#she is so special to me. we were girls together and she is so so special

[flux1563]

Waterbomb effect ft. Saerom

Words : 3k

Y/n is a man who is in a romantic relationship with all nine members of fromis_9.Fromis_9 is a girl group from Korea consisting of 8 members, including Roh Ji-sun, Song Ha-young, Lee Sae-rom, Lee Chae-young, Lee Na-gyung, Park Ji-won, Lee Seo-yeon, and Baek Ji-heon.The romantic relationship between y/n and the nine members is very special; he/she has access to the fromis_9 dorm.Y/n often has sex with each member every day in turns, and the members even enjoy listening to the sounds of each other's sessions from their respective rooms.

One day, y/n was invited by the members of fromis_9 to watch their performance at the Waterbomb Festival.Of course, he got a VIP spot, she could see the members getting ready from the dressing room, walking out to the stage together. He watched fromis_9's performance closely. Seeing the members' tight and revealing sexy outfits. Because this is a waterbomb festival, water is their friend on stage. They shot water guns at the audience, and sometimes even aimed at each other. His eyes were fixed on Saerom, her wet clothes made her beautiful body outline through the fabric she was wearing. When Saerom fired the water gun, he imagined something wild; he wanted Saerom to shoot strong and powerful water, but through her vagina.

SUMMARY^1: Y/n maintains a sexual relationship with all nine members of the Korean girl group fromis_9, frequently visiting their dorm. At the Waterbomb Festival, y/n is granted VIP access to their performance. During the show, they are aroused by Saerom's wet outfit, leading to a vivid sexual fantasy involving her water gun.

Y/n couldn't watch any longer, seeing Saerom looking so sexy made him hard.His pants were tight when his cock got hard, so he decided to wait for the members in the dressing room.He made a plan for Saerom, he would tear her shirt when Saerom entered the dressing room, regardless of whether the other members saw, he would execute his idea even if the other members were watching, he would show the other members how he made Saerom squirt.

Y/n from inside the dressing room could hear the music had stopped, she said to herself, "finally, the moment has come."The members entered the dressing room, intending to change clothes.Even though y/n was in the dressing room, the members ignored her because y/n had often seen the members naked in front of her.Saerom was the last person to enter the dressing room.Y/n suddenly approached him and immediately tore his wet shirt, leaving only his bra and underwear.

"Are you very eager to see our appearance, y/n?"One of the members spoke up when they saw y/n forcibly tearing Saerom's shirt."What does this mean y/n, Can't we wait until we get to the dorm later?” Saerom said while covering the bra she was wearing with her hand. "No, Saerom, I get really turned on watching you dance in your tight clothes," y/n replied.

Y/n's head immediately went down towards Saerom's groin, removing her underwear."Y/n, I'm embarrassed, I haven't had the chance to shave my pubic hair clean?"Saerom said.Saerom's vagina is very beautiful even though there are a few fine hairs on top of it."It's okay, Saerom," y/n replied.

Saerom's beauty is still very captivating in her current state."Do you want to do it here?"Saerom said shyly because the other members were circling around them and watching everything."Do it here y/n, we want to see Saerom's expression when she's being fucked by your big cock," one of the members said."We heard rumors that Saerom can squirt non-stop and very forcefully," one of the members shouted again to y/n.

Saerom is very embarrassed right now, how could the other members know that she is a squirter."Don't do it here y/n, I promise if you wait and do it in the dorm, I'll let you use me until you're satisfied," Saerom said."Are you sure you don't want to do it in front of all of them? Your pussy is already wet," he said. "I don't want to do it here, I didn't know my pussy was wet, I'm always wet in front of you," Saerom tried to persuade y/n.But y/n didn't care, she started licking Saerom's clitoris."Ahhhh" Saerom began to moan as she felt y/n's tongue wetting her clitoris.

Saerom felt her body betraying her, she felt something different.Doing something erotic while being watched was a new experience for her, and her body was starting to enjoy it."Wow, you look like a whore, Saerom. How can your pussy be so wet when we all watch together?"One of the members teased Saerom.Hearing that made her cheeks flush, it seems she likes being humiliated in public, something Saerom had not realized until now.

Saerom pulled y/n's hair, submerging her head deeper to lick her entire pussy."Ahhhh.... Ahhhh.... Ahhhh..... So delicious.....""Continue, y/n," said Saerom."Look at her, Saerom's face is losing control of its expression," one of the members said. "Come on, y/n, just a little more, we want to see Saerom orgasm while squirting," another member added.Saerom felt strange in her body, how could she reach orgasm even faster when being watched by others?"Answer Saerom, do you want to cum now, are you going to squirt?"Jiheon teased Saerom. Saerom just nodded in response. Saerom knew that y/n's tongue was indeed amazing, but he didn't expect to be made to orgasm so easily just by it."I cum y/n......ahhh" Saerom's legs trembled violently, y/n immediately stood up and moved away from Saerom. Suddenly, Saerom's vagina squirted intensely, her trembling legs straining with all their might to keep her standing."Look, the rumor that Saerom is an easy squirter is actually true," Nagyung said to everyone."Wow, you're amazing, Saerom. I'm so envious of you. I've always wanted to be able to squirt like you," Ha Young said.

Saerom wet the floor with her squirting liquid.The members looked at her with envy. "I'm a squirter too, but I can't squirt as hard and as much as you, Saerom. I'm really envious," Nagyung said to Saerom. The dressing room floor is very messy now because of Saerom's fluid."Now lick up the mess you made, Saerom, clean the floor until it's spotless." Y/n commanded Saerom.Saerom immediately obeyed the command, her body moving automatically upon hearing y/n's command. Saerom immediately knelt down and began licking the floor, tasting her own squirting fluid.

The members were shocked by what was happening, but their shock quickly turned into excitement. "Look at Saerom, she's like a kitten licking milk," said Gyuri, watching the scene with a grin. "I want to be the one to make her squirt next," said Seoyeon, looking at y/n with a hint of challenge in her eyes.Y/n just smirked and turned to Gyuri and Seoyeon, "You'll get your turn, but now watch me make her cum again," he said confidently.

Y/n crouched down behind Saerom, who was still busy cleaning the floor. He pulled her soaking wet panties to the side and began to insert his fingers into her warm, tight pussy. Saerom's moans grew louder as he started to thrust his fingers in and out, the sound echoing through the dressing room. "Fuck, you're so wet," y/n murmured as he felt her juices coating his fingers. Saerom's body was responding to the pleasure even though she was in the middle of her embarrassing task. She couldn't help but push her ass back into his hand, begging for more.

The other members watched with bated breath, their own arousal building as they saw Saerom's reaction. "Oh, my god, she's going to cum again," whispered Jiwon. The tension in the room grew thick as y/n added another finger and began to rub Saerom's g-spot. Saerom's moans grew more intense, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as she squirted for the second time, her liquid spraying onto the floor and y/n's hand. Her body convulsed, and she leaned against his chest, panting heavily.

The members clapped and cheered, their eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're incredible, Saerom," said Jisun, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen anyone squirt like that," added Gyuri, clearly impressed. The atmosphere in the dressing room shifted from shock to awe. The other members looked at y/n with a mix of envy and desire, wishing they were the ones being pleasured so masterfully.

Yet, when they approached him, eager to be next, y/n held up his hand, a firm but playful smile on his face. "Hold on, girls," he said. "Tonight is all about Saerom. I promised her a special performance, and I'm not one to break my promises." The air was electric as the other members stepped back, their desire palpable, but also understanding that y/n had a plan for each of them.

Saerom, still panting from her intense orgasm, looked up at y/n with a mix of surprise and arousal. She had never felt so exposed, yet so desired, in front of her fellow members. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she realized she didn't want it to end. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of the others watching her, their eyes glued to her body's reactions.

"Now get up, all of you, and start recording," y/n announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The other members scrambled to grab their phones, the anticipation in their movements clear. They had never seen anything like this before, and they were eager to capture the moment. Saerom hesitated for a second, but the desire to please y/n and the excitement of the situation overrode her shyness. She stood up, her legs still wobbly, and leaned against the wall for support.

The room was ablaze with the light from the phones as they all aimed their cameras at the couple. Y/n stepped closer to Saerom, his erection straining against his pants. He undid his belt with a dramatic flourish, letting his pants drop to the floor. His cock sprang free, making the members gasp in awe. It was even bigger than they had imagined. Saerom's eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

"Just watch and record," y/n ordered the group, his voice thick with desire. The members didn't need to be told twice. They began to whisper to each other, their excitement growing as they watched y/n stroke his cock, teasing the head with his thumb. He stepped closer to Saerom, pushing her back against the wall. She could feel the coldness seep into her skin as he placed his hand on her neck, his thumb tracing gentle circles.

Without warning, y/n thrust into her, filling her completely. Saerom's eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned out loud. The camera clicks and gasps from the others only heightened her arousal. He began to move, his hips slamming into hers in a rhythm that was both brutal and tender. Saerom's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she matched his every thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small space, mingling with her cries of pleasure.

The members were captivated, their own hands moving to their own bodies as they recorded the intense scene. Some were biting their lips, others were blatantly playing with their breasts and clits. They couldn't help but be affected by the raw passion on display. They had never seen Saerom, their shy and sweet bandmate, act so wanton. It was thrilling and exhilarating.

Y/n leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "You're going to cum for me again, right here, right now," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. Saerom nodded, her voice lost in the sea of pleasure. She felt her pussy clench around him, her orgasm building. With one final, deep thrust, she let go, her body convulsing as she squirted all over his cock and the floor. The room was filled with her cries and the sound of his balls slapping against her ass. The members watched, their eyes wide with lust as they recorded every moment.

"More, more, more! I want you to make Saerom squirt again until she's brainless!" Jisun shouted, her own hand buried in her panties. Y/n chuckled, the challenge in her voice only serving to fuel his desire. He picked up his pace, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into Saerom's tight pussy. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind unable to process anything except the feeling of y/n inside her. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy spasming with each thrust.

He reached between them and began to rub her clit in perfect time with his thrusts. Saerom's moans grew more desperate, and she could feel herself on the edge of another orgasm. "Y/n, I'm going to... I'm going to..." she gasped, her body taut as a bowstring. He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "That's it, baby, let it go," he urged her on. And with that, she did, her pussy gushing around him in a powerful, wet climax that left her trembling.

The members cheered and clapped, their own arousal reaching fever pitch. "Again," Gyuri whispered, her voice thick with need. Y/n didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled out of Saerom, the sound of her wetness echoing through the room. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around, pushing her onto the dressing room table. "Spread your legs," he demanded, his voice commanding. She complied without hesitation, her legs spread wide as he pushed back into her from behind.

With renewed vigor, he began to fuck her hard and fast, his hand coming down to rub her clit with every thrust. Saerom's body was a blur of pleasure, her orgasms blending into one never-ending wave. She could feel her mind slipping away, consumed by the intense sensations. "Cum for me again," y/n growled, his voice low and primal. And with that, she did, squirting all over the table and his hand, leaving it slick with her juices. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a long, drawn-out moan as he continued to pound into her, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

The other members watched, their own hands moving faster as they touched themselves. They could feel their own arousal reaching new heights, desperate for their turn with y/n. But for now, they were content to watch the show, their eyes glued to the screen of their phones as they recorded every moment. "Keep going, y/n," Ha Young encouraged, her voice shaky. "Make her beg for mercy."

And so he did. He varied his pace, sometimes slow and sensual, other times fast and punishing. He whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he loved watching her squirt for him, how much he enjoyed making her lose control. Saerom's responses grew more incoherent, reduced to whimpers and gasps as she lost herself in the pleasure. "Please, y/n, I can't take anymore," she begged, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

But y/n was relentless. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, how to make her squirt over and over again. He felt her pussy tighten around him, the signs of another orgasm approaching. He increased his speed, his hand moving faster on her clit. "Cum for me, Saerom," he ordered, his voice a seductive purr. And she did, her body convulsing as she squirted all over the floor, the sound of her pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the table, her body a trembling mess.

"I... I can't," Saerom panted, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Yet y/n didn't stop, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I won't," he whispered against her ear, his voice low and intense. "I wouldn't stop until my seed was empty, Saerom."

With renewed strength, he picked her up and carried her to the floor, laying her down gently. He hovered over her, his cock still hard and slick with her juices. "Look at me," he demanded.

Saerom managed to open her eyes, meeting his intense gaze. He pushed back inside her, his strokes deep and powerful. She moaned, her body responding despite the exhaustion. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a mix of love and dominance. "Mine to fill, mine to make squirt."

The members watched, their eyes glazed over with desire. They had never seen Saerom look so wild, so uninhibited. It was like watching a side of her they had never known existed. They could feel their own panties growing wet, their bodies aching for his touch. "Fuck, she's so hot," someone murmured, their voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Cum for me, Saerom," y/n groaned, his own release building. "Let me see your beautiful face when I fill you up."

Saerom nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She focused on the feeling of his cock inside her, the way it filled her completely. Her hips began to move again, her body responding to his command. And with one final, powerful thrust, she came again, her pussy clamping down on him, her body shaking as she squirted once more.

Y/n grunted, his own orgasm following closely behind. He pumped into her, filling her with his cum, his warmth spreading through her. He leaned down and kissed her, a gentle contrast to the roughness of their earlier actions. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice softer now.

Breaking the kiss, he turned to the other members, who were all still recording. "Now," he said, his voice still a little rough from his own climax, "send all of that to the public."

The room went silent for a moment, the only sound the panting of the two on the floor. Then, the members looked at each other, excitement flashing in their eyes. They knew what this meant: their little secret would no longer be just that. The thought of the world seeing Saerom's uninhibited passion and their own desire for y/n was intoxicating. One by one, they hit send, the videos of the intense scene flying out into the digital ether.

Their phones chimed in unison as they received messages of confirmation. The videos were uploaded, and now, the world would see what they had all just witnessed. The anticipation was palpable, the thrill of the taboo act adding to their arousal. "It's done," Gyuri announced, her voice a little shaky.

Y/n pulled out of Saerom, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He helped her to her feet, his arms around her waist to steady her. She leaned into him, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. "Thank you," she whispered, her cheeks still flushed.

The other members stepped closer, their eyes on y/n's cock. They could see that he was still hard, still ready for more. "Who's next?" he asked, his eyes scanning the group. They all stepped forward eagerly, their own desires now out in the open. The dressing room had turned into a playground of lust, and they were all eager to join in the fun.

The next few hours were a blur of passion and pleasure. Each member took their turn with y/n, their performances recorded and uploaded for the world to see. They took turns being both the performers and the audience, watching and participating in a series of scenes that grew increasingly wild. The dressing room was a mess of discarded clothes, water, and sex, the floor sticky with a mix of sweat and cum.

As the final member's cries of pleasure faded and the last video was sent, they all collapsed onto the floor, spent and satisfied. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, and their laughter filled the room. They had never felt so close, so connected. The bond between them had been strengthened by their shared secret, and they knew that nothing could ever break it.

Their phones began to buzz with notifications, the outside world reacting to their public display of desire. They didn't care about the scandal that was sure to follow. All that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of belonging and being desired. They had shared something special, something that would always be theirs, no matter what the world threw at them.

The members of fromis_9 looked at each other with a mix of excitement and apprehension. They had crossed a line, but they didn't regret it. In fact, they were all looking forward to the next time they could all be together, to explore their desires further, to push their boundaries even more.

The next day, the viral videos had taken the internet by storm. Fans and media outlets alike couldn't get enough of the explicit footage featuring Saerom's unbridled passion. The comments sections were flooded with shock, praise, and an endless stream of thirst. The news spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the globe. The group's social media accounts were bombarded with both love and hate, but the love was undeniably stronger.

The record label was initially horrified, but upon seeing the unprecedented spike in their social media engagement and the skyrocketing sales of their latest single, they quickly changed their tune. They called an emergency meeting, trying to decide how to handle the situation. Some suggested a public apology, but others saw the viral videos as a golden opportunity to boost their image, to show the world that the group was not just a bunch of innocent girls, but also women with desires and needs.

Saerom herself was a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention but also secretly thrilled. She had always been the shy one in the group, but now, she was the center of attention for reasons she never could have imagined. She felt a newfound confidence in herself, knowing that she could make people feel the same intense pleasure that y/n had given her.

The other members watched the news in amazement, their faces plastered on every website and magazine. They were now the talk of the town, the scandal of the century. Yet, they weren't scared. They had each other, and they had the protection of y/n. They had become more than just bandmates; they had become a family, united in their shared experience and their love for one another.

The story grew wilder with each new piece of "leaked" content. Each member had their own moment in the spotlight, and they reveled in the attention. The scandal had turned into a phenomenon, and fromis_9 was now more popular than ever. The group decided to lean into it, teasing fans with suggestive posts and even hinting at more to come. They had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

[purebarnes]

MR GRAMPS- I MEAN GRUMPY

synopsis. when bucky gets a little grumpy. or when america and kamala bug him all day.

contents. fluff, bucky being a girl dad to children who aren’t his lol. grumpy bucky. swearing (barely)

pairings. bucky barnes x fem!avenger

Everyone in the avengers compound were getting ready for their first official meeting with some new faces and as some people were just talking among themselves. You had seen throughout the room that some younger recruits had been wandering.

With that, you went to clear your throat.

Heads turned to your direction. Being a close friend of Tony, everyone had agreed that you’d be the best choice for a leader to lead everyone in a new direction.

“I’d like to begin. If you all could just come closer and have a seat.” You spoke looking at all of them who had a seat, other just standing up.

A girl who had beamed up and sat right in the front seat looking you up closely. You felt her eyes right in front of you and gave her a soft smile, squeezing her shoulder lightly.

“Alright. First thing first, we have a bunch of new faces so I’ll just begin.” Grabbing your tablet that had projected on the screen in front of them.

“Let’s see. Bishop?” You asked when you saw a hand go up who had been sitting next to Clint.

“Lang?” Expecting one hand to raise. Two hands went up as you let out a soft chuckle, “Cute. Not you Scott.” Scott let out a cackle, when Hope went to slap his arm playfully.

“Okay. Chavez?” The teen girl raised her hand.

“Khan-" You hadn’t gotten to finish when she interrupted you, “I’m here! I just want to say im a big fan of you all, Captain America! And Ant man and you, oh! I know you. I love your suit, what’s it made of? I know all about you!”

Kamala had blabbed on, she had beamed about every superhero in the room as she got some amused looks at her as you nodded.

“I’m happy that you are excited Kamala. Let me just finish alright honey.” The girl gave her a nod and she sat back down, still smiling to herself.

“Listen, we don’t have big threats as of now. But we do have some intel on some robberies going on throughout the city. I want to team you all up in groups, work with the new guys and Scott please do not eat ALL of the donuts.”

“Hey!” Scott got up abruptly, frowning. “They are meant to be eaten.”

Before you could walk forward, a presence came in front of you and you stepped back to see America and Kamala. “I sent everyone their designated assignments and groups.”

America looked ahead, “Where do you want us?”

You hummed, giving both the girls a sincere smile “My dears, I want you to meet my special friend.” You spoke walking towards your favorite grumpy guy.

“Bucky.” Right then Bucky had been in a full conversation with Sam about some nonsense that you didn’t care to be apart of, you tapped his shoulder.

“Ohhh. Yeah real special.” Kamala gave you a grin when you furrowed your brow together, “I know all about you two. Carol told me everything.”

Bucky sighed at her.

“Bucky, I want you to help the girls.”

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Why me? Give them to Scott or Clint.”

You stared at him, “Cause I said so.”

Kamala and America both looked at you and Bucky bickering back and forth about them going with him. America chuckled at them, you grabbed your tablet once you finished talking to Bucky.

“I just sent over everything you need to know about them, they aren’t monsters. They are just girls.” Eyeing them quickly.

Bucky grunted grabbing his tablet and checking to see who he had been grouped up with.

K. Khan

A. Chavez

Seeing that you only had paired him up with the girls, he turned around. Giving you a “really?” look as you you gave him a smile and turned once more.

“It will work out. Girls, Bucky will be your leader and,” You said but put your head down so they could hear you, “Between us.” You signaled with your finger.

“He tends to get a little grumpy and he’s technically is like 100 years old so..”

“I can hear you.” He interrupted.

“Clearly has no manners.” The girls had chuckled at the older woman.

“Don’t worry, we got this.”

You faced Bucky to see not happy at you with your executive order, eyeing the two girls. America eyed him and backed up.

You giggled. “Thanks. I love youuuu.” Giving him a short peck on his cheek, singing the last part as you went your own way on your duties.

Right as you left, Bucky was left with America and Kamala where one had looked very concerned and the other looked giddy.

Taking the tablet and walking ahead not saying anything to the girls. America rolled her eyes, “Okay. Do we follow or- okay im just gonna follow you.”

“You walk fast for an old man.” Kamala added.

Bucky stopped abruptly. Turing around slowly, “I’m 105- that’s old. Like very old.”

Glaring at the brown girl, she mumbled. “He’s old but he can hear.” America nodded in agreement.

“So.. how long have you been together? And how does that work?”

Bucky blinked slowly. Ignoring them as they all reached towards a training ground, America started to bring up the conversation from before.

“She’s very pretty.”

“And funny.”

“Mm hm.” Bucky replied.

“As much as I’d like to finish this conversation. You two need to start on training.”

-

Bucky had never been so happy to finish training and finally go home, many endless hours of the teen girls just talking and talking about every little thing. If it was about you and Bucky or about their families back home, they would just talk.

“That was such a fun day!” Kamala beamed up, standing up as she saw Bucky still on the ground laying down with his eyes closed.

America hummed, “Yeah.. Bucky?”

“Is he dead?” She asked quietly as she saw that he wasn’t moving moving.

“I wish.” Bucky mumbled still with closed eyes.

“No way. Then you wouldn’t have us!” Kamala giggled.

Bucky blinked, “Yeah that would be a bummer.”

“Let’s go gramps.” America spoke out.

Bucky got up and reached for the door, “Let’s go.”

As the three of them went towards the compound, they noticed that half of the team had left and it was just you and Sam left.

You smiled looking at the girls, “How’d it go?”

“They are awful.” Bucky groaned.

“It was great!” Kamala cheered.

Looking at the girls, “Listen Buck. I know you just spent the whole day with them but I promised Strange and Danvers that I’d keep them safe. They need a home.”

“Fine. But they better not be annoying like they were today.”

“Thank you.” You replied giving him a quick squeeze.

Bucky turning around, “Let’s go before I leave you here.”

-

Once you had officially welcomed the girls into your home, “So this is it. Welcome home.”

“You got a nice home. Very cozy.” America complimented, looking ahead to see a home she hasn’t seen in awhile.

“Please don’t break anything. Talking to you both.”

“We’d never! Look at this.”

Something almost falling off the counter until you caught it quickly, “Alright. Girls let’s get ready for dinner.” Chuckling lightly to see them walking around to see more of the house.

“Sure. This way? Or this.. we will find it.” Waving it off and looking for the bathroom.

-

[lowkeyerror]

My Wife, My Everything

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: Requested, established relationship, Rio in the coven, fluff, wedding

Summary: It's been over 300 years it might be time to put a ring on it.

An: 🫣 hey... how yall doing? It's nearly 3 months since my last post, it's also 3am. The inspiration came and died and then i got scared to go the app 🫣 idk if I'm back, but hey

Masterlist | Masterlist 2

It just made sense. That’s what you told yourself when you decided to propose to Agatha. She hadn’t hinted at wanting to get married or pressured you into it, but it had been years. Hundreds of years, that you had been committed to each other. You’d been married over and over if common law had anything to say about it.

You were in the backyard of your house late on night. Simply going down memory lane with each other. Sharing stories and laughter easily. Agatha was looking out at the sky while you were looking at her. The ring box flat in your pocket.

“We should get married,” you had said casually.

“Is this you asking me?” Agatha had an amused tone in her voice.

“Give me second.”

It’s not graceful as you get out of your chair. Her eyes follow you as you get down on one knee. Your hand finds one of hers.

“Are you-?”

She watches carefully as you pull out the ring box from your pocket. It opens, and inside is one of the most beautiful gems Agatha has laid her eyes on. The central diamond sparkles something fierce while the band also gleams.

“I think it’s fair to say that I’ve already made the decision to spend the rest of my life with you. It’s nearly been 3 centuries that we’ve been together.  Which perhaps makes this very long overdue, but neither of us are too keen on good timing. I don’t want to ramble too much. I did have all these things I wanted to say and express, but I think in the simplest terms, it’s just that I’d love to marry you.”

Agatha had tears welling in her eyes, she wiped them away dramatically, “I mean you could ramble a little.”

You roll your eyes but begin speaking nonetheless, “We never really talked about marriage so it never really crossed my mind. Recently though, I’ve been wondering, why not? Why not add, my wife into the vocabulary of all the other things I call you? It’s a new age, it’s perfectly legal. I decided a long time that I wanted forever with you and I'd like to think you want forever with me. This ring is just me doubling down on something I already believe in, us.”

She takes your face in her hands, “You’re taking my last name.”

You surge forward, lips pressing against her’s. Her soft palms feel warm against your face. You melt like it’s the first time you kissed her.

You pull away first a giggle escapes your lips, “I figured that much.”

She pecks your lips once more, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wedding planning wasn’t something you and Agatha were necessarily good at. However, your coven was more than capable of handling the special day. It wasn’t going to be anything extravagant, just a backyard affair with your closest friends.

Rio handled the flowers, Jen and Billy worked on the set up, Alice was preparing the music, and Lilia would be officiating.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you look at yourself in your wedding attire.

The classic white color with accents of purple had you smiling.

“About time any longer and I would’ve stolen her back from you,” Rio approaches you from behind.

“Very funny Vidal,” you say dryly.

She turns you to her straightening out your clothes a bit, and fixing a loose strand of your hair. She smiles at you brightly, “There, now you look a little more ready to marry the love of your life.”

“Thank you, Rio. For all your help,” you get sappy with her.

In classic fashion she rolls her eyes, “Don’t go all soft on me. I just want to see my girls happy. Now get out there and make it official after 300 years.”

You go out first, standing to the right of Lilia as your other friends looked on. You couldn't stop the smile on your face waiting for Agatha to walk down the aisle.

Alice begins playing the classic wedding song. Your posture straightens a bit. When you see Agatha in her dress for the first time it knocks the air out of your lungs.

You don’t fight the tears that spill from your eyes. How could you? She was stunning possibly even more than the day you met her.

When she’s directly in front of you, you reach for her hands and she takes yours.

Lilia properly starts the ceremony and when she gets to the vows you’re prepared, but Agatha wants to go first.

“I never thought that someone like me could be afforded a happy ending. The life I lived is far from innocent and pure. It had been an uphill battle for as long as I could remember. Then you came into my life and did something that I didn’t think was possible. You loved me. Despite all of my… flaws, despite my reputation, despite my stubbornness, you loved me. There’s not a second that goes by that I don’t feel your loved wrapped around me. Something like a warm hug shielding me from a snowstorm. It doesn’t seem like enough, but from you it is. I vow to be that for you until my last breath because for over 300 years you’ve been saving me from freezing me to death."

It takes everything in you to keep from sobbing during her voes, your speech forgotten in your brain. You look into her eyes when it’s your turn, speaking from your heart.

“When I proposed I said I didn’t want to ramble, because if I started, I’d never stop. There’s nothing that I don’t love about you Agatha. I love when you scowl at the kids at the mall, I love when you use magic for mundane things like turning the lights on, I love when you hum to yourself while you work, I love when you yell at me for not wearing my glasses. You say that I’ve been saving you, but love, you’ve been saving my ass since the day we met. You quite literally saved me from those hunters, you took me in when you didn’t have to. When everyone was saying it was against your character. Maybe I saved your from freezing, but you’ve saved me from burning myself into the ground. I don’t have anything new to promise you after over 300 years. All I have is the same thing you’ve had since the beginning; my everything.”

There’s not a dry eye in the audience as you two stand across from each other. Tear streaks running down your faces. Even Lilia has to wipe her eyes.

“If anyone has a reason that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Rio slowly pretends to raise her hand before Jen smacks her in the back of the head. It earns a chuckle from the audience, everyone knowing it was a joke. It was needed after such intense vows.

 “Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

Neither of you hesitated. Though you had an audience there was no use in trying to hold back the passion. The vows had charged the moment. With rings on your fingers and tears on your face, you melted into each other.

Applause and boisterous cheers rang out when you parted. When you looked into her eyes it’s as if she was the only person there.

“I love you, my gorgeous, powerful, and brilliant wife,” you can’t help but smile while saying it.

Agatha lets out an endearing laugh, “I love you too. My wife, my everything.”

[yourmomsfavouritegirl]

Absorb and adore

Nika Mühl x football Reader

Warnings; mention of injuries, this shit is a bit emotional but nothing else i think..

A/N; this is kinda short i know but who will say no to a Nika fluff? Anyways I am just trying to write as quick as i can cause ain't no way i haven't posted in so long. Anyways I'll see y'all hopefully soon. Hope you enjoy!

Sweat dripping down. My head was pounding like crazy. Lights blinding me as i drove in to get the ball from Alisha. I made a swerve dodging a player trying to tackle me. I jumped up and received the ball heading for a touchdown. I could hear my heart in my ears. As i run down the field i managed to achieve the touchdown before falling down as i had just given us the win.

"YEAH MAN" i heard Alisha shout as i opened my eyes. We had done it. We won. "WE WON?!" I shouted in disbelief. "YEAH BABY. YOU SCORED US THE FINAL POINT MAN" She shouted helping me up. I laughed not believing this as she hugged me tightly. I took off my helmet to get some fresh air and looked out at the stands. Only to find her eyes staring at me with a huge smile. A grin made it's way to my face as she mouthed at me an 'i love you' making me blush a bit.

My team swarmed in circling me celebrating the win with all of our hearts. We laughed and danced together. We got the cup and took many pictures with it before shaking hands with my teammates. They picked me up and chanted all together since i had given us the winner. I laughed and told them to put me down before we all hugged eachother.

"So Anna tell us how do you think this game rolled out?" A journalist pulled me aside and asked. "Well this was a really tough game. The other team were all beasts on the field. I really am thankful that my team and i have a connection and understand what each one of us is going to do. Practically i think the reason we won is because of the special communication we all have" i said as the girl nodded. "Is there someone who you're willing to dedicate this win to?" She asked again and at that moment i looked at the stands. A smile made it's way to my face before replying "yeah. I don't need to say a name. She already knows who she is" dhe nodded once more and thanked me for my time before letting me go.

I looked at my team and all of them seemed like baby kids in a candy store. I chuckled at the sight. Everything seemed great but i wasn't at a place where i could celebrate on my full. Somewhere in the game i hurt my leg leaving me now limping my way to the locker room.

I got in and sat down before resting my head on my hands letting out a deep breath i was holding for a while. We had won and i was extremely happy about it. But my leg was hurting a lot and regret filled my mind as i thought it would've been better if i had told my coach.

My thoughts were soon interrupted as someone entered the room. I looked up and saw her standing next to the door. She was looking sympathetically at me. A proud smile on her face with a worried expression could be seen on her face.

With the same eyes i had fallen in love with she was now searching for clues. "Nika I-" i went to speak but she just shushed me and brought me in a tight hug. Her scent filled my nostrils as her grip tightened around my neck. "I know baby. I saw it" she whispered in my ear making me tear up a bit.

"I just wanna go back to the dorms. Please" i said and she nodded before helping me pack my things and headed to her car. We got in and drove to the dorm complex. She held my hand tightly every now and then caressing it with her thumb. It was something we did when we wanted to tell eachother that we love them silently. I smiled at the gesture before i kissed it softly and rested my head for a sec against it.

Soon we were on our floor opening the door to our dorm. I had showered in the lockers after the game so now all we had to do was sleep. I left my things on the floor near the bed before sitting down to take a deep breath. Nika soon came into the room sitting in front of me holding my hands. To be honest it hurt pretty bad. But I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell Nika that.

"Does it hurt that bad?" She asked worriedly. I nodded hesitantly in response. Truth is it wasn't just the pain that was killing me now. It was the fact that i couldn't celebrate freely with my teammates due to a stupid call i made.

A small smile appeared on my face at her reassuring words and I nodded agreeing with her. "Good. You want me to rub your shoulders? Help you relax a bit?" She asked as she smiled at me. "No no. I just want some soft scratches on the back. Just to put me to sleep" i answered and that's exactly what she did.

"It hurts pretty bad. But it's nothing serious. I'm probably just overreacting" i answered and looked at her in the eyes. A sign of worry was shown on her face trying to find something in my eyes. The naked truth i was afraid to say. Although almost immediately she understood why i was acting like this.

"They'll understand honey. You'll explain and they will understand. They love you. I love you. There's nothing to worry about here other than your health. You're their captain for fuck's sake" she said taking a hold of my hand.

She lied down and made me lay on top of her. She took of my shirt and softly started caressing my back with her nails. Soft hums left my lips as i enjoyed too much what was going on. A soft smile was plastered on her face as she stayed up untill i was off to deep sleep.

Nika always knew how to calm me down. How to reassure me. She was always there for me and she loved me for who i was. I was trouble but she loved that about me. And i loved everything about her. If i didn't mary this woman i would probably never mary at all.

[rafesbabygirlx]

FORGET ME NOT | Part 3

𝚂4!𝚁𝙰𝙵𝙴 𝚇 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

Summary: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚊, 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜- 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝-𝚖𝚎-𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍.

1k words 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 1 -> 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2 -> Part 3 -> 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 4

Rafe went home that night buzzed. He shouldn’t have mixed alcohol with his meds but the image of seeing your face, so distant, sent him into a bit of a spiral. It was like he had been struck by lightening, been told he was ok and struck again the second he stepped back outside.

Why didn’t you want to see him? What the hell happened? He tried putting bits and pieces together but nothing would work. He brought everything to the kitchen island. His journal, your notes, the ring. Nothing came to him. He had to of been really fucked up in Morocco to forget a face like yours. You were beautiful. He wanted you to be his again.

Rafe tried for the past two years to control his anger, to try to make amends, to be a better overall person. You must’ve had a play in that. Your presence across the bar seemed to have given that off. The internal struggle he was dealing with right now was sending him over the edge. He gripped the edges of the island tightly, his breath getting heavy. Before he knew it, he whipped out his hand and flung the vase of flowers. The glass shattered everywhere. The dead, dried petals slowly floated onto the floor. A representation of his life the past 2 weeks.

The shattering exuding his inner turmoil and his breakdown. He’d never thought in a million years he’d be so worked up over something like this. He was never one to settle down and find a girl he’d make his. You were clearly special, given the fact that you returned his mothers engagement ring. He watched the petals drop down, one by one. They were each remnants of his life. Lifeless, brittle and crumbling. The sound of the crash of the vase rang through his ears.

Brought him back to how Groff and Hollis fucked him over. Brought him back to how angry he was to learn that Groff had killed JJ. He hated that kid for most of his life, but one thing that was clear was that he was loved and he loved hard back. Something Rafe inspired to have. He knew Hollis was dead and sure as shit hoped Groff was too. He only now just realized he never even asked Sarah if they got their revenge.

Rafe has been waiting outside the country club for 5 hours. Posted, on look out. He wasn’t letting you slip by that fast again. His phone started buzzing, he looked down to see Sarah’s name on the screen.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asked his sister.

“Just doing my normal daily check in. How are you?”

“Fine, just hanging out,” Rafe tried to seem as nonchalant as possible.

“I can hear it in your voice Rafe, we may not have been cool for a long time but I’m still your sister.”

“How’s the baby doing? Growing? Malnourished?”

“What the fuck? No. The baby’s doing great. Now stop changing the subject. What’s going o-” Sarah’s voice is slightly cut off as the call switches to FaceTime.

Rafe’s huffs out a deep breath clicking accept. Sarah’s big smile lights up the screen as she sees her brother. Something he’d never expect to see again.

“I’m just working on something.”

“In the car?”

“Yes, in the car.”

“What business needs to be handled in the car?” He can hear the commotion of the rest of the Pogues in the background. He wants to just open up to her about what’s been going on but he doesn’t want to have to deal with the rest of them.

“You have any headphones?”

“I think so yeah,” Sarah gets up to rummage around. “Got 'em!”

“Put them in.”

Rafe begins to tell Sarah about everything that’s going with him. She listens to him attentively, again something he’d never expect to see again. Just seeing the care in his sister's face as he delves into all the chaos swarming in his mind means everything to him.

Sarah takes it all in as she leans back and rubs her growing stomach. She admitted to Rafe before that she didn’t know much about his life before Morocco, so she couldn’t be of much help with any of this. But he was just happy to have had her listen to him.

“That’s crazy Rafe. I’m sorry I don’t know what else to say.”

“It’s ok, there’s nothing to say. I’ve been meaning to ask you, what happened with Groff? Is he dead?”

“Oh he’s dead don’t you worry. We also got the crown. We have someone coming tomorrow to purchase it. We’ll be getting 15 million a piece, Rafe. How insane is that? I’ll get you yours after everything is settled.”

“Wow.” Was all Rafe was able to get out. 15 million. Wow.

“Sorry for not telling you sooner. Part of me didn’t want to bother you with all of that while you were still healing. Part of me wanted to just show up and surprise you with a check. Even though we’re still in mourning, we’re still happy to have gotten our revenge on that sick piece of shit. For us and you, you made quite a bit more than 400k huh?” Sarah chuckled, making Rafe chuckle.

“Yeah, despite everything I am happy for you guys. Truly.” Rafe gave his sister a somber smile before his eyes flicked up quickly. He did a double take to the entrance of the country club. “Sarah I gotta go - it’s her.”

“Good luck brother!” The call ended.

Rafe took a few deep breaths as he watched you for a second. He didn’t know why he was so nervous to get out of the car. He had nothing to be nervous about really. He didn’t even know what happened with the two of you.

He got out of his truck, walking towards you slowly. He didn’t want to scare you off. He wanted to approach you as softly as possible. You were digging through your bag not paying attention. When you finally grabbed you keys, you looked up locking eyes with Rafe yet again. The second time in 3 weeks since he left you for Morocco.

“Rafe?” Your face looked sad. Like you’ve been carrying the weight of something. Something you thought Rafe would still be mad at you for, but didn’t know that you’d have to relive telling him all over again.

“Hi,” Rafe tried to say, keeping his voice steady but there was a slight crack in it.

“Hi…”

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[slxxtformints]

piercings i think the marauders characters would have just because.

(minus the ears bc so many of them would have full ear setups and i simply do not want to list that many !)

james - eyebrow, nostril hoop, stud on the other side… and then tongue, bellybutton.

this sexy ass man would have sexy man piercings. idk what to tell uuuu !!!! and he KNOWS the effect. the girls and gays were going insane over jacob elordi having an eyebrow piercing in saltburn, this is that x100. and just so we all know, bellybutton piercing james has me down SO bad. ehehehehfjsksi

remus - anti eyebrow, nostril hoop, eyebrow, and he has a nip pierced (thank sirius for that)

PLEASE tell me y’all see the vision. oh girl… the things i would do. literally barking on all fours OKAY. okay???? sorry! (but not at all)

i know some people don’t care for anti eyebrows, but i truly don’t care. this motherfucker would just suit it SO insanely well. i’m telling u. !!! argh. also a special mention to his short lived snakebites… done when he and sirius were both drunk and decided it’d be cool. they drove sirius INSANE (me too girl…) but ultimately remus just did not feel they were him and he chewed on them too much when thinking and just knew he’d fuck up his teeth.

(and i also can’t decide if he has septum energy or not, apologies :p i want to say yes but i also just keep thinking of a werewolf with a septum and i can’t take it seriously. so it’s a me issue fr)

sirius - vertical labret, septum, double eyebrow, a bridge, both nips.

when i say double eyebrow, i don’t mean right and left. i mean doubled on that singular brow. two piercings by eachother. ykwim?

there is one fic i read like yearss ago, i have no clue what it was called or who it was by… but it was SO tension heavy. remus and sirius didn’t know if feelings were mutual, you know? and by the time they finally figured their shit out, sirius had JUST pierced his lip and they couldn’t makeout… and so they were waiting and waiting and that has just stuck with me. like chdjsjc giggling i loved that. so now i can’t see him without one. i have never seen him without one since.

peter - nostril hoop

he’s a simple man! i can see him having gone with james to get theirs done together (since remus and sirius have theirs already, why not all four of them just match? lol) however petes rejected and so he just hasn’t tried it again. ALTHOUGH!! i can also see him with a lip ring. but again i think it would be short lived sigh :( iconic pete behavior tho love him to death

lily - nostril hoop, horizontal eyebrow, septum, bellybutton and both nips…

she is so rockstar girlfriend to me… i can’t see her any other way. means so much and is so important to me. she is so skxifisisk ocodisksjcjsudyehdu so yes. she would have loads of piercings. her snd sirius got theirs around the same time, and then they had an on-going competition of who had more and were constantly trying to out-do the other.

(give me sirius and lily friendships PLEASE)

mary - septum, double nostrils, vertical labret, bellybutton. i can see a bridge too tho.

she would have so much fun mixing metals and jewels with her ear piercings, and she would absolutely bring that into her facial piercings too!!! (is this coming from the fact that i wish i could pull it off and am jealous? …..not telling ya.) but she would match gems with her outfits and shit and alghhisuughhhh oh my gosh i’m in love with her

marlene - septum, eyebrow, vertical labret, nostril, both nips, and bellybutton

rahshdhsjsixidisisgewisog i amxso in love with marlene mckinnon guys…. i meed to be with her bit at the same time she is truky just who i wish i am deep down. but that’s something to unpack later!!! i loveeeeee eher. if you guys aren’t a lily rockstar gf truther, then marlene and sirius are the omes who had the competition going. swear.

also she pierced 90% of her setup hy herself

dorcas - medusa, vertical labret, bridge, septum, bellybutton

idhdjdksndhsjsjshsh i’m blushing and kicking my feet!!!! medusa piercing dorcas IS canon ok???? it always has been for me. could cry she is so gorgeous. i love dorcas meadowes guys.

and again, i’m not listing ear piercings. BUT i will say… she has the best ear setups out of ALL of them. not arguing abt it, it is simply just fact.

pandora - bridge, eyebrow, double nostril (but she wears a chain with them), septum, and vertical labret

i have nothing to say except i am so deeply in love with her ok. lily and xeno i GET U…. but get out of my way. just one chance please please girl.

regulus - septum

it is pretty much canon to me that sirius got a septum shortly before he left, and so reg had barty pierce his in secret so he could match sirius and feel closer to him .

but if we’re talking an au where reg left with sirius and he’s just able to open up more ? septum, nostril hoop, and a lip ring.

(the lip ring drove james mad and it took him ages to realize why. i would love to read something with the black brothers living with the potters and james teasing regulus constantly just to see him pout with the lip ring…. eheehfsjwj i love them.)

barty - double inner eyebrow, a double standard placement eyebrow (same as i said with sirius), nostril hoop, SNAKE EYES, and lip piercings.

i dont know how to explain… i just saw a picture on pinterest and wemt “yup!” its a hoop om the left side, and i thinkk its a bar going horizontally on the right side. i’ll post it.

snakes eyes are SO barty. he’d have that absolutely. i saw a picture of a guy once with that freshly having been done and bloody and it was just like oh yeah. hell yeah. they’re dangerous, yah yeah, blahblagblah but he is fictional so !

evan - horizontal eyebrow, bridge, nostril hoop, septum, SMILEY.

i know smileys are like super unsafe and get ripped out like all the time but they are so sexy and barty would absolutely agree with that…. so i just don’t want to hear it.

and i just need to share barty doing his and evans piercings… holding evans face in his hands… yup. yes. dhsksjndanis

kinda wish this was more organized BUT it’s whatever.

i will be posting reference pictures that hopefully will share the vision so. part one

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to his older sister. He finds himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED ❕ 🏷️

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*more pictures after the written portion*

By the time the group of friends had arrived at the arena it had been jam packed with people, students and families all having gathered together for the sole purpose of supporting their friends, family and teammates. Yn and her friends being the only odd ones out having come for the sole purpose of watching Yeonjun fail once again. There had been thirty minutes of hang time before the game would start, and while the others had gotten to their seats yn stood around in the bustling food court waiting for Chaewon as promised. She stood mindlessly scrolling on her phone, trying to make herself look busy and distracted to avoid anyone approaching her and wanting to spark sudden conversation.

Eventually she hears their familiar voices in the distance coupled with the sound of an argument not too far from her, the moment she looks up she spots Chaewon only a few feet away approaching with a few of Sunghoons other friends that she recognized from his socials. Chaewon seemingly annoyed by the two she knew to be Jake and Niki going back and forth behind her.

“Isn’t that the girl Sunghoon spilled his drink on?’’ Jake stops mid argument, watching as Chaewon proceeds to approach the girl before pulling two jerseys out of her bag.

“Sunghoon gave me these for you guys to wear. Harua and Maki didn’t want to be left out so the extra two are for your other friends.’’ yns brow creases up in confusion at the mention of the two extra jerseys.

“Wait then who’s jersey is this?’’ she asks, bringing up one of the two jerseys that Chaewon had already placed in her hands. Chaewon shrugs, she wasn’t one to pay attention much at these games, truth be told this was the third game she had ever even been to since Sunghoon joined the team.

“He just said to make sure you got that one, your friend Mari gets the white and your other two friends get the black and blue ones.’’ not wanting to bombard the girl with questions she just nods it off, turning to greet the rest of them who had watched the entire exchange whispering amongst themselves. Eventually after their exchange in greetings they all went down to join Mari and the others, making the group far more chaotic than they had already been momentr prior. On top of receiving dirty looks for their loud ass cheers and screaming, their entire section was now receiving dirty looks for the ongoing argument between Yeonjun, Ni ki and Jake (an argument which all of them gladly ignored).

“This is for you.’’ yn comments, plopping nicholas’s jersey into her best friends lap as she took her seat next to her.

“Um…a random jersey.’’

“Nicholas Wang, number 54.’’ she responds with a cheeky grin as she places her own jersey in her lap.

“When the hell did you get nicos jersey? We were together the entire night.’’

“Just got it from Chaewon, I asked Sunghoon for them earlier before we all met up at fatou’s place.’’

“And you have one as well?’’ Mari mentions, her eyebrows raise out of interest.

“Before you start thinking too much into it, i don’t know who’s jersey it is, it must be some rando teammates because chaewon didn’t know either, i’m sure she’d know what number her friends jersey was.’’ she defends, earning a skeptical look from Mari.

“Whatever you say girly.’’

Eventually the game had started and the girls all wore their jerseys proudly – which the guys all found funny because they hadn’t even worn their own school's jerseys when they played against UA yet here we are. The game itself felt like it went by in a flash, all of them seemingly captivated by this game compared to the last. For some reason this game seemed a lot more intense compared to the one played against their school. More specifically, Sunghoon played like he had something to prove. Unbeknownst to her and to his confusion, seeing her sat there amongst the crowd wearing his school's jersey; more specifically his jersey, lit a fire in him that wasn’t present at their last game.

Unlike their school that had put up a good fight this team took a loss of 10 to 75 points against UA, meaning once again Yeonjun had lost yet another bet and his precious motorcycle that he loved like his child, now belonged to Jake for a week

“I’m going to need those keys in my hand by the end of tomorrow night.’’ Jake taunts as the group all begin to head to the front of the arena where they wait for Sunghoon and the others.

Eventually their voices faded off into the background as yn spotted Sunghoon approaching with the maki, Harua and Nicholas, a smile curling onto her lips.

“Congratulations on your win, looks like you’re one step closer to nationals.’’ she congratulates him with a smile, giving the others a congratulatory hug as they all pass by to join the others leaving the two of them alone.

“Which only means that Fuma will be on our asses a lot more compared to before.’’ Sunghoon complains, with a smile on his lips.

“Well him being on your ass all season got you that win tonight so maybe he should be.’’ she responds, scrunching up her nose at him at which he couldn’t help but chuckle. Something about seeing her stood there in his jersey smiling up at him made his stomach stir.

“By the way, you're on Maris good side for getting her that jersey.’’

“Oh? So i’m officially in with the girls hm?’’

“Well fatou is salty about last night at the rink so she’s still got eyes on you for now.’’

“Ah so she thinks i’m stealing you away?’’

“Aren��t you?’’

“Maybe? Maybe I like spending time with you, she’ll just have to learn to share.’’ he shrugs, earning a laugh from her.

“So..i know Jinsoul and Fatou have Harua and Makis jersey then.’’ she pauses momentarily, the way he stares down at her nearly knocking the wind out of her lungs. “Whose jersey did you give me?’’

“Mine.’’ He responds as if it’s the most obvious answer ever, that’s when her gaze lands on the big 93 on his arm and she realizes that she was in fact wearing his numbers and for some reason that made her stomach churn and her heart thump against her chest. So Maris assumptions about the jersey had been entirely right, but that didn’t mean anything right? They were friends and friends supported by wearing their friends jerseys.

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[honeyedache]

No one had ever asked her if it had been exhausting to be ever so hopeful. Madeleine simply had no choice. She was a girl who dreamt of fairy tales, ever since she could remember, dragging her brothers into her make believe worlds of princes, princesses, pirates and fair maidens in distant lands that she had created. She had only ever dreamt of a perfect life with a perfect man, a prince, and the rest, she knew, if she stayed quite hopeful, would come to her. "You mistake me then, Sir Edward - it is not exhausting at all to be hopeful. The Queen is a most kind, obliging soul - and she is devout in all of our success. I treat her implicitly - do you not?" Madeleine asked, it being unfathomable to not trust the very ruler of their country, but then again - perhaps it led to her own curiosity and why she was there in the first place. "Should I be silent, taciturn and cruel for all to see? I do not subscribe to that, Sir Edward. I believe in such hope, I believe in real fairytales happening amongst us, for I see it with my own parents, my own family. Do you not have that in yours?" She asked, quite a forward thing to ask for.

She stayed close to the man, as others looked upon the noble young woman with hungry, and greedy eyes - and others with disdainful eyes, as if to question why she was in such to begin with. "I am far more intelligent than you think, Mister Edward - and my intelligence does tell me to never truly fall in love with any man that does not wish to be kept. You, I can imagine, are a man that does not wish to be kept - or perhaps it would take a very special woman to keep you."

Madeleine listened to his words, quite intently, her smile fading a bit to hear his own words, his own beliefs that so differed from hers. Die before we notice the cracks. "You are wrong." Madeleine argued, her brows furrowed. "I still see the soulmate love my parents share - for they've had five children together, and live quite happily. My mother still speaks of my father with such fondness, after all of these years. Surely they found one another - they are soulmates! I see it - I see it everyday, Sir Edward." She told him, still a hint of a smile on her face. "Perhaps you have not been fortunate to see the way a soulmate connection has worked - but it does happen and we should marry for love, not for anything else. There are no cracks to speak of within the marriages that I have witnessed." She spoke, like a child wishing to be taken seriously, with all of their might.

She covered her mouth with a melodic sound of laughter as he spoke about the bath and shook her head, smirking. "You are entirely evil in your humor, Sir Edward, has anyone ever told you that?" Madeleine shook her head, and sighed at him, at his declaration for her. "No. I will marry someone I dearly love, and he will be a worthy, kind, valiant gentleman and we will have eight children. I've already decided that - and our wedding will be amongst the April cherry blossoms. Does that not sound like a fairytale to you?" She smirked and when he mentioned if he were her match, her skin turned even more red.

"You are not so entirely wicked." Madeleine spoke, shaking her head. "You think we would ruin each other, hmm? How do you determine that?"

Edward studied her the way a man might regard a painting hung slightly askew—curious, a little amused, and already plotting how to ruin the symmetry. She was picture-perfect, wasn’t she? All that bright sincerity folded into neat little lines: perfect posture, perfect smile, perfect faith in a monarch who had just matched nobles like horses at auction. He sighed—loudly, on purpose—and poured himself more brandy. “You sound like a walking ballad,” he drawled, tilting his head at her. “One sung by a blind minstrel who’s never set foot outside his garden, but still insists the world is made of rose petals and marriage proposals.” His grin curled, sharp and indulgent. “Do tell me, Madeleine, is it exhausting? Carrying all that hope around like a basket full of kittens?” He fought not to roll his eyes, not out of cruelty but fatigue. The dream-eyed Madeleine was building a castle from air and lace, and he had no interest in pretending to furnish it with love. She blushed again, and he didn’t even have the decency to pretend not to notice. “Oh, I’m certain you’re far too intelligent to fall for a man like me,” he added, feigning solemnity as he gave her an exaggerated wink. “And yet your cheeks keep betraying you. Someone ought to inform them you’re impervious to charm.” He took a slow sip, eyes never leaving her. She thought herself clever for teasing him. Thought her smirk meant she could not be fooled. But pink cheeks told a different story. The kind where the wicked man in question didn’t need to try at all.

“As for soulmates,” he said, swirling the brandy, “I think it’s a rather tidy little lie. Convenient. Makes it easier to believe your choices were fated, not foolish. That you didn’t just settle for someone who doesn’t snore or spend your dowry on horses.” He leaned forward, voice low and coaxing. “The truth is far less lyrical. We marry who we must. We pretend it’s magic. And then we die before we notice the cracks.” He watched her carefully now. Watched to see if her smile would falter, if the edges of her fantasy would curl under the weight of his realism. She would burn soon enough—likely at the hands of some perfectly dull viscount with good teeth and a penchant for hypocrisy. “I used to believe in that sort of thing,” he added, almost wistfully, which of course was a lie. “Then I started working in an inn. You want to see soulmates? Watch two people fight over who gets the last bath.” He smirked, half-shadow, half-light. He didn’t believe in soulmates. Never had. People clung to the concept like a lifeline in choppy waters, but he’d always seen it for what it was: a balm for mediocrity. A distraction from the sheer ordinariness of most lives. You meet someone. You compromise. You bear it. That was love. “You, my dear, will be matched with someone dreadfully noble and entirely beneath your imagination.” He lifted his glass again. “May the Queen’s matchmaking be swift, and her punishment merciful.” His gaze lingered, playful and pointed. “Unless, of course, you are my match,” he mused, letting the idea stretch out like a cat in the sun. “Wouldn’t that be a tale for your piano songs? The wicked innkeeper and the diamond of the Sinclair family.” He grinned wickedly. “We’d ruin each other in a fortnight.”

[faaun]

i feel like my life is falling apart and then my friend makes tiramisu and gives me some and asks if i wanna come to the little gathering on wednesday i feel alone in the world and then another friend asks if i want anything i feel unloveable and then we gather in my room with candles and blankets to watch a film all together until midnight it all becomes so much warmer w friends

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[widevibratobitch]

something about being told im 'the leading person at this whole academy when it comes to interpretation and stage intelligence' by the husband of the woman im trying (not really. but i mean. who knows) to seduce... ok boy you got me. lets make it a polycule.

[aromanticasterisms]

THE ANIMATION KEEPING THE SAME LINES AS HER TRAILER AUUUUGH AGH AUGH

[roaringroa]

not to make another post about loving my girlfriend but I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!

[fellator]

more personal rambling in the tags bc why not

[red-dyed-sarumane]

realizing it sounds like i dont like the unplanned apoptosis chara. i adore her as a character she fascinates & amuses me shes easily one of my top fave charas in the series. i'll be her number 1 defender. she did all those bad things and more but shes pretty so she gets a pass. if i had to deal with her directly irl she would be the most annoying person on the planet however

[inkandapex]

hot lap

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Somehow, Lando Norris managed to convince his girlfriend to join him for a hot lap.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content

"Please, Y/N, I swear it’s totally safe. I’ve done this a million times before!" Lando pleads, his eyes wide with exaggerated sincerity.

"No," Y/N responds flatly, her eyes never leaving her phone as she continues to scroll, completely unbothered by Lando’s pleas.

Lando exhales sharply, defeated, and glances over at his teammate, Oscar, who’s lounging on the couch, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. He shrugs nonchalantly, clearly not wanting to get involved in the couple’s dilemma.

"Don’t look at me, mate. This one’s all on you," Oscar says with a laugh, clearly enjoying the tension.

Lando's eyes widen with desperation. "But baby, look! Even Lily's doing it—right, Osc?" He turns to Oscar again, silently pleading for him to back him up.

Y/N shifts her gaze to Oscar, who merely shakes his head with an apologetic smile. She then turns back to Lando, an unimpressed expression painted across her face.

"Nice try," Y/N mutters, clearly not convinced.

"My love, I literally do this professionally. You’ll be in safe hands," Lando tries once more, taking her hands gently in his and pressing light kisses to her knuckles.

Y/N sighs, finally looking up at him. She watches her boyfriend, who is now on one knee in front of her, hovering with a hopeful grin. "When?"

Lando’s eyes light up instantly, a spark of excitement flickering in his gaze. "Miami... that’s in May"

A heavy silence fills the room, and Lando holds his breath, almost too eager to exhale. Oscar, who’s been silently shaking his leg in anticipation, shifts in his seat, clearly just as invested in the outcome.

Y/N takes a moment, her gaze unwavering, before finally letting out a small, resigned sigh. "Alright."

Lando erupts with joy, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Fuck yeah! We're gonna have so much fun!"

Oscar chuckles from across the room, shaking his head at the chaotic excitement. "You two are ridiculous, but hey, enjoy!"

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It was a nearly perfect day in Miami. The skies were clear, the track buzzed with energy as teams prepped for the weekend, but Y/N barely noticed any of it. She stood by the pit lane, palms sweaty, fingers fidgeting anxiously.

A small group from McLaren—mostly Lando’s crew, who had grown quite fond of her—gathered outside, eager to witness what was about to unfold. They exchanged knowing smiles and hushed chuckles, watching as Lando finally approached, two helmets in hand.

"Got something for you, baby," he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/N glanced over, offering him a soft, almost nervous smile. "Is it too late to back out?"

Lando chuckled, lifting one of the helmets to show her. "You sure? Had this specially made for you...look." He gently placed it in her hands.

She turned it over, eyes widening in awe. It was beautiful—her favourite color, perfectly incorporated into the sleek design. The intricate details stood out, tiny nods to things she loved the most, small symbols of their shared interests, woven together so effortlessly that it looked both classy and personal.

Her fingers traced over the design, heart swelling at the thoughtfulness behind it. "This is beautiful, Lan… Thank you."

Lando grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. "Only the best for my girl."

The crew was eagerly capturing every second—some for McLaren’s media team, others snapping away on their personal phones, already anticipating the adorable moments they’d share with the couple later on.

But as the car they were about to use rolled into the pit lane, Y/N felt her nerves creep back in. The sleek machine, now being fitted with cameras, suddenly looked a lot more intimidating up close.

"Hey..." Lando's voice was soft as he reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We'll start slow, and if at any point you want to stop, we stop. I promise."

Y/N nodded, eyes flickering between his and the car.

Lando tilted his head. "Gotta use your words, baby. You sure you're ready?"

"Yes," she said, then let out a small, nervous laugh. "Just really nervous."

Lando smiled, taking the helmet from her hands and gently placing it over her head. His fingers worked carefully to tuck away any loose strands of hair before securing it properly.

"Perfect," he murmured, his smirk growing as he admired her. "Gorgeous."

Then, with zero hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a quick, sweet kiss to her lips.

Y/N felt her nerves settle—just a little.

"Gotta film a quick intro, then we’re heading out, alright?" Lando guided her toward the car, helping her into the seat. His hands moved with ease as he fastened her seatbelt, making sure everything was secure before stepping back and shutting the door.

As he walked around to his side, Y/N took a deep breath. This was happening.

Lando did his usual intro, flashing a grin at the camera as he introduced his guest—Y/N—and explained what they were about to do. As they pulled out of the pit lane and onto the track, he kept stealing glances at her every few seconds.

“I’m begging you to keep your eyes on the road, Norris, I swear—” Y/N clung onto her seatbelt like her life depended on it.

“I am, baby! Don’t worry!” Lando laughed, nudging the cue cards toward her. “Alright, come on, you gotta ask me the questions.”

“Lando. Both hands on the wheel!”

Lando couldn’t help but chuckle at her panic. “I got it, baby, we’re alright. The faster we get through the questions, the quicker we’re done.”

Y/N sighed, taking a deep breath before focusing on the cards in front of her. “Alright… Who would you consider your closest friends on the grid?”

Lando thought for a moment, nodding as he kept his eyes on the track. “A few people… I wanna say Oscar, ‘cause I’m with him a lot, Max too, since we both live in Monaco. And Carlos.”

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment before moving on. “Other than your first win in Miami, which other win would you consider your favorite?”

Lando’s smile softened. “Oh, easy. Singapore.”

Y/N turned to him, intrigued. “Why Singapore?”

“The win itself felt amazing, but the fact that I had you there to celebrate with me after… that was the highlight of my night. Just us walking around the city at night… I loved that.”

Y/N chuckled softly. “You’re cute.”

“See, baby? You’re doing great. This isn’t so bad, huh?” Lando shot her a grin as he picked up the pace.

Y/N immediately sensed it. “I can feel you going even faster, so I’m gonna speed-run these now—” She quickly glanced at the next card, eyes widening as she let out a loud laugh. “Wait, what are these questions?! Lights on or lights off?!”

Lando let out his signature cackle, barely containing his amusement. “Lights on,” he answered smoothly, smirking.

“You shouldn’t have answered that!”

“Gotta give the people what they want, baby.”

“Alright, wet or dry?”

“Wet—” Lando answers immediately. “—Wait, you mean like a race or—”

“Oh my gosh, Lan! Of course, race conditions!” Y/N looks at him, jaw agape.

Lando only laughs, his eyes twinkling. “Right, dry then.”

After a few more laughs and playful back-and-forth, Lando finally pulls over by the pit lane and parks the car. He gets out, moving to the passenger seat and helping Y/N out of the driver’s seat.

What caught her off guard however, was when Lando got in the passenger seat.

“Wait... wait, what are you doing?” Y/N stands outside the car, completely confused, still processing what’s happening.

Lando smirks, already buckling his seatbelt “Your turn to drive now, my love.”

“Oh no. No no no no,” Y/N laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. But that laugh slowly fades as she looks around and notices the staff nodding at her, confirming that yes—it was indeed her turn to do a lap.

“Wait, you’re kidding?”

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It was almost comedic—Y/N sat up straight, her hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, as she drove at a cautious city-limit speed around the track.

Lando, watching her with an amused expression, couldn’t help himself. “Baby, we can go a bit faster, you know that, right?”

“I’m aware, Lando, yes. Thank you,” Y/N replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lando laughed, glancing out the window. “I swear I just saw Carlos pass us on his bike.”

Y/N let out a genuine laugh, finally speeding up a little. “The trust the team has with me to let me drive you around on a race weekend is insane.”

Lando pulled out a set of cards, trying to get back on track with their Q&A. “Alright, ready? What’s your favourite part of race weekends?”

Y/N smiled softly. “I love seeing you do what you love doing. I can see how passionate you are about racing—it’s nice seeing you do what you do best.”

Lando pouted and nodded. “That’s sweet, baby.”

Y/N quickly added with a laugh, “And the coffee at Ferrari is top-notch, so maybe that too.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, holding up his hand in a mock salute. “Shoutout to our friends at Ferrari.” Then he grinned mischievously, turning to face Y/N. “Other than Oscar and I, who do you root for during a race?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Oh, easy. Alex.”

Lando smirked, as if he had known that was coming. “Thought so.” He turned to the camera. “If Y/N is not at McLaren, she’s either having coffee at Ferrari with Charles and his girlfriend or at Williams with Alex.”

“Albono is my paddock bestie" Y/N laughed, "Well, Lily is, but she’s not always here, so I gotta settle for Alex every now and then.” She added teasingly

Lando chuckled and added, “Carlos being at Williams now also means she spends more time there too. McLaren’s getting kinda jealous, not gonna lie.”

Y/N shot him a playful glance. “You mean you're getting jealous?”

Lando gave her an exaggerated side-eye. “Tomato, tomato.”

The two breezed through the deck of cards as Y/N expertly navigated the track. Finally, she pulled into the pitlane, where the crew was waiting. They cheered and applauded as she slowed to a stop.

Y/N stepped out of the car with a grin, taking a bow in front of the crew, her cheeks flushed with a shy smile. “Thank you guys for trusting me with your driver.”

Lando walked over to her, helping remove her helmet while still filming the outro for the video.

Once they wrapped up the filming, the two of them strolled back toward his driver room, hands intertwined. Lando shot her a beaming smile, clearly happy with how everything turned out.

“That was fun, right?” he asked, his eyes gleaming.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, turning to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. “It was… thank you for today.”

Lando grinned, pulling her closer. “Thank you, baby. Gotta make you drive more often now. My turn to be the passenger princess.”