#lulu reads kiss and tell

[libraryleopard]

Young adult contemporary novel

When the only out gay member of a popular boy band has his sexts leaked by his ex-boyfriend, he has to grapple with being expected to play the perfect queer role model in the public eye while also navigating a budding romance with another musician

Explores the fetishization and policing of gay celebrities

Gay main character; Iranian American, gay love interest; M/M romance

#this is really different from khorram's darius books but i have to say i did quite like it! #quick and readable with a very realistic exploration of how gay celebrities especially young ones are treated #i do feel like 1) his bandmates could have gotten a bit more development #and 2) SPOILERS i was not as willing to forgive his ex… #but i think it did a good job of balancing the issues the main character faced with his own flaws #kiss and tell #adib khorram #lulu speaks #lulu reads #lulu reads kiss and tell #2023 reads #books

[alucarddear]

Position anon again, would you please write a NSFW alphabet for Alucard? Pretty please? 🥺

Alucard N S F W Alphabet*

I'm personally offended that I haven't done this for Lulu before. Anyway, rather than just spelling out his name, I'll give you the entire alphabet. Heh. This is LONG! Your thoughts and keyboard smashes are welcome. 🤭

P.S. I go explicit and specific; read at your own risk. I also tried my best to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, so this is [Alucard x You]. However, I did have a little self-indulgent fun with W: wild card, the only section with an obvious she/her indication. Just so you know!

A: Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Aftercare is not optional to this dhampir. It's a must. It doesn't matter if you had a quick romp or a long night, he'd still take the time to treat you right, especially if he'd been rather rough with you.

Forehead kisses, soft caresses, helping clean you up—you name it and he's got it covered. It's all about making sure you feel loved, appreciated, and cared for.

Alucard is not one to just up and leave or make you feel used. In fact, it's noticeable how much more he dotes on you after actually using you up good and fucking you raw into next week. 😏

B: Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Your neck. Let's not even pretend that Alucard doesn't gravitate towards it. As you ride him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and nips and pecks at your throat. There's a part of him that wants to sink his fangs into you then and there and another that wants nothing more than to whisper sweet nothings against your skin as you throw your head back in bliss.

Alucard likes his hands—the way they're so large against yours; how perfectly your hands feel in his own. He likes his hands gripping your thighs or hips, his hand coming down to slap your ass, his hands caressing every inch of you. The way his hand closes around your wrist, encircling it completely as if it was made to do nothing but. The way he pushes you down with his hand on the small of your back as he prepares to take you from behind. Most of all, all of the things his hands can do to make you cum.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

Alucard's desire to spill his seed inside you is next to nothing sometimes. If you'd let him, he'd bury himself balls-deep and cum inside you each and every time.

He loves to make you cum, loves the way you sound—the hitching of your breath, your begging, the way you can barely keep yourself from shaking as he coaxes yet another orgasm out of you. He loves to praise you for it. "God, you're fucking beautiful," is something you hear often. It just never gets old.

D: Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Alucard loves when you allow him to bend you over whichever way he pleases. Loves how tiny and pliable you look underneath him, adjusting and propping your arms and legs as he sees fit. Just the sight of you like that, it's enough to push him over the edge.

So, you know he draws you—you are his muse after all. You've seen his sketches. But not the ones of your beautiful, naked body. Not even the tasteful pieces he draws as you sleep. Not the ones where, try as he might, he just can't replicate how utterly divine you look when he fucks you. He's a talented artist, but nothing tops the real thing.

E: Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Is he very experienced? No. Does he know what he's doing? Hell yes. His mother was a doctor and his father is a man of science. He lives in a castle full of resources. He has deep knowledge of biology—he's got the theory down pat. Sure, he fumbled a little the first few times, but he quickly learnt how you like to be pleased.

Besides, being a dhampir, Alucard is in tune with your body's responses to his ministrations. When you're intimate, he can practically feel your heart racing, dear. He knows when you're close, can tell when he's hitting it good, need I say more?

F: Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Mastery. He sits on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor to support you sitting on top of him with your legs bent on either side of him, your feet flat on the bed. This position allows you to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss. It lets you start off slow, very intimate—with you grinding against and riding him. Once you're a little tired (or he starts growing impatient), he simply grips your hips and pounds up into you until you're a screaming wreck. His grip on your hips and his feet securely planted on the floor allows him to rut into you fast. And the view? Fucking fantastic. He loves watching you come undone like this, seeing you throw your head back and expose your throat to him. Yes.

For a quick romp, you can't go wrong with doggy style. When you're in his study and you both get a little too distracted? He’ll bend you over his desk and have his way with you.

G: Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, he's very serious about giving both of you a good time, alright. He might do something that makes you giggle, sure, but for the most part it's probably accidental and not his intention. Sex with Alucard can be intimate and sweet or downright animals humping in the undergrowth (👀), no in between. He's not here for the shits and giggles, darling.

H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It does match. Maybe not all the time completely bare, but he keeps himself neat and tidy. Do you see his luxurious hair? He takes care of himself down there too.

I: Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Alucard loves to see you and hear you. He's considerate and goes out of his way to find what works for you. So much so he probably has ruined you for anyone else. You'll never find a more receptive lover; it’s time to accept that.

When you make sweet love, he whispers sweet nothings against your skin. He peppers kisses all over you and makes you feel like the most gorgeous being on the planet. He's not afraid to voice his thoughts out loud too, praising you and urging you on.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You remember those naughty sketches of you? Yep. He has used them a couple times while you were away. You're in his thoughts whenever he touches himself.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Edging. He not-so-secretly loves it when you beg. How are you to know how much more you can take? He'll just have to show you.

When you moan his name as you grip the sheets and quake beneath him? Yeah. He loves it, especially when you can barely even make out the words for “Adrian, please, please, please.”

When you take control and ride him like your life depends on it, it does something to his brain. You on top, taking control and looking absolutely beautiful as you do so... he could cum just from the thought of it.

There is a part of him that likes the thought of cumming deep inside you and breeding you. Maybe it's that loneliness that sometimes nags at him, maybe he yearns for a family, but he can't lie this feels utterly divine.

L: Location (favourite places to do the do)

The bed is cliche, but it works and is comfortable. Your kitchen counter, desk, against the wall or a tree, table, or out at some secluded clearing by the lake... Alucard is truly not that picky, as long as you're not out in the public for other eyes to see and you’re both comfortable.

M: Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your reactions and enthusiasm. Knowing you're into it just as much as he is.

When you sashay towards him, crooking your finger at him to beckon him closer? He's right there with you in a heartbeat.

When you wear his shirt and it swallows your smaller frame? It turns him on more than he lets on.

When you moan his name and gasp and writhe in pleasure. When you beg for him to take you harder, faster, and deeper. It just about short-circuits his brain.

N: No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any form of bondage or restrictions to his movement. It brings up unnecessary trauma and makes him feel that he's not in control or safe. He is mostly a switch, sure, letting you take control and dominate too, but tying him up is just a no-go for him.

He won't transform into a wolf. It's practically bestiality, which he's not down for.

Somnophilia or any other act where consent can be dubious. He's just big on consent and trust, for obvious reasons.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves having absolute control over your pleasure, knowing it's him coaxing the sighs and moans and screams out of you. He enjoys how easily he can make you cum and drive you mad.

That said, he also loves watching you pleasure him, taking as much of his hard length as you can, especially whenever you greedily swallow his load.

P: Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends. Sex can be whatever it needs to be in the moment. While he loves nothing more than to take his time and make sweet love to you, he also loves ravaging you and leaving you utterly spent. It's satisfying either way.

The usual case is he begins slowly and sensually, but by the end of it (and sometimes without warning), he's rutting into you like his life depends on it.

Q: Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't above having a quickie if that is all time permits, but he would really much rather have his way with you properly!

R: Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Given that he's a dhampir, he knows exactly how to go unseen or unnoticed. It's likely his risk assessment is much more honed. You might think you're being risky, but he is well aware of the chances of you getting caught in the act.

As for experimenting—other than his hard reservations (the ones listed in N), he is game to experiment and try different things you may be curious about as long as you both feel safe and comfortable about them.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a dhampir... need I say more? The chances of you exhausting him first is little. Sorry to burst your bubble. 😆 He's got stamina for days, honey.

T: Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Alucard is not above using toys to pleasure you. But what can a toy do that he can't do better? Hah. Chances are he will attempt to learn how it pleases you and try to replicate that with his own cock, mouth, and hands.

U: Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be such a little tease. You know the way he banters. That snark and sass can sometimes make their way inside the bedroom too.

"What was that, darling?" he'd ask, as if his amazing sense of hearing wasn't enough to register your begging as he edges you for the nth time. "Tsk. Patience, my love..." he would even dare chide you!

Alucard also loves to glide his fangs over your skin, just enough to leave a faint mark but not enough to draw blood.

V: Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not shy to let you know he’s having a good time, but he’s also not overly loud. He gasps, moans, and curses, a tight-lipped “Fuck!” slipping out once in a while.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon)

He loves to praise you. His way of talking dirty is to let you know how good you feel around him. How ethereal you are, how perfect for him, how you taste so sweet.

He encourages you as he pushes you over the limit. “Yes, yes, darling, you can take it. Cum for me,” he would say. He’d place a kiss on your open mouth as you convulse around him as he rips yet another orgasm out of you. “My sweet darling,” he would groan, wiping the sweat off your brow. “How perfect you are. Good girl.” And just like that, he’s about to do it all over again. RIP. 😫

X: X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s active and it shows. He’s well built without being overly bulky. It suits him—muscular/toned yet elegant and lean.

He’s packing a just-about-above average penis, but nothing you cannot handle. The man’s over six foot, it just fits.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alucard is the type to yearn and pine, so set the volume level up cause he cannot get enough of you. Enough said.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes you drift off to sleep together, but you usually fall asleep first.

He’s a night owl. He’d take you in his arms and stroke your hair as you sleep, admiring the way you glow under the moonlight, and wonder how he got so lucky to have found you. 🤍🌙

#if you disagree just scroll and let us have fun lmao #I’m not about to have another discourse on this #alucard #castlevania #alucarddear headcanons #adrian tepes #alucard fahrenheit tepes #Alucard x reader

[akunya]

HELLO I SAW THAT YOU WANT TO WRITE FOR LUCIFER AND I'M HERE TO HELP

Imagine for a moment: Lucifer takes the reader out shopping for clothes (since they don't have very much).

I imagine the reader is picking out lots of little dress shorts and blouses, overall femboy/ouji aesthetic, and Lucifer is having a hard time keeping his eyes and hands off of the reader. It boils over a bit when the reader asks Lucifer for help zipping up the back of his shorts and Lucifer starts getting handsy.

It starts with his gloved fingers gliding over your hips, then sliding down your thighs. He says you look gorgeous, right as his hands wander to the soft bulge between your legs. You watch him through the dressing room mirror as Lucifer gropes at your slowly hardening cock.

He asks how it feels, and it takes you a moment to realize he means the clothing, not his squeezing. You barely mumble out some semblance of a yes, too entranced by his free hand carefully undoing the buttons of your blouse to cover up with anything else.

"Tell me how good it feels." He instructs, untucking the white chiffon from your shorts and dragging down your fly.

This is risky and you know it, but you've wanted this attention for too long to say no now.

Ahem if you don't write it I might cough cough

“tell me how good it feels..”

pairings: lucifer x m!reader

summary: what a precious little thing you are..

tw: EXHIBITIONISM, public sex, DUBCON/NONCON, mindbreak. size difference, lulu makes teases your small dick (lol), master/sub dynamics, ownership, etc.

notes: i read this ask at around 3am and nearly died. if you have already written it or are still planning to, please send it to me - id love to read!

here is my (short) little take on it.

"tell me how good it feels." he instructs, untucking the white chiffon from your shorts and dragging down your fly.

your breath hitches in your throat, words struggling to come out as he palmed your hardening cock in his hands. it was so obscene doing something like this in public, and yet, lucifer acted without hesitation nor shame. the feeling of his cool leather gloves against your crotch only caused you to melt further, stumbling in his arms.

“at a loss for words, y/n?” the demon chuckles, kissing a spot behind your ear that made you tremble. wearing such innocent, frilly looking clothes made this feel more provocative than usual. lucifers suit and dark clothing contrasting with your own reminded you how powerful he was. you were sure no one back home would believe you if you told them a demon from hell had started feeling you up in the fitting room stall of all places.

lucifers skilled hands tugged the shorts down a bit, just enough so that your cock would be exposed. you closed your eyes shut, too bashful to watch him tease the tip, smearing all of your pre on his glove. “you like when your master touches your cock, pretty boy?” the demon licked the shell of your ear, hot breath against your neck.

“y-yes master!�� you gasped, your hands grabbing into his forearms for measure. the loose white blouse you were wearing felt suffocating, atmosphere growing hotter and hotter. the older man didn’t stop, simply cooing at your feeble state. he loved feeling in control. with every weak moan you let out because of him, his pride only grew larger.

“look at you, little thing. your cock won’t stop dripping when i touch it. you’re such a slut sometimes, y/n.” lucifer emphasized the last sentence by squeezing the base of your dick, fluid dripping onto the floor with how much spilled out. you whined again, practically humping his hand as he coo’ed at how pathetic you looked.

“lucifer, i can’t, n-not here!” as much as you loved when lucifer played with you like a toy, the last sliver of dignity in your mind screamed at you, reminding yourself that you two were in public. lucifer frowned, his brow furrowing in slight annoyance.

“you will. do you forget who owns you, little human? me. you are mine.” he groaned, practically panting on your neck as he pumped your cock almost painfully hard. it felt so intense, your whole body was shaking, moaning wantonly in the dressing room.

“..and if i order you to cum all over yourself like the slut you are, then you will. so, cmon boy. cum for me.”

#my askbox.. #male reader #mlm blog #male reader blog #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x male mc #obey me x male reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer x male reader #lucifer x m!reader #obey me x m!reader

[controlmyfeet]

i still feel everything when you are near - matty healy

matty healy x ex!reader

angst

warnings: exes, alcohol consumption, insecurities, jealousy (kinda?), pining, kissing, crying (lmk if there’s more i need to add!)

a/n: not sure about this. i think the last time i tried to write fanfiction i was 13, so feedback is appreciated but pls be nice lol. also, english is not my first language!

3570 words

it still hurts. 

i didn't think it would hurt as much after 6 months, but seeing him in the flesh makes me realize it does. i thought i was already used to it, thought i was actually doing a good job moving on, if we ignore my slump in the first 3 weeks after the breakup, where i would just leave the house for work and groceries (that i would overbuy because i forgot i'd just cook for myself), i think i was doing pretty okay.

i should've guessed he would be in the city. he can't stay in one place for too long; if he has a few days free in between shows, he's going to look for a studio to work in. usually in london, los angeles, or here. most of the time, he ends up here.

but i never know where he is anymore.

i deleted twitter from my phone after 2 months. maybe because of the questions, perhaps because i didn't care, or maybe i was tired of reading all the tabloids and fearing they were true. maybe i care too much. whatever, right? it just means i haven't seen him in a while, even in pictures.

i'm sitting by the dark wooden bar counter when i first spot him. he's standing with charli and george in the vip section near the dj booth, surrounded by people as always. my friends noticed that he's here too, but they haven't said anything, which i'm grateful for. i'd rather pretend it doesn't affect me.

he looks different, though. his arms are bigger, and his hair is longer; soft curls fall over big brown eyes that crinkle whenever george says something funny. he still has that boyish smile.

lulu and bea went dancing and i said i'd join them in a minute. we go to this club every time we're in the city, but tonight it is more crowded than usual. my secluded spot at the bar being the only place i won't be pushed around. still, i feel bad. it's my best friend's birthday, and we came to new york together to celebrate, but instead, i'm drowning my sorrows with cosmos. 

"you won't even say hi now?" i hear matty's voice from behind me and turn around, startled. he stands tall and confident as always, but his eyes no longer hold the same energy. here, up close, i can see that his eyebags look more prominent, and his stubble has grown slightly. he looks tired. i don't think i look any better.

"hi," i say, looking into his brown orbs, phlegmatic, as if the butterflies in my stomach aren't going batshit crazy right now "i didn't see you, sorry."

he grins cheekily, "it's alright, darling."

i don't really know what to say. he should hate me, honestly. it wouldn't be surprising considering how we left things, with all the yelling, name calling. with all the broken picture frames. it started with another rumor while he was on tour, another leaked picture. he was so dismissive and vague about it that i just couldn't find it in myself to trust him, and he could only complain about how childish all of it was.

i guess he doesn't, though. they have free drinks inside the vip section. i remember it from when we came here together. he doesn't need to come all the way to the bar for a drink.

"it-it's good to see you," i stutter, apprehensive now. fearing that maybe he really does hate me, and just walked over to tell me how much so. i mean, i would hate him, too, if i could. but no matter how hard i try, i can't. and believe me, i've tried.

matty is standing so close that the loud music sounds muffled now, and the warm, dim light of the bar reflecting on his silky skin makes me want to melt into his arms. so i try to keep my eyes focused on my feet.

he seems to notice that i'm struggling as i fidget with my empty glass.

"can i get you another one?" he asks amicably. my eyes shift from my feet to the glass in my hands and back to his eyes.

"sure," i reply shyly.

he asks a bartender polishing wine glasses next to us for another cosmopolitan. behind the man, shelves from the same material as the counter hold a collection of glass bottles of different colors with labels sporting french and italian names. matty sits on the barstool beside mine. "so…what are you doing here in new york? i thought you hated the city this time of the year." 

and it's true, i hate new york during the summer. the concrete buildings seem to make the temperature much higher, and tourists crowd every corner. it feels claustrophobic. the subway also smells extra bad during these months. but i loved being here with him, no matter the season. i loved being anywhere with him.

"well, yeah. but it's lulu's birthday, and she wanted to celebrate it here, so here we are. the three of us." 

"bea is here too?"

"she is, yeah."

him talking about my friends is familiar. many sunday evenings were spent on his couch sharing a bottle of red with my newest candle burning on the side. at the same time, i'd tell him about the most recent gossip in my friend group, and he would listen.

the barman places the new drink before me and takes the empty glass. i thank him and take a sip of the pink liquid. it's sweet and sour, and the vodka calms my nerves a little bit. he's staring at my lips. so i lick them clean.

he shifts, and suddenly, i feel his calloused fingertips brush against my elbow resting comfortably over the counter. much more tender than last time; my skin burns where he touches it.

"how's your writing going?" he asks, looking into my eyes now.

i tell him i'm still at the magazine, it's going alright. not a lot has changed since we broke up. but it's less exciting, more monotonous. i leave that part out. and he asks me about my own stuff, poems and essays hidden in my drafts.

it's just awkward small talk. so awkward. like we're just acquaintances. friends of friends being left alone, being civil to each other.

it's also a conversation we've had before. documents on my computer that weren't fitting enough for the editors or that i just wrote on a whim. he used to tell me to publish them either way, to leave the magazine and find people who actually appreciate my work, or to start my own thing. but it would be useless; they're not good enough.

"well, i don't know, it's been a while since i've written anything out of work." i take another sip, just to calm down a little. "haven't felt very inspired lately." 

oh my god, shut up– i can't say this to my ex. it's embarrassing, pitiful.

"it happens." he takes my hand and brushes his thumb over my knuckles. i still shiver "you're really talented, love. you should be proud of yourself. i am."

even his praise hurts now; i miss hearing it daily. it's a stab in my chest, salt on the wound. so i just bite my lip and nod. afraid that if i say something, a choked sob will come out. 

there's longing in his eyes, and he gets a look like he wants to say more. but his gaze flickers behind me for a moment, and he drops my hand and gives my left shoulder a squeeze, showing me a soft smile. 

"i'll leave you be, then. it was nice seeing you, love."

there's a voice in the back of my head begging me to make him stay, but i know i can't do that, not when i recall why it ended the way it did. still, i want to reach for his hand and pull him back to me, just for a few minutes at least. but someone grips my shoulders.

"there you are!" lulu says excitedly, already a few drinks ahead of me. her dark blonde hair messy and her skin glimmering with sweat from all the dancing. bea follows right behind her. "c'mon, let's do some shots, you need to power up for all the dancing you owe me."

"alright." i force a giggle and down my drink as bea asks the bartender for three tequila shots.

a few minutes and many shots later, the three of us are on the dance floor, swaying wildly to the loud, thumping bass of whatever music the dj's playing. just being around my girls makes me feel less anxious, and the flashing lights, plus all the alcohol already flowing through my body are making my mind a bit hazy, which helps me let loose a little. 

as i move, i can feel the beat of the music inside my chest, sweaty bodies pushing against me without a care. i even forget about matty for a minute. i don't think about how his hands used to feel on me when we danced together, not at all.

we dance for maybe 30 minutes. until lulu finds one of her many ex-flings, and, as they catch up, bea asks me to go to the bathroom with her. taking my hand, she leads me out of the crowded area and towards the door labeled "ladies' room". 

the contrast from the mostly dark club to the bathroom's white walls makes my eyes squint. it's colder in here, quieter. i can hear the stifled bass from the music and high heels clicking against the floor tiles.

as i wait for bea, i brace myself on the sink in front of me and look into the mirror. everything is happening too fast. talking to matty, downing shots, and being dragged to the dance floor immediately. my head is pounding. i didn't have the time to process what is going on tonight. 

my ears are ringing, and it feels like all the alcohol has suddenly lost all its effect. instantly sobering up, i grab a paper towel and dab it on my arms and face to try to get rid of the sweat. turning on the sink, i wet my hands and place them on the back of my neck to cool down and try to help with the dizziness. i hear the toilet flush, and bea comes out of the cubicle, running her hands through her wavy black hair. i reach into my purse and pull out my lipgloss, coating my lips evenly while looking at myself in the mirror.

"i'm going to the back for a bit," i tell bea as she approaches the sink next to me.

"you okay? do you need water?" she asks, concerned

"yea- yes, i just need to breathe a little."

"okay, text me if you need anything." i just nod and leave the bathroom. she knows me, knows i need to be alone.

pushing through crowded bodies, i head to the club's back door, leading to a narrow alleyway where the employees usually store extra liquor bottles. it also doubles as a smoking area, so i shouldn't be surprised when i see him as soon as i open the door. tattooed arms flexing as he lights a cigarette, probably not his first one of the night, and i turn back to try to leave before he sees me.

"leaving so soon?" i turn around again and already feel my cheeks heating up. embarrassed, like a kid caught eating dessert before dinner. "you can stay."

"it's okay, i'll go somewhere else," i wave him off mindlessly. he came here to enjoy his cig on his own, right? he doesn't need his ex-girlfriend plaguing his chill alone time "i don't want to bother you, i just need some air."

"please stay." it's not the first time he says this, but this time i do. 

with pink-tinged cheeks and heels clicking loudly, i slowly walk down the three small steps in front of the door and move to stand across him with my back resting against the club's brick wall. the warm summer air hits my skin, and i can hear the rustle of the traffic. "you could never bother me." i pretend i didn't hear him.

"i thought you were quitting," i motion to the burning cigarette between his fingers. the moonlight illuminated the alleyway, making the smoke around him look like some kind of silver aura. he smiles at me.

"i'm trying," he says, taking a drag and blowing it out by the side of his mouth, and i laugh.

"it sure looks like it," i reply, still smiling. i'm not as nervous as i expected i would be in this situation; maybe the alcohol hasn't worn off as much as i thought.

he shrugs, running a hand through his hair. "well, you know me".

my eyes follow his every movement, long, calloused fingers holding the rolled paper limply and bringing it up to his red, pouty lips. i start to fidget with the end of my skirt, trying to distract myself by looking at how my fingers twist the fabric. busying myself, so i don't remember how those same lips used to feel against my own or on the curve between my neck and shoulder. 

i look up again when i hear matty step on his cigarette– putting it out– and he starts to walk in my direction. my breath hitches. we are face to face now, noses almost touching. closer than we were at the bar. i can see every freckle on his face when he's this close. i can see the chapped corner of his mouth and the grey that's starting to show up on his now tousled hair.

"why did you leave?" he's straight to the point. his voice comes out low, almost a whisper. at our position, there's no need to be louder than that. there's no hatred in his tone; still, he's not smiling. a flash of hurt appears on his face for a moment. "didn't i make you happy?"

"of course you did, matty." i build the courage to look into his eyes, honey pouring out of them. "we've already talked about this."

he lifts his right hand to rest it on the wall beside my head while letting out a scoff. "but i don't get it," his tone is a little bit louder now. he's not aggressive, but he's not whispering anymore. "what happened?"

"it was for the best." i've stopped whispering too. i place my hands on my forehead. as if to avert the impending headache that will follow this conversation. i don't really know what happened either or when it started happening. i feel sweat droplets running down my hairline, not sure if it's from the summer heat, our closeness, or my disquietude. 

"for the best of who?" he questions, lifting an eyebrow, "i don't feel any better!"

"we were fighting all the time, you know this!" there's a lump in my throat, and i can already feel the pressure between my eyes, working hard so the tears don't fall. i lower my voice again. "it was only a matter of time until one of us left, i just left first."

his gaze softens– probably after seeing my flooding waterline– and it's a while before he talks again, as if he's gathering his thoughts. thinking before he speaks for once, "i could never leave you" it's a low, gravely whisper, and i probably wouldn't have heard it if we weren't this close. "i wish you'd stayed." 

it's a blow to my chest. like a gunshot, blood running down my ribcage. and for a second, i don't think i can breathe.

"i wish you'd done a lot of things, matty." my vision is blurry now, and i feel a single tear roll down my right cheek. i wish he would answer my calls when he stayed late at the studio. i wish he would listen to me when i said i felt neglected. i wish he would give me more security when i felt jealous of the girls partying with him and the boys while i was on the other side of the pond. i wish i stayed. when i can't sleep because i suddenly realize that my bed is too cold, too empty. when i wake up, and there are no kisses on my bare shoulder. when i have to climb over my kitchen counter to reach the can of pasta sauce on the top shelf. when i'm so anxious, and there's no one to hold me… "sometimes i wish i stayed too." 

slowly, his hands cup my jaw. long fingers run lightly across my skin and wipe the lonely tear on my face. the hairs on my neck straighten up, and my heart stirs, beating a little faster. he carefully traces his right thumb over my lower lip, giving me time to reject and push him away. and then, his soft lips lock on mine. no warning. i feel his stubble rub against my chin and let out a sigh. there's a flutter on my lower stomach, burning. i should have pushed him away. instead, my fingers trail up his neck, nails brushing against his skin, and finally into his hair as he coaxes his hot tongue into my mouth. he tastes like cigarettes, of course. i can also taste the rum and lime from the mojito he had earlier. one of his hands travels down and he pulls me by the waist, bodies touching fully now. matty groans into my liquored mouth and i preen; it's good to know i still have that effect on him. that i can still make him let out those pretty sounds with just a kiss. it might be selfish, but we both are. because i bet he's proud too, that every touch of his still sends shivers down my spine. i pull out for air first, lungs already starting to burn. my fingers are still buried in his curls as he rests his forehead on mine, both breathing heavily.

"i need you, love," he whispers against my kiss-swollen lips, voice cracking. there's a smudge of lipgloss on the side of his mouth. it was no use reapplying it.

"matty, i can't," my voice comes out weak, just like how i feel.

"why not? you got somebody?" matty frowns, starting to sound a bit agitated.

i shake my head lightly "i don't."

"what is it?"  

"i already told you" it's my turn to cup his face now, scuff prickling against my palms. "we already had this fight before, you get annoyed because i can't trust you, and i start yelling because you don't take me seriously!"

"of course i take you seriously!" he defends, already becoming increasingly exasperated. i just shake my head; there's no use going through this all over again. it hurt enough the first time. however, i still close my eyes, knowing that if i keep looking at him, the chances of me believing him are higher.

"i'm not built for this, matty," for being away from him, for time zones and phone calls, for pretty girls throwing themselves all over him "i'm not strong enough."

"look at me, baby." his hands moved from my waist up to cup my face again, thumb brushing lightly over my cheekbones. "please," i open my eyes.

"do you love me?" he asks. i realize his eyes are glossed over now "because i love you. so fucking much."

it will be easier if i say no, break his heart all at once. give him a reason to give up. it takes me a while, but i nod.

"yeah?" there's a glimmer of hope on his wet iris.

"i do, but-"

"then we'll figure it out" it's not that simple; just figuring it out is not enough. we hurt each other.

"we'll just end up in the same place, matty," i explain firmly. at this point, tears stream both of our faces. his chest heaves, and i try to contain another sob. he turns his face slightly to press his lips to my palm, just for a second. 

"stay with me, please." our noses touch, and i can no longer distinguish his tears from mine. "i'll do better, i swear."

"it's not going to work."

"just for tonight at least, please," it comes out ragged, and he grazes his lips on mine, leaving a gentle but salty peck. "just for a little bit."

this shouldn't be happening. it's a mess, all of it. no matter how hard or how many times we try, even if we start all over again, we'll just end up in the same place. i know how i am and how he is. our love is tainted, a ticking bomb. so no matter how much i love him, how much i want him, i know we'll just go back to those screaming matches and broken pictures.

but if we keep doing this again and again, maybe then we won't have to say goodbye. at least i won't have to spend an entire lifetime missing him. so maybe just one night won't hurt, right? i've done it a million times. staying for just a little bit won't hurt…i think.

okay, just for a little bit.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy angst #the 1975 #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty x reader #the 1975 fanfic

[holylulusworld]

Dishonored

Title: Dishonored

Summary: You fell. For his lies. For him. From grace.

Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader; Lord Barnes x Princess!Reader (no polyamory)

Warnings: heavy angst (I’m not joking), lies, manipulation, hurting people for revenge, implied loss of innocence, unwanted/unplanned pregnancy, Steve being the worst, sadness, hopelessness, desperation, suicidal tendency/suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, fluff, we stan Bucky in this story

Rating: Mature

Words: 2,7 k 

Square filled for @anyfandomfluffbingo: Square 9: “I never loved you.”

Square filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo 2022: Square 4: Winter

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C3: Free space – Royal AU

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo: C2: Sharing body heat

Please heed the warnings for this story. It contains triggering content such as attempted suicide.

You fell. For his lies. For him. From grace. 

How do you move on when your honor and grace get ripped away by the man who promised you love and devotion?

He lured you in – sweet-talked you into giving him the one thing you cherished the most. Your honor and innocence. Reserved for your future husband, and the man loving you unconditionally.

Lies. All lies.

It was a moment of weakness making you stumble and fall. Into his bed. Into his arms.

He took you apart, gentle, and slow. A miracle to you when you think about the aftermath.

A few months earlier, your father’s castle

“I can't believe Prince Steven came to woo me,” you mumbled to yourself. The prince arrived earlier this morning and you hoped your dreams would come true. You always felt a deep connection to the prince, and now, he’s here to talk to your father.

“Princess!” Your chambermaid scolded. “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold! Your father called for you. He wants you to meet Prince Steven. He will stay at the castle for a few weeks until he travels to his uncle’s castle.”

Your face fell. He came here to sit out the approaching snowstorm, nothing else.

How could you have been foolish enough to believe he came to ask for your hand?

“I’m…coming,” you tried to not cry. All your hopes and dreams ended up on the ground - shattered and torn. “We cannot let our guest wait.”

“Father,” you stepped confidently toward your father to peck his cheek. He was always soft on you, and let you break a few rules. Especially when it came to etiquette. You’re his little thunderstorm, a wild child with a bright mind and softness that’s hard to find among royals. “I heard we have a guest.”

“He’ll be here in a minute,” the king softly said. He ran his hand over your hair and patted your head. “I need you on your best behavior. I angered the prince, and we don’t want him to tell his father the king about it.”

You wrinkled your forehead. “What? I don’t understand,” you whispered so no one could hear. Your father is one of the kindest people you know. How could he possibly anger the prince?

“Your Highness,” Steven walked inside the throne room, accompanied by his best friend, and confident Lord Barnes. The brunette watched you with interest while the prince’s eyes drifted toward your brother and his fiancé, Lady Margaret Carter. “I see the princess will join us for supper.”

“Your Highness,” you turned your attention toward the prince. “It’s a pleasure to meet you again. It’s been too long.” 

Steven eagerly took your offered hand to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you for having me.”

“Lord Barnes,” you smiled at the brunette. Last time you saw him he was reading a book in the garden, chuckling at something he read. “I hope you’ll enjoy your stay. The library is always open for you.”

“Princess,” Lord Barnes smiled wildly. “You look as beautiful as ever.”

“Oh…my…you are too kind, Lord Barnes,” you replied gracefully and batted your eyelashes. “It’s always a pleasure having you around.”

Supper was more than pleasant. Lord Barnes kept the conversation flowing while the prince watched you the whole time. He complimented you and raised his glass on your beauty and grace.

You were surprised. His eyes seemed to be glued to your brother and his fiancé. Out of a sudden Prince Steven turned his attention toward you. He even stopped his friend from talking to you.

Your cheeks heated up, and you felt warm when he placed his hand next to yours, subtly brushing your pinkie with his finger.

It was the first time he was so close, and you allowed yourself to bask in his attention for as long as it lasted. 

The next days felt like a dream come true. Steven asked you to spend time with him and go for a walk in the gardens. For propriety's sake, a chaperon accompanied you and Steven. But you didn’t care at all.

The moments spent with the prince were the best of your life. He made you smile, and laugh and your heart flutter.

All that mattered to you was his smile, his soft blue eyes, and the way he looked at you. It was the same way your father looked at your father and your brother at his chosen bride.

“I wish these days will never end,” you dared to hope Steven would say the same.

He took you by surprise when he replied. “Even if they end,” he looked you deep in the eyes, leaning a little closer to whisper, “I’ll always come back to you."

The prince was about to press a soft kiss on your forehead when your chaperone stepped in.

“Your Highness, please do not forget you are wooing for a princess, not a wench. Remember your manners,” she tutted. “We should head back inside. It’s getting colder, and I can smell the snow.”

Marjorie, your chaperone was right. Winter came faster than expected, accompanied by a snowstorm that wouldn’t let up.

The whole country was suffering from the cold weather and the snow masses.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The snowstorm and unforgiving winter kept Steven and Lord Barnes from leaving your castle.

You didn’t mind. Most of the time you spend with Steven, chatting about his kingdom, childhood, and love.

Yes. Love.

You held hands, and when your chaperone wasn’t looking, he even stole kisses. Steven promised you that love is the most precious thing to protect in this world.

He played you well, you give him that.

Your heart couldn’t take being apart from Steven for a single moment. So, you gave him everything you had to offer, and what he was craving. 

On one of these cold winter nights, you let him sneak into your bedroom, and take you to bed. He kissed you, and when he settled between your thighs you believed he would make you his wife and love you forever.

When it was over, he smirked, and his eyes grew cold. Your heart dropped as he hastily redressed. “Steven, what are you doing?”

“My plan went well, didn’t it?” He looked at you, making you feel ashamed of yourself. You grabbed the blanket to cover your body. The one he ruined with his touch. 

“I don’t understand, Steven. My love. What has gotten into you? You said you love me.” You cried as he looked at you, wrinkling his nose at your disheveled state. 

“I never loved you,” he coldly replied. “Your father forced the woman I love to marry your brother,” he sneered and curled his lips. “I stole his beloved daughter’s innocence. What will he do if he finds out you are carrying my bastard under your heart?”

“Steven, I don’t…” Your voice trembled. “Why? I…”

“I came here to ask your father to stop this insanity and let me marry Margaret. I love her dearly. He refused and wanted to send me away.”

You remember now. Your father told you that he upset Steven.

“But…she came here, begging my father to help her. She wanted to marry my brother. Margaret wasn’t my father’s first choice. Some princesses and ladies were more beautiful and with a better reputation. He agreed because she was in love with my brother and threatened to kill herself if he didn’t allow her to marry my brother.”

“What?” He looked a little shell-shocked at your words but shook his head. “Lies!” Steven yelled, making you flinch. “Shut your mouth, wench. Never talk about Margaret like that again.” 

He left without looking back and slammed the door shut. Leaving you devasted, heartbroken, and ruined.

After that night, he never looked at you. He declared that he was going to stay at the guest wing until it was time to leave.

One month later, …

Hopelessness is the only thing left in your life. You can feel a new life growing in your womb. Every passing day brings you closer to doomsday. 

Soon you won’t be able to hide the secret. Soon everyone will know you got dishonored.

Foolish girl letting a man take what should have never been his.

You run your hand over your belly, choking out another sob. If you want to save what’s left of your honor, you must take matters into your own hands.

Shakily you glance at the balcony parapet again. If you do it now, you can save your honor, and your father’s. 

Stepping toward the parapet you release a shuddery breath.

What if it’s not high enough? What if you survive? What if they ask questions?

“No,” you step away from the parapet. This is the wrong way to go. You must let it look like an accident. Or maybe, if you can find someone selling you a potion, you can end your life painlessly and fast.

The river looked inviting to you. You look at the floating water, fascinated by its power and grace.

Once upon a time, you were gracefully too. 

That was until your grace and innocence got ripped away from you like it meant nothing to him. “If I step into the river, it will be over soon. Maybe they will believe it was an accident. I slipped and fell into the river.”

Slowly, you stepped toward the water, closing your eyes for a moment. This was the only way to save your honor. The water would wash away the sin you committed and take your secret with it.

You took another step, and another until you felt the cold water kiss your feet. “Cold.” You whispered but walked farther into the water, feeling it tug at your gown. “It will be over soon, my little stardust.” You rubbed your belly. “I’m so sorry.”

The water surrounded you, almost reaching your waistline as you heard someone call for you. “Princess! NO!”

It was Lord Barnes. His heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw you in the river. He knew something was wrong with the way his friend acted out of a sudden.

“Nooo!” You heard the water splashing and then, two strong arms wrapped around you like anchors holding you in this world. “What are you doing, princess.”

“I cannot…he dishonored me,” you choked out a heartbreaking sob. “I cannot remain. No man will want me. Not after he took my innocence and…the baby…it will be a bastard.”

Lord Barnes stiffened when the words floated out of your mouth like the water in the river. He couldn’t believe his friend and confidant would do such a thing to you for revenge.

“My love. No,” he dragged you out of the water, and wrapped you in his arms, letting you cry in his chest until there were no tears left in you. Lord Barnes said. “Stay with me, my love. I’ll keep you warm. We need to keep each other warm.”

“But I—” You lifted your head to look at him with tear-clouded eyes. “You should’ve let me die. Father will…”

“He won’t know. Not about what happened with Steven, nor what you did today. What a coincidence I came by when you slipped and fell into the river,” he whispered and kissed your temple. “I came back to ask for your hand, and to wed you in spring.”

Your heart thundered in your chest at his words. “I’m…ruined. You don’t want me, or my bastard child.”

“I will love it like my own, my love,” he kissed your cheek. “You are not ruined, princess. Only a little broken. But we can fix this. I got my heart broken once too. We will heal together.”

“My lord, the babe…it’s not yours…I can’t…you can’t.”

“It’s cold, let’s head back to the castle and get you warm. I’ll call for a healer…”

“Not a word about her condition except for the cold,” Lord Barnes warned the healer. “If you say a word about the other thing,” he patted his sword, “you won’t be able to spend all the gold you’ll get.”

“Not a word,” the healer nodded and walked back inside your room.

“Marry my daughter?” Your father eyed Lord Barnes warily. He came back a few days after Prince Steven and he left the castle. Alone, and with a grim expression. “But…what about the prince?”

“He’s a foolish man, my king,” Lord Barnes growled. “He lost his heart one too many times to a pretty face. I cherish your daughter, her grace, and her kindness. If you allow me to woo her, I’ll be forever grateful. I’m not a prince but love her dearly.”

“She admires you too,” the king replied. “She talked about you, and that you love to read as much as she does. If my daughter agrees, I’ll agree on your bond.”

Lord Barnes didn’t wait until spring to wed you. He insisted on marrying you within another month. 

You watched him with sad eyes as he desperately tried to fix his friend’s mistake.

“Lord Barnes, you can still find a better bride,” you took his hand to press a soft kiss on his knuckles. “I’m thankful that you tried to save my honor, but I cannot make you miserable for the rest of your life.”

“My love,” he whispered. “I fell for you the first time we met. If only I knew about Steven’s plans, I wouldn’t have stepped back and let him woo for you.”

“It’s not your fault, only mine,” you sniffled, and wiped your eyes. “I wasn’t raised to become a wench. I decided to let him do this to me…”

“Y/N, you’re not a w-.” He shook his head. “Never use that word again,” he angrily said. “He was the one stealing the light from you. You’re still an innocent angel.”

“I know that I’m not,” you hid your face in his shoulder, allowing yourself to let the mask you wear so well slip. “You’ll get damaged goods, my Lord.”

“Call me James, or Bucky, my love,” he gently rubbed your back. “I promise, you are far from damaged goods for me. You are going to be my wife and I’ll love you. And the babe will get all my love too. They are going to mine.”

“What a beautiful pair, don’t you think?” Your mother asked. “She looks happy, my love.”

Your father smiled wildly as he watched you and your groom share the first dance. You smiled and laughed as Bucky twirled you around.

“I was worried about our daughter for a while. Prince Steven’s departure left her heartbroken,” the king held out his hand for his wife. “Let us join them and celebrate their union.”

The queen smiled and took your father’s offered hand. She didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

A mother always knows when her child is in need. 

She will never break her promise to herself and tell her husband that she saw you at the river when Lord Barnes saved you, or that she heard what you confessed.

“He is a good man, my love,” the queen whispered. “Our beloved daughter couldn't find a better man.”

While everyone celebrated your wedding and danced, Steven stood in a corner, watching you and his best friend happy together.

He squared his jaw and balled his hands into fists. His heart dropped watching Margaret and your brother join you on the dance floor. 

Everything he did was in vain…

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#steve rogers angst #bucky barnes #buckybarnesbingo2023 #steverogersbingo #anyfandomfluffbingo #prince!steve rogers #royal!bucky barnes #royal au #angst #tw: attempted suicide

[ghostswithoutokday]

Lucifer x reader head cannons

( I was bored and didn’t know what to write so here sorry if it’s bad🫠)

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Lucifer is the type of person to tease or make fun of his lover in a joking way that is he loves it when he tease you, especially the blush on your face he craves it I can also kind of see him when you both are cuddling that he would be a little spoon. He sometimes tries or wants to be little big spoon. I never for any reasons worked out for him. he would probably call you ducky or sweetheart. Love you know he loves it when you make up nicknames for him like Lucy or lulu he also loves it when you kiss and cuddle him after a long day also, sometimes you would find yourself with little ducks outside your door and the shape of Ed your favorite thing you made a little duck army in your bookshelf geez I wonder who could this be from? ( I think you know who 😏)

Lucifer tends to get a little jealous. He says he gets a little and by little he means a lot because you’re his, and everybody should know that. There is this one time that this came up to you and asked you if you wanted to have a night together when Lucifer heard this he was livid. Let’s just say that you never saw that center again or anyone did really you never know what happened to him. When you and Lucifer started dating, you, both were kind of scared to tell his daughter Charlie, MorningStar but soon as she found out in the most weird possible way, she gave you guys the thumbs up, and she was actually happy that her dad finally found someone and got over her mother even started taking off his ring for you. loves it when you help him make ducks also

( here a little scenario for you simps 😏)

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what is a normal hellish day in the castle and you were just walking around admiring the paintings when you heard a slightly angry Lucifer, you took a peek and saw Lucifer in his office making you guessed it ducks, you singed a bit “lucy honey are- you okay?” Lucifer turns around his hair was a bit messed up and his wings were a bit messy. “ yea- yea I’m fine it just I can’t seem to get this duck right!?.” Lucifer says an angry tone Lucifer sighs an angry tone soon sliding down from his desk onto the floor, his knees close to his chest “ maybe I’m a failure I mean I can’t even remember my own daughter.. plus she has a dad bond with… Alastor… “ you soon sit down next to him

“ and I see the bond they share” Lucifer says as you put an arm around him “ hey that’s not true I mean sure you could pay little attention to your daughter but still” you soon cough his face making him turn to you. You could see the eyebags under him. He saw he hasn’t slept in a couple of days. And a little bit of tear stains. “You are perfect just the way you are. Lu.. and plus you’re the king of hell and you got me.” Lucifer turns to you “promise me you’ll never leave me please just like she did….” He said looking at the floor you held him close “ of course I never leave you silly I will miss seeing you cuddle up next to me you both laugh a little

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( thank you for reading ⭐️🫠😀🤪)

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #x reader

[syringesyrup]

it’s shark week for me so i’m thinking about how horrible it is for infamous endometriosis havers cirrus and dew (i’m projecting) and how the pack loves to take care of them throughout the week

their cycles are synced up too so they’re a bit attached at the hip during that week and love getting pampered by the other ghouls.

cumulus is insistent on making them plenty of tea and gathering all the heating pads and softest blankets in the ministry for her ghouls 😿 she often gets squished between the two and becomes their personal pillow as she scratches all the right places behind their ears and horns. the ghouls Looove when lulu goes full mama mode and takes care of them (despite dew acting like he doesn’t need it). sunny is always there with her, doing what she can to help and always trying new ways to make them as comfy as they can be throughout the week. she keeps the room clean, helps them bathe if need be, and takes care of their chores.

mountain is always working with aether and phantom to make some remedies that will ease their cramps and irritability. dew Hates being a test subject for these things but he’d rather die than risk one of these things potentially hurting cirrus, so he lets himself be patient zero for whatever the hell the three of them cook up in mountain’s greenhouse. mountain is happy to roll plenty of little joints that will just take the painful edge off of their sore tummies and cramps (he’s also their favorite scratching / kneading post when they’re cuddled up in bed). aether and phantom do their best to ease the pain with some quintessence and help them get some rest throughout the week.

aurora will of course tell dew to SUCK IT UP LIKE A MAN but falls to her knees the moment cirrus gets a cramp. she has a tendency to make biscuits on cirrus’ tummy because she read somewhere that when cats do that, it heals humans. it doesn’t actually help but cirrus likes to see aurora all cuddled up on her and paw at her tummy. she has her gentle moments with dew when it gets bad, holding his hair back if he needs to vomit or even making sure there’s a warm bath waiting for him when he wakes up.

rain is always there to make sure the both of them are getting enough rest and keep them away from their instruments. he insists on them resting and not pushing themselves, especially when he knows the two of them are perfectionists. he will guard the practice room like a dog to make sure the two of them don’t lay a finger on an instrument until the week is over. he’s caught dew by the scruff many times and dragged him back to bed (he’s “punished” with many rain cuddles and kisses)

oh and swiss is just the absolute fucking Worst. seeing dew and cirrus in any kind of pain has him jumping off the walls. he will blow so much money on chocolates and supplies and just the little things that will make them smile. he’ll drain his quintessence just to help them sleep and is a bit of a mother hen during the whole week. he’ll cook any and every meal they ask of him, no matter how complex or expensive it may be. he’s happy to help, especially when he’s rewarded with getting crushed between the two of them and being their personal heating pad.

copia always makes sure to keep their instruments tuned and clean and taken care of throughout the week, perfect by the time the two of them get back to it. he has a habit of buying them little trinkets like swiss does, just little things that will make them happy. he will push aside all of his work just to make sure his ghouls are comfortable and taken care of. he has a habit of telling them bedtime stories as well, stories of his youth and all the trouble he got into that puts a smile on dew and cirrus’ face as they drag him down into bed and constrict around their papa.

they’re such a loving pack and if one of them is in any kind of pain, all the ghouls have their own way of feeling it. while they might not feel those painful ass cramps and sickness, there’s an energy shift that’s enough to set them all off and rush to cirrus and dew’s aid. the two of them Deserve to get pampered for a week anyways, and the rest of the pack is happy to give them plenty of attention and love :,)

#my art #ghost bc #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #fire ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #air ghoulette #cirrusdew empire it’s time to wake up #rise rise rise #hate shark week i need to project onto my ghouls

[callmewrinkles3]

Exclusive: Part Two From The Excerpts of Daniel Ricciardo’s Autobiography.

The Perth News, July 2035.

The former Formula One Champion talks about his wife, his family, and gives insights into his personal life like never before.

I know that everyone who reads this is more interested in my life and racing than in me praising my wife, but here’s the thing. She is my life. Her and our kids are my entire universe.

I’ve done some of the coolest things possible in my life. I’ve spent most of my adult life racing, I’ve driven the fastest cars in the world. I’ve sat into the ones that my heroes drove and driven them around the same racetracks they did. I went to hell and clawed my way back with Emma at my side and won a championship, but I can tell you that I’ve never felt as happy as the day I got to hold my kids for the first time. I’ve never been as proud as the day my wife brought our kids into the world and our family got a little bit bigger. But that’s a story for later. I’m going to tell you all about how much I love my kids in a few chapters, but before I do I need you to understand that they’re as amazing as their mother.

As I’ve been told countless times, everyone knows that we love each other. We’re the parents who are always holding hands at the school events, the ones that Lulu cringes about and tells her friends that “mama and dad keep kissing”. But the world doesn’t know everything that Em has done. They don’t know the things she’s sacrificed for me - her privacy, her solitude, her ability to walk down the street alone. That’s why I need to tell the world how wonderful she is. That’s why there’s some things you should know about my wife.

She is the coolest. Nobody in the world is as cool as her, not even me. She doesn’t believe in God, but she does believe in the power of Taylor Swift to solve world problems. She loves art, history, museums, and castles. And she brings me to a new one no matter where we are in the world. She loves crime shows and knows so much about true crime it’s almost scary. She can tell you which episode of Criminal Minds you’re watching from a single frame, and I can confirm that Penny wasn’t named after Penelope Garcia, but we did think about doing that.

She loves shiny things and Legos, and still says her best Christmas present was a Lego flower set we spent Christmas 2020 making together. She’d rather eat homemade food than dine at a Michelin Star restaurant, and she’s the sole reason we don’t have breakfast for dinner every day. She is the sweetest, strongest, most loving woman in the world. She is the most patient person I know. When we became parents we promised we wouldn’t yell at our kids, and our kids have never heard her raise her voice in anger. I know they never will.

She’s so smart and bright and I call her a genius at least once a day because it’s true. I wasn't going to mention this because it's not my place to say, but Em said I can. She's autistic. We found out after we got married, and a lot of things just slipped into place about her and our relationship. It's not a bad thing. It's not a negative. Her brain just works differently to mine, and she sees things I never would. It's one of the things I love her for, not in spite of it. But it's part of why the rumours and crap said about her hurt so much. Her brain picks up the patterns that everyone else misses and without her I would have been completely blindsided in Hungary in 2022. She was the first one to realise there was a chance for a seat in 2023.

She’s loyal beyond comprehension. She will never spill a secret if you ask her to keep it. She lights up a room as soon as she walks in. She’s so funny it’s unbelievable even though she insists she’s not. She gives the best hugs (as voted by our family) and kisses (as voted by me) in the world. She loves crocheting things and used to travel around the world with yarn and her hooks to make stuffed animals. Each one of our kids has a blanket that she made, and she made one big enough for me.

Every single thing she’s achieved in life is because she worked so fucking hard for it. Em has built herself up from the ashes more times than any person should, and more times than anyone I know could. She rebuilt us and me brick by brick when any other person would have walked away and nobody would have blamed them. And then she’s the reason we built up our family of five and she’s the one who keeps our family going. She’s the heart and soul of this family. She loves being a mum, and she was made to be one. She loves our kids - and somehow me because I’m a lucky, lucky man - more than anything or anyone in the world. She deserves everything in this world and the day we got together I made it my job to make it possible.

She’s the sweetest woman in the world and she couldn’t hurt a fly even if she tried. She’s selfless to a painful degree and trying to explain she can be selfish felt impossible. She still isn’t. She’s the kind of person who remembers everyone’s birthdays and has cards and a cake. She asks how everyone is because she really worries. She’ll stay sitting listening to you ramble for hours, even if it’s about things that she has no interest in or doesn’t understand because she knows it means something to you. She let me talk about wine, I made it my mission to create one that she’d drink and I did it.

Emma Ricciardo is the woman who puts everyone else first. She’s been willing to do things that make her life worse in so many ways because she thinks it’ll be easier for other people. She puts her wants and needs behind everyone else’s, and no matter what she still does. It’s just one of the reasons I always put her first in life because she won’t put herself first. You know the thing on flights, put your own mask on before helping others? Emmy doesn’t do that. She helps everyone else first.

She makes the hard days easier. During the worst time in our lives when I could barely get out of bed to go to work she was the one who made the noise go away. She’d wrap me in her arms because it was the one place I felt I wasn’t tearing myself apart. She drove me to and from the McLaren MTC and waited around Woking for me because she knew I needed her. She’s the only person who could ever quiet that overactive, anxious voice in my head. She still is.

And on top of that she’s fucking gorgeous. I know I’m biased, but have you seen her? She’s beautiful inside and out and Milo is so lucky he looks like his Mama. Don’t get me wrong, our girls are beautiful because they look like me but Milo got to take after Em and I love that we have her mini me too. She’s this tiny little British crazy woman who can verbally kick anyone’s ass but smiles like a child when songs she likes come on the radio. She grins at me and I forget what I was saying. I can’t count how many times I forgot what I was talking about during an interview in the paddock. I know there’s YouTube compilations of me losing my train of thought, and I can confirm any of them after mid 2018 were because I saw her.

I can’t count the amount of times my brain went blank and I stopped listening to whatever anyone was asking me, simply because I saw her passing by. She would walk anywhere in my eyesight with Blake and Michael and I could recognise her no matter how far away she was. And then my brain turned into a mess of rainbows, hearts, and glitter. That’s how terribly in love with her I am. She grins and her nose wrinkles and I remember seeing her in that kitchen and wanting to kiss her. It’s how she got her instagram username, I started calling her Wrinkles that night.

I seriously don’t know how I got so lucky. I’ve tried working out how but in the nearly twenty years since we met I still don’t know. Somehow the strongest and most beautiful woman in the world agreed to marry me and call me her husband and let me call her my wife and my baby mama, and I still don’t understand it. She loves me and more than that she likes me, and how cool is that?

I could go on for this entire book to talk about all the things I love about her but I’ll keep most of that to myself to get to the point. There’s a really small circle of people who are lucky to be liked by her. You should feel lucky if Emmy calls you her friend. But there’s this even tinier circle of people who Em actually loves, and if you’re in that one you can call yourself a blessed cunt. If you’re in that very closed circle you know exactly what I’m talking about, and you also know that there’s absolutely nothing that woman won’t do to protect the people she loves.

When I tell you that, what I really mean is she will become lethal. If you mess with the people who she loves, Em turns into a different person who will rain destruction on you. I always say that she turns into Mama Badger, and she calls me a silly and kisses my nose, but it’s true. It’s very rare and I’ve seen it a few times since I met her, but the worst was the last time she publicly turned into Mama Badger. Why?

Because she gets mad when you mess with anyone in that very small circle of people she loves. But guess what happens when someone messes with and publicly betrays the one she loves the most in the world?

#call it what you want fic #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #formula one fanfic #formula one imagine #ciwyw writing

[itstheoneshot]

Woe, Is Me

request

Summary: You just can’t get anything right, can you?

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Lay Zhang x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Arguing, BDSM, Degradation.

Arriving home from work, you enter the house to be greeted by two of your four cats and you kneel down to pet them as you take off your shoes.

“Okay, okay,” You giggle as the elder one, Luobo, tries to climb onto your lap, “That’s enough, I’ll get your dinner.”

You stand back up, now carrying the cat, and you are trailed by the other, Lulu, to the kitchen where you keep all of the supplies. Quickly fixing up their food, as you place the four bowls down, the other two cats come out to feast, and you lean back on the counter to watch them.

“My love, you’re home!”

Turning around at the sound of his voice, you are greeted by your partner. Dressed casually in an oversized singlet and loose fitting tracksuit pants, clearly having spent his day at the dance studio. You smile at him as he crosses the room to you, leaning into his embrace as he wraps his arms around you.

“Yixing,” You mumble, “I missed you.”

He kisses your forehead, and then your lips, and presses his nose to yours as he stares into your eyes. It is hard, working a job that has you away from him so much, but you are so independent, and Yixing loves that about you too, so you make it work.

“I missed you too,” He replies, “But you’re back now.”

Four days on, three days off, every week until the project ends, which doesn't feel like it ever will. The pay is amazing, and the experience is too, but the exhaustion is almost too much.

“Mhmm,” You nod, “So what did you plan?”

Yixing on the other hand, never stops working. An actor, singer, dancer and a CEO, the grind never stops. He is setting you both up for life, but that doesn’t make it any easier to get through the loneliness.

“Baobei,” He sighs, “I told you, I have shows this weekend. We’ll be away.”

Fuck. You had forgotten. Your stomach drops. You were so looking forward to alone time with him, and now you won’t get that.

Oh no. You remember now, that you were supposed to organise someone to come and stay and take care of the cats so that you could go with him.

“Baby?” He asks, his tone indicates his tentativeness, reading your expression, “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes widen, wanting to cover yourself but knowing that there is no way you can fix this now.

“I’m sorry,” You stutter, “I forgot… I… I didn’t mean to.”

Yixing tilts his head curiously, “You forgot about the tour?”

“Yeah,” You nod, holding back tears, “I didn’t organise a housesitter… I can’t come. Nobody to look after the cats.”

Yixing smiles softly, lifting a hand to cup your cheek, “Don’t cry, my love. It’s okay, I’ll try and get it covered.”

You feel so stupid. He asked one thing of you and you couldn’t do it. He does everything for you, and this is how you repay him, by making him do even more.

“So dumb,” You whine, “I’m sorry, I’m the worst.”

“Baobei,” Yixing murmurs, “Don’t say that.”

His niceness only hurts you further, and tears begin to flow down your cheeks. Yixing tries to wipe them away with his thumbs, cupping both sides of your face now, but you continue to cry.

“I am!” You cry, “I’m so fucking stupid!”

“Enough,” Yixing warns you, “Why are you always like this?”

You try to steady your breaths, looking at your partner through glassy eyes. You don’t quite understand what he is talking about, and it awakens you from your crying a little bit.

“What do you mean?” You ask with a pout.

“This,” He replies, more exasperated now, “You’re so dramatic, and nothing I say or do is ever enough for you.”

An argument. Of course, you’ve started an argument.

“You’re too nice to me,” You whine, “Why can’t you just tell me I’m wrong for once?”

“Because you forgot to book a sitter?” He asks incredulously, “Do you not see how fucking minute that is as a problem?”

Tensions are running hot, and you can’t see reason.

“You asked me to do one thing,” You argue, “And I couldn’t do that, you should be frustrated.”

“The only thing that is frustrating,” He counters, “Is the constant victim mentality bullshit you have going on.”

It isn’t often that Yixing swears at you, but when he does, it fires you up.

“What the fuck do you mean?” You ask, “It’s true, I can’t do anything right!”

Yixing’s hands move down from your face to your shoulders, gripping a little tighter than necessary, he stares at you with a blank expression, and it frightens you.

“Why can’t you get it through your head,” He growls, “That a tiny mistake doesn’t make you a total fuck-up?”

In an instant he is kissing you, before you have a chance to protest. One hand moves to your throat to keep you silent, but nothing stops you from kissing him back. It hurts, the way that his nails dig into your neck, but it has you crumbling, and fast.

“You drive me crazy,” Yixing hisses, stepping you backwards down the hallway, not seeming to care about the way that you grip to him to steady your feet, “Always complain, woe is me, sometimes you just need to shut the fuck up for a minute.”

You don’t often see this side of your partner, quite the opposite of the soft spoken, angelic man that you are usually met with. Yixing pushes you up against the wall right by your bedroom door. His kisses are charged, forceful, and your breathing is shallow with his hand still firmly grasping your neck.

“You’re gonna make us late,” He says, though it doesn’t really seem like he finds this an issue, “Better make this worth it.”

Right when you think you can no longer take it, he lets go only to grab a fistful of your hair instead. He turns you away from him, and pushes you ahead into your room, knocking you face down onto the mattress, where he grabs your pants to tear them down your legs.

“Much better like this,” He purrs, your face is pressed into the covers, “I don’t have to hear you, I can just admire that sexy body of yours.”

You whine as he puts you down, unable to see him, but you hear him unbuckle his belt. You are puzzled for a moment as you do not hear it fall to the floor, but you find out why that is only a second later.

Crack!

Leather to skin. He spanks you hard across the ass with the belt, you grip to the sheets and are ashamed of how good that felt for you. Once, twice, three times in quick succession before you hear the material fall to the floor, and feel the weight shift behind you as Yixing leans down to kiss the raw flesh.

“Good girl,” He praises against your skin, his hands now working to pull down his tracksuit, “Let me take you now, we have to be quick.”

You arch your back prettily, ass up for him as his hands slip between your thighs. You never thought that being hit would turn you on, but you are soaked, and Yixing is so fucking hard when he feels you.

“Fuck me,” You whimper, “Come on, please?”

No time for foreplay, you want to be fucked stupid, want your boyfriend to take out his anger, and that he will. Stopping momentarily to get a condom from your bedside drawer, he rolls it down over his cock before lining it up with you. Bracing yourself, you glance back at him over your shoulder just as he makes his first move.

“Don’t look at me,” He warns, his voice breathy and low, “I don’t want to see your face.”

You look away as he thrusts all the way in, the stretch a little much at first, but you aren’t against it, pressing back into him as he pulls out to thrust in again. His nails dig into your hips as he takes out his rage on you, and you can’t help but moan every time he fills you completely.

“Much better,” He groans, “My perfect cocksleeve, look at you taking all of me, that’s all you were made to do.”

You know that he doesn’t mean it, but the harshness of his words has you gasping, clenching to him as he fucks you senseless. It’s hard to breathe still, with your face pressed into the bed, and your orgasm nearing as his speed and intensity picks up to an insane level.

“Fuck,” You whimper, all but forgetting to be quiet, “Love your cock, Yixing, love you.”

He laughs as he lets go of your hip to grab your hair, turning your head so that you can look back at him. His eyes are dark and brooding, glassy and you can tell that he is holding himself back. You can tell that his anger is subsiding, but think that is probably because he is so close to climax.

“Cum with me,” He orders, “Need you to help, don’t hold back, can you do that?”

You nod furiously, focusing on the unraveling knot in your stomach, thighs shaking and barely able to keep you upright as your orgasm comes crashing down over you. Yixing’s moans mix with yours as he releases too, cock twitching as you pulsate around him.

“Holy shit,” You gasp as Yixing pulls out roughly, taking the condom off and tying it before throwing it into the trash next to your bed, “That was so good.”

Yixing kisses you as he pulls you up to stand, licking into your mouth while his fingers card through your hair in an attempt to fix the messiness of it.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asks.

“No,” You shake your head with a little giggle, “I liked it.”

He smiles as he steps back to get dressed, and you follow suit, though because you still have half your clothes on from the rush, it doesn’t take long.

“Come, the sitter should be here in a minute,” Yixing smiles at you, chuckling as he sees your shocked expression, “What? I got it sorted, and we need to go.”

You roll your eyes at him, but bite your tongue to not put yourself down again, knowing that is what upset him in the first place. Instead you are grateful, taking his hand with a quiet thank you, and you follow him out to the hall, greeting the housesitter quickly before you both depart for the airport, knowing that you are cutting it fine to make the flight.

“I love you,” Yixing confesses, and it makes your stomach do flips, the same way that it does every time he has said it over the years, “Don’t ever forget it.”

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop smut #cpop #cpop fanfic #cpop smut #fic request #lay Zhang #exo lay #lay Zhang fanfic #exo lay fanfic #lay Zhang smut #exo lay smut #Zhang Yixing #Zhang Yixing fanfic #Zhang Yixing smut #exo #exo fanfic #exo smut

[acourtcfmuses]

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

💻 ― excellent writing

📚 ― nice threads to read

📌 ― a staple on the dash

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

(these in particular)

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  (  send in one or more of these symbols for me to pick one blog or multiple i wanna shout out that i think fit well into the category. explanations optional.  )

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

@bccksmarts - Anyone who hasn't witnessed Pom's Hermione is seriously missing out. The amount of time and effort that she puts into Hermione is evident in every single one of her replies and I'm so grateful for the opportunity to write with Pom and her Hermione!

@cruelprincae - Chrissie's Cardan???! Just wow, not only is Cardan spot on, Chrissie is an absolutely stellar writer and every time I get a reply back I just sit and stare at it in awe. Chrissie had put so much thought into the literature of Cardan and every headcanon is just perfection.

@fiercehearts - I absolutely love and adore all of Alex's muses, but I have to gush about Kenzi for a second. I know we haven't done too much with Kenzi and Dyson yet (mostly because I have the pace of a dead snail), but any post Alex make with Kenzi, I can hear her voice every time and Kenzi is just written so amazingly.!

💻 ― excellent writing

@isdeathlystill - TEA! Tea is honestly one of my favourite people and her threads always help push me to be a better writer! She has such an amazing talent for writing and is so creative with some really amazing OC muses as well as writing spot-on canon muses that are so varied and well written.

@dreamingonthedaily - Lulu here own my heart and soul, I should have that known firstly. Lulu is such an amazing writer and put so much thought into her writing it's unreal. Every thread fits in the world it's in perfectly and just makes so much sense. I get so excited for our threads honestly. Lulu normally gets me gushing to her over video call about our threads.

@lcveblossomed - Sage is such a talented writer! Their threads are always so amazing to read and has so many amazing OC's who I forget constantly aren't canon (Like Pepper and Lenny who are just *chef kiss*). I am beyond grateful to get to write with Sage and always look forward to all our threads!

📚 ― nice threads to read

@scarredfeathers - Moth always seems to have the loveliest OC's and Jewel is no exception. I love Jewel so much and will always find myself reading other Jewel posts because she'd the cutest and has such an amazing backstory regardless to the verse and Moth puts so much love and effort into Jewel.

@gentlepuff - While I don't have too much going with Mari and Odette yet, I always love to see Odette popping up on my dash and enjoy reading all the threads when I see them! I honestly can't wait to write more!

📌 ― a staple on the dash

@denydefeat - Nadia is the definition of a staple on the dash. She is a wonderful writer, with so many interesting muses and I'm always excited to see what is going to come up in our threads. Especially when we have so many muse combinations between us both to play with. I wouldn't be without Nadia on my dash!

@dynastymuses - Kate is one of those blogs I just constantly look at with heart eyes. Not only is she an insanely talented writer, but amazing with graphics and edits. You can tell in her writing that she loves and adores her muses because you can feel how much she understand them in how well they're written!

@twistedtangledfate - Bee is a sweetheart and not only is Bee a super talented writer but one of the kindest and most supportive writing partners you can have. I deeply enjoy all our threads and when we speak OOC and I look forward to all that we end up doing in the future. 100% a must follow if you aren't already!

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

@3katanas - This woman right here is one of my bestest friends and puts up with my shit often. I love Kira a whole damn lot. She always puts so much time and effort into whatever muse she's writing whether OC or canon and into their backstory and their verses and into ensuring that the theme of the blog matches the muse and it always looks stunning and she's an amazing writer too.

@hellgiven - Charli is just so talented I can't. She had such a knack with taking canon muses from one fandom and moving them to new fandoms and making it fele as is they had always been there. I honestly need to remind myself at times that Caroline and Davina originated in different fandoms because Charli puts so much love and lore into any muse she writes and I adore Charli.

@ofblackskies - Jenna has been putting up with my weirdo self for over 7/8 years now and she is honestly just a fantastic writer and a fantastic friend and I love and adore her so damn much. and never mind 10/10, she is 10000000000/10 must follow. No matter what blog I have, or she has, I will follow her into fandoms I know zilch about just to see her perfection.

#☀️ [ positivity ] #long post tw

[alucarddear]

follow me down a story rabbithole for a sec

alucard inventing sunscreen for his vampire s/o bc all that education has to lead somewhere

in my mind it starts with the reader as a human enjoying their days with lulu basking in the sun but eventually as they age they get turned so they can no longer (yes I was rereading your fic about reader asking to be turned by adrian what about it) and maybe eventually reader and alucard travel some place where the locals use their own form of sun protection (ie real life example: otjize used by Himba ppl of Namibia) like some kind of paste and studies it to find out what about it protects the skin from the sun and making his own paste you can use to finally spend some time in the sun again <3

Sunlight

Alucard creates a sun cream for his vampire lover. 🤍 [She/her]

Note: Hello, I’m back. This hits the spot just enough, I hope. I’ll be working on shorter, simpler requests such as this for now since I am busy. Sol is the fic anon is talking about. Check my masterlist for anything you haven’t read before.

It pains Adrian to watch his beloved stand by the window and peer longingly outside.

Despite her kind insistence that she is fine and he is all she needs—that she knew what it meant to turn—he knows she misses going out in the day. He knows she longs for the things he can still do but their love had taken away from her.

He would pierce the sun and veil it if he could—if it would allow her to be outside where she loved to be. If only.

With single-minded pursuit, Adrian toiled away in his laboratory for months on end to see his darling bask in the sunshine again. She is his sun, after all, the very light of his life. She deserves that much at the very least.

"It does not suit you to be in the shade all day long, my love," he tells her once he has crafted a somewhat effective sun balm.

“This balm is not going to give you immunity to the sun, I’m afraid,” he patiently explains. “And you do need to apply it rather generously.”

Adrian slathers a thick layer of the balm across her cheek as if to prove his point. She scrunches her nose in distaste, but nods all the same.

“But… it should allow you to be outside for even just a couple minutes,” he finally reveals.

At that, her face lit up like the sunlight that she is, squealing with utter joy. She jumps into his arms and peppers him with sweet kisses, smearing the sun balm all over his face in her excitement.

His little concoction stands no chance against prolonged exposure to the sun, no, but it is enough for her to stand out there and feel its warmth for a bit.

The joy that erupted from her fine features as she stepped into the sun for the first time in years was worth every effort, worth all of it and more.

#he would give her anything if she asked tbh #this isn’t the angst I was on about btw!!! #Alucarddear writes #castlevania #adrian tepes #alucard #alucarddear requests #Alucard fanfic #adrian tepes fanfic

[luckyqueenreign]

No Other Love - Chapter 2: Shoot

Gemma can't seem to get her mind off Suresh as he heads out on a date with Lulu. Her past and present collide as she reminisces about a special date from their past.

NSFW

🎵 Song 🎵: Shoot What if it hurts? It's gonna...

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He doesn’t love me, why am I making this harder for myself? 

She couldn't keep the negative thoughts from swirling around in her head as Suresh and Lulu left the villa for their first date. 

First of many…

“Babe, at least try to pretend to look like you don’t care,” Dana whispered, her voice cutting through Gemma’s negative thoughts. 

“What do you mean? I don’t care,” Gemma said, fiddling with a loose thread on the brightly colored bean bags the girls were sitting on. 

Dana rolled her eyes and leaned in closer. “You can pretend with everyone else, but I know you wanted to couple up with him before Casa. So tell me…how are you really feeling?” 

Gemma sighed and kept her eyes locked on the loose thread, pulling and tugging at it anxiously. 

“I-I’m fine. Suresh made his choice. And it doesn’t matter what I wanted before Casa, all that matters is where we’re at now. He chose Lulu and I chose Nicolas.” The lies clumsily tumbled out of her mouth. She’d tried to convince herself that if she repeated it enough times to enough people she’d start to believe them as well. 

“But babe -” 

“But nothing. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Gemma stood up resolutely and headed towards the kitchen to fill up her almost full water bottle. Being on Love Island was an opportunity of a lifetime, she knew she was so lucky to be here but she didn’t feel lucky. She just wanted to be back in Edinburgh, somewhere familiar where people knew her and didn’t judge or comment on every move she made. She stopped at the expansive kitchen island and placed her palms on the cool marble counter, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

I just wish I were home…

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Gemma nervously adjusted her dress with her one free hand and balanced a bottle of wine and her purse in the other. She sighed deeply, hoping to shake out some of the nerves she felt, or at the very least quiet the butterflies going berserk in her stomach. She pressed down on the doorbell with her perfectly manicured nail and waited. She could hear his footsteps as he approached the door, clicking the lock to unlock it, and then he swung it open with a massive smile on his face. 

“Hey there, beautiful,” Suresh said, his eyes raking over her body as he stepped aside to let her into his apartment. “Perfect timing. Dinner is almost ready.” 

“It smells amazing in here, what are you making?” she raved, but before he volunteered an answer his arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her closer to him, capturing her lips with his. He felt her body melding into his as he deepened the kiss, softly tugging on her hair while she let out a soft moan. A loud timer rang out in the kitchen, interrupting their kiss. 

He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead on hers and looked into her eyes. 

“Hold that thought.” 

Gemma groaned, feigning annoyance, but smiled back up at him. 

“Fine.” She sighed. “This is for you.” She held out the bottle of wine. 

He took the wine and her hand in his, leading her into the kitchen to turn off the timer. Gemma sat on a stool on the kitchen island, watching him as he moved about the kitchen with ease. He looked so comfortable, so relaxed, so happy. Was she fooling herself to think he was just as happy as she was? She had never been one to fall hard and fast, but five dates in and she felt like absolute putty around him. She couldn’t wipe the stupid, giddy grin off her face when she thought of him. She’d never been this nervous with anyone else she had dated previously. This feeling - the tightness in her chest, the butterflies in her stomach - she had never experienced it this intensely. She cursed her brain for even offering up the "L"-word, it was way too early for that. But there was something there, and she knew she was falling for him hard. 

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked, restraining from resting her head in her hands and gawking at him as he moved around effortlessly, looking like a Greek God. 

“Why don’t you pour us some wine? Maybe the red,” he suggested before spinning around and grinning. “I’m making bolognese. A little birdie told me it was your favorite.” 

She looked up at him with a knowing look and he smirked at her. 

“I’ve never been referred to as a ‘little birdie’ before, but I’ll gladly accept it. Especially if it means I’ll get all of my favorite things.” She slid off the bar stool and got the bottle of red from the wine rack, placing it on the island. Then she walked past him, making sure she was close enough that her hip brushed against him as she passed. “Here?” she asked innocently as she stopped right next to him, opening the cabinet door to retrieve two wine glasses. She pretended not to notice how his eyes wandered, heat blooming in her core. Pouring them both a glass, she handed one of them to him, their fingers brushing against each other as the glass traded hands.

“Cheers,” they said in unison, maintaining eye contact as they took a sip. 

“Fuck, Gem, you look so good in that dress.” His eyes couldn’t decide where to look; her eyes, her lips, her breasts, her hips, the faint outline of her ass. He made an involuntary sound in the back of his throat, prompting her to smirk. 

“You should see how good I look underneath it,” she purred, biting down lightly on her bottom lip. His eyes widened slightly at the insinuation, his pants suddenly felt a bit tight. His free hand flexed as he tried to calm himself down. He had contemplated  this night for a long time, he had a plan. And he was going to follow the plan, be a gentleman, because he really liked her and he didn’t want to fuck this up. But god, she looked so good. She took a single step towards him and he shifted slightly, eyes boring into hers. 

“You’re not making this easy for me,” he said, his voice gruffer than it had been a few seconds ago.

“I’m not sure I understand,” she answered, giving a light shrug and staring up at him through her lashes. He cocked a brow.

“I had a plan for how this was going to go,” he said firmly.

She smirked. “Things don’t always go how we planned.” 

“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he insisted.

“Who said I wanted a gentleman?”

Something within him lit on fire and in a split second he put down his glass and closed the space between them, crashing his lips onto hers. She pressed back into him and he took the glass from her hands, pushed her back until she was pinned between the counter and his arousal. She moaned into his mouth. He put the glass down, then in one swift movement he lifted her onto the marble countertop and with gentle pressure spread her legs so he could step in between them. The kiss was as hungry as they should’ve felt, with the untouched food still on the stovetop. His hands desperately explored her body through her thin silky dress, she shuddered when he reached her breasts and teased her nipples through the fabric. Even as she shimmied her arms out of the thin straps of her dress, exposing her full breasts to him, she found it hard to let go of his lips. Wanting more of him, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She couldn’t stifle the moans when his lips trailed kisses down her body, reaching her breasts and taking one in his mouth while he expertly teased her nipple with his tongue. He moved his hand down her taut stomach, the sensation causing her to arch her back in desire, knowing what was to come. He lifted her slightly, hooking a finger in the waistband of her underwear and pulling them down, exposing her further.  

“Reshhh…” Her voice came out as a breathy gasp. “Fuck me, baby. Please.” 

He moved to her neck, biting and licking, enjoying how she seemed to melt under his touch. He moved his hands slowly up her legs, onto her thighs, pushing up her dress as he went. His fingers twitched knowing how close they were to her center, and from her moans and her writhing, he knew she was wet. Wet for him. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” he teased, lifted her off the counter and started to unbutton his pants. She moved closer and kissed his chin, his neck, the hollow of his throat. Her hand stroked him through his underwear, but nothing could prepare her for the sheer size of him.

“Turn around.” His low, husky voice, thick with desire, made her do exactly as he demanded. She bent over slightly, palms firmly planted on the marble countertops, and wiggled her ass at him. He grabbed one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it hard, making her hum in approval. 

Then he eased himself into her at an agonizingly slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm her. Gemma let out a loud moan and turned back to look at him, her eyes dark with lust. 

“I can take it, baby. Faster.” 

He thrust into her harder this time, eliciting an even louder groan from Gemma. Grabbing onto her waist, he fused their bodies together, plunging deeper than he had before. 

“F-fuck Resh…”

Maintaining his steady rhythm, his lips descended onto her neck, and she mewled uncontrollably as her walls started to tighten around him. He snaked an arm around her and down between her legs, flicking her sensitive bud. She clenched around him as she gasped.

“Cum for me, G.” 

She lost all control of her body as she reached the paralyzing moment of ecstasy and released a loud moan. He wasn’t far behind her, and after a couple more thrusts he shuddered into her, burying his face in her neck as he groaned. She could barely stand, her legs feeling more like jello than limbs, but he held her tight to his chest, keeping her balanced. As they both attempted to catch their breaths, sweat dripping down their chests, she turned around to gaze at him. She moved to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his gently.

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“Hey beautiful, there you are,” Nicolas said, coming up from behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. 

Gemma’s breathing hitched as she felt his arms tighten around her and she flinched at his touch. Her memories washed away as quickly as they had come. 

Nicolas looked at her with concern. “You ok? You were just staring off into space there for a while.” 

“Yes!” She lied. “Why don’t we head down to the pool? I’m boiling up!” Before he could ask any follow up questions she turned around and shot him a big fake smile. Then she took his hand and led him over to the pool. 

They were still in the pool chatting, when Suresh and Lulu walked back into the villa an hour later, both beaming. 

“They’re back!” Kat squealed as she ran over to a surprised Lulu, grabbing her by the hand and leading her to the swings. “Girls! Come join us! I want all the goss from their date.” 

“Looks like I’m being summoned…” Gemma restrained from groaning out loud. “I’ll see you in a bit.” She gave Nicolas a small peck on the cheek and got out of the pool, water dripping everywhere. As she quickly toweled off she noticed Suresh, eyeing her from the firepit. She quickly wrapped herself up in the towel and headed to the swings.

“Ok, tell us everything.” Kat burst out, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Where did you guys go? What did you do? Any love vibes?” 

“Kat, relax! Let her answer one question before you bombard her with ten more,” Dana rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, where to start? We went on this lovely picnic on this really gorgeous property. We could actually see the sea from where we were, it was stunning…” Lulu continued on about how fun her date was and how she could see herself falling for Suresh, but Gemma tuned it out. She couldn’t make herself listen to it. 

Deja vu…

She pretended to care about what Lulu was saying, nodding and smiling weakly when she noticed the girls giggling or teasing her. 

*TEXT PING* 

Thank God. Anything to end this convo. 

“I’ve got a text!” Arlo shouted happily and waited for the boys to walk over to the swings before she started reading it. 

Islanders, tonight each couple must vote for who they think is the least compatible couple. The couple with the most votes will be going home. #PowerFailCouple #TwoForTheRoad

Arlo jumped up from her seat and wrapped her arms around Pete. “Me and Pete have nothing to worry about,” she said smugly. 

Copying her exact move, Kat got up and hugged Finn. “Same here. Right, Finn?” 

Finn just looked at Kat and smiled, nodding his head and hugging her closer. 

“I’m feeling confident. Alfie and I proved how we got on in Casa Amor,” Meera said. “Even though we haven’t been together as long as some people here. I’m totally sold on us as a couple.”

“And hopefully you lot are too!” Alfie added. 

“Bring it on! If this date proves anything it’s that Suresh and I are compatible to the max,” Lulu gushed. Suresh looked at her and smiled awkwardly, gazing over at Gemma who quickly looked away. 

“I think it’s a bit weird to have to announce your compatibility with someone. Seems forced.” Nicolas shrugged his shoulders and looked over at Gemma. “I never have to do that with Gemma and I know you can all clearly see how compatible we are,” he said smugly, looking pleased with himself as he walked over to her and took her hand in his. “Now if you’ll excuse us, my lady and I are going to get ready for tonight. I advise you all to do the same rather than trying to prove how compatible you are.”  

They walked off together into the villa to get ready for the night ahead. 

Gemma found herself alone in the dressing room, the others still outside. She stared back at her reflection, smoothing her hair out as thoughts of what the night might bring flooded her mind. 

Are Lulu and Suresh even compatible? Gemma asked herself. Lulu sure seems to think so. 

Dana came rushing into the dressing room, interrupting her thoughts. 

“You’re going to die when you hear this,” she panted, unable to hide the huge grin on her face. 

“What is it?” Gemma asked impatiently. 

“OK, literally seconds after you and Nic came up to get ready, Pete agreed with what Nic said, but then started going off about ‘types’ and well, apparently there’s someone else in the villa that he finds to be way more his type on paper.” 

“Shut up, who?” 

“LULU!” Dana squealed. 

“What?” Gemma gasped, her eyes wide. 

“Yes, and it kicked off with Arlo and Pete, it was a whole thing. At least they made everyone’s job easier tonight.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, we can all vote for Arlo and Pete now, it’s clear they’re not compatible if he’s trying to be with someone else, right?” 

Gemma looked at her reflection and considered this. Surely that wasn’t how we were judging compatibility? But she didn’t care as long as she was safe. 

And Suresh would be safe too. Suresh…and Lulu. 

After getting ready for what lay ahead, the islanders were in the kitchen making drinks and chatting about the compatibility vote ahead of them. Gemma noticed Arlo and Meera whispering in a corner, frequently and not very subtly looking right at her. 

*TEXT PING* 

“I’ve got a text,” Gemma said, less enthusiastically than she probably should have. The islanders gathered around her as she read it out.

Islanders in your couples please vote on who you think is the least compatible couple. The couple with the most votes will be dumped from the island. 

“Well, looks like we’ve got to go make a tough decision, beautiful.” Nicolas moved closer to Gemma, putting his hand on the small of her back, guiding her away from the other islanders. She wasn’t sure why, but it was really starting to annoy her when he called her ‘beautiful’.

They found a secluded spot away from everyone else and Nicolas took out his phone. 

“I feel like this is an easy one tonight,” Nicolas smirked. “It’s obviously Suresh and Lulu.” 

“What?! NO!” Gemma shrieked, her tone giving away more than she intended. Nicolas eyed her warily. “It’s just, she told us how amazing her date was, they clearly had a good time. Why would we vote them out?” 

“I think they’re faking it. At least Suresh is,” he said matter of factly.  

Could he be faking it? 

“I don’t think so. I’d know if Suresh was faking it. And besides, didn't you hear what happened with Arlo and Pete?” 

He looked at her confused. “No, what happened?” 

“He said that he wanted to recouple with Lulu. Apparently they had a big blow up out on the lawn, we missed it when we went inside. I’m pretty sure everyone’s voting for them.” He still looked unconvinced so she continued, “I also noticed Meera and Arlo plotting in the kitchen just now, I think they’ll throw us in to split the vote. Voting for Suresh and Lulu would be a burn vote, so we need to vote for Arlo and Pete to be safe.” 

“Fair point. Alright, then let’s send the text.” 

Gemma took out her phone and quickly typed ‘Arlo and Pete’, tapping the send icon before Nicolas had a chance to change his mind. 

“Let’s head to the firepit, then?” she suggested. 

As they walked towards the fire pit, Gemma saw Suresh and Lulu out of the corner of her eye. They were making their way over as well.

Does he look…nervous? I guess they haven’t been coupled up for very long, but no one here has, except for Kat and Finn. 

Suresh glanced in Gemma’s direction. Nicolas noticed this and slipped an arm around her waist, kissing her cheek. 

As the islanders all gathered around the firepit, one by one they received texts to confirm they were not in the bottom and were therefore safe, until only Dana and Gabi as well as Pete and Arlo remained. 

Gemma’s eyes flitted between Dana and Gabi. She wasn’t surprised they were at the bottom with Gabi desperately trying to rekindle what she’d had with Suresh the second they got back from Casa.

Even though he rejected her, that can’t bode well for hers and Dana’s compatibility.

A loud ping cut through her thoughts, bringing her back. Lulu opened the text, then looked at the bottom four. 

“The couple safe tonight and continuing their journey is…Dana and Gabi. I’m sorry Pete and Arlo,” she said solemnly. 

*Text Ping* 

This time Arlo picked up her phone and stared at the text. “Arlo and Pete, you have been voted least compatible by your fellow islanders and are therefore dumped. Please pack your things and get ready to leave the villa.” 

Arlo gasped and looked at Pete in shock. 

“I-I can’t believe this,” she stammered. 

“Yeah, is this some kind of sick joke?” He looked at Nicolas annoyed, as if they had planned to save one another. Nicolas shrugged and held Gemma tighter. 

“Arlo and I might’ve gotten into a little argument today but we’re way more compatible than the whole lot of you,” Pete growled before he stormed into the villa with Arlo closely following behind. 

“Pete! Come on, don't be like that!” Alfie tried. 

But Pete ignored him and kept walking. 

“We should still go help them pack, it’s been a long day,” Finn pointed out.

“Come on, let’s go!” Nicolas said. They all went inside to help out, but Gemma couldn’t bring herself to care about Arlo and Pete leaving. Why should she? Arlo had never been nice to her, and she didn’t really know Pete. Instead she dreamt about being back in Edinburgh for the second time that day. Back in the comfort of her own home, free of islanders constantly milling around her. 

I just wish I were home…

#litg suresh #litg ex in the villa #love island the game #litg mc #litg s5 #litg #litg fanfiction #litg eitv #litg ff #litg season 5 #litg fanfic #litg gemma x suresh #litg gemma #exinthevilla #ex in the villa #love island the game: ex in the villa #No other love

[sidneypoindexter]

Brumsy headcanons ?

hell yeah dude

They never actually date each other, Brainy is too anxious and repressed by it. They have this weird relationship that blurs the lines between romantic and platonic.

Re: the previous bullet point- to quote something I said on December 29th, 2021, i ship brainy and clumsy but my headcanons have changed over time and now its like. a not-entirely-romantic-but-also-yes-romantic thing. "we're best friends" they say. the smurf who walked in on them making out yesterday looks into the camera like he's on the office. clumsy starts dating someone else but that doesnt stop him from Totally Platonically kissing and holding hands w brainy and doing other couple things except, no, they're totally platonic so it's not couple things. this may be because of brainy's severe anxiety about romance, and clumsy's obliviousness, and the fact that for a while none of them had any other friends. the two of them are super overtly romantic with each other but brainy's like "okay but this is platonic" and clumsys like "okay brainy my love! whatever u say ^-^"

This isn't really a headcanon but I just wanna say, their relationship is kind of dysfunctional and codependent and not entirely healthy. I used to deny this aspect of their relationship but now I like to explore it, it's more interesting this way. They got that Fionna And Cake ver of Simon and Betty energy. Clumsy does whatever Brainy wants and gives up everything to please Brainy. Brainy is unaware of this and unintentionally takes advantage of Clumsy's giving nature.

To quote something I said on July 24, 2023, I think Brainy and Clumsy should be intimate but not as a euphemism just in like the literal sense like. Yknow. Theyve been best friends for ages, the line between partner and best friend has been blurred, and they're just like. Comfortable around each other. Close and friendly and personal and telling each other things theyd never tell anyone else. Acting like a married couple before they're even dating. Getting ready for bed- "hey clumsy your nightgown is on backwards"- "whoops"- and then clumsy tries to take off his nightgown and gets stuck and brainy has to help him get it off and then back on the right way. they dont give a shit bc at some point it stops mattering. Brainy has nightmares a lot but when he sleeps with Clumsy theyre not as common, bc he lays his head on Clumsy's chest and Clumsy's heartbeat is calming.

My version of Clumsy is taller than Brainy. Brainy will sometimes call him "My little [insert affectionate term here]" and Clumsy will be confused and be like, "But, Brainy, I'm not little! I'm taller than you!"

Clumsy loves saying "I love you" to Brainy. This started because he thought Brainy's flustered reaction to his first "I love you" was adorable, but now he'll take any opportunity to tell Brainy he loves him.

They are literally soulmates.

They became friends at a young age because neither of them really had any other friends.

Brainy writes Clumsy love letters. Clumsy has difficulty reading (I headcanon him as being nearsighted and also having dyslexia) so it's hard for him to read, but he reads the letters anyways. It takes him a while because of said aforementioned nearsightedness and dyslexia, and also because he's easily flustered and keeps having to stop because he gets overwhelmed, but he finishes reading them eventually.

My Smurfs have a weird fae-speech thing where they're simultaneously speaking multiple languages at once, and only other fae can notice this. Everyone else just perceives it as their native language. Anyways, Clumsy calls Brainy "Lulu" as a pet name, which is a shortening of Brainy's French name "Schtroumpf à Lunettes."

#txt #smurfs #brainy smurf #clumsy smurf #brumsy

[verfound]

Sooo... what's Rich Boys Don't Stink?

...so remember the ad for Adrien, the Fragrance? 😂 This one is partially because of that and partially because our current building has no air, and summers at work are awful, and Luka rides a bike delivering pizza look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't sweat/stink.

I don't have actual fic, just a summary/notes of where I was going. 😂

I have the Girl Squad meeting at the Liberty to plot the latest Adrienette Matchmaking Scheme. It's in the middle of a heatwave, and they go to the boat bc the river's cooler. Except they're still waiting on Marinette to get there & they don't know Dingo's also there waiting for Luka.

And Alya read this article about pheramones/Teen Boy Sweat & has some bogus bs plan about using that to finally get Adrienette together, and "Rose tell them I'm right it's SCIENCE", but Alix snarks about how Adrien doesn't sweat (and if he does it probably smells like Adrien, the Fragrance”), which is around when Dingo's like "yeah don't trust a guy who don't sweat" bc he can't listen to this crap anymore.

Which leads to Dingo getting into a fight with Alya about the matchmaking, and Alya is insistent, but even the other girls are like "but she doesn't seem interested in Adrien anymore?" But Alya is her best friend & Knows, right?

Anyway. What Alya doesn't know is that Mari's late bc all week she's been meeting up with Luka while he's making his deliveries to bring him cold water. And I'm thinking Mari & Lu arrive back at the boat together (maybe she met him at work and he gives her a ride back so they can hang?), but the others hear them laughing/Mari shrieking before M/L realize they're there. Bc she dumps water on his head & he shakes it off on her like a dog & they're just being disgustingly cute. And Dingo just smirks at Alya & tells her what Mari's been doing, bc it's hot & Lulu's a growing boy & he's Thirsty.

And it all ends with Luka & Mari kissing & Alya losing her gorram mind & Dingo going, "I knew this & you didn't does that make me more of her best friend than you?"

#wip ask game #wip asks jan 23 #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #dingo king #alya cesaire #girl squad #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #dingo files #luka stinks that's how you know you can trust him #I was about to tag this 'sweaty boys' but I'm honestly afraid of where that tag will take us 😂

[rinbowaman]

hii and welcome to another episode of nik and rei’s talk shows….anyways

DUDE my boy heeseung is BOLD AFFF right from the start when he put his hand on her kneecap like …. last chapter it was heejeong and now my boy heeseung here is the one getting bold af and advancing with his moves hmmm mkay

“What do you want? Baby….sis?” that pause between baby and sis BRUV I KNEW IT bet he wanted to take off that sis in his sentence sooo bad I swear

“Night sweet thing.” HEE YOU BETTER STOP IT WITH THESE GODDAMN NICKNAMES-

also can I just say the way you described what we were wearing for the wedding oml 😌 got me feelin like a princess and shi 🤭 ANW

that inserted pic of heejeong with his handsome ass blonde hair and heeseung with mfing black hair TF REI DO YOU WANT ME TO HYPERVENTILATE?? GODDDD

“You would look so pretty in a wedding dress.” …..mhm okay respectfully back off 😊✋ propose first will ya? we’re five chapters in and heebros are already thinking abt marrying us REIII BIATCHH

also…KURT ahhh my mannn he seems like a sweet and cute boy good job reina

“are you two dating?” to which you nodded. WHOAA OKAY WE’RE MOVING FAAAASSSSTTTT

“Hi there, I’m Kurt.” oh shit bro 😭😭😭

I can feel the intense tension and heat in that scene oh my days sorry kurt

“Wow, twins huh? My cousin just gave birth to twins.” our innocent kurt…prayin for you 🙏🏻🙏🏻

also UHM FIRST KISS IN THE CAR SHIITT WE GETTIN SOME ACTION 😮‍💨😮‍💨

reina this end part…..

HOLYYY GODDAMNN SHIT THAT ENDING PART HEESEUNG YOU ARE FUCKINNN BOLDDDDD AFFFFFFFFF

five chapters in and heeseung has already had enough oh my, poor bae

BUT LITERALLY THO HELP WHAT THE HELL 🔥🔥🔥

THIS IS SO MFING HOT IM SORRY I CAN FEEL THE HEAT EMITTING FROM THE SCREEN WHOOOOO IM SWEATING

“Let me fix it." oh we’re fuuuuuucked.

and that cliffhanger rei the loml SERIOUSLY WHY YOU GOTTA DO THIS TO ME 😭😭🫵🫵

dude this might be my favorite chapter out of the five my gosh the writing in this 🤌🏻🤌🏻

this is a long reaction sorry bb 🥲

LOOOVVVVEEEEDDDD ITTTTTT

mwa mwa 💕

I LOVE THIS!!!!!! lol!!!

yeah heebros aren't happy with mah girl y/n, so...yeah....heeseung gets first dibs i guess lol. but man..you right, he's bold af....."let me fix it"

"let me beat and say sorry to it with my tongue." ?????? whooooooooooooooooa! man is hot for her..like he's down bad. golly!

i bet i can tell which part was your favorite ;) lol. and you know just how much i love cliffhangers, but dont worry....bc i'm going to more than make up for it next chapter....oh good lord girl...you thought this was fire.....guess again. yo...even chapter 7......oh good god....you gonna be in for it. dude i can't get over the last quote for heeseung, i actually read it somewhere before a long time ago...or it was something similar to it and i just remembered it last minute and was like "yeah...that's going to fit in nicely" .....i underestimated that damn saying bc that shit brought out Lulu....now we all delulu. (someone put lulu back in her cage...NOW) but you know mah girl y/n...she's caving in. she wants it just as bad, she just in denial, but heeseung right there about to "fix it" .....and trust me....he fixes her good.

#heeseung smut #enha x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung fanfic #enhypen yandere #yandere enhypen #yandere heeseung #heeseung yandere

[callmewrinkles3]

Besties, you see the shower things from his road trip? (Moment if silence for us to wipe our droll). Does this road trip happen and is it a family one? Anyway, still losing my mind over this shower content. Why is he so gorgeous???

Dear Katie you came here looking for a happy answer and it won’t be the one I’ll be giving you lol. Also first thing first he is gorgeous and i want him for Christmas 🙇🏻‍♀️

Anyway about the trip, Em doesn’t go. She’s a city girl, she’s not into camping and all that. She did it twice with Dan - one because Charlie and Blake were going and once cause he convinced her - but that’s it. Em wouldn’t let him turn it into a family trip because it was a work thing, he needs time off with his mates. Besides, it was planned before they even knew she was pregnant. Dan wouldn’t drag his wife into such a long trip while being pregnant, knowing she wouldn’t be able to do half of the things and how she was gonna uncomfortable.

The problem is they have only ever spent one night apart since Em came back in 2022, when she went with Blake for a night to cheer on Scotty at the X Games. Other than that they’ve only had a couple of hours apart and they knew that after Austin they weren’t going to see each other for weeks. They called it practice for being apart for so kind but in reality it was a nightmare. Dan was worried all the time. He didn’t have great phone signal so when his phone finally beeped he was terrified what the messages would say. That something was wrong with her or Lulu. Plus not having her around felt weird and wrong.

It was even worse for Em tho. She has her little routines. She makes Dan his tea every single night, she gets to read her books while he watches sports or some ridiculous movie that’s too ridiculous and American for her to find it funny. Since they found out about the pregnancy Dan talks to Lulu every single night. Dan sleeps with her head on his chest because his heartbeat - and his snores because she’s too in love lol - are her white noise. She wakes up with Dan kisses and cuddles every morning. He’s the one who knows what to do when the nightmares hit. He knows how to calm her down when her heart starts racing too much.

She thought she was gonna be fine, she stayed with Grace and Joe and Blake was all the time with her while Charlie was working, then both of them will be her shadow. But this is a woman with C-PTSD after years of negligence from her parents. She’s been working on it for months with her therapist Mildred, her psychiatrist and Charlie, but its hard. Mix that with her abandonment issues, pregnancy hormones and the memories of the last time she was alone and pregnant? Its a bad mix. There was nightmares, admitting to her in laws about her mental health and what was going on, and an amount of tears that was terrifying.

It took a village of Aussies looking after her and making her understand she wasn’t alone. It took an emergency session with Mildred because the flashbacks of Liverpool were too bad, even if the situation was completely different. It took an incredible amount of love and cuddles. She didn’t let anyone call Dan to tell him tho, not even in the worst night. She smiled through every call, even yelled at him for swimming with sharks. Dan could feel in his guts something was wrong, but he knew if nobody called him then it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t until he was back home that Joe sat with him while Em napped and explained what happened. It really broke everyone’s hearts. It was really the reason why Charlie decides to move with her while the boys were going to be away for the last couple of races.

#katie tag