#perhaps...... thursday or friday since i'm finally off

[skxllz]

But Eddie with a gf who has stretch marks on her legs and stomach?

How woud he react to her being shy and insecure about them and not wanting to show Eddie her body bc she's embarrassed (•////•)

- 🌚 anon

I'm so sorry I took so long to reply to this :'') every time I typed something out, my brain would freeze. I finally managed to write something- hopefully it isn't too bad 💔 (is it in headcanon formation? yes. I was too lazy to actually write an imagine ^^" )

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sweetheart, seriously? you'd really think this man would give one damn about those itty bitty vines, that only defined the beautiful blossoming of your body as a whole? for real? well, let me save you a whole poetry slam of a complete stanza; he doesn't - never will.

wearing long sleeved shirts, or just baggier t-shirts to hide away the stretched tissue of your skin easier, should've been a dead giveaway from the beginning. though, seeing as how you and eddie were friends beforehand and he knew of your taste in clothing, which quite frankly was a variety of multiple interests, he knew you were one to wear clothing items that most-of-the-time swallowed your upper frame. if he saw you in sweats, it clearly was a lazy day or the time of your monthly visit from the fucking devil. if you wore baggy jeans - well, it just meant you were feeling more free or just wanted to be comfortable. so, all in all, the boy was oblivious to your insecurities. when you two began dating, he noticed the increase of bigger sweaters, bungy hoodies and shirts a size or two, too big... but it was more of a thing that flew to the back of his mind; he brushed it off because he was so used to seeing you dress your way. but a few months later, he caught on - finally.

you would avoid swimming during gym class, when spring would roll around. usually, you'd make up an excuse - your period, or some complete bullshit like ‘ sorry, my irritable bowl syndrome is acting up! ’. is it embarrassing? totally, but since it makes the teacher uncomfortable, they don't question it and send you right to the nurse. a habit of pulling the short-sleeves of your shirt down if they get bunched up too far had also become noticeable; eddie finding it cute at first, thinking maybe it's just a new nervous tick, but as time carried on it concerned him - you did it in general, sure, but you constantly did it in his presence. lastly, the avoidance of any flirting that ended up on the topic of nudity. with him showing his body? you either got really excited, or seriously flustered, but never bothered. however... whenever he even mentions sliding his hands up your shirt, let alone anything else, your face twists into an unreadable expression and you blow him away with some quick babble, before running off. this lead eddie to think maybe he was doing something wrong, perhaps overstepping boundaries or rushing you, simply because he can be oblivious, but after overhearing a conversation between you robin he finally clicked into his brain about what was wrong.

like any other thursday, he strolled down the corridor of the school that led to the club-based rooms in the back; a basement like, dingy smell filling the air the further he glided, ringed hand dragging along the wall. it was after school hours, approximately two after the last class had been dismissed - while his dnd gatherings were on fridays, your creative writing club took place on the second to last day of the school week, due to the fact that thursdays were more accurate for busy minds and because the day circled around old english itself. yeah, pretty odd. but, like always, he was on his way to pick you up; it was routine and always has been. just as his lazed, tired figure reached the oak wood door, hand reaching to the worn silver handle, he paused.

“ I just.. I don't know, robin. ” the brunette heard you mumble out to the blonde girl that was apart of you guys' outer friend group. she tended to sometimes stay after school with you, just so she can steer away from steve once in a while - he guess it was one of those days. silently, he'd place a hand to the door, only to cringe once his rings made the littlest clack of noise. you didn't seem to hear, however, so he focused on listening. “ I want to go further - it's not that I don't, and it's not like I don't trust eddie.. ” while you spoke, the slightest tremble could be heard; only seeming to appear more audible once you inhale. he could only imagine you running your hands through your hair nervously, like you always do. “ I'm just not.. I don't.. ” it was quiet for a moment, before robin spoke up; her voice soft, and oddly wobbly. “ you're still worried about how he'll think of you.. aren't you? ”. eddie looked through the small window within the door after that, only to you turned to her, nodding your head.

the conversation wasn't brought up after that. he acted like, to you at least, that he heard nothing - nada, zilch, not a word. but that didn't mean the words didn't play on repeat on his mind, in a loop, over and over. it began effecting his concentration during dnd matches, as well as making him zone out when a conversation took place. his mind would just drift, recalling the discussion until it'd drive him so far, that he'd rub his eyes in frustration and storm away to the confinements of his own presence. whether it be locked in the school bathroom, his own room or speed walking off to the quarry where he could clear his head. it was becoming a quick follow up of a frequent occurrence, so of course you confronted him one day at his locker.

a hand pushed into the door of the open locker, only to slam it shut with a loud squeak and click. eddie's eyes widened in alarm, but when he turned to the source, he only spotted you; frown pulling deeply at your lips and brows knitted so close together, he'd swear the edges of them would mound together into one. “ you.. okay? ” he'd question slowly, head dipping rhe slightest bit while doe eyes dramatically widened. although your boyfriend was known for being extra, you had none of it; skipping right to the blunt question on the tip of your tongue. “ why have you been acting weird? and don't say you haven't.. because your friends, our friends, will be right behind me to back me up. so tell me, eddie, what's going on? ”

eddie was hesitant to tell you, to voice that he actually eavesdropped on an important and personal topic, but with the predicament he was facing.. he had no choice but. obviously, he wanted until you two were in the contents of his trailer, but even after he dropped the bomb, he didn't expect you to... go so quiet. maybe you scolding him and chewing his ear off, maybe even a bit of a screaming match, but for you to fall to the expectations of a quiet mouse? it spooked him.

with a lowered head, you explained to him what actually went on in your head. the best you could, at least. you didn't go into too much detail about what all you were insecure about, but you did dig deep on some past events, and explained the marks on your body were not something you were proud of. it was nothing to be ashamed of, stretch marks were natural, but you just thought they didn't fit your form. models could wear them with no effort, movies stars could rock them all the way to their grave, but you? you were just a girl with a small group of friends, and very little school mates that talked to you. you were never really flashy with clothes, except the few skirts you wore for certain outings or occurrences. flaunting your skin was just not common for you, and it wasn't like you did it with someone special before... so, having a boyfriend, who one day you were bound to have sex with? It left a bad taste in your mouth from fear.

god.. but eddie? his heart literally shattered at the confession. seeing tears build up in the corners of your eyes made his chest ache in ways he didn't know was possible. to make matters even worse, when you tried to look at him, you instantly had to squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away; too far into the pit that opened up, to where you were on the verge of crying. when a small hiccup left past your lips, is when the metalhead finally dove forward and scooped you into his arms.

eddie munson, vowed to the oath by his very uncle, that he'd always treat people with respect unless deemed otherwise. he'd treat his partner like royalty, he wouldn't dare judge them for the flaws they couldn't control or simply needed help with. even grimacing at something so natural that was meant to be presented on the human body, would leave him with the dignity of a fucking sewer rat. he knew you didn't see him as a horrible person, and that it was actually just a bad clouding of thoughts in your head, which is why he decided to show you how much he cared.

soft pets to your head would be given, while gentle presses of his lips would be melted into your hair. he'd constantly whisper windy praises, so supple and sweet into your ear. since he didn't want to spook you, he'd wait it out patiently; watch as you calm down, your face slacking into a serene state that told him he'd succeeded in making you feel at least a little okay. that'd make him carry on with laying you down alongside him, him caressing the back of his folded knuckle down the alignment of your face and across hour cheek. gentle kisses placed to each feature; cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, the corners of your mouth that'd slowly turn upwards. and, as he gazes into your eyes with a happy grin, he'd kiss your lips fully.

an inhale deep through his nose, while the hand that'd been constantly busy with your face, dragged down your shoulder onto to later on dip across your hip. soft caresses, breezy touches and squeezes. your shirt would be lifted, him of course asking permission beforehand. he'd lead butterfly kisses down your face, across the lining of your jaw, over your throat's column and peppered over your collarbones. a slow drag of his touch down your chest, before pulling up to bunch your shirt up more. his eyes, upon landing on the beautified lines across your stomach, and hips, lite up; taking in your middle half with a breathless laugh of glee. he'd be overjoyed you'd finally let him see you.. this part of you. before you could even doubt him, or yourself, he's swooping down to kiss at your skin; playful nips given in between.

you'd never think it'd actually be such a joy to let your boyfriend see you so vulnerable, cheeks even sticky with old tear stains, but jeez - were you wrong. with the way he practically worshipped you, it had your heart thumping in unrhythmic bumps; not keeping a steady tune since your heart strings were being tugged on. in a good way. when eddie began dragging his teeth over your stomach, looking up to your as a smirk grew on his open lips, a gasping laugh left you and you instantly tried to curl up and away from him. It tickled and he fucking knew it, which is why he held your down; one hand firmly on your hip, pressing it into the old couch you laid across, while he other hand curled around the upper flesh of your thigh. he laughed along with you, not even taking a moment to stop at his affectionate attack.

the night carried on like that, all playfulness and laughter and eddie showing you he isn't afraid of breaking society's standards, once again. he loves you, deeply, and would give you the actual world if he could. of course, he didn't know by helping you face your insecurities instead of getting upset with you... that he already did give you the world.

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hi, I did not proof read over this. I'm sorry if there are errors or that my brain got jumbled at one point and things don't make sense. um.. hopefully this is enjoyable anyways :''')

#dev replies #ask vany #stranger things #st #eddie munson #eddie munson hc #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson x reader

[crapmagak]

Engage Drip Marketing: Clan

Whelp, looks like we’re getting characters every Thursday and Friday. It may not seem like a lot, but we have around 17 weeks until this game comes out, so potentially over thirty characters will be revealed. Not only that, but there will probably be surprise recruits that won’t be spoiled by drip marketing.

Today, we finally learn the name of the male twin… Kind of. These are ultimately shaky translations of the japanese name. Still, gotta call him something, and Clan seems to be the most common interpretation I’m seeing.

Translations of the first tweet goes...

Clan is a 33rd generation "Dragon Guardian", protecting the Divine Dragon in the Holy Land of Lithos. He defends Alear together with Vander. Is the twin brother of Flan, and was beside Alear when they woke up. A gentle boy, he takes care of Alear as part of his job but is also a fan of them.

The personality tweet goes…

Clan's self-introduction. A young boy with a kind air about him. His hair is braided on the opposite side of Flan's.

The dialogue is…

Clan: "Sorry, I was so shocked earlier that I didn't even introduce myself... I'm a 33rd generation Dragon Guardian, Clan. Pleased to meet you."

Note: All of these translations were kindly done by twitter user SatsumaFS

So, all in all, Clan seems to be what was on the box. Such things are to be expected from a character featured heavily in the trailer. Still, nice, soft boy characters are always pretty appealing. Him being in the 33rd generation of Dragon Guardians is interesting though, I guess because when Engage comes out it’ll be around 33 years since the first game. This also confirms that Vander is only a generation above the rest of the cast making him a dilf rather than a gilf. This is important information. Trust me.

Another thing I’d like to get into is that in the trailers, we can see that Clan has an engage form with Micaiah. He’s shown with it in a chapter where the playable characters are level 9, and the enemies are level 11. Pretty soon, all things considered. So, there will likely be a map or two where Clan has a lot of story relevance. I’m curious to see how that all ends up shaking out.

Now, as for his class tweet and clip…

Clan's starting class is Mage. Fires magic using tomes, good for hitting enemies that are far away or armored.

It’s confirmed Clan is a basic mage, but it’s neet to get one so early. I am curious about how mages will shake out in these games. Tomes have no class advantage, so it seems we’re relying on the classic “only five classes have magic resistance worth a damn” balancing act. But, considering Clan also has a wind tome in his inventory, I’m curious. Will mages be like in the gba games, where anima magic scales from Fire < Thunder < Elfire and so on. Or will it be like awakening where fire, wind, and thunder tomes each have their own divisions of and ranks? In awakening, fire magic felt kind of useless, not as fast or good at taking out flying units like wind, nor as strong and crit happy like thunder. Still, I guess that’s something that's yet to be seen.

Also, I think the mage’s crit animations are definitely benefiting from the new crit format. In the past, their crit animations have always been a bit lackluster compared to those with weapons. The reasons are obvious, the action and motion lies in the spells themselves, and you can’t make a new crit animation for every spell. Getting a close up shot of the mage, seeing them surround themselves in spectral pages, really manages to sell them charging power, though. Perhaps when we see sages and sorcerers, we’ll get to see them do stuff like float as they charge too.

As for the map itself, we have a lot to chew on. It’s pretty big in comparison to the others, and it’s one we saw briefly in the first trailer, when Framme was showing off her martial arts moves. Now that we see the map, we have a bit more context.

First, Clan is level 4 at the start, and characters like Chloe and Louis are already in the starting positions, meaning this map likely takes place right after the windmill chapter that was heavily showcased in the trailer. The area seems to be a castle of sorts, perhaps even the one showcased on the map. We see blue banners along the walls, with five petaled flowers depicted. From a story perspective, it’s likely that Elusian forces have captured the Firenesse castle, and it’s up to our heroes to recapture it. Still, I’m rather surprised we’re already doing something like this so soon.

The map itself is divided into three sections. We have the main stairs at the bottom, where our heroes start. In the upper left, we have a path leading to a treasure vault. To the upper right, we have a throne room. It seems that door keys, chests, and breakable walls will return in Engage, and this is the chapter where they’re introduced. There's also some conscious enemy placement, like having a group of fighters next to a group of myrmidons, so the player has to be careful with their spear fighters. All in all, seems like a fun time.

As for story predictions, it’s likely that after Lythos is invaded, our heroes are transported to Firenesse, and in a vision, the little girl who’s obviously the divine dragon gives Alear their quest (find the twelve rings, stop the fell dragon). Our heroes then run into Alfred and Celine, along with their likely retainers. Then they come across a group of corrupted attacking a village, and two Firenesse soldiers (Chloe and Louis) need their help. Once the chapter’s over, our heroes learn that the Elusians are invading, and our heroes head out to recapture the capital.

Again, I’m kind of surprised at such a fast plot progression. Hopefully this means we’re in for a dense story, and not a short one.

#Clan #fire emblem engage #fire emblem #name subject to change

[diaryofan-englishlitstudent]

Wednesday 29 June 2022

I forgot to update you on when I was finished with my essay.

I started working on it at 7am, and finally submitted it at 5:30pm.

I actively worked on it for 8 hours.

I'm terrified of getting my mark and my feedback, because I don't think the essay was very good - but I am not going to let it affect me if it is a bad mark.

I find that I tie a lot of my self esteem and confidence to whatever mark or grade I get on an assignment, which is a habit I am trying to desperately to break - especially since my grades recently have been so diverse.

I'm hoping that, next year, as I am having a year off due to my next modules not starting until October 2023, I can write more short stories, and perhaps even work on a novel, and maybe practise my essay writing as well - so as not to lose any progress I have made this year.

Today, my to do list is:

- finish reading the second Fear Street book

- finish Creative Writing chapter 2 in my textbook

- start reading It by Stephen King

I have an assignment due on Thursday for my Creative Writing module, and I am very excited about it, however, I am still so drained from Monday, that I'm putting off studying all day - which is something I will do tomorrow so I don't feel bad on Friday when I, inevitably, watch Stranger Things Season 4 Vol. 2 all day with my sister.

#dark academia #dead poet society #english lit student #light academia #the secret history #student #essay writing #stranger things #creative writing #fear street #it stephen king

[whythewords]

Thirty-Seven Special

Twelve minutes ago, December 17th ended and a new day began, meaning my birthday has officially come and gone. I took Thursday and Friday off leading up to this weekend, I had some very low-key hangouts with one or two friends over the last couple of days. Today my folks insisted upon a dinner together, I repeatedly stated that I wanted nothing which became a point of contention for some reason.

It all sort of hit different this year, and it hit hard and sudden. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. It's not about "feeling old," it's not thirty-seven in particular, it's the weight of the last few years and knowing the journey is still happening. It's not so much "thirty-seven" as it is "thirty-seven and living with my folks." Or perhaps it's "thirty-seven and just now beginning to figure out my career." Or, more likely it's a combo of those two things, a few others, and "thirty-seven and single." And boy was I reminded of that last one. My dad has always laid it on thick with the "bring us a grandchild" shtick but he's been consistently aggressive with it this week, up to and including my birthday. Three separate times in the day he made some sort of comment asking me why I was single, what was taking me so long, how long am I going to wait, etc. It was fucking jarring, considering the fact that the girl I had been speaking to for over 5 months, with whom I was FINALLY going to have a second date this past Thursday...just pulled out of the whole engagement.

A couple of days before we were set to meet, she messaged me saying she wanted to be upfront and honest and not waste my time, but she was feeling no romantic connection. No connection. After some texting, a handful of phone conversations and one date (which I thought went exceedingly well and got very strong signals from her indicating the same). Five months is a long time to only go on one date, so I get that aspect of it...but then why hang on for that long? I assumed she was still interested in following it where it went, seeing as she was still actively speaking with me and making plans. And the postponing/rescheduling/waiting fell on her side of the court, at least over the last few weeks. We had talked on the phone just a couple of days before she ended things. Again, that was a seemingly nice conversation where we shared some laughs, all seemed well. But apparently it wasn't. It's perplexing, and frustrating and ultimately...fine. It has to be fine because there is nothing I can do about it. I really felt like I was doing things right. But who knows.

She did float the idea of remaining friends since we had clearly developed a nice rapport. I politely declined. It would have been nice to hang out and remain friends, she was sweet and funny and I thought we had a great deal in common...but I know me, and I would likely get hung up and wait for the next opportunity where "more than friends" was back on the table. If we had met through friends (which is a lost art I fucking WISH would be my reality as opposed to these awful god damn apps), then I feel like a friendship would have developed naturally first and we could have remained as such. But we didn't. We met on a dating app, where one typically goes to find someone to date. A romantic connection....which is what I want...at least I think that's what I've determined.

All this to say, I've found myself very suddenly coming down with a bad case of the end-of-the-yearsies. And any time not spent with friends these last few days was spent alone in my room, paralyzed with anxiety about all of the things I should be doing but aren't. But I do think that after this last full week of work I'll be able to relax for real. Take a deep breath. Enjoy the company of friends and family. And then I can plan. Recalibrate. Try to look ahead with determination rather than doubt. There's not just career moves and living situation moves to make. I'm looking to find some new opportunities to get out of my comfort zone, some activities/routines to get me outta the house and meeting people (without the use of awful dating apps). There's also a few music-related things on the horizon that I am excited for.

There's a logical conclusion to the story of the last few years for me, a happy ending I'm working towards after the divorce, and the career change and the move. I see it in my mind almost every god damn day. I know what I want it to look like, and I know that there is actually potential that it CAN look like that, it's just a matter of when.

New year's comin'...

Maybe this will be the year?

Maybe.

#life of joe #dating #not so daily journal #music

[tiny-tigers]

🍬 - my favourite players are freddie, theo dan and *whispers* ow*n f*rr*ll.. i had a crush on him when i was like 15 and it stuck with me i hang my head in shame. but i've met him a few times and he's lovely :') so i get people disliking him on the pitch but off the pitch he's just so lovely

but i also do just like talking to you !! i've been lurking for a while and finally got the courage to send an ask and you've been so nice :')

i work in car insurance so very boring but customers are this time of year are so angry and it's very draining but our christmas party is on thursday and i'm off on friday so will have a good time then to relax :D

and my skin has like.. a few months when it's good then around my period it gets so bad it's been like that for ages and no products seem to work so far but it's easy to cover up with makeup when i need to !!

hope your recovery is going well and that everyday is getting a little better <3

what were the odds of you loving Theo Dan ??? I mean impossible not to fall in love with that little cookie but a "saracens" fan on my blog ???? Idk if you consider yourself to belong to any team tho ? England only perhaps ?

I have no doubts about that I just hate him on pitch and he replaced my ultimate fav , wrong man wrong time so since then Owen is the enemy but I have moved on to Dan Kelly for that so .... I get it. I'll give you a free pass. He loves Jack, has been a good captain and Dan Kelly is MUCH MORE despicable as he is an ass outside the pitch. I would rather love someone who isn't outside of work! So ok go Owen we cannot choose who we love. It's a Dan Kelly freezone tho so don't tell me you have sympathy for the devil.

Awwww this is absolutely so sweet, I do hope people know I'm absolutely glad to receive anons messages !! It is what has made this blog alive since day 1 from ten+ years ago. I did receive my ballot of haters but I answered to everyone I just blocked the last one because it was too much free hate but it's the only time I did. It's because Captain15/Fredanon isn't a real fan of sharing personal info and is new to internet friendships so she is the only counter-example I know about but personally I've met all my current best friends through the internet and here! So welcome on board sweetie.

.... but I have been very naughty and took SO LONG to reply so that is the only problem with me! I also love talking to you and OMG tell me you are going to see tigers saracens ???

How was the christmas party ???? You work !! so it's not boring, I have no more job and I feel empty. Some plans for Christmas holidays or new year ???

Aurelia cream and maria galland products : too expensive but clear skin (I have the worst problems with Hashimoto and tyroid stuffs so greasy complexion but dehydrated and hormonal acne so uuuuugh but cannot say how much it saved me )

Still haven't found a lot of products for makeup that are my go-to but for clear skin I think I have ! If someone has a good primer base tho... It has been a nightmare to find a silicone-free that can limit the vision of my gigantic pores, the one from sleek is IMPOSSIBLE to find so I might test the glowish one.

Tuesday I'm out of the staples so recovery is going smooth!

[tetrisfinished]

the c-word

has finally come for us. yes folks, that's right. my roommates and i (husband, kid and me) have finally been hit by the covid bug. woohooo....2 years later.

so here's the timeline of events as i remember it:

my in laws came from the states and visited in the last week of july/first week of august

we spent time together at wasaga beach on july 31st

they came for dinner on august 2nd at our place

on august 3rd yasir's aunt held a dinner which esa and i did not attend but yasir did

that day on august 3rd when yasir left, he did not come back home until his family had left back for the states again which was friday august 5th when he came home

yasir thhen started feeling his symptoms on monday night of august 8th

last week yasir tested positive on tuesday august 9th for covid and started isolation right away

however, of course it's really quite difficult to isolate from everyone when you're living under the same roof soooo of course i also started feeling symptoms and then tested positive for covid on friday august 12

on friday night esa had a fever pretty much throughout the night; we gave him medicine but didn't test him - i'm almost 100% certain he also got covid

luckily though, esa's fever broke on saturday morning and he's been back to regularly scheduled programming since then (thank goodness!)

today we are at monday august 15th, 2022 and the situation is that esa is still Alhumdulillah good, yasir feels like he's back to 100% (except that he's still testing + as of this morning and his sense of taste/smell hasn't fully recovered) and i thought i was almost all the way good again too except just about 20 minutes ago a headache started creeping up above my eyes on my temples that i can't seem to shake off. oh and i've also completely lost my sense of taste and smell.

so. yeah. that's where we're at. esa's been home from daycare ever since yasir tested positive so wednesday to now. the daycare's policy is that the child can return to daycare once the effected member(s) of the household have crossed 5 days of isolation (GIVEN of course that the child themself is also not showing any symptoms).

so as such, esa can only return to daycare 5 days after my positive result which was on friday - i.e. he'll be able to go back on thursday august 18.

it's not been totally bad having esa home though! i've quite enjoyed it but esa's also enjoyed a LOT LOT LOT of screentime.

which frankly i've allowed because if i'm being honest with myself (aside from the fact that i've been working this whole time - which i have) i've really gotten used to not actively being a parent 24/7. i know that's a shitty thing to say or think but there it is.

i suppose every parent must get used to that feeling eventually when their child starts school but perhaps it's a bit unnatural for me to start feeling this way this early.

in any case. that's that. i really don't want to wallow in mom guilt at 11:43 pm at night on a monday.

so instead i'll tell you the surprising thing about how covid has effected me. the symptoms i had were congestion, frequent headaches (which is not normal or regular for me so it was actually kind of a pain), cough, and of course the loss of taste and smell.

the surprising bit about it is none of that (even the headaches) really bothered me as much as the loss of my sense of taste. it is such a SURREAL experience to have not to be able to taste anything. it's as if you're going on a diet except that you aren't going on a diet.

what do i mean by that?

like as if you were restricting yourself from your cravings except that you see yourself eating exactly the thing you're craving but gaining absolutely NONE of that inner happiness over having satisfied that craving!

it is honestly the WEIRDEST feeling and i do feel so spoilt going on and on about it because thankfully my body is still able to extract the energy from the food that is still readily available to me - but i just can't taste it. i mean - talk about a first world problem, eh!?

so ya. i'm told this loss does come back eventually....it's a really weird feeling so i hope that that's true.

but ya. that's how our covid experience has been.

now this current headache is urging me to stop staring at my screen so goodnight from me!

much love,

-k

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

 Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

 "Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

 "Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson. 

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The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

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Chapter two : A New Beginning

{Lando Norris x Reader}

Summary: A photographer. A pair of F1 drivers. Triangles. A sticky situation of morals and fighting fate. What could go wrong?

Warnings: none :) apart from a mention of grief and passing of a loved one

Rating: teen and up

Word count: 2.9 k 

A/n: welcome to the second chapter of 'Shutter speed.'

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Previous chapters: Chapter one

Chapter two: A new beginning

By the time Georgie had raced home, it had stopped raining and the sun was beginning to fight its way through the mass of clouds that had filled the sky. The journey home had given Georgie plenty of time to think - to mull everything over about the crazy afternoon she had just endured. They had finally booked their first event since lockdown, the insanely attractive stranger she had met in the coffee shop but somehow it all ended back to a person she thought she had finished thinking about - not that you ever could. Her Theo. Her lovely Theo. 

Theodore was her childhood sweetheart. Theo was everything to her, llike Georgie was everything to him. They had their whole future planned out: travelling around the world and experiencing different cultures, photographing their entire experience and showcasing the beginning of their journey through life on an Instagram they had set up. Before settling down and starting a family of their own. Together. It was going to finish like all the fairy tales did...

And everybody lived happily ever after.

In hindsight, they had jinxed themselves before they had even started, not long after they had finished their A - levels and about to start their next chapter at Uni - Theo had fallen ill. Georgie refuses to acknowledge the illness for she believes it shouldn’t be the way he is remembered, instead reminiscing on the short but meaningful life he lived. Theo died not long after he was diagnosed, leaving Georgie behind with a new and tainted meaning to happily ever after because if it wasn’t with him then what did it truly mean? 

As they say hindsight is a wonderful thing.

Even now, 5 years on, 23 years of age, she is still plagued with the memories and the thoughts of everything they could have had but for some reason the universe was against it all. She hated to think of herself as unlucky because she was blessed to have met Theo in the first place. 

Shaking the memories from her head, she unlocked the apartment door and trudged through - hanging her coat and bag on the hooks then making her way over to the breakfast bar. On top was a fluorescent post-it note that read: “Popped into the city to pick up some new lenses for the cameras. Fill you in when I get back. Fancy getting a takeaway tonight to celebrate? Love you lots ~ Maisie.” 

A takeaway was exactly what was needed. She thought. And a nice warm shower. 

The thing Georgie loves about showers is that they give her the ability to find an answer and solution to pretty much everything and anything. She spent a lot of time in the shower after Theo passed, it was the only thing she could justify enjoying. Striping her clothes off and chucking them into a pile on the floor, she reached into the shower to turn it on - the water immediately rushing out and crashing loudly onto the floor. As soon as she was happy with the temperature, she stepped in - letting the warm water droplets wash all of her worries away. It was the only thing that she felt helped her relax; come to terms with everything she was feeling. 

Her first and main worry was what they were going to do after Goodwood. If they didn’t find consistent work soon they were going to run out of money - they were lucky to have made some good investments and savings leading up to this point to have coped through lockdown. 

Georgie grabbed the shampoo and rubbed it thoroughly through her long waves. She had been to Goodwood a few years back -  Theo had taken her. It was the best date she had ever been on - she remembered it as clear as day. They had found an empty bench to sit on next to the hill the cars climbed in the ever popular annual hill climb - it was there and then they had decided they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together and travel the world. 

Stepping back under the water, she let the water take the shampoo away, watching as the bubbles slipped through the drain. Theo had been a massive formula one fan - dragging Georgie into the sport as well. Jenson Button had been his favourite driver and McLaren his favourite team so naturally that was hers as well. As soon as he passed Georgie had nothing to do with the sport - she refused to watch it and stopped keeping up with the teams. 

She reached for the conditioner bottle, pressing her lips together in a tight line. All of this thought about Theo and the racing world she turned her back on - a slight regret forming in the pit of her stomach, was she ready to go back to it? She remembered the atmosphere of Goodwood when she had been, people from all over the world gathered to celebrate the one thing they had in common: their love for cars. She was slightly envious of the people who got to travel the world, following in the car's tyre tracks and capturing the moments you only get to experience once in a lifetime. 

Georgie paused and furrowed her eyebrows, she was struck with an idea. Whether it was absolutely brilliant or outright stupid and unrealistic, she was yet to find out. Hoping out of the shower and grabbing her towel, she made her way to her room. It was worth a look, she supposed, there was no harm in that. Once she was dressed, she sat at her desk and turned on her laptop; begging fate to be on her side today. 

“Honey, I’m home.” Called a voice from the kitchen. 

“Hey sweetie.” Georgie shouted back, “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” 

She pulled up the McLaren careers page, her mouse hovering over the view jobs link. Georgie was ready to travel the world. She was ready to experience life again - after all it was Theo’s dying wish that she completed everything they were setting out to do. Perhaps she was selfish for not coming to this conclusion sooner. 

She clicked. 

Taking one last deep breath, Georgie placed her hands to her forehead and moved her face closer to the screen as she read through the roles. Tyre performance engineer. No. Finance analyst - production. Definitely not. Hope was diminishing rapidly even though it was as she had expected. The chances of finding anything suitable were low. She was coming to the bottom of the list when a role jumped out at her. But not impossible apparently. 

Lead photographer - team. 

And the deadline was Tuesday at 11.59 pm. They had the best part of 6 hours to complete this application. It was going to be tight but possible. 

She jumped up and rubbed her hands over her face in disbelief. Running her hands through her hair, she sat back down - hardly being able to keep still. It was only an application advert - many people were going to be applying. She thought as she exhaled loudly. More experienced people. Skimming through the description and requirements, she almost felt like she was dreaming. It was perfect. The role was to travel with the whole team and capture every moment to later be used on social media and advertising. 

“Everything alright in here?” Maisie poked her head around the door. She was faced with an almost tearful Georige. Her words almost trailed off.

“Do you want to travel the world?” Georgie asked her, her voice wavering slightly.  Maisie seemed taken aback as she moved into the room and sat on Georgie’s bed. “I’m sorry - what? Have you forgotten what’s been going on recently?”

“With a formula one team, Mclaren to be precise.” Georgie corrected and moved aside so Maisie could see the screen. Silence fell between the pair as Maisie read on, Georgie’s leg had started bouncing in anticipation. Minutes later she was met with a frown. “That’s not quite how I had imagined you would react.” Georgia mumbled, sighing. She mirrored her friend's expression, chewing on her bottom lip. 

“Before we start fantasizing, I just want to make sure you’re ok with this.” Maisie said softly, taking one of Georgia’s hand in hers. Georgia nodded slowly, rubbing her thumb over her friend’s hand. “This would be his dream. I know he’s watching us - he really is looking out for us, Maise. I want to do it for him.”  

Maisie’s smile grew, “As long as you’re sure. Come, let’s discuss it over take away and I will explain how this weekend is going to work.” Georgie stood up, grabbing her laptop and a notebook, “One thing is for sure. We are going to need one hell of a portfolio.” 

It was now Sunday - the final day at Goodwood. 

To say the rest of their week leading up to this point went smoothly would be a lie. In the end it all got a bit complicated. They submitted their application at 10:58 pm that Tuesday evening - due to it only being a singular role they applied as their business in hope that the combined experience would set them apart from other candidates. Wednesday they spent the day prepping for Goodwood - trying out the new lenses and practising photographing cars they found around London. They were going to watch the Goodwood livestream on Youtube Thursday and Friday to see what they were going to be faced with that Saturday. Until Maisie received a call. It was Mclaren and they had gotten through to the interviews - all taking place that Thursday afternoon on teams. As it turns out, they wanted to have hired someone for the role by Friday in order to be ready for the British Grand Prix the following weekend. 

“I mean it makes sense,” Maisie said, blowing her coffee to cool it down before taking a long sip. “It is their home grand prix after all.” 

Georgie chuckled, “It’s just, I feel like if we were to explain to anyone they would think we were making this up. It’s all happening so quickly.” 

That Friday, ahead of their debut at Goodwood on the Saturday, they got the call. According to the lady Maisie spoke to, it was very close between them and another candidate but the fact they were working at Goodwood tipped the scales in their favour. 

“And.” Maisie started. “We are going to meet with a man called Zac Brown on Sunday, he is the CEO of McLaren Racing-” Georgie was very lucky to have Maisie as she was the businessman - or women in this case - out of the pair. Her people skills were unmatched, how she did it Georgie would never understand. 

Now on Sunday, Georgie was quite sad to see it coming to an end. The atmosphere was one that she had never quite experienced before - it was one that filled her with pride and adoration; something she hadn’t felt in a long time, not to this extent anyway. The whole weekend, a beaming smile had been plastered onto her face - so much so that her facial muscles were beginning to ache. The whole community of people were ecstatic to be there, watching on in excitement as a sport that had missed the company of their crowds opened its doors once again. It wasn’t long before she had agreed to meet with Maisie ahead of their meeting with Zac Brown that she found herself walking up the infamous hill. The loud buzz of conversation seemed to fade, instead the only sound she could hear was the rumble of engines as they came cruising by. She stopped at a clearing where a bench stood proudly, smiling softly to herself as she slung her camera strap over her shoulder, stuffing her hands into her trouser pockets. It hadn’t aged a day. 

Lando Norris had decided to take a break from the main McLaren marquee - he had just finished his final drive of the day and was looking for some time to reflect on the weekend he had just had after having the honour of driving the three cars that Aryton Senna won McLaren their championship titles. It had been a tough season leading up to this point - after Carlos left to join Ferrari he felt this year all eyes would be on him. Many expected Lando to fall into the shadow of his new teammate Daniel Ricciardo, everybody expected him to fade back into the background. Perhaps that was why he trained so hard during the winter break - he had pushed himself right up to the limit. Lando wanted to prove to himself more than anyone else that he was a good driver and he did have potential to fight those at the top, after the taste of a podium in Austria - he was hungry for more. Even as a young boy during his karting career, Lando put pressure on himself - to strive to be the best on the grid - sometimes it meant he forgot to enjoy himself because he was so worried about what other people thought about him. 

He had reached a clearing past the trees. All weekend he had kept half an eye out for the girl at the coffee shop. Part of him was disappointed not to have seen her, he really wanted that second chance. He came to a stop and checked his watch - it wasn’t long until Zac wanted him back; he mentioned briefly about a pair of photographers joining the team. They would be replacing his friend Jason after he decided that travelling just wasn’t practical anymore, who could blame him, his first child was on the way and he wanted to be there with his wife every step of the way. 

Lando brushed a hand through his curls, casting his gaze around before he would make his way back. When a bench caught his eye or more specifically the girl sitting on the bench. She sat with a content smile dancing on her lips, a reminiscent glaze coated her eyes. He took a step towards her, there was something familiar about her. It was like his feet were frozen in place - his brain was telling him to go back but his gut told him to stay put. He stood for a minute or two before it hit him - square in the face and quite frankly he couldn’t believe his luck. It was the girl from the coffee shop. Right in front of him. It was now or never. Lando took a calming breath before going and sitting next to her. 

Georgie was rudely pulled from her thoughts when a person sat down on the bench next to her. She moved her head slightly to see who the intruder was when her heart stopped. Recognition dawned on her face. Georgie knew instantly he had recognised her as the corners of his mouth twitched into a shy smile. “Hi.” His tone silvery and almost breathy. 

“Hey.” She beamed back, “I’m Georgie.” She said, gazing up at him, admiring the way the sun caught around his halo of curls giving them an almost angelic glow.

“Lando.” He told to her, the corners of his eyes crinkled slightly. Neither of them could quite believe that they were sitting with each other. 

“I - uh - It’s a wonderful day for it, isn’t it.” Georgie had panicked. She didn’t know what else to say and her mother used to always say:  ‘if in doubt talk about the weather.’ It was something along those lines anyway.  Silently cursing herself, she cringed at her awkwardness only to hear him chuckle at her comment. 

“It’s much better now the rain has cleared off.” Lando instantly felt relaxed around her, he didn’t know what it was. Perhaps it was that she seemed just as socially inadequate as he was. “So Georgie.” He savoured the way her name rolled off his tongue. “What brings you to Goodwood? I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I heard you talking about it before you rushed off the other day.” 

Georgie inched closer, almost leaning into the comfort and warmth he seemed to provide. “My friend and I are photographers and she somehow got us into working for the Goodwood Festival of Speed brand. I still don’t quite know how she did it, for some reason she didn’t want to talk about it.” She trailed off, a pink tinge creeping onto her cheeks as she had come to a rather astonishing conclusion. The corner of Lando’s mouth lifted at her innocence. “Anyway.” She moved on quickly. “As it turns out I am also here to meet my new boss.” 

“It’s almost like it was meant to be.” Lando quirked. “Who are you working for now?” 

“I’m the new photographer for the McLaren formula one team.” She explained, pride laced in her tone. Lando’s eyes widened, his mouth fell open in disbelief before he caught himself. Composed his expressions and stated very plainly...

“I’m Lando Norris. I drive for the McLaren formula one team. As it turns out you and I are about to attend the same meeting.” 

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Living The Dream

Heyo I wrote another Ted Lasso Story because I can’t help myself.

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Summary:  Ted's dreams are starting to take over his life. After a series of sexy dreams, Ted realizes he's attracted to a certain fella and needs to make some moves!

Pairing: Oh you know, Trent x Ted

Warning: smut in here

A/n:  So, this story is super similar to my story Dreamin' 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34710127

They are 2 different stories. This one is much more involved, longer, and actually has smut!

Anywho, Love ya'll, enjoy -- HAPPY HALLOWEEN (I'm so happy I finished in time to post this on Halloween! woo! It's still 11pm here)

“Jesus Ted,” Trent gasped, “You can’t just say something like that. You’ll make me think I was right and you do fancy a shag.”

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Monday Morning.

Ted was running late. When he finally made his way downstairs twenty minutes past due, Beard was still waiting. He was making an exaggerated but silent gesture at his watch to truly show Ted how he was seconds away from having to walk to work alone. However, Beard also had a coffee to offer him too - the saint.

Ted awoke to an unexpected incident that morning. The type that requires a good shower, a swift load of laundry, and a bit of awkward self reflection. He decided it was easy enough to simply dismiss what happened as a natural fluke. If morning wood was normal, then a random ejaculation while sleeping was fine too. He doesn’t think he’s done this since he was a teenager. Once the now cold sticky issue was taken care of, Ted believed he could go on his day as any other.

He was mostly correct.

At a brief meeting with Rebecca, the two marketing folks, and Trent, who was fitting well into his part time role filling in the gaps Keeley left behind, Ted found himself a bit...uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure when it happened, or what exactly triggered it, but he found himself, although not entirely erect, definitely...attentive. Everyone seemed too focused on the opportunity Trent was explaining to notice. Ted shrugged this off too as he readjusted himself and the meeting continued as perfectly as most meetings run by Rebecca did.

Thursday Morning.

It happened again.

This time was different, for Ted actually remembered some details of the dream that inspired his midnight emissions. Ted mostly remembers a vibe. A warm room. A ray of light that was cast in from somewhere unknown. It was oddly cozy for a sex dream. Ted notes it probably wasn’t the ambiance that got his engines purring, as nice as it was. He’s certain it was the voice. He remembers a deep and honeyed voice. He can’t remember any words they might have said, but golly, he does remember the part of the dream where his ghost of a lover spoke into his ear and the sound was velvet, the smoothest timbre Ted has ever heard. Ted feels like the voice was directing him, or perhaps Ted was realizing he wanted to obey the voice instinctively.

Luckily, he thought today was as good of a day as any to challenge the team to another race. As he ran laps with the boys he felt his body let go of the weird hold his dream still had on him.

Friday Morning.

Now that’s two nights in a row.

Ted would find that concerning if he wasn’t so enamored by the vision of the dark eyes that he remembered in the morning. That and the fact that he awoke last night at the climax of his dream. Unfortunately he was not awake in time to save his sheets. He figured if he was getting up to do laundry at 3:00am, he might as well just stay up for the day.

That left Ted exhausted by the mid afternoon. He was taking a break in the office when his chair became too comfortable and his eyes slipped close.

He sat slumped there still, over an hour later. His dream had returned with a passionate vengeance. At some point the dream focused where Dream Ted lay on a bed, smiling contently up at his dream lover as their hands glided up the insides of his thighs towards his crotch all while whispering unintelligible sexy things to him. Just as those hands reached out to grab their goal, the hands stopped and the voice seemed to clear up to something understandable.

“Ted,” Ted heard his name. Must have been his dream lover called softly, beckoning Ted to stay in the warmth of the dream that had already caught his mind.

Ted mumbled happily in response, and was rewarded when those eyes came into view. So Pretty.

“Ted,” The voice echoed, louder and clearer than before.

“Yes?” Ted answered the dream, “please, don’t go stoppin now”

The feeling of a tangible hand on his shoulder. Followed by a slight shake sent Ted’s two worlds crashing together before the dream crumbled away to leave only the waking world. Ted blinked a couple times, before instinctively stretching his neck and pushing himself upright in the chair.

Trent Crimm stood before him. It wasn’t often Trent would even need to come down to the locker room, but Ted did previously make quite the fuss making sure Trent knew he was welcome anytime. Trent looked nonplussed, shocked even. And despite the fluorescent lights that made everyone pale, he seemed to have plenty of color in his face.

“I” Trent started to speak. He coughed once before continuing, “I was asked to wake you, the team is out on the pitch and they claim to need your expertise. Coach Beard says it's important otherwise he would have just let you be."

"Well I thank you for your service!" Ted smiled.

"You're welcome." Trent said quickly before making a rather speedy exit.

Ted was a bit confused by the other man's retreat, until he moved to stand up and felt it. He was sporting a very obvious tent in his khakis, and he was so very hard. He almost had to sit back down at the feeling of himself against the fabric as he stood.

"Welp, that may have been awkward." Ted said to the empty room. He decided maybe a quick cold shower wasn't a bad idea. He could say he needed to use the toilet before heading out to the pitch.

Trent didn’t mention anything about it when they met briefly in the car park before leaving for the day. In fact, Trent didn’t say much of anything.

The Following Wednesday.

The weekend passed without a dream or unintended spunk. By Wednesday of the following week with no overnight surprises Ted was convinced his little issue had resolved itself.

That night the boys wanted to go out for drinks and were determined to get as many of the club staff to join as they could. Around 8pm, the whole lot of them made their way to the C&A. Mae was ecstatic to have thirty-plus Richmond folk piling into the Crown and Anchor that night.

Unexpectedly, around 10pm Trent entered the bar. It worked out perfect for Ted, who had been mostly chatting with Beard and Higgins previously, and they both wanted to call it a night by 9:45pm. Ted soon found himself nestled at the end of the bar talking exclusively to Trent for the better part of three hours. They found they had surprisingly more common ground than expected. They both ran track in secondary school, but determined they were better suited to careers adjacent to sports without too much physical output. They were both very particular about the darkness of they're grilled cheese sandwiches (Toasties, as Ted learned). They shared various stories about their children and how absurd little kids could be at times. Ted could have stayed and happily chatted for another three hours, finding himself utterly drawn into every story Trent told. The man was known for his impressive gift of narrative. Mae had different ideas and wished Trent and Ted a lovely goodnight of, "Get the fuck out darlings."

Thursday Morning.

Nevermind, it happened again.

This time Ted couldn't help but curse. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he experiencing a hormonal imbalance? Or had he been single long enough now, his body was so sex deprived it handled its business itself? No, not that. That's not a thing. Ted didn't think that was a thing anyway.

The dreams were getting more vivid. Ted woke up with a strong sensation of having been held down in his bed with a very determined mouth engulfing him. Dream Ted would whimper and squirm in place as best he could, but the warm hands on his hips pressed him down and secured. His dream lover would speak as it did last time the dream enveloped him.

"Oh Ted, I do love you laid out, all mine." Dream Voice would purr, breathe puffing out against Dream Ted's skin.

And that was enough. Ted lost himself, spoiling the sheets...again.

He wrote a note to himself to go somewhere after practice to buy another set of sheets, this pair was getting thread bare from all the washing.

Around lunch time, Ted found himself sitting in the stands. He decided to take the time to look at a few plays Roy had suggested while he munched away on his leftover mild samosas from Ollie's. He was looking at Roy's impressively neat and orderly drawn plays, but his mind was distracted. He wondered now why all his recent dreams seem to feature the same love interest. As vague and cloudy as the dream lover was in his memory, Ted was certain it was always the same person. Why his sleep brain was obsessed with this figure Ted wasn’t sure yet.

Ted decided to look at what he knew about this fantasy. They were warm, they were suave, they were a bit bossy. Their eyes were dark, almost black. Their hands were large. Most importantly, their voice. That's what Ted thought about the most. Smooth and deep. Ted hadn't thought about the low octave of the voice and what that meant in terms of the person themselves until this moment.

He knew a couple women with deep enough voices, but they both lacked the smooth sound this voice had. Maybe a man? Ted hadn't dabbled in those waters in a long long time.

Before Ted could really think about it more, there was a commotion down on the pitch. The boys were starting to file onto the field, ready for simple stretching and warm ups, when a loud voice called out, "Hey boys!" Some of the players laughed and hooted in response as Rebecca, Sassy, and Nora all walked out on the sidelines.

Sassy looked as good as ever, and Ted couldn't stop his apparently sex obsessed mind from thinking about their intimate night. Sassy was fun, she was energetic, incredibly flexible for a woman her age. All these were great assets to have in a lover. Ted had even fallen her wiles once of course, but in this moment even the memory of the two of them in a quite risqué pose did nothing to thrill him in the way simply daydreaming about his dream lover's voice did.

Friday Morning.

An improvement. Maybe.

He had another dream, but this time he didn't soil himself. Ted thought keeping it in was a good thing, but it was soon becoming a problem. Turns out everything was reminding him of his lewd dream from the night before and he was impossibly half hard all day.

The noise of Rebecca's office door closing a little harder than normal, made him think of how this dream lover pressed him against a door last night. Pinning Ted there and kissing him silly.

Seeing Higgins kiss his wife goodbye when she stopped by to drop off his lunch, only made Ted remember the new details his brain was concocting for his fantasy. Just like Higgins and his wife, Ted's dream lover and Ted were about the same height, maybe they were a bit shorter. Ted also swears his fantasy smiled into their kiss, much like Julie did when Higgins leaned in for a peck.

Richard and Isaac talking about their latest sexual conquests in the locker room wasn’t anything new, and Ted never paid it any mind before. Today he was trying to picture his dream lover and himself in the same positions as the players were describing.

Then the craziest thing happened. Sassy was waiting for him outside the staff kitchen as he was heading back to the players area to prepare for tomorrow's game. She didn't say anything at first, but smiled her best Cheshire grin. She held her hand out when Ted tilted his head in intrigue. There in her palm was a key. She explained she was in town for work and would be staying close by the club for the next week. She also very pointedly revealed that Nora was spending Saturday night at the house of a friend who lived in Richmond.

The key was an offer. A noncommittal booty call, to let go of some post game stress, or adrenaline, whichever it may be.

Ted grabbed the key immediately, almost without thought. Somewhere in his brain was screaming for him to 'just get laid already!' Even if Sassy didn't match his relentless fantasy, he knew what she was offering would be fun. Getting his rocks off while conscious might even be his ticket to break this cycle of wet dreams. A chill went through him and he winced. Would he just feel like a schmuck afterwards? He truly wasn't made for one night stands.

She must have felt his uncertainty, because she laughed softly and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"If you want it, you know where to find me. If not, I'm a big girl, I can handle my alone time." She didn't look at all upset. "I hope to see you around Marlboro Man." She told him before leaving him flabbergasted in his hallway.

Later, he was chatting with Beard and Roy about their game plans as they prepped for their home game the following day when Ted's phone beeped.

"Ted, is there any way I could talk to you after tomorrow's game?" Read the message from 'Definitely Trent Crimm'

"You surely can, Nottingham." He quickly typed back.

"That one doesn't even rhyme." The response was instant.

"Oh come on now, it was close enough. You find me after the game and I'm all yours." He responded, before looking at what he wrote and almost died. Now he was letting his dream influence his speech, or text as it were. He was hopeless. Luckily he was also very busy so he couldn't dwell on the message.

Saturday Early Morning.

Oh dear.

Ted certainly woke up with an aching case of morning wood. That was fine. That was the least of his worries.

What left Ted shocked was how detailed the dream was last night. It didn't even feel like a dream, it felt so real he had to sit in bed and focus on his room around him to prove to himself the dream was actually fiction.

Ted dragged himself out of bed and into the shower, thinking another cold shower would do the trick to reset his body. He stood under the water letting it hit him square in the face. The water was certainly chilly, but it didn't do a darn thing to calm his boner. In fact, the water droplets themselves felt amazing. His body was too warm despite the cold of the shower and anytime he moved, he could feel the heat surge in his groin.

Fine. There was more than one way to get off during waking hours after all.

Ted wasn’t one to do this often. But he certainly was proficient. He leaned one arm against the chilled wall as he let the other wrap around his annoyingly persistent cock. Letting himself focus on any details from last night's fantasy he could remember, he began sliding his hand at a quick pace.

There was a couch, his couch. He was seated, but not directly on the couch. Dream Ted was straddling the lap of his dream lover. They were making out like teenagers, loud, and sloppy, and fierce, but Dream Ted was loving every moment. Every aspect of his lover was overwhelming his senses. How one of those large hands settled in his hair and fisted almost painfully, extremely enjoyable. The other hand curled around Dream Ted's hip, pulling Ted forward to help with the relentless pace they were thrusting their hips together.

Ted closed his eyes tight. His hand moved faster as he tried to keep the dream replaying in his thoughts.

Dream Ted was moving his hand from his lover's hair now. Hair that was long, thick, and utterly wild at the moment. Dream Ted traced down the warm skin of his companion's neck. Dream Ted then went for gold, dragging the hand down their hairy chest before wrapping his fingers around both of their members.

Ted didn't even have time to think about that revelation. He didn't care that his fantasy was male, all he cared was that he finished the dream. That was the only way the tightness in his groin would release. The water was still flowing cold, but Ted was on fire. Everything felt so tense. He leaned his whole body now against the wall, to keep himself upright as he maintained his quick pace.

Dream Ted did his best to pull away and look at his partner, but was pulled back into another searing kiss. When he does pull back it's because they both need to gasp over the way Dream Ted twisted his hand over their tips.

Ted's hand mimics his fantasy.

"Ted, you can...I'm almost..." Dream Lover warns, completely out of breath, but makes no move to stop Dream Ted's arm. The voice sounded much more like one he's heard before.

Dream Ted laughs and kisses his partner again. Gazing lovingly at the man's golden skin, deep sable eyes, full eyebrows. And that dark hair, thick, soft, and complete with a perfectly placed grey streak that suited him so well.

Oh. Holy Smokes. Holy-Smokey-Colored-Hair. He was dreaming about Trent Crimm.

Ted wanted to stop and take in that revelation. He did, he really did, maybe, only maybe, but despite himself he closed his eyes once more, the dream was so close to the end. He just needed to finish. His hand never stopped moving.

Dream Trent released Dream Ted's hair to bring his hand down the aid Dream Ted's pumping and that was what they needed. They climaxed together as Dream Ted slumped forward into his love.

Ted didn't fare any different. He came hotly with Trent Crimm on his mind. Lazily pumping himself through what was definitely the strongest orgasm he could remember in recent years.

Well. That sure was something.

Saturday Later Morning.

Ted felt great.

He had some mixed feelings about his recent shower antics, yes. Maybe he'll ask the Diamond Dogs about it later. But he also felt physically, really really great. Despite the surprising subject matter, getting to take an active part in his orgasm for the first time in two weeks was the most refreshing feeling. Like the veil over him was finally lifted. Mix that feeling with game day adrenaline and oh boy, Ted was feeling good.

The day went by in a blur. Everyone was so busy, Ted included. Richmond won the game by a single goal and everyone was ecstatic. The locker room was all cheers, laughs, and a single shot each of what Roy simply called, 'The Good Stuff'. The typical post game celebrations lasted a long time before the younger fellas all wanted to head out to a different sort of club.

Eventually everyone went their own way and the locker room was quiet again. Ted, the last man standing, walked into his office while texting Michelle and Henry about the game. Sending them the post-win team photo they took out on the pitch.

He was enjoying the silence for a moment when he noticed a golden glimmer on his desk.

The key sat on his desk, Ted stared at it for a moment. It felt like the key was staring right back. Its was funny, the key was an offer of what he knew to be great sex, and here Ted stood thinking he'd rather take his chances on sex dreams of Trent Crimm tonight.

At some point Ted would have to assess what having sex dreams about a colleague, a good friend of yours really said about your feelings for that person.

Just then the door to the locker room opened.

Speak of the well dressed devil.

Trent walked up to the office and smiled to find Ted there. "Congratulations on the match Coach Lasso." He greeted. Ted was struck with how much he heard that very voice in his head and never realized who it belonged to. It seemed so obvious now listening to Trent speak.

"Thank you kindly, Trent." Ted thanked him. Now that Trent was standing before him, Ted had two thoughts. One, Trent's eyes were better in real life. Dark, mysterious, and two of the prettiest darn things Ted had ever seen. Two, it was a lot of pressure to be standing in front of someone you masturbated over that very morning and not kiss them silly.

"It's a shame I didn't get to be part of the press meet up. I heard you sang!?" Trent asked, rather amused.

"Just a bit of Tina Turner's 'Simply the Best' cause that's what those boys were tonight! Absolutely on fire!" Ted really didn't care if the team won or not, but seeing them all work together as well as they did tonight made him extremely proud.

Trent laughed softly, "I wish I got to see that."

"Stick around me long enough and I'm bound to break into song at some point." Ted beamed. He really liked Trent's laugh. The man had an incredibly heartfelt laugh even when it was light and airy. It always brightened up Ted’s day. Ted added, "You needed to talk to me about something?"

"Yes, I did." Trent walked further into the office. Slowly closing the door. "Last week, when I came to wake you up for Coach Beard, I did not intend to see, but you were-"

"Let me stop you right there. I think I know where this is going and I am deeply sorry if it was really awkward for you. I was just having an interesting dream is all. I wasn't doing anything inappropriate on work time. You must know how it is, sometimes your body just reacts a certain way. Mischievous minx, it is." Ted assured, but he was unconsciously being inappropriate wasn't he? It wasn't his fault, but he was getting sexually aroused thinking about a coworker.

Trent just looks at him, eyebrows raised and eyes intense. Oh. He's more curious than pacified by Ted's answer. Darn journalists and their curiosities, or...maybe Trent wasn't exactly uncomfortable with Ted having an erection in front of him.

In the brief time Ted had had to process he was, in fact, attracted to Trent Crimm, he hadn't had time to think about how Trent was a real person. A person who Ted knew pretty well by now. Well enough to know he was interested in men. Well enough that Ted was pretty sure he wasn’t seeing anyone currently. What if...What if there was an actual chance Ted could play out his fantasy with the genuine article? He wasn’t one for one night stands. And Maybe that was all Ted could get out of his fantasy come to life. But then again, Trent has pointed out how much he enjoys spending time with Ted on multiple occasions now. They do seem to get along swimmingly. Plus, Ted remembers how eager he was convincing Rebecca to hire Trent. How he insisted on being the one to set up everything to make Trent’s start at Richmond perfect. How he was always looking for a reason to spend time with the guy. How he had the man’s tea order memorized despite his distaste for the stuff. Oh dear. Ted wasn’t just attracted to him. He liked the guy. Really liked the guy.

Ever been slapped in the face with the overwhelming realization you want to date (and fuck) someone? Ted was feeling just that. And they happened to be standing in front of him.

“Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?” Ted asked, testing the waters.

Trent looked cautious, “You were having an interesting dream…” he swallowed, thinking, “Was it a sex dream?”

“Ain't that pretty obvious, given the state you saw me in?”

“I had my suspicions. But perhaps they were more wishful thinking on my behalf. You did say my name after all.”

“I did what!?” Ted exclaimed, pumping into his desk with his surprised movement.

“I walked in, you were asleep. I tried calling out to you, as I did, I turned the corner to see your condition, then you smiled and said my name. I thought you saw me come in, until it was obvious you were still sleeping.” Trent recalled, eyes still trained on Ted.

Ted had to laugh to himself. “I didn’t remember that part. Boy, that's a real shame. If I knew that I wouldn’t have had to spend another week trying to figure out who I was fantasizing about.”

“Jesus Ted,” Trent gasped, “You can’t just say something like that. You’ll make me think I was right and you do fancy a shag.”

That was enough confirmation Ted thought. He was going for it. If he didn’t, he’d just dream about Trent anyway.

“Reckon I was having sexy dreams about you.” Ted walked around the desk to meet Trent in the middle of the room. “Reckon I was harder than a diamond cause your voice infiltrated my dreams.” Another step closer, “Reckon I don’t know what has come over me, but I have been thinking about kissing you ever since you walked in this room.” Ted lifted his hand to very slowly brush Trent’s hair out of his face. Trent’s eyes widened, but he smiled, knowingly. “Why Mr. Crimm, I reckon I would fancy a shag.”

Adult, normal, everyday Ted would have been more careful, delicate, when starting a new intimate venture, but Ted decided to let Dream Ted take over for a moment. So he lunged. Capturing Trent's lips and immediately deepening the kiss.

Boy Howdy, this was nice. This was better than any of the dreams. Trent was even warmer in person. Ted pressed himself against Trent desperately trying to steal some of that warmth. Trent seemed quite content to share because she was wrapping his arms around Ted and clinging tight. They stood there, tangled up like necking teens for what felt like a long time. When Ted finally pulled away for oxygen’s sake, he was tickled to see Trent’s flushed face smiling too.

“Shit, I didn’t expect you to be quite so...enthusiastic for this.” Trent breathing heavily.

“What can I say, I'm very excited for this, wait, is that ok?” Ted asked, not wanting to scare Trent away already. His aching body would never forgive him.

Trent grabbed Ted's collar, pulling him back in for another hard kiss. This one let Ted feel Trent in charge and holy hell, Ted was putty in his hands. “That is much more than ok. Are you sure this is ok?”

“Oh I’m quite certain I want you more than Midas wanted gold. You’re the man of my dreams here.” And with that Ted ignored the look of pure astonishment from Trent who rasped, “Jesus” and pushed the man back until he was up against the wall by the door and Ted was kissing him again like kissing Trent was all he could do to survive. Hand grabbing everything and his hips pressed solidly against Trent’s. Trent placed a hand on Ted's hip and it caused Ted to stutter forward and grind himself against Trent. Oh that's nice.

Ted was a bit overzealous. He was hard as soon as their lips touched and every feeling of Trent’s lips of hands drove him insane. He pulled on Trent’s shirt, before getting distracted by the feel of Trent’s growing erection against his own. He wanted badly just to succumb to the feeling. Dry hump against the wall and get the true experience of Trent in person.

But some rutting wouldn’t be the full experience would it? He needed to get Trent back to his house. He needed to do that now.

So Trent drove them as far as he could and they made the last walk up the alley with a static energy sizzling between them.

They first took a while to talk about what they both were interested in, their limits, and intentions. They discussed what a night spent together would mean to each of them. How serious they were about each other. They got everything out in the open they felt mattered.

Then finally Trent's lips were on his again. They made out for a while, using the time in between kisses to get rid of their shirts and learn Ted was quite sensitive to Trent kissing him right under his ear.

Ted steered them to the coach, determined to replay that morning's fantasy, but it didn't go quite as planned. As soon as they reached the edge of the couch, Trent spun Ted around and pushed him down first. Ted fell with a light thud, now sitting on the couch. Trent standing before him, looking down at Ted, looking rather pleased. Ted let out a little pout.

"In my dream you were on the couch with me." Ted said, making a show of sticking out his bottom lip in disappointment.

"I do want to hear about these dreams of yours in more detail soon, but right now I want to give you an experience better than any dream." Trent then kneeled between Ted's knees, a teasing look in his eyes. He ran his hands up Ted's pant legs, grazing over Ted's caged cock as he did, until he reached the pants button and zipper. "Can I do that for you?"

Ted nodded so fast it could have given him whiplash. "Yes! Absolutely Positutely sir!"

Trent rolled his eyes, but smiled, quietly saying, "Good Boy" as he undid Ted's pants.

Saturday Late Night.

Ted was living the dream.

After having been subject to what Ted was convinced was the greatest blow job he'd ever had the pleasure of receiving, Ted had pulled Trent up to him. They indulged in some more making out, which Ted could happily do forever. Especially when he was still sluggish from a life changing orgasm.

It's the weirdest things that make you reevaluate your life. This morning he was just Ted and tonight, well, he was still just Ted. But tonight he felt more whole. Maybe those dreams were meant to tell him something more than, 'clean your sheets'. Maybe they were helping him get to this. Helping him see the man currently in his lap in a whole new light. An affectionate and sexy new light.

Sexy and affectionate were also pretty good descriptors for how Trent was right now. He seemed to enjoy giving Ted head as much as Ted did to receive. The noises he made were more attractive then the dreams ever were and the look in Trent's eyes as he watched Ted's every reaction from his spot between his legs was pure adoration. Ted felt wanted and adored. It was incredible and gave Ted the renewed energy and confidence in his next moves.

He had a newly naked Trent in his lap, which was beyond wonderful. Ted made his moves, wrapping one hand around Trent’s cock and the other around his hips, pulling the man as close as he could and still move his other hand. Their kiss, sloppily ended and their foreheads fell to press together as they breathed ragged. It was hypnotizing watching the way his hand glided over the smooth skin of Trent’s cock. He didn’t realize how much stronger a hand job’s visual appeal was when you weren't pumping your own. Ted couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way his fingers fluttered over the tip or how little beads of liquid pooled there. It might have even made his mouth water a bit. Add the soft and needy noises that slipped out of Trent's mouth and it was a magical scene.

“Enjoying the view?” Trent asked in one breath, before sucking in another sharply, when Ted tightened his grip slightly.

“A slice of heaven itself, all for my viewing pleasure.” Ted laughed.

Ted increased his pace as he knew he liked himself, and shortly, Trent was a goner. Trent had moved both hands to grab Ted’s face and kiss him vigorously. A second later he was whining into the kiss and spilling himself over Ted’s hands.

Ted was smugly proud the rest of the evening.

Monday Morning.

Ted entered work with a literal skip in his step. He had gotten an incredible night's sleep the night before. He wasn’t as lucky Saturday night, where he had the treat of one, Trent Crimm cuddled up with him in bed. Trent didn’t have a sitter last night so they had to go back to their normal lives. Ted did however have one hell of a racy phone call before falling asleep. Ensuring that Ted’s orgasm occurred before he was asleep. It also ensured that Trent’s voice floated in his head as he fell asleep. He did have another dream, but this one was more romantic in nature. Cozy even. Ted was also told on that phone call that he might just get a chance for a little ‘lunch date’ if he’s lucky.

Ted wore his lucky socks and his clover printed boxers brief's, just to add to his luck. He wasn’t taking any chances. This was his dream man after all.

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#also on ao3 #ted x trent #ted lasso fanfiction #trent crimm/ted lasso #storytime #trent crimm #fanfic

[trysomecats]

(Equation of a Lie anon) It was 1D and I'm pretty sure it was like Louis being a sub and failing a math test and then lying about it. Then his doms make him quit soccer?? Sorry if that's way vague it's been a while 😅😅 Also thank you for answering, you're super sweet!

Ah, yes, now I remember! I did remove that fic off of ao3 (for personal reasons) However, I have no problem with posting it on Tumblr, so here you go!:The Equation of a Lie

Summary: Louis’ grade in mathematics is slowly declining. If he doesn’t do something about it soon, his doms will make him quit the footie team. When he fails a major test, he keeps it from his doms, planning on retaking it behind their backs to save his grade. Unfortunately not everything goes to plan.

“Now, I have your tests to hand back. Most of you did very well, the class average was beyond exceptional. However, if you feel that you did poorly, you are more than welcome to talk to me and make arrangements to retake the test on Monday. After you all receive your tests, class is dismissed.”

Louis felt himself sigh internally with relief. Hopefully he counted as ‘most’ of the class. To be honest he hadn’t studied as much for this test as he should have. Maths was never his strong point, not to mention it was terribly boring. It also didn’t help that the professor, Mr. Winston, was a major ass.

Unfortunately when Louis received his test, his stomach dropped when he saw what his grade was.

One of the biggest expectations Harry and Nick had for him was to get good grades. School was important, they’d explained to him, especially university. This math class was the only class that he didn’t share with one or both of his doms. Naturally he’d slacked off a bit, knowing he wasn’t under their watchful eyes. His notes become shorter and careless, as did his studying.

Now, however, he was experiencing the consequences of his behavior. They would surely make him temporarily quit the footie team until he could bring up his grade, or worse make him stay off the team permanently as punishment. It was hard to tell, because Louis had only been their sub since June, four months ago. They were strict, but only when need be. Louis tried his best to behave for them, even if his new lifestyle was taking some getting used to. He hadn’t been planning on finding his soulmates so soon in life, but apparently fate decided differently.

Louis hid the test in the very back of his folder. He waited for most of the class to retreat before going up to his professor’s desk.

“Um, Mr. Winston?”

“Hmm?” The professor looked up. “Ah, Louis. I’m guessing you want to retake the test?”

“Yes please,” Louis nodded hurriedly, glancing at the clock. His doms would get here pretty quickly, and he didn’t want them to overhear the conversation. “You said I can retake it on Monday?”

“That’s right, you can just stay and take it after class. First we can go over any questions you have beforehand. You should look over your test this weekend though, and make notes of what you did incorrectly. Try to figure out the problems yourself.”

“Right,” Louis said quickly when he caught sight of his doms approaching the doorway. “Well, thank you Professor, have a good weekend!”

“Louis,” Professor Winston said sternly, halting the boy in his tracks. “Make sure you get that test signed by your doms as well, alright?”

“Y-Yes Professor,” Louis said, feeling like a rock had fallen into his stomach, and also getting a bit angry. Winston was always more unfair to subs than he was to doms. While it wasn’t considered uncommon for a professor to request a dom’s signature, it was still a rather dickish move.

Louis all but ran from the room, stopping at the sight of his doms. They had their hands entwined, looking at him with beaming smiles.

“Hi Love,” Harry kissed his cheek. “How was class?”

“Good!” Louis answered far too cheerfully. “Great, even.”

“I never thought I’d see the day where you answered so positively about a math class,” Nick said, taking his turn to kiss Louis’ cheek as well. “I take it that means you did well on the test?”

Louis swallowed, forcing a grin. “Yup! I guess all that studying paid off.”

“Just like we told you,” Harry said with a nod. “Hard work always pays off in the end. That’s why we’re so persistent, not because we’ve got sticks in our arses.”

The sub flushed, remembering a past argument with his doms in which they had withheld his phone until he’d finished his literature homework, prompting Louis to insult them in such a way as Harry had said. He’d lost his phone for a week and gone to bed with a sore bum that night.

“Well, it’s the weekend now anyway,” Louis reminded them. “We have two days to forget about school.”

“That’s right, was there anything special you wanted to do?”

“I was thinking,” Louis bit his lip as an idea came to mind. “Maybe I could see Niall? It’s been awhile since I’ve visited him.”

That wasn’t a lie at all; Niall wasn’t going to school right now, and Louis missed him dearly. He could visit his best friend, hang out for a bit, have him forge a signature for the test…it would be a good visit, really.

“That sounds like a lovely idea,” Nick smiled at him. “I’m sure Niall will be thrilled to see you.”

…

Niall ended up being very thrilled to see Louis, that is until he found out the real reason for his friend’s visit.

“I don’t get it, why can’t you just show it to them? If you’re allowed to make it up, they shouldn’t be too mad…unless you muck up the second attempt, that is.”

“Niall, you don’t know Harry and Nick like I do. They’re very insistent that I keep up my marks. Besides, they’ll find out that I’ve not been studying as much as I should be, and that alone will screw me over.”

“But why do I have to sign your test?”

“Because,” Louis said, shoving a pen into his friend’s hand. “Professor Fuckface knows my handwriting too well, and I’m shit at impersonating anyway.”

“Alright fine,” Niall consented, ”Give your test here then.”

Louis left Niall’s feeling quite content and confident that he could keep this whole math fiasco under the wraps. So long as he studied hard and did well on the retake, everything would work out just fine.

“I just hope everything goes well,” Niall muttered once the test was signed. “I don’t want my doms finding out. They wouldn’t really approve of something like this.”

“Niall,” Louis tsked. “Nobody will find out. Even if they did, I wouldn’t tell who signed my test. You’re completely safe in this whole thing.”

“Okay, I guess that makes me feel better,” Niall said, his smile returning. “Want to play fifa now?”

Louis grinned. “Let’s do it.”

…

It was three days after retaking the test, on Thursday evening, when the test had once again made an appearance into his life, despite him thinking it was all over with. Footie practice had been from three to five, and now Louis was on his way home.

Nick or Harry would often come to watch the end of his practice and escort him home, but today neither one showed up. Louis didn’t think too much of it though, and even felt proud that his doms trusted him enough to make it home by himself. He was always telling them that it was pointless for them to come, seeing as their flat was just a block from the university.

His stomach was definitely ready for food, and he hoped that Harry was making something good tonight for dinner. It was usually ready by the time he got home from practice, so his mouth was already watering at the possibilities.

To top off his already good mood, tomorrow was Friday which meant the weekend was practically here. This weekend Louis wanted to do something special with his doms. Perhaps they could go to the city’s amusement park, or have a picnic on the beach.

“I’m back!” Louis called, dropping his sports bag to the floor and kicking his cleats off. He grinned at the smell that had taken over the apartment, as it was obvious that a pot roast was in the crock pot. That meant garlic potatoes, crisp buttered bread, and a caesar salad were also in the works.

“Hazza? Nick?” He called out, as nobody had rushed out to greet him like normal. The sub meandered through the hall and to the kitchen, seeing his guess had been correct, as dinner looked almost done. There was no Harry in sight though.

“Come join us in the living room Louis!” Harry’s voice finally called out from the living room. Louis grinned, exiting the kitchen at a hurried speed so that he could see his doms.

“Hi guys,” Louis pecked Nick’s cheek and gave Harry’s arm a squeeze. “What are you doing out here? Dinner smells so good Haz, I’m starving! Coach had us run such hard drills today, but I did really well…”

The sub trailed off a bit, especially when he realized that neither boy was smiling. “Um, is everything okay?”

He hadn’t misbehaved today, had he? Louis wracked his mind for anything that could have happened today. He’d done all of his morning chores, behaved during his classes, answered each text his doms had sent to his phone…he’d been good.

“It sounds like you had fun at footie practice,” Harry finally said, though his voice didn’t contain any warmth. “Which is good, seeing as you won’t be going back anytime soon.”

Louis still wasn’t comprehending what was going on. “Huh?”

Nick cocked his head to the space in between he and Harry. “Sit down, Louis.”

The sub did as he was told, now feeling a bit cautious. What on earth had his doms in such a somber mood, and what was with the comment about footie? “Is everything okay?”

“Everything was okay,” Nick told him. “That is, up until about an hour ago, when we received a call from your math professor.”

Louis felt his face go white.

“He had some very interesting news,” Harry continued from where Nick had left off. “You see, he called to inform us that you failed the test that you took on Monday…re-took, actually. He suggested you be set up with a tutor immediately, seeing as you’re on the verge of failing the class entirely.”

Louis’ lips were parted slightly as he stared back at his doms. His brain was trying to process a dozen thoughts and emotions at once. He had been sure that this second time taking the test had gone well! This was not good, not good at all.

“It’s quite peculiar actually,” Nick said. “Professor Winston was under the impression that we knew about your struggles with the material, seeing as he has your old test, apparently signed by the both of us….”

“I think we both know that neither Nick or I signed that test,” Harry’s voice was low. “So now, Louis, the floor is yours. We demand an explanation immediately.”

The sub resisted a squeak, his mouth feeling way too dry. His mind was whirling, trying to come up with something reasonable to say. Evidently he was already quite screwed.

“I- I thought I had it under control,” He soon blurted out. “It was- I studied some more, and I thought I would do better. I didn’t want anything to get in the way with foot-”

“Well it’s a very good thing that you won’t have to worry about that silly sports team any longer,” Nick said. “You’re going to leave your phone down here and go upstairs to the guest bedroom.”

“Nick and I are going to eat the delicious meal that I’ve prepared,” Harry continued. “You, meanwhile, will get dressed in your pajamas and stand in the corner of the bedroom. Right now!”

“Y-Yes Sirs,” Louis’ felt his voice waver as he rushed to do as he was told.

The sub was unable to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks as he changed into pajama shorts and a t-shirt before heading to the guest bedroom. Nobody ever went in here much, as they all occupied the main bedroom. This room was more or less only used for isolation punishments.

Once he was in the corner, nose pressed against the wall, Louis cried quietly. He felt very remorseful of his actions. If only he had just informed his doms straight away about the first test…they would have been a little upset, but nothing like this. There were a lot of behaviors that his doms disapproved of, but lying and deception were probably the worst.

His stomach grumbled, because he could still smell the delicious pot roast downstairs, but he would not be having any of it. This was not at all how Louis had expected his evening would be going. He’d been thinking more along the lines of a yummy dinner, hot shower, and lots of cuddles and kisses.

Now Louis’ stomach churned. He had never done something like this before, so he was unsure of what his punishment would be. A spanking, most likely, and obviously no more footie for awhile.

No more footie…

Louis let out a choked sob.

Missing dinner wasn’t that big of a deal. The sub knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach anything anyhow.

…

After dinner, as promised, Harry and Nick came upstairs.

“Harry and I have been talking, and your punishment has been decided. Now Louis, we’ve had many chats about your role and rules as a sub. You’ve broken some of the more serious ones with your recent actions. You’ve lied and deceived us, about school of all things. And you know very well how seriously we take your education.”

The sub could only stare at the floor, ashamed.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. Tonight your bum is going to feel the full force of what happens when you deceive your doms. Tomorrow the three of us are going to have a nice long chat with your math professor. Afterwards, we’re going straight to your football coach. You’re going to tell him that you won’t be on the team for the remainder of the season, because you’ve been a very bad boy.”

“Please!” Louis cried out as he sniffled. “I’ll do anything, just don’t make me quit footie. Please don’t!”

“Kneel!” Nick said sharply, causing the sub to instantly collapse to his knees. “Playing sports is a privilege, and subs who lie get their privileges revoked. From now on you’re going to be in tutoring four days a week after school. Then you’re going to come home and do homework. When you’ve finished your homework, you’re going to quietly study. Up until you have perfect marks for every course, if we hear a word of complaint from you, your bum will turn a nice shade of red.”

“Is that clear?” Harry asked asked a few seconds later, when Louis only continued to sob.

“Y-Yes,” Louis managed to say. “Y-Y-Yes Si-irs.”

“One more thing, before we get started. Who signed your test?”

Louis moaned lowly, refusing to look up.

“That’s not an answer,” Nick said. “Was it you, or someone else? Don’t even think of trying to lie to us again.”

“Niall!” Louis bawled. “Was N-Niall!”

Nick nodded. “I thought as much. Well Lou, now you’ve even gotten your friend into trouble. I hope you understand now that there are always consequences that come with actions.”

Louis was still too distraught to say anything, so he continued to weep at the feet of his doms, remorseful and guilty. Now Niall would be in trouble with his own doms, and it was all his fault.

…

Louis slept in the guest bedroom that night, lying on his stomach with a bottom that was on fire. Neither Nick nor Harry went easy on the physical part of his punishment. They didn’t use any objects of course, but thirty spanks on his bare bum from each of his doms was more than a little painful in itself, excluding the additional fifteen smacks on his sitting spots at the very tops of his thighs.

He didn’t get cuddles either. Usually his post-spanking treatment bordered on being spoiled, with cuddles and warm milk and soothing aloe on his rear. Instead he’d been sent straight to bed.

Nick and Harry were very firm this time, making it clear that he wouldn’t be getting any sort of comfort until after he explained to his coach that he was leaving the team.

That hurt a lot more than the spanking did.

…

The next day was no doubt the most humiliating thing that Louis had ever gone through. Neither of his doms said much of anything to him, though Harry did serve him a plate of pancakes. There were no cute whipped cream faces on them though.

At school Louis squirmed through all of his classes, his poor bottom still tender from the night before. When math (his last class of the day) had finished, it was time for his doms to meet with Professor Winston.

“Good afternoon Professor,” Nick reached out to shake Winston’s hand, and Harry followed suit. “We’re here for the meeting scheduled in concern of our sub.”

The professor greeted them professionally. “Yes of course, have a seat.”

It was embarrassing, having to listen to his doms and professor talk about him as if he were incompetent. The only good thing was that Louis didn’t have to speak much, although he was fuming at everything Winston was saying to his doms.

“Louis has been declining for weeks now,” Winston drawled on. “Always looking out the window and doodling in his notebook. I can’t recall him ever raising his hand, not once.”

These words appeared to irk his doms, much to Louis’ satisfaction.

“If it’s been bad for this long, why haven’t you contacted us sooner?” Harry demanded to know.

“W-Well,” The professor’s cheeks reddened, caught in his words.

Needless to say, the meeting didn’t last long after that. Unfortunately now came the even worst part of the day, which would be paying a visit to his football coach.

…

“Um, James?”

Coach Cordon looked up from his clipboard, his face instantly brightening. “Louis, hi! What can I do for you? I know you’re eager, but practice isn’t for another hour.”

“R-Right,” Louis swallowed, praying that he wouldn’t break down in front of his coach.

James then noticed Louis’ doms. He was already well acquainted with them, seeing as Harry and Nick attended all of Louis’ games and even sometimes practices.  “Hello boys. Excited for the big game coming up?”

Louis felt like he’d been punched in the gut. James and the rest of his team were counting on him for this game, which was coming up in just a few weeks. Him not playing would leave them all screwed.

Harry cleared his throat. “I’m sure the game will go well. But James, Louis has something he needs to tell you.”

Harry’s solemn expression clued James in on the fact that some bad news was about to be heard. Louis, meanwhile, was biting his lip so hard that it was in danger of bleeding. He felt humiliated, being marched over here by his doms, like he was incapable of doing it by himself.

But that was a main point of this punishment, humiliation.

“I’m sorry James,” Louis took a deep breath, looking down because he was unable to look his coach in the face. “I can’t be on the team anymore. I was- I was bad. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh,” James sounded so disappointed. “You…You’re sure about this?”

Louis was quiet, until he felt a nudge. “Yes Coach. I’m sure.”

“Thank you for understanding James,” Nick said, resting a hand on Louis’ shoulder. “We should get going now. We wish your team the best of luck for the remainder of the season.”

Louis’ shoulders shook, chest tight as he tried to contain his silent sobs of despair. While some people might view it as something of little value, football meant everything to him, and to lose it was to lose a tremendous part of his life. It also hurt, knowing that his team had been counting on him, and he would be letting them down.

“I know that was hard,” Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around the distraught sub. “You were a very good boy today.”

Any other time Louis would have immediately sought comfort from his doms. Right now, however, he was too crushed to accept any sort of comfort, so he stood rigidly without returning the hug.

Louis maintained his distance the rest of the way home, planning to head straight up to bed and hide under the covers for awhile.

Nick caught him by the shoulder once they were inside their home. “Lou…”

“You said I was good, can’t I just be alone right now? I’ve got homework to do.”

They let him go, and had Louis looked back, he would have noticed their pained expressions.

…

Three weeks.

For three weeks now, Louis had been nothing but the perfect, studious sub. Through all his classes, Louis’ eyes never left his professors as he took diligent notes. Monday through Thursday, he would head straight to the tutoring center after his classes, where he would spend two hours working on math equations with the on hand tutors.

Once his tutoring was done, one of Louis’ doms would come to get him. Then would come the time for any additional homework from his other classes. Dinner would happen somewhere during this time, and afterwards Louis would simply study for any upcoming quizzes or tests before going to bed.

Nick and Harry weren’t mad at him anymore. They hadn’t been, really, since after the night they had found out about the test. That didn’t mean the punishment still wasn’t in effect, but the doms acted like everything else was normal.

Louis knew he had done wrong, he really did. Despite this, the sub couldn’t help but feel peeved about the situation. He would never be outwardly rude to his doms, but he still found other ways to make sure his feelings were known, mainly by acting distant while still retaining the politeness that was required of him.

“Louis,” Harry’s voice drew Louis away from his english essay, which he was putting the final touches on despite it being due almost two weeks from now. “What’ll it be tonight love, pasta or fajitas?”

The sub gave a small smile. “Whatever you’d like, Sir.”

Harry’s hand rubbed at his shoulder. “You don’t have a preference?”

“No Sir,” He answered, looking back at his computer screen, where his essay was on display.

The dom peered at the screen as well. “Is that your subculture essay? That’s not due till the sixteenth.”

Louis continued to type. “Yeah, m’just getting it done early.”

“Well,” Harry seemed to struggle with something. “Why don’t you take a break and help me with dinner, okay? It’ll give your eyes a break.”

Louis did so, both to appease his dom and due to the fact that Harry had been right about his eyes needing a break from the computer. Besides, normally on nights when Louis didn’t have footie, he would hang out in the kitchen with Harry while dinner was being made.

Harry had probably been missing that, just like Louis had been.

…

Later that night, after a dinner of fajitas, both of his doms asked to speak to him in the master bedroom.

Nick touched his cheek. “Harry and I have been talking, mostly about your punishment.”

Louis stared back at them silently as an indicator to go on.

“Well, you’ve pretty much caught yourself up in all of your courses now. You’ve even gone beyond our standards. Therefore, we both agree that this speaks loudly at the fact that you’ve handled your punishment very well.”

Harry touched the sub’s cheek. “To be honest, we also miss seeing your lovely smile. Louis love, you know why we had to punish you, right?”

“I do,” Louis nodded solemnly. “I hid my test from you, and then went behind your backs and lied.”

“Right,” Harry said. “I’m glad you understand. You’re no longer on any restrictions, so long as you maintain steady grades.”

“We also understand that outdoor footie season is almost over,” Nick added. “But winter signups for indoor footie are next week, and you have permission to join if you want.”

There were a lot of different emotions circulating in Louis’ head. While he was still upset at the fact that he’d had to miss the biggest game of the season, he was also ashamed of the way he’d handled his math test. Perhaps the consequences would have been less severe had he been open and honest.

He was also feeling very remorseful about dragging Niall into the situation. His friend had warned him, but Louis hadn’t listened. He was so desperate about staying on the team, but in the end that desperation was what put him in this situation.

This was the hardest Harry and Nick had ever been on him. It was clear that neither of them liked punishing him in such a way. Yes, they had been very angry the day they found out, but that anger had vanished by the next day. These past few weeks they had been nothing but loving, and it was Louis who had resisted that love.

Being a matched sub was still such a new concept for Louis. Sometimes it left him disgruntled, while other times it left him feeling like the happiest person alive. No matter what, one thing was clear. His doms loved him very much.

“That sounds nice,” He smiled tentatively at them, getting two warm smiles in return. “And I really am sorry. I promise I won’t ever go behind your backs like that again.”

“Everyone makes mistakes Lou,” Harry told him. “You’re forgiven- have been forgiven, ever since you talked to your coach. We both know how hard that must have been. Footie means a lot to you.”

“Yes it does,” Louis agreed. “But you guys mean more to me than any sport ever could.”

He spoke the truth.(If anyone thinks of other fics I removed from my ao3, feel free to reach out and I’ll post them on tumblr!) 

#1dfic #harry/nick/louis #this used to be on my ao3 #dom/sub

[worththefrogs]

I just wanted to go on the boat

The second I hung up the phone after getting kind of dumped for not being Chinese, I went back on the dating app.

I matched with a guy within minutes, and we chatted a little bit on the app. We bonded over dad jokes and I told him that the one I was thinking of required me to say it out loud, so he asked for my number. (slick)

So, we talked on the phone for a little while. It was only like 30 minutes, but we seemed to be getting along well. He suggested we meet up and asked when I was free. Tomorrow, I replied.

So, we met up for some boba, got a beer elsewhere, walked to Starbucks (wow all liquids, I'm realizing)... and spent a couple hours just talking and laughing. At the end of the night, he walked me to my car and we kissed.

That was Friday.

Saturday I went to my friend's house for Friendsgiving and we texted throughout the night. On the way home, he asked me to call him so he could make sure I got home safe since I had some alcohol. I did, and the drive was only 30 minutes but we talked for 3 hours.

We met up twice more. Sunday for a fancy lunch which was intimidating, and Wednesday for a "he will plan a date and surprise me" night. (He picked dinner and a movie, but it was cute overall and I was pleased.)

Every day, he would call me at the end of the day for a quick chat. He planned our third date before our second date even happened.

He told me things he hadn't told anyone else, and he offered to share his discount code for work with me. We connected on big and small things, and overall seemed to be on the same page with what we wanted for our future and our partners.

Now, I will admit that I was perhaps rushing into this after being rejected by the first guy I had kind of felt interested in for a while and that maybe my feelings just sort of bled from one of them into another. But, he did give off a lot of signals that he was happy to move at this pace.

Remember that this is around Thanksgiving, so on Thursday, I went to dinner at my grandma's house and while I was there, my uncle invited me to go on his boat on Saturday.

Look. I really wanted to go on the boat, okay? So I said yes, but forgot that I had scheduled a date with this guy for Saturday. My uncle said, just invite your friend along, it's fine.

So, I did. I sent a text asking if he wanted to go on my uncle's boat, and he didn't respond. It's Thanksgiving so I figure he's with his family, so it's fine.

Turns out the weather's not right for sailing anyway, so I basically cancel the plan before he has a chance to respond, about 30 minutes later.

He finally responds very formally, saying "thank you for the kind invitation."

I brush it aside and move on.

Saturday comes around and I haven't really heard from him that much in the past two days, so I send him a text asking if we're still hanging out that day. (Side note: I went on the app and noticed he had updated his profile. This was suspicious.)

Anyways, he ultimately sends me A NOVEL about how he thinks we aren't on the same page and that we're looking for different things and maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore.

I call him to find out what happened, and he says a lot of weird excuses about how the date on Wednesday wasn't "thrilling enough" (he planned that one, so how is that on me), but I finally realize that he got freaked out by my basically inviting him to meet my family after only a week of dating.

Okay, understandable, it sounds weird when you say it like that, but I wasn't thinking about it from that perspective and I just went, hey two birds one stone. I want to go on this boat, I have a date, let's do the date on the boat.

I told him this, and he said to me, okay I understand, but I'm not sure still. I told him, okay, I know you like to make decisions in your own time and process things, and now that you have this new information about my side of things, how about we reconnect about it in a couple days.

So, in a few days we set up a call after work, and I ask him what he thinks. He said, "yeah I think I'm just over it." This is mind-boggling to me, and I was honestly a little hurt/mad about it. We had such a promising start and he had been showing me he cared/was interested so strongly via his actions that this complete 180 was really abrupt and shocking.

It was only a week, so I got over it in the end, and ultimately would I want to be with someone who could change their mind about me that easily? No. But dang... my desire for efficiency really bit me in the butt on that one.

p.s. I still haven't gone on the boat.

#datestory #true story #dating #date blog #longpost #love story