#this took me 13 hours and 30 minutes

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[sablecitrus]

Double posting 🕺🕺 Here is an animation I finished up back in March of my oc singing a song that I associate a lot with him. 13-14 fps.

I worked on it on and off for two months but the total tracked time it took for me to make it was 33 hours and 30 minutes according to Procreate.

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26 BIRTHDAY KISSES ★ CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x gf!reader ( she/her )

summary: 26th birthday, 26 pictures of you and Charles kissing. A kiss for each year.

notes: i’m back from my birthday trip!! i wrote this birthday special in like 30 minutes and it’s still charles’ birthday in a couple of places so… i’m not exactly late! enjoy <3

26 KISSES: A GALLERY

By your beautiful girlfriend, in collaboration with a lot of people but mainly Joris and ourselves.

1. DRUNK DANCING: A month after we got together, we were at Arthur’s 18th birthday. We got drunk, singing and dancing to the worst playlist in existence (Lorenzo’s) and, somehow, Arthur got to capture this moment I barely even remember.

Taken by Arthur Leclerc, 2018

2. AUGUST 2019: Summer break, so sweet so loving. You made me promise that if you jumped off first, I would jump too. It took me fifteen minutes to follow after you. Also your kisses were incredibly salty.

Taken by Joris Trouche, 2019

3. THE MONZA INCIDENT: I had red lipstick the night you won in Monza, you told me it looked pretty, I asked you to kiss me, you did. Fast forward 8 minutes it was all smudged over your lips, you were 10 minutes late to the post-race conference, and Sylvia almost banned me that night. (I’m still kind of banned from your driver’s room)

Taken by Charles Leclerc, 2019

4. UNDER THE COVERS: 2020, what a crazy year. This one was taken the day we decided to finish moving in together. You were so excited, wanted everything to be perfect. Today I can say it is.

Taken by Me, 2020

5. WORDS: We were spending Christmas by ourselves, we face-timed our families, had dinner and watched movies. You gifted me three beautiful words I, of course, said back… and we also got a puppy!

Taken by Charles’ phone timer, 2020

6. OCEAN BREZEE: Just a small escapade to take a breath. You were so cuddly that day, Joris was so done with you (he still took the pic though)

Taken by Joris Trouche, 2021

7. CUTE OR HOT: I just wanted a cute morning selfie but, because of you, we ended up in a…promising mood. It was intense that’s all I have to say!

Taken by Me, 2021

8. KISS KISS KISS: 24th birthday, 24 kisses. This kind of became a tradition, let me know if you still want them this year!

Taken by Me, 2021

9. DRUNK AF: How did we got so drunk? Ask Pierre, he was the one hosting. Either way we got another amazing photo of us drunk-kissing!!!

Taken by Pierre Gasly, 2021

10. UNDER THE SEA: I’m just going to say that you and your ‘photo ideas 📸’ folder are attached by the hip. I personally love this one (even if it took half an hour to take)

Taken by Joris Trouche, 2021

11. NEW YORK: Thought you could scape this one? Never! Arthur and I didn’t spend a week listening to your complaining for nothing, babe. You must admit that this kiss was magical, everything was so pretty that day. And then it started snowing!

Taken by Arthur Leclerc, 2021

12. EXPOSED: Remember how our amazing soft launch got ruined by our trip to Ibiza? Well, here it is, the image we couldn’t stop laughing at when it came out, we really thought we were sneaky.

Taken by unknown, 2022

13. HARD LAUNCH: A week later we were kissing on live TV. It’s one of my favorite memories, I couldn’t stop smiling.

Taken by F1 TV, 2022

14. BACK KISSES: Just a picture of the morning after I learned that you can convince anyone, even the CEO of Ferrari, to allow you to leave sponsor events early. I really don’t know if you knew those kisses were there, but I woke up to this, took a picture and then left you with them until we took a shower.

Taken by Me, 2022

15. SPONSORED BY AIRMAX: That time your team forgot to book us a flight and you had to ask Lando to ask Daniel to ask Max if we could go back to Monaco with them. I’ve never seen Max talk so much, Daniel laugh so loud or Lando taking so many pictures. He even asked to take one of us, here it is:

Taken by Lando Norris, 2022

16. SIXTEEN: I bet you thought this one would have something to do with racing. Number 16. Sorry to disappoint but it’s our beautiful puppy…Sixteen! I’m not gonna lie, I still hate you for persuading me into that name. Anyways if you kiss the dog you kiss the mom!!

Taken by Me, 2022

17. 25 KISSES: Again, tell me if you want those 26 kisses this year. Look at us last year!

Taken by Me, 2022

18. NEW YEAR, SAME LOVE: Sometimes the world feels unreal when I’m with you, this was one of those days. I felt in another reality, the world slowed down, it was just you and me. I remember thinking “I fell in love with the right person” and then you kissed me.

Taken by Joris Trouche, 2022

19. BLACK SUIT: Remember when your fans thanked me for your “new” outfits? They repeated it was the girlfriend effect, you couldn’t stop talking about how stylish you are with or without me!

Taken by Me, 2023

20. PHOTOSHOOT: You got Joris to take these shots just because you wanted a new wallpaper. I thought it was silly, until one day all of them were hanging around our home. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Charlie.

Taken by Joris Trouche, 2023

21. FIVE STAR CHEFS: Not much to say, just sorry for being so distracting and thank you for the amazing (stolen from Ferrari) dinner babe!

Taken by Charles’ phone timer, 2023

22. RED LIGHTS: This year’s addition to our drunk-kissing collection. I remember you drowning shots with Carlos and Pierre, asking me to dance with you, absolutely failing at that, and then kissing me. After that there’s blurry ferrari red, giggles and a hot bath.

Taken by Andrea Ferrari, 2023

23. LAZY IN BED: Wonderful lazy days by the ocean, that’s how we spent the summer break. That morning in particular you didn’t want to get up, basically gluing me to bed. We got up at 1pm.

Taken by Me, 2023

24. JUST ONE QUESTION: Can I drive the purosangue now? Please please please

Taken by Me, 2023

20. LOVER: This day I woke up thinking about those dreams we talk about all the time, you even remembered me a couple of them throughout the day. Charlie, I do want to do this for the rest of our lives, never forget it <3

Taken by Arthur Leclerc, 2023

26. TWENTY-SIX: We are just 26 but I hope our story keeps on writing itself. I love you, these have been the happiest 6 years of my life. Happy birthday bébé ❤️

Taken by Joris Trouche, 2023

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persistent perstering- c.leclerc

Day 13 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist

summary: Ferrari drivers are persistent. You’re not looking for love. Too bad he is. 

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You liked your job. Ferrari was a good place to work. You’d befriended many of your colleagues, you enjoyed the travel, and though your work was challenging, you felt good. You were the assistant strategist who, granted, usually had better strategies than your boss, but you bite your tongue to keep his massive ego alive. If you could slap him in his dumb fucking face, you would. You liked being in the garage, well, you would if it weren’t for one thing. 

Charles LeClerc. 

Ferrari’s number one, Prince of Monaco, il Predestinato, King of Monza, the Ferrari driver. 

He was a pain in the ass. He followed you around like a love-sick puppy, he hung on every word you said, laughed too hard at all your jokes, talked too much, and he wasn’t exactly your type. 

Well, no one at that moment was. You’d imposed an iron-clad dating ban on yourself when your last relationship ended badly. You weren’t interested in the Monaco dating scene, and even if you were, you wouldn’t start up again with Charles LeClerc. 

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“Morning!” You called out to Carlos. The humid air made every piece of clothing you owned too warm, so you were in a vintage Ferrari cropped-tank. You loved your team, even before working there. Behind Carlos, was Charles, not that you knew that. Carlos smiled, coming over to you. 

“How are you doing?” He asked with a smile. 

“Fucking hot,” you chuckled. He nodded. “It's mad weather.”

“I know what you mean,” he nodded. “Charles’ here could barely stand getting out of bed.”

Charles stepped out from behind him with a bright smile. You smiled back politely, and somehow didn’t notice the way his jaw dropped when he saw you. 

“Ready for tonight?” you asked them both. 

“Ready,” Carlos nodded. “And hoping that you’re doing my strategy.” 

You chuckled and followed him into the paddock, Charles tagging behind you both. “Sadly no, but I will be on stand-by for drinks afterwards, first round on me if things go wrong?”

“First round on me if things go right,” Carlos nodded. 

“Well, good luck today,” you smiled. “Can’t wait for the sprint!”

“Thank you,” Carlos smiled and left to go to his side of the garage. 

“Feeling ready for today?” you asked Charles, trying to be polite. 

He nodded. “How bad can it be?”

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Very, very bad. Extremely bad. Awful. 

Sprint went like this; 

Lap 2: Charles Engine failure into the pits for a 20 second stop.

Lap 8: Carlos crashes with Norris 

Lap 16: Charles into the barriers. 

Double DNF with the feature race tomorrow and quali tonight? Yeah, you’d all be getting fined for staying late. 

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You sat at your desk, looking over the strategy for tomorrow, disheartened at your prospects. Quali had ended 2 hours ago and Charles and Carlos were starting at the bottom of the grid, and it was your job to get them back up into at least the top 10, if not the top 5. Finally, the ball was in your hands in terms of strategy and no matter what, they were going to listen to your calls. The team had all left 30 minutes ago, the cars were fixed with no upgrades and some understeer, but they were drivable. 

“Heading home soon?” Charles’ voice rang out through the empty garage. 

“Nope,” you sighed.

“You’ll work yourself to death,” he sighed. “What are you looking at?”

“Strategy is in my hands tomorrow,” you blurted out. “And I’m fucking freaking out,” You let out a sad chuckle as you felt all of the pressure on your shoulders get heavier and heavier. “I don’t know what to do now. Austin is always a fucking ordeal, and with teh Sprint and you tow trashing the cars we’re so fucked, and they’re finally giving me the chance I’ve been asking for and if I fuck it up they’ll never promote me, even though they know it’s less than ideal circumstances.” 

You took a deep breath as your eyes watered. He placed a hand on your shoulder. “It’s alright,” he whispered. “You can cry.”

You groaned, covering your face. “I don’t want to cry.”

He chuckled softly. “I think you might need to.”

You shook your head, taking deep breaths and wiping your eyes. “No, I-I’m alright.” 

Your breathing quickened. Your heart raced. Your mind clouded. Your ears rang. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

This couldn’t be happening, not in front of your colleague, not in your workplace not-

And then his lips were on yours? His hands in your hair as you sat there stoic and frozen with anxiety, he fucking kissed you. 

WHAT A CUNT. 

You hastily pushed him off and gathered your things, hoping he would just leave you alone. He rushed out apology after apology until you finally turned to him and screamed. “Leave me the fuck alone Charles! Not everyone is in love with you, alright? I’m Carlos’ friend, not yours! I tolerate you, because I fucking have to, because it’s my job, and because I’m a fucking professional! If you cannot extend those same respectful luxuries, don’t come near me Charles. Just leave me alone!” 

He stood there, shocked, as you stormed off to your hotel room. 

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You walked into the paddock the next morning with your head held high and a plan for the strategy. You knew what you were doing, and the only time you’d have to see Charles today would be on your screen in a car driving more than 300 kilometres an hour. Perfect.

When you got to your desk, there was a small note on it with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. 

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Dear Y/n,

I am so sorry about my behaviour last night, it was unacceptable. I panicked and I wasn’t sure what to do, but I know now that was not the way to go about it. I am so incredibly sorry, and I promise to leave you be from now on.  Sorry again, Charles. 

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A part of you felt bad, another didn’t. I mean, working with F1 drivers, you were used to tall egos on shorter men, with very little to back them up other than their money. You were sick of it, and to be honest, Charles just got the brunt of your anger because he was close to you, and he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

And I mean, it was a pretty good kiss. But no, he’s a dickhead, right? 

You huffed at your own stupidity. No way you were letting a man get you this confused about what you wanted. You didn’t want…? You wanted…? Fuck, what did you want?

“Hi,” Charles’ sheepish voice came from beside you. You whipped your head around to meet his eyes. “I just wanted to apologise in person as well. I am truly very sorry about last night, I put my own feelings above yours and took advantage, and I am deeply ashamed. I promise-”

And then your lips were on his?

How the tables turn.

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𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕣

Top!Sub!Male Character x Bot!Dom!MR.

Warning > Smut. Unprotected. Some Form Of Breaking And Entering..?. Teasing. Nicknames (Honeybear..)

M/N hadn't meant to wander into someone's house. It was dark when he returned from work and he'd realised he'd forgotten his keys. The quickest route back to the gas station was through the forest..but now he was kinda lost..

Turns out, the forest was much harder to navigate at night, hence he wondered around for a good 30 minutes before his eyes landed on a building. He'd knocked on the door, once gently, then twice a little more harshly but getting no response. When he knocked again, he nearly jumped out of wits to discover it opened.

He'd entered cautiously, his phone's flashlight being the only source of light in the room.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He'd called out, his voice weary. "Shit..I swear if some bitch jumps out to murder me.."

His head whipped at every creak of the floorboards and he attempted to calm his tense body. The house was surprisingly organised, he paused when his stomach growled. He let out an unamused sigh, seems that 13 hour shift was taking a toll on him..

He glanced at a conveniently placed bowl of cold porridge on the dining table. Well the owner of this house wasn't home..but at the same time, what if the owner of this house knew he would come here and poisoned the porridge?

He chuckled. No that would be ridiculous..

He walked towards the bowl, picking it up. A little bit wouldn't hurt.

But what if it did hurt..? Some poisons are very painful.

He shook his head. He should stop overthinking. But..It was better not to risk it.

He sighed as he ignored his grumbling stomach, walking to sit on the chair near a fireplace. It was better to wait it out in the house till morning. If the owner came home he would just explain his situation.

He jumped when he heard the front door open, footsteps entering the room as he carefully turned his head to look at who it was.

"Mr Tragen?!?" He exclaimed in pure surprise as a rather bulky man with tanned skin took off a trenchcoat and hooked it, looking at the smaller male with a bewildered look.

"M/N? What are you doing here?" The bear-like man asked with a raised eyebrow, walking over to the other.

..

"So you're telling me, you forgot your keys after your shift and went back to get it, but somehow got lost in the forest you've lived by since you were a kid?" Mr Tragen, or rather Felix as he prefers, asked in pure wonder at the smaller's sense of direction.

M/N winced at the truth and how dumb it made him sound, nodding dejectedly.

"Well you can stay here if you wish, you can find your way back in sunlight right?" Felix, bless, being the angel he was smiled at him brightly.

'100/10. Green flag. Thank you Felix. I don't deserve you.'

M/N practically bathed in the offer and the other's angelic smile though his face kept a rather stoic reaction "Thank you Mr Tra-l mean Felix. Love you.

Though M/N's voice was airy and careless his words did in fact hold a deeper meaning. He had in fact fallen in love with his fellow co-worker the moment he lay eyes on him, though truly he was far too scared if rejection to admit it.

Felix simply smiled in response, stretching his arms as he looked at the other.

"You can take a shower if you like, I'll try to find my old mattress in the attic for you to sleep on. Oh, and you can borrow my clothes," The larger male smiled with a hum, and M/N smiled in response.

"Man thanks. Your the best." M/N grinned happily, patting Felix's back in a friendly manner. "Uh..where's the bathroom?"

Felix pointed at a door near the kitchen area with a very clear label that said bathroom in cutesy letters and M/N face palmed at himself for being stupid again, giving another thanks and rushing off.

Felix watched the other's small figure before turning away, a bright red blush spreading across his cheeks.

...

M/N marvelled as he felt whatever impurities lingered on him wash away in the bath. Wrapping a towel around his lower half when he was done, stepping out of the bathroom with a relieved sigh.

He looked around surprised to see Felix hidden away behind a wooden pillar.

"Felix?" He called out wih a raised brow. "You okay?"

Felix jumped, his big build tensing as he turned to look at M/N, quickly turning away again frantically, fidgeting with a piece of paper and tucking it away.

M/N raised an eyebrow. Felix was a fellow co- worker but also a good friend. Felix was somebody M/N could vent to when things got messy between him and his step-mother. But even then, in the 6 years he's known him, he'd never seen him like this. It was suspicious..

M/N walked towards him. "What was the paper you were hiding?" He asked his voice laced in curiosity. Felix shook his head but   M/N couldn't help but feel like he needed to know. And that's when he saw it.

A rather large tent formed in the other's pants. M/N smirked as he finally pieced the other's flush face and erratic response together. He slowly walked over to the other

A rather large tent formed in the other's pants. M/N smirked as he finally pieced the other's flush face and erratic response together. He slowly walked closer to the other, gently squeezing the other's crotch

"So you were jerking off..I wonder. Was it to somebody's picture? That's a dirty little thing to do.." M/N whispered softly, causing the other to whimper softly at the other's words.

M/N pulled the picture out of the other's hand, his eyes widening when his own face stared back at him. A small blush reached his ears but a small chuckle left his lips.

"I see. Do I make you like this?" He gave it another squeeze causing the larger male to tense up again. "How sweet.. I suppose I should take responsibility."

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Small groans left the room as e/c eyes stared into honey brown ones. Felix looked away flustered, as the h/c-haired male bobbed his head up and down. He hummed as he watched the other's pleasured expression, licking the rim of the other's cock teasingly the vibrations another shock of waves through the other's body.

He had been teasing the brunnette male for atleast half an hour, using his tongue skillfully yet stopping when he felt the man tense from a release.

He laughed softly, slowly getting of his knees as he pushed the brown-haired male backwards.. Sitting down on the male's lap with a small smirk.

"M/N..." Felix called softly, watching as the other began to prepare himself, reaching out to touch the male.

"Uh-uh." The h/c-haired tutted reprimandingly. "No touching, honeybear."

Felix whimpered at the nickname, his cock twitching at the sight of the other's bare hole, precum practically dribbling down.

M/N carefully aligned himself, carefully settling down, wincing slightly at the stretch, he slowly began to move up and down, his voice quiet careful not to overwhelm Felix's own. Felix, in return, gripped onto the other's waist tightly, tensing everytime the the other's whole tightened around him

Soon enough sounds of squelching filled the entire room, pleasured moans mixed with the sounds of sloppy kissing.

The two going at it like bunnies for atleast an hour, trying different positions, Felix apologising after he'd accidentally came inside with  M/N just chuckling, chasing his own climax as the other thrust inside him, tears rocked his eyes but refused to fall due to his pride.

His hole tightened when he came, causing Felix to let out a groan as he followed after. Hickeys and marks littered the h/c-haired male's body as Felix pulled out, laying next to the other on the barely spacious bed. He brushed M/N's hair behind his ear as he looked at the other's messy form, blushing slightly.

M/N returned his gaze, his legs giving way as he practically melted into the bed. His eyes traced the features of his face as they slowly closed from exhaustion.

Felix carefully got out of bed cleaning the smaller male gently to not awake him, he diligently rid if the cum te stained the male's hole, muh to paranoid after remembering that it could the other's stomach if he left it there. He carefully pulled the bedsheets off and threw them in the basket to wash and carefully covered the older wih a blanket. He grabbed his towel ready to take a shower, pausing to look back at the other.

"I love you." He whispered. He turned away his large hand reaching for the handle. His eyes widening as his ears caught a tiny little reply.

"Love you too.."

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FRANCIS FOREVER| PT.1

ART DONALDSON X READER

SYNOPSIS: In which Evelyn has idolised Art from the moment they first met, from his dirt blonde hair to his devotion to tennis, to the way he looks at her. Until the great tennis player, Tashi Duncans, catches the attention of her best friends, Patrick and Art. And as Tashi integrates into their once trio, she realises that her devotion has slowly turned into infatuation throughout the years.

WARNING: CHALLENGERS SPOILER, mature language, sexual themes, angst, slow burn, series.

Word Count: 3.4k

“Dr.Auclair?” The hostess confirming as she scanned the reservations list before looking up, the woman in front of her gave a nod.

She gave a polite smile before leading Evelyn to her seat with a light blush painted on her cheeks, dumbfounded by her looks.

Her heels clicked against the tile floor of the restaurant she had reserved at. Though busy, it felt as though the customers and worker’s eyes were on Evelyn the moment she entered the building.

Tuesdays night lights glimmered in dimly lit restaurant as her waitress led her to her seat with a calming view of the city, thanking her with a soft but genuine smile as she took her seat before looking down on her attire for the evening.

Evelyns day-to-day scrubs were no where to be seen, replaced with a simple but chic outfit that still hugged her body to perfection. And though she looked stunning and composed, her palms were sweaty and she felt like her heart was having palpitations as her pointer finger tapped the wooden table with a certain rhythm.

Anxious wouldn’t begin to describe how nervous she was to talk to the man she still thought about even after a decade of no communication.

STANFORD UNIVERSITY, 13 YEARS AGO.

“But Professor, you were the one who specifically instructed us to quote this extract when we’re faced with this question!” Evelyn spat as her manicured finger pointed to her script on the psychology lecturers desk.

To say that she was furious would be an understatement. For most of Evelyns life, academics had been the primary part of her existence. Never getting anything lower than an A was something she will forever pride herself in.

Until now.

As she faces her psychology professor with her brows furrowed in confusion and jaw clenched. Between the two was her first major psychology test of the semester with a large B written on it.

Professor Lynn slowly shaking his head as he pursed his lips. “There’s nothing I can do for you, Evelyn, the marking system has changed from the past few years,” he stated, as he tried to keep his composure.

Professor Lynn wasn’t unfamiliar of the infamous Evelyn Auclair. Every one of teachers had at least one story to tell about her. Like how she sat by Mrs Jackson table for 4 hours in a silent protest to change the book that they were assigned to read, as she said “This book is too elementary for the amount of money my parents pay for me to be here. Point blank.”

Whether good or bad, you’ve heard of Evelyn Auclair at least once.

Evelyn stays silent for what seems like forever as she tries her best not to curse him out, ‘He’s just trying to do his job, Eve. This isn’t personal and you shouldn’t raise your voice like that. It’s been 30 minutes since class has been over and your next class starts in 15. Come up with a solution quick,’

She thought to herself as she tapped her manicured pointer finger on his desk.

She nods her head slowly as she straightens her back, purposely connecting her eyes with his as she plastered a fake closed mouth smile.

“I'm sorry for lashing out on you like that. It was disrespectful and completely unnecessary, but please take into consideration the hard work i put into learning everything that you’ve taught us in psych and understand my frustration when the first B-” she pauses as she realizes her voice was getting louder.

Taking a deep breath in and releasing the air she continues, “when the first B I have ever gotten is a major exam which counts 45% of this semester mark” she finishes calmly.

They both stay silent for a moment, Professor Lynn trying to maintain the eye contact with Evelyn, to only look away after a moment of Evelyn intimidating eye contact.

With tension so thick you can cut it with a knife, Professor Lynn hesitantly nods his head as he lets out a sigh of exhaustion. “Okay, I'll recheck your paper, when I have the time to do so. How does that sound” he suggested weakly as he was convinced and mostly tired realizing that he had just spent 30 minutes arguing with Evelyn, ‘Who still looks like she can go for another 1 hour or two.’ Professor Lynn thought to himself

She paused for a moment, as she furrowed her brows and bit her bottom lip pretending to be deep in thought, when in actuality she knew this was the best she could get.

Finally, Evelyn nods with a neutral face, “Thank you, sir. I’ll take my leave now, enjoy the rest of your day” she offers him a soft genuine smile which he returns with a tired one.

And as she picks her bag up from the desk. She reaches for her phone in her front pocket, checking the time.

“Shit." she murmured as she practically ran out of class, she had 8 minutes left to reach her next class, which was Chem, on time.

As she sped walked through the practically empty corridors, she grabbed her phone once more to call one of her friends who shares the same classes as her, Amira.

‘Hopefully she can save me a seat in the first rows, I’m not sitting anywhere near the back. All the frat-’ Her thoughts interrupted as she bumped into someone. Almost dropping her phone in the process

“So-”

Ah.

And as she raised her head from her phone to utter out an apology, her brown eyes connected with hooded blue ones for just a moment before they looked away. It felt like, for a moment, everything had slowed down as she surveyed his appearance, taking notice of how he looked. He had almost mouse-like features, his well-kept eyebrows furrowed as he looked ahead jaw clenched. He had to be standing at, what seemed like at least 5'11 as he walked past not once looking back at her.

Finally snapping out her trance, Evelyn quickly realizing that she still hadn’t issued out her apology, "Sorry!", cringing at how loud she had sounded for some boy who didn't seem phased by the fact that she had bumped into him.

She stood there staring at the back of his form as it disappeared, fascinated by his aura, which has never happened. Most of her friends gush over boys, spewing all about how attractive they were just by how they carried themselves. Evelyn never truly understood what her friends meant by this, until now.

Almost as though she set a reminder for herself, her phone blared. Amira, read on the screen with a large print as clicked on the green button to answer.

“where are you? Class is about to start in 4 minutes,” an angry whisper inquired on the other line. Her and Evelyn had a few things in common, being punctual was one of them.

“Uh, yeah. Im almost there. Save me a seat?” she stuttered out as she began her speed walk to her next class.

It had been almost 2 weeks since the bump in with the stranger and Evelyn still thought about him.

And the more she thought about him, the more she seemed to look for him everyday. It also didn’t help that Amira had no idea who she was talking about as she stated, “Please, with the description that you gave me you just described 90% of the white boys in Stanford.”

So for now, Evelyn unconsciously settled on looking at every blonde curly head, her heart stammering hoping to find him only to be met with disappointment each time.

“Eve, you have got to join some sort of sport. You cant be waking up and breathing books every chance you get.” Amira currently tried to reason with her friend, as they sat in the cafeteria.

Evelyn shook her head as she scrunched up her face in confusion, “Why? It’ll just drain me as if Im not a premed student who isn’t already stressed by the shit ton of modules and tests i have this semester. Plus I’m a first year, i need to make this year count.” She stated before taking a bite of her apple.

The brown girl quick to respond, “That’s what Im saying! It’s your first year in college and all you can think about is books? C’mon, if not partying at least have yourself a hobby,” and before Evelyn could respond, Amira quickly shut it down. “And reading old literature doesn’t count as hobby.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she sighed.

“Right. Tell that to the book club which I was the president of in 10th Grade” she defended playfully with a grin.

“Im serious, Eve! I want you to enjoy your years in college.” Amira lectured as she stared at the girl whose only personality were her grades and fighting teachers because of her grades.

Evelyn sighing once more before forcing a small smile on her face, “I’ll look into some sports that don’t include ice, grass, water or having to grind or push up on anybody. How’s that?”

“Sounds like you crossed out 80% of sports by that list alone, but I’ll take what I can get.” Amira pointed out as she smiled at Eve, her eyes widened as she had an idea,

“There’s a match on Wednesday. Mens tennis with Fire and Ice playing, maybe you can accompany me?” suggested Amira with a wide smile.

And to quickly end this tedious topic of sports, Evelyn answered with a nod before changing the subject.

Wednesday had came too quickly for Evelyns liking as Amira dragged her to the tennis courts.

“This is going to be so fun! Aren’t you excited? I’m excited. Your first sports match that you’ve watched in college!” Amira babbled on as she walked past seated people, muttering out ‘excuse me’s’ between every 3rd to 4th word she said before finally sitting down in the 2nd row of bleachers right in the middle, Evelyn following suit.

“Im literally shaking out of excitement.” Evelyn narrated with faux enthusiasm as she lifted her hand towards Amira’s vision making sure her hand stood completely still.

Amira slapped her hand away making Evelyn giggle, rolling her eyes Amira was about to lecture Evelyn before her eyes caught onto the 2 boys on the court. “There they are, Fire and Ice.” Amiras manicured finger pointing to the two on the court.

And as Evelyn turned her head towards the court, her heart dropped as she realised who was on the court. Her stomach twisting as the mystery boy she had been looking for for the past two weeks had finally been found, She didn’t even know how to explain the emotions she felt when she stared at the dirt blonde who seemed to be in his own world as he stretched with his partner.

Her face must’ve given it away as she felt her friend nudge her slightly, “Theyre hot right? The brunette is Patrick Zweig, he doesn’t go to school here but he’s like really talented when it comes to tennis. he actually doesn’t go to school at all right now just doing him, i guess. I’d like to do him too but we can’t always get what we want. Then we have the blonde one,” Amira points towards him, glancing at Evelyn amused by how she seemed so invested in what Amira was saying, she leans towards Evelyn, “he’s Art Donaldson, he studies here at Stanford and is a year above us. Not sure in what he studies though, he’s got talent but not as comparable to Patricks. I feel like, and this is just my opinion, Art doesn’t really think that much of tennis as much as Patrick does. And-oh the match is starting.” Amira quick to shut her mouth as she watched the double match begin.

And as Patrick hit the first serve, Evelyn fell in love. Watching as the ball went back and forth between the two pairs, her lingering on Patrick and Art each time that hit the ball back. With each grunt and whimper that came with each stroke, the determination to win as both team’s faces are scrunched up with concentration. Evelyn cant help but lean forward as the direction of her head travelled with the ball.

And as this game played in front of her she couldn’t help but feel at peace though her palms sweated for the so called, “Fire and Ice” duo to win.

This was one of the reasons why she hated sports, it was simply unpredictable. It could reward you or leave you high or dry if it truly wanted to. Sports needed a certain type of trust from the viewers to the players, creating this bond that resembled a relationship between the viewer and the supporting team. And this match made her realise how right she was, but how oh so wrong she was to believe it was a bad to feel this way.

Her heart stammers as they were on the last set, the whole court quietly watching. And as Art served the last winning hit, Evelyn could help but stand up. “Let’s Go!” She screamed, her always composed self nowhere to be found, as some of the crowd also stood clapping.

And as she clapped she could’ve sworn she made eye contact with Art from across the court but that thought was interrupted as she felt Amira stand next pushing her playfully, “I’ve never seen you jump and scream like that before. Not even when you got first place in the Science Olympiad, looks like we’ve found your sport.” Amira teased with a grin. Evelyn smiling back at Amira as she felt light from the win of the game.

“We’ve definitely found my sport.”

Tennis was a shit sport.

Well thats what Evelyn thought everytime she couldn’t hit an ace or tripped on herself chasing the ball when she’d play with Amira. She hated not understanding something at the first try, so you can imagine her disdain when her first try turns into 4th, 4th turns into 10th and she still stumbling and missing the ball. Though she studied every video on the internet with famous tennis players and listened to each video on tennis terms for the past week, it felt like she knew nothing when she reached the court. But one thing that’ll forever remain true about Evelyn Auclair’s character was that she was no quitter.

She proved this point,as she walked inside the indoor tennis court with long strides in her tank top and tennis shorts reading the text from Amira stating that she’ll be running late. ‘When has she ever been on time?’ Evelyn questioned walking to their usual court, about to place her bag on one of the benches between the courts. And as she lifted up her head from her phone her movement came to a halt as she made eye contact with the match in front of her.

Art.

Her eyes landing on the dirt-blonde, her stomach immediately erupting with butterflies as she watched the match between him and Patrick. Though she had expected to see them here practicing sooner or later, she still felt shocked to see them. She stood in the middle of the courts bag still attached to her back completely forgetting about it, just observing the game in front of her.

Today’s practice courts were coincidentally empty , only housing the three and nobody else. So the only sounds heard where the two boys’ grunts and the ‘thwack!’ of the ball as it makes contact with the rackets.

And as the ball was passed between the two white boys, she noticed how precise Patricks serves were compared to Arts. Delivering accurate hits each time that had no clear formula to study but was simply driven by the determination to win at all cost necessary. She had also realized that she had walked in on their last set as Patrick delivered a perfect backhand that Art missed, crowning Patrick as the winner of the match.

Though Patrick won, Evelyn couldn’t help that her eyes were glued on Art after the game. How out of breathe he seemed to be and though he lost he still playfully smirked at Patrick as he walked towards him, his sweat glistening on his skin in the brightly lit court,his tongue darting to moisture his lips.

His eyes focused on Patrick who greeted him with a sly smile as he pulled Arts arm towards him, creating little distance between themselves, wiping Arts face as he began saying something that Evelyn couldn’t quite catch before lightly tapping Arts face. As he took a few slow steps backwards creating distance between themselves grinning ear to ear before turning completely around walking off the court and seemingly towards Evelyn direction.

Evelyns hands sweaty as she watches Art following behind Patrick rolling his eyes, saying something she still couldn’t decipher with a smug grin. Walking closer, Evelyn realising that they were literally walking directly towards her. She looked around for Amira as she was still nowhere to be found, only making eye contact with the bags that were placed messily on a bench near her.

Oh

She stood right next to their bags so obviously they’d be heading in her direction. She internally rolled her eyes as she thought of how delusional she was for almost thinking that they were coming to her. Evelyn stood and watched them walk past her to their bags paying her no mind as they continued to chat amongst themselves.

“Cmon Art, that backhand serve was cinematic, admit it!” boasted Patrick as he shoved his items into his bag, Art doing the same with a ghost smile while listen to the brunette ramble on about their match.

And as Art picked up his bag, he locked eyes with Evelyn, maintaining eye contact for a moment before politely smiles at her.

And even though it was just a smile that had no real intentions behind it, at that moment Evelyn experienced feelings she felt the first time she had watched them play. The indescribable emotions she felt that day came rushing back.

Evelyn smiles back almost immediately, her dimple making an appearance, clutching the strap of her bag.

“You were amazing,” she blurts out catching the attention of both boys, she internally cringes at how direct and poorly she worded that,straightening her back as she corrects herself. “in the game that you just played obviously. And last week’s double match. You both were.” She states darting her eyes to Patrick for just a moment before her eyes went back to Art as she couldn’t seem to keep them from the dirt blonde.

Smiling softly Art utters out a thank you about to say something else interrupted by Patrick wrapping his arm around Arts shoulder with a cocked head and toothy grin.

“You’re too kind. i actually thought this game was horrible. In particular, this asshole was half assing it the whole game” Art just rolls his eyes, shoving him off him. Patrick paying him no mind as he placed his hand on his chest with the same grin,“Im Patrick.” introducing himself even though he knew that she was aware of who they were by the glint in her eyes. “And this is Art.” he stated, pointing to his best friend.

“I saw you last week at our game. You were the one who screamed ‘Lets Go!’ right?” Patrick questioned as he stared with amusement at Evelyn, who nodded with an embarrassed smile on her face. “Never heard anyone shout like that at any of our games.” Patrick stated,smiling he continues, “I didn’t catch your name by the way.”

And with a small smile and a heated face, she softly introduced herself,

“Evelyn.”

CURRENTLY,

“Evelyn?”

Evelyns head slowly lifted up to the source of her name, to be met with the same hooded blue eyes she fell in loved with.

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[lianaloverr]

4 𝙋𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧

Sam Goldbach x fem!reader

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Summary: You've had a crush on Sam for 8 years, after another failed attempt to confess your feelings, you came up with a solution..

Warning: none

Word count: 1.2k

Hiiiiii!!!! It's been so long omgggggg, I hope y'all like this! This story was based of one of my favorite songs!

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“”I’m sending him a 4 page letter, and I enclosed it with a kiss.”

“Yo, turn my music up?”

.

That's what I told my bestfriend Missy. “Alright.” she responded. “Hey, have you talked to Sam?” she added. “No? Why?” I ask kind of worried. All she did was smirk at me, I rolled my eyes. She loved to tease me about my crush. I’ve had a crush on Sam for 8 years, we’ve been friends for 13 years. When we were younger, we were inseparable. I never wanted to accept my feelings for him, but all the times I looked at him with pure love, and the amount of times I would get jealous at him introducing his new girlfriend’s. I just had to admit it eventually. But I never dared uddered a word about it to anyone, only my close friends. But somehow, some people caught on, but Sam was still oblivious.

I was scared honestly. Mama always told me to be careful who I love. And daddy always told me make sure he’s right. I took that to heart. But It felt different with him. Something I never felt before.

“You should text him.” Missy says, snapping me out my thoughts. “Yeah, yeah. Can you turn it up a little bit more?” I ask, “Text. Him. First.” damn, she's serious. “Okay, mom geez.”

Sammy 🩵

Me: hi sammyyyyyy

Sammy 🩵: hi bubba, is something wrong?

Me: no, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight? Yk, play some games, watch some movies, its whatever you want to do:)

Sammy 🩵: now bubba, when would i say no? Ill be there at 9

Me: okay sam, love youuu

Sammy🩵: love u too bubba

End of conversation

“Okay, I texted him. You happy?” I say snarky. “Yes, indeed.” She says standing up to hug me. “You know you have to tell him sooner or later right?” Jesus.. “Dude, we’ve already had this conversation. It's not the right time!” I slightly raised my voice out of irritation. “Okay babe;” she laughed. “There’s no need to be angry.” she said. “Yeah, yeah.. I’m sorry, I’m just stressed. You're right.” I replied. “Yes.. I know, I’m always right. But if you don't tell him, I will.” She concluded. I chuckled dryly. “Okay.”

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Me and Missy hung out for a couple of hours until Sam texted me telling me he was on his way. Seeing that I looked at the time and realized it was 8:30. “Oh crap. I gotta go.” I tell Missy, giving her a quick hug and rushing out her apartment door. “Okay, bye babe! Good luck!” is what I heard from the distance.

On my way back to my house, I get a phone call from Kat.

You: regular

Kat: bold

Heyy kitty kat!

Hii y/n/n! Whatcha doing??

Oh i'm heading back to my apartment, I got plans with Sam.

Y/n are you serious??

I know Kat.

Your playing yourself for him, everyone says he doesn't even notice you

Please Kat, let me have this. You don’t know him like I do.

Okay, whenever he doesn't show up I'll always be here.

Gee, thanks. Anyways I gotta go, I’m back home. Bye kitty kat!!

Byeeee!!

End call

I sigh and walk up to my house, excited to see that beautiful face again. About 5 minutes later I hear a knock on my door. Yayyy! I opened the door to be a little disappointed to see a pizza delivery man. (u thought that was Sam didn’t you?) “Hello, 3 pizzas for Sam?” He says. “Yes sir. Thank you!” I say as he handed me the pizzas. After I put the food down on the kitchen counter and look at my phone. That's when I saw a missed text from Sam saying he ordered pizzas. An audible “no duh” came out from my mouth. I text back with a “Got them!”

About 10 minutes later I hear a knock on my door. It was the one and only Sam. “Sammyyyyy!!” I yell jumping on him for a hug. “Hi y/n/n.” He replies, snuggling into my neck. “You surely took your time.” I whisper into his ear. “Oh I'm sorry, traffic.” He says. We stayed like that for about 10 seconds. “Maybe you should come inside hun.” you say, pulling away. You hear an audible groan come from his mouth, but he complied none of the less.

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Sam ended up staying there for 5 hours and it was really fun. Y'all did a lot of stuff, and occasionally flirted. You thought it was really weird because Sam never showed signs of liking you. But at the same time he could be joking. I just overthink too much. On the way out the door, I couldn't help but wonder if I actually had a chance.

“Thanks for inviting me over Y/n, I had a lot of fun.” Sam says. “Of course! You're welcome anytime.” I replied. After that, we just stared at eachother. Wow, this is weird. It was like he was waiting for something, I just gave him a confused look. He just sighed and said, “Anyways, bye.” and rushed out the door. That was even weirder but it is what it is. Since it was 2:30, I decided to take a quick shower and head to bed.

The next day

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It was currently 3:30 in the afternoon and I was up thinking all night. I don’t know why but when I tried to go to sleep, I couldn’t. But luckily, I know what to do with Sam now. I called Missy to tell her.

You: Regular

Missy: Italic

Hello?

Hii bestie!

Hiii babe, how was last night?

It was amazing! We played games, watched movies..

Did you tell him?

No but that’s what I was calling to tell you. I know what to do now about it.

Oh my god! Finally!! So what?

I’m sending him a 4 page letter.

… What?

It’s a great way to express my feelings without embarrassing myself in person.

That is… genius! How come you didn’t think of that earlier??

Honestly I don’t know! It just came to my mind after he left last night.

Yess! I'm gonna leave you to it, get it done and there as fast as you can!

Okay, bye.

End of call

I ended up sitting there and writing that letter for 1 hour. It was really a 4 page letter expressing all my feelings to him. The way he makes me feel. The way I felt this way for 8 years. The way he keeps me safe. How I hope when I get the courage to come to him, to promise not to diss me. I told that I was too shy so I decided to write instead of saying it in person. After all that, I contemplated putting my name on it, but eventually decided against it. I put it in the envelope and enclosed it with a kiss.

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I sat there for about 15 minutes arguing back and forth with myself about sending it but I knew I had to, I couldn’t hide any longer. I walked out to the drop off box and left it in there. I walked back home with a scared but excited look on my face, in hopes…

˜”*°•.˜”*°•He would get it on time•°*”˜.•°*”˜

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I hoped y’all liked it. I’ve missed you guys so muchhh.

[thalialunacy]

[for @calaisreno's May prompt challenge, which is thusfar h*ckin fun]

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Where are you? John texts, paused in the main doorway of the-- empty-- flat.

He's not worried… yet. Sherlock is a cock, yes, but he's been good with Rosie, really good. Surprisingly good. So good John's stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop. Mostly.

Hi John, this is Molly on Sherlock's phone

'Oh, fantastic,' John mutters as he hangs up his coat.

Who's injured? he shoots back as soon as his fingers allow.

Or, oh God--

Don't tell me he's in jail.

He's not in jail.

Somehow, this is not reassuring. He dispenses with clumsy fingers and hits the Call button instead.

The sounds of A & E snap into his ear and he stills. Then he reaches right back out for his coat. 'Where?'

Molly hesitates. 'I don't think-- I mean, it's all right, I'll have them home in a jiff. It's just a small fracture--'

'Molly,' he grinds out, pounding down the stairs. 'She's my daughter, tell me where she is.'

'Oh!' she says quickly. 'No, Rosie's fine! Completely fine! He'd never let anything-- John, don't be silly-- He'd rather break his own wrist than--' She falters. 'Well. I should probably let him tell you himself, but Rosie is fine. Sherlock is fine, in fact, or very nearly. They were just having a bit of fun.'

John suddenly looks around where he's landed, at the bottom of the stairs with one hand on the front door. There is a suspicious lack of hallway furniture-- Mrs Hudson's table and vase are nowhere to be seen, her umbrella stand empty and shoved back by the door to 221C-- and there is the strange addition of a very large, slightly rumpled cardboard box.

'What the actual f--'

There's fumbling noises on the other end, then Sherlock's voice, sounding only the slightest bit defensive. 'It only took a few iterations to find that the newest boxes work the best.'

'The newest boxes,' John repeats, knowing he heard what he thinks he just heard but wanting like hell to believe otherwise.

'Worked best, yes, do keep up. It was hardly a rigorous study, circumstances being--'

'Sherlock.' John pinches the bridge of his nose, counting to ten in Very Loud Internal Numbers. 'Please don't tell me you and my very young only child were using cardboard boxes as sledges in order to toboggan down the stairs.' 

'Alright, then, I won't tell y--' 

There's more rustling, and a muffled, 'Oh for goodness' sake, Sherlock.'

'John,' Molly's back with a moment later, using her steeliest voice, which-- to be fair-- has become quite steely in the years he's known her. 'Do not leave Baker Street, please. They'll be home before you know it. And will be needing some food and a nap.'

'Which one?' John says dryly, feeling himself unclench. Rosie is fine. He trusts Molly one hundred percent on this subject. Rosie is fine. 

… he finds he keeps repeating that in his head, though, until he actually hears Sherlock's feet on the stairs an hour later.

He pushes through the kitchen door onto the landing, heedless of the half-cooked supper left behind, and doesn't breathe out until he's met Sherlock halfway up and lifted Rosie into his arms. 'Baby girl,' he mutters into her hair, holding her close. 'Are you alright?'

She wriggles with a grunt, and he reluctantly pulls back so she can answer. 'Daddy!' she starts enthusiastically, then babbles out a stream of words John only partially understands and, to be honest, partially tunes out when he clocks the delicate-looking cast peeking out from under Sherlock's cuffs.

They're stood face to face on the stairs, talkative child between them, and John feels strung up tight, balancing on some sharp edge as he searches Sherlock's expression and works out what has happened.

Sherlock has, once again, saved a Watson.

He'd also been the one to get her into the trouble, and he will get a stern lecture in a minute, but John knows in his bones, finally, that his heart is very much in the right place. And Rosie is in his arms, whole and fine and still chattering at them, her fingers playing with his collar.

'You sodding idiot,' John says finally, voice nearly uncooperative. 'You're lucky it was only a fracture.'

'We only used the bottom few stairs,' Sherlock replies, indignant. 'And I had it under control. I would never--'

Without thought, John kisses him, right on his slackened mouth. He's somehow unsurprised by how natural it feels. 'I know, I know. Trust me. You're still an idiot.'

'John?' Sherlock asks tightly, though he hasn't moved away.

'Just. Shut up.' John presses their lips together again, pressure letting Sherlock know he means it, that this isn't just a fluke. 'Let me have this.'

And Sherlock, utterly reliable in this one respect, lets him.

[❤️]

[mattmurdock42]

Henry Cavill X Female reader

Professor Cavill

Pov: Professor Cavill and student

+- 3.3k

You studied economics at Oxford. You were really fond of what you studied. However, you really liked to sneak into literature classes. It relaxed your head from all the terms and counts of your area.

It was a cold and raining friday, you had got out of your Companies´s class and were exausted, you hated three hours followed from the same class, with no little breaks. As it was 11:30, you went to take something to eat and went to a walk, suddenly, you remember that there was going to be a Shakespeare lecture at 12:30, so, you decided to go, to relax your brain a little, before having more classes in the afternoon. You have missed the first lecture, but you didn´t mind, you liked to hear things about writers. You got there and took a seat at the corner, waiting for the professor to arrive. While you were watching, you couldn´t decide what was catching more your attention, the lecture itself, or the hot, tall, beffy guy who was giving it. It ended at 13:30, you had 15 more minutes until your class started. Everybody was getting out of the class, but you were one of the last ones to go, because you kept watching the hot professor. As you got up to go, you bumps into someone, feeling hot coffe all over your sweater.

Y/N: Fuck!

Henry: i´m so sorry, are you ok?

Y/N: yes, it´s ok.

You say that as you take it off, staying only with you thermal blouse and a daredevil´s shirt. As you look to see who it was, you saw the familiar face who was giving the lecture.

Henry: I am really sorry,now you´re going to be cold.

Y/N: there is no problem, mister...?

Hernry: Cavill, Henry Cavill. And what is your name, miss?

Y/N: N, Y/N

Henry: well, sorry again, miss N.

Y/N: not a problem.

You say it smiling, as you head to a little walk before joining your next class: Holdings. In the end, you were going to the bathroom before your next one, when, you unexpectedly sees Mr. Cavill headind to you, holding something.

Henry: Hello, miss N.

Y/N: hi!

Henry: i wanted to give you this ( he hands you a dark blue sweater). i was feeling bad for you being cold because of me. So this is a reserve sweater that i keep. You can give me back anytime.

Y/N: you don´t need to.

Henry: it´s the least i can do.

You accepts it.

Y/N: thank you, then.

Henry: one more thing, miss. I searched your name on my students essays, so i could knew where to find you to give the sweater, but i didn´t find your name, so i searched on the system and i discovered that you are not from the language departament, nor the classics or the history one. You weren´t supposed to be attending my lecture. Be more carefull the next time.

He says it with a cute smile. You nod as he leaves. You go to the bathroom and put the sweater. It was to big for you, his shoulders were double yours. You folded the sleeves and put the bottom inside your trousers, with just a little out.

At the end of the day, you went to his office to give it back to him.

Henry: do you have any coat to replace it? there is almost a blizzard outside, you can give it back to me next monday.

So, you went home with his sweater. As soon as you arrived you washed it and set it close to your bag, so you wouldn´t forget it.

Monday arrived, your lectures were finished, so you headed to his office. You knocked, no answer, so you went to look for him somewhere else. You found him giving the third part of the lecture about Shakespeare, so you decided to stay and watch it, you´d give the sweater back to him in the end. The moment he saw you, he couldn´t contain a little grin. The lecture ended and you went to him.

Y/N: here, sir, thank you for lending me the other day.

Henry: my pleasure. So, did you enjoy the lecture, Buffett lady?

You chuckled about the nickname.

Y/N: yes, it was really amousing, it is nice to learn more about literature. But i didn´t catch the first class and the first part of this one, so i am not completaly involved with it.

Henry: tell me, why do you watch this kind of classes, if you study economics?

Y/N: it is like a hobby,i am usually tired after my lectures, so sometimes i watch this classes to distract my mind, to take it out of Holdings, Founds and this things, plus, i really enjoy it. So i got used to it.

Henry: do you like sheakspeare? Since you attended two of this classes?

Y/N: actually, it wasn´t intentional to watch it about the same author. However, yes, i like sheakspeare, but i´ve only read six of his plays.

Henry: that´s a lot. Which one is your favorite.

Y/N: i know it´s an ordinary opinion, but Hamlet. The exitencialism in that play seems to scream, and the relationship between Hamlet and his best friend was captivating.

He smiles, noticing you knew some things about literature too.

The time passed, and you always attended some of his classes. You two passed through Tolstoy, Dickens, Shelley, Poe, Byron, and much more. One day, he asks if you´d like to have coffe with him. You said yes, of course, you weren´t stupid to deny a coffe with those sparkling blue eyes looking at you.

The day come and you two met at the Monmouth. You sat at a corner table and the conversation starts. He asked you about your classes, saying how he didn´t have head for those kind of things. You asked him about his job and friends, receiveing the information that he´s being teaching for nine years, and was the youngest of the teachers, with the second being ten years older then him. After the coffe, at the door, you hugged him and went to your house. There, you couldn´t stop thinking about him, his teeths, his polished cheekbones, his body well builded (it was obvious that he spent more than a few hours in the gym), his fluffy hair, everything. The next time you attended one of his classes, he asks you out on a real date. You agreed, as you couldn´t stop your mind of having sick thoughts.

The date would be at the Berner´s Tavern.He picked you up at 19 oclock. You had the most amazing dinner ever. In the end, when he left you at your apartament, he looked at you, and you understood the question. The answer was a soft kiss on his lips. He grinned at you and said good bye. The next week, you were the one who asked him out, picking him at his house. You went to another place this time. Again the dinner was great. As you left him at his house, you gave him a more passionate kiss, putting your hands behind his neck, and him putting his, gently, around your waist, afraid of that gesture being to much.

Dates and more dates passed, the kisses evolving until a burning one, with tongues dancing and hands on dangerous places. One day, after a class about French authors, he envited you for dinner at his house, you said yes. Actually you were a little scared, you never wen´t to a boys house before. As you got there, he invited you to come in and you went to the kitchen, the table as settled, he sat you and went to take the food, he made grilled chiken with rice, and for salad, carot with cucumber.

Henry: sorry if it is to simple, but that´s what you always order, so, this are the only foods i know you ate.

You blushed, noticing he repared at your food. You said it was amazing, the taste was explandit, and the food was not simple, but more than you could ask.

After dinner you went to the couch, to watch a movie. In the middle, you made a risk movement; you put your hand on his thigh, going up and down soflty. He notices, he gets your chin and turns your face to him, your eyebrows move. He understands and asks

Henry: are you sure?

Y/N: yes, it´s been so many dates since i was waiting for this.

He smiles and lifts you, placing you on his lap, each thigh at one side of his hips.

Henry: i´ve been waiting too, i couldn´t stop thinking about you since the day we met. When i got your eyes, furious and at the same time worried and apologetic about the coffe,my mind couldn´t do anything else besides thinking about that moment. But when you told me about Hamlet, then i knew i had fallen in love with you.

You blush, hidding your face on his chest, with your hands on it.

Henry: you are so cute when you blush! Do not hide your face.

You hugh him. Then, you look at his face.

Y/N: do not say those things in this kind of moments, it makes me shy. And i don´t want to be shy now.

Henry: noted.

You kiss him hard, putting your hands on his hair and pulling it. He put his hands on your waist and slide down to your ass, grabbing it strongly. You buckle your hips and he lifts you, you intertwining your legs around his waist. He takes you to his bedroom and lay you down on the bed. He goes on top of you, and you put your hands on his chest. He starts to go down to your thighs.

Y/N: take of your shirt.

He obeys.

Henry: take of yours.

You blush, slowly grabbing the bottom of your shirt. You take it of and try to cover yourself with your hands.

Henry: why are you covering yourself?

Y/N: this is the first time i stay only in a bra in front of a man.

Henry look at you confused.

Y/N: Henry, i´m a virgin.

He stopped imediatly. He looked at you with wide open eyes.

Henry: why didn´t you tell me? Are you ok? Was anything to much?

Y/N: yes, it´s ok. i´m just a little nervous.

Henry: you are so beautiful and intelligent, i can´t believe no one never showed interest in you.

Y/N: some did, but i never really liked then.

Henry: wow, it´s too much pressure now.

He says nervously smiling.

Y/N: it´s okay, just keep going.

Henry: if you let me, i can guide you.

Y/N: that would be nice, just, be gentle, please.

Henry: of course

He goes down the bed while you were still laying, he starts to kiss your thighs, then your inner thighs.

Henry: i´m gonna take of your panties now. Ok?

You nod.

Henry: now, if you don´t like anything, tell me.

He massages your vulva carefully, opening it to start to stimulate your clit. He notices a moan coming out of your lips and he smiles. He keeps doing it for a while, then he increases the pressure on it and put a finger inside of you. You moan heavily, he doesn´t stop. He puts another finger inside, knowing you could take it. He starts doing the movements of come and go with his fingers and you start to twitch. You feel something pass through your body, you could not control your moans.

Henry: that´s okay, Buffett, be as loud as you want.

He says when he sees you trying to contain your moans. Suddenly, it gets to intense and you cum.

Henry: did you not like anything, something i could do better?

You looke at him smiling.

Y/N: you are a god, mister. I only have one complain.

He looked at you seriously, intending to get what you didn´t like.

Y/N: i didn´t feel your cock.

He looked at you surprided. He wasn´t expecting that.

Henry: are you sure? i think it´s to soon.

Y/N: please, i wanna know how does it feel. I know in the begging hurts a little, but i wanna try.

He lowered his head.

Henry: as you wish.

He took of his pants, his cock was a little bigger then most of others. A little more thicker and longer. He opened your legs and put then over your head. He took a condom and put on his dick already hard. He massaged it a little and then asked.

Henry: you are already really wet, and the condom already has lubricant, but if you want more, let me know. I´m gonna put it now, ok?

You nod. You feel his dick gently coming, in and out, just a little part of it. Then, it went deeper. His eyes never leaving your face, to see if you were hurt or not. It was not confortable, but you could take it. After a while, you hear him moan, low, almost inaudible.

He leans over you, and you scratch his back , feeling him get even harder. Then, he cums. He lays on your side.

Henry: are you ok?

Y/N: yes, it was nice.

You say as you massage his scalp, thinking about the first orgasm you had in your life.

Y/N: we should do this more times.

Henry: i agree.

He says with a chuckle.

The next week, you two were even closer; him going to your building to give you his sweaters, so it would smell like you. And you going to his house, to have sex and judge his bookshelfs. He loved to hear your opinion, good or bad, about his books. You always teasing him to let you know who would be the next author he would teach, and him never letting it. He would always say how smart you are, when seeing you studying your field, thinking how smart his grilfriend was.

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heyyyy i was wondering if you could use these two prompts for mick :)

"is the pillow wall really necessary?"

“can i come over tonight? is that stupid to ask?”

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 1296

A/n: I'm so sorry it took me so long!! I was waiting for the perfect inspo for this story and i’m actually proud of it so i hope you will love it 

“I can’t believe you want me to watch that movie, again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Mick’s desperate tone through the phone. You knew he would be mad that you wanted to watch 13 going on 30 for the second time this week. But you also knew he wouldn’t say no. Mick never said no to anything that wasn’t a real problem. And let’s be honest, watching a romcom with you was never a problem. 

Mostly because you were alternating every movie night. And he made you watch an action movie the other night.

You’ve been doing this for weeks now. You knew Mick for several years but never really got to know him. Or even talk to him, actually. Your father was a mechanic and you loved going to the Grand Prix with him. That was how you met most drivers and Mick has always been such a sweetheart with you. You still couldn’t understand why you never talked more before.

Then, the last time you went to the Grand Prix, the weather was terrible. You were supposed to go for a drink with some friends but ended up staying at your hotel bar. Luckily, Mick was in the same situation. You spend the whole evening together talking about movies and cinema. Hours flew by and you both couldn’t stop adding something to the conversation. You never wanted it to end. It was like meeting your soulmate.

“We should watch movies together.” Mick offered. You immediately accepted. It was quite the perfect opportunity for you both. You were living alone and being by yourself every single night started to be a burden. Mick was still traveling a lot and he was feeling homesick most of the time. Especially because, even if he loved the team, he was also by himself.

Basically, that was how it started. At least three times per week, you were watching a movie with Mick without being together. Sometimes you were just commenting by messages and then calling each other to discuss it. Sometimes you watched the movie with a video call so you could chat and see each other’s reaction.

Nothing builds a relationship better than a shared passion. Mick slowly became one of your closest friends. But it would be a lie to not admit he was becoming more than a friend. There was something intimate in sharing your favorite movies with someone, with calling them almost every day and knowing everything about them. 

There was something intimate in falling asleep while still on the phone and waking up with the image of Mick sleeping in his hotel room too.

“It’s my night!” you replied to Mick’s complaint. “You can’t disagree with my choice.”

“We should have a rule that we can’t watch the movie two times in a week.”

“Well it’s too late for tonight.”

You put Mick on speakers while making dinner. You were cooking your favorite meal. One that happened to be Mick’s one too. What a coincidence. Maybe he could feel it through the phone. Or maybe he added some secret cameras in your apartment the one time he came. But he took you by surprise when he said “Are you cooking what I think you’re cooking?”

“Yes I am, Schumacher.” you laughed. 

“Can I come over tonight? Is that stupid to ask?” you heard him say. It wouldn’t be the first time Mick came to your place. He helped you after a Grand Prix weekend, which also happened to be your birthday weekend, and you came back with more bags that you could handle. He offered to make a detour and help you instead of letting you round trips in the stairs.

But you never did a movie night at your place. Or his. When Mick was in town he was often occupied and you couldn’t ask to steal a night or two with him. It would be a first. A good first.

And less than thirty minutes later, Mick was standing in your kitchen. He helped you with the dinner. Not specially with the cooking, no. More with the laughing either with the jokes or the mistakes he made. “I’m a terrible assistant, right?” he asked with some sauce on the nose. God knows how he managed to get that.

“Well, at least I don’t have to watch TV when you’re here.” 

After dinner, and while you were cleaning, Mick offered to prepare your room for the movie night. You imagined he would just look for the movie, hoping he wouldn’t trick you with it, and wait for you. But when you arrived in your own bedroom, you were surprised to see a literal pillow wall in the middle of your bed. You laughed for the situation as much as for the proud face he made.

"Is the pillow wall really necessary?" You asked when you reached the bed.

“Well, I know for sure that you take a lot of places in bed so…” he didn’t even finish his sentence before you hit him with the pillow.

The real excuse behind his architecture construction was that Mick was scared he might react, laying by your side. You had always been the girl he had a crush on since he entered F1. You were always there somehow, either close to him or on the other side of the paddock. But you were always sweet and he always felt like he was part of your world if you barely talked until a few months ago.

When this all started, he felt like living a dream. How lucky could he be to get to spend so much time with the girl he loved? But there were inconveniences too. Like listening to you speaking about your previous relationship or how you imagined the perfect one for you. Feeling so close and so far away from you at the same time. Accepting that, maybe, he won’t ever be more than just a movie friend for you.

He was glad that you didn’t break everything immediately and accepted to lay on your favorite side. He felt protected. Nothing could go wrong like this, he won’t let his love show without any warning.

Having no idea that you were struggling with the same issue, by your side. And watching one of your favorite rom coms with the man of your dreams next to you wasn’t as you expected it to be. In a perfect world, you would be in his arms, living your own favorite.

But nobody said you couldn’t make your life a perfect world.

You were blind either. And you noticed how Mick was fighting with own arm, like he wanted to put it around you but was containing himself. So pillow after pillow, you broke the wall between you. He didn’t notice immediately, or he was pretending not to see. It wasn’t until you put a hand on his arm that Mick turned his head. “Where is the wall?”

“Destroyed.” you answered with a sweet smile. 

There was something intimate with spending so much time with someone, even through screen. You both could read each other like an open book. And Mick knew that you were waiting for him to make a step, after you made the first one. 

So he did.

He finally let his arm around your shoulder so you could cuddle against him. When he felt like you were comfortable enough, which wasn’t hard because that man was a living pillow, he put his lips on your forehead to kiss you. “Now you don’t have any excuses to start watching horror movies,” he whispered.

But to be fair, you could watch the worst movies in the entire world that it wouldn't matter anymore. Not as long as you have Mick by your side.

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The Great Shift: Happy 30th (13th) Birthday

We've all had to adapt over the years, it's been 4 years since a bunch of random people were affected by the “the great shift” but we've all had to change a bit, including me.

- Hey pop! What time are my guys arriving?-

That huge shirtless muscular man 4 years ago was my little son Jaime and I couldn't be more proud of the man he has become, When Jaime was born we were so worried about his small size and how sickly he was, but now he's as strong as a fucking bull.

-Take it easy champion, all the parents assured me that they will bring your classmates at 3 pm-

But despite his colossal biceps and his great height, he still has the heart of a 13-year-old boy… even when legally He is 30 now. Since we woke up he had not stopped talking about his birthday party, even while we were having breakfast he did not stop looking at the clock and counting the minutes until his little friends arrived.

I hadn't seen Jaime this excited since it was Christmas, and he received his Nintendo Switch and that membership to the hottest new gym in town.

It was 9:00pm when I found out that my son had ended up on the other side of the world in the body of a bodybuilder named Joe, I was watching the news when the “the great shift” happened, It had already been 1 hour since I read him a story to sleep and I slept him in his bed.

The door of my son's room suddenly opened while the reporter on TV was talking about a strange cosmic event that began to affect thousands of people around the world. His eyes showed confusion and disorientation, but I reaffirmed my suspect when he said his first words

-wer bist du? wo zum Teufel bin ich?-

That was definitely not English and definitely that little boy was not my Jaime, I tried to communicate with him through the translator of my phone, but it was not easy at all, immediately the internet, electricity and lines phone lines began to fail due to all the chaos going on throughout the city.

I spoke to "Joe" who was now trapped in the sickly body of my 9-year-old son Jaime, with his help I was able to locate my real son thanks to Joe's cell phone, While Joe spoke with his squeaky childish voice in the kitchen of At home I was trying to calm down my little son who was now in a gym in Germany.

His voice was upbeat, his tone was thick and he seemed to be having a much better time than we were. We were on the phone for hours as Joe and I tried to guide him step by step to his bachelor pad for him to take refuge in, luckily the gym where Joe used to go.

Jaime would occasionally get distracted by how great it was to be in Joe's body, he wouldn't stop talking about his huge muscles and how tall he was now, he was very close to his old home, so it wasn't too hard for him to find his new house.

With the help of Joe's contacts we were able to help Jaime, his family was in charge of dressing him, feeding him and helping him return home. It took 3 long months of paperwork and bureaucracy to be able to exchange the names and lives of Jaime and Joe.

Before long the world government began to calm things down and try to return people to their old lives, although Jaime may never get his old body back, he seems to have fully adapted to his new body.

We have even started going to the gym together after school and my work, he has become the biggest man in the whole gym and the most popular guy in the whole school, Before all this Jaime was very shy and quiet, but now he has become a son a father can be proud.

Even though I wish he didn't leave all his dirty clothes and his stinky sneakers all over the house and his room stinks of sweat and chlorine…maybe it's time to give my boy the "birds and bees" talk or is it too late for that.

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ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE EXTENDED EDITION PT 6

My dream job was currently a nightmare. Several sudden changes in upper management prompted a full audit of the system and all our work. It was chaotic and messy. Add on top of that the new management all had their own ideas they wanted to implement. Different ways to make the team “work more efficiently”. Which was causing delays in all the work and unnecessary stress to all the employees.

I had worked no less than 13 hours a day for the last two weeks, even going in on the weekend to make up some work. And I wasn’t the only one. The office was never empty at this point.

I was exhausted and ready to collapse at any second. So, I finished up my current project and packed up to go home. Determined to take tomorrow off no matter what. I wasn’t going to answer any calls or texts or anything at all. I earned this day off with my own blood, sweat, and many, many tears!

When I walked into my room to find my favorite plant destroyed and the dirt from the pot all over my bedroom floor, I was ready to burst into hysterics.

Cheese was laying among the dirt without a care in the world, grooming his paws. Pieces of my precious plant leaves were scattered around him like he had shredded it then rolled around in its corpse.

I sighed and dropped my bag onto the floor. So very done with this week.

I loved my boys dearly, but ill be damned if I let them go back on this grounding! I am done with this bratty behavior from Cheese! He had never messed with my plant before, and I don’t know why he decided today of all days was a good day to break my heart.

I spent years carefully propagating that plant over and over, so it was nice and long and bushy. It took several years to get it as amazing as it had been. It was my pride and joy and I loved to spend time carefully trimming off the dead leaves and making sure it stayed green and healthy.

I even went so far as to kick Cheese out of my room and shut the door. He would run out anyways when I turned on the vacuum to clean up the mess he made, but it still made me feel a little better to let him know just how upset I was with him.

It took 30 minutes to clean up the plant corpse, and I carefully went through the remains to see if there was anything I could use to try and propagate and start the process all over again. I liked bringing a little green into my city life and I am just stubborn enough to be willing to start from scratch to get it again.

Chan came home somewhere near the end of clean up to help before engulfing me in a hug and curling up on my bed with me.

“Go to sleep. You haven’t slept at all this week, and you are exhausted.” he said lowly tucking my head under his chin and rubbing my back.

“I have things I need to get done.” But I did not move to leave his warm embrace, body automatically relaxing under the weight of his arms around me and the sound of his heartbeat and breathing under my ear.

Chan hummed making my head vibrate slightly and eardrum tickle. “It will still be there when you wake up. Sleep.”

With a deep, drawn-out sigh I gave in to his gentle demands. Let someone else take care of me for a few minutes. It felt good, and I was secretly glad that Chan came home early just to make sure I was okay.

I woke up a couple hours later, still in Chans arms as he played on his phone behind my back quietly. I could hear the others chatting and banging around in the front entry as they got in.

With a deep yawn I stretched before curling back up into Chan, not yet ready to be awake. Chan for his part left me be, running my back idly and kissing the top of my head for a few minutes while I woke up.

“You really upset your mother today, Cheese. Why are you being mean to her?” I could hear Lino near my still closed door as he most likely picked Cheese up for his first cuddles of the night. “She grounded you and everything! You have some sucking up to do.” His voice got quieter as he walked away from the door.

“You ready to get up yet? You know they are just going to come in here in a few minutes if you don’t go out.” Chan asked quietly petting my hair. I whined in response.

Chan allowed me to hide for a few minutes more before getting us both up and moving.

I think it was more likely that Cheese was screaming his dislike for the terms of his grounding. He hadn’t had any treats all day and he had been stuck in the house with no special trips or car rides to speak of. He was upset.

But the boys have been respecting my declaration of grounding as far as I was aware. Even if Lino kept giving me dirty looks when Cheese came up to him and started meowing pathetically.

I lasted for the entire day before my anger wore off and the meows and glared started melting my heart and resolve.

“Fine! He’s not grounded anymore! Go crazy!” I snapped finally. Immediately all 4 boys dived for the treat tin we had sitting on the kitchen island making me roll my eyes. They were so whipped for my cat it was crazy,

Cheese spent the rest of the night getting treat after treat and going feral.

Cheese had spent half the night zooming around the apartment keeping me up. Apparently, no one else was bothered by it though. Bin aside, no one had even mentioned it.

But it was no wonder that he was all cuddly and sleepy with Chan now. He wore himself out being hyped up on cat treats!

At least be probably burned all the extra calories those treats had.

Still Chans comment brought a smile to my lips. Cheese has saved me many times over the years. He had been there when I was sad to cuddle me and loved me to cheer me up. He had been there to make me laugh when I wanted to scream. And he was there when I was scared and alone in the big city, away from home and my parents for the first time in my life and at a complete loss at what to do.

And lastly, he brought me, Chan, Bin, Lino, and Hyune together.

A/N: Two in one night! Though I feel like this one is kinda short too so yeah. Also, I changed the order this original post was in to fit the storyline a bit better. I hope you don't mind.

Thank you for reading and interacting. Or just reading or just interacting, if that’s your thing. I hope you enjoyed this little Cheese adventure!

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Hiho!! Just dropping a request here. Instead of tortured and beaten up, reader comes back covered in blood, head to toe because reader literally just committed mass murder on their kidnappers. The funniest thing is that the reader is just smiling while holding up the only thing they used throughout the escape which was their gift to the reader.

Also, can I request more than once?

you can always request more than once!!!

Killer Queen- 141

Gn!Reader! , Platonic! Relationship!

(The title says queen because of the song by Queen, which fits to the vibe I went for here!)

It was around 2 am when r/n walked into base. They had been out in the city that the team was deployed in. "just one this time." they said as the apple was being handed to them.

When they had gone around the market two men walked behind them, pulled them into a van and drove off. For about 3 hours r/n was captive. Not knowing how'd they get out. Until they felt the pocket knife the team had gifted them for the most kills in an operation.

"Next time it'll be me, m'sure" Soap said as Price handed the knife to them. "Keep tryin'" Ghost replied.

After about 30 minutes of looking around and making the escape plan in their heads, they found the perfect opportunity. The tall man was gone first. Then the chubby one.

He was better than I thought,

13 left.

Your knife soon penetrated the leg of one, then your hand made its way to their rifle. Blood spread fast on your face as your knife left his leg. Smeared and dripping down your chin. "and to think I was going to wear my favorite shirt today." you calmly said to the man that had your knife stuck to their throat. A man ran into the room and you quickly took your knife out of the poor old mans body. You threw the knife, penetrating his eye socket.

"ghost would be proud." you said, your legs now covered in the red liquid, "I'll be back for it, just hand tight knife" you said, your voice as if it was reassuring a child.

After some struggle, you had managed to kill 4 other men.

6 left.

Within 10 minutes you had wiped most of the building and soon returned to your knife. "thought I forgot ya' didn't ya honey?" you said as your hand was pulling the knife out of yet another cadaver. You wiped it clean and walked towards the exit. "What the hell is this?" a woman asked, the hand gun left the last bullet it contained, "a 1 shot one kill, duh" you answered.

1 left.

He was the easiest. "That was fun huh!?" you turned to the now somewhat full room of bodies, "didn't mean to kill the fun...sorry." You exited the

----

The walk was rough but you made it back, the team thought you had come back early and slept. That's why no one worried, it was a routine for you to do that.

"Guys I'm back!" you walked into the meeting room, Soap wanted a meeting to discuss your birthday. Once he stopped talking, everyone turned to the door frame, and there you stood.

Price:

He was shook for sure. Was he concerned? Yes and no

You had long proven to the team you can take care of yourself. So all he did was hand you a rag to clean the now dry blood off of you.

"Gave 'em hell kid?" he asked, and you sinisterly smiled. "I gave 'em more than hell." you replied.

His eyes once filled with pride looked at you with concern and joy. It was a sight for sure.

He gave you a cigar, soap and gaz established the new favorite one.

"Not fair." Gaz said "When you kill someone and stare at me like r/n you can have a cigar. "

Proud and concerned father vibes

He walked out of the room and patted your back as he exited.

"g'night"

Gaz:

This man was for sure scared.

The look you had on your eyes was scary enough on a daily basis, but tonight, it was worse.

At first he thought you were injured, until he saw some blood on the knife you carried on you hand.

"What a show-off mate"

He one time hid behind Price because he thought he had passed you off

For a week or so he was very cautious around you, this man was terrified for his life. He knew you would never hurt him but the pride in your eyes and the blood on you said other wise.

"Good thing I aint your partner this week." he tried hugging you but just ran towards his room.

Everyday he would leave a note on your door, "mornin' remember I respect ya and think your super cool" -your favorite soldier Gaz<3

After a while, he knew he wasn't a target, and slowly talked to you again.

Soap:

He took you for drinks that night. "called it his awakening of kindness"

When your hand played with the knife and your smile and eyes made his way, this man swore to not prank you for a good month

He was so much nicer, always complimenting you and telling you how much he loved you (as a friend ofc)

"To r/n, for being a badass and my friend...seriously put the knife down"

offered to make your bed as long as he made sure he was on your good side.

Even told ghost he was no longer the scary one, that you were and it would stay as is for his entire service

Tried asking you how you managed to escape, "leave it" you'd answer "yes ma'am/ sir" and would walk away

Safe to say that even though he already respected you, that level of respect went even higher, when at missions he would ask you to handle hand in hand combat

"Scared sergeant?" "yeah of you"

Ghost:

he was the proudest of them all.

Told your story to the rookies

even made a custom balaclava for you, called you "ghost jr." and that nickname stayed with you.

He wore your friendship tall, always telling them how everyone was scared but not him

Swore that even though you two were platonic soulmates, he would love and protect you like a lover would

"when you get a lover, tell 'em about this."

When you walked into the room, man did this guy smirk, he saw how drenched in blood you were and chuckled.

Yes, he chuckled because he thought it was so funny, you out of everyone, a class A killer

Wasn't afraid at all, he did things no one would stomach and now you were added to his good side list, only 4 people have made it in, 5 when soap wasn't annoying.

gave you more knife throwing lessons and for every Christmas that was your gift

I absolutely loved writing this one!! Thank you for requesting this!!

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Camp Half Blood Schedule

As of now I have 14 pages for the schedule and describing stuff and activities and it’s all mush, my brain is mush and please I want to go home and see my family 🥺😭😭

In all reality this is a combination of procrastinating reading Tower of Nero because all the characters I really care about have been drop kicked out of the narrative and I’m at my grandparents house. I have nothing to do and I have a horrible sense of time so let’s get into this (plus sometime down the line I’ll go over HoO re-imagining like. Camp Jupiter processes but I’m reading some books about the Roman legion so I’m gonna, tough that out and then report back lol)

Disclaimer!! I don’t know what time is, time is something that eludes my brain and the only summer camp I’ve been to was a Christian one with a foster family because I was bored that summer and I said why not (I’m not Christian but it was funny). Also I like completely forgot if there is anything in the books that actually have schedule lore. I forgot most things with CHB to be honest.

So anyways, actual meat and potatoes

7:30- wake up and get ready. Yes 7:30 sounds reasonable to me. It gives the kids 30 minutes before breakfast and campers can wake up before the ‘official’ time.

On Fridays we have cabin inspections, dictated by the arbitrary ‘one day we picked someone to do it first and now we’re on a rotation’.

8:00-8:30; breakfast time, yes you only get 30 minutes for breakfast we have things to do and does it take you more than 30 minutes to gobble up breakfast? (No judgement it took me 2 hours to eat lunch one time) but If I ever let the other 13+ pages of notes come to light they’ll be more in depth stuff about. Everything, but breakfast time includes

- one cabin setting up the Dining Pavilion

-Everyone offering to the Gods

-Morning announcements!

-yum actually eat food

-plate staking/cleaning up the tables

8:30-10:00; the first activity. The activities are your going to the arena, or the forge, all that jazz. Uh, there’s a board in the Big House where counselors set up the schedules (as in signing up for activities n stuff and coordinating) I’ll get into it someday. Maybe.

10:00-12:00; Activity 2/downtime. Because pinky swear just chilling is an activity. Downtime is important. I wrote down that cabins can sign for the same thing back to back if they so wish. Also the rules are looser than the words clinging onto my brain so really anything happens. It’s CHB they laugh in the face of a rule.

12:00-12:30; Lunch time. Nothing special about it. Uh ,:3

12:30-2:00; third activity. Action packed days for the win!

2:00-4:00; fourth activity time. Also probably when most of the campers start cabin revolts. No one agrees on a schedule most of the time.

4:00-4:30; actual specific free time. Some moments to gather round and chill out. You’ve already spent most of your day, doing something.

4:30-5:30; activity 5. Most of the time this can just be a continuation of the free time.

Don’t ask me what those extra 10 minutes are for no one really ever knows

After 6 o’ clock no one is allowed on the lake. Sorry man

6:00; also the beginning of Dinner. Dinner goes as planned, usually with some Camp wide event happening because of course. Can’t have good stuff here at camp/j

7:00; Camp Sing-a-long times!

7:30-8:00; your stuck in the Cabin circle but at least you get those last few minutes to hang out without the threat of harpies later in the night.

8:00; all campers enter cabins for like getting ready to go to bed and stuff. Get your last conversations in

8:30; official curfew is in effect. No one can leave the cabins except for counselors who need to plan the next day because they aren’t planning their full week on Sunday.

I have notes also on like. Everything else ,:3 Chiron gets lessons and the Cabins have to do those and stuff. Sorry I haven’t been, posting long posts like this for a while lol. I’ll probably get some HoO re-imagined Camp Jupiter content out once I finish this one book I’m reading and have my CJ notebook (yes I do have a whole notebook dedicated to CJ there’s my fun fact). Also, at some point I’d like to introduce Charlico (Chiron’s WIFE) to CHB if possible. Love you Charlico/j

Okay ,:3 I think I sound a little delirious, tomorrow I have to get on a plane and after that I have to go stay a week at someone else’s place. I’ll see all of you soon to talk about the forge or something. Or maybe I’ll finally get my master lists all sorted out and stuff lol.

[welcometolansstudy]

6 nov 2024 - wednesday, 00:30

hii how are you doing? i hope you had a great day!

i reached nearly all of my goals today! i practiced piano, took a shower and reduced my screen time by even more than 2.5 hours. yesterday it was 8 hrs and 13 mins (how even did it get that high... 😭), and today (i'm talking about tuesday), it was 1 hour and 37 minutes! proud of myself for that, but then again i did work for 9.5 hours so it makes sense that it's a lot lower.

i've been binge watching Oshi no Ko again, this time the second season! i love it so much, it's such an interesting and original concept and i enjoy speculating about what's gonna happen next. i cried a bit because things were getting emotional. so so good

lol the first picture i put is my mom putting the still frozen pizzas outside, because it was cold enough to keep them frozen. the second picture is how the mist made the street lights look all hazy and soft when my mom was driving me to my piano class

rest up! i'll see you again tomorrow morning <3

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

to ashes, connected

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Summary: clint brings you back to the apartment after your close call in the fountain, and you find yourselves closer than before despite your outburst.

Warnings: mdni

Word Count: 2,562

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Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Sixty-Four Days

Your hands were still trembling as Clint led you back into the apartment with a reassuring hand on the small of your back. Ushering you through the apartment, he didn’t bother to turn on the overhead lights to the living area until you’d crossed the threshold to your bedroom, as though the direct light would rekindle your anxiety.

Clint set you carefully on the edge of your bed, brushing hair away from your forehead with gentle fingers. “Take your coat off for me, okay? I need to get a look at where the taser hit you. I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

You nodded dumbly, a pained grimace staining your lips as you shrugged off your coat. Your fingers brushed against scorched leather as you tossed it to the floor; the bolt had burned right through the material. A scratching against your back told you it had ruined the shirt beneath it as well. You unbuckled the armor set against your torso and were pulling the shirt off over your head when Clint reentered the room, his own armor gone in favor of the t-shirt he wore underneath.

He stopped as he noticed your undress. “Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine.”

Neither of you spoke at barely more than a whisper, and you held the shirt against your chest as Clint came to sit beside you on the bed. You turned your back to him, tucking your hair over a shoulder as he opened the first aid kit. You stiffened slightly as you felt his fingertips trace the border of the wound.

“It’s not so bad,” he said quietly, and you heard him fumbling with the first aid kit before his touch returned, cooling this time as he applied burn cream to your skin. “A pretty bad burn, but I think your jacket took the worst of it. How do you feel?”

You shrugged a shoulder non-committedly, your eyes closed.

“Y/N.”

“I’m fine.” you replied, your voice quaking slightly.

You heard him exhale softly, not quite a sigh, and the two of you fell into silence again as he taped a piece of gauze over the wound. His hand smoothed over your shoulder blade for a moment before he moved away. He cleared his throat, standing and collecting the kit.

He was almost to the door again by the time you found your voice again. “Clint?”

He stopped, haloed by the light of the next room.

“I… I know we do this thing where we don’t talk and we don’t…” you swallowed. “But can we just… be for a minute? I… I don’t want to be alone.”

There was a moment’s pause, where your heart sat throbbing in your throat. Then, Clint returned to the bed, retaking his seat beside you. He didn’t speak, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you gently into his side. You relaxed gratefully into his embrace with a quivering sigh, resting your head on his shoulder.

The rise and fall of Clint’s chest soothed you, and you felt that terrible, anxious fluttering of your heart begin to finally slow. Clint rested his chin on the top of your head after a few moments, the hand on your arm squeezing you gently, reassuringly. The scent of him was comforting and wonderful; the faint notes of leather, coffee and the surprisingly pleasant combination of his deodorant and sweat. You inhaled it, exhaling slowly.

It could have been hours that the two of you sat there; it could have been only minutes. The darkness wrapped the two of you in its own embrace, the soft light from the next room casting you in an intimate glow.

“I’m sorry, Clint.” you murmured, unwilling to break the silence between you. “For shouting.”

He chuckled quietly, his cheek pressing against your forehead. “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure I deserved it.”

You smiled despite yourself, and Clint’s breath tickled against your cheek. You tilted your head back to meet his eye, your breath catching as you found he was already watching you. His eyes were dark in the low light, and your lips parted, that fluttering once more returning to your chest.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as Clint’s hand came up to touch your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. His fingertips trailed back along your jaw, cupping your cheek in his hand. His thumb brushed softly over your cheekbone.

Clint’s voice was barely a whisper when he said your name.

His lips met yours hesitantly, his kiss barely more than a brush of his lips against your own. He kissed you almost carefully, his thumb stroking your cheek. Your lips parted, your tongue meeting his as you felt it touch your bottom lip. Clint’s arm slipped from around your shoulders, moving to touch his hand to your bare waist, and you shivered under his touch.

It was so soft, almost… you could have sworn it was almost reverent, but still you could feel that same need you’d felt the first time burning inside his kiss. You whimpered as his lips moved across your cheek and jaw, lowering your arms from your chest. Clint’s hand left your cheek to help tug your shirt from where it still hung from your forearms and you tossed it aside before catching his lips with your own again.

Clint’s hand moved to your knee, sliding up your thigh. You took his face in your hands as he deepened the kiss, smiling slightly against his lips as the hand on your waist glided upward, his touch tickling your ribs. Clint’s lips didn’t leave yours as he lowered the two of you down onto the blankets side by side.

Kissing Clint was intoxicating, and even without the aggression and hunger you’d shared in the alleyway, your whole body felt as though it was coming alive under his touch.

Your hand slipped into his hair and Clint moaned as your fingers curled into it, the sound of it so soft that you almost could have believed you imagined it. The hand on your thigh tugged it toward him, bringing your leg up to hook over his.

The move pressed you almost flush against him, and you thrilled at the feeling of the hard planes of his body against yours. His hand was almost possessive on the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the muscle. It moved further up your leg to claim your ass instead.

His lips left yours to trail along your jaw and down over the side of your throat. Your breath hitched as he found the sensitive spot below your ear, your hands moving to his chest. They curled in his shirt, urging it upward, and Clint pulled away long enough to tug if off overhead and toss it to the floor with yours.

Clint rolled on top of you as soon as the shirt was gone, bringing his mouth back to yours. His hand took hold of your hip, pinning you to the mattress, his arms caging you in beneath him. You ran your hands down his torso, slowly mapping out the muscles of his chest and stomach, fingers lingering on the lines left by near-invisible scars.

Clint’s hand moved up along your ribs, tracing the edge of your bra, and you reached behind yourself to unclip it. He pulled it off of you, his tongue sliding against yours as he palmed your breast in his hand. You moaned into his mouth as his thumb teased over your nipple.

Your hands returned to his stomach, nails grazing over the soft hair below his navel before finding his belt buckle. Pressing your lips to his jaw as you unfastened his pants, you watched Clint’s eyes roll back as you curled your fingers around his cock. His lips parted, his breath fanning over your face as he exhaled a groan.

Clint’s lips brushed over yours again before he pulled away with a shuddering breath, resting his forehead against yours.

“Y/N…” he murmured again; his voice heavy with want. With need. “Fuck…”

Your other hand fumbled to push his pants further down his legs and he broke away only long enough to remove them. He was thick and hard in your hand and he twitched under your touch. Clint’s breathing was labored, his lips finding yours blindly as you squeezed the base of him, his kiss deep and heated. His hand left your breast to ghost fingertips down over your stomach, and you swore you could feel him smile into the kiss as you shivered in response.

“Oh, god…” you whined as soon as he had unfastened your pants and slid his hand into your underwear, his expert fingertips finding your clit with ease. Clint circled it slowly with a teasing pressure, his teeth and tongue teasing their way over the sensitive skin of your throat. “Clint…”

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he muttered, his breath tickling the damp flesh of your neck. His words sent heat straight down your spine and you arched up against his hand. Your eyes rolled back as he pressed a finger into you, and you met each gentle thrust of it with a roll of your hips. Clint continued teasing your clit with his thumb, his ministrations earning him a long, soft moan into his ear. “Fuck, baby…”

When you came against his hand it was with wide eyes and a long, shuddering breath, your hand wrapped around the back of Clint’s neck. He watched every moment on your face as he withdrew his hand slowly, replacing your hand on his cock with his own.

Anticipation tightened in your belly as you felt the length of him slide against your cunt, but you pressed a hand to his chest. “Wait.”

Clint stopped immediately, a furrow appearing between his brows.

You kissed him again in quick reassurance, reaching above yourself towards the bedside table. You wiggled further across the mattress beneath him, stretching to open the drawer. You fumbled blindly inside it, eyes rolling back again as Clint used the new positioning as an opportunity to trail his lips down your chest to tease over your breasts. His teeth grazed your hardened nipple and you gasped, arching up under his attention. He curled his tongue around it and sucked lightly, his hand possessive on your hip.

As distracted as you were, your fingers finally closed around a condom, and brought it to eye level. “I found these in the drawer when we first ‘moved in’ here,” you explained, struggling to read the label in the muted light. “I have no idea if they’re…”

Clint took it from you, studying the label for a moment before sighing in relief, tearing it open with his teeth. “It’s not expired.”

“Oh, thank God,” you said, and Clint cut off your relieved laugh with another heady kiss.

You took his face in your hands, your fingers curling in his hair. Your mouth parted against his in a silent moan as you felt his cock press into you slowly.

“Fuck, baby, I almost forgot how good you feel,” Clint murmured breathlessly, his eyes closing as your fingers tightened in his hair. Your other hand clutched at his bicep, his shoulder… every inch of you was burning with sensation as he fucked himself into at an agonizing pace. Your nails dug into his flesh as you felt every inch of him as he thrust into you, marking his skin with your pleasure. “God, you’re amazing…”

His hand slid up along your thigh, hooking it over his hip as he thrust deeper into you, his hand claiming the soft skin behind your knee. Clint kissed your neck, your shoulder, your chest and always, always brought his lips back to yours, his mouth catching yours between moans.

His hand returned to the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. You turned your head to kiss his palm, your lips wrapping around his thumb as he brushed it over your bottom lip. You sucked it gently, tongue curling around it. Clint exhaled what was almost a sigh, eyes closing.

“Clint…” you moaned his name quietly, as though saying it too loud could break the spell between you, and he ran his fingers through the hair by your ear. “God, Clint, I’m…”

“I know, baby,” he whispered, his hand trailing down from your hair to ghost along your torso. It lingered over your breast before continuing down, and you gasped aloud as he returned his fingers to your clit. He held your gaze, his lips parted and his breathing heavy. “I know; I’ve got you…”

“Oh, fuck, Clint—”

Your eyes rolled back and your hips pitched upward as you came, bringing him so far into you that pain flared inside you briefly. You clutched at his shoulders tightly, your nails biting into his skin, and Clint groaned his face falling into the crook of your neck. His lips brushed over your collarbone, and you continued meeting his thrusts with your own, one leg wrapping around his thigh.

Clint breathed curses and nonsensical praise against your skin, his fingers still an intoxicating torture against your clit. You could barely think anything other than ‘more’.

You clutched at his hair and brought his lips back to yours. Clint moaned into the kiss as your fingers tightened in his hair, and you felt another orgasm wash over you just as Clint came too, his hand moving from your clit to grasp tightly at your hip.

“Oh, baby…” he whispered, his lips brushing against your jaw as he pulled away slowly, rolling off of you. The two of you lay in silence for a few long moments, chests heaving as you both caught your breath. You could feel yourself shaking as you came down, your fingers curling in the blankets beneath you. You could feel a wet patch beneath your thighs and your face warmed.

You heard the sound of the condom being removed and Clint pushed himself up off of the bed, rescuing his underwear from the floor and pulling it on. He stood, moving away from the bed without looking at you. Nerves twisted in your gut as he tossed the condom in the bin in the corner of the room and left the room.

You sighed heavily, but rather than follow him, you only rose long enough to pull back the blankets and slide beneath them. If he was going to do this again, you weren’t going to fight with him. Not again. You pulled the blankets up over yourself, turning on your side to face petulantly away from the door.

The lights in the other room switched off, bathing you in darkness.

Fine, Clint, you thought, closing your eyes against your emotions. But I’m done.

You started slightly as you felt the bed shift behind you, eyes flying open as the blankets shifted and Clint lay down in the bed beside you. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t pull you into his side or roll over to wrap his arms around you. But you felt his hand come to rest gently on your thigh as if to reassure you that he was, in fact, still there with you.

You felt a small, tentative smile touch your lips, and it stayed there until you fell asleep.

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