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day 19: partners-in-crime
#beary the hatchet#pearl (beary the hatchet)#grizz (beary the hatchet)#YEAH I CAN DRAW CHARACTERS FROM MY OWN GAME !! WHAT OF IT!!!#minifemslashfeb2024#kiki draws#this isnt canon to be clear i like to think that pearl and grizz have a fun toxic relationship post bth but whatever happens after the game#is out of my hands#“arent you the writer” irrelevant#also me tapping the sign yes grizz is a girl no she is not a man. can the youtube comments stop correcting me on my own game im sick of the#also i will likely be late on tomorrow's piece im finishing this one like an hour before i am going on a TRIP#just a short one but i wont have my laptop#so ill need to play catch up soon gulp#o well
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sex * gr63
it was supposed to be just sex.
pairings: george russell x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of sex
notes: fun fact, this was supposed to be about max but hehe… fun fact number 2 is that this is the second draft and the first is messier than this, but i liked this better! based on sex by eden <3 and i aM TRYING TO CREDIT THIS GIF BUT I’M ON MY PHONE AND THEY WONT LET ME SO I’LL DO IT WHEN I FIND MY LAPTOP OK PLS IM BEGGING YOU
(sex) // (be mine)
you watch george’s eyes shut and feel his grip around your hips tighten, soft mews passing his lips while he comes down from his high. your hips come to a slow stop while his eyes slowly open, flashing you a smile.
you return the gesture before you slowly untangle yourself from his grip. you drop yourself on the empty spot on the bed. your hand pats around the area next to you, lifting your head up slightly to find the blanket kicked down to the floor amidst your passionate and selfish exchange.
george’s thumb swipes across your forehead, swiping away the sweat that’s formed.
there’s a feeling in your stomach for the past few weeks that has been eating you up. it’s indescribable, which is why you simply try not to think of it. but right now, with george next to you, it’s hard to ignore.
“what’s up, what are you thinking about?” george shifts to prop himself up on his elbow to look down at you. his smile grows as he moves the hair out of your face, brushing your hair in the process. “you’ve been staring at that ceiling for so long, i swear it’s come alive.”
you sigh. you blink then turn your head to the other side of the room, desperate to not get caught in his blue eyes. “george, i think you think too much of me.”
george feels his heart stop in his chest. in the short few months since alex has introduced you to him, you were never one to get in touch with your emotions. to say something with so much depth is worrying to him.
it’s more to contribute to the fact that your arrangement is strictly sex, with the side quest of pretending to be friendly when alex is around. other than that, there is no relationship to base all of this off.
when you’re not together, you don’t text. neither of you know what goes on in each other’s lives in the event of separation.
which is why he can’t figure out why your tone is scaring him so much. because he knows where you are going with this.
but george has to fight himself against what his chest is urging him to do. he swallows the forming lump in his throat and tilts his head at you. “what do you mean?”
there must have been something he has done that made it seem like there’s something more. he’s been so careful with the way he is in bed with you, and the amount of affection he gives you.
if you asked him, you’ve already taken his heart. and he’s almost a hundred percent sure that he doesn’t want anyone but you.
you clear your throat softly. you turn to finally meet his eyes. “you know, whatever this is, means nothing.” you speak slowly, ensuring that your words are clearly understood. “we’re just having sex.”
and there it is.
you can barely consider yourself friends. which is why your label isn’t even ‘friends with benefits’ — there is no label at all. you don’t even have each other’s numbers; all the initiations just stemming from instagram dms and your shared time at the club after alex taps out from the alcohol.
george feels his heart skip a beat, his stomach churning with uneasiness. he was just about to tell you that he’ll take you out on a proper date; actually make an effort to get to know you better.
in this moment, he is suddenly reminded of the situation. it’s just sex you’re having. there were no strings attached in the first place, and he isn’t supposed to have feelings for you.
the nights you spent tangled in his hotel room sheets should not have replayed in his mind as much as it did. he shouldn’t have noticed how you started letting yourself spend the night securely in his arms and thought to himself this might be going somewhere good.
on the other end of the spectrum, your chest ached. alex’s stern words echoes in your mind as you were slapped with the harsh reality of your inability to be in a healthy and loving relationship.
“fix yourself first, please. don’t break george’s heart,” alex had said to you when you came clean to him about your arrangement and the feelings that caused you to stir about at night before sleeping.
you can hardly consider it love. you barely know anything about george. of course, you would talk whenever you are tangled up in sheets with him, but you’d kept them minimal to protect you both from the very perdicament you’ve found yourself in.
you notice the way his expression changes ever so slightly. hurt flashes in his eyes as he withdraws his hand from you, your fingers flinching as you fight the impulse to chase for his touch. his eyebrows furrow as he inches back. “of course. it’s just sex.”
george almost tells you that he’s always been this heartless. in fact, he is convinced that this is his karma for break all those girls’ hearts back in the day.
he watches you take a deep breath and return your gaze to the ceiling of his hotel room. “this should be the last night. we should stop.”
he drops himself on the bed. he mimics your position, hands laying on his stomach as he traces the design of the light structure with his eyes.
he contemplates, the risk and rewards of just letting loose and telling you how he feels. can he really live with the fact that he just lets you go here without a fight?
instead, he turns to you with a playful smirk on his face. “you said this is the last night.”
you playfully roll your eyes, turning your head to meet him. “that is what i said.”
“not the last time, so come here.”
#got my mojo back hehe#i love this#george russell x reader#george russell x you#f1 x reader#f1 x you#disneyprincemuke#disneyprincemuke imagine#disneyprincemuke imagines#disneyprincemuke f1#george russell fic
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Perv!Yangyang headcannons?? (only if ur comfortable ofc ! <3)
yangyang perv headcannons (m) | home | writing masterlist | fic rec library
includes/warnings mainly perverted and gross stuff!!!
a/n AHH anon the things you have done to my brain!!! i hate u (respectfully) but the way i am gnawing on my desk anon u deserve a promotion
starer
he is ALWAYS staring at you. he never keeps his little pretty eyes off of you. his heart rate always goes up when you catch him staring, going to the lengths of turning his head away quickly, like he never was even staring in the first place.
snapchat secrets
he has some VERY spicy pictures of you, including lingerie pics, nude pics, swimsuit pics… you name it. he stores these pictures in secret places, like his hidden folder on his phone, or his “my eyes only” folder in snapchat, or even in a secret folder on his laptop. but he won’t let you see them.
panty snatcher
to play with or when he’s lonely, needing you or his pants feel too tight, he always has a pair of your underwear with him. his favorites are ones that he has came on, or ones you wore the last time you had sex. he pretends to be surprised when you tell him about another missing panty.
dirty laundry
he likes playing with said underwear, releasing in it, folding it back up in a dainty little fold and placing it back in your drawer to wear. he plays dumb when you mention the dryer may not be working well anymore.
needy
he ALWAYS wants to fuck. in the car, at the movies, under the dinner table… he is always trying to get his filthy little fingers in your pants. he dosent even care if you are on your period, he will put a plastic sheet on the bed.
clouded mind
he is always thinking about you to the point where it can be considered unhealthy. he wants to know what you’re doing. where you are. what you’re wearing. he has to know.
grabby
his hands are always on you, especially in public (bonus points for wearing something short and revealing). you could be sitting next to him on a bench and his hand will be wrapped around your thigh. he’s not too adventurous in public, usually keeping his hands on your thighs or waist, but that wont keep him from exploring.
sugar daddy
he dosent do it often, but every once in a while he will buy you the most dangerous lingerie, have you take photoshoots in it just so he can set them as his wallpaper. and for him to enjoy later, too.
@neocoffeecafe
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Message in a Bottle (minho x reader)
minho x reader fake dating college au!
a/n: i'm a lil bit too proud of this piece so if you hate it keep it to yourself, this is also the first full-length fic i've written so. inspired by the love hypothesis! came up with the idea originally a year ago after finishing the book.
words: 11.2k
warnings: smut with plot, reader is a virgin, reader uses she/her pronouns, typos, slight corruption kink, protection IS USED FOR ONCE. minho calls the reader a whore like once...maybe twice, lmk if i missed any.
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to say lee minho was boyfriend material would be a mere understatement. to be honest, you saw him as nothing better than just some guy who plays with girls around campus, yet here you were, sealing the deal with him. “it would be for like two months, tops,” minho said. you bit the inside of your cheek.
“and what are you getting out of it? what would you gain?” you asked him.
“lia getting off of my back,” he replied snarkily. lia and minho were exes you could say, but lia was the most consistent girl minho has ever been with. they were known to show up to campus parties and then mysteriously disappear, probably jerking each other off in the host’s room. you were pretty sure minho had every possible std there was out there considering his reputation. but yet here he was, asking you to fake date him for two months. “listen if you’re uncomfortable we don’t have to, but i’m just saying you’d have a reason for the board to believe that you’re gonna still attend miroh college for the rest of the school year and you could get the funds-”
“okay okay i’ll do it just, lets make up rules,” you said, cutting him off. minho smirked.
“lay it on me,” he replied.
“first of all, no kissing, like ever,” you said.
“how are people gonna think we are dating if you wont kiss me?” minho asked.
“well there’s other ways to show affection-”
“you really think someone would believe i wouldnt kiss my girlfriend in public?” minho pointed out.
“okay um, but i- i dont know-”
“have you ever kissed someone y/n?” minho questioned you. you felt your face burnt up slightly.
“i uh well this boy in my 6th grade-”
“no i mean really kissed,” minho added.
“it was pretty real to me,” you commented. minho chuckled.
“okay, so no kissing, but pda?” he asked. you nodded.
“yeah like, hand-holding and stuff,” you stated.
“got it, could i add my own rule?” minho asked.
“sure,” you said.
“dont fall for me, i mean the whole point of this is so i can get a girl off my back, not get another one on,” he said. you nodded confidently.
“will do, won’t catch me slipping,”you replied. minho stuck his hand out to you.
“so its a deal then?”
“deal.”
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you desperately needed this grant from your school, and rumors of you and minho dating would be the perfect way to convince them. this was the first time your school had ever declined your request when it came to your films. your short films had gained multiple awards and praise for miroh college, but it’s because of these awards that other colleges had offered to give you a full-ride scholarship to their schools. to be honest, you had played with the idea of transferring to a film-based college, but you were waiting for one in particular. stray film college had been your dream school since you were 15, and they finally reached out to you. they promised a full-ride scholarship if you could produce one more film, a film that needed to be a personal film. you had no idea what to do for it, but you knew you would need funds for the mic set and to possibly pay actors. you don’t know how or why, but somehow the school caught wind of this, and now suddenly they refused to help you with production altogether. you hate to admit it, but minho’s plan could very likely be the key to your dream school.
you were typing yet another email to your department’s head when someone tapped on the top of your laptop. you looked up and met eyes with your friend, hyunjin. hyunjin ran his fingers through his currently, long blonde hair. “blonde again jinnie?” you asked.
“i needed a change, plus i haven’t tried blonde with my long hair yet so i figured now was the time,” he replied. you chuckled as he took a sit across from you. the two of you met up in the school cafeteria often, ever since you guys met as freshmen. hyunjin was actually the only actor that would always act in your films for free. that’s how the two of you became friends in the first place. “what are you working on now, y/n?” hyunjin asked.
“typing another email, i need to get the funds,” you replied.
“you think they’ll give it to you?” he asked again. you sighed.
“no, but they might soon,” you replied.
“whats the plan? do i need to beat up mr. park?” he questioned. he said the last part with a smirk.
“no hyunjin, this plan does not require anyone being beat up,” you said, you looked around, “it’s a secret for now, i’m sure you’ll hear within the next few days or so.”. hyunjin turned his head to the right.
“what’re you up to?” he asked.
“so many questions! just dont worry about it. you just have to know i have it figured out,” you told him. that was when the messages started.
[minho: hey we need to go to this party tonight
[minho: lia is bringing her entire group there
[you: um ive never been to a party before…
[minho: ur shitting me right?
[you: nope.
[minho: ill pick you up, just be ready in like an hour or two.
[you: hour?
[minho: 2 max, you need to meet some of my friends before hand
[you: i know your friends.
[minho: you know the rumors about my friends, but you dont know my friends
[minho: plus how exactly do you plan on getting home if i end up black out drunk?
[you: 2 and half hours.
[minho: deal.
you closed your laptop. “looks like part of my plan is taking place, ive got to go get ready,” you said, standing up.
“call me later?” hyunjin asked. you shrugged.
“ill be out pretty late,” you commented.
“y/n…you’re not prostituting are you?!” hyunjin asked.
“no! just dont worry ill explain later.”
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you stood in front of the mirror looking at your outfit. you had picked a slightly skimpy outfit, but felt it was appropriate for the occasion, it was a baby pink pleated skirt with a black t shirt. that was when you heard a knock at your dorm’s door. you sighed, knowing it was probably minho already picking you up. you opened the door, and was greeted by a well dressed minho. “you ready?” he asked. you nodded.
the car ride to wherever minho was taking you was uncomfortably silent. to be honest, up to this point you and minho had rarely ever spoken, let alone crossed paths. “so uh…who’s hosting the party?” you asked.
“chris bang,” minho answered flatly.
“i thought you guys hated each other?” you questioned.
“listen, he comes to my friends’ parties all the time, its more of a rivalry if anything,” he stated. you looked out of the window. chris bang was another infamous man around campus. he was the head of the double knot frat, and had a similar reputation to minho. chris’ rep was totally different, where minho was known to be a complete heart breaker, chris was more of the never the same girl twice kind of guy. he never really talked to girls long enough for them to think he liked them, but long enough to be intimate. unbeknownst to you, minho really did hate him. he just didnt make a big deal about it, besides there were more important things to be focusing on, such as making lia go away. minho pulled into an apartment complex. “attention passenger, we have reached destination jisung and changbin’s apartment,” minho announced. minho walked over to your side and opened the door for you. “m’lady” he said, motioning his other arm towards the apartment entrance. you laughed a bit before standing up.
“thank you, sir,” you told him. you closed the car door behind you, after which minho put an arm around your shoulder. you jumped at first being shocked by his action.
“remember, im just your lovely new boyfriend,” he whispered into your ear. you nodded. minho walked you to the door. minho knocked on the door, and surprisingly neither jisung or changbin answered. “seungmin! you’re coming along?” minho asked the man who opened the door.
“why not, haven’t gone out with you guys in a while,” seungmin answered. seungmin met eyes with you and raised his eyebrows. “who’s the chick?” he asked.
“shes-”
“the chick is me. i’m y/n, minho’s girlfriend,” you introduced. seungmin looked over at minho in slight disbelief.
“seungmin the airconditioning is on, close the door!” changbin called. changbin walked over towards the door to see what seungmin was doing, and once again you were looked at with wide eyes. “who-”
“this is y/n, my girlfriend, i was going to tell you guys once i got inside but seungmin felt the need to question us before hand,” minho explained.
“y/n? as in film major y/n?” changbin asked you. you smiled at the recognition for films, and nodded.
“the one and only,” you replied. changbin stuck his hand out.
“your films are awesome, it amazes me that someone that’s my age could produce something like that,” he told you. you shook his hand.
“wow , uh thank you, i didnt take you to be the film type?” you stated. changbin nodded.
“come in come in!” changbin said excitedly.
“is it just me or does changbin look more excited to talk to your girlfriend than us,” seungmin mumbled to minho as the two of you walked in. minho shrugged.
“as long as the lady is happy,” he replied. seungmin looked at minho again.
“since when did you care this much about your girlfriends?” seungmin asked.
“since her,” minho replied, pointing to you and changbin happily chatting. jisung bursted into the room form his bedroom.
“alright let’s get the show on the road, wooyoung is saying chris has some free alcohol and i do not want to miss it,” jisung announce, car keys in hand. jisung looked over at you, “hello there, and who might you be?”. minho protectively put his arm around your shoulders.
“y/n, is my plus one tonight,” minho grinned. you nodded.
“also minho’s latest girlfriend,” seungmin commented. jisung looked at you and minho and shrugged.
“okay, whatever, we need to leave, like now,” he told everyone in the room.
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the moment the 5 of you arrived at the party it was complete chaos. there were girls completely topless dancing on tables, people trying to down as many shots as possible, and pda in every corner. minho grabbed your hand. “follow my lead,” he whispered to you. for some reason, minho holding your hand made your heart skip a tad. you nodded. minho led you to the porch in the back, where there were many familar faces, but particularly lia and her posse. lia had 4 other friends, yeji, ryujin, chaeryeong, and a freshman yuna. as far as you knew, they were all daddy’s money and felt some sort of entitlement at miroh college. other faces you recognized on this porch was of course, chris bang and his close friends, felix and another freshman jeongin. “lee, nice of you to show,” chris commented. minho looked back up.
“wouldn’t miss it, bang,” he replied. it wasnt until you noticed lia practically glaring at you that you remembered you were still holding minho’s hand.
“y/n? right?” chris asked you. you nodded. chris looked back between you and minho. “you two an item or something?” chris asked minho
“my girlfriend actually,” minho answered.
“you ever been to a party before director?” chris interrogated. you hesitated before nodding.
“no she hasn’t,” lia said.
“yes i have, maybe you just haven’t seen me before,” you shot back.
“really? well then maybe you wouldn’t mind playing a few drinking games, you know, with the girls,” lia added. you nodded, more confidently this time.
“totally,” you replied. lia looked back at her girls, and at the same time minho whispered to you,
“y/n are you sure about this? i could easily think of a way out of this-”
“let’s go then,” you stated confidently to lia. lia smirked.
“sounds fun, you boys won’t mind if we disappear for an hour or two,” she asked. minho glared at lia, knowing she was up to something. “oh c’mon minho, let the girl have some girl time, besides who knows, maybe by the time we’re back you’ll have found someone else to play with,” lia replied snarkely. minho clenched his teeth, but you put your hand on his shoulder as a way to tell him it was alright. yeji got up form her chair.
“let’s go,” she told her friend. you followed the 5 girls back into the frat house, where you ended up in some unknown person’s room. there were many other girls you recognized from around the campus in the room. yeji picked up a random bottle on the floor and read the name. “here, “y/n, you’ve surely had this before,” yeji picked up a bottle that had the name ‘jagermeister’ printed on it, and handed it to you. truth be told, you knew next to nothing about alcohol, let alone had you drunk more than the champagne you drank at new years.
“of course,” you lied. yeji looked back up at lia.
“why don’t you take a drink or two?” lia said, handing you the bottle. you opened the bottle, and got a whiff of a black licorice that made you want to throw up an entire lung. “go on,” lia told you. you gulped before you started chugging it. the other girls looked at you in shock.
“y/n are you okay?” chaeryeong asked you. you squeezed your eyes and nose before nodding.
“yeah, totally, like i said, i’ve drank before..” you trailed off, “maybe not as intense as that.”. lia let out a scoff. you stood up. “either way, im gonna find minho,” you said. you walked away from the room, and as you closed the door you sighed.
“girls giving you a hard time?” a familiar voice called. you turned to see jisung.
“uh yeah sure,” you answered.
“y’know its only because lia believes you and minho’s ruse,” he replied.
“yeah i- wait what?” you asked surprisingly.
“i can read right through you two, minho may be able to fool the others but he still can’t fool me,” jisung explained. you looked at him, and started to open your mouth when jisung said, “don’t worry i wont tell anyone, i’m not sure why you two decided to do this, but i won’t tell,”.
“thank you, jisung,” you said. jisung moved to the side.
“welp, i’ve gotta go do what i was doing before i met up with you,” jisung told you.
“yeah, of course,” you replied. jisung walked passed you, and you watched as he left. you walked down the stairs to the first floor of the frat house. as you stood and watched chaos, you could suddenly feel the rush of the drink from earlier sinking in. it was then you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“y/n are you okay?” minho asked. you stared at him for a second before feeling a sudden rush to your gut. you shook your head before you threw up all over minho and yourself.
it was like the world stopped in that moment and your first instinct was to run away.
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you ran down the street, with no real destination in mind other than far away from the doubleknot frat. suddenly your fuzzy mind was interrupted by a voice.
“y/n?”
“y/n??”
“y/n!!”
and suddenly you were blacked out.
you groaned as you awoke in an unfamiliar bed room, but a quick sniff of the bed sheets you recognized it was hyunjin’s. you sat up and felt your head pounding. “goodmorning, sleeping beauty,” hyunjin said, standing in the door way.
“what happened?” you asked.
“i should be asking you the same thing,” hyunjin replied. you thought for a moment on the events of last night.
“i know i was at chris bang’s party,” you said, “oh my god minho!”.you reached for your phone, which hyunjin had (thankfully) taken the liberty to plug in for you. just a glance at the messages you suddenly remembered a key moment from last night.
[minho: hey where are you?
[minho: y/n this isnt funny, answer your phone
[minho: im sorry.
“whats got you so worked up, and whats up with you and minho?” hyunjin asked.
“have rumors already spread?” you said. hyunjin let out a sigh.
“unfortunately a bit more than just some rumors spread,” he told you, showing you a video someone had taken of you throwing up on minho. you closed your eyes and lifted your head back.
“of course,” you let out. hyunjin wrapped and arm around your shouldand rubbed your arm.
“hey on the brightside i brought you some hang over food!” hyunjin announced. hyunjin got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen. you sent a quick message to minho.
[y/n: im so sorry a million times over, could we meet up today?
[minho: yeah, campus research center?
[y/n: sounds good.
hyunjin walked in with a breakfast bagel sandwich and a smoothie concoction. “what;s the drink?” you asked.
“hangover juice,” he answered. you took the drink from his hands and took a big gulp of it. you squeezed your eyes and nose.
“that is so gross why would you even give me that!” you exclaimed.
“i never said it was good,” hyunjin mumbled.
the school’s research center was surprisingly empty, with just a few students surrounding you. you waited until minho finally showed up.
“minho,” you called.
“you ever heard of answering your phone?” he asked aggresively.
“i know, im sorry, i can pay for dry cleaning-”
“thats not what i was worried about, you rand out of the party with no one, drunk and alone, do you know how scary that sounds?” minho asked you.
“i- uh, yeah,” you replied. there was an awkward pause.
“i’m sorry, y/n, i was just, i was really worried,” he stated. you nodded. “so you got home safe?” minho asked.
“yeah, my friend hyunjin found me, luckily,” you asnwered.
“good,” minho said.
“did lia believe it?” you asked. minho smirked.
“totally,” he told you, “according to changbin she wouldn’t shut up about it, but then the whole throwing up thing happened..”. you smacked your face with your hand.
“what am i going to do that video is so embarrassing,” you said.
“oh that's nothing, last year a video of jisung stripping completely naked surfaced,” minho told you. you shivered at the thought of a video of yourself stripping being spread without your consent. “besides its only spreading because i mean, who would expect you to be at bang’s party,” minho said.
“was it really that big of a deal?” you asked. minho nodded.
“look, this crowd of typical college kids know when theres someone new, let alone someone who’s already known around campus for films,” minho answered. there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.
“so uh, what now?” you asked.
“well i guess we have to make some more exclusive meetings now that the words out,” minho replied.
“so dinner?” you suggested.
“sure,” minho said.
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unsurprisingly, you arrived first to the local restaurant on campus. though it wasnt uncommon, minho was slightly late, but it had already been 15 minutes. you sighed as you checked your phone, expecting a text message saying he was caught up in something, but to no avail, nothing. suddenly you heard someone knock on the table. “minho- oh, uh chris,” you said, looking up at the bleach blonded man.
“fancy seeing you here, y/n, lee leaving you waiting?” he asked you.
“well not really, im actually here early,” you lied.
“mind if i take a seat?” he asked, motioning to the booth seat in front of you.
“i- uh- yeah sure?” you replied. he chuckled.
“you sound scared, i’m just taking a seat until your boyfriend gets here, someone’s got to look over the pretty ladies,” chris said flirtatiously. you let out an awkward chuckle. “so, you and minho, how did you two meet?” he asked you. you quickly tried to think of a lie.
“uh, highschool,” you answered. chris looked at you suspiciously.
“lee didn’t go to our highschool,” he stated.
“okay well- wait what? our school?” you questioned. he turned his head slightly.
“do you not remember me?” he started, “we were in the same home economics class.”. you sat there and thought about it. suddenly you gasped.
“bang chan?!” you exclaimed. he giggled.
“yeah, i don't go by chan anymore, just chris,” chris told you, “i actually was wondering if you’d do me a favor and keep it between us?”. you nodded.
“of course, im just embarrassed i didn’t recognize you earlier,” you told him.
“no it's okay, most people didn’t or don’t, but i was more shocked when i heard your name spring around,” he explained.
“yeah well, that makes two of us, i never expected my films to get much praise,” you replied.
“i could, i still remember that jackson guy having you edit is student president video,” he said.
“you remember that?! don't speak of my dark past,” you said. you both laughed and smiled at each other.
“could i maybe have your number? maybe we could do some good old high school reminiscing together?” chris asked. you nodded.
“yeah of course,here hand me your phone,” you said. you took chris’ phone and typed your number when someone cleared their throat. you both looked up to minho. you handed chris back his phone.
“bang, would you mind telling me why you’re talking to my girlfriend?” minho questioned chris.
“i was just leaving actually,” chris said, standing up from the booth. chris walked away, and minho watched as he left. minho sighed before taking a seat where chris once sat.
“he didnt do anything right?” he asked. you shook your head.
“no uh, he was just asking some basic questions about us,” you answered. minho sort of looked off for a moment, you felt like he wanted to know more, but knew he wasn’t going to ask. “anyway, you’re late, like way late,” you stated.
“i know im sorry,” he replied. you sighed.
“it’s fine i guess,” you said. minho reached for your hands across the table and lightly squeezed. something about it, despite you knowing it was an act, felt so nice. it felt, right, to be with minho at that moment, and undoubtedly minho really wasn’t that bad of a guy. he seemed to care deeply about whether or not you were comfortable with specific things or whether you were safe. but part of you just thought that it was minho being a decent human being, and you curse yourself for setting your standards in men so low. “chris seems, nice enough, why do you guys hate each other so much?” you asked. minho didnt answer.
“its not important, really,” minho began, “we just don’t mesh i guess.”. you decided not to push more. you looked up from minho, and spotted some girls a few tables down looking at you and minho. “are they looking?” he asked. you nodded. he smirked. “great, surely they’ll tell all their little friends,” he responded.
“hopefully,” you responded.
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“you’re dating who?!” hyunjin exclaimed. you quickly shushed him.
“not so loud jinnie, it’s still a library,” you replied, “plus i thought the rumor would have spread by now.”.
“i mean yeah, but i just assumed it was fake, y’know never took you as minho’s type,” he stated. you sighed.
“well, uh, i am so,” you said. hyunjin wrinkled his eye brows and leaned in.
“you’re totally fibbing,” hyunjin wh
“pshh what?” you stated loudly. you flushed at your sudden burst before clearing your throat, “i mean, what? why would i lie about that,” you said. hyunjin chuckled and crossed his arms.
“i don’t know maybe to convince the board you have a reason to stay at miroh,” hyunjin said flatly. you sighed.
“okay,” you admitted.
“seriously?” he asked. you nodded in shame.
“but look, it’s just until stay college can view my film,” you told him.
“now everything makes sense, the secrecy, the parties,” he started listing.
“look, but you can’t tell anyone, not even his friends know,” you explained. hyunjin zipped his lips.
“your secret is safe with me,” he stated. someone cleared their throat behind you and hyunjin, startling you both. you turned around and to your horror met eye contact with chaeryeong.
“woah! chaer! didn’t- uh, see you there!” you said nervously.
“i heard everything,” she said softly. you looked at hyunjin terrified.
“well, uh, y/n and i were just talking about a film she’s making right?” hyunjin lied. you nodded.
“and the film includes y/n fake dating minho?” she asked. you looked at her pleadingly.
“chaer look i can explain-”
“im not going to say anything, even if the other girls knew, we all know lia needs to get over him,” she stated.
“thank you thank you thank you!” you exclaimed.
“i actually came over to talk to you, like a friend maybe?” she asked. hyunjin looked at you warningly.
“why?” you asked.
“someone has to make sure lia doesn’t make your life a living hell, and you’re gonna need someone besides minho to have your back,” she said.
“i have her back!” hyunjin exclaimed.
“okay, but you’re a guy, she needs some girl advice,” chaeryeong said, “and you don’t exactly run with our crowd.”. hyunjin sighed.
“i suppose,” he replied dramatically.
“hyunjin you can’t ‘suppose’ things for me! but either way, what would you get out of this chaer?” you asked.
“nothing other than lia getting over minho and a cool new film friend,” she said. you thought about it, chaeryeong is a super nice girl. out of all of the girls she had the friendliest aura.
“alright,” you said.
before you knew it, you were back in jisung’s car with minho and his other friends. chaeryeong had given you a warning about this party earlier, so it was no surprise when you received the text from minho. this party seemed even crazier just from the outside. minho gripped your hand. “promise you won’t go drinking by yourself again,” minho said. you nodded.
“i won’t,” you replied.
“love birds come on!” changbin called. the house was trashed, and there were plenty of people dry humping and making out in clear sight. you don’t know when but at some point you stood there and stared at your surroundings, and it was then you realized you had lost minho. not only minho, but changbin, jisung, nor seungmin were nowhere to be found. you quickly took out your phone to text one of the four, but a familiar voice called to you.
“y/n? lee brought you along again?” chris said. you looked up at the familiar man. you nodded.
“yeah but haven’t the slightest clue where he went this time,” you said.
“he left a lady like you unattended?” he asked you.
“oh no! i uh, i actually left on accident and i-”
“relax, y/n, i was just messing with you,” chris told you. you chuckled nervously.
“right,” you said. chris gave you an endearing smile, which sent slight butterflies to your stomach.
“so, you know who hosting this party?” he asked you. you shook your head. “you’d be shocked to know this is mark lee’s place,” he said.
“mark lee still lives around here?” you asked.
“apparently, he invited me actually,” he added.
“he was probably shocked to see bang chan with an amazing build to,” you said. you then realized what you said. “oh my god did i just say that im so sorry-” chris laughed at your mess up.
“its alright, besides, nice to know you think i have a nice build,” chris flirted. okay so maybe you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with bang chan, or chris bang or whatever everyone called him. but it couldn’t hurt right? it’s not like you and minho were actually dating. but something about him was so…relaxing. he felt like someone you could spend time with and have meaningful conversations with you.
“y/n! there you are! we’re playing truth or dare in- oh, hello there bang,” minho said, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“truth or dare? what is this middle school?” you asked minho.
“pretty common at these parties, lee, you didn’t tell y/n about one of the traditions at mark lee’s parties?” chris asked minho.
“well i didn’t think it was that important, some of us have other priorities than just partying, bang,” minho replied.
“ouch you really think that lowly of me, lee?” chris said, putting his hand over his heart.
“actually, bang, i would like to know why you are talking to my girlfriend,” minho stated snarkely.
“okay so truth or dare why dont we just go babe!” you told minho, calming him down before he started something. minho wrapped an arm around you, before he turned the two of you away from chris. minho leaned into your ear.
“i wouldn’t hang around him much, y/n, not unless you’re with one of us,” minho told you.
“why he seems alright?” you replied confused.
“just take my word for it,” minho said. you sighed. soon you found yourself ina room surrounded by a mixture of people you’d met and not met, and of course lia and her friends were there. you made eye contact with chaeryeong and grinned. “alright why dont we get started,” minho announced to the room. you and minho took a seat next to each other on a couch.
“minho you didn’t tell me your lady was y/n,” mark lee said.
“hello to you again mark,” you replied.
“you know mark lee?” minho asked you. you nodded.
“don’t worry about it,” you stated. for once minho didn’t push for more info, and the game began. it was a typical drinking game with the occasional sexual request. honestly, it seemed everyone in the room had forgotten you’d existed until it got to mark.
“so y/n and minho, you two are an item, right?” mark asked.
“yes,” minho answered.
“but yet i’ve yet to see you two have any action like you and lia,” mark told minho.
“why should we have to?” minho asked.
“i’m just saying maybe you don’t like y/n that much,” mark stated. ouch. okay maybe you weren’t actually dating but that did tang your feelings a bit.
“mark, me and y/n are none of your business,” minho said.
“besides we don’t need to flaunt that we like each other to everyone,” you retorted.
“then why don’t you prove it?” mark asked.
“what? lee this is obviously ridiculous,” minho said.
“no i don’t think so,” lia added, “you and i had our fun didnt we?”. lia looked at you after saying this.
“y/n i dare you to get on minho’s lap and make out with him,” mark told you.
“mark why are you so obs-”
“alright,” you replied confidently. you got up from your seat before draping yourself on top of minho. you leaned your head in and touched his forehead. minho looked at you with shocked eyes.
“are you sure?” he wh you nodded, and as soon as you gave him permission, minho wrapped his arms around your shoulders and leaned in to kiss you. everyone in the roomed seemed to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ but honestly you drowned it out. minho took the lead, and even wrapped his arms around your waist. minho dominated you completely. unconsciously, you grinded against minho’s abdomen, feeling a surge of excitement down below. minho slowly pulled his face back. without realizing it you whispered softly:
“wow,”. suddenly you stood up and took your seat next to minho.
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finally the night seemed over, and minho was driving you home. “y/n, have you ever done that before?” he asked you.
“done what?” you asked back.
“you know…making out,” he stated. you blushed a little bit.
“um, no,” you replied. minho inhaled sharply.
“y/n…have you ever kissed anyone before?” he implored. you paused before answering.
“i uh well i-”
“don’t tell me i was your first kiss,” minho said.
“i won’t then,” you replied.
“y/n,” he said, “you could have said no.”.
“its okay! it was just a kiss right? i mean im not 15 anymore minho,” you told him. minho bit the inside of his cheek. you could tell something about this had bothered him. you weren’t so sure why, it’s not like minho had that much of a conscience anyway.
“well you also said at the begining of this no kissing,” he sreplied.
“we were in a circumstance where it was needed,” you said. honestly, you had forgotten there were rules to this arrangement. you didnt want to say it out loud, but you’d grown used to the arrangement. used to people calling you minho’s girlfriend, or vise versa depending on the person.
there was one rule that was bothering you. you’d never had sex. like period. masturbation, maybe, but you never really tried it. once you got home that night you tossed and turned, possibly trying to sleep, but you could only think about minho’s lips. you feel slightly ashamed to be having this naughty thoughts, secretly wishing minho would trace his hands down your body. and as you started to imagine, you found yourself copying these actions. minho using his lips to gentle kiss down your body until finally reaching your aching core and then- you heard a knock at your door. you got up, flushed a little from what you were about to do, and left your bedroom. you opened the door to see minho. “minho what are you doing here?” you asked him.
“i don’t think we should do this anymore,” he told you.
“wait what? why?” you asked.
“it’s gone too far,” he said, “you’re breaking the rules you set for my own gain, plus we’ve yet to do anything that will benefit you.”. you thought for a moment about what minho was saying.
“you promised me two months, the board hasn’t even changed their mind about my funds,” you stated, “plus if you want to do something for me, we can go to the film fair tomorrow, our school is hosting it.”.
“are you serious?!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“yeah it’s whatever, i can just uninvite hyunjin,” you said, “plus the head of the film department will be there, surely seeing us will make some sort of change.”. minho grinned.
“great,” he said.
you waiting for minho’s text saying he was outside the next day. the film fair was one of your favorite events of the year, before the whole holding back your funds thing. it was a great time to get feedback and other techniques from fellow directors. originally you were going to take hyunjin, you guys typically went every year, but you figured taking minho with you this one time would not be too big of a deal.
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you smiled at the message before stepping out and getting into his car. “is this outfit okay?” he asked you. you chuckled. “what?” he asked.
“it’s just here you are asking me if what you’re wearing is appropriate for a film fair,” you repleid.
“i’ve - uh, i’ve never been to one,” he admitted.
“obviously, stop being so nervous it’s just like going to a festival,” you assured him.
“hey don’t make fun of me!” he pouted.
“okay mr. popular, let’s get to the fair,” you said. the fair was as busy as ever, and a part of you was excited to just show minho around. you led him to the screening theatre, where you watched many films, but one in particular played that seemed to change the vibe between you two. film was art, and often directors and script writers include things from personal lives, what you weren’t expecting was for a sex scene to begin playing. minho glanced over at you, biting his lip slightly before turning back. you were incredibly focused on the camera angles and how the director was able to get a cinematic look at the scene, but minho could only be reminded of last night. he assumed you just didn’t noticed how much making out with you affected him, he fought back a lot of impulses to just pin you down right then and there. the thought of you unconsciously grinding against him desperately turned him on in a way he’d never been before. the thought of how unknowing you were when it came to relationships was attractive to minho in a way, it was almost like he could corrupt you by himself. “minho?” you called. minho shook his head from his thoughts.
“yeah?” he asked.
“i’m sorry, is this boring?” you replied.
“no! no! i was just spacing out, you know,” he answered. you got up and grabbed his hand.
“let’s go see other things! plus i need to make sure we’re seen by the other professors!” you exclaimed. minho nodded and gripped your hand back, following you. the two of you were walking around the festival until you were stopped by another student holding a camera.
“could i snap a photo of you two? it’s for the school’s newspaper,” the student requested. you turned your head towards minho who nodded that it was alright.
“sure!” you answered.
“alright now pose!” he told you and minho. you leaned your head towards minho as the picture was taken. “hmm, i'm not sure if this is the shot i’m looking for, could we maybe be a bit more romantic, like maybe a kiss or something?” he asked. you looked at minho nervously. minho saw your worried look.
“uh, maybe not,” he answered.
“c’mon! just a peck on the cheek?” the photographer asked.
“okay,” you answered, without really asking minho beforehand.
“alright now 3-” you closed your eyes, getting ready to give minho a peck on the cheek. “2-” you leaned in, “1!” expecting to feel minho’s cheek against your lips, instead you met minho’s lips. the two of you looked at each other with wide eyes before quickly pulling away from each other. “aww, now that’s a cute one! thanks you two!” the photographer said, quickly walking away from the two of you, probably so you couldn’t deny the picture being used.
“y/n- i’m so sor-”
“miss l/n!” a professor called. not just any professor, but your film super visor. dr. han was the main person in charge of whether or not you could get funds for your big film.
“oh hi there dr. han! fancy seeing you, the film advisor, at our local college film festival,” you said awkwardly, knowing he just witnessed you and minho’s accidental kiss a second ago.
“yes, fancy it is miss l/n..i was rather surprised you didn’t submit a film this time around,” dr. han commented. bullshit. he knows exactly why.
“oh i’m just saving up for film equipment!” you said. minho looked at dr. han and back at you. minho had only really heard rumors about dr. han and how strict and intimidating he is. he also could see through dr. han’s bullshit as well as you could. it was pretty obvious there was a hint of tension between you and the professor. and not the good, sexual, kind. the kind that was between him and chris kind of tension.
“and who’s this that you’re with?” dr. han asked.
“oh this is-”
“lee minho, y/n’s boyfriend! so night to meet you dr. han, y/n has told me so much about how you’ve helped her and her films!” minho interjected. dr. han looked at minho suspiciously.
“ah yes, mr. lee, i believe i’ve heard some students mention you two are new item,” the professor said to minho. minho didn’t like dr. han. he decided this right there. why would a professor be so invested in rumors around the college? minho put his arm around you and laughed awkwardly.
“yeah, i guess we have been pretty open about our relationship, right y/n?” minho asked you.
“yeah, sorry you had to see me in such a casual way professor,” you apologized.
“oh its no problem, students should be free to…express however they want,” dr. han said. there was an awkward silence that followed his sentence.
“well, minho and i have other film festival things to see, it was nice seeing you dr. han!” you said, taking minho’s arm off your shoulder, and grabbing it to walk away.
“that’s the ass that’s withholding your funds?” minho asked. you sighed.
“yeah, but he’s probably the one guy i have to get through to get my funds. so it’s priority that he knows we’re dating. thank you for the save,” you told him, “either way is there anything else you’d like to see, i come to this festival like every year so.”.
“what’s your favorite thing at this festival?” minho asked you. you thought about your answer for a bit.
“okay, its boring though,” you answered.
“i don’t care,” he said. you smiled, you realized you were still holding minho’s arm, and let go.
“okay follow me!” you exclaimed
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you took your id out of your bag, and used it against the photo lab’s door. “this isn’t apart of the festival,” minho commented.
“no, but since everyone is at the festival no one is gonna come in here, also it’s so much quieter in here,” you replied, opening the door to the dark room. the two of you walked in and minho let out a quiet ‘wow’. you looked at the slight red rays against minho’s face with a smile while he stood astonished at the room.
“what is this place?” he asked.
“dark room, it’s used to process film,” you answered. minho looked at all the processing images around him, before turning back to you. you walked over to a clear empty table, typically used to set your things down before doing anything else in the room. you pushed your self up before taking a seat. “i love this place, i mean i don’t think i’ve used it since freshman year, and since the first award winning film i made,” you said, “i’m sorry i’m talking too much aren’t i, i’ll just-”
“no no! i-,” minho started, “i like hearing what you like.”. minho stood in front of you, the two of you staring into each other's eyes. you hadn’t noticed it before, but his eyes were this almost black tone, which made the lights reflecting off of them look like mini stars. there was a silence between you two, it was comfortable though. minho brought a hand up to your cheek and rubbed his thumb against it.
“minho,” you called. he hummed, removing his hand, but you quickly reach for it to go back. his skin was incredibly soft for a college man, let alone one like minho who you assumed couldn’t have a skin routine. you rubbed your thumb across his hand before he put his forehead against yours.
“can i kiss you?” he whispered.
“please,” you answered. and for the first time, minho kissed you. not like for show, but really kissed you. this kiss felt different, it was definitely real, but it was also heavy. eventually this one kiss turned into another, and then another, until finally the two of you were making out. you spread your legs, allowing minho to stand between them as he continued kissing you. minho eventually moved from your lips to your neck, and the sudden contact made you let out a mewl. he pulled back.
“is this okay, y/n?” he asked.
“more than okay, please just- don’t stop,” you begged. minho smirked, hearing your request turned minho on more than he’d like to admit. his demeanor changed from an intimate one to a much darker, and sexier one. he began to suck on different parts of your neck, above your collarbone, under your jaw, your jaw line, really anywhere he could. “min please,” you said. he stopped kissing, and looked directly into your eyes. the once star filled eyes were full of determination and want.
“please what baby?” he asked. the low tone of his voice when he said the pet name sent electricity immediately down to your core.
“please more,” you said. minho chuckled as he reached for the hem of your shirt. you lifted our arms up, allowing him to easily take it off. he placed a kiss on your forehead.
“aww pretty baby, has anyone ever seen you like this?” he questioned. you shook your head. he pressed his lips on your chest, just above your breasts.
“no one, just you minnie,” you told him. he pampered your chest and collarbone area in kisses.
“you’re so innocent baby,” minho commented. you groaned at what he said. “what? am i wrong?” he joked with you. he then started kissing your stomach and lower abdomen. you could feel yourself getting hotter.
“minho please touch me,” you requested.
“touch you where?” he asked. you whined.
“you know where please,” you continued. he smirked, and grabbed your cheek.
“here?”, you shook your head, he moved his hand to your chest, “maybe here?”, you once again shook your head, and in response minho for once moved his hands to your inner thighs, “here baby?” but before you could answer, minho moved your skirt up and made contact with your clothed core, “is this where you want minnie to touch you?” he asked. you nodded. he chuckled again, and started rubbing gentle circles around your panties. “i bet you’ve thought about this,” he started, “you’ve touched yourself wishing it was my hand haven’t you, y/n.”. you nodded to minho’s statement. you subconsciously began to grind against his hand and minho brought his other hand to your shoulders. “patience baby, minnie will make you feel all sorts of good, you just need to wait,” he told you. you whined. he then moved his hands to the sides of your hip and gently pulled down your panties. “you’re so wet for me y/n,” he said, suddenly bringing a finger between the lips of your pussy. he rubbed up and down before circling your clit.
“min,” you moaned.
“what?” he asked.
“please put those inside of me please,” you begged. minho smiled.
“so demanding for someone who's never done this before,” he said.
“minho i need you please,” you told him. minho gentle moved the same finger circling your clit into your pussy. you moaned at the contact immediately, this felt way better than your own fingers. minho set a steady pace before his thumb began rubbing you clit. “fuck-” you let out.
“does it feel good baby?” he asked you.
“yes-s-so good,” you answered him.
“good girl, your hole is so tight, do you think it could take another finger?” he asked. you nodded urgently. minho added another finger, this time his movements speeding up. it was embarrassing to you, as you felt an oh too familiar knot form in your stomach. you instinctively began grinding against his hand. upon noticing this, he removed his hand from your pussy. he then put both fingers in his mouth and let them out with a pop. you whined at the sight.
“h-hey! why did you stop?” you asked.
“because i want to taste your cum first hand,” he answered. the statement sent shivers down your entire body. just his fingers alone had you cumming after mere minutes, the idea of his tongue exploring your entire private had your heart beating at a million miles a minute. minho wrapped his arms around your back, and pulled you forward on the table. he then leaned in and kissed you passionately,even sucking on your bottom lip before letting go. “are you ready?” he asked you. you nodded eagerly. minho then got on his knees and used his hands on your inner thighs to spread you out some more.”stay still for me baby,” he told you. you nodded. minho then dived straight into it, lapping your lower lips.he sucked on your clit,causing you let out an embarrassingly loud moan from how good it felt. minho’s tongue then entered your entrance, and licked our walls surrounding it. once again, it wasn’t long before you came on minho’s tongue.
“fuck minho oh my god i’m so sorry-”
“no don't apologize, that was so hot baby,” he assured you. he pulled your panties back up, and you grabbed his arm.
“minho please i want to make you feel good too,” you told him.
“y/n, you really don’t have to, i don’t want to take all your first time’s away from you,” he said. you used both your hands to grab his right hand.
“please minho, please let me suck your cock,” you begged.
“fuck y/n, you’re so intoxicating,” minho admitted. minho gently picked you up off of the table and made you stand against the table. he then unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped his zipper. you easily sunk down to be at level with his member, and pulled his boxers down releasing his erected cock. you looked back up at minho as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. “don’t look at me like that,” minho said to you.
“like what?” you asked.
“like you’re waiting for my permission,” he answered.
“no i’m not i just…i don’t really know what to do,” you admitted. minho brushed his hand through is hair.
“okay, i’ll teach you,” he told you, “first grab it with both your hands, but not too tight, okay baby?”. you nodded, and moved your hands accordingly. he hissed at the contact of your hands and his member. “now start moving back and forth,” he instructed. you then followed suit, starting at a slow but steady pace. minho let out a breathy moan. you movd you hands up and down minho’s shaft for a few moments before he lightly pushed you away.
“what happened?” you asked him.
“y/n…i’m sorry i can’t do this to you, not now at least,” he told you. you putted lightly.
“why not?” you replied.
“you need to have your first time with someone you actually like, not just someone like me,” he explained. he got up, zipped his pants before holding your right hand gesturing you to get up from your knees. “c’mon, let me drop you off,” he said. you shook your head.
“nah i uh, i’ll stay here a little while, you can go, i’ll catch a ride from hyunjin or the bus,” you added. he nodded.
“text me when you get home okay?” he asked. you nodded, and with that you watch minho leave you in the dark room, with all the processing photos there to watch minho walk away from you.
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by all accounts,everything that happened the day before felt wrong, but minho couldn’t quite understand why. he’d messed around with girls since he started college and felt nothing. he messed around with lia for a while and honestly, he wished he could feel guilt. but you were different. the thing about sex to minho is that it has lost all meaning to him. with you, it almost felt better, like there was some true feelings behind it. it scared him in a way. he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. sure he’s had girlfriends, and sure he’s had sex, but with you, he secretly hoped this fake dating thing could possibly be a forever thing. the truth is though, that he knows it has to end eventually. and he’s terrified that if anything more happened yesterday you’d turn into all the other girls he’d fucked. he’d get what he wanted from your body, and then you’d be uninterested, or worse he’d be uninterested. he liked the way his stomach felt when he saw you. he liked the way you talked passionately about films and their directors. he liked that you showed him a secret room that you went to for tranquility. he liked you. maybe even more than that, but he’d never voice that. not when he knows you don’t feel the same way. you would never like someone like minho. aside from your reputation of being a film director, those who had spoken to you could attest that you weren’t just someone that casually dated. infact he can’t remember if you’d even mentioned dating someone before. oh god. you haven’t dated before. minho is all you’ve ever known. and he knows he’s not the greatest option-
“hello, earth to minho?” jisung said. minho shook his head free of his thoughts.
“what were you talking about?” he asked his friend. jisung sighed.
“you’ve been like this all day, what’s going on?” jisung asked.
“oh nothing,” minho lied.
“is it something with y/n? i know you’re not used to these kinds of situations,” jisung told him. minho shook his head.
“no it’s nothing, really,” minho insisted, “just class work.”. jisung looked at minho, as if he knew minho was lying. jisung chose to move on from the topic knowing minho would probably not tell him anything more.
“well anyway, lia is hosting a party tonight, it’s gonna be a big deal, and she wanted me to tell you you were free to go,” jisung repeated.
“cool, i’ll tell y/n, she’ll love to experience something other than bang’s parties,” minho said.
“i don’t know, lia didn’t mention if you could bring y/n,” jisung replied.
“well i’m bringing her anyway,” minho stated. he opened his phone to text you, but he suddenly remembered his thoughts from earlier. in the past sending you a text was simple but now he’s self-aware of every word he uses to send you a message. he would start typing, only to have to retype the message.
you jumped at the sound of your text notification going off. you hate to admit it, but you’d been waiting all day for minho to text you. after last night's events you’ve had a lot of thoughts. to be honest your main concern was whether or not minho would end your deal. but you couldn’t end the deal, you’ve yet to receive an email about your funds and i mean that was totally the only reason. not because you feared the two of you would never talk again after the deal.
[minho: there’s a party at lia’s…are you good with going?
[y/n: yeah totally! what time would you pick me up?
[minho: probably 8ish
you glanced at the clock. it was 1, which meant you had 7 hours. 7 hours was enough time to talk to chaeryeong before hand.
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you were on your own. chaeryeong responded to your text saying she was cramming that night for a test tomorrow. minho and you entered together but he was quickly distracted by his friends and other party activities. “oh hey y/n,” a female voice called. you recognized the voice to be yeji’s, another one of lia’s friends that you’ve met before.
“uh, hi,” you answered.
“minho leave you lonely again?” she asked you.
“oh, no, i just prefer navigating these things on my own,” you lied. you couldn’t let these girls see that they were getting to you. you made a promise to yourself that you wouldn’t let that happen.
“you should join us, lia is having some select people to play some drinking games in her guest room, you should join,” she told you. your initial reaction was to say no, but the thought of pissing lia off was very appealing. you smiled.
“yeah lead the way,” you replied. yeji led you upstairs to the room this drinking game was being played. once you reached the room you immediately noticed that minho was nowhere to be found. everyone sat in a circle, a beer bottle in the center. you’ve seen enough movies to know what this is. someone spins the bottle and the two on the ends end up doing something. yeji handed you a shot glass.
“it’s fireball, trust me, this game is a lot more fun when you’re drunk,” she told you. she also appeared to have a shot, but she was waiting for you to drink yours. you were a tiny bit hesitent, but a shot surely couldn’t hurt? you quickly then took the shot. it was probably the grossest and strongest thing you’ve tasted, but after the unnecessary anxiety the past couple of days, you culdn’t lie that the rush of alchohol felt nice. yeji and you sat in the circle before another friend of their’s, yuna, was in th center.
“let’s stat the game shall we?” yuna asked. the room cheered as she set her hand on the empty beer bottle.
a couple rounds had passed, and by the grace of god, you had yet to go. you had learned that the punishment was for the two people on the ends of the bottle had to make out for at least a minute. you felt a little tipsy from the shot earlier, but nothing more. suddenly, lia appeared in the center and said, “seeing as it’s my party, i think i have a right to spin the bottle,”. you knew this could not be good. lia spun the bottle and as the bottle spun “mysteriously” her foot tapped the glass, leading you to be one of the players. “oops!” lia said. you looked up and met eyes with chris. oh thank god. you had made your way over to him, and boldly sat on his lap. it felt wrong. i mean it’s not like you and minho were really dating right? it’s not cheating right? but that didn’t matter. you were determined to prove lia wrong. about what, you didn’t know but this gme was now in your court.
“y/n you-”
“shh,” you cut chris off, “it’s just a game right?”. you smashed your lips against his, not quite sure how to make out you sort of tried sucking on chris’ bottom lip as minho sucked on yours merely 24 hours ago. tons of squeals, and ooo’s and ahh’s were heard until they abruptly ended by a dead silence. you broke the kiss only to see minho was right beside you, and suddenly he threw a hard punch at chris, pushing chris backwards.
“this is some stupid game, lia, grow the fuck up and get over it. i’m not leaving y/n. especially not for you. and bang, keep your hands to yourself and think twice before touching my girlfriend ever again.” minho stated coldly. minho grabbed your hand, sort of forcing you to stand up. “we’re leaving. let’s go, babe,” he said, leading you out of the room.
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the car ride back to your apartment was silent. you felt bad. you hadn’t thought it was personal, honestly, but you felt bad. minho put his car in park as he found a space at your apartments. “minho i-” you were quickly cut off by his lips pressed against yours. this kiss was very different from the warm and heavy from the day before, this one was needy and demanding. you kissed back, of course, and attempted to continue the kiss, but minho let go.
“god you are so insatiable, do you know that?” he told you, “do you know how badly it’s taking everything in me not to just devour you right here, right now.”.
“then do it,” you stated. minho sighed.
“i can’t,” he said.
“why not?”
“becuase it’s you..”
“what’s that supposed to mean? is there something wrong with me?”
“no and thats the problem!”
“i’m not following,”
“do i need to spell it out for you, y/n?”
“maybe?”
“i like you. like like you. this isn’t fake to me anymore.” he admitted. a silence flooded the car. he sighed and leaned his head against the head rest. “i like you, y/n, and you don’t have to feel the same way, we can end this now if you want. i broke my own damn rule,” he said. you wereat a loss of words. maybe because a boy has never confessed to you like this, hell a boy has never confessed to you. “i’m sor-”
“i mean the rule was that i can’t fall for you, not that you couldn’t fall for me,” you said. minho laughed.
“okay whatever, can you please say something back to my confession that’s serious,” he asked.
“oh, oh, i like you too minho. i guess i broke your rule,” you replied. minho chuckled.
“i think this is the most awkward confession i’ve experienced, now can i please kiss you, as your boyfriend?” he asked.
“i mean you were already-” minho cut you off with a hushed kiss. this kiss was like the first, warm, sweet, genuine. he tried to pull away, but you wrapped your arms around his neck. he began to kiss somewhat harsher, demandingly. you could feel yourself become aroused just by his kiss. minho let go.
“i need to have you, baby,” he said. you nodded and the two of you got out of his car. as soon as you were inside your apartment, minho pressed you against the door, pressing his lips against yours harsher than before. he grabbed both of your wrists and held them above your head as he continued to kiss you, eventually kiss your shoulders and your neck and underneath your jaw. “i need you to tell me you’re okay with this, because once i start i will not stop unless you say a safe word,” he told you.
“safe word?” you asked.
“its a word you’ll say if you’re ever uncomfortable and we need to stop,” he answered.
“bunny?” you said.
“perfect,” he replied, before undoing your pant buttons. he rubbed your core through your panties, and you let out a whimper. “what’s wrong baby?” he asked.
“i need you,” you said.
“fuck, y/n, you cannot just be saying that or else i’ll need to fuck you right here,” he replied. you whined at his statement. “what? is something wrong?” he asked, genuinely.
“no, nothing is wrong it’s just, you’re so hot,” you told him.
“such a desperate little baby, getting turned on just by my words,” he said, “i’m going to make you my little baby, you’d like that wouldn’t you? would you like to be minnie’s little cum whore?”. he then put his hand down your panties, rubbing his pointer finger over your clit.
“f-fuck,” you let out in a whisper.
“i know you like my fingers more than that, be loud for me baby,” minho instructed. suddenly he inserted two of his fingers into your core. he moved at a steady pace, one that wasn’t too fast or too slow. “god you’re so tight,” he commented to himself.
“m-min i-i’m-”
“don’t.” he told you, “trust me i can feel how tight you are, but tonight i want you cum on something else.”.
“wh-what?” you said. minho removed his fingers from your dripping cunt. minho picked you up and walked towards your bedroom. he sat you on the edge, took off your pants and panties, then, grabbing your thighs he pushed your core to his face and immediately began lapping at your pussy. you brought your hands down to grip minho’s locks as he went down on you. “minnie oh shit– that feels so good,” you said. he huffed against you as a response. suddenly, you felt fingers entering you again, this time at a much faster rate. you felt like this was cloud 9. nothing could feel better than this moment. “min- i-i can’t hold it anymore please,” you begged. minho suddenly pushed away, and ou whined at the loss of contact. he pulled down his pants and you could see his length through his boxers. it was practically begging to be freed. minho ran his fingers through his hair.
“do you have any condoms?” he asked you. you remembered you had a few in your drawer, some for safe keeping. minho walked towards your bed side drawer and took the condom out. he ripped it open and pulled down his boxers. his member sprung, and seemed to be slightly wet from his own pre-cum. he pumped himself a few times before he put on the condom. he then came back and leaned over you. “are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. you nodded your head. you took your right hand and gently held his cheek.
“more sure than i’ve ever been,” you answered. and with that, minho took your hand and held it, intertwining your hands.
“alright, now this may hurt a little baby, but i promise i’ll make you feel so good. please just say your safe word if you want to stop.”. you nodded. minho rubbed his member between your lips, using your wetness as lube. he then aligned himself to your opening, and slowly inserted himself in. you squeezed minho’s hand at the slightest pinch you felt from his cock entering you. minho slowly inserted himself inch by inch, until finally he bottomed out, causing him to let out a moan. “god your pussy is amazing, are you okay sweetheart?” he asked.
“yes minnie,” you started, you could feel yourself clench all of the sudden, “please move.”.
“of course, i’m gonna use this pussy as my personal pocket,” he answered you. he then brought himself out before entering again. minho began to thrust, each pump getting faster than the last. “g-god you’re tighter than i though, i could use your cunt all day,” he stated. you moaned at the thought causing minho to chuckle. “you like that huh? you want to be minnies little fuck toy?” he said.
“y-yes please, just, don’t stop this feels so good,” you managed to let out. minho began a steady pace, similar to his fingers that was in between fast and slow. “min i feel it-”
“thats alright baby, cum on my cock. show minnie how good you feel, my sweet.” he said. you felt yourself unravel, letting out some curses and versions of minhos name. it wasn’t too long before minho came as well, cumming inside of his condom.
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when you woke up, you felt the warmth of minho’s arms around you. he smirked. “goodmorning sweetheart,” he said. you yawned.
“have you been watching me sleep?” you asked.
“don’t ruin the moment!” he said, “i just wanted to look at my perfect girlfriend.”. you loved hearing that come out of his mouth, genuinely. you snuggled yourself into his chest.
“i could just lay with you all day,” you said.
“is that so?” he replied. you nodded.
“i’m being so serious,” you repled. minho ran his fingers through your hair.
“do you think you’ll get the funds to your film now?” he asked you.
“i’m not sure, not unless you released our sex tape publicly, but in that case it better not have been for free,” you answered. minho laughed, and you listened to the way his voice sounded with your ear pressed to his chest.
a/n: i hoped you enjoyed it!! <3 thankss for reading.
#minho#leeknow#leeminho#minhoskz#skz#straykids#minho smut#leeknow smut#skz smut#skz hard hours#straykids smut#leeknow x reader#minho x reader
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ok i was waiting until my laptop got here to finally tell all the bullshit thats happened in the last like. 5 months lol. cause its a lot to type
im gonna put it all under the cut so no one has to read if they dont want. its a LONG fucking story.
tl;dr:
ok so for basic background, for the last two years or so, i was living with a roommate in connecticut. the roommate was my (now former) best friend since middle school. in july of this year his behavior totally shifted, and he started picking fights with me out of nowhere, told our high school friends a bunch of straight up lies abt me to make me look like a horrible roommate & person, and just generally became a two-faced dickhead. in the end, it turned out to all be excuses to justify his decision to move out (unofficially, name was still on the lease) so that he could live with his boyfriends and not pay any bills. at the time i was really devastated by this bc i felt totally betrayed by this person i had been close to since i was 12/13, but frankly after everything else that happened i barely fucking think about it now LMAO. this is set dressing more than anything else
so anyway, i had been living alone since about august, that was the last time i saw him in person. i wasnt handling the situation well because i had spoken to my high school friend and found out the extent to which hed tried to paint me as a slovenly, horrible roommate, to the point of telling actual lies about really dumb stuff (which didnt work btw - my friends, god bless them, were more concerned about my mental health than anything and thought i was going down a depression spiral, which my former friend told them he was helping me through. they believed me right away once we finally did talk). all that is to say, i was going kind of crazy lol, and i decided to go back home in october just for a short while, to recharge my batteries and all.
i was gone for a couple of weeks, not very long. i felt MUCH better after being with my family & friends in person, as i felt pretty isolated from everyone (my hometown is in new york, i was only 2 hours away by train but scheduling times to visit was sort of a hassle, so i only did it once every couple months). my grandfather and mom dropped me off at my apartment in early november, we were very lighthearted and discussing my next steps, since my shithead friend had been behind on rent more than 5 times (i always paid my half on time) and i was facing eviction because of it. we get to my apartment, i go to open the door, and it wont open. not that its locked, it just straight up WONT open. my grandpa tried to ram the door with his shoulder, and nothing. hes a strong ass dude, and this door wouldnt budge for anything.
my mom managed to get the kitchen window open and climb in that way, and it took both her and my grandpa pulling/pushing at the same time to force the door open. i wont even dress this up: there was mold. fucking. everywhere. on the floor, on the walls, all over everything i owned. i have pictures (had to take them for insurance) and im not even going to show them because they are beyond fucking disgusting. everything i owned was soaked in water and mold, and i do literally mean EVERYTHING. it was very warm in there too, like the temperature of a swamp. i was in a haze after that. i just remember sobbing, like genuinely heartbroken sobbing, as i wandered around looking at everything that was ruined. my mom & grandpa had to go and get maintenance because i was just utterly useless, and they were equally horrified & said they'd never seen anything like it.
i managed to save some items that were irreplaceable (journals, notebooks, etc) and whatever clothes werent utterly soaked in mold. all of my cookware, my books, my laptop & desktop (i cried the hardest when i saw the desktop) - it was all ruined. we found out later that the water boiler in my apartment had a catastrophic failure while i was gone, which caused it to constantly send water back through the pipes, empty, and refill itself. my bedroom was directly above the boiler downstairs, so it got the most significant amount of damage. all told, i lost like 95% of the things i owned. it is possible that i could have saved more, but the amount of mold in that apartment made it a genuine safety hazard for me to even be in there, so i had very limited time to grab what i could. the cruelest irony of all that? my shithead ex-friend's room, which was on the other side of the hallway, was pretty much untouched. he lost absolutely nothing lol.
so immediately, i had to leave the state. i moved back to ny with my family. my mother - who had a stroke last year following a diagnosis of an exceedingly rare neurological disorder, AND had two separate brain surgeries to improve her quality of life - was in the process of getting evicted. the landlord didnt give a fuck about any of my moms situation, not her being disabled, not her being widowed, not her having 3 kids under the age of 18 to care for - he just wanted her out so he could increase the cost of rent on our house. at the same time as all this was going on, i got saddled with a $600 electric bill (likely caused by the water heater's malfunction), which neither insurance nor the apartment would pay, so it came out of my pocket. in addition, i found out in december that i was also getting laid off.
we had nowhere to go and couldnt afford to live anywhere in the tri-state area. we had no choice but to move somewhere much cheaper, and since my mom already had a friend living in a mid-atlantic state, we chose to move there. the eviction went through in january and we had less than 2 weeks to pack all our shit, find a place to live, and get the fuck out. needless to say, we were not successful lol.
we stayed in my grandparents 1 bedroom apartment for about a week, then all of us drove down together to stay with my moms friend in her 3 bedroom apartment (she has 5 kids, 3 of whom live in the apartment). my moms apartment, which was supposed to have been ready by january 31st, still had people actively living there. the property manager kept promising us it would be next week for the entire month of february, to the point that my mom got fed up and chose to rent a small house instead. the reality of being essentially homeless for that time was beyond horrifying, and having anywhere between 8-10 people in that house (my cousin also moved with us, but he stayed in a hotel for the first week) was more taxing than i can express.
but things have gotten a lot better since then. i also found a cute little house to rent just up the road from my moms, and its very cheap for its size. i still havent found a job yet, but thanks to what was essentially the liquidation of everything i owned, ill be ok for a couple months more. im slowly but surely repurchasing all the things i lost and trying to acclimate to the new environment. things are still not totally stable right now, but they are slowing down, and at this point thats all i can really ask for lol.
so yeah. if u were wondering why i suddenly stopped posting after literal years of posting every day, thats why LMAO
#dark lord saltine#ik this is a massive overshare but fuck it#lifes been fucking hard lol#i have legit been saying ''everything happens so much'' since this all kicked off lmao#its sort of the family motto at this point
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tagged by @iamfandomcrazy hii i love all ur fics ><
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE SMUTT YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO CAST YOUR EYES ON.
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just know that most of these are intrusive thoughts or the product of my spiraled madness, and short ideas. i won't be putting unfinished but posted fics since that would take too long. here it goes
*Visions; - a wyler fic where wednesday was freshly expelled from her former high school and started to have small and useless visions (its safe to assume its about Tyler, she mostly sees snippets of events)
Wulfric Thursday - a fic about wyler's son, he's the first child (that i most prob post on ao3 once Hyde The Past is done since the two are connected, i think i actually need someone with me to think of ideas and be crazy together its a little too much to take, a wide universe. There are 3 current chapters.)
Valentina Francoise - a fic about wyler's daughter, the younger sister (wont say much but she's the best and worst combination of her parents. there's only one chapter and its mostly notes.)
Girl Next Door - this fic was either tyler would be the new kid who moved into town or it was Wednesday. it was hard to decide but i think i settled with Wednesday. I don't know if this would come to life though, wish me luck. there are no chapters. yet.)
wyler tyler has a twin gemini - yep. the title speaks for itself lol. ( i wanted to do something like migi and dali or ayesha's secret, if you know the anime or manga, well you know *wink *wink)
wyler - sunflower - a fic where Tyler dies or it has an alternative story where he faked his death and goes to live in the Addams manor. God i was such in an angsty mood i wanted someone to die with me, and of course its my favorite white boy to write about)
Tyler Galpin - just a compilation of songs i was thinking of editing Tyler in.
Wyler PROMPT - just an unfinished prompt from a dc prompt where Tyler is Fran's and Vincent's son.
Wyler spies AU - again the title speaks for itself lol.
WYLER ITS OK NOT TO BE OK - if you know the kdrama then nice, but if you don't its basically Tyler would be a psych ward nurse or something like that and Wednesday is a children's book writer that sometimes visit hospitals to read her book.
HYDE THE PAST TYLER BOOTCAMP - my heart cries fir this fic. title speaks for itself. suppose to be a filler chapter.
WYLER DRABBLE - alice in the wonderland fic. its just an idea wont prob make the cut.
Wyler hays - just wyler smutt ><
Longing For draft - just a short fic where Tyler followed Wednesday to her house.
Wednesday Addams as Song Lyrics - songs id edit her with.
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These are just what's saved in my laptop. here's what's in my phone. i don't mind if you don't read this one lol.
wyler (1) - wednesday pospartum with her son.
Liar, liar - Tyler teasing Wednesday.
wyler (2) - Wednesday spit on Tyler's face and he uses it as lube.
wyler gender swap - there's one chapter.
its not always rainbows and butterflies - a short fic where Tyler attends nevermore and learning how to control the Hyde but in Wednesday's pov.
This is shit - wednesday denying her feelings for Tyler.
wyler (3) - Tyler has full control of his Hyde and pretends to be nice but Wednesday sees through him.
wyler (4) - (just wrote this 2am earlier lol) wednesday goes to yoga and mourns Kitty's death, has a mental breakdown while Tyler consoles her.
SORRY THAT WAS LONGER THAN I THOUGHT.
tagging @writerrose1998 @broken-everlark @nonamemanga @cosmic-lullaby @callmetippytumbles @tastethesetears @lovepoison9 @nouklea @diamantdog @lady-murderess @therulerofallpotatos
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can we get a list/short description of your chuuya AUs?? Bc I always see them everywhere on your page but idk what half of them are about 😅
Sorry it took me a good 7 years to answer
A COMPILED LIST OF EVERY EVERMORE AU
1) Yuuko au- I spent 8 years in suribachi and all i got was this lousy child
2) Cryptid au- Guy looks so much like his mother he ends up being murdered but comes back (spoiler alert it went badly)
3) High school au- Guy looks so much like his mother he ends up being murdered
4) Vampire au- Redhead born with rednecks gets red drawn from his neck and now works full time reddening peoples necks
5) God au- Evermore builds an entire world and story to make chuuya as naked as possible at every given moment and cover it up with "being for the plot"
6) Plant shop au-
7) Collage(idol) au- Chuuya wont end his contract properly because he likes going out with a bang, alternatively: dazai spends way too long wondering why his roomate kinda looks like that one idol who died on stage
8) Sky casino chuuya au- someone gave an 8 year old vodka and a card deck
9) DOA au- someone gave a 15 year old vodka and a cool mask
10) Scene kid au- Everyone is a whore
11) God+Vampire slayer au- Isekai plotline
12) Ability swap au- someon gave 15 year old chuuya vodka (In molotov cocktail format)
13) No Yuuko au- I spent 8 years in suribachi and all i got was this lousy partner
14) collage au 2 eletric boogaloo- Chuuya nakahara is 5 miles away
15) Nun Au- its just a cult
16) Pokemon au Red- I just wanted to give chuuya a lucario
17) Pokemon au Blue- i just wanted to send chuuya and lucario into a lab
18) Demon ability au- name explains it
19) Mermaid au- chuuya gets wet
20) Circus au- Lippmann turns chuuya into the worlds best actor (he runs away to the circus)
21) Elise au- Mori croaks and now its chuuya's issue
22) Chuuya stays with the sheep au- Nothing happy happens but at least verlaine is smiling
23) Ada au- chuuya becomes a medic
24) Demon/Coffee shop au- chuuya is a slut who makes potions and ruins lives
25) Chuuya is inside my laptop au- Lain
26) Dragon au- I spent 80000 years on earth and all i got was this lousy collar
27) Nyan bungou stray nekos au- only real story here
29) Botw au- MIWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Co-created au's
28) Small town au - @zombiemackerel
29) Hospital au- @zombiemackerel
30) Office loser dazai (x hot n sexy mafia exec chuuya) - @evilkaeya
Honarable mentions
Danganrompa au (Only existed so i could execute chuuya)
Vocaloid/Utauloid au (canon except they have vocasynth voices)
Evermore's chuuyai farm and factory
#i will properly explain if you ask nicely#bsd#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs#chuuyabsd#bungo stray dogs manga#chuuya#i love him#evermore answers#au asks#chuuya au#chuuya bsd
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(woah I forgot I had this blog.)
Ok so DHMIS COMMUNITY!!! I have a question for ya gays…
HOW DO YOU GAYS FEEL ABOUT ELECTRACEY X UNEMPLOYED BRENDON???
Ok it’s a weird rare pair BUT HEAR ME OUT
Brendon appeared in episode JOBS (which basically was the first episode in the tv series) and Electracey appeared in episode ELECTRICITY (which was the last episode in the tv series)
It’s also funny cuz they are VOICED BY THE SAME PERSON (Rebecca Sloan!!! Or Becky Sloan!!!)
Come on give me some slack I really love tall girlfriend x short boyfriend plus JUST UGHSGS YOU WONT UNDERSTAND UNTIL YOU SEE THE VISION
also like come on man like RAGSGHSTHEY WOULD LOOK SO FRICKING CUTE AND SHIZ LIKE ATSGHSHS
sorry for that but stillkuhhhh JUST LIKE IDK I THOUGHT OF IT AND IM INSANELY ATTACHED TO IT ARSGGSGSGS JUST SEE MY VISION
DHMIS community pls accept me. ( ；∀；)
Also if ur still reading this HEAD CANONS CUZ WHY NOT!! ヽ(^o^)丿
ELECTRACEY X UNEMPLOYED BRENDON HCS!!!
Basically tall sensitive cheery gf/bf x short easily pushed over brat-ish bf (tehehhe no one can stop me from shipping this) ψ(｀∇´)ψ
Maybe some teethrotting stuff so BEWARE!!!
Little warning: these have N$FW headcanons as well!!!
SFW HEADCANONS:
whenever Brendon feels a little more moody than usual, Electracey will literally SHOWER HIM with kisses (they always stop his bad days from becoming the WORST days)
Whenever Electracey has a bad day, Brendon always checks their batteries out and makes sure that they are replaced and safe ORRR if it isn’t the batteries that are the problem, he offers a blanket, snacks, a book, some silly straws for the drink, and gives them enough hugs and kisses while listening to why they’re having a bad day
Electracey is USUALLY the one giving the most presents while Brendon always feel bad for not being able to give that many presents to them (as he doesn’t have a job and usually asks for cash from his younger brother) so it’s basically kinda like this :
Electracey: “I got you a present honey!!!”
Brendon: “ah, what did you get me now…?”
Electracey: “so I got you the pants you always wanted, a brand new IPhone, a new car, a new laptop for your writings, a new PC set so we could play together, and a new tv, oh and I got you a a giant teddy bear! So… did you get me any gifts?”
*Brendon just looking down in shame as he just holds up a tiny bag*
*Electracey opens it and it’s a fricking small bear that he got from dollar tree*
Electracey: “. . .OMGGG!!! BABYYY I LOVE IT THANKKK YOUU AHHHHHH”
Sometimes Brendon gets scared that one day, Briefcases ‘charms’ and ‘looks’ will attract Electracey and make them leave him for his younger brother, but whenever that happens, Electracey will shake Brendon and kiss him EVERYWHERE until he gets convinced for the day that it won’t happen
When calling each other nicknames, Electracey calls Brendon “baby, honey, sugar, Brandy, and darling, and sir” while Brendon calls them “Elec, Tracey, honey pie, cutie, baby, mommy, ma’am, pookie, señorita, and hot big sweaty guardian alpha boyfriend”
Brendon always writes poetry and novels for Electracey or inspired by their relationship
Electracey always like to tease Brendon around by randomly twirling him around and starts slow dancing with him, grabbing onto his waist, wrist, and shoulders, purposely pulling him closer to their face and not kissing them until Brendon does it himself, and hugging Brendon from behind
They share their earbuds and listen to some funky jams
When they kiss it gives them a spark and it hurts A LITTLE BIT so basically like idk
Ok not really a relationship HC (kind of family HC) but Colin doesn’t actually approve of Brendon dating Electracey since he just sees him as a freeloader and just a bad boyfriend in general and maybe will never approve of him but that’s ok cuz they ALREADY FU-
N$FW HEADCANONS:
Electracey goes behind Brendon and puts their hand in his pants to rub his coin slot (TRANS BRENDON OK GIVE ME A BREAK)
Brendon normally puts his hand onto Electracey’s lap under a table whenever they’re having a dinner party or meeting family and uh… Electracey sometimes gets excited…
Electracey is normally on the top and Brendon’s on the bottom but they also swap sometimes
Sometimes they get a bit risky on where they do their thing… at (EXAMPLE: like at a Walmart family bathrooms or like in an alleyway)
Electracey is the one with the ding-a-ling while Brendon has the coin slot
Brendon normally whines, whimpers, and cries while Electracey moans, flicker, and groans (they both pant and breathe heavily)
Electracey ties him up sometimes
Sometimes when they both get in, it gives them a little spark tinkling feeling (it only hurts SOMETIMES)
PLS HEAR ME OUT THIS IS A GOOD SHIP TRUST ME PLS PLSSS PLSSSSS SPLSLSLSLLSLS PSLLSKLSLS PLSSSSS
(Also this is actually an old gif (I changed their designs a little so they EXACTLY look like this now))
#rarepair#dhmis#dhmis tv show#dhmis unemployed brendon#dhmis fandom#dhmis electricity#dhmis electracey#dhmis headcanons#dhmis jobs#dhmis ship#ship dynamics#dhmis shitpost#headcanon#don’t hug me i’m scared#dont hug me im scared#reblog pls
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henlo it is i the headcANON, here to go ramble about everyone's favourite little guy, casey. its insane to me just how much you've endeared me and many other tcoti fans to this silly fella
i can see casey going to a religious school (the only difference from a non religious school is you learn re but literally no one cares lol), most parents will try and send their kids there cause they are known for being better schools (they get more funding for extra lessons), and casey couldnt give less of a shit about it
i also think he wouldve went to an all boys school, he just sorts acts like he did lol
whilst in school my man would try and break every single dress code policy known to man, half of the time hed just show up in his pe clothes, the other time hed show up with no tie, no jacket, a coat and whatever else he could fet his hands on that he wasnt supposed to have (english schools have really strict dress codes, idk why its dumb)
he knows a small amount of spanish, in most british schools you are forced to do mfl (modern foreign languages) and its usually either french or spanish (you rarely have a choice to pick which you want to do), some will let you pick up german and even mandarin but thats usually at gcse level or as an extracurricular activity (which most kids are also forced to do). he isnt fluent in spanish, not by a long shot, but he definitely knows how to have a conversation, albeit very scripted and short. however, one thing he does understand is how to swear in spanish, and what it sounds like. i imagine him and his friends just looking it up on the laptops during class time, definitely to annoy their teacher.
so i have this image in my head that gray doesnt like swearing all that much (maybe fresh got to him lol), so he tends to swear in spanish or french because the british boy wont understand - alas he does
casey could not be arsed with most lessons because he didnt really care about getting a good education since he couldnt see all that bright of a future for himself, if one at all, but he was actually quite good at maths and history, even when he tried not to be
he has been shown on more than one occasion, undernovella, and whilst he was put off it due to it 1. being in spanish, and 2. the cast being played 99% by monsters, he actually really ended up enjoying it by the end
hes also been getting into anime and manga ("dude its like a comic book but even more brutal"), mostly shonen like one punch man and dragon ball, but he also really enjoyed sailor moon and doesnt want to admit to it, he liked the romance and friendship aspect of it, also pretty girls
he has always been into comic books, his favourite super heroes are deadpool and spiderman
before he met gray (properly), he mostly played shooter games (ones that were free or cheap), fortnite, valorant, and a pirated copy of fifa, because thats what guys play. if his past self saw his year 4 stardew valley save file, hed spontaneously combust
i think he also plays splatoon now, he mains the dualies because theyre cool, hed definitely be an inkling as well but thats an au for another day
zelda too
despite everything thats happened, he really did grow to love his last foster mum, she was a single lady and she treated him like her own son. hes had bad experiences with the foster care system in the past (breaking news: fork found in kitchen), parents only taking him in for the money, some wanting to complete their family and forcing him to live by their ideals, all that bad stuff, which is why he often ran away from them. he had run away from his last foster mum, two times before, but it was very early into their relationship before they got to understand each other better.
his last foster mum asked him what his hobbies were his first night at her house, he didnt know, so she suggested he pick up an instrument - he decided the guitar, because it looked cool. he almost cried when she offered to buy him lessons, he didnt take her up on the offer, determined to learn it by himself, and he did
he has a really nice singing voice he'll never let anyone see - hes a lyric baritone
also whilst in canon hes a brummie, i like to imagine he was born a bit further north (hes a mackem to me), and moved to birmingham to be with his most recent and last foster parent, and that he lived there for so long thats hes picked up the accent
he felt really bad leaving her but managed to convincr himself that she would be better off without someone like him in her life
casey is a very traumatised child, he has a lot of triggers and boundaries he doesnt fully understand himself, plus a boat load of unhealthy coping mechanisms (mainly smoking and socially isolating himself)
he tries to keep his bad habits a secret from gray, because he doesnt know how he would feel about it - he knows, he doesnt like it but he isnt exaclty the greatest at having healthy coping mechanisms himself, at the very least he tries to get him to swap one for another, instead of smoking play stardew valley with me for 37 hours straight :) ?
he often struggles with the idea that hes a burden, so he doesnt let people spend money on him, or give him gifts
he also struggles to express his emotions (hes british unfortunately), and has a hard time saying 'i love you' to anyone, the only person he never strugfled saying that to was his mum
bit of a trigger warning, im going to be talking about casey's injuries and all that jazz, so if you dont wanna read, head to the next bullet point! casey shouldnt be alive, the injuries he suffered were severe, the paramedics were convicned he was a lost cause (still they have to do everything they can), so it was a shock to all when he pulled through. this was, however, not without a bit of a battle, and it left permanent effects on his health. casey's lungs are horribly scarred (smoke inhalation will do that to you), and it doesnt help that he smoked before and after. his nerves on the left side of his body where the support beam collapsed on him, are quite literally fried. where it hit directly, he cannot feel anything there, the areas that were dames by the fire however are unbelievably sensitive and painful to the touch. even after the scar healed it stills remains sensitive, so he bandages up those areas. the beam also broke and bruised a lot of his bones, mostly his ribs and the bones in his arms. his left ear is also burnt, and a portion of it, mostly the tips of it, are straight up missing. after recovering from the initial injury, he had a skin graft taken from his right thigh to supplement the damage done to the left side of his face. for a while after he had to take a lot of pain meds, and undergo a ton of therapy both mental and physical - even still hes not fully healed
casey loves animals, particularly dogs. his last foster mother had a german shepherd, and he used to let it sleep on his bed. it made him feel safe and loved. dogs and cats also just like to come up to him on the street, bros a disney princess for real
beefed with paperjam for a while, both had a lack of trust in each other, but they got to be on equal ground after a while, that didnt last long, not since after chapter 31..
hes fighting demons (bisexuality)
ever since he met gray and by extension his wack ass family, hes grown more and more accustomed to monster culture, particularly their disregard for gender norms and compulsive heterosexuality, and hes been experimenting with his gender expression, he never thought hed actually enjoy dressing in pink or taking care of his hair. he tried painting his nails, but did not have the patience to let them dry, he still sometimes wears it, albeit chipped and blotchy, but he thinks it suits him
he has always been fine with being labelled a man, but sometimes he doesnt feel as though it fits him, not entirely, hes not sure what his gender is because sometimes male really does fit him, but other times he just wants to throw the whole concept of gender away, hes stuck with unlabelled for a while and feels as though it somewhat fits him
he once buzzed his hair cause all the guys in his school did for whatever reason, he cried for several hours afterwards and got nicknamed sampson for a week, biggest mistake of his life - bro experienced dysphoria for the first time in his life
celebrates gyftmas because its way cooler than christmas (I NEED A GRACEY GYFTMAS ONESHOT ASAP), he celebrates the majority of monster holidays since everyone (1 to 2 people at max lmao) in the house he currently lives in does too. is confused as to what monster halloween is supposed to be
likes going out with gray (which is once in a blue moon), his favourite spot is waterfall, but he also really likes snowden and hotland
- headcANON
Holy shit HEADCANON I AM EATING SO WELL
Also I hope you don’t mind me tagging @ottererpop because they’re a Casey enthusiast as well and they must see all of this solid gold.
I Must respond to some of these AAA
- I talked with multiple people about how Casey is ABSOLUTELY breaking every dress code he possibly can. Like he would come to school in the bare minimum to not get expelled but his “uniform” would just be wrinkled to hell and his tie would just hang around his neck completely untied
- Casey is genuinely intelligent and if he actually tried in school he would do really well. However he’s a massive shithead and doesn’t care because of how depressed he is
- I do have a very specific speech pattern and tone of voice for him in my head but I’m not sure exactly how to write it. Also about him being from Birmingham - he’s not really from the main city itself but more generally around that area, so he very well could lived farther north and end up closer to the main city has he went to live with foster parents. Im purposefully avoiding getting too detailed with exact places and cities because then it just becomes hyper-specific.
- he absolutely would love undernovella - he love sitcoms so he would adore those over-dramatic plot twists
- He and his current foster mom (before he left ofc) have a tolerable relationship. She was often gone from the house and left him to his own devices, so he would mostly just skip school and play games on his computer all day, which did annoy her significantly.
- his smoking is partially a coping mechanism, partially a peer pressure “cool guy” thing that he picked up, and partially something that could very subtlety equate to self-harm. I could get into a whole thing about his smoking habits. He doesn’t smoke that often, but it is definitely something he tries to hide from Gray. Or at least not make it obvious. Like I said recently PJ has caught him smoking cigs over the kitchen sink while Gray’s been asleep.
- you are correct in your assumption that he doesn’t feel anything on the part of his torso that was severely burnt.
- I’m sure he has shaved all his hair off at some point. In the past he for-sure had one of those haircuts that’s short and buzzed all on the sides but long on the top, or at least buzzed in the back.
- gray’s family and the entire omega timeline being extremely unlabeled when it comes to gender and sexuality, like it’s not a big deal in the slightest, is definitely a massive change for Casey and he struggles to understand it. He’s grown up in an environment where he’s constantly felt like he has to prove how tough and unfeeling he is in order to get ahead. That’s why he’s so embarrassed of his severe sweet tooth, because he’s scared it comes across as “girly”. He’s by no means sexist but he definitely is over-anxious about not being perceived as “weak”.
- I’m sure he would absolutely adore waterfall :)
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i made a post a bit ago before the reddit black out even happened, talking about how many AI written articles i find when searching for answers on stuff- usually things a little more specific (questions for video games, tech, everyday things but more specific to you, etc. not just "what city is this state in"). its bad- i basically get that or i get reddit threads when i google. and before the reddit black out, i hadnt thought too much about how those AI threads would be.... the only thing left behind if i didnt have reddit. still i watched the reddit black out live, i watched /r/funny go private at midnight. and yet it didnt really hit the importance of reddit until i went on the next day looking for help on a mac laptop i was restoring and realized all the reddits i checked were private. needing mod help for my server, all private. searching reddit for a game i couldnt remember, private.
theres a lot on the internet that needs to be preserved, kept alive, kept relevant. over and over i see people reminisce on old forums and how theyre gone and be brought back- and i think no ones follows through with the format because places like reddit at least fulfill that to some extent. staying with the mainstream is easier and its understandable, bc its relevant and trying to start up your little forum and advertise it isnt easy. Reddit being mainstream becomes the useful google option for a niche forum subject without being a lone forum you probably wont find in typical google search.
and now Reddit isn't available. the most mainstream iteration of those lovely little forums of discussion and support is not available. does it hit now? does it sink in now how bad this is? the past year- maybe even less than a year- has been so so chaotic and bad for the internet. instagram starting turning into tiktok a while back with its changes to feed and format. youtube has slowly followed suit with forcing short's as more relevant for creators than normal videos. twitter did... well, all of That, a lot of Things. Reddit goes along to make their API paid for. Discord turning to the methods on social media, with username changes and more. tumblr is also shifting so much of their entire deal, i think you should all be prepared for tumblr to become unrecognizable too because theres many hints of it happening- some already here.
when i made my personal website over a year ago, it was partially fun but it was a statement for myself too. it was recognition that social media had become unhealthy for me, and i didnt like how it was The thing that existed now, and that bigs corps suddenly taking more and more control of the web was bad and not something i wanted to be stuck with. but suddenly its not just a gentle step to the side i have taken, still knowing i can be on social media to see my friends and build an audience. but now it feels more like all the walls are crumbling around me, and soon i will have no choice but to jump ship entirely. i went from one, to the other, to tumblr where i had always been- the one site that stuck out from the others at least. had an 'old' format. in many ways you need social media.... because its how you made your friends, its how you stay in touch, its how communities get built these days!!
we can try to move back to the independent, the personal sites, the forums, but we all know its not easy. thats truth. its not going to spread as far as we'd hope, many will not follow suit or not know they can. i can only imagine all the old, tech unaware people who will continue to use the internet, never realizing why they struggle to get info or unknowingly follow nonsense AI articles, and have no idea that anything exists outside of the bubble theyre forced into. Not even the old people, but the young generations that will grow into that too and not get out of it.
im just waiting for the mainstream internet to just become entirely unusable from our perspective and its dreadful to me. trying not to be a doomer but i dont think its something you cant ignore when something as simple as googling slightly more specific questions brings nothing but AI nonsense articles or reddit posts and when one of those massive and only relevant sources is down, there is suddenly nothing.
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The Reapers Revenge: Special Announcement. What's Going On?
I want to start by saying that I'm pretty sure that a lot of you are upset with me because WHERE THE HELL HAVE I BEEN? right? I don't blame any of you if you are. So firstly let me give you my deepest apology for my long absence.
I wont bore you with too many details of why Ive been gone for so long but the short story is I've been dealing with a lot of financial troubles which forced me to have to pick up multiple jobs, I've had a lot of personal issues pertaining to a death in my family that really took a toll. And to top it off at the time when I was in the middle of writing TRR my laptop had broken and a lot of my files, notes, chapter drafts got "lost in the flames" so to speak. I was able to get a new one and recover some files so all was not lost but it basically forced me to have to go back and rewrite key points, important plot lines, etc. It was a mess. Especially with TRR being the most intricate because this is honestly the biggest story of the three, with the most plot lines, plot twists, battles, characters. There's just so much it's a bit overwhelming Im not going to lie. So it's important that this finale is just it's absolute best and just right.
And I know all of you who have been reading and waiting patiently REALLY want to know how this trilogy ends and I'm REALLY excited to share it with you. So long story short,
I HAVE RETURNED. IM BACK IN THE WRITING STUDIO. IM WRITING THE REAPERS REVENGE. I cant give you a specific date when they will start dropping again but I am working on them as we speak.
TRR has three big story arcs that I have to finish mapping out first and once that's done I can really get the momentum going again.
Once again I apologize for being away so long you all have a right to be angry. and if you're still there, I'm going to finish the story. If not I understand as well. I know its been frustrating and I've been frustrated with myself. But Im here now and I'm going to keep on writing.
Have a great day everyone.
#oitnb#vauseman#piper chapman#alex vause#oitnb fanfiction#fanfiction#thespiderandthewasp#thepoolofsouls#thereapersrevenge
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I hope you're having a good (I don't want to guess if it's day or night time…) Mr. Day0walker, I am here today to confess myself, something that's been rumbling in my head like a disease without cure, annoying me as the constant noises of a 'construction in progress' near your house for days wishing for it to stop.
(A little pause to create drama)
I currently have a huge crush on Dr. Nick, yes… your own Original Character, and I can't stress enough how down bad I am for him… I need more of your handsome creation, even if it's just a little (or various) random facts about him that'll save me from this hellish of a world I am living at this moment. LIKE– could we (I don't like to assume I'm the only one, so…) get a short description of Nick? It can contain anything you would like to the public to know, I'm not picky after all. Thanks in advance, your writing quickly became the daily water I have in the morning, I can't imagine my life without it.
Sincerely yours, Anon of the bunch. (Kiss mark with red lipstick) 💋
PS: I'm too scared to ask this even though I'm going Anonymous but, consider writing a little hot scene for Nick (Dr. Nick f!Reader) You don't need to put too much thought to it, but I'm dead serious when I say I would beg you right here on my knees if that makes you change your mind. Agh I don't want to make this longer for you ;; xo
oh my god anon I know you sent this last night but I simply had to wait to be on my laptop for this one HAHAH
You're an absolute doll I love you for this. I can't believe anyone would like a character I CREATED this much!!! It's one thing to have people enjoy your fanfiction, but another to enjoy a original character. That's just a really special feeling.
I'll put this under a read more in case it gets....lengthy
Okay as far as a description for Nick, I genuinely think he looks pretty spot on for Mads Mikkelsen.
He's 6'2'' so he's quite tall. But he rounds his shoulders a lot and always looks a little tired. So it's not necessarily so much an intimidating height; like sure he's big, but he also looks so worn down. Kinda makes you wanna hug him--but his face is also constantly flat and nearly expressionless so that probably radiates "don't hug me".
Also Nick was tortured (a lot) so his torso has burn marks, as well as cuts along his side, thigh and upper rib cage area. He's missing the last two fingernails on his left hand (because they were removed, nasty business). But he takes care of himself, so he's also got a fair bit of muscle tone. He's not Built, but he's very strong, so he has nice biceps and muscular thighs. He has no piercings or tattoos (and does not like them).
Not to make him sound even MORE alluring, but he definitely has a great smell to him. He's a very clean guy and probably uses an expensive cologne. He smokes, so there's the underlying nicotine scent to him, but if you're into it, then it's probably even more alluring.
Also some fun Nick facts
He is 55 !!! He's old!!! Don't be too thirsty, his knees and lower back hurt all the time.
He's French but he can, if needed, completely erase his accent and fake American very well. He's a chameleon like that. But when he's comfortable, his accent is thicker, and he'll pepper in French here and there. Also BIG on French pet names.
Incredibly materialistic and has a BIG KINK for buying women Things. Lingerie sets, heels, clothes (nsfw things too). He's so into women in heels it's like calm down!! I'm batting him with a broom!!
Does not like movies. Literally cannot sit through them. Finds acting cringe. Cannot help but pick out inaccuracies every time he sees them. Groans like an old, tired man whenever someone makes him watch one. Will fall asleep.
This man has killed people and will definitely kill people again. Murderous little bastard.
Okay I could keep going but this is so long already my God.
Anyway anon thank you sm for your interest in him!!! I can't lie, I probably wont write Nick x Reader because well....that would feel remarkably like sleeping with my own character LMAO
That being said, for fun I do write onshots featuring him for my friend DJ and their character Adler (@darkworkcourier my life revolves around Adler like she's the fuckING SUN and I'm a little planet orbiting it) and I might post works of them together on my main blog instead of my private if people really like Nick that much LOL
Kisses u kisses u kisses u
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Dano!Riddler x gn reader (afab) smut
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Sub!Riddler, Dom!Reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, overstimulation, choking, biting, degrading, crying, slapping, almost getting caught, hair pulling, edging, orgasm denial, begging, rough sex
"Watcha doin'?" You ask your boyfriend, kissing the top of his head and running your hand through his soft hair
"Sharpening my knives" he answers
"I have a zoom meeting in 10 minutes, don't disturb me." You tell him, he giggles but then quickly nods to avoid your questioning expression
"I'm serious Edward," you yank his hair back so he looks up at you "my boss and all my coworkers will be on this call"
"I wont do anything" he smiles up at you, leaning against your hand tangled in his hair "promise" he says. Little did you know his fingers were crossed under the table
You kiss his forehead, letting his hair go and watching for a few seconds as he continues to work with his knives
Your 'office' was just a desk in the corner of your shared bedroom. You closed the door and set up your laptop. You didn't mind video calls with your coworkers, mostly because you didn't have to leave your apartment or wear pants. You click the invite and force a smile when you see your entire work crew smiling back at you
"Alright, looks like everyone's here so we can begin!" Your boss, Anthony says "So as you all know, we've been really backed up due to having to fire several people. I found a few new people who could potentially replace them"
You hear the door open and you see Eddie walking in through your peripheral vision, your head immediately snapping towards him. You make a shooing motion off camera but he just smirks
"Y/n?" Your boss asks, bringing your attention back to the computer in front of you "Will that work for you?"
"I'm sorry what, can you repeat that" you let out a nervous chuckle "my stupid laptop kept cutting out" you lie
"I asked if you'd be able to train one of our new hires?" He says
You click your tongue, about to respond when you feel movement beneath your desk, looking down to see Eddie on his knees "umm" you force your gaze back up "Yes that should be fine"
"Okay great" he says, starting to talk to someone else
Edward rests his head on your thighs, toying with the hem of your panties, you gently kick him away but he doesn't budge, instead he begins to place soft kisses to your thighs, your hand comes down to push his head away but he grabs your wrist, kissing your palm and then each individual finger
He starts to push your panties to the side "Edward stop! I'm on a zoom meeting!" You shout without thinking, hiding your face from the rising blush before quickly trying to cover for yourself "Sorry" you force a chuckle "my dog won't stop licking my leg"
"you named your dog Edward?" You coworker Tori asked
"uh no, his name is umm" you think for a second "sparky, but it's Edward for short"
Everyone gives you the same odd look and you just smile "Anyways, go on with your sentence, Anthony"
You can tell Eddie's stifling a giggle, continuing his kisses. He would never, NEVER disobey your orders like this but because you can't just straight up make him leave without inadvertently telling everyone you work with that your boyfriend's face is buried in your thighs. That's the only reason he would ever dare to pull a little stunt like this, he knows the second you click 'end call' he'll be punished, but he's going to have fun until then
Pushing your panties to the side again, his finger swipes through your folds and you cover your mouth with your hand, trying your best to make it look like your just resting your head on your hand
"So Kaylee will be trained by Tori, and Aiden will be trained by Y/n," You open your eyes hearing your name "Correct?"
"yep!" You say, your voice sounding more hoarse than you thought it would
Edwards tongue circles your clit and you jump, Tori, nosy little bitch, notices. "Everything alright Y/n?" She says, sounding smug like she just caught you red handed
You nod "My dog scratched my foot"
"Your dog seems to be quite the trouble maker. Perhaps you should invest in a trainer?" Your other coworker suggests
"I'm actually training him myself." You swat at his head "Clearly he just never learns"
Carmen giggles "He'll get the hang of it"
You feel Edward begin to rut against your calf, his abuse on your cunt briefly pausing before quickly resuming, his lips attaching around your clit while his middle finger slides down and toys with your entrance, you have to bite your lip to keep you from moaning out. Your coworkers definitely notice the way you shift uncomfortably
"You sure you're alright?" Tori asks again, sounding more genuine this time
"I don't know, I think I might've eaten something bad" you lie, hiding you face in your hands
She frowns and you jump feeling Edward plunge his finger into you, his tongue still working its magic, he curls his finger up and you have to entirely turn your head away from the camera, he adds a finger, scissoring and curling them while he laps at your cunt. You bury your head in your arms, chewing on your lip. You feel your release nearing and as embarrassing as it is, you don't really want him to stop. The thrill of possibly getting caught is just adding to your arousal even though logically if you were to be revealed you'd probably be fired on the spot. He knows exactly what to do and how to do it to make you scream and he's using it all to his advantage right now, expertly unraveling you on his mouth. Your hand reaches under the desk to push his face against you harder while you try to subtly grind your hips on him
"Well I think we've gone over everything we needed to, so as much as I hate to end our little conversation, I believe our times up" Anthony says and you let out a quiet sigh of relief
"Alright! Bye, everyone" you quickly say, clicking 'end call', slamming your laptop shut and letting out a moan, finally able to react to his actions. He curls his fingers up one more time and your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him, your release spilling from you and he happily drinks it up
As soon as you can breath normally again you push your chair out, standing up and watching as Eddie has to catch himself from falling forward. He looks up at you with the most innocent eyes. You reach down, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to his feet
"What the fuck did I tell you?" You shout "One thing, just one thing! Don't disturb me!"
He smirks "You didn't even get caught"
You look at him in disbelief, releasing his hair and shoving him onto the bed, pacing back and forth as he watches you
"What if I had gotten caught, huh?" You shout "I would've gotten fired!"
"You didn't seem to mind when you were grinding against my face" he says smugly
"God your infuriating." You say, connecting your lips in a harsh kiss, your hand finding his throat to restrict his air flow. "You wanna act like a whore, I'll treat you like a whore."
He moans at your harsh words, now fully hard as he ruts against your thigh
"Strip." You order him and he quickly obeys, fumbling with the zipper on his pants then ripping his shirt over his head, you chuckle in a mocking way at how desperate he is. Once he's fully unclothed you straddle him, reaching between your bodies to stroke his leaking cock, your thumb rubbing over the slit and he bucks up into your hand. He starts to remove your shirt but you swat his hands away
"Undressing me is a privilege you haven't earned." You hiss and he gives you a sad look, his head rolling back at the feeling of your hand jerking him, he tries to lean up to catch your lips but you lean back, making him whine
He thrusts up into your fist and you smile, your lips connecting to his neck, biting hard and he gasps, his hands gripping your hips. You suck hickeys into the soft flesh behind his ear, your hand coming up to pull his hair to make his head lean to the side to give you access to more of his neck
"Please, 'm so close" he whimpers
"Yeah?" You ask and he nods frantically, his hips bucking up, so desperate for a release "how bad do you want it, baby?"
He lets out ragged, throaty breaths "so bad!"
Right as he's about to reach his release you let go of him, backing off entirely. His eyes snapping open to see you climbing off him, he desperately grabs at your hands, trying to bring them back to his throbbing cock "Please, please!" He whispers making you chuckle meanly
"Maybe next time you'll think before you disobey me and act like a slut." You hiss
"yes, won't do it ever again, promise!" He stammered
You reach down, taking his cock in your hand once again and he gasps, his breathing ragged and throaty. You snake your other hand around his throat, cutting off his oxygen as his eyes roll back and he lets out a loud, uncontrolled moan. His orgasm back where it was, so close to spilling over the edge
"I don't believe you" you whisper in his ear, pulling your hand from him again and he nearly sobs
"please, please!! I swear, I promise!" He begs, his hands reaching to grab whatever part of you he can reach as tears drip from eyes due to frustration. You almost feel bad, but he knew what would happen when he decided to disobey you
You kiss the tears on his cheeks, your hands moving to cradle his face. He leans up to connect your lips again, this time you let him, the kiss sloppy and desperate. He removes your shirt, then your bra and his cock twitches. You decide to show some mercy, taking his now red and angry dick into your hand, lining him up with your own dripping entrance, sinking down onto him
His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against him, his face buried in your neck as he bottoms out inside you "thank you, thank you" he mumbles, his lips connecting to your collarbone kissing and sucking marks
You slowly lift yourself up before sinking back down, his head rolls back, you repeat the action, gaining speed and finding a rhythm that has your own eyes rolling
You kiss the flesh behind his ear before whispering, "Your my whore" He moans, you feel him twitch inside you "say it." You plead
"I'm your whore" he admits "all yours"
"good boy, you're my good slut" you growl and he nods, his hips thrusting up in time with yours. He's so close, you should make him wait again but you're close too. The coil in your lower belly is so close to bubbling over
"hit me" he breathes out, your eyes fluttering open to see him completely blissed out. You're not sure if he really meant it until he speaks again "please"
You raise your hand, still bouncing on him while you slap him right across the face. You feel him twitch inside you. You're about to go absolutely feral over the way he moans out, the side of his face you hit slighty red
"again," He pleads "harder."
You give in to his request, hitting him harder than before, his head rolls back as he cums hard inside you. You bounce on him faster, your legs burning from the repetitive motion. You're so close, your hand reaching between your bodies to rub circles around your clit
"please" he breathes out, "'s too much" You open your eyes to see tears once again rolling down his cheeks, he's so overstimulated from his own release, he needs a break but your almost there
"I'm so close, you can take it, baby." You moan. His head falls to the crook of your neck, choking back sobs, so overwhelmed. His nails scratching down your back leaving deep red, burning marks that send you flying over the edge and you cum with a scream, clenching around him a few times before pulling off of him
He lays back with a plop and you place a kiss to his tummy, right below his belly button making him jump. His whole body is exhausted, shaky and sweaty, you leave the room to draw a bubble bath for the two of you, despite your own tiredness and shaky legs
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Just as I sat down to continue working on the ask blog lore I get a little visit from the ao3 author luck fairies and my laptop refuses to turn on
It turned on earlier after a bit of button pressing but i sat there for 15 minutes pushing the on button for long times short times rapid times put the charger in put it out disconnected everything connected everything gave it a pep talk stared at it for a good 30 seconds and NOTHING
I can’t let this happen NOW OF ALL TIMES NOT ONLY DO I HAVE ASK BLOG SHIT I HAVE AP ART SHIT TO DO TOO HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IT NOW my school laptop is even shitter it can’t handle photoshop and crashes and lags if i even dare go beyond 300 pixels x 300 pixels and i cant download medibang cause i need the administrator code so im screwed there
I dont even think we have the budget to go and buy a new laptop rn and my aunt isn’t around to give me hers as a hand me down like my current one and buy herself a new one with her big girl money so we’re triple screwed
So many medibang files lost if this things dies rn. And also imma have to buy minecraft AGAIN so this is just perfect. Luckily thats the only blow major blow the rest are fine ill live without my 5 krita files and hopefully roblox will save my studio files and if not well there is already a better hetalia roblox game anyway, and like sure my hetalia x danganronpa rpgmaker game will be lost to time but i never finished it and it was shit so it doesn’t matter anyway. Everything else i either sent to friends or is for the best it dies and fades away with the sands of time
TLDR; We’re royally fucked laptop wont turn on and it has everything i need for the ask blog and also school shit and dont have the time/money to get a new one right now
#localgardenweed#the weed is rambling#guys if i sold feet pics do you think i can buy a new laptop /j#i have my head in my handa sobbing and wailing rn#JUST KILL ME NOW GOD WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
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c’est ça l’amour | l.n
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chapter 6
Sydney was sitting on a plane, her frame positioned awkwardly in the first class seat. She never knew whether it was classier to act as if it was a completely normal place for her to be, or if she should soak up the luxury. In between Monaco and Baku she was being flown to London to do an interview and photoshoot for a French magazine. Looking over at Daisy, she felt a rush of gratitude for the woman, madly typing away at her laptop like she usually did. Sydney had on a pair of fleece shorts and couldn't stop herself from picking at the drawstring, hardly focusing on the movie playing in front of her. This would be the first photoshoot she'd ever done out of her racing overalls, and she was, quite frankly, shitting herself.
Despite what some people had told her over the years, those people including her mother, she'd never thought of herself as overly pretty. Sure, she could clean up nice, and she typically had much better things to worry about than insecurities over her looks, but at the end of the day she was an athlete, not a model, and she didn't really have one of those effortlessly nice-to-look-at faces that, being French, she'd always craved in the back of her mind. Daisy had assured her that it would be lowkey and casual, but it didn't stop her stomach from churning or her eyes from catching herself in every semi-reflective surface and twisting a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“Wait, Syd.” Daisy had developed a bad habit of starting sentences with wait, hold on, or okay due to having to placate Sydney into doing whatever she said next. “Don’t look so worried, Jesus. I’m not about to sacrifice you.”
“Are you seriously sure about that? Because I am not.” Sydney said, half laughing.
“You just looked very picturesque, sitting there. See, how's this? I’m improving, right?” Daisy was never the best at taking photos, but she'd been getting better under the support of the AlphaTauri photographer. Sydney liked the photo Daisy had taken; she had one knee pulled up to her chest and one dangling off the seat. She wasn't looking out the window, rather her head was tilted back on the chair and her eyes were half closed. There was just something about it that she really liked, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. That, and her legs looked really, really nice, which was always a good thing.
“I love it, you should post it.” Sydney said earnestly.
“Caption?” Daisy said, looking at her phone.
“Euh, I don't know, I am bad at these things. You could just do the little plane emoji.” Sydney said, resuming her earlier position. She felt her phone buzz and saw a message from Pierre, maybe she would ask him. Bless plane wifi.
“I like it, or, wait, no that's dumb, maybe, oh wait, cute, how's this instead?” Daisy turned the screen around to show her the photo, with the caption ‘busy 🐝’. She liked spending time with Daisy for this exact reason, she could be her abrupt, kind yet real self.
“What?” Daisy just laughed.
“Busy bee, you know cos you're on a plane and you look tired and it's cute.” Daisy continued, and Sydney saw her press the post button anyway.
“I have never, not in my whole life, heard someone use busy and bee together. Why are bees busy?” Sydney said, her confusion less out of genuine curiosity and more just something to fill the time.
“I don't know, they're buzzing around making honey, they're busy.”
“I think I am a bit busier than a bee, no?”
“Just a bit.” Daisy smiled. Sydney felt her phone buzz again and saw that she had another text from Pierre.
“Busy 🐝 huh”
“ what about it”
“nothing nothing”
“no tell me”
“just a bit corny”
“it's Cute pierre”
“not as cute as you 🥰😍😘”
“🤢🤮🤢”
“idk how daisy made u look that good when ur usually so ugly tho”
“😐”
“r u still nervous”
Her stomach twisted slightly at his reminder.
“a bit, i dont know how to model”
“u wont need to, they tell u what to do”
“oh from all ur modelling experience”
“stfu it's more than u”
“bet u looked gross tho so it doesnt count”
She watched the three dots appear, but received another buzz before Pierre could finish typing. It was Lando. Unlike Pierre's contact, which had a photo of him incredibly drunk holding a beer bottle, eyes wide and crazy with the name pepé le pierre 👃🥖🇫🇷, Lando's was just Lando. It wasn't like she needed a last name or any emojis to recognise him. Just that name alone stirred something within her. It was distinctly different from the current turbulence in her guts, and she wrote it off as the nerves of trying to maintain another friendship, if you could even call their two drunken encounters and a few glances across the paddock friendship.
“heard ur gonna be in london, wanna hang out or smth” She had her read receipts on, and was conscious of taking too long to reply, so she chose to ask Daisy her question instead of googling it.
“Daisy, what does ‘smth’ mean when you are texting someone?”
“It means something, why, who are you texting in English?” Daisy asked suspiciously yet with a knowing look.
“No one, hey!” Sydney squealed, grabbing her phone that she’d left open and face up, giving Daisy plenty of time to see who it was.
“That would've been so much less suspicious if you hadn't tried to hide it.” Daisy giggled.
“I have no idea what you mean.” Sydney said, trying to think of a reply.
“I mean that you’re literally texting one of your colleagues, but you're acting like a schoolgirl with a crush.” Sydney chose not to respond, and Daisy gasped excitedly. “You are a schoolgirl with a crush! I won’t tell anyone, don't worry. Does Pierre know?” Sydney was confused as to why she would be asking about Pierre, but she chose to focus on the bigger issue.
“No, because I do not have a crush on Lando.” Sydney still hadn't replied.
“It's perfectly fine, he’s cute. A bit young for me, but I can see why you’d like him.” Daisy giggled, yelling playfully when Sydney pinched her.
“I do not have a crush on him, we are friends only. Anyway, do I have any free time in London?” She said semi-sheepishly. Thankfully Daisy chose to drop the subject, although she kept a self-satisfied smile on her face as she opened her calendar app.
“Well, we get in at 11, your photoshoot’s at 12:30 and that will take a few hours, they’ve said ‘till 4 but it'll probably be more like 6, and then you're free for the whole night with the interview tomorrow at 10. Sooo-” She sung, but Sydney cut her off with a glare.
“I will tell him that we can hang out tonight then. And maybe he will bring Alex and George, and I will not care because I do not have a crush on him.” Sydney said defiantly, about to begin drafting her text.
“sure, i am free tonight from 6:30, we can have dinner?” She backspaced that. It sounded too intense.
“sure, r u free after 6:30?” Pierre was trying to help her with her English texting, but so far u and r was all that had stuck. She sent the message and hoped that she sounded chill yet enthusiastic yet cool enough. Almost straight away she saw the three dots, and then they disappeared again. Then the message:
“yep, it's random but u wanna go see a quiet place 2? we can get some food after too if u want”
The three bubbles appeared then disappeared again, Lando clearly not wanting to become a double texter this early on.
“i am excited, i am staying at the hilton so u can pick me up? 😄😄” She was trying to channel some of their more playful drunken banter, but immediately regretted it after pressing the little blue arrow, thinking that she was coming off as needy.
“ugh fine 😐 see u at 6:30 🤪” It's okay, it worked. She flicked over to the safari tab and typed in ‘a quiet place 2’. Horror/thriller. Those kind of movies didn't freak her out too much and plus, she would be with Lando, and she couldn't imagine him taking anything that seriously. Although, they hadn't really spent that much time together, so she didn't know why she was coming to these conclusions.
“Done organising your date?” Daisy asked, and it awoke Sydney out of her trance.
“Yes.” She said with faux annoyance, not bothering to correct her on ‘date’.
“Good, cos we've landed.” Sydney hadn't even registered the plane descending at all, let alone the bumps from landing nor the people now waiting to leave the plane. Daisy just chuckled and shook her head. Sydney thought she heard her mutter something about Charlotte, the name of Lando’s PR manager, but she was probably just hearing things now.
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The clock had just ticked over to 10:30pm, and instead of sitting in some overpriced Italian restaurant with Lando like she'd been daydreaming about for the past 2 hours, she was standing in the bathroom of the hotel room taking off her makeup with some wipes she stole from the set, her feet aching so much they felt as if they were sinking into the tiles. The whole day had been a colossal shitshow.
Her and Daisy had arrived a comfortable 10 minutes before 12:30, showered and fresh, ready to pose with her helmet and then maybe without it for a few hours. Instead, after ringing the buzzer to the studio and getting no response, they got a call from an assistant of an assistant and told to come to a different studio on the other side of London. So they hailed a taxi, stressed themselves silly until they got there, only to be told that the photographer was running late and wouldn't be able to begin shooting until 2. Sydney texted Pierre in a huff and was uncomforted by his reply that it happens all the time, and what was she expecting? At 2 she was heralded in to be prettied up, and even when the makeup artist admitted that they were 'unusually disorganised that day,’ Sydney just put on her well rehearsed smile, said it was fine and still didn't think to text Lando and cancel their plans. Something inside her wouldn't allow it. But, after several more outfit, lighting and backdrop changes, with the photographer seemingly having no plan and moving with the wind, she caved and let Daisy text Lando through her phone and say that she wouldn't be able to make it. He was kind and understanding, because of course he was, but Sydney still felt a sense of sad defeat where her nerves for the photoshoot once were. Finally, at 10:03pm the photographer had seemed satisfied and now here she was, disappointed and exhausted.
She had texted Lando as soon as they had finished, just to make sure he knew she hadn't forgotten about him, but he was yet to reply. She felt silly for thinking that he would keep his evening free after she cancelled, and yet she couldn't fight the small pang of something at the thought of being replaced so easily.
She was brushing out her hair, fluffy from just blow drying it so it wouldn't be wet while she was sleeping, when she heard her phone buzz. Thinking it was either Pierre or Daisy, she tapped the notification without looking, and didn't realise who it actually was until she picked up the phone to type her reply.
“still down if ur not too tired, in london anyway so can pick u up in 10”
Sydney felt her mouth go dry and her heart start beating loudly in her chest.
“sure, text me when u r here”
She stood still for a moment, just looking at herself in the mirror, before she realised that Lando would be there in 10 minutes and she was in her pyjamas, bra off and hair frizzy. She quickly tied her hair in two plaits, not the French braids she did for races, just relaxed ones, and shoveled clothes out of her suitcase to try and find something suitable. She figured it wasn't going to be overly intense given they were going to watch a movie at 10:30pm on a Friday night when most other people their age would be half blackout in a club by now. She pulled out a pair of wide leg jeans and a green turtleneck. It wasn't what she would usually wear, but then again this isn't what she would usually do. She hadn't been on a date since she'd tried out tinder once during her break between F3 and F2, and that had ended in her saying she had diarrhoea then calling her mum to pick her up.
‘ This isn't a date .’ She reminded herself, but she barely had time to unpack that thought before Lando had texted that he was there and she hadn't even put her shoes on.
“one sec” She replied. She grabbed her wallet and room key and sped walk down the hall, not before texting Daisy where she was going. She didn't need to, she was a grown woman after all, but it felt appropriate. Daisy responded “have fun 😉” and Sydney felt an unknown weight lift off her shoulders. She left out through the hotel's sliding doors and spotted Lando's outrageous car stopped right in front of her. She was trying not to walk towards it too fast, scared of looking too eager, and he got out of the driver’s side before she reached the car.
“That is a very nice car.” She said, half laughing as she looked at her situation objectively. Lando was standing in front of her, grinning sheepishly as he opened her door.
“What, AlphaTauri don't give you cars?” He asked.
“Comparing a Honda to a McLaren is like comparing me to Lewis Hamilton.” Sydney replied, trying not to look at Lando’s hands as he drove them out of the driveway. Something about how calm he looked, how at home he seemed in the car, it made her feel safe and warm in the unfamiliar vehicle.
“Yeah, one's much better looking than the other.” He said cheekily, pretending to look hurt when she flicked his shoulder.
“Is this movie we are seeing good?” She asked, and Lando laughed. “What?” She replied incredulously.
“Nothing, I don't know, it was just how you said it.” He said, smiling. “The first one was pretty good, so I’m sure this one will be good too.”
“Wow, so detailed, I cannot wait.” Sydney said sarcastically. “In a range of 1 to 10, how scary is it?”
“Maybe like a 4, it's mainly jumpscares. Don't worry, you can hold my hand.” He grinned.
“Oh wow, thank you so much. What exactly is a, euh,” She trailed off.
“Jumpscare?” Sydney nodded. “It's just like, AH!”
“Ah!” Sydney yelped, although considerably less loud than Lando. “What the fuck?” Lando just laughed.
“That's a jumpscare.”
“Fuck, I think I need to sleep after that.” Sydney noticed that they’d pulled into a car park and assumed that they were at the cinema.
“By the way, it's ‘on a scale of 1 to 10,’ not ‘in a range.’” Lando said, and this time Sydney thought he might actually be blushing.
“Merci, Lando. On a scale of 1 to 10, how common is the expression, ‘busy bee’?” She didn't know why that was what she thought of, but he seemed to find it amusing.
“I don't know, maybe a 4?”
“I am beginning to think that 4 is your favourite number.” Sydney said, and poked the logo on the hoodie he was wearing, because of course it was his own merch. He smiled and said nothing, now focusing on getting them into the actual theatre. Something about his whole demeanor made her feel so protected, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. He wasn't that much taller than her, only a few centimetres, and although he was broader it wasn't his physicalness that made her feel so safe in his presence. Maybe it was the way he drove, or how he led them around the cinema like he'd been there many times before, or how he found their seats and, without hesitating, put his arm around the back of her chair, but she felt more at ease than she had since the night after the Monaco grand prix, and she was beginning to think he might be some kind of lucky charm for her. Less lucky, though, and more just...right.
“If you get bored or tired we can leave, I know you've had a long day.” Lando whispered under the movie trailers. He didn't need to, they were the only ones there, but his hot breath on her ear made her wish he spoke like that all the time. She turned her face towards his so that she could whisper back, and brushed her nose along his cheek in the process.
“I won't get bored, don't worry. And if I start falling asleep you can do a jumpscare and I will wake up.” They both laughed softly, then turned their attention to the screen in front of them as the movie began. His arm was still around the back of her chair, and she was resisting the impulse to lift up the armrest separating them and lean into him. She didn't know why though. If it was Pierre, her only friend she really spent time with alone, she wouldn't’ve hesitated, mainly because he probably would've initiated whatever it was and she would just be reciprocating. Maybe that was why she had this pit in her stomach when it came to Lando. It wasn't a crush, she just didn't really know how to act around him yet. The thought eased her mind, she didn't need to stress over the nuisance of having feelings for another driver, despite how carefree Daisy seemed to think it was.
Realistically, even if she did have a crush on another driver, it would be the most nightmarish situation imaginable, whether it was Lando or not. There would be the conflict of wanting them to do well but wanting to do your best. Needing to focus on your race but constantly thinking of how they were going. Feeling like you were sharing them with millions of other people with only a tiny portion to call your own. The questions and the rumours. Never feeling good enough as a driver or a girlfriend. Oh, and not to mention the complete and all encompassing lack of privacy. She must have drifted off into this world of unreal scenarios when a loud noise from the movie startled her and she let out a squeal. In her defence, it was a very, very quiet movie. Lando laughed and shuffled in his seat, almost seeming to get closer to her but still not touching.
Now she was paying attention. And the more invested she became, the more stressed she was for these characters. Also, her weirdly intense focus meant that the next loud noise, which was just some birds flying out of a train car, had her squeezing the armrest out of anxiety for what would come next. She looked over at Lando to see if he was just as freaked out as she was, when she saw that he was already looking at her. Of course, he looked forward once they’d made eye contact, but she knew what she saw. Over the course of the movie, Sydney found herself making her body smaller and smaller until she was sitting with one knee up and one crossed under it, both feet off the ground, her arms wrapped around her raised knee and her head leaning on Lando’s shoulder. The armrest was now digging into her side though, and in a moment of calm she sat up slightly to lift it out of the way.
“Watcha doin’?” Lando asked quietly, above a whisper but not talking volume. She noticed that his fingertips had followed her left shoulder around and were just grazing her jumper as she adjusted the seat.
“This thing is becoming seriously annoying, and I need full focus for the end of this movie.” Lando laughed and seemed to welcome her back into his shoulder where she now settled, much more comfortable and much, much closer. She had a brief moment of wondering if she was being annoying, but she soothed herself by saying that he wouldn't be running his fingers up and down her upper arm if he was finding her annoying. Which, by the way, felt incredibly nice.
The climax was building and, despite telling herself it was just a movie, Sydney couldn't stop the stress that was pumping through her and, without an armrest to clutch, she reached over and grabbed Lando’s hand, wrapping both of hers around it and squeezing. Later, she would realise that this definitely wasn't how she'd behaved with Pierre after a week of friendship, and certainly not how she behaved with any of her other friends, but in that moment all she cared about was the little deaf girl escaping the weird skeleton spider maze-runner things and Lando's warm, callused yet soft hand was a lovely way to express that.
“ Shit, shit, shit, fuck off, run bitch run! Oh my fucking god, why would you do that?” Sydney started yelling quietly, not even realising that she had started speaking French. She briefly thought that she felt Lando squeeze one of her hands back, but she couldn't tell through how hard she was gripping his. After what seemed like the most tense minutes of her life, the credits began to roll and she felt like she could breathe again. She patted the back of Lando's hand before releasing it, and then she reached up her arms to stretch. Lando's hand fell to rest on her waist, now unobstructed by her arms, and his thumb smoothed over the green fabric of her jumper. She lent to rest her head on his shoulder once more, and they sat watching the credits, neither making a move to leave.
That was, until, Sydney’s stomach grumbled the loudest she'd ever heard and Lando let out a laugh. “We probably should’ve eaten before.” Sydney smiled and reluctantly stood up out of his embrace, wanting nothing more than to stay in the warm, low lit room. It was the calmest she'd felt all day.
“Mm, maybe. Where are we going to eat though? It is,” She unlocked her phone “20 past midnight.”
“We're in London, Syd. On a Friday night.”
“Well, lead the way.” She said, gesturing for him to walk past her in the aisle. He swung an arm back around her shoulders and they left the cinema, thanking the teenage cashier on the way out. Instead of getting the lift back down to the carpark, Lando steered her through the front doors, and they were met with London’s cold midnight air. Sydney pulled her sleeves over her hands and tilted her chin further down into her jumper, Lando's arm just the tiniest bit tighter around her shoulders.
“You wanna get a kebab?” Lando asked, and Sydney wondered why he sounded half joking.
“Yeah, that sounds nice. Why are you laughing?” She asked incredulously.
“I dunno, I never picked you as a kebab girl.” He said, coming to a halt in front of the brightly coloured menus and food encased behind glass. “I’ll have a chicken kebab thanks.” He asked the man behind the counter, who nodded but was still eyeing them with vague recognition.
“Uh, yes, me too.” Sydney smiled, and pinched Lando in the side when she heard him snicker. “What, it must be good if that's what you're getting.” Lando just smiled in response.
“You two’re in formula one, aren't you?” The man said, assembling their food on the bench.
“Yep.” Lando replied, the two of them not really knowing how to act now.
“Would you sign something for my daughter? She started watching ever since you started driving, won’t shut up about it now.” Sydney looked up and expected him to be speaking to Lando, but found him looking straight at her.
“Of course, euh,” She picked up a napkin and took a pen from the ‘customer feedback’ jar, signing her name. She waited until he was done with their food to give it to him, and he gave her a big toothy grin in return.
“Thanks, it means a lot.”
“You're welcome, oh and thank you as well.” Sydney replied, lifting her kebab in acknowledgment. He just nodded, still smiling, and they left the store. She noticed that Lando still hadn't said anything, so she looked up at him, only to see him stuffing his face full of kebab.
“Woh?” He said through chewed kebab, and she gently pushed his shoulder.
“Nothing, is it good?” She said, taking a bite out of the corner of hers after he nodded.
“Bhe besht.” He mumbled.
“That is disgusting.” Sydney laughed. They were very slowly walking back to the car, feet moving sluggishly on the pavement. “Why did you not pick me as a kebab girl? This is delicious.” Lando seemed bashful, which only made her want to know more.
“I dunno, I would've thought you were a bit more...upmarket than kebabs.”
“Why do you say that huh?” Sydney giggled, trying to look annoyed.
“I dunno, you just uh, seem like the, you know, type.” Lando said awkwardly.
“Lando, I am missing what you are trying to say here. I will not be offensive, if that is what you are scared of.” Sydney smiled.
“Offended, you won't be offended.” Lando chuckled.
“Stop avoiding the question.” Sydney prodded.
“I dunno, you're just, really quiet around the other drivers, and, I mean I don't think this, of course, but you kind of have a, uh, reputation, of being, you know?”
“A snob?” She asked, not smiling anymore. “People still think that? From one interview, are you fucking joking me?” She knew she'd said something weird because of the way it sounded, but she didn't really mind.
“Well, some people, but like George and Carlos and them don't think that. Daniel doesn’t.” Lando said. Sydney didn't feel too angry at him specifically, because how could she when he was standing there, hoodie bunched around his wrists, hair curly and soft, walking her back to his nice car to drive her back to her hotel after taking her to a movie.
“It just makes me fucking pissed off. I do one thing and instead of it becoming a little joke that gets brought up from time to time, I am now a snob. Fuck me.” They had reached the car park, but Sydney didn't want to go home yet.
“Maybe you’ll just have to keep spending time with me, and when your accent gets weaker you'll lose your French snob reputation and all will be well in the world.” Lando smiled, clearly trying to ease the tension.
“Mm, maybe I will.” Sydney said, letting out a yawn. They were both standing by the boot of Lando's car, neither one heading towards the doors.
“I should take you back.” Lando said, and she thought she heard a note of disappointment in his voice.
“Do you have to drive home tonight?” Sydney said, remembering that he didn't actually live in London.
“Ah, no. I’m staying at a friend's place.” He looked down at his shoes, scuffing one against the concrete.
“Ooh, a lady friend?” Sydney said, a joking tone in her voice, despite a small hole that seemed to open up in her stomach.
“Uh, no, not really.” Lando said, and by his tone of voice she couldn't tell what it was he was trying to hide, but before she could continue quizzing him she yawned once more and remembered that she had an interview the next day.
“Oh well, maybe I should be going home anyway, I have an interview tomorrow.” She said, scrunching up her nose.
“Busy bee.” Lando said, smiling as he got into the driver's seat.
“Shut up.” She laughed.
“I really like that photo of you, by the way.” Lando said, choosing to focus on the road to avoid eye contact.
“Really, why?” She didn't mean to be so frank, but her sleepiness was hitting her now and she was losing her filter.
“I dunno. You look very relaxed. You don't seem relaxed very often.” He said quietly.
“I’m always relaxed with you.” Sydney murmured without thinking, the hum of his car below her filling up the space after her words.
“Mm, me too.” Lando looked over at her and smiled softly. She felt that hole in her stomach fill up with something warm and gooey, and it made her feel a bit sick in a nice way. She definitely didn't feel this way around Pierre, or Charles, or Daisy, or her parents. She'd never felt this way in her whole life. Then again, she'd never had that many friends. Maybe this was just how people felt about their best, best friends.
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Well I've been daily updating twitter ofcourse. I kind of at the last moment decided I was going to do a daily doodle thing. I did this years ago, where I drew something every day for a year. I'm not doing a full illustration this time just really simple, essentially a couple lines and thats it. Just to help the creative juices flowing. I probably wont stick it out for an entire year but I keep getting myself backed up into an artistic corner and I want to back back out of it and find a new corner. Instead while I've been doing that, I've also been using it as an excuse to update the status of my current ailment.
so essentially, I had already self-diagnosed myself with the flu but I did go ahead and made an urgent care appointment on Saturday (?). I will say that I normally get a flu shot, every year, I did not get one this year. Next year I will definitely be getting one. I definitely got this from my coworkers and theres was like 3x milder than mine. My immune system was not prepared.
I did not want to physically go to urgent care because I didn't feel safe driving. I was super short of breath and I felt very drunk (because its in my ears! my ears are messed up). Also, didn't want to sit in a waiting room when sitting up sounded like a lot of effort and besides, what is urgent care going to tell me that I dont already know? viruses are treated with rest and fluids and thats it. However, I assumed my boss was going to be on top of me for some sort of a work note even though I'm not a full time employee and I dont feel like I should need one but I had agreed to work on monday and if I called in she'd probably pitch a fit. I discovered, thanks to the local spouse groups, that there was a local mobile urgent care. They came to my house! I schedule an appointment and they came out about an hour later. The most convenient thing ever. They apparently didn't take my insurance so they charged me 179$ out of pocket but I wasn't going to complain. I didn't have to go anywhere. I could track the MA on gps and they sent me his photo so I didn't "have to be scared" lmao. It was all very nice.
I had already tested myself for covid and it was negative. I was tempted to start myself on prednisone (because I practically have an entire pharmacy at home) but HR was a good 115 and adding steroid to that sounded not fun. Normally my HR runs 60s if Im calm and 80s if Im stressed. 115 with steroids on board didn't sound like fun. My 02 was dropping to 93 when I was up and walking around but it would go back up to the high 90s. This poor MA came with a laptop that virutally connected to a PA and they were like "what do you want me to do for you?" like I guess I mainly just wanted to make sure that I was safe to be at home and I have evidence I saw some sort of healthcare person as proof.
I oddly enough didn't have much of a cough until about yesterday. I was feeling short of breath and when I did cough I'd cough gunk up but mainly it just hurt to cough but it wasn't frequent at all. Now I'm coughing alot. The worst part was the hot/cold flashes. I completely drenched the bed in sweat. I've never seen that much water come off of me. I literally touched the valley of my stomach and it was a puddle. I splished my hands in it. I would alternate between uncontrollable sweating to then freezing to death. I thought I'd be over it and I washed all my linens yesterday and then last night, just sweat everywhere. Which was annoying because I felt....nagged..?..guilttripped? to go into work today by my boss. Like I was faking it..I couldnt possibly be sick that long(my coworkers recovered in 2 days)..maybe I was crazy and I wasn't sick?
so I did! I WENT TO WORK TODAY. My coworkers were actually fine. They said they were actually surprised they handled things well without me. I'm simultaneously proud of them and really aggravated that I went in. Because I really did feel terrible. I realized real fast how weak I was and my brain was not functioning. I even gave myself the easiest roll I could where I was off in a corner away from people and I was struggling. I was struggling to walk and I was struggling to stand. My partner at work let me know how bad I looked too. I apparently looked like a frail old lady. Which was nice.
So I went home. My boss is like "wait where you going?". I guess in her defense she came equipped with a bunch of throat lozenges for me but I didn't have a sore throat. I have no energy and cant breath. So I'm going home. I dont work tomorrow btw.
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