#yep back to my earlier posting time today

[rhys-ravenfeather]

Anyway, in honor of Asexual Awareness Week, a very 'F You' to my one coworker from some years ago, whose response to me saying that I wasn't interested in getting a partner was to ask: 'Who hurt you?' And then, when I told him, honestly, that nobody hurt me, to say: 'It's okay, you don't have to lie.'

[wondrluv]

୨୧ protective, not possessive ; pb5

➪ summary: another win for the huskies means another night out at a bar celebrating. but when your trip to the bathroom takes a little longer than your girlfriend thinks it should, she's balancing on the edge of protectiveness and possessiveness.

➪ warnings: a brief unwanted touch, too much use of look, gaze, stare, and any other synonym for those

➪ word count: 1.7k

➪ emma's notes: i've had this in my drive for a month now and i'm finally able to post it ! i think i like it, idk guys it's past midnight rn. anyway, i wanted to say thank you again for 1k, i'm positively over the moon with the amount of love you've given me. i hope you guys enjoy the fic !

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After dating Paige for a few months now, you had grown accustomed to going out after wins and celebrating with her and the team. Even though going out and getting semi-dressed up was not your thing, you would do it for her every time she asked. 

Tonight was no different, your jacket was discarded due to the heat of the packed bar, the slightly revealing shirt you had picked out earlier in the day on display, and jeans hugging your thighs in just the right way that made everyone’s heads turn towards you.

You sat next to Paige, her arm wrapped loosely around your waist as she twisted her glass in her other hand, talking to KK and Azzi. The situation was familiar, something you had done millions of times, jokes you had heard before, but for whatever reason, tonight felt off. 

Maybe it was the test you took today, a new weight off your shoulders you hadn’t felt in so long, or maybe it was the fact that you knew your room was in a messy state and you knew that that was what you had to go back to after this. Whatever it was, it left an uneasy feeling, a growing pit in your stomach.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you looked over at your girlfriend, watching her laugh at something one of the others had said. You didn’t want to worry her, you just needed a moment to compose yourself. So you reached for her t-shirt, tugging slightly to get her attention, sucking in a breath as her gaze met yours.

Her smile was still present when she looked over at you but her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion at the sight of your distressed expression, something that only she was able to detect. She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a murmur, “You okay, ma?”

You nodded, letting your fake bubbly presence consume you, “Yep, totally fine. Just need to pee, I’ll be back.”

She nodded, watching you carefully as you slipped out of her hold, pushing your way through the crowd of bodies toward the back of the bar where the restrooms were. She let herself focus back on the conversation at hand, easily falling back into the rhythm of it. 

She was almost too far into it to notice that you had been gone for more than 10 minutes, but when she reached for your hand to play with the rings on your fingers she remembered where you had gone. She scanned the bar for any sign of you but was left with a frown when she couldn’t find you. 

She excused herself from the table, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she followed the path you had taken earlier to the bathroom. And if she hadn’t been staring down every single person in that building like they had done something to hurt you, she wouldn’t have found you against the wall, talking animatedly about something to a guy who stood in front of you. 

Her eyes narrowed, taking a step toward the two of you but was cut off by an eager woman who was holding a pen and a napkin in her hand. Paige tried her best to give her a kind smile, keeping the protectiveness pushed down as she talked, “Hi.”

“Hi, I’m so sorry to interrupt but my niece absolutely adores you, and I was just wondering if I could have your autograph so I could give it to her.”

She let her smile turn genuine as she heard her explanation, nodding and taking the items from the woman’s hand, scribbling her signature across the white napkin before passing it back to her. She sighed softly when she finally left her alone, redirecting her eyes to where you were standing and she swore you had upped the wattage of your smile even more than when she saw you before.

This time, she avoided any more interruptions as she made her way to the two of you, stopping just to the side of you, hands back in her pockets.

Neither of you noticed at first, your mouth still moving faster than your brain could comprehend. He had a small look of fondness in his eyes as he looked at you, nodding along to each word you said. 

You on the other hand, despite talking so happily, had thought you had made it clear that you were the furthest from interested in him. 

You bumped into him on your way out of the bathroom, in the small corridor that split between the men’s and women’s doors. You had caught wind of something he had been saying to his friend, something that you instantly recognized as one of your many hyperfixations and you wasted no time launching into a conversation with him, your tendency to ramble on and on overtook you in seconds. 

You barely registered his hand reaching out to place on your hip, but the soft brush of his fingers against your exposed skin caused you to jump, excitement washing off your expression.

Paige’s protective instincts kicked in, reaching to intercept his second attempt of grabbing you, wrapping her arm around your waist, and glaring at the guy.

She looked down at you, finally tearing her heated stare from him. She softened immediately, squeezing your hip and giving you a lazy smile to make you more comfortable, “Everything okay, ma?”

You were getting a wave of deja vu as she asked the question, the feeling you had earlier coming back. You gave her a hesitant nod, glancing over at the guy who stood there, slightly awe-struck at the sight of you two together.

He gulped nervously when the fire returned to Paige, “You two are dating?”

The blond nodded, pushing you slightly behind her, not wanting you to be in his direct line of sight anymore. However the guy didn’t want to push his luck, between the look on your girlfriend’s face and the weight of eyes from the table across the bar where the team sat, it was enough to have him muttering an apology and practically running off towards another group of girls. 

She waited until he was far enough away from the small corner you were in to turn and look at you, studying your face intently. Despite the scrutiny she had you under, you couldn’t help but smile and relax, peering up at her with what she could call your signature doe eyes, ones that made her want to drop everything and kiss you, bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Did he say something before that? Make you uncomfortable?”

You shook your head, still having yet to say a word to her since you left for the bathroom nearing 20 minutes ago at this point. It irked her in the slightest, usually, you were talking her ear off - just like you were doing earlier with that guy - about some new TV show you started watching or a new recipe you found on TikTok, but now she could barely get a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ out of you.

“Babe you sure he didn’t do anything, because you know I’ll-”

“Paige,” you interrupted, voice soft but firm enough that she shut her mouth as soon as she heard it. 

You rose on your tiptoes, kissing her cheek, “I’m fine. I promise, we were just talking and the touch caught me off guard, it was harmless.”

“Didn’t look harmless. Looked like you were gonna crap your pants.” She grumbled, dropping her hands to her side.

A laugh bubbled out of you and she finally cracked a smile, little but noticeable. She loved making you laugh, it was the easiest thing for her to do but every time she did she felt like she had won the championship, as cheesy as it was. 

“I did not look like that.” 

“Sure you didn’t. I’m positive you would’ve ruined this perfectly good pair of jeans if he said one more thing about- what were you even talking about?”

You turned sheepish as you mumbled out your hyper-fixation to her, causing her to roll her eyes in return.

“Alright, if that conversation continued, I probably would’ve punched him for making you have to get rid of my favorite pair of jeans on you.”

“Paige, stop. I didn’t look like that.” Your protest was whiney and your lips formed a pout as you continued to stare up at her. 

The tiny smile she had widened into a grin as she reached a hand towards your hair, moving it over your shoulder and letting her fingers rest against the back of your neck, thumb grazing your jawline steadily, “You’re right. You looked gorgeous just standing there, baby. You get that glow around you when you ramble.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you knew it had nothing to do with the growing crowd on the dance floor a few feet away from you. The new pink tint to your cheeks only caused Paige to smirk more. She didn’t say anything though, using her other hand to your hip and bringing you impossibly close, your foreheads resting against each other. 

If you were aware of any looks on you before, you weren’t now, every noise and blur of color fading into the background as your eyes bore into hers. 

And the two of you stayed like that for at most 30 seconds but to you two, it felt like hours. You closed your eyes as she let her thumb brush across your cheek, letting whatever stress and uneasiness that lingered go away, a distant memory of the past. 

“I’m always going to be there to protect you, you know that right?”

You hadn’t heard her voice that unsure in a long time, and maybe you were imagining it but when you opened your eyes again, you saw the unmistakable uncertainty on her face. You frowned, “‘course I know that. Would never doubt your possessive nature.”

She scoffed, “I wasn’t being possessive. Just cautious.”

“Oh is that what we’re calling it now?” 

The two of you started to make your way back to the table, her hand intertwining with yours, swinging your arms back and forth. 

“Next time,” she spoke after a beat, voice teasing. “I’m going to the bathroom with you.”

“Not possessive my ass.”  You muttered, but you should’ve known better than to think she wouldn’t hear it because soon her hand did meet your ass, another grin on her face.

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VERITASERUM. - LHS

; SYNOPSIS - after gryffindor’s victorious quidditch match earlier in the day, celebrations ensue in the common room that night, and you find yourself dragged into a game of magical truth or dare. when you make eye contact with lee heeseung, your best friend since diapers, the smirk on his face has you dreading whatever question or dare he sends your way. 

"do you want to kiss me?"

; PAIRING - heeseung x gn!reader

; WC - 2.8k

; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, barely any angst, hogwarts au, childhood best friends to lovers, gryffindor!heeseung, griffindor!r, truth or dare/spin the bottle trope ; WARNINGS - underage drinking (Plz don’t do this !!!!), kissing

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! i don’t really have anything to say lol

the best thing about being a gryffindor?

the parties.

granted, students will always celebrate a win, no matter what house they belong to. but gryffindor was known to host the best post-match parties. (but maybe you're a little biased.)

gryffindor had won the quidditch match against ravenclaw earlier today by a landslide. that's the fifth time in a row that your house has won in a match - all thanks to heeseung, the team's captain; your childhood best friend since you were eight.

oh, and your crush of five years.

once the match ended, you wasted no time running down to the pitch to congratulate your friend. when heeseung caught sight of you approaching, his face broke into an achingly wide grin, one that sent your heart into overdrive. he spread his arms wide and enveloped you in a hug before spinning you around as you tucked your nose into the nook between his neck and shoulder. he smelled of grass and dirt and was coated in sweat, but it didn't matter to you.

"gross," jake's voice ruins the moment.

looking over heeseung's shoulder, you find jake scrunching his nose at you two.

"couldn't you save the PDA for when you're in private?"

you pulled away from heeseung's embrace and cross your arms across yourself in embarrassment. you missed his warmth immediately. he groans as you retreat from his arms.

somewhere along the journey of growing up, innocent hugs with your best friend gained more implications to their meanings.

"always ruining things," heeseung mutters as he turns to his teammate.

"suddenly, i can't hear," jake smiles with mock-sweetness. he turns to you and nods in acknowledgement. "see you at the party later, y/n?"

"this one over here would never let me miss one," you roll your eyes playfully, nudging heeseung in the side.

by the time you came down from your dorm to the common room, the festivities were in full-blast. half the students looked either tipsy or well on their way to being full-out drunk. you could see people from other houses trickling into the red and gold of the gryffindor common room, streamers and balloons decorating the walls.

"y/n!" you looked to find jay, one of heeseung's friends, had called you over.

"hey," you greeted. pointing at his cup, you asked, "what's that?"

"well, it was originally a non-alcoholic cocktail, but someone had added a full bottle of firewhiskey to the mix."

"ah, so that explains the situation..." you nod in in understanding.

jay pursed his lips. "yeah, and since no one here really drinks much, you can imagine how low the tolerance around here is," he says as he gestures to the common room filled with stumbling and giddy teenagers.

you cringe as you see someone crash into a table, causing the game of wizarding chess another student had been playing on it to fall to the ground. yep, there'll be quite a mess after tonight.

"where's heeseung?" you asked the slytherin, looking around curiously.

"he's gone back upstairs to get something." jay looked at you as he sipped from his drink. "why, is my presence more boring than your boyfriend's?"

"he's not my boyfriend!" you denied, shaking your head so hard it started to hurt.

jay chuckled at your flushed reaction. "relax, i'm just teasing."

"i know," you deflate, pointedly looking away.

it's at that moment you spot jake walking up to you two.

"guys! come here, let's play a game."

"what game?"

"truth or dare." then, he grinned mischievously. "with a twist."

"i don't like the sound of this," you say immediately.

"c'mon, don't you want to play?"

"not really, no thanks."

"everyone's joining, let's go!"

and with that, you were left with no choice but to follow as jay and jake all but dragged you by your wrists.

you all sat around the fire place, with ten or more other students joining in on the fun.

heeseung finally joined just before it started, sitting just opposite you in the circle. you two share a secret smile, one that has you almost forgetting there were other people with you in the moment.

he wore a simple black button up, with the last few left open, allowing the world to see the smooth skin of his collarbones. paired with his black undercut, it was honestly a very simple outfit. it's the little details that made him all the more attractive, and it brought your attention to his pink lips. soft and light in contrast to his dark appearance.

the corners tug upwards into a smile, and you realise he's noticed you looking. you turn away ashamedly and pointedly engage beomgyu in a conversation, ignoring the burning gaze set on you.

jake summons cups full of the (now alcoholic) cocktail in front of everyone, before placing an empty bottle of firewhiskey in the center of the circle. you get a trickle of suspicion that he's the cause behind all of this, but you shrug it off.

"okay. so, as per the rules of the game, whoever spins the bottle is the one asking a question or giving a dare. the person the bottle lands on is on the receiving end of it. if you absolutely can't answer the question or do the dare, then take a swig from the cup." jake then shrugs, stating, "be a pussy and test your alcohol-tolerance, or grow some balls and stay sober."

"you said there was a twist," you remind him. these were all rules of a typical truth or dare game, everyone knew them.

"right you are, y/n!" he smiled brightly, clicking his fingers at you. with a swirl of his wand, he summons a familiar vial labelled 'veritaserum'.

a chill goes down your spine.

"truth serum? wait, isn't it like- illegal to misuse it like this? aren't we breaking some rule about students not being allowed to use veritaserum?"

"it's only breaking the rules if you get caught," he winks. "so, if you choose truth, you have to take three drops of this. that way, we'll know you're definitely not lying, seeing as you can't lie with this in your system." you begin to wonder how many rules jake's broken in the name of fun.

"ready?"

and the games started.

an hour into truth or dare, your cup was half empty.

by this point, jake had half of his left eyebrow singed off, yunjin had become a human magnet, and beomgyu’s mouth and nose had been transfigured into a duck beak. you yourself had half your hair jinxed to a red so bright it hurt everyone’s eyes, but that’s a story for another day.

everyone agreed not to take more than three drops of the truth serum, since no one was really interested in finding out what might happen if they overdosed. besides, the effect lasts up ‘til the morning, so there wasn't really any need to take more every time you chose truth.

not that you chose that option, anyway. the bottle had landed on you a grand total of five times, and you’d chosen dare each time.

it’s not like you had anything to hide, you tell yourself. you just like a bit of challenge, right? right.

after heeseung admitted to having used felix felicis at least once during his games (a little luck never hurt anyone, especially when they won those games), it was his turn to spin the bottle.

heeseung reached for the bottle; you waited with baited breath as it spun around.

every spin that cursed bottle took, you could hear your heart pounding louder and louder in your ears. please not you.

please not you pleasenotyou please-

you lean back and look up to whatever being out there decided to play with you today, because of course it stopped, nose pointed at you.

one look at heeseung’s face doesn’t quelm the uneasiness you’re feeling.

the corner of his lips are quirked up into a subtle smirk, one you can only see because you’ve known him for so long; memorised his behaviour patterns. not even the buzz from the alcohol could stop you from noticing that he’s planning something.

“go nice on me, hee. dare.”

“c’mon, y/n. that’s the fourth dare. are you hiding something from us?” a relatively sober jake asks with a raised eyebrow.

“no, it’s just more fun to complete dares,” you defend yourself.

“it’s fun to tell the truth, too,” heeseung remarks. his intense stare sets a fire in your stomach ablaze. there’s a mix of curiosity and challenge in his eyes.

"just give me a dare," you sigh.

heeseung shakes his head. "i won't ask anything too bad," he says, but you want to accuse him of lying. his questions this game have been the most brutal. and his insistence on getting a truth hints to you that there's a question he really wants to ask.

"please? i'll buy you that one bag you wanted."

"are you talking about the dragonskin one? i only mentioned that once," you say, surprised. your best friend just shrugged and waited for your answer.

if he still planned to hang out with you after this question, then maybe he really didn't plan to ask about your feelings, not in front of all these people, at least. but if you said no, you know heeseung would never pressure you into choosing the truth.

maybe you should have done all the dares you were given, if only so you would have been in the right mind.

otherwise, you would never have asked jake for the vial of veritaserum, which had everyone (who wasn't flat out drunk and were still following the game) cheering loudly.

"truth," you stared heeseung in the eye, gathering fake confidence after your three drops of veritaserum. heeseung grinned that pretty smile of his.

"do you want to kiss me?"

yeah, no. you were a liar (at least, before you took the truth serum). that fake confidence fell away instantly. had you really been looking at his lips that much the whole evening?

"dare." just because you took the serum doesn't mean you can't choose to not answer.

heeseung's smile widened, as if he'd already gotten his answer. he leans in, closer to the center. closer to you.

"i dare you to kiss me."

'oouuhh's and whistles echoes throughout the room, and people who hadn't joined the game turned towards the circle curiously.

you slapped your hands to your mouth in shock, you hadn't expected him to be so upfront. he sat and waited, whether for you to answer his question, or act on his dare.

you don't know if it was the firewhiskey, the chants of everyone saying 'kiss! kiss! kiss!', or maybe the electricity in the air between you two. maybe it was all three, plus the feelings you harboured over these last few years. whatever the case was didn't matter though - not when you went in for it anyway.

in a swift moment, you captured his lips in a kiss, which he reciprocated in pulling you closer, his hands firm on your shoulders. all of your feelings and thoughts pour into the action, setting aside all of the hesitation and doubt to immerse yourself just for a moment.

you couldn't break away, and neither did he. his lips were soft, but so full of life and emotion, fueling you to kiss him harder. a flickering thought that maybe, he felt the same. a small hope that your feelings for him weren't so unrequited. it was exhilarating, treading on that fine line between friends and lovers.

you'll probably realise it was a mistake later on, a kiss that never should have happened between two friends. because friends don't kiss, and yet, you can't seem to pull away.

when you finally did though, heeseung kept you in place, his arm draped around your waist.

"wait," he huffed, panting and trying to catch his breath. you could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts.

you'd been avoiding this, because you had an inkling feeling about the words words he wanted to say, but couldn't. you were honestly scared of what they were: rejection? saying he knew you liked him, but didn't feel the same? pity? disgust?

if he didn't like you back, you would never recover. the end of your friendship - a ten year one all ruined in the blink of an eye. all of the effort you'd put in to it, only to be destroyed by a stupid stupid stupid kiss.

for a long while now, friendly conversations on a winter evening by the fireplace and innocent letters you'd owl to each other's dorm every night no longer seemed to suffice. but you had to accept it, knowing you'd never have a chance with him. so instead, you just avoided that topic whenever the conversation headed in that direction, veering it away to a lighter one.

after all, if you just ran away from the problem, you'd never have to confront it, right? over time, your (five year old) crush will definitely dissipate, right?

and now, you were stuck in an awkward position.

"sorry, can we speak in private?" he looks to jake for permission, who nods with a sparkle in his eye, a smile barely hidden.

heeseung got up from the floor, and dragged you up by your wrist. you tried to ignore all the murmurs, but you couldn't stop yourself from hiding behind your hands. your face was certainly red, and definitely not from the alcohol. you were much more sober now.

when he brought you to a secluded place, heeseung pulled your hands away, and looked at you with concern.

"are you okay? i'm sorry if you felt pressured back there. i shouldn't have done that."

dread filled you, the blood draining from your body and a cool shiver took over.

"you shouldn't have done what? we shouldn't have kissed?" you asked, holding back tears. this was going exactly the way you always imagined.

"what? no!" his eyes widened, speechless for a moment. "y/n, that kiss was everything to me. you don't know how long i've wanted to do that."

you gaped at him, confused. it was your turn to be speechless.

"what do you mean...?"

heeseung leaned back, retreating into himself. he couldn't look at you as he confessed, "i was waiting for the right time to say this, but then i'd be waiting forever.

"i like you, possibly even love you. i don't know when these feelings started, but i realised when jay asked you out last year. i've liked you for way longer before that though.

"i suddenly became aware of how, when everyone cheered for me in my games, it was only ever your voice that mattered. or how much i missed holding your hand in my sleep like we used to as kids. and then you kept looking at me with those eyes earlier, and i just needed to know how your lips felt right then. time feels like it stops when i look at you, i think i'm going a little crazy."

your heart raced, you couldn't believe your ears.

"wait, because i've felt this way for you since we were thirteen. have you really liked me back all this time?"

heeseung turned to you, a meaningful look in his eyes.

"i wouldn't have asked for a kiss if i didn't think about you like that. you're the world to me, and i didn't want to lose you because of how i felt. i don't know where that surge of confidence from earlier came from."

you start to laugh. "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that either," you say simply, relief filling your veins.

"longer than just tonight, i hope?"

"way longer before that," you parroted.

heeseung grinned, and pulled out a gift bag from his back pocket, charmed to hold bigger items.

you gasped. "this is the bag!" you look up at him. "you already bought it?"

it hit you then that this was the 'thing' he'd been getting earlier, back when you spoke with jay.

"i did," he smiled, handing it over to you.

"so when you said that earlier..."

"i planned to give it anyway, whether or not your accepted my dare or not."

"so you're saying i could have avoided all that anyway? i hate you," you folded your arms and rolled your eyes playfully.

"i didn't know you could still lie under veritaserum!" he gasped, with equally as much playfulness in his tone.

"some are less affected," you shrugged.

he laughed before wrapping his arms around you, hanging on the small of your back. you hugged him back, placing a soft kiss on his jaw.

"y/n, please. can i be yours?" he murmured into your neck.

"you always have been."

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zutto — chapter thirteen | wc: 6k | series masterpost | prev. chapter

Chapter summary: Noah and Lia spend the day in Tokyo and visit a certain exhibition that leads to steamy things once they're back in their room.

Reading time: 25mins. aprox.

Tags and trigger warnings:  talks/depictions of rope play and mentions of war and torture (related to historical events), wet dreams, explicit sexual content including teasing, dirty talk, Lia wearing a choker, Lia on her knees, oral sex (Noah receiving), p in v (protected and unprotected), praise kink, “good girl”, Noah restraining Lia’s wrists, slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, fluff. Let me know if I missed sth. 

Say thank you @bluestdai because the wet dream scene was inspired by her fanart of Lia and Noah. 💞

I wanted to post this before I leave on a roadtrip, so I didn't have much time to really revise it. Sorry for any typos or mistakes you might find.

General trigger warnings: this work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction, abuse, & violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised. +18

“Will you stop looking at me like that?” Lia demanded, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she struggled to speak around a mouthful of her fourth tamagoyaki of that morning. Her hand hovered in front of her mouth.

Noah’s grin widened.  “No.”

A crease formed between Lia’s brows as she swallowed. She licked her lips before retorting, “It’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Is it?” Noah asked, his tone playful as he arched an eyebrow. “I love watching you eat. You look adorable. I can’t help it.”

Her face grew even warmer. 

“It makes me self-conscious,” she mumbled, glancing at the empty plate in front of her. “That was my fourth tamagoyaki...” 

Noah, who had finished his breakfast minutes earlier, continued to watch her, his elbows resting on the countertop of the kitchen isle. Grandma, ever busy, had flitted off to another part of the house barely five minutes ago. 

“Want another one?” Noah asked.

Lia’s eyes widened in alarm. Before she could reply, he raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. 

“I’m not teasing! I’m serious! I love the way you enjoy food. That’s all.”

Lia hesitated, her eyes darting to the tray where the remaining tamagoyakis were arranged in two perfect rows. Temptation gnawed at her, but her stomach was already satisfyingly full.

“I’m good,” she said, brushing her fingers on a napkin. She made a mental note to ask Grandma for the recipe before returning to the States. No Japanese restaurant back home could replicate the unique taste of Grandma’s cooking, and she was sure neither could she—nor Noah, for that matter. But she was willing to try. 

Just then, Hana bustled back into the kitchen, her white hair neatly gathered into a bun. She carried a pile of freshly washed kitchen rags that she quickly stored in a drawer. 

“Why don’t you take the rest with you?” she suggested, gestuing toward the food tray and already pulling a plastic container from the cupboard. “You’re spending the day out, right?” she asked, glancing between them.

“Yep,” Noah confirmed.

“Better to have something on hand,” Grandma insisted. “Just in case.”

“We’re planning to eat out,” Lia pointed out, standing from the stool.

“For later,” Grandma said with a knowing smile. Without waiting for further protests, she began packing the tamagoyaki along with a couple of small juice bottles.

Lia shrugged, catching Noah’s amused expression. Despite herself, she couldn’t hold back a grin.

As Grandma finished packing their food, Noah and Lia headed upstairs to change out of their pajamas. Today, they were planning to explore Tokyo on their own after spending most of their stay so far indulging in Grandma’s company and taking her to places. 

They made the bed together and Lia opened the balcony doors to let some fresh air in. While Noah was checking his hair in the bathroom, Lia stepped out and leaned against the railing of the bedroom balcony, dressed in black leggings, a white shirt, and a soft denim jacket that would later pair with her boots. She took a few deep breaths and admired the beauty of the scenery before her before plucking her phone out of a pocket and moving her fingers deftly over the display, the cold morning air tinging her nose pink as her eyes scanned the information. 

“Lia, you ready?” Noah’s voice called from behind.

“Yeah.” Lia turned to face him, hesitating for a moment before adding, “Noah?”

“Hm?”

“I found this exhibition...” She waved her phone slightly, her expression both eager and uncertain. “I thought we could go.”

“What kind of exhibition?” Noah asked, crossing the room to get a closer look at her phone screen.

“It’s a... Shibari exhibition,” Lia explained with a casual tone. But her gaze was watchful, eyeing Noah and unsure of what his reply would be. 

Noah’s eyebrows lifted.

Before he could say anything, she quickly added, “I’d like to see it.”

For a moment, Noah simply studied her. Then, with a shrug and an easy smile, he spread his arms. “If you want to go, I’m in. Where is it?”

“Not far from Tokyo’s center,” Lia added, relief evident in her voice.

“Then let’s do it,” Noah said. He extended his hand toward her. “Shall we?”

No matter how full they still felt after the hearty breakfast at Grandma’s, the bustling energy of Tokyo’s center and the amount of cafés was enough to draw them in for another warm drink—and Lia’s fifth tamagoyaki of the day—. After stepping out of the cab and strolling through narrow streets lined with shops and neon signs, they stopped at a cozy café. They talked idly as the indulged in steaming sencha tea and they watched the city’s rhythm outside the window. Lia connected her phone to the café’s free Wi-Fi and googled their way to the exhibition venue. The map showed it was only a fifteen-minute walk, so they set off and managed to make it there without stopping in too many stores. 

The venue was tucked away on a quieter street north of the city center, its sleek modern exterior standing out against the older buildings nearby. The gallery’s enormous windows offered glimpses of the artwork inside, making Lia and Noah pause by the first window, leaning close to peer in.

The gallery was expansive. The walls they could see were adorned by vintage, A4-sized photographs. Beneath each image, a foam block appeared to hold neat inscriptions in Japanese and English, perhaps with details about the photos. Deeper inside the venue, Noah and Lia caught flashes of different lights, red ropes and abstract installations.

Lia turned to Noah, biting her lip briefly but eyes sparking. She grabbed his hand and tugged.

“Let’s go.”

Noah smirked, charmed by her enthusiasm, and let her take the lead.

At the entrance, they were surprised to learn there was no fee. The receptionist, a woman in her forties with kind eyes and a nice smile, welcomed them. She handed each of them a brochure and explained the exhibition’s layout: the first section showcased historical photographs from the Edo period. The following ones contained suspended rope installations, live demonstrations, and at the end they would find a workshop space for learning basic knotting techniques, and even a literary and philosophical corner for quiet reflection. Souvenirs, books, and rope could be purchased at the store located at the very end of the exhibition. 

“Feel free to explore at your own pace,” the woman added. “There’s a live demonstration that will start in about thirty minutes, near the back.”

Lia clutched her brochure, her eyes already scanning the gallery, while Noah gave the receptionist a polite nod before following Lia inside.

Initially, the vastness of the gallery and the weight of the artwork’s themes made Lia hesitate. She lingered near the first exhibit, a collection of photographs depicting the use of rope in Edo-period hojojutsu, a martial art once used for restraining prisoners. The photographs were stark and evocative, showing the artistry that elevated the utilitarian knots into something symbolic.

Lia felt Noah stiffen slightly beside her, adjusting his black cap, his posture reserved. She glanced up to see his brows furrowed in concentration, perhaps grappling with the unfamiliar context and maybe wondering the repercussions of someone spotting him there. Wanting to reassure him, she reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

Their eyes roamed over the photographs, analyzing the intricate interplay of shadow and light that emphasized the delicacy of the knots. One picture captured a prisoner kneeling with a calm expression, their arms bound behind them in an arrangement so precise it resembled a lattice of branches. Another photograph showed a ceremonial display of knots, the prisoner’s posture one of poised dignity despite their restrained state. Each knot seemed to convey a story of its own, involving control, power, but also elegance and care. It was strange and yet, fascinating.

“Look at this one,” Lia murmured, pointing to an image of a woman dressed in a kimono, her hands tied with a flourish that mirrored the folds of her garment. “It’s beautiful.”

Noah nodded, his brow still furrowed. “It is,” he admitted, his voice low, almost reluctant. “But looks complicated.”

They moved into the next section, where the gallery shifted from history to abstract art. Ropes hung suspended from the ceiling, looping and twisting in gravity-defying arcs. Some installations were simple, resembling waves or vines, while others were chaotic tangles that seemed to pulse with energy.

Lia stopped in front of one particularly piece—a massive web of crimson rope that seemed to expand and contract with the airflow in the room. At its center was a suspended a gold ornament, bound so intricately that it seemed to hover like a captured treasure.

“How the hell did they do this,” Noah muttered to himself, his curiosity breaking through his earlier reserve. He stepped closer, crouching slightly to observe the knots securing the installation to the floor and ceiling. “It’s flawless. If you pull at one knot, the whole thing would collapse.”

“Kind of like trust,” Lia said thoughtfully.

He glanced up at her, caught off guard by her comment.

“Yeah,” he said after a pause. “Like trust.”

They lingered for a few moments before following the signs toward the live demonstration. The corridor opened into a large space with seating arranged in a semicircle around a low platform. A few people were already gathered, chatting quietly or flipping through their brochures.

On the platform, a man and a woman prepared for the demonstration. The woman was standing in the center, barefoot and wearing a beige tight bodysuit. The man was dressed in simple black clothes. He was arranging coils of rope on a low table beside him.

Noah and Lia found a spot where to stand on the side, close enough to see the details but not so close as to feel conspicuous. Lia noticed Noah’s posture relax slightly as he leaned forward, his cap shielding his face from view momentarily as his arm rubbed at Lia’s shoulder.

Moments later, the room quieted and the demonstrator stepped forward, bowing slightly before addressing the audience. 

“Thank you for joining us today. What you are about to see is a traditional art form that blends discipline and creativity. It requires trust, communication, and respect between the participants.”

A mix of curiosity and reverence settled over the room.

As the demonstration began, the audience watched. The demonstrator moved with a calm, rhythmic precision, guiding the rope around his partner’s arms and torso in fluid motions. Each knot was a statement, each loop a deliberate choice.

The demonstrator began with a length of smooth, red rope, holding it as though it were a living thing. He stepped behind his partner and guided her hands together at the small of her back. With a single motion, he looped the rope around her wrists, his fingers dancing as he secured the first knot. 

The room had grown so quiet that the soft rustle of the rope against the woman’s skin was audible, every sound amplified in the stillness. The demonstrator wrapped the rope twice more, forming clean, parallel lines that looked as though they had been measured with a ruler. He paused briefly to check her posture, a silent exchange passing between them before he resumed his work, the ends of the rope weaving into a decorative knot that held the arrangement in place.

Lia felt her breath catch as she watched. The movements were hypnotic. She could feel Noah’s steady breathing behind her, as well as the way his chest rose and fell a little more deeply than before. 

As the man finished securing the final knot, the woman flexed her fingers, the subtle movement testing the hold. The demonstrator stepped back, bowing slightly to acknowledge the completion of the first step. The woman returned the bow, her restrained hands adding an unexpected grace to the gesture.

The audience remained silent. The room felt charged, as though everyone was holding their breath in unison.

Lia shifted slightly, and that was when she noticed how close Noah had leaned in. She could feel the faint warmth of his breath near her ear, each exhale brushing softly against her skin. His heartbeat was steady but insistent, a subtle rhythm she could sense through the proximity of his body.

For a moment, the gallery and the audience faded away. All she could focus on was the quiet intensity of the scene before them, mirrored by Noah’s quiet intensity beside her. The blend of concentration and restraint in his posture made her wonder what he was thinking—if he was thinking the same things she was. 

Lia felt her own pulse quicken, her fingers tightening on the edges of her brochure. She didn’t say a word, afraid that even the softest whisper might shatter the spellbinding stillness of the room. Instead, she turned her attention back to the platform, where the demonstrator was already preparing for the next sequence. But the sensation of Noah’s presence intensified.

“Do you find that interesting?” he murmured, his voice low and velvety so that only she would catch his words.

Lia, so absorbed in the intricate process before her, missed the subtle suggestion in his tone. She nodded earnestly, her eyes never leaving the scene. Behind her, Noah smiled, a sly curl of amusement tugging at his lips.

The rigger moved smoothly, his hands working with practiced ease to loop the red rope over the woman’s shoulders and around her chest, framing her torso in a symmetrical pattern. The interplay of rope against skin, the way it both restricted and enhanced her form, was mesmerizing to watch.

Noah, however, had shifted his focus to Lia.

His fingers slid down her arm, brushing her wrist lightly before curling around it. With deliberate slowness, he brought her hand behind her back. Lia hardly noticed, her attention still on the stage, until she felt him take her other wrist and guide it to meet the first.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The brochure dropped to the floor silently. 

Noah’s chest pressed closer, his body shielding hers from the view of the other spectators. His hand, large and strong, held both of her wrists in a resistant grip. The grip wasn’t painful—just firm enough to keep her still, to make her heart skip a beat.

She tried to look back at him, but her cheek met his.

“Imagine we’re in the bedroom,” he whispered, his voice dipping into a husky timbre that sent heat pooling low in her belly. “And your hands are tied at your back. Like this.”

To emphasize his point, he tightened his grip just enough to make her gasp softly. The edge of sweet discomfort prickled through her awareness, and she was acutely conscious of how exposed they were.

“Can you picture it?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Noah’s grin deepened, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. 

“Good. Would you be willing to do anything I say? While you’re tied up? Like her?”

“Yes.” Her answer was quick and breathless, her heart hammering in her chest as his words wove a spell around her.

His lips brushed the corner of her jaw, his breath hot against her skin. 

“Can I be honest? I can picture it, too” his tone was so seductive that Lia had to press her thighs together. “I’ve pictured it so many times already. I’d make you get on your knees...” With his thumb he traced circles on the inside of her wrist. “And after that, I’d do whatever I want to you, with the only intention of pleasuring you. How does that sound?”

Lia’s pulse quickened, her lips parting.

Before she could speak, the rigger on stage gave a gentle tug to the ropes, shifting the model’s position. The sudden movement pulled Lia’s attention back to the demonstration, her cheeks flushed with both excitement and awareness of the people around her—and at the hard thing pressing against her back. 

Back to her senses, she muttered, “you’re getting a boner, Noah.”

She was not facing him, but she could tell he had looked down at his own pants. 

“Yes, I am. Shit.” He released her fast and adjusted his trousers, taking a single step away from her and looking around coyly.

Lia looked at him over her shoulder and nearly snorted. Noah send her a playful glare. 

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “We’ll have time to finish this.”

As he stepped back slightly, giving her space, Lia felt the loss of his warmth but couldn’t quite shake the lingering heat of his words. She tried to get her attention back to the stage, trying to refocus, but her mind was already far away, spinning with possibilities Noah had just whispered into existence.

The demonstration ended and everyone clapped. A couple of minutes later, Noah and Lia walked hand in hand to the workshop section, where they tried to learn the basic of knots and ended up cracking up at clumsiness they both showed at it. Lia had stayed frozen for a full ten minutes trying to understand where the teacher had instructed to pull the rope through, and Noah had at least tried, only to get his own hands tangled in the mess of rope. Lia teased him about not having learnt anything from the book he had at home. He was quick to retaliate, stepping closer to nibble playfully at her ear, whispering that he hadn’t had anyone to practice with before. 

“Now I have you,” he said, “and I plan on getting really good at it.”

At the souvenir shop afterward, they made a donation to support the various artists who had contributed to the exhibition. Lia bought a history book, paying for it along with a set of black-and-red cotton ropes that Noah dropped onto the counter. 

“They might not let us take a katana home, but I’m sure there’s no problem with a few ropes,” he stated.

The day in Tokyo was eventful. They walked a lot, saw a lot, laughed a lot and shared plenty of kisses in hidden corners of the big city. They returned home with their hands full of bags and their feet aching, though the discomfort was soon forgotten when they sat down in Hana’s tea room. They enjoyed a quiet conversation with Grandma, recounting the things they’d done and seen—leaving out a few details, of course—as they sipped lukewarm tea before heading to bed.  

Upstairs, with most of the lights in the house off and their shopping bags piled on the desk, Noah changed into his sleep shirt and sweats and waited for Lia to finish brushing her teeth in the bathroom. 

He was about to flop on the bed when she called out to him. 

“Noah, could you grab my sleeping shirt?” Lia’s voice came from the bathroom.

“You mean my shirt,” he replied with a hint of amusement, moving to her suitcase and rummaging around to retrieve it.

“It’s been mine for years now. You lost your chance to reclaim it long ago—” Her words trailed off as she entered the bedroom, only to freeze in place. She stood there in her bra and panties, and Noah, instead of holding her shirt, had something else entirely in his hands: the pair of kitty ears and the choker she’d impulsively bought in Osaka. 

One in each hand, he lifted them slowly, inspecting them with raised brows.

“What... is this?” he asked, looking up at her, intrigued.

Lia’s shoulders slumped, her cheeks flushing. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Oh? And why not? What exactly are you planning to do with it?” He cocked an eyebrow, studying her reaction with growing interest.

She stepped forward, reaching to snatch them from his hands, but he quickly tucked them behind his back, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Did you buy these for me?”

She huffed, barely hiding a reluctant smile. “Can you just forget you ever saw them and put them back, please?”

“No chance.”

“Noah!” she exclaimed, her tone halfway between a scold and a plea.

“I think I need to see you wearing these,” he murmured, lifting the kitty ears in one hand, his eyes then drifting to the choker in the other, as though savoring the thought.

Lia gave him a pointed look, her lips pressed together to hide her amusement. “You will. One day. But not here. Now, please—put it back?”

“Put it on.”

“Noah…”

He paused, then added with a gentler tone, “Alright. Then, let me put it on you.” His voice softened, but his eyes held a playful gleam that made it impossible to deny him.

She took a slow breath, biting her lower lip as she debated. Part of her wanted to let him have his way, but they were at Grandma’s house, of all places. However, she couldn’t deny how his expression—the mix of pleading and challenge—made her pulse quicken.

“You’re trouble,” she finally said, her tone half-resigned, half-amused.

Noah smirked, tempted to raise his fist.

“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice dipping into a more serious tone that sent a shiver down her spine.

Obediently, Lia turned. She started to lift her hair, but he was quicker, his fingers brushing along her nape in a deliberate, lingering caress. Her breath hitched as he fastened the choker, slipping it around her neck. His arms grazed her shoulders as he clasped it, and he gently tugged her hair free to let it cascade down her back.

When she turned to face him, her heartbeat thudding, she saw him struggling to maintain his composure. He handed her the kitty ears with a quiet intensity in his eyes. She took them, placing them on her head, pushing her long hair back with a shy smile.

As she stood there, arms falling to her sides, he took a step back to take her in fully. His gaze fell on the choker, and she saw the way his playful smirk vanished, replaced by something deeper, something raw.

“Fuck.” 

There was a beat of silence. Lia blinked as she read his expression, then her eyes dropped to the bulge that had appeared down his front, and she felt a surge of power curse through her. 

Yes, she thought. Fuck it.

Her hands went to the laces of his joggers, and the sudden motion snapped Noah out of his trance. 

He caught her wrists. “No.” 

She froze. She waited, her breath catching. Then he continued, his tone dropping lower, dripping with command. 

“Get on your knees.”

Her stomach flipped. Oh, God.

Slowly, she sank to her knees, the soft carpet on the wooder floor brushing her legs as she looked up at him with brown doe eyes. Maybe it was a risk, but she took her hands back to his laces, and this time, he didn’t stop her. He let her undo them and pull his sweats down as he peeled his t-shirt off quickly, discarding it onto the floor. Lia pushed his underwear down, his cock springing free, thick and hard. 

“You’re gonna suck me, right?” he asked with strain. “I need you to s—”

Lia cut him off by wrapping her fingers around the base of his length and lifting it slightly to drag her tongue along the underside. She started at the base, tracing the thick vein that pulsed beneath her touch, all the way to the head. 

“Lia… Fuck.” 

She took her time, savoring the weight of him in her hand, her tongue exploring every inch. When she finally began to bob her head, his sharp inhale was all the encouragement she needed. Everything that came out from his mouth after were moans and praise.

“That’s it. God,” he murmured, “the mouth you have…”

The pride that filled her was electric, and it must have shown in her eyes because Noah’s lips quirked into a grin even as he struggled to maintain his composure. 

“You like that, Lia? You like sucking my cock?”

She couldn’t say yes—not with her mouth full—, so she doubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks and taking him deeper. His features contorted as though caught between pleasure and pain, and she felt his fingers move to her head, his hands tangling in her hair as he helped guide her movements. 

“Keep going, baby.” His words were choked, punctuated by grunts. “Just like that. Yes.”

He looked down at her again, thinking he must have done something extraordinary in his life to deserve this—to have such a beautiful girl on her knees with her mouth full of him. On top of that, her desire and enjoyment were palpable in every moment. Knowing he was making her happy by having her at his mercy ignited a possessive thrill that rushed through him.  

His hands caressed her scalp, guiding her motions. Lia closed her eyes, her tongue working with deliberate twists and touches. She tried to take him deeper, twisting her tongue to draw more sounds from him, her confidence soaring with each groan that escaped his lips.  

Then, with that voice of his, that low, deep tone that never failed to leave her weak, his hands tightened in her hair as she murmured, “You’re such a good girl.” The praise was so raw it almost undid her. Heat flooded her body as she thought she might come just from his words alone. “You look so pretty on your knees, baby.” 

One hand slid from her hair to her chin, his touch gentle despite the fire in his eyes. He tilted her face upward, and as her lips released him, his cock slipped out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. Her tongue darted out to lick it away before she bit her lip, wanting more. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” he admitted, his voice rough as his dark gaze trailed to her neck and the baby pink collar still snug there. “I’m never letting you take that choker off.”

Lia thought he would let her finish him, that she’s have him falling apart in her hands—and mouths—but Noah had other plans. Taking himself in his hand, he helped her rise to her feet. His hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her into a kiss that stole her breath. He didn’t give a fuck about tasting himself on her lips. 

The kiss was all-consuming, leaving her dizzy as he walked her backward toward the low bed. 

Once her knees hit the mattress, he guided her down, his hands slipping to the waistband of her panties. 

“Take off your bra.”

She obeyed without hesitation—she was Noah’s good girl—, unhooking the clasp and discarding the thin bra next to her. Noah tugged her panties down, tossing them aside before covering her body with his.  He trailed a path of kisses from her lower belly to her chest, kissing and licking her nipples and then sucking at her neck at the same time his cock made its way inside of her, making her gasp and grab onto his shoulders.  

With the friction of the bodies moving, the movements sent the kitty headband on her head slipping back. With a quick hand, Noah removed it, letting it rest on the pillow next to Lia’s head. 

“The choker stays,” his voice declared against her ear. His voice was low, possessive, and his words were followed by another murmuring that sounded very much like a “you’re mine”. He buried his face in her neck and thrust into her again and again. 

“Open your legs wider, Lia,” he urged. “That’s it. Good girl.”

She moaned in response. 

“Say my name.” Noah instructed. It was a command, a desperate one. There was something raw in the way he said it—a need he couldn’t suppress. He needed to hear his name on her lips. Over and over and over. 

“Noah, please.”

“Yes, Lia,” he groaned, his pace quickening. “Say it again. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything you need.”

“More, Noah. Please.”

He would give her more. He would give her everything. 

“Lia.” His voice was a mantra as his lips found hers again. 

“Noah,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as her body surrendered.  

“Lia,” he repeated.

“Yes,” she breathed. She was barely present, her words more a reflex than conscious thought. 

“Lia, open your eyes,” he said, his voice softer now. 

Her eyes fluttered open, and the world shifted. 

Darkness enveloped the room, and her breath caught in her throat. Noah wasn’t on top of her anymore. He wasn’t naked—and neither was she.

He was lying on his side of the bed, propped on one elbow, his expression etched with concern as he patted her cheek. 

“Lia,” he said softly. “Are you okay?”

Oh, Jesus…

“Were you having a nightmare?” He asked. 

Lia’s hands shot to her neck, only to find there was no choker clasped around it. Her movement didn’t escape Noah’s notice, and his gaze narrowed suspiciously. 

“Was someone hurting you?”

“N—no, nothing like that,” she stammered, shaking her head. 

“That’s what I thought,” he added, his voice turning into something more of a tease, “because you were moaning my name.”

Lia froze. Uh, oh.

So… She had been having a wet dream.

And Noah knew. 

“Wanna tell me what you were dreaming about?”

Before she could respond, his hand slipped under the covers and under the waistband of her pajama pants and panties. His fingers grazed her, and he cursed in surprise as they came away with slick. 

“What the hell was I doing to you that got you this wet?” he asked, his voice rough now, desire flooding his tone. 

Lia could only close her eyes, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as his fingers began to circle her clit.

“You’re not going to tell me?” He pressed. 

She shook her head, biting her lip to suppress a moan. 

“Maybe I won’t let you come, then,” he threatened, his tone playful but edged with real intent. 

Her eyes flew open, shocked, and her hands moved instinctively to his wrist to keep his hand in place. 

“It’s a surprise,” she said, her voice breathy as his fingers circled her clit again. She moved her hand to his crotch, then, where she was met with his obvious erection, cock straining against the fabric of his sweats.

“A surprise?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “I promise to tell you once we’re back home.” 

“And why can’t you tell me now?” His voice dropped, his curiosity turning almost predatory. 

“Because if I tell you, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep it together. And Grandma is a few doors down.”

That obviously only heightened his interest, his eyes darkening with frustration and amusement in equal measure. But he trusted her.  She was smart, and her reasoning—even if infuriating—was probably sound. He could still have her anyway, and he’d be content by just being inside of her and barely moving. 

“Fine,” he relented, but a low escaped him as he added. “You’re lucky I’m a patient man and you’re adorable when you’re having wet dreams.”

That only made Lia blush harder as she playfully pushed at him. 

His hands moved quickly from then, tugging at her waistband as she helped him out of his clothes. Pajamas and underwear were discarded with a shared urgency, their hands brushings and lips touching as they worked together. 

When the last clothing barrier was gone, Noah retrieved a condom from nearby and rolled it on with ease. He settled himself between her thighs and under the quilt. His weight against her was always comforting, grounding.

The way he looked at her, like she was his entire world, made her pulse race. 

“I’ll take this,” he murmured, “but you’re telling me everything as soon as we’re back in the States.”

And with that, he surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that silenced any response she might have given, the night stretching out before them in whispered sighs and muffled moans.

At the first stretch, Lia gasped. The first thrust never failed to make her brace herself against Noah’s shoulders, her fingers clutching for stability as she adjusted to the feeling of fullness. She had learned in their short time together as a couple that Noah always watched her intently in this moment. His expression conveyed so many emotions. His jaw was tight. There was a small wrinkle between his brows, and a dark unrelenting hunger in his eyes that contrasted with the careful gentleness of his love for her. 

As he began to move, her body relaxed. It was a dance, a symphony of shared breaths and whispered sighs, their connection running deeper than just physical pleasure. 

One of Noah’s hands slid to cradle the side of her head, his thumb brushing her forehead tenderly. With the other, he gripped her wrist and pinned her arm above her head. Lia let out a soft exhale and moved her free hand to rest beside the one he held captive, silently asking him to hold her completely.

Understanding, a cheeky smile curved Noah’s mouth. He pressed closer to her, meeting her yearning expression with one of his own before he dived to kiss her, teeth and tongue and all. 

It was slow, but it spoke louder than words. The eye contact making both weak in each other’s arms. Not even five minutes into it, Lia wriggled her wrist and Noah released her hands. Her finger found Noah’s face, and she dragged a finger along his lips, wet from her kisses. He caught it between his teeth with a teasing bite before letting it go, his features contorting with rising pleasure. 

“I’m not far,” he whispered, his voice tight. 

“Me neither,” she managed. “Can you…?”

“Yeah.”

He knew exactly what she needed. 

His fingers found her clit, rubbing as he increased his pace. He was tempted to cover Lia’s mouth with his other hand, but instead, he let it be, allowing the tension between them to coil tighter and tighter, their breathing growing ragged.

When Lia’s orgasm took hold of her, Noah thrust one last time, making her back arch even more. A loud sob escaped her lips, and that’s when Noah did cover her mouth, muffling the sound as his face buried itself in the curve of her neck. His body trembled with his release, spasms overtaking him as he spilled into the condom. 

Lia’s body shuddered beneath him, her legs locking around his waist as she bucked against him, riding out the last ripples of her pleasure. 

In the stillness that followed, Noah’s weight pressed her into the mattress, and she kept hugging him tightly, not ever letting go. For a long while, neither of them spoke. 

Noah’s mind wandered, and in the quiet of the night, with Lia’s heart beating against his own, he reflected on their past and every step, every scratch and heartbreak that had led them inevitably to this moment. 

Feeling more settled and thankful than ever, he whispered against her skin, “All my life, I was waiting for you without knowing it.”

Lia blinked, adjusting to the darkness in the room to find his eyes. Her fingers traced his face, her touch reverent as she admired the man he had become. “All those years,” she replied softly, “you deserved a better version of me.”

“It doesn’t matter what version I deserved,” he replied, his voice filled with conviction as he touched her pink cheek with the bend of his index finger. “I had you. I have you now, and I’ve loved every version of you.” 

Her eyes welled with emotion as she leaned up, brushing her lips against his as she promised, “You’re mine, Noah.”

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Author's Note: I'm finally back! I'm so sorry for the long wait! I've been so busy lately, but I have a small break right now, so I can post now!

Fourth chapter, now! Geez, this was a hard chapter to write! I was going through many scenarios in my head to see which would work best for this scene, and this was the one I chose and liked the best. I hope you all like it!

Also, completely off-topic story, my town had a tornado scare today! I was alone in my apartment room and looked out my window. We had rain for most of the day, but this time, it was coming down hard. Then, a minute or two later, I got a tornado warning on my phone. I was going to write it off at first because I've gotten those warnings before, and they didn't turn into anything. But then, I heard the dull sound of the tornado sirens, and my heart sank. I called my dad in a panic as I grabbed some stuff and left my room. I went down the stairs to go to the underground parking garage in my apartment. As I got to the stairs door, I looked outside. The sky was pale gray, it was pouring, and the wind was blowing hard. Just as I was about to open the door, all of a sudden, I heard a loud clap/rumble sound that scared me half to death! Wasn't sure if it was someone in the stairwell or if it was thunder, but that made me even more anxious!

I get to the parking garage, and around thirty to fourty people, mostly college students like myself, were down there. My dad and I ended our call, and I called my mom in a mild panic, too, telling her that was happening. She called me again a couple of minutes later, but then I accidentally hung up on her, and I kept calling her in a panic, hoping that the WiFi wasn't spotty or something. She picked up and told her everything. Then, my friend called me in the middle of it, so I let my mom go since she had work in a couple of minutes, and told my friend when I answered her.

Luckily, the tornado warning changed to a severe thunderstorm warning after a couple of minutes in the parking garage, and twenty minutes after the tornado warning was sent, we were cleared and only under the severe thunderstorm warning. I walked up the stairs to the main floor and looked out the window. The rain had stopped, and the wind was calmer, but the sky stayed the same. I went back to my room and anxiously waited for the storm warning to be lifted. Then, around half an hour later, the severe thunderstorm warning expired.

It was one of the most anxious moments of my life! But, I was happy that the storm was just passing through and broke apart.

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

Chapter 4: Nightly Discussion

Nighttime fell over the skies of Oklahoma. The pale blue color changed to a dark blue, almost black shade. Stars popped up, twinkling against the dark background beautifully.

(Your Name) walked behind Kate and Javi as they talked. She let them talk as she went through the thoughts in her head. When she came back to the StormPAR vans after the twister completely vanished, she was scolded for going with Tyler and his crew by Scott. He told her that next time, she had to go with them next time. The scolding would've been harsher if Javi and Kate hadn't stepped in to defend her. (Your Name) honestly didn't understand why Scott was so annoyed with the fact that she went with Tyler’s group. Besides the shock of going into the twister and almost suffering a panic attack, she actually had some fun. She sighed softly and shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it tonight.

She saw that Javi and Kate had separated and she decided to walk up to Kate and talk to her. “Hey, Kate. Ready to rest?”

Said girl turned to (Your Name) and nodded. “Yep. This day's been a disaster.” She said. (Your Name) frowned, remembering what she saw earlier that day. She knew Kate must've had some sort of panic attack when she was out there. Instead of asking about it, thinking it might be a touchy subject, she said, “I'm sorry about what happened.”

Kate shook her head. “You didn't do anything. It was all my fault. I screwed up.” She said monotonously. “No. It wasn't. Whatever happened out there, it wasn't your fault. Trust me,” (Your Name) moved closer to Kate to the point where their shoulders touched, “Look, tomorrow is a new day. Things will be better. I'm positive it'll be great. Plus, I'll be there this time. We can do it together.”

Kate gave the (Hair Color) haired girl a smile. She loved how encouraging and supportive (Your Name) was. She wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders. “Thank you, (Your Name).” Said girl hummed happily, wrapping her arm around Kate's waist, side hugging her. “You're welcome, Kate.”

The two walked towards the motel, their arms still wrapped around each other. But as they did, they spotted Tyler's crew outside by their vehicles. While (Your Name) thought about going over to them, seeing Kate's expression change from calm to annoyed, made (Your Name) want to stay with her. As they walked past them, going up the stairs and trying to be subtle, Tyler spoke up, “The cells to the west will choke each other out, she said. The one to the east will put on a show.”

The girls stopped walking and looked at the group. At first, (Your Name) had no idea what he was talking about, but then she remembered he talked to Kate first. They must've discussed the storm cells too before he went to talk to her. And judging by his tone, he was messing with Kate. Before she could say something, Kate replied snarkily, “Well, it didn't throw you off the scent.”

“Hey, that's what makes Tyler famous.” Boone said, pointing to Tyler with his free hand, his other one holding a beer.

“You mean famous on YouTube?” Kate retorted sassily.

Tyler chuckled through clenched teeth, turning his head to look at Kate and (Your Name).

Boone stumbled on his words a bit before forming a coherent sentence, “We're on YouTube. We got what? About a million subscribers now, huh?” He asked the group, gaining words of affirmation from them.

Ben stood up from the chair he was sitting and walked up to Kate and (Your Name), craving his neck to look up at them. “Uh, Kate, what?” Seeing Kate's immediate confusion, he added, “Your surname, just in case I include you in my piece. I have (Your Name)’s already written.”

“Just Kate's fine, please.” Kate told him awkwardly with a nod. Ben nodded and went back to writing in his notepad.

No one spoke after the exchange, the tension high between Tyler's group and the two girl best friends. Sensing that awkward tension between everyone (Your Name) decided to speak up, “So, where did you guys meet?” She addressed each group member, her eyes landing on Tyler last, “Did you study meteorology together or something?”

This question gained amused laughs from the group. Boone looked at (Your Name) with a carefree smile, “Nah. I just flow with the wind. You know what I'm saying?”

The sentence surprised (Your Name). “Meaning…,” she started before Boone finished her thought, “Yeah, I never went to, like, school or nothing. Um, Tyler, he studied meteorology, though.”

(Your Name) looked at Tyler. “Really?” She said.

Tyler chuckled in amusement at (Your Name)’s awe.

Boone nodded. “Yeah, girl. You know, he's a cowboy scientist, you know.” He said, gassing up his best friend, not hearing Tyler trying to stop him from continuing, “He's got this natural instinct, similar to yours and Kate, I think. He taught me everything I know, so-”

“Boone.” Finally Tyler saying his name got Boone to stop talking. Then, Tyler's eyes moved to (Your Name) and Kate, his expression normal, “You know, our crew’s not like your crew. We don't need PhDs and fancy gadgets to do what we do. I guarantee you, these guys have seen more tornadoes than anyone else in this lot combined.”

‘He could be right. I've only seen one in my entire life before today.’ (Your Name) thought to herself. She looked at Kate and she could tell that Kate was getting more annoyed. She didn't outwardly show it, but she can sense it in Kate’s posture. “Oh? Is that right?” Kate asked smugly.

Ben, not sensing the obvious tension between Tyler and Kate, opened his mouth again and spoke, “Do you think there's a chance we'll see one tomorrow?”

“Oh yeah. Outbreak, baby.” Boone replied with a whistle, smiling with excitement as he took a sip of his drink. The rest of the group agreed.

“You know, if you can keep up, we'll put you in the episode,” Tyler told Kate nonchalantly, acting smug again. “Your friend (Your Name) here has already gotten a taste. She was having the time of her life out there.”

(Your Name) couldn't help but agree partially to Tyler's words. She did have fun with him, but that sense of anxiety from being in that tornado was certainly not fun. But she also did not like the smug attitude he directed at Kate. She crossed her arms, miffed at that, and was about to say something, but once again, Kate beat her to it,

“Wow~,” She dragged the word out dramatically, “What a privilege that would be.”

“What are you chasing tomorrow?” Lilly asked Kate and (Your Name), interested and not picking up on the obvious tension between Kate and Tyler.

“Oh, no, no, no. Not falling for that again.” Tyler jumped in, clicking his tongue as he looked briefly at Killy before turning his attention to the two girl best friends, “Kate's living in New York. Can't trust a thing she says anymore.”

“Well, what about (Your Name), there? She had the same theory as Kate.” Boone jumped into the conversation.

Tyler thought for a moment before replying, “We can trust her, I think. What do you say, Chicago? What's your opinion on the outbreak?” He asked with a smirk.

(Your Name) let out a playful scoff. “I don't think you want my opinion. If you can't trust Kate’s input because she's from New York, you shouldn't trust a Chicago girl’s input, either. So, no. I'm not telling you anything. Especially since you'll probably claim the knowledge as your own and chase after us like a desperate puppy.”

Kate had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

Pleased with her words, (Your Name) turned away, wrapping her arm around Kate's shoulders and ushered her to their room.

Meanwhile, everyone in Tyler’s group whistled and made impressed noises at (Your Name)’s comeback.

Tyler was left with a lot of thoughts but couldn't help the somewhat pleased smirk that formed on his lips as he watched (Your Name) leave.

🌀🌪🍃

(Your Name) couldn't sleep. Not because she was nervous or upset. She just couldn't at the moment. And on those nights, she could go outside, take in the night air and calm down.

That's exactly what she was doing now.

She looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling and the moon glowing brightly, giving off enough light that it wasn't pitch black out.

Many thoughts raced through her mind. All of them revolve around Tyler and her friends. But mostly Tyler. ‘Why was he hostile towards Kate and Javi and the rest of the StormPAR crew? Do they have some kind of feud?’

“Can't sleep, Chicago?”

Tyler's voice took her by surprise, making her jump a bit. She turned and saw Tyler, still in his clothes from today, standing there, hands on his hips.

“Uhhh…. Y-yeah.”

Tyler smiled and walked closer to the (Hair Color) haired girl, stopping when he was standing next to her. He followed her gaze, looking up at the sky.

“Beautiful, huh?” He asked, looking at (Your Name).

The girl looked at Tyler and nodded. “It looks so different in Chicago.” She said.

“Can't beat the sky in the country.”

(Your Name) hummed. It was really beautiful.

The two stayed silent for a couple of minutes, admiring the night sky.

“What you said to me. When you defended your friend. That was a brave thing. I can respect it.”

Tyler's words broke (Your Name) out of her reverie as she turned to look at Tyler again. He was still looking up at the sky, but she decided to speak anyway, “Kate's my best friend. Best friends defend each other.”

Tyler chuckled softly at her words, not in a mocking way but in an endearing way.

Then, (Your Name) asks, “Why did you say those things to them? Kate? Javi? And the rest of the StormPAR team? Is there some kind of… feud or disagreement between you guys?”

At her question, Tyler turned to face her, his expression calm but serious, “No. There's no feud. But, they are not good people.”

Confused (Your Name) asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean… they are selfish and don't care. Have you not noticed it?”

(Your Name) shook her head. She knew Scott was a jerk, but everyone else seemed nice, especially Javi. Kate was her best friend; she wouldn't describe her as selfish.

Tyler stepped closer to the (Hair Color) haired girl before placing his hands on her shoulders. The action made the girl gasp softly. “Take it from me, dear. You don't want to work for those goons. Finish the internship and work somewhere else as your real job. You're too good for them.”

Then, he moved his right hand closer to the side of (Your Name)’s neck. “In fact, I could take you into my team. You’ll fit in perfectly.” He finished with a soft, sincere smile.

The mix of Tyler's words and the intimate touches made (Your Name) feel shivers on her spine, and a fire slowly ignited in her body. She swallowed nervously, her mouth slightly agape.

The intimate moment lasted for a couple more seconds. The two just looked at each other, neither saying a word. Then, Tyler pulled away, his hands returning to his sides. “Go get some rest, city girl. Big day tomorrow, all right?”

(Your Name) nodded and turned to head back to the motel but she heard Tyler call out to her, making her pause and turn her head to look at him, “Think about what I said.”

With a nod, she turned her head forward and started walking again.

She got to her room and closed the door. She pressed her back to the door and let out a sigh. Tyler's words echoed in her head. She didn't know what to think. What to say. And that intimate moment they had. Her heart was beating a little faster just thinking about it.

Sighing again, she decided to sleep everything off. She actually did feel tired now.

As she lay in bed, she looked up at the ceiling. ‘Tomorrow's a new day. Things will be different.’

That was her last thought before she fell asleep.

[otherone12]

Happy BDay, Gee!!

Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: HEYYYY, guys  do you miss me? 'Cause I miss you (Action Cat lol)... So, i cant promisse to post to much, not now, cause i have a whole book to read in a week, a short film to record, and a few assigments to do... an rn im sick (literally have to stop writting to puke lol). Hope u all well, and hope u like this one, it's a bit too short but after a month without posting... yeah.

It's not midnight in Brazil yet, so im still on April 9th <3

Summary: A cute fic to celebrate Gee's birthday.

- Word Count: 825

- Warnings: Age Gap! (reader 20-ish and Gerard 48yo)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps1: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader’s 1st Person POV

I woke up earlier than usual, Gerard’s arms wrapped around my waist, I felt his warm breath against my neck. I wanted to stay a little longer, but I had a few plans for today too, so carefully I got up, getting out of the warmth of his arms. 

I walked to the kitchen, trying not to make any noise, as I started to prepare breakfast for him. Just a simple black coffee, pancakes, fruits… in about half an hour it was all sattle in a tray, and I was on the stairs on my way to our room. But then, there he was, up, ready to start the day.

- You are no fun… - I said, still trying to not spill anything - Go back to bed so I can surprise you! 

- What? - He chuckled - Let me help you, babe.

- No! - I pouted - It's for you…

He gave me a small smile, his sleepy hazel eyes with an almost apologetic look.

- I know, sugar, but I can help you and-

- No, get back to the bed, Gee… - I keep walking, focusing on the tray.

- Okay, okay… - He smiled, walking back to our room.

When I finally got in, he was there, sitting on the bed. That wasn't exactly the way I wanted this day to begin, but yeah… that’s how it’s going.

I looked at him, smiling, placing the table on his side.

- Here! - I said proudly, and he smiled at me. Damn how much I love his smile…- Happy birthday, Birthday Boy!

His hand reached for my face, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. 

- Thanks, babe… - Gerard kissed my forehead, sweetly - But I’m not much of a boy anymore, I guess…

- Nah… - I tilted my head, and moved forward to kiss him on the lips, quick, but tender.- I don’t really care about that… Still my man.

- I love you so much… - He murmured, his lips brushing mine. 

- Yeah? - I smirked.

- Yeah. - He bit his lip a bit.

- Good, cause I love you too - I pressed a kiss on his lips again, he tasted so sweet… - And I planned to make this day all about you…

I reached for the fork on the tray, and picked a bit of pancakes.

- Open up, babe… - I held the fork on his lips, and he opened his mouth. Gerard hummed, that hum that said “really good”.

Before I could react, Gerard put me on his lap, I gasped surprised, and giggled when I saw him all cute holding me. 

- Way better… - He whispered as he buried his nose on my neck. - There is no way you can make this day better…

- Gee, it’s only 8am… - - We have a full day ahead... and you haven't seen your gift yet!

- Oh my god, there’s more? - He groaned playfully.

- Yep - I giggled as he kissed my shoulder.

The morning went well with these cute vibes. It’s not like we never do this kind of thing, but today was just… different. Maybe because it was his day, yeah… totally because of that. He is a bit shy of being the center of attention, but he deserved it. I made his favorite dish for lunch, and all the time I spent on that was worth it the second I saw the spark in his eyes.

Then in between a lot of kisses, I walked to him with a not too small package. Gerard raised one eyebrow.

- what do you have there? - He smirked.

- Dunno… - I made a face - something special for my man I guess…

- Oh, is that so? - He chuckled- He must be a lucky guy…

- He is 

I handed him the package, and he opened… there it was, the one batman issues he wanted for so fucking long, but neve found… well, i did.

His eyes were wide, pure schock.

- Babe… - He froze - How…? Where do you… ? 

- I have my ways - - And you deserve the best.

Instantly he put his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. 

- Thank you so much, sugar… - He kissed the top of my head - I don't even know how to thank you.

- No need to… - My head still pressed on his chest - It’s your birthday, Gee…

He held me for a while, swinging me a bit. He is so perfect…

At the end of the day, Ray, Frank and Mikey arrived at our house, we had some pizza, even put a 48 candle on the top of that. We talked, laughed and I can tell Gerard was loving that… and so was I.

At night, before we slept, he was with his arms around my waist again, all cozy, and he kissed the back of my neck.

- Thanks for today… - He murmured 

- Gee, you don’t need to thank me! 

- I know, I know… but I want to…  - He smiled against my skin - And I love you, so much…

- Love you too, babe…

And just like that, I knew I did right…

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[amemberoftheosc]

Thoughts on TPOT 17

Am I late? Yep, I am Was busy but was able to watch it today! Let's get started then shall we ^^ [Spoilers Ahead!]

I'll try to go chronologically with the things I enjoyed or noticed Bottle being the host was something I didn't expect And I have to admit, her antics did frustrate me a little bit I guess I'm not one to put up with inefficiency but hey, she's doing her thing so I can't be mad about it After all, she did do a pretty job of hosting! A neat challenge idea of splitting up the teams and having one member try to get the most amount of points in their separate competitions! I quite liked it ^^ She reminds me more like a person who's trying to host their first object show camp: giddy to host but stumbles along the way whilst hosting

The elimination ceremony was a surprise For starters, I'm surprised we were able to vote together and get both Pencil and Golf Ball, not just out of the bottom two, but all the way to top two! Good job team ^^ Seriously, I was genuinely expecting it to be very close And again, Pencil's trauma shows itself again I think we can classify it as PTSD at this point Nobody told her it was a vote to save, and she panicked when hearing she was the most to voted (how did nobody tell her it was a vote to save :<) Then being told she's safe, she goes back to being guarded, unemotional It's as if she's trapped in a fog, being unable to see nobody but herself And when the fog clears up, there's just a blinding light that makes her lose sight of everything And then there's Pencil's scene with Book! In one of my earlier posts, I stated how Book served as a foil to Pencil (in fact, when I was listening to Pen's talk with Pencil, I instantly got reminded of Book) I was intrigued by their interaction I was unsure on how they would interact but I thought Book would recognize herself in her and try to help in someway I somehow forgot that the reason behind Book's abandonment issues (and even trust issues) is Pencil Naturally, Book wouldn't want to interact with Pencil yet (or heck, ever! No one can force Book to reconcile with Pencil. We just have to see if she does or chooses to split ties) I can feel with Book here, truly Of course, her view on things is a bit skewed (after all, Pencil didn't just want to go further in the game during BFDIA! She had a fun time with Freesmart even when almost all of them were eliminated. I mean heck, she even mentioned Needle as someone they miss) but that doesn't mean that Book's pain isn't real Despite all these years, the wound remains fresh in Book And Pencil can't take knowing that it's herself that caused Book to drift, so, ironically, she pushes herself away from Book even more And pushes herself away from the idea of Freesmart even when, it was one of the happiest times of her life Then there's Pencil's scene with Pen Still, it was a bit odd for me to see Pen try to help Pencil I was banking on either Book or Liy but this works as well They did go through similar troubles and Pen was the one to realize the struggle that Pencil is going through, so it makes sense for him to be the one to try and break through Pencil's barrier I also like that the TCOA was not bright at all, just dark Most times we see it, it was so bright and colorful, meaning that Pencil turned it off herself She both literally and metaphorically shuts off what was bright and cheerful from the past, leaving herself alone in the dark I'm honestly not quite sure what to make of Pencil She's traumatized from the isolation and dullness from E.X.IT, yet at the same time pushes away potential connections because she's clinging onto old ones Deep inside, she's sad about losing what once was, but she pushes it all down because she'll become as lethargic as Two if she allowed herself to grieve And if she's listless, she's more susceptible to being eliminated So, she prefers to suppress her grief and focus on her anger because that can push her forward in the game I know that one of the best things to do when going through something hard is to continue working, to keep yourself busy And I do agree, but you can only start doing that when you confront your feelings first When you've let all your emotions wash over you, then you can start you regain some stability by working Pencil has skipped that step To lighten up the mood, I did enjoy that Winner did get some closure over Loser They realize that Loser never forgot them and that he recognized their contributions It's a bit touching for me because I feel like I have a situation similar to this (which is no wonder why I also love Book and focus on her a ton) Also, I feel like there was a whole bunch of fourth wall breaks in this episode, especially with Bottle? Maybe that crack in reality is still affecting the world around them

[accio-victuuri]

ONE NIGHT IN BEIJING & other sweets 🌃

when i first saw this song being discussed earlier, i was confused cause i don’t know what’s happening. lol. what’s with the song. i cannot trace where the screenshot is from but it says one of WYB’s favorite song is this, one night in beijing.

then a fan commented that XZ sang this in our song before ( not main performance ) and someone found a recording. did he discover the song because of that? was it on zz’s playlist at some point in the past and became his fave?

the song itself tho. very 👀👀👀

Don’t wish to ask where you have been

Don’t wish to wonder if you are ever returning

I’m thinking of your heart, I’m thinking of your face

I’m thinking of your embrace – I won’t let go, I just won’t

that’s just the first few lines and i’m here nodding my head that this fits his style of bittersweet song.

but this not even the interesting part….

Fans are thinking about how this relates to what’s been happening in the past few ways. The way we have speculated about 11/19 and WYB acting as the mystery driver again. Then him sharing a post on his weibo. One night in Beijing? Does he love that particular title cause it sometimes describes their meetings? They are often busy and one night is all they can get.

People are also pointing out the change in ZZ’s work schedule today. His LOCH sched starts early and ends in the evening or very late but the 5:30-6:00 AM call time for him is almost fixed. Yesterday, 11/22, WYB posts and we think they are together. What happens today? ZZ comes in “late” to work at 11:30 AM. So why the change? Was he spending time with Bobo? This reminds me of that time he was out of his schedule too when Bobo was sick.

A common argument from haters is how is a relationship between them possible. They are busy! Well.. this is how. since 2020, they have been meeting (allegedly) and even going to each other’s workplace ( allegedly lol repeating this to be safe ) It doesn’t matter how long, they make it work. You will always find time for the important people in your life.

Next, let’s move on to XZS post. On a Thursday. Also it perfectly coincides with their WB account reaching 10 million followers. The photos shared are behind the scenes content from ad shoots but the contrast of the photos stands out. Day & Night. The kadian they use, 14:23 loving zhan forever. Which goes to show that they do use it!

The caption gives us more insight on the choice of photos. Sun & Moon. Another symbolism that is popular with CPFs Sun/Sunshine & Moon.

“It is the perfect moment, just like when the gentle light meets the rising moon.”

I think the english translation doesn’t give that much deeper meaning that we clowns love. so we gotta take it to the next level 🙃🙃🙃

"Fuguang" and "Wangshu" are both important elements in Chinese culture. "Fuguang" comes from the works of Song poets in the Southern Dynasties, which means sunlight or sunlight."Wangshu" is a god in Chinese mythology and legend, representing the moon and can be used to describe moonlight'. The two can be combined to show that lovers support each other and move towards a bright future together.

This caption aligns to WYB posting a photo yesterday that shows the 🌙. So does this mean WYB is the Moon & ZZ is the Sun/light? I have to say that it fits with their personality ( tho Bobo is warm and ZZ has his moments of being cold too but you know what I mean, for symbolic purposes only ok. ) I am loving this imagery between them! I hope we can have more reference in the future.

I’m cackling at this tho. The progression of posts, WYB’s caption was a reminder that it’s getting colder > YBO reposts and says to wear warmer clothes > XZS posts and GG is wearing a cozy sweater 😂 As if saying that yep, he has worn warmer clothes. LOL.

and xzs and ybo are at it again, the photo ybo shared yesterday was showing wyb’s back and xzs shared something similar today as the last photo in the grid. i’m sure they have lots of photos that show his face or close ups of his body like his hand but they had to choose this as the finale.

i mean thank you, this will make it easier for us to edit them together 😂😂😂

Bonus, the “light” photos appear to form an 8 = bo. (p1) is a himalaya episode about the 8 of diamonds card forming an 8. What a coincidence!

-END.

[sydsaint]

Just got a thought! How do you think Nick Aldis and Adam Pearce would react to assistant! reader wearing something a little more risque to work and maybe a superstar insults the both of them and she becomes bold and puts the star back in their place

My fav pair of old men in charge of things <3

Summary: Reader shows up to WrestleMania weekend with a special surprise for her favorite bosses. And a determination to not let anything ruin their Mania weekend.

It's Wrestlemania weekend, aka the busiest weekend of the year for WWE. And you're about to be late for work.

You zoom past the security checkpoint and imediatly make a b-line for the GM office that Pearce and Aldis are sharing for the weekend.

"I'm here!" You burst through the door just in time. "I'm here. Whew, I can't believe that I made it." You calm yourself when you see that you're just barely made it to your post before the top of the hour.

Nick looks up from his phone when you come busting through the door. "Ah, YN. I was just about to text and make sue that you were alright." He informs you and puts his phone away. "Oh, and don't you look lovely tonight." He takes notice of the enticing lowcut top and pants that mind as well be painted on that you're wearing.

"Thanks." You grin and blush slightly. "I wanted to make sure I looked good for the show since it's Mania." You explain. "And I'm so sorry that I was almost late." You add. "I had an appointment that I couldn't miss or reschedule earlier today."

"It's alright." Nick shrugs. "You made it just in time, which is all that I care about, frankly." He admits. "What kind of appointment did you need to keep on a Saturda? If you don't mind me asking." He asks you with a raised brow.

You smile to yourself, excited to show off your new look to Nick, and eventually Adam when you see him.

"It's sort of a surprise." You breifly explain. "Last weekend while I was back home? I hung out with a girlfriend to celebrate her birthday. She went out and got her boobs pierced to celebrate, and I went with her." You crack a small michevious smile.

You watch Nick's eyes imediatly flit down to your chest and you can't help but laugh. "It's not what you think." You giggle.

"Oh." Nick coughs. "Forgive me then. That was rude of me to stare like that." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Stare all you'd like, sweetie." You wink with another giggle. "It's nothing that you haven't seen before, right?" You tease him.

Nick chuckles at your playfullness and Adam finally pops into the room, back from wherever he was at. He shuts the door behind him firmly with a stressed frown, but relaxes when he notices you standing with Nick.

"YN! You're here finally." Adam walks over to you. "And all dressed up, I see." He oggles your outfit intently.

"Yes, she does look stunning, doesn't she?" Nick agree's. "And apparently she's also got something to show, right, YN?" He turns his gaze back on you.

You nod and move so that you're standing between the GM's and repeat your tale about going with your friend to get her nipples pierced with her. The story earns the same curious look from Adam that it did Nick, and you laugh again.

"It's not that." You assure Pearce. "Not this time, anyway." You tease with a playfull smile. "However, I did get this done." You finally reveal your special surprise by sticking your tongue out of your mouth to show off the stud now embeded into it.

"You got your tongue pierced?" Adam is the first one to respond.

You nod and return your tongue to your mouth. "Yep! I also got some work done on that tattoo on my thigh, but it's covered by a bandage and my pants right now." You add.

You glance between Nick and Adam to gauge their reactions. Nick seems to be pleasently intrigued by your new piercing. And Adam seems to be a bit flabberghasted by it.

"Well, I think that it suits you." Nick finally speaks up. "I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of being with a woman with a tongue stud." He admits. "But, the implications do intrigue me." He grins at you playfully.

You giggle and turn back to Pearce. "What about you, Adam?" You ask him. "What do you think?"

"I think that you love to push the agenda, don't you sweetheart? Keep me on my toes?" Adam replies with a small chuckle.

"It's my favorite thing." You joke with a laugh. "Now! Don't we have a stellar WrestleMania weekend to kick off?" You ask the pair. "I believe that NXT's Stand and Deliver show should be coming to an end."

Adam and Nick nod in agreement, and everyone parts ways to get some work done before Mania night 1 starts. You head down to the production truck to check up on things while Nick and Adam both check on their respective shows.

On your way back from the production truck, you run into Nick's troublemaker United States champion, Logan Paul. And Logan's not alone. This time around he's brought along his new entourage in Grayson Waller and Austin Theory.

"YN! Woah, look at you!" Logan's gaze rakes over your body, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Who are you all dressed up for, babe?" He asks you.

"Certainly not you." You quip back. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for your triple threat with Randy and Kevin?' You ask him, a hand on your hip.

Logan scoffs, that smug expression never faltering from his face. "I stay ready, sweetheart." He grins and flashes the title belt hanging off his shoulder proudly.

"I'm sure." You snark back. "Can I help you with something?" You ask. "Because if you haven't noticed, since I know that you think the world revolves around you, it's Mania weekend. And everyone is busy." You remind him.

"Whatever." Logan scoffs again. "There's plenty of better looking girls around here that are way less work than you." He sneers at you.

You roll your eyes. "Well I pray for any poor girl that happens to catch your attention tonight." You snark back at him. "Have a nice night, Logan. Good luck in your triple threat. You're going to need it." You add with a grin before walking off.

You hear Grayson and Austin consoling Logan as you walk off and it puts a smile on your face. You return to the office where Nick and Adam are chatting about something or other.

"YN. I trust you had a productive trip?" Nick asks you while you shut the door behind you.

"Everything's good in the production truck." You report. "And I am happy to let you know that our United States champion is feeling his usual self-entitled and confident self."

Nick and Adam share a small knowing look regarding your tone of voice. They smile at each other knowingly before returning to the task at hand while they wait for Logan to show up to complain about you later.

[luvtonique]

I realized something this morning.

This is probably gonna be a long post. (Edit, yep)

I'm a pretty fairly public figure on the internet, and I very regularly interact with a huge amount of people. From YouTube Comments to Discord to Tumblr Asks/Comments to Newgrounds Reviews to MMO Chat to Mic-Chat on Games to Twitch Chat to Stream Chat, blah blah blah.

I've, for years now, over a decade (hell over two decades) talked to probably thousands of people, and have been able to get a gauge on a pretty safe to say "average" of collective human intelligence on the internet.

I've come to realize that not everybody has that kind of experience talking to people online as I do. I've talked to literally thousands, probably near ten thousand, people online in my life.

This is a staggeringly high number and puts me in an outlier position among the rest of you, who likely have only interacted with a double digit number of people online in your life.

Now that you have that information in mind, here's what I realized this morning.

I realized that the reason I don't listen to people, ESPECIALLY when it comes to politics, is because I have learned through talking to all these people that fucking nobody knows what they're fucking goddamn talking about.

I study a lot of things in my spare time, and history is a huge one that I study. I very regularly read and listen to multiple sources talking about historic events, and I make sure to look at as many sources as possible, sometimes including reading encyclopedias in my own home that we've owned for like 40 years.

I cross-reference all of these things and paint a picture of the most likely truths through various means.

Why's that important? Because sometimes a 14 year old on Twitter, literally nearly less than a third my age, will occasionally come along telling me that I'm wrong. Not about history necessarily, but about some opinion that I have based on my own experience and my own knowledge that I've researched myself.

I usually ask them where they got their information, and I'm met with boldfaced idiocy. Completely braindead shit like "180,000 people said it on Twitter," or they link me a Tumblr post with 100k notes, or they say "It's common knowledge," (which is the biggest red flag of them all because not only does it prove they have no evidence to back up what they're saying, but as this post will go on to explain, "common knowledge" is quite literally the worst source of information on anything. People commonly think the earth is flat and that Scientology is real. People commonly think that walking under a ladder or breaking a mirror gives you bad luck. People commonly think that naturally blue food exists.)

In my life I have met thousands of people, and THOUSANDS of them are fucking idiots who very very smugly state completely incorrect knowledge. Earlier today someone tried to tell me that the creators of Beat Saber never sold the company to Facebook, and I showed them proof and they went silent for 3 hours and then went "Yeah so what, Facebook is still a good company" and I wanted to beat my head against the desk.

The internet is full of people who are fascinatingly ignorant. I'm not calling myself "better" or "smarter" than anyone here, I'm just saying that I have learned better than most people that people on the internet are not, and never fucking will be, a good source of information. I don't care if they're your best fucking friend, the coin-toss of them knowing what they're talking about or actually having the facts is so heavily weighted against them, it's seriously like a 98% chance they have no fucking clue what they're talking about.

I urge everyone to take a moment and realize that the internet is, in fact, a good place to find information and do research, but PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET, especially MEDIA AND SOCIAL MEDIA, are NOT SMART PEOPLE AND ARE NOT GOOD SOURCES FOR YOUR INFORMATION.

These are angry, smug, annoying little idiots who are likely 14 years old with a 1st grade reading comprehension who aspires to be a TikTok content creator as a career, and under no fucking circumstance should you ever, ever, EVER listen to any social, financial, religious, gendered, medical or political advice they give.

The world has gotten vastly out of control with how much people think "A lot of people agree with me" is a good enough reason to solidify your opinions. "A lot of people agree" is the biggest red flag ever, because people on the fucking internet are complete fucking idiots, I'm sorry, but I'm someone with far more experience talking to people on the internet than literally any of you reading this. I talk to people on the internet as a career and have been doing this for longer than most of you reading this have been alive.

So what's the point of this? What's the take-away?

The take-away is that I'm saddened by how many people will attack each other vehemently, cut off friends and family members, label people as toxic or problematic, jump to conclusions, etc. based on complete and utter misinformation spouted to them by people who have never once in their entire life actually looked up what the fuck they're talking about. They treat random strangers on Twitter as "experts" because that person is well articulated or put together a YouTube video with really good editing that's softly spoken by a British accent guy and has scary music whenever some "evil" person is on the screen.

The take-away is that people, like yourself (don't you dare try to deny it) will just believe whatever they read on social media, or whatever their Discord friend-group is talking about, because they are living in a complete falsehood that people on the internet know better than they do.

You are not incapable of doing your own research. You are not incapable of finding the truth. You are not stupid. Just do your own research, look into things yourself, cross-reference, use the scientific method, go to a library, read books, for fuck sake please adopt the basic social skill of "If someone says it on the internet it is most likely not true and I should look into it myself."

Because the current state of people is monstrous.

Y'all get so fucking mad about things that are just plain not true, and you revolve your entire life around things you were told by complete idiots and/or children on Twitter and other social media websites.

Stop.

Look at yourself, look at how angry you get about things, and consider that there may be a possibility that anger stems from a complete lack of any foundation or truth in your own beliefs.

Consider the almost 100% guaranteed possibility that you have been blatantly lied to by people who have no fucking idea what they're talking about, and that you are violently upholding standards that are incorrect because you have placed trust in the word of untrustworthy people.

Look up confirmation bias, read about it.

Look up manipulation tactics, read about it.

Look up "Plato's Republic" and read about it.

Absolutely, under no circumstances, should you ever, EVER, form your social or religious or political or financial or gendered or sexual etc. opinions based on SHIT YOU READ ON SOCIAL MEDIA.

And while we're here, don't listen to the news either. They're just a bunch of parrots saying what needs to be said to get you all fighting with each other so that the government can fuck things up while you're distracted. Do your own research, check multiple sources, don't consider social media or regular media to be a 'source,' get every bit of information from every angle, and for fuck sake, stop attacking people for disagreeing with you when you, yourself, only believe what you believe because your friend group believes it and you know that if you disagree with your friend group they'll all attack you so you'd rather be on their side, which only further proves my point that y'all need to fucking chill.

"Democracy will never work. If 3 medical experts tell you that you must eat a ginger root to cure your ailments, but 100,000 idiots with no medical experience tell you otherwise, you're more likely to believe the 100,000 idiots. They are louder, there are more of them, and you will gamble on the hope that among those 100,000 idiots, there must be more than 3 medical experts. The voice of the ignorant will always drown out the voice of the educated."

-Plato's Republic, 375BCE (Paraphrased)

"I can't believe Jay just called us all idiots and expects us to listen to him"

-Someone in the comments of this (It's gonna happen)

PS: If you looked up "Naturally Blue Food," and found out it does in fact not exist, good for you for doing your own research!

[iwritethingsapparently]

Black Coffee and a Smile

Ship: James Potter/Regulus Black

Word Count: 915

Originally posted on August 19th 2020

Notes: look at me reposting all of my old fics because I restarted my Tumblr... ugh this brings back memories. the first fic I ever wrote guys can you believe it?

also read on AO3

Regulus strolled down the street and stopped by the café that his brother, Sirius, owns as he does every day. The bells above the door chime as he walks into the large building and stands in the short line. The shop is filled with the chatter that is usually seen at a coffee shop and Regulus sees two people smiling at each other, presumably on a date, and briefly wonders what they could be talking about that the one person’s eyes are lighting up in enthusiasm. Regulus has gone on a few dates himself, even though they were arranged by his mother. She would never listen to what he had to say about how much he opposed said dates and the idea of an arranged marriage no matter how hard he pushed his views on it, so he just went along with what she wanted him to do. But he’s certain that there has to be a spark if marriage is going to be involved.

“Hi, I’m James what can I get for you today?” The barista, James, smiled so brightly that Regulus thought that it would blind him.

“Can I just get a black coffee please?”

“Of course! Can I get your name?” James asked with a certain softness to his voice that was barely noticeable but was there nonetheless.

“It’s Regulus”

“I’ll call you up when it’s ready”

“Thanks”

Regulus thought to himself that this James person was quite handsome and that he should ask Sirius about him, but that could wait until later. He had let his mind wander for god knows how long when James called his name and he went up to collect his coffee.

“Here you go,”

“Thank you so much,” Regulus smiled in a way that he hoped didn’t reveal how smitten he was with the new barista. He was about to take a sip of his coffee when he saw a phone number and writing that said ‘Call me some time’ He had gotten to the door and heard Sirius’ voice in the background talking to someone, but he couldn’t care less with the happiness flowing through his body. He had enough energy that he probably didn’t even need the coffee, but he was going to drink it anyway.

∞∞∞∞∞

“I can’t believe that you got Regulus to smile,” Sirius complained to James with a pout in place, “not even I can do that and he’s my brother! Why can’t I do that?!”

“Well, maybe it’s just because you’re his brother and also quite annoying at times.”

“It wasn’t that,”

“Then what was it?”

“He is quite clearly smitten with you, James,”

James was confused at Sirius’ statement, “I don’t think so. It was just a smile.”

“Prongs,” he shifted and sighed, tired, “I can read Reg like a book because I’ve always had to. His eyes give away how he’s feeling under the mask he tends to put up. Him, being the hopeless romantic he is, is probably so gone into the spiral of love already. He doesn’t smile at people unless he thinks that they’re special in some way James.”

“I guess I’m lucky that I gave him my number then,” James mused under his breath, but just loud enough that Sirius could hear what he had said.

“Just don’t hurt him or you’ll be dead within the week alright?”

“Yep, I understand”

∞∞∞∞∞

The threat did little to deter James but he still decided to proceed with caution when it came to Regulus. He had called earlier to invite James over to watch some movies, and he gladly accepted the offer. He had spent the last hour trying to figure out what to wear and finally decided on something comfy, but not terrible looking. He wants Regulus to know that he cares and didn’t just throw something on without looking at what it was. James left his house and started walking to Regulus’, which wasn’t very far from where he lived. He knocked on the door and all of the nerves that he’d tried to repress came bubbling to the surface. But before he could overthink and probably have an anxiety attack, Regulus opened the door.

“James!” Regulus beamed at him like this was the best thing to ever happen to him, “Come in! I’m sorry about the mess, I don’t have guests around often and I got as much cleaning done as I could before you got here. You can pick the movie if you’d like,” the last part was said in a much quieter tone than the rest of what he said.

“Sure, I’ll pick the movie.”

“Great.”

Regulus opened Netflix on his computer and James browsed the movies for a while before choosing “Matilda”

“Why Matilda?” Regulus questioned in a soft voice.

“Because I think it has a really good plot”

“Mmhmm that makes sense”

∞∞∞∞∞

About 6 months later Regulus walks into the café that his brother owns, the bells above the door jingling as he walks through. He moved to stand in the short line and let his mind wander until he was at the front of the line.

“Hey, Reggie! The usual?”

“Yeah. Thank you, James.”

And as Regulus’ name was called, he walked over, kissed James on the cheek, and smiled softly.

“Thank you, love.”

“Of course darling. I’ll see you at home?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too”

And as Regulus walked out of the café, he felt happier than he had ever felt in his life

[kingofthe-egirls]

LUFFY x Y/N (part 3)

brothel au

part 1 part 2

Requested by @partyanimal167

(a/n: sw, stripping, weed, nipple play, sex)

Summary: A continuation of Y/N’s first time at the esteemed pirate-brothel, named Lavender Gardens.

(im obsessed)

***

Luffy slumps against the bar. He’s given a lot of lap dances so far, the clock just striking past midnight. Sapphire air filters in from the open front windows, lavender curtains flowing in the dark coastal breeze. He sighs. His feet hurt, and none of his customers had been fun. All off-putting pirates with jeering laughs and grabby hands. Zoro had had to escort a guy out of the brothel, at one point.

Now, Luffy pouts, drawing a frowny face in a puddle left from someone else’s drink. At least he has half a joint still left up in his room.

And Y/N is coming today.

At least, he hopes you’re coming over today. He’d invited you, sending a lilac-printed post card (stolen from Lavender-sama’s desk at mealtime) to the place she had told him you work at. He wonders what job you do, anyway.

Can’t be as fun as here.

He purses his lips, dragging his finger through the puddle of condensation. It’s still really only the beginning of the night, but he still can’t stop the butterflies trembling in his gut.

Will you show up?

“Luffy?”

He whirls around at the sound of his name, sweetly caressed by your little bird’s voice, and launches himself at you at full speed.

“Y/N!!!” He giggles, rubbing his face into your chest like an excited puppy. “You’re back!!!”

“Yep!” You huff a laugh, petting his black hair, “I came back!”

He grins up at you from in between your cleavage. “Didja wanna come tonight, too?” He asks it with a gravelly, suggestive tone, and you blush, harshly.

“L-Luffy!” You protest, finally prying him off of you. It’s not easy, with his arms rubber wrapped around your waist. You frown. “You’re a devil fruit user?” You ask, “I didn’t know that.”

“Yep!” He grins, stretching out an arm over six feet to grab a bottle of rosé from behind the bar. “You like this, right Y/N?? Let’s go to my room!”

And with that, you’re bounding up the stairs on Luffy’s heels, your hand firmly grasped in his.

***

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Luffy giggles, rocking back and forth on his bed with his legs crossed. He’s in denim shorts today, a yellow sash tied around his waist. Other than that, he’s shirtless. You bite your lip.

“Me too!” You try to match his enthusiasm, straightening the fabric of your dress. Tonight, you’re in a little black number that hugs your curves and makes your belly stick out. The sweetheart neckline swoops below your cleavage, which Luffy keeps openly ogling. He licks his lips.

“Wanna cum?�� He asks, outright, setting the bottle of wine on his bedside table. You’re holding the chilled glass he poured for you earlier. Luffy turns to the oil lamp on the small wooden table, and lowers the dial. It casts the room in long, navy blue shadows.

He bounces up and down, obviously hyper. You wanna put your hands on him, if only just to slow him down. But it is kinda cute, you have to admit.

Especially since he’s so excited to see you.

“Maybe in a bit,” you hedge, taking a sip of your drink. It tastes like peaches, tonight.

Luffy frowns. “Was I not good enough?”

Your eyebrows shoot halfway up your forehead in disbelief. “What?!” You splutter, spilling your wine, “Of course you were, you’re amazing!” You nervously swat at the drops of rose-gold liquid dotting your breast. A little got onto your lap, too.

Luffy leans forward, licking a stripe up your chest. He catches the drips of wine on his tongue, then presses up to kiss you. He mashes his tongue inside your mouth, letting you taste the sweetness for yourself. “S’good,” he groans, so obviously horny for you.

Well, who are you to deny him?

“W-wait,” you push him off of you, holding him by the shoulders. You start rifling through your wallet, kept in the small black clutch you wore over your shoulder tonight. Your cheeks are warm. “I haven’t paid you, yet.”

Luffy noses into your cheek, shaking his head and distracting you from your task. “Don’t want ya to.”

You freeze.

Slowly, you look up. You regard him with furrowed brows, confusion and nerves roiling in your belly. He didn’t mean—he couldn’t mean—

“Lemme make you cum,” he whispers, his nose still pressed against your face. “Please?”

You swallow, the taste of wine still sweet on your tongue. “Don’t—isn’t it? Unprofessional?” You ask, stumbling over your words. “I’m not trying to scam you, or anything…”

And you definitely don’t want the madame upset with you. Or with Luffy, for that matter. He’ll probably face worse consequences than you, for giving things out for free.

“I’m off the clock!” He grins, bouncing in his seat. His feet are bare, having kicked off his sandals the moment he entered his room. You wonder if he sleeps here. If the mess is any indicator, you’d probably guess that he does.

“Sooo,” he continues, poking at the mound of your breast, left open and firm from the tight fabric of your dress. It’s soft velvet, tight to your body and seductive. It’s the nicest thing you own. Your high, strappy black heels are also left unbuckled and discarded on his floor, right next to his own kicked-off sandals. You curl your toes into the blanket, heat blooming up your throat.

“Unless you wanna dance, your night with me is free!” He scoots closer to you, eager face beaming inches from yours. “D’ya like me too, y/n? I really like you!”

You’re nodding before you even know you’re doing it.

“Yes,” you breathe, winding your arms around his neck, “So much.”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about him, in fact. And when his little, lavender-scented postcard showed up at work, you’d been thrilled. His handwriting had been scrawled and messy, but he wrote in all caps, which you think is cute.

He leans forward, and kisses you.

“Mmph,” you groan, carding your fingers through his raven hair. His lips taste like wine. “Are—,” you gasp, breaking away, “Are you sure you won’t get in trouble for this?” You search his face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

He shakes his head.

“Nope! I worked the early shift, so I’m off for the rest of the night. Besides, it’s my room. Lav-sama lets me have friends over if I want. But don’t tell Sanji about the bottle,” he eyes the wine behind you both, and you laugh. The tension eases out of your shoulders.

“Okay, okay,” you brush your hair out of your face. You left it down, today. “That’s good to know!”

“Mhmm!” He nods enthusiastically, then pounces forward to kiss you again. “I like your dress,” he growls against your lips, and tugs at the thin straps over your shoulders. “Take it off?”

You nod, breaking away long enough for him to slide the straps down your arms, and then helps you shimmy your way out of it completely. He lets it fall to the floor, eyes already glued to your now-exposed body. He reaches out to take your breasts in both hands, kneading them gently.

“Been thinkin’ bout you all week,” he confesses, then ducks his head to take your nipple between his teeth.

You moan, arching your back into the touch. Shadows flicker on the ceiling.

“Me too,” you agree, hands still buried in his hair. You’re obsessed with his hair, marveling at the dark, silken locks. “I like your hair,” you tease, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He hums, his mouth still working magic on your tits. He switches between them, going to rub the other with his thumb. He meets your eyes with blown pupils. Oh—

He really likes you.

You moan, teeth biting hard into your bottom lip. “I—,” you start, catching your breath, “I really like you—ah!—we should—mmph—go out to dinner some—fuck—time!”

He giggles, amused at your distracted string of words, and pops off your breast with a satisfied smack. “Okay!” he says, back to kneading your tits with both hands. “Want Sanji to bring us room service?”

You flick an eyebrow, and he laughs.

“Shishishi, not like that! I want ya to myself, tonight.” His voice pitches lower, and he tugs on your arms. “Cmere,” he whispers, and leads you backwards so that he’s lying down, and you’re straddling his hips. You wiggle your ass against his clothed cock, and he starts in pleasure. “Fuuuuck, y/n! Ya got me so hard already,” he whines up at you, bucking his hips. You reach down to undo the button of his shorts.

“Take these off,” you command, and he complies.

***

Sex with Luffy is like riding a rowboat in the middle of a hurricane. He’s fast, chaotic, and merciless at times. His pace and rhythm are either completely matched with yours, or hypnotic and sporadic in their stuttering movements.

Also, he takes a long time to cum.

Like, a really long time.

You’ve been fucking for hours, Luffy now kneeling behind you while you’re on all fours, hands pressed into the wooden floor (he’d fallen off the bed at one point, and you’d decided to just roll with it). He’s moaning and whimpering, rutting into your oversoaked pussy like a cat in heat. You've lost count of how many times you've cum.

Luffy rasps out a whine, and finishes inside you with a stuttering thrust. "F-fuck, y/n!" He drawls out your name like a prayer, and your eyes implode with rainbow sparks. You meet his thrusts hard and fast, trying to reach that edge one more time, his cum spilling inside you filling you with unbearable heat. One more, one more--

"Here, sunshine," he whispers, leaning forward to rub at your clit with rubber hands. He presses into you with a few more shallow thrusts, slapping gently against your ass, until you're moaning out in much-needed release.

"Fuck," you grunt, pulling off him with a lewd, wet schmack. He giggles behind you, flopping back onto the ground with his limbs splayed out, starfish-style. You moan out another curse, and shakily get to your feet. Your legs wobble, jelly and boneless after the hours of cumming. You slowly get your balance, standing on two feet with your hands on your hips. You scan the room for your cast-off clothes.

"Now what?" You ask, scooting through the messy laundry for your dress.

Luffy sits up, his abs flexing. "Uhhh...," he looks around, scratching his head, then looks back up at you. He giggles. "Wanna go on a date?"

"Yeah," you smile at him, black dress in hand, "Yeah, I'd really like that."

***

[russellsppttemplates]

Idk if my request came through but I thought about a fic where any driver enters airplane dad mode when he and the reader and their kids go on vacation? 🥰

(Hii! I'm so happy to see that you still follow me, and I say this because I have your dad!driver idea in my inbox still because I wanted to do a series but realistically I don't think I'll do it, but I kept it just in case! I swear I wasn't ignoring it! (And sometimes I looked at it and thought "yep, this person is no longer here for it!". Also, the other one did come through, I just had it in my draft and I was so sure I had posted it already, my apologies!)

"Do you have everything?", Charles asked, "yes, the bags are in the car, the kids are ready, but are you sure you should leave now?", you questioned, "I agree that we need to be in the airport earlier, but maybe not his early", you tried to reason, "the airport is not that far way either".

"Better safe than sorry, we might get traffic", your husband reasoned back, grabbing his wallet, "C'mon, off we go so I can close the water in case something goes wrong and we get a flood when we come back", Charles urged, "mama, is everything alright? Papa is a bit... rushed today", Hervé pointed out, grabbing his backpack, "yes, he's worried we won't make it on time to the airport, but I think we're fine", you noted, "but we will do as he says, yes? No need to rush him some more", you smiled at his attentiveness.

Arriving at the airport, it wasn't busy so checking the luggage in was fine and rather quick, Charles ushering you to the lounge so everyone could use the toilet once again, "Amélie, don't you need the bathroom?", her father asked her, "I already went at home, papa. I don't need it yet", she simply said, carrying on and playing with her notebook, "okay. Where are all the passports?", he asked for what felt like the millionth time, making you open your small bag and show them, "let me keep them, okay? Maybe it's better since we have these grabby hands here and we don't know what his curiosity might get out of him", your husband playfully teased Thomas, who you were holding on your hip, kissing his head before looking at the other two kids, "Papa seems to have forgotten that I usually travel to race weekends with you kids on my own, and we do just fine", you to your youngest tapping his nose and getting a sweet giggle out of him.

"C'mon, guys, the gate is opening now! Here, I'll take this", your husband announced the second the number appeared on the screen, grabbing the small piece of luggage you kept with you in case something happened to your bags and you couldn't get to them right away when you got to your destination, so it contained a change of clothes for everyone, basic toiletries and chargers.

"Papa, wait! My legs can't keep up with you!", Amélie yelped, seeing her father walking faster than what she could, "mine too!", Hervé complained, "it's not like the plane is leaving without us", your eldest said, breaking you out of your serious expression and giggle, "your papa is in airport mode, my loves, I'm afraid we can't do much", you said, walking alongside them so they felt secure enough.

"Is everyone strapped in okay?", Charles checked once you were all on the plane, "yes, papa. Now sit here next to me, you don't need to be worried. We're on the plane, see?", Amélie said, cuddling up to him as soon as he sat down, "I know amour, I just wanted to make sure we got here on time", he smiled, kissing the top of her head and smiling when he saw that Thomas was napping on your chest, "papa, you were running through the airport, it would be impossible to not be here on time", Hervé forwarded. Looking at you for some back up, you shrugged your shoulders, "they're right, you're an airport dad, mon amour".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

[blackjackkent]

All right, bit of a late start on liveblogging tonight but let's see if we can make a little more progress on Rakha's terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day.

How you doing, Rakha?

Yep.

Some meta points to start off:

Point 1: We're reaching the point in early Act 3 where a lot of things start happening very fast for a little while. We have two back-to-back pretty important long rest things that can happen here - Orin's infiltration and Wyll's showdown with Mizora. As I learned on Hector's run, Wyll's showdown takes priority on the next long rest if you have talked to her after the coronation, but for Rakha I think I'd like to have Orin's shit happen before anything else.

While I am mostly trying to be pretty loyal to in-game events for Rakha without manipulating things too much, I am going to do a little metagaming here to line everything up in the order I want it to happen.

The ficlet I posted earlier today is set the night after the Gortash business, which implies at least a night's rest before everything else starts going off the rails. So we're going to do a few extra things before actually LR-ing and, for story purposes, say they're happening the next day, and then trigger Orin's invasion afterwards. Then we'll talk to Mizora so that all of Wyll's stuff unravels afterwards.

There's no way to get to the Lower City without talking to Mizora, which limits our options somewhat. So I'm inclined to say that after everyone's pretty uncomfortable night post-Gortash-revelations, Jaheira makes the executive decision that they're heading straight to Danthelon's the next morning to get Harper backup before anyone can get into more trouble.

So we'll do that first. Maybe also Sharess's Caress, since we currently have two short rests to play with and there's only one bit of combat in Sharess's that I can think of. And then we're off to Orin Crazytown.

Point 2: With regards to the actual kidnapping - Hector had Lae'zel taken, so in an ideal world I would want to have someone else taken with Rakha. However... I really don't think Halsin or Gale or even Minthara would have nearly the same impact for Rakha as Lae'zel, so I'm going to once again do some metagaming to make sure that happens.

Because basically Act 3 is going to be about heaping more and more bullshit on Rakha and everyone around her. XD

Point 3: I don't know exactly when Wyll's romance scene pops, but the timing might end up being rather strange. I suspect his Act 3 romance is probably sweet as hell, bc it's Wyll, but as things stand right at this moment, neither Rakha nor Wyll are very much in a sweet mood.

So there is a non-zero chance that, when I reach it, I will go through it, save all the necessary caps, and then hold onto it and drop it into the story later in Act 3 when it fits better tonally. We'll play this by ear.

Point 4: The final point is that, with Hector, I definitely beelined straight for Minsc and then Orin pretty much as quick as I could, because I wanted both of them settled in camp ASAP. But with Rakha (especially since with Florrick rescued we're not under a time clock on anything), I'm going to try to be a lot more deliberate about letting her just wander into things and go where she would be inclined to go based on her own knowledge. There are three reasons for this:

I'd like to try to experience Act 3 in a slightly different order.

There's a LOT of random side crap happening in Act 3 and the easiest way to rationalize Rakha bothering with most of it is her being lost and stumbling across it while looking for something else. (That said, some less important stuff still might end up getting skipped.)

The showdown with Orin feels like it's probably a (if not the) climax point for the Durge storyline, so it seems best not to rush to it more than necessary.

So yeah. That's where my head is at on Rakha's story. :D So let's get rolling.

[shiishki]

『So do you have a name, or can I call you mine?』

Obi x reader

genre¦type: fluff

coffee shop au

warnings: none

a/n: i was scrolling through my drafts and found this. surprisingly decent? ofc edited it and decided to post it for my dear obi lovers bc i still get notifs from the older fics being adored <33

  It was a slow Sunday morning, none of the customers caught Obi's interest and if one happened to miraculously catch his attention - they'd leave the second they got their order. Mitsuhide and Kiki did have a shift with him but they were in the back busy with pastries and flirting as far as he was concerned.

Leaned against the counter all there was left for him to do was watch the sun spill in through the partially closed blinds and for people to occasionally walk past the door.

Obi groaned in boredom as he stretched his arms forward, about to brew coffee for himself when the small silver bell above the door made its call.

You walked into the cafe with a soft smile, eyes not fully open and headphones in. As you walked towards the register you glanced up at the menu boards, turned off whatever you listened to and slid your headphones onto your neck.

"Welcome to Clarines, what can I getcha?" Obi greeted, eyes fixated on you and the possibilities to tease you for the sole purpose of entertainment flowed into his mind.

With your head tilted only slightly to the side you tapped a finger on your chin, gaze still stuck to the letters.

"A large cappuccino please" you finally said with a hum, the melody of your voice clear in the almost empty shop.

"Alright then, not a very adventurous choice, but what can I do," Obi said as he brew your drink. "To go?"

"Oh I'm so sorry for not being adventurous enough when ordering coffee, I'll drink here," you said as you dug out your wallet.

"That'll be 3$ and 50 cents, dear unadventurous…" he hung on the last words, Obi glanced up at you as he waited.

You only raised an eyebrow. "You don't need my name," you firmly stated as you handed him the money.

"Well, perhaps I want it?" Obi leaned on the counter with his crossed forearms once again, a playful smirk tugged at his mouth.

"Too bad," you said as you lifted the mug off the counter and carried it to one of the many empty tables.

Perhaps it wasn't your intent to hide your satisfaction, but even if, the bright grin on your face made Obi a bit more cheery than he'd be any other Sunday morning.

This time it was a Tuesday morning, not as slow, but not crowded enough for Obi not to notice you walk in. The way your expression changed slightly was almost unnoticeable, with pressure put on the word almost.

"How may I serve you today, dear unadventurous customer," he asked, happy there was no line.

"I'll have a regular cappuccino," you said, with seemingly no care for the title.

"Even more boring, but oh well," Obi sighed dramatically as he readied the machine. "here again?"

"Yep," you said with a nod.

"Here it is, a plain cappuccino," he said as he placed your order on the counter and named the price.

Once again, you took the same table which was conveniently free and sipped on your coffee. Then you dug out a laptop from your bag that you leaned against the side of the table. You faced the window from your seat and you'd probably grimace at the sunlight that fell straight onto you if Obi didn't adapt the blinds earlier as he did the other day too. So you typed away on your laptop for a good while, with the sounds of the cafe muffled through your headphones.

Whenever Obi had free time he'd watch you and try to guess what you listened to. Perhaps not guess, he tried to imagine what type of music you preferred, maybe you actually listened to audiobooks instead, if so, what genre did you like best-

"Obi, we have customers," Kiki nudged his shoulder.

The next time he stole a glance at you you were at the exit.

You came in later than usual at Thursday. It wasn't one of Obi's most glorious days, and the three cups of coffee he drank till now haven't made much a difference. Shirayuki who had the morning shift too that day was about to suggest that Obi work in the back to possibly reduce his rudeness towards the customers—

Yet the moment you walked in and smiled brightly Obi's face seemed to light up and wash away his gloomy demeanor.

"Morning!" you greeted.

"Ah, if it isn't my favourite boring customer," Obi prompted his elbow on the counter, chin leaned on the back of his hand as he smirked at you with a slightly tilted head. "What's with that face? That doesn't really fit your boring coffee,"

"I did well on an important exam," you grinned proudly.

"Shall we celebrate the fact that you do indeed have a braincell?" Obi asked, amused at the pout you gave in response.

"What do you mean? Did you think I was stupid?"

"It would be a lie if I disagreed," Obi replied nonchalantly as he glanced away from you. "Are you gonna drink an awfully common cappuccino?" he looked back at you.

"I seriously don't know what you've got against cappuccinos," you said before your gaze went up to the board. "What do you recommend then?"

"I'll brew you the best coffee you've ever drank," Obi said as he pushed himself away from the counter and reached for a mug.

"What if it's not the best?" you raised your eyebrows.

"Then…" Obi pondered for a second. "I'll buy you dinner," he smirked at you.

"How about lunch?" you asked, eyes followed his movements, the milk frothing and the careful motion of adding it to the coffee. "I'm not gonna wait all day for free food.”

"Well, I'm gonna buy you lunch then," Obi assured as he placed the mug on the counter.

Your eyes scanned the drink carefully, it made Obi wonder if you did it just to tease or if he really messed up the pattern of the foam— but before he could get antsy you took a sip.

"So?" Obi used this opportunity to without shame stare at you, it's not like there wasn't something not to look at, you were probably the prettiest customer he's had recently.

"Gotta admit," you licked the cream away from the tips of your lips. "I expected less,"

"Hah, see? I told ya," Obi grinned.

He wasn't gonna buy you lunch. The realization hit him only a second after you had taken your drink to a table. What's better, he offered to treat you without even knowing your name.

A groan escaped Obi's mouth as he glared at the ceiling before he glanced at you once again. You sipped happily on that damned drink which stole you away from him. What was that even about? How stupid must one be, to have a drink ruin a potential date?

First attempt to ask you out:

Obi-0 : Drink-1

Obi almost lost all hope you'd come today. The cafe barely had any free seats and he constantly glanced at the door, convinced that you saw how busy it was and decided to get your boring cappuccino somewhere else. He wanted to brew that plain coffee for you, and watch you enjoy it while you worked or read at that one table you always chose for whatever reason.

"Wow, I didn't expect it to be so busy on a Friday morning," his head whipped to the next customer standing at the counter in front of a quite long queue because their voice was definitely yours— it was.

"Look who it is, I almost thought you wouldn't come today," Obi sighed as he tried to be loud enough for you to hear over the crowded coffee shop.

"They serve the best cappuccino here," you said thoughtfully. "But I actually want that drink from yesterday, no idea what that was, but it was great," you smiled brightly.

"Best you've ever had?" Obi grinned.

"Eh, I bet you could brew something better," you shrugged. "Anyway, can I have that to go?"

It was a short, pretty cliché line, but what can one do after losing to one's own drink.

"So, do you have a name or can I call you mine?" Obi asked, eyes on you, marker in one hand and the cup in the other.

You almost bursted out with laughter, he definitely caught that twitch in your smile. But instead you smirked. "Yeah I'd like that,"

"...what?"

"Call me by your name," you said as if it were obvious.

Obi blinked a few times, mouth still slightly agape as his mind went blank. He didn't even really need your name since you were right there to take the order straight from his hand, he just wanted to tease and maybe ask you out with a cheesy pick up line. And here you are, stomping all over his attempt.

At this point Obi wasn't sure whether you were oblivious about that or not.

"Well then," he finally replied, scribbling his name along with his number on the cup.

As if he'd give up that easily.

"Here you go, enjoy your drink," he said with the sweetest smile he could whip out.

"Thank you Y/n, so sweet of you," you said with a wide smile of your own.

[the---hermit]

A few more pictures from my trip including the beloved allosaurus.

05|07|2023

As I mentioned in the past weeked I went on a small trip, which went way better than expecting. I was very nervous since my anxiety has been kicking my ass in the past few months, but I managed to have fun anyway. It was a nice break from the routine, but I am not going to lie in the past few days I haven't been in the best mood. I have yet to fully understan why. I feel like I am on an emotional rollacoaster once again, and it's getting tiring. I am not as miserable as I was a few months ago, but I feel like I am not at my best and I would like that to change. I am still in a non-studying mode, and honestly I don't know yet when I'll start working for my next exam. I am pretty sure I will end up taking that in November instead of September, because even though I am not doing much I am perpetually tired, and I want to enjoy my summer, even if that means taking an exam a bit later. I am doing my best to keep down my sense of guilt for not being productive study-wise.

The plan is to have a chill hobbit summer, which means finding joy in the small things, lots of reading, and spending as much time as I can in my garden. Earlier I decided I would order a few books that have been on my radar in the past while as a gift to myself for my birthday. They won't be here in time for it, but since it's notoriously a day of the year I do not enjoy at all, and this year it very much seems like it won't differ from the past, this is my small act of self love.

Today's productivity and self care acts:

read first thing in the morning

lots of good music in the background

worked on a creative project

cleaned my herb garden from the weeds that grow around them, and made sure there weren't slugs eating my beloved plants

ate the first raspberry off my tiny plant (I was considering getting an additional raspberry plant, but I guess I'll be doing that next year)

worked on a couple of tumblr posts and answered asks

ordered a couple ofbnew books

Irish review on duolingo

French review on duolingo (yep I decided to finally pick back up French)

📖: Maus II by Art Spiegelman