#they deserve 2 be cosy i think.

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just friends | lando norris

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📍 sass cafe, monaco

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y/nstagram dj lando came out of retirement for the night🤠

landonorris 😎 only for you xx ↳ y/nstagram i'm honoured mr norris 🫡 ↳ fan i love my besties who don't know they're my besties

bffstagram bro my tummy hurts ↳ y/nstagram i'm coming round with coffee and croissants you big baby ↳ bffstagram i love my gf ♥️ y/nstagram

fan i wanna party with y/nlando so BAD dude ↳ y/nstagram if you ever find yourself in monaco hmu xx

user ew flipping off the camera so ladylike ↳ y/nstagram idk your mum quite likes my fingers 🫶 ↳ fan ☠️☠️☠️ i love her

fan bffstagram is so hot, i need her ↳ bffstagram thank u babycakes 💗

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y/nstagram rainy days in monaco 🌧️

lilymhe i deserve financial compensation for the emotional turmoil tfios sent me through ↳ y/nstagram don't,,, sat and sobbed my eyes out at the last 100 pages

fan how to lose a guy in 10 days... tfios... who hurt you y/n? ↳ y/nstagram hahahah nothing like that! i promise i'm all good!

bffstagram i still have a headache from crying at that book, next time i choose what we're reading for book club ↳ y/nstagram BORINGGGGG who doesn't love doomed romance? ↳ fan you guys have a book club? thats so cute 😭 ↳ y/nstagram yep! it's me, bff, kika, lily and flavy!! ↳ alexandrasaintmleux and no one thought to invite me?? ↳ y/nstagram come join us babe!! ❤️

landonorris wow, didn't take you for a sappy romance reader ↳ y/nstagram there's a lot you don't know about me comment deleted ↳ y/nstagram tfios can make even the iciest bitch cry (it's me, i'm the icy bitch)

landonorris also answer ur damn texts ↳ y/nstagram sorry idk how to read suddenly ↳ fan The Lando Norris gets aired, there's hope for the rest of the bitchless community ↳ landonorris dude...

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f1gossip Eagle eyed Sass Cafe goers managed to capture Lando Norris getting cosy with an unknown blonde girl. Rumoured girlfriend Y/N L/N was nowhere to be seen. Trouble in paradise for the young duo?

fan delete this rn y'all are fucking up my y/nlando chances

fan rumoured girlfriend?? i thought they were just friends ↳ fan that's what they both say, but they're always very close whenever they've been seen out together ↳ fan i'm pretty sure there was like a super grainy photo of them kissing but you can't really tell if it's either of them ↳ fan hey how about we don't speculate on people's love lives???

fan y/n has been absent from social media for like a month too ... its so over for us y/nlando'ers

fan her instagram is girlstagram! from what i could see before she went private, she posted a selfie of her and lando and they looked very close ↳ fan damn the fbi needs to hire you or smth

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y/nstagram thuggin it out (i've listened to your best american girl 34 times today i think bffstagram is about to smother me with a pillow)

fan um who hurt my bestie ???

fan whoever hurt y/n must die at the hand of my sword

fan lando norris i am in your walls FIX THIS

bffstagram i would never smother you xx also come out of ur room it is boring as FUCK out here ↳ y/nstagram damn cant a girl go through it in peace? ↳ bffstagram absolutely not, i have wine and nibbles get out here NEOOWWW or i'm breaking into ur room ↳ y/nstagram the door is open babygirl

fan ik this is a parasocial friendship but are you ok y/n? ☹️ we love you ↳ y/nstagram oh sweetie ❤️ i'll be fine, sometimes you just gotta be a lil sad y'know? thank you for asking, ily ❤️ ↳ fan ily, take care of yourself 🥺 ♥️ y/nstagram

estebanocon chérie, i don't know what's wrong but i hope you're ok! lets grab coffee soon, flavy misses you! ��️ ↳ y/nstagram thank u este 🫶���� text me when you're free! tell flavy i love her 💗 ↳ flavy.barla i love you too 💕 ♥️ y/nstagram

fan no lando like, i have one (1) fear ↳ fan do not even speak that into the universe

fan after f1gossips post, i have my speculations ↳ fan dude, if he fumbled y/n he really will be lando nowins

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y/npriv absolutely not thuggin it out lads

flavy.barla chouchou (sweetheart) 💔 that's it, me and este are taking you out for lunch tomorrow ↳ y/nstagram nooo don't let me ruin your date time!! ↳ flavy.barla nope it's already done! este's booked that little restaurant you like on pl. du casino ↳ y/nstagram le salon rose?? oh i could do a little weep, i love you guys 😭 ↳ flavy.barla we love you so so much y/n 💕

lilymhe i will hit him with my golf clubs ↳ y/nstagram i haven't even mentioned anyone? ↳ lilymhe we all know their name rhymes with bando borris ↳ y/nstagram wdym we all know? who else knows? ↳ flavy.barla ... me ↳ alexandrasaintmleux ^ ↳ francisca.c.gomes ^ ↳ lilynzeimer ^ ↳ heidiberger_ ^ ↳ carmenmmundt ^ ↳ kellypiquet ^ ↳ iamrebeccad ^ ↳ y/nstagram ok ok i get it damn

kellypiquet want me to ask max to rear end him with his race car? ↳ y/nstagram as if max would ever be behind lando ↳ kellypiquet 😳😳😳 ↳ y/nstagram i may l*ve him but i am also a realist ↳ y/nstagram ok no i do feel bad

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flavy.barla mon ange (my angel), you know you're the only one for me 💕 ↳ y/nstagram tell that to your giant of a boyfriend :(

estebanocon i'm not a giant 😠 ↳ y/nstagram stop reading flavy's messages weirdo ↳ y/nstagram but on a real note, thank you for dinner, i really needed it ↳ estebanocon of course, i'm not sure what lando's done but we hate seeing you so sad ↳ y/nstagram who said it had anything to do with lando? ↳ estebanocon whenever me and flavy have an argument she pulls out the mitski lyrics, i know the signs ↳ y/nstagram that's different, you and flavy are dating ↳ estebanocon and you and lando aren't???? ↳ y/nstagram what? no? we're just friends ↳ estebanocon oh mon amie naïve (my naive friend) friends don't look at each other the way the two of you do

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levi's jeans | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x fem quadrant!reader SUMMARY: y/n loves levi's jeans—it's all she wears, ever. so when lando has to draw her in a quadrant video, that's what he draws: levi's jeans. a bad attempt at flirting? maybe, but it gets the ball rolling. A/N: been listening to 'levii's jeans' 24/7 since the album dropped omg

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yourusername happy now??? i don't only wear levi's jeans see😌

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username the lando tag??? lmao his drawing is still on her mind💀

username no but the way I didn't even question it when he drew jeans for y/n lool username @/levis I found yall's next collab partner

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yourusername u drew the jeans🙄 username ...how about u guys kiss and makeup hmm?😏

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f1gossipofficial After two months of being spotted together numerous times in London and Monaco, and stirring up dating rumours, Lando Norris and fellow Quadrant member Y/N L/N were recently seen off the coast of Spain, soaking up the sun and looking pretty cosy.

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username can yall not read the room? look at the pics and ask yourself if that's how friend act pls username they've been friends for ages before that, it makes sense not to rush into anything tbh

username OMG Y/N'S NOT WEARING JEANS🤩

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yourusername so happy to announce my levi's x y/n collab that's coming out next week friday!!😭 as everyone probably knows (and is sick of lol) i love me some levi's, so this collection has been soo much fun to work on and i'm very excited for you guys to see it!!🤍❤️💙

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yourusername ily🥹❤️

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landonorris Never getting sick of your levi's jeans obsession🤣 So proud of you baby ❤️👖

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Hi!! Could you possibly write head cannons for Jinx x Fem!reader whose house is very cozy and very Maximalist? Like if you enter her house you're not leaving, either because you've managed to fall asleep or you're memorized by all the lights and decorations. This is silly but after Act 2 it's deserved I think.

Jinx with a fem! S/O thats has a very cozy and very maximalist house

note -> JINX MY LOVE AHHHHH, planning on writing a Jinx X fem! reader one-shot that would be dropping on saturday (aka on the release of act 3)

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, silly, she loves your house.

The first time Jinx steps into your home, she’s absolutely stunned. It’s like stepping into another world—warm, inviting, and so full of life that it’s the exact opposite of what she’s used to.

Jinx absolutely loves your house, she loves how cozy and colorful is, its much more comfortable than her lair, she might even take some inspiration from you.

The lights are her favorite part, whether they’re fairy lights strung up everywhere or stained-glass lamps casting warm, colorful glows, Jinx is mesmerized.

She’ll spend a good ten minutes just lying on the floor staring up at the ceiling, giggling.

Jinx’s usual chaotic and messy energy is oddly calmed by your space, she doesn't know why but it just makes her feel so calm and at peace.

There’s something about the way it feels like a hug in house form that makes her slow down and just exist for a while.

Jinx is practically living with you at this point, spending most of her time in your home and coming back every single night.

You don’t mind it of course since you get to spend more time with your wonderful girlfriend, even giving her a spare key to your home so she can come in when you aren't there.

Since she started practically living with you Jinx would add her own touch to your home, there would be some doodles on the walls and lamps, but nothing that would ruin the cosy feeling.

Jinx thrives in your maximalist, cozy space, finding it to be the perfect antidote to her chaos and her hallucinations. Your home becomes the one place where she can truly let her guard down and just be.

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Let me Wrap my Teeth Around the World

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary: Saturday finally rolls around and Spencer takes you out to dinner. When he drops your off at your apartment, you ask him to stay

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Fluff, spencer being love drunk and adorable af, protected piv (18+)

A/N: PART 3!!! This is the last part for this mini series. Fair warning, this has not been proofread so I’ll probably come back to correct some things. Hope you guys like it!

Part 2

After four whole days, Saturday finally rolls around, and to say Spencer is nervous would be an understatement. He spent approximately sixty-seven hours, forty-two minutes, and twenty seconds attempting to come up with somewhere to take you, and he thinks he finally has a rather sound proof plan.

As he stands outside of your apartment, he goes over his plan once more in his head just as you open the door.

“Spence! Hey!” You greet him with a contagious smile before taking his hand to lead him inside. You look him up and down once before grinning puckishly at him, “Someone looks handsome.”

His face flushes red as he stutters out, “Th-Thanks.”

“I just have to grab my purse.” You smile kindly before skipping off towards your bedroom.

“Okay.” He nods, taking a moment to admire your decor. The first thing he notices is the scent of pumpkin spice hanging in the air, presumably from the recently extinguished candle sitting on your coffee table. The space is cluttered in a cosy, lived-in sort of way, with a fair amount of pillows settled on the couch and at least three different throw blankets stacked hanging over the back of an armchair. It’s very you, he thinks.

“Sorry for taking so long. Took me a second to find it.” You titter, and it’s now that he notices your outfit. You’re wearing a little black dress – something between formal and casual – that hugs your waist before tapering out at your hips to flow and fall to mid thigh. The sleeves are long and flowy, and the neckline shows off a fair bit of your chest — a detail he lingers on a little too long before hastily forcing his attention elsewhere.

When you look down at the ground and start fidgeting, he realises he hasn’t said anything, “You– you look gorgeous.” 

“Thank you.” You smile shyly before taking his hand and tugging him out the door, “Now, c’mon! I want to know what you’ve got planned for us this evening.”

He follows you into the elevator down to the underground before taking the lead, opening the passenger side door to his car for you before climbing in on the other side.

“So,” You start as he shifts the car into gear and pulls out of his parking spot, “Where are we headed?”

“I thought we could go to that Italian place you liked the last time we went out with the team?” He suggests as he pulls out onto the street. 

“Sounds good to me.” You reply, pulling at your dress as it rides up a little too high for your liking.

Spencer certainly isn’t complaining though. He’s got a great view of your thighs from here. When he dares to take his eyes off the road to glance at you out of the corner of his eye, of course.

The drive to the restaurant isn’t a long one and there’s an easy flow of idle chatter as he finds a parking spot before leading you inside.

The place is on the smaller side, a family owned business that’s been there since before either of you were born. The owner recognizes the two of you and smiles kindly as she shows you to a table.

As you skim the menu, you’re rambling about a TV show you’re currently obsessing over but, as hard as he tries, only half of him is listening. The other half is fantasising about ripping that dress off your body and ravishing you the way you deserve. 

He shakes his head. Jesus, where’d that come from? He’s got to get a hold of himself.

“I don’t know if you’d really be interested in it, but maybe—,” You stop talking and when he realises he’s been staring at your chest, he knows he’s been caught. He goes bright red when you smirk, “See something you like, pretty boy?”

Fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him. He swallows hard and smiles nervously, “Yeah, I do.”

Your gaze slides down his neck and seems to land on the sliver of his collar bone that’s visible beneath the sweater vest he’s wearing, and you look like you’re just about ready to pounce on him. Under the table, you use your foot to nudge at his ankle before reaching for his hand and raising it to kiss his knuckles, maintaining eye contact as you do. For such a sweet gesture, it feels intimate with the way you’re gazing at him through your lashes, your lips warm against his skin in a way that makes him shift a little in his seat. When you pull away, you don’t let go of his hand, instead letting them settle between you as you scrunch your nose playfully and stage whisper, “Me too.”

He fucking giggles.

It’s that flustered, I-cannot-believe-this-person-thinks-I’m-attractive kind of giggle. When someone’s just hit on you and you just can’t help but laugh a little to calm your racing heart.

You grin at the sound and he clears his throat, cheeks a bright crimson, “Th–Thanks y– Thank you.”

He sighs with a simper, a little more than embarrassed as he hides his face in his free hand. You laugh and gently take his wrist to pull his hand away. When he dares to look back up at you, your eyes are filled with such fondness that it makes him want to scream.

“Don’t hide from me.” You coo, brushing your thumb over his wrist, “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He doesn’t know what to say, so he thanks you again.

“‘Course.” You smile just as the waiter returns with your drinks.

You both order and chat while you wait. He starts rambling on about a classic film he went to see once, one that was in russian and was nearly four hours long. He gets halfway through explaining the plot when he realises this is usually where someone else would cut him off, so instead, he does it himself. You notice the abrupt silence and swallow a bite of your food before cocking your head to the side, “Why’d you stop?”

“Oh, well,” No one’s ever asked him that before. They normally ask him to stop. Not why he stopped, “I didn’t want to bore you.”

“You weren’t. I enjoy listening to you.” You say casually, waiting for him to continue.

It takes him a moment to register that you’re being genuine, but once he does, he beams as he continues his explanation. You listen with rapt attention. You even ask him questions! He finds himself smiling so much his cheeks start to hurt.

When he’s finished, he asks you about the show you’d been talking about earlier and you grin, speaking excitedly and animatedly about the plot and characters. You’re careful not to spoil anything, just in case he decides to watch it — which he decided he would the moment he saw how you lit up when he mentioned it.

By the time the two of you are finished with dinner, the sun has set and the time is nearing seven thirty. Nearly an hour and a half has passed and he hadn’t even noticed. He’s quick to offer to pay the bill when it comes, which starts a very small back and forth between the two of you when you also insist on paying. Eventually, you compromise and decide to split it.

He opens the door for you before walking out behind you. The air has chilled, and when a breeze blows by, you shiver. 

He quickly shrugs off his coat and holds it out to you, “Here.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” He shakes his head and smiles kindly at you.

“I want to.”

You smile back and utter a soft, “Thank you.

He holds it open and lets you slip your arms into it, watching the way you wrap it securely around yourself and practically burrow into it fondly. Before you start walking, he offers his arm to you, “Shall we?”

Giggling, you slip your arm through his, “We shall.”

You squeeze at his bicep affectionately as you walk and he places his free hand on the back of yours. 

When you get to his car, he opens the door for you again before climbing in himself. On the drive to your apartment, he can’t help but glance at you out of the corner of his eye again. 

“Just can’t stop staring, huh?” You smirk and he immediately brings his eyes back to the road.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He smiles and you laugh.

“Uh-huh. Sure you don’t.” Carefully, you take one of his hands off the wheel and hold it in your lap, playing with his fingers. He knows the distraction is dangerous, but he really doesn’t care at this point. You’ve got his hand in your lap, so close to your thighs that he can feel the heat radiating off of your skin, “I like when you stare, you know.” “Yeah?” Is all he can manage in response as you spread his fingers and place his open palm over your inner thigh.

“Yeah.” You whisper, and when he glances at you again, you’ve got a hunger in your eyes that makes him let out a shaky breath. He takes a chance, sliding his hand up the bottom of your dress to squeeze at the soft flesh that resides further up your thigh. You sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest as you idly drag your fingertips up and down the length of his forearm. He thinks he might pass out.

As he reaches your apartment building, he squeezes you before placing his hand back on the wheel to turn into the underground. He finds your visitor spot and parks the car, getting out to open the door for you. When you get to the elevator and finally reach the door to your apartment, you turn and tentatively take his hand.

“Would you, um,” You glance down at your shoes shyly, “Would you like to,” His heart races when you look up at him through your lashes, “come inside?”

His breath stutters in his chest and it takes him a moment to come back down to earth. Unfortunately, you take this as a rejection, pulling your hand away and smiling at him apologetically, “Sorry, you don’t have to, obviously. I just thought…Well, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I’ll–.”

He doesn’t let you go any further, stepping into your space and pressing his lips to yours. He’s not about to let another misunderstanding pull you away from him. When he pulls back, he cups your cheek and strokes a line with his thumb from the corner of your eye, to your temple, and back, “I’d love to.”

You smile, quickly opening the door to your apartment and pulling him through. Shrugging off his jacket, you hang it up on your coat rack as he slips off his shoes. You struggle to get your heels off, so he kneels to undo to clasp and slip them off for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You hum as he stands back up after placing your shoes under your coats, threading your fingers in the hairs closest to his ears. His hands gravitate to your waist as you press yourself against him, leaning up to peck his lips, his jaw, before opening your mouth to roll your tongue against the sensitive skin of his pulse point, drawing a deep, shuddering sigh from his lungs. Your teeth scrape against his jaw and he can hear your breath fanning hot against his neck. He swears under his breath and you chuckle, pulling away only to take his wrists and guide him down the hall towards your bedroom.

Before you have a chance to sit, he hooks his arm around you and pulls you back to him. He captures your lips again and slides his hand up your thighs and your dress to grasp at your waist, relishing in the way your skin feels under his hands. He only breaks the kiss to ask, “Can I take this off?”

“You can take off as much as you want, handsome.” You pant and he grins, slipping your dress off before taking a moment to unabashedly ogle you.

“You are…” There are so many things he could say. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Ethereal. None of them would do you justice, “Wow.”

You giggle, and he finds himself mesmerised by the way your shoulders shake and your stomach contracts with the motion, “I’ve never known you as a man of few words, Doctor Reid.”

“I guess you just have that effect on me.” He smiles as you move to fiddle with his belt, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and letting him lean on you a little as he steps out of them. You make quick work of his sweater vest and button down after that, leaving him standing there in his boxers, nearly bare to you. He gets a little anxious when you don’t say anything at first, but when he takes the time to actually look at the way you’re staring at him, he realises you’re just as in awe of him as he is of you.

Taking you in his arms again, he walks you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed, letting you shimmy up the mattress until your head rests comfortably on your pillows. You open your arms to him, parting your thighs to let him slot himself snuggly in between. Gripping your hips, he spreads his knees and — with a strength that surprises both of you — tugs you towards him so that your heat is flush with his bulge. You gasp at the sudden manhandling, but don’t seem upset. In fact, if he had to describe it, you look like you want to eat him.

He bends at the waist, sliding his hands down the backs of your thighs and holding them against his sides as he leans down to kiss you again. One hand finds his back while the other finds his hair, tugging and earning a groan in response. He’d be content to sit there and kiss you for hours, but as you grind against him, sighing into his mouth, it’s clear you’re eager to have more of him.

Letting go of your thighs, he carefully wedges his fingers between you and the mattress to guide your back into a high enough arch that he can unclasp your bra. It takes him a couple tries, throughout which you kiss at his jaw in a lovely — but also rather unhelpful — way, but he gets it and slips it off, tossing it off to some unknown corner of the room. His hands stay safely on your sides for a moment as he glances up at you, waiting until you nod before he palms at your breast, leaning down to suck a few hickeys into the skin of your neck as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. You half sigh, half moan next to his ear and he rolls his hips into yours involuntarily, making you wrap your legs around his lower back to keep him where he is.

“‘M not goin’ anywhere, lovely.” He mumbles against your skin, rolling his hips again as you grind down to meet him.

He shifts his attention lower for a moment, marking up your chest a little before pulling away, sitting back on his heels to admire his work. Dragging his fingertips over the freshly made hickeys and down the valley of your breasts, he can feel your heart beating hard and fast against your ribs. A little lower and he splays his palm over the soft flesh of your stomach. He can feel your heart there, too. He lowers his head to mouth at your sternum, and the vibrations reverberate against his lips and tongue in a steady lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. 

He kisses and sucks a trail down your stomach, stopping a moment to nip at the swell of your abdomen before kissing at your skin apologetically when you gasp and tug on his hair. Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slips them off before biting at the meat of your inner thighs, soothing the area with his tongue before repeating the process a little further up.

“Spence,” You pant, and he hums, looking up at you from his place between your thighs, “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks cheekily, chuckling when you huff at him in frustration.

“Touch me.” You sigh, and he feels a little lightheaded, “Please.”

He dips his tongue into the well of slick at your entrance before dragging his tongue up to swirl around your clit. You choke on his name, arching your back and tugging on his hair. He lays there, eating at you like a man starved, sucking and rolling his tongue against you in a way that has you bucking your hips so much that he has to hook an arm around your thighs to hold them down. Slowly, he slips two fingers into you, earning a hissed, “Fuck” that has him rutting into the mattress. He curls his fingers and you use his hair as leverage to pull him closer.

His name sounds like music on your lips, lyrics strung together by breathy swears and blending into a chorus of moans. He finds when he flicks his tongue and curls his fingers a certain way, he can get you to whine all breathy and high pitched. He finds your body is his instrument. Your voice, his muse. 

He feels you clench around his fingers, thighs trembling and breath speeding up as you get closer, and closer, before tipping over the edge with a loud, “Oh, shit!”

He lets go of your hips and slows his pace a little to let you use him to ride out your high, only stopping when you go lax beneath him and tug him away by his hair. He takes a moment to wipe his lips with the back of his hand before you pull him up your body to kiss him slow and sweet. Your hand travels to fiddle with the hem of his boxers, and he takes your wrist, looking at you rather seriously.

“Are you sure?” He asks, searching your eyes for any sort of hesitation and finding none.

You nod and peck his lips once before locking eyes with him, “Positive.”

“Okay.” He kisses you once more before sliding his boxers down his legs. As he gets them off his ankles and makes it back onto his knees, you lean over to your side table and quickly pull out a condom, opening it and passing it to him. He’s quick to roll it on before diving back into you, guiding you to lay back against your pillows. He kisses you once, twice, before dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he aligns himself with you. He pushes in slowly, bracing himself on his elbow and he lets out a wrecked moan next to your ear. When he bottoms out, he gives you a moment to adjust, waiting until you’re ready.

You roll your hips with a whiny little, “Spence.” and he sees stars. He goes slow, tries to be gentle, grinding his hips into yours and splitting you open slowly. His head is filled with the scent of you, the sound of you, the feel of you. When he said he wanted to drown in you, he meant it. He isn’t a religious man by any means, but if it meant worshipping at your feet and allowing him the privilege of being yours, he’d abandon his principles and repent in an instant.

“Harder.” You beg, and he bends to your will, setting a near back breaking pace. 

He keeps the grinding motion, but the force at which his hips hit yours have you digging your nails into his back and throwing your head back. His mouth finds the side of your larynx, tongue laving over the area before he latches his lips to your skin and sucks another bruise into it.

The room is filled with your sinful noises, moans and the sound of skin on skin as his hips snap against yours so hard that he worries for a moment that you might bruise. 

That thought is gone as quick as it comes when you moan out, “Fuck, just like that.”

That familiar coil winds up in his abdomen and warmth spreads from his thighs to his toes. You flutter around him, and he knows that you’re getting close too. His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles over the little bundle of nerves until your legs tremble and his name falls from your lips like a prayer, cunt spasming around him until he’s reaching his high too. He whimpers as he spills into the condom, body going rigid before he lets his upper body rest fully on you.

There’s a moment where he just sits there, sweaty torso flush with yours as he presses his ear against your chest to listen to your heart slow. You run your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp as you let him place a few sweet kisses to the curve of your breast.

“You wanna stay the night?” You ask softly and he nods. 

He sits up to pull the condom off, tying it up and tossing it into the bin beside your bed before noticing the blissed out haze you’re in, “You want to have a shower?” 

“Mm-mm.” You hum, holding your arms out to him.

“Okay.” He whispers as he flops onto the mattress beside you, pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline. You sigh, nuzzling your nose against the divot where his collar bones meet. It isn’t long before your breaths even out and he isn’t far behind, the sound of your breathing coaxing him into a haze. The last thing he thinks about before he falls asleep is where he’s taking you on your next few dates.

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paper rings

a joseph quinn social media au

pairings: joseph quinn x keery!reader

warnings: pronouns for reader vary between she & they, I've tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible even tho I do use female faceclaims

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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madelyncline photo creds for the 1st pic to @/rachelzegler who helped set up the best birthday surprise

> madelyncline and of course photo creds to @/rudeth for the 3rd photo of me and my bestie goofing around on set

yninstagram aww, thank you maddie 🫶🏻❤️. love you and can't wait for more onset chaos soon!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

yninstagram and thank you to rach for somehow keeping this whole thing a secret 🫶🏻❤️

> rachelzegler happy birthday babes. love you big time 😘🫶🏻

maya_hawke happy day of birth to the best on screen girlfriend ❤️❤️

> yninstagram love you maya!! 🫶🏻❤️

joekeery you're old now, happy birthday y/n

> yninstagram shut up. 26 isn't old 😤

josephquinn happy birthday y/n xx

> yninstagram thanks joe. come to LA soon so we can hang before I leave for Charleston!!! xx

hichasestokes happy birthday 🌼

> yninstagram 🫶🏻

gatenm123 happy birthday y/n. thanks for being the best on screen sister ❤️

> yninstagram aww, love you gaten. miss you already 🫶🏻❤️

florencepugh happy birthday babes!! have the best day, you deserve it!! 💕💕

> yninstagram love you flo!! 💕💕

zendaya happy birthday y/n, miss you!! x

> yninstagram thanks hun. miss you too!! xx

user omg happy birthday y/n!!!

user their friendship >>>>>>>> everything else

user does this mean we're getting OBX3 soon??!!!

> yninstagram soon!! I promise as soon as we get a date, you fans will be the first to know!!

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y/nupdates | Y/N spotted getting all cosy with her stranger things costar, Joseph Quinn, in LA this week

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user omg are they together??

user they're so cute together oh my gosh!!!

user omg new ship???

> user2 yes!!!! what would their ship name be tho??

user I wonder if they're dating

> user2 I wouldn't be surprised if they were tbh

> user3 thought y/n was dating Rudy Pankow, her OBX costar, no?

> user that was just a rumour I think. neither of them confirmed anything

user have you seen the way he looks at them?? someone get me a man who looks at me like joe looks at y/n 🥺🥺🥺

user they'd make such a cute couple if they're not already dating

> user2 so true!!!

user omg I hope its true that they're dating. but even if they're not and they're just friends, that's cool too. they should be allowed to be happy regardless

> user2 THIS ^^^^

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user OMG YES!!! CANT WAIT FOR THIS SEASON!!

user I've been waiting for this one!!!

millybobbybrown girl, isn't this like your 5th project in a row or something? pls take a break

> yninstagram my 3rd. but yeah, I hear you. I'm taking a long ass holiday after we wrap this season

> millybobbybrown I bet you're exhausted

> nattyiceofficial y/n, hun, please make sure you're resting xx

> yninstagram love you guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻

obx P4L!!!

> yninstagram P4L bby!!!

josephquinn good luck with your next project, you busy bee 🐝 xx

> yninstagram haha thanks joe xx

rachelzegler I love seeing you win at life but pls come back to LA, Lenny misses you 🥺🫶🏻

> yninstagram I miss you too!! come to Charleston!!! 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

> rachelzegler getting on a plane rn

> yninstagram bitch, you better be 🫶🏻

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been a few weeks since I posted part one of this little series, apologies for that. hope you enjoyed reading this chapter 🩷

[razsberrie]

leave the door open ~ cbg

gyu x fem!reader, college au kinda

your new boyfriend’s friends refuse to believe he can take charge in the bedroom, and his competitive streak insists he proves them wrong

rating: nsfw (mdni)

wc: 2k

warnings: mentions of drinking, college guys being dudes, dom!gyu, exhibitionism, spit, choking, a sprinkle of praise kink, and a sprinkle of degradation, pet names (princess, baby), gyu just kinda be running his mouth tbh, dry humping, vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, manhandling, gyu is very grabby (look i like his hands), dumbification, messy sex, creampie (i think thats it???)

this is my first fic on here and my first time writing something that wasn’t an academic essay in many years so, I hope you enjoy!!

dedicated to my lovely bestiewife @matchaxmatcha who

1. let me spam her with my Gyu hand brain rot which inspired this fic and bounced ideas back and forth, she basically deserves co-writing credits

2. encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone and write this in the first place

tyyyyy what would I do without u

“So THATS how Soobin ended up with a cosplay kink?!” Yeonjun cackled, leaning back in his chair nearly spilling his drink while Soobin hung his head on the table, embarrassed. 

“I can never show my face at the anime clubs events ever again” He whined, shaking his head as the table erupted in laughter. You chuckle and take another sip of your drink before leaning further into your boyfriend Beomgyu’s arm, which he was resting on the back of your chair. You had met Beomgyu in one of your shared classes at the start of the semester and quickly hit it off, his sweet demeanor and playful nature easily winning you over as you begin dating not long after. Following the end of everyone’s exams, he and his friends had planned a chill night of drinking in Beomgyu and Soobin’s apartment to celebrate before heading home for the holidays. 

So here you are now, cosied up next to your sweet boyfriend, who gently noses into your hair, placing a tender kiss on your head, as his friends get progressively drunker and rowdier. You’re not sure at what point the conversation drifted towards their sexual escapades, but at this point, you figure it’s more of a competition to see who can embarrass each other more.

“They’re not usually this gross I promise” Beomgyu chuckles into your ear as Taehyun and Yeonjun start to bicker over who is more dominant out of the two of them. You make the mistake of giggling loudly at their antics, attracting the attention of the table. “Well, we know whose the dominant one in that relationship anyways” Kai giggles, sending a lob sided wink towards you as the rest of the table hum in agreement. Beomgyu’s eyebrow raises as he looks back towards his friends, his relaxed demeanor suddenly tightening up. “Uh yeah, me” he deadpans, dropping his arm from around your shoulder into your lap and squeezing your thigh under the table. There’s a beat of silence, before the table erupts in laughter. 

“Yeah sorry, love you man but no way” Yeonjun wheezes as he tried to catch his breath. “Like, she calls you her little Beomie and is always babying you, there’s no chance, good joke though.” “It’s not a joke” Beomgyu stiffens, his grasp on your thigh getting tighter. As their jeering continues you catch sight of his ears turning red. “Awww is my little Beomie embarrassed” you coo, reaching up to pinch his cheek before he suddenly catches your hand with his free one. Abruptly he stands, the screech of his chair shocking the table into silence. You can feel his gaze burning as he looks down at you. You turn to look up at him, his dark eyes glaring behind his long hair that falls over his face. It’s a look you know well, and between his heated gaze and the way this position makes him seem so much bigger and broader than usual, you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. 

His eyes leave yours and take in his friends at the table, ensuring all eyes are on you before cockily spouting “Watch this.” and turning back to you.

He doesn’t give you the opportunity to be embarrassed. A veiny hand comes up to grab your chin, lithe fingers squeezing your cheeks together and its like everyone else in the room has disappeared. His thumb roams over the seam of your lips as he utters a quiet but husky “open” and you follow his instructions without thinking, your tongue lolling out gently. He’s pleased with that, you can tell by the smirk that graces his lips, before he brings his face closer and lets a ball of saliva fall into your mouth, sliding his hand around your throat to feel you swallow it. The air is thick in the room and your heart is beating out of your chest as he slowly leans down, breath fanning against your ear as he growls “Bedroom… now.” storming out of the room, his grip on your wrist dragging you along.

Neither of you take note of the four redfaced and gobsmacked boys you left in your wake. 

His dark gaze falls on you as pulls you into his room, crowding up to you until you feel the edge of his bed hit the back of your knees and inadvertently sit down. “You’re fucking unbelievably princess yknow that? Think it's funny trying to embarass me?” He says while looming over you, sliding his big hand around your throat and up towards your jaw, jerking your face to look up at him.

“They were just joking around Beomie” you whine, feeling a shiver run down your back from the way he’s looking at you, his jaw clenching at the nickname. “I wasn’t laughing princess” He says, squeezing your cheeks between his fingers and thumb forcing your mouth open. “Cmon baby, tongue out” he drawls before sliding his index and middle finger between over the muscle, coating them in your saliva. He suppresses a groan as you obediently close your lips around them and suck on them lazily. “Looks like we’re just gonna have to put on a show hmm? Gonna make you scream for me so they know exactly who’s in charge.”

With that he pulls you in for a messy wet kiss, channelling all his frustration into it. Without breaking it he pulls you up, lifting you until your wrap your legs around him instinctively, and maneuvers you both until you're on the bed in his lap. His grip on your thighs is bruising, sliding his hands under your skirt over your ass cheeks and toying with the hem of your panties. He lips move down to your neck, sucking harshly against your skin, before swinging his hand down against your ass cheek startling a loud moan from you

“Thats it baby, don’t be shy let em hear how good your little Beomie makes you feel hmm?” He chuckles against your throat rubbing his hands over the skin soothingly. The sensations have you wriggling in his lap, grinding against his jean covered length thats stiff beneath you. “Someone’s getting impatient” he chuckles again before nipping on your collar bone, the hand on your ass teasingly dipping between your cheeks to feel the wetness dripping between your legs. The feeling of you soaking wet has his head rolling back against the wall, biting his lip as he watches your squirm in his lap

“Fuck baby look at you, my little whore all worked up for me and i’ve barely touched you” he punctuates the end of his sentence by bucking his hips up into you, smirking as you yelp in response. He pulls you into another harsh kiss, using his hands on his hips to grind you onto him.  His teasing touch has you panting and whining, growing more and more desperate. “Think you could cum just from this princess, just from grinding your little wet cunt on my jeans huh?” He mumbles against your lips. And when you nod rapidly in response he pulls back, crossing his arm in front of him watching you whine at the loss of his touch. “Well it's not like you need me to help right? Maybe I should just leave you all alone to get yourself off.” Beomgyu’s voice is laced with condescension, and you can’t help but whimper at his words, pawing at his shoulders as you attempt to pull him into a kiss. “Ah ah ah, cmon slut use your words.”  “F-fuck Gyu please, baby i want you, want your fingers please” you babble at him. He coos in response  “That's more like it, my poor desperate baby crying for my fingers” he almost giggles as he pulls you impossibly close on his lap, reaching around to finally tease your slick folds, sliding two long fingers inside you.

You melt against his chest, face in the crook of his neck as he hammers his fingers into you, sucking and licking against whatever skin you can reach inbetween each loud mewl that leaves your mouth. As the bottom of your top rides up, his other hand begins trailing over your skin teasingly. Each thrust of his fingers into you closer and closer to the edge until you’re drooling against his shoulder. “Aw my poor baby can’t even speak, going all dumb and drooly over lil Beomie’s fingers,” he snickers into your ear. “Gonna cum all over my fingers? Go on, cum for me, good girl” he whispers huskily in your ear as you break, letting out a sound somewhere between a loud moan and an attempt at his name. 

He rides you through the high until you’re twitching before he sits you up in his lap gently using his left hand to steady you by the back of the neck and pulls you into a slow sloppy kiss, sucking on your tongue lazily and nipping at your lower lip. He pulls his fingers out slowly, marvelling at the way they glisten with your slick in the soft lights. He brings one finger to his lips sucking it clean and groaning. “Fuck baby you taste so good, cmon taste yourself” his voice is low, running his fingers along your lips and tongue, sucking in a breath as you swirl your tongue around them. His eyes darken as he quickly wraps an arm around your waist and flips you over, knocking the breath from your lungs, before pulling your top down roughly and sucking harshly on the skin around your nipples, running his tongue across them and gently blowing on them to watch them perk up at the cold air.

Beomgyu quickly pulls back to tug off his shirt and open his jeans, pulling out his leaking cock and fisting it lazily. Sweat glints off of his smooth skin under the low lighting as he reaches between your legs, entranced, dragging your panties to the side and rubbing the head up and down your folds, covering himself in your slick. You gasp and shiver with each slide across your neglected clit, reaching up to pull him until his arms are caging you in. He noses up your neck and jaw before making his way to your lips. “Ready princess?” he pants into your mouth before lining himself up and fully sheathing himself inside you, wrenching a choked “F-fuck Beomgyu” from your lips as you clench your eyes shut. He pulls out until only the thick head of his cock is still inside you, before thrusting so deeply you can feel it in your stomach. He continues at this pace, slowly pulling out before sharply entering you again, allowing you to feel every inch of him. 

You open your eyes to see him staring down at you intensely. “God your little pussy was made for me baby,” he groans “t-taking me so well”, stuttering as he feels your velvety walls flutter around him. Your noises pick up as you feel the coil within you tighten, your legs trembling around his waist. In response he leans back, throwing a leg over his shoulder and quickens his pace, using his hands on your hips as leverage to pull you into his every thrust. The new angle has you quaking beneath him, feeling his cock head kissing your cervix with every thrust.

“Fuck princess you feel so fucking good, gonna cum inside you and fill you up” he pants, moving his thumb to rub circles on your clit. “T-thats it, take it, good girl, cum all over my cock.” Hearing his express permission, you allow yourself to fall over the edge, clenching down around him screaming his name. He lets go as you do, the impossible tightness squeezing him over the edge as he paints your walls with his cum, twitching inside you, and flops down on top of you. His husky groans echo in your ear as you both catch your breath, panting in a sweaty heap. “You’re fucking amazing you know that” he mumbles as he noses at your neck, rocking his hips slightly as he fucks his cum back into you and chuckling as you whimper in overstimulation. “Beomie~” you whine, pushing him off you, shivering as he pulls out and his hot seed starts to drip down your thighs. His hand rubs your thigh gently as he leans down to give you a chaste kiss, before motioning towards the door, which you now notice has been left open a crack. You give him an incredulous glare as he smirks back.

“So, think they believe me now?”

[wordsofelie]

Chapter 5

🌅Don’t you dare runaway (A Phoenix and Ashes Sequel)

Miya Osamu x f!reader

Summary: Miya Osamu thinks some things will never change—Atsumu will always be annoying; his Ma’s food will always be the best and you will always be his favourite sunrise.

Content Warnings: Timeskip Setting, Manga Spoilers, ex!Suna, Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Hurt

Words count: 3.3k

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8

He is distancing himself from you.

There's no denying it, no other way to describe the situation. The days after your night out together, you text him more, but he takes ages to reply, and it’s usually short and detached responses. It stings every time your name pops up on his phone and he says nothing more than a few dismissive words.

A door is slowly closing between you two, but Osamu thinks it’s for the better. It's just a passing phase before your friendship returns to the way it was before (peaceful, obvious).

It breaks his heart one morning when you call him before work (it’s quite early but you know the restaurant is not open yet, so it’s the perfect time to have a chat with him). However, his responses are clipped.

“Am I interrupting something?” you ask when the call becomes more of a monologue than a discussion.

“Sorry,” he starts. “I’ve got a lot of work today.”

It’s Tuesday. You know his schedule, he knows that, and Tuesdays are the quietest days at the restaurant. He doesn’t even try to come up with a better excuse.

“Oh.” It’s a simple sound but he can sense the hurt in it. It makes him feel sick, almost as if a knife were twisting painfully inside him. “Call me when you have more time.”

He does call you back, but it’s not the same. His voice lacks warmth, the conversation feels forced. It’s as if he's putting up walls where there once were none. Again, Osamu might have underestimated you. You’re not naïve and you’re certainly not stupid. He can try lying and hiding the truth, you’ll eventually find out. It’s only a matter of days before the door gets double-locked, and bolted from the inside, shutting you out completely.

You still do spontaneous lunchtime visits at Onigiri Miya. And it’s harder for him to put a distance when you’re standing before him. But he must try, he tells himself. It’s only for the best, he’s doing that for you.

So, he avoids staying behind the counter to talk with you. He barely glances your way when he sets your plate in front of you and disappears into the kitchen.

The once-familiar space between you is now full of silence, an ache is growing in the places his absence touches.

One day, you ask if he wants to come to Nagano with you to ski.

“It’s almost the end of winter, if we don’t go now there won’t be any snow. You love snowboarding, right? Maybe you can teach me?”

You tell him about the cosy onsen you found with a beautiful view of Mount Yōtei. The whole program is planned, you would go snowshoeing, and eat soba noodles and the station is open at night so you could go ski after the sun goes down and—

But his answer is another deflection, “I can’t close the restaurant that long.”

“It’s just a weekend,” you argue gently. “You deserve a break Osamu. You haven’t taken a vacation in months. You’ll wear yourself out.”

He says nothing back; the pain in his chest intensifies.

“Did I do something wrong?” You mutter and he wants to tell you everything right then and there—to pour out the mess of emotions swirling inside him, the confusion, the longing. Because you look hurt and mad and confused; Osamu can’t bear to see those three expressions on your soft face. Especially if he’s the one causing them.

But instead, he shakes his head, eyes cast down. “Ya didn’t, I’m just busy.”

There’s a long pause before you speak again. Your throat seems tight when you tell him you’ll go home.

“I can drive ya.” He lifts his face, and behind his cap, he can see your features harden.

“Don’t bother.”

And just like that, you get out.

Osamu thought his attitude would help keep things the way they were. He’s just trying to protect your friendship, but perhaps pushing you away will lead to losing you entirely.

You’re not naïve nor stupid, but maybe he is.

Days pass, and his phone stays silent. You don’t stop by the restaurant during lunchtime. You don’t drop by his apartment in the evenings, and you don’t ask him to drive you home when you finish late anymore.

This is fine, Osamu tells himself when he realises your absence hurts more than expected.

Because soon it will be easier. He’ll forget about his dying heart, and you’ll forgive him for the wall he built.

It’s Friday night and the Jackals want to celebrate their last practice together before dedicating their time to the National Team and preparing for the upcoming Olympics. Naturally, Atsumu knows exactly where they should go.

And it’s Onigiri Miya.

When Osamu picks up the call from his brother, the latter asks him if they can come.

“Sure, when d’ya think ya’ll arrive?” The man asks, already mentally preparing for the influx of loud, hungry athletes.

“Actually…”

Osamu doesn’t need to be informed of more when he hears the unmistakable sound of Bokuto’s booming voice even before the door opens.

“SAM-SAM,” the outside hitter shouts with enthusiasm. “Hey! Hey! Hey! Gooood evening!”

Osamu barely has time to register Atsumu’s muffled laughter on the phone, the door swings open with Bokuto leading the charge, followed by Meian and the entire team of his brother.

“Is it true that you’re doing smoked salmon onigiri now?” Bokuto asks loudly, his eyes gleaming, “Can I have five of them?”

“Nagisa,” Osamu calls after his new employee, “Please get the table ready and take the orders. I’ll go preparin’ the starters.” He looks at him with a grin, “ya’ll see, after them, nothing will ever scare ya again.”

The young man gulps as if he had just been challenged by a final boss on a videogame. He glances at the players and wipes his sweaty hands on his apron.

“I’ll-I’ll do my best.” He says, voice almost shaking, and it makes Osamu want to burst into laughter.

Before going to the kitchen, he scans the room rapidly with his eyes, seeking a pretty face and a beautiful smile (you). But you’re not here. He doesn’t know if It’s a relief or a shame—either way, he needs to pretend he is okay, act as if his heart wasn’t wounded.

But then, Hinata says your name and you enter the shop.

You look his way after being greeted by your co-workers; he is already staring. You smile gently and it softens him.

Maybe you aren’t so mad at him, maybe you can be friends again?

When he turns to the kitchen, he doesn’t hear you behind him. It’s only when you put a box on the worktop that he notices your presence.

“I stopped by a bakery nearby, to buy cakes.” You explain quietly.

“Oh,” he replies, “ya didn’t have to.”

“That’s my line.” You chuckle and cross your arms.

He opens his mouth. His gaze is fighting to hold yours, but his mind is stronger and he ends up looking down at the floor.

“Thanks for having us. It’s a bit last minute, but the boys really wanted to do something tonight.”

He nods as a reply and the conversation stops here.

“Then,” you start with hesitation, “I’ll see you later.”

You turn to leave but right before you do, he exclaims, “Two sesame onigiri?”

There is some sort of doubt in his voice where there shouldn’t be because gosh, he knows those are your favourites. He’s made so much for you for the past years. Still, he’s acting with so much precaution tonight.

“Yes, please.”

“Osamu?” You say his name softly, “are we good?”

(Soon, we will, his mind informs him, his heart disagrees.)

This time he doesn’t look away when he acquiesces and a smile blooms on your face.

As soon as you are out of sight, he dips his hand in water and start shaping the rice.

It’s intense, serving 10 grown-up men. Osamu fears to see his young apprentice collapses before the end of the night. He tries to give him a hand with the service while taking care of the food.

“Osamu-san,” Nagisa tells him, a bit breathless, “I can take care of the-”

A loud sound echoes in the room when he drops a tray. You’re fast to help him and Osamu clean up the mess. Nagisa bows approximately a hundred times in shame, but you pat his shoulder and lean closer to his ear.

Your friend raises an eyebrow when he sees Nagisa looking his way with big eyes.

“I can’t believe Osamu-san did that.”

“Huh? Why did I do?” He asks, baffled.

“Nothing, nothing”, his employee quickly retreats, avoiding further explanation.

You smile shamelessly and with a teasing tone you recall, “Remember when you worked at Ramen Kazuya? You dropped three plates in your first week. I just told him that so he could feel better, you know.”

He groans before rolling his eyes, “Thought Mizusawa-san would kill me, but instead, he laughed.”

Osamu remembers that day clearly—once, twice, thrice, plates had shattered this week, broth splattered across the floor. His hands had trembled as he looked up, expecting the worst. But instead of scolding him, his former boss, had burst into hearty laughter, “Don’t worry about the plates, Osamu-kun”, he’d explained, wiping his hands on his apron. “It’s just glass. What matters is the people ya feed, not the dishes ya serve it on.”

It was that kind of wisdom that stuck with Osamu long after Mizusawa passed away three years ago. The old man believed food was more than just nourishment. “Food brings people together," he always said. “Never let a man starve, Osamu-kun. Whether it’s a stranger, a friend, or even yer own soul—feed them.”

When Mizusawa became sick and too weak to continue working, he’d entrusted the restaurant to Osamu, saying, “It’s your turn now. Make it yours.” The ramen shop had been his home, and one day, Osamu transformed it into Onigiri Miya. He often thinks of the man and hopes that if he were able to sit at one of his tables, he would eat his onigiri with pride.

Osamu blinks, returning to the present. He catches your eye, there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. For a second, it feels like the old days—like when you were just two friends sharing memories without any complications.

“He really was a good man,” you say. “He took you as his apprentice, taught you so much and he never stopped believing that you would be a great chef.”

“Ya’ve also believed in me…”, he whispers, the words slip out without him meaning to.

But then you frown slightly, and he realises his voice hasn’t reached you.

“What did you-”

“Bokuto’s callin' ya.” He cuts you short and your frown deepens. Confusion becomes disappointed and once again Osamu knows he hurt you.

You glance towards Bokuto, who’s waving eagerly for you to come. You sigh, though it’s clear the frustration isn’t directed at the outside hitter. No, it’s for Osamu.

“I really don’t understand what’s wrong with you…”

He clenches his fists.

It’s a carousel of constant push and pull between you two.

You are kind, he puts distance; you get upset, he offers you warmth.

Everything Osamu intends to do; he ends up doing the opposite. It’s like he can’t help but sabotage the connection that was once so effortless. He wants to let you in, but every time he tries, something holds him back. You no longer look at him now and it only adds to the knot tightening in his chest.

He’s about to lose his mind.

“’Samu!” Atsumu exclaims, slinging an arm over his brother’s shoulder. “Let’s have a drink.”

The setter doesn’t give him a choice, and, in an instant, Osamu finds himself confined between his twin and Meian (and that man is broad).

Three beers later, Osamu’s mind start to lose focus of the conversation. Meian is passionately arguing that girls with long hair are prettier, while Atsumu seems to disagree—or maybe it's the other way around. Honestly, Osamu doesn’t care. Types? Preferences? None of that has ever mattered much to him. Still, his tipsy mind toys with the idea, and for a moment, he wonders what his own type is.

What was his ex like?

He doesn't even remember that. And to tell the truth, he can't think of any other girl but you.

His gaze falls on you, and suddenly, the room feels smaller, his chest a little tighter.

You’re standing close to the counter, smiling with all your teeth. This time, you don’t catch him staring, probably because your eyes are directed to another man.

Osamu never craved anyone’s attention before now. It’s only normal that you get along with Atsumu’s teammates now that you work with them full-time as their communication manager, he would even say that he is happy to see you fulfilling yourself in your work. What he doesn’t like, though, is the proximity between you and Sakusa. Workmates don’t need to look at each other like that and touch each other arms (doesn’t the guy hate physical contact by the way?) Why are you laughing like he just said the joke of the year? Sakusa can’t be that funny, he tries to reassure himself. You’re probably just polite. You always are.  

“-mu-san, Osamu-san?”

“Oh, Shoyo, sorry. You were sayin’?” Osamu clears his throat to come back to his senses.

“Can I get another set of onigiri?” The younger man grins.

“Smoked salmon?”

“Yes Sir.”

Osamu gets up to execute Hinata's request and doesn’t leave the kitchen after that. At first, he tells himself it’s to avoid further hurt, to spare himself from the sting of seeing you with Sakusa. But as the minutes pass, he realises that is mind can be awfully imaginative.

Staying hidden does nothing to quiet the storm in his mind, in fact, it makes everything worse.

His thoughts spiral to stupid scenarios. What are you two talking about? Are you closer to him now? Is Sakusa touching your hand when he should be the one doing so? His brain is running wild with images of fleeting glances, soft laughs, and whispers shared just out of his sight.

“I’ll tell ‘Samu we’re leavin’.” He hears his twin say. He doesn’t turn when he is bid goodbye.

“Yer okay, man? Should I wait for ya?” Atsumu takes a step closer, but Osamu just wants to brush him off, close the restaurant and go to bed.

“No, just go home, I’ll come later.”

The blond-haired man is about to do as told when you enter the kitchen.

“Atsumuu, do you think I should ask Kiyoomi out?” The words slip out before you can stop them. There’s excitement in your voice. It punches Osamu in the gut.

His hands still on the plate he is washing. His jaw tightens, and he doesn’t look at you.

“Oh, Osamu, you’re here…I-I wanted to say something to Atsumu.” You probably drank as much as him otherwise why would you be surprised to see Osamu in his own kitchen? And why would confess something like that to his brother? He’s not your best friend, he’s the one you should share secrets with, not Atsumu. And above all, you seem distracted. You take a step back, and don’t pay attention as your hand grazes a hot stove. Osamu reacts instantly, grabbing your arm with a sharp tug. “Watch out!” Osamu’s voice is harsher than he intended. “It’s fuckin’ burnin’, ya could’ve hurt yerself.”

“I didn’t see the-” “Sure, ya didn’t,” he snaps, cutting you harshly. “Why’re ya always so dense?”

(Dense to what? His feelings?)

Your eyes widen. “Why are you yelling at me?” Your voice wavers, but you stand your ground, and you pull away from him abruptly.

Osamu’s face twists with frustration, as if he’s struggling to find the right words. He mumbles something under his breath, but it’s too late. You’ve already stepped back, your defences up.

“Thanks for caring, Osamu, but I’m not a child,” you say coldly, grabbing your bag. “I don’t know what’s going on with you tonight, but don’t put it on me.”

A heavy silence invades the room and Atsumu finds it hard to to break it.

“That was harsh…” He ends up saying.

Osamu glowers at him, “I have nothin’ to say to ya.”

“Fine, if ya want to be alone.”

Everyone leaves, Osamu stays.

Tonight was supposed to be one step forward, it ended up being a thousand steps back.

It’s the end of winter, Osamu should be skiing with you right now if he didn’t turn you down, but instead he’s whipping the front of his shop. The night has been cold and windy, it has left a few frosted patches on the pavement.

But the sun is shining bright now, Spring is almost here and the frosted patches become water.

He hates this weather. Not completely cold, but not completely warm either. He doesn’t know if he should take his jumper off, but if he does, he’ll get sick and—

Osamu sighs before letting himself fall on a chair. It’s not even 8 a.m, and yet, he feels already way too tired. He looks down at his lap blankly.

“Hey.”

Kita’s silhouette hides him from the burning sun.

Osamu greets him back, a little bit surprised.

“Ya weren’t expectin’ me?” The older one says with a teasing smile.

“I-I was yes, I just didn’t hear ya arrive.” Osamu gets up, “let's get the rice.”

The next moment, the two men take out the bags from Kita’s car. The task helps Osamu’s mind ease a little. Simple moves like lifting and carrying calm his storming thoughts. He is thankful for Kita’s quietness and finds a strange comfort in the silence between them.

Before his former captain leaves, Osamu offers him a drink. They’re sitting outside the restaurant when Kita gives him news from the farm, “By the way, ‘Ba-chan says hi.”

“That's nice. Say thanks for me.”

Osamu feels the questioning gaze of Kita lingering on him, but his eyes remain directed to the glass in his hands.

Then, he says your name and the younger man immediately turns to him (it wasn’t hard for Kita to know how to get Osamu’s attention), “'ba-chan asked about her. She really enjoyed her company; she wonders when ya’ll come back.” He pauses for a second, “both of ya.”

For some reason, Osamu feels ashamed and guilty.

There’s a knot inside his throat, if he wants to untangle it, Osamu knows he has to spit it out.

So, he tells Kita everything. How he wished for your friendship to remain the same, how he tried to put a distance between you to protect that friendship, how he felt when he saw you with Sakusa last night and how let out his anger on you and hates himself for it.

“She talked back at you?”

“So what?” Osamu finds it strange that this is all his friend picks up on.

“I’m not an expert but from what I observed back when they were datin’, she never talked back at Suna.”

“Sure, she didn’t, he was her boyfriend, I’m just a friend.” Osamu grunts through his teeth.

“Mmh, just a friend, if you say so.” He mumbles.

Kita gets up, Osamu has always been taller than him, but this morning he feels incredibly small.

There’s a smile at the edge of Shinsuke’s lips, “I’ll come back next month for the delivery. I bet everyone’s already told ya, but ya need vacations. Yer not seein' clear right now and yer brain’s gonna switch off at some point.”

They exchange farewells, and as soon as Osamu is on his own again, he turns to looks at his shop and takes a deep inspiration.

“Good morning, Miya-kun.” An old lady from the neighbourhood greets him as she passes by, “yer closin’ the restaurant today?” She wonders when she sees him locking the door.

“Yes. I’ll be back next week.”

She smiles gently at him, “then, enjoy young man.”

He thanks her and doesn’t turn back as he settles into his car. He calls his mum once he has started the engine.

“Ma’,” he says, “Can I come home?”

author notes: our man is finally taking some holidays, everyone says thank you to kita

taglist: @wolffmaiden, @teyvatsunsets, @obibiwan, @sugacor3, @sunahsvt, @iluv-ace

[em-sars]

My Top 10 (actually 9) Dramione Fic Reccemmendations:

I am not a terribly avid reader of angst-filled fics (sorry, Manacled fans). This list will be mostly romcom / fluffy, major slow burns, and Draco POV. I have included a few more serious fics, but they are just so well written / interesting, that they made my list. Without further ado, and in no particular order, my Top 9 Dramione Fics:

1. To one one's surprise, and not being overhyped at all (I'm completely serious), is Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love. This one needs no description due to its popularity, so I will only add to the hype. I have always been a fan of adventure-romance (e.g. Romancing the Stone, Princess Bride, Stardust, Love and Monsters, Shrek, A Knight's Tale, and, not to get repetitive, The Lost City), but this was the first fanfiction I read with such dedication to an interesting, funny, and, at times, suspenseful story. I also love seeing Draco fall first and his unreliable narration in Hermione's feelings for him. I adore the characterization of / relationships between characters (not just Draco and Hermione) as well as the way the author develops the existing magic system. It is definitely a slow burn with misunderstandings. I'm not a big fan of misunderstandings after they are together because I think it's lasy, and I will stop reading it. In this fic, however, the author makes sure that the 'will they won't they' isn't over done.

2. A Cosmology of Blacks, Malfoys, and Assorted Individuals. This one is in process, but updates are consistent, and I am hooked. Draco POV only. Not only does this fic have the best name, it also includes many anecdotes of Black history (particularly focused on Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix) while also tying in a romance plot. The story begins with Andromeda confronting Narcissa, and the Black family to be reunited. Draco meets Hermione again for the first time post-graduation, but something is wrong with Hermione's magic. They slowly become friends and Draco develops feelings. This one is on the angsty side, but it's nothing dark or war-based. It is decidedly cosy. I absolutely love any fic that casts a parallel between Andromeda and Ted and Draco and Hermione (I also love supportive Harry who compares them to his parents).

3. The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy. This is another popular one that deserves the hype. This one was outside my comfort zone as it is fairly heavy on the angst. BUT I think it is a really imaginative retelling of DH. If you are unfamiliar, the author rewrites the end of HBP wherein Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer of help. He is then forced to accept the protection of people who hate him and whom he hates. This is a true Enemies to Friends to Lovers story. It has a mixed POV. This story is full of mystery, suspense, plot twists, romance, and angst. This is another one that explores the magic system in an interesting way.

4. It Happened in Egypt is another romcom adventure fic. It is funny, mysterious, and action-packed. In this story, Hermione is in Egypt on a 'holiday' and runs into Draco who is drunk and has been robbed (no wallet or wand). As the author says, this fic is a love story to the Nile and Egyptian Mythology. Great for history lovers. And while this story is a relatively quick burn, there is still a major chunk of mutual pining.

5. Scary Partner Privilege is another in progress piece, but it is so creative. It is Draco POV. He and Hermione (a no-nonsense-to-the-point-of-rudeness cop) are paired as elite aurors. Each chapter is a different case like in Brooklyn 99 or other cop shows with the overall plot of their tumble into romance. This Hermione is a complete BAMF, and Draco is a darling.

6. Distance is a split POV fic. Hermione is a new Unspeakable and Draco is an auror who hasn't been given a real case. They end up teaming up to investigate a mysterious magical figurine. Another adventure fic set in the Indus Valley. Such a fun concept. Another one that is a good read for history lovers.

7. Lavender Scones and Second Chances is the final in progress story I have on this list. This story is mostly here for vibes (cosy) because the research that brought them together is more periphery than anything. But it is still a sweet story that I am excited to watch develop.

8. Love and Other Historical Accidents is Jane Austen meets Harry Potter. Hermione and Draco get sent back to the late Georgian / early Regency period in magical Wiltshire. Lots of classic Austen tropes and plot lines. It is an established dynamic between them, and Draco is already in love with Hermione.

9. Soft As It Began is a unique story wherein Harry vanished the day after the Battle of Hogwarts. Almost 5 years later, Hermione, with help from Draco (they are investigative journalists), travels around Europe looking for him. This story plays with the story of The Three Brothers and the Deathly Hallows. I just love all the characterizations in this fic.

[berryz-writes]

Your the only one for me (part 2)

Summary: You find something suspicious on Grayson's phone and confront him about it. During your argument you get seriously injured. Is it all a misunderstanding or is he just using you?

Grayson Hawthorne x reader

part 1

I opened my eyes, the slight pressure that was closing them before finally gone although my head still hurt. The lights were dimmed, a soft yellow lamp illuminating the room. It was a hospital room I deducted even though it was quiet a cosy one without the white sterile walls and uncomfortable beds. I tried to move my hair to the side and out of my face when I realised my right arm was in a white cast. Oh my god. How had I broken my arm?

As soon as my brain started functioning properly I realised my back was begging to be cracked after who knows how long I had laid there. I shifted myself up slightly and tried to crack my back. I twisted left and right but nothing much happened except my body starting to ache even more. I cleared my throat hoping someone would hear and come in.

I moved slightly higher on the bed so I was sitting up and coughed a little so someone would hear me. Still no one.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I asked. It sounded a little weird talking to any empty room but I wanted answers. And probably a familiar face. I waited for another second and when i opened my mouth again the door opened, Grayson walking in, his hair messy for the first time in ages and wearing a simple white shirt and joggers.

"Your awake. I thought I was hearing things when I heard your voice..." He moved closer to me and sat at the edge of my bed hesitantly.

I gave him a small smile and wondered why he wasn't already laying down next to me "I'm injured. Come and provide some comfort to me at least" I said gesturing to my broken arm. He didn't move for a moment as if waiting for me to change my words. I didn't obviously. He moved so he was now laying next to me as I rested my head on his chest, his hand running through my hair.

"How do you feel? Are you hungry? Do you need some water?" His voice was full of concern. I shook my head "No. How did I break my arm?" I asked, wanting answers.

His hand froze slightly but then he carried on moving it through my hair, relaxing me even more. "You don't remember?" He asked quietly as if it were important I should.

I shrugged slightly "I just remember falling. Did I trip?" My memory was slightly hazy and I only remembered bits and pieces.

Grayson let out a sigh and sat up, moving away from me "You didn't trip"

I raised an eyebrow, slightly confused "So what happened then?"

His grey eyes roved over me, his eyes searching my face for something. "You fell...because of me"

I frowned, even more confused and slightly shocked "what?". He slowly nodded his head as if it pained him to do so "We were arguing and I...I tried to stop you but you fell. If it weren't for me you wouldn't have been hurt"

I continued looking at him. My memory slowly starting to come back to me. I don't know why but tears had started pricking at my eyes. Maybe it was because I couldn't see Grayson looking so upset and heartbroken.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I'm sorry you were hurt because of me. I don't deserve you" I shook my head as soon as he said the last line "I decide what I deserve"

I swallowed back the tears "What were we arguing about?" I waited, holding my breath. Hoping it was all a misunderstanding.

"About a message between me and a girl at the photography exhibit. You...jumped to conclusions but it's nothing like what you think it is" He had to force the words out, his hands running through his hair as if what he were about to say would ruin things between us. Maybe it would.

"Show me the message"

He faltered slightly "Darling I-"

"Show me" I didn't remember what it was about but I needed to know what this damned message was. He took out his phone and showed me the message

I had so much fun yesterday. We should definitely do it again.😏

Memories came flooding back to me. Of when I had read the message. When I had stormed off, tears cascading down. And when I had packed my things only to fall and break my arm. I looked at the message clenching and unclenching my jaw. Tears making my vision blurry.

"Don't cry. I'm not worth it" Grayson said quietly, not daring to move closer to me.

"Is this true? Did you....have you cheated on me?" I spat the words out my mouth full of the taste of betrayal and disgust.

He quickly shook his head "Why would I? I don't know why she sent it. I would never break your trust like that y/n" He moved closer, desperation evident in his eyes. His hand reached for mine "I would never cheat on you my love." I wanted to believe him. I really did. But I had, had my heart broken in the past and I didn't want it to happen this time either.

"Block her" I gave him the phone and he did. He shook his head a tear falling down. It made my heart break into pieces. "Don't cry. I'm not worth it" I repeated his words, as if maybe everything would be alright. I don't think it would.

"Your worth a thousand of me y/n. Your worth more than anything. I would fucking burn everything in this world for you" His eyes held mine, his hand clasping mine tightly.

"I love you Gray. I really do...but I. I need a break. I need to think things through" It took all my will power to get all that out and i don't think it was worth it because the pain on his face was heart breaking.

"Are you breaking up with me?" His voice was hoarse and he had dropped my hand. I slowly nodded my head "I need to think through things. This doesn't mean we can't get back together"

He shook his head as if in denial "How will I live without you?"

"I'm sorry"

He took a deep breath. And then another. He stood up and tried to give me a smile but it didn't reach his eyes "Take your time to...process. Just know that I'll never stop loving you. Your the only one for me..." He looked at me, taking in my appearance one last time before leaving the room. I finally let it all out once the door slammed shut, sobs wracking my body as the one person I loved truly left me. And it was all my fault.

SOPHIE'S POV

I looked down at my phone and scrolled through my messages when I noticed Grayson hadn't replied to mine. I clicked on it and cursed under my breath. Shit. I had sent the wrong emoji. Instead of a smiley face I had sent an extremely sexually insinuating one. It said that he had read the message so there was no point deleting it. Instead I typed out another message

Sorry, that was the wrong emoji. Didn't mean to creep you out. Would love to discuss some more photography lessons for the future

The message had sent but an automated reply was sent back instead. It read that I had been blocked. Oh. He wouldn't receive my message then. I just hoped nothing had happened because of my typo.

note: Um YEAH. sorry about that yall. I love Grayson but ummm I had to 😭 i hate the miscommunication trope but here I AM WRITING IT. Hope yall survived

[polaroidcats]

I WANNA HEAR ABT ANTIFA WOLFSTARBUCKS

YAY! okay so the wip is a continuation of my last antifa wolfstarbucks post, idk if this will ever be a proper fic or if it will just live in tumblr posts forever but it's the morning after and remus woke up to his alarm (still at sirius & james's flat) for his weekly moss graffiti watering round, here's a snippet:

His mind is racing.. he's in bed with two incredible, funny, hot anarchists and he would love nothing more than to just stay there with them, in their cosy flat, and sleep and cuddle and maybe even fuck some more before he eventually has to leave. But... his moss friends are waiting for him and when Remus thinks about how sad and disappointed moss Karl Marx would look, waiting for Remus to appear like clockwork every sunday morning, waiting and waiting and seeing people go by, coming home from clubs, going on their morning runs or commutes, and none of them stop to spray his luscious green beard with a little water spray bottle? None of them stop to admire how beautifully wild his moss-hair has gotten? None of them gently stroke his beard and whisper lovely words of affirmation towards him, how he's the most beautiful moss portrait of a communist Berlin has ever seen, and no one, not even Friedmoss Engels will ever be as beautiful as Karl Moss? That thought makes Remus so sad, he can't disappoint his little moss buddies like that, both the plants and Karl deserve better than that. And if he only got 2 hours of sleep and his legs don't work as well as he wants them to, well so be it. A true mosslover and communist would never leave his mossy comrades to wilt just so he can cuddle with his lovers. Remus sighs and gently nudges James, hoping the man hasn't fallen asleep yet. James makes an incoherent noise which is enough for Remus to speak to him, softly, so they don't wake Sirius up as well. "I'm so sorry James but that alarm was for my moss graffiti round.. I really need to go and water them." 

[kaily010]

Let's play~ (pt. 2)

(Alastor x reader)

(Tw: family issues, slightly hinted depression, so as sh.... let me know if I missed something, reader is smoking)

(This is not canon at all, so please keep that in mind. I made this whole thing up out of my experience with a narcissistic mother and turned it into this)

It has been a few days since you and Alastor made the deal.It included that you two would work together to destroy Her.

Lilith.

The person that was the cause of your misery. It all started when you were a kid, living together with your elder sister Charlie, your dad Lucifer, and your mother lilith together. It was so wonderful. A childhood like the ones you see in movies. Movie nights, big birthday parties, happy evenings, spend together in the living room while playing some board games and having fun together.

But when you turned older, it vanished. Your parents divorced, leaving it to you and Charlie to decide where you wanted to stay, and of course, it caused arguments. Lucifer was understanding when you chose to stay with your mother, while lilith blew up every time when you left to stay at your father's. Till one day, Charlie was old enough to move out, leaving you alone in this mess.

You couldn't blame her, after all she deserved to be happy and you wished her the best. But still, you couldn't ignore the slight feeling of betrayal. That was when you were 13. And at this point, your little family was broken to the point where nothing could repair it. Your mother's sudden outbursts caused your dad to react in the end. Her provocation finally hitting.

For the first time in your life, hell felt like hell. Not like the warm, cosy memories you tried to hold on for dear life. When you turned older, you felt yourself break more and more. ,Y/n do this, don't do that. Y/n how could you be so fucking stupid? I wish I never had you!,.

At this rate, it was almost normal, yet it still hurt. And because of your mother's aggression, your father disappeared. Charlie called sometimes, but it felt like she did it out of pity, not because she wanted to do it. It hurt. It hurt so much, knowing that this woman you were now forced to stay with destroyed your warm, comfortable home and made it a living hell. She was controlling and manipulative.

And at one point, you wanted to get revenge. See her at her lowest, take away everything from her that she held dearly. Letting her feel like you felt. You needed to do this. For your own sake. For the little child inside you that wanted her father that turned away from her because her mother was a crazy bitch. You needed to do it to so that all the evenings that once were filled with warmth that turned to cold lonely nights where you hurt yourself over and over, overthinking everything, trying to find a way out, where over. That she couldn't and wouldn't hurt you ever again.

As you lay there, thinking about everything that happened, you asked yourself if it was the right decision. If it was right to take revenge, but even if you came to the conclusion that it wasn't, it was too late. What's done is done, and you can't take it back.

Sighing, you stood up and grabbed your phone, checking for new messages. You make your way into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of cold water. You gave up on sleeping even though hell was unusually quiet tonight.

Sitting down at your table, you looked down on the plan that was written down on many pages by you and Alastor. It would work out... at least you hoped so... destroying her would mean that you get to take back what was yours.

Your life.

The will to live, hope... and you wanted it. You wanted to finally break free from the chains your past formed around you. You needed to gain freedom... that was one of the things that you shared with Alastor. And probably the only thing. You wanted to be free, maybe out of different reasons, but still. He felt the same way about the chains that held him down, which bound you two together at some point. Meant to break free, to help each other getting out of the cage that she build.

Even though you knew he only did this because he wanted the benefits of the deal, you couldn't ignore the slight feeling of solace he brought you.

He was a gentleman who seemed to care about you, even though you knew it was an act. But you didn't mind... you were acting as well, trying to hold on to the masquerade you made to protect yourself.

And still.... somehow the time you spent together was enjoyable. The complexity of the situation forced you to trust each other, which was something that annoyed you slightly, but it had to be if you wanted this to work out.

You thought back to one moment where you two met to talk about what was going to happen.

You had to tell him what had happened so he knew everything as well as you did. To understand the situation. It was strange telling him what she did when you never told a soul down here.

You told him everything, even things that you tried to forget because they were too painful.... that was the moment where you felt anxiety bubble up, and you excused yourself to go to your room and try to calm down.

Reliving everything, every word and feeling was too much, and you felt a panic attack beginning to claw its way out of the deeps of your mind like a monster.

You cowered down while you slowly got trapped in your own mind, not noticing the door opening.

"Y/n...?"

As his eyes found your quivering body, they widened slightly, smiled frozen in place.

It wasn't in his nature to care for others, yet he found himself crouching diwn to your level and hugging you, whispering sweet nothings to you in an attempt to calm down.

"It'll be over soon, I promise.... everything will be fine.... she won't hurt you again.... we can do this, you're strong and intelligent, and with me, we will bring her downfall..."

He tried to cheer you up as you slightly relaxed into his touch. He didn't know why he did this. Maybe it was because you were similar to him... feeling the same breathtaking grib of the chains.... maybe that's what made him empathise with you...

As you thought back to this, you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks and new tears stinging in your eyes as you remembered the pain you felt that day.

You stood up again and grabbed your pack of cigarettes walking to the balcony. You sat down on a wooden bench that fit perfectly into the aesthetic of your flat and picked out a cigarette.

It helped you calm down, knowing that you so willingly destroyed your own health in a twisted way.

Looking up to the red night sky of hell while lighting it with your magic, you watched the planets float around. Spotting heaven, you mumbled to yourself;

"See you soon... Mother..."

[notoneopinion]

Self Care Tips After a Long Day

Personally, I have been having a lot of these 'long days' recently, and these tips have been saving my sanity. So I thought I'd share them with you! Christmas is coming up, a lot of us are taking on extra or longer shifts at work to be able to afford the presents we need to buy, so hopefully some of this advice will come in handy.

1. Treat yourself!

A pretty simple one, but it really is very important. I sometimes treat myself with a coffee after work, because there is nothing better than a hit of caffeine after a twelve and a half hour shift, let me tell you. If I don't feel like spending money, I'll come home and watch a movie, lay out a few packets of crisps to enjoy whilst I relax. It really is a thing of just unwinding after a particularly long day, making sure your body gets that rest it deserves.

2. Journal

This really is one of the biggest self-care tips you will get. Anyone who knows anything about taking care of your mind knows that writing out your feelings is a great way to sort out your emotions. It can also be very relaxing, which is perfect after a long day. I love making a Scene of it, too - lighting a candle, putting on some music or a nice YouTube video in the background, and just sitting down at my table in cosy pyjamas to write about my day. I personally go with the old brain-dump method, but there's a ton of different ways to journal that you can look into, whether that be fun prompts, lists, or a brain-dump, like me!

3. Sit in silence.

Genuinely, just sit in silence. Come home, get into comfy clothes, and just sit. Stare at a wall. Play with a fidget toy. Put noise-cancelling headphones on and just be present in your own space. I find myself doing this mostly due to my autism; I kind of have no choice in the matter, considering my brain tends to shut down after a long day, and all I can really do is sit in silence. But it's not a bad thing, and I recommend trying to do it for anyone who might be feeling a little overwhelmed. The silence can do wonders.

4. Have a bath/shower.

I'm a shower girlie, personally, but that's only because I don't actually have a bath.

Either way, getting washed and clean and feeling fresh is an ultimate form of self care!!!! It might take a bit of motivation to actually get yourself into the shower (trust me, I know) but once you do it, you'll feel incredible. I'm personally not a big fan of the whole Everything Shower thing - I think I'm just too lazy to get everything scrubbed, shaved and moisturised, and if you're the same, there's nothing wrong with that. Wash your hair. Put some soap on those limbs. Just feel the hot water on your skin, maybe do a bit of skin care afterwards if you're feeling up to it. But getting washed and fresh will make you feel ten times better, and might even wake you up a bit if that's what you need!

5. Meal prep.

I live by this.

Once upon a time, I didn't meal prep, and I would come home at 8:30pm after a twelve hour shift full of heavy lifting and verbal abuse (lol guess what I work as) and I would immediately just order a takeaway. In the moment, this is all good - it's a treat, I deserve it, it tastes nice. But after three days of takeaways, you start feeling a little bit shit about yourself, and you're not being too kind on your wallet, either.

I started using a brief portion of my days off to meal prep for the week - just dinners, stuff I could throw in the fridge/freezer and heat up when I got home. Let me tell you, it was self care. Not only was my health improving dramatically, but my mental health was also given a break because I was no longer feeling bad about the stuff I was putting in my body. Plus, meal prepping at the start of the week (or just whenever you get a chance, really) gives you the opportunity to actually think about what you're making, so chances are you're going to be a bit more conscious about what you're putting into your body. I also enjoy cooking a great deal, so it's not even a chore on my day off - I find it quite relaxing to throw some music on, get my cook book out and just enjoy the task.

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YOTP - July

Ah, I've forgotten to finish and upload this. Forgive me!

Pairing: Curumo x Aiwendil

Prompts: Vacation together, Power Swap, Enemies to Lovers, “Batman won’t like this”, Stars, Coffeeshop AU

Words: 2 015

Warnings: Hostility, a lost wallet, 1 bed trope, Aquarium, a kiss

Aiwendil pursed his lips but didn’t object when the rooms were assigned.

Curumo looked as if he’d bitten into a lemon, which was not exactly edifying either.

“All right?” Mairon asked impatiently.

“All right,” Aiwendil muttered. What else was he to say? He couldn’t very well tell his imperious top manager that he was afraid that Curumo might be unhappy.

Since he’d started working at the little, cosy coffee shop, he’d constantly found himself at odds with the tall, imperious, heart-wrenchingly alluring junior manager of the establishment.

At first, the tension had been distinctly hostile, and Aiwendil had suffered profoundly under the devastating certainty that he was loathed by his handsome superior when he’d done nothing to deserve such instant dislike as far as he recalled.

“We should go—I want to freshen up,” Curumo hissed without looking over and strode away.

Aiwendil followed him wordlessly, trying hard not to think of that hazy night of the last company Christmas party. Someone had spiked the punch, and they’d ended up making out frantically in the establishment’s impeccably clean backroom.

It had been an unexpected, cataclysmic event, and—to his knowledge—nobody else was aware of what had transpired.

Unfortunately, at least from Aiwendil’s perspective, such a thing had then never happened again.

On the contrary, from that incident onward, Curumo seemed to despise him even more; he could barely look at his young colleague without his thin-lipped mouth curling into a cruel, disgusted line.

They were, of course, much too professional to let the fraught enmity between them have any negative repercussions on the shop, and thus, the little business had known record figures this year around.

It had been generous of Melkor, the owner, to invite all his employees to a trip to the seaside during their obligatory off-season, and Aiwendil was far from ungrateful, but he now wished that he’d declined the offer, nevertheless.

Probably, it had all been a subterfuge to get Mairon, who managed most of the day-to-day affairs for Melkor, alone while wearing a skimpy bathing suit.

A sharp sting of envy shot through Aiwendil’s heart at the realisation that others fared much better with their workplace romances, and he vowed that he’d at least try to clear the air before he spent a whole weekend sharing a room with someone who seemed to hate him.

“Which bed do you want?” Curumo asked as he pushed open the plywood door, only to freeze mid-movement with a small but deep groan. “Never mind!”

Perplexed by this sudden change of stance, Aiwendil poked his head into the room and suppressed a low exclamation of distress of his own.

The point was moot because there was but one huge bed, looming like a pool of quicksand in the middle of the cosy room.

“Ah,” Aiwendil said indecisively because he felt that he needed to say something.

His intense desire to melt into the worn carpet, never to be seen again, remained mercilessly unfulfilled, though.

No matter how often or frantically he blinked, his unfortunate situation—condemned to spend his holiday perched up with someone he’d neither call an enemy, a friend, nor a lover confidently—didn’t change.

“This will absolutely not do,” Curumo grunted, his face ablush with righteous anger.

Aiwendil’s heart sank; he’d never considered the other a rival or even a foe, despite his outright inimical behaviour, and he’d secretly hoped that their inebriated folly would eventually have a positive impact on their strained relationship.

How bitterly disappointed he’d been in that regard. He hoped that it wasn’t too late to change that.

“I’m sorry,” he said automatically as if he’d purposefully booked the room they’d been assigned randomly. “Maybe we can swap with someone else?”

At that, Curumo frowned. “I highly doubt that any of the others would be any more comfortable sharing a bed than us.”

His eyebrow quirked expressively, telling Aiwendil that he’d not forgotten about his fall from grace either.

For a long moment, the only thing in the room was awkward tension and the wheezing of the old air conditioning.

“Maybe we should rejoin the others?” Aiwendil then said dejectedly—as much as he’d hoped that this little get-away would be the perfect opportunity to mend fences with Curumo, he wasn’t the kind of man who willingly, consciously imposed his prolonged presence on someone to whom it was visibly loathsome.

Unfortunately, their streak of bad luck didn’t end there.

When they’d made their way back to the lobby, having been delayed by an uncoordinated, fat woman trying to get all her suitcases out of the lift before the doors could close, their party had already left.

The snooty young man behind the reception desk wordlessly shoved over a glossy flyer, advertising a marine biology museum.

Curumo’s eyes lit up—he’d once dated a half-mad surfer who’d liked to wax poetic about various sea creatures. After the seemingly countless hours he’d listened to Aiwendil talk about local and exotic critters, he felt that it was only fair that he’d for once be the one to bore the other to tears with utterly irrelevant factoids.

“The next bus comes in 5 minutes,” the receptionist informed them before turning to the very same rotund lady from before who was now in tears because her AC unit was not working properly.

“Oh, that sounds fun…If you want to go, I mean,” Aiwendil muttered miserably, picking up random brochures and stuffing them into his very unattractive fanny pack haphazardly.

“Do you think I want to spend the day alone with you?” Curumo hissed. “Let’s go!”

To his surprise, his unwelcome companion’s choices had been much less random than he’d originally thought. As a matter of fact, Aiwendil was able to locate the bus stop and work out a shortcut that might get them to the museum in time to rejoin their group.

Uncomfortable and embarrassed, Curumo launched into a long diatribe about the sexual habits of dolphins—it soon turned out that Aiwendil was a much more gracious listener than his cranky colleague had ever been.

That much could have been predicted, but Curumo found himself nevertheless bemused by the evident swap in roles and powers.

Usually, it was Aiwendil who was chattering away while he tried to keep things running smoothly. He was also astounded by how relaxing it was to, for once, let someone else worry about the applicable minutia and rules while he could simply prattle on and on with gusto.

“No! Really?” Aiwendil exclaimed, proving that he’d been listening carefully, as they got out of the last bus. It had been an unbearably hot and uncomfortable ride, but Curumo almost regretted its inevitable end.

He even grimaced when he saw his bosses and colleagues standing around aimlessly in front of the wide-open glass doors.

“Melkor lost his wallet—again!” Mairon snorted. Their manager wore his white linen suit with the enviable elegance of a black widow squandering her inheritance at the French Riviera, and his designer eyewear flashed in the merciless sun as their chaotic boss crawled on his hands and knees under benches.

“I had it when we left,” Melkor swore and narrowed his eyes at his employees in a silent bid for assistance.

“At once,” Aiwendil exclaimed and dropped to his own knees readily.

Curumo watched him scurry this way and that, and—behind his own sober sunglasses—he shamelessly ventured a few lingering looks at his colleague’s small, firm behind poking out from behind a massive flowerpot.

Finally, when the renegade wallet had been located and retrieved, they all shuffled into the blue penumbra of the museum obediently—it was uncomfortably hot and muggy inside, and people soon split up into smaller groups so as to not overcrowd the displays.

When Aiwendil looked up from an explanatory plaquette about the conservation efforts made by the local government he’d been perusing with earnest interest, he was startled to discover that Curumo was still hovering at his side, evidently patiently waiting for him to finish.

“Would you like to go see the tunnel?” he asked sheepishly. From where he stood, he’d seen his colleagues rush through the hallway that cut right through one of the bigger aquariums, and he’d been irrationally dismayed by their lack of patience and admiration for their unique surroundings.

“The glass is solid, right?” Aiwendil mumbled. “I’m not a superb swimmer.”

“If it should collapse, swimming would be least of your worries,” Curumo assured him in what he only realised had been more of a threat than a kindness when Aiwendil’s eyes widened in sudden alarm. “Nonsense, the glass is perfectly safe. Come!”

Since that night when Curumo’s thin, firm lips had driven him half to distraction, Aiwendil had never received another invitation of any kind, so he was not about to forego this one. He lurched into motion.

Standing in the flickering darkness, he felt his heartbeat quicken and his cheeks warm up as he listened to Curumo explain the different species that were gliding past them with majestic equanimity.

Aiwendil was a creature made for verdant forests and muddy ground, so—between the ever-shifting hues of dark blue and sea green and Curumo’s intense gaze—he felt as if he was floating through a foreign, not entirely soothing world.

“Oh, look at that school!” Curumo suddenly exclaimed softly, his long finger pointing at a silvery cloud of tiny fish.

“They look like stars,” Aiwendil mumbled, awe-struck, and then immediately ducked his head in anticipation of the harsh reprimand for having spoken such a silly, unnecessary observation.

“They rather do, yes,” Curumo mused.

“Is that a ray?” Aiwendil asked breathlessly to distract himself from the surge of unbidden, yet indomitable hope.

“So it is,” Curumo whispered. He was mesmerised by the way the light, reflecting off the innumerable bellies of passing fishes, danced upon Aiwendil’s gently smiling face. Why did he always have to look so enviably happy?

For months, Curumo had more or less consciously tried to dim that fierce light of compelling optimism and pure joy lest it break down all his walls and overcome his cautious reservations.

Standing here felt oddly intimate—he was used to seeing Aiwendil under the bright, flickering lights of the coffee shop, his hair tied back and his best customer service smile plastered across his cute face, but this dreamy, undeniably private smile inevitably awakened something dark and dangerous in the depths of Curumo’s heart and soul.

He leaned forward ever so slightly.

“Batman, I mean Sea Batman, won’t like this,” Melkor hooted from behind a corner and was promptly shushed by Mairon who dragged him away to look at a fearsome octopus instead.

“Sea Batman,” Aiwendil chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to and fro between Curumo’s intense expression and the majestic ray hovering above them like a living parasol.

“Don’t listen to him,” Curumo laughed. “We’re on holiday—he’s not our boss right now.”

“He’s always our boss,” Aiwendil started to protest but his display of unconditional loyalty to his place of work and his superiors was silenced by the brush of blessedly cool lips against his own.

The featherlight touch was silken and smooth, just as Aiwendil imagined the sleek bodies floating around them to feel under his twitching fingers.

The oppressive, damp heat of the tunnel seemed to grow inexorably, but that long-awaited kiss nevertheless felt like a soothing caress of cool water and fresh air against Aiwendil’s burning skin.

As from far away, they heard their colleagues declare that they’d seen enough.

“Let them go,” Curumo murmured. “They won’t miss us. We’ll find our own way.”

The thought of having dinner alone with his most cherished foe made the tall man grin sharply. “You’ve proven that you can steer us safely through the city, haven’t you?”

At one, Aiwendil nodded proudly.

They waited for another 5 minutes, giggling and kissing like schoolboys under the motionless, expressionless gaze of thousands of aquatic spectators before they left, breathing in the clean, cool night air greedily.

“Let’s not switch rooms,” Curumo laughed, took Aiwendil’s arm, and started walking towards the city centre.

Thank you for reading and sorry for the delay!

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I Wanna Be Your Slave - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you out to celebrate your birthday, but when you surprise him, he loses his mind. Just a little.

Warnings: Mature themes but it is just a makeout, albeit a spicy one. Kissing, biting if you look hard enough, grabby hands, Eddie being weak for his beautiful girlfriend, swearing, gooeyness, food and drink mention

A/N: This is sort of set in the AU universe of Darkness At The Heart Of My Love, hence Rocksteady and Eddies uncle (you'll see)

A/N 2: This is a little indulgent piece for my beautiful, amazing partner in crime, @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ! Happy Birthday, my love!! I hope you have the most amazing day, you deserve it! Thank you so much for our friendship, for supporting me and listening to me ramble. It's an honour to be your friend and i'm getting gushy so i' going to stop now🥰

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“Eddie, you do realise someone could walk in, right?”

“Shhh, baby, I really could not fucking care right now. Look at you – fuck, how can I think about anything else now, huh?” His hands grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer even though there was no closer left. The space between you was less than a breath, the heat of his body searing into yours.

You were both in the storeroom - of all places - at Rocksteady, the bar that Eddie’s uncle Denny – his mothers brother – owned. It was a gorgeous place, the walls covered in posters and polaroids, neon signs making an ambient glow that was both cosy and welcoming. The air smelt like delicious food from Sammy’s kitchen, music constantly playing of course. It was an extension of Eddie’s trailer, the welcoming buzz of rock and metalheads that looked intimidating but were really just softies.

The soft chuckle left your throat, melting into a gentle moan when Eddie’s lips found their way to your neck, mouthing over the skin as he wound a ringed hand into your hair to tug it back, exposing more of your throat, “And if your uncle walked in? Or your aunt?” Fuck, his lips felt like heaven as they grazed over your pulse point, making what little care you were pretending to have quickly fade away.

Eddie pressed you further into the wall, his silky curls brushing against your skin, “Then I’d tell him to fuck off, because I have more important things to do, like worship my sweetheart, who looks like a goddamn goddess in my clothes on her birthday.” He let out a breath against your skin, a soft shudder running down his body, “Fuck.” He melted again, having to take a moment, hands tightening on your waist almost in restraint.

He still wasn’t over it.

You’d walked in about forty-five minutes ago, ready to celebrate your birthday with your friends, and to have a little mischief yourself. Just before you left, you’d seen Eddie’s battle vest hanging on the back of your dresser chair so… Of course, you’d slipped it on, the worn denim soft and imbued with his rich scent, pine trees and rain, a little smoky and just unmistakably him.

You loved the way it fit on your body, embracing you just as he did – and it was evident how much Eddie loved it from the second you walked into Rocksteady and the poor boy couldn’t get a full word out when he came to greet you at the door.

“Fuck baby, look at you – this is my jacket, mine and you’re – shit, it looks insane on you.”

“God, you can keep this – fuck, you can have all my clothes if it means you look like this all the time – this is mine-“

He couldn’t stop staring at you, those chocolate eyes drinking in the sight of your form wearing his clothes proudly. Not only because you looked like heaven, but because he still wasn’t over how proudly you displayed your love for him. You wore his clothes, held his hand, and kissed him in public, talked about him and his music and campaigns to anyone you met. You wore the guitar pick he’d given you on a chain with every outfit and had even made a Corroded Coffin t-shirt.

As the evening had gone on, the drinks and food and laughter with your friends, his hands were creeping further and further along your body. Trailing over your thigh, sliding across your shoulders and back, rubbing up your neck with his nails grazing your hair.

Over and over, his head slipping to your shoulder, lips mouthing over your neck whenever the others weren’t looking, until you’d gotten up to get more drinks and Eddie had followed you like a puppet on a string, at your feet, hand slipping into yours before he pulled you past the bar, down a corridor, a tiny set of steps and into the cool storeroom.

And here you were.

Pinned to the wall by your boyfriend’s hands and body, whilst he grazed his teeth along that point on your neck that had you weak at the knees and breathing his name just as your head tilted back against the wall. “I just can’t get over how fucking good you look.” He groaned into your neck, lifting his head when you tugged at his hair, “What is it, baby? Tell me what it is you want, I’ll give it you – Fuck, I’ll give you anything.” His eyes were blown out, dark like a midnight sky, locked onto you and completely, utterly yours. He was yours, always.

You slid a hand to his jaw, feeling the faint brush of stubble against your palms and you gently traced the plush shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “Kiss me, Eddie. Please.” You lifted your own eyes to his, eyes that could make you feel untethered in the middle of a storm, but also safer than anything in your entire life.

Eddie nodded faintly, his face turning soft and molten and he ducked his head to meet yours, his nose grazing the length of your own as he breathed, “I love you, so much.” Before his lips were on yours and that was where coherent thought ended.

Everything became him, his taste, the brush of his tongue to yours, the rumbles in the back of his throat that mirrored your own.

It was the way his hands grazed and gripped your body with little restraint but still with all the care in the world, like you were the most precious thing in the universe to him, even though he knew you wouldn’t break.

It was the taste of him, the feel of his body against yours, something you would recognise blind.

The beat of your hearts, falling in unison as you drowned in each other and the ever-present heat that never went away, no matter how long you had been together. It would always be there, because you were constantly learning new things about each other, falling in love a little more.

Eventually, when he had kissed you so thoroughly you almost forgot your name, you broke apart; if only because you were both gasping for breath and looking at each other with a simmering fire that meant you could have to leave your own birthday celebration earlier.

You blinked at him, before you both let out a soft little breathy laugh and you dropped your forehead against his shoulder, feeling his hand curl itself further on the back of your head.

You sucked in a deeper breath, holding it for a second before letting it go, the sound muffled against his shoulder, “At the risk of being a cliché, wow.” The soft chuckle came naturally as you slid your hands down Eddie’s back. It still never failed to amaze you how he could take your breath away – literally – with just a make out. It didn’t need to be tumbling over whatever surface was nearby with minimal clothing, sometimes it could just be the two of you drowning in each other's kisses.

Eddie hummed a similar soft chuckle into your hair, his hands now rubbing up and down your arms like a gentle come down to ground you, “At the risk of sounding like a cliché, I agree.” He grinned against your forehead, brushing his lips over the skin to plant a soft kiss between your eyebrows, “You can wear my clothes more often.”

“Eddie, you do realise I wear your clothes more than I wear my own, right?” You leant back just enough to raise an eyebrow at him, laughter clear on your face, along with the soft flush over your cheeks and your kiss-swollen lips.

Your boyfriend drunk in the sight of you with those gorgeous doe eyes, the honey rich chocolate glimmering with joy and adoration, and maybe a little bit of smugness that he made you look so ruffled up, “Hey, so you admit it then!!” He grinned, all pretty and yours, “You always denied it before and now I finally have my confession.”

You rolled your eyes with playful exasperation, giving his chest a pretend shove, “Oh, shut up, you love it. As proven just now.” You raised both eyebrows now, unable to stop the stupid grin on your lips.

Eddie matched it still, letting you push him away but his hands on your arms just pulled you with him away from the wall, close to his body because even the thought of parting, even just a few centimeters, was too much.  “Oh yeah? How’d you work that one out, gorgeous?” He cocked his head in that way of his, curls bouncing around his shoulders.

Again, you mirrored him, moving so your feet were between his, gently nudging him back toward the door, “Because whenever I wear your clothes, you can’t keep your hands off of me, and you turn into a babbling, blushing mess.”

He blinked at you, cheeks indeed flushing softly even as you opened the door and the sounds of the bar came back to greet you. But then he beamed once again, shrugging lightly, “I have no shame in that, sweetheart. You know I’m always at your knees, so why would I hide it?” He ducked down to kiss your cheek, then peck your lips before pushing the door open and letting you duck under his arm.

It was your turn to flush softly as you walked out, turning to look at him, “You’re a dork, you know that?” God, you fucking loved him.

Eddie swept into a bow before looping his arm around your shoulders, “I’m your dork.” He drew you in close, kissing the top of your rumpled hair because he couldn’t stop himself, “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”