#everyone needs a room for a toy car track

[zimmbzon]

Team, it’s a bar. It’s a bar. That kitchen that has no stovetop, isn’t a kitchen. It’s a bar.

The cupboards under the bench -> they are not cupboards there’s no doors, they’re shelves where trays of pint glasses might have once lived. (They are also all empty - Babe please buy some plates or a blender or something)

Babe found himself a nightclub, thought I really like those holes in the walls and BAM, got myself a home.

Has anyone seen a fridge?

#who needs a kitchen anyway #just get yourself a Charlie #pit babe the series #pit babe #pit babe’s home makes me as happy as the stairs of death but with far less anxiety #everyone needs a room for a toy car track #how much better would life be if every house you went to had a toy race track circuit!!?!? #so much better

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Before the Show

Young dad! Harry x Young mom! Reader

Harry rushed through the halls of Wembley Stadium, barely keeping track of the crew members he narrowly missed bumping into or the people who greeted him as he rushed by. It was a little less than an hour before the show, and though he should've been going through his pre-show routine of brushing his teeth and getting into his stage outfit and hanging out with the band, he was running around Wembley like a madman.

When he finally reached the right door, Harry skidded to a stop, breathing a huge sigh of relief before opening it.

"I got it!" he said, voice hushed as he tossed the stuffed animal.

Y/n caught it out of the air and rested it next to the sleeping figure on the couch. "You're an angel, Harry."

Harry waved his hand nonchalantly. "No problem. I'm just glad I made it back before she woke up."

They looked down at where Maeve was sleeping soundly on the couch of the dressing room, a separate one from Harry's, for no other reason than for him and Y/n to watch the kids in peace and have as little eyes on them as possible. Everyone on the Love on Tour crew was under strict NDAs, but Y/n did appreciate a little privacy when she had to change a diaper or put someone down for a nap. Harry's dressing room was right next door, but both of them found that an extra room for diaper bags, toys, and whatever else they needed that day came in handy.

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked, noticing the lack of children in what was basically Love on Tour's playroom.

"Simone, Collette, and Jules are with the band, and your mother is getting in some one on one time with the babies," Y/n said. "And now I'm debating staying in here with Maeve or just leaving the baby monitor on."

"Oh. Might not have to," Harry said, nodding toward the couch where their daughter's eyes were beginning to flutter.

Maeve rubbed her eyes sluggishly, looking around and trying to get her bearings. When her eyes landed on Harry, she stretched her arms out. He picked her up with ease, holding her close before standing up.

"Where's Pauli?" she mumbled.

Y/n quickly handed Harry the stuffed animal to give to Maeve. "Right here, peanut. Was with you the whole time," he said, giving Y/n a conspiratorial wink, which she rolled her eyes at.

Maeve took the stuffed unicorn and held it close before settling against Harry's chest again, her free hand reaching up to play with the hair curling around his ear.

"Pauli" was Maeve's stuffed animal, named after the person who gave it to her. When Harry brought it home one night, Harry told Maeve it was "from Pauli," but she thought Harry was telling her the unicorn's name, and so that's what everyone called it. Maeve never went anywhere without Pauli, which meant that anytime he got left at home or in a car seat, there was massive panic between Harry and Y/n.

"Why don't you let Mommy hold you, Maevie. Daddy has to get dressed for his big show," Y/n said, but even as she did, Harry could feel his daughter's little legs tighten around his waist. He knew he had to get ready for the show, but he secretly loved that Maeve didn't want to let go of him too.

"It's alright," he said to his wife. "Let's go find everyone, shall we, peanut?"

The three of them left the dressing room and went a couple doors down to where the band was supposed to be getting ready. Harry could hear a low hum coming from the closed door, which told him everything he needed to know. When Y/n pushed the door open, the noise got louder, causing Maeve to lift her head from Harry's shoulder to see what was going on.

"Hey, look who it is!"

The commotion didn't stop entirely, but it did lessen as the focus shifted to Harry, Maeve, and Y/n. Pauli—the person, not the unicorn—came over to where the three had remained by the dressing room door. Geneva was on his hip, who seemed to be marveling at Pauli's hair and touching it idly, but Pauli didn't seem to mind. He handed GiGi over to Y/n, who was making grabby hands at her now that she was in arm's reach. Y/n took her and kissed her cheek, quietly thanking Pauli for looking after Geneva.

"I thought my mum had Gi and Natalia?" Harry said to no one in particular.

"She went with Gem and the baby for a walk. Trying to get her down for a nap," Mitch said. "Took ours too."

"She does that," Harry nodded. He was plenty used to his mother taking any of his babies off his or Y/n's hands.

"It's fine. Sarah and I are used to it by now," he said. "And there's plenty of little ones to occupy us before the show."

Surveying the rest of the room, Harry saw all the rest of his children entertaining his band. Simone was sitting on a couch with Elin's bass in her lap while Elin told her where to put her fingers on the fretboard; Collette seemed to be in an intense battle of rock paper scissors with Julian while the members of the trumpet section watched and cheered. A small smile tugged at Harry's lips at the sight. It was such a different environment than when he was first starting out, and he couldn't have been happier.

"You need to go get ready. Unless you're planning on going out like that," Y/n said to him.

Harry looked down at his t-shirt and workout shorts, the beat up shoes he was wearing, then looked at Y/n. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Nothing's wrong with what you're wearing, baby. In fact, I'm sure your fans would love to see you perform in your day clothes," she said, leaning over to kiss his shoulder. "But you might as well put on what Lambert picked out for you."

Harry finally relented, knowing the clock was ticking and he would soon be out of time. Carefully, he set Maeve down on the floor, telling her to show Uncle Pauli her unicorn, and since she was more awake, she was more receptive to the idea of letting Harry go.

He watched Maeve skip over to Pauli and Sarah and present her unicorn. Even though he knew about it because Harry told him, Pauli acted surprised and showed interest in the stuffed animal named after him.

"Go, Daddy. We'll come see you off before the show," Y/n said. She tilted his head to face her so she could kiss him.

"Promise?"

Y/n smiled at Harry, partly amused. With a slight roll of her eyes, she said, "Yes. I promise."

With one last kiss, Harry left. He didn't like being away from his family when they were so close, but in moments like these, moments before a show, he appreciated a little quiet to calm his nerves. And there were a lot for this show.

Harry's hands shook ever so slightly as he got dressed, his mind wandered to the thousands of people that were already filling the stadium. Eighty-five thousand people. All of them waiting for him to perform his heart out, to give them a show they would never forget. Harry usually forgot about that pressure when he stepped onstage, but beforehand, he was all nerves.

"I hold you, Daddy?" GiGi said, reaching for him. That had become her favorite phrase recently. Instead of asking to be held, Geneva asked if she could hold them. Harry's heart melted every time he heard it.

Grinning, Harry reached down to where his second youngest child managed to toddle in by herself. "How did you get in here, eh? You're too cute to be out of anyone's sight."

"Mommy," GiGi said, smiling when Harry smiled at her.

"Oh, Mummy let you in here? Mummy?" Harry asked, determined to have at least one of his kids share his accent.

"Mu—mmy," she said.

"That's my girl. Now give your daddy a kiss, hm? Right here."

Geneva kissed Harry's cheeks right where he'd pointed. Just moments before, he'd been stressing about his show, but as he held his daughter, and took Y/n's hand, who was waiting just outside the dressing room for the pair to come out, he felt like he could take on the world.

#harry styles #young dad! harry #young mom! reader #young dadrry #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot

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Guest Room | Trevor Zegras

summary: sometimes all you need is a trip away to an old friend.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m receiving), use of a sex toy, swearing.

word count: 4.62k

authors note: this is acc for a Trevor I have never written for in pre ducks debut so this takes place in 2021! I wanted to change things up for our f1 x hockey playlist so here we have one who is a rookie! I think it should be a given by now but we need to thank @sweetestdesire for letting me pick her Trevor smut brain to help write this one out!

You needed a break. 

Life had been on this weird high after you won the Formula Two championship and were now moving up into the McLaren F1 team as a reserve driver. You hated how out of place you felt yet that somehow you still hadn’t done enough to be where you deserved to be. 

You had settled into your apartment in London now and after spending Christmas with your family you got an offer you couldn’t resist. Trevor had just returned home from the World Junior Championships and he was in need of some company in his apartment. He was back in San Diego awaiting his debut for the Gulls but that didn’t matter for him as he craved seeing the one person who was ready to be honest with him. You craved that attention too as you were at your wits end with everyone in your parents lives wanting to know about your career “you stay safe okay?” Ellen sighed as she pulled you into her arms. 

It made Jim smile as you rolled your eyes “Z might be irresponsible but at least you know who killed me if I go missing.” You joked seeing your mom grow unimpressed “you should get going before you are late kid.” Jim pointed out as he kissed your head before he ushered you off. 

Even as you went off in the world before each race your parents were watching as you left to the airport. Hockey fans were all around with most in redwings gear, making your bluejays cap blend you in as though you were meant to be a mere fly on the wall. You watched your brothers do well in both Vancouver and New Jersey when they seemed to have everything under control like they knew what they were doing was right for them. 

You used to love racing, it was your everything. But spending a season forcing every free moment you had into training only to be beaten to a seat, it killed you. It threw this spanner into the works that fried your brain leaving you unsure about everything as you lacked the simple clarity that was once your comfort. 

That was part of the reason you couldn’t say no to joining Trevor. He might have always been Jacks friend first but that boy knew how to react to whatever it was you seemed to feel. So in that moment you just needed someone to be honest with you. 

San Diego was warmer than Michigan as you were now getting ready to discard your coat as there was no snow in sight“speedy!” As ironic as your nickname was, Trevor didn’t give it to your for your speed on a track in your car. He gave it to you because he has never seen someone run away from a group of teenager boys after a work out as fast as you do. 

You whipped your head around with a soft smile on your face as you locked eyes with the older boy “it’s good to see you.” He mumbled pushing himself off of his car as he made his way over to you “wish I could say the same mr MVP.” You teased barely being able to contain your smile as you let out a laugh at the feeling of his arms around you. 

It was one place that you always seemed to feel comfortable no matter where you two were “don’t start with me ms world champion.” It didn’t take him long to see that is joke didn’t land in the way that he wanted it to “think you’ve been on a long flight.” He announced taking your suitcase from behind you letting his one arm stay wrapped around your waist. 

Being back around him already was having an impact on you as you felt like you were melting into his touch “thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, one you swore he couldn’t hear. But instead he smiled as he nodded opting to keep his newfound joy to himself. 

In all honesty you were surprised when you saw his apartment, the ride to the building was just enough time that you were both able to catch up on life. But now you were stood in an apartment that had not one but two properly decorated rooms “when did you decide to get a bed?” You cocked your head remembering to the time where he had only an air mattress on the floor for weeks.

It made him pull his eyes into a sharp line “ha ha very funny.” He placed his keys in the bowl before his eyes shot to the grey couch in front of him “but my mom came and decorated the place.” His confession made your lips form into an o shape.

You clasped your hands together “I knew it!” A laugh left your lips as you were happy to hear that you were right “yes now would you like to come sit and tell me why you picked San Diego over New Jersey?” Jack had let it slip to Trevor how irritated he was that you didn’t want to see your brother but instead his best friend. 

Trevor tapped the cushion next to him motioning to you to join him on the couch “I needed to get away.” You confessed as you shrugged “Jack means well but he thinks reserve is such a great position for me.” Your scoff wasn’t missed as you shook your head. 

The boy felt bad as he knew your brother hadn’t shut up about your achievements “you deserve to be on a team.” Trevor disagreed with your opinion “and I will always let you come back here to avoid your brothers.” His words made you smile. 

He watched you pull your feet on the cushion “be careful because soon you won’t get rid of me.” You joked as you let out a giggle “hey at least you know how to cook.” Trevor shrugged making you scoff. 

You threw the pillow behind you at him resulting in his laugh echoing off of the walls of his apartment “I would not cook for you!” You shook your head “you wouldn’t have to do it every day.” The boy countered as he smiled. 

The two of you got the chance to just sit there in this peaceful silence “but on a real note could you cook tomorrow night?” He began as he scratched the back of his head “I have practice late and I don’t think either of us can be doing restaurants two nights in a row.” He explained as your stomach growled on cue “you want dinner now?” Trevor teased as he smiled running his fingers over your knee.

You wanted to act like you were but as the last thing you had was the cut up fruit you had for breakfast and the overpriced bottle of water from the airport “let me get dressed.” You were in dire need of a proper change out of your winter clothing for the warmer weather that the west coast sported “and y/n.” Trevor called out as he watched you walk to the guest bedrooms door. 

You cocked your head as you nodded “I’m glad that you’re here.” His confession was so sweet that if any of the other boys heard him, Trevor would have been chirped at forever “me too.” You smiled ad you walked into the guest bedroom letting the door shut behind you. 

When Trevor left for practice you found yourself at a mall. The boy said he was going to be gone for hours with a game prep session right after which gave you both ample time to shop for groceries and window shop. Part of you had been left irritated as there was a new headline that again called into question your abilities as a driver if all you were getting was a reserve role. 

It was just another tap at your sanity that was only left feeling worse after last night. You had woken up in the middle of the night needing a glass of water when you heard Trevor. He clearly had a video open of some sort as you could hear both foreign female and male voices. But what got to you about it was that it was porn. 

Trevor let whimpers and moans fall from his lips that were enough to make you squirm as you had been feeling sexual frustrated. The last time you had sex was well over six months ago and your fingers and brush handle could only do so much for you and it wasn’t enough. 

So when you walked by Lotions and Lace it was as though your thoughts had been answered. You had never made the jump to sex toys before but with your only other current option being your brother’s best friend it seemed like the better of the two. Your eyes settled on the first vibrator you found as it was hot pink and on some massive display case. 

Before you knew it you were back at his place with dinner in the oven as you stared at the bag in front of you. The box that held the vibrator peeked out from the corner, with some over exaggerated message about pleasure on it that made your cheeks grow warm.

Your foot tapped against the floor as you looked to your watch and then back to the box, before your eyes settled on the door to Trevor’s room. He had shut it before he left but you could still hear the faint moans from last night as you let your hand form a fist as your thighs pressed against each other “fuck it.” You grumbled grabbing the bag from the table as you headed to your own room. 

You didn’t bother with shutting the door behind you. Since you could feel the wet patch forming on your panties, and you swore you were going to have at least twenty minutes before Trevor came home. Your leggings were stripped from your legs as you pulled your panties down with them making sure to kick both items of clothing away. 

The buzzing noise echoed in your ears as you trailed the head of the vibrator over your clit as your thighs spread “fuck.” You whimpered feeling your thighs begin to squirm. 

The picture of Trevor’s moans played in your mind as you caught your lower lip between your teeth. Your eyes screwed shut as you began to tease yourself enjoying the feeling of pleasure that you hadn’t felt in years “please Z.” The whimper fell for your lips as you began to picture him on top of you. 

Trevor smiled as he walked back into the apartment as the smell of chicken in the oven invaded his nostrils “y’know the offer to come live as my chef is still on the table.” He joked thinking you were sat in the living room “god.” You moaned feeling your eyes roll back into your head. 

It was enough to make the boy freeze as he realised what was going on. He felt wrong letting his eyes trail to your room but somehow he couldn’t find a way to stop himself. Your moans echoed in his ears and as his cock grew harder in his shorts. 

He let his bag drop to the floor as he cleared his throat “I’m so close Z.” The whimper made him walk closer to your room as he wondered if he heard you right “feel so good Trev.” Now he knew you were talking about him. 

The boy took more steps to your door until he finally let his eyes stick in the opening of the door. You were a heavenly sight as you were in a strappy top and nothing on your bottom half was bare as you continued to tease your clit with your new toy. 

Trevor couldn’t help but grunt as you moaned letting your body squirm against the sheets. The sudden noise made your eyes shoot open to the door where the boy stood “hey pretty girl.” You continued what you were doing as you watched him stare at you. 

He smirked watching your free hand travel up to your breast “need more.” You moaned again starting to feel like you were getting close “you think I’d just let you get to come that fast?” Trevor sucked at his teeth as he crossed his arms. 

Your face dropped as he laughed “c’mon you’d have to beg if you want anything more.” The boy explained walking closer to you “want you to make me feel so full.” You begged feeling tears form in your eyes as he smirked.

The boy stood his ground “so is that why you decided to act like a little slut and fuck yourself on my guest bed?” His words made your cheeks turn red as you nodded “needed it so bad.” You confessed as you watched him hover over you. 

His hand dropped to yours as he helped control your hand wanting to get you to come “be a good girl and let go then.” He took control of your vibrator as he tilted it closer to your clit “fuck!” You groaned arching your back as you drove your hips closer to the toy.

Trevor watched in awe as pleasure shot through you reached the high “god right there!” You whimpered feeling your thighs shake as they began to clamp together. 

He didn’t let it stop as he watched he’d you continue to fuck yourself through your orgasm “please Z enough.” You shook your head trying to pull away from him “you think you have been a good girl?” He asked seeing tears stream down your cheeks from the overstimulation as your cunt burned.

As you stayed quiet the boy finally listened pulling it away from you “holy shit.” Your chest heaved as you pushed your hands through your hair “you still with me pretty girl?” Trevor toyed the toy off as he helped you sit up straight “felt so good.” Your confession was quiet as you stared at the ground. 

It made him smile as he ran his fingers under your chin “c’mere doll.” He muttered as he cupped your cheeks pulling you closer to him “think it’s about time I get to taste you.” Trevor dropped his head to kiss you.

The kiss was needy as his tongue grazed across your lower lip “mhm.” The hockey player let out a grunt as you straddled his lap given yourself the upper hand. 

You propped yourself up by your knees as the taste of his kiss had remnant’s of the Gatorade you assumed he drank after practice “fuck baby.” Trevor let out a grunt as he watched you grind your hips into his. 

He let his hands travel down to your hips trying to stop you “I’m gonna need you to behave before I come in my fucking pants.” He warned shaking his head as he looked down to the new wet patch that was forming on his pants “you’re no fun.” You let your lips form a pout as you kissed him once more before you slid onto the floor letting your knees rest on the cool wooden floor. 

The boy swore he was dreaming as he watched you sit there “think it’s time I make you feel so good.” You cooed sending him a smile as you ran your hands up his sweatpants “fuck please baby.” He begged propping himself up as he placed his hands behind him.

You tugged at his sweatpants pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung out as it hit his torso “you look so pretty.” You mumbled licking your lips as you felt your mouth water “it’s all for you doll.” He confessed biting at the inside of his cheek when your hand wrapped around his cock.

You pumped them up and down a few times before you watched his precum ooze out of the swollen head “fuck don’t tease me.” Trevor groaned watching your head drop to the point where you were mere millimetres away from him “ask me nicely.” You let out a dry laugh looking up at him. 

Your hand began to speed up leaving him quiet  “not so brave are you know big boy?” You cocked your head as you grazed your thumb over his head picking up the precum leaving Trevor to watch as you brought your hand up to your mouth wrapping your lips around the finger. 

Your tongue swirled around it letting out a moan as you could taste the saltiness on your tongue “please.” Trevor found himself jealous of your finger and he couldn’t believe that he was willing to admit that too “since you asked so nicely.” You nodded smiling to yourself as you slipped your thumb from your lips watching the trail of spit break from your mouth. 

The hockey player didn’t need to say anything more as you wrapped your lips around his cock “fuck you’re perfect.” Trevor let out a grunt as his hands went to your hair. 

You hollowed your cheeks out as your nose hit his pelvic bone trying to take as much of him as you could. The boy watched you look up at him through hooded eyes “keep sucking that cock f’me.” He mumbled as you fell into this steady rhythm.

He was in awe as the sound of you gagging echoed in his ears as you tried to take more of him each time you let your mouth take more of him as you tilted your head trying to open your throat. Trevor swore it was pure heaven as he began to bring his hips up to meet your face trying to get himself closer to that high. 

Last nights efforts felt like a distant thought as Trevor had spent it picturing that you were instead around his cock, rather than his own hand “I’m gonna.” The hockey player let out a grunt as your hand replaced your mouth once more “go make a mess for me Z.” You cooed kissing his lips again. 

The taste was addictive as he tried to stop himself “just want to make you feel so good.” You mumbled locking your eyes with his as he nodded “want to taste you before you fuck me so good.” Was the last thing that left your lips before you dropped your head again. 

Your pace was brutal practically sucking his cock like it was a lollipop “Jesus y/n.” Trevor grunted as his head fell back when he came letting his release coat the back of your throat “you’re a fucking god.” He mumbled blissfully unaware as you let his limp cock fall from your lips. 

You felt some of his release ooze from the side of your mouth “taste so good.” You mumbled bringing your hand to pot it back into your mouth. He swore that if he wasn’t still coming down from his first orgasm he would have come again. 

Trevor cleared his throat when you crawled back into his lap “wanna be a good girl and swallow f’me?” He asked as he cocked his head letting his hand wrap around your throat when you nodded. 

His hand caught the feeling of the release going down your throat “fuck you’re a pretty girl.” He muttered running his finger over your lower lip “I need you Z.” You pleaded letting out a whimper as you felt his cock beneath you. 

As you clenched your cunt the sensation made you both squirm “what do you want baby?” He asked cocking his head as he began to grind your hips against his. 

It made you hiss “your cock.” You got straight to the point as you felt your eyes flutter “ask nicely.” He taunted reminding you of the antics you played earlier on. 

You swallowed back a moan “I wanna feel so full of your cock.” You whined biting at your lower lip “want you to fuck me like you mean it.” You pleaded letting a shaken breath leave your lips.  

That was all he needed as he picked you up “Trevor!” You squealed wrapping your arms around his neck “just want to fuck you properly doll.” He explained with a smile laying you down on your sheet. 

He pulled his top off of his torso  before he was left with the sight of you already naked as you stripped out of your vest “think you already knew you were gonna get fucked real good tonight.” Trevor smirked kicking his sweatpants off as he found himself crawling to get closer to you “gonna let me fuck you raw?” The question came more so because he didn’t have any condoms on hand or in his room and he knew he wasn’t going to risk going to the store to get more, letting this opportunity slip past him.

You nodded running your fingers over your breasts “wanted you.” You whined making the boy smirk as pumped his cock ensuring that it was hard again “and now my pretty little girl is gonna get me all that easy huh?” The boy let out a grunt before he situated himself back between your legs “if you won’t Z I am sure that the little toy down there could do me just fine.” You snapped as your eyes pulled into a sharp line.

It made him laugh how he could get under your skin so fast even as your nipples peaked due to the cool air that the fan in your room created “no need to get all angry on me now doll.” Trevor clicked his tongue as he ran his cock over your clit resulting in a whimper leaving your lips.

He repeated the action twice more watching as his tongue darted out of his lips from pure concentration “just fu-ck god!” You practically jumped out of your skin as you felt him thrust his cock into your cunt letting his hips meet yours as he gave you no time to adjust. 

The boy smirked letting his head come closer to yours as he halted his movements taking in the sight properly “it’s just me.” He smirked running his fingers up your torso letting his hands cup your breasts ‘fuck off.” You grumbled as his head dipped to your shoulder.

His lips nipped at your tender skin “now that is no way to talk to me when you’re currently full of my dick.” The boy sucked at his teeth as he shook his head enjoying how he could hear just how much his actions left you stagnating your breath “please move.” You pleaded feeling your cunt throb as your walls hugged his cock.

It made him smile as he let his arms go on either side of you trapping you where you were “fuck baby.” He moaned driving his hips away before he pushed them back towards you setting up a painfully slow rhythm, like he wanted to torture you.

Your hands found themselves on either side of his cheeks “and here I was thinking that this mouth was good.” His chain lay flat against your neck as his forehead rested against yours “bout to get me stuck on this cunt.” The possessiveness in his voice made your cunt clench around him as your legs wrapped around his waist resulting in him reaching a deeper part of your core.

His lips grazed yours in a lousy effort to muffle his moan ‘but maybe you would like that?” When you didn’t answer his question immediately he began to increase his pace treating you like you were all of a sudden the last girl he was going to sleep with on this planet “want to be here forever.” You cried out as your breasts began to jolt against his skin with each thrust.

The desperation to come all over again hit you both as if this wouldn’t have been your second orgasms of the night “wanna make you never leave this apartment.” Trevor confessed letting his teeth tug at your lower lip making you whine in pleasure “just fucking make me cum first.” You grumbled letting your mouth form an o shape as he hit your thigh with a soft slap.

Trevor shook his head growing irritated at this new found attitude  of yours as he was trying too give you everything that you should have wanted “you want to be a brat and I’ll leave you without that fucking toy.” He warned honestly in half the mind to break it as you clearly weren’t going to need it whilst you were still with him.

His pelvic area grazed your clit making your eyes flutter as you drove your hips up desperate to feel that all over again “thought you liked this cunt too much?” You quipped back through gritted teeth trying your best to ignore how your legs began to shake “didn’t say I needed you to cum first though doll.” The warning was in genuine as you both knew he was going to make sure he fucked you through your own orgasm before he even thought about his own.

The sound of skin slapping was enough for you to break “please let me cum and I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want.” If the boy wasn’t currently the closest thing he has felt to pussy drunk he might have actually laughed at the offer “even on the boat?” In a drunk game of confessing things to the boy, you had let it slip that you had some fantasies about a guy fucking you on the family boat if you two took it for a night cruise. But of course it would only be someone who you liked enough to meet your brothers.

You nodded feeling his hand slide between your two sweaty bodies “anywhere you want.” You mumbled writhing your back against the sheet when his fingers came into contact with your clit “you like that don’t ya pretty girl?” Trevor teased feeling your cunt clench around him once more.

A whimper left your lips as he arched his back allowing his lips to latch onto your left nipple with his tongue swirling around the sensitive bead “please let me cum Z.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded “go make a mess on my cock.” His order came as he moved his attention to your other breast topping you over the edge when he locked his eyes with you.

It made you screw your eyes so tight that you swore you could see stars “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted writhing your body against your sheet and him as he continued his actions of rubbing his fingers against your clit until your cunt began to clamp down on him in these random bursts trying to milk his cock.

As much as he enjoyed getting to fuck you raw he didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences as he pulled his cock out of your cunt letting his release spray across your lower stomach when his hand began to pump at his cock “god.” He let out a grunt watching the damage he had done like it was an art piece.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes as you smiled “it’s just me.” You mumbled making him laugh as he ran his fingers through your hair to push it out of your face “think I should get you in the shower before we get some dinner.” The smell of the chicken came back to you as you heard the smoke alarm go off “The chicken!”

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[cazzyf1]

Some James Hunt lore ✨️

Because man needs to be appreciated

Warning, potential nsfw and other triggering topics under the cut

James Hunt brought a v*brator to a Mclaren mechanic asking if he could fix it.

James Hunt supporting black-led groups in South Africa when trying to gain their independence. He didn't want to commentate the South African GP because of what was happening but the BBC forced him to. So he purposely revealed during the race that him and Murry Walker were not actually in South Africa commentating (which was not known to the public at the time). He also donated all the money he got from commentating the South African GP to charities to support the apartheid's even though at the time he was struggling for money

James Hunt learnt to play the trumpet at school and was rather good at it. He got to play at the Royal Albert Hall and everyone was suprised when he played well and got invited back to perform at another show.

At school he made his younger brother a pair of pj trousers and his brother proudly wore them around. James loved his younger siblings dearly.

James studied the female anatomy to understand and help his girlfriend at the time who kept having miscarriages.

Niki had to convince German guards not to arrest James when he tried breaking back into the track after a night out.

James having to convince airport customs to let him bring a playboy magazine through because it had an interview piece with him in.

James would throw up before races and Niki sometimes would piss beside him.

After retiring from F1 James brought a farm however he couldn't kill any of the animals so it fell through. His son, Freddie, now owns a sustainable farm in Scotland.

James loved the game backgammon and made everyone play it with him.

James sent Niki a telegram after his crash trying to motivate him to get better. Niki called James up on his birthday from hospital and they chatted for hours.

James owned a nightclub called 'Oscars' named after his dog.

James Hunt slept with a journalist then got upset when she rated him in a newspaper article.

James seized the PA system from a flight attendant and gave his own version of the welcoming address as they landed. Later on he appeared sitting on luggage riding the carousel.

One day during practise James felt tired and halfway through he pulled the car over and fell asleep. Niki who was sitting out watching James practise panicked when James didn't return and jumped on an ambulance that rushed around to find James, only to find him asleep in his car.

James went to therapy and concluded that he struggled with emotional intimacy with women likely down to the lack of emotional availability in his childhood.

Once, while being interviewed, James pointed to his hotel room and him and the interviewer watched as a woman broke into his hotel room.

James was happy when Suzy left him for Richard Burton as he felt responsible for her even though their relationship had fallen apart.

James was given a toy monkey after winning the championship and carried it everywhere.

He would refuse to wear suits to formal events, preferring to wear jeans and no shoes.

In his early days he tried to enter a mini car he had made with missing doors and a garden chair in the passenger seat.

Once James was stuck in the back of a car in traffic and he needed to go to the toilet. His then girlfriend suggested he piss out the window as the car tried to rush past all the traffic but as it was so cold his c*ck wouldn't work so he was just accidentally flashing everyone as the car rushed by.

After winning the world championship, Britian hosted a 'James Hunt' day. Niki went along to wave a flag for one of the races.

One of the first times James Hunt and Murry Walker worked together, James leg was in a cast, and he sat down and put his leg on Murray's lap which really annoyed Murray. He also drank two bottles of rose wine during that commentary session.

James was utterly dedicated to his dog Oscar to the point that they were inseparable.

James said that what brought him pleasure in the bedroom is the woman feeling pleasure and that he liked a woman who knew what she wanted and told him

He became very depressed and would call the bad days his 'dippers'

He struggled with a lot of addictions but got sober for his sons

#i've become number one james hunt fan on discord so might as well share some reasons why #james hunt will forever be that icon #so much more than that playboy image #james hunt #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1

[lowkeyrobin]

Hiii im a chronically ill and disabled person and I was wondering if you could do a Ranboo x gender neutral reader that’s having a doctors appointment (list of things they would do for comfort when reader is fearful of being there?) :3

hi!!! and yes of course I could!! hope you enjoy! sorry if anything seems a little inaccurate bc I took some stuff I already know and used it for this and stuff but everyone's different lmao

RANBOO ; minor nosocomephobia

summary ; you take ranboo to the doctors with you for some moral support

warnings ; language, talk about hospitals/illness, nail biting and nervous scratching

genre ; fluff

word count ; 578

masterlist

he notices you fidgeting around as you're making your way up the elevator, picking at your nails, scratching your wrists, frequently running a hand through your hair, etcetera

they silently rub your shoulder and give you a little comforting nod as you travel down to the office where the nurses were directing you

you guys have to wait like a fucking hour after the nurse checks your blood pressure and does some basic procedures and whatnot

meanwhile they eventually reach into their enormous pockets and pull out a little fidget toy for you

"you better stop picking at your nails before I smack you. slash lighthearted"

he ensures that while he blabbers on about dumb shit, that you at least smile or giggle

he understands that you're nervous and with the long amount of waiting, it doesn't make it any better, delaying it more just makes you more anxious

if your focus strays away from the fidget toy he brought for you, he's got three more don't even worry bro

while the doctor is asking you questions, you keep looking over at them like they're gonna speak for you because you don't know how to answer some of the questions

at one point you have no idea what the doctor meant because the words got jumbled in your head from the anxiety

ranboo quickly answered for you in a heartbeat and apologized, considering they saw you silent trying to think

while the doctor has you do some physical tests to make sure your heart is running at a "you-normal" pace, he's hyping you up

if you have to do a 6 minute walk to track the way your lungs and heart pump blood and give you air to breathe, he's at one end of the hallway quietly shouting compliments and getting you through it with a little less embarrassment

the doctor is confused but supportive of him doing this for you considering they always knew you seemed very anxious around the the hospital and you seemed a little less scared about it

whatever to get you talking a little more could really go the extra mile, they're happy that you found a good way to do that as well, especially with it being a person

if for any reason they need to stick tubes on you or take ultrasounds around your body, he'll let you squeeze his hand all that you need to

they promise you your favorite fast food/takeout afterwards that way you'll try and get through it a little smoother

if you need him outside the room to talk to your doctor, he leaves in a heartbeat, he'll never disrespect your privacy, don't worry

he took pictures of all your medication bottles before leaving since he knew you'd forget to

you guys both messily botch the names while trying to pronounce them and you and the doctor all get a laugh out of it

he writes down everything the doctor says/recommends for you

they talk with the doctor in private for a bit and stuff while you're signing papers and shit

the sigh of relief once you leave 😭 ran literally looks down at you with a "yeah?"

on the way back down to the parking garage you're still fidgeting with the little tangle they'd given you because obviously going to the doctors because you're chronically ill isn't the funnest thing ever

gives you a big hug once you get to the car

"see? you're so brave and awesome"

"well, thanks for coming with me"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #badlinu x reader #ranboo oneshot #they/them reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[hey-kae]

Already So Perfect

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Request: hi! if you take requests could u maybe write about best friend!charles turned into boyfriend!charles and before the next gp, pierre goes to your hometown to help u with a surprise for charles and after the surprise you make the relationship official?

Warnings: Language, Monaco GP 2022.

Sidenote: I rewrote this about 4 times before i ended up with this version, what explains how long it took for me to post it, but i ended really liking how it turned out so i hope you do too! Strongly recommend listening to Dandelions by Ruth B. while reading cause it came on while i was writing it and my heart went 💥

Monaco Grand Prix 2022:

After that one awful pitstop and the expletives that spilled out of Charles' mouth in pure anger and frustration as he got back on track, it all seemed unsalvageable in the monégasque's eyes. It was set in stone in his mind that this weekend would be nothing but a disappointing memory that he would have learn from only to store it away and ignore it for the rest of his life after that.

For now, he didn't really know how he'd end up dealing with the painfully fresh memory, but he knew one thing for sure: he didn't expect to look back on the weekend with a satisfied smile.

You had been watching the race from the pit lanes, switching between the Alpha Tauri garage and the Ferrari one so you would be able to listen to your two best friends' team radios. Your eyes furiously came back to the grid positions every few seconds as the race neared its end, anxiously watching for any changes in the positions.

You were in the Ferrari garage, red headphones on your ears so you could listen to Charles' radio when he was asked to box. That's when shit hit the fan and a rather good race turned into a disaster. Your body acted on its own, ripping the headphones off you ears, simply not bearing to hear Charles' angry, pained voice screaming curse words like he had nothing else to say. Because, let's be real, he probably didn't.

Your eyes closed as you realized how bad this was. It was almost painful, the silence that took over the room as Charles' name dropped down to P4. The thought of how much disappointment Charles was dealing with right now squeezed at your heart and made your throat dry.

You just let your legs carry you out of the Ferrari garage and you walked in silence towards the Alpha Tauri one, knowing that the atmosphere there wouldn't be much better but still desperately wanting to escape the heavy aura of the red-dominated room.

You stayed there until all the cars passed the checkered flag and Pierre appeared amongst his team members. He shook everyone's hands, a consoling attempt from both sides, then he finally reached you giving you a quick friendly hug that showed how much he appreciated your presence there.

You never knew what to say in these situations, so you just settled for a small "Hard luck." and a sympathetic smile. Pierre responded with a small nod and a half-hearted smile.

Seconds of silence dragged on as you and Pierre stood there.

"Vas à lui. Il a besoin de toi maintenant." Go to him. He needs you right now.

It was slightly selfish, but your heart wouldn't bear being around a disappointed Charles. You just knew you'd end up blurting out anything that would make him feel better, even if that meant spilling things you wanted to keep to yourself.

"He has Arthur and his mother with him. You're alone here, Pierre."

"No, y/n. He needs you by his side after today." He emphasized the 'you' in his statement. Even after the bad race he had, a glimmer of mischief sparkled in the French driver's eyes, twisting the meaning of his words in many confusing ways.

The questioning looks you gave Pierre made him give you a little push and a small, encouraging "Go!"

For some reason, Pierre's insistence made you hurl to the bright red garage, only to find it mostly empty except for some team members. Enough time had passed since the race. Charles had probably already passed by here and was probably even done with the media and press duties he had post-race.

Your shoulders slouched in a short-lived moment of surrender before you started sprinting to the motorhome, knowing that would be where you'd find Charles.

Thankfully, you were right. Charles was in his driver's room. He seemed to be picking up a few things and packing them in a duffel bag so he could head home.

"Charles..." You started but quickly found that your words were crushed under the weight of the situation.

He turned to look at you the second his name rolled off your lips. It might sound dramatic, but you could almost see his guard being let down, the unreadable look on his face quickly getting replaced by an honest, vulnerable one. He finally allowed his body to relax and he sat on the massage table behind him.

"I'm so sorry about today." You managed, taking a cautious step towards him.

Charles, when upset, usually kept to himself and bottled up all his feelings, so it was safe to say that you didn't expect his hand to wrap around your wrist nor for him to pull you in to stand between his parted legs.

"J'en ai marre de ça, y/n." I'm sick of this, y/n. He mumbled, pulling you close and hugging you around the stomach.

"Je sais." I know. You didn't have the right words to say so you just rubbed circles on his back with one hand and ran your fingers through his tangled hair with other, not caring that it was still slightly damp with sweat.

You hoped it helped him feel a little better, but you highly doubted that so you just let him stay wrapped around you for as long as he needed. You didn't mind staying that way until he decided he okay to pull away.

The staff, on the other hand, had other plans.

"Charles, i'm really sorry but they need to start deconstructing the motorhome." Someone spoke from outside the room. Charles pulled away, his expression scarily impatient, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath in attempt to calm himself down.

"C'mon." He disguised the urge to ask you to come home with him with the small word but you understood him and you didn't find one reason to why you shouldn't accompany him. If he needed you by his side, even if it was just as a friend, that is where you were gonna be. At least for today, you were willing to ignore your feelings for the guy that was currently guiding you out of the Ferrari motorhome towards the outdoors.

Once you were outside, you felt his hand wrap around yours. It shocked you enough that your gaze immediately shifted down to look at your hands. Charles, apparently just as surprised by his gesture, studied your face, trying so hard to read you expression and understand how you felt towards that. You didn't really know what reaction he wanted so you concealed all the feelings this gave you, keeping your expression neutral.

His lips pursed and he started making his way towards his black Ferrari. You followed him with a head swirling with a million thoughts.

The drive to his apartment was overruled by a comfortable but confused silence. Fans had stopped him on his way out of the parking space, waving at him but keeping a distance, clearly aware of the race results.

Once you reached your destination, Charles told you to make yourself at home before he disappeared into his bedroom.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower." He appeared in the doorframe, shirtless with a towel draped over his arm.

You nodded, looking away as you felt your cheeks blush. You saw him disappear again out of the corner of your eye.

Letting out a breath you were holding, you rid yourself of your light jacket and headed towards his kitchen to make him something to eat.

It was shocking how fast Charles' quick shower was. You didn't expect him to walk into the kitchen so soon, but there he was, hair still wet, watching you from one of the chairs by the kitchen table.

"You don't have to make food."

"Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

He nodded and thanked you before the room fell back into silence.

You were reaching to grab a plate when you heard Charles' voice again.

"I don't know why i feel like this is the right time to say this but I can't see you as a friend anymore."

His words immobilized you momentarily but you quickly recovered and spun around to face him.

"I'm sorry, what?" You didn't know if you were confused or hurt. Whatever it was that you were feeling, it wasn't good.

Here you were, keeping him company in his apartment after a bad race and making him food, trying to make up for his bad day and he still had the audacity to tell you he didn't see you as a friend anymore.

"I just can't be friends with you anymore," you didn't wait for him to finish. You dropped everything you had in your hands onto the counter and quickly started making your way back to his living room so you could grab your phone and get going.

However, his damn fast reactions kicked in and his arm wrapped around your waist just as you were gonna pass him.

He stood up before he continued his previously interrupted sentence.

"... i like you too much to be okay with being your friend. Je veux être beaucoup plus que cela." I want to be way more than that.

At this point, he didn't need to hold you back from walking away. That thought was long gone and instead, you quickly turned to face him. Your mind didn't register it fast enough because it just sounded too good to be true.

Pierre's insistence that you go to Charles after the race instead of staying with him suddenly started making sense.

You stared at your best friend in disbelief, you mind still processing the fact that he just said the words you thought you'd never hear from him. It seemed like you brain was too busy memorizing this moment instead of busying itself with coming up with a response.

You just stood there admiring the guy you've liked for so long, since both of you were children begging your parents to sleep over at each others' houses, and the look on his face as he expressed feelings you could've only dreamt he felt.

"Now would be the time to say something." He grimaced awkwardly, his mind already running over the list of ways this weekend could tumble even lower down the scale of catastrophe. He was desperately trying to get insight on wether or not this was a good idea.

Without even realizing what you were doing nor thinking the action through, your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his shampoo and basking in the the comfort of being so close to him. At that moment, you literally felt him relax and exhale in relief, his own arms wrapping around your waist in a delicate embrace while he hid his face in your neck.

The fact that you could feel his heart beat against your own body gave you goosebumps all over. However, it seemed like for now the only thing you cared about was how amazingly safe you felt in his toned arms. It felt like that's where you belonged in the first place. It felt like home.

After that, Charles decided that eating on the table would put too much distance between the two of you so you ended up on his couch, your legs draped over one of his and two plates of food in your laps as he ranted about his day before he made sure to ask you about yours.

As it neared midnight, you started getting anxious about leaving alone this late, especially since you were getting sleepy.

"Charles, i really need to leave." You started getting up, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer.

"Leaving? Why? Just stay here."

Previously, there were moments in your friendship with Charles where the limit lines blurred and you ended up cuddling in bed until both you fell asleep. You never thought it was weird since you had grown up around Charles and the both of you grew up thinking it was normal. Therefore, it didn't really make sense to him that you were planning to leave tonight after all that happened.

It barely took any convincing from his side before you were dressed in his sweats and cuddled up with him in his bed.

The night passed in a blur of confessions and sloppy kisses and before you knew it, sunlight came into the room uninvited, reminding you that even if you felt like the two of you were the only ones to exist in this world, reality still says otherwise.

You woke up to two text messages from pierre.

"I haven't heard from both u and Charles since yesterday so i guess last night went like i thought it would." The first text read, the other one being a string of winking emojis.

You didn't have time to respond since Charles, still mostly asleep, grabbed your phone out of your hand, dropped it onto the mattress and pulled you back into him as you giggled.

Silverstone Race week 2022:

A full month since monaco. A full month since you and Charles started dating.

Precisely, on the Wednesday before the british race, the 29th, a full month would've passed.

It was the Monday just before that. Charles was flying to you tomorrow, planning to spend the day here before the both of you head to Britain. Pierre, on the other hand flew in on Sunday just like you asked him to.

Throughout the past month, Charles had gone out of his way to spend as much time with you as was possible. The amount of dates he had managed to sneak into his schedule was absurd, especially since the dates involved one of you flying to the other. You wanted to do something nice for him. That's where Pierre, who was ecstatic when he found out the two of you were dating, came into play.

While watching a movie with Charles once, there was a scene where the two main characters went on a date on the beach right as sunset started. He had said that he's always wanted to try that so, naturally, you were planning to recreate that for him.

You saved up some money and rented out a section of a beachside restaurant, spilling some additional cash so they would give you full privacy and control over the space for a few hours. You insisted on the privacy part of the deal since your relationship with Charles was still a secret. No one other than Pierre and your families knew.

Along with your french best friend, you went shopping and got all the things you needed, from cooking ingredients down to small candles to decorate with.

Pierre stared complaining once he realized he was going to have to help you with all the cooking, but he still did it nonetheless, telling you that he expects any future Leclerc children to hold his name due to his big contribution in making the relationship happen.

"Dude, what the hell? We've been dating for a month! Easy on us, please." You had replied.

Tuesday noon, you climbed into your car and headed straight to the airport to pick up Charles. He met you in the parking lot and gave you the biggest kiss once he settled in your passenger seat.

As was planned, Pierre was nowhere to be found when Charles and you returned to your apartment. He was probably already finishing up the preparations of the things you had bought yesterday.

As sunset neared, you started bugging Charles that he should get up and get dressed because you wanted to show him a spot you discovered. After some bickering about that, he ended up putting on some white shorts and a loose beige button down. You couldn't help but smile as you realized he had unknowingly picked out the perfect outfit for what you had planned and that the color of his shirt was almost identical to the color of your sundress.

Halfway through the drive, you stopped on the side of the road to blindfold Charles with a bandana you brought with you. You also sent Pierre a quick message telling him he should disappear from the restaurant in about 5 minutes, then you resumed the journey.

"I don't like this, y/n. I'm getting nauseous." Charles had complained many times, even after you had parked your car and started helping him out of it.

"5 more seconds, i swear." You assured him as you guided him down the beach. Luckily, there was a pavement that gilded through the sand so he hadn't picked up on where you two were yet.

Once you reached the spot you and Pierre prepared, you turned around to make sure everything looked good before telling Charles to take off the blindfold.

It looked golden, in a way.

The sun was just about to start setting, its light harmonizing perfectly with the one coming from the littered candles and the lanterns paving the way to the dinner set up. Instead of setting up a table, you had used a big white tablecloth directly on the sand and placed many pillows and cushions on its edges. Right in the middle was the food Pierre had helped you prepare, distributed neatly on white plates. In a big bucket of ice on the side, there was a bottle of white wine ready to be served and just beside that, there was a bouquet of red tulips and white baby's breaths, the only pop of color that meets the eye.

You had chosen the tulips because they meant 'thank you' and you were thankful for Charles. The baby's breath, on the other hand, was a different story. The florist told you it symbolized everlasting love, and even though you have not said it before, but you loved Charles in a way that felt like it would most-literally define the meaning of the word "everlasting".

"You can open your eyes." You spoke after intertwining your fingers with his.

You watched Charles as he ripped the bandana off with his free hand, his expression completely changing as his eyes met the sight in front of him. His lips were parted and his eyes were glistening, his hold on your arm tightening.

"Oh mon dieu, y/n." Oh my god, y/n. He gasped.

"I don't know if you remember when you told me you wanted to go on a beach date, but i wanted to surprise you with one. Plus, tomorrow is the 29th, so it's been a month since Monaco, what means that we've-" he cut off your rambling with a passionate kiss, his lips feeling perfect against yours, an amazing combination of sweet and firm.

"Je n'comprend pas comment tu es si parfaite. Ça- Ça c'est magnifique, et toi... Mon dieu, tu es tout ce que j'ai toujours voulu." I don't understand how you're so perfect. This- this is amazing, and you... My god, you're all i've ever wanted. He said after breaking the kiss, pulling you as close to him as was possible, planting small kisses on your forehead between his words.

"Tu merite bien plus que ça, Charles." You deserve way more than this, Charles. You kissed his cheek and snuggled into his chest while he continued staring in disbelief.

Seeing him smiling like that was all you wanted out of life. Seeing his eyes glimmer with so much happiness made you want to spend forever making him happy. You were never superstitious nor religious but, standing right there with him made you want to beg every higher power and wish on every shooting star, passing airplane and dandelion that you'd get to spend the rest of your life with this man.

He looked over at you, his gaze making it hard to breathe while also setting your soul free and making your heart dance with utmost joy.

If the kind of love that comes once in a lifetime and sticks around until your very last breath actually existed, this was definitely it for you.

"I love you, Charles. I think i was already starting to in Monaco, but now i feel it so strongly and i just can't hold it in anymore." The words spilled out of your mouth once your body felt like it was overflowing with the love you felt for the man stood beside you.

To your relief, the words made Charles' smile grow.

"I love you too, mon ange." My angel. He kissed the top of your head. "Je t'aime tellement beaucoup plus que je ne le pensais possible." I love you way more than I thought was possible.

His words had such a strong effect on you. They made your heart want to escape its cage and leap towards his. You've just never felt happier.

After that, you both sat and ate.

Charles literally blushed when you gave him the flowers and explained their meanings to him. It nearly made your heart burst, seeing him so flustered over something you did.

You were sat between his legs, his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a loving embrace when he propped his phone up on one of the cushions beside him without you noticing, immortalizing the moment perfectly in a photo. You had your head tilted back slightly, your eyes closed and one your hands wrapped around his arm while the other reached behind you to cup his face as he kissed your cheek, your surroundings illuminated softly with the glow of lanterns and small candles.

The moment he showed you the picture, you fell in love with it, making him smile.

"How about we use it to let the world know? I just want post it in my story and brag about having you in my arms." He suggested in a tone that made it clear that he was just testing the waters. He wasn't going to pressure you into anything but he just wanted you to know he was ready to share this with everyone.

You quickly turned to look at him. You found him waiting for a response with full seriousness.

"You actually want to do that?"

He nodded, "As long as you want it too. We don't have to do it yet but I'll probably end up using this picture no matter when." He chuckled, looking back down at his phone screen.

You admired his smiling face and his blushed cheeks and asked yourself why you were hiding the fact that you get to call him yours from the world anyway. Looking at him alone made you grin like a lovesick idiot, for God's sake.

"Post it." You smiled and he looked up at you with so much love it nearly made you squirm.

"Tu es certaine?" Are you sure?

You nodded and kissed him.

Less than a minute later, he put his phone away, signifying that your relationship was now as public as it can get. You heart beat faster as both excitement and nervousness coursed through you, but Charles touch on your skin was quick to dispose of any negative thoughts.

When you were back home, you logged into instagram and hundreds of notifications rolled in.

You ignored them and just clicked on Charles' story to see what he had posted. Sure enough, the picture from earlier appeared on your screen, the only addition being very few words Charles added on the bottom corner.

"I don't think it gets better than this." The small text box read and right below it was your username, signifying that Charles had mentioned you.

You heart swelled at the little sentence he had chosen to add and you found yourself replaying the story over and over again before finally sharing in onto your own profile, the grin never leaving your face.

After that, you sent Pierre a quick message, inviting him over for breakfast tomorrow, thanking him repeatedly for his help and letting him know that everything went well.

"I know."

"I just liked his story." He replied, shamelessly referencing the many internet memes about him liking posts on instagram. It was funny, you couldn't deny that.

You sat and thought about the upcoming race weekend while Charles' singing voice sounding from the shower filled the apartment, grounding you and assuring you that this was in fact your reality, even if it felt too good to be true.

This weekend, you'd finally get to walk around the paddock with Charles without going out of your way to look like platonic friends like you had done the previous race. This weekend, you'd finally get to walk around with his hand in yours and with the whole world knowing that he was your boyfriend. The thought alone made your stomach fill with butterflies,

It seems like Charles was right after all. It doesn't get much better than this, does it?

How can it get better when this is already so perfect?

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[marimayscarlett]

We need Christmasy Kruspe! 🚬🎄

Hello 🤗❄⛄

Alright, I have a look in the back if we still have some Christmasy Kruspe in store - I mean, it's getting close to Christmas and he really is quite popular with the customers... Oh, here, I found some! Some Christmasy Kruspe in various shades and forms coming right up 🎄🎅

First, some light and entertaining Christmasy Kruspe facts from back in the day (from this interview):

Back when he lived in New York, he liked to invite his family and friends over for Christmas. This gathered several people from different countries and the rule was that everyone had to bring a typical Christmas dish from their country for the celebration.

On the second day of Christmas, it's time for a Lord of the Rings marathon 🧝🏼‍♀️🧙🏼‍♂️

Back when he was a kid, one Christmas his brother and sister apparently got a lot of presents while he was sitting there with two little ones, internally breaking a sweat that maybe he did something wrong 👀 Some minutes later, his father brought a huge present for him into the room which contained an enourmous toy car track which Richard wished for desperately, and he still likes to think back fondly to this particular Christmas celebration.

Here's some christmasy advice from Richard from this interview: "Try to make peace with your family, which is a big thing always for me too."

And of course, to get into that cosy christmas feeling fully, have some wonderful Christmasy Kruspe edits, created by the wonderful and talented CEO of "Näd's bäd Photoshop", the one and only @dandysnob 🎄👏 (including some Kruspe-Grinch for our Christmas-averse customers):

#rammstein #richard kruspe #ask #big applaus for näd to once again serving the BEST edits ever #i feel the christmas spirit already 👏👏👏

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 11: the acadent

Table of contents

As we pulled up to school I could feel everyone's eyes on me and Emmett as we walked hand in hand towards the school. Most were surprised or shocked but as we passed my group of friends I couldn't help not missing the proud looks Angela and Tyler were giving us.

“What the shit?” Mike mumbled as Jessica scoffed and walked away. I ignored her but I waved at Tyler with my free hand. He chuckled and gave me a thumbs up as we walked into the school towards the cafeteria.

“School hasn’t already started and you two are already the talk of the school” Edward said as we sat down at their usual table. I just shook my head not liking the attention that much. The attention I was given after my parents died finally died down and now something else happened that gave them a reason to talk.

“Don't worry they'll get used to it and all the commotion will stop” Alice smiled as she held Jasper's hand. I nodded then turned to the guy I think I could now consider my best friend.

“But one thing to talk about is this..” I said to Edward. “You gonna talk to Bella?”

Edward filled his hands together on the table and shrugged. “I wouldn't,” Damon said, butting in. Rosalie nudged him despite agreeing with him. She didn’t want anyone insulting my family.

I shrugged. “You know you dont half to edward…I know you’ll make the right decision”

Edward nodded and stood up. “We should get to geomercy, by guys” Edward said and left to Mr. Booth’s math class with me in tow,

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“So you and Cullen?” Mike asked as he caught up with me on the hallway. As I walked down the hallway to band I sighed. I knew he didn’t like it, and I really didn't care. Me and him weren't close and all my other human friends didn't have a problem with it.

“Yes..me and Emmett, is there a problem?” I asked as I looked up down the stretch of the hallway. The band room was all the way at the end of the school and by this time of the day there weren't that many people besides the band numbers and the occasional janitor. I looked away from my disapproving acquaintance.

“He just doesn't seem your type,” he replied. I scoffed and walked a bit faster when I noticed Edward waiting up against the brick wall closest to the band room. He looked at me with concern. “And what do you know about my ‘type’” I asked. Before he could answer I walked away from him and went towards Edward.

“You okay?” I shrugged and walked through the door he held open for me. When we walked in I wanted to laugh at the unusual chaos that was happening. All the chairs and the base drum were pushed up against the wall and in the middle the band was setting up stands in different heights and potions.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked. The drumb major looked up from the toy car he was messing with. “Mrs. Holly is gone so we're building a race track” I chuckled and looked at Edward. I knew this wasn't his thing. Being a regular teenager and doing stuff that might have consequences later just wasn't his thing. Him and Jasper were both like that. Same with Stefan. I think Emmett and Damon are the only ones who will just let loose and live their life.

I grabbed his hand and walked towards Eric. “Come on Eddie live a little” he chuckled and stood on the other side of me with his hands in his gray jacket. I think everyone was too scared to ask him to have fun. Maybe he just needed a friend that wasn't his vampire family or my dumb cousin.

When the circle made its way to me and Edward both got the controllers and started racing. He looked happy and the first time in the short moments I knew him he was smiling. To my surprise he won while mine gout stuck in between two stands. I laughed and passed it over to tyler. “I'm surprised Cullen”

“What? Emmett makes me play mario cart with him and Damon  if no one else will” I laughed and Edward chuckled along with me.

“thanks” Edward said.

“for what?” I asked.

“being my friend”

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After school I decided to hang out with Bella. I was laying on the hood of her truck waiting for Emmett to get out of the school. “What do you know about the Cullens? You hang out with them”

“not much, I just recently started talking to them” I said watching the slushy snow hit my sunglasses. I hopped off the hood and saw Bella eyeing Edward. “You like him, don't you?”

“yeah-no! Maybe.. I don't know” she stuttered and started gripping the zipper of her coat. I chuckled. "well let me know when you get your priorities straight"

Bella rolled her eyes. “Emmett Cullen is eyeing you” I looked over and smiled at him. He was now sitting on the hood of Stefan's red Porsche with a smirk on his face. I shook my head as Stefan pushed him off this car.

I was about to walk over to him but I heard the sound of tires screeching. My eyes widened as I saw Tyler's van coming for me and Bella. Bella grabbed me trying to hide behind me. I froze in my place and body jolted with fear as old flashbacks hit my mind. I covered my face with my fear of cars hitting me like a freight train.

I squeezed my eyes shut preparing for impact. I didn’t feel the van, just the impact of Emmett’s chest as he shielded me. The sounds of the van crashing into Bella’s truck and Emmetts fist made me shake like a leaf in his arms. I let out a sod as I moved closer to his chest despite the growing pain in my wrist.

"What hurts? Are you okay?" Emmett asked. I was shaking in his arms as tears slid down my cheek. I was convinced I was dying but the cold hand I grew to love cupped my cheek and lifted my face up.

He looked me in the eyes. “It's okay, you're okay. I got you” he whispered. I shook my head as his arms pulled me tighter. He looked down and sighed with relief as he carefully picked me up. As he did, half of the student body swarmed the crash sight.

“Are you okay?” Angela asked us to race over to us. I nodded as Emmett helped keep me steady. “Im f-fine” I said, still slightly shaken up. It then clicked that someone else was probably hurt.

“I'm gonna take her to the hospital,” Emmett said. As he picked me up and looked over at the van. “Is Tyler okay?”

Before Emmett could leave and take me to his Jeep Tyler stuck his bloody head out. “I'm okay, I'm so sorry Y/n” he said, trembling. Emmett glared at him as he carried me to his jeep.

The whole family stared bewildered at what just happened. Edward looked shocked as he searched the car lot for Bella as Jasper stood uncomfortable as all the aggressive and panicky emotions hit him. Alice followed Emmett to his jeep with a panicked look.

“I'm sorry Emmett, I should have seen it coming, it was only supposed to be Bella!”

Emmett laid me in the back seat and closed the door as he reassured a sobbing alice. She had nothing to be sorry for and it hurt to think that she thought she was to blame because she didn’t see it coming.

“Emmett, we need to go home before anyone starts to suspect.” Stefan said.

“Yeah wait for the Ambulance” Damon added.

“Shut the hell up! Both of you '' Emmett said as he climbed into the jeep to take me to the hospital.

“It's okay..when we get there Carlise will take care of you” Emmett said kinda panicked now himself. I didn’t know who he was trying to reassure, himself or me.

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As we got the ER Emmett wouldn’t leave my side. As I was led to a bed I saw Tyler was already there. He gave me a remorseful look, he looked down missing Emmett’s nasty stare. The Nurse got me up on one of the examination beds and took my blood pressure as Emmett sat on a stool next to me. He looked around with a watchful eye and would shoot a treating look to anyone who passed,

“Calm down will ya” I said, taking his hand after the nurse left to get the doctor. We both seemed to calm down just by the little contact we had from each other…it was nice.

The ER door then swung open causing me to jump. I looked towards the reasoning of the jump scare and it was only Uncle Charlie. “Thank god you're okay”

“Hey, uncle charlie” I smiled meekly. Emmett looked up and mumbled ‘hello sir’

As Charlie walked started to walk towards us but stopped midway to turn to tyler. “You and I are gonna have a talk” that only made Tyler feel worse. He looked down with glossy eyes. I sighed and removed the ice pack from my forehead.

“Uncle Charlie its fine, it wasn’t his fault”

Emmett shook his head. “I'm sorry but it sure as hell isn’t okay” Charlie nodded. “I agreed.. You can kiss your license goodbye” he said to Tyler. He then turned to Emmett.

“Were you in the accident too?” he asked Emmett. He shook his head. “No Chief, I just wanted to make sure she got here safe,” Charlie nodded and held out his hand towards Emmett. “Thank you”

“I'm so sorry y/n” Tyler said again. Emmett rolled his eyes and Charlie turned to him and sighed.

“It's okay,” I said softly. Uncle Charlie sighed and pulled the curtain between us. “Stop saying its okay, you could have been killed, you realize that?”

I shrugged. “But I didn’t soo…”

Emmett shook his head as another Doctor walked in. He had blonde hair and gold eyes. He was handsomer than any movie star i've ever seen. He had brightness to him and he looked like he could make anyone smile just by doing it himself. He was handsome but not as handsome as Emmett. I recognized him as Dr. Cullen from the other night.

“Heard the Chief's niece was in '' he smiled brightly. I blushed as he stood before me. Emmett rolled his eyes.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Emmett asked his ‘father’ before he even started. Dr. Cullen checked over my chart as he nodded towards his ‘son’. “Chart says a sprained wrist but there's a few more things I want to check” he said softly then turned my direction.

“y/n Swan, how are you feeling?” he asked. He whispered the last part of my name like he recognized it. Not from my uncle but something else.

“Like someone ran over me” I said. “And ran over me again. And again and again-”

“I think he gets it,” Charlie sighed. Emmett snickered as he looked at Dr. Cullen.

“It could have gotten ugly” Emmett said as Dr. Cullen shined a small flashlight to check my eyes for concussions. “Well it wasn't thanks to you” i smiled.

Charlie turned to him as Dr. Cullen put a black brace on my left wrist. I missed what he said to Emmett as Dr. Cullen started talking to me. “Is that too tight?” I shook my head no as closed the brace with the velcro that was attached.

“So keep that on for a few weeks, but other than a sprained wrist,you're perfectly fine” Dr. Cullen smiled then turned to Emmett. “Why don't you go to my office?” Emmett nodded, then turned to me. “I’ll call you tonight” he placed a quick kiss on my cheek which didn’t go unnoticed by my uncle. He sighed and gave Emmett a look. Dr. Cullen looked almost impressed but at the same time looked at Emmett like he was a crazy person.

As we left the ER I was immediately engulfed by a tight hug from Owen. “thank god you're okay” as he pulled away i noticed his eyes were red and puffy. He looked down and sighed. “I thought i was gonna lose you too”

I sighed and ruffled his hair. “You're not getting rid of him that easily” he smiled softly as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “Let's go home, i'm tired”

As we rounded the corner we could hear faint whispers. “I'm glad you saved her but you know how many people saw that stunt?” it was Rosalie’s voice. I stopped but Owen continued to listen. I tried to pull him away. “Owen it's none of our business”

“No, you pulled a Sonic the Hedgehog across the parking lot..and were happy about it?” Damon asked. “I'm not apologizing to anyone for saving her, especially not to you” Emmett growled.

“No, they're talking about you, that's Emmett’s sister right?” he said, pushing me back.

“This isn’t just about you two, its about all of us” Damon growled.

I tried to pull Owen back again but this time he lost balance and ran into the wall with a thud. The sound made the family look up and I looked down embarrassed.

“Sorry” I mumbled.

Dr. Cullen pulled Rosalie and Damon to the side and Emmett walked towards me. Owen sighed and walked to the front desk where Uncle Charlie was signing papers. Emmett smiled softly and learned against the wall crossing his arms. “How are you feeling? You seemed a little freaked out back there…almost like a panic attack” he asked concerned. I was quick to change the subject. I wasn’t ready to tell him.

“I suppose i should thank you” Emmett raised an eyebrow expecting more but at the same time concerned about me quickly dodging the question. But he didn’t push and he just let it go which I was thankful for.

I rolled my eyes with a fake sigh. “Thank you for saving my life…again” he smirked and he pushed himself off the wall and walked up to me. “You sure like danger, don't you?” he asked, placing his cold hand on my cheek. I smiled and leaned into it.

“It just happens” i mumbled.

“Well nothing will hurt you when I'm around… I promise” he said softly. And I believed him.

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how about some yandere Peter mothatuckin Ballard?

The lab

Summary: A regular day for you and your slightly manipulative boyfriend. You are an orderly here.

A/N: Thank you so much! It was really fun to write and although it is a bit short i hope you like it. I'm still new to writing yandere and writing in general, so feedback is welcome. Reblogs appreciated. Should i use Peter Ballard or Henry Creel as his name for future fics?

Italics is just your thoughts.

The moment you stepped though the door, there was going to be no way back. Although, you did not know this yet. Thinking it would be just like a normal job. You were wrong on that. Never would you have imagined that you would look after kids with some kind of superpowers. You couldn't leave the lab for more than 15 minutes, just enough for some fresh air and to pick some flowers. These breaks led to your daily flower pick moments. No surpise then that this place led to your guys meeting each other.

"Have i seen you before?'' You looked up from the grass to see a young man standing there. Wow, he was handsome. "I don't think so, I have only arrived here a few days ago and just started to settle in." You answered. "Well allow me to introduce myself then, my name is Peter." He held out his hand. "Y/N." I took his hand and got up from the grass. "Very weird question Peter, but do you know what time it is? I asked. "Quarter past 12, why?" As his mind began to work he realized the break times. "Ah, you started at 12 I suppose?" "Mhm, now it was lovely to talk to you and I hope to you soon!" You quickly cleaned your outfit of all the grass and hurried back inside. Peter couldn't help but to smile at your antics.

"Eleven?" you called out while you entered the rainbow room. You didn't have to wait long for her to respond. Well not a verbal response but more a run into your legs at full speed response. "Wow, slow down. I'm not leaving" You joked as she slowly started to loosen her grip on you. You have only been here for a few days but you bonded so quickly with Eleven that it felt like you have known her your entire life. "What you want to do? Draw, chess or maybe the toy cars?" you asked her. "Draw please."She mumbled. "Well then off we go!"

This is how it went for a couple months. Wake up, watching over kids, break time with Peter, watching over kids, dinner, shower and go to sleep. Everything seemed normal to you. Not to Peter. Over the months he slowly started to fall for you, he felt the need to protect you. Like you were fragile, a doll. He watched out for you in multiple aspects. He helped you witch hiding flowers if you brought some for the children, he kept track of the time when you where out, he made sure you always had food if you were sick and he protected you if the other orderly people made some remarks towards you. You did not know the last point, but that was alright with him. He knew that you would appreciatie it. With the Soteria in his neck he couldn't use his powers but he still had his mind games and damn were they successful. Not only towards you but also towards everyone else. He was head over heels for you, maybe just a bit too much...

You started to notice his protective services when you noticed Mark( another orderly) started to keep his distance from you when you were both working in the same room. "Mark?"you called out. "Are you alright?" He quickly started nodding saying that nothing was wrong. You just found it peculiar, in the last week you've chatted a lot with him. Peter entered the room about 20 minutes later. "Mark, Brenner asked for you." He stared at Mark until he was gone. "You alright Y/N?" He asked as soon as he saw your eyes becoming a bit red. "Not really, Mark has been avoiding our conversations today. "Strange, i'll talk to him Y/N don't worry." He said while holding you to his chest so you could relax. Head on his shoulder you didn't see the glimmer in his eyes when he said talk to him. If you had noticed maybe Mark wouldn't have died due to unknown reasons.

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absolutely loving your kate x reader stories more please!!

[A/N: It's been so long since I've had the pleasure of writing Kate x Reader and am intending to wrap up on a few of the stories that I've started previously. Here is the much-requested Part Two of "Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot"]

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Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot Pt.2 | Kate Bishop x Reader

The door was cold against the small of your back, rising goosebumps across your arms, and your neck. The bite on your shoulder throbbed in tandem with the sound of your heart which was nearly deafening. You’d never heard it this loud before. Your nails curled into the palm of your hand as you tried, and failed, to still your breathing.

The girl hadn’t followed you when you took off down the street, hadn’t even attempted to. You counted it as a small blessing- being allowed to return to your apartment with little interference. The cold seeped into your skin as your shoes slapped the pavement. You weren’t going to cry, not in front of the stranger.

A werewolf. Ha.

That was utterly ridiculous. Though you had had your Twilight phase in middle school along with everyone else it was nothing but ebbed fiction. You could argue over Edward or Jacob until you were blue in the face, but you would never admit validity to any of the myths.

You’d sooner believe an escape from the zoo. Of course- it hadn’t been on any of the headlines. You spent your whole first period scrolling through the local news and nothing about an escaped wolf graced your screen.

“That would be insane.” You paced the length of your living room, toying with the sinched gold belt around your waist. “Fucking werewolves.”

Except, was it entirely crazy? The strange girl did share the striking blue gaze as the animal. She described everything you were feeling with innate accuracy before mumbling the truth bluntly. This, however, was the last thing you needed.

You had calmed down a good amount by the time MJ and America stumbled through the door, throwing their car keys into the small bowl next to yours. America’s stare darkened almost immediately with relief.

“Where did you run off to?” she asked.

“Run? I took an uber. I couldn’t run back here. I forgot a quiz due at midnight.”

“Right. Well, we got our asses kicked at beer pong. Those frat boys only have good aim where it counts.” MJ flopped down onto the sofa face first, the rest of her words muffled by the stuffing in the pillow.

You let out a forced chuckle and watched America carefully. She was watching you back, a narrow edge to her stare. It made your stomach hurt. Maybe it was the cold pasta you had eaten earlier, the way that America could read you like a book. Or it could be the girl who claimed to be a werewolf.

There was an alcohol haze to the color of her eyes. That meant you were off the hook until at least morning. You didn't know if you would make it that long, truly, without succumbing to the anxiety of it all.

You excused yourself, giving them a meek wave before MJ went back into the criticism of her own terrible trajectory. Her words were muffled by a throw pillow. You closed your bedroom door and breathed in the scent of your surroundings. Is this really what you smelt like?

It wasn’t bad but it was distinct. There was a sourness under your bed that led you to an expired banana, brown and dripping. You grimaced, wondering where that had gone before you unlatched your window and tossed it into the bushes down below with a preemptive shiver. Gross.

Also, not what you had to worry about right now, but it helped you focus up. Werewolves weren’t real. But then again, you couldn’t deny the animal chasing you, its speed, it’s tracking ability. A house pet couldn’t do that. Or at least you hoped it couldn’t. And maybe the girl in the middle of the street had something going for her, other than that soft, half-animal gaze.

You had fallen into a deep, exhaustion-fueled sleep in the same sheet that you had taken from your bed and fashioned around your waist earlier. Your own half-tonal scent mixed deliciously with the grease of bacon, and the simmering of eggs.

It was a tradition that pained you to miss out on. You went to the parties with America and MJ, you suffered through terrible frats and vapid small talk, and as an award, MJ would fix up the biggest Sunday morning breakfast. It usually came with leftovers to be devoured that night with shitty reality television playing in front of you.

You pulled on the closest sweatshirt that didn’t smell too overwhelming, a pair of jeans, and the softest shoes you could muster. Because at some point during the night, you became determined to do what you did best, research.

Going through the front door wasn’t an option.

The third-degree had burned you too much these last 48 hours, and though you were on the second floor of your apartment building, you figured that you could get down there with no problem. A drain ran horizontally along the building and worse comes to worst, you could just fall into the bushes with the musty banana. Your plan was flawless.

The cold air burned your hands as they gripped the side of the brick sill. So- maybe this was easier in your head and maybe it was a further drop than you intended. With a deep breath, you hoisted yourself up and over the side of the window, back facing the small courtyard behind you.

You took it slow, inching to the metal pipe. The second your fingertips hit the metal you relaxed a bit. Never in a million years would you see yourself doing this. You inched down the edge of the gutter, hooking your hands on the small bolts until you shimmied halfway to the ground below.

Right when the confidence rose in your chest, your left foot slipped, the rubber of your shoe not enough to grip the small hold on the brick. You felt your knees scrape the rough material; cheek pushed against the earthy brick. You clenched your eyes shut. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Just let go!” A voice called up.

In shock, you nearly released your grip, eyes flashing to anger as you looked down. The girl that had followed you from the party stood in the greying grass below. She had a shit-eating grin on her face that made your stomach do flips. That, or the fact that you were up a lot higher than you thought. You hadn’t made headway at all- too far from the window and even further from the ground.

“How are you here right now?”

“I took the bus,”

“You know what I mean!” You grunted, arms burning. “How did you find me?”

She rolled her eyes “Just drop, I promise nothing will happen to you.”

You gritted your teeth. The wind was starting to sting against your skin. What happened to being so confident that you could drop if you need to? You must have left that sentiment up there in the room. Though, you didn’t want to trust a stranger who had maybe bitten you.

“What? You’re going to catch me?”

“No, you’re going to catch yourself.” You turned and glared at her again. She was awful at talking you down. Her jacket was a cobalt blue, calming against the drab scenery around you both. Her hands were in her pockets, perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised.  “You can’t stay up there forever. But I can’t say I don’t enjoy the view.”

You wrapped your left hand tighter around the gutter, using the right to flip her off. You went to readjust yourself instead, but your other foot took a nosedive from the movement, and you were suddenly falling.

The breath was knocked from your lungs as you hit the ground, your legs finding solace in the hedges while the rest of you sprawled on your back on the open grass. You groaned out the rest of the air in your lungs, the sun blocked by the silhouette of the girl.

“Yeah, I really thought your natural instincts were going to jump in.”

“You’re the worst.”

She reached down a hand to help you up, but you batted it away before hoisting yourself easily to a standing position, crawling from the bushes in something that couldn't look at all flattering. Your lower back throbbed in protest, heart beating fast a few times before everything faded and the screaming in your muscles stopped.

You let out a huff and straightened yourself before stomping away from her. The library wasn’t a far walk, and you refused to be cornered on the bus with her. There were worse fates, but that one was high up there. Pretty or not, she was clearly missing a few screws. Werewolves. Ha.

“Listen, we need to talk,” She trotted along, matching your pace. “I know you don’t necessarily want to hear what I have to say. I’m sure you’re really confused or whatever, but Clint will literally murder me if I don’t bring you back to the compound.”

Stopping short of the curb you turned and glared at her. “The what? Actually, you know what, I don’t care! I’m not going anywhere with you, much less something called the compound. You’re crazy if you think I would listen to anything you say at all after you… you bit me.”

“So, you believe me, then?”

“No!”

You shook your head clear of the smirk on her lips and continued your walk along the fallen palette of yellows, oranges, and reds. She followed close behind, but you refused to indulge in it. Just keep your eyes steady, she’ll leave eventually.

“You have to listen to me,”

No, no you didn't. You wished you had grabbed your headphones so you could at least attempt to drown her out. But then she was in front of you, her hands on both of your shoulders with an iron grip and a newfound look of seriousness.

“If you don’t, you’ll end up hurting someone you love.” She gritted, “I know you think that you can handle whatever life throws at you, really, it’s admirable, but not this. Trust me. Things are overwhelming right now, and confusing but I know you feel that anger. I know you’re swallowing it down.”

It was more like an incessant buzzing at the back of your mind, not there, not prevalent in the slightest until it was called into attention. But she was right, it was red-hot and rushed through your veins like a poison spreading from the very oozing bite on your shoulder. Your eyes softened, mouth dry and sour.

There was a softness to her gaze that seemed to thaw whatever was in the pit of your stomach. You found yourself wanting to collapse into her, wanting to let all that raw emotion out. It was fear, and pain, and your body wanted to give out.

“I wanted to find you to say that I’m sorry.” Her voice was low, quiet, gravelly. “But more than anything I want you to be okay, a stranger who I don’t know.”

You sniffed, your resolve cracking in tiny hairline fractures “Y/n.”

“Y/n, I’m Kate. And I’m going to get you help, okay? No libraries for research, or random freakouts that land you in a holding cell in Westchester because you broke into a restaurant and ate all of the raw meat in the freezer.”

“That’s a little too specific.”

You weren’t resounding to the fact that you were a werewolf just yet. Part of you believed that it wouldn't sink in all the way until you had four paws and a tail. But the answer settled around your mind like a heavy fog. Something that you had known all along- and here was the girl who had done it to you, someone you should hate, but rationally couldn’t.

Despite your better judgment, you did end up getting on the city bus with Kate. A mix of ice and rain had begun to fall while you waited silently in the small alcove for situations like these. There was a man asleep against an ad for a sandwich shop, curled into himself even as the overhead fluorescent flickered on. It left you with Kate and the mute driver who barely flashed acknowledged two college students.

You crossed your arms over your chest and watched as the stone maze of buildings on campus became scattered. The bus made three stops in town, the man exiting on the second. Soon it had pulled away from civilization entirely. The rain was coming down harder now, blurring the hills and the trees, as the homes became scattered into nothing.

Kate’s heat beside you was overwhelming. It radiated from her skin as she kept her palms flat against the bar in front of you both, obstructing the view. She had an unearthly beauty to her that made your mouth dry, incredibly so.

Here was a girl that confessed to digging her canine teeth deep into your shoulder, grounding your bones to dust and your blood to jelly. Yet, you felt no fear around her. If anything, it was a comfort that writhed hungrily under your ribcage, like a heart.

“So… Westchester?” You filled the silence.

Kate’s rocky eyes lit up. This was you trying your best to make light of the situation with small talk. It wasn’t an olive branch but a small spout of green that needed to be tended to. She chuckled and you liked the sound. “Yeah, an Olive Garden of all places. I guess I was craving Italian.”

“That is hardly Italian. There is a place in Brooklyn that has the best red sauce.”

You bite your tongue before you could say more. You’d have to take her there someday. That wasn’t appropriate to say. She just watched you fall to your near death and did nothing but smirk up at you charmingly.

Kate seemed to understand your reservations. She didn’t push, just smiled wider as the bus finally slowed to a stop. The brake released in a long whine of discontent at the wetness of the day. You didn’t recognize the world around you, the green and the scent of freshly mowed grass drenched with rain. The dense forest surrounding the small sign that was carved out for a station, a bench long overgrown with ivy.

Yeah, you were definitely about to be murdered. It didn't look like anyone lived within miles of this place. Kate disembarked and you followed, rather taking your chances with the girl than the bus driver who smelled sharply of Juicy fruit and cigarette smoke.

“Just through here,” Kate said, again, sensing your discomfort. She pulled back a large oak branch and something that resembled a gravel pathway came into view. It was worn over time by travel. The sun streamed through the gaps in the trees, catching the blanket of fallen leaves. Rain sprinkled as you walked, your hands cold.

“I have to warn you about a few things.”

You swallowed hard, dragging out the word. “Okay”

She slowed her pace, edging in the same direction as the muddy rocks and underbrush. “Everyone you’re about to meet is very… How do I explain this? They tend to be a lot sometimes. They’re good people just guarded. And mad. At me.”

“How many people are we meeting exactly?”

You weren’t the greatest in any social situation. This was one of your worst nightmares- a place in the dead center of the woods in Albany County, no less, that housed irritable strangers. You had barely begun to trust (also not the word) Kate. But yet, you wanted to cling to her like a safety blanket.

Before she answered, the house came into view. It was large and stuck out against the oak trees that surrounded the property, shading it from the rest of the world. Floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the environment, and large white paneling bordered the glass. It was far from inconspicuous, a flex of wealth that you had only seen in the city. Never this far away from civilization.

“Holy shit,” You breathed out “This is a secret government lab. You’ve taken me to a secret government lab to get experimented on and I’m going to hit myself over the head with a rock immediately.”  

“It’s not as scary as it looks, promise. You can trust me.”

“I barely know you.”

“touché”

She shrugged her shoulders at the remark and trudged on toward the house. You watched her for a few moments before jogging to catch up. Retreating to the comfort of the university had long since passed. Most likely, you wouldn’t be able to figure out which way was up out here, despite the scents from the forest filling your lungs and prickling against your skin.

Kate was the only option.

#kate bishop #Kate Bishop x reader #Kate Bishop x you #Kate Bishop x y/n #werewolf au #request #hawkeye #Hawkeye au

[uncloseted]

Do you have any tips or advice for us ADHD girlies that are either working from home on our laptops all day or finishing our university degree the same way :( i know in person learning and working is usually most optimal but i don't have a car at the moment and i'm from a really small town so my only choice for either is digital :(

Ooh! Yes! I work from home and actually really like it (although full disclosure, I'm avoiding doing work right now).

The biggest thing I can recommend is adjusting your space so that it works for you. This will depend on what your symptoms are and how they manifest, since not everyone's ADHD works the same way, but here are some things that may help:

If you struggle with sitting still, getting a standing desk (or just sticking your laptop on top of a bookcase or stack of items), under-desk treadmill, or other way to move while working may help keep you on track. You can also schedule regular breaks to get up and walk around or do some exercise. In the same vein, a fidget toy can help to keep you focused while in meetings or lectures.

Have a dedicated space where you do your work, and try to make it so that space isn't facing any distractions. For example, you might set up an office in a closet (that's what I did) or just have a desk that faces a wall instead of facing the rest of the room. The fewer things you can see, the easier it is to avoid distractions.

To further avoid distractions, set up a "do not disturb" function on your phone and laptop so that you don't get random notifications and alerts that can pull your attention in a different direction. If you have noise cancelling headphones, that can also be useful for avoiding distractions.

This one is a YMMV, but it works for me so I'll include it... I put on some background music that I only play when I'm working (usually one of the lo-fi beats to study to videos on YouTube) and then set a Pomodoro timer. I focus on only my work for 25 minutes, then take a 5 minute break to walk around, then start the timer again. 25 minutes is the upper limit that most people can work on one thing without getting distracted, and the music is kind of a Pavlovian trigger where my brain goes "okay, we're doing work now." Plus, dividing your day into 25 minute chunks means that you can bounce between tasks if you're bored with what you're doing while still maintaining productivity.

Put everything into your calendar the minute you're told about it. If you're anything like me, you always tell yourself that you'll remember, and then it immediately disappears from your brain. Getting into the habit of writing things down and setting reminders has made a big difference in terms of actually remembering everything that has to get done.

Try finding someone to "body double" for you when you're doing work, either virtually or in-person. This can be one of your coworkers or classmates, but it can also just be a friend (or even one of those "do work with me/study with me" Twitch streams, if nothing else). Having someone working with you can help to keep you on task and keep you accountable.

At the beginning or end of every day (whichever works better for you) do a brain dump of everything that needs to get done. Prioritize them by how important they are and how soon they need to get done. Then, identify 3-5 tasks that you need to do today (whichever ones are the more important, urgent, or are stressing you out) and just focus on those. Cross them off your list once they're done. Keep these tasks easily visible so that you're reminded to stay on track.

I'm sure there are others, but these are the ones that have worked the best for me for the past few years.

#adhd #adhd tips #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #work from home

[darkinfinity]

Hi, happy 28th! I decided to join the 28th appreciation, so here are all the fics I read and enjoyed in the past month! Fics are organised by word count :)

🌷Tell me it's the strongest shape by @louandhazaf (E, multi, 73k)

Nick and Elgar have it all. They’re famous, successful, and engaged to be married—and sometimes they play with others.

When uni student Louis gets street cast by Elgar for a GQ photoshoot, he's drawn into Nick and Elgar’s complicated relationship.

They've always invited mates into their bed. It doesn’t ever mean anything. Until… it does.

🌷A crown of heartache by WordsInBloom28 (E, 70k)

The Royal Tail: an alpha den, a strip club, a place where secrets are concealed and consent is medicated. It’s also the place Harry has been trapped for the last three years.

Through luck or fate, Harry finds his way to Louis, a kind alpha who offers safety and comfort. After being freed from the confines of the den, Harry struggles to shake the darkness from his past.

He has a choice to make. Live in a mental prison of his own making or find the strength within himself to face his demons head on with Louis at his side.

🌷In the still of the night by @jacaranda-bloom (E, 68k)

In a society where omegas are expected to follow a predetermined path, Louis strives for more; for his voice to be heard, for recognition, for true love.

In a world where your past defines your future, Harry fights against the system; for equality, for a different life, for acceptance.

When their two worlds collide, will they be beaten down by conformity or will they rise up and forge a new path together?

OR the Dirty Dancing AU where Louis is a feisty omega who wants to change the world, Harry is an alpha from the wrong side of the tracks, and nobody puts Louis in a corner.

🌷Chasing, searching, dreaming by @parmahamlarrie (E, 46k)

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

🌷Four, five, finished? by @beanno28 & @lalalaartje (E, multi, 45k)

Now that they've all settled down in their relationship dynamic, Zayn, Harry and Louis agree it's time for the next step. A new phase in their lives, so to speak. They're having a baby! Or well. That's the plan. As usual for the three of them, nothing goes as planned.

Adjustments have to be made, emotions have to be lived through and discussed and all in all, our three boys need to buckle up for the ride and hope to reach their final destination without major figurative car crashes.

🌷A hopeless connection by @parmahamlarrie (E, 34k)

In a world where everyone has a soulmate, what do you do when you don’t have one?

As soon as Louis Tomlinson was born, his Timer, the one that determined when he would meet his soulmate, was already at zero. He’s spent the last twenty-five years of his life looking for that void to be filled with faceless strangers. Can he still find love?

🌷Santa baby honey by @sadaveniren (E, 29k)

“Let’s cut right to the chase,” Niall said, loading the powerpoint, which was just one page, comprised of Louis’ face and the words How do you solve a problem like this asshole? “It’s the beginning of November and Louis is already being a fuckwit. How are we gonna have him knock that shit off this year?”

aka Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa

🌷Thespian sweetheart by orchidsinnewyork (16k)

Harry definitely was not. He’d stopped listening.

Across the room, someone had caught his eye. 

The stranger’s light brown hair fell into wisps, framing his mask. His cheekbones could be seen even with half his face covered, and his slender fingers were brushing along the buttons of his coat. He was smiling even though he had no one in company. He seemed to glow as he stood under a chandelier, the fragments of glass reflecting bursts of light onto his frame.

Harry had never seen someone like that before. He’d been staring for too long, completely ignoring Count Paris as his gaze focused on the stranger. And he hadn’t realised it until the stranger turned his head, and their eyes met.

Harry saw his lips part, and curled into a small smile as he removed his mask. Staring back at Harry were a pair of brilliant blue eyes, twinkling at him like twin stars. The stranger winked at him, and his head felt giddy. 

~

Uni AU where Harry participates in a Theatre production, and is supposed to perform a stage kiss that winds up becoming quite real. Featuring awkward encounters, insane dreams, OT5 and peanut butter.

🌷I'll look after you by @elmeiko88 (M, 15k)

I mean, when Harry inherited his late uncle's hybrid, he didn't necessarily expect this...

Where Louis is a nice hybrid cat who's never lived with anyone but an old man, and who discovers the freedom of living with Harry...

🌷I dig your cinema by @silverstuff50 (E, 13k)

It wasn’t that Louis didn’t want to see Harry’s latest film; it was a tragically pathetic fact that Louis had watched every single show and film, every interview, every red carpet that Harry had done since his ex-boyfriend had decided to leave Uni in the second year and pursue an acting career.

It's just that he wanted to watch it on his own, in his flat, with a soft blanket, beer, ice cream, and a large box of tissues.

🌷licking sugar off taboos, we pour wild honey and wine over the walls by @larentslovebot (E, 10k)

Louis Tomlinson is a big name in the industry. A lyrical mastermind, who does not appear in public and dedicates his existence to music. Deciding to find aspiring musicians for his label, he expected to tutor young talents and make them the next heads of show business. What he didn't expect was to meet Harry Styles, omega with attitude and a captivating scent.

🌷Woke up feeling knotty by @jaerie (E, 8k)

Beta Louis has a kink for knotting and the secret aesthetic porn blog he runs about it is more than proof. When he accidentally finds out his alpha best friend Harry is one of his biggest fans, he knows he has to come clean after everything that has already happened between them. Harry just might be willing to help him out anyway.

🌷I'll keep you warm by @parmahamlarrie (T, 6k)

Louis is the kind of guy who keeps his head down and minds his own business. He’s lived on the same street for years and barely would recognize the buildings, let alone his neighbours. That’s all about to change however, due to a broken key and an unexpected snow storm.

🌷Pretty and preposterous by @brightlyharry (5k)

Harry donates a copy of Pride and Prejudice to his little free library. He never expects what comes next.

🌷What the silence said by @larrysballetslippers (E, 3k)

“Our lives were just beginning, our favourite moment was right now, our favourite songs were unwritten. ‘Love is a mixtape’, Rob Sheffield.”

Or, Louis has tried to ask Harry, the quiet and cute librarian at his local library, out for some time. He never expected that quoting Harry's favourite books work so well for him. A very silent Valentine's day fic.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry fics #april fic rec #larry fanfiction

[valdekboy]

CARNIVAL AU - VALDI

THIS AU BELONGS TO @sm-baby. So, I made Carnival! version of my oc.

I know he doesn't exactly look as good and fancy as other characters from this AU, but still i think he fits well enough.

There are a lot of thing i want to write about him so if you want to read it all then go ahead.

About Valdi

His Engine is like a heart, if it stops he'll die. His only hope would be that one of his friends finds him and would kickstart his heart. Still that doesn't stop Valdi from tinkering with it. He likes to swap out few parts here and there to change his look (also some parts change how his engine behaves).

Even though he's nice, he can get violent if provoked.

He considers all other AIs as friends (even though he's scared of certain trio)

He LOVES good music. Sometimes he just wanders outside arena, searching for some lost cassettes, hoping to find some good tunes. If you want to have a listen then here you go (sorry i tried embedding spotify playlists but that didn't work so these are links to them): - CHILL MIX - GARAGE MIX - MAIN EVENT #1 - MAIN EVENT #2 - MAIN EVENT #3 - PERSONAL

His Playground "THE ARENA" It's giant arena that has 3 main segments:

Garage/Workshop - it's a big space with all the tools you need to fix up your vehicle. On floor above you will find Valdis personal workshop. That's the place from which he controls entire arena, lightning, music and some other things. It's best to not go there without his permission.

Museum - Valdi is very sentimental so after you win he won't just scrap your car, he'll fix it up a bit and leave it in the museum for everyone to see.

Lounge - A quite big room with luxury finish, big wooden bar and giant reinforced window, so anyone can grab a drink, sit back and enjoy the show. When you want to rest you can take the lift and relax in one of 8 rooms. Big bedroom with everything you need to relax (walls are soundproof and window can be closed with mechanical shutters)

Outside of arena you'll find an endless junkyard full of abandoned classic cars,trucks, bikes boats or even trains, if it has engine, you can find it here. Just remember to STAY AWAY FROM THE GRAVEYARD (especially if you hear anything).

HOW THE GAME WORKS

When you first enter, you will have to wait for Valdi so he can take you for a tour around the Junkyard so you can pick your car.

Then you have time to prepare your vehicle for the events. Ask Valdi if you need anything.

When the time comes, you will have to drive into the arena and await further instructions.

There will be 3 events, each one harder than the one before: EVENT #1 - Regular race around the track, you can ram, bash and spin out other contestants. Only rule is to never drive in reverse. There's also other variant called Trailer Race where you have a caravan or trailer attached to your car that you have to protect. EVENT #2 - Figure 8. Same as regular race but with one (or more) cross-sections where you can collide with others. EVENT #3 - Good old Demolition Derby. Crash, smash and bash your rivals and try to be last one alive.

You cannot die inside your car if it's still running, no matter if you get hit multiple times, you start to bleed or you break something, as long as engine is running you just can't die while inside the car (blessing and curse at the same time)

In between each event you have time to fix up your car or just take a break and walk around the arena.

If you manage to win 2 out of 3 events, then you can leave Valdis game with a small prize (which is a toy replica of your car, handmade by Valdi himself :D)

Holy Moly, I know that's a lot to read. If you've gone this far then Thank You so much for your time and i hope you have a lovely day/night.

Also if you want to ask about anything, go ahead the ask box is open.

In the end i wanted to Thank sm-baby for creating amazing AU and inspiring me to create carnival version of Valdi. Looking at all of that above, i still can't believe I've made it. I even started drawing a short story, which is something unbelievable for me. So once again a BIG THANK YOU!

#carnival au #tadc oc #tadc #the amazing digital circus #vb_art

[luhwndrs]

AARON HOTCHNER x Y/N

AARON HOTCHNER | CHEIF

Part 1. FLUFF

***

These past few weeks have been tough for Aaron, the incident with his family has thrown him off the track. Everyone in the team was confused, we all were aware of what happened but none of us dared to bring it up to Hotch, after all he was our chief and he would Neve talk to us about personal matters. Even Rossi has tried to speak to him and nothing happened. 

We all gathered around the table as JJ presented us the new case, "Our killer has murdered multiple people at once and recorded it, Garcia I'll need you to find the video. We know that he has recorded the video because the police have found a camera with a disc inside, but when they try to play it nothing comes up." Reid cleared his throat as he settled one leg over the other, "Maybe he's leaving new discs as a hint that he will soon murder again?" JJ nodded at his theory, everyone agreed as well including me. My eyes trace off to see Aaron's expression, his eyes stared into the void as if he wasn't even in the room, my eyebrows furrowed together and took a deep breath before continuing to read the file. 

***

We all took our seats on the plane, I sat across from Aaron, seeing him looking out the window with his blunt expression. Even though he'd never show any expression, this time you can see the sadness in him. "What do you think about the case Hotch?" I ask attempting to make conversation, I know I am not able to help him but at least I can take his mind off for a minute. "The killer looks organised, the clean cuts, the clean up after each victim, everything is kept...tidy and clean." He trailed off into his thoughts expelling to me his theory, "Maybe he was in the army" Rossi jumped in "Or maybe he had a strict mother and would always tell him how to be neat, after all he is targeting 40 year old females." I chuckle at his comment as Rossi smiles. 

But Hotch still has no expression. 

"All right, I want JJ to handle the press and the interviews with the families of the victims, Reid, you will be doing the geographical analysis as well as trying to find any links between each murder, Morgan, I want you at the crime scenes and see if you can find anything that can lead us. Rossi and Prentiss will be handling the victims and checking for any physical similarities. Me and Y/N/L will be going through all of the files and checking up on everyone." Hotch assigned everyone to their jobs and closed his file as we were soon about to land. 

***

Me and Aaron were driving around the neighbourhoods of the 5 victims, seeing if there is anything that stands out, I clear my throat before turning my head to face him, "How have you been holding up? I know it has been rough for you-" I began, but he was quick to cut me off "I'd like it if you did not ask about my personal life whilst on duty Y/N/L" I nodded and pursed my lips together, lowkey regretting what I said. "Yes sir." 

We got out of the car as we both walked around one of the victims houses, with my hands in my pockets I looked around the front porch seeing toys and perfect gardening skills. "Someone must've really liked gardening." I mumble to myself as I continue to follow Aaron into the house, seeing all the blood on the floor and the residue of the weapons used bought a sick feeling to my stomach. I'd never get this feeling before, but everything is so familiar and vivid. 

"Look at this Y/N/L.." Hotch called me over as I swallowed the lump in my throat, "She had a perfect family, why would anyone want to do this?" I look up at him as I see him staring down at the photograph, "Maybe revenge?" I suggested as I walked away and started to look around the other rooms for more clues. A phone started to ring, coming from the family room we both walked slowly and carefully not knowing who it could be. The beep went off and a deep voice began to talk "I know you are there agents, you won't find any clues about me." Hotch was quick to speed dial Garcia and ask her if she could trace the call and see if she could find anything. "So our unsub is a male." I say affirmatively. 

We walked out the house as we made sure to shut it and make sure that it is locked for no one to go in or out. It was a winter night and our blazers were doing no justice to us, I bring my arms together as I followed Aaron to the car, "I know you're cold Y/N but we are close to the car.." He made sure that he was aware of my shivering, we had to park further away for no one to raise concerns about us visiting. There was still snow left on the pavement so you could hear our footsteps walking in sync. Till we heard another pair of footsteps, it was dark and no one would be out at this time. 

I look behind me as I get my hands ready on my gun, Aaron copies my actions but only turns the other way to see who is there. "Stay quite Y/N." He ordered. As if I was going to speak in front of a house full of blood. I roll my eyes as we turn against each others backs, my eyes quint trying to get the best out of my vision for our protection. 

A gunshot. 

I duck at the same time as Aaron as there was a car protecting us, I was quick to bounce back up and turn towards the direction of the gunshot. Holding my gun and flashlight up together I saw a dark outlined figured on the other street pointing their gun directly at me. I fired a shot aiming for his shoulder or upper chest area, hoping it wouldn't affect their heart. But the shots were fired at the same time. I moved to the side dogging the bullet but Hotch only began to get back up as he was squatting the whole time behind the car. The figure started to run away as I fired more shots towards them hoping to aim for them but nothing. 

I looked down at Aaron and see a flood of blood, "Aaron!" I get on my knees and hold pressure onto the gunshot wound. Luckily it was only his shoulder, I took off my blazer and applied more pressure to the wound hoping to stop the bleed. "We need an ambulance, agent down! I repeat we have an agent down!" I exclaimed into the mic hoping for the sirens to be heard. Aaron grabbed my hand, his warm touch against my coldness. "Y/N put your blazer on, I know you're cold. I'll be fine.." He coughs up his words, "Aaron for once let me help you!" I growled at him as I could feel my eyes burning. "Y/N don't.." His hands rose to my cheek and stroked my redness away, "Just stop talking Aaron, I don't want you loosing oxygen." I look around hoping for lights to be lit up but everyone was gone to sleep. 

Soon the sirens could be heard, I sigh in relief as I watch Aaron blinking slowly at me, "You'll be okay, just keep breathing." I repeated myself at least a dozen times and I will keep on repeating myself. My hands becoming more colder, I began to loose the feeling throughout my fingers and hands. "Agent!" One of the paramedics shout as I look behind me and smile at them, "It's agent Hotchner, please do everything you can." I climb with the paramedics into the ambulance as they give me a thermal blanket for me to warm me up. "Y/N.." Aaron softly whispered, "Yes sir?" I got closer to him alleging our faces together "Let me go.." He closed his eyes and let his mouth opened just enough for him to form the sentence. 

*** 

My heels clicked against the floor as I was pacing around his medical room, looking out the window, and back at his monitors. Looking at his medical records and files, and back at his monitors. I scammed my fingers through the file hoping I could piece something together, after all that shooting was intentional and there is a reason for why it happened. I sigh as I sink into my seat and watch the man sleeping peacefully. The high doses of morphine helped him to get through the pain. "God Aaron, you need to wake up.." I mumbled as I huffed and placed the files on the table. 

I made sure the team was aware of what happened and the severity of the incident, I also told them to not check up on him for now but to focus on the case and find our unsub. The nurse came in, checking and monitoring all of the cardio machines, blood flow and heart beat, "He is doing good agent Y/N/L." She said with a warm smile on her face, "Thank you." I return her smile as my hands began to feel clammy from all the sweat and coldness together. 

As I rested my cheek on my knuckles, I drifted off to a sleep for a few minutes, till Aaron began to speak, "Where am I?" I wake up suddenly and stand up to run to his side, "At the hospital, there was a shooting." I look down at him and give him a sad smile, inside I was so happy that he woke up and still was here. "You didn't let me go.." He looked up at me with the sparkle in his dark brown eyes, "Of course I didn't, how could I you're the chief and-" I rambled but he cut me off,

"Y/N." 

"Yes sir?" 

"I know you wouldn't let me go, thank you for being here." He let out a sigh, his gaze was softened and he actually seemed...happy. 

I smile at him as I was debating if I should grab his hand as a sense of reassurance, but I decided not to. "The team are aware of what happened but I told them to keep their focus on the unsub." my voice softened as I didn't want to be too loud for him, he grabbed my hand and held it closely to his chest, "Good work Y/N/L." 

***

It has been a few days since the shooting and everything was back to normal, Hotch pretended like it never happened, he doesn't even batter his eyes at me. I bet you he only talks to me because he is the chief and needs to tell us the cases all the time. I was sat at my desk after a long day of working on different files and linking murders together. "Y/N we are all going to the bar tonight, do you wanna come as well?" JJ offered, "No thanks, I need to..." my eyes look over to Aarons office, "I need to finish off this case then I'll probably be out." I smile at her as I fiddle around with my pen. "You need to actually come next time," Morgan huffed out, "Even Reid comes with us more often than you do!" That was a fact and even Reid nodded. I chuckle and wave them a bye, as soon as they walked out of the building I built my courage and stood up.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I walked towards Aarons office. Of course I am annoyed with him, how can he say all of those things and not even look at me the next day? I know they were not romantic at all but still! 

I didn't even bother to knock, as I opened the door, his eyes shot right up "Y/N/L." He greeted. "No, it's not Y/N/L, it's Y/N. After all you have been through I have been trying to be there for you whilst no one else has even tried to ask how are you or how are you holding up apart from Rossi. And even then you dismissed him!" I shut the door and stand right in front of him, starting to pace around, "I know we are almost everyday on duty and we never even get the chance to speak about our own lives, but I am trying. I'm trying. Just to check on you and see how you are holding up!" I sighed out as I was close to running out of breath. "Y/N." He said firmly as his eyes followed my pace. "What?" I look at him in annoyance. 

"I know and I can see that you have been trying to seek me out, check on me and ask me about my life." His tone was so calm and gentle, "I appreciate you for this but I am not a person that opens up to anyone at their command." I crossed my arms together, "But when it comes to others you want them open up to you." I kept on trying to fight, "No, Y/N, I am just someone that people can open up to, they know I might know what they are going through because of my life." He explained himself. I look on the floor as I bite my tongue to not say anything. "I'm sorry Y/N." 

My eyes looked up at him, he was watching me the whole time. I licked my lips as my eyebrows narrowed together and my head shook, "Don't say you're sorry when you're not." I replied in a quiet tone. Aaron got up from his seat and got in front of his desk, leaning against it, his eyes not being able to break off of me. "Y/N, I am sorry." He said once again with a genuine look on his face. I pursed my lips together and looked at him, "It's fine.." I reply as I turn and reach my hand out for the door handle, "I didn't say you can leave." 

Oh?

#aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #thomas gibson #aaron hotch imagine #hotch x reader #fluff imagine #hotch #aaron hotch hotchner

[ericshoney]

Let’s Play ~ Chapter twenty-two

When the members that were on the mission returned home, they thought they would return to peace, but no, they return to shouting. Sangyeon walks into the living room to see Nabi on the sofa, being held by Changmin, while Jacob shouts at Hyunjae and Sunwoo.

"What is going on!" The leader shouts, making the room go quiet.

"Lily ran off." Kevin said.

"Why?" Sangyeon asks.

"Because of these two idiots!" Jacob exclaims, everyone shocked at his angry outburst.

"Hyunjae what happened?" Juyeon asks the two guilty ones.

"I may have said some stuff." Hyunjae mutters.

"Like what?" Younghoon questions.

"T-That she was annoying and made her get me a beer, Sunwoo also said stuff!" Hyunjae exclaims.

"What did you say?" Eric calls.

"Should have made her the fuck toy." Sunwoo admits.

"You two are complete idiots!" Younghoon shouts, upset his girlfriend is gone due to his friends, his brothers.

"We know we shouldn't have said that." Sunwoo said.

"Why did you?" Kevin asks.

"I-I don't know. I was annoyed already and was hanging out with Sunwoo, wanting a bit of guy time." Hyunjae said.

"That doesn't give you the right to say that!" Nabi shouts.

"We know and once the words left my mouth I regretted it. We both did." Sunwoo said.

"Its not us you have to say sorry to." Chanhee said.

The two nod and look at Younghoon, who was already tracking the girls car. His eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.

"What? Where is she?" Changmin questions.

"It said her car has been at the old rail tracks for twenty minutes." Younghoon answers.

"I'm hacking street cameras." Nabi said, pulling out her laptop and typing quickly.

The group sit quietly as the hackers work quickly. Hyunjae and Sunwoo feeling nothing but guilt and pain, they don't know why they said that about the young girl they think as a sister.

Just then, Sangyeon's phone pings with a message, all eyes turn to him as he looks at it. He looks at a picture of a beat up Lily passed out, another message making his blood boil.

"NCT have her." Sangyeon spoke.

"W-We'll get her back Hyung!" Sunwoo exclaims.

"Oh I know you will, you and Hyunjae will be in charge of getting her back." Sangyeon responds.

"What about the rest of us?" Haknyeon questions.

"Ending NCT for good." Sangyeon ordered.

The group was going to get their youngest female back no matter how many lives they needed to take. You mess with one, you mess with all. The Boyz are the rulers, not anyone else.

#theboyz #theboyzfanfic #theboyzmafia #theboyzau #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #chanhee #changmin #haknyeon #sunwoo #eric #ocs #au #mafia #mature

[direwombat]

What was their first time like? | What’s their favorite position? | Do they have a dynamic (Dom/sub) or are they versatile? + Paola & Charlie Cutter 🙈

faldfkjal;dfkj thank you so much, i've been rotating these two in the microwave that is my brain for the past like 24 hours 🙈🙈🙈

What was their first time like?

ahhh, like to imagine it happens in the adrenaline fueled aftermath of a successful heist. paola kind of got roped into it against her will, but the gang (chloe, nadine, sam and charlie) needed someone to have eyes at the gala that they were using as their cover/distraction and that was the only job that was safe enough for a civilian like her to take. but anyways, the theft occurs and eventually the alarms start sounding, and it's a race against the clock before the police get there and paola has to track down the others to get out of there. she ends up reuniting with charlie (undercover as a security guard) who "takes her back to safety" (aka, getting the fuck out of there). they book it to chloe who has the getaway car, and once everyone's piled in, they speed off into the night. they shake any tails they might have, ditch the car, and make their way back to their hotel and when they do, paola and charlie just kind of exchange a look and paola, for once in her life, actually smiles and she's jumping into his arms at the same time he moves to pick her up all like "we did it, love!" and he carries her in her fancy dress back to the room he was sharing with sam, pins her to the wall, kisses her, and then asks if it's alright if he helps her out of that dress in the least gentlemanly way possible. that said, the actual sex itself is pretty gentle and vanilla. they help each other strip on their way to the bed, where charlie lays paola out beneath him, giving her the biggest heart-eyes before she drags him down on top of her. he eats her out, fingers her and fucks her, and he makes a comment about how small she is compared to him that turns both of them on more than either expected. and while paola tells him he doesn't need to treat her like she's made of porcelain, the tenderness was nice considering it had been a long long time since she'd last been with someone. poor sam is sexiled and ends up crashing on the floor of the room the girls were sharing. chloe and nadine aren't exactly thrilled with that development, but they're happy for paola and charlie for finally following through on the absurd amount of eye-fucking they'd been doing earlier that evening.

What is their favorite position?

I feel paola likes it missionary (or doggy style if she's feeling particularly naughty), mostly because she enjoys the feeling of being dwarfed by charlie's size/bulk. normally she doesn't like feeling small, but for some reason it's different when it's with him. and I don't imagine charlie terribly picky, but i feel he does like it most when paola is on top of him working her magic. i think he likes looking up at her like she's a goddess and just making the biggest, dumbest heart-eyes face at her

Do they have a dynamic (Dom/Sub) or are they versatile?

generally, i think they're both pretty versatile and kind of go with whatever feels right in the moment (and if something doesn't feel right they talk about it), but i think more often than not things end with paola taking control, which charlie absolutely loves. and i think as their relationship develops they start experimenting more with dom (paola)/sub (charlie) power dynamics, and i like to also think that as they experiment, paola's extensive sex toy collection gets to see a whole different kind of use 🙈

#oc: paola orsini #paola x charlie #charlie cutter is a romantic with big 'i love my gf/wife' energy you cannot change my mind