#♡ ༘*.ﾟ love interest: ln.

[httpsserene]

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📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: lando’s usually well spent sunday off with his girlfriend is different this time around. you put off your everything shower and wash-day causing some edits to the usual routine. how the night ends, however, is 100% lando’s fault. 📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: fluff/borderline?crack(if u think im funny). one or two mentions of sex, not explicit at all. not edited to beta-read. 📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2k words 📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando norris x black!fem!reader 📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: oneshot 📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: singing in the shower ~ becky g

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: preface: hello! it’s late night or early morning for me, i guess, when i’m posting this. i was going to say this is my first rpf ever, but that’s a bold-faced lie ☠️but! it is my first f1 work! i hope you enjoy it! i’d love to have some f1 mutuals out here, if anyone wants <3. also requests are open, just come talk to me and ramble about anything, or any idea you have the f1 boys, i’d love to have some great anons and asks to fulfill. hope you enjoy it :)

it’s a rare sunday where you and lando are both home together. usually you two would take advantage of this and make the most out of it. you’d lay in bed late into the morning with an excessively cuddly boyfriend, cook a nice and healthy brunch together you cook, lando handles the soundtrack and vibes because he loses all coordination in the kitchen, play a co-op video game that you guys have been working your way through for a month, go out on a nice little dinner date, and have great sex before knocking out.

HOWEVER, this week you have kinda forgotten that you need to do your hair. originally you had an appointment that tuesday to get a silk press done with your usual hairstylist, but she canceled on you. once you got that “hey girly...” text you’d known there was no hope of rescheduling, for that week at least. so, you decided to do your own hair sometime later in the week, but your boyfriend was home for the first time after a triple-header, and was a terrible lovely distraction. you also had to work, unfortunately, you had to clean the flat, you had to eat, and you had to breathe—so understandably, you’ve ended up pushing your wash-day/hair-day and everything-shower to the last minute.

you apologized several times to lando during breakfast for your forgetfulness and wasting valuable “boyfriend-girlfriend time” as lando coined. but lando is lando—a sweetheart at his core—so he refused to accept your apologies with an “don’t apologize for something so minor, love,” and even offered to help you tackle the fight you end up almost losing every time…. vs. your hair. 

you kindly denied his assistance knowing damn well that if he was in the shower with you, your hair wouldn’t be done until late that night due to a different type of lando-distraction. you suggested that lando streamed while you were doing your shower and hair, and that you could still go out for dinner that evening. lando was pretty receptive to the idea, especially after he made sure that you were 100% okay with him not helping you do your hair (he usually does, you’ve got him trained pretty good; all he needs is the license at this point), and the fact that it’s been like 3 months since he last streamed.

lando posts that he’s streaming starting at noon, and after a brief make out against the sink post-dishwashing that leaves your lips swollen and head foggy, he goes to take a shower and start setting up his stream equipment. cursing lando’s smug-ass face as he walks away, you let him know that you're stepping out to the beauty supply store to get a few items before you start your little routine and that you might not see him before his stream starts. he does a 180, and rushes back to you from down the hallway to give you one more mind boggling kiss and with a smile says, “text me when you get there and when you’re back. i’ll have my phone on dnd but your messages are set to pass through it, so if you don’t want to be seen on stream today you don’t have to worry about it.” internally, you’re pretty sure your heart just imploded at the mindfulness this boy has—that your boyfriend has. somehow, it still surprises you how mature lando is for how silly he acts most of the time.

“you’re too sweet to me, lan.” you respond with a shy smile, “i probably won’t interrupt you today—i’ll let your delulu fans have custody, and deal with you!” lando throws his head back and does his usual demonic laugh, “hey! my fans are not that delusional, but i am afraid that you’re losing the custody battle!” he kisses you on the cheek, and with that you separate until later that day.

or so you thought. you knew lando’s super sweet behavior was too sus without him being his usual gremlin-self at least once.

when you get back from the beauty supply store (which should’ve been a fifteen-minute trip at most, turned into a near hour after the usual shenanigans you find yourself involved in buying things you don’t need), lando’s already started his stream. you text him letting him know you’re about to hop into the shower, and start heading to en-suite bathroom.

when you open the door, the mirror is slightly covered with remaining steam from lando’s shower, and you can see his clothes hanging half-inside the hamper. which is an improvement from being left on the floor—choose your battles, ladies. but as you move further into the bathroom, setting down your everything-shower supplies, changing into your silk robe and bonnet—you pick up on a lingering scent that should not be present.

your ninety-four fucking dollar scalp revival shampoo.

you’ve had that shampoo since you were seventeen, using it only when extremely necessary. you didn’t even pay for it, it was something your mom bought you as a pretty thoughtful and useful gift after you complained about your scalp suddenly getting super sensitive. it lasted through your senior year of grade school, all of university, and goddamn-it, two boyfriends!!! you let out a bit of an hysterical giggle (seek mental help, babe) and walk to the shower to grab the jar. the problem is: you know there was only probably one more usage left.

turning the cap off, your worst fears are confirmed...it’s…empty. with an anguished cry, you fall to your knees on the tiled floor—it’s like your childhood pet died. you gently set the jar down on the floor, and stare dazedly at the ceiling. what makes it worse is: you know that lando probably didn’t even use it properly. he most likely didn’t even let it sit for the mandatory 15 minutes that all girls do as an excuse to waste more time in the shower, he prob- he probably rinsed it out right after he massaged it in; that thought right there almost had you crying. oh, and what makes it even worse-r , what was a one-use sized amount for you was like, three for lando, so if he used it sparingly, you would’ve at least gotten to cherish it for the last time.

and with that, you rise from the floor, like some sort of re-animated monster—and with a twitching eye, start stomping to lando’s stream room. before you barge in, you remember what you're wearing: a black silk robe, matching bonnet, glasses, and your cute orange shark slides (lando bought them for you, he has a matching pair). you do the mental math of caring about this being on the internet for the rest of your life, but eventually the opportunity of terrorizing lando wins out over whatever a digital footprint is.

the door swings open, and with your shout of, “lando norris!” the pinging of his chat becomes rapid. lando looks wide-eyed at the camera and whispers, “oh fuck.” he half spins in his chair to look at you in the doorway, and is met with a flying shark slide to the neck. “oW! what did i do??” he cries out.

“you used the last of my ONE-HUNDRED DOLLAR shampoo, YOU THIEVING GREMLIN!!!” the chat notifications start cutting each other off with how fast they’re being sent.

“i didn’t use your shampoo??” he says with a bewildered look, clutching the shark slide to his chest. you seethe, “the fucking WOODEN JAR, that you didn’t even have the AUDACITY throw away, and left in the shower?!”

lando pauses, and makes an ‘a-ha’ sort of face goes, “oh, i thought that was conditioner.” you scream again and this time you don’t miss your mark. the remaining shark slide bonks him right on the forehead. “oW, again?!”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE GOOD REACTION TIME??!”

“yEAH?! WELL, i didn’t expect  MY GIRLFRIEND to ASSAULT ME with the shark slides that I bought HER!!”

“yEAH?! WELL, i didn’t expect MY BOYFRIEND to waste MY hair products!!”

lando cackles but surrenders, he reaches for you in the doorway and pulls you in between his legs with his hands gripping your hips. 

he pouts, “i’m sorry. i can buy you another batch, if you’d like. if you need it for your shower right now, i can pause the stream and run and go get for you, or get it delivered?” you sigh, looking at his wide blue eyes. you let him stew for a minute, trying to find it in you to remain mad. his thumbs start petting you gently while you think, and he leans his head forward to rest on your tummy.

you sigh again, hand coming up to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, and cave, “nah..don’t even worry about it. i don’t even need to use it today, i just wanted to remind you to keep your nosy-ass away from my hair products.” he nods against your abdomen, you start to pull away, and he does the same. you lean down and give him a brief peck on the cheek, and turn to exit the room. 

“oh!” you exclaim now in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, “i love you, even though you steal all my shit.”

lando giggles, cheeks turning a light pink, “i love you, princess,” the simp dripping out of every pore in his body. you point at him, “this is actually a mutually beneficial situation! now, for date night you can take me to the store to buy hair products,” lando’s smile drops, “don’t worry we can get some for you too, curly boy!” lando doesn’t even try to fight it once he sees the borderline manic grin on your face, just begging him to test you one more time. he accepts his face, “yes, love. i can’t wait for tonight, princess.”

he turns back to his stream when the door closes all the way and shakes his head. he claps his hands once, ready to get back into it, but you burst in again,

“and when i get out of that damn shower in an hour—you’re sure as hell gonna help blow dry and flat iron this shit! it’s silk press season, lando norris, we cannot be caught slacking!” you slam the door shut, and leave.

lando just blinks at the camera, mouth slightly open like that one pikachu meme. he briefly reads the chat, trying to recover, and looks at all of the chatters pick on him like he just got called to the dean’s office. some messages start to roll in about him having to end the stream.

he waits to hear the bedroom door shut, and a few more seconds for the shower to start running before he pseudo-whispers into the mic, “don’t worry, chat! she may have said an hour, but we actually have more like three. it’s her ‘everything-shower’, no-way she’ll finish that quickly. she needs an hour just to sing and dance in there before she starts actually doing anything.”

he starts to open a lobby in cod, sending invites to a few of the boys online and his phone starts vibrating on the desk. the chat starts to go wild again, recognizing its the ringtone he set for your messages. his face drops again when he opens your text thread, “oh my god, chat. she heard me, i forgot she pulls up the stream for background noise. i’m screwed.”

yninstagram • 2hrs ago

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yninstagram hairstylist did his thing for silk press season 👅

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landonorris can’t even see our faces but you can’t tell we’re both pretty

➥yninstagram pretty gyal takeover

➥user bro 😭 i can’t even call this sassy

➥user he’s just keeping it real with y’all

landonorris i’ll always take care of you like a princess

➥landonorris and one day very soon, forever treat you like a queen

➥ynistagram lan ☹️🥺

➥user proposal hint?!!!

➥user it’s a 4ever thing y’all wouldn’t understand 🥱

➥user i do 🙄 y/n comes home one day every two years and takes care of our eight children

➥user bitch—LMFAOOO

user not her gatekeeping the stylist 😤 not very girl’s girl of her

➥yninstagram he’s booked out for the foreseeable future sorry babe

➥user oh uh. that’s completely understandable. he doesn’t take walk in’s ? 😃

landonorris • 3hrs ago

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landonorris you attract what you fear? word, oh no a pretty gyal who lets me do her hair😱 oohhhhh how scaryyy

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yninstagram damn 🥵 she’s pretty fit

yninstagram heard her boyfriend’s finer

➥landonorris shouldn’t listen to gossip, her bf can’t match her beauty by far

➥user now THATS SOME RIZZ i didn’t know he had it in him

carlossainzjr y/nnita keep brainwashing him i’m getting good teasing material

➥ynistagram sí señor, el gusto es mio

➥carlossainzjr aye,lando her spanish is better than yours🤣

➥landonorris my tractor is better than yours, mmm yeah that’s what i thought

➥user DAMN LANDO CHILL

➥yninstagram he will be issuing a formal apology at the paddock next sunday señor sainz

➥user i just KNOW she got him at shark slide-point

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[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

My Darling Nurse

Hook x f/Reader (WW2 AU)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of War.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me

WC 1305

My Dearest Mother,

I know it has been long since you got my last letter, and I know you must have been worried sick about me, and for that, I am very sorry.

It is hard for us to get letters and packages from home, and even more so for us to send a letter home.

I will not dull you with the details of what I go through every day here, but I let you know about some of the good things that have happened to me.

Ever since arriving at this island, I have been taken under the wing by Lieutenant James Cipperly and Dustin Howard. They say that they trained under Father.

My good friend Donovan also got shipped with me here. I know his wife and step-daughter must feel like you. Sick with worry over the lack of letters.

We have been here for four months already, but it seems like a lifetime.

I was hit by shrapnel, but I was quickly taken care of by a wonderful nurse, whose name I can not remember sadly, but Mother, I am perfectly fine. I just have the faintest scar from it.

I will say this, though: I miss home. I miss Massapequa, which I never thought I would ever say.

I thought I needed to see the world, but I am sick of seeing the world. After all this is done and if I survive this war, I will never leave Massapequa.

But coming home and surviving this madness isn't the only thing that is keeping me going.

I met someone.

Yes, it is ridiculous to fall in love during war time, but she was like an angel who was sent from heaven to take care of me. She helped the nurse, whom I mentioned previously in this letter.

Her name is YN LN, and mother she is unlike any woman I have met in my short life. I learned so much about her in the short time we have spent together.

I told her I was going to marry her once this war was over, and she giggled at me. Oh, mother, her laughter, even the thought of it brings such a smile to my face, the other men must think I have gone crazy.

She is smart, so very smart. She beat me at chess. I was Massapequa chess champion, and she beat me at it. Even the older nurses look at her for guidance as she that smart.

She is gorgeous, not just in body but in mind. I have never felt this way about someone in my life.

I can not promise that I will come back, Mother, but I will try, and if I do, I will be bringing home a wife.

Your faithful son,

Tyler

My darling son,

I am so happy to hear from you. I was worried sick, and I waited every day for the mail to arrive to see if I had gotten a letter from you or your father.

Speaking of your father, you may have heard the news by the time you get this letter. He was injured, and he lost the lower part of his left leg.

He has been shipped home, and I see him every day until I am told to go home.

I return to an empty home, with only Dolly and Shooter to welcome me home. They are good dogs, and they hardly leave my side when I am home.

I hope your father likes sleeping with dogs because they have now taken over his side of the bed. I am training them to sleep at my feet.

Enough of myself.

My son, Tyler Senerchia, is in love?

I never thought I would ever see the day. This YN must be someone special for her to capture your interest.

My dear boy, you write as if you do plan on surviving this war. I may not know all the details about what is going on in the Pacific, but you must come back to your family. You must come back to your father and I. Come back to Dolly and Shooter, who will lay on your bed, missing you.

All I can say is please come home to me and your father. I wish for YN to survive as well if you are so sure about marrying this woman.

I miss you, my son.

My only child.

I will have your father write to you once he is feeling up to it. Just to let you know, he kept the last letter you wrote me under his pillow at the hospital.

I know he is worried about you. He knows what war can do to a young man's mind. That was why he was adamant about you not signing up for the war.

We love you, Tyler.

Your mother.

The moment we were informed that the war was over, I hugged Donovan, happy that the two of us made it through this hell.

But we still weren't allowed to go home yet. There was work that needed to be done. The able-bodied men were put to work, but there was only one person on my mind.

She made it through the war, but I know she is still very busy getting the injured ready to travel back to wherever that may be.

But I finally had a break and practically ran to where she was now located.

I watched from the distance as she helped load a man on a stretcher, but once that was done, she looked in my direction, like she knew I was there.

I walked quickly to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her into the air, making her squeal.

"Tyler, I am dirty." She told me as I placed her back on her feet.

"I do not care, YN. All I care about is that we made it."

"That we did." She gave me a soft smile as she took a step back, out of my arms. At first, I was hurt but then realised that everyone was watching us.

"You remembered what I said when I first met you."

"Of course, silly. You told me you were going to marry me."

"Exactly, and I am still serious about that. Even though I do not have a ring with me, YN LN, will you marry me?"

I waited with baited breath. Every second felt like ten minutes as I waited for her to answer.

"Yes, Tyler. I will marry you."

I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her, but that will happen when we are alone.

Dearest Mother and Father.

I wish to inform you that I will be arriving home, hopefully by the end of summer, and I will be bringing my fiancé YN with me.

I proposed to her without a ring, but that will change when I get home. Mother, you told me I can have Grandma Smiths engagement ring. I would like for YN to have it that is still alright?

This letter is short, I know, but there is still much to be done.

I love you both, and I can not wait for you to meet YN.

Your son,

Tyler.

YN and I were surrounded by the people we cared most about as we said our vows at my family's church.

The moment we became husband and wife, and we kissed, I dipped her, and she squealed unto my mouth, her hands wrapping even tighter around my neck.

My parents loved her, as well as our dogs. Her family loves me, even with her moving to Massapequa.

With my grandmother's engagement ring on her finger, along now with a new wedding ring, we ran down the aisle, looking forward to spending the rest of our lives together.

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[nevsdoll]

PART 2 PLEASE IM BEGGUNG

bad grade pt.2 | professor longbottom

neville longbottom x fem!reader

summary! y/n isn't satisfied with her grades being better because all she wants is the one who writes them - PART 1

warnings; NSFW +18 SMUT! | PROFESSOR X STUDENT !!! | vulgar vocabulary, cheating, "degrading" i think, vaginal sex... (lmk if i missed any!!)

a/n: THANK YOUUUU I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THE FIRST ONE AND I HAD BEEN WONDERING IF I SHOULD WRITE PART 2 FOR DAYSSSS!!!! i hope you guys like it (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)♡

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two months past since that day at the greenhouse and your grades improved from a zero with a poorly drawn sad face to a eighty with a "well done, miss y/ln" everytime he handed you the results of last written-test.

but even if your grades were better and everyone seemed to be proud of you, you couldn't care less about those numbers.

you wondered if that's what he wanted from you. you wondered if he thought about you all the time like you did with him. you wondered if maybe, just maybe, if yours marks started going down once more, your very loved professor, neville longbottom, would want to touch you help you again.

that day professor longbottom had to give out the results of last quiz. a quiz you purposely wrote the answers wrong. he stepped in front of you handing you the paper. "y/n, i would like to see you at the end of the class." you had been waiting for him to say those words to you, but when it happened you had a bittersweet feeling. he didn't look disappointed he just looked angry. the paper didn't have a sad face drawn, just a zero on top with a overly red dot beside it that indicated he had his pen placed on the same spot for a while.

during the day, your mind was going back and forth on the same thoughts and your hand no longer between your thighs but close to your lips trying not to bite each nail off your fingers in regret on what you had done.

finally, you knocked on the greenhouse door just before entering with a softly "good afternoon, professor". just as last time, his eyes were focused on a plant and your call made him turn.

"good afternoon, y/n. come, sit here..." he sat on a chair next to were he indicated while watching you do as he said. you took a deep breath and opened your mouth with the intention of apologizing. "you know? what i found most interesting is the way your explanations are perfect but then the conclusion is wrong" he looked at you with a serious look.

you played with your hands and started speaking, "i'm sorry, professor, i thought that-"

"i know what you thought, y/n" he said with a dry tone. neville looked at you and took your chin with his fingers, making you rise your face to his. "how is it that a clever girl like you would do something so stupid?" your legs clenched together at those words. slowly, the professor started caressing your cheek.

"please, professor..." your eyes wide open looking at his and your hands almost scratching your thighs. "please, i need you to touch me again..." neville opened his eyes in shock, finally realizing everything he had caused.

he moved his hand away from your cheek and slowly shook his head. "but i can't, y/n, i did that to help you and look at what you did..." he breath out looking at you with those puppy eyes he unconsciously did when he was disappointed. "i can't do that again."

"then, let me touch you..."

"you know that's not what i mean" his dry tone came back and seriousness took over his eyes again. "i shouldn't have done that and it can never happen again... not even if you hadn't done what you've done, i just can't cheat on my wife."

you felt your heart breaking. of course you knew he had a wife, who could "hannah" be if not his wife? but you wished you were wrong. you took a deep breath as your professor looked away, "i promise i won't tell anybody and i will never try something like that again, but please, i need you." he looked at you and shook his head again.

"i can't. not knowing i can't stop thinking about you even though you are my student." you felt your cheeks go warm at the words and without thinking you threw yourself onto him for a kiss. he took you on his arms while fully giving himself to you as he sat you on the table to place himself in front of you, just like last time.

without pulling your lips away from his, you unbottoned his pants while trying to pull them down with your feet, which were basically just rubbing themselves on his buttcheeks clumsily and made him laugh inside the kiss. you pulled away embarrassed. "i'm sorry..." you whispered nervously.

"it's fine" he laughed softly and kissed your forehead. he continued by kissing your lips once more and slowly starting to caress your thighs below your skirt. quickly, he lowered his pants to next completely take off your panties. "are you sure you want to do this?"

"i'm sure." you smiled shyly, playing with the edge of his boxers. you were usually quiet but at this time, you just couldn't wait to take them off. the feeling on your pussy was more than what you could stand. "fuck me, professor." he laughed and kissed your lips once more, making your heart and your lower area to pump even faster. he pulled away and licked his fingers, you just stared at them swallowing nervously, completely desperate and wanting them inside you. he inserted them were you most needed him but you knew it wasn't enough.

he looked at you, knowing what you were thinking, "don't worry, y/n. i just don't want you to get hurt." he smiled and gave you a peck on the lips before taking his fingers from your insides. he lowered his boxers, giving you full sight of erected cock. you gasped in shock. to you, it was huge, but of course, you hadn't seen any other one to compare, so you really didn't know. but it was. it was big.

"is it going to fit?" you asked scared.

"of course it is..." he looked at you, noticing the terrified look on your face. "but don't worry. i'll be gentle." he took you on his arms again and slowly put it inside of you. you gasped again. "does it hurt?"

"a little bit..." you swallowed. "but it's okay. i can take it" he laughed at your response and started softly moving his hips. you closed your eyes. you thought that maybe your professor's dick inside of you shouldn't feel so good... but it did. it felt amazing. you tried not to moan, covering your mouth with your hand.

neville took the hand of in front your mouth. "i want to hear you." even though he just had spoken five words he turned you into a moaning mess. "that's better." your voice basically shoved into your professor's core and he mercilessly increased the pace, letting his voice out too. his low moans were music to your ears.

you melted together, enjoying the fire coming of your souls. at that time, you wondered if you loved him or he was just fucking you so good. how would you love your professor? how could that be? it was probably just the sex. not his plant-green eyes, his peach-toned lips, his soft brown hair, his beautiful growly voice. not the way he passionately taught all his students about the plants and his sweet fatherly personality. it couldn't be that.

your thoughts were interrupted by an upcoming orgasm that made your body feel like it exploded. you screamed and bit your lips scratching neville's shoulders. he smiled and kissed your lips. you smiled back but couldn't bring yourself to say: i love you, professor.

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[sweetheartsaku]

♡ soobin & y/n's dossiers.

dossier; a collection of documents about the same topic. dossiers are typically meant to provide comprehensive, detailed information about a subject. the subject either being yn ln, or choi soobin. 🌷

✿ contents :

— [ I ] file 001 ; when we had first met in fall ☆ [ y.ln ]

— [ II ] file 002 ; another lovesong abt u [ y.ln ] + [ c.sb ]

— [ III ] file 003 ; ' what are you listening to? ' [ y.ln ]

— [ IV ] file 004 ; i love his jumper.. [ y.ln ]

— [ V ] file 005 ; its really her. [ c.sb ]

— [ VI ] file 006 ; ive never met someone like her.. [ c.sb ]

— [ VII ] file 007 ; the ☾all at midnight [ c.sb ]

— [ VIII ] file 008 ; we could be more than that [ c.sb ]

— [ IX ] file 009 ; the sakuras bloom ✿

— [ X ] file 010 ; finding all the right words.. [ c.sb ]

— [ XI ] file 011 ; when they drifted

— [ XII ] file 012 ; february 14th ♡

✿ dates :

started ; 12 / 02 / 23

ended ; tba.

✿ taglist : [ open ! ]

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sakuras bloom in many places, so you can imagine this smau/dossier anywhere! the songs referenced are the glue song, lovesong and apple cider!! i was gonna put soren n' cologne, but it js doesnt match yk [cri] more chapters may be added if people are interested.. also, im gonna try post once every 3-4 days!!!

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[je-suis-alex]

Vintage Clothes Shops♡

This week I went into town (Dublin City Centre) with my friend from college Patricija & I taught it would be a perfect post for the blog. This week I am going to post about all my favourite vintage shops in Temple Bar.

Firstly my favourite place in Dublin is South Dublin, I love strolling up Grafton St & a nice walk in Saint Stephen's Green but I taught that it wouldn't be as interesting as Temple Bar has more shops to offer that not many people know about as Grafton Street contains high street shops that everyone is familiar with. I love Temple Bar's atmosphere and the people's care free attitude. My Favourite vintage shops in Temple Bar include Lucy's Lounge, Tola Vintage Fresh & 9 Crows.

Lucy's Lounge

Lucy's Lounge is a vintage clothes and accessory shop based on 11 Fownes Street Upper, Temple Bar, Dublin 2. They sell androgonys clothing for both male & female & their accessory's are trendy and very artistic such as handbags and wallets made out of everyday items. The staff in the shop are nice & friendly and are always dressed up in wacky clothing & eccentric hair & makeup. They sell vintage designer clothing such as Louis Vuitton & Ralph Lauren. Every time I am in town I cannot resist without posting something on my Snapchat & Instagram story because they always have new items that I have to let my followers see. I've bought a few things in the shop such as badges & stickers for my denim jacket & a few pairs of sunglasses.

Outside Lucy's Lounge♡

Some things I picked up in Lucy's Lounge last week😍

The visitor's book I sign nearly every time I'm in the shop😂

Tola Vintage

Tola Vintage is a recent clothing shop based right next door to Lucy's Lounge at 10 Fownes Street Upper, Temple Bar, Dublin 2. They sell vintage clothing. Their clothes would definitely be more modern & not as wacky. The main brands they sell are Ralph Lauren, Versace & Calvin Klein. I have 3 pairs of their Calvin Klein jeans as they are strong & go with nearly everything. Their clothes are more on the expensive side because of how vintage they are & they are high end brands. Tola do a kilo sale every few months. A kilo sale is where you can buy a kilo of whatever clothing you want and pay €20 (per kilo) They are held in hotels all over the country. I have attended two, one in the RDS & the other in the Radisson Blu, Royal Hotel (Dublin) If you keep an eye on their Facebook page (Tola Vintage) they will keep you updated on the next one. They are great fun & the value is great!

My two favourite Tola Vintage models. Eavan (Left) & Alex (Right)♡

Fresh

Fresh is another vintage clothing shop that I love & is based at 1 Crown Alley, Temple Bar, Dublin. They sell brands such as Thrasher and their own brand. Fresh is more of a festival wear rather than all year wear but you can get trendy garments for nights out. They do sell funky accessories for festivals also such as holographic glitter and wacky sunglasses. I found my day 2 Longitude outfit in here & revived lots of compliments.

Outside Fresh with their infamous mural😻

Nine Crows

Last but certainly not least another vintage shop that I adore & was actually the shop that made me love vintage clothing is Nine Crows. They recently moved from the quays to Temple Bar they are currently based at 22 Temple Ln S, Temple Bar, Dublin. Nine Crows would definitely be one of my favourites and was introduced to me by my friend Kate as she followed them on Instagram so we went in and I instantly loved it. They sell high end brands such as Louis Vuitton bags & fur coats (faux) I love the shops atmosphere & lovely friendly staff that are so helpful. I went in with an idea for one of my Longitude outfits & they helped me find the perfect outfit!

Outside Nine Crows♡

Some wacky accessories in Nine Crows😍

Some vintage Louis Vuitton bags, cowboy boots & hats♡

Holographic bags! Perfect for concert's & festivals😻

That's all for this week, thank you again for reading! I really appreciate it! Thank's to everyone who liked & shared my facebook page (Je Suis Alex) too! Feel free to Like, Comment & Share♡ Love always, Alex♚

[plentyoffandoms]

Can you write a fluff/romance fic where the reader is a soft introvert who is madly in love with the badass extroverted Hook, but believe she has no shot with because she believes he wouldn’t go for someone like her, but in reality, secretly feels the same as well about her. I’m a suckers for badasses with sweethearts!!!

Hook x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: swearing.

I hope you like it.

Peter - Taz ☆ Tyler - Hook ☆ Will - Powerhouse Hobbs ☆ Melissa - Thunder Rosa

Summary: f/Reader is a very shy makeup artist, who is madly in love with Hook. She doesn't think she has a chance with him, but she doesn't know how wrong she is.

HOOK'S POV:

I couldn't help myself as I watched YN work out of the corner of my eye while I was getting my hair done for my match tonight.

YN was doing Melissa's makeup and she was listening as Melissa was talking about who is going to be on Taco Vlog.

"You never said their name Melissa." YN softly said to her which made Melissa stop and think back on her conversation she was having.

"I guess I didn't. Tyler will be on and I already know this will be one of my popular ones." YN looked at me and I winked and smiled at her.

The smile left my face when YN looked down at the ground and then went back to doing the final touches on Melissa's makeup.

I knew YN was painfully shy. She wasn't one to go out to clubs with us, or join anyone really to even eat.

I see her in between clients, reading a book or scrolling through social media. Even her social media is private.

I have tried talking to her but she barely says two words to me and I am not used to that. Anyone who I have ever met is automatically drawn to me and I can be friends with almost anyone.

But not YN LN.

For some reason she doesn't like me, even though I want to her to like me. The woman has barely talked to me and she has captured my heart and she doesn't even know.

YN's POV:

When Melissa told me that Tyler was going to be on her vlog, I couldn't help but look at the handsome man.

He must of heard his name as he looked over at the two of us and winked at me and smiled.

But I also saw him do that a few members of the stage crew and they practically fell over themselves trying to get a date with him.

I just went back to texting my best friend and ignored what was happening around me.

It really is the only way I can try and move past what I call a silly little crush on Tyler.

The first time I saw him on TV, I thought he was cute but I think that about a lot of men who I knew I would never meet in real life.

But then I got job with All Elite Wrestling and I came face to face with the man who is called Hook.

The moment I met him, he has flirted with me every chance he got but I just didn't want to be another notch on his belt.

And I just know that is what I would be. I mean why else would he be interested in someone like me?

I prefer to stay in than rather go out to a loud club. If I want to eat out I will, but I enjoy either cooking or have food delivered to me.

Tyler on the other hand loves to go to the club. He loves having the attention on him. Wherever he goes, people are just drawn to him and his whole I-don't-give-a-fuck personality.

"You're all done Melissa." I said to her as I did the final touches.

"Perfect as always YN." I smiled at the compliment.

"Make sure to watch the vlog YN." Melissa says as she walks out of the room.

She knows I never miss an episode. My favourite one so far is the one with Mark Henry on it.

"She is right YN, don't miss it." I paused cleaning the makeup brushes when I heard him talk.

"I haven't missed an episode yet Tyler."

"Good.

~

That night I got comfy on the hotel bed and had my laptop all ready to go. I just had to hit play.

I started it and Melissa did her usual thing. Introducing the guest and where they are eating and what type of Tacos they will be having.

"So Hook, I know the world is dying to know, got anyone special that you are keeping from us? I mean, we all know how mysterious you are."

"No, I mean there is a woman but we are not together. I want to be with her but for some reason I don't think she likes me."

That had me questioning who he is even talking about. Has to be someone we work with as that is who he is always around.

"What makes you say that?" Melissa asked after she chewed her taco.

"I talk to her and she can't make eye contact with me or just says like one or two words and that is it."

It was like a light went off in her head. She hit Tyler's arm and gasped. "Is it?" All he did was nod his head yes.

Am I that daft that I can't figure out who it is?

Hook's POV:

The next day I was sitting with Will and Ricky as the two of them talked about Will's match against one of the members of The Dark Order.

I wasn't paying attention enough to know who it was. I wondered if she watched it like she said she was going too.

Did she figure out it was her I was talking about?

Shit, why am I so nervous about this? It's not like I don't know how to talk to women, but when it comes to YN, fuck, I can't think straight when I am around her.

"Did you hear that Head of Security is going to ask out YN?" Ricky said to me, knowing how much I like her.

I tried to hide it from him but one day I got a bit to drunk at the club and I screamed out that I like her.

"Fuck, really?"

"Yeah, you better go and do something about it before you actually end up losing her to someone else."

I wanted to run to her but I stood up like I always do. I still have some image to maintain.

I found her where I usually find her, setting up her station so she can be ready to go for when people start to come in to get their makeup done.

I leaned against the door frame and just watched her, not making a single sound. She was humming a song I didn't really know.

"So, did you watch it?" She jumped a bit and turned around and looked at me.

"Yes."

"What did you think?"

"Melissa is right, it will be her most popular one yet." YN went back to pulling stuff out of her bag.

"Did you figure it out?" I had to know.

"Figure what out Tyler?"

"Who it is?"

"No. Not anyone I know. Everyone loves you."

"Not everyone YN." I took a few steps further into the room.

"There is this one woman who have fallen for you see. We are complete opposites. She likes to stay in while I would like to go out to the club or go shopping."

A few more steps I took.

"She is painfully shy but only around me. At first I thought she liked me how I like her, but after I tried talking to her, I don't know now. But the thing is, she has a tight hold on my heart and she doesn't even know it."

"Tyler," YN said my name softly. "You do not even know me."

"And I want to get know you. I have tried but you need to give me a chance. I'm really not a bad guy."

"I do not want to be just a notch on your belt." She was guarding herself.

"And you won't be. Give me a chance. Let me take you to dinner tonight."

"Okay, but no where that is over crowded please."

"Of course."

~

Our first date went amazing and I asked her out again. Same after our second date and our third.

Our fourth date I finally asked her to be my girlfriend and even though she pretended to think it over, she said yes.

I still keep up my image that I have to maintain to the public, but in private, YN has a hold over me that I am sure no one else will be able to do.

A few months in to our relationship, I told her I love her. The two of us were watching a movie together, her curled into my side and I just looked at her.

"I love you YN." She pulled out of my arms and looked at me. Probably making sure I wasn't messing with her.

"I love you too Tyler." I gripped her chin gently in my hand and leaned down and kissed her.

News broke out not long after that. I was spotted at a jewellery store picking out her birthday gift, which was a bracelet I had custom made for her.

The two of us talked it over and we decided to finally announce it on social media. We took a photo together and I uploaded the best one.

Once I did that, I turned off my phone and I showed YN how much I love her.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Hello love...gonna throw you a curve ball....can I get a #16 from the Your Body is a Wonderland list with LA Knight? He's interesting.

Please and thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Your Body is a Wonderland Masterlist ♡ LA Knight Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

I hope you like it.

#16. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unless you like it rough

Shaun - LA Knight ☆

YN'S POV:

The only sound that filled my office was his grunts, my muffled moans and the sound of his hips slamming against my ass over and over again.

"Give me one more. One fucking more and I will give you what you wanted all day YN." Shaun growled through his clenched teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Shaun was up and out of the house long before I even woke up. I knew he has a busy day a head of him with back to back meetings but that didn't stop me from sending photos and text messages about how badly I needed.

I sent him a photo of me sucking my favourite dildo, saying I wish it was cock.

Then I kept messaging him about how I wanted to cum down my throat. How I wanted to taste him for days.

At first I got no response from him but then as I got out of the shower, I found a video waiting for me.

It was Shaun in the bathroom, jerking himself off. I couldn't hear what he was saying as he was trying to be quiet, but I groaned as I watched him cum all over his stomach.

He pointed the camera at his handsome face and he just winked at me and that is when the video ended.

I then went off to my job. I usually don't work Saturdays but I needed to finish a few last minute reports and the best place to do them is at my office.

Usually I have no distractions and I can get my work done.

But not today.

A few hours into my day, the security at the front desk informed me that Shaun was there.

The moment the man stepped into my office, I knew why he was here. I could tell by the look in his eyes.

He closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked.

Shaun put his hands on my hips and pulled me flush against his body and captured my lips with his. The two of us moaning into the kiss.

He one hand left my waist and moved to the back of my head and I gasped as he gripped my hair and tugged my head away from his lips.

"I told you to behave today and you didn't listen. Just had to be a brat." He said. I just whimpered as I knew I was in for it.

I could feel how wet I was, I am practically dripping.

"I have told you this time and time again YN...I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unless you like it rough."

The next thing I knew, I was bent over my desk, which he cleared with one swipe of his arm.

My skirt was bunched over my waist and my panties he had ripped off of my body. His hands were gripping and spreading my ass cheeks as he ate me out from behind.

Shaun had two fingers thrusting in and out of me quickly. I cried out his name as he quickly brought me to the edge.

But he didn't stop. No, he continued to eat me out. My hand was covering my mouth as I heard someone outside my door. Probably security doing their rounds.

I felt Shaun stand up and I heard and felt him undo his belt and push his jeans down far enough that he was free.

There was a knock on my office door at that moment. I tensed up and quietly moaned as I felt Shaun rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy.

"Everything okay Miss LN?"

"Yes Shannon. Just trying to get this paperwork done." I tried to say in a normal voice.

"Just let us know when you leave Miss LN and we will lock up."

"Thank YOU." I cried out as Shaun decided to slam into me at that moment.

"Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Shannon called through the door, her voice laced with worry.

"Answer her." Shawn growled as he fucked me.

"Just stubbed my toe." I said, hoping she will leave. Just the thought of someone hearing us fuck had me clenching my pussy around his cock.

I don't know if she left as I didn't care now. His thrusts were powerful and he had me crying out his name as he fucked me.

I bit my palm hard as he fucked orgasm after orgasm out of me.

"Give me one more. One fucking more and I will give you what you wanted all day YN." Shaun growled through his clenched teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

I didn't know if I could. I didn't know if I could cum again, but Shaun knows my body better than I do.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled my tired and sweaty body against his chest, never once stopping his thrusts.

One hand reached between my legs and played with clit and the other hand gripped my throat.

Between the two, I came with a silent scream. My mouth hung open as my whole body felt like it was fire.

With a grunt, he pulled out of me and I practically fell to my knees. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock as he quickly jerked off into my mouth.

I closed my eyes when I felt the first warm rope hit my tongue and then the back of my throat.

He shouted my name as he came. His hips jerking as his cock twitched in my mouth.

I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me with a lazy smile on his face. I took him fully into my mouth just to clean his cock off.

I opened my mouth once his cock fell from lips to show that I swallowed it all.

Shaun helped me stand up and I popped a few pieces of my gum into my mouth.

"How about some lunch? I have another meeting but it is in a few hours." He asked as we cleaned up my office. I just nodded my head yes as I am starving.

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