#or if I want to change it to SCATTER SHOT (through the heart; and you're to blame)

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 5, day 21

So we had a nasty storm this morning that knocked out the power, which means that instead of rendering all day, my computer got a nice break. And I'm happy for her! She's a good computer and she works hard. Unfortunately, that also means that all the frames I was rendering didn't get done. We only got up to frame 171 finished, and now we're just starting on frame 175 since I restarted them about 45 minutes ago. Thank goodness I didn't have to redo ALL OF THEM, I just had to restart the process after telling Blender "please don't redo the ones you already did." If I had to redo all of them I'd have cried.

But hey! The power going out and stopping the rendering process just means I worked more on the new shirt design tonight :) Which I'll be continuing after I finish the river animation, actually. I missed drawing and designing.

Anywho, I played with the text today and wound up with two iterations on it that I kind of like? And I can't decide which one I like more. The one on the right fits the aesthetic I'm going for a little better, I think, but the one on the left makes the text pop in a way I really dig. Tomorrow (or Thursday, depends on if the rest of the frames finish before I start my art session tomorrow night) I'll be experimenting with these using the other text design I did with all the nifty serif embellishments.

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Love Island — part 7

AU. Based on the TV show.

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The villa buzzed with quiet chatter and occasional laughter as the Islanders scattered across the garden and lounge areas, enjoying the calm of the evening. The stars above twinkled faintly, casting a serene glow over the scene. But inside, away from the easy conversation and playful banter, Harry sat alone on his bed.

The door was cracked open, letting in a faint murmur of voices and the distant clinking of glasses. He stared at the floor, his elbows resting on his knees, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. His head throbbed slightly—not from any physical ailment, but from the emotional exhaustion that came with living in a villa where every word, every action, every glance was scrutinized.

His gaze flicked to the bedside table where a photo of his family sat. It was his anchor, his reminder of life outside this bubble. But even that felt distant now.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, tugging slightly as if that would somehow untangle the mess in his mind. Sophia’s laugh from the garden echoed faintly through the villa, and his stomach churned. He liked her energy, her confidence. But the guilt that came with thinking about her when Y/N’s face kept flashing in his mind was unbearable.

And Y/N… She was everything he wanted. Except he didn’t know if she wanted him in the same way. Not really. Her guardedness, her hesitance in showing her feelings publicly, gnawed at him. It felt like she was holding back, and it made him question everything. Was she scared? Or just not as into him as he was into her?

He leaned back against the headboard, eyes closing briefly as he exhaled deeply. It was strange—he felt drained in a way he couldn’t fully explain. Being in this villa, surrounded by people constantly, was supposed to be exciting, fun, and carefree. Instead, it felt like he was carrying the weight of two different versions of himself: the one who wanted to let go and the one who couldn’t stop thinking about what he might lose if he did.

The door creaked open softly, and Harry glanced up to see Sophia stepping in. Her small smile was warm but carried a hint of curiosity. She walked toward him slowly, hands clasped behind her back.

“Thought I’d find you in here,” she said, her voice light but purposeful. “Everyone’s outside. It’s a bit of a vibe.”

Harry forced a smile. “Needed some space.”

Sophia tilted her head, her eyes scanning his face. “Heavy day?”

“You could say that,” he replied, leaning back against the headboard.

Sophia took a step closer, perching on the bed opposite him. “Well, if you’re looking for something to take your mind off it, I was thinking… maybe you’d want to sleep outside with me tonight?”

Her tone was casual, but her intent was clear. The corners of her mouth lifted in an inviting smile as she waited for his response.

Harry’s heart skipped a beat. He knew this moment was coming; he’d felt it brewing all day. And yet, faced with it, the words caught in his throat. Finally, he managed a smile, soft but apologetic, and shook his head.

“I appreciate the offer,” he started, his tone careful. “But I think I’m going to stay in here tonight. ”

The change in Sophia’s expression was subtle but sharp. Her smile faltered, her eyes narrowing just slightly. “With Y/N?” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Harry nodded, feeling the weight of his decision in the air between them. “Yeah. I just… I need to sort things out with her.”

Sophia’s posture stiffened, and she let out a dry laugh. “Wow. So, after everything today, you’re still chasing her?”

“It’s not about chasing,” Harry said quickly, his voice firm but not unkind. “It’s about what feels right. And I owe it to her—to us—to figure that out.”

Sophia crossed her arms, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “You know what, Harry? Maybe you should figure it out. Because right now, it feels like you’re just stringing people along.”

Harry flinched at her words but didn’t argue. Instead, he exhaled deeply. “I’m sorry if it feels that way. That’s not my intention, Sophia. I think you’re amazing. But my head’s a mess, and I can’t give you what you deserve while I’m still working out what I want.”

Sophia stood, her movements sharp. “Right. Well, good luck figuring it out. Hope she’s worth it.”

Without another word, she turned and walked out, leaving Harry alone once again. He leaned forward, running his hands through his hair and letting out a long, frustrated sigh.

“Great job, Harry,” he muttered to himself. “One more bridge burned.”

“Ah, poor Harry. Torn between two beauties and about as decisive as a toddler choosing an ice cream flavour. Don’t worry, mate, I’m sure this will definitely work out well for you. Or not.”

Y/N stepped in softly, already dressed in her pyjamas: an oversized shirt and comfortable shorts. Her face was bare, her hair tied loosely back, and a slight crease of uncertainty lined her brow. She wasn’t sure how to approach Harry, especially after the game earlier and everything that followed.

Harry was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, though his gaze flickered toward her briefly as she entered. He didn’t say anything, and neither did she. The lights were still on, casting a warm glow across the room, highlighting the neatly made beds of those who hadn’t yet retired for the night.

Y/N moved to her side of the bed, placing her water bottle on the nightstand before sitting down. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she uncapped the bottle and took one last sip. For a moment, she simply sat there, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her shirt.

Then, without a word, she slid under the covers, turning onto her side to face the wall. She curled up slightly, pulling the duvet up to her shoulders, her breathing slow and steady as she stared into the soft light of the room.

Harry shifted, lying on his side but with his back to her. He had hoped she might say something, even something small—an olive branch, a sign that she wanted to bridge the gap between them. But her quiet, distant demeanor said otherwise.

He exhaled silently, the weight of the day pressing heavier on him now that they were so close yet felt so far apart.

The unspoken tension hung between them like a thread stretched taut, fragile and fraying at the edges.

The tension in the room shifted suddenly as Harry felt her arms wrap around his torso from behind. The warmth of her embrace caught him off guard, making him still for a moment. Her cold feet brushed against his thigh, sending a sharp contrast through his skin, and he shivered involuntarily.

Her breath, soft and warm, tickled the nape of his neck, and before he could even process what was happening, she pressed a gentle kiss just under his ear. The sensation sent a jolt through him, her touch tender yet charged with unspoken emotion. Her arms tightened around him as if she didn’t want him slipping away—not tonight.

Harry’s heart raced, his mind struggling to catch up with his body’s reaction. It was intimate, more than he expected, and far more than he thought she’d allow herself to give after the events of the day.

His hand instinctively moved to hers, resting over the warmth of her grip. His fingers intertwined with hers for a brief moment, grounding him in the moment.

He turned his head slightly, his voice soft. “Y/N?”

She didn’t answer, only pressing closer, her face near his shoulder.

Harry exhaled, letting himself relax into the moment before gently shifting. Slowly, he turned around to face her, their eyes meeting in the dimly lit room. Her face was close, her expression vulnerable, a mix of hesitation and longing.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, no words exchanged but everything they needed to say hanging in the space between them. Harry’s hand moved up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering against her cheek.

“Is this real?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, her forehead resting lightly against his, her breaths mingling with his. It was intimate, unguarded, and for the first time in days, it felt like they were finally on the same page—even if they hadn’t spoken a word.

Y/N’s voice was barely audible as she whispered, her lips close to his ear. “I don’t want to argue or fight anymore.”

Harry felt his chest tighten at the vulnerability in her tone. He nodded, his own voice soft but firm. “Neither do I. I hate conflict. Especially with you.”

She hesitated, her fingers brushing against his chest as if gathering courage. Her heartbeat seemed to echo in her ears, but she pressed on. “I like you, Harry. Too much to let anyone snatch you away in three days—not when we haven’t even given ourselves a proper chance.”

Her words hung in the air, raw and unfiltered. Harry’s lips curved into a smile, small but genuine, as he searched her eyes for any trace of doubt. “Do you really feel something for me?” he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips despite her nerves. “Do you seriously doubt it?”

Harry didn’t respond immediately, his silence speaking volumes. Y/N’s gaze softened as she scooted closer, the space between them disappearing. Her hand rested lightly against his cheek, grounding him in the moment.

“I don’t ever want you to hesitate, Harry,” she murmured, her tone gentle but resolute. “Not about me. Not about us.”

Her words hit him like a wave, washing away the doubts and confusion he’d been wrestling with. Harry’s hand covered hers, pressing it against his cheek as he leaned into her touch. His eyes searched hers, seeing nothing but sincerity and determination.

“I won’t,” he promised quietly, the weight of her words settling in his chest. “Not anymore.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile, and for the first time in what felt like days, the tension between them seemed to dissolve. She rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the shared quiet of the room.

The sound of laughter and footsteps signaled the return of the other Islanders, their chatter filling the shared bedroom as they trickled in to wind down for the night. Harry glanced toward the door, his eyes darting back to Y/N’s as a cheeky grin tugged at his lips. Without a word, he grabbed the edge of the duvet and pulled it up over both their heads, creating a cocoon of privacy amidst the chaos.

“Real subtle, Harry,” Y/N whispered, her voice laced with amusement as she stifled a giggle.

“Just trying to save us from the peanut gallery,” Harry muttered, though there was a playful twinkle in his eyes.

The muffled voices of the Islanders grew louder, and it didn’t take long before Lucas clocked the huddle under the duvet.

“Oh, what’s all this then?” Lucas called out, his tone dripping with mischief. He let out a loud wolf whistle, drawing attention from the rest of the room. “Harry and Y/N, hiding away like two lovebirds under there!”

Before either of them could respond, Lucas threw himself dramatically onto the lump beneath the duvet. The impact caused Harry to groan in mock annoyance, and Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“Get off, you prat!” Harry protested, his voice muffled by the blanket as he shoved at Lucas’s weight.

“Oi, don’t mind me!” Lucas teased, sprawling over them with exaggerated effort. “Just making sure you’re not sneaking off to the Hideaway without telling us.”

The room erupted into laughter, and Amber chimed in, “Lucas, leave ’em alone! Let them have their moment, for God’s sake.”

“Moment? They’re about to suffocate under there!” Lucas quipped, finally rolling off and collapsing onto his own bed with a cheeky grin.

Harry threw back the duvet just enough to glare at Lucas. “You’re lucky I don’t kick you out of this room, mate.”

“Love you too, pal,” Lucas replied with a wink, settling in and pulling his own duvet over himself.

Y/N shook her head, still giggling as she turned back to Harry. “You’re surrounded by absolute children.”

Harry sighed dramatically but smiled. “Tell me about it.”

Underneath the playful banter and teasing, there was a sense of ease that hadn’t been there earlier. Even in the chaos of the shared room, Harry and Y/N felt like they’d carved out a little space for themselves.

The morning sun poured into the villa, bathing the kitchen in a golden glow. The smell of sizzling eggs and toast wafted through the air as Islanders milled about, still in their pyjamas and nursing mugs of tea. Y/N was leaning against the counter, a relaxed smile on her face as she watched Harry flip a pancake with surprising precision.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.

“Hang of it? I’m basically a Michelin-star chef,” Harry quipped, sliding the pancake onto a plate and passing it to her. “There you go, princess.”

The others in the kitchen exchanged knowing looks, their grins growing as Harry reached to brush flour off Y/N’s cheek.

“Oh, they’re insufferable,” Amber groaned, though she couldn’t hide her amusement.

“Leave them alone,” Lucas chimed in, pouring milk into his tea. “They’re in their honeymoon phase.”

Chloe smirked as she leaned against the counter next to Y/N. “Alright, lovebirds, enough showing off. Y/N, come have a chat with me.”

Y/N raised a brow, momentarily hesitant to leave Harry’s side, but Chloe was already pulling her by the arm toward the seating area. She shot Harry a look over her shoulder, and he gave her a playful wink before turning back to the stove.

“Alright,” Y/N said as they sat down, “what’s all this about?”

Chloe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, leaning in conspiratorially. “Okay, so… Lucas.”

Y/N’s brows shot up. “Lucas?”

“Lucas,” Chloe repeated, her voice dropping to a whisper even though the kitchen wasn’t far. “We had a bit of a moment last night. Well, not just a moment—a proper chat. He was sweet, funny… cheeky as always, but he said some things that had me thinking.”

Y/N leaned forward, intrigued. “Go on.”

Chloe grinned. “He said he’d been watching me in the challenges, and he thinks I’m the ‘dark horse’ of the villa. Can you believe that? And then—get this—he said he couldn’t stop looking at me during that Pilates session yesterday.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh. “No way! What did you say?”

“I told him to behave himself, obviously,” Chloe said with a dramatic eye roll, though her cheeks flushed. “But… it felt good, you know? Like, maybe he actually sees me. Not just as the ‘fun one,’ but as someone he’d be serious about.”

Y/N smiled warmly, placing a hand on Chloe’s arm. “You deserve that, Chlo. If he’s making you feel good and treating you right, then I say go for it.”

Chloe bit her lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Yeah, but you know me. I don’t want to get carried away and end up hurt.”

“Take your time,” Y/N advised. “Feel it out, but don’t let fear stop you. You’re amazing, and if Lucas doesn’t realise that, he’s not worth your energy.”

Chloe smiled, squeezing Y/N’s hand. “Thanks, babe. You’re a good egg, you know that?”

Y/N chuckled. “I try.”

Harry carried a tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and a couple of plates over to where Y/N was lounging by the outdoor table. Her legs were tucked underneath her, the morning sun making her skin glow. He set the tray down with a flourish.

“Breakfast, madam,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Y/N smiled, sitting up. “Thanks, chef. You didn’t spit in it, did you?”

“Only a little,” he teased, grabbing a slice of toast for himself before retreating to sit on the bean bag beside Lucas.

As Lucas muttered something about the game last night and nudged Harry, he suddenly froze. “Ah, crap,” Harry muttered, slapping his hand against his forehead.

“What now?” Lucas asked, raising a brow.

“Left the smoothies on the counter,” Harry groaned, already pushing himself up. “Be back in a sec.”

As Harry disappeared into the villa, Sophia sauntered across the garden and, with all the grace of a lion claiming its territory, plopped herself onto the bean bag Harry had just vacated.

“Morning,” she said with a saccharine smile, turning her attention directly to Y/N.

Y/N glanced up from her plate, her smile fading slightly. “Morning.”

Sophia leaned back, playing with her hair as she tilted her head. “So… I have to ask,” she started, her tone light but her eyes sharp. “What did you say to Harry last night to make him change his mind?”

Y/N paused mid-chew, swallowing before setting her fork down deliberately. “Not sure what you mean,” she said calmly.

Sophia smirked. “Oh, come on. You must’ve said something. I mean, he was all over me one second, then suddenly he’s acting like I’ve got the plague. Gotta give you credit, though—you work fast.”

Y/N leaned back in her seat, her gaze steady. “I don’t need to convince anyone to do anything, Sophia. If Harry made a choice, it’s because it’s what he wanted. Maybe that’s something you should think about.”

Sophia laughed lightly, brushing imaginary lint off her shorts. “Oh, I’m not mad. I’m actually amused. Just watching you claw to keep him when you’re usually so… what’s the word? Aloof?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened, but her voice remained calm. “It’s not about clawing. When you’re confident in a connection, you don’t have to fight for it. Guess that’s why you’re so interested in what’s going on.”

The subtle jab didn’t go unnoticed. Sophia’s smile faltered for a moment before she leaned forward, her tone dropping. “You’re cute when you’re defensive. But let’s not pretend, yeah? Harry’s got options. And three days isn’t a lot of time to lock anything down. I’d be careful if I were you.”

Y/N stared at her for a moment, then smiled sweetly. “Thanks for the advice, but I think I’ll be fine. And by the way, if Harry has options, so do I.”

Before Sophia could retort, Harry returned, holding two smoothies in his hands. He stopped short, glancing between the two of them, sensing the tension. “What’s going on here?”

Sophia stood, her grin back in place as she brushed past him. “Nothing at all. Just girl talk.”

Harry frowned, watching her walk away before turning to Y/N. “Everything alright?”

Y/N smiled, taking one of the smoothies from him. “Perfect. Thanks for breakfast.”

Harry hesitated, glancing back toward Sophia before sitting beside Y/N. “She didn’t say anything, did she?”

Y/N shook her head, sipping her smoothie. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Harry’s lips quirked into a small smile as he watched her. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“And don’t you forget it,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder.

....

-> part 8

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[coolemmasulivan2]

A Beautiful Mess | 3

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Two neighbors who can’t stand each other, until an accidental kiss changes everything.

Word count: 3049

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here and part 4 here.

Right now, I'm shameless Screamin' my lungs out for ya Not afraid to face it I need you more than I want to

The first thing you registered as you woke up was the pounding in your head, like someone was smashing a drum inside your skull. The second was the blinding light hitting your face. You never slept with the curtains open.

"Ugh, my head." You groaned, pressing a hand to your head.

Blinking against the brightness, you forced your eyes open, only to realise, very quickly, that you were not in your bedroom. Your heart stopped and your eyes widened.

You looked around the unknown bedroom. The other side of the bed was unmade and there were clothes scattered on the floor. A pair of pants. A shirt. A man's shirt.

The bedroom door was open, and the distant sound of running water caught your attention.

"Oh my god. No, no, no." You lifted the covers. You were wearing your underwear and that was all you had on. "Noooo!" You groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

What did I do? You questioned yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to piece together the night before. You remembered drinking. Dancing. Meeting a guy at the bar. Eric, right? Had you slept with Eric?

The sound of a door opening, made you open your eyes. You looked up, but you wished you hadn't.

Appearing at the doorway, drying his damp curls with a white towel, was none other than Lando Norris.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He had another towel slung low around his hips, water droplets still clinging to his skin, his toned chest on full display. It could only be a nightmare. Right? Right?

Lando smirked, breaking the silence. "Look who finally decided to wake up. Thought you were dead for a second." You stared, completely frozen. "What? Cat got your tongue?" That snapped you out of your trance.

You jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it when a wave of nausea hit you. "What the hell am I doing here?"

Lando's smirk deepened. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, enjoying your state too much.

"You don't remember?" He asked you, looking you up and down.

You followed his gaze and realised you were basically naked. Yanking the bed covers up to your chest, you shot him a glare.

"Don't need to cover up." He chuckled. "I already saw everything last night." A shiver running down your spine.

"I was drunk!"

"So was I."

Your grip on the sheets tightened. "What happened?" You asked him, not really wanting to hear the answer.

Lando dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes glinting with amusement. "Come on, you're not that naive."

Your heart nearly stopped. "No."

"Yes."

"No, wa-- Oh my god!" To your absolute horror, Lando dropped the towel that was around his hips. You turned around and squeezed your eyes shut. "What the fuck are you doing, Norris?"

Lando laughed, completely unbothered. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

"I HAVEN'T!"

"You sure? Because that's not what you were screaming last night."

"Shut up!" You turned back around, cautiously peeking through your fingers, but thankfully, he was already wearing pants. Your mind was a chaotic mess. This couldn't have happened. Even drunk, you would never sleep with Lando. "If you tell anyone about this, I swear I will kill you."

Lando chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. No need to tell anyone, I'm pretty sure the whole building heard you last night. Hell, probably all of Monaco."

Your jaw dropped. "You're disgusting."

"A disgusting man you slept with." You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. He caught it effortlessly, smirking. Spotting your dress and purse draped over an armchair, you made a beeline for them, grabbing them quickly. "Not staying for breakfast?" Lando teased.

"Go fuck yourself." Tightening the sheet around your body, you stormed out of the bedroom.

"Hey! That's my sheet!" He shouted, standing up from the bed. You didn't stop. "Y/n?" Before he could say anything else, you slammed it shut behind you, making the frames on the wall tremble.

He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Messing with you was way too much fun.

Lando lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind his head. The room was dimly lit by the city lights outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. The only sound was your slow, steady breathing beside him.

He had told himself he'd leave once you were asleep. That had been the plan. Carry you to bed, stay until you dozed off, and then head to the other room. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to move.

Maybe it was the way you looked so peaceful, completely different from the stubborn woman who drove him insane daily. Or maybe it was the way your face changed every few minutes, like you were dreaming about something.

Lando let out a slow breath, rubbing a hand over his face. Just as he was debating finally getting up, you stirred beside him.

You shifting under the covers, eyes barely open, still very much drunk. Then, without warning, you reached for the hem of your dress and started pulling it over your head.

Lando shot upright. "What the hell are you doing?"

You huffed in frustration, your dress halfway off. "It's hot."

"So?"

With absolutely zero hesitation, you stripped the dress off completely, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Now, you were left in nothing but your underwear in his bed, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Lando swore under his breath, dragging a hand through his curls. This cannot be happening.

"Jesus, Y/n." He averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. "You can't just--" He sighed. "For fuck's sake." Muttering to himself, he grabbed one of his t-shirts from the closet and turned back toward you. "Put this on!" He said, holding it out.

You made a sleepy noise, barely cracking one eye open. "No."

"Yes."

You groaned and lazily swatted his hand away, turning over so your back was to him. "Too hot." You mumbled.

Lando sat there, t-shirt still in his hand, staring at you. "Unbelievable." He muttered under his breath. Then and idea hit him.

Oh, she was going to lose her mind.

You stumbled into your apartment, slamming the door shut behind you, your breath uneven and your cheeks burning from the humiliation.

Sleeping with Lando Norris was the last thing that should have happened. He was a womanizer, a nightmare and a insufferable idiot.

You groaned loudly, collapsing onto the couch and burying your face in a cushion. "Why did this happen?" You mumbled against the fabric before letting out a muffled scream of frustration. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the last twelve hours would magically rewrite themselves. But the image of him, half-naked, smirking, teasing, was burned into your mind like a bad tattoo.

Kill me now. You thought to yourself.

With a deep breath, you forced yourself up and pulled your phone from your purse. Six missed calls. Eleven messages. You called the first person on the list, already heading to the bathroom. You needed a shower. A long, scalding shower to wash away the disaster that was last night.

"Where the hell have you been? We've been trying to call you all night!" She practically shouted into the phone, the second she picked up.

You winced. "Sorry, I drank too much and... passed out." You rubbed your forehead, catching sight of your reflection in the mirror. Mascara smudged under your eyes. Hair an absolute mess. "I need to ask you--"

"Passed out where? And why did you leave with Norris?" Your friend interrupted.

You froze. Your brain scrambled to piece together her words. You remembered being outside with Eric and Lando. But just the two of them.

"Wait-- you guys let me leave with Lando?" Your voice rose, panic creeping in. "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Y/n, we didn't know you left with him!"

You frowned. "But—how do you—?"

"There are photos and videos of you leaving with him." She said bluntly. "In his car. They're everywhere." A cold shiver ran down your spine. You felt your legs go weak as you gripped the bathroom counter for support. "I thought you were hitting it off with that other guy." Your friend continued. "How the hell did you end up with Lando?"

You ran a hand through your tangled hair, your mind racing. "I-- I don't know." You admitted, panic settling in. "I don't remember! But we—" You stopped yourself just in time, biting your lip. No way in hell were you telling anyone about what may or may not have happened last night. "I'm never drinking again. This was a terrible idea."

Monday had rolled around again, far sooner than you would've liked. You hadn't seen Lando since you stormed out of his apartment wrapped in his bedsheet, and you had no intention of crossing paths with him anytime soon.

But somehow, his fans had found your Instagram account and the follow requests had been insane.

You'd seen the photos and the videos. And, yeah, it looked bad. Really bad. His hand around your waist, your head resting against his chest. The way he leaned in close, like he actually cared. Anyone looking at those pictures would think there was something more than just hatred between you two.

And then there was that picture. That one that made you blush like a tomato.

Your head rested against his chest, looking up at him, while he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. He had this soft look, like you were the only person in the world.

You could easily pass off as a pair of lovebirds, but that was far from the truth.

"Miss Y/n?" A small voice interrupted your thoughts.

You blinked and looked down to see Clare, one of the little girls from your class, staring up at you with big and curious eyes.

"Yes, Clare?" You asked, forcing a smile as the rest of the kids ran out for playtime.

She motioned for you to come closer, so you bent down.

"You and your boyfriend look cute together!" She whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched. "My mommy showed me the pictures. She said he looks at you like my daddy looks at her."

The innocent compliment made your cheeks burn and for a split second, your heart fluttered, before the reality of it all came crashing back. Before you could respond, Clare giggled and ran off to join her friends, leaving you absolutely stunned.

Lando leaned back in his chair, headset on, fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. The glow of the screen illuminated his focused expression.

"Mate, you're actually terrible." Max groaned as Lando missed another shot in the game.

"Shut up!" Lando shot back, laughing.

There was a brief silence as they played, until Max broke it with a teasing voice.

"So… you and Y/n, huh?"

Lando's fingers froze for half a second before he recovered. "What?"

Max chuckled. "Oh, don't play dumb. I saw the pictures. The whole world saw the pictures."

Lando sighed, already knowing where the conversation was going. "There's nothing going on and you know it."

"Uh-huh." Max said, clearly enjoying himself. "You looked pretty cozy. Hand in her hair, staring at her like she was the last slice of pizza…"

"I was just helping her." Lando muttered, trying to focus on the game. "She was drunk. I wasn't going to let her walk home. I'm not a piece of shit."

"And the part where you like her?"

Lando's character nearly got shot in the game. "I don't!"

Max laughed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. You hate her. That's why you haven't stopped talking about her since that night, right?"

"You're the one that brought her up." Lando groaned. "And if I talk about her because it's because she's annoying!"

Max hummed. "Right, but remind me again, why did you stay in bed with her until she fell asleep?"

Lando gritted his teeth. "Because she was drunk, and I didn’t want her to choke on her own vomit. I'm already regretting telling you that."

Max snorted. "Sure, sure. And the fact that you haven't been with anyone else since that night has nothing to do with her, right?"

"Shut up and play the game."

"I'll shut up when you admit you like her."

"That's never gonna happen."

"Okay, then. Guess I'll just keep sending you those cute photos the fans keep posting."

"Maxxxx!"

You were exhausted. Work had drained every last bit of energy from you, and to make things worse, dinner with your parents had been nothing short of an interrogation.

"So, who is this Lando?"

"Are you dating him?"

"You two look very close in those photos!"

Your mother had shown you the pictures as if you hadn't already seen them a thousand times. Your father, usually indifferent to your personal life, had even said: "He's a race car driver, right? Those guys are trouble."

No matter how many times you insisted that nothing was going on, they wouldn't let up. By the time you finally left, your head was pounding.

All you wanted was to get home, take a shower, and sleep for the next ten hours.

As you pulled into the underground garage of your building, your eyes immediately locked onto your parking spot and the sight of Lando's McLaren sitting right in it. Again.

Your blood boiled instantly. "That prick! He does it on porpuse." You smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

You sat there for a moment, until an idea formed in your mind. With a smirk, you pulled up right behind his car, blocking him in.

Getting out, you slammed the door shut, crossed your arms, and admired your handiwork. Let's see him try to pull out now.

Before you could take three steps, you heard footsteps. Lando appeared, dressed in all black, keys in hand, clearly about to go out. The moment he saw your car blocking his, his expression changed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He snapped, walking toward you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think my parking spot was yours?"

Lando exhaled sharply, running a hand through his curls. "I was only going to grab my phone. I left it upstairs. Relax."

You let out a dry laugh. "Relax?" You gestured to his car. "How about you stop acting like you own the damn building?"

His jaw clenched. "Y/n, move your car. I'm in a hurry."

You tilted your head. "Why should I? Pick another one. It's not like you only own one car."

His frustration was evident, just as much as yours. "I swear it's the last time I park in your spot."

"I don't believe you."

"Move!"

"I don't want to."

Lando stepped closer, close enough that you could smell his cologne, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're impossible."

"And you're an idiot. Stop thinking you're above everybody."

"For a kindergarten teacher, you sure are a nightmare."

"For an F1 driver, you sure are slow."

Lando opened his mouth and let out a sarcastic chuckle. And then, before you could process what was happening, his hands were on your face, and his lips crashed against yours.

You gasped, your body instinctively responding as his mouth moved against yours, rough and urgent. His hands cupped your face, pressing you back against your car as if he was trying to prove something.

And for a second, you let him. Because despite everything, it felt good. Too good.

But then, reality hit you like a truck. You shoved him away hard, breathing heavily. And before you could stop yourself, your hand flew up, slapping him across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the garage. Lando's head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening.

"You asshole." You spat, your heart pounding.

Lando exhaled sharply, his tongue running over his bottom lip. He didn’t say a word. He just stared at you.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, without another word, you turned on your heel, stormed to your car, and pulled out of the garage, leaving him standing there.

You drove out of the garage like a maniac, the tires screeching against the pavement. Reckless. Impulsive. Exactly how Lando drove.

And then, out of nowhere, tears started spilling down your cheeks.

You didn't remember the last time you had cried, but now the sobs came fast and uncontrollable, a lump forming in your throat so tight it felt like you couldn't breathe. Your vision blurred, and your hands trembled against the wheel.

With shaking fingers, you pulled over and leaned your forehead against the steering wheel, trying to suppress the pain that had crept up without warning.

You couldn't believe. All of this for a selfish prick like Lando?

Lando had canceled his plans. He had barely made it through the elevator doors before frustration consumed him, his feet carrying him straight to his apartment. The moment he stepped inside, he let out a sharp exhale and dropped his keys onto the counter, running a hand through his curls.

His whole body was buzzing with anger, confusion and something else. Something he didn't want to name.

He didn't know why he had kissed you. No. That was a lie.

He knew. Deep down, he fucking knew. He had wanted to kiss you since the first day he saw you, since the moment he moved into the building. But now that feeling he had buried and denied, had come crashing back to life because of that stupid accidental kiss at the school.

Lando groaned, gripping his face as he collapsed onto the couch. "Fuckkk!!!" His voice echoed through the empty apartment. He tilted his head back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "You don't like her, Lando!" He muttered to himself. "It's just a stupid… crush. Sexual tension. That's all it is." His jaw clenched. "She's never going to like you like that. She hates you."

But, don't you hate her back? A voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Lando swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. And for the first time, he admitted the truth. "I don't!"

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[queenshelby]

Shy Girl (One Shot)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Virgin Reader

This is another smutty post Oscar one shot, dedicated to this picture...

Working at the Oscars was always something you had dreamed off but when, after the ceremony, you ran into your celebrity crush, literally, with glasses of champagne in your hand, you wanted to sink into the floor.

The clatter of glass against carpet echoed through the dimly lit corridor, as if to announce your arrival. You looked down at the champagne flutes sprawled at your feet and the liquid gold seeping into the red velvet runner. Panic surged through you like an electric current. You were just a lowly assistant, not some A-list starlet, and you'd managed to clumsily drop a tray of bubbly right at the feet of...

"Cillian," you heard a smooth, familiar voice say. Your heart leapt into your throat as you looked up and into the face of Cillian Murphy.

He was even more stunning up close, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his smile as disarming as it was in his movies. You felt your cheeks flush, heat rising from your neck up to your face like a tidal wave.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," you stammered, dropping to your knees to gather the scattered glasses. "I didn't see you there."

Cillian chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to wrap around you. "No harm done," he said before leaning down to help you pick up the broken pieces. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt through your body. "Besides, you didn't really get me, just created a shitload of work for yourself," he teased, his accent rolling over each word like velvet.

You giggled nervously, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm just...clumsy sometimes," you said , hoping your hands weren't visibly shaking as you placed the last shard of glass into the pile. "Especially around people like you." The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you felt your face burn even hotter.

Cillian stood up, brushing off his hands, and offered you his own.

"People like me?" Cillian raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He pulled you up to your feet, his grip surprisingly firm and warm. "What do you mean by that?"

You instantly regretted your slip of the tongue. "I mean, you know, uhm...," you trailed off, your words fumbling like a newborn deer learning to walk. "I watched literally all of your movies. Twice." You wanted to kick yourself for sounding like a teenage fangirl, but the words were already out there, floating in the air between you and Cillian.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and you couldn't help but notice how they seemed to change color in the low light, shifting from a deep blue to a stormy gray. "Twice, huh? That's dedication and also surprising for someone as young  as you," Cillian said, his voice laced with amusement.

You swallowed hard, trying to find your words. "I just...I mean, I admire your work. You're incredibly talented." You felt like you were rambling, but you couldn't seem to stop the words from spilling out. "And handsome," you added, cringing internally as the words left your mouth.

Cillian threw his head back and laughed, a sound that seemed to fill the small corridor. "How old are you?" Cillian asked, still chuckling, his eyes twinkling with humor.

"I, uhm," you mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago." You felt the heat of embarrassment spread from your cheeks to your ears. 

Cillian's smile softened, and he reached out, gently tugging at the hair you'd just tucked behind your ear. "Eighteen, huh? You look older," he said, his voice gentle yet playful. 

"Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt your heart flutter at his touch, his fingers brushing against your skin sending tiny sparks down your spine.

"Mmm-hmm," Cillian replied, his gaze lingering on you. "When do you finish work?"

Cillian asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. The way he was looking at you made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

"Uh, soon," you managed to stutter out. "In about an hour or so."

"How about you meet me at my hotel bar afterward? I'm staying at the Hilton, but I'm sure we can find a quieter place." Cillian's eyes flicked down to your mouth, and you felt a blush creep up your neck again.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Cillian Murphy was asking you out.

"I-I'd like that," you heard yourself say, your voice barely audible. You sounded like a deer caught in headlights, but you managed to get the words out.

Cillian grinned, a slow, sexy smile that made your knees weak. "Great," he said, his voice low and intimate. "I'll see you there, then." He turned to leave, then paused and looked back at you. 

After you finished your shift, you rushed to the bathroom, taking a moment to compose yourself in front of the mirror. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, and your cheeks were flushed pink from the encounter with Cillian. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You were going to have a drink with your celebrity crush Cillian Murphy.

You made your way to the bar, at the Hilton, which was a ten-minute taxi drive away, your heels clicking against the polished floor. 

The hotel was buzzing with post-Oscar celebrations, but you found Cillian sitting in a quiet corner, a glass of wine in hand. He looked up as you approached, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"You made it," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I wasn't sure if you would stand me up."

You blushed, sitting down across from him. "No, of course not," you murmured , fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Cillian raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. "Miss what exactly?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. 

"I don't know. I mean, you are married and stuff, but ..." you trailed off, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

Cillian's smile softened, and he reached across the table, placing his hand over yours. "I'm and this is why, if you go upstairs with me, I will need you to sign an NDA,"  he said, his voice low and serious.

Your eyes widened in shock. "Going upstairs with you?" you stammered, your mind racing.

Cillian chuckled, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. "To my hotel room, Y/N, and I am not talking about a drink here." 

You inhaled sharply.  "You, uhm , you want me to go to your hotel room with you?" You couldn't believe the words were coming out of your mouth.

Cillian's eyes darkened, his fingers tightening around yours. "Yes. I want you to come upstairs with me. But you need to understand, this is a one-time thing. No complications, no strings attached. And you sign the NDA before we go anywhere."

You bit your lower lip, your heart pounding in your chest. This was insane, but you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you at the thought of being with him. Cillian Murphy. Your long term crush. 

"Okay," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

You felt like you were in a dream, like this couldn't possibly be happening. But Cillian was looking at you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter and your heart race.

"Let's go," he said softly, standing up and offering you his hand.

You looked around, realizing that the bar was still bustling with people, but it felt like they were all a world away. This was really happening. You were going to Cillian Murphy's hotel room.

You placed your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his touch. He led you through the crowd, his grip firm and steady. You followed, your legs shaking slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement.

When you reached his room , Cillian swiped the card and the door clicked open. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the cityscape outside the large window.

He turned to you, his eyes dark with desire. "You sure about this, Y/N?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes," you whispered and, just after you did, he placed a piece of paper and a pen in front of you.

"Okay, then sign this before we go any further," he said, his voice stern. You glanced at the paper, it was an NDA, a non-disclosure agreement, just as he had said.

You quickly scanned the document, your heart beating even faster now. You were about to do something crazy, something you had never done before. But you also knew that you wanted this, wanted him, more than anything.

You picked up the pen, your hand shaking slightly as you signed your name on the dotted line while he took a seat in the arm chair opposite you, watching intently.

"So what now?" you asked, yourr voice trembeling as you watched him watching you.

He leaned back in the armchair, his eyes never leaving you as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Now," he said, his voice low and commanding, "I want you to come over here and kneel between my legs like a good girl," he commanded. 

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching in your chest as you stood up and walked over to him. You could feel his eyes on you, tracing the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts, the way your dress hugged your figure. You knelt down between his legs, your heart pounding in your ears as you looked up at him.

Cillian's shirt was now open, revealing a chest dusted with dark and grey hair that trailed down into his pants. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I want you to unzip my pants, Y/N," he instructed, his voice a low rumble.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as you reached for his belt. Your hands trembled slightly as you unbuckled it, the metallic clink of the buckle echoing in the quiet room. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, and it made your heart race even faster.

You pulled the belt through the loops, your knuckles brushing against the hardness that was growing beneath his pants. You looked up at him, your breath hitching in your chest as you saw the hunger in his eyes.

He watched you intently, his gaze never leaving yours as you slowly pulled down his zipper, revealing the bulge in his pants. Your heart was pounding in your ears, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins.

"Good girl,"  Cillian murmured, his voice thick with desire as you unzipped his pants. He was hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers, and you felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

"Now take out my cock," Cillian ordered, his voice low and demanding.

You reached into his pants, your fingers wrapping around the thick length of him, feeling the heat and the hardness through the fabric. You pulled him out, your eyes widening at the sight of him. He was big, bigger than you'd imagined, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You let out an audible gasp, your eyes widening in surprise and awe. You never expected to ever see 

Cillian Murphy's cock, let alone hold it in your hands. It was thick, the veins prominent and throbbing with his desire.

You wrapped your fingers around the base with shaky hands, feeling the heat and the weight of him and Cillian noticed right away how innocent and inexperienced you really were.

"You have never done this before, have you?" Cillian asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes never leaving yours.

"N-no," you whispered, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you started to stroke him very carefully.  "I have never been with a guy before," you admitted, blushing. 

"You are a virgin?" he said, his voice thick with desire. "I like that," he told you and you blushed, feeling your pussy clench at his words. You wanted this, wanted him, more than anything.

"Now let's see if a shy young girl like you can make me cum with your mouth then, hmm?" Cillian said, his voice low and filthy and your heart was pounding in your chest, your palms were sweaty, and your pussy was already soaking wet.

There he was, your childhood crush, your adult obsession, your fantasy come to life. And he wanted you on your knees, your mouth wrapped around him, your tongue tasting him, so how could you possibly refuse.

"Uhm, okay. I will try," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. You were nervous, but the thought of having his cock in your mouth was thrilling.

Cillian smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl and you leaned forward, your breath coming in short gasps as you brought your face closer to his cock.

The smell of him was intoxicating, a mix of his cologne and his own unique scent. You licked your lips, a nervous habit of yours, and Cillian groaned in response.

"Now open up for me and have a little taste," he said as his hand fisted in your hair, gently guiding your head closer to his cock. 

You parted your lips, feeling the heat of his cock against your face. You were trembling, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. You'd never done this before, but somehow, with Cillian, it felt natural, right.

You licked your lips again, tasting the saltiness of your own nervousness, and then you opened your mouth, taking the tip of his cock inside. 

Cillian groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing more of his length into your mouth.

"That's it. Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and soothing despite the filthy words that spilled from his lips. "Take it all in and show me what that pretty little mouth can do."

You attempted to relax, to breathe through your nose, and slowly, inch by inch, you took more of him. The taste of him filled your mouth, a mixture of salt and musk that was uniquely him. You could feel the pulse of his cock throbbing against your tongue, the veins standing out prominently beneath your lips.

Cillian groaned again, his hips now moving in a slow, steady rhythm.

You could feel the length of him sliding in and out of your mouth, your tongue swirling around the shaft, trying to mimic the movements you had seen in porn.

As he pushed in a little deeper, you gagged slightly, your eyes watering as he hit the back of your throat. 

"Just relax your throat. You are doing very well," Cillian said, his voice laced with an affectionate tone that surprised you.

You tried to do as he said, and as your throat muscles relaxed, he slid even deeper into your mouth which made you gag again. He pulled back a bit, giving you a chance to catch your breath. You looked up at him, your eyes watering, and he smiled down at you, his gaze soft.

"You're doing great, Y/N," he praised you, his fingers gently stroking your hair. "Now, let's try again, yeah?"

You nodded, taking a deep breath through your nose, and opened your mouth wider as he pushed his cock back in. This time, you managed to take more of him in, your tongue working his shaft as best as you could. You wanted to make him feel good, wanted to show him that you could do this, could give him pleasure.

You relaxed your throat again, taking him deeper, the head of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you didn't pull back. Instead, you pushed forward, taking him deeper still.

Cillian groaned loudly, his hands fisting in your hair, guiding your head in a slow, steady rhythm. "Fuck, that's it," he growled, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into your throat.  "Look at you, doing so well, taking every inch of my cock like a good girl," Cillian praised, his voice rough with desire. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, his hips moving faster, fucking your mouth with more urgency.

You relaxed your throat as much as you could, taking his cock deeper, feeling the head of him pressing against the back of your throat. Your eyes watered, but you gritted your teeth and pushed forward, taking him even deeper.

"Oh god, you are good at this," Cillian groaned, his hips thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, obscene sound. "Your mouth feels so fucking amazing. I could fuck your face all night."

You gagged again as he hit the back of your throat, your eyes watering, tears streaming down your cheeks. You looked up at him, your mascara probably smudged, your lipstick likely smeared. You must have looked like a mess, but Cillian didn't seem to care. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying every second of it.

"Now tell me, do you want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?" Cillian asked, his voice a husky growl as he pulled his cock out of your mouth, just the tip still inside. You looked up at him, your eyes watering, your lips swollen and red from being stretched around his cock. You nodded, a soft moan escaping your lips as you tasted him, sweet and salty, the taste of him filling your mouth.

"Say it," Cillian commanded, his voice demanding, his cock throbbing in your mouth before he pulled out all the way. 

He wanted to hear it, needed to hear it. He wanted you to beg for it, to ask for it.

You looked up at him, your eyes streaming with tears, your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen. You opened your mouth to speak but only a soft whimper escaped.

Cillian smirked, his hand tightening in your hair. "Say it, Y/N. Tell me you want my cum in your mouth." 

You took a deep breath, your chest heaving, and finally managed to choke out the words. "I want your cum, Cillian. Please, fill my mouth with your cum," you whispered, your voice hoarse and desperate. You felt a thrill run through you as you said the words, a mix of shame and excitement coursing through your veins.

 "That's it," he praised, his voice thick with desire. "Now, will you swallow it all for me like a good girl?" Cillian asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Yes , I will," you replied, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes locked onto his.

"Good, now open your mouth,"  Cillian instructed, his voice low and husky.

You obeyed, parting your lips wide to take him in. He gripped the base of his cock, positioning it at your lips again, and slowly started to push in, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's it, take it all in," he murmured, his hand tightening in your hair, guiding your head as he fucked your mouth again.

"Just keep your mouth open for me and your jaw relaxed," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

You complied, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat once more. Tears streamed down your face, mascara running, and your lips felt swollen and raw still, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you held onto his thighs for support, taking his deeper with each thrust.

Cillian's grip on your hair tightened, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth with a wet, sloppy sound.

Cillian then quickly increased his pace, his hips moving like a piston, his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth. You gagged and choked, your eyes watering furiously as you struggled to keep up. Your throat was on fire, and your jaw ached, but you didn't want to stop. You wanted him to cum, wanted to feel his hot seed spill down your throat. You wanted to know what Cillian Murphy's seed tasted like. 

"Fuck, here it fucking comes Y/N," Cillian eventually growled, his hips bucking wildly as he thrust into your mouth one last time. You felt his cock swell, and then he was exploding, his hot cum filling your mouth. You swallowed, gulping down his seed as fast as he could fill you. He groaned, his body shaking as he pumped his cum into your mouth.

You took it all, every last drop, before he pulled out of your mouth, his cock still twitching. You looked up at him, your eyes watering, your lips swollen and red. You swallowed again, making sure to get every last bit of him.

Cillian looked down at you with a satisfied smile, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "You did good, Y/N," he praised, his voice thick with desire. "Such a good girl," 

he murmured, his eyes softening as he watched you with a mix of admiration and hunger.

You felt a shiver of pride run through you at his words and couldn't believe that, Cillian Murphy, your long term crush, had just came in your mouth.

He reached out, cupping your chin gently in his hand, tilting your head to look up at him.

"Now, do you think you would like me to fuck that little virgin pussy of yours?" he asked, his voice low and gruff, the words dripping with lust and desire.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy clenching at the thought of him inside of you. You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Cillian smiled, a slow, devilish grin that made your stomach flutter. "Good girl," he praised, releasing your chin and standing up. He held out his hand to you, and you took it, letting him pull you up to your feet.

You were unsteady, your legs still shaking slightly from the intense encounter you'd just had, but Cillian's grip was strong and steady. 

"Now bend over the

back of that chair, Y/N," Cillian commanded, his voice low and demanding.

You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushing with a mix of nervousness and excitement. You'd never done this before, never been touched like this, let alone had sex with someone like Cillian. But the thrill of the unknown, the danger of being with him, was exhilarating.

You turned around, your heart pounding in your chest, and bent over the back of the armchair as Cillian had instructed.

You could feel his eyes on you, tracing the curve of your ass, the swell of your hips, the way your dress hugged your figure.

You shivered, your nipples tightening into hard little points as you waited, anticipating his touch.

Cillian stepped behind you, one hand resting lightly on your lower back, the other reaching around to cup your breast. You gasped, your back arching instinctively as he squeezed, his fingers pinching your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress.

"You have a beautiful body, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he lifted up your  dress and pulled down your panties half way, exposing your ass and the slick wetness between your thighs.

"Fuck, you are soaked," he groaned, his fingers tracing the line of your ass before dipping into your folds, his fingertips swirling around your clit.

You moaned, your hips bucking involuntarily, pushing against his touch.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his fingers leaving your clit to rub your slit, coating them with your juices before slipping one finger inside you.

"Oh god," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper as you felt him invade you, filling you up.

His fingers were long, thick, and the sensation of him stretching you open was almost overwhelming. You clung to the back of the chair, your knuckles white as you braced yourself against the onslaught of sensations.

"You're so fucking tight, Y/N," Cillian growled, his voice thick with desire as he worked his finger in and out of you. "You really are a virgin , aren't you?"

You couldn't respond, your mouth open in a silent moan as you felt his finger thrust deeper, stretching you wider. Your pussy was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Answer me, Y/N," Cillian commanded, his voice low and demanding. 

"Y-yes," you stuttered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I am. I've never...never done this before."

Cillian groaned, his finger thrusting deeper, hitting a spot inside you that made you see stars.

"That's it, good girl," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "You are going to feel absolutely amazing around my cock." 

You moaned, your hips moving in sync with his hand, pushing back against his touch. The filthy words he was using sent shivers down your spine, making your pussy clench even tighter around his finger. You couldn't believe how much you were enjoying this, how much you were loving every filthy word that came out of his mouth.

Cillian added a second finger, stretching you even wider. You gasped, your nails digging into the soft fabric of the chair as you tried to brace yourself against the intense sensation.

"Now tell me, do you like the way my fingers stretch you out?" Cillian asked, his voice a low growl as he thrust his fingers deeper into your pussy.

"Yes, I do," you whimpered, your body trembling with need. "It feels so good."

Cillian chuckled, a dark, dirty sound that sent shivers down your spine. "It's nothing compared to what my cock is going to do to you, Y/N," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Your little virgin pussy is going to feel every inch of me. And you're going to love it, aren't you, Y/N?" Cillian asked, his voice laced with both filth and affection.

You bit your lower lip, nodding eagerly despite the nervous fluttering in your stomach. "Yes, I want to feel you inside me," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Cillian pulled his fingers out of your pussy with a wet, sucking sound, and you could hear the smacking noise as he licked them clean. "Good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire.

He stepped back for a moment, and you heard the rustling of fabric as he undressed.

You turned your head to watch him, your eyes widening at the sight of him naked. His body was lean and toned, a smattering of dark and grey hair across his chest tapering down to a happy trail that disappeared into his boxers. His cock was already hard again, standing proud and thick, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

You licked your lips, a nervous habit of yours, and Cillian groaned, his cock twitching in response. "Fuck, you're so goddamn sexy, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He stepped closer, his cock brushing against your ass, wet and ready. "Do you think I can fuck you bare?"

Cillian asked, his voice low and rough as he rubbed the head of his cock against your wet entrance. "Or do you want me to use a condom?"

You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment before answering. "I...I'm on the pill," you whispered. 

Cillian groaned, his cock twitching against your ass. 

"Good," he praised, his voice low and thick. "Because I really want to fill your little hole with my cum."

You gasped, a shiver running down your spine at the thought. You knew he was being filthy on purpose, trying to make you uncomfortable, trying to make you squirm. But all it did was make your pussy clench with need. You wanted him to be filthy, you wanted him to fuck you like he was talking.

"Now be a good girl and hold nice and  still for me," Cillian commanded, and you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, coating it with pre-cum.

"I'm going to push inside you now," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You bit your lip, nodding, your heart hammering in your chest. You were scared, but you also wanted this so badly it hurt.

You felt him pushing in, just the tip of him stretching you slightly, and you gasped, your eyes watering at the sensation.

"Relax, Y/N," Cillian murmured, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Just breathe through it."

You took a deep breath, trying to do as he said, and as you exhaled, you felt him push deeper, the head of his cock stretching you even more. You winced at the slight pain, your body tensing up, but Cillian soothed you with gentle words and tender touches, his hands rubbing circles on your lower back.

"That's it, just let me in. You're doing so good, Y/N," he praised, his voice low and soothing. "Now, I want you to push back against me. Meet my thrusts."

You nodded, your breath hitching as you focused on pushing back against him. The initial pain was subsiding, replaced by a strange, almost pleasurable sensation. You could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he slowly pushed deeper.

"That's it, that's my good girl," Cillian murmured, his hands gripping your hips tighter.  Let me fill that tight little pussy of yours," Cillian groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pushed deeper.

You could feel him stretching you, the sensation bordering on pain but also strangely pleasurable. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, your body adjusting to the intrusion.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Cillian growled, his voice husky with lust. "Your pussy is gripping my cock like a fucking vice."

You moaned, your body shaking with the effort of taking him. The sensation was intense, overwhelming.

You could feel every inch of him, stretching you wider than you'd ever been before. It hurt, but at the same time, there was something pleasurable about the pain. You pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, your body slowly adjusting to his size.

He began to move, slowly at first, giving you time to adjust.

You could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of you, your pussy clinging to him like a glove. The pain started to ebb away, replaced by a raw, primal pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is so tight, so fucking wet. You feel amazing."

He started to move faster, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. It was obscene how good it felt, the way your body was stretching and adjusting to accommodate his size. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock rubbing against your inner walls, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure through you.

Cillian continued to thrust, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You could hear his breaths coming out in ragged gasps, his fingers digging into your hips, gripping you tightly.

"Oh god," you  gasped, your voice barely a whisper, your body shaking with the force of his thrusts. 

Cillian growled, his hips moving with an intensity that told you he was losing control.

"I fucking love that you're so tight, Y/N," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Your little virgin pussy is squeezing the fuck out of me. I can't get enough of it."

His hips moved faster, his cock pounding into you with a force that sent you reeling.

You could feel the friction of his cock against your inner walls, the intense pleasure building up inside you. Your body shook with each thrust, your breasts bouncing, your nipples scraping against the soft fabric of the chair.

"Fuck, Cillian," you gasped, your voice barely audible. "I think... I am... oh god , I am close," you managed to get out between gasps as you could feel the pressure building in your core, your body on the brink of something amazing.

Cillian groaned, his fingers digging even deeper into your hips, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, me too, Y/N. It's so fucking good."

You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure becoming too much to bear. You were so close, so fucking close.

"Cillian," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna come.

Oh god, I'm gonna come," you panted, your voice a desperate gasp as you felt the pressure building inside you. Your body trembled, uour hips moving in sync with his, pushing back against him.

Cillian growled, his cock pounding into you with a force that made the chair creak beneath you. "That's it, Y/N," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me. Come all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me, Y/N. I want to know you're coming all over my fucking cock," Cillian growled, his voice low and filthy as, finally, you exploded.

Your body shook violently, your pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over you. You cried out his name, a ragged, desperate sound that filled the room. Cillian's grip on your hips tightened even more, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode out your orgasm with you, his cock pounding into you with a frantic, erratic rhythm.

You could feel him throbbing inside of you, his cock pulsing as he chased his own release. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and you arched your back, pushing yourself harder against him, wanting to take every last inch of him.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him tighter, milking him for everything he had to give until, eventually, he too, exploaded.

With a final, deep thrust, Cillian let out a loud, guttural groan. "Fuck, Y/N," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. 

You felt his cock swell inside you, the head pulsing as he filled you with his seed. The sensation was intense, raw, and it sent aftershocks of pleasure through your body. You could feel his hot cum spilling into you, coating your insides, and it was the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced.

The sensation of his cock pulsing, of his release filling you up, made your pussy spasm around him, drawing out your own pleasure. You were trembling, shaking with the force of your shared orgasm, and your breath came in ragged gasps.

Cillian pulled out of you slowly, his cock glistening with a mix of your juices and his cum. You felt a gush of his seed spill out of you, dripping down your thighs. He ran a hand through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing, before stepping back to admire the sight of you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

"Look at you, dripping with my cum. You look so fucking sexy like that."

You didn't think it was possible to feel any more embarrassed, but the sight of his cum dripping out of you, down your thighs, made your cheeks burn with humiliation. But at the same time, there was something thrilling about it, something dirty and erotic. You felt like a complete slut, but you loved every second of it.

Cillian Murphy, your  long time crush, had just fucked you raw, and you were still reeling from the intensity of it all. The feel of his cock inside of you, the sound of your names together as he fucked you, the taste of his cum in your mouth, everything about it had been beyond your wildest dreams.

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[seoulzie]

the final argument

WHEREIN: sparks fly (and mouths collide) as two rival debate captains finally give in to the undeniable tension simmering beneath the surface of their intellectual battles.

彡 pairing: rival!gyu x f!reader 彡 genre: smut 彡 warnings: making out, very suggestive, fingering, degrading, power dynamics, profanity & foul language

the auditorium buzzed with anticipation as the two debate teams squared off. on one side was beomgyu, the confident and sharp-witted captain. on the other was you, the equally formidable leader of your team. the rivalry between you was intense, each debate a fierce battle of wits. but tonight, beomgyu found it harder than ever to focus on the arguments. his mind was consumed by thoughts of you.

as you delivered your opening statement, beomgyu's eyes were drawn to the way you moved, the way your expression changed with each point. your voice was clear and authoritative, each word a challenge that made his heart race and his thoughts scatter.

he was supposed to be thinking about your argument, about finding holes in your logic. but all he could focus on was the way your lips glistened with the gloss you had applied, how they moved so enticingly when you spoke. he found himself wondering what it would be like to feel those lips wrapped around his—focus, damn it, he scolded himself, tearing his gaze away from you for a moment.

when it was his turn to speak, he stood up, trying to channel his usual confidence. as he delivered his rebuttal, he couldn't help but notice the way you watched him, the way your eyes followed his every move. the tension between you was almost unbearable, a magnetic pull that made it hard to concentrate on anything but you.

as the debate continued, the tension between you only grew. each counterargument and each rebuttal crackled with a thick tension that hung heavy in the air. the audience was captivated, but for beomgyu, it was like a private battle, one that was about more than just winning the debate.

finally, the debate concluded, the applause from the audience a distant echo in beomgyu's ears. as the teams began to disperse, he found himself making a beeline for you, his heart pounding in his chest. he needed to talk to you.

backstage, the clatter of folding chairs and hushed goodbyes provided a muted counterpoint to the roar of the crowd still filtering in. he pushed through a curtain, the sudden darkness momentarily disorienting. there you were, bathed in the soft glow of a single bulb, fiddling with your notes. relief washed over him, quickly replaced by a surge of urgency.

"you were incredible up there," he said, his voice low and intense as he approached you. "but i still think you missed something important."

you rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "of course you do. and what, pray tell, did i miss?"

"the fact that your entire argument was weak," he replied, stepping closer, his gaze locked on yours. "how can you possibly believe that your points had any substance?"

you crossed your arms, glaring at him. "really? you think you did any better? your points were practically laughable."

beomgyu's eyes narrowed. "laughable? at least i didn't rely on emotional appeals to make up for a lack of evidence."

"oh, so now you're accusing me of being emotional?" you shot back, stepping closer. the space between you was charged with tension, both of you breathing heavily from the exchange.

"yes, i am," beomgyu retorted, his voice dropping to a murmur. "and every time i see you up on that stage making those stupid-ass rebuttals, all i can think about is how much i want to shut you up with my mouth."

"then do it," you countered, a challenge ringing clear in your voice.

in a heartbeat, you were on each other. beomgyu grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a secluded corner backstage. the moment you were alone, the air between you crackled with electricity. he didn't waste a second, pressing you against the wall and capturing your lips with his in a desperate kiss.

the kiss was fierce, a meeting of frustration and unspoken promises, a battle line drawn with hungry lips. his lips moved against yours with a vigour that left you breathless, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer. 

"you really think you can talk to me like that?" you gasped between kisses, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

"shut up," he growled, biting your lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. "you drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

you moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth on yours.  

beomgyu's tongue slid against yours, goosebumps erupting along your arms like a constellation charting a path of craving.his hands roamed down your back, gripping your waist as he pressed himself closer to you. you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath hot against your lips as he deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth with a hunger that made you weak in the knees.

"god, you're infuriating," you muttered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"right back at you," he replied, his voice husky. "but i can't stop thinking about how good you look up there, even when you're spouting bullshit."

you smirked against his lips, your hands moving to tug at his hair. "at least i have something worth saying. unlike your half-baked arguments."

"half-baked?" beomgyu laughed darkly, his hand sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you even closer. "i could dismantle your points in my sleep."

"too bad you're not as good in debates as you are at talking shit," you shot back, your body arching against his.

"keep talking," he challenged, his voice low and dangerous. "see where it gets you."

he kissed you again, harder this time, his tongue delving into your mouth with a desperation that left your senses reeling. his hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips, pulling you impossibly closer. you responded with equal intensity, your hands slipping under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin.

"you think you can handle this?" he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire.

"i can handle anything you throw at me," you shot back, your breath hitching as his hand slid up your thigh.

"good," he growled, his teeth grazing your neck as he kissed his way down to your collarbone. "because i'm not stopping until you admit i won."

"in your dreams," you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he nipped at your skin.

"we'll see about that," he muttered, his lips returning to yours in a searing kiss that threatened to drown your senses in a sea of pleasure. you clung to him, your bodies pressed together in a heated embrace,the unspoken yearning that had simmered between you finally ignited, exploding in a cascade of kisses.

beomgyu's lips left yours, trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. you arched into him, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. he groaned against your neck, his breath hot and heavy.

"you're such a fucking tease," he muttered, his voice thick with desire as he sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your collarbone, leaving blooming bruises, each one a searing brand claiming you as his

"you love it," you shot back, your voice breathless. "admit it."

"maybe i do," he rasped, his hands moving lower to slip under your skirt. his fingers traced the edge of your panties, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "but now it's my turn."

with one swift motion, he pushed your panties aside and slipped a finger inside you, making you gasp. he smirked against your neck, adding another finger and curling them inside you, his thumb brushing against your clit. the sensation was overwhelming, a shiver ripped through you, a soft moan escaping your lips as your fingers dug into his back.

"fuck, beomgyu," you panted, your hips bucking against his hand.

he chuckled, "what's the matter? can't handle a little teasing?"

you glared at him, your breath hitching as he increased the pressure on your clit. "you're such an asshole."

"maybe," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "but you like it, don't you? you like how i make you feel."

you couldn't deny it. the way he touched you, the way he made you feel, was intoxicating. your body arched into his, your moans filling the small, secluded space. his fingers moved faster, his thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"come on," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "let go. i want to feel you come undone."

with a final, desperate thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your body convulsing with intensity. you cried out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as waves of ecstasy washed over you. beomgyu held you through it, his fingers still moving inside you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were a trembling, breathless mess in his arms.

when you finally came down from your high, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, his eyes locked on yours as he licked them clean. 

"this doesn't mean you won," you whispered, a playful glint in your eyes.

beomgyu chuckled, his breath warm against your lips. "maybe not, but i think we both came out on top."

you laughed, the sound mingling with his, as you shared one last kiss that sealed the deal—realizing that perhaps your rivalry had just transformed into something far more interesting.

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[misspygmypie]

You're Not My Real Dad

Part of the "Meet & Greet... and more?" Universe Pairing: Lando Norris x Noah Words: 1501 Request: Omg I absolutely love the meet and greet series. 😍 I was wondering if I could request something where Lando and Noah get into a fight. Like Lando told him to clean up his toys and Noah dose the whole 'your not my dad' line. But happy and sweet ending of course. 😌 Masterlist

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Lando had barely stepped inside his apartment when he felt the weight of a long race weekend lift off his shoulders. But as he walked through the modern space, lined with sleek furniture and bathed in the soft glow of evening light filtering through the large windows, his attention was drawn to a new challenge awaiting him. His seven-year-old son, Noah, had been struggling a bit with his recent move to Monaco and today was no different.

The apartment was a mix of the unfamiliar and the exciting - a space with stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea. Yet, for little Noah, it was all a bit overwhelming. The transition had been difficult and the chaos of his new room showed his unease.

After a quick shower Lando headed towards Noah’s room, his footsteps soft on the polished floors. He knocked lightly on the door before opening it. Noah was deeply engrossed in constructing a Lego spaceship on the floor, surrounded by an ocean of toys, books and scattered art supplies. The room looked like a miniature storm had hit it.

“Hey, buddy,” Lando said gently as he stepped into the room. “I see you’re building something amazing there.”

Noah looked up briefly, his concentration breaking. “Uh-huh.”

Lando smiled, sitting down beside him. “I’m glad you’re having fun but it’s time we clean up a bit. The room’s a bit messy and we need to get it sorted.”

Noah’s eyes narrowed and he pushed a Lego piece aside with a sigh. “I don’t want to.”

Lando’s heart ached at the reluctance in Noah’s voice. He understood how the move had been hard on him - new city, new school, new environment and now it seemed like even the small tasks were a burden.

“Noah,” Lando said softly, his voice concerned, “I know it’s been a bit tough lately. Moving to a new place can be really hard but we need to take care of our space so it feels more like home. Come on, let’s clean up a bit.” He reached for a stray Lego piece on the floor but Noah’s small hand shot out to grab it back.

“No!” Noah screamed. “I don’t want to! I hate it here!” He pushed the Lego piece away and kicked at a pile of books, sending them tumbling across the floor.

Lando’s patience began to fray but he tried to meet Noah’s gaze. “I understand that you’re upset. It’s a big change and it’s not easy but this mess isn’t going to help.”

Noah’s face flushed red, his anger escalating. “You don’t get it! You’re not my real dad! You don’t know how I feel!” He grabbed a handful of toys and threw them across the room, the clatter echoing off the walls.

Lando’s smile faltered. When he heard those words - “You’re not my real dad!” - his heart sank. It felt as though someone had physically twisted a knife in his chest. The sting of Noah’s outburst cut deeper than any racing setback he’d ever faced. The room, once just a mess of toys and books, suddenly felt like a battleground of emotions. 

“I may not be your real dad but I care about you a lot. I’m trying to make things better here. It’s not just about cleaning up, it’s about making this place feel like home.”

“No!” Noah shouted. “I don’t want this! I don’t want you telling me what to do!”

Lando’s face hardened as he stood up, his hands on his hips. “Well, what do you want, Noah? Just to sit here and wallow in the mess? That’s not going to fix anything. I’m trying to make things better for you!”

Noah shook his head, his anger now giving way to raw emotion. “I want my old room, my old friends. I want things to be normal!”

Lando’s shoulders sagged as he realized that shouting wasn’t going to help either of them. His anger dissolved into frustration and sadness. He took a deep breath and walked over to Noah, kneeling down to be at his level. “I know you miss your old life but we have to face this new reality together. If we keep fighting like this, it’s only going to make things harder.”

Noah looked away, his small body trembling. “This place is too big and too different.”

Lando’s mind raced, reflecting on the countless ways he had tried to make the transition easier; setting up Noah’s room, spending extra time with him whenever he could and making sure he felt welcomed in their new surroundings. Yet, despite these efforts, the move had taken a toll. Hearing Noah made Lando question if he had done enough or if he had somehow failed.

In his personal life there were no pit crews or advisors to help Lando navigate these emotional terrains, just him, his love for Noah and the desire to be the best father he could be.

Despite the hurt Lando knew he had to remain calm and supportive. He took a deep breath, pushing aside his own wounded feelings to focus on Noah’s needs. It was clear that Noah was feeling lost and was reaching out in the only way he knew how.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” Lando said quietly, his voice steady. “I know things are different for you and it’s not easy but I care about you and I’m here for you, even if it doesn’t always seem that way. Being your dad means helping you through tough times and sometimes that means cleaning up a messy room together.”

Noah’s eyes welled up and he looked down at the scattered toys, overwhelmed. “I don’t want to clean up. It’s too much.”

Tears began to roll down Noah’s cheeks and he buried his face in his hands. The sight of his son, usually so full of energy and laughter, now so vulnerable and upset, struck Lando deeply. He knew this move had been incredibly tough for Noah, tougher than him and Y/N had expected, and the weight of the transition was clearly taking its toll.

Lando gently pulled him close. “It’s okay to be sad,” he said softly. “I understand. Moving is hard and it’s a lot to handle but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here to help and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together.”

Noah’s bawling became more intense and his little body shook with the force of his crying. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “I didn’t mean it. I know you’re my dad. I just… I just don’t know how to feel.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Lando whispered. “You’re allowed to feel however you need to. It’s okay to let your feelings out. I’m here with you and we’ll get through this. It might be tough now but we’ll find our way.”

Noah’s sobs gradually subsided and he looked up at Lando with tear-streaked cheeks. “I really miss my old room,” he said softly.

“I know you do,” Lando said gently, brushing a tear from Noah’s face. “And it’s okay to miss it. We can make this new place special too. Let’s work on it together, one step at a time.”

Noah nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Okay. Can we make it fun?”

“Absolutely,” Lando said, his heart lifting at the sight of Noah’s willingness to try. “Let’s turn cleaning up into a game. We’ll see who can find the most missing pieces and put them away. And afterwards we’ll have a movie night with popcorn and whatever else you want, just the two of us.”

Noah’s face brightened slightly and he gave a small, grateful smile. “Popcorn sounds good.”

“Popcorn it is,” Lando said, smiling back. “Let’s go.”

They began tidying up and Lando made a game out of it, pretending that each toy was a hidden treasure to be found and organized. He exaggerated his excitement over each discovery, making Noah giggle despite himself. The room quickly started to look more organized and Noah’s mood lifted with each passing minute. Noah’s laughter returned as he found a new rhythm in the task and Lando felt nothing but relieved.

When they finally finished the room was clean and tidy. Noah looked around. “We did it, dad.”

“We sure did,” Lando said, giving him a high-five. “Now, let’s pick out that movie.”

They made their way to the living room where Lando let Noah choose from a selection of Disney movies. Noah’s choice was Cars - an obvious choice - and they settled in with popcorn and cozy blankets.

When the opening credits rolled Noah snuggled up against Lando, a sigh escaping his lips. The earlier tension had eased and the comfort of being with his dad made the new apartment feel a little more like home. Lando looked down at the boy in his arms. The transition to Monaco was still a work in progress but moments like these made it clear that, together, they could make it work.

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AN: Anon, I hope you like it and it's what you had in mind 🥹🫶

I'm starting a new taglist for any stories Lando x Noah related, let me know if you want to be on it!

Also, keep them requests comingggg, I have next week off and need something to do 🤭

Taglist: @eloriis @pacifierbby @landossainz @littlegrapejuice

[eddiezpaghetti]

Okay, so my experience with Stranger Things is a weird one.

I didn't care when it first came out, started to watch it out of "might as well" in 2020, wasn't interested in it enough to make it past S2, forgot about it outside of going "oh, hey, cool, there's a lesbian in it now, I guess," in S3, got really annoyed when "Running Up That Hill" got popular from it because it was a song I listened to on fucking loop after one of my best friends died in high school and I fully expected its appearance in the show to ignore the whole survivor's guilt theme of the song (and was very happy to learn later that it did the exact opposite of ignoring the lyrics), saw people drawing Eddie, suddenly got a lot more interested, watched just the fourth season like a fucking psychopath because I was seriously only there for Eddie, then got interested enough to start the show over properly, having mostly forgotten what I did watch of the show before.

And let me tell you something from the perspective of someone who started with the complete fourth season, who wasn't there from the start, who wasn't tainted by ship goggles or this internal battle of hope and despair, who wasn't theorizing about what the painting could be or expecting Mike and Will to kiss when Volume 2 happened or rooting for Mike and Eleven's relationship to go down in flames or whatever the fuck. Just someone who went blind into Season 4.

It's really fucking obvious that Will and Mike are gonna be endgame.

Like holy fuck. It's so fucking blatant I don't even know why people are nervous.

No sane fucking person would shoot this scene this way if they wanted the audience to care about El and Mike as a couple. Despite being all blurry in the background, Will's reaction to what's happening here is smackdab in the fucking middle, clearly showing that the important part is what's going through his head here. What he's feeling. It's like the opposite of that scene from Kingdom Hearts II where Sora and Riku reunite and Kairi just fucking vanishes into the aether while it's happening because, despite the fact that she was standing between them when the scene began, she doesn't matter to the scene, so she's just kind of gone when the camera angle changes. Will could have been behind one of their heads, or so far in the distance he blends in with the background, but he's not. He's so obvious that despite being massively blurred out, he's still the first goddamn thing you look at. What, you think that's an accident? You think he's in the middle of this dramatic fucking scene because of a mistake? He basically has a big flashing neon arrow pointing at him with "THIS IS THE POINT" being screamed through a megaphone.

And then this?

They're paired up like they're taking fucking prom pictures. Each one of these pairs is so fucking close to one another and so fucking far from everyone else. It's not, "Oh, they're standing vaguely near each other in a group shot," it's fucking Noah's Ark out here. Again, there's no way to take this as an accident. It's not just a framing issue. If they wanted to make the shot look balanced while still not hiding anyone else behind El, they would have scattered people around much more naturally. Even if they wanted to keep Nancy with Jonathan and Hopper with Joyce, there's so much room on that hill for three people to stand on El's left and three on her right. But they didn't do that. They put Mike and Will together on purpose in the most obvious way possible.

Like I get that coming up with crackpot theories is fun in and of itself and I'm not blaming anyone for having fun. I totally get the appeal of arguing a point and reaching for every stupid little thing to pull into it because it's like a game, okay? I've done that. But if you're trying to actually convince someone (whether it's someone who wants to believe or someone who's pissed at the very idea that Mike and Will could be in love), stay away from blue and yellow lights, stay away from costume design, stay away from the existence of closets in backgrounds. And don't worry about whether Mike's gay or bi when he's in love with Will either way. I'll give you a little tip about persuasion: You're only as strong as your weakest argument. Even if you've got strong stuff in there, too, the person you're trying to convince is going to dismiss anything you say as complete insanity the second you start going on an entire tangent about the shape of a character's fucking pocket.

Sometimes, clothes are just clothes. Sometimes, there's a closet in the background because it helps establish that a character is in a bedroom. Sometimes, blue and yellow are just a couple of colors that look nice together. And sure, it might be set designers and costume designers and cinematographers smirking and winking at the audience from behind the camera. But if the show was just those things, instead of those things in the context of everything else, they wouldn't be saying anything of note.

But this?

This tells a story all on its own. Someone with no context can look at this and automatically assume that each paired person is standing with someone they care about deeply, seeking comfort as they watch some sort of disaster unfold. And yeah, romantic couples usually come in twos, and we live in an amatonormative society, so that's going to be the first association anyone makes seeing a bunch of people paired off.

It's the same reason you look at this

And go, "Oh..."

"Those two are probably a couple."

And I genuinely don't understand how people could have watched S4 Vol. 2 and gotten scared. Because as someone who went in with no investment whatsoever, I just looked at these two--

--and went, "Oh, those two are a couple. Good for them." And I moved on. Shut up about the trees for five seconds and just see the forest for what it is.

Oh, and if you're still nervous? Little thing from a storyteller here: You don't leave a hanging thread like "Will confessed his romantic feelings for Mike by projecting them onto El, but Mike either didn't understand or at least didn't say he understood," without coming back to that later. That's Chekov's gun hanging on the wall, babes. It's gonna fire at some point. If Mike was going to reject Will's feelings, if they weren't relevant, they would have had that discussion in Argyle's van. There'd be no reason to leave you in suspense.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi! It's been about a year since I've read any Klaine fic so I'm hoping y'all can recommend some of your favorite fics from this past year or any that you're currently reading. I hope y'all have had a great holiday season. Thanks!

There's about 260 entries for finished works for Klaine on A03 for 2024!, if you want to look at the full list.

I'll give you a list of some I've read and enjoyed. (One fic per author!). I haven't included the fics from the Christmas events.

Swords and sands by @exquisitetragicthing

Ancient Rome AU, 73 years BC.

Blaine and Kurt are enslaved in the same grand villa in Capua, 125 miles south of Rome. Blaine is a renowned gladiator known for his unmatched skill in the arena. Kurt is their master’s treasured body slave and performer. In a time where their love could be as dangerous as the sword, they find themselves instantly and irrevocably drawn to each other.

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Twelve Strikes And You're Perfect by @sarkyblueeyes

Kurt has been in a friendly ten-pin bowling rivalry with his dad for 7 years, but his winning streak hits a snag when a gorgeous employee starts working at the bowling alley. Blaine has an ass that could roll a strike every time, and a terrible habit of bending over at inconvenient times. As well-meaning but hapless acquaintances conspire to push them together, will Kurt finally pluck up the courage to ask out his summer crush?

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Leaps and dives by @annepi-blog

As the 2024 Paris Olympics unfold, gymnast Blaine Anderson and diver Kurt Hummel find themselves navigating more than just their athletic dreams. Blaine, focused on his second chance at Olympic glory, crosses paths with Kurt, a newcomer to the world of professional diving with extraordinary talent. What begins as a chance encounter blossoms into something neither of them expected.

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fire island follies @bitbybitwrites

From a Tumblr Friday Ficlet prompt from bowtiesandboatshoes : "We're going to Fire Island.  It's like gay Disney World."

Title is from an actual burlesque/cabaret show: The Fire Island Follies

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Took a sugar cookie from his heart by wavingthroughawindow @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion

Anon Prompt: what about single dads!klaine whose first "date" happens when they schedule a playdate for their two preschool aged kids?? just something cute and fluffy at one of their homes or a park or something?

Kurt Hummel's daughter has a playdate with Blaine Anderson's son and Things blooms unexpectedly between the single dads.

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Seven by @scatter-the-stars

How far would you go for someone you love? For Kurt, that means doing the unimaginable. But if it means saving his dad, he's willing to take that risk. A risk that has him leaving his home to go states away to spend a week with the last person he ever expected to meet. Over the course of the next seven days, things don't go as planned, or thought.

Can seven days change everything?

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Undiscovered by @heartsmadeofbooks

All Blaine Anderson needs is a little help to put himself through school. That’s all. But he’s going to get so much more than he hoped for when he meets Kurt Hummel, the successful, sexy workaholic who in turn needs someone to make the loneliness disappear. ~~~~~

Annotations of the heart by @gleefulpoppet

Amid a period of healing solitude, Blaine crosses paths with Kurt, an inquisitive journalist. What begins as a casual conversation over an annotated book in a café becomes a blazing fire between their hearts. As the layers of their connection deepen, they learn to navigate the complexities of love, loss, and identity, unraveling a poignant tale that transcends the unexpected boundaries of their pasts.

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Unexpected By @kurtsascot

Blaine’s infatuated with his TA from last semester.

He also spills hot coffee on him.

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Tumblr ask box prompts by @cryscendo

Kisses - various one shots - mostly Klaine!

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The cute guy from the bar By @caramelcoffeeaddict Coffeeaddict80

A few days after moving to New York, Kurt decided to explore the city but ended up getting lost. He doesn't know anyone else in the city, so when he sees the name "Cute Guy From The Bar" in his phone, Kurt calls him for help. Luckily, Blaine is more than willing to be Kurt's personal tour guide around New York.

Enjoy! Jen

[thedilfdiaries]

Greece 1.5 ~ S.O.S

Soft daddy!Joel Miller x f!reader

Masterlist ♥︎ Soft Daddy Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,060

Summary: The one where you tell Joel you're pregnant

Warnings: 18+, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy tests, anxiety, panic, Joel receiving this news and reacting

Notes: A filler between Greece and the next destination. Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and/or reblogged this au. It was only ever meant to be a one-shot, but I am so grateful for the love it received. Writing this has been so very therapeutic for me and fun, and it's all because of you amazing peeps. Thank you, @saradika-graphics , for the dividers 🥰

As you go through the motions of packing your bags, your thoughts are in a tumultuous storm. You can hardly believe the result of the pregnancy test you took this morning, a tiny stick that holds the power to change your life forever. The two pink lines staring back at you confirmed your worst fears and ignited a whirlwind of emotions within you. Fear, excitement, and uncertainty all battle for dominance in your heart, and you can't shake the feeling that everything is about to change. You'd hoped it was a false positive. But here you are. You're pregnant. The news hits you like a ton of bricks, and you're not sure what to do next. You consider waiting to tell Joel until after your trip is over, but you know that's not fair to him. He has a right to know, and you want to be honest with him.

You picture Joel's face when you tell him the news, the shock and disbelief that will surely follow. You wonder how he'll react, whether he'll be happy or scared, angry or confused. You imagine him wanting to take control of the situation, to take care of you and the baby, and the thought warms your heart. But you also fear his rejection, the possibility that he might not want to be a father, or worse, that he might not want to be with you after this. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. You need to talk to Joel, to tell him what's going on and see what he thinks. Maybe this is a good thing, a sign that your relationship is meant to be.

As you take one last, lingering look around the room, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. The memories you've made here with Joel have been nothing short of extraordinary - filled with love, laughter, and a sense of adventure that has left you both breathless and exhilarated. You take a mental snapshot of the room as it is now - the rumpled sheets on the bed, the scattered books and papers on the floor, the faint scent of coffee and citrus that seems to linger in the air.

As you make your way out to the balcony, you take a deep breath, savoring the salty tang of the ocean air and the gentle rustle of the palm fronds overhead. Joel is sitting there, his gaze fixed on the horizon, and for a moment, you simply watch him, taking in the strong line of his jaw and the way the sunlight glints off his hair. You hesitate for just a moment before approaching him, feeling nervous. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead.

"Hey," you say softly, taking a seat next to him.

He looks up, a smile on his face. "Hey, princess," he says, taking your hand in his.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "Joel, there's something I need to tell you."

His smile fades, and he looks at you with concern. "What is it, darlin? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"I'm pregnant," you whisper.

His eyes widen, and he looks at you in shock. "What?"

You nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I took a test last night, and this morning, both were positive.” As the words leave your lips, Joel's expression changes from one of joy to one of shock and disbelief. His face pales, and he stands up abruptly, as if he's been physically struck. You watch in confusion as he stumbles towards the door, mumbling something about needing some air. Before you can say or do anything, he's gone, leaving you sitting alone on the balcony.

The breeze rustles the palm leaves above you, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below fills the air. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the enormity of what you've just revealed weighs heavily on your shoulders. You curl your legs up onto the chair, wrapping your arms around your knees, as you try to make sense of what just happened. You can't blame Joel for his reaction. You understand that he needs time to process the news, but it still stings to have him walk away without saying a word.

—

Joel paces back and forth on the beach, running his hands through his hair as he tries to process the news you just gave him. He mutters to himself, "Pregnant? How? I mean, I know how, but...what?" He stops and looks out at the sea, taking deep breaths as he tries to calm down. But his thoughts are racing, and he can't seem to focus on anything but the word pregnant repeating in his mind.

He starts pacing again, kicking at the sand as he goes. He's never been in this situation before, and he's not sure what to do. He doesn't want to be a father, not right now. He's already done that. But he knows that's not an option. You're carrying his child, and he can't just abandon you. He stops and looks at the sea again, feeling overwhelmed. He's not sure how he can be a good father, not after what happened to Sarah. He couldn't handle that again. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to steady his nerves. He knows he needs to talk to you to tell you what he's feeling, but he's not sure how.

—

You wait for what seems like an eternity, but Joel doesn't come back. You start to worry, wondering if he's okay. You decide to go look for him, and when you do, you find him outside, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. He looks up as you approach, and you can see the fear and uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, darlin," he says, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to leave like that. I just needed some time to think."

You nod, understanding his reaction. You sit down next to him, and he takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. Joel takes a deep breath and looks at you, his eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. "I'm scared, darlin'. I'm scared of what this means for us, for our future. I'm scared of failin’ you and the baby."

"I'm scared too, Joel. But we'll figure it out."

Joel looks at you, his eyes searching yours for something, anything. "But what if I can't be a good father? What if all I'm good at is failing?”

The vulnerability in his voice takes you aback. You never imagined Joel, the strong and confident man you've come to know and love, could feel this way. You take his hand in both of yours, your eyes meeting his. "Joel, you are a good person. You have overcome so much in your life, and you have so much love to give. I believe in you, and I know that you will be an amazing father if you want, but if not,” You pause as more tears threaten to fall, “if not then we can end the trip here and go our separate ways. I'm giving you an out.” You look down at the sand as the tears pour from your face, and suddenly you're sobbing into your hands.

Joel gently takes your hands away from your face and places his there instead, holding you like you're the most delicate thing in the world. Looking into your eyes, he can see the fear and uncertainty in them, and it breaks his heart. He takes a deep breath, "Darlin', I love you. I have loved you from the moment I met you. And I want to be with you, always. I want to be there for you and our baby. I'm not gonna leave.”

You look up at him, tears still streaming down your face. "Really?”

He nods, a small smile on his face. "Yes, really. I want to be a family with you. I want to build a life with you. I want to be the father that our child deserves. I may not be perfect, but I'll do everything in my power to be there for you both.”

You feel a sense of relief wash over you. "Thank you, Joel. Thank you for being here for me, for us."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Always, darlin'. Always."

You lean in and kiss him, feeling a sense of closeness and connection that you've never felt before. When you pull away, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes, and you know that everything is going to be okay.

—

As your flight to France draws near, you take time to rest, feeling the fatigue from the emotional morning catch up to you. After your tearful conversation, Joel takes it upon himself to go out and buy you some essentials. He knows that you'll need all the support you can get during this pregnancy, and he wants to do everything in his power to help you. So he walks down the bustling streets of Greece, taking in the sights and sounds of the market. He heads to a florist first, picking out a beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses. The florist wraps them up carefully, and Joel can't help but smile as he takes them in his hands. He knows they'll just be left here when you leave, but he gets them anyway, hoping to brighten your mood.

Next, he heads to a small café, where he orders a box of pastries, a few sandwiches, and two cups of hot coffee. He knows that you've been feeling a bit nauseous, but he's hoping that the smell of fresh coffee will help perk you up. After that, he makes his way to a health food store, where he picks up some prenatal vitamins and other supplements. He's not entirely sure what you'll need, so he grabs one of anything that seems helpful.

As he walks back to the villa, Joel can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He knows that this pregnancy is going to be a challenge and change his life forever. He wants to be there for you every step of the way, providing you with the love and support that you need, more than ever, but he can't help feeling a sense of doubt in himself.

Could he really do this all over again without failing?

—

The villa is quiet and peaceful, the only sound being the soft rhythm of your breathing as you sleep. Joel enters the room, his footsteps light on the plush carpet. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face as he watches you sleep. You look so beautiful, so peaceful that he feels a pang in his heart, wondering how you must be feeling. He quietly sets up a little display for you, with the flowers in a vase, the food, and the vitamins, all laid out on the table. With everything in place, Joel grabs his cup of coffee and takes a seat at the table, his eyes never leaving you.

As time passes, Joel decides to step out onto the balcony overlooking the sea. The view is breathtaking, the endless expanse of blue water stretching out before him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the salty air fill his lungs and pulls out the box with the engagement ring he's picked out for you from his pocket, and the delicate gem gleams in the sunlight. He knows now more than ever that this is the right decision, that his plans to propose in France will definitely go forward. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, to build a family and a future together.

—

You slowly open your eyes, the sleep still lingering in your limbs. As you sit up, you're greeted by the mouth-watering aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery pastries. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in the beautiful display Joel has set up on the table. A vase filled with an array of bright and colorful flowers sits prominently in the center, surrounded by an assortment of foods, vitamins, and prenatal supplements. “Joel what is all this?”

"Thought you might need some stuff to help you through the pregnancy. I wasn't sure if you're allowed coffee, but I figured one cup won't hurt."

You smile, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for Joel. He's been so supportive and kind, and you know that he's going to be an amazing father. You take a sip of the coffee, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

—

As the two of you make your way to the airport, you can't help but feel a sense of anxiety. This trip has already been a whirlwind, and the news of your pregnancy has only added to the drama. As you board the plane, Joel notices a familiar face in first class. It's a woman he used to know back when he was married, a wealthy socialite who always seemed to have her sights set on him. She sees him as well, and a sly smile spreads across her face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Joel Miller," she purrs. "And who is this little thing by your side? Certainly not the sort of woman I'd expect to see with a man like you." She eyes you up and down.

You feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Joel just smiles. "Now, now, Elizabeth, there's no need to be rude. This is my partner, and she's pregnant with my child. I'd appreciate it if you'd show her some respect."

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Pregnant? Well, congratulations, I suppose. I never took you for the family type, Joel, not after what happened to - whatever her name was. But I guess we all have our secrets, don't we?"

You can feel your anger rising, but Joel just shakes his head. "Elizabeth, please. We're just trying to enjoy our trip."

Elizabeth sighs, clearly disappointed. "Fine, Joel. I'll leave you to your...family. But don't expect me to roll out the red carpet for your little ragamuffin here. She's not exactly the type of person I'd expect to see in first class." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving you and Joel sitting there in shock.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea she'd be on this flight. She's always had a bit of a mean streak."

You sigh, leaning into his embrace. "It's okay, Joel. I know she was just trying to get a reaction out of you. But you didn't have to announce that I'm pregnant, I mean, we just found out, why'd you tell her?”

Joel looks at you with a sheepish expression. "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't mean to blurt it out like that. I guess I just wanted to prove to her that I'm not the same man I used to be, that I've changed and grown. I wanted her to know that I'm happy, that I'm in love. I wanted her to see that I'm not alone, that I have you and the baby, and that I don't need her or anyone else from that damn circle."

"I know, Joel. And I'm proud of you, I really am. It's just a lot to take in, that's all.” You sigh

The rest of the flight is tense and heavy, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. You can't shake off the encounter with Elizabeth, and you can tell that Joel is still feeling guilty for blurting out your pregnancy. But despite the awkwardness, you find comfort in Joel's presence, his warm hand holds yours as the plane begins its descent. You feel a sudden surge of excitement. You've never been to France before, and you can't wait to explore the city of love with Joel.

“You wanna watch a movie? It'll help pass the time.” Joel offers, and you agree.

As the two of you settle into your seats and the movie begins, Joel can't help but feel a sense of guilt and unease. He keeps replaying the encounter with Elizabeth in his mind, wondering if he made a mistake by revealing your pregnancy to her. He knows that he only did it to prove a point, but he can't shake off the feeling that he's failed you in some way.

He looks over at you halfway through the movie to find you sleeping peacefully next to him. He can't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of his past, by the memories of his failed marriage and the loss of his firstborn child. His mind drifts to the future and all the challenges that it may bring. He knows that he's made mistakes in the past, but he's determined to do better this time around. He looks over at you again, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the movie screen, and he feels a sense of peace wash over him. Maybe he can do this.

As the movie comes to an end, Joel takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. You open your eyes, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. "Hey princess" he says, his voice soft.

"Hey," you reply, yawning. "What time is it?"

"We're about to land."

You look out the window as the plane descends, watching as the green fields and rolling hills of the countryside give way to the bustling cityscape of Paris. The Eiffel Tower looms in the distance, a symbol of love and romance that seems to promise a brighter future.

[ndostairlyrium]

Latest Fanfics - Opening Lines

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics, then attempt to tag 10 people!

Thank you so much @greypetrel for the tag <33

I always try to avoid sharing my writerings because of reasons I've been mentioning a whole lot, but I plan to change my attitude towards it <3

Tagging: @underneathestars @sparatus @heniareth @bibutterflies @bronzeagelove @briannasroger @herearedragons @violets-and-amber @maternal-space-person @lyricallyriumao3 and whoever feels like doing it <3

1. "Non Oggi" - Cullavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | 1,616 words | One-Shot | Language: English

Summary: Cullen doesn't feel like going out in the world out of guilt and not feeling enough, Lavellan goes all the way to comfort him.

Laid down, eyes fixated on a small flower pot, fluffy blanket covering his waist.

2. "Efficiente" - Cullavellan before they became an item | Dragon Age: Inquisition | 2,224 words | One-Shot | Language: Italian

Summary: The one with Lavellan trying to approach poetry, with terrible results. Cullen tries his best to assist her.

Era una mattinata egregiamente regolare. / That morning was egregiously regular.

3. "Primula Vulgaris" - Cullavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | 333,345 words | Ongoing | Language: Italian, English <- until chapter 14 although I have no plans to keep translating it until I find some help <<

Summary: A parallel story to the main plot of Inquisition featuring two neurotic individuals, trauma™, barn owls nesting on impossible perches, and the search for mutual protection

In the woods that marked the western edge of the Outskirts, the sun was shining at the highest point in the sky, scattering its rays softly through a dense web of yellowing leaves.

4. "In A Moment" - [Rewrite] Shakarian | After the event of ME2, focused on Lazarus project and the synthetic nature of a reborn Shepard | 71,379 words | Complete | Language: Italian

Summary: A painstaking search, arising from a simple assumption. Lenore Shepard will have to face an inner conflict that will lead her to doubt her own nature and, together with her companions, she will be the protagonist of a delicate and exhausting investigation to find meaning in her existence.

La distesa di terra brulla delle Highlands si apriva davanti a lei: una coltre di sassi aguzzi e terriccio molle in un panorama arido e monotono, il cielo plumbeo a fare da cornice. / Highlands' barren grounds stretched wide open in front of her: blanket of sharp boulders and spongy soil in a dry and monotonous landscape. Leaden sky framing the scene.

5. "Sore" - Lavellan & Advisors, Cullavellan hinted | Dragon Age: Inquisition | 1,029 words | One-Shot | Language: English

Summary: After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts - The advisors are discussing questionable beauty routines, Cullen is being dense, the girls are happy to tease him because of it

"You're not being serious, are you?"

6. "Withered Flowers" - Elanor Cousland (after Witch Hunt), m!Hawke (after the main storyline of DA2), Ankh Lavellan (ten years before the Conclave) | 1,643 words | Complete | Language: Italian

Summary: Collection of three one-shots following Elanor Cousland, Hawke, and Ankh Lavellan, respectively. Three petals of three different flowers that find themselves floating in the same still water.

Ultimamente l'orto di girasoli non andava bene. / Lately, the sunflower field wasn't going well.

7. "The Talk" - Leandra Amell & Hawke | Dragon Age 2 | 1151 words | One-Shot | Language: English

Summary: (Act 2) Leandra wants to find a wife for Hawke, Hawke just wants to read in peace.

"Miss Glinda could use some lessons for her table manners but she has a delightful personality. What do you think?"

8. "The Shepard Syndrome" - Fenhawke (trying to blossom) | Dragon Age 2 | 1,353 words | One-Shot | Language: English

Summary: Beginning of act 2 - The one in which Fenris wants to know why nobody calls Hawke by his given name, but there's some tension going on between the two as they just have finished discussing about their feelings.

Birds chirping, merchants chattering, life going on…

9. "I Like You" - Cullavellan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | 424 Words | One-Shot | Language: English

Summary: The Inquisitor is persistent in letting her commander know she likes him, but he won't reciprocate. Apparently, at least.

"I like you"

10. "Libra" - Turian original characters, MxM | Mass Effect (10 years before the events of the first game) | 165,954 words | Incomplete | Language: Italian

Summary: A disastrous meet cute; the spy smells injustice and the target is too hot to be put down. Serge "Starblazer" R'lyeh is set up for an impossible mission by his superior officer, who knows it will potentially cause an irreparable stain in his service status.

Il finto rumore delle cicale, la proiezione di un cielo terso e rosa, la sensazione di essere sfiorati dalla brezza di un ambiente tipicamente marittimo. / The fake sound of cicadas, the projection of a clear pink sky, the feeling of being brushed by the breeze of a quintessentially maritime environment.

[spookypete-94]

Take a Picture

Scareactor!GhostxFem!reader

Reader is a professional photographer hired out at a haunted theme park where she catches the eye of one of our favorite masked men.

Inspired by a TikTok I saw that I can not find for the life of me! Will do a part 2 tomorrow if time allows it. Feeling festive :)

Happy Halloween!!

"$1,500."

"For the weekend??" Y/N asked eagerly. After starting her own business, money was tight. Wedding season had slowed down from the change of seasons, and senior pictures would be her next pick-up in the spring.

"For the weekend," the manager of the theme park said before continuing, "if things stay busy and the weather is good, we will ask you back for the next weekend. Does that work?"

"Absolutely!" Y/N said, without any hesitation. Fuck yeah! Was what she wanted to say.

"Great, shift brief starts at 4 PM before the park gets dark. If you want to attend to see how we operate, you are more than welcome."

"I'll be there." Pleasantries were exchanged before the phone was hung up. She felt like she was riding on cloud 9. Gathering her camera equipment, flashes, and extra batteries and a few lenses, nearly skipping out the door to her car. The money would be nice, but how many people get to take pictures at a Halloween event at a theme park for their portfolio as well?

The autumn air was crisp on her skin, the sky bright blue with Toy Story clouds in them. This felt promising for her, and she loved the feeling. She gave up her hated job and moved on to her dream career as her own boss, making her hobby into her life choice.

Pulling into the theme park, she immediately noticed the dark aesthetic, further feeding her anticipation for the next two nights. The black metal gates at the entrance decorated with twinkling purple lights. Seeing what appeared to be a group of workers, she gathered her things and followed them I'm.

"Y/N?" Someone asked as she walked through, assuming it was the person she talked to on the phone.

"Yes," she said, sticking out her hand to shake the other person's

"Thought so with that camera around your neck, come with me, have some information and papers for you to sign before you get started." The woman turned on her heel waiting for y/n to follow.

"My name's Kate. Basically, we want jump scare shots if you can get them and some candids of the actors. We will take your pictures at the end of the night and place a watermark on them. If the customers want to buy them, then they can. Sound good?"

Kate kept walking at a fast pace, heading to what looked like an office.

"Yeah, totally," she nodded.

Once inside, she sat down and signed the proper paperwork.

"Stay out of the actors' way if you can help it. They can get pretty into it and don't want you hurt. Wear this mask," she said, sliding a black and red formal mask to her. "I've already shown them this mask so they understand you're here to photograph, not to be scared. Alright?"

"Got it." She said taking the mask and looking at it. It was flat black with red sparkles outlining it. Black ribbon used to tie it back.

"They should all be in the meeting room, I'll lead you there and then you should be good to go."

Standing up once more, she followed Kate. Heart pounding in her chest, ready to get started.

It was almost like a locker room, men and women scattered through it. Most were in actual costumes that would frighten anyone, fake blood spattered across fabric or skin. Full masks of different creatures on their shoulders.

One of them caught her eye, however. He was shirtless but wearing black pants. Red over his tattooed arms and hands, making it look like he had freshly killed someone. His eyes were brown, like the leaves in the trees right now, the only feature she could see of his face from the skull mask he had on.

Instantly, her breathing hitched. It was like her heart stopped, making her stand still. Awkwardly moving in, realizing that people were watching her move now.

She tried to make herself small, standing in a corner. Listening to who was designated in what area and when everyone would rotate around, trying to pay attention to the map. Her eyes kept wandering over to the large man that was built like a Greek God, finding she wasn't able to control herself. The brown eyes glanced over to her, making her hair stand on end. He caught her staring at him.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." The voice in his chest rumbled.

She couldn't quite place if he was making a joke about her, or if he was upset with her for staring.

"S-sorry," she stuttered out quietly, turning to face the speaker once more. Shortly after her apology, the meeting was over. He walked past her, shadow looming over, making a chill across her skin.

Kate must have seen their interaction. "Don't mind him. He comes across gruff sometimes but mostly just sticks to himself."

Y/N nodded, readying herself, doing one last check through things ready to get the night started. Tying her mask around her face, she walked out into the main courtyard.

It started off amazing. People come through the gates in waves. Laughing to herself when people were scared by the actors, but then stopping her with them when they wanted their picture taken. It was beautiful to her, even as it was creepy. People were having a good time spiking their adrenaline, and she got to capture it. It made her earlier embarrassing moment go away. She had completely forgotten about it... until it was shift change, and there he stood. Making her stomach feel like it had just rolled.

Underneath his mask, he was smiling. Seeing the fear strike her face. It was what he lived for... but she was untouchable... for now.

She told herself to move past it. Getting paid was important. It didn't stop her. She took her photos of him in awe of his ability to just intimidate his victims, bolting after them, making them run away. His chuckle in his chest made her body heat up in such a way. Heart throbbing at the sight of him.

The night is coming to its end. The clock striking midnight at the park, the bells rolling off in the distance. It was like it signified something to him. She watched his head turn around to her, his eyes wicked. Taking large steps, he approaches, rolling his shoulders in the same manner that he did when he picked his next target. Her eyes were wide, and she turned and tried to run, unable to process what he was doing. He grabbed her arm and pulled him to her, where he then backed her up into the corner of a garden and a doorway. Hands now on either side of her head, all she could do was look up at him and breathe. Even that was hard to do.

"You get your picture, finally sweet girl?" His voice rasped. "Get my good side, did ya? I get to take pictures of you next, right?" He said, taking the camera of her shoulders and lifting it over her head. He snapped a few photos of her before leaning in further, lips now brushing her ear through his mask.

"Would like to take different photos of you...if you're interested." With that, he turned on his heel, walking away now. Just leaving her alone with her thoughts... all she could think was-

And I get to do this again tomorrow.

part 2

Simon Ghost Riley Masterlist

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +2,5k

A/n: this part will follow the events of Scream 6 but it will take place two years later from Scream 5. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

After Tara and Iris stepped out of the room, they made their way downstairs, where Sam, Kirby, and Wayne were deep in discussion about a plan to catch Ghostface. The plan was simple: walk through a public area, wait for Ghostface to call, and then trace the call to pinpoint his location. Iris couldn't shake the feeling that the plan was almost too easy, but at this point, they had nothing to lose.

As the three of them ventured into the nearby park, the sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the scene. Families were scattered across the grassy areas, children laughed as they played, and couples strolled hand in hand. The contrast between the carefree atmosphere and their dangerous mission felt surreal.

Tara and Iris walked side by side, their silence punctuated by an unspoken tension that hung in the air. Every time they caught each other's eyes, a rush of awkwardness washed over them, causing both to quickly look away.

"You two should have stayed with the others," Sam said sternly, glancing back at them as they walked.

"That's not going to happen," Tara replied defiantly, her tone firm.

"And miss all the fun? Nope, Sam, I want to be there when we catch him," Iris added.

"Yeah, same," Tara chimed in, her gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet Iris's eyes for more than a fleeting moment.

Sam shot them a puzzled look, her brow furrowing as she sensed the weird tension between them. "Okay, what happened?"

"What do you mean?" Iris feigned innocence, her heart racing.

Sam gestured between them, her expression shifting to one of concern. "This... whatever the fuck is going on. You two are acting weird."

"We are not acting weird," Tara protested, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Iris said at the same time, still avoiding each other's gaze.

Sam studied them closely, her curiosity piqued. "You," she pointed at Iris, "went to talk to her," then she turned to Tara, "and then you two spent a big fucking amount of time upstairs, and now you're both acting like this? Like Tara was all red when you guys came downstairs!".

She paused, her eyes widening as realization dawned on her. "Shut up, like shut the fuck up."

"Sam, no," Tara began, her voice rising slightly in panic.

"You're telling me..." Sam's grin widened, amusement lighting up her face.

"I'm not telling you shit, we have things to worry about like catching a fucking psycho that wants to kill us thank you very much" Iris shot back, quickening her pace to escape Sam's gaze. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, mortified that the woman seemed to realize what went down between Tara and her.

"This is the funniest shit ever" Sam declared, unable to contain her laughter.

"You know Sam? Maybe Ghostface has a fucking point".

Sam laughed for a moment before she redirected the conversation back to their plan. "Alright, alright. Focus, everyone. We need to stay on track here." She gave Tara a proud pat on the back, making the girl smile softly.

"Anyways, there's no point in all of us putting ourselves at risk," Sam continued, changing the topic of conversation.

"We're not," said Tara simply. "We're your backup."

"Hey, Sam." Kirby's voice crackled through the phone, breaking the silence that had settled over the group as they walked. "Stay frosty out there, okay?"

"We're good," Sam replied, her voice steady but tinged with an undercurrent of tension. She glanced around, her eyes scanning the park, taking note of the families picnicking and the joggers weaving through the paths. It all felt too normal, too peaceful for the chaos they were entangled in.

Nearby, Wayne sat on a bench, pretending to read a newspaper. His posture was casual, but Sam could tell he was hyper-aware, eyes darting around to ensure they weren't being watched. He had insisted on keeping a close eye on them, and Sam appreciated his presence, even if it felt stifling at times.

As they continued their stroll, Iris trailed behind Sam, her mind wandering. The sun warmed her skin and Iris felt tempted to buy an ice cream cone as it seemed like the only time they actually wanted Ghostface to talk to them was the one time he didn't feel like it.

Minutes passed in silence as they walked, and just as Iris was about to complain, Sam's phone buzzed, cutting through the tranquility. The sound was sharp and jarring, Sam pulled it out of her pocket without hesitation, her heart racing as she glanced at the caller ID. Once again, it displayed Richie's name.

A chill ran down her spine, but she took a deep breath, steeling herself. "You're gonna die, you know," she growled into the phone, her voice surprisingly calm despite the fury simmering beneath the surface.

"No, you're gonna die, Samantha!" Ghostface shot back. "Choking on your own blood when I hack up your sister and your friends."

"Unless we find you first." She shot back, her grip on the phone tightening. She could feel her pulse quickening as she glanced at Iris and Tara, both of them looking around the park, their eyes darting from one person to another, searching for anyone who seemed out of place.

"For a mastermind, you're not very bright,"

Ghostface's voice came through, smooth and taunting. "Waiting for me to call, desperately hoping I'm nearby so the police can grab me? But I'm not nearby. I'm a step ahead of you idiots, as always. Be seeing you, Samantha." With that, the line went dead, leaving a silence that hung heavy in the air. Sam's breath came in short bursts, and she clenched her jaw, fighting back the rage that threatened to consume her.

"How the hell did he know about our plan?" Iris exclaimed, panic rising in her voice. "Someone must have told him."

"Did you get the location?" Sam spoke to Kirby, struggling to keep her voice steady.

"Yep," the FBI agent replied, maintaining her calm. "Geolocation is coming through right now. He's on the Upper West Side, in an apartment halfway across the city."

"On West 96th?" Tara interjected, her heart racing.

"Wait, how did you know that?" Kirby asked, a hint of disbelief in her tone.

The realization dawned on them simultaneously, the air thick with dread as they processed where the killer was calling from and who he was targeting next.

"Gale," they whispered in unison, horror etched across their faces.

Without a moment's hesitation, the four of them took off running, adrenaline propelling them forward. "My friend Danny is on the West Side," Sam panted, fingers flying over her phone as she messaged him. "He can get there faster."

"Yeah, or he could finish her off!!" Wayne shot back, his voice laced with urgency. "Is it possible he's the killer?"

"We'd be dead without him, so I'll take my chances," Iris replied, fear fueling her stride. As Tara ran alongside her, she subtly pointed out a police car parked on the street. Both of them exchanged a quick glance before sprinting toward it, leaving Sam and Wayne to argue behind them.

Iris and Tara dove into the car, and Tara scrambled for the driver's seat, her palma sweating as she rifled through the compartments for the keys.

"Are we about to commit a felony?" Iris asked.

"Yep. You ready?"

"Okay cool just making sure" Iris found the keys and tossed them to Tara as she buckled her seatbelt. Tara immediately started honking the horn, glancing back to see Sam still engaged in conversation with the police officer.

"Sam!" Tara shouted over the blaring horn. She honked again, urgency pulsing in every beep. "Get in!"

"What is she doing?" Wayne demanded, noticing Tara behind the wheel. His concern deepened as he watched Sam bolt toward the car, his expression laced with disbelief.

"Hey! Get out of my car!" the older man shouted, storming toward them. "What do you think you're doing? That's an official vehicle! HEY!"

"I feel like we should use the sirens," Iris suggested, rolling up the window to muffle Wayne's protests.

"Did you really think we were going to steal a police car and not use the sirens?" Tara shot Iris a playful smirk as she pressed the button, the blaring sirens instantly echoing through the air.

Wayne began banging on Iris's window, desperation written all over his face. "Do you even have a license?"

"Sorry, bro, can't hear you!" Iris mouthed exaggeratedly, dramatically pointing to her ears and shaking her head.

"Let's go!" Sam urged, glancing around as Tara slammed the car into gear and sped off down the street, the sound of sirens fading in the distance.

In the backseat, Sam anxiously dialed Gale's number again, frustration mounting as the call went straight to voicemail.

"She's not answering!" Sam exclaimed, her voice tinged with desperation. "Can you drive any faster?"

"I can try!" Tara replied. She swerved around a sedan, the tires squealing as she weaved between cars, almost like it was a fast and furious movie.

"Jesus christ Tara, try not to get us killed please!" Iris shouted from the passenger seat, gripping the handle as they picked up speed.

They burst into Gale's apartment to find Ghostface looming over her, as he pushed a knife to her face while the older woman fought with every ounce of strength she had to stop him.

"Hey fuckface!" Sam shouted, as she quickly snatched a gun from the floor and shot at Ghostface a couple of times, missing him by inches. She didn't kill him but it distracted him long enough to break his grip on Gale.

Iris and Tara rushed to Gale's side, panic flooding their senses as they took in her injury. Blood was pooling beneath her, and it seemed impossible to stop it.

Iris quickly tore off her jacket and pressed it against Gale's abdomen, her hands shaking. "Gale, stay with us! Come on, don't give up," she urged, desperation lacing her voice.

Tara squeezed Gale's hand tightly, her eyes wide with fear. "You're going to be okay, we're right here. Just hold on!"

"Oh, shit, Gale!" Sam exclaimed, dropping to the floor beside Iris to help apply pressure to the wound. "I'm sorry. I should've known that he was gonna come after you."

Gale opened her eyes briefly, locking gazes with them. "He didn't get me. Tell Sidney he never got me," she said, her voice steady yet haunting, as if she was coming to terms with her fate. Then, her eyes fluttered shut.

"Gale!" Sam called out, panic rising in her chest.

"Don't you dare, Gale!" Iris pleaded, desperation filling the air.

"Out of the way!" a paramedic shouted as they burst into the room, urgency written all over their faces.

"Move! You've got to move!" Tara cried, gripping Sam's shoulders and pulling her back, the older girl unwilling to accept the reality that Gale might be gone.

"Got a weak pulse, we gotta move now!" the paramedic said as she assessed Gale's condition. The three girls collectively exhaled in relief, tears spilling down their cheeks as they sobbed quietly, clinging to hope as the paramedics worked swiftly to stabilize Gale.

Gale was rushed to the hospital, and the entire group hurried there, anxious for updates. They filled the waiting area, each person lost in their own thoughts. Just then, they spotted Danny sprinting through the hospital doors, urgency in his stride.

"I got here as fast as I could," he panted, but Sam could only stare at him, her mind racing and words escaping her.

"Did you?" Tara questioned suspiciously, her eyes narrowing. Iris felt a knot tighten in her stomach; Danny was supposed to be close to Gale, yet he had arrived much later. It didn't look good.

"I'm sorry, I—" Danny started, but he was interrupted.

"I'm scared, you guys," Mindy suddenly spoke up, her voice trembling with fear. "I really don't want to get hurt again."

"Neither do I," Chad added, his own voice quaking.

Mindy turned to her twin brother, concern etched on her face. "I don't want you getting hurt again, either."

"I know. I know." Chad leaned his head on Mindy's shoulder, drawing comfort from her presence.

"We're going to be fine. We have to be," Iris spoke up, trying to reassure her friends but she wasn't sure anyone believed her. Tara leaned against Mindy as well, and Mindy extended her hand, prompting Iris to join them.

Iris looked at Sam, who stood nearby, her expression failing to show anything other than despair. She rubbed Sam's shoulder in a comforting manner.

"So, what do we do now?" Chad asked, making eye contact with everyone in their friend group, searching for answers.

"Maybe he gets to win this time," Sam's voice came out soft, causing the room to go still. Everyone turned to her in disbelief. "He wants to punish me."

Sam stood up, her lower lip trembling as the weight of her words sank in. "Me," she reiterated. "So maybe I just let him."

"Are you insane, Sam?" Iris shot back, her disbelief palpable. She couldn't understand where this was coming from.

"I'll just give myself up," Sam continued, as if she hadn't heard Iris. "If this is what I have to do to keep you all safe, then it's worth it."

"No, we're not doing that, Sam!" Tara exclaimed, rising to her feet to close the distance to her sister. "You went back to Woodsboro to protect me and every single day you make the decision to protect me. None of us would even be alive if it wasn't for you. You have to let us protect you this time"

"No," Sam shook her head, her resolve unwavering.

"Yes, we're a team. Remember?" Tara urged, her voice rising as the others began to stand as well.

"We have each other's backs, now and always," Iris added, stepping closer to reinforce her point.

"Actually, we're a family," Mindy interjected, her expression firm.

"Let's go! Core Five! Come on!" Chad declared, his enthusiasm breaking through the tension as he clapped his hands together and raised one hand in the air.

"Core Five!" Mindy echoed, joining her brother, and the others quickly followed suit, hands in the center.

"Core what?" Danny asked, a bemused smile on his face.

"It's an us thing," Chad shrugged, dismissing the confusion with a grin.

"He's going to keep coming after us," Sam said, her voice trembling as fear crept in.

"Then we kill the bitch" Iris replied, as if it was that simple.

"Isn't there somewhere safe we could just hole up in?" Ethan chimed in for the first time, his tone unsure.

"No, he'll just keep finding us," Tara countered, her expression darkening.

"Great," Ethan muttered, clearly frustrated.

Tara paused, deep in thought, before a glimmer of hope crossed her face. "Maybe we can use that though."

She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed Officer Bailey. The group exchanged glances, unsure of what her plan was but trusting her instincts. Tara put the call on speaker so everyone could hear.

"I'm getting my ass chewed out for not dropping the case, and now you want me to do what?" Officer Bailey's incredulous voice crackled through the speaker.

"We want to lure him to a secure location and trap him," .

"And then what?" Bailey asked, skepticism clear in his voice.

"We execute him." Tara declared like it was a normal thing to say, but maybe to them it was. After a moment of silence from Wayne line she spoke again. "Are you going to help us?"

"Let's kill the son of a bitch." Wayne's voice sounded angry. "Now, I'm stuck here, but Gale gave us the cards to the theater. It's got heavy surveillance and security cameras, but we can use that against him. I'll tell Kirby to meet you there, and I'll join you as soon as I can."

"Got it."

"And remember, travel in public," Wayne added. "The more people around you, the less chance he has to take a shot at you before you get there."

They hung up, and the group moved toward the door, setting the plan in motion. Iris lingered back a moment, turning to Tara with a smile.

"What?" Tara asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Great plan,"

"Thanks," Tara replied as they made their way toward the subway station.

"So, execute him?" Iris raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. Tara rolled her eyes at the theatrics. "And then you say I'm the sadistic one?"

"Don't lie to me, you kinda dig it," Tara shot back, echoing what Iris had said a few hours earlier.

Iris burst into laughter. "Oh, you have no idea."

[cutecurly-hair]

Hearts Unleashed (Part 4)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Body Shaming

Words: 3,718

In future chapters I am going to change a few things and spice a few things up just for story purposes.

"Charlie, slow down!" I yelled, my breath coming in gasps as my heart pounded in my chest. The air was crisp with cold, but my body burned with the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Trying to keep up with Charlie, my feet felt like they were on the verge of giving out.

He glanced back with a smug expression. "This is a race, isn't it?" he questioned, maintaining his brisk pace. I'd have a witty comeback if I weren't currently running for dear life.

As if reading my thoughts, Charlie offered a tempting proposition, "If you can make it to the finish line, I'll get you that milkshake you've been craving." He casually wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. Internally groaning, I realized Charlie knew precisely where to hit me my weakness for sweets.

"Come on, Year 10!" Coach Singh's voice echoed across the field. "We've been doing this all term, and no one's beaten Charlie's time yet."

Feeling a surge of determination, I picked up my pace, pulling alongside Charlie. Gasping for breath, I managed to blurt out, "I want a vanilla shake with sprinkles on top." He shot me an impressed look, nodding, "A deal is a deal."

"Come on! Yes!" Coach cheered. "There you go, Y/N. Keep at it. Keep it moving!" she urged.

"Don't stop, Y/N, before Charlie leaves you in the dust!" she shouted. My face grew warm, and it wasn't just from the running. Maintaining my focus on the finish line, I couldn't ignore Nick Nelson's gaze fixed on me. My breath caught, causing me to stumble and lose my footing. Falling face first in the ground, Coach winced blowing the whistle.

I did not get up; I did not move I just laid there in embarrassment. as if the ground could somehow swallow me whole.

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As I pressed the bandage onto my knee, wincing at the pain, Charlie shot me a concerned look. "You sure you're, okay?" he asked, and I just nodded, trying to ignore the ache.

"At least you'll have a good-looking scar," he joked while struggling with his books from the stubborn locker. I scoffed, "Trust me, I've got enough scars already," giving Charlie a quick glance as he continued his battle with the uncooperative locker.

"You know we're going to be late for class, right?" I reminded him, checking the clock across the hall.

He grimaced, "Don't worry, I almost got it—" Suddenly, a loud ripping sound filled the air, and he gasped, eyes widening.

"Clearly, you don't," I teased, nudging him aside to take matters into my own hands.

Grabbing the books, I tugged gently, finally loosening them. I couldn't help but smile, saying, "See, it's all about the touch—"

"Hey," Nick Nelson's voice interrupted as he approached. Startled, I lost my grip, and all the books came crashing to the floor.

"Maybe it's not all about the touch," Charlie said sarcastically, and I could see annoyance written all over his face as he eyed the scattered books on the floor. Ignoring his comment, I crouched down to pick up the books, and Nick followed suit. As I nervously gathered the books, I cursed at myself, wondering why I was suddenly so nervous.

Standing up, I finally looked at him, and he gave me a soft smile. Quickly grabbing the books from him, I didn't want him to notice how sweaty my hands had gotten in the last ten seconds.

"Thanks," I said, smiling back. He looked down at my hands and quirked a brow, "You play the drums?"

I shook my head, "These are actually Charlie's drumsticks. I'm more into photography, actually," cringing internally at why that piece of information was necessary.

"Nevertheless, that's really cool," he said with genuine excitement in his eyes. My smile grew wider; it was the first time someone had complimented my love for photography. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults again, and I didn't quite understand what this boy was doing to me.

Charlie cleared his throat. "We have class, so…" he intervened. I looked back at him, giving him a 'now you want to go to class?' look, and he just shrugged his shoulders.

Nick got the point "Oh right, sorry I had something I wanted to ask you...Do you think that maybe you can be our equipment manager?" he said looking at me hopefully but a look with uncertainty.

"I also think that you should join the Rugby team to, we have enough for the team but were not allowed to actually play against other teams without a reserve," Nick explained to Charlie, he continued "And I saw you run in PE and you're, like, really fast." he confessed.

Turning back to me, looking down at my knee worried etched into to his face. Making me remember all over again how I fell flat on my ass right in front of him, I swear I can feel my face getting hot. "So...I thought you might be interested." he finished.

Me staring agape at him not really knowing what to say, Charlie speaking up "I don't know how to play,"

"I can teach you how to play if that makes you feel any better?" Nick offered looking at me for my response.

Feeling a little hesitant, I joined in, "And I have no experience as an equipment manager."

"You just have to make sure that you have enough equipment for the game when the time comes," he reassured me. Still not feeling good about it, he could sense the unease in my eyes.

"There's only a good number of guys on the team, so I am sure it won't be too difficult for you,"

Crossing my arms, I replied, "I am sure I will be able to handle it; it shouldn't be that difficult."

"Wait, no. no," Nick said, shaking his head, clearly regretting his words.

I smiled, breaking the tension. Sensing my sarcasm, we both broke into laughter. I don't know why I like messing with him from time to time.

"Um… so, do you want to join?"

I might be over my head; I never get cold feet, but this was definitely out of my element. The idea of becoming the equipment manager for the rugby team and possibly joining them felt like I had stepped into uncharted territory. It's not that I wasn't up for a challenge, but sports and managing equipment weren't exactly my forte. Maybe I should have offered to take pictures for the yearbook or something.

Regret started to seep in as I made my way toward the locker room, spotting just outside of the door. "Charlie, why are you-" I stopped mid-sentence when I heard voices behind the door.

"He's, like, well skinny though."

"Can he even play?"

"I am sure he's a nice guy, but we actually want to be decent."

"Does he even like sports? Everyone knows that he is gay."

Glancing at Charlie, the look of absolute despair on his face mirrored the flood of laughter that filled my ears.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I interrupted, pushing through the door. The group fell silent, their laughter trailing off as they turned to face me. The tension in the air was palpable. The distinct aroma of sweat and feet hung in the air, making me scrunch my nose. "Did a cat catch your tongue, or is this the first time you've seen a girl before?" I snapped, the sarcasm dripping from every word.

The silence was deafening, and I caught a little smirk on Nick's face as he tried to hide it.

Charlie, not knowing what else to do, just said, "Hi."

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Watching the boys tackle each other on the field made me wince inside. I forgot how physical and intense rugby could be, and judging by Charlie's expression, he was probably having second thoughts about joining the team. Coach Singh had filled me in on my duties as the equipment manager, and it seemed I was essentially the team's maid. Cleaning uniforms before practice, ensuring gear was in good condition, and tidying up the storage room were all part of my newfound responsibilities. The glamorous life of an equipment manager.

"I am definitely too weak for this," Charlie muttered under his breath.

"Well, I'm sure it's not that bad. You just run and tackle, right?" I said, attempting to uplift the mood, though I was probably talking straight out of my ass.

"Y/N is exactly right. Where is your 'can-do' attitude?" Nick chimed in, coming into full view. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of him in his rugby gear. His athleticism stood out, creating a whole different demeanor that I am not used to. The lopsided smile appeared on his face, and all my coherent thoughts seemed to vanish away.

"She left. Long ago," Charlie retaliated, not budging for a second, trying to encourage him.

"I am sure that you can do it" I said giving him a nudged earning me a glare.

"Y/N why don't you just tackling me so you can give Charlie an example," Nick suggested like it was most wonderful thing in the world.

My jaw dropped, I can hear Charlie chuckling in the background, "Absolutely not!" I exclaimed shaking my head.

"Just try. Tackle me, I won't dodge. I promise," he said getting into position. "I will go easy on you,"

My jaw ticked. Oh, he definitely doesn't have to go easy on me. I was more than capable. "I won't hold back," I stated, and Charlie caught a glance of my determined face, kindly taking a step back.

"Come on, I bet you can do it," Nick persisted, giving me a challenging smile. The field seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, the anticipation building with every step I took. With a deep breath, I charged toward Nick, focusing solely on making a solid tackle.

His body felt like a solid rock beneath me as I pinned him down, the satisfying thud echoing across the field. I couldn't help but grin. "Was that good?" I panted, catching my breath.

"That was perfect," he replied, his surprise evident as he swiftly got back on his feet. The rugby team, observing from the sidelines, exchanged weird glances.

"Was it really?" I asked, a surge of excitement coursing through me.

"Yeah, it was actually pretty impressive," Nick admitted, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and amusement.

"Now, let's try again while I'm actually moving," he suggested, his infectious smile revealing he was relishing the challenge.

"Don't you think it's Charlie's turn to practice?" I playfully suggested, glancing at Charlie, whose grin mirrored my own. Nick erupted into laughter, and the sound reverberated through the air, welcoming that fuzzy feeling again.

As he laughed, Nick's whole vibe shifted, and I could swear I saw glimpses of that rumored golden retriever in him. The warmth in his eyes and the sheer joy of the moment made me oddly glad that I had stepped in for Charlie.

It was in that moment, as Nick's laughter filled the air and the warmth of his gaze lingered on me, that a subtle warmth crept into my face. In the midst of all the fun, something inside me was starting to spark, even if I didn't fully realize it at the time.

The days melted together, leaving me with moments I'll definitely try not to forget. It's funny, from the intense tackling drills to scrubbing jerseys, I somehow became this part of the rugby world. Like, way more involved than I'd openly admit.

And then there's Nick. His smile? Always there. Every laugh we shared felt like this tiny step closer to... well, I wasn't quite sure. But it was something. The sun would set, casting this warm glow over the field, I would snap a few pictures here and there some with just the boys acting complete idiots or some with just...Nick.

Between the banter and the constant thud of rugby boots, Nick and I found these quiet corners where we'd talk about more than just the game. He'd patiently explain the ins and outs of rugby, which I'd sometimes compared to a mix of American football and soccer. Let's just say he wasn't exactly thrilled about that.

I hung around until all the guys had left the locker room, finally giving me the chance to grab my book bag. Coach Singh had made it crystal clear that I should steer clear when the guys are changing or in the locker room. It doesn't bother me much, but it's clear that some of the guys aren't thrilled about having me as the equipment manager.

Exiting the locker room, I caught sight of Nick lingering by the exit. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be gone by now?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but I couldn't help stealing a quick glance at him. I have noticed I have been doing that a lot lately.

He sighed "My mum is running late, actually. Are you going to be heading home by yourself," he asked looking around noticing no one is with me.

"Me and Charlie usually walk home together," I said lowly noticing that he is not even outside, Nick noticing my confusion he looked even more confused "I just saw Charlie leave a couple minutes ago? Do you need a ride I can always ask my mum," he offered his voiced laced with concerned already pulling out his phone.

I waved him off "Please, there is no need, I am fine with walking," you explained.

"I can't have you walking by yourself, it's almost getting dark," he explained already texting his mom.

Grabbing hold of his arm, I tried to stop him from texting. "Absolutely not! You're not winning this time!" he shouted, struggling to break free from my grip. He held his phone up high, just out of my reach, and for a split second, I saw his thumb brush the send button.

A triumphant smile broke out on his face, and my chest deflated. "I can't believe you did that," I sighed.

"You'll thank me later. You would've gotten frostbite by the time you got home," he argued.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I retorted, "I can handle the cold just fine, thank you very much," hugging myself tighter to conserve warmth.

He clearly didn't believe me, but I couldn't care less. "You know, you've got a pretty strong grip there," he remarked, wincing a bit on the arm that I had grabbed.

"I did say I wouldn't hold back that day, and I meant it," I replied with a proud smile.

"Are you sure you don't want me on the team officially? You could be a pretty good asset," he teased, well aware that it wasn't possible, and truth be told, I didn't want to join.

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm sure the guys on the team would despise me even more," I confessed, lacing my words with sarcasm.

"Huh, what are you talking about? None of the guys think that" he asserted.

I chuckled. "Please, don't think I haven't noticed the things they say behind my back. Especially Charlie! That Harry guy really has some nerve-"

"Well, they can simply piss off then. You don't owe them anything. I don't know why they can be such dicks sometimes," he huffed, frustration darkening his eyes, his jaw tightly clenched. I began to realize that I had never seen him angry or upset before. Curiosity getting the better of me, I asked,

"Why did you even ask me to join anyway?" holding my arms closer to my chest.

"Well, I kind of noticed how sad you were about the whole Film club being shut down, so I thought this would help," he said lowly, scratching the back of his head.

A small speck of warmth started to fill my chest; my stomach started to get all fuzzy again. Did he care that much? I tried not smile from ear to ear covering it with a cough.

"We should get out, we'll get locked in if we stay here much longer,"

Walking out the school, I finally noticed how the seasons has changed, looking upon the trees noticing how the leaves have changed at such short amount of time. Reminding me that it's going to get even colder as the days go on.

A sleek black car idled on the school's side, and as I approached, an unexpected wave of nervousness hit me. The realization that I was about to catch a ride with the most popular guy in school, and more importantly, with his mom, made my palms slightly sweaty.

Nick graciously opened the car door for me, and with a mumbled 'thank you,' I settled into the back seat. An inviting blend of subtle vanilla, smoke, and musk lingered in the air. The warmth enveloped me, a clear sign that the heater was working overtime, prompting a sigh of relief as I sank into the seat, finding an unexpected sense of relaxation.

As the car hummed to life, Nick's mom, turned around with a friendly smile that illuminated the interior. Her hazel brown eyes seemed to effortlessly match Nick's, and the smile lines etched around her eyes added a touch of genuine warmth. He clearly inherited more than just looks from his mom.

"Oh, thank you so much for giving me a ride Ms. Nelson,"

"Oh, it is certainly not a problem. I can't have you walking home by yourself. Feel free to call me Sarah," she beamed, her gaze meeting mine through the rearview mirror. I wasn't about to call a full-grown adult by their first name; my mom would kill me for that.

Nick quickly got in car buckling his seatbelt, I can tell he's nervous just by his posture, I have never seen him sit that straight in my life.

"Where do you live dear?" she said, driving out of the school in the street.

"Its 5693 Railway Drive, it's called the Avalone Suites," I said hesitantly, I am still struggling to remember my street name.

"You accent is just adorable, I rarely get to hear it unless I am watching TV," she commented.

I smiled, appreciating the compliment, it better than getting gawked at from just speaking.

As we drove through the familiar streets, Sarah turned to me with a warm smile. "So, Y/N, how's everything at school? Making friends? Nicky has been telling about you being the equipment manager for the team."

Nicky

Nick flamed up like a Christmas tree, he looked utterly embarrassed. Sarah looked at him oddly for a brief moment. I tried to surpass a laugh. Has he really been talking about me to his mom?

I nodded, feeling at ease with her friendly demeanor. "Yeah, it's going well. I'm getting to know people, especially with the rugby team. They're an interesting bunch."

Nick chuckled from the front seat, "Yeah, they are something. But Y/N's been a great addition, though."

I blushed a bit, if I get anymore compliments today, I think I might just overheat. Sarah joined in, "That's wonderful to hear. Nicky always been social, but it's nice to see him meeting new friends."

With a glance at Nick, I added, "Yeah, he's been a great friend, too. Really made me feel welcome on the team."

Nick, looking briefly at me, gave a small, appreciative smile. Sarah, noticing the exchange, smiled knowingly. It was silence throughout the ride until we pulled at my house.

Getting out of the car being welcomed back into the cold air I made sure to thank Nick's mom and giving Nick a grateful smile "Thank you so much for the ride, I really appreciate it,"

Sarah waved me off with a warm smile. "Oh, love, it was the least I could do. Anytime you need a lift, just let me know."

Grateful for the ride, I said, "Thanks, Ms. Nelson. I'll remember that." With a friendly smile, I walked into the house, and the smile just wouldn't fade.

Mom, still in her work clothes and seemingly ready to start dinner, peeked through the doorway. "Back so soon? What's making you smile like that?"

I shook my head, "Oh, nothing much. Just got a ride from a friend." I kept it short; no need to spill all the details, especially about getting a ride from a boy and his mom. That might lead to more questions than I was ready to answer.

My mom shot me a suspicious look before pointing at my shoes. "Make sure to take your shoes off; I just mopped the floors," she ordered, retreating back into the kitchen. I quickly kicked off my shoes and headed to my room, feeling the relief of finally being in my own space.

As I opened my phone, I shot a text to Charlie to make sure he got home okay. Ignoring the stack of homework on my desk, I decided to scroll through Instagram. The usual suggestions of people I barely knew filled the screen, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught Nick's profile popping up.

My finger hesitated over the screen, stuck in that classic "to click or not to click" dilemma. After a brief mental battle, I thought, "Ah, screw it," and tapped on his profile.

Surprise hit me when I saw he was already following me. His profile was like a window into his life, and I found myself scrolling through the mix of photos and posts. My fingers moved across the screen, unsure of where to start.

I groaned at my own indecisiveness. Thinking for a moment, I decided to send a text, pondering over what to say. I hesitated over each word, the cursor blinking impatiently on my screen. "Come on, Y/N, get it together," I muttered under my breath, my fingers hovering over the keys.

I typed in a simple 'Thank you' and sent it, blinking twice at the text, realizing that I accidentally included a heart emoji. I could have sent a smiley face or something but for god sakes not the heart emoji. Fucking autocorrect.

Checking to see if Charlie texted back yet, but all he did was leave me on read.

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/cutecurly-hair/742105652967669760/the-weekend-flew-by-and-before-i-knew-it-monday?source=share

[girlwithletters]

I'm empty without you

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x you/ femReader /Minna/ or whoever you want

Warnings: I do not know. Does anyone need a warning?

"My hand, without your hand, like a flower without fragrance.

My lips without your lips are like dawn without dew.

I'm empty without you, like the seas without water.”

Left-right, left-right, left-right. My legs did their work automatically despite my fatigue, which covered my body like an invisible shroud. I could barely keep my eyes open, not even the lights shining in the darkness of the street made it easier. It was three o'clock in the morning, and besides me, a few lonely passers-by were hurrying home or wherever they had to go. The weather wasn't in my favor either, I couldn't even see my nose in the thick fog. As if I were blind, I tripped over a piece of concrete.

And which was the peak of peaks... Valentine's Day was getting closer, and at my workplace, in a cafe, more and more couples in love appeared wanting to cuddle. I didn't hate this day, I just had bad memories of it. I don't like it, huh! My cell phone rang in the depths of my bag, and I stopped right where I was, digging into my bag up to my elbows. I completely forgot about research, I didn't hear the roar of the fast approaching engine. It appeared practically out of nowhere, and the wind caused by the two-wheeler blew me away. I found myself on the hard asphalt, my head hit hard, the contents of my bag scattered in all directions of the world.

The worried face of the tall figure cast a spell before me. Maybe from the world of fairy tales? The dark prince on the machine horse.

- My God! Are you okay? - he knelt down to me. His deep voice even made me swoon, it hit me like a lightning strike, just like his touch. The furrows of his fingertips burned tortuous labyrinths into my skin through my clothes, his brown eyes darkening even more with worry. My God! That face is too familiar! My stomach clenched like a ball, and my heart jumped up and down alternately.

- Yes, thank you - I would have gotten up, but he didn't go alone. He reached under my arm, supported my back and willingly helped. His touch burned, and I expected my clothes to end up like ashes next to my shoes. Just like long ago, maybe back in the Stone Age, on those wonderful nights in Madrid. He was JB, i.e. Jude Bellingham, a football player of the Real Madrid football team. But I didn't want to think about the feelings of that time, so I escaped from the biker's arms. I made a hasty decision, I felt dizzy. I would have fallen backwards, but he caught me and pulled me to his chest. Our faces were millimeters apart, I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. He didn't remain indifferent to my proximity either, his dilated pupils and increased breathing showed it. I suddenly pushed him away, but pain shot through my elbow. I caught it, my palm touched a bloody wound.

- Minna! You're hurt! - the cry burst from Jude's throat.

- It's nothing, it just needs a patch - I shrugged, but then I hissed, my sensitive joints indicated the problem.

- It's nothing! - he disparaged, his forehead covered in a sea of ​​wrinkles, while he stroked my side looking for painful areas. The fog couldn't hide the redness of my face, and he noticed it too. - You are still beautiful! - his mouth stretched into a smile, his gaze fixed on my lips. Will you kiss me? My eyes closed involuntarily. The silent spell between us was broken by a screeching brake.

- Is something wrong? - an unknown man ran up to us.

- Nothing happened, I just tripped and fell - I tried to reassure him. I bent down for my scattered things, tried to avoid sudden movements.

- He should be seen by a doctor - Jude's worried voice made me look at him more carefully. Nothing has changed. He towered almost a head and a half above me, his long legs covered in jeans and his broad shoulders in a leather jacket. For a moment, our eyes merged again, we even forgot about the people standing next to us.

- No need, no problem! - I protested.

- Then let me bandage your wounds - Like before, I couldn't resist his request, no matter what it was. - Come! - And I willingly followed him to his motorcycle, then looked in amazement at the other crash helmet conjured up from somewhere. - I always have one more, just in case…

I hugged his waist and sat on the motorcycle behind him. A thousand thoughts were swirling in my head, so I didn't even look where we were going. We stopped at a house closed off from the outside world and prying eyes by a high fence, the electric gate slammed shut behind us. Jude greeted the security man who suddenly appeared with just a nod, then pressed the lock key into his hand.

- Whose house is this?- I turned to him.

- Mine. I bought it back then... - When we were still together, I added in my mind. Would this palace have been there for 2 years? - But... Why didn't you sell it? - Silently, without answering, he went through the door, I hastily followed him. He sat me down in what looked like a living room. I looked around curiously until he came back with the first aid kit.

- It will sting a little - Jude broke the silence as he approached my elbow with the antiseptic cotton. A bit? I'm going to scrape the wall! Biting my bottom lip hard, I tried to stifle my hiss. Failed. - I'm sorry.

- It didn't hurt at all - The waves of his laughter bounced off the walls, my sensitive ears greeted him as familiar. A pleasant shiver ran through me. - Please, Jude! Do not do it!

- What? - Those wonderful brown eyes widened in a moment of wonder, then narrowed to slyness in recognition. The vibrations coming from him and his touch made the muscles of my body twitch in wailing. The pounding of my heart in my chest shifted into a higher gear. - My Dear! Just give me one, one kiss! - he sighed into my mouth, sucking the air and my remaining energy from him. - Just one - That's all i want, just one. Nothing else.

I, too, could never count well.

When he kissed me, everything stopped. Involuntarily, I wrapped my arms around his neck, helplessly succumbing to the attacks of his lips.

- Jude, let's stop it! - I gasped for air. - This is not allowed, it is not right.

- Why? - he clung to me again, his hand on my back, then he grabbed my bottom and pulled me to him, his erection giving bright evidence of how much he wanted. His mouth was already on the hunt for my neck, burning a glistening trail of saliva into my skin. - Mine! You're mine! - he bit my shoulder, marking me with his teeth. By tomorrow, my skin will surely heal. - Only mine!

- Don't! - I moaned one last time, protesting a little.

As much as I had decided earlier that I would not give in, I must admit that I collapsed at the touch of him.

I clung to him tightly, wrapping my legs around his waist without thinking.

In the next moment, already in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, I felt the soft material of the blanket on my naked back, the possessive grip of his fingers on my hips, his satisfied growl in my ear.

- I missed you! - I heard his choked, wheezing voice later. - Every night I dreamed that you were lying next to me. Then, startled, I looked around and you were nowhere to be found. I'm empty without you.

- I love you, honey! - I leaned over him, he pulled me down by the back of my head.

( just the usual : english is not my first language )

[pink-tonic]

Who Needed You Anyway?🔪

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I wake up to the sun's bright light on my face. I turn away from my window to avoid the light. I look around my room until my eyes land on my clock. It's early in the morning, and I need to get ready.

It's already Thursday.

I actually need to go to school this time. I skipped out twice already, and I can't do it again. Plus, I have plans with Aso after school.

I go to grab my phone, and when I turn it on, I'm met with my wallpaper of Taeko. I frown at the wallpaper.

When I look at her I feel so...dissatisfied. I don't feel happiness, I don't feel love, I don't feel anything positive. Just a few days ago, I was so attracted to her. She was everything to me. But now I don't even want to see her.

It's not hatred. No, it's not that at all. I just don't care for her anymore.

I would turn off my phone, but a text message from Taro catches my attention.

We need to talk.

This isn't one of his usual text messages, this one seems more serious. And I can't help but feel a bit of fear. I've never felt this way before. I'm actually scared for once...

I don't like this feeling.

'What?' Is what I respond with, hoping that it's nothing too serious.

I don't think we should be friends anymore.

I'm a bit surprised by how fast he responds, given that he sent it late last night.

Why?

It's because I feel that you're not making an effort to keep this friendship going.

Okay.

I hope you understand.

I leave the messaging app and close my phone. I let out a sigh in frustration.

I really did mess up.

But who really needs him? It's not like Taro did anything good for me. I only had him around because (Y/n) drifted away from me. (Y/n) was a better friend anyway. Taro was so boring. Always having his head buried in a book, not even caring to start a conversation with me.

He was useless anyway.

I take my blankets off of me, and I get out of bed. My feet met the cold, hard wood flooring, but I get up and make my way over to my corkboard. The corkboard is filled with pictures of Taeko. Clear shots, blurry shots, upclose, and far away pictures. It's filled with every picture I've taken of her. Red strings are scattered around the board, and a few of them even take the shape of hearts.

After work would end, I would come home and look at this and admire it. Taking in her features and all my hard work, but now I only see it as a waste of energy.

With anger, I snatch one of the pictures off the corkboard. It ends up ripping, and the pin holding it in place falls to the ground.

I continue to rip the pictures off the corkboard and the red strings, too. When I'm done, my bedroom floor is covered with pieces from the photographs, pins, and red string.

I walk away from the corkboard and leave the room.

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For the rest of the day, I avoid both of the Yamada siblings. I don't want to see either of them. I try my best to make it through the day, so I can go to the club.

Luckily, Taro made it easy for me and switched his seat in the classes I have with him. He would usually sit next to me, but he switched his seat, so he sits somewhere else now.

At least he did something right for once.

Finally, the last bell rings and I can now go to my club.

I make my way outside and head straight to the changing room. I go inside and head to my locker. I change into my gym uniform, but as I'm taking off my shirt, I hear someone.

"Hey, Ayato!" Aso greets me. He walks over to his locker and starts to change, too.

"Hey," I greet him back. I put my uniform in my locker and close it.

"You still remember our plans, right?" He asks me as he takes off his clothes and reaches into his locker to get out his gym uniform.

"Yes, I do."

"Cool! I'll see you after we're done."

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"Alright, Ayato!" Aso yells out, running over to me and wrapping an arm over my shoulders. The force almost trips me over, but I'm able to balance myself.

"Where should we go? I didn't actually think I would make it this far," he admits to me with a nervous laugh, "I thought you would turn my invitation down right away."

I ignore his statement and question further where we are going.

"Oh! Right, right. Let me think...," Aso starts to think, but it looks like he has no idea where to go, "Hmmm... honestly it beats me. Let's see where our legs take us." He shrugs after his statement and takes the lead.

We walk out of the school, and we start to make our way into the town. I'm hoping he isn't planning on going into a store since there isn't anything new.

I keep following Aso, and we go over to the railing that's overlooking the sea. It's starting to get dark, and the stars and moon are starting to take their place in the sky.  He leans over the railing and looks over it.

"Woah, I forgot how close we are to the sea. I kind of want to swim," he comments as he watches the different boats moving along the blue ocean.

I notice Aso looks over to a pair of binoculars that are placed facing out towards the ocean. I can see an idea go through his head as he approaches it.

"Look at this, Ayato!" He exclames as he points at the binoculars, "Do you want to look into it?"

I give him a nod, and he starts to smile.

"It only costs 300 yen," he states. I then see him rummage through his uniform pockets, and he pulls out a few coins. "I'll go first."

He slides the coins into the slot of the machine, and he is now able to use it. Aso is too tall, so he has to lower himself down a little.

This isn't very interesting, but Aso seems to be really interested by what he sees. He lets out a few 'Wow's and 'Woah's.

His time eventually runs out, and he backs away and stands up straight.

"You should try it, Ayato!" He encourages me.

I give in and rummage through pockets for any coins. I eventually do find some, and I walk over to the machine. I insert the coins in, and I lower myself to see through it.

At first, it's not very interesting since I get a zoomed in version of what I regularly see, so I'm just seeing a lot of the ocean and fewer boats. I move the binoculars around, and I eventually do find something that piques my interest.

It's to the far right, and I see a boat. The boat isn't anything out of the ordinary, but there is a person standing on the deck of the ship. They are holding a pair of binoculars and looking over towards the direction of the town.

It seems to be a boy around my age. It looks like he has silver hair, pale skin, and is wearing a fancy blue and black suit. While I'm looking, I see him put down the binoculars, and I can see his eyes for a brief moment, but he is quick to look through the binoculars again.

Eventually, my time runs out, so I back away from the binoculars and make my way over to Aso, who is once again admiring the ocean.

Aso notices me and looks over to me. "Did you find anything interesting?" He asks me.

"Not really," I lie to him. I'm currently not in the mood to explain what I saw.

He lets out a light hum and backs away from the railing. "What do you want to do now?" He asks me.

"I'm not sure," I want to call off the hangout and go home, but I know I can't do that. Aso is all I have now when it comes to friends, so I can't ditch him. Even if I really do want to.

"Can we go down by the beach?" He asks, and when he is asking, I can see hope and joy in his eyes. Hoping that I would agree.

I nod my head, and I start to take the lead. Aso follows me eagerly like a puppy.

It doesn't take long for us to make it to the beach. I see Aso starts to sprint to the water, as he runs, he discards his bag. But he doesn't even take his shoes or his clothes off. He goes in without a second thought.

He dives into the water, and he yells out how cold it is. I ignore him and look around the beach.

It's empty.

No one is here, which isn't surprising since it's nighttime. Who in their right mind would go to the beach at night?

Oh, wait…

I look back at Aso, and I see him splashing around in the water. He eventually walks out of the water and approaches me.

"It's so cold!" He whines out while taking off his shoes and throwing them on the sand.

Aso looks at me and asks, "You don't want to join?"

I shake my head and respond, "I'm not a  good swimmer."

I've only swam a few times when I was younger, but I wasn't very good at it. I would usually stay in shallow water, and I wouldn't dare to go deeper.

"Really? That gives me another idea!" He exclames as he takes off his shirt and pants, "How about we hang out tomorrow after school and swim together in the pool?"

I guess that wouldn't be too bad, but I have work tomorrow. Maybe I can call in and make an excuse? I've done extra shifts this week, so I don't think I would get in trouble.

I decide to agree with Aso's plans. He smiles at me, and then turns away to rummage through his bag, and he ends up pulling out a pair of swimming trunks.

He rashes to put them on, and he rushes back into the cold water.

I decide to take a seat on the sand and look out towards the ocean.

Maybe...this is the change I need. Right?

[rickmymanrick]

one rule | chapter one |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

note: this story will include a Shane Walsh romance BUT it will be unrequited. Do not worry. This is VERY unedited but I wanted to get at least one chapter out. We'll get into the events of the show by the next chapter. also, acab. the plot calls for this small bit but acab forever.

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap!

The light pattern on my door stole my attention from the array of papers scattered across the coffee table.

I tried to scan the last sentence of the page quickly.

Suddenly, a loud TAP!

"Delivery!" A high-pitched tone squeaked from the other side of the door. I grinned down at the document and rushed to open the door. I heard someone clear their throat and opt for a more caveman-like growl. "DELIVERY—"

I laughed, swinging the door open and narrowly avoiding my best friend's fist. If I'd taken any longer, he would've banged the door down with his knocks alone.

I went for the box of pizza in his grasp and placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before rushing over to the kitchen island.

"Wow, no 'hi? How are you? How was work?' Is this what society has come to?" I heard the door shut and a flurry of movements. I didn't bother to look up from my current task.

"Glenn Rhee," I began in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hi. How are you? How was work?"

"Great! Got cursed out by some asshole for doing my job today," said Glenn pleasantly, accepting the beer I held out for him.

I smiled at him through my mouthful of pizza. "That's fun. What was it today?"

"Got to this dude's house 29 minutes after he ordered," he chewed on his slice aggressively. You'd think he would hate pizza from the amount of shit he has to go through at work.

"You're an expert at what you do, Rhee."

"That free pizza comes out of my paycheck," Glenn scoffed. He clearly took the 30-minute rule very seriously.

"Did he leave a tip?"

"No."

"What an asshole."

Glenn nodded at the mess on our coffee table. "Looks like you've had a busy day."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic cringe. "'Member the car chase that was all over the news last week?"

Glenn nodded.

"Got assigned to the case. The cop that got shot, he's not doing too hot right now," I told him, grabbing my second slice. I picked off a pepperoni and shoved it in my mouth.

I resisted the strong urge to eat the rest of the pepperoni on my half of the pizza. I eyed Glenn's half distastefully—I would never, ever appreciate pineapple on pizza. I'll die on that hill.

He took a large swig of his beer. "That's a pretty big upgrade from petty theft, Daph."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I tried not to focus on the subject of my investigation, gulping down a large amount of beer.

"Have you made any progress?" I appreciated Glenn's interest.

"Well, it's definitely not the officer's fault. They had every reason to believe that there was only two people in that overturned car." I eagerly crossed the living room and snatched up my half-written report. "The KCPD failed to inform the responding officers so I mean, technically Grimes can sue."

"Grimes?" Glenn raised his eyebrows in recognition. "You mean super hot hip-swaying cop?"

My ears felt hot. "That's the one."

My heart pummeled to my chest the more I thought about it. Out of all the people that could've been wounded on the field, it had to be Officer Rick Grimes, a coworker of mine that I saw pretty often around the precinct. I was fully convinced he had fully forgotten about my existence seeing as our respective lines of work didn't cross paths too often. We'd only interacted a handful of times in the last three years I'd been working at King County PD, but that didn't stop me from noticing him as soon as I got hired.

It's unfortunate he's married-- Rick Grimes was the most attractive man I've ever met and of course, Glenn was the first to know about it. I wouldn't deny that he was, without a doubt, my work crush. I mentally cringed at the thought. I felt like a teenage girl again.

The sudden sound of the news filtered in from Glenn's bedroom.

There was a split second of pure fear that flashed in Glenn's eyes and I gave him an amused smile. "We gotta change that tv one of these days."

He quickly snatched up another slice and shoved it in his mouth. "I'm busy, Daph. Can you please go turn it off?"

I poked his side before moving around him to enter his room. His tv had started turning on by itself almost every day since he bought it in July.

"Your 30-day warranty is almost up, Glenn!" I pointed out loudly, reaching for the remote that was thrown on his bed. "Where did you buy this haunted shit from aga--?"

"Several cases have been reported across the continental US, leading us to believe that this new virus may be more serious than we thought. Joining us here from Atlanta is CDC virologist Dr. Edwin Jenner, giving us the latest updates—"

Glenn strolled into the room just as I finished raising the volume. "Your beer is getting hot—what's going on?"

"Thanks, Anne. As of today, August 26th, the President of the United States has declared a national emergency due to the spread of the Wildfire-10 virus. The CDC has been in constant communication with the White House and we expect President Milton to announce a mandatory evacuation this afternoon in his address."

Glenn and I eyed each other in confusion.

"Evacuation?" The New York reporter responded in equal confusion. I faintly heard someone behind the camera that the mic must've picked up – "How is a whole country going to evacuate?" – and I would've laughed if I wasn't so damn confused right now.

"It's hard to say, Anne, we're not entirely certain which states will receive this order but what we do know is that it's imperative that we do our best to avoid leaving our homes for anything other than work and necessities. Practice social distancing and listen to the advice the CDC has been giving you for the past week.

"And for those viewers who might've missed it, do you mind recapping the earlier update given to us by CDC director Holt?"

"Sure," Jenner smiled. It made me feel uneasy. "This is an extremely life-threatening virus that could very well spread more rapidly than other illnesses we've seen before. The CDC has been working diligently with other health organizations across the globe, primarily The Primrose Team in France, and we can confidently say we're working on an effective vaccine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jenner. To all those watching from home, this isn't a cause for mass panic. Soon, the world will resume just as we know it..."

But something told me it wouldn't ever be the same.

"Ayala! How's my favorite girl doing?"

Ah, the oh so pleasant voice of my favorite coworker greeted me the second I walked through the doors of the precinct.

"Doing just fine, Walsh. How about you?" I forced a smile on my face. I didn't hate Shane Walsh... he was just... too chirpy for this bright hour. In fact, he was too witty for any hour. My natural reaction to his presence was usually automatic irritation.

"Just fine myself, pretty lady." There it was. The relentless flirting. I had gotten a break when his partner first ended up in the hospital -- my heart sunk at the reminder -- but now that it had been a month or so since, he's slowly started to resume his regularly scheduled programming. Partner or not, shooting or not, Shane Walsh would forever be a manwhore.

I entertained him sometimes. It was just a bit of harmless flirting for the most part. He knew where the line was, which is more than I can say for a lot of other men.

I dropped my briefcase on my desk and Shane crossed the space to hover right over my work area. I threw myself down onto my seat with a small groan.

My head was pounding. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. A shuffle of movement caused me to end my massage much faster than I wanted to.

I opened an eye, swearing to the heavens above that if Shane was still hovering with that stupid grin on his face, today would be the day I finally resort to violence.

The shit-eating grin was surprisingly not looking back at me. Instead, it was a sympathetic smile with a steaming coffee in his outstretched hand.

I snatched the damn thing before he could change his mind.

"You're a lifesaver," I moaned. "Seriously Shane, you might just be the best cop in Georgia. Have I ever told you that?"

"No, but I've heard it once or twice," boasted Shane. I rolled my eyes. It certainly wasn't from the chief.

"You're unbelievable, Walsh," I shook my head with a laugh. I eagerly sipped from the coffee and then wanted to kiss the everloving shit out of this man.

I scorched my throat but I didn't care. "How do you know the way I like my coffee?" I gaped.

Shane shrugged. "I'm observant."

"Clearly," I said. "Thank you. I needed this."

"That's one mean hangover," said Shane with a smirk.

I tried not to spill my coffee as I leaned forward to look at my reflection in the little desktop mirror I had. My hair turned out pretty nice today, it wasn't very frizzy or anything and sure the darkness under my eyes was a bit more prominent but nothing too out of the ordinary. I leaned back when I was satisfied with my look.

"Vanity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," Shane said lightly. "I was only teasing. You look as beautiful as you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that."

"Do you not have anything else to do other than flirt with me?" I joked. Secretly, I didn't mind it all too much. Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, especially with the grown-out hairstyle he was currently sporting. I'm a sucker for long hair.

"As it turns out, I actually don't--" I rolled my eyes again and logged into my computer. "--partner."

I slowly shifted my gaze from the computer screen to Shane.

"Talked to the chief today. She didn't mind switching it up for this week. I was getting sick of Stone over there--" we both looked over at the grumpy guy who acted like happiness was a first degree crime. "-- and besides, you're prettier to look at--" I shoved him off the edge of my desk. He stumbled a bit and corrected himself quickly. "-- you're easier to work with, Jesus."

"What do we have for today then?"

Shane grinned.

For the next eight hours, I'd spend most of it in the car with Shane. I wanted to say it was a miserable time but it wasn't. Shane wasn't too bad once he stopped purposely being obnoxious. We mostly talked about the most interesting King County cases over the years, bonded over subs from some gas station just outside of our area of jurisdiction, and after the first five hours, Shane had started to talk about his personal life.

"I told Lori-- maybe it's time she starts preparing Carl for the worst. You know, just in case. Man, Rick - he's my best friend, my brother - you know - but it's been a while. I'm tryin' to avoid Carl some pain."

"I understand," what else was I supposed to say? "It isn't an easy situation."

"No," Shane agreed. "And let me tell you something, it's only gonna get worse. This whole virus thing going around - if it turns out we gotta evacuate soon, who knows how far Rick will be transferred?"

I felt bad for the way my heart sank at the prospect. Rick has a wife and a child. Where he gets relocated and the progress of his recovery shouldn't matter this much to me. Maybe I wouldn't feel as bad if I wasn't harboring this silly little crush.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when Shane and I finally clocked out, walking side-by-side towards the parking lot. I noticed his car was parked on the far opposite end and began to say my goodbyes--

"Hey, you don't happen to have any plans tomorrow, would you?"

"I don't think so. They didn't put me on the schedule last minute, did they?" I asked, somehow missing the growing redness on Shane's cheeks.

"No," he said quickly. "I - well, uh - I was wondering if you - "

I froze, clutching the satchel that was thrown over my shoulder and suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable. I could tell this wasn't work related.

"Uh, I don't normally get nervous like this," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You and me, dinner tomorrow? We can go to that Italian place you said you really like - "

"Ilio's," we chorused. It was the bare minimum, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was actually listening earlier.

Oh why the fuck not? Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, and with the imminent threat of quarantine around the corner, I could use a night out before we were forced to stay away from society for God knows how long.

The longer I thought it through, the more nervous Shane became. It was honestly quite entertaining and I reserved my response for just a bit longer just so I could watch him fidget in his spot.

I finally spoke. "Pick me up at 7, then."

A look of surprise flashed across his face. I couldn't blame him - I had been rejecting every single one of his advances for the past three years we'd known each other. He was a dedicated guy, I'll give him that.

Laughing at his expression, I began to walk away before I could regret it.

"I'll call you!" He finally said. I could hear the smile on his face.

I threw him a thumbs up without looking back. I was a few steps away from my car when I suddenly recalled him mentioning something about visiting Rick tomorrow afternoon. "Let me know how Rick is doing!" I glanced back to make sure he heard me.

Redness spread across my cheeks when I saw him still standing in the same spot, staring at me with a dazed look.

I pushed a curl behind my ear, the wind wasn't on my side today. I waited for a response and it seemed he hadn't processed what I said. "Will you?" I pressed.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I will!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye!"

Before he could respond, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I fished it out and pressed it against my ear, holding it against my shoulder as I searched for my keys.

"Hey," I greeted, unlocking the car and shifting into drive as soon as the engine turned on.

"Daph, you on your way home?"

The call connected to my car and I saw Shane finally getting into his car as I drove out onto the small street. "Yeah, I am. Why?"

"We gotta start packing."

"Um, why?"

"Turns out, we're in the evacuation zone."

I caught my last glimpse of Shane, realizing our date would likely be rescheduled.

Glenn continued. "It's more serious than we thought."

Great.

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