#mick thank you so much for this ask it was so fun to think and write about

[mizzfizz]

toji fushiguro and 2 for the character ask game 🤍🤍

favorite canon thing about this character?

OKKKK I LOVE THIS QUESTION!! i had to think abt it first bc i'm gonna go big and say my favorite thing is that toji doesn't have ANY cursed energy. he just has MAJOR skill and has this fuckin 6th sense + his 5 other senses are heightened which makes him on TOP.

like he is SOOOO op and he doesn't even have the number one thing you need to be a jujutsu sorcerer— it's all skill and pure power.

like he so could have killed gojo, he was right there but out of luck, literally just luck and what adrenaline? gojo is like blessed with reverse cursed technique that screws his head back on, which results in toji's death. i love gojo, don't get me wrong, but toji is gonna be my #1 baby

and what i think is so funny is when he marches into the cave? with suguru and the stargirl, bro just shoots her and suguru is like horrified and is like "how did you get here?" and this crazy bastard just goes "what? like it's hard?" and drops this major bomb on him that he killed gojo and beats the SHIT out of him 😭

bro if i was suguru i would hate everyone who coudnt use jujutsu too LMFAOO. toji is just so OP it's funny.

[lucyrose191]

Hey could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she's been feeling unwell but insists she's coming to the track and he's worried about her. Long short story, their son (Jack) with her and she felt like she's going to go faint and she tell Jack to find Toto for her and Toto's being her knight in shining armor,rescued her. Just fluff and comfort. Tag me later. Thanks! :))

TAKE IT EASY| T.WOLFF

Pairing; Toto Wolff x Wife!reader

Summary; Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son.

Warnings; none

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You could feel the worried gaze of your husband from where he was standing in the en-suite getting dressed, he had woken up before you this morning which was his first notification that something was wrong but once he saw your flushed cheeks and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead he knew you certainly weren’t well.

He had tried to convince you to go back to bed but you refused, you were here to support him and Jack was so excited to attend a race again and whilst Toto was more than capable of looking after him, it was just easier for you to take care of Jack and entertain him because Toto still had work to do, a toddler didn’t just want to sit in the garage and wait for their father to finish a bunch of things before having fun.

So you insisted that you were fine and were adamant on going to the track, ignoring the churning of your stomach, fogginess in your mind and how weak your body felt.

Toto wasn’t happy with your decision at all, your health was so much more important to him than any race that he had brought up not going himself but you had shot down that idea before he could even finish his sentence.

So he relented.

You were now on your way to the track, the car wasn’t doing anything good for your stomach, leaving you to lean your head against the window with your eyes closed as you took deep breaths through your nose.

What was meant to be the comforting touch of your husband rubbing his hand back and forth across your thigh wasn’t helping with the nausea you felt either because all you could think about was how similar the touch was to him rubbing his hand up and down your back as you threw up.

Jack was in the back babbling nonstop about how excited he was to see Lewis again and hopefully sit in the car and you loved your son so much but your head was so fuzzy that everything he was saying you were hearing three times and you couldn’t think straight.

"Mama?" His small voice called out and you could perfectly hear the undertone of excitement.

"Yeah, darling?" You slowly turned around in your seat so you could look at him, mustering up the biggest smile you could for him.

"Can we see Charles and Carlos, today?" He asked, face filled with hope.

"We can do whatever you want to do but remember they’ll be very busy preparing for the race so they might not have time to speak with you."

"Okay, and can we see Bono?" He asked.

"Yes," you smiled weakly.

"And Mick?"

"If you want to, yes."

"And Lando and Oscar too?"

"We’ll do whatever you want to do Jack."

"Well I want food before we see Lando," he said strong cause you to laugh.

"Yeah, we mustn’t forget about that," you agreed before turning back in your seat. Of all the days for your son to be riddled with energy, today was not really ideal but you suppose that’s what comes with being a parent.

You rested your head back against the window, looking out at the streets you passed, reaching out blindly your clasped your hand with Toto’s that hadn’t removed from its position on your leg, hoping his touch could help you feel even the slightest bit better.

Toto released a deep breath as he turned off the car and turned to look at you. You hadn’t even registered that you had arrived at the track, still staring out the window in a daze. "It’s not too late to turn around and go back to the hotel, we can go back to bed." He spoke up quietly, not wanting to startle her.

You shook your head and turned to him with a smile, "I’ll be fine, come on, jack’s getting antsy," you responded, hearing your son trying and failing to unfasten his seatbelt.

Your husband huffed in defeat and reluctantly got out the car, opening the door behind his to let Jack out, you heard him entertain his childish rambling and as soon as the door shut you took a second to take a deep breath before getting out yourself.

"Mummy’s not feeling today so it’s up to you to take care of her okay?" Toto whispered to his son, who was resting on his hip, so you couldn’t hear.

Jack frowned and looked to his father in concern for you. "She’s poorly?"

Toto nodded "She’s doesn’t feel well, are you going to keep an eye on her for me?" Jack nodded with a determined look on his face before wriggling for Toto to put him down.

"Mummy!" He ran around the car as soon as his feet his the ground so he could get to you.

"Yeah, baby?" You crouched down, surprised when he wrapped his arms around your neck in a hug.

"I don’t want to see Charles, Carlos or Lando today, can we just get food and stay in Papa’s office and watch the race from the garage?" He asked.

You looked at him in confusion at his sudden change, he was beyond excited earlier and whilst you were relieved at the change in what he wanted, you were surprised at how abruptly he didn’t want to go and see the other drivers anymore.

"Are you sure that’s what you want?" You asked, skeptical as he nodded confidently but you reluctantly agreed.

"Okay then," you grabbed his hand and Toto grabbed his other as the three of you made your way into the track, you ignored the worried eyes of your husband that kept flickering to you every few seconds, the pair of you ignored the fans and shouts of media reporters as you weren’t in the mood to feign happiness and Toto was just far too concerned about you.

You had hoped that as day went by you would start to feel better but if anything you felt worse, you had went to hospitality with Jack to get some food to take back to Toto’s office but the mixture of smells had sent you spiralling and you tried to get out of there as quick as possible.

You and Jack had been in Toto’s office for about an hour and you hadn’t seen your husband in about two.

Jack was being on his best behaviour though, you don’t know where his change in what he wanted to do today came from but he seemed content sitting on the floor with his snacks and watching the live recording of the track on your phone.

You had sat yourself down on Toto’s chair to try and relax a bit but your head was spinning so much and your vision was starting to blur.

"Jack?" You called out weakly, you had tried to sound as though everything was okay as to not worry him but it didn’t work that well.

"Mama?" Jack pulled himself up to his feet immediately, live broadcast long forgotten as he saw his mother even paler than you had been this morning and leaning against his father’s desk, a thin layer of perspiration on your skin.

"Can you go get Papa for me? Tell him I need him quickly." You told him, trying to smile at him but your body didn’t even have the energy for that.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice, he turned around and ran to find Toto, opening the door with so much force that it banged against the wall before closing half way again.

"Papa!"

The Mercedes team all looked away from what they were doing and turned towards the sound of Jack’s panicked voice followed by the sight of him running through the garage with a petrified look on his face, searching for his dad.

"Papa!" He pretty much screamed, fear overtaking his body knowing that something was really wrong with his mother right now and you were alone and he couldn’t find his father.

The Mercedes team were worried beyond belief as they took in just how scared Jack was and how desperate he sounded for Toto who wasn’t in the garage at the moment.

"Jack?" Lewis slowly approached the boy who was stood in the middle of the garage, looking all around him, tears welling up in his eyes when he couldn’t see his dad.

He looked at Lewis frantically. "Where’s Papa?" He demanded.

"I think he’s speaking to someone right now, are you okay?" Lewis crouched down in front of him.

Jack shook his head aggressively, "I need Papa, Mama needs him quickly!"

"Where’s your mama?" Lewis asked as worry filled him. "Show me where she is, maybe I can help her?"

But Jack shook his head "no, she needs Papa, she told me to get him quickly."

Lewis sighed but nodded, a bad feeling was settling have in his chest for you. "Okay, you stay right here and don’t move and I’m going to go and get your dad, okay?"

"You need to be quick!" Jack told him desperately.

"I’ll be as quick as I can." Lewis told him, giving a look to the team to keep an eye on him before turning and quite literally running out of the garage.

People stopped and watched in confusion as they saw Lewis Hamilton running through the pits, looking around frantically for someone.

It didn’t take him long to see Toto sticking out from the crowd, in the middle of an interview with Martin Brundle, he didn’t care that it was live and brutally interrupted the pair of them, grabbing Toto’s arm. "You need to come with me, now. It’s important."

Seeing the serious look in his driver’s eyes, a million scenarios swirled around in Toto’s mind. He didn’t even excuse himself from Martin knowing that Lewis wouldn’t just crash his interview for no reason.

What took him back more was the fact that his driver had started running back into the direction of their garage and Toto didn’t hesitate to follow.

He couldn’t imagine how this looked, Lewis running through the paddock frantically, crashing Toto’s live interview and the pair of them running back.

"What is wrong?" He huffed as they weaved in and out of the masses of people crowding in the pits.

Lewis kept his voice down as he explained, not wanting this to hit the internet from someone overhearing. "I have no idea, Jack was screaming in the middle of the garage, looking for you. He said Y/N needed you quickly so I tried to get him to tell me where she was but he wouldn’t, said she told him to get you as quick as he could, he looked terrified."

A deep sickening feeling settled into the pit of Toto’s stomach as he quickened his pace, he knew you weren’t well today and the multiple scenarios of what could possibly have happened scared him.

"Papa!" Jack yelled as soon as he saw his father enter the garage, running straight for Toto and diving into his legs. "Quickly! Mama said she needs you."

Toto picked Jack up and looked him in the eye. "You stay here with Lewis, okay? I’m going to go see Mama."

Jack nodded, suddenly a lot more calm now that his dad was here and didn’t complain when he was passed off to Lewis.

Toto quickly made his way to his office and as soon as he stood in the threshold of the doorway, his heart fell to his stomach as he lay his eyes upon you, unconscious on the floor by his desk.

He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you as he rolled you onto your side and moved your hair from your face.

"Liebe?" He gently tapped the side of your face, trying to coerce you out of unconsciousness.

At no response, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, grimacing at the amount of heat he felt radiating from your body. Looking around his office, he saw a glass of ice water sitting on his desk, he grabbed the glass and dipped his hand inside before pressing it back against your forehead, hoping it would cool you down a bit.

"Schatz?" He tried to wake you again, this time successful as he heard a slight change in your breathing and saw your eyes moving beneath your lids.

"Y/N, you’re okay, take it easy." He continued speaking to try and coerce you more awake, smiling when he saw your eyes open.

You were confused to see your husband hovering above you, your mind was foggy and your body felt so heavy you couldn’t move your limbs.

Looking around, you found that you were lying on the floor causing your face to contort into confusion.

Turning back to Toto, you blinked up at him and upon seeing the questioning look on your face, he explained. "You fainted, and gave Jack quite the fright too."

Hearing Jack’s name, your body filled with worry and you tried to sit up but Toto’s hands on your shoulders encouraged you to lay back down. "He’s fine, he’s with Lewis."

"Need a drink," you told him causing him to look at the glass on the edge of his desk.

"I’ll get you a new one, I put my hand in that one to try and cool you down," he told you.

You shook your head, "it’s fine," you held out your hand for him to just give you the one on the desk, not really wanting him to leave at the minute.

Toto brought the glass to your lips, insisting on hosing it for you since your hands were shaky and he didn’t want you spilling it all over yourself. "Have you had anything to eat?"

You shook your head, the idea of food earlier had knocked you funny but you know you should probably eat something.

"I’ll get someone from hospitality to make you some toast," he told you, not really giving you the opportunity to refuse, not that you would have anyways. "Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah, thank you." you replied, sitting yourself up to lean against his desk. It was as though passing out was what your body needed to recover because the fuzziness in your head had faded away, the hot flush all over your body was gone and your stomach was no longer churning anymore, it just felt empty.

"We should’ve stayed at the hotel," Toto repeated for what felt like the hundredth time today and you couldn’t even argue with him this time. "I know," you responded.

"Do you want to stay in here and rest while the race is happening? I can keep Jack with me."

You shook your head, "No, I want to watch it out there; I’ll be fine."

Toto sighed but nodded.

"Mama!" Jack ran away from Lewis and towards you as soon as he saw you and Toto leave his office, you smiled widely and crouched down for him to run into your arms despite Toto’s protests, knowing you still felt a bit weak.

"Hi, baby," you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rubbed a hand up and down his back.

"I got Papa just like you said," he spoke into your shoulder.

"I know, you did such a good job," you told him proudly.

Toto insisted that you stay near him whilst the race was happening, not willing for you to leave his sight incase anything else happened so you curled up on a chair beside him with Jack on your lap, the boy also not wanting to be far from you, with Toto’s large coat draped over the pair of you.

A plate of toast and a glass of water had been set in front of you next to the monitors and there was no way you could stomach all four slices so you and Jack split it.

The media had their speculations as to why Toto and Lewis had been rushing through the paddock but once they saw you snuggled up on the chair beside Toto, still very pale, they could guess what happened but they thought it was adorable seeing how the man would constantly glance away from the monitor to you and Jack to ensure you were okay, his hand stroking your hair away from your face every few minutes.

[hypernova-writes]

Hi :)

I saw yoyr request was open. I want to suggest something for Sniper, Engineer and Soldier.

Can you write some headcanons or imagines for the mercs having a bad day (maybe) even crying and their s/o cheering them up? :)

A/n: Hiii~! :) Sure I can! I hope you Enjoy!

Sniper, Engineer and Soldier being Comforted after a bad day.

Sniper

Usually after a rough day, Sniper goes straight to his camper. He doesn’t like showing his emotions too much, he already gets teased enough by the other mercs.

But with you, He feels like he can open up more, that you would accept him for who he was. And not make fun of him. You’re such a breath of fresh air to Sniper so he feels like he can go to you whenever he has a problem.

He would enter your room, and at first, you excitedly head over to him, enveloping him in a hug. You rock him side to side, but stop when you feel tears on your shoulder. You pull away to see tears in Snipers eyes. “bad day?..” You ask and he nods slowly.

You usher the Aussie onto your bed, helping him get out of his clothes and into something comfy, Sniper watches as you scurry around your room, getting blankets and pillows, Some snacks that you knew he liked and grabbed a movie to put on.

“you don’t have to say anything babe, Come on, let’s just cuddle. You can tell me later..”

Sniper doesn’t say much besides: “Thanks..’roo..” He lays on your chest as he feels your hands run through his hair. He felt relaxed, as he looked at the tv. The movie was the last thing on his mind as he felt safe in your arms.

“I got you Mick..” You mumble as you kiss his forehead, you smile softly as him and he gives a small one back.

He felt safe. He felt okay, knowing that even when he doesn’t say what he’s feeling, you always find a way to comfort him.

Engineer

Engineer is usually one to keep his emotions in tack, even when he’s upset, he tries not to let it show. But sometimes, he just can’t help it.

The battle when to shit Today, everyone was getting on his last nerves, the project he was working on just wasn’t going right. He could feel the frustration bubbling up and he let out a sigh. He places his hands on his face as he tried not to cry.

He’s so caught up in his emotions, that he doesn’t hear you come in calling his name:

“Dell! Dell, Sugar, I Brought you-“

You cut yourself off when you see him with his head in his hands.

Coming up behind him, you actually end up spooking him placing your hands on his shoulders. “Oh? Darlin’ I didn’t hear ya come in?”

You give him a small kiss on the cheek and slowly guide him away from his work station, he only chuckles as he allows you to pull him away to his bed. He knew you weren’t going to let him be upset for long.

You help him get ready for bed, stripping the male down to his boxers and tshirt. “Suga’ you shouldn’t have to do this..’m alright.” you ignore him and walk around his workshop, cleaning up his little area and turning off his machines before coming back over to him.

He can do nothing but smile as you sit on the bed, and he lays his head in your lap, allowing you to rub his head.

“Tell me about your day Sweetheart..” He just melts at that.

And he surely does, tells you everything that had went wrong that day and how frustrated he was, he ranted and ranted until he got tired, and you smile down at him and laid back, letting him sleep on your lap.

Soldier

It’ll be really easy to tell when Soldier is upset, because he’s usually running around, yelling and eager to challenge someone in combat.

But when you stop by to see him, he just has his head in his hands, staring at the loaf of bread you had given him earlier.

“Solly? You alright? You didn’t come and see me after the battle like you said you would?”

“..Correct, Cadet, I am just not in the mood.”

Immediate red flag.

You use all the little strength that you have and pick this man up, he’s confused as you carry him off to the kitchen. “CUPCAKE! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TAKING ME??”

“To the kitchen. We’re making bread.’

You always have dough prepared for moment’s like this. Soldier could only watch in Awe as you commanded him around the kitchen, and he listened! You were making bread for him after all!

You looked over at him every know and then to make sure he was okay before continuing on to the next step.

Soldier would eventually forget what even made him made, so when you came and asked him: “what was bothering you Solly?”

He stares at you blankly before smiling brightly. “I DO NOT REMEMBER”

You chuckle before kissing his cheek, Continuing to make bread with the male.

Hope you enjoy!! Remember! My asks box is open! I'm making my way through asks 💞

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Study Abroad

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x university student!reader Faceclaim: None

A/N: inspired by me very very much wanting to study abroad

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MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT TAYLOR'S VERSION

Thank you so much for all the support you've shown to the Taylor's version of My tortured drivers department so far! My inbox is full and I couldn't be more grateful for absolutely everything <3

In this list there are fics that haven't been adopted by a driver yet, so remember that, to request one, just send me a message on my Tumblr inbox with the driver you want me to write about alongside the song that will inspire the fic.

If a plot is already chosen by a driver, don't worry! When Taylor's ones end, we still have the upcoming My tortured drivers department options with the following: ⋆ One Direction ⋆ Louis Tomlinson ⋆ Harry Styles ⋆ Niall Horan ⋆ Little Mix ⋆ Camila Cabello

As for the Taylor Swift fics, these are the ones that haven't been requested yet:

1. TIM MCGRAW Driver of your choice x Reader After spending all the summer together, it's finally time to say goodbye to your summer love... but you won't be leaving until you him a note with a Spotify playlist that contains a secret message

2. TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR Nico Rosberg x Reader You meet with your best friend and, when you expect him to confess his feelings for you, he ends up telling you he has a crush for your best friend

3. TIED TOGETHER WITH A SMILE Driver of your choice x Reader You pretend to be ok and pretend your burnt out feeling because of your job isn't real. However, your boyfriend knows you quite well and tries to calm you down when you explote during a vacation with your family

4. I'M ONLY ME WHEN I'M WITH YOU Driver of your choice x Reader You're just tired of faking to the public something you're not, so your boyfriends decides to help you out a little bit

5. SPEAK NOW Driver of your choice x Reader ⋆ SMUT He's about to get married, but he also promised you to runaway from his wedding just to be with you. Luckily, he kept his promise

6. NEVER GROW UP Driver of your choice x Reader It's your child's first birthday and the nostalgia of your pregnancy and birth is inevitable

7. OURS Jenson Button x Reader (requested by anon!) No one wants you together, but the truth is that you don't actually give a them f about what other people may think about you

8. TELL ME WHY Driver of your choice x Reader ⋆ SMUT You're confused on how your relationship works and you want more than just pure sex, but you're so unsure to ask him what you really are

9. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR Driver of your choice x Reader You're fucked, so fucked up, after having an argument and telling him his Formula 1 career is done. Even you know you're wrong, you're so reluctant to do it that it might be a matter of live or death for your relationship

10. TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE Mick Schumacher x Reader Your boyfriend decides to surprise you with your childhood dream: taking you to Disneyland Paris

11. I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBE Driver of your choice x Reader After many problematics with the press, fans and the Formula 1 organization itself, you realized what you were thinking about all the time: that you were in a toxic relationship

12. ALL TOO WELL Jenson Button x Reader The age gap didn't work out; his actions towards you, neither. You try to remember the good moments you lived, but the bad ones... you remember them all too well

13. WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER Driver of your choice x Reader You ex boyfriend can't stop calling you to ask you for a second chance. Instead, you decide to give him an opportunity, but only to meet with him in your favourite coffee shop to tell him that you will never get back together

14. BABE Oscar Piastri x Reader (requested by anon!) You thought you were having the perfect relationship until he is honest with you and tells you he's been cheating on you for a year

15. END GAME Lando Norris x Reader Y/N, after dating too many guys for fun, is finally ready to settle down her mind by starting dating her brother’s best friend

16. I DID SOMETHING BAD Jenson Button x Alonso!Reader (requested by anon!)⋆ SMUT He has a night one stand with you, his friend's daughter. He knows that’s bad, but why the forbidden feels so good?

17. LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO Max Verstappen x Actress!Reader After breaking up with his boyfriend of three years, Y/N decides to move forward and show people that she wasn’t the villain of their story

18. GETAWAY CAR Oscar Piastri x Reader x Lando Norris After having a relationship with his teammate, and having broken up with him after many years dating, Y/N just need him as a getaway car.

19. AUGUST Charles Leclerc x Reader You spend your summer dating someone who happened to be dating another girl, but the truth is that, when you find out, you just want that person to choose you for the rest of his life

20. ILLICIT AFFAIS Driver of your choice x Reader You're tired of keeping your relationship a secret, specially considering the age gap between you both. When you tell him you're sick of it, he shows up his real you (or, maybe, the one you didn't want to see as you were, and still are, so in love)

21. EPIPHANY Single dad!Driver of your choice x Doctor!Reader The days in the hospital are quite busy, your little patiences aren't doing so well and you really can't do anything to make them feel better. Imposter's syndrome is hitting hard, but one of the dad's of the kids you're treating just wants to know your work and, more than that, you, are more worth than you think

22. THE LAKES Driver of your choice x Baker!Reader You were tired of your life; better said: you weren't happy with your life. After an unsuccessful marriage you decide to move to a little town with the only goal of just opening your bakery and staying as calm as possible, trying to reconnect with yourself. What you didn't expect was that one of your customers was, actually, what you needed to find the joy again

23. CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS Driver of your choice x Reader To everyone, you were the perfect Formula 1 couple. Things take a turn for the worse when he decides to propose to you during the FIA Prize Giving and you deny it, unsure of what the future holds for you both

24. LONG STORY SHORT Liam Lawson x Reader After years battling with yourself, you finally feel like leaving your past behind. However, crossing paths with the person that hurt and loved you the most at the same time feels like that past wasn't exactly a long story short as you thought

25. IT'S TIME TO GO Driver of your choice x Pregnant!Reader He was his everything for you, but you weren't for him. After seeing him flirting in some dating apps with some girls, and even meeting with some of them, you decide it's time to go... even id that means raising your child by yourself

26. ANTI-HERO Driver of your choice x Driver teammate!Reader Your team isn't as strong as you thought it would be with him, but after seeing the news, everything is being said about you and, specially, after a meeting with your team to discuss you leaving before the season even ends, make you realize that, definitely, you're the problem

27. VIGILANTE SHIT Spy!Oscar Piastri x Ex girlfriend spy!Reader (requested by anon!)⋆ SPY AU You were his everything, but now you're his worst nightmare. After finding out he was the real reason behind you being found guilty of crimes you didn't commit, you decide to disappear just to plan a revenge to make his life a living hell

30. MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS Driver of your choice x Reader You just want him to be like your friends' boyfriends: nice, romantic, pulling up the question and start building a family together. To your not so surprise, all he answers is no, breaking your dreams in a thousand pieces and making you realize you're just a toy to have fun with

31. I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART Boyfriend!Driver of your choice x Singer!Reader Paparazzis post pictures of him kissing a girl and, before you go to stage with him in the backstage, you just have to fake everything till the very end of your first show of your worldwide tour

32. SO HIGH SCHOOL ⋆ University AU For now: Oscar Piastri x Reader / Charles Leclerc x Reader / Carlos Sainz x Reader / George Russell x Reader / Max Verstappen x Reader One of your projects in your Journalism degree is interviewing someone from the Sciences field. You can't find anyone until he sees you struggling in the library and he offers to be interviewed by you. In that moment, you feel like back in high school since that Engineering student is way too nice with you

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

can you do hickeys smut with jj maybank and after all their friends see it and take the mick out of jj

i love you so

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!reader , the pogues x reader

warnings: a little smut, unprotected sex, p in v, pet names, creampie, overstimulation, use of y/n once

summary: jj marks you up for everyone to see, including your friends.

authors note: thank you for the request! sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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his lips trailed across your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there, his body planked over yours.

your hands tangled in his hair as you bit your lip to suppress the moans threatening to slip out when his hips pressed into yours. “oh, fuck.”

he kissed down your chest and continued to lick and suck at your breasts, leaving pretty little bruises across your skin. some in places only he’d ever see, and others in places for everyone else to know who you belonged to.

“jj, ‘m so close,” you mumbled, your hips rolling up into his to match his rhythm before his lips were back onto yours.

“you gonna come for me, sweet girl?” he mumbled against your lips. “hm?”

you simply nodded, too tired to do much of anything else right now. your nails sunk into his back when your orgasm approached like a tidal wave, crashing over you and triggering his own.

you felt the warmth fill you up, making your legs shake with the slight overwhelming stimulation.

he pressed a few gently kisses to your cheeks then forehead before leaning up.

“wait,” you stopped, hands searching for him. “can we just lay here for a minute?” you asked softly.

“‘course, sweetheart,” he said, laying down by your side and looping his arm around you so you could cuddle in close.

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the chateau, for once, was actually not burning hot inside. so here you all were, you and jj cuddled up on a couch, john b and sarah the same on the other one with kie and pope to their left against the arm.

due to the heavy rain outside, you guys decided it was best to stay inside and just chill for a little until mother nature decided to move on.

everything was fine, everyone having fun and enjoying time together. that was until your best friend, sarah, glanced at you when you turned your head a little too much, causing the neckline of your shirt to drift down slightly. “holy shit, jj,” she exclaimed. “you’re like a vampire or something, dude.”

then john b had noticed it. “jesus, man. take it easy, will you? poor y/n.”

“oh my god,” kie jumped in. “did that hurt?”

“there’s absolutely no way that it didn’t,” pope added.

a blush began to settle over your cheeks as jj laughed and you buried your head into the crook of his neck.

“i call it art,” your boyfriend said. “i like to think i’m an arti—“

he was cut off when you slapped his stomach and mentally cursed at the embarrassment.

[libraryofloveletters]

chapter seven: what's the worst that can happen?

Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: babysitting/playdate uncle mickey for the girls, a sweet mention of michael <3, seb is sooo love sick, < mick thinks it's hilarious, fun date stuff, some kissing because seb is loving on his lady, mick teasing the two of you, a few cheeky comments, illusions to 18+ stuff at the end ;)

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: finally giving y'all wanted to see; the y/n and seb date! there's a fun lil surprise at the end for you freaky fuckers ;) enjoy it :)

sugar and spice; all things nice masterlist

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"Which one?" Sebastian asks, the one hanger in each hand.

Mick looks up from his phone, finding Sebastian in front of him extremely serious about which shirt he should be wearing on his date with y/n. "Oh Seb," the younger German laughs, "you're nervous!"

"I am not!" He groans, rolling his eyes at Mick's teasing - he was sooo nervous. "Just help me pick a shirt, Mick."

"You're like a teenager with a crush," he smiles, making Sebastian groan once again but he nods towards the baby blue button up. "That one."

"You're a pain in the ass, Mick." Sebastian tells him as he hangs the white shirt back in the closet.

Mick shrugs, making himself comfortable on Seb's bed. "Just doing what dad would do." He says, both of them sharing a smile at the thought of Michael; he would have definitely teased Sebastian about his nervousness, but he would have been the first person to support whatever this was between him and y/n.

The thought is pulled away when they hear the little footsteps coming towards the room, Milly pushing the door open as she flings herself into her uncle's arms. Mick catches the girl, hugging her before he pulls her up onto the bed with him.

Sebastian smiles at the sight of them; Mick's holding the girl, Amelia sitting on his lap as she tells him all about the stuff she has planned for her, Olivia and Mick to do.

Had you told him when he met Michael all those years ago, as a young RedBull driver, that his daughter and Michael's son would be like siblings, he would have never believed you.

The doorbell rings and the girl jumps off of the bed, pulling Mick behind her. The man follows her without much of a choice.

"That's Liv! C'mon uncle Mick!" She shouts, running out the room with Mick right behind her. The two of them make it downstairs, Angie pawing at the front door while barking. Mick opens the door, the little girl runs in and hugs his legs.

"Hi Mickey!" She smiles at him and he smiles, reaching down to pinch her chunky cheek.

"Hi sweetheart, come in." He steps aside, scooting Angie back a bit so they had space to come in.

Angie was licking Liv's hand, Milly making the introduction between her best friend and her fur friend. The two girls run off towards the living room after Milly waves hello to you and Mick shuts the door behind you.

He smiles when he sees you, "wow.. you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Mick." You smiled. Angie was running up to you, standing on her back legs as she put her paws on your thighs, barking for some attention.

"Angie! Down!" Mick wags a finger at her and she does drop back down but she barks at him, giving him a look that you can only assume was for ruining her fun. You laugh, kneeling down to pat her side. "Hi pretty girl, dad's no fun huh?" You made a face at her, the dog nuzzling into your arm as you scratched her belly.

"You're spoiling her," Mick laughs when you stand up, Angie running off when Milly calls for her.

"She's adorable. Is Seb ready?"

There are footsteps from your left, you both look towards the stairs where Seb was coming down. "I am."

Mick can't help but laugh; "you know you're supposed to be picking y/n up. This should be the other way around."

You smiled at the boy's comment and Sebastian rolled his eyes, coming down to kiss your cheek. "We're not a very traditional couple, Mick."

Seb takes a moment to admire you; a red top that fit you perfectly and was just low cut enough to leave him wanting more, jeans that were made for you and only you; he resisted the urge to grab your ass in front of Mick - don't want to traumatize the man that's babysitting your children.

"You look.. wow." He smiles, making you chuckle. "You look pretty wow yourself."

"God, this is like watching my parents flirt," Mick gags, walking into the living room.

Seb takes that as his chance; his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him, hand slipping down to rest on your ass when he kisses you.

"Behave," you mumble, wiping the lipgloss off of his lips. He rolls his eyes playfully, "says you."

The girls were playing with Angie on the floor, Mick stretched out on the couch with the TV playing; very big brother, little sisters coded of them.

"We're heading out now." Sebastian announces and the girls come over, hugging you both goodbye. You give them both a kiss on the cheek, making them promise not to give Mick a hard time while Seb was off to the side talking to previously mentioned man.

"So do I get one of those too?" Mick asks when Seb finally lets him go.

Your brows furrow but Mick glances at the girls but turning his face to the side and leaning towards you. Laughing, you kiss his cheek and leave a red kiss shaped mark on his cheek as you had done with the girls.

Sebastian holds your hand, leading you out of the house before you get a chance to change your mind.

You shout on the way out of the door. "Have fun, you guys! Call if you need us!"

The two of you ended up taking Seb's car - he didn't let you drive, claiming that you driving over was all the driving you'd be doing for the night. Sebastian had planned the date, you had no idea where the two of you were going, or if you were even dressed for the right occasion.

So when he pulled up to the parking lot and the neon sign read mini golf, you looked over at him a bit confused. "Are you serious?" You can't help the laugh.

Sebastian shrugs, "Mick suggested it."

"No wonder," you chuckled, getting out of the car. Seb's cheeks are red, his hand resting on your lower back as you two walk towards the front door. "We can leave.. I can think of something-"

"Relax," you reach for his arm, giving it a squeeze. "It's an odd choice but, I'm sure we'll have fun."

"Okay," he nods, exhaling as he opens the door for you. "I haven't been on a date in a long time.. so I'm a little out of practice." The man admits his thoughts and feelings to you and yet there you were making a joke; "Right, I forget you're 800 years old."

Sebastian rolls his eyes. His hand that previously rested on your back reaches over to pinch your hip teasingly, making you smile. You often tease bit about him acting older than he actually is; a lot of the things that you tell him or show him, he doesn't even have a clue about.

Despite the two of you only having a five year age gap, Seb was an old soul in comparison to you.

Not that you minded, you appreciated the stability that he brought into your life as well as Olivia's.

"But don't worry, me either." You tell him, referring to his dating comment. "At least not a good one, anyways."

"So you're certain this one will be good?" he raises a brow, making you laugh yet again as you two walked in.

You nod, smiling at the man. "I think so."

The two of you decide to play a few rounds, making it around the course. It wasn't until you made it to the last hole that the two of you decided that you wouldn't be playing another round.

"Go on," he tells you, letting you hit the ball into the hole. It misses the hole by an inch and you watch as Seb purposefully misses his shot as well.

You line your club up with the ball. "You didn't have to do that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He smiles, clapping for you when you get the ball into the final hole, you take a small bow and hand him your club.

His hand rests on your lower back yet again, leading you towards the exit. "Shall we get out of here?" He asks and you nod. "Where to?"

Sebastian, a gentlemen as always, opens the door for you to get into the car. "I know a place," he tells you before shutting the door and getting in.

It was about an hour drive away. The two of you chatting away as Sebastian drives down a lonely road that leads to what seems like the middle of nowhere. You look over at the man, a bit confused before turning to look out of the window yet again.

There's a big blue sign coming up to your left that reads; drive in movies.

You smile, turning back to Seb as he drives through the gate. "What are we watching?"

"I believe they have the cabin in the woods running tonight." He tells you, pulling into a spot towards the back. It was fairly empty so you could still see the big projector screen.

"You know," you start as you two get out of the car, meeting by the side to walk towards the snack booth. "I hate scary movies."

Seb's arm links with yours, pulling you into your side. "I'll protect you," he says, a goofy grin on his face as he raises his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, laughing as you two pick out some snacks.

The two of you return to the car, settling into your seats as the movie begins. It's gotten about 30 minutes into the movie before the first scary thing happens, causing you to jump in your seat and spill popcorn everywhere.

Sebastian looks away, his hand over his mouth as he snickers and you can't help but laugh, your hand reaching out to smack his shoulder. "It's not funny!"

"It kinda is," he chuckled, leaning over to give you a kiss.

The popcorn is long forgotten, Sebastian's hand resting on your jaw as he kisses you. Your own hand wraps around his wrist, pulling him closer. Leaning over the centre console, Seb's hands begin to wander, his lips traveling from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck.

Your cheeks flush red when you realize you're still in public, anyone can look over and see you. "Seb," you whispered, the man mumbles against your neck, moving further down.

A hand holds his chin, forcing him to stop and look up at you. "What?"

"Not here," you smiled at him, giving him one more kiss before wiping the lipgloss off of his face.

It made you smile; at your grown age, he still made you blush and giggle like a teenage girl.

It was nearly 10:30 when the movie ended and Sebastian asked you if you'd like to get dinner. You nod, "but will Mick be okay with the girls?"

"Yeah, he'll be fine. We can call if you'd like?"

"Please," you smiled and Sebastian pulled his phone out and called Mick, the two of you watching and waiting to see if they'd pick up.

"Hey," Mick smiles when he answers, sitting on the couch. "Hey," the two of you say at the same time, making you laugh.

"Girls!" Mick calls out to them, knowing that's who you wanted to talk to. Milly and Liv come running in, Angie running behind them as they climb onto the couch with Mick.

The two of them shout hello, overlapping each other as they tell you how much fun they're having with Mick. Liv holds his hand up, "mom look!"

Mick had blue and purple nail polish all over his nails. The man bites back a smile, Milly giggles. "He let us do whatever colour we wanted!"

"That's nice, girls. We're gonna be out a bit longer, will you guys be okay with Mick?"

"Yeah!" They say together, making you smile. Seb tells them to listen to Mick and that when he says it's bedtime, they've got to go to bed. They agree and run off to play again, leaving Mick with the phone.

"Soooo.." he smiles when he gets the phone back, "how's it going?"

"Good," you tell him, "we'll be out a bit later though, you're sure you'll be okay with the girls?"

"Absolutely, I'll put them to bed. You two take as long as you need." He says and you smile when you thank him. You hand the phone back over to Seb and the younger German laughs when he sees his friend.

"Why have you got sparkles on your face, Sebastian?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

Seb rolls his eyes, "shut up, Mick."

Mick can hear your snicker from behind Seb, making him laugh. "Gross you guys. Okay bye, have fun.. but not too much fun!" He says in a fit of laughter when Seb hangs up on him.

"Where to now?" You looked over at him and Seb shrugged. "Dinner?" He suggests and you nod, "but what's open? Most places close at 10."

"I think I saw a diner, unless you want McDonalds or something?"

You hum, taking a moment to think. "Either is fine with me," you smiled.

The man nods, pulling out of the lot. You two end up in the parking lot of the diner only to realize they were closed. It wasn't until you were almost back home that Sebastian pulls into a McDonald's, the only place that was open at this time of the night. You aren't sure since when restaurants close at 10pm on a Friday, but you went along with it anyways.

A brown paper bag sat on the middle console as the two of you ate chicken nuggets, at midnight, in some sketchy McDonald's parking lot.

"You didn't actually say that," you look over at him, taking a bite of your nugget. Seb nods, "I did; I was racing, I was faster, I passed him, I won." The man shrugs, a wicked grin on his face.

You roll your eyes, "you were so cocky."

"If only we had met sooner," he says, leaning back in his seat, head turning to look at you. "I would have charmed the panties off of you."

You snorted, smacking his arm. "You can still do that now, Seb."

He smiles, his head reaching over for yours. Seb's fingers interlock with yours. "Shall we go home?" He asks.

"Will Mick be okay with the girls for a bit longer? I was thinking.. we could, you know.. go back to mine."

"Yeah?" Seb raises an eyebrow, "what for?"

You shrug, smiling at him. Seb gets the hint; "I'm sure he'll be fine. Shall we?" You nod, smiling. "You're the driver, so please."

It's a short drive back to yours and Sebastian follows you inside, his hand holding yours as you walk in. He stopped in the entryway, you were up the first two steps.

"What?" You look at him and he shakes his head, smiling as he follows behind you. You make it up the staircase, stopping again outside of your bedroom and Seb looks at you.

You weren't sure if you were making the right choice; you wouldn't be able to go back if you did this.

"Are you sure?" You asked him quietly and Seb nods, his hand cupping your jaw before he leans in. HIs lips ghost over yours, "I've never been more sure in my life."

Sebastian closes the gap between the two of you, your hand fumbling behind you to open the door. The two of you are tangled together, hands all over each other, lips moving from one spot to the other as you stumbled to the bed.

He lets you get on before joining you, moving to settle between your legs before kissing you again. One by one, the clothes end up on the floor in the pile.

"You're sure?" Sebastian looks down at you, your leg on his hip.

You nod, pulling him down for another kiss. "I've never been more sure."

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[disneyprincemuke]

take my hand * ls2

the princess, to inherit the throne after marriage, is having the hardest time trying to find a man to wed. until, a certain duke of somewhere comes riding in to ask for her hand

pairings: prince!logan x princess!reader

word count: 4.6k

notes: just a short long introductiON!! ugh, there's a lot more to this i think and i'm so excited for this like u cant make this shit up, thank u to the turtle anon who requested this tbh i never would have thought of this my fucking self!! AHHH tell me wht u think bc i spent 3 days drafting and writing this and i'll retire if i dont know what u think of it

(f1 masterlist)

your hands grab your skirt as you move one foot in front of the other. you bend your knees as you curtsy and drop your head. "i hope that you didn't find your stay to be a waste of time, your majesty. i can only offer my sincerest apologies.”

"princess, please," a laugh makes you lift your head with an unimpressed expression flashing on your face, "i told you to call me max. and, it's okay. perhaps we were not the best match."

"truly," you smile, resting your hands on your poofed-up gown that covers your legs. "i do, however, really did enjoy your stay. i learned a lot about the world while you were here."

max glances at the carriage that approaches the front steps that lead to the castle. "text me when you do find the love match you're looking for, princess," he smiles, turning to you politely. "shame that it could not be prince charles."

"do not bring that up. it is unlike me to be so particular of something so... superficial," you laugh, a hand coming up to your mouth. "i'll extend an invite to you for the wedding - if there will ever be one."

"you're absolutely lovely," he straightens his shirt. "i'm sure there will be somebody that will put an end to your long search for a husband."

"a princess can only dream," you shrug. you take a step forward when the carriage stops right by you, mirroring the step he takes to initiate his departure. "texting buddies, okay? take pictures of bangkok for me when you pay a visit to prince alex."

"your wish is my command," max smiles. he holds his hand out to you, palm facing up. "want to hear one more fun fact about geography before i leave?"

you shake your head with a polite smile, lifting your hand and tilting your head as he takes it into his. "please just leave, max. no more fun facts."

"fine. i shall text you one when i arrive in the netherlands," he teases you, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

that was how the week ended for you. you waved as you watched prince max's carriage ride off into the sunset, towards the exit of your castle. you then sigh when he is no longer in sight. you turn around to face the exterior of the castle you called home for the entirety of your life.

at the large doors, your younger brother stands with his arms folded over his chest. "debrief, sister?"

"yes," you mutter, grabbing what you can of your petticoat and skirt, and hurrying up the stairs. "did you manage to sneak sabine in? she has to be there for the debrief."

"in your bedroom with a bottle of expensive champagne and orange juice as per your request," mick mutters, turning on his heel as you pass him at the doors. "before you run off, however, mother looks for you."

"tell mother i am busy," you frown, hastily navigating the long hallway to try and get to your room. realistically, your farewell with max lasted much longer than you would have liked. but, he is now considered a friend.

“sister,” mick says with a bewildered expression on his face. “she will shave my head if i say that to her.”

you grin. “good, then i get to keep my hair.”

“it’s important, she emphasised. something about a new guest for next week.” mick jogs to catch up to you, stomping his foot into the ground when you come to a halting stop. he smiles apologetically at you. “i hate to be the bearer of bad news for you, sister.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. your grasp only tightens around your skirt. “another guest so soon? is she so desperate to hop off the throne and ride off into the sunset with father for an early retirement?”

mick sighs and shakes his head. “you know it’s not like that.”

“all i asked of her is that she gives me a week break between all of the men she is throwing at me! i have not had a moment to myself in three weeks!” you ramble, picking up the weight of your dress again. you charge down the hallway. “i’ve barely had the time to listen to the voices in my head, brother.”

“i told you to stop making that joke — it’s not funny!”

“it is!”

“it could very well be existent — the voices in your head. what are we to do if you truly turn out to be a lunatic of some sort?”

mick is ahead of you a couple of steps again when you halt your footsteps. “you’re saying you’d love me less if i were to be diagnosed to be a lunatic?”

he presses his lips together. “i should tell mother about the time you took body shots off of frederik at that one party i snuck you into.”

“perhaps i shall tell mother about your escapades with the help,” you point out. your smile slowly turns triumphant when mick rolls his eyes and takes a step back. “exactly.”

“i’ll see you in your bedroom, devil spawn,” mick says through his teeth. he glances down the hall and turns on his heel. he leans into you slightly with a smirk. “bring laila. tell her i miss her.”

“take the piss, mick,” you scoff. you continue your way down the hallway and make a quick right. the stairwell leading up to your bedroom almost tempts you, but the silence of the hallway makes your mother’s voice briefly flashes in your ear.

you can almost imagine the fallout if you ignored her this time. so you take one more step down the hallway and knock on the door. from the corner of your eye, you can see someone approaching you. “princess.”

you slowly turn your body to face them and tilt your head. “laila.”

“how was the farewell with prince max?” she giggles, hovering behind you as you wait for your mother’s response. “glad to be on your own, i hope.”

“yes, until you realise that i’m here because mother,” you knock again, “has found another bachelor to terrorise me with either his questionable fashion or weird love for countries that are not his own! for the next week!”

the door finally opens, knocking you back a step as the sudden intrusion of your complaints. you were not done rambling on about the failed courtships that you have had to endure in the last couple of months.

“there you are, mother. i was wondering if mick was simply trying to get rid of me by telling me you needed me,” you grumble, walking straight into the tea room she locked herself in. “question: why is mick telling me about another suitor coming in the next week?”

“ah,” your mother smiles. “yes. i’ve been meaning to speak to you about him, but you seemed busy with prince max. actually, i thought i might have to call off the duke of florida.”

you raise an eyebrow and turn to her. “but mother, i need a break.”

she shrugs in return, throwing her arms in the air. she walks back to the table in the far corner of the room where her tea is set. “he is a very busy man, darling.”

“i’m a busy woman!” you shriek, taking all offence to what your mother is trying to imply. “are you saying his time is more valuable than mine? i am a princess, to inherit the throne upon marriage — he is just a duke.”

your mother doesn’t respond, but takes a seat at her table and smiles at you. you glance at laila, standing quietly by the door with her hands clasped together. you turn back to your mother.

“some might say he will only turn out to be my trophy husband if all of this works out the way you want it to!”

“please, watch yourself! is that what you learned when we let you go out to uni?” your mother scolds you with a bewildered expression on her face. “well, it’s no wonder you cannot find a husband. we are running out of eligible bachelors, just to inform you.”

you part your lips, chest heaving as you try and process — yet again — the underlying meaning of her words. “postpone the courtship.”

“i simply cannot. and, it would be rude of me as he is already en route,” she sips on her tea, “he arrives in the morning.”

“i-“ you cut yourself off and take a deep breath. “whatever.” you turn on your heel and march towards the door. “let’s go, laila. let’s have one last debrief before i give in to my true desire to throw myself out of the bloody window.”

“behave, (y/n)!”

you kick your feet up as you pour orange juice into the champagne flute. "kind fernando was fine, actually," you say, pointing at the picture that flashes on the wall of your bedroom. "it's just unfortunate that he was a bit too old for me."

"a bit?" mick scoffs, turning to you. he is on your bed, duvet pulled up to his shoulders, with one of his arms poking out to hold his champagne flute. "he's ten years younger than father, you think he is only a bit old?"

you stare at him. "it's just twenty years - it could have been worse."

"she's deranged," sabine says, half her upper body laying on your bed while her legs are on the ground of your carpeted floor. "don't mind her. so, next failed date."

the picture immediately changes, now prince george of britain is plastered on your wall in all his glory. you sigh and throw your head back into your chair. “this one is just such a shame.”

“that he’s much sassier than you,” mick grins, turning to you. “you reckon he’s…”

“definitely not. he told me he’s in love with a mundt,” you mutter. “but prince alex told me it’s complicated — mundt is arranged to marry someone else!”

laila gasps, turning to you from the corner of the room. "have you got a groupchat with all the royals or something?"

"no, prince alex is just my bestie," you beam, turning back to the screen. "i'd have married him on the spot if princess lily wasn't already with him."

"you don't like prince alex like that," mick mutters, side eyeing you with a small scowl. "if you were so open to marrying friends, why didn't you just marry prince max?"

"because he was born to be irritating." you shake your head. "and i'm not interested in geography like that. i can't have that for the rest of my life."

"okay, but what was wrong with the crown prince of monaco? he was sculpted by the gods," sabine mutters, changing the slide. objectively, he very well could have been the one that ended all of this for you.

but there was something about his odd fashion choices that made you pull away about three days into his stay in the palace. you lied through your teeth about it simply not being a love match, but never told him about the real reason. it just seems quite mean and intentional if you brought that up.

"not his fashion sense," you mutter. you turn to laila. "why are you standing the corner? don't you want to cuddle with your boyfriend who's already made a home out of my bed?"

"no, princess, i'm at work," she whispers, shaking her head. "more champagne?"

"ridiculous," you mutter, pointing at mick. "when we're in this room and those doors are closed, you are my friend. and his secret girlfriend. so please, kick the shoes off and cuddle before i change my mind."

mick grins, pushing the blankets from his torso. he opens up one of his arms for her. "i told you she doesn't care."

"yeah, but i work for her," laila mutters, climbing into your bed hesitantly and snuggling up into mick's side.

you put your drink down on the table and readjust the projector set up next to you, sharpening the quality and readjusting it to ensure that everyone can see the pictures proper. "don't need to remind me i'm single, you guys."

"you should have just given prince charles a chance," sabine mutters with an eyeroll. she looks at you with her lips pressed together. "i keep telling you - that prince was a catch despite the weird fashion sense."

you switch to the next slide. "fluorescent yellow is up next,” you mutter. “prince lando is so funny.”

“i’m going to tell you again, sister,” mick looks over at you, “funny isn’t going to rule your people properly.”

you roll your eyes and take a swig of your mimosa. “he didn’t even want to court me in the first place — his mother talked him into it,” you explain, shaking your head. “we’re mutuals on instagram!”

“are you even allowed an instagram account?” mick laughs, remembering all the lectures you both would received growing up about behaviour on social media.

“i know you’ve got a private one,” you clear your throat, “as do i. it was very handy for uni.”

“true that,” sabine agrees with you, nodding with a wide smile. “i’m your biggest fan. she’s got the most ratchy stuff in there, mick. you don’t follow her?”

“no, we’re not that close,” mick shakes his head with a giggle. “so, prince lando essentially… just isn’t looking to be married so soon?”

“unfortunately not. but that’s absolutely none of my business,” you giggle, sinking into your seat comfortably. you flip to the next picture and hum in satisfaction. “and the latest one to add to our collection.”

“ah, prince max,” mick grins. he looks at laila. “he was lovely, wasn’t he?”

laila presses her lips together and giggles. she nuzzles into mick’s side, resting her head on his shoulder. “he was very friendly. i quite liked him during his stay.”

“as did my sister, i believe,” mick teases. “do you know how many fun facts prince max knows about the world?”

“ah, i’ve spoken to him,” sabine nods with a soft giggle. she pushes herself up onto the bed, stomach down and rests her head flatly. “he was very nice.”

“she snuck you in somehow this week?” mick turns to you. “very defiant, sister. were you not afraid that mother would catch you sneaking a commoner into the palace again?”

you press your lips together and nod enthusiastically. “max wanted gin and tonics.”

“wow, first name basis,” laila teases, covering her lips with her hand. “he was a talkative drunk, my love, but he is very delightful to be with. did you not converse with him when he was here?”

"i was busy with my finals up until this afternoon," mick sighs, shaking his head. "though, i overheard dear sister over there telling prince max he will be invited to the wedding. so, i will see him again."

"you're such a snitch, mick," you grunt as you roll your eyes. "but anyway, i've got a prince something coming in tomorrow for another week of courtship."

sabine lifts her head to look at you. "seriously? did your mother tell you who it is? shall we search him up on google so we can form first opinions before his arrival?"

mick lifts an eyebrow, moving his head to the side while he maintains his judgemental stare at your best friend. "isn't that a bit much?"

you hum. the thought of google searching for the duke of florida is very tempting. while you do typically let sabine go and do her own investigative searches ahead of time for you to assess how much fun you might have in the time of courtship, it feels like this one is too soon to be able to prepare for it.

you reach over to the projector and turn it off, rolling your eyes at the chorus of disappointment that your entourage voices out. "not for this one, i fear," you stand up and readjust your pyjama shirt. "the duke of florida will have to simply remain a mystery to us all until sunrise."

"what?" sabine slumps her shoulders as disappointment laces her words. "but i won't even be here for his arrival. that's unfair, princess! i insist on sticking around!"

you perk up at the suggestion. you clench your jaw as your face lights up with an idea, turning to your best friend with a small smile. "you're right. you should stay, sabine." you turn to mick with a small smile. "she should stay, shouldn't she, brother?"

he raises an eyebrow in response, and you scowl at the way laila is also staring at you in curiosity. "and how do you suppose you will make that possible? mother will not allow."

"but father will," you beam, "father will not say no. he loves sabine as much as he loves me."

mick gives you a thumbs up. "i would never have thought that you were a daddy's girl, sister."

you roll your eyes and head for the door. "i will find father and i shall convince him to let sabine stay."

"oy." you hear a tired voice before your body is shaken. the duvet is pulled up to your back with your face nuzzled into the pillow. "mother asked me to wake you."

"brother, i wish to wake up one day and not have you pester me," you mutter, rubbing your eye as you lift your head.

"you had that the entirety of my semester when i was away for uni," mick laughs. you feel the bed dip and a hand on your shoulder. next to you, sabine lifts her head to glare at mick. "ah, i seem to have woken up your partner-in-crime as well. mother didn't ask for you, only my sister."

"ah, fuck off. you're not the prince of anything to me, mick schumacher, i've seen you hunched over the bathroom with puke on your lips," sabine mutters, slowly sitting up. she turns to you. "are you ready for another potential bachelor?"

"how late did you sleep, sabine?" you hum, sitting up as well. you sigh and lay your weight on mick's back, resting your head on his shoulder. you glance over at her, assessing the shadows under her eyes. "have you even slept?"

"couple hours," she giggles, tearing off the duvet off her body. "i was up all night researching this duke of florida. i'm very excited for my stay in your palace, princess."

mick chuckles, looking over at the older girl that paces around your room. he looks at you and rests his cheek on the top of your head. "i suggest you start getting ready before mother is the one that asks you."

"just give me a minute," you whisper, shaking your head. truthfully, you were just not ready to be courted by another eligible bachelor. while you have yet to meet anyone who would generally make you gouge your eyes out, being courted endlessly for days is just not a very ideal situation.

you never know - the duke of florida might actually might be the one that throws you over the edge.

the sound of heels echoing in the hallway makes you and mick perk up, the tone and the pace of it being too familiar. you hop off the bed and grab the skirt of your nightgown. mick hops to his feet and jogs over to the door. "okay, i shall get up now."

you take a deep breath as you stare at the stairwell that would lead you towards your potential death. you can hear your mother and father conversing at the end of the stairs.

you take a deep breath as you hunch over the railing that grants you a look at your family and the door. it never gets any easier meeting these men of high status almost week after week, hopeful to ask for your hand at the end of it all.

and it doesn't get any easier trying to find gentle ways to reject these men either. they're very receptive to your rejection, which always gives you some sort of comfort when the time comes, but you're sure they are only this graceful about it because you are a princess.

you're very well aware that the average man would not react that way, very telling of your experiences in university. often, your brother would have to come in between, or the bodyguard loitering in the area (that your father insists should always be around) would have to come to your rescue and whisk you away.

"don't be so nervous, sister," mick mutters, appearing next to you with his hands in his pockets. "i'm sure the duke of florida would not be any worse than the other men that have had a go at asking for your hand. otherwise, mother would have never let him stay here with us."

you take a deep breath. "what if he's another," you look around and lean into mick, "loser? what am i to do then?"

mick shrugs with a soft chuckle. he lifts his elbow and offers it to you, gesturing at the stairwell. "then you tell father and i - we shall take care of the rest for you, princess," he taps your hand when you grab onto his arm, "let's go?"

you nod and let your younger brother guide you down the stairs.

"ah, sweetheart, good morning," your father grins when he takes notice of your presence, stretching out an arm to you. mick drops his arm when you approach your father, throwing yourself into his body for a hug. "is something wrong?"

"i no longer feel like being an heiress to the throne," you mutter softly, avoiding the daggers that your mother is shooting at you next to the older man in front of you. you sigh when he pinches your cheek gently. "just a little tired."

he laughs, patting your back lightly. "you will be okay. the first day is always the best." he looks at your mother. "come on, love. cut her some slack."

"yeah, mother," you smile teasingly, peeking at your mother. "what if the duke of florida actually turns out to be a creep this time? i would be the first to say 'i told you so'."

"not before me, i hope," mick mutters from the window sill, covered by the blinds that shield your entryway from the outside. "i think he's here, sister."

"are you sure?"

mick lifts the curtain from his body and turns to you with a frown. "are you expecting any other royal company?"

"i ought to shave your head in your sleep one night, you know," you bicker. you take a deep breath and pick up your skirt and petticoat from the ground.

you turn around and glance at sabine, hiding shyly behind the door to the study down the hall. she gives you a thumbs-up while you sigh and turn back to the door.

"laila," you sigh, your hand slightly coming out to beckon for her to come towards you. "you stayed up with sabine looking into this guy, i hope?"

"yes, princess," she nods firmly, glancing at mick by the window. "he looks decent. but again, pictures on the internet and interviews can only say so much about a person."

"that's what he is here for - to show you who he is," your father smiles, gesturing towards the door.

you take a step back as the grand doors are pulled open for you. you squint your eyes at the sudden brightness of the sun outside and you hold a hand above your eyes to shield yourself away from the sun.

in fact, there's now a carriage pulling up to the front porch steps of the main building in the palace you call home. you step outside, followed shortly by mick and then your parents.

the carriage comes to a stop, catching your breath in your throat as you anticipate who, or what, will walk out to greet you. perhaps you should have let yourself indulge in the google search that your brother did with your best friends.

two men walk out first, and of course you know that neither of them is the man who will potentially ask for your hand. until a young man steps out, sandy brown hair and a polite smile on his face. he catches your eye and does a bow to acknowledge you.

"i suppose he does not look so bad," you mutter under your breath, leaning towards laila who stands slightly behind you. "he looks... like he would be a normal guy."

"i hate to break it to you, sister," mick mutters under his breath.

you hum in response, unsure of what he means. then he takes a step aside from the door while he readjusts the sleeves of his dark orange suit. another man steps out of the carriage, sporting a royal blue motif with the weirdest mix of brunette-blonde for a hair colour. you make a mental note to ask him if he's done anything to his hair as a conversation starter.

"but that's the duke of florida," laila follows up softly. "we've got no idea who the other man is."

your mother takes a step forward with her chin high in the air. she passes you as she starts greeting the two young men. "welcome!"

you turn to your father. "who the hell is that? why are there two of them?" you turn back to the carriage where your mother is now making their acquaintance. "is this a prank, father?"

to which, he only shrugs. "i intend to find out as much as you, princess."

he puts a hand on your shoulder to urge you towards the steps to greet them. as you step down, you can hear mick chuckling. "quite a situation you've gotten yourself into, sister. two suitors at the same time?"

"they fight at dawn on the last day for her hand," laila jokes softly enough for only mick and yourself to hear.

you swat at them from the back of your skirt to hush their giggles, slowly coming to a stop where the men gathered.

"sweetheart," your mother beams, walking over to you. she wraps a hand around your arm and pulls you with her to take a step forward to them. "introduce yourself."

"princess," the unnamed man in dark orange greets you with a small smile. "pleasure to make your acquaintance. prince of australia; i'm oscar."

"ah," you grab your skirt and move your feet in front of the other, "pleasure to make your acquaintance."

the prince of australia - oscar, nudges his friend forward. he straightens his back and gives you a smile, and you notice the way his green eyes sparkle as they stare into yours.

"duke of florida," he whispers, "i'm logan. thank you for having me."

he bends slightly and presents his hand right by yours. you press your lips together as you lift it slightly, just enough to give him the green light to take your hand into his.

you're pleasantly surprised when he presses a kiss to your gloved hand. "i hope i don't waste your time, princess."

you smile as you prepare yourself for another curtsy before he shakes his head. he puts your hand down gently, resting in on your skirt before taking a respectful step back. "you're the princess," he smiles. "no need for that."

you nod. "i'm sure your travel had been longwinded and exhausting. care for some refreshments?"

[vortexdoll]

Stalker

A/n: Hey there! Someone had requested a Mick Thompson Imagine but sadly I lost it before I could answer it. I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting it together. And just a little note — Stacy is absolutely gorgeous, and I love their relationship so much! If you have any more ideas or requests, feel free to send them my way — I love hearing from you guys!

Mick Thompson x reader

Summary: Mick Thompson confronts a stalker fan who crosses boundaries with his model girlfriend during a meet-and-greet.

Warnings: Stalker

Word count: 2,220

You were used to people staring.

It came with the job. As a model, you were constantly under the microscope, whether on the runway, at photo shoots, or behind the scenes. You were used to it. You smiled, posed, and moved through it, doing what you were paid to do.

But there was something unsettling about being watched — especially when you didn’t know the person.

The Slipknot meet-and-greet had been a whirlwind. The usual group of screaming fans, excited to meet the band — and you, by association, since you were Mick’s girlfriend. You didn’t mind it. You stayed off to the side, watching quietly as Mick and the others greeted fans, their heavy masks hiding the faces you knew and loved.

You were perched against the wall, wearing Mick’s hoodie, feeling like an outsider in this world of heavy metal, blood, and masks. Yet, it felt safe with him nearby.

That’s when you saw him.

The guy was in line, grinning at the band like a fan would, but there was something off about him. His gaze kept flickering back toward you, his eyes following your every move. You shrugged it off — maybe he was just excited to meet everyone. Maybe he just thought you were pretty, as people sometimes did. You didn’t think much of it. That was until he was standing right in front of you, a shy smile on his face, holding a Slipknot photo for you to sign.

“Hey, could I get an autograph?” he asked, voice low and almost hesitant.

You smiled politely, taking the photo from him and uncapping your marker. “Sure. What’s your name?”

“Matt,” he said, eyes never leaving you as you wrote your name on the photo. “I’ve been following you for a while. I think you’re really cool.”

You glanced up, meeting his eyes. He was just a fan, right? Nothing unusual about it. You handed the photo back with a smile. “Thank you, Matt. It’s nice to meet you.”

His grin widened. “Thank you. You’re way cooler than I thought you’d be. Some models… they’re not as nice, you know?”

You laughed, a little uneasy but trying to be kind. “I try to be friendly. Thanks for coming out tonight.”

He hesitated, as if wanting to say something more, but then his voice dropped lower. “You know, I’ve been to every one of your shows. Every. Single. One.”

Your stomach fluttered, and you smiled, trying to keep the conversation light. “Wow, that’s a lot of shows! That’s really sweet of you.”

“Yeah,” he continued, his voice taking on a strange edge. “I like to keep track of things. You’re amazing. Beautiful, really.” He leaned in just a little, his smile growing more intense. “I’ve got a lot of photos of you, actually. A lot.”

You blinked, feeling a prickle of unease run up your spine. “Oh… really?”

He pulled out his phone, showing you a folder titled “Y/N - <3” before you could say anything. The folder was filled with photos — not the ones from photo shoots or public appearances, but personal photos. They were images of you walking to your car, of you at different events, even candid photos from backstage. The last few were recent — too recent.

Your heart started to race. Something wasn’t right.

“They’re from all the shows I’ve been to,” Matt said, his voice low, almost reverent. “I just… I like to keep them. You’re so much more beautiful in person, you know? I bet you’ve never even noticed me, but I’ve been watching you. Always watching you.”

The smile on your face faltered. “Uh… I didn’t know you were… following me.” Your voice was shaky, the creeping discomfort turning into something much more sinister.

He nodded, completely oblivious to the change in your demeanor. “Yeah. I know everything about you. Your schedule. The places you go. Who you hang out with. Like Mick.” His tone turned darker at the mention of Mick’s name. “He’s not good enough for you. You deserve someone who can really take care of you. I could take care of you. I’ve already got everything ready…”

You stepped back instinctively, your pulse quickening. “I think you need to leave.”

Matt didn’t take his eyes off you, his smile never wavering. “No, not yet. I just wanted to let you know. I’ve been watching for so long, I think you’re meant to be with me. Mick doesn’t see you like I do. I’ll make sure of it.”

It was then that you realized just how deep his obsession ran — this wasn’t just a fan. It was something worse. Something far more dangerous.

“Matt, I need you to go,” you said, your voice firm despite the nerves crawling up your spine.

He took a step closer. “I just want to be with you. I can’t be the only one who sees how perfect we’d be, can I?”

Before you could react, a shadow loomed behind you.

Mick.

His mask was on, his presence a looming force.

“Get away from her,” Mick’s voice came through low and menacing, muffled by his mask but unmistakable.

You turned to Mick, the relief washing over you. Matt’s eyes shifted quickly to Mick, a moment of hesitation before he smirked.

“Oh, it’s you,” he sneered. “You really think she’s yours, huh?”

Mick took one long stride toward him, his large frame casting an intimidating shadow over Matt. His hand shot out, grabbing the stalker by the throat, lifting him off the ground. The room went dead silent.

“She doesn’t belong to you,” Mick growled. “And if you ever come near her again, I’ll make sure you regret it. Do you understand?”

Matt struggled, gasping for air, but the expression on his face wasn’t fear. It was twisted with obsession. “You can’t stop me… she’s mine… I know everything about her… I’ll always find her…”

Mick squeezed harder, his jaw clenched behind the mask. “You’re not welcome here. And if I see you again, I won’t be as nice.”

With that, Mick dropped him. Matt crumpled to the floor, coughing and gasping, still glaring up at him with that same unsettling grin.

“Now get out of here,” Mick commanded coldly.

Security rushed in, dragging Matt out of the room, but not before he turned back toward you one last time, a sickening promise in his eyes. “I’ll be watching, Y/N. I always will.”

Mick slammed the door shut behind him and turned toward you, his mask still in place, but the fury in his eyes visible beneath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft, filled with concern.

You nodded, still trying to shake off the chilling words from Matt’s mouth. “Yeah… but that was… terrifying.”

Mick pulled you into his arms, his hold fierce but gentle. “He won’t get near you again, I promise.”

You buried your face in his chest, the weight of the encounter still pressing on your chest. “I just didn’t realize…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mick whispered. “He’s gone. And if he ever shows his face again, I’ll take care of it.”

You clung to him, the fear fading in the warmth of his embrace. He was right. No one would ever hurt you with him around.

You were safe.

With him, you were always safe.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!

I'm back to crack posting about my favourite shows and/or characters! =D

We Are ep 8 was gold. It had comedy, friendship, silliness and romance in the absolute perfect amounts.

Warning: long post 😊😅

This scene with Peem and Matt is peak comedy. I rewatched it so many times hehe

Phum: I'm gonna ignore every inch of space to stand right beside you. <3

Peem: *bombastic side eye*

Also Peem: *leans into him*

Khaofang woke up today and chose violence 😭👍🏼

Let's be honest though, that was not the sibling we'd expected to throw fists.

Meanwhile, Toey: that's my hia Fang 😊

Isn't that the million dollar question Mick 😭

If they got together already, how would the series run for 16 eps 😭

Toey with his hias ^ (also Matt edging him on like he's in a competition I'm dying 😭)

Toey with his P'Q:

However savage Q may be, he still shares the same braincell with his friends 😭👍🏼

IT WAS SO MEAN OF THEM TO MAKE MATT PAY WHEN THEY'VE HARDLY EVEN TAKEN A SIP! T-T

Peem before, when Phum even touched him: LET GO YOU ASSHOLE

Peem now: *fond, indulging smile* what do you want to do?

*shakes head with a sigh* boys in love ay

The motorcycle 'hold me tightly' trope being reused with a bicycle aka how to make them sit even closer

Peem saying so-so when Phum asks if he looks handsome: Peem, babe, you were the one who called him handsome first remember? 😭

What secretly. Phum was about as subtle as a football directly hitting your painting (yes I think I'm very funny).

With all due respect, please get the f out and let my boys be. Please and thank you. :)

^This is the answer to any question about Pun. 😭👍🏼

This scene is so, so beautiful. I am absolutely loving how they’re giving friendship/platonic love as much importance as romantic love because yes. I've been waiting for a bl like this forever (or at least since I got into bls hehe-). Bad Buddy and MSP came close, but We Are took the trophy. They love each other so much. Kill for each other? Nah, they'd go together and make that person's life living hell, and that would make my day.

I really really love that they're still so silly with each other in college, and are close to and comfortable enough with each other to be able to be childish and play in the middle of the day, to be each other's safe space.

This friendship is so precious and close to my heart. Even more than the romantic parts of the story, this is what makes me want to watch this series every week to see what new shenanigans they've got up to.

I love them. So much.

Beer is me, I am Beer.

Smiling at them so softly. Oh, he knows. And he ships. 👍🏼

This scene was also so beautiful.

They've finally started acknowledging that there's something between them.

I think more than Phum being unable to express himself, he's taking small steps to guage how Peem reacts. He wants them to be on the same page before he takes the next step.

Like with the kiss, he didn't hesitate to talk about it, to tell how much it means to him and then kiss Peem again. But he waited until Peem kissed him first, and till he was sure that Peem wanted to talk about it.

I really like this about him. He's not taking a step back per se, just making sure that when he takes a step forward, he's not leaving Peem one step behind.

Phum explains again and again how Peem is his safe space (his dialogues this time reminding us of Peem's little speech to his own friends and Fang talking about why he likes Tan with Phum), to make sure Peem knows.

It's already been told to us how alone he's been most of his life, so Peem and his ragtag group of friends is very new for him, but it's fun, and it not only brings him closer to Peem but also a friend group - a support system he didn't really have before. Sure, he has Fang, Beer and Mick, and Tan, but it's nothing like this silly little group that puts paint on each other then plays with water and gets almost black out drunk on a regular basis.

Also, did anyone else notice the two matching rainbow coloured jars behind Peem here? No? 👀

Simp. (affectionate)

I always love these call scenes where one of them somehow travels through his cell phone to land in the other's bed hehe

Peem is so done with Phum and his branded fashion outfits 😭😭

"You were born in Thailand."

Pond and the "I'm Thai" meme 😭

wait.

A bl lead realising he likes someone (his romantic interest) all on his lonesome??

Colour me surprised!

I actually didn't think I'd get to see this happen ever in a Thai bl, but good for him lol

So that's that for this week! If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea 🧋

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

DBD Incorrects Quotes from a Random Generator Online

Edwin: You have your weirdly sincere humility Charles: I prefer the term 'self loathing' actually

Edwin: No more making fun of me when I misuse dated cultural references, alright? Are we cowabunga on this? Crystal, sighing: Fine. We're cowabunga.

Niko: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life. Crystal: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back… Charles: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. Mick: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years. Jenny: I knew I lost that potential somewhere. Edwin: Mental stability, my old friend! Niko: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?

Niko: We all have our demons. Crystal, grabbing David: This one’s mine!

Crystal: Seriously, all you do is bitch. Edwin: I happen to bitch the perfect amount for someone in my situation.

Edwin: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer. Charles: Why are we so fucking awesome? Edwin: That's the best fucking question anybody's ever asked.

The Sprites: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE. Niko: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds. The Sprites: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME— Niko: sigh What do you want? The Sprites: Chicken nuggets please.

Charles: Are you a cuddler? Edwin: I'm a machine of death and destruction. Charles: Edwin: …Yeah, I'm a cuddler.

Esther: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Charles: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

The squad is playing a team sport Niko: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Edwin? Charles: Have you ever played a game with Edwin? Niko: No… Charles: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a wolverine? Meanwhile, on the other side of the field Edwin, chasing Crystal: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

Crystal: Why are we friends? Edwin: Poor decisions on your part.

Charles: falls down the stairs Edwin: Are you okay? Niko: Stop falling down the stairs! Crystal: How’d the ground taste?

Crystal, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Jenny. Jenny, not looking up from their coffee: Good morning, problem child.

Edwin: My level of gay has reached “sighing deeply whenever anything extremely heterosexual happens near me”.

Monty: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Charles: … Monty: Oh, right. The lying.

Charles: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world. Crystal: Unless you're home alone.

Edwin: Are you really planning to shoot the demon? Crystal: Don't worry, it's a holy gun. Edwin: How so? Crystal: It makes holes.

Crystal: I need life advice. Jenny, sipping wine and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person.

Charles: Edwin, you love me, right? Edwin: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Edwin: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Charles: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Edwin: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Charles: Is it working?

Charles: Edwin taught me to think before I act. Charles: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Night Nurse, smugly, after security arrives to escort Edwin and Charles out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out? Edwin, in defeat: Let’s go. Charles: Wait. Edwin: What? Charles: I’d kinda like to be carried out…

[beauberry-pie]

Monkee Tea Party Madness

Fluff, no warnings apply. There's a little bit of yelling, but nothing terrible.

Word count: 719 words

Enjoy Cg!Monkees!!

Everything was perfect. The tablecloth had been laid out, wrinkle free, and each of the little tea cups had been placed neatly in a circle around it. Sure, the table was plastic and rickety, but it wasn't like they were actually going to put real food and drinks on it. The tea pot in the center, cutely decorated with little painted flowers, was empty and entirely for show. Five seats, all mismatched and well-loved, were placed around the table. In these seats were Prince Davy, Princess Peter, Queen Mike, Sir Micky, and you! Everyone had dressed up for the occasion, though some were happier about it than others. Happiest among them were you and Mickey.

"Tea, my friend?" He asked, voice pitched down in an attempt to sound more knightly. With a giggle, you stuck your tea cup out towards him. With a grand, sweeping gesture, he grabbed the little tea pot and pretended to pour tea into your cup. You thanked him, of course (it was only polite), and then took a sip. It was simply marvelous!

"...there's no actual tea in there, right?" Davy asked, a little uneasy. He couldn't see any tea. But everyone was carrying on like there actually was some. You pretended to take a sip in response, while Micky rolled his eyes.

"Of COURSE it's actual tea! You think I would serve false tea? How could you accuse me of such a thing?" Mock hurt entered his voice, and Davy sighed.

"But we're playing pretend, aren't we?"

"PRETEND?"

"Calm down, Mick," Mike sighed, holding his own teacup gingerly. "Davy, of course we have real tea. Real biscuits too, and they're delicious. Don't go on about nonsense like that."

"But Mike-"

"Thank you, Michael :)" Peter, although accidentally, cut off Davy. Boy, was this tea party beginning to make Davy upset.

"You're welcome, now how did you do that with your voice-"

"Crumpets, anyone?" Micky asked, just in time. Nobody can know how Peter does that with his voice. It's a secret.

"Yes, please!" You chimed. You were getting a good kick out of watching Davy spin out about this. You knew everyone was playing pretend, sure, but watching them play like everything was real was so much fun. More fun than any pretend tea party could be, even if everyone dressed up like they did now!

"But Micky, there's nothing on your- ohhh, I get it now. You're all having a trick on me. I see, I see." Davy grumbled. When he caught sight of you giggling, though, his face soon lit up. "You wanna know my favorite trick to play?" he asked, mischief glinting in his eyes.

"Don't you dare," Mike warned.

"What trick?" You asked, none the wiser.

"Well, Micky and I have this good friend of ours, don't we Mick?" He cast a glance at Micky, who looked a little confused before getting the same look in his eyes.

"Oh, yes! A very good friend, yes." He put his teacup down. You still had no clue what was happening!

"A friend?"

"Yes, and do you know our friend's name?"

"No...?"

"THE TICKLE MONSTER!" With dual roars, Micky and Davy lunged at you with playful intent, hands darting out to poke and prod at your sides and earning uproarious laughter from you.

"Well, and here I thought we were all going to act like civilized people," Mike sighed, crossing his legs and pretending to take a sip of his, still pretend, tea.

"Not even our tea parties are safe from the threat of the tickle monster," Peter shook his head solemnly. "I just hope they don't break anything this time."

"This time?"

"Oh, did we not tell you?"

At the mention of last time, three mouths abruptly shut and three heads abruptly turned to stare at Peter. While Micky gave him the death glare, you and Davy tried your best to look like pleading puppydogs.

"No, no you did not. What about last time?"

"NOTHING!" Three voices chimed in unison.

"Well, everyone was roughhousing, and you know that vase-"

"YOU BROKE MY VASE?"

...Needless to say, you didn't have anymore tea parties for a while, and the tickle monster was sentenced to a three week break- or until Micky and Davy learned to keep the fiend from breaking any more glass objects.

[rorichuu]

raaah! i love your acc layout /gen omg >:O !!

anyway, if it’s not too much to ask for could i request sniper x fem(or gn) reader who’s basically miss paulings assistant? (lol the asisstants-asisstant), like miss pauling is out of work one day and reader takes her place ^^

thanks sm! it can be hc’s, or a fic or like, whatever u want basically cuz i think it’s a pretty complicated req :’) it’s 100% okay if you can’t complete the req/don’t feel comfortable doing so :D

close eye — sniper x assistant!reader

pairing: sniper x fem!reader

authors note: omg hello! and thank you so much! :D this is such a fun request, i seriously loved writing this! also omg this might be a bit jumbled cuz it's 2:51 AM heheh so please bear with me :) — thank you for the request, friend!

disclaimer: none besides the use of sniper's real name (mick, mundy, etc.)! enjoy!

when you were introduced by miss pauling right before she had to leave was pretty brief.

she's a busy woman! and you accepted the temporary position happily!

but as you greeted everyone, one man stayed behind; observing.

as curious as you were, you tried to advance, but was sorely interrupted by a chatty scout.

as politely as you could, you tried to pry from the conversation, only to find the tall new zealander to be far gone.

with a defeated huff, you began the day as you previously intended.

honestly, this man is kinda nervous around you in some sorts.

he probably hasn't interacted with a woman outside of miss pauling (merely because of his job, he's obviously greeted women before)

but as much as he had thought of coming up to you, he always kinda of scurried away before you could catch sight of him

a little nervous and very skeptical...

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The horrid sun beat down on your skin as you frustratingly looked through the papers clipped on Miss Pauling's board. You were biting your lip in concentration to finally catch what you were looking for. "Aha!" You exclaim in victory. You look up, eyes immediately squinting at your forgetfulness. You held the clipboard with one hand as the other lifted to your forehead to dismiss the sun the best you could, to finally catch sight of Sniper's van. "Can't hide from me..." You whisper to yourself before you march over.

You come to a stop at the van door, lifting your hand to raise a loud knocking sound to catch his attention. You waited patiently before hearing the sound of his boots hitting against the paved wood. You were then greeted by the man's presence. His eyebrows furrowed, lips forming a thin line in observation of your awaiting figure. His red sleeves were rolled up, one hand on the door handle, the other on the door frame. Sniper leaned out, his figure shadowing yours as he waited expectantly. "Yes?" His voice spoke low, informing you he had possibly just woken up from a nap.

You caught yourself staring, cheeks flushed red at his ruffled hair and button-down shirt. (Although, it could very well be the heat...) You clear your throat. "Yes! I know we haven't properly met... but I have a job that requires you," You said, noticing the man sending you a curt nod. "Uhm, right. And, of course, these are all confirmed by Miss Pauling! I'm simply her messenger and advisor for the day." You happily said, lifting the mood as the man took in your words. With a small acknowledged hum, his arm begun to pull back; and the door then closed.

"Sure, mate." Bam.

? ? ?

"What?" You muttered out, stepping back a bit before looking around rapidly. What just happened!? "M-Mr. Mundy! I haven't even explained what the job pertains to!" You tried to reason, but as time slowly started to slip by, he gave you zero sign that he was interested.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. 3 hours after y/n's introductions .

Sniper held his gun close as he observed you quietly. With one eye shut and the other following you.

Sniper was admittedly suspicious.

Of course, Miss Pauling had directly introduced you to everyone... but occasions like this were rare. So he did what no other merc even considered doing.

He observed your every move.

Sniper's lip curled in a small scowl, ripping away from his scope as he noticed you chatting away with Medic over some job, he was sure. Now listen, Sniper wasn't trying to find some dirt on you, he was just cautious. He had to be! That's what part of his job entailed! But your bubbly presence made it hard to suspect you. Desperately, he tried to let it go. But he couldn't help but have his mind think about just you.

Why couldn't he stop thinking about you?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. the present .

"Mister Mundy, if you don't take this job, Miss Pauling will be quite upset with the both of us! God forbid the administrator gets involved... Ugh, Sniper get out here right now!" Of course, this didn't work. Sniper was snickering in his van as he leaned against his seat near the door. His arms were crossed and one leg lay limp on his knee. Mick wore a cocky smile that left you raising your hand and bickering with a shut door, this was quite entertaining.

You huff, hand resting on the top of your head now as you admit defeat. The sun began to drunken your mind as you swayed slightly, leaning against the vehicle, you began to fan yourself with the clipboard. You just accepted the fact you may get in trouble with this.

... Slowly, time passed, it had been a short minute that Sniper began to grow suspicious of the sudden quietness that lurked outside his door. He then heard a small thump and a sliding noise erupt from beyond the wall he sat against. He began to stand, hand now wrapped against the handle as he leaned outside to find the sun taking it's unruly toll on you. "Mind if I come in?"

"Yeah yeah, don't kill yourself out here, mate..."

While his thick accent invited you in, begrudgingly, you nearly ran inside with how fast you wanted to escape the unforgiving heat. He looked over his shoulder to find you faced directly in front of his fan, watching you slump thankfully against the breeze. He scoffed, grabbing two mugs to start a new coffee pot.

"The job," this had caught your attention immediately. "Tell me about it." With a low rumble of his voice, you found yourself watching his back as he grabbed coffee beans and his small machine... which lay in the back of his remote kitchen. Your eyes lit up in clear relief.

"Mhm, right, of course," You cleared your throat, remaining professional the best you could. "There's obvious suspicion up in Teufort... you and the others are needed to scope the enemy in hopes of eliminating any future advances." You snicker. Sniper turns around.

"Was that... a pun?"

"Perhaps."

"Cripes..." Sniper's lips fall into a small smile, turning back to aid to the coffee before walking back over. "Drink." He replies shortly, hand out while he offers the hot coffee. You take it before he leans back and sits right where he was before. You take it graciously after you thank him.

The van keeps quiet for a while, a comfortable silence as you made some notes and read the rest of Miss Pauling's clipboard. "You done then?" Your ears twitch at the sudden sound, you take a second to respond.

"Pardon?" You turn, facing him as your eyes follow up to his. He's looking down at his mug before maintaining eye-contact with you.

"After this. You're gone?" This time his question is much more clear. You can tell Sniper doesn't like eye contact, keeping his space and eyes wandering. You notice this. You let out a small huff.

"Ah, I'll be outta your hair before you know it." You joke, although your shoulders slump in a saddened way. Sniper looks at you in the corner of his eye before taking another slug of his coffee.

"Bummer..."

"Yes, I know. You'd best be celebrating soon- ... uh, hm?" Your head lifts from your papers to see the man swirling his mug before looking at you.

"I said bummer." He repeats himself before he's left getting another cup. You can feel your cheeks getting red... and you being. Very confused. Your hand twitches, almost losing your pen before regaining your composure. "They need'ja out there, best get goin', mate." He announced before turning around and leaning on his counter, looking at you over his mug. You flush once more.

"Right, I appreciate your time and patience, Sniper," you send a quick smile before brushing down your skirt and handing your mug over. "Thank you for the hospitality." You said quietly, nervous around the Australian. He takes it and nods. “See ya’ around miss.”

Taking that as your sign to leave, the click of your heels are soon echoed and left with a small click of his trailer door. Sniper looks at the handle for a while, anxious to see you again.

You were lovely company.

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rorichuu!

[wehangout]

Shameless DVD Commentary

@annisefreya threw me some puppy-dog eyes and asked me to do DVD commentary for my hitmen au from kinktober. As usual, thanks to @callivich for the questions!

Which fanfic is your DVD commentary about?

It’s about the hitmen au series from my 2024 kinktober

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc)

I wrote it in October of 2024, and word count if iffy. The whole fic comes to just over 40k, and I’d guess that at least 10k of that is hitmen au – maybe 15k. Each one varied in how long they took to write – some a couple of days (back when I first started and had time), but a couple were written the night of posting lmao

What was the initial inspiration for your story?

Gun kink. Look, I could have written any form of canon Ian and Mickey getting hot over watching the other use a gun. But I didn’t want to. I haven’t read Haunting Adeline, but I know about the scene and I wanted something like that. I wasn’t prepared to go quite that far, though, lol.

If the story is written from a character’s POV, why did you choose this character?

Mickey, but I do want to write one from Ian’s pov because holy balls that would be fun.

What was your favourite scene to write?

Pretty much any of the dialogue. There’s such a different vibe to this Ian and Mickey while still (hopefully) keeping them in character, and it was fun to explore the banter I usually write with a side of hatred, kink, and dom/sub

How did you come up with the title?

What title? Lmao

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice?

“That’s not a knife, this is a knife”. The thing about this reference, though, is it was suggested to me by someone who was probably referring to Crocodile Dundee, obviously. But my brain replied with “that’s not a knife, that’s a spoon” … obviously.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this?

I struggled with not wanting to disappoint, I guess. Hitmen au became a huge part of my kinktober, and I got it into my head that each new one I posted had to be better/hotter/more fucked up than the last. And I don’t think I did overcome this because I still feel that way about any I write in the future.

Favourite line in the story?

From part one:

“Knees.” You close your eyes. You take a steadying breath. You go to your knees.

From part two:

Even in the dark you can see the giant eye roll he gives you. “I liked your mouth so much better when it was stuffed full of my cock.”

Part three:

“Testing. Testing. Mickey likes dick. Testing.” and You can’t because when Ian Gallagher tells you to suck his dick, you ask how hard.

Part four:

“Sick. Little. Fuck.” He smirks. “And I am gonna test every fucking limit you have.”

Part five:

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, Mick?”

Part six:

Mickey: eat dick Gallagher Unknown: time and place, mick

Part seven:

You look at him, eyes wide and horrified, and he stares back – dark, dangerous – and squeezes the fourth into you.

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story?

There’s a small turn in the final one where Mickey calls him Ian and there are feelings of vulnerability. Obviously they’re going to fall in love, but I never intended to write that. To be honest, I didn’t plan to write more than the gun and knife kinks but you freaks wanted more.

If you are writing a particular trope or genre, was it your first time writing this?

None of it was my first time. I’ve done hitmen, I’ve done kink, I’ve done dubious consent (elsewhere). I hadn’t done weapons as sex toys, though …

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterisation, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc)

So lame, but I’m most proud of how it was received by readers.

Are there any deleted scenes that didn’t make it to the final story?

No. There were some bits that got edited, but no deleted scenes.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share - e.g. what’s going on in a characters head in a certain scene or how you came to write a certain line?

I don’t know if anyone cares, but the moment in part 3 where Mickey’s on the phone to White Boy Carl and Ian suddenly takes over? Ian literally walked into the security office upstairs, took the phone from Carl, told him to get the fuck out in a way only a brother (or bother in law 😏) can, and Carl just got up and left without a fight like in the wedding episode because Big Brother lmao. He was never in any danger 😂

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add?

No. I’m pretty happy with what’s there.

Would you ever write a sequel to this story?

I’d love to write more.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc?

Same answer every time – the name thing.

If you’ve chosen your most popular story, are you surprised by the popularity?

It was definitely the most popular part of my kinktober, and fuck yeah I’m surprised. I thought I’d get hate for that shit.

Were you nervous or excited to post this story?

So very both. Especially when the first one was dub/con.

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote?

Mandi @bawlbrayker helped me so hard with this 💜

Ask your followers to pick a snippet (no more than 500 words) and share your thoughts about it.

gallavich-annise suggested my favourite part of the build up in knife play, so …

 “Drop your knife so I can show you all the things mine can do. Promise you’ll like them.”

You want to stab him, but your body reacts without your brain’s consent and you drop the knife.

“Hmm. Good boy.”

You glare up at him. “You can fuck off with that right the fuck now.”

“Ooh, boundaries. I like it.”

“I fucking hate you.”

Even in the dark you can see the giant eye roll he gives you. “I liked your mouth so much better when it was stuffed full of my cock.”

Your eyes flutter at the comment and you force them open, force yourself to look up with every ounce of hate inside of you. But that smirk is there, right back in place, and you want to bite his lip hard enough to make it bleed, hard enough to make him moan.

His knife flicks again and again, at the last two buttons on your jacket.

“Take it off.”

You take it off.

You want to kill him, but you also want to fuck him, so all you can do is hope that fucking him to death is an option.

The jacket drops and he crowds you. You step back further and further, but he moves in closer and closer until your back is against the brick wall fence, his body is only inches from yours, and his knife is at your loosened tie. You watch in the light of the lamp, breath held deep in your lungs, as the knife twists and cuts through the tie like it’s nothing. And while he might hear your shuddering exhale, he’ll never know about the surge of arousal that simmers low in your gut.

“You buy this or rent it?” he asks, knife pinging off each shirt button until your chest is bare.

“Borrowed it from your mom,” you say. You glare up at him, but his eyes stay glued to the knife.

“Hmm. You know why I killed him, don’t you?”

He’s talking about your date. You stare up at him, eyebrows in your hairline, but his eyes remain on your shirt.

“Because you’re a fucking dick?”

“Not quite.” He trails the tip of the blade down your torso, and the first touch of blade against your skin has you shivering. “Open it.”

You pull your shirt from your pants and let it hang open.

“Not because I’m a dick,” he says. His gaze is glued to your bare chest as he traces the blade over your skin in movements soft enough to tickle.  “It’s just that seeing his hands on you made me a little … possessive.”

Your chest lifts heavily with each deep breath you take, and there’s a part of you that wants to breathe deeper, push your chest out more, make him press the blade that little bit harder …

Instead, “What? You think you’re the only dick I’ve sucked this year?”

He finally lifts his eyes to look at you, smirk still in place, but eyes dark and unforgiving. “Watch yourself, Mickey.”

“Or what?”

The knife pauses. Stops right in the middle of your sternum. He stares down at you, eyes searching yours, before finally smiling.

“Oh, how silly of me, trying to threaten you with a good time.”

“Fuck off.”

He leans in. “Don’t get me wrong, this banter/foreplay thing we’ve got going here get’s me hard as fuck, but next time? Let’s just get straight to the fucking, okay?”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Sure, Mickey. Now, lower your pants and show me how you touch yourself.”

You scowl at him, teeth clenched, but his words make your stomach drop, make you undo your belt, pop the button, slide the zip. You lower your pants and boxers and let them pool at your feet.

Okay, that’s more than 500 words, BUT I adore the way Mickey’s verbally fighting back here, all the while doing exactly what Ian tells him to do without a single complaint or push back. They’re arguing/bantering about something else entirely, and while Mickey is pushing back on that front, he just follows every direction Ian gives him from “take off your shirt” to “show me how you touch yourself” and doesn’t give it a single thought. And it has both nothing and everything to do with the knife omg.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story?

As mentioned above, I was … not hesitant to post the first part, but I was definitely concerned about how it would be received. I knew I wasn’t the only person into this kind of thing, but I did not expect the love this entire series got and I’m just so appreciative. While the writing wasn’t necessarily out of my comfort zone, posting it was, and the feedback I got has helped my confidence as a writer 💜

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hey Mick, do you like to play video games? If so, what are some of your favourites? (Assuming you're in an era that has them. Sometimes you exist in the 1930s-1950s, it can be pretty confusing).

There's a specific video game on my mind that I really think you'd like. I won't say what it is, but it's a platformer that's infamous for being a REALLY difficult rage game. But that's not the reason I ask you about it. In fact, the protagonists of the game, who have cups for heads, have...well...a familiar likeness that I think you'd find interesting.

Hiya steamboatchilli,

Yep, I am indeed aware of video games. Though I'm a bit confused 'bout the implications that I've lived in the 1930's to 1950's? I mean, I've been told that I have an old soul every now and then, but never that I was actually that old, ha ha. I dunno what year it is for you, but for me it's 2025.

But back to your question, I love video games! All sorts, actually. I actually just finished a really good one 'bout a really cool explorer who travels the world and goes on all sorts of adventures. I actually got into it since it reminded me of a new friend I made 😊, but I think I might wanna check out the whole series. I also remember lovin' this one game where you help a professor solve a bunch of puzzles and riddles in order to figure out the mystery at the center. I guess it would make sense for me to like games with a bit of mystery. Though I might've taken it a bit too far. I thought it would be a fun idea to have my friends solve puzzles in order to ask favors. They did not like that 😅.

Oh, I can't forget the fighting game that Donald and I played ever since we were kids. In fact, we played it so much that we ended up makin' our own rules and games... within that game, ha ha. I believe I have the most wins overall, though Donny would say otherwise. Accordin' to him, me usin' a certain character and "spammin'" their special move "doesn't count". But in my opinion, if it's in the game, it's not cheatin'. Sometimes we end up fightin' more outside the game than in, but if things get too heated, Goofy and Minnie usually save the day with a party game we can all play 😆.

As for the game you recommended, it's been a while since I played platformers, but I don't see why I can't get back into 'em. I think I actually heard of the game you're talkin' 'bout. You're not the only one to say that I might connect to it. I guess at the point, I gotta check it out then.

Thanks a bunch for the recommendation.

See ya real soon,

M.M.

[gocryaboutitt]

How 'bout a little hope?

whats up guys, im back at it again, with the same character, Jess (the australian) its legit about a photo shoot lmao.

"Alright guys, i want you to at least try and act normal, especially you three" she groans while looking over at nikki, tommy and vince. "I dont need to worry about mick, considering he yells at you more than i do" she grins while leaning against the counter in the dressing room.

Mick snickers in the corner while leaning back on the sofa "yeah guys, listen to the australian that constantly sounds drunk", "wow, mick, im hurt" she says while rolling her eyes, "are you three done admiring yourselves in the mirror?" she says while looking at them through the mirror.

"its vince thats pretty much making out with himself, look at him" laughs tommy while standing behind her and leaning his head on her shoulder, "be patient, Jess, it takes time to look this good" "yeah, yeah just hurry up i have to make sure you guys are out there in" she checks her watch, "well fuck." she sighs "what?" they all ask in sync. "you guys were meant to be out there like 10 minutes ago."

"come on you lot, we've got a photo shoot to do" she grins while walking out of the room and making her accent more prominent.

As they're lead down a long corridor that splits off into different rooms, she hears them all snickering in front of her. "what the fuck are you idiots giggling about?" she questions, rather plainly. "It's nothing, sweets" grins tommy as he makes room beside him for her to stand.

"well boys" the producer claps, "and woman" he smiles, "im not sure what emotions you might be feeling but im hoping its joy and not your normal destructive selves" "listen man, no matter what you tell them, they will either get naked or break something" she says while sighing. "You never complain when we're naked for ya, jess" nikki says while smirking.

your view from here on;

"shut up, asswipe" i groan while rolling my eyes, "just go get this shit done so i can go home" i say while walking off in search of somewhere to sit.

"alright guys, just stand here and we'll have your instruments brought over" says the staff member with too much enthusiasm. As they stand in place, get given their instruments, i start to wander around until im standing over by where the photos are being taken.

im standing over by this poor staff member that looks like shes about to piss herself from giggling, i cant help but laugh at the idiots that stand before me "you guys look so fucking stupid right now" i manage to say after catching my breath.

"that's not very nice, sweetheart" pouts vince while looking straight at me, "sorry blondie it's the truth". the producer comes over and stands by me "would you like to get in a photo with them?" he asks while grinning "with those idiots, i would rather scalp myself, look at them, they look like they've never seen a camera!" i groan "well then, i think we're done here, you guys are done and should be good to go" "alright, thank you for this" i smile while holding out my hand.

"its my pleasure!" he grins while shaking my hand and walks away. "alright you idiots, lets get out of here, foods on me" i say while turning around and walk off to the dressing room, as i hear them running after me, "fuck yeah!" yells tommy as he lifts me off the ground "for fuck sakes, put me down, please!" i say as i slump into him.

"no way darlin'" grins nikki as he and tommy begin to run down the corridor, "i'm so glad i don't get motion sick, fuckin' pray for me".

well, that was fun, dont you guys think so? it sucked lmao, im so sorry to whoever reads it.

I love you guys <33

anything is welcome!