#I almost cried when she told me it went so well cause I was so relieved she saw an actual doctor after years

[jewshboy]

today has been such a good day

[fastandcarlos]

Streamer Baby : ̗̀➛ George Russell

summary: your baby is the ultimate daddy’s girl, but when george goes off to stream she doesn’t want to find herself away from him for too long

The squeals that came from downstairs immediately brought a smile to your face as you headed down to find George and your daugther running around the living room. It was typical for the two of them, charging around and causing chaos with wide smiles on their faces. Despite your constant pleas to calm things down as your daughter’s bedtime neared, George couldn’t ignore her whines to play with her and keep her entertained. They were so lost with one another that for a moment they didn’t even notice that you had walked into the room, that was until your daughter, Willow, went crashing into your leg, hitting the ground with a bit of a bump. 

“Sorry love,” George smiled, walking over and picking Willow up from the ground in order to check her over. 

“It’s going to take forever to get her down if she’s this giddy,” you reminded him, perching on the side of the sofa. 

“Mummy, daddy kept tickling me,” your daughter complained, poking her finger into George’s cheek several times, making sure that you knew George was responsible. 

“That’s because a certain someone kept climbing on me and trying to pull out my hair,” George defended, raising a questionable glance back at Willow. 

“You’re both impossible,” you chuckled, knowing you had your hands full with the pair. 

“But you love us,” George reminded you, standing himself up from the floor and placing Willow into your lap, making sure you had her before letting go. 

“Hm, sometimes I guess you’re alright,” you teased, allowing George to press a kiss against the top of your head, and then one to the top of Willow’s. “How long do you reckon you’ll be?” You quizzed, knowing where George was heading as soon as he went to walk towards the door to your living room. 

“I think Charles picked out a couple of games for us to play, we shouldn’t take long, with how rubbish we’ve all been at games recently I imagine we’ll all crash out pretty quickly.” George assured you, “but if you need me, come and get me and I’ll leave the stream.” As George went away, Willow stretched her hands out for George to come back. He poked her tongue out at her, watching as her smile grew and several giggles escaped, helped by the feeling of your hands attacking her sides. 

Before Willow could cry out for him again, George left the room knowing she was still giggling and not paying attention. You moved down onto the floor to sit with her, picking up a couple of the toys that George had been entertaining her with whilst you finished your work in your office. For a while it seemed to work, but soon enough you noticed her eyes darting around the room as if she was looking for something, or someone. 

“Daddy,” she muttered as soon as she met your eyes, confused as to where George had suddenly disappeared to. 

“He’s playing with some of your uncles,” you told her, offering her as wide of a smile as you could make. 

“Not with me?” 

“He’ll play with you when he’s finished,” you assured her, scooping her up and sitting her into your lap, “why don’t you pick out a toy to play with for when daddy’s finished doing his work sweetheart?” 

“I want to play daddy’s game,” Willow cried out, watching as your eyes went wide at her sudden request. 

“You can’t play the games that daddy us, some of them are for adults like mummy and daddy,” you tried your best to explain to her. “I’m sure that daddy would love to play with one of your toys down here though.” 

“Now?” She pushed, her impatience beginning to kick in. 

“In a bit,” you sighed, almost feeling guilty that you weren’t able to keep her as happy as George seemed to. You were well aware you had a proper daddy’s girl on your hands, she doted on absolutely everything that George did, and when things didn’t go right, George was always the first person that Willow ran to whenever she felt tears threatening to spill. 

Upstairs in the office that you had vacated only a few minutes earlier, George was lost in the game that he and a few of the other boys were playing. Every so often he slipped his headphones off to listen out and make sure that things were alright with you. As he went to check again, George was left confused by a banging sound that came from the other side of the door. 

George stopped for a moment before excusing himself, walking over to the door. As he opened it up, two bright brown eyes stared back up at him. “Sweetheart,” George giggled as Willow innocently smiled. 

“Daddy, I found you,” she proudly giggled, stretching her arms up to let George know exactly what she wanted him to do. 

“I wasn’t lost,” he chuckled, kneeling down and scooping his little girl up into his arms. She rested against George’s chest as soon as he had her, cuddling into him nice and tight. George could only sigh, walking back into the room and sitting on his gaming chair with Willow against him. He didn’t have the heart to put her down, and certainly didn’t have the heart to tell her to give him some space. As much as Willow was a daddy’s girl, George was equally as obsessed with her. Although George set boundaries and tried his best to be a firm parent, he found it incredibly hard saying no to her, especially when she looked at him with her sweet smile. 

George didn’t need to say anything, as soon as Willow appeared on the screen the comments on his stream began to increase. Everyone was thrilled to see her, George’s fans especially were in love with any interaction they saw between the two of them, particularly whenever George had Willow in the paddock with him with all of the cameras around. 

“Lots of your uncles are here,” George grinned, placing the mic of his headphones in front of her. 

“Hi,” she waved, shouting into the mic, unaware that she had just deafened all of the boys in the process. 

“Sorry about that,” George laughed as he placed his headphones back on again, “this one’s a little sleepy so she’s going to stay here for a bit.” 

“Such a whipped dad,” Lando couldn’t help but tease as he watched the duo on his screen, “I don’t know how your wife puts up with you.” 

“Excuse me,” George sighed, shooting a glare down his camera. “I’ll have you know being a dad is the best thing in the world, you just wait, when you’ve got a baby doting on you one day you’ll understand,” he added, unaware of the many fans swooning as they watched the screen and saw George fiercely defend his family. 

“You’re the best dad,” Alex interrupted, chuckling as Willow shuffled to get even closer to George. “You two have the sort of relationship I want to have with my daughter when I get older.” 

“Still annoyingly cute,” Carlos interjected, “the rest of us have some catching up to do.” 

“We used to always say we’d have a grid of our own children when we retired, and at the moment that’s a grid of one,” George reminded them all, disturbed by the door opening out of the corner of his eye. You let go of a sigh as you opened it up to see Willow snuggled into George’s side, watching as he smiled across at you, assuring you that he didn’t mind that she had interrupted his stream. 

“Hi love,” George whispered once he had muted his mic. 

“I thought I’d lost her,” you sighed, leaning against the doorframe and taking in the sight of the two of you before you. 

“I think someone might have been missing their daddy,” George explained, pressing a kiss against the top of Willow’s head. “Sorry, I should’ve told you that I had her here.” 

“Don’t worry, just as long as you don’t mind having her there,” you smiled back at George. 

“I don’t mind.” 

“Tell her that we don’t mind too,” Lando called out through the headphones having overheard your conversation. 

“The boys say she has to stay,” George smiled, knowing that you couldn’t say no to those guys either. “Once she’s asleep I’ll let her rest and tuck her in when we’re finished here if that’s alright for you.” 

As you noticed your little girl resting against George, you didn’t have it in you to disturb her. You’d fallen asleep enough times on George to know just how comfortable it was and so you couldn’t deprive your little girl of that comfort too. 

“I’ll leave you guys to it if you’re happy,” you softly spoke. 

“We’re all good, you go and get some rest.” 

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[chuluoyi]

only if you are up for a challenge. Naoya Zenin x f!reader in which he got her pregnant, then she left out of fear and he found her again and won't let her go :)))

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

you loved him... but you have had enough of the shit you've experienced—his arrogance, horrible family and another woman—and decided to leave him for the sake of yourself and your child

genre/warnings: angst to comfort, implied cheating, most likely ooc, honestly i almost made it a vs naoya fic with no consolation, happy ending aka naoya is decent

note: this ask... has been collecting dust in my askbox for about SIX MONTHS HAHAH, so sorry anon. i'll just leave it here and let it burn however just bc i don’t want to delete what i’ve written :’)

general masterlist

"How... how could you?"

Once, you thought, you were in love with Zen'in Naoya.

Well, you couldn't deny that he had personality flaws, but deep down, at one point in your life, you still believed that he too loved you.

You stared at him through tears brimming in your eyes, and he was just there, looking at the little being in your arms with a mix of shock and... something else you couldn't name. Dismay? Disappointment? Black rage?

"Go away, Naoya," you declared through your gritted teeth, pulling the baby in your arms even closer to you, as though fearing he might do something drastic. No way in hell would you let him after what he made you go through.

His eyes twitched as he tried to hold himself back from losing it. He took a few deep breathes in order to stay composed.

“Y/N, answer me,” he growled, still with the same condescending tone you remembered nine months ago, when you resolutely decided to leave him. “Is that baby mine?”

This was absolute madness. You had driven him insane. Naoya was certain he would go feral on you after you boldly left him without a trace, and when he found you, you were cradling this baby in your arms—which he was absolutely sure, enough to bet on his life, that the little thing was also his.

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

You had imagined all sort of scenarios in which this very event would occur. This was one of them actually.

“No,” you firmly replied, gaze hardening. “Not yours. So kindly let yourself out of my house, Naoya.”

“Absolute bullshit!” he shouted and you flinched. His sudden rise of voice also woke the poor baby in your arms.

His heart hammered inside his chest. There were many things that made a mess of his head. You running away from him. The nights of madness he went through, wondering where you were and if you were alright. And now, the fact you had his baby without him ever knowing.

“Where were you? Why did you leave— you were having my—”

Fuck, he didn’t even know if he had a son or daughter.

You tried to console your child, now tears also streaming down your cheeks too. But it was more of frustration and anger rather than fear. “Can you blame me? Zen’in Naoya, you have made my life hell!”

“Hell?” It felt like an total insult to his pride. “How—!”

“You!” you screamed at his face. “I’ve had enough of your shit! And not to mention your father—that horrible drunkard who always looks down on me and treats me as if I were some gold digger! And also the whole of your goddamn, entitled clan—they always harass me right in front of my face!”

All of this stunned him on this place. Truth to be told, he knew a little to nothing at all about what his kin had done to you.

“I don’t need your family’s wealth! I can live on my own just fine even with your bastard!” Your tirade still hadn’t ended, but you had to put your baby on her cot first and dismiss her ever growing cries because you were tired of all of this. This life. This absolute nightmare that was caused by one fatal mistake of falling in love with Zen’in Naoya.

“But what the fuck? You’re asking why I left? How dare you ask me that after what you did!”

“What did I even do?!” His denial made a blood vessel about to burst inside your brain. “You never fucking told me what my father did! If only you did, I would have—”

“Look, you don’t even acknowledge it!” You were so tired of this. You wished you could die and just end all of this mental suffering. Why did this have to happen to you out of a billion people out there?

And yet, still, ultimately, you were happy with him. Those memories of the two of you together, just idyllically spending time together, or sometimes even playfully clashing opinions— to you, they were irreplaceable.

So, that's why...

Your heart shattered at the screeching cries of your baby. But you had to slam this in Naoya’s face.

“That was the last straw—seeing you with that fucking woman, you insufferable, demented, cheating bastard!”

That string of profanities you screamed at his face made Naoya finally lost it, as he gripped you tightly and his eyes flared with pure white-hot anger. “Say that again—say that again, you—!”

A toe-curling scream ripped out of your baby and you wrenched yourself out of his grasp through sheer will. Naoya was left reeling as he watched your horrified expression, as you plucked the baby into your arms again.

“Shh, shh,” you shushed your child amidst your own quivering lips. “Mama is here… Don’t cry…”

Right at that moment, it was as if something had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole. He really had a living baby. That baby was crying because of him.

The sting of the anger was still there, but now guilt started to overpower it as he regained his cool somewhat. “Is that a—” his breath hitched. He had to know. At the very, very least he had to know.

You didn’t immediately answer. You were still absolutely heartbroken by how it all turned out. But above all else, you could no longer deny him of his own child.

“A girl,” you sniffled.

A daughter. A daughter— in the one split second after knowing that, Naoya made the quickest decision of his life.

“Come back. Live with me,” he said, resolute. “You’re the mother of my child—I won’t let anyone lay their hand on you again. You have my word.”

Women are pain in the ass. That was what he used to think. Until you. Not when it's you. It astounded even himself how the sight of you like this was enough to drive knives into his chest.

“Look, that’s not it,” your tears were now falling free and fast, unable to hold it back longer. “How can you ask me that—when you went behind my back with another woman? Naoya, I love you—loved you. But isn’t this too cruel? How can you do this to me?”

“What woman are you talking about?” He tried to compose himself, but your accusation of him with someone whose existence he didn’t even know was getting in his nerves. “I have never been unfaithful to you! I know we don't always agree to things, but do you really think that low of me?”

“Evidently, I saw you with her. Your father made it a point that she’s your next plaything—or possibly even, fiancée!”

There was a memory that sprung into his head when you mentioned that. He recalled that vain, stupid woman, and he definitely remembered telling his father that he refused her. It wasn’t long before you disappeared.

Now everything clicked.

“Listen to me,” Naoya started, jaw clenching. “Whatever my father told you—those are all lies. I turned her down right there and then. I wouldn’t do that to you. You know that. You should have known that.”

Sobs wrecked your body and soul at this point. You knew where your place was. Zen’in Naoya was a man outside your league, his family made it so clear to you that you were nothing but dirt in their eyes. And perhaps that was why, back then, you chose to protect yourself and left him, believing he was capable of that too.

And now before you, you could see the man you loved once again.

“Come back to me.” His gaze burned you. “This time, for sure, I won’t let anyone touch you— I won’t let them even say a word about you! I will marry you, and we will raise our daughter together.”

“I… I don’t want to live there, Naoya…” you sobbed. You hated that place. Like hell would you have your pride stomped and deceived again.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. We won’t live there. You won’t have to see any of their faces again.”

Gazing into your face, marked by trails of tears, he finally, finally felt his heart break. And he thought, that in front of him now was the only woman who could upturn his whole trajectory.

“Just… come back. To me. I will take care of you. I swear it.”

[norrizzandpia]

It’s Your Birthday. Of Course, I’m Here. (LN4)

Summary: It’s Lando’s birthday and Y/n can’t make it. Or so he thinks.

Warnings: language, Lando missing her gravely

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND? I’m so in love with this man this is a national holiday.

“Are you boarding the plane?” Oscar asked Y/n from his side of the phone, his body turned away in the corner of hospitality.

Y/n, the girl murmuring a thank you to the flight attendant scanning her ticket, nodded with a smile, “Yes, I am. How is he? Does he know I’m coming?”

Oscar giggled, “Oh, no way. He’s been moping around all week because he thinks you won’t be here for his birthday. He doesn’t even want to go out on the night of his birthday! We’re in Vegas!”

Y/n laughed along with him, her heart slightly breaking for her boyfriend and his pity party, “Oh, no! Poor Lando. Well, hopefully, he’ll want to go out when he sees me.”

A mechanic tapping Oscar’s shoulder caused him to retreat from the conversation, “Yeah, exactly. Listen, I have to go, but text me when you land.”

Noises of agreement sounded from her as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. Oscar, standing awkwardly in front of his coworker, tried to seem nonchalant.

Jake smiled at him, “They need you in the garage.”

When he was about to walk past him, Jake grabbed Oscar’s arm, “Were you just talking to Y/n?”

Oscar’s heart dropped, plummeting to his feet when the surprise they had been planning for weeks was jeopardized. He shook his head immediately, “No. Not at all.”

Jake nodded slowly, “So, she’s not coming down here to surprise Lando for his birthday after telling him she couldn’t make it to that or the Vegas Grand Prix?”

Oscar sent him a confused look, “No.”

Yes.

—

Stepping off the plane, Y/n felt her palms become slick with the sweat of her nerves. This part of the plan was the hardest, getting to where Lando was without being recognized. With her hood pulled up, sunglasses on, and a mask resting tightly over the bottom half of her face, she weaved her way through crowds of people. Some were wearing Formula 1 merchandise, a few papaya fans sticking out, which brought a small smile to her face in memory of the man she was on her way to see.

Flashes of his sad smile plagued her brain from when she had told him she wouldn’t be able to tag along with him to the Vegas GP like she usually did, missing his birthday in the midst. He had assured her it was okay after she explained that she had an important test for university she couldn’t miss, however Y/n could see it in the way his eyes glazed over that he was trying to hold back begging her to skip it. He was trying to be a good boyfriend, that much she could tell and that much she was grateful for, but after seeing how disappointed he became, his laugh not holding its usual luster, she went to the professor to beg herself. She had explained to him the situation, even “jokingly” offering him free F1 paddock tickets in exchange for letting her take the test at a later date. By some miracle, or more genuinely by her professor’s kindheartedness, he told her that, because her grade was so strong, he would allow her to take it the week after she came back from her weekend in Nevada. He had laughed, praised her devotion toward her boyfriend, and told her that he was a fan of Lando himself, rooting for his coming win every race. The man had been so accommodating, Y/n had almost cried in front of him in his office, but she settled for crying in the privacy of the bathroom down the hall.

After that, she called Oscar, the boy letting out a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to handle Lando without his girlfriend and agreeing to help her surprise him.

Then, like a sequence of events, things fell into place. The McLaren marketing team caught wind of their plan and forced them to allow them to videotape the entire event, mentioning how fans would obsess over new Y/n and Lando content.

So, she found herself sliding into the backseat of a private driver for McLaren workings, with their camera man, John, sitting beside her.

She had met him before, multiple times considering how much time he spent with Lando, so the atmosphere was already comfortable.

John turned on the camera, the red light flickering as he asked, “So, how are you feeling?”

She smiled, “Good, excited to see him.”

John chuckled, “And who is ‘him’? Explain to the fans what we are doing.”

Y/n nodded, picking at the fraying edges of Lando’s hoodie she was wearing, “I am surprising Lando for his birthday! I just got off the plane from Monaco, landed here in Las Vegas, and, now, we are on our way to drop my stuff off at the hotel and then get ready to go see him! Originally, I wasn’t supposed to come, obviously, because I had a test I needed to take for my class, but my teacher, being the sweetest person to grace this Earth, allowed me an extension.”

John hummed, “And how do you think he will react?”

She let her head fall back on the seat behind her, smiling to herself at her predictions, “I think he’ll probably freak out. He’s always one for drama, don’t think that will change this time around.”

The camera shook lightly with John’s laughter, the two giggling over the driver. They shook their heads and rambled on about past instances where he’d blown minor things out of proportion. Promptly, Y/n compared herself and the surprise in store as something minor, but John was quick to disagree.

“You are so far from minor to that boy.”

—

The Hiltons that McLaren always put their workers up at always amazed Y/n. Being a broke college student who had barely scraped enough money together to study abroad in Monaco, her jaw was always on the floor when she walked through the doors and was met with the crystal chandelier, the granite floors, and grand vases of beautiful, colorful tulips and roses. Nonetheless, she had gotten slightly used to it after being with Lando for two years. She would always remember the first time he brought her along to a race, her staying in his room with the gigantic balcony accompanied by a jacuzzi and pool. He had told her it wouldn’t be anything special, but was proved wrong when they were given keys to the penthouse. She had gawked and gasped, all things Lando laughed at, while wandering through the rooms.

That weekend was ingrained into her mind as the introduction to Lando’s world.

John, camera by his side, conversed with the concierge as he checked her into Lando’s room. They had to be incredibly sly. They knew once Y/n surprised him, Lando wouldn’t settle for anything but her sleeping in his room. So, they wanted to solve that problem earlier, having Y/n drop her bags off in his room before everything unraveled.

They just needed to make sure he wasn’t there.

They just needed to make sure they didn’t disturb anything in the room, hiding her bags in the closet and hoping for the best.

When the receptionist validated Y/n’s identity, she gave them a key to his room. It was silent in the elevator as they climbed the floors, only having it being cut when her phone buzzed.

She reached down and turned it over, seeing a text from Oscar.

Oscar

DONT COME UP YET! WE HAVENT LEFT HIS ROOM

“Shit!” She yelped, typing furiously over the keyboard in response.

John turned the camera on, not wanting a moment to go to waste, “What’s going on?”

She turned her head, looking at him in a panic, “They’re still in his room!”

Their faces dropped, hearts pounding, as the elevator doors dinged and began opening. Lando’s voice filtered through the doors, along with Oscar’s. The two men were bickering.

“Lando, you’re taking so fucking long! Move your ass!” Oscar said, annoyed and very clearly agitated.

Lando groaned, “I don’t want to go out! Leave me alone!”

John’s mouth was on the floor at the footage he was getting as Y/n and him slid into the penthouse, trying desperately to find a hiding place.

She picked up her suitcase, however heavy, and walked carefully down a separate hallway that seemed to lead to a closet.

The two were close to getting there, out of sight, when Lando’s footsteps sounded close to them, rapidly approaching their location.

“Did the elevator just open?! I heard it!”

Y/n held her breath as she and John ran like hell into the first room they could find, it being a guest bedroom. She locked the door, listening intently to whatever was unfolding on the other side.

Oscar seemed to be feet away from her, “No, mate, it fucking didn’t. Now, can we leave? We have your birthday dinner to go to!”

Lando scoffed, “Fine, but if there is an intruder in my room and they end up stealing all my stuff, you’re paying for it.”

Knowing it was Y/n and the cameraman, Oscar nodded along, “Sure, mate.”

The elevator dinged once more with the two of them ready for departure, Lando giving, “And, for the record, I don’t even know why we’re going to a dinner for my birthday. I told you my birthday won’t be the same without Y/n. I told you I didn’t want to celebrate it if she wasn’t here.”

Y/n could see Lando’s pouty demeanor in her head along with Oscar’s dismissive face as he retorted, “Uh huh.”

—-

Thankfully, the rest of it all had gone smoothly. Dropping her things off after they left, getting ready, and getting to the restaurant all went according to plan.

In the last moments in the car before Lando was made aware of the things going on behind his back, John brought out the camera, “How you doing?”

Y/n nodded slowly, “Kind of nervous?” She giggled, shaking her head, “I don’t know. I just hope he didn’t catch on or anything.”

John blew a raspberry, “No way he did. I mean, that hotel thing was a super close call, but he didn’t know. I’m sure he doesn’t know.”

His words reassured her and, as they turned the corner with the destination seconds away, she said one last thing to the camera, “Lando, if you ever end up watching this, I don’t know if you watch these, I just want you to know I love you so much and I’m so proud of you and I hope you know I will stop at nothing to spend your birthday with you. You’re a fool for thinking I wouldn’t be here. I know I can say all of these things when I see you because I’m about to, but I think this just has a different impact. Plus it lets everybody know you’re mine. By the way, next time, take a shorter amount of time to get ready please. Jesus Christ, you gave me a heart attack earlier today when I had to run around your hotel room and find a hiding place because you wouldn’t leave.”

At that, the valet opened her door and she stepped out. John kept the footage going, knowing they would arrive at the grand finale any moment, and followed her into the establishment.

She walked up to the hostesses, the two women smiling back at her, “Hi, I’m here for the Norris reservation. I’m a bit late, I know, but I’m surprising the birthday boy.”

The workers’ faces lit up in realization, “Oh, you’re the girlfriend? His friend, the Australian, sorry I forgot his name, told us you would be coming. Right this way, miss.”

The brunette turned around and began walking toward the back, toward a private room. She made light conversation along the way, mentioning that Lando had spent the majority of their waiting for the table rambling about how much he wanted to call Y/n.

She was blushing by the time they stopped outside of the door that led to where the party was, thanking the woman for directing them and moving to face John.

“Ready?” She asked, looking at the camera to make sure that red light was blinking.

He nodded, “Always.”

She took a deep breath and opened the door lightly. Lando’s back was to her, Max, Oscar, and his parents facing her. She could tell they were trying to hold in their excitement as Lando retold a story about her and him getting ice cream one night at 3 AM. Their smiles were just barely being withheld from their faces as she waved to them softly and John stationed himself at an angle where the camera could see Lando’s reaction when he turned around.

He continued on, blissfully unaware of the girl behind him, “And then she said this really funny joke! Oh, crap, I can’t remember what it was. It was some cheesy dad joke about ice cream and I remember laughing so hard I almost peed my pants. Shit, what was it?”

A silence mulled over as he tried to remember, Y/n noticing her perfect cue, “I said, ‘why are popsicles so snobby?’ And you said you didn’t know, so I said, “they have a stick up their butt’. I’m pretty sure you did pee your pants laughing.”

She saw the way Lando’s hands tightened around the glass of water he was holding. He froze, “Am I going insane or is Y/n standing behind me?”

Cisca, the woman smiling from ear to ear, “She’s behind you, love.”

The glass came clattering down as he shot up from his chair and turned around wide-eyed.

“Y/N!” He screamed, running over to her and forcefully crashing into her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

She laughed loudly as he kissed her neck aggressively, a thousand times over again. She let her arms intertwine around his neck and her hands tangle in his hair, whispering, “Happy birthday, baby. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I love you so much. You deserve all this and more.”

He pulled away, eyes glossy as he stared down at her and held her to him, “I missed you so much.”

She smiled back, “It’s only been a week, Lan.”

He scoffed, “Yeah, and that’s way too fucking long.”

She nodded as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, his friends whooping behind him teasingly.

He pecked her lips innocently, saving what he really wanted to do for the later part of the night, and led her to the table.

John and Y/n took their rightful seats, teeth on display at the success of their plan. John, being the perfect cameraman, continued to catch moments shared between the couple throughout the rest of the night. Lando’s hand interlocked with hers on the table, his kiss to her over the gift she got him, the way his hands securely held her hips on the side of the road while they waited for their car, the way he hugged her and whispered in her ear how happy he was to have her there with him, and everything in between.

Sweet, gentle instances that showed everyone just how in love the two were. Lando’s soft eyes resting on hers when she came into view was something that every fan couldn’t let go of the week later when it was posted. Everyone fawned over the two like they were destined to be together, fated in the stars.

Because they were and they always would be.

[missmarveledsblog]

A kind of sex education ( platonic cas x winchesters x reader)

summary : when castiel curious nature after watching adult movies leads to a strange string of questions and learning of their sex lives . 

warnings well there is really none just awkward sex talk . this is more a drabble   

What was supposed to be a normal ass day of research ended up more strange then any hunt well it definitely up there . She wanted to prove dean wrong but walked in on castiel doing his own research . eyes locked on the screen , while head tilted in confusion and a woman's moans filled the room making the two freeze to their spot. 

" is he watching..." her voice trailed off .

" porn yeah , we've got an angel watching porn " dean shook his  head .

" erm cas buddy that stuff is not for the communional area's more privacy of your own room " she winced as the sound of skin slapping got louder.

" if the pizza man truly loves the babysitter why does he keep  slapping her rear ?"  he turned to the red faced  hunters standing before him .  " perhap she has done something wrong" he added. 

" cas turn it off please" she asked quicker and louder ,making cas stand and her to gasp . " oh my ,dean does he have " she turned to the man .

" A boner yep " he snorted .

" Cas why are you watching this " she asked sitting across from him noticing his eyes trail to her chest.

" You can't watch porn in a room filled with dude's and Y/N " the older winchester chuckled wondering would sam believe him .

" I was bored and bobby told me to borrow a video out of his room" he looked even more confused what was wrong .

" Well good to know i can never look bobby in the eyes again " she felt her cheeks heating up giving the situation.

" Is sex like this in real life " he asked making her wishing she went on the supply run .

" no never , i mean the girls finish for one  and those moanS so fake " she snorted making dean shoot her alook .

" A Man never made you finish " he asked curiously.

" Cas you can't ask a chick that ... but yeah what "he said  turning to Y/N for some help .

" No they have not anyway's  cas sex is nothing like these movies their just fantasized version  that people mainly watch to well get off " she explained awkwardly again wanting to leave the room as soon as she could. 

" Alone so don't whip it out " dean added seeing the angel looking down at his crotch .

" Do you watch it " cas asked looking straight at her.

"  i mean yeah i do sometimes " she smiled weakly seeing deans face light up .

" That's hot sweet girl " he winked .

" that made it move " Cas looked down at his crotch .

" Oh kill me now " she cried as dean doubled over laughing .

" Do you like your rear slapped " Cas asked still filled with questions.

" ok ok why is this aimed at me " she stood.

" I mean trench coat baby has valid questions so sweetheart does spanking get you going " dean teased finding the whole thing amazing . 

" wouldn't you like to know " she winked before leaving the room before the angel curiosity killed her . 

" Hey i wanted to know " dean yelled just as sam walked in almost dropping the bag of groceries  when he had seen what was on the screen .

" Why are you and cas watching porn " he arched his brows .

" Cause he found it in bobbies room  and was curious and just to clarify he was watching it not me " dean snorted.

" Does Y/N like her rear smacked she wasn't clear on her answer " castiel asked standing and to full attention still .

" Ithink i'm going to go back to the store , maybe never come back " sam walked back out the door.

"damn it cas go fix that or have a cold shower" dean huffed leaving the angel standing confused to what was going on  and why everyone was so uncomfortable .

...........

To say dinner time in the bunker was filled with tension was an understatement . all eyes on their plates to bobby's confusion , hell Y/N hasn't looked at him once .

" Ok what the hell happened here  did you walk in on those too having sex or something " he gestured to dean and Y/N .

" No Y/N has never finished in sex " cas said easily .

" someone seriously just shoot me " she groaned.

" i'd let you finish princess " dean winked.

" Erm cas may have gotten his hands on a special movie from your room and it lead to some interesting question mainly aimed at our female hunter " sam explain.

" Pizza boy and babysitter really man " dean asked as bobby's eyes found his plate really interesting all of a sudden.

" I'm going to eat in my room and never talk to you guys again except sam " she ran out the room with her plate.

" Hey want me to join you for dessert" dean called .

"  Fuck off " she yelled back .

" Thank god we don't have a HR department " sam muttered. 

" She never gonna talk to any of us again " bobby face was beet red knowing his niece now knew what he had in his room .

" Who even has porn  dvds anymore " .

" I fixed my boner earlier alone like you said " cas said as the other  dropped their forks . 

" I'm joining Y/N , you guys deal with this " sam ran down the hall . 

" is he going to smack her rear ?  ".

" Ok no more porn questions ever watch it in your room in private and never tell us again and stop asking y/n sex questions before she  leaves us altogether" dean deadpanned.

" We're definitely going to hell for getting an angel hooked on porn " bobby mumbled. 

part two

[kangmoon27]

STILL MINE | Jungkook

Pt2

Pairing: Ex Jungkook x Married Y/N

Summary: He knew you're still he's, even after your break up, even after your marriage. You're still his. But he wanted you to pay for what you did so he came after your daughter.

Part 1

He's lost in his through. Your words were inside his head. How could it be possible that he had a daughter with you when you both didn't even see each other for the passed 20 years. Running his fingers through his hair and gripping hard.

"F'ck" cursing as he hit his head on the steering wheel of his car making it beep several times. He look at her from afar as he can see her almost at the gate of her school. He started driving towards her and stoped Infront of her.

"Get it." He coldly said but she smiles and immediately went inside his car, she move forward leaning for a kiss but he move his face avoiding her, he begin to drive again while the girl beside her keep her mouth shut.

"Who the heck is your father huh?" He keeps on shouting to her face while she's already crying, afraid of his sudden behavior.

"I-It Kang Myung I already told you why are you acting like this." She keeps repeating herself but it's no use, it's not making him believe her works.

Your words keep repeating inside his head how it keeps on repeating you telling him that this girl Infront of him right now is his child. All he wanted is to make you pay for leaving him and marrying someone but it seems like it backfire him.

"Liar, he's not your father. He doesn't even care about your mother, he's f'cking other woman, he doesn't care about your mother! He doesn't care about you! I'm the only one who cares about her only me!!" He's shouting right on her face making her cover her ears terrified. This scene right now is traumatizing for just youn teenage like her.

"Please stop" she whispers, Jungkook on the other hand punches the wall. "tell me how old are you?" he asked.

He didn't receive any response except from cries from the poor girl. He got pissed of and punches the wall right beside her shutting her eyes from fear of getting hit "sixteen!!, I'm sixteen, please I'm sixteen." She keeps on repeating making him stumble from his feet.

"You're crazy." He said while looking at her unbelievably.

She lied to him. He felt like a food how come he didn't notice it. He couldn't figure out what's going to happen next. He felt betrayed for the second time. First you betrayed left him and now your daughter played him dirty.

"You f'cking lied about your age?! F'ck you wanted me to end up in jail do you?! You told me you're already in legal age!!" He couldn't help but to scream Infront of his face even more making the teenage terrified.

"Listen Jungkook I just did that cause I've always like you!!" She stated making him feel disgust. All he wants is to make you taste your own medicine when you left him from his friends so he wanted to make you feel the way he felt. He screwed your daughter but only if he knew she's totally not in legal age he won't have done so.

"F'ck You're sixteen!! Can you hear yourself?!" He grabbed both of her shoulder making the girl screams after feeling his nails dig into her skin as well as his tight grips.

He smirk, she became more terrified. She stares at his eyes hoping to see sign of forgiveness but his eye were dark while his smirk place on his lips playing tricks on her little confused mind not knowing what's going on in his mind.

"So you're not my daughter huh?" The man said making Gwen more confused.

"Your mother is a b'tch" he said laughing.

It's already midnight and you're still waiting for your daughter to arrive. Soon you heard car approaching. It stops I front of your house. You stood up immediately after recognizing who owns the car.

As soon as she opened the door, her eyes were red while her clothes were torn apart, You were at range, you knocked on his car window wanting him to get out and he did.

His lingering smirk on his lips made you boil through blood. "What did you do to my daughter huh?" You said as you pulled him by his collar.

"Gosh now she suddenly become your daughter?, didn't you said she's also mine?" Jungkook return the glance you're giving him.

"What is he talking about?" Your daughter interrupt as she stood up in between your and Jungkook making you let go of him.

"Go inside Gwen, your father is looking for you." You said while your eyes were on jungkook. He chuckles and caresses your cheek.

"Damn he still keeps you after you tried running away from him with me? I mean he always screw other woman though so I guess it's a tie." You pushed his hand away from you.

"You're going to leave me and father?! What kind of mother you are leaving your daughter alone and chose your affair!!" The teenage screams at you and walked inside shuting the door.

Jungkook enjoys seeing how ruined your family is, he loves the way your eyes were on the edge of tearing up. He wrapped his arms around your waist as he whispers through your ears. "Come on babe, I can make you feel better. All you have to do is to lay on my bed and let me do the job." He whispers.

"You're disgusting" He laughed at your words.

"Your daughter is disgusting, she lied about her age to get wrecked by me, damn it on gens huh." You look at him in horror. Your daughter wouldn't do that would she? With that you eventually started asking yourself if you even knew your daughter. Maybe you don't cause you don't really pay attention to her cause all you care about is having to work your ass and make a living for her and your husband.

"Come on Y/n, they're all treating you badly, I can make that better." He said trying to convince you.

"She's not your daughter, I-I just wanted to make you stop seeing her in that way that's why I said that." You said almost like a whisper. His head rested on your shoulder while and sniff on your neck.

"I know babe. That's why I'm here, I'm taking you with me again. You're still Mine remember" You don't know how to react, your mind is clouded. His manipulating words directly striking your through.

"They're not taking good care of you, they can't treat you well Y/n, he's sleeping with other while your daughter wanted to take me away from you. But I'm here choosing you. Y/n she's a little devil that you take care inside your house but soon she will take everything away from you." He smirk seeing you being senseless.

He knew his words were stock inside your head. You couldn't more anymore, you don't know how to react, it's like he's hypnotizing you and he successful did. The way you look at the people inside your house made you feel dirty by what kind of people are they but you're forgetting the fact that you're also like them. You're no far different from your husband who cheats as you also did the same thing.

"Come with me Y/n, I can threat you better." He whispers into you ears again while slowly pushing you inside his car.

He pulled his belt making you start ch'king he started pounding hard on you while his belt wrapped around your n'ck, he smirked while looking at you struggling to br'athe but at the same time enjoying his way of pleasing you.

His other hand keeps moving your hips along with his pace, He keeps on thr'sting his c'ck inside you deeply while pulling his belt, soon he removed the belt and released his c'm on your stomach while you're almost out of breath.

Pulling you by your hair and started k'ssing you aggressively while you're still struggling on breathing after that he blows on your mouth giving you his breath before he stood up from the bed and look at your wrecked figure all tied up in his bead. He left the room with a satisfying smirk on his lips.

He did you dirty.

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Apologies — Lucifer X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of tragic death, mentions of assault, insinuation of a mental breakdown, Angel being a caring and kinky bestie, Fat Nuggets being an absolute sweetheart, Lucifer being a mess, fluff, brief sexual innuendos.

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: You got into an argument with Lucifer and it ended with you walking out.

It had been a stupid argument that caused you to walk out before you could say something you'd regret. It hadn't been stupid to you, but rather Lucifer described it as stupid.

He realized his mistake the moment your eyes widened, filled with tears and you walked out the door without another word. He followed you, but it was too late. You were gone from his sight and you could be anywhere, especially with your long list of contacts and insane ability to hide in the shadows.

You opened up to him about the way you died. Ten years you had been in hell and told nobody how you met your tragic end. Nobody asked. Not until Lucifer, not until today.

The details of your captors drugging, breaking, and killing you slowly to avenge their friend who you accidentally killed, to save you and your best friend from being assaulted, came out.

Kicking. Screaming. Turning your throat raw with emotion, they came out.

You weren't even sure how it had turned into an argument, when your boyfriend of a year was the one who wanted to know.

Before you knew it, you found yourself at the hotel. It was the safest place to go, you thought. Charlie was thankfully out for the day, having mentioned over breakfast that she was taking Vaggie to the only art gallery in the Pride Ring.

The doors slammed behind you as you attempted to reign in your emotions. It didn't matter what you did, hot tears streamed down your face and your hands trembled with every step.

Angel reached you just in time for your legs to give out. He caught you and held you close, having never seen you like that before. His first instinct was to question you on what happened, but he could feel your sobs becoming heavier.

He scooped you up easily and got you upstairs to his room, asking that nobody says a word about you being there. If asked, nobody had seen you since breakfast.

Angel Dust rubbed circles on your back, like you had done for him many times, as he waited for you to calm down and regulate your breathing enough to speak clearly.

For him, it felt odd being the one to give comfort, rather than receiving it from you.

"You wanna tell me what happened, Toots? Coming in like that, you got me all worried."

You turned your head to the side and sniffled, embarrassment creeping in at the fact that your best friend had just seen you have a breakdown. And you had cried into the fluff of his chest so easily, as if you had done it a dozen times.

You stayed silent for another couple moments, not yet trusting yourself to speak without a trembling voice.

He kept rubbing circles on your back, just like you always did when he needed an extra moment or two to compose himself after a particularly rough session at the studio.

"I told him how I died." You said. Your voice was so quiet and defeated that Angel almost missed it. He would've, had he not been waiting to hear your voice.

It didn't take a rocket scientist for him to know that you meant Lucifer. After all, you spent most of your free time with him and the rest of it was helping out at the hotel (mostly keeping an eye on Alastor).

"It didn't go well?" Angel asked. You shook your head and inhaled a shaky breath.

"We ended up arguing — I couldn't even tell you about what, but he said the argument was stupid. . . I guess he was right. The argument was stupid and so am I, for even thinking —"

"Hey, you're not stupid." Angel firmly cut you off. His tone of voice caught you by surprise. "You're one of the smartest sinners I know, and that's saying something because I know some real dumb fucks that would blow your fuckin' mind, Toots."

You went silent again. Angel sighed.

"Listen, you don't have to tell me how you died. I'd never pressure you to, just like you never pressured me to tell you. . . But as your best friend in all of hell, I'm obligated to tell you that you shouldn't hide from your problems."

"That's kinda my thing, though." You sighed.

"I know. But you'll have to talk to him eventually." He untangled his limbs from yours and gently lifted you so that he could lay you on his bed. "I'm gonna grab something from the kitchen for you, alright? Get some rest. You cried for like an hour."

You adjusted yourself until you were in a comfortable position. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'll be back." He scratched Fat Nuggets head before he slipped out of the room.

The plump little pig easily maneuvered the bed, grunting with each step until he landed in front of your face and licked your nose. You couldn't help but smile at the adorable creature.

"Hey, Nuggs. . ." You cooed, allowing the little pig to lay himself against your chest.

You didn't even notice that his warmth lulled you to sleep until a glass of water and a pastry of sorts being set on the bedside table roused you from your light slumber.

"Hey, you." You stretched your stiff muscles as you greeted your friend. How much time had passed? It couldn't have been more than five minutes, right?

Angel didn't hesitate to get straight to the point as he saw you were feeling far better than you had been when you arrived.

"The short king is here. He wants to see you, doesn't believe you're not here."

You groaned and sat up, reaching for the water and pastry. The water chilled your throat and the small fruit pastry calmed the hunger that had apparently been there all afternoon.

"What do I do?" You ask once you've finished.

"Suck his dick or let him eat you out, I don't know, somethin'. You do better with this therapy shit than I do."

You groan once again as you stand from the bed, finally deciding to talk to him. Angel was right. You were better at the therapy shit than he was. He was there for you and tried his best. That was all that mattered.

You purposely took your time getting to the lobby, trying to go over what you wanted to say in your head.

But once you got down there and Lucifer laid eyes on you, he sprung into action, rushing over to pull you into his arms.

"[Y/N]! Honey, baby, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for any of that to happen the way it did! I don't care — I mean, I do," he stuttered nervously. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry and I love you. Please forgive me! I never want to see you look at me like that again, I'm sorry. . ."

The words came out so quickly that you barely had the brain power to understand what he was saying, but it clicked soon and you wrapped your arms around him.

"I forgive you. . . I shouldn't have walked out, so I'm sorry too. . . I love you so much. . ."

Lucifer released his hold on you enough to get a good look at your face. "Never apologize for something you have the right to feel some way about."

You smile softly and cup his cheeks with both hands, pressing a quick kiss square on his lips.

He groaned the moment you pulled away. "Then you do the same, Luci. . . Can we please discuss murder plans over dinner from that place you told me about that just reopened down the street?" You ask sweetly.

"Absolutely we can! Anything you want, honey, it's yours. Anything at all." He promised with a broad smile. He had a feeling that he knew which murders you were planning, especially since he had been planning them the entire time you were telling him your story.

You knew he was already two steps ahead. That was good enough for you.

[lotusmi]

SUCCESS STORY!!🤎🧸

tw//mental problems, abusive family, bullying, suicide attempt, manifest/void obsession

first of all i want to thank lotus because it helped me even when i was thinking about suicide❤️‍🩹

it's been years since I learned loa and I was having problems with the manifest. althought I have known loa for 2-3 years, i constantly reacted to 3D and for such reasons I could not manifest anything for 2-3 years. and when i first learned loa i was obsessed with void. I was hurting myself to enter void. like if you don't enter void today I will kill you. i was crazy because of void. at the same time, I was staying in the family environment that dragged me to death, and I was bullied at school . i was hated by people even though i did nothing. i tried to commit suicide many times, my family wouldn't let me go to the therapist. also, no one said anything to the bullying I saw. thats why I bullied myself for years in the same way. if I told anyone I was being bullied and asked for help, they would say it was probably my problem to my face💀💀 and towards the end of 2022, i seriously couldn't stand it anymore. i was constantly reading blogs [i think there is no blog i haven't read, lmao] and the last time i couldn't stand it, i tried suicide again, but i failed. later i wrote to lotus and she gave me a lot of advice (baby ily😩❤️) and i cried more than i have ever cried that night. the problem is that while people were already ruining me, the real problem was that i was ruining myself too. after that day, in the first week, i had so many problems in my manifest journey. but until 2023, i said to myself, "i don't want to live like this anymore. i deserve the life I want.” i made a promise. and every time I felt like quitting, i remembered my promise to myself. and now i have revised my whole life, i live in dubai🤭. if you're going to ask how i did this, i started to listen to my inner voice, i almost stopped entering tumblr. i stopped affirming and wrote down the things that i was gonna revise one by one, and added them to the notes app on my phone. i made a note at the bottom that I already have these in my life. when “what if I can't manifest the life I want?” if such thoughts came to my mind, i told myself that the creation was already finished. in this process, i focused only on myself and was developing my self concept. before I went to bed at night, i was constantly imagining the life I wanted and I was staying in that state and saying I already had the life I wanted, I didn't affirm anything extra. and even those who made life difficult for me started to apologize to me. (i manifested their karma life lol) anyway I don't want to talk more about those bitches but I want to mention this. please take a break. relax. stay away from things like void, loa for a few days. I noticed that some of you are obsessed with void on this blog. but i must say void is just a method. if i manifested the life i wanted when i was only 12-13 years old, you can do it too. take a break and do what feels good to you. love yourself. loa blogs can help you up to a point. they can't spare all their days for you. start taking responsibility. find manifest methods that work well for you. love yourself. meditate. i’ve talked a lot but I would like to add that, if someone tells you that you are the cause of the circumstances you are experiencing right now, that you created the conditions in which you live, please tell them to shut their fucking mouths. no such thing. i was blaming myself again, thinking what a disgusting monster i am just because this “you create ur reality” thingy. but the truth is that creation is already over. good luck!

MY FAV SUCCESS STORY TO EXIST!!!! 😭

I literally cried when this girl texted me saying she is living her dream life, I was so pround, I am pround 💗

Backstory, she first texted me 12/15/2022

She told me everything about her circumstances, they were really bad ones, and she was 12 at time and this made my heart so broken (she revised her age) since her parents were really toxic and disgusting ( I am not going to say much about her old story).

So I told her all about the toxic home I lived and how I manifested it away too (my success, my failures).

So, time passed and 01/feb I got this text!

I literally cried because I was so happy for herrrr 💗😭😭

"How she did it?"

She focused in her inner Self being the only reality and ignored all circumstances!

"and i would love to you to add those youtubers and blogs" insta: - kriston jackson youtube: - lana blakely tumblr: - @becomingthatgirl111 — other sources abt loa: - joe dispenza, edward art"

I literally cried so much and I am so happy for you my angel, look how you did it! You were 12 and revised your whole life! 💗💗💗

And that are people out there who don't believe that it is possible to manifest things. Look at this girl 💓

You did it amazing love, I am so pround of you. You are deserving of all the best things in the world. I wish you all the fun in life. Thank you sm for sending me this, I feel so appreciated that I had helped you, but who did all of this was YOU! 💗💗💗

✉️You all, everything is possible!

[gay-dorito-dust]

bro a ken x reader where the reader moves to barbieland but she’s got tattoos and he’s got no clue what they are …

The ending to this is absolute arse. Idk what to do.

‘What’s this?’ Ken asked as he gestured to the tattoos you had littered here and there before even more questions followed after. ‘Can they come off? Did someone draw on you like Weird Barbie? If so was it with permanent marker?’ Ken then proceeded to smile, puffing his chest out like a proud bird, ‘I learnt that big word all by myself.’

You chuckled, now realising that ever since you came to BarbieLand there wasn’t a single person in sight who was even remotely as tatted up as you were, and so all of Ken’s random inquiries concerning them made all the more sense. ‘These are called tattoos and no they can’t come off, and I guess you could say that someone ‘drew on me’ but not with a permanent marker pen, but instead a piece of equipment that some might consider a painful process.’ You shrugged. ‘Though that depends on the pain tolerance and the placement of the tattoo.’ The look on Ken’s face was borderline hysterical to you with how wide his eyes became as they trailed over your most recent tattoo as though it’ll jump out and bite him.

‘Did you say painful? Like someone pinching your skin type of painful?’ Ken asked.

‘Hmmm. Think more like being stung a thousand times when in the midst of the outlining of the tattoo, only to then feel like your being scratched repeatedly and all over by a stray cat when they start the shading and or colouring process.’ You told him.

‘So you’re meaning to tell me that you were being hurt!’ Ken cried, retracting his hand away from you as though he was going to cause you more harm, which was something he doesn’t want to have happen. ‘Why would you or anyone ever want to go through that horrible process?!’ He said, voice muffled with his hands clasped over his mouth. You should’ve probably known that Ken would’ve reacted like this but the damage was already done, and yet you couldn’t help but find it sweet when he exemplified concern over your well-being, despite the fact that it was over something as briefly painful as a tattoo.

‘Beauty is pain as they say,’ you began, ‘but I found that once you get your first tattoo, you’ll soon enough want more to add to the collection. Think of it this way, we use tattoos as a way of self expression, some of them can be of something meaningful or something fun and cartoonish and hold no meaning at all other then it looked cool at the time. But I think they quite cool, don’t you Ken?’ The blonde then removed his hands from his mouth, moving himself closer to you as to get a better look at your tattoos in general, just as a smile appeared on his face. ‘They’re so cool.’ He admitted but it was clear he was still a little conflicted about the pain you put yourself through for a tattoo. ‘But they still sound a little frightening.’ He admitted to you with a weak chuckle and you couldn’t do anything but understand and sympathise where he was coming from.

‘Yeah, they can be frightening at first but I promise you Ken, I wasn’t in that much pain for very long, besides I was the one who wanted it done, the tattoo artists were just doing their job.’ You reassured him as you felt his fingers gingerly trace the tattoo, taking in every last detail as he looked at it with a new found perspective. Your tattoos are beautiful to Ken and he’d show appreciation for each and every one by tracing his fingers over it, almost as though he’d ruin the artistry that went into them if he went any harder. He found tattoos fascinating but would probably never get one himself and even if he did, he hoped that this tattoo artist that you talk about could give him a horse portrait, or at least something related to horses at the very least. That would be cool.

[ddoxhan]

that summer

draw me in your world, as you let yourself into mine let me be your safe haven, for I love when you shine

word count : 4.8k words

genre : fluff with a tinge of angst; your typical summer love story but haerin does not feel the same way you do for her?; runner! haerin x literature student! fem!reader; you are an overthinker and sometimes just wish you stop thinking

t/w : none :)

a/n : this is the longest i've ever written for a oneshot and honestly, i didn't want to split it up cause i wanted yall to feel the whole thing at one go. enjoy !

"haerin-ah, wait up!"

"you're just slow! we're gonna be late if we don't hurry!"

you swore you needed to wake up earlier to avoid having to rush to school, especially when haerin waits for you every day to walk together. at this point, the two of you had been running to class for three days in a row now, not walk. to your surprise, the girl has never complained or grumbled about how you would make her almost miss the bell. but then again, she's always been like that. haerin was never someone who wouid let out her anger on you or anyone in general. you've never seen her get angry, concluding that she just doesn't know how to.

the said girl turned her head around while not faltering in her rushed steps, making sure you're keeping up with her speed. but the thing is, she's the school's top runner and you barely pass your required tests for physical education. haerin knows, which was why she opted to drag you along by your hand. the sudden grab left you slightly taken aback. well, slight is an understatement, you were very taken aback. especially when you have the most obvious crush on her.

you've always had a crush on haerin ever since you were 12. it just happened so when she saved you from some bullies, aka silly boys, running away from them as you two rest at the neighbourhood playground after. she sat you on the swing while you cried in both fear and relief. but all the fear washed away when she flashed you a smile that you never forgot till this day. the way her eyes curved up and her snaggletooth showed with that big smile of hers, that's when you fell for her.

as you busied yourself in your own world, you once again arrived at the school gate right before they closed it off, with some students sighing at how they missed it by a split second behind it. a slow realization hit that you've ran to your limit, you tried taking deep breaths but it might have made it worse. sometimes you wished you were more athletic, for these kind of situations, and also to spend more time with haerin if you were in the track and field team.

"hey, try breathing with both your nose and mouth, it can help."

the girl in front of you looks unfazed, as if she just went for a relaxing morning jog. which isn't entirely wrong as you don't live too far from school. you stand up straight again, doing what she told you to. it actually did help but as she glanced at her watch, you understood what it meant.

"go on, don't be late for class because of me."

"it's fine, there's still some time. I'll go with you."

although you were very sure classes starts in 3 minutes, you didn't argue further as it just meant you get to spend more time although it's just minutes. when the two of you were put into different classes, the time spent together reduced drastically plus haerin's training after class on some days. it was just lunch and maybe weekends if she didn't have extra training. but you felt bad for wanting her to spend her only free day with you, so you try to refrain from jumping onto her bed during some weekends.

why is it so hard to just spend some time with her?

lunch came. and that meant you get to see haerin again after the last time before classes started. at this point, you were just too infatuated with her that you were experiencing some sort of separation anxiety that you can't seem to quite explain. there's nothing you can do about it, you were just that in love with her.

but you did not guess for her to walk along to the cafeteria with him. him who? him, woonhak, the heartthrob who happens to be almost as good as haerin in the track and field team. everyone who sees them walking down the corridor would literally stop to look at how good they look together. it's to the point that they gush over the possible relationship they should have.

you were one of the people who'd look too, but you were always left slightly upset and heartbroken whenever you heard such comments. for sure, woonhak didn't do anything other than walk with her because he likes to ask and learn from haerin when it comes to running. there was no one to blame for your feelings except yourself. and at times, you just wished you could just like someone else cause the pain gets unbearable.

"hey froggie! how was class?"

it might sound like you're being selfish, but you wished haerin only ever smiles at you like that. that smile, the very same one you fell for and also the one that makes your heart clench a little. not to mention the nickname, it makes you feel as if she sees you nothing more than just a friend.

"the same. mr park is giving out work, again. I'm not surprised anyways."

"how about you?"

you swore you saw how her eyes sparkled a little when she started telling you about hers. but you don't feel that much good inside after.

"oh! you know woonhak right? him and I got chosen to be interviewed for a promotional video for the school."

"oh, him..."

"sorry, did you say something?"

"ah, yeah I know him."

"yup him, we agreed to meet on sunday to prepare ahead of the interview. I'm sorry if you wanted to come over."

"no don't be, it's fine. I can just work on mr park's project on sunday."

"but still, it feels weird that I won't be around."

"oh come on, it's literally just a few hours! and before you know it, you'll be back and I can come over if you want."

"this is why you're my best friend, I can always count on you."

well, that hurt a lot. you didn't know if it was intentional or just coincidental as she manages to throw your urge to confess out of the window every time it surfaces. all you could hope was that she didn't take notice of your feelings, or else you swear you'd never be able to face her again. the very last thing you need is for this friendship with her to shatter to the ground like glass. but you knew, the moment you fell for her, you were already walking on thin ice.

"what do they have for lunch today?"

"kimchi fried rice, today has your favourite strawberry milk."

picking up yours, you shaked it to tempt her to quickly go get hers and come have her food with you. and so she did.

whenever it came to her favourite food, she always looks like a cute little kitten who's hungry all the time. and when she spots them, she'd rush to get it and sit with you with an adorable smile plastered on her face as she eats or drinks away. you wish you were able to be someone who makes her that happy too, but along with those thoughts were the heavy consequences of your confession.

whatever you two have built throughout these many years will just shatter like glass, into fragile pieces that will not be able to be pieced together again. even if it could be pieced together again, nothing can stay the same.

for now, you'll keep it to yourself. nothing has shifted between you and haerin, so you shouldn't too.

you have no idea what the hell you're doing right now. what kind of situation is this, you don't know.

"you told me we were gonna work on that project. as far as I know, this is not part of the project."

"I know, but just, we'll work on it after. for now, I just need you to accompany me."

"bro, this feels so illegal to be spying on someone."

"I'm just making sure that boy isn't doing anything to haerin."

"you know they're like the most shipped couple in school right? and woonhak's a really nice person."

"you never know."

all dani could do was roll her eyes at how dumb you look, she looks, with this so called disguise that barely covered their identity. she told you the shades were not it when it's practically indoors, and how it literally makes them stand out even more. at times like this, she questions herself why she's friends with you, and why she's willing to be in this with you. overall you were a great person, just not when you get too overprotective of the girl you love.

"if you're just gonna snoop around, you might as well just confess."

the moment you heard the word 'confess', the coffee you were drinking through your mouth came out through your nose. dani didn't know whether to laugh or help you wipe the table cause that was the reenactment of that 'the incredibles' meme of violet. maybe this was why she was friends with you.

"w-what do you mean?"

"you're too obvious to not notice each and every time you zoom out of class to have lunch with haerin. and zoom out again when the bell rings so you can head over to the gym hall to watch her practice."

"bro why didn't you tell me?!"

"tell you what? that you're like an idiot in love but the person you love doesn't seem to feel the same way?"

"I am not an idiot! but I definitely am in love..."

the mood suddenly shifted to somewhat gloomy as those words left your mouth. admitting that you had feelings for haerin to someone else for the first time didn't feel much extravagant than you thought. it wasn't that what you felt wasn't real or overwhelming, they very much were. but the thought of her not reciprocating them, broke you a little on the inside.

you've always imagined being by her side throughout university till the day you'd grow old and get a small house in the countryside. if it were the best friend context, things would have been fine. but you want to be there for her as someone she loves, too. as cheesy as it sounds, just the two of you against the world and no one can stop you.

reality begged to differ when you see how happy she is now as she picks up some clothes from the racks in a store. with woonhak smiling down at her. you couldn't deny that they look good together, way to good that it was believable if haerin told you they started dating after this date. the more you saw the two of them together, the more it was harder to imagine you being the one who would be making her happy.

although you've known her for so long, you weren't one to express your feelings through words. 'actions speak louder than words' was the motto you've lived with all this time. but this love thing takes more than that. being a literature student did not help with that vast range of vocabulary cause there was no point of preparing a confession. it has to come from the heart, and that's what makes it so hard.

"..."

"they left by the way."

your head whipped to the direction of the store they were in, and the last spot you saw them at was indeed empty.

"let's go then! you better saw where they are heading."

not even allowing dani to finish her chocolate drink, you dragged her along to chase after the two. they were definitely fast, very fitting to be in the track and field team. and dani did not sign up for this.

in the end, dani had to drag you out of that mall before you ended up actually stalking those two poor souls. you were definitely not pleased with that decision but you two had a project to attend to, so you placed whatever that's disturbing to the back of your head. although it was sort of futile.

"well, at least we got half of this done, sorta."

"we can meet again tomorrow after school to finish it up if you want."

the australian squinted her eyes at you, as if trying to question your intention. she had the right to after what you pulled off today.

"for real, this time. I kinda want to get this over with and watch haerin practice."

"you better keep your promise."

giving a salute, all dani could do was chuckle at your attempt to lighten the mood with your antics. how can she not love someone like you when all you do was make everyone around you smile?

"hey, do you think it's possible that haerin would have feelings for me? even the slightest bit?"

"I don't see why not. you're a nice kid."

"the definition of nice is different for everyone, and so it is for me."

the older took a seat next to you on the bed, putting down her books on your study desk. when the topic about your feelings for haerin surface each time, you can't help but let your real self seep out a little, the happy-go-lucky facade faltering.

"you know, you don't have to be nice to be liked by anyone."

"but that doesn't mean I can be bad either."

"you know I don't mean it that way. it's just that, whether the person is nice or not, if you like them, you just do."

"that's true..."

it was feeling a little weird to talk about this with someone, but you were glad that it was dani. she was like an older sister figure that you could rely on whenever you needed her.

"you love haerin. and do you love her because she's nice? or because it's her?"

as you registered her words in your brain, you couldn't help but feel hopeful all over again, even after seeing those two at the mall today. maybe, they really are just friends. maybe, haerin does like you a little. maybe, you should confess.

you were so lost in your own thoughts that you couldn't feel the presence next to you, slowly clasping your hands. dani looked at you really endearingly, as if you were the person she cherished the most in the world.

"whatever you do, I'd be here to support, okay?"

giving her a reassuring nod and grin, dani's heart swelled at how your mood was lifted again. all she wants to see was you smile, regardless of who's behind it.

"FROGGIE!"

the shout from across your bedroom door grabbed your attention as your eyes darted towards it. as it swung open, the very person you two were talking about barged through to throw you into a hug. along with dani cause haerin knows her too.

"unnie! what are you doing here? the project?"

"hmm, we were just tidying up cause it's getting late."

the older slipped out from the embrace to finish packing her stuff to leave those two to their own world. maybe one day, she'd be able to find someone she loves too.

"bye unnie!"

"dani, I'll let you know what time tomorrow."

"yup sure, just ping me when you're done."

as dani left when she saw your thumbs up, you're tackled into another hug. you were wondering why she was being extra clingy after that date with woonhak. did woonhak confess to her? was she being shy about it? is she gonna tell you something? you were overthinking a lot of things and it wasn't a good sign cause that just means you're going to start doubting every single action haerin takes.

"I missed you."

you wish you would just disintegrate into dust at this very moment. everything that has happened today had already put your brain and feelings into overdrive. and for her to say this, made your heart feel heavier than ever. you didn't know why, it just didn't feel all that good although you did miss her too. but the words just can't seem to fall from your lips.

all you could do was look away and nod. because if you were to look at her, you think you are going to cry and confuse her even further.

"I should go shower first, it's been a long day."

"then we can cuddle!"

haerin slipped away from the embrace into your bathroom. with her belongings scattered around your room, it makes you feel even dizzier from all these crashing feelings. it's as if you are itching to confess to her or else you'd combust for real. that was why you could only keep your mouth shut, or everything would be over.

for now again, you try your best to act normal in front of her. for your own sake, for her sake, and to keep this friendship the way it has been this whole time.

everything went on like normal. you and dani wrapped up that damn project mr park gave, having lunch with haerin every day, spending your time watching her practice, hanging out every weekend. but as haerin's competition was approaching, she spends more time at the gym hall, even during weekends at times. you can't blame her when she's the top in her team.

this competition was utmost important for her as many big companies scout at this particular one. meaning that if she does well, she may have a chance of signing with one. but that means that she would have to move to the city if that does happen.

you were afraid to lose her. sure, you two would still be friends even if she was miles away. so that's exactly what you're afraid of, staying friends. you knew you had no guts to confess to her anytime soon. if haerin leaves, you will still be here. you can't imagine how it will be without her, because you've spent your entire life with her by your side.

even today, you're in your room as haerin is training more as days are left till the competition. divided between confessing or not, you wrote down all the things you want to get for her on your laptop. the tomato frog that she loves so much, a printed sweater with a cat, a couple bracelet that she had her eye on last month. you remembered everything like you knew the back of your hand. it wasn't intentional, but you just did. not to mention that you had quite bad memory that you took a week to remember your seatmate's name.

you were going to do it. you were going to confess. it took you years to finally make that decision and you want it to be perfect. what did it mean by perfect, you don't know. it was your first time, but you just wanted it to be from the bottom of your heart. regardless of whether haerin would reciprocate the feelings, you came to an agreement with yourself that it was fine if she didn't. she was going to move away when she wins that competition so it would just mean that you two stay friends. friends who are apart from each other.

although it may take time to heal, it was going to be fine. not everything in life can go smoothly, and you were willing to take the risk. it was unfair for both you and her. you couldn't pretend any longer that you saw her as a friend, when the way you treat her is definitely more than one. and she deserves to know what you feel for her, with no secrets kept between the two of you.

D-10.

"WOONHAK! GOOD LUCK!"

"YOU'RE GONNA DO GREAT BRO!"

"HAERIN-AH! SLAY IT!"

"HWAITING!"

screams and shouts from both sides of your ears were definitely gonna leave them ringing for some time. of course you weren't going to miss haerin's big day. you were beyond proud that she made it to the finals after beating her opponents in the semifinals. quarters were a piece of cake since she was a whole second ahead of everyone.

it was no doubt when she held the fastest record for 100m among the schools here. the agents definitely had their eyes on her the entire time, it just depends on who she chooses.

you didn't really like going out for events like these but she was an exception. although you weren't screaming your lungs out for her, you caressed that ring on your finger very dearly. the ring haerin got you when you two got into the same high school, calling it "the lucky ring". whenever there were big happenings, you'd wear it, feeling that she was with you through them. this time, you wore it so she could feel that you were with her.

"ON YOUR MARK."

the determination on haerin's face didn't go unnoticed even if you were nowhere close to the tracks. and when she flashed that smile at you before the whistle went off, you cried softly into your hands.

you love her so much. so much that this was going to be the last time you two were going to be friends. friends who grew up together, playing with puddles at the playground. finding restaurants to visit together. laughing at stupid videos in bed. taking pictures and videos of each other when one is sleeping. all those days were going to be a memory. a sweet memory for you to look back at after this day.

reporters swarmed the winner of the competition, blocking the pathway for the others who could only sigh at their defeat. some were lucky with outstanding performance.

"could you tell us what's your future plans after this?"

"will you be signing with Krux? we saw their agent approach you personally."

"is it possible to know who kim woonhak is to you?"

"i'm sorry everyone but haerin will be heading off first, any questions will be answered by me."

the coach pushed haerin into the locker room before locking everyone outside with him. she let out the breath even she didn't know she was holding.

"so, who is kim woonhak to you?"

the noise was starting to die down outside as the reporters were led to a different room for interview. the silence was growing deafening as those words echoed across the empty room.

"you're my friend."

"damn, I really didn't have a chance, did I?"

"you know that very well. plus, there's a whole line waiting to date you so why waste your time on me?"

haerin couldn't bother, as she had something better to do and someone better to be with.

"sunbae, you do know I don't like you anymore right? not after you turned down my confession the other day."

"I was just making sure. I've seen too many of you playboys in action."

"oh come on, I'm not a playboy!"

woonhak was someone who was very responsive to teases, and haerin takes every chance she gets to tease the hell out of him. if anything, he was like a brother to her and she was like a sister to him. in fact, both of them decided to sign with the same company since they were offered. it was always good to have someone on your side in the sports world.

"I know, I was just messing with you. now get out, coach probably needs you."

"why me when the winner is right here chilling?"

"because you're gonna answer on my behalf."

the scene that was unfolding could easily be misunderstood if walked in at the wrong timing. and someone did just that. but what haerin didn't expect was that you walked in on them, seemingly laughing and smacking each other, like a couple. well, it did look like that to you at least.

you felt like you were interrupting something, so you dashed out of there as quick as you could. your eyes were stinging as the humid wind cut through your tears that were threatening to fall. although haerin was deemed the winner today, you were zooming past people faster than she could, as if in denial that you lost even before getting a chance to tell her.

it was getting more and more suffocating as the people around you were overwhelming. although you could breathe better when you reached the tracks, taking in the view of the vast field, it was too much that you had to hit your chest to let out some suppressed cries.

just as you felt slightly better, you felt a pair of arms swinging across your sides from behind, trapping you with them. you didn't even need to see who it is, as their scent invaded your senses, carrying familiarity with it.

"haerin-ah, congratulations! I'm so proud of you."

you turned around to bring her into a hug, but also hiding the fact you were crying because things were to change today.

"thank you, I wouldn't have done it without you."

"no, don't say that. you.. did it because you trained very hard for this. and you'll be achieving your dreams."

"you did do something for me, you were there for me. I saw you at the bleachers and that made me more determined to win."

"why are you crying, froggie? don't cry, we'll still see each other."

haerin cupped your face with her hands to wipe the tears off of your face. but that just hit the nail on the coffin, meaning that she would sign and leave for the city. which was now or never.

"haerin-ah."

"hmm?"

the endearing look in her face as she looks at you was more than enough to let you know she would be here for you no matter what. even as just a friend. although it was starting to rain, you knew you had to do it now. the words were getting stuck in your throat as it started to get dry. but, you were going to do it still.

"I love you."

"huh?"

the confusion on her face hurt you more than it should. you should know that she does not feel the same way you did for her. you should know that she was probably already dating woonhak after what you saw earlier. you should know-

"I love you too."

it was the first time you have ever seen that smile on her face. a grin so wide, it's like she's the happiest girl in the world. the most crescent eyes you've seen on her, as if she's staring at the girl she loves.

wait. she said she loves you too.

the sunshower was drenching the two of you but you couldn't give a damn about it. she said she loves you. she reciprocated your feelings. but you were having a very hard time trying to wrap your head around it.

"I love you too, you silly."

her laughter tickled your ears as you stood there frozen. your dumb reaction had her swaying you around with her in the rain as the sun was blinding through the droplets. just as she stopped to look at you again, you still had that bewildered face.

"I thought you were dating woonhak..."

"me? and that idiot? babe, you gotta be kidding me."

the sudden endearment had your cheeks flare up as you bury your head in her shoulder, in attempt to cover your face. but your ears were shooting bright red too, earning an earthy laughter from haerin, you could feel it through the embrace.

"so that means we're dating right?"

she looked at you with a shocked face before peppering kisses all over your cheeks.

"yes, of course froggie. unless you wanna get married."

the attempt at humor cracked both of you up, but you knew that was something you see happening in the future. but for now, everything was perfect. you were perfect, and haerin's urge to kiss you was too strong at that moment.

"can I kiss you?"

all you could do was nod and as her lips touched yours, that's when things were sinking in for you. your hands slowly draped over her neck as you pulled her closer to feel the longing for her warmth grow stronger. the sunshower painted over you and her, but you couldn't care less about what's around you when the most important person is in front of you. it was true that today was the last day you two were friends, but blossomed into a new beginning as each other's love.

as you pulled back to breathe, you two had your eyes closed, foreheads touching. although no words were exchanged, you knew, many more summers were to be spent with the love of your life.

it was the summer rain, the summer rain when haerin fell for you as you held her hand and ran in the rain back home.

that summer you fell for her too.

[soleilars]

hii! could u do a leo valdez x nyx!reader ? could be headcannons or short story whichever u prefer :) take ur time and thank you!!

IT’S BEEN SO LONG, IT’S BEEN SO LONG, MAYBE WE’RE FIREPROOF

summary: leo valdez frightens everything he likes. and he’s so so so scared of you.

pairing: leo valdez x nyx!reader

a/n: i hope you like this!<3 i wrote it so quick idk what happened tbh

it wasn’t like leo disliked you. he didn’t know you this well to have this kind of judgement about you in the first place. he just… didn’t wanted to cross paths with you. like, ever. again, he didn’t dislike you. he’s just so leo about that. the one time he decided to play capture the flag after weeks of not playing, he got taken down in the first 10 minutes into the game by no one else than you. he got angry at first, thinking that someone had hit him by mistake because he wasn’t hurt or dizzy, he just fell to the ground with his face hitting the earth. you made sure not to inflict pain in anyone during the game, so to say the least it was an ego boost for you to strike again with such efficient. when for leo it was certainly a motive for never play again after his pity dignified performance. and to be honest you scared him. he was just so amazed with your beauty, which seemed to get amplified by the night time, that he felt physically incapable of talking to you.

this probably justifies his reaction when the one day he decided to go out of bunker 9 after several days in with the minimum amount of human contact, he saw you coming in his way. broken sword in hands and a pleading face.

no, no, no, no, no, hell no.

would it be ridiculous of him to run? to simply turn away and run? pretend he didn’t saw you because he was sure you didn’t saw him? gods, he hopped not because that’s what he did. he went straight to the way he came from and started looking at the shelves, pretending to be busy with something. you came in anyway, after all the need of a repair was evident and you were getting impatient. ‘this kind of gold is roman stuff. most of us aren’t specialised at this and we wouldn’t risk breaking or causing any extra damage to your weapon. i recommend you find, leo. he’s more used to this kind of stuff than us, really.’ jake manson, the cabin’s counsellor had told you.

“hey, is someone in here?” your voice send shivers through leo’s spine. he cursed himself as he came out of his, not so, hidden spot.

“uhm, yeah? who are you?”

as you introduced yourself and explained your problem leo could feel himself getting more and more warm. the mixed feelings started to get to him in the form of an alarm sounding in his head that sounded like ‘dangerous!!!!!hot, but dangerous!!!!!! would look stunning… while killing you!!!’

“sorry, but are you okay? you seem… pale.”

leo was surprised to find himself more nervous than usual. and believe, he’s very used to being nervous around pretty girls, and he’s also very used with being scared. now, the combination of both of those? nah, he’s an absolute mess. it takes him a few seconds, or maybe minutes? to go back to his ‘normal’.

“whatcha saying? sorry, i didn’t understand”

“i was saying that i need to fix my gold sword. you can do that for me?” you cried “please, your half siblings said you’re the only one that works with it”

“yeah yeah, sure. hand me the thing and i’ll see what i can do”

after a week your sword was almost new again. lighter and sharper. in the meantime, you asked leo to let you watch him work, mostly so you could try to understand how to fix it new time or tips on the most efficient way to keep them glossy and not dull. by chance, leo started to get more comfortable around you and vice-versa. lazy mornings, calm afternoons and busy nights. if bunker 9 wasn’t so far from camp for sure the two of you would get in trouble from noise making past midnight. leo joked that by the night time you should help him, because your mom being who she is you’re supposed to be the most productive in the room. you laughed at his suggestion, but ended up helping him with his projects the minute the sun sets.

his work was so good that you ended up taking your dagger, your helmet, your other sword, and another dagger for his treats. you may have made the blade of your daggers go blind and getting the pegasus to kick your helmet, but that doesn’t really matter does it?

[realdramalove69]

A Mother’s Love pt 1

(all characters are over 18)

*Riiiip*

The sound she had dreaded most had finally echoed throughout her bedroom.

“Fuck!” Casey cried.

Casey could feel the tears forming as she felt and heard her last pair of bike shorts finally give out. She had just managed to get them over her thick thighs and dimpled ass, the waistband not reaching any further up her stomach no matter how hard to pulled. But the moment she shifted her weight to try and walk, they tore at the seams. Her fat rolls spilled from the shorts, finally unrestricted and able to jiggle freely. The babies inside her womb began to kick as they felt their mother’s emotions well up. Casey moaned and rubbed the expansive flesh, trying desperately to make them stop.

Casey’s mother, Steph, heard her daughter cry out and hurried to see what the matter was. She opened the bedroom door and saw her fat, pregnant, crying daughter standing in front of her full length mirror. Her sore breasts were spilling from the too small maternity bra and her underwear was digging painfully into her waist. Her stomach was heaving from her crying and the thing looked gigantic held in her small hands.

It was all her belly’s fault, though. The five babies inside of her kicked aggressively, not caring that their mother was in distress.

“Oh, honey,” Steph cooed. “I told you we needed to go shopping sooner than later.”

“I’m so fat!” Casey continued. She picked up her pregnant gut to emphasize all the extra weight she had put on during these last eight months. “Every part of me jiggles and is sore and these babies won't stop kicking no matter what I do!”

“That’s good! It means you’re growing your babies nice and big and healthy. I can go to the mall later and get you bigger clothes–”

“I don’t want to get bigger!”

Steph sighed and hugged her crying daughter. She had to remind herself that Casey was still young and being so hormonal and sore was bound to cause tantrums. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile at Casey’s current predicament. Steph had always wanted more babies in the house, loving taking care of and raising her own child had been a great reward, but being a single mom all these years didn’t leave much time for dating and so she wasn’t able to have any more of her own kids. So when her daughter came to her in tears carrying a positive pregnancy test eight months ago Steph promised to be there for her and her baby (not knowing at the time just what they were getting into).

“Why don’t you go downstairs and rest on the couch and I’ll bring you some breakfast. Sound good?” Steph said, petting her daughter's tangled brown hair.

Casey nodded, her mom pinching her round cheeks before heading back down the stairs to the kitchen. Once alone, she wiped the tears from her face and pressed her hands into her lower back, watching in the mirror as her belly moved from her five babies kicking. She arched her back further, her swollen belly button pushed closer to the mirror as she turned to view her entire body.

“God there's so many of you,” Casey moaned. Her stomach growled in response. “At least it's the weekend.”

Grabbing a 5X shirt and her phone, Casey headed down the stairs, her gait wide and her steps slow and painful. Going downstairs was becoming harder and harder and Casey wondered if she would be relegated to the couch before the end of this pregnancy. The shirt itself may have looked like a tent, but once on the pregnant woman it barely went down to her outie belly button. She gave up on pants, she wasn’t going to leave the house today and her mom would go get her some new clothes later.

Panting and sweating, Casey came down the last step, her belly and breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Heavily, she waddled towards the couch, the spot she regularly occupied indented into the soft cushion. She pressed her hands harder into her back as she struggled to walk the short distance. Sitting down was almost as hard but gravity helped her flop unceremoniously onto the couch, her belly jiggling as the babies kicked harder. Finally able to rest, Casey leaned back and let her belly overtake her lap, stretching past her knees and resting heavily on her thighs.

The coffee table was already covered in sweet pastries, orange juice, cereal and whole fat milk, bacon, and scrambled eggs. The smells made her babies kick even harder as she tried to reach for any bit of the food. Her belly was ironically the thing preventing her from leaning forward at all.

“Moooom!” Casey cried.

Steph came back into the room, carrying a stack of pancakes soaked in butter and syrup. Chuckling at her daughter’s predicament, she sat the plate on her daughter's stomach and watched her start eating.

“Here you are dear, eat up.”

Casey didn’t need to be told twice as she cut into the sugar soaked pancakes and shoveled the food into her mouth. By the time the stack was gone, her mother had another plate of fatty breakfast foods waiting for her.

It was important to her that her daughter eat as much as possible to grow these five babies. When the doctor told them how many were inside her womb, Steph felt her motherly instincts increase with every added inch to Casey’s waistline. She wasn’t just caring for her daughter, she was caring for her daughter and her five grandbabies.

Casey was less excited by the idea of raising these kids. She wasn’t in a relationship, not anymore, and she hadn’t even graduated high school yet. Graduation was still a couple of weeks away and she desperately wanted to walk across that stage and prove everyone in school they were wrong about her being a dumb slut. Her due date wasn’t until July and in spite of everyone saying she would go into labor early, her overgrown brood wasn’t showing any sign of exiting soon.

In record time the breakfast buffet was gone and Casey was left moaning and rubbing her even larger stomach. Stretch marks covered the tight expanse, new ones appearing almost daily as the babies and food added more inches to her waistline. Steph saw her daughter trying to reach the far end of her belly and decided to grab the lotion and help soothe the kicking.

“They’re getting so strong!” Steph beamed. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

“I can’t get much bigger,” Casey whined. “I’m gonna explode if they keep making me eat so much.”

“Nonsense. The babies need to grow big and strong so they have the best start in life.”

Steph scratched the red marks on her daughter’s belly. She was very proud of her for growing these babies big and strong a while still going to school. Steph had told her she was welcome to take a break and finish later, but her daughter was stubborn and determined to prove she could handle it all.

“Now rest up,” Steph continued. “I have to go get you new clothes and I need to restock the kitchen for the week.”

Casey grunted in response, her eyes closed as she continued to rub her groaning gut. Steph put on Casey’s favorite show, left a few bags of chips and cookies in arm’s reach, and left the gravid teen alone.

In spite of how uncomfortable she was, Casey managed to fall back asleep. A few hours passed and when she awoke her mom was still gone. She grunted as she tried to shift her stiff hips, her legs tingling from having so much weight pressing on them from so long.

“Guh, you guys are so annoying!” She complained.

She shoved her hands under her stomach and lifted the dome off her lap, shuffling herself towards the edge of the couch. The babies within began kicking harder as she shifted back and forth before standing up on her trembling feet. She leaned forward, her stomach hanging heavily between her legs as she spread them wider trying to find her center of gravity.

“Ugh!” She cried, pushing her hands into her back and bringing herself upright. “I just want to use the bathroom, why do you guys have to make it so hard?”

Slowly, the pregnant teen waddled towards the bathroom. She leaned heavily on the hallway wall, her waddle even wider as she felt her babies shift in her belly. Every inch of her ached: her hips from being so wide, her breasts from swelling with milk, her belly from stretching so tight with these five big babies. Why did she have to sleep with the linebacker?

Finally she reached the bathroom. She sat heavily on the toilet, her belly once again filling her lap. She was breathing heavily, her lungs on fire and her body covered in sweat. When she finished she pressed on the counter to try and heave herself back up onto her feet but she was too tired and could only sit on the toilet and wait for her mom to get back home.

Casey wanted to cry. In spite of putting on a brave face she was scared and tired and oh so sore. Every inch of her wanted these babies out of her belly but she knew they were going to be stuck in there for at least four more weeks. If she had a boyfriend maybe she would feel better about the whole situation. Sure, she was happy her mom was so eager to have grandchildren but Casey didn’t know if she would be a good mom.

After ten minutes of waiting Casey tried to stand up again but her legs had fallen asleep. She heard the front door open and sighed in relief.

“Casey? Honey?” Steph called out.

“Mom! I’m in the bathroom. Can you help me?”

Steph hurried to her daughter and opened the bathroom door. She saw her there, slumped on the toilet, unable to stand on her own. Steph lifted her and set her belly on the counter to give her daughter some much needed relief.

“Are you okay?” Steph asked.

“Yeah. I was just so tired I couldn’t get back up.”

“Oh poor pregnant girl. You’re growing these babies so big your body needs more fuel to keep it going.”

Steph helped her back to the couch and handed her some snacks. Casey grabbed them and began to eat, not realizing how hungry she was.

“Here,” Steph handed Casey the bags of new clothes and a breast pump. “Look through these while I make us some lunch. Let me know if you need help with the pump. Now that you’re starting to get closer to your due date we need to start getting your milk to come in.”

Casey groaned at the idea of having her breasts constantly being sucked on. Her tits had already grown from perky double DDs to monstrous G cups with fat brown nipples. She had heard breastfeeding would make them even bigger and wasn’t looking forward to it.

The pump itself looked simple. Casey read the instruction and lifted her shirt over her boobs. They hung heavily on either side of her stomach, still jiggly and soft but growing firmer. She attached a pump on either one and started the machine. A soft sucking sensation made her moan involuntarily as her nipples were stimulated for the first time since she got pregnant.

“Oh, wow..” she whispered as the pumps did their magic. No milk was coming out yet but it felt amazing all the same.

“Oh good, you got it situated,” Steph came back into the living room with a plate of sandwiches and a family size bag of chips. She set the plate on her daughter’s belly and watched as she devoured them.

Steph did wish Casey had a man in her life to take care of her, but she knew her daughter would find the right one soon. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and obviously very fertile. Maybe she could help her find someone? Her friend Carol’s son was about her age and they both liked the same kind of music.

While Casey finished up her lunch and went back to snacking and watching TV Steph went into the next room and gave Carol a call.

“Hey, Carol? It’s Steph.”

“Oh! Hi Steph. How are things?”

“Good! I had a kind of weird question.”

“Yeah? What's up?”

“You know my daughter, Casey, how she is pregnant with quints?”

“Oh yes, what a strong girl to carry that many at such a young age.”

“I know, I’m proud of her. But I worry she might be getting a little…lonely? She doesn’t have many friends at school anymore and no one has asked her to prom yet and I was wondering if maybe your son would want to? I know that's a weird ask but I’m just trying to make sure she has a good senior year before she has five little ones to take care of.”

There was a pause on the other line. Steph worried she had made a big mistake.

“Let me ask Steve and get back to you.”

“Oh thank you Carol! And of course if he doesn’t want to I totally understand.”

“I know but I have a feeling the two of them would actually get along well. He’ll be home in an hour and I’ll ring you after.”

“Thank you so much. Bye bye.”

Steph smiled and looked back at Casey. She looked miserable, her big belly covered in itchy stretch marks, her hair tangled, her eyes drooping. A spa day would be in order before she met Steve. If she met Steve.

“How would you like a trip to the spa tomorrow?” Steph asked as she sat next to Casey.

“A spa day? Would they even touch me?”

“Oh honey, they’ll give you a facial and a massage and we’ll sit in a warm hot tub and make your muscles feel a little less sore. How does that sound?”

Casey nodded. It sounded amazing. She was nervous about anyone seeing her naked but she supposed this was better than feeling like shit all the time.

“Great, I’ll set up the appointments. Get some rest.”

Casey leaned back into the couch and closed her eyes again.

Across town, Steve walked through his front door and greeted his mom. He went to head up stairs but Carol stopped him.

“Can I talk to you real fast?” she said.

“Sure?” Steve was nervous. Was something wrong?

They sat at the dining room table and Carol brought up instagram, going to Steph’s page and scrolling down.

“Do you remember my co-worker, Steph? I think you met at the christmas party last year?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Steve did remember Steph. She was by far the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“Well, her daughter, Casey, she’s…how do I put this. She’s going through a rough time right now at her school. She’s a senior like you but she doesn’t really have any friends because of…well this–” Carol showed Steve a photo of the most pregnant woman he’d ever seen. His eyes went wide and he felt his erection growing. “She’s pregnant with quints. I know I know it sounds insane but Steph was wondering if you would maybe try and be friends with her? Even take her to prom?”

Steve stared back at his mom and gulped. “Uh, yeah yeah I can maybe go over and meet her and stuff.”

“Oh you are such a good kid. I’m not asking you to marry the girl, she’s got five babies on the way for christ's sake, but just be nice to her and treat her normal, ok?”

Steve nodded and went up to his room. Carol had to call Steph back with the good news.

Once in his room he locked the door and opened his phone, quickly finding Casey’s instagram. There weren’t a lot of pictures of her on there, but her mom had documented Casey’s pregnancy on her own instagram. Five babies! God she was the hottest woman he had ever seen and his mom wanted him to go and just be her friend?

This would be a challenge he would gladly face.

[andikenpachi]

wet n' wild, caitlyn kiramman x maid!reader

cw: cait is kinda mean and likes hurting you

"shut up... shut up and take it."

caitlyn was being quite mean to you, and she knew that, but your feelings weren't at the forefront of her worries at the moment. after getting into yet another argument with her mother, she just needed a means of releasing all of her pent up anger (and maybe some revenge for all the stress her mother's stubbornness had caused her).

and what better way to do that than to fuck one of their maids in her mother's study, on her very own desk, at that?

caitlyn took a moment to observe your current state. after being given three very intense orgasms back to back, you appeared visibly out of it; your eyes could barely focus, and tiny whimpers escaped your lips with each deep breath you took as you tried to catch your breath. caitlyn bit her lip at the sight of the bite marks that were scattered throughout your form, the one on your neck even bleeding from a bite that went a bit deeper than expected.

maybe if you were her lover, she'd feel bad for treating you like nothing but a ragdoll, but you were not her lover, were you?

she curled the three fingers that she had lodged deep into your abused cunt, and you cried out in response, your back arching and your hands desperately searching for something to hold on to.

caitlyn roughly grabbed your neck, squeezing as if she was trying to get you to pop. "i told you to shut up, didn't i?" she grumbled. "it's almost like you want the other servants to hear us..."

you whined, shaking your head despite her unrelenting grip. she let go, opting to cover your mouth with her hand instead.

"then do as i say, and fucking take it."

her thrusts were deep, and she made sure to hit your g-spot each time her long fingers were buried to the hilt. she knew she was doing a good job, too; each thrust forced a muffled, yet delicious moan out of you, and your legs tightened around her waist like a fucking lifeline.

caitlyn relished in this imbalance of power she had over you. she wasn't sure when this kink had developed, but she sure as hell wasn't complaining about it, either. she bent down to take one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking on it harshly before biting. your body jerked, a muted cry ripping from your throat. tears welled up in your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face and onto the desk below you.

"aww, did that hurt?" she cooed mockingly as she lifted herself off of you. you nodded with a sniffle, and caitlyn couldn't help but find your teary-eyed expression adorable.

"oh, well that's quite a shame, isn't it?" she continued. "you and i both know you've been enjoying the pain thus far, don't suddenly change your mind now."

and with that, she began pounding into you, her deft fingers stretching you out and no doubt sending waves of burning pleasure throughout your body. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you clawed at caitlyn's forearm, your nails digging angry lines into her skin.

"what's the matter, are you cumming again?" she smirked.

you rapidly shook your head, a slight panic evident in your eyes.

no?

before caitlyn could react, the floodgates burst, and a powerful stream of clear fluid shot out from within you; you ended up drenching caitlyn's forearm and outfit.

"what the fuck?!" caitlyn exclaimed, quickly pulling away from you in shock.

you whimpered, and she watched in silent confusion as you sat up to study the area around you. realizing what had just occurred, you pouted in embarrassment.

"oh... i-i've made such a mess..."

it was a blur, the way caitlyn found herself surging towards you and mashing her lips against yours for a kiss. she grabbed your throat harshly, biting down on your bottom lip as she let out a throaty hum.

"that was so fucking hot," she growled salaciously as she lowered you onto the desk once more. "let's see how many more times i can get you to do that..."

a/n: teehee first arcane post! thx for reading, and tell me what you think! :D

[theoldsports]

Hi, i want to request a remus x reader, where its a girls night before lily's wedding and they play a spicy truth or dare, where reader realises she needs to ask remus out.

tradition.

FIRST REQUEST SORRY THIS TOOK TIME

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Bachelorette parties were a time honored tradition where the bride-to-be wore heels that were too tall to be worn drunk and got legendarily plastered with about seven of her worst behaved friends. Lily Evans (soon to be Potter) was almost an exception, but Dorcas bought her these platform go-go boots and it felt rude not to wear them.

Lily assumed the event would be less of a nightmare if [Y/N] planned it, as Dorcas usually took things too far. This way, Lily could almost guarantee that there would be no Chip and Dale-type striper dressed as the left-winger chaser from Puddlemere United. [Y/N] was therefore the most convenient choice for Maid of Honour.

Carefully, the bridal party made their way out of the Three Broomsticks and hauled themselves up the hill to do the rest of the night in Godric’s Hollow. All of them were too far gone to apparate. Sirius had taken James and the boys who knows where for a Bachelor party so the girls could use the house that night. The ‘girls’ consisted of Lily and [Y/N], Dorcas Meadowes, Mary Macdonald, Marlene McKinnon, and Alice Fortesque; basically the contents of their dormitory at school. The seven hung off each other and giggled as old friends as they walked.

“Never thought you’d be the first of us!” Marlene cried in glee, shaking her sharply bobbed dark hair out of her face. “I can’t get over it. Simply.”

“Oh, come off it!” Lily groaned. She was awfully tired of hearing this same banter recycled day in and day out.

Dorcas laughed. “Well, yeah. Marls is right. You hated your poor bastard Potter, for, like, forever. I thought first in and out of the binding contract of marriage was to be Alice and Frankie for sure.”

The most sober player of the evening, Alice, sighed. “Sorry that we’re patient.”

[Y/N] let out a firm laugh, pulling Lily’s set of keys out of her pocket as the house entered their line of view. “Bold assumptions from both Dorcas and Marlene considering you both told me you were gonna marry Sirius Black when you were fifteen or something.” [Y/N] said. Her comment illicited silence from Dorcas and Marlene rampant giggled from Mary, Lily and Alice.

With their Godric’s Hollow destination reached, [Y/N] unlocked the door with some difficulty. The seven flooded inside. Before Mary could loudly announce how bad she had to piss again, [Y/N] asked: “I’ve got a quick question ‘bout Black, actually,” everyone seemed very interested because everyone [Y/N] knew was in love with Sirius Black - unfortunately. “How many of you’v’fucked him? Just… Show off hands.”

Many groans of malcontent echoed through the room. Dorcas and Marlene raised their hands without hesitation, but instead with a bit of regret. Mary’s hand slowly went up with a sigh. Lily and Alice exchanged some knowing looks but both resisted a comment. “Bloody hell, ladies. Is he actually packin’ or something? He’s not that tall, so… Nice hair, but if he weren’t one of my mates, I’d just say he’s average. How does he keep pulling like this?” [Y/N] asked incredulously.

As Mary left finally to piss, Marlene bit back at [Y/N]. “Honestly, I think he’s just charming. Like, something about the smile, the leather jacket. Plus, he’s so fuckin’… noble, like. Yeah?”

“Noble? A guy’s a better fuck ‘cause he’s ‘noble?’” [Y/N] sighed.

“You know what I mean.” Marlene said and Dorcas nodded in agreement.

Dorcas piped up. “Well, [Y/N]. You may be the next among us. Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the… What’s it called? Man of Honour—“

“—Best Man.” Alice correct, pouring herself a sipper of firewhiskey.

“Ain’t the Maid of Honour and the Best Man meant to fuck? After the wedding?” Dorcas finished.

[Y/N]’s eyes widened. “No. Superstition. Clearly. I… Right, Lily?”

Lily’s playful grin widened as she pulled off her go-go boots and tossed her auburn hair into a messy bun. “Well, seeing as neither of you have a real date, then have at it. It’s tradition.”

“That’s vile. You’re vile.”

Mary walked back in from the bathroom. “Who’s vile?”

“Lily. Or Sirius. Can’t remember. Maybe both.” Marlene clarified.

“Ah, he is ‘packing,’ by the way. If nobody’s said that yet.”

[Y/N] was tired of everyone pushing her buttons because she had been single for a while. Single, yes. Desperate enough to shag Sirius Black, no. “Fabian Prewett was not worth all the trouble to keep that relationship going just to have a date to your wedding.” She said.

“He was so pretty!” Dorcas remarked, a drunken slur apparent in her voice.

“Yeah, and he was also a prick. Anyway, there’s no sense in finding someone with, like, days til the wedding.”

Lily sighed loudly. She knew what she was doing. It was that sort of sigh that baited someone to ask why one was sighing.

“What?” [Y/N] asked, scoffing.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Strained silence as all the other girls leaned into listen. “Oh, I’m sure. What’s the problem here?”

“James said one of his boys also doesn’t have a date to the—“ Lily started.

“You already implied Sirius—“

“Remus. Rem doesn’t have anyone.”

A longer, more strained silence.

Marlene gasped. “Holy fuckin’ shit. You should finally ask Remus out.”

“Finally? What do you mean finally? He’s my best mate.” [Y/N] said incredulously.

The other girls shared groans of indignation or shouts of surprise. “Dear, every boy you’ve ever been out with looks like a cheap knock-off of Loony Loopy Lupin. You have to have noticed.” Marlene pointed out.

“Don’t call him that!” Lily butted in.

“Don’t call him that. He doesn’t like it. And simply, I don’t think that’s true. About the boy thing.” [Y/N] insisted.

“Amos Diggory.” Mary said clearly. Amos had been her very first boyfriend. [Y/N] finally said yes to his obvious advances after Remus took a Slytherin girl his friends all hated to Hogsmeade. Amos had then been the same height and build as Remus, with those aggressively kind eyes. However, he was nothing like Lupin in any other way.

“They’re both tall with brown hair. So’s James for that matter—“

“Amos is just the polite version of Lupin. They’re practically the same bloke.” Mary finished he brutal comment and strolled into the kitchen.

“Tony Dolohov—“ Lily pointed out. Antonin Dolohov had been a rebound repeated hookup after Amos had broken up with [Y/N] since he thought she was too ‘disinterested’ in him. It was familiar commentary that Remus and Dolohov looked similar. They were constantly mistaken for the other from the back in school, despite being completely different as people.

“Was a fling!”

“Evil Lupin…” Dorcas sighed.

[Y/N] was ready for another topic of conversation. “So what? I like tall brunette guys from the countryside. Sue me. Fabian Prewett was from out there too, but he was completely—“

“Mm… Yes. Redheaded, pretentious Lupin.” Dorcas grinned tempestuously.

Mary gasped. “That implies our Lupin isn’t pretentious!”

Alice cleared her throat amidst [Y/N] evident shame and irritation. “If you don’t mind my saying, [Y/N], you’ve been down for that boy since you were about fourteen. Lupin, I mean.”

[Y/N] watched Lily nod drunkenly at wise old Alice’s words. “Call him! Call him right now!”

“Fuck you! No!”

Before [Y/N] could do anything else, Marlene began leading a chant of “call him!” with others shouting such fare as “come on, don’t ruin Lily’s party!” That was when she had to pick up the phone, just to get it to stop.

She stood there, listening to the dial tone hum. “Shit. What number am I ringing? He’s not… He’s with James.”

Lily whipped out her wand from her back pocket and wordlessly summoned a number jotted down on a takeaway menu from who knows where in the kitchen. Lily dictated the number to [Y/N], just to make sure she would actually make the call.

“‘Llo?” Sirius Black slurred on the other line. [Y/N] had often heard him wasted, but he was gone-gone tonight. He spoke too loudly into the receiver. After multiple semesters of Muggle Studies, he still hasn’t mastered the telephone.

“Black, it’s [Y/N].”

“Hey there, love,” Sirius suddenly sounded on edge. The world was a scary place these days and such a call was scary to get this late during a bachelor party. [Y/N] thought he sounded more sober, or tried, after she announced herself. “‘S everything okay…?”

“Hm? Yeah, no. All’ve us are fine. Is Lupin there?”

“What you want with Lupin?” Sirius inquired, his tone sounding much more typical of a drunk Sirius Black.

[Y/N] looked over her shoulder at the expectant faces of the girls and an encouraging thumbs up from Alice. “Uh, drinking game, or something. Put him on. Please.”

Sirius sounded like he dropped the receiver away from his face and called something like “Oi Moony, there’s a foxy bird on the phone for you!” into the room near him. After some shuffling and unintelligible grumbling, Remus’s voice came through on the phone.

“Remus Lupin on,” he said too clearly. The kind of clearness of tone one had when stoned out of their mind and attempting to cover it up. But at least he knew how to use a phone. “Who’s speaking?”

“Lupin, it’s me. It’s [Y/N]. Everything’s fine.”

“Oh. Hi?”

“Yeah, hi. All the boy’s watching you right now?”

“Uh,” a pause. “No, yeah. All of ‘em.”

“Same here. Holding a wand to my chest, basically. You still don’t have a date to the wedding, right?”

A longer pause. “Hm? To the wedding, you said?” He swallowed. Dry mouth from nerves or smoking too much, maybe. “No.”

“Right. Nor have I. Wanna go with me? Since we already both, like, have to go? Figured it’d be fun to go with you,” [Y/N] dropped her voice to a whisper. “Like, go-with-me-go-with-me. Real deal date.”

Too long of a pause.

“Remus? You there?”

“Yeah. Yeah! Sure, I’m here, sure. Also, like, yeah, sure. I mean, yeah. I’ll go with you. If you want, I mean. Yeah.”

[Y/N] sighed in relief. “Brilliant. Pop by before and get me. We’ll go together. Ta.”

With that, she hung up.

“Ta?” Dorcas said dramatically. “Ta? You ask the man out and you close with fuckin’ ‘ta?’”

[greenflamedwriter]

I know you | Bingyuan

Story Prompt:

Imagine if Shen Yuan went to sleep, after reading PIDW and ended up IN PIDW, he thinks he's dreaming [but he's just astral projecting]

And he ends up seeing Binghe and helps him.

Yeah he thinks he's lost it, and each time he helps Binghe he decides to write a journel about it and began to write fanfiction of PIDW of a spirit guiding Binghe and people like that MORE than the canon material-

So anyway. he appears when Binghe is three and ends up talking to him and cheering him up. Then he goes forward and ends up when Binghe is a little older.

Binghe likes this gege until his mother laughs, "Ah Binghe are you playing?"

"Yeah this is Shen Yuan!"

Instead of greeting his strange friend with his short hair and weird clothes she only chuckled "You and your imagination come on and help with the chores."

Shen Yuan hummed "She can't see me."

Luo Binghe gazes at him in horror and Shen Yuan blanches "I'm not a ghost!"

But as he sleeps and appears again, he see's the washer women take all of her savings and see's the excitment on her face-

"Binghe do me a favour, tell your mother there are some weirdos in town selling false goods for triple the price."

Luo Binghe told her and she faltered before smiling, "If that was true, they would be run out."

Shen Yuan knew what would happen, then they wouldn't have enough money for medicine then she couldn't work, and when she couldn't work she won't be payed.

Shen Yuan followed her,

...and when she questioned the man at the stall he raised his voice, "Hah? Are you causing trouble?"

Shen Yuan couldn't take it when she stammered and almost payed extra-

He tried to pull her back, but with one touch, he blinked as suddenly he was gazing down at the man-

"Well?"

Shen Yuan huffed as he raised a pale hand and picked up the fake jade "If this was real, then it wouldn't be damaged hmm?" The mans eyes widened as Shen Yuan struck.

And of course, a chip appeared in the Jade Amulet.

The man mouth fell open and the other denizens stared speechless.

"This is supposed to be authentic jade? What do you see?"

"Y-you damaged it- you'll have to pay more than that!"

"A real jade wouldn't scratch. So if you admit to the damage then you admit to the authenciticty." She placed a hand on her hip hand still clutching the jade looking down on him.

"And this one deserves a discount. This one is marked," She turned to the man next to her "See?"

The man nodded "Hmm hmm. That is one big chip-"

"I payed full price!"

All of a sudden a stir erupted, the women dropped a tiny coin, barely change and walked off with her prize.

Shen Yuan walked a few ways ahead, panicking.

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- I'll try to let go."

It wasn't until they got home, hearing Luo Binghe play, Shen Yuan inhaled and tried to relax, clear his mind and leeett-

She cried out falling backwards, alerting Binghe.

"Mama!"

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

Luo Binghe gave him a dark glare that trapped the words in his throat, "What did you do!?" He cradled his mother glaring at Shen Yuan.

"Binghe? y-your imaginary friend-"

"He won't hurt you anymore Mama-"

"No no it- it was a shock...he didn't mean to, he was just as scared as I was."

Luo Binghe blinked, surprised. "It was awful, losing control of my body but...I felt strong." Her voice filled with emotion then she started crying.

Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan felt more worried, after they went inside, and she was given tea she explained everything that would happen and gazed at the Amulet sadly.

"I wanted to get you a real one."

"Not worth it,"

Luo Binghe glanced at him, and his mother leaned close, "What did he say?"

Luo Binghe looked to Shen Yuan who sighed, "A real Amulet means nothing, you can't eat it or plant it to grow food. And your mother almost lost her life savings to it- a harsh winter is coming and if either of you fall sick you won't pay for a doctor."

After relaying the message tears sprung to her eyes.

"An angel."

"Or a ghost,"

Shen Yuan fidgeted uncomfortable, "I promise I won't do it again," The mother shook her head "Only in dire situations will I allow it. You saved us." Shen Yuan flushed looking away and Binghe beamed, for a moment he thought he lost his friend.

But now he knows he wasn't crazy!

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Shen Yuan posseses one of Binghes bullys chasing the others off hands on his hips.

"S-Shen Yuan?"

He turned beaming "Yep!"

"Play with me!" Luo Binghe pulled his arm and Shen Yuan allowed himself, after all, Binghe didn't have any friends and...Shen Yuan never had much friends either-

Being the son of the well renowned Shen Family, his social circle was small.

So playing tag and hide and seek, and other such things he felt like he was living out the childhood he never had. As they went home, the mother looked concerned to see the son of one of the lords behind Binghe.

"Mama it's Shen Yuan!"

He bowed, "Nice to finally make your aqquiantence ma'm."

Instead she placed her hands on her hips, "Shen Yuan. Are you possesing a child right now?"

He paused, "Uh yeah?"

"Undo it right now, that poor boy is probably having the fright of his life. How would you feel if someone took over your body?"

"Pretty bad."

"Yes, now let him go-"

"i uh- not here, he'll think your practising demonic cultivation, I'll take him home."

She hummed, "Be quick." its like he was having a lecture from a real mother.

Of course...things didn't go to plan.

Shen Yuan did plan on taking the boy home but...

He decided to walk towards the river, rousing the spirit to wake up and hear and understand what he was about to say.

"If you bully Binghe ever again, I'll make you hurt yourself." He stepped into the water, the water calmly pushing against his legs, but the further in he'll get the worse it'll be.

"I could drown you right now," His hands were trembling, the boys fear.

"Don't bother them ever again." He let go with a snap, wanting to make it awful. The kid began to bawl and started crying when he ran home.

What he was saving his life! Binghe repays those tenfold, now he won't have such a problem!

____________________________________________

Shen Yuan decides to teach Luo Binghe how to read and write, then decided to teach him how to book bind. "If you make Bestiarys, you can sell them. They are priceless, say your father was a cultivator and left notes behind it has just been officially edited for final print, teach your mother too."

And both were bemused how Shen Yuan taught them and soon they began to use the money that would've been wasted on materials to make their own copies.

Luo Binghe absorbed everything like a sponge, but he was nearing the proper age.

"Binghe should learn to cultivate, it'd be better if we moved."

"We?" Even the mother who was cooking, listened as Binghe was the translator.

"Yes, travel and sell the books, be closer to Cang Qiong mountain while Luo Binghe trains, I have taught him everything I know- but cultivating and learning the fundamentals is not my expertise." Although if he could get to the mountain and spy he COULD.

"Mama should we go- the townspeople have already bought all of our copies of the Bestiarys, there's nothing else to sell." She hummed then nodded, the thought of going back to washing dyed clothes was not something she wanted to do.

"Yes, maybe we should leave."

"Tell your mother to dress as a man, a women and child traveling will cause trouble."

When Shen Yuan woke up- he did not know he was ACTUALLY in PIDW and changing Binghes life.

The mother saw Luo Binghe's disapointed look it seems as if Shen Yuan has left.

"Mama do you think he's a demon?"

Possesing people, and having so much knowledge did seem demonic...but...teaching them to be independent, sharing the knowledge and even making Luo Binghe a cultivator.

Didn't seem like something a malevolant spirit would want.

"He may be a heavenly official."

Luo Binghe brightened, "Why is he helping us?"

Well the Heavenly Official seemed especially fond of Binghe, who knows.

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And so continuing on, thats when Binghes mother, later known as Qian Xuan [Note I first wrote Xuan Qiran and thought is that even a good name???? then google was like QIan Xuan was a scholar- and I'm like YES that one]

She had decided that once Luo Binghe begins cultivating, how on earth was she and Shen Yuan supposed to communicate? So she decided that she would allow him to posess her during that time.

Shen Yuan blinked as she sat before him trying to look him in the eye when she couldn't see him.

"Only when nessecary, such as creating the manuals or documenting beasts or flora, and once that task is done Shen Yuan should create diraries or messages for this one to follow."

Shen Yuan glanced at Binghe, then back to his mother- who in the story should be dead by now.

Shen Yuan opened then closed his mouth.

"She's aware I'm a man right? it just- doesn't seem right for a man to posess a women," Shen Yuan looked so uncomfortable and when Binghe translated she laughed.

"It's fine, it's not like there's any virtue to lose it's just for little tasks and to communicate with one another. We can't rely on Binghe being our translator all the time."

Shen Yuan sighed then nodded "Tell her if she feels uncomfortable at any point she can say no."

She smiled, "See? How can I not trust you when you are so kind?"

Luo Binghe watched Shen Yuans face flush scarlet, then looked away pretending it didn't happen. Shen Yuan couldn't help but think if he was a suspicious person how easy it would be to take advantage then again, if this was real having the protagonist being indebted to him would be seen as manipulation.

But Shen Yuan wasn't getting thing out of this dream other than a really good fanfiction once he woke up!

And so they began their journey, they thought Shen Yuan would act as their body guard when faced with monsters hah! as if, he was a recluse and has never fought in his life!

So of course when they were apprehended by bandits, because of COURSE THEY WERE-

Shen Yuan thought he lead them to their death! Thankfully he picked up some pollen, that put demons to sleep, it was wife #40 did to Binghe for um...dubvious purposes, so when all the demons fell into a slump that was one thing-

But seeing some still standing was another as he realised that they had human demonic cultivators in their party! THis was a bit overkill wasn't it just for some petty thieves in the night!?

As both Qian Xuan and Luo Binghe began to run for their lives, Shen Yuan realised belatedly he could possess them!

So he leapt into one bandit, stabbing his comrade then jumped into another one, and kept repeating.

"Hey what are you doing!?" Of course they weren't going to stand their nicely while being attacked by their own men, and Shen Yuan of course didn't know how to kill them fataly, their cultivation healed them dammit!

And he lost the surprise, so after jumping into another cultivator realised he was going to have to go the extreme. All the demonic cultivators watched in horror as one slit his own throat screaming in agony.

"What the hell!?" Soon they stopped pursuing Binghe and his mother, while Shen Yuan jumped into another, that was awful, and he felt it, ugh and he was going to have to do it again.

"WHose doing that-"

"A ghost!?"

They looked pretty spooked, especially as another did the same thing soon their was only four left.

"L-lets get out of here,"

"Just exorsise it!" Shen Yuan had no idea if it would work, and panicked jumping into the man holding up a talisman ripping it in two and laughed as creepy as he could.

"You think petty tricks like this would work on me?" He slowly slit the throat eyes forced into a grin, as the body slumped Shen Yuan almost cackled to see how spooked they were!

"That family is under my protection! Suffer the consequences!" As they fell only one more remained, looking shit terrified as his final brother in demonic cultivation stood above him raising his own sword against him.

"Do you want me to do the honours? Or do you want to put yourself out of your own misery?"

The man shook and raised his own blade ending his life quickly. Shen Yuan blinked, oh he didn't think he could do it. He grunted as he felt the one he was possesing fight back, "Oh your still alive in there?" Shen Yuan hummed, finding the weapon in his hand twirling easily, just from muscle memory alone he began to experiment and realised he suddenly knew how to wield the blade, he could tap into the memories and muscle memory of the stance.

He could protect them with this body-

That train of thought was immedietly shut down as he staggared to his knees. "Hmm, I don't feel like keeping you anyway," He spoke to his hands flexing them. "Your a demonic Cultivator, your reputation may make things more difficult along the way." And he now knew how to kill people lethally and non-lethaly.

"Be thankful, I had no idea how to kill someone painlessly, so your better of than your comrades."

His mouth stuttered as it forced itself open, this body was strong-

"Who are you?" The man asked, and Shen Yuan raised his weapon thinking one thought as he plunged it into the heart.

"Peerless Cucumber."

As he joined up with both Binghe and his mother he told them it was all good! And so they continued on their journey, but decided it was safer during the day. Still periless in the world of PIDW but a 'little' safer.

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As both Shen Yuan and Qian Xuan watched Luo Binghe go up the mountain, looking clean and healthy, not the starved child he was supposed to be, and both were teary eyed.

"Ah our bun is all grown up."

Stop crying, Shen Yuan. Binghe's mother spoke and he hated to admit but the whole sobbing mess was all him. "Shh, don't let him know, he'll think it's all you." She waved him off then returned to their home.

Shen Yuan had to haggle the price as the realtor was obviously thinking a mother with a child would be desperate, but Shen Yuan put his foot down. After being a ghost and listening to the prices the man gave to other citezens his quote was drastically different. Shen Yuan refused and after showing the money that they had earned on the road the mans eyes bulged and then began to change his tune at the thought of losing out on so much money. After all better someone pays for a room, rather than no one paying for a room period.

And so she got to work, by printing.

Shen Yuan tried this once at a workshop his University was hosting and to say he hated it would be an understatment, Germany had these floor tiles [very flammable and toxic] but they were great for carving after trying himself it wasn't fun. But now the fact that they were in the past in China, Shen Yuan found himself carving illustrations and words to reprint their manuals, Qian Xuan wiped her forehead, she had deliveries for so many smaller sects. "We should have a name, afterall-" Qian Xuan spoke, "It's not like I'm the one who wrote this."

Hmmm, "Maybe Peerless Cucumber? It's a title I go by back home." Qian Xuan paused then continued on, Peerless Cucumber? So he was a heavenly official! and such a renowned title too!

"Okay, we'll use that title and claim it was Luo Binghe's father if anyone asks," She nodded that was a good plan.

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When Luo Binghe finally snuck away down the mountain, both Shen Yuan and Qian Xuan berrated him, "You'll get in trouble! Ah we missed you!" She hugged him close and Luo Binghe beamed basking in it. "This Binghe missed you two, Mama, Shen-gege."

Ah right, Shen Yuan coughed then let go, Luo Binghe's mother laughed then froze eyes wide as her eyes glanced at Shen Yuan then did a double take-

"I can see you!" She pointed at Shen Yuan and he gaped too. "How- is it prolonged contact?"

She frowned, "Strange I can't hear you yet...maybe if we keep going..." that was strange, why Luo Binghe can see him but she couldn't until now.

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When Shen Yuan woke up, he knew something was wrong. "Huh-"

"Mr Shen! He's awake!"

Huh?

He was in a hospital, why was he in a hospital and not home!

The doctors told him he was in a coma, asleep for five days before anyone knew and barely managed to get him on fluids straight away.

Then he was in the hosiptal for longer.

When Shen Yuan slept again returning to the world of PIDW he slipped into an even deeper sleep that had the doctors and even Shen Yuans parents concerned, and when he woke up again it had been months.

"I'm afraid if he goes to sleep again it'll be harder and harder to wake him up."

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"Hmmm, it'd be better if I had a body..." Now that he thinks about it, Luo Binghe is a heavenly demon. and sure he and his mother were doing fine but what if something happens, at least a body with cultivation could protect them. If demonic cultivators were strong enough to almost eject him, then strong demons like Mobei-Jun or cultivators like Shen Qingqiu could exorsice him-

A/n: When Shen Yuan finally gets the mushroom body looking like himself, exp wih long hair, when he goes to sleep he finds himself a ghost back at his world, eyes wide to see him on the bed flat lining. And when he slept again saw he was a ghost in his world and PIDW was his reality, minor freakout aside he was lucky the next time he slept he had no dreams at all.

But came to realise that this world was really and his actions had consequences...no big.

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Out of all the times for something to happen...

"So this is where all those...intersting manuals came from."

of course when Binghe was given a fake manual, he knew right away and started bringing his own which was confiscated and SQQ thought he stole it, and Luo Binghe proudly claims his mother not only made it but sold them. Their pen name was Pe-peerl--

It was difficult to pronounce but they got the jist. So SQQ goes down the mountain and see's the madam at work.

They have a bigger home now, with a courtyard and all fancy, Qian Xuan never dreamed she could live like this. And being in charge of printing.

Carving onto chinese wood tiles then flatening the ink to make it flat Shen Yuan told her to go by the sound and after a time she noticed the technique and was able to print thousands of copies by hand. Now she can afford to pay for help!

Her! A women paying others to help instead of the other way around! Because of her experience ended up being a kind and forgiving boss, but thanks to Shen Yuan kept people in line to not take advantage.

Shen Qingqiu looked handsome, if it wasn't for his fan and the way he sneered at their books did Shen Yuan recognise him. Worse, both were sharing a body. Shen Yuan wasn't sure if he moved if the cultivator would suddenly sense it. "It's considered rude to enter another persons home without announcing yourself." Shen Qingqiu eyes flicked up, intense. "This Master is Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu of Qing Jing Peak. Your son is my disciple." Shen Yuans lips twitched, wanting to scoff himself. hah disciple in name only! This man was unfit to being called Shizun.

"Odd, you are not a cultivator and yet seem to be selling wares to the common people claiming to be an expert. Selling faulty Manuals could end in thousands of peoples death."

Shen Yuan would spit blood- how dare he!? After giving Luo Binghe a fake manual- yes he saw it Mister!

they cleared their throat, "Well since we are in the presence of a Cultivator of a prestegious sect, why not validate wether this is misinformation?" Shen Yuan asked. "Although, if it is as bad as you say it is. This humble one would like a second opinion, if the damage is done this one would take responsibility to rectify that, if you have someone from Qian Qao peak free to supervise and even give insight to help those who have gravely been hurt by this ones misinformation."

Although no ones complained yet. Shen Qingqius hummed, "Where did you aquire this information Madam Luo?"

"This ones name is Qian Xuan, and my late husband who had passed kept diaries of Cultivation and this one decided to share that with the world."

Shen Qingqiu sneered openly, "So you decided to print thousand of copies to depserate fools only to put money in your pocket?" She hummed nodding, "Well being a washer women unable to feed my child it seemed harmless." She walked over to a drawer opening it up and revealing the parchment.

God I want to lamenate it so bad

She showed it to Shen Qingqiu with an amused tilt.

"Since the Tian ti Temple approved a vast number of shipments for their own youngest disciples and had even verified that the information is correct." Shen Qingqiu glared at the official seal approving and even commisioning this women!

Oh his face aha!

"Of course since Cang Qiong Mountain is the best peak with Huan Hua close second I figured that maybe these methods were outdated, if the Great Master Peak Lord Shen is offering his services to help those below his station this Xuan would be grateful."

His eyes narrowed, already caught in the trap, coming in here to accuse her of lying and selling faulty goods when she has a sect to back her up- suck it!

"Since Master Shen came all this way would he perhaps like some tea?" And Shen Yuan guessed he would say no, go off in a huff and Shen Yuan would wave then stick up his middle finger when he's turned around. "That would be lovely, thank you."

...oh...that asshole.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for almost killing my 8th grade english teacher? (warning: racism, sa mention)

I (M16, 14 at the time, white (this is important later)) was part of the newspaper in middle school. The teacher running the newspaper (F… 50? 60? i have no idea) was always really nice to me, and we got along really well. I was ecstatic to see that she would be my english teacher in 8th grade.

That is, until the class actually began.

This english class we mostly read books about oppression and historical atrocities and genocide because our history class wouldn’t cover that for some reason (the reason is racism). It seemed like this teacher would have done a good job of teaching this material, but well. you can see where this is going.

a week into the school year the whole class saw that she was pretty racist - not like overtly racist; she sort of said she cared about fighting oppression and then… was a part of that oppression. like she’d say “i could never be racist” and then she would be racist. it’s hard to explain. she would always be incredibly weird about disciplining the Black kids in the class, blaming one guy in particular for like. every time a guy in the class acted like and eighth grade boy would act. she was also really condescending to him; she’d constantly make comments about how he couldn’t follow rules (which obviously isn’t true). she did this to an extent to all the other Black kids in the class as well; later when some of them went to the principal to talk about what happened they said they didn’t feel safe in her class.

additionally, pretty much nobody even stood for the pledge of allegiance (we were usually busy reading cause the library in that school was really nice and had a really good collection of books), and when they did they’d never actually say it. this teacher had a problem with this, and every time she saw absolutely nobody in the class standing for the pledge of allegiance, she’d make the entire homeroom (oh yeah i was in her homeroom too, forgot to mention that) tell her why they didn’t for literally the entire class period. Every time someone mentioned systemic racism or racist history she’d butt in either saying “my parents were immigrants and they stood for the pledge” or she’d start talking about her gay son. some kids told stories of being called slurs when they were younger. some kids cried. she would always bring up her gay son as a rebuttal. and i get that being gay is hard, i’m gay myself, but that is not in any way applicable to the situation at hand here. This happened on three separate occasions - sometimes a single person would stand for the pledge just so there was at least one person doing it and so we wouldn’t have to have that conversation.

And then there was the actual teaching. oh boy. so, as i said before, almost all of our books in this class were about some sort of historical atrocity because the history class didn’t have time for it apparently. and uh. uhhhhhhh yeah. with this teacher it was not a good experience.

We had read books about racism for summer reading and we were reading the novel Chains at the beginning of the school year, and the teacher would always talk about how “resilient” the characters in the books were and how they made the best of their situations and fought back, but never about how these characters should have never had to be in these situations in the first place and WHO PUT THEM IN THESE SITUATIONS, WHAT SYSTEMS PUT THEM IN THESE SITUATIONS YOU KNOW THE KIND OF STUFF ONE WOULD NEED TO KNOW FROM A COURSE LIKE THIS TO MAKE SURE HISTORY DOESNT REPEAT ITSELF. Later in the year we read Warriors Don’t Cry and it went exactly how you’d expect. “Resiliency”. Also worse than you’d expect. The teacher victim blamed the author, a real ass person writing about real fucking events, for almost being assaulted at a young age. And though we focused more on the systems of oppression, thankfully, we also watched and interview with the little rock nine and some of the people who harassed them in school, and one of them, a white woman, said the n word and refused to apologize. and this teacher defended her???? On another occasion we had a lesson about feminism and we read some of Sojourner Truth’s writing, and she interpreted it as solely being about womanhood and not race - and when I tried to talk about how race is an important factor in the message of one of the speeches, the teacher called my parents. We also read books about the holocaust and this teacher was surprisingly respectful throughout the whole thing. No victim blaming, no talk of resilience, nothing.

I had talked to her about all of this before. We knew each other from the newspaper, and it even seemed like I was her favorite student. She would not budge. Sometimes she even made the argument that I was smarter than the other kids, that I cared more than the other kids, that I would notice these things and care about them but other kids wouldn’t and I should just shut up because nobody understands me because i’m just so smart. which made me fucking pissed. i don’t care any more than the other kids who told you stories of being harassed and ridiculed at 8:30 am on a weekday so that the whole class could excercise their freedom of speech. i’m not any smarter than the other kids who cited countless examples of the atrocities this country committed against people of color to you who you didn’t listen to. in fact, i’m not even that smart. i’d say i’m kind of an idiot. and i want to be an idiot, because then i’m not put on a pedestal to push other people down.

This happened two years ago so i don’t exactly remember the order in which these next three events happened.

Since during these talks sometimes i’d start to cry, in may my french teacher asked me if i wanted to transfer to her homeroom and i did. It was a lot better there.

Around this time about eight of the kids from my old homeroom went to the principal to talk about this teacher and how her class made them feel unsafe.

Anyway, my backpack is very heavy. I usually have a lot of books in there, until this year I used five subject notebooks, I never clean out my folders and I brought a laptop as well. Even with all this though, my backpack always ends up being heavier than I expected.

So, one day my anger toward this teacher boiled over. On my way out of english class, when she went to say goodbye to me, I shoved her to the side with my backpack. It turns out that broke her hip, and she was out of school for two weeks. When she came back she said she had almost died in the hospital. She also announced her retirement, and that she was going to go and “end racism”, ironically. She knew I was the one who hit her, but she didn’t say anything about that. I was still her favorite, apparently. It left a bad taste in my mouth that she still thought of me like this. Eventually I graduated from that school and I haven’t seen her since.

tldr: A teacher of mine was racist and making a lot of the kids in the class feel unsafe, and she tried to keep me from arguing with her about it, so I hit her with my backpack and broke her hip, almost killing her.

AITA???

What are these acronyms?