#jazzy replies

[jazzypizzaz]

I've read and love your fanfiction so much it's permanently ingrained in my head. Please help

💜💜💜 I will help you by... writing more fanfic??? 😄 this is such a sweet ask to get thank you darlin anon

[mod-jazzy]

It's nice to see you in good spirits again, glad to have you back on my dash

THANK 4 THE KIND WORDS MY FELLOW USER OF THE WEBSITE TUMBLR DOT COM

Shout out to YOU random citizen for continuing to be here

[covetcore]

Can I chew on Sylus? Asking for a friend.

[starjynx]

my months old threads collecting dust in my drafts:

me and my only braincell when I get home:

[iho6hi2]

I am the most chronically online person that is ironically never online

[chaserainbows]

Boss battle for any of your Hoennites!! Can’t believe I almost missed Amano music hours

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

May vs Lucy, the battle is on to see who's the best at scheming and fighting dirty

[letmebegaytodd]

the best video game soundtrack is the sims 1 and im not taking criticism

[captivemuses]

"General Mahamatra, I challenge you to a Genius Invokation TCG duel!" Layla is holding up her deck of cards in confidence, she's waited a while to challenge him and she's not backing down now. ( sorry she's very excited about this. )

Cyno would certainly never say no to a challenge in Genius Invokation, save for maybe someone he was in the process of arresting. But any free man was welcome to challenge the reigning champion in Teyvat as long as he was free. And seeing Layla look both lively and confident was a pleasant surprise in and of itself given her usual reserved and soft spoken demeanor. But nonetheless an interested smile widened on Cyno's lips as his own hand came to rest on the Casket of Tomes attached to his hip and he freed it from the clasp securing it. It would be a formidable deck for Layla to go up against to say the least.

"Challenge accepted. I didn't know you were one to partake in Genius Invokation at all, and I don't think I've had the fun of facing off against someone from Rtawahist yet, so this will be interesting. Get your deck set up and we can figure out who will go first."

[eicsferrari]

never met - op81 smau

summary: people start making up rumors about oscar and yn. problem is they never actually met

face claim: random girls from pinterest

a/n: this is chaos but it was fun to write hope you like it

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gossipf1 singer yn and oscar piastri are reported to be dating according to inside sources

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user5 please let this be true

lando rue, when did this happen?

user14 helppp what is lando doing here

user3 my two worlds colliding

user7 she's not good enough for him

user8 ?? he's not good enough for her

yn inside sources who??? i never saw this man in my life😭😭

user10 he's a formula 1 driver

yn oh i only know lewis hamilton aka the goat aka the loml

user10 fair

yn he looks cute tho👀

sabrinacarpenter no yn!

yn 😊😊

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yn posted a story

caption: this is the man yall think i pulled? Damn thank u

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↪sabrinacarpenter you are insane😭

↪lando +61 12345678 text him

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yn jazzy nights are my favorite

♡liked by sabrinacarpenter, oscarpiastri and others

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user6 best night of my life

sabrinacarpenter i'm in love with you😍

yn me when i see you

user1 oscar liked...

user4 don't start

user1 i just stated a fact

user9 obsessed with your voice, i want you to sing me to sleep every night

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gossipf1 yn and oscar spotted hanging out after her concert

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user8 i fear this couple would be too iconic

user4 just... no

user5 i dont know this man my ass

yn in my defense i really haven't met him then!

lando it's true i can confirm

lando i can also confirm yn was oscar's most listened artist last year

oscarpiastri why are you here?

lando gossip is my bat signal

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yn trip made it out of the groupchat

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lando groupchat and it's only two people

yn get off my comments

lando i got you his number and this is how you repay me?

user9 lando tell us who it is🙏🏼

user3 if lando set them up it has to be oscar

user7 i'm in love with her aesthetic

user5 white shirt=oscar

user14 stop we don't know

sabrinacarpenter did my invite get lost in the mail?🤨

yn babe i'm sorry he means nothing you are the love of my life

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption good company yn

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↪user4 gossipf1 ended up setting you two up huh

↪sabrinacarpenter i remember when i was the one taking her pictures...💔

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yn sorry osc i go where lewis goes🏎️

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oscarpiastri 😐

user4 osc🥺🥺

scuderiaferrari everyone is a ferrari fan ♡liked by author

francocolapinto hamilton fan first, a girlfriend second. i respect that

user5 did he just confirm that they are girlfriend and boyfriend?

mclaren 💔

yn sorry😔

charles_leclerc i approve son oscarpiastri

yn forza ferrari!

user26 we lost her to a sports guy...

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption prettiest girl is in fact my girlfriend

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↪yn giggling blushing throwing up kicking my feet🥺🫶🏼

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yn posted a story

caption he's still mad i did not wear orange

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↪lando it's papaya not orange😡

yn same fucking thing

lando it's not !!

yn ok but the word papaya is so ugly

lando YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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yn the rumors are now true, i'm his favorite artist and he's my (second) favorite driver

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user18 she's gorgeous😍 he's just there😐

francocolapinto yes yes you might kiss but did he ever say he wanted to learn your language just to understand your jokes? i don't think so

yn call me when you are his top artist on spotify loser

user12 don't mind me i'm just patiently waiting for the love songs this will inspire

oscarpiastri you are never going to let me live this down, right?

yn you are stuck with me and my bad jokes sorry bro

sabrinacarpenter just remember she was mine first papaya boy

oscarpiastri noted🫡

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oscarpiastri she finally wore papaya

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user2 she's so hot🥵

yn not that word again😭

lando i will block you if you keep hating on the papaya

yn do it i dare you

yn i look so good tho

oscarpiastri you always look amazing

yn i love me a boy who can sweet talk

lando god stop being cheesy on main🤢

yn weren't you going to block me??

lando i should have

yn just do it you coward

user23 yes yn put the car guy in his place!

lando why are you supporting her when your page is dedicated to me??? are you a fan or a hater?

user23 i'm your biggest fan! but i support women's rights and women's wrongs so i'm with yn

yn HA even your fans like me better😛

lando you stole my teammate and now my fans what else do you want from me😭😭

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caption disgusting

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↪yn disgustingly cute yes

lando whatever helps you sleep at night

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption dont let their online banter fool you, they are friends

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↪yn babe don't expose us like that😔

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oscarpiastri 🧡

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yn DELETE what if lewis sees this?

user21 she's so real

lewishamilton i feel betrayed

yn nooo💔😔 you will always be n1 in my heart

oscarpiastri 😐

yn deal with it

yn i am so incredibly proud of you and i love supporting you🥺🧡

oscarpiastri thank you for being here<3

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yn posted a story

caption i'm going to tell my kids this is their dad

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yn posted a story

caption just kidding, i love you oscar

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↪ oscarpiastri i love you more❤️

[starjynx]

I love one (1) Jazzy. Sending you good vibes! I know things have been hard recently, but you will always have me here to support you through the bad day and laughing with you on the good ones. All the love!!

I could cry from how sweet one ( 1 ) Madi is. Thank you so much for your kindness and for your supportive friendship. I care you very much & i'm still very proud of us for giving this year as best of a shot as we can despite our struggles.

I'm sending you all my love too!

[officesiren101]

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!: bodyguard!elijah “smoke” moore x soul singer!reader

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: after a shooting happened at this speakeasy y/n sang at regularly her boss got her a bodyguard that will protect her and basically follow her around. she founded this annoying since she’s independent and didn’t want someone following her around even if he’s really attractive..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUTTT, unprofessional relations, creampies, piv, rough sex, manhandling, semi public sex, panties kink, alcohol and cigarettes usage, blowjob is given, cursing, violence is mentioned, someone catcalls the reader, spit kink,dirty talk, feet mentioned, blood mentioned, pussy eating

set in: late 1920’s

based on the song: inside my love by minnie riperton

the wind whistles through her house from her opened window, she brushes her thick chocolate brown curls that matches her dark skin. y/n watches her self in the mirror as she sees her bodyguard come into frame. her eyes roll as she turns around in her fluffy stool and says “do you have to stand around and just watch me?” smoke stares into her soul before just sighing deeply. “i been told you i have to do that.” his voice dripped with some irritation as he has his arm behind his back. she turns around before saying “well did i tell you have to do that?” she continues brushing her hair as she looks up once in awhile to see his facial expressions as he replies back “no but your boss did, and he’ll hate to see his singer to be dead somewhere.” his southern drawl laced his words as he looked into her eyes through the mirror hoping she’ll just let it go.

she stood up before grabbing her clothes she’s going wear tonight, she walks to her divider to change behind but before going behind it she asks “are you going step out? or you just going stand there?” he looks at her with a straight face as he then says “you’know my job baby.” that was his attempt to get on her good side calling her baby it didn’t work but at least it was attempt. she just groaned before going behind the divider her light shines on her silhouette as she slips out of her night gown into this red shimmery dress. he tries to trail his eyes somewhere but his eyes call on her silhouette as if he looks closer he can see the dimples in her body. y/n comes out holding her pumps as she doesn’t even looks over at her body guard before sitting on her stool as she tries to put on her pumps. as she struggles smoke watches from a distance before doing a deep breath and stepping in “come here.” he said quick and stern as she was going argue she just lets him hold her ankle as he drops to the floor, he slides on the pump gently as his rough hands seemed over her soft feet. “they fit good baby?” he murmured as his southern accent peaked on that ‘baby’ as she felt a rose tint on her cheeks. she replied with a “yes thank you smoke.” as he nodded before helping her up.

y/n looks in the mirror before going outside to the car. smoke opens the passenger door for her and helps her into the car before going to the driver side. he starts the car as he begins to drive to the speakeasy, the car ride was quiet but it was a comfortable quiet as y/n let her eyes roam around him as she stared at his chiseled jaw and how his brown eyes watched the road and once and while landed on her onyx eyes. he parks into the back parking lot as he gets out and looks around to before letting y/n out, he helps her out the car before walking down to the speakeasy he follows close behind. when she gets to the door she knocks a foot 3 times before her manager opens the door and says “ehhh y/n! and smoke how you guys doing come on we about get started.” y/n follows her manager as the alcohol and the cigarettes aroma fills her nose. her hips sway as the jukebox played jazzy tunes as she danced to the rhythm as she walked. smoke eyes just watched her as he had an stern expression on his face. he followed her every move when they got to the back she sits down at her vanity and makes sure she looks presentable.

she hummed the tunes of the speakeasy, while smoke paced back and forth in silence as once in awhile he’ll let his eyes trail on the back of her backless dress. she reapplied her lipstick as she smacks her plump apple red lips. smoke stayed still behind her just watching her admire herself before a hard knock on the door knocks him out of the daydream. “you can come in!” she shouts as she turns to the door as her manager says “okay y/n your out in 3 & make sure your “buddy” is out the way please.”

smoke eyes rolled his eyes and grunted, her manger closed the door leaving smoke and y/n alone. she stood up from the stool brushing her dress one final time before walking to the door she looked behind her shoulder at him and said “just stand to the side and don’t be in the way of my cameras please.” she walked outside onto the stage as the crowd gives her rounds of applause. the crowd gawks around her as settled in their respective seats with their drinks on the other hand, smoke walks out attentive to every single body in that speakeasy he stands near the side just as she directed.

y/n settles on the stage as she greets her band as then she talks to the crowd saying “how yall doing tonight?” the crowd shouts “we doing good!” she smiles at the crowd before saying “alright! i got a single for yall to enjoy it’s called ‘inside my love’. “ smoke looks at her as his eyes roam over her features as she starts to sing the first lyrics “two people, just meeting barely touching each other, two sprits greeting trying carry it further.”

her soulful voice feels the room as people slow dance to the rhythm as smoke watches the room and let his eyes roam over her as she moves to the rhythm. the aroma is perfect as some people sing along as they smoke on their cigarettes and grind to the rhythm with their liquor in their hands. her eyes catches his as she winks at him causing him to smirk slightly before rubbing it off his face and going back to his job.

“you can see inside me? will you come inside me? do you wanna ride inside my love? you can see inside me will you come inside me? do you wanna ride inside my love?”

those lyrics filled smoke’s mind as he had a small thought about what she sang about and wondered how it would feel too but he shakes those thoughts out his head and continued his watch over the space. she began to end of the song as she sang the outro leaving people in awe

“see inside me, you can come inside me? inside, my love? you can come inside me will you come inside me? you can come inside me do you want to come inside me? (my love) will you come inside me my love? (my love) you can come inside me will you come inside me, (my love) you can come inside me will you come inside me?, (my loveeeeee)

the whole speakeasy gave her round of applause as they shouted praises. some people even threw her flowers, she stepped from the microphone and gave the crowd a bow before announcing the other talent they have as she stepped down smoke was right there holding her hand guiding her down the steps. y/n walks to the back stage as she grabs her belongings, smoke stands in the corner watching her like a hawk she tries to get something from a high shelf but she’s too tall so she grabs her stool and stands on it. smoke see’s this and says “lemme me get it for you.” but she shakes her head no and then replies “i got it.” he sighs before just standing behind her holding her legs. she feels his rough hands around her legs through the fabric of her dress, the warmness from his hands feel cozy to a point.

she reaches for the item as she grabs it she turns around as her eyes immediately lands on his dark brown eyes. the tension in the air builds as his hands still are wrapped around her legs. she tilts her head a little as she wonders if she can see something in his eyes but their staring contest gets interrupted when her manager knocks on the door and shouts “y/n!! come get your earnings.” smoke picks her up by her waist and puts her down as next he brushes her dress off “thank you i’ll be back just stay here.” smoke nods his head before sitting down on the stool and letting y/n go with her manager.

after a few minutes, she peeks her head through the door gesturing smoke that we can leave. he nods as he follows her outside to the car, as they walk to a car out of no where a man jumps out the shadows asking “lemme get an autograph sugar, come on i lovee your music.” she stops in her tracks as smoke does also as he quickly goes into protection mode looking at him with dark eyes. she shakes her head no as she continues to walk as smoke follows her too she replies “nah im sorry i really want to get home maybe next time?” the fan’s expression drops a little as he looks at smoke before looking at her “come on sugar just a little signature? how about this you sign and i’ll give you a good time.” she scoffs before saying “i’m fine and i already said no.” smoke decides to step in before saying “listen she already said no, just go enjoy your night sir.” he had an stern expression on his face as he they got to the car. the fan looked at him rolled his eyes completely ignored him “come on bitch you cant sign this quick?!” the man grabs her arm pulling her towards him.

y/n winces in slight pain as smoke quickly reacts punching the man right in his face causing him to let go of her arm and falling back as soon as he falls back smoke hovers over him and keeps landing punches. the guy groans in pain with each punch as y/n tries to pull smoke off the dude yelling “come on it’s okay! i’m okay!” smoke gets off him as he looks at down at the guys as his face his all bloody smoke grabs him off the floor by his shirt as he then says “i better not catch you around here no more.” “okay okay just don’t hurt me please!! im sorry” he replies as smoke scoffs and says “don’t apologize to me, apologize to the lady.” the fan turns to y/n and begs “please i’m sorry!!” y/n nods hesitantly as she then says “it’s okay..” smoke shoves the man causing him to stumble away. y/n watches with her eyes widen as she looks at him, he leans on the car wiping his bloody fists with a handkerchief he keeps on him as he turns to y/n looking at her expression he then asks “you good?”

“no i’m not good why the fuck you had to assault the guy like that? you almost killed him.” she replies as she stares at him. smoke head goes back as he then says “well i was protecting you that’s my job. and he’s fine just bloodied up.” smoke has a nonchalant tone in his voice as y/n shakes his head no “that’s not right, he could have a family did you think about that?” she ask smoke sighs as his expression had aggravation dripping off of it. “ i didn’t think about it because i didn’t care all i was caring about was you.” he replies as his arm crosses as she steps closer to him as his back is on the car door. “i was fine you acting like he stabbed me or something”. she argued as their faces was close together. his demeanor dropped softly as his eyes did also “you could’ve though, you could’ve got stabbed.” his voice lowered into a soft tone y/n stares at his face as he did the same the tension flies through the cold air as the crickets chirp to the wing making to sound like a beautiful melody. they just stare at eachother in silence before y/n pecks his lips before backing up saying

“i’m sorry, that wasn’t professional of me.”

he grabs her by the hips pulling her back as their lips crash together as they release he says “you good baby you perfect.” as his hands rub all over her hips as she kisses again slipping her tongue in the kiss as their tongue danced in their mouths. she moans in the kisses as he presses his body into hers, he breaks the kiss as he started to kiss down to her neck to her collarbone leaving love bites in the trail. her hands grip onto his suit as she feels the tent in his pants raise as she feels it on her thigh causing her to moan slightly. “you see what you do to me? i can’t keep restraining myself from you.” he says as he breaths over her neck as she then says softly “then don’t my love.” his smirks as he then switches their placements as she was against the car door now as his hands reach her throat squeezing it slightly.

she gasps as he nipped on her neck as her hands fumbled with his belt as she then unzipped his pants and her hand found his dick,she felt on his length as she started to stroke him up and down. smoke lets a sharp groan as he throws his head back and lets his body melt into her hand. he ruts his hips into her hands like a teenage boy would, she drops to the floor softly as she then pulls his dick out. he watches her with low eyes as his hands finds her dark curly locks as he then lets her lick the tip of his dick tasting the precum before slipping it in her mouth bobbing her head up and down. he lets out a small groan as he ruts his hips as her hands rest on his muscular thighs, he bites his lips as he says “come on baby twirl that tongue girl.” she obliges as she then twirls her tongue around his head as she hollows out her cheeks, he backs up a little letting his dick out her mouth with a pop.

“get on top of the car.” he says breathlessly as she then got off the floor and waked around to the hood as she then got on top of it. he stood across from her before pulling her ankles to make her come closer making her giggle as she had a smile on her face. he holds her by the waist as he then says “you going let me taste this pussy you be singing about?” she bit her lips before nodding her head yes before smoke made a tsk tsk sound “lemme hear your voice baby.” she then says “yes go ahead.” he dropped low rolling her dress to her hips, he kissed her clit through her panties as he then took off her panties as well putting them in her mouth. she bites down on her own panties, his tongue goes down on her folds. y/n moans through the panties as he goes down on her letting his tongue explore her cervix as he tongues fuck her.

“taste good as fuck baby.” he says against her pussy as he starts to rub her clit with his thumb as he licks at it as well. she moans and whimpers as her hands find his head as she grinds against his mouth as he chuckled against her and said “you wanna come baby? ima give it to you girl be patient.” he lifts up his head a lil as he then spits on her clit before sucking it all up. she rambles a bunch of curses as she continues to bite down on her panties, she begins to cream as the cream and her wetness mix together as he starts to moan against her clit as he just drink that shit up like he was dehydrated for days. she came on his mouth as she let out a loud cry that was muffled. he got up from his knees as he brushed off his knees before looking at the sight ahead of him. he had her cum around his beard as he reached over and took the panties out of her mouth to kiss her roughly letting her taste herself.

he puts the panties back into her mouth as he then takes his dick back out, he strokes it a lil before pulling her up more for she can line up with him. he smacks his dick on her puffy clit causing her to gasp slightly. smoke rubs her cervix before sliding his dick in, she gasps at the feeling as he then began to move holding her legs up as he began to give her fast strokes. her moans muffled through her panties, he bit his lips as he rolled his hips inside her as he then took the panties out her mouth and putting them on the side. he then says “let the whole speakeasy hear how good i’m fucking you girl.” she began to moan more louder as her hand found his lower stomach as he smirked biting his lips while looking deeply into her eyes while going deeper.

“shittt!! smoke!” she moans as she throws her head back before he looks down at her before saying “elijah. say elijah baby.” she nods as he goes a little rougher causing her to moan out “elijah!!!” he smiled at her as his eyes darkened a little bit. he said in her ears “who making you feel this good baby let the world know.” she bit her lips whimpering and moaning mess saying “elijah fuckkkk!!” her hands find his back as her legs interlock him as her nails make home on his back. he started to grunt as her pussy started to tighten around him “fuck y/n.. you going let me come inside?” he says with a drawl as he starts to kiss on her neck “you been singing about it all night, lemme cum in this pussy girl.” she moans as she clawed his back saying “leave me leaking baby it’s all yours.” he sped up again rutting his hips against her as his grunts and her moans went together before he releases his cum inside her as her pussy milks him tighting around him as he continues fucking her as she cums right after him moaning loudly and rambling.

a few seconds pass, as they are just laying on eachother out of breath he stands up straight taking his dick out of her watching the cum leak out of her. she sits up a lil before looking at him fix himself up he grabs her panties before spitting in them and putting them back on her. she bit her lips as she felt the cold saliva on her fucked out clit. he fixed her dress as he got her off the car, “there you go baby, you good?” he says as he kisses her forehead she smiles before saying “i’m great i should’ve did that a long time ago.” he chuckles before saying “yeah it’s okay though because when we get to the house finna have you again.”

he opened the car door for her smacking her ass hard. before saying “you better get your rest baby because when i get that house i want you ass up.” he got in and started the car as he then began to drive to her house. she began to drift off in the passenger seat dreaming about what’s going happen to her when they get home.

[hhhwnr]

ꨄPublic Display of Awkward — S.R

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genre: fluff/comfort word count: 1,1k

paring: Spencer Reid x Reader (established relationship)

warnings & summary: no warnings. Spencer isn’t used to public displays of affection—but with you, he wants to learn.

author’s note: lots of tenderness and public displays of affection! I’m new to writing on Tumblr and in English (which isn’t my first language), so please be kind. I’m open to suggestions or feedback, as long as it’s respectful :)

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Spencer wasn’t the hand-holding type.

Not because he didn’t want to be, but because he wasn’t sure how.

In the quiet privacy of your apartment, he could press a kiss to your shoulder without overthinking it. He could hold your hand for hours on the couch, curled together beneath a shared blanket. But out there—in public, surrounded by eyes and assumptions and attention—it felt different. It felt… observed.

You were walking side by side, close enough that your jacket sleeves brushed now and then, but not touching—not really. The crowd around you moved in waves: parents tugging along kids, couples snapping photos, a street musician playing something jazzy near the café. Spencer kept glancing around, his posture a little tense, as he always was in bustling spaces.

You noticed the way his fingers twitched sometimes near his coat pocket—like maybe he wanted to reach for you, but didn’t know if it was the right moment. So you made it easier. You slipped your hand into his without a word, letting your fingers lace gently through his. A silent offer, no pressure. Just a question with skin instead of words.

Spencer went still for a beat. Not in panic, but in calculation. He looked down at your hands, then at your face, like he was double-checking your intent. You didn’t look back—just kept walking, giving him space to choose what to do with it.

And he did. Carefully, Spencer curled his fingers between yours and gave the faintest squeeze. Then, as you reached the edge of the sidewalk and paused to wait for the light, you felt it: his thumb brushing slow and deliberate across the back of your hand.

A small movement — thoughtful, almost fragile.

“Do you like when I do that?” he asked, voice soft, as if he might stop if the answer was anything but yes.

But you could only smile, feeling your heart thudding. “I do,” you said simply. “Very much.”

And he nodded—just once—like he was storing that information away somewhere important.

He thought about it later that night. He thought of how easy you made it look. How holding hands in public wasn’t a statement for you—it was just affection, simple and honest. How when people passed by, you didn’t drop his hand or change the subject or pull away. He thought about all the reasons it had always been hard for him: the scrutiny, the exposure, the fear of not doing it right. But more than that, he thought about how proud you looked when you had him close.

And he realized: if you weren’t ashamed of him, maybe he didn’t have to be ashamed of showing it either.

The next morning, while the two of you stood in line at your favorite little corner café—him reading the day’s specials with furrowed brows like he was reviewing a thesis, you gently swaying on your feet behind him—he reached for your hand again. No hesitation this time. His fingers found yours with a quiet certainty, warm and steady, and before you could so much as glance at him, he lifted it slowly to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Soft, casual even. Like he’d done it a hundred times, like it was something he did on every slow morning, in every line, surrounded by the half-asleep city.

“Spence?” You blinked, surprised, and tilted your head with a smile tugging at your lips.

He glanced down, eyes warm, a hint of mischief dancing there like sunlight on water. “What?” he asked, though he definitely knew.

“That’s… new,” you replied, grinning now.

He hummed, pressing another feather-light kiss to your knuckles—less hesitant, more familiar this time. “Well,” he said softly, “it’s what people do sometimes. When they’re in love.”

That startled something tender in your chest. You stared at him, caught off guard in the best way.

It happened again, days later, in the grocery store—aisles too bright, music too soft to recognize. The place was quiet for a Thursday evening. You were standing in front of the greens, comparing bunches of parsley like it was a life-altering decision, when Spencer drifted over to you.

He didn’t say anything, just came to stand beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. You felt him there more than saw him—his quiet, comforting presence, the way he always fit next to you without effort.

Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. A slow, thoughtful kiss. No hesitation, no awkward pause. Just his lips against your skin, gentle and grounding.

You didn’t move. Just closed your eyes for a second, let it happen, let yourself feel the way he was starting to settle into you—more confident in the way he loved you, in the way he showed it.

He pulled back slowly, hand grazing your lower back for a moment, and then wandered off toward the cereal aisle, as if he hadn’t just made your whole chest feel like it was glowing.

The “payoff for his efforts”, as Spencer later named it, was different — you were halfway home from dinner down the sidewalk when Spencer just… stopped walking.

It was subtle—just a quiet pause, like he’d remembered something important mid-step. You turned to look at him, brow slightly raised, but he wasn’t looking at the street or the sky. He was looking at you. Really looking. And not in that intense, cataloging way he sometimes had when he was working.

His hand found yours again, fingers lacing without effort, like muscle memory. There wasn’t a sound in the world except the soft clink of a spoon stirring coffee from a café behind you, the wet hush of tires on damp asphalt. And then Spencer leaned in—slow, hesitant for half a second—and kissed you.

It was soft, almost reverent. The kind of kiss that didn’t need to prove anything. That didn’t rush, didn’t take. Just… offered. The press of his lips against yours was gentle, steady, like he’d taken all the words he could never quite say and folded them into the space between you. It wasn’t his first kiss with you, not by far—but it felt like a beginning anyway. His fingers moved to your waist, squeezing it once, as if grounding himself. Your hand came up to rest lightly against his chest, where his heart beat quick and certain beneath your palm. And when he finally pulled back—just slightly, just enough to breathe—he stayed close, his forehead nearly brushing yours.

You were smiling. You hadn’t realized you were until he did too.

“I think I get it now,” he whispered.

You tilted your head. “Get what?”

“Why people do this kind of thing in public.”

Thank you for reading ♥︎

[rosierin]

domestic | atsumu miya

synopsis; (y/n) can't even fold the laundry without being harassed by a certain miya twin (not that she minds of course).

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

(Y/n) was minding her business.

She really was. Just folding laundry in the living room, bathed in the quiet, honeyed warmth of golden hour. Sunlight poured lazily through the windows, settling over the floor in soft, drowsy patterns, casting everything in a dreamy, amber glow. Her feet were tucked beneath her, legs folded as she knelt on the rug, hair slightly tousled from the long day. The laundry basket sat beside her, still warm from the dryer, its contents smelling like fresh cotton and floral detergent.

The air in the room felt gentle.

Things were peaceful.

Until Atsumu walked in—shirtless, in gym shorts, towel slung lazily over his shoulders, wet hair clinging to the nape of his neck—and the vibe… shifted.

Dramatically.

"Evenin'," he said, like he wasn't dripping sex appeal all over the hardwood floors.

(Y/n) forced her eyes to stay on the shirt in her hands. She knew—she knew—that one glance would unravel her composure faster than a loose thread.

"Evening," she replied lightly. Then, side-eyeing him: "Oi, use a hairdryer. You're getting the floor all wet."

He dropped onto the couch behind her with a groan, towel flopping over his lap, shaking his head like a golden retriever. A very hot, very smug golden retriever.

Water droplets sprayed in all directions. A few landed squarely on the back of her neck.

Her eye twitched. "Atsumu."

"What? I'm air-dryin'. Environmentally friendly."

She scoffed, not out of irritation—more out of muscle memory. He had a talent for toeing the line between annoying and charming. "Environmentally obnoxious," she muttered.

He smirked, running the towel through his hair with lazy swipes. “Whatcha doin’?”

She blinked down at the stack of laundry. “Baking a cake.”

"Smartass."

“Laundry,” she clarified, flatly.

“Fun.” He stretched his legs out until one pressed deliberately against hers. “Want company?”

She didn’t even look at him. Just kept sorting the laundry with practiced ease. “Mmm… not really.”

“Too bad.”

She exhaled through her nose, but there was a tug at her lips she didn’t bother hiding. Of course he was bored. And of course, when he was bored, he came to her. He always did.

She never really minded—

“Whatcha wearin’ under that hoodie?”

Never-mind.

She paused mid-fold. Blinked. Looked over her shoulder, one brow arched. “I beg your pardon?”

His grin curved slow, wicked. “You heard me.”

There it was—the look. Those half-lidded eyes and cocky little tilt of his chin. Every time he looked like that, trouble wasn’t far behind.

“Whatcha wearin’ under that hoodie?” he repeated—teasing, shameless.

She turned back around, shaking her head. “None of your business, you perv.”

Behind her, she heard a low hum. Felt the weight of his stare like a hand pressed between her shoulder blades.

“That means it’s somethin’ cute.”

She clicked her tongue and dropped the shirt into her lap, spinning halfway toward him with mock exasperation.

But he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and the shift made his shoulders flex like he knew what he was doing. He probably did.

“There’s somethin’ real hot about domestic stuff,” he murmured.

Her throat tightened. The tips of her ears burned. She did not ogle the way his forearms rested against his thighs, or the way a bead of water rolled from his collarbone down his chest. No sir.

…

She looked.

Damn it.

His eyes sparkled like he caught her in the act.

"’M bein’ serious,” he drawled, tone dipping lower. “You sittin’ there, all cosy with that serious little look on yer face… it’s real cute.”

She wanted to play it off. Wanted to roll her eyes and scoff like usual.

But he was shirtless. And radiating warmth. And sitting right there.

And the playlist in the background had switched to some jazzy love song that made everything feel a little too cinematic.

She tried not to look again. She really did.

“I’m just sayin’,” he continued, “yer out here foldin' laundry, and suddenly I’m considerin’ things I shouldn’t be considerin’.”

Her heart jumped.

“Atsumu—”

“You’re turnin’ me on.”

She launched a sock at his face.

He caught it easily and flashed her one of those stupidly attractive grins.

"Ya look flustered, sweetheart," he cooed. "Don't tell me my flirtin's actually gettin' to ya this time."

This time she did scoff, half-hearted at best. Turned back to the laundry like she urgently needed the distraction. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly into you,” he shot back.

She hated the way her blush gave her away.

He laughed softly, the sound making her chest flutter more than it should have.

Then, gentler this time: “Seriously though. Ya look real cute like this. All domestic and stuff. Makes me wanna mess it up.”

Her fingers curled around a pair of joggers—his, naturally. “You’re all talk.”

She felt his foot nudge her lower back.

"You want me to prove it?"

She swatted him away without turning. “Stop pestering me. If 'Samu gets home before I’m done, he’s gonna think I’ve been slacking.”

"Or," Atsumu chirped, sounding far too pleased with himself, "ya could tell him the truth and say ya were too busy eye-bangin’ me instead of doin’ yer little chores."

She turned, unamused. “Says you. I’m not the one getting turned on by someone folding a few shirts.”

He leaned back, stretching like a smug house cat, arms draped over the couch with a lazy kind of swagger.

“Nah, but admit it—ya like the attention.”

She narrowed her eyes. “No.”

“Yes.”

“I don't.”

“Liar.”

They stared at each other across the chaos of socks and damp joggers, tension simmering somewhere between playful and awfully close to flirty.

And then—

The front door creaked open.

Crap.

“You still not done?”

Osamu’s voice floated in from the doorway, heavy with suspicion. He stepped into the living room, keys hitting the side table with a clatter, a couple grocery bags slung over one arm. He paused halfway through toeing off his shoes, eyebrows raised as he scanned the laundry chaos still strewn across the rug.

(Y/n) froze mid-fold.

Osamu tutted like a disappointed parent. "C'mon (y/n), I've seen ya fold quicker than that."

She pouted dramatically, throwing a pointed finger in Atsumu’s direction like a child tattling on her sibling. “It’s his fault!”

Osamu gave his brother a flat look. “What’d he do this time?”

Atsumu, lounging back on the couch like he’d never done anything wrong a day in his life, cocked a brow. “Yeah, (y/n). What did I do?”

She glared at him.

He winked.

Osamu’s gaze flicked to the couch—and immediately narrowed on the damp spots soaking into the cushions.

“You absolute dumbass,” he muttered, striding over to whack his twin upside the head with the towel. “Get yer wet hair off the furniture and go dry it before I throw yer whole ass in the goddamn dryer.”

“Alright, alright! Jeez.” Atsumu got up, rubbing his head like he’d been assaulted. “No need to get violent.”

He shuffled off toward the hallway, grumbling under his breath like a scolded puppy.

(Y/n) watched him go, biting back a laugh. She lifted a hand to her mouth, failing to hide her amusement behind her sleeve.

He caught the sound just before turning the corner, stopped mid-step, and turned to shoot her a betrayed look.

She smiled sweetly—and blew him a kiss.

Atsumu rolled his eyes.

Osamu, still standing nearby, huffed a laugh through his nose and turned her head back towards her assigned task. “Alright, back to work, miss. Ya can flirt with my brother after the laundry’s done.”

(Y/n) laughed despite herself, not even bothering to defend her honour as she turned back toward the basket. “Yes sir, sorry sir.”

Osamu smirked. “That’s more like it.”

The room settled into a quiet warmth—playlist still humming in the background, laundry pile slightly smaller, the air still charged with something light and playful.

(Y/n) smiled to herself as she folded the next shirt, fingers moving on autopilot.

Atsumu returned not too long after, already radiating mischief like he physically couldn't help himself.

He grinned her way and she shook her head.

Perhaps she did like the attention after all.

[deadsetobsessions]

“I think I’m going to move to Gotham,” Jazz’s tapped away at her laptop, clicking through her college acceptance letters. Danny sat up from where he was scrolling through his phone and stared at her. “Thoughts?”

“And prayers,” he sassed. “Because you’re going to need them. Why the would you pick Gotham when Harvard accepted you?”

“Gotham has Arkham. And Doctor Quinzel.”

“Isn’t she Harley Quinn? The Crime Princess of Gotham?”

“Yeah, and an acclaimed psychologist with hundreds of published work that revolutionized the mental health field! Sure, she’s more criminally inclined now, but I’d kill to pick her brains.”

Danny grinned. “Interesting word choice. You’d fit right in. It’s just weird that all of their psychologists turned into villains.”

“Okay, but I won’t. You’d stop me.”

“Or I’d join you,” Danny rolled back onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare, Daniel Fenton. You’d better stop me if I went villain.”

“But I feel like you’d have a pretty good reason for it though?”

“I appreciate the trust, dumbass, but I’m always this close to loosing it.” Jazz rolled her eyes as she jabbed a finger at Danny.

“Hah! You’ll fit right into Gotham!”

Jazz hummed. “So, Gotham?”

“Yeah, why not?”

——

“Danny!”

“Little busy!” Danny dodged a blast from a GIW agent.

“Why’d you pick up, then?”

“You don’t call often- hey, can you guys knock it off? I’m on a call!” Danny shouted. Surprisingly the agents stopped.

“Woah. You guys actually stopped?”

“We’re anti-ghost, not rude cavemen. Finish your call, Phantom, so we can get back to capturing you.” The agent with red hair said. Her partner nodded their head.

“Riiiight.” Phantom floated away a bit. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked Jazz.

“So, Dr. Quinzel-”

Danny heard a further off “Call me Harley, darling!”

“Harley,” Jazz continued seamlessly. “Is dating Ivy, a meta! Which, totally cute and their relationship is so healthy. Goals, honestly-”

Danny heard another far off comment, “Awe, thanks, Jazzy-wazzy!”

“But long story short, they got in touch with the Justice League about the GIW and they’re getting pulled back! And disbanded! Are you fighting the agents? Can you see if they’ve got the order to pull back?”

“Wait, seriously?” Danny perked up, the exhaustion from the fight all but gone. “I’ll ask.”

Danny turned to the two agents, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Hey! Did you guys get orders to stop hunting me? I heard the Justice League got involved.”

“What? We didn’t-”

“Shit, wait, we got orders.” Her partner jabbed their phone at her.

“Fuck. This isn’t over, Phantom!”

“Yeah, yeah! Shoo!” Danny watched them peel away. “Thanks, Jazz! Maybe I’ll finally get a peaceful school year.”

“R.I.P.” Jazz solemnly intoned.

“Dead-ass.” Danny replied, just as seriously before the both of them broke. Cackling, Danny said goodbye to Jazz.

“Maybe I should get some gifts? Hm… Undergrowth has some rare plants.” Danny muttered as he flew back home.

[ask-eden]

(( late reblog

But WAAAAAAAAA!!!

THIS IS?? SO GOOD!!

MY MC’STINKY WITH FRIES!!!

THANK YOU QUIN I LOVE IT!! THANK YOU WEHHHH

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ 💃 ))

I can’t fix him but I sure can draw him all pretty and cool

@ask-eden

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Santa Baby

pairing: pedro pascal x f! popstar girlfriend

The stage was bathed in warm, festive light as snowflakes made of glitter descended from the rafters. The audience buzzed with excitement, eagerly awaiting the star of the night. Y/N’s highly anticipated Christmas special was live, showcasing her new holiday album. Fans worldwide tuned in to witness her performance, and among them was her proudest supporter her boyfriend-turned-fiancé, Pedro Pascal, seated in the front row.

Y/N’s voice soared through classic carols and original songs, each note wrapping the room in holiday magic. Dressed in a red velvet gown that shimmered under the lights, she was the picture of festive elegance. Her diamond necklace sparkled with every turn, but her smile was the true showstopper. Pedro leaned forward in his seat, utterly entranced, his warm brown eyes never leaving her.

Then came the moment that would be talked about for weeks. The band struck up the jazzy, slinky notes of Santa Baby, and the audience erupted into cheers. The curtains parted to reveal Y/N in a dazzling new outfit: a fitted red velvet bodice trimmed with soft white fur, paired with thigh-high boots and a sparkling Santa hat. She strutted across the stage, microphone in hand, her playful grin promising something extraordinary.

Pedro chuckled as she made eye contact with him, her flirty energy aimed directly his way. He shook his head, already knowing she was about to steal the show.

Her sultry voice filled the air:

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…

The crowd swayed along, their energy building with every lyric. Y/N’s performance was captivating, her charm impossible to resist. Pedro’s grin grew wider as she playfully gestured toward him during the bridge:

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

The audience roared with laughter and applause at her antics. Pedro, his face beaming with pride, clapped along, his eyes shining with admiration. But then, the atmosphere shifted as she reached the iconic line:

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing a ring…

Y/N paused dramatically, her voice trailing off as she raised her left hand. The spotlight caught it, making the enormous diamond engagement ring glitter like the North Star. Gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Pedro froze, caught completely off guard. For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his face broke into the most radiant smile, his eyes glassy with emotion.

The cameras panned to him, capturing his reaction as he stood, clapping and laughing, his expression one of pure love and pride. Y/N flashed him a cheeky grin, finishing the line with a twist:

…and I don’t mean on the phone!

The theater exploded with applause. Y/N gave a playful twirl, blowing Pedro a kiss and mouthing, I love you. He returned it with a blown kiss of his own, shaking his head as if to say, You’re unbelievable.

By the time Y/N finished her set, the news had already gone viral. Social media lit up with clips of the performance, fans gushing over her flawless vocals and Pedro’s swooning reaction. Headlines blared:

“Pop Star Y/N Drops Engagement Bombshell During Christmas Special!”

“Pedro Pascal and Y/N Are Officially Engaged And It’s the Holiday Surprise We Didn’t Know We Needed!”

The next morning, Pedro sat on the couch, scrolling through endless memes of his smitten expression. Y/N curled up beside him under a cozy blanket, her engagement ring catching the morning light.

“You really couldn’t wait to tell the world, huh?” he teased, showing her a tweet comparing him to a love-struck Hallmark movie character.

“What can I say?” she replied with a smirk. “I like making a statement.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good. I want everyone to know I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Her smile softened as she laced her fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Pedro.”

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Pascal.”

That evening, as the snow continued to drift softly outside, they decided to celebrate their engagement with a romantic soak in the outdoor hot tub. The steam swirled into the crisp winter air, and the glow of the nearby fire pit illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows over the snow-covered patio.

Y/N stepped out onto the deck, wrapped in a plush robe, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Pedro was already in the tub, leaning back against the edge with his arms sprawled out, the muscles of his chest glistening from the rising steam. His dark eyes fixed on her with a heat that rivaled the bubbling water.

“Come on in, future Mrs. Pascal,” he teased, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N smirked, dropping the robe to reveal her figure in a deep red bikini that matched the festive mood of the weekend. Pedro’s breath hitched, his gaze dragging over her like she was the only thing in the world.

“You’re staring,” she said playfully as she descended into the water, the warmth enveloping her instantly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice rough as he pulled her closer the moment she settled in. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”

She slid onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The contrast of the hot water and the cool winter air made her shiver slightly, but Pedro’s hands on her hips quickly warmed her up.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Pascal,” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his jawline.

Pedro chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan when her lips brushed against his. The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as the tension between them simmered into something hotter than the water surrounding them. His hands roamed her back, sliding lower as he held her firmly against him.

“You know,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire, “you completely ruined me last night with that performance.”

“Good,” she whispered, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to drive you crazy.”

“Mission accomplished,” he said, his grip tightening as he kissed her again, his lips moving down to her neck, trailing over her collarbone.

“Pedro,” she breathed, her voice a mix of a plea and a tease.

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes blazing. “Say it again,” he murmured.

“Pedro,” she repeated, her hands framing his face as her lips brushed against his in the faintest of kisses.

“No,” he whispered, his smirk returning as his hands dipped into the water, pulling her closer. “The other thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to hear all day.”

She smiled, her heart thundering in her chest. “I love you, future husband.

Pedro’s laughter rumbled through the air before he captured her lips again, the kiss slow, sensual, and filled with the kind of love that made the world stand still. And as snowflakes melted on their heated skin, they knew this was the start of a holiday season they’d never forget.