#I GOT HIT W A BIG WAVE OF LOVE FOR HER AGAIN

[oreolemur]

Streamer's Worst Nightmare

Working as a streamer, you never showed your face. It was easy to make money having a cute virtual character impersonate you, but after losing a couple of fans, money became tight. “Guess what guys?”, you asked your audience through the stream. “I’m starting an Onlyfans!”. In the chat section you had a mixture of comments complimenting and some shaming you. “I know this may be a bad idea…but at least I’ll let you guys see my face”. Looking at the chat you began to get more supportive replies. “It’ll only be for a short time until I work something out for extra cash. I hope you all subscribe and see more of my personal interests”. Waving goodbye to your fans, you immediately shut off your webcam. “I can’t believe I’m doing this”, you sighed. 

Meanwhile, there was one fan of yours who wasn’t too happy about your decision. “An Onlyfans, huh?”, the man titled his head. “I’m not too happy to hear about that y/n”. He sat in front of his computer, lurking through your socials as he scarfed down a bunch of sweets. “I should pay a visit to her soon”. Crouching at his desk, L took drastic measures to find your location. “I will have you sooner or later, my sweet doll”.

Over the next few days, you began to feel more and more comfortable with your new line of work. “I’m making more than what I do streaming”, you beamed, staring at your financial statistics. “Maybe I should keep this up. Just for a little”. Posting pic after pic and video after video, you decided to open up your messages to give your subscribers a paid one on one chat with you. “Cum to my dm’s and have a little fun with me in private, my loves”, you say, making a vid of yourself in a pink robe. “I’ll be waiting”. 

After making your final post for the day, you spent the entire night trying to reply back to the hundreds of customers who hit your dm’s. “I didn’t know I’d get this much”. Without opening the last few that came in, you got bored. “Nothing new?”, you scoffed. “It’s all the same suggestions”. Before closing your laptop, you received another message. “This one better be good”. Opening it, your eyes widened. “Hello”, it read. “At least this one has a normal greeting”, you smiled.

Messaging the person back, you enjoyed talking to them. “Wow, it’s been 30 minutes and they haven’t asked for anything special yet”. Texting them back, you asked them this. “Are you not interested in seeing anything special tonight?”. Waiting for their reply, you suddenly hear a noise in your living room. “That must be the cat again”, you sighed. Getting up from your bed, you headed that way. “Come here baby”, you signaled your pet. Picking up the furry animal, you walked back towards your room. Seeing the notification come through, you gently put down your cat. As you read the reply, your heart skipped a beat. “W-what?”. Reading the message again, you wanted to make sure that your eyes were working correctly. “Something special? Like your cute fuzzy slippers in the front doorway”, the message read. “This can’t be happening”, you begin to panic. Texting the person back, “What fuzzy slippers? I don’t have any”.  Biting his nails, L stood in front of your bedroom door, “These ones”, he said. 

Feeling a chill go down your spine, your heart beats fast as you froze. “You do have quite an interesting taste in style, doll”. Seeing the man from the corner of your eye, you turned around slowly. “H-How did you get in?”, you asked. He approached you slowly, bending down to your level as you sat on the bed. “Don’t worry about that”, he said. L’s big eyes stared at you, taking note of all of your beautiful facial features. “You know…”, he paused. “You’re more pretty in person…and short too”. He then tried to reach for your face, but you smacked his hand away. “D-don’t touch me”, you said, scooting back. L grabbed your leg, pulling you back towards him. “I’m stronger than I look. I would hate it if you made me get physical with you, my love”, he said. 

“What do you want?”, you asked. “You”, L replied. "M-me? Why me?", you questioned. "If you're some creepy fan that has a crush on me...I won't date you". L tilts his head. "Why you? You're interesting. You interest me in ways no other human has. I want to peel you open. Analyze every inch of your brain until I know everything about you”, he chuckles. Hearing him say that creeped you out even more. L leans forward with each word. As he does so, his long black hair falls around his face, shrouding his eyes from view. "I want to get inside you”. L leans forward even more, until his face is mere inches from yours. His hair, now a tangled mess, conceals his face, but you can see the glint of curiosity and hunger in his eyes. "I want... to devour you." L whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

He tried to grab you, but you dodged it. You fell on the floor, getting up quickly to run away. The man smirked. He liked to watch people try and escape him. He always caught his prey in the end. L follows you, moving surprisingly quickly for somebody as lanky as him. "Where are you going, dear? The game was just getting interesting”. You ran into the living room, tripping over your cat's litter box. "Shit!", you yelled. You got up, heading towards the front door. L chuckled again. He really liked how you were trying to escape. It was so amusing and cute to watch you try and get away from him. L continued his pursuit, closing the ever-shrinking distance between you. "Don't you know that running away only makes me want you more, my dear? The more you resist, the more I crave to devour you”. 

You tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. L was suddenly directly behind you, his lips next to your ear. "It doesn't matter. There is no escaping me at this point, darling. I'm faster. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. You will be mine." L's words send shivers down your spine. He wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling towards you to the bedroom. "Let me go!", you shouted. "Oh, you are so adorable. Trying to act so tough even though you're shaking like a leaf in my grasp. I can feel how tense you are. You know you can't get away from me, but still, you persist. It's so cute!" L continues to drag you to the bedroom, a smug smirk on his face. 

Once inside, he throws you onto the bed as he proceeds to take off his shirt. L tosses his shirt to the side, revealing his pale, lean chest. His eyes glint wickedly as he looks down at you. "Are you feeling vulnerable, my dear?”. You begin to cry, seeing him get closer and closer to you. "Please go away!", you begged. "Oh, but my darling, we're just getting started." L climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. As he does so, his long black hair falls forward, framing his face again. "You can't run from me. You can't hide from me. I will always find you." He leans down and whispers in your ear. "You're my obsession now”. He rubbed his hands through your hair, pulling on it as he brought your face close to his.  "Shhh... let me hear those pretty cries," L says, placing his finger on your lips. "I want to savor every sound that comes out of you. You're so enticing when you're scared. It's like I'm feasting on a delicious meal”.

He kissed your lips passionately, pushing his tongue past the barrier of your lips. He explored the inside of your mouth, slightly moaning. A trail of spit connected both of your lips and he pulled away. “Now…”, he said. “I want to see more of you”. His hand opened the slit of your robe, exposing your breasts. “Perfect”, L said. He pinned your arms above your head as he moved his way down to your tits. He stuck out his tongue, licking your sensitive nipples. “S-stop”, you said, letting out a small whimper. His hand traveled down to your waist, rubbing your bare cunt. “You have such soft skin”, he said, making a pop suction noise as his mouth latched on and off your tit. Your legs shook, feeling him massage your clit. “No”, you said, closing them, trapping his hand in between your thighs. “I don’t like uncooperative people, my dear”, he said, forcing your legs open.

L’s cock hardened inside his pants, making him blush. “My god”, he said, moving his hand away from your pussy, he had your arms pinned with one hand as the other moved to unbutton his pants. “I didn’t think I would get this excited”, he said. You laid there crying, wishing this situation was over with. You saw his dick poke out of his boxers. “Stay still”, he said, unpinning you. He pulled them down just enough so he can fuck you. With your legs still spread, L positioned himself comfortably between them. He placed his cock on your cunt, spitting on it. He rubbed himself on you, attempting to lube your dry pussy. “If you scream I will hurt you”, he said, shoving cock inside you. The size caught you off guard, making you cry even louder. “Take it out!”, you yelled. He covered your mouth, leaning into your ear. “I can tell it’s your first time, my love”, he slightly smirked. “I felt your hymen break”. His thrusts were slow as he placed kisses onto your neck. His teeth sunk into your skin, leaving bruises. 

Your body started to like his touch as your cunt became used to his cock. You tried to tell yourself that you didn’t like it, but you liked how fucked up the situation was. “Your body is starting to relax. You don’t feel tense anymore”, L grunted. He let go of your mouth, kissing your soft lips. He bit your lower lip, drawing blood. “If you keep up this good behavior…I might just let you go”. His thrusts quickened as he felt your walls tighten around him. You moaned as his pace went faster, feeling your orgasm arriving. L rested his head beside yours, moaning into your ear. “After I’m done, I’ll make sure no one else sees your body but me”.

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[skeleslime-phantom]

Forever in love with @persnickkitty 's, Spade. She's the whole package, gorgeous and could kick your ass.

No complaints from Max about that. ☠️🦑💕

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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[airbendertendou]

sunscreen and doughnut shaped floats! ♥︎ tokyo revengers

anon requested : Hello, may I please request the Tokyo Revengers characters (as many and anyone you feel like including) + the reader having a water fight (with balloons, water guns and hoses)? I loved the karaoke night with Toman!!

synopsis : a pool day with toman! gender neutral reader wears a swimsuit and puts on sunscreen. [name] used in place of y/n. everyone is a lil in love w reader <3

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Baji grins as he turns the dial on the stereo, turning the volume up even higher. A sound of protest is drowned out, the song overlapping any disagreements. A loud whoop! is heard, followed by a splash as Mikey cannonballs into the pool.

You shake your head with a small laugh as Draken waves his spatula in the air, frown on his face. The sunscreen bottle in your hand is more than half empty, slowly falling into your open palm. Cold, soft hands land on your bare shoulders, them jolting and stiffening in response.

"Sorry," Mitsuya grins at you, raising his hands. He points to the bottle in your hand, "want me to get your back? Ken's got the grill covered for now."

You nod, handing him the bottle. "Sure. Thanks, 'suya."

His grin widens, "no problem." You turn, bare back facing the lilac-hiared boy as he lathers his hands in sunscreen. You jolt, the cream ice cold and frigid as it glides onto your skin. You can feel Mitsuya's laugh as his breath hits your neck. "S'a little cold, hm, [name]?"

Letting out a huff, you stare at him over your shoulder, "yeah, a little." Mitsuya only winks in response as his hands lower to your waist. "Think I can handle it from here—"

"[Name]." Chifuyu is suddenly in front of you as he frowns. Green eyes narrow at the boy over your shoulder — you curl your lips into your mouth to stop your laughter. "Can you put that on me when you're done?"

"I don't mind doing it." But, Chifuyu ignores Mitsuya, eyes widening at you in an attempt to look innocent. Another laugh is huffed against your neck, fingers trailing around your waist until they're on your torso. "[Name]'s busy."

"Doing what?"

You clear your throat — another useless attempt to hide your amusement. "Here," you reach a hand back to Mitsuya, "I'll put some sunscreen on you while Mitusya finishes up. Alright?"

Chifuyu frowns again, but turns his back to you anyways. You lather the sunscreen into your hands, hoping to warm it up a little before putting it on him. Mitsuya laughs again — closer this time — before placing a small kiss to your shoulder.

"I'm going to help Draken out," he speaks. Chifuyu's shoulders relax at the words, moving with your hands as he's slathered with sunscreen. "Be back soon. ...Maybe tell Mitchy to get out of the sun."

The green-eyed boy turns to face you, eyes scrunching as you layer cream onto his face. He watches Mitsuya leave, "don't rush back."

You tap his nose, "don't be mean." You look to the left, where Takemichi is laying out, snoring as he slowly roasts. His skin is already reddened, tender to the touch as his sunburn worsens. "Mitchy! Lookin' lobster-like, bud!"

The blond startles, sunglasses falling to the side as he sits up. "Ack!" he lets out at the color of his skin. Big, comical tears well up in his eyes, "I look like a giant strawberry!"

Baji — ignoring everything around him other than the sound of his favorite song — slaps the blond on his back. "Lookin' good, Mitchy!"

Another whine leaves Takemichi's throat at the feeling. You let out a sigh, lightly tapping Chifuyu's shoulders. "You're all covered, 'Fuyu. Baji, be careful with Mitchy's skin, okay?"

Emma waves you over as she leans against the pool wall. You sit with your legs in the water, smiling down at her. She pouts, "Mikey won't stop splashing me."

You shake your head playfully, "Mikey, be nice to your sister."

"She doesn't play mermaids right."

Emma spins to face him, frown deepening. "You don't play right!" She crosses her arms over her chest, "you keep copying me."

Mikey shrugs, sitting on the steps of the pool as he swings his legs together, mimicking a mermaid tail. "Your ideas are better than mine. But, I want a purple to blue glitter tail and water powers."

Emma groaned, "I wanted water powers! You wanted to talk to animals."

Mitsuya comes to sit beside you, a bag of chips in his hand. He holds the bag out to you, eyeing Mikey and Emma. "You can both have water powers, right?"

"Then it's not fun anymore." Mikey turns his head with a pout. Emma lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes before swimming off. Mikey looks at you once more, "food almost done?"

"Only a few more minutes!" Smiley calls from the yard. He's helping Draken grill as Angry holds an aluminum pan for the cooked food to go in. "Go ahead and get dried off."

——♥︎——

"Baji Keisuke," you speak between teeth, "do not play in the fire like that."

The boy scowls, putting the tiny stick he'd picked up back to the ground. Draken sighs as he manages the fire, shaking his head at Mikey's marshmallow covered cheeks. Takemichi winces with every move he makes, his sunburnt skin aching and burning with the movement.

Mitsuya had gone home to care for his sisters ; Emma leaving to wash the chlorine out of her hair. Angry hands you a new marshmallow, holding a small piece of chocolate for you next. Smiley is across the fire, trying to take the designated fire stick from Draken.

"Hey," Chifuyu sits to your right, draping a blanket over your lap. "If you get any colder let me know, okay?"

You nod, taking the fully made s'more from Angry. As you bite into the sweet, you watch as Baji burns the marshmallow he has before handing it to Smiley. Mikey swoops in, though, eating the piping hot sweet directly from the stick.

"Mikey—" Draken lets out another sigh, shaking his head.

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[a-certain-romance]

sharing more housewife reader and making people happy fr

this time we got ladies w dicks to make it more intesting

dehya loves her house wife after awhile of being a merc and not being able to see her housewife and catching her ass in the kitchen she just has to bend you over and pull you head a bit while her dick is deep in you doggy style

then we have candace who would be falling inlove with the scent you bring to her house and cooking and cleaning whenever the villiage needed to be proctected just makes her want to 69 with you just so you cna enjoy her dick while also being pleasured at the same time<3

beidou and house wife reader mean that their gonna be dealing with their drunk wife(beidou) 24/7 beidou apperciaite whenever you take care of her while shes drunk and she loves her hard working wife so hard she hates the fact shes been ignoringnyou for drinks so in the small wave riders she fucks you deep and content letting you cock warm her and move your hips against her to just sob and beg her to just doggy style you instead of driving the boat but you arent lifting a finger till your at the island shes gonna fuck you at

jean and lisa w house wife reader is magical like lisa is very teasing and makes you moan every single time she slowly gropes you however for jean you can lay on her lap for hours being cormftable on her thigh without her knowing sometimes (but she does notice and kinda finds it cute) whenever yohr truly all in the mood lisa is on anal while jean just rubs infront of you so you can slowly suck on her sadly jean is a bit rough she doesnt it mean it tho!!:(( lisa always cormforts her by giving you or a her soft kiss and kissing your tears away whenever jean pounds you they can be so rough sometimes

ngl next is teacher reader and a kid falls inlove w them so jealous jealous jealous!!

A/N: I. Love. Long. Asks. Housewife anon ily & u read my mind I was just about to say u need a name atp! This is the most tags I’ve ever used on a fic haha. Also my tumblr is acting weird and I can’t see the words I pasted so pink font here we go.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, anal (Deyha)(Beidou)(Lisa), Hair pulling (Deyha), 69 position (Candace), Oral R giving (Candace)(Jean), Confined spaces (Beidou), Creampie (Beidou), Cockwarming (Beidou), Plug w/ cock (Beidou), Spanking (Lisa), Pet names (Lisa:Kitten), crying (Jean), fluff (all)

Link to Pt1, Pt2, & Pt4

- The thing about Deyha is that she’s big

- Rather than shoving it as far as she can she eases into you slowly. And when her front meets your ass she’ll start playing with your clit to pass the time as you get used to the size.

- When she starts to thrust she’ll make you take her cock all the way to the hilt, back to the tip and all the way in again. Every time she moves it touches your inner walls in all the right places.

- Although she starts out gentle she will slowly begin to lose it. It’s been so long since she’s had your sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around her. She just can’t catch a break with being a merc and a bodyguard, so in this moment she just need to fuck your hard

- As your tongue rolls out of your mouth and drool starts to pool down to the marble countertops. She’ll stick 2 fingers down your throat and chide you for making such a mess so as she pounds away.

- You were a spice trader before you settled down in Arue village with Candace.

- Every time you came into her home you smelled like a blend of cinnamon and calla lillies. And now she gets to wake up to that scent every day.

- Your knowledge of spices leads you to always cook the most delicious meals and bake the most flavorful delicacies. Your reputation has made its way across your travels and Candace couldn’t feel any more lucky.

- On the days that a heavy sandstorm hits, you toil away in the kitchen baking batches upon batches of sweets to feed the entire village. You learned quicker that your dishes create a calming affect and it helps those with anxiety over the monsters in the sand.

- She’ll catch you handing them out after the sandstorm dies down and helps hand out the rest. Once everyone’s had their share you pack up the leftovers as Candace showers. Most times when Candace is out fighting for her village you welcome her back with soft sex. Everyone looks up to her for protection, and there’s so much on the line when she ventures out, not fully knowing if she’ll come back in one piece. Having you in her arms makes her believe she can withstand anything that comes her way.

- She’s so worked up this time around. She wastes no time in practically dragging you to the bed. She doesn’t know if she should pleasure you first or the other way around.

- So of course the only option was to set your pussy down on her face as you drop your mouth down to the base of her cock. Candace loves the feeling of your weight on her. It doesn’t matter if you feel you’re crushing her, your closeness is a reminder that you’re safe and sound, and going through all the scars and sandstorms are worth it if it means she gets to protect you.

- You finally let her cock enter your mouth, your thumb running up and down the length of the shaft and occasionally gripping it. At the same time Candace rolls her tongue into you further, and in seconds your cum starts to drip down her face.

- You pull your mouth out when her cock starts to twitch and you know her climax is coming. Ropes of her cum shoot out and paint your face, neck and breasts white

- Beidou drives the waverider far out onto the water but stops halfway to the island.

- You’re confused at first, why would she stop the boat in the middle of the water? She hops out from the drivers seat and pulls you down, now knowing that the reason she stopped was so she can fuck you without any distractions.

- Being in a such a small waverider gives her no other choice but to fuck well and deep, your panting even starts to fog up the windows with how rough she’s being. She doesn’t stop until her hot, thick cum is gushing out of you and dripping down your thighs.

- And she still feels so guilty for choosing drinks over you, so she keeps her dick plugged into you and has you cockwarm her until you reach the island. She just wants to be closer to you for as long as your here with her. Neither of you are fully satisfied, but she doesn’t let you ride her, not yet at least. Beidou knows she’s being a bit rough this time so she’s intent on focusing all her attention on you.

- When you get to the island she abruptly pulls out and guides you (and your wobbly legs) to a nice picnic laid out on the beach, blankets and baskets and everything. And there isn’t even any alcohol, only a sweet Sunsettia and Lavender Melon juice blend that she promises is worth dying for.

- Despite your pleas, she avoids anymore sexual contact until you’ve had your fair share of food and drink. Conversations with her flow freely, but you can just ignore the want between your legs.

- After you both packed up the remaining leftovers, she’ll shove you to lay down with your knees under your stomach, roll down your pants, and take you from behind. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?” She grunts out, “You were just begging for me to ram my cock into you doggy style barely an hour ago”

- You should get rewarded like this more often

- Lisa’s groping you anywhere, and that doesn’t stop at just your body. No no no Lisa will take any chance to tease you whether that’s behind closed doors or against the Library stacks. It’s all worth it for the small noises you make, like you’re just a tiny little kitten under her.

- When she gets behind you she traces the curve of your ass before delivering spank after spank to hear your cries. Lisa might not admit it often, but hearing you beg really gets her going. There’s just something about your voice that makes her want to hear you reach your limits.

- Jean loves having you around! She’ll take up any chance that has you by her side, doesn’t matter when or where. She’ll tell you you’re cute plenty of times but she wholeheartedly believes that words can’t encompass how she feels about you.

- Jean’s sorry about being too rough with you, she really doesn’t mean it! It’s just that when she looks down on you and sees those needy, teary eyes obediently sucking on her length she can’t help but shove the rest of her cock farther down your throat. You always feel so filled and so content with the both of them.

- But let’s be honest, despite how rough they can be, aftercare with them is heaven. Lisa holds you in her arms while Jean draws a bath. When you all get in the tub Jean massages shampoo in your hair while Lisa sensually washes your body, not ever missing a single patch of skin.

- Lisa is always the he first to get out. Jean kisses every inch of your skin that she can reach as she wipes the suds off your body. When you and Jean finish drying off Lisa has prepared a tray with tea and scones for all of you to enjoy

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #dehya genshin #dehya x you #dehya x reader #dehya smut #candace x reader #Candace smut #beidou smut #beidou x y/n #beidou x you #beidou x reader #lisa x reader #lisa x you #lisa x jean #lisa smut #lisa minci smut #lisa minci x reader #jean smut #jean x reader #jean x y/n #jean x you #jean gunhildr x reader #💋

[gloryavila]

A Baby

Jake Sully X Fem!reader

A/n: No bc work will be the death of me. Off topic very but I found a video of my teacher stripping and my ex-math teacher twerking i cannot 😭

Summary: Reader is a Na'vi. Jake and reader met thru Neytiri. After the war with the sky people the reader finds a human baby in the forest. She decides to take care of it with Jake

Word count: Probably around 4k maybe

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, motherhood, adoption, baby fever, reader being a sweetheart towards the baby <3

It was a calm day, no duties no nothing. Where else to go but the forest?

The forest was a sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You just went there with an intention of just spending her hours chilling in the trees napping. Seems like Eywa had other plans for her.

As soon as she stepped deeper into the forest she heard cries of a baby. Her ears moves trying to locate from which direction the sound was coming from. The cries were echoing in the calm forest.

She couldn't help but wonder what made a child cry this much? Surely it was a small Na'vi since the cries sounded like so. Maybe it was in danger and needed help.

Even though she wasn't interested in kids, kids loved her and always found a way around her. She took care of many kids from the village too.

Jake often teased her how she had a 6th sense for kids, whatever that was supposed to mean.

She followed the sound carefully, making sure the area was safe.

She got closer and closer to the cries of the child.

A wave of shock hit her when she saw a basket with a human baby crying in it. The baby was the size of her palm. Her hands were far to big to caress the child.

She was confused as to what this child was doing here, all alone in the forest, not just any baby too. A human baby without an oxygen mask. It would've suffocated to death a long time ago, this baby was quite strange.

Still she took it in her big arms. Caressing the child close to her chest. She has never been more gentle with an object before. The baby was so small and fragile. Barely even as big as her hand.

She made herself comfortable sitting on the ground trying to calm down the baby.

"Shh.. little one.." she whispered as she hummed a little time while the baby slowly stopped crying and just curiously looked up at her.

She smiled at the human baby. Even though it belonged to the sky people it was still adorable. The baby tried holding her picky finger but since she was a Na'vi it barely wrapped it's hand around the woman's pinky.

Suddenly realisation hit her, what is she gonna do with this child?

Na'vi wouldn't accept it. The sky people would kill her if she returned the baby herself. Baby's can't be returned back to Earth either..

"I'll keep you" She smiled at the baby while the baby copied her face expression, smiling with no teeth. It looked so adorable and fragile.

She slowly and carefully put the baby back into its basket as now it stopped crying. She always carried a small pouch with some cloth and so called 'leggings'.

She sat closer to the basket while the baby was moving around like a worm looking up and extending its arms out.

"You're truly fascinating little one. I mean you can breathe our air as a human.. or maybe you're some breed.." She talked to the baby who just basically spat out some noises and mumbles that weren't words.

After a few minutes she made a baby carrying pouch where she could fit the baby next to her chest. That way it'll be closer to her and she will be able to have a good look at it knowing it's safe on her chest.

She wrapped the cloth around her chest and around her neck and shoulders tightly for double security.

She then again carefully took the baby out of the basket and gently placed it inside the pouch. Now she could carry it more naturally.

She then got up after assuring the baby was comfortable and that it wouldn't cry immediately after she got up. She started walking towards the village where she knew who to find and ask for help.

Jake Sully. A man who used to be human. Maybe just maybe he'll know what to do with the human baby. But for know, she'll trust her motherly instincts.

She remembers talking about human babies with Grace in her school. The reason why she tied the pouch on her chest was to keep the baby close to her and to be able to hear her heart beat? From what she could remember the baby feels secure hearing the mother's heartbeat as it feels like it's a part of the mother. She thought that was extremely cute and just wanted the baby to feel comforted while listening to her heart beat. She could feel the baby resting its head on her chest while its arms moved around and after a minute or two, it fell asleep.

She got closer and suddenly her ears perked up again, picking up a sound. A very familiar sound. It was Jake yelling her name over and over again. She made her way closer to him, she came from behind and startled him when she made her presence known to him.

"Oh Y/n! Where were you-" Before he could finish she smacked him with her bow, not too hard. She then signed to him to keep quiet.

"Quiet." She whispered to him.

"Why are we whispering?" He asked her while noticing the pouch.

She looked down at the pouch and then removed the cloth that completely covered the baby. She finally revealed the baby to Jake whose face was in utter shock. He just stood there silent looking at the baby.

"Is- Is it dead?" He asked and earned yet another smack from her.

"You skxawng! It's not dead, I think it's some human and Na'vi breed.. It's breathing I can feel it breathing" She whispered again while looking at the baby. She turned her gaze up to Jake waiting for him to say something.

"What do we do with it?" She asked him. "Well, what can we do with it..?" He seemed even more lost than her.

"Do we keep it?" She asked him while cocking her head to the side exchanging looks from the baby to Jake.

"We?" Jake questioned and she deadpanned at him.

"Yes you skxawng. Like keep it like our baby" She requested.

"Why would you want to keep it? We can just give it to Norm and Max you know the guys-" She cut him off once again.

"No, we'll keep it and raise it like our own" She said full of determination.

"But why?" Jake asked, now he was actually curious as to why she would want to keep a baby of the sky people when the sky people destroyed her home.

"Jake I want a child, so I'll keep this child and we'll raise it like our own" She made it clear one last time as one of her hands was carefully on the pouch where the baby's back was.

Suddenly he understood why she wanted to keep the baby. Actually he could only assume this is why she kept the baby. Even though it was a human baby, she adored it and carried it like her own. Held it and touched it like her own. That's when he finally understood that she cared for this child like one of her own. And now it was one of her own.

"Well, I understand now but I'm just saying you could've always asked me for a baby I wouldn't mind-" He playfully said while trying his best to keep himself from laughing while she just turned to him in disbelief.

"You don't deserve to live" She jokingly rolled her eyes.

"Cmon and that's why you mated with me?" Oh boy was he trying to flirt with his own mate.

"Oh shut it!" She said and then started laughing a bit, she couldn't help it. She was overjoyed at this point.

He raised his hands in his defense playfully while a smirk plastered his face.

"You don't want to wake up our baby, do you?" He teased her while putting his hand on the babies back while looking at it peacefully sleeping.

She kissed his lips gently that night under the stars. Cuddling with him along their new baby, like a small little family that will eventually grow.

They took the baby to Max and Norm who confirmed that the baby will thru years develop more Na'vi like features and that most likely the mother is the Na'vi while the father is a human. A bit disturbing to learn that fact to be honest.

I hope you enjoyed!! This was just a quick fic I'm not too satisfied w it but I hope you enjoyed 😭😭🫶🫶❤️❤️

#jake sully x reader #jake sully #y/n x jake sully #avatar james cameron #james cameron #jake sully x you #avatar the way of water #dilf jake sully #avatar 2 #neteyam #avatar loak #neytiri #avatar x y/n #avatar x reader #avatar twow #avatar 2009 #avatar fics

[lehguru]

SOMETHING ABOUT YOU + GETO SUGURU

in the car, cruising around with you

and my baby, you know that i got you

hit the road, i'm taking off with you

not in a hurry, there's something about you

despite all his demons and his flaws, you love geto suguru

word count: 1.7k

warnings: reader is gender neutral, but shorter than geto. geto didn't go insane AU, late happy bday to him!! ily beefy man; not proofread (i tried to proofread but probably missed things) + requests are open ! check pinned post for request rules

“what do you like about geto, anyway?”

the sudden question from the woman made you choke on your drink. the beverage made your nose and throat warm up in a way that was a little uncomfortable, but you barely acknowledged it. where did that came from?

“w-why are you asking that?” you murmured, taking deep breaths to calm yourself after the little coughing attack you had.

“because he’s an asshole.” ieiri stated simply, making the whisky inside her cup twirl with a simple move from her wrist. her tired eyes remained focusing on you and your expressions; a habit she had since you two were students.

you wanted to laugh at her straightforwardness. if it was any other situation, you would have laughed and agreed with her; but now all you could do was feel embarrassed. you hoped that by staying quiet, she would forget her own question and move on to another topic, but her stare remained focused and judgemental. when one of her eyebrows raised, you started to wonder.

there wasn’t something you could point and say “that’s what i like about geto”. you yourself asked that question over and over again throughout the years that you four spent together. his purple eyes, his long dark hair, the way he dresses and speaks. everything was gorgeous and amazing for you, but you didn’t even know why and you couldn’t explain it.

just like an angel coming to the earth to save you, gojo’s obnoxiously loud voice made you and shoko turn to look at the entrance of the bar. the white haired male was waving, with a wide smile on his pink lips, and his left arm was around the subject of the previous talk.

geto looked… breathtaking. as always, he was wearing an oversized black button up, with the first three buttons off. his pants were also oversized and black, they seemed like another version of the uniform he had to wear while teaching. it was a simple outfit, but he looked gorgeous – gorgeous as always, you would say.

when they approached your table, in the corner with a big couch-like seat – gojo would complain if it wasn’t that exact table –, your heart jumped softly. the way suguru smiled at you made you instantly smile too; you got up to say hi and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

“thanks for coming.” he murmured, too close to your ear.

“of course,” you replied, squeezing his muscular body and then breaking the hug. you smiled up at him, your hands resting on his biceps. “i wouldn’t miss it, birthday boy.”

his shoulders visibly relaxed and your eyes met. all thoughts escaped your mind; his purple irises looked darker under the dim light of the establishment and they mesmerized you. they seemed to be pulling you in and geto didn’t break eye contact at all – if you weren’t so focused on his eyes, you would have noticed how his face seemed a lot closer to yours. the one that pulled you two apart was none other than: gojo satoru.

“hey hey, let’s get to drink, yeah? do they have any sweet stuff? suguru, ya want a plain beer again?”

“yeah, whatever.”

after you two sat down again – he sat down next to you –, he seemed to just forget about your little moment. was it even considered a moment, you thought, it wouldn’t be the first time that you read too much into a situation with him. but… what if it was a moment?

the cup you were previously drinking from got shoved back into your hands, bringing you back from your daydreams. you looked at the person that did that and your eyes immediately locked with ieiri’s; thanks to your long friendship with her, you immediately knew what the woman wanted to say to you: get it together. and you tried to.

inhaling deeply, you let a smile appear on your face again and joined the conversation shoko and suguru were having; you didn’t even process the topic they were talking about before gojo came back with his and geto’s drinks, shifting the entire mood of the table. fortunately, gojo’s extrovertedness was an amazing help for you at that moment. even if he was sitting next to you, geto was much more focused on making his friend behave, so it gave you time to calm down properly.

the rest of the night went well, as well as it could at least. gojo ended up wasted after three drinks, as always. geto and shoko hold their liquor well – you could see a faint blush on suguru’s handsome face and it made you giggle –, but you three decided to call it a day when satoru started whining about the students hating him.

“i’ll bring this guy home,” ieiri said, helping the white haired man enter a cab. while she was pushing his head to stay inside, she waved at you two. “go enjoy the night. happy birthday, geto.”

“thanks shoko, be safe.”

you two watched the cab drive away, gojo waving at you two through the backseat’s window. the ravenette next to you chuckled and waved back; the bags of gifts on his arm making soft noises as he shook them. you pulled your phone to get a uber, but geto immediately took it out of your hands and put it in the front pocket of his pants. as he started to walk away, he said before you could yell at him to give your phone back:

“‘m driving you home.” you froze and stared at him, your mouth slightly open. when he noticed you weren’t following him, he turned around and gave you a wide smile – it seemed like he saved those only for you –, gesturing with his head to his car. “c’mon.”

your legs started moving before you could fully understand the situation. he opened the door of his car for you and you got in, murmuring a gentle ‘thank you’. while he left his gift bags in the backseat – you noticed his leather jacket sitting there too – and you put on the seatbelt, you took the opportunity to breathe in deeply; his car smelled like him, obviously. there was a faint scent of gojo’s sweet perfume, but geto’s was so much stronger and dominant, it made you a little lightheaded. after getting in the driver’s seat, suguru noticed your expression and his eyebrows furrowed in a subtle manner – if you weren’t good at reading him, you wouldn’t have noticed it.

“i thought you could handle drinking.” he started the car and you finally noticed the black and silver rings that decorated his fingers.

“i can. i just can’t handle gojo.” the snicker that left his lips was enough to make your nervous thoughts leave. you looked outside the window as he started driving away, resting your chin on your palm. “did you enjoy your birthday?”

“you know i don’ really care about that,” while he drove with one hand on the steering wheel, he reached inside his pocket and gave you your phone back. “it’s just a normal day.”

“it’s not just a normal day!” you lightly slapped his arm. “it’s a special day, because we get to pamper you.”

“you don’t have to, i’m a grown man.”

“there’s nothing wrong with doing something nice for someone you love.”

geto chuckled. it was deep and a little husky, different from his normal laughter. you looked at him, embarrassment starting to settle on your chest, and he gave you a side look, his thin eyes looking sharper than ever.

"you love me?"

against the part of you that screamed to finally confess to him, you stayed quiet. you didn’t know if he would take that as a confirmation or a denial, you simply hoped that he would leave it alone. and he did. when you looked out of the window again, you noticed you weren’t near your house; if you were being honest, you didn’t even know what part of the town you were in. before you could ask about it, geto turned to the right and parked his car near a ravine. he turned off the engine and smiled at you.

“i got a surprise for you.”

you both climbed out of the car and you stared at the view. the black sky was starting to slowly light up, warning you that the sunrise was really close to happen. geto rested his hips against the hood of the car and you followed him, sitting close – maybe a little too close – to the man. you rested your head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around your waist. he inhaled deeply, making your head go up following the movement of his body, and murmured:

“be honest with me, do you love me?"

you held back the urge to look at his face. you bit your lips, your thoughts racing a mile per hour while you debated whether or not you would tell the truth. his big hand pressed against the side of your lip and that was enough to ground you. nodding, you replied:

“yeah. for a while now.”

a small chuckle coming from him surprised you. you raised your face and your eyes immediately locked on his, the purple of his irisis looking bright and cheerful. he smiled. that was the widest smile you have seen him give anyone in years. his lips made contact with your forehead and you closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth; and… did that mean what you thought it meant?

“that’s the best birthday gift i’ve ever received." he pulled you closer, making you almost sit on his lap. “be mine.”

you rested your head against his chest, hearing the fast heartbeat that reverberated through his chest. “of course.”

the sun casted soft yellow lights on your bodies. usually, you would’ve thanked the warmth that would surely come with the sunlight, but you were already warm, inside and out. a thought that suddenly popped in your mind made you chuckle and geto looked at you again, humming softly – you knew he was asking you to say what is on your mind.

“how will we tell gojo about this?”

“not through a call. he would blow up our ears with his screams.”

you nodded in agreement and dropped the subject, you could think about that later. all that mattered to you was the beautiful sunrise in front of your eyes and the beautiful man next to you.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

#geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x reader fluff #geto x you fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader fluff #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you

[2knightt]

Hey love sorry to bother but I had an idea for a fic and I’m like DYING for someone to write it

So basically reader is Johnny’s gf and he takes her to meet the gang but they don’t really like her cause she’s a soc so they kick her out and tell Johnny that he should be w her ikr smth but THEN they find reader crying at the park when another soc comes hitting on her but she’s all like NO I HAVE A BF and then the gang realises she actually loves Johnny

SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY

it’s kinda specific so no worries if you don’t wanna do it ❤️

↳hit the road, jack!₊˚✧

➬ johnny cade x soc!reader

a/n; i swear im done with the shit posting lol back on the grind frlz. i didnt proofread this…lolz.

“i’m so nervous johnny, i-i can’t do it! what if they don’t like me?”

you said— half shouting, half asking.

johnny chuckled, obviously nervous.

he, himself, didn’t even know if they’d like you.

you were a soc, and the gang holds so many grudges against soc’s, johnny can’t even count em on his own two hands.

“they’ll love you, i swear.”

he said, grabbing your hands while giving you a reassuring smile.

you took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out as johnny knocked on the curtis door.

a big, tall, scary looking guy answered the door.

he looked you up and down, and you could just tell he didn’t like you.

but nonetheless, he welcomed you in.

he shook your hand, where he told you his name was darry.

lovely name, you thought as you walked in.

6 intimating dudes sat in the living room, staring at you as you walked in.

the tension was so thick you could cut it with the knife.

you thought you’d try to lift the mood by giving an awkward smile and a wave.

but that only seemed to thicken the tension.

“who’s this?”

“my uh—my girlfriend.”

johnny answered the dark haired boy, he appeared to be dallas winston—the grease everyone knew about.

“mh.”

he said back, turning his head to face the other direction.

johnny awkwardly chuckled and leaned into your ear.

he started pointing at each and every boy sitting there, telling you their names.

the smaller one was ponyboy—odd name, but who are you to judge?

sodapop—another weird name…are they all like this? you wondered.

two-bit, apparently it’s just a nickname.

steve and dallas.

you didn’t need to hear their names to know they don’t want you here.

steve got up and asked for johnny in the kitchen.

when your boyfriend left, you swear you could’ve heard a grain of sand drop.

darry, the nicest one out of them all to you so far, tried to ask you questions about yourself.

“so, what’s your name?”

“y/n. it’s uh—lovely to meet you!”

“likewise.”

and from then on, it was silent again.

you heard steve and johnny talking in the kitchen, it was hard to be quiet in a dead silent house.

“a soc, johnny? a goddamn soc?”

“yeah? so what?”

“have you forgotten what they did to you? or ANY of us?”

the gang smiled at the sentence—almost like they were proud of their friend for putting you down.

“no, of course i haven’t! but she wasn’t apart of that—she’s my girlfriend. not those soc’s that kicked the tar out of us!”

“well she might as well be. she looks the part—what if it’s a prank, johnny? ever thought of that?”

you heard steve ask johnny.

you wanted to cry, cry, cry.

your relationship was a joke to them and they hated you.

your tears started to get watery the more you thought about it.

“i uh, i gotta go. ‘m sorry—gotta go finish something. tell johnny i said bye.”

you announced, rushing out of the house.

the second you stepped out, the tears started to stream down your cheeks.

you started to run to the empty lot, you knew nobody goes there. it’d be safe, right?

well, that’s what you thought.

a bunch of greasers were already there and you didn’t want to humiliate yourself more, so you walked faster past the lot.

you sat in at a park bench near your house.

you always went there when you had nowhere else to go.

you couldn’t go home crying, your father would kill johnny. even if it wasn’t his fault.

“y/n? are you okay?”

you heard a voice ask.

you looked up and saw your friend who you haven’t spoken to in a long time.

“micheal? oh shi—i’m sorry.”

“no-no, it’s fine. what’s wrong?”

he asked, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your lower back for comfort.

“my boyfriend’s friends don’t like me, micheal! he said they’re like his family—so it ain’t never gonna work out!”

“well—i’m always here. i always thought you were a cute gal, ya know?”

your eyes went wide.

huh?

“what?”

you heard several footsteps but you pushed that detail aside to put your full attention on the situation at hand.

“i mean, if you were to end things..i AM right here. always liked you, ya know?”

“i still have a boyfriend, micheal. just because we hit a rough patch doesn’t mean we broke up.”

you spoke, your eyebrows furrowed.

what the hell was he on?

“are you INSANE, micheal?! ugh! and here i thought i could get some comfort from a FRIEND!”

you shouted, standing up and walking away.

you heard micheal kiss his teeth as you walked away.

you heard a pair of feet rush after you and you just prayed it wasn’t micheal.

“never thought i’d see you shout at someone like that, y/n!”

you heard johnny say from your left side as he caught up to you.

“johnny?! what’re you doin’? ain’t you supposed to be with your friends?”

“that’s actually why i’m HERE.”

he answered, exaggerating the last part while looking behind the two of you.

that only caused you to look behind yourself, to see your boyfriend’s friends—looking guilty.

everyone stopped walking. the gang exchanged awkward looks as everyone stood there.

“well?”

you heard your boyfriend ask the gang, with a little bit of sass in his voice.

the gang felt terrible.

they thought you were just playing a cruel prank on johnny—they just wanted to protect him.

when johnny heard that you left, he exploded on everyone.

he shouted about how if they treated you nicer, you wouldn’t have left. how if they would push their grudges away, you wouldn’t have thought johnny was a bitch.

they didn’t want to apologize, but they wanted johnny to be happy.

they still thought it was a prank until they seen you push an attractive soc away.

“we’re uh, we’re sorry y/n.”

“yeah, but you gotta understand—”

steve said, trying to defend himself until johnny interrupted him.

“she ain’t gon’ understand NOTHIN’! just tell her you’re sorry and that you’ll give ‘er a chance!”

they all sighed—with even more guilty looks.

they each apologized, one by one.

darry, the one who’s still the nicest to you, asked if you’d like to restart.

and you happily agreed!

when you got to the curtis house, you found out that you shared more in common with the greasers than you thought.

the more you and the gang got to talk, the more they liked you.

the more they began to like you, the wider johnny’s smile got.

may 29th, 2023. 7:39PM

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny cade x reader #johnny x reader #soc!reader

[raschuuuu]

Summary: Y/N is a famous YouTube vlogger and Ruben Dias a famous professional football player. They've been friends for a few months but never met. Now it's finally time for them to meet but what happens when one of them falls in love?

PART 2

Rating/genre: fluff, friends to lovers

Pairings: Ruben Dias x female reader

Word count: 862 words

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The same night I arrived in London, Ruben and I had another video call. And another three weeks later Ruben and I, of course, still kept in touch, but not that much because of one: He was busy and two: I've been busy too. I started filming vlogs again regularly.

I haven't told you what videos I'm shooting yet. I refer more to daily lifestyle vlogs or vacation vlogs. My videos like to be watched by girls and boys and I also film on twitch a few videos, which means I like to stream too.

Today I made plans to meet a good friend of mine, his name is Brett. Brett and I met at a little event in London, and he talked to me first there. It felt like Brett and I were friends forever. Brett was never in one of my videos, so he had a little debut today.

"Hey, guys, welcome to a new vlog from me! I hope everyone are doing fine. I'm meeting a friend of mine later, you've never met him, but he's a great person, and that's why I really want him to be in my vlog today." I said to the camera. „This is what I’m gonna be wearing today guys!“ I turned the camera around so you can see my OOTD in the mirror. I was on my way out and while I was walking I was talking to the camera.

When I got to the restaurant where I wanted to meet him, he was sitting there and I smiled at him. The camera was still filming all the time. "Here he is," I said with a big smile on my face, hugging Brett. Then I turned the camera around and Brett waved into the camera. „Guys this is my beste Brett!!!“ - "Hey, guys, I'm Brett," he said shyly. I had to laugh because I realized he must have been embarrassed. Brett and I sat in that restaurant and talked a lot, the camera kept filming. We told my viewers how we met, we made a lot of jokes, and after lunch at the restaurant, I continued to vlog. Brett and I had a nice day in London. We went into a couple of stores, I helped Brett to pick out a suit because he was soon invited to a wedding, and we went to a coffee shop and had coffee and cake. In the evening, we went to a bar and got drunk there. I finished my vlog the next morning in my bed. I had quite a hangover from the night before, and I said goodbye to my viewers.

I uploaded the vlog that same week on YouTube and got such nice comments from my viewers. Everybody loved Brett and wanted to have a vlog with him again as soon as possible.

When I was lying in my bed at night I watched at a documentation on Netflix and then I got a call from Ruben. "Hi," I said. "Hey," he said dry. "Are you all right?" - "Yes, I'm fine. Do you have a boyfriend now?", he asked all of a sudden. "No, why?" "I watched your vlog and it looked like you were dating," he said. I had to smile. What he and everyone else didn't know is that Brett likes dicks. Yeah he’s gay. He would probably try to hit on Ruben if he knew we were friends.

I decided to keep it to myself and not tell him. "Really? No, we don't date. But did you think we looked good together?" I asked. He didn't answer my question. I called his name. "No," he answered, and before I could say anything, he said, "I'll go to London and meet you tomorrow." Now I've been quiet. What's wrong with him? Why does he want to come all of a sudden?

"Of course you can come, but why all of a sudden? We didn't plan anything and I didn't clean up. I don’t have any food here. I need to buy food. Oh, God, I don't have anything at home," I replied and suddenly I got stressed. "I've just made a spontaneous decision. You don't need to buy anything. I'm gonna get a hotel. I'll come with Arabella. I'd like you to meet her. We're just getting to know each other, and I think it can be serious with her." He said, and somehow I felt weird. And if I'm honest with you, I felt jealousy as well. He didn't tell me anything about her when I was with him, and why would he want to introduce me to his situationship or whatever the fuck she is? "Uhm, sure I'd love to meet your girlfriend." I lied. I don't want to meet her. "But does she know about me? Did you tell her about me because I'm not really unknown and I don't want her to think anything wrong." - "Yes, I told her we were friends. She was surprised, but she was happy and she loves to watch your videos. We watched your video with Brett together. Her idea was to go on a double date together."

OH OH HELP!

#Ruben Dias #Ruben Dias fic #Ruben Dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #mancity #manchester city #football fic #football imagine #footballer one shot

[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The Thunderstorm

This is available to read on my Wattpad @PlanetHarrie

In which a storm hits in the middle of the night, and Harry looks after his little family.. ⚡️🏚️🛌

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"Darling, come away from the window," Harry's tired voice cooed over the sound of rain pelting down on the glass of the window in their bedroom, "you'll work yourself up. Come cuddle with me." He patted her empty spot on the mattress.

Lucille reluctantly backed away from the windowsill where she was chewing at her nails nervously and sank down onto the mattress. Harry's arm looped around her waist and he gently pulled her into him and spooned her body. She sighed and nuzzled into her husband's warmth, tucking her knees into her chest.

Her anxious demeanour changed slightly and she scoffed, rubbing her eyes hard, "God, I'm sorry; I'm acting like I'm eight-years-old again." She looked over her shoulder and caught Harry's soft eyes in the darkness.

"You don't need to be sorry, Luce. ." His finger tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear as he whispered. Lucille smiled shyly in return and lulled her head back onto her pillow. "We can stick something on the T.V for a bit; could be a nice distraction?"

The thought of watching a movie in bed to distract her fears of the current thunderstorm outside seemed to ease Lucille slightly, rolling onto her back and cupping Harry's chin with a genuine smile.

"Yes please, baby." She cooed, gently stroking her thumb along his cheek. As the two lovers leant in for a quick kiss, a loud rumble of thunder struck outside the window and Lucille quickly covered her ears. "Bastard weather . ." She hissed and cautiously drew her cupped hands from the sides of her face.

"I should probably check on the girls, see if they're okay . ." Harry whispered, sitting up and swinging his legs of the side of the bed. His bare back curved and protruded his muscles as he bent down and slid on a pair of pyjama bottoms over his boxers. "I'll be right back, love." He smiled back at his wife who sadly waved from her spot under the duvet.

Harry's feet shuffled along the carpeted landing as he rubbed sleep from his eyes. He reached his youngest daughter's door and he slowly lowered the handle and opened the door ajar. Dottie's bed was situated right next to the door and it was empty; her quilt and blankets were thrown back in a heap half-hanging off the side of the single mattress. Harry frowned, his eyes filled with concern and a slight wave of dread barrelled over him.

Without closing the door, he carefully swung open Opal's door, hoping Dottie had crawled into her big sister's bed during the storm. His wish came true and the frown on his face eased as he saw two rather large lumps under Opal's quilt that resembled two heads. A small glow of light under the sheet outlined their little faces as silhouettes. They were whispering to each other when Harry entered but quickly drew quiet.

Harry couldn't help but smile a little as he turned on the Disney Princess lamp on Opal's bedside table. The room emitted into a warm glow and Harry crouched down to the bed's level and softly spoke.

"Girls?" He whispered, carefully lifting up the duvet to reveal his two daughters. "Is this a secret meeting I'm not invited to?" He teased gently as he stroked both of their hair. The tops of their heads where matted with hair from rubbing against the material of the quilt and their pyjamas were all twisted and rolled up their arms from sleeping.

"No, Daddy. W-We weren't playing or anything, I promise!" Opal blabbered, kicking one of her bedtime books out of Harry's view. "Dottie got scared so I was brave and looked after her. . ."

Harry's gaze wondered over to little Dottie who sat cross legged with damp cheeks and a rosy nose.

"Well that's okay! That's very good of you, Opie. But you can always come to mine and Mummy's room if anything scares you in the night, okay?" His thumb caressed Dottie's damp cheek and she slightly leant into his touch.

She sniffled, "But I didn't want to walk in the dark to your room." Her voice was scratchy and she coughed after speaking.

"You can always call us and we'll be straight in to comfort you; both of you, alright?" The two sisters nodded and Harry pulled them in for a cuddle, his large hands rubbing both their backs soothingly.

"Hey, listen—" He started as the three broke from their hug, "Mummy was feeling a bit scared of the rain too so how 'bout we all cuddle up in our big bed, hm?" Harry whispered tentatively as he fixed Opal's twisted pyjamas.

"The rain made my tummy hurt a little. . ." Opal admitted, her small hand rubbing across her belly as she tucked her face into Harry's shoulder. Even through her own anxiety of the thunderstorm, she still managed to cheer up and comfort her scared sister. ". . 'twas noisy, Dad."

"I know, baby. But I'm here now and it's all going to be okay." He rubbed her back in slow circles, "we're safe in the house, no big noises or rain in here."

Harry took both of their hands and stood up from his kneeled position, "Come on, let's go see Mummy."

The door to Harry and Lucille's squeaked as Harry's foot nudged it open. The room was darkly lit-up with a fast-changing glow of the T.V on the wall, which revealed a half-asleep Lucille under the blue light. The program was on mute but the pictures still flickered and Harry quickly turned it off.

Harry gave the girls a slight nudge each as they climbed up onto the bed and both snuggled under the quilt next to their Mum. Harry's weight made the mattress dip slightly and Lucille stirred.

"Oh—hello my babies." She cooed with a sleepy voice, rolling over to face her little family.

"We came to cuddle you, Mum!" Dottie whispered with her slight lisp, sitting up a little. Lucille chuckled and brushed her hair back before booping her little nose.

"C'mon, let's get some sleep. ." Harry whispered as he tucked his three girls under the duvet before sinking down into his pillow.

The family were like little pigs in blankets, lined up in the king-sized bed. Just as the four began drifting unconscious, a howl of wind battered against the window causing a whimper from Dottie and she wormed herself under the duvet to cover her ears. Harry gently shushed her and stroked her arm with his thumb back and forth until it fell limp with sleep.

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[her-majesty-horiko]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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➷ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?

ᴛᴀɢs - school au, jealously, jealous couple, bickering, compliments, flusteration, fluff, neon, gon

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"You are really a big help. If you want I can pay you back." Your senior wink in flirtatious way as you simply give him a close eye smile as he waved back at you with a smile from his side too.

You were in same club, yesterday he was due with a club project but unfortunately it was still incomplete. Feeling bad for the guy you offer him your help and here we are now.

As he left you as you feel a dark aura emitting from your behind annnd it was Killua, ofc.

"I am gonna break those shining teeth of his then we will see if he can still smile."

"Seriously Killua?"

"Hey don't forget you almost were ready to kill me because you see a girl laughing while talking to me."

"Well I feel guilty about that!"

"Okay so you got right to be protective but I don't?"

"We both got right but that doesn't mean we should literally stop our partner from having normal human interaction and it's not like we can control intentions of other person."

"Oh? So you atleast know we can't control intentions of other person. Well hopefully next time you will remember that before lashing out on me!"

You both glared at each other so hard a spark was created before Gon calm you guys once again.

"That idiot girl is not being reasonable." Killua retorted as he cross arms against his chest.

"I dare to say that again." You said with your fist rising.

"You guys please stop." Gon said trying to hide his exhaustion with a smile.

"It's a no-no." Neon suddenly appeared as other three back up in suprise.

"Why are you even here?" Killua said with annoyed look.

"Of course to meet (Y/N)-chan." She hugged you, making Killua even more annoyed.

"Stop clinging to her will you?" Killua scoffed,"Well unlike certain someone I am open with my feelings." She said those words with smile but their meaning was sure sour.

"But like I was saying you guys need to improve your communicative skills."

"I think they are already improved enough. We're honest with each other." Killua said not liking to hear criticism from blue hair girl.

"Well if that's called improved then I don't know what's more worst then it." Gon mumbled to himself but Killua caught the words and hold his collar in annoyance.

"So today you're gonna compliment each other." Neon declared, hands on her hip.

"What how can we find something to compliment so easily?" You hold your chin between your fingers.

"Yeah." Despite agreeing with you this wast much hard for Killua because from his view each time you was there he can always find something to compliment about but of course it's easier to think than being done.

"It's a test of your love!" Neon announced, definitely not backing up on her plan.

"Test of l-l-love?" You repeat with flusteration clear in your voice.

"You can't be serious (Y/N)?" Killua question reading your face.

"W-well─"

"(Y/N)-chan agrees. Everything settles." Neon said she pushes you in front,"Let's start with you only Killua." Neon pointed at white hair boy, who stuttered 'me?' to which Neon casually response 'yes'.

Staring at you for sometime, making you self conscious he opened his mouth only to let out long breath.

"Is it too hard to find something on (Y/N)-chan?" Gon comment innocently not knowing it hit ther nerve on you as you immediately held white hair boy's collar and in threatening tone ask him to conform it.

"O-of course not! It's just. . . . little embarrassing to say." He said as he avert his eyes away. Upon hearing his reason you also set him free as an unknown feeling emerge inside you.

"That's a negative point." Neon said from sidelines, making an irk mark appear on Killua.

"It's okay. I know he act like all rough and all but on inside he is much caring and sweet. He probably feeling embarrassed so I-I think I will go first." You said in meek voice as you fiddle with your fingers while other three awed at your words.

Even through you act so mean and arrogant, you always try to understand him better than everyone else.

"You already complete your part." Neon said while Gon agree with her.

"I did?" You said as red lines appear on your cheeks.

"Yes you did, right Killua?" Neon eyed the white hair boy who was still in awed from your words.

"Maybe?"

"Don't maybe! Now just say something on your turn."

". . ."

He look at you once again before his eyes caught yours, looking at him with pure hope. This cause him to have red lines appear on his cheeks before he avert them again.

"I like. . . .your smile." He is burning from inside but atleast he was able to say something good.

"Huh? Not good enough. Say something more." Neon complaint. Killua was about to bark at her back before (Y/N) assured them,"It's fine."

"Even with this much words I am truly happy. Truly happy to hear him say that." Your pure aura of happiness was around you. Your eyes was down due to shyness, but your happy face was everything. And just like that everyone was in aw once again.

"Can I date you instead (Y/N)-chan?"

"WHAT?"

"She really deserves better."

"WHAT!?"

Words from Neon and Gon was sure out of box, confused Killua looked at them both while you feel your cheeks burning with compliment.

"I feel so special." You thought as you look down in embarrassment.

"I think that was good enough." Gon comment as he pat Killua on the back.

Neon nodded in response before she slapped her hands with suprised expression,"Oh I remember the real reason I come here for."

Hearing this Killua gritted his teeth as Gon hold him back.

"What was that it?" You really didn't care if that thing before only happen cause Neon forget her real reason, to add you were most certainly happy she forgot and proposed that plan.

"I am having a welcome party at my house in few days so I wanted (Y/N)-chan to come shopping me, if it's okay with Killua." Neon stated as everyone glances at Killua.

"It's her choice don't make me come in between." He nonchalantly stated.

"Oh~?" Gon and Neon said together making Killua annoyed as ever.

"Well if it's okay with you, can Gon and Killua also join us?" You ask Neon with red lines on your cheeks. Looks like you was trying to be cool about it but your face totally give you away.

"If that's what (Y/N)-chan wants then I am fine with it." Neon said in a tone, totally devoted to you.

"So we all will hang out together? Sounds fun!" Gon said in pure excitement while Killua tch in response.

You looking at other three just smile which Killua capture in his heart.

#hxh killua #killua hunter x hunter #killua x y/n #killua x reader #killua x you #couple #fluff #school au

[simplyholl]

Across the Multiverse PT. 2 [Loki x F. Reader]

Summary: Y/N and Loki’s relationship takes an unexpected turn after one of Stark’s parties. When they are sent on a mission to find their multiversal selves, will they realize they should be together?

Pairing: Avenger Loki x F. Avenger Reader

W/C: 2K

Warnings: Smut. Minors DNI. 18+ ONLY. Angst. Incorrect use of multiverse travel.

You can find Part 1 here.

It’s been a few weeks since Loki and I hooked up. We have been pretending it never happened, which is easier said than done. That night hasn’t left my mind. The way he touched me, how he claimed me, all the orgasms he gave me. I lost count after five, my brain went foggy after the fourth one.

To him, everything is normal. The same banter while training. He still takes one of my pancakes every morning at breakfast. Every weekend, he still brings a different, nameless woman into his room. Tonight is another party, another night of wishing it was me under him instead of whichever model wins the Loki lottery tonight.

 Natasha, Wanda, and I lounge on the leather sofas enjoying our drinks. “I’m going to sleep with Bruce again tonight.” Natasha beams. “Y/N, why don’t you ever take anyone back with you?” I sit my drink down, turning to face the girls. “I think I almost had Bucky a couple weeks ago, but it didn’t work out.” Wanda smiles sympathetically. “Why can’t we all be like Loki and have them lined out the door?” We all look over to him dancing with the hottest girls at the party.

“Bucky is looking at you, Y/N. Maybe tonight’s the night.” Nat nudges me playfully. I roll my eyes at her noticing Bucky walking over. “You owe me a dance since we were interrupted last time, doll.” He takes my hand leading me to the dance floor. The slow melody plays through the speaker as he holds me close.

I can’t help but be reminded of last time. I let him hold me while I pretend it’s Loki’s strong arms, I’m in. It feels so wrong. I sneak a glance at Bucky’s face. He misreads the situation, leaning in for a kiss. The lips I was so desperate to kiss mere weeks ago now feel like poison against my own. I place my hand on his shoulder, breaking the kiss. “Bucky wait.” He stops immediately searching my face for clues. “What’s wrong?” “Sorry, it just, uh, something feels kind of off.” “It’s no problem, Y/N. Have a good night.” I weakly smile at him before taking off to my room. I slam the door behind me. How could I be so foolish? What was I thinking? A loud knock stops my thoughts.

I open the door to find Loki standing there. “Darling, are you alright? I saw that animal Barnes groping you. Then you disappeared. I had to be sure you were unharmed.” “He wasn’t groping me. I’m fine, Loki, I just got tired of the party. You should go back. Your dates won’t know what to do without you.” “None of them held my interest, love. I was hoping to have you this night. Follow me.” He takes my hand in his heading for the elevator. “Where are we going?” He presses the button for the thirtieth floor. “We are going for a little midnight swim.” We stand in front of the entrance for the indoor pool. Steve’s note in big red letters reminds us “No swimming after 10 pm.” “Steve will kill us if he finds out.” “Fret not darling, he won’t.” Loki waves his hand using his magic to interfere with the cameras. He walks to the edge of the pool removing his clothes. I’m watching as he exposes each delicious part of his body. “It is not polite to stare, pet. Especially when you are still fully dressed.” I give him a shy smile knowing he caught me ogling. I start stripping while he jumps in the warm water splashing.

I follow after swimming to him. He picks me up, my legs wrap around his waist. I lean in, my lips find his. His warm tongue gliding with mine. I pull away as my legs hit a chilly surface. He sets me down on the edge of the pool, kisses caressing my neck. My hands tangle in his long locks as his mouth descends on my breasts. His wet tongue slithers around my nipple while nimble fingers work the other. He grabs my legs dragging me almost off the edge. My thighs find their place on his shoulders as he goes in for the kill. Soft lips fasten to my clit. He laps at my entrance. I try to move, the sensation becoming too intense. But he pins me down, a large hand holding my stomach in place. He swirls his tongue on my clit. I’m sure he is spelling his name against me. That knowledge sends me spiraling.

I sit up when I finish. “Come up here with me.” I grab his hands trying to pull him out of the water. “Lay down.” Loki obeys laying on the wet surface. I lower myself onto him while he grips my thighs. “I could get used to this, Y/N.” I place my hands on his naked shoulders as I start moving on him. “Oh gods… Y/N… you feel perfect... I continue working him roaming my hands over his toned chest. I can tell he is getting close. His hand on my thighs holds me tighter with every movement. He thrusts up one final time, my name on his lips. He holds me against his chest, hands rubbing circles on my back. I wish we could stay like this all night.

 I’m a little worried that Steve somehow found out about our activities at the pool last night when an emergency meeting is called. I take my seat beside Loki. I look around the room, but nobody else seems to know why we are here either. Tony, Steve, and Dr. Strange walk in. “Okay kids, good news and bad news.” Tony starts. “Good news, Cap got everybody donuts.” Cheers erupt across the table. “Bad news is there’s a huge threat coming, and Harry Potter here is going to send us to other universes.” “Tony, we talked about this. Don’t call me that.” Dr. Strange glares at Tony. “I received word that an extraterrestrial being can travel the multiverse. He is destroying cities and killing innocent people everywhere he goes. He knows who we are, and he wants to destroy us in every universe, so we can’t defeat him. It will only be a matter of time before he comes here.” Steve takes control of the room. “I have paired you up in teams of two. You will go to the universe assigned, find yourself, and warn them of what is to come. Bruce, you and Thor will be together. Y/N and Loki.” He hands out papers with our assignments.

 ~Day of Multiverse Travel~

Loki and I are sent to universe 738. We thought it would be easiest to find me first. I locate my family’s old home. Maybe this universe isn’t so different after all. Everything looks the same. We knock on the door, 738’s me answers. She looks stunned, glancing from me to Loki. I look her over too. We have the same hair color, style, and WOW – she is pregnant, like really pregnant. “Hi, um, I am you from another universe. I know that sounds crazy, but we really need to talk to you. This is Loki. I’m not sure if you know him here or not. “Oh yeah, I know Loki. Nice to meet you both. Come in. Have a seat. My husband will be out in a second. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

We get settled in; she calls back into the hallway. “Babe, come in here we have guests.” Footsteps shuffle down the hall when Loki’s variant appears holding a baby. “Who came for a visit, darling?” Loki and I stare at each other mouths agape; eyes wide. “It’s us from another universe. They need to speak with us about a possible threat.”

738’s Loki looks so much like my Loki. His hair is longer, and he might be a little taller. I never thought I would see the day when Loki would be holding a child. He looks so natural though. He sits down beside the other me. The baby, a little girl with big green eyes and raven curls babbles looking between her parents and me and Loki. She reaches out for me to get her. “May I?” I ask my variant, unsure of how to act in this situation. “Of course, don’t be silly.” She smiles warmly as Loki hands her to me. While I’m playing with her, I study her features. She has my nose and smile, but everything else is Loki. From her little curls to the mischievous look in her eyes as she pulls my hair. Her parents apologize while my Loki laughs.

“So how long have you two been together?” 738’s me asks. Loki and I look at each other. I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry. Before I have the chance to embarrass myself, Loki answers. “We are not together.” He says venomously. He scoots further away from me for good measure. They look horrified. “We’re so sorry. We just assumed with the two of you showing up together.” I push my hair behind my ear. “It’s okay. No harm done. We are just friends.” Loki’s variant speaks up, “Oh you have thought about it surely.” He is speaking more to Loki than to me. Loki sits quietly, so I decide to answer. “We hooked up recently, but only as friends.” My Loki finally breaks his silence. “It meant nothing. It was NOTHING, if I am speaking truthfully.” Loki’s counterpart is saying something to my Loki, but I don’t hear it. I am too busy concentrating on the feeling of my heart shattering. I knew he didn’t think it was a big deal. But hearing him say it was nothing, when it meant so much to me, really hurts.

I look at the beautiful girl in my lap, at my variant’s glowing face as she cradles her bump. Her Loki’s arm around her. The love in his eyes as he looks at her. This is the life I could’ve had if only in another universe. How unlucky am I?            When I finally snap out of it, I figure I should hurt myself even more. So, I ask how they got together. I have to know. “Well, it all started when I joined the Avengers.” Her Loki smiles at her. “I first saw her in a meeting to introduce the newest recruits. I knew I had to have her. I followed her around for a bit. I traded training partners, so I could be with her. We flirted for a time. When I was sure I had her where I wanted, I asked if I could court her.”

“And I said no!” They laugh together before leaning in for a quick kiss. “I was shocked. No one ever refused me. I am a prince after all. It made me want her more.” “I only said no because I knew it would get under his skin. Of course, I wanted him too.” “I pursued her ruthlessly. I would show up with her favorite snacks. I would interrupt her if she spoke to another man. I conjured an entire garden in her room one evening.”

“I finally gave in after the garden. It was really sweet and so beautiful. I was also worried about what else he would put in my room if I kept refusing.” “I planned a picnic under the stars. I bought the most expensive bottle of wine, had the finest food prepared, and gathered her favorite flowers.” She looks at him adoringly, “It was the most romantic date I had ever been on. I fell in love with him instantly. We dated for a year before he proposed. I found out I was pregnant shortly before the wedding. We quit the Avengers to have our family. Here we are now with a beautiful baby girl and a baby boy who will be showing up any day now.”

I blink away the tears threatening to spill from my eyes before Loki can see. “That’s so beautiful! I am so happy for you guys!” Loki rolls his eyes. I’m about to ask them how he proposed when Loki cuts in. “Perhaps it is time to discuss why we are here.”

Part Three

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#loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki smut #loki x reader smut #across the multiverse

[fatalitysficbakery]

Nelson’s Sparrow (Gideon’s Song) Spencer Reid x Black Fem!Y/N

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: singer!reader, morgan’s sister!reader, tear jerker, grief, learning to deal with grief

Synopsis: Reid takes Gideon’s death hard and it puts an obvious strain on your relationship - one you didn’t know how to fix. Until you did.

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↳ ❝Grief clouds the vision until you push away those that in your heart you know you need need now more than ever.❞⁣ -Unknown

He never could win a chess match against Jason Gideon. With those dark fatherly eyes and a heart all too big for his chest, the organ scarred and marred till it’d grown black and gnarly with the wounds of the things he’d seen.

It didn’t feel to Reid as if his death was real, all the way from the wake to the funeral Spencer drifted through it all as if watching a film. You had never seen your boyfriend so out of it.

He could never win a chess match with Jason Gideon, and even in his absence he still played the game against the ghost of the last father figure he’d ever known. You’d awaken to find him asleep at his desk in the home library; An unfinished chess match on the table.

Your heart clenched each time, a helpless exhausted smile on your face as you wake him up again only for a cold greeting and an even colder goodbye.

“Spencer, you fell asleep again. It’s 8:39. You have work soon”.

With sunken eyes and pale skin, he would wave you off and go to get ready for work during which you still made him breakfast and brewed him coffee. No matter what, you knew you needed to stick by him. You wanted to.

“Spence? You off”?

“Yeah, bye”.

No hugs or kisses had been shared between the two of you in 4 months and yet you never once blamed him. He’d been dragged through hell and back and he still stood tall. You admired your boyfriend more than anyone; His biggest supporter, through and through.

It was too bad Spencer couldn’t see it yet. He didn’t think he deserved the support. In that big ole brain of his, the doctors only idiocies lied in that of emotions.

He could be book smart all he liked. His brain still lacked the sense to know he deserved love. He deserved love and so, so much more.

[❦]

You sit down with Garcia and JJ at a nearby cafe whilst Spencer got much needed rest at home on a rare day off.

You looked worn and tired beyond your years. You nearly wanted to break down when Garcia pointed out how sad you looked.

You voice cracks when you speak.

“I love him. More than the world itself but I, I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t deserve this”.

The cold crisp air hits your sickly pale caramel skin, exposing your cracked lips and dark under eye circles to both JJ and Garcia. They looked on in pity.

You’d always been the bubbly social type, everytime they’d ever seen you at an event? You were the life of the party. The most lively there.

Now you seemed…dull. As if you only saw in hues of grey and off white.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? That’s the first thing you need to do, darlin’. You can’t help Spencer if you haven’t helped yourself”.

JJ squeezes your hand from across the table; Your eyes glaze over tearfully.

“I-I hadn’t thought about it, Jaje. I’ve been so worried about him, I just… haven’t”.

You look down at the now stale bagel on your plate that had been left relatively untouched. You hadn’t much of an appetite lately let alone much worry in your own self care or appearance.

“Tell ya what, Hun. Come to mine for the day! We’ll do a spa day. Ooh! and I’ll make vegan lasagna”!

You laugh through your tears at Penelope’s natural gift of whimsy, her ability to make everything feel okay for a moment.

You smile.

“I’m in”.

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Your day with JJ and Penelope ended with invitations being texted to the entire team. Keep it lowkey, don’t tell Spencer.

You gripped your purse handle tightly; A home that used to comfort turned into one that brought dread, you felt…lighter when spending the day with Penelope and Jennifer, now you’d have to walk back into a home where love had been paused. A sanctuary that turned into an asylum for the mentally insane. You and Spencer barely speak, both depressed and not nearly in a state to converse with each other let alone the world.

The only comfort you got was that Spencer would most likely be tucked away in his office, playing chess with a ghost or working himself to the bone with little regard for his physical and mental health. Except, that’s not how you found Spencer.

You were sure it was your boyfriend, with the dirty blonde locks and tired eyes, thin from a lack of caring for himself and remembering to eat but…His eyes are sorrowful and they cry. His shoulders bounced with the weight of the wet sobs he let out. You hadn’t seen him cry since the day he’d come back after catching Gideon’s killer, collapsing in your arms and crying himself to sleep. You were his safe space, a home within a home but Spencer knew loss all too well- He hid. Disgusted with himself for pulling you into a dangerous lifestyle, but now… He needed you. You weren’t to abandon a love so beautiful.

“Spencer”? You called out, sighing and dropping your purse down to the couch, kicking your shoes off and walking over to him with the caution of an animal rescuer to a wounded dog. When your hand touched his shoulder, as expected, he flinched away from your touch, you sucked air through your teeth and shook your head, you knew pride wasn’t something either of you needed to fight against right now; sitting in your boys' lap, you wrap your around him and rest his head on your chest, allowing him to let everything out.

“Just let me comfort you, Spence. We’re both tired, don’t fight me”.

He’d been hiding his emotions for so long that his tears drenched the fabric of your sweater, turning the grey colour black.

“Just let me comfort you…”

That’s how the two of you fell asleep, within one another’s arms for the first time in a long time and you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss it. That the feel of his arms around you made your heartbeat in your chest when he’d finally stopped crying; his arms wrapping and tightening around you, exhausted from crying for so long. Not a word was spoken between the two of you but you could tell the air felt lighter, if only for just a moment.

The next day when you woke up you were in bed under the duvet and Spencer was gone. The residue of the feeling of his arms saddened you, you missed him.

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“Why are you up so late”? Spencer asked when he came home later that night, his voice, gruff in your ear startled you from your present task, you put down your pen and smile awkwardly, hiding the words under your arm, “No reason, just couldn’t sleep”.

“What’s that”? He asked, pointing to the journal underneath your arm, a grimace settles on your face as you think of an excuse, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

“Grocery l-list”?

Shit. You were a bad liar, it was your downfall in childhood and adulthood it seemed. You could never lie with a straight face and as Spencer examined you with curiosity you could feel yourself stop breathing, waiting for him to go all profiler on you. A trait you heavily disliked in your boyfriend. Spencer, however, takes note of how desperate you were to avoid this and nods his head, eyes sweeping over your figure once more, the grip on his coffee mug strong, he clears his throat and turns around toward the door, taking one last long look at you, “Get some sleep, Petal”.

The word he left in his wake left you stunned.

Your lean back into your chair, your head was thrown back with, silence and a grin. Petal. He once compared you to the vibrance of a petal just come into bloom, he then pronounced you Petal and it’d been your nickname ever since then. A reminder that in his eyes? You bloom. You were his Petal. You were still his Petal.

[❦]

“Hey, Spence. Um, there’s this thing with the team tonight, just a little dinner…If you wanted to go”.

He looked up and now the good doctor was stunned. You adorn a backless black dress with a jewel chain just over the dip of your back, resting just above your crack, with a black pair of red bottoms on your feet. He notes your full face of glam, your hair which was in its natural dark midnight afro - His favorite hairstyle on you. He wanted to say no, but he recognized something; he recognized your willingness to try, your persistence to save your relationship lest grief draw the two of you apart.

And the one person Spencer Reid loved most was you.

You exhale in relief when he speaks.

“Let me get dressed. I’m a little underdressed, aren’t I? You look…beautiful”.

Your heart swells, smiling softly, “I’ll go start the car, yeah”?

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At the party, comfortably situated in one of David Rossi’s summer homes was the start of a break-through for you and the doctor, who noted a stage when he came in. The party was for him. He looked over to you with the raise of his brow, you smile guiltily.

“You have people who love you, Doctor. Unconditionally so, and now we’re going to show you that you’re not alone. Hold this for me”?

With a second of handing him your purse, you disappear to the stage and sit in front of a piano; your chosen instrument since you were 16.

“Spencer Reid, Gideon’s Song. Sparrow in a treetop, eyes dark as night, he sings and it don’t stop, he’s got to send a letter…”

When the song starts, Spencer is enthralled, he immediately realizes why you acted so weird that night when he saw your alleged “grocery list”, his eyes are trapped on you with eyes closed and lips just barely touching the microphone; The song sings a story of a Sparrow atop a tree who sings to send a message, a letter to a boy it once mentored in its human life, a boy it thought of as a son; a boy it respected dearly. At the end of the song, it finally reaches the Sparrows boy. The Sparrow's chosen son.

“What’s that”? He asked, pointing to the journal underneath your arm, a grimace settles on your face as you think of an excuse, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

“Grocery list?

Shit. You were a bad liar, it was your downfall in childhood and adulthood it seemed. You could never lie with a straight face and as Spencer examined you with curiosity you could feel yourself stop breathing, waiting for him to go all profiler on you. A trait you heavily disliked in your boyfriend. Spencer, however, takes note of how desperate you were to avoid this and nods his head, eyes sweeping over your figure once more, the grip on his coffee mug strong, he clears his throat and turns around toward the door, taking one last long look at you, “Get some sleep, Petal”.

“It reaches his ears, it quiets his fears…The Sparrow’s song…For the Sparrow’s son”. The note is drawn out and high, angelic to the doctors ears as a tear falls from his eyes. He’s surrounded by the people that love him and at the end of the song - His mom is brought in, in a wheelchair, she sits listening to Y/n’s song with her eyes closed, content and adoring the music being brought to her ears. She brought him his mama. God, he didn’t think it was possible to love you more than he did in that moment.

Later that night when it was just he and Morgan talking outside, Morgan smiles at his little brother, patting the younger male on the back.

“You chose a good one, kid. My sister loves you and I know you love her, and you know what”?

“What”? Spencer quirked his eyebrows in curiosity, his hands both in the pockets of his slacks.

“Gideon’s proud of you. We all are, especially Y/n”.

Squeezing his shoulder, Morgan leaves Spencer with something to think about; you come in after him grinning brightly at your boyfriend, “You ready to go”?

Spencer is tall, lanky, within like two steps of a stride he’s in front of you, his lips passionately mingling with yours to your shock but delight. You smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and nearly melting into a puddle in his arms.

[❦]

With your legs to your chest, your body drowned in Spencer’s t-shirt, you look at your boyfriend with love and gratitude in your eyes, “Did you like it”?

“Like it would be a bit of an understatement”.

You nod contently, choosing your next words very carefully. You’d lost your sister to lukemia in 2014, she was the one who raised you her entire life, you took care of her up until her eventual death so you knew something of the grief Reid was feeling. You knew it was hard to move forward when losing someone so special to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it”?

“Yeah, yeah I would like that” His adams apple bobs with the knot that appears in his throat thinking of all the emotions he felt. You touch his hand and smile reassuringly, allowing him to speak at his own pace.

“He was the only father figure I knew, he and Hotch trained me, t-taught me”.

“I know, Darlin” You whisper, squeezing his hand.

“It feels suffocating. I’m used to facts and science. Emotions are something I know nothing about and I’ve read book after book on them, articles… This is n-not what I d-”

You move so you’re hugging him, cutting him off as he speaks. He gasps but invites you into his arms without hesitation, the air feels lighter, breathable.

He knows what it means without you speaking. He sighs. One of relief, a weight lifted from his shoulder.

“Thank you. I love you too”.

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A/N: why couldn’t they just let my mans live off screen in his lil cabin bro? 😀

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A Day in The Life of A Live-In Whore Vol. 2

second verse, same as the first-

lowkey building 'screenshots' of readers twitter to post

&lt;Pev

Baby Reveal

Realistically, it was only a matter of time before one of the boys let something slip on camera. And, realistically, it was definitely going to be George.

He instinctively turned towards the movement in the corner of his eye, lighting up when he saw you peeking through the doorway. “Hey, luv,” he purred without a thought.

“You’re not streaming?”

Your words hit like a sack of bricks as he slowly turned back towards his monitor. A couple of hundred thousand people were typing at light speed. “... Fuck.”

With the cat out of the bag, you reached your arm into the frame to smack him upside the head. “Fucking dumbass.”

It’s a Muscle

You stared at him, jaw dropped. “What?”

Dream laughed at your expression. “It’s a muscle, just like all the others I work out to make bigger.”

“...What?”

Your eyes snapped instinctively to the movement in the corner of your vision, missing Dream’s cocky smirk as he made his dick jump in his sweats again.

“...WHAT?!"

Butts

"You got a cute butt, y'know that?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, seeing Sapnap watching you dig through the cupboard- correction, he was watching your ass- with a dreamy expression. 

"Thanks?"

He hummed appreciatively, giving an innocent smile that made you trust him enough to turn back to your search for the Tupperware.

Crrrrack!

"I knew it!" You shot up, clutching your ass as he ran away giggling. "You get back here so I can kill you right now!"

"I couldn't resist, sugar! You can't stay mad at me forever, 'cause I put the Tupperware on the top shelf!"

"Damn you tall bastards!"

Twitter Trouble

“They’ve seen her arm during my stream, you both have mentioned her- I don’t think it’d be a big deal to say, ‘by the way, same girlfriend.’”

“No way, dude, Dream’s fans are fucking psycho, I’m not putting our girl through that.”

“Hey, they’re not all psycho.”

“Great argument, you’re really selling me on this.”

You were getting tired of the debating extremely quickly. George was sick of having to walk on eggshells, Dream was used to hiding everything about himself from the internet, and Sapnap was stuck between ‘protect baby’ and ‘I wanna post my damn girlfriend.’ So, you raised your hand from where you were laying on the couch, waving it until you got their attention.

“Maybe this is a good time to mention half my twitter is vague-posting about our relationship and the dumb shit we do. I can just start using names. If it goes over well, you confirm it. If it doesn’t, you get to make a video reading hater messages and shitting on them- I know you love that, Dream.”

“... It’s true, I do love shitting on haters.”

The Horror

"Oh my god!"

"It's disgusting,"

"There oughta be a law."

You huffed, glaring at all three of your boys as they crowded around your laptop. "If I knew you were going to judge me this much, I would have just paid someone to fix it."

"How many fucking tabs-"

"What's with the 'ninety-nine plus' in your inbox?!"

"No wonder it's so slow, you haven't updated the system in years!"

You rolled your eyes with a groan just as George raised his hands. "Boys, let's not go crazy here. I think I have a solution." You'd hardly opened your mouth to thank him before he flipped the computer over and popped out the battery. "This can be saved. Sapnap, trash the rest. Dream, buy baby a new one."

"You guys are dicks."

Football Season

You looked between the TikTok open on your phone and Dream, who was standing to get a better view of the game (and they call you the weird one?). You waited until it seemed like nothing important was happening to lay the bait.

"I'm taking the chargers money line and under at fifty-four points, what do you think?"

"I think I'm taking my ass to jail after killing whoever the fuck taught you that."

Your poker face broke the second he whipped around, cackling as he marched past you to get his coat. "Dream, no- babe, it's a TikTok!"

"I know damn well you don't watch football, let alone football TikTok. Sapnap, let's go! We're killing baby's other man!"

"Oh my god, I don't have-" Sapnap cut you off as he came bounding down the stairs.

"About time! George has had it too good for too long!"

"How did things go so wrong so fast?!"

Towel Trouble

"Whatcha got there, baby?"

You remained oblivious to the poison in Dream's voice as you spun around, modeling the thick material obscuring your figure. "It's called a bath sheet! Isn't it great? Now my ass isn't hanging out after my shower. George got it for me!"

All three boys mumbled out compliments as you found what you'd come in the room for, but the second you were out of earshot, the massacre began.

"What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Nice going, jackass."

"I'm about to go 1776 on your ass."

"Next thing you know, he's going to get her full-length skirts, too."

"You enjoy covering her up, you sick pervert?"

George stared blankly as the two took turns throwing insults, taking a long sip of his drink. "You two done yet?"

"Suck me off."

"If it'll get you to listen for a second." He gave them a sick smile, exactly like a villain cornering the hero. "Baby now feels comfortable wearing nothing but a towel. Baby does not feel comfortable in a bra. Which means she has a reason to delay getting dressed. Which means I just made our girl happy and gave her an excuse to lounge around practically naked."

"... I never doubted you for a second, Gogy."

"You know, I think we should've never left England in the first place."

"You're both cocksuckers."

TwitchCon

“I’d like to introduce our special guest,” Dream announced as their eighteen-plus panel began. He stood from his chair, dramatically waving to the side of the stage that disappeared into the performer’s area. “You know her! You love her! Half of you wanna fuck her, don’t think we don’t see the comments! It’s Babyyyyy!”

The crowd roared as you came out, dodging all three boys’ attempts to steal a kiss as you found your seat, picking up your microphone.

“I left the food court for this, so make it good.”

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5 Lines Tag

I was tagged by @somethingclevermahogony . These are all from my contemporary forbidden romance, Hey Can I Get Your Number?(HCI)

A Funny Line: (Ramon and Jenna are siblings. [This is to indicate phone call/text messages])

Jenna groaned as she took out her phone. She then clicked on a contact “Shit head”. She then put the phone on speaker. “Ramon! Are you on drugs?” Jenna asked the second Ramon answered.  [W-What?] Ramon asked, although something was different about his voice. Irving could be heard in the background trying to suppress laughter.  “Cirris just told me about what you told him in the car. It’s been two months!? Are you high!?” She then asked. Nothing on the other end. “Hello!? Ramon!?” Still nothing. Cirris furrowed his brows before his eyes went wide. He then tapped Jenna on the shoulder and before she could speak he gestured to keep quiet, then to hang up the phone. When she did he then took out his phone and called Ramon. When he spoke it was Irving who answered.  [H-Hello…] He asked, trying to maintain composure. Ramon could be heard in the background, his laughter muffled. “I just wanted to check in on Monty.” He said. It took Jenna a few more seconds, but then she realized something. [He-He…He-He’s good…Less stressed that’s for sure.] He stated as he tried to calm down. Ramon said something unintelligible, but it made Irving crack up. [I had just gotten him to smoke a little with me, and when it finally hit, J-Jenna called-] The professor cut himself off as the two started laughing.

A Joyful Line: Irving is an Art History professor, and loves art. (It's a toss between him being incapable of being creative, or suffering from grief fed art's block)

The man reached for his bong again and took a hit. When he spoke he held his breath. “I love art. I love looking at it, studying it.” Irving explained, grinning.

A line with fear:(Ramon does actually suffer from stress induced night terrors, and but he can't tell his father 'btw I wanna bang an employee of mine'. Father Lutan is also a wicked, evil bastard.)

The professor was about to ask another question when Ramon got a phone call. The man let out a huge sigh, before connecting his phone to the car speaker. He gestured to Irving to be quiet, and he answered. “Good evening, father.” Ramon began as his mouth slowly dried. “Son, why was your meeting canceled? You do understand the importance of this year don’t you?” The elderly man began. His tone was commanding, cold, and callus. “Y-Yes. I understand. It was the nightmares again.” The man lied. Irving’s body tensed, and though he wasn’t looking Ramon waved his hand to try to reassure him. “Believe it or not, father, mental health is important.” It wasn’t long before the two were out of the tunnels. As Ramon spoke, Irving turned the sound on his cellphone off, he didn’t need to make a dumb decision even worse.

A line with temperature: (While yes Ramon and Irving are the big/small dynamic. Irving is the big spoon lol.)

Irving looked at it before looking at Ramon; his face warmed as he stared back at the hoodie. His face grew hotter and darker as he took it and put it on. The fabric was some of the nicest fibers he had felt. It was soft, and kept the early spring chill off of him completely. However when he pulled the sleeves down he noticed it was unusually long.

A line with color: (Irving.exe has stopped working. reboot?)

The first thing he noticed was Ramon was wearing a muted red suit, paired with a dark grey collared shirt and matching red tie. His long dark hair sat loose around his shoulders. “I don’t mind, but you will need to keep the window down.” He replied as he tousled his hair lightly. Irving didn’t respond immediately, he had been completely absorbed in how the man looked. 

Your lines are: A cursed line. A mundane line. A line where a character is laughing. A line where a character is crying. A line with a shape.

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nos7_untitled: chapter i

pairings: son hm x female character

summary: first love; enemies to lovers, to enemies; first love meet again after 13 years; lots of talking

warnings: slight mention of abuse/childhood trauma

author's note: hello! im writing a novel -- and it's loosely based around sonny. some differences to note:

a. irl!sonny is from chuncheon (NOT jeju, like in the fic)

b. irl!sonny and his irl!father and their relationship is not abusive per say. both Ahra and HM endure some form of abuse from their parents as a building point for their connection, but please note that what is written in the fic has no connection to my opinion to sonny's irl dad.... i love mr son woongjung, he is an inspiration to me and i read his book and etc. this fic imagines what a footballer's life would look like if their dad was somewhat abusive (again, not related to irl!sonny's life)

c. irl!sonny doesn't have depression + anxiety (at least i dont think so) (i am not glamourising mental illness -- these themes are something i wanted to explore when i first started to write my novel and it slowly merged w wanting sonny as the main character much later on)

anyway, as you can see it might be quite diff. from the sonny irl. again, this project started as a personal novel and i had some reservations in posting it, but i thought some people might enjoy it as a little, silly fanfic thing. the female character, cho ahra, is y/n, in this scenario. please dont take the character analysis of sonny too seriously: i guess im building a new, different, alterative sonny.

enemies to lovers, childhood friends/first love etc, and it might get quite dark (ill make sure to put trigger warnings). there might be lots of other characters and elements which you might not be interested in -- if so please just skip over them!

have fun :) please let me know what you think. if you just want fanfic stuff start from chapter iii

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Seoul, 2024

As the gritty asphalt hits 50 degrees, Ahra cools herself down by picturing the cold Jeju ocean. As a child, Ahra remembers staring at the sea for what felt like years. Once the eyes adjust to that blue desert, it starts to feel like one body, the waves dancing and fighting against the strong winds. Ahra reflects on the last time when she felt this tangibility of time. Nowadays, it slips through her fingers like sand.

The vision of the ocean holds a special place in Ahra’s memories, perhaps her earliest. The endless ebb and flow, ruthless and impersonal, plays out repeatedly in her dreams. Its constancy identify with a truth about the way Ahra lives now — floating from place to place, churning and stirring, only to be spat right back out to the very same place it started. They say all water has a perfect memory: the first plant, dinosaurs, and the newborn child are all fuelled by the very same water particles, particles that follow life from start to end. But all this, just to come home, back to the big body that is the ocean. Here, all the life that happened because of water, and all the sentiments contained inside its particles, can meet and exchange their stories. Stories about life. Love. Loss. Death. The first human, or the first snow. And here, the water realises a truth about its journey — that the ocean is carried by the swiftness of its own moving, and the ocean is just water experiencing itself. This is how Ahra knows her life to be: she is life experiencing itself, just trying to do her best amidst it all.

At nine o’clock, Ahra would’ve been sat at her desk at work, had she not been fired the day before. The humiliation still stings, a reminder of the compromises she had made for validation. Ever since her high school days, she started to compromise what she truly wanted for what was socially desirable. It started with the little things, buying the black flats instead of the red ones, hanging out with the more popular friends. But the scale of this compromise got slowly bigger: she choose law and not linguistics, interned rather than travel, let boyfriends walk all over her. With every decision, she chipped away at her dreams, inch by inch, and suddenly found herself lost of any real enjoyment in her life. Ahra remembers the word for enjoyment, heung-mi 흥미 (興味), comes from the joyful ‘heung’ and tasting ‘mi’, and it was exactly this: she has lost the taste buds for joy.

What Ahra needed was an entire reset, something to regain this taste for life. For too long her body has been frozen within the ice of its own blood, in the grip of conformity — and Ahra begins to thaw as clarity washes over her for the first time in years. She knows exactly what to do, and where to go. Back to the place she swore she’d never go, to the place she last felt the strength of emotion. Back to Jeju.

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England, 2024

The roar of the crowd fills the air, shaking the very ground beneath London's streets as the city pulsates with energy.

"It's unbelievable! A sensation for the ages!" the commentator exclaims, his voice drowned out by the collective cheers. "Son Heungmin has done it again."

Heungmin glides across the grass and looks up at the sea of fans before him, cheering and screaming his name. His teammates are clashing and rubbing their bodies against him, and his heart beats so fast he thinks he might pass out, but Heungmin doesn’t feel anything. Instead there’s a fleeting sense of calm, and the accolades and adoration all blend into a numbing blur, and he lets himself be drowned in the flashing cameras and fervent fans

Heungmin arrives home, a clean and minimalist flat, much too big for one. Sometimes, he has nightmares that all his possessions are too big for him, and he loses a match because he keeps tripping over his big clothes. Or sometimes there are nightmares about a singular tiny buttercup flower on a football pitch, that is soon crushed by a big crate. The flower dream he has on a regular basis, but he is heartbroken by its destruction every time. Heungmin stands at the entrance of the door, sighing into the empty and dark silence. The void of silence wakes Heungmin up from the bustle of the football pitch. Beneath the surface of his success, a familiar emptiness looms. The same anxiety that drives him to greatness now threatens to consume him, whispering doubts of his own worth. Today’s goal was your last. You’ll never be as good as today. Your golden days are over now. This void feels like home, and like his father, and bigger and realer than any other emotion he’s felt that suddenly Heungmin believes he’ll never be happy again. A great proportion of his life is spent in this tenseness, an anxiety that coils with every weight he lifts and every ball he kicks at practice. His anxiety is a spring that is finally released at the few minutes of relief of when he scores in a match.

A few years back, amidst the orange trees, Heungmin asked his father for permission to quit football altogether. Foolishly, with every orange after orange picked, Heungmin hoped his dad would finally answer. He never did. But he remembers his father’s coarse hands and tanned skin, a sign of malehood he shares with him now. What would his dad say about his goal today? Did he hate it? Was it too sloppy? Did he act too cocky?

Tomorrow, he flies back to Korea to complete a section of his mandatory military service, and he’ll see his dad for the first time in years. Heungmin is only doing two weeks of service, but it is the first time in decades in which his schedule won’t be centred around football. He makes a vow to himself that the time won’t weaken him to think about quitting again.

As he sifts through his conscription letter, one word leaps off the page, stirring something deep within him.

Jeju.

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