#Computer Science Department

[tgmsunmontue]

[sirithesilly]

Computer science essentials goes crazy bc at one point in class I turned around and this kid was using the SCHOOL COMPUTER to fight neo spamton

[celiaelise]

Every so often I remember and get annoyed about how my liberal arts college was trying to push "math in the arts", but the professors from the departments didn't seem to want to talk each other? And, like, I was studying in both those departments. And I'd be like, "cool, my interests!" and go to the math department's special little lecture, and it'd be, like. A three hour presentation on linear perspective. And I feel like that happened multiple times? But my memory could be exaggerating, lol.

It's just irritating, cause the math people obviously couldn't be bothered to learn about the arts, but still wanted credit for crossing over into different subjects. Like, there's SO much math-inspired art!! There's often a lot of math that goes into making art! These subjects are not as discrete as they seem!!!

But also I'm probably just biased, cause I was raised by architects 😅 like, sorry, I thought we ALL grew up learning drafting basics... my bad...😬

[copia]

once again dreamt through the entire logistics of attending one of my sleep token shows. what is wrong with me

[fogbreo]

cant believe my school is still offering ab comms. as if our department isnt ever dwindling. as if we had exactly 0 communication students this year,, ah but i cant blame them. that program used to be their pride and joy

[orcelito]

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn't switch out of engineering after my freshman year of college. I could've been a computer & electrical engineer.

Or if I'd pursued my middle school interest in architecture (that I still lowkey have). I used to draw floor plans just for the fun of it. I think it might've originated from building in the sims, bc I recently did a massive build in the sims 2 after years and years without playing, and I was having the time of my Life. I ended up deciding to pursue engineering in high school tho bc there's a family history to it (my grandpa was one, my sister is one, my dad studied it before dropping out of college, & my ex step grandpa was one too). Also it pays better lol.

But what if I didn't give it up? I could've been an architect. Just the other day I found out from European friends that their buildings don't tend to have ventilation systems built into the walls & I went on a whole nerd research binge learning about how European buildings have air circulation (it generally varies by region, colder climates often having ventilation systems while warmer climates often just get air circulation from windows). Yeah, the architecture interest is still there.

If I go Real far back, little me wanted to be a nurse lol. But that was just because my mom was one and I still looked up to her. I've long since accepted I wouldn't be able to make it as a nurse (I'm too squeamish + tend to get attached easily, so i think it'd be pretty soul crushing for me to work in a job where patients do die sometimes)

Idk. I'm close to finishing my degree in IT, so my general life path is pretty set. And it just has me wondering about the different jobs I've wanted throughout my life & what things would be like if I went to that instead.

[krceseo]

Explore exciting career opportunities after CSBS graduates, including roles in software development, data analyst, web developer, business associate and more.

[sirtbhopal]

SIRT College signed MOU with Geeks of Gurukul for Advanced Course in CS Group

[kuiinncedes]

i complaining :c

[skeweus-archive]

Accidental Charisma?!

Char. - Albedo, Al Haitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Heizou, Kaveh, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao and Zhongli

During Highschool your bound to meet some memorable peers, you just so happen to have meet quite a few. They all seem bewitched by you but why aren't your noticing!?

Word Count: 6k ( about 500 words each )

Fluff, crack, all pining, No established relationships. Highschool AU.

GN!Reader

A/N; Procrastination goes crazy I've been writing this since 2023 😭

Albedo

‘ Oh? Sure go ahead, please sit. ’

- library lovers

- LIBRARY LOVERS

- It was just your luck that during your final exam season the library was full.

- You had no other option but to ask the beige haired boy near the back of the library to sit next to him.

- When you asked him he said yes as he looked at you in an unnoticeable trance.

- You sat down next to him and opened your laptop ready to do some hard work. But who actually studies lmao, so after five minutes you decided to look over at the computer of the beige haired boy.

- When you look at his laptop it's just rows of science opportunity offers

- huh…. Turns out he must be quite the science prodigy.

- You were most certainly flabbergasted as he slightly smirked at you

- ever since that interaction he would always sit next to you at the library and so a blossoming relationship began.

- Surprisingly the more you got to know albedo the more you realised that he is quite a tease.

- Behind his calm, cool face is a string of words ready to charm you.

- But he’s not the only one who can tease!!!!

- You're unknowingly very good at capturing his heart.

- The way your eyes focus on your laptop (or his), the silly words that you say, the way that your touch his should oh he could go on.

- He’s enchanted!! You've stolen his heart and he doesn't want it back.

- Albedo finds himself eagerly awaiting your next meeting together but he doesn't know why!

- It’s a great surprise to him when he sees your face at the library and he’s nearly sprinting to the seat next to you.

- He was the one who asked to exchange contacts with you, whilst you just thought it was a simple question he proposed in light conversation but you don't know the countless thoughts he’s had on how to ask you.

- Despite all of this it took him a while to realise what his feelings meant.

- Why did his heart skip a beat when you greet him, why did his knees feel weak when your hands brushed. Why did his heart ache when you left his sight????

- Then albedo was hit with it, he had a crush on you.

- Without a doubt Albedo is one of the top students in the science department

- So when he kindly offers to help you raise your science grades, who are you to say no??

- It turns out to be the smartest thing you've ever said yes to as your science grades went from a C to full on As!!!

- Each moment he spends teaching you pieces of content and watching you connecting the dots is one that he enjoys

- If he can’t see you in person before a test, Albedo definitely sends you a text wishing you good luck and maybe try to slip a casual cafe hangout to celebrate your efforts.

- So after all that hard work, seeing your joyful face as you present your science test with near full marks warms his heart.

- While his heart is filled with warmth when you present your results, he’s pretty sure his heart actually stopped when you gave him a hug.

- The warmth that envelops his heart when he feels you close makes him blank out, but it's his turn to pull out the moves though.

‘ [ name ], do you want to go see a movie together to celebrate your test? ’

Al Haitham

‘ 98? good job. I got 99. ’

- Whilst you're not the best at science you're pretty good at other subjects but the one person in the way is your academic rival Al Haitham.

- After all this effort to get to the top Al Haitham always score 1 or 2 points higher

- And it gets on your last nerve!

- However Al Haitham just loves seeing you all fired up and angry at him and just adores your pout as you declare that you’ll beat him the next test

- And of course he’ll entertain your declarations of war with a slight smirk plastered across his face.

- But what is a competition without a prize? Al Haitham likes to get a little favour from you if he wins ( which when given an incentive of course he will try his best )

- And whilst you’d think it’d be something embarrassing or something that would be fun but no, all Al Haitham wants is to study together with you.

- Personally he prefers to study at cafes because it makes him feel calmer knowing that your eating

- and has a guilty pleasure of feeding you food.

- Please let him feed you some cake, he won the deal so you have to agree!

- Plus when he feeds you a sweet treat he can enjoy your flustered face as old women coo as that cute couple ( you guys ) at table 12.

- and pleaseee don’t look away, He needs to savour that shy look in your eyes

- As your relationship progress more, you come to realise how he isn't as much of a jerk you though he was

- He may just come off as an arrogant and self centred guy but he's actually super attentive to others and helps out a lot of people.

- Although this may not be true for others Al Haitham will always have a soft spot for you.

- It’s simple stuff like when you both are studying together and he notices you push yourself too much he'll stop you.

- Or when he sees you nervous before a test he’ll come over and tease you if it’s a good distraction for you

- Al haitham thoroughly enjoys your presence and always finds himself looking for you in a crowd.

- You're ingrained into his routine every step of the way. Wake up, deal with kaveh, see you and then whatever after.

- He always finds himself seeing you in whatever he does without even realising it. His spoon seems particularly shiny today, just like your hair. It was so soft and shiny when he saw you today and when you turned arou- oh crap he’s doing it again.

- He also starts to try and learn more about your interests instead of reading books about academics that are hard to wrap your head around he starts reading books that are related to your interests.

- The history of how your interest came to be, what your interest is, the basics. Anything to learn more and get to know you better!

- If he can sneak in little facts or trinkets to show that he invested in your likes then he considered that day a win.

- He likes impressing you and enjoys being around you and that intensified the moment he realised he was in love with you.

- it was over for him once you laid your head against his shoulder.

“ Oh crap. ”

Ayato

‘ Well then, want to head down to the boba shop today? ’

- The charming school prince

- This man has an entire fan club dedicated to him.

- Ayato is known for his charming personality that seems untouchable from afar. His soft, pale skin, his alluring eyes that entice everyone in, his general vibe and presence just attracts everyone in a room.

- He’s even well liked because of how wealthy he is.

- You personally don't even clearly remember how you became friends with Kamisato Ayato

- One thing led to another during some after school cleaning and now you Ayato call you guys buddies.

- He enjoys teasing you about the littlest things, whether it’s your choice of drink or a little quirk of yours. He just enjoys making fun little quips about it.

- You're just so done with him and his teasing but he'll never stop. No, he enjoys it too much.

- Sometimes his teasing is borderline flirting and he’ll constantly push you to the edge ( never too far or to a point where your boundaries are crossed though )

- Ayato enjoys being around you because you arent chasing him or staring at him with hearts in your eyes. It feels so refreshing knowing he can be himself without you squealing and fangirling about his every little action.

- From a young age Ayato has always been admired and adored by those around him so meeting you was like a breath of fresh air.

- So when he realised his feelings for you he could enjoy that feeling of the chase to gain your love.

- On the weekends or after school ( really anytime he can convince you to go ) he likes to take you to his favourite boba store down the street from school.

- Of course he’ll cover the bill because that's the gentlemanly thing to do!

- The kind old lady at the front always give him a 50% discount though ( and that might be because his family does own the entire chain but don’t worry about that )

- When you both sit down and if Ayato decides that he doesn't want to tease you as much today he company is extra nice and can lead to some pretty deep conversations.

- and of course he’ll walk you home after you two drink some boba and have a nice little chat

- He could call his driver and have him come drop you guys off but he doesn’t want to seem pretentious to you.

- Plus it’s nice creating new memories with things you see on the walk back to your place.

- Whilst hanging out with Ayato there is almost one thing that consistently happens

- One poor girl decides to take her shot at confessing to the elusive and charming school prince

- Whether he’s handed a letter or pulled to the side, he’s got confessions coming for left and right.

- For those who make the endeavour to ask him directly they will sadly be met with a hard no.

- And for those who dare to ask him why not might be met with a charming Ayato saying he’s waiting for someone else to fall for him.

- And of course he’ll come back to your lunch spot all smiles and his usual demeanor

- And whilst although you’ve never consider Ayato as someone who you’d have a crush on, some others see your friendship in a different light.

- I mean why do you get the privilege to hang around Ayato when it should be them!

- Anyone daring to comment on it to your face can try but will definitely be served with a notice of expulsion.

- you don't need to know though, if it's to preserve your friendship Ayato will go to great lengths.

“ How rude of them, don't let it get to you. Want to go get some Boba? “

Childe

‘ [nameeeee] can you help me bandage up my arm? ’

- Your local bad boy delinquent

- One day you were walking home and you just happen see this guy from your school half awake and bleeding

- Of course being the good person you are you help him out, putting some bandages to the places that look like it needed it the most and wiping the blood off his face with some wipes.

- From the moment he could see you clearly he was starstruck and looked like he saw an angel.

- Even though you happened to be wearing a facemask that day, Childe asked around and happened to find out your identity.

- And so he has now dubbed you his nurse and comes to you whenever he's injured.

- Because of his frequent injuries you have now resorted to keeping a first aid kit on you stocked with everything that you could possibly need.

- You could become a nurse at this point!

- If he can he will definitely join you for lunch and as a thank you he will buy you overpriced canteen food or will bring his own fancy food that you didn't even know he could afford.

- And on the days he’s not having lunch with you, he's typically beating up people, serving detention or hanging out with this gang who he says are called the Fatui or something.

- Childe likes to impress you and thinks that his Kawasaki Ninja H2 R Motorbike will definitely catch your eye ;) he spent a lot of money on it and it has a nice sound to it. ( why aren't you going ‘ wow childe you so awesome and cool! ’ ?!! )

- Another way he tries to impress you is by taking you on random outings dates in his eyes.

- Bowling, Laser Tag, PaintBall, Arcades, anything where he can show you just how talented he is!

- Yeah sure he only got 2 strikes the entire time and it took him 8 tries to get you that plushie but still he was really good at laser tag and paintball!!!

- Childe genuinely knows that you are a good person and wants to introduce you to his family.

- He just knows that his younger siblings will love you and that his older siblings and parents will like you as well. ( He knows he’s a rowdy kid and you’ve helped him calm down alot )

- He would definitely invite you over for a sleepover and just wants you to have a good time!

- He definitely helps his mum cook dinner the night you come over and tries his hardest to make the best Borscht he can.

- Although he intends to just spend the night chilling with you, his siblings have stolen you and you’d somehow be roped into seeing Teucer’s ruin guard plushie collection!

- Childe is an extremely loyal guy and would go to great lengths to protect your friendship together. He knows that hanging around you might affect your reputation but it’s that selfish part of him that wants to hang around you.

- But if people ever talk bad about you he will not hesitate to go have a little ‘ chat ’ with them and tell them not to mess with you.

- He will just casually drop ‘ need me to beat anyone up for you? ’

- He does want to get to know more about you and your interest so he got the genius idea to take you on a shopping spree to learn more about you.

- And don’t worry about paying, he's got it covered!

“ Don't worry about looking at the prices I've got it covered ;) “

Cyno

“ Nice TCG deck, wanna play? “

- A school athlete that a lot of people get along well with

- He seems like a scary guy and that scares a lot of people away from trying to talk to him but he’s actually a pretty chill guy.

- He has a few friends like Tighnari, Kaveh and Al Haitham but still people don’t see him as a super friendly person.

- The way you met him was actually kinda silly. You were going to a TGC convention and faced off in a match. Whilst you didn't beat him ( who could ever ) he was very impressed by your playing skills.

- The two of you striked up a conversation and ended up getting along really well.

- You both exchanged numbers and hung out alot together.

- Whether it was practicing your TGC skills or something else Cyno and you just clicked really well.

- You didn’t even realise he went to your school until one day you were walking in the halls and saw him.

- Of course after the initial shock wore off you went up to him and just hit him with a million questions.

- After he answered all of your questions ( he’s patient with you so he’ll listen to everything you have to say ) he offered to walk you to your next class.

- The two of you walked to your classroom whilst oblivious and dense you giggled at Cyno’s ‘ jokes ’ unaware of the people shocked at the two of you.

- By the time you had gotten to your classroom and waved Cyno goodbye, you’re met with multiple people surrounding you asking how in hell you’re able to talk to Cyno so casually.

- you didn't know you went to the same school until you saw him in the halls

- you went up to him and struck up a chat as he offered to walk you to your classroom ( giggles you guys... GIGGLES [ what am I on..] )

- you didn't know how popular Cyno was until once you came into class some of your classmates you know better interrogated you on how you know Cyno.

- That was pretty difficult to explain haha

- Cyno is a bit of a dork when it comes to hanging around you but he knows you won’t judge him so he’s glad that he can be himself around you.

- It could be a 2 hour rant about a new TCG card deck or going to an event about one of his interests and Cyno goes weak in the knees knowing that you’ll join him.

- Whenever you're playing in a TCG competition together Cyno insists that the two of you sign up as a duo.

- Because there’s no one better than you to be his TCG partner!!

- He definitely saves up to get you some fancy cards and sleeves because he’s like that <3

- When it comes to his sporting world he wants you to be a part of it!

- He’ll invite you to his games ( please say yes or else he’ll be sad all day ) and you secretly dedicate his next shot to you. He’s glad he didn't say it outloud though because he missed…

- if you want to borrow his jersey he's happy to hand it over!

- He knows you've got some admirers out there so he's gotta let people know to back off.

- He'll also invite you to his practices and say that if you want to have Cyno try hard in practice, inviting you to come is key.

- But of course on the walk home he’ll give you her jacket because it’s cold out here!

“ You can keep the jacket, just make sure your warm “

Heizou

“ Come on partner, we've got to solve the mystery! “

- The self proclaimed best detective of the 21st century

- Heizou believes that it must some higher being above that allowed the both of you to meet, because from the moment Heizou’s eyes rested upon you he thought he saw an angel

- He thanks the world that some idiot ( Kaveh ) lost his book because now he could go up and ask if you’ve seen it.

- And when you smiled slightly and offered to help him find the book, goodness you're pretty and kind?! You're just perfect.

- Well from the moment the two you found that book, Heizou officially declared you his fellow detective partner

- He's very attentive to your reactions and even if you conceal how you feel he can read you like an open book.

- Because of this skill, it allows him to be responsive to your needs and feelings.

- He’s always doing things that will make you happy and excite you. If you mention that you want a cute keychain you bet that he’ll line up for 2 hours just so he can get it for you, and hey look he’s got a matching one!

- As well as that he’s a really caring guy and always just happens to have exactly what you need. Got a cut on your finger? Here's a bandage! Feeling thirsty? He has an extra bottle of water so drink up!

- He also always brings you snacks for whenever you're out and about with him and they will always be your favorites so really you just walk out with nothing on your person and Heizou would have everything you need.

- Heizou loves to spend time with you but you're always so busy :( so he has to get your contact so he can text you all the time!

- He loves sending you funny memes or just selfies of his day ^.^

- He’ll send you selfies of whatever he’s doing whether that's what he’s eating, a picture of him or just something funny, your phone never lacks notifications from Heizou.

- Heizou also likes to facetime you so he can see your beautiful face and hear your gorgeous voice gently chide him.

- Although he is mindful that you need to sleep, there’s just some nights where he can resist it and has to call you.

- He’ll try to be more chill and keep his energy down but he’s a very happy guy whenever he’s around you.

- Heizou loves spending time with you and listening to you talk and what better way to spend time with you then doing some good old detective work?

- He loves helping you grow your investigative skills and making memories with you.

- Because being a detective means going out and about, going to new places and spending time with you.

- Though there is a downside for poor Heizou.

- Because you're such an enchanting beauty and of course everyone else can see that. He has to watch other guys try and shoot their shots! He’s playing the long con ok?

- He’s a lucky guy though because you always reject these unworthy boys.

- But besides that a detective day out means he gets to treat you to a nice meal and pick up some little trinkets on the way

“ You should hang out with me more [ name ], these other guys aren't as entertaining! ”

Kaveh

“ What would I do with you [ name]?? ”

- The MOST disorganized man on the planet

- seriously! 

- The two of you guys met because he dropped all of his books and papers on the floor and you helped him pick it all up.

- The poor guy had dark eyebags and he just looked done with everything. You couldn't help but feel pity for the poor guy and offered to help him carry his stuff and since then you've hit it off.

- Kaveh is in need of someone to help him out and you're the best option! You help him study, you remind him to eat and you cheer him on!

- Kaveh is so grateful for you and genuinely doesn't think he could move forward without your help.

- He doesn't know how to repay your kindness to him but despite him being piss poor, he’ll try to treat you whenever he can. He’ll save up from his part time job so that he can take you to a fancy ramen place down the street.

- He’ll tell you to pick whatever you want and he’ll even treat you to a fancy dessert!

- It makes him glad knowing that he can at least treat you to a nice meal even if it’s not close enough to expressing his gratitude.

- Aside from fancy food places though, Kaveh always knows the best spots and places to have a good time!

- So when the both of you are free on the weekends Kaveh will take you to a fun weekly music performance from a place called the Zubayr Theater. 

- It’s a delightful time talking about just anything whilst having beautiful music in the background.

-  Kaveh is a really smart student and is really good when it comes to art. 

- When he can’t concentrate on drawing his buildings for a project he’s working on, he finds himself opening up one of his sketchbooks that has a bunch of drawings of you.

- You're just such a beauty that Kaveh wants to remember your face. Etch it into his mind. You are his muse and will always be his muse.

- The one issue when it comes to his personal life is his roommate Al Haitham. He’s so annoying and is apparently also friends with you! 

- Kaveh didn't even know Al Haitham was able to form friendships with other people. But because of his stupid roommate he can’t invite you over to show you all of his designs because he can’t let Al Haitham annoy you or even worse steal you for himself!

- Despite being horrendous at taking care of himself, Kaveh is surprisingly good at taking care of other people.

- He did it for his mother for a while and he helped out at the retirement village down the street when he was younger. 

- So when you come down with something Kaveh is faithfully by your side ready to help cure you.

- He’s got a med kit by his side ( he got the idea from your medkit ) just in case you need some painkillers, he’s got a cooling cloth on your head being changed out 24/7, he got some ingredients for soup that he’ll get started on soon and just anything he can think of that would be helpful for you.

“ No, no, no, don't get up!! You're always taking care of me so let me take care of you for once. ”

Kazuha

“ Want me to share my notes with you? Don't worry I've got you covered :) ”

- Even though you only share your english class with him he has quickly become one of your good friends ( he hopes to be more than friends though )

- During your classes if you every get bored you'll find a cute little poem written on a torn out price of paper or a game of tic tac toe to entertain you.

- When it comes to the poems it’s always a guessing game about what he’ll write as he likes to experiment with what to write about but most of the time the poems are always nice and calming.

 - Speaking of calmness though, Kazuha himself is such a calming presence to be around! His voice is so calm and soft and his eyes always put you in a bit of a trance.

- This really comes in handy for Kazuha for whenever he sees you stressed out over a test as it seems that you like to listen to his voice and typically agree with him when he asks you to take a break.

- Kazuha is always one with nature when he’s not in class he enjoys making mini flower bouquets for you or just putting flowers in your hair whenever he gets ahold of some pretty flowers. 

- He also gets along well with animals such as stray cats and dogs, birds, squirrels, you name it! ( Irl disney princess trust )They just seem to be attracted to him so whenever you hang out with him it’s just cuteness overload of all these cute animals ( and Kazuha? )

- Kazuha likes buying you blind boxes because after all these difficult exams and just the toil of school work he feels glad that he can be the source of your reprieve.

- It doesn't really care for any of the brands but tries to get series he knows you like, like the bald green ones. He doesn't really care for the price as long as they’ll make you happy.

- It is the sudden dopamine rush that comes from you that makes him get excited. The actual content of the box doesn't really matter to him, he just enjoys seeing you happy.

- Which is why when he sees you upset his heart just breaks. If he can, he'll provide reasonable solutions that will help solve your problems, but he’s just as glad to provide you wordless comfort, just rubbing your back.

- If it happens that some people hurt you, he is not afraid to ask that sketchy gang called the fatui or smth to help out. He knows your friends with that ginger delinquent guy so he knows that he can get people to help him out.

- Likes to take you to laser tag as it’s a thrilling experience and he enjoys watching your focused gaze look for him in the dark. 

- Even as you carefully look around and try to avoid other players you still can’t catch him!!

- But he’s nice so he surprises you and grabs your hand, twirling you and just trying to show you how cool he is. Hoping to catch you in a trance before his ultimate betrayal of shooting you.

- Of course whilst he’s helping you take your equipment off he’ll apologise but still a betrayal is an unforgivable crime

“Sorry to get you there let me make it up to you with overpriced fries”

Wanderer

“ they're staring at me not you it's fine, don't worry “

- your local popular outcast. 

- people are sure he's a cool dude but most of the time people are too scared to even look at him. 

- Once a girl attempted to ask him out but all that was left after the confession was a sobbing girl, the indifferent Wanderer and a few shocked people. Well at least according to rumours that had people now scared of him.

- At the start of the school year you had been placed in the same history class as him. The time had come for pairing up and you noticed that there was one guy everyone was avoiding like the plague. Wanderer.

- so you made the brave decision to ask him to be your partner for the project. Surprisingly he agreed.

- the more you worked with him you ended up bonding with him more and became good friends

- You guys both have matching keychains together of cats which when you gave it to him he said he wasn't going to use it but surprise he now has it on his backpack. 

- after school sometimes you both head over to your local 7 /// 11 and he buys you that expensive $20 small tub of ice cream 

- you both sit on a bench and vege put on the food you got. 

- You spend your time chatting together and eating your food but when you go to pop something in the bin you miss his burning red face. 

-Wanderer tolerates nearly nobody, everyone is always scared of him or just leaving him alone so when you came along and didn't leave him he truly fell in love. 

- he'd never admit it though despite how deep his love is he's always will try to be nonchalant. 

- but he's always trying to impress you 

- Wanderer enjoys taking you to different places that allows him to show off his skills

- such as the skatepark or a motorbike meetup

- he's very skilled at driving a bike and is amazing at skateboarding 

- he'll even teach you how to skateboard! 

- he may not be the most patient teacher but he'll make sure you know everything. 

- extremely cautious when it comes to you skating though 

- he gives you every price of protective gear possible. Knee pads, arm pads, helmet, everything!! 

- but don't worry you'll be fine 

- it's like 10pm and the sky looks like it's never seen the sun but don't worry he's very alert 

- if you're at a bike meetup he's got you right next to him or in eyeshot and if anyone suspicious tries to talk to you best believe he's staring them down. 

-despite the fact that he's in denial over his feelings, he'll always be there for you. 

- if you've got a performance or event going on, best believe he's there to support you, whether that's watching you perform and helping you setting up and other things. 

- however if there is one thing that wants to keep you away from is his mothers. 

- he says that they're both freaks with purple hair and pink hair. He knows the moment he brings you home he'll be met with lots of teasing from a specific pink haired lady. 

- but if you want to go visit his home he'll take you. 

“ just ignore my mums they're weird ”

Xiao

“ Sorry I think you got my drink, it’s a black coffee with three shots of espresso. ”

- Xiao is basically the same as Wanderer, but much nicer. 

- He seems mean and scary but really he’s a nice guy who’s always doing nice things!

- his reputation precedes him as the silent guy who helps carry others' stuff, the guy who blocked a ball from a girl's face, the guy who picks up rubbish off the ground and so much more. It's a stark contrast from the black mask and bangs that cover his face. 

- After a chance meeting and mixed orders at your local tea place the two of you got along instantly 

- It soon became a routine that the both of you walk home together at least once a week. 

- he’d like to walk home with you more often but he’s too shy to ask you so he’ll just take what he can get.

- however once you got cornered by a pair of delinquents and he found out so he mustered up the courage offered to walk you home more often

- So when you agreed to walk home together 3 days a week Xiao felt as if he won in life.

- If you’re going home later because you have a club on, or are studying, Xiao will wait for you and maybe even join what you’re doing.

- He wants to make sure you're safe so despite the fact that he’s not super intimidating to thugs he’ll always glare at anyone who seems to have any bad intentions towards you. Scares them off easily! 

- Xiao is always remembering the little things

- once you were complaining to him about dry lips and the next day he brought you a four pack! ( peach, strawberry, vanilla and raspberry in case you're wondering ) 

- he remembers your odd little habits, your interests, what do like to do and everything else 

- If you want to do something he’s always in to try!

- Once, you both decided to join a club but had quit the first week due to the entire time spent with everyone asking him questions or trying to flirt with him.

- When you both left the club he was so sorry and repeatedly apologised to you because he knew you wanted to join a club and even though he said he’d join with you he’s the reason why you had to quit and- you get the point.

- Just stuff a piece of bread in his mouth to shut him up! 

- and you’ll shut him up alright because when you did that his face was absolutely red!!! 

- Xiao is quite clueless when it comes to his feelings towards others but with you his heart was set and he knew that he liked you. 

- Xiao loves being useful and would willingly become your butler if you asked. 

- He wasn't particularly looking to get his driver's licence but when you asked him if he could drive you somewhere and he could, Xiao was on it.

- He likes to do things for you and his love language is definitely acts of service.

“ I’ve got a drivers license now and so I can take you places now! ”

Zhongli

“ Would you mind if I sat with you again today? I quite enjoy your company ”

- the sophisticated student Council president

- to the masses he seems intimidating but when you pay for his lunch one day he seems to be a much more complex individual 

- One day you’re at the lunch line and the guy in front of you seems to have forgotten his card. Wait..... is that the council president? !

- out of the kindness of your heart you paid for his lunch and ended up sitting next to him. 

- sitting next to him one time turns into multiple days a week! 

- the more you talk to him the more he seems like a normal person

- the elusive and intimidating perspective everyone seems him as is far from the truth

- He loves telling you stories!! You both spend many afternoons together listening to him talking about his stories 

- he also loves listening to you telling stories as he loves to learn more about you and find out what makes you, you.

- he’ll always remember every detail of what you tell him and if possible he’ll try to rekindle your memories.

- If you told him about a bookstore you used to go to as a child he’ll drive you there and spend time with you there. 

- It makes him glad to be responsible for eliciting such a happy reaction from you.

- Despite never his carelessness regarding his money he always seems to have just what you need. 

- if you want to go get some tea, he knows the sweet old lady who runs the shop and she’ll give you two a discount or just cover the cost, on the house!

- Zhongli also seems to have anything you need when it comes to oddly specific items. If you need a brown hair tie he’ll just happen to have one.

- In general he likes to care for you and make sure you have everything you need.

- Zhongli has long hair and just LOVES it when you play with his hair or do different hairstyles

- He likes it when you braid his hair and if possible he’d love to braid your hair!

- He has a deep appreciation for making memories together and truly cherishes the time you both went to a perfume making class.

- The both of you decided to make a scent for each other and he absolutely adores the musky, woody scent you decided on.

- He once ran out of it because he uses it everyday so he went back to the story just so he could remake it.

- It’s his signature scent and he’ll never wear anything else if possible.

- Despite having many duties to attend to, he is always looking out for you and just looking to spend time with you.

- when possible he’ll come to hang out with you or ask you to accompany him during a task. 

- He doesn't realise it but he definitely prefers you hanging out with him over others.

- if he knows you have goals you want to complete he’ll definitely go out of his way to help you accomplish them!!

- Whether it’s academic, fitness, spiritually he doesn't mind as long as he can help you.

- He’s content with waking up earlier or sending you reminders if it means helping you out!

“ You’ve got this, just a little closer now… please take some breaks though ”

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A Package Deal

In which Lando befriends a single mom without even realizing it.

Warnings: single mom. talk of parental death (no death featured on page), lando being a judgey jerk at first, kinda? Pairing: Lando Norris x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 5.4k words

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The fairy lights that stretched back and forth across the ceiling of the McLaren Technology Center sparkle down at you, a soft glow illuminating the spacious front lobby. Half a dozen 12 foot Christmas trees dot the cavernous room and tables decorated with rich red, green, and silver accents create intimate seating areas throughout. The only things indicating that the offices were home to McLaren's Formula 1 team were the seven or so F1 cars from past and present, all put on display for tonight's party.

The events team had certainly outdone themselves this year, that was for sure. If there was anything the McLaren events team went hard for every single time, it was the MTC's annual family holiday party. This year though, the entire team had extra reason to celebrate: earlier in the month, the team had brought home the Constructor's Championship for the first time in years.

"Momma, where's Aunt Sarah?" Your six year old daughter Stella asks softly, her little hand tucked securely in yours as she looks around, eyes wide in awe at all the decorations.

"I don't know, munchkin." You reply, grinning down at her. "Do you want to see if we can find her?"

Your best friend Sarah was surely already here as she was one of the heads of the events team. She'd been planning this party for months now, the added pressure from the championship win had nearly driven her mad. A quick text is answered even quicker and you lead Stella towards the massive ballroom that sits on the opposite side of the sleek modern building.

As you walk down the hall, the heels of your stilettos clicking softly, you're surprised to be hit with a wave of nostalgia. You'd been working for McLaren for almost two years now, after Sarah had given the head of product development your resume when you graduated uni with a degree in computer science and data analytics. Marshall, the man who ran the department, had offered you a job as a data analyst on the spot when you came into interview the following week. It had all felt like divine intervention, going from getting pregnant so young and having no other choice but to navigate parenthood alone to finding yourself employed within weeks of graduating. McLaren truly felt like your second home now.

"There's my Stelly Belly!" Sarah cries when she sees Stella and you walking towards her. Without a second thought, your daughter drops your hand and flings herself into the waiting arms of your best friend, one of the few adults the little girl trusts enough to open up to.

"Don't you look pretty tonight?" Sarah coos, nuzzling her head into Stella neck, eliciting a squeal and a cascade of giggles from your little girl. "And your mama looks stunning too!"

Rolling your eyes, you smooth down the front of the red satin dress you'd bought last week. "Are you sure it's not too much?"

Your brows knit together in uncertainty. Ever since having Stella at 19, your life had revolved around the little girl. Everything you did and every choice you made was made because of her and with her best interest in mind. Going to university when she was a newborn had been for her benefit and the time spent away from her while you studied and attended classes were paying off now with your secure job and hefty paycheck. But you weren't used to calling attention to yourself, totally content with working behind a computer screen in your quiet office tucked in the back of the MTC. You came to work, socialized very little, and went home to your daughter. This kind of event was very much out of your comfort zone.

"Stop that." Sarah scolds as she sets Stella down. "You look so good you're going have the mechanics breaking their necks all night long."

"Okay, that's enough." You huff.

"Momma, Sarah says there's holiday crafts over there!" Stella points vaguely towards the other side of the room. "Can we go? Please?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Let's go."

"I'll take her!" Sarah volunteers, capturing Stella's little hand in hers before giving you a look. "Go get a drink or something. Have some fun. Stelly Belly and I will go make all the crafts!"

You watch after your best friend and the other half of your heart as they scamper away, Stella's red velvet dress fluttering behind her. Somewhere deep in the pit of your stomach, a painful clenching feeling takes root. For the past six years, your entire universe has revolved around that little blonde headed girl. Even now, though you spent more time apart from Stella than you cared for because of school for her and work for you, whenever she was out of sight it felt like a bit of you was missing.

Once you see her settle at the table right next to Sarah and begin coloring something in front of her, you turn away and wander towards the open bar. If there was one thing McLaren did right at these kinds of parties, it was provide top tier food and drinks for the employees.

You order a glass of what smells like the most heavenly mulled wine you've ever encountered and find a spot away from the crowd, leaning against a pillar in the shadows of the room. You weren't used to being around so many people and while you were glad Stella seemed to be enjoying herself, you could feel your social battery already draining.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite McLaren employee." A smooth voice interrupts your anxious thoughts.

You blush into your glass of wine, knowing who it was sneaking up behind you before you even turned around. "I'm telling Oscar you said that."

Lando slips in beside you, caramel colored cashmere jumper brushing against your bare arm. "You wouldn't dare." He says, bumping your shoulder gently. You can hear the smile in his voice without even looking.

When you say you don't socialize much at work, there is always going to be one exception to that rule: Lando Norris. He had wandered into your office one day about six months ago looking for the legal department of all places. Lando had sheepishly admitted he may have accidentally signed a contract to be the spokesman for a bank in Singapore while drunk on holiday and needed to see what how mad everyone was going to be. You then had to admit you were, in fact, just a software engineer and not a solicitor and he was not, in fact, anywhere near the legal department.

An unlikely friendship had been born that day though because instead of turning around and scampering away out of sheer embarrassment, Lando had plopped himself down in the chair opposite your desk and spent nearly an hour and a half peppering you with questions about your job.

Lando liked those moments he got to slip away during his busy days at the MTC to see you. It seemed like lately, he would find himself carving out time during his day to make a special visit to your office no matter what else he had scheduled that day. He liked the way you talked to him like he was a normal person and how easily you laughed at his jokes. You never made him feel stupid or inferior for asking questions about whatever project you were working on that day and you never asked him about racing. Not once. You were also the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and he was embarrassingly addicted to making you smile.

"You look stunning tonight." Lando says in a hushed voice. "Red is your color."

Although he's next to you still, Lando manages to steal little looks at you out of the corner of his eye. The red dress you've got on tonight should be illegal and it's showing off every dip and curve of your body. You pride yourself on how well you dress at the office but tended to stick with neutral colors and classic, conservative shapes that weren't jarring and allowed you to fade into the noise of a busy office a bit. The red was totally out of character for you and Lando found himself wanting to buy you an entire closet full of colorful dresses.

Your cheeks go crimson and you're thankful for the dim lights that hide it. "Thank you."

The other thing you're not used to is attention from men. Like your social life, any semblance of a dating life had been put on the back burner when you became a single mom. You didn't much miss it, if you were bing quite honest. Spending time with Stella was better than wasting a night on a man that would only end up disappointing you.

So when someone like Lando complimented you on the dress you wore you don't quite know how to react.

"Momma! Momma, look what Auntie Sarah and I made!" Stella interrupts anything that's about to come out of Lando's mouth when she runs up brandishing what looks to be a fairy wand tied with dozens of glittery ribbons.

You crouch down, not missing the way Lando stiffens beside you, and take the plastic wand out of Stella's hand. "Is this a magic wand?" You ask, voice breathy with awe.

"Yeah! Aunt Sarah helped tie the ribbons on after I picked them. They're all glittery and match Elsa's ice queen dress."

You smile, Elsa had always been Stella's favorite Disney princess. "That is so special, Stelly Belly."

A few feet away, Sarah takes in how close you and Lando were before Stella interrupted and smirks. "Come on, Stella. I think I saw a cookie decorating contest starting over by the wands!"

You stand, eyeing your best friend. "I can take her, Sarah. I'm sure you want to mingle."

"Nope! Stay. Talk. Be merry!" Sarah's eyes bounce between you and Lando and your cheeks heat at the implication.

Beside you, Lando rubs at his jaw trying to process the information he's just learned. Momma? This girl, cute as a button, was calling you mom? He rifles through his memory, trying to think of any time you'd ever mentioned being a mom and he can't come up with a single thing. And he's pretty sure he remembers everything you've ever said to him.

"You have a daughter." Lando says it more as a statement than a question and you wince.

This was always the part where you tended to lose people. Being as young as you were, you were used to people being put off by the fact that you had a daughter. A lot of people your age weren't ready for kids yet and had a hard time figuring you out because you had such radically different priorities. Neither set of priorities was better than the other, just different.

"I do. Her name is Stella." You respond, leaning against the pillar once again. The cool marble sends shivers down your back as you prepare to lose someone who had made more of an impact on you than you realized.

"You never said anything about her." He observes, his tone unreadable.

"You never asked." You shrug, trying not to get defensive. "Her pictures are all over my office, Lan. I've never hid the fact that I have Stella."

Lando thinks back, recalling the office he's spent so much time in lately. You're right, of course. There are bits of Stella all over the place in the drawings on your desk to the school picture that sits near the spider plant close to the window. But somehow Lando had never noticed anything else other than you.

He rubs at the back of his neck, "I guess I just assumed she was your niece or something."

"Nope. She's all mine."

"And her dad?" The moment the question slips from Lando's mouth, he regrets it. His eyes shutter closed but not before he catches a glimpse of the way you flinch.

He hates himself for thinking he deserves to be privy to this information. For being so bold as to ask for the sordid details of your life when all you are to each other is a casual work flirtation. He hates himself for implying that you'd ever flirt with him when there was someone else in the picture. Or worse, that you now have to relive a painful story behind why there wasn't.

"You don't have to answer that." God, he was so good at speaking before thinking, wasn't he? It had gotten him into so much hot water with the press this year during the championship run and here he was again, putting his foot in his mouth like an idiot.

"It's fine." You sigh, knowing that anyone who wants to be in your life is going to have to hear the story at some point. You just hadn't anticipated it happening with Lando, having been perfectly content with the safety of your innocent work flirtation.

"I had Stella when I was 19, her dad was killed in a car accident when she was eight months old. She turned six in September.”

The silence that stretches between you is heavy, clashing with the light and festive mood that swirls around you.

"Christ. I'm sorry, love."

You hate how painful that tugging sensation on your heart is when Lando calls you 'love'.

Shrugging, you hope you feign nonchalance well enough to fool him. You know it doesn’t.

“Listen, I should go check on Sarah and Stella, make sure Stella doesn't sweet talk Sarah into a puppy or something. Those two together is how I ended up with a kitten last year."

The brightness in your voice is all for show but Lando sees right through it.

You're gone before he can get a word in though.

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"Come on, sweet girl, let's find your Papa a Christmas present so we can get out of this mad house."

You tug at Stella's hand, who was currently practically drooling over a display of sparkly gold and diamond jewelry in Harrods jewelry department. Around you, crowds swirl and people jostle each other as they all hustle to pick out their precious gifts before Santa's big night. Why you had chosen to come into London the weekend before Christmas was a mystery, but you were fully convinced that you had lost it when you had agreed to come to Harrods at Stella's request.

"But this necklace is so pretty, Momma!" Stella whines, eyes dragging over the diamond necklace on display in front of her.

"Yes, I know but I don't think your grandpa wants a diamond necklace for Christmas. Let's go up to the fifth floor where the kitchen gadgets are! You know how much he loves to cook!"

Stella rolls her eyes, which you choose to ignore. For all of her attitude today, Stella wasn't usually an ornery child. She was very well behaved and quite reserved so you gave her extra grace when it was crowded and loud like this. You knew she got overstimulated easily, just like you did.

"Fine." She sighs, casting one last longing look at the display. "Maybe Santa will bring me the necklace." She mutters and you have to tamp down a laugh.

You take Stella's hand in yours, despite her giving you another look of contempt. She was much too big of a girl to be holding her mother's hand, thank you very much. You ignored the glare and squeezed at your daughter's hand, knowing that she's not really angry at you.

Up on the fifth floor, the homewares section is significantly quieter than where you just were. Stella spots a display of colorful Kitchen Aid mixers that she scampers over to while you wander over to the espresso machines while reminding her to stick close. Out of the corner of your eye, you keep watch over her while debating the merits of different coffee machines.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite McLaren employee out in the wild." A velvety smooth voice sends familiar shivers down your spine.

"Favorite? You've been avoiding me since the holiday party." You quip without taking your eyes off the silver machine in front of you, knowing exactly who it is beside you without even looking.

Ever since the holiday party nearly two weeks ago, you hand't seen Lando at all despite knowing that he was at the MTC at least a few days. You hated that you knew that most of that time he had been out of the country, skiing in France then golfing in Spain. You also hated that you kept track of the amount of times you had known he was in Woking at the MTC and hadn't even bothered to stop in and say 'hi' to you.

Lando's hand rubs at the back of his neck. "I know. I'm sorry." His voice is low, tinged with guilt.

"Listen, it's fine." You turn to face him for the first time and your traitorous heart thuds a little harder in your chest. That mullet you teased him about so much at first had really grown on you and boy did it look good today.

"It's not like we're friends, Lando." You don't work as hard as you probably should to keep the frustration out of your voice. "You don't owe me anything and it's the off season for you. I shouldn't have said anything."

Lando frowns at you, confusion knitting his brow together. "We...we aren’t friends?" The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, tugging painfully at something in the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes shutter close at the look on his face. Lando might play the lovable goofball for the public and in the press but you knew better. You knew that he was a pretty big softie at heart and you immediately regretted your words, knowing that they would have struck him deep.

"What was I supposed to think, Lan? You seemed pretty put off when you found out about Stella and then you just..." You pause, unsure of where this anger was coming from. You hadn't really realized how hurt you had bene by his sudden ghosting until this very moment. "You just sort of disappeared. It's fine. I'm totally used to it."

The vulnerability in your voice makes Lando's heart clench painfully. He had been spooked initially about you having a daughter and he knew his reaction probably left a lot to be desired. He just had been so blindsided by the appearance of your little girl that night that he hadn't handled it well. Lando had been unwilling to admit before that night during the holiday party that he had been becoming more and more attached to you and he didn't know where Stella fell into place between you and him. It scared him, adding an entirely new layer to the budding friendship that you two had struck up. A friendship that he had been wanting to see if it could have progressed into more but now...now he didn't know.

"Momma, can we get Papa a mixer so he can make me more cakes next year?" Stella's small voice interrupts that awkward silence that had fallen between you and Lando.

You can't help the chuckle that leaves your lips despite yourself. "Stella, I don't think that's a very good reason to gift someone something."

"I don't know, sounds like solid reasoning to me." Lando chimes in, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks down at Stella. "Hi, I'm Lando." He crouches down so he's eye level with your daughter.

"That's a funny name." Stella regards Lando with a suspicious look. Stella is a quiet little mouse of a child most of the time and doesn't easily trust adults. There are very few people she's comfortable which is why her comment catches you off guard.

"Stella!" You scold, face going crimson at the lack of filter on her.

To your relief, Lando just chuckles. "I guess you're right, it is kind of a funny name. But I think Stella is a funny name too."

Stella' narrows her eyes but then she seems to realize he's just teasing her and she smiles. "I like you." She declares simply, as if deciding to be Lando's friend is the easiest thing in the world.

A fact that you already know is true.

"I'm hungry. Can we go get dinner now?" Stella turns back to you now and you startle a bit when you realize what time it is.

"Let me take you two to dinner. There's a place down the street that has some of the best chicken nuggets in all of England." Lando's offer throws you off for a moment you're so surprised. "As an apology for making you question our friendship."

Stella gasps as if that is the most exciting suggestion she's ever heard in her life. Your stomach does a quick swoop at spending more time with the driver outside of the office. You are a bit hesitant, pride still stinging from when he ignored you after the holiday party, but Stella looks so excited you find yourself nodding.

Twenty minutes and one espresso machine later, you have the giant package shipped off to your house before walking towards a cozy pub that Lando suggests. It's strange to you, walking down the crowded streets with Stella tucked between you and Lando, listening to her prattle away. Once in a while, Lando shoots you a look over the top of your daughter's head that is all amusement and happiness.

Meanwhile, you're reduced to silence, listening in awe to Stella's babbling. She has always been a reserved little girl, following in her mother's footsteps of being an introvert. She doesn't open up to just anyone and even when she does find an adult she likes, it takes her quite a bit of time to talk to them the way she's talking to Lando as he navigates the three of you towards your destination.

Around you, people bustle up and down the sidewalk, the streets of London an absolute hive of activity and it's a bit overwhelming. You're momentarily worried about Stella, knowing she doesn't do very good in crowds just like you but then something catches your eye that has your heart leaping into your throat. Captured in Lando's large hand is Stella's tiny one, a silent gesture of affection from your six-year-old. The way your chest squeezes at the sight has tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

Lando catches the look on your face, full of awe and something else he can't quite place, and when your gaze snags on his moments later he gives you a dazzling smile. When Stella had reached out to take Lando's hand a few blocks ago, he had panicked a bit. He wasn't too experienced with kids, his niece’s being much younger than Stella, but he felt something deep in his chest that told him when the little girl beside him reached for his hand, it was a sincere sign of trust from her.

"Here we are." Lando says once you're safely across the road. "I hope you're ready for the best chicken nuggets in all of London."

Dinner is a loud affair, Stella peppering questions left and right to Lando and Lando expertly fielding them. He even gets some questions in edgewise and has both you and Stella laughing the entire meal. It's the most relaxed Lando's seen you the entire time he's known you. Despite his initial reservations at spending time with someone who has a child, he finds himself not wanting the evening to end. He's never been so thankful for last minute gift requests in his entire life.

Your bellies are full when you spill out onto the sidewalk, the chilly London air biting at your cheeks. It was going to be a cold train ride home. You reach into your tote bag to pull out a scarf and hat, tugging both on Stella despite her yowls of displeasure.

"Stella." You sigh, finally getting her to leave her hat on her head after a tense few moments as Lando watched on, smile sitting at the edge of his lips. "Come on, it's cold tonight and you know the train isn't much better."

"Train?" Lando asks, frown appearing on his face.

"We took the train into the city today. Someone wanted an adventure." You look pointedly at your daughter, who just shrugs, totally unfazed by the chilly evening air.

"That's like, a forty-five minute trip! On the train? At night? Alone?"

Something twists in Lando's stomach at the thought of you and Stella all alone on the train at night. He knows the trains are, objectively, safe and you'd probably be fine but it just doesn't sit right with him knowing that he'd have to leave both of you at a train station unable to be with you in case something happened.

"I know." You breathe, knowing that the moment Stella sits down on the train she's going to be out like a light and you're going to have a very grumpy six-year-old on your hands on the other end of the line. "I don't have a choice, I'm not ordering an Uber home. It'll be fine, Lando. We do this all the time."

The thought of you navigating the crowded train alone with the tiny wisp of a girl that tucked her hand back into his as soon as she got close enough to him hurts a surprising amount. It's a jarring feeling, one that he's totally unprepared for. His memory darts back to the night he found out you had a daughter. He thought for sure the budding chemistry between you would fizzle out. He had thought that he wasn't interested in getting involved with someone who had a child because it complicated things to a degree he wasn't sure he was ready for. He still struggled with looking after himself successfully sometimes. Dating someone with a child? Up until this very moment, Lando thought that was completely off the table.

"You're not taking the train home. I'll drive you." Lando's voice has an edge of finality in it that tells you this is going to be a fight, one that you're not sure you're prepared to fight.

You blink up at him, unable to form a response for several moments. Beside you, Stella cheers. "Yes! No boring train!"

"Woah, slow down." You warn, shaking your head. "Lando, I appreciate the offer but we can't." Stella looks absolutely crestfallen next to you as she yanks her hand out of Lando's grasp and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Why not?" Lando's frown mirrors Stella's and you nearly laugh.

Beside the fact that he couldn't stand the thought of you on the train by yourself with Stella this late at night, Lando didn't really want the night to end. He had sat across from you at dinner and there were several moments while Stella chattered on that he caught your gaze and you had given him the most prettiest smile he'd ever seen.

"Well, for one, Stella needs a booster seat to ride in a car and I don't think those come standard in Ferrari's or McLaren's."

"For the record, I drove my Range Rover into the city." Lando retorts before glancing around the crowded city street. "Look! There's a Mamas & Papas across the street! That's where my brother got my niece’s carseat a few months ago. I'm sure they sell booster seats too."

You can't help but stare at Lando, a bit dumbfounded. When you had started getting to know the driver months ago, you had what you had thought was a pretty accurate idea of who he was off the track: young, sinfully good looking, deeply unserious, and only interested in partying and having a good time. But voluntarily spending an evening with you and your daughter? Offering to buy Stella a booster so he could drive you home? The way Lando surprised you in that moment had you swaying on your feet a bit.

"Can we, Momma? Please! I want to drive home with Lando!"

There are two sets of big puppy dog eyes turned on you and you find yourself tossing your hands up in the air in defeat. "That's not fair! You two can't team up against me!"

Lando looks down at Stella, mischievous grin overtaking his handsome face. "I think we won, Stelly Belly." He shout-whispers, eyes sliding over to you, giving you a wink.

"You two are going to be trouble together, aren't you?" Is the last thing you say before Lando grabs your hand and drags you towards the shop to buy your daughter a booster seat.

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Doge staffers enter Noaa headquarters and incite reports of cuts and threats

Staffers with Elon Musk’s “department of government efficiency” (Doge) reportedly entered the headquarters of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (Noaa) in Silver Spring, Maryland, and the Department of Commerce in Washington DC today, inciting concerns of downsizing at the agency. “They apparently just sort of walked past security and said: ‘Get out of my way,’ and they’re looking for access for the IT systems, as they have in other agencies,” said Andrew Rosenberg, a former Noaa official who is now a fellow at the University of New Hampshire. “They will have access to the entire computer system, a lot of which is confidential information.” Project 2025, written by several former Trump staffers, has called for the agency to be “broken up and downsized”, claiming the agency is “harmful to US prosperity” for its role in climate science. Rosenberg also argued there was no legal authority to abolish Noaa or reduce its budget, outside of reducing it through Congress. “There’s no real transparency. They just show up wherever they want, do whatever they want. They’re following through on major budget cuts and major staffing cuts,” Rosenberg added. “I think the strategy here is: ‘Well, we’re just going to do it and dare somebody to stop us, and by the time they stop us, we’ll have destroyed it.’”

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peaches & wine

5.8kish | NSFW minors do not interact 18+

FUCKBOY!JOHN SOAP MCTAVISH X VIRGIN!READER | ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

Summary: Fuck boy Johnny fuck you on your demand.

Warnings: Reader is kind of needy and overachiver girl, very cliche you can say. P in the v sex, fingering and eating out, Johnny is a FLITHY man and we like that. Drinking and alcohol. Mention of Simon rejecting reader.

Note: It's finally here and you can see how I gave up in the end, Only because this has a part two with threesome.

IDEA | INTRO

Johnny has seen many men and women alike, fucked ‘em too. He had the privilege to worship bodies and not care about them. He's a filthy god in his human skin— he can care less.

The party is booming with sounds that send low vibrations through his bones, he's nursing a drink and a cigarette. Tonight had been eventful in a low way— women kissing his cheeks and mumbling how they want his numbers, men slowly slipping hands into his back pocket to squeeze his ass.

Tonight was good, the buzz of the drinks getting to his bones. There is this very light flutter in his chest, the headiness of the alcohol catching up to him. Simon must be around somewhere, Gaz had disappeared with his girl long before he even started to order drinks.

Johnny has not been a good man, in his own sense of goodness. He has been something borderlining filth— the cross rests around his neck which he kisses every time he's at the church praying. He prays god would forget what kind of man he is when he dies.

Except Johnny forgets he himself is the man of God when it comes to fucking someone or getting fucked.

He has been eyeing almost everyone, not particularly in the mood to fuck but enough to have some dance with his people or stangers alike. He remembers the first time he had sex, with some man at the soccer club, in the bathroom.

It was something he would always hold onto, fucking the pastor's son.

You have been lingering around for a while, fiddling with the rim of your glass as you give him side eyes. He did notice you, you're very obviously gawking at him, and he takes it as a sign that you must be admiring him. He snorts to himself, puts another cigarette between his lips and searches his pockets for a lighter.

You have been around for the past two years, not really present. Not really absent, just existing somewhere— where people would notice you when they required you and not vice versa. You would be huddled with notebooks, ball point pen ink smeared across your hands and overfilled pages with notes and rough papers with even tougher calculations.

You were from the Computer Science department. Smart in studies, socialising only when others called you and just enough.

You existed, never lived the life you were given. Goal oriented, that's what he called you when you passed by him one day in the hallways. Always good marks, even better reputation between the teachers, some extracurricular activities when required— mostly sketching.

And that brings him to the thought that you shared one hobby same as him.

But it also makes him curious why you are slowly creeping beside him at a snail's pace with the fruit punch with too much soda. You're wearing a khaki shirt, two buttons at the top undone and sowing the swells of your breasts. There is a small tattoo on your sternum that isn't really visible but it's poking out.

Johnny cocks an eyebrow, taking a drag from his cigarette and chugging down what was left of his drink. He doesn't comment how you've crawled up beside him, in a metaphoric sense. Your attention is elsewhere, but it doesn't go out of his observation that you're still sneaking glances at him, again.

Very obviously that too.

You're a squirmy little thing, a bird who has just learnt how to fly. You aren't fitting well with the crowd— a mismatched jigsaw piece. He pities you for the uncomfortable feeling you must be in, an outcasted abandonment.

Earlier when he had seen you enter the club— he had seen you enter with your friends. A rowdy bunch of people from his own batch. They took their seats at the stall— one by one leaving you after asking if you'd be okay on your own, and to his sweet dismay you had said okay each time.

And that was obviously the most wrong thing, the way you were on the verge of tearing up beside him because of the loneliness.

“Ye know ye are really ain't that nonchalant lass” he snickered stealing a glance at you. He observes a few other things about you then, the way you bite your lips absolutely pink and swollen due to being nervous. There is this thought in his head that is clawing— a slow sliver of arousal winding up his spine.

You look up at him with a pout, “Wasn't trying to be nonchalant… wanted you to notice me” your voice is sweet, scared but it's mostly the fear of new interaction. There is a soft tremble in your fingers, now that he turns towards you and you are playing with the glass between your hands.

“Tryna get my attention lass? That's a sweet things” he chuckles, ordering another drink for him. The ciggy between his lips almost finished as he crushes it on the ashtray beside him, “That so love?” He mutters, leaning a little towards you.

That's when he notices that soft red hue flushed over your cheeks and the pout on your lips, the subtle way you licked them and looked away, muttering something about boys like him always poking their nose in other's business.

“Nah lass it was you who slid beside me now, didn't ye?” He grins, when you look away, flushing deeper and chugging down your soda. A small trail of the drink dripping down your lips. There is an angry frown on your face when you look at him again, eyes a little glazed and he's sure you had a couple of drinks before.

“...won't beat around the bush”

“Never said you were love”

“I need you to fuck me McTavish”

Johnny chokes on the beer he ordered, the bartender giving him a confused look, which said more like you fumbling her? Johnny shot a glare at the bartender and looked back at you, still there in flesh and not a hallucination. You're staring at him with concerned eyes, a hand on his back as you pat his back slowly.

“You— okay?” Your voice this time is ten times sweeter, concern lacing as it turns into a soft murmur. Like one's lover whispers in another's ear.

It sends his head into a frenzy, a hazy state where his brain fucks up and absolute lewd scene in his head and you're the victim of his imagination. He knows he shouldn't, god he knows he won't— but a little imagination has never hurt anyone.

The look in your eyes, the way your lips have turned red now and glossy with your constant licking and biting, your tattoo peeking out of your shirt as you lean a little forward towards him, the small warmth of your hand over his back has his cock chubbing up good in his jeans.

He shifts a little, still sane enough not to wreck his nervous system into shutting down his horniess.

“Aye—? Lass ye joking?”

There is a frown on your face this time, a confused one. Johnny is oh so sure it's the alcohol in your system speaking for you. He makes a mental note that your unconscious thoughts do consist of him fucking you and he rather enjoy that image sometimes later when he wants a wank material.

“I— no… I was serious…” your pouting again, looking here and there and everywhere but at him. Your hands are closed on your lap, there is a small tremble in your lower lips as you bite it again— and god if that doesn't make Johnny's cock strain in his jeans. He shifts again, finding a comfortable position where you can't see the tent in his pants.

“I'm… Sorry— That was so inappropriate—” you're speaking, god's you're stuttering so fucking bad while apologising, a soft tremor in your voice as you trying to articulate whatever the fuck you're saying.

Johnny feels guilty, but he doesn't pay attention to it. He's not listening to half of what you're saying, just glaring very obviously at the dip between your chest and back to your neck, his teeth would look so fucking good on the soft flesh. His eyes go a little up and they are on your lips, trembling and swollen— how fucking soft would they feel against his. How good would it feel to kiss them and roll them between his own teeth, bite them until you're a whimpering mess in his arms.

His eyes now land on your thighs and where your hands settle, the plush fat there bulging against the hem of your denim shorts. They look so soft and pure.

He shakes his head, don't Johnny.

Don't you fucking honey bastard of a man— think about her doing maths– fucking hell that's hot too, nah let's think about Simon— okay hot too— Gaz— fucking hell man nah—

He blinks his eyes and you're already off the stool muttering apologies and leaving. The gears in his head turn as he hops down too, his hands on your shoulder— aye lass, nah don't—

There are tears streaming down your eyes, soft slat clinging to your even softer features, a shallow gasp pushes past your throat, trying to catch your breath. Johnny feels a sick pit in his stomach, what he said wasn't that offending right— man he didn't even reject her, all he did was ask her if she was serious?

He tries to convince himself that it's the alcohol in your system.

A sigh, his hands slide down your shoulder to your waist and he leans over to your ear. Breath hitting the shell of it, lips almost brushing against the baby hairs that are around, “I'll take ye to my home ‘kay?” He murmurs, voice soft, yet raspy. Something sweet yet intoxicating.

That gets you to still, eyes blinking up at him as he pulls away a little, a soft smile on his face. You nodd, lips again between your teeth with a nervous flutter. His hands rests against your waist, the warmth seeping in through the cotton shirt. It warms your face as you look away.

There is a shiver in your form, pressing yourself a little closer to him even if there is this uncomfortable flutter in your stomach. You have never done this before, never have been near a man before— not like this atleast. More like you didn't get time, your head was filled with too much of your achievements to even try to engage with men or anyone for fun.

Because your fun was your work, your goals.

So no. But that backfired. High-school, the nerd, the over achiver with a fucking hell of an reputation around the school and at other competition. Never the one to be let down— just yourself.

At college not that you would join your batch mates, but getting teased by your friends as the innocent one, the sweetheart, a baby— the baby of course the group was the biggest ick you had.

So here you were, standing behind Johnny as he roared up his bike's engine to life and put on his helmet and not forgetting to help you with one too, mindfully putting his jacket around you which ate up your whole frame.

You blinked up at this man, John McTavish. You have heard his name, saw him around the campus, a rowdy man with an unspeakable amount of charisma.

People would think he's a loser, but he's decent in his academics. Almost acing his classes and hobbies. He got that fuckboy charm that attracted everyone, every gender, every fucking age— you had heard your roomates whisper among themselves about getting fucked by him, so fucking good, so fucking amazing, all sorts of compliment.

He's like a sex god.

But he wasn't your type, not really. His pal, that brooding mass of flesh that hovered beside him, always in a balaclava, that non-committal person, Simon Riley. Simon was from the History department. Did great and was as same as Johnny.

No wonder why Johnny and he were friends, except Simon was a lot less talking and more doing.

You had gone to him first, sweet and soft and polite. Asking him about his day, he replied with grunts and sighs. Simon was so quiet you almost missed all his answers. Later on, when you boldly asked if you could come with him to his apartment— god's he gave you a look.

He gave you the look.

That disinterested look, ignorance that wasn't feigned. He had sighed and took a large gulp of his drink before muttering a low, “Don't do innocent bird like you sweet’art” before walking away and not sparing a glance back at you.

Blood had rushed to your head so fucking fast, anger and humiliation burning your face up as his massive frame disappeared in the crowd. You had seen red; anger— something cracking in your with humiliation, so you went to the second best option.

His pal, Johnny.

And Johnny was an absolute sweetheart.

So here you stand, with a pit so deep in your stomach and guilt bubbling in your throat as you wipe your eyes and sniffle a little. He looks at you, mutters a it's okay lass, let's get you my home before his fingers are brushing your cheeks.

You feel warmth, too warm— that kind that makes your heart flutter. You know you shouldn't feel like this, but it's your first time being touched so tenderly by a man, of course your biology will betray you.

You nodd, helping yourself behind him on his bike as he steadies it. Then off you go.

The air is in your hair, your arms wrapped around his shoulder, too afraid to wrap it around his waist. Too nervous would be correct. You can smell his cologne, a soft salty and spicy smell that makes you nerves relaxed mildly, yet you can hear your blood rush to your cheeks. You huddle closer to him,fingers gripping his shoulders tightly as he speeds up.

“Ye holdin’ alright bonnie?”

You blink up at him, he's looking at you through the rear mirror. A slight nod as you avert your eyes again— god's you're shy, so flustered right now. You can feel a weird feeling in your skin and through your stomach. It's warming your body, it makes you think this is what love feels like.

Even if you know for fucks sake that this is far from love, it's just lust.

The bike slows down in front of a building, Johnny is a sweet man to help you get off the bike holding your hands. His fingers are coarser, yet gentle in the way only men who hold respect can be.

“You okay love?” He asks, helping you to take off the helmet, his fingers working on the strap as he lifts your head up a little. You hum, your hands idley hanging beside you as you play with the sleeves of his jacket.

The helmet comes off and you roll your shoulders, “That's a heavy helmet” you mutter, fingers fixing your hair. Johnny chuckles, his fingers coming up to your face to tuck the stray strands of hair away from your face. There is a moment of softness, your eyes on his fingers, then to his face— and god help you he has those baby blue eyes.

“This your first time love?” He asked, fingers curling around your cheek, brushing the skin under your eye. Isn't this far too— soft and romantic— you nod, pulling away a little before another flush of heat creeps up your neck. He chuckles, “Mhm, ‘kay”

You're in his apartment, shared with Simon. Simon isn't here of course, he won't be here tonight— he'd be here the next morning. The guilt again starts to make your tongue bitter as Johnny helps you with your bag, keeping it on the couch. You look around, a decent apartment that smells like grass and cheese.

Johnny disappears in the kitchen, “Ye need anything love? Water?” he asks, poking his head from the doorway. You frown, fingers fiddling with your own hands, “No, Thank you”

That should do it.

You're confused, really confused. Aren't you supposed to get into fucking immediately? Like your friends described? Kissing in the elevator, lifting you up in the staircase— aren't one night stands like such?

You blink hard, trying to erase the cloud of confusion from your own head as your fingers fiddle with the buttons of your shirt— slowly unbuttoning them as the cold air leaves a trail of goose flesh after. Hands skittish as your fingers fold your shirt and keep it neatly beside your bag on the couch.

Your thoughts drift to Simon's for once, even if you may have been avoidant towards boys and men alike— didn't mean you never fantasised their touch on your skin.

Some nights when overwhelmed with studies and emotions, laying on your bed— your thoughts would drift to Simon, wantingly. It was a silly crush when you first saw him, with Johnny, hell you didn't even pay attention to Johnny until he came up to the sketching club and sat next to you.

This silly crush developed into something more lustful. Never intimate, just lustful— with your fingers trailing down your waistbands, back arching as you rolled your sensitive bud between them. Most of your thoughts would contain Simon touching you, his hands grabbing you by your waist, arching your back as his lips trailed along your ears.

Another hand on your nipple, twirling it— a low moan.

Just imagination.

Just imagine.

Your bra was off by now, as you flinged it across the armrest.

You look up only to find Johnny gaping at the doorway, maybe salivating with the way he licked his lips and gulped. There were two popsicles in his hands, melting off now. You don't know how long he had been standing there— you don't really.

Too lost in your own head to notice the man. Hands instinctively coming over your chest to save you some dignity as a small squeal left your throat.

“I— Aye lass ye were serious?”

You take a look at Johnny, skittish on your feet. He had changed into a loose vest, shorts on and just relaxed, but the very visible growing tent through those shorts had you swallowing air. You blink innocently (you are innocent) and look up at him— flushed all red and sighing.

“John McTavish, Fuck me”

That sent all the blood rushing south, the almost hard cock now straining against his shorts as he groaned. He looked, held back— eyes glassy as he let out a long breathe, throwing away the two very molten popsicles into the bin and licking his hands clean as he strode towards you.

“Aye— as you command mam”

Johnny's paln was to send you home. Johnny's plan was to make you drink water, sober you up, give you a popsicle and talk about silly things and talk you out of getting fucked by him— because clearly the alcohol in your system was making you talk.

So god, he never expected you to stand half undressed in his living room under the low moon light looking so damn soft and pretty. He didn't fucking think that the sight of your already flushed and shy face would make his semi hardened cock rock hard.

Hell, there was this soft floral smell of your body mist waiting around the air— even on his shirt because of the bike ride which had made it all even more difficult.

Johnny was good at having control over his hormones.

He wasn't good at controlling what his hormones did when someone else controlled him.

In this case you.

He kissed you, lips licking with yours in that aggressive way that he loves. It made you gasp, fingers curling around his vest as he pulled you closer— it was so clear that you had never done this, so painfully obvious by the way you were squeamish and trying to push him away when his tongue forced its way into your mouth.

A low whine, more like approval vibrated in your throat and he grinned on your lips, pulling you on the couch.

Lips moving slowly, yet some aggressive intensity he possessed— he pulled away, letting you breathe.

And god you looked like a rose in full bloom, cheeks reddened and eyes having those hazy lustful look. You licked your lips, hands now curling around his neck as you part your lips again for a kiss and he complies, lips on yours— this time slower, taking your lower lips between his teeth that earns him a squirm and a yelp.

Your eyes hooded as you look at him, and fuck he finds it's hot— so fucking hit he can feel his precum staining his shorts.

His hands wrapped around your naked waist, skin so soft— and god the tattoo on your sternum. It's a small cross, ink curling under your skin and ending just where the swell of your breasts start. Johnny pulls away again, letting you breath— but you're painting, blinking and trying to clear the haze.

He's reverent, lips under your chin, then down your throat and down below— biting your collars that make you mewl. It's making you feel hot, Johnny can feel the way you're trying to rub your legs together to feel something kind of relief. He grins, as his lips trails slobbering kisses over your neck and up to your ears, biting the shell.

You gasp, nails digging into his shoulder.

His one hand now rests over your breasts, rolling your nipple between them, his other hand slowly trailing down your stomach down to your shorts. The overwhelming sensation causes you to throw your head back and whine, trying to lift your hips up and find some kind of contact between him and yours.

And gods he would have fucked you raw— but it's you, it's your hands wrapped around his wrists with those wide eyes that clearly scream I have never done this please please please help— and he pauses. Leans back a little, hands slowly retreating to your waist.

“I— I’m sorry I haven't really done this before—”

He knows, the softness under you skin, the innocence in your voice, the soft tremble in your body as you let him kiss you, god he knows you have no clue what you're going at— so he smiles, his voice syrupy but so husky, “‘Is alright, wannae take it slow?”

Your gaze fixes on him, a little less nervous, the tension in your limbs melted away the moment he kissed you— so you take a leap and nodded at him, lips parting to let out a soft Yeah… yeah thank you.

So Johnny's lips get back to your stomach, fingers gripping your waist and squishing the fat there. He lets out a heavy breath, teeth latching with the button of your shorts.

You give him a confused look, eyes wide and lips parted in confusion. More like awe, “Hey— McTavish what—”

Click

He teeth bite onto the fabric of your denim shorts, pulling it away slowly and that's when you relaise why the fuck is this man called a fuckboy. He got those tricks up his sleeves.

His teeth grip the zip of your zipper, pulling it down and making you feel so damn hot. You feel yourself panting, naked chest heaving as you try to look away but his hand is already holding your jaw, “Look at me love” and god you know you died on the spot.

He helps you out of your shorts, tautly pulling down your cotton knickers down with them, making you gasp and cross your legs in shame. “McTavish!?”

“It’s Johnny babe” he murmurs, parting your legs with ease as he settles between them and stares at your glistening sex. “Fuckin’ hell love, look at ye all dripping f’me?” he murmurs, his mouth already over your clit, giving it a soft kiss. You hiss at the sensation, hands automatically in his hair as a ragged breath passed through your mouth, “G-gently—”

There is this big grin on his face as he rests his head over your mound, stubble scratching the small trail there, you sigh at the weight, “Don't worry lass— lemme just—” he flicks his tongue out, a soft lick over your folds. You gasped sharply, fingers digging into his hair, “I— Sorry Johnny I didn't mean to—”

But god he looked so blissed out when you pulled on his hair, groaning into your cunt mumbling thank you god.

His mouth worked wonders, tongues lapping at the slobbering hole— and god he was messy, slurping up your essence like so ancient elixir. A low moan escapes your throat, brows furrowed in utmost pleasure, toes curling and nails digging into his hair.

He was filthy, making out with your folds whilst he muttered absolutely nonsense— so fucking sweet now aren't ye girl? getting so fucking wet for me? yeah? such a pretty thing.

It wasn't even a good few minutes in that you started to feel your orgasm wind up your core, stomach clenching as a soft cry escaped your lips— all red and glossy with your drool. The slow coil in your stomach tightened with each suck— lazy yet so fucking good it had you cumming within few seconds.

Back arching as you pulled on his hair, and Johnny being the good fucking dog he is— licked up every drop of your release until you started to whine and push at him, your heels in his thighs crying as he overstimulated your sensitive spot.

“Aye gimme one more bonnie” he grinned, lips on your bud, rolling it between his teeth and pushing his middle and ring finger in. You gasp, his fingers curling at the sweet spot making you cry aloud— “Just like that, good girl” he purred into your pussy.

Pumping his fingers in and out while rolling his thumb over your clit— Johnny takes a moment to admire you're fucked out expression— and he swears by the cross he wears around his neck, he'd tattoo this moment under his eyelids. Eyes rolled back, fingers in your hair grabbing them by roots while you try to push away, which is really trying to pull him closer.

Your second orgasm pulls closer as he hits that spot over and over again— and the coil underneath your belly snaps, making you spray all your release over him. He hums in approval, pulling back as he flicks his thumb continuously over your bud riding out your orgasm, “Aye look at her lass, so fucking beautiful”

You're spent, barely being able to open your eyes as Johnny pulls down his shorts. If you were a little more conscious, you would have noticed the white cum patch over his shorts dripping down his thighs, but you don't. Johnny sighs, pulling his vest off— the cross dangling from his neck.

He looks into your eyes, a pleased sigh leaving your lips as you try to catch your breath, fingers trying to find purchase around his neck to pull him for a kiss. There is this sudden glee flowing through your veins as you kiss him, tasting yourself on him, an approving hum.

Just as he pulls back, you stare at him.

He looks so fucking happy, the grin on his face damn beautiful and that breaks your heart.

The guilt that had left your body coils up again as your muscles tense up— a nervous flare in your bones as you bite your lips to keep yourself from crying. But all the overwhelming sensation and emotions got the best of you, and tears fell down the apples of your cheeks.

Johnny looked so fucking confused, that happy smile wiped out at an instant— hands wrapping around your cheeks as he wiped them, “Hey, Lass? Ye okay? I didn't hurt ye did I?” He's concerned, borderlining anxiety in his own form. You shake your head, “No— I'm sorry Johnny–”

And the guilt is out of the box as you wrap your arms around his neck and sob, muttering apologies that has him confused. Johnny's wondering what the fuck went wrong as he holds you, getting you on his lap and rocking you mumbling hey lass it's okay.

“It's not!” You pull away, with a particular choking sob, “It's not, I used you—”

He's staring at you now, with a look that says, come again? yet you're having an emotional meltdown on his lap, naked, both of you.

Such a good first time fuck.

“Aye lass, breath— breath love, now tell me what is goin’ on in ye head—”

You blink, sobs still wrecking but slowly shimmering into snuffles as you wipe your face, “I— Johnny… I Simon…”

“Simon?”

“Simon didn't want to fuck me so…”

“You're telling me you came to me because Simon didn't fuck you?”

“...Yes,"

You take a pause

"I'm sorry”

“Lass ye better believe that I can fuck ye better than that skull head”

You blink your tears away again, eyes burning now as your hands hastily wipe them. Johnny's grinning, holding you up a little, “This yer first time yeah?” You nodd softly, “No tears bonnie, no fuckin tears– only if I fuck you good”

And then slowly rubbing his cock up and down your folds, easing up to you while you stutter straddling his lap. A low gasp leaves your mouth as he pushes in, rocking your hips slowly. “This hurt sweet’art?” he asks with a kiss on your lips and then to your cheek.

“Not— r-really–” you fumble, walls fluttering around his girth as he bottoms out. He groans, throwing his head back as you adjust to him, “J-Johnny— this—” you stutter again, lips opening apart as he slowly thrushes in at a slow pace letting you adjust.

You're gasping, hands pawing at his chest, mewling and whining. Johnny's keeps his eyes locked on your, lips pressing soft kisses on your collar bones and down your chest— it distracts your attention from the slight pain down there, but god the way Johnny is pacing up is making your head spin.

“F-faster Johnny—” you mutter, hands grabbing the back of his neck as you push your mouth against his, whining as he increases his pace making you gasp loudly, which he swallows. Your walls clenching around him as he moves, “Fucking hell Lass made for me now didn't ye?”

You answer with a moan, nodding your head as he hits that one spot again, cock so fucking thick and stuffing that it has your guts twisting. You can feel your abdomen coil again, the sweet release in your guts wrapping around your spine as he pushes in and out again and again.

Your release washes over you, slow like waves as Johnny lets you ride it out, helping you while he chases his own release. His cock feeling impossibly thick— and then he cums, hard with a groan on your shoulder. Your head falls back as he holds your waist on his lap, pressing kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“S’ good f’me lass”

He can feel himself leak out of you, pooling on his hips as he pulls out. He'll worry about the plan b later, surely get you one before he cleans you up and gets you to bed all coddling.

[gyubakeries]

𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘃𝘀. 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 | k.mg [TEASER]

a/n: finally! this collab has been cooking since the start of this year, and after six long months, i'm ready to share the teaser for my fic! that's showbiz, baby! is a collab close to my heart, because i've made some amazing friends through it. i'll forever be grateful for tara and kae for the opportunity to join this collab. without any further ado, here's a short sneak peek into loserboy vs. hatergirl!

shout-out to bennie ( @miniseokminnies ) for this cute banner!! bennie ilysm for making it even better than i envisioned <33 major credits for the title and most of the brainstorming that went into this fic goes to rie ( @okiedokrie-main ) ! without rie, this fic would be non-existent.

and lastly, thank you to all the lovely writers who are a part of this collab for welcoming me into the writer community! i love you all, and i know your fics are gonna be BANGERS!

p.s. don't question why the fic isn't formatted in lowercase please ..... i got too lazy to edit it </3

word count (for the teaser): 352 contents (for the teaser): corporate!au , IT specialist!reader , f!reader , social media intern! mingyu , light swearing , clumsy!mingyu

FULL FIC SET TO RELEASE ON - 30/6/25 @ 7 PM PST

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summary: When Kim Mingyu, the new addition to the Social Media department of Sebong Corp., shows up at your office, requesting you to feature in one of the 'promotional tiktoks' he's been assigned to film, you tell yourself that it'll be your last interaction with the puppy-faced, hyper-energetic intern. A few months, twenty tiktoks, and a diabetes-inducing amount of sugar, you can't quite remember exactly why you had wanted to stay away from him in the first place.

You like your job, you really do. Sure, you hadn’t envisioned yourself working in the IT department of Sebong Corp, one of South Korea's most popular media companies, but you were satisfied, somewhat, with the way you had put your computer science degree to use.

However, there were a few moments that really made you question your job, life, and entire existence.

One of those moments being this:

It’s 9:05 A.M., and you’re not even close to reaching the office. You just got off the subway and you’re booking it down the street to reach work before your department head launched off into another lecture on how ‘today’s youth is late to everything in life.’

Behind all the cafes, shops, and people on the crowded streets of the commercial hub of the city, the tall, glimmering glass building of Sebong Corp. comes into view. An eager tourist might stop to take a few pictures of the sight, but all you can focus on is entering said building in time for your meeting.

You swiftly avoid bumping into most pedestrians taking a lazy stroll down the street, and only when the doors of the building are in front of you, you let your guard down and reduce your sprint to a brisk walk.

Big mistake.

After you swipe your ID card at the main entrance, thereby triggering the large glass doors to open, you stop in the office lobby to catch your breath. You’re just about to wave at Sunjae, the new receptionist, when all of a sudden, you hear someone curse loudly behind you, get abruptly pushed forward, and feel a strange wetness on your back. It smells a lot like coffee.

You’re not one for cursing in the workplace. Xu Minghao from HR is slightly terrifying when you see him deal with interns who forget to lower their voice while speaking in language inappropriate for work, and you like to remain in his good books. Now, however, you feel every drop of that restraint leave you as you shout loudly, for even Minghao’s ancestors to hear, “What the fuck?”

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