#i just want to move through the world in peace

[lilghostiequinni]

Coming Home to You

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Girlfriend!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: He can never wait for a weekend without you to come home to you.

Requested: NO / yes

Lando seemed a little peeved at media duties after the race, even though he won said race.

Which usually isn't abnormal, but also isn't normal.

It really depended on the weekend and the factors of that weekend.

One large factor was whether you were there, in the garage, or in the paddock. Even the hotel.

He wasn't happy doing media duties when you were there in the hotel, cause he just wanted to get back to you as fast as he possibly could.

But this weekend, you were not here; you had made plans with some friends, and your friends made plans and dragged you along.

You weren't even in Monaco, well not until about two hours ago.

Your friends dragged you to Portugal for a surprise girls' trip.

You protested the girls' trip, knowing the weekend was important to Lando and knowing that you had a feeling about this weekend, that it would be special.

So, Lando just wanted to go home and cuddle up to where there was no space between the two of you, and you couldn't tell where one stopped and the other began.

He just wanted to go home and sleep for hours, days.

He just wanted to rest, to put away the social media and hide away with you in your home.

There was nothing you wanted more than to go to him from the moment you landed in Portugal, but your friends guilt-tripped you into staying until at least Sunday morning.

You did, though you did get an earlier flight than what you told your friends, and you waited for him in your apartment, watching him as he raced around to track to win.

You had fallen asleep while waiting for Lando to come home, and you woke up, still on the couch and with Lando on top of you, face nestled in your chest and arms around your waist.

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to either fall back to sleep or wake yourself up more and also wake up Lando.

When you stopped almost back to sleep, your hand stopped moving and Lando spoke up, "Don't stop." He mumbled to you.

You smiled at him and moved your fingers, but then tapped him on the arm to let you go. You wanted to go back to sleep, but your body wanted to use the bathroom.

Lando, having laid on top of you many times for a few years, knew that you needed to pee.

After you got up, he did too, going to the kitchen to grab the bouquets he got you on his way home.

It became a tradition; if you stayed in Monaco or you weren't able to come with you to a race, on Lando's way home, he would get you flowers.

For years now, without fail, Lando always got you flowers on his way home from a race weekend.

Recently, though, he would pay a florist, the florist he always goes all the time, to bring you flowers even where you went with him.

Well, he would pay for the florist to bring flowers to your home when you were almost home.

So, when you got out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen, you seen Lando unwrapping the flower bouquets that he got you, getting ready to put them in vases.

You went up to him and just wrapped your arms around him, laying your head on his back.

"There beautiful." You told him, looking at the flowers.

"I couldn't decide which one, so I bought all four." He told you as he finished the bouquet he was working on.

You let go of him and grabbed the vases and then stood beside him, working on the next bouquet as he filled one of the vases with water for the bouquet he finished.

What was a stressful day turned peaceful because of love, because he came home to you.

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[loveforthefeminineenergy]

What To Expect In Your Life Next? 🛫🚏🧭 - PAC

Welcome to the Love For The Feminine 🦋

Thank you for the likes, sharing, comments and following!🤗

...............Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

So my Lovelies this pick a card will be about the next phase of your life which can be anything and everything and it can come anytime soon from now on!

Let's dive in!⤵️

...............Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

🛫Pile 1:

So this is very obvious for me that you about to travel my lovely. This can be somewhere far, like overseas or you will just cross the ocean soon. Interesting because your reading can go two ways. It's like you will have two options regarding to this travel. One way will be a much more smoother and enjoyable and the other will be the same old same old and the best part in it that you can decide how you would like it.❤️ Which is always a win a win.

Hmm. I am hearing that the how is not even important. The what will be important here which is what will be the catalyst for you to do this change, because my lovely you will be the one who will initiate it from the start or you are already manifesting it.👏🏻

I am feeling, it can be that you are specifically will receive a very interesting insights or some kind of hidden information or even download from above and while you might do not have a clue what I am talking about, the universe is plotting everything in behind the scenes. This information can come through a person who will be sent by your spiritual team too.🧭

Very interesting and mysterious for you my lovely.😉

How can you align with this is, in a simple way: just going within. Meditation or even just having a good rest can elevate your energy and this will help you and the universe to work together, so you will be more interested the present moment to actually see it, hear it or even sense it. 🙏🏻

Your intuition might going to heighten up before this change happening or you will feel much more sensitive than usual. If you are a lady here than my lovely this can be during the time of your period even.

This is a big shift for you which will effect your 3D world. 🌎

It can be moving, changing location, travelling from one place to another and staying there forever because it will be more aligned with your soul.❤️

You are not just elevating in the 3D but in the 5D as well and let me tell you a secret, the energy always arrives at first and then the change is happening around you as well.

So before this shift happening you might will feel very uncomfortable because you are growing out your own self, the old skin. Like a beautiful snake 🐍 shredding what they don't need anymore.

This is how I can imagine this for you.🔥

Something which will effect your physical body and environment. ✨

Like Kundalini Awakening!👏🏻

The Phoenix Rising From The Ashes!🌠

Thank you for reading it!

Bye bye

...............Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

🚏Pile 2:

Peace!✌🏻

This is how I can describe what is coming next for you. Inner peace, baby! ❤️

Your life will be about just you with someone special or specials depends on your preferences, I am feeling it. 😊😋

If you are already in a connection, it can be that you might going in separate ways because your inner peace will be much more important for you, as it should be!🍷

Only take this info if you are dealing with someone who is unhealthy for you! 🙏🏻

So back to the singles.

By the way if you are in a connection and you are happy you are going to be blessed even more.😉 Even with a baby 🍼 if you want to. 😉 S*x definitely will be good, just let me tell you. ✌🏻

Okay, so singles! 😎 Are you ready to fall in love? No? Yes? You can choose baby, because you will have options.

I am sensing a vey seductive energy from you and what will be unleashed here because you will be that tiger or lion or the female version of it who will be on the spotlight and on the dating market.

Cupid will come at your door step! Wow 😳 this is very specific here....

I am not going to lie but it can literally it will knock on your door🚪... Spooky😂

If you are not looking for love, I am feeling, it will find you anyway. 👻

There will be opportunities in front of you which you might do not want to miss, if you know what I mean 😋😜💋

You will be glowing baby🍒

So it can be that Goddess Aphrodite will be around you from now on or the energy of romance, love and passion and beauty! 💞

It can be that you are already doing some kind of change on you regarding to your appearance or you will. Going to the gym or just working out at home. Eating much more better even if it looks unhealthy for other people. I am going to be honest. You will put food and drink in your body which will make you feel good even if it's a cheeseburger 🍔 with fries🍟, your body will get what your body needs. And how you are eating it will be very s*xy even if you look like a mess.

The special someone will love it definitely. I have feeling people will love to feed you or someone has a kink here. 😘

Something with your cooking skills will be outstanding, I am hearing it. 🏆

People and especially the gender what you are attracted to will be very eager to get your numbers, ask you out or shower you with love!😘

You will be a wife or a husband material for people so if this is what you want you will get no matter what! 💗😉

Even if you specifically will not do anything on you regarding to your appearance, it will be your energy which will be very magnetic to people.🔥

So my lovely just think it as if you have a genie lamp 🪔 and it will make your wishes come true.

Alright then, that was for you.

Thank you for reading it!

PS: It can be that someone will be in your DM soon as well 😜✌🏻

I have still a little note for that you will feel like a Femme Fatale or Don Juan, dark feminine arise. Boom Shakalaka😋

Have fun with it, it's going to be safe for you. S*xual interaction, love, passion, flirting, exploring, dating even when it comes to just being with yourself!❤️😊

Bye Bye

...............Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

🧭Pile 3:

Interesting, already I am feeling that you are entering a winning phase of your life.

If you are playing lottery, 😁 it can be that you will win or you will feel that you are winning everytime no matter what you are doing.

Midas touch!🏆

More positivity my lovely this is what's coming for you. More laughter, more joy, happiness and freedom.

So take what will applies for you.🤗

We have here someone who will be about to get married, so congratulations if this for you.🎊🎉

Everything will be okay!👍🏻

If you are not the one who will get married soon that my lovely you might going to attend to one just to support your friend or your relatives.

Because somehow I am feeling that you will buy a very nice outfit for you to attend somewhere which can be a little bit of a formal event.

The lifestyle what will change for you I can see that. Somehow in some way you will get more access to financial abundance through some kind of work what you are doing or you about to do and it will help you to elevate your life.

So If your money is looks good in the bank right now 🏧 than for you it's much more about how you are seeing yourself and what you are allowing.

Very self-love oriented your reading which is very good. You will feel more that you would like to treat yourself more and also your pets. I don't know maybe you have a pet already or you will adopt one because you will prefer a fur baby more than being in a connection or having a human baby.

It's like you might going to even decide that you don't want children or you just want to enjoy your single, independent life even forever if this is what you whish for.🥳

It's like you will adjust your own life to your soul and what is aligning with you.

You might going to set more boundaries towards other people and towards yourself even more.😎

It can be that you will be more selfish in a way which can be the: if my cup is full that I might going to share it or not.

Honestly your beautiful energy feels like Samantha from Sex and the City 🌆, if you know you know😉

Also it's genderless. You can be still Samantha even if you are a man, because I am reading the energies!😁✌🏻

This can be that a specific friend group will be significant here for you.😳

So, I think you will be in your A game no matter what and people will see it as well.

Your confidence will be up to the roof in the best possible way.

And if you are considering yourself a very confident person, I am feeling you might going to invest your money into education or upgrading your skills even. Of course you can do it after you gained back your confidence if this way applies for you better.

You might entering into a course to learn something which you always wanted or go back to school to finish what you started. 👏🏻

Something about being very organized in a way how you are spending your time, money and energy and also with who and how much time you are allowing for it.

This will be the time for you when you will create long lasting friendships and meeting with your true soul tribe.🤠 Just like in the Sex and City 🌆. To be honest New York can be significant or that series or the movies.👍🏻

You might want to watch it again or you will do it the first time.

First time can be significant too. It can be you are going to feel that you are so powerful the first time or you will do something which will be that.

Expanding the comfort zone.👀

If you are the type of person who has a hard time to focus, in this chapter of your life it will be very easy for you.

I am going to be honest it's like energetically you are a fresh, new born baby and the world is your oyster, so enjoy it😍🥰

Okay my lovely that was for you!

Thank you for reading it!

Peace!✌🏻 Out! 😎

Bye bye

PS: Check out my other posts as well if you did not see them yet!💋

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi ivy baby! congrats on 2k you deserve every follow!

I was hoping to req a teddy dust? 🧸

charceter: regulus black, prompt: “why do you always pull this shit?” from prompt list angst number 2?

thank you! and again congrats!

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synopsis: ever since you got with regulus, you've known he misses sirius—no matter how much he denies it. you never push too hard, never force it, but tonight, one word too many turns soft touches into sharp edges. you leave. hours later, he knocks content warnings: angst, arguments, avoidance, hurt/comfort, soft ending author's note: hi darling!! 🧸ྀི thank you so much you're so sweet! keep your heart ready for some ache & softness!! mwah ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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Regulus is warm beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that lulls you into a quiet kind of peace. Your fingers slip through his hair, slow and rhythmic, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp. He sighs at the feeling, his grip around your waist tightening just a fraction, like he wants to keep you anchored there, pressed against him, where nothing else can reach him.

The room is dimly lit, the candles on the bedside table flickering soft shadows against the walls. It feels safe here, untouched by the outside world, untouched by the ghosts that linger at the edges of Regulus’ thoughts.

Until you speak. Until you break the silence.

“I saw Sirius today.”

His body goes still beneath you.

Your fingers falter for only a second, but he feels it—of course he does. He always does.

Regulus doesn’t move, doesn’t push you away, but the warmth between you shifts, replaced by something cold, something bracing. “And?” His voice is controlled, careful. But you hear the tension beneath it, the way his words tighten around something unsaid.

You take a slow breath. “He asked about you.”

A sharp exhale through his nose. “That’s nice.”

You close your eyes for a second, gathering your thoughts, choosing your words carefully. “Reg,” you whisper, “he misses you.”

His fingers twitch where they rest against your back, and for the first time since you spoke, he looks at you. His grey eyes are dark, unreadable, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “Why do you always pull this shit?” His voice is sharp, but there’s no real anger behind it, only exhaustion.

Your heart clenches. “Because I love you.” The words slip out in a breath, soft but certain.

He swallows, jaw tightening. “Love has nothing to do with this.”

You sit up now, fully looking at him, refusing to let him slip away. “Love has everything to do with this,” you say, firmer now. “I know it’s complicated, Reg, I know it’s not easy, but you’re not—” You pause, gathering your words. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

His gaze flickers, a split second of vulnerability before the mask slips back into place. “I don’t need your help.”

You shake your head, heart aching. “I don’t believe you.”

Regulus exhales, running a hand through his hair, his fingers gripping at the strands like they might keep him grounded. “I need to be alone,” he mutters, and this time, there’s something final in his tone.

You study him, searching his face for any sign that he might change his mind. But his walls are up again, shutting you out.

So you nod, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Okay.”

And then you leave.

The hours stretch long and quiet.

You try to sleep, but the bed is cold without him. The space beside you feels empty, like something is missing, like something was torn away too suddenly. The weight of your conversation lingers, pressing heavy against your chest, making it impossible to breathe properly.

Then—

A knock.

You hesitate for only a second before pulling open the door.

Regulus stands there, bathed in silver light, the moon catching the edges of his sharp features. He looks tired, his hair slightly messier than before, as if he’s been running his hands through it over and over again. His lips part, and for a moment, he doesn’t speak. He just looks at you, something fragile and uncertain in his expression.

Then, quietly— “I nodded at Sirius today.”

You blink, breath catching.

Regulus shifts on his feet, his fingers twitching at his sides. “I saw him,” he continues, voice softer now, hesitant. “And I nodded.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “And he nodded back.”

A breath shudders out of you, something warm blooming in your chest, gentle and aching all at once. You reach for him slowly, giving him a chance to pull away. He doesn’t.

Instead, he steps forward, letting you wrap your arms around him, letting himself sink into you, just a little. His forehead presses against your shoulder, and you feel him exhale, shaky and uneven.

You smile against his temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m proud of you,” you whisper.

He doesn’t say anything, but his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer, and you know. You know this is the start of something new.

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[hisfavegirl]

HOTD Characters When They Messed Up Your Pregnancy Cravings Ft Their Mother.

Pairing : Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Jacaerys Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen

Thanks To @zaldritzosrose For Letting Me Use Your Beautiful Dividers.

Aegon Targaryen.

Alicent stood frozen at the doorway, clutching her purse as she took in the chaos before her.

You were standing in the kitchen, furious, voice sharp, eyes blazing, while Aegon looked like a cornered animal, hands up in surrender.

“YOU GOT THE WRONG ICE CREAM, AEGON!” you yelled, waving the offending tub in the air like it was a personal betrayal. “I SAID STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE, NOT STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE—ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING WHEN I SPEAK?!”

Aegon flinched, looking helpless. “It’s the same thing!” he argued, only to immediately regret it as your eyes widened in pure, hormonal rage.

“OH, SO NOW I’M THE CRAZY ONE?!” you snapped, throwing your hands up. “DOES STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE SOUND LIKE STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE TO YOU?!”

That’s when Alicent cleared her throat loudly.

Aegon turned so fast he nearly tripped over himself. “Mother!” he exclaimed, like she had just descended from the heavens to save him. “Thank the gods.”

Alicent sighed deeply, rubbing her temple. Then, she fixed Aegon with a pointed look. “Aegon, you never mess up a pregnant woman’s cravings. Ever.”

You crossed your arms victoriously, glaring at him. “SEE? Even your mother agrees.”

Aegon groaned, grabbing his keys. “Fine! I’ll go back.”

As he stormed out, Alicent turned to you with a calm, knowing smile. “I remember these days well,” she said, voice warm. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll make sure he never makes this mistake again.”

And true to her word, Aegon never dared to get the wrong craving again.

Aemond Targaryen.

Alicent stopped in her tracks the moment she stepped inside, eyes widening at the scene before her.

You stood in the kitchen, absolutely fuming, while Aemond looked half-exasperated, half-defeated, rubbing his temples like he was trying to solve the world’s greatest mystery.

“AEMOND, I SAID THE GREEN APPLES, NOT THE RED ONES! HOW HARD IS THAT?!” you practically shrieked, holding up the bag of offending fruit as if it personally insulted you.

Aemond sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “They’re apples. They taste the same.”

Bad. Move.

Your eyes narrowed dangerously. “They. DO. NOT. Taste. The. Same.”

Alicent, standing awkwardly in the doorway, closed her eyes for a brief moment, clearly having flashbacks to her own pregnancies. Then, with the patience of a saint, she stepped forward and placed a hand on Aemond’s shoulder.

“Aemond,” she said calmly but firmly. “Go back and get the right apples.”

Aemond groaned. “Mother, you can’t be serious.”

Alicent merely arched a brow. “Do you want to argue with a pregnant woman, or do you want peace?”

Aemond glared at you, then at the apples, then at the door. He exhaled sharply before grabbing his keys with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Green apples. Gods help me.”

As he stomped out, you turned to Alicent, still grumbling under your breath.

She simply smiled knowingly. “I went through the same with his father,” she said, patting your arm. “Trust me, he’ll learn.”

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Rhaenyra had barely stepped through the door when she heard your furious voice echo through the house.

“JACE, I SWEAR TO THE SEVEN, IF YOU BRING ME THE WRONG ICE CREAM FLAVOR ONE MORE TIME—”

Jace stood in the kitchen, looking positively exhausted, holding a pint of ice cream that was clearly not what you had asked for. “But love, they didn’t have the exact brand you wanted, so I got the closest thing—”

“THE CLOSEST THING IS NOT THE SAME, JACAERYS!” You dramatically flopped onto the couch, arms crossed over your swollen belly, your glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

That’s when Rhaenyra cleared her throat, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “What in the Seven Hells is going on?”

Jace turned to her like a drowning man grasping for help. “Mother, tell her all chocolate ice cream tastes the same!”

Rhaenyra immediately put a hand on her hip, her expression turning serious. “Jace, have you learned nothing?”

Jace blinked. “Wait, what?”

Rhaenyra sighed, walking over and sitting beside you, taking your hand like a true queen comforting her subject. “When a woman is pregnant, what she craves is law. If she says one brand of chocolate ice cream is different, then it is different.”

Jace groaned, running a hand down his face. “But they didn’t have it!”

Rhaenyra simply shrugged. “Then you go to another store, Jace.”

Jace gaped at her. “Another store? Mother, do you know how many places I’ve already checked—”

Rhaenyra gave him a pointed look. “Did I stutter?”

Jace sighed dramatically, throwing his head back before grabbing his keys. “Fine! I’ll find the damn ice cream.”

You huffed, still pouting, as Rhaenyra gave you a small smirk. “Men never learn, do they?”

Daemon Targaryen.

Alyssa had seen many battles in her lifetime, but nothing could have prepared her for the war zone that was your living room.

“DAEMON, I SWEAR TO THE GODS, IF YOU BRING ME ONE MORE WRONG MEAL, I’M THROWING YOU OUT WITH THE TRASH!”

Daemon stood by the kitchen counter, looking utterly lost and betrayed, holding a takeout bag like it was evidence of his crime. “It’s the same dish you asked for, just from a different place!”

You dramatically pointed at the bag. “I TOLD YOU I WANTED IT FROM THAT ONE SPECIFIC PLACE! THE ONE THAT SEASONED IT PERFECTLY! DO YOU WANT ME TO STARVE, DAEMON?!”

That’s when Alyssa swept into the room, her piercing gaze scanning the chaos. “What is going on here?”

Daemon turned to his mother, looking desperate. “She’s threatening to throw me out over food!”

Alyssa’s silver brows lifted, and she calmly turned to you, taking in your furious expression, your hand protectively resting on your belly.

Then she looked back at Daemon. “Did you bring her the wrong food?”

Daemon scoffed, gesturing to the bag. “It’s the same dish, Mother! Just from a different place!”

Alyssa sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. “Daemon, you are a grown man, yet you have the common sense of a drunk squire.”

Daemon gaped. “What?! Not you too!”

Alyssa stepped toward him, her voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. “When a pregnant woman makes a request, you fulfill it to the letter. If she wants it from that one specific place, you ride there yourself if you must. Do you understand?”

Daemon scowled, shifting uncomfortably. “Ride there myself? Mother, that place is across the city—”

Alyssa narrowed her eyes. “Did I ask for excuses?”

Daemon clenched his jaw, looking between you and his mother before groaning dramatically, grabbing his cloak. “Fine! I’ll get the damn food.”

As he stormed toward the door, Alyssa turned to you with a knowing smirk. “Men truly are fools, aren’t they?”

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[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — golden hours, golden hearts : chapter 034 !

the warm scent of something savory filled your apartment, mingling with the soft hum of the stovetop. you leaned against the counter, watching as sae moved effortlessly in your kitchen, sleeves rolled up, focused on whatever he was making.

"a special meal, just for the special lady," he had said when you asked what he was doing. you hadn't pressed further, just enjoying the rare sight of him doing something so domestic.

"i didn't know you could cook," you mused, propping your chin on your hand.

sae glanced at you, unimpressed. "i'm not useless."

you laughed. "yeah? never said you were, though."

he didn't respond, just plated the dish. it was something simple, but it smelled incredible. setting it in front of you, he nudged the chopsticks toward you.

"eat."

you picked up the chopsticks, taking a bite, without much expectation, but the moment the flavors hit your tongue, your brows lifted in surprise. "this is actually good."

"obviously," he scoffed, but there was the tiniest twitch at the corner of his lips. was he pleased?

you rolled your eyes, but the warmth spreading through your chest had nothing to do with the food. there was something oddly endearing about seeing him like this. relaxed, in your space, cooking for you.

"alright, chef itoshi," you teased, taking another bite. "you've officially impressed me."

his eyes flickered to you, acting uninterested, but you caught the way his fingers drummed idly against the counter, like he was holding back a reaction. “took you long enough,” he muttered.

you smiled. “so, what’s the occasion? feeling generous today?”

he tilted his head. “you snuck out of the lv fashion show just to hang out with me. i figured i should at least feed you.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “in my own apartment? wasn't this your idea? is this your way of saying thank you?”

“sure,” he said, though his tone was too casual, like he didn’t want to confirm or deny it outright. typical sae.

you shook your head, amused, and nudged the plate toward him. “well, since you cooked, you should eat too.”

he raised an eyebrow, hesitating for just a moment before finally sitting down next to you. without a word, he picked up his own chopsticks and took a bite, chewing slowly.

but you caught it, that slight nod of approval, the way he barely hummed under his breath.

you smiled. “good?”

he shot you a flat look. “obviously.”

the two of you ate in a quiet rhythm, the occasional clink of chopsticks against plates the only sound breaking the stillness of your apartment.

it was… nice. surprisingly so.

you hadn’t expected to feel this comfortable with him, but something about tonight felt different.

and then, without realizing it, you found yourself just watching him.

the way his lashes cast faint shadows against his skin, the way he moved with that same effortless precision he had on the field. even something as simple as eating. he made it look composed. but here, in the glow of your kitchen, with the faint scent of food lingering in the air, he seemed more human. less of the unreachable prodigy the world saw him as, and more of just sae.

and that thought lingered a little too long.

because if you let yourself think about it, really think about it, you’d have to admit that maybe, just maybe, you had a crush on him.

after dinner, the two of you ended up on the couch, the weight of the night settling into something easy, something almost peaceful. the only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. sae sat beside you, legs stretched out, his arm lazily draped along the back of the couch. his presence was familiar, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed.

you tried to ignore it.

you tried to focus on the random movie playing on your tv, even though neither of you were really watching.

you tried to pretend that your heart didn’t pick up its pace every time he shifted just the slightest bit closer.

“you’re quiet,” he noted, breaking the silence.

you blinked, turning your head to look at him. “huh?”

“you’ve been staring at the screen for the past twenty minutes, but i don’t think you’ve actually processed a single thing.”

you scoffed. “that’s rich, coming from you.”

he exhaled a small laugh, barely there, but you caught it. when you glanced at him again, you noticed the way his eyes lingered on you.

something inside you tensed.

“do you ever overthink things?” you found yourself asking.

sae raised an eyebrow. “no.”

you sighed. “figures.”

a smirk tugged at his lips, but before you could roll your eyes at him, he shifted suddenly, his hand moving too fast and too smooth and flicked your forehead.

you jerked back, startled. “ow, what the hell?”

“you’re thinking too much,” he said simply, as if that justified the unprovoked attack.

“you-” you were about to throw a pillow at him, but then he laughed again, barely a breath of amusement, and suddenly, all your frustration disappeared.

because hell, that laugh did something to you.

maybe it was the exhaustion. or the fact that the walls you had carefully built between you and him had slowly been wearing down all night. or maybe it was because, for once, it didn’t feel like you had to overanalyze everything. it was just the two of you, here, now. and that realization made something snap inside you.

so when you turned to him fully, you didn’t think twice before shoving at his shoulder, only for him to grab your wrist, pulling you toward him with little effort.

you barely had time to react before his lips were on yours.

your breath hitched as he kissed you, his fingers tightening around your wrist for half a second before releasing it, letting you make the choice to stay, to kiss him back. and God, you did. you leaned in, your hands finding his shirt, gripping it like you needed to hold onto something.

chapter 033 > here > chapter 035

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[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Part 3: Blood Traitor

A March 2025 Hinny Microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband using Prompt 18

841 words (back on brand today!)

All the March prompts that I write will be set in the same universe as, and form a prequel to, this fic. Hopefully they'll all stand alone, but they'll also form a little story of their own, which is why they're numbered.

Fair warning - it's going to be fluffy!

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It’s a bit of a shock for Bill Weasley to learn that his baby sister intends to move in with her boyfriend. 

She’s not even nineteen yet. Barely out of Hogwarts, clutching a respectable set of NEWTS and with the ink still wet on her contract with the Holyhead Harpies (another thing that Bill can’t quite get his head around, quite frankly). None of it seems… possible? Right? It just isn’t sitting well with him. Ginny’s too young. Too precious. Too everything. 

The fact that his own wife was only a year older when they got engaged is neither here nor there, of course. 

Neither is the fact that he’s known Harry Potter for years—not just the legend but the boy himself. He seems a good sort, even without the whole ‘saving the world’ business. 

But still; it’s the principle of the thing.

At least Harry’s had the good sense to ask for Bill’s help with the wards on the house. Never mind being one of Gringotts top curse-breakers, you don’t survive a war when you’re part of the biggest family of blood traitors out there without being bloody good at protective enchantments. Bill prides himself on it.

He’s pleased that Harry takes it seriously, but maybe that isn’t a surprise, after everything he’s been through. Bill’s only too happy to meet him at the new cottage to lend his expertise to the endeavour, because it means a bit of time alone with him; time to have a little chat, one-on-one.

He’s got this whole speech planned. You know the sort of thing; the one where he explains just how much his baby sister means to him. How special she is. Exactly what he’d do to anyone that hurts her. Bill can be pretty intimidating when he wants to, he knows this. It’s a vital skill when you’re dealing with goblins day in, day out. He’s sure he can impress his point on Harry.

The first thing he notices is the cottage itself. It’s actually lovely, solidly built, facing out to the grassy sand dunes and the beach beyond. It’s an unusual choice for a first home for someone Harry’s age, he thinks; Bill had expected him to want to stay amongst the bright lights and diversions of the big city. 

He remarks as much to Harry when they meet just outside the gate, once they’ve exchanged greetings, but Harry just shakes his head.

“Nah. Ginny’s happiest in the countryside, so it’s a no-brainer really. London’s great, but I’m there every day for work, and I can visit when I want. Plus, I’d rather have a bit of peace and quiet, so it suits both of us, I think.”

Bill nods, sagely. “Is there much to do inside?”

Harry pulls a face. “Yeah, quite a lot. I’m going to move in next weekend, even though I’ll basically be camping here, but it means I’ll have more time to get the work done. I want it to be perfect before Ginny moves in.”

Satisfied, Bill turns his attention to the wards that are already in place. He’s impressed; Harry’s actually done a pretty decent job with them, they’re far more complex, and more comprehensive, than anything he’d expected. Certainly nothing that would be covered at school.

“This is good work,” he comments, though he’s puzzled. “I didn’t think they covered protective enchantments in first year Auror training.”

“Oh, no. They don’t,” Harry explains. “We used some of them to hide our tent while we were on the run. The rest I researched in the Ministry library.”

Bill hadn’t been expecting that. “You taught yourself how to do all this?” he asks, wondering if he’s misunderstood. It’s a huge amount of work, and would have taken a lot of time and perseverance. 

Harry looks a bit sheepish. “Hermione helped me practice, but it had to be done.” He sighs. “The fact is that I’ll always have a target on my back, one way or another. That’s just something I have to live with. But I won’t put Ginny in the firing line. If there’s anything I can do, anything at all, to keep her safe, then I’m going to do it.” 

There’s a fire in his eyes as he says it, a determination and an honesty, and all of a sudden, Bill wonders what on earth he was worried about. It couldn’t be clearer just how vital Ginny is to Harry, that she’s his first and most important consideration, and really, what more could any big brother want? 

His carefully crafted speech now seems more than a bit superfluous, ridiculous, even. So, just like that, he lets it go, melting away to the breeze off the Atlantic.

Instead, he turns to Harry with a smile. “Well, there isn’t that much more I’d recommend adding, but there are one or two extras that I think would be useful. You can help me cast them, if you like.”

“Great!” Harry’s expression is earnest. “I’d really like that.”

“Me too,” says Bill. And he means it.

[fadelbison]

Now that you mentioned it please the first thing I thought when I saw First as Kant was that they would push him into a straight series especially with him previously being in multiple het shows. I at least saw 2 reactors thinking c4c was het show before khao was introduced. But First with all his new antics is definitely helping their cp to become more popular too especially in the thai side. They are both good actors and they have pretty good role selection and already having a stable fandom would do them wonders in the industry

I would say even three years ago pushing First into straight roles when he looks like this:

was not only going to be GMMs playbook but also their moral imperative. Because this was the pipeline they shoved every BL actor that could into. Gain a following using BL get funneled into straight shows now to get legitimacy as an actor. Three years ago, if First wasn't being shoved into this pipeline I'd say something was very very wrong the way it clearly was with Earth.

And well everything is in flux isn't it? GMMTV 2025 is an unprecedentedly queer roster for GMMTV in addition to a sharp increase in shows now marketed towards young working adults rather than youth. That pipeline no longer even makes sense for them.

GMMTV now has a whole roster of well established actors which I don't think they really thought was going to happen for them back in 2016 when SOTUS was released 😅 and especially not when Singto peaced out then did a bunch of critically acclaimed shows as though to highlight how vapid the creative direction within GMMTV was.

They've also made a great many missteps with branded pairings. The GMMTV three pillars (or four wtv your world view is) was a hot mess. TayNew couldn't hack it, Singto left, Krist vehemently doing straight shows to not let the CP thing give him a mental breakdown (again) and Bright and Win were mA they certainly were, weren't they? These pillars stayed pillars I think through the sheer willpower of Offgun Fun Night and Jennie Panhan's unparalleled ability to pretend nothing is amiss 🤣

GMMTV appears to be trying to hone in more and more on what makes their actors already popular rather than box them into things and make costly mistakes like they even recently did with OhmNanon and PerthChimon where they let Chimon take all that pressure of being Perth's new beau without ever considering the fact that Chimon had 0 interests in playing The Woman.

They've seemed to have taken all pressure off their actors in 2025 and I am curious to see if that trend will continue. Nanon wants a straight script? We squeeze one out for him. SkyNani undecided on being a CP? Great they get to play dark soulmates which good for them giving skynani a parameter to work with that can go from literally barely just gay to just so gay depending on the weather conditions.

C4C is going to strengthen FKs Japanese fanbase for sure, while I am assuming they are expecting the western one to remain largely unaffected. The Thai market I don't understand. First can sure as hell pass as straight now but so could Force and Book the last however many years and delightfully neither of them has given a rats ass about it, even when Bright and Win left, the straight BL boy niche once vacated was actually never filled.

In fact, the pillars are now back and supremely active but they are just extremely gay about it. Somehow TayNew were like this is going to be on our terms and their terms were a romance coded bromance and a polycule with off gun, Krist who everyone believed would NOT enjoy fanservice now has more boyfriends than ever before. I love that gay people can't be normal about anything.

There's a straight passing BL actor vacuum in GMMTV sure - does skynani not convince you that the market LOVES this genre of BL actor? And it's coincided with a point where GMMTVs artistic direction is in fact moving towards slightly older audiences. Suddenly, everything that made First second fiddle in the het shows of his youth, sets him apart as a lead NOW: he's a sweet and goofy guy aka The Ideal Husband.

I am just really curious to see over this next year whether First will make any attempts to fill the straight BL actor niche and how desperately (sponsor money) GMM will try to make him do so. The 70: 30 split agreement between FK was specifically designed to deal with this scenario, I am locked and loaded to see it finally tested.

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Dancing in the kitchen

character: Cho hyun ju X Fem!reader

Summary: Dancing in the Kitchen – One evening, while cooking dinner together, an old love song plays on the radio. Hyun-Ju, usually reserved, suddenly pulls you into a slow dance between the counters, smiling softly as she rests her forehead against yours.🦑🦑

Warnings: none

The scent of garlic and simmering broth fills the small kitchen as you stir a pot of soup, humming absently. Outside, the sun is setting behind the trees, casting a golden glow through the windows.Your home in Thailand is peaceful, tucked away from the noise of the world, a place where Hyun-Ju can finally breathe.

She moves beside you, slicing vegetables with steady hands, her expression calm yet distant. You glance at her, wondering what’s on her mind, but you don’t push. Hyun-Ju has always been the type to keep her thoughts guarded, letting you in piece by piece.

The radio hums softly in the background, playing an old love song—one of those wistful melodies that make you think of stolen moments and quiet confessions. You smile, stirring the pot again, when suddenly, you feel a gentle tug on your wrist.

You turn, startled, only to find Hyun-Ju gazing at you with an unreadable expression. “Dance with me,” she murmurs.

You blink. “What?”

She doesn’t repeat herself. Instead, she slips her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. The warmth of her body seeps into yours as the music sways between you, soft and slow. Hesitantly, you place your hands on her shoulders, surprised by the tenderness in her touch.

Hyun-Ju isn’t usually like this. She’s strong, self-reliant—someone who carries her burdens alone. But here, in the quiet of your kitchen, she lets herself be soft.

She rests her forehead against yours, exhaling deeply. “This song… my mom used to play it,” she whispers. “When I was little.”

Your heart aches at the rare piece of her past she’s offering you. You tighten your hold on her, letting the rhythm guide you both in small, slow circles. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head slightly, but there’s no sadness in her eyes—just nostalgia, something distant yet warm. “No… just let me stay like this.”

So you do.

You dance between the counters, the food on the stove forgotten for now. Hyun-Ju closes her eyes, and you swear you feel her smile against your cheek. And in that moment, with the golden light wrapping around you both and the love song echoing through the kitchen, you know—this is home.

🦑🦑🦑

[violettwritess]

This is what it feels like m.s

Small blurb!

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Wc: 667

English is not my first language

Y/n and Matt were cuddled up in his bed, just enjoying the silence, the comfort of each other’s presence, the warmth they felt on their arms. It was a Saturday night, Nick and Chris were out handling some issues with their respective brands, so they had the house to themselves, something they really enjoyed.

“Matt”

“Hm?”

She looked up to meet his gaze.

“Do you think this is what love really feels like?”

Matt’s lips curled into a soft smile as he looked down at her, his fingers tracing light patterns on her arm.

“I think so” he murmured. “At least that’s what it feels like with you”

Y/n felt warmth spread through her chest, her heart swelling at his words, she nuzzled closer, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I like this” she whispered.

He let out a breathy chuckle, his hand slipping up to tangle in her hair.

“Me too” he admitted. “I don’t think I ever want this to change”

They lay there in comfortable silence, the glow of the streetlights casting soft patterns on the walls, the world outside felt distant, like it didn’t matter, like the world just consisted of this moment, them, wrapped up in each other. Y/n smiled against his hoodie.

“I met you at the right time. You know, I’ve always been scared to be alone, but with you… damn it, Matt, I just love you so much”

Matt’s hold on her tightened just slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet sincerity, his arms wrapped around her tighter, as if he wanted to hold onto this moment forever. Y/n looked up at him, her eyes searching his face only to find a look of pure love and affection that made her heart feel warm and her stomach flutter with joy. She brushed her fingers lightly along his jaw, taking in the way his eyes closed slowly at her touch.

“You make everything feel… right” she continued, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be”

Matt’s lips found the top of her head in a gentle kiss, his voice thick with emotion.

“You are, Y/n. You always will be, with me”

The air between them seemed to hum with an unspoken understanding, it was more than just love, it was peace, the kind of peace that only came when you were with someone who made you feel safe, valued, and entirely seen. A soft laugh escaped her lips.

“This… this feels like a dream, like we’re in a movie. It’s kind of funny, you know”

Matt chuckled softly, his fingers gently brushing through her hair, his touch a comforting rhythm.

“Yeah, I get that” he said, his voice low and affectionate. “It’s like we’re in one of those perfect moments that’s too good to be true”

Y/n nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle in her chest.

“Exactly, like, if I blink, I’ll wake up and realize this is just a dream” She pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “But then again, I kind of hope I don’t”

Matt smirked, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Well, I’m pretty sure if you did wake up, I’d still be here” He pulled her in closer, his arms wrapping around her like a promise.

Y/n smiled up at him, her heart swelling again at his words, she nestled closer into his arms, not wanting to move, not wanting to break the perfect calm that surrounded them, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, until the world outside faded away completely, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of contentment.

“I don’t want this to end” Y/n whispered softly.

“Then let’s make sure it doesn’t” Matt replied, kissing the top of her head once more, his voice steady and filled with the promise of forever.

[blowndrip]

A DAY WITH YOU

fluff 💭

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: When Kylian has a day off, all he wants is to be with you. From lazy mornings to stolen kisses, this is a day filled with love, and laughter.

A/N: soft kylian one-shot fluff. Enjoy ☺️

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I stir awake, feeling the warmth of Kylian’s arms wrapped securely around me. His breathing is steady, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that’s become so familiar, so comforting. I tilt my head slightly to look at him, his face relaxed in sleep, his dark lashes brushing against his cheeks. Even like this, he looks effortlessly perfect.

I don’t want to move, not when he’s holding me like this, but as if sensing I’m awake, his arms tighten around me. His voice, still rough with sleep, breaks the silence.

“Morning,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my forehead.

“Morning,” I whisper back, a smile tugging at my lips.

He shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His hair is messy, his eyes still half-closed, but the way he’s looking at me makes my heart skip a beat. There’s something so tender in his gaze, something that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world that matters to him right now.

“Sleep well?” he asks, his voice low and warm.

“Always, when I’m with you,” I reply, my cheeks heating up at the honesty in my words.

He grins, that boyish, heart-stopping grin that always makes me weak in the knees. “Good,” he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

///

We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the world outside feeling miles away. Eventually, Kylian sits up, stretching lazily before turning to me with a playful glint in his eyes.

“What do you feel like doing today?” he asks, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm.

“Honestly?” I say, smiling up at him. “I just want to stay here with you. No plans, no distractions. Just us.”

His smile softens, and he leans down to kiss me again, this time longer, sweeter. “I like that plan,” he murmurs against my lips.

///

We spend the morning in bed, talking and laughing about nothing and everything. Kylian tells me stories about his teammates, his voice animated as he mimics their expressions and gestures. I can’t help but laugh, the sound filling the room and making his eyes light up with pride.

At one point, he grabs his phone and starts playing some of his favorite music, the soft melodies blending perfectly with the warmth of the room. He pulls me to my feet, his hands resting on my waist as we sway gently to the rhythm.

“You know,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “you’re not a bad dancer.”

I laugh, resting my head against his chest. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

He hums in response, his fingers tracing circles on my back. “Only for you,” he says, his tone softer now. “I’d do anything for you.”

///

Later, we move to the couch, a blanket draped over us as we watch a movie. Or at least, we try to. Kylian spends more time watching me than the screen, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm.

“You’re not even paying attention,” I say, glancing at him.

“I am,” he insists, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m just… distracted.”

“By what?”

“You,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

I feel my cheeks flush, but before I can respond, he’s pulling me closer, his lips finding mine in a kiss that’s slow and sweet and full of everything he doesn’t say out loud.

///

That night, as we lie in bed, his arms around me, I feel a sense of peace I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. His breathing is steady, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm against my back.

“y/n?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” he says, his words soft but sure.

I turn in his arms, meeting his gaze in the dim light. “I love you too,” I reply, my voice just as quiet but just as certain.

He smiles, pulling me closer, and I know that no matter what happens, as long as I have him, I’ll always have this. This warmth, this love, this feeling of being exactly where I’m meant to be.

[greasergirlxoxo]

Hellooo! Hope you're doing great.

Can I request a Dad!Darry drabble?? Just something fluffy, with his brothers passing the baby back and forth or something

Three Greasers and a Baby ‧₊˚💣⊹

Dad!Darry x Mom!Reader

author’s note ᯓᡣ𐭩 this is such a cute idea! ty for this request bc I enjoyed writing it and hope u enjoy reading it!!!

warnings ᯓᡣ𐭩 mention of child birth, use of y/n (I hate doing it but it had to be done)

Darry Curtis had never been more exhausted in his life, but he also had never felt more at peace. His calloused hands, hands that had spent years working to keep his family afloat, now cradled the smallest, most delicate thing he’d ever held—his baby girl. She was barely a few hours old, wrapped snugly in a pink hospital blanket, her tiny fingers curled into fists as she slept soundly against his chest.

His wife—his rock—was asleep in the hospital bed beside him, worn out from labor. He glanced over at you, love and admiration swelling in his chest. You had given him everything he’d ever wanted but never thought he deserved—a home, a family, a future that was more than just working himself to the bone.

The peaceful silence, however, was shattered when the door burst open.

"Where is she? Where's my niece?" Sodapop’s voice rang through the hospital room like a firecracker. Ponyboy trailed in behind him, not nearly as loud but just as eager, eyes wide with excitement.

Darry shot them both a look, his expression as sharp as the one he used when telling them to quit horsing around at home. "Will you two knuckleheads keep it down? She just fell asleep." He gestured toward both his sleeping baby and his sleeping wife.

Sodapop winced, then grinned. "Sorry, sorry. But Darry, I want to hold her! Can I hold her?"

Darry sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. He carefully shifted in his chair, holding out the baby for Soda to take. "Alright, but be careful."

Soda took her as if she was the most precious thing in the world—which, to be fair, she was. His usual hyper energy melted into something softer, something filled with pure adoration. He rocked her gently, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "Oh man, she's tiny. And you know what? I'm officially the fun uncle. Gonna spoil her rotten. Whatever she wants, she gets. Ice cream for breakfast? Done. Pony's books instead of bedtime stories? No way, kid, we're telling adventure stories."

Darry rolled his eyes. "She’s not even a day old, Soda. Give it a minute before you start corrupting her."

Ponyboy chuckled, stepping forward hesitantly. "Can I—can I hold her?"

Soda, surprisingly gentle, passed her off carefully, and Pony took her with both hands, cradling her like she was made of glass. His usual thoughtful expression deepened as he stared down at her, studying every tiny feature. "She’s so small," he murmured.

Darry smirked. "Babies usually are, kid."

Pony gave him a look but didn’t say anything, his focus still on his niece. He moved cautiously, like any wrong move might hurt her, but his face showed something else—pure wonder.

Soda leaned in, grinning. "Hey, she kinda looks like Darry, don’t she? Poor kid, already stuck with his ugly mug."

Darry swatted at him playfully. "Watch it."

Pony snorted but didn’t argue. "Nah, she’s got Y/N’s nose, though," he noted, his voice quieter, almost reverent.

For a long moment, all three of them just stood there, completely taken by the tiny girl in Ponyboy’s arms. Three tough greasers, always getting into trouble, always fighting to get by—but reduced to total mush over a baby girl. It was almost comical, really.

Soda was already planning adventures, Pony was memorizing every detail like he was about to write a poem about her, and Darry—well, Darry just felt full. Full of love, full of pride, full of something so strong it almost knocked him over.

[junkiex0]

Serendipity

Going on a date with Art Donaldson is way more eventful then what you’d expect

c/w: nicknames (sweetheart, baby) fingering, nsfw, not proof read so there may be some mistakes

a/n: go check out pt.1 but it’s not needed for pt.2! i know it’s been a month since i’ve last written but im back! i promise to be more active

Your heart was still racing from the night’s events. Meeting your idol, Art Donaldson, at the alumni game had been surreal enough, but getting his number? That was beyond anything you could’ve imagined.

You glanced down at the white tennis hat clutched in your hand, now completely unwearable. The white fabric now had deep black ink, his name and number scrawled across the brim in bold handwriting. It was proof that tonight had been real.

As you climbed the stairs to your apartment, exhaustion weighed heavily on you. Your legs ached, your mind was foggy, and your eyelids drooped with every step. Yet, no amount of fatigue could fully distract you from the range of emotions swirling inside you.

The moment you unlocked your door, another image of Art flashed through your mind. His bright, easygoing smile, the way his blue eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed. You could still hear his voice, warm and teasing as he handed you your hat with that little smirk.

Your grip tightened around the fabric.

God, you wanted to call him. Just to hear his voice again, to see if this was all really happening. But you knew better. You were exhausted, and the last thing you wanted was to make a complete fool of yourself. Besides, calling too soon might come off as desperate. No, you had to play it cool.

So, with a sigh, you tossed the hat onto your nightstand, took a long, hot shower, and let sleep pull you under almost instantly.

Across the city, Art Donaldson couldn’t stop thinking about you. Just waiting for your call of notification.

He gripped the steering wheel loosely, his thoughts far from the road as he replayed the night over and over. The way your eyes lit up when you spoke to him, the excitement in your voice. It had been a long time since someone had looked at him like that. Not just as a famous athlete, but as a person.

And then there was the way you moved on the court. He remembered watching you play that evening, the way your tennis skirt swayed with every swift motion, how effortlessly you danced around the court. He had seen your photos in sports magazines, had heard other players talk about how talented—and beautiful—you were.

You had always caught his attention. But tonight? Tonight had sealed it.

Maybe you had a boyfriend. Maybe you didn’t. It didn’t matter.

Art had never been the type to back down from a challenge.

He wasn’t about to let someone else get to you first.

He was going to win you over.

A soft glow bathed your room as you slowly blinked awake, the golden morning light peeking through the blinds. It stretched across the floor, casting warm patterns over your sheets, coaxing you from the last remnants of sleep.

You inhaled deeply, the quiet hum of the world outside settling around you. It was peaceful. A stark contrast to the storm of nerves swirling in your chest.

Your eyes drifted to the nightstand where your phone and the white tennis hat lay. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of excitement through you.

Art Donaldson’s number was written there. Real. Tangible. A reminder that last night wasn’t just a dream.

You reached for your phone, clicking the screen to check the time—9:30 AM. Definitely time to get up.

But before you could even think about starting your morning routine, your fingers were already moving, reaching for the hat as if it held the final push of courage you needed.

Now or never.

You pulled up his number, your heart hammering as you typed out a message. Then deleted it. Typed another. Deleted that one too. Nothing felt right.

Your pulse quickened, your hands shaking slightly as you hovered over the keyboard.

Finally, you settled on something simple.

“Good morning, Art. It’s Y/N.”

Short. Casual. Safe. You didn’t want to overthink it. Hopefully, he’d take the lead.

You sent the message before you could talk yourself out of it, then stared at the screen, willing a response to appear.

Nothing.

Of course, nothing. It had barely been seconds.

Realizing how silly you looked just sitting there, waiting, you tossed your phone onto the bed and forced yourself up. A distraction was necessary before your nerves got the better of you.

You brushed your teeth, took a long shower, and mentally ran through your schedule for the day. But aside from hitting the gym, you had no real plans. Nothing to keep your mind off him.

The thought of Art—his warm smile, the way he had looked at you last night—lingered at the edges of your thoughts, making your stomach flutter.

By the time you made your way to the kitchen, the nerves had dulled, replaced by a quiet anticipation. You popped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster, leaning against the counter as you absentmindedly reached for your phone again.

And there it was. A new notification.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Art Donaldson: “Good morning, Y/N. Hope you slept well. How are you this morning?”

Your heart stuttered, beating so fast you could feel it in your fingertips.

He responded.

And it wasn’t just a polite acknowledgment—he was engaging, asking about you.

The warmth of the morning sun had nothing on the heat rushing to your face.

This was really happening.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you hovered over the screen, rereading Art’s message for the fifth time. How should you respond? You didn’t want to sound too eager, but you also didn’t want to come off as uninterested.

A quiet laugh slipped past your lips as you squeezed your phone tighter. ‘I feel like a high school girl with a crush.” you think to yourself

Unbeknownst to you, on the other end of the conversation, Art was just as anxious.

He sat at his dining table, half-heartedly pushing his fork around his plate, his appetite overshadowed by the anticipation bubbling in his chest. His phone lay face-up beside him, screen dim, waiting.

The house around him was eerily quiet. Too quiet.

It was always like this when his daughter was away. She was with his ex-wife for spring break, leaving him with nothing but the vast, empty rooms of his home. He had gotten used to the silence over the years, but today, for some reason, it felt heavier.

Then, finally, his phone lit up.

His heart jumped as he snatched it up, scanning the words eagerly.

“I’m good! Just finished breakfast. I’m about to go out later, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”

He stared at the screen, rereading it to make sure he wasn’t imagining things. You, young, beautiful, and undeniably talented, were asking him to go out with you?

Before he could even process his excitement, another message appeared.

“If you’re busy, I totally understand!”

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if you could see him. Busy? Not for this.

Without hesitation, he started typing, his fingers moving faster than his thoughts.

Art Donaldson: “I’d love to. Where are you thinking?”

He hit send, then leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair with a slow, incredulous smile.

You both agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop, one that was close enough for you to walk to. The sun was starting to set as you made your way down the familiar streets, your heart picking up speed with every step.

As you neared the café, your phone vibrated in your hand.

Art Donaldson: “I’m here”

You lifted your gaze, scanning the crowd for him, his striking blue eyes, the familiar tousle of blonde hair. For a moment, you couldn’t spot him, but then—there he was.

Leaning casually against his truck, phone in one hand, a cigarette resting between his lips. The light caught in his hair, making it look almost golden. His sharp features were relaxed, lost in whatever he was reading on his screen.

He was so effortlessly handsome.

A smile tugged at your lips as you walked toward him, your steps light with excitement. The moment he looked up and met your gaze, something in his expression shifted—his lips curling into a slow, easy smile that made your stomach flutter.

For a second, you just stood there, taking him in. He looked younger than his years, yet there was something undeniably mature about him—the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence in his stance. He was captivating in a way that made it impossible to look away.

And then you were standing right in front of him, looking up into those piercing blue eyes, feeling smaller under his gaze.

Art felt his chest tighten. You were so damn pretty.

“So,” he drawled, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before turning his head to exhale the smoke away from you. His voice was smooth, teasing. “Where exactly are we going, sweetheart? I’m all yours.”

The nickname sent warmth rushing to your cheeks, and you quickly glanced down, hoping he didn’t notice.

“There’s this restaurant that just opened that I really want to try,” you said, trying to sound casual. “But first, I was thinking of stopping by a record shop to pick up a new vinyl.. if that’s okay with you?”

Art let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slightly as if you had no idea just how easy it was for him to say yes to you.

“Sounds perfect,” he said, his smile lingering.

And just like that, the day was already off to a perfect start.

The night had settled into a quiet lull, the air thick with the remnants of laughter and stolen glances. A soft buzz lingered in your veins—a mix of excitement and the heady warmth that only he seemed to bring. You didn’t want to leave. Not now, not when everything had felt so perfect.

The empty parking lot stretched around you, silent and still, save for the gentle hum of the wind. His truck stood waiting in the parking lot. But you barely noticed it. Not when he was standing in front of you, his face bathed in moonlight, his hands shoved into his pockets. His eyes, deep and unreadable, held you in place, pinning you against the cool metal of the truck like a force you couldn’t escape. Not that you wanted to.

The weight of his gaze sent a shiver through you.

He took a slow step forward, closing the space between you, his breath hitching just slightly before he spoke.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.” His voice was low, intimate, like a secret meant only for you.

Your breath caught. His words wrapped around you, igniting something deep in your stomach. You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you acted.

Your lips crashed into his, hands instinctively reaching up, fingers curling around the nape of his neck as you pulled him down to you. His scent filled your lungs—clean, warm, intoxicating. His hesitation melted away as his hands found your waist, gripping you firmly, drawing you impossibly close.

A quiet groan vibrated against your lips as he recovered from your boldness, but if anything, it only encouraged him more. His grip tightened, pressing your body flush against his as his fingers dug into your hips. The friction sent a jolt through you, and when you shifted against him, a sharp inhale from him was all the confirmation you needed—he wanted this just as badly.

He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours. His voice came out slightly rough, tinged with something dark and wanting.

“Back seat?” He smirked, eyes glinting under the dim light.

You nodded quickly, your chest rising and falling as anticipation sparked inside you.

Art wasted no time, unlocking the door and letting you slide in first before following and locking it behind him. The space was tight, but that only made it more intoxicating. His only focus was on you.

His lips found yours again, deeper this time, more desperate. His hands wandered, fingers brushing against your jaw, then trailing down your neck, tilting your head slightly so he could leave a trail of hot kisses along your skin. Each one sent sparks straight to your core.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your throat, his voice thick with something that sent your pulse racing.

He shifted, his hands trailing lower, fingertips grazing your thighs before hooking into the hem of your skirt. His eyes flickered up to yours, searching. When he saw no hesitation, just that same heated need reflecting back at him, he pulled it down, exposing the lace that barely covered you.

“Cute,” he mused, his thumb pressing teasingly over your clothed clit. The sudden pressure had a whimper slipping past your lips, your back arching slightly in response.

His smirk deepened. He loved watching you unravel beneath him.

You looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. It was all the permission he needed.

With a quick tug (too quick, because you swore you heard fabric tear) your pretty panties were discarded, and his gaze darkened as he took in the sight of you. If there had been more space, you were sure he would have dropped to his knees right then and there and ate you out.

Instead, he pressed his thumb against your clit again, this time rubbing slow, deliberate circles that had you trembling beneath him. Soft whimpers escaped your lips, and he watched, mesmerized, as you writhed in his grasp.

Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside you, pushing in slowly, stretching you just enough to make you gasp.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he felt the way your walls clenched around him. “Fuck,” he muttered, the thought of being inside you nearly making him lose it.

He leaned in, capturing your lips again, swallowing your moans as he curled his fingers inside you. His pace was steady, calculated—enough to drive you wild but not nearly enough to satisfy.

Your mind was hazy, drunk on the way he touched you, the way he whispered your name like a prayer. His lips found your neck again, his breath hot against your skin as he picked up the pace, his thumb returning to your clit, rubbing in sync with his thrusts.

“I want you to cum on my fingers, baby.�� His voice was rough, commanding, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head falling back as the coil in your stomach tightened. “I’m close,” you barely managed to whisper.

He felt it—the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your breath hitched, the way your body tensed. With one final curl of his fingers, you shattered, pleasure crashing over you in waves as your body trembled beneath him.

He held you through it, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, whispering soft praises against your skin. “You were so good for me, sweetheart.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You wanna go home, doll?” His voice was softer now, but still laced with promise. “I’ll be able to treat you real good.”

You looked up at him, still breathless, still dizzy from the high, and smiled.

That was all he needed.

a/n: lmk if yall want a pt.3!!

[letterstoalonewolf]

Dancing in the Rain

Jacob Black  x Reader

Summary: The garage hums with the low thrum of music, a quiet world where he loses himself in gears and grease—until he loses himself in you instead. One glimpse of you swaying to the rhythm, and suddenly, his hands forget their work, his heart forgets its steady pace, and all that matters is pulling you close, spinning you around, and never letting go.

The rain had started sometime in the afternoon, a soft drizzle that had since turned into a steady, rhythmic downpour, tapping against the garage roof like an unspoken melody. He could hear it running down the gutters, pooling in small, glistening puddles outside, the scent of damp earth curling in through the open garage doors.

It was peaceful. And if he could, he’d spend all day like this—tinkering in the garage, music humming in the background, the gentle sound of the rain acting like a metronome to his movements.

But mostly, he’d spend all day like this with you.

You’d drifted in a few minutes ago, barefoot, dressed in one of his old shirts that hung off your frame, exposing the smooth line of your collarbone and the tempting slope of one shoulder. He'd noticed you immediately—he always did. Even when he was focused, elbow-deep in an engine, his world had a way of shifting toward you the moment you stepped into it.

And then you’d started swaying.

It was subtle at first, just a slow, lazy shift of your hips, a soft hum slipping past your lips as the music bled through the speakers. He’d tried to keep working, to ignore the way his hands faltered on the wrench, the way his body responded to you like a gravitational pull, but when you turned—when you met his gaze with a smirk that was all invitation—he lost whatever resolve he had left.

The wrench hit the worktable with a dull thud as he wiped his hands on an old rag, already stepping toward you. “You trying to distract me?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, tinged with amusement.

Your smirk deepened. “Me?” you mused innocently, still swaying, still teasing. “I just like the song.”

His eyes dipped to the slow roll of your hips, the way your bare feet moved soundlessly across the cool concrete floor. There was something hypnotic about it, something that rooted him to the spot, drinking in the way you moved like you were made for the rhythm.

And maybe you were.

Maybe you were made for all the things he couldn’t resist.

“Yeah?” he muttered, tossing the rag aside. “Well, I like you more.”

Before you could react, his hands were on your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped a little at the sudden contact, but the sound melted into laughter as he spun you once, your feet barely touching the ground before he caught you against his chest.

“You’re going to get grease on me,” you teased, though you made no move to step away.

He leaned down, letting his lips brush just beneath your ear, where your pulse would be if he could feel it. “Then I’ll clean you up later,” he murmured.

A shiver ran through you, your fingers tightening around the back of his neck. “Bold of you to assume I’ll let you.”

He grinned against your skin, his hands smoothing over your lower back, pulling you even closer. “You always let me.”

You huffed a soft laugh, but it was breathy, shaky, like he was already unraveling you.

For a moment, the music was the only thing between you—the lazy melody drifting through the garage, the rain steady against the roof. You moved together without thinking, a slow, unhurried rhythm, his body pressed firm and cool against yours, his hands mapping familiar patterns down your spine.

There was something so easy about this.

So effortless, so right.

Like he was always meant to hold you like this, and you were always meant to melt into him.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his voice softer now, more reverent. “There’s always some other time to finish this project.��

You exhaled slowly, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Good,” you whispered. “Because I want you right here.”

And he wasn’t going anywhere.

Not now. Not ever.

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

thinking about how i need more tattoos

[martyrbat]

driver's seat — dc holiday special (2017)

(ID in alt!)

[crescentfool]

with the year coming to a close, i hope that anyone who's reflecting about how the year went remembers to be kind and fair to themselves with how you evaluate the year as a whole.

i think there are definitely times when life throws things that are... Not So Great at you. whether if it's some external circumstance that surprised you, or maybe your mentality wasn't at it's best. i wish for anyone who's encountered those kinds of challenges to be able to triumph over them and be able to say that they got through it.

heck, it might still be a work in progress even though you've kept chipping away at it, and that's ok! the results will show themselves eventually as you work through it! and i hope that we can all remember to be patient with ourselves as we go through these processes (learning, healing, etc.), because damn, it can be frustrating when you feel like you're "not there yet."

knowing that life can be rough at times, i think it's unfair to yourself (and others) to discount and downplay any progress you've made this year- whether if it's something that you did for the first time, or maybe you came to a new understanding and insight that you didn't have in the previous year.

it's not to say that you should undermine the validity of your experience with hardship, but to take the time to remind yourself what makes life worth living. to recall what moments were the most satisfying to you- and use it to strengthen your resolve for the next year and beyond. no amount of hardship will ever take away from the fact that you deserve to have hope that things will get better.

i hope that looking back on the year, you don't leave out the things you cherish. that you can remember the good that came this year. whether if the small victories are things like meeting someone new, trying something out for the first time, or making some strides in a long-term project/obligation...!

i wish everyone a happy new year! may it be prosperous, and that your life can move in a direction that's close to what you want out of life. you're all going to do great! remember to congratulate yourself for what you did well! despite everything, you're still here, and that's wonderful. never forget that!