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lacesgirl · 4 months

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You didn't burn those flowers, did you|t.nott part 2

part 1

summary: Sometimes it's better for us if our prayers are not listening by anyone.

parings: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: bad grammar, lack of self -respect

word counts: 2131

author's note: It's part 2 and I hope y'all going to enjoy this. Also I started working on something bigger than one shots so I hope that you're going to like this.

Love is like poison, once you will be loved by a person, you’re going to end up in pain. The only thing that love is doing it’s just crushing your soul and you will never be the same.

“You didn't burn those flowers, did you?” Mattheo asked.

This night was so peaceful with a bright sky and music blasting somewhere behind us. I couldn’t see Theo tonight. He was way too drunk and his eyes once blue now was just dark and full of hatred.

“I couldn’t. I’m still hoping that he’s going to change. He’s going to talk to me.” I responded and passed him a pack of cigarettes.

Mattheo sighed and took one cigarette from the pack. Then he lit my cigarette. I really appreciated the fact that he was worrying about me. I decided to give him a chance because deep down I know that he liked me. We both know that I still loved Theo.

Ever since we barely see Nott. And when we were seeing him, he was drunk or high. I lose all hope that he’s going to talk not only to me but also the rest of our group.

“So now you and Mattheo are a thing.” Pansy theoretical asked.

“Yeah… but he knows that I still have feelings for Theo and I didn’t burn those fucking flowers. I don’t think that I will ever be ready to do this” I responded.

Pansy looked at me and started to look for her favorite black skirt. I was really hoping that she’s going to say something but she didn’t do it. When I was finishing my makeup, she came closer. She sat down and at this moment I started to regret my wish. She was doing that when she wanted to tell me about something which wasn’t really good news to me.

“If you want to drop Mattheo and run back to your ex, just keep it in mind that Cedric is single,” she said.

“Pansy what the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed at her.

“When I was looking for a Nott because I wanted to ask him about a book I borrowed to him I heard something” she responded.

“Girl, don't try my patience” I said.

“Cedric was talking about getting back to you because you two did a project together. He didn’t tell what you two were doing but he was getting at you cheating Theo with him.” Pansy stated.

“You're kidding right?” I asked.

“If you want to take this as a joke then yes.” she ironically responded.

“Fuck me.” I commented.

“What do you want to do with this?” she asked.

“Well I want to show him that me and him hooking up was just a simple mistake.” I responded.

Pansy nodded her head and started talking about her idea of revenge. I was just simply in shock because me and Cedric agreed that our relationship has to end. When Pansy was ready we went to a party and I decided to play a game with Cedric.

I was sitting at the counter. Mattheo was touching my thigh. And I saw Cedric sitting on the couch with Aurelie. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Go and talk to Aurelie, I know that you like her now.” I told to Mattheo.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, we both know that we like to flirt with each other but you can’t kiss me because you’re going to betray Theo and I can’t kiss you because I love him. Holding hands and cuddling it’s nothing. So go and talk to her.” I responded and playfully hit his head.

I couldn’t wait long for him and Aurelie disappearing outside. I jumped off the counter and went to Cedric. I sat at his lap. The best part was that he wasn’t surprised, it was almost like he wanted me to do it.

“Tell me, this is what we did, when we were doing a project” I asked.

I knew that his friends were looking at us and were interested in this situation. So I kissed him on the cheek. I knew what I was doing but I didn’t know that Theo was here and he was looking. But when he saw this he just left. I mean that’s what Lorenzo told me after.

“Or maybe we were doing this” I stated.

His face turned red because I didn’t knew what he told his friends and his friends were smiling, some of them were laughing.

“That’s what I thought. Next time, when you decide to make out with me while doing a project, just tell me what we did because I still don’t know. And I think I’m supposed to know.” I said.

Then I headed to the yard. I needed to smoke. It didn’t last long when the yard was full of people who wanted to know what just happened. I was making myself a drink when Cedrics’ friends were telling everyone what happened. I was really glad that some of our friends had a house where we could drink on the weekends. Once the party was over, a new week has come.

Something changed after that party. Me and Mattheo were still flirting because Aurelie and any other girl didn’t last long as befits Mattheo. Lorenzo was still a loser when it comes to drinking and poor Blaise had to take care of him. Pansy and Draco would still make out with us in one room. It was all the same but the change was in Theo. He was still intoxicated when we were seeing him but we could see him frequently. I mean I was seeing him more often than the rest of us. But he still refused to talk to us.

One time Pansy and I were talking about a borrowed book and even though Nott didn’t talk to us, he gave it back. He didn’t come to us and gave it back but the next day a book was laying in front of our bedroom. He was attending Quidditch again. He was signing me to be his partner at every work even though he was doing this all by himself. This is how three weeks passed. When we were all sitting in the common room when Elijah came with a big smile on his face.

“My dear friends, I will be throwing a party on Friday, so feel free to come and get drunk” he screamed, “And my dear Y/N, Cedric is also invited so yall can make a clusterfuck again” he added.

I sarcastically smiled in response.

“Oh come on girl, after your whatever that was everyone was concentrating on you and made a pretty big mess in my yard.” Elijah said.

“Thanks for reminding me. I would kill myself without this quick reminder.” I responded.

Elijah looked at me and smiled.

“Do you think that Theo is going to be there?” Blaise asked.

“I guess so.” I responded.

Before the party I decided to go to Muggle world for a pack of cigarettes. It was way much better than ours. It took me too long so I arrived a bit late. I always wonder how Elijahs’ parents never realized what was happening in their house. When I was inside I realized that I might have arrived too late because Lorenzo was already drunk. It’s not like he needed much alcohol, I just knew that at first they don’t drink too much. They are always waiting for some kind of drama and then the party begins. I was looking for Theo but I couldn’t find him, so I just sat down with my friends.

“Do you have it?” Pansy asked so I showed her a pack of cigarettes.

“Here’s your drink” Mattheo said while passing me a coup.

The smell was so strong and I knew that today I’m not walking by myself but someone is going to carry me from this house.

Many drinks after, Theo came. He was already drunk so TROUBLE was screaming loudly. All of us were waiting for him to do something but he went to make himself a drink.

Then to our surprise he sat with us.

He sat next to me.

The silence was so loud even though the party was yobby. He didn’t even look at us. He was just sitting. I was chugging my drink and thanks to the drunk Lorenzo, the silence was over. He started saying stupid things and Pansy started to respond to him. After a while they all were again loud but I felt really uncomfortable. When I was about to stand and go to make another drink, he grabbed my cup to make me a drink.

“You should just chill Y/N and be natural.” Draco stated.

“Easier said than done…” I said but I was interrupted by a glass bump.

Theo decided to bring alcohol to our table. I looked over and saw Cedric. He was looking at me and if Lorenzo was telling the truth and Theo saw what I did last time, I wasn’t surprised that he brought alcohol here.

After a drink Pansy and Draco just disappeared, Lorenzo went to some bedroom to sleep. So on the couch was me, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo. I chugged four more drinks and I knew that I had to stop. I was way too drunk so I decided to go outside to smoke but I took a drink with me. I also couldn’t stand Theo, I was happy that he’s with us but the way he acted, more like he didn't act unbearable.

I went to the end of the yard and the wind was whipping me gently. It was still night. Music was softly blasting and there was no one outside so I could be alone for a minute. But to be honest I don’t know how long I was sitting there. I knew that drink and half of cigarettes were gone.

When I got inside the mess was insane. A lot of broken glasses and blood. Fucking blood. I could feel like my heart stopped for a second. I sober up in a second. I started to look around but I couldn’t find him. But I saw Cedric all in blood. And I knew what happened. I started to look for Mattheo or Blaise. I found Blaise by the exit when he was looking for Theo.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Y/N” Blaise said while hugging me, “you didn’t come back for a solid hour and we didn’t see you in the yard so Mattheo went to look for you.” he added.

“I was just sitting at the very last corner of it,” I said.

“Yes, that’s the problem. It’s dark and we always know where you smoke.” he responded to me.

“I know, I just needed to be alone for a second and I’m sorry for worrying you.” I said, “but what happened to Cedric?” I asked.

“You weren’t coming back and Cedric started to make up the stories of you two doing a project. So Theo went to him and started to fight. Then he grabbed alcohol and just left.” Blaise responded.

“How long ago did he leave?” I asked.

“10 minutes maybe.” Blaise responded.

“I’m going to look for him. I might know where he is.” I stated.

I knew that Blaise didn’t want me to go alone and drunk at night but it was the only way to find Theodore.

The night was still peaceful but my heart wasn’t. The only place he could go was the heathland. We were always going for some privacy there because only we knew where it was. As I was closer and closer I could hear him breaking a bottle.

“Theodore, can we talk!” I screamed when I was close enough.

He decided to ignore me and just walk by.

“Theo, can you just fucking stop!” I screamed again.

He ignored me again so I decided to walk faster to him. When I was by his side, I grabbed his wrist. He pushed me but I did it again. This time he stopped walking but he didn’t look at me.

“Teddy, let’s just talk.” I calmly said.

He grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me. It was a long and passionate kiss but something was off.

“I don’t want to talk. I just want you to love me but you had to choose fucking Cedric. At first I didn’t believe the rumors but then I saw how you smiled at each other. Every time you two were together, you were laughing a lot and I knew that he makes you feel good. And then the fact that they knew was even worse. Because that day I lost not only a girl I love more than anything but also my friends. And then I saw you and Cedric at that party and I realized that I need to let you go even though I still love you.” Theo said.

He was still holding my face so I grabbed his arm so he couldn’t just go away.

“It’s not like that,” I said and then I explained everything to him. I knew that he wanted to listen to me because he let me talk.

“I’m sorry, I really mean this. I love you and I don’t want to lose you ever again.” he whispered to my ear while hugging me.

“Let’s clean you up.’’ I said and gave him a peck on the lips.

I wanted to start over, he wanted to start over and it was all that mattered to me.

“You didn't burn those flowers, did you?” Theo asked but it sounded more like he wanted to convince himself.

“I prayed that these flowers would burn on their own, because I couldn’t do it.” I responded and hugged him even tighter.

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ask-nyc-boroughs · 1 month

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my tendency to ramble endlessly is strong 😔🙏 so I’ll try my best to keep this short. Anyways this is the result of a month long doodle page of a few of my westerners: Ramona “Mona” Sanchez/ California, Roberto Velasco “Rob McDaniel”/ Texas, & Pedro Ortega/ New Mexico + Aurelie Bayon/ Louisiana (c. @gardenkeeper ).

Under the cut, I’ll explain each doodle briefly from left to right, & I’m just gonna include the most important details. I’ll def be talking about Mona & Rob more so in the future.

Doodles left to right

Mona is like 12, a bit angsty, and boy crazy when she’s starting to think of being independent of Mexico. She thought the cute blonde boy (Alfred/USA) who was also fighting Mexico was totally gonna help her cause he’s y’know famously so good hearted (lolllll). That didn’t pan out well.

Mona on a horse cause why not. She’s usually trying to be this influencer-esque, health conscious, “spiritual” fake bitch, but like she can’t hide at her core she’s a bit of a cowgirl.

Mona & Rob talking when they’re US states. Rob just has a compulsive urge to tease her. And he does reveal stuff about her that she doesn’t necessarily want revealed (Californios are mostly castizos if you will and began identifying as Spanish rather than Mexican as they did not want to be associated with Mexico as Mexico was sending people with more mesitzos or just non-white ancestry to the region. Mona upon entry to the US would’ve identified herself as being Spanish as a means of asserting her distance from Mexico by trying to assert greater proximity to whiteness and Rob knows what she’s doing and just causally pokes holes in her story lol. Not that Rob is much better).

Rob & Aurelie just being affectionate together. I’ll save a greater discussion about them for another time. But their story begins when Rob is basically a neglected Spanish colonial outpost who’s forced to rely on the good will of his presumed French colonial enemy, Aurelie. They become friends throughout the years. Rob always had a crush on Aurelie. She began to like him more romantically towards the 20th century, and I think they bond over a shared love of music - especially genres from that region: Jazz, Blues, Ragtime, & Zydeco.

Rob in the late 19th & early 20th trying to impress Aurelie

Rob & Alfred are BFFs, they’re friends before the civil war but they really become BFFs post-civil war. They’re like highkey the same person. Loud, obnoxious, head strong. Except Rob has more of a lighter, jokester energy to him. Rob is slower to anger whereas Alfred could hold a grudge forever (New England ass).

A design of Pedro / New Mexico. I need to do more research on him. But so far I feel bad he’s stuck btwn Mona & Rob. They’re both objectively crazy lol. And Pedro just wants to be left alone.

Mona confronting Rob towards the end of the US Civil War.

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iaminfourthwing · 1 month

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The Generals Daughter

Chapter IV

Xaden had the same thoughts in Battle Brief because his question was kind of based on mine. The fact that we were thinking the same way gives me a boost of confidence. Not that I would rely on his opinion but since he is the wingleader (and that for a reason) it kinda makes me happy.

“You two are seriously something else. You knew everything in history and in Battle Brief you were badass, especially you Arya.” Rhiannon says with an exciting glint in her brown eyes.

Clad in our sparring clothes (a short sleeved black shirt with tight trousers) we’re currently standing next to the sparring mat where Aurelie and Ridoc are fighting each other. Today is just assessment, that means we figure out where everyone’s skills lay, or if some even have skills.

Sawyer found his way next to me, Violet and Rhiannon on my other side. I quietly observe the match but it`s obvious that both of them already had their fair share of training in the past.

Violet and Rhiannon talk about helping each other out, Vi with academics, Rhiannon with sparring. Sawyer joins the conversation. “I could give tips to survive combat training.” Right, he already has some experience.

A tooth goes flying. Ew. “Enough!” Professor Emetterio shouts.

“What about you, Arya?” Rhiannon asks curious, her eyes not leaving the match in front of us but it's Violet who answers her. “She is good in everything. No, not just good. Magnificent.” I scoff as Emetterio calls out the next match. “Hardly. I may have some training, but there are always fighters who are more dangerous than I am” I say to Violet. A certain cadet from First Wing for example.

A tall, bulky guy from our wing, but second year from another squad stands on the mat. Since we have an uneven number of cadets in the squads someone will have to step into that match with him.

A sickening crack echoes through the hall as Jack Barlowe snaps the neck of his squad mate. Sweet “-Malek” Violet whispers horrified. He seriously is crazy, more than that. I don’t even want to know what goes on in that head, but what I know is, that he is dangerous. We really have to watch out, especially if he’s after Violet.

Emetterio scolds him but Barlowe obviously doesn`t give a flying fuck about what the professor has to say.

Emetterio turns back around and his eyes find mine. Shit. “Melgren, your turn.”

“That will be good. Don`t hurt him too much, Arya” Violet says with a exiciting grin while the others wish me good luck.

I walk over and step onto the mat. “Must be my lucky day to be the first one here to have a chance beating you up, Melgren. Are we allowed to break bones beside the neck?”

Is he- is he dumb?! Even though it's just assessment and Emetterio wants to see what we can do, it is not forbidden to break some bones. We just shouldn`t overdo it, that`s what the challenges are for. Best example of what we shouldn’t do is Barlowes match, if you can even call it a match. Was pretty one sided if you ask me.

Emetterio must think the same because he scoffs and but looks unimpressed at him. He explained the rules of assessment two times before.

I decide to rile him up a bit. “Why? You want to make an appointment with Nolon beforehand for you? You know, just in case.” The right corner of my mouth lifts up. A murmur goes through the crowd and a few laughter can be heard.

Pissed, he turns my way and takes his position and god help me – that must be the worst starting stance I have ever seen. “Don’t worry. I`ll make it short” I tease him further.

That gives him the rest and he storms towards me like an angry bull. I dodge a few of his punches which he clearly doesn`t like and only makes him madder. He may be tall and muscular, but he lacks agility. His movements are uncoordinated, he moves with pure strength, not with logic.

Okay, enough of that. Time to show what I can do.

He takes a step forward; I dodge his fist and punch him square in the face onto his nose. A sickening crunch can be heard, and with the way his nose is deformed, it is definitely broken, but I don`t care. I smack my fist into his jaw, hard, and he falls over, unconscious. HUH?!

Well fuck, that was not the plan. Did I really punch that hard? I stand over his unconscious figure, eyes wide open, mouth dropped in disbelief.

My stunned face finds Emetterios with a similar expression and notice how most of the other cadets stopped what they were doing. Violet looks proud (she saw me sparring more than just once), Rhiannon, Sawyer and the rest of our squad are wide eyed, speechless. “What the fuck?” Someone shouts.

“Well … I think he yields.” I say with a confused smirk on my face.

Emetterio scoffs but I can see the proud glint in his eyes. “Damn Melgren, that was certainly a new record but next time, please let them stay awake.” he says.

I step down from the mat and walk over to my squad. Aetos is the first one to greet me. “That was really good, Arya. I have to give you that, you seem to be an excellent fighter.” A compliment, from Dain Aetos? My face must show the confusion and amusement because he just rolls his eyes but doesn`t say anything else.

Ridoc gives me a fist bump. “That was incredible” Sawyer says, still in awe. “The way you were assessing him and kept your focus on the way he moved. You studied him during the fight and never lost control,” he adds. It was something my father taught me personally when he had the time (which wasn`t often) to fight with me.

“And the way it only took you two punches to knock him unconscious” Rhiannon grins. “Yeah, that was certainly not the plan. But you just have to know where you have to punch” I explain. “I can teach you, if you want.” All four of them nod their head furiously at my offer. Laughing I turn around and find Emetterios gaze fixed on Violet, Imogen Cardulo, a pink haired second year with the relic adorning her arm, next to him. Uh oh.

“Sorrengail, your turn.” Shit.

#fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing x reader #bodhi durran #xaden riorson #bodhi durran x oc #bodhi durran x reader #violet sorrengail #fourth wing by rebecca yarros #rebecca yarros #booktok

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unknownwritersblog · 16 days

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A small peek into my OC fic I've been working on

“Charles took Crystal on a walk,” Edwin informed her, opening the mail. “There is no way we can keep her. You need to talk to Charles, Aurelie.” “Edwin,” Aurie replied with an eye roll. “Crystal’s case isn’t closed until we figure out what happened to her memories. I will talk to Charles, and see what he’s thinking. I need a few things from your stash of herbs so I can take an adventure into her mind if she allows me.” Edwin nodded, continuing to open the mail. Aurie looked through some letters, waiting for the door to open. After so many years with her ghostly friends, she enjoyed the quiet moments she could only get with Edwin. She loved Charles and was more than willing to tell him how much the world had changed since 1989. But, the quiet familiarity she shared with Edwin made her feel safe and at home. She moved the potential cases to one side of the desk, leaving the pile of unopened cases to Edwin. When Charles and Crystal returned, Crystal seemed surprised to see her.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #fanfic #original character #work in progress

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ofarkhxm · 1 month

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Soooo I was talking with a friend and I wound up thinking about Astarion adopting a plague doctor outfit when he and Aurelie have to go surface side during the day so that he can still be in the sunlight...And I wanted an excuse to draw him in the Hunter of Hunters/Eileen the crows outfit.

#bg3 #bloodborne #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #my art

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morelikeravenbore · 3 months

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Alright here I come, sliding in your messages 👑

Regarding the shared questions I would love to know number 2, 11+12 ♥️

Love you queen, bye ♥️♥️♥️

Oh, hi, Queen Lory! 👑 How generous of you to visit my humble ask box! *curtseys*

✨What scene did you first put down?

Since I write my scenes wildly out of order, I don't remember exactly which one came first, but I do remember which one I really ✨loved✨ first.

'Mind if I join you?' Aurélie's eyes flew open. As if her thoughts alone had conjured him, the touselled-haired Slytherin boy stood grinning over her, his tall figure casting a shadow over her long-forgotten history book. Without waiting for an answer, he flopped down on the grass beside her, propped himself up on one elbow and pulled a box of Every Flavour Beans from his pocket. 'Care for a bean?' he asked, giving the box a little jiggle. Aurélie raised a dubious brow. 'Jelly beans for breakfast?' - How to Make a Villain, chapter six.

I love this chapter because it's the first turning point in Sebastian and Aurelie's friendship. Here they go from, 'he's annoying/she's just some girl' to 'oh, haaang on a minute...'

Their conversation in this scene sets the tone for their entire relationship: Sebastian pursues, Aurélie withdraws, and this push and pull continues for the course of the story. Aurélie is afraid of connection, Sebastian is afraid of losing it, but beneath all their fear, doubt and trauma is a deep bond that incrementally gets more and more difficult to deny.

✨What do you like best about this fic?

That I get to write it, lol.

✨What do you like least about this fic?

That I have to write it, lol.

HA no I'm kidding. What I like best about this fic is how happy I feel when I'm working on it, thinking about it, and talking about it, and how it's connected me lots of brilliant friends like you.

What I like the least is... ermmm... Honestly, I don't know. Probably inflicting angst onto my beloved bebes because it hurts to write it.

Thanks for the question, Queen of my heart!

How to Make a Villain: wattpad | ao3

#morelikeravenbore writes #morelikeravenbore #how to make a villain #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #aurelie collins #hogwarts legacy oc #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fandom

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apprenticestanheight · 3 months

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All is Well That Ends Well - Lawrence Gordon x gn! afab! reader - Part IV

Annnnnnnnnd, an hour and eleven minutes later, here's part four!! the next parts will be released on the seventh and fourteenth and then, unless I can manage to get a lot of writing done in not a lot of time, there'll probably be a bit of a delay between the end of The Beginning and the beginning of The Middle (I promise better titles will be created for these sections I am just. I am just terrible at titling and pull stuff out of a hat a lot of the time) but at the latest, the Middle will start in late march-early april.

Fic type - this one is so smutty, but it's also fluffy, so it's fluff that leads up into smut

Warnings - minors,, DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT THANK YOU, oral, cockwarming, edging (kind of??) mentions of the loss of Lawrences foot + prosthetics and pain and itching associated with wearing them too long

A few days pass, and on that Wednesday, after all of your classes were cancelled from a snowstorm, you wake up at eight and make a list with Aurelie over the phone of things you need to grab, organized by room for your own convenience.

For your bedroom you need to get a nightstand, wardrobe, a lamp or two, and better sheets and blankets than the ones you’d had for a decade, which were on their last legs as it were.

For the bathrooms—of which there are two, one in the primary suite and the other across the hall from one of the other two bedrooms—you need shower curtains, bathmats, and small bins to hold random essentials like pads, tampons, Band-Aids and anything else someone might need short notice, as well as trash cans and garbage bags accordingly.

The living and dining rooms are where stuff gets pricey—you need a couch, love seat, rocking chair, coffee table, television and a stand, curtains, maybe a rug and definitely a dining table.

For one of the other two bedrooms, you require an additional bed and curtains so that it can serve as the guest space. For the other of the two bedrooms, you need curtains, bookshelves, a comfy daybed, a desk and a rolling chair so that it can act as a library-slash-office space for studying and reading.

Since you figure Lawrence is working, Aurelie helps you get most of it. A lot of it came from IKEA for the sake of your own convenience but you refused, blatantly, to buy a bed or couch or even so much as a rocking chair from there, so it was a fairly cheap trip.

You grab the bed from the same spot you got the one you’d bought for yourself six months before, when the bed you’d had got lumpy and it became clear just how old it was—a local furniture store that was a twenty minute drive out and did same-day delivery fee at no additional cost.

The rocking chair, couch, coffee table, love seat, wardrobe and daybed were purchased from a furniture store one of your bosses had recommended. It was a forty minute drive from the condo but so worth it as they delivered to your apartment for only an additional $20.

Once the furniture shopping is complete you grab groceries and are home to unload them at half past four, making quick work of it because all you want to do is lie on your couch and make a bad decision or two.

You call Lawrence, exhausted but wanting to test out the couch in more ways than just sitting on the damn thing, at five o’clock on the dot. He answers on the second ring.

“How’d furniture shopping go?” He greets.

You bite your lip to fend off a smile. “Aurelie did it with me—sorry for not calling you, I figured you were working and the places I went to for the bigger things do delivery—and now I’m just sitting, lonely. Kind of want to order take out, honestly, but Aurelie has studying to do and I’m assuming you’re still at work.”

“Just left, actually,” Lawrence says. “I can come over if you’d like? We can talk for a bit and, assuming there are groceries in your fridge today unlike yesterday, I can make dinner. Takeaway is decent but food that takes effort is good, too.”

“I didn’t come close to spending a quarter of the rainy day fund,” you say. “I told myself I’d spend five thousand at most, and I spent close to five thousand, yeah, but still. The way I see it, I have sixty dollars to blow on take out and if you really must cook me dinner, you can do so Friday night. I like things more even and unless you’d prefer that I spent the $60 on weed, I’d really like to see you.”

Lawrence laughs. “I think I’ve realized what you aim to get from me,” he says. “I thought I’d be the one making those types of calls or coming into the condo with my spare key and groping you while you read whichever book you’re reading at that point in time.”

You laugh seductively. “That’ll come up in the next few weeks, I imagine,” you say. “However, right now I am exhausted, need something in my something and this couch is way too big for one person. Grabbed an L shaped one so that I could take a nap on it on a lazier Sunday afternoon but today was not lazy or a Sunday. Today was productive and if I don’t see you in the next thirty minutes, I will drive my ass back to where I vaguely remember your house being and knock on a door, one that I can only I hope is yours so that I can make the first $2000 you’ll give me on whichever day within the next week so worth your while that it hurts.”

“You’ll get it Saturday,” Lawrence says. “The first installment.”

“Get your ass to this condo or so help me God—”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” Lawrence laughs. “Mouthing me off is not recommended.”

“There can’t be too many punishments out there. I like it when pain gets involved. Being thrown and smacked around just gets me wet.”

“There are ways to torture you without being aggressive. Be a good puppy and wait for me, yeah?”

You roll your eyes. One sexual encounter a few days prior and he knows, already, that calling you his puppy is the quickest way to get you to submit.

“Yeah, Lawrence,” you say. “Of course.”

“Good,” he says. “You can wait fifteen minutes without touching yourself, can’t you?”

Without meaning to, you grind helplessly against the hem of your jeans.

“Mhm.”

“Good puppy.”

And then the call is done, and you’re going to your bedroom to swap your day clothes for something more comfortable—a black hoodie you’d owned since you started in the PhD program at 26 that you’d accidentally ordered around six sizes too big—and strip of everything else.

You head back into the living room, clad in nothing but a baggy hoodie. It leaves your clit, folds, and breasts open to the wintery cold updraft, which forces you to grab a throw blanket and toss it over your legs.

The ten minutes to proceed those events are spent reading a romance novel that you’d put on your coffee table for decoration, and when you hear the sound of Lawrences spare key entering the slot on the door, you grin.

He closes the door behind him lightly, grins when he meets your gaze, and you look him over.

He looks good in a way that makes you almost insatiable—navy blue button up shirt, black slacks, white doctors coat hanging loosely off his shoulders. His hair is handsomely unkempt, and he looks like the picture of laidback professionalism.

He takes the white coat off, drapes it over the top of your loveseat.

“You look cute,” he says. “Waited for me on the couch the entire time?”

You nod, standing up without thinking twice about it. “You said to wait. I did.”

He steps towards you, intentionally walking slowly. “Are you wearing anything beneath the hoodie, puppy?”

You shake your head. “I’m not. I always wear the hoodie like this—it’s comfortable for me,” it’s a lie, of course, but you just have to hope it’s not a very obvious one.

“Is it really?” He asks. When you bite your lip, he laughs.

“I don’t like liars,” he says. “If you decided to forgo anything beneath it because of me, you’re allowed to be honest. I find honesty preferable to lies, even if the way that you bite your lip and how fucking good you look makes me want to bend you over the arm of the couch and use you to my preference.”

You nod. “I wore it like this for conveniences sake,” you admit. “Was a bit warm, too, and needed to cool off, even though I regretted that almost instantly because it's the fucking winter. Figured you’d have an easier time touching me if I wore nothing underneath the sweater.”

Lawrence takes another step and is finally within arms reach.

“I’ll buy us dinner,” he says. “You can use the sixty for a nice lingerie set if you want, or maybe a few new books, but I have to get you back for thinking of how to dress in a manner that conveniences me.”

“You’re giving me four thousand dollars this month. I am not letting you buy dinner.”

“New rule, then,” he says. “Rule number four: in addition to the four thousand dollars monthly, I get to buy you dinner and gifts whenever I please.”

“You’re only doing that out of spite,” you say pointedly. “You said four thousand was the max amount you could give me while living within your means.”

“I said it was the amount I could give you, not the max amount,” Lawrence says. “Realistically I could afford close to five thousand, but I figured that spoiling you to some extent would come into play at one point or the next, so I rounded down.”

“Fine,” you nod. “I accept the rule. What’s your favorite color?”

“That’s a tie between dark blue, dark green, and maroon,” he says. “Why do you ask?”

You bite your bottom lip lightly. “While I am privy to owning a decent set to feel confident once in a while, I do want it to look so good that you can’t resist the urge to see what’s underneath. Your favorite color is the place to start in figuring that out, one would think.”

He puts one hand on your hip, a smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth. “I won’t be needed at work until nine tomorrow morning,” he says. “I’m going to make this worth it for us both, mm?”

You nod. All you want him to do is either start rubbing your clit while he kisses you, or for his fingers to be in your mouth again.

“Hows the oral fixation?”

“Still doing it’s thing,” you say, biting your lip again. “Why?”

“Be a good puppy for me and kneel, Y/N.”

You do as he says without having to think twice, becoming eye-level with his half hard cock and almost moaning as you look at it.

“What do you wanna do from where you are?” Your gaze goes to his.

Your tongue pokes out from between your lips, and suddenly thoughts of sucking him off cloud your mind entirely.

“Go on, puppy. Speak.”

“Wanna suck you off,” you whisper. “Wanna—oh my God. Lawrence please—”

“Do as you please, puppy,” he whispers. “I’m not gonna tell you no.”

You lean in, smelling him through his pants before you undo the zipper, button, and pull them and his boxers down, taking his half hard cock into your mouth within seconds.

“Good—holy fuck,” Lawrence moans. “Your mouth is amazing.”

You hum in response, tongue finding the underside of his length and setting a pace that clearly drives Lawrence a little insane. When a hand falls to your hair and he sets a pace of his own, you let him, just enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

He finishes in your mouth a few minutes later, and you swallow his cum without thinking. It makes him laugh even as he apologises for coming so suddenly, wiping what of it had dribbled to your chin after he’s helped you stand.

He presses his thumb against your bottom lip and you take it into your mouth, getting the cum off of it and grinning slightly when he thanks you for the deed.

He sits down on the long end of the couch, having pulled his boxers and his pants back up.

His gaze meets yours, and he smirks. “C’mere, puppy. Sit on my lap.”

You do as he tells you, sitting on his lap so that your thighs sit on either side of his. His hands find your hips pretty quickly, and all you want to do is kiss him, but you refrain.

“Did Aurelie offer to help, or did you ask?” Lawrence asks.

“I called,” you laugh a bit. “Defeating the hyper independence one phone call at time, I guess. Plus, she wasn’t working and told me to call her if I needed anything. My mind has been pretty fuzzy since last night, when I tried to think of everything I’d need to buy, and I called her to avoid having a breakdown. Without her helping me figure stuff out and then going with me to grab it I would’ve cried a lot more today, to say the least of it.”

“Good,” Lawrence says. “And you called me because you were alone, horny, and needing company?”

You nod. “I know our first—encounter—was the other day, but I just—”

Lawrence nods like he understands, and part of you believes that he does. “Can I kiss you, puppy?”

“Please, Lawrence.”

And then his lips are on yours, and he’s letting you press his back against the couch as your hands cup his face and sit at the bottom end of his neck, and it’s so, so easy to get lost in it.

Lawrences tongue darts out to your bottom lip while one of his hands moves from your hip to your clit, resulting in the sound of a hushed gasp befalling your lips. Lawrence uses it to his advantage, tongue finding its way into your mouth while he rubs excruciatingly slow circles around your clit.

“Lawrence,” you moan, desperately clenching around nothing in order to avoid grinding down onto him. “Oh, Lawrence. Please.”

“Not yet, puppy,” he whispers, pulling away from your lips just enough to talk. “You got a bit mouthy earlier, yeah?”

You bite your lip, nodding slightly.

“Well, I believe I made a point about there being ways to punish you that don’t involve pain?”

“Mm,” you hum. “You’re not going to be needed at work until nine tomorrow, which means—”

“Realistically, I don’t have a need to be home until around one, which means I have you until at least midnight, which is, what? Six and a half hours out?”

“Lawrence—” you whimper. “Please, sir. Please don’t make me wait that long.”

“Aw, you think using an honorific is gonna make me take mercy? Puppy, I love it when you address me as such, but you did this to yourself, yeah? You can’t tell me what to do, sweetness. I’m the one who does the ordering. Be a good puppy for the next thirty minutes and I promise, the punishment stops and the reward begins, okay?”

You clench around air again, nod and let him go back to kissing you.

He kisses you until your head is spinning, and when he pulls away, you find that it’s only been a few minutes. Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath, both of his hands returning to your hips.

“Take my cock out of my boxers for me, yeah?”

“Had you kept the pants and boxers off, it would’ve been easier,” you sass before you can stop yourself.

Lawrences response is a nod, a kiss to the side of your head. “Do as I say, puppy,” he says. “Good puppies get treats, and if you don’t do as I say, you’ll just be punished until midnight, and when I leave, you’ll have gotten a free dinner but sexually? You’ll be dissatisfied for at least another few days.”

“Sorry, Lawrence.” You lift yourself off him and pull his pants and boxers down, waiting for him to do the last of the work before you sit on his lap again, hovering just over his length.

“It’s okay, puppy,” he whispers, kissing your cheekbone. “You’re allowed to stop hovering.”

“If I don’t, then you’ll—I’ll—do you want us to use condoms?”

“I got a vasectomy in October, and Plan B pills are a thing,” he says. “You said you were clear for STIs, so I’m not worried. Go on, Y/N, but only if you’re comfortable.”

You slide yourself onto him, letting yourself be split open by his length, watching the way that he reacts to it.

The way that Lawrence reacts has to be one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen—he rests his arms on the back of the couch, and as soon as you’ve taken the tip, his head tilts back.

When you’re close to bottoming out, a long, depraved, drawn out “fuck,” falls from his gorgeous lips.

When you do bottom out, you let yourself moan, let your head fall onto Lawrences shoulder.

“Gotta stay still, puppy,” Lawrence says. “No moving, yeah?”

You whimper, biting down onto Lawrences shoulder in order to keep yourself from doing so.

“I know, Y/N. Twenty minutes until six, mm?” He laughs, one hand slipping beneath the sweater you wear. “You can’t react, either. No clenching, no moving, nothing. Biting, moaning, and whimpering are allowed, though. You’re cute when you get needy, so it seems.”

His hand finds your lower stomach and he presses down, and you have to fight every single reactive urge to do as you’ve been told. Instead, you moan lewdly, the pressure of your bite against his clothed shoulder increasing.

“Good puppy,” he praises, his voice a whisper. “Oh, you really are a good listener. You like how this feels?”

“Lawrence,” you moan desperately. “’M sorry about the bite—I’m scared I might’ve bruised.”

You kiss the area of his shoulder you’d bitten while he laughs.

“You’re just doing as I told you, yeah? The pain wasn’t bad compared to the other stuff I’ve been through.”

At that, you remember his foot, or lack thereof, and just how long he's probably been wearing his prosthesis, which just has to hurt by that point. But no, of course you'd completely forgotten about potential discomfort when horny and wanting, though it was something you had taken account for when you'd talked in not-sexually-driven situations.

“Shit!” You curse. “I’m so sorry—I just—”

“I try not to make a huge deal of it,” he says. “It’s really no concern.”

When he finds that you still look a little unsure, he laughs and presses a kiss to your lips. “It’s all right, puppy. I promise, I'm fine. Nothing hurts, aches, or itches as far as my footless leg is concerned, yeah? Just relax for me, mm?”

You nod, still feeling guilty. Lawrence presses a kiss to your forehead and the next twenty minutes are spent with him letting you thrust once or twice every few minutes, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit.

When six hits, Lawrence beams. “You’re allowed to move,” he says. “But don’t come yet, yeah? Wanna spread you out on this couch.”

You do as he says, setting a pace that’s just quick enough to make you teeter along the edge within minutes but not enough to come. When Lawrence has had enough, he tells you as much, telling you to get off of him and lie on your back.

You do as he tells you, watching him take off his shirt and tie like it’s a strip show. When finally his lips are on you again, he’s kissing your thighs and making his way to where you need him most.

Once there, he presses a kiss against your clit, then runs his tongue gently through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he laughs. “You really do get turned on easily, mm?”

Your response comes as a half-laugh, half whimper, and it just eggs Lawrence on. His tongue attaches itself to your clit and you clench around pretty much nothing, one hand finding your nipple beneath the sweater while the other grips the back of the couch like it’s a lifeline.

“Lawrence,” you moan as his lips and tongue move down to your hole. You pinch your nipple between your fingers and Lawence laughs at how desperate you sound for him.

His nose presses against your clit and you grind against him, moaning lewdly. “You're using your fucking nose—ohmygod,” you moan, having a split second wherein you don’t care about how loud you’re being. “Oh, fuck, Lawrence—”

Although he’d only gotten divorced four, maybe five months beforehand, it’s clear that he knows what he’s doing—whether it’s muscle memory from the early days of his marriage or something he’d picked up in the time since his divorce, you’re glad for it.

“Lawrence—ohmyfuckinggod—” you grind against his face and he laughs, nodding slightly.

“Use me, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Use my mouth, yeah? Don’t worry about anything, just focus on yourself.”

You do as he says, letting yourself set a pace while Lawrrences hands move up to your stomach.

“Fuck, Lawrence,” you moan, inches away from releasing over his face. “Lawrence—I—”

“Go ahead,” he presses his tongue flat against your clit as you grind against him and that’s basically the final straw—when he buries his face in your cunt again, you cum over his face with your thighs pressing against the sides of it, holding him in place slightly.

He stays with you through the aftershocks and comes up to kiss you once all is said and done, and once again—depraved but so fucking hot because you can taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is intense but also everything you need to relax, and when Lawrence pulls away, you tell him there are wash cloths in the bathroom and that he’s welcome to take a shower if he sees fit, but you’re exhausted and sprawled out over the couch is the way you aim to stay.

He leaves your side and is back twenty minutes later with a damp washcloth, which he runs over your exposed cunt and then himself. He helps you get to standing and leads you to the primary suite, grabbing you a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweater after locating them easily in your wardrobe. You wobble back to the living room while Lawrence gets dressed again, plopping into the rocking chair you’ve placed in the corner of the room.

Lawrence checks the couch for stains and both of you are surprised to find that there are none, though Lawrence cleans the area anyway before he calls and orders delivery to your apartment.

“I know we said no staying post-coitus,” you murmur. “But—you have until midnight, yeah? Stay for a while.”

Lawrence nods. “I’ll at least stay for a while after dinner,” he says. You stand, sit in the love seat. Lawrence sits down next to you, wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I do want to get to know you more—I feel like we don’t know each other as well as we should.”

You smirk. “I’m entitled to my secrets, and you are to yours.”

“Yes, that is a fair point, but part of me wants to know everything about you that’s not a secret, Y/N.”

“Don’t forget one of the first rules we made—you’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

“I wouldn’t hate loving you in the platonic sense of the word,” Lawrence says. “That’s what I aim to do.”

You hum, press a kiss to his shoulder. “’Mkay,” you nod. “Loving me platonically is allowed, says the judge of whatever the fuck this is going to turn into.”

Lawrence laughs.

For a split second, you feel the urge to freeze the moment in time, to treasure the simple domesticity of it.

You want to stay in that pocket of time forever, Lawrences arm wrapped around your shoulders, your cheek pressed just above his chest, so blissful that nothing else in the world matters to you or him, so well hidden away from the rest of the world that nothing can find you or be bothered with looking.

You brush it off quickly—the first rule of the agreement had been that you weren’t allowed to fall in love with each other. You were not going to start falling for a man you could not have, one that would not want you in turn.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw (2004)#saw posting #sawposting

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pensbridgerton · 19 days

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Give me Everything by Pittbull was released 13 years ago, the carriage scene happens in chapter 13.

I think the person who made that song choice is a genius.

#also love the youtube comments “here because of bridgerton”#bridgerton #colin x penelope #polin #bridgerton spoilers #aurelie talks

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artofcodaleia · 1 year

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Yesterday @claireonacloud and Aurelie from youtube channel Lucasfilles talked about Ben in a Chandrilan outfit...

Hence this quick sketch :)

#Ben Solo #Reylo #Reylo art #Chandrila #star wars #fanart #Chandrilan Ben Solo #Lucasfilles #kylo ren #sketch

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pansysbbg777 · 6 months

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hp-dr!people

william evans-mcdonald house: hufflepuff age: seventeen face claim: dylan minnette sexuality/gender: trans man, straight description: william is shy, sensitive, and reserved but once you become his friend, you realize how talkative he can actually be. he loves charms class and healing and one day, he wants to work for saint mungo's and become a healer.

erin evans-mcdonald house: ravenclaw age: seventeen face claim: quintessa swindel (as maxine hunkel) sexuality/gender: cis woman, bisexual description: erin is eccentric and loud, which is why she is such good friends with luna. she is very intelligent and productive, as well as strong-minded and argumentative. she constantly gets into intelligent debate with others and protests a lot for the causes she believes in. she wants to work in the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures and as well as become a magizoologist and author.

corey meadowes (adopted) house: ravenclaw age: seventeen face claim: jack wolfe, as wylan van eck sexuality/gender: non-binary (he/they), aroace description: corey is very alternative and a functioning mute (he performs wordless magic). they have an anxiety disorder and finds it very hard to interact with others. however, them and their brother are super close, and they are also good friends with william and luna. their favorite class is potions.

lucas meadowes (adopted) house: hufflepuff age: seventeen face claim: mason gooding, as chad meeks-martin sexuality/gender: cis man, straight description: lucas is the class popular guy. he loves (and is great at) quidditch and partying. however! he is actually a really sweet guy and was taught to be VERY respectful towards women. he secretly wants to fall in love. he also really loves baking 🤷‍♀️ he loves wearing clothes that are construed as "feminine"

alexandra "alex" alphard black (adopted) house: slytherin age: seventeen face claim: havana rose liu sexuality/gender: cis woman, lesbian description: one the outside, alex is gruff and intimidating. to others, she seems like a bully, but really, if you are her friend, you find out she is actually hilarious, sarcastic, and fun to be around. yes, she is daring and adventurous, but she is very ambitious and cunning. she wants to become a curse-breaker for gringotts when she grows older.

aurelie beaufort (muggleborn) house: hufflepuff age: 17 face claim: reneé rapp sexuality/gender: cis woman, bisexual description: aurelie is the class popular girl - she is beautiful, kind, strong, and unapologetic. boys and girls are always throwing themselves her way. she loves (and is very talented at) quidditch but she's not exactly sure what she plans on becoming as an adult. she will become best friends with ginny.

theodore nott

travey davis

mattheo riddle

my year

gryffindors: harry potter, ron weasley, neville longbottom, seamus finnagin, dean thomas, hermione granger, parvati patil, lavender brown, ginny weasley

hufflepuffs: ernie macmillian, justin finch-fletchy, lucas meadowes, hannah abott, susan bones, sally-anne perkins, aurelie beaufort

ravenclaws: michael corner, terry boot, anthony goldstein, corey meadowes, me, luna lovegood, erin evans-mcdonald

slytherins: draco malfoy, vincent crabbe, gregory goyle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, pansy parkinson, daphne greengrass, tracey davis, alex black

#♡ [ glizzy shiftposts ]#harry potter shifting #hogwarts shifting #reality shift #reality shifting #shifters #shifting #hp shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr

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ladycerise · 7 months

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Dario “the best” Arthaban.

Vengo a chillar tras lo que he leído de la respuesta de Dario (@entropiasgift) en la “cena” de los Bianchi-Arthaban. Primero, me encanta analizar las situaciones y personajes. Tengo TANTO para decir que me puede el hype. Esta situación (incómoda, horrorosa, inesperada) podemos concordar que va a lograr mucho desarrollo para las dos familias. Probablemente, más aliados o quien sabe (porque con ese secreto revelado de Giacomo verá que los Arthaban son más leales que Lorenzo, sus hermanos y los Bianchi que faltaron, menos sus padres claro. En sí nadie admira a Giacomo por ser quien es), mientras Lorenzo ha dejado una estela de tensión entre los propios hermanos (Cecilia y Dario), incluso para más drama, tensión entre Giacomo y Lorenzo. Cuando pensé en añadirlo a la cena, pensé en si lanzar todo o por el contrario, ser sutil. Pero mi objetivo era sobre la sangre que, si bien no se iba a derramar (porque para qué si es más intenso cuando se lleva todo a lo psicológico y no a lo físico), si que envenenaba a los presentes. Y oigan, me funcionó, resultó de algún modo. O eso creo. Ya me dirán.

Volviendo ahora al post. WELL, chillé en cada párrafo y aunque me gustaría pegar todo, creo que pondré al menos lo más destacable.

Sí, hay un desmayado en la sala. La mejor decisión. La más sabia. Qué decir. 😃🫂

ESTA PARTE FUE—, no tengo las mejores palabras pero la imagen fue inmediata ya que, si bien Lorenzo podría haber protegido a Cecilia de ese inminente destino, escoger otras palabras incluso, decidió mandarla al muere sin esfuerzo porque de ella no dijo nada. Excepto eso que Dario lo notó. Aunque aquí lo que Lorenzo buscaba era solo afirmar la alianza entre las familias pero más aún, dar a entender que los Bianchi no tienen miedo a exponer sus verdades mientras que los Arthaban no (pero lo que logró igual me tiene satisfecha, no crean).

EL SENTIMIENTO DE TRAICIÓN. QUEMA, ARDE. ME ENCANTA. AAAAAAAH.

TODOS QUIEREN SANGRE 🩸. ¿PERO LA PARTE DEL FUEGO? ¿HOLA? Es la mejor metáfora para el momento. Y si hay algo que dijo Cecilia y tuvo razón, es que Giacomo habría quemado todo de tener magia. AUNQUE SEGURO QUE LO HACE AURELIE.

Me gusta dos cosas: 1) que Darío proteja los hijos de Giacomo, sabiendo cuánto les quiere pese a su arrebato y locura encendida, porque si, él luego se va a arrepentir. ¿Mejor cuñado? Absolutamente. 2) Que no busque calmarlo ni un poquito aún si se lleva por delante todo. Y destaqué “sus cosas”, porque Giacomo es tan materialista, que justamente, el destruir sus cosas es algo que no sería común en él. Comida lujosa, copas e incluso el vino de los Arthaban... Vamos, no es algo que haría en sus cabales y ESO, eso lo entendió Darío como si ya viera su alma porque evidentemente, Giacomo hizo luto por UN JARRÓN. IMAGÍNATE LA COMIDA. Joder.

Y nunca tan bien dicho lo de la trampa. Qué bueno fue meter a Lorenzo para desviar toda la atención y así salvar a la pobre Eider(?)

Icónico. Solo eso. I C O N I C O. El poderoso descaro de tomarle la mano a Eider con toda la contra, ¡me muero! Pero los padres de Giacomo tendrán serias preguntas al respecto porque es obvio que no entenderán que tiene que ver Eider. Imaginen que están como ????, «¿Acaso nos perdimos algo y Lorenzo tiene razón en que nos mienten?» In fact, no defiendo a nadie porque como escritora amo ser neutral, pero sé y amo que todos aquí hayan puesto su dosis de caos. Y es gracioso, porque si quería que Giacomo fuera un poquito odiado (?) Pero que Dario se haya tomado bien el “vayanse a la mierda”, hará que Giacomo quiera tener un the talk™ cuando se calme. Seguro le llora un poco (no llorar, diría que berrear entre muchas cosas).

#kkoth #rol #kaelkoth #oc: dario arthaban #oc: giacomo bianchi #oc: cecilia bianchi #keeping it up with the bianchis #oc: aurelie arthaban #oc: eider krowstone #Lenguaje de las flores #Impresiones #no dejo de chillar #Ya quiero leer a Aurelie y Eider #Porfas

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chaiiitime · 1 year

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Will you be my wingman?

Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. I’m aware that they both have different partners irl.

December 2020

“Bonjour”

Aurelie looked up to see that Daniel had somehow gotten hold of a microphone and as usual had taken it upon himself to entertain the whole of Renault’s hospitality suite.

“Oh it works -“ Daniel burst out laughing, the microphone amplifying the sound of his laughter. Aurelie and the rest of her colleagues winced at the noise, but it was impossible to not be thoroughly entertained by him. He was too charming, too charismatic for anyone to be annoyed by his antics. Everyone watched in amusement as he attempted to speak French, which for Daniel, mainly consisted of saying ‘enchanté’ mixed with the odd French word he knew.

“Alright then, bon appetit!” Daniel took a little bow amid a few of the whoops before joining Michael and Blake at one of the tables. There was the usual sense of levity that came with it being the last race of the season. Earlier in the day, they’d had the team photos taken, with everyone wearing the special masks with Daniel’s signature smile on it. Afterwards, he had patiently taken selfies with everyone who had walked up to him, his smile under the mask never wavering.

Aurelie knew everyone was sad to see Daniel go, because how could anyone not be sad when they were losing a driver of Daniel’s calibre? When he had announced at the beginning of the year, even before they had turned wheel, that he was leaving for McLaren for the next season, the break-up had been messy. Cyril had not held back, acting like a jilted lover in the press. Daniel had kept a dignified silence in the face of it all and in spite of, or maybe because of Cyril’s recriminations, he had been determined to show the team that even if he was leaving, he was still a hundred percent committed. Everyone and maybe Daniel more than anyone else, had been surprised at the improvements they’d made from the year before. Maybe this was why everyone was disappointed to see Daniel go. He had been the one to galvanise the whole team behind him, pushing them forward through the lows of the season. He had been the driving force behind this momentum that they’d been building over the last year and a half. Aurelie guessed everyone felt sad and frustrated in equal measure that he was leaving before this momentum had coalesced into something bigger and brighter, before he himself got to benefit from the hard work he had put in.

As for Aurelie herself, she’d never had as much fun as she’d had over the two years she’d worked with Daniel. He had kept her on her toes because she never knew what he was going to say next in an interview. He’d ribbed her during their Facebook lives, had gotten her into UFC and had taught her where the best barbecue and live music was in Austin. Sometimes, late at night, Aurelie had to convince herself to not read anything more into Daniel’s friendly teasing - he did it with everyone else, even if it felt like he went out of his way to make her blush.

Maybe the one thing she was most glad for was that she had gotten to know the man behind the smiles, something that very few people got to see. She’d learnt that he hated the cold and would complain all throughout a cold weekend. She’d learnt that he was a diva when it came to the temperature at which his driver’s room was to be kept at or how he would only have an oat milk latte with his breakfast.

And then the helmet would go on and it would be like watching a completely different person. She loved standing at the back of the garage and watch him talk to his engineers between runs, curls matted down with sweat, balaclava lines cutting across his cheekbones, the furrows between his brows deepening as he concentrated on the data. She loved how he would talk with his hands, his movements becoming more deliberate as he tried to make some point or the other.

Sometimes she’d also witnessed the little cracks in the armour. She distinctly remembered the first time she’d seen him lash out. It had been after one particularly underwhelming race last year. He’d gotten out of the car and had not even stopped to listen to whatever Michael had been telling him. She had been standing in the doorway to his driver’s room when he had hurled his helmet towards the wall, chipping the plaster. She’d been shocked at this display of pure rage, but then, she’d come to almost relish those sparse outbursts of anger that so very few people were allowed to see. Because it proved that under the polished surface, there was a man who was as deeply flawed as anybody else. Those little cracks showed the raw bleeding pulsing core of him, that darker side of him that he kept carefully hidden but one that he fed constantly with his need to prove people wrong. The badger before he went and dipped it in honey.

Aurelie was not even ashamed to admit to herself that somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with Daniel. She liked to fool herself into thinking that it was simply a crush on a colleague but she knew deep down, that it was something a bit more for her. And she was completely okay with knowing that this feeling might always be one-sided. Daniel was the sun and she was simply one of the many people orbiting around him, trying to soak up his warmth.

★★★

Daniel felt like there was a thousand ants crawling under his skin. He’d been feeling like he was standing at this precipice of uncertainty since he had gotten out of the car after the race. Maybe it was just because this season had been so peculiar - living in this privileged bubble, going from racetrack to racetrack, so completely detached to the realities of what was actually happening in the real world. Maybe it was the prospect of him not seeing his family for Christmas for the first time since he had left home at 17. He couldn’t help feeling like there was something amiss. It was this restlessness that had brought him in front of this room two floors down from his.

Aurelie. Her name whispered along his skin and settled deep in his heart. Daniel didn’t know when and how she’d become so essential to him. She was the first person he sought out on a race weekend. The first person he sometimes thought about in the morning. They’d had some pretty fun moments together. He’d always said stupid things during interviews, but with her, he’d enjoyed being even more ridiculous than usual, saying his little quips into her tiny recorder as she held it so close to his face during interviews, warm in the knowledge that she’d laugh again when she would listen back to the recording - like a teenage boy trying to impress his crush.

These past two years, she’d somehow become his escape from his disappointments, from the doubts that would creep in whenever he thought he’d made a mistake leaving Red Bull. Daniel had used her warmth, her quiet strength to paper over the empty spaces in his soul. Her camaraderie, her support, her smiles and soft little touches -he’d indulged in it all without giving her anything in return. Every time he’d thought of confessing his feelings for her, of taking that step towards a relationship, he’d always chickened out. He knew he had commitment issues. He didn’t need a therapist to tell him that. It was just that he was convinced that he wouldn’t be able to give his hundred percent to his racing if he ever was in a committed relationship. He knew it was a baseless fear but it was one that was so ingrained in him that he couldn’t let it go.

Daniel felt a bit ridiculous standing there in front of her door. It wasn’t that he was afraid of being rejected. Sometimes when he would catch Aurelie’s eyes, even when they were surrounded by a million other people, he would feel that nebulous unspoken thing shimmering between them. If he took this step, he knew there would be no going back.

He softly rapped on the door, almost certain she would not open because it was one in the morning, after all. After a few moments, he heard the soft click of the lock and then she was standing in front of him. Daniel’s mouth dried up at the sight of her. The light in the bathroom was on, spilling into the hallway and backlighting her. She was wearing an old t-shirt, made thin and almost transparent by the numerous times it had apparently been washed. Even in the dim light, Daniel could tell she was not wearing a bra. The t-shirt clung enticingly to her unbound breasts, dipping to the rounded curves of her hips. The sleep shorts she wore exposed the dimple in her thighs and the smooth expanse of her legs.

Daniel was in deep, deep trouble.

“Daniel, is everything ok?” Aurelie sleepily blinked up at him.

“I’m sorry. I knew you probably were already in bed,” he smiled sheepishly “but I wanted to say bye before you left. Can I come inside?”

She stepped aside to let him through. Of course, her room was much smaller than his and in better order than his currently was. Aurelie gestured towards the only chair in the room, obviously expecting him to sit there. Daniel hesitated before finally sitting down next to her on the bed, their knees knocking together in the process.

“I actually have something for you. To thank you for everything you’ve done these past 2 years.” Daniel handed her the gift bag he had been holding.

“Oh …” Aurelie hoped Daniel didn’t notice the slight tremor in her hand as she took the bag from him. She refrained from saying the usual you shouldn’t have because she would be lying if she said she was anything but giddy right now. Her breath whooshed out as she pulled out the slim box and flicked it open. She’d been expecting a generic farewell gift and not the beautiful bracelet resting on the velvet inside.

Iridescent moonstone gems blinked up at her, each cabochon nestled in a silver frame so delicately crafted. She reverently touched one of the gemstones. It was undoubtedly the most beautiful piece of jewellery she’d ever been gifted. “Daniel, this is so beautiful.”

He watched her with hooded eyes. He had bought the bracelet in Istanbul when they’d been there last month for the Grand Prix. He’d been walking in the almost deserted streets of the city when he’d seen the bracelet in the window of a shop. He didn’t know what the gemstones were called but its light blue colour, almost shimmery, had reminded him of Aurelie’s eyes. He’d bought it, even if at the time he hadn’t been sure he’d ever get to give it to her. He plucked the bracelet from the box and before he could really think about it, reached out for her hand, clasping the bracelet around her wrist.

He didn’t let go of her hand. They both stayed suspended in the moment, looking at their joint hands. There was something captivating about the contrast between their hands, his tanned one with the rose tattoo in sharp relief against her paler, much smaller one. Aurelie’s breath hitched as his long fingers grazed her fluttering pulse over and over, the movement almost hypnotic.

Daniel looked up at her. The unspoken words hung between them. Deep down, they both had known they’d one day reach this moment, and after denying it to themselves for so long, everything just felt right in that moment. Without even asking her, he knew what her answer would be.

And then he was there. Lips brushing softly against each other at first, then more insistently. The wet glide of his tongue against the seam of her mouth as he sought her permission to press into her mouth. Aurelie moaned in response, her hands gliding up into his curls to bring him closer. Daniel’s tongue dipped into her mouth, then withdrew again and again. He made love to her mouth as he had fantasised on so many early mornings when he was alone in bed. She tasted like wild honey, the taste so intoxicating and addictive Daniel felt like he could drink from her mouth for a whole lifetime and still never get enough.

They broke apart, breaths ragged. Aurelie dragged her hand down his cheek, enjoying the rough scrape of his stubble against her palm. She shivered thinking how delicious his stubble would feel on softer, more intimate parts of her body. Placing her hands around his neck, she boosted herself further onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. Daniel’s hands flexed on her hips as he pulled her snugly against him, her breasts tight against his hard chest and his bulge notching perfectly against the softest centre of her body. He tilted his head back and watched in amusement as she looked her fill. She traced her fingers almost reverently on the bump of his nose before continuing down to his mouth, the pad of her thumb pressing into his fuller bottom lip. Daniel playfully nipped at the fleshy pad of her thumb, before his tongue flicked out to soothe the sting.

Aurelie looked down at him. He was smiling, his dimples lending him such a boyish charm. She felt light, her head spinning at the speed they’ve moved from being simply colleagues to them being here in each other’s arms. Sure, she’d known he had a soft spot for her, but she hadn’t expected he could possibly feel like she did. She was so happy she tipped her head back and laughed.

Daniel looked at her strangely, his lips twitching, “what’s the matter? Why are you laughing? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” He asked jokingly.

She shook her head at him, “I can’t believe we’ve gone from never saying anything to each other to us kissing like that. Only you, Daniel Ricciardo, would get away with that without taking a girl to dinner first.”

“Well, see . .” Aurelie just knew he was going to say something really Daniel Ricciardo-esque “I’m a traditional man. I‘ve been waiting for you to ask me out to dinner and,” he gave her a cheeky smile, his hands slipping under her shirt to softly graze the undersides of her boobs. “I definitely would have let you get to second base on the first date itself.”

Aurelie playfully punched him on the arm, “For your information, I have considered telling you how I felt a few times over the season.”

“Then why did you not say anything?” Daniel asked.

Aurelie tipped her head down, hoping her hair hid the blush on her face. “Because I was afraid you’d say something like it’ll pass, like the hot priest said to Fleabag. And that would have hurt so much more than anything.”

Daniel looked at her quizzically “who the hell is the hot priest and why was he mean to this fleabag person?” Aurelie mumbled never mind as she hid her face in the nook of his neck. She could feel his smile against her skin as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek.

He tipped her face up to look at him. His face was serious now, the small smile on his face bringing out the laugh lines around his eyes.

“Aurelie Donzelot, I don’t know how or when but you’ve stolen my heart. You mean so much to me. I’m not really good at this relationship thing and I don’t know how things will be like with us working for different teams but I want to make this work with you. Will you take a chance on me?”

She looked down at him, at the curls spilling over his forehead. This close up, she realised his eyes had a bit of hazel in it. This man could so easily break her heart, but what was the point of living if she was not ready to risk it?

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips. “Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I’ll take a chance on you if you’ll take one on me.”

Aurelie couldn’t help the delighted laugh as Daniel tumbled them back. He rolled them over, positioning himself on top of her. He looked down at her, at her golden hair fanned out around her, at her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips. He bent down, kissing her. They had a lot of catching up to do.

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