#i also have realised i do not know how and when i’m going to get my ssri prescription renewed… i know the pharmacy will call me in a couple
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Summary: Lando finally wins a race and learns all he needed was a good luck charm
Lando Norris x Reader
w/c 933
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It had been a long and tiring journey for Lando in regards to getting his first race win. 5 years in Formula 1, almost 700 points and 15 podiums and he thought it was never going to happen— at least not if Max Verstappen had anything to say about. And then came along you.
At first you were nothing more than a friend of a friend, someone who had suddenly started appearing at group hang outs, who maybe caught his eye once or twice, purely for the fact you were an unfamiliar face. Suddenly you were everything.
It was a party for someone’s birthday when you spoke for the first time. He had come to the bar for another drink, only to be completely ignored by the bartender in favour of some pretty girls down the other end of the bar. You appeared a few moments later, grinning at the racing driver’s clear annoyance. You tapped his shoulder gently to grab his attention, “Watch this.”
All you’d said was excuse me, which he had already tried, and the man came running. You ordered your own drink and urged Lando to do the same. From that point on he was in complete awe of you. It was such a simple action and yet he thought you were completely fascinating. He had found himself so speechless that he didn’t even say anything to stop you from walking away afterwards. Only then did he realise he’d gotten a free drink too.
It felt like the next few weeks of his life were consumed by thoughts of you, until he finally bucked up the courage to start asking around. It all felt pointless until he saw you again at a party he’d thrown in the hopes you would show up. And you did. It seemed his plan was off to a good start.
He tried not to make it obvious that he was looking at you, or for you. He didn’t want to creep you out. In the end it was you that approached him, which took a lot of the fear out of the situation. No longer did he have to find the courage to go up to you— which he was really struggling with.
“I heard you’ve been asking about me?”
His cheeks burned pink. “I, um… yeah, I—“
You laughed. The sound was music to his ears. “It’s okay. I’m honoured, really. A world famous racing driver is interested in me?”
His eyebrows raised. “You know who I am?” The first time you’d properly met you made no indication of such, so he’d just assumed you didn’t know.
“I might have done my own research,” you shrugged. Not a single part of you seemed embarrassed about it though, not like he had. You were owning up to it, you were outwardly telling him he interested you.
And he knew in that very moment, he was completely hooked.
The first race you attended, not only of the year but ever, was the Miami Grand Prix. Lando insisted it was a good atmosphere, unlike a select few that weren’t always the greatest. It was also warm and there were places he could take you after that he thought you would like. You had no hesitations. All you wanted was to see your boyfriend succeed. You didn’t know all that much about the world of motorsport, but you knew Lando hadn’t won before and seeing it in person would surely be something special.
But he had his doubts. He had qualified 2nd, beside Max, for what felt like the thousandth time. He knew exactly how this would play out. But you didn’t feel like letting him get in his head.
“You’re going to win. You’re such a good driver, Lando. Believe in yourself.” He wished he could have taken your words seriously, but he didn’t have it in him to do so. He had already spent 2 years doing his very best just to get stuck behind the world champ anyway. His hope was burning out the more it happened, it was almost ashes at this point. But even if his hope did disappear, you were there to believe in him on his behalf. It was refreshing to have someone think he could win for once.
“I’ll try.”
You frowned. “If you won’t try for you, try for me?”
Apparently that was all the motivation he didn’t realise he needed. He was going to go out there and win it for you. He couldn’t let the first ever race you attended be one that was forgettable.
And when he crossed the line in P1? Everybody went wild.
While waiting for him to get out of the car, you were almost lost in the sea of papaya surrounding the barriers, but there was no way he would let that happen. He threw himself at his team first and as soon as he pulled off his helmet he was throwing his arms around you.
“You did it! You’re a race winner!” you cheered.
“I’m a race winner!” It felt so good to say. He couldn’t stop grinning. “You must be my good luck charm. Gonna have to come to all my races now.”
Your expression was a mirror of his. “If this is how you’re going to perform at every one, count me in.”
So it had taken him 5 years and a whole lot of time, effort and emotion to get him to that top step of the podium, when all along he had been waiting for the final piece of the puzzle to make it happen; you.
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can i request chil eavesdropping on reader telling marcille about their crush, and getting jealous because he doesn’t realise that it’s him?
distant
…ft! chilchuck x gn! reader
…tags! fluff, miscommunication, marcille being a gossip and izutsumi being petty
…wc! 613
…notes! making this short and sweet. hope you enjoy!!
Even with Chilchuck’s enhanced hearing, it’s difficult to miss Marcille’s loud gasps of shock whenever she hears anything that strikes her very core. You and the elf like to take the chance to gossip with one another when the day comes to a close. Chilchuck personally doesn’t get it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t tune in occasionally to something that catches his attention.
With a lowered voice, “actually,” you say, “I have something to admit…”
“Yes?” Marcille matches your volume. Anyone else probably wouldn’t be able to listen in easily, all except Chilchuck. What could even be so interesting that you can only discuss it this way Marcille?
“I think… No, I know for certain I caught feelings for him,” you whisper with a dejected sigh.
Chilchuck freezes in place as he was helping clean plates from the past meal. Izutsumi, who was joining him, spared him a glance. Noticing this, Chilchuck quietly apologises and continues the routine.
…Izutsumi’s foul stare doesn’t stop him from listening in on the conversation more.
“Really?” Marcille whispers, though with her excitement in tow it makes her voice sound shrill, which makes Chilchuck flinch slightly. “You figured it out?”
“Yeah,” you respond with a sigh. “Don’t think he likes me back– it’s like he’s giving me the cold shoulder.”
What? Someone would be stupid enough to be cruel to you? But you’re so sweet! Even observing from a distance, Chilchuck has formed a bit of a soft spot for you. He doesn’t get too close, out of his own rule of not forming interpersonal relationships.
He’d have to give that guy a piece of his mind…
“Ah, but he’s actually really sweet once you peel back the layers, you know?” You continue, confusing Chilchuck further. “He can be so soft, so gentle… But once he realises what he’s doing, he withdraws. He’s so distant.”
“So he’s sending mixed signals?” Marcille confirms.
“Mhm…”
A nasty twinge of jealousy twists in Chilchuck’s chest. Not like he isn’t used to it when it comes to you before. You really care for this guy? And he’s not even being clear with what he wants? Ugh, if only he could see him face to face!
Wait… Could it be someone like Laios? Or Senshi? Laios can be a little out of the loop when it comes to communication… and he wouldn’t doubt anyone would be somewhat enamoured with Senshi’s ability to care for someone.
Fixating on relationships is not what Chilchuck tends to do, but if it’s you, he wants the best for you. He really does, but…
“Oh my God, are you stupid?”
Izutsumi’s voice breaks Chilchuck out of his thoughts, looking up at the younger girl. Her own ear twitches, indicating she also heard the conversation. “They’re obviously talking about you.”
Chilchuck flushes. “What–”
“And you mock me for not being self-aware.”
“I’m not even that–!”
“Gentle?” Izutsumi scoffs. “Says the guy who tenderly carved a woodwork ornament for them. Get real.”
Embarrassment fills Chilchuck up and out of his ears, opening his mouth and closing it cluelessly. “...I’m not doing anything about it.”
“And let them believe you don’t like them at all? Sure, go for it.”
Chilchuck purses his lips hesitantly, putting the plate away. “If they want to confess, they will… I won’t leave them distant.”
Izutsumi only stares with little amusement. Relationships are her bane, but not in the way Chilchuck holds disdain for them. They make people stupid, like how Chilchuck and you are. She sighs wearily, finishing up the chore and returning to where she was relaxing.
You two better get over yourselves fast, if not for your own sakes, then for hers.
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Ok, as requested, ending to yesterday’s fic, The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses. And I would also like to thank everyone for putting up and liking my crazy fics, last night I hit 100 followers and I was surprised. 🫶🏻
I love dancing to music, it helps my brain relax and process thoughts, so you’ll likely see it pop up in my fics here and there. Ok, I’ll stop talking cause I know there was people who were wanting to know the ending. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses - Ending
Warnings: like one swear word, Mel singing and dancing 😍
Words: 1.14
She knows if she goes left to her place then that means she’s choosing Gary, and if she goes right that means she’s choosing you.
She then takes a few deep breaths and closes her eyes. She thinks about it for a good minute, weighing the pros and cons, she then turns her brain off and lets her heart decide. Then she opens her eyes again when she made her decision. She flicks the stick to put on her turn signal and turns.
Melisss is wondering the entire ride if she made the right decision. Should she have turned the other way or did she turn the right way? She drives the car in the driveway and gets out. She closes the door and locks the car then walks to the door, keys in hand. Once she gets to the door, she knocks on it and you open the door a few seconds later. She takes a look at you and sees you’ve been crying and her heart breaks a bit.
“Melissa?” you say quietly and she looks at you with a small smile
“Hi hon.” She says.
“Do I even want to know how you got into the building?” You ask her and her smile grew a bit.
“Someone who lives here was entering the same time I was and they let me in.” She says and you nod your head.
“What are you doing here?” You ask her.
“I saw your card, and the flowers.” She tells you and you widen your eyes.
“Melissa, you don’t have to say anything ok. It was a stupid idea and I know you’re with Gary and you love each other ok. I saw when you told each other.” You tell her and she thinks that that explains why the trash can was on the floor and why the flowers were thrown out right outside the break room.
“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me about your feelings before?” She asks and you look at your feet.
“Cause I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, because I value it so much. But then I saw you got mad from Gary ignoring you all day so I decided to go for it.” You tell her and she sighs.
“I should have realised it but I guess I was so blind.” She says and you look at her.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You tell her and she looks at you confused.
“Are you saying you want me to leave?” She asks and you tilt your head.
“Well the reason you came here, was it not to ask the questions you asked me already?”
“No, well, not the main reason.” She says. “I have feelings for you too. And I have feelings for Gary as well. When I got in my car I could have gone home or I could have come to see you. And I chose you.” She tells you and you step aside to let her in your apartment. She walks in and you both go sit on the couch.
“You have feelings for me?” You ask and she nods. “Well why didn’t you say anything?” You ask her and she looks at her lap.
“Well like you said, I’m with Gary. I thought my feelings for you might go away if I ignore them but they only grew.”
“What do you mean when you said you chose me?” You ask her.
“I mean if I went home then I would be choosing Gary, and I know I would lose you. If I came here then I would be choosing you and lose Gary.” She tells you. “And I can’t lose you.” She adds on and you look at her shocked.
“But you can lose Gary?” You ask her and she nods.
“He’s not as important as you.” She tells you and you look down at your fingers and twiddle your thumbs. Melissa takes your hand with hers and interlace your fingers and brings her other hand to your chin and gets you to look up at her. “I want to be with you.” She tells you and a tear rolls down your cheek. She wipes the tear and cups your cheek.
“I want to be with you too.” You tell her and you lean forward to kiss her but she puts a hand to your lips to stop you and you open your eyes and look at her confused.
“Believe me, I want to kiss you badly too. But I need to break up with Gary first, I’ll do it tomorrow after school.” She says and you nod.
“Sorry, I got excited.” You say and blush.
“Hey don’t be sorry, like I said, I really want to kiss you too, but I’m not a cheater.” She said and you nod.
“Can we at least hug?” You ask and she giggles. She nods and holds her arms out, and you lean in and put your arms around her. You two stay in the hug for a few minutes.
You then open your eyes when Melissa starts humming a song and you pull away to look at her. “I found myself dreaming in silver and gold, like a scene from a movie that every broken heart knows.” She starts singing and stands up and pulls you with her, she starts walking to the middle of the living room. “We were walking on moonlight, and you pulled me close.” She continues and pulls you close to her then continues it and looks in your eyes. “Split second and you disappeared and then I was all alone.” She starts swaying with you slowly. “I woke up in tears, with you by my side, a breath of relief and I realised.” She says and stops swaying to look at you. “No, we’re not promised tomorrow.” and she starts dancing with you as you both sing the chorus.
“So I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you, I’m gonna hold you like I’m saying goodbye, wherever we’re standing, I won’t take you for granted, cause we’ll never know when, when we’ll run out of time, so I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you, I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you.” You end the dancing and singing and look at each other then put your foreheads together. She then pulls away and kisses your forehead.
“Do you want to come over to my place after I break up with Gary? I might need a kiss then.” She tells you and places a lock of hair behind your ear and you nod. She smiles at you then pulls away and leaves your place to go to her house.
You take a deep breath. What the fuck just happened? You think and you have a smile on your face for the rest of the evening.
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gym crush | choi seungcheol
fluff | 1151 words | suggestive descriptions. i’m y/n’s just really thirsty
an: please take this as a formal invitation. requests are open! (whether i answer on time is another problem)
you don’t like the gym. absolutely not. it gets super hot and humid inside, it stinks of sweat, and the big machines always intimidate you.
what to do? you’re just a girl.
you usually wouldn’t even phantom the idea of stepping foot into the gym if it wasn’t for your best friend. really, the only reason why you’re even sitting in one right now was because you arrived too early for your meet up with him.
that’s how you ended up perched on a high stool, legs swinging as you patiently look around while soonyoung finishes up his last few sets of… pull-ups? you’re honestly not sure. how he’s still chatting with you while completing his sets – barely panting through it, too – is beyond you.
“so i was thinking,” soonyoung casually starts, lifting himself like he was made of paper. “we can get dinner at the new italian place downtown? i heard they’re having a opening promotion right now.”
“mmh, sounds good.” your eyes are flitting all around the gym, trying to find something interesting enough to catch your attention.
“right, i almost forgot! seokmin texted earlier; he said he’ll drive by to pick us up later too.”
“really? that’s great.” you sound enthusiastic but your hunched posture informs soonyoung otherwise. at this point, your best friend can tell that you’ve tuned out of the conversation. he huffs at the way your eyes zone into the far corner of the gym, where the weight benches are. soonyoung scoffs more when he realises your eyes are trained on a very specific person, watching intently at the way the muscles on his arms bulge every time he lifts a dumbbell.
“yeah, he also said he saw mingyu running into a tree earlier… even said a rat fell on him and started pulling at his hair and controlling him like a robot. do you think the rat would make a better chef than mingyu?”
“wow really? that’s great.” your replies get progressively monotonous as you keep your eyes trained at the corner. yeah, now he definitely knows your mind has completely left the conversation.
your breath hitched as you watched the mystery man run a hand through his faded red hair, baggy t-shirt sleeves hitched up to reveal more of his biceps? triceps? never have you ever wished you paid more attention to your biology lessons back in high school.
everything about this mystery man has you swooning. the thick veins on his hands running up his arms, the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration, how the sweat glistening on his forehead seemed to cast a heavenly glow all around him. you can’t forget the grunts he lets out with every movement, entrancing you with his deep voice. gosh, even his hands are perfect. an angel has descended to soothe all your gym-related problems, converting you into a devout worshipper of his physique.
you’ve never been more thankful for soonyoung’s suggestion to wait in the gym.
soonyoung’s arms may be burning from hanging on the pull-up bar for too long, but he just couldn’t believe his eyes; your mouth is hanging open and– wait, is that drool?! is his best friend really drooling over a man in the gym?!? a laugh of disbelief escapes him as he finishes the last of his rep. soonyoung mutters a quick prayer of thanks to god for gifting him prime blackmailing material. he drops back to the ground and swiftly snaps a picture of you, in all your thirsting glory, before he picks up the rest of his stuff.
“y/n,” he calls out. “i’m gonna hit the showers and then we can go. you good staying here on your own for a bit?”
“yeah, yeah! i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.” you wave him off, not even bothering to turn towards your best friend. soonyoung lets out another tut as he turns towards the gym’s locker room. that is, before a brilliant idea comes into mind.
“hyung!”
the red-haired man turns towards soonyoung’s voice. “hoshi, you’re going already?”
your best friend nods his head, grinning at how your eyes seemed to pop out at the way he was casually talking to your new-found eye candy. “are you doing anything tonight? i’m meeting seokmin and the others for dinner later, wanna join?”
“kwon soonyoung!” you whisper-hiss. “what the hell are you doing? you guys know each other!?” is that blush creeping up your neck he sees? the tips of your ears tinge so pink soonyoung thinks he can almost feel the heat radiating from them.
“thanks, but i’ve already got plans.” the mystery stranger shoots you a gentle smile, flirty (flirty?!) wink (WINK?!?) towards you. still, you can’t hide your disappointment; you would’ve loved to get to know this new-found work of art more.. “maybe next time? you can properly introduce me to your pretty friend then too.”
soonyoung thinks he heard a strangled cry from you, coughing as you somehow manage to choke on your own saliva. he chuckles at your suffering. “sure, hyung. i think she’d like that too!”
soonyoung doesn’t know what to expect when he finally emerges from the locker room cleaned and refreshed, but it definitely wasn’t you raining attacks on his sore arms and shoulders. seungcheol (he had introduced himself to you while soonyoung was gone– in fact, the two of you managed a whole conversation while he was gone (no, you were so shy and embarrassed you were barely able to keep eye contact with him)) waves at the both of you as you leave the gym to wait for seokmin to arrive.
you’re convinced the blush on your cheeks is going to be a permanent feature of tonight. it doesn’t help that it becomes the main topic during dinner with seokmin and mingyu, the other two boys cracking up at soonyoung’s dramatic retelling of your new-found gym crush.
(it also doesn’t help that you had a balled up fist under the table all night, hiding the hastily written phone number on a piece of paper that seungcheol had managed to slip to you while you were leaving, mouthing the words ‘call me!’ behind soonyoung’s back.)
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bonus!
“remember when you couldn’t keep your eyes off me when we first met?” seungcheol swings his arm around you, broad shoulders almost engulfing you whole.
you groan, choosing instead to bury your head into your boyfriend’s chest. soonyoung cackles from across the booth. you have to physically restrain yourself from clawing him alive.
“hyung it wasn’t just that; she was drooling over you!” he wiggles his eyebrows, ignoring the daggers you were staring his way. blush makes its way up your cheeks, dusting them pink.
seungcheol laughs, planting a kiss on the crown of your head.
“if it makes you feel better,” he whispers in your ear. “you were my gym crush too.”
soonyoung almost falls off his seat laughing when you blush even harder.
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I love your KBD universe, I know that Beth is having a hard time with being the weird kid and I just have to say as a lover of weird things and people I would love to see something where Bethie comes home from school happy to have met someone who LOVES that she’s a little weird!
dad!steve and his weird girls <3 mom!reader, 1k
When you get home from work with the big kids in tow, Steve’s gonna kiss you stupid. With baby Wren gurgling on his tummy and less-baby Dove sitting by his head where he lays on the couch, he’s never been this happy. He’ll be happier when the big girls are home, but for now, he’s snug as a bug, treated by his second youngest to a buffet of affection.
“Love you,” Dove says, kissing his cheek for the tenth time in the last two minutes. He can’t stop laughing.
“I love you, too!” he says, shifting his hand to give Wren some more room.
“Love you, dad,” Dove says.
“I know, baby, I know. Thank you for the kisses, you’re so nice.”
Dove kisses him again. “You’re happy,” she says.
“So happy. Can I get another kiss, you think?”
He turns into her. She’s sitting too high to be cuddled; all Steve can do is take in her sweetness. He can’t believe how quickly her babyhood has passed into toddlerhood, and she’s been sort of a nightmare, but she’s also his little girl. She’s your daughter, her sisters’ sister. She was always going to be lovely, and Steve feels it like a loving punch as she noses at his ear. “Daddy,” she laughs, “you’re too warm.”
“I’m blushing, babe, I’m getting all these nice kisses!” He laughs like an idiot and decides he must hug her, pulling his arm up and scooping her into his chest.
She groans in annoyance before she realises what he’s doing, “Hug!” she says excitedly.
“Hug!” he echoes, wrapping his arm around her. She’s starting to look less like a baby and more like a little tiny kid, which he hates and loves at the same time. “Aw, I love you, Dovey.”
The door clatters open. Wren jumps at the sound, hiding her face in Steve’s neck, to which he gives a good back rubbing. “It’s okay, bubby, it’s just your mommy. Don’t be silly, huh? Just mommy. You’re gonna be happy when she turns the corner.”
“Shoes,” you’re saying from the door, though Steve can’t see you, he can tell you’re smiling. “Shoes, Beth, then you can tell dad.”
“Daddy, we’re home!” Avery shouts.
“I can hear you, babe!” he shouts back, not unkindly.
“Dad, I have something to tell you!” Beth shouts.
Steve hoists himself up into a sitting position, two babies in his arms, knowing you’ll know he’s laid down all day from the mess of his hair alone but not trying to hide it. You can do whatever you want on your vacation days, you’d teased. Just make sure you feed the kids.
“Hi,” you say, appearing in the doorway, two balls of energy at your legs that bolt for Steve the second they see him.
“Girls, I don’t have long enough arms,” he says, trying to cuddle them all, even though it’s impossible.
He finds himself suddenly relieved of the second youngest. Dove might love her father, but she adores her mother, and she hasn’t seen you all day —she slinks down out of his hold and through the mess of her sisters to grab at you, to which you gratefully receive her, pulling her up to station on your hip. “Hi, gorgeous,” Steve hears you say. Avery pushes him back, climbing into his lap with a happy sigh. “Miss me today? I missed you,” you ask sweetly.
“What did you want to tell me, Beth?” Steve asks curiously, grinning as Avery makes herself comfortable on his thigh, her arm wrapping behind his neck. He’s happy to see everybody else so happy, even if it’s hectic.
Beth beams up at him with her brightest smile in weeks. She’s been having such a hard time at school, Steve wondered if he could start homeschooling, coming home upset nearly every other day. It isn’t fair. His relief that she’s had a good day is palpable.
“Dad, there’s a new girl! Her name is Francesca and she’s got the same birthday as me and guess what!”
“What?” he asks.
“She said she likes being weird!” Beth’s eyes glow shiny with joy. “Cos Hilly called me weird, and she said she likes being weird. She said we can be best friends.” Beth hits his knee in her excitement. “She liked me, dad.”
“Why wouldn’t she like you?” he asks, wondering how old he’ll have to be before he stops tearing up at Beth’s good heart. He blinks quickly to dispel any tears before they can gather. “Her name is Francesca? When did she move? Do you think she wants to come for dinner?”
Your laugh is a snort. “Steve.”
“What? Friends come for dinner. Best friends! Did you speak to her mom?” he asks you.
“I didn’t see her.”
“Don’t worry, Beth, I’ll speak to her in the morning. We’ll see if they want to come for dinner or go swimming or something.”
Beth’s smile gets wider, “Really?”
“Yeah, really!” He gives Avery a little shake. “Did you meet Francesca?”
Avery nods. “She’s pale and she has big hair. Curly hair, too.” Her voice is a tad scratched, perhaps from the cold out.
Steve lets his weight fall into the arm, cautious not to squish your baby, a grin on his face to rival Beth’s. She gets the memo and climbs up, claiming that last bit of space under the baby to hug his stomach. He tries to wrap them all up, gurgly Wren, exuberant Beth, and poor cold Avery. “You coming?” he asks you.
There’s dinner to make. You ignore it, crossing the mess of the living room to flop down on the couch next to them all. Steve lifts his face in that way you always recognise, and is pleased as punch when you peck him quickly.
You don’t realise how Steve thinks of you, he’d say. Don’t realise he wants another kiss, then another, that you’re on his mind when you aren’t there, and dominate it when you are. He loves his babies, but he loves you too. He wants another kiss.
“Steve,” you scold lightly, surprised as he presses two kisses to the corner of your mouth.
“Sorry. Beth, tell me more about Francesca. What did she say exactly?”
Beth takes a deep breath.
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Soulmate au + married to the job 🤭
Here you go!! Hope you enjoy :)
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George massages his forehead.
“Is it getting worse?”
“Yeah.” He answers Alex. “I can’t believe that man is doing this to me.”
Alex snorts. “You can’t believe Lewis is staying behind to go over data and not notice that he has a headache?”
“It was a figure of speech, Alexander.”
They are quiet for the rest of the walking distance to Ferrari.
Charles walks through the door, his eyes glued to his phone.
“Charles.” George calls.
The Monegasque jolts, a shriek escaping him. The edges of George’s mouth curve up while Alex laughs next to him.
“Don’t do that,” Charles says. “You scared me. And stop laughing, Albono.”
“It was funny. Did you hear the sound you let out, mate?”
Charles pouts. Alex steps forward and kisses it away.
“Alright, knock it off,” George says. “No need for PDA.”
Alex pulls away from the kiss and rolls his eyes. “You cannot be talking. You and Lewis are worse.”
“Which reminds me…,” Charles chimes in, “good timing. I was gonna just call you.” He shakes the phone in his hand. “You need to get Lewis out of here. Your man doesn’t want to leave the room. He has been there since morning. I don’t think he even moved once.”
Alex whistles. “No wonder your headache was so bad.”
“Where is my man?” George questions.
“You have a headache?” Charles answers his question with a question.
“Yeah. So where is the reason for my headache?”
“Come on. I’ll take you there.”
George and Alex follow Charles through the Ferrari facility until he stops in front of a room and pushes the door open quietly. George steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
Lewis is sitting in front of a computer. A very shirtless Lewis.
Now, look, George might be here on a mission but that doesn’t deter him from appreciating the tattoos adoring Lewis’ back, especially when his muscles flex.
“As much as I love this sight—”
Lewis spins around in his chair, his eyes widening before he realises who it is.
“—I would love it even more if it was at home.”
“George?” Lewis frowns, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I reckon I should be asking you that, mate.” George approaches Lewis and comes to a stop right in front of him.
Lewis places his hands on George’s waist as he settles on his lap. The chair creaks under the weight of both.
“I know you’re married to the job but you’re also married to me,” George continues. “And I would really like to be home right now with my husband.”
“What are you talk—” Lewis cuts himself off and reaches behind to grab his phone. “Fuck! I didn’t notice the time.”
“Yeah, clearly.”
“Should I be worried about how calm you are?”
George presses his thumbs into Lewis’ temples, earning a groan first and then a sigh with a shut of eyes.
“I can get mad after we do something with that headache.”
“How did you—” Lewis’ eyes fly open. “Is your head hurting?”
“Terribly.”
“Shit! Sorry, I can—”
“Finish that sentence and I’m already telling you right now that we won’t be having sex for a whole month.”
Lewis knows how much George hates it when he closes off their soul bond, even temporarily. George despises it.
“Right, sorry.” Lewis clears his throat. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
George softens. “How about you make it to me by coming home and sleeping it off?”
Lewis smiles, stealing a kiss from George. “Yeah, I can do that. Let’s do that.”
George slides off Lewis’ lap and extends his arm, pulling Lewis up when the older man puts his hand in his. “Let’s go home, my love.”
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Mash-up trope
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Mercury your event is SO cute I’m actually obsessed! I’m such a beer girlie, but if I had to pick a drink it’s gotta be a jägerbomb! And for the character you pick because I want you to be as free as possible I’m ready for anything👀
ehehehe i was a lil cheeky with this one, i leaned more into the leave you wanting more vibe with the jagerbomb also im sorry for the lack of beer i've never met a beer or cider i've liked LMAO
i was going to make this endeavor but the more i wrote it the more it worked better with bakugou but i hope u like it!! teehee
birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist
anyone who wasn’t a couple jagerbombs deep could tell you how bad of an idea jagerbombs are at an work party, but when you work at one of the most popular bars in musutafu, it’s more a rite of passage.
not even here a year, your work-best friend was the very first to inform you of the notorious annual work party, how messy they get, how she’d gone home with the chef one year, and how many servers had crashed in the booths over the years. finally, the time had come for the party, your friend already abandoning you to flirt with the chef again, although, you couldn’t play the morally high act about it when all your attention was on your boss behind the counter.
walking behind the bar, you perused the liquor on offer, mostly mid-tier stuff, but god, did the imported stuff look good right about now, something smooth to take your mind off of him. fuck, why’d he have to roll his sleeves up like that? his forearm muscles enough to make you wonder what else lies beneath that damn shirt, an endless expanse of muscles underneath a wife-pleaser singlet, thick thighs caged in his expensive slacks.
“need some help?” lost in your daydream, bakugou is beside you before you realise how long you’ve been ogling him, your indecisive daze in front of the alcohol drawing his attention (any excuse to talk to you, really). you’re nowhere near drunk enough for him to be this close, to get this messy. yet.
“you don’t have my beer on tap.” his eyes nearly roll back at your sweet tone, your gentle teasing that’s been driving him up the wall for months. he stays steadfast, dark garnet eyes unwavering, despite the top you’d worn specifically for them to wander.
“let me make it up to you,” he takes another step closer, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your lungs when he reaches around you for the distinct green bottle, trapping you between his biceps for a fleeting moment, “we’ll do something i used to have in my party days.”
grabbing two pint glasses and two shot glasses, you watch him work with the kind of swiftness and expertise decades behind a bar could give a man, every twist of his wrist calculates, not a single drop of jagermeister or redbull spilling, even when the latter threatened to bubble over the top of the glass.
“you used to do jagerbombs?” you can’t help but sound incredulous, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline when you accept the drink from him. mesmerised as he pours his own, you try to imagine him younger, chugging back the bomb, swallowing shot after shot, stumbling home in the am. even in your daydream, his hair had speckles of salt through the blond of his hair, the silver fox look worked too well for him to see him any other way.
“why are you so shocked? i was twenty once.”
“it’s hard to imagine you… like that.”
“like what?”
“you know, a party animal, i can only see you drinking bourbon on the rocks.” he chuckles at the memories, of sleepless nights, of horrendous hangovers.
“i could still drink you under the table.” he challenges, already reaching to pour another, you try not to laugh in his face, the image of your all-powerful boss drunk and stumbling was something you’d pay to see. with a smile you could only describe as evil, hot, you clinked your drink with his before knocking it back, “sure you can, old man.”
after too many bombs, an assortment of other shots, some cocktail bakugou poured you and a sip (you weren’t game enough to have more of it, there’s a reason you weren’t a bartender) of the one you poured him, the pair of you stumbled into his office at the back of the bar. half the buttons are undone on his shirt, your hands sliding beneath the hem of his shirt even when he pulled away from you long enough to unlock the door, pulling you inside with him and nudge it closed once more before turning all his attention back to you; the way you stared up at him with glassy eyes, the way your lipstick smudged under your bottom lip, how your chest heaved (the way your tits looked when you did), how your dress rode up when you pulled yourself onto his desk, tugging him in by his belt loops.
he can’t even find it in him to care about the time-sheets crinkling under your ass when you bite your lip, can’t care you’re his employee and his mind goes blank of everything when you wrap your thighs around his hips. fuck, you’re irresistible like this; arching into him, kissing and biting his jaw, one hand tugging your dress further up your thighs, the other working off his belt to slide into his slacks, searching for more and more, more he wants to give you.
you’re just so, so, so hot… and he’s soft. he’s fucking soft. he finally has you under him and he can’t get it up.
let’s hope the alcohol buzzing through your blood is enough to clear your memory of this in the morning.
#mercurys birthday bash#「mercury answers」#「jo <3」#「kat <3」#「mercury writes」#tw: alcohol#bakugou drabble#bakugo drabble#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader
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A football team ― Peter Pevensie modern au
author’s note: hello everyone! a weird first post honestly but i was feeling it after talking about it with my friend sooo... :) a totally out of pocket au in which the pevensies are all alive and well and live in this century and peter is a married man 🤭
i don’t know how i feel about this thing, though, like i’m having mixed feelings about it, but if i don’t publish it now i’ll never do it lol
pairing: peter pevensie x female reader
summary: Peter Pevensie had started being sure of things the moment he met you by accident during his first year of university. You two didn’t even study the same degree, but you’d happened to see each other frequently in the same spot at the library, and when he finally dared to ask you out, years passed in the blink of an eye. Nowadays, you’re happy to call him your husband and the father of your children.
warnings: female reader, reader is pregnant, modern au in which everyone is happy and alive (lmao), peter pevensie is a teacher and a football (soccer) manager, plot’s not even a plot (lol), too many children, fluff, english isn’t my first language (i don't think i missed anything)
word count: 1869 words
requests are open, i write for many fandoms (maybe i can make a list of them idk)
You couldn’t help but love your chaotic family. It was the best thing that had happened to you, along with marrying Peter. Your life was a busy one, but it was also full of love. You saw it in the mornings, when your household became a place of madness and your four children ran around the hallways while they got ready for school. You saw it when you got in the car with them―of course, one of those big cars with too many seats because you wouldn’t fit in a regular one―and your husband drove for more than twenty minutes to some place, leading to fights and shouts and cries. You saw it at dinner, when the six of you sat at the table and ate whatever Peter had cooked and they all talked about their day, screamed over each other’s voices, and protested about not liking peas or broccoli or carrots. You saw it at night, when you and your husband fell into bed completely spent once the house was, finally, silent and all of them were sleeping.
You had a lot to celebrate with a family like that. People―mums from school―usually asked you how you managed. How you and Peter could take care of a family like that and still have time to love each other. Your answer was that you loved each other while you took care of your children.
And, of course, leaving the kids with their aunts or uncle or grandparents when you two wanted to have a weekend for yourselves also helped.
But, most of the time, it was you and Peter, and you were happy like that. It was a life that’d been made for you. Because, being honest, you’d never wanted to get married or have children. You’d always said those things weren’t for you. That you’d be the single, cool aunt type.
Until you met Peter during your first year of university. It changed everything you thought you were sure of, and you realised you simply hadn’t wanted that kind of life because, until then, you hadn’t met a person you’d like to have those things with. With him, everything changed. You saw yourself walking down the altar. You saw yourself building a home with him. You saw yourself thrilled because you two were waiting for a child. You saw yourself growing old with him by his side.
You’d never believed in the “right person” thing until you met him. Once you had, everything fell into place. And now you were at the peak of your happiness after discovering you were pregnant with your fifth child. Well― Fifth and sixth. Twins.
It had been an accident, really. Well, kind of an accident.
When you found out you were pregnant again, you and Peter had agreed that this was going to be the last one. Four children were already a significant number. You two were managing quite well with your numerous offspring, and a fifth was already going to be a challenge. But you knew your man. You knew him well enough to know that he somehow would manage to trick you one last time.
He indeed did when the doctor announced that you were carrying twins. You remember Peter’s mischievous grin. And your first reaction―slap his arm and call him a bastard. But you weren’t mad. It was going to be a challenge, but you could never reject what was the product of the love you and Peter had for each other.
You sometimes regretted your thoughts, though, during your eighth month of pregnancy. Some days you felt like giving up and staying in bed all day. Your back pain was killing you, and those two babies were definitely Peter’s, because they knew how to kick to make themselves known.
“You don’t have to come, my love,” Peter told you, and pressed a kiss to your hair.
You scoffed. “But I will,” you replied.
Your husband grinned and leaned to kiss your lips tenderly. His hand snaked down your body to settle on your round belly, and he smiled in the middle of the kiss. Your babies kicked in that exact moment, like they knew it was their father greeting them.
A long “ew” was heard from the kitchen’s doorway, and you two turned your heads to look at your second son, Samuel, who was already wearing his football kit. A grin appeared in your face and you gestured to him to come closer.
“You don’t like seeing dad kissing mum, Sam?” Peter asked him while ruffling his hair. The little boy put his hands on your knees and pressed his cheek to your baby bump.
“No!” Samuel answered. “It’s gross!”
“Oh, baby,” you laughed and stroked his blonde hair―you were still wondering how it was possible that all your children had inherited Peter’s golden hair―while he interacted with his unborn siblings. “It’s not gross. We do it because we love each other.”
“You don’t kiss me on the mouth but you love me,” he replied, thoughtful.
His father chuckled. “‘Course not, lad. Those kisses are just for partners,” he explained with a smile, amused by his son’s reasoning. He was a clever boy, they knew that much.
“Hmmm…” he mumbled, and narrowed his eyes in deep thought.
You couldn’t help a grin. Samuel was always asking questions and making up his own reasoning about why something was one way or another. Peter said he reminded him of his brother Edmund, who used to spend the time with his nose buried in books, but with his youngest sister Lucy’s character, who was definitely much more adorable and less… Well, less “Edmund”.
Peter kissed his son’s head and went upstairs to get the girls, who were probably still playing with the last Lego they’d been gifted. Legos were a must in your house. Legos everywhere. In the bedrooms, in the bathroom, in the back garden, in the living room. More than once you had stepped on one, and they hurt a lot. You always told them to gather the pieces and put them in their box, but your words were often ignored and forgotten. As a mother of four, you were used to it by now.
You heard giggles coming from the upper floor. Your husband was such a girl dad. He did what was necessary to put a smile in Audrey’s, Ruby’s, or Emma’s face. From letting them do his makeup―the amount of pictures you had with Peter’s face covered in red lipstick was infinite―to buying them a little foam sword and teaching them how to use it. You were scared they would take an eye out with those, but he was chill about it. He said that his girls needed to defend themselves from the bad guys. You thought one day they would end up punching someone for real with all the things he taught them.
Football, swimming, using a sword, makeup… He’d even tried to teach Audrey how to bake―no need to say it didn’t end up very well, and he spent a whole afternoon cleaning the counters and walls and floor. To this day, you hadn’t seen a mess like that one.
Some minutes later, Peter came back with three little monkeys clinging to him, the monkeys being your three daughters. Emma, the youngest of them, was in his right arm, while Ruby, the one in the middle, was in the left, and Audrey, the eldest―seven already, how time flew!―was hanging from his back.
You were going to die from a heart attack one day.
“Audrey! You’re going to make dad fall!” you said, standing from the chair while Sam held your hand.
“No, mum! I’m Spiderman!” she said, making her father grin. Since they had gone to the cinema to watch the last Spiderman film, Audrey had been pretending that she had superpowers. It’d been funny until she tried to start climbing the walls and you almost had a heart attack.
You shook your head.“Peter, do something,” you scolded your husband.
“Audrey, darling,” he immediately said, and you smiled―so obedient―, “I wouldn’t like your mum to get mad at me.” When his daughter opened her mouth to protest, he added, “And we’re going to be late to the match if we don’t hurry.”
“Yes, football!” Both Samuel and Ruby cheered, while Emma mimicked her siblings’ words in her father’s arms. Your little girl was two years old and she was such a brilliant kid already. She loved to grab Mr. Badger, the cat, by his tail and to do all kinds of villainies to him. The poor cat endured too much with your daughter, but he also was extremely protective of her and always made sure she didn’t hurt herself.
“Football it is,” you declared, and winked at your children.
The whole of your family exited the house and went to the car. You sat on the passenger’s seat―not without great difficulty―while Peter took care of your children. With your big belly, you were grateful you could even walk on your own. You could barely wait until the birth day, not only because you wanted to see your babies, but also because it was exhausting, being pregnant with twins.
Once your husband had secured all of your children in their seats, he drove to the school. He worked there as a science teacher, and thought at first it hadn’t been an option, when the previous football manager―who’d been some maths teacher―had retired, the juniors didn’t have anyone to train them, and Peter, loving kids and football as much as he did, decided to take the responsibility. Now, you knew he couldn’t picture himself without being the manager of those kids.
When you arrived there, most of the team was already there, and so were their parents, and the rival team. Peter quickly kissed you and he, Samuel, and Ruby left to get ready for the match. Meanwhile, you, Audrey, and Emma went to sit at the stands. You couldn’t stand for too long, and you liked getting seats close to your husband so you could watch him close during the match.
It was adorable, watching him interact with the kids. He ruffled their hair when they walked past him, encouraged them to be their best, and treated them like adults. They liked Peter a lot and he liked them back, and all their parents, but especially their mothers, always told you that you had struck gold when you married him.
As if you already didn’t know that you were the luckiest woman in the world to have him in your life.
You were sure that Peter was almost like a second father for many of those kids. They spent a good amount of hours together every week, training and at the matches, and it was very easy to like your husband. Even if he got a little competitive during every football game.
“Pass the ball to your brother, Corin!”
Maybe too competitive.
“Eyes up, Alice! Eyes on the ball!”
But, whatever he did, it seemed to work, because the school’s team won most of their matches. After the game, the kids all cheered while their parents clapped. Peter’s eyes met yours for some seconds and you smiled.
#peter pevensie#peter pevensie x reader#peter pevensie x female reader#peter pevensie modern au#peter pevensie imagine#narnia#the chronicles of narnia#narnia au#narnia modern au#susan pevensie#lucy pevensie#edmund pevensie#peter pevensie is a father of 6#you cannot convince me otherwise#he loves kids i'm so sure
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Hey! How would father!Michael Myers feel about Eddie Gluskin wanting Michael's 25 year old daughter who is also a patient in the asylum to be his wife?
How are you?
(I am fine. How about you ?)
It started the day when you were transferred from another asylum to St Louis. Female patients weren’t usually allowed, but you were made an exception because Michael wouldn’t go anywhere without his precious daughter. You had grown up surrounded by slashers and hence, not much scared you.
When Eddie Gluskin was admitted in St Louis, he wasn’t introduced to you because…well…Michael.
But one day, you happened to wake up before your father and come down for some breakfast when you accidentally met Eddie. You were both stunned. You had never met before and Eddie wasn’t even aware that there were any women around other than the nurses.
Your eyes met and once the shock over, he decided to pretend being too busy with his coffee to speak. You quickly realised it was best not to stare, so you decided to just go toast yourself some slices of bread for breakfast.
There was silence.
Eddie glanced a few times in your direction, but didn’t speak a word. Neither did you. Michael had taught you not to speak to strangers, so you didn’t. You hence didn’t speak until you were back upstairs and took a deep breath. He was…gorgeous. You decided not to speak to your father about that little episode.
He wouldn’t have understood and besides…you probably wouldn’t see him again.
…
But then, you started waking up early everyday to get breakfast and Eddie was there—like clockwork. You never spoke, but awkward silence turned to shy smiles and little glances here and there…until one day.
You were about to get back to your room when you stopped dead in your tracks and looked down at the pancakes in your plate…Surely, Michael would not mind being short of a few, right ? You took a deep breath and backtracked to sit down next to him. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.
"…You like pancakes ?" You asked. He remained silent for a moment before looking at you. He stayed silent for a moment before he finally smiled.
"I do enjoy a good pancake. Would you care to share ?"
It was the first time you were hearing his voice. It sounded soft and a little hushed—as if he wasn’t used of using it all that much. You smiled back.
"Not at all." You then proceeded to serve him pancakes and Eddie smiled again before digging in.
"I’m Y/N Myers by the way." You introduced yourself and his pale blue eyes looked up at you.
"Eddie. Eddie Gluskin."
From that day onwards, you started spending time with Eddie.
You started watching him and tried to understand who he really was. Eddie was respectful and polite and seemed like the perfect gentleman. You didn’t know why a man like him would be admitted to a mental institution—especially since he seemed so clear-minded.
From what you had heard, he had just transferred from a place called Mount Massive asylum. He hadn’t brought it up though, so you guessed that it wasn’t a fond memory of his. You couldn’t have access to files, but you had heard nurses speak about a certain ‘Waylon Park’. Once you started your research, you were able to understand what his past was and why he was here.
But, you were not one to judge too quickly, especially being Michael’s daughter offered you perspective and that not everything was as it seemed.
The more you shared, the closer you got…until one day, Eddie was the one preparing breakfast and before you could protest, he had invited you to sit down and get a taste. You sat down and started eating with a grin on your face and Eddie seemed happy that you’d eat his food.
"Good, darling. Really good." He cooed and you smiled—completely oblivious…until your vision started faltering and you realised that Eddie had surely drugged you. In a matter of seconds, you were asleep. He then picked you up bridal style and smirked as he proceeded to carry you to his bedroom.
"Sleep soundly, my darling. Sweet dreams."
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After your ‘disappearance’, Michael was desperate and he knocked at every door, searched every dark spot in the entire asylum. He could not find you anywhere and finally called your name over and over again. He usually never used his voice, but this was an emergency. Finally…he got news.
Eddie came to him with a letter.
…
An invitation to your wedding.
"…"
Michael looked up at him in shock. He couldn’t believe it and before anyone could stop him, he had taken Eddie by the throat and threw him against a wall.
"You took her ?!"
He then proceeded to wrap his hand around Eddie’s throat and squeezed. But, Eddie wasn’t afraid. Eddie took a moment before standing back up and claiming:
"We are in love…"
Michael remained silent for a moment before bashing Eddie’s head against the wall.
"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER ?!"
Suddenly, nurses and doctors and guards came in to stop the fight and some of them had to tackle down Michael to make him stop turning Eddie’s head into mush. Michael’s knuckles had turned red by the time he was dragged out of the room.
Fortunately, you were found in Eddie’s room…in a closet. He had tied you up and drugged you. Fortunately, no harm was done to you and you were brought back to Michael safe and sound.
But you could not help yourself to ask why.
Why had he done this ?
So, you went to his cell.
"…Eddie ?" There was no movement for a couple of minutes before Eddie slowly turned his head towards you and smiled.
"Darling."
You sighed before asking him.
"Why ? Why did you do this ? I thought we were friends."
Eddie clicked his tongue.
"Please, darling. Do not insult me. You knew what I wanted. I am a patient, just as much as you. I would assume you already knew about me and the reasons that brought me here, no ?"
You shuddered at the look he gave you.
"…You knew I liked you. You could have waited." You told him with a sad smile and Eddie laughed.
"Oh my sweet sweet darling." He suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. "I have WAITED my entire existence to find my perfect wife. And now that I have finally found you…my ALMOST perfect wife…You expect me to wait some more ?"
He smirked and your heart paced rapidly in your chest. He released you and you took a few steps back.
"A-Almost ?" You asked and he chuckled.
"Yes. Almost. You will be my wife. But first, we have got to get rid of your FATHER, darling."
Your eyes widened in shock and you shook your head. He tilted his head and his smirk softened as his eyes bored into yours.
"Don’t you worry, my love. I will be the one taking care of everything for you…We will soon be together. As it was intended. You and I. Me and my sweet wife…Just wait for me, as I have waited for you."
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I wish I could inject pasilyo into my brain so I can have permanent happiness
#There’s this specific part of the song#It srsly alters my brain chemistry#Anyways#i hate tumblr sm#Idk like I Gen hate being on here sm#No matter what account I make no matter if I tell ppl about it whether I don’t tell ppl I just hate this place soooo much#Like if I have a following it sucks because it’s rlly lonely if I don’t it’s still lonely and then if there’s nobody at all it’s lonely#Loneliness is what got me to discord boy so like :D#The fact I am genuinely missing him sm I’m gonna krill myself 😻🙏#Also I think I hate talking to minors cause these kids be letting themselves get groomed all the time I’m so tired of seeing it#The creep in my course is being so weird to Raisa who is a minor … I can’t help but think it’s all my fault … I invited her to the pharm gc#To show her how messy it was ….#I didn’t expect her to follow and accept requests of everyone …#Anyways I just am so annoyed. Like I wish I could have one person just one where I can be confident in being their no.1 but every time I th#Think I’m maybe somewhere high up on someone’s list of important ppl I realise I overestimated my position even tho I’m rlly self conscious#And being myself down over that. Also I still hate Eid. I hate Eid sm. How do ppl genuinely enjoy Eid. Idk if I’ve ever been excited for Ei#It’s like I’m just suddenly getting more sick of ppl by the day. I Gen don’t like talking to ppl at all even tho I used to rely on talking#To others like its sustenance now it’s just such a hassle to me because I’m so sick of being unimportant to literally every single person I#Have ever known. Literally everyone except maybe dahlia idk. the only person who has never gotten mad/snapped at me o is dahlia#And knowing my luck that will soon be taken from me too. Anyways good riddance to tumblr i loathe this site and im sick of the mind games#All the time from just existing on here. Gen makes me feel ill. I’m so sick of that girl I like and sick of everyone. The only time ppl car#Is when I cause a scene. And ykw atp I loathe being showed sympathy and pity for these sorts of posts because it just feels like a big joke#Cause why couldn’t you just care when I was fine. Why do you ONLY care when I’ve had enough of your bad behaviour. How does one make someon#Like me go mad with all these things#Istg if I come back to this dumb site whether to this acc to the tora one or my other account everyone has permission to beat me up.#dora daily#Tldr;I HATE ppl and everyone ever + I’m just sick of pretending like everyone doesn’t suck cause how can ppl be so insufferable intolerable#Insane horrible in every way and ppl like them. How do they live with themselves when they’re this aggravating. Every day I hate ppl more#Because their mannerisms their everything is just so embarrassing.#Essay tags 😻😻😻
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Wow the old adage rlly is true (you will, by no fault of ur own, create M-mancing detectives with trust/commitment issues)
#I was like lmao I’m not going to do the same as everyone else <- accidentally did the same as everyone else#ITS JUST A DELCIOUS DYNAMIC OKAY#but yeah locking those book 2 saves has been kinda eye opening for me re getting to know my detectives better#like behind all the charming sarcasm my M mancer rlly does think he’s like. intrinsically kinda broken.#all without even realising he’s falling in love for the first time lmao#can’t wait to see THAT blow up#whereas my N-mancing detective is like. mutually lost in the honeymoon period romance sauce like N but also not really sure how to put her#walls down in the same way he’s unsure of.#it’s a really fun progression and I want to see how it pans out.#WHEREAS EMMA! oh Emma wayhaven. honestly wouldn’t have as shy a stat as she does once she Knows what’s going on#I think her shyness is mostly just awkwardness and a lack of certainty about how Adam rlly feels about her.#the autism experience tm in life has given her very strict boundaries when it comes to initiating stuff because she doesn’t want to mess up.#she ends up never doing ANYTHING. and at this point it’s just mutual floundering plus Emma being sure she kind of just got permanently#friend zoned shdhhdjfjf bitches will feel happy they’re a friend but wrestle with the stinging rejection ig#tunes talks wayhaven#STILL haven’t done my F route and I’m avoiding the LT because I’ll just feel too bad to enjoy it shxnndnfnfnf
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Could I trouble you for a chessy X reader where the reader is the current ranch hand. Reader has an accident in the stables and chessy is the only one around to save her. Fluff and angst please
Hello! So I didn’t know what kind of angst you wanted so I assumed accident angst and not like romantic angst. I ended up coming up with 2 different ideas for injuries and couldn’t fit them both in one fic, so surprise! They’ll be another one soon. Not a part 2 but like an alternate one. So this one the reader ends up in a coma and the other one reader will have amnesia. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
On another note: peeps, I got no Marilyn, Misty and Moiraine prompts. I also just realised how many crushes I have that start with an M. Melissa, Marilyn, Misty and Moiraine, wow, 4 M’s. Anyway, getting off track, send in those prompts!
Please Wake Up
Warnings: sad Chessy(yes it’s a warning cause I say it is.), reader gets injured, reader in a coma, LOTS of fluff
Words: 4.45k
You finish brushing the horse when Chessy walks into the stables.
“Hey” She says and you turn around.
“Oh Hey Chess.” You tell her and exit the horse stall and close it. “What’s up?”
“Oh nothing much, just wondering if you were hungry, I made lunch.” She says and you smile.
“You know I never pass up a chance to have your cooking.” You tell her and she smiles.
You remember how the invites of food started and you feel so lucky to have Chessy in your life.
*a month ago*
Chessy and Hallie walked into the stables to see Hallie’s horse again. A few minutes later Chessy told Hallie to go have her lunch now before it gets cold and Hallie took off.
“Hey y/n.” She says and you turn around from cleaning the saddle and look at her and smile.
“Hey Chessy” You say and go around and continue scrubbing.
“When do you usually have lunch?” She asks casually.
“Um well , I don’t actually. I’m not much into cooking so I just have breakfast, dinner and snacks in between.” You tell her and she frowns.
“You should be having lunch if you’re working in the stables all day.”
“I got snacks.” You tell her and point to your bag.
“Oh ya, and what snacks do you have?” She challenges.
“A protein bar.” You mumble and she asks what you said as she walks closer. “A protein bar.” You say with a pout and she sighs.
“Ok, come on.” She says and you look at her confused.
“Huh?”
“Come on, I’m not letting you work through the day with nothing but a protein bar. So I’m making you lunch.” She says and grabs your hand when you weren’t moving.
“Oh Chess I’m fine.” You tell her but she completely ignores you so you halt your steps and she turns to look at you. “Really I’m fine.” You say and your stomach chooses that time to grumble. Chessy looks at you, crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow.
“Wanna try that again?” She asks.
“Not really, no.” You say and you go to turn around back to the stable but she grabs your hand again and drags you to the house.
When you enter the house, you see the twins running by. “No running in the house you two.” She tells them and they apologise and walk away. She gets you to wait at the kitchen island while she whips something up quickly. “Don’t even try to back out. Even if you went back to the stables, I’ll still make something and bring it out to you.” She tells you when she gets some food out.
You watch her make something for you and you stare at her the entire time. You already realised your crush on her and the fact that she’s making you food so you don’t get hungry, it warms your heart.
You get lost in your thoughts that you don’t realise that she’s talking to you. “Y/N!” She yells and you snap out of your trance and look at her.
“What?” You ask.
“I asked you what you had for breakfast.” She tells you and leans on the counter.
“Oh, eggs and toast.” You tell her and she looks at you.
“And dinner?”
“Probably a rice meal or some noodles to just pop in the microwave. Or if I’m feeling adventurous, a tuna sandwich.” You tell her and she snorts.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you don’t cook.” She says and you look down a bit embarrassed. “Hey, it’s fine, no judgement.” She says and you look at her, not believing her at all.
“That’s a lie, you are judging.” You call her out and she chuckles.
“Ok a little bit.” She admits, then goes back to finish the food. She finishes what looks to be an omelette, and puts it on a plate then gives it to you. “There we go, an omelette with some peppers in it.” She says and she goes back and looks to make one for herself.
“Thank you.” You tell her and smile when she looks at you.
“Of course, can’t have you go hungry.” She says and you blush and take a bite of the food.
“What else did you put in it?” You ask and she looks at you. “Cause it tastes like there’s more than eggs and peppers.” You say and she smiles.
“Chef's secret.” She tells you and places the finished omelette on a plate and turns the stove off.” She then sits beside you and eats with you. You blush when she does and you hope she doesn’t notice. She does notice all your blushes but never mentions it, since she doesn’t want to embarrass you.
*present day*
You enter the house and follow her to the kitchen. “Is everyone out today?” You ask as nobody is in the house except for you and Chessy.
“They all went camping for the weekend and they took Sammy with them.” She tells you and you realise that that means you’ll be alone with Chessy for 2 days and you blush a bit.
“So just you in this big house for 2 days?” You say to try and make conversation like a functional human, even if you’re freaking out a little.
“Yep, if you want, when you’re done today then you can join me and we can watch a movie and have some dinner together.” She asks you and you’re glad you don’t have food yet as you’re sure you would have started choking.
“You’re inviting me to stay after I’m done my work?” You ask her confused and she looks up at you, she then hands you a plate with food on it. “Thank you.”
“Ya.” She says and she tilts her head. “I mean we are friends.” She tells you and you smile. She then finishes putting the food on another plate for herself and comes to sit beside you like she always does.
“We are?” You ask but it sounds more like a statement than a question with your excitement. She giggles at you and shakes her head.
“You’re cute.” She tells you and you’re sure your cheeks match the twins hair. “Of course we’re friends. We talk quite a bit and I make you lunch, I don’t do that for just anyone you know.” She tells you with a smile.
“Well in that case, I would love to join you in the evening when I’m done.” You tell her and she smiles at you.
“What time will you be done?”
“Around 4.” You say and she nods.
“I’ll come get you at 4 then.” She says and you smile. The two of you then continue with lunch and some conversation. After you finish, she takes your plate as usual and puts them in the sink. “What do you think about chili for dinner?” She asks when you get up to go back to the stables.
“I love chili, haven’t had it in years though.” You tell her.
“Was the last one you had store bought?” She asks and you shake your head.
“No, my mom made it for Christmas about 5 years ago and that was the last time.” You say.
“Alright, well I’ll end that streak and make chili tonight.” She tells you and you smile at her.
“Can’t wait.” You say and then leave to the stables.
At 3:58pm, you give the newest addition to the stables, a pony, some dinner and she neighs.
“You’re welcome.” You tell her and then you go to leave when thunder comes and it sounds like it could be right over you with how loud it is. Then all of a sudden you feel pain in your back and you fly forward with a scream from you and hit your head on the wall.
*back to 3:58pm*
Chessy came to come get you with a smile, she thinks maybe it’s the perfect opportunity to confess her feelings. Out of nowhere the sound of thunder comes and it’s pretty loud and she hears a horse neigh and then you scream. She bolts to the stables and sees you on the ground in front of the wall. The door to the pony is open and she puts it together that the thunder must have scared the pony and kicked you by accident. She immediately runs to the house to go get the phone to call 911 and they arrive 6 minutes later. Chessy watches as they get you into the ambulance and leaves the driveway to go to the hospital.
Chessy makes sure to close the door for the pony and the stables, rushes to the house and quickly makes a note for the Parker’s, for when they get home tomorrow. Then runs to her car and goes to the hospital to make sure you’re ok.
She ends up at the hospital 15 minutes later and runs to the front desk to ask where you are. The girl tells her the floor but says she can’t go in as they’re running scans. Chessy runs to the floor quickly and informs the front desk person on the floor who she’s there for. She gets told to wait in the waiting area and a doctor will be out soon to let her know about your condition.
She goes to sit on a chair and runs a hand through her hair nervously. She starts swaying back and forth and her thoughts catch up to her. She can’t believe you kicked by their pony, it wasn’t a new pony either, they’re about 2 years old, so they weren’t tiny but also haven’t reached their full height and weight. She thinks maybe due to that fact, you’ll be ok.
After a few hours of waiting, Chessy falls asleep and gets woken up later by a doctor. Her eyes shot open and looks at the doctor and she stands up.
��You’re here for y/n y/l/n right?” He asks her and she nods. “Are you family or friend?”
“Friend, but her family is in a different state. How is she? Is she ok?” She asks worried.
“Very well. She’s alive, at least now she is.” He begins and Chessy’s face pales very white. “She did die for about 10 seconds and then we brought her back. She has a bit of internal bleeding where the horse kicked her but we fixed that. The big thing is that she’s in a coma right now.” He tells her and her knees buckle and she falls in the chair.
“And I’m guessing you don’t know when she’ll wake up.” She says, already knowing the answer.
“I’m afraid not. Some people have been in a coma for a couple days while others can be in one for years.” He tells her and tears fall down her cheeks. “If you want you can go see her.” He offers and she immediately nods and stands up. He leads her to your room and she sees wires attached to you and your arm in a cast.
“Why is her arm in a cast?” She asks.
“Oh the horse got her arm a bit. Wasn’t too big, should be off in a week or two.” He says and she nods. “I’ll leave you alone, if you want to call anyone then the front desk has a phone just for that.” He says and she nods again but just continues to look at you. He closes the door and she’s left in the room with you. Everything hits her at once and she starts walking up to you and cries when she reaches you.
“I’m so sorry y/n.” She says through sobs. She sits down in the chair and scoots it closer to you. She grabs your hand and kisses your knuckle and she gets some strands of hair out of your face. She looks at your face for a few seconds before she gets up and kisses your forehead. She then sits back down, still holding your hand. She looks at a clock and sees that it’s 2am. She suddenly feels tired and lays her head next to your arm and falls asleep.
She wakes to a nurse gently shaking her awake and she springs up and the blanket falls off of her. When did she get a blanket? She immediately looks at you and you’re still the same then she looks at the nurse.
“Sorry to wake you but I brought you some food in case you were hungry.” The nurse says and Chessy smiles at her.
“Thank you, I am quite hungry actually.” She says and accepts the offered food.
“I’m sorry about your friend by the way. If it makes you feel any better, I’ve seen a lot of people survive a kick from a horse.” She says with a soft smile.
“Thanks. But she also hit her head on the stable wall.” Chessy says and the nurse puts her hand on Chessy’s shoulder as comfort then leaves. Once she finishes the food, she puts it on the table beside you and holds your hand. “I still can’t believe this happened to you. I need you to wake up for me. I was gonna tell you how I felt last night before the movie. I was going to let you choose what to watch and I’d make popcorn for us and if you felt the same way, maybe cuddle while watching it.” She says then she starts crying again.
A few hours later, the door to your room opens and Chessy thinks it’s a nurse or doctor again so she doesn’t look. Then 2 pair of arms wrap around her and she yelps. She then looks and sees the Parker’s there and the twins are hugging her. She puts her hands on their arms to hug them back. “Thank you girls.” She says and when she removes her hands is when they pull away.
Nick and Elizabeth come towards her and Nick puts a hand on Chessy comfortingly to let her know he’s there for her.
“What are you guys doing here?” She asks and wipes a couple tears away.
“We got home and found your note and then came straight here.” Elizabeth tells you and then she gives Chessy a hug.
“She was kicked by our pony?” Nick says in disbelief and Chessy nods after pulling back from the hug.
“I heard her scream and went running, found her on the ground at the wall.” Chessy explains.
“Is she going to get better?” Annie asks as the twins are on the other side of the bed.
“Is she asleep right now?” Hallie asks.
“I’m afraid it’s more than just asleep Hal. She’s in a coma. She hit her head against the wall pretty hard.” Chessy tells them and Elizabeth gasps and covers her mouth in shock , while the twins jaws drop in shock.
“Oh dear.“ Elizabeth says and puts her hand over her heart. “I’m so sorry Chessy.” She says and gives her a side hug. “We know how you feel about her. Is there anything we can do for you?”
Chessy looks up at her confused. “What do you mean you know how I feel about her?” She asks.
“We know you have a crush on her.” Nick explains and Chessy blushes.
“Ya, you have lunch with her every day.” Hallie says.
“You laugh so much with her, even more than with us.” Annie adds.
Chessy looks at all of them in shock but then goes back and holds your hand.
“She feels the same about you dear.” Elizabeth tells her and Chessy snaps her head up at her. “She has the same heart eyes as you do when she looks at you.” At that, a few tears escape her and Elizabeth hugs her again.
“I was going to tell her how I feel. I invited her to stay for dinner and a movie and she accepted. And I was going to tell her then.” Chessy explains as she pulls away from the hug and wipes her cheeks with her hand.
“I’m so sorry Chessy.” Elizabeth tells her.
“How about I go get us all some food and we can all eat in here together and keep you some company?” Nick offers and Chessy nods.
“I would like that, thank you.” She says, and Nick leaves and takes the twins with him. Elizabeth pulls up a chair beside her and comforts Chessy the best she could.
Nick comes back with some food and Chessy practically inhales it, since she only ate some hospital food in the past 24 hours. When she’s done, Nick grabs her garbage and leaves on a table for them to take with them when they leave.
“Thanks guys, for the food and the company.” She tells them and they all smile at her.
“Of course, you’re family Chess.” Nick say to her and she gives him a smile. She holds your hand with both of hers and lets out a sigh. Elizabeth rubs her back soothingly and Chessy leans her head on her shoulder. They all continue conversation to keep her occupied and they suggest to her that she should wake around a bit and maybe get some fresh air.
She obviously declines at first but then realises she has to pee and then agrees. She does end up feeling a bit better after the walk and bathroom break, and she does go outside for a few minutes and takes deep breaths. She comes back half an hour later and there’s the nurse that Chessy met this morning there and a doctor, the nurse smiles at her upon seeing her.
“How is she?” Chessy asks them.
“She’s doing better.” The Doctor says. “Her arm is healing properly, we’ll need to do another scan to find out about her back and make sure the internal bleeding hasn’t come back. We did find a cut on her head yesterday but that’s just about healed.” He says and she breathes a sigh of relief.
They end up doing another scan and they told her that everything is healing as it should and her physical injuries will heal in no time.
A couple hours later, the Parker’s leave as the twins have school the next day and they told her they’ll be back tomorrow. Elizabeth stopped at home earlier to get Chessy some things, like extra clothes, some hygiene supplies, a few snacks and a few things to do. Chessy thanked her a few times for that.
They leave and Chessy ends up doing a few crossword puzzles. The nurse comes back to check on you and Chessy as well a couple times before her shift ends.
A month goes by and all your physical injuries healed except your back, they took the cast off after 2 weeks and said your back will be healed in a couple weeks. The Parker’s have come by a few times a week to check on you and Chessy.
“I think the nurse likes you, Chessy.” Elizabeth told her after the nurse left.
Chessy looked at her confused. “What?”
“Y/n’s nurse, the one that just left. She always smiles at you and checks on you.” She tells her.
“I haven’t noticed.” Was all Chessy said.
The Parker’s convinced her to go home at least 3-4 times a week to get proper rest, and she does after making the hospital swear that they’ll call the house if anything changes with you. They got Chessy her own phone and number pretty quickly.
Chessy does end up having to tell the nurse she’s not interested in a date after the nurse asks her out and the nurse understands.
About a month and a week after your accident, Chessy is sitting in the chair, holding your hand, doing a crossword, when she feels a small twitch. She immediately puts her crossword book aside and gets up.
“Y/n!” She says and feels your finger move slightly and she brings your hand up to kiss your knuckle. She then feels your hand squeeze hers and she runs out to call a doctor. A doctor and 2 nurses come in quickly and they look at her. “Her finger moved and then she squeezed my hand.” She tells them and they scurry around for some things as you’re waking up. Just then, you slowly open your eyes and the first thing you see is Chessy.
Chessy is looking down at you and smiling and has a few tears that start to roll down her cheeks. You look around and see 3 people you don’t know and look at the room. “Where am I?” You ask.
“You’re at the hospital, you were kicked by a horse at the Parker’s residence and you’ve been in a coma for 5 weeks.” The doctor tells you and you look over at Chessy for confirmation and she nods. “Are you feeling any pain?” He adds and you nod. The nurse gives you some water and then you go to speak.
“A bit in my back and my head.” You say and Chessy lets a few more tears slip at hearing your voice again.
“Your back is still not fully healed, we’ll give you a temporary wheelchair for now and return it when you no longer need it. As for your head, it could be a headache due to the sensory overload or the information overload but we’ll keep an eye on it while you’re here for another couple days.” He tells you.
“I got… about half of that.” You say.
“I got it all.” Chessy tells them and the doctor nods at her.
“We’ll be right back, we’ll need to get a few more things to run some tests to make sure everything is alright.” He says and they all leave. Which leaves you and Chessy in the room alone and she starts crying.
“Hey what’s wrong?” You ask her and she holds the cup to give you more water after asking.
“I thought I might lose you. I heard you screaming and then I saw you on the ground. I called 911 and rushed to the hospital after they left in the ambulance with you.” She says and you get a good look at her and you don’t know how long she’s been here with you.
“They said I’ve been here for 5 weeks right?” You ask and she nods. “How long have you been here?”
“Off and on for 5 weeks.” She tells you and you’re surprised. The doctor and the nurses come back and run a few tests and they deem that you’re good and one of the nurses brings you food. You eat the food while Chessy stares at you the entire time.
“What?” You ask her and she smiles.
“Nothing, I just can’t believe you’re awake.” After seeing you in the bed, not moving, not hearing your voice for 5 weeks, it’s nice to see you awake.” She tells you and you blush. She smiles even more and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “I was going to tell you something, the night of your accident.” She says and you look up at her.
“What were you going to say?” You ask and she takes a deep breath and holds your hands in hers.
“I was going to confess how I feel about you.” She starts and you gasp a bit. “I was going to tell you that I think about you a lot, when I wake up and when I fall asleep, and a lot of times in between those. I was going to tell you that I would love to cook for you forever, and want to get to know about you. I was going to tell you that I’m falling in love with you and if you want to go on a date with me.” She says and looks at you.
You don’t seem shocked anymore, more so happy with hopefully happy tears. Chessy thinks and then you nod. “I would love to go on a date with you. I’ve been falling in love with you too.” You tell her and she gasps slightly now.
“Really?” She asks and you nod. Chessy is so excited and she leans in and kisses you. You kiss her back and Chessy thinks it’s one of the best days of her life.
You end up staying at the Parker’s house for a month as your back needs to heal more. Chessy immediately offered to take care of you when the doctor was asking you who could help you. The Parker’s help Chessy wheel you inside the house and welcome you back. You ask how the horses are and Chessy pushes you to the fenced in yard in your wheelchair. You see the horses walking around and the pony that kicked you. The pony sees you and gallops over to you and sticks their nose out to you and you pet his nose.
“Aw, I know you didn’t mean it, the thunder scared you and it was wrong place wrong time.” You tell him.
Chessy takes care of you for the rest of the day. You end up finally having that Chili that night and watch a movie while the Parker’s give you the living room for the evening. Chessy carries you onto the couch and you end up cuddling together while watching a Disney movie.
By the end of the movie, Chessy in sitting up against the arm of the couch with you on her, in between her legs. Her arms are protectively around your waist and you’re leaning back on her. Chessy ends up scooting down a bit with you, so she can lay down and you slowly turn around to be face to face with her.
“Hi.” Chessy says with a smile.
“Hi.” You say back and Chessy looks a bit sad for a couple seconds then smiles again. “What’s wrong? What were you thinking about?” You ask.
Chessy tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and thinks you look beautiful. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“Chessy.” You say with a sigh.
“Alright, well remember how I said I thought I lost you?” She asks and you nod. “That’s because I did. They told me you died for a few seconds and they brought you back.” She tells you and you’re stunned.
“I- I died?” You ask in disbelief and she nods. “Wow” you say and then nuzzle your head on her neck. You both end up falling asleep and Nick comes down to get something and sees you both asleep and covers you with a blanket.
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insane that i’m the biggest disappointment of a child for smoking weed but the child that’s emotionally abusive is fine
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I have the curse of so much to say all the time I should rlly get a diary
#anyway. I’m just trying to get to know the guy but there’s That sitting there bc he’s cute#it makes me feel so weird abt everything bc it doesn’t feel like I should be Feeling That idk how much other people have this#added weirdness coming with being gay#anyway I’m so lucky that the one person who knows me well enough to be able to See Things is completely oblivious bc goddamn#I run the full length of the rink to catch up with Big Luke after he leaves bc there was a glove left on the bench where we were#and I thought it might’ve been his (it wasn’t)#i didn’t realise that when I feel things I feel them Big#partly bc I spent a long time not letting myself but I think this whole thing comes with the territory of repression#but yeah if you hadn’t guessed the Guys thing is one of the things The Wanting is shifting towards#I know that I absolutely cannot until may bc I don’t have time. it would almost definitely mess with me too much even if it’s good#once again feeling dumb for Having Feelings Abt Things but I think that too is normal#okay. I don’t have much time to do essay now but I can look through it and set it on the process of maturing in my head#bc I never get anything substantial done on the first day of working on smth anyway. it needs time to arrange itself in my head#and then I can cook with whatever I’ve got bc I think I have enough to make a decent curry even if I’m missing some vegetables I’d like#and tomorrow I can set my alarm properly and have a quiet day where I try to get my essay done and have a night to myself#I should email some supervisors but I’ll do that tomorrow they won’t read the emails until Monday anyway#okay?#oh yeah I also have the sun lamp now I’ll turn that on that will really help#okay I’m gonna go do that. <33#luke.txt
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nct dream reaction :: getting horny unintentionally
𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗? 〚YES〛/ 〚𝗡𝗢✗〛
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AUTHORS NOTE. was talking abt this with @haechrry a while back and i almost passed away so i had to write it. also, a biiiiiig thank you to @dollyji who helped give ideas for chenle and jisungs (mwah). also again this isn’t proofread it’s currently 5am so if you notice any mistakes, no you don’t <3
. . . 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞
mark always has his hand on resting on your thigh, both intentional and unintentional. you learnt over time that this specific form of physical touch comforted him, made him feel at ease, grounded him whenever he was stuck in his own head. the touch comforted you too and you didn't have any problem with it, but it was the strokes of his fingers and the grabbing of your flesh that turned a sweet moment into a moment of want and need. you wanted nothing more than to grip his hand and shove it in between your thighs to where you yearned for him the most.
you're stuck in one of those moments, eyeing his hand that rests on your thigh, watching his fingers drum against your skin as he hums a tune under his breath all while staring down at his phone in his other hand. he has no idea what he's doing to you.
"what are you looking at?" he suddenly asks you and your head snaps up to meet his eyes, noticing that he's staring at with you an unreadable glint. "what's up?"
"nothing" you shake your head, but you press your lips together with a deep exhale as you start to feel mark's fingers knead into your skin. "do you know what you're doing?"
"no?" he frowns before his attention dart down to his hand, realisation creeping over him. "oh" he gives you a boyish grin, something you immediately want to kiss off of his face. "i didn't know me doing something so simple turned you on so much"
"everything you do turns me on"
"i can do something about that, if you want?" mark suggests as he shuts off his phone and places it down, turning to face you fully as he leans in close, "just open your legs a little wider for me, baby"
. . . 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡
he’s just standing there. he’s just standing half naked with a towel hanging loosely off of his hips as he rummages through your drawers to look for his sleepwear. yet there’s something about him standing half naked in your room that has your mind running wild.
the imprint of his cock pressing against the material of the towel has your mouth watering, the water droplets that slide down his chest does nothing to help calm your feral thoughts and you can almost feel yourself beginning to drool when his body turns to face you, throwing a clean shirt and boxers down on the bed.
you watch with hungry eyes as he tugs the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground as he reaches for his boxers to put them on but your quicker, leaping over the bed covers to snatch them up, causing him to make a noise of surprise as he looks at you with wide eyes.
“i need to get dressed” he chuckles when he sees you hold the item close to your chest. “baby, come on…”
“i don’t think you’ll be needing them” you say truthfully and you see a smile start to form on his lips.
“and why’s that?”
“because i’m going to suck your cock” you tell him, noticing how his cock twitches at your words. “and then you’re going to fuck me. after that, we’ll shower together to not waste water… and maybe we’ll go for round two”
“yeah? is that right?” he asks you and you nod immediately. “alright. get on your knees for me then and suck me off so i can fuck you good”
. . . 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢
it's supposed to be a romantic date night with you and jeno, enjoying the midnight sky after a hefty meal and a few drinks, wrapped up in each others arms as you enjoy your alone time together.
but the situation you're in doesn't feel romantic in the slightest, in fact you're feeling a little hot and aroused being pressed up against a railing with jeno standing behind you, chin resting on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your middle, his body flush against yours as he takes in the scenery.
you can feel him, all of him. his cock pressing between your ass cheeks which is covered by a flimsy skirt and every breath he takes, it presses more into you, caging you between him and the railing.
your pussy aches for him, desperate to flip up your skirt and push your underwear to the side to have him so easily slide into you and fuck you right here in public, for anyone to see, but you know that's not going to happen.
"this is supposed to be a romantic date night yet you're grinding your ass against my cock like a bitch in heat" you hear him murmur into your ears and you mewl softly, doing nothing to stop your actions as you continue pushing back into him and he grips your hips tight, hissing through his teeth. "keep going and i'll bend you over this railing, let the whole city hear you scream my name"
. . . 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡
the position of haechan laying between your thighs, head resting on your belly as he watches something on his phones screen has you feeling weak in the knees. his breath fans against your skin, his hair tickles you every time he moves, the light pecks he gives you randomly has you squeezing your thighs around his shoulders.
he coos, taking it as a sign of you hugging him and he stokes you, delicate fingers tracing shapes on your skin, not realising the damage he’s causing to you and your poor panties that are probably soaked in arousal, feeling uncomfortably sticky on your folds.
you try to manoeuvre around to get some friction, to feel anything that could satisfy the need for him and the way he slowly turns his head to look at you could almost be deemed as comical if it wasn’t for his darkened gaze.
“i know what you’re doing” he says, completely disregarding his phone as it drops to the bed sheets. “i know me laying between your legs like this is turning you on. Do you think you’re sneaky?”
you cant help but scoff, “You knew yet you didn’t do anything about it?”
“just wanted to see if you’d beg me” he states nonchalantly, pressing his hands on your thighs to spread them apart further, smirking as he sees the damp patch on your shorts. “do it, baby. beg me”
. . . 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡
“fuck, why is this so hard?” you hear jaemin curse under his breath from the kitchen and your brows pull together at the sound, peering your head around the doorframe to see your shirtless boyfriend staring down at a recipe on the countertop, palms flat against the surface and muscles bulging as he leans in to take a closer look.
he grumbles and curses again, mumbling something about the ingredients as he runs his fingers through his hair and let’s put a frustrated sigh, craning his neck back to reveal his adams apple.
the sight, undoubtedly, is arousing. seeing jaemin so worked up and cursing over something so simple has you feeling a little hot and bothered, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him roll his shoulders back with a grunt and he goes to turn, seemingly heading towards the cabinets but stops in his tracks as he sees you, leaning against the doorframe with a familiar glint in your eyes.
“how long have you been standing there?”
“long enough” you answer, clearly checking him out as your eyes roam over his chest and down to his vline where the rest his hidden by a pair of sweatpants that hang from his hips. “what are you doing?”
“was hungry, tried following a new recipe” he explains to you with a grin, drumming his fingers against the countertop as he looks at you, gaze turning sultry. “although if you come over here and sit your pretty little ass down in front of me, i may be hungry for something else”
. . . 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘
“did you see that? that was such bullshit… what the fuck? how can someone be so dumb? so clueless? i swear, they do this shit on purpose. stupid fucking idiots—”
you’re salivating at the mouth hearing chenle curse out the players on the tv screen, too engrossed in the game to notice how much of an effect his rant seems to have on you.
chenle getting riled up over anything and everything is definitely one of your favourite versions of him, seeing the annoyance and anger swimming in his irises, face red and teeth grit together. he doesn’t get riled up at you per se, it’s at everything else that pisses him off. (even though sometimes, you do wish it was you, hence why you always act like a brat in the bedroom).
eyeing him up, seeing how his jaw clenches makes you want to push at his shoulders to lay him down flat and smother his face more than ever, and with his fists clenching at his sides makes you yearn for him to manhandle you in his grip and have you in any way he prefers.
but it was him clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth and poking at his cheek in frustration that makes you snap, hands gripping his shoulders and laying him back against the sofa cushions, climbing onto his lap and tugging his belt through the loops of his jeans.
“really? that easy?” he chides you, brow raising as if to say he was in disbelief. but with how he’s growing harder beneath your palm, you know he’s feeling the exact same way as you. “come on then, princess. sit on my face while i fuck your mouth”
. . . 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚
you’re supposed to be finishing up the latest episode of a tv show, promising to get it over and done with to spill your thoughts and theories with your bestie over text. but you struggle to complete the task when you can see jisung in the corner of your eye fiddle with his hands, twisting the rings that he’s wearing around his fingers and pressing down on his knuckles to crack them all while whispering lowly beneath his breath—lyrics of a song that sounds a little suggestive due to his tone.
you try to not take any more notice but you find yourself in a difficult position with him leaning against you and hearing the whispers so clearly in your ear and the movements of his fingers. you fidget in your seat, clearing your throat as you try to collect your thoughts all while the arousal builds, pussy clenching around nothing as you squeeze your thighs together.
“why’d you keep moving so much?” jisung suddenly asks you and you freeze, almost feeling a little silly at being caught.
“you’re distracting me”
he cocks his head to the side innocently, “i am?”
“yes” you nod. “i can hear you whispering the lyrics to that song and playing with your fingers… it’s distracting”
“is it?” jisung asks again this time, but his voice is low and sultry, causing you to turn to look at him in surprise as he smiles at you. “want me to whisper how much i want to fuck you in your ear while i finger you? i can do that if you want”
©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦
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say please — han
pairing: han jisung x fem!reader
tags: established relationship, minor dom/sub dynamics, smut!🔞
warnings: swearing, minor dom/sub dynamics, both are switches, spitting, like a lot of spitting, squirting, fingering, mess!!, use of “gross”, “disgusting”, “messy” but in a sexy way, ji calls reader mommy, fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, undisclosed use/disuse of protection, enjoy <3
inspo: ji’s insta post <3
notes: a gift for my baby juni @hyunsvngs i hope you like it it’s your fault either way <3
{ wc: 1780 }
“what?” jisung turns to you after you whine loudly at him.
you’re both lazing around in bed, have been since you arrived back home after going out for lunch. it’s getting warmer now but you’re still in sweats and one of ji’s hoodies. you don’t mean to match each other but jisung has a lot of grays in his closet, and so you end up in the same colour scheme.
“can you stop texting and give me attention?” you pout.
jisung quickly puts his phone away and turns his body fully towards you.
“you were watching tiktoks,” he pouts back.
“i’m bored of them now,” you shrug, caging his hips between your legs as you roll on top of him.
“and what do you wanna do now?” he pushes your hair away from you, gravity doing its job by letting all of it fall on jisung’s face. he splutters around dramatically before neatly tucking it behind your ears.
“annoy you,” you say, kissing his cheek.
“that’s not annoying,” he smiles softly. the movement causes his cheeks to bunch up, allowing you to take a bite from his flesh with a giggle.
“ow!” he yells, trying to push you off him.
he can’t, as you’ve trapped him underneath your thighs, and all he can do is kick around the bed while you keep biting around his cheeks.
“you can’t keep eating me,” he whines loudly, pushing at your shoulders.
you move back slightly, smirking at your boyfriend.
“what?” he gaps at you.
“you’re hard,” you point out.
“yes, what else is new?” he scoffs at you, running his hands up and down your thighs slowly.
“was it the biting?” you chuckle.
“no,” he looks away, “i didn’t know you were so strong.”
you knit your brows at his confession, cocking your head to the side slowly.
“what?”
“you can hold me down pretty well,” he pointed out, “didn’t realise.”
“alright,” you say, because you aren’t sure what else you should say.
“can i eat you out now?” he pouts, eager, as if that was the next obvious thing to say in that moment in time.
it wasn’t, so you start laughing loudly.
“it’s not funny!” he defends, “i need your lips on mine.”
you lean down to kiss him softly.
“not those lips,” he mumbles against the kiss, before sinking his hand in your hair as he deepens it.
you kiss him slowly, despite his efforts to turn the kiss messy you don’t let him—controlling the pace subtly, but jisung scums to it anyway.
when you’re both out of air you pull away slowly, jisung’s heavy breaths against your skin.
“want my pussy?” you ask, breathless.
“yeah,” he nods, eyes shiny, “yes.”
“not like that,” you click your tongue, “be good.”
“i-i am! you know how good i can make you feel,” he urges.
“i do know,” you smile at him, “i also know you have manners.”
“come on,” he pouts at you, eyes so so big in front of you.
you quickly get off him, pulling off your clothes in a hurry before you spread your legs in front of him.
“oh, fuck,” he blushes, “fuck it’s so pretty. pussy so so pretty,”
he grabs your thighs, pulling you towards him in one quick motion.
your boyfriend is so soft and sweet you can often forget how strong his arms are and the force he’s able to use on you if he wanted.
“ji, shirt off,” you tell him, and he quickly peels off his layers.
now you can see his arms, look at them as much as you’d like. it makes your mouth water. you start wondering how it would feel to bite his arms instead of his cheek, and when jisung sees you aren’t looking at him he starts whining again.
“attention,” he lets out in a whine.
you chuckle at him softly before locking eyes.
“can i now?” his face is a few inches away from your pussy, so close you can feel little puffs of air on your wetness every time he breathes.
you want to push his head right into your cunt but you don’t. instead, you just shake your head.
“spit,” you tell him, your fingers carding through his long hair.
jisung quickly does as he’s told, like he always does, and gathers spit on his tongue. he lets it fall down, maintaining eye contact, and his spit slowly starts running down your folds.
you can’t help whimpering at the feeling.
“more, more,” you ask, raising your hips to meet his spit halfway.
jisung lets more and more of it fall, a few times landing directly on your clit and you keen loudly at the feeling. “make it messy, ji, fuck.”
jisung can’t wait any longer, and he surges forward to wrap his lips around your pussy—but you stop him.
“you didn’t say please,” you tsk, “so you aren’t getting any.”
jisung’s eyes widen in realisation and he quickly opens his mouth to start begging. you fucking love it when he begs, but this time, it won’t help him. so you grab his wrist and sink his fingers in his own mouth before he can start begging and change your mind.
the sound gets caught in his throat, so does his moan.
“give me your fingers, ji,” you say, slowly moving his fingers in and out of his mouth with the grip you have on his wrist, “fuck me with your fingers.”
jisung nods eagerly.
you let his fingers slide out of his mouth with a small pop, and he wastes no time before rubbing his fingers all over your folds, spreading the spit around everywhere.
“messy,” he says, a little dazed.
he slowly sinks his finger in, and noticing there’s little resistance thanks to his dick stretching you out this morning, he quickly sinks in another one.
you let out a loud moan at the fullness.
“wanna taste you,” he whines, a louder one coming out when all you do is shake your head.
“fingers, need them,” you moan out, as he pushes in deep and fast. he adds a third finger, the stretch now deeper and so so sweet as your wetness helps him easily glide his fingers in and out.
you let him spit on your cunt again, a high pitch moan leaving you at the contact.
“tits, tits,” you don’t even know what you’re saying, “make my tits messy, too.”
jisung quickly moves up the bed, continuing the fast pace of his fingers before he sticks out his tongue above your tits.
they bounce softly from the impact of him finger fucking you, and he tries his hardest to aim the string of spit towards your nipple. it doesn’t work, so instead he rubs the spit around, smearing it around your nipple as you moan loudly from the added stimulation.
“fuck it’s so gross,” you whine, “so dirty.”
“so fucking gross,” he agrees, this time spitting harshly on your other nipple. the wet contact and his words cause you to start clenching around his fingers. “so messy, you like it so messy it’s disgusting.”
“make a mess, please, baby,” you moan.
“mommy loves it gross,” jisung pouts at you, and you feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten.
“ji, ji, i’m so fucking close,” you grab his hair, pushing him back between your legs.
his eyes zero in on your cunt, the loud wet noises and your moans filling the room as jisung starts to whine again. “please, let me taste.”
“fuck, fuck, i’m so close, fuck,” you chant, “ji!”
jisung somehow manages to fit in another finger, sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.
“ji, ji, ji, ji,” you babble out incoherently.
“mommy, i’m doing everything, please let me taste,” he begs.
“stick your tongue out, baby,” he quickly does so, his eyes wide and looking up at you as his tongue sticks out millimetres away from your soaking pussy, “fuckfuck, i’m gonna squ—“
and before you can say anything, your stomach tightens and your thighs starts shaking and your clit pulses as a gush of water squirts out as your orgasm takes over your body.
you can’t let yourself look away even as the pleasure takes over you because jisung is doing his best to catch all of it on his tongue, his face covered in your release.
your thighs are covered in it and so is your stomach and everything is wet around you and your walls are pulsing tightly around four of jisung’s fingers but before you can notice any of that jisung wraps his lips around your clit harshly as he pushes his fingers as deep as they can go and flicks them hard against your walls.
you cry out from the overstimulation and the way his fingers brush against your sensitive spot but jisung doesn’t stop, only pulls away for a moment to say, “fuck, i need you to do that again.”
so you let him keep going, the pleasure taking over your whole body as your thighs close around his head and you scream.
“ji, it’s too much, holy fuck—“
he hums against your clit and it sends you over the edge again, but for whatever reason you don’t squirt this time.
still, your orgasm takes over your body for at least forty seconds.
once you recover you open your eyes to see jisung taking off his boxers—that are soaked through his own release.
“i’m fucking the shit out of you, you don’t even get it,” he says urgently, grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach.
you’re leaning on the wetness now, the covers soaked in your release and jisung’s spit and before you can complain jisung grabs your hair and sinks his dick inside you. the stretch feels so fucking good, your walls looser but still not enough to accommodate comfortably for jisung’s girth. and the sensitivity of two orgasms so close together means you’re already clenching around him.
“everything is wet, ji,” you complain, and jisung pinches your nipples in response. hard.
you moan loudly and he says, “mommy likes the mess, huh? so i’m gonna push your face into the mattress you squirted on and you’re gonna thank me.”
he pushes your face into the mattress, and it smells like cum and spit and a little bit like sweat and when you don’t say anything he thrusts into you.
“thank you, ji,” you whimper out, “now fuck my brains out.”
“say please?” he chuckles, before grabbing your hips tightly and drilling into you.
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