#i just found this on pinterest and couldn’t help myself

[lil-binuu]

do you think they did

[dc418writes]

Meddling Meet Cute

✨Pairing✨: Terry Richmondxblack!singlemom!reader

Summary🪄: Your daughter’s at it again…

🚨: pretty much all fluff🌸

A/N🎤: it’s my first Terry fic🤗! I’m very nervous (then again when am I not🙃), but I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

“Ma come on!” The excited nine-year-old pulled you just hard enough past the barricades that your steps were a tad more hurried to avoid stumbling over your daughter.

“Callie relax, the rides aren’t going anywhere.”

“I know, but Jianna-,”

“Isn’t going anywhere either,” you chuckle still being led by the girl clearly on a mission with her eyes set on the infamous ‘High Flyer’.

Besties since kindergarten, you couldn’t lie about how cute the duo was. They were practically stuck at the hip during school - always working or playing together at recess - and outside wasn’t all too different seeing that one would typically be at the other’s house. It always brought a smile to your face watching their animated conversations and lighthearted debates.

And after this past year, you were especially glad to see none of that had changed. That she had a true friend to support her during the tough times.

“There she is!,” Callie smiles already beginning to bounce and skip towards her best friend. Jianna begins to frantically wave alerting the much taller and unfamiliar man to her right. Jianna’s mom’s boyfriend maybe? She did mention a new guy she was really into...

Before you can stop her, Callie easily slips away running to hug her friend - and introduce herself to the tower of muscle who adorably shakes her hand with an amused smile of his own.

“Um Callie-?,”

With the man in tow behind them, Jianna tightly wraps her arms around your waist in one of her famous warm hugs before peering up at you with a sweet, “Hey auntie!”

The term given to you by the young girl herself when she was about six since, “You take care of me like my other aunties. So that makes you my aunt too!” You didn’t have the heart to go into the semantics with the wide-eyed little girl, so you just smiled and said, “Okay sweetheart.”

“This is my uncle Terry from the army. Uncle Terry, this is my friend’s mom.”

He was broader up close, and the orange shirt stretching across his chest and shoulders only made that more apparent. That paired with the dark jeans over his thick thighs didn’t help the ache beginning to pulse in your core that you haven’t felt in…damn when was the last time you felt that?

“Hi Callie’s mom,” he greets with probably the prettiest smile you’ve seen in this town on a man and an outstretched hand. A hand that completely envelopes your own once you place yours in his.

“Hi Jianna’s uncle Terry,” you softly chuckle along with the man himself.

God that deep baritone voice was dangerous. And his grayish-green eyes?! You didn’t even know they came in that color.

“Well we’re going to the line bye!,” Callie rushes grabbing Jianna’s hand. Your quick, “Hold it” begrudgingly halts both girls turning around to face you again.

“Tell us what rides you’re going to, and we’ll follow behind.”

“Mom we’re nineee,” she whines with that pouty secret weapon of hers and batting those curly lashes similar to yours.

“You want us to choose the rides?”

There’s a brief, silent stare off between you and your mini me before she announces they’ll be in line at the High Flyer.

“And we’ll be sitting at that bench.” It was about 20 feet away and had the perfect view of both the entrance and exit lines so you would always see the girls.

“Spoken like a true mama,” Terry murmurs with a low chuckle as you both sit. Meanwhile you try to ignore the flutter in your lower tummy at how ‘mama’ sounds out of his mouth.

“Reminded myself of my own back there,” you softly laugh while inwardly cringing. Although you’re enjoying your time so far with Terry - a brief, comfortable silence currently between you two - there’s this creeping suspicion you can’t seem to shake. “Is everything okay with Nitta? I thought she was bringing Jianna?”

“She said she wasn’t feeling the best and asked if I could bring her instead,” he casually answers.

Huh..maybe it’s nothing then.

“She also said Jia told her she really wanted me to go so she could show me around? Didn’t know she was meeting yall here until we got out the truck.”

Yep. There it is.

Your quiet ‘huh’ along with the knowing look on your face has his brow rising in intrigue. And admittedly, he thinks it’s cute how your deep brown eyes slightly squint. “What’s up?”

From your sudden shift to surprised, you clearly didn’t expect him to hear you. Or be paying close enough attention to read you so well. Who wouldn’t pay attention to you though? Bright skin that nearly shined gold when the sun hit you just right. Your full lips that looked so soft. Not to mention your body with curves in all the right places that made him realize it’s been too long since his last time.

You debate on whether to say anything, but the way he deeply gazes at you tells you he probably won’t just let it go. “I uh think a couple of nine year old matchmakers may be trying to work their magic.”

Looking back at the girls, they each throw both of you a quick wave now at the front of the line.

“You think it’s working?,” Jianna asks.

“I mean they’re talking? That’s more attention I’ve seen my mom give a guy,” Callie shrugs. “Might be going better though if he brought flowers like I said.”

“Then that would’ve gave us away like I said.”

“Not that Jia doesn’t want to spend time with you though!,” you hurry to correct meeting those hypnotic green eyes again. “She talked about you all the time when you were gone.”

“Really?,” he smiles and you swear you feel your heart skip a beat. Or two.

“Anytime you’d call she’d get so excited. And when you’d send her something for her birthday or Christmas? All she’d talk about for a good week.”

Deep down Terry knew his sister and niece loved him. But actually hearing how he made them feel from another person made him emotional in a way he hadn’t during his time in the service.

“I have a feeling mine was the ringleader here.”

At that moment you can hear both girls squealing and giggling as the carousel like ride gently swings them higher than any playground swing would. Their arms waving and legs kicking before disappearing on the other side.

‘So you were single,’ Terry thought.

“Sorry to get you wrapped up in all this. If it makes you uncomfortable-,”

“Far as I’m concerned, we’re just two friendly adults watching two kids,” he replies holding up his hands showing he saw no harm. “If it makes you uncomfortable though-,”

“No! No I agree, just two friendly adults,” you smile. There was a glint of something behind your eyes that told Terry there was more to your daughter playing Cupid, but rather than dig he opted to leave it alone until you were ready. Hopefully trusting him enough to explain.

“Did you see us?!,” Callie shouts running up to the both of you with Jianna by her side.

“We did. Surprised yall aren’t dizzy going around so much,” you answer making the girls laugh as they shake their heads.

“We should all do the firecracker next!,” Jianna suggests, which of course Callie quickly agrees. Just a few feet across the way, the line was already filling up with teens and adults alike waiting to ride the infamous drop tower that’s been popular since you were a kid. Those already on it screaming as they quickly free fell before stopping halfway to rise and repeat the motion again.

“Afraid I’m gonna have to sit that one out girls, but maybe Uncle Terry will ride with you?”

He doesn’t get a chance to answer before being pulled by the girls. Judging from the quick, concerned glance he gives you he clearly wasn’t a fan of the ride either.

‘Sorry,’ you innocently mouth when he turns to you from the line shaking his head with that cute tilted smile.

‘Later,’ he mouths back, which you didn’t fully get until he brought up the Tilted Record when the girls didn’t know what to ride next.

“You gotta ride it ma,” Callie practically begged. “It’s so much fun!”

“Yea you gotta ride it ma,” Terry playfully winks bringing those flutters back stronger than ever as a heat creeps to your cheeks. A few minutes later, you were smushed into his side pleasantly smothered by his clean, woodsy scent as you all spun around and eventually backwards. Callie and Jianna in the seat behind you having the time of their lives squealing and singing to the music playing overhead.

“You did that on purpose,” you jokingly glare up at the taller man while following behind your still somehow energized kids.

He simply shrugs with a glimpse of a smirk on his lips, “Maybe. You had fun though.”

He might’ve had a point. “Still, friends don’t do that.”

His deep chuckle and wide smile hits you deep instantly making your knees feel like jelly - something you never thought possible let alone experienced. Not even with Callie’s dad. “Best friends mess with each other all the time,” he counters. “Guess we’ve leveled up.”

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“So Jia’s uncle was nice,” Callie starts. She tries peeking at you in the standing mirror as you dutch braid her hair for the night, but it’s difficult with the way her neck is craned downward.

“He was. We’ll have to get him something for winning those stuffed pigs for you and Jianna.”

“Mhm,” she agrees as you move to the last section. “So what else did you think about him? You think he’s cute?”

You knew she’d been itching to ask since you both got in the car. Especially after Terry was nice enough to make sure you got there okay before wishing you both a good night.

Securing the last braid with the small rubber band, you pat the spot beside you beckoning her to join you in the king sized bed. She instantly climbs in snuggling under the fluffy throw she loved so much. “Callie I don’t want you worrying about me and dating alright? And definitely no more blind dates.”

You still had nightmares about the one with her principal. Who can put away that much shrimp?

“I just want you to be happy. Like how you were with dad,” she whispers peering up at you.

Eventually you’d have to tell her the truth about that strained relationship and how things were only ‘happy’ for her sake.

“I am happy lovie. Long as I have you I’m good,” you smile kissing her on the forehead. “You just focus on being the amazing kid you are okay?”

She nods, sleepily smiling and clearly minutes away from slumber. “Love you ma.”

“Love you too. Now let’s get you to bed.”

Moments after returning to your bedroom, beginning to feel the familiar heaviness of your lids, a couple of short vibrations from your phone stop you from sliding under your covers curious as to who would want something this late.

Hey, it’s Terry. Got your number from Nitta (sent 10:56 pm)

She’s still feeling bad so looks like I’m bringing Jia to dance tomorrow and apparently on snack duty?? (sent 10:57 pm)

Hey and yea forgot it’s her turn. I was next week but we can switch. I’ll pick something up, no worries😊(sent 11:02 pm)

Also I can take Jia if you want? Not sure if you had other plans (sent 11:04 pm)

Was that too much? What if he thought you were trying to pry?

Nah it’s ok, I got her. And thanks for taking over🙏🏽 (sent 11:13 pm)

Look at us, friends helping friends😉 (sent 11:14 pm)

“Nice,” he thought as his hand frustratedly passed over his face. “And with the winky face? Somebody take this damn phone.”

lol always😌! (Sent 11:17 pm)

Terry didn’t realize he was holding his breath until your response finally flashed on his screen allowing him to breathe again. Relief soothing his tense muscles as he sat back against the wooden headboard.

Neither one of you were really able to sleep that night though. Thoughts of the other and the time at the fair admittedly making each a little excited about being together again the next day.

And while you never knew what was planned for the future, something told you this ‘friendship’ would be far different than your other ones.

[obsessednothing]

Best friend

Lando Norris x reader, George Russell x reader

Summary: You’re about to marry the love of your life. Or so you thought. But his best friend is not happy about it…

Warnings: heartbreak, implied cheating, break up, fluff, love

A/N: I’m not usually writing on request, but this stuck in my head. It’s based on prompt from @yasdiazepam and I hope you like it! Tried my best.

Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

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Let’s say that my relationship with Lando was messy and chaotic. Me constantly chasing his ass around the paddock or Monaco, or anywhere else he wanted to be, I thought that it was act of love from my side, but I was just desperate to get an attention from him, that he loves me and cares for me.

Then he proposed. Out of nowhere. At the time I was actually thinking about the break up.

Looking at the engagement ring on my hand, it felt heavy, but I said yes, so it means it’s right, isn’t it?

“Baby, you look troubled, are you okay?” Lando sat next to me, his hand took mine with the ring on it and he looked almost proud. I thought that after the idea of marriage, he’d be cool soon-to-be husband, that his flings would go out of the way. But I was so wrong.

“Nothing, just admiring the ring.” I put on my shining smile, like always.

Suddenly the clinking of glass interrupted our conversation, and I looked up at the hostess of the night, our engagement party, it was Lando’s mum. She was the kindest person in the world, I had a great relationship with her, spending time with her at races while Lando was out on the track. Very often she was a support I needed, every time I saw some tabloids about Lando’s newest fling.

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Looking into the mirror while I was choosing the wedding dress, I felt confused. None of them really was my style, I actually hated it. My mom and my bridesmaids were having a good time, sipping on champagne, not caring about my distressed face.

“Please, sir, this is private session, you can’t-“

I heard associate of the bride boutique speaking disapprovingly at someone, which made me turn around on the spot. My face was reflecting the confusion I felt inside my heart.

“You look- you’re stunning.”

George Russell. Lando’s best friend.

“George, what are you doing here?” I just stood there, watching him, wedding dress on me feeling uncomfortable.

He looked at my party of girls, who were shocked. I gestured for them to leave us alone.

“But dear, you can’t be with any other man than Lando.” My mom tried to oppose, but I dismissed her. When they were out of the room, I looked at George.

“Now tell me. Why are you here?”

He took slow and careful steps towards me, still trying to take in my appearance in that dress.

“I can’t bear it anymore. Clearly nobody sees how you don’t want to do this.”

I snorted at his comment. “What? Of course, I want to get married.”

“But not to Lando.”

I was speechless, maybe he has a point.

“I can’t look at how Lando is careless about you.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Because you’re the centre of my universe.”

George blurted it out, putting a hand over his mouth suddenly, his eyes wide. Then he ran a hand through his hair, his desperation and frustration clear as a day.

“What? But- you don’t actually talk to me when I’m near. You’re always aside, being with Lando when I’m not around and disappearing when I’m close.”

I couldn’t wrap my mind around what he just said.

“That’s because I hate myself for what I feel for you. I hate myself for being in love with my best friend’s fiancée. That’s horrible, yet I can’t help myself. I thought that it goes away, that I’ll find someone else, but then you got engaged and I couldn’t- you can’t marry him.”

He took another few steps towards me, now being so close to me.

“What am I supposed to say to that, George?”

My whispered words were like a needle falling to the ground, being loud in the silence.

“I- .. it’s really selfish from me, but I want you to be happy. And sadly I know, I can see, that you’re not happy with him.” His hands carefully cupped my cheeks, colour of his eyes drowning in mine. Somehow I felt weak in my knees, something in my chest fluttered so much. This was the act I needed, this was an act of a man.

Seeing all the overwhelming images of our relationship with Lando flashing through my mind, my eyes watered.

“You’re right.. I’m not happy, and I don’t want to marry him.. I just- I thought it’s the right thing, that I can change him.”

Gently placing my head on his chest, he ran his hand through my hair gently, while I was clinging onto him, sobbing into his luxurious white shirt. He didn’t care that there will be mascara stains. He didn’t care that he’ll be seen with the crying messy girl.

He cared about me. And that was a lot. And also enough.

———

Buzz of the paddock never fails to amaze me. It was a year since the last time I’ve been here. Since I broke off my engagement with Lando. While I expected him to be angry, he was actually relieved, and we parted our ways as a friends.

As I stood in the box at the garage, admiring the Mercedes’ luxurious surroundings, George was going through his preparations for the upcoming practice session. In the last four months, he showed me the different ways of love, joy and partnership, that I never imagined before. Also he was very careful with my feelings, trying to be slow and smooth with me all the time, knowing that I had a hard time getting from the break up with Lando. I didn’t want to hop into another relationship right away and George understood that.

“Mesmerising, huh?” His voice interrupted my reel of thoughts.

“Yeah, indeed. But not more than you.” My wide smile plastered over my face.

“Ah, and I was starting to get worried that you might be more in love with Mercedes than me.”

“Who said that I’m in love with you?”

He feigned being hurt, placing his hand over his chest dramatically. “That stung, miss.”

I chuckled playfully. “No, really, I feel like home, somehow.”

He smiled softly, feeling the flutter in his stomach, the woman of his dreams cheering for him. Kissing her forehead, he reached for his helmet, putting it on.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling.”

Suddenly I felt rush of emotions through my brain and I stopped him from going to his car.

“I love you, G.”

I placed a kiss over his helmet, the act of affection captured by the cameras everywhere, getting all over the media, making all fans crazy.

I could say, from the wrinkles around his eyes under the helmet, that he had his beautiful smile over his face.

“I’ll show you how much I love you later, darling.”

[justastraymoa]

Soulmark/bond fic teaser

Just testing the waters for interest here.🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings for cuffs, blindfolds, gags (in non sexy ways), Kidnapping, drugging with needles, mentions of needles briefly, description of what it may feel like to be drugged.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I sat in the backseat of a vehicle, metal cuffs cutting into my wrists and blindfold and gag pulling my hair by the knots.

To be fair, they only tightened the cuffs so much because I broke out of both sets of zip ties they put me in earlier. They were officially annoyed as hell. But I wasn’t going to just sit back quietly while I was kidnapped!

But they wised up and got themselves metal cuffs somewhere so now I was stuck until I found another opening.

I tried to keep track of our route in my head. I was in another country for sure. And judging by the Korean my 4 kidnappers kept speaking and the roughly 12-hour flight I was in Korea. I lost count on the flight a couple times, but I was close. Maybe an hour or two hours at most off. Accurate enough for a good guess.

Unfortunately, by the time we came to a stop and the car shut off I was hopelessly lost. I had no hope of finding my way back to the airport even if I did somehow escape my captors. I was so turned around that I couldn’t even tell what direction we were facing now.

The door to my right opened and someone gripped my upper arm roughly and pulled. Immediately I started fighting. I had the entire car ride to rest and now I was ready to give them hell all over again. They would earn my captivity, or I would earn my escape.

“Don’t you ever give up?” A relatively high-pitched male asked through his teeth. He was farther away so he wasn’t the one holding me, fighting to get me into wherever we were going.

I grunted curses at them in English and Korean through my gag as I was dragged from the car and fell hard to the cold ground.

“Just give it to her now. It will make this easier.” A gruffer voice in my ear ordered.

His words spurred me to fight even harder in a panic. Give me what? Drug me? Knock me out so I was easier to handle? Fuck that! Who knows what they would do to me once I was out and couldn’t fight. And who knows where they would take me! I wouldn’t even have a semblance of how long I was out to know what time it was!

Another set of hands joined in restraining me, grabbing at my flailing legs to stop my kicking. I continued to fight, screaming through the gag as loud as I could and hoping someone – anyone – would hear me and come to help.

No one did. My head was roughly jerked to the side, making my neck crack painfully, then a sharp painful prick as a needle was stabbed hard into the side of my neck. It was only seconds before the world I could hear around me started to muffle and my body became heavy and sluggish. I couldn’t remember how to find my legs to keep kicking and fighting. I couldn’t even keep my head from flopping uselessly back.

I remember very little after that. I was in and out of consciousness. There were voices and something was placed into my right hand, and it was forcefully moved as someone talked close to my ear. I couldn’t make any words out. At some point, way after I lost track of any sense of time or place the gag, and blindfold were removed and the handcuffs gently unlocked and taken off. I remember the too bright light after being blindfolded for so long and the relief of having the painful cuffs taken off.

There were warm hands on my face, gentle fingers rubbing my sore wrists. Blurry figures closer to me and raised voices. It got harder and harder to remember why I was fighting to stay awake. I was so tired, so heavy. And soon I finally gave up and let the blackness take hold. Floating in the pool in my mind.

Forcibly dragging myself out of the pool an unknown amount of time later, the first thing I become aware of is that I was laying on my back on a soft surface. The second was a gentle brush across my forehead and voices arguing nearby in Korean.

I sprung up and away from the unknown fingers touching me, ready to fight to escape again. Still half awake and unable to find my balance I stumbled towards a door, not paying attention to anyone or anything around me.

The big man next to the door stepped in front of it and reached out to grab my upper arm tightly in the same move.

“Lemmego.” I slurred out trying to pull my arm from his grasp and get away.

“Hey, hey, hey, let her go!” Someone ordered behind me. I flinched away from that voice as well, overwhelmed, surrounded, and confused about what was happening. But the big guy obeyed the second voice and let me go, staying firm in front of the door.

I backed away and hunched in on myself, trying to wake myself up the rest of the way. I stumbled when my heel hit a wall unexpectedly.

“Go slow. You’re okay.” The second voice coaxed as hands entered my vision reaching towards me but not touching me. Just ready to catch and help me if I needed it.

I glanced up to see a very familiar face belonging to the hands, and I was even more confused. “What in the fuck is happening?” I was happy my words came out clearer than before, even if my mouth and throat were so dry that the short sentence made me cough painfully.

A second, very familiar man handed me a small cup of water, making sure it was steady in my hands, but being respectful about my space at the same time. “Drink, we will explain everything. You’re safe here.” The words were glittered with an Australian accent, making my ears twitch and brain spark.

As I slowly sipped at the water, I took in more of who was in the room with me. There were 4 unfamiliar faces, security from the looks of em. One stood in front of the only door in the room, blocking anyone from getting out or in, the others were in corners of the room, watching me very closely. An older man, JYP, who I was only mildly surprised to see at this point. And 3 members of Stray Kids. Han and Felix were closest to me, hovering close and looking worried. BangChan was currently arguing with JYP, hushed and inaudible from this distance, but with the way they occasionally gestured in my direction I could guess what it was about.

Completing my survey of the room I let my eyes land on Felix – who had promised me an explanation – and raised my eyebrows expectantly

He laughed awkwardly. “Hi, um…I’m Felix. Ah, this is Han.”

“No shit.” I responded. I was meeting my favorite idols in the worst possible way. I have been kidnapped, drugged, bruised, and god knows what else. My sarcasm and snark will not be contained.

Masterlist

Chapter 1

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General Taglist @stellasays45 @beebee18 @weird-bookworm @velvetmoonlght

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (18) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: you say the words coriolanus is so desperate to hear. 

word count: 1,785

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, outdoors sex, skinny dipping, fluff, pet name (petal), not proofread

“Do you know how to swim?” Coryo asked, settling behind you, pressing a kiss to your neck as you rifled through the wardrobe to find something to wear for the day. Ordinarily, your lady’s maid was to help you pick out your outfits and help you into them, but you found that you liked including your husband—your husband—in the process instead. 

“Yes.”

You could feel the smile on Coryo’s lips as he kissed your neck again. “Good. There’s a lake on the property that I’d like to take you to. Swim, have a picnic—” he nips at your neck “—perhaps have a little more fun.”

A giggle escaped you. “That sounds lovely. But what would you have said if I didn’t?”

“Offer to let you cling to me.”

“I’m sure you’ll do that anyways.” You moved your head, exposing more of your neck to him. “But I didn’t have any swimming clothes packed.”

Your knees nearly buckled as Coryo sucked on a sensitive spot just below your ear. “That’s where the little more fun comes in, my pretty petal.”

“My, my, I didn’t know my husband was so insatiable.”

“How could I be satiated when you’re so addicting? For every piece of you, you offer, I find myself wanting more.” Coryo pulled away then reached around you, pulling a pale pink dress out. “Put this on while I ask the staff to prepare lunch for us.”

“Hurry back,” you said, turning around so you could face him, “I might surely die if I’m deprived of my husband.”

Coryo grinned. “Now who’s insatiable?”

You giggled, watching as Coryo leaned down for a kiss before disappearing out the door. Once he was gone, you began to dress for the day. Butterflies fluttered around in your tummy as you thought about your husband. Your husband. You never would have thought that the word would have you blushing like a schoolgirl—certainly not when that very husband was Coriolanus Snow. And yet, here you were, twirling around in a pretty pink dress, giggling at the thought of seeing Coryo in a compromising position while swimming. 

A grin stretched across your face as you heard the door opening, Coryo stepping inside. Though you weren’t looking at him, you could practically hear the pout on his face as he said, “Damn. I was hoping to catch you undressed.”

“Then we never would make it to the lake,” you said. 

“And, oh, what a shame would that be.”

You held your Coryo’s hand as you walked down the dirt path to the lake. Your dress dragged the ground, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to pick up the skirts. If only your mother could see you now—she would surely have a heart attack if she knew you were about to be positively ravished anywhere but a bedroom. Stifling a giggle, you glanced at Coryo from the corner of your eye. He was already looking down at you, a soft smile on his plush lips. You moved up to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“How did you manage to convince the Peacekeepers to let us come alone?” you asked when you pulled away. 

You had been surprised when Coryo led you out of the cottage, holding onto you with one hand, a picnic basket in the other. No one followed after the two of you like they normally did. When you had sent Coryo a questioning look, he kissed your temple and ushered you along. 

“I told them I would sooner carve out their eyes than allow them to see me fuck their Queen.”

“Coryo!” you chastised, hand smacking his chest. “You can’t say things like that!”

“And why not?” His smile turned into a smirk as he bumped his hip against yours. “Everyone knows what happens during the honeymoon period. Is it a crime to say it aloud?”

You leaned your head against his arm. “I just don’t want anyone but you to think of me like that.”

“Oh, petal,” Coryo cooed. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I won’t say things like that again. Being with you robs me of any sense of propriety. All I want is for people to know that I’m the lucky man who gets to warm your bed, who makes you smile and laugh, who is fortunate enough to be called your husband.”

Laughing, you said, “You can wax poetic to whoever you want. Just leave our more intimate moments between us.”

“Deal.”

The lake soon came into view. It was beautiful. Something straight out of a fairytale. The water sparkled under the sun’s rays. And the water—oh, it was so blue. You would almost think it was artificial if it didn’t look like it had been untouched by humans for decades. As you neared the lake, Coryo dropped the picnic basket to the ground and led you out onto the dock. 

A giggle escaped you as he quickly removed his clothes before reaching for you, undoing the ties on your dress. As it slipped off your shoulders, down your hips, a growl rumbled from Coryo’s chest. “You wore nothing else?”

“What? I can’t seduce my husband on our honeymoon?”

His hands came to rest on your hips, tugging you against him. You giggled again and placed your hands on his chest. “Say thank you for me not allowing the Peacekeepers to come.”

You stood on your tiptoes and gently kissed him. When you pulled away, you whispered on his lips, “Thank you, Coryo.”

“Now, for your punishment—”

“Wait, what—”

Coryo picked you up as if you were a doll, took you to the edge of the dock, and tossed you into the lake. You screamed as you hit the water. Another splash quickly followed. Coryo emerged beside you. His eyes crinkled at the corners. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other tangling itself in your hair. He pulled you in for a searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned and moved your legs to wrap around his hips. His hand on your waist fell to your hip to help support you. 

“Fuck, petal—” he groaned. 

“Would you?”

And, oh, he would. 

Coryo reached into the picnic basket, pulling out a container of strawberries. He took care with selecting one before placing it at your lips, looking down at you as you took a bite. Your back was pressed against his chest, still bare after the swim, and hummed in appreciation at the sweet taste. Tilting your head up, you watched as he finished off the strawberry. You turned slightly and leaned up to steal a kiss. 

“Little minx,” he chastised. He, nevertheless, was quick to chase after you for another kiss. 

“How am I the minx when you’re the one who suggested this entire little escapade?”

“Because you went along with it, little petal,” Coryo said. 

You laughed and shook your head at him. Of course that would be his logic. Never mind that this was his entire grand plan, that you only went along for the ride. But, if that was going to be his argument, you supposed you should give him something to support the rhetoric. You turned around to face him, settling on your knees. You bit down on your lip as Coryo’s eyes drifted down to your bare chest. “I do believe you promised me more fun, did you not?” you asked, grabbing his hands and pulling them to your waist. 

“I did.”

“And what kind of husband would you be to break such promises?”

“A horrible one,” he groaned, pulling you closer to him. You swung a leg over either side of his lap, your hips settling against his. He hardened against your thigh. “You should send me straight to the gallows if I ever dared to deny you.”

“Let’s not let it come to that.”

“Let’s not,” he agreed. He reached between the two of you, guiding his cock through your slick folds. Your head fell against his. A gasp escaped you as you sunk down on him. You had only taken him in this position a few times before—it still took you by surprise, how much bigger he felt like this. Your nails dug into his shoulder as Coryo groaned out, “Fuck, petal, keep squeezing me like that and I’ll serve you Panem on a silver platter.”

You kissed him, desperate for more of him. “You’ve already given me everything I could ever want.”

Coryo’s fingers dug into your hips as he guided you up and down his length. You were grateful for it, your legs already trembling from the mounting pleasure. Sensing your exhaustion, Coryo pulled you against his chest, cradling you as he rolled you onto your back. Your back arched off the picnic blanket. Oh, how was this so much more pleasurable now? 

“Coryo—” you gasped. 

A hand fell between your legs, his nimble fingers rubbing circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hand caught his wrist, holding him there as he thrust into you. The coil deep in your belly began to tighten, so close to snapping. 

“Go ahead, my petal, come for your King,” he cooed. He draped his body against you, his nose nudging against yours. “Come for your husband. Come for your Coryo.”

You screamed as the coil finally snapped. Coryo pulled his hand out from between your legs, cupped your face, and pulled you into a searing kiss. His hips continued to rut into you as he chased his high. It was one of the few moments where you got to see your husband truly desperate, and all of it for you. His hips stuttered as he finally toppled over the edge, still fucking his spend into you. 

“I love you,” he breathed against your lips. 

“And I love you.”

You felt him smile. But then he pulled away, his brows pinched together. Coryo brushed some stray strands of hair from your face, his pale blue eyes searching yours. Looking for any doubts, any hints of insincerity. You just smiled up at him, and said those words again. “You mean it?” he asked. 

“More than anything.”

A smile broke out, his white teeth twinkling. “Say it again.”

You only laughed. “Give me a reason to,” you challenged.

He did. He gave you many, many reasons. And when the two of you eventually made it back to the cottage, a right mess compared to the regal King and Queen you would have to act like in front of the Capitol, you showed him just how much you loved him in return. 

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

This might be rather vague, but could I request a Bucky fic based around the sentence “please don’t make me lie to you”?

The Truth » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and Sam Wilson/Falcon

Summary: Bucky tells you the truth about who he really is.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and Angst, language, crying, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I imagined this took place during Captain America: Civil War.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

“Can one of you explain what the hell just happened?” You say, looking at Steve and Sam.

Steve and Sam looked at each other before looking back at you. Steve desperately wanted to tell you, but it’s not his place to say. You kept looking at them, waiting for one of them to say something. Your attention was quickly turned to Bucky when he groaned as he started to wake up.

“Bucky, baby.” You immediately went over to him and hugged him.

“Doll…” Bucky wrapped his right arm around your wand held you against him. “Steve…” He looks up at Steve.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks.

“Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to wear newspaper in your shoes.” Bucky says.

“Can’t read that in a museum.” Steve says.

“Like that, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam says.

“What did I do?” Bucky asks, looking at Sam.

“You didn’t do anything, baby.” You say, caressing his stubbly cheek.

There was a moment of awkward silence before Steve spoke up.

“Buck, does she know?” Steve asks him.

“Know what?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s he talking about, babe?” You asked, looking at Bucky.

Bucky looked down, feeling ashamed that he never told you the truth about who he really is.

“You never told your girl?” Sam says.

“Sam…” Steve warns. “We’ll give you two some time alone.” He says, walking away with Sam following behind him.

You and Bucky were left in silence. Bucky couldn’t look you in the eye. He was nervous to tell you the truth and he hoped that he didn’t have to tell you, but here you guys are. Bucky kept this from you for a reason and that’s to protect you and cause he loves you so much.

“Bucky, what were your friends talking about?” You asked.

Bucky was quiet for a moment longer before he looked at you.

“Please don’t make me lie to you.” He says, his voice cracking.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me.” You say.

Bucky took a deep breath before saying anything.

“I’m the Winter Soldier.” He flat out said.

“Who or what is the Winter Soldier?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Me.” He repeats. “These people called HYDRA found me the Alps in the 40s, gave me a metal arm, and trained me to become an assassin for them.” He explains.

You took a step back, trying to process what Bucky just said.

“Babydoll, say something.” He says, his eyes tearing up.

“All this time, I thought you were someone who showed up on my doorstep injured for almost a year ago when you possibly could’ve killed me.” You say.

“No!” He quickly said. “I would never hurt you. I would never forget myself if I did hurt you. You have to believe me.” He says.

You faced away from him and walked away from him. Bucky managed to get his metal arm free and follow you. He gently grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You shout, yanking your arm out of his grip.

Bucky took a step back, not wanting to make you more mad than you already are.

“You really think I would hurt you?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know what to think anymore, Bucky.” Your eyes teared up. “We’ve been dating for almost a year and you’re just now telling me the truth about who you really are.” You say.

Tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t want to cry and look weak in front of Bucky, but you couldn’t help it. It’s like a dam broke loose. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him as you cried in his arms, your tears soaking his henley.

“I love you more than anything, doll. Please know that.” Bucky says in a whisper.

“I know.” You sniffled, looking up at him. “I love you too.” You say, looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

Bucky’s right hand caressed your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing against your skin. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. Your lips moved in sync with his.

“Please don’t leave me. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, pulling away from your lips.

“I’m not.” You whispered. “I love you too much to leave you.” You kissed his lips. “Don’t ever keep the truth from me again.” You say.

“I won’t. I promise.” He says against your lips.

Steve and Sam walked in the room at the wrong time.

“Sorry to break up your moment, but if we’re going to do this, we need a plan.” Steve says.

“I know a guy.” Sam says, looking at Steve.

“Count me in.” You say.

From then on out, Bucky told you the truth about everything. No matter how bad his past was, he still told you. He loves you too much to lose you.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[arielleslipgloss]

Level Up For 2024!

“Be confident trust yourself and never let anyone put you down, if they put you down it’s because they’re jealous.” - Adriana Lima

Set goals for yourself! It could be daily, weekly, monthly, yearly goals. I recommend you set goals for your career, health, knowledge, mindset, or just what you want. There is only one rule with setting goals though. Whatever you decide, make it happen.

2. Stop lying to yourself! “Oh, I’ll do it tomorrow.” I don’t remember you doing it that day though. So, why did you lie? You need to be able to trust and take care of yourself. Lying to yourself is not helping with either of those. Of course if your schedule got busy and you couldn’t do it, thats fine. On the other hand, when you say or promise yourself you’ll do it and then don’t. That’s disrespectful to yourself.

3. Prioritizing your peace! Take time out of your day to meditate, read, dance to your favorite songs, go on solo dates. Not only is this prioritizing your peace and you but also your happiness. Once I started to prioritize my peace I found true happiness. This is why I stand by prioritizing your peace a lot. It’s something you won’t regret. So, take time for yourself EVERYDAY!

4. Romanticize your life! Try to live in the moment as much as possible. Even, do your favorite things. Romanticizing your life doesn’t mean you have to have money and buy a bunch of things. It simply means to find joy, love, peace in your surroundings. Life is so beautiful when you realize the blessings you have. For example leafs falling in fall, dancing to childhood songs, breathing in cold winter air, picking out a cute outfit, the first snow fall, etc.

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“I sent myself love letters…” - Cher Horowitz

For those who want to know more about romanization then I recommend you check out Vivian Rose and Fernanda Ramirez podcast’s takes on it!

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Regina(big sister of reader) connects the dots and realizes reader has a massive crush on Janis

Some fighting

Good ending 🫡

✧ Crush

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ older sister Regina)

Warnings: coarse language, reader & Regina quarrel a little

In which Regina steps up and becomes reader’s wingwoman when reader’s crush on a certain someone becomes annoying (in Regina’s terms)

Part two / Part three

(Pictures used are from Pinterest & Auli’i’s IG)

After your Mom and Dad split up, you and your sister’s bond only grew stronger. Individually, you could still love your parents to an extend, and definitely appreciated them for what they’ve given you and Regina. But everything was still tumultuous so you and your sister have learnt over the years to stay away from them as much as possible. As a result, Regina pretty much paid for your food, new clothes and even your phone bill. Heck, she was the one who got you a proper working phone after a four-year old handed down device from your Mom had become absolutely just useless. You never asked for anything unless you needed it, but she would always get you a little something every now and then without telling you anything.

Regina was two years older than you, so when you first started high school, she was already in junior year. And that was the craziest year of all to you. Not just because of the Burn Book wrecking total havoc in her year but also the first time you’ve seen someone in a damn long time. You walked into school with Regina on one of your first morning of freshmen year, eyes curiously observing your surroundings. You had completely stopped in your tracks when your gaze fell on a familiar face. You couldn’t tell who it was, but definitely knew who it was.

Let’s put it this way…your brain couldn’t remember but your heart sure did. “Who are you looking at?” Regina noticed, closing her locker after getting out a book she needed.

“Is that— um, what’s her name? Wasn’t she your best friend?”

“Oh, that’s Janis. Yes, we were friends. Probably why you recognise her because she used to come over a lot and you would always cling onto her like a koala bear or something.”

“Are you still on that?” You grumbled, “I was four.”

“What did you want?”

“I don’t know. Reintroduce myself? I don’t know anyone here except you and Cady.”

“I could help with that.” Regina shrugs, “You…just go up to her and say hello.”

“Uh…no way, Regina.” You scoff, studying your schedule closely, “Where’s room 217?”

“I’ll take you there. Just go say hi.”

“Not doing that, just take me to the classroom.” You sigh.

“Whatever.” Regina smirked, “Let’s go then.”

Being in different years, the sisters obviously did not have any classes together. But, they did run into each other again at lunch since they had their break at the same time-slot. You had no one to sit with, so you just found a table in the corner and settled down to eat while Regina sat with her friends and Cady. “Hey.” You heard a voice walking up behind you. Your back stiffens as you sat up. Hold on…

You turned around and you saw her getting closer to you. “Wow, I thought I saw you earlier.” She says. “Haven’t seen you in forever. y/n, right?”

“Janis.” You chuckled, “Hi.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all, go ahead.” You shrug, trying to keep it cool.

She sits down opposite you, “So…how’s your first day so far?”

“Made a friend, we don’t have lunch together though. My two best friends from middle school got assigned to a different high school, so it kinda sucks a little to have to start all over.”

“Ah, just take it easy and let things happen on its own. Don’t stress yourself out over things that you can’t really control, you’ll meet the right people with time.”

You hummed, shrugging your shoulders as you stabbed the food with your fork and ate some of it.

“You know, I remember when you were probably like— 3 or 4. And you would always cling onto me while me and Regina played board games or cards or something.” Janis mentions.

“Oh, my God— you remember that too? Regina keeps bringing it up to make fun of me.” You sigh, but couldn’t help it and laughed a little anyway.

Janis grins, “I thought it was sweet that you trusted me that much.”

“Is that so?” You guffawed.

“Oh, very much so.” She nods, “I don’t have siblings so having you to dote on the way I did was great.”

Siblings. Well, what a weird feeling you were having in your heart right now. Staring at your tray, you twirled the spaghetti with your fork, avoiding her eyes.

Pushing that feeling aside, you soon continued to chat with Janis for the remainder of lunch, saying bye to her when the two of you went your separate ways to your respective classes.

————

After classes were all done for the day, you made your way to the parking lot to wait for your sister by her Jeep as discussed. You waited just a few minutes before she showed up with Cady. “Hi, y/n!” Cady waved at you cheerfully.

“Hey!” You smiled in return, getting into the car when the both of them did.

“How was your day?” Regina asked casually as she started to drive away from school grounds.

“It was okay, Janis talked to me at lunch, I made a friend in my art class.”

“Good— wait—” Regina nearly gasped but stopped herself, “She did?”

“Almost made a fucking fool of myself.”

“What? It couldn’t be that bad, you guys know each other.”

“The last time I saw her, I was 10. It’s been four years.” You glared at your sister, “You know what the first thing she brought up was? Exactly what you mentioned this morning.”

“Come on, bubs. It was cute.”

“Yes! Because I was four.” You groaned, “Did you remind her?”

“Hey, we’re not close like we used to be. Don’t overestimate either of us.”

“What…what are you guys talking about?” Cady asks, confused.

“She took forever trying to figure out who Janis was this morning. But that’s beside the point, what she’s referring to is, I told her how she used to always basically climb onto Janis and snuggle while I was trying to hang out with my best friend.”

“Oh, enough.”

“y/n, what’s the big —”

“You better watch it.” You warned.

“Ooh.” Regina glances at you with wide eyes, “Moody much. Cramps?”

“Shut up.” You huffed, crossing your arms as you looked outside while she drives.

You got home and just went straight to your room. Regina sighs, “I don’t even wanna know what’s going on.”

“She’s upset.” Cady pointed out, “She clearly didn’t want you to tell people that. You didn’t need to tell me.”

“It’s not a big deal, though. She always laughs at that and suddenly today she has a problem with it?”

“Well, things change?” Cady sat down, Regina does so as well.

“I only told you. I didn’t tell anyone else, so what I don’t get it why she’s so pissed off— oh my God.”

“What?” Cady asks, panicking a little inside.

“She said she almost made a fool of herself at lunch. Janis was with her.”

“So…”

“Do you think she likes Janis?” Regina gasped, “Like actually, has feelings for her?”

“I mean, it’s a possible explanation as to why she had such a big reaction to something she usually couldn’t care less about.”

“Janis talked to her.” Regina continued, “Janis doesn’t just talk to somebody.”

“She talked to your sister. Someone she knows.” Cady says.

“Not after four years of being practically strangers.” Regina smirks.

“What on Earth are you planning, Regina?” Cady asked nervously.

“Do you think…it’s possible that Janis would go out on a date with y/n?”

“I mean…”

“I’m gonna go talk to y/n. One sec.”

That did not go well, you two ended up yelling at each other and that subject subsequently got dropped. You cried yourself to sleep that night, not because Regina yelled at you, but because you were afraid Regina was right. That she was right about you having a raging crush on Janis. This was what scared you, you didn’t want to admit it because it will make you act more awkward around her. It was as if when she said it, it became real to you. So you freaked out and yelled back at her. Regina screamed back at you, frustrated and you told her to leave you alone so she did.

Fast forward to present day, six months after your first day at North Shore. Things have been okay with you and Regina after like a week, but since then, every time you somehow spent time with Janis(and Damian), you became so hyper aware of your feelings for the girl. And how your cheeks seem to heat up when you saw her, how you could barely look her in the eye when she talked to you. How nervous you felt. It was ridiculous. You felt like a crazy person in her presence. Each school day felt terribly long, and you couldn’t wait to get home every day.

“Okay, y/n. Honestly, you’re being way too stressed out about this.” Regina declared. “Sit down.”

“Like you weren’t this way with Cady.” You shot back. “I remember it, okay?”

“Let me help you.” She continues, unfazed.

“How? You don’t like her, still.”

“Do you have her number?”

“Yes, why?” You eyed her suspiciously.

“I could text her for you. Ask her out?”

“Are you crazy?!” You shrieked.

“Maybe a little.” Regina laughs, amused. “But I can definitely help you out, okay? I get it, you feel insane trying to keep calm. But nothing works— I get that. It’s very frustrating, but once you take that first step, everything just falls into place.”

“You can’t be so sure, Regina.”

“What makes you think that?” She squinted at you.

“She said, and I quote ‘I don’t have siblings so having you to dote on the way I did was great.’ So, Regina…do you still think I have a chance?”

“Yes.” Regina said confidently.

“I can’t— okay? What if I just make an even bigger fool out of myself? What if she rejects me and just cuts me off?”

“Okay, first thing’s first. You need to take some deep breaths and calm the hell down because we didn’t even do anything about the situation yet.” Regina started. “Give me your phone.”

“Must I?”

“Do you want to get your girl or not, y/n?” She spoke through gritted teeth, holding out her hand for you to put your phone in it. You surrendered it to her, “Match my tone, please? That’s all I’m asking.”

“I’m not an amateur, relax, y/n.”

“There. It’s done— didn’t even take her a minute to respond.” Regina smirks, “She asked you where you’d like to hang out.”

“Oka— what?!” You stared at her, stunned, “Really?”

“Yeah— look.” She handed your phone back to you.

“Where do you think—”

“Honey, that’s your choice.” Regina nudged.

You thought about it for a while then decided on just going to the mall. You two could grab a lunch then watch a movie, whatever works best for that day, you guessed.

“Oh, God.” You muttered, “What do I wear?!”

“Oh, you poor thing.” Regina teased, “You just wear whatever you like, be yourself. She’ll love it.”

“Yeah, yeah, thanks.”

————

Well, Friday night you stayed up late texting Janis. You weren’t even sure how it started but you guys were nearly three hours into the conversation.

You were this close to tossing your phone across the room after sending her your response with that emoji. But when she replied, your worries went away, and you get sucked back into the conversation quickly enough. Eventually, she tells you to go to bed.

Were you seeing things? Did she just send you a heart?! Nearly squealing, you rolled over, face down in your pillow to muffle the noise. Needless to say, you went to sleep the happiest you’ve felt, probably ever.

Oh, and…

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💭A/N:

Uh so…part 2?

(Yes I gave Janis a Hawaiian name)

[indicarry]

“oh fuck honey… you felt real good, hm?”

MINORS DNI <3

content: morning sex with pain kink, leads to anal

wc: 2k

pic cred: found on pinterest, message for removal

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what started out as sensual morning sex quickly evolved into a whole play scene. i couldn’t be too surprised, harry and i both had no plans for this rainy sunday. sometimes we like to plan out our scenes, but most of the time, like today, they come naturally.

this morning, i had just started waking up when i felt harry’s arm that was draped over my mid section pull me closer to his chest. “morning love” he whispered into the back of my neck. i gave him a short “mm” in response, barely awake yet. it wasn’t until his hand started to roam up my stomach and to my chest did i really start to gain consciousness. harry moves his hand slowly and sensually over my right boob, applying enough pressure to make my sensitive nipples rock hard. i can feel myself getting wet just from this; we are both so fucking sensitive in the mornings. i rock my hips back to grind against harry’s morning wood that i know is aching by now.

“yeah, baby? you want to?” he asks in his sexy as fuck scratchy voice.

“yes please, H.” i know he gets off on me acting desperate for his dick. it’s not entirely acting, but i like to ham it up for his ego and pleasure. after my consent, he reaches down to guide my flimsy sleep shorts down my legs. i lift my leg up and back to rest over his legs behind me to allow him easier access to my aching cunt. we really went at it last night, him taking me deep and rough with a cock ring on, making him last over an hour. i was almost entirely spent after four orgasms, plus one more in the shower around 2am when he insisted we go clean off, but i knew it was going to lead to a final round of slow, soft sex against the shower wall as a form of aftercare. needless to say, my entire vulva area is sore and likely bruised. i don’t mind a bit though, having a massive pain kink that harry loves to explore with me. he knows i prefer him to go straight into fucking me if i’m wet, knowing the burn and stretch of no prep gets me to orgasm fastest.

with my leg propped up, he takes his heavy cock in his hand and slides his tip up and down my slit making us both hiss in sensitivity. once his tip parts my folds and just barely enters, his hand leaves his dick to come around my neck. he pulls my top half flush against his chest by my neck, just slightly choking me. i turn my head to make eye contact, knowing it’s something he loves. while i love being entered without prep to feel the sting, he loves to see the effect it has on me.

“please baby, i need you.” i whisper into his lips before he presses forward slowly, beginning to fill me, inch by painful inch. my eyes start to roll backwards and roll with pleasure when i feel him tighten his hold on my neck.

“don’t close your fucking eyes, love. need to see what i do to you” he grunts. when we have sensual morning sex like this, he’s much quieter than usual and instead has a furrowed brow and mouth slightly parted while watching my own face twist in pleasure. he observes my body closely in order to give me the most pleasure, in turn helping him get off in knowing how safe and good he makes me feel.

once he bottoms out, he loosens his grip on my neck and slowly begins to pull out. he keeps a slow, torturous pace that makes my head feel completely fuzzy. he increases his speed and force slightly, letting us hear our skin meeting at the end of each thrust.

i let out a long, low moan while staring into my baby’s eyes. his brows furrow at this, squeezing my neck again and beginning to up his face. “h?” i breathe out.

he removes his hand completely from my neck and pushes the hair out of my face, “yes my love? what can i give you?”

“can you take me from behind?”

“fuck baby, of course. i won’t pull out but let me adjust us.” he rolls on top me as i also roll to bury my face in our fluffy white pillows. he grabs me the crease of both hips to lift them in the air, then slowly begins his pace again.

“how does this feel, baby? good for you?” he asks, running his hands over my skin in a comforting manner.

all i can do is groan into the pillows. it must be our activities from last night catching up with me, because while morning sex with harry is always one of my favorites, i rarely get to a state of pleasure like this. he’s not even stimulating my clit right now and is just giving me medium paced deep rolls of his hips, but that along with this loving touch all over my body has lit me on fire. i feel almost as if i’m floating, only tied to my physical body from the pleasure. harry has obviously picked up that i am really in for an intense orgasm from my reactions right now, so he ups his speed slightly and wraps his hand around my front to dust his fingers over my patch of hair, then a bit further down to where we are connected, then back up slightly to my throbbing clit. he begins rubbing fast circles suddenly, shocking me.

“ohhh fuck…oh fuck im going to cum baby. you’re gonna make me fucking come” my eyes are pinched shut, both hands fisting the sheets in preparation for a long, intense orgasm. what i didn’t expect though, was the pressure the suddenly forced me to bear down, literally pushing harry’s cock out of me. i scream as i orgasm, squirting all over the sheets below me.

“oh fuck honey.. you felt real good, hm?” his assault on my clit hasn’t stopped, only slowed as my entire body trembles. i don’t know how much time passes before i feel like i’m back in my body again. i open my eyes to see harry leaning over me, checking my facial expressions for any signs of discomfort. “hi little love. you maxed out? you haven’t squirted in a few weeks, didn’t see that coming”

“yeah neither did i or i would have warned you. wait baby, did you finish? i was kind of out of it.”

“i haven’t baby, but seeing you that blissed out almost did me in. if you’re up for it though can i make a request?”

my body has fully relaxed now, my focus on getting my love to have a just as powerful orgasm as i did. “sure baby. how do you want to finish?” harry is slowly stroking his swollen length and i can tell it won’t be long until he finishes too. i want him to feel as good as i did, and i’m ready to do whatever he asks of me.

“when i had you in doggy i can’t help but fantasize about finishing in your ass. claim all of you as mine, see me dripping out of your stretched bum. are you up for that?” harry and i have had a lot of anal sex, it’s something we both love. we’ve never gone raw though, just for the ease of clean up. but his words right now have me tingling all over again.

“i’d really like that, h. please make me yours. im at your mercy.” this makes him groan as he nods and climbs to straddle my legs that are outstretched while i’m still on my stomach. like vaginal sex, i love the stretch of no prep. it usually hurts a good bit, but i seriously can’t get enough. harry really didn’t like this at first, too scared of actually hurting me in a way i didn’t enjoy, but once i convinced him to try it and see how hard i cum afterwards, he’s been on board since. especially after the intense orgasm i’ve just had plus the fact that i feel completely safe and comfortable with my love, its easy for me to relax my muscles.

he pumps his cock a few more times, then slides it between my closed thighs along my slit to collect my arousal as lube. his tip rubs along my hole for a few moments before he begins to push in.

“jesus christ you’re fucking tight. i’m going to take you slow and deep baby, but say something if it gets to be too much” he says softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade.

i moan a “mhm” into the pillow that i’m gripping with both hands and also have my blissed out face shoved into. i feel him straighten again before slowly sliding his length all the way in. the pain is honestly searing, but the pain mixed with the knowledge of how much pleasure harry is getting out of this makes it way easier to handle.

he keeps up his slow but steady pace with his hands tightly gripping my hips. i turn my head to look back at harry, and find him with his head faced towards the ceiling, eyes screwed shut. you can tell he’s holding back and his looming orgasm is getting the best of him.

“harry, use me.” his eyes snap open to look down when he heard my words. any lingering slow morning sensuality has dissipated and replaced with the need to please my lover.

the corner of his lip forms a small smirk as he mutters, “yeah? you sure?”

“want you to use me.” the need to make him feel good is causing most of my brain to dig over. as harry picks up the face and force of his hips, the pain i felt when he entered me has faded into searing pleasure. i open my eyes to see harry’s head dropped between his shoulders, hair hanging down as he heavily pants and mutters praises. i can tell he’s going to finish soon, and at the rate he’s beginning to pound into me, i know i likely won’t be far behind him.

i arch my back sharply to allow me to snake my right hand down to play with my swollen clit. the change in position has harry groaning and his hips lose their rhythm. as my mind tries to process the stimulation to my clit, harry draws back and thrusts so hard and deep we both shout in ecstasy. i water board my fingers back and forth over my clit, my entire body shaking as i squirt for the second time tonight. at the sight of this, harry pulls out but grabs my ass cheeks to keep them pulled open. we’re both groaning for different reasons- me because i’ve just squirted twice in less than an hour which is a new occurrence, him because he’s watching his cum drip out of my ass onto the squirt soaked sheets.

“jesus fucking christ.” i’m still incoherent and barely able to hear harry speak over the ringing in my ears when i feel him remove his large hands from holding me open to a harsh spank on my right cheek. my eyes roll back and i scream out at the shock, “baby! no more please”.

harry groans, presumably at the large red hand print im sure is plastered over my sensitive skin. he leans his face down to be eye level with me before saying, “i’m going to run us a little bath. day hasn’t even started yet and you’re a mess for me.” i feel my cheeks grow red and i nod in response. as i watch him fix his hair off his forehead in a little clip, i wonder how the hell i’m going to make it to the bathtub without making any more of a mess.

[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 1 - A Lonely Soul in a Foreign Land

Y/N POV

The announcement that we were preparing for landing sliced through the music playing in my earbuds, bringing me out of my reverie. I quickly tucked my phone into my bag, pressing my forehead gently against the cold airplane window.

The sprawling city of Seoul gleamed beneath me, its streets crisscrossing like veins through a concrete heart. Tiny lights flickered from the buildings, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with the quiet ache of solitude that settled in my chest.

This was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime, filled with laughter, adventures, and memories shared with my best friends—Taeyeon, Tiffany, and Sunny. We had been talking about this trip for months, our planning sessions fueled by excited chatter, Pinterest boards overflowing with lists of places to visit, and group chats buzzing with itineraries and restaurant recommendations. It was supposed to be our adventure. But instead, here I was, flying into South Korea alone.

Sunny's dad had been hospitalized a week before our departure, Taeyeon's work had dumped an urgent project on her lap, and Tiffany’s family crisis had erupted out of nowhere, all of it unraveling our plans one by one. And me? I didn’t have an excuse. I could have stayed behind, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Maybe I should have canceled, but deep down, I knew I needed this.

The weight of the constant family problems at home, the constant pressure to meet everyone’s expectations, it was suffocating. I needed to get away.

As the plane descended, my heart beat a little faster. The thought of being in a new place, even without my friends by my side, was strangely comforting. Alone in a new city, I could finally breathe without the constant pull of obligations. Maybe this would give me the space I needed to figure things out.

The taxi ride from Incheon to the Airbnb was a blur. The city was alive around me—bright signs flashing in every color, streets busy with people, the hum of energy that made it feel like anything was possible. But my thoughts remained inward, swirling, tangled with confusion and uncertainty. The excitement I thought would come with arriving in Seoul was drowned by a nagging sense of loneliness that kept creeping up on me.

When the taxi finally pulled up to the building, I stepped out, hauling my suitcase behind me. The sleek, modern building stood tall against the skyline, and I found myself looking up in awe. It was beautiful. A perfect place to get away from everything.

As I approached the entrance, a man in a denim jacket appeared. He was holding a clipboard, looking slightly nervous, but he managed a polite smile as he approached me.

“Are you Miss Y/N?” he asked in Korean, bowing slightly in a respectful gesture.

I blinked, taken aback for a moment, Good thing I am also fluent in Korean as I took courses before. I nod, answering back. “Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Nam Chang Hee, the manager of the owner. Welcome! I hope your journey wasn’t too tiring,” he said with a kind, welcoming smile.

“Thank you,” I replied, offering a tired but appreciative smile in return. “It was fine… just long.”

“There’s just one small thing,” Chang Hee said, his tone suddenly apologetic. “The owner is upstairs right now. They were on the road late last night and needed some rest. I hope that’s okay?”

I frowned slightly. Wait.. Owner? Manager? I thought Airbnb hosts handled their properties themselves.

My exhaustion made it hard to care. “That’s fine,” I replied, forcing a small smile. “I’m alone anyway.”

Chang Hee’s expression shifted for a brief moment, his brow furrowing. “Alone? Weren’t there supposed to be four of you?”

I nodded, a little uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to get into the reasons why my friends couldn’t make it. “Yeah, well, things didn’t work out,” I said softly, adjusting the strap of my bag.

With a polite nod, Chang Hee led me into the building and guided me to the elevator. As the doors slid shut, he continued to talk, telling me about the penthouse and its panoramic views of the Han River. I nodded along, trying to listen, but my mind was somewhere else—drifting back to the group chat that had once been filled with excitement, now a quiet reminder of what I had lost in the process. I tried to shake it off. I wasn’t going to let loneliness consume me. This was my time to focus on myself.

When the elevator doors opened, I was met with the breathtaking sight of the penthouse. The space was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the glistening Han River. The sunlight streamed in, casting golden hues across the room, making everything feel impossibly serene and beautiful.

“Wow…” I murmured softly to myself, stepping further into the space.

“I’ll leave you to settle in,” Chang Hee said with a smile. He handed me a business card, his name and contact information neatly printed on it. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”

I nodded absently, watching him walk off to what I assumed was the owner’s room. I stood there for a moment, the silence settling around me like a thick fog. I walked to the window, pressing my hand against the cool glass. The view of the river below was mesmerizing—calm, peaceful, beautiful. It was exactly what I needed.

But the silence of the room only amplified the loneliness I had been trying to ignore. I had come here to escape, but it felt as though the weight of everything I was running from was still following me.

Tears welled in my eyes as I stared at the river, my chest tightening. I felt so small, so disconnected from everything I had ever known. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breath.

Before I could pull myself together, a deep voice interrupted the stillness.

“Um… are you okay?”

I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. I turned around quickly, startled, only to find a man standing in the doorway of the living room. My breath caught in my chest as I recognized him immediately.

There was no mistaking him. Lee Dong Wook.

I had seen him in movies, on TV shows, and read countless interviews with him. His sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and the kind of charisma that radiated even in still photos—it was all unmistakable. And there he was, standing right in front of me.

“Y-You… you’re…” I stammered, blinking a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.

He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile on his lips. “Yes, I know. It's a little unexpected.”

My heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the room, his presence filling the space. I felt frozen, completely at a loss for words. But before I could say anything, he spoke again, his voice low and comforting.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his tone gentle, almost like he could sense the weight of everything I was carrying.

For a moment, I could only nod. But inside, everything was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. I was alone in Seoul, and now Lee Dong Wook—THE Lee Dong Wook—was standing in front of me.

This wasn’t how I had imagined my first day in South Korea. Far from it. But somehow, everything seemed to slow down, and I knew something unexpected was about to unfold.

(To be continued)

Teaser — Chapter 1 — Next

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: trucker!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: It’s always a time when uncle Ari comes around

⚠️: uncle!Ari (just as damaging as dad!Ari and regular Ari lol) mention of nightmares, pretty much all fluff💕

A/N🎤: Hey guys! Another Halloween themed fic but this time with a softer Ari😌. This will serve as atonement to myself (and others who might be affected) for daring to make my fave dark in my last post lol. Hope you guys like it!!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pics used as they were all found on Pinterest*

As expected, four year old Grace had been attached to Ari since the moment you both arrived to babysit for the night. You wouldn’t say you were upset seeing that he was her uncle and that they’ve talked nearly every day since she could babble, but there was still a little sting every time you were greeted with a quiet “hi” or short wave before she was gone and you long forgotten.

Like now as they dug through their shared pumpkin emptying it’s stringy contents while you were in charge of decorating the sugar cookies waiting on the cooling rack.

“S’cold!,” she squealed dumping out her handful of pumpkin guts.

“Be careful of the seeds, you swallow one and a huge pumpkin’s gonna grow in your belly,” Ari warned to which little Grace quickly shook her head.

“Nuh-uh!”

“Uh-huh!”

“No uncle Ari, we can eat. See?” Before either of you can say anything, she’s quick to set one on her tongue happily chewing until she can swallow it down rubbing her belly. “I’m fine.”

“I guess you showed me huh,” he chuckles tapping her nose and leaving some juice from his finger on her skin successfully turning it light orange. Grace is quick to retaliate though rubbing her hands on his cheeks to leave behind tiny pieces of string as she giggles - and you do too from the other side of the kitchen.

Honestly you couldn’t blame her for picking Ari over you as her favorite. You’d choose him too if you had to pick between the two of you.

“Alright, it’s pretty much cleaned out now. You want scary or funny?,” he asks watching as she adorably tapped her tiny finger to her temple in thought.

“Hmm…funny!”

“Got it,” he nods. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and help your aunt with cookies?”

“I got everything we could ever want Grace,” you smile reaching in your grocery bag full of decorating goodies. “There’s sprinkles - three different shapes I might add - glitter, edible stickers, and stencils to help us draw shapes!”

The way she gazed at the sprinkles with her mouth in a little “o”, you think you’ve got her. Finally able to bond with her over a shared love of cookies like you were in one of those Hallmark movies. Like a little happy family.

“Um..wanna stay with uncle Ari.”

Well, so much for that.

“Oh okay,” you answer successfully hiding your hurt behind your nonchalance. Ari still notices though giving you a sympathetic smile and mouthing, “sorry.”

You appreciated him trying, but maybe you were just meant to be the fun uncle’s wife that barely got a hello. And who tends to go overboard with cookie decorating supplies.

•

“Alright ladies are we ready?,” Ari asks sitting on the navy blue sectional between you and a bouncy Grace nodding yes. During your spaghetti dinner - made by Ari since apparently his was the best although he used your recipe - he suggested that you all watch a movie afterwards.

Specifically, Gremlins.

His thought process being what better way for everyone - more so you and Grace - to spend time together than to watch a movie? Especially a spooky one seeing that it was the night before Halloween. You, on the other hand, had a few concerns on his niece potentially being scared of the little troublesome creatures.

“She’ll be fine. It’s not that scary,” he assured kissing your cheek.

Freshly bathed and in her appropriately themed pumpkin pajamas, Grace couldn’t wait holding on tight to her Mickey Mouse blanket as she watched her uncle press play.

“Share with me!,” she smiles just as Ari spreads the bigger, cream blanket over both yours and his lap.

“I’m not gonna fit though bug.”

“Uh huh! Watch,” she states crawling into his lap and neatly spreading the grey blanket over her legs and his thighs. You - again - casted off to the side with your blanket as she tilts her head back to look up at him. “We fit!”

“Y-Yea, looks like we do.” He gives you another sympathetic smile draping his arm around your shoulders while you bundle deeper under the blanket.

“I’d rather be by myself anyway. Little does she know her uncle is a blanket hog,” you think trying to make yourself feel better.

•

Ari appeared to be right on Grace not being scared. She even fell asleep towards the end with her upper half on the cushion next to them and lower half still on his lap; mouth wide open pointed towards the ceiling. Ari was the one to tuck her in bed, while you cleaned up the blankets and plates of cookie crumbs left in the living room.

You were the last to enter the shared guest room to finally get ready for bed yourself. Your love struck husband taking turns gazing at you and the last period of some hockey game as you strode back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom. A small, dopey smile on his lips watching you wash your face and apply all your products.

“Share with me?,” he pouts with those puppy eyes making you giggle while sliding into the full sized bed.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I feel like Grace is gonna somehow come in saying how she wants you to sleep in her room instead because that’s where you’re supposed to be.”

Yes probably a little petty, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

His tattooed arms bring you closer into his body pecking the top of your head as you settle between his pecs. A low “aw” vibrating in his chest while his hands rub along your back.

“I know I probably sound jealous, but I’m not. I love how you have a great relationship with your niece! But it’s like she hates me and I have no idea what I did.”

He knew that had always been a bit of a fear for you. Kids hating you for whatever reason, thus meaning you shouldn’t have them although you did desire to be a mother one day. It’s why you were nervous meeting Grace all those years ago, afraid that the smallest mess up would ruin everything.

It didn’t help that the minute Ari passed her to you, she began whining and squirming. Your coos of comfort and gentle rocks didn’t seem to help, only making her more agitated not getting what she wanted. She didn’t stop until she was back in Ari’s strong arms and you kept your distance the rest of the visit cautious of a repeat interaction.

If only he could get you to ignore that fear and really see how everyone you met - adults and children alike - had no issues with you. Some even left enchanted by the charisma you thought you lacked.

“I promise, she doesn’t hate you gorgeous.”

“She said so?,” you quietly ask lifting your head with a hint of hope.

“Well…no. But she didn’t say the opposite either.” He tried to soothe your qualms, but it’s not helping the way he hoped watching your head fall back to his chest with a light huff. “Trust me sweetheart. I guess she’s just attached to me because-,”

“You’re amazing and clearly the favorite,” you mumble making him chuckle.

“I was gonna say because I talk to her more, but I’ll take the compliment.”

It’s not long after that you’re both falling asleep lulled by the shared warmth from holding each other. Ari’s soft snores vibrating the side of your face still lying on his chest.

You think you’re dreaming when a mix of a whine and cry hits your ears disrupting your rest and making you groggily sit up. Hearing feet shuffling outside your door though confirms those sounds are in fact real, giving you more motivation to investigate.

Your husband’s too far gone in his own dreamland to be affected by your moving; still lightly snoring with an arm over his forehead and the other out by his side.

Quietly opening the door, you wrap your arms around yourself in your thin pajama set feeling the chill of the night air seeping into your sister in law’s house before carefully padding out to the living room. There, you notice something on the couch moving under the blanket you folded earlier causing you to freeze in place. It was then you realized you probably should’ve woken Ari up so he could be the one playing detective or at least grabbed something you could use to defend yourself.

“H-Hello?,” you call out to the dim space only lit by a couple plug in nightlights in the walls.

“Hi,” Grace’s soft voice responds with a short sniffle.

You also realize how you’re sleepy brain might not be fully thinking straight unable to conclude earlier how it could just be your own niece sitting there on the couch.

Stepping closer, you sit on the cushion next to hers peeling back the cotton throw until you see her splotchy face and red eyes. Water attached to her curled lashes and some still threatening to spill over. “What’s wrong?”

“Bad dream…gwemlins,” she answers using the blanket to wipe her eyes. You immediately hug her close as you coo and assure her everything’s okay.

And surprisingly, she hugs you back.

Her tiny arms wrap tight around you - well, as far as they could with her adorably short reach - almost refusing to let you go.

“Yea, when they get angry they can be scary huh?”

She nods. “And have very very sharp teeth.”

“They do, but luckily they’re not real so there’s nothing-,”

A crash from the back room startles both of you making Grace scream, with the six year old nearly choking you now having her arms around your neck.

“It’s them!,” she cries hiding her face in your shoulder just as Ari limps into the living room holding his knee and appearing half asleep.

“Damn dresser,” he grumbles wiping his eyes that quickly fill with concern seeing both of you on the couch and his niece upset. “What’s wrong?”

“Grace had a nightmare about Gremlins,” you answer pointedly glaring at him as if saying, “I told you so!”

The slight wince on his face isn’t just from an uncomfortable knee as he walks forward to perch on the coffee table. “I’m sorry bug. I didn’t mean to show that to you to scare you.”

“Not nice uncle Ari,” she mumbles still attached to you.

“Forgive me?,” he pouts holding his arms out for a hug. “Peas?”

Wiping her eyes one last time, a small smile begins to spread on her lips as she moves from you to Ari. A fit of giggles rapidly escaping her mouth as his larger body practically swallows hers in a bear hug and he attacks her cheeks with kisses. A dramatic “mwah” sounding every time he made contact causing you to giggle as well.

And fantasize the undoubtedly joyful future you’d both have with your own children.

“Don’t do it again!,” she chastises when he stops. Wagging her finger inches from his nose making him chuckle. She was definitely her mother’s child.

“I promise I won’t.”

“Alright guys,” you sigh, “Since it’s gonna be a bit difficult to go back to sleep, I say we watch something happy.”

“Not Gwemlins!”

“No definitely not,” you chuckle. “I was thinking..Aladdin.”

“Yay! I love Aladdin!,” she claps in Ari’s arms as he picks her up so they both can sit on the couch. To both of your surprise, Grace crawls from her uncle’s lap and squeezes between you and Ari. “You like too?”

“Mhm, I even went as Princess Jasmine for Halloween when I was little.” You have to admit, seeing that gleam of admiration in her eyes as she gazed up at you made you silently thank Ari for showing her that movie. It was the reason behind this bonding moment that you didn’t think would happen.

As the movie played, you and Grace talked about the scenes and of course sung along to your heart’s content not caring if you were off key. All the while Ari watched you both with a soft smile on his pink lips loving how fast of friends you’d become.

And when you both fell asleep - you leaning on his shoulder and her across your lap - he couldn’t help but sneakily take a picture with his phone. Sending it to you with a message saying “looks like you’re amazing and a clear favorite too😉”.

[valentineromeo]

“COME AND GET YOUR DAD, CAIN!!, BEFORE I TAKE HIM MYSELF!!”

CC : Hair, Skin, Contact Lenses, Eyelashes, Clothes and most of his presets and makeup are from Northern Siberia winds.

He so hot on my Pinterest, so I brought him here too haha. He is one of my Sims based on my own fictional character, and he looks as if he just jumped out of my novel. Thanks to all the mod creators ♡ ♡ ♡, especially Johnnysims for the hairstyle (I couldn’t figure out his hairstyle until I found you. You’re my beacon of light. Haha)

In case you want more information about him ♡ 🕊️

: His name is Eric Beyondris, and yes, he has two (adopted) sons. He is still single and not married yet. He is a rare genius and used to be a scientist for an organization. However, due to his good nature, he couldn’t stand being part of an inhumane organization. So, he decided to help a child who had been captured, and that child later became his son. Cain (Ca-in) is one of his sons and the oldest ♡

[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 14

Masterlist

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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This flight – compared to my last 3 – was a lot more fun.  Between getting some sleep me and the boys entertained each other enough that time passed quickly.  Even if I spent the first few hours with headphones in pretending to be asleep.  Han sat with me for the flight, taking the opportunity to rest his head on my shoulder as he read a book when I was ‘sleeping’.

When we landed and I turned my phone on I was immediately bombarded with incoming texts.  All from J, who found out about the incident at the airport and apparently freaked out.

I left him on read, beyond annoyed with him and Chan.  Even Seungmin, though he was just doing what he was told – he still should have told me.  Good intentions or not, I trusted them, and they broke that trust and treated me like a possession or a child instead of like a person.  Especially J, who knew me better than I knew myself and knew how I would feel about not being told.  And he still chose to do this.  He made this decision for me.

There were no incidents at the landing airport.  The fans were calmer in comparison to the ones at home.  There were two cars waiting for us and I immediately claimed the one Chan wasn’t in.  Instead, I was with Felix, Han, and Bin.

“You made it thought the airports just fine.  Mostly.  You really do make all this look so easy.”  Bin commented as we drove off.

“Being angry helped, but I am happy I didn’t trip or something as well.  Or totally freak out in front of fans when I was drenched in blood.”  I shrugged off his compliment.  The feeling of the blood soaking my skin was still very fresh in my mind.  The smell stuck in my nose.

“If you would have tripped, I'd have laughed hysterically at you.  Forever.”

I swung and hit Bin playfully in the stomach.  “Meanie.”  I pouted and Bin doubled over dramatically, holding his stomach and groaning.

I looked out the window at the new scenery.  The first stop on our mini tour was Australia.  Melbourne to be exact.  Everything looked so like what I grew up with, yet so different.  Everything was so new; I couldn’t wait to see it all.

I patted my bag where my camera bag sat, begging to be opened.  “Do we have any downtime while we are here?”  The schedule on my phone was overwhelming, and I hadn’t yet figured out how to interpret it, so it made sense – but I was working on it.  I knew besides the concerts there were a couple of interviews and photoshoots planned, which I was a bit anxious about.  It would be the first time we split up for a length of time.

“Depends on if Chan and Lino let us out of practice.”  Han answered.  “Why?”

“I want to take photos.  I’ve never been here.  I haven’t gotten to see much at home yet either.  It’s kind of sad.  I bet its beautiful.”

The 3 Omegas exchanged a look.  “We will make sure you have some time.”  Felix promised.  I smiled widely at him and turned back to the scenery.

I took mental notes of the places I wanted to photograph and explore.  And we were so close to the ocean too.  Beach photos had such beautiful natural lighting.

Gasping, I flung my arm excitedly behind me, managing to catch all 3 boys in the chest.  “Look, look, look!”

Bin, who was closest to me, ignored my excited order and gasped for the air I accidentally knocked out of him.  The other 2 looked over.

“Flinders Street Station.  Its famous.”  Felix confirmed.

“It’s yellow!”  It was such an awe-inspiring Victorian style building.  I craned my neck to keep looking at it as we passed, bumping my forehead lightly on the glass of the window, making Han chuckle.  “It’s gorgeous!”  I breathed, fogging the glass in front of me briefly.

“You should see the street art.”

I whipped around to face him.  “Can we?”

He shrugged.  “Why not.  Anywhere you want to go.”

I clapped and squealed, bouncing in my seat in excitement.  I couldn’t wait to get out and see some new, amazing sights.  I had taken pictures of nothing but my Omegas since I came back.  As gorgeous and photographable as they are, I was dying to photograph other things.  Get back into nature and its beauty, and the wonder of the human soul put into things like architecture, sculptures, and art for the public to enjoy and wonder at.

“Oh my god.”  Bin whispered.

Looking over, I saw all three of them staring at me with wide eyes.  “What?”  I stilled myself, becoming self-conscious immediately.

Han shook his head and waved his hands.  “N-no, no, no!  Its just – you’re adorable.”

My face heated instantly, and I covered my cheeks with both hands, trying to hide the blush.  “Shuddup, Hannie!  You’re not funny!”  I whined.

Felix dived over to pull my hands from my face.  “Oh my goodness – you’re blushing!  You’re so red!”

“Lix, Stop it!”  I complained, fighting to get my hands back and hide again.

Lix easily held both my hands with one of his and poked my hot cheek with a wide smile.  Han and Bin joined in the poking as I shrieked and fought to get away, slipping almost completely out of my seatbelt and seat onto the floor in the process.  They finally stopped when the driver called back to us in annoyance.

“No cuddles for you!”  I declared slapping Lixs’ thigh and panting.

He clutched his chest.  You cannot deny me cuddles!”

I struggled to get back into my seat and sat again.  “Watch me, turd.”

“What about them!  They were doing it too!”

“You’re the ringleader!”

Felix gave me his best big eyed, watery pout, complete with a protruding bottom lip.  Full force adorableness x1000 activated.  The blonde sunshine was pulling out all the stop for the cuddles I never would have denied him anyway.  Not in a million years.

I scrunched my nose and pointed at him.  “That’s just not fair!”

“But it’s working, right?  Because I’m your bias.”

I shook my head miming zipping my lips and throwing away the key.  No way would they get me to tell them.  That way lay only trouble.  And they were already competitive enough.

“We already know it is me.  She had more posts about me on insta than anyone else before they deleted everything.  Its obvious.”  Han declared proudly sending me an air kiss.

“Purely coincidental.”  I denied.  “You were just extra cute during a video is all.”  Han pouted.

“What about Hyunjin?  He’s gorgeous!  A prince!”  Bin gushed.

“He is both those things and more.  But I am not telling you my bias.  Give it up.”

“Ah!”  Bin pointed at me and looked at the other two.  “She didn’t deny he was her bias!  Its Hyunjin!”

Han and Felix made noises of acknowledgement and agreement.  “Hyun is not my bias!”  I shouted swiping Felixs phone as he pulled it out to send a mass text of their false discovery.  I held it out of his reach.

We wrestled over the phone until the car came to a stop at our hotel and an annoyed driver ushered us out.  I gave them an apologetic smile on the way by.

The second group met up with us in the lobby.  “What were you doing?  We could see you guys fighting from the other care!”  Ayen asked reaching out to fix my hair to reestablish contact with me after the short ride apart.  Hyun squeezed my hand quickly and Lino swatted my butt to do the same.  Chan steered clear – wisely – and Seungmin hid behind him looking miserable.

“We found out who her bias it!”  Felix announced distracting me from Seungmin.

“You did not!”  I jumped onto Felixs back and locked both hands over his mouth, latching onto him with my legs as he tried to escape.  “I am not telling you if I even have a bias – let alone who it is!”

“Alright, enough!  Behave!”  Chan ordered.  I felt him pull me off Felix and immediately shook him off, still pissed at him for lying to me.

"Fine.  Where’s my room?”  I snapped.

We had an entire floor to ourselves.  Between me, the Omegas, security, and other staff, we needed the whole floor.  I got a room to myself, but the boys all doubled up, two per room.  Our rooms were in the middle of the floor – away from the stairway and elevator.

My suitcase was already waiting on the bed for me.  A brand-new luxury branded suitcase full of new clothes and items I would need while on tour – when they weren’t telling me what I needed to wear at least.

As I unpacked and settled in, my phone pinged with a notification.  I had it set to only notify me for the posts the boys make or any lives that are started.  Any other notifications I didn’t really care about and were a bit overwhelming.

It was Chan on a spontaneous live.  Curious, I clicked on the notification and let the live play.  I could see several other Stray Kids already viewing it, probably just as curious as I was.  What prompted Chan to randomly go live?

He was currently talking to someone off camera – I’m assuming Seungmin since that is who he was rooming with – as he waited for people to join.  He sat on his bed, against the headboard and it didn’t look like he had even changed out of the clothes he wore on the plane yet.  I couldn’t make out Sungmin’s responses but could hear he was responding – probably from the other bed from the angle Chan was looking towards.

Suddenly, he sighed heavily and faced the camera.  “Y/n, come get Seungmin.  He is very upset.”

“Hyung!”  Seungmin complained.  He sounded thick and stuffed like he had been crying.  Like when you’re sick with a stuffy nose.

Easily giving in, remembering his miserable look in the lobby, I headed across the hall to their room.  The last thing he needed was to keep mentioning me in his live – especially after what happened at the airport.  I haven’t looked, but I’m sure it’s all over the internet by now.  Posted, gifed, memed, and reposted a thousand times over.  And I suppose since both Chan and J said they made Seungmin stay quiet, I could let him off the hook now.

When I opened the door Chan silently pointed at a lump under the blankets of the second bed in the room.  Seungmin was curled into a ball, completely hiding under his comforter.

Throwing my phone on the bed, I climbed up to lay on top of him, weighing him down securely with my own body weight and letting my scent soak into his blankets.

“My Minnie.”  I called quietly.

A second later Mins hand snuck out of his blanket cocoon; palm open in invitation.  When I took his hand, he immediately jerked both back under his blanket.  I could feel soft puffs of hair as he brought my hand – and scent – closer to his nose.

I patted the blanket where his head was.  “Silly boy.”  I murmured making myself comfortable.

Only then did I realize Chan was talking, starting his live now that fans had a chance to get on.  I had been too distracted taking care of Seungmin to notice.

“…one is alright.  No one was physically hurt in the incident.”  He was abnormally serious, making my interest pique again.  “What happened at the airport was regrettable and it affected not only Y/n – our Alpha – but us as well.”

Twisting at an odd angle so I didn’t rip my hand from Sungmin’s, I took advantage of Chans pause to grab my phone and read the comments.  At the same time the bedroom door opened, and the other Omegas filed in and joined Chan – adjusting the camera to get them all in frame.  Even Seungmin slid gracelessly out from under me to appear.  Together they projected a united front that left me feeling stunned.

“So far we have chosen to ignore the negativity and threats from some members of STAY, never wanting to stifle your opinions.”  Felix began explaining uncharacteristically dim for one of the sunshine twins.

“However, Y/n is one of us.  A Stray Kid.  And our Alpha.  The most important member to us.”  Chan continued.  “And like we would with any member – we will do what we need to to keep her safe.”

“The difference is – if she is forced to go on hiatus for her safety – we are all going on hiatus.  A full blown one.  And we don’t want that, for anyone.”  Lino explained.

Surprisingly, the comments were pretty supportive.  STAY was condemning the actions of the attacker and saying we handled the situation very well.  There were even several comments inquiring if I was okay.  I was touched by their concern.

Cautiously, I hoped this show of support for me continued.  That this attack will bring them to accept me as Stray Kids’ Alpha.  That I may have proved myself in some small way.

“JYPE is investigating the incident.  We will continue the tour as scheduled as of now.”  Chan announced, though he sounded stressed.  “Though anyone attending can expect a bit more security until we are sure all of Stray Kids are and will remain safe.”

Alright, that way more than enough seriousness for one live.  He made his announcements and explained the consequences.  It’s time to bring the room back up.  Launching myself off the second bed, I flung myself across Lino and Hyun’s’ laps, quickly scrambling to sit up and face the camera.

“Let me tell you how beautiful Melbourne is!”  I gushed immediately.  “I can’t wait to take pictures and share them with you!  The architecture alone is mind blowing!  They have a yellow Victorian building!  Yellow!”

"Flinders?”  Chan asked.

“Flinders – that’s it!”  I pointed at Chan.  “And Felix told me there’s street art – and oh!  The ocean!  It’s unlike any I’ve seen before!”

Chan chuckled.  “We are here for a reason, bug.  It’s not a vacation.”

I scoffed.  “To you it’s not, you’ve been here before.  I’m going to make the most of this trip!”

“I want to see the street art too!”  Hyun almost whined.

“Tough.  You will be in practice with the rest of us.”  Lino replied sternly.

Hyun mimicked him, making a face behind Linos back.  I snickered, rubbing my nose to cover it up.

Lino snapped around to glare at Hyune – who immediately smoothed his face and went silent, looking down.  “You’re getting scrambled eggs and tissues for breakfast!”  Lino declared.

Hyune whined and collapsed forward.  “Nooo!  I’m sorry!”

I reached back and patted his head with a laugh.  “Just think of it as extra fiber.”  I suggested.

“I’m sure we can manage to find some time for Y/n to sight see.”  Bin said rubbing Hyunes back.

Back to the camera I sighed.  “STAY – despite what happened, I am so excited to be here with Stray Kids and even meet some of you as well.”

The live ended pretty quickly after that.  The main goal of addressing the airport attack taken care of.  Everyone was tired from the long day.  I was ready to unpack the rest of my stuff and get something to eat.

Everyone left, back to their rooms, talking animatedly and too loudly.  After one more quick nuzzle, Seungmin disappeared into their bathroom.  I heard the water turn on a couple seconds later.

Chan was trying desperately to appear engrossed in his phone, but his need to make up with me and reestablish good contact permeated the room.  I really wanted to keep giving him the cold shoulder, I was still really upset about the whole thing.  But I was his Alpha, and he is only human.  And this early into the first times being significantly apart from each other with no reestablishing contact was a pretty harsh punishment.  And hopefully one he will remember so he doesn’t do this again in the future.  My trust, however, will take a lot longer to get back.

I sighed heavily.  “You lied to me Chan.  Treated me like a thing or a child.”

Immediately Chans phone was put down and he sat up straight, all pretenses of not being solely focused on me gone.  “I was trying to protect you.”

“I get that.  I understand and appreciate your wanting to keep me safe.  But this was something I needed to know.  I need to know anything like this so I can properly be aware and on guard.  You can’t – nor should you – shield me from everything.  I need to learn to navigate your world.”  I tried to explain.

“I know that now.  I was just worried they would bully you and scare you into doing what they want.  Staying home.  Leaving us.”

I deflated entirely.  “I’m not going to leave you.  And I won’t be bullied by some backwards thinking bigots.  Sorry to break it to you but you are stuck with me forever.”

Chan breathed out a laugh and looked at his hands twisting in his lap.  “I’m sorry.”  His voice cracked slightly with emotion.

I held my arms out in invitation, soft smile on my lips.  Chan immediately rolled forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and hiding his face in my lap.  I draped myself over his back.  “My trust will take longer to earn back, but as long as you don’t do something like this again you will eventually get it.”  My actions probably just fed his fears of abandonment, but he had to understand that what he did was not okay and couldn’t be repeated.

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[wormstacheangel]

Day 1: Family Reunion #spnadvent2024

Dean sat out on the deck, staring at the snowfall as the beer warmed up in his hand. Sam had decorated back here with twinkling lights across the whole place, a little winking Santa statue in the corner, and some other small Christmas decorations scattered around. He liked how the rocking chairs had big huge ribbons on the back, he was sure he saw that somewhere on Pinterest and knew that was all Jessica.

Dean was lost in thought, just one that bounced around his head like an echo chamber when he heard the click of the sliding door open and close. Muffling the Christmas music all over again but he didn’t look to see who it was. He didn’t need to. 

The chair next to him was quickly occupied and started to rock back and forth. Dean noticed the holiday socks peeking out from under the black dress pants and he couldn’t help but smile at those.

“Are you going to ignore me all night?”

Dean shook his head, eyes traveling back to the falling snow above him. “Not all night.”

He heard a low chuckle. “Not all night.” They repeated with a sigh before relaxing back in their chair like Dean was. 

They both stared up at the night sky silently for a bit. Letting the cold creep up on them for a little longer while Dean tries to silence the echo in his head. 

Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas.

“Cas.” He let the name slip through his lips in a low whisper but it was still heard. 

He expected a sarcastic response but all he got was, “I’m here, Dean.”

He turned to meet those sad blue eyes. “You sure are. Why?”

This was supposed to be a family reunion for him. He hasn’t seen Sammy since they were teenagers. Dean moved across the country for college, occasionally visiting for holidays, but then Sam went to study abroad and they lost touch until recently. Now they call every day and Sam’s back in Kansas, starting his life with his fiance, and ever since Dad died they became close. More open. 

Such as letting Sam know about his sexuality and his ex-boyfriend.

“Sam invited me.” Cas said casually. “Said you wanted to see me.”

He wasn’t wrong but still, “Why?” Dean repeated. He leaned forward on his chair, elbows on his knees as he scrapped the paper off the bottle. “I hurt you so much, Cas.”

Dean almost gasped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. “I knew it wasn’t you who said those words that night, Dean. I knew that you loved me and I love you so when Sam reached out to me I just…I had to come see you.”

Dean placed a hand on top of Cas’s own. “That night it was–I was so lost and my Dad just…I was a mess,” Dean looked at him again. “I’m sorry, Cas. Hurting you will always be my biggest regret in life.”

Cas smiled softly at him. Letting their hands fit together as they fell on Dean’s lap. “I found out later why you did it.”

Dean's face froze as he squeezed Cas’s warm gloved hand. “You do?”

“After your Dad died, I wanted to check up on you but knew that wasn’t what you needed right now. So I came by weeks after you left to check up on your Mom, we had lunch and talked all day. When I brought her back home she told me what happened with you and your Dad that night we broke up. You saw no other way…you protected me.”

Dean shook his head, gently letting the beer on the floor as he wiped his face. “You know that man never made empty threats and when he threatened you I just…I just lost it.” Dean brought Cas’s hand to his lips. “I lost you and myself that night. So I left again.”

“No goodbye.”

“Didn’t think you wanted to see me after that.”

“You’re probably right.” Cas chuckled. “Would have turned on the sprinklers on you.”

They both laughed before Dean stood up, leading Cas to the end of the deck where they could see the snow not stick to the ground. They faced each other, smiles warm and eyes still sad. 

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as he slowly talked. “Cas, you deserve so much better than I could ever give you and now you’re this big important person but there hasn’t been a day that I didn’t love you. Even looking at you now,” Dean reached to hold Cas’s face gently in his hand while he still didn’t dare let go of his hand with the other. “I feel like that 18 year old that followed his best friend to college and fell in love with him.”

Cas smiled, turning his head just enough to kiss Dean’s hand. “Just spit it out already. We’re turning blue.”

Dean wrapped his arms around Cas, pulling him in from around the waist and holding him close. Their lips are just mere inches away. “If it’s warming up you need, I got you.”

“Use your words first and then we’ll see.”

Dean could feel himself warming up as his heart hammered in his ears. “Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“I love you. I love you and I’m so sorry for everything. I missed you so damn much, Cas. I love you. I lo–”

Cold lips pressed against his own. Warming him up so quickly it felt like he was on fire. But it was a burn he’ll gladly feel again. 

This time Dean wasn’t listening for the click of the door opening but he sure heard the Christmas music get louder and saw the flash of a camera go off. 

“And here we have what we like to call a Christmas miracle.” He heard Sam say as Cas pulled away from the kiss. They heard cheers from the family and another flash blinded them. 

“Oops.” He heard his Mom say. “Just needed another one for the family newsletter. I told your Aunt that I could get you two together again!”

“Okay! Okay, show over now!” Dean sent everyone back inside, before taking Cas’s hand. “You okay to come in?”

“Yeah,” Cas’s eyes sparkled this time. The sadness was gone. “Let’s get some hot chocolate.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hiiiiiii

How are you? I hope you are doing good.

Anyway

So

We all know the 9 best seconds of "Under your influence" by Chris Brown, right?

That, but with Bucky. 🥹 (No smut, please)

Thank you <3

Under Your Influence » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky’s so in love with you that he’s under your influence.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, kissing, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I apologize for taking so long to get to your request. It took me a while to come up with an idea for your request.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Bucky walked in the gym of the Avengers Compound to see you training with Natasha. He stood in the doorway and watched as you and Natasha sparred. He couldn’t help but become entranced with your fighting technique. The way you threw punches and kicks made him fall even more in love with you. Bucky has had a crush on you for a while now, but he’s not sure how to tell you how he feels about you. Bucky was so entranced by you that he didn’t hear Steve walk up behind him.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, making Bucky jump.

“I- uhh… nothing.” Bucky says nervously.

Steve followed Bucky’s gaze to you.

“Oh I see what’s going on here.” Steve starts. “You’re impressed with Y/N’s improvement since she became an Avenger.” He says.

“Yes!” He said a little too fast. “I’m definitely impressed with her improvement.” He says, nervously smiling.

Steve stared at Bucky for a moment, knowing that something is going on with him, but he didn’t want to press on about it.

“Ok, well…” Steve patted Bucky’s shoulder. “See you later.” He says before walking away.

Bucky nodded and turned his attention back to you. Natasha glanced at Bucky and smirked.

“I think Barnes is staring at you.” Natasha whispers.

You turned your head to see Bucky looking at you. His face turned red in embarrassment when you caught him staring at you. He quickly left the gym, making you and Natasha giggle.

“The man is clearly in love with you.” She states. “It’s been years since he’s been in love” She says.

“You think he’s in love with me?” You asked.

“Yes!” She smiles. “You should talk to him!” She says.

“You know what…” You start, a smile forming on your face. “I just might.” You say.

Later that day, you walked in the lounge room to see Bucky filling out a mission report from a previous mission.

“Hi, Sarge!” You say, smiling.

“Hi, Y/N.” Bucky says, looking up from the mission report.

“You know…” You took a seat next to him on the couch. “I seen you staring at me when I was training with Nat earlier.” You say.

“I-I’m sorry.” He stutters. “I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything.” He says, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

“It’s fine, Bucky.” You giggled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re impressed with my fighting skills. Is that it?” You asked.

“Yes!” He said too fast. “Your fighting skills have improved a lot. Not that you’re bad at fighting, it’s just- I’m going to shut up before I say something to embarrass myself.” He says.

Bucky gathered his papers and stood up. You quickly grabbed his wrist before he walked away.

“Don’t leave.” You pouted. “I like hearing you talk.” You say.

“Y-You do?” He asks, stuttering.

Bucky hasn’t felt this nervous around a girl since he was a teenager.

“Yes.” You stand up. “I like seeing those handsome lips moving when you’re talking.” You say in a flirty tone.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat when you reached up to rub your thumb across his bottom lip. He stared deep in your eyes as you leaned in and kissed him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his lips due to the height difference. Bucky was caught by surprise, but kissed you back. He tossed the mission report on the couch and placed his hands on your waist, pulling your body against his. You left him breathless when you pulled away.

“Holy shit…” Bucky says breathlessly.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Looks like I have you under my influence, Sarge.” You say in a flirty tone.

“I’ve been under your influence since the day we met.” He says.

“Oh yea?” You bit your bottom lip and stood on your tippy toes. “I love having you under my influence.” You whispered in his ear, sending a shiver through his body.

“Me too.” He says, kissing you again.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[beemynumberone]

finished re-reading tig!

can I rant about how JLB matched the clues to the Hawthorne brothers so fittingly

(Maybe I’m reading too much into this but a girl will dream)

Spoilers for The Inheritance Games below the cut‼️

Nash “Westbrook” Hawthorne

-> like water, he goes with the flow. a really laid back kinda guy

-> imo, this clue was the first and probably the easiest to find (it wasn’t hidden like Gray and Jamie’s so…)

-> Nash is simple and straightforward, in a good way of course

In fact, the oldest Hawthorne brother gave the impression that the whole mansion could come crashing down around him and he’d just keep leaning against that fireplace. Nash Hawthorne would probably tip his cowboy hat to Death herself. - thl pg6 (just started it, couldn’t help myself)

Grayson “Davenport” Hawthorne

-> he’s a desk :D 🪑 <- here’s a chair ‘cos I couldn’t find a desk

-> looks to be straightforward but has some hidden secrets or dare we say, ✨trauma✨

-> tbh I found it quite amusing to have Gray’s clue be a plastic keychain… I thought it would be something more refined (?) like an engraved pen or handkerchief tucked in the desk

(maybe it shows the shallowness of having a person like Em*** haunt you for like 4 books, just saying)

Jameson “Winchester” Hawthorne

-> a gun :D

“None of them are loaded, but you treat them like they are. Always” - tig pg239

^let me do some delulu-ing literary analysis here

we know Jameson is a sensation seeker, someone akin to fire, who’s passionate and isn’t afraid to show it

so you’ve got to handle him with care, cause he’s dangerous, or potentially so

(Or you might get the “little lapse of judgement” at black wood)

-> and I find it interesting cause it seems that Jameson can only focus on one thing at a time (?) like the opposite of Xander who likes to sidetrack

-> yk the kiss at the Laughlin’s cottage after the attempt? Like his mind was solely on solving the puzzle

-> You can’t change a bullet’s trajectory once it’s been shot

Alexander “Blackwood” Hawthorne

-> the old man grew a whole forest in the shape of a zero just to give a clue :] need I say more?

-> also, idt anyone got the clue until Xander gave the hint, which goes to show that no one really, truly gets Xander (yet?)

“I am a human Rube Goldberg machine,” he said. “I do simple things in complicated ways.” - tig (I have lost the page number boohoo)

Also, I find it really fitting that the clues led to 10/18

“Jamie and Gray, they’d team up against me, then double-cross each other right at the end.” - tig (the page numbers just seem to disappear into the walls man)

Jameson and Grayson both have the number 1 in their clues. And the ones kind of double cross each other to form 10 and 18.

-> I like to think that Jameson’s one is in the 10 with Xander’s, and Grayson’s with Nash in the 18.

All pictures are from Pinterest.