#saving that for the ask hall of fame

[dear-ao3]

10:22am, november 11, 2023. katya knocks on my bedroom door to show me this ask that has appeared in our ask box.

i do not think that this is real. but, i am absolutely dying of laughter.

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

I had a dream that you named your second blog "the-curators-slutty-side-blog" and tbh I would absolutely follow that shit

ahhhh damn it, that’d have been so much better lol

….does @the-curators-bullshit suffice??

(…also do y’all really dream about me?!?!? i’m both honored and horrified lol)

[codecicle]

swaggot

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

get cursed

None of you have any idea what just happened.

Willow was streaming the Sims 4, and downloaded a murder mod and. Gabriel snapped Six's neck, Gabriel got hit by a car, then Jason voorhees showed up at their house, killed a few people before Thatcher snapped HIS neck then made food right after.

I witnessed this with my own eyes. I can't make this up.

[viridian-oak]

: ̗̀➛ tag dump !

[pretty-blkgirl]

It’s probably a stupid idea but imagine your at a Stray Kids concert, and your front row with your friends. Chan comes close to the edge on stage near you and winks to you. You think nothing of it because like he does that to everyone. But at the end of the concert he slips you a piece of paper with 1 single sentence. “After the concert, go to Hotel Grande and go to room B6.” You decide to go bc why not and you expect maybe Chan there or something but all of them are there, and they all are really horny. They always talk about wanting to date someone who knows nothing about stray kids but what if Stays are the ones who turn them on. Fem reader

Say Yes [Part One]

//fem!reader x 0t8!Skz//

Synopsis: You get slipped a note from your favorite idol to meet him at his hotel room, but he’s not the only one there

Genre: smut/suggestive, crack, fluff

Warnings: sexual situations, reader uses she/her pronouns

A/N: thank you @seoyeonleexoxo for the requestttt 🫶🏾

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It was your first Stray Kids concert. Two straight years of saving up every spare dollar you had and camping out on Twitter for ticket sales finally paid off. Not only did you secure your tickets, but you and your friends got the front row- something you dreamed about since you started becoming a fan of Stray Kids.

You were beyond excited to see every member, but your bias -Bang Chan- was the one you were dreaming about. You know how he likes to flirt with stays, and you being in the front row meant you had a good chance at being noticed.

Hyunjin asked for stays to wear blue to the show, so you chose a solid baby blue romper that showed off every curve that you had. Your hair was out in wild, big curls and you chose simple silver jewelry.

The concert started with “Hall of Fame,” and you wasted no time in screaming your head off when the boys came into view.

The entire thing felt like a dream, and you got light-headed whenever a member got close to you. Sometime during Cheese, Chan came to your section to wave at Stays. You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt as you waved aggressively at him. He saw you and wasn’t shy about the quick once-over he gave you, then he winked before moving on to interact with other fans.

Your knees felt wobbly, and you could feel the way your friends stared at you after that interaction.

“Did he just wink at you?” Mia, the friend you’ve known since childhood asked.

“I think so,” you say, “Or maybe it was someone behind me?”

You turn around to see a good chunk of people looking right back at you. Some are envious and some curious, but all confirm the fact that Bang Chan just winked at you.

“He wants you girl” Tianna, your best friend since middle school, teases. You can’t help but roll your eyes once the boys go backstage to change. The lights in the stadium come on as you look to the screens to see the Stay games starting.

The first game has stays copy the boys' poses, you and your friends laugh as flustered fans appear on screen. Soon enough, the next game starts, a game where stays must do the choreography to random Skz songs.

This is the part of the concert you weren’t looking forward to, so you duck your head and try to stay clear of any cameramen. Some people scream and wave their arms to be put on screen, and you can only hope they get picked as the laughing staff goes to pick out people.

After three people dance to Gods Menu, Maniac, and Thunderous, you start to relax and enjoy the game. The last song, S-Class, comes up and you and your friends dance along to the practice video shown. After they show the video, you find yourself on screen smiling before pure terror graces your face.

You can’t even hear what the members are saying to you before your friends urge you to dance.

Did you do the choreography correctly? No. Were your friends dying laughing the entire time? Yes.

“Good job” You hear Han’s unmistakable voice say, “You’re so cool”

“And pretty” Felix’s deep voice continues before your face is replaced with the regular Skz logo

“Oooooh” Tianna teases, “You’re cool AND pretty? I’m jealous”

“You got three members fighting over you” Mia exclaims

“Hush” You stress, feeling glares on you, “It’s just fan service”

Tianna rolls her eyes, “Usually fan service involves all the fans”

The lights in the place dim, signaling the group is about to come back on stage. The glares you feel cease as the people around you start to scream their heads off

“Not all the time” you manage to say before the show continues.

In all honesty, you had a great time at the concert. The boys came over to your section a lot, especially Chan.

You didn’t want to believe he was making eye contact with you, and only you. However, it was hard to ignore the obvious looks he kept throwing your way. After a while, you began to count the amount of times his eyes found you in the audience; 25 times.

In a room full of thousands of people, how did he manage to look at you so many times? All your most delusional fantasies came to mind, thoughts that reminded you of when you first started to become a fan.

Cute thoughts of walking down the aisle with a member, some cute dates, and even a passing thought of a family. Just niche little things that crossed your mind as you fell more and more in love with the group.

Then there were the not-too-wholesome thoughts, the ones where you’re usually crying and begging to reach your release after hours upon hours of edging. These thoughts kept you up at night and usually involved more than one member.

You suddenly felt so dirty. Thinking about your idols in such a way while they throw kisses at the fans on the stage in front of you. You barely notice the lights come on and people start to leave the venue.

“That was so good” Tianna gushed, looking at you with a playful expression on her face. You knew the walk back to your hotel would be filled with your friends only reaffirming your delusions.

“I’m jealous y/n. I’d love to have Bang Chan eye-fucking me all night long” Mia said, making your face heat up.

You three walked out of the building and joined a crowd of fans waiting for the boys’ cars to leave the stadium.

“What if Chan comes out of the car and confesses his love for you?” Tianna teases

Mia giggles hysterically as the two continue with their joking, not paying attention as you’re flagged down by what looks to be a security guard.

“Is he asking me to come over there?” You ask your friends, making them stop and look at the staff.

“Looks like it” Tianna shrugs, “I think he was the security guard over by our section. Maybe you dropped something?”

You nod and jog over to the guard, looking back at your friends just to make sure they’re keeping an eye on you.

“Hello,” You say politely, “Can I help you?”

“You dropped this,” The guard says, handing you a mini quokka plushie that you’re only now noticing isn’t in your jacket pocket.

“Thank you so much!” You say, taking the plushie and beginning to walk off, that is until he grabs your attention again.

“I was asked to give this to you as well,” He says, handing you a rather thick envelope, “Put it in your pocket”

Before you can question it, he bows and walks off to where the other staff stands.

With your brain on autopilot, you stuff the envelope in your pocket and go back to your friends.

Mia wastes no time in asking what happened, and you tell them he gave you back your stuffed animal.

For whatever reason, you fail to mention the envelope in your pocket, and you silently celebrate when Tianna suddenly exclaims her stomach hurts and she wants to go back to the hotel.

The walk back is short, and you’re grateful that you all invested in your rooms.

The first thing you do is take out the envelope and open it. You see two folded pieces of paper.

One of them is a picture, one of the group that you’ve never seen before. It’s signed, and you instinctively look on the back and is surprised to see a message

“Go to the Hotel Grande, second floor, room B6, knock 4 times."

Already taken aback, you look at the other piece of paper to find an NDA.

“Oh my God” you whisper, quickly pulling out your phone to search the directions of the hotel. Only a 10-minute drive.

“This could be a trick,” You think out loud, “What if I get hurt?”

The rational side of you is urging you to think about the consequences of showing up to a random hotel, but the wild and unpredictable side of you quickly orders yourself an Uber and touches up your makeup.

[valhallgreg]

Urgent: Please Save Hani and His Family!!!

Hani Alanqar (@hanifamilys-blog) and his family lived happily in North Gaza before their home was destroyed by Israeli forces, forcing them to leave behind everything they’ve ever known and flee south through the ongoing conflict, fearing for their lives the entire journey. At this moment, they are taking shelter in an abandoned school with five other families and have no reliable access to food, water, or adequate shelter. Hani has younger siblings who are starving, his father is ill, and his mother suffers from high blood pressure and diabetes which she is unable to afford treatment for. They are all suffering greatly, and are in desperate need of help.

When he reached out to me, he asked not for money or donations, just for an answer. Just for someone to ask him how he was doing so he could at least know that somebody heard him and saw him as human. These are not just statistics, these are REAL PEOPLE who are enduring unimaginable hardship alongside the rest of their fellow Gazans.

Please, if you even have a few dollars to spare, don’t let Hani lose hope. He and his family are in very real danger of dying if their goal isn’t met. He is only 16% of the way there despite the moderate attention his original post got, and needs money as quickly as possible.

Donation link here

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[cosmiccrushes]

Contract Negotiations

Lucanis X Rook || 2.8k words

Summary: Rook receives a surprising gift from Caterina Dellamorte. And an even more surprising confession from Lucanis.

on ao3 too

It had taken a measure of convincing- and bribery to stop for coffee- to get the First Talon to agree to play tour guide at his family estate. But since their mad dash through the sprawling Dellamorte home to save Caterina Dellamorte, Rook had been insatiably curious about the place Lucanis grew up in. 

Lucanis waves his hand at doorways lining the expansive hall. “We take formal meals in the grand dining room. More intimate affairs in the family dining room.” 

“There are multiple rooms to eat in?” Rook interrupts incredulously. Her life as a Shadow Dragon has never seen such splendor. She'd possessed a shallow understanding of the family wealth attached to the Crow, but she'd been woefully unprepared to step into this glittering world. It brought up uncomfortable memories of the ragged traveling cloak she'd been wearing the first time she ever met Lucanis. If this was the opulence of the famed assassins, could there be a place for a threadbare, lonely shadow? 

Rook isn't accustomed to questioning her place, her worth. And she hardly expects judgments from Lucanis. But what about his family? What about his grandmother? Caterina might be grateful for Rook's part in stopping her other grandson's schemes, but would she be as appeasing if Rook wanted a place at the new First Talon's side. 

That opened another matter entirely. In her heart, she knew Lucanis cared for her but it was always in a frustratingly restrained way. Did he hold back because of the demon trapped inside of him? Or because, in the end, it would be a Crow to take their place beside him?

“What is on your mind?” Lucanis asks, eyes fixed intently on her. 

She pastes a carefree smile on her face. “Just taking it all in.” She spins in a slow circle, her arms held wide. 

“And?” The faintest hint of apprehension tightens the line of his mouth. 

“You're rich!” She replies simply with a grin. 

“Indeed, we are, child.” A voice dipped in all the regality age affords replies. 

Rook turns, lightning quick, hand inching reflexively to the hilt of her sword. There, in a doorway, stands Caterina Dellamorte. “A word?” The woman asks, directing her question to Rook. Rook looks at Lucanis in alarm, but he's frowning at his grandmother. 

“I don't know-” He begins, but Caterina cuts him off with a raised hand.

She beckons to Rook to follow her into the sitting room she'd emerged from. “Come. You wait here.” The last bit is said to Lucanis before she disappears inside.

Rook shrugs at Lucanis as she passes him to follow Caterina. What is she to do, refuse to speak with the woman in her own home? Rook isn't even sure why she's feeling so nervous. This is hardly her first conversation with the Dellamorte matriarch. She'd certainly registered Caterina’s intimidating demeanor before, but Rook could be intimidating too. As Caterina gestured for her to shut the door and settle into the armchair across from her, Rook couldn't help the anxiety zipping across her skin saying this conversation was different. 

Caterina watches her with the discernable, intelligent eyes of a crow. Rook does her best not to squirm in her seat at the scrutiny, unsure if she is supposed to speak first or wait.

“I wanted to personally and privately thank you, Rook.” 

“Oh,” Rook says lamely, taken aback. “I'm glad I was able to help. I'm so sorry for what happened with Illario’s betrayal. I can't imagine how that must hurt.” 

A subtle twitch of Caterina’s lip, suggestive of a smile. “Yes, my grandson drove a blade deep with his actions. But,” she tilts her head thoughtfully at Rook. “That's not the grandson to which I referred.”

“Oh,” Rook says again, because apparently that's the only response she is now capable of. “Yes, of course. We had a contract. I break Lucanis free of the Ossuary and he provides his services in the hunt for the gods. I'm happy to provide our allies with support wherever I can.” 

Caterina nods slowly. “We benefit greatly from your aid.” Another pause, “But that is not the thanks to which I referred.” 

Rook doesn't know what to say and refuses to offer another lackluster “oh,” so she waits for Caterina to elaborate. 

“Learning that Lucanis had been forced to house a demon within him while in that prison was,” Caterina stares into the crackling fireplace. “A difficult poison to swallow.” 

“He's still Lucanis,” Rook interjects, defensively. Her hackles rising at any implication that Lucanis might be a monster, whether it came from his own grandmother or not. 

“No, he is not.” Caterina doesn't sound sad or angry. “However, I think that has less to do with the demon and-” She finally looks back at Rook. “Entirely to do with you.” 

Rook's cheeks warm with a blush she doesn't entirely understand. Perhaps it's because of the unmistakable smile curving Caterina's lips, like she knows a secret that would make most excellent tavern gossip.

“You have never treated my grandson as an abomination. Where I have failed him, you have not.” 

“I know I didn't know Lucanis before,” Rook says carefully. “And I know things get…complicated when demons get involved. But I know Lucanis now,” her voice takes on a steely edge. “And he is more than Spite. He is loyal and kind where it matters. He is passionate and steadfast, even when he's arguing with you about the best way to make coffee. He's brave, but not a bully. He kills people for a living, but he is not cruel.” Rook's cheeks blaze as she remembers herself. “He's a good man. Demon or no.” 

Caterina just keeps smiling that quiet, assuming smile. “You see my grandson for who he is. Including who he is now that Spite is there. Something I almost did not do. For that, I thank you.” Caterina bows her head towards Rook. Then she twists in her seat, picking up a long black box off the table beside her. She extends it to Rook. “I have a gift for you.” 

Rook takes it, setting it on her lap and lifting the lid. Her breath puffs out when she sees the most beautiful dagger nestled upon black velvet. “It's stunning.” She runs a finger down the flat side of the obsidian blade, marveling at the intricate, unmistakable crow feathers carved into the metal. The hilt, a gleaming silver. The cross guard, fashioned into spreading dragon wings. Rook’s blood warms as she realizes with a jolt that she's seen this dagger before, minus the dragon wings. She glances up quickly at Caterina. 

“I had it crafted to compliment Lucanis’. They will make a fine pair.” 

Rook's heart jumps into her throat. “A pair?” 

“The contract would require it.” Caterina says vexingly. 

“What contract-” Rook begins to question but Caterina turns back to the fire, waving Rook off in clear dismissal.

“If you'll excuse me, I must return to my musings.” 

Rook knows better than to press. She closes the lid over her new, confounding dagger and rises from her seat. Opening the sitting room door, she is met with Lucanis pacing back and forth in the hall. 

“What did she want?” Lucanis eyes the box in her hands warily. 

“To thank me,” Rook responds, dazedly. “She gave me a knife.” 

Something flickers through Lucanis’ eyes, then he's grabbing her hand, pulling her into another massive hallway. She fumbles to maintain a one-handed grip on the box, but says nothing. Lucanis’ urgency setting her on edge. Perhaps the dagger from Caterina was poisoned. Perhaps, even now, Crows were on their way to fulfill a contract for her life. Lucanis leads them up stone steps, emptying onto a balconied floor. He pulls her into one of the alcoves. A cozy space, two plush chairs and a low table. A stone-railed balcony looks down onto the hall below. 

“Show it to me,” Lucanis demands. 

Rook obliges, dropping the box on the table and removing the lid.

He rubs a hand over his jaw, shakes his head. “Mierda, that woman,” he mutters. 

“What is it?” 

“What did she say to you when she gave you this?” 

“Um,” Rook hesitates, embarrassment weighing down her tongue. “She said she crafted it to match yours. A pair. She said the contract would require it. But I have no idea what she's talking about. I haven't taken on another Crow deal.”

Lucanis stands stone still. “What was she thanking you for?” 

“You're being weird! Why are you being weird? What is going on?” Rook's frustration mounts at feeling like she's missing a vital piece of the last two conversations she's had.

Lucanis traces a finger over the dragon wing hilt. “It's an old Crow tradition. The exchanging of paired daggers when you are to be joined in contract.” 

“Oh, well that clears it all up then,” Rook says sarcastically. “I still have no idea what contract she expects me to partner up on.” 

Lucanis' eyes lock with hers, she detects the briefest glint of purple. Spite lingering out of sight. “Marriage.” Lucanis’ voice dips low and gruff over the word. 

Rook's lips part, opening and closing like a fish out of water. She knows her pupils must be blown wide in shock. “But you- We aren't- I'm-” She staggers to the balcony edge, leaning back against the stone for support. “Maker’s breath, did your grandmother just give me a betrothal gift!?” 

Lucanis steps in front of her. “I didn't know she was going to do that. I'm sorry.” 

Her heart drops at the apology. Caterina didn't talk to Lucanis about this. This wasn't even something Lucanis wanted. 

“It's okay. I just, never thought I'd learn about my own betrothal before actually being asked.” She laughs weakly, desperate to bring levity to perhaps the most humiliating moment of her life. 

“I wouldn't do that to you.” 

“Do what?” She frowns at the seriousness of Lucanis' tone. 

“Ask you for that kind of contract.”

“Oh, right. Well would you like to go ahead and just toss me over the balcony while we're at it?” Lucanis’ confused look spurs her on. “What have we been doing then? I'm not asking for a lifelong commitment but this,” she waves a hand between them. “I thought it meant something.” A biting laugh, chewed off and spit out. “But Maker, you look positively morose at the idea of being stuck with me.” 

Lucanis steps further into her space. “Is that what you think? That you are a mere dalliance I could easily move on from when all of this is over?” There's more challenge in his tone than she's ever heard from him. 

“What am I supposed to think, Lucanis? You keep me at arm's length. And I don’t need anything from you that you’re not able or ready to give, just you is enough. But I can’t stand here and pretend like that horrified look on your face doesn’t hurt.” 

He turns away then and she resigns herself to the heartbreak. But he doesn't leave. He picks up the dagger. “It is customary when one partner is not a Crow, for the partner's House to prepare the paired dagger for them. It marks their acceptance as an honorary Crow.” He holds it up between them. “I did not ask for this to be made. That does not mean that I don't long for it to exist.” 

Rook's blood is humming in her ears. “It does exist.” She says quietly.

“To be with me, I thought it would be selfish to ask. Because it's not just me. It will never be just me. Spite is here too.” 

Rook nods. “I know. And it doesn't bother me. It doesn't change how I feel about you.” 

Wordlessly, Lucanis unclasps the dagger strapped in the sheath on Rook's chest. He pulls it out, letting it drop into the empty box. Gently, reverently he slides the new dagger into place. 

“When this is over, when we've survived the gods, I will ask you if you still wish to wear this.” His hand stays tracing the hilt, fingers fluttering above her heart. “Is that an acceptable amendment to you?”

“It's a contract,” she whispers breathlessly. 

Hands grip under her thighs as Lucanis lifts her onto the balcony edge. She glances over her shoulder at the long fall to the polished floors below, at the Dellamorte estate drenched in splendor. Her hands loop around his neck.

“You wouldn't drop me, now would you? I was only joking about tossing me over.”

He keeps one hand wrapped around the curve of her thigh. The other one slides at a wickedly slow pace up the slope of her body. Her outline traced with his palm.  

He looks at her, eyes dark. “You'd be fine even if I did. A crow knows how to fly, after all.” He inclines his head towards the dagger now strapped to her chest. 

“Mmm, I don't know, I only just got those wings.” She exhales as he drags the tip of his nose up her neck. 

“You’re a fast learner. And dragons can fly too.” He nips at her jaw. “But no, I would not drop you.” His hand works into the hair at the base of her neck, drawing her head back as he holds her gaze. “You are the one thing I could not bear to let go.” 

He kisses her. It is a fierce, devouring thing. What Lucanis struggles to put into words, he says with twining tongues and clacking teeth. His hand drags down her neck, across her collarbone, over the swell of her breast. His fingers part her jacket, tug at the hem of her shirt, knuckles just grazing the flesh of her stomach. when he grunts sharply and pulls away. He wears the look Rook has come to learn means he's having an internal conversation with Spite.

“Spite? What does he want?” Her skin still scorches where Lucanis’ fingers trailed down her. 

Lucanis clenches his jaw. “You.” 

“He wants to talk to me?” 

A shake of Lucanis’ head. “No. He wants you. Like I want you.” 

“He wants…like…oh,” understanding washes over her. “Does that bother you?” She asks Lucanis attentively. 

“No,” he replies fast and quick. “But this is what I meant. Our emotions, they are…entangled.” 

“And? If it doesn't bother you…” She trails off.

“It doesn't. I know Spite would protect you with his– our– life. In this we are aligned. We will kill whatever gods we must to keep you safe. Spite will not hurt you. We have a new understanding between us. But,” his brows furrow. “Does it not bother you?” 

“No. Why should it? I know who and what you are, Lucanis.” 

“Because,” his voice is black silk slipping over her. “When I want you, a demon wants you.” He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “When I touch you, a demon touches you.” His finger glides from her ear, down her jaw, over her bottom lip. “When I kiss you…”

“A demon kisses me,” she says, breath shallow. Heat pools in her stomach as the implications of Lucanis’ words sink under her skin, alight her blood. 

“You have a right to understand what you are agreeing to let into your life…into your bed.” 

She quirks an eyebrow at him. “You think we'll make it all the way to my bed? You're rather optimistic about my level of restraint.” Still perched atop the balcony she wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer. “If you and Spite are aligned, well, then, I’d say the three of us have an understanding as well. You have nothing to protect me from, Lucanis. I have never been afraid of Spite. And no demon can keep me from you.” She flashes him an impish smirk. “Especially one who has your good example to learn from. Isn’t that right, Spite?”   

Lucanis’ eyes pulse purple, a demon agreeing to a bargain, then his lips crash hungrily into hers again. A blur of movement and she opens her eyes to find Lucanis', no- Spite’s, wings cocooning around her. 

Rook knew the acidic way Lucanis’ words could bend. Lucanis himself had spoken on how Spite’s feelings filtered through his own. She had not, however, considered that the same could be happening in reverse. But these wings wrapped around her…as if the demon was in agreement that she would never fall on either of their watches. It sends a thrill through her. Had Lucanis done that? Had his feelings for her shifted the very nature of Spite?  

As Lucanis presses her closer and Spite wraps his wings tighter, Rook thinks that– just as Lucanis is set on killing any god he needs to– she’d be willing to make a deal with any devil she must, if it meant she got to keep the Demon of Vyrantium and his Spite. 

[snootlestheangel]

Royal Ghoap AU idea

Soap grows up as Prince, his family is royalty blah blah blah

Simon Riley is in the poor part of the city, which under Soap's father's rule, becomes the recruitment for Knights. It's a program designed to take the youth and prevent them from falling into criminal traps and becoming responsible people. It helps the families. Simon is recruited at a much younger age than most with the intention that he grows up alongside the only son of the King (ie Soap)

He and Soap grow up together, slowly falling in love by the time Simon is a full fledged Knight and they're adults.

Roba is the leader of a gang of criminals that burn the part of the city where Simon is from. The Riley family dies in the fire, and it is presumed that so does Simon, because he had fled the safety of the castle to save his family.

While in the castle before all of this, he had been courting Soap, only for Soap to express concerns that if they let their relationship develop into something more, that the people would say things. Basically Soap rejects Simon's physical advances (cock blocked)

Soap: I'm afraid of what they'll say of you, mo chridhe

Simon: let them talk, so long as I have you, nothing can harm me.

Soap lives for several years thinking that he could have had Simon and yet threw it all away.

Eventually his parents are mysteriously assassinated, and he, along with the King's Guards Price and Gaz, travel far as they follow a series of clues that will lead them to the assassin.

Along the way, they encounter The Ghost, a famed assassin with over a hundred assassinations credited to his name. Ghost is believed to have served under Roba.

There are two major ways I want to approach this.

The first way:

He reveals Roba is behind Soap's parents' assassinations, and tells them his plans to murder Roba himself. Price warns Soap not to trust him, but Soap can't help but feel the phantom is familiar.

One night, slipping away from the watchful eyes of Price and Gaz, Ghost enters Soap's private tent

They have a conversation where Ghost basically begs for forgiveness and Soap is confused and then he drops it, only for Soap to ask him if they know each other. Ghost doesn't directly respond, but Soap thinks it means he's uncomfortable because they don't. However, Simon quickly says "you look good as King, Johnny" not long after Soap falls quiet

Soap turns and then whispers his name. Begs him to take the mask off, asking how Roba has hurt him, etc. Simon eventually takes it off to reveal a very scarred face. Soap touches his face and the scars with tears in his eyes. Simon thinks it's because he's now ugly or not worthy of Soap's love anymore. But Soap finds him still as loveable as ever.

"I see scars. Which means you survived, and you healed, and you live to fight another day. Which means you're here, you're alive, and I finally have another chance to keep you."

"Will you let me have you? Even if just for tonight?"

"Of course. Only if you'll let me have you."

"I trust no other soul."

They get together (obviously) and then Idk where to go from here

The second way:

Soap catches word that Roba has been finally captured in a neighboring kingdom, so he brings Price and Gaz with him. The king of this place is Alejandro, with his partner Rudy, and they are joined by Shadow Company who captured Roba.

They are in the royal hall when Ghost manages to kill his way inside, where he uses his weapons to hold Rudy hostage.

His weapons in question are bladed: two large scythes that can cut from both sides (within the curve and outside), making them versatile and intimidating. Truly a character of Death

Alejandro makes a trade: Roba for Rudy. Everyone expects Ghost to leave with Roba, but instead he attacks him and kills him, kneeling back once the deed is done.

Alejandro asks "if you were not loyal to Roba, then who do you pledge to?" Because it's commonly accepted that assassins aren't solo: they have someone that pays them and provides what they need. Ghost stands, slowly makes his way towards Soap, and raises his weapons.

He proceeds to immediately drop them and uses the Royal Guard salute to show his loyalty to Soap. The salute is used in private by Knights/Guards to the crown/royal family. Only Soap, Gaz, and Price would know this, everyone else would be confused as to what that means.

Graves and a couple Shadows quickly attack Ghost and take him into custody. He keeps eye contact with Soap the entire time, Soap is shitting his pants cause how the fuck does THE GHOST know the private salute????? And why would he say he's loyal to me??? What the fuck???????

While Soap is freaking out, the others are trying to figure out Ghost's plans and blah blah blah. He's not giving anything away.

But Soap suddenly appears, saying that he should ask the questions privately because Ghost pledged his loyalty to him. They're upset Soap is in the room, to which Price, out of breath just goes "he's slippery"

They agree and let Soap "interrogate" Ghost.

Soap asks how he knew the salute. Ghost doesn't answer.

Soap asks why he suddenly pledged loyalty to him.

"To save yourself?"

"No."

"No?"

"Cannot suddenly pledge to something you are already pledged to."

Soap is now confused and he's starting to get a weird feeling. He can't think of something to say, he's so confused. Ghost begins to look at him with the saddest, most emotional look he can despite the mask.

"You look good as King, Johnny."

Don't know where to go with this one as well but I'm definitely partial to the second way.

Anyways what y'all think?

[taytrashmouth]

Meet me in the pouring rain

Harry James potter x fem reader.

Inspired by this pin: https://pin.it/2JlvuwrlR

It was your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you were always sort of alone. You had friends but they were never close. You were one of those in between people in school. Those people your classmates will remember in 10 years but won’t know anything about you.

Today was a cold day and despite that, the common room was far too busy to be reading in. And so you sat on the bleachers while the quidditch practice was happening below, to finally read your book in peace.

You could vaguely hear Harry shout instructions every now and again. Harry Potter was possibly one of your favourite people, simply because he was always nice to you.

He would lend you pens in class or explain something in defence against the dark arts. He check in on you at least once a week. He gave you his scarf at hogsmeade once because he said you looked cold.

And despite his fame, he kept to himself. What you didn’t notice was the subtle glances he kept sending you, the smile on his face when you wore his scarf. The stolen touches when teaching you how to get the correct brew.

Your nose was deep into the book you were reading you didn’t even notice Harry watching you from his broom.

In fact in was halfway through practice already when you finally looked up from the pages. And it was only because it had started to rain and your book was going to get wet.

You tucked your book into your coat and awkwardly ran down the stairs of the tent to run back to the castle…which was ages away.

“I’ll be right back” Harry told his team, squinting through the rain. He angled his broom downwards and zoomed through the entrance to the stadium, grabbing an umbrella in the process.

He quickly caught up to you on his broom and held the umbrella above you from his seat in the sky.

You looked up in confusion to see the boy on his broom above you sheltering from the rain.

You smiled. “Thank you Harry.”

Even those three basic words were enough to make him blush.

He put a hand by his eyebrows in attempt to block the water from his glasses.

He flew beside you as you walked, keeping you dry.

“What are you doing out at the quidditch field?” Harry asked.

“Trying to find a quiet place to read.” You replied blankly, still holding the book to your chest in attempt to save the pages.

Harry looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t.

“What?” I asked.

“I know a place, by the lake…it’s quiet there. I can show you if you’d like…maybe you could read to me.” He stuttered.

I smiled. He was bright red and so was I.

“That- that would be nice.”

He smiled back and then to the floor. “That’s- good. Good that’s good.”

“I wouldn’t mind watching you practice though…” I spoke up, testing the water. Maybe Harry liked me….

He looked a bit shocked. “I’d like that. Great,” he smiled even wider.

When we arrived at the castle he hopped of his broom.

“Meet me here, noon, Tomorrow.” He said moving closer. “Bring a book,”

I blushed. And nodded.

He gave me a hug and said goodbye.

That same evening I was woken up by something I couldn’t see. That was until Harry took of his invisibility cloak

“Harry! What are you doing here?” I whisper, trying to open my eyes all the way, still half-asleep.

“I want to show you something.” He said.

“I’m in pyjamas.” I say, not that impressed with his timing. He seems to brush this off and shows me his pyjama pants.

I drag myself out of bed and follow him with my book in hand as per usual. Trying to fix my hair.

He leads me up a lot of stairs, hogwarts still feels so homey without the people all over the halls. Despite my asking he’s insisting it’s a surprise.

We reach the astronomy tower and he’s got the roof open and has placed down a blanket with cups of tea next to it.

I look up at him, feeling so special. He was so sweet. “Harry…this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” I tell him and lean closer on my toes to kiss his cheek gently, brushing his other cheek with my hand.

“I-I couldn’t wait, to see you…I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” He stutters, blushing like a mess.

I smile wider as we sit on the blanket and lie down looking at the stars. I’ve never seen them so bright.

Harry pretends to yawn to put his arm around my shoulders, I smile at how cheesy it is. It was kind of cute though.

I cuddle next to him and rest my head on his chest. I can almost hear his smile.

He takes my hand in his and immediately leans on his elbows.

“You’re freezing.” He lets out.

“I’m alright, really.” I tell him but it’s too late he’s already out of his quidditch jumper and handing it to me.

“Thank you.” I say softly and put it on.

We lean back to our original position.

“I like you a lot y/n.” He says, not nervous sounding anymore.

“I like you a lot too Harry. All of this means so much to me.” I reply and smile at him, lying on my side.

He sits up a little too and I don’t know who moved closer first but soon enough his lips were on mine and his hands were on my frostbitten cheeks. I placed a hand in his hair, almost wanting to pull him closer.

When the kiss finally broke we both just smiled, with a breathy laugh.

We watched the stars for hours until the sun began to rise.

“Read to me.” Harry whispered in my ear, stroking his fingers through my hair.

And I did, and he held onto every word.

[abbysdruidess]

•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•headcanons about married life with abby [w nsfw]•._.••¯´´•.¸¸.•

wc: 1.1k

tags: tooth rotting fluff, smut, dom!Abby, dom/sub dynamics mentioned

a/n: lmk what you guys think abt this one:)

this is kinda in the same universe along with the abby proposes to you and wedding hcs, so if you haven't you could check them out-though this one could also be read as a standalone<3

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❦ you guys put a lot of work into your little dreamhouse™️ and are extremely proud of it. As an out and about lesbian, Abby took up a woodworking project and built a library that fits right into the wall of your living room. Which you were extremely supporting of, because it gave you the lovely opportunity to ogle your wife in a tank top and work pants, huffing, red faced and wiping sweat from her forehead in your backyard. You set an alarm and every couple of hours you bring her some cool water or lemonade with fruit and brush some locks of hair out of her dewy face<3

❦ she's also one of these people that don't believe in bringing in a handyman to fix any faulty appliance in your household. She has a huge, neon yellow tool box stashed away somewhere(you still aren't sure exactly where) that magically reappears everytime your car won't start or the air-conditioner starts making a noise. And 90% of the time Abby gets the job done, running on pure willpower and spite alone. When she doesn't and you guys have to bring someone else to do it, she just goes "Pfft, I could have totally done that. I just didn't cause I thought I might break it.". "Of course honey", you reassure her with a kiss on the cheek. You don't have her saved in your phone with an image of Bob the Builder for nothing.

❦ you guys are over at her dad's place a lot. When you were looking for a house, you made sure to get a place near his so you could visit whenever. He has a photo of you two from the wedding in his mantlepiece making the goofiest faces imaginable and every single time you visit Abby pesters him to take it down while you shit yourself laughing in the background.

❦ also, when your step-siblings Yara and Lev join, it's absolute chaos. You guys probably end up having an impromptu food fight and flick celery sticks at each other.

❦ if you have any hobbies such as knitting/playing instruments/writing etc she's fullly behind them and will always ask you to show her your progress. She's pretty proud of it as well, and smiles a little excitedly like :D

❦ please sing to her. It doesn't matter if you haven't sang a day in your life and it sounds like tires screeching on asphalt, it calms her when her baby sings to her. Will think you have the voice of a choir of angels no matter what and it is the only thing that can effectively put her to sleep. Bonus points if you play the guitar as well.

❦ Abby is really into reading(probably why she got that library built in the first place) and has one permanently etched in her night stand. She strikes me as one of these people that is a fan of the classics and doesn't read anyone that came after Hemingway. Until for her 26th birthday someone gifts her books from like Stephen King or Alison Bechdel and initially she's hesitant but eventually they grow into her and are stationed into her Hall of Fame shelf.

❦ whenever either of you is sick, you insist to pamper and care for one another. During the winter months Abs has a cold or the flu every month or so, and you have to actually fight her to take the day off and rest.

-Baby, you burning up. If you go to work you'll just get worse.

-I'm *cough* fine. I honestly feels 10 years younger. I don't get what the big deal is.

❦ you two definitely exercise together. Either you always go to the gym together-although you're not there as often as she is. Abby exercises religiously 5 times a week and that exercise will take place with or without you, but she would be damned if she didn't love when you tagged along with her. Either you guys have set up a little home gym with some basic equipment like mats, a treadmill, these bouncy balls and a weight lifting bench. Of course, you spot her, because you will take up any offer to ogle at her putting those big, powerful guns she calls arms to work. She reciprocates by insisting to hold your thighs while you do sit ups. And she inevitably ends up squeezing them like balls of dough.

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❦ when you first met Abby in your early 20s, you though it was natural for a woman her age to have such a heightened libido. After all, she did get around a lot for someone that looked like her. And that instict to fuck you senseless never abandons her-Abby is in a constant state of Wanting to Fuck, and is game whenever you are.

❦ Your sexcapades have included(but are not limited to): empty libraries, locker room showers, back alleys of clubs and just about any sturdy furniture in your house.

❦ she is a total beast when it comes to lovemaking, and can go anywhere from 2 hours to all night long, although most sessions end when you tap out bc you know you'll be sore tomorrow.

❦ even though everyone knows you're Mrs and Mrs from the ring on your finger, Abby wants to reassure that, by marking you as hers. Hickies, bites, anything is game. And she loves the slight sting of the scratch marks you leave her when she hops in the shower the morning after. She calls them claw marks affectionately.

❦ Loooves strapping you to positions she can utilise her muscle strength, like flatiron or missionary with her arms propped up. When you're scissoring, she wants to be the one with her legs on top, grinding her pussy into yours like it's nothing.

❦ I think Abby has this very hard dom image, and while she wants to take over during sex and feel like the one in control, she also needs to be taken care of. She works hard from day to night, and her past partners haven't been exactly accommodating to her needs. So whenever she's particularly exhausted, crawl under the covers to give her some head. Or in the shower. Or in the couch. Or under the dining table. She definitely cums fast when you suck her clit, it gets extremely sensitive and swollen while you're in between her legs.

❦ Is an occasional squirter, and also loves to make you squirt. It happened once as you were riding her face, and she just. slurped it all up. You lowkey passed out on the spot as your knees almost gave up.

❦ cuddling with her afterwards. There's still some resounding bliss in the air, as you both treasure the moment, your limbs all tangled up. You leave small kisses all over her sternum as she tightens her grip around you. If you're too exhausted, you fall asleep immediately, if not you just glance at each other through heavy lids with lovestruck eyes. You sleep like a baby and wake up feeling as refreshed as ever.

send me an ask if you guys would like me to elaborate any of these<3

[igncrxntripley]

can you do a secret weapon fic Drabble thing where she’s at the HOF ceremony with dom n rhea n Damian when they walk out

hall of fame

a/n: if you thought i wasn't touching this then YOU"RE WRONG

mentions: SUPER KAYFABE COMPLIANT, SFW, fem!reader, mentions of rough home life

taglist: @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites

Family was a sore subject for The Judgement Day; while some of them came from great families, who supported them in everything they did and loved them unconditionally, others didn't have that luxury. Including Dominik. Not only that, but he couldn't escape his dad. Someone who he once loved, someone who the entire industry looked up to...Dominik couldn't stand him. And they had to deal with one another almost every single week backstage or in the ring.

His partners wanted to support Dominik in everything that he did. Sometimes that meant being by his side as he absolutely demolished his father in front of thousands of people; other times, it meant being silent and being there for him when they knew he was dealing with a lot.

Everyone was not only preparing Dominik for the Hall of Fame, but they were preparing themselves for what could happen. Some of them expected the absolute worst (Damian), and was silently begging that Dominik would behave for just one night. Rhea was the agent of some of that chaos and sometimes urged Dominik to lash out, even if it meant embarrassing himself and his father. Y/N, however, was the voice of reason in these situations. It didn't happen a lot, but she needed Dominik to stay focused on saving his energy for Wrestlemania. Finn was happy to be staying back to prepare for his own match that weekend, but he also was planning on being right there when everyone came back to make sure they were okay.

The night of the Hall of Fame as everyone got ready, Y/N stood with Dominik to help him adjust his suit. She could feel the anger and anxiety just radiating off of him, and she knew she needed to talk to him alone before they got to the stadium. Dominik's hands rested on her hips, something he was doing in hopes of calming himself down, and she reached up to hold his cheeks so he would look at her.

"You know it's not worth it, right?" Y/N asked softly. "Letting him have this effect on you?" Her manicured thumbs brushed over his cheekbones, and his posture slightly relaxed.

Dominik looked down at his feet and gave a small shrug. "I just don't know how else to release all the things I'm feeling." He mumbled. Y/N sighed and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead; with her heels on, her height was a little closer to his and she was able to give him that note of affection.

Y/N fixed the collar of his suit. "Make me a promise." She said, gently tapping his chin so he would look up at her. "When it's time tonight, if you can't sit there...we'll just leave." Y/N tilted her face a bit so Dominik could make eye contact with her. "You take the lead and we'll follow. But even though you're upset, this isn't the night for you to get physical. Save it for tomorrow when it really matters."

Dominik took a second to think through her words before he gave a small nod. His arms wrapped around her body, his mind continuing to twist and turn in so many different directions. Hugging one of his partners though kept him grounded for the moment, and he knew he needed to keep himself together until his match the next day.

As they hugged, Rhea and Damian walked into the room. "Are you two lovebirds ready?" Rhea asked, making Y/N pull away from Dominik with a smile. "Ready as we'll ever be." She's already told her other partners about what she proposed to Dominik and they were on board, so now it was a matter of waiting to see what would happen.

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Overall, the night had gone really well. The Judgement Day had basically behaved themselves, even though Dominik's family was in direct eyesight, and they had all managed to sit through the entire program without being absolute maniacs. They had just a little bit of decorum, and Y/N was proud of all of them.

However, there was still one more hurdle for the night.

When it was time for Rey's portion of the evening, The Judgement Day all sat in silence while everyone else stood up and applauded. With Dominik and Y/N on the ends with Rhea and Damian in the middle, they stuck out like sore thumbs. And sure, people may have thought it was disrespectful, but they needed to stand with Dominik and what he was going through.

Y/N looked over at Dominik at one point though after Rey made his way down the ramp; she gave a look, almost reminding him, that it was okay to get up and leave. They were going to follow his lead and no one was going to leave him behind on this, but Dom needed to take the lead.

Eventually he made the decision to stand up. Dom looked at each of his partners, almost giving them a nonverbal sign as to what his plan was, and slowly stood up from his seat with each of them in tow. Rhea had her arm around Dominik's, and Y/N held hands with Damian as they made their way down the aisle.

For most people, they would be upset to hear others booing or shaming them. But for The Judgement Day, it was like music to their ears. And none of them cared what others thought about them, because they were doing this for Dominik. It wasn't about Rey, or the audience, or anyone else for that matter. It was about their partner, who needed to process his own emotions.

The four of them made their way backstage, letting them get their videos and pictures for social media as usual, but then once they were all alone it was clear just how much it hurt Dominik to even make that decision. A year ago, he didn't think he would be walking away from his dad's Hall of Fame induction. But here he was, and he was doing it with three amazing people by his side; three people who cared about him more than anyone ever had.

Y/N was the first one to react to Dominik's evident sadness. She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a hug, letting Dom rest his head in her neck so he could take a minute to calm down. "It's okay." She whispered. Rhea and Damian were close by, one of them rubbing Dom's back and the other keeping a hand on his shoulder. "We're proud of you. You did the right thing." She reminded him.

Dominik took a deep breath against Y/N's neck and nodded his head, allowing himself to feel for once and to let his partners comfort him. This didn't happen a lot, just because Dom had so much pride. But here he was; and truth be told, each of his partners were just as proud.

Eventually he pulled away and Y/N held his cheeks like he did earlier in the night. "Give him hell tomorrow, baby." She said softly, a small smile on her lips which he reciprocated.

Damian smiled as well and rubbed Dom's back one more time. "Let's get out of here. We have better places to be."

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

hello there, i would like to sayy, i also do something like the pizza thing. i eat the crust first, then whatever looks to be the yummiest part (part with the most/nicest toppings) last.

can you eleborate on the cupcake thing?

yeah see you get it!!

and ahhh so I break the bottom half of the cupcake cake off and eat that first, maybe with a tiny bit of icing added on. then I break the rest of the cake up into bites, but take most of the frosting off and add it onto the remaining cupcake. and so then for the last bite I have a tiny piece of cupcake cake and a TON of frosting remaining and I eat that last lmaoo

[sharmelasworld]

Falling in Love with A Superstar.

It's been six months since I started working with WWE as their social media director. During this time, I've had the opportunity to collaborate with all the superstars, from Bianca Belair to Jey Uso, and I've become particularly close with Jey.

One day, someone knocked on my door while I was sorting through some photos in my office.

"Come in..." I said, not looking up from my computer.

The door opened, and Jey walked in.

"Girl, look up for a minute," he said as he approached my desk.

"My bad," I replied, glancing up from the screen.

"What are you doing later?" Jey asked.

"Nothing special, just finishing up some work," I answered.

"Wanna go to the Waffle House later?" Jey suggested, moving to the other side of my desk.

"Sure..." I responded.

"Okay, I'll see you back here at 2:00 p.m.," Jey said.

"Sounds like a plan," I replied, returning my attention to my computer.

At 2:00 p.m., Jey was back in my office, waiting for me to finish my last task before we headed to the Waffle House.

"Girl, hurry up! I'm hungry!" Jey exclaimed.

"Don't rush me... I'm working on your social media promos," I said, shaking my head.

"Oh, alright. Just make the post look good," Jey replied.

"You know I will..." I said, saving the final touches of my work.

I closed my laptop and stood up from my chair.

"I'm ready to go," I said, grabbing my bag from the other chair.

"About time!" Jey said, moving past me to open the office door.

He stepped aside, and I walked past him as we left my office. We walked to the parking lot and got into Jey's black Range Rover.

"So, would you like to go to the Hall of Fame ceremony with me this weekend?" Jey asked as he started driving to the Waffle House.

"Do you think that will be a good idea? I mean, no one really knows that we talk outside of work." I said.

"I know... That's something else I want to talk to you about. We've been hanging out almost every day for the last 6 months. And I've grown to like you, so I wondered if you will be my girlfriend?" Jey asked.

I looked at Jey as he was driving.

"Is this guy for real? Asking me to be his girlfriend in the car, driving to the waffle house." I said.

Jey stopped at the stop light and looked at me.

"I know this isn't the ideal way of asking you to be my girl, but I couldn't wait any longer," Jey said.

"I know, but I would love to be your girlfriend," I said.

Jey grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my hand.

The Day of the Hall of Fame

I was in my office looking through some last-minute paperwork when my phone started to buzz. It was a text from Jey.

"Hey beautiful, I just wanted to let you know I'm booked for a match with LA Kight tonight. As soon as the match ends, meet me in the dressing room."

"Hey, handsome, I'll be out there to watch the match. Don't get too nervous when you see me." I replied.

Jey replied to my text with the winking face emoji. I put my phone down when I heard someone knock on the door.

"Come in,"

The door opened, and Garret entered the office with a dress bag.

"Your dress is here," Garret said, hanging the dress on the back of the chair.

"Thank you, Good sir," I said.

You're welcome," Garret said before leaving the office.

I looked at the time and realized it was time for me to leave and head over to the arena. When I got to the arena, I parked my car, grabbed my things, and headed inside. I said my hellos and walked to Jey's dressing room. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Jey, wrapped in a towel.

"Well, hello," I said, licking my lips.

"Hey, beautiful," Jey said, smiling.

Jey moved out of the way so I could walk into the room. I put my dress on the hook and turned around to see Jey coming up behind me. Jey grabbed my waist and looked me in the eyes.

"I've wanted to do this since our first meeting," Jey said.

My eyes closed slowly as I felt Jey's lips press against mine. My heart began to skip a beat as I returned the kiss.

I broke the kiss when I heard someone knock on the door.

"Shit," Jey mumbled under his breath.

I sat on the couch and smoothed out my top. Jey looked at me, and I nodded my head. Jey opened the door, and Jimmy and Trinity came walking in.

"Girl, are you okay," Trinity asked

"Yeah, why?" I asked

"Because your face is beet red," Trinity said, laughing, eyeing Jey in the corner.

Jey went into the bathroom before Trinity could ask him any questions.

"Yeah, I'm good. It's just hot in here," I replied, playing with my ring.

"Yeah, alright," Trinity laughed.

"Well, you'll meet us by catering when y'all are finished getting dressed," Jimmy said, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Got ya!" I said, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Come in," Jey said.

I walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Jey was standing by the sink topless. I walked over to where he was and wrapped my hands around his waist, cupping his pecks.

"Let's finish what we started later on tonight," I said into Jey's back. Jey turned around,

"Alright," Jey said, giving me a peck on the lips. "But let me handle this LA Knight business real quick.

Jey wore his pink "Yeet" shirt and headed to the gorilla position. I followed him and watched as he hyped himself up for this match. When his music hit, the crowd had me in awe.

Jey went out and entertained the crowd and did quick business with LA Knight. When he came back to the gorilla position, I licked my lips as I watched his sexy, sweaty body come back through the curtains.

"WOOO," Jey screamed.

I laughed as we walked into the dressing room together. I grabbed my dress, took it out of the bag, and hung it on the back of the door.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Jey asked, eyeing my short, red, sequenced dress.

Yeah, do you like it?" I asked.

"I love it," Jey said as he stripped out of his clothes. "Let me get in this shower."

"Damn, even the man's ass is fine," I said to myself.

I took my top off and sat in front of the mirror. I laid my make-up across the floor, and Jey came out in his towel.

"Boy, put on some clothes," I said, covering my eyes.

"Girl, you're not gonna say that later," Jey said, drying off his body.

"You right..." I mumbled.

"What you say?" Jey asked, smiling.

"Nothing," I said, putting on my foundation.

As we got dressed, I watched Jey move around the room. His movements made my heart skip a beat.

"Jey, Can you help me with my dress?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jey replied, coming to the other side of the room.

I took my sweats off and felt Jey's eyes on me. I smiled and turned to face him.

"Damn, you sexy girl!" Jey shouted, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.

"There's more to come," I said, stepping into my dress.

Jey helped me zip up my dress and put on my necklace.

"Thank you, " I said as I turned to face him.

"You look so beautiful," Jey said.

I bent my head and looked at the floor, hiding that I was blushing.

"Don't do that..." Jey said, lifting my face up to look at him. He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"You ready to go?" I asked

"Yeah, let's go," Jey said, putting on his watch. "Did Jimmy tell you where to meet them?"

"Yeah, by catering," I answered

"Alright, let's go," Jey said.

I grabbed my clutch and headed out the door. We walked to catering, stopping and talking to people there. We spotted Trinity and Jimmy and walked over to them. We took a few pictures, and they did a few interviews.

We were seated for the Hall of Fame ceremony a few minutes late. We enjoyed watching Paul Hayman, Rey Mysterio, Bull Nakano, The US Express, Lia Maivia, Muhammad Ali, and Thunderbolt Patterson get inducted into the Hall of Fame. It was a fantastic night, and the speech was excellent. We idled around the arena for a few minutes before Jey pulled me aside.

"Are you ready to leave?" Jey asked me in my ear.

"Yeah, let's go..." I said, grabbing a hold of Jey's hand.

We returned to the dressing room, gathered our stuff, and headed to the parking lot. Jey walked me to my car and put my things in the trunk. I rolled down my window when Jey approached the driver's side of my car.

"Follow me back to the hotel," Jey said.

"Sounds good," I said.

Jey leaned down and pecked me on the lips. I waited for Jey to get into his car and pull up beside me. I pulled out behind him and followed him to the hotel. We parked, got our stuff, and headed inside. We checked in and then got into the elevator. Once we were inside, Jey grabbed my waist and planted a lusty kiss on my lips.

"You look so beautiful right now. "Jey said as he held my waist.

I started to blush, and the elevator door opened on my floor.

"I'm going to freshen u, and I'll meet you in your room," I said.

"I'm in room 622," Jey said as I exited the elevator.  

I walked to my room and closed the door behind me. I put my bag on the table and grabbed everything I needed to shower. I freshened up and came out of the bathroom. I lotioned up and decided to wear my pink "YEET" with a sports bra and boy shorts underwear. I slipped on my flip-flops and headed down to the elevator. When I turned the corner, I ran into Bianca and Montez.

"Hey," I said as we crossed paths.

"Hey girl," Bianca said. Montez nodded his head.

Bianca looked me up and down and smiled.

"Don't have too much fun." She said, smiling.

"Same goes for you," I said.

The elevator opened, and I got on, pressing the 6 button. As the elevator went up 2 floors, butterflies appeared in my stomach.

"Girl, calm down," I said as the elevator stopped and I exited.

I walked to room 622 and knocked on the door. Jey opened the door with his body wet and glistening, wrapped in a towel.

"Hey sexy," Jey said, licking his lips.

"Hey, I said, walking into his hotel room.

"That shirt is looking really good on you," Jey said.

I smiled at him. Jey walked into the bathroom, and I followed him there. Jey was standing by the sink, so I walked over to him, wrapping my hands around his waist and kissing his back. Jey grabbed my hands and turned around to face me.

"Girl, you are driving me crazy," Jey said, with lust in his voice.

"Mission accomplished," I said with a giggle.

Before I could say anything else, Jey picked me up and returned to the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed. My heart began to race, and my breathing increased.

"Relax," Jey said as he dropped his towel.

"It's easier said than done," I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Sit up real quick," Jey said.

I sat in bed, and Jey took my shirt off and threw it to the ground. He licked his lips, and it made me start to blush. I'm sitting in bed in my sports bar and underwear, waiting for Jey to make the first move.

I stood up from the bed, facing Jey, when he reached over to me and pulled me closer to him. He moved my hair and started nibbling on my neck. My knees began to get weak, and Jey held on to me tighter. I threw my head back to give him more access to my neck. I let out a soft moan as Jey moved from my neck to my chest. He stopped long enough to take off my bra and dropped it to the ground. He took my right breast in his mouth, and

the feel of his mouth on my tender skin started to drive me wild. Jey backed me up to the bed and laid me down. He got between my legs, and I could feel his hard penis on my pulsating vagina. I reached up and pulled Jey closer to me and gave him a passionate kiss.

"Lay down..." I said after breaking the kiss.

Jey got from between my legs and lay beside me on the bed. I got up and straddled Jey's lap. Jey held onto my waist as I moved back and forth on his lap. I leaned down and started kissing Jey's chest. I moved down his chest until I got to his boxer band. I looked at Jey as I pulled his boxers off and threw them off the bed. Jey threw me back onto the bed and returned to his previous position, but this time, taking my underwear off.

"Damn, you are beautiful," Jey whispered as he looked at my naked body.

Jey began kissing my neck and moved down my chest, each kiss making my heartbeat. Before I could catch my breath, I felt Jey's head between my legs. I took a deep breath as Jey kissed my inner thighs. I closed my eyes as Jey worked his magic. I held onto the sides of Jey's head as he licked my center, causing me to moan out loud.

"Shit!" I screamed as my climax hit me hard.

Jey came up for air and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Followed me..." I said, getting up from the bed.

I walked over to the room's other side and pushed Jey onto the chair. I knelt down between his legs and looked him in the eyes. I held his hard penis in my hands, causing Jey to close his eyes and lean back in the chair.

I could feel his body tense up when I took his penis in my mouth, moving up and down his shaft.

"Shitt" Jey yelled.

Jey grabbed my head and pulled me away. He picked me up and carried me back to the bed. he got between my legs and slowly entered me, causing my eyes to roll into my head.

I moaned loudly, causing Jey to lean down and give me a lusty kiss. He pulled out and told me to turn around; now, on all fours, Jey entered me from behind, causing me to grasp for breath.

"Dmn, shit!!" I yelled.

Jey grabbed my waist, causing me to match his pace.

"Lay down," I said in my lusty voice.

Jey pulled out and laid down on the bed. I got on top of him and rode him like a cowgirl. Jey bit his bottom hip, and it drove me wild. Before I could go any further, Jey flipped me over and continued his business. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing him closer and deeper to me. I opened my eyes to see Jey over me, causing my heart to race. I pulled his face down to mine and bit his bottom lip.

"Baby," I moaned.

Before I could say anything, I dug my nails into Jey's shoulders and a bit down on my bottom lip as my climax hit me for the second time. My muscles tightened around Jey, and I could feel his body stiffen on top of me.

"Shit!" Jey yelled gutturally.

Jey grabbed a hold of my hips and moved faster. Jey moaned loudly as he hit his climax right after me. He collapsed to the other side of the bed, and we both lay there trying to catch our breath.

"Damn baby, you made me put in work tonight," Jey said.

I lay there with a smile on my face. As I turned over, Jey's arms wrapped around my waist. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The End!

[eaglyn]

Because you stuck around | Gojo Satoru x reader college au

Summary: you had been Gojo's only die-hard loyal friend in his so far twenty years of life, but it took saving him from a quarter-life crisis for him to finally admit to you just how precious you were to him Not proofread bc we're lazy Decided to switch it up a little from the usual Genshin stuff

You first met the man child when he was only a child, as your parents were great friends of his parents, which meant you two would get a whole lot of play dates as kids.

Whenever he looked into your eyes even back then, you felt like you were frozen in place by those radiant blues. There was also something about the way he looked at you, and only you. For a while you felt as if you weren't the only one who's stomach filled with butterflies when you gazed at one another.

Eventually, he got older and achieved a great amount of fame via all his amazing accomplishments, and also good looks. While he never had a weird phase in puberty regarding looks, he definitely did have a personality change.

All the praise went to his head, so much so that whenever he talked to you, it was always just about how awesome he was. In middle school, he had his own little cult, or gang of devoted followers, who by themselves could be considered the cool kids, but only when Satoru wasn't around.

He turned into one of the most insufferable of egotistical bullies, but he didn't bully you, and you stuck around. You always did.

In high school, you two went to separate high schools that were on the same street, right across from one another. Girls from your school would often sneak into his school during lunch break just to get a glimpse of him in the flesh, while you just rolled your eyes at the whole situation.

Still, you were there if he ever needed to boast about all the love letters he had received that week, or tell someone about all the details of his new girlfriend. You stuck around, even though it was a type of thankless devotion. It was a well known fact that you were his only long time good friend, so while many girls envied you and stared daggers at you in the halls or on the streets, other girls did anything they could to be friends with you, just to get information about Satoru.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little bit happy with your popularity.

Things changed when you two reached college. Both you and Satoru moved across the country to attend a prestigious college. During the first year, he got to live in his very own three bedroom mansion, while you just shared a dorm with three other girls, which you didn't mind, but it wasn't exactly luxury.

Your friendship was only being held together by the feelings you still had left for him after all this time, as now, he barely even talked to you anymore. He was way too caught up in his lavish lifestyle, blasting mountains of money on girls and partying each week, and steadily failing all his classes at the same time.

Still, you stuck around and watched over him from afar, but you could only roll your eyes and shake your head at what he was doing with his life. That brings you to this summer.

You had the highest grades from your entire year in your college, while it wasn't hard to guess that Satoru's were the lowest. You became quite popular, as many people asked you to help them with things they didn't understand, as well as just taking advice from you in general.

You'd never have expected a depressed looking Gojo Satoru to approach you one day, asking for help with dark circles around his eyes, messed up hair and clothes, and a look in his eyes that indicated a mental breakdown. Still, the way he looked at you was the same as back then.

"Y/n... can you please help me improve my grades? If I continue like this, I'll be kicked out. Please, I'll do anything." He said to you. If it were any other person with his lifestyle begging for help, you may have just laughed in their face and told them to change life paths entirely, but it was Satoru. You could only nod and offer a comforting hug.

You contacted his parents regarding his issues, and while they were furious at him, they couldn't stop thanking you for sticking around and helping him. They arranged for you to stay at his college house from now on, just so you could keep a closer eye on him as you two worked through his quarter life crisis together.

By the time you reached Christmas, his grades had improved majorly, and he was a completely changed person. He had gotten back his cheerful, bubbly personality that you once knew him for, and while he wasn't blatantly rude and egotistical, he continued to play into the act, partially as a joke, and also because old habits die hard. And you were the one to thank for this change for him, because as always, you stuck around.

This was his first time in so many years that he didn't spend Christmas partying, but instead with you, and only you, enjoying all the amazing foods you made, and otherwise curling up on the couch with you as you two binged movies.

You don't even know how many romcoms you two had gone through the past couple days, but while it was entertaining, you couldn't help but envy the people in those movies, always getting their happily ever after with the one they love, while you were just here, raising a man child that you had been in love with since you were two.

Little did you know that when you'd be opening your present from him on Christmas Eve, you'd find amongst all the amazing things he bought you, a hand-written letter, and that he'd be watching you anxiously as you opened and read it, praying to everything both up above and down below that you wouldn't react by ripping it up and tossing it on the floor.

My dear Y/n, This is my 89th attempt at writing this letter, but I'm afraid if I tried to tell you what I want to say in outspoken words, it would be even worse than this. Please don't hate me. I want to confess to you something that I was too scared to say out loud, so here goes. I know I might have never shown it, but I've loved you ever since we were just little kids. I know I was a really bad friend to you growing up, but you always continued to stick around, no matter how insufferable I got. I could never understand it. I was the one who was famous, the one who was deemed perfect by everyone on the outside, but it was you who turned out so amazing, while I just became a wreck, leaving you, the only one who stuck around after all this time, to fix me. I'm eternally grateful for everything you've done for me, and I wish I could repay you. I wish that some day you could find it in you to reciprocate my love for you, but even if you can't, I will always wait for you, just as you did for me, as a way of paying off my debt. Keep in mind that I've never actually confessed to anyone, as I never truly loved anyone that I've been with in the past, though you probably knew that by yourself. With sincere love, Satoru. P.S. I hope you didn't die of cringe by the time you reached the end of this.

You giggled as you read the line on the bottom of the paper, looking up at Satoru afterwards, and he seemed like a lost puppy with a begging look in his eyes. Even the time he came asking for your help, he didn't look like he was so hopeful.

"I didn't die of cringe, as you can see." You said with a smirk on your face, taking all of his constipated facial expression in as you kept eye contact for a long time period.

"...and?" He broke the silence after about fifteen seconds, gulping right after.

"I love you too, you idiot." You said, catching him as he practically flew into your arms. You had been waiting for this moment for way too long.

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips against yours, stealing your breath for a short time before pulling away after a few seconds. His cocky persona had returned.

"Why did I ever have my doubts? I'm awesome!" He said, making you giggle.

"What a man child." You shook your head before kissing him again, just enjoying the romcom moment you had been desiring for so long.

[90shaladriel]

Queen of Night and Stars

Ficlet inspired by the Rings of Power concept art by Julien Gauthier

He watched her. Standing slightly behind her right shoulder he looked down at her as they stood together on the dais of the lofty hall. Her gold and silver locks tumbled in waves down her back holding the very light of the gods they both rebelled against within each strand. Her white dress tucked beneath the polished black metal cuirass that signaled the mark of a warrior still. She was everything to him.

One by one the supplicants came before them pleading for this cause or to spare them of their hardship. Always they begged her, their lady of light, to deliver them from their afflictions.

And she did, with the unshakable calmness and wisdom of an ancient being now stronger than the foundations of the earth.

A group of townspeople from some backwater village required assistance that their bridge had been washed away in a flood. Galadriel smiled and assured them that her king’s men would be dispatched at once. She didn’t even bother asking anymore to order a detachment of his Orcs or Easterling men to do some errand like this.

Would he ever say no? How could he?

He was so proud of her taking her rightful claim to power, now it fit her, how all of Middle Earth shaped to her will now and adored her. He had played his part in the beginning, it was as he promised. He gave her that spiked silver crown and forced the pretender Gil-galad to surrender his. She of course restrained him in and micromanaged his battles to do the least harm, she had also convinced a greater portion of her people to put down arms and accept the new order.

A couple of humans, a man and wife with a sick baby, begged for something to make their child well. Their eyes full of tears as the woman looked up at Galadriel, the man glanced his way before casting his eyes down. Galadriel soothed the babe’s cries with a gentle hand on its forehead, she whispered in her native tongue a prayer to the Valar and he felt the pull of her on the unseen world drawing on his power to alter the very flesh of the living to make it whole again.

They loved her and they feared him.

It sat well with him. He actually had no desire for fame and glory, his ambitions had always been to order the world in a manner that felt right and good. Healing what he had done in ages past but forging a new order where he could save this land. If everyone thought she was the one saving it felt only natural, it’s what she deserved.

As she gathered her flowing white dress so she could delicately climb the stairs back to the dais at his side he admired her beauty more fully. She noticed of course and her smile turned into a tight frown.

She willingly ruled at his side but always rejected his advances. Ever since their first night of marriage, the solitary time she had given in to his desire and he had taken that opportunity. Years passed and whether it was some absurd custom of the Eldar or perhaps her long standing hatred for what he was, she refused him since. Did she fear giving him an heir? His mind did idle on that thought from time to time, what a new life would mean when that ritual of succession meant little to them since they would live forever. Looking at the healed child whose parents clutched so tightly he wondered if it would feel the same for their own?

How he wished he could bury his hands in her hair, pull her body against his and feel his lips drinking from her fair skin.

She knew this of course. Before the next villager came before them, he felt the tip of her right hand graze just over his left hand’s little finger. He caught the involuntary gasp before it left his mouth, but he saw the corner of her lip turn just so slightly upward, her blue eyes dancing in mirth as in a glade of flowers for those who knew where to look.

His Queen. He would stand by her side until the days ended and there was only night once more. They would be together still. His starlight in the dark.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54437683