#and they were STILL fake smiling at me and said I'm free to join. so I was like. okay gals listen up.

[kindafooey]

Had a bit of a xenophobic moment just now lmao

[lnfours]

Heyy love, congrats on 12K!! 🩰 could you please do no. 15 from prompt list 2 for Lando, fluff definitely but it later leads to smut? idk i love your writing, write whatever you feel best :)

thank you, love! i've been waiting for someone to submit #15 i'm so excited! i hope you like it <3

prompt #15: fake dating, but having to kiss in front of the family!! "do you trust me?" "i do, [name]" followed by THE KISS

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"lando, that's the stupidest thing i've ever heard." you replied to the man sitting on your couch. the man who had texted you and asked if he could come over to ask you something, and now you were wishing you had told him no.

"please," he begged, "it's just for the weekend and i can't show up by myself, i'll look so lame."

"i mean, you're asking me to be your fake girlfriend for you, but what's in it for me?" you asked, arms crossing over your chest.

he hummed, thinking of something, "free paddock passes for a year?"

you raised your eyebrows, "really?"

"if you agree, then yes."

"alright, fine," you sighed, being caught off by him jumping up from the sofa and wrapping his arms around you in tight, appreciative hug, "you're so lucky i'm a good friend."

and that's how you found yourself here, standing in the middle of the reception venue, his arm linked with yours as he introduced you to his hometown friends.

the dj's voice sounded over the outro of the song he had been playing, the tune changing to a slower song, "the bride and groom would like to invite all the couples to the dance floor for a dance."

lando leaned down to your ear, the arm that was linked with yours now moving to place his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the dance floor, "c'mon,"

you smiled at the friends of his you had met, bidding them a wave as you let him lead you to the middle of the floor. his hand found your waist, yours wrapping around his neck, hands conjoined at the side as your bodies slowly moved to the song.

"your friends are nice," you smiled, "not sure why they hang around you, though."

he chuckled, "ha ha, very funny."

you laughed softly, watching his eyes dance around your face. yours did the same, giggling softly when he lifted his hand towards the ceiling, spinning you in place.

"have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he asked, a smile still on his lips.

"about four times," you chuckled, "but i'm not opposed to hearing it again."

"well, it's true," he said, "you look stunning."

you smiled, eyes meeting his green ones that you couldn't help but notice had an extra sparkle in them, "you look good too, lan."

he was still smiling, but he looked out at the crowd around them. seeing the different couples you were surrounded with share smiles and quick kisses. his heart dropped, in order to really sell this, he'd have to kiss you.

you saw the expression on his face change, your eyebrows furrowing, "what's wrong?"

he licked his lips, meeting your concerned eyes before taking a deep breath, "i think we have to kiss."

your eyes widened, "sorry, what?"

"all the other couples are kissing," he said, "i mean, we don't have to if it'll make you uncomfortable, but i think it'd look weird if we were the only couple who didn't."

you took a deep breath, nodding, "okay,"

"hey," he said softly, lowering his head to meet your eyes, "do you trust me?"

you nodded, "i do, lando."

"good." he said, moving the hand that was placed on your waist up to your cheek, cupping it in his palm. he leaned in, the smell of his cologne taking over your senses as his lips met yours. you kissed him back, your lips moving in sync.

he pulled away, lips swollen as your forehead rested against his. he smiled, "see? perfect."

you chuckled softly before he spoke again, "can we do that again?"

you laughed a little louder, leaning back in towards his lips nonetheless, “right now?"

"right now." he nodded, leaning down and kissing you again.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Obsessed - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 2

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1

Summary: You help Ethan get revenge on his ex that made his life hell.

Contains: Angst, Mentions of abusive behavior, Fluff-ish? idk, Oral - m and f receiving, rough sex, dom!-ish Ethan (If I missed anything, let me know!)

A/N: I SUCK because I've had this almost finished for TWO DAYS and I thought I was going to have the time to finish it. Also, if there are any spelling errors or whatever, I'm sorry😫 If I re-read something I've written too much I start to criticize it and this would've never gotten posted lmao

After your night with Ethan, you woke up determined to right the wrongs that your friends’ narrative created. You felt bad for him, because he was the sweetest, and he didn’t deserve all the hate he got from people that had no idea what the truth was. And the last thing you wanted was for the boy you were starting to fall for to change his mind and decide on transferring to a different school, even after he told you he’d stay.

Your friend kept texting you all night, so much that you finally had to put your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ just so you could get some sleep. Once you clicked on her message thread and had to scroll a few times to read all the stuff she’d sent you, you got an idea when you made it to the last text she’d sent.

‘How could you do that when it’s obvious I still have feelings for him?’

“Oh shit,” you said, rereading the message a couple times. “That’s it!”

You were about to text Ethan when you saw the ‘Good morning’ text he’d sent you, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you messaged him back.

You: Good morning

You: What are you doing today?

Ethan: I’m going to lunch with my friends soon, wanna join?

You: I wouldn’t be imposing?

Ethan: Not at all. Plus, I really want to see you

You: Where am I meeting you guys?

Ethan: You think I’m going to let you walk there by yourself?

Ethan: Meet me in front of your dorm in an hour

You: See you soon

When you walked outside, you saw Ethan leaning against the brick wall of your dorm. You ran up to him, a huge smile on your face as he pulled you close.

“Hey cutie,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “How did you sleep?”

“I wish I slept a lot better,” you sighed, “Your ex was texting me all night.”

“Oh…why?” he asked, as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Someone told her I was kissing you at the party last night,” you said, his eyes growing wide at your words.

“What did she say?” he asked as he started to walk, leading the way towards the restaurant.

“That I betrayed her, that you’re going to hurt me just like you hurt her, and that she still has feelings for you.”

“Well, she can choke on her feelings,” he bluntly said, as you started to laugh. “I’m serious. She’s made my life hell.”

“I think I might know how to make things better for you, but I don’t know if you’ll like my idea,” you said, as he curiously looked over at you.

“What are you thinking?”

“What if you asked her to hang out? Like, just say that you miss her and you want to see her. Then you call her out on her bullshit, but record the conversation,” you said, as Ethan took a deep breath. “I can think of something else if you don’t want to be around her.”

“No, I think it’s a good idea,” he said, “I’m not sure if I can fake being nice to her, though. What if I see her and I just blow up on her?”

“I think you can do it,” you said, your thumb rubbing against the top of his hand. “Just think, you get her to confess that everything she’s said about you wasn’t true, and your life can go back to normal.”

“Normal sounds nice,” he said, glancing up to notice all the people looking at him. “I felt like I was invisible in high school. Now I can’t get people to stop staring at me.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re so cute,” you said, half-joking as you smiled at him. “I’m finding it hard to stop staring at you.”

“Stop, you’re going to make me blush,” he said, his free hand running across his face as he tried to compose himself from your flirting. “I think they’re staring right now because I’m with someone as beautiful as you.”

“Who’s making who blush now?” you asked, as he opened the restaurant door for you.

He led you over to the table where his friends were, introducing you to them as you sat down. You recognized Chad from the night before, and Ethan was just praying that he wouldn’t say something embarrassing.

“It’s nice to officially met you,” Chad said, “Ethan hasn’t shut up about you all morning.”

Ethan sighed in defeat as he looked over to his friend, “Seriously?”

“What? It’s true,” Chad shrugged, “He told me you convinced him to stay, which I’ve been trying to do for months.”

“I think things are about to get a lot easier for him,” you said, as Ethan smiled.

“She’s a genius,” he said, wrapping his arm around you. “Apparently my ex still has feelings for me. Fuck, I need to text her.” Ethan slid his phone out of his pocket and unblocked her number, before typing. “Does this sound okay?” he asked, showing you the ‘I miss you. can we talk?’ text.

“As long as you don’t actually miss her, then yeah,” you said, as Ethan started to laugh.

“Fuck no,” he said, as he pressed send.

“Wait…if she still has her feelings, why would she spread all those rumors?” Tara asked, as Mindy jumped in the conversation.

“She doesn’t want anyone else to have him.”

“That’s fucked up,” Chad said, as Ethan’s phone vibrated against the table.

Ethan looked over to you before he picked his phone up. You could tell he was nervous, you were, too.

“She asked me what I’m doing tonight,” he sighed, “She wants me to take her to dinner.”

“Do you feel comfortable with that?” you asked, his expression unreadable.

“Do you feel comfortable with that?” he questioned, “You know how she is. She’ll probably try to be affectionate.”

“I’ll kill her,” you said with a straight face as Ethan started to laugh. “I’m serious…if she touches you, she’s dead.”

“Ooh, what if we stake out at the restaurant,” Tara suggested, “We sit far enough away, but we can still see what’s going on.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Ethan sighed, “I could only imagine what she’d say once she finds out it’s all bullshit. What if she says I put my hands on her or something?”

“You’ll have witnesses. I’ll come,” Chad said, as Mindy agreed to come along, too.

“Okay, I’m meeting her at 7,” he said, as his hand rubbed against your leg under the table.

Once everyone finished eating, you and Ethan were invited over to Tara’s. Ethan had other plans though, asking you if you wanted to go to his dorm for a little bit first. You agreed, because you wanted to spend alone time with him before he had to meet with his ex.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me going out with her tonight?” Ethan asked, once you’d made it back to his dorm. “I haven’t even taken you on our first date yet, and I’m taking her on one. It doesn’t feel right.”

“I’m okay with it as long as you don’t get sucked back in,” you said, a nervous smile playing on your lips as you sat down on his bed. “She’s good at convincing.”

“I won’t,” he promised, as he took a seat beside you. “The only one sucking me in is you.”

“Do you know what you’re going to say to her?” you asked, trying to fight the blush that was spreading to your cheeks.

“Well, I thought I’d start the conversation with the ‘I’m happy you wanted to see me’ and go from there. I think I’ll bring up the rumors and stuff after we start eating,” he sighed. “I hope she doesn’t deny it.”

“Just say you won’t give her another chance unless she admits it, because I told you she was the one spreading everything about you,” you suggested, as he shook his head.

“I’m not throwing you under the bus like that.”

“She’s already pissed at me. Why does it matter?” you asked, “Because honestly, she’s not my friend, not if she’s that shitty of a person. I don’t care what she thinks about me.”

“What if she starts shit about you, too?” he questioned, making you scoff.

“What can she say about me? Everyone will know she’s a liar after tonight.”

You talked with Ethan for a while about the right things to say and do, and as the hours started to pass, he was getting really stressed. He laid back on the bed and pulled you close to cuddle.

“We should probably go to Tara’s soon,” he said, as his fingertips rubbed across your back. With the lack of sleep from the night before, you were starting to feel really drowsy with the soothing motions. “Fuck, I’m so worried that I’ll just snap once I see her. I feel myself getting angrier.”

“You have every right to feel that way,” you said, as your hand rubbed across his stomach. “But I might know I way for you to release some of that tension.”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, already having a hunch with the suggestiveness in your tone. You didn’t say anything as your hand traveled lower, running over the slight bulge in his jeans. You felt him getting harder the longer you rubbed, his hips shifting as he tried to get comfortable.

You sat up to look at him before your hand reached up to the button of his jeans. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last night,” you said, your eyes on his as you slid his zipper down. “No one’s ever made me cum as hard as you did.”

You started to tug on his jeans as he lifted his hips, making it a little easier for you to get them down.

“Do you want me to make you cum right now?” he asked, as you laughed and shook your head.

“No, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” you said, sliding his boxers down. He gasped the second his cock sprang free from the confines of his boxers, your hand moving to lazily stroke it as he watched you, his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I’ve been dying to do this.”

With his size, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fit all of it in your mouth, but you were determined to make him feel so good that the only thing he thought about on his fake date with your friend was you. You started with his tip, your tongue swirling around it. You paid extra attention to the underside the head of his cock because he kept gasping every time your tongue brushed against it. Then you slowly started to take him in your mouth, as his hand went to your hair.

“Fuck,” he sighed, as he watched you. He thought you were always beautiful but seeing you like this made him even more attracted to you. Your eagerness to please him just like he took care of you the night before showed him how down for him you really were, and the way that you thought of a plan to help him get his life back to normal had him falling for you harder than he expected to, at least this soon.

Once you started to gag, his hand that was resting loosely in your hair started to pull it a little, the feeling making you moan around him. You just kept going, the drool from all your gagging starting to drip down his cock. You reached your hand up to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, as your cheeks hollowed and how head started to bob.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned once your hand started to twist a little. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His praise motivated you even more, your head moving quicker as he struggled to keep quiet. Not that he needed to be, but he had so many different sounds threatening to slip past his lips. He was fighting to keep his hips still. It was taking everything in him to not thrust into your mouth. You noticed that he was holding back, so you pulled away, your hand still moving as you looked at him. Your eyes were glassy from all the tears that formed, your lips were swollen, and Ethan was just so in awe of you.

“You don’t have to just lay there,” you said, the slight rasp in your voice from all the gagging quickly becoming his new favorite sound. “I can take it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, as you mumbled a “Mhm.”

You took him back in your mouth, and it didn’t take long for his hips to thrust. Your hand kept you from taking more than you could handle, but you were still gagging so much. Every time your throat tightened; Ethan felt himself getting closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his hand tugging on your hair as his hips stuttered.

You glanced up to see him as his orgasm hit. His eyes were fluttering as the salty liquid coated your taste buds, his head rolling back. The grip he had on your hair loosened as you slowed down, before you slid him out of your mouth.

“How was that?” you asked, as he tore his gaze away from the ceiling to look at you. He had a goofy smile on his face as his hands reached out to grab you and pull you close.

“That was perfect, babe,” he said, as he started to get a little curious. “How’d you get so good at that?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” you playfully said, as he chuckled. “We really should go to Tara’s.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking if you guys go to the restaurant early, she would be less likely to see you,” he said, as his hands started to rub your back again.

“We better go now, because you’re going to make me fall asleep,” you said, pushing yourself off his chest.

Once you made it to Tara’s, Ethan was way calmer than he was before. You knew the plan would work, but now you had more confidence that he’d be able to keep his cool. When everyone said they were ready to go, Ethan wrapped his hands around your waist from behind you. You turned to face him, a sweet smile on your lips as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he said, as you curiously looked at him.

“For what?”

“For being amazing,” he said, stealing one more kiss as Mindy fake-gagged in the background.

“Okay, if we’re going to make it to the restaurant before them, we need to go now,” she said, as you hesitantly pulled away from Ethan.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, following Ethan’s friends out the door.

Once Ethan and his ex made it to the restaurant, you could feel the jealousy building. You saw the simple touches against his arm, the flirty smile on her lips. You felt your blood start to boil as you huffed and turned your attention to his friends.

“You okay?” Tara asked, noticing the pissed expression on your face.

“She was touching him,” you said, glancing back over to see them seated at the table.

“You really like him, huh?” Chad asked, as you felt your cheeks start to heat up.

“Yeah,” you said, your angry expression turning into a smile as you thought about Ethan.

“He really likes you too,” Tara said, as Chad nodded.

“Yeah, I told you, he wouldn’t shut up about you this morning.”

Everyone kept glancing towards Ethan’s table, but you were trying so hard not to. You just wanted to focus on eating the food in front of you, even though you didn’t have much of an appetite. You didn’t want to see him doing what he could to get the confession out of her, but once Mindy mumbled “Oh shit.” you finally looked up.

“Are they arguing?” Tara asked, as Chad nodded.

“He looks pissed.”

You watched your friend try to grab Ethan’s hand on the top of the table, but he pulled it away before he stood up. He searched the restaurant for the table that you were at before he walked over.

“I got her confession. Let’s go, babe,” he said, as you stood up. He took your hand in his before he turned to Chad. “I’ll send you money for her food. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, we’ll leave soon. You want to come back to Tara’s?” Chad said, as Ethan shrugged.

“Not right now, I need to blow off some steam.”

Your heart started to pound, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach as he walked with you. You weren’t sure how he wanted to let out his aggression, but you really hoped that it’d be in his bed. He led you out of the restaurant, your hand in his. Once your friend saw, she jumped up from the table and followed you outside.

“Hey,” she said, grabbing your shoulder after she caught up to you.

“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, turning to face her.

“What the fuck was all of this?” she asked, as Ethan tried to pull you away. “Honey, he doesn’t want you if he asked me out tonight.”

“Honey, he asked you out tonight so you’d confess to all the fucked up things you’ve said about him,” you yelled, your words full of venom as she started to laugh.

“Aww, are you trying to get people to believe that he isn’t some asshole?” she asked, and your hands involuntarily clenched at your sides. You were furious with the smug look on her face and the snarky tone. “Good luck trying to prove it.”

“I’ll prove it,” Ethan said, as he started to play back the video so she could hear it. Her face dropped, before she tried to grab his phone from his hands.

“Aww, are you worried everyone’s going to find out how much of a lying bitch you are?” you asked, your tone matching hers as she started to get mad. “You can’t just fuck up someone’s life and get away with it.”

Your conversation with her wasn’t quiet, and people started to gather around. They were probably anticipating the altercation to get physical, but you refused to give everyone that satisfaction.

“You really are a shitty friend,” she said, making you scoff.

“You’re a shitty person! You spread so much shit about Ethan that wasn’t true. How the fuck do you sleep at night knowing you’ve been ruining his life all year?”

“He shouldn’t have broken up with me,” she snapped, “But it’s okay. You aren’t what he really wants. It’s cute that you think you’ll ever compare to me.”

“That’s the reason I am interested in her!” Ethan yelled, “She’s nothing like you! You told everyone I was controlling, that I was mentally and emotionally abusive. That’s what YOU were!”

She was about to say something, when she glanced around and noticed all the people with their phones out, pointed at her. You noticed some of the girls that you’d heard talk about Ethan staring at the ground, disappointed in themselves that they helped spread the rumors. Some of the guys that had gathered around shook their heads at her.

“That’s fucked up,” one of the guys said, before one of the girls jumped in.

“Yeah, you’re going to make all of us seem like we’re lying if something happens to us. That really is fucked up.”

You looked over to Ethan, your eyes wide as he tried to fight a smile from forming on his lips. He saw her little reign of terror crumbling, and it was so satisfying to watch.

She suddenly felt the urge to save face, walking over to Ethan. He backed away from her as she sighed in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Ethan,” she said, as he started to laugh.

“You’re only sorry because people know who you really are now,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You don’t care that you fucked this whole year up for me. All you cared about was making sure no one else wanted me, but how funny is it that one of your friends does?”

“Oh, we’re not friends,” you said, looking over at her. “Good luck finding someone here that wants to be with you after what you did to him.”

Ethan grabbed your hand to lead you away from her, as she stood there in the awkward tension. Once you and Ethan made it a block away, you both started to laugh.

“Maybe I didn’t need to record the conversation with her,” he said, “Almost everyone recorded that shit just now.”

“I’m happy for you, babe,” you said, as he leaned down to kiss you. It wasn’t a quick peck like you expected, your mouths moving together as you made out on the sidewalk.

“It was so hot watching you stand up to her like that,” he said against your lips once you pulled away to catch your breath. “Let’s go to my dorm. Chad’s going to Tara’s.”

“And what would we do?” you asked, a smirk playing on your lips as he smiled.

“I think celebratory sex is the perfect way to end tonight, followed by you staying over once I tell Chad he can’t come home.”

Once Ethan got you back to his dorm, he unbuttoned the jeans you were wearing the second you slid your shoes off your feet.

“Someone’s eager,” you giggled, as he led you to the bed.

“You have no idea,” he said, pushing you back.

Your legs were hanging off the side of the bed as he pulled your jeans and panties down your legs, the aggressiveness of it making you more wet than you already were. He dropped to the floor, sitting on his knees as he moved your legs to rest on his shoulders. He started with small licks to your clit, teasing you a little just so he could make you squirm. Your legs resting on him pulled him closer once he wasn’t giving you what you needed. He chuckled against you before he started to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, just like that,” you said, your hand moving to rest in his curls.

His hands grabbed your hips to pull you even closer to his mouth, a squeal slipping past your lips once you felt your ass hanging off the bed.

“I won’t let you fall, baby,” he said, before his tongue went back to your clit.

You felt two of his fingers brushing against your entrance, a low moan falling out of your mouth once he slid them inside of you. You glanced down to look at him and saw his eyes on you. He couldn’t stop watching the way your chest started to rise and fall quicker and all the cute little faces you were making.

He started to angle his fingers just right, pressing them against the spongy spot inside of you as he suckled on your clit. Your hand pulled his hair, the other one gripping at the sheets as your moans got louder.

You felt that feeling starting to build, your body getting hotter as he pressed his fingers even harder.

“Oh shit,” you whimpered, as he sucked harder on your clit. “Cumming.”

Your back arched off the bed as the legs around Ethan’s shoulders clenched around him, holding him in place as he kept fucking you with his fingers. He slowed down a little once your pussy started to spasm, the loud whines falling from your lips echoing off the walls as he worked you through it.

Once your body relaxed, he slid his fingers out of you, and gave your clit a few more gentle licks before he rolled you over, your wobbly legs trying to stabilize themselves as your feet rested against the floor. You were still so blissed out, your senses still on overdrive as you heard the sound of his zipper getting slid down. After he took off his jeans and boxers, you waited in anticipation as he walked over to his nightstand to grab a condom. Once he came back over to you, he ran his hands over your ass that was proudly sticking up in the air for him.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he chuckled as he rolled the condom on.

He inched himself inside of you, soft moans slipping past your lips as he filled you up. When he stilled inside of you, he ran his hands over your hips as his cock stretched you out.

“You can move now,” you said, your voice muffled by his bed sheets.

He started off with slow, deep thrusts. He slid his cock out of you every time, his breathing getting heavier every time the tip went in and out of your entrance. Your hips started to move back to meet his slow thrusts, but he pulled back even further.

“Please, baby,” you begged, as you heard him chuckle from behind you.

“How bad do you want it?” he asked, as his hands moved from your ass to grip your hips. You huffed in response, as he slowed down even more. “If you want me to give you what you want, you better tell me.”

“I want it so fucking bad,” you pouted, as he smirked at how needy you were.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Before you could say anything else, he started to pound into you. He was pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts, your legs tingling as you struggled to hold yourself up. You were clinging to his sheets, whimpers flooding out of your mouth as he slammed into that spot every single time.

“So fucking tight,” he grunted, as you moaned in response.

Ethan had gone absolutely feral, one of his hands snaking under you to pull you back against him as he fucked up into you. He was squeezing at one of your breasts over your shirt as his other hand kept pulling your hips down.

“Are you mine?” he growled in your ear, this new side of Ethan turning you on more than you already were. You were trying so hard to form words, but they wouldn’t come out. The sounds of your wet pussy and skin slapping were filling the room as you felt the coil in the pit of your stomach getting tighter. “Are you too cock drunk to answer me?”

You nodded your head as he laid you back on the bed, your hands grasping at the sheets again as he fucked you even harder. Your whimpers were turning to cries as your legs started to shake, your orgasm taking over your body so strong that you swore you were going to black out from how good it felt.

“Almost there, baby,” he said, your pussy squeezing him so tight that he felt like he could bust at that feeling alone. After a few more deep thrusts, he moaned out, his cum filling the tip of the condom. He caught his breath for a minute before he slid out of you, smiling at the way your body was relaxed on his bed.

“I am,” you said, after he got rid of the condom and helped you get the rest of your body up on the bed.

“You’re what?” he questioned, as he laid down and pulled you close.

“I’m yours.”

After that night, your former friend only lasted a couple weeks at the university once everyone realized how she really was. She switched to online classes until she transferred to a college closer to her and Ethan’s home town. Your relationship with Ethan got more serious that he was bringing you home for the holidays. You were taking all these cute little photos in front of one of the light displays when you saw her with someone you assumed to be her new boyfriend, but she quickly walked away with him the second she saw you and Ethan.

“You think she’s going to do the same shit to him that she did to me?” he asked, wrapping his arm around you as you walked along the path of lights.

“No, I think she learned her lesson.”

[ripleylove]

The light of the group.

requested by: @princessthatcantfuckingsleep saying: Omg hiiiii I love Ur writing 🩷🤍idk if you do The Judgment day x reader [platonic] BUT IF YOU DOOOOcan you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close with The Judgment day as she's in the group, but she's like a more bubby/girly add on ,but one day Somone makes fun of her for standing out so much/being different than the rest of the group and she gets kinda insecure about it?Like just some platonic comfort ISTG I LUV IT SM, IF YOU DO THIS TYSMMM🤍🩷

pairing: the judgement day x fem reader (platonic)

genre:angst,comfort

summary: Shayna decides to make you feel insecure, but Rhea,Dom,Damian and Finn are here to tell you otherwise.

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Well,let's say that you were kinda different from the judgment day.

They were dark,serious and intimidating, while you were the exact opposite: you were bubbly,optimistic and girly.

You stood out from the faction,because you were young and happy,and this was never a problem to you and to the members of the judgment day.

They loved you for being yourself,the light that contrasted with the darkness of the group.

The five of you always had the best fun together, and,in the ring, you all were unstoppable.

Until,during Monday Night Raw,you heard Rhea and Shayna Baszler talking backstage.

"I don't think she fits the group really well," Shayna mumbled to Rhea, "She's just so different,why did you even let her join?" Shayna said with an annoying tone,while Rhea was starting to get irritated.

"Listen,Shayna, i really love you and all but her difference from us and the reason why she joined are none of your business. So please,shut the fuck up." Rhea answered with a sarcastic smile,while getting up to do her entrance for a promo.

You hurriedly ran off,trying not to get caught,but you were stopped by Shayna's hand gripping strongly your arm. You tried to break free,but you weren't as strong as her.

"So,listen to me,for once and for all. You do not belong here and in the judgment day,get this in your head. You do not fit that faction and you must leave. You,a clingy and annoying good for nothing,stole my place in the judgment day. I hope they make you leave,because you don't deserve to be in that faction and in WWE at all. Got it?"

Her cruel words felt like daggers in your heart. Did you really not belong with them? Do they want you to leave? Are they faking it all because they're waiting you to leave?

Tears started to flow,and Shayna finally let go of you.

You started to ran,with no destination at all,just trying to get away from there as soon as possible,until Damian saw you.

"Princesa! Wait! What's happening?" He shouted while chasing behind you.

Your breath was shaky and your nose was blocked form all the snot that formed while you were crying,so you started to slow down.

Damian took advantage of this,and he catched up to you,holding your arms.

"Y/N,what happened to you? Did something happen? Did someone hurt you? Tell me,mi amor." He said softly after he noticed your tear stained cheeks and your red face.

"You come here just because you're pitying me right? Because you all want me to leave!" You chuckled,while tears were still flowing down your eyes.

"What?" Damian was confused: why did you even think about that?

"Oh,you know well what I'm talking about. You all want me to leave because I don't fit the standards of the judgment day and because I'm annoying. Right?"

...

"What the fuck?" Damian started, "Who told you that?" He asked,but he didn't even give you time to answer.

"Listen,amorcito,everything you said is completely wrong. What's the problem of being different? We love you the same,and your talent is unmatched. Do you think we would fake all the laughs,the hugs and the tears? Who told you that?"

Your lips started to wobble again,and Damian quickly pulled you in his embrace. "We love you,Y/N. Never doubt about that. Without you we would be like a puzzle that missed a piece,you're special to us. Do you want me to call the others so we can cuddle all together?" He asked with a soft tone,and you nodded,wanting to feel the comfort of your best friends.

After almost 5 minutes,you could see Rhea,Finn and Dominik running towards you. "Baby! We're here now." Rhea almost instantly hugged you tight,comforting you in one of the best ways.

"Damian told us what happened. We love you,lass,don't even think otherwise. You're the missing piece of our puzzle,you make us feel complete." Finn said while carefully stroking your hair,and Damian quickly exclaimed: "That's what I told her too!"

"The husbands are telepathic again." Rhea said while teasingly rolling her eyes,causing the five of you to giggle.

"Dulceza,did you think about those bad things by yourself,or somebody told you that?" Dom asked while stroking your cheeks.

You just mumbled "Shayna",not even wanting to remember the moment.

"Puta",Damian said under his breath.

"Oh,she's gonna pay for this" Rhea said,but she got interrupted by Finn.

"Okay okay we got it,we're gonna let her pay for what she did but first let's eat something!"

"CHICKEN TENDERS!!!!!!" Dom excitedly exclaimed, with his eyes lighting up.

So you really do belong there.

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[lionlena]

Headcanon: If Teresa tried to get Marcus back after years... (MarcusPikexf!reader)

Teresa couldn't believe it. She just got off the train and saw him.

Marcus Pike, her ex-fiancé, stood at the same train station.

She hadn't seen him in almost eight years, but he didn't seem to have aged at all and somehow he looked even better. Teresa smiled broadly.

"Marcus! Oh my god! What a meeting!"

Marcus grimaced slightly, but she didn't seem to notice because she hugged him tenderly.

This made him feel awkward and he took a step back.

"Umm… Hi, Teresa."

"That's really amazing, how are you?" Before Marcus could open his mouth, she already started talking: "I divorced Jane three years ago, it turned out he was cheating on me. Now I'm alone."

Marcus took this information very indifferently and looked at his watch, then at Teresa, who was looking at him as if she was waiting for something. But since he didn't say anything, she took the initiative again.

"Maybe we should go for coffee?"

Marcus wanted to laugh. What was she counting on? That during those eight years, he did nothing but wait for her.

"Listen, Teresa, we probably won't go for coffee."

She looked at him surprised but didn't give up.

"Maybe we can just exchange phone numbers. We don't have to go for coffee." She winked at him. "We can go for a drink."

Marcus tried to be polite and forced a smile, but even Teresa could tell that it was a fake smile. She also noticed that he was constantly looking at his watch.

"Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?" She asked sweetly and blinked her eyes.

She was starting to feel a little frustrated that her charms weren't working on him like they used to.

Before he could answer, he finally saw you and a real big smile appeared on his face.

"Actually, I was waiting for someone." He glanced casually at Teresa, his eyes focused on you, on your beautiful, round pregnant belly, and on the little six-year-old boy running towards him and screaming, "Daddy!"

Marcus said a quick and curt "Sorry" to Teresa. But it was obvious that he wasn't the least bit sorry. He fell to one knee and spread his arms wide.

"Hey, buddy!"

The laughing toddler fell into his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck. Marcus felt a wave of happiness. He stood up holding his son in his arms.

"How was it with your grandparents?"

"I was riding on a pony"

"Wow! You have to tell me everything on the way home."

Teresa was still standing nearby, watching the scene with open eyes. Marcus simply radiated the energy of a perfect dad.

By this time, you had managed to join them. You walked much slower because of your big belly. Marcus immediately kissed you on the lips and used his free hand to tenderly caress your pregnant belly.

"How are my princesses?" He asked with concern.

He hadn't seen you for only three days, and even though he knew your parents would take good care of you, he was furious that he couldn't go with his family due to work.

"All right." You replied with a smile. "We're just hungry."

Marcus chuckled.

"So it's good to have a delicious dinner waiting at home."

"Did you make dinner?"

"Yes, dinner, laundry, and grocery shopping."

Your heart instantly melted and you caressed his cheek tenderly. He was truly the perfect husband.

Teresa grimaced and felt the bitter taste of jealousy in her mouth. This is what she lost. A perfect, caring husband. She finally cleared her throat and that was when you noticed her. You looked at Marcus questioningly. He gave Teresa a blank look and muttered:

"It was nice meeting you, now excuse me… Family duties call."

Before Teresa could get over her shock, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist and started leading you towards the parking lot where he left the car.

You turned back and noticed that the woman looked as if someone had poured stinking water on her.

"Who she was?" You asked out of curiosity.

Marcus shrugged.

"Nobody important."

You weren't going to ask more. You knew your husband and you didn't feel jealous. You knew his eyes were focused only on you.

Yes, I hate Teresa... And writing this made me wildly happy :D

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

Next part: Marcus tells you about his meeting with Teresa...

[goldsbitch]

Hypochondria

part 2

Fate decided to play a little game and set up a disastrous dinner. Pulling heatwaves back and forth to prove that the path to hell is paved by good intentions.

warning: non-linear time line

21:10

"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.

Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?

Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."

Her words got buried in the stare down between Anita and Lando.

"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" she said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.

"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.

"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"

He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.

Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.

"One asks when they want to hear an answer."

20:13

He was not late, right? Only thirteen minutes. It still passed. And judging by the quick glance he gave at the table, Anita brought a friend. She does that often, he had no idea why.

Sometimes he felt like a ghost watching his own life. Just sort of floating around, letting things happen to him. It was easy with his status. Almost like racing was the only time he really cared.

As he walked over to the table, lost in his own head, life gave him a pretty big slap to wake him up. Next to Anita sat the one and only, the one who had haunted his dreams and reality for decades by now. Frozen, as if his blood suddenly decided to start flowing in the opposite direction, he blinked as he watched the two share a laugh while Anita showed something to the girl on her phone. Seamlessly, as if they weren't defying the laws of Lando's universe. It was like that one time when two girls he kissed around the same time found him, having no idea what he had done with the other. Strange panic, excitement laced with guilt. It was that, dialed up to infinity.

A day had barely passed since he first saw the mystery girl in real time. Without giving him any time to absorb that information and decide what to do with it. He was getting angry, everything was going wrong. The painful truth hit him - he would fuck it up anyway. Like he always does. Feeling like a dried piece of fruit, he got back to walking over to the table of doomed dreams.

He had no plan going in. Well, no, he did. But he had about five plans that strongly contradicted each other. But god, destiny did not even give him time to breathe.

12:29

Another car flashed unbelievably fast right next to their station. She watched them with awe and slight terror in her eyes. Funny how the desire for a little thrill in the driver's lives makes them willing to risk it all. She understood this desire, but never shared it. Safe and sound on the ground, that's where she was happy.

Happy was probably overreaching. These past few days were flowing in a blur, somewhat missing her.

It's been only a few weeks since she joined the formula medical team. A strange choice frowned upon by almost anyone in her life. She was just out of school, finished her degree and was set up for a perfect career in some decent hospital. But no, the prospect of waking up everyday at the same place was the definition of horror for her. Her university years felt like torture.

Her free spirit caused few issues in her past relationship. House with a picket fence was not something she considered an option. At least not for another ten years or so.

There she was, sarcastic as ever because how else are you supposed to deal with a chronic pain. Well, pain was an exaggeration. More like muscle fatigue, on occasion sharp pains in random places. Nobody knew why or what caused it. This search for answers was what got her to study medicine at the first place. Still, years after, no answers. So she just lived and hoped not to die randomly one day.

This was the downside, the one she shared with the public. What she did not share, as it seemed not that important, was the irregular waves of pleasure she felt, usually late at night. Self induced orgasms, is what she concluded once she finally experienced one in real life. What was there to complain about? Nice way of spicing up the day without even trying. If it weren't for these, she'd probably be more active in seeking out the real deal. Ever since her break up few months ago, it was a full on dry spell.

She was a little bit lost after school. Formula track was an interesting distraction.

/

Heatwave. It hit hard as the sun blazed into the track, as if the goal was to burn the whole area down. There were many instances of people crashing down and having seek medical attention. A busy day for Y/N. She loved it. Rushing around like a busy bee, helping around and chatting with all those interesting people attending the race. Lots of beautiful people. Some extraordinarily.

In front of Y/N was one of those heavenly looking people. Apparently a girlfriend of one of the drivers. Cheerful looking model, who apologized about seven times for being there. Y/N gave her some magnesium, gave her some advice on how much water she should drink and checked her basic stats.

"You're all good. Make to sure to relax, don't drink any alcohol today and you'll be fine," Y/N ended her examination with a smile.

"You're amazing, thank you! Can I snap a photo of you for my story? I'm happy to tag you," she winked, suddenly looking all better now.

"Thank you...Um, happy to take a photo, but no tags. I have enough stalkers already," she tried to get out of the slightly awkward conversation with a joke that did not land.

"I do too, awful, right?" she replied, in full seriousness. Y/N smiled, hoping a new patient would arrive soon while she let her search for the right light. Few too many snaps and fake smiles later, they both sat in the ambulance nearby the track.

"I think you're free to go. Of course, stay here as long as you feel like you need to," Y/N said to her, while filling a general medical report.

The girl shifted, looking more than fine again. In the corner of the eye, Y/N observed how she kept shifting and looking for her phone.

"Is everything all right?" Y/N asked, unable to stop herself.

"Um, I was sort of hoping my boyfriend would come to pick me up here. It would look really good."

Y/N smiled. "I imagine it would also feel good, right?"

"Yeah," she said, not in a tone that would suggest she felt any butterflies. She looked stiff.

Y/N took a deep breath, not sure why her mouth let those words out. "Whatever happens in the ambulance, stays in the ambulance, you know? Just throwing it out there in case you want to share something..."

A weak smile appeared on her face. A glimpse of realness. After few moments of obviously thinking it through, she allowed herself to speak freely. "Promise you won't tell anything to anyone..."

"I swore an oath one time, I think we can apply that to this situation." The medics were always told to provide excellent service to these people. Sometimes, it involved a little psychology as well.

Anita poured it out like an overflowing mug. "I'd love to be with someone who would drop anything to pick me up when I'm sitting in an ambulance. But, I feel like that's not coming anytime soon. He just...He just does not see me."

It was easy for most people to get raw in the closed safe space of an ambulance. Y/N had already heard many similar stories, despite being on this job for only few weeks.

"Does he make you happy?"

"Um...Not really. The sex is good. And the life that comes with him..." she seemed to loose herself in her thoughts.

"You should trust your gut. It's probably pointing you in the right direction," Y/N replied, trying to not push anything.

"You're probably right. He's the best thing around here, so why complain. Thanks! You're really the best. You sure you don't want to be tagged?" she asked once again.

"Sure, go for it," she said, hoping this would finally get the girl out and gave her the instagram info.

She felt an immense wave of embarrassment as she read the comment about how amazing she was.

//

Lando felt a very familiar stroke of humiliation - well, he did not, but he knew who did anyway. Anxiety was not uncommon.

He was done with practice for the day and was staying behind with the engineers to further analyse. He ignored his phone for a while, only finding out his girlfriend had to go to the medics after she came back to the McLaren garage.

His first thought should have probably not been about a wasted opportunity.

"Hey, sweetheart, how do you feel now?" he said while holding Anita's hand and trying to find traces of her feeling unwell on her face.

She felt a bittersweet punch, obviously him checking up on her while she was gone not passing through his mind.

"Yeah, all good now. We have some good medics over here. I took a photo of them, so hopefully they'll get some boost online."

"Oh, can I have a look?" he said with an obvious interest. She smiled, hoping it was because he cared about her. She gave him her phone and saw him freeze for a moment.

Out of nowhere, he was staring into the eyes he longed to drown in. He never got a look this close at her. Not his girlfriend. The awkward smile he understood as if it was his own. It was like being taken over by a tidal wave. He knew everything about her, except her name. It was all really overwhelming.

20:15

Lando should have connected the dots. Anita was a bubbly friendly person, of course she would invite someone who had helped her, over to dinner, in case he himself does not show up due to some unforeseen circumstances. He sat down, without saying a word. "Oh, you're here, amazing!" Anita greeted him with a light peck on the cheek. Lando almost flinched away, physical contact with her suddenly feeling wrong. He kept his eyes down on the table, all of this being a little too much. "Lando, meet Y/N."

Finally. A name to a face. Strong sense of relief and excitement washed over him. Of course it was that name, it suited her vibe completely. The best name. He finally looked up and locked eyes with her for the first time. She was already looking at him and visibly gulped as finally joined her.

These few seconds before the silence got broken were more like hours. They both studied each other like astronomers who get absorbed by the beauty of a distant comet. One they'd only read about and one that's finally passing the sky in their lifetime.

"And Y/N, this is Lando-"

She knew his face, of course she did. But never paid much attention to it, as he served more like a concept, than an actual person to her. Sitting across from him however brought a sense of understanding. No wonder everyone liked him and many people obsessed over him. He was gorgeous, electric. Y/N was grateful for the table that put a physical barrier between them, as the urge to touch him, to test if he was real, overtaking her brain quickly. Like a siren luring her to jump into endlessly deep waters. She had a hard time believing that she would refuse. Her one and only thought was that a person like that is born once in a century.

Except that's not exactly true. But unbeknownst to her, they were soulmates. She was destined to be eternally delusional about him. He was fated to dance around her until the end of time.

"-my boyfriend."

Anita's words cut through like knife. Both of her dinner partners shifted, as if she had splashed them with cold water, and returned back to reality. A great cloud of guilt sat on the fourth empty chair, which the waiters forgot to take away, invisible to Anita, but smiling evilly at Y/N and Lando. And they hadn't even said a word to each other yet.

part 3

[r0mantic-f00l]

can i request some domestic fluff with sirius!!

so it has been a while! finally back into a writing mood and I now have free time on my hands to write

thank you anon for the request! this is part of my paradise series of sirius but can be read separately <3

Lovesick

Water drops from the sky with a strong force upon the ground, ruining people's plans to relax outside in the warmth.

Yet there's something relaxing about the rain, something that warms your insides and make your lips turn upwards in an everlasting smile.

Or maybe that's the work of Sirius Black.

-☆-

It was your idea to bake brownies and you would have done it by yourself had your boyfriend not insisted in helping you.

Although, he's not much help as he's rather preoccupied with wiping buttercream on your cheeks and staring at you with a puppy-like gaze.

"Siri, could you pass me the whisk?" You ask, holding your hand out expectedly.

Instead of Sirius perfectly understanding what you need and placing it in your hand, he gives you a confused look.

"What's a whisk?"

Your jaw drops.

"You don't know what a whisk is?"

He shakes his head. "No clue."

"You're telling me you've been on this earth for 25 years and you don't know what a whisk is?"

"Yep."

You laugh in disbelief whilst your eyes scan the kitchen for you whisk, finally finding it and picking it up.

"This is a whisk." You show it to him before placing it in the bowl and mixing the ingredients up.

"Oh. It's a weird looking thing."

"That's what I said when I saw you." You mumble, grinning when Sirius places his hand on his chest in faux offence.

"Woah! I did not deserve that!"

You giggle and sneer at him. "Don't be so sensitive, honey."

At that moment, Sirius dips his finger into the bowl and places the mixture on your face, delighting in your shocked expression.

"Don't be so sensitive, darling." He mimics your voice, turning around to fetch a paper towel to wipe the batter off your face.

You glance at the flour, and scoop up the powder within your hands, pouring it over Sirius' head.

He turns around, his mouth hung open and you can't help but laugh.

"I think you're getting dandruff, Siri."

He fake laughs and turns away from you again, rummaging through the cupboards for something in particular.

You watch him, amused at his desperation to beat you in this food fight you didn't even mean to start.

He takes out the whipped cream can and grins at you, walking towards you in such a menacing way that you can't help but run away from him.

You shriek and laugh as he runs after you, but before you can leave the kitchen and close the door behind you, he gets there first and pins you against his chest,  squirting whipped cream on top of your head as he snickers at your attempts to wiggle free from his tight grasp.

"Stop, stop, please! I beg for mercy!" You stand with your back glued to his chest, laughing wildly despite the feeling of cream in your hair.

Sirius relents, smiling widely and joining in with your infectious laughter.

After a moment, you turn your head towards him, laughter dying down into lovesick smiles as you both stare at each other.

"It sucks that you still look beautiful even with whipped cream on your head."

You grin.

"It sucks that you still look handsome as ever with dandruff."

Sirius groans and lets you go, running his fingers through his hair to get the flour out.

"Menace." He grumbles at you.

"I'm the menace? I wasn't the one running around with whipped cream in my hands."

"Yeah but I wasn't the one who started this whole thing."

You smile and place your arms around his shoulders.

"Well maybe you're a bad influence on me."

Sirius grins and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Don't blame me for your bad behavior, you were like this way before we met, I just bring it out of you."

"No, I was a goodie two-shoes before I met you."

"So you're saying that I've basically corrupted you?"

"Yep?"

Sirius smirks and tucks your loose hair behind your ear.

"That's cool."

He kisses you before you have a chance to roll your eyes.

The kiss lasts a moment longed than you thought it would, and you realise what Sirius' intentions are when you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip.

"Mhm, no." You pull away, grinning at the way your boyfriend follows after you.

"We're finishing these brownies."

Sirius sighs and drops his arms from your waist.

"Fine."

You smile and walk back to the brownie batter again, getting a paper towel and whiping the whipped cream from the top of your head.

"I think I need to corrupt you more." Sirius jokes, and is punished with you throwing a towel at him.

-☆-

[gummydummy19]

Hi Gummy😌❤️

since we're talking about kinktober...

How about Sherlock(Henry version) and semi-public sex (or something like voyeurism?)

I'm imagining Sherlock and reader (friends or lovers) are on a case when they are close to being discovered their true identities when Sherlock suggested that they could "make love" to fool the guards in (let's say) this brothel.

they could be faking it (till the vibe becomes too strong) or they are truly in love so they went at it anyway😋

Feel free to change or add to my lil thot😌❤️

OH GOODIE!! I love getting requests and I love love LOVE this idea!

Kinktober day 1: semi-public (Sherlock Holmes x F reader)

Moan

A/N: I must admit I don't really like voyeurism but I really loved the request so I hope I still did it justice <3

Content Warnings: smut, friends to lovers, "let them hear" trope, banter, giggles, fluff, swearing

You didn't have any family. The girls at the factory were your sisters, you all knew each other through and through. So when your friend Rosaly went missing, you knew she counted on you to discover the truth.

The entire country knew of Sherlock Holmes and his incredible detective skills. According to the papers, there wasn't a case he couldn't solve. So you scraped together nearly all your savings and traveled across the country to see him. Sadly, when you arrived at his office on a chilly autumn afternoon you were disappointed to find it empty. With nowhere else to go, you decided to wait it out.

Sherlock Holmes had always been quite the gentleman... and a handsome one at that. He arrived at his office somewhere in the afternoon. He wasn't usually this late, but he was stuck on a case and had indulged himself in one too many drinks the night before, leaving his body tired and his head hurting. However, his headache was quickly forgotten when he noticed a shivering young woman on his office's doorstep.

"Excuse me miss, can I help you?" he asked politely.

"O-oh...I'm s-so sorry...I'm...I n-need..." you shivered

Sherlock took off his big, long coat, wrapping it over your shoulders as he helped you up. "Hush now, little one. Let's get you inside first, shall we?"

Once inside he quickly lit a fire and offered you a hot cup of tea while you told him everything. He agreed to take up the case and after enduring a lot of your begging he agreed to let you join him too.

And thus your adventure with Sherlock began. He offered you the sofa in his office to sleep on and you kept the space tidy and clean for him in return. Surprisingly he found you worked quite well together. You were fearless and smart and on top of that, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

After nearly two weeks of working together, you were finally close to finding out where Rosaly was, through clues that she had left for you.

The puzzle pieces were finally falling together, all you needed was one more piece of information, and according to your last clue, this was where it was supposed to be.

"A brothel?!" You observed as you looked up at the tall building.

There were pink and red lights flowing through the half-closed windows you didn't dare to stare at for too long.

"This is the only address I can find according to those numbers. It has to be here." Sherlock stated.

You took a deep breath. Time to put on your big girl pants.

"Alright. Let's go then," you said, already starting to marsh forward

"Hold on there, little one." he pulled you back by your hips, "You are not coming in there with me."

"What would you have me do then? Stand out here in the dark all by myself?"

You had a good point.

"Fine, but you will do as I say. Understood?"

You rolled your eyes but agreed anyway, joining him as he made his way through the door.

"I need a room," he stated firmly.

"Mister Holmes! Of course!" The lady greeted him with a smile, "I'm sure you don't need an empty room, right?" She joked, "Shall I send up Elisabeth-"

"That won't be necessary." He interrupted quickly. You were sure he was hoping you hadn't caught that, but unfortunately, there was already a jealous twinge spreading in your stomach.

"I brought my own. Just the room will do," he added and then the lady looked you up and down, making a heat surge up your cheeks.

"Sure thing," she replied, looking through her keys, "Only the best for the country's best detective."

She shot you both a wink as she handed him the key and Sherlock quickly took your hand and led you upstairs.

"Go to the room and lock it. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"What are you gonna do?" you asked, a bit worried

"I'll be right back." He repeated before closing the door behind him.

You did as he asked and locked it before silently taking a seat on the bed.

You looked around the room as you nervously toyed with your fingers. The sheets were soft and fluffy. You couldn't help but wonder which secrets they held. Which forbidden sights they had-

*knock knock knock*

You startled for a second until you heard his voice say "Open up..."

You rushed to the door and quickly let him in, locking it again behind him.

"I know where she is."

"What?" you asked, your brain still foggy for everything that was going on

"Rosaly. I know where she is. I know where to find her. We can be with her first thing tomorrow." he spoke again

"I..." You didn't know what to say, so you just did what felt right. You lunged forward and hugged him, whispering a couple "thank you's" as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He was about to say something when a loud knock startled you yet again.

"Everything okay in there?" a male voice yelled.

You looked at him in panic. They must have seen him wander around the place.

"Moan." He said

"W-what?"

"Moan," he repeated

"W-wha...like...like we're m-making love?"

"No, little one" he grinned, "like we're fucking."

You didn't have time to think as Sherlock Swirled you around and pushed you against the wall with a loud thud.

"Moan, NOW!" he growled.

"Ah!" you moaned, earning a grunt from him in response.

"Do it again, louder," he whispered.

"OH!" you moaned again, louder, just like he asked.

"There you go," he praised, "good girl." There was a grin plastered on his face that made you blush.

Two can play this game, you thought.

You pushed him backward making him fall on the bed, earning another loud groan from him as you crawled on his lap.

"Oh, Sherlock!" You moaned passionately, as your eyes fell shut and your hands found his chest "OH yes YES." you couldn't help but giggle at your own theatrics, making your body bounce a little.

You weren't paying enough attention to his face to notice that the grin had melted away the second you straddled him.

"Oh yeah right THERE, please!!!" you tried to contain your laughter when suddenly Sherlock flipped the both of you over making you gasp.

"YEAH? Feels that good?" his voice was lower now and you could feel his bulge press right between your thighs.

Suddenly...it wasn't so funny anymore.

"Cat got your tongue?" He whispered, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"I...I don't...I didn't..."

"Is it me that turned you into a stuttering mess or the fact that you're moaning for an audience?" He teased, pressing kisses down your neck to the swells of your breasts, currently threatening to spill out of your dress as your chest heaved underneath him.

"Sh-Sherlock..." you moaned, in earnest this time.

"Shush Sherlock? Do you wish to silence me, little one?" he grinned devilishly as his hands wandered under your dress, caressing your thighs.

"Oh....please..." you whimpered

"Now now, little one, I know you can be louder than that." he chuckled, fingers toying with your undergarments.

"I n-need..."

"Need what? Huh?" he ripped the fabrics in his way until he finally found what he was looking for. "Ah yes, needy you are indeed, as I have never felt a pussy quite as wet as this one..." he teased

"Come on, little one, tell me what you need."

"you..."

"louder..." he whispered lowly in your ear, teeth grazing the shell of it as he left little nibbles all over.

"you...YOU!"

"That's it!" he groaned as he lowered his pants, teasing your wet opening with the sticky tip of his cock.

"Tell them who's making you feel this good!"

"S-stop..."

"Want me to stop?" he smirked, knowing full well your sentence wasn't finished

'N-no! No, please just...AH FUCK!" you screamed as he entered you bare.

"There you go! Scream like the wanton little harlot you are!"

You didn't know if those words were meant just for you or for the men outside but in the moment you didn't care, as it made you squeeze his hard cock even harder.

"Sherlock! Please...please..." You didn't know what you were begging for, seeing as he was already seethed deep inside you, but somehow begging was all you could.

"Stop teasing..." you managed to get out. He loved how sweet and helpless you looked under him. How you managed to look so kind and innocent while he was balls deep inside you remained a mystery to him. Oh sweetheart..., he thought to himself

"....feels so fucking good..." he groaned, dropping down closer to you as he started to gently pump himself in and out of you.

"O-oh..." you moaned, tangling your fingers in his dark curls.

His hand hadn't left your face, while his other hand went on a mission to find the place where you were currently connected, somewhere between all those layers of fabric.

He tilted his hips, angling them to hit a spot inside you that made your eyes flutter, yet when his fingers finally reached their destination they shot open again.

"SHERLOCK!"

"That's right, princess. Let them know who's fucking you this good!"

He continued to pound into you, but despite his rough words, his actions were surprisingly gentle.

"M'gonna...gonna..." you keened, feeling yourself climb higher and higher.

"What do you need, little one?" he groaned, clearly getting very close to the edge as well.

"Little harder...just a little..." you whined, quietly.

Sherlock obeyed, gently building up his thrusts until he was smacking into your pussy perfectly.

"That's right! Need it harder, huh?" he yelled out loudly again.

"YES YES HARDER" you played along before whispering "Kiss me, please..." Making not only his cock but also his heart swell.

He immediately pressed his lips down onto yours, swallowing your moans while his fingers kept strumming your sensitive pearl.

You came hard around his cock and kept pounding into your clenching pussy perfectly. Your left hand pulled at his hair while your other hand clawed at his back so hard his shirt ripped a little.

Your orgasm triggered his, and he let out a loud groan as he shuttered above you while spilling his hot seed deep inside your womb.

You both lay there, a little out of breath. Sherlock had his head buried in the crook of your neck, where started pressing gentle kisses while you played with his hair and traced invisible lines on his back.

That night you and Sherlock stumbled down the stairs of that brothel equally rosy-cheeked. You in your ripped-up dress, he in his torn shirt. You walked out hand in hand, two dozen pairs of eyes burning holes in the back of your skulls, but neither of you cared, for the passion glowing hot in your chests would outburn them all.

A/N: IM SORRY IF THIS WAS SHIT IM ON MY PERIOD AND IM JUST A BIG SAP IM SORRY I APOLOGIZE IM JUST A GIRL YOUR HONOR.

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Stop, This Is So Embarrassing!

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You would do anything to attend a Formula 1 race week-end. Turns out, your mother's friend worked with the Formula PR team and got you some free passes to the Canada's Grand Prix. You still had to study though :(

Sneek peak: "God, I love when you say my name in french." He confessed right before the bartender gave you two your order. "I love talking to you in french." You said while maintaining the eye contact.

A/N: As a fellow canadian I couldn't be more excited for this week's race! And I still have to study for some exams so... come read a dream piece of my life I guess:) Warning: There is a lot of laughing in this fanfic(sorry in advance).

You were sitting quietly in the place your mom's friend said you could hang. Nothing could bother you there she had said. She had been the kindest human being there could exist. First she had offered you a free pass for the Grand Prix after your mother mentioned you were a huge fan, then she promised you to a private spot where only the drivers were allowed when you told her you needed to multitask and study for your test that was coming. Not one driver was here right now because it was only paddock visiting day and it was a good thing for you not to be distracted. They would only be coming in the afternoon to say hello to the fans. The only reason you were here today was for your mom to catch up with her friend and you took a walk around the track before starting your study session. As expected it was death. Learning all those different things by heart was excruciating, but then you could work in what you loved. It was a huge perk of why you were doing it... no kidding.

"Hello?" Somebody was here and that made your eyes look away from your notes. "I'm sorry to bother you, you look very occupied... but I was wondering if this was the driver's hang out spot?" Lando Norris. You couldn't believe your eyes. That is exactly why you were staring at him like a culprit found guilty. "Hum- Yeah. Yeah! Sorry... I can leave if you're more comfortable without a fan here." You started gathering your stuff only for him to come close to you and lay his hand on your notes. "A fan, huh?" He laughed at your nervous state and you nodded dumb founded. "Well... no. Actually, I would quite like the company. if you don't mind me bothering your...studying?" He sat in the chair in front of yours and that made you sit back down. "Yes. It's studying. And I wouldn't mind at all." You said eagerly, which made the driver laugh even more. You laughed with him this time. "I am so sorry. I tend to be clumsy with my delivering of words." You said looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't apologies, it's refreshing from all the other drivers. They always are too confident in what they say, I believe." You smiled at Lando and he had a confused face. "Wouldn't that make you a cocky speaker too? You are a driver." He laughed once again. "I guess so... But at least I'm not afraid to say I am." You both started laughing like little kids and only stopped when he asked you a question. "So what are you studying? And why here of all places?"

Your conversation seemed to have lasted forever when the one and only Oscar Piastri entered the room. "Hey, Lando!-" he stopped talking when you came in his view. "Who is that?" He asked while walking towards your table. "I just met her. Y-N, meet you know who." You waved shyly feeling like you were not in your place. Oscar simply smiled at you warmingly. "You know who?! You introduce me to your new friend that way?" He shoved Lando's shoulder while taking a chair to sit with you both. "Ouch! She already knows who you are, prick!" he said faking his offense. "Yeah... I am a huge fan of you all." You explained and laughed at their antics. Oscar was impressed. "Us all? No preference? That's the first time I hear that from a fan. Normally girls prefer Charles or Lewis." You laughed at his statement and he joined you. " Oh don't get me wrong, I do have a preference in looks... But to me you work all the same effort to be here and when it comes to the actual race, I support each and everyone one of the drivers." The boys were now interested. You were the nicest fan they had both met and they couldn't get enough of what you had to say next. "Do tell! Who's your racing daddy?" Your face cringed at what Lando had called a F1 crush. "Don't ever say that again, mate." Oscar shared your embarrassment. After an awkward silence you all started laughing. "Oh god. You guys are so kind. I felt so out of place being in the only place you had privacy, but you don't seem to mind. Thank you, I guess." They looked at you and simply nodded. "Well it's not hard to enjoy your company." Lando said smiling at you and you slightly blushed. You were so used to people telling you you were too much so this was the best feeling ever. "If I say it though, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I am a basic one I fear." You exhaled dramatically to joke around. "Stop it! You are a Lewis girl aren't you..." Oscar matched your dramatics. "No... It's Charles for me." Oscar and Lando looked at each other and smiled. "What?" They looked back at you and smirked. "Why do you like him so much? Do tell." You sighed and smiled to yourself. "Well for starters, he speaks french as his first language, like me. Then he is so passionate about everything, his family, racing and so much more, from what the internet shows me at least. And it helps that he is like really good looking. Charles Leclerc for the win... I can't believe I am talking to Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri about this, God!" Your laugh got stopped by a familiar voice. The one you listened to more times you'd like to admit after each race.

"I like how you say my name. Thank you by the way, you really did me good." Your eyes grew tenfold when you realized who heard you talking like this. "Oh mon dieu. (Oh my god.)" You hid behind your hands while the boys in front of you broke out in the loudest laughter. "I am so sorry. God, this is so embarrassing!" You said and felt your cheeks redden. "Y-N, don't be like this. Charles was just teasing you... Get out of there." Lando said between giggles. When you took your hands off your face, you saw how close Charles had gotten. "And who might this Y-N be?" Charles said looking at you. "Hey... I'm simply a random fan-" "She's not random. Don't be modest... She is amazing! We've been talking for the past hour and I am about to ask her her instagram." Oscar said while getting his phone out from his back pocket. "Really?!" You asked surprised. Lando also got his phone out to get your instagram handle. "Of course. We're practically besties after what you confessed." Lando joked and you laughed, again. "Way to make an impression. Can I sit here?" You angled your face towards the Ferrari driver now even closer to you than before. You soon realized he was talking about the chair right beside you. "Don't be shy." You told him with a warm smile and he laughed. "That's rich coming from the woman who just hid behind her hands." He sat down and chuckled. "I guess you're right." You giggled along. And that is when Charles looked directly in your eyes. "So what is it?" You broke your gaze from Charles' and looked at Lando. "I'm sorry, what?" The drivers all laughed. "I think they want your instagram account. Ne les fait pas attendre, ça serait cruelle!(Don't make them wait, it would be cruel!)" He dramatized his sentences which made you smile like a little kid. "Oh yeah... Sorry, here." You took your phone out and showed them your account. "No way! You are studying in (your choice of study)!" They all looked at what Oscar was showing from your profile and Charles got his phone out. "This is so cool!" Lando exclaimed. "You were studying for that weren't you? You nodded and blushed from all the attention you were receiving.

You continued talking for a while longer before they all received a message saying it was time for them to go make their entrance for the week-end. "Oh I completely forgot we had that! So sorry Y-N... I hope we can see you again this week-end! I'll text you the info and put you in the guest list for our parties this race week-end. If that's okay with you of course?" Oscar explained while they all got up. "Are you crazy? Who would pass up the opportunity to party with F1 drivers that know how to make someone feel welcomed?! Count me in!" They all smiled. "Perfect, one of us will send you the info!" You all bid your goodbyes and went your separate ways.

That night before going to sleep, you were looking at the three notification that said Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Charles Leclerc started following you when your notifications went off.

Charles Leclerc: Hello, Y-N! It was nice meeting you! I hope to see you at the parties the boy will send you the info for. I want to talk to you some more. (In the hopes of not freaking you out.)

You found it cute how Charles wrote his text.

You: Hey, mister Leclerc! I had even more fun than you during our long talk I might bet! Of course I'll come. It would be my pleasure to engage a conversation with you again! (I freaked you out from the beginning, don't worry.)

You hit send and left the chat only for your phone to buzz not even a minute later. God, that was fast.

Charles: Ça fait bizarre de texter de façon si formel. Mais, ça fait du bien. (It's weird to text in this formal way. But, it's refreshing.)

You: Toute a fait d'accord.(I agree.)

The night of the final race

Lando: You're still coming tonight like last night?

You: Ofc! I'll be there in an hour... I finally finished studying for my exam on tuesday!

Lando: Let's go! See you later then!

You: See ya!

You left home after choosing the perfect outfit (plus sized - skinny, mid-sized) you felt all the nerves from this week-end leave your body. There was no reason for you to be anxious when you made friends with three of the drivers and had great talk with the rest of them. Once you arrived at the party location, you texted Lando telling him you were there. You went inside and looked around you, mesmerized by the fancy decoration. Your lovestruck face was interrupted by Oscar. "Hey! Y-N! Come, the boys are in the back." You followed Oscar after telling him he looked great and he returned the compliment. "Everyone, Y-N's here!" Everyone cheered which made you flustered. How had you simply studying in a private hang out area turned into this? You still couldn't believe it. Lando came up and kissed both your cheeks and you gave him a hug. "Congrats on podium! Once again!" You congratulated him with a huge smile plastered on your face. "Do you mean I had to get podium to receive this greeting?" Charles arrived next to you two and you laughed. "Maybe..." You shrugged your shoulders. He got closer to you to make sure you could hear him over the loud music that was blaring in the VIP section. "Red? You wanted to surprise me or do you have a preference for my team mate?" He whispered so you only could hear.

When you opened your eyes, Charles' were still closed but he adorned a content smile on his lips. When he finally opened them, you pecked him once again and you both smiled like two teenagers experiencing their first love. This was bound to be a great experience... or more?

Charles had flirted with you for the entire week-end and you played right into his act. "I wouldn't dare show up in red for someone other than you Leclerc." You said turning you face towards his that was right beside yours. That resulted in your lips being dangerously close. "Good to know. I wore black because I didn't know what your favorite color was." He joked. You laughed hard at that. "Good to know." You gave him a taste of his own medicine which made him smile. "Suis-moi? (Follow me?)" You nodded at his request and he took you to the bar. "What do you want to drink?" "Nothing with alcohol... I want to stay clean for my exam, even if it's in two days." You over explained. "So, what do you want to drink?" Charles asked once more. "Oh, sorry..." You turned to the bartender and ordered a cranberry juice. "I tend to babble when I'm nervous." You said sheepishly. "Than be nervous more often, it's cute." You looked at him and tried to retain your laugh while Charles realized what he had just said. "God! Non, ne sois pas nerveuse... Je voulais simplement te dire que c'est mignon quand tu parles comme ça.(God! No, don't be nervous... I just wanted to say that it's cute when you talk that way.)" He hid behind his hands, his cheeks red under the already red lights of the private club. "C'est correct, Charles.(It's okay, Charles.)" You took his hands off of his face and he looked straight into your eyes. It was your turn to turn red. "God, I love when you say my name in french." He confessed right before the bartender gave you two your order. "I love talking to you in french." You said while maintaining the eye contact. "Ah oui? C'est bon a savoir. (Oh Yes? It's good to know.)" He got closer to you and you leaned in also. "Tu es vraiment beau, Charles. Je sais que tout le monde doivent te le dire, mais ils ont raison.(You're truly handsome , Charles. I know everyone must tell you, but they are right.)" You looked at him and focused on his eyes. "C'est encore mieux lorsque ça vient de toi. Tu es encore plus magnifique, Y-N.(it's even better coming from you when it's coming from you. You are ven more beautiful, Y-N.)" He took your jaw in his left hand and smiled at you earnestly. "Kiss me?" You asked, hopping for a positive answer. "I thought you would never ask." He said and took the opportunity. You never understood when people said the world around you faded if the kiss was good enough, but Charles made you feel like that. Like there was only you and the brunet boy present in the club and the music was only a background sound to your love story.

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 23 of ? | masterpost

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Finally, I spotted him, chilling on a couch in the corner, rocking a beer and a smoke as his serious eyes stared at me. My heart tightened seeing him like that; normally, when he saw me, it meant smiles and a hug. Now, however, he just watched me, his cool blue eyes meeting mine from across the room. I held his gaze for a while, my face turning a bit warm as we looked at each other. Heart skipping a beat, I wondered: was he gonna brush me off? Stand up and bail, pretending I wasn’t even there?

✦ summary: Reuniting with James forces Nore to confront the complicated feelings that arose after their kiss.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle, drinking, smoking, recreational drug use

✦ a/n: Hello! I'm finally on Christmas break and have lots of free time, so I'm trying to write as much as I can! I'm really glad I could post this chapter before the end of the year, and I hope it won't take me too long to post the next ones :) We're on the final half of the story, and things will get a bit more intense from now on. So, how do you think James and Nore are gonna deal with their feelings from now on? I'm really excited to write about it! Thank you so much for reading, feedback is welcome and motivates me a lot! ❤

✧ I want to be the girl with the most cake / He only loves those things because he loves to see them break / I fake it so real, I am beyond fake / And someday, you will ache like I ache ✧

It didn't take too long for me to catch up with my friends again. Just a bit over two weeks post-Leanne's birthday bash, Cliff gave me a ring with some exciting news: the band had landed a gig at a renowned venue in Los Angeles, and if the first show drew a good crowd, there was talk of a repeat performance to wrap up the year.

I hadn’t crossed paths with James since he had kissed me; gotta admit, the idea of facing him after all that had happened had me feeling a bit uneasy. But I was hopeful that, when the time came, we could have a conversation about it. I just hoped we could keep our friendship. There were many things I could handle, but losing him for good was not something I was ready for.

The band needed to fill the place, so Cliff asked if I could bring someone along. I ended up inviting Pat, my friend from the record store, to join me at the show. I mean, asking Dave was out of the question; as time went by, he was getting more and more bitter every time Metallica came up. Even though he wasn't thrilled about me going to the show, having a companion seemed to ease his mood a bit. Ever since I came home with a bruised hand from having to defend myself, he seemed to gradually become more protective and concerned every day. I knew he'd rather I not navigate crowded spots alone, especially at a metal show. But, when it came to Metallica, his wounded pride still had the upper hand.

I met up with Pat right outside the record store before the gig, so we could go to the venue together. She greeted me with the biggest smile, her blonde locks and blue eyes all dazzling.

"I'm so stoked!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing with happiness as I handed her the ticket and the backstage pass. "I've never had backstage access before. This is gonna be rad!"

"Yeah, it's cool. But don't expect anything too fancy; we usually just score some drinks and access to the dressing room," I said, throwing out a strained smile. I tried not to let the nerves creep in about seeing James again, but now that showtime was approaching, my anxiety was cranking up by the minute.

"Oh, don't be a buzzkill," she pouted. "You’re in a bad mood today? Aren't you happy to see your friends?"

"Sorry, Pat. I'm just kinda on edge," I replied with a sigh. Despite really liking Pat, I wasn't up for diving into the whole James-kiss situation with anyone. Truth is, I had been mulling over it way more than I'd like. Couldn't wait to clear the air with James once and for all.

We rolled up a bit later to the venue, and there was already a decent line of fans. It always blew my mind how they had just dropped their first album not long ago but were pulling in a hype crowd that was growing by the day. I could sense the West Coast getting too cramped for whatever they were cookin' up. And, like always, no need to wait in line for us; the IDs whisked us straight backstage, where the guys were getting their act together, getting stage-ready, and already a bit toasted.

I couldn't really zone in on the whole scene that kicked off with Lars, Kirk, and Cliff swooping in for the welcome party; drinks were handed out, cigs were fired up, and Lars, as usual, threw in his cheeky comments ('hey, your friend's a total babe!'). But honestly, none of that was grabbing my full attention. My eyes were on a mission, desperately looking for the only person I wanted to see. No matter how much I tried to fool myself, all I cared about was making sure things were cool between James and me.

Finally, I spotted him, chilling on a couch in the corner, rocking a beer and a smoke as his serious eyes stared at me. My heart tightened seeing him like that; normally, when he saw me, it meant smiles and a hug. Now, however, he just watched me, his cool blue eyes meeting mine from across the room. I held his gaze for a while, my face turning a bit warm as we looked at each other. Heart skipping a beat, I wondered: was he gonna brush me off? Stand up and bail, pretending I wasn’t even there?

Instead, he just got up, strolled over, and handed me the beer bottle.

“Want some?” he asked, throwing a faint smile my way. I blinked, kinda surprised. The way he talked, it was like nothing had happened. Like he never had kissed me. Like I never had bolted out of Joe's kitchen, leaving him all alone.

But, hey, wasn’t that exactly what I wanted? For things to be normal again. For us to stick to being friends, no drama.

“Of course. You ever see me turn down a beer?” I replied with a grin. He let out a soft chuckle and handed over the bottle, his cold fingers brushing mine for the briefest fraction of a second before he brought the cig back to his mouth.

Before long, the venue staff gave us the heads up that the show was about to kick off. The guys wrapped up their final checks, and Pat and I joined them, enjoying a beer by the stage. Pat was all hyped about it; even though she didn't know the band, she was really getting into the music, full of the enthusiasm you'd expect from a dedicated fan. As for me, I was a bit more reserved this time. Don't get me wrong, I was always happy to catch up with my friends, but I couldn't ignore how uneasy I felt, especially when I noticed James's glances, splitting his attention between the crowd and shooting looks my way, a silent storm brewing in his blue gaze.

After the concert wrapped up, he handed his guitar over to a puzzled Kirk, not even bothering to look at him. He headed my way, big steps and a bit of annoyance wrinkling his forehead; at that point, I was almost sure he was going to cup my face in his hands and kiss me again. The idea had my face turning hot, my heart racing, and the palms of my hands getting sticky with nervous sweat, recalling the feel of his lips on mine. Instead of that, he just stopped and locked eyes with me for a moment, carefully studying my face before saying:

“So? How was the show?”

“It was awesome! You guys rock, I loved it!” Pat exclaimed, all excited, breaking the momentary electricity that had arisen between us two. James raised an eyebrow, curious, as if just now realizing she was there, and shot me a puzzled look. I just shrugged, wearing a slight smile.

"It was killer, like always," I said with a grin, and he shot one right back at me. There it was — the familiar, genuine smile I'd been missing all night. I couldn’t help but feel relief wash all over me when I saw it.

We wrapped up the night at some random downtown bar. Most of the time, I stuck with Pat since she only knew me there. A couple of beers, a joint, and watching her all hyped up did the trick; I started to unwind, and soon enough, I was enjoying the night with a lightness I hadn't felt in ages. Had a cig between my lips, just chilling and keeping an eye on the guys from a distance. Cliff and Kirk were deep into some serious chat, sharing a joint. Lars and James had found some fans from the show, cracking up and talking loudly while passing around a bottle of vodka.

"Can I ask you something?" Pat threw out. I shifted my gaze from the scene, catching her curious, kinda fuzzy look — probably thanks to a bit of the booze. Before I could even answer, she kept going: "What's the deal with you and James?"

"Me... and James?" I raised my eyebrows, totally caught off guard. She nodded, a little smile playing on her lips. "We're... We're friends."

"And that's it?" She raised an eyebrow, and I furrowed my brow.

"Of course, that's it, Pat! You know I'm dating Dave."

"Yeah, I know. It's just..." She started, letting her eyes wander over to Lars and James before turning back to me with a mischievous grin. "He's quite the looker. Mind if I flirt with him a bit? Just for fun, you know."

I blinked, caught off guard, and then burst into laughter, my face heating up in a mix of surprise and confusion. Out of all the scenarios playing in my head for that night, Pat showing interest in James was definitely not on the list.

“Sure, why not,” I said, and she shot me a smile before strutting in the direction of James and Lars. I watched her go, a little smirk on my face, a tiny pang of envy sneaking into my chest. Maybe life would be more of a breeze if I could summon that kind of confidence in myself so easily.

"So now you're playing matchmaker?" I heard Cliff's familiar voice, and I looked up to meet his brown eyes staring at me. I grinned as he lit a cigarette, handing it to me before popping the top of the beer can he had in his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Never been better. And you?"

"Are you sure?" he raised an eyebrow. "Last time I saw you, you weren't very happy."

"Yeah, felt a bit down after... you know, what happened," I confessed with a sigh. "But I think that's all settled now, isn't it?"

Cliff didn't seem entirely convinced. He took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke billowing out before he reached out to me. I took the cigarette from between his fingers, bringing it to my lips.

"I thought James liked you," he commented, his attentive gaze fixed on my face. I shrugged.

"Maybe he does. But you know I have a boyfriend, Cliff. Maybe it's good for him to be distracted by some other girl for a bit," I said, and Cliff snorted.

"Not even you believe that, Nore."

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think? Are you sure about what you're doing, throwing your friend at him like this? Or will you regret it later?"

"Why would I regret it?" I furrowed my brow, then stared at him defiantly. "I know what I'm doing, okay?"

"If you say so," he shrugged, taking the cigarette back from my hand.

I watched him walk away with a frown, scanning the area for James, my stomach churning uncomfortably when I couldn't find him anywhere.

We bounced out of the bar late at night, still riding high on excitement and energy, a bit too drunk but not giving a damn about it. Lucky for us, the guys were staying at a friend's house nearby, and a quick call to Pat's dad had us sorted for a ride home from their place. I said my goodbyes to the guys and enjoyed the cruise home. Pat, usually a chatterbox, was oddly quiet on the drive. When I nudged her about James, she blushed so hard I couldn't help but crack up.

When I got home, I made a beeline for the shower. The hot water washed away the remnants of the night's boozing, helping me unwind and finally realize how tired I was. I slipped into my PJs, hopping into bed next to a knocked-out Dave.

I let out a soft chuckle when his arms wrapped around me, his lips landing on my neck. It was like he had a sixth sense that woke him up the moment I was back, even from the deepest sleep. Like he just knew I was nearby. How could I think of anyone else when Dave loved me like this?

“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice all sleepy, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

“Hey,” I replied with a smile, turning in bed to face him. I swept his ginger hair away from his face, and he grumbled before pulling me closer, burying his face in my neck.

"Missed you tonight," he murmured, his raspy voice making me shiver in the best way. "Glad you're back."

"Course, I'm back," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "We’re not gonna fight tonight, right?"

"Hmm..." he grumbled, his lips making their way up my neck until they met mine. His hands grabbed my waist as he settled on top of me. "No fights... got something else in mind."

I laughed into his kiss, my face warming as he turned up the intensity, making my whole body heat up. In that moment, wrapped up in his arms, I was sure I was loved. I was sure he loved me. And that was, and always would be, enough. 

Or, at least, that's what I told myself.

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[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

The Monsters Turned Out to be Just Trees

Words: 937

Warnings: probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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I want you all to know that I would sell my soul if it meant that someone would slow dance to "Lover" with me

This is the "Out Of The Woods" part of my 1989 event!

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N smiled as Dick pulled the polaroid camera out to take the picture of them. It felt fake. All of it. It all felt fake. She felt as if she was walking on eggshells around him now. They were screaming at each other not even 10 minutes ago and now they were sitting on his couch smiling for a picture.

As the picture developed, she heard him sigh before saying: "I think that this is the realist thing either of us have ever had."

"What do you mean?" She whispered.

He shrugged, "We don't bullshit each other, ever. Even if it angers one another."

But that's not real. I feel like I can't be real with you anymore. She thought to herself, but didn't say it. All she did was nod while wondering when they would be out of the woods on this patch.

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Y/N let out a small shriek as Dick crashed into the tree on his ski. She ran through the snow over to him as someone else called for the medics. She slid beside him and flipped him over, stopping his face from being smothered in the snow. He laughed softly as he looked at her panicked face and she slapped his arm.

"Stop laughing, Dick! It's not funny! You're bleeding!" She gently tried to wipe away the blood from his chin as the medical team pulled her away and started pulling him up. She quickly followed from behind as they took him to the small medical building.

One of the medics slightly pushed her aside as they looked at Dick's face, checking if he had a concussion, everything. She fiddled with with her necklace that he had gotten her last Christmas, waiting for someone to tell her that everything would be okay. That she's panicking over nothing.

"Miss?" Her head snapped as someone called out to her, "Are you with Mr. Grayson?"

She nodded, "Y-yes. Is everything okay?"

The nurse nodded, "He just needs about 20 stitches."

"Okay, thank you."

She looked over at him, less people were surrounding his side so she made her way over to him. He had a small smirk on his face, "Were you worried about me?"

"You are the worst, Dick."

He laughed, "I like it when you're telling me that and you're not angry at me."

"I am angry!"

"Okay, okay. I like you saying that, not sounding like I'm the worst person in the world, hm? How about that?"

She smiled softly and brushed some hair from his face, "Yes. That works."

In the moment, she was sure that they were gonna be alright. That they were gonna make it out of the woods. That they were gonna be okay.

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"--I am not overreacting, Dick! Everyone there said that you two were flirting and--"

"But it's still not true! Y/N, I didn't flirt with her!"

Y/N crossed her arms, "Right. Just like you didn't flash your smile at that waitress to get her to do what you wanted?"

"You're being unreasonable! I could have any woman I wanted, but I chose you!"

Her breathing shuddered before she stormed to the couch and grabbed her bag and keys. "Fine then Dick." She stormed over to the apartment door, "Since you think that you can have any woman you could want, then I'll just set you free."

"Y/N, wait, that's not what I meant."

She looked at him, "Then what did you mean?"

"I just...I meant that I love you." His voice cracked as tears carefully fell from his eyes, "And I don't meant to hurt you. Ever. Everytime I do it, it's on accident. And...and I know that I hurt you, a lot. And I'm sorry." He carefully cupped her face, wiping away the tears that had started to fall from her eyes after his. "Please, don't go."

"You have to promise me, Dick." She murmured, "Promise you won't do this again."

He nodded, "I promise you baby. I promise I won't hurt you again."

Her eyes drifted over to the window, looking as the sun began to shine through the window as it rose. She looked back at Dick and saw the look of love and adoration, but most of all, fear, on his face. But he was looking at her. Even as the sun came up, he continued to look at her and not the sun rise.

Maybe...just maybe this was it. Maybe they would make it this time.

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The snow was falling from outside as she fiddled with the small chain that held a 'D' on it while Dick rearranged the furniture. They had been back from the mountains for about three weeks and he still had a bandage on his chin. The last fight was around a week and a half ago now.

"I was joking, y'know? About moving the furniture around so we could dance."

Dick finished pushing the table against the wall, a small smile on his face. "And I was totally serious."

He grabbed his phone from his back pocket and soon a small smile graced her lips when she heard the sound of Taylor Swift's "Lover" playing throughout the living room. He held his hand out and she took it. He was quick as he pulled her around the room, guiding their dance.

She leaned into his embrace, her head laying on his chest. Even as the song changed to another. She smiled into his chest, grateful that they made it out alive, that they would be alright one day. Grateful that those monsters turned out to be just trees.

[commander-revan]

(art by @konraddams )

With Season 7 of MHA coming soon, and as we approach the end of the manga, I think I'm finally going to start writing for my Blood & Fire series again now that I have more free time.

I did leave off on a bit of a cliffhanger, and I'm excited to get back to Akane and Touya's reunion.

I'll link all the relevant info below for anyone who's interested, and thanks in advance to anyone who does decide to check it out! It really means a lot to me.

Rating: T (for now)

Word Count: 47k

Genre: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Childhood Friends to Lovers

Story Summary: "So, if you all could kill any one hero, who would it be and why?" Toga asked the group playfully, smiling in her uniquely deranged way.

Akane paused for a moment before responding, as she contemplated if she should give them a fake answer or not. She had been pretty secretive about her life thus far. But, these were her allies now, and it could be beneficial to her for them to know this much at least. Maybe they could even help her with her goals later down the line. She took a breath before she began speaking.

"If I could kill any hero? That honor goes to Endeavor." Unintentional malice crept into her voice as she said the name.

Dabi, who had been silently listening to their conversation while leaning against the wall, turned his attention towards her.

"Endeavor, huh? Now that's a tall order." He said as he tilted his head at her curiously.

Akane Akiyama had spent her whole life trying to be a good person, a good hero. Even when she lost her Hero License, she still tried to fight to change the world for the better as a vigilante. But, when she sees Stain's message to the world about the corruption of heroes, she realizes that she's not alone and that it's time for her to finally take action by joining the League of Villains. If she couldn't keep her promise to Touya, the least she could do was get justice for his death.

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Untitled - Sequel - PT.6 -EDITED/fixed

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey darlings, I apologise for the long delay things been just chaotic lately and trying to find the right picture to edit stressed me out so for my own sake I decided to stop doing my fake panel edits. I'm sorry :( I hope you will still read it &lt;;3

Here's part 6 hope you will enjoy! Thank you for @kokonoiscoconut for being my muse and for letting me use Monica <3 we stan Monica in this house.

Previous Part

T.W: n/a

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The next day Monica and I met up quite early and spent the entire day together. It was nice to be away from the whirlpool I had back at home with Wakasa and just have fun and be free of those drowning thoughts.

The day went by quite quick and neither of us wanted it to end so Monica came up with the idea to go out clubbing, apparently she knew a good place for it. Of course we did a last minute dress shopping, I let Monica pick my dress out; it's been way too long since I went out without Waka and I always dressed to impress him and to keep his reputation up. Even if I still wasn't the most feminine woman ever it still felt nice to look pretty for my own accord. Not gonna lie I actually liked the dress she picked out; short, tight, black with a low cleavage decorated with some thin chains and crystals. I actually felt very confident and surprisingly comfortable.

"Are you ready?" Monica asks excited as she leans into the bathroom to check on me.

"Hell yeah" I grin and she gives me a thumbs up. "Drinks are on me" she winks at me as she holds Kokonoi's black card between her delicate fingers.

"Sounds good to me" I return her wink then grab my phone and place it in the small clutch bag Monica let me borrow.

Of course Kokonoi called a limo for us, he couldn't join us but he reassured Monica he'll be at the club. After getting to the club we found Kokonoi quite quickly and he lead us to the top floor of the club aka the VIP section. The beautifully decorated terrace had different booths most filled with rich men and young women on their lap, nothing I was not used to from Wakasa. As we walked to the corner where the biggest booth were I noticed weapons laying around and many of these men wearing either guns or swords which made me slightly uneasy.

"You're safe with us" Kokonoi reassures me as we sit down at the booth. "What would you like to drink?" 

"Whiskey, straight, please" I nod with a smile.

"Oh by the way I might have invited my two single friends" Monica leans to me with a grin and I just shake my head with a smile. "They're idiots but they have a good heart, and as I said, they're very cute and very single" she winks at me and I just chuckle. 

"So you're my new wingman, huh?" I chuckle. "I am fine though, but thank you"

"Say that when you meet them" she winks. "Darling, get me my usual please" she says to Kokonoi who nods and kisses her before standing up and going to the bar. 

I watch Kokonoi walk off and suddenly starting to feel a bit awkward, it has been a long time since I had a night out with friends so I wasn't really sure what to do, but thankfully Monica took over. Her and I started talking about men and exes and shared our weird and funny experiences, we continued the chat until I suddenly hear someone spoke up behind me.

"Alright Moni, we're here, where's this bombshell you were talking about?" I turn around and I almost choke on my drink as I find the Haitanis standing there. Monica notices me choking and just chuckles.

"Told you they were hot" she winks at me.

"Sweetheart?" Ran's eyes widen along with his younger brother's as we just stare at each other. 

"Wait... you guys know each other?" Monica cocks a brow as she look at us then her eyes widen. "WAIT, ARE THEY THE GUYS???" she blurts out excited and my face goes red.

"Oh, you've been talking about us, sweetheart?" Ran asks with a smirk as he leans down to me. "What was she saying, Moni?" he asks with a grin as he looks over at Monica. 

"Not my place to say, you three maybe should have a nice long chat" she winks. 

"I support that idea" Rindou speaks up. "Let's go to our spot" he nudges his brother. 

"Sounds good" Ran grins as he extends his hand to me. "M'lady?"

"Suck up.." I roll my eyes with a smile as I take his hand and he helps me up.

"See you guys later" Monica grins at us and waves as I walk off with the Haitanis. 

The brothers lead me to an empty secluded booth that has their initials on the side of it. Once we sit down Rindou pulls me close to him and gives me a tight hug, without hesitation I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his chest inhaling his scent, that scent that I missed so much. For a second the world stop spinning and the blasting music is drowned out by his rhythmic heart beat. I let out a soft sigh then pull away from him while I reach up and caress his cheek. 

"My beautiful Rin" I smile softly and his lips curl into a small smile as he closes his eyes and rubs his face against my hand. 

"We missed you, you have no idea how much" he says then motions to his brother. 

"Hey, sweetheart" Ran smiles as I turn to the older brother. "You look stunning, as always. The red really suits you" he smiles as he runs his softly runs his fingers through my red hair.

"Thank you, you both look very handsome. What happened to your locks Ranny?" I ask softly as I play with his short hair. 

"Got bored of being mistaken for Wednesday Addams" Rindou answers with a grin and Ran just flips him off with a laugh. 

"It was getting to be a pain, long hair not really practical when fighting" he chuckles. "You don't like it?" he asks as he runs his hand through his navy blue and lavender locks with a flash of worry in his tone. 

"No, it looks really good, it suits you. You look like a gentleman" I bite my lip as I caress his lips. "You both do" I glance back at Rindou who offers me a smile. "So does this mean, I can see you guys again?" I ask but both of them goes quiet as the smile disappears from their faces. 

"I don't know..." Ran sighs. 

"What if we meet in hotels? I can even wear a disguise" I suggest as I look at back and forth between them.

"Maybe. We have to think this through properly. You're in a lot of danger" Rindou says and I look at them confused.

"What do you mean? Rin, Ran, just what is going on?" I look at them confused and they once again go quiet. "Please... Or if you guys don't wanna see me just say that..." I say with a slightly annoyed tone to which both of them picks their heads up. 

"God no!" Rin blurts it out then groans. "It's not easy for us. You think it was easy for us to leave you at the pet shop?" 

"So it did happen... I knew it wasn't a fucking dream" I say gritting my teeth in annoyance, unsure if I'm more annoyed at the brothers or Wakasa.

"Don't blame Wakasa... we asked him to lie to you, because we knew if you knew we're back you'd look for us and God forbid you ever show up at Bonten HQ" Rindou explains. 

"Look the only reason I wanted to know more about Bonten because of you, but now that I have found you I can stop looking, unless you guys disappear then I have know other choice but to investigate Bonten more" I shrug my shoulders with a smile being fully aware I got them.

"You're so fucking bothersome..." Rindou groans then shakes his head with a smile.

"If we promise we're back in your life, will you promise to stop look into Bonten?" Ran cocks his brow as he looks at me.

"I promise" I smile as I draw an X over my heart with my finger. 

"Then it's a deal" Rindou smiles then sighs as his smiles suddenly disappears. "What about Wakasa?"

I suddenly go quiet. What about him? Suddenly my head turns into a whirlpool as I'm trying to figure out what and how I feel but all I can think about is having my brothers back. 

"I don't know..." I admit it quietly as I look down.

"If you're happy with him, we respect your wishes and we can leave you be" Ran explains. 

"I don't know. Lately the butterflies he used to give me just turned into raging moths that turns my stomach..." I say with a sigh as I lean against Rindou.

"Have you talked to him about this?" Ran ask as he caresses my back, giving me comfort. 

"Not yet, I don't even know how to start to be honest... Honestly? I miss the old days, the fights, the excitement, the last minute rides and races to the beach... I feel like I'm just a shell of who I used to be. I'm no longer Toman's Angel" I say quietly and sniffles as tears start to form in my eyes. 

"Oh petal..." Rindou sighs as he holds me close. "Wait... if you're the girl Monica meant then does that mean you're the one who's personal friends with Jekyll & Hyde?" he cocks a brow.

"Yeah.. that's me" I nod quietly.

"I swear to God..." Ran chuckles. "You just turn everyone into lapdogs aren't you?" he nudges me with a smile making me let out a chuckle. 

"I wasn't planning on it, I swear!" I chuckle as I wipe my eyes. "Hyde used to know my brother, and we bonded over that" 

"You have a brother?" Ran asks and Rindou just punches him in the arm making him exclaims in pain. "What?!"

"Ignore him, Petal" Rindou says and I chuckle softly as I shake my head. 

"No, it's okay. I used to, but I was quite young when I lost him, he died because of me, so I have just buried his memory deep hoping I can just forget it, no one knew about this except Mikey" I explain and Ran just gives me a short hug.

"Sorry for bringing it up. But on the positive side; good to know that Ginza's two psychopath are your bodyguards" he chuckles. 

"Yeah, at least we know you're in safe hands" Rindou shakes his head with a smile. 

"But I missed my other psychos" I smile as I hug them both.

[way-of-eywa]

Trip to the Past

Pairing: Kiri Sully x fem!Human Reader

Wordcount: 2.896

Genre: slight angst(?), fluff

A/N: Finally finished this one. Took a bit longer than expected but later than never, right?^^ Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Feel free to let me know what you think or if I'm missing something.

This is for Day 2 of #Crybabies14DOL2024.

Trying to focus is hard when a quirky little Tuk jumps up and down next to you. "Come on, come on, come on." Almost yelling into your ear out of excitement. With a sigh, you put away the piece of jewelry you had been working on for quite some time now. It was almost finished, yet something was missing. "Hurry up!"

You looked to your left, where Kiri sat, who was also working on some jewelry piece. She looked right back at you, a soft smile on her lips, before putting her piece into a small basket nearby, which contained some beads and other stuff needed for ornaments. "Okay, Tuk, you got us," you chuckled and got up first. Tuk wasted no second and grabbed your tiny hand. Even though she was way younger than you, almost a baby, she was about a head taller than you. Already used to humans being way smaller than Na'vis, and knowing this was also the case with Tuk for some time now, it still took you by surprise. As fast as your human legs could manage, you tried to keep up with the little girl who pulled you quickly out of the Sullys' hut.

"How's my fave lil sis doing?" With a big grin, Spider threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You rolled your eyes. "I am the firstborn AND your only sister." You laughed and tried aiming your elbow into his side but sadly managed to hit only a piece of air. Too bad he got good reflexes. Well trained. With a fake shocked look on his face, he let you go. Sending a glance over your shoulder, you saw Kiri coming closer. A smile spread across your lips. She looked beautiful. Her layered, almost shoulder-length hair looked a little wild. The few braided longer pieces of hair moved slightly with her light-footed walk. "Where are we heading?" she asked. Out from the bushes, Lo'ak showed up. "This way," he said, returning to where he came from. "Lo'ak and I have found something a few days ago. Thought it would be a good day to check it out", Spider replied and smiled at Kiri. Tuk was the first to follow, bouncing up and down. Then the rest of you followed.

"Is it such a good idea to just follow them?" Kiri joked and laughed as you joined her.

Tuk kept holding your hand on the way, which only lasted so long till she found some beautiful flowers and got excited and wanted to take a closer look. Since she was the youngest and not allowed to leave the village as often as the others, this only increased her excitement.

In the meantime, the two boys led the group, whispering occasionally, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. You must admit that you focused more on Kiri and small Tuk. The younger one needed someone to watch her; four eyes were better than two. And Kiri. Well, she was Kiri. A very, very good friend of yours. You liked her a lot. At times, you thought there was a bit more than just friendship between the two of you. The way a touch lingered for a second longer than necessary. Or the glances you exchanged deepened before the two of you shyly looked away, both of your cheeks turning pink. The constant smile on your faces when spending time together. The way her ears would always be directed towards you.

What felt like a very long walk ended when the boys in the front stopped. It seemed like you arrived at your destination. With a big grin, Lo'ak turned around, two braid strains falling out his ponytail, spreading his arms wide to show off that special place they had found. "The Old Shack"

"The old shack?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. "The old shack," repeated Spider in certainty. You opened your mouth to say something in return, but your brain was empty. This was not one of the many things you could have imagined, so you simply repeated the words that had just left your mouth.

"Damn sisi, you slow today." Spider shook his head in played disappointment before sending you a crooked smile. "Isn't it cool? It's where our parents fought." Now, it was your turn to shake your head in return. "That's not cool" - "We're not supposed to be here," Reminded Kiri. Her brother waved it off. "It's part of our history. Isn't it intriguing?" Kiris ears flattened slightly against her head and her tail swished around with a bit more force, showing that she was mildly upset.

You let out an exhausted sigh, looking around. You met Kiris' gaze. It was clear that you had the same thought. This was a stupid idea. On the other hand, Tuk seemed excited, which was probably caused by her being so young and not completely understanding what this meant, being here and how dangerous this could be. Yet there was this tiny spark inside you, filled with curiosity. As different as Spider and you were, one thing you certainly had in common was the dislike you shared for your father and his actions.

"Just look at that," Lo'ak whispered, tail pointing upwards and his finger towards a metal piece peaking out front he high risen gras. "Could be your dads suit." With that, he jumped over this big tree stem, which blocked the path to the old battlefield. Your stomach tightened, and your jaw clenched. You didn't like it here. You didn't feel good being here. Knowing what happened. Your mind trying to imagine what that moment had been like for Jake and … the other guy to whom you happened to be related.

For a while, you walked around the place, arms crossed in front of your chest, as if this would help you, keeping you some kind of distance emotionally and mentally, and tried taking in as much as you could. This could be a "one time chance only" moment after all. Seeing what time had done to this place; it looked like a moment paused in space and time. The atmosphere still lingered in the air. The way Lo'ak had pointed at the suit lying on the ground, showing the last movement it ever did and was stopped by the ground.

One window of the linking station cracked but was still in place, the other one not so much. You could still see some glass pieces being stuck in a place where once a whole glass front was. The sun was breaking through the roof of leaves above you and bathed the spot in a warm light. The shards on the ground near the linking station reflect the sunlight. You let out a scoff when you thought of how beautiful the scenery looked despite the fact this was a battleground.

It was mesmerizing how nature took care of this place. Ivy and other plants that grew on and around the things that did not belong here, in this world. As if it was a natural way of embracing what happened and trying to heal from that. Eywas way. Though you couldn't understand how or why. Just thinking about all the pain humans had brought here, you were finding it hard to breathe, as if a heavy stone was placed on your chest. Nervously, you grabbed your mask with a shaky hand, taking note that it, indeed, was still sitting accurately on your face. After that, you checked on your oxygen tank. It seemed fine. Still enough oxygen in there. Weird.

After standing around indecisively and looking at your surroundings, your eyes stopped at your fathers' suit. Stepping carefully closer. It was in surprisingly good shape after all, with some scratches here and there. Broken glass of the canopy, staring at two feather ends that belong to two arrows. They were green and yellow striped. You recognized it. They belonged to Neytiri, the sully kids' mom. Your eyes followed down to where the tip ended, stuck into a skeleton torso. You yelped.

Hearing you, the others were quick to appear next to you. The youngest Sully boy was the first to speak. "Ah, don't worry. He's dead, he doesn't feel anything." He explained in a joking tone, patting your head a little unhandily before turning away to leave again. "Thanks for letting me know the obvious." You muttered before your eyes moved to Spider, standing next to Lo'ak, staring down at the remaining pieces of your father's human body. For a minute, he clenches his jaw and fists before turning away, following Lo'ak without saying a word. Shouldn't he be the one to say something to you? Or you to him? But you couldn't think of anything. The urge not being able to breathe gets stronger, causing you to take a few steps back. You forced yourself to look somewhere different. Taking in the beauty of nature, the way it was colored, and how beautifully wild and free.

Couldn't he see how mesmerizing Pandora is? How deeply Na'vi connect to each other, nature and fauna? Did he really not care? Not about the damage the humans done or that he had kids? Was he such a broken man to not be able to feel anything at all? Was he that stone-cold-hearted?

This whole thing made you feel sick to your stomach. Literally. You could feel spit collecting more and more in your mouth, trying to swallow, which didn't help at all. Then, all of a sudden, your stomach cramped. Hastily, you hurried behind a bush. Taking a deep breath in before removing the mask, you could hear a worried Kiri calling for you.

Stumbling back out of the bushes, you stand before a concerned-looking Kiri. Ears pointing backward. She squatted down, and her tail wagged around nervously. "This must be hard for you…" She noted with a soft voice. You scuffed in reply and put on a sleeky grin. "Not really." The Na'vis' yellow eyes bore a hole into your soul. At least, that's what it felt like. She didn't say anything. The warm and soft look in her eyes, with a hint of sadness, was all that was needed for your wall to crumble. The one you had built up over the years and shut the fact about your father behind. Not letting it get near you. It worked real fine… till today. "Come!"

With that, she took your hand in her bigger one and headed away from the battlefield, leaving the others behind. A few feet away, Kiri stopped walking and sat on the ground, leaning against a trunk, patting the spot next to her, meaning for you to join her, which you happily did. In the distance, you could hear the sound of Tuk's laugh.

"Isn't it beautiful here?" The Na'vi whispered after the both of you sat there in silence momentarily. Lost in thoughts, you nodded, gazing towards the ground. It wasn't until Kiri nudged you carefully with her knee that you looked up at her. She had this knowing look on her face. "You are not fine," she stated. It wasn't even a question. "Please, tell me what's going on?" She turned more towards you and put a strain of hair that slipped out of your ponytail behind your ear. You sighed and tried to put on a smile. Her always sensing when something was bothering you made it harder to pull yourself together. You opened your mouth to say something, but there was a lump in your throat. "It's about your father." Again, it wasn't a question. She really knew you. It could also be obvious in the eye of the situation.

"I cannot not think about him… you know… seeing his body… or more what's left of it." The ground seemed to be really interesting today. Trying to make sense of what's running in your mind. "The arrows stuck in his torso… the ones from your mom… I know I might sound crazy… but seeing them there… I swear I could feel the moment they were shot. All the anger and pain that must run through her veins. And I get it. He deserves this." The lump in your throat is growing. You tried to clear it but weren't very successful. "Well, at least as far as possible for me, a human being." You scoffed, thinking about Neytiri ever since what humans did to her planet. She hated them. And even you and Spider were disliked by her, even though you hadn't anything to do with the war. You couldn't blame her. "And being related to that man. I mean… everything that makes you you… it's part of your parents' genes and what makes them.. them." Your eyes started to burn. Partly of hate, pain, sadness, and disappointment, you felt right at this second.

Kiri gave you time to gather your thoughts. It was something you really appreciated a lot. You clenched your jaw and eyes shut. Ripping angrily some blades of grass, using more force than needed. "How is it even possible to be such an evil person!? Was there anything else he cared about except destroying a beautiful planet and its lives?" You were almost yelling now, throwing the ripped pieces of grass carelessly to the side and looking directly into Kiri's eyes. Her gaze laid softly on you, and her face had a frown. Forehead in wrinkles.

"I don't know." She truthfully answered. Nodding your head in slight agreement, a tear rolled down your cheek. A laugh left your lips, hoping it would release some of the pain and heaviness you felt in your body. "But I do know, and that is a fact; you might share your genes with him, but you guys have nothing else in common. Not you or Spider." Reassuring, she smiled at you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. You couldn't help but let out a giggle and return her smile. "You are such a nice and beautiful and smart and kind person. Far far away from whatever he was."

Kiri let her thumb run over the back of your hand before bringing it to her lips and kissing it on top. Her bright yellow eyes look into yours, not breaking the eye contact. The smile on your lips grew even wider. She was hypnotizing. You couldn't look away. To be honest, you didn't even wish to do so. "I like you, (Y/N), just the way you are. Remember, you define who you are, not your genes or who your family is." "True." A whisper left your lips. It was only then you noticed how you were holding your breath. "Thanks, Kiri."

With that, you got up, waddled over to her, and threw your arms tightly around her neck while whispering, "Thank you so much." Kiri wasted no second and returned the hug by putting her arms around your middle. For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Closed eyes, taking in the warm embrace to lighten up. "You're not crazy. I can feel it, too." She admitted when the two of you let go of each other. Feeling warmth wrapping around your heart, not feeling alone anymore. "And even if… I wouldn't mind being crazy as long as it's with you." You chuckled. Her tail slightly wrapped around your legs, leaving soft strokes on the back of your thighs, sending goose bumps up your spine.

For a bit longer, you guys sat there, changing the topic to something more uplifting, the plans you had for the next few days when some noise of broken twigs was heard behind the two of you. The long-lost kids showed up. "You won't believe what we found." An excited Tuk squeaked. The two of you getting up, you brushed off some dirt that stuck to your bum from sitting on the ground. "Oh yeah? Tell me." Kiri replied in almost the same excitement.

Both girls walked up front with Lo'ak following, heading back towards the village. You looked back to the battlefield once more and sighed. With that you could feel a bit of the weight on your chest being lifted. "You okay?" Spider asked worried. "Yeah, for now, I am. What about you?" With furrowed brows, you observed your twin. For a second, he also glanced back to your father's remains. "Sure." He sounded like he was trying to convince himself, but quickly, he shook it off, had his usual stupid smile on his lips, threw an arm around your shoulders, and dragged you away from that place you just visited, heading home.

It was then you had an idea. "Hold up." With that, you freed yourself and headed back to the suit. Now you knew what was massing on your jewelry. Take the small knife out of its sheath you always carried with you and cut off some of the feathers of Neytiris's arrows. Putting back the knife, you pulled out a piece of yarn and wrapped it around the piece to hold it together. Na'vis worked meaningful material into their jewelry. That's something you absolutely adored. And what did this mean to you? Deciding to go against humans and their destructive behavior. Choosing to protect Pandora and never end up like your father. With that, you hurried back to the others and headed home.

[ivy-diaries]

⌗ kpop daebak show with Eric Nam (part one) !!

ᝰ era: unstoppable

ᝰ characters: ivy & Eric Nam

ᝰ word count: 1.2k

ᝰ notes: i wanted to make it longer so i split it into two parts!! The next will be hopefully out soon 🤞

ᝰ taglist: lmk if you wanna be added !!

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the kpop daebak show with me, I'm your host Eric nam." Eric starts and he pauses " today we are joined by a very special- no legendary guest today, the most anticipated guest in kpop daebak show history, the queen of 3rd gen kpop, Ivy jennifer james !! "

Eric introduced Ivy in a fake Australian accent and in response she laughed and looked into her camera with a soft smile and introduced herself.

" oh it's very strange to hear my government name but hello everyone, I'm Ivy, and I'm very very excited to be here, thank you for having me "

"No, thanks for coming. Before we get on with the episode, don't forget to subscribe to our podcast on Apple podcast and spotify, to watch the full video of this episode which you'd definitely want to, go check out www.youtube/divepods and leave us a five star rating on apple podcasts so that more people can know about our show."

Eric finished, and turned to Ivy "now, how are you ?"

Ivy chuckled and replied "I've been doing pretty good, just finished up promotions and now I'm on a short break and I'm trying to make my day productive"

"What have you been up to?" Eric questioned once again.

"I've mostly just trying to spend my time in the studio but I got kicked out because I've been there 24/7, so now I'm trying to spend time with people I couldn't because of my schedule"

She paused before continuing," I haven't seen Yeonjun for about 4 months now because he's been busy with promotions and tours and stuff like that. And when he was free from schedules i was not and now i'm free and he's not but i’m planning on going on tour with them like just traveling."

"Oh so you both haven't seen each other at all?? Wow that must’ve been pretty hard " Eric empathized 

"It was pretty hard but we got through it but it didn't feel that long because we talked on call almost on a daily basis but we couldn't find time to meet each other " Ivy answered.

"Wow, that must've been pretty hard” Eric said, astonished at how the young couple had not met each other in person for such a long time.

"We didn't even realize time went by that fast because we both were respectively busy with our own stuff " Ivy said as she counted how many months it has been since she saw her boyfriend. Surprised at the long time she gasped which made Eric chuckle to himself.

"Now I forgot to ask yeonjun about this but i'm curious as to how you both met each other ?" Eric asked

"Oh this is the first time I'm going to reveal this hahaha " she chuckled before starting

"I knew Jun from when he was a trainee under bighit. I think it was 2015? It was a year since I'd debuted and I ran into him in the practice room bec I forgot my water bottle. And I saw him practicing and I was like ‘hmm this dude has a lot of talent’. And then I saw him in a monthly evaluation I went to watch and the teacher there introduced us and we hit it off as friends. But then after hanging out for a while I realized I had romantic feelings for him and my heart was like ‘yo this is wrong, he's like older than you, and he's still a trainee. what would he think of you when he knows you like him ? Won't he be creeped out’ "

She giggled as she recollected her memories, with Eric listening very closely and giggling with the female.

"Then one day we met and we were just talking about random stuff but then he said that he liked me and it was fine if I didn't like him back and by this time I was just standing there like a sims character when you forget to give them any command. A part of me was happy but the other part of me was like, jennifer what are you thinking?!? He's a trainee and you're an idol and his sunbaenim. What will people think?!? So I explained to him that I did like him but we had this problem and so and so"

"Then what happened ?" Eric asked with curiosity filling his voice. Ivy could see Diane on the edge of her seat. Giggling, she continued.

"Then he was like we can make this happen, we'll inform the company first and let's do what they say. I was terrified at this point because I was scared that the company would kick either him or me out, I wouldn't care less if I was kicked out because by that point, it had already been about 2 to 3 years since I debuted but yeonjun on the other hand had not even started his career. So we did go to the company to inform them of this. They called a meeting with the CEO and we told them this and surprisingly everyone there were like okay what the problem with that ? And I'm sitting here like what? I was really surprised by their reaction. they just told us to be careful with where we meet and stuff like that, nobody knew until recently about us dating. We're dating from 2015 December you could say 2016 and now it's about 7, 8 years since we started dating and that's how we met"

Ivy finished with the story while an astonished Eric could be seen which made the girl laugh.

"So you're telling me, you've been dating for almost 8 years and the public believes you both have been dating for just a while? How- like how did you both be that cautious that dispatch couldn't catch you ? " Asked Eric.

Ivy grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at Eric which made him playfully look at her. 

"No like we would be like ninjas when we both went out, sometimes we'd even disguise ourselves hahaha. Then in like 2019, we went out on like a date for our anniversary and we felt like we were being followed and there was no one it was just my thought but after that we were really cautious, we didn't meet out at all for like months, but he'd come to my place or I'd go to his dorms, and after that the pandemic happened and he moved in with me and a little later now we got our own place."

"Wow I bet nobody expected you both to be dating, like even i was very surprised and shocked because you both were just like a pair of great friends" Eric laughed.

"We planned everything haha, we really wanted everyone to believe that we were very good friends and i feel like it was really believable because we were best friends before we started dating and we still are. We bicker like old couples and we fight like tom and jerry and we’re best friends before anything. And that played a main part in everything.” Ivy said.

[bridgyrose]

AU Cinder and Neo used to hate each other in high school,now they're adults meeting again during a party at the Schnee Manor,their flirting turns into play fighting and eventually they make out and have sex in of the rooms, while the music is banging

(I'm still not all that great with smut, and I may have missed the play fighting, but I think this still catches the spirit of it all)

Cinder slowly made her way through the halls of Schnee Manor, regretting stepping foot back in Atlas already as she watched a few of her former classmates mingle around. Once again, she found herself feeling out of place and keeping to herself as she avoided everyone, slinking away into one of the side rooms. She paused as she found the familiar sight of an old rival, leaning against the doorway. “Neo, what are you doing here?” 

Neo gave a playful smile as she took a sip from her wine, her eyes locked on Cinder’s as she motioned for her to join her. 

Cinder closed the door and made her way to the couch, picking up the bottle of wine from the side table and taking a swig from it. “Didnt expect to see you here. Figured I saw the last of you after we graduated and you went back to Vale, continued the cushy life of a councilman’s daughter.” 

“Vale was too boring,” Neo typed out in response, her fingers pausing between words as cleared out her sentences and retyped them. “And my parents were… not great. Ran away from home at sixteen, never looked back.” 

“Sounds like we have that in common,” Cinder said as she placed a hand to her neck, tracing the faint scarring. “What brought you back here? You never seemed to like anyone here anyway, so I cant imagine that you came to catch up with anyone.” 

Neo shrugged then looked around the room. “The Schnees wont miss anything that goes missing.” 

A small giggle escaped Cinder’s lips. “I guess that’s one way to make a living.” 

“What about you? Why did you come here?” 

Cinder’s giggle faded as she re-read the words on Neo’s scroll, the same question rolling through her mind. Why did she accept the invite to this party? It wasnt like anyone here was a friend. Weiss was… tolerable, different from the other Atlesian that showed up to the party, but still not what she would consider a friend. The only reason she could think of it was the ties she had to the Madam and the hotel she ran, but even then, she hadnt been part of that for years. “I… I dont know. Maybe… maybe I thought things would be different.” 

Neo looked up at her, confused. “Different?” 

“Look, it was a mistake to be here.” Cinder stood up, keeping the wine bottle in hand as she made her way to the door, only stopping when she felt Neo’s hand grab her wrist. She slowly looked over at the girl, frozen in her steps. “And… you dont want me to.” 

Neo shook her head and pulled Cinder back to the couch, finger spelling with her free hand for a moment. “I want you here.” 

“Why?” 

“This party hasnt exactly been… fun. And I was hoping that maybe we could-” Neo paused with her signs, blushing a bit as she looked away from Cinder. “-catch up more.” 

Cinder cautiously sat back down. “Why? We hated each other at school. You tormented me until we graduated.” 

Neo sighed and stared at her scroll for a moment as she began to type, slowly trying to type out the words she wanted to say as she cleared out the words and retyped her thoughts, fingers trembling. “You… were different from the others and I didnt know how to treat you.” 

“So you decided to make school hell for me?”

“Not… on purpose.” 

“Then why?” Cinder asked angrily. “You tormented me for years-”

“Because I didnt know any better!” Neo interrupted, signing quickly. She lowered her hands and let out a quiet sigh as she began to type again. “You were the only person who wasnt an imitation and I didnt know how to handle that. Growing up, you learn people like the Schnees, the kids of councilmen and those who grew up with money are nothing but imitations, fakes who will do anything to get what they want. But you… you werent like that and I didnt know how to handle that. You have no idea what its like to love someone that you dont understand.” 

Cinder went quiet, mulling over what she read from Neo. After minutes of silence, she punched Neo’s shoulder. “You could’ve just told me.” 

“I wanted to, but I didnt know how.” 

Cinder nodded, feeling her cock start to strain against her pants as she looked over Neo. “Then… why dont you show me?” 

Neo looked at her, confused. 

Cinder smirked as she heard the music outside the room start to grow louder, the pictures on the wall starting to move. “I dont think anyone’s going to notice.” 

Neo nodded and gently placed a hand at Cinder’s crotch, giving it a small squeeze before unzipping her pants and freeing the erect cock. She licked her lips as she stared at it, gently stroking it and thumbing the tip. 

Cinder moaned and leaned, her cock starting to twitch as she felt Neo’s lips wrap around it. A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt Neo go down on her cock, not expecting how eager the girl was. Her hips started to thrust gently as Neo bobbed up and down, her cock twitching more as it went deeper and deeper down Neo’s throat. 

Neo pulled back and smirked a bit, getting up onto Cinder’s lap and gently rubbing against her. “Bigger than I expected.” 

Cinder grinned and lifted Neo’s skirt, blushing a bit when she noticed a lack of panties and slipped her cock inside of Neo. Her hips thrust as she pinned Neo to her back, pressing into her for a kiss. Her blush deepened as she felt Neo kiss back and felt her hands on her back, moans escaping her lips as she pulled back to breathe, feeling Neo’s nails dig into her back with each thrust. As she broke the kiss and pulled away, she could feel Neo’s breath on her neck, the way her body seemed to twitch in pleasure with each deep thrust. 

She bit down on Neo’s shoulder, relishing in the way she gasped and how her back arched, pressing her into her. A free hand gently moved her shirt out of the way and groped a breast, gently pinching and pulling at a nipple, using the way Neo moved to help guide her to please the woman in front of her. Each quiet, gasping moan another invitation to bring her deeper and deeper into pleasure. For the first time in a long time, she felt peace at being vulnerable, at being  close to someone. And she loved every minute of it.