#just admit you don't know how to read and move on

[kabr0ztrousers]

Your werewolf hubby's knot won't seem to go down no matter what you do, so now it's up to the monster doctor to walk you through different ideas in his office... Perhaps he breaks a few rules and joins in halfway through. Don't worry, he's a doctor and he knows what's best. ;)

Kabr0z Writes Episode 48: Medical Attention

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

I also decided to revisit Professor Blaidd from the Debt trilogy

CWs: Medical malpractice (kinda); double penetration; knotting; creampie; dubcon, but not from the person you're expecting;

A/N: This one may wind up more comedy than pornography... We'll see how it shakes out, I guess!

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Try it, they said. You'll have fun, they said. Well, you tried it, and you just wished when you bought that packet of little blue pills you'd read the label more carefully. Maybe then you'd have spotted where it said "not intended for lupines" before getting your brains fucked out and winding up tied together.

You don't mind it, per se, but you're naked, leaking, and have been stuck holding onto the front of your lover for the last hour. Every time you move he whimpers as you push his sensitive cock around in you, god knows what'll happen if you sneeze.

A knock at the door. Owain's here. He was the best man at your wedding, the devious arsehole who ensured your husband spent the subsequent morning taped to a streetlamp, and by remarkable good fortune happened to be a licensed physician specialising in lupine care.

"Well, Mr. Blaidd" you gestured to the door "Company's here"

Your lover smiled, "I suppose, Mrs. Blaidd, we'd better answer the door." He stood up, wincing as your weight pushed his knot another inch into you "Normally I'd be masked in this situation" he muttered under his breath. You stifled a laugh, but your belly still shook a little, making him grab the wall and growl.

He backed up to the closed door and you turned the handle with an outstretched foot so if it wasn't your friend, all they'd see is your husband's back rather than a full show of his cock lodged in you. Thankfully, it was Owain there, the wiry grey wolfman laughing at your predicament

"Rhys you old dog, got a predicament have we?"

He slapped your husband on the back, jostling you both. You gasped a little as the cock buried in you twitched again and a little fluid leaked out of you.

"Yes, you bastard, we've been stuck like this for an hour" Blaidd growled softly as he shook his friend's hand before leading him in to the sitting room, still disturbed from your earlier lovemaking.

"So, how long have you been..." Owain mimed an erect penis

"About two hours?"

You laughed "About one and a half"

"Ok, so the danger zone for a lupine starts around six, so as long as he's out and deflated by then, you're golden"

You looked at your husband. He looked at you. You both looked at Owain.

"We'd like a little sooner?"

Owain laughed, visibly searching his memory "Easiest way would be to make a little cut and... Drain the organ"

Blaidd went pale

"But that's a last-resort. We could always try... Hmm. Worth a shot" Owain got up and left the room, returning a moment later holding one hand in another before holding it to Blaidd's muzzle.

Blaidd sniffed, then gasped, then sneezed hard. The cock stuck in you was forced upwards, you gasped as a little more fluid leaked from it, joining the half-gallon it felt like you were carrying already.

Owain looked at you both, stroking his chin "You know, normally I'm treating the opposite problem... I bet I know what would work, but it's not altogether... Ethical..?"

You looked at each other again, then back at the other wolf in the room

"You want to fuck me up the ass?"

The two wolves stared at you. Then at each other. "He's been eyeing me since he walked in, have you not noticed?"

Blaidd coughed, reaching behind his head in the way he does when he's not willing to admit something. Owain was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, but the growing bulge in his pants told you everything you needed to know

You sighed at your husband "It's not the first time we've shared, is it?" Then, to Owain "There's lube under your seat"

The doctor didn't need telling twice. Stripping his lower half and grabbing the bottle from under the armchair he was on. He's already hard, slathering the cool lube on his cock and your hole only made him more excited. Already panting into your ear, he lined himself up, precum bubbling onto your ass.

He pushed in, your tight hole stretching for him. It didn't hurt, you're well prepared and slick, but the sensation of two cocks in you at once made you gasp.

He isn't shy any more. Thrusting and grasping at your hips. You can feel his cock rubbing against the thick knot already in you, making Blaidd gasp and groan as the sensitive organ is frotted against.

You moan and your cunt clenches, the two thick cocks driving into you bringing you off. Your fingers brush your clit, hurling you over the edge as your heart races. Blaidd groans as your cunt milks him to another aching orgasm inside you, right as Owain knots your asshole.

You're locked in. Your husband on one side, his best friend on the other, and both of them sealed into your holes, emptying their balls into you.

You're no less stuck than you were before, but the two big wolves are so furry, so soft, you reckon it's probably fine.

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Yeah, this was more farcical than titillating, but hey, overstimming your werewolf husband while his performance-enhanced knot is stuck in you by getting anal from his best friend is one hell of a plot.

Either way, tomorrow's episode is another TF extravaganza, with even more questionable medical ethics

[leashybebes]

fic: blue and gold (18/28)

today's @bucktommyfluffebruary prompt is trying something new and my fill is here

tumblr version below for those that prefer to read here

"What did you think?" Tommy asks.

Buck shrugs. "I don't know. None of them jumped out at me."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees with a sigh. "Me neither."

"Ugh," Buck groans. "Why is this so hard?"

"It's a whole house," Tommy says.

"Yeah," Buck admits. "Maybe we can just live in a string of Air B'n'Bs?"

"Sure," Tommy agrees easily.

"Failing that, can we just not think about it anymore today?"

"That sounds great, honestly. What do you want to do instead?"

"Get takeout and rot on your couch?"

"Perfect," Tommy says, reaching over to squeeze Buck's thigh.

***

There's an inevitable post-takeout slump before Tommy pats Buck's shoulder, kisses his cheek and says, "Back in a sec."

Buck hums in quiet acknowledgement, tilting his face into the kiss but not looking away from his book. He hears Tommy go upstairs, move around for a moment and then he's back.

"So I was doing some pre-emptive clearing out, and I found some stuff," Tommy says, and he sounds…weirdly nervous, so Buck sets his book down and looks at him.

"Is it drugs?" Buck suggests. "Leather?"

"None of the above, unfortunately," Tommy says, and holds out a sketchbook, some charcoals, a box of graphite pencils. "I was wondering if - if I could draw you."

"Oh! I didn't know you drew."

"It's been a while," Tommy says, shrugging. "I'm not very good."

Buck shrugs. "Sure. What do you need me to do?"

"Just not move too much," Tommy says. "And take your shirt off, maybe."

"Oh, I see how it is," Buck says with a grin, but he does as he's told. "Can I keep reading?"

"Yeah," Tommy says, already setting himself up across the room.

It's surprisingly soothing, the sound of pencils moving over paper, the feel of Tommy's eyes on him, occasionally repositioning himself per Tommy's requests - can you stretch your legs out, can you turn your head away a little, can you put the book down for ten minutes when you're ready. He likes it, he realizes, which shouldn't be as surprising as it is. He likes Tommy's attention - he's liked Tommy's attention since the day they met. He sets his book aside, stretches his arms above his head. The sound of Tommy's pencil stutters to a stop.

"Oh," he says. "Yeah. That's - stay like that."

Buck tips his head back and smiles at the ceiling.

Later, Tommy lets him look through the book.

"It's - it's not much," Tommy says, rubbing his charcoal-smudged fingers together. "I'm - you know, out of practice."

And he is, that's clear. But it's still miles better than anything Buck could do. It's amazing, really. Not just the quality, but the quantity. In the last - hour, maybe two, Tommy has produced sketch after sketch of Buck's eyes, his jawline, his tattoos, his lips.

Buck looks at Tommy over the sketchbook, sees the nerves melt away from his face when their eyes meet.

"This is amazing," Buck says earnestly. "You can draw me any time."

Tommy smiles bashfully.

[boyfhee]

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PREC𝒾S . . when you gotta go but they need you closer, right in their arms.

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HEESEUNG

“one last kiss!”

“heeseung, go—” you groan in frustration, although your words are laced with half affection as you try to close the door on him, only for him to stop it by his hands, stepping inside.

you sigh at his smirk, arms crossed while he's putting on his best act, hand over his chest and all, words dripping with mock despair. “you're breaking my heart, angel,”

“and you're overreacting,” you huff, but honestly, you don't mind this one bit.

“one last kiss,” his hands find your waist, backing you up against the nearest wall. he feels your breath hitch, his own heart racing as he leans his forehead against yours and whispers softly. “just one, and i'll leave. i promise,”

it's like you're talking in gazes— yours fixating on him while his travels down to your lips. it only takes a brief second before you find yourself gravitating towards him, your lips moulding with his in a deep, slow kiss.

you gasp when he pulls you closer by your waist, tilting his head for a better angle, arms wrapping themselves around you like a lifeline. it's something between a longing hug and a needy kiss, and you're not sure if he's going home tonight.

JONGSEONG

it happens when he extends his arm to reach out for you.

cold. and he groans softly.

jongseong is a heavy sleeper and the only thing that can wake him up in an instant is you, or rather— your absence.

he opens his eyes, squinting them at your sleeping figure which is all warm & snug under the beige duvet. the sound of bedsheet shuffling fills his ears as he extends his arms and wraps them around you, pulling you flush against him.

“seong?” you mumble, voice dazed by the sweet slumber that was now interrupted by his sudden hug.

“nothing baby, go to sleep,” he whispers softly, pressing a soft kiss over your cheeks. you're not convinced but honestly, you're too sleepy to implore further.

so instead, you shift even close to him, arms wrapped around his waist, legs tangled, your warm breath fanning against his bare chest— a drowsy smile finds its way to his lips.

he could get used to this.

JAEYUN

“can't you stay longer?” you should've seen it coming, honestly. his constant need to hold your hand, soft caresses on your knuckles like feather on water while he was driving, the grip on your hand that keeps getting firmer as the car approaches your house— he's not ready to let you go yet.

“baby, i promise we'll meet again tomorrow,” you attempt reassuring him as he pulls over at your place, gently taking your hands out of his and cupping his face.

“yes but tomorrow,” he melts in your touch, lips jutted forward in a pout. “way too long”

it's hard to say no when he's being so desperate, giving you his best puppy eyes that are sparkling with pure love and yearning, the pout being cherry on top.

you can't help but laugh at his insistence, pressing your lips against the tip of his nose. “you're insatiable,”

“can't blame me, i have a beautiful girlfriend,” he knows he's got you right where he wants. it's in the way you let him press fluttering kisses on your cheeks, allowing his hands to pull you into a warm hug by your waist. “how am i supposed to live without her?”

and you know your next words are going to be a lie but you end up speaking anyway, sighing mockingly. “just five minutes more,”

SUNGHOON

sunghoon would never admit to being a clingy boyfriend even though his actions say otherwise every time you two are together.

“get up now,” you tell him for the fifth time now, hands ghosting up his hair and moving to his shoulders.

“mhm,” he hums in response, or perhaps it's discontentment with the way he holds you a little tighter, nuzzling his face in your stomach. “keep doing that,”

“doing what?”

“the thing you were doing with my hair,” you can feel his words brush against your skin, your top slightly lifted up as he draws random patterns on the bare skin of your waist. “it feels nice,”

and you can't help but comply, your fingers getting lost in his soft brown locks. the scent of his shampoo draws you in and your lips curl into a smile when you feel him relax further under your touch.

“don't stop, please,” his voice is quiet, laced with a silver of desperation, his need for you to be close. he only hugs you tighter, a breathy chuckle erupting from your mouth when he buries his face in your belly.

and sunghoon is definitely not a clingy boyfriend, but you don't mind if your mornings start a bit late just because he wants you to hug him and play with his hair a few minutes more. “i won't,”

SUNOO

your boyfriend has been following you around wordlessly for a while now,

he finally musters up the courage to reach out to you, hugging you instantly, afraid of looking at you in the eyes. “you're mad at me,”

“i am not, sunoo. let go,” you try to reassure him, hands on his arms as you gently push him away with a snicker, only for him to hug you tighter.

“you aren't even looking at me,” he's pouting now, once starry eyes now drowning in guilt as they refuse to let go of the sight of you. “ it completely slipped my mind. i swear it wasn't intentional.”

and sunoo isn't the one to forget plans. he makes them, he's the first one to get ready. it's unusual, rare, when he misses a date— your first time in two years and perhaps that's why it stings a little more than you had expected, but you do understand his urgency towards work.

you nod, caressing his cheeks, lips pressed in a thin line. “i know and it's okay,”

“really?” he wants to believe you, he hopes you mean it, and if you don't, he's ready to try a million times to make it up to you. “i love you,”

you don't get a chance to respond, words left unsaid on the tip of your tongue when he starts pressing butterfly kisses all over your face.

“never—” he whispers, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “—ever—” and then on both your cheeks, followed by the tip of your nose. “—forget that,” and lastly, on your lips.

JUNGWON

“do we have to go?” he asks with almost pleading eyes, the whiney voice only lurching your heart further when you look at him.

“yes,” you respond with a gentle kiss on his forehead before pulling back, your hands still cupping his face. “before our friends notice our absence,”

“i hate keeping this a secret,” he doesn't break eye contact when he says this, kissing both your palms simultaneously before his hands go back to your hips, wanting to have you in his lap just a little longer. “just wanna show you off, darling,”

it leaves you breathless when he tugs you closer to him, the lack of space in the storage not helping you with keeping your sanity together.

it's dark, you feel his warm breath fanning against your face. you almost lose all your reasoning before composing yourself. “we'll tell them soon,”

“promise?”

and you nod, caressing his cheeks gently under your fingertips. “promise,”

“okay, now let me kiss you more,” he doesn't let you respond, immediately brings his lips back to yours, and when you hear a knock on the door, your lips kiss-swollen, lipstick smudged on his— you realise you can't keep it a secret anymore.

NI-KI

“riki let go—” you try getting away for the hundredth time, hands on his chest— your best attempt at stepping away and once again, he manages to pull you in against him.

“shut up,” he mutters against your hair, pressing butterfly kisses before bringing his head down to your ear, whispering. “you talk too much,”

the hint of irritation in his voice is betrayed by the softness of his touch, in the way he gently takes your arms and wraps them around his waist, as if they belong there.

your head is tilted all the way up, chin resting on his chest and he looks even more handsome under the streetlight. “if my parents find out, they're killing both of us,”

“then i'll make sure to find you in my next life too,” and you don't know what has gotten into him— even he is surprised, but none of you say anything, letting the silence speak for your hearts.

“cheesy,” you whisper against his hoodie, melting in the warmth of his embrace in the cold night, biting back a smile when you hear him whisper a quiet 'i love you' in the crook of your neck.

[itsnesss]

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲���𝐮? | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | after training, axel grows protective over a small cut on your cheek. His concern leads to a heated moment

warnings | fluff, intense emotional tension, mild physical violence, and romantic themes with possessive undertones

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The dojo had been filled with energy that afternoon. The sound of punches, heavy breaths, and the palpable energy in the air testified to how intense the training had been. Axel, as always, was a relentless competitor, but that night something in his attitude had changed. Each of his movements was precise, calculated, and even though you stood firm in front of him, you could feel his persistent gaze. There was something in the way he looked at you that kept you on edge, even though your match had ended a few minutes ago.

Although the training had been exhausting, you felt the sting in your body, a reminder of the effort put into each punch, each block. The slight pain in your cheek made you notice a small cut, but you decided not to pay it much attention. Injuries like that were part of the process, part of the game. However, you knew something else was going on, something far beyond a simple scratch. Axel was watching you differently, and although you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t.

You realized he was still by your side. He was gathering his things, but his eyes never left you.

"Good job today," you commented casually, trying to downplay everything you felt as you moved toward the exit.

Axel shot you a quick look, nodding as he put his gloves away.

"You too. You gave it your all."

You felt yourself blush but managed to smile softly. It wasn’t a big cut or anything serious, just a small scratch, but something in Axel’s expression concerned you more than you cared to admit. The dojo started to empty as some students hurriedly said their goodbyes, while others continued practicing in the corners. For some reason, you and Axel were among the last to leave.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, but you didn’t feel relieved. The tension in the air still lingered. You walked toward the door, and Axel, a few steps behind you, suddenly stopped.

"What’s that on your face?" His voice was low but intense, making you stop immediately.

You turned around, confused.

"Huh?"

Axel quickly approached, his face already serious, closely examining the small cut on your cheek. Without thinking, his fingers gently brushed your skin, sending a shiver through your body at the contact.

"You have a cut," he whispered, frowning.

You tried to downplay it.

"It’s nothing, just a scratch."

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, his jaw tightening with a hardness you hadn’t seen before.

"Axel, it’s not important…"

"I’ll kill him," he muttered, more to himself than to you, rage evident in his tone.

You were taken aback by his reaction and quickly tried to calm him down.

"Don’t exaggerate."

"I can’t stand seeing you hurt," he said again, his voice deep and filled with something more you couldn’t identify.

The silence that followed was heavy, and Axel’s closeness made a knot form in your stomach. The brush of his fingers against your cheek made you breathe faster. You could feel him battling with himself, but you didn’t understand exactly what was going on in his mind.

"Axel..." you murmured, but you didn’t know what to say.

His eyes locked with yours, then they traveled to your lips. A slight shiver ran through your body, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. It was just you and him, too close, too tempting. The space between you felt thick, charged with something neither of you seemed willing to name.

"Why do you care so much?" you asked, feeling the need to understand what was going on between you.

Axel sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair. He seemed to be searching for the right words but couldn’t find them.

"Because... because it’s you," he finally said in a whisper, and the sound of his voice took your breath away.

You were left speechless. Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected that. Axel, always so difficult to read, suddenly seemed so clear, so vulnerable. You didn’t know how to respond, how to react to something so unexpected.

"I..." you started to say, but he gently shook his head.

"You don’t have to say anything," he interrupted, his voice as soft as the wind. "Just... take care of yourself, okay?"

You nodded, but when you tried to step away, Axel, in a sudden impulse, gently grabbed your wrist. You froze in place, feeling his grip—strong yet delicate.

"I don’t like seeing you hurt. I don’t like thinking someone harmed you."

You tried to downplay it.

"It was just an accident during the fight," you said, laughing lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "No one tried to hurt me on purpose.

"Still..." he whispered, his breath so close to yours that you could feel his warm exhale on your skin. "It drives me crazy."

Your heart started beating faster. You couldn’t help it—his proximity, his intensity, enveloped you completely. Before you could stop yourself, your hands instinctively rose, gently holding onto his jacket. Axel tensed for a second, his eyes darkened even more, and without thinking, he brought his lips to yours. The brush was almost electric, and for a moment, you stayed still, as if it were a dream.

But Axel didn’t stop. The kiss deepened, slower, more intense. At first, it was all exploration, searching for something more, for a territory neither of you had dared to conquer until that moment. But then, the passion, the tension built up from all those trainings, from all those glances, overflowed. Axel pulled you closer, his hands sliding to your waist, and you clung to him as if you didn’t want him to fade away.

That kiss wasn’t just a kiss; it was a message, something both of you knew you couldn’t ignore anymore. Axel, so fiercely protective, so intensely jealous, now had you close, and you didn’t want him to let you go.

Suddenly, Axel pulled away, but not too far. His breath was quick, and his eyes stayed locked on you, as if he were searching for an answer in your gaze.

"I’m going to find who did this to you," he said in a low voice, his gaze hardening again.

You were surprised, but you reacted immediately.

"Axel, don’t do that. I don’t want you to start a fight over something so insignificant. It was just an accident."

"I don’t care. I don’t like seeing you hurt." His tone had become more serious, but his hand still gripped your wrist.

"Axel, I’m not asking you to defend me. This kind of thing happens all the time. It’s part of the training." You said, trying to calm him down.

But he, with a frustrated sigh, didn’t seem willing to listen.

"I’m going to find who did it." His eyes gleamed with a fierce determination.

You stepped closer, looked him directly in the eyes, and with a firmness you didn’t know you had, you said:

"Axel, don’t do this. If you do, I’ll lose you, and that’s the last thing I want."

His eyes softened for a moment, and for a second, everything between you two dissipated. The silence that followed was heavy, but filled with understanding.

Finally, Axel sighed and, without releasing your wrist, nodded.

"Okay. I won’t do it. But I want you to know that I can’t let anyone hurt you."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you heard those words, and when he finally released your wrist, you took a step closer, looking at him gratefully.

"I promise I don’t need you to defend me. Just... stay with me, Axel."

Axel didn’t say anything at first. He seemed to be considering your words, looking at your face with an intensity that left you breathless.

Finally, he took a step toward you, closing the distance even more. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes, as if he wanted to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

"I will, but... if anyone touches you, if they hurt you... I won’t allow it." His tone was firm, determined. You knew he wasn’t joking.

You smiled faintly, a little surprised by the strength of his promise. Axel, the guy who had always been a fierce competitor, now seemed willing to do anything to protect you.

"I know," you said with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but also feeling a warmth in your chest you couldn’t ignore.

Axel looked at you for a moment, and then, with a sigh, stepped back, his hands finding his pockets with a mix of frustration and relief.

"You know what? I can’t go home without resolving this. I’m going to find who did this to you." The determination in his voice was clear, and although part of you wanted to stop him, something inside told you that, somehow, he just wanted to protect you.

"Axel, don’t do it... please. It’s not necessary." Your tone was pleading, but he was already heading toward the dojo without hesitation.

"I can’t let it go," he said without looking at you, walking fast.

You ran a few steps to catch up with him, reaching him before he could get to the door. With both hands firmly on his arm, you stopped him, breathing heavily. "Axel, listen to me!" you said firmly, looking directly into his eyes. "I know what you’re feeling, and I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I don’t want this to turn into something else. This isn’t about revenge."

Axel stood still, his body tense. You knew he was fighting against his protective nature, but something inside him wanted to understand you. Finally, he turned to face you, his expression softening.

"I know. But I can’t just stand still and do nothing when I see you hurt." He sighed, partially giving in. "Just... give me a moment to calm down, okay? I don’t want to make this bigger than it is."

You nodded slowly, and seeing Axel finally lower his guard, you felt a breath of relief.

[florathewriter]

cowgirl tease || choi seunghyun (TOP) x reader

Ok, I'm having the worst time writing (and being creative) lately, so instead I keep reading and editing my drafts. Here is a scene I'm not sure I like, so I transformed it into a short TOP x reader piece or whatever. I had to change some details, since I don't want it to spoil the main thing I write, so forgive me for any nonsense. Enjoy.

Warning: Things I publish here may be out of context, since often they are little pieces of a bigger thing.

Summary: The colleague!reader watched too many videos of TOP performing Bang Bang Bang.

The familiar beat echoed through the club, making people shout with excitement and make their way to the dance floor. The song, which I had played one too many times lately — and whose live performance videos I had been watching almost obsessively on YouTube — came to my mind. The last two shots must have been pure confidence boosters, because I didn't think twice before getting to the center of the dance floor, holding Alex and Sae-ho, and jumping to the beat.

BANG BANG BANG was known, sung, and danced to by everyone here. The quiet voices of embarrassment — also known as sober elements — that had been holding me back until now were silenced by TOP's voice when his verse came in. Some of the words I sang were made up on the spot, most of them nonsense, but who cared? My mind kept replaying his lasso movements, which — oh Lord — I copied, feeling extra freaky in that cowboy hat. Images of TOP I had studied lately retraced themselves in my mind as I moved my hips to the beat.

You know that feeling when you're having all the fun in the world, dancing and singing with your friends, and then you… come down from that high, your head pounding, feeling dizzy? Yeah, usually that happens in the morning and is called a hangover. For me, it was locking eyes with Seunghyun, who was sitting at our booth with an excellent view of the dance floor. He was smiling at me, clearly amused by the performance I had just given him.

If I had one wish at that moment, it would be for the Earth to part and swallow me whole. What a disaster. How am I ever going to look him in the face and not think about this moment?

Without thinking much, I turned around and pushed through the crowd, heading straight for the ladies' room. I sighed in relief as I closed the door behind me, as if I could escape my fate. Leaning on the sink, I analyzed my reflection in the mirror.

I decided to talk myself through the situation, to get things straight and at least try to save my dignity before facing what was about to happen when I left this room.

What's the big deal? I just enjoyed myself on the dance floor to my colleague's ten-year-old song, wearing a cowboy hat and doing cowboy moves — probably thinking I looked sexy but actually being ridiculous, imitating his moves. Which clearly indicates I’ve watched all those videos recently… after admitting to him that I didn’t know him or his career history only two months ago. Well, that was two months ago. Maybe I had to dig deeper since I'm set to work with him. It was for research purposes, right?

The key is to keep my cool. Running to the bathroom isn’t exactly keeping my cool.

I splashed some water on my neck, hoping to look more composed. Shooting myself one last disappointed glance in the mirror, I stepped out of the bathroom.

The first thing I saw was Seunghyun’s figure leaning against the wall.

“Oh,” I gasped. Not exactly how I planned to play it cool. I’d preferred to meet him back at the booth — or, better yet, on Monday morning. Or even better, never at all. Instead, here he was, having followed me and waited outside the ladies' room.

"I’d be thirsty after a performance like this." he teased, handing me a bottle of water.

This fucker.

I felt my cheeks burn but couldn’t help smiling back at his smirk.

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˚✧⁺˳༚ Bakugou x reader; platonic/best friends edition !! ˚✧⁺˳༚

my personal headcanons on what it would be like to be best friends with him (this is also inspired by us in my MHA DR, based on backstory and how i imagine it'll go!)

content tidbits: strictly platonic bond (aroace bakugou and aroace reader implied) 2-A era, following the plot but not the full on war, swearing, gender neutral reader but some possible fem leaning attributes mentioned at a point (makeup), fairly headstrong but also introverted reader, physical affection, maybe ooc bkg?, brief mention of death/injury, sliver of angst?, lots of fluff and comfort and attentive katsuki. also not rly proofread.

word count: 1.2k :p

A/N: I LOVE HIMMM :((( shifting to be his best friend is going to be so lovely. he's so angel.

how your bond started and grew !

so lets say y'all met at the start of your UA years, were seated next to each other. he was being his pissy lil 15 year old self, sitting on the table, yelling, average cunt attitude. you sat next to him, and eventually told him to stfu. naturally, that both irked and surprised him because nobody had really ever done so. but it somehow drew him in.

over the next few months, a 'tolerance', in his words, formed. but it was in fact friendship, he just didn't want to admit so (emotionally constipated ass)

he'd pick you first in sparring, knowing your strength and agility would work into his (because let's face it, at this point he still would have a complex of not wanting to be around anyone 'weak').

more time goes on, and there's a bit more opening up between the two of you. more on your side, but he tries. you see sides of each other you didn’t know were there, but it only elevates reason for your mutual admiration and respect.

moving into the dorms was a big plus for you both. you had more time to talk, hang out, and train. yes, people suspected smth more was going on, which was fucking annoying. but you both knew there was no romance in things. you just genuinely like each other's company

the actual headcanons lolol:

it took a while to get to it, but physical affection doesn’t go left out in your friendship. this is one of the main reasons people think you're together, but you both see it with the fact that intimacy doesn’t need to be more than just general feelings of closeness. yes, he complains when you use him as a human heater or pillow. but you don't miss how he buries his face into you, at last letting himself relax. he feels safe with you, and probably only you to do so. you might cuddle in your dorms after a long school day, rest on each other on the bus, hold hands when anxious. anything small or specifically by preference.

you are not of exception to is bullshit and remarks, i'd like to preface. but he does make an effort to remember any boundaries or triggers you have. your friendship holds a lot of value to him, and he would not want to cause any dents. and if he does, he waits, gives space, then it's talked out.

taking down villains is one of y'all's favourite hobbies LMAOOO. if you're his friend, you can match his energy and speed. the shit eating grins you both share when admiring your handy work (beat to shit villain) don't go unnoticed by classmates or teachers.

he teaches you to cook better! you maybe already could, but his teaching also comes from a place of care. cooking and eating good keeps you going, in his eyes at least. but you also both go out for food a lot. and don't think he hasn't forcefully built your spice tolerance.

you either bond over fandoms or get each other into them. which is dangerous if you are also a collector. maximalism fears you two. but it also helps with conversation. he was izuku's childhood bsf, TRUST the bitch knows how to ramble.

he is not only loyal, but extremely fucking observant. to the point he can read you cover to cover. whether it's your mood, a habit/stim/tic you have, what makes you laugh, what your favourite song is at the moment- he knows you in a way that signs his devotion to you and the dedication he has to your friendship.

he has a specific level of trust in you, especially after opening himself up to you in terms of who he is behind his crass and crude demeanour, and his thoughts/experiences. he wants you both to feel like you never have to fear expressing yourselves when it's only you two.

y'alls most common hang outs would be: cooking, watching shitty reality shows and mocking the people in them, movie nights, training/sparring, cooking, studying, going on walks/hikes, and concerts.

he just picks you up for some reason? off the ground?? zero explanation?? sometimes just walks around holding u like a bag????

if you ever bicker, it goes on for so. fucking. long. everyone in the class A dorms is TIRED. but you both can't help but crack grins during it, because you actually enjoy seeing how creative you can get.

DEEP !! CONVERSATIONS!!! we've seen him go to bed at 8pm in the series, but i don’t actually think he sleeps then. you've shared many times where either of u couldn’t sleep and texted each other to come over to one of your dorms, and didn't get to sleep til 3 because of your yap session. it could start as just gossiping or ranting, but then it could get to what you think comes after death or some shit 🧌 or your fears, and why they're fears to begin with. but you both soon drift off, and scramble to get ready the next day LOLL

he very begrudgingly let you do his makeup one day, and from there decided to start wearing eyeliner! he wanted to for a while (emo) but only started when seeing himself with it boosted his confidence :))

at some point, you get matching piercings and/or tattoos. he made fun of you for being nervous but almost shat himself when he got his tongue pierced. as for tattoos, i see you both getting an explosion, and also something related to your quirk as well. small but easy to spot, like a badge of pride.

he is clingy. he ain't ever gonna admit it, but he is in fact a koala at points. but it's for the reason he finally found a person who's company and presence doesn’t require him to be on guard of snap. you have a level of patience with him, and that means more than he can show or say.

speaking of showing and saying, he's often gifting you small trinkets or things related to things you like :) also making you meals when you're down, even if it's that 'shitty unhealthy crap you always want'. seeing you smile is important to him. so is knowing you're okay.

would probably freak if you got injured badly. he finally found someone who gets him, and who's his number 1 when things get hard, and the thought of you being in pain or losing you makes his stomach hurt. but if it's not severe, he'll be there to attend to you if you don't go to Recovery Girl.

you will have either a shared agency or agencies close in location/affiliation when you become pro's. no matter rankings or ratings, you will cheer each other on and offer support whenever you can. not even climbing to the top will separate you from each other. also if it's your choices, you go on a LOT of missions together.

he genuinely loves you sm it's so sweet :( <333 he won’t say it often, but showing it though quality time, a gift, or acts of service, is a common occurrence. it's a mutual love language to look out for each other and always be there for each other if it's accessible. you're his platonic soulmate, even though he'd rather drink piss than say so. he might not want to spend his life with someone tied down, but you're a placement he's willing to maintain.

[alwaysless]

posh gang as chess pieces lets discuss

We all know that Annabel treats other characters like chess pieces. Annabel herself is the queen, and Lenore, from her point of view, is the king who must be protected at all costs. I admit, however, that Annabel may be wrong about this, because unlike the chess king, Lenore is quite an active participant of the game. Interestingly, in this frame, the king is white (Annabel's color) and the queen is black (Lenore's color). Perhaps this is a reflection of how their roles changed after death, or perhaps it means that Annabel initially misinterpreted their positions with Lenore.

As for the others, in the comic Annabel clearly says that Prospero is a bishop and Monty is a rook. I would assume that Duke is a rook as well, solely because it makes Annabel's attempt to save Lenore by immuring him in the wall a castling.

What about the other characters? I won't consider the misfits but I want to talk about Ada and Will, as the last members of Annabel's group.

Will is obviously a pawn. Most people don't take pawns seriously, and they're not even always considered pieces in the game. Will is at the bottom of the characters hierarchy, he is nothing more than a tool to achieve other people's goals, even misfits treat him very leniently, absolving him of responsibility for his actions. And I mean it in a bad way, as if they see him as an extension of Monty's willpower, and not as an independent person. I love Will, but seriously, what reason did they have to stop Monty in that one scene?

However, many underestimate pawns. They have a lot of advantages: they are numerous, and this reflects Will's ability to clone himself. What's even more obvious is that when pawns reach the end of the board, they can transform into any other piece, just like Will can transform into other people. This is one of the many things that make me think of Will as a dark horse among the cast: after all, every pawn can become a queen. A pawn can replace any piece on the board except the king, but no piece can replace a pawn.

In addition, pawns usually open the game. Either pawns or, a little less often, knights.

And now we're moving on to Ada. In fact, at first I've chosen a knight for her by elimination, because all the other pieces are already occupied. But let's be honest: it suits her. In the first season, Ada has long been one of two characters (along with Morella) who "torn" between the two groups, so she is the most unpredictable among the entire cast. You never know what to expect from her. Similarly, the knight's movements cannot always be predicted, because unlike other pieces, knight "jumps" through the diagonals, stepping over chessmen just as Ada is ready to go over students heads. In addition, Monty calls Ada his "ace in the hole," that is, his unobvious advantages. This also corresponds to the style of playing knights, whose moves are often simply not read by the opponent in advance.

An interesting feature of the knights is that when attacking it, the attacking piece remains safe, because the knight needs space to move, it is useless up close. When Ada is attacked by other characters (and this happens all the time), she cannot defend herself. The only exception is her first manifesting against Prospero, but even in that scene she is technically unable to protect herself. She just snaps at him and uses violence, which in the long run does not change his attitude towards her. No one begins to take her feelings seriously, she remains alone and becomes an easy target for Monty. He gets as close to her as possible, and she becomes defenseless.

However, when she finally does have the strength to attack? She is unstoppable, deadly, she will sweep away everything in her path. You can attack the knight without the risk that he will respond, sure thing. But if the knight attacks you? Good luck.

As someone once told me on this website: let Ada become her own knight. The girl deserves it.

[samwellwinchesterthebrave]

BuckTommyFluffebruary day 16: Waking up Together for the First Time

This is day 16 of the challenge by @bucktommyfluffebruary and this is also the only prompt I switched out. It was originally AU: didn't know they were dating and I switched it to waking up together the first time. A little bit of angst and a lot of fluff

In Your Arms

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Rating T / Words 940

Buck slowly rose to consciousness feeling warm, comfortable, and safe. A heavy weight spread against his back, an arm slung over his belly. There were legs tangled with his and, his thoughts moving like molasses, he marveled that his partner had long enough legs to do that.

He stretched a little against the weight at his back, a couple vertebrae popping. It felt good and he let out a quiet groan. It was matched by a decidedly masculine sound from behind him and the arm over his belly tightened.

Wait.

Masculine.

Wait.

His eyes snapped open. Buck's sleep-fogged mind wasn't able to parse the sound his partner had made. His mind was empty, no answers coming to him. He looked down to see a (familiar) masculine arm holding him. But, other than that first flash of surprise and anxiety, he felt great. That this was perfect.

This was right.

“Evan?” a gravelly voice whispered in his ear. The timbre sent a pleasant chill down his back. “You okay?”

Turning his head, Buck saw Tommy’s face tucked into his shoulder. A soft wave of affection flowed through him and Buck smiled. Memories came back. Their date last night, the second since Maddie and Chimney's wedding. They'd walked a hiking trail in the park then sat on an outdoor patio for dinner. They'd come back to Buck's loft and had spent a good hour just kissing each other. Their hands had roamed but above waists.

They were taking it slow. Not that Buck didn't think he'd enjoy sex with Tommy. He was looking forward to that. But because this felt momentous and they wanted to savor every step. Besides, he was rapidly becoming addicted to kissing Tommy.

“Yeah,” Buck whispered. “Absolutely. Good morning, Tommy.”

“Mmmm, morning,” Tommy replied.

Nuzzling against Buck's shoulder, he pressed a kiss to the curve. Then he cracked his eyes open and looked at the window. It was still dark outside, though there was a faint gray tinge to the sky. False dawn.

“Not quite morning yet,” Tommy continued wryly. He smiled when Buck chuckled. After pressing another kiss to Buck's shoulder, he continued, “How are you feeling? You were kind of stiff for a moment there.”

“Just... getting used to it,” Buck admitted after two heartbeats of silence. “A guy in my bed. A guy wrapped around me. I'm not often the little spoon.”

“We can move,” Tommy offered immediately, starting to pull his arm back. “I can even go to the couch. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.”

“No, wait,” Buck said, grabbing Tommy’s wrist. He could feel tension in the muscles along with a slight tremble. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a flash of worry and hurt in Tommy’s eyes. “I want you to stay. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Tommy pressed after a deep breath. He stayed completely still, eyes on Buck.

“Yeah,” Buck nodded, pulling Tommy’s arm back over his belly. He slid his hand up Tommy’s and tangled their fingers together. “It wasn't bad. Just the opposite. It was just... new. I'm sorry if I freaked you out.”

“It wouldn't be the first time a guy regretted waking up with me in his bed,” Tommy muttered, looking away. “I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

Buck laughed then, let go of Tommy's hand, and rolled over in his arms. He wrapped an arm over Tommy's hips and pulled their bodies close. Then he waited until Tommy looked at him.

“Hey, I know how to say no,” Buck murmured, leaning in and pressing his forehead to Tommy's. “I don't regret having you in my bed at all. It feels like you belong here. I want you here.”

Tommy studied him for a long moment. The hurt had faded and the worry had turned into a growing hope. Buck put everything he was feeling on his own face, how much he enjoyed being in Tommy’s arms, how comfortable it was waking up with him, how much he enjoyed Tommy’s mere presence. It must have worked because Tommy smiled wide enough that his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched. He leaned in slowly, keeping his eyes on Buck until their lips pressed together. Then, he sighed into the kiss as both their eyes closed.

Their lips moved against each other slowly, no urgency or heat in it. Just touch and the feel of skin to skin. They broke the kiss to lean their foreheads together and breathe quietly. Their shared breaths feathered over each other's lips.

“Promise me that if you ever do feel uncomfortable or not ready for something, you'll tell me,” Tommy murmured, his lips brushing against Buck's as he spoke. “Like you said, this is new for you. I want you happy.”

“Promise,” Buck said, stealing a quick kiss. “As long as you promise too. We're in this together, right?”

“Right. I promise,” Tommy nodded. He tightened his arm over Buck's waist, hugging him for a moment. “How about we get a few more hours’ sleep? The day hasn't even started yet.”

Buck nodded, sighing happily and tucking his head under Tommy’s chin. It took a little reshuffling as they were basically the same height but Tommy seemed happy with it. At least, to go by the way Tommy was running his hand up and down Buck's back. He pressed a kiss over the center of Tommy's collarbone and closed his eyes. Then he drifted off to sleep, still safe and warm in the arms of a man he very much liked, soothed by the motions of the hand over his back.

[elrxiel]

each time a G/wynriel says "Elriels wants Elain to be Gwyn so bad!" I lose another braincell trying to understand how someone can be so delusional and absolutely blind to canon sequences repeated over and over by multiple characters, yet so passionate in looking for clues between the lines (which in most cases, are simply not there, dare I say) and twisting the most obvious scenes to fit their narrative

we're all entitled to our own opinions and preferences but I simply cannot take them seriously when all I see are those opinions absolutely misreading canon text and giving characters qualities they do not possess - or trying to take away the ones they do - because they do not suit some wild theories which have no reasonable grounds to back them up

if you fail to understand Elain's character, qualities and background even if it's stated blankly in the books, that's on you I guess, but don't embarrass yourself saying anyone would like Elain to be Gwyn - I can assure you that while most of Elriels like or even adore Gwyn's character and the others are neutral towards her, all of us here writing about Elain are here for her exactly how she is being portrayed throughout the whole series

we love her exactly how she is and frankly, none of us has to take away anything from other characters

maybe before stating something so profoundly stupid, take a look in the mirror and look up the word "hypocrisy" first

[achillesuwu]

THERE IS ONLY ONE FIC TAGGED "OLD GWEN"!?!?!!

Well

Time to make my own food.

GWEN IS GOING TO BE OLD (well at least in mind, I'm not bringing her back so she can die after walking 2 second lol) IN MY POST RETURN FIC JUST WATCH ME 🫵 SHE IS 80 AND LIVED A LONG LIFE. SHE IS GOING TO LOOK AT ARTHUR AND ELYAN WITH SUCH AN OLD GRIEF. SHE IS GOING TO MEET HER GREAT GREAT GREAT... GRAND KID!!!!

[fuzziemutt]

I wish I was like a god at cars and just able to fix that shit in my yard with ease and say yeah the shitbox 4th plug just needs a bit more elbow grease but I ain't letting this fucker die yet, yet here I am kicking its damn stationary wheel for the 50th time

[itsnesss]

request!!!

hello love! i was wondering if you could do a min ho x female reader where min ho is rude to reader and says smth and he doesn’t know how much the reader is going through and she actually has a crush on him, and they fall in love at the end ofc but we gotta add a little angst in there ofc so min ho will find her at a bridge trying to put out the pain and he stops her and i’m not sure what else so i suppose it’s up to you maybe you could make multiple parts idk, anyways love you lots!💋💋💋

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | emotional distress, suicidal thoughts, feelings of inadequacy and loneliness, vulnerability and personal struggle, a turning point where the reader finds support and connection

word count | 1.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The day had been long, longer than you could bear. You were on the brink of despair, the pressure from school, the expectations others had of you, everything had piled up in your mind, leaving no room to breathe. But there was something else suffocating you, something you couldn’t share with anyone. Something related to Minho.

You didn’t know how it had come to this, but whenever he was near, something tightened in your chest. Maybe it was his arrogance, or his cold attitude, or maybe you just couldn’t ignore what you felt. It was more than just admiration, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Today hadn’t been any different. In class, he had ignored you as usual, but this time something had been different. During a discussion, his words were harsher than usual.

"Are you going to keep hiding behind that facade?" he said, his eyes cold and sharp, as if your insecurities were a spectacle he enjoyed watching. "You don’t have what it takes to stand out, so you might as well stop trying."

His words stuck in your mind, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. It hurt more than you would like to admit. You knew you shouldn’t let his attitude affect you, but you couldn’t help it.

You quickly left the classroom, trying to escape the feeling of inadequacy he had caused. You walked aimlessly, lost in your thoughts, until you found yourself on a solitary bridge on the outskirts of campus. The sunset was beginning to darken the sky, but you didn’t feel the cold that was already taking over the air. In your heart, there was only emptiness, a sense of not being enough for anyone.

With your face buried in your hands, you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape. Maybe, just maybe, if you could end all the pain once and for all, life would be more bearable. The thought of disappearing lingered in your mind, and before you could think it through any further, you began to walk toward the edge of the bridge.

It wasn’t an easy decision. Not at all. But in that moment, the idea of escaping the pain seemed to be the only thing that made sense.

But before you could make any move, you heard a voice behind you, a voice that made you freeze in your tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You turned around quickly and saw him. Minho. It wasn’t what you expected. Instead of his usual indifference, there was something in his gaze, something you couldn’t read, something that made you feel a little more vulnerable.

"What are you doing here?" you responded, trying to stay calm, but his closeness threw you off.

Minho didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, watching you, as if he were assessing something in your expression. Finally, he took a step toward you.

"I don’t know what the hell is going on with you, but you can’t keep doing this." His voice was softer than you expected, but still carried a layer of discomfort. "You’re not someone I can ignore much longer."

You felt like the ground beneath you was giving way, but it wasn’t the bridge that terrified you. It was him. His gaze was still intense, but something had changed. He wasn’t treating you with contempt, like in class. Now, there was something that almost seemed like... concern.

"You don’t know anything about me, Minho. You don’t know what I’m going through." Your voice cracked, about to break, and the tears you had been holding back finally found their way down your cheeks.

Minho remained silent, watching you. He didn’t fully understand what was happening, but he could see the pain on your face, and though he didn’t know how to deal with it, he couldn’t ignore it.

"Then explain it to me," he said, his tone softer, more serious. "If you really want me to understand, explain it. I’m here."

For a moment, the idea of opening up to him terrified you. You didn’t want to be vulnerable, not with someone who had never shown any interest in your well-being. But something in his voice, in his gaze, made you decide to trust him.

"I feel alone." Your voice was barely a whisper, but the words were enough for him to take another step toward you. "No one seems to see who I really am. No one knows everything I go through every day. And you... you’re just another reminder of how insignificant I am."

Minho didn’t interrupt you. He just listened, and for a moment, something changed in his expression. He no longer saw you as the annoying girl who got on his nerves. Now, he saw someone hurt, someone who just wanted to be seen and understood.

"I don’t know why I’m getting involved in this," Minho sighed, his voice low, as if he were fighting something inside himself. "But I’m not going to let you do something stupid. Not after everything you just said."

He looked at you intently, and for the first time, you couldn’t see disdain in his eyes. There was something genuine there, something so out of place for him that it took you by surprise.

Minho stepped closer and, without thinking, gently took your hand.

"You’re not alone, you hear me?" he said, more serious than ever. "Whatever you’re going through, we’ll get through it. Together."

You looked into his eyes, searching for a lie, but found none. Although you didn’t fully understand it, something in his gaze made you feel that, maybe, just maybe, he had suffered in some way too.

In that moment, you realized Minho wasn’t just the arrogant, distant guy who made you feel invisible. He was someone with his own demons, someone who, deep down, needed someone like you. And maybe, just maybe, he had started to see something more in you.

Finally, a small smile appeared on your face. It wasn’t a full smile, but it was a start. A start that gave you hope that maybe, just maybe, not everything was lost.

"Thank you, Minho," you said, your voice a whisper, but with more strength than you’d had all day.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like pain wasn’t something you had to face alone.

[nezuscribe]

(slightly suggestive)

another little drabble for arranged marriage!gojo but imagine a moment before he confessed but something was looming over the two of you. it was crossing the line of friends, not necessarily husband and wife, but two people desperately in love and didn't know how to say it.

you were in one of your late-night frenzies, your brain so muddled with every thought that you decided to do what you knew best: bake.

you often find yourself in this situation as of late, but it truly seems to be the only thing that helps. you wanted to tell gojo how you were feeling, but it was too far in, so you decided something simple and sugary would help you in the moment.

at this point, the walk to the kitchens was something you could do blind, and considering how many times you did this, you already knew where all the ingredients were.

you set out your sugar and flower, and go rummaging in the cold cellar for some butter and eggs. you try not to think about how at dinner gojo slid closer to you, your arms touching as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. or how a couple days ago he had found you in the library, reading next to a windowsill, cozying up next to you as he read the book over your shoulder.

you're so lost in your head with sifting the ingredients that you fail to realize that the very man himself had come up secretly behind you, curiously watching you in your element.

(he'd never admit that he'd first gone to your room, and only came down here after he realized you were gone).

but, unlike the last couple of times, you'd gotten used to his stealthy ways. he was quiet, sure, but you could recognize him by his slight breath alone, or the way he smelled faintly of cloves.

you try not to let your breathing hitch, or let a smile grow on your face as you decide to break the silence.

"if you try to scare me while i'm baking you better rethink your choices," you warn him and hear gojo snicker quietly behind you.

gojo moves from where he was standing, and he leans his back against the counter next to you, craning his neck to look over at your bowl.

your eyes dart to the side, to the way his arms are resting behind him as he balances himself back on them (or the way his arms bulge and veins pop).

"what's on your mind tonight?" gojo asks, knowing you only do this now whenever you're stressed out.

"not much," you mutter, despite wanting to say you, you're on my mind.

he tsks, not buying your lie as he leans in a little close, his head blocking your view of your mixing bowl as he tries to get a little taste with his fingers.

"hey!" you cry, smacking him lightly on the back of his neck, "your hands are all grimy!"

you watch as he peers at you from the corner of his eyes, glaring at your offensive remark as he retracts away, a small pout on his face as you grin in slight victory.

"my hands are clean," you hear him mumble petulantly and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at his antics. the closer the two of you got, the more you found out that his closed-off and aloof demeanor was just a facade for a dramatic, grouchy man-child.

there's a comfortable silence for a moment, one where you're mixing and one where he watches you mix. you don't really notice the quiet anymore, just another added sound when you and gojo grow more comfortable together.

"how was your day?" he finally asks, a simple question, but you know he's using it as a mask to find out what was wrong with you.

"good," you say with a shrug, starting to gently fold in your wet mixture with your dry one, "you weren't at dinner so i was actually able to eat in peace," you add, trying to sound indifferent when really it's what spurred this entire thing on. how, when you realized that you missed seeing him, talking to him, being near him, you were really, really, missing him. and that's not how friends are supposed to act. or, at least, from what you've heard.

gojo smiles, a soft look on his face. you're trying to be sarcastic, he knows that, but there's something...deeper behind your words, something that he too feels.

"the eastern tribe took up more time than i thought they would," he explains, his blue eyes glowing when he notices the way you slightly relax, "i tried telling them that my wife was waiting for me, but apparently peace negotiations can't be postponed."

you bite your lips, trying to hold back your giddy smile at his words. you know he's probably teasing you, using the phrase my wife as a way to get out of a boring meeting, but you love it nonetheless.

he knows you do.

"those bastards," you murmur teasingly, hearing his loud laugh as he lightly shoves you with the point of his boot.

"yeah, well, they don't have wives back home," he crosses his arms over his chest, pressing his lips into a thin line, "so they don't know the feeling."

you swallow thickly, not looking over at him when he says that.

there's another silence as you continue to fold the batter, sensing that same feeling wash over the two of you.

"let me grab a..." you turn around, head craning to look for a spoon to dip in the batter, needing to make sure the sweetness wasn't too overbearing (and because you liked tasting the batter before it was sent off to be baked thoroughly), but stop when gojo pulls the bowl in closer to him.

you watch as he glides his finger across the sides, not letting it touch the actual bulk of the mixture, and brings it forth towards your lips.

his brows cock upwards, as if he was waiting for you to try it.

you give him a look, nose slightly wrinkled.

"i swear my hands are clean," he promises, crossing one hand over his chest as a sort of pledge, but that's not what holding you back, shouldn't he know that?

your mind is working to beat the thrill of your heart, the one that's pulling you towards him like a magnet, the one that desperately wants to have his finger in your mouth.

you bite your cheek for a second, eyes flickering up from his to his finger, and some sort of heat in you takes control as one hand gently grabs his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your parted lips.

your tongue darts out, your mouth closing over the digit as you taste the sugary batter coating your tongue. you feel dizzy, your stomach twisting, a heat taking over your body as your tongue swipes over it, licking it clean.

it's nothing overexaggerated, nothing too crazy. you lick his finger the way you'd like your own, but fuck, this isn't your own finger and gojo's looking at you with his pupils blown wide, the blacks overtaking the blue in his eyes.

your hand is still holding his wrist, your lips gliding over it as you pull away, breathing slightly less when you glance up at him.

gojo swallows thickly, hoping you don't see the bulge that's growing in his pants.

"good?" he chokes out, his voice thick in his throat.

"yeah," you mutter, the batter still lingering on your tastebuds, "it's perfect."

fuck, you're both screwed.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Yuutsum 1

SUMMARY: What if you also have a Tsum? Then your Tsum and the Tsum of the person you like keep giving signs that they like each other?

CHARACTERS: Twisted Tsumderland 1 Tsumsitters (Riddle; Cater; Leona; Jack; Floyd; Epel; Sebek)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader 

WARNING: Spoilers for the Twisted Tsumderland Event and the Tsumsitter cards Vignettes.

WORD COUNT: An average of 600 words per character.

COMMENTS: This was originally a request from @taruruchi for my 1k celebration. Which you can read here. And since so many readers liked it, I decided to do what I normally do when this happens: Do this for ALL the characters! Grouped by event in this case.

The beginning of the Riddle's part is the same as in the request, but I added a little bit more scenario after that.

I hope you enjoy 😉

Yuutsum 2 (Deuce; Azul; Jade; Kalim; Rook; Ortho; Lilia)

Yuutsum 3 (Ace; Trey; Ruggie; Jamil; Vil; Idia; Malleus; Silver)

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With your Tsum in your arms, you find Ace and Deuce, leaning over with their hands on their knees as if they were catching their breath after a run. They look at you first, but quickly the cute little creature you hold in your arms catches their attention. They both have that look on their faces like they think it's the cutest and most beautiful little thing in the world but don't want to admit it.

They say that Riddle also has one of those and it was the one they were chasing and trying to catch, but they lost it. The moment they said Riddle’s name, you felt your Tsum move enthusiastically for a moment.

They hear something, when they look they see Riddle-tsum in the distance and run towards it, starting the chase again. Your Tsum jumps out of your arms and runs with them, which makes you run after them too.

Your Tsum passes Ace and Deuce, which surprises them because they were so fast, and throws itself at Riddle-tsum, rolling together for a few seconds until they both stop. When this happened, Riddle-tsum didn't run away again, and the two were rubbing each other's cheeks happily.

Ace grabbed Riddle-tsum while it was distracted. It seemed upset about being caught. But the moment Deuce grabbed your Tsum that upsetness turn into anger. Riddle-tsum jumped out of Ace's arms, hits him in the face and threw itself right in Deuce's face to make him release your Tsum. Once back on the ground, Riddle-tsum positioned itself between your Tsum and those two, glaring threateningly at Ace and Deuce.

Once again, it doesn't run away. You finally get close to them and approach the tsums. When Riddle-tsum sees you it relaxes again and looks at you with admiration. As if looking at a royalty.

Ace and Deuce suggest that you try taking them both to Heartslabyul, as Riddle-tsum doesn't seem to like either of them. They were small enough for you to be able to carry them both in your arms without any problems.

You take them both in your arms and Riddle-tsum immediately turns red. It looked like a tomato in white clothes, and it writhed as if it wanted to hide in your arms in embarrassment. When you arrive at Heartslabyul, Riddle-tsum's blush had already subsided.

“Ah, prefect.” Riddle says when he sees you, Ace and Deuce arriving. “I see you were the one who managed to catch...” He looks at your arms to see his tsum, but his gaze automatically goes to your tsum instead. “Oh, there is one similar to you too. It looks... as charming as you.” he blushes just a little.

After explaining how you three caught Riddle-tsum, Ace suggests that they leave you and your Tsum with Riddle-tsum to prevent it from escaping again or causing trouble. Or hurt someone else. Riddle hesitates at first, as he is the one responsible for taking care of his tsum, but soon after, Riddle-tsum hits a student for breaking some rule and Riddle starts arguing with it so he stops attacking others.

You place a hand on Riddle's shoulder to try to calm him down a little and at that moment both of your attention went to your tsums. Your Tsum was between you and Riddle-tsum.

“You know, they remind me of the hedgehogs in a way.” Riddle says “And now they are reminding me of when they come closer to smell each other or to rub each other's noses. I can't deny that I find it quite cute whenever they do it.”

And then your Tsum starts rubbing its little round nose against Riddle-tsum's and caressing it to calm it down. And it works. It returns the affection by staying very close to your Tsum.

Riddle blushes a little again, and says that, reconsidering Ace's suggestion and if you want, you could take care of your tsums together.

You were walking with your Tsum in your arms when you saw Cater and his Tsum on Main Street. Cater-tsum seemed to be curled defensively around something Cater was trying to retrieve.

“Look, you can't have it, okay?!” You hear Carter say to his Tsum as you get close to them.

You greet him by asking what they are doing. Cater gives you a quick glance before turning his attention back to Cater-tsum, as if he's afraid that if he looks away it'll escape.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan! I'm trying to get my-” He quickly looks back at you, more specifically at the adorable little thing you have in your arms. “Oh!... My!... Great Seven!” He turns his body towards you, his gaze so fixed on your Tsum that he doesn't even blink. “YOU HAVE A TSUMMY TOO! And it's the most adorable little thing I've ever seen in my life!”

Suddenly you both got jumpscared as something jumps towards you. It was Cater-tsum jumping into your arms! Despite the scare, you manage to catch it and it starts to nestle into your arms and cuddle your Tsum. Cater looks at the floor where Tsum was and sees his cell phone left behind. He retrieves it.

“We HAVE to take a pic of them!” Cater says excitedly “No! We have to do a whole photoshoot! Here! It's a great place to start.”

If you like taking pictures, your Tsum will be very excited. If you are shy, your Tsum will turn around to hide its face in your arms.

“Awwwww~ That’s even more adorable! Pwease! I beg you~" He says to your Tsum. Cater-tsum will also make pleading eyes at your Tsum.

The four of you spend a lot of time taking pictures in different places. Both pictures of the Tsums and of you with Cater. Until Cater and his Tsum have enough pictures to finally let you and your Tsum rest.

You sit on a bench, you with your Tsum on your lap and Cater with his Tsum on his lap, both of them editing photos on his cell phone. However, you feel your Tsum move and leave your lap to headbutt Cater's hand that was holding the cell phone, making it fall against his belly. After that, your tsum just stands there looking at Cater-tsum with a slightly annoyed look. Cater-tsum smiles with its tiny eyes and jumps against your tsum so they can cuddle each other.

Cater looks at the Tsums protecting the cell phone against his chest, watches them for a moment and then looks at you.

“Hey, if you want to do the same, just need to ask, you know~?” Cater says and winks at you.

If you accept, he'll put an arm around your shoulders and edit the photos with you, while your two Tsums cuddle on your laps.

Your Tsum was restless, impatient. It really wanted to go somewhere. So you pick it up and walk around campus trying to understand where it wants to go. Fortunately you don't need to walk far, as the botanical garden is one of the closest points to Ramshackle Dorm.

As soon as you enter, your tsum jumps out of your arms and starts jumping (its way of running) somewhere in the middle of some bushes. And you know that spot well. As soon as you stop seeing it, you hear a patient growl.

“Another one?” You hear Leona's voice. “Hey! What do you think you're doing?!” You follow the voice, pass through the bushes and see Leona lying down with two tsums on top of his torso. Your Tsum and Leona-tsum, cuddled up like two cats sleeping with each other.

“Herbivore, get your stuffie thing out of here and take the one that looks like me with you too. I'm not a nest to have two pesky armadillos sleeping on top of me!”

You kneel down next to him, looking at Leona-tsum with that “HE’S SO CUTE!” twinkle in your eyes. Leona-tsum looks at you and its sleepy eyes suddenly open, almost bulging. And it jumps onto your chest, knowing you would catch it.

“You got one.” Leona said. “Just one more to-” He interrupted himself, looking at his chest and seeing your tsum rising until it approached his face.

If you look at his face, you will see Leona's pupils dilating. And your tsum snuggling against his chest. You comment that you don't think your tsum will want to leave his side.

“Why don't you walk away with that one and see what happens? Maybe yours will follow.”

You are also curious to know what would happen. Leona-tsum was already sleeping in your arms.

You walk away with it, towards the exit of the botanical garden. Halfway there it wakes up and you feel it move in your arms. You stop and look at it. It seemed to have an annoyed look on its face, very similar to what Leona does when things aren't going according to his plans. You open your mouth to say or ask something, but it's Leona's voice that can be heard throughout the botanical garden.

“OI!” You hear Leona growl in annoyance. “Who do you think you are demanding anythin’ from me?!” And then you hear him roar.

You come back with Leona-tsum in your arms, and you find your tsum pulling one of Leona's braids towards you as if it wanted to force him to come to you.

“This thing really takes after you.” he comments, in a tone reminiscent of a father irritated with a child he deep down loves.

Leona-tsum jumps out of your arms and lazily approaches your tsum. Your tsum lets go of Leona's braid.

You both see Leona-tsum rubbing its cheek on your Tsum's cheek, and making a movement as if it was licking your Tsum's face. After calming your tsum down, the two of them curl up to sleep together.

“Well, at least they're not bothering me anymore.” Leona says. He closes his eyes, but right after, he opens one of them again to look at you. “If you're also going to stay here with your stuffie thing, at least be useful. This floor isn't the best pillow, you know?” He makes that gesture for you to come closer with his index finger.

And if you let him use your lap to lie down, he will fall asleep in 3 seconds, just like his Tsum did.

You were in the Ramshackle Dorm Lounge with your Tsum and Grim was in your bedroom, probably taking a nap after eating too much, when you hear someone knocking at the door. You go open the door, leaving your Tsum on the couch. You do it and see Jack.

“Hi (Y/N). Sorry to bother you, but this Tsum-” Before Jack could finish his sentence, you saw something near your feet come barreling through the door. You look back in time to see Jack-tsum turn to enter the Lounge. “Ah! Sorry. It won't sit still. Let's catch it before it does any damage.”

The two of you go to the lounge and stop right at the entrance. Jack-tsum was on the couch with your Tsum. Jack-tsum was jumping around your Tsum, its little tail wagging like crazy, and its eyes shining while also rubbing its face against your Tsum’s as if licking it. It was just like a puppy wanting to play.

“OI!” Jack shouted “Don't mess up (Y/N)'s couch!”

Jack-tsum sulked and your Tsum jumped from the couch to the floor. Jack-tsum followed it. Your Tsum approached Jack and smiled at him with its eyes, as if it were greeting him.

“Hum?” Jack’s ears pricked up as he looked down. “You also have a Tsum similar to you.” He didn't realize his tail had started wagging.

Jack-tsum followed your Tsum and you felt the need to bend down to see Jack-tsum up close. It looked at you with big bright eyes and its tail wagging wildly. You comment on how cute it is and reach out to pet it.

“Be careful.” Jack warns you “It doesn't let anyone...” You start to pet its head as it leans in your hand. “... touch it... What's the deal with this thing? Whenever anyone approached it would either move away or growl at them. How did you do that? I can't even catch it to take it to Savanaclaw.”

You say you don't know what you did either, if anything special. And you comment that it seems to like you. This makes Jack blush slightly.

“How would it not?” he says softly, and without meaning to. He clears his throat. “Um, do you mind if we stay here for a while? It seems to have finally settle down a bit.”

Your tsum goes to Jack-tsum's side and they both look at you as if begging you to say yes. You agree and the two Tsums bounce happily for a moment before they start running around the lounge together.

“OI! You two be careful!” Jack warns “Don't break or mess anything up, you hear?!”

You laugh and comment on how much you think Jack and his Tsum look alike.

“It's just the hair and the outfit.” he says a little embarrassed “Do I look round and soft?!”

“Round maybe not but soft...” You laugh and he blushes.

Before he could open his mouth to try to respond to that, the tsums started running towards you and ended up bump into you as they passed, which made you lose your balance. Jack catches you.

“What did I say?” he shouts to the tsums. He looks at you. "Are you okay?" in his arms, and he releases you, blushing a little. “Sorry about that.” he rubs the back of his neck. “It had never done this.”

“Maybe it was a bad influence.” you say and look at the Tsums. From the looks on their faces, especially your Tsum’s, it wasn't an accident.

You were walking down the Main Street with your Tsum in your arms when you hear footsteps running behind you, approaching quickly. You turn around in shock and see a very tall figure right in front of you. Then you realize it's Floyd.

“Boo~” Floyd smiles at you with something writhing violently in his arms. You look and see his Tsum trying to get free. You also notice, by the way he is holding Floyd-tsum, that he is using a lot of force. “Hi Koebi-chan~. Whatcha doin'~?” He sees something in your arms and looks to find your Tsum. “Woo! You have one too! And it looks so small and weak like you, how cute! He he.”

(What you don't know is that what really happened was that Floyd-tsum was loose and took off running when it saw you. The footsteps you heard were Floyd running to catch it before Floyd-tsum caught you first.)

Your Tsum made a sulky face, while Floyd-tsum continued to struggle in Floyd's arms. You say Floyd-tsum is also very cute, it stops and looks at you with smiling little eyes.

“Do you wanna play with it?” Floyd asks and you say yes. “Sure, but careful how you handle it. It’s easy to set this guy-” The moment he let his arms go slack for a second, Floyd-tsum jumped into your arms.

With difficulty, but you managed to catch it without letting your tsum fall. Now you had them both in your arms. You saw it squeezing your tsum while it snuggled into your arms. However, your tsum didn't seem uncomfortable, quite the opposite, it felt like a passionate everyday hug.

Between letting Floyd-tsum jump out of his arms, until realizing that it wouldn't hurt you, Floyd stared at his Tsum with that serious face that all students who know him the least bit fear.

“Aw~ Aren't they cute together?” he says with his usual relaxed expression. He sees that you are having difficulty holding both tsums. “Let them go. They can walk on their own. Or hop, I guess.”

You do so. The two Tsums land on the ground and Floyd-tsum jumps up to continue hugging your Tsum. But before it can, Floyd quickly picks up your Tsum in his arms and starts squeezing it too.

“MY TURN!” Floyd says to his Tsum.

This one sulks, looks at you and jumps back towards you. You catch it and it hugs your forearm. You and Floyd laugh, until the pressure in your arm starts to increase to the point where it starts to hurt. The moment you grimace, Floyd's expression changes, he lets go of your tsum and rips his off your arm.

“I warned you.” he says to his tsum, with the same face he uses to threaten students who don't pay Azul. “Someone is not keeping their side of the deal.”

Floyd-tsum manages to escape and hugs your tsum again, but without hurting it. Floyd looks at you, who looks slightly sad, and sees you rubbing the forearm that Tsum was squeezing. He holds your wrist to see better. There is a slight reddish mark. He lets go of your wrist, turns to the Tsums and lifts his foot as if to step on his tsum. Before you could stop him, your tsum does it, getting out of Floyd-tsum's embrace and positioning itself between it and Floyd's sole when he was about to hit his Tsum. He looks at your tsum's fearless face for a moment and laughs heartily.

“HA HA HA HA! It also takes after you, Koebi-chan~” He puts his foot back on the ground and turns back to you. “We were going to Mostro Lounge. Do you want to come?”

With your Tsum in your arms, you were walking down Main Street when you heard a scream. It sounded like someone was being attacked by a dog or something. You follow the sound and see Epel, another Pomefiore student, and an Epel-tsum attacking this student while Epel tries to stop it.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and runs (or hops) towards them until it stops between Epel-tsum and the student, preventing the tsum from attacking him again. And then, your tsum headbutted Epel-tsum so hard that it even knocked it upside down for a moment. Enough time for Epel to catch it. The other student runs away and Epel-tsum begins to struggle in Epel's arms.

“Stop it!” Epel complained “Ya can't go aroun´ attackin´ students!”

You approach them asking if everything is okay and if he needs help. Epel-tsum stops and looks at you. You smile when you see that Epel also has a tsum and comment on how cute it is (like any tsum).

“No! Don't call it that!” The Tsum manages to jump out of Epel's arms and towards you.

He panics, but instead of the Tsum hitting you, it lands in your arms and just looks at you with a sulky face. You say it's still being cute, and once again, instead of it attacking you, its little face turns red with blush.

Epel freezes, completely confused for a moment until he thinks about what could be the possible reason for you being the only person who called the Tsum cute and it didn't attack. And when he thinks of the most likely reason, he also blushes.

Your tsum also jumped into Epel's arms, surprising him. It smiles at him with its cute little eyes and his blush deepens. Your voice is the only thing that makes Epel look away from your Tsum, asking if you could accompany him and his Tsum if they were going to Pomefiore.

In his dorm, needless to say, Rook wasted no time praising the Tsums, both Epel's and yours. But since Epel's Tsum didn't seem to appreciate the comments very much, especially if they focused on the fact that it was cute, Rook ended up turning his attention to your Tsum, which ended up bothering Epel's Tsum even more.

“It looks like someone is jaloux.” Rook says smiling amused.

That was the only thing that made Epel-tsum throw itself at him, to attack. Rook dodged it like a bullfighter with the grace of someone who was expecting it. Epel panicked and quickly picked up his tsum and apologized to Rook.

“There is no reason to apologize, Monsieur Pommette.” Rook says, loving the situation more than he should. “Truly. I must confess that my provocation was premeditated. C'est tellement beau to see your true feelings and emotions through your Tsum's lack of filter.”

“WHA-?! WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

Rook just laughs, winks at Epel and starts walking towards the door. Halfway there he passes you, leans over and whispers in your ear: “Could you tame the little beast for us, Trickster?” and leaves.

Epel's Tsum struggled in his arms, angry... with jealousy.

Your Tsum was restless, impatient. It really wanted to go somewhere. So you pick it up and walk around campus trying to understand where it wants to go. You leave Ramshackle Dorm, pass the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop and arrive at the Hall of Mirrors.

As soon as you enter, your Tsum escapes from your arms and quickly jumps until it enters the mirror to Diasmonia. You follow it, but you realize that you lost sight of it the moment it passed through the mirror.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)!” Lilia is the first to come and greet you. “To what do we owe such a wonderful surprise visit?”

You tell him about your tsum.

“Ah yes! Sebek also has a cute little lookalike. I can't wait to see yours. Although if it's as adorable or even more adorable than you, we're going to have a cuteness overdose problem in this dorm. Khe he. Well, from what I understand, and despite Sebek denying it, the personality of these tsums is very similar to the personality of those they physically resemble. So if your tsum wanted to come here, where do you think it would have gone? Where would you want to go?”

You don't think about a ‘where’ but rather a ‘who’ and that may have shown on your face, beacuse Lilia laughs amusedly.

“So maybe your tsum went to meet someone? Maybe a fellow tsum? Khe he he. I suggest we look for Malleus. Wherever he is, Sebek and Silver will be there too.”

The two of you head to the lounge, but before you get there you can already hear all the commotion. Aka: Sebek’s thunderous voice.

“Don't look at me like that! No matter who your looks resemble, you're bothering Malleus-sama and meddling in our, I mean my guard duties!”

“Actually,” You hear Malleus's patient voice say. “I am quite enjoying this little one's presence. It's as pleasant as (Y/N)'s own presence. Wouldn't you agree, Sebek?”

“HM?! Yes! Of course sir! Please forgive me for implying that this Tsum's presence was inconvenient.”

You and Lilia arrive at the lounge and approach those two. Sebek, as expected, was standing very straight next to Malleus, who was sitting in one of the sofas. Coming closer, you see that both your Tsum and Sebek's Tsum are in Malleus' lap. And Sebek-tsum looked like it was... about to cry?

“AWW~ Look at you.” Lilia said, your Tsum turned to him. “You are even cuter than I imagined. *sigh* What an unfair competition.”

The moment Sebek-tsum sees you is when it finally starts crying.

“HUM?! What is wrong with you?” Sebek inquires. “You are such a strange creature.”

“I think it's too much emotion to see so many people it likes together.” Lilia says with a smirk.

“W-Well, regardless, it should learn to control itself!”

You come closer, worried about Sebek-tsum, and ask if it would like a hug to feel better. It looks at you, then at Malleus, back at you, Malleus, you, Malleus, and on until it almost gets dizzy and the indecision seems to make it more sad.

“I think I have an idea.” Malleus says. “(Y/N), would you like to sit next to me?”

You sit down, he asks you to come closer until your thighs touch, so he can place Sebek-tsum on both of your laps at the same time. It, still in tears, seemed to be thanking Malleus with his eyes and head.

“How intelligent and generous, my liege!” Even Sebek himself had a tear in the corner of his eye.

He was about to continue his praise when your Tsum jumped from Malleus' lap into Sebek's hands. He caught it as if he was saving it from a fall. It looked at him and smiled with its eyes.

“How precious.” He said with a tender smile, as he was still emotional about Malleus's act. Then he realized what he had just said and blushed in embarrassment. But he didn't stop holding your Tsum.

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[jov1ii]

Sleepy Mornings

♡⃕.pairing: Husband!Salesman x Wife!Reader

♡⃕summary: a sleepy morning with your husband.

♡⃕.a/n: am I the only one who thinks he would be a super sweet husband?😭

The marriage you had with him was not one you had originally wanted for yourself. You always wanted something... slow. You always imagined yourself to marry your high-school sweetheart but when your father arranged a marriage with him, could you really deny it? For love bloomed from even the thorniest of gardens.

He was away most of the time— doing whatever he did to earn a living. But that did not mean that he was one who shyed away when it came to showing you the affection you deserved.

He would slip under the duvet whenever he'd find you alone, lying on his bed. Then he would plant gentle kisses on your shoulder, knowing that you weren't sleeping.

Even though the marriage was arranged, falling in love was inevitable.

He never wanted to feel emotions, but there he was, burying his face in your neck.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, you found yourself enveloped in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. His strong arms held you close, and the steady rhythm of his breathing against your skin created a soothing lull.

"Don't move." He grunted, his chest pressed against your back, his lips caressing the crook of your neck.

"You're not going to work today?" You ask and his grip around you tightened.

He nuzzles his nose into your neck, closing his eyes. "No." He murmurs, his voice hoarse due to sleep. He holds you closer to his body, not ready to let you go.

He loved your skin. The way it felt under his fingertips, when he held your hand, caressing your fingers, or when you moved underneath him.

His nose was buried in your neck, a place that smelled like you, that smelled like home.

As you tried to get up again, he protested again. A low grumble leaves his lips, a rumble that sounds almost like a growl. "I told you to not move." He says.

"And why is that?" You ask, smiling to yourself. Your hand finds its way to his much larger ones, covering them.

"Because I want to have a morning in bed with my wife." He murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin.

He hated to admit it, but he needed you — and he didn't want to be away from you.

He loved your curves, the way your body arched under his touch whenever you were beneath him, how your body felt against his.

He kisses your shoulder, your neck, and a shiver shoots down your spine, making your heart skip a beat.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, inhaling your scent deeply. He loves that smell. Your smell.

You smiled, giving in to his pleading. You knew you wouldn't be able to leave with him practically glued to you.

You turned your face so that you could look at him. He was pouting as usual, looking so damn adorable that you wanted to kiss the pout away.

"Don't smile at me like that." The man muttered, as if reading your mind.

He held you tightly against his chest, as if worried you might slip away if he loosened his grip even a little.

His eyes were still closed, but you could feel his fingers tracing patterns lazily on your skin.

And just like that, you knew that he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

[harrysfolklore]

lando norris being down bad for his girlfriend: a compilation

summary: lando norris can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Lando Norris could be described as someone who's not scared of saying whatever crossed his mind.

And that's why he never, ever, missed the opportunity to talk about his girlfriend whenever he had the chance.

He mentioned her during interviews, press conferences, social media post and even fan interactions. To the point where fans started making compilation videos with all the moments he publicly obsessed over his girlfriend.

The most popular one gathered millions of views on YouTube, showing multiple occasions Lando couldn't help but be down bad for her.

The video started with a clip from Q&A with fans, someone asked him about his favorite way to relax after a race. Without missing a beat, Lando replied, "Cuddling up with my girlfriend, of course. Nothing beats that."

"You're really whipped man, It's embarrassing," Oscar, his teammate, teased beside him, making the audience laugh.

"It's not, really." Lando shrugged proudly.

The next clip was taken from McLaren's Tiktok account, their content creator tried to do the "Can you watch my ___ for a second" prank on Lando.

"Oh my girlfriend already did this prank to me," Lando said, laughing at the camera, "Baby, If you're watching this, I miss you. Your pranks are way better than McLaren's"

The video moved to show Lando during a post-qualifying interview, his suit hanging by his waist and his fireproofs showing, when asked about his strategy for the race, he cheekily replied, "Well, first I'm going to call my girlfriend for some good luck wishes. Then, I'll focus on getting to the front."

"Zak Brown should hire your girlfriend as your strategist then," the interviewer joked.

"That would be great but I don't think we would be getting any job done. You know what they say about mixing business with pleasure."

The next clip showed Lando with his friend and fellow driver Max Fewtrell, playing a trivia game about how well did they knew each other. Max had to answer what was Lando's worst habit.

"I'm going to say leaving dirty plates around the house," he said, showing his board, "You do mate, admit it."

"My girlfriend would agree on that," he admitted, "She's always complaining about it."

"I don't know how she's still living with you."

"Because she loves me, and I would die if she leaves me."

On the same note, a video of Oscar teasing Lando followed right after.

"Who's most likely to snore?" Lando read the question, and Oscar quickly put ut the cutout with Lando's face, "How are you so sure? You didn't even hesitate."

"Mate, I've heard you, plus your girlfriend literally complained about not being able to sleep properly last night because you kept snoring."

"I did keep her up last night, but it wasn't just because of the snoring," Lando said, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Put the not safe for work disclaimer at the beginning of this video please."

The next segment was from Lando's own Youtube channel, he was doing a little vlog in Miami before the race weekend.

"Hi everyone," he said, filming himself in the mirror with his camera, "Today I'm back with another LandoLog, I'm going to be filming some behind the scenes of this Miami weekend, so without further ado, let's go," he moved the camera around, focusing on his girlfriend who was putting some mascara on her eyelashes, "Here's my beautiful girl, who takes ages to get ready. Say hi baby."

"Hi everyone," his girlfriend waved, laughing, "I'm not taking ages, I'm just making sure I look good."

"You always look good for me," Lando said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning the camera back to himself, "See, I told you she's the best."

The next clip showed Lando and Oscar together once again, this time they were giving a tour around the McLaren hub.

"This is my driver's room," Lando said as he opened the door, "It's cleaner than Oscar's, clearly, and looks like I have a bed."

Lando moved to put together the small bed that was behind the door, "This is an upgrade from last year, we didn't have this. I'll be definitely giving it some good use, to nap or with my girlfriend."

"Can we have a video where you're not a horndog please?" Oscar said, putting his hands on his hips.

"You're the horndog, I never said what we were going to use it for, we're just going to cuddle."

The video moved to show one of Lando's post race interviews after winning the Miami GP, he had been asked ho would be the most excited person about this win besides him.

"My girlfriend, definitely. I couldn't have done it without her," Lando said, his voice filled with emotion, "She's been my biggest supporter, my inspiration, and my motivation. This win is as much hers as it is mine."

The video then cut to a scene from Lando's gaming stream with Max Verstappen. The two drivers were deep into a game of Call of Duty, their banter and laughter filling the screen. Lando was focused, his eyes glued to the monitor as he coordinated with Max.

Just then, Lando's phone buzzed on the table beside him. He glanced at the screen and his expression softened, the comment section noticing, "Hey, mate, I need to go. My girl needs me for something," he said, setting down his controller.

"Lando! Are you serious right now?" Max said, his eyes still glued to the screen.

"I am, see ya," he turned to the camera, smiling not so apologetically "Sorry, guys, duty calls. See you next time."

The last scene was a snippet from an interview, Lando had been asked what he saw in his future.

He paused, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Honestly? I see a lot of racing, hopefully some championships," he laughed, "but most importantly, I see her. I can't imagine my life without her."

The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Get you a man who is as down for you as Lando Norris is for his girlfriend.