#BREATHTAKING work as usual it's so😭😭

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision 4/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : SMAU, Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

CHAPTER 4 : SMAU

Serie Masterlist

@landonorris

Life lately: city nights, soft lights, slow things 🎼

@pietra you forgot “dragged to the ballet and actually kinda loved it” 😌🩰

@maxfewtrell he's lying. man was into act II don't let him pretend otherwise

@carlossainz55 slow things? who is this poetic new version of you

@formula1fashion slide 4… tux?? okay classy king

@curiouscatfan is that a program for The Nutcracker? 👀

@slowcircuits love this whole soft mood. winter season lando is ✨

@arianariverria

Opening night in Royal Opera still lingers in my limbs. Thank you to the ones who made it feel like gold 🩰🤍

@ballerinasoflondon You were luminous on stage

@velvetdanse this is what grace looks like

@stagequietly saw you last night — truly breathtaking 🩰

@quietballetgirl this bouquet is straight out of a novel. you’re magic.

@balletfansunited whoever gave you those flowers has taste 😍

Instagram Story – @pietra

@f1casuals not pietra casually giving us ballet night with the lads content 😭 I love it here

@ballerinasonthegrid wait was doing Lando and Max at The Nutcracker??

@fashionf1blog tbh obsessed with this whole aesthetic

@quietobserver32 Lando looked like the adoptive son of Max and Pietra

@f1winterwatch #LandoNorris seen by fans at the Royal Opera House in London for opening night of The Nutcracker during winter break. Dressed in full tux and accompanied by close friend Max Fewtrell and Pietra Pilao, the McLaren driver was photographed looking very out of his usual element.

Fans were quick to clock the ballet program in hand — and even quicker to spiral. Sources say he stayed through the full performance and went to the after show gala, according to Max’s own comments he was “weirdly into Act II.” 👀.

@f1girlie lando norris watching ballet in a tux… literally what dimension is this

@chaoticgrid so we all agree this is Pietra’s doing right??

@curiouspitlane "weirdly into Act II" IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER READ

@formulafits not me falling in love with winter opera lando. he’s just like a victorian novel character now

@gridgossipgirl he’s not suddenly into ballet y’all 😂 he prob just got roped in by max and pietra

@f1curiosity don’t forget it was donors night at the Royal Opera… PR move?? 👀

@midfielddreams let’s be real: this is 100% media team damage control for the party boy Lando headlines

@offtrackantics tbh i wouldn’t be shocked if McLaren told him to show face and act classy for once lol

@slowburnsundays he looked good. that’s all i’m taking from this. tux Lando supremacy

@gridoverdramatic we���ve gone from ibiza yachts to ballet in a month 😭 PR team is working overtime

@f1goat not buying the “soft boy era” spin yet. we’ve seen the club videos. we remember.

@quietlyofftrack maybe he was just trying to support pietra. like. sometimes guys do wholesome things to balance the chaos

@fansofthegrid i know everyone’s like “image change!!!” but honestly?? maybe he just likes dressing up and sitting down for 2 hours

Texts messages :

Unknown Number hi so, this might be weird unless it’s not? I don’t know

Ariana Who is this?

Unknown Number right, yeah sorry it’s Lando from the other night I get your number trough the dancers contact list I hope it's okay, I swear I’m not weird

Ariana …Norris?

Lando yes, that one Formula One guy bad-at-tuxedos guy

Ariana I remember You weren’t that bad at tuxedos

Lando 😅 thanks I practiced standing still in a mirror beforehand

Ariana Impressive. So, what’s this text about?

Lando right, yeah ok so this isn’t like a thing like it’s not a date not that I wouldn’t, I mean it could be not that it has to be I just thought—

Ariana Breathe.

Lando okay resetting hi again

Ariana Hello again.

Lando I wanted to see if you might want to come to this gathering thing, not like a wild party or anything just friends, pizza, blankets, probably candles Pietra said something about fairy lights and “safe vibes”

Ariana That’s… quite the pitch

Lando I panicked halfway through and committed to the bit

Ariana I could tell So you’re inviting me to a not-a-party?

Lando yes, very chill Max is hosting and Pietra’s coming no pressure at all, if you hate it you can pretend you weren’t even there

Ariana Are you always this nervous when texting?

Lando only when the person I’m texting is kind of intimidating and elegant and casually tore my ego in half at a club once

Ariana Fair And do you usually invite said people to pizza nights?

Lando no, this is a new thing trying something different slower quieter less… tequila and regrettable decisions

Ariana I appreciate that Maybe

Lando maybe yes or maybe “I’ll disappear for three months and never answer again”?

Ariana Maybe yes if I’m not busy and if the playlist isn’t terrible

Lando Max made the playlist so yes it’s terrible but we can change it if you come

Ariana Tempting

Lando pls come I already told Pietra I invited you and she’s going to mock me forever if you don’t

Ariana Send the address I’ll think about it

Lando [📍Shared Location] okay sent thank you for being gentle with how awkward I am I swear I’m cooler in person actually no, that’s probably a lie

Ariana It’s fine I don’t like cool people anyway

Lando 😳 I’ll take that as a win

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild, @esw1012

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[realmcflurry1]

Tinder mark

Pair: mark Grayson x F!reader

Warning & tags: corny words used?? Slow burn kinda, marks powers lwk cockblocking, nerdy flirtatious mark, fluff

Summary: your love life has been quite lonely awhile trying to look for the right man until you see him.. Mark, 19 on tinder swiping right on him at 2am.

Taglist: @augustsblossom

[A/N] first ever published written work, testing out the waters, nervous but constructive criticism will be accepted🥲. Tried my best into making mark seem like mark I hope you like and enjoy this, debating if I should continue this😭

It was late at night mindlessly swiping on tinder face on the side planted into the pillow one eye barely open until you see him. Photo of his big goofy smile and his brown dreamy eyes holding a mug of some sort of coffee maybe??

Feeling flustered at his appearance unlike other men on here trying to act tough or intimidating no, no, no he’s.. different..kinda nerdy in a absolute cute way

looking down at his name and introduction mark, 19 comic book lover especially seance dog🐶❤️. Without looking further into his introduction scrolling back up inhaling a deep breath smiling your heart absolutely fluttering into your stomach deciding to swipe right as you do dropping the phone to the side shrieking into a ball screaming into the pillow body heat rising as your tired self disappeared calming down minutes later.

Leaving the bedroom, phone on the covers walking downstairs grabbing a cup of water unbeknownst to you mark had messaged.

Mark: what’s a lovely girl like yourself up so late?

Sent 2 minutes ago.

As you finally reach the bedroom rubbing your eyes about to climb into bed sitting on the edge grabbing your phone as your heart skips a beat mark?!? oh god oh GODDD!! Unlocking your phone opening immediately to tinder opening marks message.

You: i can ask you the same thing handsome stranger, ya looking for an adventure? Because if you are you looked in the right place LOL

Smiling at your phone as you lay back in bed waiting for marks response suddenly time seems to be going by slowly when your waiting for something exciting.. thinking deep into thoughts suddenly hearing a commotion down in your apartment near the alley way getting up to check it out as you look scanning suddenly seeing I..invincible carrying the elephant by his..trunk?!?? Your eyes looking in utterly disbelief and confusion but letting out a little laugh then looking at invincible really looking at him in his goggles something about him makes you shudder like you know him but from where?

Finally laying back into bed as you sigh seeing the delivered 8 minutes ago.

Must have fallen asleep.. muttering to yourself placing the phone onto the nightstand closing my eyes drifting away slowly into the abyss until.. TING.. your eyes shooting wide open as you yawn grabbing your phone lazily starring at his message

Mark: I'm not usually one to seek out adventures at this hour but for you then.. yes.

your mouth opens as if you were gonna say something but no words came out a smirk filled your lips as you chuckled at his dummy idiotic response you quickly open your phone typing and responding back

You: well if it isn’t the comic book nerd making a move.. I like that.

Marks pov

Late at night in bed starring at the ceiling both arms behind his head thinking in the moment until he hears a BZZZ his hand immediately grabbing his phone unlocking it pressing the tinder notification starring at your profile his heart sinks at your beauty.. the way you pose in every selfie, breathtaking, stunning, mark feels the heat creeping into his cheeks as he smiles without even knowing.

As they were both a match in arts, mainly arts and crafts for mark some comics the two liked mark gulps hesitantly typing you a message.. as mark messaged you Cecil immediately called him in about the elephant in a sketchy alley.. mark putting on his suit and flying out immediately reaching the destination of the sketchy alley with the elephant.

After dealing with the elephant mark flys home as Cecil on the other line of the earpiece good job kid I’ll keep you updated. Mark finally taking off his suit putting back on boxers from before mumbling to himself good job kid.. I’m not a kid.. sighing as he rolls back into bed groaning grabbing his phone starring at your message his smile immediately pops up opening to tinder messaging you back seeing your response making his lips quiver in excitement

Mark: it’s not everyday you get to see a beauty like you with common interests haha

As you lay down in bed cuddled up in your warm blankets smiling at your screen seeing his message half asleep

You: well thank you it’s nice to know someone finally admires my beauty

Mark: your welcome [Y/N] I adore a girl who knows her beauty

Shrieking In excitement as you let out little giggles about to type back until you see

Typing…

Mark: how about a coffee date this friday by the one near dahlia ave? I’ll be free and we get to know each other more.

Your eyes widen at his message mouth fully smiling as you get startled by something clattering on your balcony deciding to not investigate it (must be a cat) as you thought to yourself

You: this Friday? Heck I can absolutely do it your lucky I’m free haha

Mark let’s out a chuckle as he stares at your message smiling hands hovering over the keyboard deciding what to type

Mark: great don’t be late! it’s nice to go out with a pretty girl comic lover at that to

You: that goes for you to you know mark? LOL

As the night wears on you and mark have talked about each other’s interest where he fully geeked out on seance dog, villains, and traveling as you geeked out on music, art, and paintings etc.

Suddenly looking up at your balcony through the curtains sunlight peeking out damn.. mumbling to yourself as you check the time on your nightstand

5:30

You: well it was fun talking mark but you know I gotta head to bed thank god I have work off..

Mark feels a pang in his chest as he stares at your message frowning but hiding it sighing as he relaxes in his bed his body sinking into his covers

Mark: of course [Y/N] pleasure was all mine honestly. Goodnight and as for work.. I have to work dreadfully if I say so myself..

[whosashan]

Hi chootie! I absolutely love your works and how you write😭

I was wondering if I can request fluff!Xavier, wherein MC is struggling to fall asleep, so she shifts alot in bed and Xavier notices so they face each other in bed and MC asks him randomly what space looked like and how it felt to be around sea of stars? Maybe Xav says something about how beautiful it was but also how lonely it felt and idk how fluff ending goes 🥺🥺🥺✨✨✨🤍🤍

WAS IT LONELY?

PAIRING: Xavier x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: Xavier telling you a "bedtime story" when you have trouble sleeping.

A/N: Thank you for the request. Hope you enjoy!

The storm whispered against the windowpanes, rain tapping a restless rhythm against the glass. Beyond the darkened skyline, the city slumbered in muted stillness, but within the cocoon of your apartment, silence felt elusive.

Xavier’s warmth pressed against you, his limbs tangled effortlessly with yours, his arm draped over your waist as if to shield you even in sleep. His face was nestled in the crook of your neck, breath slow and steady, the rise and fall of his chest in perfect synchrony with yours. The room was painted in silver hues, the moonlight catching in his pale hair, casting delicate shadows over his features—serene, untouched by the worries of the waking world.

Usually, this was all it took for sleep to claim you. His presence, his scent, the way his touch anchored you. But tonight, rest remained stubbornly out of reach. A nameless anxiety clawed at you, weightless yet suffocating, like the vast expanse of the sky pressing down on your chest.

You shifted for what felt like the hundredth time, sighing quietly. The frustration of it burned beneath your skin. Xavier’s hold on you was firm, even in unconsciousness, his fingers curled slightly against your hip, as if some part of him refused to let go.

Your gaze traced the curve of his cheekbone, the gentle slope of his nose, the soft part of his lips. He looked so peaceful like this, so utterly at ease. You reached out without thinking, brushing a few strands of silken hair from his forehead.

The movement stirred him. His breath hitched slightly before his violet eyes fluttered open, still glazed with sleep. He blinked at you once, then again, before his grip around you instinctively tightened.

“Mmh... why aren’t you asleep?” His voice was thick, husky in that way it always was when he was barely awake, and it sent a quiet shiver down your spine.

You swallowed, guilty for waking him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, baby.” You whispered, pressing the lightest kiss to the tip of his nose.

Instead of obeying, his hand slid from your waist to your stomach, tracing slow, mindless circles on the fabric of your shirt. The lazy touch sent warmth unfurling through you.

“Trouble sleeping?” His voice was quiet but laced with knowing.

“A little. It’s nothing.” You covered his hand with yours, squeezing gently in reassurance.

Xavier hummed, unimpressed. “You’re a terrible liar.”

You let out a soft chuckle, conceding, and finally turned onto your side, fully facing him. His blue eyes—now open and alert despite the drowsiness still clinging to him—searched yours, waiting.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Xavier… what was it like? Being in space. Drifting among the stars.”

His fingers, lazily tracing circles on your back, stilled for just a second before resuming their soothing motion. His eyes darkened slightly, as if sifting through memories he hadn’t revisited in a long time.

“It was quiet,” he murmured finally, his voice softer, deeper. He shifted, pulling you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin. His warmth seeped into you, grounding you. “Almost too quiet. The stars stretched on endlessly, and time… it slowed. There was a beauty to it, something otherworldly, something infinite. It makes you feel small. Insignificant, even.”

He exhaled, the breath ruffling your hair slightly. “At first, it was breathtaking. But then, the loneliness creeps in. You realize that no matter how many stars surround you, they are just that—distant. Silent. Cold. And you are nothing but a speck among them.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pressing closer. “Were you scared?”

A pause.

“…Maybe,” he admitted, and the vulnerability in his voice made your chest tighten.

You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, your lips lingering against his skin. “You’re not alone now,” you whispered, feeling his hold on you tighten in response.

“No,” he murmured, his lips pressing against the top of your head. “I’m not.”

The weight of exhaustion, the restlessness from before—it was fading, melting into something warm and safe. Your eyelids grew heavier, the lull of his steady breathing, his voice, his presence pulling you into the embrace of sleep.

“Close your eyes, love,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair. “I’ll be right here when you wake.”

The last thing you felt was the slow, rhythmic stroke of his fingers against your back, and the last thing you heard was his voice, soft, unguarded, and so full of love—

“I love you.”

[pascals-doll]

sundress szn

⋆ ˚ . * ·analysis— in which its the hottest summer in Texas. Nothing better to wear than a sundress, right?

Joel Miller x afab reader

₊˚ପ came back from my 10hr work shift feeling slutty for Joel in the summer is eating away at me

₊˚ପ THE LAST OF US 2 TRAILER HAS MEEEE!!! he looks and is gonnabe incredible omg 😭😭😭

₊˚ପ DESCRIPTION: NOTHING LIKE A GOOD FILTHY SUMMER SMUT 😩⭐️ PRE-OUTBREAK!joel, no female description, reader wears a white sundress, EXHIBITONISM!, public sex (sex in your driveway!), dom!joel, sub!reader, sex on Joel’s truck (LORD HELP ME), nipple-sucking, unprotected sex, sweaty sex, lots of teasing, dirty talk ( r receiving), praise, use of petnames (honey, darling)

Fresh wind was nonexistent in sweltering Texas temperatures. If you got a dollar everytime you stepped outside, sweating bullets down your face, and neck. You’d win the lotto.

To make things even harder, you were low on groceries which meant you needed to run errands—nothing worse than running errands on a boiling hot day. You might aswell step out naked due to the fact that, everything you wear, the material sticks to the sweat beamed through from the sun.

Looking through your closet, you decided to wear a short white sundress, light and airy, that clung to your curves in all the right places. The fabric so thin that your pink lace panties were slightly visible, and the neckline dipped low, showcasing your ample cleavage. More of a risqué choice, but feeling the breeze on your skin was all you needed.

Your dearest boyfriend Joel whom always obliged to help you and drive you wherever you need; always offering with the biggest smile on his handsome gruff face.

Most errand-days, he usually could keep his eyes on the road, to himself. But today, his focus could only drift to the clinged fabric of your dress. Slight bumps on the road he’d ride over causing your dress to ride up your thighs as shifted, giving him an accidental glimpse of your smooth legs and enticement of your lace panty.

Joel eyes never left you for a moment, tracking the movement of the dress along your body as his dick twitched his belted dark-washed jeans. Even throughout the supermarket, watching you pull the cart with the sway of your swift hips as you read out what he needed to grab off the shelves.

The entire way t’ill checkout, it might’ve not been evident. Joel was fighting demons in that store and finally feeling like he could take a proper breath as you both reach his truck. A mental preparation and impulse control tugging at the stability of Joel’s will; fighting the need to not swerve into an unknown alleyway and fuck you like some delinquents.

You noticed Joel's wandering eye. Could you blame the man? you looked enchanting in your small sundress. There wasn’t a moment where, to Joel, you didn’t look breathtaking. It was that fucking sundress and the bulge in his pants made you more powerful.

You intentionally leaned over to pick up your bag, brushing closer to his hard-on cock—knowing the movement would cause your dress to rise, exposing your shiny thighs and the curve of your ass. You could feel Joel's eyes burn a whole through your behind, and a naughty idea festered in your mind.

As he pulled into the driveway of your home, you turned to Joel with a mischievous smile. “It's so hot hun’ and I could use a little relief," you purred, eyes sparkling at him "Care to help me out?" you shift in the passenger seat, leaning your back into the car down as you spread your bent legs.

You didn’t have to ask Joel twice. His cock depraved and strained at the sight of you in that sundress and had him desperate to taste you. He pulled the car to a stop, reached over, and pulled you towards him, crushing your lips with his. You moaned into the kiss, hands tangled in his hair as you deepened the kiss, your tongue teasing his, and almosr crawling into the driver’s seat.

Without breaking the kiss, Joel fumbled for the door handle, needing to feel your body pressed against his. He easily pulled you out the car and pushed you gently against the side of the vehicle, his lips never leaving yours. You didn’t care your dress hiked up your thighs and exposing your seeping panty pussy causing Joel to groan as he felt the heat radiating from your desperate core.

He broke the kiss. His lips trailed down your jaw, nipping at your sensitive skin, before sucking and biting your neck gently. You arched your back enflamed, pushing your chest out which revealed your perky nipples, plush skin while straining against the thin fabric. Joel’s delectable sucks and swirls kept you on your toes as the feeling of his warm mouth on you, shuddering you impatiently.

You both were out in the open, your medium-sized driveaway only shaded by the array of large trees, to the sides of your home and tall wood fence To be honest, you were too fucking horny to care about the taller homes looking down onto your own or your neighbors getting an alert of the show that was about to start.

You gasped and bucked her hips, grinding your pussy needily against his covered cock. "Oh fuck, honey," your whisper hot in his ear. "I need you inside me. Right here, right now." Completely cushioning yourself between Joel and his truck.

“Anything you want, aint’ tha’right darlin’” His twang purring through and down to your arousal. He reached down, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, and pulled them down your legs, tearing them off with haste. You spread you legs as much as you could with him burling over you, lifing your leg and wrapping it around his waist, exposing your glistening pussy. Joel looked around quickly and cautiously before aweing at the sight, his cock aching to be buried deep inside you.

He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his throbbing cock teasing your wet folds. With one swift thrust, he plunged into you fulfillingly.

Filling you up with every inch of his grithed-self. Your pussy completely suctioning him like he was always made for you, to be inside you, gut-deep. You met his thrusts, your hips moving in perfect rhythm. Utterly indulged by the feeling of being taken like this, out in the open, the sun beating down on the both of you.

Mixing the torched sun rays with the heat of each other’s passion. You reached down, tugging at your dress, messily pulling it to expose more of your breasts, hard nipples begging for his touch.

Joel swiped his drool from the corner of his lip, pinching and twisting your nipples as he quickens his pace, his hips slamming into yours; filthy and lecherous.

The sound of each other’s flesh slapping together filled the driveway, along with mix of both moans and gasps. Cars passed by on the street, hearing small squeaks come from the truck and you felt a rush of excitement, knowing that someone could see you at any moment. See him.

"Oh God, Joel, fuck me harder," you begged, fingers digging into his back. Pure adrenaline coursed through, pitching your moans higher while he drove into your pussy ruthlessly. "I'm so close. Make me cum all over your cock."

Joel spurred on by your words, huffing his pants heavier as he pounded into you infectiously, his balls slapping against your ass. Your pussy tightened around him, and he could feel your orgasm pumping through as the heel of your foot dug into his jeans clad. He reached down between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he continues fucking into you deep.

"Cum for me, baby," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel that tight pussy milking my cock." His lewd spews didn’t stop as he felt his climax near. Your breath hitched, and back arched as you feel flourish relief wash over you. "Joeell! jus’like that! im cumming!" your whines pouring out loudly, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock. "Oh fuck, don't stop. Keep fucking me."

Joel felt your orgasm tsunami through your arousal, soothing your trembled body and pushing him closer to the edge. His thrusts slowed as he pumps into you till he couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud gutteral grunt, he releases.

The tip of his cock squirting out his hot cum deep into you, coating your walls. You felt his warmth filling every bit of you, and it sent you over the edge again, pussy contracting around him as you cried out into his shoulder.

You both stood there for a moment, catching each other’s breath, but quick to get yourself put together. Joel helping you with your panties along with your dress before belting his jeans. "Well, that was certainly one way to beat the heat," you giggled, a wicked glint in your eye before grabbing a grocery bag.

Joel grinned, a slight chuckle as he follows you. At the front of the door, his smile is sultry as his eyes peer down at you. He got closer, whispering against your forehead before placing a kiss.

"Anytime, anywhere, darlin’. I'm always ready for you."

dolls-taglist̗̀:➛ @localorphanage @bready101

[aventurineswife]

What about...

Aven with a reader that is insecure about how they look with some clothes?

Example: Aven bought the reader a suit/dress and when they prove it, they look in the mirror and they felt insecure, but Aven thinks they look beautiful. He comforts reader, telling them how beautiful they are. 🤭

Reflections of Beauty

Summary: When Aventurine gifts you an exquisite outfit, your insecurities threaten to overshadow the moment. As you stand before the mirror, doubting your reflection, Aventurine's words of comfort and his unwavering adoration remind you of your worth. Through his playful yet heartfelt encouragement, he helps you see yourself in a new light.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Body Positivity, Self-Esteem Issues, Reassurance, Soft Aventurine.

Warnings: Mentions of self-doubt and insecurity, Brief internal negative self-talk (resolved with comfort), Pure fluff!

A/N: I NEED AN AVEN IN MY LIFE!! 😭🥺

Aventurine lounged back on a plush velvet chaise in his opulent quarters, flipping a gold coin idly between his fingers. "Hurry up, darling," he called with a teasing lilt. "If you take any longer, I'll think you’ve gone shy on me."

You stood before the gilded mirror, frozen in place. The dress/suit—no, the masterpiece Aventurine had insisted on buying—hugged your form like it was made of liquid moonlight. Every detail, from the delicate embroidery to the way the fabric shimmered, screamed luxury. But all you could see were the imperfections it highlighted.

“This… doesn’t look right,” you muttered, tugging at the hem. The mirror reflected your uncertainty, amplifying it. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t enough for something so exquisite.

“Aven,” you called softly, “I don’t think this works for me.”

He was on his feet before you could blink, sauntering over with his usual feline grace. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and amusement as he stopped just behind you, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“Doesn’t work for you?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and mock scandal. His hands came to rest lightly on your shoulders, fingers brushing against the fabric. “Darling, have you seen yourself? You’re stunning.”

You shook your head, averting your gaze. “I don’t feel that way. It—it clings too much here. And my arms—”

His laughter was soft, warm, and oddly reassuring. “Oh, you sweet, silly thing,” he murmured, turning you gently by the shoulders to face the mirror again. His hands slid down your arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as they came to rest at your wrists. “You’re focusing on all the wrong things.”

He tilted his head, eyes meeting yours through the reflection. “Look again. Do you see how the color brings out the sparkle in your eyes? And the way it flows—it’s as if the stars themselves decided to wrap around you.”

You frowned, still unconvinced. “But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, his voice firm but kind. “You don���t have to see it yet, but I do. And I think you’re the most breathtaking sight in the room. No, the universe.”

Your cheeks heated at his words, but a small part of you wanted to believe him. “You’re just saying that.”

He sighed dramatically, spinning you to face him. “If I were just saying that, would I do this?” He took a step back, placing a hand over his heart in mock reverence. “I, Aventurine of Stratagems, Gambler Extraordinaire and Connoisseur of Beauty, hereby declare you utterly perfect.”

The way he said it, so solemn yet playful, coaxed a reluctant laugh out of you. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist,” he countered with a wink, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “Listen to me, darling,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. “I’ve lived through more than you could imagine, and I’ve learned one thing: true beauty isn’t about perfection. It’s about confidence, about wearing your flaws like they’re a crown.”

His hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently along your skin. “And you, my dear, wear it all so well.”

You hesitated, but his words warmed something inside you. Maybe, just maybe, you could see yourself the way he did—if only for a moment.

“Thank you, Aven.” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

“Anytime,” he replied, his lips curving into a genuine smile. “Now, shall we?” He gestured to the door. “Let the world see what I already know: that you’re nothing short of extraordinary.”

Hand in hand, you let him lead you out, his confidence and adoration bolstering your own. For the first time that night, you caught a glimpse of the beauty he saw in you.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Satoru Gojo trying to make a bun with his daughter's kinky hair

Pairing: husband!Gojo x black!reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Synopsis: It always looked so easy to him, the way you put your thick hair into the most breathtaking hairstyles. But when his daughter asked him to do a sleek bun on her, he was confronted with the stinging fact how difficult styling kinky hair can be. But that doesn't stop the dad of the year from learning...

Warnings: This is the first time ever I'm writing a black reader and I'm beyond excited 😭 I'm hoping with all my heart that you guys like what I came up with! I'm not a poc myself so if this offends you, don't read this work. Also, I'm writing from the point of view of my own research and the tellings of my beloved moot @almostshinymiracle. As usual, there's many ways to do your hair and this specific one might not be yours 🤍

Comments, likes and reblogs are so appreciated, I'd be more than thankful for you guys telling me what you think - THANK YOU 🤍

Your eyes widen when the loud shriek of your daughter echoes through your house. What’s wrong? Did she hurt herself while playing? As fast as your feet carry you, you run down the hallway and open the door to her room.

But no, your daughter didn’t fall, she didn’t hurt herself. She sits in front of her dad who holds a brush in his hand.

“Hey honey, is everything alright over here?”, you question softly while kneeling down next to both of them.

“I’m so sorry. She said she wants a bun like the one you wear so often and I thought it can’t be that hard. But the brush doesn’t even get through her hair…”, your husband explains, bright blue eyes fixated on his daughter’s hair.

“It’s not that simple with kinky hair, babe. Look, the bristles of your brush are way too tight to get through her hair. That’s why I’m having a special one.”

Oh, how absolutely adorable he looks with his face visibly in guilt, still holding onto the brush that seems to be his while visibly pondering about your soft explanation. Making your daughter’s hair as a dad without experience has to be difficult already, but a girl with black roots and a hair structure completely unknown to him? You chuckle to yourself, remember the countless times he observed you doing your hair already.

“This seems so damn exhausting, babe. Can’t you just…brush it?”

“If I just brush it, I’ll look like a mop. That’s the price I have to pay for having kinky hair I guess.”

“But you look like a princess. My princess”, he purred into your ear while his long fingers tried to brush through your thick hair.

“She just asked me and as her dad…I just wanted to help, y’know”, he mumbles with a pout.

“And I’m so proud of you for trying, Satoru. It’s just an art itself and if you didn’t grow up with it, it’s quite difficult. Sometimes not even hairstylists are able to tame my and her hair from time to time. No worries, I’ll do her hair and I’ll show you how it’s done when there’s enough time, okay?”

You can’t help but give him a kiss on his cheek, letting yourself fall into his arms.

“Mommy, can you do my hair?”, your daughter interrupts your way too short cuddle session.

“Of course, angel. We’ll be ready in 10 minutes, Satoru. Don’t worry about it-“

“My name is baby”, he corrects you before leaving the room, his shoulders almost hanging to the floor.

This doesn’t sit right with you. It shouldn’t hurt him like this that he wasn’t able to do his daughter’s hair when it’s absolute not comparable to his very own. Mindlessly, you run your fingers through her thick mane that is so similar to yours, so familiar that you’d be able to make a sleek bun with eyes closed. You’ll definitely show him how to take care of his daughter’s hair when there’s more time than today.

“Is daddy sad?”, your daughter asks innocently while you apply gel.

“He was so excited to do your hair, honey. But with kinky hair like ours, this can be really difficult, you know?”

“It hurt…”, she admits shyly.

“Did it hurt as much as doing braids?”

Your little daughter chuckles while you tickle her playfully on her neck.

-the next day-

The heartfelt laughter of your daughter makes your eyes flutter open. What time is it? Given the fact that the sun already rose, it has to be late in the morning. Your naked feet meet the cold wooden floor, carry you to her room on their own. Satoru’s side of the bed was already cold when you woke up. Did he have to leave for a mission? Or is he the reason why his precious little daughter laughs?

“Okay, let me remove the scarf from your cute little head. Is this how mommy does your hair?”

You stop in your tracks, already grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. A scarf wrapped around her daughter’s head? You know exactly what that means.

“That tickles!”, your daughter shrieks.

“Shhh, don’t you wake up Mommy before I’m done here, okay? I want this to be a surprise.”, Satoru whispers exaggeratedly mute.

It takes all your strength to not break out in laughter, to stay hidden behind the slightly open door.  

“Okay, now let me wrap this around it…and…Fast, I need a bobby pin, honey!”

Your heart almost overflows with warmth. When did he learn how to do his daughter’s hair, what steps it takes to create a sleek bun with kinky hair? It’s hard to keep you from entering the room, to keep your composure. The urge to see what he’s doing becomes almost unbearable-

“Did you hear that daddy?”

“Yeah, that sounded almost as if someone behind that door stalks us!”

With a swift motion, your husband exposes you to his bright blue orbs. Your heart skips a beat. Is he mad, disappointed? The look on his face is rather amused, calms down your tingling nerves.

Until you look at your daughter.

Your precious little daughter with a perfect sleek bun.

“Oh my”, you breathe out.

Instantly, you kneel down in front of her, eyeing her from every angle. He really managed to put all her unruly hair in one of your afro puff hair ties, the whole package covering the floor along with multiple tubes of different gels and countless diverse brushes. It looks like an absolute mess around her room, different brands and tools clustered around. But you only have eyes for your daughter and beloved husband.

“This looks absolutely stunning!”

“Do you…really think so?”, Satoru mutters while scratching the back of his head.

Is the strongest jujutsu sorcerers of your time really…blushing? Immediately you grab his hand covered in dried gel and press a passionate kiss against his cheek.

“She looks like a model, I couldn’t have done it better! How did you do this? Only yesterday, you didn’t know what to do!”

“I did some research…”

“The whole night?”

“The whole night.”

“This looks fantastic!”, your daughter cries out when seeing herself in the mirror, twisting and turning herself in order to soak in her gorgeous bun.

“You always make it look so easy. Sometimes I forget how much skill this requires”, he mumbles against your ear, dragging your body onto his lap.

“I hope you’ll remind this when you ruin my hair next time”, you playfully reply.

“Want me to ruin your hair right now?”

[thebluester2020]

[TWST] "In Another Reality" [Pt.2]

Summary: In a strange twist of fate, you've been given a "second" chance to return back to the strange world of Twisted Wonderland. Although only a year has passed, it seems like time hasn't moved all the same but, as you wake from sleeping at a table in the halls of a dark castle...you feel like you've been here before, in one of your dreams.

Warning(s): Fluff, Possible OOC Malleus (I haven't gotten to the Diasomnia book yet y'all 😭), AU where Malleus has graduated and is on the way to becoming king, Based on the song "Once Upon A Dream" (writing Malleus based on Sleeping Beauty is actually so much fun wtf???),

Side Note(s): The part one that inspired this is here!

I originally wasn't going to write a second part to this since I like writing open-ended angst every now and again but someone wanted a happier ending to this so I had to oblige 😔. (Also, Im not at the book of Diasomnia yet so excuse the possible inaccurate world-building of Briar Valley 😩)

The last thing you remember was crying yourself into a dreamless slumber.

Beforehand, you dreamed of Twisted Wonderland, a strange yet magical world that you had managed to leave almost a year ago. For the most part, you've fully adjusted back to living in your original world and all the usual things that came with it. And while it was fine, you missed the people you found yourself getting attached to in Twisted Wonderland, especially Malleus.

That night, after coming home from work, you missed him more than anything.

Each time you remembered how his voice sounded or the way he'd look at you, place featherlight kisses upon the back of your hand, or escort you everywhere like the prince he was. Your heart both swooned and yet mourned the loss of him, and when you had settled into bed later that night, all you could think of was wanting to see him one last time and tell him everything that you were previously too scared to do so beforehand. You wanted to tell him how much he meant to you, how nice his voice was to your ears, and most importantly? How you loved him.

That's all you wanted, nothing more.

That's all you wanted, nothing more.

. . .

Which...may have given you a clue as to how you ended up where you are now.

Currently, you were in the clearing of some large forest. It was nighttime and besides the chirping of crickets and the occasional nighttime bird call, it was silent and...eerily familiar. You couldn't place your finger on it, perhaps it was the fireflies that blinked occasionally in the air or the way the air smelled a little bit fresher compared to your world!

But, you almost wanted to say that you had— "Hello?" You spoke out as you suddenly whipped your head to the side like a deer who had heard a branch crack in the woods.

Suddenly, even the crickets didn't even dare to sing as you slowly rose to your feet and strained your eyes in an attempt to peer further into the darkness of the thorny woods beyond. When a few minutes had passed, no other branches breaking during that short time period, you dared to step away from the spot where your feet had practically glued themselves out of fear to where...when you had looked behind you that is, a path from the clearing had somehow opened up.

Like magic—no.

Maybe this was a dream.

There was no way you were...there. That strange, twisted world where magic existed and the love you never got to pursue existed as well. This was merely a dream, a dream that you decided you would indulge yourself in until you woke back up, leading you to go down the path away from the clearing until you eventually found yourself at a lake.

Underneath the moonlight, combined with the fireflies that sparkled above the lake and the array of mystical blue lights that seemed to twirl and dance upon the water's surface, everything was absolutely breathtaking. As you settled down next to a large tree that hung just near the lake's edge, the cool breeze that had just started to graze against your skin making you shiver a little, you had begun to wish that you had dreamed yourself wearing warmer clothing rather than your sleep clothes.

Until you heard another branch crack behind you.

This time you didn't think to look back.

Monster or not, this wasn't real no matter how much you wanted it to be.

Another crack of a branch.

You still didn't look but...you did feel that someone was watching you, closely even— "You won't look at me?" That voice.

It couldn't be. "This is a dream," There was a shiver in your voice, your mind suddenly warring against itself about whether or not to scold itself for being so cruel to imagine that you were suddenly hearing your crush's voice or to pour out your feelings once again to an imagination inside your dream. Then again...you weren't sure if you could take a morning of tears afterward. "A dream?" The voice—Malleus answered once more, his voice closer now as you heard the sound of soft footsteps.

"...Yes." You were almost ashamed to break the illusion so quickly. "You're not real." You kept going.

When silence followed, your eye line began to burn with unshed tears as you whispered curses to yourself. You wished you hadn't responded to "Malleus" the way that you did, especially when you truly wanted to— "...Don't tell me I'm not real, please." Malleus weakly whispered then, from the corner of your eye, you saw a figure appear from the side of the tree you sat next to. "Especially when I hope that you aren't a figment of my imagination, Child of Man." The nickname he used for you was like hearing a familiar melody. Sweet and nostalgic your eyes widened more and more by the second as you took him in. He was noticeably a little older than the last time you saw him; his hair was longer, and his horns had grown a little as well. They were decorated in bands and jewels it seemed, while his clothing...no longer was it the uniform of Night Raven college but clothing that seemed befitting of a king rather than a prince.

But his eyes looked just as kind-hearted as before, dreams or a reality that seemed so long ago.

Until now.

"How—How do I know you're real, t-that this isn't another dream?" You said as you slowly stood up, your hands clasped together over your chest while your legs unconsciously brought you closer and closer to Malleus. To which he gave you a silent answer by wiping away a tear from your cheek that you hadn't even noticed had fallen, to begin with, in your dreams, each touch was featherlike and similar to a ghost's. You knew you were supposed to feel something but couldn't, yet this touch had weight and warmth behind it. One that made you lean into his touch in a bid to search for more of it. "Malleus I—" I missed you. I love you. I shouldn't have left, I've dreamt of you for years since I left this world. You wanted to vomit out every little thing that had been on your mind since you left Twisted Wonderland, to make your feelings known and to try and make up for lost time, yet the only thing that had managed to leave your lips was a simple— "...I'm sorry."

"For leaving..." You quickly added on. "I should've told you that I was leaving, I shouldn't have...just left you like that."

Slowly, Malleus' hand left your cheek before it, along with his other hand, went to grab yours, holding them so tightly within his own that you had a mind to think he was trying to crush them.

But, even after so long, you were still confident he'd never do that to you.

"Don't apologize, especially when I know that being in a foreign land—a foreign world couldn't have been easy for you." He whispered. "But you came back."

You nodded, your heart pounding against your chest as you felt your mouth quickly dry. The moment was here, the moment you practically had been begging for since you had realized that you wanted that second chance to tell Malleus how you felt but now that it was here— "How have you been?" You hesitantly asked.

"I've graduated Night Raven." He stated the obvious with a light smile. "My time to become king dawns ever closer, I've...been nervous. Time appears to move faster with each blink, yet now? It's finally slowed."

You couldn't help the blush that steadily rose to your cheeks. "How have you been?" He asked.

"Good," You shrugged. Neither a lie nor totally the truth. But you worried you'd sound pathetic if you admitted that you missed him this whole time, that each dream you had, it would always feature him and you together. "I missed Twisted Wonderland, I still don't know how I got here." You said.

"Fate?" Malleus answered before he allowed himself a moment to think about his words. Then it was his turn for his cheeks to begin to tint pink, the sight making your heart flutter especially as his eyes looked away yet his hands still tightly held your own, as if he were afraid that you'd disappear again. But, the prince—or...well, soon-to-be king, regained his composure. "I missed you, our friendship and the time we shared together were some of the happiest memories I have the privilege to remember."

You giggled quietly. "I missed you as well." Slowly, the mood shifted into something...different.

Suddenly, you felt like you were in the past, back in Night Raven college where you had shared a moment with Malleus near a lake. The two of you talked for hours, laughing with one another before time seemed to freeze and the both of you were simply looking at one another with a softness that went beyond friendship, but...the moment was too peaceful, to interrupt it with talks of feelings and the likes when the mere presence of one another was more than enough.

This moment currently, the both of you reunited, was similar, and yet...you wanted to spill your heart out.

So, you gathered your courage and did just that. "I've regretted leaving this world so much," You started. "Especially when I never got a chance to tell you how I felt." You pushed past the way Malleus' eyes widened.

"Y/N—"

"I love you." You blurted out. "I did back in Night Raven college." You held Malleus' hands tighter as if you were silently pleading for him to continue listening to you say the words you've wanted to say for so long now. "T-The moment I left this world, I regretted it, I felt like I was going crazy. I dreamed of you, wishing and hoping on a star that I could rewind time and go back, even if it were for a second...even if you didn't like me back...I just wanted to see you again—" Suddenly, you were pulled close before a pair of lips met your own. And it was like fireworks went off inside of your chest, your mind nearly exploding from how fast your thoughts were rushing through your brain whilst your body nearly shook from the sheer force of your feelings.

Yet when Malleus slowly parted his lips from your own, greedily, you tried to chase after him before he laughed quietly. "Greedy," He teased you.

You gulped and quickly put distance between the two of you once more. "Malleus..."

"I've liked—loved you as well, even when you left...I could never bring to allow my heart to skip a beat for another like it had for you." He whispered. "In my dreams, I've walked with you, talked with you so many times that I feared I was losing my sanity...so many times, I begged you in my dreams to love me back, to say that you accepted my feelings but I'd awaken every single time before I could hear you." Malleus continued to pour out to you.

"My dreams have come true,"

"As have mine." With an elated smile, Malleus pressed another kiss to your lips, although quick, in that single split second, you felt every passion and eagerness that Malleus wanted to display to you. And as you pressed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, you couldn't help but smile.

Nothing could ruin the moment between you two, for both of your dreams had finally come true after so long...a love rekindled.

[itscoucouharry]

Rewritten Scars- Ch. 2

This took all day for me to finish and post 😭I’m still so unsure about it so let me know how yall feel. As always enjoy!!:)

My Masterlist

Chapter Two: Fractured Foundations

The elevator doors slid shut behind you, sealing off the opulence of Styles Enterprises. You clutched the strap of your bag so hard your knuckles ached, trying to steady the rush of emotions clawing their way to the surface. Pride, unease, and something darker—a smoldering anger that had lain dormant for years.

Harry fucking Styles. The name alone churned your stomach. You thought you’d buried the pain he caused, but seeing him again had cracked open the wounds you’d spent years stitching together.

The city streets were loud and chaotic as usual, but you barely registered the noise. Your thoughts were elsewhere, back in high school hallways that reeked of stale sweat and teenage cruelty.

“Move it, piggy.”

Harry’s voice had been loud, cutting through the chatter like a blade. You froze in the crowded hallway, clutching your books to your chest, wishing the floor would swallow you whole.

You turned to see him leaning against his locker, flanked by his group of equally smug friends. His piercing green eyes sparkled with amusement, the dimpled grin on his face belying the venom in his words.

“Did you hear me, Y/N?” he continued, louder this time. “Oh wait, maybe you couldn’t over all the wheezing. That gym class really kicked your ass, huh?”

Laughter erupted around you. Your face burned as you tried to push past them, but Harry stepped in your way, blocking your path with his lanky frame.

“Where are you going?” he asked, feigning concern. “You mad? Don’t cry now. We’re just having a laugh.”

The sting of humiliation was unbearable. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

“Fuck off, Harry,” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

“What was that?” he said, leaning closer. “Speak up, piggy.”

“Fuck. Off.” This time, your voice was louder, trembling with fury and embarrassment.

For a moment, his smirk faltered, replaced by something harder, meaner. But then it was back, even wider than before.

“Relax,” he said, stepping aside with a mock bow. “Don’t trip over your own feet on the way out.”

You shoved past him, the sound of their laughter following you down the hallway.

The memory hit you like a freight train, stopping you in your tracks on the sidewalk. Your breathing was shallow, your chest tight. It had been years, but the sting of his words and the weight of his ridicule felt as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

And now, that same boy—the one who made you feel like you were nothing—was sitting in a corner office, wearing a tailored suit and acting like he didn’t have blood on his hands.

Fuck him, you thought, your jaw clenching. Fuck him and the fancy office he rode in on.

The next day, an email arrived in your inbox.

Subject: Job Offer – Marketing Position

You stared at the screen, your chest tight. The offer was incredible—better than you’d dreamed. But the idea of working under him made your stomach churn. Still, you weren’t the same girl he used to tear down. You were stronger now, tougher. And if life had thrown him back in your path, maybe it was for a reason.

You hit “Reply” before you could second-guess yourself.

Subject: Acceptance of Job Offer

“Thank you for this opportunity. I accept the position and look forward to contributing to the success of Styles Enterprises.”

You leaned back in your chair, staring at the screen. This wasn’t just about a job anymore. This was about proving to yourself—and to him—that you weren’t that scared, humiliated teenager anymore.

Your first day at Styles Enterprises started smoothly enough. The HR team was efficient, your new colleagues seemed friendly, and the office itself was breathtaking. But no amount of modern architecture or designer furniture could distract you from the heavy knot of anticipation in your stomach.

By midday, the inevitable happened.

“Y/N,” a voice called behind you.

You turned to see Harry Styles standing a few feet away, his hands in his pockets and a guarded expression on his face. His green eyes flickered with something unreadable—nervousness, maybe.

“Mr. Styles,” you said flatly.

“Can I have a word?” he asked, gesturing toward a nearby conference room.

You hesitated but nodded. “Sure.”

The room was small, with glass walls that offered a partial view of the bustling office. Harry closed the door behind you, leaning against the table with his arms crossed.

“Look,” he began, his voice low. “I know we didn’t exactly… get along back in the day.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “That’s a fucking understatement.”

He winced at your words, his jaw tightening. “I was an asshole,” he admitted. “A complete dick. And I know an apology doesn’t erase what I did, but I am sorry, Y/N. I was a stupid kid, and I didn’t realize how much damage I was doing.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. Part of you wanted to accept the apology, to believe that people could change. But another part of you, the part still carrying the scars of his cruelty, wasn’t ready to let him off the hook.

“An apology doesn’t fix shit,” you said, your voice cold. “You don’t just get to say sorry and expect everything to be fine.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I don’t expect that. I just… I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable here. If you ever need anything—”

“I won’t,” you cut him off. “I’m here to work, Harry. Not to revisit the past.”

His shoulders sagged slightly, and for the first time, he looked genuinely ashamed. “Understood,” he said.

You nodded, turning to leave the room. But before you opened the door, you paused.

“For what it’s worth,” you said without looking back, “I’ve changed too. I’m not the girl you used to push around.”

“I know,” he said softly. “I can see that.”

You didn’t respond, walking out of the room with your head held high. You’d faced him once again, and this time, you were the one in control.

But as you sat back at your desk, your heart still pounding, one thought lingered in the back of your mind: This is far from over.

[vegan-peppermint]

Books

Pairing: Eyeless Jack x reader

Genre: Angst and fluff, build up to something smutty(?)

TW: stalking, kidnapping

It started as a "dating EJ would include" for @scary-noodlesblog , but got really into the backstory 😭 promise I'll write that too soon.

(I'll most likely write a part 2 with the steamy part)

You left your hometown and moved to the city to pursue your degree. The campus was breathtaking, the people welcoming, and your major captivated you.

But two months into the school year, things started to take a strange turn. Students began vanishing.

At first, it was rare—one or two a month—but then the disappearances grew more frequent, occurring every other week. Through it all, you and your roommate stayed close, sticking together.

Right before finals week, your roommate disappeared from her bed—the one right across from yours. You were left alone in your dorm.

Soon, your belongings started vanishing—books, pens, even your panties. At first, this was unsettling, but it quickly became irritating. As a broke college student, replacing stolen items was a burden you couldn’t afford.

After buying an expensive set of books, you left a sticky note on your desk:

"I PAID $800 FOR THIS, PLEASE LEAVE IT HERE."

You found it amusing at the time and didn’t think much of it. The next day, only the sticky note was gone so it must've worked.

On summerbreak you had decided to stay on campus, getting a job on site to save some money. Hours were okay, quite flexible and it was keeping you busy.

Came home after a paticular hard shift to another note on your bathroom mirror:

"You look cute in that uniform."

That should've make you more scared than you were.

Maybe you were crazy, or maybe all the strange events over the past year had simply desensitized you to danger. The messages, written in the same ugly handwriting, appeared like clockwork every week throughout the summer. You never responded.

"Have a great day today, sweetheart!"

"Drank my coffee with you today <3"

"That guy was such a jerk, it won't happen again."

Then, without waiting for the usual seven-day gap, your stalker "double texted" the very next day. A single note appeared, written in bold red letters and stuck to the top-right corner of your bathroom mirror:

"Done"

Something about its simplicity—or the way it was written—made you want to respond, but you didn’t. After that, the notes stopped for the rest of the summer.

The night before your first day, you felt it: the window opening. A cold breeze brushed your skin as someone quietly slipped inside. You knew it was him. Somehow, you just knew. And what scared you most was that part of you which didn’t mind.

You had missed the notes. Missed the comments. Missed him.

You waited, heart racing, for the bathroom door to creak open, for him to leave another note.

But he didn’t. No sound followed, save for the soft thud of boots landing on the floor.

Then it hit you—he wasn’t moving away from the window. He was still there. Looming. He had to be standing next to your bed. There was no other place he could’ve gone.

Heart pounding, you shifted slightly, rolling from your side to your back, pretending to sleep. You have to open your eyes, you told yourself.

Fear gripped you, but you knew there was no other choice. Gathering every last drop of courage you gritted your teeth and opened your eyes.

But just the dark ceiling hang upon you.

You exhaled softly, tension slipping away.

Just another neither-asleep-nor-awake dream, you chuckled to yourself as you got up to drink some water from the bottle on the nightstand.

As you gulped down the last drop and lowered the plastic bottle you couldn't help but wonder what the fuck you were going to do about that creepy blue silhouette lurking in the corner.

Living with Jack was—well, it was something, alright. He had this strange pattern, awake at night and asleep during the day. He refused to let you out of his arms when he slept, so eventually, you adapted, changing your own sleep schedule to match his. He’d cover the windows with blinds, making sure you could rest in comfort. He'd bring you rice cakes and chocolate, sometimes even fruit juice or fast food if you were lucky. You never dared complain—at least he was feeding you.

But after months of being confined to the same 100 square meters, you snapped. You couldn't take it anymore. The frustration and isolation boiled over, and you found yourself screaming at him, throwing everything you could get your hands on at the man who had kept you locked away for so long.

"I hate you! I hate you and I hate this room and this house and those stupid dry, cardboard chips!" You yelled, your voice breaking as you desperately searched for something else to throw. "Why on earth would you give me rice cakes?!"

He didn’t retaliate, just moved out of the way, letting the plates and the book fly past him. You expected him to be angry, hit you back or hurt you, but instead, he stayed calm. As the tears streamed down your face and sobs wracked your body, he just turned and left, locking the door behind him without a word.

Being left alone, you went on work on everything in reach—throwing the cupboards to the floor, smashing glass objects back to their original sand form, ripping open pillows letting the feathers fly in the air. You needed to make a mess of his lair, to leave it all in pieces. Maybe, just maybe, he’d take pity and finally kill you. But he did not came back that night—or the day after.

As the sun settled on the second day alone, you decided to pick things up. Cleaning the shards of glass, putting the blanket back on the bed and the spoons back in the drawers.

You were on your knees, picking up a book (which was meant for his stupid head) from under the couch. It was a poetry book, one from your childhood.

It brought you both comfort and disappointment, but you started reading anyways. Your mind was foggy with worry and fear causing you to re read the same line over and over again.

You inhaled deeply, grounding yourself as you started saying the words out loud.

You must've read through ten or more poems before realizing you were not alone anymore.

He kept his distance, like a stray dog lingering at the edge of your reach, his lowered head pleading for permission to come closer. Both of you knew, it wasn't him who needed to be afraid.

Your eyes jumped from his mask, to the bags he carried in his arms then back to the black, hollow holes.

"I haven't been human in a long time," he broke the silence. "Forgot what it's like to have wants, or desires, or what food tastes like- hell, the meaning of the word 'taste' is completly lost on me."

Are those fucking Lidl bags?

"I apologize, but I'm not going to let you go. I cannot bring myself to do that. But I brought you food, real food this time. And crayons and paper- I'll get you more books too! Just, please-", his words got stuck as you jumped up and hugged him, bags falling to the ground.

His body tensed awkwardly, not used to anyone else touching him. Sure, he had hugged you plenty of times before- his hands wandered all over your body too- but you never reciprocated anything before.

"Leave me like this ever again and I'll burn this place down to the ground, you hear me?"

As time went on, you and Jack grew to understand each other better. He built a garden for you both, where you planted flowers together—he had a particular fondness for the scent of lilies. You convinced him into eating  meals together. You were doing your best to block out the human oddities on his plate and focus on the homemade dishes you prepared. He often brought you gifts—an abundance of them. Flowers, clothes, and countless games, each one a token of his affection.

His favorite gift for you, though, was always a book.

You’d sit between his legs on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist, his head resting gently on your shoulder as you read aloud to him.

Children’s tales, thrillers, non-fiction—whatever he found during his hunts, anything his hands could grab.

You came to understand Jack’s “sight” as shadows on a colorless backdrop. He could make out shapes and light, detect movement in an instant, but the fine details—like letters—were too small for him to decipher. This often led to him bringing you books with odd or questionable titles. Tonight wasn’t any different  though it was a first—he had never brought you a smutty book before .

[earthtoharlow]

The only concept I can think of right now is Jack surprising maryse with dedicating “can’t helping falling in love with you” to her 👜😭 She usually loves to watch him practice and do sound checks but he didn’t let her this time because he wanted to surprise her. Marsye would want to joke and call him mushy but I feel like even she couldn’t help but to love it.

Flashing Lights Concepts

The night of the annual No Place Like Home show in Kentucky was finally here, and it was nothing short of magical. This year’s event was unlike any before—a black-tie gala in collaboration with the Louisville Orchestra. The venue was filled with fans and dressed to the nines, buzzing with anticipation for Jack's performance.

Maryse sat in the audience, her excitement barely contained. She had been dying to watch him rehearse, but he’d been unusually secretive this time, insisting she stay away from the soundchecks. “You’re just going to have to trust me,” he’d teased with a sly grin, kissing her forehead.

As the lights dimmed, the orchestra’s strings swelled, and Jack took the stage in a sleek black tuxedo. His energy filled the room as he performed hit after hit, his verses blending with the strings. Maryse couldn’t take her eyes off him, her heart swelling with pride as the crowd sang along to every word.

Near the end of the show, the stage lights softened, and Jack stepped forward, his voice quieting the room. “This show means a lot to me every year,” he began, his Kentucky accent thick as he spoke into the mic. “It’s about home, family, and love. And tonight, I want to dedicate this next one to someone who makes every day feel like home.”

Maryse’s breath caught in her throat as he glanced in her direction, his gaze softening. “Baby,” he said, his voice thick with emotion, “this one’s for you.”

The orchestra began to play the soft, iconic opening notes of Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley, and the crowd erupted in applause. Jack’s voice was tender as he sang the timeless song, his raw emotion filling every note. Maryse’s eyes glistened with tears, her hand covering her mouth as she listened. She had no idea he’d been rehearsing this, and the thought of him stepping outside his comfort zone for her made her heart ache in the best way.

The orchestra’s strings swirled around his voice, creating a breathtaking moment as the crowd sang along. The audience swayed, their phones lighting up the room like stars.

When the final notes faded, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but Jack only had eyes for Maryse. “I love you,” he mouthed, his smile soft and full of meaning.

Maryse wiped at her tears, her cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. She knew she’d remember this moment forever.

As soon as Maryse made her way backstage, she spotted Jack standing near the dressing room, laughing with a few members of the orchestra. He still had his tux jacket on, but his tie was loosened, and his face lit up when he saw her approaching.

Without hesitation, she closed the distance between them and threw her arms around his neck. “You are so lucky I didn’t jump on that stage,” she teased, her voice thick with emotion.

Before he could respond, she started planting kisses all over his face—his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. He laughed, trying to dodge her affection but clearly loving every second of it. “You’re getting lipstick all over me,” he murmured between kisses, grinning like a fool.

“And I don’t care,” she replied breathlessly, pulling back to admire her work. His face was now dotted with red marks, and she giggled, running her fingers over his jaw. “You were so mushy tonight. So mushy. I didn’t know you had it in you!”

He shrugged, still holding her close. “Guess you bring it out of me,” he said with a smirk, but there was a softness in his eyes that made her heart flutter.

“Well,” she said, her voice dropping to a more serious tone, “I loved it. I loved you. That cover? It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the few tears that had escaped during the show. “Nah,” he said quietly, “you’re the perfect one. I just had to make sure everyone knew it.”

Maryse kissed him again, slower this time, letting the cheers and commotion of the night fade into the background. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” he replied, his voice low and sure, pulling her back into his arms.

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this was longer than expected but I love themmmmn

[zyonicorn]

Waves of Blues

warning: smut, fluff, minors DO NOT interact

Summery: you(younger) are jihyo’s gf, she is always busy with her schedule but today, you got to go to her studio and visit her, or maybe do something else..?

Tags: Mommy kink (only a little), actually i wanted to write more conversation, and obviously failed 😍🙏, pussy licking/ eating, dirty talk (little), kissing, knees on pussy, workplace(is it)

This is my first time writing! Also new to Tumblr, AND English is not my first language too so please don’t judge :) Feel free to leave advices! I was really hoping for someone to write something based on this outfit of jihyo, but turns out no one really did so far so i decided to try and write one myself 😀 enjoy! <3 (like for part 2) (jk im just tired :D someone pls write a better version about this pic 😭🙏)

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It’s a normal Sunday morning, you woke up from your bed after the sunlight shone into your eyes. You reached your hand to the other side of the bedsheet, it’s cold. You didn’t expect it to be warm tho, as your partner, Jihyo, always leave early for work before you wakes up. 

You stood up from your bed and rubbed your eyes, after stroking your messy hair with your hand, you walked towards the dining table. You looked for a piece of note that she always put before leaving. It’s usually “Enjoy your breakfast”, “I cooked your favorite toast today!”, but this time, it’s different.

“Baby, I need a dress for shooting today, so i borrowed your sequin dress! Got a special permission for you come to my studio today, see you at 11 ! <3” Her studio?? You thought. You’ve only been there once or twice, to give her the lunchbox she left at home. You were really excited to see your girlfriend, as you rarely interact with her now. She always leaves early and comes back late.

You put the note into the metal box full of yellow sheets, “two more hours” you whispered to yourself, then head off to tidy up and enjoy the breakfast your girlfriend made for you. 

You arrived the studio ten minutes earlier, it wasn’t her lunch break yet so she’s still shooting. “Are you Jihyo’s partner?” a young girl staff opened the door and asked politely. You nodded nervously as you can’t wait to see jihyo in your dress. “Come on in! She has been talking about you for the wholeeeee morning already.” the staff smiled. You took off your shoes and stepped in, the inside was not too big, but enough for the director’s voice to echo. Jihyo was so serious, and so so so gorgeous. 

She looked breathtaking in your sparkly dress, with long wavy blue hair and purple/blue-ish stockings. She was lying on a round bed with a few pillows placed tidily, a blue fleece blanket covering the bed. She fixed her posture while trying her best not to make too many wrinkles on the sheet. 

She didn’t notice you until the director looked at the door and saw you. “There goes your girlfriend. Let’s continue after a 10 minutes break.” He said and went out probably for washroom. “BABY!!! You’re here already? Seems like you’re excited to see me,” she teased you with a smug smile. She looked like a totally different person compared to when shes shooting. She pushed her supple hair to her back, it flowed perfectly like a wave of blue stream. 

“You look… amazing.” You couldn’t resist but breathed out the last word as she held one of your hand with both of hers, swinging it left and right, pretending to be cute and get all your attention. It worked, a lot. She led you to the seat behind the camera, it was a little dark there compared to the scene set for photo shoots, but your girlfriend’s shining eyes brightened up the whole place. Her smile didn’t stop since you came in, it pushed the corner of her eyes up cutely, showing some lovely wrinkles next to her big eyes.

“Yes.. Gorgeous! Hand above the head.. yes.. maybe hold the product a little higher.. yes that’s perfect!” the director said while clicking the camera continuously. Your girlfriend changed the posture just like how the director said. But she just couldn’t stop staring at you time to time. Her cleavage looming as the angle of her body changed. You couldn’t help but stare at her big tight chest  limited by the size of the dress. Jihyo noticed that and seemed to be pushing her boobs together intentionally, turning her upper body to your side so you can have a better view of her breasts.

You were savoring her sexiness until you felt the director was also scanning your partner’s body. You frowned at Jihyo to make her stop. No one can look at her like that except for you, you thought. She pouted a little bit and immediately returned to her working serious mode.

You didn’t notice your underwear was wet at the center until you sat up straight, as your girlfriend finished her shooting for the morning and walked towards you. “You can stay here to have your lunchbox, the makeup artist will arrive two hours later so you’ll have a long break today. Enjoy your lunch!” the director said before closing the door and leave for lunch. 

You touched your girlfriend’s thigh as she sat next to you. “So you start to be touchy after everyone leaves? That’s cute.” She said as she gave your lip a light kiss. You blushed from her teasing and moist lips. She put the lunchbox on the small table in front of both of you, but she didn’t open it or take out the utensils. “Honey.. I would like to have something else before I start having my lunch.” she said as she stared at you, with a slight grin that pushed her cheeks up. “What is it? An appetizer?” You said as you clearly did not get her signal. “Yes… Miss Appetizer.” She said as she closed up to your face, palms cupping your jaws to pull you into the kiss. 

You struggle a bit as you get what she meant, said into her mouth, “wait… what if someone comes in?” “As long as you behave well for mommy, I’ll finish it quick. Just let me enjoy you after so long…” she said as her lips moved from your mouth to your neck and collarbone. She planted kisses as you dropped your head to the back, enjoying her breath on your skin as well as her hard grip on your waist. You moaned softly as she started smelling your clothed chest, brushing the erected nipples with her lips. She quickly pulled your shirt above your head, throwing it onto the ground carelessly. She usually just throw it to her back, but this time she put it under the table just to make sure you can find it back after a few rounds. 

You wore a sports bra under the shirt, she put her hand under the bra and flicked your nipples as she licked her lips, like shes looking at some gourmet food. You hissed from her touch on your sensitive skin, biting on your lower lips to make sure no one outside the studio can hear you. She pulled you away from the chair back that over half of your thigh left the surface. Jihyo on the other chair pressed her knee against your wet undies, the soaked cloth wrapped your cunt as you felt your own slick. “You like it, baby.” she said as she increased the pressure of her knees, pinching your nipples harder and kissed your neck. 

You couldn’t control yourself anymore and finally, grabbed on her hair so her lips separated from your skin. Your lips were squeezed against hers and your tongue invaded her wet mouth. She gasped a little by your sudden action, and started smiling while enjoying your ambition. Your tongue swirled on hers, you can taste your shared breath, hearts beating faster as you kissed her like you are collecting all of her saliva.

“Let’s go to the bed” she said as she broke the kiss. You were a little disappointed but quickly lightened up again cuz of the great idea. “But what if we dirty the sheets?” that was one of your top concern, leaving marks that others will find out what you’ve done. She grabbed her long gray towel that was used to cover herself when she’s having a break. “This will do,” she let out a tender smile and led you to the bed while holding on one of your hands.

As the two of you got close to the bed, you pushed her to the soft cotton and quickly put the blanket underneath her crotch. She let out a evil yet proud smile, thinking to herself that her ‘training’ on you since you two lived together was successful. Her hands next to her lips, ready for another kiss. You straddled above her, and pressed your lips on hers again as a continuation of the previous one, this time it’s very clear that you would like to fuck her. She wrapped her arms around your neck, as this time, it’s your turn to push your knees onto her pussy. She let out a sensitive moan into your mouth as you felt the wetness under the thin cloth. You separated from her embrace and lowered yourself to her pussy. The wetness made the cloth stuck onto her skin, shaping the flesh perfectly as you traced the outline of it with your index finger.

She bit on her finger and moaned as you pressed harder and harder on her aching clit. Both of you have been waiting for this moment for so long. You kissed her inner thighs with sloppy kisses, pulling her undies down her knees. A string of slick connected to the cloth and as it finally cut off, you licked her clit with the tip of your tongue. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand to decrease her volume.

“Ah… baby please..” “Please what?” You asked her just like how she usually asks you on bed. “Please.. eat me out..” Her voice shaky since you already kissed on her clit before she even finished the question. Her glistening pussy makes you want to taste her right away. You could smell her scent and taste her sweetness once you covered her slick with your tongue. 

You circled and flicked her clit skillfully with your mouth, making her moan out loud that her voice echoed in the whole studio. She was not embarrassed at all since pressure overtook her. It’s totally different from touching herself, your breath is making things a million times better. You deep your tongue inside her folds, exploring her hole and tried to look for her gspot. She didn’t expect you to be so impatient, but as you hit her spot, her mouth fell open and she couldn’t stop whining. “There… that’s the place.. faster sweetheart… good job..” she kept praising you, making you so turned on. You started to bob your head, entering and exiting her continuously. As your noes kept hitting her clit, and your mouth sucking her vagina hard, she felt like reaching her climax already. “Honey, I- I’m cumming!!” she yelled as she squeezed your head between her legs like she’s about to crash you.

Her juice splashed onto your face, dripping down your chin. She panted, but sat up and started licking up from your chin to your mouth, eventually dropping her tongue back to your mouth again, mixing both of your saliva with her thick juice. 

[multi-fandom-things730]

Misguided Messages

Summary: Y/N’s ex can’t handle the fact that she moved on from him and she’s happy with Hook. But when he starts doing more than sending them glares backstage, Hook makes it known that you don’t ever threaten his girl.

Warnings: creepy ex, cussing, violence, blood, threats, fights, protective!Hook, angst?, fluff, simp!Hook, teensy tiny bit of spice if you squint

𝘼/𝙉: AAAAHHHHH, I’m doing it! I’m finally posting an imagine🥳😭 I hope you guys love it! It’s definitely not perfect, and I’ve got a lot to learn, but I tried my bestest! And of course I have to give SO MUCH THANKS to @99hook!!🧡 I would never have posted this if it wasn’t for her love and support!!!! Thank you so much bestie for motivating me and I hope you love it bestie!!!🥰🧡🖤

Having an ex work at the same company as you shouldn't be that big of a deal.

You'd think everyone should be able to behave professionally and go about their day to day lives normally.

But no; because Y/N's ex didn't know the meaning of the word normal.

He was a low card wrestler at AEW; barely even on tv. He was only shown when the better wrestlers needed an easy win.

She had dated him a long time ago, back when she was in college and he was still in the indies.

But now she had risen the ranks in AEW backstage, and was a fan favorite backstage interviewer and occasionally she even got to dabble in storylines.

It was right around when he first joined Team Taz that Hook met Y/N.

There was an instant attraction between the two, and she even pulled his first words out of him in a backstage interview.

Everyone could see the chemistry between them; even the fans picked up on it.

The fans really started to ship them after a particular incident.

"So Ricky, Hook, how is Team Taz feeling about the upcoming-" Her question is cut short when Darby Allin and Sting come from out of nowhere and attack the two. 

Y/N let's out a pained yell as she gets pushed over in the chaos and twists her ankle.

Her eyes widen however when Hook punches Sting extremely hard in the gut, before running over to kneel beside her.

He scoops her up into his arms and backs away from the fight. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok" she replies. "You should go help Ricky, I'm alright"

Hook just shakes his head no, casting one more glance over to Ricky. He and Ricky exchange nods, and he knows Ricky's got it handled.

So he turns and walks down the hall towards the medical room. "I saw you land on your ankle; how bad does it hurt?"

"Not that bad" Y/N answers. "I think my heels just made it hurt worse"

Hook nods, and it's then that he notices the camera man following them.

He scowls, and adjusts Y/N so he's holding her with one arm before shoving the camera to the ground. "Get that shit out of her face!"

After that, fans were itching to see them get together. And even though neither one were willing to admit it, they were too.

But it wasn't until Hook's in ring debut that it finally happened.

"Hey Hook!" Y/N runs over to him with an excited smile. "Are you excited to debut?!"

"Damn.." Hook can't help but audibly groan at the sight of her.

She was always a sight to behold, but tonight she looked even more breathtaking than usual. She had on a cropped corset top with a see through bodice that had floral lace patterns etched onto it, high waisted leather short-shorts, knee high black boots that had orange rhinestones bedazzling the heel, her natural hair down, and very light makeup; the only pop of color was bright orange highlighting the inner corner of her eye.

"Y-Yeah" Hook stutters out an answer to her question.

"You're gonna do absolutely amazing!" Y/N encourages.

He smiles, bashful at her praise. "Thanks Y/N"

"Tyler!" The two look up when Hook's name is called.

Taz, who was walking over to check on his son, can't help but smirk and chuckle at the pink color on Hook's cheeks. That was definitely not something you see everyday.

"How are you feeling about your first match son?" Taz asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm all good dad" he replies.

"And Y/N, it's always lovely to see you honey" Taz greets. "And you're representing the FTW colors, I love it"

"Thanks Taz" Y/N grins. "I thought it was appropriate given Hook's debut"

"Absolutely!" Taz agrees with a grin. "You know, it's a shame to put that outfit to waste"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asks.

"Well, Ricky and Hobbs aren't able to go out with Hook tonight. So, if you're both cool with it, you could go out with him. Maybe stand ringside" Taz offers.

Hook's eyes widen as he shoots his dad a warning look. His dad was always trying to meddle with him and Y/N-

"I'd love to!"

His eyes widen even more as his head snaps back down to look at Y/N. "R-Really?"

"Yeah! If you'd like me too, of course" Y/N replies.

"Yes! I'd be happy for you to" Hook scrambles to get the words out fast enough before doing his best to recollect himself and return his face to its usual stoicalness.

Taz let's out a laugh, before patting Hook's shoulder. "Well I best be going, commercial's almost over and I gotta get back to commentary. You're up next son, and you're gonna do great. See you two later"

They both say goodbye before Hook turns to Y/N. "Sorry he just volunteered you to do that. You really don't have to if you don't want to"

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks. "Of course I want to"

Before Hook can respond his music hits.

"Well go on!" Y/N encourages. "I'll be right behind you"

He smiles back at her, and takes a deep breath before daring to peck her on the cheek really quickly before walking out.

Y/N falters for a second, and blushes wildly while her fingers brush over where he kissed her.

Then she snaps out of it and follows him out.

Y/N grins proudly at the pop he gets from the audience, and claps along with them as she trails behind him down the ramp.

He circles the ring as Y/N stops in his corner.

Hook climbs in and walks over to his corner, paying Fuego Del Sol no mind as he leans against the turnbuckle.

Y/N smirks mischievously before climbing up to the apron and looking right in Hook's eyes.

He has to stop himself from reacting to the close proximity of their faces as she leans against the opposite side of the turnbuckle.

"I know you're gonna do amazing" she smiles softly, running her hand over his jaw.

He has to fight as hard as possible to stop a smile from overtaking his face.

Her thumb trails over his bottom lip as he stares at her adoringly.

And when the ref walks over to tap Hook on the shoulder so he'll turn around, she pecks him right on the lips before hopping off the apron and down to ringside.

His eyes widen, and his eyes trail after her.

She smirks at him, and points towards Fuego to indicate he should turn around.

He sends her a smirk back before turning to focus on his match.

He officially asked her to be his girl as soon as they got backstage, and she was so excited to say yes. After that Y/N and Hook were always together.

She always accompanied him to the ring, and Hook would be lying if he said he didn't love getting to show her off.

Y/N in turn, loved to be shown off by him. The way he was so proud to be her boyfriend made her heart melt.

Y/N was also not afraid to get in someone's face if they were messing with Hook.

At Hook's third match, when QT Marshall grabbed his ankle, Y/N was quick to intervene.

"Hey! Bastard!" Y/N storms around the ring to plant herself face to face with QT Marshall.

Was he much bigger than her, and a trained wrestler? Yes. But did he intimidate her? Not at all.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Ricky exclaims from commentary. "Pissed off woman headed your way QT! Better watch out!"

Taz laughs. "Ain't no saving him now!"

"Keep your pathetic hands to your damn self!" She screams. "You're just pissed because Hook has already surpassed you and this is only his third professional match! You're so desperate to prove that you can train someone better than him; and you're too stupid to realize that's never gonna happen! Because Hook has more natural talent in his pinky finger than you have in your whole body!"

Hook can't help but peer over at his girl, a cocky smirk resting on his face as he watches her defend him.

"You listen here-" QT points his finger in Y/N's face.

But he's cut off by the bell ringing, signaling the end of the match.

Neither of them had realized that Hook locked Solo in a redrum.

Y/N let's out a cheer as she hops up onto the apron, but before she fully steps into the ring QT beats her to it.

Hook lightly pushes her back, signaling for her not to get in as he steps up to QT.

Hook turns away from QT after a moment, sick of the man yelling in his face, and that’s when QT grabs Hook's arm and yanks Hook around to face him.

The look on Hook's face is dangerous, and QT quickly raises his hands in surrender.

But it was way too late, and Y/N lets out a laugh when Hook hits him with an overhead throw and plants him onto the mat.

Hook turns back to her, and jumps out of the ring. He stops and holds his hand out to help her down.

She smiles at him as the two walk up the ramp, with Hook placing his hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her into his side.

"You screaming at him was so fucking sexy" he breathes into her ear.

Y/N looks up at him, and he smirks at the blush on her face.

But QT Marshall just never knew when to quit.

The match between Serpentico and Hook was extremely quick.

Serpentico didn't even have an opportunity to take his kimono off before he tapped.

Taz, Ricky, and Y/N were all laughing and cheering for Hook's win as he kept Serpentico locked in the redrum after the bell.

But Y/N's smile morphs into a glare when QT Marshall comes strolling out. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, this is the exact crap I'm talking about! Hey! This is what I'm talking about! You idiots don't realize what he's doing!"

Hook lets Serpentico go to turn and face QT with an annoyed look.

"Hitting the guy before the bell, keeping the choke on too long. His dad's laughing about it, his girlfriend's cheering him on" QT complains.

Y/N quirks an amused eyebrow at him, and nods her head.

Taz laughs again from his seat at the commentary table. "Yeah I am"

Hook just rolls his eyes and waits for Y/N to join him at his side before walking up the ramp.

"He's a delinquent!" QT exclaims.

Y/N intertwines her fingers with his as they walk by QT without acknowledging him.

But Y/N let's out a surprised yelp when QT grabs her arm and turns her to face him.

Hook feels her be yanked back, and whips around with a furious glare.

He pushes Y/N behind him, before getting chest to chest with QT.

QT continues to scream, but Hook doesn't really hear any of it. All he knows is that QT touched his girl.

Hook grabs QT and T-Bones him as hard as he can.

Hook stands up, and walks over to Y/N. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah, I'm good Ty" she answers with a smile.

Hook takes her hand again, and steps over QT's body.

He then turns around to place his hands on Y/N's waist and pick her up to place her on the other side of QT so she doesn't have to step over him.

Taz is still laughing at commentary as the two walk backstage. "You never put your hands on Hook's girl! And if you do, he's gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

"They're like AEW's Bonnie and Clyde!" Excalibur says with a laugh.

Y/N also started learning to commentate around that time, and Taz was happy to be her mentor.

Y/N was sitting at the commentary table next to Taz. She was quiet for the time being, because QT Marshall was out there with one of his students and Y/N refused to acknowledge him.

But then something catches her attention, and she turns to look at QT with a raised eyebrow. "Ladies and gentlemen, the recipient of the first ever QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment: Hook!"

She crosses her arms as she stares QT down, suspicious of his intentions.

But she can't help a smile growing on her face when Hook's music hits, and he comes walking out.

He glances over at her before making his way down the ramp.

"What?!" Chris Jericho exclaims surprisedly.

"The cold-hearted handsome devil: Hook" Excalibur says.

"Here he comes!" Jericho exclaims excitedly.

"We're not quite sure what the hell this is about with QT and the certificate of accomplishment" Taz says.

"Hook looks annoyed that somebody woke him up to send him out here" Jericho laughs, making Y/N laugh as well. "He probably is"

"QT likes to take a lot of credit for training Hook" Y/N rolls her eyes.

Y/N goes to stand up, but Taz grabs her arm and lightly pulls her back down. "Don't go smacking the guy up just yet Y/N" he says with a chuckle.

Y/N recrosses her arms as she keeps her eyes fixed on the ring.

"This is such a special night" QT starts. "I mean normally a mentor-" he stops when the crowd starts chanting for Hook. "Yeah, give it to him guys. He deserves it. Normally a mentor would get jealous when his protege surpasses him, but not me, I'm not a selfish kind of guy-"

Y/N laughs when the audience boos at that.

"I'm not!" QT insists. "So I’m just gonna get right to it.  Hook, congratulations. This is something you're gonna be able to tell your grandkids about. You are the recipient of the inaugural, first ever, QT Marshall certificate of accomplishment"

QT takes the plaque from Aaron Solo as he shoots off a confetti gun.

Y/N can't help but giggle at the unimpressed look on Hook's face as confetti falls around him.

"What the hell is going on?" Taz groans.

But then Hook slams Solo's head into the certificate, making Y/N and Taz burst into laughter as Hook makes his way back up the ramp.

But Y/N's smile drops when Danhausen comes creeping out from backstage.

She immediately stands up and storms over when Danhausen tries to curse Hook.

Hook is completely unfazed, and moves to step around Danhausen.

But Y/N snatches the back of Danhausen's shirt and pulls him around to face her before slapping him right in the face.

Everyone at the commentary table cringes at the sound.

"Y/N just slapped the taste out of Danhausen's mouth!" Jericho laughs hysterically at the shocked look on Danhausen's face.

"I think the curse backfired on Danhausen!" Excalibur exclaims.

"You don't mess with Y/N's man you guys" Taz laughs.

Hook wraps his arm around Y/N's waist and pulls her backstage as she glares at Danhausen.

"Calm down mamas" he breathes into her ear.

Hook smirks as she falters, and he admires the blush lighting up her face. "You like that nickname mamas?"

Y/N nods, burying her face in his chest as she hugs around his torso.

He laughs softly and presses a kiss on top of her head. "The last time you reacted like that was when I called you babygirl"

He just laughs again when she has a similar reaction, before swatting his chest. "Stop teasing me!"

"I'm sorry babygirl" he says in a low tone. He lets his hands trail down her body to rest on her hips. "I didn't mean to tease you. I just love those cute little reactions.. my cute girl"

Y/N smiles up at him, and gets on her tip toes to press a kiss to his nose.

Hook's face flushes red, and it's Y/N's turn to smirk. "It's ok, because I love your cute little reactions too honey"

Hook squeezes her hips, and leans down to bury his head in the crook of her neck. That nickname always made him bashful and blush.

Y/N giggles and runs her fingers through his hair.

Even after Hook accepted Danhausen as a tag partner, Y/N was a little unsure of him.

She didn't like how he wanted to fight Hook at first, and Y/N was a little protective of Hook.

But he did grow on her eventually, and she was so excited when the two worked together to beat Tony Nese and Mark Sterling.

But it was around this time that Y/N's ex was suddenly unable to keep his stupid fucking mouth shut.

"Hello Miss Y/N" she hears from behind her, and turns to face Danhausen with a smile.

"Hello Danhausen" she greets back. "How are you today?"

"Very well, very well indeed. I just came over to see-"

"Y/N" Danhausen is cut off by a man he doesn't recognize stepping out in front of them.

Y/N rolls her eyes, but Danhausen notices the way she takes a step closer to him. "What do you want Matthew?"

"I just wanted to talk to you without your little boy toy behind you" Matthew scowls.

"Uh, hello. Danhausen here" Danhausen waves. "She has a very evil friend instead"

"Like I'm scared of you" Matthew laughs.

"Like you have any room to talk" Y/N retorts. "At least Danhausen gets matches. When was the last time you wrestled? I don't even know, but I'm sure it was a throw away match to get someone else over"

Y/N smirks at the look on Matthew's face, knowing what she said was true.

"Just leave me the fuck alone Matthew" Y/N demands. "You know I have a boyfriend. And he is a hundred times the man you could ever dream of being, and makes me a million times happier than you ever did"

With that she grabs Danhausen's arm and pulls him down the hall with her.

"I'm not gonna give up that easily! Mark my words, you'll be hearing from me!" Matthew yells.

Danhausen turns to curse him, but Y/N just yanks him down the hallway. "He's not even worth it"

"Who was that despicable person?" Danhausen asks.

"He's just an ex" Y/N answers. "He just has a hard time accepting that I broke up with him. He hadn't bothered me in a while though.. I thought he was finally gonna leave me alone"

"We should tell Hook" Danhausen says.

"No! Please don't!” Y/N immediately replies. "Tyler will loose his damn mind, and he needs to be focused on his match tonight. The last thing I want is for him to get suspended or something because he attacked Matthew. Which we both know is what he'll do"

Danhausen is silent for a few moments, before huffing. "Fine, Danhausen will not tell for now. But if he bothers you any more we must"

It didn't take very long for him to do just that.

But this time he made the mistake of doing it when Hook was around.

Y/N giggles at a joke Danhausen tells her as the two sit in catering.

It was late; the last match had wrapped up a while ago, so they were the only ones there.

They had decided to hang out at the venue a little later than usual, and Hook was now taking a shower really quick before the three headed out.

"Hey Y/N"

"Ew!" Danhausen screams. "It is creepy rat man!"

Y/N can't help but burst out in laughter at Matthew's expense.

"I want to talk to you" Matthew says, attempting to be assertive in his tone.

But Y/N had changed a lot from the meek girl she was when she was with him. That tone may have worked on her once, but never again.

And she knew that infuriated him when she looked over at him with a bored expression. "I don't wanna talk to you though. So too bad"

"You really think you're all that now because you're Hook's latest piece of ass, huh? He doesn't give a damn about you, but you're too fucking stupid to realize that. He'll never treat you the way I did-"

"The way you did?!" Y/N exclaims, jumping up from her seat to glare daggers at him. "You're right. Tyler would never treat me the way you did. He would never treat me like I'm worth nothing more than a fuck. You expected to be able to treat me like shit, and then still have me waiting for your beck and call. Well newsflash Matthew; you may have destroyed me back then, but I healed myself. And Tyler has shown me what it's like to be loved. He's shown me what being with a real man is like"

"Hey bitch!" Everyone's head snap over to the hallway, where Hook is storming over with a look in his eyes that Y/N had never seen.

Hook snatches Matthew up by the collar with a dangerous look on his face before landing a vicious punch right on his jaw.

"Tyler!" Y/N exclaims as Danhausen immediately tries to pull him off of Matthew. 

Y/N grabs his arm and pulls him towards her.

Hook let's her do so, but he doesn't stop glaring at Matthew. "You mess with my girl again and I'll knock your fucking teeth in"

And after that Hook lets Y/N drag him down the hallway.

Neither one of them say a word until they get to Hook's dressing room.

Hook wordlessly sits down on the couch, and furrows his eyebrows when Y/N lingers by the door and doesn't sit down next to him.

He holds his hand out, signaling for her to come over to him, but she doesn't.

"Get your cute little ass over here" Hook says with a little pout.

Y/N breaks out into a smile at that, and does as told.

When she gets close enough he grabs her hips and pulls her down to sit on his lap facing him.

Y/N wraps her arms around his torso and buries her head against the side of his neck. "I'm sorry"

"For what?" Hook asks, leaning back a little in an attempt to look at her. But she holds on tighter and doesn't let him. "For all that with Matthew"

"It wasn't your fault" Hook replies, but she can feel his body tense. "Who was he though?"

"He's an ex" Y/N answers.

Hook doesn't like the vague answer, and gently wraps his hands in her hair to pull her head up and makes eye contact with her. He didn't give a damn about some stupid little ex of Y/N's; he knew that Y/N only wanted him, just like he only wanted her. But he does care when that ex starts bothering her. "Has he been bothering you before today?"

Y/N shrinks under his gaze, but when she tries to look down he tightens the grip on her hair slightly. "I.. Only a couple times"

"Y/N" Hook chides. "These are the kinds of things you have to tell me"

"I know" Y/N says softly. "I just didn't want you to get in a fight with him or something"

Hook sighs, before pulling her to him and kissing her softly.

When they pull away Y/N lays her head on his chest as Hook runs his hand up and down her back, occasionally kissing her head and whispering sweet words to her.

That was a couple months ago, and Matthew had let up a bit.

He never approached her in person anymore; but he did message and call her.

Y/N knew she should tell Hook, but she was scared he'd snap and beat him up again.

It was a miracle that Matthew didn't report Hook the first time, and Y/N didn't want to risk Hook loosing his job over her.

So she just dealt with his abusive texts and voicemails, and did her best to not let it bother her.

But it obviously did, and Hook was beginning to pick up on it.

Like right now.

Y/N and Hook were snuggled up together on their hotel bed. Y/N was tucked into his side with her head on his chest, and Hook had his chin resting on top of her head while absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her back.

But then Y/N's phone started ringing.

Hook began to move to hand it to her, but she squeezed him tighter. "Don't move" she whined.

He laughs softly at her, and peers down at her with an adoring smile. "You're adorable babygirl, but it could be something important"

Y/N pouts, before turning to grab her phone.

Hook looked back at the tv, which was playing a rerun of Y/N's favorite show.

Hook had turned it on for her while she was getting ready for bed.

But his head snaps over to her when he hears a little sniffle escape her. 

He pulls himself up to rest against the headboard, and gently places a hand on her back. "Talk to me mamas.. tell me what's going on so I can help you"

Y/N hesitates, and stares down at her phone. "I'm scared to"

Hook furrows his eyebrows at that. Why would she be scared to tell him something?

Hook places his hands on her waist and turns her to face him. She looks down at the bed, but he puts his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to look at him. "You can tell me anything Y/N. Anything. You know that"

"I know.." She mumbles. "It's not how it sounds. I just don't want you to get in trouble"

"Why would I get in trouble?" Hook asks.

"Because I think you may kill someone" Y/N answers with a soft smile.

Hook cracks a smile as well. "If they're bothering you, you may be right"

"Tyler" Y/N chides, lightly swatting his chest as they smile at each other.

"Ok, ok" he relents. "I at least won't kill anyone tonight"

Y/N takes a deep breath. "It's Matthew.."

Hook's eyes harden immediately, and he has to take a couple deep breaths of his own. "What about him?"

"Ever since you punched him, he hasn't come up to me in person. But he has been messaging and calling me" Y/N admits. "He always says the meanest things and it's just-" Y/N sniffles again, and Hook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want to say anything to you because I was scared you'd attack him and get suspended or fired and I can't even imagine you being gone and I-"

Hook cuts her rambling off by placing his lips against her's.

Y/N immediately melts into him, placing her hands on his neck as her holds her face and their lips move in sync.

He pulls away after a few seconds and kisses her forehead before speaking. "I'm not happy you didn't tell me.. but I guess I understand why. I shouldn't have acted the way I did before. Maybe then you would have told me-"

Y/N places a finger against his lips, cutting his sentence short. "No. You know what? Neither one of us is gonna apologize. Did either of us handle the situation perfectly? No. But none of it is our fault's; it's his"

Hook smiles softly before nodding.

He pulls her body flush against his, and nuzzles his head in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggles as he starts leaving kisses there.

"I think he's just mad because he doesn't have the sexiest girl in the world to keep him warm at night anymore" Hook teases, and Y/N let's out a surprised squeal when he slaps her ass.

"Tyler!" She chides through giggly laughter, and he laughs along too.

The two spend the rest of the night too wrapped up in each other's presence to even remember Matthew's name.

A couple of peaceful weeks went by after that.

Matthew had called a couple times and sent a couple of messages, but Y/N just ignored them.

She told Hook every time, and he wanted nothing more than to track Matthew down and make it so he was terrified to even breathe in Y/N's direction.

But she begged him not to do anything rash, and he reluctantly agreed.

Hook kept true to that agreement for almost a month.

The two were at the arena, getting ready for that night's rampage. Y/N had gotten into the shower while Hook was putting on his ring gear and taping his fists.

"Ty!" Y/N called.

Hook immediately hopped up and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah mamas?"

She doesn't say anything, but she sticks her head around the shower curtain and pouts her lips.

Hook smirks, and walks over to place his lips against her's.

He reaches into the shower, before she giggles and closes the curtain. "You can't come in here! You're gonna get your tape wet! And your precious hair!"

Hook just chuckles. "You're the one who called me in here"

With that he walks back into the dressing room, but stops when Y/N's phone starts lighting up.

He grabs it, and starts to circle back to the bathroom to let her know she had gotten some messages, when he realizes who the messages are from.

Hook scoffs as he watches more and more messages from Matthew pop up on the screen, and with each one he feels his body heating up in anger.

But then a particular one delivers, and Hook tosses the phone down on the couch before storming out of the room with a rapid heartbeat, a clenched jaw, and clenched fists.

When Y/N gets out of the shower, she is greeted with an empty dressing room.

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, but figures Hook just left to do something real quick.

She gets dressed and started on her makeup.

But right as she finishes putting on her lipgloss her door is swung open, and Ricky Starks comes rushing in.

"What the hell Ricky?! You scared the hell out of me!" Y/N exclaims.

"You gotta come with me" Ricky says, and grabs her arm to pull her out of the room.

"Where? What's wrong?" Y/N asks.

"Hook's beating the hell out of some random jobber" Ricky answers, and Y/N feels her stomach drop.

The closer they get Y/N can hear the fighting and yelling, and she pulls away from Ricky to just run towards the sounds quicker.

"Tyler!" She screams when she sees him holding a bloody and beaten Matthew up against the wall by his neck.

"Huh?! Come on! Threaten someone who will fight back you son of a bitch!" Hook screams, not even hearing Y/N over the blood pumping in his ears.

"Tyler!" Y/N yells again, and runs over.

Hook whips around when he feels someone trying to pull him off of Matthew, but his wild eyes soften when the see it was Y/N.

But she wasn't looking at him, she was watching with wide eyes as Matthew slid right down the wall as soon as Hook wasn't holding him anymore.

"What the hell Tyler?!" Y/N yells.

Hook just stares at the floor, chest heaving and sweat running down his body.

"Matthew swung first" Ricky speaks up from behind them. "Hook went up to him yelling and shit, but he never touched Matthew until after he punched Hook"

"I knew you wouldn't want me to.." Hook mumbles, nervously looking up from the floor to make eye contact with her.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Why don't you two go to Tony's office and explain all that then" Y/N says shortly, watching as medics finally run over and start tending to Matthew. She felt guilty that she just couldn't bring herself to feel bad for him. But Ricky said that Matthew swung first, so whatever happened to him was his own fault.

Hook doesn't move though, and stares at Y/N like a lost puppy. "Are you mad at me?"

Y/N sighs, before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He immediately responds, wrapping his arms tightly around her in return.

"I'm not happy you came out here looking for him, as I assume that's why you left the room"

Y/N looks up at him with a pointed look, and he looks at the wall to avoid eye contact. "But, if he swung first then I'm not mad at you for the fight"

"I had to. I couldn't let him say what he said to you, I'll always defend you" Hook says firmly.

"What are you talking about?" Y/N asks with furrowed eyebrows.

"You didn't look at your phone?"

Y/N was sitting in her and Hook's shared hotel room while scrolling through all the messages Matthew sent that day.

And Y/N knew exactly which one must have set Hook off.

You don't wanna respond to me bitch? That's fine, because when Hook goes out for his match tonight I'm gonna find you and teach you to never ignore me again. And trust me, you'll never forget it.

Y/N didn't even want to think about what he had been planning to do before Hook found him; and she couldn't be anything but grateful to Hook.

She had heard that Matthew was in the hospital with broken bones and other injuries, and she wondered if that would have been her without Hook.

Matthew had never actually hit her during their relationship, but he came very close when she broke up with him.

But her thoughts are interrupted when the door swings open.

She jumps up and runs over to tightly hug Hook. "Is everything ok?"

"Yeah, it's all ok baby" Hook comforts, running his fingers through her hair. "There was a video of the whole thing so I'm not in any trouble"

"Thank God" Y/N breathes out. "And Matthew?"

"He's gonna be fired. You know, whenever he wakes up" Hook brags with a lopsided smirk.

Y/N laughs, and gets on her tiptoes to peck his lips. "I love you so much. And thank you, I can't help but think about what could have happened-"

Hook leans down to cut her off with a kiss, before pulling away and resting his forehead against her's. He lets his hands rest on her hips as he stares into her eyes. "You don't ever have to worry about someone hurting you. Not ever again. Not when I'm around, which will be forever"

Y/N smiles, and lets out a surprised laugh when he picks her up and carries her over to the bed.

She gets comfortable under the covers as he puts on pajamas.

He lays down next to her and she immediately nuzzles into his side.

Hook wraps an arm around her waist, and uses his free hand to draw random shapes on her exposed stomach.

Y/N sleepily smiles as she realizes he's writing out 'I love you' at one point. "I love you too"

[kaynk8]

Winter falls

Help 😭😭😭 Lino was just too hot like that on the vlog, I couldn’t resist

Lee Know x reader (your are Japanese and your name is Renko because I said so, haha, and because it has to be like this for the plot, a little bit)

💜Warnings: slightly dom Lee Minho, inexperienced reader, eventual smut, multiple chapters (but I guess 3-4 tops)

Minho is your dance teacher and you were late for his class (oops, wouldn’t like to be you)

Chapter 1

What could be worse than being stuck in traffic on a packed bus?

‘We have stretching with Minho today.’

A class with Lee sunbaenim?

When you first saw that message in the group chat, you went through all the stages of denial. Honestly, your first thought was to skip practice altogether. But with the snow falling heavily since morning and the traffic at a standstill, your chances of getting home were as zero multiplied by zero.

Just two stops left, but the bus was crawling slower than a snail. Panic set in, made worse by the stifling heat from the heater.

Lee sunbaenim was your choreographer—well, technically a substitute, since your main dance teacher was away for a monthly competition. But today, he was in charge of your group, and that felt like a disaster waiting to happen.

You dreaded his dance classes. He always seemed displeased, constantly making your group repeat parts over and over. You could swear you’d never seen him smile — except, maybe, when he was on stage and had to.

To his credit, he was a professional. A backup dancer for a popular K-pop group, he demanded perfection from his dancers. And his own performances were breathtaking, impossible to look away.

But today you were running awfully late. Well, not exactly running. Just sitting on a bus that wasn’t moving.

Class started at 6 p.m., and it was already 5:50, but you were still stuck on the bus that had stopped moving completely. You even considered changing into your practice kit right there — being late to his class was like signing your own death sentence.

When the bus finally stopped at your stop, you grabbed your bags, squeezed through the crowd, and dashed toward the studio, ripping off your hat and unbuttoning your coat as you ran.

The studio was eerily quiet, with everyone already in class. You darted into the locker room, setting a personal speed record for changing clothes. You gave a quick glance in the mirror – your cheeks were flushed and hair messy. You grabbed your hair tie and pulled it on your wrist, deciding not to waste any time fixing your hair.

Knocking on the practice room door, you stepped inside, your stomach immediately knotting. His gaze was heavy, even though his face was mostly hidden by a black medical mask. But those narrowed eyes told you he wasn’t happy.

‘Sorry I’m late,’ you said, bowing your head in apology. He nodded for you to enter.

To your surprise, today’s practice was nothing like you expected. Instead of the usual intense sessions, he walked around, observing your group as you stretched and offering small corrections. He didn’t even come near the girls, letting you work in pairs most of the time.

Oddly enough, today’s class felt lighter than usual, especially compared to Kim sunbaenim, who would’ve made you suffer through every minute.

The final exercise was wall stretching, the one you hated, and when you glanced at the clock, you realized there wouldn’t be enough time to finish it before the class ended.

You sighed in relief when he dismissed everyone, following the others toward the door.

‘You were fifteen minutes late.’

At first, you didn’t realize he was talking to you.

Everyone gave you sympathetic looks and left.

Hesitant, you turned back toward him.

‘Get to the wall,’ he instructed, pointing to the far side of the room.

No. No. You were so close to avoiding it… You could do the split — after all, you’d practiced hard. But it was still incredibly painful. And being left alone here with Lee sunbaenim was just too much.

You pressed your back against the wall and slid into a split. He approached, squatting down in front of you. The scent of cigarettes and a strong, manly perfume —a bitter cherry, maybe — hit you. It made your cheeks flush again, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty because you lowkey liked it, but it felt so inappropriate.

He lowered on his knees, and his hands landed on your thighs, you hissed in pain, even though the pressure was light. He was mostly just holding your legs in place.

‘Woah,’ he said, withdrawing his hands. ‘Does it hurt?’

‘Ah… not really. It’s okay.’ It really wasn’t too bad. And honestly, you’d expected him to push much harder, like Kim usually did.

‘Can I push more?’ he asked, his hands hovering near your thighs, waiting for you to nod.

He gently pushed, and you could feel your hips aligning with the wall behind you.

‘If it’s too much, just tell me, okay?’

This wasn’t the Minho you knew from dance practice. But you figured he was just being cautious, not wanting any accidents, leaving it to Kim sunbaenim.

‘Okay,’ you replied, leaning slightly toward him, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Here you were, legs spread wide, and he was crouched so close that your bodies almost touched. Thankfully, he was taller, so you didn’t have to awkwardly meet his gaze.

You felt the stretch and instinctively began patting the floor in front of you.

‘Stop that,’ he said, and there was suddenly a glimpse of laughter in his voice. The tension in his hands eased. You glanced up at him, his eyes narrowed, but you couldn’t quite tell behind his mask — was he smiling?

‘I told you to tell me if it hurt. I want you to leave here on your own legs,’ he scolded me, but his voice light.

‘It’s okay, just a bit…’ you trailed off, and he nodded. He pressed you into the wall again, and you bit at your lower lip, waiting for your torture to be over.

You tried to glance at the timer on his phone, but his arm blocked your view.

He must’ve noticed you craning your neck because he said, ‘20 seconds left.’

‘Okay, good. Now, bend forward,’ he instructed, his voice firm, with no room for argument.

‘I… I can’t do it,’ you protested. Even Kim couldn’t make you.

‘Yes, you can,’ he replied, his voice steely, sending a shiver down your spine.

‘Come on,’ he said, placing a hand on your lower back, guiding you to bend. ‘Stop!’ he pulled you back when you tried to bend too quickly. ‘Renko, you need to relax. Breathe out. No, no, wait! Look—’ He pointed at the mirror. ‘Your back’s crooked. Don’t hunch your shoulders. Focus on your lower back. Can you feel it?” He adjusted his hands, lowering them just beneath your waist.

You tried again, but the result was the same. You were too tense from the pressure of trying to perform something you couldn’t do, plus his insistence.

He clicked his tongue and quickly moved in front of you, kicking off his sneakers. He pressed his feet to your thighs to stop you from bending your knees.

‘Hands,’ he commanded, reaching out for yours.

‘Now, breathe out. Woah, easy,’ he caught you midway when you bent too fast again. He had to nearly hug you to steady you, and you were blushing deep red, hoping he’d think it was from exhaustion.

‘No, no, hold on — get back. Breathe out. Let me hear it, Renko, okay? You’re too tensed. Okaaay, here we go.’ He pulled you closer by your hands, and you did your best to relax. As your stomach nearly touched the floor and your face his thighs, which almost made you red in the face again, he quickly backed away, crawling beside you, pressing down on your lower back. His warm fingers on your skin sent a jolt through you, and he immediately tugged at your t-shirt, which had ridden up, to cover your bare back before returning his hand in place.

‘Ah!’ You gasped, realizing you were flat on your stomach in a split. It wasn’t particularly painful, just surprising. You never thought your body could bend this way.

‘What’s wrong? You okay?’

‘Yeah, just feels weird.’

‘Turns out you're a liar,’ he chuckled suddenly. ‘Just claimed you couldn’t do it, huh?’

‘I couldn’t before,’ you muttered shyly.

‘Alright, two minutes,’ he said. ‘Watch your knees.’ He adjusted your left knee to keep it straight.

He continued scrolling through his phone, his hand resting on your lower back, maintaining pressure.

‘Okay, good!’ he said, helping you into a curled position.

The room fell silent for a moment. He walked to the desk and unplugged his charger while you relaxed, letting your muscles ease.

He walked over to the window and whistled softly. ‘The snow's getting heavier. You live far from here?’

His tone was so casual that it threw you off. You had thought he was probably despising you for your dancing skills and wanted nothing to do with you.

‘Not too far, but…’ you told him where you lived.

‘We’re practically neighbors, then.’ He turned to you, folding his charger and packing it into his sports bag. ‘Anyone’s picking you up?’

You shook your head.

‘No, I’ll just take the bus,’ you replied.

He glanced at his phone. ‘That might not be a good idea. The traffic’s pretty bad right now.’ He pulled down his mask, leaving it hanging from one ear. ‘I can take you home, if you want?’

‘Ah, no, thank you, sunsaenim. You really shouldn’t bother,’ you said, bowing your head, feeling your cheeks flush immediately at the offer.

‘No trouble,’ he said with a shrug. ‘Get changed, I’ll wait for you downstairs.’

You nodded after a brief hesitation, and he stepped out of the practice room.

[moochiiari]

Okay, so, I was very hopeful for the animation of this season but I think we're definitely cooked. Here's a post on Reddit who translated the report of an animator who worked on the s2 of bllk.

-> here

Here is the link of the source -> here

My opinion on the anime just down here.

This is VERY worrying. You don't know how much this disappointed me. The manga "Blue Lock" was the BEST SELLER in 2023, in front of JJK, MHA, etc... Seeing that this same manga have such a mediocre adaptation is just not right. Even random Isekai'ds get a better animation than Blue Lock. I'm so angry and sad about it.

I had a lot of hope when I saw the 1st episode, but now that the 2nd and 3rd aired, I just think that the anime, or at least the S2, must be remade by another studio.

This is so disrespectful. I can't bear people defending the anime. Blue Lock deserves better, and that's all. To tackle the problem by the root, this is not the animators' fault. We can only blame the money hungry higher-ups who just only think of money and don't care about fans.

People saying that "the third selection is less important----": NO. It is NOT an excuse to produce a literal PowerPoint. All arcs must be respected. The third selection is indeed "less important" than the U-20, but it doesn't mean that it deserves a trash animation! It is still important, especially for anime-onlys, because the 3rd selection introduce important characters (like Shidou, Hiori, Karasu, Yukimiya, and all) for what's next.

Thinking about what's next, what if the U-20's animation sucks? Huh? What if the S3 is getting adapted by the same studio and horribly produced by the same people? Usually, I never complain about the animation; I'm very optimistic and rarely complained about the animation of whatever show. Blue Lock S2 episode 2 just made me, for one of the first time, go: "Well, it was...mid." after watching it.

Plus, there's a big chance that the U-20 arc will be badly animated, but I'll try to stay delusional and cope the best I can. (I don't have the faith anymore tbh)

Honestly, i feel bad for Kaneshiro and Nomura. Their baby is getting murdered, but the Bllk anime is making money, so I don't think they'll intervene.

Sure, the drawings are beautiful, the musics are peak, and the voice actings too, but don't you think that what makes an anime "anime" is the animation? If the serie goes on like it's going, I'm really going to call Blue Lock a PowerPoint presentation.

In my opinion, for now, I think that the cgi carried the last episodes. Some may not agree, and I understand, but it actually gives action to the anime. Ironic, since the only thing I reproached to the s1 was the cgi.

My favorite parts of the episodes are now every time Rin appear (forgive me I'm a huge Rin glazer) and the additional times. Some cuts were decently animated, like Chigiri's run in ep2, but it's kinda worrying if there's one decent cut in the whole episode...

This is weird, I never complained like that bfore :( I just want my favorite manga to get justice, so my wish is that the audience should be heard, and that one of the higher up in Bandai Namco should move their ass and decide to produce something decent for us, fans or simply a person who wants to discover the beautiful work that is Blue Lock.

Or they could just give up the anime until they find another studio ABLE to do the job correctly. Sometimes I see those breathtaking fan-animations and I'm like-dude, I wish this was our Blue Lock- 😭

[eerna]

Ur opinions about the Orpheuss are so correct you explained how I feel about Jordan Fischer and Reeve so well when I couldn’t articulate it. and u TALKED ABOUT CHIBUEZE I got to see him live my first time seeing the show and it was so breathtaking I don’t understand why he’s not been THE guy. like not to be dramatic but when they said he was the son of a muse and could change the world with a song I believed them. His acting is just really, soft? And his voice is really something else.

Orpheus part 2- ur 1b review gives me hope for the pro shot bc I hadn’t seen any performances from this year yet and I was worried we were getting stiff ehhh Reeve for the video 😭😭😭

THANKYOUU!! CHIBUEZE IHUOMA MY BELOVEDDDDDD YOU ARE SO LUCKY TO HAVE SEEN HIMMM!!! I am usually not one for softer Orpheuses bv I find it hard to believe this grown ass man is oh so innocent, oh so cute, oh so unguarded, but Chibueze is the only one who sells it. The openness and clarity in his voice and his acting make the characterization honest. He IS the son of a muse. He IS totally uncorrupted by the world. My Roman Empire is Reeve leaving and me being 1000% sure Chibueze is gonna become the principal Orpheus after years of understudy work,,,,, only for Jordan Fisher to be announced as the new principal casting,,,,,,, Vile I am telling you VILEEE Chibueze you deserved so much more

LISTEN I was SO SCARED going into it that I will have to employ the strategy of viewing post 2020 boots, "ignore Reeve and make believe he is not being a cringy hyperbole", so when he turned around to greet the audience and played it cool... And when Wedding Song began and he just did his usual singsong drawl instead of breathless weeping.... and when he hit those lalalas.... UGH!!! Before I left for the trip I told a friend I felt like his recast was a LMM in Hamilton proshot situation (why take the place of someone who would be better), but I was proven WRONG! He SLAYED! He reminded me why his Orpheus was the first one I felt for and could enjoy properly! I can't wait to see the proshot fr

[ra3kiv]

hi hello! any tips on composition? yours is just breathtaking!

so what i like to do is to come up with the main element at first! usually its a character doing something they might be standing/sitting honestly just draw them however you want they might be holding something etc you can think of a background if you want to..and then i like to think about all the things thay i think "match the vibe" of the main element and of what i wany to achive and with every other element it kinda just gets easier...honeatly with my sea drawing i knew from the beginning that i want to put a few things in boxes but i wasnt sure what i wanted to add but the more i thoughy about the sea the easier it was to come up with things its honestly just an association game tbh it doesnt always have to make sense haha honesyly just try to have fun sometimea i draw every element separately and then glue them together however i want to and sometimea i add or change things while im mid rendering hahah composition is a struggle for me too but i try my best sorry that was a long response😭 also i know it takes time but its worth it figure out by yourself what works for you, i think you alwats have to keep in mind that digital art is digital art and it has soo many possibilities sorry if thay was too chaotic im to lazy to read it all again...