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twinkodium · 4 months

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𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓃? (𝐿𝒩𝟦)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!best friend!reader

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ Sexual activity, oral sex, little hint of anal, sub!Lando (getting control in the end as a reward 😌)‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Smut

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 2,1K

ᥫ᭡ Summary: Lando’s unhinged stream leads to something sexy that neither of them are going to forget for hell of a long time.

ᥫ᭡ A/N: Pretty nervous about this ngl 🥴 please, be gentle with me, I’m still improving 🫣 BIG BIG FOREHEAD KISSES and virtual hug to @lattesqueeze for beta reading 🥺 the sweetest friend you could ask for 🥹

ᥫ᭡ Taglist: @slugesh @formulahuh @laciijane @izzief1rambles @httpiastri @481boxboxbaby @papayaaa04

‼️+18 content under the cut! Minors, please, do not interact ‼️

You make your way silently towards Lando's streamer room and knock on the slightly ajar door.

You’ve been having the time of your life watching Lando’s unhinged stream, hearing all of his moans and sexual innuendos. Even though you two are best friends, you can’t help the butterflies going wild in your stomach every time you see him shirtless, or even have him in your close proximity. One whiff of his masculine scent sends your heart rate into a rollercoaster ride, your breath quickens, and you would like nothing else but wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a sweet kiss. For starters.

You catch a sight of his muscular body trembling in his chair as a painful whimper leaves his mouth.

‘Are you alright Lando?’ You stroll closer to see him better but he immediately stops his actions after hearing your voice behind him.

‘I'm good, don't worry. You can leave.’ He clears his throat but his raspy voice sends shivers down your spine, leaving goosebumps on your bare arms.

You don't back away and your sudden confidence pushes you forwards to get even closer and stand right in front of his sitting form. Your hungry eyes roam over his clothed well built pecs, down to the prominent bulge in his sweats.

‘Someone seems excited and already throbbing.’ His dick twitches under your gaze, wetting more of the already damp material. ‘You know, I can help you out.’ You swipe your tongue over your chapped lips - just the thought of getting your hands and mouth on him makes your pussy clench.

Lando starts squirming even more, his hands turning white as he grips the armrest of his gaming chair. His big green eyes widen at your suggestion, and he might be a gentleman for not jumping on the idea but it excites him more than it should. He has never been immune to your beauty, but in his eyes you deserve better than him. Someone who is always by your side, every step of the way. Hyping you up, supporting you whenever you get big promotions. Not like him who is always on the road and would miss every important event.

You don’t wait for his response, his body language gives you the green light to approach the needy boy. You push together his spreaded legs - caging his hard dick between them - to kneel on the chair and position yourself over his thighs. His hands quickly find your hips, halting you to shimmy closer to his aching member.

‘Maybe we shouldn’t.’ He puffs out the words, already struggling to hold back his needs and pulling you closer, feeling your body against his.

‘Or maybe we just have to give in finally and stop denying what we both feel and want.’ You separate his hands from your body, intertwining your fingers and pushing his hands above his head. The way the muscles in his arms ripple by the movement makes you even hornier. You slide forward in his lap, sitting right on his dick. Both of you sigh from satisfaction, enjoying the torturous friction between your bodies.

‘Tell me, who were you thinking of when those pornographic sounds left your pretty lips?’ You whisper the question directly to his ear, following the wake of the goosebumps traveling down the side of his neck. You shift your hips, pressing your crotch into his more, coating the inside of your pants with your juices. You’re so turned on, if you have to wait longer, you might combust. Lando is just as gone, head tilted back showing off his thick, muscular neck, teeth digging into his lower lip. He wiggles under you, can’t help but search for more contact. He thrusts his hips upwards, pushing the fabric to your wet folds.

‘You… fuck! You’re the protagonist in my wet dreams.’ His pants get even more uncomfortable as his dick wants to be released from the painful but sweet pressure.

‘What a privilege! What was in your pretty mind today? Let’s see if we can turn your fantasies into a reality.’ You leave wet, sloppy kisses along his jawline and down his neck to suck an obnoxiously purple mark on his collarbone.

‘My dick shoved into your warm mouth, you riding me fast and hard.’ His voice hitches in his throat as you quicken the rhythm of your hips and grind your clothed pussy over his mouth-watering length.

‘Hmmm… vivid imagination there Mr. Norris.’ You slide off his lap to get on your knees, running your fingers up from his ankles over his trembling thighs to the waist of his pants. You tap his right side to make him lift up his lower body. He understands the assignment, and helps you push the material down his toned legs. His dick springs free, slapping against his lower abdomen, sticking to his extraordinarily orange t-shirt. ‘No underwear. You’re a filthy man, Lan.’

A shriek echoes through the quiet room as you wrap your hand around his member, circling your thumb over his tip, smudging his pre-cum. You trace the prominent vein on the underside of his cock with featherlight touches before finally grasping the base. In a teasing measure, you blow cold air onto his wet tip, causing him to writhe under your touch. You stick your tongue out to get a taste of him, licking up his whole length, and fluttering your eyelashes innocently as you lock eyes with his hooded ones, almost closed by the overstimulation you torture him with.

‘Please.’ You understand perfectly what he asks from you. Hearing him beg gives you the upper hand that causes a big grin to break across your face. You finally push him through the threshold of your lips, descending onto him torturously slow. He buckles his hip upwards to shove his dick deeper and faster into your sloppy opening.

You detach yourself from him, sitting back before declaring your disapproval of his action. ‘Be a good boy and stop moving, I’m in charge here. Bad boys don’t get what they want.’ He pouts his lips in apology, not trusting his voice to speak up. ‘Are you a good boy, Lando?’ He nods rapidly, painfully pushing his lower half upwards, silently asking for you to get back to pleasure him.

You could be cruel and deny him, edging him crazy after misbehaving but you’re just as turned on as him, pleased by having power over him. You lean forward yet again to get him inside your mouth. While you have experience with blowjobs, Lando’s sporting the biggest dick you’ve ever had the delight of playing with. You get as much of him as you can down your throat but leave your hand around the other half of him. He desperately wants to comb his fingers into your hair to be in control but he remembers your warning just a few minutes ago which makes him change his mind and claw the edge of his chair instead.

You feel his impatience and quicken your bobbing up and down to get him closer to his release. The sounds he makes are music to your ears, urging you to go even faster and deeper. You feel him hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. Tears roll down your cheeks, saliva coating your chin, the stretch is almost unbearable but you don’t stop until you hear his cries.

‘F-fuck…. I-I’m so close, r-right there!’ His fingers are digging into the leather of his seat, strangled noises filling the place as he chases his orgasm. You pull off his spit soaked dick leaving him panting. A disappointed whine breaks free deep from his lungs. ‘Why did you do that? I was a good boy.’ He raises his hand to help himself to release but you slap it away, making him moan in frustration.

‘The only way you’re going to cum today is deep inside me.’ You get undressed at neck breaking speed, way too eager to have his thick dick pulsating between your walls. You grab the hem of his shirt to pull over his upper body, wanting to see every inch of his olive skin. You lead your gaze over the rippling muscles of his abs and pecs, his blissed out eyes ogling your nakedness, fighting the urge to grab your hips and force you to take your well deserved seat.

You don't hesitate much longer, placing your knees either side of his thighs and hovering over that prettily arching cock of his. You grasp it to slide the crown between your folds, dripping your fluids all over it before pushing it through your entrance.

Both of you sigh at the feeling of being connected the most intimate way possible. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, sinking your nails into his flesh to balance yourself.

‘You’re deliciously tight. Just for me.’ He buries his sweaty face into your neck, biting down the side of it, marking you up as his. ‘It’s unfair that you’re still wearing a shirt… C-can I take it off, please?’ He learned his lesson to ask before acting, not ready to be left abandoned when he’s so close to have you and making his most recent fantasy come true.

You hiss in response, can’t really think about anything else but his dick buried deep in you. He skilfully free you from your loose T-shirt, revealing your lace, papaya-coloured bra. Your nipples are so hard that they’re poking through the thin fabric, asking to be touched and caressed. You sit on him, motionless, enjoying the feeling for a little longer before moving your hips up at snail pace, almost letting his dick slide out before slapping down on his full length, crying out by the stretch. ‘S-shit! You’re so much bigger than I thought!’

‘You can take it baby.’ He flexes his hips to glide further inside. If you weren’t already fucked out, you’d scold him for taking back a bit of control, but your sense of reasoning is out of the window, your mind is blank. ‘I wanna touch you so bad, may I?’

You want to reject his request but your movements start to get sloppier as tiredness takes over your body. You continue riding him at a slow speed while whimpering your answer into his ear.

It takes him no time to slide his big hands to your ass, grabbing and slapping the skin raw. He leans his head towards one of your standing nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud once or twice before taking it between his lips to suck on it properly for good measure. Now you’re the one turning into a trembling mess, all your senses are on fire by the touch of the boy underneath you. He helps you move up and down on his cock, getting closer to both of your orgasms.

Lando thrusts up to meet your rhythm, earning a high pitched moan as a response. His mind is spinning, wanting nothing more than to make you come on his cock. His lips find your collarbone, grazing his teeth over the sensitive spot before sucking a mark over it, matching with the one you left on him earlier. One of his hands slip down from your ass cheek, his index finger putting pressure on your asshole, rounding over the tight rim a few times before slowly moving inside.

Your breath hitches, the sudden action pushing you over the edge. You reach your climax, shouting Lando’s name, biting down into his shoulder. Your clenching walls milk him perfectly, shooting his load in long stripes deep inside you.

You peck the side of his neck while trying to slow down your rapid breathing. The fact that you fucked your best friend just registers in your mind, and you are afraid to raise your head and look into his eyes. You don’t want to see his regret and disgust.

‘You have my mark on you, now you’re mine and only mine. No one can get their hands on you anymore.’ His hand strokes your messy hair, gently pulling you away from his neck to stare back at you lovingly. The love and affection sparkes in his green eyes, warming your whole body and making your heart skip a beat.

He seals his promise with a sweet kiss, not wanting to deepen it before he cleans you up and has you all to himself comfortably in his bed.

‘Let’s take a bath and tuck you in in my bed.’ His smile makes you turn into mush, letting him pick you up and take you to the bathroom. You only wrap your legs around his tiny waist and arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his messy curls and kissing his swollen lips.

‘Love you Lando!’ His gaze softens as he looks down at your sleepy, half closed eyelids.

‘Love you too, more than anything!’ He couldn’t be happier that he didn’t hold back that day on stream, letting all of his horniness show on main, filling his mind and eventually turning you on to make the first move. The beginning of something beautiful and lasting forever.

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feliciasharpclaws · 7 months

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✯ 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻

call it what you want | a. leclerc

arthur leclerc x fem! american actress! oc!

faceclaim: lola tung

a/n: hi :) english is not my first language, it's actually spanish, so there are most likely spelling errors. also, this was completly rewritten, i had already posted another 2 parts of basically the same story but i never wrote the part 3. so i rewrite it and i really hope you like it.

warnings: spelling mistakes, intentional lowercase

a while ago, adeline summers was the darling of the silver screen, adored and admired by fans all across the globe. however, her blissful stardom crashed down like a castle of cards when she ended things with her popular boyfriend, who was also an actor. she was soon the subject of crude internet drama and hated by all faces of social media. driven to despair by the constant hate and backlash, she decided to take a break from the spotlight. she slipped away unnoticed one night, leaving behind the world of glam and paparazzi, to find peace and solace in the unseen corners of the world. adeline found herself in monaco, a warm haven tucked away from the hustle-bustle. she spent her days strolling along the coastline, reading books, avoiding any forms of media, and getting lost in the magnificence of the endless azure. she was healing, slowly perhaps, but surely.

one afternoon, while she was quietly sitting on a park bench, a guy approached her. dressed in casual attire, there was a serenity about him that immediately caught adeline's attention. the guy, who introduced himself as arthur, was also escaping the prying eyes of society. arthur was a formula 2 driver, whose love-life had become a free-for-all, as his relationship with his current ex-girlfriend had ended on bad terms. burnt out by the media's relentless scrutiny and rumor-mongering, he found solace in solitude, just like adeline. it was refreshing for both of them to find someone who understood their plight.

after a few friendly encounters in monaco, arthur suggested that they take a spontaneous trip to lake como in italy. hesitant at first, adeline finally agreed, seeing it as an opportunity to further escape the social storm back home. as they spent time on the serene shores of lake como, away from the world's view, mutual comfort turned into attraction and eventually into a deep affection. they found solace in each other's arms, their simultaneous heartbreaks healing in sync. days that started with watching sunrises over the lake and ended with the sharing of deepest secrets under the moonlight were etched in their hearts.

together, they indulged in italy, taking boat rides, picnicking amidst the lush grapevines, and sipping wine as the sun kissed the horizon. it seemed both were meant to meet, meant to heal, meant to fall in love, at a time when they despised the world the most but needed companionship the most. months passed, and the internet could only speculate about adeline's whereabouts. little did they know she was no longer the same woman. she was in love, completely head over heels, in love with a guy who knew her for who she was, not the superstar she was painted to be.

adeline and arthur decided to try the public life once again, but this time united. with a bizarre twist of fate, the same public, who once hated them, welcomed them back warmly. the internet which had once been a cause of their isolation, now flooded with wishes and love, celebrating the very bond they despised before. after all, adeline had found love in the most unexpected place, with the most unexpected guy, but at the perfect time. it was her disappearance that led her to find true love and acceptance. it wasn't an easy ride, but it was worth it. the american actress, who was once hated, made a spectacular comeback, not alone, but with the love of her life by her side.

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welcometololaland · 8 months

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Are you ready to get (un)professional?

NOW COMPLETE

(UN)PROFESSIONAL SERVICES | CHAPTER 7/7 | TARLOS | E

Please see enclosed the seventh and final chapter of the unprofessional professional services Tarlos AU by @rmd-writes and I.

Thank you so much to @celeritas2997 for beta reading and for supervising our spiralling! 1000000 fruit baskets for you.

Chapter 1 - Identify the Lead

Chapter 2 - Connect with the Lead

Chapter 3 - Understand the Lead

Chapter 4 - Close the Deal (Part 1)

Chapter 5 - Close the Deal (Part 2)

Chapter 6 - Always have a Contingency Plan

Chapter 7 - Epilogue

As it turns out, the gods of the subway system are smiling down on TK today because their usual train is running just late enough for them to squeeze on at the last minute. He tries not to be too smug about it as he watches Carlos lean against the door of the packed carriage as it speeds through the tunnels, pretending to read the news on his phone. He’s only made aware of the pretending part when Carlos looks up at him after a few minutes and whispers, “So, when can I return the favour?” Cottoning on to the innuendo, TK tries not to look too pleased and begs his body to behave – getting a hard on around so many people would be kind of problematic. “Tomorrow night,” he replies. “I’ll be expecting something good because that floor wasn’t easy on my knees.” Carlos fixes TK with a challenging look. “I’ll think about it,” he says softly. “I have time tonight, while I’m home alone with nothing else to do.” “I’m ditching my mom,” TK murmurs, trying to keep his tone conversational. “I just remembered I have plans.” “Mhm?” Carlos hums, evidently trying to retain the veneer of being politely engaged. “With your di—” “TK.” TK snorts. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.”

Continue on Ao3

#prepare to get Very Unprofessional #screeching seagulls unite #(un)professional services #(un)profesh #911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #lola writes #rmd writes #raelola write #lolarae write

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enam3l · 1 year

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in my worlds, robin's parents are chill crunchy stoners

inspired by this!! by @steveshairychest we don't have enough robin lore. we need more.

So often children are the antithesis of their parents and no more so than in the case of the Buckleys. Two hippies who fell in love at a protest on their college campus, both black sheep in their middle class families. Now they're older, married and have a daughter but never grew out of the bohemian lifestyle. They one day got lost on the way back from Woodstock, finding themselves in Hawkins. Taken by the scenic forests and amused at its small town charm, they relocate with baby Robin.

An abandoned plot of land is cultivated into a haven of produce. Thus Buckley's Roots n Fruits is born, an organic, holistic grocery store. It raises the eyebrows of Karen Wheeler and her yummy mummy crew. Yet appreciated by the likes of Wayne Munson and Joyce Byers, the Buckley's being generous and offering freebies on old produce and accepting IOUs. Eddie never lets on he doesn't know Robin as the trumpet girl, but as the daughter of his best clients. Any community complaints fall on Hopper's deaf ears, in his eyes they take of people in need and let him in on a herbal hangover secret.

But to Robin, she is everything they are not. She's sick with nerves over exams whilst they tell her they're proud no matter what. She panics about the cost of college despite them telling her they'll always find a way. She threatens to call the CDC convinced she has Dengue fever but they choose to soothe her with folk songs and a herbal home brew. To them, Robin is an anomaly but they adore her for it anyway. They could never wish for her to change, only for her to stop letting anxieties dictate her life.

Then Robin bonds with Steve, drawn in by his mothering. She admires his grumpy moods and desire for control because he's everything she's wanted in her life. The best thing is, Steve is a constant because like his own, her parents can come and go. Gallivanting on strange retreats and experiences all across the country. But Steve always tries to explain, that unlike his, her parents care. She always knows exactly where they are, how to contact them and is left with enough food or money for the duration.

Steve loves her parents, his heart full when they call him an honorary Buckley. Even if their approach to life is strange to him, at least they're full of love. Not once do they bat an eyelid because he's always at their house. Never questions where they're going because they understand best friendship is sacred. They appreciate he cares for Robin in ways she believes they can't. There's always a seat at the table for Steve, a spare bed ready made, a present on his birthday and a little stocking at Christmas.

But there's one important thing that her parents never do. They never ever question Robin's relationship with Steve. No toe curlingly embarrassing moments of them calling him her boyfriend. They hope that telepathically, she'll one day somehow know that they don't care what she does or who she loves, as long as she's happy and a good person. That any secret is safe with them, they'll never shun their baby girl. Plus, they're not blind - they saw how as a young teen, Robin would ogle at their Carly Simon records.

#robin buckley #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #enam3l love lola #enam3ls rockstar eddie #steddie

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inchidentally · 3 months

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It’s giving engineering student Oscar on the first day of his Motorsport internship!!!!!

(BFBFFBFBFB he's lucky he's so gd beautiful bc he rly said 'let me find the most boring backdrop I possibly ca--ooh is tha empty tarmac? perfect')

dj!escort!Lando is booked at MTC for a gig to unveil their new car and decides to scroll their socials while flying back from Vietnam w Martin. first he sees Oscar posing stiffly in the new odd shirtdress race suit and decides why not zoom in on it. who he at first thought was just some kid turns out to have a beautiful slim waist and mile long legs under the suit. pretty little hands too. oh and the face... is very good. defined jaw and cheekbones, cute nose, pretty brown eyes. the kind of soft hair you want to run your fingers through after sex. the mouth is more intriguing than he'd first thought. pretty pink lips and sort of pouty. would probably turn hot pink after being kissed for an hour. maybe even a blood red after blowing Lando in the-- damn. Lando has to adjust himself and close out the photos.

so maybe he spends the rest of the plane ride ignoring the rest of the guys by going to this Oscar Piastri's accounts. gets absolutely stuck on a picture he'd posted that day with a middle aged emoji and terrible photo composition. but god if the pretty face and mussed soft hair doesn't more than make up for it. he looks like he's had nothing but vanilla sex, safe amounts of alcohol and the only excitement in his life is driving F1 cars. which to be fair looks fucking amazing.

but Oscar deserves to get wild sometimes. deserves to get absolutely wrecked. because from what Lando can tell, the guy almost never takes time off unless its to visit his family Australia. if he's not racing then he's in the simulator or he's in meetings or training. and god, the body he has under those team issued clothes. lean and strong in the arms and legs and waist but surprisingly thick and curvy in the ass and pecs. Lando can picture all that pale skin stretched out on his hotel bed, turning pink wherever Lando's big tan hands grope him. how embarrassed he'd get when Lando squeezes an entire pec in his hands and draws a nipple into his mouth. the cute way he'd flush up and probably throw a hand over his eyes when Lando slung each of the boy's knees over his shoulders and gave him a perineum beard burn he'd feel for days.

Lando startles when one of the road crew knocks over an entire bottle of champagne. by the time he looks back at the awkwardly smiling photo of Oscar out in wherever the hell he was, doing testing or whatever, Lando feels almost ashamed about what he has planned for this nerdy kid who clearly has no idea how hot he is.

but when he finally meets Oscar in person and realizes the boy has at least three inches height on him - most of which seems to run in his legs - Lando gives him a sharktooth grin, a thorough once over that has the boy blushing pink, and ignores everything the weird American dude is saying to him.

#inchreplies #momsforfishsticks #lola alert #my fic #(It's not fic obv but filing it there)#ohhhhhhh you made me do this !!! you can't just send me these things and not expect this !!#my writing

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padawansuggest · 4 months

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Since some of you MIGHT know the fact that I am obsessed with the eldritch possibilities of the Force in Star Wars (especially since not many people know that the Time Travel fic is about to get Super Fuckin Weird soon and that’s saying something cause I’m writing this after I’ve already revealed that most of the clones are gonna end up back in time) aaaaaaaaaand I am also the type of autist that takes things SUPER literally in a way that makes me hate poetry, take music seriously, and ‘visual poetry’ is not real wdym that’s just an alternate universe where weird shit happens-

Anyways. I have always been somewhat obsessed with Star Wars Visions since it came out, and my fave episode is S2E1: Sith. Earlier I was thinking about the speeder cycle that Lola has in it, and I wanna find out what type of cycle that is so I can put it in a fic (I think in the fic where Jaster finds Obi-Wan in the jungle and adopts him and brings him home, he would eventually get Obi-Wan one for like his 18th birthday or something, saying ‘it’s nearly crash proof’ only for him and Jango and Arla to watch in worry the entire time Obi is on it because ‘👁️👄👁️ the lot worker that sold me it said it wasn’t possible to go that fast on it’ and now Boga is trying to bite it when Obi passes her and they are SO worried)-

But the other reason I wanna rewatch it rn!!! Is because I take the visuals very literally. And I think I wasn’t the only one obviously but apparently a lot of other people completely ignored the visuals, saying it’s part of the metaphor but I’m over here like screeching at my caseboard like ‘THE VISUALS ARE LITERALLY HER HIDING HER PRESENCE IN THE FORCE SHE HAS SHADED HERSELF INTO ANOTHER BRANCH OF THE UNIVERSE TO HIDE FROM HER MASTER’ like. Honey. It’s the force. It’s not just visual metaphor bruh she’s found a way to hide in the edges of the universe and her look of colour on the galaxy is how she continues to sustain herself with minimal interaction with the universe!!!

‘Oh but why can she still fight her Sith master-‘ don’t be dense you shit, when she found a door that was already fully coated in colour despite it being non-living, she was clearly shocked and tried to get into it, without realizing that was a Sith portal BACK into the world of physical being and the only way her master could trap her into dealing with him!!!!!

Anyways. I want to make Lola a character in fics the same way I have Jaster or Fay in fics. They’re not big screen characters or even well known characters, but fans seem to love all of them.

And in the time travel fic it would actually make sense for Obi-Wan to accidentally run into her at a certain point and charm her with his big smiles and complimenting her paintings and grin really big and point to his mouth and say he lost his fang caps recently so his fangs are all tiny again, aren’t they cute??? Anyways. Yeah.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #star wars visions #swv Lola #eldrich horror #my fics #time travel #a traveling circus

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sunriseabram · 2 months

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Summary: Every single time Neil goes to sleep, he watches Andrew die a brutal death. No matter how hard he tries, he is powerless to save him.

Or 5 times Neil deals with his nightmares alone, and the 1 time he leans on Andrew for help.

Inspired by this animatic by @wuzeio

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lorarri · 7 days

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★ . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

summary , a collaboration leads to fights disses and eventually blossoms into a whirlwind romance that no one saw coming

pairing , fashion desginer! charles leclerc x fem! f1 driver! reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | sol’s masterlist | f1 masterlist

CHARLES LECLERC

bonjour! it's Charles Leclerc the head fashion designer of Aurora Balletic I asked your manager for your number because I wanted to personally ask you if you would consider doing a campaign and also being a brand ambassador for Aurora Balletic

Y/N L/N

hello! yes I would love to!

forward me the details

CHARLES LECLERC

link

my team will contact your team to set a date for the first meeting

Y/N L/N

perfect! can't wait!

yourinstagram . 3hrs ago

seen by charles_leclerc landonorris 87,287,106 others

CHARLES LECLERC

so what do you think about the idea's for the campaign

Y/N L/N

yeah...they are good

but a bit out there for my taste

could we possibly consider going back to the drawing board

CHARLES LECLERC

well I'm known for weird shit

and you already signed the contract....soo

so pick 3 looks that you like the most

and let's try and work together to make something that we both like

Y/N L/N

okay...

but for the love of god I'm not wearing leggings with paint on them

CHARLES LECLERC

we shall see about that hhehehe

F1 → Y/N TAKING SHOTS?!?!

CHARLES LECLERC

wanna come over for dinner?

so we can talk this out

Y/N L/N

bet.

send through the details

yourinstagrampriv . 2hrs ago

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yourinstagram

liked by charles_leclerc lewishamilton 78,269,173 others

yourinstagram shit at fashion and at cooking damn double kill my guy - but at least he cute

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SKY SPORTS → Y/N ON HER NEW BAE BEING AT THE RACE TO SUPPORT HER

VOUGE → CHARLES LECLERC ON HIS FAVORITE MODEL THAT HE'S WORKED WITH

charles_leclerc . 1hr ago

seen by yourinstagram landonorris 197,279,379 other

yourinstagram replied to your story!

I love you so much baby

even though your taste is questionable sometimes

I love you too baby even though you can't park to save your life

despite the fact you drive the world's fastest cars for a living

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twinkodium · 6 months

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how do u think oscar would feel about hittin it from the back

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃-𝑒𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 (𝒪𝒫)

ᥫ᭡ Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem!reader

ᥫ᭡ Warning: ‼️ unprotected rough sex, slight choking, bruised body parts, jealous!Oscar 😉 ‼️

ᥫ᭡ Genre: Smut

ᥫ᭡ Word count: 3,1K

ᥫ᭡ A/N: first ever smut, pls be nice to me 🥺 let me down gently okay? (I’ve struggle a lot to write the sex scene…🥴) All kind of comments are appreciated just don’t be rude. I’d like to learn and improve, so encouraging everyone who reads this to reach out if you have any opinions 😘 big shoutout to my girl @lattesqueeze for beta reading, helping and supporting me through this journey 🧡

‼️+18 content under the cut! Minors, please, do not interact ‼️

You’re his date for a fancy event neither of you want to attend, but it’s obligatory. You’re wearing a tight, sleeveless dress that hugs and compliments your body perfectly, with all your curves emphasized by the dark blue, half-length dress, ending just above your knees. Matching it with pretty black heels makes your legs look insanely long. You’re extremely pretty, such a gorgeous sight. Oscar can’t keep his eyes off you all night, completely turned on and trying his best not to drag you into a dark room and bend you over on whatever furniture is available. You’re no better either. You can’t resist ogling him in his fancy and perfectly tailored suit. The black material sharpens his usually soft features, turning him into a breath-takingly handsome hottie. His crisp, white shirt stretches and pulls slightly over his toned torso with his every move. You prefer traditional ties over bow ties, it’s easier to grab onto, to pull Oscar down for a kiss. Fluffy, longer hair frames his round face, his fringe falling across his eyes as he walks.

Unfortunately, Oscar’s not the only one noticing your breathtaking beauty. He swears he only left your side for ten seconds, but a guy is already plastered to you, checking you out like you’re a piece of meat he’s about to devour. Jealousy and anger run through his veins as he quickly walks back to you. Possessively pulling you to his side, he presses a kiss to your temple before looking at the guy. He levels the stranger with a frown and a single arched eyebrow, waiting patiently for an answer, or at least an introduction of who the hell he is. You bite your lower lip looking at his handsome face, all hot and overprotective. Your desire for him is off the scale, your panties already soaked. You have to focus so hard to contain yourself and not let out a moan. Oscar reads your body language easily, knows exactly how flushed and needy you are.

The flirtatious man is long forgotten as Oscar navigates you through the maze of well-known and popular figures in the motorsport world. His anger didn’t disappear fully, only urging him to get you home as soon as possible. He needs to release his frustration in the best way he knows how. A shiver runs down his spine thinking about all the naughty things he’s going to do to you right after you step into your shared apartment. If you’re confused by his urgent need for leaving the event, you don’t mention it, way too excited to get your hands on him. Who would have thought seeing him all cleaned up nicely in a suit and worked up by jealousy would have this much effect on you? Barely able to stand on your own, your legs are already shaking from anticipation and he hasn’t even touched you yet, just keeping his hand on your lower back.

A little yelp leaves your mouth as Oscar lifts you up against the door, pushing it closed with your back. He wastes no time before attacking your lips like a starved animal. You bring your hand up to the back of his head, combing your fingers through the soft, fluffy hair on the nape of his neck, lightly tugging on it. His lips part with a sweet moan, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands work their magic on your body, helping you ride up your tight dress to wrap your legs around his slim waist pressing your bodies even more together. Your tongues never stop fighting for dominance, although you are clearly losing the battle in your blissed out, foggy minded state. The way he bites into your lower lip knocks the remaining air out of your lungs.

You have to break the kiss to tilt your head back against the door behind you to catch your breath. He doesn’t hesitate to press open-mouthed, sloppy kisses along your jawline, down one side of your neck then up on the other, sucking a blooming red bruise onto your collarbone and licking it right after to soothe the delicious pain. You can’t do anything but pant against him, letting him do whatever he pleases to do with you. He doesn’t hold back either, leaving love bites all over neck to mark his territory, to show everyone who you belong to. His hands sit on both of your bare thighs, caressing your soft skin, drawing small, rhythmic circles with his thumbs, making you even dizzier. His hips relentlessly rocking forwards, thrusting his already hard dick against your clothed pussy.

‘O-oscar, please…’ Your raspy voice leaves your mouth in a prayer, begging him to finally touch you where you need him the most. Your chest arches towards his muscular torso as the hot pleasure takes over your overstimulated body.

You feel against your bruised skin how a smug grin spreads across his pretty face, thoroughly enjoying the reactions he can draw out of you. He drags his hands up your back, pulling you closer. His patience is starting to wear thin, as you feel him already clawing at your zipper to get you out of the dress as he guides you towards the bedroom. You take your turn to lay your swollen lips on his thick, delicious neck, biting on his Adam's apple and licking at the two moles you love so much. You slide your wet mouth lower on his flesh, leaving behind a matching mark on his collarbone. His knees buckle, almost dropping you midway when you slip your tongue over the purplish bruise and along the length of the bone.

He gently sits you down at the edge of the bed, peeling the already crumpled dress off your delicate body. Cold air hits your heated body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Oscar positions himself between your opened legs, looking down at his gorgeous, completely breathtaking girlfriend. Lust fills his usually soft big doe eyes as he admires your half-naked glory, eyes roaming across your face and flitting down to your perky tits, where your hardened nipples are ready to be kissed and sucked. However, Oscar has other plans and will take care of them later tonight. You let out a strangled sound, extremely impatient to have his hands back on your body and struggling to resist the handsome man standing before you. You extend your hands to palm at his dick over his suit trousers, earning a growl in exchange. You bring your face closer, running your wet mouth over the tight outline, so geared up to wrap your lips around his thick cock. Your hums send a shockwave through his whole figure, and he shoves his lower half more towards you, pleased by how you take over and eagerly jump on him if he teases you for too long. He lets himself drink in the moment a little longer before he runs his thumb along your jawline grabbing your chin to pull your head away from his aching member. You want to protest, but his firm hold on your face tells you not to. His thumb glides across your bottom lip, slightly pulling it down. The urge to push his thumb into your mouth and order you to suck on it is so intense, it’s clouding his judgment for just a second. But he can’t wait any longer to take you in the way he imagined it when that asshole approached you earlier. Jealousy rears its ugly head once again.

‘Another time.’ He licks his red inflamed lips seductively. ‘Go on all fours for me babe, let me see your pretty ass.’

You consider disobeying him, already burning with the visual of him manhandling you into the position. You think better of it eventually, but not before you flick your tongue on his thumb that he never quite got around to removing from your lower lip. You even let an innocent smile spread across your face when his fierce gaze finds yours, biting back a chuckle at how worked up he is while he is the one who has been playing with you all night and overstimulating you like crazy. You crawl on the bed finally, positioning yourself the way he asked you to, laying your forearms on the clean duvet and pushing your round ass in the air. You catch a needy groan from where he is standing, you peek over your shoulders to send him a wink signaling to him to get on with it.

He’s a racing driver for a reason, getting out of his clothes at record speed, almost beating the fastest McLaren pit-stop time. The bed dips under his weight, and you feel his body heat right behind you warming your skin even more. His brown eyes connect with the sight of your soaked through lace panties, revealing your perfectly pink slit he’s dying to dive into. He breathes softly on it for good measure, bringing a whiny sob out of you.

Oscar positions his knees right between yours, pushing your legs apart a little more to grant himself better access. He runs his right hand along your spine, letting his longer nails scratch at your skin, not hard enough to leave prints but still just enough to make you shiver and squirm under his enormous hand. His left hand paws at both of your ass cheeks repeatedly, smacking them firmly before switching sides. You were never known for your patience at the best of times, and by now had clearly had enough of his little games trying to take control as you bump your ass against his stiff cock.

‘NO MORE PLAYING, PLEASE!’ You struggle to push yourself up, reaching behind you to tug at your undies. Your whole body is shaking, begging for relief, aching to have him inside you at last. He playfully swats away your hands, refusing to let you be in charge. It’s his time to shine, to show he’s the only one who make you scream his name loudly enough that the whole world can hear, to make you remember who fucked you so hard when you barely can walk the next day.

He had his own fair share of fantasies for being rough with you, but always shook it off thinking you’d not be into such cruel acts. In reality, he couldn’t be more wrong. You’re so aroused your fluids are already running down the inside of your thighs. Your thong is so ruined he decides it’s easier to just rip it apart. It can’t be saved anyway. Your foggy mind couldn’t care less, just wanting to feel him so badly it hurts you, both physically and mentally.

Knees about to give up on you, you let out a whimper when he sinks his teeth into your left cheek before lifting himself up. He strokes his hard dick once or twice, running his thumb over the reddened tip, spreading precum all over it. He arranges himself at your entrance, pushing into your velvety walls without any warning, bottoming you out. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, gripping it from behind to push your face more into the mattress choking out your breathy moans. You can’t take it anymore, circling your hips to urge him on. He sighs with pleasure as he grasps your hip forcefully, setting a neck-breakingly fast pace, making you sob loudly into the bedding under you. His hold on your neck tightens, nails biting into your sensitive and bruised skin, buckling your hips backwards from ecstasy. Your hardened nipples slide on the duvet with every move he makes, stimulating you and blinding your vision.

‘Fuck, you feel amazing. And only mine!’ A light sheen of sweat is forming on his body, but it doesn’t stop him from hitting your spot over and over again earning the most beautiful sound out of your mouth in return. You never thought the innocent looking Aussie, your sweet boy with his love for vanilla sex, could be so possessive, so incredibly hot and demeaning while fully in control.

Your strength leaves your body, so desperately wanting to come, so on the edge it takes your breath away. Oscar throws his head back, taking every bit of pleasure you're able to give him. He catches a glimpse of your figures in the mirror standing in the further corner, right in front of you. His obsessive mind creates a wonderful idea of how not to let you forget who is pounding into you. He runs his fingers into your messy, long hair, gripping a handful of your locks to lift your head up.

'Eyes on us, sweetheart. Be a good girl and watch yourself being railed.' His raspy voice skyrockets your pulse; the Australian accent cuts through the steamy room adding yet another to the pile of reasons to lose your mind.

It should be embarrassing to see your own reflection while being devoured, but focus remains solely on Oscar. Your clouded eyes never stray from taking in the sight of him - messy hair pointing in all directions, some of his locks sticking to his damp pretty face; rosy blush permanently on his cheeks, highlighting his fair complexion; red stained kissable lips agape, a line of spit connecting them together. His impressive neck is on show whenever he tilts his head backwards to let out an obscene, almost pornographic moan. Sweat covers his broad, muscular chest, droplets snaking their way down his upper body and towards the area where the two of you are connected. The pooling sweat makes your skin sticky, which would be disgusting in any other setting, but here and now, it’s a big turn-on instead. His muscles flex as he thrusts his hips into yours. The wet, slapping sounds get louder and louder with every move he makes as he picks up the pace even more, filling you completely in the best way possible. Your neck aches from the weird angle of your body squished into the bed, but you are able to ignore it as your senses are in overdrive with the feeling of Oscar's movement and the hot view in the mirror combined.

'Osc… I'm sooooo close!' You feel the familiar clench in your stomach. You rasp out a whine as your orgasm hits you hard and fast, making your eyes involuntarily flutter shut. Unable to keep your head upright, you flop forwards into the bed. Your walls are clenching on Oscar's dick inside you, sending him over the edge too, filling you with his cum.

He lays his sweat-covered chest on your back, holding himself up so as not to crush you with his much bigger frame. He presses a sweet kiss between your shoulder blades, wrapping a hand around your waist to flip you over to your back. He's not ready to pull out of you yet, taking his time to cherish your closeness. His gaze has lost its fire, only love and adoration staring back at you from his soft brown eyes.

Oscar buries his face into your neck, mumbling sweet nothings, of how much you mean to him. He worships your body with light kisses. He goes all soft for you like he didn't rock your whole world just minutes ago. You hand massaging his head gently on the back of his neck, he pushes his cheeks deeper, closer to your warmth. His breath evens out, indicating that he's close to falling asleep on you. But, to your surprise, he starts talking.

'I'm sorry if I was too rough.' He whispers into your neck apologetically, and goosebumps awaken by the feeling of his breath on your tender skin.

‘If I had known before that jealousy brings out the animalistic side of you, I’d have flirted with guys left and right just to get wild rounds with you.’ A high-pitched chuckle leaves your lips as his teeth graze over the most purple hickey, protesting against your idea.

‘If you want our sex life spicier, just ask. I’m open for suggestions.’ He’s not keen to have any men around you with grabby hands. You’re his and only his. Your mind is already racing through all of your fantasies you’ve held back, anxious to not scare him away with all the kinks you’d like to explore.

Eventually, Oscar slowly slides out of you, making you hiss in the process. A few drops of his cum blemish the freshly changed cover. He kisses your cheek as an apology and kneels on the bed to head into the bathroom. He stops for a second next to the bed, tracing your perfect body with his eyes. He has no idea how he was able to bag such a gorgeous and adorable human being, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

You can’t help but ogle his retreating backside. His shoulder to waist ratio always leaves you speechless, no matter how many times you’ve seen it before. Oh, and his peachy ass, the star of the show. He carries a whole bakery down there, multiple cakes combined but seems to be oblivious about it. Everyone else is flat like a wall when he stands next to them sporting that gigantic ass.

He’s wearing tight boxer shorts when he gets back to bed, a damp and lukewarm towel in hand to clean away the mess he has caused. You’re still very sensitive everywhere, but his gentle touches only relax you to the extent you almost drift off the sleep. He leaves to drop off the dirty towel, and returns with one of his big T-shirts for you to sleep in. He dresses you with care, trying to avoid pressing on any of your newly-formed bruises.

His guilt resurfaces as he counts the marks on your perfect body. He had no intention of hurting you but he let his emotions get the worse of him. You see the change in his mood, and immediately know exactly what’s going on inside his pretty head.

‘Stop overthinking it. I might be sore as hell, but I would do it all over again if I wasn’t exhausted and about to fall asleep.’ Your reassurance calms the impending storm in his mind.

You climb under the duvet, waiting patiently to feel the mattress dip and his warmth press up against your back. He wraps his arm around you, sliding it under the shirt to place it on your flat stomach. He pulls you as close as physically possible, and buries his face into your soft but messy hair, breathing your flowery scent in.

‘I love you Ossie.’ Your eyes are already heavy, and you accept that you can’t delay your sleep any longer.

‘I love you too, more than anything.’ He murmurs sweetly before dozing off to sleep as well.

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A new shade of red

tw: severe self harm, implied suicide, tears (everyone’s crying)

summary: the team finds hotchniss’ daughter, lola, at her most vulnerable

wc: 2k

chapter: one | two

Emily couldn’t stop thinking about all the teams’ voices overlapping, their tones absolutely terrified as they panicked. In just a few short minutes, all their lives would be changed forever. Emily’s life as a mom would change, Aaron’s life as a dad would change. Their usual worries would be something else entirely.

“Hey, has anyone seen Lola?” Emily asked, her heart slightly racing as she looked at her team and her husband at the table, the volume in the room fading as they looked at Emily.

“I think she said she was going to the bathroom.” JJ answered, noticing Emily’s slightly wide eyes as she stood in front of them. The dark haired woman turned around, rushing down the hall to the bathroom, leaving the team looking at each other with frowns, confusion making it hard to resume talking about what they were just seconds ago.

JJ stood up, giving the team a small smile as she, too, walked down the hall, seeing Emily knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

“Lola?” Four more knocks. Nothing. “Honey, you’ve been in there for a long time now.” JJ just watched as Emily breathed heavily, not being able to stand completely still. “Lola?” Two more knocks. Nothing.

Emily turned around, looking at JJ with a frown, her hands on her waist as she bit her lower lip. JJ looked at her with soft, slightly wide eyes. Emily exhaled.

“JJ, I…” It sounded like she swallowed a cry. “I need you to get Aaron here.” JJ heard the desperation in her friend’s voice and she nodded, hurrying to get him. Emily stayed there, continuing to knock, telling herself that her thoughts were wrong. That this wasn’t really happening.

After moments, that felt far too long, her husband was by her side, asking if she was okay.

“I’m fine, I just… you need to get in there.” Emily tried to open the door, mentally telling herself that maybe it would magically open. Aaron looked at his wife, seeing her eyes shining with slight tears. Her voice was laced with concern and her breaths were short. “Aaron, right now. Open the door. I don’t care how you do it, just get it open.” Her words were hurried and she got a glance of JJ fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes unsure.

Aaron grabbed the handle, crashing the side of his body to the door over and over again. It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Aaron was not at all nearly prepared for the sight he was exposed to. There she was, his 15 year old daughter, blood covering her whole arm, her clothes and the floor. He opened his mouth in a silent gasp as he rushed to her side, horrified by how pale she was. Emily and JJ caught sight of the situation and their hearts hurt as they saw Aaron try to talk Lola back to consciousness. Emily covered her mouth, tears burning in her eyes the second her palm touched her skin. JJ was right behind her, tears watering in her eyes too as she fumbled to get her phone from her pocket. The seconds felt too many as her shaky hands failed her.

“One of you has to call an ambulance, right now.” Aaron barked, cupping his hands over Lola’s arm, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

“I am. I am.” JJ’s voice trembled and she let out a relieved breath when she finally grabbed her phone, dialing 911. She grabbed Emily who had began depending on the wall as to not fall. Emily’s knees were weak and her body felt heavy as she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the scene. Away from the image that was going to haunt her for years to come.

“How long, JJ?” The blonde heard Aaron ask.

“I don’t know. I’m trying to find out.” She inhaled, trying her best to comfort Emily who was seconds away from collapsing.

“Get me a first aid kit.” JJ didn’t know what to do. Her arm was beginning to hurt from trying to hold up Emily and her heart hurt as she couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening just a wall away. She couldn’t hear what the woman on the phone way saying, not clearly. She felt her lips move but she didn’t hear herself. She heard something that sounded like they were going to be there as fast as they could. JJ heard herself mutter a ‘thank you’ as she looked around for a first aid kit. She searched high up, seeing the green box she was looking for on a shelf. She reached up, her breaths uneven.

As soon as Aaron got a hold of the box, he immediately got to work, bandaging up his daughter’s arm, his chest hurting as he looked at his little girl, her face pale and head heavy.

“Lola, honey. I need you to look at me.” He said, slightly panicking as the blood seeped through the bandage. “Lola. Look at me.” His brown eyes met Lola’s dark ones. “Good. Keep looking at me.” He nodded, glancing at JJ who was barely visible behind the doorway. “JJ, get Rossi in here. You need to take care of Emily right now.” Aaron shouted, not sure if JJ even heard him through Emily’s sobs. There was no answer, but moments later, he heard hurrying footsteps and then David talking to the operator on JJ’s phone. Aaron exhaled, keeping light pressure on the bandage.

Without the phone in hand, JJ could finally keep her focus on Emily who was completely destroyed. In the corner of her eye, she saw Spencer rush in.

When Emily tried to go into the bathroom, JJ gripped her even tighter, keeping her away from the bathroom.

“No, no, no. Emily. Emily.” JJ softly spoke, her voice trembling as she lead the brunette out to the hall. Emily leaned against the wall, hyperventilating as she slid down to the ground. JJ was right beside her, usually comforting words coming from her lips as her throat began to close up. They didn’t help much now. “Emily.” Her sobs were too loud. JJ placed her hands on Emily’s cheeks, caressing as she tried to initiate eye contact. “Emily, breathe. Emily. Emily. Look at me.” Emily looked up, her eyes having a certain heartbreak JJ had never seen before. Her feelings were overwhelming. “It’s going to be okay.” JJ nodded, Emily looked down, taking a short breath. “Look at me. Breathe.” Emily looked up again, her brown eyes staying on JJ’s blue ones.

“She looked like she was dead, JJ.” Emily was hysterical. The sentence made the blonde’s heart hurt.

“No, no, no. She’s not. She’s not dead. She’s not.” Emily just continued sobbing, placing her own hands over JJ’s.

“I can’t lose her. I ca—“ A sharp breath. “I can’t lose her, JJ. She’s my Lola. She’s my—“

“You won’t. They’re all helping her right now and an ambulance is coming. You will not lose her.” JJ heard her name being shouted and she panicked, not knowing what to focus on. She quickly ran to the bathroom again, seeing Spencer in the doorway, looking at the scene with wide eyes. Quickly, she took a hold of his arms, looking into his eyes as she told him to go to Emily. He nodded, running out to the hall. JJ exhaled as she rushed into the bathroom, seeing Lola’ scared eyes. JJ knew what the teenager needed.

Kneeling down, JJ placed her hands on Lola’s cheeks, looking into her misty eyes. The blonde tried her best to ignore just how much blood Lola was losing.

“Stay awake, Lola.” JJ chanted when she saw how Lola’s eyes began to slowly flutter closed. “Look at me. Stay awake.” JJ felt Lola grip her arm, blood smearing on her pale skin. There wasn’t much more they could do than internally pray that Lola was going to be okay. Aaron had bandaged her arm and was keeping pressure on it. David had finished talking to the operator and now all they had to wait. It was the longest 10 minutes of her life. The longest 10 minutes of all their lives.

JJ’s eyes widened when Lola’s eyes closed completely. She lightly slapped her cheeks, chanting over and over again that Lola had to stay awake.

“No, no, no.” Her heart picked up speed for the thousandth time that night. “Lola. Lola. Lola. Open your eyes. Lola.” JJ teared up, she had never felt so hopeless and useless in her life. “Look at me.” The teenager suddenly opened her eyes, and JJ nodded in encouragement, never stopped looking into her eyes.

Lola’s vision was blurry when she opened her eyes. Her head was pounding and her ears were ringing. It took a while for her to realize who was in front of her. Her eyes finally focused after a while, seeing JJ looking at her with tears in her eyes. She felt the blonde’s hands on her cheeks, caressing lovingly, but Lola also felt how much they were trembling. Using all the little strength she had left, Lola weakly grabbed JJ’s hand, wanting her soft skin to be the last thing she felt, instead of her own blood, before she died. A few beats and everything went black.

Now, as Emily sat in the hospital with the entire team there, no one speaking, she could not shake the thoughts of having to prepare to come home without her daughter. Having to tell Jack that his little sister had killed herself. She wouldn’t ever survive that. None of them would.

Emily closed her eyes, trying to get the thoughts to go away. She exhaled, gently squeezing JJ’s hand. The blonde hadn’t left Emily’s side since they arrived at the hospital.

Sitting in the waiting room was almost, selfishly, as bad as seeing her daughter on the floor. All the quiet, all the time to think about how long her daughter had been doing this. Emily didn’t miss the faint scars on her arms from what seemed like months prior to this. She didn’t know how they had missed it. Didn’t understand how Lola was in so much pain and they hadn’t seen it.

Emily felt a gentle squeeze back, but this time, it meant something more than comfort. Emily looked up, seeing a doctor walking towards her. She held her breath, putting her free hand where JJ and her were already holding hands, looking at the doctor with expectant eyes.

“Emily, is it?” Emily nodded, seeing Aaron come back from the bathroom. He hurried to Emily’s side when he saw the doctor. “We’ve moved your daughter to a ward.” The woman started. Aaron sat down next to his wife, Emily placing her head on his shoulder as they listened to the doctor, her hands still holding JJ’s tightly. “She’s just come out of surgery. She’ll need to be reviewed by psychiatry tomorrow morning.”

“Is she going to be okay, then?” Aaron asked, his voice hoarse and exhausted. Emily felt the way he sounded.

“We’ll know more tomorrow.” The doctor gave a comforting smile. “Do you want to see her?” Emily and Aaron both immediately nodded. Emily turned to JJ, giving her a small smile before she let go of her hand, feeling a small bit of emptiness at the loss of contact. Aaron placed his arm around Emily’s waist, both of them slightly shaking with nervousness as they followed the doctor down door after door.

Tears burned in Emily’s time again when she saw her daughter on the hospital bed. Seeing Lola so small and vulnerable, with a bandage covering her arm, made Emily quietly gasp. She was afraid she would never stop crying.

Aaron didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t know what to do. He was mad at himself for not noticing just how much his own daughter was suffering. He was sad for not noticing how much his own daughter was suffering. At the same time, he felt numb. The feeling of his daughter’s blood in his hands made him feel so many overwhelming feelings, but he felt numb at the same time.

Two chairs were placed next to the bed and the parents hesitantly sat down, looking at their daughter who was asleep. Emily grabbed her hand, caressing it and saw how many scars Lola had on her arms. Emily quietly whimpered and felt Aaron take Lola’s hand as well. She looked at him. The love of her life, and saw how much he was hurting too. She placed her free hand on his cheek, caressing it as a tear rolled down his cheek. Her thumb delicately brushed it away. She wanted to say something. But she didn’t know what. What are you supposed to say when your daughter slits her wrists?

“She’ll be okay.” Emily ended up saying. She wanted to take it back the second she began the sentence. Aaron said nothing, he just looked down at their hands. “Aaron, honey? Are you listening to me?” Her voice was gentle. “She’s going to be okay.” She didn’t know why she said it again. Aaron nodded, a slight, obviously unsure nod. “Honey… look at me.” He did and when he raised his head, Emily saw how much Aaron seemed to just want to cry. Let it out. Emily prayed that he wouldn’t keep this in until he eventually broke.

Aaron stared at what could’ve been Emily’s face, but she was too good of a profiler to see that his eyes were resting at a spot just past her ear. Silence for a moment and Emily was afraid that she was going to have to beg him to talk.

“… I should have noticed.” The words came so unexpectedly that Emily barely registered what he said. She blinked.

“Aaron…” Emily cooed.

“We’re profilers.” He scoffed, his shiny gaze slipping back to their hands. “We’re parents. I missed it.”

“We all did.” Emily spoke. It was true. It was most likely hopeful ignorance, denial. They had all noticed that something was off but they hadn’t given her more than invitations to talk. Aaron, at least, didn’t want to believe that it was anything too serious. He didn’t like to think of his children in pain, and he’d prefer to manipulate himself than to try and fix it. The guilt made him feel nauseous.

“I thought that after Reid, I would notice things like this. Notice if people weren’t okay and be able to keep a close eye on things.”

“She hid it well.” Emily spoke, voice unsure. The words were for her own benefit as well.

“Did she?” Aaron asked, his voice cracking in the slightest way as he looked up at his wife, seeing her hesitant facial expression. Emily didn’t know what to say, so she swallowed the thick feeling in her throat, looking at her daughter again.

Hours went by and the parents were asleep. Emily was still holding her daughter’s hand, leaning her head on her husband’s shoulder. Aaron kept a hand around her as he leaned his head on hers.

Lola heard soft snores coming from somewhere. It took a moment for her eyes to relax at the harsh light that shone from the ceiling. She swallowed, her throat dry and sore. As soon as she noticed her parents, she felt claustrophobic in her body. She couldn’t quite move. She could wiggle her toes slightly and after a beat, she recognized her mother’s hand in her own. Mustering up strength, she squeezed slightly. The way her mother immediately woke up made Lola feel guilty.

“…Hi, baby.” Emily smiled, leaning closer to kiss Lola’s hand. Aaron also woke up when he heard Emily’s voice, looking at his daughter with so much sadness.

Lola looked at her parents for a moment before she turned her head as much as she could the other way, her feelings and memories catching up to her and she began to cry. Her face contorted into the most heartbreaking frown that made Emily’s heart hurt. She leaned closer, cooing.

“Hey…” She whispered, squeezing Lola’s hand tighter. “Hey, honey.” When Lola began quietly sobbing, Emily hushed her. Aaron took her hand over Emily’s.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola whimpered, her chest hurting at all her family’s faces. The way JJ looked at her before she had passed out made its way to her mind.

“No, Lola. Don’t apologize.” Aaron spoke, voice gentle as he too, leaned closer.

“I’m so sorry.” Lola continued, feeling so utterly humiliated and embarrassed. She felt guilty for scaring everyone, and she did it all for nothing. It didn’t even work. She was still here.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Emily spoke. Lola turned her head, looking at her parents who seemed to do everything not to break down. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It is not your fault that you’re hurting, okay?” Lola still felt guilty, but she nodded, not wanting her parents to worry anymore. Although, she doubted they would ever stop worrying. They would never trust her to be alone again. She closed her eyes, wanting the ground to just swallow her whole. “We are here for you. Me, your dad, the entire team too. We love you so much, baby.” Lola swallowed her sobs, wanting to ask a question.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered, her voice trembling. “Is the team mad at me?”

“No, no, no.” Emily shook her head, the concerned frown on her face that she so often had.

“No one is mad at you.” Aaron spoke. “No one. We’re worried, honey. We all love you and we care about you.”

“I’m sorry.” Lola spoke, she couldn’t ever apologize enough for hurting everyone like she did. Emily shook her head, her eyes soft.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

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enam3l · 1 year

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Whether you like them romantically or as friends, it is just canon that the reason Steve and Eddie get on so well and bond is because they realise they have one huge thing in common - their greatest desire is to one day have the family they never got.

#Eddie munson #Steve Harrington #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie munson fic #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fanfic #Steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #Steve harrington headcanons #Eddie munson x reader #Steve harrington x reader #enam3l x eddie #enam3ls rockstar eddie #enam3l love lola

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medeaaasworld · 1 month

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Okay, so, hear me out—

We've got our square share of Riko-Neil's-abusive-ex fanfiction, and the idea is wonderful, truly delicious! But.

What if...it was Lola?

Like— let's pretend for a second that Nathan isn't that bad. A local mobster perhaps. Or just an average alcoholic, throwing kitchen knives at his son during the long benders.

Lola works for him and is—obviously—obsessed with the man (eww)

She is older than Nathan's son, Nathaniel —let’s say about a ten-year difference — and the boy is so delicious! He looks just like a younger version of Nathan himself and is way easier to manipulate. (yes, I'm thinking about this part of the king's men)

So she does manipulate him, abuse even. Clearly it's grooming, 'cuz when she starts Nate is still a minor, and that helps her to build an even stronger connection between them.

Nathaniel Wesninski knows that he is just a more amenable replacement for his father. He hates her. But he's way too deep in that shit to stop, because her continuous manipulation has paid off.

So he suffers. Nurtures his silly little crush on the best friend and surrenders all his resolve to not drag Andrew into his mess — ever the martyr.

Nathan sees everything and doesn't give a fuck.

Andrew sees everything and hates himself for making a deal with Neil, according to which the rabbit gets to fight his own battles.

Foxes are foxes.

Riko is a bitch, but otherwise harmless.

And perhaps Stuart saves his unlucky nephew once again.

Am I writing this? Yes

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astaraels · 3 months

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Simple Gifts

Debbie and Mickey go gift hunting for Ian. It's not as easy as they thought it might be. Set post-s10, in the same continuity as New Traditions and Keeping Warm Against the Cold. For @lovekenney, thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy! (on ao3)

The task at hand had started out simple enough—Mickey needed to get Ian a gift that was appropriate enough to open in front of the kids. Debbie may have been fine keeping her vibrators and dental dams in the room she shared with Franny, but she’d known Mickey long enough by now—and heard more than she cared to about his and Ian’s sex life—to think that it’d be smart to leave him to his own devices. And in fairness, Mickey had come to her, asking for help in his own Mickey-ish way that only a few other people could understand. So after breakfast, Debbie asked Ian if he could watch Franny—she knew he’d never turn down an opportunity for baby-sitting.

“You be good for Uncle Ian, okay, Franny?” Debbie told her daughter. Franny gave her a big hug and nodded.

“Yep! Gonna play outside today!”

Ian grinned at the little girl and scooped her up into his arms, causing her to giggle with glee. “Don’t worry, Debs. Just thought we’d go to the park for a little while, maybe get some stuff to make hot chocolate.”

“Don’t forget-”

“-her mittens and her hat,” Ian finished for her. Debbie might have felt silly, since Ian had always kept an eye on them when she and Carl were younger, but she was Franny’s mom, after all. Frank and Monica never bothered caring if any of them were dressed properly for winter. Doing the opposite of their example seemed like a pretty sound strategy to her.

“She’s got some snacks in the fridge, too. Hot cocoa only if she’s a good girl.” Debbie tapped the end of Franny’s nose.

Ian chuckled and tossed his niece into the air, just a little bit. “Franny’s always a good girl, aren’t you, Fran?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” the little girl cheered. Debbie couldn’t help but smile—her kid really was a good one.

“You coming or not, little miss sunshine?” Mickey asked, shoving his boots on as he thundered down the stairs. Ian’s face lit up at the sight of his husband, pulling him into a quick kiss before Mickey took a full step into the kitchen.

“I’m ready if you are,” Debbie told him, grinning at his lack of grumbling about the very open display of affection. Sometimes it was hard to believe how far they’d come—Debbie still remembered having to storm into Mickey’s old house and practically drag him back to Ian’s side when they were all trying to handle Ian’s bipolar disorder the first time around. He’d been terrified, she knew that now, and sometimes when things got to be too much you just needed someone else to give you that last push to do what had to be done.

Such as now. Not so much because Mickey was scared, not anymore; now it was just him being indecisive. Really indecisive, like nothing seemed to be quite right. And it made sense, at least to Debbie. It was his and Ian’s first Christmas together as a married couple. Of course he’d want to get just the right gift, if what Ian had told her about Mickey’s pre-wedding antics was accurate. Honestly, the mental image of Mickey Milkovich being a bridezilla about his very, very gay wedding was pretty damn funny. She was just sorry that she hadn’t gotten to see any of it.

“Okay,” Debbie said, after they’d gone to what felt like every damn store in the mall. The place was pretty bougie for the South Side, but better than getting some bullshit gift at Goodwill or Costco or something. “Wait—we haven’t been to this one yet.” She grabbed Mickey by his coat sleeve, leaving him no choice but to follow after her. The storefront in question was small and a bit out of the way, almost impossible to spot among all the gaudy Christmas lights that were thrown around everywhere else.

The sign said “Hazel’s Hideaways” in a fancy script, although Mickey barely had a chance to read it before they were inside. The store itself may have been small, but it was crammed full with wood carvings and wood-burned signs; wooden knick knacks of all kinds were displayed on every possible available surface.

“Whoa,” said Debbie as they both looked around. Mickey only nodded in agreement. They stepped around some of the larger pieces on the floor, careful not to fuck up anything that looked particularly expensive. Mickey had some cash left over from his “savings,” at least, so he knew he could afford to get Ian something decent. But some of this shit—like a whole ass deer that came up to Debbie’s shoulder—looked pricey as hell. Not only that, but nothing really stood out to him right away as something Ian might like, but Mickey was not going home empty-handed. Fuck that shit. He would find something for his husband, today, no matter what.

“Hi!” came a cheery voice from somewhere to Mickey’s left, causing him and Debbie both to jump and nearly land on several worryingly expensive-looking items. “Can I help you?”

A very, very short woman about ten years older than Mickey with bubblegum-pink hair sat on a stool behind the checkout counter. She grinned at them both a little too widely, which put Mickey slightly on edge. Thankfully Debbie stepped up to save him; she was way better with people than he was.

“Hi! My brother-in-law is looking for a gift for his husband—my brother,” she explained, like it was no big deal. “But we’ve been all over the place and we can’t seem to find anything that’s just right.”

“Well, I’m sure I’ve got something around there that will be just the thing!” the woman said. She was way too fucking perky, but Mickey nodded his head and clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t say anything too asshole-ish. Normally he’d already be out the door, but this was for Ian. He could put up with almost anything for Ian.

Twenty minutes later Mickey was about ready to hightail it out and call it a loss. They’d been through half of the bubblegum lady’s shit and still nothing seemed right. Even her perky smile had slowly faded—now she just looked all fucking depressed and shit that she didn’t have exactly what Mickey wanted. It wasn’t even really her fault, considering Mickey himself didn’t really know what he wanted, either.

“Hey, Mickey, what about this?” Debbie asked, holding up some weird-looking wooden circle thing. He put down the deer he’d been staring at for the last few minutes and walked over to her, frowning as he tried to figure out what it even was.

“The fuck is it?” he finally asked, giving up.

“That,” said bubblegum lady, “is a family tree wreath. I can customize it with different family members’ names, birthdays, wedding dates…” She gave Mickey a knowing wink and a glance at his wedding ring. He didn’t blush, but yeah, it might have been a near thing.

Debbie clasped her hands together and grinned. “That’s perfect! Ian would love it, seriously.”

“Yeah?” He glanced over at her, and she nodded. Mickey knew how much Ian’s family meant to him. And it also meant that Mickey could have his name right there next to Ian’s, permanently, with their wedding date and everything. And sure, it seemed cheesy and fucking kitschy as hell, but he knew Ian was gonna light up like the goddamn Christmas tree they’d all put up in the living room when he saw the thing.

“All right, little red, you’re the one who knows all five million Gallagher birthdays,” he said. Debbie beamed and gave him a big hug, which only made Mickey roll his eyes, even as he gave her a reluctant pat on the back. These Gallaghers were making him a sensitive bitch. But maybe that was okay once in a while. Not that he’d ever admit to it out loud.

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Christmas morning dawned cold and bright, the weak sunlight shining right through the tiny opening in Mickey and Ian’s curtains. Mickey could have gone back to sleep, at least for a little while, except for the fact that Franny came barrelling into their room, crowing, “Presents, Uncle Ian! Uncle Mickey!” She jumped up and down, beaming with excitement. “Christmas presents!”

“Your mom up yet?” Mickey asked, barely half-awake. Nothing against the kid, but he’d rather get more sleep, Christmas morning or no. But the little girl was determined, climbing clumsily onto the bed and starting to jump on the mattress.

“She said no presents till everyone’s awake,” Franny told him. “Uncle Ian, wake up!”

Ian grumbled and felt around for the sweater he’d apparently tossed onto the floor in the middle of the night, but still managed to give her a tired smile. “We’ll be up in a minute, okay, Fran?” he told her. “Go get Uncle Carl and Uncle Liam up, how’s that sound?”

Franny giggled, jumping one more time and landing on them both in the biggest hug she could manage. Mickey groaned, the air practically punched out of his lungs, but Ian just laughed at him, the fucker. Then Franny bounced off the bed and scampered out of their room as quickly as she’d run in, calling out for the other Gallagher brothers as she raced down the hall.

Ian said something into his pillow as he rolled over. “What’s that, mumbles?” Mickey asked, shoving Ian onto his back, heart nearly skipping a beat at the sleepy smile his husband gave him.

“Merry Christmas, Mickey,” Ian said, hand going to the back of Mickey’s neck and pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas, Red,” said Mickey, ruffling Ian’s hair to make his bedhead even worse. Not that Ian seemed to mind, though. “Better get up if we want first dibs at coffee.”

Ian shook his head. “It’s Christmas, Mick, you’re supposed to have cocoa, not coffee.” He said it like it should be obvious. Mickey didn’t bother reminding him that his and Ian’s understanding of the holiday were very different—but if his husband said cocoa, then that was what they’d do. Little domestic bitches, indeed.

Mickey had expected Christmas morning with the Gallaghers to be chaotic, and he was absolutely right. Everyone in the house was milling around the kitchen, Debbie handing out mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows in them, the younger kids ducking under arms as the older Gallagher siblings tried not to spill whatever breakfast they’d managed to scrounge up. Sandy had Franny sitting in her lap and was trying to tame the little girl’s ginger flyaways. Debbie leaned over and gave both of them a loud kiss on the cheek, earning her a giggle from Franny and a soft smirk from Sandy. It was the sappiest look Mickey had ever seen on his cousin’s face, which…well. In Mickey’s own experience, it definitely meant something, coming from a Milkovich.

Finally they were all gathered in the living room, unwrapping gifts and tossing the leftover wrapping paper every which way. Organized chaos—well, disorganized, much as Debbie tried to keep it contained, at least to start with—especially where the kids’ presents were involved. Debbie was the kind of mom who clearly spared no expense when it came to her kid, not to mention Tami and Lip on the other side of the room getting pictures of Fred “opening” his gifts. What that really meant was just Lip holding the baby’s hand pulling paper off some box, but even Ian thought it was cute enough that he took pictures on his phone of every one.

“Here,” Mickey said to Ian as they sat on the couch, squished in next to Debbie and Sandy, watching Franny play with her new Easy Bake oven knock-off. It wasn’t plugged in, thank fuck, but that didn’t stop her from going through all the pieces and parts with ridiculous levels of enthusiasm. Debbie had mentioned to Mickey during their shopping expedition that Sandy wanted to get the kid a BB gun—it wasn’t a bad idea, in Mickey’s opinion, although personally he thought they oughta wait until she was at least six—but that Debbie had vetoed it quite adamantly. Maybe some toy guns were a better idea to start with so she could understand gun safety, at least until she was a little older.

Ian was in the middle of fixing the watch he’d gotten Mickey; he insisted on setting it to the same time as his own, so they wouldn’t have to argue about who was late and who was early. “Oh, shit, I hadn’t even seen this,” Ian said, his eyes lighting up. “Your watch is good to go, by the way.” Not that he bothered handing it over to Mickey, though, as Ian was already pulling the paper off of his gift. Mickey felt his stomach twist almost in a knot—it wasn’t stupid, he reminded himself, it was thoughtful—and Ian’s face split into a wide grin, almost looking astonished as he realized what he was holding. He traced the burned-in names of each of his siblings, ending with his own, his fingers lingering on Mickey’s name and their wedding date.

“Holy shit,” Ian said under his breath, his voice sounding exactly like when he’d turned around in their shared prison cell and seen Mickey standing behind him for the first time. “Mick, this is…” But apparently words weren’t enough, because he leaned over and kissed Mickey, both hands coming up to cup his face. “I fuckin’ love you.”

“Fuckin’ love you, too,” Mickey said, and kissed his husband again. “Debbie helped me pick it out, by the way.”

Ian reached over and gave Debbie a hug behind Mickey’s back. “Thanks for giving my husband a hand, Debs.” His sister grinned at him and elbowed Mickey with a conspiratorial smile before Sandy pulled her into her lap. Franny hopped up into Debbie’s lap, too, causing Sandy to laugh and let out an exaggerated groan. Carl was standing nearby, snapping pictures of them all on his phone with a look of glee.

Maybe there was something to this whole Christmas spirit thing after all, Mickey thought, Ian finally putting the watch on Mickey’s wrist himself. Because as they sat on the couch, surrounded by the people they loved, snow falling outside the windows, Mickey felt happier than he could ever fucking remember.

#leinth writes fic #shameless #debbie gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #sandy milkovich #franny gallagher #sebbie #gallavich #this is so late for the season but i hope you enjoy it lola! thank you so much for being so patient <3

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