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astonmartinii · 9 months

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tight knit | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

spa 2021, where a knitting hobby comes in handy

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yourusername: hello spa !! one of my fave tracks and i'm so excited for this weekend AND for those who asked, here's my current project, it's a sweater :)))))))

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user1: oh to receive pics of charles like that

user2: i love how she's like here's my fine ass bf but more importantly here's my update on my knitting

danielricciardo: is the man on the second slide single?

yourusername: HE'S MINE BACK OFF (p.s. i love you dan, but don't joke about that shit i have approximately 200 teenagers in my dms threatening violence everyday over him)

charles_leclerc: cherie, i didn't know that :(

yourusername: i'd fight all of them and more for your hand

charles_leclerc: my knight in shining armour

danielricciardo: okay i was trying to make a joke, it was not an invitation to prove how in love you guys are we get it

user3: i too wish i had a bf rich enough that i could travel and knit full time

pierregasly: have a day off for once

yourusername: keep on like that and you'll never get that panda

pierregasly: but you promised !!!!!

yourusername: be nice then

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: calm before the storm at spa

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user4: now where does y/n get all of these cut head accessories?

yourusername: vinted babes

user5: we love a thrifty queen

user6: storm meaning driving the ferrari shit box

yourusername: wow you look great, banishing me to the row behind you just to take this photo was defo worth it

charles_leclerc: you were there for two mins max then you sat with me stop these false narratives

yourusername: lies it was five minutes cause you didn't like the angle

charles_leclerc: i want to look handsome is that too much to ask

yourusername: you're always pretty baby

user7: can they stop like i am so lonely i can't see this

carlossainz55: let it be known that the only way charles can beat me in chess is with y/n's help

yourusername: nooooooo i never helped i was knitting

charles_leclerc: i wasn't cheating !! y/n was just being nice to me

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f1: well, that's one way to spend qualifying's red flag. y/n y/ln spent her time in the ferrari garage working on her knitwear.

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user10: she said in her spa post it's a jumper i hope it's for charles

yourusername: it is, lord knows that boy needs all the help he can get in the wardrobe department

charles_leclerc: rude !!!! you never say anything

yourusername: you're always so proud i can't tell you it's bad

charles_leclerc: life ruined

yourusername: but you're so pretty no one cares about your criminal trouser collection

charles_leclerc: back handed compliment, but a compliment nonetheless

user11: she's so unbothered i love her

alexalbon: okay but when is my jumper coming @yourusername i ordered it last month

yourusername: it's coming i swear !!!

alexalbon: you let charles skip the line again didn't you

yourusername: maybe ...

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yourusername: hoping for a drier sunday, drowned rat is definitely not my aesthetic

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user12: the first picture i am going to rip my skin off

charles_leclerc: is this the appropriate time to say save a horse ride a cowboy?

pierregasly: this is why ferrari is a red flag

yourusername: howdy

pierregasly: you people are gross

charles_leclerc: you talk about ur dick at any give opportunity

yourusername: and no one actually calls you tripod

user13: damn.... couples that drag together stay together

pierregasly: ok. i will refrain from talking about your sex life publicly.

user14: i love that y/n posts about knitting just as much as she posts about charles.

yourusername: charles is the side chick

charles_leclerc: it's true i've been told to roll over in bed to make more room for the yarn

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f1wagsupdates: appreciation post for my favourite wag !!

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user17: i want to be her when i grow up

user18: i need her hair care routine asap

user19: can we stop putting these women on a pedestal for like no good reason?

user20: usually i'd agree but y/n has nothing but kind and a good role model, so if you idolise one wag it might as well be her

user21: her style is so underrated

user22: i need the jacket in the third slide

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scuderiaferrari: there's two types of people during a red flag at spa

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user23: they're so precious to me

charles_leclerc: i wish i could relax that much in the ferrari garage

yourusername: i am not relaxed, i am actually the most stressed, i just hide it well

charles_leclerc: maybe we'll confiscate the needles for the actual races

yourusername: probably the only wise strategy in that garage

user24: i love how y/n keeps going for ferrari's neck and charles just can't reply

carlossainz55: it's so cold can i get my christmas jumper order early @yourusername ?

yourusername: that's a big queue to skip chilli i'm not sure i can comply with that

carlossainz55: if i changed my name to charles would this change?

yourusername: maybe 🤔

user25: the sky camera is obsessed with her and i am exactly the same thank you for the content

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yourusername: it's a bit cold in spa so charlie's new jumper (just finished) is coming in handy straight away

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user26: LORD PLEASE I HAVE SEEN WHAT YOU HAVE DONE FOR OTHERS

user27: okay this is cute and all, but DAMN that jumper is so fucking cute y/n is so talented

charles_leclerc: i think the phrase is: came in clutch

yourusername: you're welcome baby

charles_leclerc: i retract my previous statement about confiscating the knitting needles and i will give up more space in bed for the yarn if this is what i get

yourusername: not us having a polyamorous relationship with KNITTING

user28: so like i need y/n to open up a shop

alexalbon: i hope mine comes next

yourusername: i'm on it already albono

lilymunhe: on his jumper or the one for me that he asked for

yourusername: yours obvs

alexalbon: mugged off again

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charles_leclerc: words cannot describe how much i love you (and your knitting). as george would say i am snug as a bug in a rug and it's all thanks to you

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user29: SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG CHARLES WHO ARE YOU

yourusername: can they start the race so we can go be snug as a bug in a rug back at the hotel?

charles_leclerc: omw to the fia hq rn

yourusername: thanks baby

georgerussell63: i thought this was my job but thanks charles i guess

charles_leclerc: man of the people and the cuddles

user30: lord i am so lonely

danielricciardo: y/n x enchante collab when?

yourusername: coming to mclaren rn

charles_leclerc: so my cuddles mean nothing?

yourusername: have you seen this man's pricing we'll be rich baby

charles_leclerc: we are rich baby

note: pls enjoy, requests may take a while cause your girl managed to break her finger lol

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc instagram edit #charles leclerc instagram au

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girlgrouptrash101 · 5 months

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Karina (Aespa) as Your Girlfriend

Requests:

"aespa’s karina as your gf please?"

"Can you do Karina from aespa as a girlfriend please?"

"I would like to request Aespa Karina as your girlfriend 😍"

"hi!! i hope your having a great day and i hope your doing well, can i request aespa’s karina as your gf? thank you~"

"Hello! Can I please request Aespa’s Karina as your girlfriend? Thank you!"

A/N: cannot believe it has been over 2 years since I've written anything lol. so here's a lil something to try get the creative juices flowing again wOO 🤭

- C

when 99% of the relationship is you just staring at karina and wondering how someone can be that beautiful. as you SHOULD

idk why but i feel like karina is the perfect person for the trope where she would make a habit of going to the same coffee shop every day even though she hates coffee,, just because you were the cute barista that worked there

despite her cool and composed aura, she unfortunately had no idea how to talk to you outside of ordering a drink; her brain would just fizzle out whenever she tried to strike up further conversation 🥲

so you had to be the one to take the first step, which took a hot minute because perhaps. miss yoo jimin had a sliiiiiightly threatening aura at first (you quickly learned she was really just a cutie patootie behind that stoic face she tended to wear. teehee)

after gaining enough courage, you ended up asking her out for coffee because you thought hm,, she comes here every day for coffee she must love it!

safe to say it was a little surprising when she responded with a very embarrassed "...i don't even like coffee"

with the tips of her ears flushing red as she had to explain her reasoning behind coming in every day

you decided instead to take her to the carnival that came to town every summer

[insert cliche top of the ferris wheel kiss here]

and every summer since then you've always gone to the carnival together, the two of you running around to go on all the rides like little kids, never getting tired of it even though you do the same thing every time it comes

she's the kind of girl to be super head over heels for you but never admit it until those times where you lay side by side in bed at night, your eyes doing your best to see each other's silhouettes in the dark

her hand coming up to rest on your cheek, thumb gently caressing your face as she reminds you of how much you mean to her

but don't bring it up the morning after unless you wanna get hit with the "idek what you're talking about i would never be so sappy 🤨"

fit checks!!!

refuses to leave the house in said fit unless you send a paragraph in all caps hyping her tf up (it's just what she deserves!)

queen of soft launching your relationship on social media 🥹

like IG stories of flowers you gave her, or your hands intertwined, but nothing too much more than that

because it's her relationship and she doesn't need the world to know about every little thing you two get up to,, that's for her to know and her only

well......... her and the aespa girlies who can't help but smile every time their leader comes home and launches herself face first into her pillow, gushing over how much she likes you and how nice your date was

(which she will NEVER admit happens. she's no softie, okay? okay. yes she is hehehehe)

ningning stealing karina's phone at the dorm and blowing your phone up with memes n sending off guard pics of Karina lol <3

Loves going for walks in the park nearby, no matter the weather or time, especially if there's something on her mind and she just wants to get some fresh air and chat it out with you

lives in your hoodies whether you like it or not, you have no choice cuz girlie just treats your wardrobe as hers

never brings PJs when she's staying at yours as an excuse for you to lend her even more clothes

brings a film camera everywhere,, her favourite thing is when the film fills up and she gets the pictures developed so she can bring them back to you and you can look back over the memories shared together

scrapbooking together !!! will even spend hours in the stationary shop looking for the perfect pen/washi tape to use for it hehe.

Can't stand it but also loves it when you compliment her as often as you do

(but it hurts ur heart a little when you feel she doesn't believe what you say is true, you wish she could feel the same love she has for you for herself too :[ )

so you pledge to always be there to lift her up and be her #1 fan!! in both day to day life and as a My of course

which meanssss first row seats to all the aespa concerts, practice nights, just generally supporting her through thick and thin, and she will no doubt do the same for you!

and that one day you came to an aespa fansign to surprise her 🥹 she had to hold back all the affection she wanted to give you :((((

gaming nights 🤓 and by gaming i mean gardenscapes....... god she's such a lil nerd

anime nights 🤓 her getting all excited when her faves come on screen, smacking you on the leg repeatedly with joy while she explains what's going on (because as much as you enjoy sitting down to watch her favourite shows w her, you really didn't understand half of it LOL)

loooooves late night arcade dates

especially so she can win plushies in the claw machines,,, or rather, you can win them for her (so chivalrous 😁)

her love for claw machine plushies gets so bad that your bed now has a mountain of them stacked up that you have to throw off before bed everyyyyy night omg

not to change the subject but like. Karina's morning cuddles 🥹

or for the mornings where you wake up late, your eyes opening to the sound of her padding back into the bedroom to check on you, a smile creeping onto your face as you feel the bed sink where she sits by your side

and when she leans over to kiss your forehead, her gorgeous locks framing her face while her cute glasses slip down her nose 🥹🥹🥹 IM GONNA CRY

tldr; the softest girl that just wants to be loved the way she loves you 😔

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lovers-rck · 5 months

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i need more parts of the fic "ur first time w ellie" pls 😭 its so cute

ellie use the strap on you for the first time

pt1, pt2.

+18, smut.

☆

The first time ellie told you about a strap on, your eyes went wide "a fake dick?" you asked

Ellie laughed, rubbing her eyes "Yeah, i mean" she "It is a fake dick"

"You have one?" you said, Ellie's cheek turning red

"Yeah"

That was a few days ago, before sleep, when you two have the time to talk about random things. Ellie brought the topic and it got stuck in your mind ever since, fantasizing about it during the day and night.

So the idea came back to your mind a few days later, when Ellie is kissing your stomach and grabbing your legs.

"Ellie" you say in a whimper

"Yes?" her voice sounds muffled, drowned in your skin

You feel her tongue caressed the skin of your thighs, leaving kisses in the abused flesh "I was thinking about... Uhh..."

She leaves a kiss in your pelvic bone, her finger in the seam on your panties "About what?" her other hand goes up your torso, massaging your tits under the shirt –her shirt

You drown a moan when Ellie tease you, moving your panties to the side and collecting all the wetness with her finger "About... About that time you told me" she buries her finger inside you "Fuck"

"What?" Ellie pumps her finger in and out, hearing all the naughty noises your pussy makes "I say a lot of things"

She curls her finger "About the strap" you moan "Maybe we can try"

Ellie stops her movements and looks up at you, her mouth open in disbelief. She thinks you cannot comprend what you just said to her, what that caused in her.

She had been thinking about fucking you with the strap since the first time, thinking about how you will look when she buries herself inside of you.

So she gets up as fast as she can and runs to the wardrobe. The sudden change of scenario confuses you and makes you feel awkward, almost naked in a solitary bed.

You sit in the bed, fixing your already soaked panties and seeing Ellie provoke a tornado in the wardrobe, her hands searching something "Ellie?"

She doesn't respond, her mind still in the search "Did i said something bad?" you say

Then she finds the box, buried in between a few jackets, shyly hidden. She smiles and brought the box to the bed, placing it to your side.

"You want to try?" she asks and you realizes the whole thing.

"How come I never saw that box?"

Ellie shruggs and open the box, revealing a big transparent dick, veiny.

"It's... big" you say, touching the strap.

Ellie sees your hand wrapped around the dick and fears that she will come just at that sight alone "If i were a man, i would have a big dick" she says and you agree.

"How this works?"

"These straps are to fit my hips and legs, to make sure it doesn't move" she explains and you nod, fake-dick still in your hands.

"Do you think it's going to fit?" you say looking at her, her body standing at the foot of the bed.

Ellie wants to scream at the hint of what might happen, a warmth invading her body "Yes" she looks up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear "We'll go slow".

You inspect the object a few seconds more and nod, handing it to her, she takes it "Okay"

"Okay?" Ellie says "Like, Okay Okay?"

You laugh and grab her hand, pulling her body to yours "Yes, Ellie" her lips capture yours for a second "I want to try"

Ellie grabs your face and kiss you deep, her tongue exploring your mouth in the most savage way. You feel how she pushes your body to the bed and you lay down, her hovering your body "I can't believe you agreed to this" she murmurs in your lips

"You say it as if it were something horrible" Ellie shakes her head and kiss your jaw

"I will make you feel good" she says and trails a path of kisses to you neck.

She doesn't have to work too much to get you wet again, pussy already dripping in anticipation. you put your legs together as you wait for her to put on the strap, her body wearing only a loose T-shirt and boxer shorts.

You look at the strap and feel a little tingling in your stomach, a jumble of nerves and excitement inhabit your insides.

When Ellie rests her hands on your knees and forces you to spread your legs, you feel like you're going to explode "Should I take my panties off?"

She shakes her head "I like it when you have them on" she caresses your legs "They're ruined anyway"

You nudge her with your foot playfully, laughing "Idiot"

She bends down to kiss you and when the strap brushes your panties you can't help a stifled moan. Her fingers run your underwear to the side and she positions herself between your legs, stimulating you with the head of her cock "Ready?"

You nod and Ellie takes a deep breath. The first few seconds aren't much different than what you've experienced before, but when Ellie pushes her hips against yours and the head of her cock is already being choked by your inner walls, you see stars.

Ellie moans as you practically suck her, her arousal so high that she could almost swear the strap melted to her body and now she could feel you squeezing her. Ellie pushes halfway into the extension and begins to ram you slowly, each second deeper and deeper until the base of the strap hits your pussy.

You feel so full of her.

"How's that?" Ellie says, her slow and deep thrusts, her hands holding your legs, keeping them open "Does that feel good?"

"It feels good" You groan as you feel her body crash against yours.

"I'm sure it does" Ellie says with a hint of haughtiness, but really pleased that you feel good about her.

Aside from the thump of the strap against her clitoris, Ellie doesn't feel anything. All her moans and excitement come from watching you, enjoying her thrusts, watching your breasts bounce and your pussy sucking her.

She lifts your shirt, revealing your breasts. Her fingers play with your nipples, pinching them lightly and massaging the flesh fiercely.

"Fuck"

"What? Does it hurt?"

"Can you go faster?" you say, your breathing getting louder and faster.

Ellie responds with action and begins to penetrate you faster, grabbing your legs and pulling them to her shoulders. You let out a strangled moan at the new position, feeling the depth it provides "Ellie"

"I know" she smacks her hips against yours "You can take it"

You play with your breasts unconsciously and ellie can swear she is drooling. After a few moments you can feel the orgasm lurking, manifesting itself in the way your moans and groans become louder and Ellie's onslaught more sloppy.

When it finally hits you your legs are shaking like crazy. You cover your eyes with your hands, feeling tired and embarrassed at the same thing.

You hear Ellie laugh and caress your legs "I never heard you moan that loud" she says

You feel empty when she pulls her out of you. She throws the strap into the box and you complain "I'll clean it up later"

You roll your eyes and fix your underwear, wet and cold. Ellie sits by your side, her hand tracing invisble doodles in your stomach

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, Ellie" you say, smiling at her "You know i did"

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say it"

"You're too cocky, you know?"

She nods "Girls tell me that a lot"

You roll your eyes and pull down your shirt to cover your breasts. Ellie pouts

"I'm going to take a bath"

"Can i join in?" she says

"Ask your other girls!" you reply, walking away towards the bathroom and hearing Ellie giggle.

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie the last of us #the last of us #tlou2 #lesbian #lesbians #ellie x fem reader

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justmeinadaze · 6 months

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Take It Out On Me Part 23 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I ended it with angsty fluff instead of angsty angst lol You're welcome!

Happy Halloween🎃

Warnings: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Sub Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, tearing of the clothing <3, and everything else that comes along with these three. FLUFF, they love each other, ANGST, They go to a Halloween Dance and Steve helps Masie with a pushy dude (very brief), at the end the boys talk about something they want but can't have and Y/N contemplates on what they say.

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“Your hair looks so cute like this.”, Masie smiles as she finishes the last curl.

Tonight was the Halloween dance at your college and since you were able to quit your job, you felt more energized to go out. Next weekend was the big move to the house the guys got you so you wanted everyone to really let loose and have fun. Masie suggested since you four were going together, you should all have costumes that matched.

Currently, Maze was working her magic making you look like Sandy at the end of Grease while she was dressed as Frenchie; pink wig and all.

“I think you look cute.”, you giggle. “The guys are going to flip when they see me in this leather.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“A good way for sure especially for Steve. I’m not sure why but he goes crazy when I where anything like this or lingerie.”

“Really, Y/N? You aren’t sure why?”, your friend teases. “Look at you, babe. You are so fucking hot.”

“Thank you.”, you beam up at her as she finishes. “Now you may have to keep me in line because if they are dressed how I think they’ll be, I can’t promise my brain won’t scramble.”

“No worries. I got you.”

After handing you your pink ladies jacket, the two of you walk out into the living room of the apartment where the boys were waiting.

“Ladies.”, Eddie grins as your mouth salivates and your eyes glaze over.

The metalhead had his hair pulled back with a white shirt tight against his chest under his regular leather jacket. Honestly, it didn’t take much of a wardrobe change for Eddie to pull off Kenickie. His blue jeans and boots were all his just adding to your want of throwing him against the sofa and fucking him senseless.

Now Steve on the other hand, had to go shopping with his friend to get the wardrobe he needed. His hair was slicked back but dangled just so in front of his face that drove you insane. His leather pants and black shirt accentuated his muscles perfectly with the leather T-Birds jacket just adding an extra layer of sexiness.

“Ok, I see what you mean now. Come back, Sandra Dee.”, Masie scolds as she snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“You look beautiful, Maze. I like the pink hair.”

“Why thank you, Steve Harrington.”

“You to, baby girl.”

Your face turns bright red as you blush and he winks. Glancing towards Eddie, you watch as he sticks a cigarette between his lips and tilts his head to the side as he lights it with his lighter, smirking as he closes it shut. Oh, tonight was going to be harder than you thought.

***

You struggle to keep your hands off them the entire time at the dance, always caressing a leg or an arm. Eddie as always finds it fascinating as he watches and feels you struggle beside him.

“Sweetheart, you need to calm down. You’re not being subtle.”

“Not trying to be.”, you murmur as your palm glides up his thigh before he stops you.

“Obviously, but…”, he chuckles. “You have to be patient.” Ignoring him, your other hand runs along his chest but he firmly grabs it, pushing it into your lap as his intense eyes meet yours. “Behave, little girl. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”, you whine and he grins as before kissing your forehead.

Steve hadn’t been listening, keeping a close eye on Masie as she went to grab a drink. He noticed a guy follow her and was now currently exchanging words. Without saying anything, he rose from his seat and headed her way.

“Hey baby. Everything alright? You’ve been gone awhile.”

Maze’s thankful gaze met his as she wrapped an arm around his waist and he did the same over her shoulder protectively.

“Hey, yeah. This guy was, um, asking me some questions about my classes.”

“Oh? What kind of questions? I have the same classes she does. What can I say. I’m kind of an overprotective boyfriend.”

“Um, sorry. I didn’t realize she…I can ask someone else. No big deal…”, the man mumbles before quickly scurrying away.

“Fuck me, Steven. Thank you so, so much. He wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Not a problem. Do you want to dance to sell the illusion a bit more?”

She grins as she nods and they head both head to the dance floor, slowly swaying from side to side. You take note and yank on Eddie’s hand, wrapping your arms around his neck as you two begin to dance as well.

“Can I tell you a secret, Steve Harrington?”

“Of course, Masie Collins.”

“Sometimes…I get jealous of Y/N and her relationship with you two. I don’t know how much she’s told you but I’ve never had any luck with guys. Neither has she but somehow she found you guys. I just want someone to love me the way you guys love her.”

“I can understand that. I’d be lying if I said I knew how we found each other either. I mean she was a quiet mouse remember? Yet somehow landed her cute butt in detention.”, he laughs at the memory. “If that hadn’t of happened, I’m not sure how we would have ended up together if at all.”

Steve’s eyes flick towards you, smiling when he sees you hugging yourself tightly to Eddie’s chest.

“Maze, you’ll find your person. I’ve seen how you are with Y/N and any person would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.”

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As Steve drove the three of you back to the apartment, your doe eyes never left his face as you beamed in his direction.

“Can I help you, Sandra Dee?”

“No, Danny Zuko. Kenickie said I had to wait till we get home.” Eddie chuckled in the back seat as he blew smoke out the window. “Thank you…for what you did for Masie.”

Steve smiles as he reaches to hold your hand.

“Of course. She’s our friend to. I’m not going to let some asshole make her uncomfortable. You BOTH are safe with us, honey.”

Kissing the back of his hand, you wait patiently through the short drive back home. As soon as you walk through the door, however, you’re on them, jumping into Eddie’s arms as you impatiently kiss his lips.

“So fucking…needy tonight…”, he smiles through each breath.

“You just look…so good…I can’t help…it.”

Hastily, you unbuckle his belt and fall to your knees, wrapping your mouth around his cock as he groans. Ringed fingers tangle in your hair as he subtly guides your movements, holding you tightly as he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck, princess, that’s it. H-Hey, Steve, how are we supposed to—shit—to get her out of these clothes? They are just hugging this sexy fucking body.”

“Hm. We can always tear them off or we could cut a hole in her pants. That’s all we really need right?” Their smiles grow when you whimper around Eddie at their words as Steve kneels to balance on his heels till he’s right next to you face. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Us using you for our pleasure?”

Drool dangles from your mouth as you pull yourself back to look at the boy beside you.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy, what?”

“Mmm—Yes, Daddy, I like when you and Master use me. I like making you feel good.”, you whine.

Eddie growls as he lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, tossing you on to the mattress. With amazing strength you’ve always marveled at, he ripped open your shirt and latched his lips around one of your nipples eliciting a loud moan from you as he grinds his hips between your legs.

The bed dips beside you and Steve taps his friend’s shoulder, handing him a pair of scissors that the boy promptly takes.

“Don’t move, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want to cut anything you need.”

Gripping the fabric, he cuts small hole before tearing it open his fingers. Tossing the tool out of the way, he climbs up your body, dragging his tongue along your skin as he does.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”, Eddie mewls as he drags the head of his cock between your folds. “Do these costumes turn you on that much, babe?”

“W-What…What can I say. Bad boys turn me on.”, you giggle, biting your bottom lip.

“Oh yeah?”, he coos as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Because you like being used?”

You both moan loudly as he slides his length into your core.

“You’re such a bad girl, Y/N. You—fuck—you act so innocent out there but we know what you really are.”

“What am I, Sir?”

Leaning his forehead against your own, his hips slowly begin to pump into you as his cock drags against your walls.

“Ours.”, he pants. “Our dirty, naughty little angel. W-We didn’t corrupt you did we, baby?”

“No.”

Eddie delivers a particularly hard thrust that had your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“No, what?”

“Ahhh. No, Sir.”

“God, this pussy feels so fucking good.”, he grunts as his head falls between your neck and shoulder as his pace quickens.

“Harder, please.”

He doesn’t acknowledge your request but he does roll his hips roughly into yours, abusing your g-spot with his cock over and over as the coil in your belly steadily winds.

“I love you, Eddie. Please, Sir. Make me cum. I need it so bad.”

Lifting up his head, his lips connect with yours as your tongues mingle together. Your eyes lock with his as your body trembles and you cum hard around him.

“Fuck. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”, he moans as he fucks into you fast chasing his own release. Groaning, he slams into you a couple more times before you feel him fill you up with his spend. “Fuck…I love you to, Y/N. My beautiful, sexy, naughty girl.”, he pants breathlessly as he playfully spanks you making you giggle.

Turning your head, you find Steve beside you with a gorgeous smile on his face as he patiently waits for you to be ready.

“Daddy.”, you mewl as you reach out to caress his cheek. “Please.”

“Come here, pretty girl.”

Eddie falls away beside you as Steve flips you over onto your stomach and fully kicks his pants onto the floor before laying his whole weight on top of your back.

“I’m not hurting you am I?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good.” Pushing up on one his elbows, he peels your shirt away and tosses it to the ground, placing tender kisses along your shoulder as he lines himself up with your sex. His warm breath hits your skin as he pushes his cock into heat and lays himself against you again, reaching up to thread his fingers between yours. “Fuck, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight. I love you so much, honey.”

“Mmm—I love you to, Steve. Fuck, you’re so deep.”

“Yeah? You like that, pretty girl? You like how deep Daddy’s fucking you?” Rolling his hips in circular motions, your eyes rolled back, practically drooling at how good he felt. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“Y-Yes…Daddy…feel—mmm—feels so good.”

Thrusting into you now at a steady pace, his head fell near your shoulder allowing you to hear his beautiful moans and grunts clearly.

“You’re ours, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait for us t-to move into this house. We’re gonna take such good care of you, honey.” Steve groans as he feels you clench around him at the notion. “Yeah? Shit, Y/N, I’m gonna cum. Cum with Daddy, baby girl.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you came and as your cunt quivered around him he thrust his release deep within you.

Steve grinned when he felt your fingers reach behind you to run through his hair before a giddy giggle escaped your lips.

“What?”

“Your hair is still so greasy. How much gel did you put in there?”

“Enough to get you going.”, he jokes as he falls to your other side.

Extending your arm, your palm gently runs along Eddie’s jaw line. “I like your hair pulled back like this though. I like being able to see your handsome face.”

Scooting closer to you, he places his hand over your own before softly running his digits along your skin.

“You really are beautiful, you know that?”, he hummed in a low, raspy voice that had you smiling. “I wish we could give you a wedding, sweetheart.”

Blinking, you pushed up on your elbows to meet his gaze, completely taken off guard.

“Where did that come from?”

“I think about it a lot especially after getting the house. Steve and I can take care of you and give you everything but the one thing I feel like you really deserve…the one thing we want to… We can’t give you.”

Glancing at Steve, his head was resting on his bicep as his free hand continued rubbing your back. As he gently smiled in your direction, you knew he felt the same.

“Baby, a piece of paper isn’t going to change how I feel about you two. You both got me this ring and the ones you wear to. I don’t need a whole ceremony to show off or anything. I just want you both.”

“Every girl deserves a white dress and bouquet.”, Steve murmurs.

“To have her dad walk her down the aisle and a badass honeymoon somewhere fun.”, Eddie adds. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

That night after they fell asleep, you laid awake thinking about what they had told you. You meant what you said about not needing a wedding or anything like that. Honestly, just the fact that they even wanted that with you at all had your heart soaring.

As you played with Eddie’s hair while his head rested on your chest, you thought about the boy you met 5 years ago. He was loud, intimidating, and slightly scary but he always had a soft heart. You watched him with the Hellfire Kids and he always seemed to care about them like siblings. That night when Tommy poured beer all over you, he didn’t think twice as he put his jacket over her shoulders and led you inside. Through the years, his eyes were always scanning you, checking, making sure you ok and happy.

“I never thought I would have a girl fall in love me…”

Glancing at Steve, he had fallen asleep on his side with his hand holding yours. He used to be so angry and those first few months you never understand why. Over the years, he had softened immensely. He still had his moments of being defensive but he would catch himself and apologize. More than anything, you realized his heart was huge and he had so much to give but was afraid of being rejected. His parents did it numerous times as well as people in the town, dismissing him as some dumb jock. Even the day you met him in detention, he told Eddie he left a note for Nancy who (lucky for you) didn’t show up. He was always so protective of you and even Eddie these past few years. More than anything, he made you feel safe and loved.

“It’s not so much what you’re doing with me but why did you even give me a chance…”

They didn’t just want a wedding for you but for themselves as well. Even as singular entities they never expected to have one, let alone a happy, healthy relationship for so long. They didn’t just want you have that experience but they wanted to experience it with you.

The next morning before they woke up, you called your best friend with an idea but you needed help expanding and initiating it.

“You called the right person, honey. Come over and we can figure some things out.”

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Two Doors Down

[Frankie Morales x Reader]

summary: You are getting over a breakup and decide to go to your friend and neighbour Benny's house party.

word count: 2.6k

rating: M

pairing: Fransisco "Catfish" Morales x f!reader

note: Drinking and smoking. No use of (y/n). The reader uses she/her pronouns. This has not been beta-read and English is not my native language. Part 2

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…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

They're not aware that I'm around

Cause here I am

Crying my heart out, feelin' sorry while

They're having a party just two doors down…

It’s dumb, you’re feeling so fucking dumb. Here you’re sitting, on your kitchen floor, crying over the end of a relationship that you should never have been in to begin with. You could, now in hindsight, see that your relationship with Lance had been shit. He had not treated you well, he never put in the same effort as you had, yet he was always jealous when you wanted to spend time with your friends. It has almost been two weeks since you had caught him cheating and simultaneously broken up with him.

You had not been crying over it for many days now, but it had been a tough week at work and it is like everything that had happened just feels too much .

Maybe that is what is the true reason for your tears, not the sadness from a broken heart, but the sadness of realising that you had wasted so much time and energy on a person who didn’t deserve it. You sit for a little longer trying to force the tears to stop, you don’t want to spend the rest of the night like this.

You raise your right arm over your head and plant your hand on the kitchen counter, slowly pulling yourself up from the floor. Your head is aching after all the tears and you feel the need for a cigarette. You usually never smoke inside, always retreating to your balcony, but you allow yourself to make an exception, this one time, and settle for just opening your kitchen window and turning on the extractor hood before you lit your cigarette. You can hear the music through your open kitchen window.

You had totally forgotten about Benny’s party, you had actually told him you would stop by. Well, you had told him you might stop by if you didn’t feel too shitty in the light of your recent breakup. Benny had been very supportive and had volunteered to go kick Lance’s ass, which you honestly had been tempted to let him.

Benny lives in the apartment two doors down the hall from you. The two of you have established a pretty good friendship, he is the only person on the floor around your age, most of the other residents in your building are older. You know Benny has wanted you to meet his brother and his friends, who are gonna be there, for some time now. You rub your hand over your damp eyes and take the last drag of your cigarette before putting it out, letting a bit of water rinse over it and throw the bud in the trash.

You go to your bedroom and swing your wardrobe doors open with a little more force than needed, looking over your clothing options. You pull out a couple of items before your eyes land on a bordeaux red slip dress that goes to your midthigh. You change out of your sweatpants to put on a pair of nylon tights. You fix your hair and apply a little makeup, trying to hide your tear-stained face as good as you can before grabbing a thin black cardigan. You refuse to keep spending your Saturday night sitting on your kitchen floor in self-pity.

…I think I'll dry these useless tears

And get myself together

I think I'll wonder down the hall

And have a look around

'Cause I can't stay inside

This lonely room and cry forever

I think I really rather join 'em

Two doors down, yeah…

You take a deep breath before knocking on the door to Benny’s apartment. A few seconds go by before the door swings open.

“You came!” A very happy Ben has opened the door, clearly at least a couple of beers into the night already.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” He throws his arms around you, pulling you into a bone-crushing bear hug. “You feeling okay?” He asks, much quieter, as he lets you go.

You nod, offering him a weak smile. You don’t want to admit to have been crying less than 30 minutes ago. He smiles back at you understandingly.

“Let’s get you a drink!” He declares leading you through the crowded apartment to the kitchen. “I have someone I would like you to meet, also I need to prove to my brother that I don’t live in a retirement community.” He sighs at the last past, it must be something he has been teased with.

Three men are standing by the kitchen counter, a blonde man that you just know must be Will, the resembling to Benny is clear. You are less sure about the two other men, they must be friends of Will. One man with a charming crooked smile, a few silver strands mixed with dark curls. A slightly taller man in a black hat, who is fidgeting with the beer bottle in his hand, not looking as comfortable as his companions.

“So, this is my brother William and his friends.”

Guys, this is my good friend and neighbour.” Benny exclaim, the men turning to look at you.

“Can you fix her a drink while I go fix up the table? And be nice!” He says the last part as he gives the curly-haired man a stern look.

“Hey! Santiago, but I can just be Santi to you.” The man with the curls tells you as he shakes your hand with a wink. Oh, he’s a flirt.

You tell them your name and shake Will's hand before facing the last man.

“I’m Frankie. Well, I’m Francisco, but people call me Frankie.” He is not coming off nearly as smoothly as Santi, but you can’t help but smile at him.

You stand there a little awkward for a moment, but the conversation is soon picking up and you actually have a pretty good time. The guys are both nice and funny, not that you would expect anything else from the brother and friends of Benny.

You talk for a while, sipping on the greyhound Santi had made you.

“Ey, beer pong tournament! Are you guys playing?” Benny, who has come back in the kitchen, yells excitedly, getting two six packs from the fridge.

Santi is quick to express his excitement

Your stomach drops at the thought of having to chase after a ping pong ball at a party full of strangers. It sounds like your worst nightmare.

“I think I’ll skip.” You declare.

Santi claps his hand on Frankies back. “Ya’ gonna play, Fish?”

Fish..?

Frankie doesn't look like he wants to play, his expression a stark contrast to Santi’s.

“Nah, I think I’ll sit this one out.” Frankie croaks.

“Suite yourself.” Santi shrugs. “You gonna partner up with me then, Benny boy?”

And by that, you are left alone in the kitchen with Frankie.

“Uhm, I think I’ll go for a smoke.” You mumble, fumbling with the clasp on your little handbag to get your lighter and your pack of cigarettes.

“Do you maybe wanna come and keep me company?” You look up at Frankie.

He was the quietest when you had spoken with him and the others, but you like his vibe and you have to admit that he is very easy on the eyes. Brown hair is sticking out from the black baseball hat he is wearing, a breathtaking smile, broad shoulders and a pair of warm brown eyes.

Frankie smiles and gives you a nod, emptying his beer before following you out on the balcony. You wrap your cardigan a little tighter around your torso as you’re hit by the cool night air. You lean your left side up against the brick wall, Frankie mirrors you leaning his right side against the wall so you’re facing each other.

“Want one?” You ask before putting the cigarette between your lips. He accepts your offer with a small smile and you hand him your lighter after litting your own cigarette.

“So… Fish? ” You ask as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, tilting your head slightly, not wanting to blow it directly into his face.

“The guys and I.” He tilts his head at the balcony door. “We’re old military buddies.” He shrugs. “My code name was Catfish, guess things like that just stick” He shakes his head with a smile and you can’t stop yourself from smiling too. It makes sense, Benny had told you his brother had served.

“Well, Fish, tell me more about yourself.” You prompt with a smile. And he does.

What should have been a five-minute smoke turns into a long conversation where the two of you take turns telling each other about yourself.

…'Cause here I am

No longer cryin' an' feelin' sorry

We're having a party just two doors down…

Almost an hour has gone by and the two of you have forgotten the party completely, the only reminder is the music coming from inside the apartment. His baritone voice and warm eyes have captivated you and as the sound of his warm bubbly laugh hits your ears something warm blooms in your chest.

You like him more and more the more you get to know him. You probably shouldn’t let yourself feel like this so quickly after your breakup, but you really can’t stop the warm yearning feeling his smile is creating in your heart.

…I can't believe I'm standin' here

Dry-eyed, all smiles and talkin'

Making conversation with the new love I have found

I ask him if he's like to be alone and we start walkin'

Down the hall to my place waitin' two doors down, yeah…

The conversation has landed on movies.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be your favourite, but what movie have you rewatched the most?” You ask with a smile.

“Honestly… Probably Winnie the Pooh.” He shakes his head with a shrug and smile.

“ Winnie the Pooh?! ” You giggle.

“Yeah…” Frankie clears his throat, looking nervous all of a sudden. “I have a little girl, so…”

“Oh, you do?” You say with a smile, trying to not sound surprised. Him having a kid doesn't scare you away and something about him being a girl-dad makes perfect sense to you. There is a little voice of worry in the back of your head though, not from him being a dad, but Frankie being a father means that there is a mother. He is not wearing a ring and nothing about your conversation has implied that he is married or in a relationship. But you had just caught Lance cheating. It would break your heart if you were flirting with another woman’s man right now.

“Yeah, Solana, she is three.” He continues. “Her mother and I got divorced when she was still a baby. She stays with me every other weekend.”

The worry you felt disappears completely and you can’t help but give him a wide smile.

“Can I see a picture?” You ask, wanting him to know that you don’t have anything against him having a child.

A little girl with big chestnut-brown eyes and fluffy brown curls is smiling at the camera.

“Oh, she’s so cute.” You coo, and you mean it, she is absolutely adorable.

“Looks like her daddy.” You giggle, the resemblance is uncanny.

“I guess she does.” He sighs at the phone screen. “Poor baby.” He jokes, but you feel that there is something more to his words.

You look up at him with a frown. “I don’t think it is a bad thing.” You murmur.

You don’t want to overstep, but you hate the idea of him thinking he isn’t good enough.

“I know I’ve just met you Frankie, but I think she is pretty lucky to have you as her father.”

“You do?” He asks, voice low and soft.

“Yeah, I do.” You whisper, not noticing that you have taken a step closer towards him.

He shifts a little, leaning his body slightly towards you. He looks deeply into your eyes and you think your heart skips a beat. He gently cups your cheek, and you lean into his touch. Your pulse quickens from the feeling of his warm skin on you.

And then you’re kissing him.

…Two doors down

They're laughing and drinkin', and having a party

Two doors down

We're not aware that they're around …

His lips are soft, tasting of the beer he’s been drinking, with a slight ashy aftertaste from the smoke. Your own lips probably taste the same. You completely melt into his touch, finding a rhythm of gentle movements, getting familiar with the shape of him and you love it.

You open your mouth a little wider, slightly tilting your head to the side. Giving Frankie space to deepen the kiss and he does. He removes his hat to not poke you with the visor.

Your hand comes up to grab the now-exposed curls at the back of his head, your other hand is buried in the fabric of his shirt.

You moan softly into the kiss as Frankie slips his tongue deeper into your mouth. Your grip on his hair tightens, and you can feel the fire in your lower stomach enlight.

You finally break the kiss both gasping for air. His thumb gently stroking your cheek as he looks down at you with those deep warm eyes of his.

“You know, uhm…” You pant out, suddenly feeling very nervous. “I live just down the hall if you… You know… Want to be alone.”

“Yeah, I… I would like that.” He nods.

…'Cause here I am

Feelin' everything but sorry

We're having our own party two doors down …

You roam around your bag to get the key to your apartment. You had tried to ignore the look Benny had given you when you told him that you left. The others had been too engulfed in their game to notice that you and Frankie had been staying out on the balcony all night, but you leaving with Frankie gained their attention. Santi had given Frankie a thumbs up as you left which had made Frankie blush severely.

You finally get the key, fumbling with the lock before you can get the door open and let Frankie into your home.

Frankie closes the distance between you as soon as the door has closed behind you. You place a hand in his hair, grabbing the soft curls, softly pressing him closer, and deepening the kiss.

You stumble through your apartment until you reach your coach where the two of you collapse, you on top of Frankie.

His warm tongue slipping between your kiss-swollen lips. You really like him and you want more, you really do, but you are not sure if it is a good idea. You might have just come out of a relationship, but It’s been a long time since you have felt like this with anyone and you’re afraid of ruining it. He breaks the kiss before you can worry any further.

“Sorry, I…” He whispers, slowly pulling away, looking deeply into your eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I think I would like to get to know you better. If that is what you want too, of course." He looks nervous. “Maybe I could take you out on a date?”

“I would like to get to know you better, Francisco. And I would love to go on a date with you.” You tell him softly.

He smiles wide with relief and his lips are back on yours. The kiss is so sweet it makes your chest feel warm and content. Maybe this really can be the start of something beautiful.

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flames of desire chapter 11: pleasant surprise

Alastor x (f! bunny reader) TW!: violence

your POV:

I stir awake sitting up to look around, I was still in Alastors room and he wasn't there. I attempt to stand off the bed my whole body aching from yesterday, my thighs are basically screaming right now and the bite marks on my neck are a sight for sore eyes.

there was a note on the nightstand by the bed along with some flowers, classic red roses. they were simple but beautiful, I picked up the note to read it "I hope you rested well and that these flowers bring you a smile, I have gone to run some errands, I shall be back before noon, I'll see you in a few my dear~"

how funny that a man not well familiar with the feeling of love or romance is so good at it, I wonder how he got flowers down here in hell or the fact there are flowers in hell at all. I shouldn't question it, looking down I forgot that I wasn't wearing any clothes, I also forgot that the only piece of clothing I had was torn in half. great! option one is to book it to my room wearing nothing, steal Alastors clothes, or try to salvage what's left on the dress.

let's face it that dress is gone, and Angel will kill me for it. so I decided to snoop through Alastors wardrobe, finding a white button up on a hanger I snatched it off and slipped it on. it was too big but beggars can't be choosers, hurrying out of Alastors room I quickly ran to my hotel room, making it without being spotted I changed into my clothes, something simple and covered as I had decided to go out and buy Angel a new dress after Alastors made quick work of it.

I knew it wasn't a good idea to go out by myself, Alastor forbade it and I could understand why, after the Valentino incident he wanted to make sure that I never went anywhere without him for my safety. but with my stubborn self and the determination I had to replace that dress, I went out anyways.

Alastors POV:

walking the streets of hell I headed for cannibal town, I wanted to surprise y/n with a new dress and maybe a new suit for me to match, I had the perfect Idea for a date and it had been a while since she and I had gone out. I also needed to fill Rosie in on my and y/n's relationship status, her advice proved to be quite useful and I needed to properly thank her.

I open the coffin shaped doors to her emporium and walk in to see her helping a customer, I wait patiently before she turns her attention to me, pushing people aside to hug me. "Alastor! what a pleasure, here to finally replace your old suit" she teased giving me a toothy grin "You wound me so my dear, and here I thought you liked my suit" She brushed some dust off my shoulder "Well you could use a change, but what can I do for ya" "perhaps I was here for a new suit and maybe a dress for y/n, you know something nice to match" her face instantly lit up "oh please do tell me all the details~"

dragging me to a table I take a seat. "you will be pleased to know I have taken your advice and successfully courted her" "See I told you she would accept! She was a good one I just knew it" A good one indeed, it's nice to know y/n had Rosie's approval from day one, Rosie can be a bit judgmental in a friendly way... giving you suggestions that she feels you need even if you don't need them. it does my heart good to see her as excited on the topic of y/n as I am. "now about that suit, I think I have just the thing!".

your POV:

Angel told me about a store not too far from the hotel that he liked to get his clothes from so that was the first place I went to look for something of his style, walking into the store there were clothes of all types from lingerie to formal. heading to the section of the store where the dresses were, my eyes set on a black velvet fishtail dress, the hips had cutouts with gold chains to accentuate the hips and a deep open backing.

it was perfect, it was beautiful, and it screamed Angel. I quickly picked one in his size and rushed to the register to pay, dating an overlord had its advantages one of them being that Alastor had an almost endless supply of money that he so generously gave me access to. I didn't have much of a use for it up until now, paying and leaving the store, I carry a pink bag with the dress inside skipping like I just bought the most valuable thing in the world.

buying things for myself was never something I cared about, I lived simply and I was ok with that, but when it came to buying things for other people that was a whole other thing, it always feels nice to see that excitement in people when giving them things, sometimes I take it a bit too seriously but I always try to show my appreciation for people in ways that I can.

while walking back to the hotel I passed by an Ally, some people were hanging out there, there are always shady looking people looming through the shadows but something was different this time, usually when you pass by they just mind there own but instead, they were starring at me, I sped up my walking hoping I'm just paranoid but they begin to follow me, looking back one last time I decide to run.

clenching onto the bag I ran as fast as I could, I might be a bunny but I'm small and two steps for me is one step for them, so I wasn't surprised when they started gaining on me. I tried to turn a corner and lose them but came to a stop when I realized it was a dead end, I was cornered, three men, a hot pink shopping bag, and me.

I knew I was done for, I should have just listened to Alastor and not left the hotel without him, I stepped back pressed against the wall before I remembered something, I remembered what vaggie taught me.

-flashback-

"you want to learn how to fight?" "yes, I'm tired of being helpless and weak, I do not want to be a burden making people worry about me all the time" With a long thought she lets out a sigh "Fine, but we have to start small".

training with vaggie was...difficult, but with time training started to become easier. "clench your fist, but never with your thumb inside your hand, that's how you break a finger" Following her direction I ball up my fist "Ball it tight and put one foot in front of the other when you throw the punch, always aim for the face first then get the body". with one swift move, I step one foot forward and strike.

-end of flashback-

as one guy steps closer I take the shopping bag hitting one guy in the face while I step to throw a punch at the other, pushing forward I pass the two but not before the third man grabs me. I squirm trying to loosen his grip but it's no use I've been caught, that thought lasted a few seconds before everything went black.

Alastors POV:

I was quite pleased with what suit Rosie had saved for me, finding a dress that matched I waved her goodbye and walked back to the hotel. upon arrival, I headed straight for y/n's room hoping she was around so I could surprise her.

I knocked on the door "y/n darling I have a surprise for you!" no answer? I knock once more before opening the door and seeing her room empty, perhaps my room, walking upstairs I enter my room seeing the flowers still on the nightstand and the note opened but no bunny in sight. I didn't see her downstairs, in her room, or here.

with the snap of my finger, my shadow appears "Check every room in this hotel" With a nod it leaves, walking back downstairs I knock on Angel's door, if I'm correct he has the day off of work, and maybe there in his room.

the door opens and Angel walks out "Smiles? what do you want" "Is y/n in here with you?" "no, isn't she in her room or your room~" Not appreciating his comment I give him a glare "Sorry..." "Y/n is missing and if she's not with you then where is she" "I don't know but she's not here and I didn't see her leave, actually...I haven't seen her all morning" Losing my patience I leave Angel at the door walking to the lobby, my shadow reappears with no luck.

Charlie walks out of her office in concern "Al? what's the matter" "Y/n is missing and nobody knows where she is!" "Alastor maybe we should calm down a bit I could help you-" "NO!" Charlie flinches and I try to take a deep breath "I'm going out to look for her, and if something happens to her I will have someone's head"

your POV:

waking up my head was pounding and my ears were ringing, lifting my head I looked at my surroundings, there was a lot of blue with cameras surrounding every corner and a large bed. tugging at my hands I looked up to see I was tied to a pole.

the door opened, and a man with a TV for a head walked in along with "Valentino..." "Wow, you remember me~" "Why am I not surprised you're behind this, you piece of shit" "You should watch your words dollface" I turn my attention to the TV man "I'm Vox, you might not know me but I know you~"

he steps closer to me bending down to meet my eyes, grabbing my face with his clawed hands he inspects me "Tell me, how did the radio demon get such a pretty little thing like you?" "Why does it matter to you!" he chuckles and lets go of my face "Alastor is going to come looking for her and when he does...get rid of him, after we are done with him she's all yours Val~"

short chapter but I'm finishing this late at night and needed to get this chapter out before I get writer's block again. the poll for the new series was a success and all of you decided to bring it to life, so keep on the lookout for when that series will make its grand entrance. thank you all for the love and support, have a wonderful day/night!!!

-squerlly

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saeneryis · 2 years

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A Night to Remember

Includes: Viktor x Reader (gn) Tags: nsfw, finger sucking, gn reader, porn with plot, eventual smut, wholesome, pinning, viktor doms you yes, casual drinking.

Summary: Parties were never really your favorite thing; but giving into Mel's request, you decide to attend, and keep your lover Viktor some warm company. What is bound to happen when passion begins boiling between you two lovebirds?

"May the celebration begin!" The dazzling councilwoman exclaimed, before the room was consumed over a wave of glasses clanking together in unison. You found yourself sitting in one of the nearby tables, toying with the flowery petals that decorated the extravagant-looking centerpiece. "I thought you weren't coming." Butterflies fluttered inside of you as you saw Viktor quickly come down from behind the stage towards your table, and approached to kiss your cheek. "Never thought these kind of events were really your cup of tea." He sat down. "Well..

At the core, you've never been an enjoyer of social gatherings of this size and caliber. "I don't have a place there." You insisted to Mel as she rummaged through your wardrobe. It's not like it was going to work anyways; everyone, incluiding you, seemed to always give into her requests. The thought of her being some kind of sorceress with mind control powers has crossed your mind before, but you'd rather not focus on such impossible things this early in the morning.

Placing her hand close to your shoulder, the councilwoman gave you a comforting smile. "Well, I still think you should be present. Viktor's coming too, you know... And.. I believe you two are very fond of each other.. isn't that correct?" "I-" "Give it a chance, darling. You'll look just as beautiful as starlight." Medarda pulled a particularly elegant outfit from inside the closet. Adorned with a radiant smile, she posed herself on your left. "What do you say?"

"So you said yes, I presume..?" A snarky look emerged from Viktor's face as he turned around at you, to which, you gleefully responded to with the most extreme display of annoyance you have ever showed to anyone.

"What makes you think that, Vik?"

A chuckle escaped from his mouth. "Seeing you standing in front of me, looking as beautiful as you ever were." Your expression shifted into absolute embarassment; even though you had been together for a couple of years now, the thought of him going out of his zone ocasionally to surprise you with heart warming words still hit like a truck, especially in public.

"Viktor!" You exclaimed in shame as red shaded your cheeks. "Are you drunk?"

"Eeh." He shaked his head in disagreement. "Sudden experimentation often leads to the best results, and in our case-- I have to say, I quite enjoyed seeing your reaction." "Can't say I didn't like it either." As the sight of his amber eyes pulled you deeper into him, your lips quickly found way over his, sharing a loving moment in a chaotic moment. Suddenly, nothing else mattered. Not the speech, not the rest of the people. Only you two. Could this moment last forever, you would opt for it without a single thought.

"O-OoOh!" A small curse escapes your lips as both you and Viktor pull away from each other at the unpleasant surprise. "H-Hey! Jayce." You stammered in awkwardness, luckily, your lover was quick to back you up. "What brings you here?" A certain insecurity seemed to develop under his voice. The man gulped. "I- Uh, well.." He laughed. "I, I, DRINKS! Yeah, you guys, uh. Want.. drinks? THERE'S THE TABLE OVER THERE AND I-" A greater, much more, delicate presence took over the conversation.

"Come on now Jayce, stop nagging them." After Mel's gracious words, he seemed to retreat while mouthing the words "i'm sorry" in what looked to be a very funny display. The woman approached his ear and whispered something, which seemed to send the man flying accross into the bartending area.

"So sorry for that." Merdarda apologized. "Jayce can have very.. uh, wrong timings sometimes."

"At this point, I don't really mind him. He's fun to tease, although.. well we were pretty much in the middle of something very important." He approached your ear and whispered in a very low raspy tone. "Which we will continue later on, of course."

Jayce came back to the party with a tray of freshly-made martinis, leaving them over the table and sitting next to Mel. "A toast. For our future."

So, here you were; the greatest event of the year. The beautiful chandeliers adorning the ceiling seemed almost blinding-- on a good way-- which would probably make Mel happy. Hours passed, yet, excitement remained present in the atmosphere. "Vik, look what I found!" "Hm?" "It's an ionian treat. They say it tastes like magic." Overflown with excitement you screamed and shaked. "It's wonderful, isn't it!?" Viktor smiled at your beauty; not only was he admiring your emotion, but also everything you had brought into his life. Love, happiness, and a spark he never thought was still inside of him.

"But I want you to try it." You added, lifting the small treat and leaving it on his hands. "Me? Why?" The man questioned in surprise. "I thought you were.. excited to try it."

You rolled your eyes in irony. "I have something else in mind."

"Oh, alright." He obviously didn't understand what you suggested, but oh well. "It's.." He whispered as he surely made fast work of the tart. "It's sweet, and there's a hint of... anise?"

"Is it good?" "Yes, very. You have very, very good taste." "Can I try it then?" A smile formed around your face, as your hands seemed to reach out for his chest, pulling him closer against you.

You both resumed the interrupted fling from earlier, but this time, something was different; Viktor's moves seemed much more erratic, almost as if he had been holding it in for a long time.

"My.." He whimpered, just before your lips met his again, pulling you even closer to him as his slim fingers went through your hair with care. None of you cared anymore. Even if there's people around. Even if Jayce or Mel are looking from the corner of the room, it simply, did not matter any longer.

Your hand went down on his chest, down to his torso, as you slowly appreciated each one of his body muscles.

You both needed each other. More than ever. Right now.

And nobody was going to change that. As soon as the door of the spare guest bedroom closed behind you, Viktor leaned you against a wall, as his wild, uncontrolled kissed made his way down to your neck. "Ngh.. Viktor, I-" You moaned out, but he quickly put his index finger over your mouth. "Shh.." He whispered. "We don't know if there's people around here.."

You nodded, silently enduring the delicious sensation his handscaressing your chest caused to all of your body. You felt the tips of his fingers trailing around your chest from under your clothes, spinning circles around your upper body.

His lips were back against yours, and you felt the hotness of his breath melting your worries away as Viktor carried you over the bed. Completely laid down, the man began stripping your clothes away with such an attention to detail; starting with your underpants, and making his way into your underwear.

His hand reached between your legs, stroking you through the cloth, to which, he was shocked. "You're.. wet. This is.. for me?" He whispered. "I wonder... just how long... you had been thinking about it." Moving your undies to the side, Viktor began eating you out almost desperately, all while shushing you everytime he felt you got louder.

He pulled away. "Mind the sound..."He said once again, but how were you supposed to keep quiet, while you felt his fingers reach for your insides?

His tongue drooled over you, savoring every detail, every stroke, every slurp, with pure and unfiltered passion. By this point, his shirt had been unbuttoned, except for his tie, which was strangely kept around his neck. Spreading your legs wide open, Viktor climbed over the bed.

He invited you to take them off, to which, you complied, and as soon as you lowered the elastic, his big member flopped out; you could tell he was as hungry, and as needy as you were.

He began introducing himself inside of you; giving you time to adjust. By this point, it was impossible to stop the muffled moans escaping from your mouth everytime you felt how it throbbed, and how it pulled back and deeper with each of his slow thrusts. He was quite long, and you could swear, it was reaching places you never thought anyone else ever would, and you were fucking crazy about it.

As his thrusts gained more confidence and began ramping up in speed, a whine left your lips, to which, he shook in surprise. Two fingers from his left hand suddenly found their way inside your mouth, hoping it would help reduce the sound of your breathy moans.

Oh god. This turned you on more than he could have possibly imagined; the stimulation from his hips pushing into yours sent you spiraling into a storm of whines and moans, all which, were very faintly reduced by his slim fingers twirling inside of your mouth.

"I- I-." He moaned out, with the most of his efforts attempting to still nullify any possible sound, yet, it all seemed futile.

"I lo-love you!"

Pulling his fingers out of you, he pulled you closer towards him, getting one last kiss as climax finally reached bay; the combined sensation of his hot breath, his spasming d*ck inside of you, and your shaky legs; you both managed to end at the same time, together.

After a few seconds, Viktor pulled out of you, watching the entirety of his cum drip out of your entrance and over the bed.

Before words could come out of him, you pulled him into the bed alongside you. "Can I ask you something?" "Ask away, darling." Viktor responded. "What was the party even for?" "I have.. no fucking idea."

Writer's Note: And that's the end! I hope if you got all the way here, you enjoyed it! I love writing wholesome, yet... spicy things like these! I'm still looking forward for a full-on long Viktor story, but it will probably be a bit until it sees light. Gotta make sure it's perfect :･ﾟ✧ I want to thank anyone who's liked/reblogged/or even just read my past works- It truly means a lot, and I want to say, thank you! Have a wonderful night.

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Fake It Till You Make It

October: Nothing Else Matters

Driver! Pierre Gasly x Actress! OC (Annelise Flinch)

Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers

Summary: they don't care anymore about their situation. After taking the big step they discover themselves together, getting to know what is it to be with each other. But what will happen when doors open for them?

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Singapore FP2, Suzuka GP. Light smut (don't read if you are under 18)

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a/n: hey lovelies! I hope you like this chapter! I really had trouble writing the final bc well, youll see why. I had two alternative ends. But yeah. This was the chosen one hehehe (don't hate me a lot)

SINGAPORE. 30/9

"This is a beautiful place" she smiled looking around, walking inside the hotel suite they shared.

"Right?" Pierre smiled.

After a whole month of promoting her recent works, traveling around the world to do press conferences, she took a well deserved rest and went to support her partner. Fake partner.

"Thank you for coming, really" he smiled looking at her, sitting on the bed while she put all her things out of her suitcase.

"I missed you" she smiled looking back at him, putting the last piece of cloth on the wardrobe and walking towards him.

He wrapped his arms around her legs pulling her to his lap, placing his hands firmly on her hips. There's no more awkwardness. They know there are feelings, but none of them will say it. They know the touches are different from the first time, the kisses are full of love, and their gazes how true feelings, no more acting.

"I missed you too" he whispered pressing their lips together. "How was the tour of the movie?"

"Better than I thought" she smiled weakly. "You coming to Venice last week was the best decision. I can't thank you enough, really"

"Don't worry about it, love. Now you can relax, okay?" Pierre smiled looking at him, playing with her golden hair. "Just take a relaxing bath. You don't have to come today to the practices, really"

"Are you sure?" she whispered brushing his hair with her fingers. "I mean, I will get bored. You sure you don't want me to go with you?"

He sighed and looked up at her. Of course he wants her to go with him.

"Let's have lunch, hm?" she smiled on his lips, gifting him small kisses between words. "I promise you I'll take a small on your room on the hospitality, okay?"

"Okay" he nodded, squeezing her ass softly making her giggle. "Let's go"

She changed her clothes, not caring if he was there in front of her. He enjoyed watching her getting naked in front of him, feeling how comfortable she was with him there. They act like a real couple, and looking at the calendar it makes his heart ache, just like hers, knowing that soon they will have to walk on different ways.

After they finished their lunch they went to the track. He laughed softly at her looking how she fixed her make up on the car next to him, applying a soft shade of red lipstick on her lips and then on her cheeks as a blush.

Getting out of the car he was the one that opened the door for her, holding her hand and helping her get out with a kiss on her cheek.

"Let's go" she smiled pecking his lips and walking to the paddock, holding his hand looking at him while he talked to other people.

Once they walked inside his room she just sat on the couch, yawning and stretching her arms. He looked at her with a soft smile on his lips.

"Sleep, okay?" he smiled giving her the hoodie he took off. "I'll come here after the first practice to wake you up".

"Good luck" she smiled putting his hoodie, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "And drive safe"

"I always drive safe" he smiled, pecking her lips softly. "Now sleep, you need it"

She did what he asked her, laying on the couch and putting the hood over her head, closing her eyes and falling asleep breathing the scent she has missed.

Time flew quickly, the first practice ended soon and before she knew it he was walking inside the room with a smile on his lips looking down at her sleeping figure.

"Wake up, little dragon" he chuckled brushing her hair out of her face.

"God, I missed hearing you calling me like that" she chuckled opening her eyes. "How did the practice went?"

"Nice, I was P9" he shrugged his shoulders and looked at her.

"Hey, Top 10, that's good" she said sitting on the couch. "I'll go to the second practice, okay?"

He smiled and kiss her lips softly, his hand on her jaw pulling her close to him. She moaned softly on his lips, letting him slide his tongue inside her mouth and start a fight with her tongue. It was deep, but not rough neither passionate.

"Let's go before you make me have a more obvious boner" Pierre whispered on her lips with a smirk.

"If I'm the one that can touch it I don't mind to keep kissing you" she whispered biting his lips softly, making him groan.

But the make out session that could be more was interrupted my a knock on the door, making Pierre groan and Annelise chuckle gettingnoutnof his lap.

"Yeah, come in?" Pierre groaned filing the boner on his suit.

The door opened and Yuki walked in with a shy smile, and when he saw Annelise his smile grew bigger.

"Annelise!" he exclaimed happy to see her. "I didn't know you were coming"

"Well, my responsibilities with the movie ended sooner than expected" she smiled weakly.

The director of the movie and her aren't in good terms, arguing and fighting on set. It made her be not much present during the premier and on press conferences, even if she was the main character of the movie.

"Well, they don't deserve your attention" Pierre said looking at her, standing up and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "After what you told me, Olivia wasn't a big director and you helped a lot on the movie. So yeah, take it as a win, you worked a lot for it"

"Yeah, but... It makes me mad that she let me out of it" she sighed wrapping an arm around his waist, leaning on him.

The three of them walked out of the room and went to the restaurant zone, picking up their lunch and eating it on the balcony of the hospitality.

"Hey, will you get me tickets for the movie?" Yuki asked her, smiling softly.

"Of course" she winked at him.

Pierre looked at them with a smile, his heart beating so hard that he would feel ashamed of Annelise or Yuki could hear it. Yuki is like a little brother to him, he will always be even if next season he will be on a different team, and seeing Annelise –his fake girlfriend that now he wishes she's his official girlfriend– being friendly with him makes him extremely happy.

After talking a lot, about work and movies and other things, Yuki and Pierre had to get ready to go back to the cars, and Annelise followed them.

"Do you want to get inside my car?" Pierre asked her with a smile after showing her his wheel, explaining everything of it.

"Wait, really?" she gasped. "Yes! Of course!"

He chuckled and held her hand, walking with her to it and helping her to get inside making sure she was comfortable. Pierre kneeled on the side of it and looked at her, how she looked around and touched the halo.

"Pierre, get your girl our if the car! Practice starts in a few minutes!" his performance coach called him making the couple laugh softly.

Some minutes after she was already on the garage, a set of headphone on her ears listening to everything. The night was awesome, she never imagined to be on a night race, and for sure it become her favourite.

Everything was going good, awesome. Until Pierre came back to the garage. They were turning his car to park it back on the garage when fire showed up. Right on top of his head.

"Pierre!" Annelise exlciamed panicking, only looking the flames a few metres in front of her.

She saw the mechanics taking steps back and he he got up quickly, then an Aston Martin mechanic came running with a fire extinguisher, turning off the fire.

Pierre walked inside of the garage in shock, his heart beating fast. He had fire on his head, on his back. He felt it the moment he stood up to get out if the car. He was so close.

Then he felt someone's arms wrapping him, taking off his helmet and making him look at her.

"Are you okay?" she said nervous, searching for an injury or something similar.

"Yeah" he said looking at her, into her eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay"

He is because she's there. And when he's with her, everything around doesn't matter. That night she held him for dear life, not wanting him to leave.

JAPAN. 9/10

This week was incredible. She loved Japan and spending time with Pierre and Yuki, going to restaurants. The day they went to the karaoke was one of the best days of her life, even if she nearly got deaf because of Pierre and Yuki shouting 'Hello' by Adele. But she had fun. So much fun. Pierre and her sang together, making that moment almost magical if it wasn't because Yuki broke a glass making the two of them break the moment and look at the young one.

But today is race day. She knows what happened in this place eight years ago, who had an accident that cost a life. She remembers hearing about him, about Jules Bianchi, and when she discovered that Charles was his friend, that broke her heart even more.

The day started wet, the rain drops hitting the window of their room, making Pierre hold her closer while looking out to the street. She was still sleeping, but when she felt his arm pulling her closer to his chest, she opened her eyes slowly looking up at him.

"Good morning" she whispered, drawing circles on his bare chest with the tip of her fingers.

"Not a good morning, it's raining" he said, still looking out of the window. "Like, a lot"

She looked back at the window, biting her lip when she felt how be hugged her tighter, tensing his body when he felt her moving. Yeah, is raining a lot, and maybe it won't stop.

"Hey, look at me" she said looking at him, cupping his cheek. "You can do this, okay? With the right choice of tyres and trying to keep a distance I know you can make it".

He smiled weakly and kissed her, making her get on top of him. He loved how they changed on the recent weeks. How, thanks to the surprise visit on one of her conferences, they started to discover their bodies, taking small steps to know each other better.

"I just hate this track wet" he sighed letting her kiss his chest.

And indeed he hated it. The moment they walked out of the car and opened their umbrellas, they ran to the hospitality as fast as the media let them. He has to get ready, read data, see the forecast, go to the drivers parade and make sure everything was in order. But that big spot on the wheatear screen made him get more nervous.

She felt how tense he was, so she tried to stay as close as she could of him. When he was warming up on the room she looked at him, helping him sometimes. She helped him to get on his driving clothes, unfolding everything and giving it to him, zipping up the suit and kissing his cheek sweetly after that. They went together to the garage, following him with her eyes and making sure he had everything under control.

The rain didn't stop, not a single minute. The race started, and everything was a mess, the cars made a big wall of water behind them, making it impossible to look around. She was so worried, so scared. What if something happens to him?

And then she saw it. Carlos Sainz aquaplaning and hitting a barrier, making it go to the track and unfortunately making Pierre catch a piece of the barrier on his front wing.

"Oh my God, what the hell was that?" she heard him on the radio.

She took off her headphones, not hearing him anymore, and just looked how the cars returned to the pit lane after the stated a red flag. And the moment she saw Pierre walking inside the garage she knew something went bad.

"Why the hell there was a tractor out there? I could have died! What the fuck!" he exclaimed getting inside the garage.

She walked towards him, only focusing on his eyes full of panic, and grabbed his hand making him walk away if the cameras. She could feel how his body was shaking, maybe because of the adrenaline that was running all over his veins, so she just hugged him.

"I could have died" he whisper holding her closer. "It was like how happened with Jules. Red flag, rain and a tractor. I drove next to it at so much speed... A mistake and I could have ended under it"

He was rambling, talking without control. And she met him talk, hold her, breathe her scent.

"But you are here" she interrupted him, pulling away a little just to look into his eyes. "You are here with me, holding me, okay? Nothing happened"

"Yeah, but something could have happened, Lis..." he sighed closing his teary eyes. "I could have died, you understand? I was afraid, I was thinking that I was going to die the moment I saw that..."

"I know, Pierre" she smiled weakly, brushing his hair to fix it. "But you are here with me. True, the FIA fucked up, it's their fault, they didn't learn from their mistakes"

He sighed and nod slowly, resting his forehead on hers while closing his eyes.

"Stay with me" he whisper. "Stay next to me while we don't know when we can get inside the cars again, please?"

"Of course" she smiled and walked with him, going to where he was going, holding his hand and making him know she was with him.

The race went by, Max Verstappen was crowned champion, and Pierre needed to go back to his home. He needed to erase the memory of the tractor out of his mind.

"The jet is already at the airport" his manager said and he nodded, holding his suitcase and her hand, squeezing it softly before walking to the car that picked them up from their hotel.

He was tense, flashes of the image on the car were repeating again and again on his mind. What could have happened, his end would be the same as Jules'. Pierre looked at his left, at Annelise. He could never confess his feelings if he crashed on the tractor, to see her smile , hear her laugh. Kiss her lips.

"Pierre" Annelise called him, making him get out of his thoughts. "We arrived to the airport, let's go"

He looked at her and immediately went on autopilot, walking behind her, following her while grabbing his suitcase and backpack, grabbing the passport and checking everything. His body knew what to do, it wasn't the first time, but his mind was busy thinking about the race. It was like a living nightmare.

He found himself already on the seat of the jet, next to Annelise on a private zone. She was holding her iPad, reading something he assumed to be the script of her next project.

"Stay with me" he whispered and she looked at him, leaving the iPad on her lap and smiling softly.

"I won't leave" she smiled holding his hand and kissing his fingers. "I mean, I don't have wings, you know? It would be cool, by the way"

That made him chuckle, closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling her lips on his cheek.

"Sleep a little, yeah?" she whispered. "I'll be right by your side".

"I can't" he sighed. "Every time I close my eyes I see the tractor again and again"

"Pierre" she said leaving the tablet on the table in front of them and turning her body to face him. "You are safe, okay? Nothing happened, you are alive. The FIA decided to put a penalization on you and that's completely unfair. You couldn't see and needed to get out of the as soon as possible. But please, think about the present, hm?"

He sighed and look at her, wrapping her with his arms and pulling her to him. No words were needed, they know it.

"Great speech" he whisper kissing the top of her head making her giggle.

"Sleep, okay? I'll be next to you" she said pulling away from his hug and pecking his lips.

He nodded and sigh, making himself comfortable on the seat and resting his head on the crook of her neck, hugging her arm and taking a deep breath while closing his eyes.

He's in the car, in his Alpha Tauri. It's sunny, a race with clear skies. He doesn't know in which position he is driving, neither the track, but he doesn't care. The only thing that is important is that he is doing what he loves the most.

"In which position am I?" he asked to his engineer. But no one answered. "Hello?"

He frowned looking at his sides and at his front. No cars behind. No cars in front. He was alone.

No. There was another car. A red car.

Suddenly, the sky started to turn grey and the air felt heavy. The small screen on his wheel turned red. Just as the car in front of him, metres away.

Then the grey sky was heavy, thick. Many drops were making the cockpit get wet, flooded. He couldn't press the break pedal.

He saw the red car. And a tractor.

"No, no, no!" he screamed. But it was too late. The red car impacted on the tractor trapping it under it. "Jules!"

And because of the distraction he didn't saw the tractor in front of him. But when he saw it, it was already too late.

"No!" he shouted waking up by a jump and sitting straight, making Annelise jump scared and look at him.

"Hey, hey" she said leaving the iPad on the table and cupping his cheeks. "Look at me. Pierre, look at me!"

"The tractor" he mumbled catching his breath. "I crashed... Jules too"

"It was a dream. Not real, okay?" she did wiping away the tears that started to to fall down his cheeks. "It was a dream, my love"

My love. That's new.

"I..." he frowned swallowing thickly looking into her eyes.

"It's okay" she whisper pecking his lips quickly. "It's okay"

He looked at her, into her eyes. She has to believe her. It's okay, he's okay. He's safe. Nothing will happen.

He couldn't fall asleep again, so what he did was read with her the new script, helping her. And helping himself too, because having his mind busy made him not think about the dream.

But in that moment he realized some things. Some things he was scared to admit and his heart was punishing him for not noticing it earlier.

He loves her. Moments like this, where she has her legs on top of his, holding his hand tightly and running her thumb on his knuckles, made his heart beat fast. Moments where she lays next to him naked, after her letting him touch her and adore her, made his head think about her all night while holding her on his chest. And in moments like this, where she makes sure he's alright, holding his hand or looking at him with caring eyes, make him want to claim her, to yell his love for her.

But he can't. And he feels so stupid and coward for that. He keeps reminding himself that what they have is fake, that she's acting, that they will finish this soon. That he won't see her again with his clothes, that he won't kiss her again.

Many hours passed and they were already in Milan. They spent nearly a whole day inside the plane and it made them tired.

"Let's go home" Annelise smiled looking at him, holding his hand.

Home. He already feels like home when he's with her.

She was shocked. This can't be happening.

"Lis? Are you okay?" Pierre frowned looking at her.

The day started good. She stayed with him at night making sure he didn't have more nightmares and practically ignored her phone. Her job.

"Y-yeah" she smiled weakly.

They called her. Contacted her. Mailed her. She will be on the next Dune movie, and the recording was supposed to start next month. But for problems with the location and organization, they had to start earlier. Weeks earlier. Next week. She has to leave.

"It was like if you saw a ghost" Pierre chuckled kissing her shoulder. "And it's not Halloween yet".

"Heh, yeah..." she smiled nervous. "I have to do a call, okay?"

She got up after pressing her lips on his, grabbing his shirt and putting it on before getting out of the room, running to the balcony and making sure she closed the door. Pierre can't know about this.

"Marina" she swallowed thickly after her manager answered the call. "Please. Please tell me it's a joke"

"I wish it was, dear..." she sighed reading the same mail they sent Annelise.

"Shit" she groaned. "What should I do? I just... It's four months away! Four! What about Pierre?"

"Pierre is a contract" Marina sighed. But then she understood. "Is more than that, right?"

"E-eh... What should I do?" she repeated, sitting on the small couch of the balcony.

"Annelise, there's nothing I can't do right now" she sighed. "You have to be traveling for four months. Focusing on your work and anything else. This is a big production, sweety. And if you are liked you will have more opportunities"

She swallowed and turned around, looking how Pierre got inside the kitchen and waving at her with a soft smile.

He heart ached. She doesn't want to give up on the movie. It's her dream. She read that book at least two times, and when she got contacted to be on the second movie she just got happier than when they announced she was nominated to an Oscar.

But then it's Pierre. Pierre Gasly, the man that stole her heart in less than three months. The one that kissed her the first time they shared a couch. The one that helped her fight her fear to water and made her be with him on a swimming pool, hugging him like a koala while they floated on the water. The one that crossed the ocean just after an exhausting race with a flower bouquet in his hands and dates planned for them. The man she has been making love with for weeks, letting him claim her, touch her, kiss her, fill her.

She's lost.

Maybe in four months he will forget about her. Yeah, she has to choose her job first. Because if she wants to be the successful actress she wants to be she has to focus fully on her work. He would do the same, right? If they called him to go back to RedBull he would give up everything... Right?

She has to leave. Even if it makes her heart break in two.

"Okay" she sighed going back to the call. "Finish the contract with Pierre. I'll go to the recording a little earlier"

"What? But... Annelise!" Marina exclaimed, but she ended the call.

She opened the door of the balcony and walked inside the livingroom, her heart aching after smelling the french toast he was making for her.

"When do you have to go to the headquarters?" she asked him wrapping her amra around his waist and kissing his back.

"In a few days, Friday I think" he smiled. "Why?"

"Hm... I was thinking about going back to the Como Lake" she whispered. "Rent a house some days... Just the two of us, hm?"

"I like how it sounds" he smiled looking down at her.

She smiled fakely, hiding the pain. Just some last days with him, she can't say goodbye. And when he's away for the race preparation, she will leave. Take all her things and go.

They had breakfast in silence, listening to some music while humming it. Then, with his laptop, they searched for a place to stay those few days, an apartment near the lake.

But watching pictures of the lake made her mind go back in time. How they were at the start, moving nervous around each other, impulsive, wanting to do it right. And how they changed. It was fast, so fast. But she understood that that's how his life is: fast, like if he was still on his Formula 1 car driving at 300km/h. She started to love him so quickly that it scared her. It just started when he went with her to Venice, calling her his girlfriend all the time, talking with media that recognized him and complimenting her work. Looking at her like if she was the only woman in the world.

And now, she has to leave him. Will he hate her? Will he hate every idea of her? Does he love her like how she loves him? Maybe she will never know.

And it's better that way.

Lake Como. On the last weeks of October is a little cold. Getting on the water is just impossible. But staying there, away from the world, is perfect.

They were like a normal couple. Walked around the streets hand in hand, took pictures and ate Italian food.

And Pierre loved that. He loved that he could hold her hand, because he knew she liked it. He loved that he could kiss her hand and then place it on the pocket of his jacket, because he knew how much she hates having her hands freezing.

He knows her, living with her for three months made him notice things he found impressive. Like the way she bites her tongue when she's reading. Or how she practices facial expressions reading a script. How she absorbed small things from her characters and made them hers. How she enjoyed food like if it was her last meal.

God. He loves her!

It was perfect, the time with her those days were perfect and he wishes he never has to return home and go work.

"Annelise" he whispered looking at her, how she did her morning face routine.

"Hm?" she smiled looking at him through the mirror.

He sighed and shook his head, biting his lips while sitting at the edge of the bed. When she finished she walked back to the room, taking off the silk robe and standing in front of him with nothing but her soft skin.

"God..." he sighed looking at her, how she sat on his lap and kissed him slowly, moving down on him. "Lis..."

"Ssh.. I know" she whispered before sucking him down her throat, making him gasp and hold her hair on a fist.

"Keep going" he moaned, making her move her head.

Love making was what they did. Slow thrusts, kisses, tender touches. Orgasms that left their hearts beating hard on their chests. A whole day of love making.

But what starts has to end. The happy cloud where he was had to disappear and get his mind back to work. He had to return the same day they left Como.

"It's okay, I can take a train back home" Annelise smiled cupping his cheek with her hand, pressing her lips for a long time and kissing him deeply.

"Text me when you get back, okay?" he whispered. "I'll see you tonight"

She nodded and smile at him, closing her eyes when he kissed her forehead.

He dropped her to the nearest train station and after making sure she got on the right train he went to his car and drove to where he has to work.

It was a hard day. Media meetings, getting the schedule ready, strategy meetings. He only wants to go home and be with her.

And when he had the chance, when his last meeting finished, he drove as fast as he could back to Milan, a big smile on his lips while getting out of his car and going to the elevator. He just want to walk inside his apartment and hug her, be close to her. He can't love her more.

When he opened the door of the apartment he sighed, walking inside of it and hoing to his room to leave the backpack. But when he saw her there, sitting on the bed with a suitcase next to her he frowned, not understanding what he was seeing.

"Pierre" she sighed looking down at her hands. "We have to talk".

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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Losers Hc's

I have so many personal Loser Hc's that just live in my head and I just want to share them. I wanna put them somewhere so I'm putting them here. Some hints of Poly Losers

Ben

He has a peanut allergy, idk why, it's the vibes

Until he met Bev his wardrobe consisted of nerdy t-shirts with awful puns. You know what I'm talking about.

Secretly loves Twilight (him and Richie watch it together)

His favorite drink is lemonade, iykyk

Keeps fish! Like really big aquarium set ups and he actually designs some of the decor. Can't keep any aquarium plants alive tho

Mike

loves the smell of cashmere and just collects candles in general

I've mentioned picnics with him before (the ones he takes with Bev and Eddie) but he also likes to make little finger sandwiches and wears fancy sun hats on said picnics

hates the taste of olives, my man is anti olives

bringing this up again, but he had a stuff tigger as a kid and when he's an adult he keeps it in a shadow box

also he's a bit of a technophobe, he had a flip phone until the Losers literally made him upgrade, it was difficult for group texts

Eddie

red shorts this, red shorts that, consider him wearing overalls! He has a whole collection for every kind of weather and they're adorble

not much of a gamer but went through a really intense minecraft stage, the other losers refused to play with him

he loves traveling. Sonia never allowed him to go anywhere so as an adult he goes everywhere. Constantly taking trips and planning the next place to explore. Also he tries to travel with the Losers if they're going somewhere for work. Richie to L.A., Bill to London, Bev to Italy for fashion shows

secret huge ya novels nerd (don't tell Bill)

he's really into fancy coffee. Has an espresso machine in the kitchen and tries to make little designs in the foam and is constantly watching aesthetic coffee videos

Richie

pretends to like horror movies but is actually baby, he covers his eyes the whole time

He owned a ferret, his name was Todd. Eddie and Stan pretended to hate it but the creature grew on them

allergic to cats, cue the ferret, his skin will break out in hives if he's near one, but he doesn't care. He will pet that cat and the others Losers have to stop him

LOVES Futurama, he has a tattoo of Bender on his ass

Actually enjoys doing yard work. His mind is constantly going but when he's doing yard work, running the weed wacker or the lawn mowers, he can't hear himself think. Or if he's raking leaves or cutting bushes, his mind is too zeroed in on his task. It's strangely therapeutic for him

Bill

constantly has ink on his hands, from drawing or his typewriter, it's always there

had adult braces, IK I've said this before but I'm very passionate about 20 year old something Bill with a full set of braces. Yes I had adult braces too, why do you ask?

Sticks his tongue out when he's really focused on something and gets a wrinkle between his brows

he is dumbest smart person you will ever meet. He is an idiot. Everyone thinks he's supposed to be smart bc he's a best selling author but no, this man will try to pry something open with a knife with his face too close to said knife. He has no self preservation instincts, it's only bc of the Losers he's made it this far

has a weird obsession with Cherry Coke

Bev

again, i've said this before, but Bev always wanted a pet and she can't give the emotional care a cat, dog, rat, ect needs so she keeps reptiles. They're really cool and besides their basic care, they don't need anything else from Bev, they're perfectly content to be watched by her on the other side of the tank

speaking of that, her favorite reptile are geckos and she's actually based a couple her designs on their patterns

went through a phase where all she did was play the Sims. She was obsessed. The losers would go to bed while she was playing and wake up and she was still playing it. Yes this overlapped with Eddie's minecraft phase.

believes in Bigfoot. Like for real.

complete roller coaster fanatic, loves going to amusement parks to ride the most extreme roller coasters

Stan

has a deep passion for the Law & Order shows, they're his guilty pleasures

had a mental breakdown in his twenties and dyed his hair blue. The others losers where surprised and yes Stan regretted it. It was Impossible to get out and he basically just had to grow it out

believe it or not he is a horrible driver. He insists he's a great driver but the other losers refuse to ride with him. He doesn't get it. It's not like he's hit multiple curbs and gets massive road rage

he is constantly cold, over half the sweaters in the house belong to him and he's always under the blanket when watching tv. His cuddles are rare but during winter with no hesitation he will snuggle up under the human space heaters (Richie, Ben, and Mike)

he gardens! Has a rose garden out front with a bird bath and feeder. hates dirt though so when he's out there he has gloves and a little garden apron on

I have more too

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dearshelby · 1 year

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The road to peace

Summary: Tommy rents a house on the countryside and has to deal with his family's reaction at the same day peace is declared.

A/N: I wanted to post this last Thursday but I had a small problem that took three days to solve 😩 But, it's finally here, hope you like it!

Chapter 2: His eyes are blue.

Tommy's eyes switch between the house and the key in his hands. There's no going back now, the rent contract stipulates he must live in the house for a year at least, otherwise he will have to pay a quite expensive mulct.

Logically, Tommy will be only allowed to leave the place on 11th November, 1919.

His car is parked in front of the house, on the side of a dirt road, he supposes the lack of ground roads is a good sign, he's far enough from civilization to enjoy the silence, but close enough to not go mad from isolation.

Walking to the front door, he enters the building with hesitant steps. He lived his whole life with his parents, Polly and his siblings, his house at Watery Lane had stories on its walls, stains in the carpet reminding him of childhood, marks on the walls evolving with his growth.

This house has nothing, no memories, no signs of previous tenants, nothing. It's a blank sheet for Tommy to write something new.

The first room is the living room, displaying blue walls with paintings he would never buy; A wooden corner table, two white sofas and one armchair near the fireplace.

The kitchen is also simple, containing only a stove, sink, table and cabinets. The window in front of the sink is huge, which allows the wind to enter the place and sway the red curtains.

Upstairs, a bathroom and two bedrooms on opposite sides of the hallway. Entering the first one, he finds a double bed without sheets, bed tables on which side and a medium wardrobe.

Walking to the window, Tommy touches the curtains, beige and expensive, something his family could never afford in his childhood, still can't since he's only renting, but he knows his mum would have liked them.

He opens the window and sees the garden, there isn't any flower or place to plant, he can only see a few trees far away. At last, rests his head on the window's jamb, he supposes he can make a home out of it.

A thousand possibilities run through his head, he can work in the betting shop, buy his own car instead of using the family's shared one, he can finish school and get an accountant job, he can build a stable and have horses close to him.

He can bring Polly to live with him, the idea tenses him up. Tommy lived with her for so long after his mother's death she practically became his mum, sometimes he reminds himself she's not much older than him, she could be the oldest Shelby sibling.

Polly isn't only his aunt, she's his mother, sister and adviser, the woman he can look up to and at the same time, perceive as an equal. He doesn't know if he's able to carry on without her, at least not in a moment of fragility.

With a deep sigh, Tommy checks the last rooms of the house and makes his leave. The way home is quiet until he enters the Small Heath's streets, the constant movement of children playing and people working makes him think he made the right choice to leave the neighborhood.

Neither Polly, Ada or Finn show up when he gets home, but he can hear them giggling. Heading to the kitchen, he finds them reading the newspaper.

"What is going on?" he asks.

"Tommy, where the hell were you?" Polly gives him the newspaper with a huge smile on her face.

"War is over, Tom!" Ada hugs him and quickly lets go, "I'm gonna pour us a drink!"

"You do that," Polly agrees, "we should write to John and Arthur! They'll be home soon!"

As his aunt walks out to grab paper and pen, Tommy reads the headline: Great war ends. Simple as that, nineteen days after he's home, twenty five after he left the battlefield, war is over.

He can't believe his own eyes, the most rational part of him says it's alright, peace would be declared eventually and he should be happy because that's what everyone wanted. Surely, he's happy, but also nervous.

"Ain't you happy?" Finn asks while Ada hands him a whiskey glass.

"Yeah," Tommy guzzles his drink, feeling it burn its way down his throat. The spice in his mouth brings some comfort.

"You're alright there, Polly?" Ada calls, "There's more pens in the drawer!"

"I started writing my own," Polly brings paper and pen to everyone else.

"Can you help me write mine, Tom?" Finn asks.

"Not now,"

Grabbing the paper on the table, Tommy goes to his bedroom. He locks himself in and sits on the bed, taking Arthur's old letter from under his pillow.

He runs his eyes through his brother's words trying to find the right answer to them. There's a while the letter had been sent, more than it'd take for an answer to get to France. Tommy knows Arthur is clever enough to deduce he didn't write back. After all this time, he doesn't know what to say.

The pen touches the paper crookedly writing: Dear Arthur. Nothing else, Tommy grits his teeth coming up with something. War is over? No, Arthur will know that before the letter gets to him. Come home safely? Well, there's nothing left to do.

Taking another paper, he greets John the same way. "Your kids will be glad with the news," he writes and frustratingly scribbles it, "There's a whiskey bottle and excited children waiting for you," he tries and scribbles again.

Taken by anger, Tommy crumples the letters and throws it in the fireplace, his failure shall do a decent job at keeping him warm at least.

After all, he decides to pack his bags. He opens his wardrobe and puts the organized piles of clothes on the bed, next taking an old suitcase and placing important belongings in it.

Staring at his empty wardrobe, Tommy broods over his doubts, he hasn't told anyone of his plan yet, he is simply packing his things and turning his back on them.

Tommy sighs and grabs another suitcase, packing the rest of his possessions. The bedroom is empty now, however much of him still hovers in the room, like the peeled wallpaper and stains of shoe polish on the floor.

Three knocks on the door followed by Ada's voice makes him hide the bags under the bed, not that it would change anything, certainly she'd realize his missing belongings.

"Tom?" she calls again.

"It's open,"

His sister enters the bedroom with her letters in hand, "Finn is upset with you, I told him to write things the way he thinks it is and you'll help him revise later,"

"Why don't you help him?"

"Because you're his big brother, he wants to spend time with you," Ada sits on the bed and Tommy does the same.

"And you don't?" he jokingly asks.

"No," she chuckles, "y'know, sometimes I think of when I was ten and you took me to school, but I never knew which brother would pick me up,"

"Tsk, and that time we all forgot about you?"

"Oh, I was desperate, I thought I'd have to stay there forever,"

"Should have let you there," he smirks.

"Sod off," Ada giggles, "and then, when the teacher was about to take me home herself, you and Arthur showed up and you told me we'd never forget about you,"

Tommy looks at her through the side of his eye, perhaps it's his big brother side speaking, but he doesn't think she changed much from that time to now. He'll miss her too when he moves out.

"Where are all your things, Tommy?"

"On my bags under the bed," he hesitantly answers.

"What? What are you on about?"

"Alright," Tommy sighs, "I'm gonna tell you and you won't tell Polly, let me do it myself,"

"Tell what? Tommy- What the hell-"

"I'm moving out, Ada,"

"Why?!"

Tommy bites his inner cheek without an answer to give. He can't say because our grandad did the same or because I'm going mad in here, it would make him sound stupid.

"Because otherwise I'd have to pay a mulct,"

"What?! Tommy, why didn't you talk to Polly? Or to me? Do Arthur and John know that?"

"Just you,"

"My God," she scoffs, "we used to decide things together! Why didn't you call a family meeting?"

"A family meeting to decide if I should move or not? I'm not a kid, Ada, I don't need the family's permission,"

"Alright then, I'll call Polly and you'll tell that to her face!"

As Ada leaves the bedroom, Tommy tries to call her out of it, it's useless though, the Shelbys are stubborn and strong-willed, it runs the family.

In the meantime he hears Polly's steps coming upstairs, he lights up a cigarette, thinking that another whiskey glass could help him through a difficult conversation.

"Ada told me you're moving out," his aunt closes the door behind her back, "speak out, your aunt is listening,"

"I told her to not tell you yet,"

"She's just upset you're leaving, probably thought that now things would go back to normal,"

"I don't think they ever will, Pol," he admits.

"I know, that's why you're going away," she sits beside him, "tell me about your house, is it big?"

"Quite, yeah, a living room, kitchen, bathroom, two bedrooms and a garden,"

"Where is it?"

"Where else? Warwick,"

"Tommy, that's nearly an hour away from here!"

"Yep, you have to go away to escape from the city smoke,"

"Fuck, you're right," Polly suspires, "I suppose I didn't do bad then,"

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't going to tell, but I looked for a nurse to keep an eye on you,"

"Fucking hell," he complains, "I'm not sick,"

"You'll be if you don't sleep, she'll be here by four o'clock,"

"Well, I'll be in Warwick at this hour,"

"I'll give her a call and tell your new address,"

"I don't need a babysitter," he insists.

"Give it a shot, Tommy, the first two months are already paid off,"

"And where did this cash come from?"

"The same place where you got the cash to pay rent, the family's savings,"

"It's a fucking waste, dismiss her and get it back,"

"If she tell me you're fine then we dismiss her the next month,"

"You'd rather believe a stranger than me?"

"Tommy," she smirks, "you're my nephew, but you're also a bloody liar,"

"Uhm," he smiles and nods, unable to deny the truth.

"You already packed your bags, so when are you going?"

"After I help Finn to revise his fucking letter,"

"You should take him with you,"

"What?"

"Yeah, at least until John comes back, it'll be one less child for me to take care of," noticing Tommy's unwillingness, she continues, "you used to be so close when he was a baby, what changed?"

"He's not a baby anymore,"

"If you spent time together you'd know he is,"

The sunset is near when Tommy parks the car in front of his new house. The bags are on the backseat and Finn is sitting beside him with a backpack of clothes.

"Where am I going to sleep?" the boy asks.

"On the sofa," Tommy answers while climbing out of the car.

"You said there were two bedrooms!"

"There are, but it's not for you,"

"Why?!"

"We'll host a woman,"

"Oh, a woman?" Finn giggles, "Like Greta?"

Tommy's heart aches at the mention of his past lover. A characteristic pout forms on his lips as he unlocks the front door, he doesn't want to bring back such poor memories in a moment of new beginnings.

"No," he quietly says, "not like Greta."

The brothers bring their bags inside and settle themselves in the bedroom, Finn leaves his backpack in Tommy's wardrobe and both walk to the living room.

Tommy looks around without a clue of what to do, he had never moved to another house before.

"What now?" Finn asks.

"Why don't you go play outside?"

"I have no friends in here, nor toys," he sits on the sofa, "and I'm hungry,"

"Fuck, right," Tommy whispers to himself, then instructs, "take some shillings from my wallet and go buy things to make- uhm- soup,"

"Like what? And where?" Finn pouts.

"Garlic, tomatoes, onions and potatoes, at that small market we drove by, go on,"

"Do you even know how to make soup, Tom?"

"'Of course I do,"

"Fine," the boy whines.

Finn makes his leave and Tommy heads to the kitchen. He opens the empty cabinets and runs a fingertip on its surface, as he expected, the furniture is covered in dust.

He sighs with frustration before cleaning it with his own handkerchief, the expensive cloth shouldn't be used this way, but he has no other option.

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes pass and Tommy finishes cleaning the kitchen, he checks if the stove is working and waits for Finn to come back.

Outside, the boy carrying two paper bags walks slowly. Arriving in front of the house, Finn finds a lady with a suitcase.

"Excuse me," she calls, "I'm looking for Thomas Shelby, I was told he lives here,"

"Who are you?" he questions.

"I'm Y/N, a woman called Elizabeth Gray hired me to look after her nephew,"

"Oh…okay, come in," Finn awkwardly guides the lady in, Tommy didn't tell him they would host a nurse.

They enter the house in silence, he puts the heavy bags on the floor before calling, "Tom? Y/N is here!"

Tommy comes from the kitchen with a frown, but when his eyes meet her figure, he freezes for a second, questioning where the hell Polly found that woman.

Her widened eyes hold perceptible sadness, her white dress exposes her silhouette and matches the ring on her finger. She is too young to work as a home nurse, it could be dangerous for a beautiful lady like her.

She stares back at him, also surprised, nearly confused. The man before her eyes seems to be in his early thirties and have no need for special care, on contrary, his posture gives the impression he should be someone to be wary of. Then, she notices,

Blue.

His eyes are blue.

"Mr. Shelby?" she hesitantly calls.

"Yeah," he falls off his trance, "you must be Y/N,"

"Yeah, nice to meet you," she shakes his hand.

Tommy politely nods and they get awkwardly silent.

"Mrs. Gray said-"

"She paid you two months, yeah," he interrupts.

"Uhmm, Tommy?" Finn calls.

"Yeah?"

"Will you make the soup now?"

Both adults chuckle, relieved the kid cut the tension.

"Are you his father?" Y/N asks.

"Brother," Tommy explains, "Finn, show Y/N her room while I make your bloody soup, eh?"

"Oh, I can help, I love cooking," she offers, "if you can wait some more, of course,"

Finn looks between the nurse and his brother and shrugs off, "If you're a good cook,"

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gracesmusings · 1 year

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Love in the Stars

Y/N could see herself easily falling in love with the Weasley. He made haste to secure the staircase. He was quick to offer his arm. But most of all, he was safe. He would hold her heart like a star for safe keeping. But a star is not made to be hidden away, not even to be kept safe. No, it is meant to shine brightly and, despite all he could be, George Weasley could not make this heart shine.

Part 1

Stepping out of her room, Y/N pulls yet another feather from her robes. The twins had had great success with their Canary Creams, and the whole castle seemed to be affected by their feather antics.

The walk to the Great Hall was magnificent. Snow was thickly falling outside and Y/N could see the Beauxbaton's carriage next to Hagrid's hut. It looked like a frosted pumpkin nestled next to a gingerbread home.

“You’re telling me that someones asked that to the ball?” Malfoy snarks. “HEY!” He yelps as a hand wraps around the cloth near his neck and tugs. “Mudblood,” He snarls as his feet force themselves after his kidnapper.

“Not cool, L/N.” His gray eyes bore into the older Slytherin. “Sit.” Y/N motions towards the feast. Blaise chuckles as Malfoy follows the direction without a word. “Eat,” Y/N instructs those around her. “We do not have long before they shoo us out to set up for the ball.”

“Miss L/N,” Y/N can't help but smile as George’s over dramatic display going on behind her. From the look on Pansy’s face, it's a sight to behold. “My lady,” George rises from his bow as she turns in her seat to greet him. “My kind gentleman.” She takes his hand with grace. “Care to escort me to the ball?” He matches her raised eyebrow. A gentle squeeze to the hand, reassuring any qualms.

“I would be honored.” George leans down and presses a short kiss to her hand. Above his head, Y/N can see Angelina looking a little too peeved for someone who already has a date to the ball. “See you soon, love.”

After lunch, Y/N rushed upstairs to get dressed. George had discussed the possibility of them going together long before this morning, but Y/N had dismissed him every time. Last night Y/N had confided in him that she was unsure if she was going to attend the ball and George had dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

Yanking open her wardrobe, she reaches for the dress her mother sent her.

Just in case, Mom

It was a beautiful blood red gown that reached the floor. A slit rose to her mid-thigh and the neckline showed off just enough. “Thank you, mom.” Y/N spun around the room and faced the mirror.

Hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy hung from the starry black ceiling. Y/N was so captivated by the sight that she nearly missed the final step. “Whoa, love,” George steadies her with a firm hand on her waist. “You look.” George’s words get stuck in his throat. “Thank you, George.” Y/N smiles. Her hands come up to his tie, to subtly put some room between them. “There,” she says with a pat. “You look stunning too.”

He takes a step back and offers her his hand and navigates her through the lantern lit tables. “Is that…” Y/N motions towards the head table. George’s hand tightens around hers before quickly loosening. “Apparently, he has been promoted.” Percy gives a curt wave before turning back to Harry Potter. “Working for Crouch?” Y/N laughs. “Most stuck up job in the industry, I presume.” George laughs. “Probably fetching his tea, huh,” Y/N jokes. “Oh Percy, be a dear and make me a cuppa.”

“Making fun of Percy without me?” This time Y/N’s hand tightens around Georges. The couple turns around to greet a stunning Angelina and a–well a–Fred Weasley. His eyes catch Y/N’s. “You look–” “Hey, George,” Angelina cuts in and all eyes but Fred's cut to her. “Want to dance?” George looks at Y/N. “Go, George. If you say no, I am going to go dance with her and neither of you idiots will ever see either of us again.” “I second that.” Angelina’s eyes cut to Fred.

“Yes, ma’m,” Angelina pulls him to the dance floor. The Weird Sisters pick up in volume. “May I have this dance?” Fred offers his hand. Looking into his eyes, Y/N accepts. Their feet follow the rhythm with ease. “Mum taught me some lessons,” he explains. His fingers fawn out over the material resting on her waist. “You look breathtaking.” Y/N’s eyes close as the song slows, and he pulls her to his chest. “Please, say something.” His heart flutters under her ear.

“Why –” Fred waits patiently. “I thought–” Y/N takes a deep breath. With a step back and a slow spin, Fred pulls her back into his arms. “Why did you do that to him?” Her e/c eyes meet his brown eyes. “Why did you do that to me?” She feels her heart shatter.

“I didn't mean to. That was not how that was supposed to go, I promise, my love. Look,” he points up. Looking at the starry sky, her eyes catch on the mistletoe. “Fred,” Y/N groans. “No, look.” Past the mistletoe Y/N sees it. Everyone stands in awe as the fireworks light up the night sky. “Fred,” her hands tighten on his robes. “They were meant for you. Always for you.”

“What about that mistletoe, huh?” George glides past with Angelina, who gives a thumbs up.

“You are an idiot. You know that?” Y/N laughs. “A complete fool, both of them.” Angelina shouts before being twirled away. “Yeah, but I am your idiot if you will have me.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “Only if I can be your love.” Fred takes a step forward. His right foot separating her legs, a hand resting securely on the small of her back. He leans forward as she tilts back, waiting for her answer. “You have always been my love.” Grabbing his lapels, she tugs him towards her, securing them together as one.

Above them, the fireworks had disappeared and the stars read:

For my love, your darling idiot.

#fred and george #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #weasley twins #george weasley #gracesmusings #gracewrites #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #goblet of fire #yule ball #Christmas #Christmas Fanfiction #Harry Potter Christmas

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justarainydayy · 1 year

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neteyam x human!sleepdeprived!y/n

neteyams pov

i've been struggling to sleep the past few nights, and so once again i am wondering around the village when i notice the lab lights still on in the late hours of the night.

i know the exact person who is responsible for the light pouring out of the wide windows of the metal building.

"what are you still doing up?" i call out through the lab as i walk through the doors and grab an oxygen mask.

a gasp comes from y/n as her head lifts up from resting on her hand, turning in her chair to face me.

"neteyam, what are you doing up so late?" a yawn escaping her mouth as soon as she had finished speaking the last word of her question.

"i asked first." i respond as she spins back in her chair, looking over the work in front of her, "just trying to finish fixing this panel for the link unit."

i take a few steps closer, leaning in to look at the thin rectangular box in her hands and ask, "what's wrong with it?"

she lets out another yawn before answering, "it keeps shutting itself down and cutting norms avatar travels short." she gives her self a small smirk after making that comment.

"i bet he isn't too happy about that." she lets out a small exhale through her nose, "no he isn't, that's why i've been trying to fix it, but-" cutting herself off with another yawn. "-i can't seem to figure out what exactly is wrong."

"maybe you should get a good night's rest and start back up in the morning?" trying to convince her to get at the very least a few hours of sleep after her excessive yawns through our short conversation.

shaking her head, she gives a small grumble, "i'm so close to fixing," she blinks her eyes a couple times trying to wake herself, "i can feel it," hunching over more to get closer to the exposed wires of the metal box in her hands.

only for her head to continue falling before crashing on the desk before shooting back up with a sharp inhale before looking around at her surroundings, confused.

"when was the last time you slept?" i question her with a frown on my face as i move around the chair to stand next to her sitting form. "mm, a few days ago?" her face scrunched as her answer came out as more of a question.

i pick up the metal rectangle from her hands and place in back down on the desk infront of her, saying "maybe you should go to bed." looking at her face closer, i see just how deep the dark bags under her eyes had become and a slight red mark on her forehead from banging it on the desk.

"just a few more minutes.... i'm so close to finishing." her words slightly slurred together. i could only give a small smile and shake my head before grabbing the arm of her chair and spinning it the face me.

"come on, i'll take you to bed, cause i really doubt you'll make it there yourself." starting to pick up the small girl, reaching one arm under her knees and the other around her back.

"mhm," she lets out as a small agreement before her head falls back and i start walking through the lab towards the human sleeping quarters.

walking down a narrow hallway with doors on either side, every few steps, i finally make it to y/n's room, inputting her room code to open the door.

ducking slightly through the frame, the door closing itself behind me, and turning the light on for a brief second before turning it off, y/n let out a light hiss as it agitated their eyes.

the room was small, really only having space for the bed, wardrobe, a small mirror screwed into the wall, and the small window above the end of the bed.

'this room is probably as long as i am tall.'

shuffling around the books, clothes, and other random items on the floor, i try to make it towards the bed in the corner of the room without stepping on anything.

i manage to carefully place y/n on their bed as they start to stir awake from their light sleep.

"mmm, neteyam, can you stay?" y/n mumbles before stretching and rolling from her back and onto her side.

"i would be happy to, but i don't think i'd fit on your human bed," i say, looking at the entire length of the room once again.

y/n let's out a deep sigh. "you could just curl up like a little woodsprite," she explains while bringing one of her hands up infront of her squinted eyes and pinching her fingers together, only leaving a small gap between her index and thumb.

the small amount of light in the room just allows me to see the soft, small smile on y/n face.

squatting down to be face-to-face with her, i bring my hand up and rest it on the side of her head, cupping the majority of her head in just one hand.

"you're so cute when you're sleepy," i tell her as my thumb slowly rubs back and forth on her check bone, "does that mean you'll stay?" her big eyes looking up at mine, i swear i could see all of polyphemus in them.

giving y/n a small smirk before standing up, "yeh i'll stay but you'll need to scoot over," then laying down on the bed.

stretching my legs out to see just how small y/ns bed was compared to me, i wasn't shocked when my knees hung off the end on the bed and my feet just scratched the wall, before rolling on my side and bending my knees enough till just my feet hanging off the bed.

"you should put your mask on before you fall asleep." looking toward the girl laying infront of me before looking down at the silicone mask hanging around my neck, which i had completely forgotten about.

"it won't be too loud for you, will it?" i ask, wanting to make sure i wouldn't disturb her much-needed sleep. "no, of course not." y/n answers, giving me a small doe-eyed smile.

i give her a nod before putting the strings of the mask over my head and pulling the plastic over my nose and mouth. looking back up to y/n i see her eyes are already closed and breath is steady.

"sleep tight."

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#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #reader insert #x reader #human reader #wattpad #just a rainy day

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lex-n-weegie · 8 months

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September Selfship Prompts

4. Trying on outfits(technically?)

Paring(s): Darius x Laika

Warning(s): None

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"Come'on, follow me." Darius basically commanded, Laika rolling their eyes and following the witch.

"This isn't that necessary-"

"You've been wearing the same four outfits for over two months. It is very much necessary." They followed him into his work room, looking through his bookshelf and pulling out a random one with a leather cover. He flipped through it, mulling over a few of the pages before he summoned an abomination to hold open the book. It was obvious by now, it was a book of various different clothing designs.

"Did you make clothing designs for me?" Laika asked with an amused look. Darius paused, then turned around and posed Laika how he needed.

"Perhaps. What if I did?"

"Dork." They replied.

"You wrote me a song, you're much dorkier than I will ever be."

"Okay okay, fair."

Laika had to admit, the designs he drew were beautiful. She remembered that before the mentorship with the old Golden Guard, he mentioned wanting to go into clothing design. Admittedly they weren't too sure if he continued to pursue that in any fashion once coven head business took over, but it seems he had.

Though, she also noticed each page had a witch base with the clothes drawn on top. Seemed like he still struggled with anatomy, which was mildly amusing.

"What are you smiling at?" Darius questioned, already kind of knowing the answer and smirking.

"Oooh nothing." They rolled their eyes and tilted their head, only for his abomination ponytail to reach out and grab the bottom of her face, putting it right back where it was before.

"Please don't move, I'd like to not stab you with a needle."

"But it'd be so romantic." She teased, only to quiet down when Darius pointed a newly acquired sewing needle at them.

"I can't make you a brand new wardrobe, at least not today. However once I get your measurements I can make clothing for you without you needing to be here." He explained, an abomination grabbing some different colors and textured fabric.

"It kind of seems like a lot of work. Are you-"

"Don't even." He interrupted, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're worth whatever trouble you think this is." She smiled softly, wanting to reach out and hug him but deciding to stay still like he asked.

"Thank you honey."

"Not a problem in the slightest. Now, how about a dress? That's a good start."

"Oh, absolutely yes! Could it be red? Maybe with blue trims or something?" The bell on his tail jingled as his tail swished back and forth.

"I think I have something perfect in here then."

#lex writes #our love isn't an illusion #laika whispers #🦉🚪#selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #self ship #last one for now btw college lol

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winxanity-ii · 1 month

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 02 Chapter 02 | stuck-in⌟

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You hummed a slow tune under your breath as you stuffed extra streamers into a trash bag.

After lunch, you and Seora were once again separated as you both had to head back to your respective groups to finish setting up.

Everyone then spent the next four hours rushing around, fixing up the room that the fan-meeting would be held in.

"Great job, you guys! The room looks amazing!" Sang-hun smiled, his voice echoing in the large room. "Since the time is nearing nine o'clock, that means that the concert is close to ending."

You halted in your steps, mind short-circuiting at the preppy, grey-haired male's words; you completely forgot that a concert was currently going on as you all were preparing the room for the fan-meeting.

"I now ask everyone to exit and make their way down the hall, where we will have group photos taken before being dismissed."

Setting the box down by the other boxes, you followed after the other volunteers.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to take off your jacket. Its red color clashes against the purple of the volunteer shirts and would stand out." A random woman, who had 'Section Leader' on her shirt, told you with an apologetic look on her face before moving on to another volunteer with a similar wardrobe error as yourself.

You frowned as you pulled the hoodie off of your body, internally screaming about how much you didn't want to do so; it was sort of like a shield between you and the world, and now without it, you felt kind of naked.

With your hoodie draped over the side of your arm, you began following the crowd of volunteers out of the room once more. Before you completely left the room, you decided to sit the jacket down on a long, metal table, opting to come back for it after the pics were taken.

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"I would like to once again thank everyone for volunteering and helping out." Mrs. Lee smiled as she stood in front of the room filled with volunteers. "Now that the concert has ended, this is the end of your volunteer work and the beginning of the fan-meeting.

Please grab a gift bag on your way out as we prepare to transition BTS from the concert hall to here. Once again, thank you all for your service, and have a wonderful night."

Soft conversations flowed as everyone began to break away.

"Come on, let's head out." Seora found her way next to you, nodding towards the exit.

As you both followed behind a group exiting the room, you rubbed your face, cheeks a bit sore from all of the big smiles you had to conjure up for the photos.

"Hey, you good?" Seora stared over at you in a bit of concern.

"Yeah, I just never had to smile so much."

A snort left your best friend's body, "Wow, way to sound so asocial."

About halfway out the door, you remembered something. "Shit. I almost forgot my hoodie."

"Where is it?"

"I think I left it back in the room where the fan-meeting is being held."

Seora allowed a low whistle to exit her mouth. "Ooh. That's kinda fucked up."

You rubbed your arms in worry. "Do you think they'll let me get it before it starts?"

"Probably not. Remember, they're moving BTS to the room as we speak, so they'll most likely have guards posted around the area."

You began to bite on the inside of your cheek, anxious at the thought of being unable to retrieve your jacket as well as the possibility of it being thrown away.

Seeing the look on your face, Seora gave your shoulder a firm pat. "Hey, don't fret too much. Though I said they wouldn't let us go back there, that doesn't mean we can't try."

"But what if we get caught?"

"Then we get caught. I mean, the worst that can happen is us going to jail and being charged with some type of assault or stalking charge, but if it means getting your hoodie back, then I'd gladly spend the night in a cell."

You calmed down a bit at her words, "Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Hell yeah! What kind of a bestie would I be if I let you go to jail by yourself?" Seora smiled, giving your arm a little nudge, "So let's go get it."

Using the moving group of volunteers as a cover, the two of you broke away and dashed down the hall. After a few minutes of sprinting and dodging fretting workers, you and Seora arrived at the door.

"Alright, we're here." The metal door had a poster of the seven-membered band, something that wasn't there before.

Grabbing the handle, you creaked open the door, peeking inside of the small hall. After a few seconds of waiting, you heard no footsteps or voices that indicated someone was there. "Okay, I think it's empty. Let's go."

As you made a move to sneak inside, Seora stopped you with a hissed, "Wait a sec."

You turned to face her, wanting to know why she did so. "What? Aren't you gonna come with me?"

"I can't. I have to stay behind and watch out for anyone coming."

Your head nodded in understanding. It made more sense for only one of you to retrieve the jacket instead of both. "Okay, I'll be quick."

Sending you two thumbs up, Seora gave you a bright smile. "Good luck, chump."

Shaking your head, you cracked open the door wide enough for you to slip inside, shutting it behind you with a faint 'click'.

Tiptoeing further into the area, you made your way down a mini hall before coming into a familiar area; your eyes immediately spotted your bright red jacket hanging off of the metal table covered in a long purple cloth.

As you made your way towards the table, you were able to make out the faint sound of conversations and clicking cameras beyond the tall black curtains that shielded the rest of the room from the back area.

Curious, you made a small detour past the table towards the opening of the curtains. A shocked gasp left your lips at the sight of nearly two hundred people seated out in the area, talking excitedly amongst one another, while several photographers took photos of everything.

"Nope. Nope. Nope." Backing away from the curtains, you quickly turned around, making your way back towards the table. Just as you picked up your red hoodie, you heard the opening of the metal door.

Head shooting up, you panicked for a bit before recalling having Seora out there as the lookout.

She would have warned you if it were anyone else.

With this in mind, you felt yourself calm down. But, before you could open your mouth and call out her name, a wicked idea sprang through your head: this would be the perfect opportunity to get payback for her scaring you last week.

As you heard the footsteps nearing, you quickly grabbed the jacket and ducked underneath the table.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you couldn't help but allow an evil-like cackle to echo inside of your mind as a pair of feet came into view.

This will no doubt be the scare of the month, you thought, picturing the frightened expression on your dear friend's face when you scare the fuck out of her.

As the feet came closer to the table, you mentally prepared yourself to reach forward and grab her by the ankles. Okay, in one...two...thㅡ

Your thoughts were immediately cut off in shock as the pair of feet were joined by six other pairs.

As your mind raced to piece everything together, you watched as the seven pairs of shoes were pulled out from under the chairs seated at the table, sitting down; you were met with a plethora of different shoe brands and colors.

Wait...seven?

Time seemed to stop as it finally clicked.

The sound of the curtains getting pulled backfilled your ears before being overshadowed by the exclamations of excited fans.

"The moment you've all been waiting for...BTS!" Eyes wide, your mouth dropped in horror at the announcer's words; you were a mere centimeters away from the one and only BTS.

Shit.

***HAHAHAHA

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