#can't wait to see what this new stage in their relationship holds for them

[dyaz-stories]

JUJUTSU BOYS + PDA

how the jjk boys are when you're in public with them

including: gojo, nanami, choso, yuuji, megumi, maki

word count: 3.6k (500-600 words for one character)

cw: intended as canon compliant, established relationships, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, kissing, public demonstrations of affection, can't think of anything else tbh

a/n: been reading some fics in this format so wanted to try my hand at it again. it's been years since I wrote short pieces like that, so I hope you'll enjoy them!

GOJO

Gojo has no concept of personal space, and that is something you had to get used to since you started dating — if anything, since before you started dating. Even when the two of you were at a more flirtatious stage, he’d always be leaning towards you to talk to you, face inches away from yours, hands on your hips if he needed to move past you, arm casually around you if you were sitting next to each other. It was all the better if it flustered you.

None of this has changed, except that he’s much more extra about it now. Holding your hand while walking? Nah, that’s boring. He’ll have his arm around your shoulders, even if it’s not convenient given the height difference. He’ll also try to put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, pout if you tell him not to do it. If you’re waiting in line with him, he has both of his arms around you, is resting his chin on top of your head, and wants nothing more than for you to lean back into his chest, relaxing into his embrace. You can both be doing totally unrelated things — you’re reading and he’s checking his phone — but you’re slotted against each other, and that’s how it is ideally for you.

You’re waiting for him to show up to your date when you feel yourself surrounded by familiar arms, and then his cheek is pressing against yours as he surveys the book you’re holding in your hands.

“Whatch’ya reading?” he asks, breath warm against your cheek.

“Just doing some research on emerging curses,” you say with a shrug as you close it and put it in your bag. “So, did you want to check out that new bakery?”

He hums in reply, and you wait for him to move so you can start walking.

He doesn’t.

“…do you plan on letting go of me?” you ask after a while, turning your head to look at him.

He pouts at you, inches away from your face.

“I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet…”

“We’re in public, Satoru,” you say, feeling your face heating up.

“So? Let ‘em stare. They might as well, if you ask me.”

You want to roll your eyes — one day, you’ll have to talk about that exhibitionist streak of his — but in the meantime, you just have to crane your neck a little to peck his lips. They’re soft, as always, and he follows greedily when you pull away, his hand coming up to tilt your chin up gently as he presses more kisses on the corner of your lips, then on your cheek.

“You’re impossible,” you say, badly hiding your laughter. “Let’s go, or we won’t make it to closing time. You’re late, by the way.”

He lets out a heartbroken sigh, but finally frees you, keeping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you start walking towards the bakery. He keeps his strides short, so you don’t have to run to keep up with him, instead allowing you to keep a comfortable pace.

“Yeah, well, what can I say? I’m just too good at my job, they can never get enough of me.”

“Aw, poor darling,” you say. You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and bring it to your lips to press a kiss on the back.

He lets out a cough that doesn’t do much to disguise the fact that he’s getting flustered, and you grin, satisfied. Two can play that game.

Fortunately, neither Satoru nor you have any intention of forfeiting any time soon.

NANAMI

Nanami is a private man. There is no reason for the whole world to know his business, and he doesn’t feel the need to put his relationship on display for everyone to see. His softness for you is still plain to see in how gentle his voice gets when he speaks to you, in how carefully he chooses his words, in how fond his eyes are when he listens to you tell him about your day. He knows you like him holding your hand, though, so he’ll indulge you, especially when you’re walking by his side through crowded streets.

That is for practical reasons, of course. First, it just wouldn’t do to lose sight of you. Second, people tend to steer clear of him, his serious expression and his broad frame, and that means they realize quickly to steer clear of you. It has nothing to do with how soft your hand is in his, or how the way you use your thumb to stroke his skin sends shivers down his back.

“That’s a lovely restaurant,” you comment, eyes drinking in the elegant decor while Nanami is examining the menu.

“It had excellent reviews,” he answers, not going into details as to the great lengths he’d gone to in order to ensure that this date was as perfect as humanly possible.

“I’ve been in the neighborhood so many times, and I had no idea this was here,” you say. The place is very small, only a handful of tables, all of them now filled. You’re sharing an alcove with Nanami, creating some distance with other customers.

“There aren’t many tables available, so they don’t advertise much,” he explains as he sets the menu down. “But they’re known for their excellent cuisine.”

You give him a smile, then lean closer to him to kiss him on the cheek. Your lips linger just a little too long, and then you move them close to his ear, which is already turning quite red.

“Thank you for planning all that,” you say sweetly. “It looks wonderful.”

He clears his throat when you pull away, avoiding your eyes.

“Of course,” he answers, voice wavering imperceptibly. “Anything for you.”

And you know he means it, too.

Under the table, his hand finds your leg, large palm easily covering your knee while calloused fingers carefully rub your calf. You bite your lip, welcome the warmth that spreads in your body. You know Kento well enough to be sure that that’s as far as he’ll go, that he wouldn’t dare to do anything more in such a public setting, and that makes you enjoy the intimacy of the gesture all the more.

Later that night, while the two of you are walking out, his jacket is around your shoulder at his insistence — “It’s cold outside” — and he’s getting ready to call a taxi.

“Kento?”

He lowers the phone to look at you, and you push yourself on your tiptoe, hand closing around his tie to pull him down towards you.

It’s late at night, he tells himself. There’s no one around, he tells himself. That’s why he closes his eyes and allows himself to melt into the kiss, regretting it when you pull away too soon and catching himself before he grabs you by the hips to get you closer to him.

“I had a great evening,” you say. “Should we take this to somewhere more private?”

How much more merciless can you get?

“Certainly,” he says. “Just give me a second.”

There is nothing he can deny you.

CHOSO

Choso cannot wrap his head around what he can and cannot do around you. The rules for what is proper, what is acceptable, have shifted so much since he was last around, and he would die before he embarrassed you — or worse, before he did something that would make you push him away. He knows that you wouldn’t, and yet the fear is like a weight that tugs on his heart every time he thinks about it. He walks by your side, glancing at your hand that’s freely hanging between the two of you, and though he brushes his knuckles against yours, he just cannot bring himself to do it. It’s to the point where it’s the only thing he’s thinking about — and he just can’t do it.

Then you see something that catches your eye and you grab his hand and pull him with you in that direction, and he thinks his heart could just fall out of his chest. You make it look so easy, so natural, being with him coming as easy to you as breathing, and he couldn’t possibly ask for more. It takes him many other tries, many other dates, before he can take your hand in his. When he does, you glance down in surprise, then grin at him, and kiss his knuckles softly — and he’s so happy he could die.

“So,” you say, sitting on the park bench, knee pressed against his while you’re leaning into him to show him your phone, your hair tickling his neck, “that’s the movies they have on tonight. Think we should call Yuuji to ask him what to watch?”

“Hm,” Choso says, not really focusing on anything you’re talking about, not when you’re this close to him, “isn’t— isn’t that the one franchise he’s always talking about?”

You burst out laughing, then rest your head on his shoulder.

“No offense, babe, but there is no one in the world I’d go see a Human Earthworm movie for. Even if this one is supposed to have romance in it,” you shudder at the thought, “I’d like to go see something actually. You know. Watchable.”

Choso’s mind is going in overdrive. You’re so close, and he knows he should have gotten used to this by now. He isn’t usually like this, but some passers-by are looking — not necessarily being judgmental, though there was an old lady earlier who scoffed and shook her head, but… looking.

“Then I don’t know if Yuuji is going to be much help,” he manages to say as you keep scrolling on the cinema’s website.

“That’s fair,” you sigh, standing up from the bench, and even if he can now think again, he misses your warmth and your smell right away. “Well, maybe we drop the movie and just go get something to eat, what do you say?

“Sounds good,” he answers, standing up after you.

Hesitantly, almost clumsily, he reaches for your hand, fingertips brushing against your thigh as he does, then tightens his grip around your palm, ensuring that it wouldn’t slip away from you. You give him a fond smile, then take a step to get closer to him, and kiss him gently. His breath hitches, and his eyes dart around the mostly empty park.

“T-there’s people around,” he says quietly, and he hates that you step back to look around.

“Oh, sorry,” you say, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—”

He takes your hand to pull you with him, and you follow him through the grass as he finds a more secluded spot, behind a tree.

“There,” he says, and you chuckle at how satisfied with himself he sounds.

“Oh Choso,” you coo, leaning against the tree while you grab his shirt to pull him down towards you. His mouth is warm, eager, and his cheeks remain a fierce shade of red as he kisses you back insistently.

You would have missed the beginning of the movie anyway.

YUUJI

The thing about Yuuji is that any type of public demonstration of affection feels so natural coming from him. It’s almost never meant to be suggestive, it’s not something he thinks through, it’s just something he does. You’ll be sitting with Nobara when he appears, and he just puts his arm around you while talking to her, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You’re walking with him when he lifts his head up like he’s forgotten something, and what he forgot was to hold your hand, silly him.

If you walk by him while he’s sitting, he’ll grab your hips to pull you in his laps, fingers rubbing circles on the skin of your arms, absent-mindedly playing with your fingers as he holds your hand. After all, why wouldn’t he? He doesn’t even realize that it flusters you, and it just feels so natural for him to show his affection like that. He’ll look at you with stars in his eyes while you speak, not seeming to realize that his face is so close to him while you’re sitting in his lap.

No one pays attention to it anymore. You arrive just as Nobara is starting the movie — she’s putting on an action movie, thank you very much, even if Gojo just bought the collector edition of Human Earthworm 4 for Yuuji, with the director’s cut — and with all the students crammed in the room, including Panda, who’s taking most of the space on the couch, there’s nowhere left for you to sit.

“Come here,” Yuuji says cheerfully, waving you towards the armchair where he’s found his spot, “it’s about to start.”

You glance around the room for a reaction, but no one is paying you any mind. You walk over to him, perching yourself on one of the arms, legs over his. He doesn’t seem puzzled by it, just puts an arm around your waist casually.

Of course, you end up still sitting in his lap eventually, just slipping in it at some point in the movie. Can you be blamed? He’s warm and comfortable, and he wraps both arms around you so he can tuck his chin in the crook of your shoulder, nose brushing against your cheek when he turns his head. Not that he seems to notice how it makes your pulse quickens, eyes focused on the movie.

“What are the themes even supposed to be,” he mutters under his breath, eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

“’Military good’?” you suggest quietly as a guy gets blown up on screen.

“The first half of the movie was about military bad,” he protests. “They can’t just act like that never existed.”

“Would you two shut up,” Nobara shouts from her spot, “or Maki will come beat you up!”

The two of you pipe down, knowing the threat is very serious and not one to take lightly.

When the movie ends, everyone gets up, stretching, but you’ve gotten comfortable against Yuuji’s chest, and you don’t feel like doing that just yet.

“That was terrible,” Yuuji comments, and you let out a brief laugh. Gojo has somehow made a cinephile out of him, and you love how worked up he gets over that stuff.

“Yeah, we should have been watching Human Earthworm 4 instead,” you say.

“Exact— oh, you’re making fun of him.”

You giggle, then tilt your head to kiss him. For a second, he freezes, eyes going wide. Kissing is the one thing he rarely initiates — but when you do, you get to see his gaze soften, before his whole body goes soft. His hold on your waist tightens — and then a pillow thrown with impressive precision hits him, and only him, on the ear.

“Not in public,” Maki shouts from all the way into the kitchen.

“Hey,” your boyfriend protests, “I’m not the one who—”

“You’re such a traitor,” you gasp, struggling to pull yourself free from his arms — but it’s no use against his strength, and he refuses to let go.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says. “Now, where were we?”

You might have been at fault for the first pillow, but that second one is all on him, as far as you’re concerned.

MEGUMI

Megumi is a private guy. He can be affectionate in public, but there is a side of him that he only wants you to see. He especially doesn’t want any of your nosy friends, or worse, his adoptive dad to see how he can be around you. They would never stop teasing him after, and he doesn’t think he could live with that.

Or that they could live with that. Because he’d kill them.

It does annoy him that he’s supposed to deny himself because of them. If it was up to him, he’d spend most of his time alone with you, preferably in a small house in the middle of a forest with no one around, no curses, no sorcerers, no nothing. That, sadly, isn’t an option though, so he has to find his own way to do things.

“Don’t move,” he says sternly. “You have something on your face.”

You roll your eyes, but tilt your head up towards him, as he carefully runs his thumb under your eye, then over your cheek, blowing on it once it’s done.

“What was it?” you ask.

“Just an eyelash,” he says with a shrug. “You’re good now.”

You study him, waiting for him to give something away, but he doesn’t, just staring at you with the same expression he always wears.

“Should we get going?” he asks. “I thought we were supposed to catch a movie.”

“Sure,” you relent. “We should get moving.”

The streets are quite full at this time of the day, and you have to step aside frequently to let people pass, sometimes losing sight of Megumi. Eventually, with a sigh, he grabs your hand, pulling you with him as he walks, sending murderous glares to anyone who stays in his path.

“You’re going to get lost at this rate,” he mutters as he pulls you with him.

“I mean, worst case scenario we meet back at the theater,” you say, and you grin at the offended look he gives you. He notices it, but doesn’t answer, a light pink dusting his cheek as he glances away.

He hates the idea of being away from you on a day that’s supposed to be about the two of you — but since he refuses to say the quiet part out loud, you get to tease him all you want.

To be fair to him, having Megumi as your scary guard dog does make it much easier and much faster to reach the theater. He gives you a pointed look when you get there, and, to your regret, lets go of your hand quickly, though his touch lingers there a second longer than necessary.

“Should we get a couple seat?” you ask innocently as you approach the register.

Megumi glares at you once more while you give him a sweet smile.

“It’s better that way, right?” he says, clearing his throat. “Otherwise strangers might have to share one.”

“Sure,” you nod, not even bothering to hide your grin. “It’s just more practical, right?”

“Right,” he says stiffly.

Even once you are in the couple seat, he keeps a thoroughly appropriate distance from you, one that you might find a little hurtful if, at the end of the commercials, he didn’t fake a yawn to put his arm around you, in the least smooth way known to man.

“You know you can just do it,” you say quietly as the lights turn off, resting your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to go through all that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbles.

Reaching for his face, you tilt his head towards you, and push yourself to meet his lips for a sweet, soft kiss. For the first time since you’ve stepped foot outside, his whole body relaxes into yours, and he stops trying to pretend.

“You had something on your lips,” you whisper when you pull away.

He snorts, then quickly goes back in to steal one more kiss from you before the movie starts.

“Liar,” he says.

As if he’s one to talk.

MAKI

Maki isn’t a demonstrative person as a general rule. She does compliment you without hesitation, words falling from her mouth so genuinely that it never fails to fluster you, but physical demonstrations of affection don’t come easy to her, maybe because she received so little of it as a kid. She does it sporadically, and she does very much enjoy teasing you, loves knowing that she can get those reactions out of you.

It’s the more spontaneous gestures that get to you though. She’ll kiss your forehead after a battle that left you bruised, a way of comforting you. She’ll pat your head after you managed to pull an impressive move during training. On one occasion, when you got injured, she carried you in your arms to Shoko, demanding that you be taken care of right this instant. She’d been the one to get flustered after that, hiding her face in her hand in embarrassment when it was brought up later on.

It might not come easy to her, but she does love it when you do it — when you show her your love in that way.

“You’re late,” she scolds you when you reach her for one of your dates, needing to take a second to catch your breath because you’ve been running since getting out of the subway.

“Sorry,” you say between deep breaths, “there was an emergency.”

Worry flashes on her face immediately.

“A curse? Were you hurt?”

She reaches for you, tilting your face towards her as she examines it, then study your body to make sure you weren’t injured. You let her, surprised at first, then endeared.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she frowns once she realizes how soft your gaze has become.

You grin, then push yourself closer to kiss her. You don’t care that you’re in public, and though it wouldn’t have occurred to her to do it, neither does she. The kiss is sweet, gentle. I’m alive, you’re alive, it says. No need for more.

“See?” you ask cheerfully. “All good. Now, I’m pretty sure you were going to buy me dinner…”

She clicks her tongue, but she’s grinning. It’s nice to see her so at ease, so relaxed. It’s a side of her you’d never see within the walls of Jujutsu High, nor on a mission. You’re the only one that can bring it out of her, and man do you love it.

“I’m buying? Again?”

“I did almost just die.”

“Nice try, but you told me you were fine.”

“I’m fine now,” you insist, “but…”

“Well, I was disowned by my family, so I don’t have money. You’re buying.”

The two of you keep bickering, but, as you walk, you reach for her hand. She pulls away at first, years and years of reflexes kicking in instinctively, and once she realizes what you were doing, she’s the one who takes your hand in hers. She holds it delicately, careful not to break it — to be fair, her strength would probably allow her that.

It’s so sweet and light, being out there with you like that. So normal. She hopes it never ends.

You squeeze her hand, and she lets you guide her across the street, content with just following, knowing that she can trust you to fill in her shortcomings in the relationship, like she does it for yours.

The sky is grey, the forecast said it might run later tonight — Maki’s planned an umbrella, she’s sure you didn’t think of it — but as far as she’s concerned, the day is as beautiful as it could possibly be.

this is my first time writing for... pretty much everyone here except gojo lol. i hope you enjoyed it and that the characterization wasn't too off, but any feedback is welcome! if you want to support me and my writing, please reblog/leave a comment or send me an ask, i'd love to chat! i'll see you later for some more jjk writing ^-^

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[devilishchaos]

"First time" series /fingering/ | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben's first sleepover and more.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, fingering, hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: Rúben is so baby in this picture!! I can't <3

Word Count: 2 663 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You and Rúben were dating for approximately two months when he asked you to sleepover at his apartment. You have been there only a couple times for no longer than 2 hours and this time he wanted you to spend the night? You had no problem with that, you also wanted it, you were just a little nervous. When you showed up, he took you to the living room and you started watching some Netflix show. 

It was around ten at night. And you were laying with your head in his lap, scrolling on your phone, yawning as he played with your hair. 

“Ow, biiig yawn.” Rúben’s chest rumbled a little with laughter. 

You smiled and lightly reached up and hit his arm. 

“Ouch.” he feigned hurt “Are you tired?” he asked. 

“Mm..not really. Are you?” you shook your head. 

“No.” he simply said “Come here.” 

“What about the show?” you quietly ask him as you perch yourself onto his lap. 

“Don’t pay attention to that. Pay attention to me..” he tells you quietly and has one hand on your hip as the other cups your cheek to keep your focus on him “It’s just you and me, yeah?” 

You nod and hold onto his broad shoulders as he pulls your head down to press a firm kiss to your lips. You whimpered at the warmth and wetness of his lips. Rúben tilts his head to kiss you deeper. You push your chest closer to his, eager to feel more of him. Your fingers curl into his dark hair, soft and a little damp still probably from the shower he had taken prior to your arrival. 

When your lips part, his tongue enters your mouth as he sucks and nibbles at your lower lip. You whimper softly and grind your hips down on him. You held onto him, not wanting an inch of space between your bodies. He kisses you deeply once more, groaning softly when you nibble at his bottom lip and lick the spot afterwards. He looks up at you with hazy eyes and pink cheeks, his hair falling onto his forehead from your hands running through them. You pushed it back and eagerly bent your head for more kisses. 

“You’re so sweet..” he rasps and moves his kisses down to your neck, moving your hair back to lick and kiss your sensitive skin “..I could just eat you up.” 

“Mmm..” you whimpered and licked your lips, shivering when he nibbled your earlobe “You have a dirty mouth, Dias.” 

“Just wait till you see what I can do with my tongue.” he huskily says in your ear, causing you to twitch on his lap from his hot breath spewing across your skin. 

You slapped his chest and blushed as he laughed quietly, his eyes crinkling at the sides as his top lip nearly disappeared from how wide his smile is. You look at him with a lovesick expression, smoothing your hands down on his hair so it was neat again. He swipes his thumb across your warm cheek as he gives your lips another kiss. 

His hands were everywhere, caressing, touching, feeling every inch of skin they could access. Lips engaged in messy movements, finding that perfect rhythm you both liked. Both Rúben and you were not virgins but you still had never gone past this stage, both of you agreed to explore new aspects of your romantic relationship slowly, over time. He assured you that you should never feel pressured to go further, until you were ready and you told him the same. 

Lifting his hips, he used his strength to guide you onto your back. His body weighed heavy on top of yours as he found a comfortable position for you. One of his legs slotted between your thighs, his forearms propped beside you, holding him up. You could feel his stiffness pressed against your thigh. 

Pulling your lips away, your hands cupped his face, thumb caressing his bottom lip. It was swollen, wet and bright pink. Flicking your eyes up to his, you searched them for a sign. A sign that he wanted more. You swallowed thickly, composing yourself. 

“Rúben, I think I’m ready to take the next step.” you whispered, still in a daze. 

“Like you want to go further?” he asked, wanting clarification. His eyes widened, surprised at your words. His tongue felt dry, not sure how to approach the situation he was in. 

“Yes, Rú..I mean, only if you want..” nodding, you slipped a hand to the back of his neck, fiddling with the hair at the nape of his head. 

He took a second, gathering his thoughts. Eyes flickered between yours and your lips, his appetite growing. 

“I- I..yes..I could, um, y’know?” he choked, unable to finish his sentence “..finger you.” He blurted, a deep red blush painted his cheeks. A mix of embarrassment and shyness washing over him. 

“Are you sure? I could maybe give you a blowjob?” you offered, trying to calm his nerves. 

“No. I would like to get you off.” he mumbled, mentally slapping himself for choosing those particular words knowing he could’ve worded it much more sexier. 

You giggled, pecking his lips, reassuring him it was okay “Okay.”

“Okay? Okay.” he repeated, adjusting his position to lay on his side so he would have better access. 

Rúben would’ve been lying if he said he didn’t have any idea what he was doing. His hand frantically went to pull at your shorts, stopping to ask your permission.

“Y/N, relax. If you don’t like something, tell me to stop, okay..anytime.” 

 He removed your shorts, exposing the (fave color) thong you had worn to his house “Ah, my favorite color.” he smirked, causing your cheeks to burn. You may or may not have done that on purpose..just in case. 

With a little confidence, he moved down the couch, to lay on his stomach in between your thighs. His head rested on your mid abdomen as his hands roamed the skin of your inner thighs. His finger hooked around the thin material of your panties, looking up at you making sure you were still comfortable. 

With no objections, he tore away the fabric slowly from your heat, gliding it down your legs. Returning to his position, he almost came in his pants from the sight in front of him. Your glistening core, bare and raw. 

“You are so pretty.” Rúben complimented you, placing a hand teasingly close to your heat, you could feel his thumb could almost  touch your folds. 

“So, I’m going to play with your clit..just to get you..ready.” he instructed as you watched him, fascinated by the view. 

He did as he told you, two of his fingers finding your bud, slowly rubbing circles around it. Rúben used light pressure, but it felt amazing. His gaze intently watched your response, figuring out what you liked. He picked up the pace and pressure, sending pleasurable shocks through your body. Your back arched as the ache between your legs increased. 

Taking the opportunity, he slipped an arm under your back, hooking it around your waist. The grip made him feel like he had complete control. He held you still as his fingers continued to try and figure out your body. His forehead rested on your lower stomach, eyes watching his movements against you. Hands gravitated to his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Rúben, it feels so good.” you encouraged him, soft moans escaping between your heavy pants. You felt your core growing wetter, and wetter..wanting more. 

“Can I?” he asked, the sounds of your wetness causing his pants to tighten. 

“Yes, please..please..” you begged, desperately pushing your hips against his touch. 

With your permission, his digits slipped through your folds, covering them in your arousal. You could feel a presence loom over your aching center causing you to pull at the roots of his hair “Rúben, please..” 

Your angelic plea caused him to moan before a single digit penetrated your weeping entrance. His digits were larger than yours, the stretch feeling foreign at the start. 

Rúben repositioned, laying on the couch between your trembling thighs, his upper body hovering over you. He could see everything clearer - your bare heat, your face. You watched his hand work hard, fingers dipping and disappearing, veins popped, skin red. His hair was sticking to his forehead as a layer of sweat began to form. 

“Rúbenn..” you moaned, his name rolling off your tongue.

“Yes, baby. Talk to me.” he purred, fingers slowing down, allowing your brain to function for a minute. 

“More. Rúben, more please..you’re making me feel so good.” you praised, fingers treading through his hair, trying to put it into place. 

He nodded, adding another digit into your wet core. The stretch burned, his fingers much thicker than yours. You gasped and Rúben stilled, ensuring you were okay. You took a few moments to adjust to the size. 

“Are you okay, princesa?” he worried, never wanting or meaning to hurt you. 

“Yes. Just..I’m gonna get used to your fingers..don’t worry.” you said panting, body beginning to roll on its own, causing your hips to move Rúben’s fingers making his eyes widen. 

“Fuck.” he growled, returning to continue his calculated movements. 

His fingers were stiff as he found the perfect pace. Motions were rapid, diving deep into your pussy. Your walls clutched around them, begging them to stay. Rúben’s eyes were focused on your entrance, trying his best to please you. Your moans were music to his ears, they became his motivation. 

The knot in your stomach began to build, but you knew you needed more. 

“Rú, a bit higher, please.” he didn’t understand what you meant. His eyebrows furrowed, looking for clarification. 

“Could- could you curl your f- f- fingers upwards, please?” you stuttered, the feeling of embarrassment overcoming you, hating how bossy or rude you might sound. 

Rúben didn’t hesitate to comply, curling the two fingers immediately hitting your g-spot causing you to cry out. Your thighs contracted, tension building. Watching you begin to unfold beneath him had a strong effect on him, his hips began to rut against the couch on their own, searching for any kind of relief. 

As the pleasure continued, your brain stopped functioning. Incoherent words spilled from your lips. You were so close, but you needed that push to the edge. 

“Rú- Rúben..my clit..” you blabbered, stomach beginning to twitch as your orgasm crept closer. 

Rúben quickly figured out the coordination needed, thumb circling your clit just how he had done before, as his fingers continued to relentlessly pound into you. You took a final glimpse of the beautiful man that towered over you - jaw clenched, rosy cheeks and his lower lip tucked in between his teeth. The scene became too much for your senses, eyes rolling to the back of your head as fist balled the couch, as you cried out in pleasure. 

Rúben watched your reaction to his touch, cock throbbing violently as he frantically humped the couch. His arm that was latched to your hip kept your body steady as he picked up the pace. 

“Right there. Right there. Fuck. Rúben, please don’t stop.” you pleaded between heavy breaths. 

Thighs quaked as your walls clenched around his fingers, making it nearly impossible for him to move. The constant collision with your spot hidden in your silky walls, the attention your swollen clit received, his groans and grunts. It pushed you over the edge without warning. 

A wave of pleasure crashed over you, nearly wiping you out. A series of profanities and loud moans escaped from your lips, the air becoming so thick you could barely breathe. The knot in your lower tummy had exploded, sending electric shock waves through your pulsing veins. 

So lost in euphoria, you hadn’t noticed Rúben’s loud groan as he too, hit his climax. Watching you lose control because of him, was enough for his cock to find release. His hips stilled as his head dropped to your thigh as he finally collapsed, his body tired also. Your hand went to his hair, playing with the dampened locks as you tried to ground yourself. 

“Rúbes.” you whined, missing him..missing his touch. 

Rúben felt the same, humming as he climbed up your body to cuddle your fragile, weakened frame. Your head settled under his chin as his strong arms held you tight. Breaths were heavy as you both tried to calm your bodies. The feeling of ecstasy lingering. 

“Fuck, Rúben..that was amazing.” you hissed, the aftershocks causing your legs to continuously shake. 

He huffed, a light chuckle leaving his swollen lips “I was nervous. Scared almost, if I have to be honest.” he admitted, his wet hand soothing your bare back “But from your reaction, I can assume I did alright?” 

“More than alright. It was incredible.” you assured, littering his neck with small, loving kisses “How about..I return the favor?” you perked, hands wandering over his abdomen, traveling further south. 

He cleared his throat “Maybe later.” he mumbled, slightly humiliated that he had cum in his pants “I kinda, finished, already.” he confessed, voice soft “You were just so..hot. Fuck.” 

Blushing, you giggled before tucking your body impossibly closer to his “Did you really..because of me? Did I- ” you murmured, shocked that you had that effect on someone. 

“Yes. I mean, the way your body moved, your moans, that pretty little pussy..I was basically defeated.“ 

“Rúben!” You exclaimed, slapping his arm lightly. He retaliated by grabbing a handful of your ass, a low guttural groan vibrated in your ears. A grin spread across his face. 

“It’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.” he stood up, and you reached your arms up to him.

“What?” he asked. 

“Carry me, please?” you begged, trying to act cute. 

He laughed “Okay, baby, come here.” then he leaned down, and picked you up like the princess you are. You laced your hands together, holding onto his shoulders, and he carried you upstairs. 

Rúben took you into his room, then he shut the door. He gently sat you down on the bed, and proceeded to walk to his dresser where he pulled out a shirt and boxers for you to wear. He tossed them in your direction and said “You can wear these.” 

“Thank you.” you said, as he left the room, you assumed to fix his situation and to brush his teeth. 

You quickly changed and then folded your own clothes, putting them on his desk chair in the corner. You stood there, on your phone. 

Rúben came back in and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He watched your Instagram feed, as you scrolled through it.

He whispered in your ear “I thought you were tired.” 

“I am.” you yawned. 

“Then why don’t we go to bed.” he said, rather seductively.

“Mmm..just..one sec.” you kept scrolling. 

He was starting to get impatient “Babyyy..” he complained “..come to bed with me.”

That sent your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. He tightened his grip around you and started to pull you in the direction of his bed. 

“Okay, okay.” and so he lifted you off the ground and carried you to the bed. 

Rúben dropped you on one of the sides of his massive bed, then walked to the other side and climbed in. You crawled under the covers and joined him. You both laid there, just looking at each other. His big dark eyes, so hopeful. 

“What are you thinking about?” you asked. 

“I don’t know.” he said grinning. 

His smile made you blush.

“You’re so beautiful.” he said.

You blushed harder. 

Rúben reached over your head and turned the light out, then he pulled you close and held you “You seemed cold.”. 

You snuggled into him and you could feel his breathing, his chest rose and fell, and his grip on you pulled you even closer to him. Your eyes grew heavy and you fell into blissful sleep.

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[jennay]

Jealousy

Request: what If u did another Noah fic where he’s with the musician reader and some dude is tryin to flirt and shit and Noah just ain’t having it- I’m a sucker for jealous, fluffy and protective Noah 😂 😩

Word Count 2700ish

Noah Master List

No warnings

An: I loved this a lot.

You should have paid attention to Noah's warning but shrugged it off as a possessive boyfriend thing.

However, you were spending a lot of time with Chris, working on the song he collaborated with you on. Your bands were touring together, and you knew Noah didn't like him much, but you couldn't refuse the label's request, especially for something as harmless as writing a song together.

"He looks at you like he wants to devour you," Noah says. “It's gross.”

You laugh at his remark. "Well, you're the only one who gets to do that, so I don't know why you're so worried." You hold his hand, pulling him through the crowded area.

You try to make your way to the stage where you will perform. You rarely walk past fans without being noticed, but everyone is too busy getting autographs or listening to music to pay attention to you.

When you reach the gate, security lets you in. You join your bandmates, leaving Noah to wander around by himself. He insisted on being there for moral support, but you suspected it was because the first song you played was the one with Chris in it.

Noah glances at Chris from the corner of his eye as he sees him approaching the stage, and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him while you discuss the set list with your bandmates.

You lean against his body, letting him hold you for peace of mind. Noah wasn't usually jealous, but something about Chris annoyed him and made him feel like he did have something to worry about.

"Ok, let's do this!" You tell them, and the four of you scatter to find your positions. "I love you." You say as you stand on your toes, trying to reach Noah's lips. You wrap your arms around his tattoed neck and hang back, "Don't be so grumpy." You lean forward, kissing his jaw. "I'll stay on the other side of the stage if that makes you happy."

Noah relaxes when he hears the sincerity in your voice. His hands find your hips, and he leans down to kiss you. "Break a leg…wait, don't actually break a leg, you know what I mean."

You giggle as he gets flustered by his words, and as you kiss him again, you see Chris watching you from the side.

"You ready?" You ask him.

"Let's go!" He says, excited.

Noah stares daggers at his back as he watches him follow you to the front of the stage. You wave at the crowd, greeting them and thanking them for coming to the show.

You introduce Chris to the audience, saying how grateful you are for this opportunity and excited to share this new song. The music starts, and Noah feels proud when he hears your voice sing into the mic. You were talented, and there was no denying that.

You walk around the stage singing and making small movements that you call dancing, but everyone knows you're not a dancer.

Noah can't take his eyes off you, especially when he sees Chris getting closer to you; at one point, his hand lands on your lower back, and he grabs your hand, forcing you to stand closer.

He feels a surge of anger rising in his chest, threatening to choke him with rage. He knows Chris is trying to get under his skin to make him jealous and insecure. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you pull away from his touch, and you flip him off with a playful smile but still sing along with the music, acting like nothing happened. But to Noah, it’s everything. You glance at the side of the stage, where you catch Noah’s gaze burning with intensity.

You feel a thrill as you walk closer to him, and you blow him a kiss, making him smile for a second. You weren't shy about your love for Noah, and you didn't want anyone second-guessing your relationship with him.

The song ends, and you put your mic back on the stand. “Let’s hear it for Chris, everyone!” you say, pointing at him.

He bows and waves to the crowd, grinning. He hands the mic to the sound person and walks off the stage, stopping in front of Noah. He extends his hand, offering a friendly gesture, but Noah ignores it, glaring at him with contempt.

He shakes his head and gives him a look that says he’s not welcome here. You wonder what Chris said to Noah. What made him so angry?

After the show, you find Noah sitting on a plastic crate, looking much calmer and happier. His eyes sparkle with pride as he sees you.

“Hey babe!” you say, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, still feeling the rush of passion and adrenaline from your performance. “You good?” You ask, letting your hand drop to your side.

He stands up and nods, wrapping you in a tight hug. “I love watching you up there.”

You pull back slightly and gaze up at him, admiring him. Noah was the kind of person who could make anyone feel special with just a glance or a smile. He cared deeply for people, and it showed. You were proud of him for overcoming his past and becoming who he was. You knew he had faced many challenges and hardships, and you were glad he didn’t let them break him.

“So,” You say, slipping out of his embrace and tying your hair back into a ponytail. “Wanna tell me what happened over here with Chris?”

Noah shakes his head. He doesn’t want to upset you or seem like a jealous boyfriend. He just wants you to be safe and protected. “Just said hi.” He calmly speaks while wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You both attempt to sneak out the side gate and head toward the bus.

You raise your eyebrow at him, knowing he's clearly not telling the truth. “OK, well, we’re all meeting at the bar tonight to celebrate going home. Do you want to come, or will you pout in the hotel?” You tease him.

Noah stops walking and looks at you with a pained expression. “All I’m trying to do is protect you, and you’re acting like it’s nothing.” He says, his voice cracking.

You realize you’ve hurt his feelings. You didn’t mean to make light of his situation. “Babe,” you say, reaching for his hand, but he pulls away, and you can see the anger in his eyes. He’s not mad at you, but he’s struggling to control his emotions. “I’m sorry.” You say, biting your lip nervously. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Do you want to talk about this? Because I think we should talk about it.”

He sighs and rubs his forehead, trying to calm himself down. He doesn’t want to lash out at you or ruin your night. You’re not the problem, but he feels like he can’t explain himself right now. “I’m gonna go back to the room and relax. I’m not in the mood. I love you, and I don’t want to hurt you in any way. And I think I need some space right now. It’s not you…” He says quickly, seeing your worried face. He pauses, wraps his arm around your shoulder, and kisses your forehead. “If you want me to go tonight, I will. I just need some time and space to clear my head.”

You cuddle up to his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. “OK.” Is all you manage to say.

Noah still hadn't arrived at the bar yet, and you were beginning to wonder if he would. You tried texting him and calling him but received nothing; maybe he needed more space than he was admitting, so you decided you wouldn't bother him anymore, and you tried your best to put on a smile and enjoy your time with your friends.

You sit at the bar waiting for your drink. You feel a hand on your shoulder and quickly lift your head to face Patrick, your drummer, “Wanna play some pool?” He yells over the loud music, “It's you and me versus Chris and Jake.”

You nod, grabbing your drink from the bartender and following Patrick to the pool tables.

“Holy shit!” Chris says hi-fiving you. “You’re gonna play?” He asks. “I feel like (y/n) and I should be on a team.”

Patrick laughs in amusement as he scrapes the chalk against the tip of his pool stick, “I think (y/n) I will be on a team unless you're willing to get the fuck knocked out by Noah.”

Chris smirks, his eyes locking on you. “Where is your puppy anyway?” He taunts.

You roll your eyes at Chris’s remark, feeling annoyed by his attitude. You don’t appreciate him calling Noah a puppy or implying that you should be on his team.

You can tell he's trying to make you doubt your relationship with Noah. You’re not going to let him do that. Why you didn't see this earlier? Maybe it was because Chris couldn't speak to you when Noah was around.

“Fair warning, if you keep running your mouth, you’ll probably get a pool stick to the back of your head.” You say it like you're joking, but you're not.

Patrick nearly choked on his drink. “Fuck,” He wipes his shirt. “Are we gonna play, or are we gonna sit here and fight all night.” He points at Chris, “You shut the fuck up, or I’m taking her, and we're gonna go play darts with the others.”

You watch as the boys move around the table, taking their shots, and when you go to take yours, you feel someone touching the back of your pool stick.

You know it's Chris and whip around, scowling at him. You push his hand away, feeling angry and disgusted by his touch. “Don’t touch me.” You snap at him. “You’re not helping, you’re just being a jerk.”

Chris laughs, unfazed by your rejection. “Come on, don’t be like that. You’re wasting your time with that loser. He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t even care about you. He’s probably cheating on you right now.”

You feel rage and hurt at his words. You know he’s lying, but you can’t help but feel insecure and worried. Where is Noah? Why hasn’t he answered your calls or texts? Is he OK?

You shake your head, trying to ignore Chris’s taunts. You focus on the game, hoping to end it quickly and get away from him. You take your shot but miss the ball completely. You curse under your breath, feeling frustrated and embarrassed.

Chris smirks, enjoying your misery. “Nice shot, babe. Maybe you need some more practice. Or maybe you need a better teacher. I can show you how to play if you know what I mean.” He winks at you, making a suggestive gesture with his pool cue.

You feel a wave of nausea wash over you, disgusted by his lewd implication. Patrick is about to say something, but even he looks shocked by Chris’s words. Before you can react, you see a black flash as someone snatches the cue stick from your hand and you step back in surprise. You recognize Noah, who must have been watching from somewhere. You are grateful for his intervention.

Noah stands next to you, leaning on the pool stick and staring at Chris with cold eyes. He gently turns to you and says, “Let me handle this. Can you get me a drink, please?” He leans down and kisses you softly as he hands you his wallet.

You nod your head and grab Patrick by the hand, eager to get away from the other two. “Hey, it’s my turn next,” Patrick protests.

“Trust me, you don’t want to be there,” You say, pulling him along.

You and Patrick make your way to the bar, where you order a drink for Noah and one for yourself.

You glance back at the pool table, where Noah and Chris are still locked in a tense stare-down.

Patrick nudges you with his elbow and gives you a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry, Noah can handle himself. He’s a tough guy, you know.” He says, trying to cheer you up.

You smile back at him, “Yeah, I know.”

Patrick nods and sips his drink. He looks around the bar, which is crowded with people and loud music. He spots a group of girls dancing near the DJ booth, and his eyes light up. “Hey, do you want to dance?” He asks you, pointing at them.

You shake your head, not in the mood for dancing. “No, thanks. I think I’ll just wait here for Noah.” You say, looking at the pool table again.

Patrick shrugs and sets down his drink.“Suit yourself. I’ll be back in a bit.” He walks over to the girls.

You watch him go, feeling envy. You wish you could be as carefree as him, but you can’t stop worrying about Noah. You finish your drink and take Noah’s drink with you. You walk back to the pool table.

"Dude, you're blatantly trying to fuck my girlfriend. You're not trying to hide it, so yeah, it is a problem." You can see Noah's neck muscles flex as he talks to Chris.

You know he has a temper, and you don’t want him to get into a fight with Chris. You hurry over to the pool table, hoping to calm him down.

You put your hand on his shoulder and say, “Hey, Noah, can we talk for a minute?” You look at Chris pleadingly, hoping he will back off.

Chris smirks and says, “Sure, go ahead. Talk to your boyfriend. Maybe you can explain to him why you were flirting with me all night.” He picks up his cue and starts to leave.

“Fuck you!” You yell at him. “You’re such a piece of shit!” You say, walking toward him like you're about to throw hands.

You feel Noah’s strong arms around your waist, pulling you away from Chris’s path. He spins you around to face him, his smile warm and reassuring. “You’re so feisty. You don’t even need me here.” He says with a chuckle. “But I’m not gonna let you fight a grown-ass man.”

You look into his eyes, and your anger melts away. He always knows how to calm you down. “Can we just get out of here? I never want to see his face again. If I do, I swear I’ll lose it.”

He nods and gently tilts your chin, making you meet his gaze. His hair falls over his forehead as he leans down and kisses you softly. “I tried to warn you.” He whispers against your lips. “He’s bad news.”

You giggle and wrap your hands around his face, brushing his hair. “I thought you were just being jealous.”

He shakes his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “No, I was just being protective. You’re mine, and I don’t like anyone messing with you.” He says, his voice low and husky.

He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up, making you squeal. “Now, let’s get out of here and go somewhere more fun.” He says, carrying you through the crowded bar.

You wrap your legs around him and kiss him passionately, letting everyone know that you belong to each other and nothing can break you apart. Without breaking your kiss, You put your middle finger in the air once more, reminding Chris that the only part he had in your relationship was the part where he fucked off.

[lightsoutletsgo]

tour diaries - insta au (ln.4)

pairing: lando norris x littlemix!reader synopsis: snapshots of your life as a world famous singer and lando norris' girlfriend so this is kinda niche but I decided to go with little mix like the request said because I love them and their music so I'm gonna use that as a base. that being said, I don't want to use any face or body claims because I want this to be as inclusive as possible!

heyitsy/n

Liked by landonorris, perrieedwards and 734,842 others heyitsy/n look who came to visit me in the studio <3 working on some exciting stuff for tour! can't wait to see you all again 🤍 view all 3,274 comments landonorris you sounded amazing danielricciardo did you actually help mate? ↳ landonorris I was extremely helpful actually 😌 ↳ heyitsy/n lies. 🧍‍♀️ he kept touching buttons so they asked him to leave about 5 minutes after I took this pic. ↳ danielricciardo that sounds about right... jadethirlwall huns you're simply not ready for the show we're about to bring ✨ ↳ userfan1 omg omg omg I cannot wait ↳ landoandy/ngoals crying that I'm actually going to this show

Liked by heyitsy/n, carlossainz55 and 146,724 others landonorris watch out @/heyitsy/n you're not the only musician in this relationship view all 247 comments heyitsy/n sick set bro 🫦 ↳ landonorris I don't appreciate your sarcasm ↳ charlesleclerc I do ❤️ ↳ heyitsy/n ❤️ userfan2 omg lando as opening act on y/n's tour? ↳ heyitsy/n oh my god please don't give him any ideas 🧍‍♀️ ↳ landonorris calling the rest of the girls to ask them now 🏃‍♂️ ↳ heyitsy/n goddamit 😭 ↳ userfan2 NOT THEM ARGUING IN MY REPLIES I- heyitsy/n

Liked by littlemix, landonorris and 843,162 others heyitsy/n opening night of tour! london you were a dream 🤍 view all 4,972 comments landonorris you were incredible baby ↳ heyitsy/n I love you 🤍 leighannepinnock always love sharing the stage with you 🖤 y/nnoticeme okay no because I realised after the first couple songs I was actually sitting by lando 😭 and I realised when I got home and rewatched my videos you can see and hear him crying during love me or leave me 😭 ↳ heyitsy/n please dm me this right now omg 👀 ↳ landonorris oh god 😭

landonorris

Liked by heyitsy/n, maxfewtrell and 227,653 others landonorris look at my baby go! forever proud of you love 🤍 view all 1872 comments maxfewtrell sick show! my ears are still ringing mate ↳ landonorris they're amazing right? danielricciardo are they coming to australia this time? I definitely want tickets! gotta support the squad ↳ heyitsy/n we're headed to australia for the end of the tour! would love to see you ↳ landonorris you can stand by me and cry with me during their ballads ↳ danielricciardo mate I can hold it together ↳ heyitsy/n not once our new single comes out 👀 y/nlandovibes they're actual goals omg I can't deal

heyitsy/n

Liked by landonorris, carlossainz55 and 254,317 others heyitsy/n my favourite boys came to visit me mid-tour ☀️ view all 3861 comments carlossainz55 so this is where he sprinted off to post-race? ↳ landonorris guilty 🏃‍♂️ userfan3 im crying they're so cute userfan4 I want what they have perrieedwards omgggg buzzy is such a big boy now 🥺 bring him backstage later? ↳ heyitsy/n he really is 🥺 and of course 🤍 landonorris

Liked by heyitsy/n, danielricciardo and 127,324 others landonorris summer break means back on tour with my love and discovering how great their catering team is view all 269 comments heyitsy/n thank you for coming with me 🤍 ↳ landonorris always and forever darling 🤍 danielricciardo please take good care of him, don't lose him ↳ heyitsy/n sir yes sir, I just leave him by the snack table ready to collect on my way back later 🤷‍♀️ heyitsy/n

Liked by landonorris, littlemix and 198,734 others heyitsy/n australia here we go! final show of the tour, let's make it a good one ✨ view all 4527 comments landonorris good luck baby, you'll crush it like you always do! 🤍 danielricciardo oh my god I am so fucking excited 😭 I already have my t-shirt on and my light up posters ready to go ↳ heyitsy/n I- 🧍‍♀️ danny I adore you 🫶 ↳ danielricciardo I take my job as your number one fan very seriously ↳ charlesleclerc we've been here for 10 minutes and he's already pushed past several CHILDREN to get closer ↳ pierregasly that's when we decided we'd just pretend we didn't know him carlossainz55 lando's already crying 😭 ↳ heyitsy/n my baby 🥺 we're a mess here backstage too ↳ danielricciardo 🧡 ↳ carlossainz55 ❤️ ↳ pierregasly 💙 ↳ charlesleclerc ❤️ ↳ mickschumacher 🤍 ↳ sebastianvettel 💚 ↳ heyitsy/n oh my god you're ALL here? I'm sobbing even harder tysm guys 💜 landonorris

Liked by heyitsy/n, littlemix and 231,475 others landonorris what a show! you guys nailed it 🫶 @/heyitsy/n you shone so brightly onstage and gave everything you had. I am forever and always so so proud of you. 🤍 view all 1572 comments heyitsy/n my love thank you for being my support through it all, could never have done it without you 🤍 danielricciardo @/heyitsy/n you were amazing mate, so proud of you and your entire team ✨ ↳ heyitsy/n danny! thank you for supporting us! ↳ landonorris can I just take this opportunity to say that he did NOT hold it together and he sobbed ↳ heyitsy/n what? 😭 ↳ sebastianvettel they all did. including me. ↳ heyitsy/n grandpa seb! omg no way ↳ danielricciardo it was 'between us' that got me 😭 ↳ charlesleclerc no comment ↳ mickschumacher I got confetti in my eye ↳ pierregasly you saw nothing sebastian... nothing at all ↳ y/nfanclub @/heyitsy/n I ended up sat behind them and I have videos... ↳ heyitsy/n send. them. now. please. 👀 userfan5 im sobbing at the caption userfan6 this is the sweetest thing I've seen all day BONUS: heyitsy/n

Liked by landonorris, littlemix and 312,563 others heyitsy/n and just like that the tour is over :( really went out there to burn the floor and leave everything on the stage for you guys each time! thank you all for your support and love. thank you for making this tour such a special one. we're incredibly lucky to have such amazing fans and we treasure each one of you. 🤍

going to be taking a little break now tour is done, as you can see from my spam I've already been enjoying some time off! but we have some very exciting things happening soon! 👀 swipe 👉 to get a hint of what's to come (and my boyfriend's dorky holiday pic) view all 5197 comments perrieedwards 👀 jadethirlwall 👀 leighannpinnock 👀 danielricciardo wait what?! I am not ready 🧍‍♀️ ↳ landonorris you're really not mate 👀 queeny/n omg she really just dropped a whole ass teaser after a wholesome photo spam 😭 iconic landoandy/npics the way that no one was expecting her to drop anything but she really said 'have this' (also that pic of lando is just perfection) userfan7 oh my god oh my god oh my god userfan8 I'm screaming rn you don't understand userfan9 holyshititshappeningeveryonestaycalm STAY CALM

[daenysx]

i don't even know if this is good, i've written it so quickly all thanks to a little mental crisis about my academic stuff. basically, you tell aemond you love him for the first time and he goes insane. enjoy!!

send me your requests for drabbles

aemond loves taking care of you.

he loves making you coffee the way you like, carrying your books when you have too many of them with you, helping with every simple chore in your apartment even when you say he doesn't have to do them. he likes the feeling when you look at him with big, grateful eyes, and smile like he's someone precious.

"calm down, you have nothing to worry about."

well, it's easier said than done. exams are often nervous occasions for you, academic validation has always been important, you just crave the best.

"i know, it's just- it's really important, aemond."

he nods. "it's important but you studied hard for this. i know you'll do perfect."

you smile, his words make your early morning better. he makes breakfast for you and insists on you to eat. he subtly tries to calm your nerves down, never says anything directly but still manages to make you feel more confident with yourself.

he puts your favorite coffee mug next to your plate on the table, the lovely smell of coffee reaches your nose and you smile with satisfaction.

you wrap your fingers around the mug and take a sip. "it's perfect, i love you."

aemond looks frozen for a moment as if he tries to process what you just said. you've never confessed your love for him verbally even though the words feel too natural coming out of your lips. he doesn't expect it, he knows it's a hard thing to say at the beginning stage of a new relationship.

he feels the words make a place in his heart, too warm and too perfect. he can't stop himself, he smiles and leans in to give you a kiss on your forehead. he watches you as you eat in silence and drink your coffee, you aren't even aware of the effect of what you just said. he doesn't know if you expect him to say the words back, you don't seem like you focus on him right now anyway, too busy to read your notes.

"i can take you to school if you want, sweetheart." he says, tries to keep it cool like it's possible.

you look at him. "it would be perfect but you should go to office, i don't want you to be late because of me."

he shakes his head. "it's fine, daeron will be there today. he can take care of things for a while."

you smile. his heart flutters. "okay then. thank you."

he smiles back. "come on, you finish your coffee, i'll get dressed."

you nod happily, keep eating and taking sips from your mug. he leaves the kitchen with silent steps. he goes to the bathroom first, desperately in need of some cold water.

you love him? you love him. he loves you, he knew it all the time. he gives himself a little time to feel the emotions deeply, his cheeks blush and he smiles. it's weird, he thinks. he is looking at the mirror and the man there is smiling. it has been a long time since he'd smiled like this.

you have made him smile all the time. being with you, holding you, kissing you, everything with you are special to him; all the sweet actions that makes him happy with himself.

hearing those three words from you? it's just something else.

feeling cold water on his face definitely helps, he leaves the bathroom to dress quickly. he sees you waiting for him by the door as he tries to fix his tie.

you come closer. "here, let me."

you fix his tie with skilled fingers, press a quick kiss on his lips when you're done.

"i'm ready, we can leave." you say, showing him your book bag and notes.

he nods, takes the bag from you. he holds your hand during the short walk to his car and opens the door for you when you reach the car.

the morning traffic is somehow bearable with you playing your favorite songs in the car, reading your notes to aemond as he quizzes you, and making a little fun of other people's driving.

the car stops and your boyfriend turns to your side. you take a deep breath, still trying to calm yourself for the exam.

"it will be perfect. you know everything you need, you had enough practice. all you have to do now is staying calm, baby."

you nod. "thank you, aemond, for everything. you're so good to me."

"my girl deserves the best of everything, hmm? i love you."

and there it is. he says it with the softest voice as if he's afraid the words will break. you smile, kiss him goodbye. "i love you, too."

he kisses you again, longer this time. "go, ace the test."

you leave the car and he watches you until you disappear from his sight. the ride to his office has never been better, he just keeps smiling without having a clue of how to stop.

daeron wonders what makes him smile all day. he doesn't say anything, just keeps the little curve on his lips, thinking of your sweet voice when you say you love him. he's sure he has a new addiction of hearing you say that.

[stuff-i-found-while-crying]

A stage of fire and dreams (5)

inspired by @gwandas and they post: modern Neris AU where Eris is a trust fund asshole at Harvard Law, Nesta is a professional ballerina with the Boston Ballet (although I am straying away from the concept... is that bad)

Nestas POV after the date... Cassian is there. As is his Motorbike. Eris Jacket is also there...

I actually wanted to write Eris POV next but then I realized I needed to finish Nestas POV of the night first... so here you go with a short little Interlude. And a bit more backstory for Nesta and her relationship with Case (who was not suppose to have that big of a role. But what can you do)

Main pairing: Nesta x Eris

first part - Giselle I second part - red shoes I part three - Cinderella I part four - dinner for two

Interlude

Nesta was waiting for the second time this evening for a guy to pick her up. This time she was not excited. She was furious. Cassians tone on the phone had been smuck. "Finally realised you love me?" "Can you pick me up? I don't have money for a Taxi." Of course he had agreed. For him they were childhood friends. For her, they had been neighbors once. Never understanding his infatuation with her, she had ignored him for most of their childhood. And then one day his mother had died. And the next he was gone. "He will come back", Feyre had said. "And probably drive a motorbike." She had been seven at that time, full of childish trust and hopes.

When he did come back years later, he brought not only his motorcircle and fresh tattoos, no, he introduced them to his new brothers. Rhysand and Azriel. "I can take care of you now", he had told her. "Rhys will make me head of his security. What do you say, Nessie?" She had laughed at him. Because they were eighteen and she had a stipendium for New York. Sometimes she wondered, if she should have stayed. If only to keep an eye on Feyre. Elain never did. So when she returned three years later, her little sister was in deep with Cassian and his brothers. And Nesta was alone. A bike stopped in front of her. "Hey Sugar", Cassian called out to her. "Nice boots." "They're perfect for kicking your ass." "Ouch, I thought I am saving your ass here." He was. He knew he was. He grinned like a boy on Christmas. It took all of her strenght not to actually kick him. Instead she walked over, offering him a smile. "Thank you Cass." "Anytime, Nessie." There it was again. The impuls to kick him in the face. "Hot date?" He motioned to the jacket she was still clinging on to. "Can't be that hot, when he left you alone. Or did you poisen him and steal all his money? Am I your get away drive?" His eyes grew comically round and he fake gasped at her. "Shut up", she said. "I just want to get home." "That bad?" "Can you take me home, or not?" Finally, he shut is mouth. Reaching behind him, he took out a second helmet and gave it to her. "This reminds me of your birthday", he said sheepishly. She growned. He would never let that go. "Really?", she asked. "Here?" "When else? I never get to see you. And we have to talk about it at one point." He was right. He knew he was right. Nesta was too tired to kick him. She just wanted to get home and forget about this night. They starred at each other. She pressed her lips together, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her tremble. Eris jacket lay heavy around her like armour. There was still the faint smell of woods and wildness on it. But she looked at Cassian. Not Eris. And her chest felt empty. "Fine", he muttered. "Get on. I drive you home." The drive back home was fast. Much faster then the one to the restaurant. It was also much quieter. Cassian did not talk to her. And he was rushing through traffic with no regard for her bar legs. Coldness crept up her skin. Only the jacket kept her warm. Her hold on Cassians chest tident. What would her mother say when she arrived with Cassian and not Eris? "Can you stop a couple of blogs away?", she asked over the speakers in the helmets. "Sure." It was too short an answer. Nesta bit her lip. She should not have called him. Maybe Eris had a good reason to leave. Maybe he had actually not wanted to leave and she should have taken the taxi. She should have taken the pasta. He had been so sweet to her. Just thinking about his laugh made something spark in her chest again. And she took his jacket. Would he keep the flowers that she had left in his car? Would he bring them to her and explain himself? Did she wanted him to bring them to her and explain himself? Cassian stopped infront of their old playground. For a moment she thought of asking him to keep driving. She felt something like clearity starting to form in her mind. Just a couple more minutes and she would know the answer. But he tapped her arm. And she forgot what it was that she needed an answer too. She got off the bike and gave him back the helmet. "Thank you", she said. "Are you gonna ignore me again?" Nesta could not look him in the eyes. Instead she straightend her back and pressed her lips together. "Don't be ridiculous. Why would I ignore you?" She could feel her heartbeat in her chest. It was beating in the rhythm of her anxiety. A soft chuckle made her look up. Cassian chook his head at her. "You are so much like her." She raised an eyebrow. "Your mom." With that he closed his helmet and drove off. Nesta wanted to scream.

[sweet-villain]

My One And Only~E.M

@somethingvicked asked:

Hey you, Jewl! :)

I'm in need of some angsty turned fluffy today - do you think you could write something like one of the popular and cute girls - either Crissy or some other cheerleader - has been out for Eddie for a time and then finally makes their move and reader who has just recently gotten together with Eddie see or hear about it and instantly think that Eddie will dump them and runs away and avoid him for a period of time, when in reality Eddie actually was "no, I have a girlfriend and she's the only one I want." But it clears up in the end? Pretty please with one of Joe's rings on top? ^^

Tagging : @woahlifehitsyahuh @cinemaquinn @pleasantlycrazyworld. @moonchildquinn @haileighboi @ceriseheaven @witchy-munson

The cheerleading squad stood on the side, giggling to themselves and speaking in hush tones as they eyed Eddie who passed them.

" Good Morning, Eddie" one of them greeted him. He paused with his eyebrows knitted looking around to see if they were talking to the right Eddie. He pointed to himself, not believing that she was talking to him. " Yes, you. Who else silly?" the other girls behind her, including Chrissy Cunningham waved at him.

He scratched the side of his head not really sure what he should do as he turned around, shrugging as he went on to greet you in front of the school. You were watching the scene play in front of you with your book bag over one shoulder holding onto the strap.

" What did they want?" you asked as soon as Eddie made his way over to you. " Good morning to you too, princess" His hands were behind his back as he bounced from one foot to the other, " Where is my morning kiss?"

A little pout appeared on your face eyeing the cheerleaders that stood moments ago there and they were no longer there. He was patiently waiting for his kiss that doesn't seem to come.

Instead he wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you to his body. His brown eyes peer down at you with a soft smile on his face.

" Don't worry that pretty head of yours, now give me a kiss" he puckered his lips waiting for you to land one on him. You got on your toes to reach him better as you kissed him, loving the feeling of his lips against yours.

All the feelings of the cheerleaders that you saw was brushed aside as Eddie kissed you. The kiss didn't last long as the bell rang. You pulled away from him.

" Can't be late to class, Eds. Need you to walk that stage with me" His face beams as he stepped back putting two fingers against his head in salute motion.

" I hear you loud and clear, sweetheart" he blew you a kiss as he raced through the doors. You giggled, shaking your head as you followed him inside.

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You were writing down notes in class when you heard giggling around in class and raised your head up to see what was going on. Chrissy who sat in the corner of the class room a few rows ahead of you kept turning back to look back at someone and then whispering to her friends something.

She waved and you turned to glance at who she was waving at to find your boyfriend looking back at her, but he wasn't looking at her at all. It was you he was looking at. Once he noticed you were looking at him, his cheeks hinted the color red as he looked down at his notebook

It was pretty new, your relationship with Eddie still and you were so happy with Eddie.

The teacher announced that you'd be partnering up for an assignment. You gathered your book about to walk to your boyfriend to be his partner, when you heard " Hi Eddie." There was that giggle too.

Your head shot over glancing that Chrissy sat down next to him as his partner. Eddie looked over to you with a small pout on his face, he shrugged like he had no idea she would come over to partner up with him.

You slumped back into your seat hearing, " hey cutie" you felt like vomiting in your mouth as Patrick sat down next to you. " What topic are we going to work on?" his face appeared with a smile while you look back at your boyfriend seeing the unhappy look on his face.

It was going to be a long week.

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The locker room door slam shut as a pair of hush voices were heard as you changed into your gym uniform.

" Did you see him today? He was yelling on top of the tables, being loud and something in me struck. It makes me feel something for him" you heard the voice of Stephanie, the other cheerleader.

" Really? You too? He's quite adorable , isn't he?" you heard Chrissy's voice giggling.

" Are you going to ask him out?" Chrissy shut her locker and she shrugged. " You should! You two would look so cute together" Stephanie gushed. Both of them rounded the corner where you stood hiding your face in the locker as you listened.

" Oh it's you" Stephanie scoffed as she stopped putting her arms across her chest scoffing at the sight of you. Chrissy nudged her to stop it and mumbled, " be nice."

" Hi Y/N, you look cute today" you glanced down at your gym uniform and raised your eyebrow. " Uh, thank you" she giggled. " Before, silly. The outfit in the morning" you nodded.

" Clearly the freak doesn't understand standard English" Stephanie snorted. " You are such a loser, I swear" she laughed. " Come on Chrissy, we have to get going otherwise we will freak out the freak with ore big words for her dumb brain"

Chrissy shoots you a sympathetic look as she passes you. You nod throwing her a thin smile as you shut your locker following her out to the gym.

You spot your boyfriend sitting on top of the bleachers with his notebook out scribbling something on it. His head shot up every time he heard the door shut and he rose his hand to wave at you but Stephanie who was behind you, thought he was waving at her. She waved back to him and his eyebrows knitted in confusion as he looked around.

You didn't waved back and it made Eddie more confused on what was going.

" Ladies! Let's go, we don't have all day. Munson, what are you doing? Don't you have class?" the teacher asked as he blew his whistle.

" Nope, free period!" he shouted. The teacher grumbled underneath his breath as he blew the whistle again. Eddie winced as he sat back down watching as you started to play volleyball in the corner. He clapped his hands to cheer you on when the other girls thought he was clapping for them.

You took notice, sighing to yourself not noticing the ball heading your way as it bounced off your head. The rest of the girls laughed while you hugged yourself. Eddie frowned wishing he would run down there and hold you but he sat back down, biting on his nails.

He would check on you later.

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You scrambled into the passenger seat of Eddie's van and closed the door as you slumped into the seat. Today was a long day and you couldn't wait to get home.

" You alright, sweets?" he asks, tapping the steering wheel while he looks at you. His face softens when you blew out a piece of hair that fallen in front of your eyes and leans over to brush it away, behind your ear. The action makes your heart melt but you were over with today.

" Long day" you shrugged.

" I saw what happened at gym today" you groaned turning to look out the window. " It's nothing, I'm fine" he shook his head in disagreement.

" You know those girls have nothing on you. You're way prettier than they are and they are jealous of how wonderful you are" you snorted turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

" Have you looked at me, Eds?" you motioned to yourself. " I'm some freak show" you mumbled. But he heard it as he unbuckled himself and reached over that he leaned over to you.

" Look at me, sweetheart" you turned your head to meet his brown eyes that you adore so much. " You're breath taking, every time I look at you. Every single time. I'm loss at words. You are absolutely the sweetest, most caring, most amazing, most funniest girl I have ever met and you know what the best part is?"

" What?"

" You're mine" a giggle escapes from you with your cheeks beeting red. " Yours, all yours" he leans over to peck your lips before he sits back down in the driver side.

" Let's get you home, sweets"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Eddie was too busy trying to focus on the test he was suppose to fill out but he's only gotten the first answer down and has a few more to go. He hadn't noticed the small chatter going around in class as the tip of his tongue peeked out on how focused he was.

Stephanie and Chrissy had noticed his expression on his face thinking it's the cutest thing ever.

A note falls on top of his test paper. His head shots up with his eyebrows knitted together wondering who would drop a note to him. It was addressed to him as the name on it was clearly his and it said open.

Stephanie giggles catching his eyes as her head snaps back at her paper. What did she want?

He reaches out to open the piece of paper that was in the way of his test and opens to see, " Would you go on a date with me?" his eye are wide as saucers rereading the question. He looked over at Stephanie to see her chewing on the back of her pen as she looked at him.

She motioned towards the paper with a wink.

Eddie didn't even answer the question as he brushed it away from his desk. It landed on the floor with Stephanie frowning. Did he not like her?

Eddie went back to his test as he focused on. He wanted to make you proud and walk the stage with you. He would worry about Stephanie later if needed.

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Stephanie catches Eddie in the hallway as he is standing by his locker waiting for you to get out of class. You always headed towards his locker after your class was over to meet him there.

" Hey Eddie" Stephanie held onto her book against her chest while the other brushed behind her ear as she shyly looked at him.

" Hi Stephanie" he looked really bored leaning against the locker with his arms across his chest. She bite down her bottom lip, moving her legs side to side across the floor.

" I saw you didn't answer my note and I really like you and thought you would want to go out sometimes?" you stood around the corner leaning against the locker feeling the tears begging to run down your cheeks over hearing Eddie and Stephanie talking.

This was it. Eddie was going to dump you for her. Stephanie was way prettier, and she was a cheerleader. Just like how Eddie likes. You weren't a cheerleader. You weren't even close. You didn't want to hear anything anymore as you ran down the hall with your back pack on your back and out the doors of the school.

" No, I have a girlfriend and she's the only one I want" Stephanie frowns tilting her head to the side.

" I never see you with her, does she go to school here?" He nods.

" She's really shy, but she's really the best person I know and she's my person" Stephanie huffs.

" Your loss, Munson" he rolls his eyes.

" Don't think it's my loss, Stephanie. You look better off with someone like you" before she had a chance to ask what he meant, he stormed off to look for you. Class was over by now and you were no where in sight. He rounds the corner to see the halls are empty and makes his way out the door.

Did you leave already? Did you see Stephanie with him? Where you upset?"

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A whole week went by and Eddie has been trying his hardest to talk to you and see you. But you were ignoring him, dodging him in the halls and not showing up at the cafeteria. He waited by your house for you to only have your mother tell him that you weren't home or you didn't feel too good. He knows your home seeing the lights in your room with the curtain shut.

Why didn't you want to talk to him or see him?

In class that you two had, he tried changing partners that he could talk to you and find out what's going on. Dustin stopped by to check on you letting you know that Eddie was worried. You sent Dustin back to tell Eddie it's nothing.

Eddie has been cooped up in his room laying on his back as he stared at the celling staring hard and thinking on what he had done wrong. Not a single thing he thought of that might caused you to act like he didn't exist. It hurt him so much.

He woke up early the next morning, grabbing his keys as he headed towards the van to drive by your house to pick you up to only find out that you went to school early on your bike.

" God dammit" he slapped the steering wheel in anger. He had enough of being ignored from you. He had to talk to you. He had to hold you. Enough was enough.

He found you sitting in the library before classes even start, your head in a book. The chair opposite you scraped on the floor causing your head to shoot up to stare at your boyfriend. Panic began to rise as you slammed the book shut and stood up from your chair, ready to run out.

But Eddie was faster as he pinned you with his body to one of the book shelves.

" Can't run from me, now. Can't you?" he asked. The hint of weed, cigarettes and pine hits your nose as he leaned closer. His brown doe eyes stare into your own pleading.

" No" you mumbled.

" I want to know why my girlfriend is ignoring me every chance she gets. Did I do something wrong?" you shook your head feeling your eyes sting with tears. He frown seeing you ready to cry in front of him.

" What is it sweets? Has someone hurt you?" you shook your head.

" Is it me?" you shook your head. He sighs, stepping back and running a hand down his face. " Can you talk to me? I miss you, baby" he is pouting and his own eyes sting with tears. " Please" he pleads.

You look down playing with the edge of your shirt, the small string there that has been there for a while. It was more interesting at the moment than looking at your boyfriend.

" Sweetheart?" two fingers lifted up your chin as you looked into the eyes you love.

" I heard Stephanie ask you out" his head tilted to the side letting you know that he's listening to you. " She always talks about you with Chrissy, how cute you are. How adorable you are. How your this and that" Eddie nodded as he understood what you were saying.

" But did you hear the part where I told Stephanie that I have a girlfriend and I don't want anyone else?" you shook your head.

Eddie cups your face with both his hands leaning his forehead against yours.

" I don't want any girl, I want you sweets. I don't want any cheerleader, I want you. No Stephanie or Chrissy. You. Sweetheart, you are my person and you mean so much to me" his thumb brush over your cheeks, brushing away the tear that has fallen down your cheek.

" I love you so much, Eddie" your hands wrap around his wrist as you sniffle.

" None of that crying, sweetheart. I love you too, you know I do. Always will" you nod against his forehead, smiling as he leans in to kiss you softly.

He pulls away with an idea, " How about you walk the halls with me, with my arms around you and we kiss in the hallway? I want to show them that your mine, Stephanie too. She will never see it coming."

" We can, but you know I'm shy and-" he shook his head putting a finger to your lips. " You're my shy girl, and I wouldn't change a thing about you."

" Okay, we can do it" his face beams with happiness. When the school fills up with students, Eddie walks down the hall with you hand in hand before he wraps an arm around your neck and bringing you close to kiss your forehead.

" Freak with the freak?" Stephanie gasps as her mouth drops open. " That's his girlfriend?" Chrissy was happy to see you with Eddie even though she had her own little crush on him.

She rolled her eyes at Stephanie who stomped her foot.

You didn't care as Eddie cupped your face with both his hands, a smile own his face and leaned in. His lips met yours in one of the most softest kisses you have ever had with him.

You smirked into the kiss hearing Stephanie scream in anger that she didn't have her way.

Eddie was yours and only yours.

[cixl-writes]

noceur — kim minji

SYPNOSIS — `` | minji is wide awake at 1 am, she was already prepared to hear paranormal things; not a talk between her girlfriend and her girlfriend's best friend, pham hanni.

PAIRING — `` | kim minji x 6thmember!fem reader

GENRE — `` | fluff.

kim minji couldn't sleep.

it had been an exhausting day, to say the least. tomorrow was the last promotion of OMG and yet, here she was; completely awake at 1:41 am.

she was actually supposed to be sleeping soundly but for some reason, there was something bothering her— she can't put her finger on it.

maybe she didn't unplugged a plug somewhere around the dorm? maybe hyein forgot to set an alarm? what if they get in to their last promotion late just before of her?

now, that would be awful. she's supposed to set a good image in front of the others, like what a good leader does—

her thoughts were interrupted by a hushed yelp, followed by familiar low suppressed laughter. "y–y/n, you look like an idiot right now. wait, let me snap a photo." pham hanni's voice was faint but minji could still hear it, making her furrow her eyebrows.

why are the l/n and the pham still awake as well?

"shut up, pham! and don't snap my photo!"

l/n y/n's [accent] was very prominent even if minji heard her voice faintly.

"stop calling me pham, i swear. i will not hold back in skinship with minji if you don't stop calling me that." the threat sounded, the kim can basically imagine the face her girlfriend currently has.

"do whatever you want? she'll go back to me anyway, i'm her girlfriend."

now, minji didn't expected to hear that.

tint of pink threatened to spread on her cheeks. "...sometimes, i wonder if you're really that l/n y/n who can't even say a simple 'i love you' to kim minji." the pham sounded tired and confused, like she can't believe what she had heard.

"shut up, pham. i'm just waiting for minji to get comfortable enough in our relationship for her to actually tell me that she loves me without being forced to or feeling the need to say it back just to be even."

their english conversation continued, fading into the distance until their voices became inaudible to the kim.

still, minji didn't mind— her mind was perfectly occupied by the last statement her girlfriend has said.

it was true; their relationship hasn't been made official not too long ago, the kim was still adjusting to the new change between them as this was her first ever relationship.

she was really grateful— y/n has always been patient with her throughout the entirety of their new relationship.

the l/n has always been patient, and it's been 5 months now.

minji didn't get to sleep that night.

y/n was startled.

seriously, she was! imagine just seeing your unofficial leader and girlfriend looking like she hadn't slept well right after you entered the kitchen.

she was startled at first, but concern took over right after. "you look dead, min. what's up?" kim minji averted her gaze from her mug of coffee and to the clueless girl that continously plagued her mind at 1 am, the cause of her lack of sleep.

"y/n, morning."

the l/n looked confused at first but nodded as a greeting, going in to make the group's breakfast.

"answer my question, min." y/n insisted easily, opening the refrigerator to get some ingredients. "you haven't gotten any sleep yesterday, haven't you?"

it was silent after her inquiry, confusing the girl even more. twisting her body enough to see her girlfriend, y/n looked at the kim who stared at her as if she was the only person in the world.

raising a curious eyebrow, she asked, giving her focus back to cooking. "what's up with you today?"

"nothing, y/n!"

"sure, minji."

y/n didn't believed her one bit.

especially now that minji clung to her like she was her lifeline as they entered their final stage.

pham hanni stared at the scene in mild disbelief, making eye contact with her equally confused bestfriend.

it wasn't like kim minji to suddenly become clingy right before a stage.

in fact, minji has been this clingy ever since their small talk happened earlier that day. hyein, haerin, and danielle all noticed it too but none of the members brought it up once.

their ship was very much sailing, why would they ruin the moment?

"seriously, what's up with you today, min?"

y/n questioned as the kim finally separated herself from her. the girl only smiled vaguely, "who knows?"

and then, minji was going up to the front to interact with the fans, leaving her very confused girlfriend.

hanni took over the other 04 liner's spot beside her bestfriend and spoke, "what the hell was that about? why is she so clingy to you, all of a sudden?"

y/n thought about it for a while before it clicked in her mind. a small gasp escaped her, making the vietnamese to look at her curiously. "did you find the answer?"

the l/n slowly turned to her small companion with a terrified expression. "i think she heard our 1 am conversation from earlier!"

the pham dropped her idol smile that was directed to the fans for a little while, bursting out laughing right after. "damn, girl. now, you're exposed without even meaning to."

"not funny, pham." y/n grumbled grumpily, smacking the shorter one's shoulder lightheadedly. "i knew i shouldn't have agreed to baking with you at 1 am." she added, making hanni to laugh even more.

"hey, it was worth it, wasn't it? the kids plus minji looked so happy when they found the cookies in the counter."

"it was, but i got exposed to my girlfriend without me even knowing, dumbass!" it was a relief that their mics weren't turned on for now. "now, what should i do..." hanni looked like she was hit by an idea, but before she could say it out loud, they were called to take their spots.

y/n begrudgingly went to her spot, waving at the fans with a small smile.

her spot just had to be next to her beloved girlfriend who looked at her with a smile. "hi, y/n."

"hi, min."

the kim held out her hand for the l/n to take, which she grumpily did— not missing the way the pham snickered as she glanced at the both of them. y/n was about to flip hanni off when the countdown in her earpiece, going into her idol persona for a few minutes.

minji smiled at how professional her girlfriend is, doing the same with a single thought in her mind.

i'll tell her this time.

kim minji is sure that she could finally tell how much she loves l/n y/n.

she was 100% sure.

[rvllybllply2014]

Hi! Oh please don't worry over how long this took, I'm sorry our replies have gotten so long that it could stretch out like this ;w; I've started a new job btw so I'm afraid I really won't have as much free time to write such long replies as much, so I'm cutting this one a bit short, I hope that's okay! :(

I have to agree we never know what someone is going through or how their feeling, so a proper warning is always for the best! Still very sweet & thoughtful of you :')

Heh now that I think about it, the Brackens might be the only house to consider "dumber than a horse" as an insult to horses! If anyone would know just how smart horses are, it would be them! They could call Blackwood horses dumb though, just because of the Blackwood influence the poor horses have had to suffer XD

Lord & lady Tully are such a cute pair~ I love how he matches her feisty nature perfectly, and insisting she become a strong swimmer too! x3 Aw and I love how realistic their argument feels? Of course they would both react this way! They both have good points & both apologizing later sets the stage for a good marriage between them uwu

Lil bitty Samwell learning from both his grandparents & playing with his cousins is just too precious~ And I love lady Tully calling lord Blackwood out on his poor parenting & the emotional distance he puts between himself & his sons! I kind of wonder how he's react if after a bit too much wine he'd end up leaning against lady Tully, who instead of pushing him away, would hold him & stroke his hair as if he were her own son? Like she does for her daughter & grandsons? With lord Blackwood unknowingly seeking a mother's touch. Only to remember the next morning how lady Tully had held & soothed him like a child?

She's such a good grandmother to Samwell & Willem, and I understand lord Blackwood's insistence on her praying to the old gods, & she's too stubborn to be honest to him about her reason to refuse. Though I do wonder if he would have understood her concerns? Oof that argument is so hard to read, I understand lord Blackwood's hurt, anger, & loss but lying to his sons and burning the letters, not even storing them away..that just horrible D= Poor lady Tully & Samwell, knowing his father hid letters from their grandmother had to hit him terribly, and to have Willen parrot their father's teachings too! At least their Tully cousins questioned them at least!

Amos practicing flattery in front of his mirror is too cute! Along with Raylon's light teasing x3 Aw and speaking of Ser Raylon Rivers, can you imagine a secret relationship between him & Samwell in the background?

Neither of them wishing to burden their brothers with it, and feeling as though they especially can't mention it after their brother's brake up? :< And Willem keeping his blade on him while trying to distance himself from it emotionally is such a good contrast to Amos locking his blade away but keeping the key to it literally next to his heart, never truly parting from it emotionally..

Davos being the one to stake Aeron through the neck, oh my poor babies :'( Imagine if Aeron had lived but still is injured, with Davos fleeing with him and both waiting out the war while Aeron recovers, until they hear of the Blackwood attack on Bracken lands? 

Ooh I love how you wrote Willem finding the blade, how Amos never truly broke the chain connecting him to Willem.. And how the rape doesn't happen right away or all at once, how it gradually builds, and how Willem deludes himself into thinking Amos wants it. That despite his desire to punish him, he doesn't wish to see himself as Amos's rapist.. That threat to have Raylon taken before both houses, that he's already "broken in" is harsh..i totally understand Amos's fury!

Aw having Benjicot sent to Riverrun is a smart idea, though I also like the idea of him coming to Harrenhall to lead the Blackwoods, and while Oscar is tense at first, he soon sees just how much like Samwell Benjicot is? Saying he understands Oscar did what he has to and doing what he can to keep his own house in line? I could see Amos meeting him & seeing so much of Samwell in him ;w;

1A) Heh poor Aeron! I feel like the spanking he gets from Davos would be less sexual and more so an actual punishment, like for when he's genuinely unfair & rude to Davos, or does something stupid & knightly, risking his life for others, Davos wouldn't let that go without making riding too painful for his Bracken for a while, I mean what better punishment is there for his Bracken than that? I imagine he'd rarely need to use anything but his hand (which he prefers, he likes how much more intimate it feels) but occasionally, if he feels it's really needed to teach a lesson, he'll use the thin leather reins from he cut from Aeron's own horse.  He can't bring himself to use a belt but that's fine, the reins are painful enough!  

1B) Ooh I saw you wrote something for  this idea, so I'll comment on it tomorrow~ I did think up another idea involving spanking though. Now this would be a purley parental spanking, but imagine before the battle of the burning mill ever takes place, Raylon Bracken would come to blows with a group of young Blackwood men and get overpowered, being brought back to Raventree Hall by them so he can be ransomed back to his lord father. He's not treated terribly, locked away in a room instead of a cell, but of course that doesn't make him any less angry! And when Willem comes to check on him himself, Raylon in his anger continues mouthing off to Willem despite his warning... And after stomping his foot and throwing something at Willem in anger, Raylon would soon find himself lying over Willem's knees, told if he was going to have a tantrum like a little child, he may as well be punished like one..

Ah sorry this reply was so much shorter than others, there's plenty I didn't comment on, but you summed up all we've discussed perfectly~ Thank you so much for discussing all these ideas with me <3 I'm all ears to hear any you have as well! =)

Congratulations on the new job. And also no worries about reply length or anything like that.

Lord and lady Tully are definitely based on my best friend’s parents.

Also think I hit all your ideas I’m sure, so sorry if I didn’t.

And now I’m definitely thinking about Samwell and Raylon Rivers. They have been added to the list.

Just non descriptive mentions of rape, look at previous ask for the more descriptive parts of the rape and trauma.

Definitely older brackenwood with some davron once again.

Lord Tully insisted that since he had to learn how to ride like a Bracken then his wife needs to learn to swim like a Tully. Yeah the fights are just them not seeing eye to eye and just needing some time to let cooler heads prevail. Once that happens they’ll apologize because they know they both had valid points. They’re also trying to raise their daughter to be level headed.

Lord Tully once asked lady Tully why she felt bad for the Blackwood horses, when they had a tourney in honor of their daughters first name day. She explained that Blackwood horses had to deal with the dumb Blackwoods, that those horses are smarter than their owners. So of course she’s going to feel bad for them. Lord Tully just shakes his head, he just goes along with it.

The one and only time both lady Tully and lord Blackwood allow themselves to seek some form of comfort in each other is in the months leading up to lady Blackwoods death. Lady Tully had just gotten Samwell settled in for the night again, and Willem was already in his bed sound asleep. Both lady Tully and lord Blackwood had too much wine, they’re both six glasses deep when lord Blackwood starts to tear up.

Normally lady Tully would just walk away, while muttering a Blackwood can just be miserable by himself, no need to drag everyone else’s mood down, it’s already sad enough in her daughter’s room. But since she’s already tipsy and already mourning her daughter she figures that lord Blackwood is also mourning his wife. So she does the only thing that she can think to do which is move to the couch, in her daughter’s room and pat the seat next to her.

Lord Blackwood at first thinks that lady Tully is making fun of him, acting like he’s a small child like Samwell or Willem. It’s only when she says that she’s here to offer comfort, as his mother in law and a fellow mourner die he finally sit next to her. She’s the one to lean into lord Blackwoods space while pulling his head towards her shoulder. It’s only after lord Blackwood has settled down on her shoulder, does she start to pet his hair while telling him that it’s okay to already mourn someone that is alive. That although he’s a Blackwood, she’s here for him and her grandsons. She just lets him know that it’s okay to let his emotions out.

He accepts the comfort until Samwell comes in from the nursery telling them that Willem is awake and crying. Lord Blackwood starts to get up until lady Tully tells him she’ll take care of Samwell and Willem, he needs to spend time with his wife. And with that she gives lord Blackwood a kiss on his temple, and grabs Samwell’s hand telling him that they’re going to go take care of Willem.

Willem just had a bad dream, which was an easy enough fix. But Samwell wouldn’t settle down again, he was too worried about his mother and father. He’d never seen his father show any emotion. So lady Tully decides to bring Samwell and Willem into their mother’s room. It’s just a short walk back to the rooms, and when they arrive lord Blackwood questions if everything’s alright?

Lady Tully tells him that his sons need their parents, she also orders lord Blackwood out of the chair that he sitting in so she can sit there. Lord Blackwood starts to protest but she tells him to get in the bed, but to leave space between him and wife so the boys can sleep between them. She’ll tell them bed time stories until they all fall asleep. Once they’re asleep she quietly leaves the room.

It isn’t until the next day that lord Blackwood realizes that he allowed himself to be treated like a child by lady Tully. He’s a little disappointed in himself but he also realizes deep down that he needed someone to take care of him, to validate his feelings while also still being an adult. Surprisingly it’s not lady Tully or Samwell who brings up the night before, it’s Willem that does. He thinks it’s just a strange dream, that he had a nightmare and then his father brought him and his brother to their mother for comfort. It’s Samwell who tells him it wasn’t a dream.

It’s when the boys are at their lessons, that lord Blackwood decides to confront lady Tully about last night. She tells him although he’s just a Blackwood and was never deserving enough for her daughter she can see how much he loves lady Blackwood; he also gave her, her adorable grandsons. Also it’s okay to feel fear and grief for the future, they’re both about to loose someone important but they’ll always be related through the kids.

The funeral happens, the fight also happens, lady Tully keeps her promise to write but lord Blackwood burns them and years pass without Samwell and Willem seeing their grandmother until lord Tully writes to tell them that she’s sick and dying. And how much she’d love to see them one last time. They’re too late, but they do stay for the funeral and do find out about how she really had kept her promise to write. Samwell believes his cousins and concludes that lord Blackwood must’ve burnt them. Willem already so close to his father in appearance and attitude decides that although these are his Tully cousins, they’re obviously lying a Bracken never keeps a promise.

After the funeral Samwell resumes his duties of watching the boundary stones, where he meets little Amos and his half brother Raylon. Raylon was sent to check up on Amos, to make sure that he wasn’t starting a fight with the Blackwoods. So he was absolutely shocked when he saw Amos and Samwell talking. Raylon doesn’t approach them just yet, he wants to see how the little interaction plays out.

It’s only when Amos sees Raylon, does he decide to approach them. Raylon tells Amos it’s time to go back to Stone Hedge, and sends him on his way. Raylon stays back long enough to thank Samwell for being so kind to his brother, he likes to act like a big boy but he’s still just a ten year old child. Samwell says it’s no issue Amos reminds him so much of his younger brother, who’s just come back from the court. Raylon doesn’t ask any questions especially when Amos comes back to ask if he’s ready? Raylon tells to go ahead he’ll catch up he needs to finish this conversation.

Once Amos had left again Raylon asks Samwell his name, and if he can send ravens to him. Samwell agrees he sees Raylon as a friend and also a connection to his grandmother that he just lost. It’s only a few weeks before Samwell and Raylon realize that they might actually like each other, more than just in a friend way. Samwell is actually the first one to broach the subject of how there might be more than friendship between them, if Raylon would allow it? Raylon is surprised but doesn’t disagree, so as their brothers fall into love with each other Raylon and Samwell also fall into love.

Raylon sends raven on Samwells eighteenth name telling him that they need to meet that night. Samwell is sorrow by he doesn’t need to be Raylon just wanted to give him his present in person. Raylon had stolen the idea of gifting his lover a blade from his brother. He’d had the blacksmith make him a dagger with a ravens head as the handle and had a horse etched into the actual blade. That way he’d always be near to protect him. Samwell is touched by the gift and vows to get Raylon something just as special for his name day.

So when it’s Raylons name day Samwell gifts him a blade with a horse head as the handle and a raven etched into the actual blade. But unlike their brothers they continue to send ravens even after they too eventually brake up. Also both men keep their blades on them. They tell themselves it’s to keep tabs on how each house is feeling towards the other, Raylon wants to be able to advise Amos to the best of his abilities. But they also send updates about their personal lives. They each write to the other that they hope their sons can be good friends just like they were. Raylon also congratulates Samwell when he’s married and has his heir Ben.

The letters only stop after Raylon was killed in a freak riding accident, he’d been thrown from his spooked horse and trampled. The very last letter Samwell writes to Raylon is how much he loves him and he’s sorry that everything happened the way it did. He also asks how could Raylon leave him so easily and early? They both still had so much life left, but now it’s just him but he’ll do his best to live for him. He burns the letter hoping that his words will reach Raylon.

Several more years pass and Samwell gets a mysterious illness that takes him before Ben is old enough to run Raven tree hall. Willem takes over as regent and plots his revenge against Amos. According to Willem it was Amos who walked away from him and their future along with his heart, just like Amos’s ancestors walked away from the old gods. He imagined the old gods felt the same type of pain and anger he feels.

So as soon as the dance happens and he hears from Davos that the Brackens have declared for Aegon, he uses it as an excuse to attack the Brackens. He’ll finally have his opportunity to show that he’s never forgiven or forgotten Amos’s betrayal.

Willem is disappointed with Davos when he finds out that he had the chance to kill a Bracken but doesn’t. He orders the Bracken that he spared to be sent to the dungeons and left to rot. Since Davos couldn’t kill him, he’ll keep him alive but barely. He orders that Davos is not allowed down there, he can’t be trusted around that Bracken. Instead Davos is ordered to watch Amos’s son Raylon.

He wants Davos to watch a Bracken get taken multiple times while also knowing that if he misbehaves then his Bracken will also suffer that fate. Davos and Raylon still get friendly, Davos also stops his uncles men from raping Raylon on his birthday. Davos manages to tell Raylon that Aeron is still alive. Raylon is equal parts relieved and horrified. He hopes that he’s not suffering the same fate as him, Davos tells him that he isn’t sure it’s been almost a month since they last saw each other.

Willem is also delusional enough to believe that every cry from Amos is a cry of pleasure. That his begging is a way of calling back to their relationship, and how he’d always cry and plead for Willem to not stop. It’s obvious that Amos wants it even if he doesn’t explicitly ask for it. He’s just trying to play hard to get, especially when it’s in the camp on the way to Harrenhal.

Davos is forced to guard Raylon while on the move to Harrenhal, he tries to get to Aeron but he’s too well guarded. The only time Davos is allowed to see Aeron is at Harrenhal when his uncle Willem is beheaded for what he did in the river lands.

Oscar still orders Raylon and Davos back to Stone Hedge, Davos is still a hostage. Aeron is ordered to stay at Harrenhal, he’s needed to help fight, Davos and Aeron can see each other after the war.

Oscar also sends a raven to Raven tree hall demanding that Ben comes to Harrenhal. He needs Ben not to fight but to show his support towards him. Once Ben arrives at Harrenhal, he tells Oscar that he understands that he did what he needed to do, especially to secure the loyalty of all the other houses. Ben shows nothing but respect towards Oscar, which in turn causes the Blackwoods to show only respect towards him.

The first meeting between Amos and Ben, Amos almost feels like a small child again. Ben reminds Amos so much of Samwell, how he listens and weighs his words/actions before he does anything. Amos knows that house Blackwood will be in capable hands once Ben is old enough to take responsibility. Amos might also hug Ben, offering comfort to him; he’s sorry for his loss of uncle and for his father years earlier.

1A): Davos is more of a punisher when it comes to spanking Aeron. Every time Aeron back talks, trying to prove to Davos that he’s capable of being a knight, it’s over his knee until his ass is red. Davos only uses the reins when Aeron falls off his horse. Aeron was trying to show off to his friends and managed to fall, and ended up scarring Davos half to death he didn’t move for almost a whole minute and he couldn’t cross over to Bracken lands to check on him. Davos tells him this spanking is for his own good, it should teach him not to show off.

2): Raylon knows that he’s being an irrational brat, especially in front of Willem but he’s pissed. It was a stupid mistake on his part, he’d followed his horse into Blackwood lands and ran right into Willem. As soon as Willem realized who had ran into him, he knew he’d get a huge ransom from Amos.

But first Willem needed to get Raylon to stop snorting and stomping his foot and the only way he knows how to is bend him over his knee and spank him. He makes Raylon count to ten, and then evaluates Raylons attitude. If Raylon is still throwing a temper tantrum, then it’s ten more smacks. It will continue until Raylon has learned his lesson.

[adriswrld]

Fem! Reader x Swerve Strickland

plot: reader turns on The Acclaimed and aligns herself with their enemies Swerve In Our Glory also known as Swerve Strickland and Keith Lee trope: enemies (on screen) to lovers (on screen & irl) with Swerve Strickland pairings: Max Caster sibling reader x Swerve Strickland/ reader x (platonic) The Acclaimed (Max Caster & Anthony Bowens) a.n: im sorry i just find him so hot for no reason and him kidnapping Billy on Rampage was a lil funny

Y/N sighed in annoyance as she was forced to listen to her brother mumbling his new rap he was gonna perform. "Dude keep it down I'm trying to memorize what I'm gonna say," Y/N said and Max scoffed. "Just say scissor me and you'll get a pop," Max said and Y/N rolled her eyes. "First of all, I'm doing a promo against Thunder Rosa and Britt Baker. You can't just say the words scissor me," Y/N jumped off the stage crate and walked past her brother who simply just ignored her. As Y/N headed to her locker room she was suddenly pulled into a room.

"What the fuck!" Y/N groaned in annoyance, hitting Swerve on the chest and he just grinned at her. "Shhh," He mumbled before connecting their lips into a passionate kiss. Y/N smiled into the kiss, pulling him closer to her body before they separated a few seconds later. Nobody knew they were together, it was a secret for a reason because Max would literally kill both of them if he found out. The only ones who knew were Keith Lee, Anna Jay (Y/Ns best friend), Mia Yim (Keith's wife) and Anthony who had kept it a secret and didn't tell his tag partner Max. "Nobody saw you right?" Y/N questioned.

"Don't get so paranoid. Nobody saw you," He reassured, and she rolled her eyes. "You said that last time and Anthony walked in on us," Y/N deadpanned and Swerve shrugged. "So, you excited for tonight? You ready to turn on your boys?" Swerve asked, looking Y/N up and down slowly, checking out how she looked in her new gear. "It's a little nerve-wracking but I've turned on people before so it should be easy," Y/N mumbled, walking over and sitting on the sofa. "Yeah you certainly turning on someone right now," Swerve mumbled under his breath as he sat down next to her.

"I heard that," Y/N raised a brow and he grinned, pulling her onto his lap. "It wasn't really a secret," he shrugged. Y/N chuckled and pecked his lips, as he went to tug off her tank top the door opened and in walked Anthony who grimaced at the two. "Y/N you know I support your relationships, I do. But you have some questionable taste," Anthony said, shaking his head in disappointment. Both Y/N and Swerve rolled their eyes at him before Y/N climbed off his lap and tugged her tank top back down. "Question, why did you just barge into my boyfriends locker room?"

Anthony raised his brows, "Because you weren't in yours when I went to check with Max so he's literally looking around for you and if he found you in here, you and Swerve wouldn't make it to your matches at All Out. Plus, you're supposed to be out in five minutes we gotta go." Y/N cursed under her breath and grabbed Anthony's hand. "Well then let's go! I'll see you soon baby!" Y/N blew a kiss at Swerve before running out of the locker room with Anthony being dragged by her. They made it to the gorilla where Billy Gunn and Max were waiting. "There you are, where the hell were you?" Max asked.

"I was with Anna," Y/N lied and he nodded, not thinking much of it as he was trying to memorize his rap.

"Hold on, I have a question if I may. Why are you consistently talking about Y/N when she's not even here? Are you scared to say it to her face?" Toni Storm interrupted. Standing side by side with the AEW Women's Champion, Thunder Rosa all as they were confronting Britt Baker, Jamie Hayter and Rebel. Just when Britt went to speak she was cut off when The Acclaimed's music hit, gaining a huge pop as obvious. Y/N was supposed to be having a match with Britt Baker tonight and if she won then she would be added to Toni Storm vs Thunder Rosa at All Out.

Max did his rap, basically roasting all of the women in the ring but mainly Britt, Jamie and Rebel. Y/N walked out beside Billy Gunn as Anthony and Max did their usual thing to hype up the crowd. "The Acclaimed are here! Scissor me daddy ass!" Anthony, Max and Y/N all scissored their fingers with Billy Gunn before Y/N walked down the ramp with a mic in hand. "Alright everyone settle down. I couldn't quite but hear my name brought up quite a lot. Mainly by you Britt. And I'm not a huge fan of disrespect."

"But I mean whatever you feel the need to say you can say it to my face," Y/N spoke, jumping onto the apron and stepping the ring, Max and Anthony following her movements as well as Billy. "You want me to say it to your face?" Britt raised a brow and Y/N shrugged and nodded with a purse of her lips. "Okay ill say it to your face. You are a complete joke to this company and the only thing your useful for is helping your brother win his matches. I find it completely baffling that you're getting a title shot and not me," Britt stated. Y/N pursed her lips and nodded slowly, "Well it sounds like someone thinks they better than me."

"As much as some people would agree with that I can't help but disagree. I am better than you Britt. And in just a minutes time, I will be proving that," Y/N stated. Britt scoffed and then suddenly Y/N sucker punched her in the face and threw her out of the ring. Jamie and Rebel both went to attack her but she kicked them in the gut and performed a double ddt to them, sending both rolling out of the ring. The crowd cheered as Y/N came face to face with Thunder Rosa and Toni Storm. "I'd advise you to leave before I send you out of this ring just like I did them," Y/N warned.

A few minutes Y/N was having her match with Britt, easily getting the upper hand. As Y/N had Britt on her shoulders she powerbombed her into the mat, going to pin her but was distracted when she noticed Swerve In Our Glory coming down the ramp and arguing back in forth with The Acclaimed. Y/N stood up and slid out of the ring, walking over to them. "What the hell is going on?! I'm trying to finish my match!" Y/N said, pulling Anthony and Max back. "They're the ones who came down here!" Max argued.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes, running back into the ring to beat the ten count. As she stood up, Britt knocked her in the face, sending her stumbling back right into a high kick from Jamie off the apron as Rebel had distracted the referee. The crowd booed and complained, not happy that Y/N was gonna be cheated. But The Acclaimed noticed and jumped on the apron, arguing with the referee and Britt stood up in disbelief, yelling at the two. Y/N was leaned on the bottom turnbuckle, holding her jaw and that's when everyone noticed Swerve and Keith near her.

Swerve slid his title discreetly into Y/N's hands and that's when Britt turned around, being hit straight in the face with the title. The Acclaimed noticed Y/N attack Britt and jumped off the apron so the referee could count as Y/N pinned Britt to the three count. Swerve left his title where it fell so everyone could see how Y/N had just cheated and with his help. Their music hit and The Acclaimed cheered and slid in the ring, putting their arms around a very exhausted Y/N. But that's when everyone froze, seeing Swerve In Our Glory step into the ring. But they suddenly looked down at the title that belonged to Swerve who bent down with a smirk and picked it up.

The Acclaimed looked at Y/N in disbelief and she looked down with a sigh. As Max argued with his sister, Anthony got into it with Swerve. Billy pulled Max back when he got a little too close into Y/N's personal space. Y/N just shook her head, annoyed with the topic and everyone just watched confused as Swerve and Keith exited the ring and stood onto the top of the ramp. Y/N went to walk out of the ring but Anthony grabbed her arm and pulled her back only for her to shove him back and the crowd let out a gasp of shock. "What the hell is your problem?!" Max shouted at her.

"My problem?! You almost cost me my match!" Y/N argued. Shaking her head she went to step out of the ring but Max grabbed onto her arm which made her immediately punch him in the face. The crowd gasped in shock as Anthony bent down next to Max who held his jaw in disbelief. Y/N pursed her lips before stepping onto the ring apron and turning around to look back at the boys. Y/N picked up the mic on the floor of the ramp and raised it to her lips. "You guys are a joke and I never needed you. And I will prove that when I win the AEW Women's Championship at All Out. Also, in case you didn't know, I've been hanging out with Swerve and Keith behind your backs the entire time."

"And they actually proved that they care about me tonight, so at All Out I can't wait to watch as they retain their championships," Y/N smiled. The crowd booed her and she rolled her eyes, tossing the mic on the mat and jumping off the ring apron. "You know I always had a feeling you would turn on us. I just didn't expect it to be with them of all people," Max spoke. "You know how much those titles mean to us!" Y/N rolled her eyes and picked the mic back up. "Which is exactly why I'm going to make sure you don't win them," Y/N said, walking up the ramp to Keith and Swerve who watched the interaction in amusement.

Swerve grabbed Y/N pulling her into a fast and sloppy kiss that caught her off guard. Pulling her closer by her ass in the process, Anthony and Billy were trying to pull Max back who had no idea that, that was planned. And it wasn't planned at all so it caught everyone off guard. Swerve pulled away and grinned, putting his arm around her shoulders and waving teasingly at Max. The minute they got backstage Y/N grabbed Swerve and dragged him into the locker room. "Oh my god you're gonna get me killed!"

Swerve chuckled and she rolled her eyes at him, "This is not funny, Max is gonna kill me!" Y/N shoved his shoulder but then the door opened and Max immediately grabbed Y/N away from Swerve. "Yo what the fuck was that?! TK said that wasn't supposed to happen!" Max said, holding onto Y/Ns arm tightly. "Hey you need to calm down and let her go," Swerve said, pulling Max's hand off of Y/N's arm and getting into Max's face. "Okay no, we are not doing this. We can talk about this later. I need a shower so get out," Y/N said, pushing Max and Swerve away from each other.

"I swear to god if you shower together I'm gonna kill both of you!" Max said, and Y/N rolled her eyes and shut the door then locked it. Swerve raised his brows and she squinted at him. "No you cannot come in with me," Y/N mumbled, walking past him and tugging off her tank top over her bra. "Oh come on. You can't really be mad at me baby," Swerve groaned. Y/N turned to look at him and sighed, "I'm not mad, I am fuming. How dare you just kiss me like that in front of everyone and my brother?!" Y/N went to say more but was cut off when Swerve pulled her into a kiss.

Y/N pulled away and gaped at him, "Did you just kiss me to shut me up?"

"That and because I really wanna join you in that shower," He said and she scoffed. "Fine, I'll let it slide. Only if you give me a massage," Y/N walked into the bathroom not waiting for his response but heard it through the door.

"Which body part?!"

[hmshermitcraft]

False has had it very rough throughout her years, she had lost many people, got backstabbed and has done the backstabbing herself to survive. But now she's in a much safer place and doesn't know how to cope with it Thankfully, she has her girlfriend Gem.. And Gem's other girlfriend Pearl... False doesn't mind Pearl at all, in fact. Gem and Pearl were already dating Gem before False got into the relationship. False had to admit that it is nice to feel wanted but it doesn't when it comes to share but False wants Gem to be happy But unfortunately for False, Pearl is an absolute cuddle bug. Pearl often likes to be physically affectionate with Gem which isn't a problem itself but False always feels a lack of affection even though Gem was already giving her affection.. Could it be Pearl's affection she's lacking..? Wait- No- This can't be happening! Ah.. Well, it is and False can't stop her feelings now... False at that point just bottled up her feelings until Gem had gone away on a trip for a week which was both distressing for False because she doesn't really feel safe without Gem and for Pearl because Gem was a huge comfort for her and she cannot fall asleep without holding someone and she doesn't want to make False uncomfortable False could see Pearl deteriorate for the past few days due to a lack of sleep. Something told False that Pearl may have had something bad happen in the past because even if Pearl was really clingy that does not happen normally. False felt really awful for Pearl so eventually on the final day Gem was supposed to be gone she pushed her feelings for Pearl aside so the awkwardness could be minimized at least a bit and offered to help Pearl in any way she can Gem was surprised to come back to them happily sleeping while holding each other on the couch (After a bit of a heart to heart about what happened to them before their lives got better but Gem doesn't know that)

Pearl would've never minded including False in her affection, whether they dated or not! But, Gem told her that she is a bit nervous around people, so Pearl wanted to wait for False to come to her. She didn't want to impose and make False think she couldn't say no!

By the time False offered, Pearl was so sleep deprived she didn't really process what False was offering! It's only when she wakes up to Gem humming in the kitchen that Pearl realises how much she and False connected.

False was already awake, reading a book in Pearl's hold. She smiles when she sees Pearl is awake, making no attempt to leave her hold. They remain like that until Gem calls that food's ready. They help each other up, laughing at their creaking bones and calling each other old.

It feels like the start of a new stage.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hiii, I know you just got a yoonmin ask and I know you disagree on the timeline but I wanna chat cause as a yoonminer who watches jikook and follows your blog I love chatting about the similarity and differences between the ships.

I think they all love each other and I maintain that something has happened (duh) with both ships romantic/sexual whatever. I think I just am confused as to how jikookers can wait and wait and wait until something eventually happens for their ship but yoonmin content flows non stop? Yoonmin sit next to each other in videos, they touch each other, jimin is always talking about how cute he finds yoongi and vice versa. 2023 in particular has been filled with mutual yoonmin moments with them visiting each other and actively supporting each other. Yoonmin flirty live, jimin saying yoongi has a lot of stamina in yoongis comments. Jimin and yoongi being the only two to hold each other after the d-day concerts. Yoongi visiting jimin at his face show. The list kinda goes on and on.

Where with jikook currently I see jung kook mentioning jimin a lot, them attending sugas concert with tae, and the flirty live and new york and some ig posts. Which is cute and I understand they have tons of history but it just doesn't feel like a current love story? It feels like a relationship that's off an on to me but maybe that's the beauty of it. That it portrays what it's like to grow and love someone and how that love can change and progress.

I know im rambling and I like your blog and you're one of the few jikookers I respect I just push back on the fact that yoonmin are no longer close or that their closeness would never indicate any type of love connection because as 2023 would show it they're around each other constantly and letting us in particular know that.

I also think that yoonmins love and bond isn't some grand love story gcf Tokyo video kissing necks on stage giggly shirtless live type of vibe but it doesn't make it less like beautiful? Real? It just makes more sense to me and I see how they care for each other out loud albeit not overly flirtatious to this day.

I'm sorry if any of this comes across as offensive by the way! You just so rarely talk about yoonmin and jikook in the same breath I had to shoot my shot 😭

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No need to apologize, it doesn't come across as offensive to me. I think I understand what you mean, what you see in yoonmin's relationship in 2023... I just weigh some of those things differently.

You're right Yoongi and Jimin are one of the closest pairings even now. This is probably controversial to say, but I think Jimin really didn't like that his FACE promotions were only for nine days. I mean think about it. Everything about FACE screamed grandiose. Expansive and elaborate, that's what Jimin envisioned in FACE. And then he agreed to squeeze all that into nine days? Nah. He would have been really miffed about that. For good reason too. But I think a big reason he agreed to that timeline is because it's Yoongi that it would've impacted, and he knew Yoongi had tour commitments that made many things difficult to reschedule. Looking at their joint promotion activities too, the resulting response from Korean media and the general public was the most positive I've ever seen it. Something about their dynamic translates very well to mature audiences in the general public in Korea, for both men and women. It's really interesting.

Thanks for sharing your point of view. I really can't say I agree with your assertion that "something happened" though. I mean, something must've happened for a sexual relationship to occur (which I assume most of us here take as a given) between any of them, but I don't think we're in full alignment over what that something is. On the other hand, it's not like any of us really know or that it really matters.

Anyway, you're right about how real and beautiful Jimin's relationship with Yoongi is even today, but you know... Jikook is my favourite pairing in BTS.

They're just it. :)

[unbindingkerberos]

Recovery (A Sequel to Exeunt)

Words: 903

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Slight ooc?? I'm not sure. Had to rewrite this fic a couple of times since I wasn't satisfied with earlier versions/ drafts. Fic takes place before the new Siege comic. Either way, I hope you enjoy. <3

Tags: @poisonedtruth @unpetitoiseau @children-of-epiales @shegetsburned @linoleum-ice

Foot tapping restlessly, sweaty palms clasping each other, form leaning back and forth and head aimed at the floor, Marius waits anxiously outside the infirmary. His stomach twists knots into knots, and a tension rises in his Adam's apple. Guilt bubbles in his throat and his tapping increased to a fast pace. Why was this taking so long? Did something happen? Is he--

No. Marius buries his face in his palms, feeling tears stinging his eyes. This can't be happening. It's all his fault. He should've done something-- noticed something was off beforehand. But now it's too late and Henry's hurt. Hurt because he saved him. 

It really is my fault.

The door to the infirmary opens and Gustave exits the room. Marius springs up from his seat. "Is he-- is Henry okay?" The Frenchman sighs. "We successfully removed the rest of the shrapnel from his back. Thankfully, none of it seems to reach his spinal cord." Marius releases a sigh he's been holding on. "Gott sei Dank." His voice trembles with a shakiness. Gustave puts a comforting hand on Marius's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "He's still resting but I'll give you some time to see him." 

"Danke, Gustave." Marius murmurs.

The door opens with a click and he sees the laying form of one Henry Adler-- a calm look ever present on his face. Marius drags a stool and sits right next to him. He takes Henry's hand and holds it near his chest. "Please wake up soon."

--

"Marius, aren't you supposed to be preparing for your mission?" The man in question gives off a smile as he replaces the worn, withered irises with fresh ones-- evident by their flourishing indigo palette. "Ja, but I finished preparing some time ago." Henry quirks a brow. "Is that so?" He playfully hums, eyes narrowing as his lips spread into a faint smile. "Alright, I believe you. A bit." 

Marius finishes with the arrangement and discards the withered ones in the bin. A new weight is added to the mattress as Marius joins Henry in bed. "I hope the flowers keep you company, liebling. I don't want you to be alone here as you recover." A heat makes its way to Henry's cheeks. It had been a few days since he confessed his feelings towards him. He still could remember the memory like it was yesterday.

(Henry clasps his hands with Marius's, fingers interlocking with one another. He had just awakened a few hours ago. "Thank you." Marius's lips twitch at the comment-- still taken aback by the suddenness of the situation. "What do you mean?" Henry smiles and he takes the other's hand and moves it to cup his cheek earning a shudder from the German. "You make me feel feelings that I have not felt for so long." A lock of hair falls to Henry's face. "And that scared me."

Marius's face deflates and Henry quickly realizes. "It wasn't your fault but mine. I was so blinded by my… confusion that I didn't realize it at first."

"Realize what?"

"That I love you."

The look on Marius's face was indescribable and for a moment Henry thought he had made a mistake. But that fear was quickly gone when the German leaned closer, a growing reddening in his cheeks. 

"Henry."

Being bold, Henry closes the distance between their faces. "Marius, it's about time I gave you the proper send-off you deserved that night.")

Both of them, still new to the concept of romantic relationships, did some research beforehand and asked for the guidance of other operators (even if the majority disapprove of the pairing). They've just set up some boundaries and ground rules with one another so that both parties can feel comfortable. It has been some time and so far all was well. But then again, this was the early stages of their relationship.

Henry rests his head on Marius's chest, feeling the thrum of the other's heartbeat. "Hmmm, how thoughtful of you." He lets out a long sigh, relaxed. Marius quirks a brow. "But I'm always thoughtful." Henry chuckles at the straightforward yet innocent reply. "I know." They stayed like this for a while until Marius brought up a proposal. "Want to sneak into the workshop again?" Henry flashes him a mischievous look. "Why not?" 

Their little moment was interrupted when Nayara entered the scene. For a while she had a shocked and flustered look on her face but she quickly composed herself. "We'll be leaving in a couple of minutes now. Get your gear and meet us at the carrier." Marius and Henry exchanged some looks with each other. "Don't be late, Streicher." Marius was the first to leave, waving Henry goodbye. Nayara was soon to follow but was stopped when Henry called out to her.

"Bring him back alive." Was all he said in a commanding tone.

The woman freezes for a while before nodding. "I will."

And now Henry was left alone with his thoughts. Thoughts that shifted back to Deimos and the warehouse. When he makes a full recovery, Henry promises to himself, he'll have a talk with the man behind that mask. Was he starting to doubt Henry? Unless of course this was his irritating way of testing his loyalty. Henry lets out a frustrated sigh and his hands curl into balls of tight fists. 

Oh well, guess he'll have to deal with it then. 

[pynkhues]

the iwtv finale was great i cant wait for s2. what im curious about is why armand would set up all this pretense and play pretend for daniel .... i could be wrong but the sense i got is that its seems like he's in control of whatevers happening in dubai but louis is also quite dismissive of him up to that point and he seemed genuinely annoyed about it

I can't wait either, anon, and I totally agree about Armand seeming in control and like he's playing a role for Louis. One of the things I really loved about the series is how much it demonstrated Louis' own need for control - both in his circumstances and in his narrative - and that actually being one of the attraction points between him and Lestat. Their backgrounds are wildly different, but for both of them there is this sense of having tried to forge their mortal lives in a particular way and having that curbed or stamped out - Louis by the overt structural and personal racism of 1910 New Orleans, and Lestat by an extremely abusive father who repeatedly sabotaged his attempts to create a life of his own.

These circumstances have really different ramifications on both the characters, of course, and they don't really understand each other - even though I think they both want to - but I do think they see that it inspired a similar thing in each of them about the need to step forward into a life that they have power over. Lestat's manifests though in indulgence, and Louis' kinda does too for a minute, until his specific context - a Black, gay man drenched in Catholic guilt - sees him go the other way and practice a different sort of control. He controls his diet, his environment - as seen through the very artificial look of his Dubai apartment - and it seems in the modern timeline, his relationships.

Of course, that's probably less of a reality than Louis would like it to be, but I think Armand does seem to want Louis to feel in control, maybe as a means to get him to stay? One of the things Louis' narration really emphasises is that he feels he had no control over these important relationships in his past - he couldn't control his brother, and even when he weaponised the house, he couldn't get his mother and his sister where he wanted them, he couldn't control Claudia, and he certainly couldn't control Lestat. The spill out of all of these relationships in the past are really directly contrasted to the power Louis has in the modern timeline over Daniel and Rashid and the men he feeds on, but it feels as manufactured as the Rashid character does, and what that last moment seems to say is that Armand is the architect there, not Louis.

What Armand's motivation is in that sense is anyone's guess at this stage (although people familiar with the books probably have a few guesses, haha), but I agree that he didn't seem to love the way Louis spoke to him at times, and I kinda think Louis came off as oblivious to that, which feeds into Claudia's depiction of Louis in her diaries as occasionally cold and capable of cruelty.

So yeah, I think there's a precarious balance happening there between Louis and Armand, and that Louis feels he holds the power in the relationship, but it's a power offered carefully and deliberately by Armand likely as a tool to keep Louis where he wants him. Louis can tell him to open the blinds, but Armand is still the one holding the remote, y'know?

[hide-in-imagination]

"Windows of the soul" - Simbar Drabble

They were in that beautiful stage in a new relationship when they still had the thrill of the honeymoon phase but were slowly settling into the comforting routine and heart-warming consistency of having the one you love by your side day after day.

Four months in and Simón and Ámbar couldn't imagine being happier. They really didn't need much else than just being together; whatever activity they did was just an extra. That cozy Spring afternoon, they were hanging out in Ámbar's room when they decided to try out an article she found online. It was something about a bonding experience or 'how to fall in love with someone in a day' thing; they didn't really care, it just sounded fun.

First there were some questions they should ask each other, but they were a lot, and some of them they already knew the answer to, so they skipped some of it. It still brought out some interesting conversation topics though, so thank god Ámbar was a task-focused person or they would've gotten distracted and carried on talking forever.

Next, they had to stare at each other's eyes for 4 minutes, so they settled on top of the bed facing each other, both with their legs crossed.

Ámbar put on a timer in her phone and they started.

Simón spoke about 30 seconds in.

"Wait, can we talk during this or are we supposed to stay silent?"

He made her doubt. "I'm not sure but I can't look it up on my phone now, so let's stay silent just in case."

"Right."

Another 20 seconds went by.

"Can we touch or that's a no too?" Simón spoke quietly as if that somehow broke the rule less.

"Um, I think we can?" Ámbar supposed.

Simón reached over with his hands to hold hers between them. Ámbar smiled and continued to stare into his eyes.

They'd done this before, of course, but never for this long. It was a different experience, and it could've been very uncomfortable if it were someone else, but since it was Simón, it was nice. She got to see all the shades of brown in them, including the tiny specks of golden that he claimed were only an effect of the light but she was sure were there.

Simón's eyes kept switching from looking at one of her eyes and then the other, but then again, so did hers. It could've been boring, she thought once more. But it was special, and a little captivating.

People said that your pupils dilate when you see the person you like. If so, those of both of them had to be dilated right now, but Ámbar couldn't tell the difference because she didn't remember the 'before'.

What she could notice immediately was when a certain look appeared in his eyes. His thumbs had been caressing the back of her hands for a while now, and that look only got stronger.

"You want to kiss me, don't you?"

Simón didn't even try to deny it; there was no reason to. "Mhm."

Ámbar smirked. "Is that because you love me or because it turns you on that that's forbidden right now?"

"Don't lump me in with you."

She laughed. She saw him smiling too from her peripheral vision.

Finally, after who knows how long, the alarm of the timer went off and Simón moved forward immediately, claiming her lips.

Ámbar turned the alarm off blindly and fell backwards, Simón over her as they kissed. She tried to pull away. "Wait, we have to do the compliments next."

Simón traveled down to kiss her neck. "I can do that while doing something else and I know you like it." He sucked on a spot under her jaw, earning a little noise from Ámbar. He held her waist and sighed almost dreamily against her skin. "You have the prettiest eyes."

"Yours are pretty too."

"Mine are boring."

Ámbar grabbed his face and pulled him to look at her. "They're beautiful." She kissed him without letting him go, intensely. "They're deep." She kissed him again. "Like chocolate."

"Chocolate is deep?" He said jokingly.

"Well it sure feels nice when it's deep down my throat."

Simón groaned low on his chest and recaptured her lips hungrily. Their kisses after that were more tongue than anything.

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It was like an hour later that they could get back to the bonding exercises.

[hazeytangerine]

🐻‍❄️❤️ ghostraph soft sex

ghostbear turns out to be much more of a romantic lover than raph could ever imagine. raph has never been in a relationship before meeting ghostbear, so she really didn't know what to expect. 

It takes a while for that side of him to reveal that side of himself, however. In the early stages of their relationship, it wasn’t uncommon for raph to wonder if she was anything more than an easy fuck for him. she wondered if their meet ups were still only part of their original deal, and that each time they had sex it was in exchange for her brothers’ protection. She still looked forward to their meetings more and more each time, feeling it less to be about meeting her idol and more about ghostbear as a person, as someone she loved spending time with. 

one night while ghostbear has her up against the wall of his old room of "champions" she can't help but get lost in her thoughts, in her insecurities. she spirals, without him noticing, into her fears of being used and forgotten when he gets bored of her. She fears that one day he'll tell her to never come back, that the deal's done, and she's no longer enough for him. before she knows it, she's being set down in a soft, cushioned chair, ghostbear on his knees in front of her, trying to ground her back into reality. he kisses her knees softly, rubbing into the bruises, the scrapes and scratches. 

the moment raph is able to speak, everything comes spilling out. she asks him if this is truly only temporary, if there's a chance this might be the last time she ever gets to see him, to have him in her arms. ghostbear is shocked to say the least. he wonders what he could've said or done to avoid making her feel this way. he feels horrible for having caused this. aftercare is extra sweet and loving that night, filled with praise and slow kisses that make raph feel like-

there's no one in the world who could love her as much as the man she's with right now. 

a new date is set for the next night, but they're not meeting at the arena like usual. raph gets the address to ghostbear's apartment, the last place she thought she'd ever be invited to.

without much time to prepare, she shows up with two, small, red ribbons tied to her wrists to match the bow of her mask. its her idea of dressing cute, something she's never been asked to do before tonight. ghostbear cooked a meal for them to eat. large portions of meat, veggies, pastas and anything raph could crave, wait for her at the table. ghostbear lights candles and plays music for the dinner. he laughs when raph tells him it's just like in the movies. they laugh a lot that night, talking about themselves and telling stories. 

raph takes sips of the bitter wine, making faces after every single one, but finishing two cups before the meal is over. Ghostbear feeds her a little of everything, holding the fork up to her mouth until she's absolutely stuffed, and then some more. of course, the night wouldn't be over until ghostbear takes her to his bedroom.

they don't fuck. they don't have sex. raph makes love for the first time in her life. her ribbons undone with his teeth, every movement of his is sensual. it's not an unfamiliar position. with her legs thrown over his shoulders, she would anticipate the burn of the ring's floor the harsh biting and brutal pace he always sets. but none of that comes. the bed hugs the curve of her shell. his soft sheets welcome the firm swing of his hips, caressing raph's skin with each one. ghostbear stops his thrusts for just a moment just to look at her.

he looks at where their hips meet, where he's buried so deep inside of her and she's taking him in with that tight pressure of her cloaca. he looks at her fucked out face, shining with sweat and looking like beauty incarnate.

he pulls her in for a breathtaking kiss before continuing. she doesn't know how long they go on for, but the pleasure never stops. she's so overwhelmed from the attention, the love, that she cries gently in his arms at one point, uttering confessions and proclamations of love.

they bathe together, inevitably filthening themselves up a few more times in the hot bath. they fall asleep together, on a clean mattress with new sheets. Raph tells him she loves him, ghostbear says it back.

she'd have to ask about that wedding ring in the bathroom, and that mysterious woman in the picture frames when she wakes up...

but for now, in her mind, she's the only one