#//thank you for sending this in lovely :3

[harrysfolklore]

you belong with me - gr63

summary: george has been in love with his best friend for 15 years, but she can’t see that she belongs with him

folkie radio: MY FIRST GEORGE FIC!!!! idk why it took me so long to write for him but i hope you like this !! send your feedback <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram finally race week! can't believe it's been 10 years of watching this one from the paddock. from sneaking into george's garage during f3 days to now having proper passes (still can't get used to saying "my best friend is an F1 driver" 😅). ready to watch @/georgerussell63 crush it this weekend!

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username1 MERCEDES QUEEN

username2 you guys are literally soulmates just date already

alex_albon The OG paddock bestie 🙌

└ yourinstagram and you know it

landonorris still waiting for my batch of cookies tbh

└ charles_leclerc Get in line

└ yourinstagram LMAOOO

username3 bestie you spelled wife wrong

username4 10 years of friendship and still going strong

username5 someone convince me they're not secretly married

georgerussell63 Wouldn't be the same without you here! Even if you still support Lewis more than me 🙄

└ yourinstagram HES THE GOAT!!!

└ username1 she’s so real

username6 we need more paddock content of you two!

username7 "best friends" sure jan

username8 george's smile whenever she’s around >>>>>

username9 MY FAVORITE DUOOOOO

username10 no one does best friends better than them

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georgerussell63 P1 BABY!!! Thank you to everyone for the amazing support - winning here in Austria feels amazing. Special shoutout to @/yourinstagram for the lucky socks tradition since F3 - even if they still have tiny race cars on them 😂 Team did a mega job this weekend! 🏆

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username1 THIS IS MY GOATTTTT

username2 GEORGIE I LOVE YOU

lewishamilton Great drive mate! 🙌

yourinstagram those socks won you GP3 AND F2, respect the lucky socks russell 😤

└ username1 YOU KEEP HIM HUMBLE YN

└ username2 whats the real lucky charm the socks or yn

└ georgerussell63 Fine fine, the socks stay

alex_albon expose him more about the socks pls @/yourinstagram

landonorris lucky socks with race cars?? we need pics

└ georgerussell63 Absolutely not, those pics are staying buried

username3 yn has been his real lucky charm since day 1 😭

username4 not the childhood best friends to lovers story we're witnessing

username5 the socks story is too cute i can't

username6 THIS IS MY GOAT

mercedesamgf1 Brilliant drive today George! 💫

username7 how long before he proposes guys??taking bets

username8 find someone who supports you like yn supports george

username9 that post-race hug though 👀

username10 These two give me hope in love

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f1_insiderinfo🚨 EXCLUSIVE: Mercedes driver George Russell spotted having an intimate dinner with mystery girl in Monaco! The pair were seen laughing and sharing food. Sources say they've been meeting here regularly. Has Britain's most eligible bachelor finally been taken?

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username1 MY BROTHER IN CHRIST THATS YN

username2 y’all must be new here 😭

username3 HEEEELP see we’re not delusional for saying they need to be a couple

username4 ffs that’s his best friend story being weird

yourinstagram ah yes, the very romantic dinner where I stole half his pasta and made him watch tiktoks of cats. very intimate. also that "usual spot" is just where they make his favorite tiramisu 🙄

└ georgerussell63 you INHALED half my pasta, there was no stealing involved. also you promised not to expose the tiramisu thing

└ yourinstagram what, scared the other drivers will find out you have a sweet tooth Mr. Professional Athlete? 👀

username5 not them exposing each other in the comments

username6 the way they banter like an old married couple

username7 "mystery girl" my foot, that's his other half since forever

username8 someone get me a friendship like this 😩

username9 SO TRUE YN AND GEORGE ENDGAME

username10 this is peak comedy

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russell.archive A thread of George Russell and his best friend YN through the years 🤍

Slide 1: 2014 - Their high school years

Slide 2: 2015 - Their prom photo

Slide 4: 2021 - His first points with Williams

Slide 5: 2024 - Another season together

The "just friends" agenda for 10 years and counting... 🤔

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username1 WAIT THEY'RE NOT DATING??? All this time I thought...

username2 the prom photo is giving soulmates idc idc

username3 slide 4… that's love

username4 not me thinking they were secretly married this whole time

username5 the way his race engineer calls her "the mrs" though

username6 look at how young they were in the first pic 🥺

username7 their height difference stayed exactly the same I'm crying

username8 everyone saying "best friends" meanwhile they act like this

username9 SOULMATES

yourinstagram omg the prom photo 😭 remember when you stepped on my feet during the entire first dance @/georgerussell63

└ georgerussell63 excuse me? who forgot the corsage at home and made us late?

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

└ username2 not me crying over this

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yourinstagram date night 🍷thanks for a lovely evening @/jamessmith_eng

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username1 WAIT WHAT ABOUT GEORGE???

username2 someone check on george rn 😭

username3 the way my heart just DROPPED

alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍

username4 this has to be a joke right???

username5 10 years of analysis gone wrong...

landonorris inch resting

└ username1 LANDO WHAT DO YOU KNOW

username6 Not me having to explain to my bf that no, George and YN weren't actually dating this whole time

username7 guys can you please be normal for once? george and yn are FRIENDS stop being weird

username8 why is everyone being so dramatic?

username9 HAPPY FOR YOUUU

jamessmith_eng ❤️

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russell.archive The way he immediately looks for her after every race 🥺 (Hungary GP, 2024)

Scientists still trying to figure out how these two aren't together...

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username1 THE WAY HE LIGHTS UP WHEN HE SEES HER

username2 bro runs faster to her than he does on track

username3 10 year study of their relationship and still confused

username4 that hug is not giving "just friends" idc idc

username5 THE KISS HELLO

username6 not her wearing his mercedes jacket

username7 remember when he was sick and she flew across 3 countries just to make him soup??

username8 the race engineer calling her his better half I CANNOT

username9 someone tell that alpine engineer to back off please x

username10 very platonic sure

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yourinstagram triple header concluded ‼️oh and i have a boyfriend now @/jamessmith_eng

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username1 OH-

username2 this feels... wrong

username3 not me zooming in to see if she's still wearing her matching bracelet with george

lilymhe cuties 🤍🤍

username4 THE ALPINE GUY?

username5 why is everyone acting weird like yn and george are just FRIENDS

landonorris 🤔

└ username1 he’s one of us

└username2 HEEEELP LANDO

└ yourinstagram you’re strange

username6 my heart breaks i really thought she was with george

username7 GEORGE’S SILENCE IS SO LOUD

username8 no like from george either 😭

jamessmith_eng 😍😍

└ username1 UM NO LEAVE OUR FAMILY ALONE

└ username2 go back to alpine

└ yourinstagram ❤️

username9 I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES

username10 i know george and yn are just friends but omfg this feels wroooong

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georgerussell63 Gained nine places today but overall the damage was done yesterday. Congrats to LH and the team on the podium. We have another chance to fight before the summer break in Belgium. Bring it on.

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username1 no yn mention??? are you okay???

username2 first race post this without tagging yn i'm worried

username3 the way he usually writes "couldn't have done it without my lucky charm”

lewishamilton incredible drive 👏🏾

landonorris most depressing caption i've ever seen mate

└ username1 HE KNOWS 😭

└ username2 he’s so annoying

username4 where's the usual "special thanks to my favourite paddock menace"

username5 he's posted about yn in every race post for YEARS this is not a drill

username6 even the emojis are gone 😭

username7 BRO IS DEVASTATED and not only about the race

yourinstagram no selfie? 🥺 breaking tradition much

└ username1 CRYING

└ username2 george why are you breaking tradition

username8 alpine guy better make yn happy at least

username9 GEORGIE I BELIEVE IN YOU

username10 the damage in question was un hard launching her bf

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yourinstagram coffee runs with this oneee 🤍 @/jamessmith_eng

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username1 isn't that… george's usual coffee spot??

username2 the way she used to do this with george every race weekend 💔

username3 why does this feel wrong

iamrebeccad ❤️

francisca.cgomes i miss youuuuu

username4 BE NORMAL IN THIS COMMENT SECTION CHALLENGE

username5 she and george are endgame tho idc

username6 the wasy geroge never likes her posts with her tho

landonorris 🤐

└ username1 LANDO STOP

└ username2 he has no chill

└ yourinstagram i never understand what u mean

└ alex_albon oh honey

└ username3 IM WHEEZING

jamessmith_eng My ❤️

└ username1 i don't like his vibe george aside

└ yourinstagram love youuu

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f1gossip SPOTTED: George Russell with mystery brunette at London restaurant 👀

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username1 HELLO??' SINCE WHEN??

username2 yn's twitter likes suddenly very aggressive

username3 someone check on yn PLEASE

username4 the way she's sitting in yn's usual spot i feel sick

username5 toto watching his team's morale depend on these two idiots

username6 th groupchat must be wild rn

username7 GEORGIE WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGG

username8 ou george boyfriend era?

username9 this is alpine guy's fault

username10 THAT SHOULD BE HIM AND YN

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yourinstagram date with my favorite human 💕thank you for making me smile x @/jamessmith_eng

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username1 okay this might be cute

username2 CRYING AGAIN

username3 THAT SHOULD BE GEORGE

jamessmith_eng Perfect day with my perfect girl ❤️

└ username2 ewww

└ username1 come on they're happy stop being weird

└ yourinstagram 🥺🥺🥺

lilymhe we should have a double date!

└ alex_albon we're kinda busy

└ username2 LORD

└ username3 ALEX YOU'RE INSANE

└ username4 he said im with my boy george forever

└ yourinstagram buzzkill

username5 george didn't like this post either

username6 this is how we can get rid of him

username7 why are some people so weid about them yn and george are FRIENDS

username8 i want this

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georgerussell63 Some traditions never change. Pre-race selfie and coffee with my best friend #15YearsAndCounting

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username1 I LOVE THEM SM

username2 george russell choosing violence today

username3 HE TAGGED IT 15 YEARS AND COUNTING I'M SCREAMING

mercedesamgf1 🤍

username4 GEORGE MARKING HIS TERRITORY

username5 james has been real quiet since this dropped

landonorris territorial much?

└ username1 LANDO STOP THIS MADNESS

└ georgerussell63 You're so strange mate

└ username2 SURE GEORGE play dumb we'll play along

yourinstagram LOVE YOU GEORGIE BOY!

└ username1 girl he loves you but like loves LOVES you

└ username2 wake up he's in love with you

└ georgerussell63 ❤️

username6 whe said who's james we don't know her

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yourinstagram thank you for the flowers and for always finding your way back to me @/jamessmith_eng 🤍

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username1 GIRL

username2 this is the 4th "second" chance but ok

username3 not the apology flowers AGAIN

lewishamilton 👀

└ username1 EVEN LEWIS KNOWS

└ username2 PLEASE

username4 the whole garage pretending we didn't hear them fighting yesterday

alex_albon 🤦‍♂️

└ username1 ALEX IS HIS BIGGEST HATER

username5 somebody check on george

username6 girl get up

username7 can pierre and este sabotage him or something 😭

jamessmith_eng Love you baby ❤️

└ yourinstagram love you too x

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georgerussell63 has added to their stories

replies:

username1 GEORGE SWIFTIE CONFIRMED

username2 taylor’s version too

charles_leclerc 😂😂😂😂

alex_albon YOU FINALLY EMBRACED THAT YOU’RE TAYLOR SWIFT

└ georgerussell63 don’t push it

landonorris JUST TELL HER

pierregasly Whats this supposed to mean

yourinstagram YOU’RE SUCH A SWIFTIEEEE

└ georgerussell63 I love the lyrics of that one :)

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yourinstagram 15 years of friendship and watching you live your dream from the grandstands, and i still get butterflies every time that 63 crosses the line 🤍 couldn't be prouder of my best friend. race day ready as always @/georgerussell63 (still wearing the lucky charm bracelet you got me when we were 12 btw 😉)

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username1 MY FAMILY

username2 IM SOBBING

username3 james from alpine found shaking

lewishamilton 🖤

username4 THE KARTING PHOTO I'M SOBBING

landonorris remember when she used to hide behind trees to watch him practice?

└ yourinstagram LANDO DELETE THIS

└ username1 I LOVE THEM

username5 it has always been HIM

georgerussell63 Still can't believe you kept that bracelet

└ yourinstagram it's my good luck charm, you're not getting it back russell

└ georgerussell63 Wouldn't dream of it x

└ yourinstagram better not crash today, i'm wearing it

└ georgerussell63 Wouldn't dare disappoint my number 1 fan

└ yourinstagram since karting days

└ georgerussell63 And counting ❤️

└ username1 DID WE JUST WITNESS A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL?

└ username2 THEY CANT JUST DO THIS IN PUBLIC

username6 yeah they’re in love and everyone knows it but them

username7 james alpine you are BONES

username8 JUST GET MARRIED

username9 this slow burn friends to lovers idiots in love…

username10 lando and alex screaming rn

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georgerussell63 Found out she's still terrible at paddle after 15 years. Some things never change 🏸

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username1 girl whatever he said wasn't THAT funny you're just in love

username2 the way she looks at him vs the way she looks at james- anyway

mercedesamgf1 🖤

username3 NO ALPINE BOYFRIEND IN SIGHT WE WON

username4 the way she only laughs like that with george

username5 yn looking at george vs yn looking at james: a thesis

kimi.antonelli Great day 👏

landonorris "terrible at paddle" mate you dropped your racquet 3 times

└ georgerussell63 Trying to make her feel better

└ alex_albon by embarrassing yourself? smooth

└ username1 THIS IS MY FAMILY

└ username2 best trio forever

username6 not yn pulling a zendaya

yourinstagram i'm not that bad!

└ georgerussell63 You hit yourself with the racquet

└ yourinstagram you DISTRACTED me

└ georgerussell63 By existing?

└ yourinstagram by being annoying

└ username3 THE TENSION IS KILLING ME

username7 ou james don’t make that face

username8 i feel like something is shifting and these two will confess soon

username9 JUST KISS ALREADY

username10 the best friends secretly in love with each other of it all

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yourinstagram always 🤍

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username1 THE WAY I SCREAMED

username2 FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY

username3 that's george's hand i've studied it for 5 years I KNOW

mercedesamgf1 🥹

└ username1 toto just fist bumped lewis in the garage

landonorris took you long enough

└ username2 LANDOOO DONT CLOCK HER LIKE THAT

username4 the childhood friends to lovers pipeline never fails

username5 the easy we all just KNOW they finally confessed

username6 AND FUCK THAT JAMES GUY

username7 DO A PROPER HARD LAUCH

georgerussell63 ❤️

└ yourinstagram🤍

username8 if look idiots in love in urban dictionary a pic of george and yn shows up

username9 MY PARENTS

username10 plot twist this is actually the alpine guy 😭

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f1gossip GEORGE AND YN AT THE LAS VEGAS PADDOCK RIGHT NOW THIS IS NOT A DRILL

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username1 OMFG

username2 I CANT BELIEVE THIS

username3 james found crying in alpine

username4 NO WAY FINALLY

username5 THESE TWO IDIOTS FINALLY REALIZED

username6 i’m crying, this is the softest love story ever

username7 ya conspiracy girlies were always right !!!!!!

username8 we witnessed this best friends to lovers slow burn happen in real time i can’t believe this

username9 NOT ME CRYING AT THIS

username10 guys they’re KISSING like WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE

username11 george finally grew balls and confessed

username12 JAMES FROM ALPINE YOU’RE BONES

username13 WATCH GEORGE WIN TOMORROW

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yourinstagram not just the race you won today mr russell 🏆🤍

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username1 THE WAY HE RAN STRAIGHT TO HER

username2 YOUR SMILE WHEN HE PICKED YOU UP

username3 the way james had to watch this from p7 💀

mercedesamgf1 Best vegas grand prix ever confirmed 👏

landonorris get a room

└ yourinstagram we did

└ landonorris HELLO???

└ username1 I HAD THE SAME REACTION LANDO

└ username2 no fucking way

username3 I CANNOT BELIEVE MY EYES

username4 they had been in love since forever like we could SEE IT it was about time they realized

username5 HE. GOT. THE. GIRL

username6 george russell you fucking did it

username7 IDIOTS IN LOVE SLOWBURN TROPE I FUCKING LOVE IT

username8 YABADABADOOOOO WE WERE RIGHT ALL THE TIME

username9 a love story fifteen years in the making

username10 EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE

georgerussell63 Still can't believe you're mine

└ yourinstagram always have been. just took me a while to realize

└ georgerussell63 Worth every second of waiting 🤍

└ username1 IM SOBBING AGAIN

└ username2 this is the most beautiful thing ever

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georgerussell63 Vegas ‘24. Won more than just a race tonight.

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username1 SOBBING AGAIN

username2 i still can’t quite believe this

username3 GEORGE RUSSELL THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

alex_albon boy went from you belong with me era to lover era real quick

└ georgerussell63 Stop with the Taylor Swift references

└ landonorris NEVER

└ username1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭😭

username4 THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY ROMANCE MOVIE

username5 alex and lando screaming somewhere because of this

username6 imagine being that alpine guy right now LMFAO

username7 they’re proof that real love always finds a way

lewishamilton Prod of you mate. On and off track 🖤

└ username1 AWEEEEEE

username8 best friends to lovers Y E S

username9 the fact that george waited YEARS for her and watched her with other guys but got her in the end. THIS IS TRUE LOVE

username10 this is way too pure

yourinstagram quite the victory lap mr russell

└ georgerussell63 Had to make it special for my special girl

└ yourinstagram you’re such a sap

└ georgerussell63 Your sap tho. Officially now

└ yourinstagram was always yours. just took me 15 years to realize 🤍

[deansbeer]

★ mean streak // dean winchester.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

synopsis. you're on top this time, chasing your release, but dean's being cruel—taunting, teasing, and making you work for every moment.

warning(s). smut | f!reader | moc!dean | penetration | power dynamics | riding | degradation | rough sex | overstimulation | begging | sub!reader | dom!dean | dean being mean | slight taunting.

kari yaps. i have to thank (so should u) my gorgeous wife for inspiring whatever this is <3 i love yapping away w her about spn & dean all the time. 🤍

you're straddling him, thighs burning as you struggle to keep the rhythm steady, but the look on his face makes it clear he's not about to help you. his hands rest lazily behind his head, biceps flexing just enough to make you clench around him involuntarily. he notices. of course, he notices. his lips curl into that cocky, infuriating smirk that makes your heart race and your body betray you every single time.

"what's the matter, sweetheart?" his voice drips with condescension, low and gravelly in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. "getting tired already? thought you said you could handle me."

he's testing you. he always does. the mark has made him sharper, meaner, but you can't deny how much it turns you on. the way he looks at you now—like you're his to take, to break—should infuriate you. instead, it makes you want to prove him wrong.

you plant your hands on his chest, your nails digging into his skin just enough to wipe that smug grin off his face. "i can handle you," you bite out, your voice breathy but firm.

"then prove it," he drawls, his hips staying maddeningly still beneath you. "come on, sweetheart. show me what you've got."

his cock stretches you perfectly, the thickness of him making every movement feel like an effort, but you refuse to let him see how much he's affecting you. you start to move again, rolling your hips slowly at first. the friction is delicious, but it's not enough—not yet.

his eyes darken as he watches you, his gaze dropping to where you're taking him in over and over again. he licks his lips, and the sight of his tongue makes you falter for a second, your movements stuttering.

"pathetic," he mutters, his voice like gravel. his hands finally leave their lazy perch behind his head, and for a moment, you think he's going to grab your hips, take over, give you what you need. but instead, he folds his hands behind his head again, smirking up at you like the devil himself.

"you're gonna have to work harder than that if you want to come," he says, his words cutting through you like a challenge. "unless you want to beg me to take over."

your jaw clenches, heat rising to your cheeks. you hate how much his words affect you, how much they make your body burn with need. you bite back a retort, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

you start to move faster, your thighs trembling as you bounce on his cock, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the room. his chest rises and falls steadily beneath your hands, and you can feel the way he's holding himself back. you know he wants to take control—he always does—but he's making you work for it tonight.

"that's it," he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours. "keep going. make yourself come on my cock."

his words send a jolt of electricity through you, your movements growing more desperate as you chase the pleasure building inside you. the angle is perfect, the head of his cock brushing against that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

but it's not enough. you need more.

"dean," you gasp, your voice cracking as you grind down harder, trying to get him deeper.

"what?" he asks, feigning innocence. "you need something, sweetheart? use your words."

you glare down at him, your nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave marks. "stop being an ass and help me," you snap.

his grin widens, and he lets out a low chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine. "not how this works, baby. you wanna come? you're gonna have to earn it."

you hate him. you love him. you hate how much you love him.

but you're not about to back down. not now.

you lean back, changing the angle, your hands sliding down to grip his thighs for support. the new position makes you cry out, the head of his cock hitting deeper, harder with every bounce.

"fuck, sweetheart," he groans, his composure slipping for just a second. his hands twitch, like he's fighting the urge to grab you, to flip you over and take control. but he doesn't. instead, he watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his jaw tight as he drinks in the sight of you falling apart on top of him.

"look at you," he mutters, his voice rough. "so fucking desperate. you love this, don't you? love making yourself come while i just sit here and watch."

you shake your head, but the whimper that escapes your lips betrays you.

"liar," he says, his tone almost teasing. "your pussy's dripping, sweetheart. she's soaking me all over."

you can feel it, the slickness making it easier to move, even as your thighs burn and your body trembles. you're so close, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, but you need just a little more.

"please," you whine, your pride cracking under the weight of your desperation.

his eyes narrow, and he tilts his head like he didn't quite hear you. "what was that?"

you swallow hard, your hands gripping his thighs tighter. "fuck, please, baby," you repeat, louder this time.

he smirks, clearly pleased with your surrender. "please what?"

"touch me," you beg, your voice shaking. "please, i need—"

his hands are on you in an instant, gripping your hips so tightly you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. he finally thrusts up into you, his cock slamming into you so hard and deep you see stars.

"that what you needed?" he growls, his grip on your hips guiding you as he starts to fuck up into you, his pace brutal.

you can't speak. you can barely breathe. all you can do is nod, your nails raking down his chest as he takes over, his hips snapping up to meet yours with every thrust.

"fucking knew you couldn't do it on your own," he mutters, his voice strained. "you need me, don't you? need me to make you come."

"yeah," you gasp, your head falling back as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch. "yes, yes, yes—"

he sits up suddenly, one arm wrapping around your waist to hold you against him as his other hand slides between your bodies. his fingers find your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that send you hurtling toward the edge.

"come for me," he growls, his lips brushing against your ear. "come all over my cock, sweetheart. let me feel you."

his words are your undoing. you cry out his name as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking as waves of pleasure ripple through you. he doesn't stop, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.

"fuck, fuck, fuck—" he groans, his grip on you tightening as he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spills into you.

you collapse against him, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. his arms stay wrapped around you, his lips brushing against your shoulder as the two of you come down together.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost tender. "knew you could handle me."

you want to say something snarky in response, but you're too spent, too blissed out to care. instead, you let yourself sink into him, his warmth and his steady heartbeat grounding you as the world fades away.

[clarkeybabey]

hanging up on them without saying "i love you"

Arthur Television

He calls back IMMEDIATELY bless him

you hear what sounds to be him running and based on the echo probably up a stairwell out of breath

"what the... are you okay?" there's a pause and he seems to have stopped sprinting

"'m fine, open your door." "what."

you stand perplexed in your kitchen for a moment until there's knocking on your door.

when you open it he is standing outside, his hair windswept with chocolate and your favorite drink

"What is this for?" "i just love you," he shrugs, pulling you into a hug, kissing the crown of your head

Arthur Hill

He's in soundcheck so he can't call back at that second

but he sends a text instead:

"ubereats'ed a coffee for you, baby💓"

you didn't understand why, but now your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"thank you, see ya tonight. I love you<3"

ChrisMD

calls back like 5 minutes later, and literally steps out of a meeting w/ his producers

"i said i love you, you gimp." "WOAH, is that really called for"

"just calling it how it is" The smile on his face can literally be heard in his voice, and then all you hear is the click of him hanging up

bro is such a bully wtf

George Clarke

stares at his phone thinking of every remotely terrible thing he's done in his lifetime

he swears there's nothing he can think of.

hes never done the whole relationship thing before so he texts you trying not to freak you out. he doesn't wanna be overbearing

after typing, deleting and retyping the same message a million and one times, he finally sends it: "everything okay?"

"sorry, I hung up with my cheek. i love you!!!"

he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow.

Harry Lewis

doesn't notice at first, as he's filming with the boys

when he has a second to sit down he sees a text from you

as he reads it he thinks back "holy shit, I'm in trouble"

he dials your number so damn fast

you answer and don't get a chance to speak

"baby, what'd I do?" "harry, what?" "you didn't say you loved me"

"Im sorry?" you're confused and he can hear it in your voice

"when you called earlier. you hung up and didn't say it back."

"That was four hours ago????" "doesn't matter. what happened?"

WillNE

he doesn't call back, but jim does!

"mrs. lenney, will's losing the plot, please tell him you love him."

"james, fuck off, mate." you burst out laughing, realizing your mistake but before you can correct it james cut in again.

"you don't even have to mean it," followed by shuffling and shouting.

now will's on the other end of the phone, "oi! of course she does. right, darlin'?" the uncertainty in his voice makes you laugh again

you decide to toy with him just a bit and skip over his question completely, "James, how are you?"

"both of ya can fuck off actually."

[chaoticwriting]

YOU'RE MARRIED!!? 2

Part 1

Cass: Ellie! What are you doing here, honey? Aren't you supposed to be with papa?

Ellie: Papa is busy with Uncle Dan. They asked me to go play with Mama for a little bit.

Cass: Uncle Dan? I thought papa and Uncle Dan don't get along well together?

Ellie: Yup. They always fight whenever Aunt Jazz invites them to dinner. But papa says there is some very important very secret job that they need to do. So they ask me to go play with you.

Cass: Do you know what they are doing, honey? Maybe I can help papa with his job. You know I am very good at fighting.

Ellie: But...

Ellie says as she looks at the people around her. Cujo has shrunk himself back into a small puppy and is currently standing guard behind Ellie. She trusts mama but she doesn't know these people.

Cass looking at her daughter's signal, understands her worry.

Cass: Don't worry, honey. They are my family. Over there are your other aunts and uncles.

Ellie gives a nod of understanding to Cass and puts the brightest smile she has on her face.

Ellie: Hello, everyone. I am Ellie Fenton. Nice to meet you.

All of them awaken from their shock, greet Ellie properly. Some of them restrain themselves from throwing themselves to Ellie to pick her up and dote on her. If not for Bruce still recovering from almost having a heart attack, he would have ignored everything and just doted on her while his children solved whatever problem there is.

Cass: Ellie.

Ellie: Yes, mama?

Cass: Can you tell us what happens now?

Ellie: Ummm, I actually don't really know myself. But I hear Uncle Dan cursing Plasmius and papa saying something about the timeline being messed with.

Everyone is immediately concerned about whatever Ellie is saying. The timeline being messed with usually is a league level threat. And yet here there is one and the only reason they get any news is because their newest family member is somehow related to it.

Tim: Ellie, who is Plasmius?

Hearing the question, Ellie looks at Cass to ascertain the trustworthiness of Tim. Getting a nod from Cass, Ellie then answers.

Ellie: Plasmius is my creator. He clones papa using papa's and his DNA because he wants papa to be his son. Papa saves me but because I am a girl, born from two male donors, I am unstable.

Tim: I don't think that is how clone works?

Ellie: That is what Doctor Frosty says. Oh yeah, mama. I have a gift from papa. Papa is afraid that he might not be free on your anniversary date.

Ellie pulls out a small box out of her pocket and gives it to Cass. Cass happily takes it while observing the box. From roughly looking at it, the box isn't anything special. Except a very beautiful carving of her name on it. Cass opens the box to reveal a beautiful black pearl necklace that has 2 miniature swans in the middle. One black and one white. Their heads form a heart shape while around them are stars shining brilliantly.

Cass puts on the necklace and sees there is a note inside of it.

I'm sorry that I can't join you, Cass. I have some important matters to handle, so I hope you can take care of Ellie while I am away. I will compensate our missed date with a better one later.

Have a good time with Ellie. I love you <3

Your husband,

Danny

Cass smiles as she reads the note. Keeping it inside her pocket, she returns her attention back to Ellie.

Cass: Ellie, papa says that you will stay with me for a while. Do you bring everything you need for a sleepover?

Ellie: A sleepover? With mama? Yaaayy. But I don't bring any clothes with me.

Suddenly, a green portal opens up and spits out a purple bag right onto Ellie. Ellie catches it and giggles happily.

Ellie: Thanks grandpa Clocky.

A sticky note with a thumbs up appears in front of Ellie and disappears in an instant.

Cass: Errmm, Ellie. Who is that?

Ellie: That's grandpa Clocky. He sometimes babysit me when he sends papa to do some work for him.

Steph: How did he do that?

Ellie: Grandpa Clocky can control time. He always knows when we need his help.

Jason: Well that certainly is entering his file.

Ellie then pulls out a box of apple juice from her bag and starts drinking it. Cass picks her up and as she holds her, Ellie leans her head towards Cass's shoulder.

Tim: They really do look like a mother-daughter duo.

Steph: Of course they are, idiot. They are literally mother and daughter.

Suddenly, Dick steps forward wearing the most friendly smile he has.

Dick: Hey, Ellie. My name is Richard. You can call me Uncle Dick.

Ellie: Hihihihi. Your name is a bad word.

Dick: Well, I guess it is a bad word. But I am Romani.

Ellie: Yes, Uncle Dick. Hihihi. You are funny.

Everyone's alarm blares at the same time when they hear the statement. They finally realized Dick's plan. How dare he try to get a headstart in securing the best uncle/aunt position.

Dick can feel the glare from everyone but as they say, early birds catch the worms.

[wintfleur]

stella texting her brothers what she is doing daily and them being like ?? 😭😭 (tiktok trend)

𝓇oro's note. EEEK I’ve been wanting to do this, so thank you for reading my mind!!

6:10 am

stink 👧🏻

just woke up

quinny bear 🧸

good morning stella did you sleep well? It’s pretty early

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

go back to bed.

evil twin 🫎

didn’t ask, but good morning

trevyyy 🙄

new rule, no texting in gc before 10

7:45 am

stink 👧🏻

just got back from my run with mark and now I have to rush to get ready, I forgot I had an early class today ☹️

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

i bought you a calendar, use it?

evil twin 🫎

I thought you didn’t run on the days you do pilates?

stink 👧🏻

mark asked me to join him and I didn’t want to say no :p

quinny bear 🧸

don’t overexert yourself stella 👍🏻

8:27 am

stink 👧🏻

just got to class!! almost late 😅

trevyyy 🙄

stella please I just wanna sleep 😭

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

I don’t care stell

quinny bear 🧸

don’t be rude jack

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

don’t tell me what to do, quinn 🫵

trevyyy 🙄

ITS 5 AM FUCK OFF

evil twin 🫎

lol

3:35 pm

stink 👧🏻

finished my classes for the day, going to practice ⛸️

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

make sure to stay hydrated 🫵

quinny bear 🧸

be careful

trevyyy 🙄

kick their asses!

evil twin 🫎

who’s asses?

trevyyy 🙄

man idk, I’m jst trying to be supportive 🤷‍♂️

7:45 pm

stink 👧🏻

finished practice, gonna shower now

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

i literally don’t care?

evil twin 🫎

okay leave me alone ❤️

quinny bear 🧸

that was a long practice stella, get some rest!

trevyyy 🙄

asses kicked?

stink 👧🏻

YEP 😇

trevyyy 🙄

THATS MA GIRL!

8:40 pm

stink 👧🏻

at the art studio to work on my project

evil twin 🫎

how do I unsubscribe ‼️

quinny bear 🧸

good luck 👍🏻

trevyyy 🙄

bro do you rest?

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

LEAVE ME ALONE

10:48 pm

stink 👧🏻

finished my project

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

im going to block you (good job tho)

quinny bear 🧸

send me a pic I wanna see

did you eat dinner?

it’s late are you going back to your dorm?

stink 👧🏻

and yes I ate, daisy brought me some dinner

ethan is picking me up rn!

evil twin 🫎

quinn how does it feel to know that you bought stella a car she never drives 🎤

trevyyy 🙄

kinda freaky but that looks great stellur 👍🏻

stink 👧🏻

LUKE SHUT UP I DRIVE LIKE ALMOST EVERY DAY 🖕🏻

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

okay so we all know that’s a lie

quinny bear 🧸

that looks amazing stink

stop antagonizing stella, luke 🙄

stella literally drives better then you jack.

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

HEY?

why tf am I catching strays

stink 👧🏻

strays?

more like catching fucking tickets with your shit driving 🥳

trevyyy 🙄

were you silent or SILENCED 🤭

evil twin 🫎

DAMN 😮‍💨

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

I’m blocking all of you 🖕🏻

11:13 pm

stink 👧🏻

facetiming with rut n doing homework ☺️

trevyyy 🙄

hmm homework, that’s what they all say 👀

evil twin 🫎

I love you stella I really do, but I don’t care ❤️

quinny bear 🧸

it’s really late stink

get some rest please 🩷

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

I WANNA REST 😠

but miss yapper won’t leave us alone!

12:46 am

stink 👧🏻

going to sleep

goodnight big bros I had a great day talking with you, love you all 🩷

don’t answer, proceed with caution ‼️

ur such a brat

you can’t annoy me all day then make me forgive you in a second by being cute 😑

I love you too bug 🩷

evil twin 🫎

sweet dreams sis ily2 🩷

trevyyy 🙄

GAHHH ‘BIG BROS’ 😩

goodnight stella 🥹

quinny bear 🧸

sleep well, you had a long busy day and you need your rest. I love you too stink 🩷

stink 👧🏻

𝓇oro's note. Stop because i had so much fun doing this, id like to do more of things like this!! 😻 a little look at a day in the life with stella! please tell me what you guys thought 🩷 that’s actually a pic of stella at the end btw

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[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Congratulations! You're now the Tulpar Crew's Unwilling Therapist

Why? How? Everyone's a mess and they need you, so stop questioning >:(

One fortunate 2 AM morning, you were raiding a snack stash. Whose was it? You're here to eat not think

And while shamelessly munching on a yogurt coated oatbar like a man lapping his last meal on death row, the door hissed opened

You straight-up started choking to death, trying to secretly Heimlich yourself, and when you finally dislodged the oatgrain having it shot out your mouth and landing 3 ft. away from the couch, you looked up...

There’s Daisuke. Full-on ugly crying. Like he���s the one who almost got scythed by death

Daisuke so damn cheery 24/7 you were half-convinced his cheeks were sewn to back of his head. But now? Yeah, no. The guy’s face is doing this wet sad puppy thing, and honestly, you kinda miss the creepy sewn-on grin

"Y/NNN~"

Shit, it's his stash! You were ready to half-ass a reason to pin this to Swansea but he grabbed your collars and sobs on you neck

"Is it normal to cry on a wrench? Y/N, Boss gave that to me, it's like my cute little puppy. Except, y’know, it gives me nosebleeds when I’m tightening nuts on the ceiling."

Alright, at this point, the oatbar's been reduced to ashes and dreams, the hell is going on?

The door hissed again, and now you were scrambling, the position Daisuke trapped you in right now can get you a free hundred-day subscription for merciless bullying

"It's not what it lo--"

"Hey Y/N, is the kid finished?"

"Wha-- you mean Dai?"

"Yeah, if he's done then you gotta hear me out now. What's the worst thing someone said behind my back?"

Ok right now, your brain's all question marks. 'Cause a sobbing grown ass man is snotting on your neck and another's asking like he's some prep girl needing to beat someone up over some petty rumor

"No-none that I've heard of..."

"What!? No one's talking about me?? That's even worse!"

Somehow, you manage to wrangle these overgrown manchildren, putting them both to bed after they’ve successfully obliterated your snack time

Daisuke, of course, is still clinging to your arm like a teddy bear, overly needing reassurance

After that? Life... it wasn’t the same

The captain received some valuable intel from a certain co-pilot then starts stopping you at the lounge when you relieved yourself at midnight

“Y/N... do you think I’m a good captain?”

It's 1 am

"Well, no one's mutinied yet, so... yeah, you're probably fine."

"Of course! The absence of rebellion is the mark of true leadership! Y/N, you're a genius! I've been looking at this all wrong!"

You watched Curly skipping - SKIPPING - to his sleeping quarters after patting you in the head

The respect you had for Anya skyrocketed, and once being alone with with the nurse you asked her

"Hey, how'd you deal with all the crap with those rascals?"

She looked at you blanked, then you were unexpectedly given a fromt row seat to Anya's hidden and horrifying side

"I CAN'T! ONE MORE "CAN I EAT EXPIRED SPACE FOODS" QUESTION FROM DAISUKE, I'M RAVAGING THAT GUN FROM THE COCKPIT AND PU--"

"Hey hey hey, Anya, calm down, love!"

"IT'S THE 17TH TIME THIS MONTH, Y/N! SEVENTEENTH!"

After what felt like an eternity of inhale-exhale simon says with the nurse (for her, but mostly for you), her breathing finally slowed down. Thank the stars for that

"How'd you do it Y/N? Every time they ask useless nonsense or dump very emotionally overwhelming things... you send them off calm! It's witchcraft, I swear."

"Honestly, I'm as clueless as you nurse. But you've got too much on your plate, lemme handle this. I've got two ears and infinite tolerance."

"Infinite tolerance? You? The same person who chased Daisuke down for 5 minutes just for a yogurt cup?"

"Hey, that was the last cup and were still 200 days away fro--alright. Just trust me Anya, I got this."

Y'all laughed about the outburst, but you're secretly terrified of her now (respectfully, of course)

One day, you were helping the grumpy mechanic one day and the man's acting weirdly cryptic

“Why can’t people just…? Ugh, forget it.”

Finally, after handing him a screwdriver for the third time, his grumblings axed a huge ass crack in your patience

“Alright, Swans. What’s eating you? You’re gonna blow a gasket at this rate, and I don’t mean the ship’s.”

The man got two choices, save his non-existent high pride or just release it all

“It’s nothin’. Just Jimboy's been stickin’ his nose where it doesn’t belong, Cap’s stressin’ over somethin’ again, and Daisuke-- Why can’t they just… leave me outta it?”

Ah, he chose wisely. and you weren't gonna tease him for it (not yet, he's gotta pay for stealing your dinner twice)

“Maybe it’s because they think you’re reliable.”

The gruff old man had the nerve to squint at you, you can see it through your trusty side-eye (it made your eyeballs hurt)

"Me? Reliable? Bullshit. 'M just keepin’ this old horse from fallin’ apart.”

“'xactly. You keep the ship together, so... maybe... they figured you can keep them together too.”

This gotta break the record for Swansea's longest silence ever, no snorts, no sighs, no scoffs

The mechanic processed that like you just revealed the meaning of life and sprinkled some fairy dust on his dirty blond head (at least the color's just named dirty unlike jimmy's actual dirty ass hai--)

“Hmph. That’s dumb.”

Your eyes woulda twitched if it weren't for his shoulders relaxing and a small smirk on the mans perma-wrinkled face, you were about to leave when you heard a small mumble

“...Thanks. For the help. Or… whatever the hell that was.”

Men and their pride, however you gave him a pass and grinned

“Anytime, Teddy Bear."

Most days, you could never even breathe oxygen in peace

For the first time, you eyed Polle with a jealous-fueled burning gaze. All it does was blast you with warnings, and you don't even have to do anything! Just breathe in its general direction and you've rewarded yourself with "SAFETY'S A PRIORITY!"

Meanwhile, you’re over here, literally tweaking and that damn horse was living its best, noise-polluting and noise-free life

Eventually, they started dragging you into these "group venting sessions," which are basically just everyone talking over each other until it’s less of a calm-headed, adult and mature discussion and more of a competition to see who can throw the best threat (Anya surprisingly won thrice)

Until you bang your trusty pot and spoon,

“ONE AT A FUCKING TIME!”

a/n: this is what my rotting, sleep deprived, caffeine overdosed brain produced, hope y'all like it :,D

[megumimania]

A silly ask and I'm kinda surprised no one has done this yet and I like your writing so I'm sending it to you but basically fem reader and toji on an episode on maury :3

WHO’S YOUR DADDY? — toji fushiguro

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader

a/n: the way this has sat in the drafts for well over a year, loved writing this btw, thanks anon!

it’s no secret that toji has his doubts about whether megumi is his.

but you’re officially over going back and forth with him. especially when he still owes you child support that he refuses to pay until you show him valid proof that megumi is his son.

and what better way to give him that confirmation that he desires than on the messiest show on daytime television, in front of a live studio audience.

“for those who have joined us after the break, today we are joined by y/n, who claims that her ex boyfriend toji is pretending to act like he isn’t the father to their two year old son megumi so he doesn’t have to pay child support.”

the camera pans to you and toji sat a few feet away from each other. you can tell that he thinks this whole thing is a joke from the way he’s slouching in the chair and the constant sarcastic replies he gives maury each time he’s asked a simple question.

“maury how do i know she’s not tryna hustle me outta my hard earned money, huh?��� he asks, seemingly thinking that he’s caught you in a tight spot. “besides have you seen the kid? his hair is spiky as fuck, nobody in my family has that hair type.”

the laugh that threatens to leave your lips is almost sickening, using hair as reason to not claim his child was absurd.

it was almost as wild as trying to accuse you of being a good-for-nothing money hungry vulture. which was rich coming from him. considering that your job was practically funding his lifestyle, aside from the large dose of cash he received from his 'work trips’ that cropped up once in a while.

the cash did nothing for you as he spent it as fast as he received it. rather than putting it towards megumi’s trust fund or college fund, he squandered it all on drinking and gambling, especially when it came to the races.

it turns out his charming looks and smiles do not work on the biggest gamble of all time: betting on damn race horses.

but in the rare instance he had some had some heart he contributed towards the bills and groceries. yet that still wasn’t enough.

“when was the last time you paid for megumi’s diapers or his formula or anything related to the apartment, hm?”

you retort, revelling at how all the fight and bravado he once held was slowly seeping out of him, as if he had all of his blood sucked out of him. the host looks expectantly at toji, awaiting a response.

the audience sets off in a chorus of ‘boos’ before toji even has a chance to respond to clear his name. he feels ambushed, the humiliation of admitting to be a terrible father on television creeping up on him.

but what did he expect? he always pushed too hard and now he’s paying the price as you unsurprisingly pushed back even harder.

and of course in the sea of 'boos', there’s a few cheers in the crowd from people who are more interested in getting into his pants instead of the main reason to why you were here in the first place.

“oh and maury if you think i’m lying, i’ve got invoices, bank statements and receipts spanning the last three months.” you add “i can tell you for a fact that this man doesn’t spend a dime on anything—he might as well put on a diaper and sleep in our son's crib.”

"and so what?" toji shrugs, ever so nonchalant. to the degree it pisses you off, he could at least try to act like he cares in front of the camera and the audience.

“i still make it up to you though, don’t i?” he replies, a teasing edge to his tone that has implications that you don’t want to unpack on national television, which was ironic since your business was already out there anyway.

the look on your face is almost murderous, and luckily maury manages to pick up on before this turns into a bloodbath. he quickly perks up as he holds up the manilla envelope that was going to make or break your day.

“In here we have the results of the paternity test, come back after the break!” he says clasping his hand together as you head to the commercial break. immediately you head backstage, grabbing megumi from the staff member who seemed smitten with him.

he latched onto you as you doted on him, before he waddled off to play with his firetrucks that you brought with you in your bag. “he’s getting so big.” a familiar voice says and you turn to see him in the doorway.

“megumi look! daddy’s come back with his tail between his legs because he knows he’s about to be publicly embarrassed on tv!” you say in a mocking voice, pointing out to where toji is standing and he toddles over, smacking his arm as he adorably glowers at his dad.

“bad daddy!” he says and you stop him before he gets out of control and starts to barrel toji with his kicking and slapping. you pull megumi onto your lap trying to calm him down whilst biting back a laugh.

“we don’t hit megumi, unless people deserve it like your daddy.” you tell him softly but you doubt he’s retained any of what you said anyway.

megumi is nestled into your lap, his focus back onto the firetruck that he’s playing with. for his age the kid is incredibly perceptive to the point where it spooks you out.

and if toji feels more like an idiot now, he doesn’t say so.

—

“and we’re back! for those who have just joined us, y/n claims that her ex boyfriend is denying that he’s the father of their child to avoid child support payments.”

the clips of the past half hour play back as you sit down, the manilla envelope in your eye level making your heart race slightly. deep down you knew that he was the father so why was the anticipation making you doubt that?

the crowds cheering and whooping comes to a close once maury grabs hold of the manilla envelope, he opens it, dragging out the grand reveal for dramatic purposes as the suspense builds in the room.

“when it comes to two year old megumi fushiguro, toji… you are the father!” he announces setting off the crowd in a series of cheers. you look over at toji and notice the red flush that covers his neck and ears, a sure tell sign of embarrassment and guilt.

“all i gotta say is that i fucking told you so, hell i didn’t even have to say anything you should’ve known!” you said to him, as he did nothing but take the well deserved lecture from you.

toji felt really fucking stupid, like really stupid but he didn’t want to add to your tirade already, he already wanted to melt of pure embarrassment under the hot studio lights. he really underestimated the lengths you’d go to prove him wrong.

“it’s time to start scrimping and saving, old man. food, clothes and diapers aint cheap. I’m sure your poor race horses will understand right?” you said teasingly, biting back a laugh as you clapped his shoulder.

toji let out an annoyed huff as the sound of your laughter ricocheted in his head, the high from your victory lap still present. he couldn’t be more of a fool if he tried. “haha very funny.” he said drily, despite his head burning, now he owed you and shiu money over his stupid antics.

he knew that as long as the internet and tv were still around, he was never going to live this day down, knowing you’d use this moment to embarrass him and deservedly so.

“i’ve been your host, maury! come back tomorrow where we have suguru and satoru. two former best friends and alleged lovers with satoru claiming that suguru’s affair with the kfc worker ruined their relationship!”

[gladumf]

just wanna say thank you so much for starting this it's been an awesome day I've had so much fun

happy shrimp event !!!!!!!!!!!

🦐🦐🦐🦐🦐

well nows a good enough time as any to admit it

surprise! I was the original shrimp anon! I didn't mean to turn this into a fandom phenomenon, not really, you guys are insane /pos

don't believe me? fair enough, I can imagine a few people trying to take up the credit. here's my little series of messages to my beloved:

why did i do this? well, to be completely honest....i was procrastinating homework. and I saw a Tumblr ask that was just a lotus flower emoji. and I got a spark of an idea. and so I pulled up my following list and painstakingly sent a shrimp emoji to every single person who had anon asks turned on.

@tibbycaps and @liloinkoink I'm so sorry for the amount of shrimp you received, I failed to consider the impact my shrimp sending. it will probably happen again. same to everyone else who received multiple shrimp, if you weren't happy about it I apologize profusely. but also it was funny

anyway thank you guys for a fun filled day, I loved seeing the #shrimp event tag get filled with the many different shrimp varieties, and I can't wait to see the rest trickle out. you guys are great. keep shrimping <3

(and also if you think I'm funny and/or cool you should follow me and my writing account @gladumfdoodles pretty please you might find something you like :3)

happy shrimp event!!

🦐

[woozinhos]

child interrupts but with vernon please ...

had two requests of this enjoyyy <3

Vernon walked into the bedroom, a tired smile on his face as he saw you lying in bed. He had just finished putting the baby to sleep, and was looking forward to finally getting some time alone with you.

"Hey," he said softly, climbing into bed beside you. "The little one is finally asleep."

You smiled up at him, snuggling closer to his side. "Thank god," you said, stifling a yawn. "I feel like I haven't had a moment of peace in months."

Vernon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and nuzzling your neck. "I know, I know," he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. "But we finally have some time to ourselves now."

You sighed contentedly as Vernon began to trail kisses down your neck, his hands roaming over your body. It had been so long since the two of you had had any real intimacy, and the feeling of his touch was almost overwhelming.

"I've missed this," he whispered, his lips finding your ear. "I've missed being able to touch you like this."

You moaned softly as his hands slid under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Me too," you murmured, arching into his touch. "I need you so badly, Vernon."

Vernon's hands continued to roam over your body, his touch becoming more insistent as he felt your response. He tugged at your shirt, pulling it up over your head and tossing it aside.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over your body hungrily. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips hot and demanding against yours. You moaned into the kiss, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

"I need you inside me," you gasped out, your body aching with need. "Please, Vernon. I can't wait any longer."

Vernon groaned at your words, his control snapping as he reached down to unbutton his pants. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "Are you ready for me?"

You nodded, your eyes locked on his as you reached down to help him undress. "I'm more than ready," you whispered, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest and stomach. "I need you to take me, right now."

Vernon let out a shaky breath as he kicked off his pants, his cock hard and throbbing between his legs. He climbed on top of you, settling himself between your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he positioned himself at your entrance. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice husky with lust. "I can't believe you're mine."

He pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, savoring the feeling of being inside you again after so long. You moaned as he filled you, the feeling of him stretching you sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh god," you gasped out, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "You feel so good, Vernon. I've missed this so much."

Vernon groaned as he began to move, his hips thrusting slowly and deliberately. He wanted to take his time, to savor every moment of being with you again.

"I've missed this too," he panted, his breath hot against your ear. "Missed the feeling of you wrapped around me like this. You're so tight, so perfect."

He reached down to grab your hips, pulling you up against him as he picked up the pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your gasps and moans. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts with your own, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his. The feeling of him filling you was incredible, overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Harder," you gasped out, your nails raking down his back. "I need more, Vernon. I need you to take me harder."

Vernon growled low in his throat at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He was lost in the feeling of you, consumed by the need to make you feel good.

"You're so demanding," he grunted, his lips finding your neck again. "But I love it. I love that you know exactly what you want."

You both froze as the sound of the baby's cries echoed through the house. Vernon groaned in frustration, his forehead falling to rest against yours.

"Seriously?" he muttered, his hips stilling. "We were just getting to the good part."

You let out a shaky laugh, your body still trembling from the intense pleasure you had been feeling. "I guess duty calls," you said, pushing gently on his chest.

Vernon sighed, but pulled out of you reluctantly, climbing off the bed. "I'll go check on her," he said, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. "Try not to move too much, I'll be right back."

“Baby I can go check her it’s okay you know” You say smiling at him knowing he does so much already.

Vernon hesitated for a moment, looking back at you with a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Are you sure?" he asked, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want to leave you like this."

You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with affection for him. "I'm sure," you said, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair out of his face. "I’ll go take care of the baby, I'll be fine. We can pick up where we left off later."

You got out of bed, still feeling a bit shaky from the interruption, and made your way to the nursery. The baby's cries grew louder as you approached, and you could see her tiny face scrunched up in distress.

"Hey there, little one," you cooed, scooping her up into your arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

The baby's cries subsided slightly as you held her, but she still fussed and squirmed in your arms.

You rocked her gently, trying to soothe her as you walked around the room. "Shhh, it's okay," you murmured, bouncing her up and down in your arms. "Mama's here, it's okay."

The baby continued to fuss, her little face red and scrunched up. You tried everything you could think of to calm her down - singing, rocking, bouncing - but nothing seemed to work.

"Come on, baby," you said, a hint of desperation creeping into your voice. "Please stop crying. I just want to go back to bed with your daddy."

Just as you were about to give up hope, Vernon appeared in the doorway, a sympathetic look on his face.

"No luck, huh?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You shook your head, looking down at the still-crying baby in your arms. "I've tried everything," you said, feeling defeated. "She just won't stop."

Vernon walked over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Here, let me try," he said, taking the baby from you.

Vernon cradled the baby in his arms, rocking her gently and making soothing noises. After a few moments, her cries began to quiet down, until she was just hiccuping softly against his chest.

You looked up at him in amazement. "How did you do that?" you asked, feeling a mixture of admiration and frustration.

Vernon chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I don't know," he said with a shrug. "Maybe she just prefers her daddy."

You pouted playfully, crossing your arms over your chest. "Well, that's not fair," you grumbled. "I've been trying to calm her down for the past ten minutes, and you come in here and she instantly stops crying."

Vernon grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Maybe you just need to learn my secret," he teased, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling back at him. "Fine, teach me your secret then," you said, leaning against him. "I want to know how to get our baby to stop crying too."

Vernon wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you close. "Alright, I'll share my secrets," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "But only if you promise to be my faithful student."

Vernon placed the now-sleeping baby in the crib, his smirk widening as he turned back to you. "Now, my dear student," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "The first step to calming a crying baby is to know when to step back and let the pro handle it."

You laughed, shaking your head at his cocky attitude. "Is that so?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what's the second step?"

Vernon took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "The second step," he said, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Is to come to bed with the teacher.

[spinecouture]

Could you pleaseeeee do some more Daryl smut cause your writing is majestic.

cw: mentions of somnophilia, asphyxiation, alcohol, marijuana

— when daryl is submissive?

he’s all over the place, whining, panting, bucking his hips, hiding his face in his hands. he’s groaning at every tease and taunt, but is unable to find a comeback. he secretly loves being so out of control, letting someone else take the reigns for once. his dick is so hard he might cry a little.

— when daryl is dominant?

he’s a beast. he gets carried away at times, losing himself to the back and forth you two play. piss him off once, shame on him. piss him off twice, he’ll pin you to the wall with his hand on your throat. snarling in your ear, ‘watch it.’ oh, how he loves hearing you melt, giving in and blabbering sweet apologies. all so he has you pliant and ready for him to pound into later.

— when daryl is tired?

the man can barely keep his eyes open, lazily thrusting into you on his side. your whines keep him hard, your desperate hips backing into his movements keep him awake. barely. he’s grunting softly, hand splayed on your stomach, humping you until he cums. he’s soon snoring and drooling into the crook of your neck, not even pulling out before falling asleep satisfied. wake him up with your lips on his cock, and he’s a goner. he crumbles, letting out a growl all raspy and deep, tangling his hands in your hair.

— when daryl is drunk?

he doesn’t want to, but god, you’re persistent. maybe you’re a bit drunk, too, but you’ve never been more sure of how bad you want him. you’ll sit and bounce all pretty on his cock, giving him the chance to let out slurred dirty talk. he’s rambling on about how filthy you are, riding him so desperately. it’s messy and barely cohesive, but it’s enough to get you off. he might force your hips down harder a few times, grinning sloppily while he coos, reminding you to ‘just take it.’ he can’t help but be a little rough when he’s wasted.

— when daryl is high?

what a lovey-dovey high. he’s all over you, so handsy and attentive. he’s kissing your stomach, hips and thighs, going down on you like it’s his favorite meal. he’s murmuring in your ear, ‘so good for me,’ and ‘keep going.’ all stoned and hard, you’ve got the man whipped; he’d do anything to get you off. ‘sit on my face,’ he’d plead, giving you eyes that you just can’t ignore. you’re giggling and making out and he feels like a teenager again. you’re both covered in drool and he loves it.

an: working on more smut oneshots !!! feel free to send specific reqs if you have ideas. also working on original characters so maybe some of that soon!!! thank you guys for 100 followers :3

[tipsyjaehyun]

tere doggy ko mujhpe bhaunkne ga nhi

I know Thame's internal monolgue was like I was the one who stayed up all night talking to you, knowing you, learning the chords to your favourite song but now when the morning comes, when and how the fuck did Jun come into the equation?

He was like I can excuse my best friend punching me and pushing me out of his life but when I see him getting close to P'Po, it's ATTACK MODE!

[rubyvhs]

deal with it ch1 | dean winchester

Summary. Firefighter, Dean winchester saves you from bleeding out to death in the forest. And he gets a call. Tags. 4k words, blood, injury, mention of sex, inaccurate firefighter talk. Laila’s notes. Finally chapter one, beta’d by @crowleysmistress but all mistakes are still mine. looked over by @justwhisperingfantasies, thank you love for reading the entirety of it<3

Sam throws his paper cup at his brother to grab his attention, which works. Dean curses him out, scratching his neck. “What the hell, man!”

“You zoned off. I was asking when your shift starts.” Dean groans, standing up and taking his plate to the sink to avoid the stupid conversation. Dean’s schedule is the same it's always been, Sam is just doing the whole ‘small talk' leading up to ‘are you okay’ strategy. It’s unwelcome and, in Dean’s opinion, unnecessary. 

Sam doesn’t back down. He gets up, throws his cup away to stand next to Dean. Then an expected, "You okay?" It’s a little less loaded said by the sink so Dean nods, slaps his back, and decides that’s enough socializing for the day.

At least until he's forced to make contact when he gets to the station.

It’s better at the station. Much better. He’s more focused on the recruits he’s training, partly because it entails being a hard-ass and a little condescending. Being able to gauge out the ones who want to learn and the kids who came here to upset their parents. He gets wanting to rebel but these are people's lives, he doesn't play around when training new firefighters.

Dean’s secret job is to make sure as many people as possible drop out of the recruit training. Which is why they’re doing push-ups directly after finishing a two-hour training session. There’s only two women recruits, he doesn’t really care about the gender as long as they give it their all, and so far only one of them looks like she’ll be up for it. He doesn’t think any of the guys are making it though— and even if they do it it isn’t their calling the way he believes it to be the girl’s. 

“C’mon, recruits, ten more.” He shouts, circling them though he’s hardly paying attention, mostly on his phone texting his mum to tell her he’ll check in later; his head snaps at the sound of a recruit collapsing on the floor. His lips press into a hard line as he hits send, “Was that a hundred?” He scolds, noticing that the rest are still going. Good.

“No, sir.” The poor man looks beat but Dean can’t take chances with these guys, they’re supposed to carry cement out of buildings and people away from harm, they can’t drop whenever they feel like it. “Sorry.”

When the other recruits finally drop down he tells everyone to go grab a water. This is supposed to be his co-worker's job, Ruby, so he’s letting a first offense slide. She'll know how to deal with them better, besides he’s only here because Ellen, the division chief, forced him to be.

She’s one of his closest friends, almost like a mother to him, even, but she’s been a real pain ever since the tragedy, trying to take it easy on Dean when she knows that’s not how he copes, but he gets it— she’d rather not have his death on her conscience. And he’ll be the first to admit he could be a bit reckless sometimes even if it’s for the good of people.

One of the recruits walks up to him and he recognizes her as the girl Cortese keeps talking about. Whatever her name is. “Hi, I just wanted to ask where Ruby is. Is she okay?”

She doesn’t seem like she’s asking to be a bitch or to whine, just genuine concern. He can't bring himself to bite her head off for it, even if the question is a little disrespectful (she's not a firefighter yet, she should be focused on how to get the Cal Fire program, not worry if the nicer teacher is here). “Ruby’s fine, she’s working. This is your last week in Cal Fire as recruits, I’ll be taking over to test your limits and help with training." 

That and he gets to take his frustration out on somebody. 

She nods, about to say something when he hears his name from behind. He looks away from the recruit to see his mum; his eyes widen, jaw slackening. Seriously? again? She walks over to him and pulls him in for a quick hug.

Why the hell does she bother texting if she never tells him she’s visiting?

He doesn’t mind his mother showing up at work, just wishes that maybe she could’ve called or told him she wants to visit and he'll go to her. But of course, there’s no telling Mary Winchester what to do so he accepts his fate by hugging her back and kisses her head when he lets go. “Hey, mum.”

“Nice to hear your voice, Dean, since you haven’t called in a month.”

Yeah, okay, time to bring another firefighter in. He tells his mum to walk with him until he reaches the kitchen and taps Benny in for training. He starts making him and his mother a cup of coffee while she's already giving him a look that has ‘my baby’ written all over it, and contrary to popular belief, Dean Winchester is Fine. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, schedule's been a little busy.”

“Honey, it’s ten and you’re still in the station, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here so early.” While fires don’t have a strict schedule, Dean is usually more occupied with cases in the morning and doesn’t spend an extra second, beyond making coffee, in the station. Even then he has someone else make it. 

Truthfully, he just doesn’t have it in him to do this. He can’t talk to his mother or Sam or goddamn anyone right now about what happened. 

“Yeah, well, I’m great, mum. How’s work?” Mary’s an interior designer in her brother’s company but he’s sure she’s taken a break since the incident, if not only to have enough time to dote on Sam and Dean.

They keep talking, and his mother reassures him she’s keeping track of the house and that she’ll be staying at their apartment this week. 

The Winchesters don’t intentionally live together, it was a total accident at first. Really comical if you ask Dean (a tragedy according to Sam). They both put a deposit on the apartment thinking they'd be two floors down from each other, before the landlord cleared it up for them. but it doesn't matter anymore since they decided they’ll share the space, it was already more than they both needed.

Though Dean’s sure Sam won’t stay forever; he’ll want to move out with his girlfriend sooner or later, Dean secretly hopes it’s later. Sam’s his baby brother, and right now, his lifeline. It’s not fair to pile all that on him but it’s the only thing he knows to do, his only way to cope at the moment.

He’s microwaving a plate of the leftovers, something one of the guys made before the alarms go off throughout the entire station, the division chief’s voice ringing through it with the location and incident.

Except most of the guys went off to another location.

Guess he’s out of retirement early. He kisses his mom’s head, tells her he’ll see her at home and when he’s back in the bay area he finds the last two firefighters getting out of their suits like they're done for the day. It would make sense for them to think so, Lafitte wouldn't keep them if he's already leaving but he notices one of the recruits still in the uniform.

“Alright Lafitte, Blackwater Ridge, let’s go— recruit! Come with me.”

Time to test the girl's abilities the way he’s been wanting since he first saw her. She runs over, nodding enthusiastically. “You’re with me, get ready.”

“With— with you? To a fire?” She stammers.

“No, we’re making a stop at a diner.” He scoffs, walking away to his spot to start getting the uniform on. “Someone call Cortese, let her know where we are. They should be done by now.” It’s been hours since half of the team has left and it was a minor fire (an isolated house) and since Cal Fire has the inmate program, they do most of the non-firefighting work so they have to be finished.

Dean looks over at the recruit for a second. He's not sure why he smiles when he sees she put the gear on in record time. Ruby taught them well, and she's determined as hell, he'll give her that. "Hey, recruit. What's your name?" 

Her dirty blond hair flies as she spins to look at him, "Jo Harvelle, Chief." 

Harvelle? Ain't that a fuckin' treat?

"As in DC Ellen Harvelle?"

"That's my mother." Great. Now he knows where she gets her strength from. Ellen is a beast of a woman, he doesn't know anyone better to be their chief of division, to lead them through difficult cases and wildfires. He respects her indefinitely and to know that's her daughter— he'll try not to treat her any different.

“Alright, Harvelle, stay close, got it?” She nods frantically, her nervousness imminent, but Dean wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t think she’s got it. She does, she’ll be a damn good firefighter one day and he’s honored he can help her in any way. 

When they get to the scene it’s only half past eleven, but there's already a couple of people walking up to him angrily. Police are already here as well as an ambulance; he hadn’t heard much, only that a girl fell down a cliff— on a trail he and his friends used to walk along all the time.

“Detective.” He nods at Harris, shaking the older woman’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Katrina, she fell down the trail while she and her friends were taking pictures for Instagram.” Dean would tsk disappointingly if the name didn’t slow down his beating heart. “Chief Winchester?”

“Katrina? Katrina Novak?” She checks her file before her eyes widen. “That’s Cas’s daughter.”

“Shit.” 

Cas comes back with Ruby and no one has the heart to tell him what’s wrong until they use the drone and he sees her. Sees his daughter limp and unmoving, her face covered in bruises and blood. Dean’s about to comfort his best friend, tell him they’ll get her out, and be a good chief, but he can't get the words out, it's never been his strong suit. 

He talks with Ruby and she tells him what she thinks is the best option, which is absolute crap. Ruby's idea's safe, they don't need safe right now, this is Cas' daughter. "Dean you can’t seriously be thinking of sending me down there in a helicopter!" She hisses, but Dean knows her well enough to understand it’s because she'll need someone else with her. There will inevitably be two firefighters put in risk and while Ruby knows she can handle it she's not sure anyone else can. Especially with Benny stranded.

"Take Harvelle."

"DC is here?" She furrows her eyebrows but Dean only points to Jo. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."

He isn't. And they both end up on the helicopter with the longest harness they own.

Such a bad idea. Worst fucking idea. Ruby says as much, and he shuts her down immediately. 

Dean wasn't even aware eyes got so big but Jo's did and he has to give her a strict look that says he's not messing around. Katrina could be losing more and more blood as they speak, there's no time to help calm Jo down or tell her that she'll do great. 

They both fly directly above the hundred-foot cavern. Ruby dangled in the air as they get her to a slow descent down to Katrina. The second she's on the ground he hears her through the radio. "I can see her, she’s breathing." Dean holds his breath. “And vitals are stable!”

Cas' eyes widen and he hugs Dean, which makes him laugh softly. "We'll get her back up here, don't worry." Now they just need to bring her up using the anchor they built before. They throw one down to Jo is slung down just far enough to reach Benny and get him loose so he can help Ruby when she reaches him with the girl then she's back on the ground. Dean throws her a proud grin.

Finally, the inmates make it. Just in time to start pulling all four of them up. It goes great until they notice a small crack and look back to see the tree breaking away from the ground. 

The tree's fucking huge, and it's held down by the truck too, goddamn it. "Okay, okay, slow down." Everyone stops pulling and he runs back to inspect the damage. Damn it, were they packing on more weight? 

"Harvelle," she stands up straight, facing him, "tie another knot." She does and it'll make it only a little bit stronger but they're almost here, they'll make it. 

"Keep going!" Everyone starts pulling again and he talks into the radio, "Cortese, are y'all packing on more weight?"

It takes a few seconds before: "Yes, chief. A girl. Early twenties, stable vitals; but she looks like she has a concussion." Perfect. 

"And you didn't mention her before why?"

"Thought Lafitte told you." She knows damn well he didn't but it isn't that big of a deal, they don't have any more harnesses to throw down anyway and the outcome would've been the same, he doesn't doubt Ruby made all of these calculations on her own.

Cas’s daughter is fine, medically speaking. An ambulance takes her away and Dean's quick to check on the other girl— the one they didn't know was freakin' there. "Hello? Ma'am can you hear me?"

She can, barely. She utters a weak ‘where am I’ and the ambulance checks on her too. "Alright, great job, everyone. Pack up." 

Even with the case done and everyone out of harm’s way, he can't help but look back at the ambulance driving away with two girls and one of his firefighters— one of his best friends— in them.

It seems last minute decisions are Dean’s specialty today. "Ruby, take over, I'm going to follow Cas."

"Winchester, we're all comin' if you just let us get to the station first—"

"Meet us there, then." She doesn't argue beyond that and he runs to catch up with detective Harris. 

"Chief, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You're going to the hospital, right? To question the girls?" She nods. "I need to come with."

"Of course, let's go." It's as easy as that. Annie Harris gets in the driver’s seat, him in the passengers and they drive to the hospital quickly. 

Cas looks devastated and it shakes Dean a little. He's not here for emotional support. He should be, but he's not any good at it. He's here for work... or guilt. They hadn't even searched the place properly and didn’t know there was another girl. 

But he checks on Katrina, thank God she's okay. Then when he goes to enter the other girl's room, Anael stops him. "You don't know her, Dean."

He shakes his head, saying that doesn't matter. Anael isn't that easy though, he noticed pretty quick. He's known her for years and worked with her for most of them, she's a tough detective and someone he always wants to have on his side, except she does her job a little too well. He's a firefighter for God's sake he doesn't need to know her to see her. 

He tells her as much.

"That's not true and you know it. You might freak the girl out. She's only twenty five and she has a head concussion."

"She's twenty-five?" He would've guessed nineteen, and even that's stretching it. She looks— god she looks unhealthily thin. He didn’t see much past her hair, anyway. When he peaks behind Anael’s red hair, she’s lying down, her face covered in bandaids. But bandaids are good, they’re used for things that take less than a few days to heal… right? 

"Yeah, Dean, look, just stay away from her until we question her—"

"Oh so you can fucking question her, and that won't freak her out at all, huh?" He doesn't know why he's fighting so hard to see her, she's a victim, sure, but more than that, he feels incredibly indebted to her too. Like he's the reason he's here. He believes he is.

"Dean—"

"Stop it, Anael." She scoffs and walks away, leaving Dean so guilt ridden he might as well be in the hospital bed next to her. "Damn it," he looks down at your file but doesn't open it, just tries out your name then steps further inside, right next to your bed. "You awake yet?"

When he doesn't get an answer he takes it as a sign from the universe to leave (and then he'll come back because there's no way Dean Winchester is taking orders from the freakin' universe). 

"Where— am I?" He hears your voice and he honest to God feels his heart stop. Like a deer caught in headlights he turns back to face you with a nervous pull of his lips. 

"You're in the hospital, Edgewater Medical Center." 

"God," you groan, slightly sitting up, a hand on your head where he can see a couple of stitches. He rushes to stop you but you notice it before he can. "What the hell is that?"

"Stitches. I'm sorry, something happened in the forest and you have a concussion. Otherwise, you're fine." There should probably be a doctor here talking you through all of this considering he just said the words 'otherwise you're fine' as if your head cracking open is dandy.

"I'm sorry," he says again but this time it's for his stupidness. He says your name to ask you how you ended up there before you cut him off.

"How'd you know my name?"

"Chart." You're too tired to actually figure out what that means and he doesn't like looking a gift horse in the mouth, "what, uh, what were you doing in the forest?"

it’s almost like you were brought back to consciousness right then as your eyes widen and you throw your body up. He reaches over to you to quickly hold you down. You look down at his hand on your arm like he’s burning you alive so he steps back warily. "There was a guy."

Is that your way of telling him you have a boyfriend? Because he was not hitting on you. "Excuse me?"

"A guy. In the forest with me— we were…" You look away instantly, and he notices you're blinking at an unusual rate. "We were…" Fine, he gets it. Sex. Move on. "I— uh—"

"Alright, I get it. What happened?"

He's apparently wrong for thinking that you can't possibly get more flustered because you start fiddling with your hair. "Yes. That. And we, uh, well I guess that means I fell. I fell down somewhere—"

"Who is he?"

He's not sure what he's even going to do with the name but he has to know what kind of guy would leave a girl he was just having sex with for fucking dead. That kind of asshole needs to be dealt with. In the police kind of way, obviously.

"I, he's a man, and I mean, wasn't he the one who called you guys?" God, Dean wishes. Maybe then he wouldn't be gritting his teeth so hard he's starting to see white.

"No." You frown and he thinks his heart is breaking. You shouldn't look sad, it doesn't suit you. And Dean thinks he might have a heart attack just seeing it. "There was a girl who got hurt in the same area you did. They called us and we found you."

"He… left?"

"Sorry, sweetheart." He says before wincing. He's been warned a couple of times by the DC (division chief), and once by the fire chief about using nicknames with victims. Which means the next time a freakin' janitor complains about it, he's getting time off. 

"Yeah, it's okay." He's not sure whether you're strong or stupid but either way he's about to rage at you. 'It's okay?' What's okay? Leaving a girl you were fucking for dead? That's not okay. That's a crime. Well, unfortunately it isn't illegal to watch someone die and not do anything but he's sure with a good lawyer you'd be able to throw him into a cell under so many other charges.

He's getting ahead of himself, you don't even want to tell him who it is. "Did someone call my mum?" 

"I'm not sure, I'm not a doctor." He looks down, signaling his uniform that he still has on. "I'll bring him though, I hope you recover soon." He doesn't wait for your response because he's storming over to Annie who he's sure is going to kill him for talking to you but she might also kiss him for getting all that information out of you.

He gets the feeling you won't be too cooperative with the police.

Dean's not glad to be right but you do end up giving them some half assed responses and you aren't exactly required to say anything anyway so they leave. Katrina has to stay in the hospital for two days, you’re okay to go home.

He's not sure what to do here. He has to get back to the station, everyone except for Cas is, but he can't leave you. What you've been through is traumatic in the least, and you didn't even want to tell the police, you didn't want justice, he's pissed for you. And he's scared that means you’ll easily get in the same sort of situation again.

So he does the dumbest thing he's ever done. He knocks on your door when he sees your sister leaving the room and you jump a little. 

"Hey, didn't mean to scare you, just noticed you were leaving." He hesitates, though he hopes you can't see it too much. 

You don't respond he takes it as a clear 'fuck off' and yet does the opposite and steps inside. "So, I wanted to say—"

"Look, firefighter—"

"Dean Winchester."

"Dean, you can't tell my sister what happened, okay? Seriously, it's none of anyone's business." If he wasn't worried before, he sure as hell is now. 

You straighten up when she suddenly enters the room. Dean doesn't acknowledge her beyond a nod but he takes out a card that has his personal number on it, "Call me if you need anything. Please." He leaves feeling whatever little dignity he had left behind in that godforsaken room. 

When everyone gets back to the station it's almost midnight, he pats Jo's shoulder. "You did good. And you'll make one hell of a firefighter one day." She smiles so bright, he can't help but mirror it. 

"Thank you, chief. It means a lot coming from you. I'll keep working hard to get into Cal Fire, I promise." Yeah well, he already knew she would. He nods before saying good night and walking away to his car.

"Forgetting someone?"

Damn it. He turns around to see his mother in a long black coat, hugging herself to keep warm. "Sorry, Mum, c'mon." When they're both in the car Dean's not sure the day could get anymore exhausting. He's sure it can't.

Until an unknown number calls his phone and his mother picks up. "Mum, don't—"

"Hello? Dean? I have a problem."

Dean snatches the phone from his mother and closes the speaker to put it to his ear. "Who is this?"

When you say your name he lets out a breath of relief. "Yeah, it's me."

"You said I could call."

"Anytime."

"Dean, I need your help." 

It doesn't sound like you're in trouble which means you may be ready to tell him who the guy you were with is. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I, uh, I'm in a club, I think I just tried to— do something with someone and I don't know him— and I'm, I wanna go home."

He parks in front of his apartment. "Send me your location, I'm on my way."

thank you to everyone who believed in this story way before it came out. I thought I would write the entirety of it then post but as it turns out, I’m a bitch for praise and so I need to know how y’all think before I pour my entire soul into the rest of it. Couple of chapters already written but hope this one was the great start you guys wanted. Kisses💋 Tags: @ambiguous-avery @bitchykittenconnoisseur @imlchn @nperoconelcositoarriba @depressionbarbie2023

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[isagispuzzle]

CONGRATS ON 200 FOLLOWERS!! For your event could I request the arranged marriage troupe?

Oh and happy new year!!! I hope you have a great 2025 :)

thank you so much and i wish you a great 2025 too!! hope you like this hehe <3

sendou would have never imagined this happening to him in real life.

sure, even if arranged marriages feel like a thing of romance novels, they still happen among children of conglomerates and bureaucrats, but with him? he might be japan's most beloved striker and he might be rising in the popularity rankings among japanese tv personalities, but he's barely made a name for himself internationally and was still nowhere important enough to warrant a strategic marriage.

but apparently, his messy love life was affecting his celebrity image badly enough for his agency to propose an arranged marriage. the most rational choice was you, a singer under the same company, who boasts the title of japan's most eligible bachelorette. the public loves your pure image, carefully crafted by your company and your impeccable media training.

obviously, sendou's unhappy with this. he wanted to rise to the global stage and marry a hollywood actress and flaunt her at the met gala, not sit across you and have this meeting on your expectations for the marriage. he silently laments his predicament. his company could have set him up with a flashier idol singer or a more glamorous actress; why did it have to be you, a singer-songwriter who he's seen in sweats when you bump into each other in the hallways of the company building?

you manage to charm even his picky mother, and by the end of the wedding ceremony, you've won over all his friends and relatives. although sendou was reluctant to marry you, he acknowledges your charisma and way with words, so he's not surprised. hell, his heart was even pounding while you said your vows, glittering under the warm lighting with your hands in his.

five months into your marriage, sendou realises he's forgotten all about his dreams of a flashy showbiz romance. instead, he's fallen head over heels in love with the simplicity of the new life he's created with you.

despite the initial awkwardness, the two of you fall easily into a routine. in the mornings, you prepare breakfast for him and sendou sends you to work before he heads for training, and when he's done with training, he picks you up and you cook dinner together. on weekends, sendou takes you out for a meal, and you plan an activity to do together. conversation comes easily during the little pockets of time the two of you intentionally carve out for each other, and with the irrevocability of your marriage, the two of you iron out any conflicts with the sole intention of coexisting harmoniously.

it's completely different from anything sendou's experienced. his past girlfriends would insist he bring them to a nice restaurant for their dates, expect him to shower them with presents and attention, and openly flaunt his wealth and fame. when he failed to meet any of their expectations, the relationship is over. but with you, he sees the content smile on your face when he fumbles around the kitchen trying to cook you something while you're sick, and he realises that he doesn't need to push himself to impress you.

it's enough for him and enough for you to be able to see each other after a long day of work and decompress by singing loudly in the car, and it's enough to talk about the weather while you hang up the laundry together. it's enough to hear your laughter when he falls for another one of your pranks, and it's enough to have you handing him tissues when he catches your flu.

sendou learns that it's not all about the fame and money, but sometimes, it's about the way his heart sings when your eyes meet across a busy table when someone says something stupid.

[mymegrokosmos]

hiii! can i pls request one where reader surprises mingyu on tour? i love your works so much, thank you for all the effort that you put in!! <3

i love this big giant puppy he's such a sweetheart. i hope this came out okay anon sorry for the billion year wait. it's a little short but maybe i'll write a follow up at some point when my brain is working again.

It’s early, or late depending on what timezone you consider, when you drag yourself to the airport. You text Scoups as you check in, updating him on the eta. It’s taken you a lot of coordinating and evading. Their managers and at least three other members are in on this. The hardest part hasn’t even been keeping it from your boyfriend, it’s been not slipping up where Hoshi can hear. You love Soonyoung dearly but the man cannot keep a secret.

You’re practically vibrating by the time you step onto the plane. It’s been months of so many little details you had to get just right and so many last minute changes. You nearly said to hell with it and just ruined the surprise too many times but you know it’s going to be worth it when you see the surprise on his face.

The flight isn’t long, not by the long haul standards you’ve gotten used to since you started dating a member of seventeen, but it feels like it takes forever and then suddenly time speeds up and everything is going at double time. You text Cheol again to let him know you’ve landed, sending your message to Shua and Hannie too just in case. You’ve got a little group chat now from all of the coordinating this has taken. The three eldest members, Jihoon and Minghao have been instrumental in getting this all into place.

As the car pulls up to the outer gate where you wait in the pickup zone you smile at their manager. He didn’t have to come himself but he assures you it’s fine, the boys are all at rehearsal and in good hands he’s not rushed. The conversation feels easy as you head towards the hotel first to drop your things and it settles your nerves a bit, this small piece of normalcy.

That’s when the plans change. They were supposed to have a short rehearsal today and then come back to the hotel before the show for a quick break of a few hours. Time to grab some food, showers and a nap. Practice runs long and they’re not going to have time to make it back so there goes surprising your boyfriend in his hotel room. You were ready for something to go wrong though and so you came prepared.

It’s okay, you’ll pivot. And you do.

It still doesn’t feel real when you get your pass and follow along with the staff backstage. You can’t believe the day is finally here. It feels like you must still be at home in your bed, asleep and dreaming this whole thing. Until you catch the barest glimpse of him. Of all of them. They’re just running off to get in place for the lift that will propel them up on stage.

Hao catches your eye over your boyfriends’s shoulder and he can’t wave for giving you away but his smile tells you this is real. It’s almost time. You’re here. You grin back and then they’re gone.

He doesn’t spot you until the end of their set. He’s just, finally, stepped behind the set after what you think was aju nice number fifteen when you lock eyes and his smile turns into an oh. HIs fangs pop out as the surprise melts into a grin even bigger than he gave the fans screaming the encore and his name and then he’s running. As soon as the stage closes after the last member, Soonyoung getting dragged along tonight, he’s bounding towards you.

It doesn’t take long with those long legs of his he eats up space like it’s nothing. You barely have time to squeak before you’re lifted into his arms, spun around and set back on your feet with his forehead now pressed to yours.

“Gyu!” You’re laughing even as you swat at one bicep. “You’re all sweaty babe.”

He whines but doesn’t let you go, pouting at you as he pulls you even closer instead. “I can’t believe you’re here. What are you doing here? How did you plan this?”

You smile, hands coming up to cup his face and brush the floppy brown hair back out of his face. He leans into your touch and you vaguely register the other members being herded past you by a monotone Minghao who is having none of their nosyness.

“I had a lot of help.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything else. He’s already sweeping you further backstage, lips pressed to yours to swallow your sounds of surprise.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Mingyu.”

“Yah!”

You grin against his lips, smiling up at him as he carries you towards their green room. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hand on your back flexes slightly. You lean up to nuzzle your nose against his.

“I’m only teasing baby. I love you, you know that.”

He nods, eyes closing as he just holds you for a minute and you rest your hand against his chest to feel the way his heart beat jumps under your palm. He swallows and when he opens his eyes again they’re somehow even softer than before.

“Next time I’m taking you on tour with me. I don’t care what we have to do to make it happen. If I have to bribe your boss. I’m making it happen.”

You just shake your head and press a kiss to his jaw. “We’ll figure something out.”

He nods and before he can say anything else the door down the hall flies open and Soonyoung’s head pokes out around the frame.

“Are you two coming to dinner or are we leaving y/n to get you home from here?”

Mingyu sighs, forehead dropping to rest against your chest. “I’m going to kill him.”

You run your fingers through his hair. As well as you can with the styling products and sweat slicking it together at least.

“No you’re not.”

“No I’m not.”

You glance at your mutual friend over his shoulder. “We’ll meet you at the hotel. I expect hugs and all your best tour stories tomorrow. I’ll bring the soju.”

Soonyoung salutes and then you’re alone again. “Room service and cuddles?”

Mingyu nods. “Mm, sounds perfect. WIll you rub my shoulders for me too? The right one’s been acting up again.”

“Yah, Kim Mingyu stop overworking yourself. Hot bath and a massage just for you when we get back. Now put me down so we can get a car before the others decide to kidnap us for dinner anyway.”

And just like that his hand is in yours, tugging you along as he yells for their manager while you laugh and try your best to keep up.

[highqueenofelfhame]

oh, hi.

it has been a hot ass minute but i'm back baybeee. seriously though, if you're still here, still reading this, and still excited there was an update, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i love u guys to pieces!! enjoy <3

The cotton candy hues of the sunset were fading to nothing as he pulled into the long driveway to his house. Lights illuminated the edge of the path, but his house sat dark at the very end until he opened the gate, passed through, waited for it to close behind him, then signaled the garage to open. As soon as he opened the garage, his phone began to ring. 

The shrill ringtone was enough to make his heart skip a beat in his chest before he realized the name and photo on his screen. Golden Boyo flashed across the top accompanied by a picture of the two of them holding a World Cup trophy high above their heads. 

A heavy sigh escaped deep from within Rowan’s chest and he almost didn’t answer. His heavily tattooed thumb hovered over the deny button until he realized he had hardly texted anyone back all weekend. The thought of leaving his friends in the dust didn’t sit right with him when he knew for a fact that Aelin would likely yell at him for it until she was blue in the face and needed to lie down. 

Against his better judgment, he answered. Even worse: he showed up at the bar his teammates were meeting up near Lorcan’s place. While he needed to be fully ready for practice, his friendships needed nurturing as well. It didn’t matter that he felt old and tired. It had been awhile since he met up with the guys and by the time Rowan was a few beers in, he felt better about the whole situation. 

“We have practice tomorrow,” Lorcan reminded Fenrys. His tone was stern, his words were the law. It didn’t, however, change the way Fen’s eyes were roaming the bar looking for a body to explore all night. Rowan smirked, feeling the buzz from his drinks.

“That’s never stopped me before.” Fenrys winked at a man near the dartboard and Rowan watched as a rosy blush crept over the man’s face. No, it had never stopped him before. It was a lesson he still hadn’t learned: a sex marathon the night before practice or a game never did him any good. In fact, it made him play like absolute shit most of the time. “Speaking of people we’re bedding, how’s Aelin doing?”

“We aren’t sleeping together,” Rowan muttered into his pint glass. “She’s been sick a lot. Thankfully she can work from home most of the time.”

“Are we sure—“ Lorcan began, but Rowan held up a hand to stop him. He wasn’t dealing with his bullshit tonight regarding the legitimacy of the pregnancy. Rowan had no doubts, and was even happy. Lorcan was just looking out, but it didn’t stop the irritation that flooded him when he brought out his accusations and reservations. 

“We’re positive. They’re the best ace I’ve ever gotten.”

“That’s cute,” Fenrys swooned. His chin was propped on his fist while he looked at Rowan.

“What?”

“You called them an ace.” Warmth bloomed up his neck, all the way to the tips of his ears. The alcohol had loosened his lips and let the truth flow freely.

“Well,” he grumbled. “All it took was once and now I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“You’re pathetic,” was all Lorcan said in response. Rowan couldn’t disagree. He was nothing if not a love sick puppy waiting for his girl to really come around to the idea of them. 

Pathetic, indeed.

~*~

The blender was a blur of green and entirely too loud. Rowan was definitely getting old if the few beers he had the night before led to such a hangover. Being out so late last night was probably a mistake, but it had been fun to hang out with the guys outside of practice for once. Rowan was feeling it this morning though, already several pain killers deep. Water. He needed a lot of water. 

 He knew the greens and hydration would cure his ailments, but the sound of his phone buzzing might send him over the edge first. When his phone started ringing, he wanted to throw it into the blender, too. 

Rowan wiped a towel over his face. His pulse pounded in his skull while sweat slipped down his face in lazy rivers from the workout that had kicked his ass. He stared down at his phone, the screen lighting up with the one person he truly had been avoiding since his relationship with Aelin began.

MOM CALLING…

He needed to call her. It was bad enough that his relationship was now public and he’d barely told his mom anything about Aelin, but he really needed to clue her in on the pregnancy. If that got out before it came from him she would be deeply wounded and he didn’t like the sound of that. 

The texts she sent him were always a myriad of questions about Aelin. His mom wanted to know what she was like, where she was from, what her hobbies were. Most of that could be found on a google search, but his mom was old and barely had a grasp on the internet. Iris Whitethorn preferred books and newspapers to even learning what the internet had to offer. It was the only reason he had hope that he would beat the world to the pregnancy announcement. Regardless, the papers weren’t how he wanted to find out about his relationship, and she had.

He needed to be a better son. 

That little fact hit him harder when he looked through his texts with his mom. All of them were incoming with varying questions about the girl in the photos. What was going on? Who was she? She’s awfully pretty. Rowan felt like he barely had any answers, so he hadn’t responded. While he sipped down his green juice and devoured his breakfast, he vowed to respond to her later today. A phone call was in order for all the shit he had to relay to her at this point. 

Was a phone call enough to tell her about the baby? Probably not. Fuck. 

Rowan’s hands raked through his hair while he gave himself a moment to groan his frustrations into the universe, hoping the answers would come back to him. There was no time for him to go see her soon. By the time he found a date that would work for both he and Aelin, it might be too late. She could be showing by then with rumors swirling through the media. He had no fucking idea how to tell her anyway. A flurry of emotions ran through his mind while he changed and got ready for practice. All of this would, unfortunately, have to wait.

Nothing yet from Aelin.. Rowan frowned. Sure, it was a bright and early 7 AM, but she was usually already up and getting her day started. He texted her first, wishing her a good day with hopes she felt better. 

Rowan sighed heavily.  The secret he was keeping curled into a ball in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could avoid telling her. Well, avoid wasn’t the right word. He just didn’t have the words to tell her he got a girl he barely knows pregnant and, yes, it’s actually his baby. It was still early, anyway. Still, it wasn’t sitting right with him. He would make a trip to go and see her soon and tell her then.

>> Mom: I want to know about this girl you’re seeing, Rowan Matthias.

<< Rowan: I’ll call you after practice. I promise.

>> Mom: You better. 

~*~

Last night had been fun, but all the sprints and drills during practice were making Rowan nauseous. For the second time today, sweat was streaking down his entire body while he squirted water into his mouth. Gods, Coach was on one. It was like he knew every time there was a night out and made them work even harder. 

Rowan was relieved when they were told to hit the showers. The guys followed behind him, Fenrys groaning about a persistent headache between his eyes. Even Lorcan, who was an absolute tank when it came to alcohol, was cursing and moaning. It would have been funny if he wasn’t in the same boat.

The steaming shower he stepped into was almost holy. Hot water pelted his body while he washed himself, taking a little more time than usual because of his ailments. He could feel his muscles loosening with every breath he took and Gods, it felt so good. When he finally wrapped it up, he quickly dried and got dressed. His friends were teasing each other while they did the same. 

“Go a little too hard last night, Lorcan?” Fenrys crooned, wrapping his golden curls into a messy bun atop his head.

“I really don’t think you want to go down this road, pup,” he grumbled back. A smile twitched at the corner of Rowan’s lips as he grabbed his phone, deciding now was as good a time as any to call his mother. 

“Hello?” Her sweet voice chimed after two rings.

“Good morning, mama,” he said, zipping his bag and tossing it over his shoulder. 

“You’ve been ignoring my calls.” Not a question, though there was some hurt behind her words. Rowan rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Just busy with practice and games.”

“Is that Aelin?” Fenrys called from across the room. He pulled a shirt on and began to walk over to Rowan. “Is she still sick?”

“Is who still sick?” His mom inquired. Again, he sighed and shot Fen a warning look. 

“Aelin has been feeling under the weather,  Mom,” he emphasized her name and Fenrys looked immediately apologetic. Great. 

“Well, what's the matter? I might have some good advice, you know. You better be taking care of that girl. Has she gotten you sick?” 

“Nausea, maybe a stomach bug, no I’m not sick, and no I’m not taking care of her. She won’t let me. Aelin is so independent that I can’t get her to depend on me for anything right now.” It was probably a bigger truth than he was ready to share with his mom, much less all his friends. He made his way out of the locker room and Fen shouted an apology after him. Rowan flippantly waved his hand as the door shut behind him.

“Well, let's start with some remedies. I have just the thing that will help. It’s a tea I drank through my entire pregnancy to fight the nausea and it works like a charm.” Rowan almost choked at the mention of a pregnancy. Did she somehow know already? She couldn’t find out from anyone but him. It would destroy her if she discovered the news on a tabloid site. Fuck. 

“That’d be great, I’ll send it to her.”

“Better yet, I’m due for a visit. How about I drive up and make it for her myself?” Shit. Fuck. Godsdamn the universe.

“Mom, right now isn’t really–”

“It’s never a good time,” she interjected. “You’ll be busy regardless. I don’t mind a little time on my own while you practice. It’ll give me plenty of time to get to know Aelin, too.”

“She lives in Varese,” he told her, trying to get her to back down. 

“I know she does. Tabloids have pictures of you hanging around there any chance you get. And anyway, Fenrys has loose lips. Tell me her name again?”

“If you’ve seen the news articles, you know her name already.” There were plenty of grainy pictures of them sipping drinks at The Neon Moon, plus pap shots of them everywhere else. Rowan wasn’t used to quite so much attention. Sure, there were the occasional paparazzi that snapped photos of him around town, but with Aelin at his side it seemed to be more than usual. 

“Aelin. Her name is Aelin Galathynius,  but you already know that.”

“Well, since you aren’t taking care of Aelin I’m going to drive up and do it myself. Sometimes us women just don’t know how to ask for help when it’s needed. Besides, the poor girl doesn’t have her own mother close by to lean on for support. Maternal comfort goes a long way.”

There was no getting out of this. Maybe it would be a good thing, he pondered. They could tell her in person and maybe she wouldn’t go ballistic if Aelin was there. Stressful as all hell, but maybe it could work if he could get Aelin to come stay for a day or two. 

“Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow, then?”

“I’ll be there in the morning,” she swore before hanging up. Now he just had to get Aelin to come down.

Rowan slumped down into his car and immediately called Aelin. His thumbs drummed on the steering wheel while it rang and rang, his anxiety building in his gut. A thousand things ran through his head: Was it too soon? Would it be weird? What if they didn’t get along?

“Hey you,” she said when the call connected, her voice like music to his ears. It soothed his anxiety, just talking to her. Just by being her.

“Hi.” It was impossible to stop the smile that crept over his face as he dropped his bag in the backseat and got in his car.  “I have a favor to ask and an apology to give.”

“I’m intrigued, do go on.” Rowan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Hervoice filtered through his car speakers, surrounding him wholly. 

“Fenrys accidentally told my mom you’ve been sick and now she’s determined that you need her special tea and maternal comfort.”

“Ah,” she said, clearing her throat. “So is the favor meeting your mom? And is the apology for Fenrys?”

“The favor is that you come stay with me for a few days to meet her and let her mother hen you to death because there was no way I was getting out of this scenario while talking to her. But if you refuse I can try to get her to back down.” When Aelin laughed, a weight lifted from his chest. “The apology is for roping you into this mess. And for Fen.”

Aelin laughed, “I accept both. I’d love to meet your mom. Plus, maybe we can tell her about the baby while she’s here.”

 Rowan was relieved she was so open to the whole ordeal. His heart squeezed in his chest that she wanted to meet his mom. Fuck, he was so gone for this girl. He was on a free fall and only she could catch him. He wasn’t looking forward to finding out what would happen if she didn’t.

“She’ll be here tomorrow. Is that okay?” He could hear papers shuffling in the background, the sound of a zipper and a small sigh from his girl.

“I’ll pack a suitcase and be there in a bit. I’ll bring my work stuff with me and set up in your office, if that’s okay.”

“What's mine is yours,” he swore. 

“Okay,” she said softly, and Rowan could hear the smile in her voice. He was grinning, too.

“Okay. See you soon.”

“See you soon, Ro.” Ro. Was she trying to get him to crash his car from a heart explosion? He disconnected the call as he pulled into his driveway and took a deep breath. This was a good thing, right?

~*~

“Ro?” Aelin called out, stepping through the front door. He’d left it unlocked for her in case he was busy when she arrived. 

“Kitchen!” He called back, so Aelin slipped off her shoes and padded through the house until she rounded the corner and saw him standing at the stove.

His sleeves were pushed up above his elbows and an apron was around his neck. A cutting board of vegetables sat on the counter while he stirred something in a pan. It smelled devine, and wasn’t making her stomach turn which was a huge win. Everything was setting it off lately.

“I know tacos are a safe food right now, so I thought we’d try fajitas to switch things up,” he said over his shoulder, turning briefly to grab the cutting board. The contents were dumped into the pan and she circled the counter, pausing beside him. Rowan stirred with his left hand and wrapped his right around her waist. Her stomach fluttered at the contact, but she didn’t pull away. 

“Thank you,” she said, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Always.” Aelin smiled up at him before stepping away to get a glass of water. 

They made small talk while he cooked, everything from their days to little tidbits of what his mom was like. According to Rowan, she was the best mom in the world. He gushed about her cooking, about how he raised her alone after his father passed away when he was ten. She’s fiercely loyal to her people, and loves Rowan more than anything in the world. If the sun revolved around people, Iris would surely revolve around Rowan. He insisted it would be the same for Aelin and their baby. 

The thought warmed her. This baby would have the best community in their corner. Not having to worry about the lack of a village was a huge relief. Everyone was dying to be involved on both sides, and many of Rowan’s teammates contacted Aelin just to check in on her. Aedion and Lysandra were already vying for favorite aunt/uncle. No, this baby would never know what it was like to not feel wholly loved by their people.

After dinner, they cleaned up despite Rowan’s protests that she didn’t need to do anything. Aelin dismissed him with the wave of her hand and worked on the dishes while he put away leftovers. He was right; it was a refreshing change to eat something other than tacos. 

“I’m gonna shower,” she sighed, arms stretched above her head. Even though it was still pretty early, she was more than ready to don pajamas, curl up, and decompress from work and the drive down. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” was his reply, and she knew he meant it more than just right now. Biting her lip, she slipped out of the kitchen and made her way upstairs. 

The best shower in the house was Rowan’s. It had a rainwater shower head that felt so luxurious that Aelin swore she was going to get one for her house in Orynth. As soon as she stepped in she felt the day simply melt away. Hot water trickled down her skin while she carefully washed her body, then her hair. She really needed to get this showerhead. It was the height of luxury at the moment. 

After drying off and changing clothes, she went back downstairs and found Rowan on the couch. He had changed clothes and was now in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Something about it was really doing something for Aelin. His tattooed bicep was along the back of the couch and she wanted to trace the lines everywhere they turned. When he looked up at her and grinned, something fluttered in her stomach. Gods, she was so screwed.

“Good shower?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, sitting close enough that his fingers brushed her shoulder. Rowan toyed with the ends of her damp hair for a moment, and Aelin was stunned at how comfortable the silence was. Nothing was being said, or communicated in any way, but it was such a cozy silence. She’d never experienced anything quite like it before. 

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Rowan said carefully, “but you look exhausted.”

Aelin took no offence, laughing as she rubbed her face. It was true. She wasn’t sleeping much, and when she did it was restless. Her hips were already beginning to ache and she wasn’t looking forward to it getting worse as her body grew and changed. Still, she was so tired. Most of the time she was asleep by nine-thirty. 

“Because I am,” she sighed. “There’s so much that needs to be done for the foundation before the office launch  here. I feel like I’m treading water because there’s always more to do. I love my job, and I can’t wait to see the effects it has on the community, but I think I forgot how much it is. All the events I need to organize, getting the office picture perfect. My team is amazing but some days I get asked so many questions that I never want to speak again.”

“What you’re doing is fantastic, and I will be at every event I can be. However, if you need to take a breather, take one. A day off is okay. You can do all of this, I don’t doubt it, but you are growing a human. It might slow you down a little, but you’ll get it taken care of.”

“I haven’t told my staff yet. I want to wait until my next scan to make sure everything is good before I tell anyone else. Except your mom, if you want to do that while she’s here. Family doesn’t count. Anyway, I think they’ll understand my work-from-home days a little more once the cat is out of the bag. I think Luca is on to me, though. Kid is way too perceptive and I’ve been spending way too much time with him working on the website.” 

“I’m sure they’re sympathetic now. Plus, you’re getting everything done you need to, right?”

“Of course. I think that’s part of why I’m so tired. I’ll stay until like eight, and then go home and eat, shower, and go to bed.” She sighed again, fingers running through her hair.

“Why don’t you get some sleep? My mom can be a lot,” he admitted. 

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer. I swear I’m usually a lot more fun than this,” she laughed, and he joined in with her. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb running over her skin. There were calluses on his hands that always felt strangely good. 

“Goodnight, then.” His hand dropped from her face and she was glad. Heat was creeping onto her cheeks and if she didn’t get out of there, she would look like a tomato soon. It was ridiculous that his touch set her aflame so easily. Aelin wasn’t sure she would ever get used to it. 

Upstairs, she wasn’t sure which room to enter. There was Rowan’s room, and then the guest room. They didn’t say anything about sleeping together tonight. Hell, Rowan didn’t broach the topic at all. It was tempting to crawl into his bed, but she turned into the guest room, which was unofficially her room, instead.

~*~

Aelin couldn’t sleep. It was just after ten, and she had maybe dozed off once for a few minutes. Otherwise she was watching the ceiling fan whirring above her head. The house was so quiet. Much better than her apartment, where upstairs neighbors were sometimes a little heavy footed. Not too long ago,she heard Rowan walk down the hall and close his door. She chewed on her lip, gave herself a little pep talk, then pushed out of bed and opened her door before she could talk herself out of it.

Two knocks on his door, followed by a soft, “Rowan?” 

“Come in, love,” she heard, muffled through the door. Once it was open she was treated to a shirtless Rowan sitting up in bed. Glasses were perched on his nose and he seemed to be reading a book. 

“Hey,” she said, lip tucking between her teeth while she rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Hi,” he chuckled, shutting the book and putting it on his nightstand. “What are you doing awake?”

“I can’t sleep. Plus, like, your mom is under the assumption that we’re together so we probably need to sleep in the same room anyway. Why not start now? And we’re not not together, so it would be weird if we weren’t sleeping in the same room. You know?”

“I think if we’re not not together, that means we’re together, Aelin.” A smile was tugging at his lips and she wanted to kiss it until she saw all of his teeth. She took it as her chance to walk over and get in bed with him, wiggling down in the blankets and pillows until she was fully enveloped in his scent. 

“Call it what you want,” she shrugged, the blanket covering the little grin on her face. 

“What are you calling it?” Rowan tilted his head slightly, glasses sliding down his nose. Gods, he was so… there were so many words for what he was right now. All of them were positive because this look and banter was really doing it for her. 

“You know I’m calling you my boyfriend.” Aelin’s eyes rolled in an attempt to seem nonchalant. 

“You can trust me, Aelin,” he said softly, hand reaching to cover hers. Their fingers slid together seamlessly, and more of that fluttery nonsense took over her stomach. She licked her lips, eyes focused on their hands.

“I know.” And she did. They barely knew each other, yet she knew he was becoming a safe person for her. There weren’t too many of those anymore. Her inner circle was small, yet she knew that because of Rowan, it was growing. 

“Yeah?” His finger bumped beneath her chin and she looked at him, fighting the tears that threatened to pour over.

“You’re going to make me cry, and then your mom is going to be here in the morning while I have a puffy, red face. I’ll look like a little tomato and I’ll be really mad about it.” Rowan snorted, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

“A beautiful tomato,” he said, lips pressing to the top of her head like he couldn’t help himself. Beneath the blankets, she was smiling. 

“Maybe after your mom leaves… maybe we can talk before I go back to Wendlyn?” She lowered the blankets beneath her chin and looked up at him. A single tear had managed to escape and he wiped it with his fingertips. 

“It’s a date,” he promised, nodding his head almost too-eagerly. Clearly he was waiting for this moment. Aelin hated that she had to be so guarded these days, but there was too much damage in her past to not be. Her heart had been crushed into oblivion before, and she couldn’t risk it. Now that a baby was involved? Gods, she had to be so, so careful. 

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” She finally asked, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Rowan’s eyes widened at the inquiry, mouth opening and closing several times before he found letters to string into a sentence.

“I wasn’t sure you were ready for that,” he said slowly, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Aelin smiled, a whisper of a laugh escaping her mouth.

“I’m ready to be kissed, Rowan.”

It seemed that he didn’t have to be told twice. Rowan leaned in and kissed her lips softly as if testing the waters. Aelin was the one to melt into him, fingers braiding into his hair to pull him closer. He groaned quietly, parting his lips and she was more than eager to sweep her tongue against his. 

Gods, yes. This. There had been moments where she wondered if the tension was only that. Just tension that fizzled out after the first entanglement. The feeling in the pit of her stomach told her otherwise. Butterflies fluttered up her ribcage and she gasped. It wasn’t a one time thing. If she played her cards right… she could have this forever. 

The thought clanged through her, sobering her enough that she tugged on his hair a little. Rowan groaned and it really didn’t help dampen her desire. The sound was delicious, something she wanted to eat like cake until he had nothing else to give her.

“Rowan,” she finally sighed, his lips closing over her pulse. Fuck, it felt so good. “We said slow.”

“This is slow,” he murmured, teeth grazing her skin and tongue doing the laziest swirl over her skin. Oh, gods.

“Slower,” she laughed, taking his face in her hands and pulling him away herself before her resolve withered into nothing. 

“Whatever you want,” he promised, licking his lips. Rowan’s cheeks were flushed and she had to lean in and kiss them both, planting one more on his lips. It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t melting at the sight of him, rosy cheeks and crinkles by his eyes from smiling. 

“I know it’s not easy–”

“I’ll do anything you want. I’ll wait until you’re ready. Not just for sex. For everything.” Everything. Aelin’s heart fluttered madly in her chest, shaking her ribcage. Wasn’t that the part she was most scared of? It excited the hell out of her at the same time. Everything with Rowan was scary, and yet… Aelin found herself looking forward to it. 

It was easy to curl up in his arms, head on his chest. One of his hands traced sleepy shapes over her back and shoulders, and when sleep came to claim her, she had no say in the matter. Feeling safer than she had in awhile, she counted the beats of his heart until she fell asleep. 

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Joel’s twin x f!reader || 500 words

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, pwp, unprotected piv, creampie, m!oral.

A/n: this little thing inspired by the buzz cut Joel edit has been in my docs for ages but I’ve decided to post it bc I think it’s hot lol Beta-ed by my love @milla-frenchy <3 dividers by @/saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST || more twin action (different au)

“Yeah, just like that, baby. Suckle on ‘im.”

You‘re moaning, your lips wrapped around the fat tip of a cock. Joel’s twin is feeding you his salty precum, that’s oozing generously, thanks to your skilled mouth.

“You suck his dick like that?”

You shake your head a little, trying not to hurt him with your teeth, and he smirks,

“‘s what I thought. He’s probably too weak to ask it from you, huh? Always busy with our screw-up of a little brother. Fuck him. Fuck ‘em both. C’mon up, baby.”

He grabs your arm and yanks you off the floor. He plops on the bed and you clench your fists around his jacket, straddling his lap.

Your and Joel's bed.

He’s fully clothed, only his jeans and boxers pulled down to his mid thigh while you’re completely naked, your dress and panties wherever he ripped them off you.

“Does he even make you come, baby?” His chest pressed to yours, his voice at your ear, gruff and sultry, acts like gasoline poured into a fire, burning the whole of you up. It’s so similar to Joel’s, yet so much sexier that your pussy aches with need whenever he talks.

“Sometimes,” you reply truthfully and hover over his stiff cock while he guides his tip to your sopping hole. His hot head prods your entrance and you whine at first but then gasp when he pushes your hips down and pierces you with his fat cock in one go.

You bite your lip while your pussy stretches around his manhood with a dull pain and your walls spread, trying to accommodate his mighty girth.

He doesn’t let you get used to the feeling of his cock splitting you in two and a harsh slap lands on your asscheek, ringing loudly in the silence of the bedroom.

“Ride it”, just two words from him and you start eagerly bouncing on his dick like your life depends on it. You don’t even know why you let him do all this to you, why you sucked his cock, why your pussy is drooling on his big balls but you love it. Love the sensation of your husband’s twin fucking you on your marital bed. It’s nasty, filthy, wrong and so hot you're already coming.

Joel’s caring, soft, loving. But his twin brother’s effect on you can not be explained. He comes once a month or so, pumps your cunt full of his hot cum and leaves. He’s rough, dominant, mean, everything Joel isn’t. And you love how dirty you feel when you’re with him.

“Fuck, love your pussy, baby. Gonna come so deep in her, she’s gonna be crying me for days, ya hear? Til the next time I fuck you.” He chuckles through heavy panting and begins thrusting his hips up into you, forcing your pussy to fall on his cock harder, faster, sending his tip up to kiss the deepest part of you.

The sweet poison of his words is already coursing through your veins, you can’t get enough of him, and soon your pussy starts contracting, greedily milking his cock off every drop of his thick load.

Joel comes soon after in his cuck chair, loudly moaning at the sight of his wife unraveling on his twin brother’s cock. He loves how wrong and dirty it is. All three of you do.

Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic!<3

MASTERLIST || another twin story (different au)

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