#we don’t need the rest of them looking exactly the same as him too 😭😭😭

[vinnyvamppp]

Omg now I need more of Nolan x reader 😭😭 I gotta know did he go on years without being caught? Was it successful? More than one kid with the reader!?!? Ok I’ll stop there-

The Replacement PT 3

NOTE: HERE IT IS, FOLKS. All questions will be answered here, though some are ambiguous, so you're free to theorize about them alone.

Synopsis: Bound by loyalty, desire, and the weight of their Viltrumite blood, you and Nolan push and pull in a battle of dominance neither is willing to fully surrender. But when passion and power collide, the lines between control and submission blur—until neither of you can walk away unscathed. You both lost.

Warnings: Smut, Cheating/Infidelity, Shift in Family Dynamics, Pre-Invincible Timeline, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Dom!Nolan Grayson, Power Bottom! Reader, Changes to Plot For Convenience, Drama, Childhood Friends, etc.

Omni-Man/Nolan Grayson x Fem!Viltrumite!Reader

Word Count: 4,333

You smirk, pushing against his chest with enough force to make him shift back a step. “You act like I don’t know your tricks, Nolan. I’ve seen you use this same routine a thousand times.” His eyes narrow, and in an instant, you’re on your back, wrists pinned above your head. His body is heavy, unyielding, but his smirk mirrors yours. “And yet, here you are. Under me. Again.”

You twist, trying to free your hands, and for a second, his grip loosens—just enough for you to flip him onto his back instead. Now you’re on top, pinning his wrists down for once. “Looks like I win this round.” His gaze darkens. He doesn’t struggle. Doesn’t even move. He just stares up at you, a slow smirk curling at the edges of his mouth. “Do you really think I’d let you win?”

Before you can react, his strength surges beneath you, flipping you again so fast the air leaves your lungs. This time, he doesn’t just pin your wrists—he presses your arms down, keeping you immobile. His mouth brushes over your jaw as he speaks, his voice thick with amusement. “Cute attempt.” You scoff. “Admit it. I had you for a second.”

His teeth graze your neck, sharp, teasing. “Maybe. But seconds don’t matter when I always finish on top.” Nolan looms over you, his powerful arms now pinning your skull in an unbreakable headlock as he pounds into you from behind. The heat of his breath fanned over your nape with every ragged exhale. Each slow—deliberate thrust forces you deeper into the mattress—your spine arching against the solid wall of his chest, his muscled forearm nuzzled beneath your chin. The angle lets him go even deeper than before, stretching you deliciously with every brutal thrust. He snarled, his hips slapping against your ass with enough force to make the bed shake. His mouth moves along the shell of your ear, sharp teeth grazing just enough to make you shudder. “You’re too soft… too warm. I almost forget what we are when I have you like this.”

You can only moan in response, your eyes rolling back as he takes you with animalistic ferocity. The headlock prevents any real movement, leaving you completely at his mercy and him at yours as his body chases its orgasm. It's exactly what you wanted—to be dominated by this powerful man in a world filled with feeble gestures.

Between heavy breaths, he murmurs against your skin, “I should ruin you for anyone else. If I haven’t already.” Nolan mused, one hand coming down to rest against your hip as he guided your body in its efforts to glide against his cock. For once, his world could be rocked with someone who had the strength to handle his hips drilling into them. You huff at the possessive words, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. “Watch yourself,” you warned, though it had no venom. Nolan responds with a grunt, his thrusts becoming even more relentless. The headboard slams against the wall with each snap of his hips—the obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Your tits bounce with the force of his movements, your nipples hardening into sensitive peaks that tighten in the cold air with each thrust.

His touch lingers longer than necessary, his grip a little less punishing, his movements slower, more deliberate. “I shouldn’t be this gentle with you.” But he doesn’t stop. His thrusts slowly revealed that he was nearing his limits; wet squelches cascaded against the walls of the room. “What’s wrong? You were so confident before.” A smirk tugs at your lips as your head dips languidly, your voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re struggling already.” Your voice nearly cracked; the erratic beating of your heart vibrated against your ribcage. Despite your confidence— your toes dug into the sheets—sweat beading against your forehead as the hours of sex caught up to you. “You think you can handle me?” His voice was low, dangerous, but there was amusement in it too. He knew you could; after all, these nightly trysts became routine. It was always entertaining to watch you second-guess yourself, even for a second. The very building shook as if an earthquake rippled through the ground. “You’re trembling, and I haven’t even done anything special yet.” He whispered, tingles shooting down your spine. "I'm going to pump you full of my seed until it's leaking out of you. Just the way you like it. You’ll feel me for days." His hand moves from your hips to your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in tight circles. "Come for me. I won't stop you. Show me how good I make you feel." His delivery almost sounded threatening but certain.

The added stimulation sends you careening towards the edge, your body tensing as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. "Fuck! Fuck!" you cry out, your walls fluttering around his pistoning shaft. "I'm going to cum! Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!"

Nolan doesn't let up, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your cunt clamps weeps desperately against his length, milking his cock for all it's worth as you scream your release.

With a strangled groan, Nolan follows you over the edge, his cock pulsing as he floods your womb with his hot seed. Again. "Mm…! Yes," he growls, mumbling to himself and grinding into you as he empties himself deep inside you.

You can feel his cum painting your insides, marking you as his once more. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, even as your body continues to spasm with the aftershocks of your intense climax. His movements stutter as he comes down from his high, your muscled bodies clinging to one another.

Slowly, carefully, Nolan releases you from his grasp, his hands moving to rub soothing circles on your hips as he softens inside you. Both of you shifted until you were now positioned beneath him—cockwarming as a moment of gratification. The room was still thick with heat, the scent of sweat and skin mingling in the air as the last remnants of pleasure faded into something quieter. The only sounds left were the slowing cadence of breath, the faint creak of shifting limbs against sheets, and the heavy silence that often followed moments like these. Nolan hadn’t moved yet. Neither had you.

Your body was still pinned beneath him, one of his forearms braced beside your head, his fingers splayed against the mattress while his other hand rested on your thigh—holding you there. His body was pressed into yours, hips still flush, his breath still warm against your jaw as he hovered just close enough for his lips to brush over your skin with each exhale.

If anyone walked in, they wouldn’t know if he was keeping you there or if you were keeping him. Your fingers dragged along his jaw, slow, thoughtful. “You’re still here.” His gaze flickered downward, his expression unreadable. “Should I go?” A challenge. Your lips curled faintly as your nails scraped lightly under his chin. “Would you, if I said yes?” He didn’t answer. Only smirked as he studied you, his thumb pressing just a little firmer into your thigh before he finally and reluctantly—pulled away, rolling onto his back beside you.

But the weight of the moment lingered all the same.

For all the time you had spent together, for all the years you had tangled yourselves into this thing neither of you dared to name, something had changed. It wasn’t in his movements... still sharp, still deliberate. It wasn’t even in the way he looked at you—still certain in his control over the situation. No, It was in the aftermath. How his fingers would trail absently down your arm, as if mapping the shape of you into memory. He doesn’t say why. Maybe he doesn’t know.

You exhaled, stretching your limbs out with slow satisfaction before turning your head toward him. “So?” Nolan didn’t look at you right away. His eyes were on the ceiling, his expression carved from stone. But after a moment, he spoke. “I’ve been thinking.” A pause. You hummed, unconcerned. “That’s never good.” His jaw twitched, but the amusement reached his eyes. “You suggested something to me, once.”

It was not an accusation or an attack, just a statement. You frowned slightly, shifting onto your elbow to look at him more directly. He wasn’t often this cryptic, at least not with you. “I suggest a lot of things, Nolan. You’ll have to be more specific.” His gaze finally met yours. “You said a true heir would make my return easier.”

Silence…

Not because the statement shocked you, but because you had said it years ago. The children’s aging is already slowing down due to maturation. The child you had given him—the first—had been proof of that. He had been strong from the moment he entered this world. Even as an infant, his constitution had been unparalleled. There was never a moment of weakness, never a single sign of frailty.

And unlike Mark, there had been no delay in his Viltrumite nature taking root. Mark had been unfortunate enough to receive his abilities late. For years, he had been indistinguishable from the humans around him—a weakness, one that made Nolan question everything. But your child? There had been no waiting. No doubt. From the start, he had proven himself. And Nolan had noticed.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him carefully. “And now you’re thinking about it again?” He didn’t answer immediately. He only exhaled slowly, his gaze shifting toward the side of the room where his uniform lay discarded across the chair. “I already have a son.” There was something sharp in the way he said it. You didn’t waver, only stared. “Yes,” you agreed, trailing a single finger down his chest, thoughtful, measured. “One who spent years believing himself to be human.”

A muscle in his jaw tensed.

And there it was. You propped yourself up fully— leaning over him now—studying the way his expression remained carefully neutral. “You didn’t come here just to fuck me, Nolan.” His eyes narrowed. “You came here because you know the truth.” Your voice was smooth—unwavering. “Because you see the difference. Because the child I bore you was already stronger at birth than Mark is now.”

There was no amusement left in his expression now. Only a quiet, undeniable truth, and yet he still hesitated. You could feel it—the way the silence stretched, the way his fingers twitched against the sheets as if he wanted to grip something, to hold onto the control that was rapidly slipping. So you leaned in, lips just barely brushing against his ear. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

His hand snapped up, fingers curling around the back of your neck—tight, controlled, but not harsh. His breath was steady, but when he spoke, his voice was lower than before, rougher—thinner. “…You’re not.” You smiled. And just like that, the fire ignited again. And he wanted more. So it happened again, another child, another perfect creation. Both born away from Viltrum, away from prying eyes, their very existence a careful, deliberate secret. You had never questioned why. The children of Viltrum were never raised in love, only to be warriors with a purpose. It was bound to happen.

Not until you realized that, after all these years, they were gone.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets beneath you, chest rising and falling in slow breaths as the weight of his words settled deep into your bones. "You sent them away." Nolan sat beside you, his expression barely saddened, his arms resting loosely over his knees. "I did."

The confirmation came so easily. Nolan may be a conqueror, a manipulator, and a soldier of the Viltrumite Empire, but he is not careless with his legacy. If anything—he’s possessive over it. Two of the three children that carry his blood are one he made with you.

You were the only one he ever chose outside of his human disguise. The only one who understood what he was and why he had to do what he did. The only one whose offspring he knew would be worthy. So no—he didn’t scatter his lineage across the universe like some undisciplined fool. He didn’t send his children off without regard.

He kept you. He kept them . And he hid the truth, not because he doubted it—but because he feared what you would do with it. Because if you knew? If you knew there were more? If you knew that while he smiled at his human son and played the part of loving husband, there were other children—children who had never known weakness, children who had never been forced to pretend.

What would you do? Would you revel in the knowledge? Would you demand to see them, to shape them, to prepare them for the future he had always promised you? Or would you hate him for keeping them from you? Would you finally see him as the liar he was? That was the risk he had never been willing to take. Because for all his certainty, for all his arrogance— Nolan Grayson did not know how much of his deception you could forgive. And the wrath you would bear onto him was a risk he couldn’t afford.

Your voice was quieter this time. "Where?” A pause. "With the Empire." Your lungs tightened. "And you never told me." He exhaled through his nose, eyes narrowing slightly. "It wouldn’t have changed anything."* Your stomach turned. "Are they alive?" His gaze flickered. "Of course." Another brief pause. "For now."

That was when the breath left you. That was when your fingers curled into fists, when your nails pressed sharp into your palms, when your throat tightened to the point of pain. They had already been sent on their first mission. Your children. The ones you had birthed —the ones you had carried—the ones who had barely seen past their own youth. And now, they were somewhere in the vastness of the universe, fighting, killing, conquering…

Or dying.

All because Nolan had decided it was time. All because he hadn’t wanted them to know you. All because this was how the Empire functioned. 

"You were a distraction," he said simply, as if that was supposed to mean something, as if it was supposed to make you understand. "If you had been involved, they would have never learned to obey." Your head snapped toward him, eyes sharp, voice hoarse. "You don’t know that." A flicker of disappointment settled in Nolan’s gaze. "Yes, I do." Because Nolan had seen it happen before.

With Mark.

With a boy who had been raised by a pet instead of a leader. With a son who had been raised with love instead of discipline. And he had refused to let it happen again. You hadn’t moved since he told you. Your children—yours—had been taken. Sent away. Molded into something beyond your reach. And you hadn’t known. Because he hadn’t let you. It wasn’t an emotional tie perse, but the inability to have control of their outcome.

Nolan stood a few paces away, arms crossed over his chest, as if waiting for you to lash out. To strike him, to do something, but you just stood there seething. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you spoke. "You had no right." A muscle in his jaw twitched. "They were never ours to keep." Your fingernails curled into your palms. "That wasn’t your choice to make."

"It was always my choice," he corrected, stepping closer. "Our choice. You just didn’t want to face it." Your breath hitched, fury swelling hot in your chest. "You sent them away—without me. You didn’t even—"

"If you had been there, they never would have obeyed me." The words cut through the air like a blade. Nolan’s gaze didn’t waver, didn’t soften. He had never been one for cruelty, but he had always known how to wield the truth like a weapon. "You think I don’t know what you would’ve done?" he continued, stepping forward again, closing the distance. "You would’ve fought to keep them. Would’ve defied orders. Held them back. And for what?"

His voice dipped lower. "To keep them yours?" He wasn’t wrong. But the thought of them, your children, your blood, out there among the ranks of the empire, learning to conquer, to kill, to serve—without you—It made something raw and unfamiliar claw at your chest.

Nolan exhaled through his nose, the tension in his shoulders only now becoming apparent. His fingers flexed at his sides before he finally reached for you. Just a gentle hand against your jaw, tilting your face upward until you met his gaze.

"I did this because it had to be done." His voice was quieter now, but no less firm. "Because they needed to become what we are. Because this world—" his grip tightened, thumb brushing over your cheek— "is not meant for them."

You swallowed hard. "I should have known," you murmured, but the fight in your voice was faltering. His lips pressed into a thin line. "You did know." And you had deep down. Maybe not the details. Maybe not the when, or how, or where. But this had always been the cost of survival, or rather, the cost of being Viltrumite.

Your shoulders slumped, your anger still burning but flickering under the weight of inevitability. "They’re strong," Nolan added, his hand slipping to the back of your neck, grounding you in the heat of his presence. "They’re better than the rest. You know that as well as I do." You exhaled sharply through your nose, closing your eyes for a fraction of a second.

And then—when you opened them again— "I want to see them." His fingers stilled against your skin. "Nolan," you warned. A beat of silence. Then, at last— "When they return." It wasn’t a guarantee, but it was a promise. He had grown attached to you in ways he couldn’t deny. And for now, it would have to be enough.

A soft apology that was barely resembling one.

For once, there was no urgency. No calls pulling him away. No looming duty hanging over his head. Just warmth, silence, and you. Your head rested against his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing somewhat soothing. His body was still pressed against yours, his arms lax where they had once been firm, gripping, claiming.

There had been no rush this time. No bruising need to win against the other, no battle of wills between two beings who had never truly known submission. Only the slow—steady unraveling of something within.

Your fingers traced absent patterns against his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady hum of energy beneath the surface. It wasn’t often you got to do this—to touch him without expectation, without it leading somewhere else. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t pull away and perhaps that’s why he let you.

"You’re relaxed," you murmured after a moment, lips ghosting against his skin. He made a noise in response—something low, thoughtful, not quite a laugh but something close. "You say that like it’s rare."

"It is rare." You tilted your head, glancing up at him, lips curving faintly. "You don’t relax, Nolan. You endure." His gaze flickered downward, and for a long, quiet moment, he didn’t answer. "Maybe I endure this, too."

Your fingers stilled, not because you were shocked, not because the words meant more than they should have, but because they were—something real, something honest. And you weren’t sure if that made it better or worse.

You let out a slow breath, shifting slightly so that your bodies were more aligned, your faces closer. "Is that why you’re still here?" He smirked, as if to call your bluff, but the weight of his arm tightening around you betrayed the truth. Yes. And that meant something.

Your hand slid up his chest, fingers pressing just under his jaw, guiding him downward until your lips met his in a kiss—one that was slower, deeper, less about control and more about something felt.

He responded with the same unhurriedness, his lips pressing against yours, firm but not demanding, as if he was testing the weight of the moment itself. His fingers curled into your hip, just tight enough to ground you both in the reality of it. It started with the smell.

Not perfume, no, not some cheap artificial scent that could be washed away in an instant. No—what clung to Nolan was real. The deep musk of sweat, the subtle iron of bitten skin, or the lingering heat of flesh against flesh, still dissipating into the air around him. Debbie’s stomach twisted before her mind even caught up.

She hadn’t wanted to believe it. Not when the late nights became more frequent. Not when his touch grew absentminded, distant, but never present. Not when his eyes, once so sure, so focused on her, had started wandering elsewhere, glazing over, as if staring at something she couldn’t see. But now she saw it, just barely, from it being well hidden.

She saw it in the way his hair was just a little too disheveled, no scuff marks from fighting the enemy per usual, but unkempt. Even in the way his lips were just a little too red—kissed, bitten, ruined. And she saw it in her. The woman standing behind him. The stranger. The one whose presence filled the gaps Nolan had left behind.

The silence was suffocating.

Debbie’s fingers curled at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She tried to breathe—tried to move—tried to do something, but all she could do was stand there, staring. For a fraction of a second, Nolan didn’t move either. Then almost too slowly—too carefully, he turned. The moment his gaze met hers, something flickered across his face. Not shock or guilt, but something closer to annoyance.

As if this ruinous, earth-shattering moment was nothing more than an inconvenience. “Debbie,” he said, her name a slow exhale. She flinched because now she could practically smell it—the proof of his infidelity.

Of what he had been doing for who knows how long.

"You're cheating on me," she whispered, her voice so hollow, so empty that she barely recognized it. Nolan didn’t deny it. Didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe, the ability to betray her grew easier over the years. Though, it still pained him to hurt the mother of his child.

Her heart pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else, drowning out the world, until all that was left was the unbearable weight of it. He had already decided this wasn’t worth lying about. Because in his mind— She didn’t matter enough to lie to.

The realization struck like a blade to the ribs, knocking the air from her lungs before she could even cry out. "Nolan?" Her voice cracked, splintering apart. "How long?" The answer didn’t come from him but from you. From the woman who was not human, not weak, not like her, standing behind him with an unreadable expression, her arms crossed.

"Years."

Debbie’s breath hitched, a sound seeping between a gasp and a sob. Nolan exhaled through his nose like he was, not irritated, but tired. Like this—like her—was something to be dealt with, something to be handled, rather than something he had destroyed. “Go home, Debbie.” It was so simple; so dismissive, like she was some pet, being sent away after wandering too close to something she was never meant to see.

Her whole body trembled, her mind screaming at her to move, to run, to do something but she didn’t. She only stared at the man she had loved. At the man who had built a life with her, had raised a child with her, had promised her a future—and saw nothing. Nolan turned away first as if she had already been forgotten. As if she were already gone. And that was when Debbie finally moved. Not toward him, not angrily toward the woman standing behind him, watching her with something impassive in her gaze—but away. And being the strongest version of herself, she hid this from Mark, because if not—all hell would break loose if his suspicions were confirmed. Not that it mattered—because as fate would have it—Mark and his father would soon come to fight over their differences. Your plot would be a small fragment in the long scheme of things; your needs were met long ago, but you became far too indulgent.

Perhaps you should expedite your next planetary conquest, squashing a few bugs would do for a distraction.

Concluded. For now. (Due to popular demand, the next part has been released.)

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

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[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode fourteen :: HEAR ME OUT.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various, lewis hamilton x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔girl you will not believe who texted y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

y/n: i’m sorry who is this?

xxx-xxx: it’s kelly

y/n: ?

y/n: kelly piquet?

xxx-xxx: unfortunately

xxx-xxx: its an emergency.

xxx-xxx: and girl to girl, we NEED to talk.

y/n: OH?

xxx-xxx: i need to see you.

xxx-xxx: will u be at the qatar gp?

y/n: yes!! we can talk there, but is it urgent?

xxx-xxx: i know what you’ve seen from me gives u every reason under the sun to not even want to breath the same air as me but this is for your safety.

y/n: i got you.

y/n: see you tomorrow.

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

y/n: if you’re available for gossip irl raise ur hand

angel carmen: no bc what where you doing with that demon i thought you knew better

princess george: explain pls 😐

chal eclair: hurry up and explain bae, alex is spamming me and she’s fuming 😍

y/n: she’s spamming me too 😭

wifey lily: the girls gc is going OFFFFF

girlfriend kika: for good fucking reason

girlfriend kika: fucking explain yourself y/n

PIERRE GASLYYYY: kika’s so mad i think she might explode 😭

alabono: lily too 😭

chili!: well good thing none of them are here bc y/n would gotten assaulted

angel carmen: yeah

babygirl alex: exactly

girlfriend kika: what carlos said

wifey lily: hm.

y/n: 😟

y/n: meeting in george’s drivers room?

my baby lando: on my way !!!!

chal eclair: we all are

︴# ⸝⸝ : ★ real life ¡ ⌕ ⸝⸝ ﹒ ﹕

“everyone here?” y/n asks as everyone tried to cram in between two chairs and a sofa. “yep” carlos squeaks with charles and lando on top of him on a lazy chair, “yeah, mate” george says, him, alex, and pierre on the sofa while daniel and yuki shared the second chair.

“girls?” y/n looks at her laptop. kika, carmen, alexandra and lily were on a zoom call. “all here” kika gave a thumbs up as y/n sat in the middle of the floor. “girl.” y/n says, “oh, this is gonna be good” lando giggles, “so kelly originally texted me the day champagne, sex and anxiety dropped and i didn’t recognise the number” y/n began.

“i thought she was someone else because the number was unknown but then she was like ‘girl to girl we need to talk’, so i was a bit like, oh?, y’know?” y/n says as she passes her phone to the boys so they can read the messages.

“and when we met earlier, she was like-”

“sorry, did i miss anything?” lewis rushed into the room, seemingly a bit out of breath. “no, it was just about to begin” carmen’s slightly distorted voice says. lewis not so subtly checks y/n out, licking his lips, pierre and daniel give each other a knowing look with charles and lando give y/n a little smirk and she mouths ‘shut up’.

“is that a chair?” george chuckles, lewis placed a chair he had brought with him next to the sofa and shrugged, “well, i knew there wouldn’t be space here” lewis said as he set the chair down. he was about to sit when he notice y/n was on the floor, “wait, you come sit on it” lewis tells y/n.

“no, no, it’s okay” y/n smiles, “doll, i don’t want you sitting on the floor, it’s cold” lewis shakes his head. the rest of the drivers all quietly giggle and nudge each other as the girls text each other something about how lewis was calling you ‘doll’ in front of everyone.

“well it��s here if you need it” lewis says as he sits on the chair.

“guys, hold on, so, what did kelly say?” alex asks.

“yeah, she was like ‘i got your number from max’ phone, sorry to contact you on your personal number, blah blah blah, how was your day?’ all that, but that doesn’t matter” y/n continued, “bro, she’s breaking up with max”

charles gasps, “no, she’s not!”

“did he cheat on her too?” george asks

“here we go again” yuki chuckles.

so many questions were being asked all at once, “boys, shut up so we can understand!” kika exclaimed and the boys quickly settled down again. “they’re breaking up because of me” y/n added and the noise began once more.

“she better not be blaming that on you” lando rolled his eyes.

“what do you mean because of you? you didn’t do anything” carlos frowned.

“i just know he cheated on her” yuki laughs.

“oh my god, all of you shut up!” lily exclaims.

“no, no, wait, max has been, allegedly, loosing his mind. kelly said that ever since they announced their relationship, hes been obsessing over me. to an almost dangerous level” y/n begins again. “define obsessing” george says.

“kelly said that when heartbreak syndrome came out, he was hyper fixated on the songs. he would analyse each song, line by line to figure out which line are about him.” y/n explain. yuki’s eyes widened while charles, lewis and lando physically recoiled. “he also tried to send me a cease and desist because some of the songs were ‘too specific’” she added.

“and also-”

“no, hold on, can we talk about this? because my body had a visceral reaction” lando interrupted with a dramatic hand on his chest. “yeah, that’s a bit much” lewis nodded, pierre muttered something into his hands while carlos looked just befuddled.

“wait, y/n, there’s more? you said also?” carmen frowned. “yeah, so, remember when kelly used to copy me on social media, girl, hold on” y/n got up and began pacing around the room, “apparently, max was forcing her to copy me so she looked like the crazy obsessed one” y/n said, “shut up, no he did not!” pierre said, “girl, yes he did! because he was stalking my accounts with her account” she added.

“what the fuck?” carlos asked and daniel had a frightened look on his face. everyone in the room had shocked looks on their face as they stared at each other. all those months of what seemed like kelly copying and shading y/n was all of max’s doing. “she also said that when i signed with mercedes, he like, lost it.”

“lost it? or lost it?” kika asked, “lost it.” y/n answered. “he was up there breaking things, screaming, crying, just loosing his mind” y/n explained. “heh, he just like me for real” lando chuckled, then everyone glared at him. “i’m so funny” he added.

“did she mention the billboards thing?” daniel asked. y/n nodded as she stood next to lewis, placing a hand over his shoulder. lewis, almost subconsciously, wrapped his arm around y/n’s waist. charles and george smirked at y/n and she gave them a look that said ‘I will throw my shoe at you’. “kelly overheard max literally orchestrating the whole thing on a phone call with the red bull employees, and not only were they going to burn billboards, they wanted to burn the merch stands and my signing booth.”

“okay, what the fuck?” carlos asks again as the girls gasp. “oh? oh, he was serious serious” charles says as he half covered his mouth in shock. “what do you mean the signing booth? you could’ve gotten hurt.” lewis tightened his grip on y/n, as he says with a frown making daniel and alex nod in agreement. “yeah! that could’ve gone really fucking bad” yuki crosses his arms over his chest.

“I wanna say something crazy” y/n began.

“yeah, let’s not…” carmen said, “let’s use our critical thinking, maybe, just maybe, we shouldn’t do crazy things!” alexandra sarcastically giggled, “max was doing crazy things and look where that got him” she added. “depends on what the crazy something is” daniel said, “hey! don’t enable her!” kika scolded him making him raise his hands, “i’m just saying that if-”

“I want to talk to max.” y/n said, and everyone went quiet.

“what?” alex, george and carlos asked in unison, looking confused. “really?” charles asked as him, lando and pierre looked grossed out. “woooooow” yuki deadpanned, him and daniel were visibly upset. alexandra and carmen sighed in disappointment and lewis.. looked angry.

“you’re not seeing him” lewis said.

“but–”

“no you-” lewis inhaled deeply before continuing, “doll, he could’ve hurt you. you heard what his girlfriend said.” he said as he stroked her waist. charles and lando smirked at her, “what did I just say?! critical thinking skills!” alexandra frowned.

“y/n, babe, i don’t have the patience.” lily said with a huge fake smile, y/n put her hands up defensively; “but i have a plan, okay, here me out.” she says.

“okay, let her cook-” lando began, only to be swiftly cut off by george, “no! she’s done cooking for today. banned from the kitchen.”

“guys, oh my god, please.” y/n whined, “i just wanna ask him about some things!” she added. yuki sat up, “i’ve been saying, let me speak to him for months but no one is letting me near him.” he crossed his arms over his chest. “you’re gonna stab him, bro, no!” pierre half chuckled, “…fair.” yuki grumbled.

“there is nothing, nothing, that you and that sloth can talk about.” carlos began, “not a single thing.” he added. “but!” lando clapped, “okay.. devil’s advocate-”

“shut the fuck up.” the girls cut him off, and he placed the dramatic hand back on his chest.

“y/n” lewis said with a soft smile as he pulled her on his lap. george and alex elbowed each other while charles, lando and carlos tried their best (worst) to keep their giggles down, and yuki and pierre took photos to send to kika later.

y/n’s heart beat a bit faster and she founded herself at a loss for words, “you’re not safe around him. if there’s something you want to ask him, ask his girlfriend to communicate it to him. there’s no reason for you to break no contact after all he did. he’s disrespected you and your name in public, has stalked you, damaged private property with your face on it, do i need to keep going?” lewis asked.

y/n shook her head, ���n-no, you d-don’t” she quietly answered.

“so what are you gonna do?” lewis asked, “not talk to max… privately.” she answered, he was nodding along, then he stopped. “you… what?”

“y/n, i will leap through this screen and stab you” alexandra threatened. “can we hear her out?” lando asked, “no!” the girls jumped at him again, the dramatic hand returned for a third time, “you’re just gonna let them yell at me like that?” he whined

“maybe you should hear me out!” y/n said, and there was a loud, collective of disappointment and annoyance. “and, yes, they’re your aunts, im your mother.” she answered lando.

“listen, next grand prix, all of you can be there, i just wanna ask him about the bullshit that he’s been doing.” she explained.

everyone looked at each other then at y/n, “really?” charles asked, “please?” y/n begged. “i’m in! sounds messy” lando giggled. kika chuckled, “no wonder you’re a PR nightmare.”

[lxclerc]

𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 — 𝐚𝐚𝟐𝟑

summary… the leclerc twins have a reputation of messing with drivers and they’ve got their eyes set on poor alex albon request… yes. pls let me sleep laura faceclaim… char argyrou pairing… alex albon x leclerc!reader

note… because laura graduated and got her driver’s license, i caved @coffeehurricanes

note again… this was surprisingly really fun to write as someone with my own annoying twin brother so it ended up longer than i meant it to which means this will have a part 2

part 1 | part 2

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yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc serving cunt (as always) (with my 3 fav minions)

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username yn casually and unknowingly dropping alex thirst traps

⤷ username she knows she’s feeding the alex girlies

charles_leclerc charles erasure

⤷ yn_leclerc you know youre my most fav (you have the most money)

⤷ charles_leclerc gee thanks

alex_albon i thought you’d put slime on my hair

⤷ yn_leclerc i told you i wouldn’t. i was trying to style your hair 🙄🙄🙄

⤷ alex_albon i have 0 trust in you

⤷ username alex is waiting for that mega prank like the rest of us are

⤷ username i’m fully convinced they’d make alex cry worse than lando

⤷ landonorris it was one time and they ruined my limited edition louis vuitton

⤷ yn_leclerc *accidentally*

⤷ charles_leclerc that i paid for

arthur_leclerc hanging out without me now

⤷ yn_leclerc you were too busy crying abt having no seat for next season 🤗

⤷ username one thing about yn is that she’ll always give her brothers the painful unfiltered truth

username ok but not enough people are talking abt shirtless alex

⤷ username no bc picture me this; shirtless alex, they’re alone and she’s fixing his hair

⤷ username …that does sound oddly intimate

⤷ username yall are tripping. she and arthur did the same thing to oscar and max remember, became super close with them then pranked them when they least expected it

⤷ username yes but also it’s been literal months with alex

⤷ username that just means that the prank will be spectacular

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc we are in badly need of your prayers for my twin sister, y/n 😓😞🙏

she’s fine. she’s just so insanely down bad for a man that she can’t say it to his face and needs me to follow them around so she can hang out with him bc she can’t look him in the eye.

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leclerc_pascale ay, arthur! J'ai eu peur pour ta sœur ! (you had me scared for your sister!)

⤷ arthur_leclerc Tu devrais avoir peur, maman ! Elle pleure cet homme tous les soirs et il ne sait même pas qu'elle l'aime. (you should be scared, mom! she cries over this man every night and he doesn’t even know she likes him)

⤷ yn_leclerc Taisez-vous ! !! fermez votre bouche ! arrêtez de parler ! (shut up!!! keep your mouth shut! stop talking!)

yn_leclerc you’re dead to me 🙂

yn_leclerc 🖕🖕🖕

yn_leclerc j'aurais dû te manger dans le ventre de ta mère (i should have eaten you in the womb)

yn_leclerc you no longer have a sister

⤷ arthur_leclerc Comment faire autrement pour flirter avec **** ? (how else will you flirt with ****?)

⤷ yn_leclerc TAISEZ-VOUS !!! (SHUT UP!!!)

charles_leclerc a man, huh?

⤷ lorenzotl 🤔🤔🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ username she gives no fucks 😭

username what are brothers for if not to publicly humiliate you?

username she’s so me coded actually

alex_albon prayers 🙏

⤷ arthur_leclerc thanks, mate. we appreciate it

alexandrasaintmleux and if i speak

⤷ yn_leclerc alexandra malena saint mleux don’t you dare

⤷ charles_leclerc you know too???

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🤐🤐🤐

username she’s like me bless

username for a M*N??

alex_albon

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alex_albon was just trying to buy midnight snacks and then we got lost

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yn_leclerc we didn’t get lost bc i had a map 😁

⤷ alex_albon that you didn’t know how to use

⤷ yn_leclerc you weren’t exactly offering your map reading knowledge either, albono

⤷ alex_albon watching you struggle was adorable

⤷ username HE CALLED HER ADORABLE

⤷ username idc what anyone says, i am an ynalex truther

arthur_leclerc i was there too, guys

⤷ yn_leclerc you complained the entire time

⤷ arthur_leclerc because you woke me up to accompany you guys

charles_leclerc why is there a puddle on the floor?

⤷ yn_leclerc alex dropped one of the ten liters big water bottle

⤷ alex_albon lies. y/n dropped it and i had to say i did because she looked like she’s about to start crying.

⤷ charles_leclerc yeah, that sounds like my sister

username alex, don’t trust them or else they’ll make you cry like they did lando

⤷ username we’re looking out for you 😭

georgerussell63 mate, don’t be getting comfortable with those two

⤷ yn_leclerc slander

⤷ arthur_leclerc fake

⤷ georgerussell63 you put a rat in my cereal

⤷ arthur_leclerc *plastic* rat

⤷ georgerussell63 i dropped and cracked my phone

⤷ yn_leclerc sounds like you were being clumsy 💁‍♀️

username george is forever traumatised by that rat

username hear me out 👀

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc thirst trapping bc posting on my close friend that only has him in it isn’t enough apparently

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username she is so me!!!

username doesn’t matter how famous or pretty you are, you’ll always have an instagram close friends with only him in it

logansargeant i saw your close friends story on ****’s phone a few days ago 🤔🤔

⤷ yn_leclerc why were you looking over his phone you muppet?

⤷ logansargeant i just happened to glance by

⤷ username it’s alex. i’m fucking telling you all. ITS ALEX

⤷ username there’s literally no way it’s not alex

⤷ username it could be oscar

⤷ username bitch since when was o s c a r four letters?

⤷ username jack is four letters. they could be trying to throw us off

⤷ username JUST ACCEPT THAT ITS ALEX

charles_leclerc put a shirt on

⤷ yn_leclerc no ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc 😡😡😡

⤷ username she’s always so unserious when it comes to charles lmao

arthur_leclerc abt to bleach my eyes brb

⤷ lorenzotl pass it over after

⤷ charles_leclerc pass it here too

⤷ yn_leclerc i could build a castle out of all the bricks they throw at me 💁‍♀️

username those leclerc genes are leclercing

username girl get the hell up 😭😭

charles_leclerc added to his story!

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc in the 1500s off in a foreign land, i was forced to marry another man (he can’t take the hint that i’ve been in love with him for years now)

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username whoever he is, please just ask her out already 😭

username girl, i’ve said this before but for the love of god get the hell up!!! you are better than this!

⤷ yn_leclerc i fear i’m not, bff 😔

⤷ username man down 😓

logansargeant i’m telling you rn that he’s as in love with you!

⤷ yn_leclerc did he tell you that 🤨

⤷ logansargeant no but he wouldn’t have put up with for this long if he doesn’t

⤷ yn_leclerc he’s put up with you for an entire year

⤷ logansargeant yes but he’s paid to put up with me

⤷ username this is all the confirmation that i need. it’s alex

username take the goddamn hint already @alex_albon

charles_leclerc WHO IS IT

⤷ lorenzotl it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?

⤷ charles_leclerc okay but whoooooo

⤷ username charles is worse than alex 😭

arthur_leclerc this is getting pathetic. @alex_albon it’s you mate. she likes you, you like her. kiss it out 🙄

⤷ yn_leclerc ARTHURRRRRRRRR

⤷ username arthur 😭😭😭😭😭😭

⤷ charles_leclerc WHAT?

username arthur starting chaos bc hes so tired of listening to y/n mope 😭

username arthur revealing y/n’s crush and publicly embarrassing her (again), charles being shocked not having a single clue and lorenzo not caring as much is peak brother behaviors in ways i cannot explain

username i fucking told yall its alex

landonorris mate dont leave a lady waiting @alex_albon

⤷ oscarpiastri yeahhh

⤷ yn_leclerc both of you shut the hell up before i replace your shampoo with nair

⤷ landonorris how would you even have access to my shampoo-

⤷ oscarpiastri don’t ask mate. she’s done it before to dennis in f3

username paging @alex_albon

username @alex_albon dont fucking fumble a bad bitch like her come on now

alex_albon oh?

⤷ yn_leclerc public announcement that y/n y/m/n leclerc has died in a ditch and cannot be contacted at this hour. or ever.

⤷ alex_albon i know where you live

⤷ yn_leclerc locking the doors and putting salt around the property as we speak

happy birthday and congratulations to my most loved laura. i love and adore you and i can’t wait to watch you be the woman that you’re always been capable of.

[ghostgirl-22]

I fear I need more art calling patrick daddy

my lovely Mel you requested this at the beginning of the year so sorry for the delay 😅 I combined it with a similar anon request <33 original fic is here. My apologies for this being so long! I was so tired and also on my period when writing this so I’m really sorry if it comes across tired and horny 😭

CW: 18+ NSFW daddy kink, mild voyeurism/exhibitionism

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It’s barely been ten minutes since Patrick had a very drunk Art all over him, hands down Art’s boxers, jerking him off while Art whispered daddy in his ear over and over. So ridiculous in his voice. With his cadence. It’s fucking insane. Patrick feels insane because now Arts sitting on his bed width wise. He’s showered and cleaned up in fresh clothes, resting his back against the wall. Fidgety, he’s swinging his socked feet back and forth and biting his thumb like nothing ever happened. Like Patrick didn't just tell him he wanted to fuck him. Like he didn't just basically say yes. 

Art’s roommate Ethan (who doesn’t know much about Patrick except that his silent dislike is mutual) wants to tell Art all about his night out. Talking and bragging about this gay bar he went to in San Francisco. Patrick is annoyed and hard but whatever. he’s not a total asshole so he lets them talk while he scrolls through his iPod. He’s already tried to go use the bathroom but it was pointless, he’s too hard to piss without making a mess everywhere.  

“One day I’m gonna make you come out with me. I’ll even pretend to be your boyfriend…you know…just so you don’t get hit on.” Ethan says to Art he’s in the same position on his own bed, Patrick rolls his eyes. 

“Why? Are they gonna wanna kiss me or something?” Art says playfully. He’s so giggly, eyes like little half moons, chest full of hiccups. Incurably flirtatious when he’s had too much to drink. Exactly how he and Patrick ended up doing what they just did. And so many other things before that. 

“Are you kidding, blondie? Fuck. They’d be all over you.” Ethan says, hungry eyes looking over Arts body.

Patrick thinks Arts drunk little roomie should shut the fuck up and go to bed so Patrick can finally cross the line. He’s resting on Art’s pillow, knees drawn up, he scrolls past the song Blame It on the Alcohol by Jaime Foxx. Just the perfect song for Art right now. He taps Art’s thigh with his barefoot and shows him the iPod. 

Art squints at him and then crawls closer to see the iPod screen. he should be wearing glasses but he never puts them on, crawls on his hands and knees, between Patrick’s thighs so he can see the title properly and then he grins. “Send it to me.” 

“When I get on my computer,” Patrick says. 

“Please just don’t fucking forget,” Art gazes at him— wet lips, eyes fully dilated. He smiles. So flirty. Fucking slut. Patrick needs to be inside him.

“So how was your night, Art?” Ethan goes on, like he’s determined to be oblivious. Art does a dramatic flop onto the bed next to Patrick, head on the same pillow. 

“It was so… tired,” Art groans into the pillow.

”Yeah me too,” Ethan says. “If you want… I don’t mind sharing with you if your friend wants this bed to himself. You know, like what we did when my sister was here.”

“No he jerked off in my bed and made a mess, he should have to sleep in it.” Art mumbles without looking up. 

Ethan presses his lips together, eyes narrowing in Patrick’s direction, subtly irritated. Patrick smirks at him. Ethan rolls his eyes and finally starts getting ready for bed. He leaves the TV on. they both leave it on every night.  Patrick thinks he hears the Ethan snoring after a bit but he’s worried that Art’s actually fallen asleep too. He’s lying on his tummy, hugging the pillow. Patrick puts the iPod down and rolls over. “You still gonna let daddy fuck you?” He whispers.

“Mm,” Art hums and rolls over. “You’re such a freak.”   

“You started it.” Patrick smiles, rubbing his bottom. Art sits up. Leans in too close. He’s still so drunk. Patrick tangles his fingers into golden curls “if you’re daddy… what am I? Baby?” Art asks. 

“Mmhm,” Patrick nods. Convinced every time Art says it, an angel gets a halo or whatever the phrase is.  

“So fucked up,” Art whispers and Patrick kisses him. Art slips his tongue in right away, wet and warm, exploring Patrick’s mouth. Before long he’s moaning a little bit. Stuff he does when he’s drunk. He’s got Patricks leg between his thighs, pressed along his erection. He starts grinding. Patrick pulls back, dizzy already.

“Mm no you’re not coming like that,” Patrick whispers. 

“Cause you wanna fuck me?” Art hiccups, trying to sneak another kiss, Patrick stops him. 

“No. I’m going to fuck you.” 

“Mmkay daddy. But you have to be really quiet,” He whispers, grinning.

Patrick comes apart, but only a little bit, he touches himself idly before balling his fingers to make himself stop. He brackets Art’s waist instead. “Has your roommate ever fucked you?”

Art gets the giggles. “No.” 

“You kiss him?” 

“Uh once but we were—“

”You were drunk,” Patrick finishes for him. 

“Yeah, like now,” Art says, this time he manages to steal a kiss before Patrick presses him back down on the bed and he’s grinning. 

“You’re so naughty,” Patrick whispers. 

“What? Are you gonna spank me?” Art grins, “like make me call you daddy when you do it?” 

God. His stupidly soft, sing-song voice and that fucking word. Makes Patrick’s skin tingle at every spot where their bodies are touching. “I don’t know. Should we try it?” Patrick whispers softly. “You let me spank you till you’re red all over, till you’re squirming and crying, and your hole is twitching for me. Till your dick is so hard and your balls are so full. And you’re begging me to just please, please fuck you? And I promise you I will if you just ask daddy so nicely?”  

Art’s gone silent, he’s settled on his back, knees pulled up and falling open, the slightest glimpse of his tongue flitting across his lips, as he gazes up at Patrick. So goddamn magic.   

“You have lube?” Patrick asks. 

“I um— I think my roommate does.” 

“Go get it.” 

Art obeys. crawls off the single and sneaks over to his roommates side. There’s still the sound of his roommates' soft snoring. Not that Patrick actually gives a fuck if they wake him, outside of how Art will react. 

He stumbles over and pulls a small bottle of lube out of his roomie's nightstand and brings it back to the bed. Patrick stops him mid straddle as he’s moving to climb over him. “Sit, I want you to put it on.” 

Art’s a little breathless. He settles on Patrick’s thighs and Patrick watches him. He slowly tugs at the waist band of Patrick’s boxers and his long neglected dick rises at attention.

”Oh,” Art’s breathing goes shallow, his eyes widen like he’s seeing it in a new light now that he’s thinking of it going inside him. 

“You see what you do to me?” Patrick asks gently.

“Fuck… Patrick… I don’t think I can…” 

“Yes you can, of course you can. You’re so talented.” Patrick says.

”But…” he takes a breath. One that tells Patrick he’s actually kinda nervous. “It’s too much… daddy.” he teases, dancing his fingers over the length. Patrick scoots closer. God. This could ruin him.  “ I’ve never had anything inside me before.” 

“I know, baby. God, you make my fucking teeth ache.” Patrick breathes, coming to the distant realisation that he’s shivering. 

Art is squirming on Patrick’s lap, touching it like he doesn’t want to get caught touching but he can’t stop himself.  “Daddy I wanna…” and then he does something that breaks Patrick a little bit more, he takes hold of the base more firmly and presses it to his lips. 

“Oh, oh shit,” Patrick hisses as Art fills his mouth. Just puts as much in as he can. Inexperienced, teeth scraping and everything, making it fucking hot and painful at the same time. 

Patrick can’t help himself, jerking his hips up. ”Art nngh… shit… oh fuck…you gotta stop or ‘m gonna fucking come in your mouth baby… fuck,” Patrick groans as his blonde head bobs up and down. 

Art pulls back and looks up at him, eyes all sparkly and oh… Patrick realizes he’s gone. He’s so far gone. “Mm sorry.” He hiccups. “I think I’m just dizzy.” He’s still touching Patrick idly, can’t stop touching. 

Patrick takes a deep breath and steadies Arts hand. Such a smart kid, all higher thoughts hijacked by just the sight of Patrick’s swollen dick, Patrick hasn’t even fucked him yet. He grins in spite of himself.  “You like it?” 

“Mmhm,” Art nods. Jesus. he’s practically drooling.   

Patrick snatches the lube from Arts useless hands. He’s barely got any self control left. He starts coating his dick with it. Using too much, for Art’s sake. Art is fixated on his movements. Lips parted, eyes glassy. Head empty.

“Lay down,” Patrick says, softly. Art is so silly. He lays down facing Patrick, and Patrick makes him turn over to face his roommates bed, grabs his hips to pull him back. “Take these down,” Patrick says. 

Art eases his shorts down over his ass and Patrick presses up against his entrance. Art’s breath hitches, he’s suddenly tense. The heat of him is already making Patrick’s mouth water. He’s so tight. stupid little virgin. Patrick’s impatient, but decides to prep him just a little. Slips his finger in, and listens to Art whine before he tries again with the head of his dick. 

Art is holding his breath and Patrick rubs his side, “breathe, i know it’s a lot. I know. I know. You’re doing so good, baby. Taking such a big one right out of the gate. Such a good boy.” Patrick whispers, he’s short circuiting just a bit. Going crazy just a little bit. 

Art takes deep breaths. “Really?” 

“Yes, so good for me baby. Oh so fucking tight. I can feel you stretching for me. Fuck. I feel you opening up for every inch of me. Your body just taking me in.” 

“Mm,” Art squirms, clenching, clenching so tightly and fuck Patrick thinks for the first time tonight he’s probably not gonna fucking last. 

“Mm, it feels so…” Art whines, breathlessly. “It’s so big, it’s so… full. I feel really full. I feel so…weird.” 

“It’s okay… it’s okay. Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Breathe. Fuck. Just breathe through it. You feel that… how much your body needs it. Squeezing me. So fucking tight.” 

Art’s whining, panting like their full on fucking and Patrick’s not much better, he kisses Art’s shoulder, he’s nearly all in when Art wants a break. He’s settled with Patrick inside him, cockwarming him while Patrick runs his finger tips idly over Arts pelvis. 

“Patrick. Can I—” 

“Mm that’s not how we’re talking right now, is it?” Patrick says, his voice tight. Art’s squirming all over him.  

“Daddy,” Art whispers. 

It takes everything not to pound into him when he says it. Pitched high and desperate. “MmHm.” Patrick breathes.

“Daddy please can I—- I wanna suck— I want something in my mouth,” Art whines. 

Fuck. It’s on brand. This is the same kid that was still sucking his thumb when Patrick met him after all.  

“Is that what you need?”

“Yes please, need it so much,” 

He teases his fingers inside Arts wet mouth, doesn’t do it gentle. Shoves so much inside Art is immediately drooling on him. Wiggling on Patrick’s dick, the little bit of stretch and movement has him moaning. Patrick squeezes his eyes shut, tries to let him get used to it but too much more of this and he’s gonna black out. Probably wake up with Art beneath him, load after load of come dripping out of him.    

“I think… I think… can you fuck me now? ” 

“Is that how you ask?” 

“Please daddy,” Art whines. “Please fuck me.”

Patrick’s hips are rocking right away, not bothering to be soft or gentle with it. “daddy was going so fucking crazy letting you play around with my big long dick inside you. I might have to fill you with a couple loads before I can stop baby. Is that okay baby? Hm? Is it okay?”

Art moans. “Yes daddy” He gasps. And that’s it. That’s the end. That’s all it takes.

Patrick is losing control, Art’s first time and he’s losing control.  Pumping furiously in and out and in and out of him.  gripping his waist, so tight, too tight. It’s so much fucking better than anything he could ever imagine. This insanely tight, silky wet heat. Art moaning, swearing, begging for more. He’s so loud. It’s filthy actually, his pretty voice saying things like, “more daddy, more, please daddy, fuck me more… I’ll be so good…”  

“Shh… my god,” Patrick whispers, “fuck sweetheart… I know it feels good but Jesus christ,” he’s covering Art’s mouth to try and muffle him. 

His poor roommate isn’t snoring anymore, in the pale light of the television Patrick can practically make out the frantic way his sheets are moving. He’s definitely awake, watching, touching himself.  

Patrick loses everything when Art starts meeting his thrusts. The bed squeaking. Heavy breathing. The television low, white noise in the background. 

Patrick takes his hand off Art’s mouth to bring him to completion, gripping him, jerking him. Can’t muffle Art’s sounds any more. He can’t help a breathless laugh for how feral Art’s gone by the time he comes. He’s practically full volume, no thoughts in his head except for how much he needs to cum…hips stuttering, spurting all over his sheets. Patrick grips his waist and buries his load deep inside, groaning into his curls. 

“Mm, fuck,” he moans. 

“Yeah,” Art agrees breathless. 

And suddenly Patrick needs to pee like a race horse. He’s pulling out and Art groans reluctantly as Patrick gets out of bed. 

“Where are you going?” He whines. 

“Right back in a minute,” Patrick says, rushing into the bathroom, he barely makes it. 

Art can’t wait a minute. He’s pushing in the door. His boxers all twisted, hair all sexed up. Skin flushed. And immediately Patrick thinks he might need a second round.

“Miss me?” He smirks.

“No.” Art says, but he’s smiling.

“It’s okay, I have that effect on people.” 

Art’s eyes follow the movement of Patrick tucking himself back into his boxers and he pads closer to meet him near the sink. “My roommate just said he really wants to fuck me next.” His voice is a little worn out. Of course he sounds hot. 

“Surprise of the century.” Patrick mutters.. Art yawns, hugging himself, his t-shirt lifts slightly and Patrick can see little pink bruises on his hips in the shape of Patrick’s fingers. Yeah he needs another round. Patrick reaches for him. He steps closer and lets Patrick grab him with wet hands and kiss his cheek. “What’d you tell him? Not that it matters. Cause he doesn’t get to.”

Art smirks at him in the mirror, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “Seriously?”

”Yeah seriously.” 

“What do you care? You have a girlfriend.”

”I know.”

”So maybe I can do whatever I want.” Art turns to face him, challenging him. 

“Mm that was true… yesterday…but then you made a mistake and called me daddy, and that means every boy that wants you needs my permission first.”

“That’s marriage.” 

“It’s everything.” 

Art bounces from one foot to the other, his eyes getting shiny again and that’s when Patrick knows he’s won. “You’re a freak.” Art says, but he doesn’t disagree and Patrick smiles and follows him back into the bedroom. 

[verstappen-cult]

hiii idk if youre doing reqs rn but how about lestappen x reader where shes unused to being taken care of, having to succumb to the fact she needs help after an injury (nothing too graphic like maybe a sprained ankle or a broken wrist) and max and charles trying their best to make her understand that they *want* to help and that she has to let them and her yk kinda warming up to the idea idkkk😭 feel free to ignore it i js thought it was sweet✋️😔

You turn on the kitchen lights and Charles and Max are immediately pausing the game and turning around, surprised to see you supporting all your weight in your left leg, while keeping your balance by leaning against the wall.

Max is up in a blink of an eye. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” He helps you walk to one of the stools by the kitchen counter.

“I wanted something to eat.” You say, sitting down and trying not to show how relieved you are. Your ankle is still hurting but you don’t want to worry them.

“You could’ve just told us.” Charles joins you and Max in the kitchen. “What do you want?” He asks you while walking towards the fridge.

You wince, looking down at your hands. “I can prepare something. You’re busy.”

“We were just playing FIFA.” Max leans down to leave a kiss on your cheek. “We weren’t exactly busy.”

“Still,” You argue back, this time looking at your blonde haired boyfriend. “I can do it myself.”

“You’re supposed to be resting, or you’re not gonna get better.”

Charles is right.

And just because of that you accept his offer to make something to eat.

“I’d like some pasta, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Charles frowns as he takes all the ingredientes out of the fridge. “If it’s not too much trouble? Are you hearing yourself?”

Max gives him a disapproving look when he sees you look away.

“You sit here and we’re gonna take care of it, okay?” Max smiles before helping his boyfriend to avoid any incident like it always happens when Charles cooks. Or tries to.

While they’re occupied you think that is a good idea to take a shower to feel fresh and clean before dinner.

But the second you move to get up, Charles is by your side ready to help you.

It makes you feel a lot of things, some good and bad — especially some bad ones. Because the last thing you wanted was to cause trouble and have them running behind you to help with whatever you need, forcing them to cancel events to stay at home with you. Which is exactly what happened.

“What do you want?”

You groan, “I’m gonna take a shower.”

“I’ll run a bath for you.” Charles smiles brightly, forcing you to sit back down. But you don’t let him get away, grabbing his wrist.

“I can do it,” You feel stressed and a burden, and there are tears pricking your eyes. “You don’t need to do everything for me.”

Max stops chopping the vegetables to pay attention to you. “We know that,” He says with a weird expression on his face that you don’t really want to think about right now. “we’re trying to help you. You fell down and are in a lot of pain even if you want us to believe otherwise.”

You blush because you thought you were doing a pretty good job hiding how bad you actually feel.

“When we said that we want to take care of you, it was because we mean it. Nothing is more important than you.” Charles rubs his thumb over your knuckles, while you feel really small and scolded like a little kid.

“I just–,” You hide behind your hands, finally letting the tears fall freely down your face. “I don’t wanna be a burden.”

They stay silent for a few minutes. And then, you feel Max arms on your back while Charles lifts your chin up with his fingers. They look softly at you which only makes you cry harder.

“Oh, princess.” Max wipes the tears with the pad of his fingers. “We love you. Of course we want to take care of you and help with anything you need. You’re never gonna be a burden for us, okay?”

“I know you’d do the same for us.” Charles lets you rest your head against his chest as the both of them hold you in their arms. “Will you let us take care of you?”

You want to say no, but deep down you want to be taken care of. But you’re so used to doing everything by yourself, you never had someone worrying this much for you, never had someone who cared. And now you don’t have one but two people willing to drop everything just to take care of you.

You nod against Charles’ chest, tears still flowing down your face, and whisper, “Okay.” Even if you still want to fight against it and do everything by yourself.

Maybe things need to change a little.

[w2soneshots]

Ibiza -W2S

words: 1.2k+

warnings: alcohol consumption.

summary: you spend the day on a yacht while your boyfriend and his mates film hide & seek. You deal with his mean drunkenness. Then when you get back to the villa you take care of him.

notes: this is based off of this request!! I think drunk Harry’s hilarious😭. Don’t forget to reblog! Enjoy this extra lone one💓✨

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y/username: Ibiza 2024!🌴🍹🌺☀️💘

Tagged: @wroetoshaw @behzingagram @faithloisak @taliamar @freyanightingale

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user31096420: another iconic sidemen holiday

user91837410: she's so fit

A few days ago we arrived in Ibiza. It was initially just going to be the boys because they were planning a few sidemen videos. But they decided that there hasn't been a proper holiday with everyone for years since, Ethan and Faith had Olive, Me and Harry got married, as well as Simon and Talia so we cleared our schedules and booked tickets.

We're here for a week and plan on doing as much relaxing as we can but the boys still need to film their videos. Today they're filming a hide and seek on a huge yacht. We're all staying in a massive villa that's really close to the sea line. "Morning." Harry yawned. My sleepy face curved into a content smile. "Good morning." I whispered before kissing his soft lips. Harry wrapped his arms around my torso. "Do we have to get up?" He dug his head into my neck. "Yes Haz. The boats booked for eleven." I replied. He groaned.

Eventually I got him up and we began getting ready. I pulled on a bikini that wouldn't give me offensive tan lines, since I'm planning on laying in the sun all day. Then popped on a cute cover up. Once I'd sorted my hair and covered myself in suncream I headed downstairs where everyone was sat eating breakfast. I said "good morning." then grabbed a plate of fresh fruit along with a smoothie.

After breakfast we all collected the last of our things then just as the taxis pulled up we left. Harry helped Ethan get Olives stuff into the boot while I carried the baby for Faith while she clipped in the car seat. It's only a ten minute drive so we were soon being dropped off at the dock. The day before yesterday we spent a few hours on a smaller boat but today (since they're filming a video) the yacht is massive. The crew also flew in yesterday to film this video so they met us here.

We were told not to grab our things from the taxis because the staff on board would get it for us. When we got onto the yacht we were immediately given drinks and a quick toor. The woman brought us up some stairs. "And these are the tanning loungers." Me and the girls looked at each other with a smile. "This is where I'm going to be spending the rest of the day." Talia joked, but she was being fully serious and I felt exactly the same.

The boys wondered off to film the intro for the video and all four of us girls lay down on a lounger, while Olive slept next to Faith in a little travel cot under one of the large umbrellas. I chatted quietly with Talia, Freya started reading her book and Faith soaked up the sun. We could hear the boys screaming, shouting and laughing as they filmed. Vik was the seeker and wasn't doing the best job which was obvious from what we could see from the top deck, but I'm sure that will make the video even funnier.

Once Harry, Ethan and Josh had been found we caught them peering up at us quite a few times. "You all look like creeps you know!" I shouted. The girls laughed from beside me and the boys faces turned a bright shade of red. "You just look too good in that bikini babe!" Harry shouted back sarcastically. I smirked with a shake of my head. Then returned to tanning.

After almost three hours the boys finally finished filming so we had some lunch. As the day went on we jumped into the sea, played mafia and just sat around enjoying each other's company. Everyone began actually drinking as it started to get later. Accept me, Faith, JJ and Tobi because I had had like one or two but really couldn't be arsed with a hangover, Faith needed to look after Olive and JJ and Tobi don't drink.

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I sat next to Harry as he swayed back and forth slightly. "You alright?" I asked. He was clearly very drunk. "What? Oh. Shut up I'm fine." He replied. I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I looked around the group, all eyes on us. I burst into a fit of laughter. "Alright big man I think it's time you get to bed." I tried to help him stand. "No!" He shouted. I sighed tiredly. "Here. I'll help." Tobi got up from his seat. We decided to all call it a night so left the ship and got taxi's back to the villa.

"Here you go mate." JJ murmured as him and Tobi lay an almost asleep Harry on our bed. "Thanks boys." I smiled as they walked out with a quick "good night." I pulled Harry's clothes off, leaving him in just his boxers. Then I placed a glass of water on his nightstand, along with some paracetamol for his hangover. Thankfully Harry usually isn't physically sick when he has a hangover so there was no need for a bucket. After I took a quick shower I slipped into bed, next to him.

The next morning I got up decently early to make everyone breakfast. Faith was already downstairs since Olive had been awake for quite awhile and she didn't want to wake Ethan up since he was hungover and he woke up early yesterday for Olive. "Good morning you cutie." I greeted Olive in my high pitched baby voice, that seems to just appear whenever I'm around animals or babies. She giggled with the sweetest little smile.

"Morning." Faith also smiled as I sat down next to her on the couch. "So last night Harry seemed to be a little..." "mean." I finished her sentence. "Well yea." She breathed out a laugh. "He's a mean drunk. It really doesn't bother me to be honest. I find it hilarious." I chuckled. "I'm glad, I was a little concerned." "The first time we went out together it was a bit of a shock to the system but over the years I realised that it's just how he reacts to alcohol."

After a good chat with Faith I headed back upstairs to check on Harry. I slowly opened to door to see Harry front down on the bed with his face turned towards the door. I walked towards him and squatted in front of him. "Harry." I whispered as my hand gently stroked his face. He groaned. "Have some paracetamol love." I grabbed the pack from the nightstand. "My head hurts." He slowly opened one of his eyes. I smiled at him "I know. Sit up for me."

He pushed himself up and turned over so he was sitting against the headboard. He took the tablet along with almost the entire glass of water. "Was I mean?" He asked quietly. I laughed "Uhm... I've had much worse." He groaned as he covered his face with his hands. "Sorry." He mumbled. "Don't be. You were completely gone with the fairies." I said sarcastically. He chuckled but then winced, probably from the pounding headache. "Go back to sleep. I'll have breakfast downstairs when you're ready." I quickly pecked his forehead. "You're too good to me." He replied as he returned to his previous position.

[lustlovehart]

Hi!! I have never requested anything before, so I really hope that I am doing this right!! So I have been thinking about Scaramouche and reader having a secret relationship. One day they are making out in his office (still kind of sfw) and just before it gets too steamy, a subordinate knocks on the door and they both have to act like nothing happened with flushed faces 🤭🤭

I really hope that you get what I mean😭 It would be very nice, if you accepted this request!!/nf Thank youu!!!!!!!!

A/n: Coincidentally enough, I actually had something in my wips with this same prompt. Also, I may have gone a biiitt away from the exact request, but I think I still kept most of what you wanted!!

Summary: Sometimes the two of you are too absorbed with eachother to notice what surrounds you.

Warnings: Extremely Suggestive but no explicit NSFW, marking, like one sentence of angst

People in the fatui talk, there is no doubt about that in your mind. They don’t exactly try to hide their whispers, nor do they try to to disguise their gossip. All they can truly do is protect what leaves their mouth with the thin barrier of their hand covering what they say. Though, there has been one topic of note that every fatuus has been spouting as of recently,

“Are any of the harbingers in a romantic relationship??”

"Not sure... They seem to be very focused on the work the Tsaritsa bestows upon them."

"You're right... Though, it would be interesting, dont you think?"

Your hand immediately slams onto the harbingers expensive wooden desk, an attempt to catch yourself before you fall onto the hard flooring. Your neck is bent toward the left, allowing the man in front of you easy accesses to the area.

"Kuni.... Could you not wait... Ha... Until you're off the job...?" Your fingers are intertwined with his violet strands, his own hands in turn roaming up and down your body, wrinkling your uniform.

His lips pop off your skin, the feeling of wet salvia being felt. You can't see it, but if you did you're sure it would be extremely noticeable.

"Why would I wait? We can just do it now."

The two of you are only meant to collect paperwork for an upcoming exchange with another fatui branch, you have no idea how this had came to be.

His left arm reachs to your bottom, hoisting you up onto the surface of the table, his other hand wiping any items on the top to the floor, loud clangs echoing through the room.

"Don't you need those? What if they're broken...?"

"Don't focus on that, pay attention to me. Besides, my budget is enough to cover it anyway."

Right, Fatui Harbinger... Rich. His fingers grip onto the back of your head pulling you into him as his mouth immediately connects to your own. You're sure you can feel literal static surrounding the two of you as your lips lock against on another.

To him, though his body might not be human, every feeling you give him is enough to make him feel truly alive. If he had the choice to choose between you and godhood, he's sure he wouldn't know what to pick.

It doesn't matter now though, if he has you, he's sure life for him won't be as pitiful as it once was.

When you try pulling away from the exchange his lips follow you like magnets, it's only when you push away with more force does he remember that you need air, unlike the vessel he holds with a limitless lung capacity.

Your forehead is rested against his as you pant, a thin line of saliva still connecting the two of you, the man's hands is still groping at whatever piece of skin he could reach, a laugh leaving his throat as he looks at the flustered state you're in.

"What? Couldn't keep up with me?"

"Be... Haa... Be quiet..."

"What was that? I'm gonna need you to speak up [Name], my mechanical ears can't hear you."

You were getting tired of his comments, immediately pulling him in for more while his finger rush to take your shirt uniform off you.

Once he had taken it off, he didn't seem to care where it landed, only throwing it somewhere random in the open space.

His hands creep up your legs, ready to undo whatever you were wearing down there as well.

Since you had only expected to grab some documents, it seemed the thought of locking the door had completely escaped you.

"My Lord! The Regrator is currently asking for you-"

Your hands immediately fly up to save any dignity you have left of yourself, Scaramouches arms doing best he can to cover your body.

"Out."

It seemed the soldier was in shock, as his eyes could only keep between the two completely embarrassed individuals, one of them being half naked.

"Did you not hear me? I said leave." You're sure the subordinate saw him in a horrifying light, but looking at him up close you could easily tell just how red his face is, even despite having no blood circulation.

"Of- Of course my lord! I will be waiting outside!" He immediately dashed through the door a loud slam bouncing off the walls.

When you look back at him as his fingers pinch the his nose bridge, an obvious agitated look spread across his face.

-----

"Were you not taught by your caretakers to knock on doors before you open them? No... Maybe they're just as incompetent as you are."

Though your clothes were haphazardly put back on, you still stood by the harbingers side as he demeaned the fatuus, smoothing out any wrinkles your uniform had.

"Forgive me my lord..."

To be honest, you wouldn't have gone with the man, if it weren't for the fact you're sure he would obliterate the soldier if you weren't there.

"So... Are you and [Name] together-?"

"Continue talking if you wanna be sent back home in a coffin."

Though harsh words keep leaving his esophagus, you can still notice the vibrant red spread around his face when he replies.

------

"Good job not electrocuting the guy Kuni."

"Who says I'm not gonna do It on another date?"

"If you don't we can pick up where we left off when we get to my house."

"Ha, if that's what you really want."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ruggie, Trey: More and More

TWST once again picks the most INCRIMINATING villain shots to display in the picture frames 😭 I am BEGGING the museum curator to do better/j

A Tale as Old as Time.

A lion cub, a warthog, and a meerkat.

It was an odd trio, a group of animals that, under normal circumstances, would never be together. Certainly not like this—not grinning, snuggling up with each other. Carnivore, herbivore, omnivore. Sharing the lives they had, joined in heart and in song.

No worries for the rest of their days.

Ruggie snickered behind one hand. Man, ain't that the dream?

"They've got nice smiles."

The hyena's ears perked. His eyes shifted to a Heartslabyul student gazing upon the same painting. Tall, built well, in glasses.

"Come again?"

"Their teeth," Trey clarified, pointing. "You see? They have different shapes based on their diet. Warthogs mainly eat vegetables, so they have strong, flat molars for crushing plants. But lions are carnivores, so their teeth are sharper for slicing through meat. And meerkats--"

"Okay, I get it already! Now quit it, you sound almost as creepy as Rook." Ruggie groaned. "Can't believe you take one look at this and your first thought is what's in their mouths."

"You don't?" The joke fell flat, and Trey let it go "How about you? What's your first thought when you look at this? If I'm remembering correctly, this painting is based on a story from your country. Does it have significance to you?"

"Eh, it’s some story about a warthog and a meerkat coming together to raise a lost cub they found."

"Really." Trey's eyebrows raised. "How did they manage to feed a baby lion? They probably need a lot of protein, and I don't think a warthog and a meerkat could hunt enough for it."

"Nah, they figured something out." He pinched his thumb and index finger together, peering through the small gap between them and right at the vice dorm leader. "Bugs."

"Bugs?!" Trey startled.

"Yup, there's plenty of 'm and they're packed full of protein for a growing young prince.”

“Prince?”

“Did I not mention it before? Turns out that the lion cub was a missing prince, and they had no idea. When the prince was all grown up, he returned to claim his kingdom with the warthog and the meerkat. The animals were able to get over their differences and live together in harmony. It all started with bugs—that’s pretty resourceful, isn’t it?”

"I didn’t think there would be a twist that wild from a story that started with eating bugs. We sometimes eat flowers in the Queendom, but usually as a garnish or for a snack, not for a whole meal. Is it a cultural difference...?"

Ruggie shrugged. "Sometimes you don't have much of a choice in what you eat. If life hands you lemons when you're starving, are you going to turn it down? 'Course not."

I can't afford that kind of luxury.

"Well, when you put it like that..." Trey gave a light laugh. "You're going to make me hungry too."

"I'd kill for a big roast pork right about now. Fat, sweet, and juicy, the meat so tender if falls off the bone once ya sink your teeth into it..." Ruggie drooled at the thought. "Yeah, if you just shoved an apple into the warthog's mouth, glaze it with honey, and slow cook it over a fire, I bet it'd be real tasty."

"It sounds like you’ve always got food on your mind.” Trey folded his arms, lips tugging back into a lopsided smirk. “Kinda gruesome when you talk about the prep work like that though.”

“We wouldn’t have any food if we didn’t hunt and gather. ‘S how the circle of life works.”

His gaze slanted toward the painting of the happy trio. A unification, food shared from the same platter—it sparked some desperate hope in him.

A world where kings and hyenas can be friends… Heh, maybe I’m asking for too much.

But he was greedy like that. Seeking more and more, his hunger never fully satisfied.

Ruggie shook his head, letting dirty blonde locks fall across his face. “Maybe it’s news to you, but beastmen don’t exactly see eye to eye with other beastmen. That’s why it’s practically a miracle that those three get along. It’s a tale they tell us in the Sunset Savanna to remind us of what we could be, united under one true kingdom. It’s just that: a story.”

“It’s a nice story,” Trey said simply. “And it would be even nicer if it came true.”

It would.

“It’ll be a looong time before that happens. It’s about as real as my dreams of a roast pork dinner.”

Ruggie sighed as he drew his arms up, hands resting behind his head. He reclined back in that lazy, devil-may-care pose.

Trey watched him, his mustard yellow eyes shifting slightly. “… Are you baiting me to offer to make you some?”

“What?” The hyena feigned shock. “Me, trying to get my hands on free grub? Nooooo, I’d never!”

Trey stared at him indignantly. “You’re not being very subtle there…”

Ruggie showed his teeth. “Was I supposed to be?”

“Maybe you’d have better luck getting a formal invite from Riddle first. I don’t usually prepare whole hams for a single guest either—it’s usually a group meal, so you’d have to share.”

“Tch. Whatever, can’t blame a hyena for testing out a shortcut, can you?”

“Ahahah… I’m slightly concerned that you’d even attempt to have an entire pig to yourself. Your appetite must be legendary.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

More and more—he wanted it all. Gluttony, a sin to the common man. To him, a desire for something greater than this.

He saw it now, a kingdom built upon the jagged cliffs. His kind and other scorned creatures. creeping out from the darkness and into the moonlight. They all looked to the one that stood far above them, the one that would lead them to that shining future.

Someday, it will come.

Ruggie spun, his back presented to the painting. A spotlight upon the trio, and the shadows closing in on his own face.

Even so, his smile was as big and as bright as ever.

“Nishishishishi! Don’t worry so much, Trey-kun~ Just be happy—hakuna matata!”

[pepi1989]

benny request where the reader is a fem player on the same management so they’re at a dinner together but she’s not feeling well so he drives her back to the hotel and they end up watch movies she falls asleep on him and they kiss 😭

Always Got You - Ben Shelton

The restaurant is buzzing with the energy of the night, filled with laughter and the sound of glasses clinking together. It’s one of those big, fancy dinners the management puts together after a tournament, and everyone’s here. I should be enjoying myself, laughing along with the others, but instead, I feel like I’m barely holding it together.

There’s this dull ache in my head, and my stomach feels off. The lights are too bright, the noise too loud. I push my food around on my plate, trying to focus on anything but the discomfort swirling in my gut.

Across the table, Ben catches my eye. He’s been sitting a few seats down, chatting with some of the other players, but the moment our eyes meet, his expression softens. He knows me too well. Knows something’s off.

I try to smile, but it must come out more like a grimace because, within seconds, he’s sliding his chair back and making his way over to me.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, leaning down so only I can hear him.

I nod, even though I’m pretty sure he can see right through me. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… not feeling great.”

Ben frowns, glancing around the table before turning back to me. “You want to get out of here? I can take you back to the hotel.”

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to ruin the night for him. He’s been laughing and having a good time with everyone, and I don’t want to pull him away from that. But the thought of leaving, the thought of being somewhere quiet and comfortable, sounds like exactly what I need.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice small.

Ben’s smile is gentle, reassuring. “Of course. Let’s go.”

Before I can protest any further, he’s already standing, grabbing his jacket and nodding to the others at the table, letting them know we’re heading out. No one seems to mind, caught up in their own conversations, and within minutes, we’re walking out of the restaurant and into the cool night air.

The drive back to the hotel is quiet, and I’m grateful for it. Ben doesn’t push me to talk, doesn’t ask a million questions. He just drives, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting casually in his lap. The soft hum of the car and the distant city lights outside the window are soothing, and for the first time all night, I feel like I can breathe again.

When we pull up to the hotel, Ben parks and glances over at me. “You want me to walk you up?”

I nod, feeling a little embarrassed that I’m still not feeling great, but also incredibly grateful for him. We head inside, the warmth of the lobby wrapping around us as we step through the doors. The elevator ride up is quiet, and by the time we reach my room, I’m exhausted, the tension from the evening finally catching up to me.

I fumble with my keycard, but Ben gently takes it from my hand, unlocking the door and holding it open for me.

“Do you need anything?” he asks as we step inside, his voice soft and full of concern.

I shake my head, kicking off my shoes and sinking onto the bed. “No, I think I just need to lie down for a bit.”

Ben hesitates for a moment, standing awkwardly near the door like he’s not sure whether to stay or go. I look up at him, my heart swelling with appreciation. “You can stay if you want,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he shrugs off his jacket and sits down next to me on the bed. “I’m not going anywhere.”

We end up flipping through channels on the TV, settling on some random movie that neither of us really pays attention to. I’m curled up beside him, my head resting on his shoulder, and even though I still feel a little off, there’s a warmth spreading through me that has nothing to do with the blankets. It’s Ben, his quiet presence, the way his arm drapes casually over my shoulders, the way he makes me feel safe just by being here.

At some point, I must drift off, the exhaustion finally pulling me under. When I wake up, the movie’s still playing, but the room is darker now, the only light coming from the soft glow of the screen. I shift slightly, realizing that I’ve been asleep on Ben’s shoulder this whole time.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “You okay?”

I nod, blinking the sleep from my eyes. “Yeah… sorry I fell asleep on you.”

Ben chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Don’t apologize. I didn’t mind.”

His arm is still around me, his hand resting gently on my arm, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. There’s this quiet, intimate moment hanging between us, the kind that feels like it could stretch on forever. I tilt my head up to look at him, and that’s when I realize how close we are.

His eyes meet mine, soft and full of something I can’t quite put into words. There’s a beat of silence, the kind that makes my heart race, and before I can stop myself, I lean in just a little. Ben doesn’t move at first, like he’s frozen in place, but then, slowly, he closes the distance between us.

The kiss is soft, tentative at first. His lips brush against mine, gentle and careful, like he’s afraid of pushing too far. But then, he deepens it, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head, and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. It’s sweet, warm, and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

When we finally pull away, my breath is shaky, and I can see the soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Better?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, my heart still pounding. “Much better.”

Ben grins, leaning his forehead against mine. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[ninjakk]

Hi

I have been seeing a lot how wwx got lwj drunk to sleep with him lately and how that’s implied in his confession is that true. Idk I’ve just been seeing a lot lately it kinda putting me off wx and mdzs 😭

Hi Anon,

Seriously? That's just ludicrous! Please don't listen to such nonsense 🫂 that's so far from the truth I'm surprised people are even saying something like that!

The scene in question clearly shows WWX intentions from the start. There's no room for arguments or interpretation here, it's pretty clear-cut! But, just to prove this ridiculous take is completely wrong, let's have a look through the text - to put your mind at ease 😉

So, prior to the scene in question, Wangxian have had some pretty poignant moments together. Not only has WWX fully realised his feelings for LWJ, but he's started to understand he has had them for a very long time - thanks to the whole scene with the married couple making him realise his need to tease LWJ was not as straightforward as he originally assumed back as a teen. He is also beginning to take real notice of how LWJ treats him "differently" and hopes that it might be in the same romantic way he evidently feels toward him. Then of course, we have WWX even praying to be "tethered" to LWJ for the rest of his life and secretly declares their two bows as part of their marriage bows!

With all that in mind... Why the hell would WWX get LWJ drunk just to sleep with him 😂 Getting someone drunk to sleep with them is usually (but not always of course) because they feel they will not have a chance with them when the person is sober! WWX thinks he might have a chance to be with the person he loves, he wouldn't ruin that just for (his first ever!) quick fumble in the bath sheets!

We can clearly see the rationale behind WWX's actions:

Just as he was about to pour the liquor, he hesitated, taking that split second to warn himself. If he doesn’t drink, then let it go. If he does, just ask a couple things. Don’t do anything else—just figure out how exactly he feels. He won’t remember anything once he sobers up, anyway… It won’t affect anything.

He swore this to himself before he steadily filled the wine cup and pushed it toward Lan Wangji with perfect nonchalance. He was already prepared for Lan Wangji to reject the drink—but maybe the other man had his own worries, for he picked up the cup without a single glance and tossed it back in one go.

WWX literally tells himself and the reader that he has no ulterior motives. I know he can fib at times, but we know WWX is not some depraved sex offender gagging to jump LWJ's bones! Up until this point he's been rather chaste and sweet! He cares far too much about LWJ to take advantage of him. It's more than obvious WWX has a plan to use Drunkji's trait of speaking candidly and without restraint to find out how the man truly feels about him without having to risk asking it becoming awkward and being rejected if he were sober.

“Let’s play a different game. Just like before, I’ll ask questions and you answer them. No lying…”

He had only just uttered the word “play” when Lan Wangji abruptly agreed, “All right!”

Of course, once LWJ is drunk, things don't go as planned and Drunkji decides to go off on a little adventure, dragging WWX along by the hand for the ride. This eventually results in LWJ becoming dirty and WWX offering to help him wash - none of which were part of WWX's original intentions. WWX even tries to leave LWJ to bathe alone!

Wei Wuxian heaved a sigh of relief. “Take your time soaking. I’ll go outside.” He moved to step outside, get some fresh air and cool himself down, but then heard a splash.

In fact, he tries a number of times to distance himself in such a steamy situation. But LWJ is insisting he stay and being very huffy when he tries to leave, so WWX reluctantly complies.

Here we see WWX's motivations reiterated yet again:

And so, despite getting Lan Wangji drunk, Wei Wuxian spent most of the night waffling and didn’t manage to ask him a single thing. It wasn’t that it slipped his mind. In fact, he hadn’t forgotten for a moment that the reason he had given Lan Wangji alcohol was to ask him, Hanguang-jun, how do you really see me? But every time the words were about to leave his mouth, he found all kinds of excuses to back down—There’s no rush; I’ll play along with him for now, wait until he’s had enough fun before I ask, or I can’t be so flippant about this, gotta be a little more serious. I’ll ask again after we’ve sat down…

But despite the many excuses that had him dragging his heels, the real reason was probably that he was afraid. He was afraid of getting a different answer from the one he hoped to hear.

WWX only wanted to get him drunk so he could ask LWJ how he felt about him without making it awkward. He loves him so much he's frightened of losing him if LWJ's answer was not the same as his. This way, he can find out first and ensure they feel the same before confessing when the man is sober. If his answer was not what he hoped, WWX fully intended to keep his own feelings to himself and stay with him as a friend instead, anything to be by his side. He was frightened of losing the one thing he ever truly wanted for himself.

As we all know, things escalated quickly... and WWX was lost in a blazing fire of desire and passion. We, as the reader, can see LWJ had long since sobered up - thanks to the subtle hints with his speech and actions no longer childlike, as they are when he's drunk. I always felt WWX had picked up on this and at least assumed LWJ was sober by the time they became physically intimate.

Although Wei Wuxian didn’t know exactly when he had sobered up, there was one thing he could be sure of. Since this was Lan Wangji’s reaction now that he was clearheaded, it meant he’d been an unwilling participant in what had transpired earlier.

To me, this indicates WWX not only thought LWJ was sober, but he also thought the other was a willing participant in their love making. He certainly would not have reacted in such a heartbroken way if he had always intended to take advantage of a drunken LWJ just to have sex with him. Overwhelming guilt and disgust washes over him and suddenly WWX is blaming himself for everything that transpired.

I'm not entirely sure if they mean it was implied in the above scene or the Guanyin Temple confession scene. But even from the above, we can see it was not planned or intentional in any way. If they are unhinged enough to interpret WWX's confession during the hostage party as him admitting otherwise - they are completely twisting his words!

“Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-jun! I…I genuinely wanted to sleep with you earlier!”

It's more than obvious this is NOT, in any way, a confession that WWX got LWJ drunk to sleep with him! WWX is trying to clear the misunderstanding up as quickly and efficiently as possible - and if it shocks JGY into letting his guard down long enough so he could escape his clutches and run straight into LWJ's strong arms, then that's a bonus! WWX could not bear the thought of LWJ being in any distress or pain because of him and he had to get him to realise how much he loved him as soon as possible. It's brilliant! He is literally just telling LWJ that he actually had wanted to sleep with him because he really really REALLY loves him and not because he is some flippant man who slept with a friend in the heat of the moment because he wanted to or to "thank" him in some way - as he had alluded to earlier in an attempt damage control. That's what the above is. Not WWX revealing he had intended to get LWJ drunk to sleep with him from the very beginning!

Overall, such a claim doesn't even make sense. Why would WWX get LWJ drunk to just sleep with him if he already suspected the man had feelings for him? What would that even achieve? I'm going to put this down to Wangxian haters trying to pick and pull at threads that aren't even there to begin with.

Don't listen to the haters, it seems they can't read 🤷🏼‍♀️

[kittywhoo]

Another match up for.. @hidden-oracle!!

Hello! Sorry this took my so long, ive been in a writing slump. I had to rewatch Tokyo revengers for a refresher, so hopefully I didn’t misinterpret them!

possible candidates-

1st Runner Up… Chifuyu Matsuno!

I think Chifuyu would be an amazing match for you! He’s an easygoing and understanding guy, which I think is exactly what you need when things get for you overwhelming. chifuyu has an extremely strong sense of loyalty 😭,and I can 100% see him being your rock during tough times. He would NEVER judge you for needing reassurance or comfort, and honestly? He’d probably be the one to initiate cuddles first.

Cute headcanon(s):

He’d absolutely buy you plushies just because he knows you love them. Expect a little cat plush sitting on your desk with some flowers after a stressful day.

He loves that you call weird things cute. The first time you called something terrifying adorable, he blinked at you and then just started laughing his ass off.

i could see so much late-night gaming sessions where you’re curled up in his hoodie, and he’s sitting behind you, arms wrapped around you, pretending to help but actually just watching you play.

He would 100% let you dress him in pastel goth outfits, and he’d actually rock them with confidence

2nd Runner Up… Takashi Mitsuya!

Mitsuya is your second-best matchup, and let me tell you, this man is an ABSOLUTE sweetheart. He’s gentle, patient, and incredibly thoughtful, which makes him such a good match for you. (love him sm) He’d be someone who understands when you need quiet time but also knows how to get you out of your head when needed. And hes also super responsible, so he’d make sure you don’t push yourself too hard. Also, can we talk about the fashion? He’d adore your growing interest in alternative styles and would probably offer to help design outfits for you.

Cute headcanon(s):

Would absolutely sew you custom plushies because he knows how much you love them

He thinks your determination is both impressive and worrying. He loves your drive but will literally force you to rest when needed 😭

LOVES just chilling and hanging out in the same room as you, even if you’re both doing separate things.

You want cuddles? He’s already WAITING for you

i think he’d take you on cutest little dates to quiet cafes and arcades.

3rd Runner Up… Rindou Haitani..?

Okay, hear me out. This one might be a little unexpected, but I think Rindo would be a surprisingly good match for you. (Atleast from what i could tell)

He’s a little chaotic but in a way that i think would complement your personality once you get comfortable. He’s protective in his own way and wouldn’t let anyone mess with you. While he can come off as intimidating, once he’s close to someone, he’s ridiculously affectionate. the type of boyfriend to tease you constantly 🤭 but also be the first to defend you if anyone even has the slightest amount of aggression towards you.

Pro: idk i honestly feel like he’d be touchy 😭 and sincee, If you like physical affection, he’s got you covered. Con: He’s a menace when it comes to teasing, be prepared for some playful debates :)

Final Results… Keisuke Baji!!

Oh, I personally think Baji is your perfect match. He’s chaotic but caring, protective but soft for his girl. i think baji would adore how kind and generous you are, evennn though he’s a little rough around the edges, he would always make sure you’re okay. He’s the type to watch over you without making it obvious (he’d get so embarrassed if you call him out on it) like making sure no one gets in your space when you’re overstimulated. Baji may not always say what he’s thinking, but his actions would speak volumes.

Cute headcanon(s):

Baji would honesty love when youre clingy, he would literally PULL you back if you left 😭

100% the type to pick you up and toss you onto the couch just cuz.

If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’d immediately drop what he’s doing to help, no questions asked.

Omg, the way he looks at you? like youre the most precious thing ever. He tries to play it cool, but everyone sees it.

Would melt if you wore his leather jacket.

You both would have the most comfortable, softest living space despite how tough he acts.

(I honestly kinda see him owning a plant???)

———💕

alright thannn, i hope i did good?? I honestly have no idea if i mischaracterized them, but regardless i hope you like it!

sorry this took me like 2 weeks to post 😭

And i would love to do another matchup with you in the future, feel free to ask!

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

hey i’m really confused bc I’m new to the arctic monkeys fandom, I’ve listened to their music and followed them for years but I never really knew anything about who the members were, their names, personalities, side projects etc. I had no idea about them at all. But a month ago I found out about Alex turner and fell in love with his personality, music, lyricism, everything and so I wanted to see if he did anything outside of the monkeys so I researched and found.. gayness?? I’m so confused right now. In my mind, Alex seemed like the straightest person I’ve ever thought about but then after discovering the last shadow puppets, I decided to quickly watch a performance and omfg I was so startled with how… I don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like him and Miles are homoerotic without even needing the sex part. I looked into Miles Kane, he seems like a nice guy, I like the last shadow puppets music a lot but I never knew that Alex could have that side to him lol. Can you pls explain what miles and Alex are to each other because they literally act more gay than my gay ass if that is even possible and I watched five minutes of their interviews and it’s not even just on stage, they still act as if they’re head over heels in love in interviews too? How did I not know about this?? I found out they had a ship name so I searched it and your blog was the first thing that came up so I’m asking you to explain😭🙏

oh my goodness, i can *hear* me three years ago in this 😂😭 firstly, welcome to the insanity 💗 discovering milex for the first time really is quite an experience, i know i for one have never been quite the same since lol. i mean, i went from "huh, there's kind of a lot of ust between those two guys onstage" to starting a milex blog and writing multiple fanfics about them, so... yeah. trust me, i get it 😅

however, unfortunately i'm not sure i can answer your question of what they are to each other... words that have been thrown at their dynamic from journalists, friends, fellow musicians and fans include: bromance, soulmates, love affair, best friends, lovers, brothers, infatuated, impossible. and honestly... i feel like the truth probably holds elements of all those descriptors. there's never been any official line about exactly what they are to each other, but i think one thing is blindingly clear: how incredibly important they are to each other. like those two men *love* each other. and only they know exactly what form that love takes, but the fact that it's there? absolutely and completely undeniable. the way they act around each other or even just look at each other speaks louder than any definitions ever could 🥺

if it helps, i've been here for years now and it still astounds me quite how... intense and non-platonic the vibes are in literally every scenario whenever they're within two feet of each other (although, as we know, they prefer it if the distance is much less than that). like interviews, behind the scenes footage, onstage performances - wherever they are, when they're with each other they just seem to forget the rest of the world exists and are so wrapped up in each other it almost feels like looking at something so intimate we should look away 😭

in terms of what you said about thinking alex is the straightest person ever: i think that's a really common perception (certainly one i had in my earlier days of getting to know arctic monkeys), because he certainly makes no secret of being into women. however, if you listen to a lot of his songs and are aware of the way he interacts with men too... well, it definitely doesn't seem like it's only women he's into. if you're wanting to get more of a glimpse of that, milex is a great place to start lol. but also you might try listening to songs like catapult, electricity, do me a favour, the jeweller's hands, american sports, and mr schwartz.

i hope this helps a little with the insanity of discovering milex for the first time 😂😅 if you have any other questions i'm always more than happy to help! 😘

[blissxjj]

Another idea struck me… (I apologise if I’m being too selfish- please ignore the request or take your time, just don’t feel pressured because of me 😭)

Satan x MC who is… nice. Genuinely, without any ulterior motives. They like being that because of being brought up in a strict household. Even though he’s knowledgeable, Satan has always met humans with hidden goals or fake niceness like his own facade. He thought MC was doing the same, even after a few weeks in, he can’t find much that annoys them which might be weird for him. So how would he react when he finds out: MC simply likes being obedient to their friends (and Satan 👀) and family since they don’t like arguing much, if ever

Satan X Nice MC

SFW

Satan

Satan always thought there was something fishy about you

Cause there is no WAY! you are this nice and good, every time you get in trouble and Lucifer starts scolding you about it and it turns to an argument going back and forth between you

Satan stands back and waits for you to drop that facade and show your true colors but it never happens

Even if you were right and Lucifer was wrong the argument always ends with Lucifer's final word and your nodding

"That's enough MC go to your room and complete your chores"

"But i am sick i am not a demon us humans get weak when we-"

"I don't want to hear it MC go and do your work"

"Yes Lucifer"

What in hell did he just witness!!??

You just went to your room and did exactly what Lucifer told you to do even though you were sick and needed to rest

He went after you to your room and asked

"How do you stand him ordering you around MC?"

"I just don't think about it besides my family does the same" you said while cleaning your room

"What do you mean?" He asked

"I grew up in a strict household and my mom/dad's commands aren't any diffrent from Lucifer's" you shot him a smile and went back to work

Satan just can't stand when Lucifer talks to you like that and he doesn't like it when you listen to him all the time

"Say MC why don't i do your chores and you just rest" Satan offered

"Umm...no it's ok i got it and it's not your work to do" you said

"I insist let me at least help you a little bit" you said

"No i got it i am ok Satan thank you" you declined again

"SERIOUSLY LET ME F HELP YOU! YOU ARE SICK YOU NEED TO REST" Satan blew up in your face and you backed away against a wall

He sighed and apologized

"I am sorry MC it's just that i want you to stop obeying others all the time sometimes you need to go against them in order to help yourself"

"Satan i don't think you are doing this because of that" you said stalking towards him slowly

"Yes i am" Satan said

You put your hand flat on his chest backing him against the wall and said

"You don't want me to stop 'Obeying'

you want me to obey you instead"

Satan's eyes widen and his cheeks started turning red

"What? No i was just looking out for you" he said nervously

You get closer to his face and he closed his eyes waiting for your lips to touch his but soon heard your laugh

"Hahaha i can't kiss you you will get sick too now get up and help me clean so we can cuddle" you said picking up a card cardboard box and walked out the room

Satan was stunned he was happy to meet a human who is genuinely nice and well raised but today he knew you had a side to you a side only he can make you reveal a dominant side that is.

Masterlist

[ladytauria]

ghaiughairg sending you another one: falling in love with your best friend's partner and stephjaytim (in any order)?

this took me ages to write for like… no reason xD

that said, i’m really proud of it; i loved writing steph’s POV!!

>> AO3 <<

Steph’s phone chimes, and she gladly slumps in her chair, rubbing her temples. She doesn’t regret her decision to go to college, but ooh boy does she come close sometimes—especially this close to exams.

Winter break cannot come soon enough.

She spins her chair until her desk is behind her and balances her elbow on the arm of it, cradling her chin in her hand. She thumbs her phone open. There are several unread messages, but only one catches her eye.

It’s from Tim, in the group chat she shares with him and Jason.

Her traitorous heart flutters, a smile curling on her mouth despite herself.

TIM: gna mss mv nte. sry steph 😔 m SO bhnd on bdgt rvw; tam’s gna kill me. u 2 shld stl hve fn tho

Ah, yes. Timothy “vowels are optional” Drake. He’s the most atrocious texter Steph has ever met, and she hates that that makes her feel fond.

STEPH: i thought you loved paperwork?

JAY: No, he’s a stalker who loves digging through other people’s stuff. Actual paperwork he couldn’t care less about

TIM: 🛑

JAY: No <3 I told you to do it last night, babe.

STEPH: lmao busted

TIM: ws bsy

JAY: He was gaming with Kon and Bart.

TIM: & cassie & cissie

JAY: And Cassie and Cissie.

Steph snorts.

STEPH: oh, well, that was more important, obvs

TIM: c, steph gts it

JAY: Please don’t encourage him.

Steph grins.

STEPH: oh btw i picked up brownies from the bakery this morning. needed a pick me up. i was thinking i could bring them tonight

JAY: Finals are rough, huh?

JAY: If you need any help studying, you can bring your stuff. I’d be happy to help.

Steph’s heart gives another little flutter.

STEPH: u’re sweet. think i wanna just turn my brain off for the night, though.

JAY: Fair enough. I’ve got ice cream. We could warm the brownies up, maybe. And do homemade pizza.

STEPH: that sounds perfect. u’re the best jay 💜

TIM: 😭

STEPH: do your paperwork, tim 💅🏼

TIM: prsctn

JAY: …wtf tim

TIM:

STEPH: damn, babe. u made jay drop capitals

STEPH: but also. what the fuck tim

TIM: persecution

JAY: Would it really kill you to type out full words?

TIM: y 🙂

STEPH: losing battle, hon. we’re lucky he still uses letters.

He doesn’t bother with Cass. Their conversations happen in full emoji, like modern hieroglyphics. Steph gives herself an 80% chance of correctly deciphering them.

With the rest of them, Tim uses words. Or, well. Something approximate to words, chopping them down to their basest parts and supplementing with emojis wherever possible. It’s kind of entertaining, especially when it makes Bruce and Jason furrow their brows in exactly the same way.

Not that Steph would ever point that out. She has some sense of self-preservation.

JAY: Point. Okay. Pizza, brownies and ice cream, and popcorn. Dinner of champions. I’ve got some fancy popcorn, but I’ll save that for next time.

TIM: 🥰

STEPH: suppose we can put some brownies aside for him too, yeah?

JAY: I suppose. He’ll have to live without pizza, though. I doubt there’ll be leftovers.

TIM: 🥰🥰🥰

JAY: 6 still work for you, Steph?

STEPH: Yeah, 6 is still good. Good luck on your paperwork, Tim. See you tonight, Jay 💜

As soon as she sends the text she groans, collapsing back in her chair and throwing her arm over her face. The heart was too much. Hell, the pet names were too much. Why were they still hanging out with her? She was so obvious.

Her phone buzzes twice. It takes her a moment to look at them, peering through her fingers.

TIM: thx. hv fn 2nite! ❤️

JAY: See you tonight, Steph. <3

The returned hearts do nothing to calm her pulse or lower her blush. But they do make her feel a little better, at least. She checks her alarms, double checking she still has one set for movie night. Then she gets up to stretch.

She’s got two more hours of studying left. Better make the most of them.

>> AO3 <<

[inkpot-ghost]

I FORGOT I HAD THIS STORY I'M KIND OF PROUD OF !! 😭 me when i accidentally abandon my children in the streets sigh..

The Ritual in Yellow Hill CHAPTER 1: The Cowardly Son

(1,600+ words, fpov, medieval, low fantasy, supernatural)

CWs: None but the author is an older sibling trying to write a younger sibling so BEWARNED for potential inaccuracies </3

Tag list: (lmk if u want to be removed or added I DONT BITE >:3)

@lunesartsworld @frouvia @knabunny @totally-actually-really-exist

After finishing our farm work, we were called home for dinner, Tavian and I, after playing and chasing each other in the wheat fields. Tavian was the older one of us, a bit airheaded for a thirteen-year-old, but, hey, I guess he was just matching my own foolishness. But since Tavian was older, he was a little bit more sensical than me, I’ll admit, so I had that younger sibling jealousy I’m sure most had.  Just before our mama called us, I fell and scarred my hand on a rock. I tried not to cry to show him I was growing into a big man, but man, did it really hurt. Tavian scolded me, then knelt down, ripped off a part of his raggedy shirt and bandaged my hand. A part of me wanted to push him away, say I’ll do it myself, then rip off a part of my own shirt; another part of me didn’t want to look like a fool, walking around the village with a ripped shirt and tears down my face because I was too reckless when bandaging myself. Tavian was gentle and put just the right amount of pressure to stop the hurt. He had annoyance in his face but his actions said otherwise. He was a sympathetic man; so kind the girls around the same age as me flocked to him, and he politely declined them. Yes, I envied him to say the least, and I’d do anything to keep him in my life, as much I don’t wanna say those out loud.

Our mama saw the bandage and scolded us for playing too dangerously, but she immediately served us our small dinner of bread and pork. As we were eating, Mama showed us an old journal our strange grandma left behind before she went off to “become an ugly, evil witch”, so the bullies said. I couldn’t read yet so Tavian read some of the things there for me. 

“The fire ritual… Love potions… The ritual of land prosperity– Oh, grandmama really is a witch!”

“Shush!” Mama said angrily, “She obviously isn’t a real witch. She just pretends! I don’t know what’s up with that woman– believing in magic and all– but all I wish for her is good luck as she spends the rest of her days as a hermit.”

“Wait, where does she live now?” I asked.

“Oh, Garrett. If I told you where exactly, you boys will just go off to try and find her, will you? No! I won’t tell! There’s dangerous things that want to eat you out there, and I want my babies to be safe. Isn’t that right, little Mama’s boys?”

She pinched our cheeks and we laughed and complained.

We both wanted to be adventurous– we talked about slaying great evils all the time when Mama wasn’t around– but of course Mama prevented us from being that. Life was simple in Yellow Hill. Barely anyone traveled out to the bigger towns, yet Yellow Hill was said towns’ biggest source of crops (our specialty was wheat, and it was called Yellow Hill because there’s just so much yellow when the huge wheat fields were in time for harvest). These people had good reason though because the village and other towns were separated by thick woods, and all the residents were scared of the woods, with stories of werewolves and cryptids. I wasn’t scared though, neither was Tavian, I think. So that’s why, while Mama was sleeping soundly after tucking us in our straw beds, we sneaked out the house, into the woods, grandma’s journal in Tavian’s hand.

Tavian was the one who suggested this plan, and of course little ‘ol wild Garrett said yes immediately. Basically, we went off to do the ‘land prosperity ritual’, carrying our needed items like a bag of crushed stones, a dagger, wheat, and eggs, but for some reason it required us to be in a specific location: a specific cave. After lots of winding and turning among the tall, black trees, we found it. It wasn’t much; it was more like a big hole carved in the side of a big, rocky hill, but it looked nice to stay in to keep out of the rain– if there was any. Logically, we came in with torches in our hands, because if we didn’t we could’ve fell in the abrupt and steep hole just beyond the crevice. Little me slipped, my heart beated out of my chest, but Tavian caught me and pulled me up. He literally saved my life! 

In the middle of the cave we saw a premade fireplace on the floor, and there were torch handles, or whatever they’re called, held up by some sacred-looking women statues against the cave’s walls– all looked alike. They freaked me out a little but I still convinced myself I wasn’t scared of anything. It was a silly ritual anyway; it wasn’t like we believed in it, but we chose a nice one because if it worked then, well, that’d be a magnificent thing, we thought! So then we started the ritual, made a swirly symbol around the fireplace with crushed stone, put our offerings of wheat and chicken eggs inside our respective drawn circles, and then the next step was ‘calling upon the gods and stating our wish’.

We didn’t even know these gods, but we called out, “Demeter, your son Plutus, Phanes, and Noctara,” then we breathed in and out as we managed to read in the torch light what the journal said, “my love for you is, oh, so great. Please let prosperity run from my shovel to my gates. I ask you not of much; only my little land needs your touch.”

And then, well… things happened.

A surge of wild, magical energy ran through me. I was shocked and scared at first but the fear soon turned to amazement when I found that, while it had a lot of strength, it was ultimately harmless to me. I felt powerful! I felt as light as a feather! I felt like I could see everyone who’s sad, scared, in trouble, and poor and that I could help them, if I just reached out my hand towards them, right then and there–

My visions and the powerful feeling dispersed when I saw Tavian convulsing on the floor, foam on the side of his mouth.

I screamed for him, ran over and ruined the symbol just to get to him, and tried to wrap my arms around him. I wasn’t strong enough to hold him in place so he kept shaking violently, while I sat there not knowing what to do, brain as fried as it can be with everything I was experiencing. And then, unbearable, high-pitched screeching froze me for a moment. Covering my ears, I looked into the dark, steep hole but it didn’t sound like it was coming from there… I whipped around and found that it was coming from the statues– surely– it had to be– and it sounded like they were wailing in pain.

I didn’t know what to do. Oh, Tavian, I’m so sorry, idiotic Garrett didn’t know what to do. 

So I ran.

I ran out, screamed, ‘Mama!’ and ‘Help!’ echoed through the woods, but… I quickly got lost. I’m not sure how long I was stuck in the seemingly endless, same-looking woods but it felt like an eternity. I was scared, trapped, alone– all of this after a stupid ritual I thought would be funny or give the land peace and joy! With my eyes flooded, I soon mumbled out nonsense that was supposed to be my sincerest apologies to our mama. I had immense luck not to have been eaten by any wolves or cryptids before a group of people with torches came running towards me, all yelling my name.

“Garreeeeeett! Garreeeett! We’re here!”

As they got closer I recognized them; they were our hunters, and my mama was running among them– faster than them. I jumped into her warm arms and was expecting my deserved scolding, but she simply wept and hugged me tight. She warmed me greatly but she was as stiff as wood. I simply hugged her back, rubbing my tears away on her sleeve, and told her how sorry I was.

But the men urged us to stay alert. Wolves howled and crickets chirped. While the adults were worried about animals or creatures or even bandits, my mind was only on Tavian, and I wasn’t afraid to tell everyone that he needed help– badly. They asked me where the cave was but now I didn’t know because I got lost… but I tried to retrace my steps. I could tell some of the hunters were annoyed out of worry and started asking me questions about what Tavian and I were doing here, of which I was a little embarrassed to answer. Mama gave me a knowing look, looked angry at first, then sighed and became patient with me, comforting me as I semi-led the way to try to find the cave. Perhaps she was just too tired to be mad at the moment. Eventually… light seeped through the branches and I finally found the cave and pointed at it, while screaming my brother’s name and running towards it, but the light meant it was the morn… and the morn meant that it had been a long time since I left him. Despite that, hope was on everyone’s faces when we approached the cave, and when we went inside it…

Tavian wasn’t there.

“But… wait! He can’t have fallen in that hole! Look–look! There’s footsteps! And–and they’re leading out of the cave!” I said.

But after days and weeks of searching, it was like he just… disappeared.

And it was all my fault.

was busy with schoolwork but i don't wanna do it so badddd..... so i decided fuck it i'll post this instead 😭😭 okay i should rlly do my schoolwork now ugh bye hope u enjoyed this if you read it 🫶

[snowbaamgyu]

Helloooooo!!! So I don’t know if you already saw it but there was a MOA talking about how she unexpectedly met TXT at the airport and everyone was so nice and the members were so handsome she was super excited blah blah blah.. but she mentioned that while soobin, taehyun, yeonjun and huening had brought something to eat, beomgyu wasn't eating anything, soooo maybe you could write something about it like he caught a really bad flu the day before the trip or something and he was feeling dizzy and had a fever and throwing up a lot on the plane. Also if you want you can write the POV of the MOA that saw them 🫢 like “I was constantly watching them and noticed how soobin was taking beomgyu’s temperature and Kai was rubbing his stomach” idk something like that.. I just saw it and I immediately thought about all this, what do you think? 😊

Here it is!! I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you like it. (sorry I didn't come up with a good title)[also sorry that I didn't write for the "throwing up on the plane part" I finished writing it and didn't realize you wanted that 😭]

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"Hyung, do we have some medicine?"

Beomgyu asked Soobin as he approached the kitchen cabinet that contained medicines and vitamins, though he didn't know what medicine in specific he was searching.

"We do have, but what's wrong? what kind of medicine do you need?" Soobin was having some midday snack, they were all preparing their luggage for their trip the next day, it was still pretty early but better that than rush everything.

"Dunno. I don't feel well" Beomgyu was pouting, telling the truth. He felt off but didn't exactly know what's going on with his body.

"Maybe you're just tired or nervous, go lay down for a while and when lunch's ready I'll wake you, okay?" Soobin patted his head as he left his plate on the sink. Beomgyu did as told, he was indeed exhausted but he didn't do anything to feel like that at that hour of the morning.

He felt sleep slowly getting into him, and within a few minutes he was back in dreamland.

But those dreams were wrong, some bizarre images went through his head, everything felt too real but at the same time didn't make any sense; it was all a mixture of reality and dreams (or nightmares at that point), it was getting hard to breathe, everything felt so suffocating and the next second— a hand was shaking him awake.

"Beomgyu-ah, hey, what's wrong?" Soobin again, Beomgyu's chest hurt as he tried to breathe in order to calm himself down, his stomach was making some weird noises but not out of hunger, nausea was making its way too, bile rising through his throat but quickly being swallowed back down, a burning feeling as if he was being cooked alive, and– the final touch of that damn discomfort cocktail was: a dizzying headache.

Now he did know what was wrong and in what specific order.

"Gyu, breath with me please? it was just a bad dream, everything's fine, at count of three you'll follow my breathing okay? one... two... three... again, one... two... three..." they repeated that until Beomgyu could breathe normally again, he looked at Soobin with teary eyes.

"Hyung, I really don't feel good" Beomgyu drew his knees to his chest and rested his head there, Soobin just hummed. "I know, I think you have a fever, are you hurting somewhere else?"

Beomgyu nodded, "my head hurts, I'm dizzy and my stomach feels off" Soobin winced at that, they had a trip scheduled for tomorrow, they've known about it for a month now, but unfortunately Beomgyu fell sick right the day before it.

"You have to take some meds, but you need to eat at least something, and then tomorrow you can sleep on the plane too, you just have to make it through the check in at the airport" Beomgyu nodded a bit, just wanting to take something to feel better.

"Come and eat at least a little bit alright? then you can rest all day" it was true, Beomgyu had his luggage ready when he started noticing the odd feeling.

They both made their way to the kitchen where the rest of the boys were already sat and waiting for the two of them to start serving the food.

"Are you okay Beoms?" Yeonjun noticed his pale complexion and how quiet he was, of course he wasn't that happy tiny ball full of energy all the time, but he wasn't that quiet either. Said boy shook his head "no" and everyone looked at him.

"He's coming down with something so he's feeling a bit sick, hopefully it isn't that bad" Soobin was the one to answer, giving Beomgyu a pat on his back.

They continued their meal while Beomgyu slowly stopped eating, going even more pale, sweat gathering on his forehead. With a shaky hand clasped on his mouth he muttered a low "sorry" when he got up from the table and sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door and kneeling in front of the toilet, the food he just tried to keep down came back up, obviously totally undigested, burning his throat came another wave, for the third one it came with a choke and a coughing attack.

"Gyu, everything okay?" Yeonjun knocked on the door while everyone else cleaned up the table.

The younger responded with a weak "No..." and brought up more vomit.

"Soobin went to get you some medicine, Kai got your bed ready with a trashcan near, when you're done go to your room okay? Just if you need me I'll stay right here outside." And Yeonjun did what he said, standing there for almost half an hour when he heard the toilet finally being flushed and the faucet being turned on, then Beomgyu opened the door and looked even worse than before, Yeonjun was the one who caught him in his arms when the sick boy tried to let go of the grasp he had on the door.

"Hey, let's get you to bed alright? You can sleep this off the whole afternoon and night, tomorrow you'll be feeling better" the older reassured him, keeping an arm around his shoulder, if said arm was in touch with his sweaty frame then Yeonjun didn't mind.

When Beomgyu laid back down he immediately curled up into a ball, the fever messing with his body temperature, he was almost melting down but inside he felt all cold.

"Soobin got you some medicine, take this pill and try to sleep okay?" Yeonjun also didn't mind combing his fingers through his sweaty hair and helping Beomgyu with the glass of water when his shaky hands almost dropped it.

Yeonjun left his side when he was sure the younger was asleep, the rest of the group gathered in the living room.

"What do we do? He can't just skip this schedule, is so important!" Taehyun said with a worried tone, "I know, but we can't force him and the company also can't force him, he needs rest, not getting into a plane" Soobin was the one to answer, "I'll call our manager to see if we can do something, but it's most likely he'll have to come with us, get some IV on the hotel and rest a bit there".

The leader put the speaker on when their manager answered, they explained the situation as best as they could, the manager was also concerned but as they expected, Beomgyu had to go with them.

"Tomorrow's morning I'll get him to the clinic real quick, make him get some fluids and meds, then I'll drop him at your dorm so the car can get you boys to the airport, that's all I can do".

Okay, at least that calmed them down a bit, so they settled with that.

Beomgyu slept until midnight, when he woke up to drink some water, he still felt bad but not as bad as he did earlier, the headache was still there, tha nausea was gone but his stomach still hurt a bit, not to mention his fever went down for the time being. Maybe, just maybe, he could power through their trip.

A couple hours later his manager was shaking him awake, making Beomgyu once again notice his discomfort in full force. "Kiddo, wake up we have to go to get you checked up", Beomgyu opened one eye and everything began spinning again when he stood up, his manager helping him to put on some shoes, a hoodie, a mask, and hop into the car, not even bothering to change his pajamas or wash his face, feeling too sick for all that.

"How are you holding up?" as the ride went on, the manager asked after watching Beomgyu through the rear mirror, the boy looking pale, sweaty, with his eyes closed but after he opened at the sound of the other's voice he noticed his eyes were unfocused and hazy, probably the sleep or a new fever.

"Not about to die but hoping I do so, everything aches and spins" Beomgyu answered as he closed his eyes once again, some minutes later they arrived to the clinic and Beomgyu had to wake up again. He couldn't remember anything or focus, only answering when the doctor listed some possible symptoms he may have been experiencing and when he guessed right he just said a low "yes" and dissociated once again.

The doctor told him to lay down for a physical exam, aka touching his abdomen to rule out something that might need a surgery like appendicitis, sure after the ride Beomgyu was feeling a bit nauseated but after the doctor pressed certain spot he jumped with a gag, titling his head to the side and dry heaving, the doctor quickly put a container under his chin and another retch just brought up the water he had in the middle of the night.

After the incident Beomgyu fell asleep when he laid back down, the doctor explaining to the manager that he needed rest, it wasn't that big of a deal but after a bag of IV he could go on the trip.

A couple of hours later Beomgyu woke up, a nurse was putting a band aid where the needle was on his hand, his manager noticing he was awake went to his side and put a hand on his hair as if he were a puppy "How are you feeling Beomgyu-ah?" the latter just blinked twice and answered "Better than last night, but still not that good" his manager winced a bit, "You're still up for the trip? We can put up a statement saying that you're sick and couldn't make it" Beomgyu just shook his head no, he wanted to go, he really wanted to, so he would do anything in order for him to be with his members.

When he returned to the dorms everyone was waiting in the living room with their luggage, immediately they all looked up to him and smiled seeing him there, still a bit pale but he seemed well.

"How are you feeling Gyu? Are you feeling better?" Soobin asked as he reached for him, hugging him lightly. "Yes, I'm feeling better now, I slept well at the clinic" everyone smiled a bit, relieved that Beomgyu was doing okay.

"Alright, Beomgyu go grab your luggage and everyone please go ahead to the parking lot, the van is there."

They were halfway to the airport when Beomgyu started feeling a bit queasy again, luckily the van stopped at a gas station where the boys got food and water, not being able to stay there for long they took their food containers to the van and planned to eat at the airport, Beomgyu just grabbed a bottle of water and took small sips and deep breaths, not wanting to be so focused on the smell of food that lingered in the air, he was so relieved when they stopped at the airport. He was wearing a mask, Soobin and Taehyun too, the only ones without a mask were Yeonjun and Kai, so no one suspected Beomgyu was sick.

They moved without problems, not any crazy fans were there, they passed through the check in and went to the seats as they waited for their flight to call them, everyone started eating but Beomgyu just looked away, Kai placed a hand on his stomach and started rubbing it lightly, Beomgyu closed his eyes. Soobin reached for his forehead when he finished his meal, Beomgyu's forehead was a bit warm but not at an alarming rate. He didn't notice a moa who happened to be there as well, noticing that Beomgyu was the only one who wasn't eating and was rubbing his stomach, said moa connected the dots and aside from being excited to be able to see them so close, was also kinda worried about Beomgyu, but if he was sick then Hybe would put up a statement right?

Some minutes passed and they got up looking where was their plane, they didn't film a vlog this time, Beomgyu was thankful for that, he was ready to sleep through all the flight and hoped he felt better when they arrived.

The ride from the airport to their hotel was horrible, Beomgyu was still queasy but as they arrived to their hotel he went to sleep some more, and also Soobin went to his room to give him some medicines and explaining quickly their functions. Their first day there was for rest so the members would take turns to hang out with Beomgyu and take care of him when he felt nauseous or had to throw up, Yeonjun had to rub his back, Taehyun had to call the hotel cleaning service once when he couldn't make it, Kai rubbed his tummy as Beomgy had his head on the maknae's shoulder, Soobin once again making sure he took all his medicines on time and they also got him to eat something light, happy when his stomach didn't react in a bad way.

The next day Beomgyu was feeling better, the queasiness went away and his fever was gone as well, he took it with calm on the rehearsals for the concert but at the time the actual concert started he felt completely fine and gave an amazing performance as if nothing had happened, all with the help of his members.