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dreamauri · 4 months

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♪ — 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 lando norris x co-worker! fem! reader (fluff) “. . . your co-worker and former classmate has a public crush on you, and you try to play it off. but who are you kidding? it's lando.”

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yn.ln

liked by pieregasly charles_leclerc and 29.7k others yn.ln it's been a minute, lets recap.

landonorris Y/N WHAT ARE THESE??!! ↳ yn.ln my favourite parts of the year, duh

username this is GOLD! Lando's face in the third pic is a whole mood😆 ↳ yn.ln RIGHT?! that's his 'I just lost a bet' expression

landonorris when did you take that one in the hospital?? ↳ yn.ln you said and i quote "im looking very pretty right now. take a picture and hang it on my face." ↳ oscarpiastri i can see it ↳ yn.ln i can hear him saying "oscahh" in the corner ↳ landonorris . . . the block botton looks so good rn ↳ yn.ln do it i dare you. ↳ landonorris .... YOU DONT HAVE TO EMBARESS ME INFRONT OF THE INTERNET ↳ username 💀mom?

username lando pointing at the help me thingy pleas-

maxfewtrel send me the whole camera roll? ↳ yn.ln ya got it boss, that's 50 dollars ↳ landonorris ARE YOU MAKING MONEY OFF ME??

username THE LAST PICTURE!! WHY DIDN'T WE SEE THIS BEFORE??!! ↳ yn.ln sorry, i randomly found it in my camera roll, here it is now tho ↳ username god bless you y/n ↳ landonorris she cant be blessed cause she's a demon ↳ yn.ln 😇yet you're standing at my door holding a board game. ↳ landonorris STOP OUTING ME ↳ username god bless you y/n ↳ username god bless you y/n ↳ username god bless you y/n ↳ username god bless you y/n ↳ maxfewtrel LMAO

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landonorris

liked by pieregasly maxverstapen1 and 29.7k others landonorris got our first date!

yn.ln not a date <3 ↳ landonorris i do not see👍 ↳ username please date him y/n ↳ username pleaseeeeeeeeeee ↳ username please y/nn ↳ yn.ln nahhh

maxfewtrell it's not a date if i was there ↳ landonorris YOU WEREN'T EVEN INVITED MATE ↳ yn.ln i invited him😛 ↳ landonorris traitorrrr ↳ yn.ln you love me ↳ landonorris i do. very much. ↳ yn.ln ew. my eyes are burning ↳ maxfewtrell 🙄some simp ↳ yn.ln lando no-rizz haha ↳ username y/n called lando ew?🥲 ↳ landonorris STOP BULLYING ME, I HAVE FEELINGS ↳ maxfewtrell says you, you destroyed mine flirting with y/n right in front of me ↳ yn.ln should we get him tickets to flirting lesson for Christmas ↳ landonorris 😔💔

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liked by pieregasly maxverstapen1 and 26.9k others yn.ln rain!!

landonorris no photo credits 🤨?? excuse me?? ↳ yn.ln laando

oscarpiastri keep your head inside the car ↳ yn.ln buzz kill 😒 ↳ maxverstappen1 he's right though ↳ yn.ln wont happen again, sir🫡 ↳ landonorris go away max🫠

username waiting for lando's weird ass girl energy comments

landonorris slay queen👑👑💗💗🥰

landonorris the one and only 💋 ↳ username oh my god lando ↳ username SOMOMW SCRENSHOT BEFORE Y/N KILLS HIM ↳ yn.ln make me cringe one more time. i dare you.

landonorris showed them how its done😍😍😍 ↳ username MY EYES? ARE THEY FR?? ↳ username YESS ITS REAL!! ↳ username my heart, hes so cutee

landonorris ate and left no crumbs💅 ↳ yn.ln make me cringe one more time. i dare you. ↳ landonorris ouch, my good vibes sending 🥲 ↳ username woman gave him an ultimatum ↳ username Y/N NO PLEASEEE I BEGG

landonorris ... you're very pretty ...??? ↳ landonorris DONT BLOCK ME IM SORRY ↳ yn.ln that was good for once. i'll take it ↳ landonorris 😁

landonorris very pretty <3↳ username i will seriously stop believing in love if they dont grow old together

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liked by pieregasly oscarpistri and 26.9k others landonorris turns out, she really likes compliments!

yn.ln no, i actually like your eyes more ↳ landonorris im dreaming ↳ yn.ln i'll take it back then ↳ landonorris NO!

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liked by pieregasly oscarpistri and 26.9k others yn.ln just the eyes

landonorris i feel appreciated ↳ yn.ln its a mr and ms norris genetics appreciation post ↳ landonorris i'll take it

username its official?

carlossianz55 i taught him the pick up lines ↳ yn.ln he needs more lessons please, im begging ↳ landonorris aw come on! i really tried this time!

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cheriladycl01 · 4 months

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I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader P3

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

Credit to russellius for the GIF

"You ready for our first Grand Prix together Max?" you ask, testing with Max had gone really well and Christian was happy with the dynamic the both of you had. Max as gentle and kind as he was, he was very ambitious and that ambition when it didn't prevail often turned into anger.

Christian saw, in FP1 and FP2 when he didn't think he was performing that well, you just completely calm Max down and talk him through each component of what he needed to improve. He listened to her on took on board when to conserve his tires, when do take turns wider or more sharply etc. And testing couldn't have gone better for Red Bull.

"You know it, lead me to Victory Y/N" he grinned before hopping into the car. You walk over to your station making sure all of the data on the car is looking as good as it did yesterday in qualifying and to check for any errors that could mess Max up in his first few laps. Nothing stuck out, and you could tell that both the car and Max would perform well today.

"Is Y/N here i need to talk to her before the race" you heard through your headphones, you turn seeing George in his racing suit and helmet in hand talking to some of the mechanics.

"Mate, you are a driver. You should be getting in your car for radio check. You cant be in the Red Bull area okay?" he advises, making George look around quickly before huffing and walking away in dissatisfaction.

"Max, Radio Check can you hear me" you ask and get a response immediately.

"Yes, loud and clear! Today will be good!" he exclaims.

And how true he was, you guided him into P1, it was an amazing start to you helping Max win the Championship, Mexico had been an amazing drive for him. He shared a podium with Lewis and Charles. There were a few cameras that caught you and Lewis looking at each other and you giving him a thumbs up.

Media teams were about to have a field day.

"You are amazing Y/N! You know the car so well I bet YOU could be the driver! Those strategies were insane" Max complimented you as he'd taken his helmet off and pulled you into an insanely sweaty hug of thanks for a great first race.

"Oh god, I'm definitely not driver material! Don't tell anyone, but I don't actually have my drivers license" you cringe giggling at him, it was something you'd never needed. Your mum or dad normally drove you around before uni, and once you were there everything was within walking distance. It had just felt pointless.

"No way, you've got to be lying to me" Max laughs, wondering how you'd survived so long without something like that.

"Honestly George or Lewis used to drive me around a lot, when i had to go to the Mercedes HQ back home he'd take me if my parents couldn't! You say a light smile on your face before it turned sour thinking of the mousy brown haired man that had completely lost any trust you had placed in him.

"Lets not think about them. Lets talk about you coming with me, Christian, Geri, Kelly, Sergio, Hugh and Carola?" he asks and a massive grin comes onto your face.

"I'm invited to the Horner dinner, huh? That sounds kinda important and fancy. I might just have to decline" you joke making Max roll his eyes.

"No, you are joining us and are having fun and getting your mind off Thing one and Thing two" he jokes, you tried to keep a serious face but you really couldn't.

"Anyway, considering the Princess cant drive do you want me to take you back to the hotel?" he asks smiling.

"If that's okay with you!" you smile happily, he nods slinging an arm around your shoulder guiding you to the car.

"So when do I finally get to meet P!" you exclaim, even though you'd only been working with Max for a week, you'd gotten to know him very well. You had to considering he had to trust listening to you while he was driving round a track a 200 miles an hour.

"Hmmmm I think Kelly said she'd be bringing her to the race next week. It's Brazil so its an important one for her!" he admits. The conversation flew between you and Max, it was strange really it felt like you'd been friends with him for ages. You had to grovel when it came to any of the Mercedes Drivers in the past, so this easiness to making friends felt good.

That was one thing you'd struggled with. You had a love for F1 straight away considering who you parents were and where you were constantly travelling from race to race until you got to university age. So you didn't actually have many friends who stuck around.

You both eventually ended up at the hotel, you waved at Kelly who was waiting for the both of you and she pulled you into a big hug as she walked over to you.

"You both did amazing today! So proud of you! Y/N, did Max end up inviting you to dinner tonight!" she exclaims, wanting you to be there as well.

"Yes, I'll be there" you smile and say your goodbye's before dashing into your room to get ready for the dinner.

You struggled on what to wear and ended up calling Max to get Kelly to help you on what the dinner vibe was for tonight. You ended up showing her half the stuff you'd brought to Mexico with you and ended up picking one of your nicer dresses from Versace.

You took some pictures before a knock was heard at your door that had you confused as you were meeting up with Kelly and Max outside theirs in 30 minutes.

You opened the door, and looked up to see who had come to the door.

"Omg" you both said at the same time, you tried to slam the door shit. George wouldn't ruin your night, he didn't deserve too.

However, a foot and arm in the door and his general athletic body that made him stronger than you prevented all of that. He practically barged his way in.

You both stood there in awkward silence. George couldn't get over how beautiful you looked. I mean, you were always beautiful to him. But tonight in the black dress that he swore Donatella had personalized just for you, and the way your hair fell around you face in an effortless fashion. He couldn't look away from you.

"If you've come here to accuse me some more, then just leave. I'm about to have a really good night with friends, people who actually care for me and want me to succeed and if I'm being honest I do not need your negativity" you say, turning around to check yourself in the mirror.

"You look gorgeous tonight. So i wont do this tonight, but please meet me in between the Mercedes and Williams garage next week in Brazil. We need to talk. We've been friends for years and I don't want my stupidity to come between us" he says, stepping towards you going to reach out his hand. You step back, it took a lot especially with this ocean blue puppy eyes looking at you with that sad expression that would make anyone fold.

"Please, After Qually, I'm only asking for five minutes Y/N please" he begs trying to catch your eyes but you were doing your best not to look at them too often, knowing you would probably cave.

"I'll think about it. If I'm there we can talk, if not then its up to you if our friendship is really worth waiting for" you admit, walking to the door and opening it up for him as a sign that he should leave.

"I've waited long enough" he mumbles before walking out the door himself and leaving towards the lift that was down the corridor from your room.

The night had gone so well, you were really beginning to feel comfortable around those in Red Bull. The people at the table were being so kind to you as the newbie, Christian pouring you the water, recommending you dishes he liked whilst arguing with the actual Mexican in the room who knew the cuisine of the restaurant like the back of his hand, to offering you the salt and proceeding to do it for you had your heart melting.

It was stupid, really. You shouldn't be this emotional over an older man doing small silly little tasks that you could tackle alone but just was nice to have the offered help. Help that you hadn't received in recent years.

"I really want to thank you all for tonight, its been really nice to hang out with you. And i cant wait for a double podium in Brazil next week!" you exclaim clinking you glass with everyone around the table.

However, George still managed to creep into your mind thanks to his earlier disturbance.

Would he actually apologise?

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fushigur0ll · 10 months

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https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSLycL7PB/ this with reader and Miles?? Thanks!!

thank you for requesting i was about to leave and go play roblox when i seen this 😩 i’m off work today so i hope i can get some fics in

LET ME SUFFOCATE

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — miles found this little trend on tiktok and wants to try it you<3

includes; fluff, kisses, and attempted murder (because of your thighs) just a little small drabble habble

“BABEEEE!!” he yells, tilting his head back and drawing out the nickname for you. he was just scrolling through his phone while you went to use the bathroom. he found a video of a guy with his girlfriends thighs around his head while the song ‘ziploc’ by tyler creator plays and he realizes that’s it a trend when he pressed on the sound and sees a dozen of the same thing.

he slowly smiles when he realizes that he has you as his beautiful lover and wants to partake in this activity too.

“YES!” you shout back, finishing up in the bathroom. “i’m almost done!” he nods and looks through more of the videos, not even noticing that you came out and is walking behind him so now you see what he was watching. you crouch behind him since he was laying horizontally on your bed and you go closer to his head.

“watchu watching” you whisper in his ear and he flinches harshly, dropping the phone on his face making him cover his mouth in pain. you gasp and start laughing but as well as holding his mouth as well, leaning down to kiss his face multiple times.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry” you giggle and he glares at you shaking his head with a snort. you remove his hands that covering the spot where his phone fell and you kiss around it then his nose and lips.

“forgive me?” you show him your pretty smile and he smiles back from upside down, leaning up to kiss your chin. “you finally give love to my double chin” you gasp dramatically and he snorts, sitting up then pushing your head away. you climb on the bed and onto his lap, smiling at him lovingly.

“watchu smiling so bright and pretty for” he pokes your cheek and you point to the phone. “still wanna do it?” his eyes widens as he forgot about it so quickly but does nod excitedly. you chuckle at his response and peck his lips once more before climbing off his lap to lay vertically on your bed. you spread your legs, patting your pelvis for his head to lay on.

he smiles and doesn’t hesitate to lay back onto you, grabbing your thighs and putting him over his shoulder so it rests there by either side of his head.

“we needa do this more often-you have soft thighs” he whispers, just kneading them while you just laugh. “start the video sir” he gets the video ready and it’s the 3 second count down before the song plays and he’s lip syncing so handsomely towards the camera while squeezing the side of your thigh. you stare at the top of his head blankly before letting your intrusive thoughts win by squeezing his face with your thighs so suddenly that has his eyes widening in surprise and shock. the video ends a bit after and he start coughing wheezing out laughs.

“tryna suffocate me, girl?” he wheezes, squeezing your thigh tighter to let him up and you laugh, letting loose and he sits up to take deep inhales of the air he’s lost. you laugh and pull him ontop of you so both hands on either side of your head.

“you wanna pucker up to me now huh?” he chuckles breathlessly as you stare at him innocently blinking. “what do you mean by that?” you tilt your head cutely and he rolls his eyes and collapses on you, making a sudden wheeze come out of you.

“now you understand how i feel” he snickers and you wrap your arms around his head, kissing his head multiple times. “i know you liked it though” you placed a loudly obnoxious kiss on his forehead and he lifts his head up to look at you right after

“i did, i really did”

“see? ya cant lie to me pooks butt”

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lolita-lollipop · 1 year

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Hey there, First off I wanted to say I love your work! Second my request is a platonic yandere TodoDeku taking care of a sick reader who cant hold down food or eat anything but the reader just cant seem to get better no matter what medication they use? I could use some comfort for that because I'm currently dealing with that haha.

YANDERE PRO HERO IZUKU X SICK READER X YANDERE PRO HERO TODOROKI

TW VOMIT AND IV

Izukus keys jingled as he unlocked the front door to the shared home between him and his husband, and you. The door was heavily secured in case you ever tried to run, not that you would, or could. The house was quiet, usually there was the lingering sound of the tv left on, or the kittens mewing. But no. Just the sound of still air remaining still.

“I’m home! Y/n? Todo?” He called out, usually one of the two came to greet him at the door, usually todoroki, but occasionally you when you needed something. Todoroki got home about an hour or so earlier than izuku , so usually dinner was already either prepared or ordered, and you were ready for bed. He was used to the sound of you talking with your papa when he got home, used to the sound of the toys he’d gotton you rattling. But recently it’s been different, he couldn’t remember when it started, when you got like this. All he really knew is it happened fast and abrupt, all of a sudden you were always exhausted, it even took a lot of coaxing to get you out of bed in the mornings, you could barely stomach an apple, and you pretty much avoided eating in general in fear of vomiting. You were sick. And it wasn’t getting better.

They’d placed monitors all over the house, security cameras that were connected to a small device similar to a baby monitor, it was just a safety precaution, or it was supposed to be. They’d never noticed how soundless you were, how you barely moved, probably in attempts to relieve the aching in your bones. It worried both of them to no end at how your body was eating itself from the inside out in place for food.

What was even worse was that they didn’t know what to do about it. They couldn’t get another doctor because you might act out and try to free yourself, but neither of them had enough medical experience to help you. Really help you.

Nowadays todoroki didn’t have time to cook anything for dinner when he first got home, he was too worried about the fact that you haven’t moved from the position he left you in this morning, about the fact that the lunch and snacks the two husbands had left you for the day went mainly untouched. And how the Meds that you were supposed to be taking just made you feel sick instead of any better. When he came home today he could feel the tension in the air, he the world around felt void, how the rooms life had just been sucked out.

They don’t know when this depressive episode of yours started, at least they thought it was a depressive episode. At first they believed it was you rebelling against them, going on somewhat of a hunger strike to try and get them to let you go. So naturally they punished you, took away the cats and the tv and the books. But that did very little in stopping you, at some point the way you stared off into space forced them into realizing something was very wrong.

…

Izuku pulled off his coat and shoes at the door, putting his keys up on the highest shelve that he knew you couldn’t reach. His other hand clutched at a bag of some of your favorite takeout food, or what used to be your favorite at least. He just needed you to eat something, hopefully this might help. He was lost in the endless tombs of his brain, thought being the only thing consuming him. Then he heard it, heard you. And he dropped the bag, dropped his coat from his hands, and ran to your room.

Soft sobs could be what’d through the home monitors, his phone blinked with a red light, indicating that you were actually moving, making noise. When he opened the door, his heart almost broke. You were sitting in a corner, rolled into a fetal position, hiccuping and sniffling, you had your hand pressed to your mouth in attempts to quiet yourself, you were far too consumed by your own feelings to notice him. There was a small plastic container on the table with a few mango slices left in it, and a small puddle of… stomach liquid on the other side of the room. It only took him a few seconds to connect the dots. And he was immediately on you.

“Oh my baby- it’s okay it’s okay don’t cry, daddy’s here now. I’m so sorry you got sick- I know it feels bad. Can you tell me what happened sweetheart?” He cooed , using his sleeve to wipe the corner of your mouth, and picking you up with his strong arms. As he held you tight and close in his comforting embrace, you didn’t fight, usually you would at least put a little squirming into it, but you were far too weak to even try.

“I just- I was really hungry so I tried to- I tried to- and then after my stomach hurt really bad and I got really sick and I couldn’t make it to the bathroom an- I’m so sorry I got- I got it in the carpet” you spoke through your sobs, clutching close to him, you just had felt so good today, like you were getting better. So against your better judgment , you actually ate most of the mango your dads had left for you, then your body seemed to remember it was sick before your brain did, and before you knew it you were hunched over clutching your stomach, hurling out whatever you’d just eaten.

It was just so humiliating, to not understand what was happening to you. That’s why you’d been crying, Izuku knew how you felt about all of this, that’s why he’s been so lenient when you have sass or snap at him. Because you’re hurting. It’s these moments when he knows it best, he let you wrap your legs around his waist and stick your head between the crook of his shoulder, his hands went up and down on your back soothingly, and he bounced slightly on his feet in order to calm you. You would probably make yourself sick again with all of this crying.

“Oh my poor baby- I’m so so sorry this keeps happening. I promise Me and papa are gonna find a way to make this better” he clutched you tight to him, and although you wished you wanted to fight him, scratch his eyes out and take this moment of softness to run. You didn’t, your body felt as if it was made of lead, and your eyes struggled to stay open, and you just felt so. utterly. sick.

So instead you clutched his shirt, and leaned into him. A husky cough left your lips at the pressure he put on your back, which did nothing but made you cry more. The thought of them making you better scared you, they’d tried everything, who knows what crazy solutions are left.

“I-I don’t wanna see a doctor again. Please don’t make me I- I can’t” you pleased of the man, drawing out any sympathy he might’ve held for you, he did know how much you suffered because of whatever this sickness was. Supposedly it was because of stress, after all getting kidnapped by two random strangers who overpower you and force you into being their child harms you mentally, and in turn, physically.

“Don’t worry baby. Your father will have his brother come instead of one of those scary doctors. I know I know you don’t like him either ,but we need you to be seen okay? If you’re good I’ll let you watch one of those horror movies you like. The rated r ones?” He coaxed, beginning to lay small pats on your back in order to prevent a freak out, you didn’t like doctors, at least not the ones he brought you to. Which was understandable, usually he would offer tot ale you out for ice cream, but as you were currently… not eating, this was the next best option.

You grunted and nudged your head closer to the knook of his shoulder, letting him hold you tight. You were still quite focused on holding your remaining nausea down.

“I’ll take that as a yes then? Hm?”he questioned with a little laugh, trying to lighten your mood. It didn’t.

“…yes”

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It took a few hours for both todoroki and natsuo to get here, natsuo took a little convincing to treat you. He loves you, don’t get him wrong, you’re his favorite little niece, but now that they had taken you against your will and kept you in a cage. It just felt wrong to help his little brother. Still. He supposed it was worse to have you be kidnapped and fatally ill than to just be kidnapped. So begrudgingly he came.

Shoto had warned him that you would be much less than happy to talk to him, and it might be possible that you would have to be restrained. But in the end he agreed.

You heard your two fathers talking to your uncle outside your room, a gruesome horror movie played on the small tv in front of you, an older one that should’ve made you squirm and cringe at the violence and gore occurring, still, you watched intently, almost with a smile. The door opening snapped you out of your stare. The bed next to you dipped down as somebody sat, no doubt your fathers older brother natsuo.

You didn’t hate the man, in fact before all this the two of you knew eachother quite well. But like everybody else, he chose to standby as your two “fathers” confined you here. So you always held some remorse for him.

You were tied down with silk straps, wrapped tightly, but still comfortably. In a position that had you facing the tv. It honestly wasn’t that bad, as you were comfortable and the ropes were soft. It did make you feel mildly vulnerable around this man, but you’ve known natsuo since you were little, and you trusted him. At least you hoped you could. Then again, trusting people had only gotton you kidnapped and put in one of the worst mental states of your life so…

“Hey sweetheart… so, you’ve been having some trouble eating. Right?” He asked, trying to keep his voice as monotone as possible, he’d known that you would look bad, after all you hadn’t eaten in weeks and you were going through severe depression and dissociation. But… god. You looked dead honestly, devoid of all life but somehow still living. The way you did nothing but nod to his question only further proved his point.

“We’ll, I already know you’ve been quite stressed, I completely understand as this is such an environment change for you. But there are also a few physical illnesses that this could be. I’m just gonna ask a few questions alright? Are you okay with that?” He (obviously) did most of the taking, as almost the entirety of your attention was on the movie playing in front of you. It was obvious he was trying to make you feel like you were in charge here. Like you could tell him to leave and he would.

You knew that wasn’t true though.

He asked a wide variety of questions about how you felt when you ate, was it full, was it empty. He also asked about what you had eaten last before all of this started. You’d answered truthfully, after all you did want to get better so you could stop feeling so weak all the time.

The more he spoke to you, the more his voice became a lullaby. The movie in front of you continued with its display of blood and guts, it combined with the way natsuos voice droned, and just pulled you further and further towards sleep. It was actually quite nice.

The last thing you remembered before drifting of was getting a warm hug from the man, and then some talking outside, even a little crying from whom you presumed was midoria.

Then, nothing.

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When you woke up, you hadn’t been restrained anymore. And you were sitting in a soft chair, one that you had recognized as the one next to your parents bed. A cat sat in your lap, you stared down at it, still half asleep, it made you happy.

Then, as you came to consciousness, you began to be painstakingly aware of how you were feeling. The nausea was gone, and so was the emptiness, but now… now there was this fuzzy feeling all around your body. And there was such a sharp pain in your arm, it felt like it was stabbing you repeatedly.

Then you saw what it was, and THAT woke you up.

There was a bag rested on a large pole next to you, with some liquid inside of it. The bag was feeding into a pipe which went into your arm. A thin needle was pressed into the knook of your elbow.

No no no no no. They did not put a fucking needle in your arm. They wouldn’t. Who knows what the hell is in that bag? They could be pumping you with fucking drugs all day and you wouldn’t even knows You panicked and tried pulling at it, doing absolutely anything to keep the stupid thing from pumping whatever that was into your blood.

Pulling at the pipe and patch hurt far too much for you to continue, so you just sat and stared at the IV. It made you sick thinking about what they did to you while you were happily sleeping. They fucking stabbed you. With a needle. Your vision began to blur and your hearing went fuzzy as a panic attack pulsed through your senses.

You were able to hear small footsteps, and then somebody grabbed and picked you up.

“No no no- don’t do that baby. It’s there to help you- oh I know you don’t like it. I know baby- We should’ve told you about it. But it’s here to help you sweetheart. No don’t cry- it’s okay” todoroki hushed as you clawed at the small patch on your arm, he held you tight, which actually helped a little bit, as it stopped you from pulling the IV out.

Even though you wanted the stupid little needle out of your arm, the sight of your blood would make you panic further. Todoroki knew this, so he chose to just let you wriggle and squirm in his arms as opposed to making yourself bleed.

Isn’t that funny. You love watching those little films filled with blood and gore, but the second you shed any of your own blood ,you panic. How cute.

He had known that the needle and the bag would make you freak out, but both him and his husband had figured that this was a better option than a feeding tube (that would really freak you out). And although it upset you, it was for your well-being, and you would have to understand that.

Their intentions were innocent too, they didn’t drug you, all they wanted was for you to be healthy. They just want you to be safe and happy and healthy, they just want you to feel okay.

They just wanted to nurse you back into the girl they fell in love with all those years ago.

And you…

You would get used to it if it meant you started feeling better.

You would have to.

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This is an oooollldddd request that I was struggling with heavily because when I started writing this one I had an eating disorder :P

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL MY LOVELY LITTLE AMERICAN READERS!

Anyway now I’m all better and I was able to figure out an ending sooooo…

Thank you anon for requesting ! And Thank you readers for reading!

Hope you enjoyed! Have a very good day!

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k8kaa · 1 year

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PG8 : SEXUAL TENSION

content : nsfw , 17+ , mdni , afab reader , your pedris friend ,, but also a popular singer. since you were both popular youngsters , you were invited by barca for a youtube video with pedri , things go well , the outcome was better then expected ;) pedri is so whipped here ladies, enjoy.

a/n : atp , i cant find pwp and iiii HATE pwp. but enjoy this ig. ALSOO I CANT DRITY TALK IN SPANISH ITS HARD TO TRANSLATE. - silva

camp nou was so pretty, but the only thing you wanted to see was that sexy spainard. you admired his body alot .. i mean who wouldnt? he was taller then you , nice and bulit .. a dream guy. you dressed yourself in the cutest pink mini skirt and white corset, white tights and pink shoes . you arrived at the studio and smile at the sight of pedri, he was wearing all blue in his barca clothes . but there was no time for small talk ,, as the crew was in a rush . you both look at each other and laugh , you stand next to him and it starts rolling .

“hola youtube , hola culers , soy pedri” hello youtube hello culers , im pedri . “¡hola amores, hola culers, soy y/n!” hello loves, hello culers, I'm y/n . you waved . “hoy estaremos adivinando la canción, con nuestra adivina especial ..¡ y/n ! podría decir que te ves muy linda” today we'll be guessing the song , with a our special guess miss y/n! might i say you are looking very pretty . pedri complements your outfits . you blushed at the remark. he was pulling the first move. “me halagas pedrito, te ves bastante guapo también ...” you flatter me pedrito , you look quite handsome as well .. you giggle.

but the wait was over for the intro and they gave you both your first song. the first one to guess had to press a button . 1 point if your right, and none if you didnt get it right. the first song was something english so you had a bit of an advantage. since pedri listened to more reggaton then english . it was a popular song so you got it right. “smooth operator sade!” you click the button , and the point was given to you . you danced to the song a little as it was still playing. “eso no es justo. ¡apenas escucho música en inglés!” thats unfair. i barely listen to english music ! . pedri yelled to the staff. “hes so stupid, when will he learn that theres english music playing in the stadium ..” you mumbled in english as the staff , the whole studio was laughing . “¿qué dijo ella?” what did she say? pedri said looking all confused. you did nothing but just laugh ..

you were now at 2 - 2 . theres been too much sexual tension between you two.. anyway , the fourth song played and you both guessed it right. you both click the button at the same time. you sang the song together, it was chantaje by shakira. you both danced together, which was probably the thing that turned pedri on the most. the way you singing to HIM and dancing with HIM made him even more turned on. the last round made him win , you sighed as you lost. “¡es todo por hoy! gracias a spotify y a barcelona por tenerme aquí, bye bye!” thats it for today! thank you to spotify and barcel for having me here , thats all byebye! . you smiled as the camera stopped filming. you took a picture for the thumbnail, his hand on your waist . as the cameras turned off you take it as a chance to whisper something to pedri. “pedrito, los baños abiertos” pedrito , the bathrooms are open . you smirked “me lees la mente, cariño” you read my mind , sweetheart .

pedri pinned you to the wall . he’d has just finished eating you out. “that pussy.. it does something to me.” he laughed . wiping his mouth with his arm. “please pedri.. just.. fuck me—!” you were cut off a kiss from pedri. it was a steamy hot kiss . he was all sweaty and hot,, his chest being naked and him groaning in your ears. you removed his boxers. “impatient whore” he mumbled. you jumped at the way he shoved his long veiny cock inside you. “it— it wont fit!” you yelled “you shouldve said that before taking it out, cariño.”gripping your waists as pedri starts to move. his thrusts were like heavan , moving in all the places you wanted . you put your hand over your mouth to not moan too loud. “too much!” you cried , as pedris thrusts got faster. “ ‘m gonna fill you up so well.” pedri whispered. you were crying because of how good he was fucking you . “c-cumming..” you said . you felt the not in your stomach, reaching your climax. he filled you up with his liquid. you eveb cleaned him up. you couldnt feel your legs.. you were groaning . “fuck,, i love you” pedri kissed your forehead. “hm, i love you too pedrito” you giggled.

#fanfiction #x reader #football #football drabble #smut #pedri smut #pedri #pedri blurb #pedri one shot #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez #pedriandgavi #barcelona #footballer #football smut

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hi darling of my heart!

i’m prompting you with “not what i came here for” (i think? i don’t remember the exact sentence oops). no specific ship, whatever comes to your heart with this idea.

love youuuuu, te quiero MUUUUUUchisimo 🤍

i am. so sorry for this 🙈 you know where my mind is at (⚽️) and im so wired up that i cant sleep and i really need to and i just. oops ❤️ te quiero MUUUchisimo, perdoname porfavor, todos besitos solo para ti mi amor 💖

They've eaten everything they ordered (and Jamie knows he's going to have to work out twice as hard for the next week because of it), and they've drunk everything they planned to drink (and are now way past the sense of good taste and halfway through a whole bottle of wine), and Gary is eyeing the Dairy Milk that Jamie specifically bought for him (because he wouldn't be caught dead eating that shit) when he says "Let's watch oh-six quarter finals".

Gary tears his gaze away from the chocolate (and Jamie will get him to eat it because it's adorable how upset Gary gets about indulging in any sort of unscheduled pleasure) and frowns, "But we lost that one."

Jamie rolls his eyes. "We lost many, didn't we."

Gary shrugs, an unconscious gesture. Jamie sighs. "Eat the chocolate, Gary, I'll set up the game."

He keeps Gary in his peripherals, smiling to himself when he hears the crinkling of the wrapper. He'll fuck with Gary about it later; he can give him this one moment of enjoyment without calling him fat. Gary isn't fat, it's just his body type. It is a good laugh for the cameras, but there are no cameras here.

"This was a disaster, that fucking game," Gary mutters as Jamie sits next to him. There's a bit if chocolate in the corner of his lips. Jamie turns to the screen.

"Let's look at it like professionals," he says. "Like we should analyse it for the TV, yeah?"

Gary sighs and tops off their wine glasses, putting the empty bottle on the floor. He'll forhet about it and kick it the first time they miss, Jamie knows this. He doesn't mention it.

"Whatever, you masochistic bastard. Let's watch another one of m - our failures."

Jamie doesn't even have time to reply before the anthems are playing, and then they're off. He isn't sure why he's suggested this, not really, because they're awful. Wazza misses in the second minute and Gary kicks the bottle. Jamie's glad they're drinking white. Any stains on the carpet won't be noticable.

They argue about it, obviously. That's what they do.

Gary's too critical of himself - You were sick - So was Frankie, that's not an excuse -Yeah, and he was shit, he missed too many chances - and Jamie doesn't go for the easy shot at Becks' corner delivery.

Gary reaches for another Dairy Milk as Stevie and Frankie try to do something to support Wazza and fail. Becks gets subbed and Jamie elbows the Gary next to him as onscreen, the younger Gary accepts the captain armband.

"Suits you," he says cheekily and Gary giggles, washing down the chocolate with more wine. "You always were too serious."

Gary rolls his eyes, mutters a, "Fuck off, Carra, Terry had a yellow card already."

Jamie nods. "Yeah, and you were a better captain," he says, satisfied when he sees blush spread on Gary's face.

"Stevie could've taken it," he says, and Jamie shakes his head seriously.

"Wazza wouldn't have listened to him," he replies.

Gary snorts. "He didn't listen to me either," he says as Rooney gets a red card and is sent off after the clash with Carvalho.

"It was shit in the locker room, you know," Gary says, eyes firmly on the match. Jamie makes a little noise, urging him to continue. "I wasn't close enough to hear what Ronaldo said when he got to the referee, but Wazza wasn't - he wasn't happy. Neither was Rio," he adds. "They wouldn't tell me precisely what it was but it was shit for a while, after."

Jamie shuffles on the couch. His thigh is pressing against Gary's, that's how close they're sitting.

"Did you have to intervene?" he asks.

Gary chuckles. "Peacekeeping, yeah?" His face scrunches up, the lines around his eyes both prominent and fitting; laugh lines, every one if them. "Captain's duty."

"You won the Euro double next season," Jamie mutters, not sure of how much of his annoyance is real and how much is feigned, "how bad could it have been?"

Gary giggles. "It was tense for a while," he says, and Jamie scoffs. "It was! These lads, they were all really - patriotic, I guess?"

Jamie nods along. "I know what you mean," he says, watching Gary on the screen defend brilliantly and Crouch bottle it. He looks away from the screen just before Stevie overshoots it, to where present day Gary is frowning slightly and adorably at the screen, glancing towards Jamie every couple of seconds. He's licked his lips so much, the chocolste smudge is gone. "I never... it was never that important to me."

"Club over country, yeah?" When Gary smiles like that, like he gets it, like Jamie doesn't have to explain, Jamie feels like all's well with the world.

"Yeah," he says, and then he just... keeps looking at Gary.

He knows the game by heart by now. He's watched it so many time, analysed every shot, ecery corner, every chance. What he wants to hear now is what Gary thinks, and Gary doesn't disappoint. (Jamie isn't sure Gary could disappoint him, though that isn't something he's prepared or willing to acknowledge.) He is thoughtful and he is harsh and he doesn't hold back, and above all he is right. Jamie listens to what he's saying, pleasantly warm and happy and maybe a bit dizzy from the alcohol as Gary tears apart Portugal's game as much as theirs, and Jamie just - enjoys it. Enjoys this. Enjoys spending time with Gary.

"Here we go," Gary says as the penalties come around, and where did almost two hours go? Jamie doesn't know but he knows what's next, and he doesn't want to see it. Suddenly, all he wants is to be anywhere else and to watch anything else except this, because he doesn't want to hear Gary tear Jamie apart like he did himself.

He says nothing. He sees himself go out on the pitch and it's surreal in a way it has never been before when he watched this game. He watches carefully as his younger self stands by the manager and sees young Gary come up to him.

Do you want me to take it?

The words echo in his head. Gary's thigh is pressed into his.

"Is this when I said it?" Gary asks, something heavy in his voice.

Jamie can't find any voice to answer. He nods instead.

It only takes him one breath before three things happen. He sees himself missing the penalty; Gary's leg presses into his; Gary says, "You were in your head. You were thinking too much."

Jamie - doesn't think when he reaches for Gary's hand. He can be brave. He wasn't back then; Gary was the brave one. Gary asked, Do you want me to take it?, serious as anything even though everyone knew it would've pissed off the manager. Jamie can be brave like that, too. He can be brave about things other than football.

An exhale. An inhale. An exhale. A panic barely setting in, then; Gary's fingers entwining with his.

"This isn't what I came here for," he hears Gary mutter in the space where his breath is supposed to be, drowned out by the heavy beating of his heart. "But I like it, yeah."

Jamie's lost all words. On screen, he sees himself walking off, defeated. Ronaldo's up next. He's pretty sure Gary isn't watching the screen anymore. He doesn't like Ronaldo. He likes what he's done for Manchester United, Jamie knows that.

He's pretty sure Gary likes him about as much as he likes Gary.

(He both sounds and feels like a teenager. He'll blame the wine. Maybe. Depending how it all turns out.)

He squezes Gary's hand, and says, "Me too," and leans over to get Gary another Dairy Milk.

(Or... maybe to take the shot. He'll decide in the next second, like he did with the penalty. Except this time, he's pretty sure he can't lose.)

#carraville #football rpf #im not completely happy woth this one but i had to get SOMETHING out of my brain #i meed to sleep. well now actually i have to eat. but. i might sleep now all this is out #i remember this fucking game #fuck me. truly. fuck me.#effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #te quiero solcito perdoname #no me puedo controlar

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writersarchivex · 2 years

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The Bathroom Austin!Elvis x Reader

This is absolute shit. It’s been a minute. Part two maybe? My condolences.

word count: 965

cant believe i was convinced to do this but, theres a part two .

part two

“What do you mean he’s still in the bathroom.” I spoke, throwing down the note cards I had been practicing.

Roger threw his hands up and walked away into the next room.

Great, this is just what I needed. First interview with a famous person, Elvis Presley at that, and it’s already going downhill.

“EP interview has to happen in 15, Y/N, or we’re cutting you from the magazine.” He said, as he stormed back into the room with a stack of papers.

I sighed, standing up and making my way towards the bathroom.

The mens restroom.

Disgusting.

“Mr. Presley, We really need to get to the interview room.” I spoke, slightly embarrassed at the fact that I was indeed, talking to a door.

I heard nothing in response, I quickly checked my watch seeing that I just about had 12 minutes before I lost everything.

“Lord have mercy, Mama forgive me.” I muttered, deciding to just open the door.

He was certainly in there, sitting on the floor with his back leaned up against the wall.

“Now, what in the hell,” Elvis spoke, looking towards me.

I mean obviously I was out of place. Men’s bathroom and all.

“Please, I’m not sure what happening with you right now, but I absolutely will get fired if you and I don’t walk into that room in the next ten minutes.” I sighed, taking one careful step towards the man.

I took this time to finally observe him. Working in this industry has been quite an experience. I’ve met plenty of famous people, been harassed by my male coworkers, and done not one interview. It was a long three years of fetching coffee and editing papers.

I’ve never met anyone quite as famous as him.

Or as sad, apparently.

His face was glazed with a thin, but noticeable line of sweat. He had obviously gained a bit of weight since his “prime”, but most likely not as much as the taboids had mentioned. Mr. Presley seemed to be figiting with a loose thread on his shirt. An act that you caught yourself doing often.

When you were nervous.

Elvis Presley was nervous.

“Sorry for holdin’ you up darlin, I need just a minute. It’s been a while since I’ve been in front of a camera.” He said, voice just about a whisper.

You sighed, trying your best to avoid looking at your watch again.

“Damn it.” You sighed, taking a seat next to the man, earning a puzzled luck from him.

“I don’t like camera’s either. That’s why I got into journalism in the first place, Mama said I had a knack for it anyhow.” I smiled, handing him the folded tissues I had stored in my pocket.

He wiped his face, offering a light smile.

“Now, I’m only 27 but and I’m sure I don’t know much in comparison to the king-”

I paused for a moment, noticing his laugh.

“But I think you are gonna do just fine. Just answer a few questions, and it’ll be done. Go home to your mansions and cars and relax.”

He smiled and wiped his face.

“Well ain’t you a sweetheart,”

I rolled my eyes and looked at him as he shifted, I mean I’m not sure how long he’s been sitting there. These floors are definetly not the most comfortable.

“It ain’t about getting to go home honey, them tabloids have had a lot of interesting things to say about me lately, and I don’ think they’re gonna care much about what all I got to say,”

He paused for a moment, before letting out a sigh.

“All they gonna care about it what I’m wearin’ and how I look. Maybe just a little bout’ the music.”

He wadded up the tissue and threw it on the floor next to him.

“Well Mr. Presley, I’ll have you know get it. I’m workin’ with a bunch of men that think that because I got a thick accent, and that I’m a woman that I’m not capable of doing what the rest of them do. Wish I could put a mask on half the time so they would maybe show me some damn respect.”

Elvis was holding eye contact at this point, for the first time in the conversation.

“I for one don’t know a lick about you. Strict mama and daddy an all. I do know that you’re a hell of a musician, a hell of a singer, and you got plenty of important things to say, and guess what,”

He hummed in response giving me room to talk

“There ain’t no camera Mr. Presley. We gonna get the release on a photo of you and print it in the magazine. Jus’ me and you in a room with you answering questions about your career.”

He let out another laugh. You could admit that a smile looked good on him. You had no idea why the taboids were so cruel. Sure he looked quite different, and you could tell his form had changed quite a bit since his younger days.

“Why are you bein’ so nice hon, pretty sure I just cost you your career.” He said, nodding at my watch.

Sure enough it was well past the cut of mark.

4:34 PM

“Well. I suppose I’ll be finding another job Mr. Presley. Been thinking about it for two years now anyway. Like I said, I ain’t been around long but I know everyone deserves kindness.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, before Roger came in.

“What in the hell, Y/N. I’m sorry if she’s bothering you sir, she’s actually not even an employee here anymore.” He sneered looking down on me.

I looked down at my lap, feeling ashamed. Damn that man, I was doing so well.

“Well that a shame, without her I’m guessin y’alls little magazine’s gonna go to hell,” Elvis smiled before getting up slowly.

He extended his hand to me, flashing his rings.

“Let’s go darlin, I’ll give you a ride.”

#elvis x reader #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley #elvis fanfic #elvis 2022 #austin butler

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underratedandoverit · 11 months

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isn't that mine?

~1,3k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

ffffffluff. had brain worms early in the morning after sleeping for couple of hours like shit so i wrote down an idea to return to later. so here we are. there really isnt much else to this, they are just cute and im in a terrible brain rot of having to have them smooch so trying to better myself by writing them smooching lol. the only way to improve or whatever i did not really proofread or edit this beyond a spell check, sorry about that. i cant focus but i want this up as i promised cutes so goddamn cutes is what we are gonna get!

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate

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Leaning back on his chair Kip sighed, spinning the empty energy drink can in his hands. The session had gone on much longer than he anticipated and they were still going strong, although the games were getting pretty intense. He was honestly getting pretty beat, but the boys insisted on keeping on going as this was one of the rare times they had time to game with the whole gang together, so even Kip wasn’t allowed to dip out at a moment like this.

“Okay, just… Gimme a few, I’ll be right back for the next one,” Kip motioned towards the camera with the empty can before pulling off his headphones, standing up from his chair. He could see the stream chat moving, most people telling him to take a short breather – last round had been really intense, they had been so close to victory it had gotten almost everyone’s skin as they had lost it at the very last moment.

Exiting the office, Kip walked into the kitchen, stopping by the fridge to observe his choice of energy drinks. He was running low, he would have to restock the next time they headed out for groceries. Picking two cans in his hands, just in case tonight was going to go long, Kip headed back to the hallway, stopping by the living room doorway as he heard sounds coming from inside the room.

Peeking in, he spotted a familiar blond sitting on the couch, fiddling around on his phone while playing something that looked surprisingly quite familiar on the television screen. It didn’t take Kip two glances to recognize his own stream layout, making him chuckle out loud as he walked into the room, making Cassidy jump a little as he shot a look towards Kip over the back of the couch.

“My own little supporter,” Kip hummed as he leaned over the back of the couch, pressing a little kiss into Cassidy’s hair. The blond just shrugged him off, eyes returning to his phone. “You play terribly, by the way.”

“I love you too, Clementine.” Kip rolled his eyes at him, but his words carried enough sincerity for Cassidy to believe him. Before Kip walked back out though, he glanced the man over once more, slightly squinting at him.

“…Are you wearing my hoodie?”

Cassidy barely shrugged, eyes still glued on his phone. “Maybe.”

Walking around the couch to stand in front of him, Kip lowered the drink cans from his hands to the coffee table, arms crossing over his chest. “Maybe? That’s definitely my hoodie.”

With an almost overly dramatic sigh Cassidy lowered the phone from his hands, leaning a bit forward as he finally looked straight up at Kip, tilting his head at him for an even more dramatic effect. “Yeah? Well maybe if someone wasn’t too busy gaming and maybe if someone didn’t make their boyfriend watch and listen to them only through a Twitch stream all day, that said boyfriend didn’t have to wear their clothes to not be cold.”

“Oh, it’s my fault now, is it?”

“Yeah,” Cassidy shrugged again, slowly backing away from the defensive position he had been mere seconds ago just now, as he relaxed a little bit more on the couch again. “It sure is.”

Kip leaned down and closer to him, eyes narrowing even more as he was trying to call Cassidy’s bluff on his statement. “Really? My fault?”

“If you weren’t so busy all the time I wouldn’t need to do this.”

Kip could almost see the teasing smirk tucking in the corners of Cassidy’s lips, the blond clearly knowing he was getting under his skin. Kip wasn’t going to let him have this win though, hands grabbing him by the shoulders as he pushed Cassidy back against the couch, easily placing himself down on his lap to pin him down underneath him.

“My fault?” he asked once more, almost as a clarification, watching Cassidy just lazily nod his head, but the faint shade of blush on his cheek was something he couldn’t hide from Kip. “Yeah, you--”

Kip didn’t let him finish as he leaned closer, taking the rest of the words out of his mouth with a kiss. This was obviously what Cassidy had wanted since the beginning, they were aware of that, but that didn’t mean Kip was going to let him off easy. As Cassidy’s arms wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, Kip’s hands crept under the hoodie, fingertips tracing his toned midsection through the canvas of the t-shirt over it, getting what he wanted out of it as he could hear a small moan escape from Cassidy.

With a satisfied smirk Kip pulled away instead of following up with a deeper kiss, leaving Cassidy just staring back at him. Kip tapped his fingers under the hoodie against his abs, humming quietly to himself as he scanned Cassidy’s face, the range of emotions from expecting to almost humorously disappointed flashing across it in a matter of seconds, clearly upset that he didn’t get the kiss he wanted out of this interaction.

“You really think you were gonna get more than that?”

It was Cassidy’s turn to narrow his eyes at him, but Kip just continued to smile a little, clearly satisfied with his handiwork. “Bold of you to assume I was going to reward you for all of this.”

He leaned closer, easily dodging an attempt for another kiss from Cassidy as Kip pressed a quick peck on his cheek instead before reaching his ear. “But… I could see what I can do if you take it off,” he whispered, a clear smile in his voice as his hands wrapped around Cassidy, his body pressing against his as his hands tucked the back of the hoodie a little bit from the inside.

There was a slight bit of clear hesitation from Cassidy’s side at the proposal, Kip being fairly sure that it wasn’t the offer itself but the fact that they were so entwined with one another right there, clearly in a comfortable position just being held in each other's arms. Kip knew where he wanted to take this though, taking the initiative as he traced a small set of kisses from Cassidy’s cheek back to his lips, stopping just short of them to the corner of his mouth though, just leaving him to take the last step in case he was craving for some more.

Kip had to admit though, as whiny as he was about it, he didn’t mind Cassidy wearing his hoodie, actually. It was definitely more of an opportunity for him to get him in this position than anything else, and quite frankly he found Cassidy wearing his clothes rather endearing. Not that he was going to say it out loud, and Kip was definitely happy with the direction all this was going, but he was absolutely being more dramatic about it than he needed to be. Then again, so was Cassidy, clearly, since they had gotten themselves in this position.

Cassidy wiggled under him slightly, making Kip back away a bit as he watched the blond struggle to remove the hoodie with the little space he had. Kip chuckled at him, hands reaching over his head gently, carefully pulling the hoodie by the neck to help him take it off.

As soon as Cassidy was free of the hoodie and the garment left Kip’s hands to be dropped to the couch next to them, Cassidy’s hands tangled up in the brightly colored hair of the Brit, pulling him into the passionate kiss that he was craving, that he had been made to wait for the last few absolutely excruciating moments that Kip had tried to deny from him.

#fic #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #ship: orangekip #i kinda wanted to end this on a note of oc being like 'arent the boys gonna miss you if youre gone for this long'#but i feel like it would have taken things out of this moment that ended up creating itself so. this is what you get woo #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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abyssal-cryptid · 1 year

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Even more Tears of the Kingdom thoughts (SPOILERS)

I cant figure out how long after Calamity this game is set. It's got to be at least some years, everyone else has changed but Link and Zelda

Link and Zelda have lived this time together in Link's house in Hateno <<33

Their Well holds Zelda's secret room

Also yes every well in this game has something so my favorite thing rn is just jumping into wells

Zelda had a school built to Hateno because she loves kids

I hate how so many people in this game who should know who Link is dont know him

You mean to tell Ive been living in Hateno for years and no one recognises me

Zelda is still referred to as princess which implies she hasnt allowed herself to be crowned queen

Ive spent like three hours just strolling in Hateno

I did get the camera and my enjoyment of the game has increased tenfold

HATENO TECH LAB HAS A RUINED GUARDIAN I REPEAT HATENO HAS A GUARDIAN REMAIN

Im so excited I missed seeing these everywhere

Purah's room has drawings of them and the divine beasts

You can just pick up the koroks who need to be reunited w their friends with ultrahand and carry them wherever they want to go. They also roll down hills

Me @ the forbidden ruins in Kakariko: "Let me in, let me innnn"

SIDON HAS A FIANCE

IM SO DISTRAUGHT

THEY SAW US SHIP LINK AND SIDON AND WENT "none of that here is his gf"

HUDSON HAS A DAUGHTER <<33

This game has cheese. I can die happy now

I am taking the elevator up every time I see a falling rock

Went to Akkala Citadel Ruins. Was looking at the views. SUDDENLY EVERYTHING GOES RED AND HANDS ARE CHASING ME WHAT THE FUCK

The way they dont let my boy have his long hair out on any fits is criminal. Could have tweaked the armor sets that much

Why is Zelda appearing everywhere and being an evil menace??? Zelda tf is going on w you?? Arent you supposed to be in the past

They looked at me, specifically, loving side quests more than my life and going "we have to give them more" and this is a good day

There's a golden horse???

Also I heard Yunobo is a dick in this??? Not my boy :(

I go to the Zora tower and there is a man nearly dead

ALSO OH MY GOD WHY DID ZELDA ATTACK KING DOREPHAN

Man was dying (Lets hope this doesnt age poorly because I dont think I could handle it)

So its been like five years at least since BOTW ended and like. Why does no one remember me and also where did all these new people come from that didnt exist here couple years ago?? Where were yall?? Having tea??

Kilton has a little brother <3

I should get back to the "first" main questline as in the Rito are dying in a blizzard but there's pretty flowers and mayoral elections

Did I already mention they did not nerf bows? They didnt and I love that, archers for life

Also I lost Hestu again and I need more inventory

I am afraid to venture into the Korok Forest

Stables are so fun. You get points from first visit, staying the night, registering horses etc AND THEY GIVE YOU REWARDS

I got the Traveler's Gear for General (my baby boy horse)

I found Big Horse and named him Babylon

Also saved this one guy stuck in a cave

Starting to get to a point where enemies drop 15-30 fuse power parts and life is getting easier

Ive activated like 20 shrines since I last did a bunch. I havent done them because what if I have to build vehicles (bad)

I miss cryonis

Havent done much in the sky tbh

I want my champions tunic. I however dont feel like going to the castle

Where the fuck is Ganondorf

I could always see him in BOTW I dont like this

I am kind of disappointed they didnt change the looks of old armor sets. HOWEVER. Cece's hat is all Im going to say. I wonder if I can wear that to Gerudo town

Im still a one shot to so many things

The Zora are dying (their water is turning into mud)

Gorons have malice pink eyes so dont trust theyre doing too well either

Barbarian armor fits so well with Link's messy long hair

Im still kind of shocked that the sheikah tech is just gone

How do I get into Hateno tech lab

Some of yall are actually building vehicles? Im avoiding that like the plague

Still salty about Sidon

I get taken for a little while and he gets engaged

His fiance did refer to Sidon as "my best friend"

The quote went "Im Prince Sidon's... oh forgive me. I am your best friend's fiancee"

She us cute but still

ALSO THEY MOVED MIPHA'S STATUE TO THE TOP OF PLOYMUS MOUNTAIN

THE ZORA'S DOMAIN STATUE IS NOW OF LINK AND SIDON

Why cant I marry him

Sidon carries Mipha's trident now (sobs)

When you meet him he goes "Its good to see you my friend" so happily

"By the way... I hope you know that I am truly happy to see you again after such a long time apart, my dearest friend"

I sobbed

He loves us so much

Just go visit him

Sidon wont marry me and Sonia and Rauru are married, cant a man find some love in Hyrule

#tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #spoilers

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dyingclown · 20 days

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TW ED AND SH, NOT CURRENT BUT REMINISCING

seventh grade was actually crazy because who told 12 year old me that it was normal and healthy to be browsing eating disorder twitter every single day 😭😭😭

it started as only self harm twitter because idk obvious reasons but theres so much overlap that i was just drawn in

its actually so inconvenient because now when i look through my camera roll from that time period im randomly jumpscared by a series of images of starving girls and people with sh wounds going through to their bones 😭😭😭

like come on. im trying to look back at a DIFFERENT trauma (shiloh)

thats the real reason i got permabanned from twitter LMFOAOSOALA

thats lowkey how i got out of that mindset because i wasnt in a constant echo chamber of calories and numbers and bullshit

i still think it like fundamentally altered me as a person though 💀💀💀

at least it wasnt as bad as my eighth grade eating disorder situation

since i was banned on twitter i used a different forum website which was much much worse

like ive been trying to be more healthy recently and i catch myself thinking "well it was so easy in december 2022..." NO ALLISTER. NO. BAD. EATING 300 CALORIES A DAY IS NOT THE WAY TO BE HEALTHY. HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO BUILD MUSCLE UNDER THESE CONDITIONS.

its also why im SO fucking weak now

sorry chat i starved away all my muscle and now i am not good for anything!!!

it was crazy how rapidly i lost strength

it was interesting because that was around the time i came up with the idea for my book so that was my little escapism

i just imagined charlie and built up his lore to distract myself from the constant empty aching of my stomach 💀💀💀

it was also sad though because at the time i was like "wow! starving myself is so Good For My Mental Health! because now, i dont think about my old groomer constantly! because im too focused on being so impossibly fucking hungry to even think straight!"

i like was scared of eating normally again because i didnt want to have to think again

GIVE ME ALL YOUR LSD SO I CAN FEEL MY MIND UNWEAVE AGAIN

THEY SAY THE BEAUTYS JUST SKIN DEEP SAY ANA STANDS AND RENDS THE RANCID MEET FROM HER BONES BONES BONES LET ME SEE YOUR BONES

I DONT WANNA KNOW IF THE FEELING FOLLOWS HOME

BONES BONES BONES

HELL WE'RE ALL ALONE

IF I COME HOME BABY WILL YOU SHOW YOUR BONES

there needs to be a study done on the effects of that song on mentally ill children 😭😭😭 its so good but i cant listen to it without war flashbacks.

god i was out of my fucking mind

i remember frantically googling the amount of calories in a ramen flavor packet because i was so hungry that i literally just ate the powder 💀💀💀 i came to the conclusion of 30 calories! but i dont think that was accurate LMAO

i used to like dirty up plates and stuff to make it look like i ate

and wake up early while nobody was home to sneak into my dads room and use his scale

i remember when i tried to purge like 1/4 of a sandwich 😭😭😭 ALLISTER YOU HAVE EMETOPHOBIA WHAT ARE YOU DOING

local faggot transcends boundaries of emetophobia to get rid of a nominal amount of calories because hes fucking delusional!

gtg do a dbq now more later maybe BYEEEE BOOP

#tw ed #tw sh

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dreamauri · 3 months

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♪ — 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦 - part one lando norris x fem! streamer! reader (fluff) “. . . lando finds himself addicted to playing video games with this girl he cant get out of his head.”

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“We are not going to get through this chapter.” Lando groaned as he and Ginge were killed once more. With a team of two, it was difficult when everyone else was packed in threes and fours. “What if i…” Ginge trailed off. “You mind if I invite someone? Just for a few minutes?” “I honestly don’t care anymore. I just don’t wanna keep getting shot in the back of my head.” Lando sighed, moving out of the camera frame to sip from his redbull.

“Who you inviting?” “You’ve met Dev, right?” Lando scrunched his name at the unfamiliar name. “Dev?” He repeated the name, confused. “I’ve not many devs-- oh.” He was surprised to see the skin of spiderman 2099 join his team, the ding from the discord voice chat ringing in his headphones. “You owe me ginge.” Lando was even surprised to hear a female voice.

“Dxvildare03.” The brunette read out the gamer tag. “Devi is fine.” You replied, nonchalantly. “Wait, Dev. What time is it at yours?” Lando could hear ginge snickering as he asked the question. “Three am.” you replied, sighing. That explained your low and tired tone of voice. “Where are you?” Lando scrunched his face, confused. Your accent sounded North American to him. “Australia.” You hummed.

Your little team of three quickly jumped from the flying school bus not long after. It didn’t take Lando long to warm up to you. Even in a tired state you were making jokes and bullying ginge. “Lando lando, go to the tennis court.” “tennis court? Why?”

He listened nonetheless, seeing the miguel o'hara avatar pop up on his screen, carrying ginge’s peter griffin skin. “I hear, formula one driver’s new hyper fixation is padel.” You joke, tossing ginge on the other side of the court.

Lando was already laughing, picking up ginge and throwing him back, all while the ginger was arguing and trying to stop them in the background. Ginge did eventually die, watching you and Lando sort through his inventory. “I need ammo.” “I have ammo.” you offered, dropping the item for him. “Thank youuuu.” If Lando looked at his chat, he’d see all the teasing comments. He was smiling widely, clearly enjoying his time.

“I’m still here.” You’d almost forgotten ginge was there. You were able to revive him on time though, as to which he chased you around for a good while. The group were able to get a few kills here and there, with you getting the most, probably because the two boys were being idiots and you had their backs. “Did you just moan your own name?” You chuckled after hearing Lando scream his name while almost escaping death.

“Nyah.” his voice rang through your headphones, low and slow. You couldn’t hold the laugh that escaped your mouth as ginge pretended to enjoy it. “That wasn’t for you mate.” Lando scolded, clicking his tongue. In the corner of your screen, you could see Lando’s head peeking from behind a tree while you try to take out a sharp shooter. “Damn, look at that ass.” You were wheezing now.

You had to let go of your controller to muffle your laughs with your hand. Pressing a few buttons, your miguel o'hara avatar started emoting, more like twerking. “Oh yeah.” That was your breaking point. You were laughing on the floor, no longer tired and sleepy. In the moment of weakness you were shot, but that was alright. “One second guys, I need a red bull.” putting your headphones down.

When you returned you found both boys arguing, it seems you lost the game again. “What’s your favourite red bull flavour?” Was the first thing Lando asked once you announced your return. “Yuk, that's such a basic flavour.” You rolled your eyes playfully. Opening your phone, you scrolled through twitch till you found Lando’s stream. Clicking on it, you saw him hide to sip his own red bull.

“Says the one who’s probably drinking the normal one.” You snicker. “I honestly mistook you for a redbull fan in that shirt.” Lando gasped at your comment. You could see him lean closer to his screen to see if you’re in the chat. You took the opportunity and sent the middle finger which made lando gasp offended upon seeing it, flipping the camera off which was directed to you. “You see this?” He asked, looking straight into the camera.

“My god, your eyes look stupid.” Lando gasped, standing up and pushing his arm chair back, he pointed at you faking hurt and pain.”I’m being bullied, chat. She’s bullying me.” “I’m gonna see that all over my fyp.” Ginge groaned in the background.

“Umm, panic mode. The sun is rising.” Lando looked at you confused at your words. “The sun is rising? What’s wrong with that, you muppet?” “Do all British people say stupid insults?” you shoot back. “Honestly, what the fuck. I know what I’m getting you for christmas.” “Oh shit, more Christmas presents?” Lando asked, sitting back politely. “Keep me on your good kids list.” He huffed, more like demanded. “Absolutely not. Straight to the naughty list, Mr. Norris” You laughed.

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“DxvilsDare03.” Lando mumbled as he typed the name in google. Results show up instantly, the first link being twitch. And through a few more minutes of research, such as stalking your instagram and twitter, Lando has found results.

You are a faceless streamer, A marine biology student currently living in Australia who streams from time to time. You’re originally from Montreal, which is all the way up in Canada ( the only bit of geography he knew because he races there ).

Your content usually contained playing video games or playing with your cat ( which he thought was cute ). You called yourself Devi, your friends called you dev. You thought it was stupid because you came up with it in highschool. And now that you're 21, the name grew onto you so you couldn't just change it.

“If she’s buying me a christmas present, I’ll return the favour.” Lando mumbles to himself cheekily, switching the tab on his phone to amazon.

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my-dearest-forest · 5 months

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i’ve moved around a lot

and lived in a lot of cities

and never knew where home is

in the sense everyone else meant

but for years, when anything went wrong

or i was upset

or happy

or bored, or tired, or had to do homework,

or wanted to see my friends

or needed to escape from something

i went to the same yellow house

and whats more of a home than that?

whats more of a home than the place where you base all directions off of

the only place in your hometown your university friends know how to get to

where you had your first drink

first fell in love,

had your first heartbreak,

lost your virginity,

first ‘ran away’ to,

found all your friends

whats more of a home than the place that has kept you safe from everything designed to hurt you

where you had your 17th birthday party

the only place every person you’ve ever kissed has been

the place your camera roll has the most photos at

the house you lived in on weekends to escape everything else

that has the couch you once slept on more than the bed at your mothers house

the place you’ve spent nearly every new years and halloween for the past half a decade

the house you know like the back of your hand down to the floorboards that creak and the weird places the previous owner hid stuff

the place you realized you were capable of more than you thought

with the family that has always sworn to have your back, no matter your relation to their son

but its not my home and its not my family,

yet i cant help but mourn it just a bit

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micropoe10 · 8 months

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Dumb Ways to Die..BG3 Edition!! Part: 2

Long post EXTREMELY LONG POST...okay maybe, probably not that long?? DEFINITELY LONG and Possible spoilers?!? I'm not sure read at your own peril! IT'S TOTALLY WORTH IT THOUGH🤣

If you didnt read Part: 1 do that now :3

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We left off with Astarion and Wyll trying to kill a couple of gate goblins to free the spiders. If you remember Halsin told me to kill the BIG THREE Goblin Camp Leaders. Shadowheart and my ALT character are trying to kill off the random goblin that joined the fight when Granny Gut (one of the BIG THREE) steps in. Now compared to the other 2 bosses she is a walk in the park. But she does come with her own annoying small pack of goblin mobs.

Wyll and Astarion FINALLY kill off the gate spamming guards and unlock the doors, the spiders are estatic and start helping me kill off the goblins. As I foretold my ALT and Shadowheart make quick work of Granny Gut and killing off the extra few stragglers proves to be a breeze. I'm calling this a WIN. About this time I am going around looting bodies cause.. 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑CHA CHING🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

I was also totally not tabbed out looking at ASTARION TIKTOKS 🥰When I tab back in the spiders are gone and I'm like ohhh probably should find them. Around this time is when I should have healed up with more than potions. This is where I should have been the voice of reason the MOM of the group and taken a Long Rest...

Yea I should have been this person but... instead I go in search of the spiders and find their smoldering dead corpses. And the part of me that lost them as fighting allies is sad and morns them. But not before I roll a NAT 20 in OVER-CONFIDENCE! I dont need them, they were just spiders I can kill the rest of these mobs I've done it before this is nothing now that I killed the majority of them. I walk my party to a side enclave we'll call it, its RIGHT before one of the big bads. I walk right past them they arent thinking that I'm a threat. THAT IM A TOTAL EDGE LORD COME TO SUNDER THEM!!!!! That I'm about to ruin their day, now I dont always spin my camera around.......I probably should have...

In my over-confidence I attack said goblins. There's only 3 right....WRONG...HORRIBLY WRONG. No in the doorway of which I stood was a room that I thought void of creatures instead I was greet with 3 goblins to my back quite literally I was in a tight spot when they called upon WORG companions. This is fine.....everything is fine..I am fine WRONG! My presence in killing off these goblins has alerted the nearby attention of

DROR RAGZLIN whelp im fucked...

We pick off mob after mob that dealt us devastating blows. Remember that I had not taken a LR (Long Rest) soooo I had NO spell slots for anyone... and (cough,cough Shadowheart) a cleric with no spell slots to heal just... just becomes a glorified DPS. And if you know/love Shadowheart..please dont come for me but ma'am.....

☠️I NEED YOU TOO HIT SOMETHING other than the floor!!!!! ☠️

10/10 Misses everything AGAIN!

She was the first too fall, calling to me for aid I helped her up (though it was pointless) Dror Ragzlin's rage was just too much for her. About this time I was waiting for it too go through initiative. My ALT is almost dead popping health potions left and right, Astarion is barely hanging on.. As I stare down Dror Ragzlin with an intensity that screams IM STILL STANDING!!

and thats when it dawned on me... I'm going wait OMG where is WYLL did he LEAVE me?? Did he get killed and I just cant see him?? I look to my party list and notice that Wyll is very much alive and well infact, he has full health and i'm sitting there in my 4AM stupor wondering when was the LAST TIME I used him in this long list of initiative rolls..... Remember when I said to remember that I UNGROUPED WYLL to save the spiders.... and remember me saying in PART: 1

☠️☠️☠️ALWAYS REMEMBER TO GROUP YOUR PARTY☠️☠️☠️

This is why, when I realized that Wyll had infact not been fighting with me this entire time I grouped him into the party and walked him into combat. Together with Astarion and Shadowheart lying helpless on the floor Wyll and I fought, struggled to keep alive against Dror Ragzlin and two of his minions. Until even Wyll too fell unable to carry on and then it was only Me, Myself and I contemplating what my options were with 3 health, no potions, no party members, no spell slots, no sleep and the VERY LIKELY possibility that I would have to load into my last save again......

😨😱😰

my last save...NOOOOOOO...I pull up the load menu while its still my turn. And I scroll down the list of saves that I have made ONLY to come to the horrible conclusion that my last save... Was made in the dungeons where I had only JUST rescued Halsin..ALL of my progress with the small goblin mobs, saving the spiders, killing Granny Gut, ALL the loot.

ALL GONE...ALL of it had to be REDONE.

I succumbed to defeat, in my pain, my loss I laughed through it. A learning lesson we'll call it. I ended my turn without doing anything more and took the killing blow! I loaded into my last save, and sat stunned and dumbfounded..how much more easier would it have been if I had taken that long rest, if I had GROUPED my party members back together.

Let my pain, my mistakes be a lesson for all! Carry on with this knowledge my fellow adventurers.😅❤️

Until the NEXT STORY TIME this has been Dumb Ways to Die.

#bg3 stuff #bg3 spoilers #bg3 wyll #bg3 astarion #bg3 oc #bg3 shadowheart #dumb ways to die #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 goblins

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