#one day i should ask him what he was telling that other girl about me

[starsinthesky5]

what was the team like when they found out Joe was dating songbird?

in celebration of our two favs getting extended and family staying together <3

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oh, they were shocked. not because they doubted joe’s ability to pull—let’s be real, of course he could, and everyone knew that—but because he was private. painfully private. joe wasn’t the type to be out and about with just anyone, let alone dating someone like her. seriously dating her. not after everything that happened with his last relationship.

so when they found out who she was? yeah, it was like their brains short-circuited.

“nah, no way,” ja’marr had said, staring at the photo in utter disbelief—the one joe had sent ja’marr of him and her on their little backyard date last night. “our joe? this joe?” he jabbed a finger toward the quarterback, who sat unbothered, scrolling through his phone.

tee let out a low whistle. “man, i gotta give it to you,” he said, shaking his head. “when you do something, you really do it,”.

joe just shrugged, all nonchalant, like it wasn’t the biggest flex of the decade. “yeah, i guess,”.

oh, that smug little..god damnit joe. 

cue immediate chaos.

some of them were just in disbelief. others were immediately on google, scrolling through pictures, looking her up like they hadn’t just heard her on the radio that morning. and then there were the ones who instantly started grilling him.

“how’d you even meet her?”

“who made the first move?”

“you sure she likes you?” (that one earned a glare.)

“bro, do you know how many people have been obsessed with her since, like, forever?”

and then there were the guys who suddenly became self-proclaimed fans, acting like they had been day ones just because their QB was now dating her. andrei had her music playing in the locker room the next day. mike tried to casually bring up one of her old albums in a conversation. one of his other teammates asked him if he could get him and his girlfriend concert tickets for her next tour, to which joe just gave them a blank stare before walking away.

but the teasing? that was relentless. anytime she was mentioned, joe got looks. anytime one of her songs played, someone turned the volume up. if they caught joe smiling at his phone for a little longer than normal, they teased the fuck out of him. 

like the time ja’marr caught him watching a video she sent him during film.

“yo, joe, you good over there?” ja’marr called out, smirking like he’d caught joe red-handed.

joe didn’t even look up. “yeah, why?”.

“’cause you cheesin’ at your phone like it just told you you won the lottery,” tee chimed in.

ja’marr leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse. “bet it’s a video from Y/N in LA. let me see,”.

joe locked his phone immediately. “mind your business,”. 

“uh-huh,” ja’marr laughed, turning to the rest of the guys. “man’s whipped,”.

or when one of her songs played in the locker room and everybody turned to look at him.

sam hovered over the speaker, scrolling through the playlist with an innocent look. “huh. how’d this get on here?”.

“crazy coincidence, right joe?” trey chuckled, turning the volume up.

joe just shook his head as her voice rang through the room, completely unfazed. “you guys are so childish,”.

“nah, we just love supporting our QB’s girl,” ja’marr grinned. “in fact, we should start requesting this at the stadium. make it his walkout song,”.

and then there was the time they were out at dinner and joe, for once, wasn’t on his phone—until it vibrated, and he checked it immediately.

“aw, man,” tee dragged, shaking his head. “joe’s got that smirk again,”.

ja’marr leaned in. “she text you?”.

joe ignored them, typing out his response to you without hesitation.

“what you tell her? ‘i miss you soooo much, baby’?” ja’marr teased in a dramatic voice.

“‘can’t sleep without you, my love,’” tee added with a mock pout.

joe didn’t even flinch. “y’all got jokes, but i do sleep better when she’s with me,”.

“jesus christ.” ja’marr groaned. “he owns being down bad. we lost him, man,”.

but as much as they teased, it was all love. because they had never seen joe like this before—and they wouldn’t trade it for anything. it was how she softened the hard edges, brought out a side of him they didn’t always get to see. and that was enough for them. 

still, that didn’t mean they were ever gonna let him live it down.

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her first time meeting ja’marr & tee: 

joe had been keeping her under wraps from the guys for a while—not because he was hiding her, but because he knew exactly how this was going to go. ja’marr and tee weren’t just his best friends; they were menaces. the second they met her, it was over for him. the teasing would be relentless, and he’d never hear the end of it.

but he also knew he couldn’t avoid it forever—especially with how they constantly pressed him for details, side-eyeing him anytime he got that little smile on his face while looking at his phone.

so, he finally took the bullet and set up a dinner. nothing crazy, just a nice, lowkey spot with a private booth—somewhere comfortable, somewhere she wouldn’t feel like she was on display.

she was calm, cool, collected. joe? not so much.

“they’re gonna love you,” he assured her in the car, his palm resting on her thigh, thumb absentmindedly tracing circles against the soft fabric of her dress.

she smiled, squeezing his hand. “yeah? you seem real confident about that,”.

he let out a breath, shaking his head. “well i am, but they’re going to give me so much shit in front of her. i’m not confident that i’m making it out alive,” he thought to himself.

and the moment they walked into the restaurant, it started.

ja’marr and tee were already waiting at the table, leaning back in their seats, mid-conversation. but the second they spotted joe, they didn’t even look at him. instead, their attention snapped straight to her.

ja’marr was on his feet first, grinning. “so this is the infamous girlfriend,” he said, immediately pulling her into a hug like they were old friends.

tee followed, just as eager, shaking his head as he pulled her in next. “we were starting to think he made you up,”.

she laughed, completely at ease like she had known these two for her entire life. “i promise, he didn’t,”.

joe sighed, shaking his head as they all sat down and ordered drinks. and just as he feared, from the moment the conversation started, it was like she had always been part of the group. which meant telling all the embarrassing stories about joe without any restraint or hesitations. 

his worst nightmare. 

they were cracking jokes, roasting him mercilessly, and she was holding her own like a pro.

“you do know you’re dating the most boring dude ever, right?” ja’marr teased, smirking at her over his drink.

she hummed, pretending to consider it. “hmm. i don’t know. he keeps me pretty entertained,”.

tee snorted. “that’s just ‘cause you haven’t seen how routine he is yet,”.

“oh, i know all about the 8:30 bedtime and the meal preps,” she grinned, nudging joe with her knee under the table.

ja’marr burst out laughing, nearly choking on his drink. “nahhh…not the bedtime. man, you don’t even stay up for her?”.

joe groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, but it didn’t hide the telltale blush creeping up his neck. “stop being annoying for like two seconds, damn,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“oh, we’re annoying?” ja’marr raised a brow. “this you?” he held up his phone, scrolling through what had to be old texts of joe constantly asking ja’marr to play iMessage chess with him, then grinned sheepishly like he had remembered something else to tease joe with. “bro, tell me why when we were at LSU, this man literally said he wasn’t dating anyone ‘cause football was his only priority,”.

tee wheezed, “ain’t no way. ain’t no way,”.

ja’marr leaned in, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “and now look at him. sittin’ here, all cuddled up next to his girl, lookin’ like a whole simp,”.

“a happy simp,” tee corrected, raising his glass in joe’s direction.

she just smiled, glancing at joe, taking in the way his face was so red. she reached for his hand under the table, squeezing gently, and he glanced at her with soft eyes, squeezing back. “he’s still focused on football,” she said, tone teasing. “he just has better, more special priorities now,”.

ja’marr and tee howled, and joe—defeated—just leaned back, shaking his head, but there was no missing the small, bashful smile tugging at his lips.

the moment that really sealed it? when she excused herself to the restroom.

joe had been relaxed the whole night, at least as much as he could be with his two best friends taking every opportunity to roast him. but as soon as she got up and disappeared down the hall, he felt the shift immediately. ja’marr and tee moved like they were in sync, both leaning in across the table, elbows propped up as they fixed their eyes on him like interrogators closing in on a suspect. “okay,” ja’marr started, nodding. “we like her,”.

“nah,” tee interjected, shaking his head. “we love her.”

joe huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink. “yeah?”.

“hell yeah,” ja’marr said, leaning back in his seat. “she’s cool as fuck. holds her own, dishes it back—,” he gestured toward joe, smirking, “—and she got your ass blushin’ like a lil’ schoolboy,”.

“real talk, though,” tee added, a little more serious now, “she’s good for you. i can tell,”.

ja’marr nodded, nudging joe’s arm. “yeah. like, we joke about you bein’ boring, but i ain’t never seen you like this, bro. you just look…happy,”.

joe exhaled, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth, but the small smile tugging at his lips was impossible to hide.

“i am happy,” he admitted, fingers tracing the condensation on his glass. his voice dropped, softer now. “really happy,”. he wasn’t usually one to talk about his feelings like this—especially so candidly with these two, who’d take any opportunity to turn it into a joke—but right now, he didn’t care. because the truth was impossible to deny.

tee grinned, nudging ja’marr. “man, you hear that? our boy’s whippeddddd,”.

“oh, big time,” ja’marr agreed, grinning. “gon’ have to start callin’ him ‘lover boy joe’,”.

joe groaned, dropping his head back. “and here you guys go again,”.

“nah, bro, we’re just proud of you,” ja’marr said, smirking. “for finally growing some balls and settling down,”

joe rolled his eyes, flipping him off, but tee just laughed. “for real, though,” tee said. “she’s the one, huh? we can see it in your eyes. you ain’t ever look at a girl the way you be looking at her…,”.

joe glanced toward the hallway where she’d disappeared, that soft, faraway look creeping back into his expression.

he didn’t hesitate.

“yeah,” he murmured. “she is,”.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

#5 or 50 for the touching prompts please ✨

this is irt this post!

steddie | M | 934 | shutting you up

He should’ve been fine.

He purposely waited until after all possible scheduled practices were done for the day, after the lights had been snapped off for the night, and there were only about ten minutes left before the doors were locked.

There should not have been another soul in the entire school.

And yet.

“Munson!”

Eddie yelps, jumping at least six feet off the floor at the sound of his name. He wheels around to see none other than Steve Harrington himself leaning out the nearby janitor’s closet.

“What the–”

“Get over here, quick!” Steve beckons, glancing up and down the hallway.

“Uh…”

“C’mon!”

“What is happening–”

“Just–” he huffs, darting out of the closet to grab Eddie’s arm and haul him back in with him.

“Dude! What in the hell are you doing??” Eddie complains as Steve shoves him amongst the frankly unusual amount of mops in the corner.

“Shh!” Steve says, pulling the door closed and peering back out the wire-crossed window.

“No! Tell me what you’re doing here so late!”

Steve looks back at him, baffled. “You’re one to talk!”

“I’ve got hobbies too, your majesty, I’ll have you know that—”

Steve’s head whips back around to the window and his hand comes up to clap down over Eddie’s mouth (not hard to do when the closet is only about two people deep and one and a half wide).

“Someone’s coming..” he whispers.

Eddie bats the hand away and asks “What are you waiting for??” at a normal volume.

“Shut up, Munson.” 

Steve’s hand once again comes up to Eddie’s face, the crook between his thumb and pointer finger resting under his nose and his palm and fingers pressed over the entire rest of the lower half of his face.

His hands are huge.

Holy shit he’s gonna have a damn heart attack.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that Steve’s been hurriedly whispering at him, “--and they’re always already in my locker no matter when I get here, so whoever it is must be leaving them after hours right? So I just stayed here after practice and have been watching my locker to see if I can catch them in the act!”

Oh.

Oh Jesus Christ.

Thank fuck Steve pulled him in here. 

He would have died on the spot if he’d been caught putting the next note in his locker.

“Where are they?” Steve asks himself, looking up and down the hallway. “They’re gonna lock the doors in like eight minu— Dude, are you alright? Your pulse is going nuts.”

Steve’s looking back at him now, pushing his ring finger more purposefully into Eddie’s pulse point. Eddie feels his heart rate jump.

“Are you– shit,” he pulls his hand away, “Was it that? Sorry..”

Eddie just stares at him.

A muffled squeak pulls his attention back to the window, “Someone’s coming!” 

He’d hoped that Steve had been enjoying the notes he’d been leaving, lifting his spirits after that disastrous breakup with Wheeler.. but the pure excitement on Steve’s face at the prospect of seeing what cute girl was leaving these notes for him was something else entirely.

He’s gonna have to weasel out of this somehow.

“Steve–”

“Shh! Here they come!”

Sure enough, someone lopes into view through the window…

Darry, the school Janitor, whistles merrily on by with his keys spinning on his finger.

He passes, the squeaking of his boots going with him.

Steve turns around.

The high of Steve’s excitement curdles in Eddie’s stomach at the look on his face now.

“They didn’t come.”

Damn.

“Hey, don’t worry about it Stevie, I’m sure she just wasn’t able to come tonight.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, they’ll probably just come tomor— what did you just say?”

Eddie rewinds the last bit of their conversation, not hard to do when you’ve only said the one thing, “Uh.. she wasn’t able to come tonight?”

Steve steps closer to him, Eddie steps back on instinct.

“Before that.” another tiny step forward.

Another tiny step back, “Uh, Don’t worry about it?”

“After that.” another step.

Another step– Eddie’s back hits the wall. “I–I don’t know?”

Steve is barely a hair’s width away from him. “What did you call me?”

“...Stevie? Why, am I not allowed t— oh shit.”

Oh holy shit.

You stupid motherfucker.

“Y’know who else has been calling me ‘Stevie’ recently, Eddie?”

Eddie’s mouth has gone as dry as a desert. He swallows around nothing, licking his lips to respond.

Steve’s eyes flick down momentarily.

…. Oh there’s no goddamn way.

“Me?”

Steve smirks, “Can I have my note?”

Eddie sighs, reaches into his pocket, and produces the folded scrap of paper.

He takes it, staring down at the ‘Stevie' scrawled across the front.

“Steve, listen, I–”

Instead of opening it, Steve tucks it into his pocket and reaches up instead, hooking a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck and pulling him into a kiss.

He presses fully into him, his other hand holding Eddie to him by the waistband of his jeans.

It takes a moment, but eventually Eddie gets with the program and spins them, pressing Steve into the wall behind them with a leg between his.

Breaking apart with the movement, Steve breathes out a “Holy shit.” then pulls him back in, rolling his hips for good measure.

“Holy shit.” Eddie repeats, this time into Steve’s mouth.

Breathlessly, Steve says “Are you gonna make out with me or not, Munson?”

“Oh don’t you worry sweetheart, I’m going to do that and more.” Eddie grins, rolling his hips forward in response, “But I’ve got a much better place to do it.”

Twenty minutes and one and a half blowjobs later (Eddie was never going to last long after getting Steve’s dick in his mouth the first time), Eddie watches bone jellied-ly as Steve fishes the note out of his pants pocket from where they’d been kicked off to the back corner of his van. “Oh god, you’re gonna read that now?” “Why not?” Steve shrugs, sitting back down on the haphazardly spread out comforter. “Shit’s embarrassing!” Steve levels him with a look. “More embarrassing than coming ten seconds after I got my mouth on you?” “...Yes.”

shoutout to @tinytalkingtina who responded to an old comment of mine on one of their fics and inspired the little bit of secret admirer-ness of this one!!

[writersmess]

FAMILY LINE | EVAN BUCKLEY

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pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

summary: at the end, Buck was home.

warning: slow burn, cursing, abusive family

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here you were, your first day all over again. but this time, all by yourself.

it was strange to enter a new station, different trucks, different layouts, even the smell was different. this feeling wasn't new, but it was the first time you weren't afraid of what might happen, on the opposite, you were eager to see what life had in store for you.

"you must be the new girl" a fireman caught your eye and snapped you out of your daydreams.

"that should be me" you replied with a smile, which he quickly returned. you followed him upstairs, where you found the whole house gathered around a table, having breakfast.

"Bobby, I've found a lost newbie for you" he winked at you and then sat down at the table with the others.

"I'm Bobby, the captain. welcome to 118."

"Where are you from, Strand?" Diaz. that was the name of the person who asked.

"New York" you replied in a few words.

"wow, that's awesome. I'm dying to visit there" a blue-eyed man commented with a huge smile on his lips and automatically your eyes ran to his lips. "maybe now that we have a guide, 118 could go and..."

"easy, Buck, you'll scare her off in the first few seconds at the station" Bobby said, making you laugh, and you could see Buck's cheeks redden.

while everyone bombarded you with questions about NY, and you tried your best to avoid questions about your family or your past, you could feel a pair of blue eyes staring at you the whole time. every now and then while you were answering someone, your eyes would catch on his smile, on how easily he laughed, on how comfortable he seemed around everyone. It seemed very easy to like Evan Buckley

*

you hated Evan Buckley.

a few months were enough to show how immature, irresponsible, sampled and... womanizer he was.

how could he just walk into the fire without permission, even though Bobby gave him specific orders not to? how could he date a different woman every week? I mean, it’s not your business, but still. how could he not appreciate all the people who cared about him and continue to show off all the damn time? you just couldn't deal with him. his silly jokes, his opened smile, his blue eyes... you just hated Evan Buckley.

"okay, hold on. why do you hate me so much?" he said to you when he noticed you rolling your eyes at something he was saying. everyone at the table turned to you and you felt your face redden.

"i don't hate you"

"but you certainly don't like him" Chim added and you rolled your eyes again.

"It's not like that-"

"you roll your eyes every time he speaks" it was Hen's turn. Jesus, were these people your friends?

"I-"

"and you get away from him every time he starts talking" Eddie added.

"ouch" Buck said hurt and you took control again.

"okay, fine" you started and all eyes were on you "I think it's ridiculous the way you don't care about the people around you" you let out and before he could reply you gathered all your courage to poured out the rest. "you have so many people who love you and care for you, and I get the feeling that you don't care about any of it. you go into the fire without caring if you'll come back, you don't respect Bobby's orders when he tells you to evacuate a building, and you're always trying to play the hero. but guess what, you're not a hero! you're Buck, a human who gets hurt, who one day might not make it out of a burning building, in fact, you've almost died more times than I can count. and you don't even care about that, you don't care about the fact that you have a sister who loves you and would be destroyed without you, that your friends would suffer without you, that Cristopher would be devastated without you, that Bobby would lose a son! I don't think that's fair, because you have this and don’t care, while there are people out there who don't have any of that, no one who cares if you're going to come home. I don't have that, and I-I..."

everyone was silent listening to you talk and you didn't notice that your eyes were full of tears. you tried to pull yourself together and when Bobby started to say something, you interrupted him.

"I'm sorry. none of this is any of my business."

the rest of the day sucked. everyone tried to talk to you about your outburst and you ran away from literally everyone, all the time. everyone except Buck, he was avoiding you too. you were feeling like shit. as soon as the shift was over, you got dressed and left as quickly as possible, thinking about the possibilities you had of crawling into the covers and never coming out again.

"hey" you jumped scared as you tried to open the door to your apartment and turned back frightened and trembling. "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"

"I keep forgetting that you're my neighbor," you answered Buck with a sigh and he smiled.

"in my defense, I lived here long before you arrived" he was smiling. after everything you said to him earlier, he was smiling at you. you were an idiot.

"look-"

"I-" you started talking together and he signaled for you to speak.

"I'm sorry about earlier-"

"you don't have to-" he cut you off but you didn't let him finish either.

"yes Buck, I do have to apologize. it's absolutely not your fault that I'm frustrated, that I don't have anyone who cares about me the way you do. I was extremely selfish and childish, it's not your fault at all. I was upset and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

"You know you were right" he replied "I'm irresponsible, I know that. I-I know that one day I might not come back from a call, and I know I'm not a hero, but if I die saving one life, that's enough for me."

that just broke you down more. you really were an idiot. Buck was just a man with the right motivations, but the wrong methods.

*

the day was strange, something was off. and it wasn't even the fact that you woke up vomiting your guts out. it was something... different. you went to work anyway, took some nausea pills and left.

"hey, you okay?" buck stopped you as you were leaving the bathroom after throwing up for the third time this morning and you nodded. you felt like crying.

"I'll be fine" you said, but your voice was far from confident and it was Buck's turn to roll his eyes at you.

"come on, let's get you some water." he led you upstairs and sat you down at the table. "Bobby taught me a recipe of a wonderful soup for days like these, you'll feel brand new" he said excitedly and you smiled.

"Buck, thanks but you don't have to"

things were still awkward between you, you still felt bad about the things you'd said and Buck still seemed to tread on eggshells around you, but when you were around each other, he never put you off or made you feel bad.

and you kind of hated Buck a little more because of it. he had every right to dislike you, but he never held any grudges against you, quite the opposite, he seemed to enjoy your presence. despite the situation between you.

"hey what's going on?" Eddie asked, coming into the kitchen.

"I-"

"she's not feeling well"

"who's not feeling well?" Hen asked worriedly, sitting down next to you, and you couldn't answer again as Buck pointed at you.

"I caught her throwing up just now" he replied and Hen turned worriedly to you.

"you're feverish and pale" she said, touching your face.

"who's sick?" Chim came up to you chewing a snack and everyone pointed at you.

"she was vomiting and has a fever. we can administer medication into her vein, for nausea and the fever"

"guys, I'll be fine. it's just food poisoning, I'll wake up better tomorrow" no one seemed to believe you and you laughed softly. was that the feeling of being looked after?

"Strand, I've got someone for you," Bobbie said coming up the stairs and when you turned, you couldn't have been more surprised to see who was there.

"dad?" your stomach churned, but you took a deep breath, you weren't going to throw up now.

everyone was looking at the scene curiously, you'd never spoken of your father before, or anything involving your past, apart from the little confession a few days ago when you'd shouted at Buck. but the atmosphere was tense, your eyes were wide and you took a few steps back, which didn't go unnoticed by Buck, who, when looked at Bobby, realized that the older man had noticed the same thing.

"hello daughter" Owen Strand had that stupid grin on his lips.

"what are you doing here?" you were nauseous, your head was spinning and your hands were shaking. this couldn't be happening.

"we've come to take you home" was when you noticed your brother standing next to your father. TK had that look of guilt, the same one you saw before you left them behind.

"maybe you should go to my office for some privacy" Bobby said as he noticed the mood in the room.

"no!" you were quick to say, too quick. Buck unconsciously approached you and the moment you felt his presence at your side, you moved closer. now it was clear to everyone that something was wrong. you were frightened. suddenly everyone assumed a defensive posture, aware of what was happening.

"sis, come on" it was TK's turn to speak and as he realized that you had taken another step back, you saw the look of pain flash across his eyes. you were afraid of him.

"okay, let's get this show over with and get out of here. I'm getting tired of you" Owen tried to grab your arm but before you could pull away, the boys moved faster. Buck and Eddie got in front of you while Bobby pulled Owen away.

"okay, let's calm down here, Captain."

Everyone finally realized that your father was wearing a firefighter's jacket. he was a fireman.

"calm down? you've got to be kidding me," he was losing control. "I want you to step aside and let me talk to my daughter," he pointed at the boys in front of him, but no one moved.

you touched Buck's arm in acceptance, and he moved slightly to the side, just enough for Owen to see you.

his ironic laugh echoed through the room and your heart heaved. this was your father, how could he do this to you, again?

"you have no idea what you've done. I almost lost my job because of you, you little bit-“

"because of me?" your voice came out loud, catching everyone off guard. you stepped outside the barrier they had set up for your protection and anger took over. "you've always been a terrible father to me, we moved from New York because of TK, but I also had my life, I had my job, I had everything there, and do you remember what you said to me, dad? you said that you didn’t care, if I had enough money for it, than I should stay”

you got closer to Owen and the same look of anger that was in his eyes, you had in yours.

"I went to Texas with you, and you made my life a living hell, just like it always was with you. you didn't make it easy for me in 116, right? like never before in my life. until that day I never thought I could hate my father as much as I did from that moment on. in front of everyone you humiliated me, you belittled me, you showed me how much you never cared about me, and you hit me, dad. It's hard to put into words everything I've felt my whole life with you since my mother left us. I was just a child in need of your love, what did I do to deserve your resentment? I mean, I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless, I know that you hated me because of my mother, and I hated her too, cause she left me with you”

at that moment, tears were falling down your cheeks, but you didn't care anymore, you just needed to get it out. Owen tried to say something, but you cut him off again.

"I can forget, but never forgive. I'll never forgive you for the lost holidays, the lost birthdays, the lost childhood. all my past I've tried to erase it, but now I see, why would I change it? it made me who I am today, someone totally different from you, Owen. we might share a face and a last name, but we’re not the same. I hate you, and if I have to end your career to show you the extent of my hatred, I will fucking do it.”

as if time had slowed down, you saw the moment Owen's eyes filled with hatred, the exact moment he raised his hand towards you and approached. you were no longer afraid of him. you puffed out your chest and raised your face.

the hit never came.

Bobby held your father's hand in the air and stopped in front of you.

“get out of my firehouse right now, or I'll get you out myself. and if you dare to go near her again, you'll have this same conversation, but it'll be at a table in the police station and with my wife, the sergeant.”

the tension in the air was thick. Owen took one last look at you and turned around, leaving in heavy steps. TK didn't even bother to look at you, he just followed his father like a lost dog. coward.

suddenly all eyes were on you.

"I'm sorry" you said to Bobby in a shaky voice and he nodded. "I'm sorry, thank you" you repeated before he said anything. you felt a soft touch on your arm and turned to Buck, and that's when everything in you seemed to break again. the tears came out without you realizing it and the thank you came out in sobs.

"thank you" you kept repeating between sobs, and he quickly pulled you into his arms. the crying intensified and he just held you in, stroking your back. you tried to speak but nothing came out.

you could hear Bobby telling everyone to get out of the kitchen and you sank further into Buck's arms, letting yourself cry. cry for the situation that had just occurred, crying for your lost childhood, crying for your mother having abandoned you, crying for never having had a father who truly loved you, crying for everything you didn't have.

Buck's heart broke with every sob that came out of your mouth. he wanted to pull you deeper and deeper into his embrace, to take that pain away from you, the pain he knew so well. the pain of not being loved by your own parents, the pain of rejection. he wanted to make it clear that you had someone who cared, that you had him there at that moment. and it all made sense now, you saying that no one cared about you, because it was true.

"come on, let's go home" he said when he realized that your sobs had turned into small sighs. when he noticed that you were about to say something, he spoke faster. "no need to apologize or thank me, I've got your back"

*

what a mess.

what a mess your life has become.

it was late afternoon, the sun was setting in LA, and you were admiring the sky from your window. the coffee in your hand was already cold, and to be honest, it would be the first thing of the day to enter your stomach.

after an early morning visit from Bobby at your place, he suggested that you took a few personal days off, and you couldn't refuse, you needed it, your head and heart needed the rest. as the conversation went on, it was hard to accept that the man in front of you treated you with more empathy and love than the one who was supposed to be your father, they held the same position in the corporation, but they were totally different. Bobby defended and looked after you even though he hadn't known you for so long, while the other hurt you for a lifetime. life was unfair.

the silence was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and nothing could have prepared you for that scene.

"hey there, we brought dinner, I hope you don't mind"

it was Buck with Jee-Yun on his arms, he held some bags in his unoccupied hand, and she held a small bouquet of flowers in her little hands.

"B-Buck, I-I"

"can we come in?" he asked and you moved out of the way.

"this is for you" the child's voice echoed in the room and she handed you the flowers. your eyes filled with tears and you smiled at the little girl.

"thank you sweetie, I love it. did you choose it?" she smiled and nodded.

Buck took some drawings and colored pencils out of a bag and the girl ran to the table.

"Buck" you entered in front of the blue-eyed man and he stopped what he was doing, paying attention to you. too much attention. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I know we haven't had a chance to talk yet, but thank you" you finished, your cheeks reddening as you realized you were too close to Buck.

"I told you, you don’t have to thank me" he replied as if it were nothing and went through his bags. "I hope you're hungry, I brought your favorite”

"how do you know this is my favorite?" you heart was beating a little faster and your cheeks were getting redder. Buck shrugged and looked at you with a smirk on his face.

"I heard you talking about it"

it's not like he was paying much attention to you, he just heard you talking about it with the guys. no big deal. maybe you were too sensitive about the whole situation and your head was creating scenarios.

it was an amazing evening. Buck never mention what had happened the day before, let alone treat you with pity, Jee-Yun was the sweetest girl in the world, and apparently she loved your company, to the point of ending the night sleeping on your lap. you were concentrating on the childish smell coming off her, when you noticed Buck looking at you.

"what?"

"you're good with children" he replied smiling, and your damn heart beat faster again.

"I really like them" you went back to touching Jee-Yun's hair, when you heard a muffled laugh coming from Buck. "what's so funny?"

"if I'd known that a dose of toddler would stop you hating me, I'd have brought her a lot sooner." his words made you smile.

"I told you I didn't hate you, I just didn't like you that much" he laughed again. his smile was so beautiful.

"we'd better get going, I promised her parents I wouldn't take her home late" he said as he approached and you gave him the sleepy kid.

"of course" you watched the way he tucked the little girl into his big arms and followed him to the door. "thank you for the evening, I really needed it"

"it was nothing, you're great company, she loved you" he said, pointing at his niece. "I'll see you later"

you kinda liked Evan Buckley now.

*

"I know you asked me not to bring anything, but I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry," Buck said, entering your apartment with a jar full of cookies.

"when did you do that? you know what, never mind" you said laughing, turning your attention back to the food.

after the visit with his niece, Buck showed the next day again, and every other day after that with dinner, he didn't miss a single day. it was amazing how Buck made everything lighter, on the days when your thoughts wouldn't give you a break, he would find a way to distract you, or when you wanted to talk, he knew how to listen to you, or when you just wanted to be quiet, he would accompany you in silence. Buck never mentioned what had happened with your family, never asked you anything, he always made you feel comfortable in his presence, and you were getting used to it.

your heart proved treacherous around the blue-eyed man, apparently it started beating faster when Buck was around, and you didn't know what was going on.

"a penny for your thoughts" Buck took you out of your head and you realized how close he was.

"I-I... Sorry, I was just, just focused on the food"

"you didn't have to worry, you know I don't mind bringing it"

"I know, but I also know that today was a hard day, so I wanted to prepare something for you, and thank you for, you know, everything" you couldn't look him in the eye and Buck pulled you close, staring at you, it unsettled you.

"I've already told you there's no need to thank me, I enjoy your company"

your face was hot and you were sure it was red. but from this angle Buck's eyes looked much bluer than usual, and his lips with a slight smile were so beautiful and inviting.

"I think something's burning," Buck said in a whisper and too close to your face.

"o-oh, yeah, okay" God, you were pathetic.

living with a father and a brother meant that you would never have anyone to have girls talk. living with a father and a brother who hated you meant that you would never have any personal conversations of any kind. this kind of trauma made it hard for you to open up to people and maintain friendships. being at 118 was everything you'd never had in your life, and it was the biggest change of your life, because they didn't just work together, they were family and made you feel part of it too.

this trauma also reflected on your romantic life, you never really fell in love, you didn't really know what it was like. when a guy talked about feelings, you decided it was time to walk away.

and believing that you hated Buck was much more comfortable, because being with him and realizing the person he really was, was making you confused. the way he took care of you without wanting anything in return made your heart beat stronger. how he came to you during the day to see if everything was all right, if you were feeling well. or the dinners that became your thing now, you would always have dinner together, no matter where or how. this had been going on for months.

your feelings for Buck were growing, but how would they not. he was so affectionate, so kind, so easy to be around, you were always anxious to be around him, and loved looking into those big blue eyes when he was too focused on something to notice you staring, the way he always touched you to draw your attention, the way he kept flirting with you just to see your face turn red, the way your body reacted when he was around. Buck was breathtaking. and he wasn’t making things any easier for you, it was really easy to fall in love with Buck.

oh damn.

you were in love with Evan Buckley.

*

"hey you okay?" you were startled by a voice breaking the silence in the locker room, it was Eddie.

"you scared me"

"I usually do that to people" he said, sitting down next to you and you laughed.

"idiot"

"what happened between you and Buck? you didn’t leave with him today"

"nothing" you looked away and Eddie knew there was something wrong between you.

"did you guys had a fight? It's not like you're not together all the time, every second of the day" he teased.

"no, it's fine"

"come on, something must-"

"I'm in love with him" you blurted out.

you got up from the bench and started walking around the room anxiously, Eddie stayed silent waiting for you to continue.

"I'm in love with him, Eddie, and I don't know what to do with this information, I'm kind of freaking out in here" you said, pointing to your heart and then to your head. "this has never happened before, I've never liked anyone enough to stay, and I want to stay, I want this, I want to feel this and I want to feel it with him. it's very easy to like Buck, I mean, have you seen that smile? the way he smiles when he's up to something or when he laughs at his own jokes, which, let's face it, are terrible. and those blue eyes? they're the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life. but I'm terrified, that's the truth. I've never seen him in a relationship, a real one, what's to say he'd want one with me? that's taking into account that he likes me, which he clearly doesn't, I mean, I know he likes me as a friend, we have such a good friendship, but he certainly doesn't like me in a romantic way, I'm sure of that, have you seen what a mess I am? If you haven't, I'm telling you now, I'm a mess Eddie, and Buck is so-so"

"I thought you liked my jokes" you stopped in shock and looked at the door.

Buck.

"Buck I-I"

"I think that's my cue to leave the lovebirds alone," Eddie said as he left and you hadn't even noticed that he was still there.

"so you like me, huh?" he said coming closer and you really wished there was a hole to stick your head in.

"Buck" you sighed defeatedly, how embarrassing was this. "I like you, I like you a lot"

"then we have to talk" he said seriously and your heart sank. this was the time you would be rejected. again.

"Buck, don't. I know you'll say you don't feel the same way, and frankly I don't need any more humiliation, it's enough that you've heard all this. I'm fine and I'll be fine, I promise you" you picked up your things, still not facing Buck. "I'm going home now, let's just pretend this never happ-"

"I like you" he stopped in front of you and with his face too close to yours, continued to speak "oh fuck it, I'm in love with you, completely, deeply, truly in love with you”

his hands were on your face holding you in place. your heart couldn't even fit in your chest anymore, and you were probably going to cry at any second.

"i love how comfortable you feel next to me, i love how you fix your hair when you get nervous, or when you turn red when i flirt with you. i love all your smiles, the happy one, the stupid one, the ironic one, and especially the one that's mine. the one that's kept just for me, when we're having dinner together, or when i meet you in the middle of the shift, or when you meet me in the middle of the scene to check if i'm okay. that will always be my favorite. i love how you make me feel at home anywhere and at anytime. you are home. I love you.”

you were definitely crying at that point.

"I think I'm in love with you too" you joked and Buck brought his face even closer to yours.

"oh you think?" he had that damn smirk on his face. "let me prove then that I'm worth being loved by you"

his mouth touched yours, and your stomach felt like a house of uncontrolled butterflies. his lips were so soft, one hand held your face while the other found your waist. your body was pressed against a wall. and suddenly your tongues were entwined in a passionate, anxious kiss. your breaths were uncontrolled and Buck had to break away when a low moan came from your mouth. he wouldn't last long with those noises you were making.

"I think we'd better go home" he said breathless.

"I'll go anywhere with you"

you definitely loved Evan Buckley.

you didn't know it yet, but Buck was about to show you that you were totally capable of being loved, and very much so. your family's story wouldn't be repeated, you wouldn't follow your family's line, you would create your own. the most beautiful love story ever.

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Hidden Secrets

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: Relationships have many phases, and now it's time for a new one.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, my dears.

A/N: This chapter by far has been a favorite to write, I really hope you guys love it!

Requests are OPEN

Chapter 10

Chapter 11- Surprise

Jiyong looks over the sparkling diamonds in the jewelry store.

“What about this one?” Seunghyun asks pointing to one.

“Too small,” he says as he barely glances at it.

“Jiyong it’s 8 carats,” Seunghyun deadpans.

“Hyung, why are you freaking out about this?” Seunghyun puts his hand on his best friend’s shoulder causing Jiyong to look at him.

“It’s got to be perfect,” his hair is slightly frazzled and the stress is evident on his face.

“It will be, you know her, quit thinking about what’s going to impress her and think about what she’d be happy with.”

“It all seems like it isn’t enough, nothing says, ‘I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you’,” he sighs and puts his face in his hands.

“Ji, you’re thinking too hard. You know her,” he reassures his friend. Jiyong is completely at a loss. He’s been looking at rings for months, he started slowly looking when he found out you were pregnant but given the tragedy that followed that, it wasn’t exactly the best time to propose. It’s been a year now since it happened and he’s ready and silently praying you are too.

“What about this?” Jiyong waves Seunghyun over to a ring that’s exactly your style, cut, and size you’d love.

“I think she’d love it,” he says in support.

“It’s her, ya know? It’s perfect.” He sighs as he waves the jewler over asking to see it outside the case. He holds it delicately, watching the way the diamonds catch the light.

“I’ll take it.” He looks at the man who has a polite smile on his face. Jiyong quickly pulls out his black card and purchases the beautiful piece of jewelry.

“Take this home, and keep it somewhere safe. I can’t risk her finding it.” He hands the bag to Seunghyun who was more than happy to give his buddy a helping hand.

-

He arrives home and you’re working on a painting.

“Oppa?” you call out from the room. Silence.

“Ji,” you yell out louder.

“Miss me?” He appears in the door way with a smirk and you set down your brushes before embracing him.

“How was your day at the studio?” He shrugs with a coy smile.

“Pretty normal, did some recording, mixing and all that.” He looks at you with love filled eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle softly as you shift your weight under his gaze.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he says before cupping your cheeks and giving you a sweet kiss.

“I have a surprise for you,” he winks.

“Oh?” you lift your brow in suspicion.

“I booked you an appointment to get a manicure and pedicure in the morning,” he smiles and you grin at him.

“Thank you Oppa but you didn’t have to do that." He tuts in response.

“Let me spoil you, Jagiya, the appointment is at 9 am,” he informs you and you both leave the studio to get washed up for dinner.

-

The next morning you’re at your nail appointment and you get a text from Jiyong as the pedicure begins.

I’m packing your bags, when I pick you up we’re going straight to the airport, anything special I should pack?

You look at the text confused.

Where are we going?

You wait a moment and see his little typing bubble.

Don’t ask questions, just let me know.

You can’t think of what he’d be doing, I mean why the sudden extravagance lately? It was out of the ordinary for this, but this just didn’t quite seem like him. Especially when he won’t tell you anything.

Just my phone charger and a bathing suit if there’s water at this mystery location. As well as any other clothes.

You send out the text as your mind races wondering what in the world your boyfriend has planned.

-

As you board the plane you can’t help but fidget nervously.

“Where are we going?” you whine slightly, the anticipation bugging you.

“Nae sarang,” he begins with an amused smile, “patience,” he wags his finger. His own anxiety is beginning to get to him. What if its wrong? What if everything falls apart or something screws up? Or worse, what if you flat out say no?

You huff as you sit against the airplane seat.

“How long is the flight?”

“Couple hours,” he answers simply. The plane takes off and you watch out the window, still curious as to what the heck is going on.

“How long will we be gone?”

“A couple days,” his answers are short, ominous almost.

“What are you up to, Ji,” you ask realizing he’s got something planned. Of course he does, he always does. A couple hours into the flight the two of you are holding hands. It’s been silent, the two of you comfortably enjoying each other’s company.

“Can I ask you something?” He looks over at you with brows raised.

“Always.”

“Why me,” you ask him quietly.

“What do you mean,” there’s a slight chuckle to his voice but he’s all too serious too.

“Why’d you pick me?” His heart raced at your question.

“Because I love you,” he answers but you shake your head.

“I know, but why?” He sighed as he turned his body to yours. He was trying to not give away his speech he had planned.

“Aein, do you know the fullness you add to my life? Do you not understand that I would go to war for you anytime anywhere? That I’d choose you over and over and over again in a million different lives. And yes, I’d still love you if you were a worm,” he winks and you giggle at the last part.

“But why?” you ask again, not to drag it out of him, but you simply wanted to understand why he stayed by your side the last two years.

“Because you’re you. And you’re worth it. You always have been and you always will be. There’s nothing more to it. I’m not just in love with your body," he pauses for a moment to really gaze into your eyes, to gaze into your soul, "baby I’m in love with your soul, the way you see the world, the way you laugh and your generous kind heart. I’m in love with the way you see things in ways most others don’t, the way you get excited over the smallest things and how you talk a little too fast when you get excited about something you want to share with others. The way you walk, the way you talk, it’s a breath of fresh air every. Single. Day.” Your face flushes and tears are beginning to prick your eyes at his heartfelt words. He smiles as one escapes and rolls down your cheek.

“I love you,” you smile as he wipes the tear off your cheek.

“I love you more,” he says.

-

After you get off the plane you’re taken to a boat dock, taking a boat to your room. You feel the heat of the sun and humidity in the air and when you see the overwater bungalows come into view you realize exactly where you are, Bora Bora.

“Jiyong, you didn’t!” You turn to him and he all ready has a huge smile plastered across his face.

“Surprise,” he says with raised brows and an amused look on his face. You throw your arms around his neck and his go around your waist. You breathe in the salty air realizing the two of you are getting a much-needed relaxing vacation.

-

As you two get settled in the bungalow you can’t help but feel the relaxation take hold. You guys have couple massages, meals that neither of you have to cook and it’s not take out, and time alone, without the world. Lately it seemed like unless you were in the comfort of you own home, and sometimes not even then, did you get any privacy. Ever since news broke about your relationship and your miscarriage, it’s like the media went into a frenzy, constantly wanting to know every little detail of your lives.

That night you’re standing on the balcony of the bungalow, the bedroom behind you lit with warm yellow lighting against the wooden features of the room, just breathing, taking in the solace of being alone; of being happy and stress free. Jiyong watches you smiling to himself, happy that he can be the one to give you a break from the suffocating life of being in the public eye. He knew it got to you, even though you didn’t complain, not once did you complain since the two of you decided to go all in. But it got to him, and he’d been in the industry since he was a little kid, so he knew it took a toll on you.

He quietly walks up behind you, pulling you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder looking out at the blue water as the lights outside light up the night sky.

“It’s so beautiful here,” you mention as you close you eyes, leaning against him. The sea breeze pulls goosebumps up on your skin but you don’t care. You’re in a place of solace.

“Are you happy?” He mumbles in your ear and you hum in response with a relaxed and content smile on your face.

“How could I not be? I’m on a private beach, with the man of my dreams, and we get time alone together. I’m in paradise, Jagiya.” You affirm. He smiles and kisses your temple as he holds you there. His heart beat is at a steady pace. He feels his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out he see’s a text from Seunghyun. He steps away for a moment to read it.

We just got in, we’ll be at the beach tomorrow to set up everything. Keep her busy. We got the photographer.

Jiyong’s heart beat suddenly quickens at the thought of tomorrow night.

Sounds good, you have the ring, right?

It takes only a minute to get a response.

Shit, I knew I forgot something!

Jiyong’s breath gets caught in his throat and his anxiety sky rockets when another text comes in

I’m kidding hyung, I have it. Quit freaking out, it’s going to be fine.

Jiyong breathes a sigh of relief as you walk back inside.

“You ok, baby?” you notice the pale look on his face.

“I’m good,” he smiles before sending a text back to Seunghuyn.

Fuck off that’s not funny.

-

The next day Jiyong has you going all over the place, there’s snorkeling, a glass bottom boat tour, and of course a shopping spree in town where he buys you a new outfit for tonight. It’s a simple white dress with sandals to match.

“I don’t need any more clothes,” you giggle as you walk up to the counter. He wants you to wear it out since you’re going straight to dinner.

“Just trust me, Jagi.” You sigh at his satisfied smirk.

“You look beautiful,” he says as he swipes his card and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you,” you smile satisfied. You expect to be going to a restaurant but when you hop on a boat you’re once again confused as to where you’re going. Jiyong helps you on and the ride is silent, but Jiyong’s heartbeat is in his ears. He’s almost shaking with the anxiety, both good and bad. When you get to your destination you see a small square table set up with two chairs, surrounded by 4 tiki torches, and rose petals around the table and chairs. There’s champagne in a bucket and plates ready for your dinner.

You get off the boat and walk over to the romantic dinner. Jiyong quickly gauges your reaction as he takes in the awe-struck look on your face. A single tear rolls down your cheek as the magic of the moment really seeps in. He smiles to himself as he takes your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours walking you to the table.

“Ji, it’s beautiful,” you gasp as you look at the intricate but intimately detailed space.

“Thank you,” you hug him before you sit down and he takes a moment to lock in this memory, one of the last before your lives are hopefully forever changed. The sun is close to setting, still giving off enough light to see. The two of you eat, looking out at the view of the ocean before you and basking in the romantic feeling in the air.

After dinner Jiyong suggests a walk down the beach. You walk hand in hand, feeling the sand sink between your toes and the water slowly cascade over them as the tide comes in. You’re walking for a few minutes before Jiyong turns to you blocking you from going forward. You can see the anxiety on his face.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you trail off.

“Are you sure? If you don’t tell me now,” he bites his bottom lip. Part of you thinks he’s playing some silly joke.

“Kwon Jiyong you are the love of my life,” you say finally before stepping close to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, your foreheads a little damp from sweat are pressed together, “And nothing in the world is going to change that.” He sighs in relief before kissing you one last time, committing it to memory for better or worse. You follow his lead and kiss him back with the same passion before he reluctantly pulls away.

“You wanna go back to the bungalow, let me show how much I really love you?” you smirk at the idea of what you’d do to him.

“There’s plenty of time for that. Come on,” he takes your hand again and leads you forward. He has you stop when you’re about to round the corner and wait for just a moment as he goes out ahead of you.

 Suddenly, the other three members of Big Bang are walking around the corner and your gasp.

“What the hell,” you ask yourself.

“Hey, y/n, you look beautiful,” Taeyang says as he comes up and gives you a hug. You hug each of them and they can see you trying to piece everything together in your head.

“Jiyong didn’t mention anything about work,” you say as you look at them and they all exchange knowing glances.

Before anyone can say anything else, Seunghyun gets a text on his phone.

“Go,” he motions you forward around the corner where you see the unexpected scene.

Jiyong is watching you for just behind the bushes letting you have a moment to really soak in all the glory of the display before coming to stand in front of you. He notices the tears dripping off your cheek and his own start to prick his eyes.

“Baby,” you whisper out as you search his eyes and he reaches into his pocket and gets down on one knee.

“Y/n,” he begins and takes a deep breath. You sniffle slightly as you look at him with a quiet giggle of nerves and excitement.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I love you more than life itself, you’re the reason I get out of bed every single morning. The reason I want to keep breathing. We’ve been through hell and back, and we’ve fallen together and fallen apart only to come back together. You’re the light of my life, the muse to my art, the person I want to wake up to every single morning for the rest of my life. I want you to be my forever. I love you so much Babygirl.  

Will you marry me?”

You giggle with more tears streaming as you take in the moment for just a second.

“Yes,” you say and relief flood Jiyong’s face.

“Oh thank God,” he says as get up and puts the beautiful ring on your finger.

“I love you so much,” he says as he embraces you, picking you up and spinning you around. You let out a squeal and you hear cheering and clapping coming from behind you.

“Oh my god,” you laugh as you remember the three boys behind you.

“That’s why they're, and you had me get my nails, and the dress,” you trail off as the pieces finally fall together.

“I told you I wanted to treat you.” You hug him one last time.

“So, were you surprised?”

“Absolutely.” You smile as the two of you walk off, your arm around his torso as his goes around your shoulder. There's a brief celebration with the guys with some champagne.

That night the two of you are tangled in the sheets, but this time, it’s different. Your bodies seem to fit together in a brand-new way, one that’s more intimate than it ever had been, more vulnerable than ever before. The room filled with sounds of passion and love making, your hands interlocked together as ecstasy takes over both of you.

Your bodies are cuddled up to one another, both of your chests rising and falling as you try to catch your breath.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” He says as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll be Mrs. Kwon Y/n,” you giggle as you look up at your now fiancé with a very excited and intensely happy grin.

“God that sounds so good,” he gives you another kiss on the lips, rolling on top of you as you shriek, your whole world feeling complete and happy.

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The sun had been overbearing for most of the day but you could escape the cruel rays under the shade of the trees that surrounded the court yard of the school; you always liked sitting outside during breaks to get a breath of fresh air no matter what season it is. Although it was almost September the warmer weather still lingered which meant other students had the same idea to soak up the feeling of being outside on break between classes before heading right back into the stuffy classrooms. During the warmer seasons you wore your navy blue sweater vest with the golden buttons that had the Jujutsu High design engraved on it. You absentmindedly tugged on the sleeve of your white shortsleeved button up shirt you wore underneath as you looked through your calculus textbook. You crisscrossed your legs finding yourself now tugging against the fabric of the navy blue shorts that you and many other girls choose to wear in the heat.

The uniforms were a commonality however, everyone still had their own sense of style when it came to how they expressed themselves with their uniform. You looked up to see a few girls walking by in the navy blue skirts that the school offered as the other choice to the uniform and you hated yourself for envying their confidence to wear them. You shook your head as if the negative thoughts would go away as you looked back down at your text book. This would be the year you'd gain more confidence, the determination to wear a skirt by the end of the year had been on your mind since you took your entrance exam last year. You were in high school now and there was no reason to hide behind clothes that made you feel safe when you could be like so many others at Jujutsu High who expressed themselves freely.

You uncrossed your legs and stretched them out in front of you as you turned the page still not being able to find the answer. You sighed as you looked over at your best friend in hopes he could help you find the formula to the homework you had been searching for with no luck. You and Nanami Kento were in the same honors calculus class and despite his sincere disposition you two had become friends quickly. You put your all in each of your classes but you found yourself telling Kento repeatedly that he should apply himself more to his studies. He was incredibly intelligent but you knew it was like talking to a brick wall; he could be very stubborn when he wanted to be.

"Kento please tell me you were able to find it. I still haven't seen it and I feel like I've been looking for forever." You asked and looked over to see him laying on his back with one arm crossed over his face. His other arm laid on top of the book he was suppose to be looking through with you. He also had his legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles crossed over one another.

"Class doesn't start for another ten minutes so why don't you relax and ask the teacher when we get back to class." Kento said without moving. "It's too hot to think about any of that right now." He complained which caused you to roll your eyes.

"Well maybe if you didn't wear your winter uniform year round it wouldn't be an issue." You said as you looked back down at your text book for a second only to realize maybe he was right. Besides the homework wasn't due for another few days so you had time to relax.

All you had been doing since the beginning of the semester was study, homework, study dates with Kento, more homework, followed by more studying. You felt like you barely had any time to do anything else. You knew you didn't have to push yourself this hard; you had been the top of your class so it was no surprise when you passed entrance exams with flying colors. When you went to go pick your classes your guidance counselor advised for you to go on and take more advanced classes which you agreed to. You figured being younger than most of the upperclassmen would leave you isolated most of the year but thanks to Kento that was no longer a concern. Although you were a first year and Nanami was a third year you both became inseparable immediately. You enjoyed his company and he might deny it at first if anyone asked him but you knew he enjoyed your company too.

You closed your book, set it down on the cool grass next to you, and leaned back onto your hands. You observe the sea of students around you once again watching as some headed to their next class, ate, or chatted with their friends under the shade of the trees like Kento and you did. One group of students in the center of the courtyard caught you attention; well one person in particular caught you attention. You watched as Satoru Gojo sat on top of an old wooden picnic table as he took a bite of a candy bar it looked like he had just opened. You watched as he laughed and ran his fingers through his snow white hair.

Although his eyes were hiding behind the dark round sunglasses, he always seem to wear no matter what, you knew his eyes had crinkled at the corners like they usually did when he was genially happy. Like Kento, Satoru also liked to wear his winter uniform all year round. You felt yourself starting to sweat more looking at the way his arms wrapped around his stomach as he continued his unbridled laughter at his friends joke. The long sleeves of his navy blue jacket falling at his wrist while his navy blue pants stretched perfectly over his long legs. Your eyes watched as Hina, his long term girlfriend, who was sitting next to Satoru moved her hand against his thigh to get his attention.

You had actually heard a rumor they were no longer dating yet there she was sitting so close to him and touching him in ways you swore only girlfriends did. Your eyes moved to his face as you watched him lean down so she could whisper something into his ear. As he leaned down she brought her hand up to cover her mouth just in case anyone, like you, were watching them to try and keep the conversation private. You watched as his eyes looked out straight ahead, those blue eyes peering over those dark round glasses, making eye contact with you which caused your face to heat up. You quickly looked away at anything else but those stunning eyes.

"Shit, he caught me staring at him again." You muttered as you started to play with a loose string attached to your sweater.

"Who?" Kento's voice was a little hoarse which meant he had fallen asleep again.

"Who else?" You groaned hating yourself knowing Kento was just going to tease you for it.

"Ah, him. Why do I even bother asking who anymore." He said as removed his arm from over his eyes.

He squinted his eyes looking over at you which only earned him a glare from you.

"I don't see what you and the rest of the girls see in him. He's an idiot." Kento said before moving his arm right back over his face again.

"No he's not." You argued as you looked at Kento as he peaked out from under his arm.

"How would you know? You've only talked to him a hand full of times and only because he came over to annoy me."

"Oh shut up," You said. "You know how shy I get around him." You pout.

"I heard a rumor that Hina and Satoru broke up. It's hard to tell when they still look pretty close." You say nervously hoping that Kento would confirm that they had broken up for good this time.

"Who knows with those two. They have been on again, off again since grade school." He said but you could tell he was starting to drift back to sleep.

"Part of me hopes the rumor is true." You said.

"What rumor?" Someone spoke up which caused you both to look to the person that had wandered over to your spot.

You almost choked on the intake of air that quickly tired to enter your body and found yourself trying to adjust your shorts over your plush thighs. Satoru smiled down at you as he watched you fiddle with your shorts.

"Gojo," Kento groaned and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at him. "What do you want?"

"Was coming over to say hey to you and the little peach you're always with when I couldn't help but overhear what you were talking about and I'm intrigued." He said as he reached up and tapped a fingertip against the frame of his glasses. You could see just how stunning his blue eyes were.

You felt like your head was spinning and you couldn't focus on anything. He called you a peach? On top of that you can't remember the last time you had been this close to Satoru let alone actually had him say anything to you other than an 'excuse me' when he accidentally bumped into you in the hall way or asking if you had see Kento after class a few times.

"She was wondering if the rumors about you and Hina breaking up were true." Kento said which caused you to cut your eyes at him.

"Nanami!" You barked out and looked at Satoru mortified that Kento had been so blunt with him.

"What? He was just going to pester us until we told him what he wanted to know." Kento shrugged as he sat up.

"He's right." Satoru laughed. "And to answer your question peach we've been broken up for a while now. Why do you ask? Were you interested?" He teased as he straightened up so you couldn't see those blue eyes anymore.

You felt like you lost your voice and all you could manage to do was blink up at him. You were already embarrassed by the admission no thanks to Kento but you couldn't say the words.

"Because," Satoru said dragging out the last syllable of the word. "I was starting get jealous of Nanami here always hogging you. Why don't you and I go out after school? We could meet up at the koi pond near the entrance. There's a new bakery in town I've wanted to try out." He said as he smiled down at you.

He was really asking you out? The Sataro Gojo, the boy you had the biggest crush on, hell the boy the whole damn school had the biggest crush on was asking you out? Suddenly you heard the bell ring.

"So? What do you say." He said.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the way his voice started to sound distorted.

"Will you go out with me?" He said before everything went black.

You felt like your body was floating when suddenly you stopped and landed right in front of your schools entrance. You looked around as dusk had fallen and you were confused as to why you were here. Suddenly loud laughter caught your attention but before you could figure out who it had come from a bright light seemed to flash around you. You tried to cover your eyes but it was no use with how blinding it was. You soon realized that not only could you hear laughter but you heard the sound of the camera snapping picture after picture of you.

"Oh my god! I can't believe she actually fell for it!"

"Ew, look at how desperate she is. Who would wait this long for someone who isn't coming?"

"You know this was all a joke right? He thinks you are no better than an animal at the zoo."

All these voice barking out at you along with the laughter only getting louder and louder. You fell to your knees and covered yourself with your arms as you felt your chest tighten. Their voices soon started to be drowned out by beeping. Over and over again.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

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Never Optional

I saw @acute-crashout-jeyuso was making requests, so I had to deliver a luh one two. Hope I did it justice, honey.

Moriah

“Shiiiiiit, baby!! Right there! I’m so fucking close, papi.” “Damn that shit feel good as fuck!“The person you are trying to reach has a ma-“ “FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!” I cried out sending the phone flying across the room as I sank to the floor in tears. Why do I keep allowing this?! Love is supposed to be warm and peaceful and kind and humble. Love isn’t supposed to make you feel like you’re at war with your own mind. But that’s what I get, huh? I heard the rumors, the warnings of the women from his past, all of it. But I could be the one that changed him for the better. You can show him different, Moriah. How stupid could I be? To think I could change someone that didn’t even wanna change for themselves? All this drama for what?!

Well... for Joshua, of course. Josh was my everything. He still fucking is! But I gotta put me first this time. All the lies, the cheating, the constant gaslighting; flirting with his coworkers, getting too friendly with Rhea, clubbing with Jaida? I put up with it all, but this? Actually seeing him in the act with her?! Seeing him kiss on her, making love to her the way he hadn't been doing to me for months?? It crushed my soul. It absolutely broke me, and I just couldn't take it anymore! He was probably doing it right now. Realizing that I was only truly hurting myself if I stayed, I let the tears fall down my cheeks as I finished packing up my bags, and said goodbye to our shared apartment.

***A COUPLE DAYS LATER***

Taking some more selfies in my guest room, I posted them to my page as my bestie Mel hyped me up. “Yassssss, girl! You look good as fuck!” “Thank you, Pooh! What time we getting ready for the club?” “Around ten, I think. Hopefully Damian should be done with his press runs by then.” Nodding in understanding, I uploaded my new favorite pictures to my IG as I continued to enjoy my mini escape with my bestest friend.

@justmoriah: You don’t never wanna lose me🌷

Smiling as my likes and comments immediately flooded with compliments, I scrolled some before pausing as his latest picture caught my eye.

@uceyjucey: Loyalty is everything in this life. Without it, you got NOTHING💯🤙🏽🩸 #WeTheONES #TheyTheTwosandThrees

Scoffing at the audacity of his caption, I set my phone down and started looking through my luggage for something to wear tonight. While I was only here at Melanie and Damian’s for a couple days, I was also searching for my own home, so I put my main wardrobe in storage and I would be surviving on a couple suitcases of clothes for the time being. Hearing my ringtone in the other room for an incoming call, I hurried jogged back and answered it without checking the caller ID. Ugh, such a fucking mistake.

Joshua

“Hellooo.” She beautifully sang causing my heart to smile. “Bae, where you been at? I came home and yo stuff gone, and you nowhere to be found? Wassup, baby?” Hearing the aggravated groan escape her lips, I furrowed my brows as I reclined further on my locker room couch. “What the fuck do you want, Joshua?! You haven’t hurt me enough already?” “Mane, I don’t even know what you talking about.” “Oh you don’t know? You are such a dirty dick ass liar, Joshua!” She seethed as I bit my lip. I couldn’t even lie, her mad side turned me all the way on. “Bruh, can you just tell me what the fuck I did so I can fix it?” “Ask that bitch, Zelina!” She spat in disgust hanging up before I could get a word out. “Shit shit shit!!! Aye, hold up.” I said moving her lips off my dick as I hurried and attempted to call Moriah back.

“Owwww!!! You made me bite my lip, asshole.” She pouted checking to see if her lip was bleeding while I tried calling her back. Getting sent straight to voicemail, I hit the couch cushion in anger realizing she most likely blocked me. “Aye, I’m sorry about your lip. We’ll pick back up another time, aight?” Nodding, she grabbed her belongings and headed out. Fixing my clothes, I went out into the hall in search of the one guy I knew that could help me. “Aye! Aye, Damian! Man, hold up!” Sighing, he stopped in his tracks allowing me to catch up to him. “Wassup, Josh?” “You know what’s going on with Mo? First I come home to the house empty and shit, she dodging my calls and texts, now she accusing me of fucking with Zelina? Like what’s going on? She on her cycle or some shit? Did she say anything to Mel?” I asked as he chuckled in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable, bro, you know that?” “Man, whatchu talking about?” “You don’t even know, do you?” “Priest, man, quit playing.” I clenched my jaw wishing he’d just tell me. “When you decided to do what you did with Zelina? Your illiterate ass must’ve forgotten that she’s enemies with Trin because she FaceTimed her while you were in the act, and she added Moriah and Melanie to the call.” “Wait what?!” “Yea, when Moriah was blowing up your phone that night? She had saw everything, bro.” “FUCK!!!!!”

***LATER THAT NIGHT***

Vibing out and pre gaming with my family, I couldn’t help the anger that consumed me. Why the fuck would Trinity add them to the damn FaceTime call?! That’s supposed to be family, she posed to have my back! And she knows how much I love Moriah, so why would she try and sabotage that shit?! “Josh, you good? You ain’t even touch yo shot, uce.” “Yea, I’m good. Aye, uh, Trin lemme holla at you real quick.” I inquired stepping onto the patio as she followed suit.

Closing the door behind me, I watched her scowl as she crossed her arms. “Did you tell Moriah some rumor about me messing with Zelina?” “Oh, that wasn’t no damn rumor. I saw that bullshit with my own two eyes, Joshua! How could you?!” She scolded pinching my arms as I swatted her away. “Aye, look! I don’t know what the hell you saw, but you gotta fix this shit! She done moved outta the house and all!” “I don’t have to do shit, Josh!! Moriah saw you fucking Zelina and she left a toxic situation, as she should!!!! You have dog walked that poor girl for years, and we’re all sick of it! If you want it fixed, grow up and do it yourself!" Watching John come out the back door, he looked between us in confusion. "We getting ready to head out. Y'all good?" "Yea babe, let's go." She said before giving me a disappointed glance and heading out.

Chilling in the VIP section at the club, I nursed my bottle of Hennessy as I vibed out to the music booming. Trinity's words were really doing a number on my brain. The fuck she mean I be dog walking Moriah?! I ain't damn toxic! Man, she don't know shit about what me and my girl got going. Looking up, I saw her side eyeing me as she grinded on John cause me to kiss my teeth and pull out my phone. Scrolling through IG, I spotted a post of Mo's that immediately got my attention as I sat up in my spot.

@justmoriah: I'm never optional, but I always keep an option😏

"Mane, hell nah!" "Wassup, Uce?" Jacob and Zilla asked. "You seen this shit, Mo posting? Showing off my shit like she done lost her damn mind? Got me fucked up." I ranted showing them her latest post. "Damnnnn, Mo! She getting down like that?" Zilla joked causing me to snatch my phone back as I mugged him. "Shit ain't funny! She ain't even talking to me right now! Her girls done put some bullshit in her head that I'm messing around on her." "Well are you?" "I mean, I fucked up a couple times, but I ain't did shit recently." "Jey! Heyyyy, baby!" Zelina cooed walking into the section and kissing my cheek before taking a spot on my lap. "Sup, girl?" "I missed you! Can I get a shot?" She bit her lip as I saw everyone else giving me the side eye. "Uh, yea, sure." I nodded avoiding their stares as I looked toward the bar and noticed Moriah gazing at me with the most hateful expression while Melanie and Damian tried talking to her. FUCK!!!!!!!!

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Snooze

Author Note: I am just offloading all my one shots I have in the drafts lol. This is a part two to my CARE one shots, with Josh and Solana. Read the first part linked here. Based off the song Snooze by SZA <3

Warning: None, just Fluff

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC

Word Count: 3,162

Face claim - SZA

I can't lose when I'm with you... I can't just snooze and miss the moment... You just too important... Nobody do body like you do..you do...

The vocal booth felt suffocating. Solana ripped off her headphones, the unfinished track echoing in the sudden silence. A frustrated groan escaped her lips as she rubbed her temples, the elusive melody still stubbornly out of reach. Ken paused the recording, his brow furrowed with concern. "Lana, what's up? You've been...off all morning."

Solana looked up, her eyes heavy. She couldn't hide it anymore. "It's...Josh." The name hung in the air, weighted with unspoken tension. They'd clashed two nights ago, a messy tangle of missed calls, misinterpreted texts, and the aching loneliness of forced distance. A stupid fight, really, born from the very thing they both hated: being apart.

Now, a wall of silence stood between them. He'd resorted to calling their kids' iPads just to hear their voices, a hollow substitute for a real conversation. She knew the demands of their careers, the constant travel, the unavoidable separations. But knowing it didn't make the emptiness any less real, or the stubborn refusal to pick up the phone any easier to bear. The frustration with the song was just a symptom, a manifestation of the deeper ache in her heart.

Solana was just missing her man. 

Wanting to just be up under him. It didn't make it better that she was going on tour soon. With it being Wrestlemania season, that means Josh would be spending more time on the road than at home. 

"Yeah I'm good Ken" she gave him a slight smile. Hoping that it was enough for him.

He slowly nodded, leaning forward on the sound board. "Alright then, sing that note like need to girl" making Solana laugh a bit. 

She nodded putting the headphones back on. She closed her eyes, letting the soft beat consume her. She started belting out the lyrics to the song. Before she knew it she sung through the whole song. No breaks. 

"Now that's what I'm talkin' bout" Solana eyes popped open at the deep raspy voice. A tiny gasp coming from her. Shocked to see her husband-- who wasn't supposed to be home til next week-- standing before her. Ken no longer in the studio. Josh tilted his head as he stared right back at her. "You just gon' stare or come out that booth?."

Solana reacted instantly. The music cut off abruptly as she ripped the headphones from her ears, the cushioned cups clattering against the far wall. She bolted from the sound booth, a whirlwind of pent-up energy, and launched herself into Josh's waiting arms. He caught her easily, his strong arms wrapping around her as she clung to him, her legs instinctively locking around his waist.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and relief. She leaned back slightly, her gaze searching his, though her legs remained securely wrapped around him. "You're not supposed to be home for another week."

"I know," he nodded, his eyes warm and reassuring. "But I didn't like how our conversation went the other day, and I needed to talk to you face-to-face."

Solana slid down, her feet touching the ground, but she remained nestled within the circle of his arms. "Yeah, I didn't like it either." She guided him towards the plush, worn couch in the corner of the studio, and they sank into its soft cushions. Solana instinctively draped her legs across his lap, a familiar gesture of comfort. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice laced with sincerity. "I shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me. I should have just talked to you calmly about how I was feeling."

Josh nodded, his hand gently stroking her leg. "You have to tell me how you're feeling baby" His voice sincere. 

Solana rested her head on her hand, propped up on the back of the couch, her gaze drifting towards the ceiling. "I guess," she paused, searching for the right words, "it might seem silly, but honestly, we've been apart for weeks, and I just...missed you so much."

"I've been missin' you too, ma," he said, his voice soft and husky. "We've both been crazy busy lately, but I promise, there's never a second I don't think bout you, bout y'all."

"I know that, babe," she replied, her eyes dropping to her hands, where she nervously twirled the delicate wedding band on her finger. "It's just...the distance gets hard sometimes."

Josh used his index finger to lift her gaze to his. "It's hard for me too. If I could lay up under you all day you know I would" Solana let out a soft laugh as he gazed into her eyes. "That's why I'm here, to steal you away"

Solana lifted her eyebrow in confusion "What you mean?"

"I mean we got a private to catch in a few hours so you need to go pack" Josh could see that she was about to protest and quickly cut her off "I ain't takin' no for an answer, so you might as well cut that out"

She playfully rolled her eyes as they both stood up. "How you gon' tell me to just pack up and leave on short notice?"

"Cause I run shit round here" he laid a playful smack to her backside, earning him a glare from Solana. She grabbed all her things before they made the trip back home. Josh had already dropped the kids off with her mom. 

Solana was on the floor of her closet, confused on what to pack. Josh walked in with his bag in his hand. "You didn't even tell me where we're going so I know what to bring"

"Just bring your bathing suits," he leaned against the doorframe of the closet. "actually just bring nothing at all"

Solana playfully smacked her teeth as Josh laughed, dodging the shirt she threw his way. She quickly finished packing, bringing her bag-- along with her purse-- downstairs. They loaded up in the car making the hour drive to the airport, going through the private entrance to get to the plane. 

Once settled on the plane, Solana looked out the window, sipping the champagne the flight attended served her moments ago. When they were up in the air she quickly cuddled up next to Josh.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" 

"Nope you just gon' have to wait til we land in a couple hours" Solana rolled her eyes jokingly, but hissed when Josh landed a smack to her ass. "Don't be rollin' yo' eyes girl"

She hit his chest lightly before placing her head back on his shoulder. They stayed that way for the rest of the flight before hearing the pilot announce that they will be landing soon. 

Solana bat her eyes as she began waking up. The morning sun blinding her momentarily as her vision tried to adjust. 

She felt the weight of Josh's arms wrapped around her bare waist, turning around to face him. Cuddling more into him, she sighed in contentment. Josh's gripped around her tightened as he began to wake up too. 

"Good Morning" Solana leaned her head up, pecking his lips. 

"Good Morning Ma," Josh rasped out, "how long you been up?"

"Only for a moment," she closed her eyes laying her head on his chest. 

Josh could feel her breathing begin to even out. "Don't go back to sleep, we got plans today"

Solana groaned lowly "I don't want to do anything today but lay here with you" making Josh laughed lowly. 

"Trust me I want to lay here with yo' ass too," he placed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "But we got plans so we got to get up" 

Josh unwrapped his arms from her waist getting out of bed. The sudden coldness made Solana pull the covers up over her shoulders. When Josh walked around to her side, he pulled on the cover landing a smack to her exposed cheeks. "Get that ass up"

Solana groan as she turned over, laying there for a few moments before getting up. Slowly walking due to the dull ache between her legs. As she passed Josh she heard him laugh lowly. That abruptly stopped when she sent a glare his way. 

Solana scrutinized her reflection, ensuring her makeup was flawless, her wavy hair a soft, tousled frame. Josh was whisking her away, a continuation of their indulgent Fiji escape. He'd been relentlessly spoiling her, and she wasn't about to complain.

As she applied the final touch of gloss, Josh filled the doorway, his broad frame silhouetted against the soft light. "Ready, baby?" his voice, a low, resonant rumble, vibrated through her.

"Ready," she murmured, her gaze tracing the lines of his handsome silhouette. He crossed the room, his presence filling the space, and trapped her against the counter, his hands bracketing her.

His eyes, dark and intense, met hers in the mirror, igniting a blush. "You look beautiful," he breathed, his warm breath ghosting over her ear.

She turned, her smile radiant. "Thank you, handsome." A quick, playful kiss turned into a deeper embrace as his hands slid down her back, tightening at her waist, pulling her flush against him. She broke the kiss, breathless.

"We have plans," she teased, a playful lilt in her voice.

He groaned softly, releasing her. "Lucky we do." He took her hand, leading her from the suite into the balmy Fijian air.

Their day unfolded like a dream: snorkeling in turquoise waters, island hopping under the vibrant sun, culminating in a secluded beach dinner.

Solana gasped, the sight of the candlelit setup taking her breath away. The gentle lapping of waves created an intimate symphony. "You planned all this?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Josh's proud smirk answered her. "Anything for you, aulelei" he murmured, his words warm against her skin. He guided her to the plush blanket, where dinner awaited.

"You've truly outdone yourself," she said, her voice filled with admiration.

He playfully scrunched his eyebrows. "Don't act surprised. I can be romantic." making her laugh. They dined, their conversation light and easy, the sound of the ocean a constant backdrop.

After dinner, a comfortable silence settled between them. Josh's gaze lingered on her, admiring the way the wind danced through her hair.

"What are you staring at?" she asked, a playful smirk curving her lips.

"I can't look you?" he countered, his eyes twinkling. He held out his hand. "Come here."

She slipped onto his lap, straddling him, his hands finding their familiar place on her lower back. "Let's make a promise," he said, his voice serious. "No matter the distance, we'll have each other. We'll talk, we'll check in."

"promise," she echoed, her smile soft. She extended her pinky, and he laughed, interlocking his with hers. He pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss, sealing their promise under the starlit Fijian sky.

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Lana Outside focuses on the Inside ❤️

Solana found herself back in the studio a few days after returning from the trip. Josh going back on the road, both keeping the promise they made on the beach that night. 

Ken walked into the room, going over to the soundboard before turning towards her, "you ready to finish that song" 

"Nah," Solana shook her head "I got a new song I want to do" she smiled as she tapped her pencil on her notepad. 

Solana leaned over in the mirror, checking to make sure her hair and makeup was good, til she heard a knock at the door. "Come in"

"Mommy!" The sound of her children's voices sent a wave of warmth through her. Turning, she was met with two small figures rushing towards her, their arms wrapping around her legs in a tight, eager embrace. 

"Hey, babies," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine joy. She knelt, pulling them into a hug that squeezed a little too tightly, but she didn't care. It had been weeks since the tour began, weeks since she'd held them like this. She pressed soft kisses to the tops of their heads, savoring the familiar scent of their hair. When she finally looked up, her heart skipped a beat. Josh stood in the doorway, his eyes meeting hers, and a familiar flutter of butterflies erupted in her stomach.

After coaxing the kids onto the plush couch with their iPads, promising them a post-show treat, Solana slowly rose to her feet. She watched as Josh's gaze traveled over her, taking in the sequined one-piece that hugged her curves. The outfit was a statement, a bold declaration of her confidence, and she could see the appreciation in his eyes.

For a moment, they stood in a silent tableau, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, with a slow, deliberate saunter, Josh closed the distance between them. His towering figure loomed over her, and she felt that familiar sense of being both protected and desired. "Hey, stranger," she said, her voice a soft murmur, breaking the silence with a smile. 

He wrapped his arms around her, the familiar weight of his embrace a comforting anchor. "Hey, superstar," he murmured back, his voice a low rumble. "Think you could spare a few minutes for a couple of your number one fans?"

"I'll always make time for you all," she replied, her eyes searching his. She leaned up, connecting their lips in a kiss that was both tender and charged, a silent acknowledgment of the weeks they'd spent apart. FaceTime calls, while appreciated, couldn't replicate the warmth of his touch, the feeling of his lips on hers.

The moment was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. "Hey, Lana, you're up in a few minutes," Maria, her tour manager, announced. 

Solana nodded, a flicker of professional focus returning. She turned to her children, giving them each a quick kiss. "Mommy has to go now, but I'll be right back." Then, turning back to Josh, she added, "I've got a new song I'm singing tonight. You'll know it when you hear it."

He nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "We'll be waiting right here for you."

With a final, lingering glance at her family, Solana slipped out of the dressing room, just as the intro to her first song filled the backstage area. She took a deep breath, ready to step into the spotlight, the memory of their embrace fueling her performance.

Solana stood in the middle of the stage, slightly out of breath as she took in the energy from the crowd. 

A wide, genuine smile spread across her face. "How we feeling tonight?" she called out, her voice amplified, yet still warm and intimate. The response was immediate, a thunderous cheer that vibrated through the floorboards. She scanned the sea of faces, a kaleidoscope of lights and expressions, each one a testament to the shared experience of the night. Her gaze drifted towards the stage exit, and she spotted Josh, his silhouette outlined against the backstage shadows. A soft, knowing smile curved her lips, and she sent him a quick, private smile, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between them.

Turning back to the audience, she felt a surge of anticipation. "Tonight," she announced, her voice filled with a quiet excitement, "I have a new song I want y'all to hear. It's…it's a little different from what we've done so far." She paused, letting the words hang in the air, building the anticipation. "It's called 'Snooze.'"

A hush fell over the crowd, a collective intake of breath, as the band began to play the opening melody. The first few notes were soft, ethereal, a gentle shift in the atmosphere. The driving rhythms of the previous songs faded, replaced by a smooth, sensual groove. The stage lights dimmed, casting a warm, amber glow, and the vibe of the night shifted, slowed, became more intimate, more personal. It was a song of quiet comfort, of finding solace in another's embrace, and Solana was ready to share that feeling with every soul in the room.

I'll touch that fire for you I do that three, four times again, I testify for you I told that lie, I'd kill that bitch I do what all of them around you scared to do, I'm not Long as you juggin' out here for me, I got it

Solana really got into the song. Josh, standing backstage, was mesmerized. Not only by her performance, but by her ability to captivate the audience. A wave of pride washed over him as he watched his wife command the stage. Beside him, their two kids, Maya and Liam, bounced excitedly, their eyes wide with adoration.

The final notes of the song faded, the crowd’s roar washing over Solana like a tidal wave. She held the pose, the spotlight a warm embrace, before finally lowering the mic and flashing a dazzling smile. The band launched into the instrumental outro, a signal for her to exit stage left.

Backstage, the energy shifted from electric to a quiet hum of organized chaos. Stagehands moved with practiced efficiency, and her backup dancers were already gathering for the next number. But all Solana saw was Josh and their kids.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a soft smile playing on his lips. Mia and Liam were practically vibrating with excitement. He pushed off the wall, Liam grabbing his leg, and Mia held his hand, as they walked towards her, the noise of the backstage area fading into a dull background buzz.

"You were incredible," he said, his voice low, a rumble only she could hear. 

Mia and Liam echoed him, "Mommy you were so good!"

Solana felt a wave of relief and pure joy wash over her. "Thank you," she breathed, the adrenaline still thrumming in her veins. "Did you like it?"

He closed the remaining distance, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Like it? Solana, you poured your soul into that song. I loved it. And so did these two." He gestured toward their kids, who were both beaming.

She felt a blush creep up her neck, despite the heat of the stage lights. "It's about you, about us," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Josh's eyes softened even further. "I know," he said, his gaze locked on hers. "And it's perfect."

"Mommy you were so pretty!" Mia exclaimed, breaking the intimate moment, but in a sweet way.

A stagehand called out, "Solana, two minutes!"

The urgency of the moment snapped them back to reality, but the intimacy lingered. She needed to change, and fast.

"Ok" she turned back towards Josh, gesturing towards the costume rack. "Once mommy is done we'll get that treat ok?" Mia and Liam nodded, giving their mother a final hug.

"Go," he said, stepping back slightly, but his hand lingered on her arm for a moment longer. "We'll be right here."

As she rushed to change, the lyrics of her song echoed in her mind, each word a testament to the feeling that pulsed between them. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep in her bones, that no matter the roar of the crowd, no matter the distance the tour put between them, their connection was the quiet, unwavering heartbeat beneath it all. And in that backstage moment, with Josh and their kids' warm gazes on her, she knew she was home.

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[hagfishviperfish]

eieudururururuffggh… it’s definitely along the lines of limerence. u think its fine when ur sitting together, it’s actualized that this is someone you could never be together with, and really he’s not all that glittering attractive in terms of someone you would want to be in a relationship with anyway. but then there’s the twofold dream of living with him, then wandering around a city aimless with the thought resounding “i love you so much please text me back”

i think it’s a sign of needing to reconcile something in myself but i don’t know what. i am left with these feelings that i do not know how to deal with. i desire him so much but he is not present. he never will be. it’s just how he is. i don’t know why he’s worth it in terms of my brain/heart. as i said, there are so many things about him that are extremely unattractive in terms of a relationship. This is a consequence of coming back into his life, but really this was happening anyway, in the past two years. it was so nice to just sit with him and not want for more, except i feel bad drawing him to speak to me but that’s fine

i don’t trust him with anything in the world, i feel that i don’t really know who he is, if he’s even a real person — but also that it’s so simple and he’s much more simple than i think. except it’s just that i don’t know. i can only assume and assume and theorize because he’s never around. i don’t know why i wish to know him specifically. Maybe it’s an ego thing. Maybe it’s an issue.

I had a dream that i think was a sequel to an existing dream but i dont know. It was like. I was adopted by the queen and king of england, they looked over me and raised me for a bit. And eventually i had to go back home to my mother. This dream was the sequel where I come back to see them again and see how every influence I had on their castle and lives and everything was stripped away and muttered about as ill-fashion— “oh, that old thing.” whereas i looked up to them so much, i was devoted and dedicated so much to them. they taught me how to dance, i taught the king jokes, things like so.

upon seeing all the ways i meant nothing to them I proceeded to have a breakdown in the dream, taking it out on them, everyone around me, tearing things down, playing into the ill worth they regarded me with by giving them something to be actually disgusted by.

My ex was there— he was there because he heard it was me, on the news, in the rumors, and came to witness. he was talking to people about me, telling them who i was and who he was, *defending* me. Which was crazy. So fond. but when i really think about it I think he was there because ultimately being the child of the queen of england and then coming back to see i meant nothing felt like what it was like to be in a relationship with him.

Why i am drawn to people i mean nothing to. I dont know. why their validation in my worth means so much. i dont know. why i see my worth through others. i dont know. this is what i need to reconcile in myself but. i don’t know. How. I even feel like its fine most of the time, but then i look up to someone and it all comes back.

I just wish he cared about me enough to come by. But he doesnt and i need to find someone who does. Thats the path i’m trying to take. It’s just sorrowful. What also overtakes me sometimes is that when he’s not there, he claims to be thinking of me. Stalking my twitter. Watching what i’m doing wherever. Songs that make him think about me. Which kind of makes it worse. All of that and it’s still not enough to draw him near. He was right in saying I am someone that needs someone to be there for me and it was hardly a kindness that he let go of me when saying that, especially considering the circumstances, but at least he could admit he was not that person. it’s this wish i have that i need to reconcile. the fact that it exists at all. I wish it could go away, I’ve been trying to make it go away, forcing it to by looking at all the facts and realities, but yet its still here, I don’t know how to change, I need to be strong

[moeblob]

Ringleader (Fake) : I'm just so cute and tiny! Who can say! Ringleader (Real) : ...wait, he's not bisexual? Fake: what? Real: what?

[kiyoomiee]

part one. part two. part three. part four.

boxer!sukuna who’s a menace in and out of the ring. Even with a bit of blood on his face, he didn’t hesitate to wink and point a finger at you when they finally announced that he’s the champion for match.

He didn’t even bother to wait for his heavyweight championship belt, he got out of the ring and went straight to where you were.

boxer!sukuna who forgets that all eyes were on him as he lifted you up and hugged you. The Sukuna, letting everyone see this side of him all because of you.

“I’m so proud of you ‘kuna.” You buried your face on his neck. You were avoiding the blinding lights of camera flashes, getting all red and shy under Sukuna’s hold.

“Sukuna! How do you feel now that you’ve won the championship again?”

“How did you prepare yourself for this season?”

“Are you in a relationship?”

“Sukuna! Tell us something about her!”

The reporters threw questions left and right. But Sukuna only smiled, his eyes still locked on you.

“She’s the girl I’ve been obsessed with for so long, and I plan to make her mine.”

boxer!sukuna who can’t get his hands off of you during his celebratory dinner party. His large palm alternated between touching your thigh and your waist, grinning as he saw you blush.

“Stop it Ryo.” You whispered against his ear when his fingers crept up higher on your thigh.

“Ryo? That’s a new one baby.” Fuck, he loves it when you give him nicknames.

“You’re drunk aren’t you? You’re gonna forget about this in the morning.”

“Not drunk, ‘m just so in love with you.” You saw how his pupils dilated as he stared at your lips.

Weirdly enough, he hasn’t initiated anything more and always stuck with touching you even during your date with him.

You can’t get that day out of your head. Sukuna spared no expense just to make everything perfect. He even reserved an entire restaurant just so he could have you all to himself that night.

“Sukuna, why haven’t you tried to kiss me yet?” You asked as your eyes went from his eyes down to his lips.

Noticing your little act, he licked his lower lip before he answered-

“Because it won’t end with just kissing. Plus, I’m trying to be respectful until you get comfortable with me.” His ears turned red as he looked away.

You did it. You had the Ryōmen Sukuna shy and flustered under your gaze.

“So you don’t want to kiss me?” He looked back at you with a scowl.

“Fuck baby, are you kidding? I wanted to kiss you since the day we met.���

“Hmm, should I let you kiss me though?” You drew circles on his thigh using your nails to tease him.

His hand touched your chin while his other arm captures your waist to pull you closer against him. Then he does something you’d never expect, he begs.

“Please let me kiss you, baby. Been wanting it for so long.”

With your nod of approval, he wasted no time and went straight in. Finally, feeling your lips against his made him groan. You gasped when you felt his hand on your thigh, trying to find the outline of your panties as a payback for teasing him. He used that chance to dive his tongue in your mouth.

Your body felt hot all over. Giving into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. How you managed to fight back your desire for him for so long, you’d never know.

It was clear that Sukuna savored the feeling of your lips against his so much, that you had to push against his chest just so you could breath.

“Damn you Sukuna, let me breathe.” You panted against him.

Not listening to your words, he gives you a peck one more time and finishes with a chaste kiss against the pulse point under your ear.

“We need to leave.” The urgency in his tone left you confused.

“What? Why?”

“It’s your fault baby. I tried to warn you that it won’t end with a kiss.”

“But it’s your party, we can’t just leave!”

“Trust me, we have to leave or I’ll fucking come in my pants. Plus, the paparazzi already has enough pictures of us kissing.” You were sure the two of you will be in front of the headlines once again.

“But I like kissing you.” You pouted.

“Then let’s go home right now baby. You’ll love me after you spend the night in my bed.”

[fable-x4]

Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.

1 note- I'll go drink water

10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself

50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.

100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt

500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!

1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans

2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.

5k - try to get therapy/psychologist

10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)

50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)

Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy

I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•

Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.

Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited

My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation

Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.

Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.

I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!

Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.

[luveline]

Shy!reader and post prison Spence - the first time he calls her a pet name? I love that your Spencers always use “honey” or “dove” or “love” and we know she’d be a mess.

P.S. completely agree with how much I love the gentleness of your characters. The way you write Spencer in love is literally my favorite

ty for requesting <3 fem

“Are you sure it’s okay?” 

Spencer holds a hanging strap. You hold your own, core tense with the movement of the train. “I think I would’ve mentioned it before you got on the train if it weren’t.” 

You nod, glancing around the traincar at the other passengers. There's a stout lady wearing a large fluffy sweater, turquoise with two white kittens at her chest nuzzling one another in knit. A man with three bags of groceries sits just beside her. Further down, a teenage girl listens to music through leaking headphones, her phone reflecting blue light on her cheeks. 

“But are you sure I won’t be an imposition?” 

“You aren’t usually. I guess we won’t know until we get there.” 

“Maybe I should just find a hotel for the night.” 

“Y/N, I’m kidding. You’re not an imposition, it won’t be a problem. There’s enough room at my apartment for you to stay however long you want. Between all the books, that is.” 

It’s just not something you pictured asking him for. Your kitchen flooded in your apartment and the landlord had to put you up in a hotel until he could get someone in to make sure the stove wasn’t about to explode or catch light. But the idea of a hotel is rough torture —somewhere unfamiliar, living out of a suitcase, surrounded by people you don’t know without a door that locks properly. Spencer caught you sweating over it at your desk, pulling the story from you in reluctant drags with a hand on your shoulder. 

It’ll be okay, he said, you can just stay with me. 

Which is relieving and somehow a new can of worms to deal with. At least at a hotel there was no chance of seeing Spencer in a towel. Spencer seeing you in a towel, in your pyjamas, without your formal office protections. 

The worst part is the excitement. 

Terrified he’ll see it on your face, you stare at your shoes next to his. Spencer… Everyone told you he was a dork. When you joined the team in his absence, not once did you get the impression that the man who’d be coming back was like this. You feel like he’d been infantilised. Which isn’t to say he isn’t a dork, he is, he tells you the strangest things, facts or statistics to accompany each topic of the day, and he has all the manners and chivalry of someone who knows what it’s like to be as painfully shy as you are. But he isn’t shy. 

Autistic, he’d confided once. Probably. I’m better at dealing with it now. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

“Nervous.” 

“I know.” He grasps your arm as the train screeches on tracks, turning a tight bend. You’re grateful, but immediately flushed with heat. 

“I don’t want to embarrass myself.” 

“You couldn’t. I think I know you too well already.”

“You’ve known me for less time than the rest of the team, but you were the first person to offer me a place to stay.” You clench the rickety handle of your suitcase. “Thank you.” 

“That’s okay, angel.” He says it simply and softly, like you really are an angel. Something breathless to wait with. 

Angel, you think, heart skipping a beat, pulse slow and then suddenly ramped. 

His arm slips behind your back. “I don’t want you to stay in a hotel if it’s going to scare you. Besides, it’ll be fun. Like a sleepover.” He laughs. And you, despite your flush, heat sinking across your chest like a bruise, manage to laugh back. “I’ve never had one before.” 

“What?” 

“Never had a sleepover. I didn’t have any friends in school, and I haven’t had a girlfriend stay the night before.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, expecting a retraction. Not that you’re my girlfriend, not that you’re anything like that at all. 

He smiles at you. “Should we get takeout?”

“What were you thinking?” 

“There’s an Indian restaurant between the station and my apartment? We can stop in. Or we can order something to come. Or I can cook, if you want home cooked.” 

“No, it’s fine, you don’t have to cook–”

His lips turn to a quizzical pout. “I don’t mind.”

You want him to call you angel again. You want him to take you home, make you dinner, and you want to sleepover. Like a girlfriend, you want to wake up in his bed. 

“Sorry,” you breathe, “I think I’m just tired.” 

“Are you sure?” You nod. “Alright. I was worried you didn’t like the pet name, but your pupils dilated when I said it–”

You can’t escape him. One hand in the hanging strap above, the over on your suitcase handle, you have no choice but to stand there with his arm around you to keep you from falling, face so hot with it that you’re sure you’d be feverish to the touch. “It’s fine,” you say, too afraid to look at his face that you end up staring at the nice shape of his throat, his black and purple tie. “Call me what you want. Um, I think we should get Indian.” 

“Good choice, angel.” 

[tbaluver]

Husband/ Father Headcanons- The Love And DeepSpace Men

order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader genre: fluff fluff a/n: hihi lovelies! i apologize that my reqs are coming supa late but i should finish and post them so soon after my school semester ends! i literally have so many in my drafts (╥﹏╥) i usually overthink my reqs which is why i take super long but here's some husband material to feed you all for now i hope ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ talk to you all so soon mwah (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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Xavier:

He loves doing simple things with you like going to the supermarket. He’s read somewhere on the internet that that's what married couples are supposed to do on earth.

Morning routines with Xavier are always so warm and sweet. As you both get ready for the day, he’ll take your hand, carefully adjusting your wedding ring before giving it a soft kiss.

Whenever your newborn baby starts crying just as you’re both about to eat, he always prioritizes you. He’ll reassure you that you can go ahead and eat without him and enjoy your meal, promising you that he’ll take care of the baby.

You and Xavier share a special inside joke just between the two of you about the cute sounds your baby makes. Whether it’s the random babbling or their adorable squeals, always brings a smile and laugh to the both of you.

Xavier loves hearing and seeing your child laugh and will do absolutely anything to make them smile whether it’s through tickling, playing peekaboo, pulling silly faces, or using a high pitched voice

Lots of snuggles with you and your baby. You’d have your little one nestled safely right in the middle of the two of you as you all fall into deep slumber. He especially loves having his child rest on his chest while you snuggle up beside him.

Zayne:

Whenever your baby girl starts walking or crawling, he’ll consistently clean the floors of the house multiple times to keep the floor clean for his baby girl and to also have a clean house in general.

Your daughter has her own little kitchen playset because she loves watching either of you cook. Sometimes, while Zayne’s busy with his patients reports, she’ll run up to him with a plate of her plastic food to share her ‘cooking’ with him. He loves to play along to see her adorable smile, pretending to savor it and tell her how delicious it is.

Whenever it’s a quiet time between the two of you, enjoying each other’s company and doing your own thing, Zayne often reaches over to gently rub his thumb against your wedding ring, often reminiscing about the day you two got married and a small smile curling on his lips.

Anytime you ask him to grab something for you while he’s out, he always goes the extra mile and adds a little something extra for you- and for him as well especially if it’s something sweet. If you ask for the next series of your favorite book you love, he’ll just get the entire collection so you can binge-read it right away. He’ll even pick up a copy of the book you’re currently reading so he can talk about it with you.

Rafayel:

Everyday being married to you feels like a blessing from the gods. He wakes up in the morning to see your beautiful sleeping figure right beside him, wearing the wedding ring on your finger that ties you both together forever. Rafayel always greets you with something cheesy when you wake up like, “Hello my beautiful wife.” with a big smile on his face.

Rafayel flirts with you as if you haven’t been married for a couple years now and often says “I love you” with any chance he gets. “Heyy my lovely gorgeous wife, before you come home, do ya think you can pick me up some extra brushes? I think our little glub glubs hid them again...oh and by the way I love you!”

He always wears his ring. He can’t help but fidget with the ring whenever he starts to miss you, smiling as thinks about the day you both exchanged your vows.

After a long day at work, you can always find your lemurian children running up to greet you with your husband. Sometimes they like to show off their artwork they’ve all made together and most of the time it’s all just for you.

However he can always tell when you’re exhausted and drained, so he’ll gently excuse the kids, assuring them you’ll spend time with them later. For now he’s happy to entertain the children so you can get your rest. He’ll make up a random activity to keep the children busy so he can do small things for you like running a bath or preparing some meals for you

Sylus:

Anytime Sylus and his baby girl are shopping, he’ll always ask her what she wants or what she prefers. He treats her like a princess just like her mommy.

“hmm....pink! no, red!...pink!”

“how about....we get both dear?”

and there’s something so adorable seeing her so happy that makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

Sylus does not mind in any timeline or universe if you’re comfortable being provided for. He can afford it and nothing can hurt his card even if you tried.

As years go by, he’ll make sure your wedding ring isn’t getting worn out or has any chips in it. Not that it would ever get worn off from its high quality. If it does have any problems, he’s quick to get it fixed, making sure that your ring will always shine with you.

Before you both unwind for the night, he’ll gently kiss the back of your hand where your wedding ring rests, before slowly slipping it off for the night.

Anytime you’re home from a long day of work, he’s already outside waiting for you to take out things in your car so you don’t have to carry anything.

After a long shift, you can always come home to find a warm dinner waiting for you with your favorite drink. The house would be clean and your baby girl is already tucked in. He’ll sit by you at the dining table, a glass in his hand, sharing stories about his day or simply listening as you tell him about yours.

Caleb:

Caleb absolutely treasures being a father. He became the father that he wished he had, present and involved in every moment. Whether it’s cheering from the sidelines at their games or helping with their homework ( without yelling and making them cry at the kitchen table ), or just listening when they need to talk, he’s always there for his kids. He’s just as devoted to you, always making sure you feel as supported and loved.

Caleb is the type of husband that would wake up early or stay up late to make sure your lunch is ready for work the next day. He knows exactly how you like your meals, carefully preparing each dish and packing it with everything you need. He does the same for his kids, packing their lunch boxes the night before with their favorite snacks and an apple.

Playtime is a must with his kids. He believes in letting his kids experience the joy of childhood to its fullest. The living room is always filled with the sound of his laughter as he lifts them high into the air, making airplane noises or chasing them around the house from their made-up games. He would also make sure to keep track of their growth, marking their heights on the wall.

Once all the kids are tucked in bed and actually asleep, he’ll swoop you in with a kiss. His kisses were always so hungry and sweet and he seriously cannot get enough of you, always wanting more.

“We have food at home” type of father but your kids never mind because he always cooks them whatever they’re craving. His home cooked meals always HIT. The house would be filled with delicious smells that make everyone feel right at home. His love is always served in each and every dish that makes his cooking way more special than going out to eat.

Your home is filled with many memories of your marriage but Caleb has a special place for his favorites. He keeps them up in your shared bedroom so when he wakes up beside you with the cool metal ring around his finger is a reminder that brings him back into reality that he’s married to the love of his life and there is always an escape from his nightmares.

[c0ffeejelly1]

Manhandling him

Multiple character headcannon

Authors note: UGH pls this whole things was for jokes bc I can’t really be that ask to make something I feel is good. Teehee. Also I can mischaracterise all I want okay let a girl dream pls. (POST-TIMESKIP!!)

Warning: man it’s like the smallest hint of the nasty freaky stuff

“Babe, you got something on your face. Let me just…” You reach out to your boyfriend, making him look your way by gripping his chin firmly while you flick away a bit of ‘glitter’ from his cheek. “There you go.”

Strike one.

That was just the beginning of your strange behavior today.

“Hey baby, c’mere I wanna kiss…” you call him over from the other side of the kitchen counter, only to yank on his collar and pull him in for one hell of a snog. “Seriously, you have no business looking this good today.”

Strike two.

Just what was up with you today?

You just got home from work, and as he’s about to sit up to see you, you suddenly push him back down onto the couch, mumbling something about how much you “missed him”.

Strike three.

You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your lips, but then you pause to check out his face.

Perhaps you took this prank too far…

The type to be oddly into it

“…are you hard?”

This snaps your boyfriend out of his thoughts.

He’d never ever ever thought he could find himself in a situation like this. this is the kind of stuff you see in movies, right? I mean, come on!

Just picture how mortifying it is to be turned on from someone mistreating you! It’s pathetic!

He can’t just blurt out, ‘oh hell yeah I’m hard’ in response to that question—why would anyone even think to ask that? What can a guy do in a moment like this except deny it?

“What? N-no!…” He glances away, feeling the weight of your intense gaze. “…maybe?”

When you raise an eyebrow at him, his mask crumbles entirely. There’s no use in pretending.

You’ve already seen right through him, leaving him no option but to retreat into a shadowy corner and disappear.

“Yeah.” He responds, his voice tinged with disappointment. “I…I am.”

Maybe it’s because of the way you handled him like he was nothing that made him so bothered.

Maybe it was the way you looked so desperate to have him that did it for him.

Either way, he’s discovered something about himself he never knew he ever had.

And make no mistake, you were going to exploit this discovery to the fullest.

“Have I told you how much I love you babe?” You pull back from his face after practically devouring it as he stands there, grinning like a lovesick fool, dishes still in hand.

“I think you should tell me more.”

“Wrap up with those dishes, and I’ll give you a demonstration instead.”

Be ready for one hell of a night cowgirl. Wink wink

Charcters: serizawa, armin, EREN, REINER, ukai, ATSUMU, Osamu, Gojo, CHOSO, leviathan, SATAN, DIAVOLO, IIDA, denki, tamaki, CHILDE, Cyno, sanji, LAW

The type to think you’ve finally gone crazy

you call out to him, noticing he seems lost in his phone. Yet, oddly enough, he flinches slightly every time you speak.

This reaction occurs whenever you draw near him, as if your voice startles him, even when you're just a breath away. It’s not that he dislikes your voice; rather, it feels like he’s a bit intimidated by you now.

What happened to the confident guy who was with you just two days ago? Why does he seem to be tiptoeing around you like a child with a fragile toy?

“Y/N…is everything alright?” He approaches you cautiously, maintaining a bit of distance, trying to balance his interest with a hint of hesitation. “You’ve been…um, I just wanted to check—are you upset with me?”

“Upset with you?” You set your phone aside, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why would I be upset? Did you do something wrong?”

That’s the very question he’s grappling with. Your passionate touches and fervent kisses have left him bewildered about your feelings.

Are you so enamored that you can’t help yourself, or are you retaliating for something he might have done? Suddenly, a thought strikes him.

“…If this is about how intense things got last night, I’m sorry, but you did ask for it when I warned you I wouldn’t hold back—” His words are cut short as your hand swiftly covers his mouth.

“No! No that’s—just no. It was a prank babe, a trend I saw online” you say, removing your hand and placing both on his shoulders. “Last night has nothing to do with today or any other day.”

“Not even you complaining about being sore?”

“Not even me complaining about…wait I never did that!”

“Yeah buts it’s easy to tell.”

Charcters: REIGEN, giyuu, giyomei, JEAN, KAGEYAMA, hinata, kuroo, OIKAWA, AKAASHI, geto, NANAMI, Solomon, IZUKU, Diluc, LAIOS, zayne, LAW (Sowy I can see him as both)

The type to also manhandle you

Did you honestly believe you could manhandle him without facing the same treatment in return? Come on this is your boyfriend we’re talking about, In fact, I think he’s thrilled that you can boss him around so effortlessly.

So thrilled that he makes it into a competition

“Okay let’s see who tackles the first person on the bed.” His eyes shine with enthusiasm as he confidently places his hands on his hips. “If I win I get to have my way with you, and if you win, you get to have me have my way with you. Deal?”

You pause for a moment to process his words “…uh, how is that fair?”

“What do you mean?” he replies, brushing off your concern with a grin.

“I think it’s perfectly fair. No matter the outcome, you get a nice little reward, right?” His voice dances with mischief as he nudges you playfully with his elbow, clearly trying to elicit a reaction.

You roll your eyes at him, feigning annoyance, before relenting, “I guess it’s not so bad..”

“Exactly! Now, I’m going to count down. Ready? 3…2…” Before you can fully grasp what’s happening, he lunges at you, tackling you onto the bed before he even reaches 1.

“H-hey! That’s cheating, you can’t do that!” But your protests are ignored, your boyfriend already having you wrapped in his warm embrace, his face buried against your neck.

“This is what you get for how you’ve been treating me today.”

“What are you talking about?” You pause for a moment, though you suspect he’s finally caught on to your little scheme. “You mean me kissing you like any normal woman would with the love of her life?”

“No. Just you touching me all weirdly…”

“Don’t say it like that you make me sound like a perv.”

“Maybe cause you are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“…”

“…”

“I’m not.”

Charcters: RENGOKU, tengen, connie, NISHINOYA, hinata (yes again), kuroo (YESSS AGAIN), BOKUTO, TENDOU, MAMMON, DENKI (twice and what), kirishima, ITTO, rafayel, LUFFY

The type…yeah you ain’t doing that

Screw everything I just said in the intro. If you genuinely think you can manhandle this man and succeed. You’re crazy.

“Hey, come here, you’ve got something—” The moment your hand nears his face, he seizes your wrist, staring at you as if you’ve just committed a serious offense.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh…I’m trying to like get the little speck of glitter off your face.”

“We don’t own glitter?”

“Dust then?” He shoots you a skeptical glance.

“…sure.”

So that was an absolute fail…

But you’re not ready to throw in the towel just yet. No way! You just need to bide your time until nightfall, when he’s all soft and cuddly. That’s when you’ll make your move.

As the evening unfolds and you’re prepping for bed in the bathroom, you catch sight of him reaching for something in the cupboard above you. This is your moment. The time to pull him in close and—

SMACK

“The hell? What was that for?” He rubs his forehead, clearly taken aback by your sudden move.

Who knew kissing your boyfriend could be this complicated? Somehow, you ended up colliding headfirst into him, and now he’s clearly fed up with you.

“That wasn’t how it was supposed to go…” you say with a shy smile, nervously scratching the back of your head. “You alright?”

You gently move his hand away from his forehead to check for any damage, and to your surprise, he lets you.

Wait a minute… you actually moved his hand, and he’s okay with it? Is this manhandling? I think it’s manhandling. It’s manhandling.

“…I did it.”

“Did what?”

“I touched you!”

“??”

Pls stop confusing this man he’s already tired enough.

Charcters: dimple, akashi, MIDORIMA, aomine, sanemi, KAGEYAMA (yes again), TSUKISHIMA, iwaizumi, TOJI, LUCIFER, bakugou, AIZAWA, sylus, ZORO,

[harrysfolklore]

oscar piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | oscar smau

Oscar Piastri was known as the introvert and reserved driver on the grid.

While other drivers basked in the spotlight and didn't shy away from sharing details about their personal life, Oscar often preferred to keep his privacy.

However, when it came to his girlfriend, it was a different story altogether.

Oscar was what people called "a total simp" when it came to his girlfriend, always bringing her up in interviews, promo videos and casual conversations, and fans couldn't miss the opportunity to make several compilation videos and tiktoks about it.

The most popular one was called "Oscar Piastri being obsessed with his girlfriend: a compilation" and the 15-minute long video was filled with moments that made fans both awe and laugh.

It started with the clip of the first time he publicly talked about her during a podcast interview, rumors about him not being single were spreading around but nothing was confirmed.

"I do have a girlfriend, yeah," Oscar said, a small smile playing on his face.

"You're not very public, aren't you?" the interviewer asked.

“We keep it to ourselves and try to be out of the spotlight and just live normal lives,” he replied, “We have been dating for over four years now, she has been there for me since the start of my career and I couldn't imagine my life without her. She's my biggest supporter and keeps me grounded.”

The next video showed Oscar and Lando sitting next to each other wearing their McLaren shirts, filming a game called "Green flag or Red flag."

"Picky eaters," the interviewer asked and Lando immediately waved the green flag.

"He's a very picky eater that's why," Oscar said, making Lando laugh, "But, what if they eat fish, cause you hate fish."

Lando dramatically raised the red flag, making everybody laugh again.

"You wouldn't date a pescatarian then," the interviewer said.

"No," Lando shook his head, "They shouldn't be here."

"My girlfriend's a pescatarian, actually," Oscar said, looking at his teammate with a raised eyebrow, "I'll pass that on to her.”

"Noooo mate!" Lando immediately shook his head, waving his hands in mock horror, "Don't tell her I said that, I don't want to be in trouble with your missus! She's a lovely girl."

"She is indeed, but I don't think she'll like you very much after this."

The next segment was from his "Day in the Life" video with Quad Lock, where Oscar gave fans a glimpse into his daily routine. In one particular clip, he was in the kitchen making breakfast.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Oscar said with a cheeky grin as he poured pancake batter onto a hot griddle, "My girlfriend loves pancakes, so I make them every Sunday. It's become sort of a tradition for us."

The camera then panned to a candid shot of his girlfriend, who was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee and smiling fondly at Oscar. She blew him a kiss, which Oscar caught with a playful wink.

"There she is, sitting pretty while I play housewife."

The next clip in the compilation was from a press conference, where a journalist asked him how he manages to stay focused with such a demanding schedule.

"Having a supportive partner really helps," Oscar said earnestly, "She understands the pressures and the demands of the job. She’s my rock and makes everything a lot easier."

"Does it get hard for her when your schedule is too busy for your relationship?"

"My schedule is never too busy for my girlfriend, I always make sure to make time for her. That's why we've been going strong for four years now."

Another McLaren game with Lando was included, this time they were playing Finish the Lyric with Taylor Swift songs.

"Do you feel confident about this game, Oscar?" Lando asked his teammate.

"I do, actually," Oscar nodded confidently, "My girlfriend is a huge Taylor Swift fan so I know a lot of her songs."

"We should get your girl to come and play then," Lando teased.

"She'd probably beat us both, hands down. But I'm not giving up just yet." Oscar chuckled, shaking his head.

The compilation video then transitioned to a moment in the McLaren garage before the first quali of the Hungary Grand Prix. Oscar was off to the side, chatting with his girlfriend, who had joined him for the event.

They seemed to be in their own little bubble, Oscar's attention completely focused on her and his smile wide as he listened to her talk. The camera captured a sweet moment where he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about their relationship and fans absolutely melted at the interaction.

The next clip showed Oscar at a fan event in Australia, hundreds of fans gathered to meet the drivers and see them up close, Oscar was answering questions from the interviewers when he suddenly addressed one of the fans in the front row.

"I've got a girlfriend, thank you," he said into the microphone, making everyone laugh but look confused at the same time, "For everyone wondering, she just asked what my number was," the crowd laughed again even louder, "But I'm a happily taken man. You're nice but I'm not interested."

In that same event, he got asked what did he miss the most from the UK when he was back in Australia.

"My girlfriend," he immediately said, "Other than that the food is better here, the weather is better here. So my girlfriend, that's it."

The following video was also a fan interaction, this time it was a fan recorded video while he was signing stuff for those waiting for him as he arrived to the paddock for the Austin Grand Prix.

Oscar was signing autographs and taking pictures, when a fan handed him a photo of him and his girlfriend from a race weekend.

"Oh, this is a great picture," Oscar said, grinning as he looked at the photo. "This was taken at Silverstone, right? It was her first time at a race with me. She loved it."

"What's her favorite part about the races?" The fan smiled and asked.

"Probably the adrenaline and seeing me in action," Oscar chuckled, "But she also loves hanging out in the paddock. She gets along really well with everyone here."

The next clip showcased Oscar during a Twitch stream, where he was playing a racing simulator. His girlfriend walked into the room, and the chat exploded with excitement.

"Hey, love," Oscar greeted her, pausing the game.

"Am I interrupting you?" she softly asked.

"Nope, come here," he encouraged to come closer, "Everyone, this is my girlfriend," she waved at the camera, and Oscar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into the frame. "She's the reason I'm still sane," he joked, earning a kiss on the cheek from her.

The video included one of everyone's favorite interactions between the couple, captured by McLaren's instagram team.

Oscar had just finished a quiali, earning a P2 position, the camera caught as he reunited with his girlfriend who threw her arms around his neck as soon as she saw him.

"Hiii," he shyly said, a hint of a blush on his cheeks.

"You did such a great job, baby," she said, still wrapped around his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I couldn’t have done it without you cheering me on," he replied, his voice soft and genuine.

The final clip was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Oscar stood on the stage, dressed in a sharp suit, the Rookie of the Year trophy shining in his hands.

"First of all, I want to thank my team, McLaren, for believing in me and giving me the opportunity," Oscar began, his voice steady but emotional, "But most importantly, I want to thank my girlfriend. She's been my rock through it all, supporting me every step of the way. This award is as much hers as it is mine."

The camera panned to his girlfriend, sitting in the audience with tears in her eyes, smiling proudly. The fans watching the livestream couldn't help but gush over the touching moment.

As the compilation ended, the screen faded to black with the text, "Oscar Piastri: The Ultimate Simp, and Proud of It."

[suskz]

Saw jockchan x nerd reader. I was wondering if you could write something about swim captain Chan x quiet female reader ?

pairing: SwimCaptain!Chan x Quiet!fem!Reader

t/w: smut ; semi-public sex ; secret relationship ; oral (f!rec) ; jealousy ; exhibitionism kink (but no exhibitionism) ; unprotected sex (be smarter, don’t do that).

w/c: around 1,8k

a/n: It’s 1:45 a.m. here, I’m going to sleep now. Hope you like it! ♡

18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

There are 25 minutes left until the end of the training session when you arrive.

"Come see me at training today, it will bring me luck for tomorrow’s championship." This was his sweet request this afternoon, and you naturally said yes; it's just a pity that you arrived an hour late.

Your quick steps to take a seat in the stands can’t be heard by the guys as they talk near the pool, but Chan notices you the moment you enter.

His head turns in your direction and he smiles at you, waving a hand at you. You do the same, returning the greeting.

Immediately, his eyes shift to Changbin and Jisung though, members of the team, who seem to be arguing, and he approaches them.

It doesn’t take you long to understand that they were arguing about who is the fastest swimmer of the two, as shortly after they are giving each other challenging looks as they get into position and enter the water when Chan gives them the signal.

You like seeing him in leader mode in moments like this. It’s extremely hot, but also really cute when he turns in your direction to look at you, shaking his head in exasperation, making you giggle.

But your attention shifts a little further away from you when you hear a girl speaking.

"Did you see him? Now you can’t say he isn’t gorgeous." One of the two girls says to the other.

“He’s freaking perfect, oh my God,” the other girl comments. “What did you say his name was?”

“Bang Chan; I’ll give you his Instagram.”

Your teeth clench at the last sentence. Are they talking about Chan? Your Chan?

The same Chan who kisses, fucks, and cuddles you every day?

You briefly consider letting them know. You should turn to them and tell them to their faces, but there’s something holding you back, keeping you still. And this thing prohibits you from letting them know how things really are, so you sit there in silence, enduring their annoying compliments about him for what feels like endless minutes.

Yes, his body and muscles are stunning. Yes, his voice is sensual and his laugh is sweet. Yes, he has an irresistible gaze. Do they really need to keep repeating that?

When the training ends and you think you’ve finally gotten rid of them, they’re in front of him before you can make a move.

You watch them from afar, standing and waiting, trying to appear as normal and indifferent as possible while they congratulate the captain for his hard work as a leader. Ah, and also for his hard work in the gym.

He chuckles with his dimples showing, first shaking his hands in front of himself in a gesture of denial, but ending up scratching the back of his neck as he thanks them cordially. The two girls look at each other and giggle.

But a few minutes later, it’s you who finds yourself in the locker room with him, his hands on your hips and his lips on yours, feverish and needy.

“Were you jealous?” He grins teasingly, but deep down he feels immense tenderness and perhaps a little embarrassment knowing that you love him so much that you can’t stand other girls complimenting him in that way.

You don’t respond, looking at his bare chest and hoping he’ll stop.

His smile grows, “I saw how you were looking at them, your eyes were burning flames.” He stifles a chuckle as you raise your head with a guilty expression.

“Was I that obvious?” You ask, your cheeks starting to blush, embarrassed by your exaggerated reaction.

“Yes, but I like it.” He leans in to kiss you again, but soon his hands slip under your shirt and you break the kiss.

“Chan, we can’t do this here.” you whisper against his lips. All the other guys from the team are just meters away, taking a shower. You risk being heard, and you don’t want that to happen.

“But I need you now.” he whispers on your neck, starting to leave warm, wet kisses.

You don’t respond, but you tilt your head to give him more space and don’t stop him, and he takes this action as agreement.

He licks and sucks on a patch of your skin, leaving a red mark that will be prominently displayed for days. He might get completely hard just at the thought of you walking around with the mark of his presence on your body, even if others don’t know whose it is.

He pulls away and admires it, then gives it one final kiss, making you hiss from the slight pain.

Needy, his hand grabs yours and pulls you into the bathroom. You don’t resist; you follow him, silent, and together you enter one of the showers, closing the curtain. The one in the corner, with an empty shower next to it.

And then, Chan turns on the water, wetting both of you, although not completely.

“Chan, you finally came in, why did it take you so long?” Changbin yells from a few showers away.

“I just had a moment with Y/n.” Chan responds casually, as if he weren’t currently lowering your shorts and underwear at the same time.

“Oh, she’s already gone?” This time it’s Jisung’s voice.

“Yeah, she went back to the dorm.”

There’s something, something that arouses both of you at the idea that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be doing while his friends are there, just meters away from you, unaware.

His fingers move skilfully between your folds, rubbing your clit with one finger quickly while two of his other fingers hold your pussy lips open as your hips move back and forth instinctively.

When his fingers enter your cunt, they do so easily from how wet you are and from all the times his cock has been inside you.

You take his face in your hands to bring your lips closer to his ear so you can talk to him, “We don’t have time, put it in already.” You whisper, and his cock twitches in the tight shorts he’s wearing, reminding him of how damn tight they feel.

He withdraws his fingers and turns you around, replacing them with his dick, entering you slowly to allow you to more easily suppress any sounds that could be heard by the others.

His hands hold the lower parts of your cheeks to spread them apart to get in deeper as he moves inside you. It’s not the best position, but you can’t bend over because you’d risk slipping.

Your moans are silent. Your heavy breaths are fortunately hard to hear with the shower water running and their voices humming.

Chan tries not to fuck you too hard to avoid the sound of your skins slapping together. Because you’re not alone, and no one must hear you. Even though, maybe, he actually wants someone to hear you. He wants someone to find out about the dirty things you’re doing without their knowledge, right there near them. Maybe he secretly wishes someone would open the shower curtain and see you in this situation.

And maybe you want it too.

But these thoughts don’t stop both of you from freezing at the sudden sound of Hyunjin’s voice. “Does anyone have shower gel?”

His movements pause only for a moment. He should feel embarrassed, mortified to hear his friend’s voice so close to you in such a situation, but instead, it sends a jolt of pleasure to his cock, and he immediately starts moving again.

You look at him with an expression now fearful, but this arouses you as much as it does him.

Jeongin’s voice is quick to respond, “I do, here it is.”

“Thanks Jeonginnie, love you.” Hyunjin thanks him in his sweet voice.

Chan pulls out of you, but before you have time to say anything, he turns you around, grabs your thighs from behind, and lifts you, pushing you against the wall. His arms slide under your knees and spread you open, re-entering you.

“That’s better.” he whispers against your lips, and you nod in agreement with quick breaths.

The pleasure intensifies for both of you. A soft moan escapes his lips, not being able to hold it back, causing him to bite his lower lip and hide his face on your shoulder, his ears turning redder as he failed to contain his pleasure.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling strands, causing his hips to buck up in a harder thrust, making your head slide back against the shower tiles.

It’s at this moment that the others start coming out of the showers, and soon they are out of the locker room after greeting Chan and telling him to hurry up.

When everyone is out, you both look at each other, then chuckle.

“I couldn’t hold back anymore.” you admit.

“Me neither.” he says.

“I noticed.” you tease, and he looks at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows in an offended look.

You clench around him on purpose, eliciting a needy moan from his lips. In response, he thrusts into you, and this time it’s you who whines.

“You’re as needy as I am.” he grins, resuming his movements. This time you’re a bit freer to let out your voice, but you need to hurry. His thrusts are faster now, reaching deeper spots inside you, being able to fuck you harder, eliciting a series of staccato moans from you.

“Touch yourself.” he orders and you immediately obey, without needing to be told twice.

His movements become more erratic. He’s close, and you can tell by the way his cock twitches inside you and releases small droplets of pre-cum.

His moans grow deeper, and he closes his eyes, trying to hold back from coming with all the self-control he has to make you reach your climax too, with him. But it’s difficult for him, and soon he has you back on your feet, giving a few final thrusts before pulling out of you and stroking his cock quickly through his orgasm.

He tries not to throw his head back in pleasure, wanting to see the ropes of his hot cum covering your pussy and thighs as you stand there with trembling legs.

Your mind is still fogged with pleasure, and you don’t notice what’s happening until you feel his tongue on your clit, which makes you let out a whimper. You look down to see your boyfriend on his knees with his head between your legs, looking up at you.

You run your fingers through his hair, and he pulls away, “You need to come quickly, someone will be coming for spot checks soon.” He warns you before returning with his tongue between your folds and two fingers inside you, stroking at your sensitive spot.