#takes balls to show up after pulling a stunt like that

[zigrethsnotebook]

3 times Stan fake-proposed to you and 1 time he didn’t

Stan x Reader

words: 4,123

tags: sfw, toothrotting fluff

a/n: was allowed to borrow the idea from @stanpineskisser <3

1. Stan and you had been dating for a couple of months now. The town was slowly warming up to the idea of Mister Mystery dating someone so... 'out of his league' as you'd once heard it. You knew they just thought you were a gold-digger but you also did not care. You loved Stan. And even though he had a hard time saying it out loud, you knew he loved you, too.

Stan didn’t need to tell you how he felt, because he showed you through little gestures and gifts he'd get you. (But to call you a gold-digger because of that? He stole most of the stuff anyway!) Like today, when you two went on a date to Greasy's Diner.

It wasn't supposed to be anything fancy, just a normal dinner date with Stan. But as things so often are with this man, it ended up being anything but normal.

When you two entered the Diner one thing immediately caught your eye. A new little machine stood next to the coat rack at the door. It was one of those things where you'd put a coin in, turn the handle a couple of times and a little plastic ball filled with some cheap toy would fall out. You loved these when you were a kid! The toys were always terrible but something about it always made you get something whenever you saw one of these.

Your excitement and nostalgia got the better of you. So while Stan put both of your coats away, you went and got yourself something from the machine. Grinning from ear to ear you followed Stan to an empty booth. You waited until after you had ordered your drinks to open the plastic ball.

"Where'd you get that?" Stan asked as you struggled to tear the two halves apart. "The machine at the door." You didn't even look up to answer him, you knew he wouldn't like it, call it a waste of money. He'd be right, of course, but you didn’t need to hear it.

While Stan was looking for the machine you finally managed to pull the ball apart, sending the contents flying across the table, one of the things rolling off of it. You quickly gathered them all in one spot in front of you while Stan stood up. "I gotcha."

When he spotted the little dark blue plastic ring in front of the table, he bent down on one knee, picked it up and presented it to you. You were about to take it from him when Lazy Susan appeared behind him, holding your drinks. She gasped before saying: "Oh my, Mr. Pines! Are you proposing already?" Stan looked at her quizzically for a second when you saw an opening for a free meal.

"Oh my god, Stan! I never would have thought! This is so sudden...!" You put on a real show and Stan was quick to follow your lead. "What can I say? These past few months have been the best of my life and I never want them to end! Please... marry me?"

The words were right but both of you spoke them like you were the leads in a cheap soap-opera. It didn’t matter though. Everyone cheered when you said 'yes' and fell into his arms. Stan pushed the ring onto your finger and you kissed him as dramatically as you could.

Once you two had settled back into your seats, now holding hands and making heart-eyes at each other, Lazy Susan put your drinks on your table. "Well, I think it goes without saying that you two are getting the special today. On the house! Aren't you just adorable!" You both thanked her and grinned at each other as she turned around.

After dinner, on your way back to the shack, Stan couldn't help but laugh. "Nice stunt you pulled there. Quick thinking - I like that." You smirked at him. "I learned from the best."

He shifted in his seat a little, the words he was about to say making him slightly nervous. "You do realize we'll have to pretend to be engaged now, right?" You chuckled before answering sarcastically. "Oh no, what a nightmare!"

Stan joined you with a chuckle of his own. However, he couldn't shake the warm, fuzzy feeling that was blooming in his chest at the thought of being engaged to you.

2. About two weeks later Stan asked you out to dinner again. "And put on something nice. We're going to a fancy restaurant today. Because I'm planning to propose to you!" You were about to question him when he showed you a little blue box. When he opened it you recognised the little blue plastic ring from the Diner and smiled a crooked smile.

"And here I was, thinking you were going to propose to me for real," you sighed dramatically, "but I suppose a scam for a free dinner will do." You smirked at Stan as he put the box into his jacket. "I'll be back in five." You kissed his cheek and turned on your heels to put on some nicer clothes.

As you walked away you had to calm your racing heart with a few steadying breaths. What happened at Greasy's was dumb luck, but the fact that Stan wanted to pull the same scam again, on purpose this time, left you feeling giddy.

You lived for the excitement Stan brought into your life. Scamming, shoplifting, pug smuggling or robbing his rival of a clown painting - Nothing beat the adrenalin rush of doing something illegal, running away hand in hand and then sinking into each other, laughing hysterically.

This scam in particular though? It felt a little different. You knew that this would only work if the people at the restaurant believed that you two were so in love that you'd want to marry each other. Not that it was very difficult for you. You two had been dating a good while and you really loved him. But the topic of marriage had never even crossed your mind before.

Then again, this was only a scam. He wasn't actually proposing to you. After all, you had roped him into this at Greasy's and now he was just taking advantage of a good situation.

Still, as you looked in the mirror, all dressed up in your fanciest dark red suit, you decided that you'd put on an even better show than last time.

When you met Stan again in the living room he eyed you up and down before stepping towards you and grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to him. His voice was low. "You look gorgeous, doll."

Your hands found his chest and traced his skin in the part of his shirt he'd left unbuttoned. "You clean up nice yourself, handsome." You all but purred at him. Stan chuckled, a smirk on his face. "Don't tempt me, sweetcheeks. Let's get dinner first."

You both chuckled and pulled apart so Stan could lead you to the front door. He kept one of your hands in his up until he opened the car door for you, allowing you to climb inside, before he shut the door. He walked over to the driver's side and you two drove off.

Stan had picked a restaurant a good 40 minute drive from the shack so by the time you arrived you were starting to get really hungry. Stan had put in a reservation beforehand which meant you were quickly seated and presented with a nice red wine Stan had ordered for the both of you.

He promised you he'd only drink one glass and then switch to soda and you believed him. Stan had assured you time and time again that nothing was more important to him than your safety.

You held his hands on top of the table and you both stared into each other's eyes, really going all out on the lovey-dovey stuff. Normally, Stan would roll his eyes and groan at people who behaved like this, but when he could use it to scam someone? He was not holding back.

He softly spoke sweet nothings over the table, quiet enough to be believable, loud enough to make sure the staff heard him. He peppered your hands in soft kisses and smiled at you like you were the light of his life.

Hell, if you didn’t plan for this to be a scam then you would have believed him. You couldn't help the way a gentle blush crept onto your cheeks at the sight of Stan picking up your hand and placing a soft kiss to your knuckles without breaking eye contact with you.

Just as Stan saw the waiter approaching again out of the corner of his eyes, he put on the real show. He stood up, his chair screeching backwards slightly and declared: "I can't wait any longer." Stan pulled the blue box from one of his pockets and got down on one knee in front of you as he addressed you by name.

"You are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me. Your smile is what lets me get up in the morning and I would be honored if you would allow me to see your smile every day for the rest of our lifes. Please. Will you marry me?"

You watched him, real shock and surprise making its way to your face with every word he spoke. You had to manually remind yourself that this was just a scam and Not a real proposal. Without your permission your voice went shaky as you breathed out a "Yes, of course!" and went in for a kiss.

You sighed into the kiss, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Why was this having such a strong effect on you? You knew this was coming, you should have been prepared for this!

It didn’t matter because you didn’t have much time to dwell on it. When you parted the kiss you tuned back into the real world and heard the other customers applauding. The waiter had now reached the both of you and declared that for true love like yours your meal would be on the house. The customers applauded again as you both settled back into your seats.

You admired the dark blue ring Stan had slipped onto your finger and Stan quickly covered it with his own hand when the waiter brought out your plates, knowing full well that with one closer look every idiot would see that the ring is just plastic.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. Two couples congratulated you both on their way out and you thanked them accordingly.

After you were done and back on the road Stan was first to speak up. "You were real convincing today. Almost made me think you thought it was a real proposal." He kept his eyes on the road but the smirk on his lips was still very clear.

You chuckled. "Yeah, right. To be fair, you weren't half bad yourself. 'Your smile is what lets me get up in the morning'? Now that's some true romantic stuff. Did you learn that from The Duchess Approves?" You tried to play it cool by teasing him. It seemed to do the trick.

"Hey! I can be romantic!" You chuckled fondly. "Yes, I know, love." Stan's expression softened at the nickname. He wanted to tell you just how much he loved you, too, but he just couldn't get the words out so instead, he just put his right arm over the backrest of your seat and pulled you towards him slightly as he continued to drive home.

You leaned into his touch and held up your left hand to look at the ring again. "Hm... How about I give this back to you, in case we want to do this again sometime?" You smiled as you pulled the ring off your finger and dropped it into the chest pocket of Stan's shirt.

3. It was late spring as you and Stan decided to go to a fair, one town over. You two walked along the many different attractions together, your arm lazily around his torso, his hand gently resting on your hip. Your pace was very slow, because at every other stall he squeezed your hip lightly to pull you closer and whispered in your ear how exactly they were scamming the customers. Every time he'd get a chuckle or a gentle swat to his chest from you.

As you two were passing by a Tin Can Alley, you spotted a gorgeous bear plushie that was just one fez short of looking like Stan. Just as you were about to ask him to play a round with him he pulled you closer again. "Ah, the Tin Can Alley. Did you know that they put a bit of double sided tape under the cans so they're harder to knock over?"

You swatted him lightly again and he chuckled. "No! Stan! Don't tell me that! I wanted to play a round with you. That bear looks so much like you, I wanted to win one." He looked a little puzzled at you, then at the bear, and back at you again. "I don't see it."

Even though he hated hearing you say it, he was plain adorable at times. A fond smile graced your lips even though you sighed in disappointment. "It's okay, let's go." You went to take a step forward but Stan stopped you. "Nah, let's play anyway." "But-" He cut you off and stepped towards the stall. "Come on! My treat." Stan flashed his teeth and winked at you. Was he planning something?

You were the only people at the stall so the man in charge of it noticed you two immediately. Stan squinted at him. "What do we need to do to get that bear?" He pointed at the plushie dangling above your heads.

The man smiled at him. "Good choice, sir. For that one you should only need three balls." He placed three balls on the counter between the men. "There is a catch though. You see these stacks?" He pointed at the three pyramids of stacked cans behind him. "You'll need to clear all three of them completely. Care to try? It's only three dollars."

Stan pulled three dollars out of his pocket and placed them on the counter, then gently nudged you closer to it. "Give it your best shot, doll." You smiled at Stan and took the first ball as the man behind the counter put the money away.

You positioned yourself in front of the first stack, took a deep breath and threw the ball. It hit the second of three rows, knocking four out of six cans to the ground. "Hoho! Good one! But not quite good enough for the bear I'm afraid." You frowned, disappointment filling your chest again.

"Yeah, not an option, pal. How about you just keep 'em coming, huh?" The man smiled at Stan again, although this time it looked a little more like a smirk. "Gladly, sir! Every extra ball is an extra dollar." As he said this he put one extra ball on the counter. Stan grumbled quietly and pulled another dollar out of his pocket while the man restacked the cans.

When the man was done and took the dollar, Stan looked at you, encouraging you to try again. This time you actually managed to clear the first stack. You threw your arms up in triumph and Stan huffed but the look in his eyes was of pure adoration. The second stack was less easy though, you only knocked off three cans this time. You needed an extra ball.

This went on until Stan had spent exactly eleven dollars. You had counted along. After that, when you hadn't cleared the cans again and looked at Stan expectantly, he put on his saddest face and pulled his pockets inside out, proving that he had 'no money left' and you couldn't continue.

Stan sighed sadly, shook his head and turned to you again. "I'm so sorry... I wanted to make this the best day ever but..." He looked wistfully up at the plushie and then back to you. "I suppose it doesn't matter that much." Stan rummaged through the inside of his jacket and pulled out the tiny box you'd come to recognize. You let your eyes widen in fake surprise.

He bent down on one knee, opened the box and presented it to you. You gasped as you saw the ring again. "Will you marry me?" You looked between Stan and the ring a couple times, pretending to be shocked at this scenario, before you nodded vigorously and stepped forward, hugging your boyfriend and repeating the word 'yes' a couple of times.

Some passersby 'aw'-ed and applauded as you pulled back slightly to press a loving kiss to Stan's lips. You'd never get tired of this. As Stan pushed you back just enough to slip the ring onto your finger, you could hear the man at the stall quietly sigh in annoyance. You went in for another kiss to Stan's lips, really selling the proposal.

When you broke the kiss again, you two were presented with the bear plushie, sitting for you on the counter. "If this is what it will take to make this the best day ever for two lovers, who am I to stand in your way?" The man said as he slid the bear over to you.

You gladly took it, hugging it tightly and throwing a couple 'Thank you!'-s at the man while Stan grabbed him by the shoulder and told him: "Thanks, man. I knew you were a true romantic at heart."

With that, you two left the fair. You had everything you needed. Back in the car, you slipped the ring off your finger and handed it back to Stan before nuzzling your face into your new favorite plushie, which you lovingly and creatively named Stan two or Stan the second.

You didn’t see it, but Stan's expression softened as you did that. He adored you so much. The way you were able to pull off these scams with him so effortlessly. The way your genuine joy for life made him actually want to spend money on silly things like this. You had changed his life for the better and didn’t even know it.

In that very moment Stan started planning exactly how and where the next time he'd propose to you would happen.

1. You and Stan sat in Greasy's Diner, sipping on some soda. Stan had asked you out to dinner and you had assumed he was planning to fake-propose to you again, but as he pulled up to the Diner you realized that that wasn't the plan. He couldn't pull the same thing here again, they thought you were already engaged!

Even so, Stan had put on one of his nicer outfits. A red shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned to show off his gold-chain and a decent amount of chest hair. His tan jacket was thrown over the backrest as you sat down at a booth. You had also worn something nice, not too fancy, but nice enough for the kind of restaurant you thought he'd take you to.

Stan clearly enjoyed your outfit, it showed off all the right curves while not giving too much away... he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. It made you chuckle as Lazy Susan stood in front of your table and Stan seemingly hadn't even noticed her. "Hey! Earth to Stan!" You called out to him and he snapped out of it. "What would you like to eat?" You grinned at him as he ordered.

When Lazy Susan walked back to the kitchen you spoke up again with a chuckle. "I know I look good in this, but you're overdoing it a little." Stan just rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Haha... yeah. Sorry." You furrowed your brows at him. You had expected him to have some witty, suggestive comeback but instead he apologized? Something was off.

You watched him fidget with his hands in front of him, his eyes darting around the room and the table, anywhere but your eyes really. It was starting to worry you. "Stan? Are you alright?" Concern laced your voice and made Stan finally face you. His cheeks immediately went bright red.

"Th-There's nothing for you to worry about, doll, I promise." Your eyebrows stayed knitted together as you nodded slowly. He was clearly lying and also very nervous about it, but you knew better than to push him. He'd tell you eventually. He always does.

After a few minutes in silence, with Stan going back to fidgeting and not looking at you, Lazy Susan brought you both your meals. You thanked her and dug in. Meanwhile Stan quietly sighed in disappointment before starting to eat as well.

You were about halfway through your meal when Stan got up. You didn’t pay much attention to it and just assumed he had to use the restrooms. When you looked up and saw his plate though, you halted. The fork in your hand landed back on your plate as you wondered why Stan had barely eaten anything.

Someone cleared their throat beside you and when you turned to look it was Stan in front of you on one knee, holding a tiny red box. You quickly swallowed the food that was still in your mouth as Stan addressed you with your full legal name. He was blushing a deep red and you could feel your cheeks trying to match his.

"I know I've said this before but I want you to know that I truly mean it this time." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "These past few months with you have been the best of my life and I would spend all the money in the world to keep your smile in my life forever."

Your eyes welled up with tears as you realized what was happening. "I have become a better man and I blame you for that entirely." A wet chuckle escaped your lips. "I guess what I really want to say is..." Stan took another deep breath, then looked into your eyes. "I love you."

A few tears were flowing freely now as Stan opened the box in his hands to present you the most gorgeous silver ring you had ever seen. It held a little red gemstone between silver swirls that reflected the light from the Diner like a sunset over the ocean. "Will you marry me?"

You lept out of your seat into Stan's arms, knocking him backwards onto the floor. "Yes! Yes! A million times yes!" Stan could feel your tears staining his shirt but he couldn't care less. A massive weight lifted off his shoulders knowing that he could now call you his fiancé without having to lie about it.

With some difficulty he managed to sit you both back up so he could take your hand and place the real ring onto your finger. Admiring the sight he pressed a kiss to it, as if sealing it there.

You pressed your forehead to Stan's, holding the hand with the ring between you. "I love you, Stan." He sighed, finally content. "I love you, too."

After a few moments on the floor like that, Lazy Susan came up next to you. "Didn’t you propose two months ago?" Stan let out a gruff laugh, the one that always made you smile. "No, I didn’t. Just faked it to get a free meal." He beamed at her but Lazy Susan frowned.

She turned around and while Stan helped you up and into your seat again she came back with a broom in her hands. She smacked him with it from behind. Once, twice. Stan stammered out some halfhearted apologies as she kicked him out of the Diner.

You laughed all the way and when she came back to your table you apologized sincerely, asked her nicely to pack both of your meals up to go and told her that you'd pay for both these meals, and the ones you had two months ago.

She agreed happily, and when you stepped outside with your food, you found Stan next to his car, rubbing his ass. You laughed and told him that you'd finish your dinner at home, just the two of you.

That seemed to lift Stan's spirits again. He almost sprinted around the car to open the door for you and when you both got home you celebrated your real engagement appropriately.

[yonezawacastle]

Wow hope it's large enough to hide his body in.

[comatosebunny09]

nuisance | sylus

summary: sylus doesn't get drunk...does he? warning(s): mentions of alcohol, pet names, cunnilingus, somno, language, oocness, blue balls of the female kind music inspo: i wanna know - joe notes: @muvaginger i'm sorry.

Sleep won’t find you tonight.

So you’re not at all upset when you’re shaken out of bed by the ruckus in the hallway. And as you pad closer to the front door, you hear what reminds you of a hit dog hollering.

Or someone trying to sing.

The beginnings of a migraine throb in your temples. You throw your door open, and isn’t he just a sight for sore eyes?

There’s a familiar shock of white hair. Drooping, sunset eyes fixed on you, and he’s singing his heart out—or so he thinks.

“I want to know what turns you on,” Sylus croons, a hand on his chest and a finger pointed at you. “So I can be all that and mooore.”

You sigh at his impromptu dance routine. It’s cute. Really, it is. But he sounds like a metal pipe being dragged across the sidewalk. Regardless, you don’t discourage him. Just cross your arms with a quiet smile, leaning against your doorframe to take in the show.

His voice crescendos after the second ‘I’d like to know,’ and you wince, waving your hands frantically to get your boyfriend to keep it down. The last time he pulled a stunt like this, you received a discrepancy letter for the noise from the front office. One more incident, and you’re sure you’ll wake up to an eviction notice.

A sweat-drop beading on your temple, you grab Sylus’s arm and snatch him inside, all the while hissing for him to shut the hell up. He laughs like the inebriated, lovesick idiot he is, and you lock the door behind him.

“Hey, sugar,” Sylus slurs, propped up against your entrance. He tugs on your wrists, luring you in for a sloppy kiss just shy of your lips.

The door thumps when you shove him back against it. Wanna run your fingers through his tousled hair, stroke his reddened cheeks, and unfasten the last few buttons of his shirt. Instead, you raise a curious brow, hands on hips, foot tapping.

“Sugar?” Of all the pet names, you’ve never heard that one come out of his mouth. Either he’s spent some time down south, or someone’s replaced your Sylus with a doppelganger. “Oh, you’re drunk drunk.”

No, you didn’t stutter.

“Honey,” he drawls, all silk and satin. There he goes again, talking like your mama. He folds his arms over his chest, mirroring your haughtiness. “I don’t get drunk.”

On cue, his knees buckle, and the oaky scent of whisky on his breath fills your nostrils. He nearly crumbles to the ground, catching himself at the last moment. Your hands perch on his hips, helping steady him.

“Drunk. You’re drunk, Sy,” you chastise, your voice strained, and brows knit with the effort of helping his heavy ass stumble to your couch.

He falls unceremoniously onto the cushions, wearing a stupid, smug grin. You’re breathing hard and trying to quell your heart when he makes grabby hands at you. And, of course, you fall for them, snatched down to his level until his breath fans over your lashes. And you’re slowly wondering who, exactly, is drunk at this moment.

Sylus studies your hands propped on his quads for leverage before peering into your eyes, straight into your damn soul.

“Bet this drunken fool could still make you feel good.” His voice bleeds sex as he runs a languid knuckle down your neck towards the divot between your clavicles, driving his point home.

You shiver. Won’t deny how your stomach hiccups from the thought of it. From the prospect of his voice all muffled between your legs, and the lewd sounds of him eating you out staining the air.

You swallow down your fantasy, hauling yourself back to reality. Swat his hand away, fixing your nightgown.  

“Sylus, baby, need I remind you you’re drunk off your ass? I don’t get down like that.”

He leans back in an easygoing slouch. Gives you a look that borders predatory, blinking slowly with furled lashes like the cat who caught the canary. You feel the low gravel of his voice pooling between your legs, and you hate yourself for growing all hot like this.

“What,” he purrs, tone coy as he disrobes you with his eyes. “We’re two perfectly consenting adults, right? Nothing wrong with having a little fun.”

You heave a sigh. Reluctantly back away from him, ignoring how the frown on his lips makes your chest pinch. You tear through the thick haze of desire that inhabits the air to pinch your nose.

“We can be two perfectly consenting adults in the morning when you’ve slept this shit off, Sy.”

Tonight is one of those rare nights you’ve seen him visibly pout.

“Boring,” your boyfriend whines, hugging one of your decorative pillows to his chest, and collapsing onto his side amongst your couch cushions in the fetal position. You contemplate fighting him for not taking his shoes off.

Instead, you roll your eyes, fishing a throw blanket from your lift-top coffee table. Toss it over his curled-up body, and he kicks it down to his feet like a haughty child.

You bend down to kiss his forehead, to which he flinches away like he’s been burned by cinders. Can’t act like that didn’t hurt a bit, but—

“You’ll love me again in the morning,” you say over your shoulder on your way to your room. Shut the door behind you, slipping beneath your sheets.

You feel a pang of regret for leaving him out there by himself. Despite your body thrumming and your head spinning, you did the right thing. You’d kick yourself if you took advantage of him like that, whether he thought he wanted it or not.

On your back, you scrutinize the textured ceiling through the dusk of your bedroom. He probably won’t even remember this, you muse, turning onto your side to watch the door.

You’ve never moved quicker when a sudden spark hits you, and you comically wrestle out of the sheets to dart towards your bedroom door.

It clicks soundly when you lock it, and you’re unsure if it’s Sylus you don’t trust or yourself.

—

Of course, why the hell did you expect a locked door to stop him?

A gasp is torn from betwixt your lips, sticky in the haze of your room as dawn breaks over the horizon. Your back arches involuntarily, and you scramble for purchase of your sheets, mouth curved around a whimper.

There’s a hot pressure between your legs. Flat, textured, and wet, easing up the span of your pussy, pushing your lips apart in search of the pulsating treasure between.

You bite back a sound, drawing the sheets back to meet a set of carmine eyes glowing in the dimness. You thread your fingers in his hair, unconsciously pulling him closer, and he chuckles huskily, nuzzling against the fat of your inner thigh.

“Mmmm, told you I could make you feel good.”

Your lips work around a response, but he swoops in between your thighs again to lick you good, silencing any objections, and making your body convulse.

TBC on AO3.

international | masterlist | off the grid

[5sospenguinqueen]

Kiss My Ass - Kevin Magnussen x Mercedes! Reader

Summary: On track, Kevin is your fiercest adversary. Off track, he likes to have you at his mercy (and in his heart).

Warnings: 18+ after the cut. Female oral. P in V. Unprotected sex. Female reader

Requested: Yes and no. People wanted a part 2 and I wanted to give it to them! You can read this as a standalone but part 1 - Suck My Balls - adds to the fun!

F1 Masterlist

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f1 kevin magnussen receives a one-race ban. magnussen will miss the azerbaijan gp as he reaches 12 penalty points in a 12 month period

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yn_ln ha ha

→ user she’s so messy 

→ user can you blame her? he made contact with her again, which is why he got a penalty point  liked by yn_ln

haasf1team we warned him this would happen

user kevin looks so good in that photo though. his arms 🤤

→ yn_ln are we looking at the same photo? 

georgerussell63 @/mercedesamgf1 she’s being problematic online again

→ mercedesamgf1 she’s just had a pr meeting. we’re not allowed to give one again for another week 

→ yn_ln @/georgerussell63 snitch 

olliebearman sorry, kevin, but it will be nice to be back on track again

→ yn_ln and we will be delighted to have YOU

user love how yn is acting like this is the best news she’s had all year

→ yn_ln even better than my contract renewal 

mercedesamgf1 we apologise but we have taken yn’s social media off her until baku. thank you for your understanding  liked by kevinmagnussen

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yn_ln how was everybody’s sunday? oh, mine? thank you for asking. mine was splendid

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user see what happens when kevin isn’t around  liked by yn_ln 

mercedesamgf1 we’re running out of pr presentations to show you (but we’ll let you off because you’re a RACE WINNER)

→ georgerussell63 i’ll make some

→ yn_ln i don’t like you very much sometimes 

→ georgerussell63 and comments like that will be in the presentation

→ yn_ln why can’t you just say congratulations like a normal person

alex_albon that’s my girl! stunt on these hoes

→ yn_ln my only supporter on the grid 

alexandrasaintmleux that’s my girl 🥳 so happy for you

→ charles_leclerc mon coeur, no. we’re sad. she overtook me

→ yn_ln stay sad (i’ll buy you a shot later)

user not kevin liking this. they’re so messy 

→ user they’re actually the best duo on the grid. every race i look forward to the memes they’ll create together 

landonorris i did it first 

→ yn_ln why does nobody just say congratulations anymore. i won a race! 

→ maxverstappen1 what? like it’s hard

→ landonorris seems like it has been recently 

→ yn_ln and they say i’m problematic 

user she’s such a good driver when kevin isn’t deliberately trying to crash into her 

→ yn_ln thank you. everyone else calls me crazy

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mercedesamgf1 mixed emotions in the garage after singapore. well done george on the points but a disappointing end for yn once more

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yn_ln why don’t you just rub salt in the wound further, admin. thank you. thank you very much 

→ georgerussell63 points points points

→ georgerussell63 why have i just had notification from hr that you made a formal complaint about me?

→ yn_ln you know why

user i swear he has it out for her at this point 

user i acc fear our girl over these next 6 races. kevin has no penalty points and no seat next year 

user how to tell kevin is back on track

user it’s giving school boy crush. pull her hair to get her to notice you

→ user they just race each other hard. they’re both stubborn and yn gives as good as she gets. they both turned into each other 

haasf1team oops? 

→ yn_ln you and your driver are on my list 

→ landonorris don’t worry. it doesn’t take up much time. i’ve been on it since 2019 

yn_ln @/georgerussell63 stop liking posts about my dnf’s this season. i keep getting notifs 

18+ !!!!

Goosebumps rippled across your bare back as his breath tickled your shoulders. He sucked a spot under your shoulder blade, watching as the skin reddened. The material of his shirt caressed your skin as he trailed kisses down your spine.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” you chastised, rolling your shoulders back when his beard tickled your lower back. He pressed a kiss to the two divots there, pressing his thumbs in them after and marvelling at how well they fit. Like you were made for him.

“Patience, lille kriger.” Kevin whispered against your skin. His hands reached for your hips, pulling your bottom half higher. “What was it you said after your Baku win? Kevin Magnussen can…”

“...kiss my ass,” you panted, body tense in anticipation. The sheets rustled as he shuffled down the bed. His lips pressed against your left buttock before a sharp sensation zapped up your spine. You wriggled away from him, rewarding his antics with the sight of your cheeks jiggling.

“Did you just bite me?”

His hands wrapped around your ankles, yanking you back down towards him. The suddenness of the movement had your arms collapsing beneath you; your body and face landing on the mattress with a bounce.

“I didn’t say you could leave.” He took a moment to admire the reddening bite mark on your cheek. “You do have a spectacular arse.”

You turned your head to look at him but he had already ducked between your thighs. Your breath hitched when he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. His cool breath hit your wetness when he laughed at you. His beard tickled your thighs when you attempted to close them around his head. His hands forced them apart.

“Behave yourself,” he warned.

“Or what?” You said, aiming for bravado. Unfortunately, the breathy tone in which it was said ruined that.

“Or I won’t do this.”

His tongue pressed against your slit, lapping at the wetness pooled between your thighs. He flattened his tongue, dragging it up towards your sensitive bud. A strangled gasp tore from your mouth at the unexpected contact. Kevin traced circles on your clit, suckling gently and taking pride in the way you bucked against him. Your hands twisted into the sheets, fighting to stop the moans from spilling out of you. Refusing to concede to him, to let him know how much he was affecting you.

“Come on, min skat. Let me hear you,” he grumbled against you, tongue dipping between your folds as he feasted. Your thighs burned from where his beard rubbed against them.

Kevin sank a finger inside your heat. You writhed against the sheets, breath coming out in pants but refused to make a noise. Spurred by your silence, the Haas driver added another finger, curling them in the way he knew you liked. Your back arched off the bed, a curse leaving your lips. Kevin didn’t boast about his victory, just continued to ravage you like a man starved. If there was one thing that could erase the sting of a DNF, it was the way you cried his name as you approached the edge. Teetering on the precipice, your eyes snapped open when cold air hit you. His eyes twinkled as he sucked his fingers clean, aware of what he had denied you.

“You robbed me of a podium. Again. And now you’re denying me an orgasm.”

A cheeky grin took over his face as he clambered off the bed, taking in the sight before him. You lay completely bare, ready for him to take as he pleased. Turning on your back, you propped yourself up on your elbows. A small pout formed on your bruised and swollen lips.

“Take it off,” you demanded.

“As you wish.”

In one quick movement, Kevin whipped his t-shirt off, dropping it on the pile of your clothes at his feet. Your eyes roamed the broad expanse of his chest, lingering on his tattoo and trailing down to the strained fabric of his jeans.

“And those.”

“You’re bossy when you’re waiting to be satisfied.”

“You’ve not proven you can satisfy me yet.”

His eyes narrowed at you, even as his hands moved towards his belt. You arched your brow, feigning a picture of boredom. The rapid rise and fall of your naked chest gave away just how eager you were to watch him fully disrobe. Once he was bare, you shuffled to the end of the bed and pushed up onto your knees. Your arms wound around his neck, pressing your lips to his. You nibbled on his bottom lip, revelling in the moan he let out when your tongue brushed against his.

You managed to spin the two of you, pushing him down so that he was seated on the edge of the bed. Climbing into his lap, you connected your lips again, trailing down to the underside of his jaw. Sinking down on him, both of you moaned at the feeling of your slick walls enveloping him. His hands came up to grasp your hips but he didn’t move you, allowing you to adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered shut before your hips began to rock back and forth.

“For a man so inadequate on track,” you started, voice husky. “you don’t do a bad job between the sheets.”

Before he could reply, you raised your hips before dropping back down on him abruptly. The air was knocked out of him and a strangled grunt spilled past his lips when you repeated the harsh action.

“Fuck.” His grip on you tightened, fingers digging in. “You turned into me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted my attention.”

He sucked in a harsh breath when your nails dug into him. Your pace never faltered. Your breasts bounced as you rode him. Kevin leaned forward, taking one in his mouth. His tongue flicked across your nipple.

“You talk a lot of shit for a man who’s never won a race.”

A yelp tore from you when his teeth clamped down around your nipple, and the rhythm of your hips stuttered.

“Almost there. Come on. Just a little longer for me, love.” Kevin begged.

Your hips stilled immediately, denying yourself the pleasure you’d been chasing. It was worth it for the look on Kevin’s face.

“What did you say earlier about me not being that good?”

Humour replaced the confusion on his face as he realised that you were punishing him for his harsh words during the post-race interviews. Triumph was written across your face and he couldn't wait to wipe it off. He pulled you to his chest, arms tight around your back and flipped the pair of you. You bounced slightly, head landing on the plush pillow. Gripping both your wrists in his hand, he pinned your arms above your head. You looked up at him with wide eyes, struggling against his hold.

“Feel this?” Kevin whispered, pressing himself against your thigh. “You know just how good you are.”

With his free hand, he guided himself in you, inch by inch. He didn’t allow you to adjust to the new position before thrusting into you, slow and deep. An intimate pace to contrast your previously frantic one. He lifted your leg, bringing it to rest above his hip, allowing him to hit that spot deep inside you. You cried out, hands sliding into Kevin’s hair and pulling him close. He allowed himself to fall against you, pressing you into the mattress.

“This okay?”

”Yeah.”

His head fell to the crook of your neck, beard tickling your skin. Whispers filled the space between you.

”Good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

He continued his slow pace, each thrust hitting deep inside you. Your stomach bulged from the thickness of him bruising your walls.

“Look how beautiful you are wrapped around me.”

Soft moans and sighs filled his ear, the melody of your pleasure. A loud groan tore from Kevin’s throat when he felt you clench around him.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”

He picked up his pace slightly, hand reaching up to palm your breast. His thumb brushed over your nipple as you barrelled towards your end. Your back arched off the bed, breasts brushing his bare chest as you came with a cry of his name. The feeling of your warmth hugging him tight pushed Kevin over the edge. With one harsh thrust, his teeth sank into your shoulder as he spilled himself inside you.

~

Head resting on his chest, you listened as his heart rate doubled in pace. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer into his side as if he feared you would run from him. Even if your legs weren’t shaking, you’re not sure you’d want to.

“I told you we’d do this again.” Kevin murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know why you sound so proud of that.”

“Maybe I like doing this with you.”

“Yes, well I like winning races but we can’t all get what we want.” There was no bite to your comment, only friendly teasing.

Kevin’s fingers traced patterns along your thigh, relaxing your body. Your eyes drifted closed, a soft hum coming from you. He sensed your sleepiness, wondering if approaching the topic in your content state would be easier.

“Would you still do this with me if you weren’t angry at me?”

“Huh?”

“This started as hate sex, right? But, what if there wasn’t any hate in it. I don’t mean to run you off the track. You just seem to be there when things go wrong.”

“So it’s my fault?”

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant. I mean, you are distracting but… I want to spend time with you. Outside of this room. Outside of the track.”

Silence filled the room. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that you had to move away; the sound echoing in your head. At your movement, his arms went slack around you, preparing himself for the rejection.

“I’m still mad at you…” you started, feeling bad when his face fell, “…but, I’ll let you take me out for breakfast and we’ll see how it goes.”

The only response you had was a blinding smile, your back being pressed into the mattress once more.

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yn_ln i love you too (but we only get along when you’re kissing my ass, not talking shit) 

yn_ln yes, ladies, the rumours are true. so just remember those arms belong to me now when you’re thirsting about them online. i see you

→ user oh god. she’s turned the energy she reserves for hating on k mag onto us

→ yn_ln no, he still gets it as well

alexandrasaintmleux okay but these are quite cute 

georgerussell63 crikey. i’m not sure the two of you pairing up is a good idea

→ yn_ln jiminy crickets! i’m not sure you commenting on my life all the time is a good idea

→ georgerussell63 you still mad about the powerpoint? 

→ kevinmagnussen she’s complained about it twice in the past hour 

landonorris did you let kevin stand in front so that he would look taller? 

→ kevinmagnussen new target acquired

→ landonorris shit

→ haasf1team kevin, no

mercedesamgf1 i think the pr team might’ve liked a heads up

→ kevinmagnussen i was told she wasn’t talking to them 

hulkhulkenberg finally. i was getting fed up of hearing you talk about her 

→ kevinmagnussen shut up, mate 

→ alex_albon she talked about him too

→ yn_ln alex! 

→ alex_albon i’m sorry but i’ve been waiting for you to admit this for months. i’m just happy that you��re happy 

user i knew that the pic in her spanish gp dump was kevin!

(Bonus)

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yn_ln be right back. making this my lock screen

yn_ln take this down. i can’t have other people catching onto what i’ve known all along! 

user is he looking at hulk or yn in that first pic? 

→ haasf1team yn. they shared

→ hulkhulkenberg i was kicked out

→ yn_ln i told merc to let you use mine!

→ user can’t be an ice bath when they’re both in there 🥵

user i don’t blame yn actually. i’d let him ram me off the track if he looked like that 

→ yn_ln didn’t really have a choice in the matter, love

user kevin magnussen. i was not familiar with you in that way 

→ yn_ln now make yourself unfamiliar 

user yn wasn’t joking when she threatened us on kevin’s relationship post

→ user girly is fighting these comments so fast

→ yn_ln back, i tell you 🤺 back

kevinmagnussen @/mercedesamgf1 she escaped again

→ mercedesamgf1 thank you. we’ll be revoking her social media rights again

→ yn_ln but you’re still a traitor

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Would you ever write for Irene Paredes? I feel like a fluffy mom fix with her would be so cute.

Butterfly // Irene paredes kid fic

Summary: Irene and her kid spend the day at barca training grounds and she's just wilding

A/n: I honestly enjoyed writing this send in some Ileana request, might be one of my favorite kid fic that I wrote so send in more requests you want of her and Irene, too the anon who sent this request I hope i got it right cause it was between Irene x r with a child or Irene + child, and I went with Irene + child r if this isn't what you wanted you can always send it in again and I'll do it properly hope y'all are enjoying my writing we'll be ignoring any mistakes has there yet to be finally edited.

© PINKYQIL

You've been good all day for mami meaning you get to go too tomorrow's partice getting to see your favorites people's and run around a ball the whole day.

Mami had promised to take you with her if you showed that you could be on your best behavior which you did and tomorrow you get the vist the barça girles.

You we're so excited that you went to bed early praying that tomorrow would come really quick.

Mami had gotten you this all black training kit that was just for you which the girls fanned over cause of how adorable they found you in it.

Irene woke you up a little earlier than the usual time she gets you up. after getting you and her dressed it was time for breakfast she gave you some waffles and sausage and grape juice one of your favorites.

You thought to yourself that today must be really special since mami gave you a special breakfast something different from what you usually have.

"Mami up up car now finish eating can we go to prawctice now". You asked basically rushing her, for a soon to be five fingers old you speak very well.

"un momento baby let mami finish cleaning up before we go okay why don't you go make sure we got everything packed in your training bag okay".she told

"Okay". you told her before running of to make sure you had everything.

"Aye cariño, no corras". she told you

"Si mami". You replied but just walking a little faster instead of running.

Finally arriving at practice with what felt like eternity you had gotten excited the moment mamì pulled up at the parking lot. With that you'd Immediately taken off your sit belt from your big girl car sit and opening the car door to run off.

Irene who quickly parked properly before scolding you. to make sure no one got hurt along with you.

"Oh dios mio Ileana we don't do that". she told you with the scary voice.

"lo siento mami". you told her before taking her hand after worrying her with the stunt you had pulled just now.

"Ai Irene don't be harsh on the little one she's just having a little fun".

mapi came into the conversation after spotting you both getting out and your crazy little stunt.

"Maria your child might be allowed to do crazy stuff but that doesn't mean my should". Irene told her injured teammate.

Before both adults could say any more you had spotted Caro and Marta coming out of their car.

which you sprinted your little legs over to them.

"Ro Ro Ta Ta". You said greeting the couple as they picked you up.

"nena how are you". Marta said while holding your hands so you wouldn't run away from irene again.

"Good me go training today". you told her

" We can see darling how about we walk in together while your mama gets your stuff". she said

"Irene wil take her inside with us". caro told her.

"Thank you guys don't run around while I'm not there Peque stay with you aunties and wait for me bébé . She told you.

The whole day training was fun you got to spend the whole day with your favorite aunties and wacht the youngsters pull one of the funniest pranks on the older girls you'd laugh even though mamí told you not too.

You'd got passed around training to see what different excerise the girls were doing. You had play time with vicky esme and jana who had fun playing dolly with you.

After a while Irene finally let you go more further into the pitch with your ball but you had to stay closer.

You tried getting way more distant than you should cause you saw a group of butterfly and seek them out.

Until you got pulled back by lucy who saw you trying to escape your original spot.

"Where are going Peque". She questioned you

"Butterfly". you pointed for her to see before running around trying to catch them.

"Ileana what did we say about running around like this in practice". Mami scolded you

"Irene let her have a little fun she's been very good the whole day let her chase". Alexia butted in especially after seeing how happy you look.

"Fine don't run that much bèbè". she yelled so you could hear.

"gracias mami". You told her before chasing after the butterfly with mapi who honestly couldn't keep up with a four year old

"Ai marià you can't keep up with four year old or what".alexia told her with a teasing tone making the whole group laugh.

"She's very fast even you yourself wouldn't be able to keep up". mapi said trying to catch her breath she was definitely done chasing a four year old and butterflies.

Irene came swooping you up and carrying you so you could get a better view of the lovely butterfly and how pretty they're. you tried catching them now that you were closer but

"No we don't hurt them". Mami told you with her stern voice.

"but I want. You tried telling her

"No Peque you can't have them okay".

"Fine". you said grumpy but to tired too do anything.

The ended with you falling asleep on the drive back home mama had gotten you a new toy butterfly. and made you your special spaghetti that you got all over yourself thinking you could feed yourself.

You went to bed early so you could grown bed and strong like your mama to play football like her one day.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fallen {Chapter Eight}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

"I was also thinking we could add some gaming consoles. Just if you get some younger sinners coming through. Doesn't have to be all new, some people like older systems too." I say to Charlie. She was writing some of the ideas I had down as she listened.

So far, I had suggested a television with some movies to go along with it. As well as a Bluetooth speaker for playing music, and some board games. And it wouldn't hurt to add video games as well. "I think I can get my hands on some of those." Charlie says with a smile.

 "Any other ideas?" She asks. "Well, I did have an idea for advertisement. But first I have to ask, why haven't you created a build board yet?" I guess it would make sense for the city like aesthetics of hell would have build boards too. And I've seen tons. Advertising all sorts of things, even admittedly some pretty silly and downright stupid things.

"Well, it's not like I haven't tried." Charlie laughs weakly. "As you can imagine, no one is really taking my idea seriously. So, there's that. Also, there's a ton of people ahead of me trying to get one."

"But aren't you the princess of hell? Can't you just...you know? Make them bump you up to the front?" I ask. "Nah, I don't want to have to do that." Charlie shrugs. "I wanna try and do this my own way, without abusing my power. I've only had to do it once, and that was when Alastor showed up to the hotel. I had to convince him to not pull any stunts behind my back and to basically play nice with the people checking in." She explains.

"I guess even he has to listen to you." I say with a slight smile. "Eh, yeah. But it's like pulling teeth." Charlie sighs. "I believe you." I sigh as well. Charlie eyes me for a second before speaking again.

 "You said Alastor helped you find your way here from a bad spot. But how exactly did that happen? He isn't the most...friendly(?) of people." I felt a twinge of panic surge through me at that question. Though, I had a feeling the question would come up eventually. But I had hoped I'd never have to be the one to answer it.

"Um yeah...I was in bad shape when I landed in hell." I began, trying to make this as convincing as possible. "I was really injured and he helped me. Then he mentioned this place and brought me here. I uh...really want to go to heaven. And when he said there was a place to help me get there, I jumped at the chance."

"I see." Charlie nods. "I guess I'm still just a little shocked that he of all people offered to help someone out. He didn't try and trick you or anything...right?" She leans a little closer to me as she whispered. I smile as best as I could and shook my head. "Nope. I came here of my own will." Charlie leans back. "Huh. Ok. Maybe this place is rubbing off on him after all." She says, her smile returning. 

"Though, I have a feeling he'd deny it if I told him that." She chuckled. "Well, if you can't get a build board right now. Maybe stick to posting the hotel online? Maybe make an account just for the hotel and it's amenities?" Charlie takes out her phone.

"I've tried that. But there's not many followers, and the attention the hotel does get is mostly from troll accounts and overall dickheads." She says as she shows me the phone. She opened up an app called Sinstagram...uh, clever? And scrolled down to the comments under the photos.

And just as she said, it was filled with crude, hateful, and downright inappropriate comments. Very little people were taking it seriously.

"Oh, I see." I mutter. "I know you said you didn't want to use your status to get your way. But, I was thinking maybe use that kind of power in a good light." Charlie gave me a confused look, she stayed quiet, letting me explain further.

"Why not throw a ball and invite some persuasive people? Maybe the overlords? They seem pretty important. You could pitch the hotel to them personally, and if you can catch their interest, they're bound to talk about it." Charlie leaned back and hummed. 

"I do like the idea of a ball but...I don't know, the overlords never expressed any interest in the hotel. Besides, most if not all of them gain from people's sins. Especially in the entertainment industry, like Val and Vox. Those two are unstoppable when it comes to providing for the sinners in hell. Of course, they don't topple over the deadly sins themselves but uh..." Charlie trailed off when she noticed how lost I was.

She cleared her throat. "But, it wouldn't hurt to try...right?" She smiles weakly. I could only nod, matching the grin.

I did feel for her. Starting a project that you're very passionate about, only to be met with hate and dismissive comments has to sting. It seemed like even her own father didn't care about her dream. I wish there was something more I could do to help her.

"Hey, how about those new curtains huh?" I say, trying to brighten the mood. Charlie and I looked towards the large windows, the fancy velvet red curtains that accompanied them. For the past few days, the hotel has gotten a bit of a fixer upper. 

New furniture, wallpaper, and lighting had been installed into the hotel. We even gave the outside a good polishing, thanks to Alastor's help that is. Otherwise it would have taken much longer. And now with a new common room with various forms of entertainment on the way, the hotel was looking better with every passing day.

If it's one thing people could say about the hotel, that wasn't completely bashing or berating it, was that it looked aesthetically pleasing.

"If you did throw a ball, the look of the hotel will surely impress them!" I try to cheer her up. Charlie looked around before turning her attention back to me. "Ah, what the hell? Let's throw a ball." She says with a shrug. "I can't let the what if's get in my way. I won't! I will throw a ball, I will invite those uptight asshole overlords, and my parents! And I'm gonna show them just how effective this hotel can and will be!" I smile at her determination.

After getting to know Charlie, I've learned that she was all but willing to give up. Especially when it came to something she really cared about. And she certainly did care about this hotel. "I hope all goes well." I tell her. "You have a good heart Charlie. I want you to succeed." Charlie smiled warmly before hugging me. "Thanks Y/n."

I hug her back, and shortly after we parted. "Alright." Charlie nods. "I have a lot of planning to do. I'll catch you later, ok?" I nod my head and waved before she hurried off. Suddenly, a pang of anxiety hit me. And it was then I realized, I had never been to a ball before. Of course I hadn't. I mean, I haven't even been to a large party before. "Uh oh." I mutter.

"Something the matter?"

Ah yes. That's something I've gotten use to. Alastor's sudden voice in my ears have became somewhat normal to me over the past few days. I sigh before speaking. "Yes."

What followed was Alastor's breathy laughter that only stopped when he suddenly appeared beside of me. "Let me guess, it's about the ball that the princess is planning? Never had much experience mingling with important figures, I take it?" He asks smugly.

 "How did you guess?" I roll my eyes. "I'm kind of regretting giving her the idea now. Gosh...the overlords scare me enough. But Lucifer and Lilith being there...I think my heart's going to explode."

"Oh, try not let it. The heart is the best part, wouldn't want it to go to waste." I sent him a glare. "Very funny. Im serious."

"So am I."

I groan in annoyance before turning to face him. "I mean it. Im gonna make a fool of myself. Maybe I'll just fake being sick that day." I say with a sigh. "Nonsense! You'll do just fine." Alastor waved his hand dismissively. "Everyone at the hotel will be there, so you'll be around some familiar faces at least." He tells me. And admittedly, that did bring me some comfort.

I hadn't known these people well, but it was better than not knowing them at all. I got along pretty well with Charlie, but I am certain she'll be busy with the overlords and her parents at the ball. But surprisingly, me and Angel Dust had gotten along as well. 

Despite his rather...perverted and lewd behavior, he was actually pretty decent to talk to. And, I also felt a little sorry for him. From context, his boss seemed like a rather cruel and unforgiving guy. Abusive even. Angel's line of work was already tough and dangerous enough. To have a boss like that on top of it all...It must be exhausting.

But even with the somewhat comfort of knowing they would be there wasn't quite enough to convince me. "I don't even have a dress. I can't go to such a fancy event like this." I say, gesturing to my outfit. It wasn't terrible, but it most certainly wasn't ball wear. Causal, is the best way I could describe it.

"Then perhaps you should buy one." Alastor suggests. "With what money?" I counter. "Also I don't know any shops around here to even get a dress. I really think I should just skip out on the ball. Those types of things aren't for me anyway."

"Im sure Charlie would want you there. You're the newest guest in the hotel after all. It'd be strange if you didn't show up." Alastor says with a smirk, knowing he was right. I frowned deeply. I hate that he was right. "Fine I'll go." I say, defeated. "Wonderful! Now, come along." Alastor walks ahead of me.

"Where?" I hesitate before following after. "We're getting you a dress. Not to any shops around here of course. No no, we're going to proper shop for your dress. And I know just the place!" I stop in my tracks. "I already said I didn't have any money." I try to argue.

"Consider it a gift, from me to you." Says Alastor, a hint of false kindness in his tone. I narrow my eyes. No way. He'll want something in return for sure. I cross my arms, still not moving an inch. "What's the catch?" I ask.

"No catch." Alastor says simply. "I don't believe you." I mutter. Alastor only chuckled before snapping his fingers. Before I knew it, we were in front of a store. A big, fancy, expensive looking store. "Alastor!" I snap my head up at him. "After you." Alastor says, opening the door for me. Realizing there was nothing I could do to change his mind, I sigh and walk inside.

The clothes inside of the store looked just as fancy as the store. Soft music played in the background, it being the only noise in the otherwise quiet store. "Feel free to look around." Alastor tell me. I repressed the urge to shoot him a glare before walking further into the store. I didn't even know where to begin. Well, other than finding the women's section that is. "I guess...I just find the best looking one?"

"Or. You could look for one you like?" Says Alastor. "I mean yeah but. Shouldn't it be really fancy and elegant?" I ask him. "The king of hell is going to be there." Alastor looked at the dresses in front of me, he bummed before shuffling through a few. Then he pulled out a red and black dress.

It wasn't what I was use to, but I had to admit, it was a very beautiful dress. And conveniently was backless, perfect for my wings to fit through. "What do you think of this one? Elegant enough for you?" Alastor asks. I had to tear my eyes away from the dress to look at him. "Um, yes. I think that one is fine." I tell him.

He then hands the dress to me before leading me to the fitting rooms. "Go ahead and try it on then. See if we need to make any adjustments." I nod before walking inside one of the stalls and shutting the door behind me. After changing, I turn to the full length mirror behind me. 

To my surprise, I was left in awe at the sight of myself. My new form seemed to have complimented the dress wonderfully. I was actually taken back by how nice I looked. "Almost done?" I could hear Alastor call from the other side of the door.

"I am." I say before opening the door and stepping out. If I blinked, I would have missed how Alastor's brows shot up for a brief moment, before returning to normal. "My, how lovely!" He compliments. "I say it suits you quite well. But what about you? Too tight or loose in any areas?" He asks. I shake my head and look down at myself. "No, it fits pretty well. It's shocking comfortable too."

"Well then, let's check out." Alastor guides me to the register. The cashier politely greeted us, but quick to cower in fear as they noticed Alastor. They rang up the dress, eyes darting from the register to Alastor, as if waiting for him to lunge.

When I heard how much the dress was worth, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Al-" I didn't get a word out before Alastor bought the dress and escorted me out of the shop. As we left, I could hear the cashier sigh in relief.

What just happened?

(I published chapter eight too cause I got hit with a wave of motivation! Chapter nine and ten are in the works!)

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I hate that Ted is portrayed as a kind, caring, good coach. I’m not saying he hasn’t been kind or caring to the team and others, but I hate a lot of the decisions he makes. He’s such a non-confrontational person, to the point where he never addresses the problems the team has, which is a part of being a coach. He’s supposed to manage the team, which means making sure the team dynamic runs smoothly and the players aren’t having any problems. Yet he tasks Roy, who has shown himself to be an emotionally stunted, angry person, with making sure Colin and Isaac stop bothering Nate and getting Jamie’s attitude in check. And then he repeatedly tries to force Roy and Jamie into bonding with each other, treating Jamie like he’s the antagonist in the situation (which he sometimes is) despite the fact that Roy is in a clear position of power over Jamie and Roy himself doesn’t exactly treat Jamie with respect or kindness.

He lets Jamie’s behavior build up, and tries to get Jamie to like him and sweet talk him into behaving (the whole ‘ur such a good player but ur one of 11’ speech). Then, when Jamie still continues with his bad behavior, he gets into Jamie’s personal space and yells in his face while towering over him in front of the team . Even though Ted didn’t know about Jamie’s father, this was still a completely inappropriate course of behavior. If one of my coworkers was being rude and messing up the workplace dynamic and I saw my boss yell in their face like that, I would be immediately heading to HR. And when Ted benches Jamie after Roy tries to attack him??? Yes what Jamie did was fucked up but Roy was acting like a fucking dickhead too. And it was probably sending mixed messages to Jamie, because there Ted was acting all nice and kind and being placating about Jamie’s attitude, then suddenly Jamie’s being benched and then Ted’s yelling at him with no warning. Like if Ted has just said from the beginning that Jamie’s behavior was unacceptable and if he kept acting like a ball hog and a bad teammate then he would be benched, I think Jamie would’ve probably stopped acting like a fucking prick. But instead of setting clear boundaries, he avoided the issue and then had an outburst when he wasn’t getting the results he wanted.

It doesn’t just happen in season 1 either, there are moments scattered throughout the whole show where Ted ultimately fails to do his job and act like an actual boss to the team. I understand, in part, that some of this is probably caused by toxic masculinity and ‘sports culture’ but it still doesn’t excuse his actions, or inactions. He lies about Jamie coming back (even if it wasn’t technically a lie at the time), then he does nothing to help Jamie adjust to being back on the team while everyone hates him (the ‘Led Tasso’ bit was not an appropriate form of help). He brings Roy back as a coach, then does nothing about Roy’s unprofessionalism and refusal to coach Jamie. He doesn’t even offer any meaningful advice to Jamie about it. It shouldn’t have been a situation that Jamie had fix by himself. Ted, as the one in charge, should’ve pulled Roy aside and talked to him about it (it irks me to this day that pulled Roy aside about Trent but not about Jamie). He doesn’t say anything about Nate, who revealed private information to the press, and allows Nate to keep coaching. Like did he not even think about the fact that Nate could’ve potentially told the press information about other people on the team???

And then in Season 3 he ignores Jamie’s complaints about Zava, and lets the entire coaching staff insult and belittle him for being worried about the team’s dynamic. He ignores the fact that Jamie was right about the dynamic getting messed up. He never apologizes or acknowledges it after Zava leaves either. When Isaac went after that homophobe, he just told Isaac to chill out and not take it seriously when Isaac was legitimately upset, once again ignoring the issue and focusing on the wrong thing. If someone I knew had attacked someone who was shouting slurs at them, telling them they fucked up while they were still clearly upset wouldn’t be my first, nor my second, nor third or fourth or fifth reaction. AND AFTER EVERYTHING TED HAS THE AUDACITY TO TELL JAMIE TO FORGIVE HIS FATHER???? Like I understand it was Jamie’s choice to contact his dad and that Ted never told him too, but did Ted literally just never once consider the fact that the advice he was giving him might put him in danger? Not even just physically, but mentally as well?

I just think Ted is so focused on trying to keep people happy that he misses the fact that sometimes you have to confront and feel your negative emotions in order to get to the core of a problem.

I just hate it when media portrays characters a certain way, to the point where they’re practically shouting ‘look at him, he’s so nice and kind and he’s never done anything wrong’ and then have the character make shitty decisions and never resolve or confront the mistakes they made?? They never get any consequences??

That being said, I don’t view Ted as a completely horrible or evil person either, just someone with a lot of flaws that I wish were more acknowledged. He can be a good person and he has helped some of the people on the team, but he’s also hurt them in some ways and that’s never really addressed.

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Hey Rebel 2/2 (Alpha!Ari x omega!reader)

Summary: You sold your house and disappeared, hoping that it would rid you of Ari. That plan quickly failed when he shows up at your doorstep.

Prompt credit @promptsforthestrugglingauthor : “Just give up on me!” “I can’t. You know I can’t,”

Notes: GIF is not mine, this is not a beta’d read, A/B/O dynamics, reader is Afro!Latina, there’s some Puerto Rican slang in this fic

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Ari’s cracks his neck once he steps off the plane to California. He recently learned, per Lloyd’s research, that you were originally from Oakland, California.

Your mother still owns a home in the area and there was a high chance you would be there to lay low.

Ari couldn’t believe you would up and leave your house- your life- in Europe just to avoid him. You were the most stubborn omega he has even encountered.

Lloyd gave him a few suggestions on how to tame you. Or as he worded it, break you. But Lloyd’s methods weren’t exactly sound.

After forty five minutes of standing in line for the car rental, he lets out an annoyed huff when he clicks on the GPS route to your house.

Which was two hours away from the airport. The drive could have been five hours, he wouldn’t have cared. He had to see you.

When he finally arrived, there wasn’t a car in the driveway so he decided to wait for you on the door step.

But luckily for him, your mother had just pulled up with you in the passenger side.

“Who is that?” Your mother asks, causing you to look up from your phone.

“Hm?” Your heart sank in your chest when your gaze fell to Ari. Ari was on your doorstep right now.

Your mouth slowly fell open at the sight of him and your scent permeates throughout the car, eventually seeping outside.

Ari’s heart flutters when your sweet scent finally makes its way to his nose.

“Is that the guy you told me about?” Your mom asks. “Yeah,” “Wow,” “Yeah, I know.” “Now that’s an Alpha,” “Mom, oh my god.”

You hid your face behind your hands in embarrassment. “What the hell are you doing running away from your Alpha?” “He’s not my Alpha, Mom.”

“From the way your scent exploded like a grenade from just seeing him, I’d say he is your Alpha.”

You gave her a look before hopping out of the car. You opened the backseat, grabbing two tote bags of groceries and slowly walking towards the stairs.

“Hey, rebel,” he starts. “You’ve got balls. I’ll give you that.” You state. He stands from the steps and stood before you.

He takes the groceries from your hands before you had a chance to object. Your scent spiked when his hands brush over yours.

“And he’s chivalrous,” your mother says as she approaches you with her purse in her hands.

“The door is open if you would like to come in,” you flashed her a look and she rolled her eyes unimpressed.

“I would love to,” Ari compliments, your mom opened the door for him and leads him to the kitchen.

He smiles when he passes pictures of you when you were a toddler. You closed the door and followed closed behind them.

Your abuela walks down the hall to greet you when she notices the new addition. “Y quien es este guapo?” “Abuela,” you scold.

“Abuela,” you scold. Ari’s eyes snapped to you, as he never heard you speak Spanish before.

Once he set down the groceries, he looked over at you with his hands on the counter reminding you of a similar situation from before he left on his mission.

You met his gaze, sensing that he had many questions. You felt your mouth get dry as the words disappeared in your throat.

Noticing the tension, your mom read the room and said she would be upstairs watching TV, dragging your abuela with her.

The longer he looks at you, the faster your heart beats in your chest. His scent envelopes you and you were able to detect that he was not happy about the stunt you just pulled.

“So how’d you find me?” You asked, rubbing your hands over your bare arms.

“I had a friend in informatics,” “Of course you did,” you retort, shaking your head at his tactics. He rounded the corner of the counter and neared you.

When he noticed you try to take a step back, he grows impatient. “Sit on the counter. Now. And stay there.” He says lowly, the hair on the back of your neck stuck up at his command.

Pins and needles struck all over your body and your chest tightened the longer you defied the command.

He growls at you and you squeaked, jumping onto the counter without a second thought.

Your back was upright from his command to stay in place. He places a hand on either side of you and leans in an inch away from your face.

“I caught you off guard. Good. At least I didn’t give you the chance to push me away.” He starts. Your eyes locked on his and you watched as his ogate eyes darkened.

“God, you’re such a brat. I was patient before but you’ve exhausted every ounce I had of it.” You opened your mouth to say something but he quickly cut you off.

He growled directly into your ear and your legs began to shake from the stimulation.

“I speak. You listen. Got it?” You nodded faintly and he continues, “You traveled 18 hours to get away from me because you thought I wouldn’t follow you.”

“I hoped you didn’t follow me.” “Well that’s too bad.” “Does your wife know that you’re here, Ari?” You asked after a long pause. “Ex-wife,” he corrects.

You held his gaze as you waited for him to elaborate but all Ari could think of was how beautiful your eyes were.

The last time he was this close to you was at the club in Abu Dabi. Your scent invaded his nose with every breath. He could practically taste you on his tongue.

“After I came back from Ethiopia, we had a talk. I told her about you, and informed me that she wants to marry her current partner. I served her with divorce papers and she signed them in a heart beat. It’ll be a few months before everything is fully processed. It typically takes a while but I’m no longer married.” He explains.

His eyes search yours, waiting for a snappy response from you. “..oh,” was all you could muster up.

“Oh? After everything all the hoops you had me go through to earn you, all you have to say is oh?”

“I don’t understand. Just give up on me.” “I can’t. You know I can’t.” “But you should,”

The six weeks when he was away, you’ve been on his mind every waking minute. And every night, he dreamt of you.

You holding his hand, rubbing your hands up and down his bare back. He wanted your intimacy. He craved it.

If you said that Ari hasn’t been on your mind too, you would be lying. You spend hours researching online to make sense of what happened.

Your entire body ignited at his touch. It was like you lost complete control of your body and your hindbrain took over.

You never wanted to lose control like that again.

His nose brushed against yours and no matter how hard you tried to scoot away from him, you stayed in place.

“But I won’t,” you turned your face away from him and the nerves in your neck ignited until you were forced to look at him.

Fucking Alpha command.

“You should go,” you jumped in surprise when your Mom comes around the corner. “Y/N, that’s no way to treat a guest.” She scolds.

Ari pulls away from his place in front of you out of respect. “He’s not a guest, Mom.” “He’s traveled eighteen hours to get here. He needs rest.” She states, crossing her arms.

“Go prepare the guest room for him,” she adds. You let out a soft breath when you felt your body relax. He must have lifted the command. “Mom,” you start, jumping off the counter.

“Mom nothing. Bete ya,” she reprimanded. You sighed, walking past her to go upstairs to the guest bedroom. She pats your ass when you walk by her.

“You have to teach me how to do that.” Ari says, making her chuckle. “It’s a mother thing, I’m afraid. You have to find your own tricks.”

The door creaked open when you made your way into the room. You took the bedsheets into your hands, shaking them before tucking them on the bare mattress.

Once you were done with bed, you went into the bathroom to put a plug in air freshener into the room.

You gave the room a final glance, turning once you’re satisfied. Ari appeared behind you with his bags in his hands and you stumbled back in surprise.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” You said, watching him set the bags down on the bed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” “Making friends with my mother so it’ll be harder to-“ “To do what exactly?”

Silence filled the room, you crossed your arms and sent him a glare. “If you think you’re running away from me again, omega, you have another thing coming.”

He walked you into the dresser and you grew tired of being cornered by such a massive man.

You swung out of instinct and he easily caught your punch. It was like he was already in your head.

Gripping your fist, he swung you around and pulled you in until your back was flushed against his chest. Holding you in place by wrapping an arm around your abdomen.

You thrashed against him but it was no avail. You felt his hand grip your box braids close to your scalp, tugging until you were able to meet his gaze from behind.

His breath fanned your face as you felt his heart pounding in his chest against your back.

“I hate you,” you said breathlessly. “No, you don’t.” You gasped when he slams his lips on yours, groaning at the taste of ice cream you had on the way home.

He separated your lips with his tongue, eager to have more of your taste. Your eyes fluttered closed and your hands relaxed against your chest.

He hummed into the kiss when he felt your body leant into his.

Slowly lessening his grip on your body, he turns you around until you faced him. Watching you attentively, you chest heaved with deep breathes.

You felt like he sucked all the air out of your lungs with every kiss. You find yourself following his lips and capturing another kiss.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts, lifting you onto the dresser and sliding between your legs. He held the sides of your face gingerly while your hands wrapped around his wrists.

Your lips move in sync, igniting the fire burning in your belly. You gasped when he bit your bottom lip and invading your mouth with his tongue.

The front door bursts open and a familiar voice says, “Honey I’m home!”

You pulled away from him and he peers down at you with a wide smile on his face. “That’s my sister. I have to go.”

He gives you space to jump off the dresser but you found yourself lingering around him.

Snap out of it, Y/N. You rushed out of the room and down the stairs to meet your sister who just got home from spring break.

Your tongue smooths over your tingling lips as you thought back to what just happened.

“Benedicone,” your sisters greets Mom with a kiss on the cheek. She does the same with Abuela before settling her eyes on you.

You met her in the foyer and went to hug her until your gaze fell to two stocky men behind her. They were Alphas.

“What’s going on?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at one man who gives you a smile. “Oh! They’re harmless. These are my friends from college. They heard a lot about abuela’s cooking and wanted to give it a try.”

“Hm,” you state, leaning your body on the wall.

She approaches you and gave you a warm embrace. Wrapping your arms around her, you relaxed just a little.

“Relax, hermana. I brought the older one for you when we go out dancing.” Your body tenses at the mere thought of another Alpha.

“You what?” She pulls away from you and takes a step back. Her gaze shifts behind you and you felt Ari’s leg against yours.

The Alphas behind Y/S/N puffed their chests at Ari behind you but he didn’t pay them any mind. He simply stared at them, curious at which one would start problems first.

“Who is this?” Y/S/N asks, “I’m Ari,” he takes it upon himself to introduce him and offers his hands.

The other man behind your sister tenses when she shook Ari’s hand and you immediately knew that this wasn’t going to end well.

Having more than one Alpha in an enclosed space never ends well. “Is he your Alpha?” Your sister asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes,” you said quickly. Shit. Before you had the chance to correct yourself, Ari purrs, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder.

The four of you stared at each other in silence and your sister looks between you. Abuela walks into the kitchen to cook and your mother went with her, giving you a swift nod before doing so. Which told you everything you needed to know.

The older of the two narrowed his eyes at Ari and you lifted yourself off the wall.

“Looks like we’re not welcome here, Y/S/N,” the younger Alpha says. He only looked about two years younger than the other Alpha.

“Of course you’re welcome here guys. Come on in.” They took a step forward and you growled lowly, to which they quickly stop their movements.

“What will the Alphas in the neighborhood think when they found out you brung two Alphas with zero impulse control to invade their pool of omegas?” You asked Y/S/N.

“We can take them,” the older alpha taunts, crossing his arms. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his delusions.

“You might want to start drafting those obituaries early, Y/S/N.” You state.

“Looks like you’re unmarked. So as far as we’re concerned, you’re fair game.” The man takes another step into the house and Ari stands in front of you protectively.

“Seems like you’re looking for a broken jaw,” Ari snaps. “Took the words right out of my mouth,”

“I think it’s best you go back to your hotel and Y/S/N will give you the food.”

“You don’t tell us what to do, omega. Keep talking and I’ll find another use for that mouth,” you closed your eyes for a split second and when you open them, Ari is outside.

The older Alpha was on the ground with Ari on top of him, his head knocked to the side with every one of Ari’s punches.

His face grew bloodier and bloodier, he tries to speak but it only came out as gurgles.

The man’s friend stumbles to stand up straight, holding his jaw in pain. When he finally stands, he walks over to Ari who was still punch.

You rushed down the stairs and beelined for the man trying to go after Ari. “Y/N, don’t!” Your sister pleads.

You jumped and thrusted your knee forward, directly hitting his jaw. He falls flat on his face, lying motionless in the grass.

Ari continues to hit the man, his knuckles slick with this blood. “Ari, that’s enough. You’ll kill him.” You state, your eyes widening at the state of the man beneath him.

When he wasn’t listening, you were starting to panic. That man was going to die. “Alpha!” You pushed at his arms and he stopped swinging.

He falls onto the grass next to the man’s bloody body and you knelt down on the opposite side.

You pressed two fingers to his neck and was able to detect a pulse, but barely. “Y/S/N, you need to take him to the hospital.” You told her.

“Oh my God,” she covered his mouth at sight of her friends knocked out on the lawn. “I’ll do it,” Mom says when she sees her state of shock.

“Are you hurt?” She adds when she approaches you, searching any exposed skin for scratches or bruises.

With a swift nod, you lifted the alpha you kneed by the arms and dragged him across the lawn until you reached the car.

“I’m so sorry, Mami.” You told her. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, mija. You were protecting the house. And he was protecting his omega.”

You sighed in defeat, growing tired of correcting her. “What are you going to tell them?”

“That they were jumped, traveling in the wrong parts of Oakland. It happens every day so no one will bat an eye.” She explains, sliding into the front seat of her sedan.

Ari slowly stands from his spot on the lawn and throws the man over his shoulder. He placed his unconscious body in the front seat.

They watched as your mom backed out of the driveway and peeled off to the hospital.

“Let me get you some ice for your hands,” he followed you up the stairs and you told him to sit down on the couch.

“What the hell was that?” Your sister asks, raising her hands.

“They were strangers that were going to invade our home, Y/S/N. Had Ari not been here, it would have even just me to defending the house. And I wouldn’t have wasted time trying to fight them, I would have shot them.” You explain, using a cup to scoop up some ice and place them in a ziploc bag.

“You would have shot my friends?” “They are not your friends. They are opportunists. How are you not seeing this?” You brush past her to get some alcohol wipes.

“God, working in the CIA really did make you paranoid!” She storms up the stairs and slams her door shut.

You sighed, wrapping the bag in a towel and walking into the living room where Ari sat. You tore the packaging open and cleaned the blood from his hand with the alcohol wipes.

“You okay?” He asks softly when you sat down next to him, wincing when the cool wipe brushed against the sensitive skin.

“Yeah. She’s always been like that.” You dismissed but Ari covered your hand with his. “That’s not what I meant,”

He raised his eyebrows when you finally met his gaze. “Thank you for defending me,” “That’s not something you have to thank me for. It’s my job.”

He grunts when you continued to wipe off the blood, opening another alcohol pad for the other hand.

“Your job.. as my Alpha?” You questioned, watching his eyes darken at your words. “Say it again,”

“My Alpha,” “Again,” he sets the ice pack on the table, the pain in his hands long forgotten as he climbs over you until you were laying down on your back. “My Alpha,”

You squeaked when his teeth grazed the sensitive part of your neck, his nose nudging your gland.

“Again,”

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Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 13

Next season of ZBB begins filming

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Amore (Italian) Love Buongiorno (Italian) Good morning Ciao (Italian) Hello/Bye Schnucki (German) Sweetie but doesn’t have an exact translation

Devin wakes up and kisses her yawning wife. After checking that the boys are still sleeping she ducks in the shower so she can have breakfast with Luna. On her way to the breakfast table she runs into a madly grinning Joey who is scoffing his food.

Devin: Ciao

Joey: Buongiorno. Tuesday is coming over before work so… don’t barge into the gym okay sis?

Devin: *laughs* someone woke up in the mood

Joey: Having a spin before work stops me flirting with interns so everyone wins

He rushes out as Luna comes in smiling. She bends down to grab far back in the fridge and Devin realises her own needs are bubbling up.

Devin: Buongiorno amore mio. Te amo

Luna: Are you trying to seduce me Mrs Villareal

Devin: I know, I know *sighs*  you’re married and you love her

Luna: Well I do

Devin: You know… today is your day off

Luna: Maybe but you’re needed at set at 9

Devin: That gives us at least an hour by my calculation. If you wanted to have a little… breakfast in bed

Luna laughs as the toddlers potter around the couple getting their plates of food. Seeing the toddlers are happy she stands and grabs Devin’s hand, pulling her back to their bedroom. They were too exhausted after trying to bolster Max and Miriam to have any fun last night but now they have time together.

Luna: Schatz… promise me we won’t end up like my brother and his wife

Devin: I can promise I’ll love you forever amore mio, how’s that

Luna: Deal

Luckily Devin gets her satisfaction in before set time. Once again actors from all productions are on lot and she has large doubts about the management that schedule the use of the lot. Before she heads in however she takes care to take a selfie for simstagram and update her followers with “ZBB Season 3, let’s go!!!”

First stop, as always, hair/makeup and wardrobe.

Devin: Damn Emily, this jacket is nice

Emily: It may not be post-apocalyptic authentic but who are they to say your character didn’t pillage a mall after the bugs wiped out the humans inside

Devin: Thanks Em

Then she pops back to show Rudolphus the finished look.

Rudolphus: Oh I do good work, look at you! Thank the watcher you didn’t smudge getting into that

Devin: Selfie for the album?

Costume sorted Devin goes to practice her monologue. When she had a small role in the first season the prevalence of monologues worried her a little. It’s not often in TV nowdays that the protagonist talks to no one, normally there’s some kind of animatronic or ball you’re meant to treat like a cgi creature. But Norah knows her stuff and it really sells the medium as sole survivors amongst the fallen.

She’s interrupted by a producer who lets her know Norah wants a word with her before shooting begins s she heads to the main stage to find her old friend.

Norah: Thank goodness you’re here, I think some of the other stars are going to riot

Devin: What do you mean

Norah: You know how we have to film a death scene for everyone so that word can’t get out about who is really getting killed off

Devin: Yeah…

Norah: Some are considering themselves above such “cheap stunts” and are refusing to do it. Apparently they object to being treated as "dispensable"

Devin: *gasps* but… we can’t risk it getting spoiled

Norah: I know, I know, this season is banking on "no one is safe". Could you do your death scene first? I’m thinking if the artists see one of the fan favourites is on board with the plan we can bring them around

Devin assures her friend that she’s happy to go first and will treat it as seriously as if her character were actually dying. Honestly, Norah faced this kind of pushback too much. It’s so hard for women to break into directing. Walking the set to get a feel of it she’s glad to see Connor isn’t here, she’d have been disappointed if he was one of the ones pushing back.

Norah: Villareal death scene, QUIET on set

A hush descends as the regulars and guest stars notice their most famous face has taken the stage. If Norah was using her real name instead of the character name she was making a point. Devin wouldn’t let her make it alone.

ACTION

Devin: Oh… oh I feel… I can’t be pregnant… wait…

She pauses and looks directly into camera.

Devin: It’s the bugs… they’ve woken up inside me…

She freezes in place, contorting her face in a vision of pain. She pretends the bugs are winning and spasms to her knees. She acts as though she is trying to speak, trying to get a last message out, but it’s too late. She buckles sideways and lays motionless.

CUT

Devin: Was that good? Did we get it

Norah: Perfect Mrs Villareal! Now… who’s up next?

Devin shuffles off stage as one by one the actors put on their game faces and play through their own death scenes. The grumbling on set ends, the point has been made. No one is indispensable in TV.

The rest of the shoot goes well. Devin is used to the set now, it’s becoming a familiar playground for her. She does fight scenes and flirting scenes alongside the guest stars, and the shoot wouldn’t be complete without a guitar solo.

Back home Devin hangs outside with Luna and the twins. While Luna is in charge of teaching numbers Devin is in charge of playing pirate! Alfred is first on the ship while Rilian focuses on the flashcards.

Luna: This number is first…

Rilian: One?

Luna: That’s it schnucki

After Alfred finishes playing he gives Devin a big hug before going to ask Luna for his turn at flashcards. Rilian waddles over to the ship and gets busy steering!

Rilian: Mama

Devin: Yes Rilian

Rilian: Did you think about me pool

Devin: *laughs* I did. You better thank your Mummy as well

Rilian: *smiling* you mean…

Devin: One kiddie pool coming up!

Devin grabs the plastic pool from inside and fills it up while an excited Rilian dances. When it’s deep enough Devin helps him in and he goes to sit down.

Rilian: MAMA *splashes*

Devin: Are you happy caro

Rilian: YES *splashes*

Devin and the toddler play around splashing each other while a studious Alfred works on his numbers with Luna. It’s a warm autumn day and Devin has ever seen her son smile so wide.

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

bam breaks his tailbone skating and is a little bitch about it

Pain in the Ass

After a stunt gone wrong, Y/N takes pity on their boyfriend (and his poor ass)

Bam Margera X Gn!reader

1k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Whump, suggestive content, crude language, medication

AN: Aaaa thank you for the request!! I hope u enjoy!

You and the guys sat in the little $50 X-ray place, crowding around the doctor’s computer to scrutinize the black and blue image on the screen. Of course, giggles abounded as Rick got in close with the handheld camera, asking questions to the technician, “So where’s the tailbone here?” Cracking a slight smile, she gestured with her computer mouse to the middle of the scan of Bam’s pelvis at what looked like oatmeal in his abdomen, “It’s right here- underneath all this feces.”

Laughter erupted in the room, mostly from the party viewing the image, but even your boyfriend- the one sitting off to the side on the gurney in the little paper gown with the blue flowers- found it hilarious, “You- you can see my crap inside of my stomach?” He chuckled unbelievingly as Ryan sat on the side of the bed, leaning in, “Dude, we can see your balls.” And another round of laughter. “That is sick- am I ‘gettin copies of this?”

Seemingly, you were the only person in the room who was, in the slightest bit, concerned. Leaning over to the poor doctor who had to witness all of this, you asked, “He’s okay, right?” She waved a dismissive hand at you, equally as entertained while announcing to the whole group, “He’ll be fine- a broken Coccyx is a very mild injury.”

“Oh, he hurt that too? Looked fine to me…”

You absentmindedly twirled Bam’s hair as he laid on his stomach while you watched an episode of Punk’d on the couch, softly humming. While you watched Hillary Duff getting blamed for a carjacking, you could hear an audible smile in your boyfriend's voice as he piped up, “Y’know, this morning I slapped Ryan with that jelly ass doughnut I got.” You chuckled, not quite paying attention to what he had to say, completely enveloped in the rare moment of calm you captured, even if your hand was pressing an ice pack to his asscrack. “Mmhm.”

He groaned at the shocking cold on warm skin, shoving his head between his crossed arms in front of him. “This sucks…” Your boyfriend whined, looking up at you from your lap, “Can’t skate…can’t sit up- I can’t even shit on my own!” He did have a point. It was like seeing an animal in a zoo without enrichment. You felt a little bad, even if he was being dramatic, “Well, I think I found an upside to this.” You spoke quietly, comfortingly raking your hand through Bam’s thick hair, his pale eyelids fluttering shut. “Mmhm?”

“Jeff sent me an email. Apparently,” A grin crept into your voice as you pulled out your phone to show him, “they got that X-ray framed at MTV headquarters!” All of a sudden, your boyfriend's face lit up and he whispered unbelievingly as he looked at the photo. “No way…no way!” He almost giggled, pulling himself up to the best of his ability, “All those millionaires- goin in to make deals n shit- they’re all gonna be ‘starin at my dick!”

You smiled at how quickly his demeanor changed. “Mmhm.” He went to get up, standing up too fast and stumbling a little with a wince. God, it was like didn’t even know he hurt himself, or at least that he didn’t care. “Can you, uh- can you get me some of those Advils? ‘M goin upstairs.” You nodded, starting off to the kitchen before calling back, “Be careful!” Slugging up the hardwood steps, he jokingly grumbled, “Sure, mom…” before disappearing to his room. You followed him shortly, the pain medication and a bottle of water in hand as you skipped up after him.

Of course, since sitting upright was out of the question, laying down required a certain finesse. You shut the door and got on the bed first while your boyfriend shimmied his jeans off and you giggled at his pale legs. Bam rolled his eyes, scoffing as you gently grabbed his hips and helped him onto the bed. It really was kinda cute, how he could be so aloof one second, but the next he’s practically begging for your attention, especially like this. Your big shot jerk boyfriend, always tormenting everybody around him, but when you caught him like this every now and again it really was sweet.

You watched his dim silhouette in the dark room as he propped himself on one arm and you unscrewed the cap of the bottle of water. Taking the oblong red and blue pills from you, he threw them into his mouth and stilled before looking up at you with those pale blue eyes as you pressed the rim of the bottle to his barely parted lips. You tilted it back, looking down at the curiously sweet and intimate act as his eyelids fell half lidded while he gulped down a few sips, his Adam's apple bobbing, before pulling back. He wiped his mouth with a groan and laid back down. You blushed a little, finding it oddly attractive.

He sighed, settling into the soft mattress, keeping his one leg propped up awkwardly while he waited for you. For the last week, your boyfriend hadn’t been able to sleep without a pillow between his knees, which in and of itself was adorable, especially when you stumbled in on him for the first time like that, but since your methods of pain management had advanced. You shushed him as you walked around the bed sinking into the plush surface next to him.

Bam knew the drill, throwing his leg over your hip and nuzzling his face close into the soft skin of the back of your neck, inhaling softly. “Fuck…” You giggled at the feeling of his lips moving on your skin as you pulled him arm over your waist to make sure he wouldn’t roll over onto his back while he slept. You stroked his palm with your thumb comfortingly. “Feelin alright?” You murmured as he snuggled closer, your fingers grazing over his chipping black nail polish. “Mmhm.” You brought his hand up, placing a gentle kiss on a tattooed knuckle.

[tparker48]

It was an hour after a movie shoot when Taron Ergeton returned home. He undressed before he made his way into his bedroom. Leaving only his underwear on, he made his way to the bed. "Man what a day it's been. Thought I'd never make it home." He stretched into the air to relax his body. Pops came from his back before tension climbed to his legs. When clenched his glutes, he stopped when a protruding lump cushioned against them. "Mmm! May have grabbed the wrong pair earlier.." He said. He grabbed his glutes as he dug into his asscrack, spreading them apart to even out the matted fabric.

When he spread his cheeks apart, he thought the lump would vanish once he settled them, but the protruding object wasn't an ordinary lump. In between his cheeks, A tiny stuck out from the center, surrounded by a ring of dampened sweat as it covered the middle of the crack. Slowly, they peeled off the fabric, falling onto the bed as the cushioned their fall.

"That's better" Taron sighed, bending his legs to rest himself upon the bed. By the time the little one got to their knees, the large ass was already on top of him.

Plomp! Taron landed onto the bed as it bounced beneath his weight, the fabric’s warm wet surface colliding against the little one’s back. "Finally I can relax." He said, lifting each of his feet to take his socks off, before rubbing his soles into the carpet. The little one underneath tried to move underneath the actor, lifting their head into the frowsty clothing, but to no avail, When they felt one of the legs lift, he thought Taron would spot him. But instead of reaching for them, he reached for the leg hole of his underwear. Dragging it up until his balls dropped out from them. The sac laid across their back like a set of weight, refusing to move from their spot no matter what they tried. Meanwhile, the sounds of soft typing lingered  above.

Outside, Taron typed at his phone for the latest updates on twitter. Catching a glimpse of his own cameos along his timeline. "Hehe, seems like the latest show is gaining traction..." He said, leaning back into the bed. "But the cameras never seem to get my good side. Hmm..perhaps it would benefit to tease the fans a bit."

He closed the window on his phone and clicked on the camera, pointing the screen toward him before he hovered it higher. He posed for a moment before taking a shot of himself, capturing his own body in a series of poses as he attached them to his account.

Click!..Click!..Click!

He continued to take pictures of himself, even adding a few finger poses before taking a shot of his chest. "Yes that's it. Just a little more of those. Oh! I know a good pose to try out.

He lended a palm to the leg hole that was pulled back, stretching it from his legs as he went to pull it up. But it wasn’t the only thing it took with it. As it stretched, the fabric scooped the little one from the bed and into the actor’s underwear. Flesh quickly surrounded them as his cheeks captured the tiny in its grasp. Hiding them behind a sheet of flesh and fabric as they jiggled to their max height. Taking a couple of steps away from the bed, he set the phone down and leaned over it to confirm the shot.

"I'll give them a little taste of the kingsman stunt skills. That should gain some traction." He set the camera before he squatted down the floor.

The little one felt the glutes spread before they tightened in place. Unable to see outside the warm flesh as the mounds casted a shadow over the crack. When one of the legs raised, the glutes became adjacent, Squishing awkwardly against each other before they slid the fabric shielding them in between the slabs of muscle.

"Alright, 3..2..1..and-"

Flarrp! Gas rushed out of his rear ferociously, wet bursts following behind Taron as he rushed to tend to it. "Damn it, I forgot to let that out earlier." He said. He plugged his nose to shield himself from his own foul gas, it reeked of carbon and eggs as heat flowed up and around his underwear.

Flarrp! Pfft! More gas expunged from him, bubbles forcing their way through his intestines as they expunged themselves out of their home. Taron stumbled to get up, feeling more solid contents begin to push its way through his rectum. He grabbed his own ass to hold them together, the deep toots managing to snake its way through the hole before he raced to the bathroom.

The little one inside received the abrupt force of the blast. Unfiltered by the sheet of fabric in front of them as it spewed its blast from the actor’s anus. Each stumble Taron would make, a distant sound rang in their ears. It was loud, gurgly, and it seemed to be getting closer. When they felt the hole expand at their back, they nearly shrieked in terror of what was to come. Feeling the ring gum at their shoulders, they clawed for the fabric in front of them, the glutes hanging taunting them as they hovered them just out of reach. When the hole grew wider, they resulted to thrashing in order to move them forward, the fabric touching just at their fingertips.

 just as the hole whispered its breath into them, the underwear loosened as they grabbed a piece on its way out, the two falling to the ground and between a pair of bare feet.

"I knew I shouldn't have had those shakes before rehearsal!" Taron cursed at himself, Fumbling to grab toilet paper as he reached inside the watery bowl. The sounds of wiping filling the air, before groans from his stomach drowned it out.

Flarrp! Brrbrbl! More gas raced from the rear, heavy drops following them as Tarson clenched his body. With each adjustment, he tried to move himself off the toilet, but was quickly redirected back to the bowl. His bowels roaring its way through him and into the watery fluid inside the toilet.

Hearing the grunts and groans of the actor, the little one sighed in relief in the alternative they were in. The turret of wind was startling, but nothing compared to the battle going on from the toilet. The underwear was still an issue, they were too tired to move themselves from the wet spot. But, despite it all, it wasn’t so bad.

[scifrey]

Cling Fast: Chapter Eleven

By Losyark

The Sandman (Netflix with some sprinkling of comics canon, and Gaiman Cinematic-Literary Universe canon) Dreamling (Hob Gadling x Dream of the Endless | Morpheus) Complete PG-13 (for now) Unbeta’d

Somehow, the summer and Hob's brush with the glitz and glam (more like the sleep deprivation and hurry-up-and-wait) of The Biz comes to an end. The first week of classes start up, and as he promised Morpheus, Hob eschews sleep in order to review the texts, and write the syllabuses and prepare the lectures that he didn't have time to over the summer. Morpheus only throws sand in his face and drags him down into the Dreaming twice, when Hob hadn't caught so much as a cat-nap on his junky office sofa in over forty-eight hours.

It's a strange thing, Hob muses, as he entertains his colleagues with stories of his time on set, to have done something so intense and life-altering, and have no one really know it even exists yet. The footage is in editing, and Hob is no longer needed. He is, in essence, utterly dropped and forgotten by the production.

Harriet understands what he means, and joins Hob at The New Inn every few evenings. She talks him through what she calls "show-drop," or the intense lonely misery that comes after living so closely and bonding with fellow artists so deeply, only for everyone to suddenly and completely part ways. He regales her with tales of the places he's been and the ordinary, everyday people he's met. He promises to read over her newest publication for inaccuracies, and she in turn gives a guest lecture at his uni on archeology and historical recreation for screen media.

He reunites with both of his co-presenters only twice in the month of September: once, to record ADR (basically re-recording dialogue that was muffled or of poor quality, trying to match his voice to the synch of his own mouth), and another time to get dressed up in their costumes for the last time and spend an afternoon shooting promotional posters and images.

He wears the black-and-scarlet velvet ensemble into the Dreaming that night.

Morpheus is playing host to a contingent of new gods seeking to curry favour with Dream of the Endless. Hob misses a good proper balls, and Morpheus is impressed that he still remembers all the steps to the cotillion. The gods all have names like Media, and Mr. World, and have been thought into being by humans. They fawn and flatter over Dream's human (but not mortal) consort, insincere and desperate for a solid place in the world's pantheon. Hob wakes up feeling like he's covered with greasy fingerprints and takes the hottest shower he can stand for at least an hour.

Hob hosts the wrap party at The New Inn, closing the pub for a private party. Patrick and the new kid pull out all the stops, proud of their little local celebrity, and pull out all the stops in the kitchen. Though he wasn't able to track down the fey food artist, Hob connected his team with the food artists, and everyone enjoys venison pasties, and hyppocras, buttered beer and snow, fruit and meat pies, and lots of marzipan shaped like Gadlen House.

Morpheus acquiesces to Hob's wheedling, and attends the party as Hob's partner. He's prickly, and taciturn, but everyone is in high enough spirits that they don't mind Hob's introverted goth boyfriend. And nobody seems to remember that he looks just like one of the stunt team.

Harinder surprises them all by arriving with a USB stick loaded with the first episode and a pocket projector. Between them, Hob and Patrick get the karaoke speakers and a ratty old projector screen cobbled together. Patrick makes sure everyone has all the beer, wine, coffee, soda, and various other cock-or-mocktails topped up, they dim the lights, and let it rip.

The crowd cheers and jeers, hollers and laughs, and as the credits on the first episode roll, everyone stands up and claps for at least five minutes straight.

"What did you think?" Hob asks Morpheus, leaning close to whisper in his lover's ear under all the clapping and celebration.

"It is wonderful. Engaging and cinematic in a way that the previous incarnations of this program have not been. And you make a very appealing and handsome leading man," Morpheus adds, flicking a look at Hob from under black lacework eyelashes that promises wonderful things once he's asleep.

Hob snorts. "I'm hardly the lead, Duckie. There were two other people on the screen too, you know."

 "You have created something to be proud of," Morpheus pushes. He slides his hand into the pack pocket of Hob's jeans, not to fondle or squeeze, but to simply hold him close. Hob feels admired and cherished. "Humanity needs its fantasies, to make its reality a better place to live, and you have created a very admirable fantasy indeed."

"You don't have to butter me up by quoting Sir Terry at me," Hob protests with a laugh.

Morpheus only quirks a smirk at him. 

Then Glenn and his wife crash into them with tipsy glee, Glenn shouting "Did you see that? Did you see that! That's a bloody BAFTA in the bag, that is you mad, wonderful, beautiful Doc Bob, you!"

Harriet, with her wife and son, aren't far behind. Then there are toasts, and drunken heartfelt speeches, and someone figures out how to get a whole mess of electro-tudor remix music pouding on the speakers, the tables are pushed aside, and people are reeling and ducking around one another with unashamed joy.

And Morpheus lets himself slip into the background, contentedly supportive and admiring.

Sweaty and exhausted in the best way, Hob pulls Shami outside sometime around midnight to gift them a small posey of bellflowers and agrimony, as well as a beautiful antique cloak pin. It's a unisex piece, carefully etched with beautiful Tudor knotwork, and set with chips of a dark tourmaline gem that would set off Shami's eyes nicely.

Hob had rescued it from under the floorboards of the Gadlen House nursery. Hob had been poor and penniless enough in his life that even when he was wealthy, he had the foresight to secret away little stashes of treasure, just in case. Fletcher hadn't stolen every treasure, and Hob did find some time alone to wander and snoop during the shoot after all. He'd managed to smuggle his sword out too, by pretending it was just a prop.

Hob didn't tell Shami that the brooch once belonged to first Eleanor's brother, then Eleanor. He doesn't tell Shami that he had hidden away the favorite of her pieces after her death with the intention of one day gifting them to Robyn's bride. Hob doesn't tell Shami that Robyn had never married, but Hob likes to think that Eleanor wouldn't mind him sharing her treasures with the incredible person who had brought her back to him in so many vital, wondrous ways.

All he says is "Thank you. You have no idea what it means to me to know that I have her diary and his sketchbook, safe and preserved, forever."

When they come back inside, Morpheus is waiting in the shadow of the door to snatch Hob to his side, and ensure that nobody gets the wrong idea about the soon-to-be famous television presenter and the digital archivist slinking in from the autumn chill together.

*

Hob takes great delight in goading Morpheus to live out the fantasies of celebrity popping up in the dreams of so many young people these days by making Morpheus promise to walk the red carpet on his arm.

Though, Hob realizes as soon as Morpheus appears in Hob's bedroom that night, he's made a grave miscalculation. Hob's mouth immediately goes desert-dry. 

Morpheus wears boots with higher-than-usual heels so he has at least two inches on Hob, the vain peacock, and his hair crests even higher. He's wearing a beautiful black-on-black damask suit with a waist-length blazer-fronted cape, trimmed with red velvet lapels. His boutonniere easily the size of his whole hand made up of (Hob's app tells him) angrec, cape jasmine, and both blue and pink convolvulus. He's wearing a single silver-and-ruby drop earring. And the eyeliner. By god, Hob can't die but he damn near expires on the spot when he realizes that Morpheus is wearing such perfect, knife-blade sharp winged black eyeliner that it would make a Vogue cover makeup artist weep with envy.

He puts Hob's own tired brown suit to shame. Morpheus seems to agree, because with a twist of his wrist, Hob is suddenly wearing a sharp, slim-cut hunter-green three piece (Morpheus' favorite color on him, clearly), with black shirt and a matching honest-to-god cravat. Instead of a boutonniere, Morpheus has decorated Hob's neckcloth with a small, rectangular ruby on a golden stickpin sculpted to resemble ivy.

"This isn't the Oscars," Hob says, but it's not a protest.

The night is warm enough and Hob's shoes are comfortable enough that the two hour walk to Hither Green and Gadlen House is a pleasure, and it means that Matthew gets to join them all the way to the front gate.

"Aww, come on, Hobsie," Matthew wheedles from Hob's shoulder, preening his hair out of its carefully pomaded fall. "The boss showed me the opening shot. It wouldn't be half as good if I wasn't in it."

"True," Hob allows, as they wait from the back of the line for their turn to present their ID badges and gain entry to the park.

Security is tight at Gadlen House tonight, and every who's-who of the entertainment world has been invited. Most of them aren't sure what they're there for—it's just the dinky little premiere of a dinky little docuseries after all—but the muckity mucks at the BBC had insisted, and, Hob's sure, they're all going to be really glad they were part of the first wave of outlets who get to break the big news about the quarto.

The plan tonight is to screen the first episode followed up with a bit of a talk from Harinder and a thirty minute Q&A with Hob, Harriet and Glenn, and then a presentation from Shami about the future of digital archeology and historical document interactivity, and then, when everyone was thoroughly bored to tears—ten minutes of uncut footage of Hob and Glenn goofing around and cataloging the contents of the Gadlen Fell Crate Papers, until Glenn goes parchment white and starts screaming like a little girl.

At which point, the experts at the V&A would be stepping in to present the actual quarto to the press, Hob is sure social media is going to lose its goddamn mind, and Hob plans to take full and unashamed advantage of his lover's eldritch nature to sneak away before anyone tries to buttonhole him.

Matthew tugs on Hob's hair threateningly.

"Yeah, okay," Hob relents. "But stand on the very edge of my shoulder, like that, yeah. Glenn taught me this for photos—always make sure there's empty air around your body so you don't look squashed against another person. And you can't come into the house, this is just for the outdoor carpet, okay?"

"Okay!" Matthew croaks. "I'm gonna be a star, baby!"

Matthew holds his head high, puffs and smooths the lay of his feathers and, if a raven can suck it in, then he's definitely sucking it in.

"You spoil him," Morpheus says indulgently.

Hob takes his hand and entwines their fingers. "I spoil you both, and I don't see you complaining. Now, shhh, Matthew."

The bored guard at the door doesn't even glance up at them as he takes and checks Hob's work badge.

"Gadlen, plus one?"

"Yes," Hob says.

"Have fun, guv." He waves them through and is on to the next person who has just arrived behind them.

Past the gates, Hob is met with event PAs and coordinators who eye up Matthew, but don't say anything. They're probably used to way weirder things when it comes to celebrities, and Hob is hardly that.

They're asked to hold a moment, as the small group before them—Harinder and the direction team, it looks like—clears the first bank of photographers and reporters. Hob takes a moment to marvel at the way that Gadlen House has once again been transformed.

The drive has been overlaid with low metal risers, smothered in a literal red carpet. On one side, the press is contained by long strands of red velvet ropes which protect the grass. On the other, an eight-foot wall of temporary flats has been erected, uplit to ensure the repeating pattern of BBC Historics and National Trust logos are visible in each photo anyone takes.

Up by the house, the front courtyard has been transformed into a little cocktail bar, elegant stand lights showing off the fountains to best advantage, and penguin-suited waiters in absurd tudor-era bonnets with ridiculous ostrich feathers circulating with trays of champagne.

Hob's been told that the grand entry hall has been filled with tiered seating and a large cinematic screen, and a podium from which the evening's host will crack tired jokes and try to keep folks entertained between setups.

It's all a bit much for a silly little historical docudrama, but Hob knows what the prize at the bottom of the crackerjack box is. He knows it will be worth all of the hullabaloo.

"Alright," the P.A. at the top of the carpet says, after conferring with someone on a headset. "When I say go, walk out to the middle of that first group. My colleague there—see, he's waving—he'll let you know when you're good. Pose for the cameras, and speak to the reporter on the carpet. She'll ask you two or three questions, might have you give a spin. Then my colleague will pass you on to the next one down the line. Feel free to decline to answer any questions you don't want to, and don't let the bird shit on anything."

"Excuse you—" Matthew squawks.

"Go!"

Morpheus takes Hob by the hand and swivels forward like he's planning to seduce the whole crowd.

He probably is.

"Doc Bob!" someone in the crowd shouts, and another says "Sir Gadlen!"

"You're off by three," Hob calls back, and the scrum chuckles, charmed.

The new PA introduces the reporter, and Hob vaguely recognizes her from one of the late night chat shows.

"Mr. Gadlen, and Mr…" 

"Oneiros," Morpheus offers up.

"Right-o, sir," the PA says. "If you'll both just stand here…"

They do and Hob is not even remotely surprised that Morpheus knows how to work a camera. He must be tapping into the dreams of every model on the U.K. right now. He tugs Hob into a few poses subtly, and Hob feels like a complete tit but trusts his lover to do right by him.

The reporter asks about Hob's experience on set ("Uh, yeah, cool, really cool," Hob answers to his mortification); what he's wearing ("McQueen," Morpheus intones); and if the bird is real or a fashion accessory.

"Real!" Matthew protests.

"Real," Hob echoes, resisting the urge to reach up and pluck out one of Matthew's tailfeathers. "And an excellent mimic when he wants to be. He insisted on coming along."

"How adorable! Is he friendly? Can I pet your crow?"

"Raven," Hob corrects. "And technically, it's his bird," Hob says, jerking his thumb at Morpheus. "But Matthew likes me better."

"Matthew would appreciate your attention, yes," Morpheus allows magnanimously. "Pet his breast, or gently along his beak."

And that is how Morpheus becomes boyfriend of the year for figuring out how to keep all the attention off of Hob and his terrible interview answers, and Matthew becomes the unequivocal favorite of the evening.

They event organizers even open a window in one of the turrets of the great hall so he could sit on the sill and watch.

*

A few hours later, Morpheus and Hob sneak away just as he planned, ducking under the red velvet ropes and putting his lock-breaking skills to the test to break into his old bedroom. Morpheus takes care of the security system and cameras without needing to be asked.

"Do you think they forgot that they left the good mattress on the… ha ha!" Hob chortles gleefully. "Look, they did!"

"You know, you never properly slept in this bed, Hob," Morpheus ventures, with exactly zero innocence or nonchalance.

"No, I did not," Hob replies with a cheeky wink. "Help me christen it?"

"Gladly."

*

The revelation of the missing Shakespeare play is enough to shoot the fame of the series, and its presenters, into the stratosphere. Because Cardenio was found in Hob's Gadlen Fell Crate, it technically belongs to him. So every A-list Shakespearen actor, dramatist, and acting troupe in the country is banging down his door for a look at it. Hob very quickly, very wisely, and very generously donates the damn thing away to the National Trust. Let them manage its preservation and loaning rights, and make top dollar on the licensing fees besides. They deserve the boost in funding and fame.

Still, every reporter, Elizabethan scholar, and entertainment news anchor wants a piece of Bob Gadlen the Sixth. Hob does all he can to reorient the spotlight onto Harriet, and Glenn, and Shami. By the end of October it's gotten so bad that Hob has resumed teaching all of his classes online so he can avoid the paps on campus. Patrick has to hire a bouncer for The New Inn, and Lucienne steps briefly into the Waking world to act as Hob's legal protector and manager.

As a creature who has read literally every book there is to read on law, Lucienne is ruthlessly efficient. By the end of the month, Hob has gone back to being a nobody professor and a person of non-interest to the media. Occasionally someone recognizes him on the street and asks for a selfie, or comes up to him in a cafe when he's on a date with Morpheus. 

And memorably, a few days before All Hallows Eve, the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts makes the mistake of inviting Hob to give a guest lecture. They're clearly thinking (as far as Hob can tell) that because the quarto was found among Hob's things, Hob must be some sort of expert must be some sort of Shakespeare expert. And he is. But not in the way they expected.

And that's how a cadre of venerable professors, a few A-listers who think they can get away with the ballcap-and-glasses disguise, and two cohorts worth of young hopeful actors are treated to a pacing, ranting diatribe against the boyfriend-stealing wannabe, an exaltation of Kit Marlowe, and an incredibly powerful moment-by-moment narration of what going to see a play at The Curtain (a far superior theater to The Globe in Hob's estimation) smelled like, sounded like, looked like, and felt like.

"Not helping your mission to stay under the radar," Harriet texts him, with a link to a video, two days later.

Hob, Morpheus and Matthew are upstairs in Hob's flat, working their way through a bowl of discount Tescos candy—Morpheus' sweet tooth strikes again—and carving neeps into lanterns whose light Stingy Jack can roam the world by. Stingy Jack-o-the-Lantern is real, it turns out, and as close to a friend as anyone can be to Morpheus. The guy deserves some turnips with faces in them just for that alone, Hob figures.

Apparently one of the RADA students had recorded the whole thing and has created a supercut of Hob's most creative, Elizabethan, and devastating insults to the bard. Matthew asks him to replay it for him on the phone four times before Morpheus gets in a snit and goes on his own rant about how important Midsummer was to his political alliances with the Fair Folk.

Talk then turns to Shaxbeard's lost son Hamnet, and as fathers of dead sons, they agree wordlessly to change the topic.

*

Fall shades elegantly into Winter. 

Hob finishes his term and is buried in snowdrifts of essays and exams to mark. He meets up regularly with Harriet, politely declines with all the force in his Immortal body when the BBC asks him back for a second series, and teaches Matthew the rules of Football. ("The good one, birdbrain, not that handegg you used to watch when you had thumbs.")

And then, one quiet evening when it's just Patrick, New Kid, and the two of them in the pub, Morpheus reaches across the table, takes Hob's hand, and asks "Are you happy?"

Hob, who had been thinking about whether or not he wanted to subject himself to the humiliation of adding Elizabethan Manor to next semester's syllabus as non-compulsory but recommended viewing, blinks a few times as his brain catches up to Morpehus' question.

"Yes," Hob says slowly, sitting forward and giving Morpheus his full attention. This feels like a far more serious question than it sounds. "Why do you ask? Are you?"

"Very happy," Morpheus says, but then sighs like that's the greatest misfortune an anthropomorphic personification can endure.

"Okay. But forgive me duck… you don't sound like it."

"I am very happy, and that is the problem," Morpheus confesses, slumping in his chair.

This worries Hob even more, because he's never seen Morpheus slump in his chair before. He lounges, he reclines, he luxuriates, he sprawls, he reposes. He does not slump.

Hob squeezes his hand reassuringly. "I'm listening."

Between them, where Patrick can see, Morpheus wills a Meadow Saffron into existence. Hob is pleased with himself that he recognizes it on sight, after so many hours spent studying his floriography texts.

"Dearheart, no," Hob says, plucking the flower out of Morpheus' fingers and laying it on the seat beside him. "That's not true at all. Your best days are yet to come. You have me now."

"I do have you," Morpheus agrees. "But… I fear that you do not have me. Not the way I would like it."

"You're right here, duckie."

"But I should like to be here more. I want to sleep beside you, Hob. Properly sleep, not simply watch you drop off and then step into my realm and resume my function while you rest. I want to rest with you. I want to wake with you. I want—to be greater than my function and at the same time, less. I want wholly outside of it. I want to be… where you are. Where I am happiest."

"Wait, let me get my head around this. Is my boyfriend Dream of the Endless or Morpheus, the God of Sleep? Am I sleeping with whole diamond, or just one facet? Is that what worries you? Because I don't care…"

The pained look on Morpheus' face makes it clear that Hob is way off the mark, and he trails off, waiting. Rare for him, Morpheus hesitates before he answers. He opens his petal-pink mouth, draws a breath, licks his lips, closes them again, then does it all again. Hob waits him out, massaging the tense tendons of Morpheus' palm with his thumbs.

Finally, Morpheus says: "How would you feel if I was neither?"

Hob blinks, digests what Morpheus has said, decides it doesn't make any sense any which way he turns it over in his mind, and says: "Come again?"

"What if… I were not Dream of the Endless. Or Morpheus the God of Sleep. What if I was… just a man?"

Hob sits bolt upright. "What's wrong with your voice?"

"Nothing. I merely… perhaps it is foolish."

"No, go on," Hob reassures him, trying to adjust to the new, less bone-vibrating timbre of Morpheus' speech. It's fine. It still sounds like him. Just… different.

"A child comes," Morpheus murmurs eventually. "Conceived in the Dreaming, made of dreamstuff."

Hob blinks some more as his brain buffers. "Are you pregnant?"

Morpheus chuckles wryly. "No."

"Oh. okay." Hob licks his lips, digesting this. "Wait, am I pregnant?"

Morpheus laughs gently. "No, Hob. The child grows in the heart and fantasies of a woman who… well, the details are a story for another time, I think. But the babe will be a fine heir, I should think."

"An heir?" Hob blinks some more, and takes a few sips of his beer to cover as he tries to catch up. Morpheus sometimes drops strange scruffy things into his lap like a proud kitten, and even after all this time, after all he's done and seen, Hob still needs time to readjust his reality to encompass the offering. "An heir?  God's wounds, are you dying?"

"No, Hob. The Endless do not die." Morpheus meets his eyes earnestly, then lifts their entwined hands to kiss each of Hob's knuckles. "But this facet has… reached its natural conclusion."

"So you are dying," Hob repeats, distress wringing through every fiber of his body.

"I assure you, no," Morpheus says. He rises from his seat, scoots around the table and pulls Hob against his chest to soothe Hob's building panic. "Do you not think that my sister shares the same love for me as she does for you? What she has bargained for you, she has agreed to provide for me as well."

"I'm not following," Hob admits, clutching at Morpheus' ribs.

"Gods come and go. The old fade and new ones are thought into being. You met some of them." 

Hob swallows hard enough that he feels his throat burn. "Yes."

"Morpheus the God of Sleep is… fading. This world no longer needs a classical, old-fashioned, ancient god of dreams. Dreams are different now, and they need a new avatar to shepherd them. And so another God grows within the womb of human imagination. Do you understand?"

Hob looks up at Morpheus, and he knows he's trembling, knows he frightened, but Morpheus is wrapped around him, keeping him steady.

"I think so." 

"When this child is born, the facet that you know as Morpheus will cease to be Endless, and simply become… human." A smile, beatific and contented spreads over Morpheus' face. "An Immortal human, yes, but human all the same. Think of it less as death and perhaps more as… retirement."

"You'll be like me," Hob gasps.

"Yes."

"You'll be with me," Hob adds, excitement replacing his fear. He straightens to meet Morpheus' pleading eyes.

"Yes. Unless you'd prefer—"

"Fuck that," Hob says, clinging to Morpheus. "You'll be moving in with me upstairs, that's what'll be happening."

"If that is what you wish."

"That is abosu-fucking-lutely what I wish," Hob confirms, then surges up to press his lips against Morpheus' in a claiming, hungry, possessive kiss.

"Then it is done," Morpheus says, when they part. Another bargain struck. Maybe the last.

Fuck me, Hob thinks, and wishes he could manifest an avalanche of roses, roses, roses.

Morpheus must see his fantasy, because rose petals begin to tumble from the empty air around them, drifting along the table and clinging to Morpheus' hair. Hob laughs, enchanted and elated.

Patrick's gonna take one look at the floor and kill him on the spot.

The thought makes Hob want to kiss Morpheus again, so he does.

"This is, forgive me, a dream come true," Hob laughs, when they eventually break off. He may also be crying, he's not sure. All he knows is that he needs to flag down New Kid and get them to pop some bubbly. "This is sorta everything. All my hopes and, well, now my Dream, too."

“Entirely. And if I am your Dream,” Morpheus asks reticently. “Will you, in return, be my Hope?”

"Absolutely," Hob says, and leans across the table to kiss Morpheus. "For as long as you want."

"For forever then," Morpheus agrees. "Or have you not heard? One cannot kill hope."

THE END

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[ryhmus]

Dream Friends; a documentary

The Dream Friends of HEADSPACE arrived in Faraway shortly after Sunny was kidnapped by D.R.E.A.M., Pulled from HEADSPACE with little to no memory of what happened beforehand, they would wander around the world with little to no knowledge of how they got there or why. The six would eventually reunite with one another with the help of their real world counterparts or other circumstances and live in (relative) harmony with the people of Faraway.

SKILLS, EMOTIONS and BATTLE oh my!

The Dream Friends have shown that they are not normal children.

Capable of incredible feats through their SKILLS and other traits not naturally endowed.

.Superhuman strength (AUBREY can lift over two tons of weight heavier than her and smash through solid concrete with her HEADBUTT SKILL, all of the friends have this trait, though only AUBREY seems to show this trait most often)

.Extreme durability (KEL has crashed into the top of cars at 7 feet in the air, jumped through windows, and other dangerous stunts that would severely injury or kill a person. Though the dream Friend is still vulnerable to becoming TOAST with enough damage)

.Rapid healing (Situational, done by consuming food or healing items created by HERO'S COOK SKILL or BASIL'S HERBAL REMEDY, in general, the Dream friends are immune to the downsides of over-consumption like weight gain or health issues)

.EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS are states of being for the friends that provide bonus effects but change the friend's demeanor to match can come naturally or are inflicted via. ITEMS, enemy attacks or SKILLS. Normal human beings can be inflicted with EMOTIONS and can benefit from their status effects only if they are in a BATTLE or if said person shares a bond with that friend, EMOTIONS can come in three phases of each though research shows the existence of a fourth state for each, {side note; EMOTIONS may cause intense mental stress and instability if overused)

TOAST

Like normal people, Dream Friends can get hurt, they do bleed and they feel pain is the when they take a fatal amount of damage they turn into a piece of TOAST and remain in that state until LIFE JAM is applied.

Meet the crew!

KEL

KEL is the younger version of Kel, he ended up in the secret hideout of Faraway Park, his last memory of HEADSPACE was watching his brother fall into an abyss...KEL would wander around town with the confidence that he would find them in his typical KEL fashion from harassing vending machines to destroying melons in Othermart hoping to find items in them. His shenanigans would get him into trouble and indirectly help him find HERO and shortly after, their own counterparts.

Happy-go-lucky and always competitive, KEL can come off as rude and bratty, often coming to odds with AUBREY, but inside he has a good heart and a strong sense of justice. (Even if he's not the brightest) His impulsive nature leads him to acting without thinking and getting in trouble or causing it.

KEL'S abilities revolve around his high SPEED

MASTER SKILL; SLAM DUNK!; Leap high into the air and dunk for a high score! KEL throws his ball downwards where it smashes into an enemy and has an escalating chance to ricochet to another enemy depending on KEL'S HIT RATE. All friends gain a SPEED boost after the attack ends.

AUBREY

The girl of the group, AUBREY is the pastel likeness of Aubrey in her younger years, her last memory was watching the world around her crumble apart...The young girl was placed in an unpleasant spot inside of an old house where she was promptly chased out and left on the streets. Alone and hurting from a foot injury, AUBREY would be scooped up by Polly and delivered to Basil's house where a green haired boy would await her.

With a cheerful demeanor, strong will and caring personality to boot, AUBREY cares deeply about her friends and acts as the morale of the team. often reminding them of what the right thing to do would be. However, AUBREY is prone to a short temper and often forgets her own immense strength in this world, especially when KEL gets on her nerves, she can be somewhat clumsy.

AUBREY'S power shines in her ability to be the groups' tank, she has the highest ATTACK.

MASTER SKILL; SUPER SMASH; A running start that follows up into a flying HEADBUTT that hits all foes in front of her in a spectacular fashion. AUBREY gains higher DEFENSE after the attack ends.

BASIL

BASIL had the misfortune of being stuck in BLACK SPACE when reality came apart...Next he woke up inside of a strange house and was encountered by a very confused and frightened Polly. After explaining where he came from and realizing his home was gone, the kind caretaker offered him a home here with her as family. This family would soon be extended by one with AUBREY'S arrival.

A cheerful young boy with a a hear of gold BASIL always puts his friend's needs before himself and has an avid green thumb, (having made his own special homemade fertilizer for his plants) His shy nature makes him reluctant to engage in intense situations and leans towards peaceful resolutions.

BASIL initially lacks combat SKILLS but develops them over time as a sort of hybrid support for the team, he synergies with OMORI

HERO

HERO is the mirror counterpart to Hero, his last memory of HEADPSACE was that of a long fall into an endless abyss, a fate he was certain was sealed until he landed in the middle of a active grocery store and causing a commotion. HERO was brought to the store manager who made him work until he could pay off what he had broken. His work ethic raising workplace morale and improving business immensely. The work life seemed like it would be his place in this new world...until his brother KEL came looking for him.

HERO remains as the peacemaker and eldest of the group besides MARI, diffusing arguments between KEL and AUBREY and acting as the voice of reason-a task much more difficult it is now that there are two KELS to manage- HERO often has a hard time putting himself before others and is vulnerable to his good-hearted nature being taken advantage of. His crippling arachnophobia seems to have gotten worse upon discovering how many species of arachnids exist in the real world.

HERO is the support of the team, His main SKILLS focus around healing and possesses the most DEFENSE.

MASTER SKILL; DEALBREAKER; HERO dons a business tie and channels his inner capitalist to turn into BOSSMAN HERO, BOSSMAN HERO offers three briefcases to choose from which contain random effects, from debuffing the enemies to offering a powerful buff to teammates. Due to BOSSMAN HERO'S unstable nature and delusional Pursuits, this SKILL can only be used once per BATTLE

MARI

The gentle and kind MARI spent her last moments on her picnic huddling her friends from the end of the world. Upon reawakening, she discovered that she one; she was now free to leave the picnic blanket as she pleased and two; she was also dead in this world, a fact that disturbed her deeply. Mari would encounter a pink haired girl praying alone in the church.

MARI acts as the kind gentle and fun loving sister to all her friend's. She takes advantage of her newfound freedom to try many new things all over town and likes to goof around at any opportunity, MARI, was made to be the perfect sister in every way in HEADSPACE, but in the real world she is more or less normal and prone to mistakes and easily wanders off to do her own thing.

MARI discovered that she gained a slew of brand new SKILLS, each being named after keys on a piano like G-SHARP or D-FLAT. Her She is however uncomfortable with these combat abilities.

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Warm With Love (Ice x OC)

Can I make a request for Ice from WSS? Where Velma likes him and makes her think that he cheats and she tries to leave but then he catches her at the train station and stops her from leaving? Thanks and happy new year!!

(I looked up Ice’s real name and it’s Diesel Smith. Not to be confused with the other Jet named Diesel!)

Whoever says snow is a nightmare doesn’t know what they’re missing. Yes the wind is so cold my face hurts, yes my feet are ice cold numb. But it’s all worth it to see the bugs die. And along with the bugs my emotions feel just as lifeless. It’s amazing how a single moment can change someone. Sometimes it’s a fight, sometimes it’s an injury. For me it was a kiss.

I love Diesel Smith. A love skin-deep that I’d never betray. Apparently he had other ideas. 

The annual Snow Ball is supposed to be a magical event, one filled with fancy dresses and fun dancing. I wore a pretty dress, I danced along with Maria and Diana. I was so happy. Then I saw Ice, Diesel Smith, dressed handsomely in a nice suit. I was so looking forward to dancing with him. Next thing I know I turn around to find him locking lips with Velma Anderson.

That was two days ago. Two days for my heart to wither and die. My parents agreed that a fresh environment would do me some good so they arranged for me to visit my grandparents in Maine. Now that I’m at the station, still numb from the blizzard outside, all my feelings start tumbling through. How have I become this? Was I too stupid to trust him? Will I be able to handle homesickness-?

“Elaine!”

And now I’m even hearing Ice’s voice in my head.

“Elaine! Wait up!”

Scratch that. He’s running up from behind. Wait- what?

I turn around and see Ice racing towards me. Just keep going! It’s not worth it. I’m almost to the ticket counter-

Suddenly I feel someone grab my hand. He’s got real guts for showing his face!

Ice pants to catch his breath. “You never answered my calls. I went to your house and your folks said you was leaving.”

I yank my hand away and avoid his gaze. “Why would I answer your calls, Diesel? After the stunt you pulled it’s pretty obvious that I don’t want to hold onto what will make me sad. I’ve become the juiciest gossip, the laughing stock of all the goils at school, all because I wasn’t good enough for you.” I give one final nod to clarify my decision. “Goodbye, Ice.”

He keeps staggering after me as I walk down the hall. It’s after the holidays so there’s not much traffic. Maybe I can get a seat to myself-

“But- But honey I luv you!”

God, why do you have to make this so hard?

I take a deep breath and stop to grab the side counter to steady myself, still avoiding his gaze. “I thought you did too. Then I saw you there with Velma.” Fighting my nerves, I look up slowly. “I’ll miss you, Ice, but I will not be part of something like this. I will not be the other woman.”

Before I burst into tears I sprint onto the train just as the doors close. After quickly finding my seat I hear the train begin to start. I suppose now I should start looking for a temporary job once I get to Maine-

Tap tap!

A loud noise jerks my head up to see the maniac himself clinging outside my window.

“Please, Elaine? Just let me explain. Open the window!”

Now I really am crying. Hot tears stream down my cheeks and remind me of how much I’ve been holding back. I don’t know why I’m listening to him but sure enough I unlock the window to allow the Jet inside. The frigid air outside sends a chill down my spine and almost freezes my tears. Ice tumbles into my lap and I feel he’s just as cold.

“Just let go, Diesel!” I shove him off.

He’s quick to stand up and kneels in front of me. “Do you remember when we met?”

When we…? What’s he playing at?

“I’ll always remember. It was January, on your birthday. You were helping your dad with my car in his shop, and it was so cold the oil froze. Your dad said to keep working. I gave you my gloves, your hands were so cold…”

Ice sees I’ve started to calm down (even though I’m still mad) and he cautiously reaches his hands out to grab mine.

“Yours are cold.”

I bite my lip to keep a sob down. “Cold numbs pain. But I don’t think this pain will go away.”

“You’re right.” Ice’s simple words clench my heart even more. “It won’t until I prove it to you.”

I slowly lift my head to look at him through watery eyes. “Prove what?”

Ice is closer now. His eyes aren’t the same. Not so cold or fearless when he’s with the Jets. Instead they’re… afraid. Soft and timid, as if he’s afraid he’ll never be happy again.

“Prove that I love you. Velma kissed me. I never said yes. She just- just sprang it on me. But I understand why you don’t believe me.” Now he’s starting to tear up too. “You deserve the world and more, honey. I’m jealous of the guy who’s gonna steal your heart wherever you end up. But if he’ll make you happy, then I’ll be happy.”

Oh God… He does luv me. It was all Velma, not him! Relief and joy rush through my veins, rekindling the spark for Ice I thought I’d lost. There’s no way I could trade this for any other man.

“Then you’re jealous of him,” I point to his reflection in the window.

Ice looks back and forth between me and the window with a stunned expression. “I don’t get it. All I see is me.”

“Exactly.” His eyes widen as I press a soft kiss to his cheek. “I want you in my life, Diesel Smith.”

“Oh my God thank you!” Ice falls into my lap and pulls me in for a hug to kiss the top of my head. “I promise you will never be the other woman, you’ll be my only woman. And I’m your man, sweetheart. It’s you and me against the world.”

“Won’t the Jets miss you?”

Ice shakes his head and lays it on my lap. “I quit. Told Riff I’m giving up the Jets to start a clean life.”

My jaw drops. “But I thought-!”

Ice presses a finger to my mouth. “The Jets aren’t gonna miss me, Elaine. Yeah I’ll admit I’m sad to leave but I’d hate it even more if you’re not with me.” He snuggles closer. “Could ya wake me up when we get to- wherever it is you’re going?”

I laugh and stroke his soft hair. “Sure thing, Diesel.”

We both settle down in the seat in a comfortable silence and as Ice falls asleep I watch the billowing snow through the frosted window. The weather can dish up the coldest winter but I don’t care. Ice keeps me warmer than the sun.

[linh-cindy]

May I Have This Dance?

When Cinder accidentally messes up her dance with Kai at the 130th Peace Ball, the first ball Kai and Cinder have attended as a married couple, she fears that the people of the Commonwealth would never accept her after the "stunt" she pulled...

. . .

As Thorne would've said, she'd "Cinder'ed" it up.

Casting her gaze upward to the sky, Cinder sighed as she counted the stars in the night sky.

Kicking her heels off, letting them tumble across the grass of New Beijing Palace's garden, Cinder shut her eyes and gave up counting.

A headache throbbed against her temples again.

Curse her two left feet for letting her mess up.

Her retina display repeated the moment in her little head-portscreen.

Her left foot slipping beneath her, Kai's shocked expression, his arms sweeping her up, inches above the floor.

"Stop," Cinder hissed to herself as her retina display showed her the moment where she bolted out of the ballroom. "Stop!"

"Cinder?"

Cinder recognized that voice. That beautiful, gorgeous voice.

She ignored it, burying her face in the crook of her elbow.

The rustle of the grass beside her and the warmth of an arm around her neck signaled her that he was here.

Kai.

"Kai, what are you doing here?" Cinder said. "Isn't your priority is to be in the ballroom, chatting with the guests?"

"The only priority I have right now is you," said Kai in her ear.

"Don't do that to yourself."

Kai gave a little snort. Cinder's heart thumped. "You know, sometimes your sarcasm hurts."

Cinder said nothing.

Kai sighed and scooted closer to her. He gently patted her arm, making her raise her head.

"Cinder, it's okay," said Kai quietly.

"No it's not." Cinder tugged at her hair, releasing it from its bun. "After that little stunt I pulled, everyone's going to think I'm a disgrace and I'm not fit for a queen."

"They'll understand, Cinder." Kai slowly turned her face toward his. "It's normal. You weren't raised by royalty like how your mother expected. You're just adjusting."

A ghost of a smile flitted across his lips.

"You're right," admitted Cinder. "I'm just adjusting."

"I thought it was my fault you slipped," whispered Kai.

"What?"

"Because you've spent 5 years as a mechanic and 8 years in a suspended animation tank, I knew you wouldn't be quite comfortable with this. Yet I married you anyway. I'm sorry." Kai looked away.

"Are you crazy?" said Cinder. "Marrying you was the best thing that happened to me. I would never regret that."

Kai smiled, taking Cinder's hand in his.

They stood up, both shining brightly in the moonlight.

Kai pressed his lips to Cinder's metal knuckle. "May I have this dance, My Empress?"

Cinder kissed him softly, then pressed her forehead against his. "Yes, you may."

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Alister interested in a servant working st the phantomhive mansion and won't relent.

he's so annoying lol but we love him XD

Oh, the man is a fucking pest to begin with. As if there was any doubt. He visits Ciel’s estate for the most asinine of reasons so that he has an excuse to see (Name), and he’s an absolute hindrance to them and the other servants doing their jobs. He is constantly in the way as he tries to get their attention or give them gifts. It would be a miracle if the entire household isn’t well and sick of him within a week of his attempts at courting this poor worker.

Speaking of gifts, has (Name) ever seen any more useless, strange, ostentatious things in their whole life than the presents he gives them? Some of them might be romantic and beautiful, but they’re all either over-the-top or aren’t things that this servant would have any use for. A new gown or suit? They obviously don’t attend balls unless they’re working, so they have no event to wear it to. Is he going to invite a lowly servant to a ball just so they can model it for him? (Wait, no, don’t give him ideas.) A ‘promise’ ring that’s ornate enough to have multiple inlaid stones? Well, although it’s very pretty, it catches on fabric or other things while they’re using their hands to go about their duties, so it interferes with their work. Even if he thought about what kind of stones or colors they’d like, did he think about the practical part of it? Of course not. They end up with a drawer full of gifts, or gifts shoved under their bed, because he’s given them so much junk they can’t use.

He just wants them to give him a chance! For whatever unfathomable reason, it doesn’t register to him that he’s making a nuisance of himself and that (Name) might prefer to be left alone. It doesn’t hit him that they might be worried his incessant pursuit of them will be annoying to their master and lead to Ciel dismissing them from service. Regardless of how realistic that fear is, (Ciel’s staff turnover is laughably low), they’re still anxious about it. They try very hard to ignore Aleister’s advances, hoping that will dissuade him from continuing to pop into the estate uninvited.

Finally, he sort of corners them during one of Ciel’s parties. There they are, working away, and then… there he is, sweeping them off their feet, onto the dance floor. He comes over with the excuse of getting a glass of champagne or wine or whatever from the tray they’re carrying. Before they know it, he’s somehow managed to grab the tray, set it down somewhere, and capture them in a dance. Imagine a finely dressed noble waltzing among the rest of high society, with his partner being a servant who’s dressed like a servant and who clearly wasn’t expecting to be spun around tonight. It’s almost funny, how much of a shit he doesn’t give about what’s going on around them or who’s saying what about them behind their backs. All he cares about is that he has a romantic moment with them, at long last.

Well, they can’t very well just ignore him anymore after that little stunt. So the next time he shows up at the manor, their master has graciously allowed them to handle it; if they want him to throw The Right Honourable Viscount Druitt out on his arse and forbid him from entering the property again (or at least try to), he’ll order Sebastian to do so happily. But if they want to speak to the bastard, that’s at their discretion. They practically greet him at the door, pulling him into some reasonably isolated enclave to have a discussion. “Alright, Lord Chamber. You have my attention.” “Do I, now? That’s all I’ve been after.” “… Yes, well. Now that you have my attention, if you’re going to do anything with it, get it over with so I may return to my duties in peace.”

This is, of course, followed by Aleister seizing the opportunity the only way he can think to do so ― by taking them in his arms and giving them a passionate kiss. He has to take the opportunity whilst he has it, doesn’t he? With any luck, the sudden push will make him charming instead of irritating, and… hopefully (Name) will want to see him again. Maybe he’ll learn how to behave himself better, in time.