#I know they fall asleep on the phone all the time

[motherearthlovesus]

road head - theo nott

content warning: 18+, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, oral (m receiving), semi-public, hair pulling, face fucking, head pushing, gagging, swallowing

"everyone is asleep" theo pleads, one hand on the wheel with the other on your thigh. "plus im getting a bit sleepy, maybe this will help me stay awake"

"theo i really don't see how giving you road head is any safer than falling asleep at the wheel" you retort.

with the windows down the sharp breeze sliced through the warm thick air characteristic of a car baking in the sun all day. your hair occasionally whipping in your face as your arm hangs over the side of the nott family mercedes benz.

you turn around, double-checking that enzo, blaise, draco and pansy were all still soundly asleep. after such a long day at the beach you were surprised you weren't sleepier.

"aww, how precious" you grab your phone to snap a picture of enzo and blaise asleep with their heads resting against each other's, their mouths agape. a photo you were sure would provide valuable blackmail in the future. pansy's sleeping head was resting gracefully upon dracos shoulder which was somehow rigid even when asleep - the antithesis to blaise and enzo.

so that theo didn't have to take his eyes off the road, you show him the photo. he let out a small chuckle but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

"earth to theo, earth to theo" you drawl as you wave a hand in front of his face.

"sorry baby" he replies blinking "i was thinking about the faces you make when my face is buried in your pussy."

blushing, you shift to face him - you can't help but press your thighs together as you do so. with your back now pressing against the window, you keep one leg on the floor and stretch the other across to his lap. as your foot grazes his cock, your stomach flutters at the hard girth of it.

"someone's changed their mind, have they?" theo gloats with that cocky grin that has made your panties drop so many times before.

"well it is rather boring with everyone asleep back there" you crooned continuing to caress his cock with your foot.

"boring am i?" theo said, feigning insult.

"oh shush" you huffed rolling your eyes, the redness in your cheeks betraying your cool demeanour. "do you want me to suck or cock or not?"

"hold the wheel bambina" theo answered almost immediately.

you didn't have time to protest as he let go of the wheel to pull his shorts down to his knees freeing his massive, throbbing erection.

"you're insane, you know that?" you scoff, as he regains control of the steering wheel.

"you love it" theo purrs as you look into the back seat to check one last time. theo's ability to tease you had always been your undoing, and this moment was no exception.

you bend forward, your lips brushing over the tip of his cock in the lightest of kisses while you start to slowly stroke the length of his cock. he lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips twitching slightly as you start to suck his cock with enthusiasm.

"cazzo" theo hisses, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he fights the urge to grab your head and force you down, to bury himself deep in your warm, inviting mouth until he hits the back of your throat.

"shh - eyes on the road," you whisper, glancing up at him with a wicked smile. drawing as much saliva into your mouth as you can, you take him further into your mouth, the car's engine purring steadily beneath you, blending with the rustling breeze from the open windows.

"you look so fucking hot with your lips stretched around me, baby"

theo's eyes snap back to the road, his jaw clenching tight. but your tantalising smile and the sensation of you taking him deeper, engulfing more of his aching length in the wet heat of your mouth, makes it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything but the pleasure radiating from his cock.

"that's it, puttana," he mutters, his voice sounding strained. "so fucking good."

the praise gives you a rush of satisfaction, encouraging you to hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue along his length. unable to restrain himself, theo grips your hair tightly, holding you in place as he starts to grind his hips up into your face, forcing his throbbing cock deeper down your spasming throat. your eyes water and you gag silently, but he doesn't stop. if anything, your choking and sputtering only spurs him on.

he starts to pick up speed, fucking your face with quick, sharp thrusts. “merlin,” he hisses through clenched teeth, glancing briefly down at you before his gaze snaps back to the road. theo's cock throbs and pulses in your tight throat, swelling even larger before his release. "don't spill a fucking drop. drink down every bit of my cum like a good slut."

theo pushes your head down and holds it there, grinding his pelvis hard against your face as he explodes in your throat. his cock jerks and twitches, pumping thick, warm spurts of cum directly down your throat.

"that's my girl" theo said with a shudder, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he rode out his climax.

you swallowed every bit, savouring the salty tang and the satisfaction of seeing theo completely undone. as you pull back, you wipe the corner of your mouth with a smug smile, your eyes meeting his.

“still sleepy?” you tease, your voice light and playful.

theo’s laugh was hoarse, his eyes dark with lingering hunger as he reached over to squeeze your thigh. “not even close, bambina. but just wait until we get home. you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

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would that be unrealistically loud & wake everyone up? yes. do i care? no.

im back?? i didnt plan on taking a hiatus but the new year period was just so draining i couldn't even put 3 words together.

i missed you all so much 😽 and as always comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated 🤍

[mysticlael]

Bat inco quotes

Roy, in Jason’s bed: Morning… how’d ya sleep last night? Jason, knocking Roy off: WHAT THE HELL?! Roy: Ow— Jason: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Roy: I had a nightmare. Jason: You had a nightmare? What are you, five years old? Roy: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the floor and you sleeping up there- Jason, in a royal accent: Why yes, how high and mighty I am up on my twin XL! Roy: That is not what I meant— Jason: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground! Roy: Listen, I’m not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up on your bed and I’m sure you did too. Jason: Yeah, okay- Roy: You know what? I wanna know. How’d you sleep last night? Jason: …That was the best I’ve slept in a while. Roy, gasping: The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed! Jason: I did not consent to this- Roy, dramatically: But my liege, our love is forbidden! Jason, on the phone: Hi, is this the front desk? Yeah, there’s a bed bug in my room and he’s five-foot-eleven, he’s got red hair- Roy: Ask them if they have one of those “Do Not Disturb” signs. I’ll put it on the door next time we… do it. Jason: Okay, I'ma go shower and wash all of the you off of me. Roy: Oh, maybe together we could— Jason: NO. Roy: Just to save water— Jason: No! You don’t even pay for the water! Roy: …Good point.

Steph: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Jason: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying Steph's* hey besties !!1! Steph: I literally hate you so much.

Dick, holding a box of Lunchables: Ah, I loved these when I was your age… fine dining. Damian: Fix yourself.

Tim: What did you guys get in your yearbook? Steph: 'Prettiest Smile' Dick: 'Nicest Personality' Jason: 'Most likely to start a bar fight' Cass: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Steph: Today at 7 am, Tim poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Dick: I watched Tim brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Damian: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

Damian, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Bruce: … Bruce: What’s in the box? Damian: What woul- Bruce: Damian, what’s in the box? Damian: I think you know.

Bruce: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Damian: Even better! Bruce: What the fuck did you- Damian: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Tim: What are we gonna do?! Jason: Blame you?

*Dick comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Barbara’s bedroom.* Barbara: Dick, are you.. coming to bed? Dick: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Dick: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Barbara: ...

Roy: sapnu puaS. Kori: What?? Jason: What language is that? Roy: Turn your phone 180 degrees. *Roy was removed from the groupchat*

Kon, admiring a sleeping Tim: You’re so cute. Tim, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Kon, lovingly: I know.

Duke: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Tim: They're empaths.

Steph: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute. Dick: No, that's not how you make cookies. Duke: FLOOR IT!! Jason: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!? Damian: YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN- Steph: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES! Tim: DO IT! Bruce: NO-

Tim, at Kon: Would you like to stay for dinner? Bernard, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!

Damian: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

[moonchildcovenxx]

Loser!Ellie Headcanons

a/n: Ellie babyyyy!!! my hand at a done-many-times-before thing, but whatever it’s ellie <3

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who doesn’t hear you the first time when you ask her out. But instead of asking you what you said… she just says “oh.” because in her mind it’s just oh so embarrassing to ask you to repeat yourself and whatever you said couldn’t be that much pertaining to her. (she doesn’t realize you guys are dating until Jesse asks how her girlfriend is doing and Ellie responds with “She’s my girlfriend?!”)

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who will mimic every single guitar riff of any song she obsesses over with her voice. Whether it be the one in I Don’t Wanna Be Me in Type O negative or Let It Happen by Tame Impala. God forbid you two are in a long car ride together where she’ll force your legs onto her lap and use one of them as her makeshift electric guitar. “Baby my leg is falling asleep.” You chide lovingly glancing up from your phone to watch as Ellie strums “chords” into your skin. “The song’s just getting good though!” 

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who still blushes when you compliment her on anything. You make it your mission to fluster her beyond belief. “Your new haircut looks so sexy on you Els.” You smile hand running through her trimmed hair. Ellie had gotten a shorter wolf cut after being sick of tying it back. Ellie swoons, giggling at you softly before resting her cheek in your hand. “Ya think so? I don’t know if I like it or not…” You nod vigorously gaze flicking to Ellie’s honey-bright eyes—which you can now see in all their olive green glory now that she doesn’t have her hair to hide behind. Ellie’s cheeks blaze redder than said hair as you press a kiss to her jaw.

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who tried to calling you “hey mamas” just to gauge your reaction. She’s definitely thinking she’s being oh so sexy. Loser!Ellie who’s confused when you burst out laughing clutching your sides and slapping your knee. “Ellie never call me that again!” You cackle, watching her pout defeated. Ellie huffs indignantly but nonetheless her lips quirk into a smile. “But—“ she attempts to argue but ends up getting the giggles, slumping on top of your form. She scrunches her nose before a playful glint settles as she smirks. “Does that mean Mommy is off limits too?” Needless to say Ellie found out it very much wasn’t later that night.

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who can’t cook for shit and is banned from the kitchen except when you’re there. When she wants to help you usually suggest stirring something from a pan, or if you’re feeling risky breaking the eggs needed. Ellie who dances as she cooks, slender hips swaying in time to how fast she’s mixing. You’d watch her in amusement until she notices. “Stop starrringgg.” She whines exaggerated, pulling you behind her and placing your hands on her waist. “Aww my little drama queen.” You’d tease back, but you match the sway of her hips to yours as she continues cooking.

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who wakes up before you to watch your relaxed sleeping form. You’re just so pretty and she just loves you so much. She’ll frequently have to refrain herself from reaching out and touch you. Your hairs a mess, You may be drooling slightly or even snoring and Ellie will say you’re the most gorgeous girl shes ever seen (and mean it). “Morning Beautiful.” Ellie whispers as you yawn, outstretching your arms to shake away the tiredness. “Ellie I have drool stains on my cheek.” You trail off at the intensity of her gaze. “Morning Beautiful.” Ellie repeats. You smile.

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie who will only fall asleep if shes cuddled into your chest and refuses to sleep separated anymore. She’s already lost so much, and you are someone she refuses to lose. 

𓇢𓆸 Loser!Ellie Whose just as head over heels for you as you are for her.

[elhanoka]

i honestly don't know if someone has already pointed this out or made this correlation but i think the reason all of us are finding thamepo to be so nostalgic and romantic in the [remembers your phone number by heart] [walks you home 5 times a night] [talks to you on the phone in the evening and never hangs up when you fall asleep] [waking up to a 9+ hours phone call still ongoing and getting a wake up serenade] sense is precisely because the project has been in the works for 5 YEARS. and i don't know how long it took to write the script itself.

you guys it's been half a decade and if you're quite an oldie bl/ql watcher you know what that means. times have changed. i heard the observation that nowadays some projects are more lighthearted and lack in script and coohesive writing because the trends are changing so fast, the demand is rising and the cash is flowing — bl is a business & entertainment after all. make that coin, folks. people will always eat up boys and girls kissing on screen and im right there with them.

but remeber what we had in glorious year of 2019? the tropes? the theory of love of it all? the tharntype enemies to lovers with all its faults that are kinda cringe now... but back then it was delicious! the dark blue kiss classic? the history:3 trapped that walked so kinnporche and many more could run? that fucking salt in make our days count? the doomed soul mates of until we meet again? those were the days you guys. and we've come so far!

however, i hope the companies observe the impact that a well-made, thoughtful and personal piece of media will always have on people despite its genre... because imagine any project of the above being made in 2025! the literal hysteria it would bring out. people would go insane. fires everywhere. and this is exactly what thamepo is doing. and this is exactly why it's so outstandingly good!

[wroetominter]

Overwhelm - George Clarke

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none

Fluff - my fav.

I turned on my side in bed, feeling the relief of the cold side of my pillow against my cheek. Next to me in bed George slept peacefully. There was nothing romantic happening here, simply two good friends who enjoyed each others company. I can’t say that there weren’t feelings there, at least on my end there definitely were.

I peered my eyes at my phone on the nightstand, seeing it was only five thirty in the morning. I tried falling back asleep but couldn’t get my mind to shut off. The last few month had been a whirlwind of emotions.

Deciding since sleep was not happening, I may as well get up. I slowly slid out of bed, careful not to wake George. I grabbed his hoodie on his chair and pulled it over myself, smelling his cologne still lingering in the fabric. A scent I had come to find comforting.

I walked out to the living room, seeing the sun starting to creep over the horizon through the city view. I stepped outside and sat on one of the lounge chairs, pulling my legs up and hugging into them for some extra warmth and comfort.

As I sat there thinking, I began to feel filled with emotions. It wasn’t sad emotion, more so happy and overwhelmed all rolled into one. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks as my thoughts kept racing.

Torn from my thoughts by the door creaking open beside me, my head turned to the side to see who was coming outside. George stood there, his face immediately filled with concern when he took in my appearance.

“What’s wrong?” He came to sit beside me, wiping the tears from my face.

“Nothings wrong Geo, I’m sorry if I woke you.” I apologized. He shook his head.

“No no, well, kinda. I guess.” He scratched his head. “Bed felt empty and when I didn’t feel you beside me I knew something had to be wrong. Too early for you to be up.”

I sighed, looking back at him. His hand lightly rubbed my back in a soothing manner. He was too good to me sometimes. “What’s really wrong?” He pressed. He could read me like a book.

“Well, I was just sort of overwhelmed I guess. Everything I’ve ever wanted happened so quickly and I’m just really grateful I suppose. I have a job that doesn’t feel like work, I live in my favorite city in the world, I have the money to do whatever I want…” I trailed off, unsure if I wanted to break down the barriers further and admit to him that I had feelings for him and that also overwhelmed me.

Plucking up the courage as he stared at me, spilling my guts to him. “And I get to wake up next to the man of my dreams any time I want.” My hands fiddled together, trying to distract myself from the awkward tension I had unintentionally built.

“Man of your dreams?” George asked softly, placing his hand on mine.

I nodded, meeting his gaze. He had a soft smile on his lips and an almost unreadable expression.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” He admitted. I stared back at him dumbfounded. “You know I’m not good with the whole admitting feelings thing, I barely even told my friends I loved them until years into our friendship.” I giggled at his all too true comment.

“Well, I guess we’re both at fault for that then huh?” I asked. He nodded, pulling me in for a hug. I embraced his warmth and felt more comfortable than I had in a long time.

“Let’s go back to bed love, we’ll talk about this more when we’ve slept.” He grabbed my hand and led me back to his room.

I slid back to my side of the bed, cozying into the blankets.

“I reckon we’re up to the point you can sleep closer to me yeah?” George reached his arms out, pulling me over to him. I rested my head on his chest, intertwining our legs in a way that was comfortable for both of us.

“Get some sleep love.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

[12woso12]

Angry woman

Part 3

Part 2 here

TW: Some tough topics, look after yourselves

The greatest show

It had only been a few days since the first training session with Arsenal, and the weight of the transition was still settling on your shoulders. Every minute felt like a negotiation between your past and your future—like you were caught between two worlds, neither of which felt fully like home.

But tonight was different.

Alessia had insisted that you join her and a couple of other teammates for a casual movie night. She’d been nudging you about it for days, telling you how it’d be a “fun way to get to know the girls,” and how “they’re way cooler than you think.” At first, you’d hesitated. After all, you were still adjusting to everything, still felt like the new kid. But Alessia had a way of making you feel like you were part of something bigger, something you hadn’t quite figured out yet, and she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

You walked into Alessia's apartment, palms sweating and beyond ready to run in the other direction, feeling that familiar sense of anticipation and uncertainty—like showing up to a first day of school. The girls were already there, sprawled out on the couch, the kitchen counter littered with popcorn, snacks, and takeout containers.

Victoria Pelova, or Vic as Alessia called her, was sprawled on the floor with a blanket thrown over her, sipping something from a glass with a knowing grin. She had a sly, mischievous air about her that reminded you a little of Alessia—playful but sharp. Then there was Kyra Cooney-Cross, sitting next to Vic, fiddling with her phone while her feet bounced to some rhythm only she could hear. Kyra was your age, and the second Alessia introduced you to her, you could feel the instant connection. She reminded you a little of Grace Clinton.

“Y/N, you made it!” Alessia grinned as you stepped in, pulling you into a quick hug before gesturing to the others. “Make yourself at home, I'm afraid we're watching The Greatest Showman tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing Alessia’s taste in movies. It wasn’t the first time she’d dragged you into something cheesy, but at this point, you were just happy to be part of the group.

“Just remember, I’m not responsible for any emotional breakdowns if you get too invested in the love story,” Vic teased, her accent thick and playful. She looked at you with a glint in her eye. “Are you prepared to cry?”

Kyra shot you a grin. “Oh, trust me, the real question is how many tissues you’ll go through. Vic cried the last time we watched this—what was it, the third time in a row?”

“Hey,” Vic said, raising her hand in mock defense. “That was a moment. A deep emotional experience.”

Kyra snorted. “It’s okay, Vic. We won’t judge you for being a big softie.”

You felt a grin tug at the corner of your mouth. The playful, easy camaraderie between them was infectious, and suddenly, the weight of everything else didn’t seem so heavy.

As the movie started, you sunk into the oversized beanbag chair that Alessia had pulled out for you. The smell of popcorn filled the room, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe.

Suddenly, you found yourself laughing along with the others. Kyra’s laugh was loud and uninhibited, the kind of laugh that made you want to laugh just because it was so infectious. Vic, on the other hand, was effortlessly witty, tossing in sarcastic remarks that only added to the fun.

“You’re really quiet,” Kyra said, nudging you with her elbow halfway through the movie. Her eyes were twinkling with curiosity, like she was trying to figure you out. “I thought you were suppose to be loud and angry...according to the BBC"

You chuckled lightly, not sure how to respond. After a second, you brush it off. You were fine just a little overwhelmed but it was nothing you couldn't handle.

“I'm just relaxing” you said quietly, smiling at no one in particular. “I need to get myself one of these beanbag chairs Less. I could fall asleep"

Kyra raised an eyebrow. “"Y/N, you’re basically living the dream. You just made a huge move from United to Arsenal. You’re practically a football god in this city. Ask the club to get you a damn bean bag if you want one, they'll run to your every beck and call”

You smirked but shook your head. “I'm not as important as everyone is making out, trust me"

Vic looked up from the floor, a knowing look in her eyes. “Y/N, no offence but are you always this stupid? You're easily the best player of your generation She paused as Kyra huffed but didn't object. "There's a reason clubs all over the world wanted you."

The words landed differently than you expected, like a quiet affirmation that you belonged here.

Kyra nudged you again, her grin returning. “Yeah, miss big shot. Go march into Renee's office tomorrow and demand a bean bag"

"I think i need to demand for an apartment first" you joked

The laughter that followed was easy, unburdened, and for that moment, you felt your anxiety start to slip away. You hadn’t realised how much you’d needed it—real, unscripted fun with people who genuinely liked you.

The movie had wrapped up a while ago, but no one was in any rush to leave. Instead, the room was alive with chatter, laughter, and more than a little teasing. Kyra and Vic were now in a heated discussion about whether The Greatest Showman could be considered a “true” musical or just an overhyped concert movie. Meanwhile, Alessia was curled up next to you, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she listened in on the banter.

“You know,” Alessia mused, nudging you with her elbow, “this was a good idea. You should hang out with us more often.”

You glanced over at her, smiling. “Yeah, I didn’t expect to have this much fun.”

Kyra raised an eyebrow. “Oh, trust me, we’re just getting started. I’ve got a whole list of movies that’ll make you laugh until you cry.”

Vic piped up from across the room, grinning. “And I’ll make sure to keep the musicals to a minimum. We’ll go more with the horror next time, yeah?”

“No. Absolutely not,” you said, shaking your head.

The night wound down with more jokes, more light-hearted banter, until eventually, Alessia stood up and stretched, giving you a playful nudge. “Alright, newbie. Time to hit the hay. We’ve got training tomorrow, and trust me, we’re gonna work you hard.”

“Bring it on,” you said with a grin, a little more relaxed now. “I can take it.”

After a few more laughs and goodbyes, you left Alessia's apartment. The crisp night air nipped at your skin as you stepped out onto the street, but it didn’t feel as cold anymore. The weight of your thoughts was lighter, the nagging, constant pressure that had followed you for so long now seemed distant—almost forgotten.

As you walked up the stairs to your apartment and unlocked the door, the feeling of lightness began to fade. The moment you stepped inside, everything changed.

The air felt heavier again. The room was quiet, too quiet, and as you placed your bag on the table, you felt the old, familiar weight settle back on your chest. The smile that had lingered on your lips slipped away, replaced by a gnawing emptiness.

You kicked off your shoes and walked over to the window, staring out at the lights of the town. From here, everything looked peaceful. Arsenal was a world of possibilities, of new starts, and yet—here you were, standing in the shadow of everything you’d left behind.

The memories crept in like the cold breeze that fluttered through the window cracks. They didn’t care about your new start, your new team, your new life. They were relentless, reminding you of the darkness that had clung to you for so long.

Manchester United.

David Coben.

The words were like a whisper in the back of your mind, a chill that crawled down your spine. You could almost hear his voice, taunting you, reminding you that no matter where you went, no matter how far you ran, he’d still be there, lurking in the shadows.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in your memory—the way he always found you, the way he made you feel small, like nothing more than a piece of his game. The fear, the anger, the helplessness—it all came rushing back in a tidal wave. You could almost feel the walls of the United locker room closing in on you, the suffocating pressure, the isolation.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push the memories away, but it was like trying to keep the tide from flooding the shore. The darkness had followed you here.

The room felt suddenly cold, too cold, and your hands trembled as you gripped the windowsill. No, you told yourself. You’re not there anymore. You don’t have to carry this.

But no matter how hard you tried, the memories wouldn’t leave. They stuck to you like glue, tugging at your heart, your mind, like a weight that refused to be shaken off.

You didn’t want to feel this way. You wanted to be free.

You wanted to let yourself laugh, to breathe without that constant pressure. You wanted to live in the now, to savor the joy you’d found in Arsenal’s warm welcome, in the laughter of your teammates, in Alessia’s bright smile.

But then you heard the sound of footsteps in your memory again. You saw his face—the smirk that had haunted your dreams—and in that moment, you knew the past wasn’t done with you yet.

For now, you could only stand there, staring out into the town. The lights below seemed so far away, as if they belonged to a different life, a different version of you.

You turned away from the window and walked over to the couch, dropping onto it heavily. The laughter from earlier still echoed faintly in your mind, but now it seemed distant, like a dream you could barely remember.

You wanted to believe that the future, Arsenal, would give you the freedom to be someone else—to be the version of you that was happy, whole, and unbroken. But the memories lingered, lurking in the corners, waiting for you to slip up.

You didn’t know if you could ever escape them, or if you even deserved to.

But for tonight… you could at least pretend. You could close your eyes and imagine a world where the past didn’t exist, a world where the only thing that mattered was the team you were a part of now, the friends you had just started to make, and the future that might one day be within reach.

Tomorrow would come with its own challenges, but for tonight… you let yourself breathe.

You let yourself believe.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

[rafeysbambi]

bambi

part x

summary:

kind, sweet and the definition of innocent, obsessed with pink, bows and all animals but especially deers. y/n has barely held a boys hand let alone been kissed until rafe cameron lays eyes on her

a/n:

hi hope u all r having a great week my work is super duper busy rn but i cannot wait for the weekend 😋 ps pls let me know if u wanna be added to a tag list luv u all

you woke up the next morning smiling, placing your hand to your lips still remembering the kiss; you still couldn’t believe it, you basically danced out of bed into the shower. after showering you grabbed your phone.

bambiyn: haiiiii

rafecameron: good morning pretty girl

bambiyn: hi good morning hi

rafecameron: you’re very energetic this morning i wonder why 😉

bambiyn: oh just some boy

rafecameron: oh wow he sounds tall, handsome and charming

bambiyn: no

bambiyn: short king 🩷

rafecameron: ?

bambiyn: petite king 🩷

rafecameron: shut up

bambiyn: ☹️

bambiyn: wut r u doing today ☺️😊😉😋😏

rafecameron: not much just made some phone calls

bambiyn: you didn’t call me yet 👎

rafecameron: needy girl

rafecameron: what’re you doing today doll?

bambiyn: nothing sooooo bored if only my short petite king would come see me and rescue me from my boredom ☹️

rafecameron: i am not coming over if you call me that

bambiyn: nothing sooooo bored if only my handsome talll charming king would come see me and rescue me from my boredom ☹️

rafecameron: that’s better

bambiyn: do you wanna watch bambi with me?

rafecameron: whatever you want princess, you want me to pick up some snacks on the way?

bambiyn: yes please

rafecameron: i’ll be over in about 20 pretty

bambiyn: okay yay

you quickly got ready before setting up some blankets and pillows in your movie room. soon enough you heard the familiar knock of rafe at your door, opening it up to see rafe standing with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag full of snacks in the other.

“oh my gosh! you shouldn’t have!” you exclaimed as rafe handed you the pink lilies. “seriously rafe i’m running out of room to put all of these flowers.” he followed you into the kitchen where you placed the flowers into a vase before turning around to greet rafe properly. he wrapped his arm around your waist and picked you up easily as you threw your arms around his neck. “thank you” you placed a small kiss on his cheek before he placed you back down on the floor.

“so needy today baby” he chuckled as you grabbed onto his hand pulling into the movie room. you pushed him down on the couch, sitting down next to him, you pulled a blanket over you, handing him one too.

“okay bambi time” you smiled at him before pressing play on the movie. as you watched the movie rafewrapped his arm around your shoulder and you snuggled into his chest. he was trying to pay attention to the movie but he couldn’t help to watch you with a grin on your face as you mouthed the words. as faline came onto the screen, you looked over at rafe poking him, “look rafe that’s us.”

rafe couldn’t help but to smile, “i thought you were bambi doll.”

“well i am but i’m letting you be my bambi.” you giggled before settling your head back on to rafe’s chest, focus shifting back to the movie.

“i thought flower was a girl why is he a guy now.” rafe said turning to you, clearly more into the movie than expected.

“no he’s a boy he just has a cute voice.” you replied quickly, eyes still glued to the screen.

“you have a cute voice.” you blushed nestling your head further into rafe’s chest, he begun playing with your hair.

“i like it when you do that, feels nice.” if you weren’t watching your favourite movie you could definitely fall asleep with how cozy you were.

as the movie ended you sat up, turning to rafe, “did you like it? or did you love it?” you said smiling at him.

“it was good baby. i’m not gonna lie i always thought bambi was a girl, maybe that’s just because i think of you.” he said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you both smiled at each other, eyes locked as rafe’s hand moved to the back your head, his thumb stroking your hair. your heads moved closer and closer until your lips finally touched for a sweet delicate kiss. as you pulled away cheeks flushed, you played with the bambi plushie in your lap before a lightbulb went off in your head.

“time for bambi 2!” you exclaimed grabbing the remote.

“there’s a second one?”

[ilovecatfr]

HOW TO CHANNEL SOMEONE

{or channel memories from your dr/people/higher self}

Channeling is connecting with someone’s energy or consciousness, allowing you to receive memories, messages, or answers.

There's a lot of ways to channel someone but I'm going to go through couple of them;

Methods: meditation and visualization/automatic writing/channeling through dreams/using a necklace or a pendulum

{a little tip}

Relax and trust the process. Often, memories and answers will come to you naturally when you're not actively trying to force them. Pay attention to sudden thoughts, feelings, or deja vu moments—they might be glimpses from your DR. Be patient.

1. MEDITATION AND VISUALIZATION

Sit or lie down in a quiet space.

Close your eyes and visualize any place you want.

Picture the person from your DR you want to connect with. Imagine their presence vividly, including their voice, appearance, and energy. Or if you want to channel your higher self you can simple ask.

In your mind or outloud, ask them to share a memory or whatever you want.

2. AUTOMATIC WRITING

Grab a pen and notebook or you can use your phone/anything you can write on.

Quiet your mind and think of the person you want to channel.

Set the intention: “I invite [Name] to share their memories with me/answer my questions”

Begin writing whatever comes to mind, without overthinking.

3. CHANNELING THROUGH DREAMS

Before bed, set the intention to meet the person in your dreams and ask for whatever you want.

Visualize the person clearly as you fall asleep, focusing on their energy and presence. Or ask a question for specific person/higher self.

{tip; set the intention to remember the dream vividly or keep something you can write it in as soon as you wake up}

4. CHANNELING WITH NECKLACE OR PENDULUM

{remember: necklace must have some kind of pendant on it}

Cleanse the tool: Run it under water, pass it through incense smoke, or visualize white light surrounding it {OPTIONAL}

Sit in a quiet space and relax. Set your intention: Hold the necklace or pendulum and say, “I call [Name] to connect with me”

Determined the movements example: back and fourth=yes. Side to side=no. Circle= maybe.

{you can write it on a paper and put it under it as your channel}

Begin channeling, and if you want to make sure it your person ask questions they will know to answer to.

You can even put a keyboard under it and have it move towards the letters as it makes a sentence.

At the end you can say goodbye.

LITTLE ADD: HOW I PERSONALLY CHANNEL AND CONNECT TO PEOPLE FROM MY DR EVERYDAY

{tips; you can make sure the pendant on your necklace is heavy enough/be in a room with no wind/ put your elbows on a hard surface as you do this to keep your hand steady/trust that connection will guide your hand.}

SOME AFFIRMATIONS YOU CAN SAY:

SAFETY

1. My boundaries are strong, and only safe connections are allowed in my space.

2. The universe (God or whoever you believe in) supports and protects me at all times.

3. Only energies that align with my highest good can reach me.

4. I am grounded, centered, and completely safe.

CHANNELLING

1. I easily connect with [Name] from and receive.

2. I am open to communication with [Name], and it flows effortlessly.

3. I am fully aligned with [Name] and those within it.

4. Memories from my DR flow to me naturally and effortlessly.

Focus on the people you want; their energy, your relationship, scenarios... and basically relax and set the intention or ask them to be present in your cr by sending your messages/signs or whatever you want. I keep this connection open and they are welcomed every day to send me messages.

A little warning:

Don't let this take over your shifting journey; remember shifting and experiencing it first hand is much better then just having memories or talking to people from your dr. Yes this can be great motivation but don't let it take over.

This is not to scare you but to warn you and remind you of what can you really have:)

<3

[afyrian]

☆ hit rewind

sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (mostly angst) m.list | wc: 1.8k | prompts: road trip + (kinda) second chances

   “you are such an ass atsumu,” you toss your backpack onto the couch, hands rising to press against your eyes and temples.

  “this is why i didn’t tell you, because you’d want to ditch, when you know it’ll be fun!” atsumu follows you into the apartment, shutting the door behind him so that your guests wouldn’t hear the two of you arguing over something that involves one of them.

  groaning, you look back at him, eyes wide, “yeah no wonder! you invited my ex to our trip and never even gave me a chance to process it. atsumu, i cannot go on a trip with him, and i especially cannot sit beside him and act like everything is okay.”

  “then don’t! you don’t have to talk to him, but we’ve had this planned for forever and you can’t back out now,” atsumu walks over to you, opening his arms for a hug that you know you shouldn’t give him.

  in the many times that atsumu has brought annoyance to your life, this was by far the worst for you. sakusa standing by the car, barely seeing you before you ran back into the building. he looked the same from when you last saw him (besides his many appearances in the news). however, something about him looked more somber. headphones blocked out the world, eyes shrouded in darkness by sunglasses. even a cloud covers the sun to perfectly cover him in dramatic shadows. 

  but you’re inclined to forgive atsumu, knowing everything he does is done with love. “alright… but if i start bawling in that car you’re not blaming me,” you wrap your arms around him, feeling his wrap around yours in a warm embrace.

  “i’ll kick sakusa out if it comes to that. now, let’s go on this trip and have some fun, which i know you can have,” atsumu pulls back, reaching for your bag and grabbing it to carry it to the car. 

  following him slowly, you lock the apartment door behind you. the key is cold in your hand, sharp and tingly beneath your touch. every step you take towards the building’s front door feels like you carry more and more weight. you feel sluggish as you can see his outline behind the car, practically feeling his hand in yours again. opening the door, you stare out at him, lips forming into a straight line.

  “let’s get this road trip started!”

  hearing atsumu’s voice feel comforting, in a way you would never admit. stepping into the large sedan, you look forward to see osamu staring at his phone. “osamu, you packed some of that onigiri, right? because i don’t think i can make this road trip without it,” you tap his shoulder, leaning forward before you buckle yourself in.

  “of course, and you brought black sesame cookies?”

  “you know me too well,” you sit back into your spot, staring out at your window as you hear the door beside you open.

  it rings through your ear, like an annoying mosquito you wish you could swat away. a bag is set next to you, pressing up against your leg. you know it’s his, you can see the badges sewn onto it, the tournaments that he won. sakusa’s gaze bores into you like you’ve never felt before. and all you can do is wait patiently until either you fall asleep or he does.

 it doesn’t come quick enough for you to finally feel at peace with him at your side. after nearly an hour of driving, you know that there’s much more to come. however, looking down at your phone, you hope that some quiet time will help suppress your feelings of betrayal and disappointment. especially when atsumu’s music choices are anything but somber. 

  looking up from your phone, you can see atsumu’s eyes in the rear view mirror. they’re wide and staring right back at you. watching, you can see his head nod towards where sakusa is sitting, eyes shifting wildly to help get your attention. your eyes dart towards sakusa. he’s sitting with his head in his hand, headphones covering his ears as his hair pokes out from beneath. 

  sakusa’s elbow rests against the door and your heartbeat quickens. seeing him again hurts, relaxing like he always did in your bed, the same headphones blaring soft music into his ears. as if he can feel your gaze blanketing him, he looks up and your gaze flickers back to atsumu’s rear view mirror. you’re not sure if he saw your eyes on him, if he could feel what you feel, but you definitely know that seeing him again is not what you wanted for this road trip.

  atsumu’s eyes meet yours once more and he raises his eyebrows. your jaw clenches before you lightly shake your head, staring back out your window. it’s mostly views of green hills and foliage. a mild hatred begins to boil within you, thinking of the last time you saw each other. the way he tried to hold your hand, run his thumb across your cheek in a trial run to reconciliation. the tears that fell from your chin and buried deep within your soul. 

  you knew it was only a matter of time until you saw him again, having the same friends and all. however, it’s like you’re back to the same spot, his old bedroom. the air was filled with a cologne-like scent, hints of sandalwood and caramel coating your nose. you see his volleyball jerseys hung up on his wall, something you urged him to do, to see how he’s grown. now all you can see are those jerseys wilted and crumbling beneath his touch.

  looking back at him, you can see him doing the same. meeting his eyes, it’s intoxicating. and you can quickly remember how you fell into his embrace so early on. the both of you turn back away, him pulling down his headphones, silence beneath the music for just a moment, “how are you?”

  his voice is just nearly a whisper, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear. for anyone else to realize that he misses you, despite the only other two people in the car in-tuned to his feelings. “i’m okay… still running the bakery. sharing trade secrets with osamu,” you look up towards the twins sitting in front, head turning back to sakusa, “uh- how’s the team?”

  you can almost see him wince as you ask about the rest of the team and not him. “they’re good, although i’m sure atsumu has already told you,” sakusa purses his lips, shrugging his shoulders to appear nonchalant.

  “yeah, yeah he has. how about you? i know a lot of them are prepping for the national team tryouts,” clasping your hands together, you keep your eyes everywhere but where his is, biting your lip to keep your mind off of things.

  “i’m good, i mean not really but you know what i mean.”

  shaking your head, you look back out your window. the scenery looks the same, the same rolling hills with the same trees still sprouting along the road. “no, sakusa, i don’t know. and i will never know, and that’s just how it’s always gonna be,” your jaw clenches gaze darting back towards him. 

  atsumu, acting like he couldn’t hear you beneath the music, quickly announces that you’re gonna stop at a pit stop. you don’t need anything from the break, but having a moment with everyone out of the car will be nice, give you a time with just some good old fashioned peace and quiet. 

  the gas station is quiet, no other cars in sight on this lonely monday. “alright, i’m heading in, any snacks?”

  “could i get some pretzels or chips? you know what i like,” you look up at atsumu, gaze flickering to sakusa, noticing him furrowing his eyebrows.

  there’s something satisfying seeing him upset about your closeness with atsumu. seeing him squirm in his spot because he’s the one that let you go, not everyone else. osamu pipes in quickly after too, obviously eager to escape the awkwardness. “i’ll head in too. hopefully find something to drink that isn’t stacked full with caffeine…”

  both shut their doors behind them, leaving only you and sakusa. a part of you hoped that he would’ve left the car with them, instead of bringing in a palpable tension that lingers in your lungs. you stare out your window, steadying your breath despite feeling your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. every sour part of you wants to look back at him. but every knowledgeable part of you knows otherwise.

  “can we just talk-”

  “sakusa… please don’t bring it up.”

  “y/n, i just want to know what really happened. i feel like we just left and nothing was every actually solved, like a real relationship should be.”

  “what are you talking about? i just wanted to be loved, okay? i loved you so much, i felt it so hard in my heart,” you turn to look at him, one hand pressed against his bag, the other bawled up in a fist against your chest, “and all you ever did was leave. emotionally, physically. and it hurt, and god it hurt so much! but it’s over now.”

  sakusa reaches his hand for yours, stopping when he sees your hand recline slowly. “i don’t want it to be over, and i did love you, i still love you-”

  “stop it, sakusa. you don’t still love me, we are just seeing each other after a long time and it stirs things up,” you shake your head, staring at him, feeling your toes curl within your shoes.

  “i have loved you since the day i met you and i have never stopped, do not discredit that. do not discredit that it was just not the right time for us but it could be now,” sakusa takes his headphones off his neck and hang them on the back of the seat between you. 

  “this is the most passionate you have ever been about our relationship and that’s saying something. every time you say you love me, it breaks my heart. and the worst part? i’d always let you break my heart. so, please, stop. before we do something we both regret,” you bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing, eyes blinking to try to rid them of any heavy tears.

  sakusa scoots his hand towards yours, finally noticing that you’re not moving away. intertwining his fingers with yours, he nods, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “then let’s just sit here, i don’t want to break your heart again. i never did.”

  “deep down i know. i always have, so, i’m content with sitting here with you. you can’t really regret hand holding, can you?”

  “i never could with you.”

a/n: happy birthday @lale-txt <33 was gonna apologize for the angst but i know you like it so I won’t 👀 but anyways ily i hope your birthday has been splendid gen. taglist (open): @maybespiderman @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy @cherrysurf

[teho0p]

a night out

sub! seonghwa, a lot of plot sorry guys, mlm, fingers in mouth, gay sex (duh), alcohol mentioned, degradation (not super heavy), fluff, crying, unprotected, fingering, hand job, the whole nine yards, you get the point, I'm pretty sure I have some mistakes here but I'm too lazy to read trough it rn

You, your boyfriend, and the rest of ateez went out to drink. it wasn't a special occasion it was just a random friday, and the guys had the weekend off tomorrow, so most of them wanted to get as drunk as possible before another week of work starts. You, on the other hand, just tagged along, knowing someone had to be sober enough to get them home in one peace.

i sat next to my boyfriend seonghwa, who was downing his 5th glass of soju by now while I was still on my second, not in the mood to get plastered. the table was loud. All the guys were having all sorts of conversations between themselves, plus the music that was playing over the bar speakers. sure it was a lot, but it's kind of what I sighed up for when I started dating seonghwa, so I was in no place to complain. as time passed by, the whole group was extremely drunk, maybe apart from jongho, who seemed to be in the best state among the group, excluding me. seonghwa leaned against my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist his cheeks were a bit flushed, and hair was slightly messy. it was a cute sight for sure. "You okay??" I leaned closer to him, making sure he could hear me as I looked down at him, moving some hair out his face so I could see him better. he hummed a smile on his face, his eyes closed. I couldn't tell if he was falling asleep or was just way too drunk. "Come on, let's get you guys home" I said as I glanced at jongho, who was sitting relatively close and gestured for him to get going and helping me gather everyone. thankfully, he got the cue, and soon enough, everyone was up on their feet, the alcohol and food paid for. half the group went home, and the other half went on their own going to karaoke if I heard correctly. seonghwa chose to stay with me and crash at my apartment for the night, which I didn't mind in the slightest.

the walk to my apartment wasn't long as I lived 10 minutes away, and thankfully, seonghwa wasn't a super crazy drunk, so he was easy to keep in check. halfway through the walk, he stopped and took his phone out, handing it to me. I looked at him confused. "What am I supposed to do??" i asked, waiting for an answer as I watched him fix his hair a bit before he responded "take some photos. I need to post something for atiny." I hummed and nodded, understanding my job as I took some photos for him, hoping they would be boyfriend enough for his fans. "okay that should work" I said handing him his phone back watching as he scrolled through them a pleased look on his face before placing the phone back in his pocket and intertwining our hands together "I like them". the rest of the walk went smoothly, both of us talking and enjoying the company of one another. it wasn't often we got one on one time like this, especially since he was the busy idol he was, so I cherished moments like this.

Once we made it to my apartment, he instantly collapsed on my sofa sprawled out the best to his abilities on the soft surface. I chuckled at the sight and went into the kitchen, getting him a cold glass of water and making a simple sandwich as an attempt to sober him up a bit. I came into the living room placing both on the coffee table as I moved his legs off the sofa taking a seat next to him leaning back against the backrest "drink and eat so your not crazy hungover tomorrow" I said patting his thigh waiting for him to sit up normally and at minimum drink the water. After a bit, he did end up sitting up his hair a big mess, but I didn't comment on it seeing no point in it.

seonghwa finished the glass and ate half the sandwich before calling it done, he sat back against the sofa looking at you, his face still a bit flush from all the alcohol he consumed before. you didn't push it as there was no point. seonghwa leaned against you, wrapping his hands around your waist again as he nuzzled his head into the crock of your neck. your own hands made their way around him, pulling him in closer as you both just cuddled for a bit, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of each others touch. as you both sat there all of a sudden you felt seonghwas lips on your neck. it was sudden and not something you expected, but you weren't too opposed to it. his hands moved from your waist to your chin as he pulled away looking at you with his pretty brown eyes that where now lingering with lust "it's been a while since we've done anything...I'm pent up" he said going straight to the point as he got on top of you sitting down on your lap.

as he sat down on my lap, I placed my hands on his hips, looking up at him a bit unsure as I didn't wanna do anything with him if he was drunk. "Are you sure, baby?? you don't seem sober enough to make decisions like this" I said, moving my hands up and down his sides, wanting a verbal answer from him before we actually did anything. he nodded, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I'm sober enough, stop worrying Y/n" I was still a bit uncertain, but what's the worst that could happen. I stared up at him, my eyes darting between his lips and his eyes. seonghwa noticed and took action kissing me first. I returned the kiss immediately as I moved my hands to his back, pulling him closer to me. the kiss slowly got more intense as I licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he gave. I dominated the kiss, sitting up a bit as my hands found their way to the hem of his gray jumper. I pulled away from the kiss, pulling the jumper off as I put my lips to work, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, making sure I left some marks as well. seonghwas hands made their way to my hair, tugging at it as he moaned lightly at the feeling, tilting his head back, giving me more access. I felt the bulge in his pants rub against mine as he was slowly getting more desperate, so I pulled away and changed positions so his back was against the sofa, and I was on top of him. his hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. I returned it but pulled away shortly after as I undid his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. his cock sprung up leaking pre-cum as I stroked him slowly watching his face contort into pleasure moans filling the room from him. I picked up the pace watching him squirm under my touch. I leaned over, capturing his lips into mine, swallowing his moans, knowing it wouldn't take long for him to reach his climax, which I wasn't planning on giving him the pleasure of reaching just yet. Once I felt him buckling his hips up, I pulled away, completely leaving him on the edge. he looked at me a very desperate look on his face. "Why did you pull away? I was so close," he said, wining at the loss of contact. I chuckled. "Not yet, baby. we haven't even gotten to the fun part"

I placed my hand on his chin making him look at me as I tapped his lip with my thumb wanting him to open his mouth which he happily did wrapping a hand around my wrist as I put pointer and middle finger in his mouth his saliva coating the fingers. Once I felt that the fingers were wet enough, I pulled them out, giving him a kiss as I brought the fingers to his hole, inserting them in stretching him, making sure he was somewhat ready for me. seonghwa moaned into the kiss, a hand tangling in my hair as the other one clawed at my back and shoulders as I picked up the pace, making sure to hit his prostate his legs shaking from pleasure. I pulled away from the kiss, listening to him moan and cry. I pulled my fingers out and finally got undressed myself my own cock hard and leaking. I lined myself up with his entrance and slowly entered "fuck your still so tight" I groaned looking at him searching for any sign of discomfort only being met with moans and a desperate look on my boyfriends face "move please, fuck please move" I did as he asked moving slowly earning moans from the both of us his walls clenching around me, his nails digging into my shoulders.

I picked up the pace, his moans, the sound of skin slapping, grunts, and cries filled my living room. "you take my cock so don't you slut?" I say slowing down to keep him on edge my thrusts slow but deep. I saw some tears rolling down his cheeks but it didn't seem to be pain as he nodded agreeing with my words whimpers rolling off his tongue. "y/n please...please go faster.." he pleased his words desperate as more tears rolled down his cheeks. it was obvious he was close. I picked up the pace just as he asked with only a few thrusts "im close!!" he warned. I sped up and he ended up coming undone his cum covering his abdomen as I followed shortly with my own climax coming inside of him.

I pulled out and collapsed next to him, both of us panting and sweaty. I ran a hand trough my hair seonghwa doing the same "that was...very good" I said turning to look at him as he nodded "agreed" I sat up a bit looking at him studying him to see if he was hurt in any way. he knew me well enough to know what I was doing and looking for "I'm not hurt y/n don't worry" he said a smile on his face as I sighed and layed back down wrapping an arm around him pulling his back to my chest spooning him "well clean up tomorrow" I said my words a bit mumbled as I placed my head in the crock of his neck knowing we where both too tired to do anything at the moment.

"I love you, honey" seonghwa said, his voice quiet as he was on the brink of sleeping

"I love you too, baby" I responded both of us, drifting off to sleep happy and content.

[pooplyface1423]

DUSK TILL DAWN PT 3

Shadow x reader (platonic)

Warnings ⚠️:none

Taglist

@bluefang1 @fawnsies @sabakarp @z3zabytez @ellaprime7 @buddee @star-maker-rain-dancer @generousdiamond @whoisgami

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Sometimes During your sleep you'd have what you'd write as “nighttime terrors”.Everyone in a while you'd wake up in the middle of the night panting and sweating your breath heavy tears streaming down you face.It was to much to handle you felt like a burden to everyone even to the one you'd call your closest friend shadow…

The nighttime terrors would consist of you in the day before the accident trying any possible way to save your parents but ultimately failing each time, always feel the guilt eating you alive…

Shadow has helped through everything, snapping you out of it. And helping you fall back asleep.Though it made you feel better, it still made you think you were a bother to his life.

It started to get to you…

And shadow took notice

He felt like he had to do something or tell you something

But he didn't really know how to express it.

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One night he decided he had to do something about it

It was happening again. You were trying to convince your parents not to go. And then shadow noticed and walked up to your bed in a quick motion and softly shook you awake

Opening your eyes you saw his worried face and started to quietly sob. He pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back crying into his chest fur he gave you small pats on the back saying stuff like “shhh it's okay I'm here y/n” “ everything will be okay” “ your safe with us”

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Even though you could only feel the vibrations of his chest, you felt safe.As your breath going back to normal shadow layed you back down and was thinking of going back to his bed when you held his wrist making him look back

*pats bed*

You were asking him to stay with you for a while and he didn't deny your request. Getting next to you he laid down and you quickly brought him into a hug which he aswell didnt deny.

You quickly fall asleep ur head on top of shadow chest.Shadow forgot how nice caring for someone felt.

Ever since he woke up again, he didn't expect to care for anyone as much as he did for her..

As he was dozeing off to sleep, he kept patting your back, making sure your breathing was steady.making sure you felt safe

*Dozes off*

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Early in the morning Maddie decided to wake everyone up for what she called an “adventure”

After waking sonic Tails and knuckles she asked sonic to wake shadow and you up.

He did slowly tho Since the hedgehog just woke up he wasnt In the mood to run so early.

As he opend the door the dight of you and shadow cuddling made him go in awe .

*snapps a picture*

Puts his phone down next to your nightstand and cuddles next to you guys.

Making you twich but not wake up thankfully

As you shadow and sonic were in deep sleep once again maddie wondered what was taking so long.

*they should be at the dining table already*

She thought being occupied with washing some cups from the day before. She sent Tails to check up on them.

*opens the door*

Sees the the three of you guys sleeping so soundly and comfortable and omg he couldn't resist the temptation of going back to sleep next to you guys and cuddled on top of you his weight not being much to disturb your sleep.

Once again Maddie was a bit distraught on why they were taking long so she sent knuckles.

(I think we can see where this is going)

As he opend the door he saw you sonic shadow and tails all cramped up on the bed and decided to hop in too.

“What the heck are they doing over there?”

“Whats wrong?” Asked tom as he walked In after a quick shower

“Well..”she explains the whole thing

“Oh well lets go check up on them”

“Yea i think we should” she says as they walk up to shadow And your bedroom

*Tom opens the door*

The sight was so *adorable* in his words

Seeing all the kids sleeping soundly brought joy to both his and Maddie heart

Snapping a quick picture who am i kidding!? They took hundreds

Slowly you woke up feeling a small weight on top of you was wierd.Until you saw it was the fluffly little fox tails.

Quickly Shadow woke Up in a state of pure shock as the people he lived with saw him in such a vulnerable state

Everyone else woke up in the same shock

Seeing this you cracked a small chuckle followed by everyone laughing.

Even tho you couldn't hear it you knew it was a happy moment.

Turning to shadow you saw a small smile peer through his face.He looked up to you seeing you smile back.

He quickly returned to his neutral face as everyone got of your bed.

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TYSM FOR READING!!

Finally finished, wow. I'm so happy for all the support this mini series has gotten so far.

[ravennaortiz]

hello again :3 i was wondering if i could make another request for juicy january? i was hoping. i could request something with dark!jealous!juice and a bit of domestic abuse? whatever level you are comfortable with is fine, i don’t wanna push your boundaries! maybe reader was out late at a bar for the first time in a LONG time and left their baby with juice, and came home smelling like another guy’s cologne? and juice automatically thinks the worst. maybe he grabs her hair or pushes her down, making sure she knows her place. feel free to change any details! thank you!

Love Gone Sour

Summary: You and Juice had always been the talk of the clubhouse and Charming as a whole. You two had a love and relationship that everyone wanted. A love that was unbreakable, untouchable and to last forever.....until one night it all went sour.

As always 18+. Domestic Violence

Juice grinned as he watched you shoot finger guns into the camera at the front door. He shook his head as he said goodnight to the guys he had been gaming with and turned off his game station. By the time he had cleaned up his gaming space he could hear you softly singing party in the usa as you made your way up the stairs.

Grabbing your keys from the front door he closed and locked it. Grabbing your discarded jacket as he programmed the alarm code in.

“Juicy” you called from the top of the stairs you had been crawling up.

“Yeah babe?” inquired Juice with an amused grin. He loved seeing you carefree like this. Ever since your guys son had been born both of you had been wrapped up in him. Learning how to be parents and keep a living being alive. Neither of you had had much time for getting out especially you as you had been breast feeding until a couple of months ago.

“I love you” you called as you laid back, letting your legs fall open, the skirt you wore giving him a peek of your pink thong.

“I love you too” he called as he started to climb the stairs grabbing your discarded heels as he went. Laughing as he watched you flip over and wiggle up onto your knees. The glint of mischief in your eyes telling him he was going to be in for it tonight. You then giggled as you took off in a weird stumble, run crawl thing down the hall to where your son was asleep.

Juice heard his phone ring from the bedroom and went to see who it was as he heard you talking to your son through the baby monitor. God how he had lucked out with you he thought to himself. The urge to put another baby in you as he watched you gently caress your sons cheek before blowing him a kiss and stumbling out of the room was high. Juice hit ignore on his phone when he saw it was Jax. The club knew better than to call this late now that he was a dad. He had been firm on needing to be home by six every night and not being called for club business after eight.

By the time you were in the doorway to your room you were clothed in just the pink thong. Juice stared in awe at you as you swayed unsteadily, you never failed to take his breath away after all these years. No other woman had or would ever hold a candle to you.

“Figured… you  just pull em to the side daddy” you hiccupped and giggled as you attempted to sexy walk to the bed.

“Think we may need to sober you up a bit love” laughed Juice as you tried crawling up the bed where he had sat down. Juice took pity on you and leaned to grab you and pull you up.

Anything you were saying was lost as he caught a scent of cologne. Overpowering male cologne. Cologne that was not fucking his. Juices heart rate sped up and so did his breathing.

“How could you” he growled his grip on your arms tight.

“What?” you started but were caught off as Juice grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back making you cry out. His eyes traveling your neck looking for marks.

“Juice your hurting me” you cried as tears welled and spilled down your cheeks.

“You’re hurt?” snapped Juice as he pushed you away from him roughly. The force and your drunken nature sent you falling off the bed and onto your wrist hard. You cried out as pain shot up your arm roughly. The only sounds you sobs and Juices phone as it rang again. “I let you go out and this is how you repay me? After all I’ve done for you?” he continued his angry tirade as he came around the bed grabbing you by your hair again. He muttered incoherently as he dragged you across the carpet, your skin burning as he went. He ignored your protest as he made his way to the bathroom, giving the door a sharp kick that had it flying into the wall hard enough to leave a hole.

“Fuck another man then come home to me and my son smelling like him?” he continued as he let go off you and turned the shower on. “Stop crying before you wake my child” he growled as he turned around grabbing your jaw roughly. Your eyes locked on his angry brown ones. You felt like he was burning you alive as he looked at you. Your head was swimming with alcohol and confusion.

“Juice…baby” you murmured as you raised your uninjured hand to try and caress his cheek but he just slapped it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me with your dirty whore hands” he growled before standing up and dragging you into the shower. He held you by your head on the floor as he poured body wash all over you. Grabbing your scrub brush he scrubbed your skin roughly making you push and flail to get away. The ringing of the doorbell could just barely be heard over your cries and his orders of shut the fuck up.

“Stay here” he growled as he let go of you and turned the water off. Tossing a towel onto you he stormed out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

“What?” he demanded as he yanked the door open. A wide eyed Jax staring at him.

“Your girl left her purse and phone in the van. Figured she would want it tonight not tomorrow. No need to bite my fucking head off” laughed Jax as he held out your purse and phone.

As he took the items he caught a whiff of the cologne again. Cold dread filled his stomach as he looked up at Jax.

“Fuck. It was your turn for ladies night pick up. I gotta go” stated Juice as he quickly shut the door in Jax’s face and bolted up the stairs. What had he done he thought to himself as he crashed into the bathroom tossing your purse and phone to the floor.

“Baby, baby I’m so sorry. Baby come here” he soothed as he pulled your sobbing form off the tub floor and into his arms. His heart breaking as you flinched and tensed. Mumbling please don’t hurt me anymore as you continued to cry and shake.

Next Day

“So what happened again?” asked Tara as you sat in the exam room. Your wrist swollen and angry looking.

“Fell in the shower. Couldn’t get up and kinda fell again” you mumbled trying your best to maintain eye contact with your friend. You knew if she became suspicious she would tell Jax and then who knows what would happen. You were used to Juice being jealous and possessive and had always found it charming and loving. Until last night when you were the one in the hitting range. In all the years you two had been together he had never said a hard word to you let alone laid a hand on you. You didn’t know what to do. If it happens once it’ll happen again is what they always say right?

Two Weeks Later

“Laddie” stated Chibs as he, Jax and Gemma stepped into Juices house. The place was a mess. Like Juice who was busy feeding his son who kept smacking the spoon away.

“Did she?” started Juice as he eagerly stood up. Hoping you would be behind them. His smile fading as he saw you were not.

“Tell us what really happened baby. She wouldn’t have just left for no reason. She would never leave you or the baby without a fight” stated Gemma as she sat next to him and patted his knee.

“I….I…..” started Juice as he started crying. “I hurt her and she left. She left cause she was scared of me. She told me she would have taken our son but she knew I’d search for them if she did. She doesn’t know I love her and it was an accident. You guys have to help me find her and fix this” begged Juice as the three exchanged looks.

[cherrygirlfriend]

ᯓ★ meet the family

pairing: kook!reader x bf!pope synopsis: reader meets pope's friends for the first time. warnings / tags: fluff! wc: 600 a/n; originally posted 08/22/2024

you were sitting at your vanity, looking into the reflection and trying to make sure that not even one hair on your head was out of place. you could see your boyfriend in the reflection, laying on your bed with his phone in his hand, and you looked at him through the mirror, your brows furrowed in question "do you think i look okay?"

pope turned his attention and looked at you through the mirror, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to make sense of what you were saying, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head. "what?" you asked with a small frown as you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, who was now burying his head into your pillow, laughing.

"baby, you know i always think you look gorgeous." he said once he had laughed enough.

but even your boyfriend's sweet, assuring words couldn't calm your racing mind, and you continued to pout at him through the mirror while applying blush to your cheeks.

you knew that none of pope's friends were too fond of kooks, thinking that most of them were privileged stuck-up assholes, and you were worried that they'd hate you even before they even had the chance to meet you. normally you didn't really care what people thought about you, but you knew how important his friends were to him, so the moment he had even brought up the idea of meeting them, you had panicked. "babe, what if they don't like me?"

pope let out a small sigh as he approached your vanity, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at your reflections in the mirror, a reassuring smile on his lips. "they'll like you. they know how much i like you. they're all really excited to meet you, i promise. even if your lipstick is smudged, or your eyeliner wing isn't perfect."

you turned your head to look at him with wide eyes, "wait, is my lipstick smudged? is my eyeliner wing messed up?"

he laughed, before pressing his lips against yours, and while the gentle kiss caused your heart to start racing in your chest, it also managed to soothe your worries, and you wondered how someone could have such a calming effect on you?

when he pulled away from the kiss, pope tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek as he looked at you with his dark eyes, making you feel as if you were going to melt under his sweet gaze.

"you look absolutely perfect."

when you finally did meet pope's friends, you felt silly for having worried at all.

as soon as the group spotted you two, pope's friend jj had slapped him on the shoulder and congratulated him on having actually landed a pretty girlfriend, causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

and once pope had told you all of their names, you were sitting around a small fire getting to know all of them, a blanket snugly wrapped around you along with pope's arms, the boy wanting to make sure you wouldn't get cold as the night drew closer.

you were pretty quiet, preferring to listen to pope's friends talk as the boy occasionally pressed soft kisses on your temple, murmuring sweet words into your ear, the few beers he'd drank having made him even more affectionate than usual.

"are you gonna fall asleep on me?" he mumbled softly into your ear, making you chuckle as you closed your eyes, leaning against his warm chest, feeling yourself slowly succumb to slumber.

[cemeterylight]

you get sleepy steve art too

[cecoeur]

Fun for fanfic and all. But in no reality, Max irl would ever think of that Martin post. It has been 8 hours, almost half the drivers on the grid posted about him. Pierre fucking gasly did it, of all people! And we are to think Max is tossing and turning in his sleep over Daniel? No, you know where he is? He is bloody streaming. Yeah, when his organisation is nailing the final nails to Daniel’s legacy (after they have done the same to Daniel’s career) all he had to offer was a comment on daniel’s post. Daniel was good for him as long as he picked up that one point that his shitty teammate couldn’t do. Max, like the rest of red bull, will think of Daniel as a footnote for their “bigger picture”.

Listen. This is not going to be an eloquent response but here goes. I get that you’re upset but this take…it ain’t it, bud.

The absolute last person I’m worried about having Daniel’s back in this or any situation is Max Verstappen. Max has been a genuine friend to Daniel from the beginning and equating his social media engagement or him living his life (?) to his level of love or respect for Daniel as a person and a driver is shortsighted and incredibly unfair.

Max was THE only person in the RedBull “family” over the weekend supporting Daniel during what was clearly a mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausting weekend. We heard and saw proof of that on multiple occasions.

If you don’t want to take my word for it, take Daniel’s. He said many times in multiple interviews after the race on Sunday (and before) what max has done for him and meant to him over the years.

Most of all I think it’s important to remember that just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. The most meaningful interactions are not broadcast for the entire internet to see and consume because quiet frankly that’s not the fucking point.

[lucyvaleheart]

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