#its back to business babyyy

[anonduck07]

Verstappen wins with only 8 tenths of a gap, tyre issues for half the race, questionable amounts of rest after the stint at 24hrs of Nurburgring he did 5 hrs before the race and less than 30% of his battery 😭😭

[azulpitlane]

boss' daughter I ln4

pairing: lando norris x brown!daughter reader summary: lando is down bad for zak brown's daughter but shes a little hard to get notes: I know this isn't pt 3 of my other mini series BUT i thought of this idea and had to do it immediately hehe, I really like this one masterlist

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y/nbrown nyc living

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user i wanna see her at races shes so cute😭🫶

y/nbrown vegas! ill be there🤭 liked by landonorris

user help why's lando in his boss' daughter's likes

landonorris 🤩

user norizzzzz user is this him shooting his shot AHAHHA user NO LANDO SHES MINE

user IT GIRL

user landooo👀

y/bff/n pretty girl

y/nbrown love u babes

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y/nbrown

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y/nbrown college student by day, dj by night😝

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y/bff/n ur so unserious babe

y/nbrown i ate, the people loved me

landonorris as a retired dj maybe you can give me some inspiration to start again

user LANDO??? user he's crushing so hard OMFFFF user zak brown reading this: 🤨🤨

zbrownceo dont have too much fun!

y/nbrown 🫣 user such a dad reply lol

user y/n brown slaying once again

user so excited to see you back in the paddock soon🫶 liked by y/nbrown

danielricciardo you're perfect for him

y/nbrown who???

posted october 2023

y/nbrown

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y/nbrown vegas babyyy

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user gorgeous girl

danielricciardo finally reunited with my favorite brown

y/nbrown was too busy girlbossing sorry danielricciardo what a shame, there's someone who's been waiting to meet you... y/nbrown hm, i didn't meet anyone new🤷‍♀️ danielricciardo next race then user is daniel hinting that lando didn't meet his crush sjsjkskks user wait he hasn't EVEN MET HER?!?! user im guessing not, shes been pictured with other drivers but never lando

user here for landos comments

landonorris maybe you should come to a race where I'm not crashing😅

user norizz strikes again user its the fact that she never even replies and he's still trying HAHA user hes fr out here risking his seat for her just not to respond back

mclaren 🧡

user shes finally back in the paddock!!!

user im surprised she doesn't go to more gp's, her dad's literally the ceo of mclaren😭 user i think she's mentioned shes very busy with uni so her schedule usually never aligns with the races

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y/nbrown abu dhabi, UAE

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y/nbrown escaping cold new york weather

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user OMG shes gonna be at the gp again this weekend!!

user landos got one more chance to shoot his shot before the season ends😭

landonorris hope to see you at the paddock!

danielricciardo thanks for letting me borrow that $10 mil bro I owe you🤝 maxverstappen1 thanks for saving my cats out of that burning building, you're a true hero🤝 alex_albon thanks for paying off my whole family's debt mate🤝 carlossainz55 thanks for gifting me that mclaren, i love it mate🤝

user ALL THE DRIVERS IN HER COMMENTS IMDEAD

user his rizz was so bad they had to step in omg. user and she still hasn't acknowledged lando AHAH user a true girlboss, I love her

user i need to know what zak brown thinks off all of this😭

user next season of dts gonna be craZy

user everybodys focused on the comments and not at the fact that these lyrics sound a little sus...

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landonorris posted a story

dannyyyy🤠 y/n wyaaa im in the mclaren garage rn

y/n aren't you suppose to be in umm idk YOUR OWN GARAGE?

dannyyyy🤠 yeah but I need to do something real quick so come

y/n does this have anything to do with lando?

dannyyyy🤠 maybe...

y/n im sorry but he's exactly why im not in the garage rn

dannyyyy🤠 WHAT WHY pls dont tell me I hyped him up just for you not be interested...

y/n im not NOT interested but he's my dad's driver danny this can get messy so fast and what if he doesn't approve

dannyyyy🤠 oh you americans and your dramatics hes already talked to your dad dummy

y/n wait really?

dannyyyy🤠 you really think he would PUBLICLY hit on his boss' daughter without asking first?

y/n idk never really thought about it

dannyyyy🤠 JUST COME DOWN HERE YOU MUPPET

landonorris

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landonorris didn't win the race, but i won her heart

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user FINALLY

y/nbrown cheeseball liked by landonorris

user HE ACTUALLY GOT HER

danielricciardo youre welcome

y/nbrown you pushed me in front of him then ran away...not the best wingman danielricciardo its not like landos rizz was gonna get you together🤷‍♂️ y/nbrown true landonorris hey! I wasn't that bad... y/nbrown whatever helps you sleep at night hun!

user y/n blink twice if you need help

y/nbrown blink blink landonorris 😔

user obsessed with y/n bullying lando in the comments

user I know I love them already

zbrownceo better take good care of her lando

landonorris sir yes sir🫡

user we can no longer make norizz jokes. sigh.

notes: what did y'all think of this one? I loved making it🤸‍♀️

[goldengirliez]

TIPSY MIKEY. We all stan a cute, tipsy Mikey.

09:53 pm

Nighttime is the most amazing part of the day. You can give yourself the attention you deserve, taking care of yourself, watching your favourite show, preparing a nourishing meal... All of this after the frenzy of the day, the heat of the city, the infinite traffic jams, and the overwhelmingness of your daily job.

Once you get your favourite shirt covering you up, you can't help but sigh contently, letting the perfume of the clothing fill your nostrils, the softness of the cotton fabric gently caressing your skin and the white colour of the tissue soothes your tired eyes.

His shirts are always your anchor after a long day when you haven't been able to meet. After a whole week you and your boyfriend, Mikey, haven't been able to meet because of his busy schedule due to an upcoming race and you being buried deep down the pit of work and hectic everyday life.

Just when you're about to get into the covers and call it a day, some motherfucker dares to ring the bell of your apartment, knocking at your door mercilessly. It's almost 10 pm, who could it possibly be?!

Stomping your feet towards the door of your apartment, you rub your eyes in a pissed manner, the lotion you put on your face earlier slightly oiling the tip of your fingers. When you open the door with a frustrated sigh, your eyes go from annoyed to surprised in less than two seconds. You surely didn't expect to find Draken, Mikey's best friend since the old days and a member of his racing team, looking at you apologetically while holding your boyfriend on his back, piggyback style.

You don't question him, despite wanting to do so, and let the beefy man in. He drops Mikey on your couch and he yelps, whining a slurred and slightly annoyed "Ken-chinnnnn".

You and Draken share a look that says it all: he was drunk, dead-drunk, cockeyed.

"A week is left before the big day, everyone wanted to meet up before having to go all in until the race day" Drake sighs and scratches the back of his head.

You have never seen him so shy, he must be quite tipsy too but you decide not to point that out, showing mercy for his virility.

"I'm sorry about this- he kept on blabbering about how much he missed you so I thought this was the best thing to do".

Of course, it is. Mikey's addicted to you. He loves you so much and every time he can't meet you even for a short period, not being able to hold you close and pepper your face in kisses, he loses it and does stupid things like... Getting drunk with his friends.

You can feel a sudden weight on your shoulder, strong arms wrapping around your waist like a snake and a stinging smell of mixed alcohol make its way through your senses.

Mikey's cheek is squished against your shoulder and he looks at you with big, doe onyx orbs and sweet, plump pouty lips.

His obsidian hair is a bit messy, and his cheek is slightly rosy due to his tipsiness.

You could devour him. He looks so adorable.

"Babyyy, is this really you? Fuck– I've missed you so much" winey voice and teary eyes. He always acts like a child whenever he's drunk and that never fails to put your heart in danger because of cuteness overload.

"You did great Draken, I'll take care of him, thank you for bringing him here" you smile at your boyfriend's best mate and motion him to go before Mikey throws off a tantrum on how much he had missed you and how you should have answered to his messages more often.

Just when he gets out you sigh and look at your boyfriend who's snuggling against you (probably because he's not even capable of standing still by himself), caressing your warm skin with the tip of his nose.

“Why haven't you answered any of my calls today, baby?”

It is surprising how his voice rings in your years, shaking your very core: his slurred and childish words from before have been completely replaced by a deep, low and shy whisper. He sounds pained.

You can feel the warmth of his muscles flex on your abdomen as he brings you closer to him until your back is touching his toned chest. His heart is thrumming against his ribcage, you can feel it.

“Can't focus on anything without hearing from you for so long… I get worried too, ya know?”

Your Manjiro has always been this way, whenever he got tipsy, he would always become more clingy, whinier and vulnerable.

Despite this, his charm is undeniable and you can't help but pend from his lips when his words flow effortlessly like the smoothest cream. Listening to him and absorbing his body heat is like indulging in the sweetest thing you might ever taste.

He doesn't do it on purpose, such antics become natural when he's with you: your magnecticity touches every cell of his body and makes it act on its own, getting on the right frequency just because you are there.

You're everything he needs and all he has always had.

You can't blame him for behaving like this, like the lovestruck man he is.

“I’m so sorry, ‘jiro, I've been busy… but I'll make it up to you, okay?”

His body weight leans more towards you as he mutters a slurred ‘you better'. Despite wanting to sound pissed, the smile on his face is clear as day even if his face is hidden in the curve on your neck. His satisfied tone betrays him: maybe wearing one of his shirts was a start to make up for the lost time already.

As your hand smoothes over his liquorice locks you can feel a damp, hot sensation on your neck: his hot breath reaches your skin as he kisses it in both relief and contentment, exciting your nostrils with a pungent hint of alcohol.

Once your hands make contact with his back in a fluid, circular motion, you can feel Mikey's muscles tense and melt in your hold in less than a few seconds: you prepared him a warm bath to help him ease up his paranoia about “you avoiding him” and wash off that nauseous smell of liquor that was making you sick.

The water ripples underneath his body, circular little waves expand and dissolve among the warm water whenever he moves.

Letting the fragrance of the oils and the body wash hug his senses, filling his thoughts with your gentle hand scratching his scalp deliciously with the tip of your fingers and your idyllic voice that echoes through the bathroom walls he feels at peace.

He breathes in deeply every time, his toned chest rises and falls at a slow pace and the droplets of water kiss every inch of the skin for you, sliding down his muscles deliciously.

With his eyes gently closed and his silky, obsidian hair sticking to his forehead slightly, he looks like a greek god, just for you to be blessed with.

You can't help but sigh happily as his consciousness clears up with every passing minute: he starts to make more coherent sentences, talking to you about his week and complaining about his team that put his life in such a hectic frenzy for the upcoming race that he hardly had time to check up on you.

“The only way I thought I could see you was by taking advantage of this dinner: I mean, no one wants to deal with a drunk, complaining pain the ass before the race, yeah? They had to let me come here, I'm a genius!”

You love him for that.

The soft thuds that jog up the stairs are unmistakable: as Mikey reaches your room and opens the door, you are already waiting for him in the bed, keeping the sheets warm for him, and making a comforting nest for his arrival.

He insisted that you wait for him upstairs as he brushed his teeth and dressed up, claiming that he wasn't that tipsy to be looked out for like the big baby he is.

Let's give him credit for that, he was right.

His face seems to be sparking under the warm light of your abatjour, the freshness of his body reaches your nose more and more as he walks closer to the bed, inching towards your face so you can breathe in and taste the minty scent of his mouth onto yours with a sloppy kiss.

When your hand guides its way on his collarbone, tickling his damp skin with your palm, he wastes no time hovering over your frame completely and crushing his weight on top of you, making the soft mattress sink lower underneath your bodies.

Even if Mikey has always had a quite smaller frame compared to other guys, he never fails to knock the breath off your lungs when he catches you by surprise. He might have a thing for that small puff of air that leaves your chest unexpectedly, making you yelp in such a delightful tone… but he would never admit that out loud. Where would the fun be otherwise?

Snuggling against your body, you can feel the tip of his nose playfully rub against your cheek as he kisses your jaw with a small movement of his mouth, the softest flower petals caressing your tender skin graciously.

Useless to say that you'll sleep in that position for the whole night and you have no room to argue, not when your man starts to mindlessly mumble sweet nonsense under his breath and ask questions about your week until late that night.

Mikey's head is still a bit fuzzy, his senses don't connect down on earth fully due to the fragmentary memories of the embarrassing, confused events that happened that night tormenting his subconscious, but he doesn't care: as long as your voice lulls him to sleep, all his repressed pre-race anxieties melt away; every fear of having missed out on a big event of your life that week dissolves into thin air; every inch of the emptiness that your absence brought fills up gradually, leaving him giddy inside.

He doesn't deny it, Manjiro admits that he can be whiney, childish and reckless (idiotic actually): getting drunk and causing a scene at the restaurant, screaming at the waiter because he didn't receive a flag on his entrecôte and spilling the carafe of wine on the white table cloth in front of the team before falling from the chair wasn’t the best idea to get him to your house, especially since he's an emergent public figure in the motorcycle racing industry.

But, honestly, that's all worth it if he gets to spend time with you once again, babying him the way he deserves.

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

This has been in my drafts for way too long, so I decided to finish it– I'm not that proud of the outcome but I hope it brought a smile on your face regardless!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ wing damage ch 3 (mv1)

Australia ends up hotter than expected when Nadine finds herself in a mess of unwanted feelings left over from her fun night in Monaco. Max isn't too confused about how he feels, he just knows he shouldn't be feeling it.

halliwell!reader x max verstappen / fc : sophia la corte

warnings/notes: I UPDATED THE PAST CHAPTERS. PLEASE READ THOSE BEFORE THIS!! holy fuck i finally got this out? yippee!! pretty chill chapter compared to the last few. mentions of alcohol,weird flirting, overprotective max

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nadinehalliwell: bring ur eldest daughter to work day (australia edition)

user1: we love and support the halliwells in this house ‼️

user2: literally redbull royalty.

gerihalliwell: My good luck charm!! Looking beautiful.

⤷ nadinehalliwell: ily mama ♥️

monanotlisa: AAAAA SEXY!!! LOVE UUUU COME BACK TO MONACO SOON ♥️‼️‼️

⤷ nadinehalliwell: if u let me drive the porsche i’ll be back asap.

⤷ monanotlisa: ur such a whore for a porsche 911

⤷ nadinehalliwell: ITS A BABY PINK PORSCHE 911 GT3 WITH WHITE INTERIORS. EVERYONES A SLUT FOR IT.

allycameragirl: OMGGG 😭 BACK ON THE TRACK BABYYY ‼️‼️ SEE YOU IN AUSTINNN!!!

⤷ thenadinehorner: CANT WAIT MY LOVE ♥️♥️♥️

Australia is hot. Blazing hot. I've decided for the next several months to spend time with my mother and sisters, travelling the world and distancing myself from the hell that is home for a bit. Even with my roommates at home with me, my apartment in Monaco doesn't feel like a home.

Ally's not home half the time, too busy being a bit shot movie producer, and Mona's got a huge job lined up. We're never home together anyways. Even though we all love each other to bits, we're all living such different lives. Maybe we should just go our own ways again.

It was nice to live together even for a bit, though.

Dipping into the garage, I pass Checo and give him a fist bump before finding Max and whack his shoulder. GP laughs softly as I dramatically drape myself across Max's back, popping my head atop his as he huffs.

"How's it going, Mad Max?" I muse, "New racing strats?"

I can hear the grin in Max's voice as he says, "Nothing I'm telling you, paddock princess."

"Paddock princess? Excuse me, do I look like George Russell?" I huff, which gets a full body laugh from GP and a decent one from Max as I pry myself off his back and come to just sit next to him like a normal person.

"What's the occasion for the dress? Just the paddock fashion?" Max looks up and down the pink sundress I'm wearing and I perk up, happily blabbing on about how I'd bought the dress in Sydney a few days before the race and wanted something to wear to the race and the part tonight.

"What party?" Max asks, leaning over to fix a hair thats gotten stubbornly stuck to my earring.

"My mom is having a yacht party tonight for all the teams to celebrate the beginning of the season. She couldn't do it in Saudi or Bahrain because of how busy we all were." I look at the notes Max is focused on reading, even though they make little sense to me. GP excuses himself to speak with Hannah, leaving Max and I alone in the little outcove of the garage.

"Ah." Max sighs as a mechanic moves past, tossing a helmet to his colleague as they set up to do some sort of extraction training. Max catches my attention as he says, "and I take it I'm set to attend this?"

"Of course you are. My mom would be devastated without her 'eldest son' there, right?" I lean over to peck a kiss on his cheek as I stand up and brush off my dress as if it'll have anything on it, "gotta run off and find my mom, I'm helping her with media."

"Good luck." Max smiles to me and I can't help the grin that finds my lips as I whisper back the same words and rush down the garage hall to hide the blush that threatens to run up my chest to my face.

There's no fucking way I'm letting this get to me. No, no, no. What Max and I had done was a mistake, and that was how it would stay. Some drunken mistake I thought about a bottle or two deep on a friday night.

I did not love Max Verstappen, and that was that.

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nadinehalliwell: my photographer @ maxverstappen <3

user1: cannot get over how much she actually looks like geri.

user2: MOTHERRRR

maxverstappen: stop drinking all the champagne the party hasnt started yet !!

⤷ nadinehalliwell: no <3

user3: i swear every story post of nadine recently has been her drinking

charlesleclerc: very pink today

gerihalliwell: so so pretty!!

user4: UGH SHES SO PRETTY LET ME BE HER.

By sundown the party was in full swing. The yacht massive, even by my mothers standards, but comfortable enough to fit everyone with room for plus ones and random additions to the roster. Leaving the bar I make my way to the little longue chair area on the top deck, waving happily to some of the drivers and such who mill about up there.

As I go to snag my spot between Max and Charles again, I'm intercepted by one of the newer Sky News reporters. I peeked over his shoulder from the conversation he had left, and saw some people just casually milling about. So I felt a bit better about this random guy coming up to me.

But, from the corner of my eye, I could see Max lean forward a bit more.

"Hello, sorry, I don't think we've met." He holds out a hand with a small grin as he looks me over, "I'm Luke."

"Luke, I'm Nadine, it's nice to meet you." I shook his hand, keeping my eyes firm on his face as he then chooses to keep his eyes firm on my mine. His eyes light up, as if he's realized exactly who he's talking to and it makes me want to scream. Of course.

"Geri's daughter, correct?" He grins and I nod, biting the inside of my cheek as I curl my hand a bit tighter around the fruity little margarita I got from the bar, "Wow, it's great to meet you. I'm sorry about everything that's been happening to you within the past few months, that must be rough.."

"It's been rough but I've got a good support system here, and I'm here with my family too, so they've been very helpful." I keep up the usual wall I keep up with any reporter. I know Luke notices, at the tick of his jaw, but he doesn't say anything else.

"That's good. I'm really glad to hear they're supportive." Luke smiles, "other than doing media for Red Bull, what do you do for work?"

"Just influencer stuff. I post fashion, beauty, and lifestyle content on social media, mostly Youtube, TikTok and Instagram. I also have a podcast on Spotify." I use my usual elevator pitch, "I pay for everything using the creator fund, sponsorships, and other means of ad revenue."

"The whole -- creator fund thing, thats fascinating to me." Luke starts to talk, continuing on and on. The more he talks, the more I begin to realize that this guy just wants to blab on and on about himself. I nod, keeping my interest as he talk about reporting and doing media, and then asking if I do it too.

"I've done some sort work for Sky News before. When Seb did the beehives I was one of the reporters over there with him, which was nice because he and Mark kinda raised me a bit and I hadn't seen him in a while." I smile and Luke nods, and before he even says anything I can tell he's about to try something stupid

"Well, someone as gorgeous as you would definetely be succesful in any field." Luke grins, taking a sip of what I think is an Old Fashioned in hand before his grin falls to a smirk, "and man in charge would be an idiot to not promote a face like yours."

I don't dignify him with any answer. Taking a long sip of my drink as my eyes are level with him. I can tell he's nervous at my lack of response, but before he can talk, Luke's eyes flicker to the side of my head. He squints before a firm, warm hand is pressed to the small of my back.

"Sorry to interrupt," Max smiles placidly, his hand sliding to grip onto my hip, his fingers warm against the skin of the cutout of my dress and sending a shiver down my spine, "but Miss Halliwell here has a certain seat she needs to snag again."

"No worries." Luke gives a stiff response, before turning away with a soft goodbye over his shoulder. Max turns me and tucks me back against his chest as he leans down to ask, "You alright?"

"Yeah. He was just a weirdo." I roll my eyes as he guides my back to my seat, securing me between him and Charles once more, and I happily fall back into conversation.

Not failing to notice the fact Max's hand never leaves my back.

"Max Emilian Verstappen, I swear to god." My voice rings across the quiet hotel room, nails clicking on my cracked phone screen as I type a reply to his comment. Charles laughs softly, his hand pausing midway through fixing my hair as he looks over at my hungover state in my bed. Thanks to him and Carlos, I managed to get back from the yacht party last night with all my belongings and my dignity.

"You're getting full named." He says to Max as if he isn't actively ignoring my complaints. I watch Max peek at my tiny lump in the blankets behind him in the mirror he stands in front of, the back of his hair still drying from the shower. We had to leave for the flight back home within an hour and I was still laying in a ball, still nauseous, still tired and aching.

"Because of the reporter?" He asks, turning his head to Charles who smiles at him with a shrug.

"What was so bad about him?" I ask, "You and Charles are all up in arms about it! I don't even know what he said that was so outlandish!"

"He looked like a damn predator." Max says and if I wasn't as nauseous as I was from blacking out last night (not my proudest moment) I would've chucked a pillow at his head, "and I can't control Charles."

Charles laughs, moving from the mirror to come sit at my side, letting me pop my head onto his lap as he absentmindedly toys with my hair, before he starts braiding it back for the flight home and I groan and cuddle into his touch. Charles was basically my new brother at this point, ever since I moved to Monaco last year.

"He flirted with her infront of everyone, I don't take back my attitude about this." Max turns around, walking over and kneeling in front of me. Brushing the side of my face to feel the heat from my red cheeks, "did you even drink water, Nadi?"

"It was kinda funny!" I protest, careful not to move too much as Charles' nails run along my scalp to collect little sections of my hair, "and I did drink water, and Gatorade. I had like... four big bottles of Gatorade."

"Drink more." Max sits now, long legs folding under himself as he sighs, "before your mom kills me for letting you go out with us."

"Oh hush, you're more of her kid now than I am." I grumble out a complaint before Charles taps my shoulder so I sit up and roll to the other side so he can braid it too. Before Max can reply, the door is knocked on and I close my eyes--pretending to be asleep is easier than being hungover.

"Geri, hey!" Max calls at the door and I groan, Geri suppressing a laugh into a soft huff through her nose. Sitting me up slowly, Charles used the comforter to hide my dress that I was still in, and I curled a bit deeper into its warmth and his touch.

I would literally do anything for Charles in this moment.

"Morning, morning," my mother gives Max a tight hug, the two more mother and son now that team owner and racer. As she comes into the room, she laughs at my burrito, leaning over to peck my forehead.

"Late night?" She asks and I grunt in response. My mother shrugs her bag off one shoulder and digs in it--handing me a water bottle and a thing of Advil.

"Yes, Mama. And I love you." I say as I take the items, popping two Advil and washing it down with the entire bottle of water.

“Mhm.” Geri laughs, taking the empty bottle and tossing it as she shoves the Advil back in her bag, “and you love liquor more.”

“Mama, they had soju.”

“My daughter’s an alcoholic.” Geri huffs as he stands and Max laughs. I made grabby hands at her much like I would when I was a kid and she was my lifeline.

“Oh, she’s very hungover.” another voice calls, before someone comes running into the room and tackles me to the bed.

“Daniel!” I complain, hitting him as I writhe under his weight, “get off!”

“Stop talking to that reporter, and I’ll get off.”

“What is it with him? I’ve been seeing stuff online.” Geri pops her bags down next to Max’s, watching as Max climbs on top of Daniel—effectively putting about three hundred pounds on my already nauseated self while Charles just laughs.

“Did you see that guy yesterday?” Daniel says, whacking Max’s head, and begrudgingly both of my pseudo brothers climb off of me. But Daniel is hungover as well, I can see it in his eyes, so I let him stay on the bed while we shove Max off. Giggling when the Dutch driver unceremoniously thumps to the floor.

“The reporter was flirting with me, apparently.” I shrug, leaning forward to lay my entire body weight on Charles who grunts in response.

“Apparently? He called you gorgeous!”

“Could be a compliment.” Geri smiles, looking over at Max to gage his reaction. He looks less than pleased.

"Alright, well, come on. We have to be at the airport in like... an hour or they won't let us take off until later." Max huffs, taking Daniel's hand to help him up and then Charles. The two of them grab most of the bags and before I know it we're at the airport, me using my Airpod Max's on their soundproof mode to keep my headache at bay. Luckily it doesn't take long for us to get on Max's jet, and my mother takes me to where the bed is so I can sleep.

The little bedroom has a door to close too, so my mom sets herself up on a chair to answer her emails and shuts the door so the boys can be louder without bothering me.

Which, leaves Max, Daniel, and Charles alone towards the front of the jet. Charles stretches out, sitting on a chair next to Max as Daniel sits across from Max.

"Nadine looked sick," Max sighs, running a hand through his hair as he takes a long sip of water, "and I know turbulence gets to her stomach, so I imagine it's worse now that we're in the air."

"I'm sure she's fine, Max. Geri's in there with her." Daniel hums, looking over at the door as if reminding himself of that.

"How do you even remember turbulence gets to her?" Charles yawns, taking a sip of his own water in turn with Max. Leaning back in his chair as he watches Max.

"I just... I dunno. I remember weird shit like that." Max shrugs, looking out the window as they dip through the clouds. He looks back at his two friends, who are sharing looks, and he raises his eyebrows, "what?"

"Why did that Luke guy piss you off so much? Nadine has dealt with her fair share of sleazy reporters." Charles finally bites the bullet and asks, making Daniel raise his eyebrows in shock over the question being asked, and Max sighs.

"Do you really wanna know why that Luke guy pissed me off?" Max murmurs against the rim of his water bottle and both Charles and Daniel nod.

"Because he was flirting with her." Max shrugs softly, capping his bottle and setting it down and he leans back and stretches his back. His hands run through his hair, tugging on it, and closing his eyes as he sighs.

Daniel picks up where Charles left off, "But he flirted with a lot of girls, and it didn't bother you, but the second he set his eyes on Nadine? Why did you get so pissed off?"

"I really don't know but..." Max's voice is almost dark, "Oh, god, it was like seeing red. And he was flirting with her so boldly, in front of everyone, like he owned Nadine and it pissed me off."

"And you still think you don't like her?" Charles groans, kicking Max under the table, "you're so dense."

"I can't like her, you guys know how it is. Geri would fucking kill me, that's her daughter." Max complains and when Charles and Daniel raise their eyebrows he groans and slumps back, "okay, alright, fine. Maybe."

"Maybe?!" Daniel exclaims, getting hushed by the other two. And as Charles carries on the teasing, Max can't do anything more than gnaw on the inside of his cheek and try to swallow his smile.

He's in love with you, and that is that.

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[devilishchaos]

BABYYY drop the daddy Ruben fic, don't be shy <3

Calls | Dad!Rúben Dias imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben goes on a business trip. Me and our son George are sad he is away, so we face time him.

Warnings: use of pet names "babe", "baby"

Word Count: 1 347 words

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

While begging my husband to go on this 3 day business trip, I thought to myself "What can happen in the span of 3 days, right?"  Well, a lot. 

I'm currently 27 weeks pregnant with twins and have a year and a half year old baby-toddler that needs my attention 24/7. Not that I am complaining but the pregnancy alone is being hard on me and my beautiful son throwing constant tantrums about missing his dad doesn't help my situation. Now, I was usually the preferred parent, but George had the tendency to not want to eat and nap while Rúben was away.

Today was going to be a long and hard day for me, I just knew it. I woke up from my nap at 7:00 am, got ready and headed to wake George up because I had an appointment with my OBGYN in an hour and had no one to look after him while I was gone, so I had to take him with me. 

It was a battle but I somehow managed to get him ready for the day, made it to my appointment safely and on time and both of us were back in the coziness of our household before we knew it. 

The moment we stepped through the door - the nausea hit me. And my head started spinning. I somehow made it to the bedroom and laid down on the bed and tried to take deep breaths in hopes for it to go away faster. I closed your eyes for a second and out of nowhere a loud cry pierced the silence. 

With eyes wide open, all my senses on alert, I sat up in the bed and looked at the door to see George standing there, tears falling from his eyes and his tiny hands holding his favorite stuffed animal close to his chest. 

"What happened baby? Are you okay?" I asked, holding out my hands in his direction. 

"Dada.." he managed to say in between wheezing. 

I gave him a sad knowing look. Ever since he was born he was a mama's boy but ever since I got pregnant again he looked up to Rúben more and more, and wanted to do everything that he was doing whether it was directed towards me or other people. And Rúben was the happiest person on earth, soaking in every moment because he knew that it could be taken away from him just as fast as it came. 

"You miss daddy, huh bud?" I softly asked as I helped him get up on the bed to join me. 

He nodded, the movement making his tiny curls shake a little. 

"How about we call him? Would that make you feel better?" 

"Yeah.." George mumbled, while wiping his eyes.

I was already reaching for my phone before I got an answer from him. Since Rúben is in New York and we are in Manchester there is a 5 hour time difference, but it was now way after noon in Manchester and knowing Rúben, he had been awake for some time, so that's why I suggested calling him. Okay and maybe because I miss him too and want to talk to him, but that's another topic. 

I dialed his contact and gave George the phone. After two rings I saw Rúben's gorgeous face and he saw a head full of curls and two big dark eyes watching closely the screen, since George held the phone so close to him. 

"Hey, gorg-" your husband started "-oh, hello big man. What are you doing with mama's phone?" you saw him smiling widly. 

"Dada, miss you." George said and started crying again. 

"Oh, no. Don't cry buddy. I miss you so much too." 

"Home." 

"I'm coming home tomorrow, baby and I'm not going anywhere after that, okay?" Rúben asked as a sad smile made its way on his face. 

"Home now?" George asked as he tilted his head slightly the exact same way Rúben does and it made your heart throb. 

"I wish buddy, but I have one more thing to do and then I promise I'm gonna catch the first flight back home and I'm coming straight to you. But I need you to do something for me, okay. You have to eat lunch and dinner, and you have to go to sleep when mommy says. Can you do that for me? That way I'm going to come home faster. Do we have a deal, G?" Rúben asked, slightly raising his eyebrows. 

"A deal.." his son responded while rubbing his eye "Now play." 

"Okay, you can go and play now. Loves you." your husband said as he leaned into the camera and kissed it, your guys's little tradition that now George did too. 

"Loves you." George said cutely and kissed your front camera. He gave you the phone and ran out of your bedroom and into his playroom. 

I took the phone and positioned it against my big water bottle in front of me as I greeted my hansome husband "Hi, meu amor." 

"Hey, mama. How are you holding up? Big man giving you a hard time?" Rúben asked you giving you sad eyes. 

"He just misses you." I exhaled "Nothing changed after the call yesterday, we're going to see what happens today. I miss you too, tho. We miss you too." I simply explained rubbing my round belly.  

"I'm sorry babe. I miss all of you. Can't wait to be back home. I'm never leaving again." he shook his head as to make it more believable.

"Rúben, we talked about this. What you're doing right now is for your career and for us. So that you can take more time off while the twins come, just as you did when we welcomed George. Don't feel guilty, you're not doing anything wrong, babe. We'll get through this. We have to. In fact it's almost over." I smiled at him trying to lighten the mood. 

"This is why I made you my wife. Eu te amo muito." Rúben said looking lovingly at the screen in front of him. 

"I love you more." 

"Period." he said while snapping his fingers, which made both of you to start giggling.

"Stop. I'm gonna pee my pants!" I said in between laughing. 

"Okay, okay. So how did the appointment go? Everything alright?" Rúben's face went completely serious in a spare of seconds. 

"Yes. Babies are doing just fine." I said and took a breathing break "I however, am struggling. Babe, I'm 27 weeks into this pregnancy and do you know what my doctor told me? That I'm measuring full term compared to a singleton pregnancy. That's very overwhelming considering that I hopefully have 8 or 9, 10 weeks left in the absolute ideal case scenario. And technically I am still 6 months pregnant. At the very end of my 6th month. Can you believe this?" I looked at him with a questioning face. 

Rúben's eyes went wide "Wow." 

"Wow indeed. I mean..that's what I get for having children with a freaking giant, I guess." 

"Hey. You looooove this giant. And the babies that you both made." Rúben winked at me, eyes going soft and a smile appearing on his lips "Everything will be okay. Just try not to overwork yourself. And no, I'm not saying don't do nothing and just lay in bed all day. But you are very pregnant and are taking care of a fussy baby-toddler. Please, just take it easy while I'm away. When I come back it will be different." 

"I'm gonna try my best. Now I have to go to make a snack because I'm starving and you have work to do. So talk to you later. You also take it easy, okay." I lovingly smiled at him, damn I can't wait for it to be tomorrow already. 

"Alright, talk to you later. Loves you." 

"Loves you." both of us said at the same time, smiling at each other, leaning in and kissing the front cameras on our phones, sharing a virtual kiss and ending the call.

[deadghosy]

Not a request, but I wanna know from you...

HOW THE HAZBIN HOTEL CHARACTERS WOULD ACT DURING NIGHT 5 IN FNAF.

(Including the Vees and the angels).

Please do it my brain is rotting/pos and ur the only type of blog I can ask these questions lmao

Mmmmmh, I haven’t played fnaf since i was gah damn 6 years old and I only saw like night 1. But I heard about how damn hard night 5 is. So here we go.

Lucifer, this man…..THIS SHORT LIL FUNNY MAN IS MOST DEFINITELY TRYING TO NOT BLOW UP THE WHOLE THE WHOLE RESTAURANT. But he fails as Freddy turned off the lights only to get knocked by a big ass apple Lucifer had thrown. Lucifer is staying in his palace watching cartoons.

Charlie, what makes you think she would be in there without her father who is telling her “GET YOUR ASS BACK HOME!” With her lovely girlfriend. But nah honestly she’ll try to pull a Snow White and try to talk to the animatronics that wants to kill her as freddy’s eyes start to flash its light.

Vaggie, I mean she would be so skeptic to even take the job. So when it reaches night 5, you better believe she turned into the meme of “fuck this shit I’m out.” Immediately she is stabbing them with the spear.

Alastor, PFTTT- this man is burning the place down dead ass😭. This man will probably so just sit and drink tea as he causes another fnaf 3 😭😭

Angel dust, mosttt definitely will try to flirt his way out of being skilled and put into a suit. If that fails. He’s running max speed in them damn high leg heels his got while clutching his pearls and purse 🧍🏾

Husk, he’s too drunk for the damn job 😭 he probably acts like that Mike version that like got bite by foxy? Yk that Version? Uuuh what’s her name rebonica? Yeah that mike version but just grumpy and an alcoholic

Sir pentious, he’s crying as he curls up. 😭 poor thing, and his egg boil ate trying to survive the night as one of them dead by being cracked. But chica probably wants to adopt one of them eggs lol

Cherri, she’s blowing that bitch up if foxy tried running towards her.

The Vee’s, they are the trio who argue who is doing what duty to watch them robot fuckers. But mostly I think Vox will make them haywire and just walk out as if he is some badass

Adam, “yeah fuck no” is what he would say if one of them try to get him. He’s dead ass throwing them out the office and closing all the doors.

Lute, …..she’s straight up leaving the minute the power goes out. Not in fear, but she is tired of this shit and wants to just relax.

Sera, What makes you think she would even be in that place- 😭 she’s literally in heaven just minding her business when she gets teleported surrounded by robots. She might as well just opens portal and go to heaven and leave them looking dumb.

Emily, no. Just no. This sweet BABYYY😭😭🥺 but if I had to, she would be like Charlie and pull a Snow White while trying not to cry in fear.

THATS ALL I GOT!

[kyday]

Solace | Kate Bishop

Summary: It's one of those nights again where Kate disappears and doesn't come back until it's early morning. You have finally had enough. warnings: bad writing (sorry not sorry), few swear words. light angst with a happy ending. enjoy!! wordcount: 1200+ ------------------

Katiee 💘: hey love, i know you’re at work right now, but im just telling you that ill be busy the entire day. I have so much to do today so i might not be able to open my phone as often.

You: hi babyyy, its fine. i get it,  just make sure to text me once everything  is over, okay? love you.

Katiee 💘: of course, dont worry. love you too, mwuah! 9:23 am

It was 11:34 pm, the flickering lights of NYC fluttered outside your window, and the constant noise of cars passing by was nothing new. You had been up all night waiting for a reply from your girlfriend, Kate.

Her last reply was in the morning, after that— radio silence. Her silence was unnerving, although you had gotten used to her doing this, it never was this drastic. You kept opening your phone every time it turned on, expecting it was her message, but still; nothing.

You: babyy, are you free noww? if not, i hope you finish up soon. mwuah. 6:02 pm

You:

heyy, i know this is probably just one of your busy days but are you donee? lucky misses you already.  text me when you get this. 7:35 pm 

You:

kate, Im getting worried. you haven't been answering the entire day. is everything fine? please text me once you see this. 9:00 pm

You:

Kate??? Please tell me you’re okay. I'm worried sick. 9:58 pm

You anxiously paced around your bedroom, at the corner of the room Lucky was sleeping on his bed. He was planning on staying up with you but at 10 pm he accidentally fell asleep. You make your way to the dining room, leaving a light on— you’ll wait for Kate here.

You can feel your eyes slowly giving up, trying to keep yourself up— you try to rub your face to stay awake a bit more. 

This hasn’t been the first time Kate has done this. Ever since last year when she hit that large bell tower, she had changed. There were times you often pretended to not know when she had cuts or bruises— she was a bad liar. You can often see her limping or wincing every time she moves.

You never questioned her about it though. You didn't want to overwhelm her especially since her mother got sent to jail for murdering people. But ever since that— it seemed like she was burying herself in her work more and more. The cuts or bruises were more visible, you remember when she didn't come home for a day and she blamed it on her cousin who was in town and wanted some tour around NYC.

Right as you were about to fall asleep, you heard the sound of keys clattering and curses being mumbled as the person entered the front door. You recognized the voice to be Kate. “Fuck, fuck fuck.” 

She stopped in her tracks when she saw you standing in front of the couch. There was a moment of silence between you, “Where the hell have you been?” You questioned in disbelief. She puts down her bow on the nearest table, you watch her intently.

“The company had me go overtime since there were extra projects due. Look, I sorry-” 

She explains but you quickly cut her off. “Oh my god, then why the hell do you bring your fucking bow or why couldn't you even text me once? Do you think I'm stupid Kate?” She sighs, massaging her temple.

“Y/n, let's not do this right now.” She mumbles, giving you a tired look. “I'm tired, we can talk about this in the morning.” You shook your head immediately.

You stepped closer to her. “No, we are talking about this now. Because in the morning you’ll be gone even before I wake up. Goddamit, I'm not oblivious! I know that your work isn't from seven am to eleven fucking pm!” Kate is starting to become more irritated with you, trying to bite her tongue from saying anything.

“What the hell are you hiding from me? I was worried sick, I waited up until what? Eleve-” You look at the clock. 12:10 am. “Its fucking midnight!” Kate knows she deserves this, but she's tired, way too tired to fight right now.

“Who said you had to fucking wait for me?” She replies, stunning you.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh my god, maybe because I'm your girlfriend, Kate! Have you ever thought of that?”

As the tension in the room thickened, Kate's expression softened, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to worry you," she said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "I know I've been distant lately, and I haven't been completely honest with you."

You can feel your frustration, but you are also worried. “Then why, Kate? Why do you keep shutting me out? Why are you not telling me the truth?” Kate looks down in guilt, her superhero duties have been such a huge thing for her that she forgot her true priority, you.

“I haven't been honest with you..” She starts off.

“No shit Sherlock.” You mumble, earning a smile from her.

She coughs, “I know this may uh- this may seem unbelievable but I've been working with Hawkeye to bring this organization down.” She stopped to see your reaction, but your face was like stone. “And just— today we were so close to getting them but they got away.” Kate continues, her voice turning into a whisper at the end, you can hear the disappointment in her voice.

“But you didn't have to hide it from me, Kate.” You start, tears welled up in Kate’s eyes.

“I didn't want to make you worry, I'm so sorry.” She whispers.

You walk over to her and wipe her tears. “I'm always worrying about you, you know that. It doesn't matter how crazy your story is. Hell, if you told me you were fighting aliens, I would believe you. Because I trust you, Kate. And I need you to put that same trust in me.” You explain, hugging her.

You can feel her nod against your chest. “No more secrets, okay?” 

“Okay.” She mumbles, latching onto you.

You chuckle, “Come on, we can cuddle in bed.” She protests for a second, saying she wants to lie down on the floor. But you manage to convince her into going to the bedroom for cuddles.

She plops down on the mattress, and you follow behind her. “I'm sorry again, I won't do it again, love.” She looks up at your eyes, you smile at her. 

“It's okay now. Just go to bed, okay?” She nods, and she inches closer to you before pressing her lips onto yours. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight love.” Kate mumbles tiredly, cuddling up to you. And for a moment, the loud cars outside quieted down, and the bright city lights weren't so bright anymore. 

Kate realized that she could only have this comfort with you.

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

romanticide

TW: Blood, violence, angst, gun, bruises, kinda flirty Ig I'm so back babyyy

The quiet was supposed to be relaxing. But all it served was to tie knots in the hero's stomach and force the muscles in his shoulders to taut.

Maybe it was his fault he liked loud music and busy restaurants and never quite minded traffic noise. And yet his job shoved him in all the dark, silent places imaginable.

As another added bonus, any slight deviation of focus from his work would essentially lead to some sort of deadly disaster, which was why the hero's gun was immediately cocked and in his hand when he heard a twig snap too far away for it to be his own foot.

A soft laugh made its way into his ears, his jack-rabbiting pulse managing to speed up so ridiculously it seemed his arteries would burst with the pressure.

"Watch your step," the villain smirked, and he wasn't amused in the slightest.

Normally the hero had something snarky to respond with ready on his tongue, but not today. Not when even breathing felt bloody exhausting. "What do you want?" he breathed out instead, sounding defeated before the fight even started.

The villain looked mortified, as though the hero had already fired his gun at her. "What's got you in such a mood?" she questioned, poking a finger at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you here to fight or pretend to bond with me?"

He had to admit he was surprised with just how fast the criminal had wrestled the gun out of his hand. She was getting more efficient lately, and it unnerved her enemy.

"Pretend?" she asked incredulously, the theatrics giving the hero enough time to get his weapon back, except he only put it back on the holster on his hip.

The villain was arrogant enough to be sure the hero wouldn't ever go for a kill shot, and he despised that fact.

In another reflection of most of their fights, the villain threw a punch and the hero countered just as fast, though he noticed he'd barely managed to defend himself in time. Only for the villain to aim a kick to his shins he didn't block quickly enough. She got stronger, her silhouette more muscled than he remembered under the suit. And the realisation made his face burn in a way he could discern wasn't from the fight.

He was losing his goddamn grip, and the villain, sharp as a knife, had definitely noticed. "What's up with you? You're not quite yourself tonight, darling," she crooned, aiming a punch to the hero's jaw this time.

Except he caught her arm with such force, his grip bruising, twisting it painfully away from him, failing to disguise a small smirk playing on his lips as the villain gasped sharply. "Better?" he asked, the smirk morphing into a strangely soft smile as he watched the villain struggle before finally managing to get his hand off.

It still surprised him how well the villain took the pain, grinning radiantly at him. "Considering I'll feel much less guilty destroying the masterpiece you have for a face, sweetheart, it's a yes from me."

The hero cursed under his breath. He would much rather the villain carve his heart out than make it beat so much faster, than let a warm, pleasant and yet tantalisingly painful feeling seep across his chest and spread through the rest of him like wildfire.

The hero loved control like he loved the air he breathed, so the way the villain seemed to toy with him, the way his mind seemed to wander to places he was too scared to visit was practically driving him into madness. And yet he wasn’t even sure he completely hated the idea of letting go.

The villain, of course, never failed to notice the slight shift in the hero's demeanour, the slight uncertainty in his moves, followed by a strangely powerful vigour, as though trying to compensate for the lack of gusto earlier.

She struck her fist into the hero's nose, drawing blood and smirking at how it threw him off.

Just his bloody luck that the villain had to be wearing a bunch of stupid rings on her knuckles.

The villain swore softly, her lips curling upwards into a malicious smile. “You didn't like that much, did you, love?” 

Any trace of timidness from before had been completely obliterated as the hero swung his leg directly into the villain's with a snarl, and she fell back onto the pavement with a pained groan, the thinnest streak of crimson making its way down her forehead.

The hero hated himself for the strange pang of guilt leaving a palpable ache in his chest as the villain struggled only slightly to get off the ground, staring at him with a strange mix of frustration and awe.

“I'm guessing that's a no?” she asked, mock-innocence lining her tone, as she aimed for the hero's throat, only for him to block.

“I don't know what about me gives you the idea that being punched into oblivion is one of my favourite pastimes,” he retorted, unable to resist the urge to roll his eyes, incredibly close to landing a punch on the villain's jaw.

Only for her to catch his fist and flash him a brilliant smile that practically lit up the dark sky around him. “You've been training harder,” she said, like it was an indisputable truth, “and while I should probably be upset by this knowledge, it's making you even more gorgeous, so I'll bite.” 

The hero lost focus as his breathing grew even shallower at the way the villain looked at him, like she couldn't get enough of him, like he was priceless artwork that needed to be admired.

“What do you want?” the hero repeated again, feeling so ridiculously stupid, the blood rushing to his cheeks with a hot sting and leaving them an embarrassing shade of red.

He was so alone, and he hated it, so desperate for this kind of feeling, this kind of high that forced the air out of his lungs, that let flames lick his body and left his mind an incoherent mess, that let his tongue twist uselessly in his mouth and struggle to form any words. The set of emotions only the villain had been capable of making him feel lately.

But he was also terrified of his own addiction to the feeling, scared of its chains making their way around his neck and choking the life out of him slowly because the hero had been so usable before, so goddamn easy to sway, no matter how much he tried to argue he wasn't.

The villain laughed, sardonic and impatient, like the hero was missing some very obvious piece of information, swinging a fist at his chest that felt strangely harsher than usual. “I've never taken you for a fool, sweetness,” the villain half-snarls, sounding more desperate than angry, “why do you think I expose my damned feelings to you every time we fight? Why do you think I keep trying? Because I honestly don't know what you want at this point, Hero. I'm almost sure even you don't know what you want.” 

And the villain didn't hit him again, hesitating instead like she wasn't quite sure what to do with her hands. He's never seen her look hurt before, shame written all over her face like a sad story.

“I don't know what I want?” the hero asked, something in him finally snapping, the terror replaced with something new, something stronger, as his fingers wrapped themselves around the villain's arm, pulling her up against his chest, drawing a soft, almost shocked gasp out of her.

He'd been shoving his desires and hopes into a box and locking them up for so long, and the cruelty of the resulting pain seemed to outweigh the fear by far too much for it to be ignored.

“I want your arms around my neck, and my lips on your jaw,” he started, going through with both those things, a mix of gentle and passionate, and he tilted the villain's chin up with one hand, his thumb stroking softly across her jaw.

She's beautiful; bright green eyes with dark lashes, almost feline in nature and luscious waves of sandy hair that framed her face gorgeously and even the streak of blood could barely distract from the villain's undeniable beauty.

“I want to lose my breath when you talk to me, and I want that fire in my blood you light like a matchstick. I want to give you my heart and trust you not to break it, just like I want yours to love.” 

The villain didn't say anything, going quiet for a moment before wrapping her arms completely around the hero's torso and pulling him into a hug. “I will find whoever it is that broke your heart, and I will kill her.” 

And when the hero let out a soft laugh, he could literally feel the villain frown against him. “You deserve all the love in life, Hero.” And she held onto his shoulders to reach, pressing her lips into a soft kiss on the crown of his dark hair, and  then another to his collarbone, warm breath tickling his skin and drawing a soft laugh out of him. 

There is no love without danger, no life without risk. No matter how comfortable catering to fear may seem, it is no different from holding onto a blunt knife; slow to wound and yet still deep to scar. More often than not, you are your own jailer, your past your prison. Love may not conquer all, but it has always outweighed fear by a long shot.

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[emmyrosee]

Blog recommendations? 👉👈

(DONT WORRY I LOVE YOUR WORK BUT I NEED MORE FOOD TO SATISFY HUNGRY BRAIN, LIKE SUKUNA STUFF OR JJK OR HAIKYUU OR FLUFF IDK MAN IM A MASSIVE SIMP😭)

BDJDIDNDODN BABYYY ITS OKAY!!! You don’t have to explain, I gotchu!!

In no particular order bc I’m dumb and I only can think of things one at a time-

@rrairey MY OG SUKUNA DEALER- Their pieces are so fun to read, I’m always so excited to go and stalk their blog bc I’m a creep and I’ll go back on pieces like no one’s business 🫣🩷

@reverie-starlight KICKING MY FEET GIGGLING, especially with their osamu and kuroo pieces. Plus they write for a flurry of characters and fandoms so there’s always something for someone and UGH ILY REV 👀🩷

@lowkeyremi just. What can I say. What cAN I SAY- they’ve got so much to offer in the fandom game, their pieces are so addictive I eat them like chips. I’m a sucker for anything choso and their choso is *chefs liss*

@sashimiyas literally has me in a chokehold every single time they pop up on my feed, and I absolutely STALK their poor blog bc I’m a feral animal who cannot be contained

@shoulmate is the absolute GOAT with gn reader pieces and making them so fun, so flowy, so cohesive, especially their multi part fics bc I WISH I had that ability SMHHHHH

@dira333 has AMAZING fluff and AMAZING banter in their pieces. I’m always kicking my feet and giggling smh.

@natdu THE LOML!!! Their fluff has me in an absolute frenzy, I turn into such a better person when I read their fluff, esp their miya twins pieces 🥺🩷

If I forgot anyone, I sincerely apologize, it’s not you, it’s me and my memory of a peanut butter there’s so many amazing writers out there and I want you to comment so I can stalk you as well 🫣🩷

[sluttysaph]

Babyyy, you get it. The baby monitor, that’s definitely how it would start for us.

You haven’t been invited to our bed yet, mommy thinks you need time to adjust before we start introducing you to our sex life, but I’m impatient and you’re just too cute to resist. Despite how put together and proper she can be, mommy cannot keep quiet when she’s being fucked deep and primal and I talk about breeding her full. I know this, of course and decide to use it to my advantage. Your room is close enough to ours that I know you’ll hear us, my grunting, her moans, the wet slapping of my hips on her ass. After a few nights of this I know for certain you’ve been getting antsy and exploring your body more. Between rounds I check the baby monitor and I can see you squirming and touching yourself. Finally one night I see you grinding on a little plush that I got you, and I know it’s time.

I let mommy know that the baby is awake and she tells me to make sure I put some boxers on to go check on you so that I don’t scare you, but the bulge is obscene either way. I walk into your room with the purpose of catching you, you’re terrified you’re in trouble, but I tell you you can make it up to daddy, that I have a very important job for you. I lead you back to our room and instruct you to sit on the bed by mommy, who is still a little too out of it to know what’s going on. I position mommy on her back and take off the boxers, giving you the first look at the strap, maybe it’s our biggest one, maybe it’s one of those gross monster ones mommy pretends she doesn’t like but always begs to suck when I wear it, either way it’s frightening.

I’d ask you to spit in my hand, you look disgusted but do as I ask. I use it to lube the strap a little for mommy. As I push in, I tell you that mommy probably would love for you to hold her hand, I suggest you tell her how pretty she looks, kiss her nipples, suckle on them. Finally I take your hand and bring it to mommy’s cunt, at first you’re scared I’m going to make you touch my cock, but instead I show you how to rub mommy’s clit to make her feel good and help her come. After she comes down she tells you how good and brave you were, and I can see in your eyes how perfect of a toy you’re going to be for us 🧸

gosh. gosh gosh gash😵‍💫 ur writing>>>

id stay awake late everynight, waiting for you to start, always biting my lips and squeezing my legs together cuz im feeling so much. id start humping the plushie just slightly at first, with my pyjamas on and under the blanket, but soon enough id be undressing myself and getting out. maybe u can watch me on the baby monitor while u fuck? being extra loud and rough, watching my reaction and the way i hump my stuffie. sometimes i leave my door open slightly, hoping u dont notice, but u do and u leave ur open as well, to make sure i hear it all.

i would be terrified. i would be so busy by humping that i wouldn’t hear the door open fully and suddenly ure there in my room and im all naked and being so naughty. i might even start crying, so scared ull punish me and so confused when u just tell me to come sit on the bed. mom’s laying there all naked with cheeks red and i cant stop looking at her body and it makes me feel even more naughty, the same way i feel whenever i look at the huge bulge in ur boxers.

the strap is huge. mesmerising, making me not want to look anywhere else while im also terrified by its size and shape.

i always want to help mom out! i only hold her hand at first, watching u slowly sink in and feeling mommy squeeze my hand hard. u tell me to kiss her to make itbetter, so i do even if i might not know how to do it properly. she navigates my head on her boobs, holding me down as i kiss and suck on them and listen to both of u moan loudly. it makes me so tingly, making me hump the air. u notice, obv, but dont give it much attention; first u, then me.

scared to touch ur cock. yes yes yes😵‍💫 mommys so wet and u take my hand into ur hand, helping me touch her to really make her feel good, putting my own fingers into my mouth to such off her juices. putting your fingers into my mouth to see how obscene will i look once i suck ur strap for the first time.

🥺🥺🥺 shes gonna kiss me so proudly, will cuddle me and make me sleep with u two, cuddled up naked between mommy and daddy with a kiss goodnight. i might be falling asleep with hands palming me everywhere<3

[thatanimewriter]

WHERE WERE YOU?

➳ request: hii, can i request a isshiki/reader scenario where reader gets expelled due to losing a shokugeki? (pretty angsty sorry,, if its fine with you,,,) thank youu

➳ character/s: isshiki satoshi

➳ warnings: swearing, hurt no comfort

➳ word count: 0.6k  

➳ notes: angst babyyy, here you go (after the long wait) tbh, idk how angsty this actually is, i kinda struggled ngl but i did my best??

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

his elite 10 duties had been keeping him away from you for the past god knows how long, though as far as you were aware, he’d joined central when nakiri azami took over totsuki.

even before this happened, you’d felt neglected during the moon festival since he’d been busy with his stall. you thought that maybe things would blow over after that and you could spend some time with your boyfriend after the festival, but that seemed impossible at this rate. no matter, you couldn’t think about isshiki at the moment, because you were waiting by the entrance to the arena for your shokugeki. naturally, anyone who opposed central would have to compete in one if they wanted to retain their unique methods of cooking.

you should have thought twice about it though, because not only were central competitors adhering to the cooking style that azami wanted, but the judges were rigged either way. you couldn’t say you didn’t expect to lose, but the hurt didn’t go away.

“[name],” isshiki called as you stormed past him, entering your dorm room and slamming the door behind you, taking the extra liberty of locking it to prevent someone from entering. “[name],” he repeated, softly knocking on the door.

“fuck off, isshiki,” you responded, a clear frustration laced within your tone.

he paused at your aggression. “[name], what’s up?” in hindsight, it was a really stupid question, but it was much easier to open with that than go straight for your expulsion.

“if you were in the bloody arena you would know, but you probably weren’t since you’ve been getting mixed up with the new elite 10 and getting all buddy-buddy with nakiri azami,” you spat, pulling your suitcase from underneath the bed, throwing the lid open and letting it bang against the bed frame.

“what?”

“where the hell have you been for the past month?” you demanded, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “what have you been doing that made it so that i never saw you at all?” for once, isshiki didn’t seem to have a response. whether it was because you were right or because he was unsure how to approach you in your angered state, you’d never know. scoffing, you turned to close the door again, but he quickly pushed back, needing the opportunity to talk to you, even if it would go up in flames.

“[name], please, what’s going on?” he repeated.

“i got fucking expelled is what happened,” you snapped, lightly shoving his chest. even in your annoyed state, you could never bring yourself to physically harm him. 

“you lost your shokugeki?” he asked, concern written into his expression as he stepped into your room, gently closing it behind him.

at his response, you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “yeah, of course you knew i had one but never bothered to help me with it. classic.”

“do you need help packing?” isshiki offered gently.

“are we just gonna ignore the fact that i’m getting expelled and you’ve been no help and we’re probably never gonna see each other again? not to mention that-” the further you rambled, the more you seemed to break. the anger that exuded from you and the rage within your eyes melted away into despair as your heart hammered in your chest.

isshiki pulled you into his arms, gently running his hands up and down your back. he sighed to himself as you tried to push yourself away from him, but he gripped you tighter. “i’m sorry.”

wriggling your way out of his embrace, you scowled at him through a wall of tears. “no you’re not...”

[praebitorem-glaciei]

Hehe..

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Esen isn't a bottom by any means, he's actually pretty experienced. So it depends on who dominated that time. If it was him, he'll softly kiss Aalto's tacet mark and then get him some water, clean up the condoms and lube. Make sure both of them take a piss.

If he bottomed he usually massages his legs to ease the pain, but Aalto has started doing it for him. He usually just goes to the bathroom, takes care of his legs, drink some water, and then CUDDLES while watching a show.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself would be his tits or ears.

His favourite body part on partners is usually their ass. Which is true for Aalto but additionally, he loves Aalto's hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

Loves being cummed on~! Absolutely the kinda guy to dig being covered in it. If he has to wash his hair to get the cum out later it was an extra good time.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's listened to Aalto masturbate before and got off to it. It.. was not a one time occurrence.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Pretty experienced! But between his last lover and Aalto there was definitely a good period of time where he didn't have sex. So he's a bit rusty but so fucking eager

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Absolute favourite is doggystyle where he's on his forearms and knees and his partner is gripping his hips with full access to his sternum tacet mark to play with. Usually his tail has to be pinned between his back and his partner's body though lol-

Second favourite is this riding position, where he can bite and kiss Aalto's throat and neck, and choke him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Very goofy! Giggly lil fox guy

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Trimmed! He's a very cleanly man. The carpet is very interesting- I answered xray before this one so the info is there mostly lol

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Esen loves romance, he's not even secret about it. He loves intimacy so much.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He created his own vibrator. He masturbates every time. Aalto. Does. Ahem.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wax ♡♡ loves hot wax over his body

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom mostly but he likes sex in the alleyway outside their place or the beautiful surroundings. But for a real fun one? The roof.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Everything. But when his partner is focused and the tongue slips between his lips and he licks his bottom lip. Esen is WET immediately.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being degraded turns him off. He's not your fucking test subject.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers giving. But he has a habit of deepthroating and ignoring the tip cause he just gets too eager. Tug his hair a lil and pull him back up-

But when he's eating pussy he is SUCKING on that clit/tdick/whichever. UNTIL ITS RED AND SWOLLEN AND HIS PARTNER CRIES FROM OVERSTIM.

Did I mention the oral fixation?

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough babyyy!

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't care. Esen just wants to be fucked as close to daily as possible. And given he's a very busy "consultant" he'll take a quickie if he's gotta

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oooh yeah. Does pretty often too! Wdym he wants to fuck directly beside where the impermanence heron is nesting???

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

More than his partner can usually lol

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mhm!! Cock rings and vibrators and weird shaped dildos his beloved.. both him and his partner!

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gets too eager so he's kinda bad at intentional teasing. But phewww is he good at accidental teasing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Pretty quiet, soft pants mostly. groans. Esen kinda always.. forces himself to be pretty quiet, sex is no different.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One time he pinned Aalto to the ground from behind and bit his tacet mark with his fangs in the middle of the dim forest just to see what he'd do.

Aalto misted out as a defence mechanism only to mist directly back underneath Esen when he realized who tf it was

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Tboy with hairy pussy!!! He doesn't have much of a tdick unfortunately, but it's definitely bigger than his clit ever normally was.

He trims but doesn't shave. His pubes are dark brown with some green ones littered throughout lol

His boob shape and size is pretty much like this chest plate:

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very very high! Not quite hypersexuality but there are times where makes some poor sexual choices cause of his needs.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually needs a drink before falling asleep. So it can take him a while.

[the-whispers-of-death]

yknow whats worse than sylvester disappearing from work for a few days because of the injured back?

yonuthia!stone using all his energy up for the day and now being forced to just watch from the shadows as he tumbles down the stairs without having the ability to help him get up or anything

maybe just him forced to watch as mārīte fumbles on the phone to call the ambulance as well, while sylvester is trying to stay calm and not move too much. forced to watch strangers bring him to the hospital for inspection

i feel like mārīte stays with ainārs during this time, because she obviously cant fend for herself, so her uncle's the obvious choice. maybe stone's forced to watch this absolute stranger (to him) drive mārīte across the city to this sad little apartment

ainārs is a busy guy, so the apartment is very bare-bones. idk i have this image of mārīte holding onto him, with a backpack of clothes on and a plush in her hand. shes worried about her dad but also wants to be a big girl and not cry in front of her uncle (babyyy nOooo its okay you can cry :((()

~ rusty

Not the angsttt. I'm already dealing with a very sad Orinothicor. :((

I imagine that when Yonuthia!Stone manages to get enough power to use basic abilities, he tries to cheer Mārīte up with some little shadow creatures playing with her. If you hear sniffling coming from the shadows, it's Stone because he feels so terrible that he can't do more to comfort her.

[staryuee]

WHEN THEY WANT ATTENTION / ARE NEEDY

꒰warnings꒱ semi proofread ʅ（◞‿◟）

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . alhaitham, kaveh, kaeya, venti, xiao, shenhe, tartaglia, scaramouche, kokomi, ayato

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . SFW! you can imagine certain ending outcomes ehem either way tho <3 also sorry for being dead , school has been beating my ass ( T_T)＼(^-^ )

AL HAITHAM — 艾尔海森

— nonchalant and subtle yet somehow upfront; yeah, his personality extends to your love life too

— he wont outright tell you he wants you, but rather opts for seeking out ways to have you close to him, thats more than enough for him

it’s rather rare for the illustrious scribe to even be in the mood to scout the attention of people but even more so to stay quietly idle when he is in dire need of your affection. alhaitham despises talking around the problem, he is very to the point, much to a lot of peoples dismay, but when it comes to problems concerning love.. he becomes a little more hesitant.

currently, alhaitham was distracting himself by reading some novel on the couch. despite his normally calm and collected demeanour, his mind was a complete blur. his head ached with warming images of you and your touch.

he had this uncontrollable urge to see you; he needed your warmth. his chest was tightening as he stared blankly at the pages of the book with furrowed eyebrows. “woah, what did the book ever do to you?” you tease him with an adoring laugh. his gaze quickly focuses on you without a second thought.

“nothing. could you come here, please?” he was such an expert on masking his true feelings and intentions it was borderline bizarre. you looked slightly concerned before walking over and taking your place next to him. he immediately wraps his arm around your waist your breath hitching as he pulls you close. he kisses the crown of your head, “you don’t mind giving me some special attention, do you? you’ve been gone for quite a while.”

alhaitham didn't think he sounded desperate but it would've been impossible to miss the waver in his voice or his obvious worry. vou knew his emotions were well hidden from most people because he never wore his heart on his sleeve, his intelligent arrogance was almost like a shield against all feelings.

he picked up his book once more and began to read, only this time, he held you tightly under his arm, occasionally pecking your forehead delicately. alhaitham’s love for you isn’t loud or obvious, but amidst its quiet subtlety you can certainly tell his feelings are pure and true.

KAVEH — 卡维

— needy, pouty and dramatic; the epitome of kaveh!! his love for you is immeasurable so by proxy his clinginess knows no bounds

— however, while he is extremely clingy and love-dovey with you, it doesn’t mean that there isn’t that lil’ pang of insecurity caving in his heart as he questions your intentions for your lack of affection

with each hush and disappointed pout from you he rolled his eyes; the arising annoyance becoming much clearer as he leans back with crossed arms and stares at the mundane ceiling. he’s been hearing the same phrase for the past couple of hours now; “i’m busy, give me a few more minutes love.”

kaveh is absolutely not the type of person to simply mind his business even when politely asked to because shouldn’t you be PERFECTLY able to complete your work WHILE giving him the attention he deserves? he respectfully curses your rude, blissful ignorance (he overthinks the reason you’re ignoring him) and stares at you like a kicked puppy of some sort.

“[name], darling, love, babyyy~ is there another reason as to why you’re ignoring me?” he chimes, putting all his body weight onto you.

“my beloved sunshine,” you cup his cheeks with both hands, feeling the intense heat bloom into a fiery blush, “i’ve told you this repeatedly; i’m working. not ignoring you, just concentrating.” he opens his mouth to respond but words fail him. “now please, let me fo-“ kaveh abruptly presses his lips onto yours, beginning to slide his hand down towards your waist.

you pull away for air and while you had a look of utter dismay at his disruption, kaveh was more than thrilled smiling from ear to ear as he peppered kisses across your cheeks, forehead and jawline. “come on dear, can’t even take a short break for me?” archons a pretty man with an exposed chest is very hard to reject…

A. KAEYA — 凯亚

— gods he’s so ashamed. THE calvary captain seeking his lover out multiple times a day out of pure loneliness? how pitiful…

— he may eventually muster the courage to ask you for your love directly, but for now, he’ll stick to more.. “discreet” methods

kaeya’s mind was completely intoxicated with images of you. despite you being his utter most favourite distraction, having thoughts of you without the tangible experience isn’t as pleasant — therefore, the lovely calvary captain decided to seek you out in hopes you’d quell his aching heart.

if only he realised sooner how hard it was to tell someone you love you miss them even though you saw them last night then he wouldn’t be sitting in your room; absolutely speechless — speechless due to both embarrassment and shyness. perhaps he looked a little foolish seeking you out midday when you saw each other a couple hours ago when saying your farewells..

to no surprise, you were completely oblivious to kaeya’s inner turmoil as he stared at you with a charming grin while you focused on some documents — it was truly eating him up inside. what exactly was he meant to say to you ?

“ehem, i hope you don’t intend on ignoring your charming boyfriend for too long.”

“sorry, love, i’ll be finished soon.” honestly kaeya didn’t think he could last much longer, with his heartbeat deafening his ears and his cheeks exulting deadly heat, he coughs into his hand and averts his gaze from you rather quickly.

“hey, didn’t you have somewhere else to be?” you ask teasingly. kaeya felt his chest tighten at both your gentle laugh and your abrupt question. he replied, “why would i need to go anywhere else when i have you?”. it was your turn to be taken aback. he could feel his heart beat louder with yearning anticipation.

kaeya couldn't help but reach his arms out towards you and pull you into an embrace. “oh.” your voice died out once you noticed the soft expression on kaeya's face, your heart fluttered uncontrollably.

“i apologise.” you blink at him in confusion.

“apologise for what?”

“for being clingy.” you laugh at him and he sighs into your shoulder, which leads to you ruffling his hair in comfort. he’s so lovingly stupid.

VENTI — 温迪

— got absolutely NO shame in begging or bargaining for your affection, he believes if he pesters you hard enough each time you’ll give in — and of course you do

— this man literally LIVES off of your touch and affection, how dare you not give him it constantly ?

“windblume～” venti chimes at you with glee, purposefully obstructing your view with his hand; anything to stop you from working. you simply ignore him, lightly smacking his hand away to continue.

“love~” another wack to his hand, “my knight, lovebug, sweetiepie~” you roll your eyes and push him away with a groan. “the more you ignore me the worse the petnames will get honey bunches.” you physically recoil.

venti quietens down for the moment, settling down and turning to face you to hold the side of your face with his warm hand. “darling~” he whispers directly in your ear, your body shudders and your hand instantly flies up to your ear in embarrassment.

you sigh, alas defeated by your husband’s irritating yet charming persistence, “if it makes you stop, what do you want..” he giggles in triumph. “gods, you’re so lucky you’re pretty.” you mumble under your breath. venti jumps onto you with a lovesick grin, clinging onto you like you could disappear at any given moment, said moment, could come rather soon if he uttered another vomit-inducing petname. the thought made you shudder, but nonetheless you enjoyed his affection.

“what would I do without you, my love?” he cooed into your hair. you hummed in agreement, beginning to pull him down onto your lap for a more comfortable hugging position. venti of course happily obliged, snuggling his face into your neck in bliss.

you comb gently through this fluffy locks, all your prior work forgotten as you engage in your lover’s mindless gentle kisses. even with your earlier dismissals, you ultimately decided to oblige with his selfishly adorable needs; honestly who could resist that love struck smile and those shining eyes?

“i love you..” he mumbled into your skin.

“i love you too, but i’m not forgiving you for calling me all those petnames.” you pinch his cheek, he looks at you with pleading cat-like eyes.

“aww, you didn’t like the name honey bunches?”

“don’t start.” you both laugh simultaneously. venti’s heart skipped a beat at the melodic sound of your voice echoing through his head like a song stuck on replay. you’ve done so much to tear apart the complex mist shrouding this god’s heart, it still feels so surreal how much he genuinely needs you besides him — he wouldn’t have it any other way, however.

XIAO — 魈

— yeah he likes to BELIEVE he’s subtle, but it is rather easy to figure out his internal solace and longing

— him ? wanting your needlessly heartwarming affection that is not limited to your gentle kisses and hugs ? why, of course not.

— this guy is isolated pretty much daily, and now he’s clinging onto you like a lost puppy , surely he understands he’s being obvious..

“xiao, darling, you really don’t have to come with me if you don’t wa-“

“i’m going.”

xiao has been progressively tenacious; continually following you around throughout the day and remaining rather quiet while doing so. it wasn’t particularly odd per se, it was rather normal for him to just stick around besides you but it’s like his presence around you has increased or perhaps exaggerated.

“uhm, xiao?” you pause in your step, turning back to face him with a clueless look. he hums in acknowledgement to let you continue. “is there something wrong? you’ve been following me around silently for the entire day.”

silence. although not unusual, this time it was rather..awkward. xiao stared at you, a blush creeping onto his face as his eyes widened at your sudden question. was he not being discreet enough ? did you catch on ?

you were about to speak again when xiao suddenly gripped your arm, lightly of course, his mouth was open but no words managed to come out. his blush deepened significantly. “xiao?” you take his hands into yours in worry. after another moment of silence, before xiao alas spoke, “i just wanted to.. see you..” despite his awfully adorable phrasing, you understood his general implication.

“oh.” your lips parted slightly from surprise, your gaze softening. you couldn’t help but start laughing, leading to poor xiao tilting his head in ashamed confusion. “forget i said anything.” he grumbled, turning around with haste to cover the embarrassment on his face.

you hug his back with a final chuckle, “sorry sorry, i’m not laughing at you, you’re just very cute.” he sighs defeated, dropping his head low knowing he can now not run away from your affectionate grip. “if you wanted my love all you had to do was ask, xiao.” i was trying to.

“nevertheless,” xiao twists around to face you finally, “i’ll give you all my attention for tonight, my dear.” he couldn’t have been more pleased.

SHENHE — 申鹤

— she can barely grasp her innate human emotions so you can sort of imagine the poor girls internal bewilderment when her heart starts aching at the thought of you

— she loves, doesn’t she? but then why does her heart ache? isn’t that exactly how you feel when you dislike someone? — fortunately, her mortal fog of emotions becomes clearer once she finally gets to see you

over the many days of her training shenhe has began feeling these mixed flurry of emotions; a blizzard of ambiguity that she couldn’t quite decipher. an aching sting in her heart has punctured not only her whole chest but also her focus and concentration — which had deeply yet discreetly worried the wise adeptus inspecting her progress.

“one believes you are due for rest, there is a concerning pandemonium brewing in your heart and soul. perhaps, seeking the comfort of your loved one will mend your aching?” cloud retainer spoke with poise as she looked down to the white-haired exorcist who fiddled with her earring at the very subtle mention of you.

————— ୨୧

you two have been sitting in pure silence for some time now, it wasn’t awkward but rather peaceful; yet despite fulfilling her urgency to be somewhat close to you, her heart wasn’t satisfied with your lack of attention. every flip of the book page had shenhe pondering like a clock ticking back and forth, “do i indulge in my desires or do i stay put and admire them.”

“hey, [name], can i.. can you..” she says and you look over at her with a gentle smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “sorry, i’m not sure how to word this properly.” she looks away.

“it’s alright, take your time.” you comforted her with another light squeeze of her hand. she had this concentrated and perplexed look on her face. you tilt your head with concern.

“lately,” her eyes trail back up to you, “i’ve felt this strange hollowness in my chest whenever i think about you.” her voice was so gentle it was basically a whisper.

you nod silently at her as encouragement to continue. “i don’t know what it is exactly about you but i just feel this sort of ache… a longingness.” you felt her fingers grip your hand tighter as she searched for something to say, “the way we are together, you know. all those little things make me smile everyday.” she looked deep in thought.

you smile to yourself and let out a small and harmless laugh, shenhe looks at you in confusion, ‘did she say something funny?’ “oh my darling,” you cup her face in your hands with a kiss on the tip of her nose, “i’m pretty sure you were just feeling lonely.” her eyes light up almost as if it all suddenly clicked inside her disorganised head; the answer becoming vividly evident.

“oh..i suppose that’s the case. then, would you mind-“ you comfort her with a polite chaste kiss, allowing her to pull you in closer with a needy fervour; all of her old feelings resurfacing as a wanting passion. pulling away shenhe smiles, “you’re so good to me, [name].”

TARTAGLIA — 公子

— pretends to not care; lasts a couple minutes at most. he really hates to admit it sometimes but you’ve got him absolutely wrapped around your finger

— after he gets what he wants / needs , he returns to his pathetically (affectionate) clingy self - expect he’s even worse

“ehem.” tartaglia coughs into his hand while directly maintaining fierce eye contact with you. i say “with you” because he believes that you are subtly looking at him in the corner of your eye and not completely ignoring his futile attempts at garnering your attention.

you don’t understand his sudden shift in behaviour though; earlier he seemed completely unbothered by your lack of attention and now he’s being persistently annoying for you to spare him a single glance. perhaps he got bored of waiting for you to seek him out instead of vice versa.

“it’s not nice to keep your husband waiting.” he huffs and leans back with a light pout. is he being serious…

“you’re still not saying what you want, quit complaining pumpkin.” you gave him a menacing smile, one which ajax never appreciated no matter how much he loved your smiles regardless of the situation. he alas gave in and cuddled into you with a sneaky hand on your waist to pull you in, “isn’t it obvious? i want you, don’t tease me.”

“you’re such a moron.” and yet you still lay his head on your chest to reach out to massage his scalp. “an irresistible moron who’s greedy for your affection.” the way such few charming words could make your heart clench and a genuine smile spread across your gorgeous face was embarrassing. you laugh gently and swish his fringe away to peck his forehead.

he stayed silent for a couple minutes, not once beginning to complain about how long it took for you to respond to his “flirting”, all he did was sigh blissfully and lean into your touch.

ajax looks up at you with an expressionless face but you caught the glint in his eyes that spoke volumes of his joy. there were plenty of moments where you would see the happiness on his face and in his bright blue eyes; you couldn’t help but feel proud that you were a part of it. he closed in on your lips, kissing you softly with a love struck smile.

SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐

— you’d think with how much lil auntie kusanali has been coaching him on being not only a good person or friend, but a good lover too he’d have learnt how to express that he craves your touch

— he can get a bit volatile and mean when he doesn’t understand something especially if it’s a “human” thing like emotions. he doesn’t mean to hurt you in any way, but healing and growing takes a lot of time.

in your honest defense, how were you meant to know that he wanted even an ounce of your attention with that permanent scowl he wore the entire day? all of his “hints” were just him being a little too harsh or him actually stating what he wants, but downplaying it to act like you’re silly for thinking he’d want your love and affection (he does) when you asked him about it.

so now here you both were; you doing some never-ending paperwork and kuni glaring daggers to the back of your aching head. tired of his attitude, you drop your pen to gaze back at him, prompting him to cross his arms and scowl at you once again. “kuni.” your voice was firm but he still managed to decipher that small and subtle tinge of confused hurt in your tone. he raised an eyebrow.

“did i do something wrong? why are you so angry at me?” he looks at you utterly perplexed as if you were the one that was being nonsensical. he rolls his eyes, not with sarcasm but rather embarrassment at the words he was thinking of uttering to comfort you. “i..” a quick pause ensues, “ i just wanted your attention.”

“oh..” you let out a quiet laugh, “i honestly thought you were just angry at me.” he once again looks at you confused, almost hurt, at your assumption, “at you? never.” you smile. you knew it wasn’t easy for him to admit his feelings so nonchalantly, so hey, he’s making subtle progress.

to your delighted surprise, he opens his arms to usher you into a hug, of course you oblige.

he nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your floral scent to calm himself, you feel his arms tightening their hold on your waist before whispering into your ear, “i love you.”

“what was that?” you tease him with a poke to his cheek.

“mm nothing..” his voice muffled against your clothes.

you glare at him playfully, “kuni..” he laughs before pushing himself off of you gently. “i said i love you, there, you happy?”

with a warm smile, one he wished he could forever imprint into his head, you reply with a nod.

S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海

— she. is. tired. yet at the same time aggrieved. it irks her gentle heart when she misses your warm embrace, but her mind is either too drowsy or too overwhelmed to indulge you

— she doesn’t ever want to bother you for personal reasons, but she does also secretly hope that you’ll seek her out yourself so that time doesn’t have to heal her irreparable aching

there is rarely a day where this woman doesn’t miss you and your affection. with being such a significant and vital figure within both the army and watatsumi island in general, the divine priestess is constantly busy and while she doesn’t shy away from asking you for attention, sometimes, when she’s overstimulated from duties, she’s unsure if she craves solitude or your love.

today was one of those days of irritation. kokomi’s head was drowsy and absolutely aching, every word from nearby people were drowned out by her shallow breathing. so entranced in stressed out thoughts she didn’t even realise she had finally made it to her little safe cavern.

here, she was at utmost peace with undisturbed sleep for the first time in a few weeks. kokomi had barely slumped down onto her chair in exhaustion before a familiar silhouette captured her weary eyes; your silhouette. just the person i needed.

“hey koko-“ you paused in your step at the saddening view of your lover hanging her head low, deep circles under her eyes burning in colour. “i’ll let you rest, sorry love.” a warm smile stretched across your face in pity.

“no.. it’s alright, i promise you. i’d actually prefer it if you stayed with me, if thats alright with you..?” her voice trailed off due to her drowsy mind. you sigh and go over to her, sitting yourself on top of her desk to play with her hair. your gentle touch lulled her into sleep instantly it was practically magic.

“koko, you are so unpredictable sometimes..”

she hums at you in her sleep, cuddling close to your hand in hopes you’d get the hint to continue. how could you say no?

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

— NUISANCE. will NOT leave you alone at all. why? simply because he feels he has the right to “seek your attention when he’s lonely” and though you can’t argue, he truly does pick and choose when that statement is valid

— if he’s busy you likely won’t catch him in time for even the shortest hug - but if YOU’RE busy, it’s like the stars aligned specifically to allow him to pester you

“[name]..” thoma solemnly hands you the possibly 50th letter of that HOUR with a sympathetic smile.

“thank you, thoma.” you sigh, preparing yourself for the lovely bullshit your husband had written in ink.

« dear my beloved spouse,

your warm but transient touch lingers on my skin, how i miss you; so far away yet so close at the same time, you’re in my thoughts constantly.

— your loving lonely husband ayato »

for barely a couple hours ayato had been preoccupied with his work and as were you with your own; in the SAME damn house. you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at his theatrical dramatics so you opted for hanging your head low and inwardly despairing the work you’re about to leave behind to simply visit your needy lover.

————— ୨୧

you knock respectfully on his door a few times despite ayato always reminding you that such manners shouldn’t be necessary for a married couple; you could just simply never let go of the habit however. you hear your husband quietly reply with a, “come in.”

stepping into the room you automatically get hit with a sweet fragrance which was permitting from some snacks on ayato’s table. for a few seconds you idle by awkwardly as ayato decided to stay quiet. why send pointless and hyperbolic letters when you’re barely a feet away from each-other to then NOT say anything when you finally give in to his romantic pleas …

alas ayato drops his brush and glances at you, “is there anything you need, love?” you could practically feel a vein pop on your forehead, ruining the serenity of the scene. he laughs at your displeased expression before staring at you with a charming smile, “now now, i’m only kidding. mind joining me for this evening, my dearest? i’ve missed you.”

“i swear, you are so melodramatic when needy.” he hums, not really listening to your words, feeling content with your presence at last besides him.

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[lovelysho]

I’ll let you have your way

summary: eren is a man with a hard job, a king one might say. and what’s a king if not with a queen by his side?

pairing: drug lord eren jaeger x ride or die fem!reader

warnings: corruption, heavy drugs mentioned, gun-play, smut, creampie, daddy kink, praise, degradation.

When you first saw him he looked like just any other man. A fine, gorgeous looking man, but an ordinary one nonetheless.

Upon first glance, one could tell you were sweet. Innocent. Those square framed glasses sitting at the tip of your nose, on the verge of slipping off before you’d noticed just in time to push them back up. Your long lashes fluttering against the glass. Lips coated with the perfect sheen of gloss. Noticeable, but not excessive in the slightest. A skirt that shot well past your knees, straight to your ankles with a shirt tucked into the very hem of it. You looked neat. Pristine. You were demure and modest, to say the least; but you had so much potential. And you were unsuspecting. Unsuspecting of the scheming gaze that the viridian eyed man shot you across the café.

That was two years ago. And he had made good on his hunch. Because in reality, the man in the jeans and tight fitting tank that showcased his muscles in all its glory was not the man sat in front of you currently, today.

Bricks of cocaine littered the marble desk he sat behind. A few of his buttons undone, giving you a superb view of his toned chest.

“Babyyy, you’ve been in here all day. I’m bored. I miss you,” you whined. You knew he was busy. Knew he was getting things in order for something big, but you had been horny since that morning; and it was well into the night. You couldn’t wait anymore.

“Come here.” He lifted his pointer and middle fingers, gesturing over to you. He’d spun his chair a bit to get a better look at you.

Of course you’d had your own things to do that day. You body adorned a skin tight black dress. Your hair was pinned up. He’d always liked it that way, your stunning eyes on full display. Instead of the light gloss, your lips took on a different shade. The deep red lipstick encouraged the shine of them amidst the rooms lighting.

While he was in the process of examining you, having not seen you for most of the day, you were doing the same. Brown locks falling out of his bun, his muscles bulging in his button-down. And speaking of bugles, his was making quite the show of itself as his black pants hugged his thick thighs. It never mattered if he was hard, that man was packing regardless. Just the sight of his pants hugging all parts of him made your mind wander. Ugh the things he does to you.

You’d snapped out of your reverie just in time to see his tongue sliding over his lips, jade irises staring into yours.

“You gonna be a brat and stand there or you gonna come sit on daddy’s lap?” He’d said as he gave his thigh a pat.

With a joking smirk and a roll of your eyes you make your way over to him, his hand grazing your hip as you take a seat, but not where you’re told.

“Oh so now ‘daddy’ wants me on his lap, huh?”

He lets out a chuckle as he reiterates, for what felt like the millionth time that day, “You know I’m busy.”

There was no malice in either of your voices. No hidden meanings in the tone in which you spoke to one another. Your relationship with Eren was playful like that. You and he were always one for a good back and forth. And usually, you’d love that; but right now you wanted — no needed, something more.

You pressed your ass against the marble, leaning back on two hands as you peered at the gun sat at the far corner of table. He was following your every movement. You were able to grab his attention doing the simplest of things.

Picking up the gun you ran a manicured nail along the silencer. It was loaded, but he didn’t have to tell you that. You knew it and he knew it.

“Oh yeah, you’re busy?”

Bringing it to your lips, you formed an ‘o’ shape as you began to slide it in. Moving your head up and down. Slow and sensually. His eyes only darkened as you did so, his fingertips tapping lightly against his kneecaps.

You continued your ministrations. Red lipstick coating the length of the device, and you knew good and well that he was picturing his cock in its place. Your saliva sliding down the sides of him and drenching his balls in that special way only you could. Wet and messy.

With a pop of your mouth off the piece, you’d place it down gently. Wiping some of the lipstick that had smudged the corners of your mouth; and looking him in his eyes to let the words fall softly from your lips, face blank all the while.

“I’ll let you get back to it then.” You’d stood up, prepared to make your way to the door.

The harsh grunting of “Fuck,” was all you could register before your back was pressed against the coolness of the desk.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going ?! Nah, you’re not leaving till this pussy is full with cum.” He says as he hastily loosens his pants, letting them drop to his ankles, his cock springing free with the harsh tug of his boxers.

You could see clear beads coating the very tip of it. The same one’s he’d ran his thumb across, to bring them to your lips for you to suck clean. You hummed at the taste you’d been longing for since you opened your eyes that morning.

He reached to lift your dress past your ass, but you were two steps ahead of him. Dress lifted, and bare breasts on display, nipples pert and hardening with the newfound air. He took one into his mouth, sucking fervently. Making his way up from between your breasts to your neck and everywhere in between. He was planting your body with marks that were sure to make their debut later that night, leaving the seeds of his tongue and teeth on the forefront of your skin.

Because he’d been just as hungry, if not more so, for you as you had been for him.

He leaned down in time to catch the gasp threatening to escape your lips. Your tongue mingled with his capturing you for one long and tantalizing kiss. He was always sure to get at least one out of you each time you had sex. He couldn’t fuck you without it, and the mere thought went straight down to your core, making your pussy flutter, more slick beginning to pool between your folds.

Pulling your lace panties to the side he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. His canine was biting down hard as he finally slid into you, bottoming out completely.

And from then on the calm act was a no more because he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. Quick to let out velvety words of “This is what you wanted though, right? To be fucked like a bitch in heat,” or “look at you taking my dick so fucking well. My fucking queen,” between heavy pants and breaths as he thrusted roughly into you.

And it wasn’t long before he was hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Along with the veins of his cock grazing your walls. Stretching you.

No wonder there was such a gravitational pull towards you that day. Because as he looked at your pretty face, hair splayed, features twisted in pleasure and pain as he speared his thick cock into you, he thought about when he first met you. How he’d know you were smart, how he knew you had a fierceness within you just waiting, begging, to be unleashed.

The sheen of sweat was visible on both your foreheads. The lamp providing the perfect light to see it glisten. You locked eyes as his cum smeared your walls, painting them in his special shade of white as you added your own take on the canvas, creaming around his cock with just as much fervor.

You both sat there staring at each other. His hands on either side of your head, loose strands ticking your cheek as you’d stare up at him a smirk on both your faces. He knew he let you have your way, but you knew it was well in his favor to do so. You both let out a laugh as you stood to gather yourselves.

“So, tomorrow.” He glances over at the white substance obtaining his space. “We’re moving the shit. You gonna keep my guys in check?”

Running a fingertip along his jaw you give it a kiss, remnants of humor in the smile you gave him. You pick up your dress and heels, and with a sway of your hips, your bare body marked up for him to see, you’re out of the room.

You didn’t even dignify him with a response. He should know better than to ask you anything of the sort. He just stares at the empty doorway in awe, shaking his head as a knowing laugh resonates in his chest.

Eren Jaeger never misses, just as Eren Jaeger was anything but ordinary. However, so were you. You were his right hand woman, and a man of his stature would do good to keep you around. Especially if that brilliant mind and that tight, pretty little pussy was anything to go by.

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[ticklygiggles]

A new friend | Albether

Christmas gift for my sweet @otomiya-tickles

A/N: MERRY SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS BABYYY! I love you so so much and this fic took me longer than I wanted, but IT'S HERE! I wish the best to you always and I hope you'd the loveliest of Christmas. I love yoouuu and I hope you like this!

Summary: Aether is back from Inazuma after a long while and he just wishes to see his boyfriend Albedo again, but it probably was a bad idea to bring his new friend along?

Words: 2,566 - under the cut!

"Are you good?"

The little yellow Seelie moved up and down, making a little noise that sounded like a happy affirmation. Aether smiled as he kept walking, making sure to get all the Scarlet Quartz he could to keep him warmth as he made his way through Dragonspine.

He was not fond of Dragonspine.

Aside from sudden quests that required him to go there, Aether usually kept himself as far away from that cold portion of Monstadt as possible, however lately he had found himself going to that place more often than not, and of his own free will at that.

The reason had a name that Aether spoke almost in a whisper so that the blush wouldn't creep up his cheeks: Albedo. the Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team of the Knights of Favonius.

That name was exactly the reason for his visit to Dragonspine that day. Aether had been very busy with other adventures in Inazuma and had barely had time to visit the alchemist at all, so, as soon as he was free to come back, he had teleported back to Monstadt to pay a little visit to Albedo.

Just thinking about seeing his attractive face made Aether's heart flutter with excitement and his face blush a rather unhealthy pink hue that his little companion noticed.

A little high pitched noise pulled him out of his thoughts and he quickly looked over at the Seelie who was circling him, looking a bit wary.

Aether smiled, "I'm fine, I'm just a little cold," he explained and the creature quickly nuzzled its rounded body against Aether's cheek as if it wanted to give him some warmth.

Aether giggled softly, feeling his cheeks blush a little more. "You're just as cold as me."

The Seelie made another sound that Aether would dare to call a giggle before it moved around, curious, but making sure to not float too far away from Aether.

It was a little weird not to hear his companion talk and talk and talk about the weather and the most crazy and random things ever, but Paimon had decided to stay behind, saying that she didn't want to suffer the cold of Dragonspine just because Aether wanted to see Albedo, ("Show Paimon some respect! She will wait for you at the Angel's Share!"), but Aether's new friend decided to tag along.

It was rather cute and its curiosity really reminded him of Albedo in some kind of way. It seemed to quickly get fond of Aether and Paimon, but it was shy and fearful in front of other people… or so thought Aether.

He was around the corner to finally meet Albedo again and his heart was beating so hard against his ribcage as he scaled that broken bridge that guided him to Albedo's camp. He easily flew to the other side, the Seelie following quickly and, as his feet touched down again, his gaze was filled with Albedo's beauty.

The alchemist was hunched over his notebook, quickly scribbling down a few notes as he sent quick glances to the whitish potion in front of him. Aether couldn't move.

He had become fascinated with his boyfriend so he just couldn't move to finally talk to him, but, to his great surprise, his new friend beat him to it, the Seelie flew quickly towards Albedo, leaving Aether behind.

"Ah, wait!"

His voice made Albedo look up and Aether could see the surprise on his face when the Seelie almost crashed into him.

"Woah!" Albedo said, taking a step back as the little spirit flew all around him, making happy, excited noises. "What-"

"Al-Albedo," Aether said sheepishly. "I'm sorry that's- I don't know why it is so excited."

"Is it a Seelie?" Albedo asked, looking at Aether briefly for an affirmation and when Aether nodded, he fixed his gaze back on the excited creature. "Fascinating. How did you get it? I've never seen one in this color before."

Aether could barely register Albedo's words, he just couldn't stop staring at him. It has been a while since he last saw him and hearing his warm, deep voice was starting to make him feel like mush. He wanted to kiss him, as much as the thought embarrassed him.

"I got it in Inazuma," he answered before Albedo could notice him spacing out. "It's usually shy around other people, but it seems to like you."

Albedo hummed, reaching out for his journal to write down some notes and make a quick sketch of the Seelie and when it noticed it had all of Albedo's attention, it came to a stop right in front of the alchemist's face.

"Oh, hello there. My name is Albedo, would you let me touch you?"

The Seelie did a little flip before nudging itself against Albedo's cheek. "Oh! It has temperature, amazing," he mumbled the last word of his sentence as his hands moved up to touch the spirit.

He gently held it between his hands, squeezing it softly and poking it here and there and after a little while, much to Aether surprise, it started to make a light, frenetic sound that he could only describe as a fit of giggles.

Albedo chuckled, "Ah, so it is also ticklish…," he said playfully, annotating the discovery in his journal before looking up at Aether. "Just like someone I know, right?"

Aether gasped softly, "I- I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't," Albedo said with a little smirk, gently feeling up the little Seelie as it made more of those funny noises and wiggled between Albedo's hands.

He looked quite entertained with the spirit now and Aether started to feel impatient and, even though he didn't want to admit it, perhaps a little hurt. He was really excited to see Albedo after so long; he had missed him and, deep within his heart, he was hoping Albedo would've also missed him, even just a little, but he only seemed excited to know more about the Seelie.

He should've brought Paimon with him after all.

Albedo was still extremely busy with his investigation, so letting out a soft sigh, Aether took a sit in one of Albedo's wooden chairs, legs crossed as he reached out for an apple to nibble on.

By the time he had eaten two apples, Albedo had finished with his investigation and the Seelie, exhausted after all the fun it had, had fallen asleep and was placed on a soft cushion to rest.

Albedo set his journal aside after scribbling down some more notes and, almost as if he has forgotten about Aether, he jumped a little when he turned around and found him sitting there at the back of the camp.

"Did I startle you?" Aether asked, raising an eyebrow and Albedo shook his head sheepishly as he took another chair and placed it near Aether's, their thighs touching as Albedo sat down.

Aether could feel the tension between them and he felt a little guilty, thinking that he was the one causing it, and he knew he didn't own Albedo and also knew that he was probably overreacting and knew that it was his fault because he-

"I'm sorry."

Aether blinked. "W-What?"

"I said I'm sorry," Albedo said gently, taking one of Aether's hands between his; despite the freezing cold, his hands were exceptionally warm.

"I am so extremely happy to see you again after so long, and yet, I neglected you for your little friend," Albedo nearly whispered, making Aether's heart flutter in his chest and his stomach fill with butterflies. "I apologize," he said, nuzzling his nose against Aether's cheek.

Aether melted in the spot, he couldn't blame Albedo and his curious nature, but he was happy to receive such gentle apology and he smiled, turning his head a little so he could place a kiss to Albedo's cheekbone.

Albedo smiled and Aether suddenly tensed when he saw that playful glint in his beautiful eyes.

"W-What?" Aether asked, feeling his cheeks warming up.

"Could it be that my dear traveler was a little jealous of a Seelie?"

Aether gasped, and not only his cheeks were heating up now, but also his ears and the back of his neck felt like they were on fire.

"J-Jealous?!" He squeaked out, looking at Albedo with big eyes. "I was not!"

Albedo chuckled, tilting his head to the side, "Then why were you all pouty, hm?"

"I was not!" Ah, so Albedo did notice and he still gave all of his attention to the little spirit!

Aether huffed, gently placing a hand against Albedo's face to push him away. "You're insufferable! I better get going now," he said, turning his head with a little 'hmph'.

"Now," Albedo said, his voice muffled behind Aether's hand. "We haven't seen each other for a while and you want to leave already?"

"You can play with your new friend if you want and I'll come back later for- GAHAHAHA! Albehehedo!" Laughter poured out of Aether's lips when he felt playful fingers wiggling against his armpit.

He quickly lowered his arm and tried to get up from the chair, but Albedo quickly wrapped his arms around Aether's middle, pulling him down and onto his lap.

Aether gasped, "Albedo! What are you- ahahaha! Stohohop! Tihihickling is nohohohot fahahair!"

Albedo held him down with one of his arms, pressing him against his chest and Aether flushed brightly, desperately trying to break free as nimble fingers gently squeezed up and down his side.

"You looked like you really wanted me to do this to you when I was examinating the Seelie, so now take it," Albedo said and Aether shrieked when he rubbed deep circles against his lower ribs.

Aether shook his head, "Lihihihies! Ahahahalbedo! I'm s-seheherious!"

"It looks like this traveler is still fairly sensitive even after all this time," Albedo said over Aether's giggles and laughs. "I wonder if all of the good spots I remember are still as ticklish as before."

"They are! They ahahare- AHAHAHA!" Aether threw his head back and brought his knees up when he felt Albedo's fingers squeezing his right hip bone. "Ahahaha! Thahahat's tihihihicklish!"

"I can see that," Albedo said as a matter of fact as he pinched Aether's poor hip. "So hips are still ticklish, what about…"

Aether pounded his feet against the ground when mean fingers clawed at his exposed tummy, bright giggles escaped his mouth and he weakly tried to push Albedo's hand away, but tickling always drained him from all strength so he could only laugh as Albedo had his fun tickling his stomach.

"Ahahahalbedoho! That's e-enahahaha! Not thehehehere!" He squealed when a naughty finger wiggled in his belly button.

"Stomach is also quite ticklish, even a little more," Albedo teased and he tickled Aether for a couple of seconds more before giving him a break.

"Why ahahahare you dohoing this?" Aether strained his neck to look behind him and his heart skipped a beat.

Albedo was looking back at him, his eyes fond with that expression he only shared with Aether and Klee. His cheeks were rosy and the smile on his lips was warm and gentle and sweet and Aether thought Albedo was the most beautiful being in the whole world, the Universe.

"Should I really stop?" Albedo mumbled, pressing a little kiss to Aether's shoulder blade, making him giggle softly.

Aether couldn't ask him to actually stop because he didn't want him to stop either. He wanted to feel his playful touch because he had missed him dearly. He wanted to keep feeling his warmth and wanted to keep looking at his gorgeous face.

"Only because it's making you this happy," Aether mumbled, puckering his lower lip a little in a fake pout that was quickly ereased when more laughter bubbled past his lips.

Albedo had found a space to nestle his fingers under Aether's arm to tickle his armpit and oh did he tickle him. Aether tightly clamped his arm against his side, but Albedo's fingers were already in, massaging deep circles against the middle of Aether's armpit.

"AHAHAHALBEDOHO!" Aether cackled, twisting his body as much as he could.

"Hmm, I feel like you got a bit more ticklish, Aether. That must be unfortunate," Albedo said playfully and Aether heard him chuckling when he let our a shriek as Albedo's fingers speeded up, tickling his armpit to pieces.

"Plehehehease! Plehehease, not thehehehere!" Aether begged with tears of mirth clinging to his eyelashes. "I'll dihihihie!"

"This is not even your worst spot."

Aether shook his head and his legs immediately clamped together, making Albedo laugh softly behind him.

"It's useless, your thighs are so painfully ticklish everywhere," he said and Aether howled with laughter when he suddenly felt Albedo's fingers squeezing his upper thighs, noticing only then that he had stopped tickling his armpit and what he was feeling was just residual tingles.

He threw his head back against Albedo's shoulder as he laughed in hysterics, hands reaching down to catch Albedo's, but he was quick and nimble and latched to Aether's thigh so well.

"AHAHAHAHA! Anywhehehehere but thehehere!" He begged, snorting when he felt a wave of tickly kisses being peppered against his neck.

"I like this spot the most," Albedo whispered against his ear before nibbling at it playfully. "So you have to be strong, traveler and just take it."

Aether shook his head, but only laughed came out from his mouth and a shriked when Albedo held his thigh and easily pulled at his leg, exposing his inner thigh to his tickly fingers, but before he could wreck Aether there, Albedo stopped.

"H-Hey! Wait, that's- hahaha!" His light, sweet laughter replaced Aether's and the traveler tried to see behind him as he caught his breath and tried to stop the residual laughter still making him shake.

To his surprise, his little yellow friend was nuzzling against Albedo's neck, making him giggle and squirm softly. Aether blinked a couple of times and he felt his middle being freed so Albedo could gently bat at the creature who was now tapping against Albedo's sides.

"S-Stohohop! I've s-stohohopped tooho!" He said, blushing as uncontrollable giggling escaped his lips.

Aether was speechless, partly because the Seelie was, probably, trying to help Aether from his sweet torture and partly because he had forgotten how sweet and beautiful Albedo looked when laughing.

He couldn't take it anymore. Aether gently cupped his giggly darling's cheeks with his hands and leaned down to kiss his smiling lips. Albedo giggled against his mouth, but then kissed him back, placing his hands against Aether's waist to bring him closer to him; meanwhile, the little Seelie twirled around them in some kind of happy dance.

When they pulled apart they were a little breathless, but looking into each other's eyes, they couldn't help but break into a happy giggling fit.

"I missed you," Aether mumbled and he smiled brightly when Albedo kissed his nose softly.

"I missed you too and I'm happy you're back," Albedo said, a soft smirking over taking his features. "But don't think I won't get you just because your little friend helped you out."

Aether giggled excitedly and nervously, but over all, happily, eager to make up for all the lost time, even if he had to face that wonderful playful side of Albedo, after all, Aether had his little helper to keep Albedo at bay!