#then the record for the most passionate kiss is OURS

[wildsaltair]

Maximus stop being the cutest most precious man alive on the earth for two seconds challenge

[emmyrosee]

Can you do kenma fluff please???? Dying to read kenma fluff. Thank you if you do itttt.

“I'm back, chat. Just was talking to the better half.”

Kenma brags about you to his fan base all the time. It doesn’t matter what game he’s playing or what videos he’s watching, somehow and someway you always come up in conversation, be it naturally or just because he likes to yap about you.

His fanbase poke fun at him for his blatant adoration for you, but the way they clip those moments from his stream tell him that most of his fans are more than okay with the constant discussion of your presence.

Hell, if they weren't, he still wouldn't care.

"'What were we talking about?'" He reads from one of the chat messages, "uh, they asked me if I wanted McDonalds, then they pinned me to the fridge and we made out passionately- best part of that story is you'll never know if I'm lying or not."

xxxbannedxxx chat 50 gifted subs hes lying

ieatmen better half is cooler than you kodzuken

""Better half is cooler than me,' shit you're right."

In the monitor, Kenma sees the door of his recording room open and your presence lightens up the entire space. Kenma's shoulders relax, his face curls into a smile, and he lets his eyes close as you approach and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey stink,” you purr, and there’s a smile that eases over his cheeks like butter. “You never told me if you actually wanted food or not.”

“Sorry, baby,” he says, turning his head to look at you as you lean on top of the chair. “Uhm… get me a 10 piece and a lemonade, please.”

“You got it, babe,” you hum.

His head jerks back as you cup his jaw and pull him back, pressing a kiss to his lips. He lets his neck go limp, allowing you to move him and relish in your affection, only feeling a surge of pride flow through him as you show your romance off.

iwannadance dads in love

baconbiteater ew

ilikefeet 18+ content banned on twitch

Thank you kuroosassscheeks for the 5 gifted subs kenma i bet ur lips are chapped

"Choke, Kuroo," Kenma teases, but there's a snicker in his words as you giggle against his lips, pressing one final peck before pulling back, snickering as he whines at your departure.

You ruffle his hair and he bats your hands away, "gonna go grab the food, keep an ear out for our rabid animals."

"Sounds good, babe," he hums, watching you leave his space with a soft "I love you." He licks his lips before turning back to chat, which has exploded with orange hearts- a common emoji associated with you. "Sorry guy, I'm a simp, had to indulge for a minute. Where were we?"

notemmyrosee we know ken

hiddensecrettreasure we know kodzuken

lasagnalover we know kozume

kuroosassscheek we know kenma

[astraystayyh]

changbin x fem!reader. younger brother!jeongin. newly established relationship.

in which jeongin discovers you’re dating changbin when he catches you both kissing in the kitchen. fluffy ofc!

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The moonlight filtering through the kitchen window is the only thing illuminating both you and Changbin’s faces. Though the light itself serves no purpose, as you’re solely focused on pressing kisses to your boyfriend’s soft lips, eyes closed. He has you cornered between the countertop and his strong body, his giddy giggles mingling with your laughter as his mouth finds yours repeatedly. His hand cradles your jaw, your fingers lightly graze the scar on his chin, in return.

“I feel like I’m in high school,” he murmurs between kisses, his toned arms holding you captive. Not that you wish to escape; being in his embrace feels like a wonder that could rival the world’s seven, at once.

“Right, like we’re secretly kissing in the library,” you giggle, your lips meeting his again as his hands move to your waist, kneading the tender flesh.

“Should we do that?”

“Why would you even be in the library? You don’t even study,” you laugh, and he shrugs as if it is the most obvious question in the world.

“Because you’d be there.”

“Cheesy,” you grin, your cheeks now aching from the smiles blooming on your face at each one of his words, as if it could only be spring if Changbin’s around.

“You like it,” he beams, scrunching his nose cutely at you, “And I like kissing you.”

“So do I,” you smile, feeling his arm wrap around your back, pulling you tighter against him.

“Do you think there’s a Guinness World Record for the most places someone’s kissed in?”

“No?” your reply is more a question, and his eyes light up as if beholding a million fireflies.

“We should do it then,” a kiss to your nose, “I’ll kiss you in,” and one to your lips, “every place in our world and—”

The light suddenly turns on, and you and Changbin break apart a millisecond too late, because Jeongin, your younger brother, stands in the doorway, a look of shock coating his face. “What the fuck?” he curses, and you glance at Changbin, who looks thoroughly relaxed. As if his best friend didn’t just catch you making out in their kitchen dorm.

“What are you guys doing?” he asks, his eyes darting between Changbin’s hand on your lower back and his obviously swollen lips.

“Kissing?” you say.

Jeongin strides over, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Changbin. “I can see that. Why are you kissing my sister?”

You do a neck-slicing motion that Changbin deftly ignores, a tiny smirk playing on his lips before he sobers up. “We’re dating.”

“Since when?”

“Hello. This isn't an investigation,” you quip, and your younger brother turns, a wide, sarcastic smile on his face. “Noona.”

“Yes, Innie?”

“Be quiet,” he says, holding a finger to his lips. Changbin shakes his head, a fond look spreading across his face.

“A week ago, actually,” Changbin says.

Jeongin’s scoff echoes loudly across the kitchen. He claps his hands, incredulous chuckles spilling from his lips as you poke his shoulder from behind. “Are you okay, Jeongin?”

“Why are you—” he brings a hand to his forehead, shutting his eyes. “This is so annoying. Why are you kissing as if you’ve been dating for ten years, then?”

“Passion,” you whisper, and Changbin giggles, hiding his laughter behind his clenched fist. “We have also been talking for…” you muse and Changbin’s quick to complete. “127 days,” he affirms, and you grin. “Have you been counting?”

“Of course.”

“This is so disgusting,” Jeongin shudders, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I refuse.”

“You can’t refuse him.”

“Why would you refuse me?”

Both you and Changbin speak at the same time, and Jeongin scoffs louder, pointing to your face. “Hyung, look at her.”

“I am,” Changbin smiles softly, and you blow him a tiny kiss (one that makes Jeongin wish to bash his head against the fridge), as you walk to the sink to retrieve a glass of water.

“She’s perfect.”

“I know. Why do you think I like her?”

“This can’t be happening,” Jeongin shakes his head.

“I’m really serious about her and—”

The sound of glass breaking catches Changbin off guard, and both their heads snap towards you. Jeongin remains rooted in place as Changbin comes to your side in an instant, grabbing both your hands and checking if you are hurt.

“Did you cut yourself?” he asks in a tone so soft Jeongin did not even know Changbin could muster.

“No, it just slipped from my hold,” you frown sheepishly, and Changbin shakes his head, placing a chaste kiss on the palm of your hand. “It’s okay, I got it,” he says, bending down to pick up the broken shards.

Jeongin sees the fond look in your eyes and the way Changbin’s gaze refuses to stray far from yours for more than five seconds. He sees how you completely melt into Changbin’s side when he stands again. You, his older sister who has always shouldered a mountain of responsibilities, from a very young age. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you this relaxed around someone in his entire life.

The thought of you together seems less horrible all of a sudden.

“Don’t ever flirt in front of me. I mean it,” Jeongin points a threatening finger at both of you, breaking your intimate bubble. “And don’t you ever hurt her. I mean it.”

“I promise,” Changbin nods solemnly, and Jeongin’s eyes shift to yours. “And don’t hurt him too, I guess. He’s important to me.”

“Is Jeongin growing soft on us?” you grin, as both you and Changbin coo loudly as if you are talking to a baby and not a grown adult.

“My god, this is a nightmare,” your brother sighs as he leaves the kitchen, but as he turns off the light, you finally catch a glimpse of his familiar dimples.

He doesn’t need to say it, but he’s happy for you. He’s happy for you both.

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

Long Time Coming

Warnings: fluff, dad slash, kissing, sexual innuendos

A: idk what this is but I just kept imaging young Slash as a dad. So this was born lol hopefully it’s not terrible. This is set in ‘95. Think of that Howard Stern interview 🫣🫣 should I write how Lily was conceived? 🙈

When you and Slash had your daughter Lily, you thought it was the best day of your lives. After months of traveling with Slash on tour you finally had given birth to Lily. You watched Slash with her. The way he would just melt every time he saw her. It honestly made you even more attracted to him. Lily had Slash’s curls and most of his features, but she had your eyes and lips. Everyone would always tell you two how much Lily looked like Slash and Slash would respond with, “But she’s got her momma’s eyes.”

It was his favorite part. The fact that she had your eyes and could see you in her. A little miniature version of the two of you. You two worked hard to raise her even while Slash was recording and going out on tour. Now touring with Snakepit Tensions were high with Guns right now, but today none of it mattered. Today was Lily’s third birthday. And she couldn’t wait to have her party with Slash here and see Uncle Axl. She came running down the hall toward Slash and you chuckled as you walked behind her. Her little curly pigtails bounced. She was wearing little jeans and converse and a pink shirt with butterflies on it.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Lily yelled as she ran toward Slash. He turned. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail and he had a baseball cap on. He was wearing some horror movie t-shirt. His bracelets jingled against his arms and his necklaces hung low. He looked so fucking hot.

“Lily! Baby,” Slash smiled and leaned down scooping her up. Lily giggled and grabbed Slash’s necklaces, “Happy Birthday.”

“Tank you!” Lily giggled out. Your heart warmed as you looked at him. She had a huge grin on her face as she looked up at Slash whose eyes were just full of love for his daughter. Slash looked up at you.

“And look at mom. She looks beautiful,” Slash said to Lily. You chuckled and walked over to him and kissed his cheek.

He turned your attention to you, “look at you.”

You were wearing a Motörhead t-shirt and jeans. Nothing special but he looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You looked down at your outfit and chuckled.

“I’m wearing what I always wear,” You said with a smile as you walked toward the kitchen. Slash followed behind you.

“Yeah well you’re sexy,” Slash smiled. You chuckled and started pulling food out of the fridge for the party.

“You’re still holding our daughter,” you said with a chuckle as you pulled plastic wrap off of platters.

“Mmm,” he covered Lily’s ear, “remember how we made her?”

“Slash!” You chuckled playfully. He grinned and kissed Lily’s forehead. The doorbell rang and Slash walked over to answer it. Axl was standing at the door holding presents. Slash tried to smile and Lily started giggling.

“Axl! Axl!” Lily yelled. Slash chuckled and Axl held his hands out taking her. Soon the party was in full swing. Lily was practically death gripping Axl and you were bringing out platters of food. People were swimming in the pool and music was playing. It was beautiful.

Slash walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You leaned into his touch and rested your head on his chest, “I love you.”

You chuckled and looked up at him, “I love you too.”

Slash turned you around and cupped our face before kissing you deeply and passionately, “we could sneak away.”

He mumbled against your lips. You chuckled, “it’s our daughter’s birthday.”

You pulled away and looked up at him. He smiled and bit his lip. He looked around, “She’d never know.”

You laughed again and kissed him. Lily ran over to us, “mommy! Daddy! Look at Uncle Axl.”

Slash pulled away and looked over at Axl who had a giant knot in his hair.

“I braid,” Lily said with a smile. Slash chuckled and picked her up. He kissed her cheek and Lily giggled.

“You sure did, my love,” Slash said with a smile.

You looked at them together and couldn’t help but feel complete. This was all you could have ever wanted.

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.3

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: The moment Callum and Y/n got together, and the interviews that followed...

Warning: Kissing/ allusion to sex/ use of Y/n/

Word count: 1.1k

Before they admitted their feelings, they flirted a lot. Especially on set, but today, they were filming a sad scene. It was Bucky finding Y/n character letters letter after she got captured. She didn’t tell anyone except the makeup artist, but she wrote real love letters, only changing the name. She confessed her feeling for Callum and decided to make him read these love letters as his character. But the letter that Bucky was reading was already recorded by Y/n. Tom Hanks asked her to write a love letter so he could react to one. But today, Callum was getting make up on, by the only person on set that knew… ‘’Callum, you should know that the love letter that your about to read, Y/n wrote it for you, confessing her real feelings for you’’ she whispered. The makeup artist wanted to help the two of them getting together, so that’s why she broke her silence vow. ‘’How do you know that?’’ he asked. ‘’She told me’’ she winked. Callum didn’t know how to act, but he sure was going to read every line of this letter.

‘’Action!’’ the director yelled. Callum came in the room, showing the emotion that needed to be shown. He grabbed the letter and opened it. He was nervous to read it, but he had to act.

Dear Bucky,

When we met, I couldn’t have predicted the place that you were going to have in my heart. You’ve been there for me since the beginning. I am truly thankful for you. You’re my best friend, my partner, my other half. I never told you how much I love you, more than a friend. I don’t really believe in the soulmate stuff, but you and I, I think we’re soulmate in every universe. I love you so much, it pains me to just be your friend. The sleepless night I’ve spent, thinking about you and I. You have the special ability to make me feel like the most important person on earth when I’m with you. My body aches when you’re not in a room with me, my heart hopes that you feel the same way. Because I’ve suffered enough, I want to be with you. I want you to be my tomorrow. I want to wake up next to you, and smile because my dreams are finally reality. When we’re in the same room, I feel like a 12-year-old again, waiting for my crush to look at me. You belong with me Callum Bucky. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you tomorrow.

Forever yours

Rose

He couldn’t believe what he just read. When the director said cut, he stayed seated, that letter was filled with true emotions. He had to find her, to tell her that he was feeling the same way. He got up and walked towards her trailer. Y/n heard a knock at her door, when it opened, it was Callum, with her letter in his hand. She looked at the piece of paper, then her gaze went to his eyes. ‘’Callum I, uh, someone told you? Right?’’ she whispered. He nodded. ‘’Listen I – ‘’ Callum cut her off by walking up to her. Their face was so close, Y/n tried to hold eye contact, but she was panicking. She took deep breaths, waiting for him to say anything. ‘’Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you. I was afraid to ruin our friendship. I love you too, I love you so much’’ he said, smiling. Y/n blushed and put her hand of Callum’s cheek, caressing his skin with her thumb. ‘’Please, can I kiss you?’’ she asked. Callum nodded and they pressed their lips together. It was gentle, but filled with passion, a tear of joy rolled down Y/n cheek. She was finally with the men of her dreams. ‘’I wanna be yours, Callum’’ she whispered. ‘’You’re already mine, Y/n, and I’m yours’’ Callum replied, between kisses.

-

‘’It’s time to address the rumors about you two!’’ Jimmy Fallon said, taking out pictures. The first pictures were one of Y/n and Callum passionately kissing/ making out against a telephone pole. The crowd screamed, and the couple wasn’t official yet, so it was awkward. ‘’You two are clearly kissing.’’ Jimmy said, laughing. ‘’Uh, we wanted to give the paparazzi something. I mean, they followed us all night, so we wanted to give them good content’’ Y/n blurted out. It was the first thing that came to her mind. ‘’Okay, I’m not convinced, what about this one?’’ he said, switching this picture. It was Callum carrying Y/n that was in a koala position on him. ‘’She twisted her ankle, and I offered to carry her’’ Callum said. They both looked at each other, blushing and trying their best not to giggle because they knew what happened after these photos. They went back home and had sex. ‘’But your hand is on her butt’’ Jimmy argued. Callum giggled and Y/n, too. ‘’You don’t but your hand on your friend’s butt?’’ Y/n laughed. ‘’I, no I-I-I don’t’’ Jimmy stuttered. Even if the internet wasn’t convinced, at least they tried to avoid more damage.

-

They with Drew Barrymore, after the date thing, they tried to act normal. ‘’What’s your favorite Rom-Com?’’ Drew asked. ‘’The Weeding Singer’’ Callum said. ‘’10 things I hate about you’’ Y/n replied. ‘’Wait, you love The Wedding Singer’’ Drew said, with tears in her eyes. ‘’Yes, the gestures are amazing and yeah, it’s really great’’ Callum says. ‘’Yes, chasing her on the plane. Y/n what’s your favorite love gesture a man as ever done to you’’ she asked. She thought about it. ‘’Uh, I think it was when I was 17, I was feeling really sad, and this guy drove 2 hours to come and give me a hug. Or when I was 24, I really wanted a ring, it was so pretty, not as an engagement ring, just to have jewelry, and the guy bought me the ring. I still wear it today.’’ She was talking about Callum. She showed the ring to Austin and Callum, to not be suspicious and when Drew saw it, she gasped. ‘’That’s so sweet! If a man gives me a ring one day, I think I’ll cry’’ she said. ‘’I did cry’’ Y/n laughed. Callum remembered that day like it was yesterday. She drunkenly said to him that she wanted to have a ring to fidget with, when the passed in front of a jewelry store, she pointed at a ring. The next day, he went to buy the ring and gave it to her when he got home. Saying it was a promise ring of friendship. Y/n bawled her eyes out and fell more in love with Callum that day.

[xmads-omensx]

Word Count: 1,639

Pairing: Best friend! Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: swearing, arguments, Noah is bad at feelings and so is Y/N

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @chey-h @tosoundlessdarkistare @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp

Thanks @alwaysfightforwhoyouare for the idea, and sorry it took me so long to actually write since we were talking about this before New Years lmao.

Extra inspo:

NOAH POV

She was beautiful.

I found myself stealing glances at her whenever I could. It was impossible not to. Even when I didn’t intend to, my eyes always found her.

No matter what room I walked into, I always sought her out.

Her laugher. Her smile. Her eyes. Her.

Y/N had been my best friend, besides Nicholas of course, for as long as I could remember. Granted, we only met when we had moved to California, but we clicked instantly.

Two peas in a pod. Partners in crime. Ride or die.

That was us.

But I was desperate for more.

I wanted to hold her hand. Hold her. Kiss her. Tell I loved her. Take her to bed. Be with her.

But it could never happen. She had a boyfriend and I was just her best friend. She would never see me as anything more than that.

I buried those feelings as deep as I possibly could. I dated and saw other people as often as I could to try and move on, but nothing worked. No matter who I went out with, my mind was always stuck on Y/N.

Every time I saw her with Chris, my heart broke a little bit more. I knew this was unfair, since she had no idea how I felt about her and it wasn’t her fault she was happy with someone else, but part of me resented her for being happy with someone else.

What could he give her that I couldn’t?

I knew every single detail about her. I could even tell you how many freckles decorated her face if you asked me to.

But it wasn’t enough.

She had him, and I had Bad Omens.

“Y/N and Chris are fighting again.” Matt sighed, taking his seat in the studio.

They had been fighting a lot recently. He had been going out more often with his friends, leaving Y/N at home. She hated being alone.

“Same thing again?” Jolly asked.

“Yep.” Matt sighed again.

Silence encased the studio. None of us particularly liked Chris, some for more selfish reasons than others, but none of us wanted to stop Y/N from being happy.

“I’ve got some lyrics that I’ve been working on.” I spoke up, breaking the silence.

“Can we have a look?” Jolly asked, so I handed him my highly precious notebook that I used for songwriting.

His eyes darted over the pages. if he knew what the song was about, he didn’t let on anything.

“This is good shit, Noah.” He said, smiling genuinely.

I had been working on the song for a while now, but I never had the courage to show anyone else the song yet.

It was by far my favourite song that I had ever written.

“Do you think it would be okay for the new record?” I asked, chewing the skin on my thumb anxiously.

“I think it’s perfect for the new record dude.” Jolly said, grinning widely.

“Great.” I said with a sigh of relief.

We spent most of the day recording the new song, working in silence for the most part as we seemed to be working in unison, as one.

The lyrics flew out of me so easily, it was like breathing.

Verse after verse, the melody came naturally.

It didn’t matter if anyone knew what the song was about, as long as she got to hear it.

Y/N POV

Chris and I never had a great relationship.

It wasn’t toxic or anything, we just didn’t love eachother, but were determined to make it work.

The honeymoon phase was relatively short, only lasting the first two months of our relationship.

Out fights consisted of the same common denominators every single time. His partying and my friendship with Noah.

Chris hated Noah with a burning passion. In fact, Chris was convinced that Noah was in love with me, which would be impossible because how could someone like Noah be in love with someone like me?

Noah was a genuine, kind soul, and I was often labelled a vindictive bitch.

He would have to be desperate for human connection if he fell in love with me.

“Seriously, I don’t understand why you’re friends with him, Y/N, he clearly just wants to get in your pants.” Chris sighed, exasperated at my apparent obliviousness to Noah’s alleged feelings for me.

“Because he’s my best friend, and no, he doesn’t want to get in my pants. I think I’d know if he did.” I replied, sick of this argument going round in circles.

“Y/N, please listen to me. He isn’t your friend. He just wants to use you to get off. He likes the power he has over you.” Chris argued back, raising his voice.

“Stop lying about it, I’m not going to believe you.” I yelled. “This is so fucking dumb, Chris, all we ever do is go around in circles until we either get bored of the argument and go cool off somewhere or we just end up fucking!”

“Who’s fault is it that we keep running in circles like this?” Chris snarled. “You’re the one who is still hanging around that jackass.”

“Oh my god! When will you realise that Noah is not the problem here, you are!” I yelled.

“Then how about I leave and make your life easier?” Chris shouted.

“Good! Get the fuck out of my house!” I yelled in reply, gesturing towards the door.

He simply turned around and left. Just like that.

The silence that filled the house wasn’t unpleasant like I thought it would be, but instead it was peaceful and I welcomed it with open arms.

Finally, I had enough space to think. To breathe. To exist without him screaming down my ear about Noah, and without me interrogating him about him going out with his friends into the very early hours of the morning.

But after a few hours of this new silence, the house became almost too silent. Too cold. Too big.

I needed the space to be smaller again.

With my mind in autopilot, I found myself climbing into the drivers side of my car and driving over to Noah’s house, desperate for comfort and some semblance of crowdedness.

Noah’s front door opened before you had even rung the bell.

“Hey, you okay? Matt had us worried about you.” Noah gushed, pulling me into a hug.

“Yeah just wanted to hang out for a bit. It’s too quiet at my place.” I explained with a shrug.

“Is Chris out again?”  Noah asked as we walked into his house.

“Oh, we broke up like two hours ago.” I said with a laugh, but I couldn’t tell if it was a fake laugh or not.

“Shit are you okay?” Noah asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“Yeah. I mean I think so.” I said with a shrug.

“Y/N, you’re crying.” Noah whispered, his voice significantly more gentle than it had been previously as he cupped my cheek and wiped a stray tear away from my face.

“No, really I’m okay.” I said, unsure as to why I was crying.

“Come here.” Noah whispered, pulling me into a tight hug.

I wasn’t sure what it was about hugging Noah made me feel so emotional, but I couldn’t control the damn that burst, letting all of my pent up frustrations at Chris gush out.

The more I cried, the clearer the real reason for my tears became. I was in love with Noah.

NOAH POV

I gently rubbed Y/N’s back as I held her close to my chest, hoping to ease her pain as much as I could.

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” I whispered, guiding her into the studio before sitting her down on the small sofa we had in there for moments like these.

She curled up in her usual spot with her knees pulled up to her chest.

I switched on the computer monitor and selected the audio file that I wanted.

Besides the purple LED lights, that were Y/N’s favourite, the monitor was the only thing that illuminated the otherwise empty room.

The soft melody of the acoustic demo that we had recorded earlier that morning filled the air as I sat next to Y/N on the sofa and pulling her into my arms. She instantly snuggled closer into my chest as if she were hiding from something and was seeking comfort.

She was my safe space and I was hers.

The lyrics began to take over the melody as I rocked Y/N back and forth in my arms.

There are scars that never ever show themselves

You get when you’re left alone too long in Hell

I was sick and tired of leaving Y/N to live her life without me by her side. I was desperate to be able to call her mine. To hold her hand as we walked to our favourite coffee shop. To kiss her cheek and tell her she looked beautiful as she got ready to go out. To be able to hold her as we drifted off to sleep in our bed.

I was desperate for HER.

I began to sing the lyrics to her, causing her to look up into my eyes as I looked down into hers.

Well, if I'm there to catch you when you fall You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

“Noah.” She murmured.

“Yes, Y/N.” I whispered in reply.

“I love you.” She whispered.

I answered her by leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Just enough to tell her exactly how I felt.

“Yours?” She asked after we pulled away.

“Mine.” I replied with a smile.

“Forever?”

“Yes, Y/N, mine forever.”

And if you're there to catch me when I fall Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all

[l-e-e-woso]

Movin’ - Alexia Putellas

Italics = Spanish

2x Ballon D’or winner Alexia Putellas is set to move to Chelsea from Barcelona.

Fans are shocked to find out that Alexia Putellas is leaving Barcelona after 10 years.

Chelsea signed Alexia Putellas for a world record transfer fee of £700,000.

Alexia Putellas Instagram Post

“To all the fans, I will always love Barcelona with my whole heart but I need a new challenge. I was at Barca from a young age being there shaped who I am today, I would not be where I am today without the coaches and players of Barca. Especially the fans without you none of this would be possible.

To my Barca family, just know that I will always support you. You have my full support as long as you are not playing against Chelsea. I am only a phone call or text away, I will always be there for you all. You are all my family and I love you.

To Chelsea, I look forward to playing in blue, I’m told it brings out the colour in my eyes. I’m excited to win more trophies and have a new challenge. I cannot wait to meet my new teammates and training staff.

Thank you! Forca Barca! Forca Chelsea!”

Hear what Chelsea manager Emma Hayes has to say…

“I never thought the day where I would be able to sign Alexia Putellas would ever exist. Everyone knows how amazing of a player and person she is, she will fit in perfectly with all of the girls.

The way that she plays and how confident she is on the pitch is what we need in the team right now.

From what I know Alexia had a lot of teams trying to sign her but she chose Chelsea for a reason. To win trophies, to be challenged in a new way and she was really intrigued with the WSL. The WSL usually has about three or four teams that are very close on the table which no other country has. I think the fact that the result could change at any moment makes Alexia ecstatic to play here at Chelsea.”

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Alexia was very nervous when she got to the entrance of Chelsea’s womens training centre but she saw you leaning against the side of the building making her smile widely as she hadn’t seen you in awhile. She walked over to you wrapping you in a hug and kissed you passionately.

“I missed you.” Alexia says as a tear or two fell down her face as you held her against you. “I missed you too. Don’t cry!! You’ll make me cry and I won’t be able to stop cause of these stupid hormones!” You say as you wipe Alexia’s tears with the pads of your thumbs.

“How is my cariño?” Alexia says as she rubs her hand slowly over your stomach which was rather big since you were now 8 and a half months pregnant, you could literally go into labour at any moment.

The way that Alexia treated you now that you were pregnant made you fall in love with her even more than before, it made you even more excited to see how she was going to be with your daughter. You saw how little kids looked up to Alexia as a footballer and how she treated them like the most precious people in the world.

“Oh y’know apart from constantly pressing on my bladder making me need to go to the toilet every five seconds, she is all good!” You said as you lent into Alexia’s side as the two of you caught up before you would both have to go inside so Alexia could meet the rest of the Chelsea girls.

“I’m glad. I never thought we would finally get to start our family. I am so excited to meet her.” Alexia smiled at the thought of finally meeting the little girl that you were currently growing in your womb.

Alexia knew that her mother, Eli and her sister, Alba could not wait to meet the baby girl either. Eli had been waiting for a grandchild since you and Alexia got married three years ago which you understood in a way because you knew that Eli thought that she may never have a grandchild so when you told her you were pregnant she was ecstatic. Alba was also over the moon when she found out you were pregnant, she looked up to both you and Alexia so much so having a mini version of the two of you combined was amazing to her.

“Ale, you know you are going to have to speak English around the girls? None of them know a word of Spanish. I tried to teach them some but they found it too complicated. I think the only people you may need help understanding is Erin and possibly Sam but other than those two you should be fine. Plus I find it hot when you speak English, I love your accent.” You say to Alexia as you start to pull her into the training building by her hand and wink at her which makes her blush. It wasn’t that she couldn’t speak English she just preferred speaking Spanish because it made her less nervous, she also knew that she was more likely to fumble her words in English.

“Yes I know, mi amor. You have told me many times, almost everyday…Good to know maybe I’ll talk to you in English more often.” Alexia smirks as she sees you turn towards her and you glare at her playfully before continuing down the hallway.

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Eventually, you arrive at what everyone likes to call the team bonding room and you look at Alexia, she has a never expression as she grips your hand tightly.

“They will love you okay? I’ll be there the entire time. We most likely won’t have much time before you go to training.” You tell Alexia as she takes a deep breath to calm herself down which helps a lot.

“Okay thank you, mi amor. Vamos!” Alexia smiles at you, giving you a quick kiss before you open the door to the team bonding room which is filled with most of the Chelsea players.

Some of the girls looked up from their conversations, giving the both of you a quick smile before returning to their conversations. They didn’t want to overwhelm Alexia because they knew that she was nervous about meeting them due to you talking to them before Alexia had arrived.

The first person to come up and talk to Alexia was Magda. “Welcome to the team! It’s about time we get a Spanish person on this team.” Magda tries to lighten the situation which had clearly made Alexia really nervous, she hadn’t been to a new club in ten years so she had forgotten how it felt until now.

“Thank you. I’m excited to be here, not so excited about the weather though, it’s a big change from the weather in Spain.” Alexia says as she catches a glimpse of the rain through the window and grimaces slightly at the thought of training in that weather.

“I bet.” Millie laughs from where she was sitting talking to Sam and turns to look at Alexia. “Guess it’s time to get to know you, Alexia.” Magda says as she gestures for the both of you to sit down and you quickly do as you sigh in relief.

“Jesus, I swear this baby is gonna be the size of Bigfoot by the time she comes out.” You mutter unaware that Fran who was sitting next to you had heard you and she bursts out laughing. “Did you just call your child Bigfoot?” Fran chuckles as you glare at her before playfully hitting her arm and she goes to playfully hit you back when you grab her hand. “Feel this.” You mutter as you unzip your jacket and place Fran’s hand on your stomach where the baby was kicking like mad, making her eyes go wide in amazement.

Alexia watches you with a loving gaze as she talks with a few of the girls who wanted to know more about her. “How come you choose Chelsea? From what I understand you had a lot of offers.” Sam asks Alexia with curiosity and everyone wants to know the answer.

“The main reason is that we are about to start a family and I wanted to be here for all of it, I didn’t want to miss more than I already have. I also need to get out of Spain to have a new challenge and I’m sure that will happen here. I want to push myself as much as I can to help to win more trophies.” Alexia explains to everyone as they all nod along to her answer while smiling at her. Then Alexia looks over to you like she was asking permission to tell the team something to which you nodded.

“Also…after my contract ends in four years time, I’m going to be retiring. Dios mio, I will never get used to saying that..” Alexia mutters the last sentence while her new teammates looked at each other in shock that Alexia would be retiring and she chose Chelsea to be her last team. “Your going to retire?” Erin said kinda shocked, it isn’t everyday that a world class player announces that she will finish her career in four years. “Si, I have been thinking about retiring for quite a long time but that's not for a while.” Alexia said with a smile on her face as you held her hand to comfort her.

“Time for training!” You shout, scaring a couple of your teammates and everyone starts moving to the training field. Alexia grabbed your hand to help you up from your seat and walk with you slowly to a seat on the sidelines of the training pitch.

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Alexia was doing really well while training with her new teammates at Chelsea and was having fun, joking around with them and getting to know them.

She was laughing with Magda and Pernille when she heard her name being shouted by you on the sidelines making her face drop because it sounded like you were in pain, which you were since you were now in labour. She looked to Emma who just nodded and motioned her to go with you, she sprinted over to you.

It didn’t take long to get to the hospital, you weren’t sure that she went the speed limit but at that precise moment in time you didn’t care much about that you just wanted to get this baby out of you.

It was surprisingly quite a quick birth, at 7:48pm you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl called Elena Putellas Segura.

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Taglist:   @sofakingwoso @xxforeverinadayxx

[stargirlfics]

”making a movie” 😏 with Alfred

Whew the thoughts this immediately gave me! The thought of creating a private little video for the two of you, between the two of you, yeah that’s hot!

Here’s a quick moodboard I made to set the mood 🎥

Just thinking about warming him up to the idea, I feel like it’s probably not something Alfred has done before in his sex life but the idea is intriguing—he’s willing to try anything if you’re down and wanting so he figures why not?!

Maybe he already has a lewd photo of you tucked in his wallet or in a private file folder on his phone from the occasional spontaneous moment but something about this; taking the time to set up the camera, discussing it together, the obvious anticipation starting to build as you do, it really would be like foreplay.

You decide to keep it pretty candid and natural, not wanting to perform for the camera necessarily but rather it be something authentic and intimate for you both so you’re eagerly waiting on the bed while Alfred props up your phone or one of his camera’s and though you almost forget it’s recording the second he cups your chin to kiss you, there is something erotic about knowing it’s there.

Knowing you’re being watched in a way, that you’ll play the video back later watching it with him just to see all the passion in the way you fuck each other, how you look at each other, the dew that will stick to your skin the more you intertwine your bodies. It’s everything!

Oh…don’t think about Alfred positioning you so the camera will have all the perfect angles and goddd the way his hands would be all over you like he’s showing off his favorite parts of your body, taking his sweet time to loosen you up and turn you on even more.

“There you are.” he would coo next to your ear, “I love how much you want this. Fuck, I could watch those legs fall open for me all day.”

You’re already reaching for him, body buzzing and eager for more when it does something else to you entirely to watch him touch you where you need him most, the slick sounds of two fingers sliding over your pussy just for his head to dip and his mouth takes their place.

He’s a lot more feral in how he devours you, something about making a movie in the back of his mind as he draws out every expert flick of his tongue, unapologetic about the mess, just content to hear you enjoying yourself.

“Oh, I know I know darling. Let me have it and I’ll fill up your pretty cunt just like you’ve been asking.” The growl is so deep it gives you chills and your eyes flick towards the camera for a moment before rolling shut, coming around thick fingers pressed so deliciously against that spot that has you seeing stars.

Even when you’re trying to catch your breath, limp against the sheets Alfred doesn’t relent, his mouth trailing over your skin, across the curve or your hip and down your tummy, up to your shoulder and eventually settling on your lips in a shattering kiss.

You’re hungry for it, for him, swallowing his groans, his oxygen and your own whimpers while your bodies find each other easily. Legs parting to wrap around his waist so you can feel him too and it has you crying out when he rocks into you, any sense of self restraint fully done away with now.

Please wtf I need him so bad!!!

And when he’s finally sinking that thick cock of his inside you I just know he would talk you through the entire moment, gently turning your head to face the camera and telling you to keep your eyes on him. Our beloved knows exactly what kind of visual and auditory porn you’d want, period!

“Such a good girl, taking it like this. You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” While he’s stretching you out, hips pressing you into the bed can you imagine…bye I am passing away!

Then you’re losing your mind a bit later when you ride him and he’s so generous with his praise and encouragement that you’re bouncing on his cock just a little harder, just a bit faster and you can tell he likes that you’re just as feral and wanton for it as he is, it’s all about matching each others freak, babyyy!

You almost forget you were filming any of this when you’re finally spent and sleepy, whining when he moves from your embrace to turn off the video but he’s slipping back into bed as quickly as he’d left, bringing the camera with him so you could look at what you’d just made.

Barely five minutes in and you’re squirming against him, a fading ache of what just transpired still pulsing in your core and once again your heartbeat quickens when you glance at Alfred and see him already looking at you with that expression in his eyes again.

Till the paint peels off the walls I say

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Ugh I wanna be his little movie star! 🌟 Thank you for the thirsty thought, anon. Hope you enjoyed!

[babygirlspurgeon]

aka welcome to the minnesota wild as shania twain songs! this is a many months long passion project @alshaverpressbox and i have been pecking away at but here on the eve of a fresh season we are ready to share! 

daemon hunt - man! i feel like a woman!

i bet you’re wondering how this all started….. mr hunt mentioned this was his karaoke song and well, it spiraled into the rest of this. we thank you for your service sir 🫡

wild fans - you’re still the one, i’m holdin’ on to love (to save my life)

love is stored in wildblr ❤️

jon merrill - i ain’t no quitter

is he the best at hockey? no but he is for mullets & gays <3

jake middleton - you win my love, party for two

there's no speed limit/just go faster, faster, don't be slow/rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows (please watch this music video with him in mind i beg)

brock faber - rock this country, no one needs to know

i just know he also screams the minnesota mention in rock this country. also was sad to realize months too late how good of a brock for calder song it is

matt boldy - the woman in me (needs the man in you)

i'm not always strong/and sometimes i'm even wrong/but i win when i choose/and i can't stand to lose

joel eriksson ek - honey, i’m home, gonna getcha good, giddy up

most persecuted girl in the world who deserves a good foot rub and a lil snack

marcus foligno - i’m not in the mood (to say no), party for two

ain’t no need to plan it, jump right in and jam it also yes party for two is for both middsy and moose and they’re singing it to spurge. they're cool fun guys who bring the party what more is there to say?

marat khusnutdinov - ain’t no particular way 

welcome to minnesota get loved bitch

marco rossi - up!, i’m jealous 

nice young man who’s persevered with mild antics for his goalie that he’s totally normal about

zach bogosian - you lay a whole lotta love on me

beefcake..... i can feel your body tuggin' gently on my mind/stirring up a feeling i thought i'd never find

jonas brodin - love gets me every time, don't be stupid (you know i love you)

really need to hear “i gol’ darn gone and done it” come out of this man’s mouth Right Now

liam ohgren - wanna get to know you (that good)

don't wanna miss a minute/wanna be right in it/do everything you're doing/go everywhere you're going

marc-andre fleury - legends never die, when you kiss me 

feel very normal about our record setting goalie really really liking us

jesper wallstedt - thank you baby (for makin’ someday come so soon)

he's here........

filip gustavsson - what a way to wanna be!

giving "android in the group chat" giving nobody’s perfect by hannah montana

mats zuccarello - you've got a way

when your hockey soulmate shows up and your career revitalizes.....

ryan hartman - whatever you do! don’t!

hartzy is soooo normal about kirill as we all know

jared spurgeon - any man of mine, from this moment, come on over

i do indeed give my hand you with all my heart.....

declan chisholm - white claw

so when he calls/say fuck it all

freddy gaudreau - i won’t leave you lonely 

soft song..... soft man....

marcus johansson - c’est la vie

hold tight, it comes right eventually

jakub lauko - (if you’re not in it for love) i’m outta here

passing this vibe check with flying colors btw

kirill kaprizov - she’s not just a pretty face, that don’t impress me much

she's got everything it takes, and yeah she thinks you're alright but that won't keep her warm in the middle of the night.... he is That Bitch

nordy - juanita 

nordy save us, save us nordy

billy g - whose bed have your boots been under?

you never know with that bitch...

gone but never forgotten (affectionate and derogatory)

mason shaw - forever and for always

and there ain't no way/i'm letting you go now

charlie coyle and jason zucker - when

zoyle will be reuninted one day right? right????

brandon duhaime and connor dewar - in my car (I’ll be the driver), if it don’t take two

if i'm not with you/no it ain't worth goin' through/if it don't take two

matt dumba - it only hurts when i’m breathing

do i think about dumbs talking about how he and jimmy wanted to be around til the reds came back all the time? perhaps

dean evason - i ain’t going down

her smile got me through the years/dried away the tears/it filled me with hope

pat maroon - is there life after love?

answer: there is not life after love. at least not for patty "chicago" maroon

kevin fiala - nah!

yeah, that's it (that's all), we had fun (we had a ball)/it was good while it lasted, but now i'm past it

parise and suter - ka-ching

dig deeper in your pocket, come on, i know you’ve got it <- them to chuck fletcher

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices (BTR Series Book 2 of 3) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 34: Wrestlemania..

As Rhea walked into their bedroom, she paused in the doorway, smiling at the sight of Jey sitting on the bed with the video camera in his hands. The little red recording light blinked, letting her know he was in the middle of filming.

He turned the lens toward her and grinned. “And there is your mom, Jeyson. Look at how beautiful she is.”

Rhea let out a soft giggle, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Are you still recording for our son?”

Jey nodded, his expression softening. “Of course. I was just about to tell him how we fell in love.”

Rhea stepped further into the room, her eyes glancing between Jey and the camera. She sat beside him on the bed, leaning into the frame. “I’ll tell you, Jeyson,” she said, her voice light but sincere as she looked into the camera. “It was the most unconventional way to fall in love, but…”

Her voice trailed off as she turned her gaze to Jey, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I would never trade it for the world.”

Jey set the camera down on the nightstand, its red light still glowing, and turned to her. “It wasn’t just unconventional. It was messy, chaotic, and everything in between,” he said, taking her hand in his. “But it brought me you, and now it’s brought us him.”

Rhea squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his palm against hers. “And that’s all that matters.”

Jey leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “He’s gonna know, Rhea. He’s gonna know how much we fought to get here. And how much we already love him.”

Rhea’s eyes glistened as she whispered, “He’s gonna know he’s our everything.”

The two sat there for a moment in silence, their hands intertwined, the glow of the camera light capturing a memory that Jeyson would one day watch—a moment that showed just how deeply his parents loved him and each other.

Smiling, Jey reached over and adjusted the camera, grinning as he spoke. “You wanna see how small you are right now, Jeyson?” He panned the lens toward Rhea’s belly, zooming in on her 19-week pregnant bump.

Rhea placed her hand protectively over her belly and chuckled. “You’re the size of a mango right now.”

Jey tilted the camera slightly, giving her a playful smirk. “Two mangos, babe, because you’re getting bigger.”

Rhea playfully swatted at him. “Don’t be mean.”

Jey laughed and leaned closer, gently rubbing her belly. “That just means he’s gonna be big and strong.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Just like his old man?”

Jey shook his head with a grin, looking directly into the camera. “Nope. He’s gonna be big and strong, just like my dad. Your grandpa.”

Rhea joined in, her voice teasing as she addressed the camera. “Which means if you start wrestling someday, don’t do the stink face like Grandpa Solofa.”

Jey burst out laughing, pulling the camera back up to capture both of them. “She’s got jokes, huh? But for real, Jeyson, your grandpa is a legend. And if you do wrestle one day, you’ll have the whole family behind you. Just don’t let your mom teach you her headbutts—those things are dangerous.”

Rhea gasped dramatically, nudging him. “Don’t listen to your dad, baby. Headbutts are the secret weapon.”

They both laughed, the playful banter filling the room as Jey turned the camera off, but not before whispering, “We love you, little man.”

Rhea and Jey both climbed into bed, the exhaustion of the day settling in as they pulled the covers over themselves. Jey leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, a gesture filled not with passion but something deeper—love, unwavering and powerful.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes shimmering with emotion in the dim light of their room. She reached out to trace her fingers along his jawline and whispered, “I would never trade you for anything else.”

Jey tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly as he gazed at her. “Babe…” he started, but she quickly cut him off.

“No, I mean it,” Rhea said firmly, her voice trembling with sincerity. “Despite our bumpy beginning… despite how short our time together has been… I love you so much, Joshua. I can’t picture my life without you. You make me feel so whole, like every broken piece of me finally fits.”

Jey’s hand found hers under the blanket, their fingers intertwining. He stayed quiet, letting her words wash over him, the weight of her vulnerability settling in his chest.

“And I just…” Rhea continued, her voice cracking slightly, “I just don’t ever want to wake up one day and hear you say you don’t love me anymore. Because that will kill me, Jey. I don’t think I could survive that.”

Jey immediately pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively. “Babe,” he said softly, his voice steady and reassuring. “That’s never gonna happen. You hear me? Never.”

Rhea pressed her forehead against his, their breaths mingling. “Promise me, Joshua. Promise me you’ll always love me.”

Jey cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to roll down her cheeks. “Rhea, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life. You’re it for me. There’s no one else, no other life I want but this one—right here, with you, with our son, with our crazy family. I promise you, babe. I will always love you.”

Rhea sniffled and let out a soft laugh. “You better, or I’m kicking your ass.”

Jey chuckled and kissed her again, this time lingering just a little longer. “That I know for sure...”

“So weird for you to admit defeat so quickly,” Rhea teased, a small smile breaking through her tears.

He held her close as they settled back into the pillows, the room quiet except for the steady sound of their breathing. “You’re stuck with me, Rhea. Forever,” Jey whispered as she rested her head on his chest.

“Good,” Rhea murmured, her voice soft and content. “Because I’m not going anywhere either.”

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April 18th, 2025 – 11:21 PM

The fountains of Bellagio danced under the night sky, lights reflecting on the water in mesmerizing patterns as the wedding party gathered near, laughing and chattering excitedly. The night was electric, filled with the joy of Jey and Rhea’s union, but everyone’s attention still lingered on the earlier excitement—Trinity going into premature labor during the Hall of Fame ceremony.

Jey stood at the center of the group, holding up his phone to show the latest pictures Jon had sent from the hospital. “Look at this,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Trin and Jon with the twins. They’re perfect, man.”

Joe peered over his shoulder, grinning as he clapped Jey on the back. “That’s what I’m talking about! Two more Fatus in the world. Let’s celebrate! I got us a penthouse suite for the weekend.”

Damian raised his drink high, the ice clinking in his glass. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Let’s get this party started!”

The wedding party cheered in agreement. Joe and Galina led the way toward the Bellagio, followed by Damian and Kayden, Liv and Dom, Finn, JD, Carlito, Joseph and Almia, Cody and Brandi, and even Raquel, who had joined the festivities later in the evening as Carlito’s unofficial date.

But as everyone moved toward the Bellagio’s entrance, Rhea stayed back, her eyes glued to the fountain. She stood there, captivated by the beauty of the water’s rhythmic dance, the world around her fading into the background.

Jey, halfway to the entrance, turned to look for her and noticed her standing by the water’s edge, lost in thought. He shook his head with a small smile and made his way back to her.

“Babe,” he said softly, slipping his hand into hers.

She turned to him, her eyes glowing under the soft lights of the fountain. “I just needed a moment,” she said. “It’s all so overwhelming. The wedding, the twins being born, the Hall of Fame… It’s like a dream, you know?”

Jey nodded, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. “I get it. It’s a lot. But this?” He gestured to the fountain and the lights. “None of this matters as much as us. Come on, Mrs. Fatu. Let’s go make the most of our wedding night.”

Rhea smiled at the sound of her new title—Mrs. Fatu. It sent a shiver of excitement through her. She took a deep breath, letting the moment settle in her chest, then nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

Jey pulled her close, stealing a quick kiss before leading her toward the Bellagio, their hands entwined. The laughter from the wedding party grew louder as they approached the elevator, where their friends were already piling in, ready to continue the night’s celebration.

But for Jey and Rhea, the real celebration was just beginning.

As Jey and Rhea stepped out of the elevator and made their way toward the penthouse suite, Rhea suddenly froze, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach. A strong kick had startled her, and she looked down, smiling softly.

“Simmer down, Jeyson,” she murmured, stroking her belly.

Jey, noticing her pause, chuckled. “Baby boy’s kicking, huh?”

Rhea nodded, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the spot where she’d felt the movement. Jey grinned as he felt a little thump beneath his palm. “That’s a superkick!” he said with pride, his laughter filling the quiet hallway.

Rhea laughed along, the moment lightening her mood as the elevator doors opened behind them. Together, they walked hand in hand toward the suite, where the sounds of celebration spilled into the hallway.

When they pushed open the doors, they were greeted by a large gold-and-white banner that read: Mr. & Mrs. Fatu EST. 2025. The room was decorated with fairy lights, balloons, and rose petals scattered across the floor and tables.

Galina rushed forward, embracing Rhea with excitement. “Do you love it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“It’s so pretty!” Rhea replied, her smile wide as she looked around at the thoughtful decor.

Liv appeared next, popping open a chilled bottle of sparkling apple juice. “For you and me,” she said with a wink, pouring two glasses and handing one to Rhea.

Almia and Kayden weren’t far behind, pouring glasses of champagne for the rest of the group. The room began to fill with laughter, toasts, and the soft clinking of glasses as everyone settled in.

Dominik, standing near the sound system, turned the music down, and all eyes shifted to Joe as he stepped forward. He raised his glass, a confident smile on his face.

“I just want to say something very brief,” Joe began, his voice carrying the room’s attention. “Rhea… welcome to the Anoa’i/Fatu family. You’ve been a part of us for a while now, but tonight, it’s official. You’re one of us. Through thick and thin, good and bad—this family stands together, no matter what.”

The room erupted into cheers and applause. Rhea blinked back tears, touched by Joe’s sincerity. She glanced at Jey, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

“Thank you, Joe,” Rhea said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “It means everything to me to be a part of this family. I’ve never felt so accepted and loved.”

Joe smiled warmly. “We’re lucky to have you. And now…” he raised his glass higher, “to the newlyweds! Mr. and Mrs. Fatu!”

Everyone raised their glasses in unison, shouting, “To the Fatus!” before taking sips of their drinks.

Jey leaned down, his lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “Told you we’d make the most of our wedding night.”

Rhea laughed softly, her free hand resting on her belly as Jeyson gave another small kick. This was exactly where she was meant to be—surrounded by love, family, and the man who made her feel whole.

April 19th, 2025 12:11 AM

As the pulsating beats of “Goosebumps” by Travis Scott filled the room, Liv held the video camera with a mischievous grin. She panned it across the suite, landing on Damian and Finn, who were already in character, preparing to entertain.

Damian leaned forward, pointing a finger at the camera. “Alright, little man, let me introduce myself. I didn’t get to speak to you too much at the baby shower, but I’m one of your unofficial uncles. That’s right, Uncle Damian!”

Finn, standing beside him, nodded with mock seriousness. “And I’m your other unofficial uncle, mate. Uncle Finn. You’ve got the best.”

Damian smirked, gesturing dramatically between the two of them. “Now, if you’re wondering why we have two completely different accents, it’s because your mom—your amazing mom—works with the best people from all over the world.”

Finn gave Damian a side-eye. “Will you stop it, lad? You’re embarrassing us.”

Damian grinned at the camera. “Nah, I’m educating Jeyson.”

Finn shook his head, taking a more serious tone as he leaned closer to the lens. “No, but seriously, mate—if you ever decide to wrestle one day, come to us first. Don’t go to your father.”

Jey’s voice boomed across the room from the other side. “I HEARD THAT!”

The group burst into laughter, Finn cracking up as he threw his hands up. “What? I’m just saying!” He turned back to the camera. “Look, Jeyson, your uncles here know what’s up. I’m gonna teach you the Coup de Grâce before I let these other clowns teach you a spear, mate.”

Damian rolled his eyes dramatically. “Coup de Grâce? Please. Listen, Jeyson, what your other unofficial uncle is trying to say is that you’ll learn some proper finishers from me first. Like the Chokeslam from Hell!”

Finn gave Damian a look. “Oh, real original, big guy.”

Damian leaned into the camera with a mock sinister expression. “Don’t listen to him, Jeyson. Uncle Damian’s got you covered. I’ll show you what real power looks like.”

The camera shook slightly as Liv laughed behind it, capturing the banter perfectly.

Jey walked into the frame, wrapping an arm around Rhea’s shoulders. “Alright, alright, that’s enough, you two,” he said, pointing a playful finger at Damian and Finn. “Don’t be trying to steal my son from me. Jeyson’s gonna learn all his moves from his dad first. Right, babe?”

Rhea chuckled, glancing at the camera. “Jeyson, your dad might be a little biased, but your uncles do have a point. You’re gonna have the best of the best teaching you—if you even want to wrestle.”

Finn smirked at Jey. “Looks like Mom’s already on our side, mate.”

The room erupted in laughter again as Liv zoomed in on Rhea’s belly. “And there you have it, baby Jeyson—your family is already arguing over who gets to train you, and you’re not even born yet!”

Just then, Kayden approached the camera with a grin on her face, the laughter and chatter of the party still filling the background. She adjusted the lens, her voice playful as she spoke to the unborn baby. “Alright, Jeyson, let me get this. I’m one of your unofficial aunties, and I’m ready to make this video legendary!”

Liv popped her head into the frame, her face lighting up. “And I’m your unofficial auntie too, don’t forget about me!” she added with a wink, before leaning in closer to the camera.

Kayden laughed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, we can’t forget about Aunt Liv. So, Jeyson, when your mom told us she was pregnant with you, we were all so excited. We were like, ‘Yes, finally!’” She smiled as she reminisced. “It was like the moment we’ve all been waiting for.”

Liv nodded enthusiastically, her voice filled with affection. “Exactly! We knew your mom was destined to be a mom. But not just any mom—your mom. We knew it from the moment she shared the news with us. And now, look at her—she’s going to be the best mom ever.”

The two girls exchanged a fond look before setting the camera down on a nearby table, moving away from the bustle of the conversation happening around them. Their voices softened as they spoke directly to the camera.

Liv looked at the lens, speaking with the warmth only a best friend could show. “So, Jeyson, I’ve got to add something important to this video. And I’m giving you proof right here, right now,” she said, her tone teasing. “Your mom? She has a thing for dancing with your dad.”

Kayden smiled and leaned closer to the camera. “Oh, and it’s not just any dancing. It’s like, whenever they dance together, the entire room stops. It’s like magic, Jeyson. They are so in love, it’s like you can feel it in the air.”

Liv grinned as she looked over at Kayden, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “And that’s why you need to hurry up and get out here, so you can see what we’re talking about. Trust me, it’s a sight to behold. You don’t want to miss it.”

Kayden nodded in agreement, her voice softening slightly. “We can’t wait to meet you, little one. Your mom and dad are incredible together, and we can’t wait for you to experience that bond up close and personal.”

Just then, the unmistakable beat of Un X100to by Grupo Frontera featuring Bad Bunny began to fill the air. Kayden’s eyes lit up. “Ah, perfect timing, Jeyson! This right here is what I’m talking about. Your unofficial uncles—Dominik and Damian—taught your mom the beauty of Spanish music. And now? She’s trying to teach your dad!” She laughed, her voice filled with excitement as she adjusted the camera to capture the scene unfolding.

Rhea, with a smile on her face, was trying her best to teach Jey some smooth steps to the song, mimicking the moves she had learned from Raquel and Carlito. Jey, on the other hand, was struggling a bit but clearly enjoying himself as he tried to match his wife’s rhythm. He stumbled over his own feet, but Rhea’s infectious laughter made him laugh along with her. The energy between them was undeniable—playful, loving, and filled with joy.

Dominik, always eager to jump in, leaned into the frame, flashing his trademark smirk. “Which brings me to another thing, Jeyson,” he said, teasingly. “When you come out, we’re going to make sure you know the beauty of Spanish music. No more of that rap stuff—your unofficial uncles are gonna teach you the good stuff.”

Joseph, ever the challenger, leaned into the camera with a mischievous grin. “Rap is better than Spanish music, don’t let the mullet fool you, Jeyson!” he said, playfully nudging Dominik with his elbow. “We’ll see what your dad has to say about that!”

Dominik, who was enjoying the friendly banter, laughed loudly. “Everyone loves the mullet, though. Trust me.” He flipped his hair dramatically for emphasis.

Joe, not one to back down, raised his voice from the other side of the room. “Not me!” he yelled, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The entire group erupted into playful teasing and laughter, as the camera continued to capture the fun chaos of the evening. With each passing moment, the room felt more like a family reunion, the love and connection between everyone filling the air. Everyone was eager to share in the joy of the moment, from teaching the baby about music to showering Rhea and Jey with support. The night was filled with laughter, love, and memories that would last a lifetime.

As the conversation continued, Kayden looked at the camera and smiled softly. “Jeyson, you’re gonna have so much love in your life. You’re surrounded by so many people who can’t wait to see you. And trust me, we’re all here for you, no matter what. Your mom and dad? They’re going to be amazing parents. And we’re going to be here, every step of the way, cheering you on.”

Liv nodded, her expression filled with affection. “We’re all so excited for you, little one. You’ve already got so much love surrounding you.”

With that, the two girls shared a look, their hearts full of anticipation for the future as they set the camera down and rejoined the rest of the celebration, ready to continue the night filled with music, laughter, and love.

—

April 19th, 2025 9:11 AM

The sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor echoed on the ramp as Jey moved through his entrance routine. He was in his element, his focus sharp as he rehearsed his moves, practicing every step of the signature swagger that made his entrance iconic. Each movement was deliberate, perfectly timed, and filled with the same energy that would electrify the crowd.

Hunter stood off to the side, nodding approvingly as he observed Jey’s performance. Bruce Prichard, clipboard in hand, was taking notes on the lighting setup. They were discussing the technical side of the entrance, adjusting the light cues to make sure everything synced perfectly with Jey’s movements.

“I think we can push the lights just a little brighter on the first jump,” Bruce said, adjusting his glasses. “Make sure they catch the energy of the moment.”

Hunter crossed his arms, watching Jey intently as he moved. “Agreed. We want that first step to pop—let the crowd feel it from the moment he hits the ramp.”

Rhea, standing nearby with her arms folded, smiled softly at the sight of her partner in action. She had always admired Jey’s presence in the ring, and watching him rehearse reminded her of how much he had grown as a performer. She was dressed casually in Jey’s YEET hoodie and biker shorts, her blue crocs adding a touch of comfort to her look. The palm tree croc charms swayed slightly with each step she took.

Jeyce and Jaciyah, stood beside her, also dressed in Jey’s YEET merch. Jeyce, always the curious one, kept his eyes fixed on his father’s every move, while Jaciyah, ever the confident young man, rolled his eyes in mock boredom.

“You think he’s gonna nail it tonight?” Jeyce asked, his voice full of the innocent excitement that only a child could have. He shifted on his feet, clearly itching to get closer to his dad.

“Of course he is,” Rhea said, her voice calm and reassuring. She looked down at Jeyce with a soft smile. “Your dad’s the best at what he does.”

Jaciyah crossed his arms and sighed dramatically. “You two are so predictable. But yeah, I guess Dad’s always got the entrance down. It’s like he owns the ring the second he walks out.”

Jeyce laughed. “Dad’s cool.”

Rhea chuckled, ruffling Jeyce’s hair. “He’s cool, alright.”

As Jey continued rehearsing, moving fluidly through his steps, the lighting crew tested the cues. The lights flickered momentarily before turning bright white, highlighting Jey’s every move. Hunter and Bruce kept a close eye on the timing.

“We’re good for tonight, but let’s do another run-through in an hour. I want to make sure everything clicks,” Hunter said, tapping Bruce’s shoulder as they walked off to discuss the final tweaks.

Rhea watched them go, then turned her attention back to Jey, her gaze softening. She knew how important tonight was for him, especially after his time off for recovery. This was more than just a match; it was a return to form, a chance to reclaim his place in the spotlight.

Jey slowed his movements and turned to face her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re staring at me like I’m about to perform surgery or something,” he joked, his voice warm and playful.

Rhea grinned, her eyes filled with pride. “I’m just watching my husband do his thing.”

Jey looked down at his kids, who were both beaming. “You two ready for the show tonight?” he asked, his tone softening as he walked over to them.

Jaciyah shrugged. “It’s just Dad being Dad. But yeah, I’m excited.”

Jeyce nodded enthusiastically, his voice full of energy. “Yeah! I can’t wait to see you! You’re gonna look awesome!”

Rhea laughed at the way Jeyce bounced on his toes. “You heard him, Dad. Looks like you’ve got a fan club.”

Jey chuckled, ruffling his son’s hair. “It’s good to have a fan club. Makes the job a little easier.”

The rehearsal continued, with Jey refining his movements under the watchful eyes of Hunter and Bruce. Rhea stayed close to the side, watching her family. Despite the hustle and bustle of the day, there was something so grounding about moments like this—Jey, in his element, surrounded by the people who loved him most.

As the final cues were tested, Rhea’s gaze lingered on Jey. She couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride and admiration. Tonight, he would step out into the ring once more, not just as Jey Uso, but as a fighter and a family man who had fought through everything to get here. And she would be there, cheering him on, just as she always had.

She caught his eye across the room, and without a word, he gave her a small, reassuring nod. It was a simple gesture, but it meant everything.

Rhea smiled back, her heart swelling with pride. He’s got this, she thought. Tonight’s going to be incredible.

—

8:47 PM

Rhea’s heart was pounding in her chest as she walked alongside Jey, her fingers tightly wrapped around his hand. The weight of the moment felt heavy, and she could feel his nervous energy as they made their way down the narrow hallway, the sounds of the arena reverberating through the walls. The familiar backstage buzz was filled with the anticipation of WrestleMania, but Rhea couldn’t shake the nerves that had settled in her stomach. Tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Jey’s big return, and with the Men’s Money in the Bank match looming, there was no telling what would happen next.

Jey’s nerves were palpable, too. He was dressed in his black and red WrestleMania gear, the same outfit he had shown Rhea weeks ago when he’d first pulled it out of his bag, and although he was trying to keep his cool, she could tell he was feeling the pressure. Rhea squeezed his hand, trying to offer him the comfort she knew he needed.

“You got this, baby,” she murmured, glancing up at him. His jaw was tight, his eyes focused ahead, but he gave her a small, appreciative smile in return.

They continued their walk backstage, passing crew members and performers who were preparing for their own matches, the energy in the air unmistakable. As they neared the gorilla position, Rhea spotted Jeyce and Jaciyah, who were already seated in the club suites with Jey’s parents, Solofa and Talisua Fatu. They were excited and animated, watching the action unfold on the monitors in front of them, completely oblivious to the pressure that Jey was carrying on his shoulders.

“Let’s do this,” Jey said quietly, breaking the silence between them. He wiped his hand across his face, clearly trying to shake off his nerves. Rhea gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, but she could feel the tension radiating off him.

Rhea’s gaze flicked to the large screen in the arena, where RAW GM Adam Pearce was now announcing the mystery seventh contender for the Men’s Money in the Bank match. Rhea’s eyes widened as she heard the crowd erupt into cheers, the energy in the building reaching a fever pitch.

“Tonight, we have a mystery man entering the Money in the Bank match,” Adam announced. “And to introduce him… I’ll let Kendrick Lamar do the honors.”

The crowd roared with excitement as the unmistakable opening beats of Squabble Up by Kendrick Lamar filled the arena, signaling the arrival of someone the fans couldn’t wait to see. The tension backstage became electric, and Rhea could feel the anticipation building, her heart racing as the moments ticked by. She looked up at Jey, whose nervous energy had reached its peak as they drew closer to the gorilla position.

Jey glanced at Rhea, reaching for the water bottle in his hand. With a quick, nervous shake of his head, he splashed water through his hair, trying to calm himself. Rhea watched him, her chest tight with worry. She wanted so badly for him to feel at ease, to know that she believed in him more than anything.

“One minute, Jey,” Hunter’s voice called out from across the room, snapping Jey back to the reality of what was about to unfold. His face tightened in focus, but Rhea could see the tension still in his shoulders.

She moved toward him, her hand on his cheek. She could see his chest rise and fall as he took in deep, calming breaths. Rhea pressed her lips to his in a quick, soft kiss, her eyes locking with his when they pulled apart.

“Good luck,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She wasn’t sure if it was the nerves or the weight of the moment, but she wanted him to know how much she believed in him, how much she loved him.

Jey’s eyes softened as he gave her a small nod, his lips curling into a tight, determined smile. “Thanks, babe,” he said, his voice low and steady despite the racing adrenaline coursing through him. “I got this.”

As the countdown clock ticked down, Rhea watched Jey take one last deep breath, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she saw the man she loved completely in the zone. He wasn’t just Jey Uso—the charismatic superstar everyone knew. Tonight, he was a man ready to reclaim his place in the spotlight.

The beat of Squabble Up hit the speakers once more, filling the arena with an electric energy as the crowd’s anticipation skyrocketed. The lights flickered and dimmed, setting the stage for the moment everyone had been waiting for. Rhea stood backstage, her breath caught in her throat as she watched the spectacle unfold. She felt the adrenaline in her veins, knowing that Jey was about to make his grand return.

“I feel good, get out my face

Look good, but she don’t got no taste

I walk in, walked out with the safe

Mando, let me know what the play

Squabble up, squabble up…”

The music cut off suddenly, and the lights in the arena dropped, plunging everything into darkness for a split second. Then, the spotlight hit the center of the stage, illuminating none other than Kendrick Lamar himself. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, and Kendrick’s voice rang out over the speakers, “USO!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The tension was unbearable. Rhea’s heart raced as the familiar chords of Jey’s theme started playing. The crowd went wild, their cheers vibrating through the arena, building in intensity as the spotlight flicked to the entrance ramp.

Hunter, standing backstage by the monitors, nodded at Jey, signaling it was time. With a deep breath, Jey stepped into the light, his eyes scanning the crowd as the roar of the audience seemed to swallow him whole. He felt the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through him—after five long months of being away from the ring, this was his moment.

The cheers hit him like a wave, and Jey’s heart swelled. The fans hadn’t forgotten him, and he wasn’t just coming back for the sake of it—he was coming back to reclaim his place at the top.

Jey lifted his head high, a proud grin crossing his face. The time away had been tough, but now, standing in front of thousands of fans, he felt like he was exactly where he needed to be.

He took a few steps forward, soaking in the energy, letting the crowd’s cheers fuel his fire. The familiar sounds of the crowd chanting “YEET!” echoed throughout the arena. Jey could hardly believe it—after everything that had happened, they still stood by him.

His body tensed in excitement as he sprinted down the ramp, his feet pounding against the ground with every step. The crowd’s energy surged as he reached the ring, and Jey slid under the ropes with a quick, fluid motion. He jumped to his feet, raising his arms high in the air, basking in the deafening cheers.

Rhea’s hands instinctively went to her heart, her eyes glued to Jey as she watched him come alive in the ring. She couldn’t help but smile, her face glowing with pride. After everything they’d been through, seeing him back where he belonged felt like the culmination of their journey.

Jey stood in the center of the ring, his chest heaving as he drank in the moment. The fans were chanting, and it felt like the whole arena was vibrating with his energy. It was everything he had been working toward—the return of Jey Uso, and he was going to make sure it counted.

Hunter and Bruce watched from the side, nodding approvingly at Jey’s energy and presence. “He’s back,” Bruce said with a grin, already imagining the possibilities of what was to come.

Rhea took a deep breath, smiling softly to herself as she watched him from backstage. She knew there was more to come, but for now, she was just thankful to see him back, standing tall and confident once again.

The crowd was still roaring, and Jey stood in the ring, eyes locked on the crowd. The lights flashed around him, his theme blaring, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jey Uso was exactly where he belonged. The match was just about to start, and Jey was ready to take it all.

The match had been brutal, every second of it a fight for survival. For 53 grueling minutes, the superstars tore through ladders, steel, and one another in a desperate bid to claim the coveted Money in the Bank briefcase. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, the crowd on the edge of their seats, waiting for the moment that would solidify a new champion.

And then, it happened. Jey, already battered and bruised, found his second wind. He locked eyes with Finn Balor, who was dangling from the briefcase above, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. Rhea held her breath, watching as Jey built up his momentum. He sprinted toward the ladder, leaping with all his might, and delivered a brutal spear straight into Finn, sending both men crashing to the mat.

The crowd erupted in a deafening chant, their voices echoing throughout the arena. “YEET! YEET! YEET!”

Rhea’s heart raced as she watched Jey struggle to his feet, the pain in his body evident. But he was determined, his focus laser-sharp as he climbed the ladder once more. She could hear the commentators’ voices blaring through the speakers, hyping up the moment.

“CEMENT YOURSELF IN HISTORY!” they screamed, and Rhea couldn’t help but smile.

Jey reached the top of the ladder, his hand closing around the briefcase. The crowd’s roar grew louder as he unlatched it, pulling it free. His body slumped over the ladder in exhaustion, but the moment was his. His music blared through the speakers, the unmistakable beat of Main Event Ish shaking the arena.

The announcement came, booming over the loudspeakers. “And your 2025 Money in the Bank Winner… Main Event Jey UUSOOOOOO!”

Rhea’s eyes filled with pride and excitement, her heart swelling as she took in the moment. Jey had done it. He had just made history.

Hunter, standing by with Bruce, smiled at her. “You can go out with him now, Rhea,” he said, giving her a nod of approval.

Rhea’s face lit up in surprise. “Really?”

“Go for it,” Hunter said with a grin. “This is his moment. And it’s yours too.”

Rhea’s heart fluttered with excitement, and she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She was dressed in a long black cami dress that flowed effortlessly with each step she took. The crop top with Jey’s face on it paired with her signature blue Vans was a nod to her love for him. She looked every bit the proud partner she was, ready to share this victory with him.

She stepped forward, her feet slightly nervous as she made her way toward the entrance ramp. The crowd was still buzzing, their chants of “YEET!” continuing to fill the air, and Rhea couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love surrounding them.

As she walked down the ramp, her eyes locked on Jey, who was still basking in the moment of victory. When he saw her, his expression softened, and his face broke into a wide grin. He moved toward her, meeting her halfway, and without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.

The kiss was electric—fueled by the raw emotion of the moment. The crowd roared in approval, their cheers echoing throughout the arena as Jey and Rhea stood together, united in their triumph. It was a moment of pure connection, and Rhea could feel the weight of it all.

Jey pulled back slightly, looking at her with a mixture of love and exhaustion in his eyes. “We did it,” he whispered, breathless. “You were with me the whole way.”

Rhea smiled, her hand gently resting on his cheek. “I love you Joshua.”

“I love you too, Demi.”

The moment felt like a dream—everything they had worked for, everything they had sacrificed, had led to this. The crowd continued to chant, and the two stood there together, the energy between them undeniable.

Jey raised the Money in the Bank briefcase high above his head, and the crowd’s cheers reached a fever pitch. Rhea held his hand tightly, her smile never fading as they celebrated his victory—together.

This was just the beginning.

[joaofelix70]

A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

[astayinwonderland]

But this is a no-strings-attached thing

pairings: yuta x f.reader

genre: smut | little plot | +18 minors DNI

summary: Yuta and you have an agreement... but you're starting to change your mind. And maybe, only maybe, so does he.

word count: 958

a/n: I got a little bit carried away and this happened... remember this is fiction. Enjoy! (;

Warnings below the cut.

warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (pls don't), choking, possessive behaviour, spit play, mentions of alcohol, pet names.

Being around him feels like a thunderstorm. There is a spark in the lightning, despair in the rumble, and peace in the water falling from the sky. Yuta is just that man. His touch is effervescent, it makes you want everything he has to offer. Everything he gives, you take gladly. It is in his eyes you find the trust you have never been able to give no one else. It is in his silvery voice you find the pathway to imaginable pleasure. It is in his delicate yet spurring touch you find eagerness to please. Yes, he was the instigator of wet dreams and filthy thoughts. 

Your arrangement was unspoken, one drunken night together was the start of many others minus the alcohol. The common denominator is you, legs spread, him, and only him. Catching feelings is easy for you, how not to catch feelings for Yuta? In broad daylight, he is the perfect gentleman, a generous and selfless friend. Behind closed doors, with you, he gets to be fully and unapologetically him. 

His eyes darken as he opens the door to his place, and a lustful smirk forms on his lips. You stand there motionless for a second. His shirt was unbuttoned, jeans hanging low on his hips, and his belly button piercing visible. All you want is to take his clothes off. 

“I thought you weren’t coming,” he says, moving to the side to let you in. He takes off your jacket and in a second his lips are kissing your neck. Soft and seductive, those lips caress your skin in the most tantalising way. You turn around to meet him and for a split of a second, you seem to find in his dark eyes an ounce of devotion for you… maybe love, but who are you kidding, this was a no-strings-attached thing.

Your arms wrap around his neck as your lips find him to kiss and savour every bit of him. Without breaking the kiss his hands travel to your hips and he slowly pushes you back guiding you to the couch. There, you straddle his lap and the kisses get hotter and needier. Yuta grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you closer, his tongue pushing against yours. The sudden change makes your hips roll over his and he is already hard for you. It turns you on to imagine all the wicked things he can do with his tongue alone, but it drives you insane thinking about the amount of pleasure his cock can give you. 

“You know dry humping is not our thing, doll,” he raises one eyebrow. 

“Then take your clothes off,” you demand. 

Your answer spurs something in him, something carnal and dangerous. You both undress and this is how you find yourself lying on the couch with your legs positioned on his shoulders. Yuta stretches out his hand and you immediately know what to do. You spit on it and there’s that fucking grin that makes your insides flip with lust, passion… and let’s admit it. Love. 

Yuta strokes his erection and aligns himself with you. Entering your wet core slowly, until he bottoms out completely. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of fullness that you can only get from him. His thrusts are deep, fast, and eager, he wants you to feel every vein and the slight curve of this cock dragging against your clenching walls. Fuck, he is the best you’ve ever had. You are the best he’s ever had. The way you moan his name like a broken record gets him going. The way your body responds to him is mesmerising. Your nipples hard, your pussy so wet for him, your tongue licking his neck, your bites, your scent. 

You feel on the verge of dying of pleasure and living for this moment. He grabs your cheeks with one hand. 

“Look at me. Open, doll, “ and you obey, opening your mouth for him. Spit falls from his mouth landing directly over your needy tongue. 

“I don’t want anyone else inside you, you hear me? No one gets to fuck you but me,” he pants as his cock moves in and out of your making your legs tremble and he knows you are getting hornier. You like how he gets possessive of you. 

“You like hearing that? It’s only you– and– me,” and with these words your pussy clenches hard around him. 

“Say it,” he commands. 

“Only. You. And. Me,” you repeat. 

His hands go directly to your neck squeezing slowly, controlled. Your brain begins to fog, you feel the blood rushing through your veins and the undeniable feeling of your orgasm approaching. Yuta’s hand tightens more around your neck, your hips rutting against his, chasing the wonderful release. You cry with pleasure. You want this, you need this. 

“Yuta, please...  Fuck, make me cum,” you manage to say. So his eyes close and he fucks you good. He fucks you into oblivion, your orgasm making your whole body tremble and you can’t do anything but loudly moan as Yuta chases his own release pulling out when he does and cumming on your torso and breasts. 

He slowly lowers your legs that you can barely feel and the sight of you under him makes him jealous. Jealous because he asked you not to fuck anyone else… but that was not the agreement. You can do whatever you want. Sweat covers both of your bodies, Yuta helps you up and leads you to the bathroom. He always turns on the shower and makes sure the water is warm so you can step in. 

“Yuta,” you call from the shower. 

“Yes, doll?” he answers as he waits outside. 

“I think I don’t like this arrangement anymore”. 

[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … January 28

1833 – Charles George "Chinese" Gordon aka Gordon of Khartoum, British soldier and administrator born (d.1885); A military hero of imperial Britain and a martyr at Khartoum, Gordon worried constantly about his inability to score with women, several times wishing himself either a eunuch or a corpse. His wish to die in battle, which was eventually granted him, no doubt accounted for his almost legendary bravery.

Although the record shows that he surrounded himself with beautiful young men, his sense of honor and his religious convictions make it doubtful that his soul was ever sullied, no less his pud. Still, he found a novel way to gratify his senses. He was fond of picking up street urchins, bathing them, feeding them, and mending their clothes with his own needle and thread.

What evidence is there of his homosexuality? Firstly he began his days by having a cold bath (a fact cited by many authors). This is often explained as being necessary to "cool his passions." Secondly, there is his liking for small children, in particular boys. There is no doubt that Gordon enjoyed the company of young boys. From all accounts he seemed to have sought them out, spent time with them in his home and nursed them when they were sick. It has to be said that this suggests not only latent homosexuality but latent paedophillia. Thirdly, there is Gordon's aversion to women: he is on record as having refused invitations from women if he felt that he was being lined up to marry a young woman. Gordon remained a bachelor all of his life.

On their own, none of these facts provide conclusive proof of homosexuality, but taken as a whole, to the modern mind, it would seem to be fairly conclusive proof that Gordon was, as biographer John Pollock puts it, "sexually orientated towards men." His homosexuality was apparently discreet, as many accounts make no mention of it.

1873 – Gabrielle Sidonie Colette, French writer (d.1954); The great French writer's affairs with women are well known, but equally so are her affairs with men. Colette's was a concept of androgyny in which everyone was predisposed to discover within herself, himself, and in other people, a subtle mixture of male and female components. "Once the precious tresses are cut," she wrote, "the breasts, hands, bellies, hidden, what is left of our female facades? In sleep, an incalculable number of women approach the form they would probably have chosen had their life awake not made them ignorant of themselves. And the same for me. I can still see the gracefulness of a sleeping man! From forehead to mouth, behind his closed eyelids, he smiled, nonchalant and sly as a sultana behind her grilled window ... And I, who would have in my stupidity `really liked' to be completely a woman, I looked at him with a male regret." Ambivalence was Colette's middle name.

in 1905, Colette was introduced to Natalie Clifford Barney's circle, and met Missy, the Marquise de Belboeuf, with whom she had a six-year relationship. Following her separation from her first husband—she was married three times- in 1906, Colette made her living as a professional dancer and mime (the subject of her 1911 novel The Vagabond).

One of the most famous incidents of this period involved a performance at the Moulin Rouge of a pantomime in which the amateur Missy (who had taken a few lessons for this purpose) played the male role as the mysterious "Yssim" (no one was fooled) opposite Colette. As Colette arose from a sarcophagus, she and Missy acted out a love scene together: Their passionate kiss resulted in a near-riot among the protesting spectators.

She published around 50 novels in total, many with autobiographical elements. Her themes can be roughly divided into idyllic natural tales or dark struggles in relationships and love. All her novels were marked by clever observation and dialogue with an intimate, explicit style. Her most popular novel, Gigi, was made into a Broadway play and a highly successful Hollywood motion picture, Gigi, starring Maurice Chevalier, Louis Jourdan and Leslie Caron.

A controversial figure throughout her life, Colette was open about her Lesbian affairs. She aided her Jewish friends, including hiding her husband in her attic all through the war. She was a member of the Belgian Royal Academy (1935), president of the Académie Goncourt (1949) (and the first woman to be admitted into it, in 1945), and a Chevalier (1920) and a Grand Officier (1953) of the Légion d'honneur.

When she died in Paris on August 3, 1954, she was given a state funeral, although she was refused Roman Catholic rites because of her divorce. Colette is interred in Le Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris.

Howard Austen with Gore Vidal

1929 – Howard Austen (né Howard Auster — d.2003) was the longtime companion of American writer Gore Vidal. They were together for 53 years, until Austen's death.

Austen was born into a working-class Jewish family and grew up in The Bronx, New York. Reportedly, Austen wanted to have a career as a singer. In 1950, when Vidal met Austen, Austen had just graduated and was struggling to find work writing advertising copy. At Vidal's suggestion, he changed his surname from "Auster" to "Austen" after advertising firms refused to hire him because he was Jewish. Immediately after he changed his name, he was hired at Doyle, Dane & Bernbach, which was considered a very good house and is known as DDB today. Austen would go on to become a stage manager for Broadway shows in the 1950s and 1960s. He also worked in film, assisting with the casting of the classic 1962 film To Kill a Mockingbird.

Austen was described as red-haired and freckle-faced and was 21, having just graduated from New York University, when he met Vidal at New York's Everard Baths on Labor Day, 1950. Vidal has been reported as describing their relationship as "two men who decided to spend their lives together".

Austen managed the couple's complicated financial affairs, travel arrangements and housing needs, both at their home in Hollywood and in their La Rondinaia villa in Ravello, Italy on the Amalfi coast. In September 2003, Austen died from a brain tumor at the age of 74 in Los Angeles, California. In February 2005, Austen was re-buried at Rock Creek Cemetery, in Washington, D.C., in a joint grave meant for Vidal and Austen.

1940 – Today is the birthdate, of the Swiss novelist, pianist and actor Guido Bachmann (d.2003). Born in Luzern, Bachmann's works includes Gilgamesch (1966), Madeira (1976), Die Parabel (1978), Echnaton (1982), and Dionysos (1990).

Gilgamesh was the first book published by Bachmann in 1966. The book is devoted to Bach's friend Alfred Arm. Roland Steinmann, the protagonist of the novel, is a gifted, complicated, vulnerable youth who has problems because of his love for another young adolescent boy named Christian. The educational and social-problem novel is considered critical, modern, and timeless.

The novel led, among other things because of its provocative depiction of human sexuality, to the "Burgdorfer literary scandal," when the novel appeared in 1966, due to the homoerotic passages of conversation in it. After a reading at the student literary club, the Burgdorf Group of 67, on 17 January 1967, it came to a head: The student Martin Schwander, the organizer of the reading, was expelled from school, and the Group of 67 was put under pressure so that it dissolved. Under pressure from the public, the high school student was later re-admitted to school.

1941 – Joel Crothers (d.1985) was an American actor who, in 1981, was noted by columnist Liz Smith to so strongly resemble Tom Selleck that they could be twin brothers. His credits primarily included stage and television work, including a number of soap opera roles, the best known being that of Miles Cavanaugh on The Edge of Night, who he played for eight years. He was also known for his roles as Joe Haskell and Lt. Nathan Forbes on Dark Shadows.

Crothers' soap opera fame helped draw attention to the ground-breaking off-Broadway play Torch Song Trilogy. The play made major stars of its writer (and lead performer) Harvey Fierstein and castmates Estelle Getty and Matthew Broderick – but when it premiered, Crothers was better known than any of them and received star billing on posters, playbills, and even the tickets. Fierstein played Arnold, a world-weary, drag queen; Crothers played Arnold's bisexual lover, Ed. He left the cast when Torch Song transferred to Broadway. Brian Kerwin played Ed in the film version.

Though Crothers was gay, he remained in the closet publicly and was engaged to actress Veleka Gray at the time of his death. They became close friends on the set when they played the lovers Julian Cannell and Vicki Paisley in Somerset. He chose to share his sexual orientation only with his friends and co-workers. Crothers died from AIDS-related lymphoma on November 6, 1985. His remains were cremated and scattered in Lake George, New York.

1976 – The formation of Gay American Indians (GAI) is reported in the Advocate. Founding members are Barbara May Cameron and Randy Burns. GAI is the first Native gay and lesbian organization in the US and contributed to the rise of the Two Spirit movement. By the end of the twentieth century, GAI had grown to over 600 members and spawned other gay American Indian groups in San Diego, Toronto and New York City under the name "Two-Spirit People." GAI has documented berdache roles in over 130 Native American tribes. Burns' own Northern Paiute tradition has traditional berdache roles: tuva'sa(male) moroni noho (female).

Joel Gibb & The Hidden Cameras

1977 – Joel Gibb is a Berlin-based Canadian artist and singer-songwriter who leads the "gay church folk" group The Hidden Cameras. He was born in Kincardine, Ontario.

His first involvement with the music scene was as editor of a fanzine devoted to independent bands, Glamour Guide for Trash. He also hosted a college radio show at CFRE-FM in Mississauga, Ontario. At the same time, he was writing his own songs and, in 2001, he released some of his recordings under the name The Hidden Cameras on his own independent record label EvilEvil, a CD entitled Ecce Homo.

He then gathered together a group of musicians to perform his work, playing everywhere from art galleries to churches to porn theatres to parks. Along the way, the band grew to include up to thirteen members, including a string section, choir and go-go dancers, its audience growing at the same time.

In 2003 the Hidden Cameras were signed to Rough Trade, a well known British record label who released the band's next album, The Smell of Our Own the same year. They began to tour North America and Europe extensively. In 2004, the album Mississauga Goddam was released, followed by The arms of his 'ill' on the California label Absolutely Kosher Records. The album Awoo came out in 2006 on Rough Trade Records, EvilEvil, and Arts & Crafts. All The Hidden Cameras releases to date have been produced by Joel Gibb. In 2007, solo recordings by Gibb were released on the tribute to Arthur Russell compilation EP, Four Songs by Arthur Russell. (Arthur Russell was a gay American composer, singer and musician who died of AIDS in 1992.)

In 2009, he joined forces with PETA in the campaign against the annual seal hunt, appearing on a massive poster in downtown Ottawa reading "Canada's Club Scene Sucks," referring to the clubbing to death of the seals on the icepack.

Gibb exhibits his artwork in various galleries and has been included in group shows in the past at the Tate Modern, among others. His work comprises drawings and banners, both of which are featured on The Hidden Cameras CDs and records. He also shows the videos he has directed for The Hidden Cameras.

1988 – Max Gilardi, also known by his online handle HotDiggedyDemon, is an American animator, voice actor, and YouTuber. He is best known for his "PONY.MOV" web series, a parody of the popular children's animated television series My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. He is also the creator of Spookyville, USA, the Jerry series and Wacky Game Jokez, 4 Kidz! and co-creator of podcast 'Wisenheimers' aka 'unofficial Scott Pilgrimcast'

Gilardi was born in Massachusetts in 1988. He attended the Art Institute of Boston briefly before dropping out.

Gilardi, under the name "HotDiggedyDemon", first started creating flash animations in the early 2000s on Newgrounds.com. In 2007, he began uploading his work to his YouTube channel as well. That year, he created the "Jerry" series, a series of animations detailing the life of a man named Jerry. In 2010, he created the "Wacky Game Jokez, 4 Kidz!" series, also known as "WGJ4K", featuring video game-based humor.

From 2011 to 2013, he gained notability for releasing his six-part video parody of My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, "PONY.MOV", an adult dark comedy animated web series in the art style of The Ren & Stimpy Show. The series grew as a spin-off of Gilardi's Tumblr webcomic, "Ask Jappleack", and each video highlights a different character from the main cast of the television series. In addition to creating animations, he co-hosted the Wisenheimers podcast with fellow animator Yotam Perel from 2010 to 2012.

Little else is known about the author who is self-described as 'a bit shy, an introverted Ratalian, and open homosexual and gay rights activist.' He is 6 foot 4 inches in height but has said that he would trade it all to be shorter with a larger penis.

[ellekhen]

Off the Record

Chapters 1 & 2 - Interview with the Vampire / Up Against the Wall

Summary:

Church is a journalist on assignment to interview a CEO of a renowned gene therapy company; however, unbeknownst to him, that company has just been acquired by his ex, the vampire ascendant Astarion.

Ever the professional, the interview must go on... but inevitably, the tension and feelings come to a head, and Church has no choice but to stop the tape and do something about it.

A Modern AU where vampires and magic exist alongside conventional science.

(Author's Note: This modern AU idea has been haunting me for the past few months and so I finally wrote it all this past weekend. Enjoy!)

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Pairing: Astarion x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 7K+ words; Chapters 2/4

Excerpt below:

“Fine,” Church relented, opening his laptop back up. “Let’s get this over with.”

He tried to ignore the triumphant smile that spread across Astarion’s face as he swiped through his windows, setting his microphone back up with terse, perfunctory movements.

“Are you always this sulky when running an interview?” Astarion asked in amusement.

“I usually know who I’m interviewing before I start,” Church snipped. “I crammed all my research only for it to mean nothing.” He shrugged irritably. “I’m annoyed, that’s all. I don’t have any notes on your background, any questions prepared, and it’s not like my colleague’s outline is going to work anymore…”

“You ‘don’t have notes’ on my background?” Astarion laughed. “Oh you darling, silly thing… you know me better than anyone else in the world. And I’m sure you have plenty of questions, since you refused to keep in touch… despite my best efforts,” he added in a mutter.

Church huffed. “Alright, fine. I’m sure I can spin whatever you say into… something coherent.”

“I’m sure you can,” Astarion said with a patronizing smile. “Shall we begin?”

Church sighed, tapping at his keyboard and fiddling with the microphone. He then straightened up in his seat, picking up his pen before striking a key.

“This is Church Cotter in the Plinth Tower of Waterdeep’s Financial District. I’m here with…?” he gestured an expectant cue at his interviewee, who merely raised an amused eyebrow at him.

“‘Church Cotter?’” Astarion chuckled. “That’s the surname you picked for yourself?”

Church’s eye twitched. “It’s my friend’s.”

“Ah, yes, Mairead, wasn’t it? Little country bumpkin?”

“Not relevant,” Church said flatly. “Your name is…?”

Astarion rolled his eyes, smiling before leaning slightly towards the microphone. “Lord Astarion Ancunín, CEO of Zartech and most recently Mardyn Labs, as well as this handsome journalist’s former lov—”

“Irrelevant,” Church interjected with a mortified flush. “Lord Ancunín…”

He lost his train of thought as he met Astarion’s glittering eyes, beneath which his mouth was still twisted into that infuriating smile.

“I love that title falling from your lips,” Astarion purred. “I can’t wait to hear it again…”

“Mister Ancunín,” Church amended, much to Astarion’s annoyance. “You were named Baldur’s Gate’s ‘Philanthropist of the Year,’” he said this skeptically, raising an eyebrow at the shrugging CEO. “What causes have you been most passionate about ever since you… inherited Zartech from—?”

“Oh please,” Astarion feigned a yawn. “Are you seriously going to be asking me these stuffy little questions? Do you think anyone reading the Waterdeep Rag is going to care?”

“The Waterdeep Times. And nonprofits care,” Church shrugged blandly. “As do stakeholders who might invest in your companies’ futures.”

“Then how about you write something wishy-washy like, ‘saving kittens’ or ‘kissing babies,’” Astarion huffed peevishly. 

Church bit back a snort at that, but unfortunately Astarion noticed and looked far too pleased with himself.

“Fine,” Church cleared his throat. “Next question, then, if these are too softball for you.”

He flipped through his notes, more to have a reason to avoid Astarion’s eyes than anything else.

“...yes?” Astarion lifted a brow.

Church glanced up at him, a pleasant but bland smile arranged upon his face. “Mardyn Labs would mark Zartech’s fourth acquisition of a company in the biotech sphere in the span of four years since you became CEO. A year ago Zartech faced pushback from the Faerûn Trade Commission, citing that the acquisition would diminish innovation in the market for arcane-genetic testing. How do you respond to critics who say that creating a monopoly of private laboratories will hinder research rather than help it?”

Astarion’s eyes glittered. 

“Well isn’t that an adorable question,” he simpered, examining his nails. “It’s all very simple, really. Each of these companies have a wealth of data from distinct reference panels of Faerûn’s populations. Zartech is pushing forward the world of gene therapy as a single, united effort rather than multiple companies jealously guarding critical tech. Bringing Silverskin under our fold provided us with their patented draconic gene sequencing technology, Orphic Industries has done considerable research on the effects of psionic magic on one’s brain chemistry over time, and the epidemiologists of Mardyn Labs are unrivaled when it comes to the Spellplague and the role it played in mutating genetic diseases over generations. 

“As you very well know, Mr. Cotter,” Astarion continued with a condescending inflection, “Zartech prides itself on discovering the secret to true immortality. Most leaders in the arcane-genetics community are compelled by this same dream. And so, it's only by investing in one collective effort that we will make the greatest strides in pharmaceutical research Faerûn has ever seen.”

Church made a show of nodding and scribbling a few shorthand notes, fighting to keep his expression neutral. Hearing the jargon and PR bullshit flowing out of Astarion’s mouth was amusing and just a little impressive for the elf — especially since he had often been the one to roll his eyes at Gale’s more pedantic ramblings. 

But as much as he’d love to poke holes in those platitudes, Church knew that if he was going to make this interview remotely interesting, he should attempt to ask what the readers would actually want to know.

“You noted how acquiring Silverskin provided you with their gene sequencing tech, but curiously that did not include many of the employees who helped develop it,” Church needled him. “The acquisition of Silverskin was followed by the layoffs of twenty percent of their workforce with minimal severance and a strict NDA as to what actually unfolded before they were let go.”

Astarion raised his brows with an amused hum. “‘No questions prepared,’ he said. And yet someone has clearly been paying attention to my activities over the past few years, hasn’t he?”

“Please answer the question,” Church deadpanned. 

“A growing company will face growing pains,” Astarion shrugged. “Restructuring is necessary in order to support this growth, and trimming the fat is part of that.”

Church scoffed incredulously, “‘Trimming the—?’”

He recalled steaming, melting skeletons. Although they had already been emaciated in undeath, grease still sizzled beneath them…

Church grimaced and glanced away, swallowing past a sudden lurch of burning guilt and nausea. 

“Feeling alright, darling?” Astarion noticed, because of course he did. 

Church knew that he likely felt more under scrutiny than the vampire did. He noticed a pale hand beginning to reach across the desk towards him, and he shook himself, straightening back up and composing his face. 

“Apologies,” he said stiffly, resisting an urge to tug upon his collar. Air. He needed air. “I… I’m…” 

Damn it. He lost his train of thought…

Astarion must be pleased to have knocked him off balance like this. But Church refused to let him get the satisfaction of seeing exactly how much. 

“Earlier you mentioned a united effort to discover the secret to ‘true immortality,’” Church continued, clearing his throat. “There are rumors that your predecessor, Cazador Szarr, discovered this secret to true immortality decades ago, even after being infected by vampirism.” 

Astarion’s mouth twitched in annoyance at the name. 

“In fact,” Church persisted, “he claimed to stakeholders that after decades of…,” he grimaced, “…clinical trials, he had developed a groundbreaking treatment to turn vampirism into this ‘true immortality.’ However, seeing as how Cazador is dead…”

“…gods rest his soul,” Astarion deadpanned insincerely. 

“It’s no secret that Cazador was hardly a paragon of society,” Church continued diplomatically. “But there has been speculation surrounding the circumstances of his death, as well as how one of his lesser-known employees ascended into the position of CEO. Especially since you, as someone infected by the vampiric virus two centuries ago, appear to no longer suffer the effects of it.”

He met Astarion’s eyes only for a moment to ask needlessly, “Did you undergo Cazador’s allegedly innovative treatment?”

Church doesn’t know why he bothered to ask, given that he was there. He already knew far more of the answer than Astarion was likely ever to give an audience of faceless readers. 

“Yes, indeed,” Astarion replied blithely. “Sorry bastard couldn’t benefit from it anymore, so he generously offered his star employee and protégé the honor of reaping the reward of their research. It was very emotional.”

“I see,” Church scoffed quietly. “So, to reiterate, four years ago you underwent a groundbreaking treatment for the vampiric virus, one developed by your predecessor, Cazador Szarr…”

“…with help,” Astarion’s eyes narrowed as he stood up slowly from his seat, walking towards the window lined with heavy curtains and a sun screen.

“Indeed. Curiously, you claimed a ‘fire’ destroyed any documentation of this treatment,” Church continued in a light voice, although his eyes were hard as they tracked the vampire's movement. “And so the arcane-scientific community is dying to know: What was this process? And…” he said bitingly. “...what was the cost?”

Astarion chuckled softly. “Well I could certainly contact my accountant to get you the numbers…”

“Do you have any regrets?” Church asked curtly — again, like it mattered.

Astarion scoffed, and with a snap of his fingers one of the sun screens retracted slowly, letting in a beam of bright midday light. He then stepped into it, eyes closed as he basked in its warmth as his silver curls shone white, dust floating in the air around him like sparks.

Church tried not to ogle too long at the ethereal sight.

“Not in the slightest,” Astarion uttered quietly, lowering the shade back down.

[unrenderedfuture]

Jelpax/Drax i(Jeldrax) s the ultimate ship besides Gothrusa.

I wrote a fast SFW fic for the three people that care lol: (warning not beta read I’m sorry, I am lazy and lonely)

Enjoy!

*********

Drax was in shock.

Complete and utter shock.

The keys in his hand were real…*right*?

“Pax…I…” Drax whispered, softly. He felt warm tears for the first time in years well up in his eyes.

“Its rent is covered for a year. I was able to get a good deal and cash a stock or three that my Housefather took out when I began schooling.” Jelpax smiled, holding his gloved hand.

The keys were to an empty old small mechanic shop that had been emptied out. The lights flickered and the paint definitely needed updated but, it was all Drax’s.

“Pax…I don’t even know how to begin to thank you.” Drax sniffled, hugging his handsome coordinator.

“Just promise me you pay the bills and taxes on time alright? If you need help just ask. You know that the High Council has people that do check in on us, okay?” Jelpax asked, glancing out the windows for witnesses before kissing the top Drax’s hat covered head.

“I am going to be a model citizen! You would think I passed Borusa’s advanced civics classes with honors! I think I can make a profit too. I can start spoiling my Jelpax, yes?” Drax smiled.

“Perhaps, but even if you don’t I think it will keep you busy and happier than you working at that awful parts store.” Jelpax explained.

Drax had worked at a local skimmer parts store for nearly 100 years after dropping out from the academy. Jelpax had concern especially when his Drax’s direct deposit would bounce or his expensive personal equipment and tools “missing”. Jelpax had reported the shop dozens of times anonymously through his own government connections, but nothing was ever truly done.

Now Drax could provide services and fill an important niche in the industry by providing regular maintenance and repairs.

The orange light from the setting suns lit the shop in a warm golden glow. Drax once more looked at the keys and smiled. He was going to make Jelpax proud.

*******

“You are letting an academy dropout run his own workshop? That you solely invested in?!” Lord Borusa asked Coordinator Jelpax sternly.

They had met to go over recent happenings in a few quadrants of space that Coordinator Jelpax managed but, like always, conversation on their own personal lives were eventually held over tea and a light snack in Lord Borusa’s office.

“Yes…I did. I know it is not logical sir but, I never felt right seeing Drax go off to work in that shop. He had two bounced paychecks last year alone!” Jelpax explained. Lord Borusa could see the carefully concealed anger brewing beneath Jelpax’s cool and collected demeanor. He, more than anyone, knew how much Drax meant to Jelpax.

“I see. Well. I suppose, as long as he inputs the data correctly, the accounting system will handle things.” Borusa muttered taking another sip of tea; he was wishing deeply that it was wine.

“More importantly, it will keep him busy and out of trouble while I am here helping you and others. My portfolio is very good, Sir. I took the economics classes seriously. He can lose quite a lot before I will shut it down. It is cheaper than funding a lawyer for a felony in street racing.” Jelpax smiled, taking another sip of his own tea.

“‘Fund the passion early so the passion does not become a liability’…that is your argument?”

“Yes, Lord Borusa.”

The Cardinal paused for a moment, reflecting on the current Timelord he shared a bed with off the record.

“Coordinator…you may just be one of the most brilliant in our chapter.” Lord Borusa remarked. Jelpax grinned.

“Thank you, Lord Borusa.”

[jayvolans]

𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝗼𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝗺 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐮

𝐗𝐈𝐕. 𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒

Y: Good morning everyone, and welcome to another segment of our Stellar Lunar analysis!

A: As I’m sure you can tell, this was not scheduled, but some of you reached out to ask for help on a latent theme analysis of chapter 7.

Y: Wow, your intros have gotten so much better! Didn’t think you had it in you~

A: …thanks. I guess.

Y: Alright, enough chit chat let’s get to it!

A: *unintelligible noise*

A: Please, please, please tell me you don’t actually believe that…

Y: And why wouldn’t I? You can’t take everything she says at face value!

A: Yes, you can. Not everything has a deeper meaning.

Y: And I would agree, but in this instance our narrator has been proved time and time again to be completely unreliable because of her mental state. The whole point of this is that we absolutely can’t trust everything she says.

A: I guess I… didn’t consider that. So with that being said, what do you think she meant by her statement?

Y: Oh my god… is the Alhaitham agreeing with me AND asking me a question, all in the same sentence?! I think I’ve seen it all!

A: Technically it was two sentences.

Y: Ugh, way to ruin the moment.

A: But you-

Y: One of these days we’re going to have to agree on something!

A: As soon as you start making sensible points we will.

Y: What makes you right? Our classmates love my point of view!

A: …

Y: Whatever.

A: Anyways, hopefully I’ll rub off on you so you can look at this logically.

Y: None of this book is logical though! That’s like- the entire point! And the seventh chapter is the most convoluted and non-straightforward part!

A: You’ve… read the whole book?

Y: You haven’t?

A: Of course I have.

Y: We’ll talk about the ending later.

A: Agreed.

A: I think I might strangle you.

Y: Cut.

A: What?

Y: Cut the cameras. Deadass.

A: Can’t win the debate so now you have to fight me?

Y: For your information, I’d win both, no questions asked!

A: Oh yeah?

And the next thing you know, Alhaitham is towering over you, haughty eyes looking down on you. Only slightly daunted, you stood up to meet his glare.

It was quiet in the room, the only sound being his quiet breathing and the ticking clock. “This isn’t a fight you can win,” Alhaitham grinned, but it was less mocking than you expected.

In fact, his narrowed eyes danced with mirth, taking you by surprise. “Oh please, I could take a nerd like you down any day,” you huffed, hands on your hips. Alhaitham snorted out a laugh as he stepped closer, and now you were chest to chest. “I’d like to see you try.”

Your frown deepened at his taunt. “You’re insufferable sometimes, Alhaitham,” you bit out. There had been an odd tension that had been present the whole recording, and now it was reaching its peak.

Chest to chest, nose to nose, he was insufferable to you, but you couldn’t get enough of your back and forth with him, couldn’t get enough of him. And maybe it was just the lingering heightened emotions from your near arguments, but you couldn’t help but want to be closer still.

It might’ve been wishful thinking, but from the way he was staring, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way. “God, you talk too much,” He hissed.

But before you could make a retort, his lips were pressed feverishly to yours. Your noise of surprise was muffled by his lips as he pressed your body closer to his.

It felt as though a haze was clouding your mind and stealing your judgment, but you couldn’t stop your arms from curling themselves around his neck.

He was intoxicating, and you were falling deep. The way his lips moved against yours was a mix of precision and passion that pulled you further into him.

His hand carefully cradled your jaw, allowing him to deepen the kiss more than you thought possible. You needed to breathe, and thought he would too, but Alhaitham seemed wholly content to only breathe you in, showing no signs of stopping.

You had to force yourself to pull away, but you couldn’t find yourself regretting it when you saw his expression. Eyes half lidded, lips swollen, and cheeks dusted pink… it was not something you could’ve ever imagined seeing on Alhaitham’s face, but the last thing you were doing was complaining.

“What was that?” You mumbled, unable to escape his gaze. And just like that, his infuriating smirk was back in full force. “I told you; you talk too much.”

You groaned, flicking his forehead. “Shut up. Anyways, we definitely have to cut that part out,” You sighed, but you weren’t at all displeased, and it was obvious that Alhaitham knew it too.

“Why? I think it adds to the argument,” He shrugged.

A: With all of that being said, I hope this was as productive for all of you as it was for me.

Y: Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?

A: I think you know, yn.

Y: I-?!

A: Anyways, if you have anymore questions reach out to either Professor Lisa or us. Anything to add, yn?

Y: H-huh?

A: Tch. You were complaining about my intros when it’s really your outros that are the problem…

Y: Hey-!

A: Goodbye and thanks for watching.

Y: Alha-!

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