#I will not shut up next week when the full song comes out

[froliginal]

Still can’t believe I woke up today to see mga doing the op for cour 2 🥹

[kitten4sannie]

middle of the night

pairing: boyfriend! san x fem! reader

genre: pure smut

summary: these days, san can never seem to get a good night’s rest, that is, until he’s able to completely unload himself inside his pretty little girlfriend. good thing you‘re laying right next to him.

w.c: 2.1k

warnings: mean dom! san, subby painslut! reader, both of these mfs are nymphos, somno that turns into full blown sex (they have an established agreement and there is strict consent involved), san’s got a big curved cock as per usual, pet names/name calling, praise/degradation, manhandling, tit play, spit, finger sucking, pussy slapping, marking, possessiveness, spanking, vaginal/anal sex also known as the two for one special <3 (psa: never switch from ass to pussy irl btw), rough altered missionary/doggy/back to missionary, san puts reader in a headlock (muahahahah), creampies, squirting, breeding kink, bulge kink, dumbification, brief oral, san eats his own cum out of reader, this is really filthy btw i should be locked up :3c

a/n: i literally can’t stop writing bc of the horneee that is constantly brought upon me against my will 😞 it’s all san’s fault </3 also i realized i’ve only written one fic about somno like two thousand years ago even tho it’s in my top ten kinks so i gotta fix that <3 *screams* i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed coming up with it~

song recs: angel by massive attack - beware by deftones (GRRRRRRRR BARK BARK)

San couldn’t seem to stop tossing and turning in bed, forcing his eyes shut and waiting for one side of his pillow to grow far too hot for comfort, before letting out a frustrated groan and rolling onto his other side, his cheek squished against the feathered pillow. Squinting at the glowing analog clock on the bedside table across from him, San blinked a few times, his eyes getting used to the darkness inside the room. It was already nearing dawn and he still hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. There had to be some kind of solution.

It was then that you shifted besides him, emitting a soft moan and rolling onto your back, your loose tank top lowered just enough so that one of your tits had popped out of it, creating another obstacle for San to overcome, one that wouldn’t let him fall asleep until he confronted it.

“Fuck,” San whispered to himself, pushing the covers down far enough to confirm his growing problem. With half-closed, tired eyes, your boyfriend watched his cock repeatedly throb upwards against his loose black sweatpants, as if it was begging him to do something, and quick.

Hs thought back to a conversation you had earlier that week, one you brought up after he had just got done fucking you all over the house in every position imaginable. Like many of your sex marathons, it was initiated because of something simple — you being bent over the washing machine to fill it up with a load of detergent, which, of course, led to San filling you up with his own load in every possible area of your house, including the back patio when you tried to water your poor succulents.

“Sannie, you might as well fuck me when I’m asleep too, at this point,” you giggled, running your fingers through San’s soaked hair, admiring the way he looked in between your legs, with his mouth and tongue exploring your leaking, cum-filled cunt.

“You mean that, angel? My dumb slut wants me to fuck her even dumber in her sleep?” he asked in between licks, humming softly as he continued to languidly clean you up after the destruction he caused to your used hole. It was his favorite pastime, besides rearranging your insides and painting them white with his seed, of course.

Moaning at his mean words, you tugged on his hair, rubbing your soaked pussy in his face like you always did. “Yes, I mean it, baby. Now, shut up and clean up your mess.”

Before San knew it, he was hovering over you, your thighs wide open and resting against his own, your loose, nonexistent sleep shorts tossed to the side so that he could eagerly rub his slick cock along your plush folds, his thick, calloused fingers exploring every inch of your heated skin, groping at your soft thighs, your hips and waist, eventually getting distracted by your tits, rolling your tank top up over them until they spilled out into his greedy hands. He squeezed and rolled them around, bringing his drooling mouth down to your chest to drag his hot tongue up and over your tits until they shined with his spit, pinching your puffy nipples in between his teeth until you whined out in your sleep, feeling your arousal leak out onto his pulsing cock when he finally pushed inside.

“Mmn, my angel is such a good little cocksleeve, so fucking wet for me even in her sleep,” San sighed lovingly to himself, sucking one of your tits into his mouth, spitting on it for good measure, before exchanging it for the other, moaning around your soft flesh, his eyes never leaving your pretty flushed face, even though you weren’t even awake to look down at him.

Unable to hold himself back, he began to buck his hips wildly into you like he always ended up doing when your tight, warm cunt sucked him in the way it did, the headboard beginning to bang loudly against the wall behind it. Grunting, San licked up from your spit-laced chest to your neck, sucking and biting into it, leaving his mark on you. “My baby, my sweet girl, you’re mine, all mine, even when you’re dreaming,” he whispered against your slick skin, slowly pulling back when he heard the breathy gasps you were letting out turn into full-blown moans.

“S-sannieee, I’m so full,” you voiced in a sleepy tone, reaching up to rub your tired eyes, studying your boyfriend’s rosy cheeks and lips, the way his drenched hair stuck to his forehead, a few drops of sweat landing on your face, unable to look away from his intensely dark, lust-filled gaze. “Is my pussy making Sannie go crazy?”

A low growl erupted from San’s throat, a vein starting to grow taut against his skin, now that he was pounding into you with abandon, reaching up underneath your thighs to forcibly fold you in half like you were nothing but a doll for him to use. “Your slutty cunt always drives me crazy, princess, so be good and take responsibility, hm?”

Barely able to breath now that you were akin to origami, your brain grew delightfully fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, encouraging the hazy, half-asleep state you were still in and the oversized cock that was being driven relentlessly into your cervix to work in tandem until pleasure overtook your body to the point of orgasm. “Fuck, Sannie, baby, fffuuck, I’m cumming…!”

“Oh, my dirty girl, creaming yourself so soon?” San mused with his lips quirked into a shit-eating grin, his dimples and canine teeth on display. Just as your eyes begin to disappear underneath your fluttering eyelids, San suddenly grabbed you by the chin, reaching down in between your sweaty bodies to smack his hand down roughly against your spasming cunt. “Look at me when you’re squirting on my cock, baby. You know better.”

“S-sannie, it’s so, oh my god–” you cried out, opening your mouth to moan and instead feeling his thumb slide over your tongue, your lips closing around it. You continued to suck on his thumb as he fucked you through your first mind melting orgasm of the night, biting into it when he smacked your cunt again with his free hand.

“Owww, bad girl.” San watched you lick and suck on his thumb with a lecherous smile plastered on his red, sweaty face, rubbing his other thumb roughly into your puffy clit, rolling it in circles until he felt your thighs trembling nonstop against his moving body, suddenly stopping his movements to sheath himself fully inside you, groaning heavily as he flooded your pulsing cunt with his hot load. “Mm, you feel that, princess? I’m pumping all my cum into this slutty womb of yours, so I can get you nice and knocked up for me…You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Just as he pulled his thumb out of your drooling mouth, you clasped your hands onto his cheeks, looking up at him hearts in your teary eyes, and begging, “Yes, Sannie, I like it, love it so much. Can I have more?”

And there it was. You might’ve been the love of his life and his beautiful angel of a girlfriend, but you were still his personal breeding bitch at the end of the day — and in the middle of this hazy, sleepless night.

“Oh, yeah?” San hummed, slowly pulling out of you and running his fingers through his wet hair, just for it to fall back into his half-lidded eyes, watching as his cum began to flood out of your gaped, fluttering hole. He wanted nothing more than to eat it out of you, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting the warm saltiness mixed with your sweet squirt on his lips, but he still had to pursue his mission of pleasing his baby. “My little slut still hasn’t had enough?”

“No, Sannieee, I need your cock in my other breeding hole. Please?” you whined softly, pouting up at him, hoping you’d get your way now that you were fired up and desperate for him to fill and own as many of your holes as he could before the both of you fell victim to drowsiness.

San closed his eyes to ground himself for a second, not even fully prepared for the filth that you exuded, despite being quite the pervert himself. When he opened his eyes back up, he looked down, his curved cock now painfully stiff and twitching upwards into his heaving abdomen, somewhat winded from how hard he had been fucking you just a moment ago. “Head down, ass up, little slut. Don’t make me ask twice.”

And just like that, you were lying with your head pressed into bed, drooling heavily from both ends, getting saliva onto the arousal stained mattress, your sopping wet cunt pushing out all of San’s load and causing it to drip down your inner thighs, your weak, bruised knees wobbling beneath you, your ass being relentlessly pounded into by your ravenous boyfriend. “Gonna cum, gonna cum–”

Your warning was cut off by a sharp gasp, just as San’s hand collided with the side of your reddened ass, his fingers grabbing into the soft, sensitive flesh until you whimpered pathetically. “You’re such a filthy slut, aren’t you?” he growled between gritted teeth, smacking the other side of your ass and making you cry out before you could answer him properly. He suddenly pulled out of your ass and forced himself back into your cunt, stuffing you completely full, hunching over you so that he could put you in a headlock, loose enough so that you remained conscious, but tight enough so that you could feel deliciously dizzy. “You’re my filthy slut. All mine to fuck raw, to ruin, to breed. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered hoarsely, opening your mouth up to accept his tongue inside when he closed in on you, feeling breathless once he manipulated your body until you were back underneath him, your legs near your head, his cock so deep inside your cunt that the tip of it created a prominent bulge inside your stomach, one that San was already palming as he began to shudder, his lips, teeth and tongue attacking your neck again to leave more marks, darker ones that you would have to put concealer over before you went to work the following morning. “That’s it, that’s it, cum inside me, San, please, make me yours!”

“You’ve been mine since the beginning, angel, but I’ll make you mine again, and again, and again,” San exhaled onto your lips, wrapping his arms protectively around you, his cock completely sheathed inside you, his tip just about kissing the entrance of your cervix, your bodies so entangled together, neither of you knew where the other began. You gazed into each other’s hazy eyes, moaning into each other’s open mouths, as another seemingly endless flood of thick, hot cum claimed your womb. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts.”

“I love you too, San,” you sighed back, caressing his heated face, your fingers slipping into his hair just as he began to lower himself down, shuddering at the sensation of his lips and teeth making their mark on your chest, abdomen, hips, then gasping when he made his way to your center, his hot tongue slipping inside your pulsing cunt.

Like every time before, San ate his warm load out of you like a starved man, his nose nudging your sensitive clit as he moved his head in an up and down motion, coaxing more of the saltiness onto his tongue, reaching up to rapidly rub your clit just because he could, pleased with the way you began to cry and shake, your warm squirt pouring down his throat. He swallowed it all down with a low, pleased groan, dragging his tongue up and over your used, puffy cunt to collect the last few drops of nectar, before he finally felt tired enough to collapse down onto the bed next to you.

With the last ounce of his strength, he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips, letting you taste your combined essence. “Bedtime?” San whispered, cradling and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, looking at you with a fondness that bordered obsession. He chuckled softly, giving you a dimpled smile. “I promise I won’t wake you up again.”

“You won’t wake me up, but you still might fuck me in my sleep? Huh, nympho?” you teased jokingly, cradling his face back, so close that you breathed in the same air, your eyes never leaving his, despite how heavy your eyelids began to feel. “I need my sleep, you know.”

San was in a similar state, starting to drift off, his hands leaving your face so that he could wrap them protectively around you. “Sorry, baby. I’ll try to be quieter next time,” he murmured, letting out a soft giggle, pressing a kiss to your lips just as his eyes began to close. “Just don’t be mad at me when you wake up with my cock still inside you…”

Leaving a kiss on his nose, your eyes started to close as well, completely relaxing into your boyfriend’s warm embrace. “I’ll be mad if it’s not still inside me.”

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[n0vazsq]

Sweetest Pie | LN4 x Reader

pairing . . . lando norris x singer!reader

summary . . . Mclaren invites you to come watch the Miami Grand Prix with them after the release of your song. However, some fans notice you being there is more than just a guest appearance

request . . . no!!

word count . . . N/A

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . dua lipa my beloved

alexavia yaps . . . on the smau grind gng woohoo!! did you spot the refrences i made?? i love love love love dua so ofc i had to do a smau with her!!! its kinda shitty and rushed but i wont be uploading ANYTHING until wed so thats why i kinda rushed it

yourusername

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yourusername i'll drive and you just lay back - sweetest pie out in all music streaming apps right now! Tagged: theestallion

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username1 IM SO HYPEDDDDDDDDD

username2 i just know this is going to HIT

username3 from the teaser it sounds good

username4 IM SO GLAD I GOT THE DELUXE VER

username5 gorgeous

username6 mothered so hard a f1 driver appeared in her likes

username7 my GOD shes stunning

username8 LANDO???

username9 i cant wait to listen to this 24/7 holy shit

theestallion loved working with you so much!

yourusername thank you!! i loved working with you too!

username10 how does it feel to be a goddess y/n

username11 the music video.

username12 had me on my KNEES

username13 screaming crying throwing up

username14 im giggling at the lyrics

username15 i need more ASAP

username16 this song live will hit so hard

username17 I KNOWWWWW

username18 man im itching to get this on

username19 im never shutting about this for like another 6 weeks

username20 watch her disappear for like 2 more years just to drop another banger

username21 stop why is lando in the likes

username22 he has a crushhhh

username23 MEOW

username24 y/n im single btw hmu

username25 as if

username26 she doesnt interact with us commoners

username27 i need to know who shes singing about

username28 oh to be in a relationship with her

madisonbeer already have this playing on repeat

yourusername i love you

madisonbeer love you more

username29 WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF

username30 DIED. DECEASED. GONE. ROTTING.

mclaren

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mclaren surprise guest for the miami gp! welcome the famous singer y/n! Tagged: yourusername

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yourusername would've loved to be in orange but it isn't my colour </3

lando don't worry you look beautiful in everything

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mclaren don't worry y/n! you still looked beautiful!

username31 LANDO!?!??!?!

username32 SIR.

username33 okay so im not schizo and lando did comment hitting on y/n

username34 living the dream

username35 they better blast her song or im suing

username36 sigh i wish i was her

username37 another celebrity who doesn't know anything about f1

username38 they should just give these tickets to people who actually want them

username39 wasnt y/n a f1 fan since she was a kid???

username40 she was idk what these idiots are yapping about

username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

username42 woah

username43 can she like marry me idk

username44 can't wait for the race tomorrow ahhhhhhhh

username45 imagine if lando wins

username46 she's his good luck charm then

username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her

username48 STUNNING.

username49 ate up everyone frrrr

username50 LANDO BAG HER UPPPP

username51 he better before we do

username52 frr omg

username53 the next it wag

username54 when i sleep i see her in my dreams

username55 y/n has 4 albums and 4 singles, lando's number is 4. hes winning the miami gp

username56 y/n dont forget us when you become the no.1 artist

username57 shes my kind of woman

username58 id let her hit me with lando's car

username59 i'd let lando hit me with y/n's car

username60 queen

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lando

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lando my good luck charm

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yourusername has posted two stories !

caption 1: HE DID IT!!!!! // caption 2: celebrating the golden boy

yourusername

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yourusername he called me his good luck charm and i wrote a song about him Tagged: lando

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username71 WHAT?!?!??!?!?!

username72 IT COUPLE

username73 ew

username74 like why him???

username75 ATEEEEE

username76 WTF IM IN LOVEEEE

username77 PARACOSICL REKARIJSHP

username78 MOMMY AND DADDY

username79 wtf

username80 i-

username81 MY SHAYLA

username82 my jaw dropped to the floor

username83 the twitter detectives KNEW

username84 frrrrrr

username85 if they ever decide to buy a pet im like right here

madisonbeer congrats to you two!

yourusername thank you!!

username86 who tf is this i came from landos insta

username87 idk but shes ugly

username88 i dont like her

username89 i dont know if i want y/n or lando to be with me

username90 screaming crying throwing up

username91 giggling blushing and kicking my feet

username92 i need a fanfic on this ASAP

username93 sTOP THEYRE SO CUTEEe

username94 y/n holding his trophy im on the FLOOR

username95 my parents

username96 no bc i feel like im intruding

username97 SHES GORGEOUS

username98 shes everything and hes just ken

username99 this fits PERFECTLY bc she acted in the barbie movie

username100 lando could do so much better ew

username101 my QUEEN

username102 ok so like when is the wedding

username103 i just know that carlos is squealing and giggling bc hes y/ns biggest fan fr

username104 madre e padre

username105 PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

username106 so like wheres lando's comment???

username107 hes saving a finale grand stopping act

username108 ROMEO AND JULIET

username109 i would be sobbing in TEARS if i heard y/n's voice in the radio

username110 NOW I NEED THAT TO HAPPEN STFU

lando i love you so much my beautiful girl

yourusername i love you more my stunning boy

lando thats impossible because i love you more than life

carlossainz55 he nearly cried when he saw you enter the mclaren hospitality

lando SHUT UP YOU MUPPET

yourusername you did??

lando you looked so gorgeous i couldn't help it

lando fuck you carlos

yourusername LANDO STOP ILYSMMM

lando I LOVE YOU MORE MY BELOVED GORGEOUS QUEEN

rebeccad_ why cant carlos be like this?

carlossainz55 ??

yourusername dont worry rebecca, ill save you

rebeccad_ my princess in shining armour

lando shes MY princess

yourusername love you lan

lando love you more

username111 straight out of a fucking romance novel

username112 if my bf isnt like him i do NOT want his ass

username113 if i was y/n you'd need an army to get me off lando

username114 if i was lando you'd need an army to get me off Y/N

username115 legit the most gorgeous couple

username116 BEST WAGGGGG

username117 oh i am itching for y/n grand prix apperances

username118 im calling it everytime she attens lando wins

username119 LANDO ONEWIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

username120 the queen and her knight

lando

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lando i might take you home with this, i might give you all of it, come get your dose of the sweetest pie. oh, this the ride of your life, hold on 'cause, baby, i might, i might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie Tagged: yourusername

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username130 sTOP

username131 im deceased

username132 HE USED HER LYRICS ABOUT HIM TO TALK ABoUT heR oH LANDO NORRIS THE MAN YOU ARE!??!??!?!!?

username133 how did he bag her wtf

username134 Y/N MY QUEEN

username135 the most gorgeous gyal

username136 if i was lando id die idk how id handle being blinded by her beauty everyday

username137 PLSSSS he really said 'fuck you' to the haters and posted them making out

username138 like did i get a subscription or....?

username139 ICONIC.

username140 its been 7 weeks & 3 days since i manifested them getting together

username141 if they break up i dont believe in love

username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL

username143 ik their kids' genetics will be INSANE

username144 SOBBING i love them sm

username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under

username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!

username147 if she doesnt make a grand prix apperance im throwing hands

username148 counting down the days tilll we get them together in the paddock

username149 MY PRINCESS

username150 if i had to be an f1 driver to get with y/n i would started karting when i was 2

username151 the aura from them is insane

username152 welcome to my world

username153 get you a man who deletes hate comments for you

username154 where can i buy a lando

username155 or a y/n

username156 MODERN. DAY. ROMEO. AND. JULIET.

username157 they need to get married ASAP

yourusername i love you so so so so much

lando forever and always

yourusername until the end

lando my favourite singer

yourusername my favourite driver

lando who wrote my favourite ever song

yourusername who won my favourite ever race

lando who wrote it for me

yourusername who dedicated it to me

lando i love you more than anything in this entire universe my princess

yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty boy

lando forever

yourusername and always

username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF

username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff

username160 ive never seen something more romantic and its in a fucking instagram comment section

username161 im actually crying

username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them

username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore

username164 you know the love is real when you dedicate your biggest achievements to each other

yourusername do you love sweetest pie?

lando i think i love it more than my win

yourusername maybe thats a bit excessive?

lando nothing is ever excessive with you

yourusername i love you

lando i love you too

username165 no i refuse bye i cant

username166 HES A SIMP BUT I FUCKING LOVE IT

username167 the a in lando starts for a lovesick fool for y/n

username168 THE WAY HE STARES AT HER>>>>>

username169 get you a man like lando

username170 hes setting the bar so high its on another altitude

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp ,, @justaf1girl ,, @awritingtree ,, @freyathehuntress ,, @chilling-seavey (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. PLEASE READ AND LOOK UP DEFINITIONS OF WARNINGS FOR FURTHER CLARIFICATION. HUGE TW FOR THIS CHAPTER. CSA (only mentioned, not described), heavy angst, mentions of family death and family issues, fluff, panic attacks, showering together, and more prolly tbh

A/N: Conan gray is my bitch. Loosely inspired by this song because mf I don't got a Marylou and Jimmy irl </3

With love and big tits, Rose

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P27: Feel Alive

“Baby?” 

Usually, the sweet pet name would make my stomach swirl with butterflies, but right now it doesn’t really feel like anything.

It’s been like this for days, and those days have felt like weeks, if not months. Numb. My brain, my heart, and every one of my senses has turned unresponsive—like some sort of plastic wrap suffocating me in my own skin that crawls with disgust everytime a slight memory of Baylen’s words about my dad echo in my head.

“Hey, are you okay?” Chris asks, walking around the corner of the couch before plopping down on the cushion next to me, his hand on my knee as his brows furrow. 

I can’t help but shift under his touch. The warmth of his hand doesn’t feel bad, it just feels off—like there’s some sort of rushing anxiety that all the memories of my dad touching me as a kid are gonna spontaneously come back to me at any given contact.

That’s how it works apparently. When Baylen had said everything, I felt something shift inside of me. It was like he unlocked a certain part of my brain that could remember feeling so confused as a child. 

Blurry memories and haunting scenes of the past made my bedroom unlivable. Baylen understood when I left and packed a bag. I’m not sure what the plan is for when my mom comes back home, but that would be a problem for later. 

“I’m just…” I shake my head, letting out a sigh as I let my eyes flutter shut. As my eyelashes brush against each other, it’s like I can see it—see more. 

And I hate it. 

I hate how uncomfortably clammy my skin starts to feel—I despise how big everything seems when I open my eyes to connect back to reality. 

And I see him—Chris. 

Staring at me with wide eyes full of concern, he tries to lean forward, his hand nearly touching my cheek. I shrink away from the touch. Chris��� face drops, his throat bobbing as he swallows. 

The way his eyes drop to his lap makes something inside of me burn. My heart aches in my chest, my feet shifting on the ground as I find my body empty of any air—any relief. 

“I—” 

I can’t speak. The words tangle on my tongue, the sentence blanking in my mind as I feel my face grow unbearably warm. His eyes trace back up to mine, his lips tugged into a pout as he hesitantly squeezes my knee.

“I’m here, okay?” he mentions, licking over his lips as he shakes his head with worry etched in his features, “-I…I don’t know what to do or what would help, but I’m here. You are not alone.” 

The words are comforting. However, as they settle in my mind, I can’t help but feel some sort of twist in the bottom of my gut—an uncomfortable churn of anxiety as I repeat the four syllables in my head. 

He used to say that—my dad was always the one comforting me, holding me, codling me like he truly loved and cared about me. All the monsters under my bed scared me, I’d always ask to be tucked in, begging for him to stay until I fell asleep. 

But the real monster was in my bed. The real monster actually existed—the real monster is the one person I used to always associate with love. 

“Chris, this…this hurts.”

His face furrows at my statement. He holds his arms open, welcoming me in a hug. My body itches at the thought of feeling trapped, my head shaking with refusal as Chris’ face tugs into a pained expression. 

“I—’m sorry, just—tell me what’s going on, how…” he looks around the room, his tongue darting over his bottom lip as his gaze returns to me, “-how can I help? Your cheeks are pink, are you too hot?” 

My mouth opens, but only a stuttered huff of air escapes my lips. I don’t know what I feel, all I know is every inch of my body itches with some sort of sting and my skin is too tight. 

“Hey, hey,” he says, his voice pulling my eyes to focus on his face, “-let’s…c’mere, you’re burning up.” 

Chris gets up, standing and offering a hand towards me. I slide my fingers into his palm, flinching as I notice how sweaty I am, my throat dry as I try to take more breaths, but none of them are enough—every gasp of air is shallow no matter how hard I try. 

He drags us down the hallway, pulling us in front of the bathroom door before he looks at me with a hesitant expression. “We just…gotta—gotta cool you down. Why don’t you take a cold shower? I can—I’ll be on the other side of the curtain. I don’t want you to pass out, but…I…” His mouth opens and shuts. I nod my head, grasping into the material of his shirt that covers his chest as I lean on him. 

Everything is so hazy. My eyes won’t focus at all anymore, it’s impossible to see or hear anything. The only vessel to reality I have left is him. 

My hand clutches the material tighter as he shifts. I hear the slight sound of his voice drowned out in the back of my mind, failing at understanding his words as I feel his arm wrap around me, pulling me into the bathroom as my feet land on the cold tile floor.

It’s hard to focus, it’s hard to feel alive. All I know is that I feel his hands on me, guiding me into the porcelain bathtub before a cold rush of water washes over me. My soaked clothes are heavy. I feel my body slug down with exhaustion, hands around my waist tugging my back against something warm—his chest. 

And I can finally breathe. 

“-okay, okay, it’s—it’s gonna be okay, is this helping? Fuck, I know this is what Matt does, I don’t—baby, c’mon–”

The echo of Chris’ voice is finally coherent enough for me to comprehend. I let myself melt in his hold, clutching onto his wrists as he basically supports all of my weight. 

“Thank you,” I say, my voice shaking as I feel him let out a sigh of relief, “-it…helps.” My words are muttered, barely audible between the running water and ragged breaths. 

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It had been awhile, enough time to recover from the panic attack. My throat is sore. The rushed gasps of air for so long made my vocal cords feel raw, but I wasn’t trying to speak. I was only relaxing, finally just breathing and letting that be enough. 

“Here,” Chris offers, holding his hand out for me to hold. I slide my fingers to slot between his own, smiling as he squeezes my hand, our palms pressed flush against each other as we continue walking down the cement path.

I’m not sure where we are. It’s some sort of park, one he drove us to, but it’s really pretty. There’s a lot of surrounding meadows, a tall hill, and some crowding trees around a statue of a woman holding a child up towards the sky.  

“Where are we?” I ask, my lips rolling together. I feel his hand squeeze mine a bit tighter, looking over to find him staring at me with a soft smile that makes my cheeks flush with a feathery warmth.

Wordlessly, Chris guides me further down the first path between the trees, passing the statute. As we round a corner, I feel my heart clench in my chest.

Headstones. 

We’re at a cemetery. And by the way Chris pulls my hand tighter and keeps walking with determination, I know it’s not just any graveyard. 

“Chris…?” I voice, my tongue swelling in my mouth as I swallow thickly. Our feet stop as he halts in front of two headstones, Nicolas etched in one of the blocks, Marylou engraved on the one sitting adjacent. 

“She would’ve loved you.” 

His words brush through the air like petals, the tingle of warmth spreading up my spine as I lean onto his shoulder, staring down at the gravestones in front of us. He clutches my hand closer, his own head resting on top of mine as we both stand and gaze down at the graves in front of us. 

“How do you know?” I ponder out loud, my face scrunching as I hear him let out an airy sigh. 

“I just…I just know. I’ve told her a lot about you.”

Oh.

Oh.

His answer creates some sort of cooling sensation in my chest—a relieving temperature from the burning ache radiating from my heart.

“I…I talk to her a lot still—especially about you, I—I’m worried,” he rasps, his jaw tightening against the crown of my head before I feel him shift. I look upward to see him staring directly at me. His gaze softens, his eyes squinted with a depressing emotion that makes my face flush. 

“This…this can’t be easy. I know your dad was all you really thought you had for family, but…” his eyes flicker between my own, he squeezes my hand a bit tighter as he stares directly into me, “-but my family is yours. My dad…Matt—even Trevor…they love you. You have family that would never lie to you or hurt you. You…” he licks over his lips, his throat bobbing as his face scrunches with emotion, “-you have people to mourn. Even if you’re never met them, I know in my soul that they love you. There’s…there’s family here for you,”

I feel a tear rush down my cheek. His words and his eyes make the world around us turn into a blurry void as I concentrate on him and him only. 

“-on every side—even beyond life, you have family waiting for you. “

Something about his words—something about the way he’s saying them…it makes it feel okay. 

I don’t need to be scared about dying. I don’t need to be fearful about living.

It’s enough for me to just breathe.

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“Close your eyes, kid,” Matt directs, his voice echoing from in front of me as I feel Jimmy’s hands on my shoulders. Chris’ fingers are tangled between my own, his touch guiding me with direct as Jimmy nudges me forward. 

The slight creak of a door rings through the air. “Okay…take a look,” Jimmy states, shifting as lets one of his hands rest on my shoulder, a gentle pat of assurance making my eyes peep open. 

Oh. 

My. 

God. 

The room door open in front of us is Marylou’s old craft room, something I knew went untouched—but not anymore. 

Art supplies and random craft materials are gone—not a single one in sight. A twin bed is placed in front of the window, the bright sunlight gleaming in the room that smells of fresh cleaning fragrances. 

“I…what?” I voice, utterly astonished as I walk further into the room. 

All hands leave my body. My feet patter against the carpeted floor, my face laced with confusion as I let my eyes float around the newly transformed bedroom. 

“It’s for you,” Chris says. 

My body freezes as I stare at the three men. Matt nods his head up and down, affirming the statement further. I let my eyes shift to Jimmy. His face is covered with a gentle smile, one of his hands resting over his heart as he lets his head tilt slightly to the side. 

“You’re welcome here—your own room, your own space…hell—I’ll make ya bacon everyday,” Jimmy laughs, “-point is, this is your home too. Whatever you need, we’re here. I don’t gotta know everything, all I know is my home is always open to you.” 

My eyes water, my vision blurry as my bottom lip wobbles. “I…thank you,” I voice, my words cracked as I sniffle. 

The heavy tears brimming my lashline make it impossible to see. I feel arms wrap around me—then another pair, and another. 

They’re all hugging me. 

They’re all welcoming me.

Family is always associated with blood—but this is more than that, it’s deeper than that. 

It’s unconditional love. That’s not something anyone can just make or find, it’s something that’s formed in a soul—something indestructible in ways that make my heart feel like it’s healing. 

It makes me feel alive. 

[kunareads]

bed chem interlude

actor!satoru x popstar!reader

in which you write the song

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some surprise context before the last chapter (friday). i love them so bad!!!!!

content: FLUFF and some implied smut (nothing explicit)

18+ please <3

your body still hums from last night. a dull ache between your thighs, the lingering warmth of satoru's hands. reminders of the way he touched you like you were his, how he made you tremble.

you shift under the weight of it, stretched across the bed in your soft pajamas. your notebook rests in your lap, a pen twisting between your fingers, and it feels like the page is filling itself.

i was in a sheer dress the day that we met

your lips part, smiling faintly as you remember the way he looked at you that night, the undeniable electricity of it. the way you both wanted to take it further but let the anticipation marinate for an entire week instead.

it's almost embarrassing how easily the words come. but then you think about him—the smirk, the way he said your name—and you know you're not changing a thing.

+++

it's not even 1am before satoru's making up an excuse to leave the premiere. something about an early call time, a meeting, jet lag—whatever gets him out the door fastest.

the second he's free, he's already texting you.

satoru [12:48AM]: meet me in the hallway?

and before you know it, he's pulling you into the dimly lit corridor, grinning like he's just pulled off a heist.

"god, i missed you," he murmurs against your jaw, leading you toward the elevator. his hand settles low on your back, fingers pressing into silk, teasing.

your eyes flick up to him, unimpressed. "it's been, what, four days?"

"seventy-eight hours." his lips curve. "not that i'm counting."

the second the hotel room door clicks shut, he's on you. fabric slides away like an afterthought, and then you're breathless against the door.

he takes his time with you, slow, indulgent, like he wants to memorize every reaction, every sound. you don't say it, but he feels it—the way your body melts into his, the way you let him hold you like this once you're done.

how you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense

you hum softly against his shoulder, half-awake, half-lost in thought.

+++

your phone buzzes next to your pillow, and you know it's satoru before you even check. you fumble to answer, voice thick with sleep when you mumble, "hello?"

there's a pause, and then—"shit, did i wake you?"

you smile. he sounds awake. you exhale a sigh, curling deeper into your blankets. "what time is it?"

"a little late for me," he says, "a lot late for you,"

you roll onto your back, blinking at the ceiling. "then why are you calling?"

"’cause i'm not in your timezone," he says, a little too smooth, a little too fond, "but i wanna be."

you roll your eyes with a force only he can bring out of you. "you wanna be in my timezone?" you repeat. "that's the line you're going with?"

"mm, i think you liked it."

said you're not in my timezone, but you wanna be

there's a silence as you make that mental note—not awkward, just easy. the kind of quiet that settles warm in your chest, like an arm slung around your waist.

"go back to sleep," he murmurs eventually.

you hum, eyelids heavy. "stay on the phone."

and he does, until you fall asleep to the sound of his breathing.

+++

it's late. the kind of late where the whole world is asleep except for the two of you. the tv hums low in the background, playing some show neither of you is really watching.

satoru shifts, pressing in closer, breath warm against your shoulder. his fingers trace small, tentative circles against your hip. you can feel the cheesy pickup line about to leave his lips. but he surprises you.

"can i be your boyfriend?"

he's watching you, half-lidded, loose, but not joking.

you study him, waiting to see if he'll crack a smile, try to make you laugh. but he doesn't. he just looks at you softly, a little hopeful.

how you're lookin' at me, yeah, i know what that means, and i'm obsessed

it's an easy answer. obvious, even. "yeah. okay."

he exhales, like he was holding his breath, and tugs you closer, nuzzling into you. you let him, let yourself sink into his warmth.

"yeah?" his voice is softer now, like he can't quite believe it.

"yeah," you murmur, playing absentmindedly with his hair.

he stays quiet for a moment, then breathes out something small, something you almost don't catch—"thank you," like you handed him something fragile.

it tugs at your chest, makes you tilt your chin and press a kiss to the top of his head. "you're cute."

he only hums, his hold on you tightening, his breath evening out, like he could fall asleep just like this.

tags (ongoing): @moonchhu @httpstoyosi @lavnder311 @harryzcherry @perkypeony @katecupcakekate @hellicify @oh-my-god-donald @jupiterbinnie @i88b0nten @satxoru @chuuminn @moncher-ire @r0ckst4rjk @flwerie @raendarkfaerie @pinksdump @blkmystery @pearlessance @satoruxsc

[dolcekissy]

Why is the song one more night by maroon 5 so rafe coded. Like reader and rafe can NEVER make it out of the situationship stage no matter how hard they try. Especially with the lyric

“ Try to tell you, "No" But my body keeps on telling you, "Yes" , when rafe comes over late one night and they have the nastiest, sex where he has you folded in half. Spitting in your mouth. Hand around your neck. Just to show you who you really belonged too one last time.

Anyways!!

oh my goshhh yes. i fucking love your mind!!! i decided to make them extremely toxic lmfao. i feel like i got carried away with this idk if i like it 🥲 ugh, i hope you enjoy this lmk if you hate it lol

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes unprotected sex, p in v, spitting, toxic!rafe & toxic!reader, a bit of blood, and physical alterations.

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for the past 2 years, you've been infatuated with rafe. every part of your being subconsciously attaching to him, begging to be closer, his presence crawling in your skin no matter how far he is ─ brain tingling when he's around, heart heavy when he's away.

the love rafe has for you is sickening, a problem almost. he shows his love through gifts, compliments, sex ─ when you aren't arguing. he'd kill for you, you wouldn't put it past him if he already had ─ always in protective mode, ready to go to bat for you. but no matter how hard you try, you can never make it past the stage of being labeled as anything other than, "the girl i've been seeing for a while." to the public.

it's a mind fuck, really. one day he's spoiling you, calling you his girlfriend and the next he's screaming at you, veins popping out of his neck, your finger jabbing at his chest as you scream back just as loud ─ threatening to hit him after you caught him with his tongue down some blonde chicks throat, apologizing by "making love to you," ─ moaning an "i love you." in your ear, begging you to never leave him as he came inside of you.

shoupe knows your full names by heart, addresses engraved into his brain, the inside of your places carved into his mind from each encounter he's experienced with the two of you. calls being made every other week, screaming and glass breaking, doors slamming and loud crying, car doors slamming and tires screeching ─ loud moans and beds creaking.

"when it's good, it's good but when it's bad, it's bad." you huff out each time sarah confronts the relationship you have with her brother, her eyes roaming over the hand print on your neck, not sure if it's from him choking you out of anger or pleasure ─ honestly you're not too sure either. you're telling her he did it during sex, no clue if that's even the truth.

you should hate him, he should hate you. the black eyes you've given him, the marks he's left on your wrists and neck ─ his actions harsh enough to make you cry, your words harsh enough you've made him cry. you're promises of never speaking to him again never falling through, always giving into each other ─ into the cycle. always forgiving him once his cock sinks into you and he's whispering apologies, whispering broken promises of the future he'll give you.

todays the same as usual ─ promising he would never hear from you again after another heated argument on the phone, angry tears streaming down your cheeks, face pale and eyes bloodshot from exhaustion ─ voice hoarse and your chest bubbling in hurt until his lips are the only thing soothing the burn in your throat. sinking his cock into your tight hole, thrusting slowly as his tongue licks away the tears slipping down your cheeks as your eyes squeeze shut, whispering, "let this be the last time, rafe." ─ something in him snapping at the seriousness in your tone.

your feet are pressed against his chest, wide and teary eyes gazing into his, soft lips parted as you pant, hands gripping onto his forearm as his hand travels up your sternum ─ hand wrapping around your neck tightly, blunt fingernails digging into the side of your neck. his tongue runs down your cheek again, down to your parted lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth, exploring your gums and teeth angrily.

his hips ram into yours, cock hitting all the right places, balls slapping against the fat of your ass, his pelvis pounding against your swollen clit as he forces your thrashing head to face him ─ fingers digging into your cheeks as he spits in your mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he taps your cheek harshly, signaling for you to swallow.

your nails are scratching at his forearm, breaking the skin, little droplets of blood forming as his grip tightens ─ vision slowly turning black as you cry out in pleasure, your whole body on fire as his hand reaches down, slapping and pinching your clit. his head tilting to the side, watching as your eyes roll back ─ hand traveling back up to slap your cheek so your eyes focus back on him, his lips curling into a snarl as he speaks,

"want this to be the last time? fine, your wish is my fuckin' command then. but don't you ever─ever fuckin' forget who you belong to." he spits, hand pushing on your neck with each word, your head forcefully bopping up and down against the sheets.

"don't you ever forget who you'll be running back to every fucking time. i fucking own you."

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[synity]

Where You Rest -reupload

(Xu Minghao x FemReader)

*a story full of tenderness, quiet affection, and that gentle warmth that is known for. It keeps things heartfelt, romantic, and wholesome.*

It had been two years since you and Minghao got married. Life wasn’t always smooth your schedules clashed, the world kept demanding too much, and sometimes, you both got tired. But one thing never changed: Minghao’s soft spot for you.

It was the little things.

Like how he made your tea just the way you liked it, even if he had a hundred things to do. Like how he’d silently pull you into his arms when you seemed on the verge of shutting down from stress, not saying a word just letting his presence be enough. Like how he’d whisper, “You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of the rest.”

That morning, you were curled on the couch in one of his oversized shirts, sleep still clinging to your eyes. You didn’t hear him come in he had gone out to buy your favorite pastries from the shop across town. Minghao didn’t tell you, didn’t make a big deal about it. He just walked over, placed the warm bag in front of you, and smiled.

“You didn’t eat well yesterday,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face.

You blinked up at him, surprised. “You remembered?”

His smile turned fond. “I always remember the things that matter.”

It wasn’t grand gestures. Minghao’s love showed up in quiet ways a hand on your lower back in crowds, subtle glances across the room when you were overwhelmed, the way he always made sure to hold your hand in public because “if I don’t, I miss you more than I can explain.”

Sometimes, at night, you’d be curled up in bed together, your head on his chest, his fingers gently stroking your back.

“I don’t know how I got this lucky,” you whispered once.

He laughed softly. “You think you’re the lucky one? I wake up next to the love of my life every day.”

You shifted, snuggling into him deeper. “You’re so cheesy.”

“And you love it,” he teased.

He always let you rest in him emotionally, physically, completely. And in return, you became his peace too. A shared sanctuary.

Even when he was busy with his art or practice, he’d always check in. A quick text. A voice note. A flower placed on your desk. A sticky note on the mirror: “Have you smiled today? I love you.”

No matter how chaotic the world was, Minghao made it his mission to be the calm in yours.

One night, when you were both dancing in the living room to a slow ballad playing from your speaker, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “If I had to live a hundred lives, I’d find you in every one of them.”

It had been a quiet few weeks. Minghao had been busy with overseas schedules, and you had been working nonstop yourself. Even when you two were in the same room, your moments together felt like passing trains full of love, but constantly on the move.

So when Minghao walked into the room holding a small envelope, eyes lit with mischief, you already knew something was up.

“Pack a bag,” he said with a grin. “We’re leaving in an hour.”

You blinked. “Wait, what? Where?”

He simply shrugged. “Somewhere peaceful. Just us.”

You wanted to argue you had emails to respond to, things to finish but the way he looked at you with that soft, patient smile stopped you.

So you packed.

The drive was long but comforting. Minghao had made a playlist of songs that made you both smile from indie ballads to silly tracks you’d danced to at 2 a.m. in the kitchen. The destination turned out to be a cozy villa by the coast quiet, tucked away from everything, with large windows that opened up to the sound of waves.

That night, after you two had eaten, you lay on the deck together watching the stars. Minghao had his head on your shoulder, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The moonlight danced in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” you whispered.

He turned to you gently. “Mm?”

You sat up slowly and reached into your hoodie pocket, heart racing. You handed him a small, carefully folded card on it was a sketch of two adult penguins holding flippers… and a tiny one between them.

His eyes widened slightly as he opened it. Inside, in your handwriting:

“Coming soon — the littlest Xu.”

Minghao didn’t speak at first. He just stared at the card, eyes glistening in disbelief.

“Wait,” he said, voice shaking. “You’re—?”

You nodded, tears slipping quietly down your cheeks. “Seven weeks.”

He set the card down, reached for your face with both hands, and kissed you deeply not urgently, but with so much emotion that your heart swelled.

When he finally pulled away, his hands were still trembling.

“I’ve never loved you more than I do right now,” he whispered. “I didn’t even know it was possible.”

You both sat in silence for a while, overwhelmed but full of joy. He rested his forehead against yours again, and you could feel his smile even in the dark.

“You’re going to be the best dad,” you whispered.

“And you,” he said softly, “you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And more.”

For the rest of the night, he didn’t let go of you once. He kept one hand over your belly protectively, gently rubbing circles as if he were already calming your baby from the outside.

“I’ll protect this family with everything I am,” he said.

And you believed him. Because Minghao’s love didn’t need grand declarations. It lived in the quiet in every soft word, every gentle hand, every look that told you: You are where I rest. And I will always come home to you.

part2?

part2?

[lila-lou]

✨Rise and Shine, Darling - 4/5✨

Summary: You play for the love of it. He hears something more. A chance meeting, a shared song, and a connection neither of you expected. Music brought you together. Now it might change everything.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language

Word Count: 6945

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 🩷

The next few sessions were painfully awkward.

Not in a dramatic, yelling, refusing-to-look-at-each-other way. No, it was much worse than that.

It was the kind of awkward where you both pretended way too hard that everything was normal when it absolutely was not.

It started the second you walked into the studio a few days after it happened.

Jensen was already there, tuning his guitar, looking way too focused on it, like adjusting the strings was the most interesting thing in the world.

You hesitated for half a second in the doorway, gripping the strap of your bag just a little too tightly, before clearing your throat. “Hey”.

Jensen didn’t look up. “Hey". His voice was casual. Too casual.

You nodded, stepping inside, setting your bag down a little more forcefully than necessary. “So… uh, what’s on the agenda?”.

Jensen finally glanced at you, his expression neutral. “Working on the second verse, I guess”.

You nodded, dropping onto the couch. “Cool”.

Silence. Not comfortable silence. Heavy, suffocating silence. You both acted like you were completely fine, but everything was off. You weren’t teasing him like you usually would. He wasn’t smirking at you like he always did. Neither of you even brought up whiskey. And the worst part? You both knew exactly why.

And It didn’t get better.

Every session after that was the same—tense, forced, so full of unspoken shit you could choke on it.

You caught Jensen almost saying something a few times. His mouth opening like he was about to bring it up, only to shut again, jaw clenching like he was biting his tongue.

You weren’t any better. You pretended like you didn’t catch him looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Like you didn’t remember how his hands felt on you. Like you weren’t completely losing your mind.

It was unbearable. But neither of you did anything about it. Until you did.

Until things escalated again.

It had been almost two weeks since that night.

You were in the studio again, trying—and failing—to finish the damn song. The energy in the room was off. Jensen was tense. You were frustrated.

The words weren’t coming. The music wasn’t flowing. The whole thing felt wrong.

You set your notebook down, exhaling sharply. “This isn’t working”.

Jensen ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “Yeah. No shit”.

Another beat of silence.

Then, out of nowhere—Jensen snapped. “Are we gonna talk about it or just keep acting like we didn’t fuck?”.

Your stomach dropped. Your heart pounded. You blinked, heat rising in your face. “Gee, Jensen”.

His eyes locked onto yours, sharp, frustrated, unreadable. “What? You wanna keep dancing around it? Keep pretending?”.

You didn’t know what to say. Because—yeah. That’s exactly what you’d been doing.

You swallowed hard. “I thought we agreed it wasn’t a big deal”.

Jensen let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Right. Because it’s been so not a big deal that we can’t even be in the same damn room without acting like strangers”.

You clenched your jaw. “I don’t know what you want me to say”.

Jensen stepped closer. Too close. Your breath caught in your throat, because you could feel it. That pull. The same one that had dragged you toward him that night. The same one you’d been fighting ever since.

His voice dropped, lower now, rougher. “Maybe I don’t want you to say anything”.

Your pulse spiked. You hated how easily he got to you. How just standing this close to him completely wrecked you. How much you wanted to cross that line again.

You forced out a breath, shaking your head. “Jensen, we can’t keep—”.

But you didn’t finish. Because he kissed you. And just like before, you didn’t stop him. Not this time. Not when you wanted this just as badly as he did.

The only sound in the studio was your heavy breathing—yours and Jensen’s. You collapsed against his chest, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck, completely spent. His skin was warm, slightly damp, his shirt still on, but half-unbuttoned, your fingers having ripped it open somewhere in the heat of the moment.

Your own shirt was hanging loosely, slipping down one shoulder, exposing the marks he had left on your skin. Your skirt? Still bunched up around your waist. Neither of you had even bothered to take off your clothes—too desperate, too impatient, too consumed by need.

Jensen was still inside you, his hands resting on your back, his chest rising and falling against yours. Both of you had already come undone, your bodies tangled together, yet neither of you moved to separate.

You could still feel him, still feel the warmth of him, the way he fit against you, inside you.

Your hands were shaking slightly, your breath uneven, your body still buzzing from what had just happened.

You weren’t sure how long you just stayed there, catching your breath, letting reality sink in.

Jensen was the first to speak, his voice low, rough, his fingers trailing idly down your spine. “Well… that happened”.

You let out a breathless laugh, still trying to get your brain to function properly. “Yeah. No shit”.

Jensen chuckled, but his hands didn’t move—still holding onto you, still keeping you close. Neither of you acknowledged the fact that this wasn’t just some heated accident anymore. Not when it had happened twice now. And not when it felt this good.

You finally lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His green eyes flickered, something unreadable in them, something deeper than the usual teasing smirk. You swallowed, your heart still pounding.

Jensen’s hands tightened slightly on your waist. “What are we doing, sweetheart?”, he asked in a voice that was too soft, too careful.

You bit your lip, emotions flickering across your face, too fast, too raw. Jensen saw all of it. The hesitation. The uncertainty. The unspoken words sitting heavy between you.

You didn’t answer. Because you didn’t know how. So instead, you shook your head, exhaling a shaky breath before letting your face fall back against his chest.

Jensen let out a deep sigh, his arms wrapping around you tighter, holding you against him.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Neither of you moved. You just stayed there, your bodies tangled together, your heartbeats slowly finding the same rhythm.

Jensen’s hand traced lazy circles against your back, his touch gentle now, grounding, like he knew you needed a second to figure out what the hell to do with all of this.

Because this wasn’t just sex. Not when he was holding you like this. Not when you felt safer in his arms than you should. Not when you didn’t want to move.

Jensen exhaled, his lips ghosting over your temple, a quiet, unspoken reassurance. “I got you”, he murmured.

And for some reason—those three words unraveled something deep inside you. Because he did have you. At least for now. And right now, that was enough.

You stayed like that for way too long—wrapped in Jensen’s arms, your bodies still tangled, your breathing slowly evening out. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. Neither of you even tried to address the obvious shift in whatever the hell this was between you.

And eventually—maybe because it was easier that way—you both just… got back to work.

You pulled yourself together, fixed your clothes, and Jensen acted like nothing had happened. So, you did the same.

You picked up your notebooks, went back to writing lyrics, focused on the music. And you didn’t talk about it. Not that night, not the next time you saw him, not the next few sessions after that.

For two more weeks, it was studio sessions, writing, recording, late nights filled with stolen glances and tense silences, but never words. Because what was there to say? You both knew this wasn’t casual. You both knew something was happening between you.

But instead of dealing with it, you let the music be the only thing that mattered. Until that day. Until Jensen’s manager called.

You were sitting on the couch, scribbling down lyric ideas, while Jensen was across the room, tuning his guitar, when his phone buzzed loudly against the table.

He grabbed it, barely glancing at the screen before answering. “Yeah?”.

You didn’t think much of it at first—Jensen got calls all the time.

But then, his expression shifted.

You couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, but you watched him closely, saw the way his shoulders tensed, the way his brows furrowed slightly.

His eyes flickered to you once, before looking away.

“Wait, what?”. His tone was sharp now, his fingers tightening around his phone. “Since when?”.

Your stomach tightened. Something was happening. You set your notebook down, watching as Jensen ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply.

“Yeah. Yeah, I hear you”, he muttered into the phone, his jaw clenching. “Alright. Let me think about it”. With that, he hung up.

You sat up straighter. “Jensen?”.

He exhaled through his nose, tossing his phone onto the table. “That was my manager”.

You frowned. “Okay… and?”.

Jensen hesitated for a beat before looking at you. “Your song just went viral”.

Your stomach dropped. You blinked. “Wait—what?”.

Jensen nodded, running a hand through his hair. “It blew up. Streams, downloads, people posting covers—it’s everywhere”.

Your pulse spiked. That song—the one you had written together, the one you had poured weeks of work into, the one that carried so much more between the lines than either of you wanted to admit. It had exploded.

It wasn’t just a small, independent track anymore. It was out there. Big. Growing.

And then, Jensen dropped the real bombshell. “My manager wants me to go with you to your next gig in Austin”.

You froze. “What?”.

Jensen sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Said it would be good for both of us. Industry’s already buzzing about the song, people are talking. If we perform together, it’ll cement us as a duo”.

A duo. Your heart raced. This was huge. And yet, you couldn’t ignore the fact that this would mean even more time with Jensen.

More late nights. More charged moments. More of whatever this was. And no more avoiding it. Because if you went on stage together, if you stepped into the spotlight as a team, then people were going to see what was happening between you. And there’d be no pretending after that.

A few weeks later, it was happening.

You and Jensen arrived at the venue late Saturday afternoon, just hours before the performance.

And the second you saw the massive sea of people—over 10,000 fans gathered in the open-air space, all buzzing with excitement, waiting to hear the song that had taken off like wildfire—your stomach dropped.

You had done gigs before. Plenty of them. But nothing like this. This wasn’t some small-town bar with fifty people sipping whiskey in the corner. This wasn’t a cozy, dimly lit venue where you could disappear into the music.

This was huge. The biggest stage you’d ever stepped foot on. And suddenly, you weren’t sure if you could do this.

Backstage, you were pacing, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, your fingers digging into your sides as nerves twisted in your stomach.

Jensen, on the other hand, was calm. Or at least, he looked it. Dressed in his usual laid-back style, dark jeans, a black t-shirt and boots, he looked like he had done this a million times.

But when you looked at him closely, you saw the tension in his jaw, the way he was stretching his hands a little too often. Yeah. He was nervous, too. Still, he wasn’t pacing like you were.

And after about five minutes of watching you silently freak out, he finally stepped in. “Alright”, he said, grabbing your arm gently, stopping your restless movement. “You need to breathe”.

You huffed, shaking your head. “Jensen, I—”.

“You’re spiraling”, he cut in smoothly. “And I can’t have you passing out before we even get up there”.

You swallowed hard, heart still racing. “I’ve never played in front of this many people before”, you admitted, your voice tight.

Jensen exhaled, his fingers squeezing your arm reassuringly. “Yeah, well, neither have I”.

That made you pause. You frowned, blinking up at him. “What?”.

Jensen smirked, but there was honesty behind it. “I mean, sure, I’ve done conventions. Red carpets. Hell, I’ve been on stage for panels in front of thousands of people”. He shrugged. “But this? A live performance? In front of so many people? This is new for me, too”.

Your stomach flipped. Because you’d been thinking of him as someone way ahead of you—someone who had spent years in front of cameras, under spotlights, dealing with massive crowds. Bur this was different for him, too.

Jensen must have seen the realization on your face because his smirk softened. “But”, he continued, his voice steady, confident, “you know what’s gonna help?”.

You swallowed. “What?”.

Before you could process another thought, Jensen moved. His hand slid up, cupping your jaw with warm, steady fingers, tilting your face up to his, before he kissed you. Deep. Firm. Completely consuming.

Your body froze for half a second, your mind struggling to catch up, but then you melted into it. Of course you did.

His lips pressed against yours with purpose, his thumb stroking softly along your cheek, but the way he kissed you? It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t just a distraction, like he was trying to calm your nerves. No, this was something else. Something undeniable. Something raw. Jensen needed to kiss you. And God, you needed it too.

Your fingers curled into his shirt, holding on, because he was kissing you like he had no choice but to do this right now, like it wasn’t even about the show, like it was about so much more than that. Your heart pounded, your pulse a frantic rhythm against his lips.

As Jensen pulled back, his hand stayed on your face, his breath uneven, his eyes flickering over yours. You stared at him, still dizzy, still trying to catch your breath.

Jensen smirked, but it wasn’t his usual cocky grin. It was softer. More knowing. “Distraction worked, huh?”, he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

You swallowed, your lips still tingling, your brain still short-circuiting. You could have called him out.

You could have said, “That wasn’t just a distraction”.

You could have asked, “What the hell are we doing?”

But instead, you just breathed out a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Sure”.

Jensen exhaled, nodding slowly, his thumb brushing your cheek once before he let go. “Good”, he muttered.

Then, before either of you could think too hard about it, a voice called “Two minutes, guys! Get in position!”.

You blinked, snapping back to reality. You were about to go on stage. In front of thousands of people.

Jensen took a step back, rolling his shoulders, shaking out his hands. But he was still looking at you, still waiting for you to say something.

You swallowed hard, shoving all the new emotions down into a locked box you weren’t ready to open.

Then, forcing a smirk of your own, you patted his chest as you walked past him. “Hope your stamina’s as good as you said, Ackles”.

Jensen let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he followed you toward the stage. "You should know that by now".

And just before you stepped into the spotlight, you felt it. His hand brushing against yours. Just for a second. Like he couldn’t help himself. Like he just needed to touch you.

Jensen’s house was closer to the venue, so instead of heading back to the studio, you ended up here. Both of you were slightly drunk. Not wasted, just buzzing, riding the adrenaline high from the best performance of your life.

The concert had been insane. Over 10,000 people singing along to your song, cheering, screaming, the energy electric, the crowd feeding off of you, off of Jensen, off of the music.

And then there were the endless conversations afterward. Jensen’s manager, two different labels, all of them talking business, talking deals, talking about what was next.

It had been exhausting.

But now, you were in Jensen’s house, far from the noise, sitting on his couch, a bottle of whiskey between you, and you were both still grinning like idiots. Because fuck. That had been unreal.

“That was…”. You exhaled, shaking your head, running a hand through your hair. “Fucking shit”.

Jensen chuckled, leaning back against the couch, his legs spread, his own whiskey glass dangling loosely between his fingers. “Yeah”, he agreed, his voice still hoarse from singing. “Fucking shit”.

You turned to look at him, your pulse still hammering. “They were screaming the lyrics, Jensen”.

He smirked, his green eyes gleaming. “Damn right, they were. Told you we’d kill it”.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re way too smug right now”.

He shrugged, taking another sip. “Can you blame me?”.

You huffed a laugh and exhaled, still coming down from the high, your body humming from the rush of it all.

Jensen watched you for a beat, his lips twitching slightly. Then—casually, but not really—he asked, “You thinking about taking one of those deals?”.

You swallowed, tilting your head at him. “You want me to?”.

Jensen didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward, setting his glass down, his forearms resting on his knees, his gaze fixed on you. “I think…”, he started, then exhaled, running a hand down his face. “I think you’re gonna blow up, sweetheart. And if that happens, I just wanna make sure it’s on your terms”.

Your chest tightened. Because he meant that. He wasn’t just pushing you to take a deal because it was good for business. He wanted you to make the right choice. The one that wouldn’t screw you over. The one that kept you in control. And that meant more than you could put into words.

You licked your lips, setting your glass down beside his. “I haven’t decided yet”.

Jensen nodded, like he respected that. And then, before you knew what you were doing, you shifted slightly, your knee brushing against his. He didn’t move away. Neither did you.

The whiskey was warm in your veins, but it wasn’t just the alcohol making your body heat. It was him. The way he was still watching you, unreadable, intrigued. The way his fingers twitched, like he was thinking about reaching for you. The way your entire body still remembered the last time things escalated between you.

And suddenly, you weren’t sure if tonight was about celebrating the show or if it was about whatever the hell was happening between you and Jensen.

The air between you was thick, charged, humming with something neither of you wanted to name.

Your knee was still brushing his, your body still angled toward him, your breathing just a little too shaky, uneven, expectant. Jensen hadn’t moved. Hadn’t looked away. Hadn’t stopped watching you like he was waiting for something—for you to do something, say something, make the first move, or maybe just give him a reason to.

And maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe it was the way your adrenaline was still buzzing from the show, from the way the crowd had screamed for the both of you, from the way Jensen had stood next to you on stage, his voice blending with yours like it was meant to be there. Maybe it was the fact that you had already crossed this line before, twice, and it had never been enough.

But before you could even process what was happening, before you could think too hard about it, Jensen moved. Fast. Decisive. Like he had already made up his mind. One second, he was sitting across from you, his fingers wrapped loosely around his whiskey glass, and the next, he was on you.

His hand came up, gripping the back of your neck, his lips crashing onto yours with zero hesitation, zero doubt, zero restraint. It was messy. Hungry. Desperate. Like he had been fighting this just as much as you had and finally, finally decided to stop.

You barely had time to react before he was shifting, pushing you back, pressing you into the couch, his body covering yours. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his t-shirt, your pulse hammering in your ears.

Jensen’s mouth was hot, unrelenting, greedy, his teeth grazing your bottom lip, his tongue sweeping into your mouth like he had every right to be there. And you didn’t stop him.

A soft, breathless moan slipped from your lips, and Jensen groaned in response, the sound deep, wrecked, sending a full-body shiver racing down your spine.

His hands moved—one sliding down, gripping your waist, pulling you even closer, the other bracing against the couch, caging you in completely. His body was warm, solid, heavy, pressing into you in a way that had your stomach tightening, your breath coming faster, your mind slipping further into the haze of him.

You tilted your head, giving him more access, and he took it immediately, his lips trailing down your jaw, your neck, his teeth scraping, nipping, soothing. You gasped, your hands fisting into his shirt, your legs parting slightly to accommodate the way he was slotting himself against you.

Jensen chuckled, his breath warm against your skin, his voice low, teasing, wrecked all at once. “Shit, sweetheart”, he murmured, his lips brushing against your collarbone, his fingers gripping your hips like he was barely holding himself back.

Your stomach flipped, heat pooling low, your body already responding to him like you had no say in the matter. You arched against him, your breathing uneven, your heart pounding, your fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, trailing over warm skin.

Your breath was ragged, your body pressed beneath his, your heart pounding so damn hard you swore he could feel it against his chest.

Jensen’s lips hovered over yours, his breathing just as uneven, his green eyes dark, hungry, wrecked as he stared down at you like he was seconds away from losing every ounce of control.

His fingers dug into your thigh, his body slotting perfectly between your legs, his lips grazing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, making it so, so easy to forget anything existed outside of this.

Your fingers tangled in his already messy hair, pulling him back to you, brushing your lips over his in a slow, deliberate tease—just barely kissing him, just testing him. “Do I finally get the bedroom for once?”.

Jensen froze. His grip on your waist tightened, his body stilled, his breath hitched, before he groaned. Deep. Rough. Like the sound was being ripped from his chest. His head dropped to your shoulder for half a second, his body shaking with a short, breathless laugh.

And when he finally lifted his head, his eyes locked onto yours, his smirk devastating. “You’re a little shit, you know that?”, he murmured, his voice low, hoarse, filled with something dark and teasing.

You smirked, fingers trailing down his chest, toying with the hem of his shirt. “I don’t hear you saying no”.

You barely had time to let out a surprised laugh before he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice low and deadly. “Oh, sweetheart”, he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip the back of your thighs, before he lifted you in one effortless motion.

You let out a sharp gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively, your fingers fisting in his shirt as he held you against him like you weighed nothing.

He smirked against your skin, his breath warm against your jaw. “If you wanted the bedroom”, he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement, “all you had to do was ask”.

With that, he carried you down the hall. Straight to his bedroom. And while the situation was entirely distracting, you still weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to tease him. After all, it was Jensen.

You smirked against his ear, voice breathless but teasing. “Didn’t think an old man like you could carry me this far”.

Jensen froze mid-step, before he groaned, deep and guttural.

You laughed, knowing exactly what you had just done.

His grip on you tightened, his jaw clenched, and you caught the sharp glint in his green eyes as he looked at you. “You’re gonna regret that.”, he muttered, his voice dangerously low,

Before you could process what was happening, he dropped you. Not gently. He threw you onto the bed, and you let out a short yelp as you landed on his massive, king-sized mattress, your back bouncing slightly against the plush comforter.

You barely had time to catch your breath, to even react, before Jensen was climbing over you, pinning you down, caging you in with his body. Your laughter faded, replaced by something hotter, heavier, your pulse spiking as you stared up at him.

Jensen smirked, his hands pressing into the bed on either side of your head, his body hovering over yours, not quite touching, just enough to drive you insane.

His gaze raked over you slowly, his lips parting slightly, his breath uneven now, too. “You think I’m old, sweetheart?”.

You swallowed hard, trying—and failing—to keep your teasing composure. You licked your lips, tilting your chin up slightly, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “I mean…”. Your voice wasn’t nearly as steady as you wanted it to be. “You haven’t proven me wrong yet”.

Jensen exhaled a short laugh, but there was nothing amused about the way he was looking at you. His hand skimmed down, tracing along your side, over your waist, his fingers dipping just beneath the hem of your shirt. “Guess I’ll just have to fix that”, he murmured.

But then, Jensen’s smirk softened, his fingers still trailing just under your shirt, barely skimming your skin, like he was taking his time, savoring the anticipation.

This was different.

Before, things had been fast, desperate, impatient. Bodies colliding, clothes barely removed, too caught up in the moment to care.

But now, Jensen was taking his time. Like he wanted to see everything. Like he wanted to memorize every inch of you.

Your breath hitched as he finally pushed your shirt up, slowly, his fingers tracing along your sides, up your ribs, his thumbs grazing over your skin, his eyes following the path his hands made.

You lifted your arms, letting him peel it off completely, tossing it somewhere behind him. His gaze dropped, and you felt it. The way his eyes darkened, the way his lips parted slightly, the way his hands paused, just for a second, before sliding over your bare waist. “Damn”, he muttered, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Your stomach tightened, heat pooling low as you watched him. Watched the way he was looking at you like he had no idea where to start, like he wanted to take his time with all of you. His hands moved again, down this time, fingers slipping under the waistband of your skirt.

Your breath was ragged now, your heart pounding, your skin burning under his touch. “You’re staring, Ackles”, you murmured, your voice breathless, teasing.

Jensen chuckled, low, his fingers hooking into your skirt and panties, slowly tugging it down. “Damn right, I am”, he murmured, his voice rough, hoarse, wrecked.

The fabric slid down your legs, his hands following the path, grazing your thighs, your calves, before he pulled it off completely, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

Jensen sat back on his knees, still fully dressed, taking you in, his green eyes dragging slowly over your body.

You swallowed, propping yourself up on your elbows, your pulse skipping wildly. “You’re overdressed”, you murmured.

Jensen’s smirk returned, but this time, it was slower, more deliberate. “Yeah?”, he hummed, pulling his shirt over his head.

You bit your lip, heat spreading everywhere, your eyes flicking up to his. “Definitely”.

Jensen let out a low chuckle, popping the button of his jeans, taking his damn time.

Your breath hitched as he slowly pulled the zipper down, the movement unbearably slow, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. The jeans went next. Followed by his boxers.

Your stomach tightened painfully, your entire body burning as he finally, finally stripped completely, leaving nothing between you.

Jensen didn’t move too fast this time. This wasn’t like before—when it was urgent, desperate, all heat and no patience. This time, he was intentional.

Like he wanted to feel everything, like he wanted to make sure you did, too.

His hands brushed over your waist, slow and steady, fingers spreading over your skin like he was memorizing you.

He hovered over you, bare, warm, solid, his weight pressing into you just enough to make you feel him everywhere.

His green eyes flickered, watching you beneath him, his lips parting slightly as his fingers trailed up your sides, his thumbs grazing over your ribs, so slowly it made your breath hitch.

Your heart pounded, your hands coming up to his shoulders, your fingers digging in slightly as he leaned down, his lips barely brushing over yours.

But he didn’t kiss you. Not yet. He teased, his nose brushing against yours, his lips hovering, his breath mixing with yours.

You swallowed hard, your pulse skipping as his lips finally moved down, trailing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. His mouth was warm, his breath hot, his tongue flicking out just enough to make your stomach tighten painfully.

Your hands slid down, fingers skimming over his back, tracing the ridges of his muscles, pulling him closer. Jensen let out a soft, low hum, his lips still pressed against your skin, his hands mapping you out like he had nowhere else to be.

You tilted your chin up, your breath shaky, uneven, your entire body buzzing under his slow, deliberate touch. “Jensen”, you whispered, your voice barely there, needy, aching.

He let out a deep breath, like he was just as affected as you, like he was holding himself back, too. His hands slid lower, gripping your hips, steady, firm, grounding.

And then, finally, his lips met yours. It was slow. So achingly slow that it made your stomach twist, your fingers clenching against his skin, your body arching up to him.

His lips moved with yours, unhurried, deep, like he had all the time in the world to taste you, to learn you, to make this last.

His hands stayed steady on your body, sliding down, fingertips pressing into your skin just enough to ground you, to keep you here, in this moment, with him.

Your breath hitched, your hands sliding up his arms, his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him.

He shifted, his body pressing closer, one hand sliding down between you, his fingers trailing over your hip, before guiding himself exactly where he needed to be. You felt him, the warmth of him, the promise of what was about to happen, and your heart skipped so hard it ached.

Jensen let out a slow, steady exhale, his forehead pressing gently against yours, his lips hovering, his breath mixing with yours.

And then, with unbearable slowness, he pushed in.

You gasped, your fingers tightening against his back, your body adjusting to him inch by inch.

Jensen let out a deep, rough breath, his jaw tightening, his grip on you firm but gentle, holding you like he didn’t want to rush a single second of this. Like he wanted to feel everything. Like he wanted you to feel everything.

His lips found yours again, soft, slow, matching the way he moved inside you—so achingly gentle that your chest burned with it.

Your heart stretched and pulled, caught between the intensity of the moment and the raw tenderness in the way he was touching you. Jensen groaned softly, his body pressing flush against yours, his arms caging you in, holding you like he was afraid to let go.

You let out a small, shaky moan, your legs tightening around him, pulling him closer, deeper, needing to be as close as humanly possible. Jensen felt it—felt you. He murmured your name, voice gravelly, breathless, like it was the only thing that existed in his mind in that moment. Like you were the only thing that existed.

And as he moved, slow and deep and so unbearably careful, your eyes fluttered shut, your heart pounding, your breath catching, because this was different. This wasn’t just physical. This was him, giving you everything, without saying a single word. And you had never felt anything like it.

Jensen moved slowly, his body pressed flush against yours, his warmth, his weight, the steady, deep rhythm of him inside you making your head spin.

It wasn’t just sex. It was something deeper, quieter, consuming in a way that had nothing to do with heat and everything to do with the way he was touching you.

His lips never left yours for long, returning between every slow, careful thrust, between every shaky breath, between every whispered name. He kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, like if he didn’t, he might lose himself completely in you.

And God, you let him.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands slipping over his back, his shoulders, his arms, fingers tracing the curves of his body, mapping him out the way he was doing to you.

His voice was rough, breathless, soft murmurs against your lips, against your jaw, against your neck. “Fuck, sweetheart”, he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost reverent, his lips brushing over your temple. “You feel so good—so fucking good”.

Your stomach tightened, your chest aching from the way he was talking to you, from the way he was holding you, touching you.

You felt safe here, in his bed, in his house, under his hands. And that should have scared you. But it didn’t. Because he was falling, too.

You could feel it in the way his hands kept moving, stroking your sides, cupping your face, pressing against the small of your back, keeping you so close, so impossibly close, like he couldn’t get enough. Like he never would.

You swallowed hard, your fingers slipping into his hair, tilting his head just enough so you could kiss him deeper. Jensen let out a quiet groan, his hips rolling into yours, so slow, so deliberate, so deep that you whimpered against his mouth.

His forehead pressed to yours, his breathing uneven, shaky, his lips brushing over yours between every whispered word. “Been waiting for this”, he murmured, his voice almost broken, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You froze, your heart stopping mid-beat.

Jensen exhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering shut, his hands gripping your hips, his body still moving, still completely connected to yours. “Since the first damn note”, he admitted, voice gravelly, raw, wrecked.

Your chest tightened painfully. Because, fuck, you knew exactly what he meant. Because you had felt it, too.

Since that first night, since that first song, since that first second of him watching you, listening to you, feeling the music in the same way you did. You had been falling since then. And now, you were completely gone.

Your hands cupped his face, your lips crashing into his, more desperate, more sure, more everything. Jensen groaned softly, his arms tightening around you, his rhythm never faltering, slow and deep and perfect.

Jensen didn’t stop.

Not after the first time he made you come, not after the second, not even after the third—when your body was trembling, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps, your fingers gripping onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

He kept moving, kept whispering to you, kept kissing you, his body pressing deeper, his hands holding you so gently yet firmly like he was terrified you’d disappear if he let go.

It was over an hour—of him touching you, pushing you past every limit you thought you had, making you fall apart in his arms over and over, each time slower, deeper, more consuming than the last.

It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just heat. Jensen was making love to you. And fuck, he was good at it.

His voice was low, wrecked, murmuring soft, teasing things between kisses, between thrusts, between the moments when you were too far gone to do anything but moan his name. “That’s it, sweetheart”, he whispered against your skin, his lips brushing against your jaw, your cheek, your lips. “You can give me another one, yeah?”.

Your back arched, your body clenched around him, another orgasm tearing through you, leaving you shaking in his arms.

Jensen groaned, his own control slipping, his jaw clenched tight as he pushed deeper, chasing his own release now. And even though you had nothing left, even though your body was spent, trembling, completely wrecked, you still wanted him. Needed him to fall apart the same way he had made you.

Your fingers slid into his hair, pulling him down, your lips catching his in a slow, deep kiss, your body wrapping around him completely. And that did it. Jensen let out a deep, shaky groan, his rhythm losing its precision, his body tensing, shuddering, his breath catching in his throat as he finally, finally let go.

His arms wrapped around you, his face burying into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he rode out his own release.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Your bodies were still entangled, still pressed together, still connected, both of you completely spent.

Jensen’s breathing was ragged, his chest rising and falling against yours, his arms still locked around you, like he had no intention of letting you go just yet. And you didn’t want him to. You lay there for what felt like forever, neither of you speaking, just existing in the quiet, in the aftermath, in the realization that everything had changed.

Eventually, after the intensity had settled into something softer, something quieter, Jensen let out a slow, satisfied exhale and rolled onto his back, pulling you with him. You didn’t resist, because you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

His arm wrapped securely around your waist, his other hand grabbing the edge of the blanket, pulling it over both of you, tucking you in close, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was.

You sighed softly, your cheek pressed against his bare chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the lingering heat still humming beneath his skin. His fingers skated lazily up and down your back, tracing mindless patterns, a touch that wasn’t about need anymore, just comfort, just presence. And it surprised you.

Not because Jensen wasn’t capable of being gentle, you knew he was. But because this was so much more than you expected.

This wasn’t just sex, wasn’t just releasing tension, scratching an itch, giving in to something that had been simmering between you for weeks.

This was him holding you. This was him keeping you close. And the longer the silence stretched between you, the more it settled in your chest like something permanent.

You tilted your head, pressing your lips softly against his collarbone, just a light, lingering kiss, testing, waiting. Jensen hummed, his chest rumbling beneath you, his hand sliding up to your hair, fingers combing through it slowly. You pressed another kiss, this time to his jaw. Then another, to the corner of his lips.

Jensen turned his head toward you, catching your lips in a slow, deep kiss that had nothing to do with urgency and everything to do with something else. His hand slipped beneath the blanket, his fingers trailing over your side, over your hip, down your thigh, his touch slow and unhurried.

Your hands ran over his chest, over his shoulders, over every inch of warm, bare skin, tracing him like you wanted to etch him into your memory.

Jensen broke the kiss just long enough to press another soft one to your cheek, then your jaw, then your temple. Each one was gentle, deliberate, leaving something unsaid but fully understood. And you sank into him completely. Into the way he was pulling you impossibly close, letting the night settle around you, knowing that when morning came, neither of you would be the same.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 5

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My prerogative (Fred Weasley)

"Love?" your eyes look up towards Fred who is standing in his pyjamas in the archway to the stairs up to the boys' dorms, his hand rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. "What are you still doing awake? Its 3am," he walks closer to you and all you can do is offer him a tired smile, you had been up for hours, you hadn't even changed out of your uniform.

"Studying, its only a few weeks until our O.W.L.s Fred, if I want to move...," Fred cuts you off.

"If you want to move onto the N.E.W.T.s you have to do well," he finishes for you. Rounding the couch, he plonks himself down next to you leaning fully against the back. "You're going to do well love," you shake your head at this.

"You don't know that, Fred. I mean I have been studying for weeks and it just seems that there is not enough time to revise all of this information. I mean if I fail an Owl then I am going to be held back," your heart was racing, you could feel tears threatening to fall.

"Oh love," Fred leans forward pulling you into his arms, your head falling into the crook of his neck, your tears now free falling. His hand rubs comforting circles on your back as you cry which now had turned into full blown sobs.

"You don't need to worry love, you'll pass," you shake your head, pulling your head away you look at him.

"But you don't know that. I'm not like you and George, I'm not someone who can just trust that everything is going to work itself out. It just seems that my brain won't shut off Freddie," Fred face scrunches up before pulling you into his arms again.

"I hate seeing you like this," he whispers to you, his own tears now threatening to fall. Fred didn't know how long he lay there with you in his arms before realising that you had fallen asleep. Fred smiled at this, thankful that you were finally getting some proper sleep. Carefully he moved the both of you so that you were sprawled on top of Fred who had now moved to lie fully down on the couch. George looks over at the roaring fire and sighs as he looks back at you. He was going to help you if it was the last thing that he did.

"Wait you want to do what?" George looked at his twin like he had three heads.

"Come on Georgie, its for Y/N. She's been really stressed out with the O.W.L.s coming up and I just want to see her smile is all. I'm not asking you to do it with me just to help out," George was shocked. He and Fred had done some silly things in the past but nothing like this, this was taking the cake.

"You are really whipped," is all George says before walking off. God this better be worth it.

You were exhausted, you could feel yourself falling asleep. "Y/N," fingers clicked in your face snapping you awake. You look over at Hermione whose eyebrows are frowned. "You were falling asleep again," you give her a small smile before taking a sip of your coffee that had now gone lukewarm.

"Have you been getting any sleep. You know what Professor McGonagall said, we need to not only be studying but getting good sleep. There is no point in showing up to the O.W.L.s falling asleep," you nod your head.

"Just feels like there is not enough time is all," Hermione nods at this, knowing what the pressure felt like better than anyone. Just as you are about to speak you hear a loud bang. You and it seems everyone else in the great hall jumps, heads turning towards the source. You were shocked when you see Fred standing on top of the Gryffindor table. Your eyes meet and Fred just gives you a smile before nodding his head towards George who is standing off to the side with what looks like a speaker.

Within seconds the start of the song starts, and you instantly recognise it. My Prerogative by Bobby Brown was one of the first muggle songs that you introduced Fred too and it was one of your personal favourites.

Fred starts dancing to the song causing everyone to start laughing and cheering him on.

Everybody talking all this stuff about me.

Why don't they just let me live?

Fred dances his way down the table, making his way towards you and you couldn't help but smirk, shaking your head. God he was an idiot, but he was your idiot.

I don't need permission to make my own decisions.

That's my prerogative.

Fred comes in front of you and you both look at each other and can't help but laugh. This was one of the most ridiculous things anyone has ever done for you. Jumping off of the table Fred pulls you into his arms. "So, what did you think love?" you laugh and shake your head.

"Ridiculous but very entertaining," Fred smirks at this and nods.

"I'll take it, if it means I get to make you laugh love," and God did your heart melt and this.

"I love you Fred," you whisper to him. Fred smiles, taking your face into his hands.

"I love you too, love" he brings his lips to yours and the room burst into cheers from everyone who was soaking up the entire situation, loving it.

"MR WEASLEY," Professor McGonagall shouts as she marches towards the pair of you. Well maybe not everyone loved it.

For all of by book readers, you will get this chapters reference.

[steamy-linguine]

LATE NIGHT BEER

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Read part 2 here

A/N: OMG, HI??? It’s been forever and I haven’t posted in ages but I’ve been on a wolverine kick and thought I should dump a drabble. Anyway, it’s a slow burn and the reader is already given a mutant name, enjoy, might post a pt. 2 hehe

Warnings: None, all fluff, slow burn (sorry), old man logan (need him)

Word count: idk??? Sorry babes.

There you were. Sitting in the garden with your hair pushed behind your ear, a pen between your lips, and a journal in front of your eyes in the grass.

You were new, he could tell. He would’ve remembered a face like yours before.

“Who’s that?” He pointed in the direction of the girl and Scott did a double take.

“That’s Aurora. She can manipulate light,” Scott answered him before he carried on about some mission but Logan was too entranced to pay attention to his words.

You laid on your stomach with your legs in the air, swinging slowly. You pulled the pen from your lips and began scribbling something and he peered his eyes as if he could see that far, or so he wishes.

“Logan, come on we’ve gotta go.” Scott broke his concentration. Trying not to draw any attention to himself, he turned to follow Scott and leaving the area.

So it was like this for the next few weeks. He would walk into the garden and you would be in your usual spot with the same journal. He would even catch you sometimes in the den watching tv with Rogue. You had a laugh that carried down the hall and would fill the space with something warm that would bloom in his chest.

He hated it, because he knew he couldn’t have you. He was much older, not in an illegal way (of course) but you were young and full of life while he was well over 200 years old, and lived a life full of loss which shaped him into the bitter man he was today. One of the days, he was walking the hallway trying to find Storm for some favor that he had forgotten about when you both had crossed paths and for a moment your gaze caught one another.

You gave him a gentle smile and he instead turned his eyes away from yours and continued forward although just your presence made him forget whatever the fuck he was going to do or ask.

The next night, Logan laid in bed trying to fall asleep but something was keeping him awake or more so someone. Ever since he had known you were here, you always invaded his thoughts and it was every night. He could usually push them away and try to sleep but he couldn’t stop thinking about that same tender smile you gave him. It was already bad enough that everyone around him loved you and wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you and now you were invading his thoughts before bed.

He let out a heavy sigh as he got out of bed and knew what could help him in moments like this which was a nice cold beer. He walked the hallways of the mansion, which was filled with nothing but silence and the sounds of the crickets that sang their night song outside of the windows. He pushed open the door into the kitchen when the fridge door shut suddenly and the sound of a bottle popping caught his attention and he turned.

“Sorry, was I loud?” You asked him in a soft voice, your eyes held an apologetic gaze.

His eyes searched over your body and he shook his head, “No.”

The two stood in silence and Logan looked at the bottle in your hands. “That’s my beer, bub.”

You looked down and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and the lights in the kitchen flickered for a brief moment and he figured that you might be feeling a bit intimidated.

He shrugged, “You don’t need to be nervous. I also like a cold beer at night.”

He moved closer to you and you took a step back as he towered over you for a second before turning to open the fridge. His shoulders were broad and his arms were huge, you could tell under the white shirt that he was all muscle. Logan grabbed himself a bottle and closed the fridge.

He walked on the other side of the kitchen island and took a seat, popping open his beer also.

“Logan, right?” You broke the silence. He swallowed whatever was in his mouth and he nodded his head.

“Rogue speaks highly of you. She says you’re a friend.” Your voice is soft and you lean back against the fridge doors. He watches as you press the bottle to your lips and takes a drink.

“I’m sure she’s really the only one that thinks that.” His spoke in a hushed tone.

You smile, “Oh no, everyone thinks you’re pretty cool. I mean you are the wolverine.”

A ghost of a smirk graces his face and he looks down for a split second and back to you, whose eyes never left him.

“How are you liking the mansion?” He asks you trying to change the subject.

He notices there is a shift in you. You look around at your atmosphere and for a brief moment he can see there is a hint of sadness in your eyes. “It’s…nice.” You finally answer.

Logan doesn’t press for an answer from you because he knows that expression to well. You were hiding something and it was painful.

“Well, the students seem to like you.” He affirms.

“Is it only the students?” You ask him and Logan raises a curious eyebrow and you do the same to him.

God, I’m too old for this shit.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to just take you and kiss you right now. Lips pressed together and teeth pulling at the bottom of your lip. He wondered how soft your skin would feel under his rough hands, how sweet your voice would sound when you would call out his name and he wouldn’t even cover your mouth, he’d want to hear you.

“I’ve seen you quite a bit Logan.” Your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he focuses on your words now. “But every time I’ve tried to talk to you, you just ignore me.” You chuckle out the last part.

Logan clears your throat, “I’m sorry I’m not good with conversation.”

“Rogue said that.”

“Of course she did.”

It’s quiet again as the two of you continue to drink and your eyes never leave one another.

“I should probably head to bed. Class is tomorrow and I’m here drinking your beer. Again, I’m really sorry I just assumed since it was in there-“

“It’s fine, bub. Just keep this”-He gestured to the beers-“Between us or else I won’t hear the fucking end of it from Scott.” He said to you as he stood on his feet and held his bottle in his hand.

You gave him that same sweet smile and you nodded as you wished him a goodnight and walked out.

He couldn’t get their conversation out of his head. He only went in the kitchen in hopes to drown his thoughts in the comfort of alcohol only to find the one thing that was being a distraction for him to be standing there in pajamas. It was comedic almost when he thought of it truly.

Logan didn’t think he would ever get another chance to talk to you again but on the next night when he couldn’t escape his thoughts, he went downstairs for another drink only to find you there already waiting for him with two cold beers on the counter.

A/N: CHEESY?? Maybe but pt. 2 will have smut…

[msfantasy-anime]

Shut Up

Kaido x Reader

Summary: Kaido and Y/n breakup.

A/n: Heavily based on the song Shut Up by Black Eye Peas

“Girl, our love is dyin' Why did you stop tryin'?” Kaido sobs and slurs drunkenly making you sigh in resignation. This conversation feels like it’s on repeat.

Sometime ago you met Kaido and fell deeply in love with him. He was strong, kind and exhilarating. His love was intoxicating and so was the picturesque image he built up in your head on being the perfect family. Just the three of you, together.

Ever since you met Yamato, the cracks slowly started to form in the image in which you use to behold Kaido. You started to slowly see the reality on who your partner really was.

He wasn’t strong, he was imposing and authoritative.

He wasn’t kind, he was controlling and manipulative.

He wasn’t exhilarating, he was erratic and unpredictable.

He wasn’t a loving dedicated father, he was controlling and abusive.

But in your desperation to save the future you desperately wanted, you tried your hardest to hold onto the honeymoon period with Kaido and raise Yamato with the love she deserved. You spent countless hours counselling Kaido on how to be a better father and a better partner.

And as the saying goes, you can’t help those who won’t help themselves.

You’d both get caught in screaming matches over anything and everything or at least, that’s how it feels.

It wasn’t until the annexing of Wano, had you finally come to terms with the reality.

He continues to be an elusive partner.

He continues to be an absent father.

In addition, he’s now a cruel leader over what use to be a happy nation.

You soon realised that the situation wasn’t going to improve. All of the root issues in your relationship stems from Kaido not shaping up to be the better version you’re trying to push him to be. He won’t change, and you can’t make him change.

Truth be told, he was never the person you thought he was.

“I never been a quitter, But I do deserve better.” You answer, slugging your full backpack over your should attempting to walk off only for Kaido to snatch the bag, holding you in place.

“Believe me I will do better. Let's forget the past and start this new plan.” Kaido begins to sputter and all empty promises, just like he always does.

“Why? 'Cause it's the same old routine and then next week we just scream about the same thing.” You retort with frustration.

“I know you're tired of the things I say-“

“You're damn right 'Cause I heard them lame damn empty promises just yesterday.” You scream.

“That was a different thing.” Kaido defends.

“No, it ain't.”

“That was a different thing” Kaido pleads desperately, seeing your unwavering stance.

“No, it ain't”.

“That was a different thing!” Kaido asserts angrily which blows your fuse at his naivety.

“It was the same damn thing, same ass excuse! This conversation is useless!” You turn for the final time, you back facing the man you believed held your world. Now a crumbling, weepy mess.

Without uttering another word, you leave, quickly dashing out through the door.

“You’ll be back!” He exclaims, more as a delusional claim to comfort himself, rather than the ugly truth.

You see Yamato at the bottom of the stairs, pools of tears running down her face. “Please don’t leave.”

Your heart tugs painfully.

You did consider staying for no one else but Yamato, but there is really no helping it. For your own sake and your own sanity, you must leave.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I have to go. But!” You say, pressing a torn piece of paper into Yamatos palm. “Take this, you’ll know what to do when you are older. You’ll always have a home with me okay?” You whisper, holding Yamato tightly one last time. “I’m sorry.”

Yamato nods bravely. “Safe travels Y/n, I’ll see you soon.”

[measuredingold]

with you, anywhere will be my home

author’s note: hiiiiiiiii. it’s been a minute, huh ? i’ve honestly been sitting on this for 2 weeks 😅 but happy i’m able to finally get this out for yall ! think of it as a v-day treat 🥰 i love this universe i built with folio and reader and have so many ideas for them lol as always, please enjoy and feedback is appreciated ! and requests are open btw, i’m in a rut and am not sure what people wanna read :) title a translated lyric from bts’ song home

pairing: nick folio x reader

word count: 2.2k

cross posted on ao3

cw/tw: miscommunication 🤥, fluff fluff fluffffff, first time saying i love you, nick is so smitten with reader it makes me sick, 18+ minors do not interact

It's almost a no brainer when Nick decides to ask you to move in.

It makes perfect sense. You're always together when he's home, switching between one place or the other, and it just makes a lot more sense than having your own separate spaces. He doesn't want to be separate anymore. He wants to know that when he's coming back from tour he's coming home to you, in a space you both share and make your own.

There's only one hiccup to this no brainer decision - he hasn’t even said I love you yet. Neither have you.

It's only been 9 months. Not a full year yet, but Nick thinks by month one he was fully in love with you. He might've been from the jump. You were the only person he thought about, the only person he yearned for. Which is crazy to think, because Nick's sure he's never yearned for a single person a day in his life. But it's different when it comes to you.

You're who he sees when he thinks about the future. When he plans out the rest of his life, coming up with every single possibility that could happen between now and then, you somehow manage to be in every single scenario. At first it was jarring, you popping up into his future daydreams, but now it's comforting.

If you asked him right now to spend the rest of his life with you, he'd say yes before you even finished your sentence.

So why hasn't he said it yet? Hell if he knows.

It's not that he doesn't think you love him because deep down he knows you do. Can see it in the way you look at him, in the way you smile, in the small gestures that you make. He stares at you just the same, smile way too big that it hurts his fucking face, and those same small gestures.

You love him the way he loves you.

Which is why he's decided that when he asks you to move in with him, he's just going to say it. No more silent looks and shared smiles when saying goodbye. Nick doesn't think he can go another day without telling you that he loves you. It's corny, but he needs you and just about everyone in a hundred mile radius to know immediately.

So, he'll tell you tomorrow. Easy.

...

Not easy.

Nick never thought he was much of the anxious type, yet here he was pacing outside your front door. He felt hot, hands clammy as he stared at the only thing separating the two of you. He has a key. He can let himself in. Yet, he can't seem to get himself to do it.

Because he knows once he goes in, there's no going back.

He isn't scared of your rejection because he knows that's not the likely outcome. He knows you love him. He thinks he may be a bit scared of what comes next. This is probably the most serious relationship he's ever been in, and he doesn't want to fuck that up. He doesn't think that he would, intentionally at least, but the what if of a hypothetical fuck up has been eating at him for hours.

His eyes flutter shut as he takes in a long deep breath before he finally braves unlocking your door.

His hand shakes as he twists the handle and he mentally swears at himself to fucking calm down, it’s just you, everything’s fine, but when he finally sees you, it’s like the world stops for just a moment. You look up at Nick from your couch, book in your lap, and the smile that spreads across your face makes Nick relax for maybe a split second.

"Hey baby."

"Hi."

He doesn't move, just stares at you from where he's standing, and your expression turns from happy to amused, arms crossing over your chest.

"Babe?"

He blinks. "Yeah?"

"...Whatcha' doin?"

"Um." His face burns at the sound of your giggle at his unusual behavior, but truthfully he doesn't know how to act right now. "Standin'."

"Oh yeah?" You arch a brow at him, more laughter escaping. "Why don't you quit standin' and come sit with me? I missed you."

He'd been gone a few days, out in California to put down some tracks for the new album. He'd just gotten home the day before when he decided he was going to ask you to move in with him because he couldn't stand coming back to an empty home. Nick blinks at you again before he smiles, warmth spreading across his chest as he looks at you seated on the couch.

This is what he wanted to come home to. He wanted to come home after a tour, or after a few weeks in California laying down some drums, to you reading your book on the couch.

"It was only a few days." He hums out and makes his way towards you, flopping himself down beside you.

"I always miss you when you're gone." You shrug before pouting at him. "Did you not miss me?"

His heart speeds up, pounding against his chest and he immediately shakes his head. "I wasn't saying that I didn't-"

"I was just messing with you," You cut him off with a laugh, face softening as you looked at him. "What's goin' on? You're acting weird."

Nick chews on his bottom lip before moving his gaze to the muted television, shoulders going up into a shrug. " 'm not acting weird."

"Yes, you are."

Okay. He is. He knows it and he knows you know it, but he just isn't sure what to say. How do people bring this up? Hey, I'm in love with you. Let's live together. It seems easy enough to say in his head but the second he gazes at you again, his words fall short.

So much for easy.

"I..." Nick starts and then sighs, sliding a hand down his face. "You ever have something to say, but just don't know how to say it? In my head it's so easy but every time I try to get the words out, I lose everything I even wanted to say."

Your face softens. "What happened?"

"What?"

"Something happened when you were gone." Your eyes narrow. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." He mumbles out, eyeing you for a moment. "I just... realized something, but I don't know how to tell you."

"Oh."

For some reason, the detached tone in your voice makes his stomach turn. You shift on the couch, moving your eyes away from him as you look to the side. It's silent between the two of you now and Nick hates it. It's never felt this awkward before. Uncomfortable. He fucking hates it.

"Babe-"

You cut him off. "...Did I do something?"

"No." He's quick with his response, shaking his head quickly. "Fuck. No, you didn't do anything."

His stomach turns at the way you don't respond and wrap your arms around yourself, your arms being some form of protection. From him. Fuck. That's definitely not what he wanted to do. He shakes his head again, eyes pleading as he reaches out for you.

"You didn't do anything."

"Well, it sure feels like I did." You laugh, strained, and Nick swallows down whatever lump was building in his throat. "This feels awfully like a break-up, Nick."

"What?" His voice comes out a lot louder than he expected, and he hates the way his heart breaks beneath his chest at the sad look you finally give him. "I am not breaking up with you. That is not what's happening."

"Then what's happening, Nick?" You whine out, lips dipping into a frown. "You're being weird and saying you have something to tell me but don't know how to tell me. That sounds a lot like I want to break up with you, but I don't know how to tell you."

Nick pauses for a moment, eyes scanning over your face before he breathes out a quiet "Fuck," and shuts his eyes.

He messed up - majorly.

All he had to do was just fucking tell you that he loved you and this would've been all avoided, but instead he had to go and do whatever the fuck this was.

"Babe, listen to me." His eyes open to find you still staring at him, your frown somehow much deeper than it was moments ago. He hesitantly reaches out, silently asking if it was alright to touch you. You nod. He's gentle when he slips your arms away from yourself, finally able to slide his fingers in between yours. "This... I'm not breaking up with you, okay? I'd be fucking crazy to do that."

You don't say anything, just stare at him with that same sad look. He sighs.

"What I realized is that like," He pauses, searching his brain for the right words. "I like coming home to you. After a short tour, or a long one, it feels... good to know that once I'm off that plane, I'm coming back to you."

Your eyes soften momentarily. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He smiles, small and a bit timid, and continues. "Then it made me realize that I'd really love to have a place to call home, you know? Instead of doing all this back and forth. It's fine if that's what you want to keep doing, but I think I'd really like to have a home... with you."

The silence ringing between you two makes his stomach turn. You stare at him, wide eyed and mouth open and the nerves from before come back because he thinks he may have fucked up, but then your hand squeezes his. He can see the tears welling in your eyes now and he watches you blink them away.

"...With me?"

"Yeah?" He's nervous, not sure how to take your response. "If that's okay? Like I said, we can keep doing what we've been doing. Back and forth between here and my place if that's what you want, I don't mind-"

His words are cut off by your lips, a bruising kiss suffocating whatever he wanted to say. His eyes widen for a moment before they flutter shut and he finally kisses back, before chuckling softly against your lips. You sniffle.

"Are you telling me you want to move-in together?"

Nick notices the first tear that falls when he pulls back, reaching a hand up and brushing it away with his thumb. His timid smile grows at the feeling of you nuzzling into his touch.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm telling you."

"Are you sure?" You actually sound nervous, staring at him with wide eyes as you asked.

"Of course I'm sure," He doesn't have to think twice, words falling from his lips with ease, "I love you. I want this, if you do."

It takes him a second to realize he had said it, and feels slightly embarrassed at the butterflies filling his stomach at how easy it was to say. His face flushes as your eyes widen more, lips parting as the weight of his words dawn on you.

"...You love me?"

His stomach turns again, and he nods slowly. "Yeah?"

"How long?"

"I think I loved you from the start." He replies sheepishly, cheeks burning at the wide smile you give him.

You blink away your tears again, leaning more into his palm that's still rested against your cheek. "I think I have, too."

Your words are soft, almost inaudible, but he hears it. His stomach turns and he can feel his heart pounding against his chest. His entire face burns and his ears are probably red, too, but fuck it. He doesn't care.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." Your wide smile falls into something softer, much smaller, and he swears your eyes twinkle as you hum out, "I love you."

Nick doesn't know what to say besides smile at you, cheeks immediately hurting at how wide it's stretched across his face. "I love you, too."

"And I really want to live with you." You rush out. "I've been thinking about that too but I was worried I was moving too fast. Didn't want to scare you."

"Honey," He starts with a chuckle, "I think you could've asked me two weeks in and I would've straight up said you know what? Hell yeah."

You laugh, all thick with emotion and fucking beautiful that Nick can't help but lean in and press his lips against yours again. Your arms raise to wrap around your shoulders to bring him closer to you and he can't help but make a noise, a happy sound, and deepen the kiss. You pull away first this time, forehead resting against his.

"So, we're doing this?"

"Yeah. I think we are."

The two of you smile at each other in silence and Nick wishes nothing more than to bask in this moment a little longer. He doesn't know if he's ever felt happier. Knowing that you love him right back makes him feel things he wasn't sure he's ever felt before. It's in that moment, with the way you're staring at him like he hangs up the fucking moon and the stars, that he's going to ask you to marry him someday.

And it makes him feel damn good knowing that you'll say yes.

[supernovafics]

requesting for the ill be there for you universe! the kids are coming over so steve and r plan a lil dinner party… well they make the dinner together… and its just a little too domestic…. bonus if they end up dancing to some silly song on the radio because arent we all a sucker for dancing in the kitchen 😭😭😭😭😭 the kids walk in on them and are like 🤨🤨 those two need to get together now so baddddddddddd

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k words

warnings: explicit language

summary: in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group 

author's note: thank u for the request !! happy new year<33

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Winter 1986

Steve heard the knock on the door first; you were way too engrossed in singing along to the song that was loudly playing to notice the sound. 

He maneuvered around you in the kitchen to go answer the door as you took a quick peek in the oven to check on the lasagnas. 

It was your idea to have this “New Year’s dinner” at the apartment— since you and Steve had been sick during the holidays and couldn’t see anyone, this was to make up for that— and Steve agreed. Of course, Robin and Eddie said that they would come, and then the kids were an immediate yes as well. 

Even though your and Steve’s collective cooking skills were not the best, you both still wanted to attempt and cook something for everyone, instead of simply ordering a couple of pizzas or takeout from some place. So, you got a lasagna recipe from Miss Johnson that she promised was very basic and couldn’t really be messed up; and so far, she’d been right. Although you did initially have to remake the sauce because of a mess up that you fully blamed on Steve and he fully blamed on you. But, after that, everything else luckily went fine. 

When Steve opened the door and you looked over to see everyone bounding into the apartment, it was then that you remembered just how big the friend group was— you could only imagine what that elevator ride up to the apartment had been like. 

“Is this The Breakfast Club soundtrack?” Robin asked, laughing as she slipped off her coat.

“Yes,” Steve answered. “This is what I’ve been subjected to for the past week.”

You immediately rolled your eyes at his words, which you somehow managed to hear over the loud music. “Oh, shut up, you were just singing along to the last song with me.”

“There’s only some truth to that,” He said as he walked over to the record player to turn the music down a bit. 

Everyone settled at the dining table that Steve’s mom bought for you two for the Thanksgiving dinner that you’d been forced to have here with your parents— that was still somehow a memory that lingered harshly in the back of your mind, like most interactions with your parents did. The table was only meant to fit six people, so the desk chairs that normally sat in your bedrooms were pulled out and placed at the table, and then two foldable chairs were borrowed from your other next door neighbor; this guy in his mid-sixties who would have weekly poker nights with his friends. You would continuously joke around with Steve and tell him that he should join in on the poker nights. In response, he’d always simply roll his eyes at you because you knew that he was bad at poker and he’d also rather not spend his Tuesday nights with random old men. 

Mike walked over to you and handed you a tupperware full of what you could tell were gingerbread cookies. “Since you missed the Christmas party, my mom wanted me to give these to you.”

You immediately smiled. “Holy shit, God bless that woman. Please tell her I said thank you.” 

He nodded at that and then went over to the table, sitting down next to El. 

Steve went back over to where you were in the kitchen and started reaching for the tupperware, but you immediately shooed his hand away. When he simply pouted at you, you rolled your eyes and then opened it so that he could grab a cookie, which he did and then broke it in half so that he could give a piece of it to you. 

“Is it just me or have they been acting extra old married couple lately?” Dustin asked, looking away from the interaction that just happened. 

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Max answered almost immediately and pretty much everyone else simply nodded in agreement.

Neither you nor Steve were paying any attention to the conversation that was currently taking place barely ten feet away from you; instead you both were focused on finishing up the food. You were pulling one of the lasagnas out of the oven and Steve was grabbing the other before putting the store bought garlic bread in the oven— you both had figured that if the lasagna did end up turning out bad, there would at least be bread that neither of you had a hand in making to somewhat save the day. 

“I fully believe that this will be the year that they finally get together,” Lucas said, sounding very certain.

Robin shook her head at that. “No way. If they were gonna date, it would’ve happened already. Years ago, probably.”

She thought back to this past Halloween where you and Steve were dressed up in your Batman and Robin costume, and at some point during the night he ended up giving you a piggyback ride while you all were walking to some party, and she and Vickie were trailing a bit behind the two of you. She thought about how certain she had felt when answering Vickie’s question about if you two had ever dated. “They seem like they’d be perfect together, but I also think the world would implode if they ever tried something.” For the most part, that still felt entirely true. Even though it would’ve made complete sense if something happened, it still didn’t seem necessarily “possible” at this point— it felt like such a far-fetched idea.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Rob on this one. I don’t think they’ll ever actually get together,” Eddie said and then started laughing a bit as he said his next words. “Or it’ll happen twenty years down the road after they’ve both been married to other people and then divorced, and then they’ll finally realize that all they needed and wanted was each other.”

“Wow, that sounds like the most depressing movie ever,” Will told him. 

“I guess it wouldn’t be that sad since they would end up together in the end,” El said with a small shrug.

Eddie nodded. “Exactly.”  

“Okay, yeah, maybe that could happen, but I don’t think it would take that long anymore because things are so different now,” Dustin said. “They’re living together, they have a child together.” He gestured to Harold the Hamster’s cage that sat on the coffee table in the living room. “They’re practically already a couple. It’s inevitable now. Soon they’ll be married and there will be actual children involved, not just Harold.”

Robin rolled her eyes at his final statement. “They’re best friends. They’ve known each for like ten years.” 

“Yeah, which is just another reason why they’re definitely gonna end up together,” Lucas said. “Also, I can’t even remember the last time either of them went on a date, and Steve usually always talks about his dates.” 

“Actually, he was just going out with that girl last month,” Will chimed in. “Vanessa or something?”  

“And that ultimately led nowhere,” Max reminded him. 

Mike took a brief look over at you and Steve to make sure that you two still weren’t listening to the current conversation. “Okay, I have an idea. We should make this a bet. We each say when we think they’ll get together, and if it does end up happening we all give whoever got it right or was the closest five bucks.”

Eddie laughed before nodding. “I actually kind of like that idea.” 

“It’s a great idea,” Dustin said with a nod, and it didn’t necessarily surprise anyone when he pulled out a small notebook and pen out of his pocket because it somehow made sense that he would be the one to bring a notebook and pen to a dinner party; he was probably prepared for anything. 

He started off by saying February– because even though it was only a month away, it was in fact, the month of love— and then everyone started going around the table saying their guesses. Lucas said April, Max and El both said March, Mike said July, Will said August, Robin said a very certain “Never,” and Eddie finished by saying a playful and only slightly serious, “Twenty years.”

It was almost comical how oblivious you and Steve were to what was happening not that far away from you both. Instead, your attention was on grabbing enough silverware for everyone since the plates were already set on the table and Steve was pulling out some cups. 

“I think both of our moms would scold us for not setting everything out before they came,” You told Steve, laughing a bit.

“Very true. I guess our years of being forced to eat at fancy restaurants with them have truly taught us nothing,” He joked back and you smiled at that as you both walked over to the dining table. “We’re gonna bring over the lasagna in a second. What are you guys talking about?” 

“Nothing,” Eddie said casually as Dustin slipped his notebook back into his pocket, which was a subtle action that neither of you noticed. “Just some movie.”

Once everything was set on the table, you two went back to the kitchen to grab the lasagnas.

“The bread will be done in a couple minutes, so if the lasagna sucks we’ll eat that,” You said as you sat down in one of the two empty chairs left, which just so happened to be your desk chair. “Also, if it sucks, blame Steve, not me.”

He shook his head as he rolled his eyes at you and playfully poked your side before taking a seat in the other empty chair on the opposite side of the table. “If it sucks, blame both of us because this was a very mutual effort.”

Robin nodded. “Okay, got it. If this turns out to be the worst meal all of us have ever eaten we’ll make sure to hate both of you equally and not talk to either of you for at least a week.”

Luckily, the lasagna actually turned out pretty great.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[miryum]

"Pilot"

Summary: Detective!Jason Todd x detective!Reader based on Jake and Amy's relationship

Series Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of violence (but nothing descriptive), guns and other police stuff

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Richard Grayson was surveying his detectives, assessing whether or not they were ready.

Cassandra Cain was glaring at her computer, angrily typing away. Dick had to get someone to fix her computer a week ago and he really didn’t want a repeat. But, seeing as she had yet to punch a hole through the screen, Dick was satisfied. Status: Ready.

Stephanie Brown was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she lathered peanut butter onto some bread. Dick couldn’t see the beginning of a toaster fire, so he moved onto his next detective. Status: Ready.

Timothy Drake’s eyes never left his computer as he chugged his fourth cup of coffee. Dick made a mental note to cut him off. Luckily, Tim had gotten a full four hours of sleep last night, so he shouldn’t pass out. Status: Ready.

Damian al Ghul technically wasn’t part of the precinct, but he was a loose cannon nonetheless. From Damian’s phone, Dick could faintly hear the sound of a dog’s bark, and based on the slight upturn of the boy’s lips, Dick guessed that he was enamoured by animal videos. At least he wasn’t causing chaos. Yet. Status: Ready.

Jason Todd was finishing some reports Dick had assigned him, but his eyes kept flickering to the unfinished book on his desk. In the past, Dick had to confiscate books and lock them in his desk drawer to keep Jason focused on his work. Somehow, however, the boy had found a new book, or roped Cass into helping him steal it from Dick’s desk. For now, though, he was occupied with his work. Status: Ready.

And then there was one. Y/n L/n. Dick sighed heavily, preparing himself for the shenanigans she would surely have gotten herself into. Dick’s gaze swept to the desk opposite Jason’s but… Y/n was sitting in her seat, cataloguing evidence. Dick’s mouth fell open. It was a miracle! What did he do to deserve this?! And on today of all days! Dick was silently celebrating when Y/n’s phone chimed and she peeked at it, a grin instantly coming to her face. She slowly turned her head to meet Damian’s Cheshire smile from behind his phone screen. 

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked. Damian nodded. Dick whimpered, pleading to his gods that whatever they were planning would come to a halt. The new Captain was due any moment and he couldn’t risk things not going perfectly. “Terrific,” Y/n cackled. 

Gotham had been gloomy that day, as it always was, but the dark sky was instantly forgotten as the elevator door hissed open and out stepped Captain Wayne. He was greeted by Y/n blasting Hello - I just came to say Hello sung by Lady Aqua on her small, Bluetooth speaker.

“Hello!” Y/n called to the emerging Captain, “And welcome to the sixty-sixth precinct in Gotham! Or as I like to call it, one six away from Hell and the devil herself.” She sang along with the track, “I just came to say hello! Steph! Now!”

Stephanie threw her hand up and let pieces of confetti fall to the floor. “I’ll clean it up later!” she shouted to Dick over the music.

Dick cradled his face in his hands. Captain Wayne did not seem pleased. Dick sighed before plastering on his award-winning smile and striding up to his new Captain. “Captain Wayne. I’m Sergeant Grayson. It’s a pleasure to have you here with us.”

Captain Wayne held a hand up and Dick slowly closed his mouth, his unshaken hand dropping to his side. “I am your new commanding officer, Captain Bruce Wayne. Sergeant Grayson? A word.”

“Of course,” he nodded, following Captain Wayne into the man’s new office. Dick shot Y/n a warning glare just as the music changed to Classic by MKTO. She bopped her head song to the beat, giving her superior a thumbs-up.

Damian didn’t look up as Captain Wayne marched by. After the door clicked shut, the civilian administrator muttered, “anyone else get a gay vibe?”

Y/n slowly turned the music down until it was a hush in the background. She hummed along before stating, “he and I are gonna be besties!” Steph cringed and Jason huffed a laugh.

“Sergeant Grayson,” Captain Wayne stood stoically, gazing out at his new team. “We served together in the fifteenth. How have you been?”

“Good, good. My wife and I just had twin baby girls.” Dick pulled out his wallet to show a family photo with him and Kori cuddling two little girls and grinning at the camera. 

“Adorable,” Captain Wayne barely glanced at the picture. “Tell me about your detective squad.”

“Okay.” Dick turned to stare out the office window with his senior officer. “Damian is our civilian administrator. He… has opinions and can rudely say them at inappropriate times, but the few times he does his job, he’s incredibly good at it. He grew up with L/n and that’s mainly how he got the job. He’s putting himself through law school and is surprisingly top of his class.”

“Damian, I need you to catalogue these files for me,” Cass said.

Damian held up a finger, typing away on his phone.

“Damian,” Cass repeated. 

“Hold on. I need to send a scathing email to my professor.”

Cass hummed and said, “fair. Take your time.”

“Cass is tough, fair, and impossible to read. Her specialty is silence, both in the field and in the precinct.” Dick exhaled, nodding towards the woman’s desk. “She’s brilliant and somewhat terrifying, but we all know she loves us.”

“How long has she been sitting there?” Y/n whispered.

“It’s been eight minutes and thirty one seconds,” Tim said, fixated on his watch.

“Damn,” Steph murmured. “What’s her record?”

“Eleven minutes and fifteen seconds,” Y/n answered automatically. They were all carefully watching Cass who was scowling at the wall. 

“Alright, everyone!” Dick barged into the briefing room and the three detectives cried out in protest. “First order of-”

“Dick! Shut up!” Y/n shushed him. “You’re disturbing Cass! This could be a new record.”

“Wait wait!” Stephanie slapped Y/n’s arm. “She’s still in the zone!”

Y/n gasped. “You got lucky, Grayson.”

“Stephanie is our optimistic cinnamon roll.” Dick beamed and gestured to Steph who was faithfully sweeping up the confetti. “She’s super dedicated to her job and no one can stay mad at her. She’d do anything for this precinct, as we would her.”

“Hey, Tim? Tiiiiiiim… Timmy!” Steph tapped his desk. “That’s your eighth cup of coffee.”

“It’s decaf!” Tim protested.

“No, it’s not. I watched you make it.” Jason pipped up. 

“You’re not helping!” Tim glared across the bullpen. Steph clicked her tongue accusingly, pointing at Jason to help prove her point.

“Fine.” Tim dumped his coffee in the trash. Steph ruffled Tim’s hair before bouncing back to her desk. 

“Tim is a coffee addict. He may be the most academically gifted on the team, except when it comes to his sleep schedule. He’s dreamed about being a police officer his entire life and his face when he made detective… you should’ve seen him.” Dick chuckled, shaking his head.

After Steph walked away, Tim fished his coffee out of the trash and quickly chugged it. Jason frowned at him disapprovingly.

“Jason grew up on the streets. He had a… bad home life and was surrounded by gangs as a kid. He was sure he would end up behind bars instead of putting others behind them. An older officer, Alfred, picked him up off the streets. Jason pulled himself up from his bootstraps and is now here. Contrary to his large, tank-like frame, he's just a kid who loves Jane Austen.”

“There’s a perp running around,” Dick said in the briefing room. “Who keeps breaking into people’s houses and stealing oddly specific items. Certain books, a vase, even a pillow-”

“It's a crazy ex-girlfriend,” Jason called out. 

“What?”

“The owners of the apartments all just got out of a relationship. The ex is stealing things that were meaningful from the relationship,” Jason explained. “The timeline adds up too. The robberies had time in between them for a relationship to grow and foster- a year or two apart.”

“Like your sex life,” Y/n snickered, high-fiving Cass.

“And Detective L/n?”

Dick shook his head, smiling softly against his will. “Y/n is my best detective. She’s always wanted to be the good guy and solve the hardest challenges. The only challenge she hasn’t overcome is how to grow up.”

“Well put,” Wayne raised an eyebrow. 

“Thank you!” Dick mentally patted himself on the back. “I’ve spent a lot of therapy time talking about her. But you can’t tell her that. She already has a big ego.”

“Noted.”

“I’ll need a list of your employees and anyone who has a key-”

Crash! Bang-bang!

“Really?” Jason turned to Y/n who was messing with a mini electric keyboard. “What are you? Twelve?”

In response, Y/n hit a button and a fart noise filled the air. “And I’d like to apologise for my partner,” Jason rolled his eyes. “Her parents didn’t give her enough attention.”

Y/n loudly asked, “if I solve this case, can I get this for free?”

“If you solve this case, I’ll buy it for you,” Jason deadpanned. 

“Yay! We’re looking for a perp with a buzz cut (ew, by the way) and a dragon tattoo on his left forearm.” Y/n stuck her tongue out at Jason. The man just frowned in question. “I have a confidential informant.” Y/n’s voice turned low and menacing. “He spent years in this place, slowly losing his sense of self. Watching, learning, listening… WE HAD A SPY ON THE INSIDE! HERCULES MUFFIN MAN!” Y/n proudly held up a small, fuzzy teddy bear. “Did I forget to mention he’s a nanny cam?” She turned Hercules Muffin Man around to show a camera implanted into his head. Her phone showed a grainy video of a guy breaking into the electronic store. “Oops!” She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. “Guess I get a piano for my desk.”

“You’re dismissed,” Wayne nodded to Dick who saluted. “Please ask Damian to join me.”

“Yes, boss?” A minute later, Damian stood in the doorway.

“Close the door behind you,” Wayne instructed. “Tell me about L/n.”

“Y/n? I’m assuming you’re inquiring about personal details because I’m sure Richard gave you the professional. Y/n’s in love with Jason.” He shrugged, staring at his new boss with a look that asked Is that what you wanted to know?

“Oh.” Wayne didn’t know what else to say other than, “Does he like her back?” He cleared his throat. 

“I don’t know,” Damian muttered. “I know my best friend, but I know shit about Jason.” Captain Wayne took a breath and excused Damian with a wave of his hand. He rubbed his temples, wondering what he had done to deserve the DA assigned him this precinct.

Bruce set up a photo of him and Clark as Rasputin blared on Y/n’s speakers.

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𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 ❀ tom blyth x fem!singer reader

summary : readers reputation isn’t all that good but who cares since she’s met the love of her life

warning(s) : reader gets slut shamed :( but that’s it

a/n : i’m going to be real honest i wanted to use hailee steinfeld as the fc BUT i just had to do olivia bc she’s so me and i listened to delicate by taylor swift about 10 times while i made this 🙃

i also had a really hard time coming up with why the readers reputation is 👎🏼 so i kinda just went with the whole olivia and sabrina thing but it’s reversed!! 😼 (so instead of olivia getting broken up with it’s sabrina who got broken up with)

ynuser happiness 🙃

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user1 oh so ur happy bc ur a home wrecker?

user2 yikes…

user3 Y/N PLS I CANNOT KEEP DEFENDING YOU GIRL

user4 y’all don’t even know the full story pls

user5 she’s such a slut

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ynuserupdates the tea is popping hot between these three! y/n rodrigo has now claimed that she has never had any romantic relationship with joshua basset…will sabrina carpenter clear the air between the situation??

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user1 she SPOKE on the situation??

↳ user2 yeah she went on a podcast

user3 oh shit

user4 this is why yall shouldn’t believe everything on the internet 😭

user5 poor y/n and sabrina :(

↳ user6 all over a guy too :(

user7 guys will always be the problem

ynuser i’m soooo excited to announce that i wrote a song called Can’t Catch Me Now for the new Hunger Games : The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes movie!!! 🕊️🐍🧡

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rachelzegler THATS MY GIRL!!!

user1 sis really said lemme just make the greatest comeback of all time

user2 oh she’s slaying ur honor

hunterschafer the best person who could’ve written a song for this movie

tomblyth so proud of you

user3 TOMS COMMENT OMG???

user4 i just KNOW this song is gonna be so good

user5 girl was probably finishing up writing this song when the whole sabrina and josh thing was going on 😭😭

thehungergames 🧡🧡🧡

ynuser life recently 🖤

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user1 Y/N WHOS THE BOY

rachelzegler SOFT LAUNCH I REPEAT SOFT LAUNCH

tomblyth cutie

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↳ user2 SHUT UP OMG

user3 TOM AND Y/N????

user4 SOFT LAUNCH MY ASSSSS RACHEL

user5 pls wasn’t she just with that josh guy?

↳ user6 girl she went on a podcast and said it was a fake rumor

user7 oh this next album is gonna HIT

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tomblyth premier day

tagged : @/ynuser , @/rachelzegler , @/hunterschafer , @/thehungergames

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ynuser hey that’s me!!!

ynuser took the last pic on tom’s phone

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rachelzegler oh we ate that

user1 y’all SLAYEDDDD

user2 stream can’t catch me now yall ✌️

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user3 y/n taking a .5 on tom’s phone is so cute

↳ user4 no literally they are my PARENTSSSS

user5 the girls are slaying ur honor

hunterschafer love you!!

tomblyth added to their story!

ynuser delicate mv out now!!

tagged : @/tomblyth

tomblyth i’m in love with you

↳ ynuser i love you more

user1 OH MY GODODJNSND

user2 AN ALBUM IS COMING

user3 BRO TOM BEING IN THE MUSIC VIDEO I CANT???

user4 NOW THIS WAS A HARD LAUNCH

rachelzegler omg the cats finally out of the bag I CAN TALK ABOUT THEM NOW

↳ ynuser PLSSSS sis was eager and almost spilled the beans like a week ago 😭

↳ rachelzegler i just LOVE YALL SO MUCH

hunterschafer such a perfect song for a perfect couple 🖤

user5 i cannot do this today

user6 joshua basset is def crying in the corner

↳ user7 NAH FR HE FUMBLED HER AND SABRINA

conangray ate

user8 y/n be so fr we been knew since the announcement of can’t catch me now

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[inesbaby21]

omggg hii loved ur inês head cannons!! was wondering if you would do like singer!reader x inês !!

10000x yessa guys look at my username .. i LOVEEEE ME SOME INÊS DOWN DO NOT PLAY WITH IT 😜

INÊS BETTENCOURT X SINGER!READER HEADCANONS

Definitely has a playlist dedicated to your songs/ Songs that remind you of her

I'm also getting nepo baby vibes from singer!reader, but not like you guys are probably thinking..I seeing like former WNBA player mom, or NBA player dad that follows singer!reader like a HAWK honey ..

Anyways, this girl cannot shut up about you in post game interviews- like she's getting side eyed by kk and ice for mentioning your new EP/new album

"Yeah no, my pregame playlist is full of Y/N-" Inês says, full blown smile- eyes gleaming full of adoration.

"The fact that she's not even lying is the best part, she's so whipped that we can't even MENTION Y/N being in the stands- or even like coming to a game without her squealing like a little girl .." FT A NASTY the side eye BAD.

I definitely see Inês getting in trouble for missing practice to see you perform- or like begging you to come to a home game for weeks and like freaking when you finally do.

"Paige help me- I didn't think she was actually gonna fly in to watch me play. SHE JUST HAD A CONCERT IN ARIZONA."

"nesh don't task me- I've never had to stop someone from getting on a plane to see me the next day" Paige says muting the live as Inês marches in the room terrified

FASHION. KILLERS. cmon now, like seriously do think Singer!Reader would let nesh walk around looking like a hobo?

Jokes, Jokes, the two definitely match- but like Mary Kate and Ashley match (I'm a twin fun fact! and my mom would match me and my brother this way!)

Definitely always Inês plus one to events- and vise versa.

"But Y/N/NNNNN I really want you to go to our pregame dinner- meet my teammates and friends! I literally live with most of them" The tan girl says pouting as she raises her head from the dip of your chest.

Poor baby definitely (accidentally) exposed your relationship on live with Kk, Paige, and Azzi somewhere in the background. Definitely got laughed at while she freaked out.

"Paige- You know that Y/N/N is coming from california after todays performance and she's coming to see meee" The girl says, completely disregarding the fact that they were on live. UNMUTED with over 5k active and listening fans, fans who commonly screen recorded the lives.

Poor baby ended the live so fast, and rushed to call you and let you know that she had exposed your almost 7 month relationship on accident (while sobbing)

"And- and like I said something about you coming to see me after your performance in Cali, a-and like We were on live. With you being in Cali right now- about to perform in a few hours- plus Y/N being your name they know i'm talking about you" The girl says In-between sobs.

"Oh Nes- I'm not mad baby, I had no problem with going public I just wanted to make sure you were ready" You said doing your best to comfort the obviously distraught girl- who was convinced that you would be upset with her.

Cutest paparazzi pictures of you two on the beach, or on stage before a concert- and don't get me started on the date/late night pictures of the two of you out.

Definitely having to get Inês used to people following her around, getting picture of her, and the Gala's (Not that ANY of the things paparazzi do should be legal, but just so it's less stress on the poor girl 😞)

Definitely writing a few (a whole notebooks worth) of songs about inês

Also definitely comes to see Singer!Reader live/ on stage after hard launching each other and Is invited (dragged) on stage as she sings an acoustic version of a song she wrote about Nesh

Definitely spends all of her free time on the phone with you, or if your schedules line up little vacations/get aways because with both of your demanding schedules sometimes you two need a little no phone, no wi-fi, no service break you know ?

A/N I love my sugar plum blum Inês! I can't waittt to see her do great things this season, even if she's not with Uconn! also remember that these are HUMAN BEINGS with emotions, feelings, and personal behind the scenes things that we don't know about. Meaning that her transfer really is none of our business, as for other players transferring schools/being traded off in the WNBA. Our "Job" is to support these women, watch them do what they love, and to honestly mind our business 🤷🏽‍♀️.