#i start shying away from commenting if everything has already been said or there are/i get no replies with your comments

[aurorangen]

The siblings' catchup was going great talking about Robbie's job applications and Renee returning to work soon. It was until Renee asked that question, speaking in a tone that was almost impossible to hear. "So…do you still hang out with Keon?" Now that question aggravated Robbie. "Seriously Renee?" Robbie felt his face heating up with the stupidity of his sister. Things were going well and he was able to see amends to their relationship, but bringing up Keon? He always resulted in arguments and Renee must clearly know that.

"I'll answer your question, I haven't since high school. Are you happy now?" Robbie revealed, hoping to get this over with. "He said he was getting out of Sulani. Said he was joining the military. I have no clue what that dumbshit is doing or where he is." Tension held in the air and it felt too awkward to say anything afterwards…except for an apology.

Note: Here's some context for those who don't know! Growing up, Robbie has always felt overshadowed by his sister, leading to his low confidence. So he found it hard to fit in at school and make friends. As a result, he ends up being mean to defend himself so that people wouldn't look down on him (like his sister did). That continued to the present and affected his work life with being burnt out and not getting along with coworkers. In high school he did end up making friends, one of them being Keon. Let's just say Keon was bad news and Renee knew about that. She tried to warn him to stay away from him, but he didn't listen and their relationship worsened. Judging from Robbie's reaction, it sounds like something happened 👀 Now back to the present with fixing the relationship! But there are some small issues. Robbie is mean, Renee is argumentative and so they argue a lot. Robbie doesn't want to bring up the past, but Renee wants to know the answers (that's why she a detective🫡) and address these issues. Do you agree with them?

[smutinlove]

I saw your post for smut asks! How about one where Jason Todd isn't really sexually awakened until he meets reader and he has no idea what to do? Or one where Dick Grayson has been on a year long mission trip so our poor boy is FERAL and STARVED for reader's pu$$y?

YOU FREAKKKKK IM DOING BOTH OMG OMG AHHHHH

jason is a bit of a wimp in this fic hehe

here's the link for the dick grayson fic

Jason sat at the bar, taking small sips of his beer, wondering where his brother, Dick, had gone off to. He swore he saw a woman dragging him by his collar. Jason didn't really think about it too much. He was bored out of his mind and wanted to leave. He sighed, gulping down the beer.

Little did he know that you had been watching and observing his movements all night. You went to order a drink and sat next to him. "Hey, could I get two martinis? One for me and one for the handsome man next to me," you said to the bartender, who winked at Jason, leaving him confused.

Jason fidgeted with his wallet as he handed the bartender some money. "Ah, a gentleman, I see," you smirked. Jason blushed and looked down; that's when he noticed your outfit. You were wearing a white tank top with a deep neck, which you had paired with baggy jeans and black, chunky heels.

Tits. That's what he saw. Jason looked away, trying to remain respectful, causing you to laugh. The bartender hands you two your drinks.

"You're the first shy man I've ever met," you commented with a sly smirk. Jason took a sip of his martini and grinned. "There's a first time for everything," he replied.

Jason looked deeply into your eyes, memorizing every small detail. His eyes followed down to your lips. One kiss, he thought. He had never felt this way before. His hands were shaking with every thought. "Uhm, so, where are you from?" he asked, avoiding your gaze.

The two of you kept the conversation going for an hour, laughing and smiling along the way. Both of you were heavily drunk and looking deeply into each other's eyes. Jason didn't know what took over him as his hands cupped your cheeks. He smashed his lips against yours.

You two shared a passionate kiss.

"Woah," you muttered, scarlet erupting in your cheeks. "Do you wanna head to my car?" you asked, and that's how you found yourself in the backseat of your car.

Jason's eyes were on you as you took off your tank top, revealing your bra. You motioned for him to unclasp it. He unclasped your bra; your tits sprung out. His eyes fell on your nipples; he was frozen. Unsure what to do, he pulled you in for a kiss once more.

As you two kissed, your hands went down to his belt; you slowly unbuckled it and pulled down his jeans. You slowly pushed him down, breaking the kiss. "Can I?" you asked, pointing to remove his boxers. You could already see the outline of his hard cock.

Jason gulped. "I've never done this before," he admitted. You smiled, "Well, you're in good hands, darling. Now, can I?" He nodded. You pulled his boxers down with your teeth, his cock hitting your face a bit.

"This'll be the time of your life," you whispered. He was big—bigger than you anticipated.

Your tongue flicked against his tip, catching the salty-sweet pre-cum. You licked his cock from top to bottom and then took in the first few inches, causing Jason to moan your name. You went deeper and deeper, your tongue swirling around his length.

Jason groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth. Finally, he came—it was hot and thick. You slurped some of it up and took his cock out of your mouth, gasping for air.

Jason lay there, awestruck. "That was... amazing," he murmured a few more praises, causing you to smirk. Jason sat up and started speaking. "I... you're... so different," he finally admitted. "You've awakened something in me, and I need more."

[skzhocomments]

Clingy - Bang Chan Oneshot Fanfic

General Masterlist

Pairing: Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x OC (name: Aera. Story is written in 2nd person)

Genre: angst, fluff

Word Count: ~3.3k

Warnings: a little angst, crying

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Bang Chan or other mentioned Stray Kids’ members true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

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Summary

You overhear Chan and Jisung talking about how clingy you are, and it really hurts your feelings.

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

© all rights reserved by skzhocomments (Tumblr), skzho (Tumblr)/ storminsidemycore (Wattpad), storminsidemycore (AO3)

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Clingy

"Is Aera coming over today?"

"Probably."

"Tsk. She's always here. Don't you find it annoying?"

You were just outside the door when this conversation between Chris and Jisung stopped you dead in your tracks.

You've been dating Chris for just shy of a year now, and you figured out early in the relationship that he never has free time. He's a workaholic through and through, starting his days with early practice and finishing them with late nights in the studio. Thus, you came up with a solution: whenever you wouldn't be working night shifts, you would come visit him in the studio and keep him company.

You never interrupted or bothered him. You just watched him work, stealing occasional kisses when he'd take short breaks, taking care of him, bringing him food (as he more often than not forgot to eat balanced meals completely), giving him water when his bottle would run out, and massaging his shoulders when he'd feel particularly stiff.

You never considered yourself to be annoying, until now. And although you shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, you just had to know what your boyfriend thought about it.

"Annoying? How so?" Chris asked.

"I mean, she's being so clingy. She always wants to see you or be around you and she's coming by, like, every day. It seems exhausting."

"Oh... Yeah, I see what you mean. Well..."

"What?" Jisung chuckles.

"She is a bit clingy, yeah."

"It annoys me sometimes. I miss our bonding time in the studio." Jisung chuckles again.

"Yeah, it would be nice to sometimes have time to ourselves. Sure." Chan chuckles as well, and you start feeling your heart break into a million pieces with every word you hear.

"Oh, so you also find her a bit... of a nuisance?"

"I wouldn't say that... But she does suffocate me sometimes, I won't lie."

You truly didn't know that Chris viewed you as suffocating. He's never told you.

If he had, you would've never started to come to the studio.

Why did he even give you an access key?

Already on the verge of tears, you decide to turn around and give Chris what he obviously wants: time away from you. Just as you do, you see Changbin walking towards the studio.

"Aera!" He exclaims and runs to you happily, taking you in his arms and spinning you around. You've become close friends ever since you started dating Chan, and this was how he always said hi to you.

"Binnie!" You ruffle his hair and smile back.

"Did you come visit? Let's go." He grabs your hand, and before being able to protest, he opens the door and drags you inside.

You try to keep on smiling as you say hi to your boyfriend and Jisung, but now that you're aware of their true feelings towards you being here, you can't help but notice every small detail. Chris and Jisung give each other a knowing look, and you notice it. You just know it's because you are there again.

You wonder if Changbin feels the same way, if he also finds you annoying and suffocating.

Your chest is tight, and it's getting hard to pretend that everything is okay. It's difficult to breathe. You can't even bring yourself to speak much, afraid that Chris will find you smothering, so your words get stuck in your throat, choking you.

You don't even laugh much at their jokes, and you wonder how everything can change in just a span of 10 minutes. The studio used to be a safe space for you, where you could relax and be yourself, but it now feels like a cage.

It seemed like you could now notice all sorts of things you weren't able to notice before. Although Chan is his usual self, it somehow feels different to you.

He doesn't want to spend time with me; runs through your head repeatedly, and with every passing minute, it's getting harder and harder to stay there.

You want to leave.

No, you need to leave.

Your eyes are watering up and the pressure in your chest is crushing you; the throbbing pain in your heart is getting too much; your eyes start to water again; and you need, you need to find an excuse and run away from this place.

You have to come up with something - anything convincing enough so that Chris won't bat an eye. Something that wouldn't be too obvious a lie.

"Oh, shit!" You exclaim, and the three men in the room look at you with questioning eyes.

"What's wrong?" Chris asks.

"I just remembered! Fuck! I promised Jia I'm taking over her shift tonight! Shit! I have to go!" You jolt up from the sofa and grab your bag hastily.

I have to get out.

I have to get out.

I have to get out.

"Oh, no! Want me to drive you?" Chris asks as he stands up as well.

"No, don't worry. I know you have work to do." You smile briefly, then wave to Jisung and Changbin and begin to turn around.

"You sure?" Chan grabs your hand, making you look at him.

"Yeah. If I leave now, I'll make it just in time."

"Ok, babe. See you tomorrow?"

"Sure." You smile as he presses his lips against yours briefly, before you part from him.

"Text me when you get there, so I know you're safe."

"Will do, bye bye!" You turn around and leave the room with haste, and once you're finally alone in the elevator, with the doors closed and already moving towards the ground floor, you break down.

It's hard to stop the tears from flowing, the overwhelming sadness completely taking over you, and you feel every piece of you ache. It shouldn't hurt this much. He didn't say he didn't love you. He simply said you're suffocating.

It's not that bad.

Is it?

You realise that Chris is right; you are smothering. You've always been the clingier one in the relationship, and maybe it's time to take a step back and stop being so keen on spending time with your boyfriend.

Maybe you should simply let him initiate whatever outings he wants, whenever he has time, and you'll see to your hobbies and occupy your mind with something else but him.

You get home and join a class right away. You don't even notice what you've clicked on.

Pottery, apparently.

Whatever.

This will do.

~

"She still hasn't texted me."

"Hm? What did you say, Hyung?" Han raises his head from his notebook. They've been working on a new song for a few hours now, and whenever Jisung writes lyrics, he gets completely absorbed in them, not noticing anything else.

"I said, she still hasn't texted me. How many hours has it been since she left for her shift?" Chan asks uneasily. You've always texted him to let him know you're safe, so this felt completely out of character for you.

"Maybe she just forgot." Jisung shrugs.

"Have you tried calling her?" Changbin asks.

"Yeah, I did... she won't pick up either."

As he answers this, Chan's breath hitches in his throat. What if something happened? What if you've had an accident, or fell and hit your head, or- it was already pretty dark out when you left.

Why the fuck did he let you go alone? He should've taken you to the restaurant himself.

Fuck, why are you still working there anyway? He's told you time and time again that he can take care of you while you search for a job in your field. He knows how hard you've worked for your diploma and how disappointed you've been after searching for months on end with no results.

Why didn't you want to take him up on the offer? That would mean all the free time in the world, and more importantly, no night shifts.

"I'm sure she's fine, Hyung." Changbin puts a comforting hand on Chan's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "But if you're that worried, you could go to the restaurant. It's not far from here anyway."

"Is that okay?" He asks anxiously.

"Yeah. We can manage just fine for a couple hours, don't worry."

With a short nod, Chan stands up and grabs his coat.

"You're just as clingy as her." Jisung chuckles slightly. "Message us when you're there."

"Will do!"

~

Chris runs hastily to the elevator and clicks on the button for the underground parking lot, then hurries to his car. The ride to the restaurant is less than 10 minutes long, and he curses once more for not taking you himself.

He couldn't even spare 10 minutes for you.

Fuck.

He's definitely never felt shittier...

... until he reaches the restaurant, goes inside, and sees that you're nowhere in sight.

"Chris? Oh, hi! I almost didn't recognise you with your cap on. What are you doing here?" A girl approaches him with a large smile.

"Jia? I thought you weren't working tonight?" He stares at the girl in front of him in confusion.

"Yeah, I am." The girl replies, just as confused.

"Oh... is Aera here?"

"No, she's working day shifts this month. Hasn't she told you?"

"She did, I just thought... whatever, nevermind." Chan waves his hand and smiles. "Thanks."

"You didn't have a fight, did you?" Jia asks with a worried expression on her face.

Chan didn't know. Did you?

"... no, we didn't. Thank you, Jia. Have a nice shift!" He waves and leaves the restaurant, and as soon as he's back in the car, he takes his phone out to call you again, when he notices a text.

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Sorry Channie, it's been chaotic at work, and I couldn't check my phone until now. I forgot to text you to let you know all's okay. I got there safe <3

~

He freezes.

You lied. You've never lied to him before.

Why?

He decides not to call your bluff and plays along. You surely have a reason to lie to him, and he wants you to come forward yourself instead of having to confront you.

You're safe. That's all that matters.

Or that's what he's trying to tell himself, although doubts start running rampant in his mind. Your behaviour today has been weird, ever since you came to the studio. You avoided eye contact, you invented an excuse to leave after not even 20 minutes, you lied that you're going to the restaurant, and you haven't even messaged him to let him know you've gotten there, or home, or wherever the heck you've gone, safely.

With a sigh, he starts the engine and drives back to the studio.

~

"Babe, can you give me some water, please?" Chan asks in a quiet voice as he's trying to perfect a beat he's been working on. It's 2AM already, and he's growing tired.

When you don't answer, he asks something again, this time in a whisper.

"Did you fall asleep?"

There's still no answer coming from you, so he turns his chair around to see you, and then the realisation hits him.

You're not there.

In fact, he can't even remember the last time you've come to the studio to keep him company.

He noticed that ever since that night you lied to him, you've been acting strange. You no longer text him unless he texts you first; you don't initiate any dates or activities with him; and most importantly, you're never there.

He misses you.

Did you fall out of love? Are you trying to let him down slowly by spending less and less time with him?

Shit, he never expected love to hurt as much as it does. Your absence hurts.

He grabs his phone to text you, hoping that you're not asleep. It takes you 12 minutes to reply. 12 minutes that passed by agonisingly slowly, but he's at least grateful you actually replied. Waiting until morning would've been torture.

As soon as he sees your text, he calls you.

"Yeah?" You reply, your voice small. You always sound like this when you've just woken up.

Fuck, when was the last time Chan woke up next to you?

"Sorry, babe, did I wake you up?"

"Mhm. What's wrong?"

"I just- can I come over?"

"Now?" You reply, still sounding asleep.

"Yeah. I really want to see you."

"You have a key though..." You yawn. "... why ask me?"

"... I know. I'll be there in 10 minutes, okay?"

"Mkay."

Chan makes his way to the parking lot and checks his wallet, phone, and the keys to your place a hundred times. When he's sure he has everything, he starts driving. He usually loves late–night drives, but his heart is now ridden with anxiety, which makes it completely unpleasant .

In front of your door, he contemplates once more using your key. He used to use it and come over all the time, but he's been so stumped with work as of late that he can't even remember when the last time he's been here was.

The apartment is quiet and dark, so he does his best to not disturb the peace as he walks hesitantly through the hallway until the bedroom.

The lights are turned off in the bedroom as well, and you're now fast asleep again. Still, he comes behind you and spoons you; he lets his face come close to your head and takes in your familiar scent as he hugs you.

"You're home?" You ask quietly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine." You yawn again.

"I missed you so much." He whispers, and you hum.

"Mhm. I missed you too."

"Do you... still love me?"

"What?" You ask, your voice audibly more awake now. "Of course I still love you, Channie. What kind of question is that?"

"You've been so... distant lately. You don't even come over anymore."

"Look who's talking." You chuckle slightly. "When's the last time you've been here?"

"... you're right. But..."

"I'm sorry." You whisper, feeling yourself on the verge of crying again. "I do still love you, but... I was suffocating you. Maybe it's better that we spend less time together now."

"What?" Chan sits up on the bed, leaving you feeling empty and your back cold. You sit up as well and turn on your lamp, and looking at his face breaks your heart. His eyes are glistening with tears, matching yours like a mirror.

"You... you said you feel suffocated by me... I know I'm too clingy, so..."

"Wait! No... When- when did I say that to you?" He frowns. "Maybe I've just-"

"To me?" You smile bitterly, cutting him off. "Never. But you told Jisung how suffocating I am and how you sometimes just want time on your own, so... I'm giving you that."

As soon as he hears your words, he remembers. He had one conversation about this with Jisung, which he realised was bullshit anyway when he noticed how much he thinks about you and how lonely he feels when you're not there.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't even bother denying it, Chris. I heard it."

You look away as you feel like starting to cry again, and tears start falling immediately after. Fuck, it's pathetic, really.

"Aera, look at me, please. I didn't mean to deny it..." He pleads with you, but it's hard to listen to him and raise your head. It's so damn hard to see him.

When Chris sees you won't budge, he doesn't know what to do. You're crying and shaking, and it's all because of him. He's hurt you.

He thinks about how he could make it better and decides to hug you tightly.

"Baby, look... I did say that, and I'm truly sorry. I was so, so wrong. Yes, you are clingy, but fuck, I don't want it any other way. I've missed you so much these past weeks."

You stand silent and just listen to him.

"I kept turning my chair around to look at you and you were never there. I kept checking my phone but there were no messages from you. I didn't even know if I could still use the key you gave me, or if you're not comfortable with that anymore..."

"Channie, how can you even think that?" You cry out, and he hugs you tighter. "This is your home too."

"I'm truly sorry... I've been up in my ass with work and neglected you completely, and only realised how much I need you by my side when you were gone..."

"Yeah." You whisper.

"Are we going to be fine...?"

"... Yeah, we are. Just... please tell me if it gets too much, mhm?"

"It won't." He kisses your forehead as he smiles slightly. "Thank you for forgiving me. But Aera, you know? You also lied to me." He chuckles. "You didn't have any shifts that night."

"I'm sorry... I was hurt, and- wait, how do you know that?"

"I went to the restaurant to check on you, and Jia was really confused to see me there." He lets go of you and grabs your face with his hands, running his thumb over your cheeks and wiping away all the tears.

"I just... felt so horrible. Hearing you say that I'm suffocating you was like a punch in the gut. I'm so sorry I was too clingy."

He shakes his head and presses his lips against yours.

"Please be clingy from now on. I thought it felt suffocating, but I actually got so used to the warmth of your attention, that being without it felt utterly depressing. So, please, keep clinging to me."

"... okay." You nod.

"And please come by and spend time with me in the studio again, hm? What about tomorrow evening? We can have dinner together, and then you can come hang out with me. If you want to, of course."

"Oh, actually-" She chuckles slightly, "I can't have dinner with you tomorrow, sorry. I can come after 9 to the studio, though."

"Why?" He tilts his head.

"Well, you see...?" You rub your nape, "I have a pottery class from 7:30."

"Pottery?" Chan laughs in disbelief. "When did that happen?"

"When I decided to fill my days with something else to keep me from thinking about you all the time." You smile sadly, and he pouts.

"But I want you to think about me all the time. I also think about you all the time."

"The pottery class will last for a few more weeks, so you'll have to make do." You poke his nose playfully, and he is quick to scrunch it.

"You're punishing me." He kisses you again. "Do you like making pottery?"

"Honestly? I'm shit at it." You say, and both of you burst out laughing.

"I didn't ask you if you're a pro or not. Only if you enjoy it."

"Mhm... I think I do." You smile.

"That's amazing. Show me what you've worked on."

You excitedly grab your phone and show him all the photos and videos you've taken in the past few weeks, explaining the techniques you've learned and how much you've been struggling to keep up with the class, and Chris listens attentively.

By the time you're done talking, it's almost 5 AM, and both of you are barely able to keep your eyes open.

"So, now that we're okay, should we head to sleep?" You ask, and Chris caresses your arm gently.

"Yeah. Let's sleep. Good night, my love."

"Good night."

He kisses the back of your head, and you both fall into a deep, restful slumber.

~The End~

[runnning-outof-time]

Sentimental | Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Request: yes by @midnightswithdearkatytspb

Pairing: Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader

Summary: It's (Y/N) Shelby's wedding day, and her father has to make sure she has one last thing before he walks her down the aisle. She's never seen him be so sentimental about something before.

Warnings: just a bunch of pre-wedding fluff, mention of a death of a minor character

Word Count: 2227

A/N: it’s been a bit since I’ve written a daughter!reader story….I hope this one makes sense, and I’m sorry if I got a little too sappy on it haha. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

"Right, love...you're all finished," Polly said to her grand niece as she finished doing up the final button on the younger woman's wedding dress.

"Thanks, aunt Pol," (Y/N) smiled, taking one last look at herself in the mirror before she turned to face the older woman. "Can you believe the day is finally here?" she asked, a giddy smile present on her face.

Though she was an aunt by blood, Polly Gray was more so like a mother in the eyes of (Y/N) Shelby. The woman who held the title of mother in (Y/N)'s life passed away shortly after childbirth due to the complications and conditions she found herself in. The Shelby's took little (Y/N) in, raising her in their tight knit family. Polly stepped up the most to help, feeling thankful for this opportunity after her son and daughter had been taken away months earlier.

Tommy, (Y/N)'s father, was thankful for his aunt taking it upon herself to fill the void that his daughter had, a void that he knew she would feel for the rest of her life. He wouldn't have been able to come out and ask for the help, and so he was grateful that Polly knew he needed it. Hell, he was young himself - only being a few days shy of twenty when his daughter entered the world. But now this child needed him, and he was going to do everything that he could to give her the world.

Even though her father married, and then re-married, (Y/N) stayed close with Polly, thankful that she had her as a constant in her otherwise rapidly changing life. She couldn't imagine any other person helping her get ready for her wedding.

"I can," Polly answered, looking at the young woman before she pulled her into her body for a hug. "You've grown into such a beautiful, young woman, and I already know you'll make the best bride," she whispered into (Y/N)'s ear, her words making (Y/N) hug onto her even tighter.

"You're already the most beautiful bride," another voice that came from the dressing room's door made the two women seperate.

"Aunt Ada!" (Y/N) exclaimed, her eyes lighting up once they fell on the woman in the doorway, "come in quickly, before James sees me!" she waved her aunt in, worried that her soon-to-be husband would be lurking in the hallways.

"Don't worry about that," Ada brushed her off, entering the room and closing the door as she spoke, "I'm pretty sure the cheering that I heard from his dressing room means that he won't be leaving it any time soon...until it's time to walk down the aisle, that is," she added, a grin forming on her face. (Y/N) shook her head, rolling her eyes at her aunt's words. "I have something for you," Ada announced then, lifting up the small box she was holding, "two things, actually,"

"What are they?" (Y/N) asked, eagerness present in her voice as she watched Ada open up the box she'd brought.

"The first is the veil that I promised you..." Ada started off, working on taking the piece of fabric out of the box while she was talking, "I know you mentioned you wanted the floral accents on it as well, so I tried hard to add as many as I could while I was making it," she explained as she handed it over to (Y/N), letting the younger woman unfold it so that she could take all of it in.

"It's absolutely beautiful, aunt Ada! Thank you so much!" she gasped once she was able to look at it in its entirety. (Y/N) knew that she needed to have her aunt make her veil for her from the moment she found out about her crafty side. Seeing it now, she was sure that she'd never put her eyes on a veil as beautiful as this one.

"Shall we put it on?" Polly suggested, making (Y/N) turn to look at her. All that the younger woman was able to respond with was a giddy nod, but it was enough for the older two women to begin working on making sure that it was properly pinned to her head. "It’ll be draped over your face once you're ready to walk down the aisle," Polly added once they'd finished making sure that it was sitting correctly.

"It's beautiful," (Y/N) swooned, turning around to look at herself in the mirror again, admiring the full wedding look.

"I have something else too," Ada spoke again, drawing attention to her as she went about opening the bag that she had with her.

"Ada you didn't have to..." (Y/N) trailed off, overwhelmed by the amount of love she was being shown.

"I brought you the 'something new', so I decided that I'd also bring you the 'something old' too," she started off, producing a pair of older-looking, nude colored heels from her bag, "do you remember these?" she asked the younger woman then, an excited look forming on her face as she waited intently for a response.

(Y/N) just about gasped when she saw the shoes. "No...those can't be..." she trailed off, at a loss for words at the moment.

"They are," Ada confirmed, her grin growing, "the exact shoes that you literally begged me to wear when you were younger."

"I can't believe you still have them!" (Y/N) was still in disbelief.

"I nearly spent a day rooting for them in my closet," Ada remarked with a laugh as the women moved over to the couches so that (Y/N) could try them on. "I knew I had to find them though," she added, waiting anxiously to see her niece try them on.

"Do you think they'll fit?" (Y/N) questioned, slightly hesitant to slip her feet into them.

"Guess there's only one way to find out," Ada answered, nodding at the shoes then.

She was right. (Y/N) looked between the two women before she slipped her feet into the shoes, holding her breath while she did it. She only let it out when she found that they fit practically perfectly on her feet.

"How are they?" Polly questioned.

"Perfect," (Y/N) responded, a wide smile present on her face as she looked at the other women again. "I can't believe you're letting me use these, aunt Ada," she then turned to the brown haired woman sitting next to her.

"I couldn't think of anyone better to have them," Ada smiled back, wrapping her arms around (Y/N) in a tight hug. "Don't mess up the make up!" she exclaimed once they pulled away, quickly reaching for some tissue so that she could dry (Y/N)'s eyes.

"This seems to be the perfect time to give you this as well..." Polly began, coming over to where (Y/N) was standing with something in her hands.

"Oh no not you now too, Pol!" (Y/N) blubbered, completely overwhelmed with emotion at the moment.

Polly didn't listen to her and instead opened her hand to reveal a bracelet that had blue gemstones encased between the gold band.

"Something blue?" (Y/N) questioned, looking from the bracelet back to her great aunt, her eyes already watering again. Polly only nodded, a smile present on her face as she came closer to (Y/N). The younger woman knew what to do, holding out her wrist so that her aunt could clasp the bracelet onto it. "It's absolutely beautiful, Polly," she whispered, too overcome by emotion to fully trust her voice at the moment. "Thank you, both, so, so much," she added, looking at both Polly and Ada, who each sent smiles back.

"Now you're ready to be married," Ada commented, glancing over at the clock then, "and it's just about time for the ceremony to start."

"It is time," another voice broke into the conversation, making the three women look over at the doorway.

"How long have you been here, Thomas?" Polly questioned, eyeing her nephew as she wondered when he managed to slip into the room without them noticing.

"Long enough," he gave one of his usual, ambiguous answers, but this time there was no hint of the impatience that he usually spoke it with. No, today Tommy Shelby was standing in the doorway smiling.

"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" Polly turned to (Y/N) to check.

"I am," (Y/N) gave an assured nod, a smile present on her face as she looked back at her father.

"Pol, you and I should head out and make sure our seats are still open," Ada stated, placing her hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before she grabbed her bag and made her way to the door.

"It's going to be wonderful," Polly whispered to (Y/N), pulling her in for one last hug before she went and joined her niece at the door. She whispered something to Tommy, something that (Y/N) couldn't hear, before she and Ada exited the dressing room.

"Ready?" Tommy asked (Y/N) once they were alone.

"Ready as I'll ever be," (Y/N) answered, letting out a breath then as the excited jitters started to build up in her stomach. A smile returned to her features as she walked over to her father. "Let's go," she said, nodding her head as she spoke.

"I have one last thing to give to you," Tommy stated, making her stop in her tracks.

"What's that, dad?" she asked, her brows furrowing together.

"I've been wearing this since the day that she left..." he started off, undoing the top button of his dress shirt so that he'd have an easier time taking off the gold necklace he was wearing. When he did get it off, (Y/N) saw that there was a locket on it as well. "This was my mum's. The flower on the front represents strength. The pictures on the inside are worn out, but the flower's still present, so I wear it for strength," he shared some details behind the necklace he wore everyday, holding it out for her to see it better. "I want you to wear it today," he finished his statement with a suggestion, one that (Y/N) was quickly nodding in agreement too. She'd never seen him be so sentimental about something before, and so she was honored to be able to borrow and wear it for the day.

Tommy smiled at her answer before he moved over and clasped the necklace around her neck. "It's pretty, dad," she commented as she got an even better look at the intricately designed locket.

"Your grandmum had good taste," he answered her, his words making her look up to see that he was trying hard to keep the tears back.

"If you start crying, I'll start crying," she told him, her words making him chuckle.

"I won't," he promised her.

A smile formed on (Y/N)'s face and she glanced down at the locket one last time before closing the gap and hugging her father tightly. "Thank you, dad," she whispered, trying her best to hold her tears back as he held onto her equally as tight.

"It's time," one of the ushers entered the room to announce.

"Ready?" Tommy asked his daughter as they pulled away from each other.

"So ready," she answered with a wide smile. "You ready?" she turned the question back onto him.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he answered with a smile of his own, one that (Y/N) wished she could take a picture of and keep forever. She'd never seen her father smile so much.

"Let's go then," (Y/N) nodded, walking to the door with her father by her side.

They were led to where the doors that opened to the main room of the church were. As they got closer, (Y/N) could hear the music that was being played as everyone prepared for her entrance. The butterflies started fluttering like crazy as she and Tommy stopped at the closed doors. In just moments, she'd be brought down the aisle to the man who would be her husband.

Tommy couldn't help but look at his daughter as they waited for the signal to go. He still couldn't believe that today was her wedding day, and that in just a few moments he'd be walking her down the aisle. James was a good man (he'd made sure of that) a man who had promised to take care of (Y/N) until his last day. As much as he didn't want to let her go, he knew he had to. She'd grown up right in front of him and become a young woman, who he was so immensely proud of.

"Ready, dad?" his daughter's question pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he used the same answer that he'd given her in the dressing room, his response making her giggle.

"Don't let me fall," she whispered to him then, taking his outstretched arm, wrapping hers around it.

"Never," he promised her, sending her a wink and a small smile before the doors opened and they took their first step down the aisle.

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[sexyslut033]

Employee Relations

I'd been at the company of my dreams for 18 months before everything fell apart.

I'd grown up with a strongly misogynistic father who wouldn't let my mother work, and tried to stop me from going to college. That's why when I found the feminist magazine, my life changed. I was able to find strong role models for a striving, intellectual life. Once I got to college I majored in women's studies, and managed to secure a dream job at the magazine that changed my life after graduation.

They had a small staff, so I was brought on as the executive assistant for the company's trailblazing founder, Cate Farmer. It wasn't writing yet, but it gave me firsthand involvement in a project which I valued more than anything else, and she quickly became mentor and friend. I felt more than ever that I had finally escaped the oppressive ideology of my father. Then the collapse.

I walked into work on the worst day of my life ready for a new day of striving to make the world better, though the presence of more cars in the parking lot than ever before did confuse me. When I entered, the office was in chaos. I found one of the copy editors, Natasha, and only subconsciously noticed the normally-icy girl was wearing a bit of makeup before she gave me the news. Cate had been ousted by the board of directors after having been found to have embezzled a fortune from our investors.

I barely had time to process the betrayal and mourn the loss of my mentor before Natasha lowered her voice conspiratorially.

"The board have put in one of their own. I only saw him for a second, but he was ~really cute~."

The comment was completely out of left field. I'd been fairly certain Natasha was a lesbian, if not out of natural attraction then out of sheer refusal to engage with the masculine sex. Yet here she was, gossiping about our new boss' looks, and giggling like a schoolgirl about it? Before I could interrogate the strange behavior, however, a handsome young man in a pressed suit put his hand on my arm. "You're Sammy, right?"

I flinched at his touch, and said poisonously, "I'm Sam, yeah, why?"

The young man merely smiled bemusedly, frustratingly handsome. "Well, you are the assistant to the CEO, aren't you?"

I looked at him, bewildered. "Yeah, obviously."

"Well then I think you're about 20 minutes late, so you should probably cut it with the indignation and go make an appearance. Rick is waiting for you in his office."

Everything about the interaction was off putting. Under Cate, we'd never been worried about petty details like the time the workday started. The way that the man spoke so possessively, though, about our space and our time, in this holy temple of feminist self-actualization, nearly made me sick. He snapped me out of my shock and back into fury, if at least more functional fury, by tapping his watch condescendingly. Even as I stalked away angrily, though, I thought about how annoyingly handsome he was. -Its always been maddening, my weakness for alpha corporate types.-

This thought once more stopped me in my tracks. I didn't have a weakness for corporate alpha types. The only boyfriend I'd ever had was a shy poet. I found men like that revolting. And yet I couldn't deny it. My heart (and something) else was fluttering, I noted in indignation, as I thought about his easy confidence, his natural condescension for my weak female mind. Before I could interrogate this even more concerning thought, however, I found myself stepping into 'Rick's' office.

"Uh, Rick?" I said, awkwardly. His chair was turned away from the door, though I could smell his cologne already. Inconsequentially I noted the room had already been redesigned. A commanding, earthen, overwhelmingly masculine voice issued "Mr. Harding to you. You are 23 minutes late." The voice crashed over me in waves, reducing me nearly to a puddle immediately. Every smart comment I had thought up to cut down his male arrogance melted, and I said, nearly in tears, "I'm so sorry Mr. Harding, it wont happen again."

"Sir."

This made my knees buckle from its force, and I whimpered "I'm so sorry Mr. Harding sir, I wont disappoint you again." The sheer authority in his voice seemed to work its way not only into the control center of my brain but to drift south, pulling aside my plain panties and tickling my cunt. -I've never called it a cunt before- I thought, blankly.

"Sit." Mr. Harding turned around and I was captivated. He was the pinnacle of pure masculinity. Strong lines defined his face, his eyes betrayed immediate contempt for me and everything I believed in. "So you are my absent secretary," he said, dismissively.

"Personal assistant," I choked out against the force of his disdain.

"You are my office girl. You answer my phones and complete my commands. You are a secretary. Personal assistants, like Jared who you met earlier, require decisive independence, competence. I wouldn't trust an air headed girl like you to do that job." Something deep inside me tried in vain to rebel against his assessment. However, his voice and looks seemed to clear the virgin land of my brain, throwing up new buildings and roads with ease, generating new pathways and ideas in an instant. I was an airhead. I knew it. That's why I worked as a secretary. Real jobs were for organized, ambitious types. -Men- I thought, quietly. The force of realization left me dazed on the chair, head back, legs open for him to see my -boring- panties.

"Lucky for you, being my secretary is a very important position." I stirred at the comment, trying and failing to meet those jet black eyes. "You help keep morale up by looking sexy and being helpful. You may be a vapid party girl who can't handle serious office work, but you're great at filling coffee, prancing around the office in those skyscraper heels and miniskirts. Everyone loves it when you lean over their desks, revealing that hot cunt you wouldn't dare to cover up. You know your pussy and your body are your value. But as long as you look hot, we're happy to keep you around."

At that point, the identity shattering force of the speech made me black out. When I came to, I was in a fashionable bar somewhere. Mr. Harding sat across from me, eyes roving hungrily over the low-cut dress I discovered I was wearing. Everywhere his eyes fell tingled pleasurably. I smiled vapidly, and he nodded to the goblet of champagne before me. "Drink up slut, that's worth more than you are." I giggled thoughtlessly.

These days going to work is always a blast. I love it when Mr. Harding fucks me over the desk first thing in the morning. The office always has cute boys around to give me attention throughout the day, even if I have to complete with the rest of my slut squad. That's ok though, any girl who gets fucked over a desk is doing their part to keep the office running. These days the office mostly creates tiktok content promoting right wing politics. We model in the videos, and get to show off our hot bodies for men all over the world. I also keep up my personal tiktok page when we're not recording for the company, which totally blew up a couple months ago, though these days I'm focusing more on my onlyfans. I have a special deal on there for any young girls who wants to learn how to be better sluts. I know my dad has my mom on that plan. She's looking super hot and fuckable these days!

I love my life.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

straight from the books | masterlist

It had started with her small comments from the moment they began their friendship at the age of sixteen.

The Hughes had just moved in next door, the two youngest Hughes having been sent on yet another run to the car for boxes when Jack had heard the first one.

"When I have a boyfriend, he's going to hold my hand Han. Not shy away from it like my dad does my mom."

The statement was sadder than he was sure she wanted to be heard by outside ears, but it was the first time he had heard those words.

When I have a boyfriend...

It was a week later when his mom decided fate wasn't on her children's side and that it was time for her and the neighbor she had befriended to unite their children.

He came to learn that the girl he'd heard on the phone was actually his age to the day, a fact the two bonded over while her older brother spent time with his, his younger being sat by her side as if she were his sibling instead.

A month later, he started to jot them down in his phone because "any guy that comes along is not going to know where to start if you never write anything down."

A year later? Jack realized that the idea of another guy being the one she checks against the ever-growing list made him angrier than any cross-check. She should be checking him against the list, he had decided.

Five years later, he still had not made a move on this realization, and the list that was once started as a joke was nearing an absurd amount of requirements.

"Jack, it's just impossible."

"It's not impossible, you just have a lot of requirements," Is the boy's carefully worded response, his head never turning to face me from where he stands at the pingpong table, brother Luke across from him in a battle that has managed to last half an hour.

"Having a lot of requirements is never a bad thing," the younger Hughes is the one to chime. "Isn't that what you've always told me?"

"It is, and I'm glad you've been paying attention Lu."

"How can I not when a beautiful woman offers to teach me the ways of beautiful women?" Is his cheeky response, taking just a second away from his game to wink dramatically.

It's sudden, and unexpected, that the ping pong ball hits Luke straight in the head, the sudden hit making the boy jump back, hand on his forehead as I can't help but laugh, spotting the bright red circle already forming.

"Sorry," Jack's voice calls, although rather than sounding apologetic, his voice is filed with pride, a slight smirk on his face that indicates it was less than an accident.

Luke grumbles something, face lighting a red color as he drops his paddle to the table. "Kay, it's your turn. I'm done being on the other end of this guys wrath. He's nicer to you," Are the youngers final words, taking off to hall and out of the game room.

"Do you want to play?" Jack's eyes are soft, a lot softer than when he was looking at his brother, and it brings me back to something his mom said to me over coffee the other morning.

"Oh don't be silly Kayla, Jack would hang the stars and the moon for you."

But that isn't normal for best friends is it?

But when have we ever simply acted like best friends?

"Sure, as long as you won't be too distracted by my mad game," It's banter, banter we've had since the start. But it's as I rise from the sofa where I had plopped myself earlier, simply in my swim suit from the day and an old Devils tee I stole off Jack his first year in the league, that everything about this room feels different for the first time in seven years.

Jack's response is a mumble, something I hardly hear other than "not that I" and "distracted", the indication of which launching my heart into over drive.

Why must this have been the morning that Ellen decided to mention how different Jack treats me? All through the day it has sat in the back of my head, analyzing every day since Ellen first said, "These are my sons Quinn, Jack and Luke. Your mom and I realized you and Jack have the same birthday, so we have a feeling you two will get along."

She had a smirk that day.

Sixteen year old me should have run.

"Hey, anyone in there?" Oh shit, I'm just standing here.

"Yeah, yeah, just was thinking back to breakfast with your mom," Is the reasoning I give, but his eyes are on me, and I'm finding a hard time continuing with anything closer to a lie.

His chuckle gives me hope that he'll further drop this conversation, but his head is shaking and hair swooping, "You and my mother need to spend less time together."

"Absolutely not! Ellen is my favorite Hughes and that should be well known by now," The comment one I've had to repeat through the years, now warranting a simple smile. "Let's just get this game going before I abandon you for your mother."

His brows rise, skepticism in every wrinkle of his face, "You could never, you love me too much," he's confident of this, of course he is. He is Jack Hughes after all. And I remember this as he starts our volley, bodies setting into a rhythm after years of this game.

But that doesn't change the fact I need to think of a come back.

"Well, as if you could really get rid of me if you tried." Nailed it.

"Who says I ever want to?"

I'm well aware that the ball goes zinging past me, landing somewhere on the floor nearby, but the only thing I can bring myself to care about right now is what has come out of this boys mouth.

"You never want to get rid of me?"

His eyebrows are up again, and a soft but knowing smile is lighting is lips as he leans forward against the pong table, muscles tightening in his upper arm. "I know you talked to my mom this morning."

I can't control the ways my eyes grow slightly, "I always talk to your mom."

"Kayla," Oh no, first name, "I know she pointed out how I feel about you. You don't have to pretend the conversation didn't happen. You've been weird all day."

"I haven't been weird, I've just been quiet. In my head, as some would say," I offer, not entirely admitting to anything.

Blame life on Ellen ✔️

"That's weird for you," He's sure of this as if it's written in stone. "You're a certified yapper, as you love to tell Quinn."

I can't take this. "Jack, please get where you're going. I feel like I do when your boys chirp me."

The smile is washed from his face, hands meeting his hair and running through it as he groans.

"I'm not trying to chirp you Kay, I'm trying to tell you I have feelings for you!" His voice is raised, but theres no aggression there. His eyes are sincere, more sincere than I've ever seen him.

And as a smile slowly comes to my face, his smile grows as well, larger than on his draft day as he starts to round the table.

"I need you to tell me if that's your 'I'm burning the world down' smile or your 'i adore you' smile you use on babies," Jack requests, hands hesitantly reaching for my hips, resting gently as his thumbs rub over the waist of my bottoms.

"I think we can consider this my Jack smile," I return, smiling up at the equally smiling man in front of me. "Have you never noticed? This smiles reserved for you."

"Can I keep it forever?"

"It's always been yours."

How did it take me 7 years to realize the man right in front of me checked every box?

[vultursvolans]

okay, since i've already hinted who i'm thinking of jiyan) how about you drop some info on him for once c:

what made you pay special attention to him? what made you fall for another? (physical, emotional, whatever)

who made the first move?

how did all the firsts with jiyan happen?

i'm kicking my feet at this ask because he's so fine and i have been silently watching you fall deeper and deeper >:)

okay so for a bit of context, my wuwa insert is a midnight ranger who originates from mingting, the capital of huanglong. i was a part of their military force before transferring to the midnight rangers in jinzhou. i quickly work my way up to be vanguard captain, all while jiyan is the general ofc :]

1. a relationship between leaders in our line of work is highly inappropriate, therefore, the attention i gave him was only ever professional. THEREFORE, we’re a slowburn. as vanguard captain, i constantly report to jiyan and (fortunately) work in close proximity with him which means i’m exposed to his breaks of character more often. 🥺 overtime, i begin to see my general in a new light for this exact reason. the first i felt my heart squeeze was when i saw a nurse bandaging a cut on his arm and he accidentally fell asleep for 3 seconds in his seat due to exhaustion. another time was when i was sparring with him and i was only able to get a hit in bc he purposely misstepped to avoid crushing a patch of flowers. they’re not groundbreaking but that definitely made me more curious about the softer side of him. i think that’s why i fall for him: because underneath his duties and obligations, he’s a very empathetic and selfless man. he also doesn’t shy away from being vulnerable. our trope is ‘i fell first, he fell harder’ and i think he’d fall for me bc 🥺 i think i could bring out the side of him that lets him relax and have fun, be a bit more selfish without guilt, the side that allows him to rely on others a bit more. he talks about his death a lot, but i’ll be there to remind him that people need him to stay alive too 🥺 he canonically has no clue where to go for entertainment in jinzhou so maybe he learns to enjoy the little pleasures in life again. he once did! but that was long ago…

(bonus: i have a personal hc that he’s not inexperienced with romance but he gets very awkward when he starts to pursue me lololl)

2. ermmm hmmm who made the first move? me unintentionally. him intentionally. like i said we’re slow burn so by the time we get together, many moves have already been made (we’re just blind to it or pretend to be). i won’t be outright flirty but i joke around with him when we’re comfortable enough and maybe this’ll lead to me unintentionally slipping a comment that sticks with him. perhaps i’ll half jokingly tell him i find it difficult to believe he’s not married because he possesses the demeanour of a devoted husband, which leaves jiyan thinking ‘what did she mean by that???’ for the rest of the day LOLL. and with him, he makes the first move by taking advantage of his general status. he stations me nearby his areas and maybe even decides to patrol with me even when he’s technically off the clock. if i get injured, he checks up on me personally even though we have a whole team of medics.

3. i’ll only be answering for our first kiss today bc everything else needs a bit more thought 👉👈 and this is already so long orz. so our first kiss was initiated by me and is actually what became the catalyst for finally becoming official. it’s dramatic as fuck too LMAO. okay so it happens when our troops are on an extremely high-risk mission which turns critical very fast. we end up separating from our units, so it’s just him and i until a final battle breaks out with the enemies. it’s a tough one. although we emerge victorious but only by the skin of our teeth bc jiyan pulled some sacrificial bs (without warning me beforehand) and it nearly cost him his life. so i drag him away from the carnage, and when we’re finally somewhere safe, i get on my knees and check his throat for a pulse. there’s a weak beat but i feel relieved. i cover up the deep gash on his side and call him reckless and many other string of curses (he isn’t usually reckless, im still shocked at what he did!). to my utter disbelie, jiyan finds the strength to tighten his arm around my waist and sluggishly pull me closer as i’m patching him up. i keep berating him but eventually i end up hovering over his chest. he tries to say something like “i’m sorry” or “it won’t happen again” but before i can stop myself, i’m already leaning down, my forehead is pressed against his and our lips brush jshsbsjdhdjdhdbdjdjdn you could say that was me telling him i’m thankful he’s still alive. and we allow ourselves to continue like that for only a short while bc he’s still injured as hell 💀 later, when he’s eventually all healed up, he tells me he remembers everything and we have a conversation about what happens next (spoiler: we date!)

i hope ANY of this makes sense ???? LMAOO

[andcars]

[ 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦 ] Mondays in Monaco

premise. you're kind of an emotional gal. you've cried or felt stumped more times than you can count—but you can count five. those five in comparison to the one time that daniel needed help feels like a balance in your relationship. well, the start of a balance anyways.

tags #ㅤangst, hurt/comfort, daniel ricciardo exits formula one for the last time, emotional fluff, reading is a singer-songwriter but that's barely anything in the plot wc #ㅤ 1.9k

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| MASTERLIST⠀TAGLIST⠀PATREON GUIDE⠀MONDAYS IN MONACO

ONE

The credits rolled down the screen. The melancholic soundtrack fades into silence.  Tears streamed down your face with your head turned away from Daniel. Despite that, the man’s eyes have been more invested in watching you than the film. It's embarrassing because you think you've cried just about three times with this movie. Daniel, notedly, has smiled and giggled three times as well.

"Hey," he said, a grin killed into the tone of his voice. He pulled you into a hug, laughter spilling from him. "Come on now, don't be shy. It's okay to cry. It was a sad movie."

It was a sad movie. That was not the problem. The problem was that Daniel couldn't stop making fun of you. Your fist collides with his chest as you whine. Enchanté is now stained with your tears for a doomed family. “You’re mean!” you complain, “Absolutely heartless. Not even—not even once crying for the dad!”

“I did cry!” It's not obvious when he's still laughing.  "Heartless. Seriously heartless.” You feel his tattooed hand smoothen the creases on the back of your shirt, a comforting feeling as he moves you close. Your body pressed against his, the tease from his words nothing to the want to be in his arms. Despite all of it, you’re pulled into his lap and allowed to cry in peace.

TWO

It's never a surprise how ruthless the media can be. The headlines screamed at you from the screen: "Ricciardo's New Flame–Another Investment?"  The comments section was a sea of incels with their dicks dry and heart the Sahara.  Most of their comments are about how you're a distraction to him. Everything about you is a barrier to his first world championship.

You felt dread coiling in your stomach. Dating Daniel came with accepting that you won't be the only one who will. From male fans to female fans to children really, all of them will look at your boyfriend with stars in their eyes. You're nothing special. The distance closing between the two of you though, is a unique fragment of his and yours relationship.

Daniel found you scrolling through the articles, your face monochromatic. He immediately knew something was wrong. He sat beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.  "What is it?" he asked, his voice concerned. While you closed your phone, he already saw the large text.

He frowns as he pulls your phone down as if that will bury the news. "They just want to talk," he said, his voice firm. "It's like they don't get any entertainment from me going around in weird shapes every now and then." That makes you laugh. He likes that you've laughed.

Daniel does his best as he closes you in between his chest and the mattress.  "You're amazing," he said, your face in his hands. "No one can actually say no to you. If you're a distraction, then I would love to have my eyes on you anytime. Nothing else should matter."  His lips on yours are a big FUCK YOU to every journalist out there with nothing to do. You almost want to post it on his account.

THREE

Coming out of musical hibernation for months, you need to write something. Your job is fun. You get to work out all your problems and thoughts in a creative way. It can’t be a job when you enjoy it. However, you’d been staring at a blank page with white noise playing in your head.  Frustration gnawed at you. Your notebook, thick with words, suddenly pale and deficit of any good ideas.

Daniel, also a man who enjoys his job, gives you food. You’ve been holed up in your bedroom and he looks eager to pull you out. You’re proven right when he hums, asking,  "Writer's block?" 

You nodded, sighing.  "It's just… nothing's coming.  My head is still in summer break, basically."

He puts his hand over the notebook, "Sometimes," he starts, "you need a breath of fresh air. No offense but your apartment isn’t the best for any air or even natural sunlight to get in.”

True. Fuck New York, you guess.

So then he takes your hand and pulls you away from your hellhole. Privacy is a privilege but the two of you go outside like nothing matters. The city doesn’t have the best walking experience but you make do. His fingers lock with yours, and he gives you more ideas to write a song of emotions than you ever had in your notebook.

FOUR

Weeks apart, separated by continents, race schedules, and shootings, the world is distance has driven you wild. It has been agonizing. You’ve counted the days until the both of you could meet. When the clock has turned the last second, you’re waiting patiently in Nice for the sight of Daniel.

When the familiar curly head is seen at a distance away, your body feels lighter. You always tell yourself you can deal with the distance. But as he closes the much-hated distance between the two of you, your tears swell and suddenly you’re just a crybaby in his arms.

A huff leaves him as you bump into his chest. Like instinct, his arms wrap around your body. "I missed you so much," you sob, holding him tight as if to never let him go.

His embrace is more than familiar.  "I missed you too," he whispers, his stubbled jaw pressing against the top of your head, "Missed you so much."

You don’t think of yourself as overly emotional. However, is it that bad that your heart is a jar of emotions? You can’t forget him now that you’ve had him. Every second of your life has been left yearning for him. Daniel is a man that you don’t want out of your reach. It’s embarrassing and almost obsessive. It’s a comfort that you know he feels the same when he refuses to even let you shower alone when the two of you get to Monaco. 

FIVE

It’s something that was going to come sooner or later. You knew that. You’ve been excited about it for months and you’re not one to back out last minute. But as boxes clutter your apartment, there is a tug on your chest.  You were excited to finally move to Monaco with Daniel. It’s the next step of your relationship.  A pang of sadness tugged at your heart.  You were leaving your life in America, your friends, your family, everything familiar. You barely even got out of the state before you met Daniel.

He finds you sitting amidst the boxes, a dark expression over your just previously excited face. “Hey,” he greets, a smile forming for you to mirror, “Reminiscing?”

“Maybe,” you think about it again, “Yeah. I really am.” You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'm excited," you are, you one-hundred percent are, "but I'm also going to miss everything here."

Sentimentality is always a big trait in your soul. It matches Daniel’s own. He squeezes your hand, kissing it with the softness of his lips.  "It’s not like I’m whisking you away forever. We'll come back to visit," he promised. “You have your friends in Monaco to help you settle in. I’m sure my bed is very familiar with you as well," he smiles, dangling the idea of you relaxing in the comfort of your shared bedroom. 

"And besides," he’s adding with a grin, "you'll have me." That’s probably the only thing you’re going to need

PLUS ONE

Days. Weeks. It's been a topic in the media for months. Daniel and you haven't had a rest because no one wanted to fucking tell Daniel if he still had a job or not. You've skipped the days to spend time with Daniel. Not a single day passed without you tailing him. You're not quite sure how he would be if it wasn't for you ready to catch him.

On the day of the Singapore race, there's nothing on his face. He's gloomy as his entire body has all of the joy sucked out of him. Daniel isn't… Daniel isn't himself, but at the same time, this has been the most truthful he has ever been.

You think that he knows even a slight idea. Still, he doesn't tell you. But you know it from when he tells you to go back home first, go back to the hotel and prepare for a nice break just before Austin. The smile on his face was too pained to be real.

Daniel is found out on the starting line, just in front of where he started earlier. You don't think he registers you there until you're sat next to him. “I think Max is going to treat you out soon,” you tell him, startling him from his thoughts. “One extra point. Maybe it's going to be like Abu Dhabi again.”

It was also Daniel who witnessed that monumental moment. Fucking McLaren. “Maybe,” he says, voice cracking, “Maybe he will let me go easy on Padel?”

His eyes are glassy with tears. He's not crying but you see his red cheeks and the tiredness in his eyes. You've seen him at his best that you almost don't know what to do when he's at his lowest. You know him to be always in his best shape.

"Daniel," you pull him in, "it's going to be okay."

You see the exact moment he crumbles down. His head falls and you're carrying the weight of Daniel. He sobs into your arms and you want nothing but to wrap him until he feels safe. “It's not over,” he tells himself more than he tells you. “I'm still going to meet them. I still have more to give.”

“I know you do,” you coo, patting his back as he quivers. “You have so much more. It's not the end, Daniel. It's not the end.” 

His body is heavy with all the words being thrown at him the entire season. Washed. Weak. Past his prime. Daniel has been a strong man with how he's carried himself and you for the past year you've been dating. You don't think you've met a stronger man than him.

He goes quiet. You let the silence simmer but you just know his head is full of things. This is going to be the best you're going to do—

“Honestly, the movie we watched wasn't even that sad,” you tell him. He looks up at you, questioning. “I think I was just sad that the father couldn't return to his kid for a few times. Looking back, the plot would've been easily fixed if they had just talked in the beginning.”

He laughs, “You see my point? You're a softie.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

You tell him about the news articles, and the stupidity of journalists who report nothing but celebrity gossip. You tell him about the song you made after your stump, it being the catalyst of your now-fame. When the two of you cried at the airport, both of you laugh from how dramatic you two made it when it was only a month of not seeing each other physically. You two called every day. Moving in was probably the best moment in your life as well. You remember it so well.

He’s not crying but there's worry lines fading from his face still. “I think life is just about ending things,” you tell him, “a movie, a shitty relationship article, a writing block, a long distance relationship, and the past. There's always something more to look forward to.”

You cup his face, smiling up at him as you wipe the remains of his tears. “Hey, we can always go karting together. I'm sure their car is way better than the one you're driving now anyway.”

He laughs. The news comes out quickly and the both of you are in a karting area in New York. You don’t think you’ve seen him happier.

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FOOTNOTE ────── anddd here is another angsty for daniel ricciardo. man i miss him. hope he's having the time of his life but i do NOT want to watch f1 without him this season. ugh

[skunaskitten]

Yakuza Husband ch5

Paring: sukuna x femreader

Contains: smut, oral, soft sukuna, introducing gojo and pissing off sukuna

summary: You and sukuna are trying to fight the feelings for each other but it didn't last long, soon you realize you fell for him. You end up telling sukuna how you feel, for the moment you will just enhoy your life with him.

chapter4 ch5 chapter6

Over the next few days after that night of fully having sex with sukuna and when he asked if you wanted him, you got more comfortable around him, to a point where you would nuzzle against him on the couch when watching a movie or eating dinner. He still waited patiently for your answer if you wanted to fully commit to the relationship but you were still unsure. 

Were you really ready to commit a life of crime with him? Your thoughts ran with all the possibilities of what could go wrong but also you had what could go right with sukuna.

He is protective, sweet, charming, and sexy. But he is also dangerous, a killer and won't hesitate on doing what he wants.

Being lost in thought as you sat there at work petting one of the dogs, you slowly started to hear your name being called when you snapped out of thought. You looked over to see one of your friends you work with stare at you with a smile and say "hey y/n you listening?"

You gave her a smile then looked back at the dog laying beside you. "Oh yea I am fine, sorry just thinking."

She smirked and walked over saying "thinking about who."

You have a shy smile.

"A guy I've been seeing. It's complicated. And I am not sure if I want to be in a relationship with him because of who he is."

She sat down beside you and looked at you saying "is it about sukuna?"

You sighed and looked away. "Yes it's about him."

"Is he good to you? Like does he make you feel butterflies and bring you gifts. I mean you bought a cat for him that is more than just friends."

You looked at her thinking. 

"I mean he made me feel like a type of butterflies."

She giggled then said "did you two get in bed?"

She whispered as you blushed a little and held up two fingers looking at the dog who started to get up and walk away. Her eyes went wide and said "what you did it twice?! Woman just go out with the man already. You are already passed the friend zone."

On the way home you kept thinking about everything happening between you and sukuna and from what your friend told you. You thought it over and over again and when you got to your door you took a deep breath already making up your mind and having your answer for him.

When you walked through the door sukuna was standing there with a bag of trash in one hand and yuji in the other while a smirk formed on his face. You stared at his bare torso, he always has a habit of not wearing shirts.

"Hey sukuna."

"Hello sweetheart."

You closed the door and walked past him as he placed the bag down by the door and followed you. He can tell something is off about you. 

"What is wrong with you?"

You just smiled and went into the kitchen going through the fridge seeing what to have for dinner as you responded to him. "Nothing is wrong, I am just hungry. What are you in the mood for?"

Sukuna walked over to you and slid his body between you and the fridge then held yuji to you. "You better tell me what is wrong or I will force it out of you. Did someone hurt you? Is someone following closely? Tell me."

You took the kitten into your arms petting him and let out a sigh, "sukuna we need to talk."

He didn't like the sound of that, watching you walk over to the couch sitting down then he went over to sit next to you.

"Am I finally being thrown out?"

A smile formed on your face at his comment as yuji jumped out of your lap and ran around the couch. You took a deep breath and turned to face sukuna as he stared at you with a calm but alert expression.

"Sukuna. I am attracted to you. And I've been thinking about us and what you do and who you are."

You played with your hands squeezing them together as you looked away from his gaze as he sat listening closely and not saying a word.

"I thought about it all day being with you and having a relationship. If my mother can do it, so can I."

You looked back to him with a slight smile. "Sukuna, I will be your lover. But there are rules I am going to set."

He smirked and leaned in closer to you saying "I don't follow rules darling. But for you I will make an exception."

You crossed your arms. "One I don't not want to see anyone be killed around me, and I do not want to be involved in any killing. Two, no other women, I might break my first rule if I see women flirt with you or touch you, I am very possessive. Three, Just love me for who I am. And we have normal dates as well."

He moved closer to you and raised a hand to hold your chin between his fingers with a smirk on his face. "You are hot when you boss others around. I will accept your terms."

You couldn't help but to stare into his eyes and have a light blush on your cheeks.

Sukuna leaned in closer and pressed his lips to yours giving a soft but sensual kiss as if you just made a deal with the devil.

After the talk you helped sukuna make dinner while yuji stood on his shoulder watching.

"Hey sukuna do you always cook?"

He looked over to you then back to the pan cooking the meat.

"I cook when I feel like it. My family takes turns making dinner so we all know how to. I just do more portions for myself. I am not much of one to cook for a whole group of people."

You smiled while kneading the dough and asked "is that why you always cook for me?"

He chuckled looking at the dough saying "well if I don't cook you will starve. I see what you eat. All those packages of ramen and instant meals. Now that I am here you are going to eat right."

A wide smile formed on your face then moved closer to him nuzzling your cheek against his arm. He looked over at you raising an eyebrow and felt you place a kiss on his bicep. Sukuna could help the smile on his face and look away as you noticed him getting a slight blush.

"Kuna~. You're blushing."

"No I am not woman, you are just seeing things."

Yuji mowed and placed a paw across Sukuna's face, making you laugh.

He always made amazing dinner and it was just the two of you in the kitchen as he showed you how to wrap the bun shape around the pork. Sukuna made it look way too easy as you tried but it kept falling open. He just chuckled while helping you and placed kisses to your cheek.

When you both finished dinner you cuddled against sukuna on the couch wrapped in a blanket. He let you rest your head on his chest while laying back across the couch with a movie playing. He wasn't really paying attention, mainly he was staring at you and talking on the phone. He smiled seeing how peaceful you looked laying on top of him.

But what concerned sukuna was what gojo had told him over the phone they had been stalking the alley way trying to look for any signs. After the phone call you looked over at sukuna seeing his face filled with a bit of worry and anger.

“Sukuna you alright?”

He let out a sigh and looked at you then held your face in his hands.

“Sweetheart that alleyway where you found me, please do not walk down that way. Our enemies have been stalking the area. They are starting to realize that I was taken and still alive. Just stay away from that area, do you hear me?”

You gave him a nod and leaned up on him to press your lips to his then pulled away to give him a smile. “I promise I will stay away, I will just take the bus. All the way to the end of the street.”

He smirked and held your chin looking at you with a smirk plastered on his face. “Good girl.”

When going to bed sukuna stayed out on the couch to give you space but you had a hard time sleeping. You tossed and turned and kept checking the time every thirty minutes trying to get yourself to be tired, though your heart wanted to finally have someone by your side. Since you and sukuna are official, your mind starts to mess with your heart. Letting out a sigh you finally gave in as you got out of bed and wrapped a fuzzy blanket around you then walked out your room to sukuna. When you saw him already asleep on the couch. You gave a slight pout, you didn't want to wake him, so you turned around and about to walk away until you heard his voice. 

“Sweetheart, you need something?”

You froze in place and turned around to see him facing you with a tiered look on his face.

“I just….it feels lonely and cold in my room.”

Sukuna slid his legs off the couch and stood up, as he gave a tiered smile.. He walked over to you and wrapped an arm around you pulling you against him.

“Well shall we go to your room then.”

A blush filled your cheeks while feeling your body pressed against sukuna. The soft blanket felt warm against your skin and was the only thing between you and sukuna. His smirk widened as he looked at the blanket around you.

“Are you naked underneath that?”

His question made your cheeks warm up and you looked away to see his healing wound now becoming a scar.

“Maybe..”

Sukuna lets out a chuckle grabbing the edge of your blanket then pulls it from you enough to take a peek under it.

You gasped at the sudden cool air across your skin. Sukuna then walked away, looking at you with the corner of his eye with a smirk while he said “well come on darling.”

He disappeared into your room as you stood there and finally snapped out of your trance to follow him into your room. Yuji was already in your bed and got up to meow. You watched the yakuza boss flop down onto your bed and looked at you, waiting for you to join him.

You didn't know why you felt so nervous.  It wasn't the first time you slept with him in both ways, this should be just like the other times. You placed a small blanket on the bed for yuji to curl up into while Sukuna's eyes gazed at your body seeing your nipples hard from the cool air, your panties that fitted nicely around your rear and all you saw was the smirk on his face growing.

As soon as you got into bed with him, his arms were thrown around you and pulled you closer against his chest.

“Do you feel warmer now?” He asked, his voice sounded deep and raspy from his previous sleep.

You hummed and nuzzled against him, closing your eyes but the peace didn't last long until Sukuna went to place his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart begins to race and flutter when you feel his lips press against the sensitive spot of your neck just below your ear. One arm snaked under your body and the other roamed his hand across your hip, giving it a squeeze then he sucked on your neck.

“You are so beautiful and so delicious.”

Your body heats up just from the feeling of him on your skin.

“Sukuna we need to sleep.”

He ignored you and continued to kiss your neck and trailed down over your collar bone and to your chest.

His lips placed soft kisses to your plump breast as you started to move onto your back as he slowly moved on top of you to continue sliding down your body leaving trails of soft kisses down your body.

“Sukuna…stop teasing please. What are you doing?”

He looked up at you and smirked saying “we have to celebrate our first night together as a couple.”

You didn't get to have a word when he went back to place a kiss to your hip but gave a light bite instead and made you gasp out from the feeling. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second and whatever he had planned hasn't fully started. Sukuna's hands moved to your hips and slipped his fingers under the hem of your panties and started to pull them down.

A whimper escaped your lips and shifted your hips to let him pull them off.

While the two of you were distracted with each other, a meow could be heard beside you. Both of you looked over and saw yuji watching the two of you. Sukuna let out a sigh looking at the kitten then moved away from you to take yuji into his arms and placed him in the bathroom to give you both some privacy.

“Sukuna at least put some toys in there for him.”

You looked at him with a smile and he picked up some of the little plush mice and threw them in the bathroom with yuji then closed the door.

While he was busy with that you slipped off your panties all the way and when he turned around you threw them at him watching It hit his chest and landed in front of him.

Sukuna took a step over them and slowly walked over to you, his eyes trailed over your naked body looking like a full meal to him. A smirk plastered on his face and he untied his gray sleep pants then let them drop to the floor. He crawled back over on top then smashed his lips to yours. Giving you a deep passionate kiss, his tongue licked your lip and slid into your mouth when you let him.

You hummed at the taste of him and closed your eyes letting your tongue lick his own. When he pulled away you tried to chase his lips but he moved away down your body again then pressed his lips to your breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple. You moaned and whimpered. Your hands went into his fluffy pink hair and slightly pulled on it between your fingers making him groan against your breast.

He gave attention to the other breast then started to trail down your body again, but this time he gave light bites to your skin. Bites on your breast, ribs, stomach and your hips. You couldn't help but to spread your thighs letting him settle between your legs with his body and let him have a full view of your needy soaked cunt.

“Look at you kitten, so wet for me already.” He said with a chuckle. Feeling him press his lips to your inner thigh. He was purposely avoiding the place where you wanted him most.

Your hand went onto his hair and gripped it as you tried to push his face down.

“Woman, you are so inpatient.”

Sukuna moved forward and stuck his tongue out pressing it to your clit as he spread your thighs wider.

A moan escaped you and already you tried to push your hips to him wanting him to go harder.

His eyes gazed to you all you could see his lustful red chocolate eyes and the smirk on his face. His tongue licked between your folds up to your clit and swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud.

Your back arched and gripped your pillow feeling him making out with your lower lips. 

His tongue slid up and down and his lips sucked on your clit making you squirm and moan his name. Your body had a mind of its own and let itself go to sukuna. Closing your eyes, feeling his tongue slide inside of you. You opened your eyes and looked at him, face flush and looked right into his eyes as you felt the warm muscle wiggle inside of you. He gave you a wink and closed his eyes again to eat you like a starving man.

His tongue moved from inside you then continued to swirl around your clit and felt him slide his middle finger inside you, curling it until he reached that good spot. You could feel how close you were as your back arched and felt your womb tighten.

“Sukuna….I am so close….don't stop.”

He pulled his mouth away for a moment to speak. “Don't hold back then let it out.”

He went on your clit again, swirling and sucking on it while pumping his fingers.you couldn't hold it and your back arched creaming his fingers as you yell his name. 

“Sukuna!”

After tasting all of you, Ryomen sat back up looking at you with a smirk on his face as he pulled down his pants to let his hardened shaft spring out. You looked at his fat cock seeing it leak at the tip. The pretty color of his skin and pulsing veins had your eyes glued to him.

You got up and crawled over to him and gave him a flirtatious smile as he watched you. When he felt you grab his shaft giving a few pumps he let out a groan then felt your thumb slick over his tip. What he didn't expect was for you to lean forward sticking out your tongue to give a lick on his tip.

His eyes widened, blown with lust, watching you open your mouth and look up at him with innocent eyes. He let out a deep moan feeling your mouth wrap around him while he laid his head back and his hand in your hair. You tasted the slight salty sweet of his cum dripping from his tip onto your tongue. You couldn't fit all of him into your mouth so you swirl your tongue around the tip, sucking while you pumped the rest of him. He slowly started to buck his hips wanting to get deeper into your mouth feeling how close he was to his release.

Just to tease the yakuza boss you pulled your mouth away and gave him a smile as he looked at you with an annoyed look. “Did I say for you to stop?” He said as a warning but you just giggled at him and said “I wanted you to release in me.”

He smirked and grabbed your chin and said “I was going to release in you. Down your throat and watched you take me whole.”

You gave him a smile and moved your lips to give a suck to his thumb then pulled away “I want it in my womb. I want you to fuck me sukuna.”

Sukuna let out a growl and hooked an arm around you and whispered in your ear “turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

You felt your heart race as you did what you were told and hearing sukuna shifted behind you, feeling his weight on the bed.  What you didn't expect is him laying a smack of his open hand on the right cheek of your rear. You let out a sudden yelp and looked back at him feeling his hand sooth the tingling pain.

“Sorry kitten, you needed to be punished.” He chuckled then lined himself up behind you. You could feel his cock between your legs and slide across your folds with every slow movement of his hips teasing you.

A whimper escaped from you, his tip at your entrance still teasing then push himself inside. You moaned his name and pushed back, getting him deeper inside you and just wanting him to fill you up. “Sukuna please thrust.”

He smirked, saying “whatever my kitten wants.”

He thrusted at a normal slow pace but you wanted more of him so you started to push back harder to meet his thrust encouraging him to go faster. “Sukuna please..” you moaned out gripping the pillow as sukuna gripped your hips tightly and started to slam himself behind you. With every slam of his hips was bringing him closer to his release. 

“Sukuna keep going”

His hand trailed up your back and grabbed the back of your neck then pushed your head down with your cheek against your pillow showing a dominant side and hearing him let out a groan and thrust into you getting deeper, hitting that good spot over and over. 

When you finally felt that snap. You raised up onto your hands again and yelled his name while your breast bounced with every powerful thrust from him. 

“Sukuna!”

Hearing you scream his name and felt your warm gummy walls squeezing his cock, he let out a husky deep moan and creamed the inside of you as he leaned forward pressing  his body down on your back and hooked his arm around your neck letting go it rest against the bend of his arm and collapsed onto the bed letting him lay on top of you. He gave slow movements of his hips thrusting out your orgasm. 

Sukuna rolled off your back pulling out of you then laid onto his side with his arm still under your neck as you took deep breaths and leaned against him, hugging his arm and started to trace your fingers over his tattoos on his forearm that made his skin tingle.

“Sukuna….I love you..”

Ryomen froze hearing those words come out of your mouth, he didn't know what to do or say. He thought if he should say it back.

You noticed his silence and hid your face into his arm saying “sorry..I shouldn't have said that. It's just, I actually feel happy you are here minus what is going outside with you.”

He pulled you closer to him and gave light kisses to your neck and to your ear. “Darling those are dangerous words to say to me. You are the first woman that I slept with to say I love you.”

You turned around in his arms to face him and ran a hand along his jaw and gave him a soft smile. “Kuna..you are a dangerous beautiful man.”

Sukuna formed a smile on his face and chuckled as he leaned in closer to your face.

“I never had someone call me beautiful, it's usually sexy, hot, or yes boss.”

You giggled and nuzzled against his body and rested your head on his chest as his arms stayed wrapped around you.

“So you had women in bed call you boss.” You asked looking up at him and he let out a sigh saying “yes but just know these women were nothing special to me like you are.”

You couldn't help but to smile then hear yuji meow through the bathroom door.

Sukuna untangled his arms from around you and removed himself off the bed then picked up a shirt to cover himself in the front. You giggled with a smile gazing at his bare backside when he walked away to get yuji. Your eyes scanned over his back and muscles while biting your lip.

“Darling you should not do that around me.”

Sukuna dropped the shirt and placed yuji on the bed as he got into the bed as well, finding his place behind your body and held you close to him. Yuji let out a loud meow and nuzzled against your neck.

You could feel your heart swell. Feeling the love in the room made you feel like you have a family now. A moment like this with sukuna and the kitten, it's why you said you love him. You don't want these moments to end.

You didn't remember when you fell asleep but you woke up in the morning with sukuna laying beside you. The kitten is running around on the bed, walking all over sukuna, making you giggle.

“How long have you been up?” You asked him as he looked over at you saying “for an hour I think. I didn't want to wake you but since you are awake, do you want a shower with me?”

You gave him a flirty smile and leaned up, pressing your lips to his then pulled away saying “yes I will love to.”

Sukuna got out of bed as you did the same but wrapped a blanket around your naked body while yuji still stayed in bed asleep. “I will go get a towel for you.”

He smirked and went to start the shower while you walked out of your room to the hallway closet. Standing up on your toes you raised an arm to reach one of the towels as part of the blanket fell from the side of you exposing you.

“Well good morning.”

You froze, dropping the towel from your hand when hearing another voice in your home. When you looked over you saw the same white haired man that you ran into wearing his sunglasses. This had to be gojo one of sukuna's people but you couldn't help but to let out a scream from being startled. Your scream caught sukuna's attention as he ran out holding your blanket around his bare lower half and his gun ready.

Until he saw satoru sitting on the couch with a smirk on his face.

 “Fuck what are you doing here?”

You looked between them as sukuna looked to you and went over to your side and helped hid you from his  friends eyes. “I am sorry sweetheart. Why don't you go back into the room I started the shower. I will be there in a minute.” Ryomen told you in a husky low tone then pressed a kiss to your cheek and you gave him a nod and before you left giving gojo a glare and  a middle finger.

Gojo smiled and laughed watching you walk away as he said “well sukuna I can see why you are smitten by her. She is feisty and the body on her is not bad.”

Sukuna growled and stepped closer his way “I advise you not to disrespect my woman”, his voice laced with venom and threats. Satoru chuckled and waved his hand saying “oh behave we are in her home, why don't you go back and continue with her fun while I wait. I have things to discuss with you.”

Sukuna snarled at him and walked back into your room, tossing the blanket onto your bed and walked into the shower seeing you waiting for him with a smile. His eyes roamed over your body making a blush deepen on your face. Both of you stepped into the small shower feeling the water cover your body as you felt yourself pressed against his body since it was a small space. You moved to grab your soap and lathered your hands with it then pressed your soapy hands to his chest. You could hear his chuckle and felt it through your hands as you attempted to wash him down but it was just an excuse to touch him. Sukuna took your soap and grabbed your hip with his other hand to turn you around, keeping your back to him.

There was no words exchanged between each other but your bodies said it all. He squeezed the soap into his hands then his arms went around you to press the palm of his hand to your breast. Feeling him gently massage them with the soft silky feeling of the soap as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. You leaned back against him with a moan, feeling his soapy hands trail down your stomach and over your hip making its way to your plum rear giving it a squeeze as you giggled.

Sukuna smirked against your skin and gave a light bite to your neck. “Let me do your hair next, stay still.”

As soon as you felt him lather your hair with soap he started to run his finger gently through it. The feeling of him running his fingers through your hair you had to let out a light moan and lean back against him. He quickly pulled his hands away and brought you under the water with him to rinse the soap off both your bodies. 

Sukuna wanted to do a little more than just take a shower. A hand trailed down the front of you as his other squeezed your breast. “Sukuna. We can't, we have a guest here.”

He let out a growl against your ear, his fingers snaked over your mound and started to rub your aching clit. “I don't care he can go fuck off. This is what he gets for interrupting our time.”

You let out a moan feeling his fingers toy with your bud and slip a thick long finger inside you. His hand let go of your breast to turn off the water as your moans started to fill the bathroom. 

Sounds of your slick wetness and moans echo off the shower wall while his lips sucked on the side of your neck. “Good girl, be as loud as you want.” His praise got you to moan his name louder feeling close to orgasm, he could feel your walls starting to tighten around his finger and hips buck, then he added another. His thumb made hard fast circles on your clit, feeling your hips buck against his hand more wanting him to get deeper. When you spread your legs wider and pushed back against him you felt his hard cock. You felt dizzy and drunk off pleasure you didn't care if his right hand man was out in the living room you needed sukuna.

“Kuna please fuck me on the bed I need you in me. I want your thick cock in me.”

All you got was a deep lustful chuckle mixed with a growl and felt him remove his fingers from you. “Little kitten didn't get enough last night.”

He quickly scooped you up into his arms and walked out of the bathroom. You looked up at him seeing his hair wet and partly down in a spikey way in front of his forehead. He suddenly dropped you on the bed as you rolled over onto your stomach then raised your rear up to him and laid onto your forearms. He got a full view you spread open and dripping just for him. “Oh darling you know just how to get what you want.”

Sukuna grabbed his shaft and gave it a few pumps before he positioned himself behind you and began to tease, sliding his tip back and forth across your folds. “Sukuna, please don't tease me.”

Each time his tip brushed and pushed over your clit you felt a jolt through you. 

“Kuna please just stick it in.”

“As you wish my love.”

Sukuna finally in one motion of his hips, you felt him pierce your entrance and filled you up to the length of him. A loud moan escaped from you as you pushed back wanting him as deep as he could possibly go. His hands gripped your hips almost tight enough to leave fingerprint bruising on your skin. Snapping his hips at a fast hard pace as you clutched your bedding and let him pound into you from behind. 

“Sukuna! Sukuna!”

You yelled his name already yourself about to snap. He let out a deep grunt feeling your walls tighten around his cock with every thrust he made.

“Fuck darling you are so tight.”

You could hold it any more. Feeling orgasm hit you, sending you in a blissful pleasure as you yelled out his name making your back arched as you pushed back into him.

The feeling of you creaming around his cock he let out a groan while thrusting out your orgasm as he let go of your hips then grabbed your arms to force you down onto the bed. With a few more movements of his hips, you felt him lean onto your back and press his lips to your ear.

“You want me to fill you up baby.”

His deep lustful voice just made you whimper in response. He got the answer and thrusted a few more pumps into you and gripped your wrist as he spilt his load inside you painting your walls white.

“Ryomen!”

“Fuck!”

He kept himself laid on your back feeling you pulse around him as he twitched inside of you and both breathing heavily.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel good. You think he is still here?”

“He is a perv. I know he still is listening to us.”

Sukuna kissed your shoulder then pulled your face closer to his and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You smiled at his kind gesture and slowly got himself out of you then ran his hands slowly across your back and said “you take a minute to relax and come out when you are ready.  I am going to go see my idiot of a family.”

Sukuna got off from your back and placed on his clothes then walked out of your room closing the door then headed to the living room to see gojo with a wide smirk on his face. 

“What?” Sukuna said with a grumble in his voice.

“oh ryomen. Sukuna. Fuck.” Gojo teased with a female voice and started to laugh.

Sukuna crossed with his arm and snarled at him. “Shut up.”

Satoru placed his arm up on the couch and looked to his boss with a smile. “I didn't expect you to be so whipped by a woman before.” Sukuna stepped closer to him with threatening eyes and was about to tell him off but then stopped when hearing your door open then looked over to see you.

You gave them a shy smile as sukuna smiled lovingly at you while gojo watched the interaction between you both. 

“Hello. So you are the one that has been stalking me like a creep. How is the knife slash? You shouldn't have been such an easy target. I could have been the enemy.”

They both looked at you stunned, then sukuna started to laugh out loud and said “that is my girl!” You smiled and giggled then walked over to nuzzle against him. Satoru then moved and held up yuji in his hands saying “this little thing was laying on my lap the whole time. I am surprised you named him yuji.” Sukuna crossed his arms and said “it was her idea.”

“No it wasn't Kuna, you told me I should name him that and even the kitten agrees” you said looking at him as he looked at you. Gojo started snickering and said “you guys are already acting like a married couple.” Yuji pushed himself out of satoru's arms and walked on top of the couch and raised up his paws to sukuna with a meow. Sukuna smiled and picked up the kitten letting him crawl up onto his shoulders to sit on it.

Satoru smiled and leaned forward onto the back of the couch, his arms hanging off the back of it. You looked at him and crossed your arms and said “how did you even get in here?”

“Oh you left the window unlocked so I just crawled in.”

You looked over to sukuna crossing your arms, giving him a look. He cleared his throat and said “I might have forgotten to check everything before I came into bed with you.” Gojo smiled and looked at the blanket on the couch and smirked saying “you are still sleeping on the couch. So she got you out here. Man you must be whipped.”

Sukuna sent daggers to satoru as you looked between them. Then you walked over to sukuna wrapping your arms around his midsection as he lifted his arms looking at you confused.

“For your information gojo. The reason why the blanket is out is probably best for you not to hear. Sukuna sleeps in my bed like a king should.” Sukuna could have sworn he felt his heart combust. Instead of pushing him down saying the truth you instead built him up. He wished satoru would leave now so he can carry you back to bed and rail you in every position then call you his queen.

Sukuna looked at you and smirked saying “am I making breakfast or are you?”

You smiled up at him while hugging him tight saying “I like it better when you cook.” 

“Then I will make breakfast, any request?”

“Just some eggs for me.”

You both just stood there holding and staring at each other until gojo cleared his throat and said “why don't you both get married already.” Sukuna pulled away from you and walked over to the kitchen pulling out things to start cooking. Satoru smiled and raised his hand saying “I will take pancakes.” Sukuna grunted and said “you can go starve for all I care or even better you should leave.” You just giggled and walked over to pull yuji off of sukuna and walked over to sit with gojo, just wanting to have a conversation with him. 

“So gojo. What do you do in the family of curses?” You petted yuji as the cat curled in a ball resting on your lap. Satoru smirked and leaned back against the couch. “My job is to annoy your man and to also keep track on anyone. To know that person's entire life.” You smiled looking to yuji saying “so stalker material.” 

Sukuna started to chuckle and set up the plates and placed the food onto it “food is done brats.”

You got up along with gojo and went to take a seat at the table sitting across from sukuna. The whole conversation between the three of you was gojo talking about the younger days of sukuna. How he got his ass beat by the old boss. You giggled while eating as sukuna just sat there annoyed and pouting poking around at his food. He also mentioned that sometimes the wolves that belonged to another member would sometimes bites sukuna. Sukuna grunted, poking his eggs saying “I am a cat person.” Satoru chuckled saying “that is why you get so much pussy.” 

You quickly looked at him feeling a little embarrassed but then gojo went on about some of the women sukuna had encountered. 

“Hey sukuna, you remember the girl we brought who danced on you. Or the one that you body slammed onto the pool.” Gojo laughed as you just stared at your food he noticed this and said “oh no need to be jealous he didn't care for any of them.”

Sukuna moved his hand quickly and smacked satoru up the back of his head and said “shut the hell up.” He just laughed then looked at sukuna and said “so is she coming home with us or are you leaving her here?”

You looked at him not saying a word and the realization that after his wound is healed he will have to go back. He will leave you and who knows how many times you will get to see him after he is gone. 

“I am going to go to my room and let you two talk. Excuse me.” You got up and walked away leaving them alone. Sukuna looked over at gojo and growled out a “get out.” 

Satoru shrugged with a smirk and got up out of his seat. “Well she had to find out sooner or later, better now then to have her deeply in love with you then watch you break her heart.” 

“Get out!”

Gojo gave a pout and walked to the door saying goodbye then walked out of the apartment. Sukuna quickly went to your room seeing you laying in bed wrapped with the blankets and your back to him. “Y/n?”

He has never been so worried over someone like this. He never cared for what people think of him or when they cry. “Darling? Don't ignore me. Please.”

You finally looked over to him moving the blankets from you and his heart stopped seeing the tears in your eyes. He didn't like to see them in your eyes and that fact he said the word please, that word was not something he used. It was like weeks ago when he threatened your life seeing you cry but now he is here begging for you to speak to him.

“Are you really going to leave me?” 

The thought of you even thinking that he was going to leave you behind makes him chuckle.

“oh my silly girl. You are not going anywhere without me. You are coming with me wherever I go.” 

His hands softly cupped your face sitting down on your bed and wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

As you sucked in a breath you looked at him in the eyes seeing the mixture of concern and worry in them. It melted your heart to see how someone like him can be so worried about your well being. “Sukuna, I really care about you.” he softly smiled and leaned in closer to your face pressing his lips to yours. “I care about you more.” 

The rest of the night you watched a movie with sukuna, the movie you were watching was his little brothers favorite to watch. Yuji was even sitting on your lap staring at the movie. You smiled and nuzzled against sukuna while he held you close to him. When going to bed, you were pressed to sukuna's chest with your back against him and the kitten in your arms trying not to think of what gojo had mentioned.

The worries of sukuna raced through you mind that one day he may just leave you and never want to see you again. Or him just using you for one thing.

You just want to enjoy your time with him but only with time will show how he truly feels.

gojo loves to annoy sukuna and its getting spicy more.

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[sherwees]

ten times – lee ten

cw : dubcon and literal bickering at some point + this was rushed

extra note : this has been in the drafts since June/July...yeah..

“We might have to get used to this—” Ten says whilst forcefully locking your hands behind your back, causing a slight strain on your forearms with that weird friction against your hipbone. Not even caring on the also fact that your cheek may have a bruise from the intense impact from the desk..

“Ten—”

“So now you know my name so suddenly?”

He snaps back before you could even get to the fact that you're about to fuck in some random vacant classroom right before your lecture starts.

Presumably..

10 minutes.

COINCIDENTALLY TEN FUCKING MINUTES?

“ WE'RE IN A FUCKING CLASS—” He sighed and you even felt him weigh you down more, your breasts became tender at the contact. You can imagine him just rolling his eyes at your comment. Non chalantly, he continues slowly grinding against your bunched up skirt; his tip bobbing slightly against your thigh with accompanied shallow breaths with every slight rock of the desk just ignoring your alarming comment.. Hoping that somebody won't eventually be snoopy like yangyang and just barge in.

This only started because you kept on calling him, “Fifteen” “Nine” “Ten½” “5 times 2” and whatsoever but he took it seriously. It wasn't even that serious.. The fear of somebody walking in rushes to you again—but actually it could be anybody.

And that anybody could tell everybody.

“I don’ care.” Ten says with an unfazed tone, he hassles your body around finally seeing his blown out eyes; lips parted as slight drool slips through his parted lips.

“I really don't give a fuck.. Like actually.” He only chews the gum (that you now notice) slightly faster.

“I wish that you could stop chewing that same watermel–”

“Or FUCKING WHAT, Y/N?” You flinched at his sudden outburst only leaving silence around. You take this moment to slide away once more from his unrelenting grasp.

His grip slight loosen as you attempt to wriggle away until you realized it's completely useless so you just huff and lay there, accepting defeat. Your breathing starts to sync together, you're starting to notice the little sweat beads forming on the start of his hairline. You could obviously tell he's trying to avoid kissing you with the hesitation scrunch in his eyebrows with a clench to his jaw–it's kinda sad but you get the fact that he doesn't want nothing serious..

Sometimes you'll take a glance or two at his crescent lips every once in a while unconsciously. You've always wondered how they felt anywhere and everywhere.

He's noticed once actually.

“y/n, you're sure interested to what I'm saying hm?” He said teasingly; swishing his drink around, toying with the straw with his tongue.

Fuck.

Or his little perked nose—

“Are you seriously not embarrassed?” He lazily smirks and you look down to your skirt at your ankles with widened, fucked out eyes. His fingers are rubbing your bud through your panties, your stomach swirls as your slick evolves under his skilled strokes. Your brain immediately fogs at the contact, your vision growing smaller and dim by the second from the forming tears and growing tension in your clamped hands. You feel the patch of wetness slowly evolving within every stroke of his index and middle.

“I noticed your stares— maybe I truly know everything about you. This week, you've probably only made me mad just for attention.. That's obviously what you want princess..” His fingers curving a little more just enough for you to feel slight buzzes striking through your whole body with every short movement.

“Just a little fucking attention whore you are— aren't you?” He scoffs at his own comment before continuing.

“You now have my attention and you're acting just as shy as always. What a fucking loser.” He concludes with a playful slap of your cheek, emitting a whine from you.

“Just hear me out.” You said desperately, already sweating. You could imagine how pathetic you look only sweating from fingering and subtle grinding.

You hoped in your mind in the time of silence Ten held to finally answer your question, making teasing guessing faces and all. Time was running fast like a hamster on a pinwheel and y'all maybe only had 5 minutes, the only thing fading the sensuality was the eyebrow raise he gave; which immediately made you snap.

“When could you NOT answer a yes or no?!”

“I'd rather think it through personally.” His tongue rolls on the “personally” with a teasing bob to his head.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘‘PERSONALLY’’—” You say ‘personally’ mockingly with a dramatic bob of your head also, shaking a startle in Ten enough to immediately ‘shh’ you; moving his index in your face with a peek of his tongue from his lips.

“How about no to both questions, it's really a ‘my decision’ time now.” He ends with a strict slap with the band of your panties whilst sliding them down; feeling a burning sensation slowly form into a mark on your waistline.

“Maybe I should shove my fingers inside of you to tune out that little tone you have.” You felt his fingertip slowly circle your entrance. The sounds of your wetness infiltrating the silence of the room and you could only rut against his nail for a bit of tension.

“Ten, please..” You blubber, drool falling through your plush lips. You could only blink and Ten's lips were tough and tense with content anger against your own with a grunt emitting from him. You winced as he bit your bottom lip, sucking on it lightly to soothe the pain.

“Fuck babe, I can't fucking do this anymore.” His fingers rushed to fiddle with his belt loops. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was actually trying to do, there wasn't ANY time.

You could barely protest before you felt a sudden sharp stretch along with Ten using your shoulders as support, causing you to wince.

“S’ fucking tight.” His face completely a flushed red, eyes low and unfocused. His throbbing cock stretched your struggling walls, you sworn you felt his tip kiss your cervix slightly. His neck craned to kiss and nip at your lobe, keeping a low rhythm, taking his sweet time with you.

“Babe we have all the time in the fucking world, nobody even comes over here so there's no need to struggle.” He reassured,lifting your shirt as his flimsy fingers unhinge your bra. His eyes only stuck on your blissed look as his lips wrap around your right bud, swirling it with his tongue. Your pussy clenched around his length causing him to nip at your nipple once more.

His hips start to pick up an animalistic pace to keep up with the pulsations of your hole around his girthy length. He grabbed a ball of your hair to lock your lips in a restless kiss; swallowing your moans.

“S’ fucking good, jus’ keep sucking me in like that.” Ten rolls his eyes shut to intake the blissful moment. He hated this fake little hatred you showed off to your little friend group, he just wanted you for himself.

“M’ gonna make you regret ever fucking with me.” He whispered and your nails dug into his jacket as you felt his length twitch, letting out a small of precum. The pressure in your abdomen became unbearable at every sloppy thrust along with the friction of your clit against his own abdomen.

The desk starting to wobble on its supports; the only sounds in the room was skin to skin, your moans and sometimes screams, his constant snarky remarks usually interrupted with a moan along withthe squeaks and scraping of the desk against the wooden floor.

“I'm gonna cum– fuck.” You could only murmur with an arch, reaching your timely climax with tears springing from your eyes. Ten could only hush you and cover your mouth; your moans only bounced off the walls, louder than needed.

“Maybe you could do that nine times more and you'll learn your lesson once and for all.”

[fuck1ng-queen]

Drawings

Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: none

Author comments: hiiii! time for today’s one shot, this time with our tattoo boy! i hope you all like it 💕

The February icy breeze made the inside of every place cozier, and the tattoo shop downtown had an extra inviting feel to it. To be quite honest, you weren’t decided yet, looking at the large mural of flash tattoos in the window, some more elaborate and others less so, but all equally fascinating. Vou had never thought seriously about getting a tattoo, but there was something about that Valentine’s Day that pushed you to try something new, more daring.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the doorbell. The man who showed up at the sidewalk was tall, had long dark hair and penetrating ocean eyes. He exuded an aura of mystery and had the type of presence who made the atmosphere change with his entrance. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and revealed arms covered in tattoos, each one seeming to tell a story.

“May I help you?” He asked with a smile at the corner of his mouth, clearly realizing your hesitation.

You nodded, a little shy. “Yes, I was wondering about getting a tattoo… something small. But I don’t have any.”

He smiled and invited you in.

“My name is Nicholas, and I’m the tattoo artist here. Do you have something in mind?” He examined you for a moment with a sharp gaze, seeming to see more than you were willing to show. 

You hesitated with your mind wandering over everything you already had seen and liked on the internet, but none of them seemed right. Finally, you murmured: “Something to represent the new beginnings.”

He smiled, picking up a paper pad and starting scribbling. “What about a key? It’s something that represents the tools we use to open new doors, be they things, or people.”

You leaned in to get a better look at the sketch and your face lit up when you saw it. “Wow, that’s beautiful! You draw really well.”

“Thank you,” he said, raising his eyes to look at you. “But being beautiful is not enough, it has to mean something to you.”

You thought for an instant and then smiled. “Yes, I think it represents exactly what I’m looking for.”

Nicholas led you to the tattoo chair and despite his firmness as he prepared the instruments, which gave you confidence, you couldn’t help but feel a little tense. He was professional, and knew what you were feeling. “Nervous?”

“A little,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “But I think it’s normal, isn’t it?”

“Totally normal,” he answered in a comforting smile. “I promise to be gentle.”

As time went by, with you choosing together the place of your body to be tattooed together, doing the decal test, and him fulfilling his promise to be gentle by touching the needle lightly to your skin for you to know how how much pain you were going to feel, the rhythmic sound of the tattoo machine filled the silence, creating a bubble of intimacy between you.

“Why did you choose to be a tattoo artist?” you asked, trying to turn your attention away from the feel of the needle.

Nicholas smiled, his eyes focused on his job. “Actually, it wasn’t something I planned. I’ve never been such a fan of school, so I started drawing when I was a teenager. I used to draw during classes and play acoustic guitar during breaks. Well, it ended up transforming my future, making me a tattoo artist and a bass player in a band. But I’ve never imagined exactly that I'd be here.”

“Life has a funny way to take us to our destinies, doesn't it?” you commented, feeling more and more at ease.

He nodded. “What about you? What brought you here today?”

You sighed, reflecting for a moment. “I think I am at a very stagnant moment in my life, wanting to change a lot of things. I wanted to mark this in some way, something to remind me to always move forward.”

Nicholas smiled softly. “A key is perfect for that. No matter how close a door can be, there’s always a way through to the other side.”

When he finished, you looked at the mirror, amazed at how your skin now, and forever, looked. Every line and shadow had been meticulously crafted. It was more than a tattoo, it was the symbol of something new.

Nicholas stepped back respectfully, letting you absorb the moment by yourself. “May this be just the first of your new adventures,” he said with a soft smile.

You smiled back, feeling an unexpected connection with that man who, until a few hours before, was a complete stranger. “Thank you, Nicholas, for everything.”

(...)

In the following days, you kept meeting each other. The conversations between you grew deeper, stories, dreams and aspirations were shared. The tattoo had become the starting point to something much bigger. You and Nicholas were sitting in a cozy café, the soft candlelight creating an intimate atmosphere. The coffee mugs were steaming in front of you as you chatted happily.     

“So, that is the next step for you?” Nicholas asked, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you with interest.

You smiled, playing with the handle of your mug. “I’m thinking about traveling. Something I’ve always wanted, but I never had courage to.”

“Where to?” he asked, his blue eyes shining with curiosity.

“I haven't decided yet,” you admitted, laughing. “But I want it to be a place where I can truly find myself again.”

Nicholas nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I think you’ve already started your journey, the tattoo was just the beginning.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “You’re right. And what about you? Any plans for the future?”

“Maybe opening a shop of my own one day,” he said with a slight smile. “I want to create a place where people can feel comfortable to express themselves as they want.”

“I’d definitely be a loyal customer,” you joked, raising your mug as you proposed a toast.

He laughed, toasting with you. “I think you already are.”

The conversation flowed naturally, as if the two of you had known each other for years. The connection between you was palpable, and every word and smile deepened the bond you, without noticing, were building. 

When the evening had come to an end, Nicholas had offered to walk you home. As you walked through the quiet streets, he took your hand, tangling his fingers in yours. The simple, but meaningful, gesture, filled your heart with joy.

Stopping in front of your door, Nicholas took a deep breath, as if he was gathering courage. “I want to tell you something,” he began, his eyes shining under the streetlight. “Since the moment you entered the studio, I felt something different. I don’t know how to explain, but it seems like you’ve brought a new color into my life.”

You felt your heart race, in a mix of surprise and happiness. “Nick, I… I also felt something like that that day. As if something in me had awakened.”

He smiled, taking a step closer to you. “I don’t want this to end. If you want, I want to continue exploring this feeling with you.” 

Before you could answer, Nicholas leaned in slowly, and you just completed the way he had started. Your lips met each other in a gentle and passionate kiss. It was a perfect moment, where the world around you disappeared, leaving just the two of you and the expectation of a future together.  

When the kiss ended, you opened your eyes to find Nicholas looking at you with an expression of pure happiness.

“Is it too late to wish a Happy Valentine's Day or I’ll have to wait till next year?” he whispered, smiling.

“It’s not too late, but I’ll be happy if you’re here to wish me next year too” you replied, feeling more complete than ever.

“So, Happy Valentine’s Day” Nicholas' eyes seemed to smile as much as his lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” And you couldn’t help but smile too.

And in that last exchange of words, you smiled one more time and shared one more kiss before you got home, with your heart racing even faster. You knew that it was just the beginning of new, and beautiful, drawings in your life.

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But suddenly now, I know where I belong It's many hundred miles and it won't be long

Buggy gets taken to Impel Down and her husbands have to help her.

Rating: PG-13 for swearing. A mention of assault but its phsyical assault. Word Count: Just shy of 2.3k; Just over 5 pages in a word document. Warning: Buggy gets upset near the end. Has self doubt and uncertainty with her relationships. A/N: This was a fun thing to write. A request from an anon who wanted Buggy to be rescued by her husbands from Impel Down. I'm almost always up for Swap AU writings now as well as Buggy and the Wives stuff. Enjoy!

(Also I'm going to try and start adding word counts to my fics and will probably go back nd update my works with it! I should have kept up on it as I know it can be something people look for with fics <3)

Title comes from "Train Song" by Ben Gibbard and Feist.

“Prisoner number E-8200. Buggy the Clown.”

The warden showed a picture to the new recruits. The woman in the photo was scowling, her blue hair pulled back into a ponytail as she faced the camera. The new recruits said nothing, listening to the words of the warden as he discussed safety protocols, evacuation routes, and what to do with an escaped prisoner.

“She was arrested by the Marines a few weeks ago and has been nothing but trouble since.” The warden continued. “Finally captured after all these years after assaulting a Marine officer in a pub.”

One of the new recruits shifted on his feet where he stood. The shoes were uncomfortable to be in, the pants a little too tight, and he was feeling warm. He glanced over at the other two recruits, one with long blonde hair and the other with short pink hair. They were all hired days apart with their first day happening at the same time.

“You three will oversee her stay with more experienced guards, but don't talk to her, look at her, or even acknowledge her while you go to her cell. She's a Devil Fruit user.”

The pink haired man raised his hand and the warden pointed at him. “What?”

“Is she fitted with sea prism cuffs, sir? I understand that they help subdue those kinds of powers.” He said as the other two listened.

“She is. We've taken all the precautions we can with this capture.”

The three recruits nodded in understanding. The warden continued on as he led the three out of the office and to the cell where the prisoner was kept. He mentioned that Buggy was unmarried, a troublemaker, even making comments about the sight of her nose as he laughed. The three laughed in agreement, though two of the men had to put their hands on the shoulder of the blonde recruit after seeing him clench his fists.

There were two guards already at Buggy’s cell. She was pacing around, screaming about mistreatment, missing her crew, poor food options, everything. The two guards pointed to their ears - they had procured ear plugs. They kind of worked.

“These three are new recruits.” The warden said loudly, trying to be heard over Buggy’s complaining. “Train them with this one.”

The guards nodded as one reached into her pocket and pulled out some extra ear plugs. Buggy looked up, rubbing at the cuffs on her wrists as she studied the three before grinning widely. She approached the cell door but one of the guards turned and shoved his gun through the bars at her, causing her to stop.

“Don’t get any closer, pirate scum!” The guard barked. 

“Aw, c’mon, you bring on new people and they don’t get the honor of meeting the Captain Buggy?” She whined as she pushed the barrel away. “I’m the Genius Jester! Flashy Fool! They should at least introduce themselves to me!”

The warden shook his head. “Ignore her. She just wants the attention. It’s rather pathetic.”

“She is pretty pathetic.” The female guard snickered. “Keeps going on and on about husbands and how they’ll rescue her, but all our intel says nothing about her being married to one guy, muchless several.” She glanced back at Buggy who was currently glaring at her, jaw clenched as she glared at the other woman. “Who’d willingly marry someone like her?”

“She is a clown so she’s supposed to be funny!” Her male companion laughed. “The idea of having husbands is hilarious.”

One of the new recruits suddenly raised his hand. “How was she caught?”

The guards looked at the warden but Buggy suddenly chimed in. “I’ll tell you! Some ass was flirting with one of my beautiful husbands and I wasn’t about to let that happen, got it?! He kept telling them to leave him alone but they didn’t take a hint so I stepped in and handled it!”

“She assaulted a Marine unprovoked.” The warden said as Buggy glared at him. “Hopefully you three can manage her.”

“Manage me?! Fuck you!” Buggy snapped. “If it wasn’t for these cuffs I would have escaped already, you know! You pieces of sh-”

“Hey, that’s enough.” The pink haired recruit ordered as he took a step toward the bars. Buggy narrowed her eyes at him as she took a step back from the bars. Grinning, he leaned against the bars as he looked her up and down before turning back to the others. “See? She just needs a firm tone, just like any woman.”

“Fuck you!” Buggy shrieked. “I’ll show you a firm tone, you ass!”

“Anyway, I’ll leave you three here. These two guards will go over the inmate’s schedule. She gets two meals a day, doesn’t get to leave her cell, and we have to watch her constantly. If she continues to cause us problems we may see about taking her to a lower level.”

“Yes sir!” The three said. He rolled his eyes and left. He was certain they’d be quitting by the end of the day.

~

They lasted a month. The little things that added up got to them.

One of them, the brunette, brought Buggy her meals only to have them thrown back at his feet, screaming about how disgusting the food was and that could they at least season the food with salt before trying to feed her? At least he left a parting gift of tasty sugar cookies for the other guards before he resigned. 

The blonde tried the gentle approach, trying to talk kindly to her, but she would throw it back in his face each time, making a joke of it, not taking his words seriously. She gradually wore him down that he quit the day after the brunette, which was unfortunate because the other two guards missed their shift due to illness. 

The pink haired recruit lasted a few days longer before he gave up. He stupidly went into her cell to try and calm her down after she had a screaming fit over something trivial. She knocked him out. There were stupidly no other guards around. She stole his clothes, leaving him in his underwear, before slipping out. 

He resigned, shouting about lack of training, assistance, and clearly the reason they were short handed was due to the stress of the job. People were missing because they were sick with stress from dealing with this nonsense on a daily basis!

They gave him a change of clothes and put him on a ship that would drop him off on an island. There was a guard standing with him, one wearing some kind of facial covering, who was scowling at him the entire time. It took several days to get to the closest island, but once he was on land, the guard threw her hat off and stomped on it before shrieking about quitting also. This was ridiculous. The prisoners were monsters and she couldn’t handle the cat calls and ass pinches. 

~

Cupcake brought the food up to their shared room at the inn. He was able to get word to Sunny and Birdie about getting the ship headed in their direction but to give them a few extra days just in case the prison noticed a missing inmate. 

Buggy was soaking in the room’s bathtub, her hair in a bun as she splashed hot water on her face. Prison was miserable. She had lost weight because the cooking was terrible compared to Sunny and Birdie’s so she refused to eat most of it. No doubt the food at the inn was going to be just as bad, but when she saw Cupcake come in with two bowls of beef stew, she figured she could suffer through that. 

“We’ll stay here for a few days, babe.” Cupcake told her as he set the bowls on the table. “Gives the ship time to go back to Impel Down while Sunny and Birdie get the ship headed this way.”

Buggy nodded, rubbing her nose as she watched her husband go over to one of the shopping bags he obtained earlier, pulling out some clothes for her. “How are you feeling after I punched you?”

“You definitely weren’t gentle, but I’m fine.” He grinned as he looked over at her. “I’m sorry for some of the comments I made. I was trying to be the biggest asshole there so they wouldn’t be suspicious.”

She rolled her eyes. “Suspicious of what? You heard them, there’s no chance in hell I’d be married! Who would marry someone like me anyway?!” Grumbling, she took a swipe at the water before standing up. “I’m pathetic and the thought of being married was just so hilarious to them.”

Cupcake sighed and grabbed a towel before walking over to her. He wrapped the towel around her before helping her out of the tub. She was still grumbling about what the guards had said back at the prison. She tried to not let it get to her then but now…

She hesitated before looking up at her husband. “You don’t regret marrying me, do you?”

“What? Buggy, I don’t.” He assured her as he helped dry her off. “None of us do. Hell, Birdie was the one who came up with the plan to get you out, you know. He came up with the idea of getting hired on and then putting laxatives in the cookies. Sunny was the hardest to convince because he was worried he would be the one to mess it up.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around Buggy. She relaxed in his arms, resting her head against his chest. “He almost did. The warden said something about your nose and Sunny was ready to start throwing punches.”

“Well, Sunny is too sweet. He wouldn’t know how to throw a punch.” Buggy mumbled as she turned to hide her face against his chest. “That damn Marine back at the pub wouldn’t leave him alone even after he said he was married. I had to step in.”

“And he’s lucky to have a wonderful wife who watches out for him.” Cupcake told him as he kissed her on the forehead. “Now, let’s eat, okay?”

Buggy nodded and stepped away from him to pull on some of the clothes he got her. Once she was dressed she joined him at the table, looking down at the food with a frown. Picking up her spoon, she scooped up some of the stew before looking over at him.

“Why didn’t the others stick around to rescue me?”

Cupcake glanced over at her as he started eating. The food was okay but Sunny’s cooking was much better. “Are you mad that we didn’t blast out a wall of the prison to rescue you?”

She huffed softly and nodded. “I would have hoped it would have been flashy and loud, you know, a real spectacle!”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Babe, we couldn’t. For one thing, we aren’t pirates, and the other thing is we had to be sneaky otherwise we may have been arrested as well.” He took another bite of his food. “Just so you know, Birdie and Sunny are going to have a feast ready for you, so be grateful it was me saving you and not one of them. The feast would have been delayed.”

She perked up at the mention of their cooking. “Oh? What are they making me then? It better be some of my favorites!”

“I don’t know the menu but I know you’ll be happy.” Cupcake grinned. “Now keep eating. We’re stuck here for a few days and gotta get used to the food.”

She picked at the food and sighed, helping herself to a few mouthfuls. She just wanted to have her husbands’ cooking instead of this slop.

~

Buggy greeted her crew enthusiastically but the second she was done telling them how she managed to escape prison she was at her husbands’ sides, refusing to budge. It made it a little difficult as Sunny was trying to cook but Birdie took over, allowing Sunny to wrap his arms around his wife as she clung tightly to him. He eventually moved to a chair to sit down and his wife made herself comfortable in his lap, tucking her face against his neck as she let out a loud sniffle.

“I was worried no one would come for me!” She cried. “What if you didn’t?!”

“We did, honey.” Sunny assured her as he kissed her on the forehead. “Just no more punching people in the pubs, okay?”

“But I was defending you!” She reminded him as she rubbed her face against his shirt, sniffling still. “What if that Marine wanted you all for herself?! She could have done that!”

Sunny shook his head and hugged her tightly. “It’s okay, I would have resisted.”

“Would you?” She whined. “I have the best husbands. Someone is bound to get jealous, you know.”

“Well, we have the best wife.” Birdie chimed in from the stove as he fluffed up the mashed potatoes. He looked over at her and grinned. “Glad you made it home, sweetheart.”

Buggy gave Sunny a kiss before getting out of his lap to go give Birdie a hug. That was the sign for Sunny to take over cooking so Birdie could give his wife a hug. He held her tightly in his arms and kissed her forehead, telling her that he loved her as Buggy tried to stop crying. She hated that she was so upset but she was worried. They all could have left her to rot but they didn’t. They stuck it out to save her. 

How did she get so lucky?

[starynightcreator]

It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 6-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 4,352

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART SIX:

As you hear them rambling in the background you just keep looking forward and walk out.

You know they are just trying to earn your forgiveness to feel better about themselves and that hurts more in some ways. You’ve done so much for them and you’ve given them your heart, support, trust and more just for them to do this. You couldn’t breath, you couldn’t think, you just couldn’t. You had to do everything you could not to look back or you’d cry more. But where was Edds? Eddie couldn’t do much not right now at least he wanted to go make sure to be there for you but not without saying something first. “You both had this coming and you both are awful people. That feeling you feel right now I hope everytime you kiss you feel that way and ask was this worth losing someone so important.” Steve tried to reason with Eddie but Eddie wasn’t stupid. “Come on Eddie you know I make her happy-” “Save it man because guess what you don’t. But I will give you both some advice. Stay away from my Star. Don’t ever bother her with your bullshit again.” What Eddie didn’t know was that you had come back. You didn’t want to but you did and you did to get him even if you had to see Steve and Nancy. But when you got to the door you heard a commotion so you looked through the window. You always loved how he cared for you and it’s not anything new to you but as soon as he said “My Star” time seemed to stop until you felt cold rings grab one of your hands. “Let’s go home Star.” And with no hesitation “Okay Edds.” You finally get home and ask Eddie to wait in the living room. You were so quick Eddie didn’t even get the chance to sit. You finally return to the living room and you were no longer in that dress or any of the things you had on before you had switched into a T-shirt, shorts, and you had pulled your hair up. Normally you’d not do that till the guest left but you were sad and you felt comfortable around Eddie even if he decided to laugh you were okay with that. You finally looked at him and caught that he had already been looking at you but so warmly. So you decide to tease him a little. “Edds?”“Hmm?”“What are you looking at hmm?”“Umm nothing.” You then start walking in his direction “Oh didn’t know I was nothing.” Eddie’s face just starts to burn red “Hey wait Star you ar-” You then walk past him and sit on the sofa “No it’s okay I get it Edd’s.” “Stop that.”“Stop what?”“Teasing…” “Ha, you're cute. But…NO” “Ugh.” You then held up your phone then shook it as a way to change the subject. “Music?”“Star?”“Yes?”“Are you ok?” You play the music anyways before answering “Edds honestly no i’m not. This past month they have been treating me like trash making me feel like I did something wrong. Every Time you tried to cheer me up Steve got mad and fought with you and knocked me back down. Then Nancy would either just stand there or make things worse by adding fuel to the fire as if she enjoyed the fighting. And then tonight I just wanted to forget about them completely and enjoy myself and I was until that. I hate parties and this is just another reason to hate them honestly. Then I made a fool of myself ugh. Why couldn’t they just be honest. Like why couldn’t Steve be like look I'm sorry I still care about you but Nancy and I seem to still have strong feelings for each other and we’d hate to hurt you. But noooo they did the whole sneaking around thing.”“They never deserved someone like you in their lives and karma will kick them in the ass so hard they won't be able to sit for years. I’m sorry they did this to you, they are awful people. Wait, if you hate parties then why’d you invite me to this one?”

[scnkei]

'If I wish?' Renji's brow furrows slightly, hearing it. He thought Byakuya might be a bit more pleased that he had grown into the idea of marriage, when before he'd been unsure..

He does not comment on the choice of words, though. Byakuya has already continued the conversation to said planning. Renji is surprised to hear that his partner might want to plan their wedding on a traditional Kuchiki date.. He is certainly not opposed to that, but.. Given the nature of their union, he suspects the rest of the Kuchiki family might not be too pleased about such a decision.

He snorts lightly at Byakuya's assertion that he does not believe in luck. That suits him perfectly, doesn't it..? Hard work is the only thing that counts, and if you come across misfortune, you simply didn't work hard enough to achieve your goals. That sounds like a Kuchiki belief. More or less having been raised by Madarame Ikkaku.. Renji obviously feels differently. Luck does matter to him. At least a little. And besides.. There is so much proof of it, too. Otherwise, it would suggest that everyone gets what they deserve or work for, no matter what, and that everything is predestined, somehow. And then he cannot really believe in free will, either. No, he'd rather stick to luck being real.

"Well, if it is all the same to you, lets pick a lucky date anyway." If Byakuya doesn't care about luck, then to him, any day should be fine, right? Then they might as well pick a lucky one. He hesitates a moment before continuing

"That is.. You still want us to get married, right?" At the moment it does feel a bit like they're making plans to have dinner together, rather than to tie their souls to one another for the rest of their lives..

A LUCKY DATE, hm? Well, if that was what Renji wanted, then he would not object. He simply would not see the date as lucky, since he didn't believe in such a thing. To him, the concept of a "lucky date" had been proven wrong. He assumed it gave the other some comfort to believe in luck - because it freed you from responsibility. Byakuya would NEVER shy away from making his own fate. To say something was out of your control was to admit defeat. There was no reason to argue with Renji about whether or not luck even existed. The other was entitled to his believes, misguided though they were.

AND - as anticipated, Renji's insecurities were brought to the fore-front once again. Byakuya had expected it.

That is.. You still want us to get married, right?

Of course. OF COURSE Renji would start having doubts about Byakuya's intentions. Even though Byakuya was the most steadfast person, who never went back on his word, and who was NOT in the habit of changing his mind. Renji always - ALWAYS ended up doubting him. Doubting his love for him. It was quite tiring, having to prove himself over and over again.

Why couldn't Renji just trust him?

He wanted to ask him; Have I expressed anything else? But --- He stopped himself. He realized that it was his lack of enthusiasm that Renji was interpreting. That --- Would be a difficult thing to fix, because Byakuya never expressed enthusiasm about anything. Yet, that was what Renji wanted from him, right?

❝ Yes, I do. ❞ He said. It made him feel a strange sense of defeat, because no matter what he did or said, Renji never trusted him. It bothered him more than it should. If Renji didn't trust him, that was his fault for not being trustworthy. He had to work harder. Do better.

It wasn't like he could apologize for not being more enthusiastic. It would be apologizing for being himself. Apologies were no small matter, he would not deliver one so easily. So - what else could he say then?

Why do you think I would ever break my word to you?

Is our engagement that trivial to you, that you think it can be broken off as simply as that?

Don't, he told himself. Renji would be upset. They would argue.

❝ Let us choose a lucky date. ❞

[haptureratch]

I've been woken up from sleep by cramps and can't fall back asleep. Words fill my mind and I want to say them to him. I want to explain everything I've been processing so far. But I can't. Since it's the middle of the night and it also feels like a bad idea to have serious dialogue during the week with his job. It would be IG voice notes but we see how well that went last time. Mainly I would want to say that I don't know how to reconcile what happened. I said so many things and he hyperfocused on just a few of them and got angry. (And I also think those comments were not seen from my perspective but also I cannot invalidate the emotions my words caused. Maybe they rubbed something sensitive within him, maybe he has his own scars. But how could I know if he doesnt tell me?) I never thought I'd turn my critical/pessimistic side on him and I thought he'd never get angry in that way with me. And I don't know how to reconcile it. His long text told me I am too much. I interpreted it as a threat to get better or there's no future for us. I had asked for patience and presence during my difficult weeks at the start and I don't think I got that.....but he has also always asked for the benefit of the doubt and I definitely didn't practice that in the moment that sparked all this. I don't think I can be my true self around him 100% because now I don't trust myself anymore. And if I show "too much mental illness", I fear he's going to make the decisions for me and walk away because I 'need help and not him'.

These thoughts are building off my last entry about shying away and trying to self soothe (and it mirroring how I react within the context of my relationship with my dad).

I fear I have questioned Steven one too many times and I'm not allowed to do it again. I don't think he knows how to be with someone like me, someone with intimacy and attachment issues. Which leads me back to thinking there is no one for me since I am too flawed, too broken. It all acts as a self-fulfilling prophecy and I hate it.

I almost want to send him this entry because I want him to know what's going on but I absolutely fucking will not. The only mode of serious conversation from now on will be phone calls or in-person. Because the intensity of all that was insane and too much for me. And I never want to go through it again.

----

Also there's something about that weekend still sitting with me. The night he drank a lot. Maybe I am overanalyzing my reaction but I think I remember him almost scoffing at me when I got triggered in bed (when he was teasing me about not getting to orgasm). Bud, that's a trauma response. You can't scoff at me. I'm hurt by that. And how I said one comment about vaguely thinking the time for me to move to Portland would be my 40s....and he just....I don't know. Closed up and I felt like I had to soothe and coax him out of it because it felt like a person being on the brink of anger and you go into a people-pleasing state to avert that. Like I said, it is ENTIRELY POSSIBLE that I am overanalyzing and letting too many situations mirror my internalized dysfunctional parent-child interactions. But if what I'm thinking is valid and based in true reality, he needs to go to therapy. He has to know what's going to trigger him and I need to be prepared too so that I can act from an informed place.

Maybe I should ask him more about his past relationships and what fights were about and how he got through them. We have to keep in mind that he had two 5-yr relationships. And all humans are messy. I might he more insecure than the average, but I can't be too far from something he's already experienced before. There's got to be a way to get us long-term.

And god I'm so relieved for this menstrual clarity. My mind feels like my own again. These are the thoughts I can trust. I feel rational again. But I still don't know what's going on for him and he just started shooting and wouldn't tell me more when I asked. So I'll keep to myself until the weekend. Because there's some wildcard energy in the mix and I need to act with caution. I'm not fucking this up again.

I have good instincts somewhere in here. Like when that tire that popped from the semi truck right next to my car on the highway the day of his silent anger. I heard the sound of something hit my car, I didn't swerve, I glanced at the moving semi next to me and saw the rubber bouncing around the rim of the wheel and I knew immediately what had happened. And I immediately drove to the shoulder to speed up and get ahead of the rest of the tire threatening to fly off. No one else knew what was going on. The truck I passed on the shoulder probably thought I was insane. But once I passed him the semi tire flew off and I saw him swerving to avoid it in my rearview mirror.

I do have good instincts. I just don't know when my 'gut feelings' are instinct or paranoia where intimate relationships are concerned.

[fff777]

watched nct dream( )scape countdown live! this is my reaction part 1

so i know now that it's supposed to be read "dream escape" and not "dreamscape." the e has escaped.

i've been waiting for the subtitles for a while. i tend to prefer the youtube subtitles over the live subtitles as the live subtitles tend to be delayed and that distracts me from actually understanding who's saying what

i've never been big on noise music but i admit the dissonant 'noises' that are layered under smoothie are catchy and hype

they're back to their regular seating assignments except chenji are switched

renjun: click like, subscribe, and turn on the notification bell already in youtuber form

jaemin's just revisiting a lot of old favourites, huh. first was white hair and now he's back to calling everything and everyone sexy.

they all commented on jaemin's white hair

is it just me, or is chenle shy about making extended eye contact with the camera? he kept looking away while introducing himself

already on our chenji bullshit

chenle complimenting jisung's hair. you know...i'm thinking that chenle compliments jisung more nowadays. he still definitely teases jisung a lot but we're in soft chenle era now.

jisung changed his hair five times this comeback??? rip your scalp boy

haechan literally every time. dramatic ass.

they started discussing smoothie right after broken melodies comeback live :o

chenle randomly talking about poison and sos performances. he is the kind of guy to say it aloud when he's proud.

haechan explaining how this comeback was them just pouring content on us. the way he showed it did look like a meme and all the other guys were like "where have i seen that before" and he was like damn i thought i was being original.

their 2024 schedule is packed like tetris TAT

chenle: did we start 30 min earlier because we talk too much

reading comments and of course haechan reading the one that's like "mark show abs please"

production for this album took two years as in 2023 to 2024

jisung made a dumb pun and was like let's move on and haechan is like the hell we will, say it again you coward

jaemin liked it :P

talking about how the speaker voice sounds like chenle again

woo so i wasn't wrong when i said this was definitely a version of the chewing gum concept (the boarding school photos for icantfeelanything)

so the members did a survey/quiz for the writers and that's how they came up with a concept

commotion on the east wing over there because apparently haechan keeps throwing jisung's picture

jaemin hugging bunny stuffy and jisung hugging cat stuffy

dream: meetings are hard

once again bringing up the fact that renjun provided a lot of the ideas for the concept. the concept with the guys looking prim and proper in their uniforms but with beaten up feet.

the guys wanting haechan to talk about something and haechan threatening (renjun) that he'd reveal it.

renjun participated in more meetings a result of being more involved in the concept

jisung's calves were very sore for practising ballet for two days. haechan said that jisung practised ballet ten years ago when he just became a trainee.

mark overexaggerated his surprise that there was a body double for the ballet

chenle: jisung can totally ballet like that in real life though

renjun the one to bring up jeno's muscles

chenle: as soon as jeno's back muscles came up i posted it on every socmed platform jisung: you seem to enjoy the muscles the most

renjun and jeno practised shooting guns, but jeno said the recoil was just acting. so i guess it was just a prop gun but like, without blanks.

haechan: y'all looked cool from the side and cute from the front (about renjun and jeno shooting)

mark: what did you think about doing your scene in one take? renjun: i didn't for real though renjun said he was just focused on getting it right

haechan: the binary system was a numeric system created by a person called binary it's giving "the triangle instrument was named after joe triangle"

the guys getting mark to say his english line in unknown again

i'm convinced mark just tries to see the romance in everything and i don't blame him, gotta do what you gotta do to get by. basically he turned his and haechan's teaser into a bit of a meet-cute, saying how his character thought it was interesting that haechan's character wasn't copying the binary numbers down and he thought haechan was cute.

jeno: it was very fitting to give haechan the role of the student who didn't pay attention in class haechan: it's called method acting

they're sitting in a row, so whenever chenle is talking to the group, he turns his whole body from side to side

jeno on jaemin and chenle fencing: it's a fight between two cats

jeno casually leaning his arm across the back of the sofa

jeno: wouldn't the pill have melted in your mouth? chenle: yes, but it's a movie jisung is amused

renjun impressed by how chenle was able to make spitting out the pill look cool

jaemle did not practise fencing until they were at the actual site of filming

now they're talking about the smoothie individual teasers

haechan was splashed with coffee when the robber kicked away his table but he remained professional. the guys were impressed (y)

jisung really liked mark's teaser >3 now that i'm watching more dream stuff, it's always fun to see in what ways mark and jisung are on the same wavelength

so renjun plucked the flower to make a ring instead of protecting it

cat stuffy transferred from jisung to haechan

lmao haechan making jisung say the line on the prompter and the guys all clapping and cheering. losers lol.

chenle: jisung's cringe defences are growing weak

markren getting in position to watch jisung do something cute

jaemin yelling at jisung again for not doing kyu on the mouth

more markren with the popcorn (popping that corn, if you will)

jisung did kyu a second time and he still didn't touch his finger to his lip lmfao

the third time he did touch his lip but he didn't make the kyu sound X'D why is this so hardddddd

he finally did it after the fourth time. like pulling teeth i swear.

group kyu

haechan once again standing up for his monologue

on this day, renjun has decided to be benevolent and grace haechan with a response

first song: icantfeelanything

markno protecting renjun's tummy

party over in east wing again

this was jisung's favourite song :3

jisung: we have the opportunity to write lyrics for this song mark: so what did you do, jisung jisung: it got rejected

mark explained that it was blind test. so i guess some of the guys wrote lyrics and submitted them without their names

jisung didn't have time to finish his lyrics ^^;;

chenji squabbles again! jisung was saying he used to eat less sweets and now he's eating more. now chenle is saying that jisung actually used to eat a lot of sweets so is jisung saying he's become numb to sweets and is eating more because of it?

jisung @ chenle X3

jaemin: we can never grow numb to nctzens' love jaemin: gremlin laugh i wonder if this is his way of being embarrassed/cringed out

second: smoothie

renjun standing up to dance once again. he just feels music with his whole body eh

renjun censoring the dance

they did basically leak the entire dance lol

jisung: can you say this to jeno? things about behind the scenes stories? haechan: you can ask him yourself jeno: you can ask me yourself jisung thought haechan was the mc so that was why he was so awkward about it lol

jeno recorded "smoothie" for around an hour. he was saying how the word smoothie starts to sound like something else ^^;; like when you say a word so often that it loses its meaning.

third song: box

haechan: hey siri haechan: hey google haechan: hey bixby

mark: roar

jaemin kept whispering into chenle's ear when chenle was saying the best places to listen to box...they're trying to promote tds3 ^^;;

chenle: i'd like all 7 of us to be in a box together at least once

fourth song: carat cake

haechan's cute head bop during carat cake X3 you can't see it bc it's a screenshot but it was cute

lmao renjun just learned on this day that learned the meaning of carat cake and that it was not carrot cake lmfao

mark: haechan, what have you been tempted by lately? haechan: you mean seduced?

oh noooo haechan was on a diet so at renjun's birthday party he only ate chicken breast and an apple ToT that is so sad ToT

fifth song: unknown

jisung said that this song sounds a bit like jbiebs :P

jisung (lightly) scold mark for spoiling the dance, but it wasn't shown on camera anyway

mark and jeno worked on lyrics for the rap of this song.

this next part was really cryptic where the guys were discussing new things going on...except none of them really said anything lol