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holyghostbelle · 2 months

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STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE:THREE

Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him. warnings!:drug use, kissing, blood, the use of the word slut King!Steve x reader slight Eddie x reader chapter two master list

7 months ago- September 1984

CHAPTER THREE

“Right! That's it, I've had it enough with you! Go to the principal's office now, young Lady!”Mr Smith shouts at you. His wrinkled old finger pointing directly in your direction, the class quietens and you mouth gapes open like a fish, you stand in front of the class, a glass beaker has been smashed by your foot, behind you stands Heather Smith, her hands grips a thick lock of your hair, a pair of plastic yellow scissors in the other and you can’t even cry you are so angry.

You pile your books into your bag, swinging it over your shoulder, then you step over the broken glass on the floor, you look back at the class and then smile at Heather, her nose runs a thick red, it pools into her mouth.

“I hope your dad can afford a nose job” you mutter.

Mr Smith looks down at the floor “Go to the nurse” it's sympathetic. Blood drips over the class floor. “ and you,apologise!” he looks at you sternly. You stand by the door, looking back at him. The class is staring at you in silence.

A year ago this wouldn't have happened, a year ago you were on the cheerleading team, a year ago you would've stood in heather's place, isn't it funny how things change so fast?

“Did you not hear her? She called me a slut in front of the whole class and then cut my hair, i knocked her with my elbow by accident its not my fault she has such a weak face-”

“Well maybe if you weren't partaking in extra activities outside of school this wouldn't have happened” his teeth grit against each other, you swallow and the class bursts out in laughter, your eyes water. Heather smiles at you, blood coating her perfect pearly whites, you wish you aimed lower.

“Maybe if you weren't such a cunt your wife wouldn't have cheated on you Mr Smith, have you thought about that?”

“Right! That's detention!”

You flip a middle finger up to the class as you walk out.

You don't bother going to the Principle, stalking your way to your car to get ridiculously high before going back to detention.

Your eyes are glazed over as you walk back, the bell rung and it's ten past three, you're already late. The teachers are not even there, tables are empty apart from the freak who's sitting all the way in the back. You don't bother sliding out a chair and instead lay directly on the cold floor beside him, tiles cooling your back in the early summer heat. “You smell like weed” Eddie says, his hand taps against the wooden desk rhythmically, the vibrations travel to your body, it feels like he's drumming into your skin.

“Yes please” you smile back.

“Huh?, no, you smell like a skunk dude ”

“Oh fuck’ You nod your head and then laugh eyes squinting.

Eddie shakes his head at you, eyes furrowed. “Are you okay ?”

“No!But yes but also I have absolutely no clue what's going on.”

“You never get in trouble, why are you here?”

You smile at him as he joins you on the floor, and you tuck your knees against your chest as you lean against the chair he leans against the wall, the mohawk he rocks is all curly and down today, the sides are coming in as well, it looks way better than it did before, you wonder if he's growing it out.

“I broke Heather's nose and then called Mr Smith a cunt” you nod at him slowly “you?”

“Climbed on the table during lunch again”

“Oh the Munson classic! What happened this time, I miss seeing you yell at people.”

“You miss seeing me?” he nudges his foot into your thigh and then he giggles “making me blush sweetheart, Tommy called me gay so i told him he stares at me so often he must be too, didn't help that i shouted gay at him”

“Are you?” you question.

“Huh”

“Do you like dick?”

“Well, yeah in moderation, but I like girls too,” he replies back and then grins.

You raise your eyebrow, “huh, men are dicks anyway”

Eddie nods,“Do you wanna go smoke on the bench at the bench In the woods ”

“I thought you'd never ask!”

You clamber over the wooden picnic bench, trees just barely hiding where he happens to deal. The wood is rough against the skirt you wear and Eddie rolls up the short sleeves to his shoulders. He takes his beat up metal lunch box out as you take out your own supply next to him,rolling in silence.

“Can I ask you a question?’

"Yeah sure” you reply quickly, twisting the grinder.

“why does everyone call you a slut, because last year you were this ultra cool popular girl and now its like everyone just hates you”

“Someone started a rumour about me. I honestly don't know who, but one day I'm under the bleachers with Wyatt from the football team and the next I've sucked off half of them overnight.” You blink up at him,” I didn't even do anything with him, he whipped his dick out and I was like no thanks, I like to get wined and dined before you shove your cock anywhere near me and then that was it, I was a whore!”

“Fuck, that's shit, well i just sell weed and listen to metal and suddenly i was a freak, like you worship the devil once and suddenly your a satanist ?” he stares at you as you furrow your eyebrows at him, then he breaks and falls over into the table with laughter.

“I'm way too high for a joke like this, Eddie, anyway, I know why they call you a freak.”

“Huh? You do?” you roll up the end of a roach before placing it in the two ciggie papers you've stuck together, at least it wasn't the bible this time .

“Yeah, of course. You dressed up as that little bald guy for halloween when you had your head shaved in middle school, scared the crap out of everyone.”

“That's what started it? Dressing up as Gollum?”

“Yeah pretty much, and the whole like dungeons and dragons, creepy van waiting in the middle of the woods thing, like yeah your pretty chill and you dont deserve the shit that happens to you and im not saying this because i know what its like ,but genuinely im sorry if i ever came across rude to you like in the past. I could blame it on wanting to fit in. But you didn't deserve it.”

‘You called me a weirdo once darling” he answers.

“I know but I never defended you from the others.”

“Do you blame the other students who let you get called a slut and have slushies poured all over you?” Eddie takes out a pre roll from a ziploc bag and places between his plush lips, lighting the end with a white lighter he’s sharpied to be all black.

“Not really” you mutter

“Then why do you think I would care, yeah I get ridiculed for the most ridiculous shit but at the end of the day I have friends who don't care about all that, I'm lucky, you don't have anyone” he smiles to the side.

“I-okay way to make me feel like shit there, I have Aaron who works with me but yeah i guess I don't really have anyone and I can't really tell my parents bcs I was under the bleachers with a boy who was naked.” You grin “ oh! And here I am again the slut with a cute boy in the middle of the woods getting ridiculously high!’

“No you’re the pretty slut with the freak getting ridiculously high” he corrects

“Pretty huh?” you smile as he exhales into your face, your heart thumbs against your chest quickly, he gazes down at your lips.

“yeah, always thought so, why do you think you get a discount?”

“Because I'm incredibly funny?” you shrug up at him.

“That too”

You laugh, and look at the wonky joint you've just rolled, he takes it from you and then grabs a pen pushing down and twisting the end until it looks slightly more packed than before. He hands it back to you and suddenly there's a cracking noise behind you, leaves rustle, you look behind you and then scrabble to grab your stuff. Eddie grabs your hand and you both sprint through the trees until you make it back to the carpark, he unlocks the door quickly and you both chuck your bags in and climb into the back of his van, narrowly avoiding the teacher who had smelt the weed.

“I feel sober now” you wince, Eddie smiles at you, it's hard to make out in the dark, his hand grabs at something and then suddenly they're on your waist, your foreheads bump into each other. Lips slotting together quickly, you both pull away as soon as it’s happened.

“Im sorry-”

“-Never again” you sigh and he lets go of your waist.

“Oh thank god you said something, i think we should just be friends” he replies.

“Yeah, i think, the whole being chased thing was like why we kissed.” you say suddenly.

“Yeah like high pressure situations make people horny”

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angelcent · 1 year

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NOCTURNE : ̗̀➛ MILLIONS KNIVES

summary. it is as they say—there is a thin line between hate and...

contents. vash/reader established relationship, suggestive sex, voyeurism kinda, nai hates his brothers gf

wc. 621

they're doing it again.

nai's blue eyes narrow into slits, fingers curling into fists over his textbook. he wrinkles the page and half rips it, but he barely notices. because they're fucking doing it.

again.

it's out of vash's character to be purposely loud while fucking his girlfriend when he knows that nai is home, but the doof truly thinks the two of you are being quiet right now. as if the headboard isn't currently rattling against the already thin walls in their shared apartment.

and you. his twin brother's girlfriend—sweet as cotton candy with a heart of gold; actually, nai imagines your heart to be like the conversation hearts given on valentine's day. he also imagines himself ripping into your chest and eating your heart whole—as sickenly sweet as it it'd be on his tongue.

"mmm! mm—vshh!" you moan, melodic voice muffled. not only through the walls, no, nai thinks you must be covering your mouth or biting your lip to keep quiet. "ahh—mmm!"

the rattling slows down for a second, bed squeaking with weight shifting, and soon enough it starts up again. the rhythm is a little different though, not as forceful or consistent as vash had been. the bed begins to squeak as if...

you're bouncing on vash's cock. fucking yourself. like a needy slut. his thighs spread unconsciously, cotton shorts rising up his muscular thighs.

nai has half a mind to slam his fist against the wall—remind you two that you're not alone in the apartment, that he also lives and pays rent here. and even though it's bordering one in the morning, he's trying to fucking study.

but he wont. he doesn't feel like dealing with the aftermath right now; nai knows very well that vash will come and apologize like a kicked puppy—and he just won't give you the satisfaction.

there's no way in hell and below that nai wants you to believe you affect him in anyway. never someone like you—someone so weak and beneath his brother.

beneath him.

you, with your doe eyes and pouty lips and fragile neck he wants to snap. he loathes people like you; someone who smiles so stupidly and freely and opens up like a flower beneath the sun. naive, always greeting him and trying to make small talk when you must know that he can't stand you. optimistic, as you always see the good in others and in this cursed world. calling him kni. it makes nai physically ill with disgust. the only reason he hasn't voiced the venom that consumes him is that vash truly seems to care for you.

so nai glares at the wall instead, iceshard eyes hard with antipathy as he thinks about how much he truly despises you. weak little flower that you are; too stupid to realize that he can clearly hear your pathetic attempts at stifling your voice. those needy little whimpers and whines, broken as you split yourself open on cock. fragile neck bared as your head tips back in pleasure, hips continuously rolling over and over and over. cunt sticky and dripping over your thighs, making a mess all over yourself. but you don't care; no, your moans are only getting louder and louder as you give up on trying to stay quiet.

there's a pounding behind nai's eyes. probably from having grit his teeth too hard. yet he pays it no mind, suddenly feeling his chest flood with heat. his palms clam up and he wipes them over his spread thighs, but that's when nai realizes.

he's hard and leaking precum over his thin cotton shorts.

#millions knives #nai x reader #millions knives x reader #trigun smut #trigun x reader #starring: millions knives

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viiiiiiiiiin · 1 month

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Okay so I have another cute zoro idea so hear me out reader has a crush on zoro but doesn’t think they are his type because their strength lies in more smarts rather then physical strength like let’s say they have a devil fruit power the allows them to avoid fights like maybe they can’t physically be hit because the can pass through any solid object so they never really focused on physical strength but since zoro is so obsessed with getting stronger they think oh he likes strong people aka people not like me little does reader know!! Also I LOVED THE OTHER REQUEST YOU WROTE FOR ME!!!!

Ghosted: Zoro x Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Zoro , a bit of Sanji , Reader's sister.

Info: Reader ate the Ghost - Ghost Fruit. This gives the user the ability to levitate and phase through objects. They can speak to the dead as well , and sometimes even absorb their power. The reader was imagined with a sister.

A / N: IM GLAD TOU LIKED IT ! I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE AS WELL !! If you want a part 2 , lmk <33

You and Zoro had a strange dynamic. You were seen as best friends , but there always seemed to be something deeper down that nobody could put a finger on. You both were strong , but you never fought. You hated combat , but he didn't. You both seemed to be opposites , and still. You both were close.

You were more of a utility than a fighter. You would help with defense , strategy , and escape. You were the Strategist of the Strawhat Pirates , after all. People were unable to hit you , haki or not. To the crew , you were the brain and he was the brawn.

You both were almost never seen without one another , so one was bound to fall for the other. That just so happened to be you. You fell , and hard for that matter. You were infatuated with him , which everyone but him noticed.

However , you never tried to pursue him. In your eyes , he was strong as hell. He needed someone as strong as him , someone willing to fight. Someone who wouldn't drown the second they hit water , someone who could wield a sword as skillfully as him. You hated fights but he enjoyed them , so why would he like you ? That's what you told yourself.

He was strong and enjoyed being around people as strong as himself. It made you wonder , why did he hang around you ? You weren't strong. You hated combat. You were just a strategist , not a combat specialist. Because of this thought process , you never made an attempt to court him.

You usually talked about your issues with some souls that rested in your room. One of them being the soul of your past on sibling. On this day , you were ranting to her about how you felt.

"SisterName , he's strong. He loves a challenge ! He's one of the monster trio , and I'm not. I'm a strategist , Sistername. Why would he want someone as weak as me ?" Your face deflated as you fell into your bed. The color haired woman stood beside your bed and sighed.

"You know that's not true , Reader. Why would he be around you if he only liked strong people ?" She smiled softly and sat on the edge of your bed. Though she was there , no pressure was felt on your mattress. Not even a wrinkle was left in the place she resided in.

You groaned loudly and phased through your bed so that you were now resting on the ground below it. You whined , loud enough for her to hear. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're strong , Reader. You're strong in your own way. Don't forget that." She stood up from her place and sat down in front of where she once was. "Strength doesn't only lie within combat." She continued , laying on the ground to see you.

You sighed again and turned towards your sister. Your eyes met her glossed over white ones. You smiled gently and crawled out from under your bed. "Thank you , SisterName." You would've hugged her if you were able to touch her. You sat in front of her and watched as she nodded her head.

"Go talk to him , Reader. For now , I've got somewhere else to be. I'll be back. Love you , Reader. You know I'll always be here for you if you need anything." Her transparent hand patted your head , though you couldn't feel it. "Love you too , SisterName. Have fun." You watched as her ghostly form disappeared.

You took a deep breath and took a step outside of your dark room. You closed the door and started your long walk to the deck , thinking of the things your sister said to you as your feet slapped against the hard planks of the ground.

After what seems to be like forever , you reached the deck. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find the green haired swordsman , only to be met with nothing. "Mosshead is in the crows nest." You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw a tuff of blonde hair. Sanji. You smiled kindly at the chef and nodded your head. "Thank you , Sanji." As the words left your lips , you began your walk to where Zoro was training.

Technically , you could've just floated up there and phased through the wall but you had some things to think about. What were you going to say ? How would you address your thoughts ? You were anxious , riddled with worry even. You took a deep breath as you approached the wooden door. You knocked twice then phased through the door.

The man in question was currently squatting with a weight that was half the size of the room. You knew he was strong , but DAMN. You stared at it , bewildered. Remembering what you came in for , you shook your head. "Oh. Hey , Reader." He spoke calmly , putting his weight down. It seems he just finished one of his sets.

He picked up a towel , throwing it around his neck as he picked up the bottle of water he brought with him. "Hey , Zoro. I have something to talk to you about." You spoke , a serious tone laced within your words. Zoro raised an eyebrow as he continued chugging his water. He leaned against the wall and placed his , now empty , water bottle on the ground. "Spit it out , Ghosty."

Your heart swelled a bit at the nickname , but you chose to ignore it for a bit. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms. "I'm . . I'm . . Iminlovewithyoubutiknowyoulikestrongpeoplesoiknowyouwontlikemeback." You spoke quickly , powers reacting to your anxiety. As you rambled and hid your reddening face , your body lifted from the ground and began to float around the room.

Zoro stared for a moment and laughed. "What ? Gonna need you to repeat that." You uncovered your face and gently placed yourself in front of him. "I'm in love with . . You . . But , uhm. I know you . . . Like strong people , so you don't have to say anything back." Your eyes closed tightly as you awaited his response , expecting harsh words to leave his lips. However , they didn't.

"As much as I like to fight , I don't JUST like strong people. You're tough , Reader. You can handle your own and I . . . love that about . . Uhm , you." His face was now reddening as he looked away from your color colored eyes. Your face lit up more and you turned your head.

"Just be honest , Zoro . . How do you feel about me ?" You spoke , a hint of sadness lacing your voice. His eyes turned to your form and softened. He sighed and sat on the ground.

"Fuck. I don't know how to express any feelings for you. But shit , Reader. You make my heart do weird things and -" He stopped and took a deep breath. "What I want to say is , I feel . . The same way." The last bit was spoken quietly , but you heard it. Your eyes lightened up as you ran up to him.

You threw your smaller arms around his muscular frame and smiled. "I'm glad , Zoro. Let's try not to keep things a secret again , especially feelings." You kissed his cheek and floated away from him.

He laughed and smirked at your words. "Deal."

#one piece #op #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #one piece x you #fluff #vixenwrites #vixens100followersspecial #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece fluff

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wistfulrat · 7 months

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・❥・lesbian wangxian reccs ・❥・

ao3topships poll gate made me realize there are hundreds nay thousands of u who dont know abt lesbian wangxian ?? that’s so sad can i proselytize u real quick

mimilamp cinematic universe (the ppl’s mcu) sorry for starting this list with a whole author catalog. as if it's my fault!! these gave me covid. no listen mimilamp fics have feverish lesbian angst levels of hot horny despair that could paralyze a large forest animal. and on a sentence level it's just stunning. messy dykes fumbling toward love confessions while making emotionally insane choices and the sex scenes fuckn bang ??? god is real

good, good - 13.5k E Wei Ying has two broken wrists and now she needs Lan Zhan to help her do stuff (jerk off)

here’s a story - 46k E Wei Ying reluctantly joins her recently-dumped best friend, Lan Zhan, on a couples' holiday retreat. Snow! Drinks! Truth or dare! There's a s-s-s-single bed! You'll never guess what happens next.

out of your system - 20k E “Maybe you should get me out of your system,” Wei Ying blurts. “Maybe that’ll help.” // Wei Ying finds out her best friend Lan Zhan is in love with her and offers a really super solution.

exposure therapy - 14k E Wei Ying clambered up from the floor, put the joint on the corner of the night stand, announced, “Exposure therapy,” and got into Lan Zhan’s bed. // Lan Zhan doesn't like to be touched, Wei Ying likes to touch.

know no one else - 20k E Lan Zhan moves out, Wei Ying's boyfriend moves in. Six months later, Lan Zhan visits, they go to a party, and Wei Ying has something to tell her.

74243 this author should be studied in a lab bc these 2 fics ruined my life. a pulitzer prize short fic with immaculate tone followed by the fuck nastiest shit you will ever read. "wei ying swipes right" still a top 3 bar of all time re: fic summaries. like people died.

chef’s kiss - 6.5k E Wei Ying said, “You know, in some ways I’m kind of depressed. I took your biggest dick on my first try. Now I don’t have anything to build up to.” “There are bigger ones available,” Lan Zhan said lazily. “I can pay for express shipping.” // (Lan Zhan works the late shift.)

pull out game weak - 22.7k E Wei Ying swipes right.

plonk this is the only fic in many ways. dyke nmj's mustache academy award winning breakout role. possessive hot dyke lwj. the sentence "don't knot her you freak." have u ever seen a group chat get rabies in real time. the slut rot breached containment. it was a public health crisis. it brought back horny cinema. cultural reset.

good friends - 11.5k E “I could invite her over for when the game’s done,” Nie Mingjue offers. Lan Zhan hums, considering it. They do that sometimes. Take omegas down together.

occultings will i ever get tired of -wwx thinks she's straight and wants to practice being gay with sadsack lwj who is like sure im in love with u and this will cause me psychic damage but mayhaps that's the cost of being homiesexual--? no i dont get tired of the classics it's called taste

give me one good honest kiss - 25k E The text keeps flashing over and over in Lan Zhan's head like the bulb lights on a marquee. They’d been talking about homework directly before that, swapping notes on music theory in the baroque period. Then, like a fork of lightning out of a clear blue sky: wanna practice kissing? 😚 // Wei Ying suggests an arrangement. Lan Zhan, in love, deals.

saltyfeathers ok so like sure it's ill advised to get your cartilage pierced at claire's but if you wanted the experience of participating in deranged hysteric behavior that kinda bangs in a badgood way? well then.

the mall that has it all - 8k E She introduced herself in the food court, breathless after sprinting across it in Lan Zhan’s direction and vaulting over a table only to crash into the seat across from her, ask, “Can I have a sip?”, spring forward with both elbows on the table to wrap her burgundy lips around Lan Zhan’s smoothie straw, wrinkle her nose, and say, “What is that, kale? Not really my thing, as like, a mall goth. Oh!” A pleased, chaotic exhale. “My name’s Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan said, after taking a moment to fully process the last forty-five seconds, “What?” or; mall goth au

#just thought abt mimilamp “baby are you happy” and almost walked into traffic #wangxian fic rec #lesbian wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #cql #femslash #wlw wangxian #mimilamp #74243 #plonk #occultings #saltyfeathers

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thedreadvampy · 9 months

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fwiw if you want to introduce more variety to how you draw faces I strongly suggest thinking really hard about noses

noses give you so much information about someone! they're usually one of the first things which define how we think of someone's face (after all - they're by far the feature that takes up most of it).

They change as we age - they take up more of our faces and move away from our mouths. babies almost all have round little tips of noses with no definable bridges, while depending on the type of nose an adult has they may get bonier and sharper or softer and flatter with age. nostrils widen, skin creases, eyes drop back from the bridge. I think often people try to age faces by putting wrinkles around an unchanged nose and it throws stuff off.

They're also a really racialised feature. like there is no one Black Nose or East Asian Nose or Desi Nose or White Nose, obviously, there's huge variation within and across ethnic groups, but there's a lot of overlapping trends in nose shape for different ethnicities and it's often a big contributing factor to people drawing characters of colour that kind of look like palette-swapped white people? like there are so many nose shapes that are super common but because they're relatively uncommon for white people, they're just not the noses people often learn to draw as standard.

but also a diversity of noses says so much about a character, the same way that their build or eye shape or face shape does. like. a long sharp narrow nose in a bony face? a round, slightly flat nose on a face full of smile lines? an upturned, softly rounded nose with freckles and no bridge? a long hooked nose with a curved tip? a crooked, broken nose? a bulbous, reddened nose? noses can imply strength, weakness, innocence, experience, childishness, wisdom, suffering, whatever you want to get out of a character design. don't neglect the nose!!!!

and like. obviously depending on how stylised the art is there's going to be information lost, but that's the thing - there's a real upper limit on how much variation you can put in eyes or mouths or face shape in simpler styles without making it overly realistic, but you can go really nuts on nose shapes! even with just one or two lines or one simple shape you can imply so many different noses by changing little things!

and yet really often I look at people who are trying to broaden variety on faces and they mix up everything except the noses, which stay like a circle or a triangle or a line or whatever their standard noise is, and as a result there's still this sameness to all the faces.

bc eyes and mouths and jawlines are all very well but noses are, in my opinion, the most varied part of the face. I can't think of any two people I know who have the same shape of nose except maybe me and my identical twin.

(and I'm not talking big Vs small, or hooked vs snub vs straight vs flat. really look at people's noses in real life cause there are so many variables)

(some leading questions under the cut)

how big is it? how long from the front? how far away from the face does it sit in profile?

does it have a rounded tip? how round? some people's noses have a profile that's basically a triangle point, some people's are basically a round tip with no visible cartilage above it, and everything in between.

What's going on at the bridge? in profile, is there a clear dip in between the brow and the bridge of the nose, or does the brow come straight down to meet it (or, if you have a kind of striking profile like Hangman Adam Page who looks like an early 2000s DreamWorks character, is your profile one line from brow to the top of your nose)? from the front, is there a clearly defined edge to the bridge of your nose or does it curve out? how much of the space between your eye sockets is nose, on a range from 100% to 0%?

What shape is the top of the nose in profile? Is it a straight line from bridge to tip? does it curve down? does it curve up like a ski slope? does it come to a sharp stop and angle out into a round tip?

does it have sharp edges? does it look bony, with a pronounced ridge? or is it all soft lines? Does it meet the cheek at an angle or at a curve?

does the tip come to a sharp point, or to a curve? does it angle up (so you can see the nostrils from the front), or down (so you can only see the line of the nose)?

how big is the base of the nose compared to the bridge? from the front, does it flare wide across the face at the bottom, or is it almost a straight line down? is it broader higher up the nose?

what are the nostrils doing? how big are they? are they round, or slit-shaped? do they sit behind the tip, with the noise all contained in a single pyramid shape, or do they sit to the sides? do they sit along the face, point forward towards the tip, or point up higher than the tip?

how does the nose interact with the other features? does it dominate the face? is it a tiny wee thing? does it sit over a very long upper lip with a pronounced philtrum, or is it almost touching the mouth? How much of the space between the eyes is taken up by the bridge of the nose? do the eyebrows curve towards the nose, or meet them at a hard angle? if they wear glasses, where on the nose do they sit?

colouration - is it all the same colour, or pinker at the tip or over the bridge? are the insides of the nostrils visible, and are they pale or dark pink? does the top of the nose get more sun - is it darker?

surface details - are there creases at the bridge or around the nostrils and cheeks? are they from scowling (vertical) or laughing (horizontal)? does their nose scrunch up when they smile, or flare when they're angry? is there hair? freckles? piercings? scars or breaks?

like the nose, jaw and brow are the structure around which the rest of the face is built. if you get to a place in your art style where you're comfortable playing around with that then you immediately add so much more diversity and life and verisimilitude to your characters!

also noses are just great. like they're so fun to draw and there are so many different gorgeous noses! I'm so into noses that usually the way I find how I want a character to look is to draw the eyes, draw the nose, then redraw the eyes and build the whole face around the nose.

(this advice is coming from the fact that the most common compliment I get on my art is the diversity and believability of characters and I would say that's like 50-60% in the nose/brow)

#art tips #red said #i could offer some like. proper drawings. but i am at work just now.

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andy-clutterbuck · 6 months

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IGN | 2015

#Andrew Lincoln #*#andygifs #i giffed this because hydration is important #obviously #look it snowed for the first time this season today #i need to warm the dumpster #excuse me but The Nose™#EYE CRINKLES #people who don't like wrinkles are weak #please put your forearms away you menace

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joels6string · 1 year

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Into Focus

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel head out on his mandatory first date before picking up where you left off. Follow up to Illegible.

Rating: E

Word Count: 3k (again, why?)

Content: smut, thigh riding, fingering, unprotected p-in-v, oral both receiving, Joel hates his scars but you don't

The pub’s raucous jubilance dulled to a hushed murmur as Joel pushed the door open, all eyes quickly drifting from him to you, curiosity furrowing brows and dropping jaws yet not a soul dared speak a word. Joel had his reputation, he’d earned it fair and square, and the gazes of Jackson’s citizens followed intently as he pulled out a chair in the back corner of the pub for you, your fingers quivering with nerves as your breath shook.

“Don’t worry about them,” he comforted, “What’re you drinkin’?”

“Anything’s fine,” you replied quickly, the woodgrain of the table holding your attention as you avoided the dozens of stares pointed your way.

“No, it ain’t.”

“Just a beer.”

This already wasn’t going well. Your stomach was in knots, both from who your companion was and how much attention that fact was drawing to you. The solitude of your house was calling to you, beckoning you back into the safety of its walls with a siren call you were almost too weak to resist. But when Joel returned with two beers in hand, you swallowed your unease and focused on the gentle hazel eyes in front of you, the puffy bags and fine lines surrounding them softening as he returned the attention.

“Probably more than you bargained for,” he teased with a gruff chuckle, “I don’t like it either.”

Whether he liked it or not, you knew it was deserved. No one did more to keep the residents of the town safe than Joel, not even Tommy, though it was close. Surely the town was wondering why he was there with you, you were nothing special. You had a few friends, and the town was too small and reliant on others for people to be complete strangers, but you were no life of the party. You were not a soul worthy of Joel Miller’s attention.

“You’re from Texas, right?” you asked, trying to spark a conversation to hold your tumultuous thoughts.

“Yes ma’am,” he crooned, sucking the foam off his lower lip, “born and raised.”

“Did you like it?”

“Miss it every day.”

That shouldn’t have stung, but it did. His missing his home had nothing to do with you in the slightest, but still to think he was at all discontent here unsettled you even further. This was supposed to be fun but all you felt was dread, anxiety, and embarrassment. Who were you to be sitting at this table?

“But it ain’t so bad here,” he continued, reading the emotions playing out on your face, “Why you so nervous? I told you not to worry about them. They don’t matter. Where’re you from?”

“California,” you answered, smiling slightly as his eyebrow raised, “What?”

“Never expected that. You miss it?”

“Not really.”

The answer seemed to intrigue him but he didn’t press further, your shoulders relaxing slightly as he finished off his pint.

“How’s that beer?” he asked, noting yours was still more than halfway full.

“It’s pretty bad,” you replied with a laugh, forcing down another large gulp.

“Pretty bad? That’s generous. I’ll pass along your compliments.”

Conversation continued for an hour, the ease he set over you with his terrible jokes and hidden gentle nature had gotten you smiling and it was then you realized just how precious his own toothy grin was. It sparkled up into his eyes, the wrinkles on the outer corners deepening with each lift of his lips.

“You ready?” he asked after a second round, “I’ll walk ya home.”

Elbows bumped as you slowly made your way through the streets, feet dragging slower than they normally would as you both made every attempt to prolong the company of the other as much as you took the time to try and decide how the night would end. You were well aware he was going to leave the decision up to you, his boots unwilling to pass your threshold without explicit permission to do so. It was just finding the courage to ask him that would be difficult to find. A fire was already simmering low in your belly, the way the thin flannel he wore did little to conceal the girth of his biceps or the stretch of his shoulders not helping the situation as you recalled the way his lips felt on yours less than two hours ago. You’d already begun, how hard would it be to continue?

“You can come in,” you blurted out nervously as you stopped in front of your little house, your eyes locked on the gravel beneath your feet as your hands wrung nervously in front of you, “If you want.”

“I’d like that.” You cursed him mentally for his tone, so warm and inviting, the last two hours had done well to help you forget the stories of his brutality that cycled through the whispers in the town.

You relinquished control as soon as your door clicked closed, if you thought about it a second longer you’d back down, but when you gripped the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to yours the fervor in which he reciprocated your kiss allowed your kindled flames to erupt. Thick fingers molded into the softness of your hips and waist, his lips never exceeding the pace or pressure of your own as you pulled and pressed, your own digits winding into his hair as your back hit the wall beside your door. You’d barely made it into your house.

A muscled thigh wedged itself between your own, your body instinctively pressing down hard enough to have you breaking the kiss to exhale in relief, that lopsided grin of his you’d so quickly become infatuated with stretching along his face as he nuzzled his nose in the hollow behind your ear.

“Go on,” he urged huskily in your ear, “Take a ride.”

Normally, you’d have been mortified, frozen in humiliation at someone catching you so brazenly using them for your own reward, but he seemed to like it, his grip pulling you further onto his thick muscle and holding you steady as you teetered on the tips of your toes. With your fingers locked behind his neck you did as he asked, dragging your dampening core along his thigh greedily, the friction driving you mad within seconds. All you could smell was him, leather and sawdust mixed with the airy scent of the woods, his heat seeping into your palms as his breath fanned along the side of your neck. He was intoxicating.

“Joel…” it slipped out like a prayer, heat building too quickly for you to subdue as you begged for relief, the reality of your fantasy come to life hitting you like a tidal wave as it settled in.

“What do you need, darlin’?” He had no right to sound that ragged, you hadn’t even touched him yet and he was already breathless.

Clearly, all you needed was to hear that pet name roll off his velvet tongue, your impatient body finally giving in to the unhindered need coursing through it. He was muttering something you couldn’t quite make out, his arms lifting you around his waist as he carried you back towards your bedroom, your head floating down from the clouds just enough to hear his inquiry as he froze just past the living room entryway.

“Which way?” You couldn’t help but laugh as he stood at the juncture between your spare room and the one you occupied.

“Left.”

Your bed was soft beneath your back as he laid you down, hovering over you still as he met your lips in a bruising kiss, the button of your jeans snapping open allowing you both to wrestle them off, your shirt following not long behind. It didn’t matter he was still fully clothed, as his tongue explored your mouth and middle finger slid through your soaked slit all that mattered was that he was here. You’d imagined this more times than you’d ever freely admit, even to yourself, the pressure on your clit from the man that had occupied too many of your dreams as his tongue danced with yours sent you dizzying again. You were insatiable, thighs spreading shamelessly to allow him room to work when he teased at your entrance, your lungs robbed of air as he breached what had only been touched by your own hand for a long, long time. He was slow at first, working you up expertly until you were searching for more, his ring finger joining as his tongue continued to lay claim to your gasping mouth.

When his thumb pressed down on your clit once again while he continued to scissor you open, another wave of pleasure crested and ebbed, leaving you heaving air into your lungs as his beard scraped at your now sweat-soaked neck, his lips tasting the salty dew beading on your skin. He gave you all the time you needed to rejoin him, your eyes fluttering open to a mop of gray hair as he latched onto one of your budding nipples, the sensation of him exploring new territory causing you to buck upwards in shock and pleasure.

Once he’d swirled his tongue and suckled long enough to have his fill, he checked in with how alert you’d become, his hazel eyes blown black as you read the desperation written in that lusty gaze. With a smile you welcomed him back to your lips, your fingers immediately going to work on the buttons of his shirt only to be stopped as you got the first one halfway through the slit.

“There ain’t nothing to see under there,” he said sadly, your heart that had been free-floating dropping immediately into your stomach.

You weren’t willing to argue, to even consider making him uncomfortable, and his dilemma to hold the line or give in manifested in the twitch of his jaw as his teeth gnashed together. The look you were giving him had him reconsidering, eyes doe-like and wide, fingers still frozen where he’d halted them, and with a rumbling sigh, he sat back on his heels to obey your silent wish.

The scars were impossible to miss, a large, gnarled one on his right side almost succeeding in pulling your attention, but you knew that was exactly what he’d been referring to and you had other intentions for it when the time was right. His face relaxed when yours gave no indication of the disgust he was clearly anticipating, instead watching the way your fingers reached out to stroke over the dark hair covering his toned pecs before sitting up to meet him.

His height advantage worked in your favor, leaving your lips even with the newly exposed skin before you to explore and lavish with affection. You wondered how long it had been since he’d had this when his muscles tensed at the first gentle press, the hiss of air being sucked through his teeth enough to have you checking in with him to ensure he was still content.

“You okay?” you breathed against his throat, your tongue laving out into the hollow.

“Yeah,” he quavered, “Been awhile, that’s all.”

Threading your fingers back into his hair, you laid back down, bringing him with you by the lips. He followed like a magnet to steel, orbiting around you with a newly discovered force, his hands shucking his jeans off and leaving him as bare as you, your thighs parting again allowing him to nestle in. You began with a hand, gripping his long, thick length with a stunned gasp that made him chuckle, one slow drag enough to have him lightly pulsing through your fist, forehead pressed tightly to yours as he sucked the air huffing from your parted lips.

He was yours to lead, the leaking tip of his cock notching against your entrance only at your guidance, your kiss permissing him to push forward into your heat until he was sheathed entirely, a few shallow thrusts needed to help you adjust to his size.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he exhaled against you, “Aren’t you a divine little thing?”

That had you clenching around him, his face contorting as he pushed back what you knew was already threatening to burst. You mewled as he began to rock slowly, his hand threading into your hair on the side of your head as he thrust into your waiting heat cautiously. He was holding back. You could tell. It was evident in the tension of his neck and shoulders, and no matter how voraciously you kissed him he didn’t let go.

“Joel...” you whimpered, hoping to spur him on as it had in the living room, “please.”

When your nails sunk into the skin of his back and dragged down a long scar on his shoulder blade, with a moaning sigh he snapped his hips into you brutally, his desperation running free. You spurred this new pace on with sounds of your own, wrapping your thighs around his waist and arms around his neck as he pulled you back down from where his force had pushed you into the headboard. Skin slapped skin, the wet squelching of your cunt was obscene but you didn’t care, all you could focus on was the pressure bearing down and the breathy, haggard moans in your ear.

As he sat back on his heels you couldn’t help but marvel at the man above you. Thick and shining with a thin sheen of sweat, he was glowing in the dim light from your bedside lamp. His hair was unruly, not that he ever did much with it anyway, but the way the silver strands were falling into his eyes made him look wild, feral, everything you knew he was deep down despite his quiet demeanor and warm smile that he gifted to so very few.

“God damn,” he sputtered, hands bringing your ankles up to his shoulders, his cock hitting even deeper and causing you to careen.

Abruptly, he pulled out and the loss of him had your eyes shooting open just in time to watch him lock his lips around your swollen folds. Large palms kept your knees up towards your chest as he lapped at you unapologetically, the change in sensation enough to consume you completely. His beard scraped against your oversensitized skin, his tongue hot and precise, and you were thankful for your lack of neighbors as the control over your pathetic noises finally shattered. You were loud and uninhibited and it only made him respond in kind. He was rumbling against your heat, his eyes locked on your fingers palming at your breasts and the way your mouth was hanging open in the euphoria he was giving you.

You were gasping his name now like it was the only word you could remember. Maybe it was. His tongue prodded and his lips suckled all while those intent hazel eyes stared at you, your body building up yet again for another powerful wave. Normally you’d have been nervous under that intent gaze, but here it only made you burn further. The slurping was obscene, you forced yourself to try and quiet so you could enjoy the sounds, the coarse hair covering the lower half of his face only heightening every pass and brush of him between your thighs.

White-hot heat finally seared through you as your back arched off the bed, his name once again echoing off the walls as he released your thighs to snap closed around his head, locking him in place as he continued to lap and tease at your overstimulated clit. Your body jerked with every featherlight touch, his tongue taking one last swirl around your opening to collect the sweetness that poured freely from your cunt before thrusting in again, his cock easily slipping in thanks to the rush of arousal he’d just coaxed free.

However, you didn’t give him long. A long-trapped carnal beast had been freed and it was your turn to introduce it to him. Before his pace could regulate, you sat up and pushed him by the chest to lay beside you, your body scrambling to situate with your head in his lap, your mouth pulling his weeping cock into your mouth and suctioning.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, “God damn, just like that.”

Now you had him. Your throat had eased enough to take him all the way in, your nose buried in the dark thatch of curls as you breathed through your nose. His eyes were reverent and pleading, the fingers in your hair gentle enough to not hold you in place, just scratch soothingly as you started to bob, the glucking sound of his cock in your mouth in perfect sync with his moans just loud enough for you to enjoy.

“This where you want it?” he panted, and you commended his ability to still even think about that, your hum of approval vibrating around him, “Atta girl…”

It didn’t take long for the salty, bitter tang of him to hit your tongue, your swollen lips locking around him once again to suck him clean as he whimpered and whined in bliss. But you weren’t done, not yet. As he collapsed down on the pillow, satiated and spent, your kiss traveled to that puckered, red marring on his right side, pressing adoringly onto the disfigured skin. It didn’t go unnoticed the way his eyes pinched shut and face twisted in a wave of emotion, his lower lip quivering as you brushed your nose over his stomach, returning to lavish what he’d been so ashamed of with the affection he deserved.

“C’mere please,” he whimpered, arms opening up for you to nestle into, his chest hair tickling against your cheek as he wrapped you up tightly in his hold, “That’s good. May I stay?”

“Yeah,” you sighed contentedly, your fingers drawing absentminded circles on his skin as your eyes fought to stay open, “Get the light, would ya?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He'd sleep the best he had in years that night, the smell of your floral shampoo whisking him off into pleasant dreams and quiet peace.

Joel Miller Masterlist

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #joel miller

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woodlaflababab · 1 month

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So, I got heavily inspired by this art by shange0211/Yishu and wanted to write a quick fic

This is just a snippet of Aang teaching Zuko how to dance.

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“Okay!” Aang started, brushing his hands over his robe to dispel nonexistent dust, “now that you know some simple solo moves, I want to teach you how to dance with other people.”

Zuko, who had progressively been getting over his reservations about this whole thing, went right back to looking at Aang like he was crazy. “What?”

“You know, dancing with a partner. Like the dragon dance, but uh,” Aang rubbed at the back of his head, “less firebending lessons.”

Zuko blinked at him a few times before putting his hands up and turning around. “No, I'm done.”

Before Zuko could take more than three steps, Aang was by his side, clinging to an arm. “Zuko!” Aang practically whined. “Come on, you've come this far, and dancing with other people is even more fun than dancing solo.” He tugged on Zuko's arm. “At least give it a shot.”

Zuko, becoming very familiar with this particular weakness of his, sighed and let Aang drag him to the middle of the room again.

“Okay, before I teach you any Fire Nation dances, I actually think we should start with a basic Earth Kingdom one.”

Zuko wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Why?”

“Fire Nation dances, while not as complicated as Water Tribe or air dances,” as Aang spoke, he backed away from Zuko and slid one hand behind his back while holding the other up in front of him, “move around, a lot.” With that, Aang started some dance routine, quickly moving across the floor.

As he went, working his way around the room in a large circle, Zuko felt like he could kind of see where Aang was completing half of a dance, watching him move as though there was some phantom he danced with that only he could see. Zuko decided not to examine his immediate dislike for this theoretical phantom too closely.

After a bit, Aang seemed to close up his dance, coming to stand before Zuko once again and holding his hands neatly behind his back before dropping them. “Earth kingdom dances, however, tend to be simpler and easier to learn. At least,” he shrugged, “the common ones. There are a lot of special dances they do in specific cities or areas but I don't know a whole lot of those.”

Zuko had to refrain from snorting. Imagine that, Aang not knowing something. The way he went on sometimes, one would think he'd seen everything there was to see.

Aang paused for a second to think before lighting up again. “Oh! I know which one we can start with. It's actually a nobleman's dance, the rich people do it at parties and stuff, and it's really simple, give me your hand.” He stuck his own hand out expectantly.

Zuko hesitated just to nonverbally make the point that he thought this was stupid, but placed his hand inside Aang's nonetheless. He was then immediately thrown off his game as Aang pulled him forward so his hand could go on Aang's waist while Aang's went to his shoulder. Before Zuko could really catch up, Aang already had his other hand and was holding it out to their sides.

“This is the basic stance. Sometimes you break apart for other moves, but for the most part, you get to just stay like this and it's all in the foot work.”

Aang grinned up at Zuko like that was supposed to reassure him, but Zuko was still trying to process the current situation.

“There's two parts to this, the lead and the follow. You should start by learning to lead though, that's what you're doing.” He nodded his head toward the side where he had his hand on Zuko's shoulder and Zuko's hand on his waist like that was supposed to mean anything to Zuko. “Now, just follow my steps. It's a basic three moves, okay?”

Aang looked up at him expectantly, and Zuko figured it sounded simple enough. Then something else occurred to him. “Wait, if I'm ‘leading’ why are you,” he hesitated as he tried to figure out how to word it, “leading?” was the word he uselessly landed on.

Thankfully Aang understood what he meant and let out a light easy laugh that coaxed some of the gathering tension from Zuko's shoulders. “It's just the name for things. Dancing isn't something you think about, you just do it. It doesn't matter what words you use, just follow me.”

“Whatever you say.” Zuko muttered.

Aang nodded before slowly taking a step back. It, a bit embarrassingly, took Zuko a second to figure out how he was supposed to follow Aang, but when he stepped forward to match Aang's movement, the proud grin he got as a reward seemed so much more poignant that close up.

Aang moved his other leg back in a bit of a sweep and Zuko, expecting it this time, followed along easily enough, ended by them bringing their feet back together. “Great!” Aang praised. “Now it's the same thing but backward, so now you step back.”

As he obeyed and repeated the moves backward, he found it was strangely gratifying as Aang moved with him step for step.

“Now we just do that box again.” With that, Aang once again stepped back.

Zuko followed after him as they moved smoothly through the cycle. It felt almost as easy as breathing, moving and matching Aang step for step and despite how simple the repetitive moves were, he was captivated. The flow of it, the simple trust that each step would be matched, how close they could be together and yet never run into each other.

He found himself staring at Aang as Aang watched their hands for some reason Zuko was sure he'd never really understand. The simple focus in Aang, the ease with which he did everything, as though there really was nothing to think about, just movements shared, it was all fascinating to Zuko.

So much so that it took Zuko a moment to realize he was probably staring too hard when Aang turned back to him and gave him a weird look. Then it was Zuko's turn to look at their hands, but even that caught his eye in such an unexpected way. Getting to see the blue arrow cradled in his own hand as they glided over the floor, never wavering, like it was meant to rest there, caused a confusing flux of emotion he couldn't quite name.

Not that he'd ever been particularly good at that to begin with, but he felt even more lost than usual, like there was something he was missing.

“Zuko?”

Zuko's focus snapped back to Aang who was looking at him with an amused confusion. “You look like you're thinking, and I'm pretty sure I just said no thinking.” He teased and thankfully didn't ask about the thinking. Zuko had no idea how he'd answer.

So instead he latched onto the familiar easiness of teasing. “Sorry, not all of us can magically turn off our brains whenever we want.”

Aang's wide amused grin was almost difficult to witness when he was standing that close. “It's really not that hard. Maybe I should teach you how to meditate next.”

Zuko scowled. “I know how to meditate.”

“But you're really bad at it.” Aang pointed out without mercy. “Besides, maybe if I'm there it'll be easier to not overthink things.”

Zuko, for some strange reason, highly doubted that.

#i headcanon that the dance he did with katara was actually a water tribe dance #not a fire nation one #i have a long list of headcanons specifically about atla dancing #and yes #i have them specifically because I love the idea of Aang teaching Zuko to dance #zukaang #atla #fic #woodlaflababab

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onceuponastory · 9 months

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Oh, doesn't he just look perfect? And funnily enough, I had an idea for a Bucky AU floating around in my head, and this gif gave me the perfect push to write it. So thank you for the gif, love!

An Intriguing Stranger

Plot: Despite how poorly Y/N's night at the Gallery of Contemporary Art is going, it soon starts to look up when she meets a handsome stranger. However, he has a secret of his own. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Some swearing and a mention of alcohol. Also Bucky and reader mocking some art. If I miss any triggers, please let me know!

"Care for a drink, ma'am?" A waiter asks, and Y/N grabs a glass off his tray with a smile, following it up with an hors d'oeuvre a moment later. She glances down at the tiny morsel of food in her hand.

"Fucking rich people portions." She hisses. Although, considering where she currently is, the small portions are not too surprising.

Right now, Y/N is standing in the entrance foyer of the Brooklyn Gallery of Contemporary Art. For the longest time, she's wanted to challenge herself, to learn more about the world around her. And what better way to seem cultured than to go to an event hosted at said art gallery?

The only problem is that the second she stepped through the door, Y/N immediately realised that she doesn't like most of the art on display. Unfortunately, though, the ticket cost her a lot of money, and it'll look weird if she leaves so soon after arriving. But mainly, Y/N doesn't want to go because she spent so much time getting ready that she doesn't want her efforts to be wasted. Even if she's not enjoying herself, she'll be damned if she doesn't let everyone see how good she looks.

And besides... not all the art is awful.

Grabbing another filled glass off of the waiter's tray, Y/N stops in front of another painting. The colours are bright, too bright for her liking. She wrinkles her nose disapprovingly.

"Like what you see?" a voice sounds, and Y/N looks up to see a man standing beside her. He runs a hand through his shoulder length brunette hair, smiling at her.

Damn, he's cute. A lot better looking than the art, anyway.

And oh crap, he's staring.

"Well. I don't, really." She admits. The man raises a brow, smirking.

"Oh, really? How so?"

"It's just so bright, and in your face. It looks like the artist just dumped a load of paint on the canvas with no thought of how it would look, or to make something with it. It looks like blobs." A part of her is confused by why she's suddenly unloading her negative opinion on this complete, albeit handsome, stranger, but somehow she already feels comfortable enough around him to do so.

Thankfully, though, the stranger doesn't seem to mind. "I agree. It's chaotic, but I'm not sure if it's in a good way." He nods, tilting his head and nibbling on his finger, as if deep in thought. "It's as if the artist was drunk, and had no care for the complexities of art. He just wanted to make some kind of statement, a 'fuck you', to the expectations of the modern art world."

Damn, this guy really knows his stuff.

Y/N nods, leaning closer to see who the offending artist is. A small plaque reads:

Untitled. James Buchanan Barnes. 2021

"He didn't even title it! Do you think that's part of his 'fuck you' statement?" The man's laughter rings through the air, and soon Y/N's joins it.

"Oh, I know it was." The man clears his throat, grinning once more. "If I may say ma'am, you look wonderful tonight." Heat settles on Y/N's cheeks, and she feels her stomach fluttering. Despite knowing how good she looks tonight, the handsome stranger actually mentioning it is making her go all weak at the knees.

"Thank you." She smiles. But before either of them can say anything else,

"There you are!" another person calls, and Y/N notices an immaculately dressed woman striding over to them. A badge pinned to her chest says 'Gallery Director.' Immediately, fear and guilt fill her veins, and Y/N wonders if she's about to be thrown out of the gallery for her cheek towards the paintings, her chance to seem cultured over before it even began. However, the woman breezes past her, the scent of her undoubtedly expensive perfume intoxicating, and instead, she focuses on the man standing beside her. She takes his hand, shaking it tightly. "My dear friend, it's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you could make it."

"It's a pleasure to be here, Natasha." He grins.

"There's a champagne reception for all the guests of honour upstairs. I'd love to see you there." Y/N raises a brow. Her new friend seems to have a lot more influence than she originally thought. Perhaps he's a friend of the gallery? Or a news reporter ready to cover the event?

"I'd like that." As the woman departs, Y/N smirks.

"You didn't tell me you were famous around here." Now, though, it's the man's turn to smirk.

"Allow me to introduce myself." He takes her hand, shaking it. "James Buchanan Barnes. Pleasure to meet you."

James Buchanan Barnes. Huh, that's funny, that's the same name as...

And then, the rudest awakening Y/N's ever experienced hits her, raining down like a tonne of bricks.

Oh shit.

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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me: don't think about it

me: Charlie going to the demon over lords like "hey look! heaven attacked and we fought and (mostly) didn't die and a sinner got yeeted up to heaven! Will you please support my (newly rebuilt) hotel now??"

(most) demon over lords looking at charlie like: shit the second most powerful person currently in hell, who was BORN with that power, is trying to fuck up the power that WE clawed our way to the top of (she's ruining it by giving sinners hope) (meaning they won't be so eager to sell themselves off to bigger demons) (meaning bigger demons will have less power) (if she has it her way they'll be fewer sinners at ALL) (which won't work) (bc this is all still Stupid) (BUT) (if the people of hell start thinking they have a chance...) AND she wants us to stick OUR necks on the line in the fight against heaven (who don't traditionally go after her or her family anyway but love hunting US) now she's also got her dad actively backing her up, so we can't just say a flat "no" or try fighting her over it, especially not since she's shown herself to be not so lame after all.... we need a way to get all of hell doubting and mistrusting her, so they don't go to her hotel thing instead of to us... but what can we use against her? what weak spot does she h-

over lords, looking over at charlie's girlfriend vaggie, and her newly returned, never-before mentioned angel wings: ......Hmmm...

charlie: trying to explain that her gf WAS an exorcist yes ok, and sure she DID kill lots of sinners but- No charlie didn't know that when they started dating but they've worked through it and vaggie- look she fought on hell's side during the hotel battle she was right there with charlie up in heaven advocating for sinners getting a second chance-

What? Yeah she, she went back to heaven that one time. No I guess she's not banished exactly, they just tore off her wings and left her to die here after she- NO she does NOT want to go back- yes ok she COULD but she doesn't WANT to, the hotel is her home now and- look she almost died fighting for it-

it wasn't a LIE, she just, she was scared and didn't tell the truth! What do you mean "can't trust your judgment"? I know her and I knew she'd have my back and she DID, the whole POINT of the hotel, which WORKS by the way, is that people can change-

NO SHE ISN'T SPYING ON US FOR HEAVEN! she hates them! no I'm not "just" saying that because "she said so" I can TELL we've been together for THREE YEARS- YES FINE SHE WAS HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME ALL THAT TIME OKAY but look at what she's done and been DOING! Yes, thank you Caramilla- she got her wings back and used them to fight for- she- WHAT?! NO! She's the hotel manager- she's OUR hotel's manager- she can't leave, that's- wh- fire her? It's her HOME! I'm her partner not her boss!! No I'm not listening to this! This is stupid- the whole hotel wouldn't even BE a thing if I hadn't MET her and it wouldn't work without her! I-

vaggie: I'll go vaggie: charlie's being modest. she's got things covered here vaggie: I'll be hell's spy in heaven, if it'll help. IF you all support the hotel.

and the overlords smile and promise-

(of course of course they will, really, it's nothing against her just a little PR issue, a matter of building trust, so naturally she'll report only to them yes? she and charlie will make a little deal not to contact each other otherwise? they're just worried, you see, wouldn't want an angel taking advantage of the princess of hell's confidence again, so glad she understands)

-nice and sharp and already watching eagerly as charlie's newfound backbone crumples while she stares at vaggie, wordless again just like up in heaven, and doesn't react when vaggie takes her hand and gives her a pleading look-

back at the hotel, alone, vaggie is swapping out her hotel vest for the clothes she was in when they met, wrinkled and crammed at the bottom of drawer, while charlie sits on their bed refusing to watch. vaggie doesn't pack for heaven. she walks over with just her spear and holds it out- here. she'll feel better, about being away, if charlie keeps this with her. charlie doesn't take it. charlie doesn't answer. charlie's crying and she latches on tight when vaggie drops the spear to hug her. she should've been able to stop this- she can't keep the hotel running on her- she doesn't WANT to TRY doing this alone-

she won't be. vaggie reminders her, lucifer and the others are all here, charlie isn't alone anymore. she's got the hotel. she's GOT this. and vaggie will come back

but she's tired of being scared and she's not gonna risk both their dream because of it. not again.

so, vaggie goes to heaven, supposedly to help sir pentious settle into his new life up there, with the help of emily to smooth things over and the fact that adam and lute swept her under the rug instead of making her fall an official thing- and considering the circumstances, emily argues, they were in the wrong anyway, especially now a sinner HAS been redeemed

meanwhile charlie stays in hell, at the hotel, without her.

and she's short tempered with worry, impatient with the everyday problems of the hotel- vaggie up in heaven with LUTE the woman who ripped out her eye ripped off her wings tried to kill her- all because charlie couldn't convince the overlords- couldn't convince (wasn't enough to convince?) vaggie to STAY- and,

the other's notice, notice that asking how things are NOW is too raw but asking about the past is easier, lighter, get's charlie lost in memory instead of on of her worry spirals, and there's flashbacks of them getting together- there's vaggie up in heaven quiet and listless as she shadows sir pentious around keeping lute at bay and he looks over at her nervously, he brings up how much he misses cherri, and how he could use a few relationship tips for when she (surely) eventually ends up here too-

charlie and vaggie, both of them apart in the present, neither of them okay, maybe vaggie's snooping up in heaven leads her to lilith and gets her in trouble- maybe charlie makes deals she regrets down in hell trying to keep things going without her- but we see them in the past, together, and them pulling on those memories now, trying to get back to each other again

or something like that.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #future au idea?#angst #vaggie not wanting to go back to heaven so SO much but she'll do it she'll go if her being at the hotel is making things worse #charlie who knows this is a BAD IDEA. really VERY BAD #buuuuut it is actually something she can survive it turns out #and vaggie does realize the idea was dumb #and she DOES come back #and everything is FINE #THEY'LL BE #FINE #this idea doesn't work without a very happy ending ok #no #i don't care if emily has to emotionally drop kick vaggie back into hell the reunion will be very sweet

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mywritingonlyfans · 1 year

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The Car's about you. // Alex Turner X Reader.

Filling the request: I know you haven't been writing much but I'd like you to consider writing something with Alex where they're split but he dedicates the whole new album to her. pls 🥺🙏

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"Al?" Your worried filled the room, making Alex, even if tired, slowly open his eyes to you.

"Why're you 'ere?" He wasn't harsh, his tone was soft and you felt like you could cry in front of him for missing his voice so much.

Trying to avoid curiosity for what was to come, as well as the tension, Jamie, who had forced you there, replied, "Well, since you don't want to listen to us, we bring her to you." He shrugged, as if it was obvious Alex needed you in a predicament of his even though you weren't together anymore.

Thanking you, Jamie kissed your forehead and left, leaving you and Alex, who was pale and somewhat thinner, in nothing but silence that was deafening.

"You look terrible." Your face shuddered, making him mentally conclude that he'd still rather be in pain than see you going through it.

"Thank you," he laughed humorlessly, avoiding any pre-concert efforts.

His eyes squeezed shut as he sat down on the couch, refusing to let himself believe he felt a little dizzy. He was always stubborn, he knew that, just as he was sure that if you asked him to treat himself better, he would.

"When it started, Al?" You knelt down in front of him, sensing his temperature by his forehead and neck. Your eyes avoided looking directly into his, something that cut him like a knife.

Ignoring the answer, since both knew the answer to it all, he asked what had been on his mind since the release, "Did you hear the new album?"

You bit your lip, taking a deep breath. You adjusted his blazer and allowed yourself to look at him, his eyes drooping, looking tired but he was still your Alex, you would never forget that. You stroked his curls, which were shorter since you last saw him, and you felt better to see him snuggle into your touch.

"Not yet, Al," he looked disappointed.

You took off your cardigan, duly oversized as usual, and draped it over him. More relaxed, he sighed in relief because you were there for him.

"I brought some medicine that might help, could you take some before the concert?" You asked as if he were a child.

Before you could get them out of your bag, he grabbed your hand.

"It's just a cold, I can handle it."

"Can you really?" You raised your eyebrows, ready to give a sermon but then retreated, remembering that he was nothing yours anymore. Still, he expected to see you mad at him for not taking care of himself, not doing the right things and choices, he missed that. "It's only getting worse, Al. You know that, otherwise Jamie wouldn't have called me countless times." Your voice was quiet, on an exhausted sigh. It was hard to say if you couldn't bear to hear from him or you were tired of seeing him mistreating himself and having to hear such reports from people close to him. Your serenity, even when you were mad at him, was one of the things he loved about you, even in fights it was clear how much you only exploded when it was to show how much you care and can't tolerate that anymore.

"I 'ate Jamie," He wrinkled his nose, reaching for your meds.

"You love the boys for taking care of you." You smiled in victory and he couldn't help but smile to you.

"How're you feelin'? Don't you think that continuing to sing and movin' to another country all the time will harm you?" He wanted to hate you for those questions, but he couldn't. Touring kept his mind busy and he enjoyed it, however, it was obvious you were right.

He rubbed his eyes hard, stretching his body. "Tired, not tired of not bein' able to sing, but I feel like my voice is startin' to feel like I'm feelin' different. My chest hurts, I feel weak and sometimes it's 'ard to breathe."

"And you're sure it's just a cold?" You asked in disbelief as he coughed dryly. "And you're puttin' up with all this without even taking a pill?"

He nodded. Sometimes he felt like he deserved it, for example, when you came to his mind late at night and he remembered that he just let you go without doing anything about it.

"You are hurtin' people 'round you, in addition to takin' chances with your voice," you didn't proceed, you just kept reflective.

"Do I 'urt you by doin' this?"

Swallowing hard, you replied, "let's just say it's not nice to hear that you're away from most of your family and friends and you're hurting yourself by being stubborn, Alex."

There was silence, this time far from uncomfortable. You avoided looking at each other for a few moments until that failed, soon he had taken your hand and when you didn't pull back, he felt a shred of hope left.

"Are you stayin' for the concert? You need to 'ear the new album, and it sounds like a good opportunity..." he suggested, refusing to put it off any longer.

"Al," Before you could continue, he interrupted himself.

"That'll be the last one before I seek for help. You stay and I'll see the doctor."

"Promise?" You asked in a low voice, weak smile. "Like tomorrow?"

"Do you want me to see a doctor tomorrow?"

"Yeah, if you're already goin' to make me stay here for longer," he bit his lip with a bitter reminder that you weren't his anymore and there was no point in you sticking around for several days. Still, he felt like a failure knowing that your plans didn't involve seeing the concert, but just convincing him of something he knew he should be doing. He was afraid that you weren't there for him, but rather, for fear of the boys' insistence, as if he was going to die if he didn't get any help. "I want to know what you have, and what you're going to need to do, okay? If you need rest, you go rest and take some days off!"

He nodded, still laughing humorlessly. His eyes followed you as you got up, gathering your things for yourself and leaving him with only the warmth of your cardigan, that luckily had your essence to comfort him.

"You'll be 'round?" He asked, hoping you'd tell him where you were staying. He imagined coming to you after the concert, but you were smarter.

"I do not know yet," you refused to look at him. He knew you, he knew you were meticulous enough to already have everything planned out for the trip, as you probably thought a thousand times before going to him, and knowing you so well had never hurt him so much. You didn't want to deal with him. "I think I better go, I'll see you in a few, Al," He nodded with a funereal smile.

"See ya, lil' one," his tone was sad, it no longer seemed worth trying to hide it.

Sighing deeply, before leaving you answered about the album, "I'm dying to hear you sing again, but I can't since the last time. I can't bring myself to listen to the new release because I hate to think about you and wonder how you are, it's hard enough to deal with the band being all over the place because of engagement over the album. I hope you understand, it wasn't my bad will, I would have called you after listening to it, I believe it's nothing but amazing like almost everything you do, Al. I just couldn't put myself to it." Leaving a speechless Alex, you got out, feeling your eyes fill with tears as Jamie and Matthew stopped you.

"He's great?" It was funny how general the question was but you knew what he wanted to hear.

"Yeah, he'll be. He told me he's going to see someone tomorrow, he's taken some medicine and he's not going to cancel today's concert. He doesn't look well at all, I don't think he'll be advised to stick to this routine any longer." You said with difficulty, feeling a lump in your throat. You wanted to catch the next flight back home and just call him the next day and ask how everything went, but you had promised him.

"I feel relieved that he's going to see one, we've been talkin' 'bout it for weeks and he won't listen to us." Jamie continued, making you only then, in the midst of your bewildered head, realize that he was the one who asked.

"I'm going to my room, I need to sort out some things from work," you tried to get away.

"You're stayin'?" Matthew asked, looking you up and down strangely. "For Alex?" He frowned.

"I don't know," you knew you would, but you didn't know the answer to that. It was hard to tell if you were doing this for him or for yourself or out of fear.

Matthew looked at Jamie, in a boyish smile so characteristic of him. "You haven't heard the album, huh?" Jamie rolled his eyes but seeing you agreeing, Matthew's satisfaction made sense. You could tell there had been some sort of inside joke/understanding between them.

"Why?" The obsession with the questions about the album was already starting to feel like something wrong.

"Nothing, I think, if I were you I wouldn't have listened either. Alex's a dickhead." You just nodded.

Without you've even said anything, producers called their name and they had to go, they left laughing amongst themselves like a derivative of an 'I told you so' before leaving you with cozy hugs and kisses on the forehead. You missed them, no more than Alex, but you did.

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Knowing where he was was suffocating, he was downstairs, in the number of which now rang in your head. The urge to call or come down to see if he was feeling better was almost maddening, yet you remained still, quiet uneasy, with Jamie's short messages updating you on things. You could imagine Jamie saying how much you still cared for Alex to him, but you were unable to try to guess how Alex felt about it.

You had opened Google a couple of times, typing in their name and threatening to open any album information. Your courage was gigantic, but you didn't want to risk hearing Alex's voice, didn't even want to think about how you were going to put up with an entire concert of theirs in a few.

When you opened the cover of the new album online, passing your eyes quickly over the names of the songs, you gave up, locking your screen and putting it aside. Deep down you wanted to hear it, obviously, but you knew how good Alex was at describing feelings, and while you suspected you weren't described in them, you didn't really want to know. This could hurt more than you would ever imagine, and you didn't want that.

"Would you be able to arrange tea for after the night? Maybe lemon, ginger or even eucalyptus?" You offered a smile to the producer who was at the side of the stage minutes before it started, trying your best not to look like a boring nutcase.

The man looked to you quickly, returning to his duties. "I can work on it. Anything else?"

You were surprised, not expecting such an answer, and then you continued with the same affectionate expression as if you had been a puppy that fell out of the moving truck. "Maybe warm water bottles and some hot towels too?" You smiled wider, "I don't wanna be a pain, he's just not feeling too well."

"It's fine," the man nodded. "You're Alex's girlfriend, right?"

You didn't say anything, and before you could think to deny it, he cut you off. "You guys did such a great job on the new album."

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With the man's words still ringing in your head, you walked to the side of the stage, seeing Jamie looking at you and Matthew smiling when he saw you, waving his drumstick lightly. They were probably already on the second or third song.

Alex hadn't noticed you, and as stunned as you were, it took you a while to actually hear and make his words coherent.

He was in your black cardigan from earlier, covering his light blue shirt. His hands were in the air, his voluminous hair blowing and the dark glasses in his eyes made him look even more perfect; as usual. However, it was inevitable not to notice how his voice was different, cracked and tired, and his movements seemed slower than usual, anyone could tell he was trying too hard to be there.

It was all just as dizzying as you thought it would be, the pain in your heart was real, knowing that you didn't belong there anymore.

"… And if we guess who I'm pretending to be/Do we win a prize?/Having attempted twice, both incorrectly/Do we get a third try?…"

Your mouth hovered open, recognizing those words that eventually composed into a melody. You had written that for him, on a napkin during a trip supposed to be relaxing for both of you. Only then, you started to absorb every phrase from the songs, making sure you took note of every new one that he was going to sing.

As the lyrics went on, your eyes filled with tears, Alex hadn't failed to bring nostalgia to it all, it was like you could transport yourself back to that day, having him wake you up with wet kisses in the morning, brunch at the hotel already with bathing suits and the incessant indirect due insecurities. His voice was painful, even in the older songs, and something told you it wasn't just because he was unwell.

"But now the orchestra's got us all surrounded/And I cannot for the life of me remember how they go,"

Your heart squeezed again, not only the line, but also the words, which often seemed disconnected to many, made complete sense to you; as if they were actually made with you in mind.

And by following with, "Whilst wonderin' if your mother still ever thinks of me," completed by, "So predictable, I know what you're thinkin'/I'm watching your every move/I feel the tears are coming on/It won't be long/It won't be long." Not only did you burst into tears, but you cursed yourself for thinking that in all this time, he didn't care about you or that he'd ever be able to keep memories of yourself with him.

Alex had no idea you were there, amidst the dark and fervent flashes of light, he couldn't identify you, though you could tell his lost gaze was searching for you.

With silent tears running down your chin and almost blinding you, before the concert could come to an end, you looked around for familiar faces. You needed a copy of the album.

"Hey, hey," as a signal, James gripped your shoulders. "Are you okay? Does Alex know you're here?"

You shook your head, not quite sure whether you were saying yes or no, but he understood that your answer was that you couldn't say.

"It's just that's, huh, if something happened to you Alex would kill us." That phrase, with Alex's voice singing Humbug songs, brought back damn flashbacks to how Alex always made sure you were okay when you visited on tour, he made such a big deal out of it, since he knew how introverted you could get sometimes. At the moment, you felt ungrateful.

"I'm good," you pushed back the tears, so more could take up space. "I really need to see the album, do you have it with you?" He nodded, forcing himself to ignore your shaky voice.

He pulled out The Car, in a completely paper cover, as a mere sampler, and placed it in your hands, making sure that the ones that were selling were the same as those printed.

Out of breath in your lungs, you flipped through it quickly, seeing right on the first page one, "With all love and admiration, this is dedicated, as well as co-writing, to my girl." And just below that was your name, in full.

You thought you weren't capable of crying even more, but it was impossible to help. You could feel your face bloated and the salty taste wash over you. Still not fully aware of your senses, you flipped through the lyrics, confirming that each one of them had your name on it, as if you had worked on it together, something that never happened. He had paid attention to details/lines/memories and then described, and yes, it was all about you.

Before the concert was over, it wouldn't be possible to read all of them in full, but what you saw and heard was more than enough. At that, you grabbed the copy of the album, which was now marked with your tears, and walked back to where you were earlier. Watching them wave goodbye and promising to be back soon while you didn't back down from going after Alex.

As in a scene from a movie, Matthew held Alex's shoulders, directing him towards you, who was failing to stop your tears.

Al's tired eyes seemed to take on a new sparkle, but the moment he noticed your state, his face darkened. Seeing the album in your hand, he knew, but before he could even question it, you were already thrown into him. Your arms laced around his neck and your feet on tiptoe as you squeezed him with all your capacity, and he hugged you back as if he could take your pain for him. And suddenly, the knot in your throat felt tighter and it burned, if before you cried silently now you were imperceptible like a sobbing monster.

"Hey, lil' one," he pushed your hair back to try to see your face, an act that was totally in vain. You buried your head in his chest, holding him to you in fear that you might lose him. "Don't cry, babe, c'mon, tears is one thing that shouldn't be on your face."

"I'm sorry, I'm really am," your body shook as he held your face, kissing the salty drops that insisted on falling. Looking at you like that suffocated him, so his eyes were also filled with water.

"It was nobody's fault, we know that." His forehead pressed against yours, curls messy and clinging to your hair. His nose brushed yours, he refused to take any steps away from you. "It's in the past, right?" he asked through his ragged breaths. You still felt his body as warm as earlier, you still wanted to gift-wrap Al and send him home with you to London, forcing him to take care of himself.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch on you. It felt like there was no one else there but you. He kept his hands cupping your face and due to your delay in responding, he lifted your chin towards him. "I hope you weren't upset by the album, it was like a gift to you, I thought you deserved somethin' special. Oh, and it's not plagiarism, I gave you the credits." He kissed your cheek, so subtly, as if you were going to slip through his fingers.

You nodded, you had liked it enough to be there for him, just as you still loved him immensely to have made such a trip to him after hearing how badly he was doing.

"I need you, Al," and it was all you said to feel his lips on yours, his strong arms, yet so gentle, pulling you to him as you took your time amid the salty tears. The feeling was the same, as if you had never been apart.

Minutes later, you were interrupted by applause from the boys and some technicians. You laughed sheepishly and Alex bowed, pretending to thank the tiny audience.

"Stay with me?" He whispered in your ear, hugging you from the side.

"'til you get better?" You kissed his nose, laughing.

"Well, yeah," he wrapped you to himself again, fitting his head to the top of yours, "but also, until we recover the absence of all wasted time."

You smile wider, "I'm all yours, Al."

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #alex turner fanfic #alex turner imagine #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you

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dipperdc · 10 months

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Kiss Me, Baby Please

Vil x FEM! Reader

Synopsis: Vils perfect. In looks, school, and in bed. You wanna know what he's like in a relationship, will he show you?

toxic(?) Vil, smut, blowjob, fingering, brat reader, fluff at the end

God, he looks perfect. He always does. You can't help but stare a little. Stare at how his face stays perfectly neutral. His hair falls perfectly, framing his face. His body moves so elegantly when he walks it's bordering on enchanting.

And those lips, those lips that left smudged lipstick all over your face and neck. Those hands that were roaming your body just last night. And now he refuses to touch you. It's not like you guys were official. Just fuck buddies who were also friends outside the bedroom. But fuck did you want to be called his partner so bad. Wanted him to wrap his arm around your waist when walking to class. Kiss your cheek goodbye. Slam you against his bed and rail you. I guess he already does that last part. But you want people to know he's yours, and your his. That you get to fuck this perfect man and they don't.

But alas Vil has a reputation to keep up, and he might not even like you that way. But he does find you sexually attractive and that you can use to your advantage. Just to tease him a little.

So you wait until now, in the middle of class. The teacher had left you all with instructions to do the work yourself. Bored out of your mind, you notice Vil. Sitting and looking pretty as usual. deciding how you wanna fuck with him, you settle for the most basic, overused move to start.

you let your pencil roll off your desk and Infront of Vils. walking Infront you bend over, letting him get a clear view of your ass. you hear him clear his throat behind you. you turn to see him looking around in case anyone else saw you. his cheeks flush a slight pink and he glares at you.

"Don't look so mad Vil, your gonna get wrinkles." you cheerfully smiled at him. turning to walk back to your desk, he grabs your arm.

"That was heavily inappropriate and unrefined to do that in an educational environment. have you no shame?" he whispered in a harsh tone, still glaring at you. you glare back at him and yank your arm out of his grasp.

"It's heavily inappropriate and unrefined to fuck one of your peers in each other's dorms," you stated sticking your tongue out at him, "plus you didn't seem to have any shame, burying your face in this pus-" he cuts you off with putting his hand to your mouth. you smirk at his shocked face.

"what are you getting at? do you wanna be punished later?" he says moving his hand away from your mouth.

"Oh, punished? you gonna punish me Vil? let everyone know Im slutting out one of the schools most poised dormleaders?" You whispered. enjoying the sight of his increasing annoyance. "Show everybody how I ride that dick and make your knees weak"

"Well since you seem to be putting your mouth to good use now, let's see if you can keep up later" he's still glaring at you with such a menacing stare. intimidation and grace practically oozing off him, with a hint of sadism.

but I mean hey, you know he's not actually gonna hurt you and you get dicked down later. A win is a win. and luckily this was the last class of the day.

As quickly as you got back to your seat, you were already up again, and being dragged by Vil. He was dragging you all the way to his dorm room. Shutting down any remarks you tried to make on the way, he seemed pissed. once at his dorm he semi threw you on the bed and locked the door behind him.

"you just had to give me a hard time today, huh? tell me why is it that today you decide to lack any decency?" He crosses his arms and stares you down.

"I ain't the only one you should talk to for lack of decency. wanna talk about you? oh so great celebrity fucks his classmate then acts ignorant after?" you shout at him, letting your frustration show. he seems surprised but amused that your anger is directed towards him.

"oh really? i'm sure you'd rather be doing the dirty stuff than talking about it," his voice gets dangerously low. your eyes widen. "get on your knees for me, yeah? You wanted this then fine" he unbuckles his belt with one hand.

You get off the bed and onto your knees. The frustration washing away and the thought of what he'd do to you. You unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. Pulling off his pants, you kiss at his bulge through his boxers. He groans a bit at the feeling, biting his lip to keep his noises in. You take off his boxers and let his dick spring out. You grab the base of his dick and leave kisses and small licks down the shaft. You gently kiss the tip before putting the it in your mouth and sucking. He lets out a shuttered breath and shivers a bit.

"You can take more than that, yeah? the way you've been running your mouth I'm sure you can" he places his hand in the back of your head. "you remember tap twice to stop?" you nod and he pushes your head down on his cock. You moan around him and he grunts. Feeling him hitting the back of your throat all you can do is hold back a gag and keep sucking. "Yeah, yeah, just like that, god your such a slut. Making a drooling mess all over my cock" he breathily whispers and grunts.

At this point his hips are thrusting into your mouth and his hand is holding you steady. You can feel him twitch on your tongue. You take him deep and swallow. You feel his body cave slightly, his legs twitch, and your mouth fills with his cum. You pull off his dick and let some of his cum dribble down your lips while swallowing the rest.

He lets his hand reach down and his thumb swipes the excess before putting it back in your mouth. You suck in his thumb a little before he takes it out and smears your spit on your cheek. "Up" is all he says and you rise off your knees. He backs you up to the bed and you let yourself fall into it. He climbs on top of you and stares into your eyes "Your so pretty, my dear," he kisses you gently. Something about the way he kisses you feels so sweet yet to passionate. Your almost fooled into believing he cares for you. He starts kissing down your jaw to your neck. Leaving his lipstick marks in his wake, he unbuttons your school shirt. He leaves kisses down your chest while his hands grab at your chest through your bra. He taps your side and you get the hint to lift yourself a bit. His hand reaches behind to unclip your bra and slide your button down off your shoulders.

You can't help the little sounds that leave your mouth and he keeps touching you. your mind feels foggy and hazed. he keeps kissing your chest while his hand trails down your stomach. "your skin is so soft," he says between kisses, "you must be keeping up with the skincare I gave you". His hands reach the waistband of your skirt and you lift your hips so he can pull them off.

He doesn't even bother looking down to see the wet spot on your panties. He can easily feel it with his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. "your so wet, have you been like this since class?"

the feeling of his hands on you feels hot. The way his beautiful, violet eyes stare at you leaves you speechless. you mind is so hyper focused on his touch, it all feels overwhelming. suddenly he spanks your pussy. not harshly but enough to make you jolt. "answer me, darling. I asked you a question"

"ye-yes, yes. I wanted you to touch me..." you said, barely audible but he heard you. Your eyes look away from him, the shame is so much to actually look him in the eye.

"oh don't be shy now, what happened to that bratty attitude earlier?" his hand rubs at you through your panties. his fingers seem to know the right spots after fucking you for a while now. "don't tell me now all your self respect is back" he leans up to your face. making you look him in the eye while he's still touch you.

"Mm, I still hah~ have self respect" you mumble.

"you remember the safe word right?" he asks. you nod and he continues. he moves your panties out if the way and rubs up and down your slit. he taps at your clit and you gasp a little. "that's so nice isn't it?" he strokes up and down faster, you feel your walls tighten up around nothing. "your so, so pretty, my love"

God, all these let names give you mixed signals. does he love you or not? why call you all these pet names? those thoughts flood away with the feeling of your orgasm approaching. you feel your eyes rolling back and you back arching. you grip at the sheets and you legs twitch, so close to bliss. but he stops everything right as your about to release. you whine and glare at him.

"Do you really think I'd let everything you did today go? Brats don't deserve to cum, no matter how pretty" he says as he rubs your thigh.

"take your own advise" you snap.

"Excuse me?" he shoves both his fingers inside you, and he curls them to your spot. You feel your eyes roll back and your jaw open wide. "Really, and I was thinking of going a little easier on you"

"Mm-m, I'm sorry" you gasp out. The sudden pleasure clouding all your senses. He moves his fingers inside of you, massaging that special spot. You were losing your shit. Unable to think of anything but his fingers.

"What was that?" You both knew full well that he heard you. Well maybe you didn't, already drunk on pleasure.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You babble out. You couldn't think straight. His fingers just wouldn't let up inside you. You could feel yourself clenching on his fingers. You body shaking and so, so close to cumming.

At the feeling of you tightening around his fingers he pulled out. You whined again, your legs thrashing around.

"Calm down now, we still have the rest of the day to go" he rubs your thighs again to calm you down. After some time he goes back to fingering you. Cooing at all you reactions and all your cries when he denies your orgasms. You eyes are filled with tears, and your body is shaking. It almost hurts but it hurts so good. You want more. So much more. You just wanna cum.

"you ready for my cock now? You think you deserve it?" He asks, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yes! Yes! Please! Fuck me, I wanna cum!"

He aligns his dick with your hole, "alright then," he slowly pushes himself in with ease. "God, fuck" he groans. Pausing a bit to compose himself and give you time to adjust.

Your mind just went numb with the way he filled you up. Feeling so stuffed in the best way possible. Tears start running down your face at the overwhelming sensation. He asks if you okay before he starts moving. Starting slow but gradually speeding up. You can't help but moan. Totally unaware of anything but his cock drilling into you. You could feel every vein. His tip just repeatedly slammed into your g spot.

Vil kisses you and all over your neck again. He's groaning and moaning slightly. He feels so good he doesn't want to ever stop. Your arms are wrapped around him, careful not to leave scratches on his skin. Your screaming his name.

"Your so good so me, yeah. Such a pretty little slut, all for me. Your all mine yeah?" He starts mindlessly rambling. It's obvious he's getting close but so are you.

His thrusts get sloppy and his eyes are starting roll slightly. Your hips can't help but push back into him. Your back arching and hands gripping the sheets for dear life. The both of you are reaching your peaks. Vil leans down to nuzzles his face into your neck.

"I love you" he groans out as he cums.

You almost don't catch it as you mind blacks out as you cum before coming back down. Once you calm down from your high it registers. You look at him surprised, and he just looks back at you, awaiting your response. You kiss him with the most feeling you could muster. The most meaningful kiss you two have ever shared so far. A kiss that confirms your love.

You both pull away and you mutter an "I love you too" against his lips. He smiles at you, with the most loving gaze anyone's ever seen on Vil. He nuzzles back into your neck and you catch your breath. Enjoying the calm atmosphere, you yelp when you feel him move inside you again.

"You didn't think we were done just yet, did you?"

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No Longer a Secret pt 6

Summary: The one with A LOT of planning and phone-calls.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 7.1k

Rating: PG, age gap

TWs: none

A/N: So... I honestly wasn't planning on writing it today, but welp - it kinda spilled, so here we go... There is not a lot of action in this one, but a few Original Characters were very briefly introduced. Most of them will become a part of this story, so if you have any questions about them - please feel free to ask. One day, when there will be more of them included, I will most likely make a separate post dedicated to them, but for now - there are comments, asks, and messages :)

Taglist: @crimeshowjunkie, @omgsuperstarg

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Of course, there was a party after the race. Your first one with the team... And you seriously considered it being the last one, because currently you could hear the grass growing with your whole body and it hurt like a motherfucker. How the rest of the people on the jet weren't hungover? You had no idea. It must have been witchcraft. Because you couldn't explain it any other way, since you were the youngest of them all.

There was some light teasing, but after they realized how genuinely miserable you were, they stopped, and someone even brought you another alka-seltzer, a bottle of cold water, and chewing gum, for which you were extremely grateful because without it you would have definitely thrown up when the plane was climbing to the higher altitudes.

When it was safe to unbuckle the belts, everyone started moving and making conversation. Still, you were definitely not in the right state of mind for any of that, so when Toto motioned you closer to him, you gladly did just that and sat across his lap, with your legs over the soft armrest. He reclined the chair, so you would be more laying on your left side than sitting, which helped relieve the heartburn almost instantly. He was so gentle with you, that you almost melted into his soft shirt that smelled faintly of the detergent he used at home. With his one arm supporting your back and the other resting on your thighs, you felt much better.

You could see the other people trying to hide the surprised looks on their faces at the sight of you two cozying up because even though your relationship was no longer a secret, it must have been a little bit weird to witness the casual physical affection for the first time. But if you were completely honest, you didn't mind. You were all still getting used to the new dynamic between you and them, so it was only natural that it might take some time. And they weren't exactly weird or uncomfortable either, so you knew that sooner rather than later all the wrinkles will iron themselves out.

- Schatzi, we were supposed to decide on who should do the interview... - Toto said quietly, gently rubbing his thumb over your thigh. You honestly forgot about it, so you were glad that he brought it up. - But if you're not up for it now...

- No, I'm good, I'm good. - you said with a weak smile. - But after running it over and over in my head, I honestly think that Laura would be the best choice. - you stated, and when normally you would look up at him, this time you kept your head on his shoulder and kept your eyes closed.

- The talk show host? - he knew who Laura was from your stories, but he still made sure.

- Yes. In the past she had a few special episodes dedicated to interviewing one person when the topic was hot, so we could fit into that category. - you started explaining, and your warm breath tickled Toto's neck, which made him scrunch his nose and smile. - She's known for not taking any bullshit, so she definitely wouldn't go easy on us, but her reputation and the fact that it would air on BBC would give it more weight. - you explained the reasons behind this choice, and Toto only hummed in agreement.

- Don't you think we're a bit too low on a food chain to appear on her show? Doesn't she host celebrities? - those questions were genuine, and under normal circumstances, you would have agreed. But you two unintentionally became a sensation overnight and even people outside of the racing community were interested in you as a couple.

- She does, but right now... Let me show you, it will be quicker. - you mumbled and reached for your phone, but it was in your bag, so instead you took his from the table, unlocked it, typed his name into the browser, and showed him the screen with numerous headlines. "Toto Wolff is a spoken man and ladies are howling", "19 things surprisingly younger than the age gap between Toto Wolff and Y/n Y/ln.", "What do we know about Toto Wolff and Y/n Y/ln?", "Y/n Y/ln - from a respected reporter to a WAG of Toto Wolff" and many, many more.

- I see... - you could tell he wasn't exactly enjoying this type of attention, but you couldn't do anything about it right now.

- I'm sorry, I could have planned it better... - you mumbled quietly and put your head back on his shoulder.

- It's not your fault, Schatzi. - he squeezed your body a little bit tighter and placed a soft kiss on your temple. - I just wasn't expecting it to blow up to this degree. But we'll get through it together. - you could hear a smile in his voice. - So. Laura? - he circled back.

- Yes, Laura. She'll be tough, but if we ask her to avoid specific topics, she will. And that reminds me... Our families. - you sighed. Because you were so caught up in the heat of the moment, and then the race, that you didn't fully grasp the number of things you haven't thought about. - My mother is one thing and I will deal with her, but your kids... At the party, you told them you were going to call them back. - you reminded him, because you weren't exactly sure how much of last night he remembered, and his son called him rather late.

- Thank you, I'll do that when we land. I would also like you to officially meet them sooner rather than later if that's ok with you. - you weighed his words for a short moment in your head, considering if Toto having some time alone with them first wouldn't be better, just to let all the possible emotions out, and answer all the questions without an outsider present, but on the other hand they could read it as him trying to hide you from them.

- Of course. Let me know when, and I'll make the time. - from what Toto told you about them, it shouldn't be that hard, and you hoped that seeing with their own eyes exactly how much you loved their father would help, although you felt like you were starting from a weak position. Fortunately, Toto already told them that he was seeing someone around half a year ago, but he hasn't told them specifically who. So, finding out from social media or worse - their friends might have been hard.

Even though his face was donning a gentle smile, it wasn't hard for you to notice that he was in a sour mood, but you also knew it was temporary. He liked to have everything covered, and the whiplash of your announcement wasn't something he predicted. And you were no better because even though you knew people would be interested, you would have never thought that it would be such a giant sensation.

- We have a lot of fires to put out. - you chuckled quietly and closed your eyes again. - I'll call Laura when we'll land and hash out the details, but if we don't want to wait till next week, we should be ready to do this on Wednesday. - you put your hand over his heart just to feel it beat under your fingers.

- What about the guests she's supposed to have? - you could feel the vibrations of his voice under your hand even through the material of his shirt.

- Let me worry about that, Dashuria Ime, you already have enough on your plate. - you replied, rubbing your cheek on his shoulder and it was his time to laugh, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the rest of the plane, but seeing you two cozied up and clearly talking about something, they didn't interrupt. Although you suspected that they would start listening closer to what you were saying, and they were in for a treat. - I was also thinking about our conversation from Friday... - you started quietly, and you could feel him perk up under you.

- And...? - he asked after your intentional pause.

- And considering the race schedule and the fact that most drivers will stay in the UK, I'd like to start the company and recordings as soon as possible... - his shoulders slumped just a tiny bit, but the smile on your face didn't go away. You knew he was expecting to hear something else, so you stalled on purpose just to tease him. - And to start the recordings, I'm gonna need a studio. And to have a studio...? - you left the end of the sentence hanging in the air and Toto laughed out loud again.

- You will need to move out...? - he finished for you, even though he didn't have to, and you could almost hear the others getting quieter, sensing something interesting, almost like piranhas. Although they were significantly less bloodthirsty.

- I will need to move out. - you confirmed, and the others were no longer pretending to talk, now openly listening to your conversation, and you didn't even have to open your eyes to know that.

- So I'm guessing that... How did you say it...? "I'm not just gonna move all my stuff in one day"... - he imitated your accent surprisingly well, and you couldn't hold the laughter. - ...was a lie? -

- Wait, are you guys moving in together? - Lewis was the first one to jump on the topic and the excitement in his voice was very clear.

- It looks like it... - you finally opened your eyes again and rested them on Lewis’s bright smile.

- Congratulations! - he immediately wanted to get up to get closer to the both of you, and ask more questions, but this was the moment when turbulences hit, and just as he was standing up, he fell back into his chair, and the whole plane's attention was on him. Partially to make sure that he was ok, but mostly because he made a funny sound when he fell over, and now everyone was either openly laughing or trying to hide the giggle. - Hey! Not my fault! Anyways, what do you guys want as a housewarming gift?

- Some damn peace and quiet would be nice... - Toto mumbled loud enough that everyone could hear him, still a little bit hung up on the whole media hurricane.

- We'll worry about that on the ground. Let's just have a few more moments without that, hmmm? - your voice was soft, and he couldn't help but agree; there was nothing either of you could do right now, and your hand gently placed over his heart made him take a deep breath and then let it out, which you instantly recognized as him banishing the thought from his head. - And, Lewis, we don't need anything, but the thought is appreciated, thank you. - you smiled at the driver, and he just nodded in response, but you had a sneaky suspicion that one day there will be a package waiting for you on the doorstep.

- By the way, we were talking with Valtteri about something... - he started, and you looked at the Fin, not even trying to hide the curiosity. - ...how we, as drivers, could help you guys with the media. And I had a rather radical idea, so I wanted to run it by you before implementing it. - you nodded your head, urging him to continue. - Because as you said, there is no way you'll be left alone for a while, and there is a high chance that we will be asked about the two of you as well. So, I thought that we could just... Thank them for the interview, end it, and walk away without saying anything more. - he explained, and you couldn't help but wonder when exactly they found the time to discuss it between the party, sleep, and all the hecticness of the morning.

- This way it'll send a clear message that we're sticking together as a family. - Valtteri added and you took a moment to contemplate their words. You looked up at Toto, trying to gauge what he thought about it, and he didn't have to say a word for you to know how he felt.

- As much as I love the idea, I think it should be run first by your PR team. There might be a clause somewhere that you're obligated to do a certain amount of media time, during race week. - you started carefully. Now, that you realized what a clusterfuck this whole situation was, you thought about everything in a much more professional and calculated way. - Plus, I wouldn't want you to face additional heat because of us.

- Neither of us would. - Toto echoed, and you could hear a smile in his voice.

- I don't think we... care about that...? - Lewis looked at Valtteri with a question in his eyes as if he wasn't sure.

- No. - Fin added with a smile - And we want to take the stand. - it wasn't rare to see them agreeing on something, but it still felt nice - knowing that they had your back even though they found out just a couple of days ago.

- Yeah, because the longer it goes, the longer all of us will have to deal with it. And it's just not right... - you couldn't help but sigh at his words, because he was 100% right. - But of course, as you said, we will run it by PR first.

- Thank you, guys... And I really appreciate it. It means a lot. - you gave them both a gentle smile. - And we will do an official interview, so hopefully, it will satisfy the public at least a little.

- Oh, you're doing one? When? - Lewis was much more interested in that than Valtteri, who went back to reading his book.

- We're still a little bit fuzzy on the details, but if it goes our way - Wednesday. - you answered, but before Lewis managed to ask more questions about it, the pilot said over the intercom that you'll be landing soon, and everyone should take their seats and fasten their belts. Before you got up, you wanted to place a quick kiss on Toto's cheek, but he turned his head and intercepted your lips with a cheeky grin.

Eventually, you were back in your chair, and it wasn't long before you were steady on the ground. It was the first time you flew on the private jet, so you weren't exactly sure what was the customs procedure, however, you definitely weren't expecting an officer to board the plane and process you right then and there, but you were grateful for not having to deal with the crowds of the airport.

Before Toto even started the car, you gently touched his shoulder and mouthed silently "Your Kids" while you waited for Laura to answer. He smiled as a thank you and left the car to call his children and explain everything in more detail, while you went off at the speed of light as soon as your best friend picked up the phone, explaining your plan and overall situation, at the same time confirming that she will have exclusivity on the interview. You knew that appearing on Laura's show was coming with risks and exposing you and Toto to an even wider audience was one of them, but it was a risk you were willing to take. You quickly bounced the ideas for the placement, set, wardrobe, and everything else, and because you knew each other so well, something that usually took at least a few days and a bunch of emails, took you around 15 minutes.

Toto was still outside, talking with his children, so you also shot a message to the other potential interviewers, thanking them for being willing to take that opportunity and rescinding your offer. You also quickly realized there was not a chance in hell you would be able to handle everything by yourself during the next week, so you took two deep breaths and started compartmentalizing and finding possible opportunities to delegate.

First - you shot a message to Mellie, asking if she could talk, and almost instantly after you click "send", she was calling you back, which didn't even surprise you.

- Hey Mells, are you free this week? - you asked, without even exchanging pleasantries, because in the type of friendship you had, they were simply not needed.

- Do you really have to ask, hun? - her laugh sounded like delicate chimes. You could almost imagine her lounging next to her pool while a professional chef was somewhere in the background preparing breakfast.

- I know, I know, but I wouldn’t be myself if I didn't ask. - you chuckled. - So, I'm gonna need someone to oversee the renovation of my apartment into a recording studio, and since you are elbows deep in real estate and you know my taste pretty well... - you didn't even have to finish.

- Say no more! I was bored anyway. What's the timeline? - she asked with pure excitement in her voice. You knew she liked to help her friends and had both the means and the time to do so, but you still felt a little bit bad asking her for such a huge endeavor.

- If we'll pack and move everything tonight, you could start tomorrow. Do you think you'll be able to finish by the end of the week? - you asked.

- Honey, with the right equipment I can finish in less than two minutes. - she laughed and you couldn't help but chuckle. - But in all seriousness, if I'll be able to get the crew there tomorrow, everything should be ready on Friday. - it was much sooner than you expected, but you also knew she had her tricks.

- Even if I wanted to build a wall separating my current office upstairs from the downstairs? Because I would like to put the recording studio there. - you made sure.

- That won't be a problem. It will be enough time for the wall to dry, so you're good. I'm gonna prepare a few sketches before we'll meet in the afternoon, ok? - you could almost hear gears shifting in her head.

- Ok, but just to be quick. Guest bedroom into a quiet place to recharge, my bedroom into an office that can be quickly turned into a conference room. The kitchen and bathrooms stay as they are, but you can of course make changes, I'm leaving it up to you. And the salon should be an office space with 8 working stations. Oh, and that closet next to the terrace into an equipment closet. Just please don't treat the budget as a light suggestion... - you quickly explained. Fortunately, Mellie was at your place enough times to know the layout pretty well.

- The wardrobe on the left to the entry stays as a wardrobe, I assume. And you want to leave two full bathrooms with no one living there? - she asked, already making mental notes.

- Yeah, it stays, and the bathrooms... I mean, I'm not sure about the smaller one, but overall, I plan on having 11 or 12 people hired, so at least two toilets would be nice. I mean, some of them could definitely work remotely on a daily basis, but one bathroom definitely won't be enough. - you said after taking a few seconds to think.

- I can renovate the bigger one, get rid of the bathtub, add a wall or two, and fit two stalls there. And leave the one with the shower as it is. - she offered.

- That actually... sounds amazing. Thank you, Mellie. - you were grateful for the suggestion because you haven't even considered doing something like that.

- You got it. Anything else you have in mind? - she inquired, and you went through your mental list.

- No, not really. I trust you. - you eventually replied.

- Ok, then I'm hanging up and scheduling the crew for tomorrow at noon. Love you, Boo. - she made a kissing sound over the phone, and you laughed.

- Thanks again, Mells. - she was the one who hung up, and you took another deep breath, deciding what to prioritize next, but just as you were about to make another call, you saw a message from Laura, sent from her business email, which meant it was an official BBC business. The message included a very lenient but still long contract, and you didn't have the time to go through every point, but just as you were about to ask Toto if you could steal Mark again, you got a private message from Laura.

"I've fought for it, it's good, but you can still run it by your lawyer. Both of you can sign it before the photo shoot."

And a few seconds later you got another email from her, this time containing the exact schedule for Wednesday, and extensive details about the photoshoot that - if you agreed - would take place in about two hours. Laura also compiled a file with the names of the photographer, stylist, make-up artist, and hair stylist, their previous works, and a few proposals of what they had in mind for you and Toto. Sometimes you forgot how quickly your best friend could work, and how detail-oriented she was, for which right now, you were extremely grateful. You could see that she definitely included herself in every part of the process, judging by what options were prepared for you.

Just as you were about to look closer at the proposed wardrobe, Toto came back to the car and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

- Everything went ok...? - you asked, still scrolling through the file. Usually, he had your full attention, but right now, there was no time.

- Yes. As it turns out, you are Rosie's favorite reporter on the grid, so you helped me score some points back, because she - indeed - found out from one of her friends. But they both can't wait to meet you in person. - he gave you a warm smile when you quickly glanced up from your phone. - And how are things on the battlefront? - he asked as he started the car.

- Hectic. The interview will be live on Wednesday at 21:00, but we will have to be there at 19:00. I already have the contracts, and Laura assured me that they're good, and I trust her, but we can still run them by a lawyer. - you looked at Toto with a question in your eyes.

- Forward them to Mark and add P1 before the title. That way he will look at them immediately. - he smiled, and you quickly did what he asked, while you were slowly rolling out of the parking lot.

- BBC also wants to do a quick photoshoot for promotional materials, because right now they have nothing to run an announcement with. - you added, sparing him all the specific details. - In the main studio at 11 if we agree of course.

- Wow, you are really quick, Schatzi. - he chuckled. - And the sooner we get it over with, the better.

- That was actually Laura. But we have about an hour to freshen up in my apartment before we go. - You quickly replied to the second email that the photo shoot is a go.

- A lot can be done in one hour... - he said in a teasing voice, but he immediately realized, that you had other plans, so he dropped the topic. What was happening right now, was your domain, and he intended to put his full trust in you. - Is there any way I could help? - he asked sincerely.

- Actually... Could I borrow Mark for a few days? I will need help with registering a new company, trademarks, and the first few contracts. Just until I find my own lawyer who I could trust. - you asked, with your eyes still glued to your phone. - And do you want to choose your clothes and hairstyle for the interview?

- Of course, you can. I have him on retainer, and I never used his full hours. And – just an idea - you can stay with his company, I'm sure he will find someone who will suit your future needs. But for now, I will let him know that he should expect a bigger workload from you. - you were extremely grateful for that because everything was happening so fast. You landed in England not even an hour ago, and you already had your next few days fully packed. - You have a much better sense of fashion than me, Schatzi, so I’m leaving it up to you... - he answered the second question, and gently placed his hand on your thigh, seeking the physical touch that brought both of you comfort. You quickly chose the hair, make-up, and clothes for the photo shoot, sent it in the reply to Laura's email, and took another deep breath, holding it for a few seconds in your lungs. So many things were happening at the same time, and you had to keep yourself in check because if you didn't, you would be crushed under the weight of all the decisions. And after analyzing everything, you came to the obvious conclusion - you needed more help if you wanted everything to be done on time, but that had to wait a moment because you just arrived at your apartment.

Toto took both his travel bag and your suitcase from the car and carried them into the building, while you wrapped your hand around his waist and hid under the pleasant weight of his arm, where - at least for a moment - the outside world couldn't reach you.

You didn't have to tell him where anything was, because by now he was here enough times to get familiar with not only the layout, but also with where you kept the extra bag of flour in the kitchen, or in which drawer you kept your fresh linen.

- I'm going to take a shower and make breakfast... You do you. - he stated, anticipating that you will be much busier during that hour than he will be. He was right, of course, and you were extremely grateful that he was willing to help.

- Thank you... - you gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before he brought your bags to the bedroom. While he was under the shower, you started scrolling through your contact list, searching for potential future employees. You needed trusted people, people who you worked with in the past and you knew from experience that you worked well together. So, when you spotted a familiar name almost on the top of your list, you immediately dialed her.

- Hey Lynn. It's Y/n Y/ln. - you introduced yourself because you weren't sure if she still had your number. - You were interning under me around a year ago when I was interviewing David Coulthard and you helped me with some research.

- Yes, of course, I remember. It's good to hear from you. - a soft, soothing voice replied, and you could almost hear the smile in it.

- I'm calling to offer you a job... - you started bluntly because you didn't have time to dance around the topic. - For one month as my assistant, and after that - as a full-time researcher, mostly into things related to F1. - you took a quick breath - I'm not gonna lie, the first month would be brutal, but I promise not to bother you outside of working hours. Starting pay is 3k, but it will be changed as your title will change, to reflect your new position. Insurance, private medical care with dental, and all that legal shabang will, of course, be covered. For the first month, I would need you with me in London, but after that - the job can be performed remotely, and the equipment will be provided. - you quickly hashed out the details. You didn't have everything mentioned lined up yet, but you thought about it a lot yesterday, and you knew you wanted to be a good employer, and from experience, you also knew what most people needed from a job to stay happy and loyal, and that's what you were aiming for.

- What's the catch? - she asked in that smooth tone.

- You would have to start tomorrow. And like I've said - the first month will be brutal. - you replied, slowly suspecting which way she was leaning, but you still gave her a few more moments to analyze the pros and cons.

- Since your departure from the Network was rather public, I assume it would be for some other project? - she quickly deduced.

- Yes. I'm starting my own company, and I'm piecing together a crew for it. It will focus on long and extensive interviews. First with current drivers, and if it will catch some winder under its wings - hopefully we will expand. - you replied.

- Independently or for a streaming service? - she dug a little bit deeper, and you couldn't help but admire just how quickly she was able to connect the dots.

- Fully independent.

- I'm in. - she replied as soon as you finished saying the last word.

- That's awesome! Thank you. I will send you the contract either today evening or tomorrow morning. And if I'll know that I won't be able to send it to you today, I will let you know so you won't be pointlessly waiting for it. But for now - do you have any more questions? - your heart honestly felt lighter than just an hour ago.

- What time do I start tomorrow? And where do we meet? - you couldn't help but laugh with relief.

- 9 AM. But you can start from your own apartment. I'm gonna need you to compile a list of external HR companies that also handle accounting, with the best independent reviews, not that bullshit point system from the most popular websites. I want someone legit who won't take bullshit. And since I already know you're good at what you do, the top 3 would be enough. And if you will have enough time after that - I will also need a company that offers both web and graphic design services, with a focus on quality and time; budget right now doesn't matter. - you explained and just as you finished, you felt your phone vibrating with yet another notification.

- HR. Web and Graphic Design. - she repeated.

- I know you're already confirmed, but I'm gonna ask once more. Are you sure you want this job? - you asked because yet again - you got this feeling that everything was happening with the speed of light.

- I'm sure. To be honest, I've somehow landed in a stereotypical corpo-job, so I'm taking your offer as a sign to stop slaving away. - she laughed, and you joined her. - Plus, I know you keep your promises, and you wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t serious.

- And you won't have any problems with resigning on the spot? - you made sure.

- Not with the contract I have with them. - she soothed your worries.

- Ok then. I'll speak to you tomorrow. Oh, and send me your personal details, including the current address for the contract and the courier. I'll try to get a new phone and computer to you by tomorrow, and if you have any preferences for your set-up, please include that in your message. I honestly want you to be as satisfied with everything as possible.

- Do I have a set budget? - she asked quickly before you managed to hang up, and you had to think about it for a moment.

- Don't make me regret it, but... no. Just be sensible and don't order something with i9. - you both laughed again. - Thank you, Lynn.

- You got it, boss. - she laughed and ended the call. You quickly checked the notification that came during your conversation. It was an email from Mark giving you a green light to sign the contract with BBC and asking how you managed to negotiate such terms. You quickly replied and asked if it would be possible to talk over the phone. And yet again today - he was calling you almost as soon as you send the message.

- Hi Mark, I hope I'm not interrupting you too much.

- Hey Y/n. Not at all, I cleared my whole week for you, per Toto's request. - you made a mental note to thank your wonderful partner for helping you so much. - From what I understood, you will need help with registering your company and you would also like to find our own lawyer, is that correct? - he was godsent. And someone definitely was watching over you, because considering how hectic everything was, it was impressive that - at least for now - everything went so smoothly.

- That's right. I will also need help with drafting t first few employee contracts. - you added, as you got up from the couch and started walking around the apartment to focus better on the conversation.

- That's understandable. I assume Ltd? - he inquired.

- Yes. How long does it usually take?

- I will send you a form to fill out and a list of documents you will need to provide. If you'll be able to send it back to me before noon, the company will be registered by the end of today. - his voice was confident.

- You're joking... - you couldn't believe it.

- I assure you, I am not. It usually takes 3 to 5 hours to fully register and process a new Ltd. - he replied, and you were stunned because suddenly everything started to feel a little bit too real. You took one deep breath to ground yourself and closed your eyes.

- Ok then. - you finally replied after a moment of silence.

- Would you mind if I asked you something?

- Ask away. - you chuckled and resumed your walk around the apartment, just as Toto was leaving the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his hips, and you couldn't help but smile.

- Do you already have someone in mind for your permanent HR position? - you stopped again because you weren't expecting that question.

- I have someone looking into external companies to hire from. Why...?

- If you wouldn't mind some good old nepotism, I would like to send you a CV of my daughter. She specializes in employment law and just got her undergrad degree in business management. She has 2 years of experience in a similar position in a tech startup. I can also include her references. - he stopped for a moment, and you honestly needed a minute to process what you heard. - Just a CV. And if you'll like what you see, you could set up a proper interview. I'm not trying to force anything here. - you took a moment to think as you resumed your walk around the apartment at a little bit faster pace.

- Can you send me her CV now? - you requested, because honestly - you wanted to ride that wave of green lights and squeeze as much good luck from today as you could.

- I'm asking her to send it to your email right now. You should have it in a few minutes. - you could hear him smiling on the other side of the line.

- Ok, I will get back to her before 10:30. - everything was going so smoothly, that you were honestly starting to get suspicious, because life was never that easy, and some part of your mind was waiting for the other shoe to drop. After that, you quickly went through the possible private medical packages, sports cards, and the terms of employment you would like to offer your employees, which included a small budget every month for self-improvement, which could be spent either on learning new skills or improving your mental health by relaxing. You also went through the terms of NDAs, and something that popped into your head when Lynn asked you about the equipment - a payment plan to buy it out from the company by deducting it in installments from the pension. By the time you ended the call, it was almost 10, and Toto finished making simple 3 ingredient crepes, which were his specialty, but you weren't done just yet.

You opened an email from Mark's daughter that included a letter of recommendation as well as her CV, and you recognized one of the companies she was working in around 3 years ago because one of Sammy's sisters worked there. So, you quickly called your friend.

- Hey Brocksby... Can you send me Lizzie's number? I have a quick question.

- I mean... I could... but I'm at home and we're eating breakfast, so... you know... I can just pass the phone to her. - you laughed.

- Thanks, Love... You have my gratitude. – you waited a moment until you heard a familiar voice. - Hi Lizzie, sorry to bother you with such a random question so early, but by any chance, do you know Charlotte Zane?

- Hey Y/n! Not a problem at all... And of course, I know One-Fear-Charlie. - she laughed.

- One-Fear-Charlie? - you inquired with a slight smile.

- Well, yeah. Do you know that meme in a form of a comic panel? The one with a guy in a t-shirt that says, "No Fear" and then it changes to "One Fear"? - she asked, and this time you laughed.

- Yeah, I know it.

- So, she was that one fear. - Lizzie explained further

- Was she that bad? - you already started working on a gentle way to reject her CV, but your friend’s sister continued.

- Not bad, just... Strict, I guess? I mean - she knew how to have fun, but when it came to work - everything had to be absolutely perfect and every scenario had to be included in writing, so when you got an email from her - you knew that something was missing from your work, and you basically fucked up. She wasn't a bitch about it though, and she was really patient with new people, but you know...

- She was really good at finding imperfections? - you offered before she found the right words.

- Yeah.

- Did you like working with her? And her as a person overall? - you asked, slowly erasing that speech to gently turn Charlotte down.

- I mean - like I've said - she wasn't a bitch, and always gave you the opportunity to correct your mistakes before someone higher got a chance to see them. She was strict but definitely fair... And personally...? We weren't super close, but she seemed ok. She mostly hung out with paralegals, not us in the bottom of the barrel, but she was always kind to us on breaks and stuff. She had a really dry sense of humor though... You know, cheesy dad jokes and wordplay. - she offered.

- Thank you so much, Lizzie. And sorry again for bothering you. Say goodbye to your brother from me.

- No problem. And take care, Y/n! - you quickly hung up and sighed.

- Eat. You have 20 minutes to take a shower and eat something before we have to leave. - Toto quickly intercepted your phone before you got the chance to do anything else with it and pushed a plate with crepes with plum jam under your nose.

- I need to reply to an email... - you groaned, but despite your words, you started eating.

- Dictate then. Just don't choke... - he smiled, and you chuckled as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head.

- In reply to Charlotte Zane - Could we meet today at 2 PM in Saint Luke's Garden? - you swallowed a bite as Toto typed on your phone. - My signature... - another bite. - …and in PS "Not an official interview, just a walk, so dress in whatever you feel comfortable in. Preferably no business attire. - you continued with a piece of a crepe in your mouth. - Add a smiley face and hit send. - he did as you asked.

- You have a message from Mellie asking if she should include computers in the budget. - you nodded in reply, and Toto passed that in a message form. - And another one from Laura, telling you not to wash your hair or wear any make-up because everything will be done on set. - you were almost inhaling your breakfast, so instead of speaking you just showed him a thumb up, and she sent said emoji in reply. You looked at the clock, took the rest of the crepe in your hand, and almost ran to the bathroom because you had less than 15 minutes.

After the shower, you quickly chose fresh clothes, but before you got dressed, you quickly started applying lotion to your body.

- Hey, could you open the last email from Mark, and download the attachment? - you yelled loud enough for Toto to hear you in the kitchen, or wherever he was. Instead of yelling back, he came into the bedroom and leaned on the doorframe. He was watching you as you finished moisturizing your skin, and you gave him a small smile when you caught him. - The attachment. What information is needed? - you asked, while you put on your underwear, but he didn't reply immediately, instead letting his gaze linger. Only when you looked at him for the second time, he unlocked your phone and started reading the form. Fortunately, most of the information you could provide from memory, or you could find it on your phone, so at least you didn't have to dig through your apartment in search of any documents, and you could fill out that form in the car.

You were ready exactly four minutes before 10:30, but before you left the apartment in a hurry, Toto gently grabbed you by the arms and stopped you from moving anywhere for a moment, and your gaze almost instinctively found his eyes.

- Breathe. Relax your shoulders. Unclench your jaw. Close your eyes... And for one minute just... breathe. - he said. You wanted to protest, because you had to leave, but his grip on your arms told you that it would be futile, so you did as he asked. With every slow breath, your racing mind started to slowly calm down. All the things that you had to do today were still there, but they were slowly stopping to fight for the place in front of the line.

After the full minute, Toto released your arms, but instead of running out of the apartment, you wrapped your arms around him, rested your face against his chest, and stayed like that for one moment longer.

It was easy to get lost when the pace of the day was so rapid, but you were fortunate to have someone who understood that and was able to help you find yourself again.

- Thank you... - you mumbled against his shirt, and he just pressed a soft kiss to your temple in reply. It was his time to be your rock, just as you were his yesterday.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :) Love, G.

#my writing #Toto Wolff fanfiction #Toto Wolff x reader #🖤#📏#No Longer a Secret by G.

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