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yourmomxx · 7 months

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➵ angels talking - social media au | ln4 (1)

❥pairing - lando norris x fem!singer!reader (mentions of al12 x reader)

❥plot - Arthur Leclerc has been your best friend since your early childhood, you two grew up with each other and each other's families. Your closeness leads to fans suspecting there is more to your relationship, until, almost suddenly, the ball gets totally flipped

❥warnings - none, maybe ooc arthur leclerc sorry abt that

part i - the start | part ii - the number four

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formula2pics @/yourusername & @/arthurleclerc outside the ‘Sweet Sugars’-Café last night in Silverstone, England, present to support Arthur’s brother, Charles Leclerc at the Formula 1 Grand Prix

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ynlnn look me in the eye and tell me they’re not in love

paddockgirl favorite couple

sidney(tv) they’re so cute together

bella.ltn supportive besties

itsbrutalouthere I just KNOW that they're dating

jojo.jpg childhood best friends to lovers, angst and fluff, 156k words slow burn

tswizzle definition of made for each other

leclersbabe arthur❤️❤️

mollym my favs

hotchswife can’t wait to see them in the paddock

itsellie anyone saw that picture in yns story if arthur?

↳ kaynwe @/itsellie omg yes he looked so good😍

↳ kellykiwi @/kaynwe the veins, the hair, the way he smiled at her?? just ugh😩

ferrariyn i’m just waiting for their relationship announcement

untitled they would be the cutest couple ever let’s be honest

exscapenight mom and dad actually

larinakali i miss them posting each other😭

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yourusername serious competitors since ‘08😎

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ynbabe new song featuring arthur??

lnfave desperately clinging to yns posts since arthur doesn’t show her on his feed😩

charthurleclerc not my favorite wag posting about my favorite driver

↳ amslerin @/charthurleclerc she’s no wag tho

suziesalmon hope you crushed him girly

↳ yourusername @/suziesalmon of course i did

tswizzle @/arthurleclerc take her as an example and give us some yn/arthur posts!!!

ynisbabe please baby arthur is so cute

carolyn she is feeding us with content

´lanadelslay this is a soft launch, actually (I'm delulu)

f1updates how much you wanna bet they were playing mario kart

paddockgirl they would be such a sweet couple tho

hazelnuts yn putting her entire soul into the karaoke while arthur doesn’t even know what to do is so funny to me

factorfic YES a new yn and arthur post, i manifested this

sabrinajenga your honor they’re in love

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ferraridriveracademy Congrats to @/olliebearman and @/arthurleclerc on a Double Podium in Barcelona this afternoon!👏🏆

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leclersgirl whooo! arthur finally got the podium he deserved!!

hamiltonh so proud of them!

tom.oha these two are really some good drivers. i’m sure if they keep up their work they have much potential for f1!

charlesleclerc 🔥🔥

lucasclare so proud of my boys

sidney(tv) i literally screamed when they won, i’m so happy!!

interstellarfan123 that one penalty for frederick was so unnecessary

cheesestrings my two husbands

↳ suziesalmon @/cheesestrings they’re married to me wdym?

kaynwe the both worked so hard for this, i’m so glad

tangledinu sometimes i think about the fact that arthur has those huge footsteps of charles to fill, and that ollie seems to achieve everything that was expected of arthur

↳ isobella @/tangledinu that’s not fair you’re making me sad

sabrinajenga admin can you ask arthur for me where yn was today?

↳ realobama @/sabrinajenga was literally about to say the same thing

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arthurleclerc Thank you, Barcelona, for welcoming us greatly and for the support! 2nd place baby, yes!!❤️

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itsbrutalouthere arthur where is yn???

charlesleclerc such a great race man, really proud of you!🙌

lucasclare was really worried for you there in turn 7, but you managed it amazingly!!

suziesalmon why wasn’t yn in the paddock this weekend?

bimess you deserve this so much arthur!!

arthurfave can’t wait to be there live in abu dhabi

factorfic yn didn’t even like what’s happening

↳ hotchswife @/factorfic her phone probably fell in a river and that’s why she doesn’t have access to instagram (i’m delulu)

leclersbabe i am so happy for you!!

professorproton boy you better have a good explanation why yn wasn’t there, and you better have it now🤺🤺

forzaferrari miss seeing mom😢

frederickvestiofficial well done mate!

kellykiwi happy for your win, but where is yn?

itsellie hoping mom is just busy songwriting somewhere🤭

hamiltonh none of the post-race ask the real questions! for example, what did they change about the car, or WHERE THE HELL IS YN

ynbabe mom and dad are going through their divorce era?

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f1news YN YLN, famous singer and actress is reportedly in a close relationship with a Formula Racing Driver, a source claims - it is not revealed who it is. Fans have been asking themselves many questions after the long weeks of radio silence between childhood best friends YN YLN and Arthur Leclerc, the Ferrari Pilot for Formula 2

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reidbabe guys, i think this is it

hslot_forreal if it’s not Arthur i might throw myself in front of a car

tswizzle i’m conflicted i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time their media hasn’t seemed right to me for ages now

liladonavan manifesting arthur x yn

ferrariyn that source better come clean i can’t take all this anticipation any more👏👏

↳ larinakali @/ferrariyn real.

sylviestone “dating a racing driver, won’t tell you who tho”

↳ jojo.jpg @/sylviestone😭😭

ynn1fan off topic but that’s a great picture of her

hannamountana no because i don’t know, i want it to be arthur so bad but at the same time idk mann

↳ emilyzkn @/hannahmountana i totally agree especially with her posting so much of him but him never posting her like what is going on there

↳ papayagirl @/emilyzkn their relationship has been off for such a long while tbh

exscapenight hoping arthur made a move before someone else did

↳ peppyi @/exscapenight no because watch someone else pulling her away from under arthur’s feet just because he was being a coward

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yourusername paddock days🧡

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ferrarifan1 GIRL

landonorrizzzzzzz am i tripping or is that the wrong team???

maxfewtrell thought i saw a gremlin on the grid today🤔

↳ urfafdaydreamer @/maxfewtrell LMAO MAX WHAT

↳ yourusername @/maxfewtrell didn’t know they had mirrors all over the paddock??

↳ untitled @/yourusername what’s happening.

ynisbabe you’re so stunning

ynn1fan MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MAILMAN

↳ leclersgirl @/ynn1fan THE MAILMAN IM CRYING

christiek 🧩🧩

therealobama nuh uh this feels wrong

charthurleclerc why weren’t you at arthur’s race??

sabrinacarpenter aah my love

ynwife girl is so pretty i can’t

tswizzle this is not the ferrari box??

strongandeuropean what are you doing at mclaren?

emilyzkn “reportedly dating a racing driver”

↳ hannahmountana @/emilyzkn i wish i understood math this fast

lucadevil papaya looks good on her

norisswife Is that Oscar in the likes that I see????

lanadelslay excited where this is going, honestly

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landonorris paddock days

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oscarpiastri oh man

ynlnnn nuh uh

therealdannyric explanation??

norriswife he’s so beautiful

lnfave lando side profile >>>

ynisbabe guys is this it??

formula1obsessed last lap lando? more like last SLIDE lando

lastlaplando oh my god if this is yn i will actually scream

33maxverstappen that backside looks very familiar to me…

↳ melany @/33maxverstappen that must sound so strange out of context

carlaarcher this can’t be a coincidence

getthismanachair lando who is that??🎤

norisswife first Oscar in yn's likes and now Sabrina in Lando's?? what are the besties doing here?!

andystricks caption looks awfully familiar

itsbrutalouthere praying for a statement in these desperate times🙏

urfavdaydreamer soft launch??

hardlyanything lando let me see your spotify wrapped please👀

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yourusername with great dread i have to announce that i, indeed, fell in love with a man- and also, that this picture was taken right after the first date

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landonorris i can almost feel your love for me through that caption😍

↳ yourusername @/landonorris 😙😙

sabrinacarpenter babes

oscarpiastri guess we won't hear the end of this ever

↳ danielricciardo @/oscarpiastri I will help you through this, mate

danielricciardo run as long as you can yn, i promise i won’t tell him where you went

↳ hannahmountana @/danielricciardo LMAO DANNY

oliviarodrigo so cute!!

kathrynnewton parents?

emilyzkn NO WAY

lanadelslay LETs GO GIRL

ynlnn THE SONGS GUYS I REPEAT THE SONGS

lilli(taylor's version) NEW FAVORITE WAG

landonorrizzzzzzz ARTHUR LECLERC WHO IS ARTHUR LECLERC I ONLY KNOW LANDO NORRIS

kellypiquet so excited to see you in the paddock more often😍😍

howaboutyoudont Lando noRIZZ what a LIEEEEEE

jojo.jpg gurl you so lucky!!!

hotchnerswife we're getting boyfriend Lando I can't believe it

f1news wish you all the best!!

suziesalmon the way she looks at him i. can. not.

↳ iknewyouweretrouble @/suziesalmon girly fell hardddd

charthurleclerc literally my two worlds colliding i can't breathe

bella.ltn caption so true

tswizzle they already feel like such a power couple i cannot

kathrynamy HARDEST LAUNCH TO EVER HARD LAUNCH

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dilfl0v3rss · 1 year

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WAIT CS I HAVE AN IDEA-

Y/n sneaks out to a party that she don’t have no business in going and ony catches her when she get home and fuck ha shit upp Like he always doo

AWWWW SHIT NAAAAAAA. I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGGGG.😩😩😩

party pooper

cw: gun violence

word count: 2.1k

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you were thinking about this party all week, having an outfit and everything picked so you didn’t have anything to worry about the day of. ony knew you were going out tonight, but you kind of left out the fact that you were going to the trenches to shake ass at a party. he still ended up finding out anyways, telling you to stay your ass home, but who tf want to do that.

he wasn’t supposed to be home until late so you figured you could just sneak out and be back by the time he got home. so that’s exactly what you did. your friend was outside your house by ten and you got right tf up outta there, skirt riding up your ass as you ran to the car in excitement. “bitchhh you ready?” sasha yelled, hands gripping the steering wheel as she shook in excitement.

“nah i’m actually shakin in my boots. if this man find out i think he might kill me furreal.” you and sasha were basically in the same predicament, going to this party without the approval of your boyfriends. “who give a fuck? we live right now and we’ll die laterrrr.” you giggled, nodding your head in agreement as you turned up the music and sung along for the rest of the journey.

the party was jumping. there was bitches shaking ass (including you), niggas selling drugs, and good music playing so loud that it could be heard down the block. you and sasha got comfortable real quick and we’re honestly having the most fun you’ve had in awhile. “this is your song girl you can’t let these hoes outdo youuu!!” sasha yelled as the intro to freak hoe by speaker knockerz began to play. you made your way to the middle of the floor swaying side to side until the beat dropped.

ass shaking in circles as you leaned over and held onto sasha’s arms for support. everyone’s eyes gravitated towards you as you continued moving to the song, that was until three loud gunshots were heard. bodies began to scatter everywhere as the entire party got ruined. people were jumping out of windows and running in random peoples cars just to get away from the cause of the deadly sound.

you and sasha finally made it to her car. pissed that your fun was ruined. “Y/N! bring your ass over here, NOW!!” your body froze as you listened to the familiar voice. while you was too busy being hardheaded and living it up at a party you shouldn’t be at, you didn’t think to try to at least be lowkey. ony and connie were chilling at their trap house when he looked one of his friend’s story. there you were, shaking ass for the whole world to see, skirt practically on your stomach as you gave everyone a show.

“man ima kill this girl” connie looked at his friend in concern before bubbling with the same anger as he watched the video replay on his phone. “i know that’s not my girl in the back. yea we out.” connie grumbled, pointing at sasha who was right behind you recoding as well. with that the two of them sped to the party, guns hidden securely on their waists as they walked inside.

ony didn’t plan on shooting it up, he actually was just gon calmly grab you up outta there for your safety because this is a bad area you were in. he looked around the house until his eyes landed on the center of a big circle of people. once he registered the sight in front of him he could help but reach right for his gun. your boyfriend was nowhere near insecure. he knew it was your body and that you had every right to shake some ass if you wanted, but the sight of the men around you made him sick.

cameras out, zooming closer and closer to your more private areas as you were obliviously dancing along to your favorite song. in no time his gun was out and there were three bullets let off in the ceiling. ony watched the people scatter as he waited inside for the house to be empty. him and connie stood on the porch, watching you stand next to sasha while she scrambled in her bag for her keys.

“m’not playin wit you girl. come over here now or it’s just gon be worse for you at home.” your legs moved slowly as you thought of an excuse as to why you were here. before you knew it, you were face to face with his heavy breathing chest, instantly making you revert your eyes to the ground. “unt uhh look at me mama. ian down there.” his strong hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your head to shoot upwards towards his face.

“here’s what’s gon happen. you gon get in the car, quietly. ion wanna here no crying or whining during this whole ride or ima add it on to the lesson ima teach you when we get home, understand?” his voice was low and menacing as he stared into your eyes, face drained of any emotion. “o-okay.” your lungs filled with air as ony let go of your neck, nodding towards his car.

you sat in the passenger seat scared shitless as you watched him give the guy that threw the party a stack of cash, probably for the damage he caused, before dapping connie up and saying goodnight to sasha. he got in the car quietly, not sparing you a single glacé before driving the two of you home. the ride was completely silent like he wanted. any excuses you thought of were quickly swallowed as well as the urge to cry.

you didn’t even notice when you got home until you felt your door open. “let’s go.” ony mumbled. he walked you to the living room, manspreading on the couch while you stared down at him. “m’really really really so-” he sucked his teeth before throwing you over hip lap. skirt already so short that his brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?”

the smoothness of his voice made you shiver. “why you shakin’? ian spank you yet.” a chuckle rumbled from ony’s chest as he listened intently for your reply. “m’scared.” you were terrified. usually when you’d get in trouble your boyfriend would lecture you and make a big fuss so his calmness was very foreign to you.

“good.” a hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hands instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from his rough palms. “you know why ian want you over there right?” he grabbed both of your hands into his singular one, ignoring your whimpers. “b-because it’s n-not sa-“

“because it’s not fucking safe, that’s right. a nigga could’ve put sum in your drink or snatched you up. that’s the shit that be happening at parties like that and instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry papa.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on the couch. you honestly didn’t mean to make him worry so much. it was just that you haven’t gotten to go out in awhile and wanted to finally have some fun. the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it. ony removed himself from under you, positioning his body behind your before pushing your back down. “yea i bet you are baby. hold onto that pillow right there.”

head nodding towards the cushion as he untied the strings of his sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of his print through his grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good he was going to feel. “look straight mama. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, gripping the pillow tightly as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of his dick.

“be g-gentle daddy.” you mumbled as ony gripped both of your asscheeks, pulling your panties to the side and squeezing them as he spreader them apart. “be obedient.” he trusted his full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as he began pounding you into the cushion of the couch. “oouuu fuck mama. you always so tight.” ony groaned, hand flat on your back as his other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at his stomach for him to ease up. “p-pleaseeee aahhgg. jus take a little out daddyyyy.” whining as you were already trying to run from him. ony grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling your ass all the way back to him to the point where you were flush against his stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” he slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of him curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to his size, your heat grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round him. “there you go mama. takin me like a good girl.” his hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take him. “ahh w-wait a little bit daddy. s’too biggg.”

ignoring you, ony thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so he could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. your stomach brushed against the couch as your body jolted. “unt uhh baby where’s the big girl that like t’sneak out, huh? where’s the girl that like to go out and shake her ass in a skimpy lil skirt while her man is worried sick about her?” where she at?”

wetness trickling down your thighs as you kept your death grip on the pillow. “s-she said she’s ahh s-sorry. m’sorryyyy daddyyy.” ony halted his trusts, giving you a hard slap on your ass and tightening his grip on your shirt. “mhmm throw that ass back princess. make it up to daddy.” his strong arm started you off by pulling you back and forth by your shirt before letting you do it on your own. ass clapping repeatedly as you twerked on his dick.

his brown eyes rolling as he felt you clench tighter around him. you continued working yourself on his shaft, chasing your upcoming orgasm. “d-daddy?”you were met with nothing but his hips fucking you back as he stared at where the two of you were connected. he was hypnotized by your body. “baby?” his head snapped up towards yours, shaking himself out of his thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” he breathed.

“i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you worry, honest. i-i jus wanted t’go have funn, and when you told me the day of that i wasn’t allowed i g-got a little upset. i wont g-go over there e-ever again i swearrrr.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. ony’s resolve weakened as he felt his blood begin rushing to his dick, signaling to him he was going to cum if he didn’t get in control quickly.

ony’s hand tangled in your hair before pulling you up to his chest, arm wrapping around your middle as he kissed up and down your neck. his long tongue licked a stripe behind your ear before whispering dirty words to you. “mhmm. m’not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you mama. now keep making daddy feel good and i’ll give you this nut. how dat sound?” his teeth closed around your ear, gold girls pinching the skin. “y-yes please.”

the both of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you reached your climax’s. body growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down his shaft. ony easily held you up, continuing to use you as his personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.” his pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you screamed from the overstimulation. he gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as his hot ropes flowed into your walls.

the two of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths. “lemme get the water ready mama. we needa take a bath.”

#aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black reader #aot x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot #plug!ony #plug!onyanopon

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eliluvschan · 5 months

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Guess the Girl :)

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.486

warnings: lots of fluff

genre: fluff

a/n: did y’all see the way this man teases Stay on ‘FANS’ ? there’s no way he wouldn’t be the same announcing his girlfriend 😩

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Chan’s pov.

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“baby!” i called my girlfriend’s attention. she’s my girlfriend of like, four months. and we both really like each other. my parents love her, and her’s love me. the company likes her and so do the boys. so we’re all good.

but the thing is, my fans don’t know yet. they’ve been getting very curious about it, though. i mean, i can only go to so many movies with the others, or alone. and since Y/n was a Stay herself, and i met her at a concert. not at a meet & greet.

i just saw an angelic, beautiful face in the crowd with the most happy, honest eyes- a lot of them are gonna be shocked. some might like us, some may not, and some may even send hate. i’m just worried about the last part.

“yeah?” she looked at me from above her phone in her hands, pausing the TikTok she was watching.

“i think i’m ready to tell Stay about us. what do you think?” i asked her, speaking slowly. i need her opinion for sure. what if she doesn’t want to tell them now? what if she wants to wait a little longer?

“it’s all up to you Channie. remember what Jyp pd님 said?” she smiled. okay, only my opinion matters now.

“you sure?” i asked.

“yep.” she confirmed.

“so we can’t just throw it in their faces, can we?”

“what do you mean?” she asked, looking rather like she was about to burst out laughing.

“i mean, i can’t just post a picture of us and go ‘hey y’all, this is Y/n. my girlfriend. we’ve been going out for four months and we really like each other’ .”

she let out a small laugh. “why not?” she asked.

“well, because one, i’m the creative one here, and i feel like playing a little game with them!” i said, leaning back in my seat as a hundred ways to tease them crossed my mind. i actually feel like teasing them, which i do most of the time during Chan’s room.

“i’ve got an idea!” i exclaimed and jumped up.

“what?” she put her phone away.

“let’s make them guess who you are!” i smiled brightly. she gave me a questioning look. i sat back down.

“look. we post a picture of us together, but maybe conceal half of your gorgeous face.” she blushed here. “or take a picture only showing one side of your face or something like that.” i continued. “should be fun?”

she leaned back and gave me a half smile. “okay.”

i smiled back and took my phone to open Instagram.

i took a photo Y/n took of me and shared it to my story.

i smirked as notifications started rolling in.

“well, i see the fandom’s got something to be eager about now.” she chuckled, scrolling down her own profile. i shook my head, half in disbelief at questions people dm’ed me and half in amusement.

“yep. now we need help.”

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“Jagiya! you ready?” i asked Y/n excitedly. she put her hair up in a bun and pulled her hood on her head. then she checked herself out in the mirror- can i just say she is the prettiest thing i ever set eyes on?

she smiled happily and followed me outside where Hyunjin stood ready with his phone. he will post a picture of us, in a discussed position.

“positions.” he commanded, in a professional photographer style. pabo.

but we did as he told us to. Y/n got up on a little stone pole and threw her arms around my neck. both of us had put on our hoods.

“got it!” Hyunjin shouted as he took the picture.

we went back inside and got comfortable around the kitchen. Chan and i were laughing, at the reactions he was getting.

@/hynjinnnn

@/hynjinnnn Channie hyung and …Someone ;) #GuessTheGirl

hilarious. i opened my Instagram and liked the photo.

then to tease Stay a bit more, i decided to share a photo on my story.

“very funny, Mr. Bang.” she said.

“what?” i laughed. she gave me an ‘not funny’ look and i stopped and pouted. she giggled and pecked my lips, as i smiled at her.

“next?” she asked. “tomorrow.” i told her. she nodded and disappeared outside.

next pose. what should it be? tease them? go easy on them?

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i woke up and got ready for the day. after shoving down some breakfast, i drove over to Y/n’s place to pick her up. i haven’t asked her to move in with me yet, but soon i will.

“hey baby!” she greeted me as she hugged me tightly.

“hey. i missed you.” i kissed her forehead. “missed you too.” she smiled. we had a little nose-fight and then we proceeded to her lounge. i spent the day at her house, cuddling, watching movies, goofing around, and then for dinner, i took her back to our dorm.

guess the girl, picture two, goes up tonight.

“hey guys.” Seungmin smiled at us as he saw us on the couch. she was actually on my lap and quickly got off. she’s still shy around the guys.

i pulled her back on and kissed her softly. “ew.” i heard Hyunjin and then heard the guys leave. she smiled kn the kiss. i pulled away. she smiled, her eyes shining. i nuzzled my face in her neck, and we spent another few minutes in each other’s company.

“Seung! picture time!” i yelled over my shoulder.

“be right there!” he called back. and only minutes later he was there, ready with his phone.

i picked Y/n up and threw her over my shoulder. but instead of keeping her like that, i put my head between her legs. Y/n made a flying motion with her arms as she laughed. her hair was in a bun and her face was slightly blurry so it wasn’t clear.

“all done guys.” Seungmin said as he took the picture. i put Y/n back on hr feet and together we looked at the photo Seungmin took of us.

@/miniverse.__

@/miniverse.__ Chan hyung’s girlfriend is honestly the sweetest person alive ;) you guys are gonna love her. #GuessTheGirl!

i chuckled, as my notifications blew up. i scrolled through them and stopped at one. someone’s got the answer right. someone named Da-eun.

“hey, do you know someone named Da-eun?” i asked. she nodded and right at that moment, she took out her phone. “oh yeah. Eun guessed it.” she said, showing me her dm’s.

‘is that you with Chan? OMG! OMG! OMG! why didn’t you tell me?! i’m so happy for you both!!!’

“should i tell her?” she asked.

i nodded. she smiled and began to type. minutes later, a few others guessed as well.

then suddenly a notification from Changbin popped up.

@/jutdwae

@/jutdwae grossest couple ever. #Don’tGuessTheGirl :P

he took a photo of us while we were laying in bed, her face surrounded by her hair. looked like it was taken a few days ago.

then Lix had tagged both me and Changbin.

@/yong.lixx

@/yong.lixx shut up Changbin. #GuessTheGirl

and with that, a picture of me spinning her around when we went ice skating. it was taken a few weeks ago. she wore my beanie and let her hair loose so you wouldn’t see her face.

after Lix’s post, i shared another photo to my story.

then came a notification from Jeongin.

@/i.2.n.8

@/i.2.n.8 these two are so in love, it makes me sick 🤮

i checked my timeline and most people had guessed right.

“Channie?”

“hmm?” i looked up.

“just tell them already.” she said.

i laughed and shook my head.

“why not?” Y/n asked.

“well, i don’t feel like it yet, and it’s so fun to see them making wild guesses.” i said.

“but they’ve guessed.” she said waving her phone in my face.

“everyone?” i asked, sitting up.

“mostly everyone i know, yes.”

“okay.” i sighed. “that was quick. i was hoping to tease them more.”

she rolled her eyes.

@/gnabnahc

@/gnabnahc if you guessed @/yourname you guessed right! well played ;) #GuessTheGirl

“really, baby?”

i laughed. “what?”

“i told them. the guessed who my girl is. you.” i said, putting my arms around her neck and kissing her cheek.

“i love you.” she mumbled into my shirt. did i hear that right?

“w- what?” why the hell am i stuttering?

“i love you.” she repeated.

“i- i love you too ba- baby girl.” i said, and felt my cheeks burn. what is happening to me?

“you do?”

“you guessed right, too!”

#bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #bang chan fanfic #bang chan scenarios

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 3 months

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#canon divergence where they get drunk as hell on hot toddies one night and keep calling each other papa bear and baby bear

.....can i have this? pretty please? how can i get this? what can i do?

one (1) beautiful kiss is my fee

it’s a dark and chilly night. spring is just around the corner, but before it comes, winter’s using its icy clutches to snatch them up one more time.

ian is grumbly (“we’re so close to tomatoes mick 😩 i can practically taste em”) but mickey sees it as an opportunity to trap his husband in for the night and get him good n liquored up.

they’ve been on a bit of a hot toddy kick for a lot of winter, claiming that it’s something they can be overly decadent about because what they’re spending on ingredients, they’re saving on their heating bills - their internal temps and shared body heat rendering their furnace unnecessary.

they’ve tried apple cider toddies, ginger, even a coffee recipe that left them both grimacing at each other after a single sip, never to drink again.

tonight it’s a tried and true favorite - bourbon, honey, a lil cinnamon stick that mickey always ends up puffing on like a cigar to make ian laugh. he’s returning with their third round (it’s very cold, okay?) and ian is a heavy-lidded, slightly swaying angel where he’s waiting for him on the couch, the blanket bunched over his lap.

“thank you, honey,” he grins, amused beyond belief with his own joke as he accepts the warm glass with both hands. it’s only interrupted when his sip leaves him sucking in quickly, cooling his mouth with a breath. “oo…that shit is too hot.”

mickey helps himself to the other end of the couch, “yeah alright, goldilocks,” remembering to at least blow on his first because this has to be their hundredth hot toddy of the season, and his husband is sometimes a simple man, bless his fucking heart.

and speaking of.

the sound of glass hitting their coffee table is mickey’s first warning of the approach. what comes next is the shifting of the couch cushions, ian helping himself to every inch of his personal space. “goldilocks, huh?” he murmurs through a drunken grin, lifting mickey’s glass now too and taking it away with great care. “think i’m more of a papa bear, no?”

mickey blinks. can’t help the smile that tugs at his own mouth. “no.”

but he’ll definitely take ian loving up on him, all that warm, spiced bourbon warming his belly. “mhm…”

“and who’s that make me, huh…?”

ian noses close, sharing his smile with him as their lips brush. “mm…baby bear, of course…”

mickey can taste the honey. the cinnamon. the deep, infectious desire to play as it radiates off his husband. “you callin’ me short?”

a beat… “no, baby…”

“think i’m more of a papa bear outta the two of us.”

ian’s big ol head lists back a little, his heavy-blink unconvinced. “no, baby…”

and really, how is that not an invitation to play?

“oh yeah,” mickey insists, using the space to flip the script and start crowding ian instead, pushing him back to the other end of the couch until he’s made himself sooo fucking comfortable in his lap. “you’re baby bear, on account-a how fuckin’ cute you are.”

ian looks up at him, trapped in now by mickey’s thighs squeezing him on both sides. “whole point of goldilocks is sizes, mick,” he slurs. like he’s really doin somethin with it. his big thesis statement. “papa bear’s biggest.” and of course those big ol arms wrap around mickey to prove it. “like me.”

mickey grins down at him from his seat in his lap. can’t deny that ian being so fucking huge is a very real turn on for him. but. “‘big’ don’t gotta mean size, ya know.”

“that right…?”

“uh uh,” mickey explains. and damn, fucking on the couch could be nice right now, huh? “‘big’… ‘papa bear’… s’all about power.”

ian blinks up at him. processes. and then slowly, his brows furrow in amusement. “mick…you want me to call you daddy, just fuckin’ say so.”

it’s got them both collapsing into a mess of drunken, breathy giggles, the wind whipping away outside as ian gains the upper hand and lowers mickey onto his back on the couch, following him down with a steamy “c’mere, baby bear.”

by the time they make it back to their drinks, they are no longer too hot.

#julissa the things i do for you are far reaching and never ending #gallavich #asks #ray writes

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circus4apsycho8 · 10 months

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Gosh idk if you’re ask box is open rn but I’ve been dying for a story where y/n pulls a Nya and turns into the wind (bc they’re the master of wind) and so Cole plays guitar outside and has tons of wind chimes to make music with his partner still. Bonus points if y/n comes back somehow

Lots of fluff Lots of fluff 😩 I beg

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 <𝟹𝟹𝟹 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 :) 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖��𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗 :)

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

anything. | cole x reader

“This is it, guys,” Lloyd notes, green eyes studying the map anxiously as he leans back. “They have everything that they need, which means that we don’t have much time. We have to find whatever it is that they’re working on and destroy it.”

“The cameras that we’ve hid around Ninjago have picked up heightened activity at a certain warehouse,” Nya adds. “We think that’s where they’re working.”

“Here’s the plan. Me, Kai, Cole, and Zane are going to infiltrate the warehouse first. Jay and Nya, you two are going to keep an eye on the streets around the block. And as for you,” Lloyd turns to face you. “You’re going to keep an eye out from above. Make sure that the communicators in your hoods are working.”

You all nod, everyone pulling their hoods over their heads.

“Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s do this!” Kai yells.

“NINJAGO!” the seven of you shout together. With that, you all set off for the deck of the Bounty.

You waste no time in leaping off of the edge, using bursts of wind underneath your feet to travel across the sky. You decide to expend the least amount of energy as possible, so you save your elemental dragon for later.

You follow the ninja’s dragons, easily able to keep up with the wind on your side. The breeze snaps past your body, granting you a sense of liberty. It surrounds you entirely – no ground to be found for miles below.

“The warehouse is not far,” comes Zane’s voice via the communicator. “But, we will need to land earlier in order to mask our presence.”

“There’s an alley just before it that you all should be able to land behind,” Pixal replies. “Zane, I have sent you the coordinates. Take the lead and show them.”

Zane’s dragon swoops in front of Lloyd’s, who slows down a little.

You notice that Cole’s being pretty quiet. Not unusual, but you think he’s deep in thought. You turn towards him, letting a blast of wind emanate from your palm. You use the momentum to land on the back of his dragon, immediately snaking your arms around him and hooking them around his torso.

Making sure that your communicator is muted, you set your chin on his shoulder. “Babe, are you doing okay?”

Normally, he’s all hopped up on that pre-fight adrenaline like you are – talking with everyone else, joking and speculating about how the fight may go. But something is different this time. Perhaps because this is going to be the deciding battle? You’re not sure.

You can feel how tense he is against your body. His dragon offers a low wail, making you think he’s somewhat apprehensive.

“Yeah,” he replies, tone quiet. You study what you can see at your angle, but you can’t see much because of his mask. “I just...I don’t know. This feels off.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t put my finger on it. Just...please, be careful?”

“I will if you will,” you mumble.

One of his hands come to grip yours, squeezing it. You snuggle your chin into the crook of his neck, listening as the wind whips past the two of you.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

“I love you too,” you respond, feeling his head lean on yours for a few moments. You notice the silence that has overcome the group as well.

“Will you stay until we get down?” he wonders, still holding your hand.

“Of course,” you respond, frowning.

From there, the group descends from the sky, all heading towards the roof of a building that’s hidden behind a skyscraper. Hopefully, the enemy won’t see you guys because of that.

The elemental dragons dissipate midair, allowing for the seven of you to leap onto the roof of the building. Cole hops down beside you, observing as the others sail down as well.

“Okay, everyone, get into position,” Lloyd states.

With that, Cole’s hand slips out of your grasp as he, Kai, Lloyd, and Zane all go to infiltrate the warehouse. Jay and Nya hop down the side of the building, both going to investigate the street. You, on the other hand, decide to get a better vantage point.

The skyscraper in front of you seems to be tall enough to work. With that thought in mind, you utilize your power to send you sailing up to the top, bursts of wind supporting your feet as you essentially climb the air.

When you reach the top, you latch one of your hands onto the side of the building, not yet wanting to climb over as your power dies down around you. You let yourself hang precariously off the side for a moment, your grip the only thing protecting you from gravity’s unforgiving grasp. The roads and buildings below you are so tiny now...like little dots or stripes all over a canvas.

You can’t help but grin; despite the seriousness of the situation, the adrenaline rush of being up high and in your element never failed to brighten your mood. Now reminded of the task at hand, you hoist yourself over the edge of the building, landing onto the roof with ease.

The breeze slips through the fabric of your gi, beckoning an army of goosebumps to arise all over your skin. You walk around the perimeter of the building, making sure to locate the warehouse where the ninja will be at.

Everything seems to be okay for the moment – the streets are running as normal, citizens carrying on as usual. You lean over the side of the railing for a moment, studying the warehouse. Nothing seems particularly off about it from your viewpoint.

“Everyone else in position?” comes Lloyd’s voice through the communicator. It’s just above a whisper, making you think they’re inside.

Jay’s static-laced voice is the next to sound: “Nya and I are ready!”

“I’m watching from a nearby skyscraper,” you affirm.

“Okay, good. We’re getting ready to breach the building. Keep a close eye out,” Lloyd instructs.

“You got it,” Jay responds.

With that, you simply observe for a few minutes. Nothing much of interest happens, and the others are being silent on the communicator. Paired with how quiet it is, that makes you think that they’ve successfully entered without being caught.

Suddenly growing antsy, you turn to take a look at the other side of the city. Similarly, nothing out of the ordinary is occurring.

Just as you’re about to stride back over to the warehouse side, a flurry of motion catches your attention from your peripheral vision. You twirl back around.

“Huh?” you mumble to yourself, watching as something rises in the distance. It seems to be a tower of sorts...no surprise there, but it looks like it’s...getting taller? And wider?

You frown, leaning on the edge of the building. What is that? It looks like it’s on the outskirts of the city.

“Jay, Nya...do any of you guys see what I’m looking at?” you question.

“No, what?” Nya answers. “Where?”

“It looks like some kind of tower. But it’s expanding, growing taller,” you note, frowning as it swivels to face the city. Suddenly, a horrid feeling creeps through you. “Wait...”

“Guys!” Kai’s voice yells, heavy static obscuring his words. It thickens as he speaks: “...was a trap...can’t get out...need to find...tricked us!”

“A trap?” Jay wonders.

You observe as four metal panels slide open on the tower, revealing some sort of machine. Eyes widening, you instantly leap into action, hopping over the edge and using your wind to dash across the air, straight towards the cannon.

“Jay, follow her! I’ll try to get the others!” Nya says. You can barely hear her because of how loud the wind is, but either way it doesn’t matter. You have to get there before the enemy’s plan succeeds.

So, they’d really thrown you all off this whole time. You’ll admit – it’s probably the smartest plan a villain has had in a long while. They’d completely thrown you off their tail this whole chase.

Even so, they’ve made one mistake – you, Jay and Nya are still free. You can still prevent a disaster.

It doesn’t take you long to arrive at the building. Using the wind to break your fall, you land just past the gated fence. The skyscraper spirals upwards before you, mechanical whirring coming from within.

You watch as the very top expands into what appears to be some sort of giant weapon. A cannon? It kind of reminds you of Garmatron in a way.

“Ninja!” someone yells. You spot a bunch of goons spilling out from the entrance, all armed. “Get her!”

You swing your arm out, sending a strong gust of wind barreling towards them. It hurdles all of them backwards, all smacking the wall roughly. It seems as if the impact has knocked them out thankfully.

But...what in the hell can you possibly do now? They most likely have everything they need completely set up if they’re only revealing themselves to you now.

In other words, there’s not much you can do.

Your breath becomes stuck in your throat as you see magic energy swelling up into a ball at the tip of the cannon. The shot is already charging, and it’s aimed directly at the city!

Immediately, you swivel your head around to survey your surroundings. Ahead is a building that’ll get you high enough to suit your only idea.

In an instant, you’re climbing up the air with the wind blasting from underneath your feet. It only takes you a moment to ascend the side of the building, leaping over the railing to the roof.

You turn to face the cannon, watching as the blast gradually charges. With both hands now out to your sides, you close your eyes.

Center yourself.

The breeze lifts slightly, swirling around you as your fingertips curl. Once you feel a deepened connection with your element, you funnel your protectiveness into the spell.

Now with your emotion woven between the seams of the wind, it snaps into something stronger. Its circumference multiplies, blocking the cannon’s path.

Already you can feel your power weakening, but you don’t dare back off. Not now of all times. Despite being strained, you force yourself into a surge of Spinjitzu – the most emotionally charged burst that you’ve ever performed. The urgency of the situation causes the tornado to spiral, forming a wind barrier that cuts through the atmosphere at a dangerous speed.

From somewhere, you can hear a faint boom. But your surroundings are blurring together, the wind howling far too loud for you to be able to hear anything else. Against your barrier, you can feel rancid energy throwing everything it has at you.

But you push harder.

A raw scream rips from your throat as the wind swirls faster, effectively cutting through the dark magic of the shot before it has a chance to pass you.

Numbness creeps through your body as you feel yourself aligning with the wind; whispers of past masters echo within the confines of your conscience, too garbled to make any sense.

Your vision becomes blinded by a sea of white, feeling now completely gone as you realize that you’re too consumed to return.

But that’s okay.

As the dark magic fades to nothing, you find yourself slipping past the force that lies beyond. The wind gradually fades to a stop, reverting the atmosphere to its normal state as you find yourself standing once more.

Calm overcomes you as you study your surroundings.

...What had you been doing?

You stand there for a moment, finding your memories jaded as the numbness recedes, now replaced with...longing. A burning desire to be where you belong.

Commotion emanates from the road below you, but you find that you don’t particularly care about it. Your interest lies in the horizon.

Now free from the confines of mere physicality, whole with the element you have come to love...

Nothing is holding you back from joining the sky, seeing what the world has to offer...

Still in an anthropomorphic shape, you step onto the ledge of the building. You glance down, at first studying the height and then your hands.

You are the Wind.

Just as you’re about to step over the edge, voices resonate from behind you.

“You did it!”

You turn to face the group before you, all staring at you expectantly. Yes...you recognize these people. Your previous friends.

The one in black – Cole – emerges first. “You’re okay!”

He attempts to embrace you, but to no avail – the wind composing your body simply disperses as he passes through you.

“Ha, that's gonna take some getting used to. But we'll figure out a way to change you back. Don't worry,” Kai assures, stepping forward next to the others.

“Back?” you wonder.

“To normal. You know, the old you,” Jay answers, face falling in confusion alongside Cole’s.

“Normal?”

“Hey...what’s wrong?” Cole questions, now directly in front of you as you stare at him blankly.

Then, you hear it again – those enticingly mysterious whispers. They beckon you to join them in an eternal adventure throughout the sky. You turn to glance at the horizon longingly.

“Do you hear it?” you question, ignoring Cole’s query as you stare at the sky.

“What?” Cole wonders.

“The wind. It's so much louder now. So powerful. More powerful than I could have imagined... I must go.”

“Go? Wait...no. You can’t. Listen, you have to focus. Concentrate. We’ll figure something out!” Cole pleads, trying to touch you once more.

You stare at him. How have you become so faded in what you feel? Either way, the distress on his expression prompts you to take one of his hands in yours, the other settling on his cheek in an attempt to comfort him somewhat.

His stare begs you to remain, with unshed tears lining his eyes. “Please? I...I need you. More than you could ever know.”

Still, you don’t respond. You gently pull your hand out of his grasp, turning to face Wu as he approaches you:

“I implore you. Whatever you're hearing, whatever you're experiencing. Fight it! Remember who you are. Remember.”

You smile slightly. “I am the wind. And we are one.”

With that, you turn to face the sky, your back towards them.

“Wind guide you, my friends. Su’um ahrk morah.”

With that, you leap off of the edge, instantly merging with the wind as the calls of the people behind you fizzle out to nothing.

…

First his mom.

Now you.

Cole finds himself blankly staring at a picture posted on one of the walls in the monastery. It was of you and him – taken by Nya one day while the group had been cleaning. You had jumped on his back, like you always would. Both of you were smiling.

Cole finds his thoughts racing back to the same what-if scenarios he’d been contemplating for the last few hours. Why didn’t he insist on staying with you? What had they missed that led them here?

For a moment, he continues pondering on them when he feels a hand grabbing his shoulder lightly. Cole blinks, a few tears slipping out of his eyes before he turns to find his dad standing next to him.

“Dad...” Cole mutters, suddenly finding his throat too tight for him to speak.

Lou’s expression softens as he studies Cole, moving in to hug Cole a few seconds later. The Master of Earth returns the embrace, trying to hold back his tears to no avail.

The two simply remain in embrace for a few moments as dread washes over Cole. Lou doesn’t falter with the strength of the hug, either.

“I’m sorry, Cole,” Lou whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

Cole finds his throat too tight to speak momentarily as his mind desperately searches for some kind of response.

But for a few seconds, he can’t.

“Dad?” Cole wonders, trying not to let his voice break.

“Yes?”

“Can I...come home with you for a little while? I just...I don’t know if I can be here. I need time away, I think.”

Lou’s expression softens as he nods. “Of course you can, son. You can stay as long as you want.”

“Thank you,” Cole replies, choking up slightly. “I’ll go pack.”

“Take all the time you need. I’ll be here waiting.”

With that, Cole makes his way towards his room. Everything around him suddenly feels too stifling to bear. The remnants of your energy are scattered everywhere, and it suffocates him. The feeling only strengthens its chokehold over him as he passes your room, unable to glance inside.

Once he makes it to his room, he spends a few minutes shoving clothes and other belongings into his duffel bag. He finds that his thoughts are entirely focused on the process of packing, doing his best to ignore the tears pooling in his eyes.

When he finishes, he takes a glance around before zipping the bag shut. After tossing the strap over his shoulder, the sound of a soft knock catches his attention.

Cole pauses, turning slowly.

There, he spots the Smith family gathered solemnly before him.

“Hey Cole,” Kai greets softly, offering a hesitant nod.

“We know you’re about to go, but...we made something for you. All of us. As our...tribute to her. But we think you should have it,” Nya explains, offering Cole a rectangular, black box.

After taking a second to secure the strap of his bag around his shoulder, Cole takes the box gingerly. He removes the lid, breath hitching at the sight of the item.

It’s a windchime – an intricate one, at that. Glass and aluminum sculptures cascade down from the top, all depicting different symbols.

“It’s beautiful,” Cole murmurs, tracing a finger over it. “Thank you.”

“We’re so sorry, Cole,” Nya mumbles, immediately going to hug Cole. The earth elemental returns the embrace, closing his eyes as a few tears run down his cheeks.

“Thank you,” he whispers as she pulls away.

“Let us know if you need anything,” Kai adds, pulling Cole in for a brisk hug as well.

“I will,” Cole replies, nodding towards Ray and Maya. “Thank you all.”

“Travel safely, Cole,” Nya adds.

…

A few weeks pass.

Cole finds himself outside one morning, deep in the forest that’s close to his childhood home. After a few minutes of hiking, he finally arrives at his destination.

“I can’t believe it’s still together,” he mumbles, spotting his old makeshift, childhood fort that he’d built years ago.

It’s nothing much – just an old blanket strung between three trees to make an impromptu tent. It covers a small area between the trees, including a foldable chair and a flat tree stump that serves as a table.

Everything looks so much smaller than I remember, Cole thinks as he sets his case and bag down, glancing at the chair. He tilts it down in order to swipe off the dirt and leaves that have collected on it.

Once that’s done, he sits down slowly, glancing around. The place hasn’t changed much since he last came here – not that it’s much of a surprise. Eventually, Cole spots a short but thick branch within arm’s reach.

Suddenly reminded of the purpose of his visit, he pulls his bag onto his lap. After unzipping it, he takes out the box that the Smiths gave him. He opens it, gingerly pulling the windchime out.

Cole gently slips the loop over the branch, watching as his hands leave the item to make sure it doesn’t slip. Fortunately, the grip stays secure when the wind tousles the dangling bits slightly. In the sunlight, the metal and glass parts sparkle softly.

His eyes linger on the chime momentarily, watching as it starts to emit a soft jingle upon being caressed by the wind. He closes his eyes, listening to its song

A few moments later, Cole bends down to unlatch the case bearing his old guitar. He’d found it stashed within the closet of his childhood room earlier, which is when the idea to come out here occurred to him. As his gaze sweeps the object, he swallows a soft lump in his throat, not allowing his thoughts to wander just yet.

As Cole lifts the instrument out of the case, a whelm of emotion floods him – hints of nostalgia mixed with grief and acceptance. His mother used to use this guitar – she would play him songs when he was little. The memory elicits a smile to cross his face as he sets it on his lap, the familiar weight comforting him slightly.

The wind picks up, causing the windchime’s hum to be joined with the canopy of leaves overhead. Cole listens for a second before deciding to join in. In an attempt to become reacquainted with his former hobby, Cole’s fingertips pluck a few strings.

As he does so, he eventually grows more confident and begins playing a song by memory. At first, he simply hums the lyrics, still somewhat scared to sing. Though, as he continues, he finds himself relaxing as he starts to sing quietly, opening his voice to the earth and wind.

Cole finds himself in a state of thoughtlessness – only softly singing while listening to the windchimes’ addition to his makeshift song. At some point, he even unconsciously imagines you next to him, quietly singing along in place of the chime.

As he finishes, Cole props the guitar against a nearby tree, rubbing a stray tear off of his cheek. He reaches inside his pocket to fish out a picture of you – one taken by Zane a while back.

“I miss you,” he mumbles, tracing the image slightly.

Cole sighs, setting it back in his pocket as he feels his eyes welling up with tears again. The thought occurs to him that you could be anywhere in the sky by now. What were you doing? How much of your identity was lost during the transformation? Would he ever be able to see you again?

He doesn’t know, and he might not ever know. But he had learned a lesson from his mother’s death, and that was to continue fighting no matter what.

Cole allows another set of tears to spill. Deep down, he understands that he needs time to grieve and reset. He’ll return to the monastery once he’s ready. But now is the time for him to rest and begin healing.

So, with a heart not as heavy, Cole packs all of his items back up, heading back to his father’s house for the day.

…

One stormy day, Cole finds himself seated within the old theater in their town, watching as his father’s quartet rehearses an upcoming performance on the stage. The group dances in unison, Cole grateful to see Lou’s relaxed expression as he dances about with his friends.

The raven-haired Master of Earth studies their movements carefully, knowing the quartet would want his feedback if needed.

Too engrossed in the performance, Cole misses the sound of the door opening. Two sneaky pairs of footsteps pad down the aisle leading to each row of theater seats, eventually turning into Cole’s row.

Upon spotting two silhouettes nearing him in his peripheral vision, Cole turns.

“Hey!” whispers Jay in a hushed tone, grinning alongside Nya. “Don’t mind us!”

Nya rolls her eyes, the two sitting down next to Cole. “We’ll wait until they’re finished. Now shush, Jay!”

Cole chuckles, turning his attention back to the performance. Had they really come all this way to see him?

Soon enough, the rehearsal comes to a stop as the Royal Blacksmiths pose at the end, all donning goofy grins. The three ninja stand, offering a round of applause.

“Your hard work has really paid off,” Cole notes as the four men descend the stage. “That was better than last time. Not nearly as many mistakes.”

“Mr. Brookstone! That sounded awesome!” Jay chirps from next to Cole.

“I really liked how you transitioned each song in the medley,” Nya adds.

“Ah, if it isn’t Jay and Nya! Thank you, thank you. We’re glad you all enjoyed the show. What brings you two this way?”

“We came to see Cole,” Jay answers. “You know. Ninja stuff.”

“Right,” Lou acknowledges with a chuckle, walking towards the rest of the quartet. “I’ll leave you three to it, then.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Cole calls, watching as the group enters the backstage area before it goes quiet.

“It’s good to see you, Cole! Sorry we came in kinda unannounced,” Jay starts as Cole turns to face the couple.

“No worries. You know my dad loves having an audience,” Cole replies, shrugging.

“How have you been?” Nya inquires as they sit down again.

Cole smiles smally at the question. “I’m…better now.”

“We’re glad,” Jay adds, his voice lowering. “We’ve been kinda worried, because…well, it’s been a while.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Cole notes. “I started doing miscellaneous work around town to keep busy, so I haven’t had as much time to check in.”

“We understand,” Nya assures. “But, something’s come up back home.”

“Wait, really? What?”

“We’ve received word about a group of criminals attempting to smuggle suspicious amounts of Vengestone throughout Ninjago City,” Jay answers.

“Vengestone? That can’t be good,” Cole mumbles, frowning. “Do you know who’s behind it yet?”

“Remember Miss Demeanor?” Nya prompts. “It’s her. She and a few other goons.”

“But that’s not even the worse part!” Jay cries, eyes widening. “There’s a new group of ninja out there! They’ve been stealing our thunder ever since!”

“And people have been wondering where we are. Though, it’s been a year since we’ve seen any action, so I can’t say I blame them,” Nya remarks. “But, I have to admit, the idea of a new group of ninja just irks me.”

“New ninja? That sucks,” Cole mumbles.

“But, what we’re getting at is…we want you to come back home with us, Cole,” Nya adds. “We have a new threat on our hands, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand around and let these tryhard imposters handle it.”

“Yeah,” Jay adds. “We’re going to go find Kai and Lloyd, too.”

“What about Zane?” Cole questions.

“He, Pixal, and Wu are back at the monastery,” Nya explains.

“I see,” Cole trails off for a moment. Part of him likes the peaceful life he’s built for himself here over the past year, but another part of him is ready to go back. To return to the life of a ninja. To protect those who cannot protect themselves.

And he knows that you would be the first person to kick his ass into gear if he were to remain while there were people to be helped.

“Okay,” Cole decides, expression hardening. “Let me go home and pack. I’ll come.”

…

[Somewhere in Ninjago...]

The whispers became clearer after a while.

And you could hear them – the previous masters of wind, their shared memories with their elements all surging within your ethereal mind as you surfed the winds, never once touching the ground.

There was one voice that was...familiar to you – almost akin to a rush of déjà vu, yet somehow stronger. Some of the names were familiar – they would tug at distant memories, but not quite hard enough to bring any to light.

Their strength fades with every passing day, though, and at some point you simply stop worrying about it.

That is, until you find yourself hovering above Ninjago City one night, watching as the citizens gather for a celebration of some sort below.

Intrigued, you land on the roof of a nearby skyscraper, leaning over the edge to observe. In their hands, they bear orange objects.

“It’s a remembrance ceremony.”

You turn upon hearing the new voice, spotting the only other entity you had met in the sky – the only other entity like you. You don’t know his true identity, just that he has been lost to the wind for far longer than you have.

“A ceremony...” you repeat, turning back towards the crowd below. “I see.”

The entity steps closer towards you. “I am glad that you are here. There is something I must ask you.”

“What is it?”

“For some time now, I have been observing you. The other day, you intercepted a rooftop altercation and saved a man from falling to his death. Tell me: why do you save them?”

You pause for a moment, thinking through your answer. Do you save people because it’s right? Well, that must be part of it, but something about that seems...lacking. Incomplete. And you don’t understand why. It’s on the tip of your tongue, except you know you won’t ever be able to understand why by yourself.

For the moment, though, you elect to keep your thoughts to yourself. “Because...it is the right thing to do.”

He seems aware of your hesitancy. “I sense there is more to it than that. After all, we are merely an aspect of nature. Right and wrong do not exist within our territory, yet still you insist upon interfering with human activity.”

“But it feels wrong to me,” you mumble. “And I think there is something I’m missing. Something I’ve lost that has to do with myself.”

“Then find it,” he encourages, the two of you watching as the lanterns begin floating up. “Perhaps the truth is closer than you think.”

“Where would I even begin searching?” you question, trailing off as the lanterns float closer to the skyscraper’s edge.

“Heed their words,” he answers. “You will find what is missing below.”

With that, the entity dissipates, leaving you to figure out what he means. Hm...below. Did he mean the lanterns?

You reach over the edge, grasping one of the lanterns and pulling it closer. It appears to have a message on it, addressed to a name that feels familiar, followed by:

Thank you for stopping that blast of dark magic! Our city would have been torn to pieces if it weren’t for you!

You repeat that name, releasing the lantern. You say it again as you go to grasp another one:

Thank you for saving me and my mommy! I’m sure your friends will miss you, though. But you saved us all. Thank you!

That name. It keeps appearing, again and again, lantern after lantern. Something is on the tip of your tongue, but still you feel that what you’ve learned isn’t quite enough to tip the scales in your advantage.

You continue reading them, all of the messages along the same caliber before you come across one that sticks out to you:

We all appreciate your sacrifice. Without you, Ninjago would have been destroyed. I bet Cole really misses you.

“Cole...”

That’s the name that triggers something. You narrow your thoughts in on that portion, jumping off of the building and going to zip across the sky so you can think about it more clearly.

For a moment, you simply let yourself fall. As you contemplate the name, your form dissipates into the snapping bands of wind around you. An image conjures within the back of your mind – a group of people, their tauntingly familiar faces eating away at that strange wall blocking something.

“Who are they?” you wonder, pushing against that block harder. Even still, it tries to continue its lasting suppression.

But you push even harder.

And finally, like a dam...

...it snaps, allowing heaps of memories to crash through all corners of your mind.

You’re not sure how long it takes you to process it all. You find yourself drifting aimlessly among the skies, sorting through all of the memories and trying to make sense of everything.

But one thing is clear to you – you have to get back. You must find a way to return.

But how?

Your answer hits you a moment later, a mental image piecing together – one of a home long forgotten; a refuge that you had, at one time, known like the back of your hand. It makes sense that they would gather there, right?

Mind set, you begin traveling in the direction of the monastery.

…

Cole sighs, yanking his mask off as the team enters the hangar bay. He runs a gloved hand through his sweaty, tangled hair, using the fabric of his mask to wipe away a few beads of sweat. Damn, he’s more out of practice than he thought.

The others aren’t in any better shape, all sporting defeated expressions as the group processes what had just occurred.

Lloyd is the first one to say what the entire team is thinking: “Ex-ninja? Old-timers? Who do they think they are?!”

“The New Ninja of Ninjago City,” answers the uncaring voice of Zane. “And their arrival was fortuitous. Without their help, it is likely we would have been defeated. I calculate our odds⁠—”

Zane is interrupted as a sudden sound pierces the relative silence of the background – something akin to a distant, shrill whistle. Had it come from within the walls?

The team studies the ceiling for a moment, the sound droning on for a few more seconds before subsiding.

“What was that?” Jay speaks up hesitantly, eyes nervously flicking back to the team.

“Sounded like the wind,” Kai adds. “But...it wasn’t windy when we came inside, right?”

“No, it wasn’t. Not to mention that we’re fully underground now,” Cole mutters.

“I think it came from the vent. Everyone quiet down for a second,” Nya instructs, snatching a flashlight from one of the nearby tables. She approaches the vent, stare scrutinizing as she aims the beam of light inside. “Well, there’s nothing that I can see. But the draft is strong...stronger than it should be.”

The group quiets down once more as the whistling returns, this time even louder. Nya shuts the flashlight off, backing away as the ninja ready themselves.

The vent begins to shake violently, the whistling only increasing in volume.

“Hangar bay sensors are detecting a breach in security,” Zane notes.

“Did the sensors pick up any signs of life?” Jay questions.

Zane shakes his head. “It is some kind of foreign entity. I cannot tell what exactly it is because the readings are unclear. Be ready.”

This causes the group to quiet down, zeroing in on the vent. Moments later, something just...pours out of the opening.

A pool of gray smoke puddles underneath the vent, the substance almost seeming...alive, in a way.

“What the hell?” Kai mutters, stepping forward to observe it. “Is that...smoke? Why is it moving?”

But something about the way the smoke is moving catches Cole off guard, leaving him to continue watching as the others start speculating. Something about it seems...familiar, in a strange way.

That feeling only strengthens as the substance starts to mold itself into an anthropomorphic shape, bands of wind snapping together to form the same figure he hadn’t seen in a year.

Cole crouches near the figure, catching the attention of the others as he says: “Guys...wait, look. It’s not smoke.”

The earth elemental’s eyes remain locked on the figure as the wind finally finishes taking shape. Cole shoves his aching heart to the side as he whispers your name, gently testing the solidity of your form by pressing his hand against yours.

Like last time, it passes through, but the interaction seems to catch your attention. You look up at him, the close angle giving Cole the perfect chance to study you.

Despite being entirely composed of wind, he can still see your expression clearly; you’re straining yourself, trying to focus on speaking without breaking concentration.

“C...Cole...?” you mumble, voice ethereal as your eyes widen slightly. “Is it...is it really you?”

“Yes, yes, baby, it’s me,” Cole answers, tone almost frantic as he strains to listen to your quiet voice. Your form suddenly solidifies enough for him to touch you, allowing him to take you into his arms.

“I...I r-remember now,” you stutter, raising a hand to cup his cheek. “I...need your help.”

“Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need me to do. I’m here,” Cole replies, fingers covering yours.

“There’s a...way back,” you explain, voice straining. “Need to drain...my powers...I c-can't hold this form-”

Cole feels his heart lurch as two pairs of hands pull him away, eyes widening. “No, wait!”

His objections fall on deaf ears as he watches your form turn from that translucent white to the signature, icy blue of Zane’s element.

“Apologies, but freezing her was the only way to maintain her form,” Zane explains, stepping forward to study you.

“She’s...she’s okay, right?” Cole wonders, your frozen body still on the floor.

“Affirmative. In her gaseous state, she should experience no damage. She said she needed to drain her powers, yes?”

“Yeah, that’s what she said, but...that’s impossible, right? There’s no way we can undo whatever spell she performed,” Cole responds, a hand on his forehead.

“No. It's not. Kai had his powers taken away. Remember?” Lloyd interjects as Cole takes a moment to process what his teammates are saying.

Kai nods, eyes downcast at the memory. “Yeah. I remember. Real well. And if you're thinking what I think you're thinking⁠—”

The brunet’s suggestion causes Cole’s understanding to click into place.

Aspheera. She can take away your power. She can save you.

Cole frowns upon remembering that Aspheera is imprisoned, and it would be risky to break her out – especially with those new ninja prowling about. So many things could go wrong...

...but if it worked?

Then...you could come back. For good.

Sensei Wu interrupts this time, having been unusually quiet during the ordeal. “That is out of the question. There has to be another way!”

Lloyd approaches his uncle, coming to a sudden realization. “Master Wu. You spent the last year searching for a way to bring her back. Have you found anything? Anything at all?”

The old man releases a hefty sigh, shaking his head. “I have not.”

“Sensei...” Cole starts, approaching him with pleading eyes. “After all she did...for us, and for the city. This could be the only chance that we have to save her.”

Through Wu’s firm glare, however, Cole takes note of the pain lurking underneath. The exhaustion of hunting for another way, the pain of losing one of his pupils. Even Wu is breaking, despite his next rejection: “This is a mistake! Aspheera can't be trusted! If we let her out of prison, even briefly, lives will be at risk. I...I cannot be a part of this.”

“But, Uncle,” Lloyd argues, eyeing your fallen self. “Everyone is safer with her back!”

“No doubt, this is going to be one of the riskiest missions we’ve ever decided to take,” Nya notes. “And whatever we decide to do...we have to decide as a team.”

“So...are we still a team, then?” Cole wonders, letting the question linger momentarily.

Everyone’s head turns to Lloyd, who proposes the decision:

“All in favor of going after⁠—”

Before he can even finish, the entire team has their hand raised. A sense of relief floods Cole as Lloyd nods, the gravity of the next mission settling in as everyone comes to understand what must be done.

The blond nods as everyone lowers their arm. “Okay then. It's decided. We go get Aspheera, and save her.”

With that, the group disperses after collectively deciding to try and ask the mayor for help first before jumping into any drastic decisions. As everyone goes to gear up, Cole takes the opportunity kneel next to you again.

Tears line his eyes as he gently traces your fingers, wishing he can hold your hand, but scared of his body heat potentially speeding up the melting process.

“Don’t worry about a thing, love,” he mumbles. “I don’t care what I have to do. I’m going to get you back.”

…

You can't move.

No matter how much you try, you’re stuck – frozen, you think. The energy lacing the ice encasing you is familiar; it prevents you from losing your shape. You don’t think you’d be able to reassemble yourself if it melted due to the lack of elemental wind energy present in the bay.

Your vision is completely covered in ice, unable to see anything clearly; silhouettes dip in and out of your vision, sometimes accompanied by muddled voices. If you listen closely enough, you can make out patches of what they’re saying if they’re close enough.

The one you cling to most is Cole’s. He visits you when he can between missions, promising that he’s going to find a way to turn you human again. You wish he could stay with you longer, but are grateful that he’s working so hard to help you.

You have no idea how much time has passed. For the most part, you just feel...cold. You yearn to regain your sense of touch, realizing that you’ve nearly forgotten what it feels like.

At some point, you start to hear...shouting? You can’t quite discern who is speaking, but it seems as if the entire team has returned. More commotion ensues, to the point where you find yourself overwhelmed trying to understand what’s happening.

But...something’s happening.

A sharp vibration instantly snaps the ice off from around your figure, a string of purple light encompassing you. You’re forced off of the ground, a newfound energy clawing its way between you and your elemental power while your vision is completely flooded with purple light. Little by little, the wind that you had grown so accustomed to wielding starts dwindling.

Part of you instinctively latches onto the bit that remains, but the immense power of the spell overwhelms your last bit of control on it.

And then? Your wind is gone. Just like that.

But...that’s not all. The purple abruptly stops, and a loud noise sounds from somewhere near you. A chorus of shouts echo within the bay as the spell releases you.

Blinding lights are the first thing you notice, followed by your body crashing to the ground. The breath in your lungs (if there was any there to begin with) is knocked out, leaving you struggling to breathe. Your skin is burning with the remnants of the spell, paired with the sudden sense of solidity underneath you.

You try to suck in a breath again, but your muscles still won’t obey you.

Suddenly, someone is hovering above you. You realize Cole has swept you into his arms, and he’s trying to tell you something.

“Breathe, baby, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” he instructs, his voice an anchor of familiarity amidst the chaos of your surroundings.

After a few tries, you’re able to inhale deeply.

“That’s it, there you go. Keep breathing. You’re okay. You’re safe now,” he promises, his spearmint eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“C...Cole...” you drawl, still trying to become reacquainted with your physical body. “Thank...thank you...”

“I told you I’d do anything for you,” he mumbles, dropping his head so that he can press a soft kiss against your lips. You close your eyes, savoring that missed feeling of your lover against you.

More voices – these unfamiliar – start speaking, causing Cole to shift his attention elsewhere. You watch as his expression morphs into one of disappointment, turning back to face you.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, but I have to go,” he mumbles. “I’ll be back as fast as I can, but Skylor and Sensei are going to take care of you until we get things sorted out.”

“No...p-please stay!” you choke out, now able to move your hand to clutch his.

“Your friends are being arrested for breaking into Kryptarium Prison and freeing a felon!” announces some punk in a teal gi. “We don't have any reason to arrest you three. Yet. But I warn you: we're watching you. And if you give us any reason to even think you're following the ninja's example, we'll be back. And you will face the New! Ninja! Smoke bomb!”

“Don’t worry about it, love,” Cole states with a sad smile. “We’ll figure something out, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say as he releases your hand.

With that, the ninja are taken away, leaving you with Skylor, Pixal, and Sensei Wu. Cole breathes a heavy sigh of relief, knowing that you’ve returned and will recover.

“I hope it was worth it, criminal,” sneers the pink ninja.

“It was,” Cole states, glancing back at you one last time before sharing a small, victorious grin with the team. “For her... I’d do anything.”

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Loving & Leaving- Part 5

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A/N: I should have said this earlier in the series, but I am aware Nico and Timo do not live close to each other in Switzerland. However, for this work of fiction, we gonna pretend. I really love these two. OMG, @ Emma finally giving in and handing us all the fluff we deserve. Only one more part after this 😩. Appreciate your love!

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content (multiple times, blesssss), graphic descriptions of birth (forgive any inconsistencies), pregnancy, swearing.

“Babe.” I moan to Timo from where his head has disappeared beyond my bump and between my legs. His tongue is generous this morning, lapping and tasting me like I’m actually his breakfast. “Yeah.” I sigh, eyes closing shut as my core shakes, tightening my full belly.

It’s been a slow build morning. He started with sensual touches on my hip, lips pressing along my shoulder blade until his hands snuck up my shirt, rubbing at our growing baby. From there, his fingers glazed along my breasts, stroking and teasing my sensitive nipples until my hips bucked back into him, trembling, desperate.

His playing continued. He took his time pulling my pajama pants off, kissing his way up my left leg then down my right, sucking along every millimeter of my stretched and swollen body. A sound I didn’t recognize fell from my lips when his first tongue stroke hit my clit. His grin was sinister, teeth helping suck my folds between his lips hungrily.

I reach wildly by my hip to touch any part of him. I can’t thread my fingers in his hair. It’s too hard to reach with our baby in the way. Timo laces our fingers together instead. I squeeze them as my orgasm grips me. He slowly backs his pressure off, giving gentle slurps and laps as I dissolve into the pillows.

“You were right.” I murmur when I can, staring at the ceiling. “That was a good distraction.” Timo smiles against my belly, pressing soft kisses where little feet move. “How am I going to live without you?” I whisper.

“You’ll have part of me.” He jiggles our son by digging his fingers into my belly.

“Not the same.” I mumble, trying to roll onto my right hip as he craws up to lay next to me. His hand grips my other hip to pull me the whole way. He slides closer, fingers weaving through my hair to hold my head.

“We’ll talk every day.” He says against my lips. I close my eyes, leaning into the kiss. It’s like stepping into a warm shower after a cold day, full of tingly skin and appreciated comfort.

Today, I’m 29 weeks pregnant.

Because of that, our care team in New Jersey told me this week that it is time for me to fly home. The Devils are making a long, playoff push which means Timo and I will need to be separated until they win the Stanley Cup or lose. I could stay. But, in our early talks, it became important for us to have our baby in Switzerland. Most Swiss NHL players don’t get this choice and we feel grateful to welcome our baby into the world where we entered too. A Swiss birth certificate- no stress of dual citizenship hovering over our heads with multiple documents for the rest of his life.

At this point in my pregnancy, I can’t stay here and have our baby in Switzerland.

“Here.” Timo hands me my red passport book at the airport later. We smile at each other, remembering when I surrendered it to him after returning in January. He had made a big show of putting it in the safe in his closet. “Gotta lock this up, so you can’t leave without telling me.” But later that night, he slid the combination to me on a post-it. “All joking aside, you can leave whenever or if you want.”

Now that it’s time for me to do so, I really don’t want to.

Dread fills me as I wait outside the car for Timo to pull my two suitcases out of the trunk of Nico’s car. My bottom lip trembles, forcing my eyes shut. Tears build behind my lids, coating my lashes. A noise falls from my mouth. I clasp my hand over it as Timo turns to look at me.

“Babe.” He sighs, squeezing my fingers.

“I got the rest.” Nico assures him, taking over the luggage so Timo can wrap me in his arms. I immediately sob into his chest.

“I love you.” He says into my hair. “I know it’s hard.” He rocks us together as I cry, gripping his shirt in tight fists on his back.

“I don’t want to let go.” I whisper. When I tilt my face to his, he presses a deep, consuming kiss on my lips.

“Me either. It’s just for now. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” He nuzzles his nose into my wet cheek. “Be brave, baby. Take care of yourself and our son.” He leans down, pressing a long, tender kiss to my bump. “I love you. Both of you.” He rubs my back as I wipe tears from my face. His lips press longingly into my hair, discomfort obvious on his features.

“We love you.” I hiccup before taking a steadying breath. I need to keep it a little bit together here.

Nico is next.

“Don’t forget, you’re growing a future number 1 overall draft pick in there.” He jokes before wrapping me into a tight hug. “I love you. I’ll take care of your other boy here.”

“Love you.”

Timo gives me one more hug and a long, lingering smooch that makes my little brother shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Our fingers stay laced together until they can’t anymore. I feel empty as my feet shuffle me towards the line with a vice-like grip on my red passport.

How did I ever leave him the times before this?

Timo follows me along the outside of the security line, step for step, until I disappear behind the glass.

- - -

“You should take a break.” Rhea says to me at the end of May. I am leaning against the bar at the outdoor event we are presenting for a high-end technology firm. It’s outdoors on a gorgeous roof top overlooking Lake Constance.

“I’m fine.” I insist to her, ignoring the swelling I can feel in my ankles. The straps of my wedges are cutting deep grooves into my feet. If I was in a truthful mood, I would admit that I am not feeling great today.

“I’m the boss now.” She quips at me. “Go. Take. A. Break.”

“We are co-partners.” I shake my head at her. Rhea becoming a partner was a long-term goal that my pregnancy rushed forward. She has kept the business thriving while I lived in New Jersey with Timo the first few months of the year. I’m grateful for her support and partnership in this next chapter.

“It still means I get to tell you what to do… half of the time. Seriously. Things are going well. Go sit down. Get some water. Maybe a snack for this guy.” She pats my belly and strolls away to chat with the catering supervisor.

I take her advice, easing into a chair off to the side, hidden from the guests. My hand strokes my belly where the baby kicks against one of my organs.

“Settle.” I muse. “Let’s call daddy quick.”

I press his name on my phone, bringing the speaker to my mouth as I scratch a newly forming stretch mark on the side of my hip. The phone rings and rings with no answer. I furrow my brows then find myself grinning at the sound of Timo’s voicemail greeting.

“Hi Timo Meier, it’s your baby mama. I have a complaint about our son and his rib kicking again.” I chuckle, then sigh. “Well, you’re busy cleaning or packing or dancing with drunk cats I’m sure. Call me when you can. We love you.” I click end, tossing my phone onto the little side table to my right.

Right now, things are lonely here. Soon, that will change; Timo will be home with me and our son. He’ll hold me and rub my swollen feet and get me through these last few, uncomfortable months of pregnancy. It’s unfortunate that he’ll be returning without a cup. But a loss in the Eastern Conference Finals is still a better result than the prior year. He’s close to greatness. Maybe next year, our son and I can witness it together.

A cool breeze blows the strands of my brown hair about. I close my eyes, focusing in on the sweet smells of summer, pushing into my belly to adjust the baby’s foot moving against my ribs again.

“You’re a little bit of a handful these days.” I murmur down to my belly. I smooth my dress out, watching as it bounces with the wild movements of the baby spinning about. “Ow.” I mutter, then push myself back up into a standing position. This helps move him lower and out of my ribs. So much for sitting.

Ding

I pull my phone up to look at the text from Timo.

How do you sound so beautiful and I can’t even see you?? Can’t talk right now, drunk cats and all 😉. I’ll try to catch you before you go to sleep. Miss you two. Love you more.

Please call. Wake me, I don’t care. I miss you a lot today.

Just you?

Okay, we 🙄

That’s better. Two 😘😘 for my sass queen and my buddy. Gotta go!

To where, I’m not sure. I want to ask but ultimately don’t.

I find out later when the door to our bedroom creeks open, jolting me out of a deep sleep.

“Sorry, baby.” I hear Timo say. It takes a moment for me to register his voice is in the room with me. When I feel his large hand cupping my baby bump, I know it’s real. “ Hi beautiful.” He presses his lips to mine. They curl into a smile under his mouth.

“You’re home.” I say, surprised. The Devils just lost three days ago. He shouldn’t be halfway across the world already.

“Yeah. Skipped out on everything to get here with you. I’ve missed too much.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Look at you.. finally in this bed.” He chuckles. I’ve never been to his place in Switzerland before. It was strange coming here for the first time without him. The neighbors definitely gave me looks.

“Exactly how you pictured it?” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Yeah.” He laughs, stroking our son. “I saw the nursery.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s perfect. You did such a good job.” His lips press against mine again. His hand comes to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. My bump presses into his hips where I can feel him hard against me.

“Eight months pregnant and you’re still into me?”

“Fucking obsessed.” He murmurs. “Flew coach internationally just to get between these thighs.”

“Please… Make love to me in this bed.” I say against his lips, moving my tongue into his mouth. He grins into our kiss.

“You should know I used to cum at the mere thought of you in these sheets.” He admits.

“Ugh, that is hot.” I moan, lifting my hips slightly so he can pull my pajama shorts off.

“Always my best work too.” He insists, eyes darkening as my bare breasts spring loose from my bra. “Jesus, baby. These things are… massive.” He groans as he palms them. The edges of them now flow outside of his large hands. His skin against my nipples is invigorating. He releases both breasts, bringing his mouth down. He places open mouth kisses all along the warm skin until he encloses over a nipple. My head falls back as I moan appreciatively.

“So good.” My voice is needy, encouraging him to slide a hand down between my legs. He spreads my thighs wider, then uses his fingers to move my wet panties to the side. He plays with my slick flesh, kneading and circling until I’m pressing insistently into his hand.

It’s been so long since he’s touched me. It doesn’t take much more of our rhythmic movements to make me cum. I run my fingers up his jaw as he kisses me deeply. Eventually, we work each others clothes off, fumbling awkwardly in the dark.

“How should we do this?” He chuckles. I’m too pregnant to be on my back. I would need a few pillows to support my belly doggy style. I can be on top, but the thought of him seeing my pregnancy chins up close and personal feels like a turn off.

“Um, maybe side by side.”

“You don’t like that.” He immediately shakes his head.

“I said that once and it’s because you were too wasted to fuck me right.” I roll my eyes at him as he drops his mouth open in shock.

“You came that night!”

“Did I?” He sucks in a shocked breath and holds it while pursing his lips at me. “I did.” I admit, snickering as we get into position. I am on my side, legs close together and knees curled up while he takes an approach from under me so we are almost making a T.

“Time to shut you up.” He snips, stroking his cock through my slit. I’m so wet and slick, he glides right through, teasing my clit with sloppy friction. He reaches for the baby, anchoring a hand there while the other reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together as he enters me. I bite my lip, sucking in a deep breath at the intensity. The increased blood flow has everything tightened for me. He feels incredible- so thick and filling. “Mmm, now it feels like I’m home.” He moans, easing out and then pumping back in.

“I missed you so much.” I groan, squeezing his fingers.

“Yeah? Can you play with yourself for me. I can’t reach from here. Somethings in the way.” I run my fingers up my belly until I reach my nipples, pinching them into stiff peaks.

“No baby talk.”I whine as I continue stroking my nipples. We’ve had sex many times since I’ve been pregnant but not since the baby has been this big. If he kicks against my organs right now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep going.

“Okay, but stay still, buddy.” He gently rubs my stomach as he increases his thrusts. All baby talk ceases as I start moaning my baby daddy’s name, begging for him to keep going. Our thrusts echo through the room, the silky sheets, adding a soft pleasure as I writhe against them.

“Ohmygod. Oh… ohmygod.” I whimper as he presses deeper into me, picking a staccato beat. I suck in a shaky breath, then roll my head back against the pillow to shout loudly at the ceiling as I come. My inner muscles clench around his cock as he slows his thrusts. I melt into the pillow, biting my lip as his last few thrusts combine my cum with his. “Was that… good for you?” I ask into the dark. He didn’t make much noise and now I’m feeling a little insecure that I just had an amazing time and he thought it was meh.

“No.” He admits, sliding out of me. “It was way better than that.” Happy tears pinch my eyes as he moves to the side of me. “It’s been awful here without you.” I sniff as he wraps his arms around me. He is patient and sweet as a few drops make a break for it down my cheeks. “Sorry, I can’t control it.”

“I know, Em. It’s cute.” He combs his fingers through my hair, letting his hand fall into the rest of my hair fanned out behind my head. “Your hair is so long.”

“Yeah, it’s the prenatals.”

“Kinda like it.”

“Enjoy it now. It’s all gonna fall out after I give birth. At least that’s what I’ve read.” I study his face, silently terrified he will lose interest in me with the mark pregnancy, and soon birth, is leaving on my body.

“I’d love you even if you were bald.” He says it with such confidence, giving his head a reassuring nod.

“I don’t mean all of it.” I snort, scratching an itch at the end of my nose. He goes quiet, just looking into my eyes. I’m laying slightly on my side, scrunched up against his left arm, hair tossed behind my head with a slight sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin.

“So many nights I dreamed of being here like this with you.” His voice holds so much emotion, causing me to bite my lip. “But the reality of you here, pregnant with our baby… is better than any dream.”

I nod my head in agreement, then spend the next few minutes we are awake, kissing him in tender appreciation.

- - -

The day our son is born starts like any other off-season day. Timo and I share breakfast together before he heads out to train with Nico. By the time he comes back, I am having pain in my abdomen and back. He finds me on the birthing ball in the middle of the living room, watching TV with my phone as a timer.

“Hey babies.” He kisses the top of my head. “Gonna rinse off in the shower quick.”

“I think I’m having contractions.” I’ve had Braxton Hicks on and off for the last couple of weeks, but this is different. More consistent timing and deeper. Timo grins.

“Yeah?” He wiggles his eyebrows excitedly. He cannot wait for our son to enter this world. “Do I have time to shower?”

“Yes, I’m not- oh!” I gasp as my water breaks mid-sentence. “I guess not.” I finish with a laugh of disbelief.

“I’ll get the bags!” He is visibly giddy as I stare at the fluid beading down the silicon ball between my legs.

14 hours later, I fall back into the pillows of the hospital bed, convinced that I can’t push anymore than I already have for the last hour. Timo stands on my left, hands full, one with my left leg and the other with my hand.

“Am I doing this right?” I groan to Dr. Lori. “Why isn’t he out?” It comes out as a hiccup of a sob. I’m so tired. I’m sweaty and emotional and I think if Timo tells me one more time how great I’m doing, I’m gonna have to slap him.

“Yes, you’re doing this right.” Dr. Lori assures me. “His head is almost out. Bare down hard on this next one and we are going to see progress.” My lips and eyebrows crumple into a deep frown.

“This fucking sucks.” I hiss before I tighten my grip on Timo’s hand and push as hard as I can. The intensity of what I know is a head forcing out is so strong that I forget to breathe for a second. Timo’s thumb brushes comfortingly against the leg he’s holding.

“In and out, babe.” Timo demonstrates, squeezing my hand back. I turn to look at him, eyes wild with distress.

“Oh my god, this is so intense.” I grit my teeth together as I finish through the push. The pain burns and pierces even through the various medications flowing into my IV.

“This is so hard, baby, but you’re doing great. Keep going. He’s so close. So close, Em.” Timo’s steady voice gets me through the worst of it.

“Great job! His head is out. Hold off. Do not push.” I feel her fingers gliding along, checking him and working on adjusting him for the rest of delivery.

“Okay.” I grind my teeth harder as my forehead tightens in concentration and pain. “Babe, help. Say… something. Anything… to distract me.” The need to push is so intense that it physical hurts to keep my body from doing it. I hiss in my breaths as I hold back, listening to Timo tell me how much he loves me.

“You’re almost done. Moments away from meeting our baby.” His fingers rub against the back of my hand.

“I’m going to turn him and then you’re going to push him the rest of the way out.” I grunt out in pain as she twists him so his shoulder’s can come out. My eyes roll back into my head as Timo grips my fingers in acknowledgement. He grimaces hard at the discomfort on my face; He hates seeing me like this.

“Yep, that’s the worst part.” Dr. Lori confirms. “Push now. Steady and hard.” I let my body take over and in one more big exertion, I can feel Lio Meier enter the world completely. The relief is instant. I fall back into the pillows in absolute exhaustion, eyes drooping but eager for a peek of our baby.

“Emma.” Timo is choking on tears when he sees him. “He’s here.” He brushes the sweaty strands of hair from my forehead. “Look at the perfect baby we made.” His lips are on my face, whichever part of it they can reach over the bar of the hospital bed.

Dr. Lori holds our son up in all his screaming glory. The overwhelming emotions charge through me as tears of every feeling collect together in my eyes. I begin to shake from adrenaline and pride, turning to kiss Timo’s lips.

“Your parents have been waiting for you, Lio.” Dr. Lori cheers as she holds him up. The nurse beside my head works with Timo to unsnap my gown. Lio is placed on my bare chest and the axis of our whole world shifts right here in a St. Gallen hospital.

“I’m so proud of you. You were amazing. Absolutely incredible.” Timo’s praise swells in my chest beneath our son. I wrap my hands tighter around him, barely aware of the liquids that coat his little body.

“Do you want to cut the cord, dad?” Dr. Lori asks. When she calls him dad, Timo’s eyes fill again and he nods because he can’t speak. I bite my bottom lip, watching as she walks him through how to do it. When it’s done, he gives me a pleased grin.

“Just as hard as my job.” I joke. He leans down, placing our lips together in a kiss that has a depth greater than anything on earth. He kneels all the way down to eye level with us, large hand coming to Lio. I watch him stroke the thick, wet hair on our son’s head. His blue eyes swim with tears, letting them dash freely down his face.

“Thank you, Em. I’ll never be able to repay you for him.”

It’s true. Growing and birthing a human for us is something he can’t do. But I know a fair enough comparison. It’s a moment I’ve thought about since we separated in New Jersey.

“Marry me?” I say. He pauses, eyes snapping to mine. New, fat tears flow down, mixing with the sweat on my face and neck. I don’t need another moment on this earth to convince me that he is my forever. I’ve known it for years anyway. His lips tighten with emotion for a moment before he leans forward to kiss me. With one hand on our baby and one on my head, we fall in love with each other all over again. Together this time.

“I’m supposed to ask you.”

“You’re taking too long.” I insist between our soft smooches.

“You’re very impatient for someone convinced she didn’t want this.” He pulls back to gaze tenderly into my eyes. “Guess it’s a good thing there is a diamond ring in my bag.” He lets go of my hand to reach for his bag on the couch. I grip our son tighter, watching as he pulls the red box from between two t-shirts. My legs are still spread open as they do post-birth work. Our son is filled with bodily fluids. I’m high as a kite on hormones and drugs. But when he slips that 4 carat ring onto my finger, everything about this is perfect.

Our doctors and nurses cheer in congratulations that make me laugh against Timo’s mouth.

“You didn’t say yes.” I tease through my joy, admiring the way the large diamond glistens against our son’s body.

“Yes, baby. Yes, for the rest of my life.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving #Timo Meier #Timo Meier smut #Timo Meier series #New Jersey devils #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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the lover and the love songs | ksj

(credits to the owner of this GIF. I downloaded this from Pinterest.)

plot | You co-wrote songs for Taylor Swift’s Lover, unintentionally fueling the rumors.

words | 1391

genres | humor/crack, fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

song inspos | cornelia street, daylight, lover, paper rings (all by taylor swift)

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. this was set in 2019. if you haven't heard the songs mentioned, I recommend listening to them before or while reading this :) let me know your thoughts. enjoy reading!

main masterlist | drabble series

@/taylorswift13: Lover, out now! Pre-add, pre-save, pre-order (all the pre stuff you feel like doing) Can’t wait for you to hear this.

@/taylorswift13: Special thanks to my friends who worked with me to finish this album.

For the second tweet, the singer posted a group picture of her, you, and her producers. It was a historical event for your fans as this was the first time you ever did something in connection with music. You always shared in interviews before how you like writing stuff as a hobby. But you never published anything about it.

@/drivingred: you’re telling me that THE Y/N, hollywood’s best actress, wrote songs with TAYLOR SWIFT????!?

@/corneliaswift: THIS IS THE GREATEST CROSSOVER OF MY LIFE

@/POPCRAVE: Y/N wrote four songs for Taylor Swift’s Lover.

replying to @/POPCRAVE

- @/YNUpdates: OH MY GOD NOT JUST ONE BUT FOUR!!! FOUR 😩😩

– @/grandeswifty/n: i’m so excited!

Both your and Taylor’s fandoms are celebrating the new content they receive. Meanwhile, you were radio silent as you were in the production of your new movie, Lonely People. You only heard about your collabs being publicized when your co-actor congratulate you.

“Hey, I read the news! Congratulations!”

You were sitting on a make-up chair when your on-cam fiance, Sebastian Stan, entered the trailer. You cannot turn your head to him as your make-up artist is busy with your face. So you simply look at him through the mirror.

“What? What news?” you asked, sounding a bit concerned. This type of thrill kills you. With how the media works, you can learn various fake and crazy news about you.

“You wrote songs with Taylor! You didn’t tell me you’re a songwriter!” he exclaimed as he sat down next to you.

Your eyebrows raised, “It’s out?!”

“Yeah, here!” he showed you his cellphone screen.

An hour later, your makeup and hair are both done. You were just waiting for you to be called in your trailer for your scene with Jin. Since this is the first time you wrote anything for and with someone, your heart cannot stop pounding out of your chest. Your palms were sweaty as you try to focus on reading your script while your co-written songs played in your earphones. Instead of internalizing your character, you ended up thinking if the public liked it. Over and over again. You were too deep into thinking that you almost jumped when someone knocked on your door.

Removing your earphones, you said, “It’s not locked. Come in!”

Looking at your opening door, you see your leading man stepping inside. Already in his sophisticated character form, Jin spoke,

“We’re up. Everybody’s waiting outside.”

“Oh, okay.” You gulped, hoping you can just shake this nerve-wracking feeling away.

Jin waits for you as you stood up. You subtly shake your head, internalizing your character and trying to flush out all distracting thoughts you were thinking about. You were about to open the door when Jin gently held your arm.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern obvious in his tone.

You chuckled nervously, shaking your head again, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little nervous, I guess.”

Lines formed between his eyebrows. You were always confident before any of your scenes. You rarely go tense when you were about to act so Jin knows that something more is bothering you. He sees you chew on your lips as you waited for him to say something.

“What happened?” he asked again.

This time, he tried to make you comfortable as his thumb drew circles on your skin. He then reached for both of your hands and he immediately felt how stone-cold it was. You sighed,

“My collab with Taylor is out now.”

Oh, that’s why. Jin nods. He knew about that project of yours for a while now and you’ve been open about how you were so excited about writing with her and finally presenting your other skills to the world. He even heard the final product of the songs from your phone when you shared it with him exclusively months ago. He remembered your proud and excited smile while you watch him listen to it.

“It will be fine, bub. The songs are all perfect,” he reassures you. “I told you, you did well with that. Everyone is gonna love it since they are going to feel how much love you poured in writing.”

Your tense shoulder slowly relaxed as you tried to control your breathing. You were so out of it that you just felt now that Jin was softly massaging your palm. You sighed again before nodding.

“Thank you.”

You were about to open the door but he stopped you once again, “Wait, come here, bub.”

He pulled you in for an embrace. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. You loved it. It was the warmest and most comforting hug. The best thing to receive after feeling nervous. Unexpectedly, Jin whispered something familiar that made you laugh.

“You’re doing great, sweetie.”

Taylor Swift shares details about the quadruple song collabs with Y/N: ‘She’s just so perfect.’

Taylor Swift had a lot to say Monday night on Instagram, three days after releasing her new album, Lover, which includes three songs co-written by Y/N.

The multi-awarded artist confirmed that the actress helped in writing four tracks from her recent album: Cornelia Street, Lover, Paper Rings, and Daylight.

In Instagram Live, Swift dished on how she is “such a massive fan of Cornelia Street and Y/N”, the movie Y/N led starred back in 2017 with rumored lover, Jin. The songwriter said that their friendship started after she reached out to the actress after watching the film, showering her with admiration.

Earlier this year, Y/N was seen going in and out of Swift’s infamous apartment multiple times. And the reason behind it? She was co-writing love songs with her!

“The songs we worked together are all about our own experiences with love and loving someone,” Swift said. “You know, we easily relate to each other since a lot of our past relationships were publicized and criticized by many people.”

“And now, obviously, I am really private about my relationship. I get to really enjoy every emotion I have and received and convert it to this album. That sort of became a love letter to love.”

Just when Swift began talking about the privacy of romantic relationships, the comment section was noticeably flooded with questions about you and Jin. It seemed like the singer noticed it as she chuckles while scrolling down the comments.

But in the best way possible, Swift dodged the questions, “The fact that I get to write music with her and talk about life experiences is an honor and a privilege. She is so generous and kind. I even met Francheskat! She is so hands-on and organized about everything. She’s just so perfect. I thought I wanted to be her when I grow up,” Swift joked. “Absolutely love her and I really hope you love these songs as much as I do.”

The unwavering support and great reviews for the songs didn’t calm down. It continued for a few more days. One of your co-written songs became a fan favorite. You only posted a story of a selfie with Taylor and tweeted gratitude for her. Your fans mentioned you as they try to know more about what’s behind you writing these love songs.

@/yngolden: CORNELIA STREET IS BASICALLY A CONFIRMATION, RIGHT???

replying to @/yngolden

- @/astronautboy: i personally think that it's about the bts of their first movie together

@/thegreatyn: paper rings! 😩😩 remember when y/n said that jin lets her borrow every book he has?!

@/YNJINUPDATES: Back in January 2018, Jin posted this story on Instagram.

In the said story, Jin was talking to you about taking your Christmas lights and decorations down. “It’s January already!” he laughed behind the camera. You were shown in your pajamas while sipping a cup of coffee, unbothered. “This is my home. I can do whatever I want,” you spoke nonchalantly.

replying to @/YNJINSUPDATES

- @/franchessy: Now tell me Y/N and Jin is not together 😤😤😤

@/JINSRIGHTTOE: ynjin not beating the living together allegations 🙃

@/swiftiesyn: OKAY LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT Y/N IS NOT IN LOVE RIGHT NOW. [insert an angry, cute cat reaction picture]

additional note: send me an ask if you have any questions for mc and jin!

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#actor!jin #bts jin #jin fluff #jin x reader #jin fic #jin au #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin fluff #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts crack #bts series #bts au #bts fanfic #bts drabble #the a listers ksj

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i didn’t wanna send another i was gonna wait to fully flesh out this idea but i’m outweighing my anxiety and saying asks are asks and it’s doesn’t change the number no matter when i send them like,,,,, it’s still six 🫣 asks i just don’t wanna spam,,,,,, i feel bad 🫠 also sorry for any typos in all of my asks lol…. ahem anyway i reduced my thoughts into longer asks so i didn’t send you so many but dbf!leon has me thinking of some unholy shit like let’s say reader comes home from school one day and her dads friend is there and she’s all shy and basically runs to her room and her dad laughs it off but leon’s like side eyeing the situation and he’s over so much that you tune out the noise of him and your dad hanging out so when your parents go in a date and they have leon “babysit” you, you don’t even pay attention thinking they’re all gone and you’re home alone so you’re in the kitchen in a crop top and booty shorts with thigh high socks and you make eye contact with him and it’s all fucking over from there. the slight touches, picking you up like in his car but also accidental ass pussy grabs when you’re playing 🥴, or tripping you so you fall and your skirt flips up, slowly discovering what makes you wet when your guys rough house like 😩 and finally your parents are letting him watch you when they’re gone for the weekend and you had been wearing less and less clothes around him and he finally can’t help himself anymore when you’re in those socks again with a tank top and thong in the kitchen 🤭

- 💀

(or he’s a perv and slipped into your room once or twice while you’re changing and makes advances when you’re in the kitchen in the middle of the night in thigh highs and an oversized shirt with no bra, makes you watch scary movies with him so you’re practically on his lap, your parents leaving for the weekend and he’s supposed to babysit house sit and you’re masturbating in your room and he’s outside your closed door jacking off and he hears you unlock the door and lets himself in after putting his dick back in his pants and acts like he doesn’t know why you’re all flustered and red faced but doesn’t care either when he asks why there’s a hairbrush on the floor (we’ve all been there 🤭) and goes to pick it up for you and it’s sticky and he’s sooooooo accusatory and you’re trying to pretend it’s not hot but you cave and tell him so he pins you to the bed and fucks you with hairbrush handle until your crying and begging then he forces himself on you while you try to pretend you’re not into it but he knows better than that and i need to stop rambling lol but ugh DILF leon lives rent free in my head right inbetween RE4 remake leon and las plagas leon which like 👀👀 don’t even get me started on my horny daydreams of getting tentacle fucked by plagas leon like him choking you with his tail while there’s at least two tentacles in your mouth, one sucking on your clit, one in your pussy with his dick and maybe one in your ass like overstimulation station all the way)

You’re totally fine! Send as many as you like, I’ll get to them when I do 🤭

AHDKVL I love both!!! 😩 I like you both just falling into temptation but I also like him just being a straight up perv 😩

And plagas Leon is so good!! Monster fucking is so underrated.

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers

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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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urbanwyatt Babygirls baby shower 💞

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yourusername Holy fuck papiiii. Good thing I’m already pregnant 🥵 😋 🤤 come give me those lips pleaseeeee

urbanwyatt Your family is here

yourusername Yea so???? ohh don’t tell me you’re shy now??? I’m pregnant, I’m pretty sure they know we do more than kiss lmao

urbanwyatt 😩😩

cozane 💀

jackharlow 💕 can’t wait to meet my niece

urbanwyatt 🥺

druski2funnny You look like somebody’s daddy already 😂😂

yourusername He’s my daddyyyy 😉

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yourusername Maternity shoot last week, finally celebrating babygirl today 🎀 💞

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yourusername Bitch you can’t make me cry today, te amo bebecita. Thank you for being the best.

jackharlow What my wife said 😁 love you guys

urbanwyatt 🥹🤍

yourcousinname Omw, can’t wait to celebrate babygirl 🥺

yourusername Hurryyyy I think Stass is parked outside!

yourcousinname WHAT? Ohhh I’m cutting the bitch. Does she not get a hint??? all the primas are there, does she really want to start some shit???

yourusername LMAAAO I’m kidding!!!!!!

yourcousinname Oh vete a la chingada, fuck you. Why would you play with me?

yourusername That’s what you get, you were supposed to be here earlier 😩

yourcousinname Bitch you didn’t need me, your man was all up on that kitty so I left.

urbanwyatt Ohh that was you who opened our bedroom door?

yourcousinname 🙄 Not even on the baby shower can y’all nasties relax.

urbanwyatt NOPE

@ urbanwyatt added to his story

@ yourusername added to her story

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astoldbychae · 3 months

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Very, very, very random thoughts:

I’m really having fun getting my save just how I like it for my stories. My random gameplay is helping a lot with that. Carmelo’s story will be like a little mini series, if you will. I want there to be a clear beginning, middle, and end point. I want to challenge myself to write-write because it’s been years since I’ve actually done that (outside of creatively writing when I was in school). But gameplay is what’s helping me get to know everyone and guiding the “cinematic” side of things.

I am slowly but surely working on my navigation and organizing my blog a little. I’ve also decided on a story title and I’m having all the fun putting together the moodboard & playlist. 😊 I initially wanted to go a completely different route with things but just by playing them, they’ve ultimately set things up for me (which I can’t deviate from cause now I can see the vision).

But ya’ll know this game breaks every 3 business days, so I’m just taking my time and trusting the process but I can’t wait for ya’ll to follow along. Plus, I know ya’ll love ya’ll some Papa & He loves ya back 😂

Also, at some point this year (when life settles down a bit), I will be starting a YouTube channel (FINALLY) and will also do more sim dumps. I’m still working on the 6 Townie Makeover challenge even though it’s a month later 🤦🏽‍♀️ The fact that it’s already March is beyond me but we’re gonna get there. Fingers crossed that I can FINALLY release this damn Machinima that I’ve also had outlined for a few years now. 😩 Girl, life has been slangin’ me by my damn ponytail for years at this point but we’re getting somewhere this year.

#Rambling just a little #when I’m not physically working on my stories #im definitely thinking about them #I’ve got hella plans #If you read all that…🥹#im sending virtual hugs cause you a real one 💛

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quietwingsinthesky · 9 months

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Do you ever think about the similarities between Dean and Lucifer? Like, they're both obsessed with Sam. They both feel irrationally possessive over him. They both see him more as a thing they own than his own person.

I'm just... I think about it a lot.

Yes yes yes. Dean & Lucifer scrapping over Sam like he’s a piece of meat, my beloved. And I mean, is there even a better option for him between the two? Not that he’s really going to get a choice <3 but on the one hand, Dean needs to keep him docile and isolated from everyone forever just in case they give Sam too many ideas about finding another life. And on the other, Lucifer really really wants to keep Sam in a little birdcage to admire and occasionally take him out to squeeze him until he sings or to let him hop around with Jack until Lucifer is done letting them have time together.

And obviously they hate each other for everything the other has that they don’t. Dean irrationally being jealous of the hundreds of years more Sam has spent with Lucifer than him. Lucifer being jealous that Sam always picks Dean over him when he’s choosing who to run back to.

Can I get dark for a moment? Real quick, I promise. Cw in these next two paragraphs for noncon: but oh my god, Sam finally breaking down to Dean about what happened in the Cage and Dean nodding along, offering sympathies, while what’s whirring in his head is how dare the devil get a hand on Sam before Dean even got a taste. And this constantly buzzing in his head, turning to obsession, thinking all the time about Lucifer touching Sam, making Sam his, (did Sam want it? No. But it happened. And maybe when Sam’s confessing to the whole awful thing, he’s apologizing to Dean, too, because at some point he broke and begged Lucifer for it. And to Sam, he’s apologizing for weakness, but to Dean, it sounds an awful lot like apologizing for wanting it <3) and what I’m saying is eventually Dean has had enough, can’t stand it, and maybe the tipping point is one of their fights, one of those times Sam tries to put distance between them and get away and Dean can’t let him, so. You know. He get his teeth into the same wounds Lucifer made until he’s the one Sam is begging for mercy from.

And then when Lucifer comes back and sees that someone has been messing with his toy while Sam was topside… 😩 Sam getting yanked back and forth as they fight over something he doesn’t even want to give. Dean takes what’s Lucifer’s, and when Lucifer finds out, he dirties up what’s Dean’s, and when Dean sees that, he corners Sam to fix it, and on and on and on. Awful times all around. Love when Sam suffers, it is so fun for me.

Ahem. So. You know. Normal thoughts about the three of them. Sorry if that’s not what you came here hoping for 😅

(Genuinely my favorite thing about this fandom is being able to hold a dozen different interpretations of each character in my head and be able to find supporting evidence for any of them. Dean cares about Sam and regrets whenever he violates his autonomy AND Dean will do anything in his power to keep Sam close, not letting him die or find a life outside of Dean. Lucifer is incredibly respectful (for an angel) of Sam’s consent and waits for Sam to come to him AND Lucifer does need to own Sam body and soul and doesn’t care that much about how he gets it, only that he does and Sam submits it him eventually. I love this, it’s brilliant. Say what you will about spn’s inconsistent writing, but it leaves so much room to play around <3)

#tw noncon #spn #ask #lucifer spn #sam winchester #samifer #dean winchester #play with me in this space #wincest #tw incest

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millysastroblog · 1 year

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What I think about ur zodiac placements/ ~PT 3~

Hello guys we have finally reached our final destination.

Hope u will enjoy yourself while reading! 😚

Side note : This post is LONG so take ur time or come back later if u feel exhausted bc I’m already tried writing 😫🤦🏾‍♀️!

So let’s dive into the last 4 zodiac signs and my experience with them :)

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Sagittarius 😋:

Ooohhhhh here we have the DORA THE EXPOLRER’s of the zodiac 😂!!!!Sagittarius is like Aries an overly fiery, direct and fun sign. These ppl are really cool too hang around. I feel like bc Sagittarius is a mutable sign they have the ability to give u different sides of themselves that are so surprising and exciting 😊. Sagittarius individuals don’t take life for granted, they life in the moment babyyyyyy , no time to be sad , no time to be bitching about the smallest things , let’s go out and do a road trip on a hot summer day and camp outside in the wildnesssszzzz 🦨 🤠; like they don’t give a fuck about the mundane typical life, experimenting , learning, traveling are things they really enjoy and need to feel alive. bc these ppl get bored so easily!! They have a such unnerving energy that is ready for everything at the moment. these are one of the wildest ppl outside that are soooooooooooooooooo fucking spontaneous with everything in life , like how do guys do that , this is a greater superpower they possess (especially mars in Sagittarius ppl.) They tend to be very quick and short tempered when shit hits the fan … like it’s so fucking sudden and unexpected like whhhaaaaattt !😨 just happend 🫣. Ah i really like Sagittarius ppl because the are an experience on its own 🤩. Very open minded to different cultures, ideas 💡they love to just learn .live itself is a school and these Mf excel at it !!. NOWWWW let’s get to the fact that u guys lack patienccczzeee like they can’t slow down they’re always on the gooo doing things, aren’t y’all tired and exhausted?? They hate to wait, they hate to not respond if they feel like someone is coming for them on social media. Uuuuuuuu I wouldn’t advise anybody to get into an argument with them bc once ur in it , there is NO going back 🤞🏽 . They actually love a debate it really boosts their ego to just share knowledge, roast your ass and make u look stupid 😩. Y’all can be sometimes very blunnnt and honest to the point of being inconsiderate of other ppl feelings 🫤! You’ll probably start crying after they have read your ass to filth 😿. They have a very strong moral code that is hard to crack!! For them the TRUTH is really important just like for Scorpios . It’s hard to bs or manipulate them. But all in all sag ppl are cool and spontaneous ✌🏽🤗.

Capricorn 🥵😚:

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh gosh , I freaking love and admire caps so fucking much !!!!! I personally am Saturn dominant so I get caps very much . So where to start but with the fact that u guys don’t play around generally in life. They are ultimately the opposite of Sagittarius. No time to play, fight and argue ppl bc we gotta go and work !!!. They are Sooooo sarcastic honestly every joke they make is involved with some sadness , self pity, and facts that are overcompensate with fun Humore 🙂. As we all know Capricorns are very steady and practical, they don’t like to be vulnerable bc most of them had a strict upbringing. It’s hard for them to truly express themselves or their emotions so they repress a lot .which makes them look very stand-offish and cold in front of ppl they just met. Capricorn is actually not that much of a superficial sign where everything has to do about ( social status, money and work). They can care for friends and family just like a cancer and offer their help, guidance, support at any given time IF THEY FEEL LIKE U DEERVE IT! They love too take up the father / daddy role and provide for their loved once 🤞🏽💕. Capricorns are well know to be perfectionist they aim to be the best that they can but with that being said , the need to feel the best or good comes from a place of insecurity 😢. THEY ARE SOO HARD ON THEMSELVES, just breath and say to yourself that everything is fine u are perfect the way u are 💕💕💕 pls 🥹!!! CAPRICORN DADDYS AND MOMMYS are one of the most galactic Finnest BEINGS out there like how is it possible to walk in a room with this strong , dominanting energy and just attract all ppls attention whether it’ll good or bad. Capricorns get misunderstood a lot because they know how to put a hard exterior that is not so easy to crack !!! Capricorns are also very ambitious, high achievers, LOYAL, respectful. Now CAPS we must confess that we like to be in control a lot the time. if there is one zodiac sign that would most likely want to be GOD then they would be first one to raise their hand 🖐 ( like choose me , pick meeeee 😩). They don’t like chaos so if u fuck shit up in their personal life, relationship or job ooooohhhh god u need to stay alert bc they don’t come for u , THEY COME BACK AT U !!! 👿👿 🤞🏽/ ohhh yeah they believe in karma daddy Saturn doesn’t play ! and it will probably hit you really bad if you are not careful ( I am just saying 🤷🏽‍♀️!) . So yeah the negative side of them is being controlling, overly critical , perfectionist, nit picky, bitter, insecure, negative moods constantly, moody, unforgiving, jealous, power and CONTROL ⛓⛓⛓ !!

Aquarius 🥴:

I have always liked Aquarius ppl bc they are some cool and unique bitches, like aquas are not afraid to be themselves, they don’t give a fuck about what ppl have to say about them , like whaaaatttt, they will be the first to literally do the opposite of what the teachers in school tell them. Aquarius also often feel misunderstood and weird from others , they have ideas and thoughts that the majority of ppl would not even come across. These where the philosophers & authors that we’re killed bc they expressed and stated an opinion or idea that actually results to be a true fact. They have very powerful minds that are so incredibly to analyse. They are also very creative in a innovative way. They are good at socializing and getting to know other ppl. They are Very accepting of ppl that are different or not consider normal. They love fwb situation or lovers to friends type of relationships bc that is where they feel the most comfortable 😌!! Buuuuuutttt one thing that I can say confidently about Aquarius is their SUPERIORITY COMPLEX, GOD COMPLEX and KNOW IT ALL COMPLEX like they have huge ego just like Leo’s!!! YES for real thought they are soooooooooooooooooosooooooooo fucking stubborn even more than a Taurus , they feel very protective and defensive when someone doesn’t agree with their opinion or challenges them in an intellectual way. They hate to admit being wrong 😑. NOOOO BABES pls don’t entertain an argument with them unless u got some air, sag or Aquarius plc yourself. They don’t care if it’s war outside ☄️☄️💥 in the streets and ppl running for their life’s , they will still argue with u 💀and stick to what they think. they possess the mind and stubbornness of not a rock like Taurus but of an ASTEROID !!🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨🪨 😣😣😂. Also Aquarius ppl have also hard time being vulnerable or emotionally in touch bc they rationalize everything in their head to the point of coming accros as robotic 🤖!!

Pisces 🐳😗:

Ahhh we have finally reached the last sign which is obviously Pisces the dreamer, all day long sleeper, the ppl that have two double life’s( EARTH& Imagination). We Pisces are one of the most kind, companionate, caring ppl . We love to live in an abstract way. Life is a Movie a Book a story we create in our minds. We are very much “in the background type of ppl”. We don’t like that much attention or exposure in the public eyes. But I must say that we unconsciously attract attention without even trying bc of our mesmerizing, neptunian, mysterious energy. Pisces is humanitarian people pleasers I SWEAR IF WE COULD HELP EVERY PERSON ON THIS PLANET WE would probably take that mission sincerely on. We just like to be of service to people but less in a practical way and more so in an emotional and spiritual way. We are definitely the ultimate Zodiac therapist FOR FREE 💵💵 . Pisces is a sign that has a lot empathy for humans so they attract a lot of ppl that need their healing and understanding energy. They give ppl the space to be their truest selves. We are very intuitive and guided by the universe so we unterstand certain things without any facts , we just know but don’t really say that to other people. we can feel what other ppls are going through once we are in their presence #highly sensitive. We are also very much attracted to energy vampires / narcissists bc of our empathetic energy!! NOWWE GUYS the dark side of Pisces can actually go really dark so I am just gonna bring out facts that we all know , Pisces live more in their head ( imagination) rather than in reality so we then to neglect things that are important in our life’s , THE VICTIM / MARTYR COMPLEX is prominent with Pisces placements bc we have a hard time living in reality and accepting things for what they are and lastly I have called Geminis out for being twisted, fake and confusing but Pisces can make people believe that they are something while it’s not true. The shapeshifting personality effect they carry can be used against other ppl when not careful !!!! But we still love Pisces ( Right guys???) YEAAAAAJHH COME ON !! 😉😅😂.

I’m so happy to be done with this series. I really hope u guys like it. More Astrology content coming soon make sure to follow,share and like 👍☺️!

Love Milly 💋💋💋💕

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