#i seriously don’t know if i should keep with this thread…

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95/365 days of maya bishop

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Finally

Pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: lando’s girlfriend finally graduates from college and comes along on for this amazing season

a/n: well…this didn’t start out as a girlfriend piece…but it got away from me and did like 12 different 180° that never quite led back to the same direction…

a/n2: what a season! 2024 was my first season as an f1 fan and wow!! It was crazy and wild and wonderful and enough for it to gain another lifelong fan

a/n3: fuck McLaren but congrats to Lando and Oscar

How He Got The Girl

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papaya_girl: gotta soak up all the time with him as i can since he’s gonna leave me all alone to go…let me check…do his job?? Idk what that’s all about

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user1: you’re just checking off the boyfriend date list aren’t you??

↳user2: no but for real…an aquarium date, home cooking, beach date, and an art exhibit?

↳user1: be real landonorris did you just google good date ideas?

oscarpiastri: you trust him to cook??

↳papaya_girl: i was supervising very closely

↳oscarpiastri: still…

↳landonorris: oi! Have a little faith

↳oscarpiastri: I’ve seen you burn water trying to make insta noodles

↳papaya_girl: oh good lord

↳landonorris: that was ONE TIME

↳oscarpiastri: it was not.

↳papaya_girl: lando…

user3: god to be them… I wouldn’t leave you alone like this!

landonorris: easy solution! Drop out of school and come with me!

↳papaya_girl: no!

↳landonorris: but then we wouldn’t be apart anymore!

↳maxfewtrell: don’t listen to him. One of you has to be educated

↳landonorris: oi!

↳papaya_girl: 😂😂

user4: i saw them! I was the one to take that picture of them at the Van Gogh exhibit!

↳user5: seriously!

↳papaya_girl: thank you for sending it to me! You’ve got an eye for good photos

↳user4: oh my god thank you!!

↳landonorris: all photos of you are amazing because they have you in them!

↳papaya_girl: cheesy

↳user4: ok you’re both stunning but on my comment thread?

alex_albon: you can keep him? I don’t think mclaren actually need him tbh

↳landonorris: HEY!

↳mclaren: sorry papaya_girl but it’s our turn with him now

↳papaya_girl: …I guess I can loan him out for a couple of weeks but you gotta feed him and let him get his exercise and come summer he’s mine again!

↳mclaren: pinky promise!

↳landonorris: WHAT?? This makes me sound like I’m a dog!!!

↳mclaren: we got your briefing packet and we’ll follow it to a T

↳landonorris: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? papaya_girl?? mclaren???

↳papaya_girl: I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this…

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papaya_girl: I’m unloved... Carelessly I’ve been abandoned…when will I find someone who loves me like that one guy loves his orange car…

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user6: god i volunteer

↳landonorris: nope! Try again

landonorris: I didn’t abandon you! Say the word and I’ll have plane tickets and an uber waiting for you

↳papaya_girl: I’ve never been so alone…it’s like I can hear his voice still…

↳oscarpiastri: that’s a haunting if I ever heard of one. You should call someone about that

↳landonorris: stop telling people i abandoned you! Or letting people think I’ve died!

↳papaya_girl: it’s like he’s still here, with me…

↳user7: girl I think you might be stressing Lando into an early heart attack

↳landonorris: SHE IS

user8: yes yes yes, you’ve been abandoned and left alone but girl…1) what are you studying and 2) your handwriting is so pretty!

↳papaya_girl: well I’m conflicted on answering cause on one hand you are minimizing my trauma but on the other hand that’s a nice compliment…

↳user9: (respectfully??)

↳papaya_girl: I guess that works… creative writing!

↳user10: damn…pretty and smart

↳papaya_girl: you know it!

↳landonorris: AND ALL MINE! BACK OFF 🤺🤺🤺

alex_albon: we wouldn’t abandon you papaya_girl

↳lilymhe: no we wouldn’t! We’ve got 2 hands for a reason

↳papaya_girl: packing my bags literally right now

↳landonorris: NO! BACK! OFF!! SHES MINE

↳papaya_girl: there it is again! His voice haunts me…

↳landonorris: I’m literally breaking down right now

maxverstappen1: I know some people. I can introduce you if you’d like?

↳papaya_girl: I’ll think about it!

↳landonorris: I’m going to run you over maxverstappen1. Stop trying to steal my girlfriend

↳maxverstappen1: mclaren you seeing this?

↳mclaren: 🧐🧐🧐

↳landonorris: THEY KEEP TRYING TO TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND

↳mclaren: don’t worry max, he’s got pr training scheduled in the morning

↳landonorris: I do??

↳mclaren: yup!

↳landonorris: fuck

↳maxverstappen1: 😂😂

user11: dude can’t catch a break…his girlfriend thinks he’s gone and his friends are helping her move on…

↳landonorris: THERE! WILL! BE! NO! MOVING! ON!!

↳landonorris: IM! NOT! DEAD! OR! GONE!!

↳user11: …ok there dude. Take a deep breath…

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landonorris: SHES DONE! AND NOW SHES MINE!!

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user12: omg congrats!

↳user13: man oh man i know that feeling all too well

oscarpiastri: congrats papaya_girl! Now hurry up and join us — I can’t stand his moping anymore

↳landonorris: you muppet! I don’t mope!

↳papaya_girl: you don’t miss me??? 🥺🥺🥺

↳landonorris: of course I do!

↳oscarpiastri: so you do mope

↳papaya_girl: awwww

↳landonorris: you’re not allowed to gang up on me yet! You’re not even here!

↳papaya_girl: soon! I’ve just got a couple of things to wrap up before I leave!

↳landonorris: what??

↳papaya_girl: sorry baby

user14: season of graduates!

↳user15: woohoo!

↳papaya_girl: we did it! 🎉🥳

↳user15: yay!

↳user14: it was definitely iffy for a while there…

↳papaya_girl: you know it 😭

alex_albon: you mean we have to wait even longer before lando stops moping???

↳landonorris: I DONT MOPE. LEAVE ME ALONE

↳alex_albon: dude you mope like crazy

↳landonorris: no I don’t!

↳alex_albon: you do

↳oscarpiastri: you do

↳lilymhe: you do

↳charles_leclerc: you do

↳maxfewtrell: you do

↳maxverstappen1: you do

↳carlossainz55: you do

↳mclaren: you do

↳papaya_girl: you do 🤭🥰

user16: did lando really fly out in the middle of a triple header just to watch his girl graduate??

↳oscarpiastri: he made it very clear he wasn’t going to miss it…especially when it got moved to a Tuesday for some reason

↳papaya_girl: gotta love faulty plumbing I guess

↳oscarpiastri: if you say so…

↳landonorris: and me??

↳oscarpiastri: what?

↳landonorris: not you. papaya_girl??

↳papaya_girl: yes I love you too

↳landonorris: 🥰😍🥰😍🥰🥰😍🥰🥰😍😍🥰

↳papaya_girl: 😘🧡

↳user16: oh he’s down bad…

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papaya_girl: thanks to mclaren for giving my boyfriend another round of pr training! And thanks to Oscar for stealing his phone!

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user17: did you get mclaren to give him pr training just so you could secretly travel to meet up with him?

↳papaya_girl: yup!

↳user17: iconic

oscarpiastri: gotta admit — it was hard getting that phone away from him. He had a damn grip on it

↳papaya_girl: he always does!

↳papaya_girl: and it might have been partly my fault? I was texting him at the time…

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑😑

↳papaya_girl: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

↳oscarpiastri: need I remind you this was your plan?

↳papaya_girl: so I love texting my boyfriend…sue me

↳oscarpiastri: 🙄🙄

user18: god I’m so so so ready for papaya_girl track fits…

↳user20: I’m ready for the nonstop videos of them just 😍😍😍 at each other while ignoring everyone around them

↳papaya_girl: ok let’s roll it back a little…

↳user18: oops

↳papaya_girl: my fits will be comfortable and I do Not ignore other people while with lando

↳papaya_girl: I just have eyes for lando only

↳user20: iconic

↳user18: oh mood

↳papaya_girl: uhhh back off? He’s mine

alex_albon: oh thank god I don’t know how many more times I could listen to him moping and missing you

↳carlossainz55: you thought you had it bad??

↳oscarpiastri: oh I’ll beat you both in this fight

↳maxfewtrell: really?

mclaren: anything for you girl!

↳papaya_girl: 😘🧡💋

↳mclaren: ☺️☺️☺️

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papaya_girl: omg i forgot how much orange is not my color…

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user21: oh my god did you see lando when she appeared from around the corner???

↳user22: ohhhh the way he just slammed on the brakes and stared at her…

↳user21: their run towards one another is gonna be a staple on booktok for years!

↳user23: she’s stronger than me cause if my man looked at me like that he would NOT be going on to media duties afterwards…

↳user21: oh that’s a mood

user24: the way he dragged her around on his media duties…😍😍

↳user25: ok you say he dragged her but 100% she had the same tight ass grip on his hand

↳user24: oh yeah no — no one was gonna get her to leave his side today

↳papaya_girl: they were not!

landonorris: it’s papaya love and you look amazing in it! Especially when it’s got the #4 on it!

↳papaya_girl: ok I know you’re trying to be sweet but ORANGE is not my color and not even your number is enough to save it

↳landonorris: 🥺🥺🥺

↳papaya_girl: oh don’t worry baby I’ll still wear your number but it’ll be in a nice cool black

↳landonorris: good! Let everyone know you’re mine

↳papaya_girl: always baby

↳landonorris: 🥰🥰🥰

↳oscarpiastri: this is what I have to look forward to now isn’t it?

↳danielricciardo: from experience? Yes

↳carlossainz55: all the time. You won’t be able to get away from it

↳landonorris: you muppets! Go away

user26: god I need me a man that looks at me the way Lando looks at his girl…

↳user27: yeeesss

↳papaya_girl: never settle for anything less!

↳user26: got it 🫡

↳papaya_girl: but also return that sediment — don’t let him carry the entire relationship

↳user27: yes ma’am 🫡

mclaren: 🥺

↳papaya_girl: admin i love you but orange is not it

↳mclaren: 😢

↳papaya_girl: sorry not sorry

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papaya_girl: HE DIDIT!! MY BOY IS A RACE WINNER! P1 BABY!!!!!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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user28: GO LANDO!!

↳user29: Nowins no longer!

oscarpiastri: congrats man! Fantastic drive!

↳papaya_girl: MY BOU IS ARACE WINNER NKW!!!

↳oscarpiastri: I know. I was there. I’m still there in fact

↳papaya_girl: HE DID ITTTTT!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

↳user30: girl is going through it too 😂

user31: that’s our man!!! Woohoo!!

↳papaya_girl: MY MAN ONLY! MY RACE WJNNER!!! BACK OFF 🤺🤺🤺

↳user31: backing off 😂😂 congrats Lando!!

↳papaya_girl: P1!!!!!!!

maxverstappen1: phenomenal drive today man!

↳papaya_girl: P1!!! MY MAN LANDO!!

↳maxverstappen1: yes he did get p1 😂

charles_leclerc: glad to share the podium with you today lando!

↳papaya_girl: HES ON TOP LIKE HE DESERVES!!!

carlossainz55: knew you could do it! ¡Felicidades!

↳papaya_girl: HE DID IT!!

landonorris: P1!!! I FUCKING DID IT!

↳papaya_girl: YOU DID IT LOVE

↳landonorris: couldn’t have done it without you love

↳papaya_girl: YOU ABSOLUTELY COULD HAVE BUT DAMN AM I GLAD TO BE HERE FOR IT!!

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papaya_girl: P2 or P20, you’re P1 in my heart 🧡

But for real, my love, it’s been something else to be able to watch you race week after week and there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be! June is over and next is Silverstone!

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landonorris: that’s so cheesy

↳papaya_girl: I could always leave to start my masters program early??

↳landonorris: nope! I’m gonna handcuff you to me so you can never leave me again

↳papaya_girl: well that’s kinky

↳landonorris: …that’s not a no!

↳maxfewtrell: it is from me. Keep that shit to yourselves!

↳papaya_girl: just say you’re jealous he’s mine and move on

↳landonorris: 🧡🧡

oscarpiastri: fantastic first half of the season so far Lando! We’ll keep pushing

↳landonorris: you know it!

↳papaya_girl: congrats to you too osc on the amazing season so far!

↳oscarpiastri: thanks papaya_girl

user32: GO LANDO!!

↳papaya_girl: WOOHOO!

↳user33: Will you let him know how many fans are supporting him this season??

↳papaya_girl: he absolutely knows but I’ll be sure to tell him again!

↳user32: thank you!

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papaya_girl: Congratulations Lewis on your historic win today — Phenomenal race! I was glad I was here to see it 🧡

And congrats to my love on P2!

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user34: it was great to watch!

↳user35: god I’ve missed him on the top step…

↳user34: oh my god same

landonorris: but what about me??

↳papaya_girl: 1) sorry but are you 7 time world champion Lewis Hamilton?

↳landonorris: …I guess not 🥺🥺🥺

↳papaya_girl: 2) scroll through the rest of my page?? It’s literally a digital shrine to you

↳landonorris: it is!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

↳oscarpiastri: oh boy…

↳papaya_girl: I know

↳user36: we don’t! Share with the class please

↳papaya_girl: instead of mopey now he’ll be all cheery and lovey

↳landonorris: yes!!! 🥰😍🧡

↳user37: I mean if you don’t want him…

↳papaya_girl: Back! 🤺 Off! 🤺 He’s! 🤺 Mine! 🤺

lewishamilton: thank you papaya_girl

↳papaya_girl: oh my god Lewis Hamilton replied to me!

↳landonorris: you never act like with me???

↳landonorris: 🥺🥺🥺

↳papaya_girl: sorry but are you 7 time world champion Lewis Hamilton?

↳maxverstappen1: 😂😂😂

charles_leclerc: congrats Lewis!

user38: god I can’t imagine…how ungrateful she is, leaving her boyfriend to be an afterthought???

↳user39: right??? Like almost an entire post dedicated to one of his competitors and he’s just an afterthought

↳papaya_girl: stay crying about it! Lando knows how much he means to me

↳papaya_girl: and believe me — he knows how incredible I thought he was today 🥵😉🤤

↳landonorris: my girl!!

↳user40: the embodiment of “I’ve got your flower baby”

carlossainz55: ¡Felicidades!

georgerussell63: great race Lewis! Great push today — let’s keep the momentum going!

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papaya_girl: A difficult day today but I’m so so so proud of you my love — best believe this good karma will come around again.

And congratulations to Oscar on his first race win!! 2 orange boys getting their first wins this season!!

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user41: lowkey difficult to listen to but I did like watching these boys win

↳user42: oh I know. I was stressing and yelling at the tv. My family kept telling me to calm down

oscarpiastri: thanks papaya_girl. And thanks again for the drinks and the congrats cupcake 🧁

↳landonorris: you got a cupcake for your win?? papaya_girl where was mine???

↳papaya_girl: be so for real right now

↳landonorris: I want a cupcake!!

↳papaya_girl: you want a cupcake?? Over the best head of your life??

↳oscarpiastri: ok. I’m gonna shut down this conversation right now

↳papaya_girl: real quick — on the record he wants a cupcake more than sex

↳landonorris: ok let’s not go that far

↳oscarpiastri: let’s not go anywhere. Stop.

user43: mclaren I am in your walls and when I catch you…

↳user44: I know a guy

↳papaya_girl: mildly concerned right now, not gonna lie

↳user44: …he’s a nice guy??

↳papaya_girl: not the vibes I’m getting! Hope this helps

↳user43: 😂😂

landonorris: it papaya!! It’s literally in your name right now!!

↳papaya_girl: it’s still ugly! And not my color!

lewishamilton: great race guys 🖤

↳papaya_girl: oh my god he’s replying to me again 😍😍

↳landonorris: he was congratulating me!!

↳papaya_girl: but he was replying to me!

↳lewishamilton:😂

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papaya_girl: this has been such a whirlwind year my love — I’m glad that we were able to take a few weeks to ourselves (and to Taylor Swift) to relax and decompress.

Now onto the second half of the season!!

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landonorris: this past few weeks have been some of the best of my life baby and it all has to do with you. Best decision I ever made was to ask you out 🧡🧡

↳papaya_girl: awwwww 🥰🥰🥰 easiest yes of my life (ignoring how fast I said yes when you asked if I wanted to go to the eras tour…)

↳landonorris: yes I’m aware I come second to Taylor Swift

↳papaya_girl: noooooooo you’re my favorite person ever (but like if she asked??)

↳landonorris: 🙄🙄🙄 (I get it)

landonorris: and I promise you I’ll make you proud this upcoming second half

↳papaya_girl: my love…

↳papaya_girl: you already do.

↳papaya_girl: I can’t put into words how proud I already am of you

↳papaya_girl: you make me proud every time you get into that car and chase your dreams

↳papaya_girl: I’m never not proud of you

↳landonorris: 🥹😭

↳landonorris: brb gonna go cry my eyes out right now

↳papaya_girl: nooooo come back and let’s cuddle

↳landonorris: …ok 🥺🥺🥺

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papaya_girl: OH! MY! GOD! CONGRATULATIONS!! AGAIN!! CAUSE MY LOVE??? YOU’RE A 2 TIME F1 RACE WINNER!!!

It’s been the time of my life watching you this year and to see the first 2 (of many!) of your wins have been some of the best moments of my life.

Congratulations my love — you deserve this and so much more

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user48: OH MY GOD I WAS THERE AND IT WAS INSANE

↳user49: oh my god I bet…Lestappen post race we’re going through it

↳user48: god it was so so so good seeing him too step again

↳papaya_girl: it so so was

oscarpiastri: congrats man! Sad it wasn’t a double podium but great drive today

↳landonorris: oh mclaren 1-2s aren’t over yet!

↳papaya_girl: THEY BETTER NOT BE

↳papaya_girl: YOU GOTTA BE ON TOP MORE OFTEN

↳oscarpiastri: …again??? On my comment thread? TMI guys

↳papaya_girl: totally not what I meant but now that you mention it…Lando meet me in your drivers room, 5 minutes

↳landonorris: 🏃🏻‍♂️💨💨💨

↳oscarpiastri: SERIOUSLY???

user50: is this…is this how max fan’s felt like last year?

↳user51: as a max fan…yes it was. I want it back!

↳papaya_girl: not if we can help it! LN supremacy forever!

↳landonorris: you know it!

↳user50: and if we say LN1??

↳papaya_girl: I’d say you can see the future! 🧡🧡

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papaya_girl: and the 3rd time is definitely the charm! And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name

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user52: I was definitely one of them!

↳user54: god what i would have given to have been there…

↳user52: it was just…amazing

maxfewtrell: congrats man!

↳landonorris: thanks man! Glad you were here to see it!

↳papaya_girl: he did it again!!

↳landonorris: I did!!

↳papaya_girl: so proud of you baby!

↳maxfewtrell: do you just traumatize everyone on their comment threads then?

↳oscarpiastri: yes

↳papaya_girl: hey! It’s my post!

↳landonorris: oi!

user55: congrats lando!

maxverstappen1: i think this calls for a celebration! And the winner buys yeah?

↳charles_leclerc: absolutely!

↳alex_albon: oh we’re down!

↳georgerussell63: sounds good!

↳oscarpiastri: that’s a plan

↳carlossainz55: si!

↳landonorris: you muppets! I won so you should be buying ME drinks!

↳maxverstappen1: that’s not what you’ve been saying these past few years…

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papaya_girl: Carlos…you can’t have him. Lando is MY man, MY love

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carlossainz55: sorry not sorry but you’ll never understand our bond

↳papaya_girl: he was mine FIRST! BSCK OFF

↳carlossainz55: De repente no entiendo ingles

↳papaya_girl: 🤺🤺🤺

↳landonorris: 🥰🧡🧡🧡🧡

user56: carlando is back!

↳papaya_girl: it is not!!

↳carlossainz55: that’s not what everyone is saying

↳papaya_girl: back off you Spanish fuck 🤺🤺

↳carlossainz55: 🤺🤺🤛🏼🤛🏼

↳landonorris: ok ok ok. Let’s just all stop and think about our actions

↳user56: mom help me the girls are fighting

user57: according to the pictures, carlando sat next to each other at their dinner while the wags were relegated to the other side of the table…

↳user58: ouch…

↳papaya_girl: we might have been on the other side of the table but lando is gonna be on the other side of the bed

↳iamrebeccad: same

↳landonorris: WHAT??? NO???

↳carlossainz55: what??

↳papaya_girl: play stupid games win stupid prizes

↳iamrebeccad: ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻

↳carlossainz55: …well…

↳papaya_girl: 😑😑😑

↳landonorris: best not

↳papaya_girl: good answer

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papaya_girl: Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?

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user59: I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am to see the return of mushy romantic Lando

↳user60: that was my exact thoughts as well…after this entire season so far, I’m so glad that he’s got somewhere safe to go

↳papaya_girl: he always will

↳user60: good!

landonorris: I've loved you for far more then three summers now, baby, but I want 'em all

↳papaya_girl: you’ll have all my summers my love

↳landonorris: and your falls?

↳papaya_girl: springs and winters too.

↳landonorris: good 🥹🥰

↳papaya_girl: 😘🧡💋

↳landonorris: 🥰🥰🥰🧡🧡🧡

user61: ahhh the return of being called single over and over and over

↳user62: right?

maxfewtrell: he got you in the gym?

↳papaya_girl: i was physically in the gym

↳landonorris: she sat and took pictures of me while singing to Taylor

↳papaya_girl: as a good girlfriend would!

↳maxfewtrell: yeah that sounds about right!

↳papaya_girl: hey!

↳landonorris: 🤣🤣

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papaya_girl: Vegas your lights shine so beautifully but I think I’ve been blinded by his eyes

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user63: I think we have an aspiring poet on our hands

↳user64: no but i understand her. That fourth picture…can you say new wallpaper???

landonorris: permission to be cheesy?

↳papaya_girl: since when do you ever ask??

↳landonorris: “It's a beautiful night, we're lookin' for somethin' dumb to do. Hey, baby, I think I wanna marry you”

↳papaya_girl: LANDO NORRIS IF THIS IS AN ACTUAL PROPOSAL IM STEALING YOUR CAR AND RUNNJNG YOU OVER!!!

↳landonorris: woah

↳papaya_girl: we are NOT getting married in Vegas!!

↳papaya_girl: and you better have a better proposal plan then INSTAGRAM COMMENTS

↳landonorris: 📝📝📝

↳user65: …the whiplash I just suffered

↳papaya_girl: SAME

↳maxfewtrell: I think he managed to give everyone a heart attack

↳papaya_girl: he’s already fielding calls from his mother and sisters

↳maxfewtrell: probably serves him right

↳papaya_girl: it does!!

↳landonorris: THEY KEEP CALLING ME

↳papaya_girl: YOU PROPOSED THROUGH INSTAGRAM AND WANTED TK GET MARRIED IN VEGAS

↳landonorris: yeah ok

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papaya_girl: Lando, my love…I think today really showed what kind of driver you are. A time penalty that put you in last and you still managed to end up in the points…

1 more to go.

congrats on third Oscar!

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landonorris: I only did so well cause I knew you were watching

↳papaya_girl: no. You did so well today because you are a fantastic driver and good things (WDC and WCC things) are coming your way. Today had nothing to do with me — it was all you 😍🧡

↳landonorris: it was a little bit you but thank you babe 🧡

oscarpiastri: thanks papaya_girl

↳oscarpiastri: and congrats lando! Fantastic drive there

↳landonorris: thanks man

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papaya_girl: 4 wins for my favorite #4!! I know I’ve said it again and again this year but Lando Norris it has been the best year of my life being able to follow you around and watch you live your dream. What a year… congratulations my love

Congratulations too to Oscar on your WCC!

(PS I think I might need to look for a boyfriend that looks at me the way that Lando looks at Carlos…)

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user66: …what on earth is happening in that 5th photo???

↳papaya_girl: if you figure it out, will you let me know?

carlossainz55: I told you you wouldn’t understand our bond papaya_girl

↳papaya_girl: 🖕🏻

↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣

↳landonorris: no no no baby let’s not do this

↳papaya_girl: fine

↳carlossainz55: fine

↳papaya_girl: he was very clearly talking to me!! His girlfriend!!

↳carlossainz55: if that’s what you want to think 🤔

↳papaya_girl: landonorris???

↳landonorris: ummmm…🏃🏻‍♂️💨💨💨

landonorris: you want to replace me🥺🥺🥺

↳papaya_girl: if you don’t stop giving heart eyes to that Spanish fucker…

↳carlossainz55: ha!

↳landonorris: baby (papaya_girl) you’re the only one for me

↳landonorris: and you have even been Mrs Norris by now if you had just said yes!

↳papaya_girl: again!! Not through instagram!

↳papaya_girl: and I’ll have to hyphenate…I can’t have the same name as the cat from Harry Potter…

↳landonorris: oi! You muppet!

↳papaya_girl: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

↳papaya_girl: your muppet though?

↳landonorris: always

↳carlossainz55: you used to say that to me

↳papaya_girl: go away

oscarpiastri: congrats mate! WCC this year WDC next year?

↳landonorris: you know it!

↳papaya_girl: you win a WDC at or before Vegas and I’ll say yes the next time you ask

↳landonorris: YES. ABSOLUTELY. IF YOURE LYING TO ME ILL START CRYIGN

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭

❝ i’m fine. just... blurry. ❞

❝ how long have i been awake? ❞

❝ i’m not even tired anymore. that’s the scary part. ❞

❝ sorry, what were you saying? i spaced out. ❞

❝ do my eyes look as bad as they feel? ❞

❝ i swear i just blinked. was that a nap? ❞

❝ i think my thoughts are melting. ❞

❝ caffeine is basically my blood type at this point. ❞

❝ i can’t tell if i’m hallucinating or dreaming with my eyes open. ❞

❝ i should sleep. but if i stop, i’m afraid i won’t start again. ❞

❝ don’t let me fall asleep here. seriously. ❞

❝ i’m running on fumes and bad decisions. ❞

❝ every time i close my eyes, it feels like i’m falling. ❞

❝ i forgot what rested feels like. ❞

❝ if i sleep, i’ll miss everything. ❞

❝ i’m too tired to be mad… so congrats, i guess. ❞

❝ i can’t think straight. not with this fog in my head. ❞

❝ my body’s here, but the rest of me checked out hours ago. ❞

❝ sleep is a luxury i can’t afford right now. ❞

❝ i think i’m dreaming. wait... am i dreaming? ❞

❝ my nightmares are waiting for me. i’d rather stay awake. ❞

❝ i need to rest, but resting feels like surrender. ❞

❝ there’s no peace when i close my eyes. ❞

❝ i’m scared to sleep. i’m scared of what’s waiting in the dark. ❞

❝ i can’t stop. if i do, everything falls apart. ❞

❝ don’t ask if i’m okay—just lie with me for a little while. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean to snap. i’m just... so tired. ❞

❝ sleep doesn’t help anymore. it just delays the crash. ❞

❝ the world feels louder when you haven’t slept. ❞

❝ i’m unraveling, thread by thread. ❞

❝ every second awake feels like it’s clawing at my brain. ❞

❝ i’m afraid if i close my eyes, you’ll be gone when i wake up. ❞

❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞

❝ this isn’t living, this is drifting. ❞

❝ sometimes being awake hurts less than the dreams. ❞

❝ i don’t know if i’m tired or if i’m just... done. ❞

❝ my thoughts keep looping like a broken record. ❞

❝ i keep thinking maybe i’ll rest when it’s all over. ❞

❝ i can’t sleep. not when you’re still hurting. ❞

❝ i keep waiting for morning, but it never comes. ❞

❝ my body aches like grief. ❞

❝ i’m holding on. barely. ❞

❝ i’m so tired, i forgot why i started this. ❞

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.🫗 ݁˖ ꒰ who's that guy? ꒱ ──── ft. enhypen ( 엔하이픈 )

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| LEE HEESEUNG ( 이희승 )

You’re sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through your phone, when your phone starts pinging—one notification, then another, and another. Your eyes glance down at the screen, noticing that it’s all from the same person. You don’t recognize the number, but the messages keep coming in.

You quickly swipe through the texts, replying back as you go, all while trying to maintain a casual air. But then you feel Heeseung’s gaze on you. You glance up, and there he is, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, his attention more focused than you expected.

Another text pops up, followed by another.

Heeseung shifts next to you, draping his arm lazily over the back of the couch, his body just a little too close for comfort.

“Someone’s busy today,” he remarks, his tone light but with an edge of something... sharper.

You try not to look at him too much, but there’s something about his expression that catches your attention. You glance back at your phone, trying to stay focused. “Just a friend,” you say, your voice steady, though you can’t help but feel the tension creeping in.

“A friend, huh?” Heeseung leans in a little, making it obvious he’s now watching you, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. “Seems like this ‘friend’ is texting you a lot.”

You glance over at him, your stomach doing a little flip. You laugh nervously, trying to brush it off. “It’s nothing. Just catching up.”

Heeseung doesn’t look convinced. “Uh-huh. Catching up.” He pulls your phone from your hand before you can react, and you try to grab it back, but he holds it just out of reach, scrolling through the texts. His eyes flicker back to you, and there’s that familiar, playful pout on his lips.

“You’re texting them a lot,” he mutters, almost too seriously. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, but why does it seem like this person’s texting you more than I do?”

You feel the heat rise to your face, your heartbeat picking up as you try to explain. “It’s no big deal, Heeseung. It’s just friendly conversation.”

But Heeseung isn’t hearing it. He leans in closer, wrapping his arm around your waist now, pulling you even closer. “I don’t know... Seems like someone’s trying to steal my attention. Not on my watch.”

You shake your head, trying to stay calm but feeling a little flustered. “You’re being a little dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” Heeseung’s voice rises, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m just making sure I’m still your number one.”

You roll your eyes but smile despite yourself. “Okay, okay. You’re my number one. But I can still text my friends, right?”

Heeseung smirks, holding your phone up and clicking on the message thread one last time. “We’ll see about that,” he teases, scanning the messages quickly before he shows you the screen. “‘We should hang out sometime,’ huh? Are you sure this is just a friend?”

You gasp, reaching for your phone, but he pulls it away just out of your reach, his grin widening. “What’s going on here, huh? Planning a little hangout without me?”

“Stop being silly!” You laugh, grabbing for the phone again, but he dodges you playfully.

“Not until I get some reassurance,” Heeseung teases, his tone light but there’s something in his eyes that says he’s genuinely a little insecure. He pulls your phone closer to his chest, before handing it back to you with a satisfied grin. “Alright, I’ll let you off the hook for now. But next time, let me know when someone’s this interested in you.”

You can’t help but chuckle, your heart softening. “I’ll tell them you’re my number one,” you say, showing him the phone where you’ve already sent a message back to your friend:

“Sorry, can’t hang out today. Heeseung’s being a little clingy.”

Heeseung raises an eyebrow at you, leaning in to read the message, then looks back at you with a proud smile. “Good. No more texts. At least not until I approve them.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “You’re lucky I love you,” you whisper, resting your head on his shoulder.

Heeseung squeezes you tighter, pressing his face into your hair. “I know. I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

You laugh softly, feeling his warmth surround you. He’s a little too clingy, maybe even a little too dramatic, but you can’t deny that you love him more than anything. Even when he’s acting like this.

| PARK JONGSEONG ( 박종성 )

You didn’t notice it at first.

Your phone was buzzing on the coffee table — not unusual, really. Just some messages, probably about class or a group thing you half-forgot you were in. You were curled up with Jay on the couch, his arm slung lazily around your shoulder, the TV casting soft light over both of you. Everything felt normal.

Until Jay’s arm stiffened.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

You glanced at him. He wasn’t watching the show anymore — he was staring at your phone like it had personally insulted him.

“Wow,” he said slowly, his voice deceptively casual. “Your phone’s really popular today.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, probably about that project.”

Buzz. Buzz.

Jay reached forward and picked it up.

“Bold of him to send six messages in a row without even spacing them out,” he muttered.

You blinked. “You’re reading my notifications?”

“I’m glancing,” he said defensively, eyes still glued to the screen. “Very different. Also, who texts like this? Is this an essay? He sent a GIF. Two GIFs.”

“Jay.”

He flopped back beside you with a dramatic exhale. “I’m fine. I’m chill. I’m not being replaced by some dude who doesn’t understand punctuation.”

You tried not to laugh. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being observant,” he corrected. “And I’ve observed that someone is way too comfortable messaging my girlfriend at 9 PM on a Friday night.”

You tilted your head. “Do you want me to stop texting people entirely?”

Jay narrowed his eyes. “No. I just want you to text me like that. Where are my cat GIFs and unhinged 3-paragraph rants?”

“You ignore my rants.”

“I skim them lovingly!”

You bit back a smile as Jay leaned into you again, this time a little heavier, a little clingier. His arms wrapped around your waist, his head dropping to your shoulder, and you felt him exhale — something smaller, more honest.

“Okay, but seriously,” he mumbled, quieter this time. “It’s dumb, but I hate feeling like someone else gets more of your attention than I do.”

Your heart squeezed at that.

“Jay,” you said, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair. “You don’t need to worry. I’m yours. Always have been.”

He didn’t answer for a second. Just rested there, warm and a little sulky, like a cat pretending he wasn’t begging for your affection.

“I know,” he said eventually. “It’s just hard when I see your screen lighting up and it’s not me.”

“You could just text me,” you teased gently.

“I’m literally right next to you.”

“Then act like it,” you said, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. “Be annoying. Be clingy. You have full permission.”

Jay perked up a little. “Oh, so I can be a pain in the ass?”

“You already are.”

He grinned, and the tension finally melted from his shoulders. “Good. I was holding back.”

And just like that, he shifted — pulling you fully into his lap, arms wrapped tightly around you, chin on your shoulder like he’d fused himself there.

“Jay—”

“Nope. Human blanket time. You said I could be clingy.”

You sighed, laughing into his shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m in love,” he whispered, grinning. “That’s worse.”

| SIM JAEYUN ( 심재윤 )

You and Jake had just spent the entire afternoon together, lounging on the couch and chatting about everything and nothing. It had been one of those rare days where everything felt easy, and the world outside seemed to fade away. You were both curled up under a blanket, sharing a bowl of popcorn when your phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table.

You didn’t think much of it, figuring it was just another notification or a message from your friends. But when the buzzing didn’t stop, Jake’s eyes flitted to the phone, his gaze narrowing slightly. His fingers, which had been lazily tracing shapes on your arm, paused. He glanced over at you, his eyebrows furrowing, but you didn’t catch it at first.

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again.

"Who’s that?" Jake’s voice was casual, but there was an edge to it that you didn’t miss. His tone was playful, but his eyes seemed to linger just a bit too long on your phone.

You rolled your eyes, sensing where this was going. "It’s just a friend, don’t worry about it."

But Jake wasn’t convinced. You could see the wheels turning in his head. He scooted closer to you, his arm brushing against yours, and then—playfully—he grabbed your phone off the table, grinning mischievously. "Let me see."

You laughed, trying to grab it back, but Jake held it just out of reach. "Jake, give it back."

But he wasn’t letting go. His grin turned a bit more teasing, and he raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping into a mock-serious tone. "What’s this? You’ve got a lot of notifications from a guy?"

You froze, a little caught off guard by how pointed his words were. He didn’t look angry—he looked... amused? But there was something else in his gaze, a glint that told you he wasn’t entirely happy about this.

"It’s nothing, really," you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Just a friend."

Jake pouted, his playful demeanor shifting to a more clingy one. He leaned into you, his arm now draping over your shoulder, pulling you closer. "A friend, huh? You’ve got a lot of ‘friends’ today, huh?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips. "It’s not like that."

"Mm, sure," Jake murmured, now pressing his cheek against yours, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you even closer. He nuzzled into your neck, his breath warm on your skin. "I don’t like it when you don’t tell me everything, you know."

You turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes. "Jake, you’re being ridiculous."

But Jake was far from done. His playful, teasing behavior was slowly morphing into something a little more clingy, a little more possessive. He kept glancing at your phone, his fingers tapping lightly on your thigh in an almost nervous way, and you could tell that despite his teasing, he was feeling insecure.

"Tell me who’s messaging you," he murmured against your ear, the tone of his voice making your heart skip a beat.

You sighed, realizing that his playful teasing had taken a turn. You knew Jake well enough to recognize that this was his way of showing jealousy—and, maybe, just a touch of insecurity. It wasn’t often that Jake showed vulnerability like this, so you decided to ease his worries.

With a soft smile, you pulled your phone from his grasp and unlocked it. "It’s nothing serious," you said, showing him the messages from your friend.

"I promise."

Jake’s eyes softened a little, but the playful glint still lingered there. He leaned back, a slight frown tugging at his lips.

"A friend, huh?" he muttered, clearly still not entirely convinced.

You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing that you had to calm him down. Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "Jake, you’re the only one for me, okay?"

Jake blinked, his cheeks flushing a little at your words. Then, slowly, he grinned, his usual playful charm returning. "I know I am," he said smugly, nudging you lightly.

"But I still don’t like sharing you with anyone."

You smiled softly, resting your head against his chest as his arms wrapped tighter around you, now content and settled. "I promise, you're stuck with me."

Jake let out a content sigh, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. He seemed to relax in your arms, but there was still a possessive streak in him.

His voice, now softer, was laced with affection. "Good. Because I’m not letting you go."

The phone buzzed again, but this time, Jake didn’t flinch. Instead, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and as you both settled into the warmth of each other’s embrace, he mumbled playfully, "If it’s another one of those ‘friends,’ I’m deleting their number."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree as you snuggled closer into him, knowing that no matter how many notifications came your way, Jake would always find a way to make you feel loved, wanted, and completely his.

| PARK SUNGHOON ( 박성훈 )

It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon. The two of you are sprawled out on the couch in his living room, watching a movie you’ve both seen a hundred times before. The comfort of his presence, the familiar hum of his voice, and the sound of his laughter echoing around the room fills you with warmth. Everything about this moment is perfect. Until, of course, your phone buzzes again.

Ding.Ding.Ding.

You glance at your screen, a small smile on your face as you check the messages. It’s from your guy friend, someone you’ve known for years. You and him exchange memes, funny comments, and inside jokes—it’s nothing out of the ordinary. You thought nothing of it.

But then you feel it—a shift in the air.

You glance to your side, and Sunghoon’s eyes are narrowed at your phone, his jaw clenched. You can’t help but chuckle at his pout, and his brow furrows even deeper as the notifications continue to flood in.

“Who’s texting you?” His voice is light, but there's a hint of an edge to it.

You grin, teasing him a bit. “Just a friend.”

“Hmm.” He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "A friend, huh? How many texts do you need from a friend?"

“Oh, you know, just a few,” you tease, trying to play it cool, but his eyes follow every notification with laser focus. Ding, ding, ding.

That’s when you know—he's jealous.

Sunghoon’s mood shifts rapidly, like a storm cloud forming on a perfectly sunny day. His arms cross over his chest, and he leans back on the couch, clearly sulking now.

“I didn’t know you were so popular," he mumbles, his voice dripping with playful annoyance. "Should I be worried? Maybe I should just take your phone away.”

You laugh, shaking your head, but he’s not joking. As if on cue, Sunghoon slides closer to you, his body now practically glued to yours. His hand lazily drapes over your shoulder, and his chin rests on top of your head.

“Are you really gonna text him again?” he mutters in mock frustration.

You can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he’s being. But, honestly, there’s something endearing about how much he wants your attention. His jealousy is so obvious that you can’t resist teasing him even further.

“I don’t know, Sunghoon… Maybe I’ll text him back, just to mess with you.”

His eyes widen, and you can see his pout deepen. He lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling onto his side to face you. “Fine. I’ll just be here, ignoring you, since clearly, he is more important than me.”

You giggle at his antics, but it’s clear he’s putting on a bit of an act, hoping you’ll comfort him. So, you do.

You set your phone down on the coffee table, and as if on instinct, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. Sunghoon melts into you, his shoulders relaxing as he rests his head on your chest. “Sorry, Hoon. I promise you’re more important.”

He hums contentedly, his hand reaching up to rest on your cheek. “Good. I mean, I know he’s just a friend, but I can’t help but be a little… possessive of you. You’re mine.”

His words cause your heart to flutter. There’s a trace of vulnerability in his tone, something you rarely hear from him. You smile softly, brushing your fingers through his hair. “And you’re mine. Just you. No one else.”

You feel him smile against your chest. His arms tighten around you as if he’s holding onto the moment, making sure you both stay in this bubble of peace. You stroke his hair gently, knowing he’s more sensitive than he lets on.

“Are you gonna be all clingy now?” you ask in a teasing tone, running your fingers down his back.

He sighs dramatically, but his voice is laced with affection. “I can’t help it. I’m just trying to make sure you don’t forget about me.”

“Never,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head.

With a contented sigh, he snuggles deeper into you, practically becoming a human koala as he clings to you. “I’ll just be your little shadow then. You’re stuck with me.”

You chuckle, enjoying the feeling of his closeness. “Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His arms wrap tighter around your waist, and for a moment, everything feels perfect. The soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows, the sound of his steady breathing, the warmth of his embrace—it’s enough to make you forget about everything else in the world.

And despite all the teasing, the jealousy, and his playful clinginess, you know this is exactly where you're meant to be.

| KIM SUNOO ( 김선우 )

It was a lazy afternoon, the kind where the sun shines softly through the curtains and the world feels like it’s in slow motion. You were sprawled out on the couch, your phone resting in your hand, scrolling through random memes and messages when you felt a familiar warmth beside you. Sunoo, with his usual bright smile, plopped down next to you, his arm brushing against yours.

You greeted him with a smile, only half-paying attention as your phone buzzed again. Another notification. You couldn’t help but notice that it was from the same guy. A friend, someone you’ve known for a while, but Sunoo seemed to notice it too.

His eyes, usually full of laughter, narrowed for a split second before his lips tugged into a teasing grin. “Who’s that?” he asked casually, but you could hear the underlying edge in his voice.

“Oh, just a friend,” you replied quickly, trying to sound nonchalant as you shoved your phone under a pillow. "Nothing important."

But Sunoo wasn’t buying it. He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Really?" he asked, his tone playful but with a hint of suspicion. "Seems like you’re getting a lot of attention from that friend of yours."

You let out a soft laugh, trying to brush it off. "It’s nothing, Sunoo. Just some random chatter."

You felt him shift next to you, and then his hand found its way to your wrist, pulling your hand—along with the phone—into his lap. His fingers lightly traced circles on your skin, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his body seemed to press against yours, a little closer than usual.

"Can I see?" he asked, his voice a little too innocent, though you could tell he was secretly enjoying this.

You playfully swatted his hand away. "No way. I already told you it’s nothing."

But Sunoo wasn’t going to let it slide. His grin only widened, and before you knew it, his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight hug. "I don’t believe you," he teased. "You’re hiding something from me, and I’m going to figure it out."

You laughed softly, trying to wiggle out of his embrace, but Sunoo was determined, his arms tightening around you in a way that left you no chance of escape. "Sunoo," you groaned, half in frustration, half in amusement. "You’re being so clingy!"

His voice dropped slightly, a playful pout now on his lips. "I’m just making sure no one’s trying to steal you away from me." He squeezed you tighter, as though to emphasize his point, and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at your lips. "You’re not going to make me jealous with that pout, you know."

"Who said I was trying to make you jealous?" He was still clinging to you, refusing to let go. "But if I were trying... would it work?"

You snorted at his antics. "Maybe." You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "But you don’t need to be jealous, okay? You’re the only one I want."

Sunoo blinked, as if processing your words, and then his face softened. His arms loosened around you slightly, and he looked at you with an almost serious expression. "Really?"

"Really," you affirmed, your hand gently resting on his chest. "You’re my favorite person, Sunoo. Always have been."

He beamed at you, his cheeks tinting a soft pink as he playfully bumped his nose against yours. "Good. Because I’m not letting anyone else get close enough to mess with my girl."

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head at him. "You’re a mess, you know that?"

"Maybe," he agreed, his voice dropping to a whisper as his eyes softened. "But I’m your mess."

You leaned into him, the two of you sitting there, tangled together in a warm embrace. The world outside could have been spinning for all you cared, because in this moment, there was nowhere else you wanted to be.

And Sunoo? He was never going to let you go.

| YANG JUNGWON ( 양정원 )

It’s just another quiet evening. The soft hum of your phone vibrates against the table, sending little shivers up your spine. You’re sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of your phone, scrolling mindlessly through your messages.

And then—buzz buzz buzz.

Another set of notifications. Your stomach drops a little, and you make a quick glance at Jungwon, who’s sitting next to you, casually flipping through a magazine. He hasn’t noticed, right?

Well, almost right.

“Are those... notifications from a guy?” Jungwon suddenly speaks, his tone light but with a hint of something else, something curious. You blink, eyes wide, then try to make your face nonchalant.

“Uh, no,” you respond too quickly, but Jungwon’s already leaning in closer, his gaze soft yet piercing.

“Are you sure?” He teases, reaching for your phone. “I mean, you’ve got a lot of messages coming in. That’s... suspicious, don’t you think?”

You snatch the phone away, a little too defensively. "It’s just some friend."

But Jungwon doesn’t seem convinced. His smile is playful, but you can tell there’s a hint of something else creeping into his eyes. He stands up suddenly, dramatically, and plops down on your lap without warning, startling you so much that you almost drop your phone.

“Jungwon!” you laugh nervously, your face flushing a little as his body heats yours up. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not going anywhere until I know who this ‘friend’ is,” he says, his voice laced with an exaggerated pout. You can’t help but smile at how over-the-top he’s acting. He’s always been like this when he gets even the slightest bit jealous, but this is a whole new level.

You roll your eyes and try to push him off, but Jungwon’s grip tightens around you, pulling you closer. He buries his head into your shoulder, his lips brushing against your neck. “Come on... who’s this guy?”

You squirm, your chest tightening at the strange mixture of annoyance and affection bubbling inside you. It’s almost endearing how much he wants to know, but it also feels like he’s teasing you to the point of being a little too clingy. The idea of him not trusting you, even if it’s just for fun, tugs at your heart.

“It’s really no big deal,” you say quietly, trying to reassure him, but Jungwon just hums in discontent against your skin.

“I’m not letting go until you tell me,” he mutters, his voice muffled but playful.

You sigh and finally relent, opening the messages app. You turn the phone so Jungwon can see it too. “It’s literally just my friend from college. He’s asking about some assignment.”

Jungwon stares at the screen for a long moment, his eyes scanning the words, before he looks back up at you, squinting suspiciously. “Just an assignment?” His voice has dropped a little, now more serious than it was before.

“Yes, just an assignment,” you assure him, tapping the phone to dismiss the notifications. “Why? Jealous?”

He scrunches up his nose in a dramatic expression, before pushing himself off of you. “Me? Jealous?” He scoffs, though there’s a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “No way. I’m just concerned for you, that’s all.”

You smirk at him, an eyebrow raised. “Uh-huh. Sure. If you say so.”

Jungwon huffs, looking away in a mock-offended manner, then suddenly pulls you back into him with a force that almost knocks you over. His arm snakes around your waist, and he tugs you closer, burying his face in your hair.

“I was just protecting you from all the guys sliding into your DMs. Can’t let anyone else take my spot.”

You laugh, shaking your head, and place your hand on his cheek, turning his face toward yours. “Oh, Jungwon. You’re the one who’s a pain in the ass.”

“I’m your pain in the ass, though,” he replies, his eyes glinting with mischief. “And you love it.”

He’s right. You do love it. The clinginess, the teasing, the jealousy... It’s endearing in its own, chaotic way. And maybe, just maybe, you love how much he cares—even when it drives you a little crazy.

“Fine, fine. You’re my pain in the ass,” you concede with a smile. “But only because I can’t resist you when you’re like this.”

Jungwon beams at you, all traces of jealousy fading into the warmth of his smile. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, his voice turning softer.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m not going anywhere.”

You both sit there in the comfortable silence, your phone forgotten as you lean into each other, feeling the safety of his arms around you and the soft comfort of knowing that no matter how much of a pain in the ass he is, he’ll always be there.

| NISHIMURA RIKI ( 西村 力 )

You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, absently sipping on your iced coffee. The sound of your boyfriend, Ni-ki, rummaging around the kitchen reaches your ears as you glance up. He’s humming softly to himself, but there’s an unmistakable glint of curiosity in his eyes when he notices your phone lighting up again.

You try to ignore it. But, of course, it doesn’t work. Another notification flashes across your screen—another message from a guy you know. You’re not even sure why you’re bothering to keep up the ruse; Ni-ki’s been a little more attentive lately, and this can’t go unnoticed by him.

You glance over at Ni-ki, but he’s still pretending not to notice the rapid fire of notifications. But you can see it—the slight tilt of his head, the way his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly when your phone buzzes once again.

You try to hide your phone behind your hand, but it’s too late.

"Who’s texting you so much?" he asks casually, though you can hear the playful edge to his voice.

You freeze, giving him an awkward smile, hoping it’s not as obvious as it feels. "Just… a friend," you reply, trying to sound nonchalant. It’s not a lie, exactly.

He narrows his eyes in a teasing, exaggerated way. "A guy friend?"

"Uh…" You bite your lip, trying to think of a good excuse. "Yeah."

He suddenly stops what he’s doing, all signs of playfulness melting into a mock pout. "A guy friend? Really? I don’t like that." He dramatically crosses his arms, tilting his head back with a sigh. "Maybe I should get jealous. Can’t have my girlfriend getting too popular, huh?"

You feel your heart skip a beat. "Ni-ki, come on," you laugh, trying to play it off. "It’s just a text."

He stares at you with that intense gaze of his, suddenly standing up straighter. "Oh, no. I’m gonna need to monitor this. You need me more now. I’ll just stay close. I’m your priority." His tone is playful, but you can see that twinkle in his eyes that suggests he’s not joking.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the smile spreading across your face. Ni-ki’s clinginess always gets the best of you. It’s not like you mind it, though. He’s just… adorable.

You try to focus back on your phone, but the buzzes continue to flood in. Ni-ki, however, has a different plan. He plops himself right next to you, leans over, and almost knocks your phone out of your hand.

"Let me see," he demands, trying to peek at your screen with a grin.

You try to push him away, your laugh almost turning into a snort. "Stop it, Ni-ki. It’s just—"

He pouts, a soft, exaggerated whine leaving his lips. "Why do you keep texting him? Does he send you memes? Cool ones? Better than mine? Oh, no, now I’m gonna have to compete." He reaches for your phone, but you pull it out of his reach, which only makes him more dramatic.

"You’re such a pain," you say, half exasperated, half amused.

Ni-ki fakes a sniffle, clutching his chest in mock betrayal. "I’m just saying… I’m here. And I’m way cooler than any guy texting you, right?"

You chuckle, your heart warming at his antics. "Of course you are."

But he’s not done yet. "I bet he doesn’t even know how to make you feel special," he continues, leaning so close you can feel his breath against your ear. "You deserve someone who knows exactly what you want… Someone who’ll make you smile every day."

"Alright, alright," you say, nudging him gently. "You win. I’ll stop replying. Happy?"

He smirks, clearly satisfied with your compliance. "I’ll take care of it. Just for you, babe."

You stare at him, half amused, half touched by the way he’s acting. He’s not actually upset, not really. But there’s something undeniably sweet about the way he’s so eager to make sure you’re his.

You glance at your phone one last time, the screen still covered in unread messages from your friend. "I think I should probably let him know I’m not available," you joke, teasing him.

Ni-ki’s eyes widen, and he immediately shifts even closer, pulling you into his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "I swear, I’ll become extra clingy now. You won’t even have room for anyone else." His voice is a playful mix of jealousy and affection, and despite his over-the-top behavior, you can’t help but giggle at how adorable he is.

"Okay, okay. No more texting anyone else. You’ve won." You give in, resting your head on his shoulder, your voice softening. "You’re the only one I need."

He lets out a dramatic sigh, leaning back into the couch with a contented smile. "Good. But remember, I’m always here. I’m your priority, alright?"

You chuckle, your heart fluttering. "I know, Ni-ki. I know."

[iniquitousyearning]

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease could you possibly write a short little headcanon list/ oneshot for tom riddle? can be about whatever, i seriously have not been able to think of anything good lately !

i love u 🥺 here’s a weird little piece i wrote last night in a haze of cold medicine for falling inlove with tom.

title- boy left wanting.

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you don’t just fall in love with tom riddle.

you placate him the way you would a fire across the moor — keeping yourself far enough to not be burnt but close enough to feel the heat of the molten at your fingertips and know, inevitably, it’ll spread. engulf. because tom riddle, above all else, is not a man to be snuffed out. not one who fades into a haze of ash and shadows. he’s persistent. and when he has his mind made up, it’s only a matter of time before you find his flames have spread under your feet, and began licking up your ankles.

your chest swells with the ache of it before your heart does. it’s the knowing that comes first, slow and awful:

you are going to burn for this.

for a while he exists in your life like a secret—kept not out of fear, but perseverance. reverence. the kind old gods would carve into marble and bury under cathedral floors, whispered only when the wind feels brave enough to announce the contradiction he’s become.

he holds holy in his palm in a way no unholy man should. and each time, you meet him like a confession: late, guilty, yet lacking in shame.

there is no kindness to him. not the usual degree, not the kind people wear in pleasantries. he offers up what he knows, when he knows he can, and presents it to you in fractions until he’s confident you’ll mathematize it all. he’s patient. he listens. listens so sharply it feels like you’re being taken apart with silk gloves. but it’s the only way he knows.

he says your name like it’s a hypothesis. something he can comprehend. study until he memorizes the fragments of each syllable that formalize it.

“you’re not afraid of me,” he says, long into night.

your breath fogs in the winter air. the frost doesn’t touch him.

“you want me to be.”

his mouth curls—not quite a smile, not quite mockery.

“i want you to be right.”

———————

you find that he doesn’t touch you the way lovers do when they want to claim. he touches you the way curiosity does when it wants to understand. tempered. fingers ghosting your thigh in the library when you lean too close. calloused palps tracing the edge of your sleeve like he’s charting the thread count. he longs to know. know the way you exist here in physical and there in ethereal. it’s the only way he can learn to trust.

he knows you’ll let him, so he doesn’t ask for permission. he just waits.

waits until your breath is too shallow and your skin too loud. until you’re blinking up at him with morning dew dotting your lashes, softened like spring.

everything is paced. every gesture a move calculated in test how of you’ll react. so when he finally does touch you in full, pressing his palm to your chest, it isn’t to hold. it’s to feel your pulse against his hand and say,

“how curious. you aren’t afraid, and still it stammers.”

you don’t fall in love.

you dissolve.

sugar left in the rain. you become the softness he can swallow. the throat he doesn’t slit. the mercy he never believed in.

and for a while, he tries.

tries to keep his hands folded. tries to keep the act up for as long as possible. tells himself you are a study, not a weakness. that your laughter doesn’t stain the walls of his dormitory. that your absence doesn’t hang around his shoulders like the curls against his neck.

but you see it.

in the way his flames cool when you speak. in the way he stares at you during duels, like he’s checking to see if you’ll flinch. if you’ll run. you never do. and that terrifies him more than anything.

because you, unafraid you, who matches him step for step, breath for breath—you make him feel possible. humanized in ways he has never known as the self-made god trapped inside the boy left wanting.

he tells you truth, quiet and unmade, “if i loved you, i would destroy you.”

you hum against the curve of his throat, mouth warm on his skin. “maybe that’s the only way i’d believe it.”

he just huffs. as if he’ll never forget it. “maddening girl.”

and that’s how it happens.

not with flowers. not with vows. but with time and ruin and restraint. with the realization that love, like his, is its most beautiful when it’s kept on the premise of understanding. that perfect balance.

you don’t fall in love with tom riddle. you stand still and let the tide take you.

to love tom riddle, it is to let the monster in you feast.

and for tom riddle to love, it is to let the monster in him sleep.

[wendichester]

Hello, hello, my dearest~! I hope this finds you well, and you’ve got good things going on in your life! I love all of your writings and drabbles and works, and your notifications during my day always make me smile! 💜

May I request a Dean X reader x Sam (no wincest, obvs) piece where they’re each trying to push the reader to be with the other brother because they don’t think they can make the reader happy, but the reader is like, “you guys are idiots if you can’t see how happy BOTH of you make me.” Can you tell that I struggle to ever fully decide and just pick one of them? lol appreciate you💜 please keep being amazing!

༘ ⋆｡˚three's a charm,

summary. dean wants you to be with sam. sam wants you to be with dean. you want both.

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester

wordcount. 715

notes. thank you so so much for requesting lovely! you're the best 🩷

It starts as a subtle thing—sideways glances, hesitations that weren’t there before, moments where one of them will open his mouth to say something and then stop, like he’s biting back words.

And it’s driving you insane.

Dean and Sam Winchester are some of the smartest, most capable people you’ve ever met, but God, are they both complete idiots when it comes to this.

You know they love you. You know because it’s in the way Sam always makes sure you eat something halfway decent, even in the middle of a hunt, and how Dean always insists on checking the locks twice before bed when you’re around. You know because of the way they touch you—Sam’s careful reverence, Dean’s protective warmth—because of the way they look at you when they think you’re not watching.

But lately? Lately, they’ve been acting weird.

It starts with Dean.

“You know,” he says one night, sprawled out on the motel bed next to you, staring at the ceiling like it holds all the answers to the universe. “Sam’s a good guy.”

You blink at him. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Dean huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, like… real good. Smart, responsible, tall.” He cuts his eyes toward you. “You like tall, right?”

Your brows knit. “I mean, I guess—”

“You should, uh… you should think about him. Y’know. That way.”

You roll onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. “Dean.”

“What?”

“You do realize I’m sleeping with both of you, right?”

Dean shrugs, like he’s suddenly very interested in the loose thread on his sleeve. “Yeah, well. Maybe you should—” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “Maybe you should pick the guy who can actually give you what you deserve.”

You stare at him. “Dean.”

He won’t look at you. “I’m just saying.”

You’re about to rip him a new one, but before you can, the motel door opens and in walks Sam, looking fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck.

And that’s when it happens again.

“I was thinking,” Sam starts, running the towel through his damp hair, “Dean’s really good for you.”

You blink. “Are you kidding me?”

Dean snorts. “Right back atcha, Sammy.”

Sam frowns. “I’m serious. He… he makes you laugh. Keeps things light. I know I can be a lot sometimes.” His voice dips, eyes dropping like he’s afraid of what he’s saying. “I don’t want to weigh you down.”

Dean scoffs. “Oh, come on, man.”

“What?” Sam shrugs. “It’s true.”

You look between them—these two idiots—and let out a loud, exasperated groan.

“Oh my God,” you say, flopping onto your back dramatically. “You’re both so stupid.”

Dean lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”

You sit up, crossing your arms. “Do you seriously think I want to be with just one of you?”

Sam hesitates. “Well, I mean—”

“No,” you cut in. “You don’t mean. Because if you did, you’d realize how insanely happy I am with both of you.” You look between them, making sure they get it. “Not just Dean. Not just Sam. Both. Of. You.”

Silence.

Dean scratches the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “You sure? ‘Cause—”

“I love you,” you say firmly, looking at him. Then you turn to Sam. “And you. Equally. Differently, but equally. You both make me happy. You both make me feel safe. I don’t want just one of you—I want this. Us.”

The tension in the room shifts. Dean glances at Sam. Sam glances at Dean. And then—

“Well, shit,” Dean breathes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Guess we are a couple of morons.”

Sam exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah,” he admits. “I think we are.”

You sigh, shaking your head at them. “Took you long enough.”

Dean smirks. “So, uh… does that mean we can stop all the awkward pushing-you-away crap?”

“Yes,” you deadpan.

Sam chuckles, moving toward the bed, placing a hand on your knee. “And you’re really, really happy?”

You reach for his hand, squeezing it. “Yeah, Sammy. I really, really am.”

Dean hums, shifting closer too, his palm settling against the small of your back. “Well, in that case,” he says, grinning, “I say we make up for lost time.”

And who are you to argue with that?

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[dooberific]

This is kinda weird but can I request a fic of reader convincing harumasa to start a 401k?

Happy you’re self aware bbg because this was a wild request to find ✋💀. I was googling so if there are any inaccuracies I blame reddit ELI5 threads.

❝ 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴 ❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre: slice of life (anymore so and we would be asking him to join the neighborhood watch), some suggestive language

wc: 1.1k

“Somebody’s here suspiciously early.”

“Oh you know, my chest started hurting around four o’clock so I had to take off early.” He accentuated his tale of woe with a little fake cough, mirth dancing in his golden eyes as he neared your seat on the end of the pier.

Could you really blame him? His day was just so painful with all that paperwork, so when his favorite girl texts him with a surprise invitation for dinner at one of his favorite places? What was he supposed to do?

You reached into the convenience store bag behind you, producing a canned drink, waving it invitingly in his direction. “Bitter melon juice for the gentleman?”

“When a lovely lady offers it,” he plucked the can from your fingers, sweeping his head down to press a chaste kiss to your lips as you giggled, “How could I refuse~?”

He sat down beside you, legs dangling over the edge of the pier. “What’s the occasion? I know I’ve been a particularly good boyfriend lately but this seems a little too good to be true.” 

“Can’t I invite you out for a romantic picnic date without ulterior motives?” You rolled your lip out in a faux pout, reaching back into the bag behind you as you slung a saran wrapped sandwich at his chest.

“Oh, homemade sandwiches, super romantic.” He teased as he picked at the wrapping before taking a bite, immediately recognizing the flavors of your truly homemade chicken salad.

“What’s next, gonna slip your granny nightgown on when we get home? You know that thing really turns me on.” 

“I will have you know, my grandma ended up with seven kids wearing one of those.” You hissed as you took a bite of your own sandwich before waving it threateningly in his direction, kicking at his ankles. “Besides! It’s comfy and someone wasn’t complaining last time I wore it.”

“Guilty as charged~” 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t reply, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as the sound of the waves lapping at the piers and the rush of the wind carrying a spray of sea foam lulled you into a tranquil state. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

His question took you by surprise. You hadn’t realized how mindlessly you had stared off into the horizon till he anchored you back in. You smiled, scooting to his side as you threw your arms around his middle, your cheek squishing against his shoulder.

“Just thinking about us…and the future, I guess. I think I’m just a little worried sometimes.” Your head swiveled up to prop your chin on his shoulder, watching as his brow furrowed below his headband. His hand squeezed your knee.

“What’s got you worried?”

“I don’t think you’re taking your life seriously.” 

The abruptness of your words surprised even you. You had rehearsed it in the mirror multiple times, trying to figure out how best to address it with him but that was all out the window now.

He fiddled with the tab on his drink can, head low. “This is about that retirement stuff the association sent, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” There was no use denying it anyways. You had questioned him when the packet came in the express mail, leafing through the papers outlining H.A.N.D’s 401k procedure before he told you not to worry about it. It was in the trash can the next morning.

“I don’t think you’re considering it like you should. You’re not living on borrowed time like you think you are, even the doctors have been pleased with how well your health has been maintaining.”

He laughed ruefully. 

“Every day I wake up is borrowed time. I’m a medical anomaly whether you accept it or not.”

“Keep talking like that and you’ll end up living to a ripe old age.” You chimed with a pop of your lips, bumping his shoulder.

“I just thought that since the government cut down the retirement age for Executive Officers to 35 that it might not be such a bad thing to consider, especially,” you tapped his nose with the tip of your finger, “since somebody I know would much rather play than work.”

You shuffled backwards on the deck, hitting your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Just think. Thirty-five, a retired smoking hot former executive officer lounging on his boat.”

He laughed, his shoulders shaking as he peered at you in his periphery. “On a boat huh?”

“Why not?” You replied with a shrug. “What better way to experience the freedom of the wind and the sea? I could think of much less pleasant ways to spend your time than waking up and enjoying the sunrise over the bay.” 

You squeezed him a little tighter as you brushed your lips over his ear. “Maybe if you’re extra good your equally smoking hot girlfriend will invest in a few bikinis and you won’t have to complain about those granny nightgowns anymore~”

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” 

You snorted, shaking your head, hands drifting down his arms as you twiddled with his fingers till he threaded your fingers together with his. 

“Do me a favor and think about it?” 

You don’t get an answer before his phone chimes in his pocket. His face falls, and you know it’s work on the other end.

“Sorry baby,” his apology comes with a kiss. “Let’s get you home.”

You felt guilty when you saw the packet of paperwork on the edge of the counter when you returned to your shared apartment, having fished it out of the trash before you hatched your dinner intervention. You swiped it back off the counter, dropping it back into the bin with a sigh.

You didn’t remember when he crawled into bed with you, but you did stir when his morning alarm went off, feeling the bed shift as he got up. You yawned, dragging yourself out after him, draping the comforter over your shoulders like a cape to fight off the morning chill as you padded to the kitchen to start the coffee pot.

You poured a cup for yourself as you topped off his work cup, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you squinted at the packet of papers folded neatly on the kitchen counter.

You waved it curiously at him as he appeared in the kitchen beside you, adjusting his tie as he plucked his cup off the counter. 

“Haru, what’s this?”

“That,” His nimble fingers teased at your knuckles as he swiped the papers from your grasp, leaning in to plant a coffee-flavored kiss against your lips, “is our retirement boat.” 

He slipped on his shoes, popping the front door open as he spun around and shot to a wink.

“Better start picking those bikinis, babe.”

Rey 2024

[nmakii]

AND BRUSH, AND BRUSH MY HAIR

— chigiri hyoma x long haired!reader

alt title: chigiri would be my bff bf!!! sighs me and my waist length hair against the world

well… obviously he loves your long hair. he thinks it frames your face perfectly >_<

one of the best past times to spend tgt as a couple is being in his lap while he brushes your hair out. if your hair is long because it’s a hassle to always get a haircut, he wont let you braid his hair in return. :x only if you love your hair as much as he does teehee

++ if you guys ever share an apartment and bathroom, the shelf is gonna be full of hair products…

also loves to shampoo your hair if you’re too tired to do it… something super intimate about letting him exfoliate your scalp as his finger thread through the tangles in your hair. it’s a simple luxury that only you and he’d know the pleasure of

he luvs trying out hair hacks with you. “babe..! i just saw this hack that says your hair grows healthier and longer faster if you use rosemary oil and rice water..! …where’s the rosemary?”

he thinks ur long hairs perfect… doesnt want you to ever cut it… and if you do end up cutting it, it’s gonna be like that meme “told my girl not to cut her hair. she did it anyway and she looked fine af. this is why women shouldnt listen to their man”

if you ever have an important event going on, and you need to look glammed up, he’s MORE than happy to wake up at 5 AM or whatever to style your hair. he luvs u ofc <3

“it’s not too tight, is it?” chigiri asks as he ties the braid he tied on the side, holding your hair from getting into your face. “yeah, it’s perfect, hyo. thank you.” you hum.

“right. well, good luck at your party, babe. hopefully there isn’t someone who tries to steal you away from me while im not there.” he huffs. “heeh, good luck at your game too, tonight. and don’t worry, ill tell them im taken by a gorgeous man.” you enunciate your words, buttering him up and making his heart turn into jelly.

chigiri abashedly, yet smugly grins. “tch… gorgeous? more like drop-dead charming…”

you scoff, taking your purse as he walks you to the door. “hmm… hyo, what would you do if i wanted to cut my hair?” you ask. of course it was a hypothetical, but it was something you were seriously starting to concern…

“haah? how come? you’re super pretty with it, i won’t like brushing your hair if it’s short..” he huffs, the frown on his pretty lips making him seem adorable. “i know… i like my hair too, but i feel like it’s getting too long… like, there has to be a limit somewhere, right?”

he shakes his head. “well…if you like it, you shouldn’t cut it. when it comes to you, you could have obnoxiously long hair like rapunzel— like, to the point where it’s in my face when we cuddle, and ill still think you should grow it longer.” he hums, a hand unconsciously finding its way to you. “plus, why cut it when it makes your title as ‘world’s prettiest girl’ so much more obvious to everyone else?”

he’s trying to spoil you with compliments. he knows that getting you weak in the head would let him get his way. of course he definitely doesn’t use this power for evil… this was just a desperate occasion. “i mean… once, i dropped my pen, so i bent down to get it… and my hair was on my arm, and i thought it was a lizard and i jumped..!” you recount a story from two weeks ago.

“…pfft… ahaha..!” he laughs. “that just means you should keep your hair out of your face… see? a simple braid like what i did for you right now would be enough.” he rebuts your reasons for cutting your hair.

“…whatever.” you groan. “im still on the fence about whether i should do it anyway.” chigiri nods. “well then, don’t cut it. it’d be like you’re cutting a part of my soul away.”

you scoff. dramatic, much? chigiri rolls his eyes at your disbelief. “you laugh, but i’m serious..! just let me be a little bit selfish… and, don’t cut your hair…” he pleads.

[moonstruckme]

hiiiii!!!! may i request high!reader x high!steve or sirius just being all sweet and cuddly and lovey and dovey

Course you can :)

cw: weed

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 635 words

“Dude.” 

You turn towards where Steve sits next to you on the couch, tapping his shoulder urgently. “Dude, dude.” 

He catches your hand by the wrist, looking at you seriously. “Call me ‘dude’ one more time and I swear to god I’ll break up with you.” 

Your face splits in a grin you can barely feel happening. It’s like second nature, no muscles required. “You’re such a liar.” 

Steve shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. “What do you want, loser?” 

“How’s that any better than dude?”

He takes your face in his hand. Kisses you soundly. “Just tell me.” 

It takes you a bit to remember. Steve’s kisses always get you in a tizzy, but combined with the weed it feels as if you have to pull yourself back to consciousness. Like your very mind will drift off-kilter if you don’t keep it in check. 

“Soft serve,” you say after a moment. “We should go get soft serve. God, doesn’t that sound so good? The cold, and the texture…” Your tongue tingles as if you can feel it, your entire being aching with yearning. 

“Oh my god,” Steve laughs, “you’re so far gone.” 

You laugh too, though you’re not totally sure why. It just keeps happening. Every time Steve speaks, it feels like he’s tugging laughter out from inside you like a pulled thread. 

“I am not,” you giggle. “Doesn’t soft serve sound amazing?” 

He pivots, bringing one foot up in front of him so that he’s sitting sideways on the couch, facing you. His hair squishes flat where he leans against the cushion. “Yeah, it does,” he says. “One problem, though.” You mirror him, tilting your head curiously. “Neither of us can drive right now.” 

Your heart sinks. “Oh.” 

You must look really put out, because Steve chucks your chin like he thinks he’s a dad on TV. 

“I might have some ice cream in the freezer,” he offers. 

“It’s not going to be the same,” you sigh. “It’s not soft.” 

“I can leave it out until it gets soft.” 

“Not in the same way soft serve is soft.” 

He hums, saddened by your sadness, which feels appropriate. It’s nice to know he understands. He works a hand behind your ear, eyes warm and brown and tender. “I’m sorry, honey.” 

His voice feels like honey, the way he says it. It drips slow and sweet into your core, where it pools with pleasant stickiness. You make a tiny, lovesick sound in the back of your throat, nuzzling his palm. 

“You look really good,” you whisper, like it’s a secret. 

It’s overwhelming how true it is. Steve always looks good, but today he looks soft and rumpled and special. He’s wearing sweatpants that never leave the house, his shirt is all wrinkled, riding up his side that’s pressed into the couch to reveal a triangle of abdomen, and his always-perfect hair is in complete disarray. The sight of him makes your head feel all lax and sappy. You like that this Steve is just for you. 

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a hush, too, in solidarity. “So you do. You’re really pretty, have I told you that?” 

You grin, face mushing into his hand. “Yeah,” you say bashfully. 

Steve smiles too. “I thought you were upset about the soft serve.” 

You shake your head. You should be, maybe, but the weed keeps diffusing the edges of your feelings. 

“I’ll be upset if we don’t cuddle,” you tell him. 

“Oh, now we’re giving ultimatums?” he asks, already gathering you in his arms. You slot your knees on either side of his ribcage, forehead bumping against his nose. “You must have me real wrapped around your finger, babe.” 

You giggle, leaning up to kiss his cheek. You like to think you do.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐭!

Summary ➳ When you and the rest decide to sneak up on an Orc camp, you receive an injury. You believe you can handle it yourself but Legolas thinks otherwise.

(A/n) ➳ I AM SO SORRY! Tumblr ended up deleting the request but I remember it but not all of it so forgive me if this isn’t what you wanted. If it isn’t then don’t hesitate to shoot a message or request again!! I also learned that apparently the Fellowship traveled at night and slept during the day. I seriously did not know that until today.

Word Count ➳ 1.5k

Content Warnings ➳ Gender Neutral Reader, description of violence, blood, death, stitching, blood loss, angst-to-fluff…

“There must be some other way.” Legolas uttered to Boromir. “You cannot believe that sending (Y/n) out to assassinate the Orcs is the best solution.”

“She won’t be alone, Aragorn will be there with them.” Boromir replied. “The two of them will attack from above while we attack from below.” He drew his sword, walking closer to the Orc that was alone. He was swift with it, moving behind the Orc and slitting its throat. “See? Wasn’t that hard.”

You took a deep breath as you aimed your bow, you kept your focus on the leader. You could see from the corner of your eye Aragon sneaking up on the other two. You knew he was waiting on your signal and he would wait however long, but you were all on a strict time.

Another deep breath and- “Hey!” You shouted out of instinct, Legolas’s arrow went through the Orc’s head, killing him but you brought attention to yourself.

You jumped down from the tree and quickly nocked, drew, aimed, and released at one Orc that was reaching for its weapon. You swerved past another arrow, more flying past your head until you took cover over a giant rock.

Before you could nock another arrow, an Orc came from behind, grabbing your arms to throw you against the ground. You rolled when he attempted to stab you, dodging more swings until you managed to kick his sword away.

He charged at you, taking your knife that was strapped to your leg, and used it against you. You used your bow to block a couple of slashes until he fell to the ground. Instead of standing, he got onto his knees and managed to stab you in your thigh.

You let out a scream but in return, you shot an arrow through his head. Your breathing staggered as your hand wrapped around the knife and slowly pulled it out and then covered it with terrible bandaging.

“(Y/n)!” Legolas popped up a few seconds later. “I heard you scream.”

“I believed I twisted my ankle.” You covered your wound with your as best as you could, smiling through the pain.

“Let me help you.” Legolas took your hand, helping you walk to the rest of the group. Luckily, your cloak covered your bleeding wound and your dark pants were enough to hide the blood seeping out. “We just have a couple more hours before daylight.”

Like Legolas said, Aragorn finally decided that it was time to rest. “We will set out when it becomes dark.” He told you all before he started to set up his makeshift bed.

Legolas looked over your ankle, looking closely and pressing against it, looking back at you for a reaction. “It doesn’t seem to be twisted, but it may be strained. You have been jumping a lot, and might have happened when your footing was incorrect.”

You could practically feel the sweat running down your forehead. “Does it seem bad?”

Legolas smiled, his usual smile that was beaming with kindness. “No, the pain should fade later. Are you in pain or hurt anywhere else?”

“No, no, thank you.” After Legolas joined Aragorn, chatting. It wasn’t long before it was just murmurs among the Fellowship. Sam and Frodo were cooking together, Gimli was most likely perched up against a tree sleeping, but you didn’t know about the rest.

You were farther into the forest, a needle and thread in your hand. You placed a thick piece of fabric in between your teeth and bit down, you used your other hand to keep the gash close together so you could stitch it.

You let out a strained cry as you attempted to stitch your wound yourself but it was difficult due to your vision blurring. You didn’t know how long you were out here, so focused on closing your wound that you didn’t hear branches breaking or leaves crunching.

“You’re hurt.” Legolas’s voice broke you out of your concentration. You could see the panic in his eyes, he kneeled by your side, taking the needle from you and moving your hand from your thigh. “And you’re doing it incorrectly. You’re hurting yourself more.”

He used his other hand to pull a container of water, and flushed out your wound. “How did you get this? And when?”

“Just a couple hours ago.”

“And you’ve been bleeding this entire time?” Legolas’s voice was filled to the brim with regret, like he was ashamed of himself. He carefully threaded the thread into your skin, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose.

You took out the cloth from your mouth. “Look Legolas, I’m still alive and well.” You tried to ease him. “I’ll be alright, I’m okay.”

“I should’ve known, you have been moving slower, as well as your reaction time.” He acknowledged. Once he finished stitching your wound, he poured water again to wash out the rest of the dried blood.

He helped you to your feet, throwing your arm over his shoulder and an arm around your waist. He moved at a slow pace back to camp, everyone was now asleep, save it for Aragorn who just watched you both silently.

He helped you lay down. “I’ll be fine.” You repeated yourself, it felt like the hundredth time.

Legolas shook his head. “Please, do not hide anything. You shouldn’t be silent about these kinds of things.”

As if waking up very early in the morning couldn’t be any better, Orcs have seemed to find you all. You had a feeling that they were stalking you all, waiting for the moment to attack. You used your bow instead of your sword, making sure none of the Orcs came close to the Hobbits.

An Orc charged at you. You dodged the first couple of swings but not the kick to the leg, making you kneel and it felt like the stitches broke.

You screamed as you used your arrow to stab it into the Orc’s shoulder. Legolas’s arrow came from behind and slew the bastard and Merry came to your side to help you stand.

“Run into the forest!” Boromir shouted, blocking the sword coming down at him. “Go! Quickly!”

Merry helped you speed through the forest. You suddenly felt sick, like you wanted to pass out. But it wasn’t long before the Orcs gave up the chase and Merry sat you against a tree.

“They’re bleeding!” Merry alerted the rest of the Fellowship.

Legolas dropped in front of you, pushing your hands away from the wound. “I need a needle and thread.” He said, more like demanded. “Or a cloth to stop the bleeding.”

Aragorn ripped a piece of his shirt and handed it to Legolas, he snatched it and was quick to tie it around your wound. “I’ll need some herbs, in case the wound becomes infected.” Sam shuffled through his bag. “Luckily you should be able to walk but not run.”

You swore under your breath. “It seems the Orcs are watching us at all times.” You looked up at Aragorn. “What do we do?” You asked him.

“There may be another camp nearby.” Aragorn replied. “Boromir, Legolas, we need to search.”

“Someone should stay and protect the Hobbits.”

“Gimli is here and (Y/n) still has the strength to use their bow.”

“But what if they need to retreat? What will happen then?” Legolas still pressed, wanting to remain by your side. “We cannot put the Hobbits at risk, especially the ringbearer.”

“Gimli will be here, just go with them.” You told him.

“I will not.”

Aragorn was too annoyed to even put up an argument anymore. “Let us go then.”

When they were out of sight, you pushed his shoulder slightly. “What was that?” You asked him, confused out of your mind.

“Someone must be here to protect the Hobbits-”

“I know that, it would’ve been fine. They are taking care of the camp, the Orcs won’t be nearby to bother us.” You once again tried to explain to him. “What is going on with you? Are you still feeling guilty?”

“No-”

“Doesn’t seem like that.” Your breathing hitched as you attempted to stand.

Legolas grabbed your warm to stop you. “You cannot be moving at the moment. Give yourself time to relax.”

“It’s just a small cut!”

“A cut that could’ve killed you.”

You huffed. “What is going on with you Legolas?”

“Becoming reckless is one thing but hiding a serious injury that could have killed you is another. It makes me worry, it makes me question if you have more injuries you’ve hidden.”

“Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you about the wound. I didn’t think that it would mean so much for you.” You admitted.

“I worry, I worry every single day, every fight, during the night and during the daybreak. Will the morrow be the day where someone or something takes you from me?” His hand grazed over your wound. “I just want to know I’ve done everything and anything.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

“Just promise me, I do not care how small it is or how big, please do not hesitate to ask for help.”

You nodded. “I promise.”

© Intoxicated-Chan 2023, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.

[markleessodalite]

I Would Have: h.rj

content: a random conversation with your friend and ex-lover ends with you getting a harsh slap of reality... but in a way, you had it coming.

warnings: former fwb!renjun, angst, hurt/ no comfort, suggestive but not explicit, renjun is lowk funny but seriously there is no happy ending here, reader has fears about growing old, mentions of disability (?) that comes with aging

word count: 1k

a/n: why oh why... everytime I write for Renjun or Jeno it comes out angsty?? i just can't help myself hehe

“There was just… something about it that got to me. I don’t know.” You pull at the loose thread of your blouse sleeve, knowing you should leave it alone until you get home where you can just cut it off, but your mind was heavy somewhere else. 

Renjun simply nods, neither of you looking at each other. Staring ahead at the city lights visible from your mutual friend’s balcony. It wasn’t anything unnatural for the pair of you to escape from the heat and volume of the party inside for a few moments of genuine, friend to friend connection. Friends who have known each other for years, been through more than a few experiences together. 

You exhale deeply. “It made me sad to see it.” 

“Why?” Renjun crosses his arms lazily over his chest, his head resting against the back of his chair as he keeps looking toward the city. “Usually, seeing an elderly couple having lunch together would be heartwarming. Its cute.”

“He had to feed her.”

“So?”

“He had to feed her.”

“He loves her. Its nice.”

“There’s nothing nice about losing your motor skills, Renjun.” You playfully scold him like a kindergarten teacher, making him laugh through his nose. You smile, but it doesn’t hide the concern in your voice as you continue, “I know its sweet, but it still made me sad.” 

Renjun pauses. You start counting how many apartments in the next building over have those brightly-colored LED lights visible from their windows.

“Yeah, I guess its sad she can’t feed herself.”

“That’s not even the part that made me sad.”

“At least she has her husband to take care of her.”

“That’s the part that made me sad!” Your hands fly up in exaggeration before plopping back into your lap. 

Renjun looks at you, a little confused. Its the same look he’s given you before, many times over. You were always confusing to Renjun. At one point it was fascinating to him, a mystery, something he wanted to figure out, something he wanted to study day in and day out and become an expert on. He questioned your every word, your view on everything. 

Most of all, he questioned why you seemed so turned off by the idea of romance, but so incredibly on when it was just the two of you in a dark, cramped closet with nowhere to put your hands except all over each other. He’d wonder why you decided it was him you wanted to spend every night with, so secret and desperate with legs tied up in knots, but the thought of marriage or sharing a future with somebody made you want to throw up. He’d giggle to himself when his friends insisted there was something funny going on between you two, but he never found it funny when he’d wake up in the morning to you already long gone from his bed. 

“So… her having help made you sad? You’re kinda twisted.”

“That’s not what I meant!” You playfully slapped his arm. The sharp contact reminded Renjun very briefly of the way you used to touch him, the way he used to touch you, before you decided that you should never touch each other again and whatever funny thing you had going on was over. A decision you gave him no voice in. A touch you haven’t given to each other since. 

“Its great that she has that. I’ll never have that…” You pull the thread further out of your sleeve, watching as the seam becomes loose and unraveled. 

Renjun finally looks over at you and notices your path of destruction, reaching over and snapping the thread between his fingers to stop any further damage. “Sure you will, some day.”

“Shut up, Renjun,” you snap, “you said so yourself. I’ll never find someone who will stay with me.” You cross your arms in a huff, looking at your former friend- turned lover- turned just friend again, as he simply keeps watching the city. 

He couldn’t argue with you. He did say that. And he meant every word of it. You had played your little game with him, keeping him close enough to feel your red hot touch, but far enough to never really reach you. Demanding him in your moments of neediness and boredom, but ignoring him when he longed for something intimate and sweet. 

So when you finally drew your game to close, he made sure to tell you that your penchant for a dizzying push and pull would ensure that you stay alone forever, which seemed to be what you wanted anyway. 

“Is that what you want?” He asked, no emotion discernable in his expression. “Someone to take care of you?” 

“I can take care of myself.” You pull your knees up to your chest, making yourself even smaller on your friend’s flimsy patio chair. The night air doesn’t have any chill to it besides a refreshing summer breeze, yet you feel your body shaking. “But… what if one day I can't anymore? What if I need someone to help me do stuff? What if I can’t feed myself my own soup?”

“Then you’ll find a nursing home or something.”

“Why do other people get life partners and I get a random nurse?”

“That nurse will take care of you.”

“Yeah…” You sigh. “But they won’t care for me.” You wait for a response from your friend, hearing nothing but the frenzy of the house party just beyond the door behind you. You look at Renjun, his jaw noticeably clenched, his eyes focused on some vague obscurity in the distance. 

“Junnie?”

He looks at you. “You know I could have done that for you. I would have.”

“... I know.”

You do know. You know that he was head over heels for you. You know that he would have stayed by your side until the end of time. And you know full well that its too late for that now. 

Renjun doesn’t say another word. He doesn’t have to, you know what he’s thinking. How dare you refuse to spend an eternity with him, then complain about your eternity being lonely? He simply gets up from his chair, pats out his jeans a bit, and rejoins the party. Leaving you alone– something he said, and you knew, you’d always be.

[rook-laidir]

Random Rook Banter 2: Electric Boogaloo

These are all made up by me!

Part 1

Harding: You seriously expect me to believe that you just so happened to have the exact cards you needed for every hand?

Rook: You’re really not letting this go, huh?

Harding: If I can prove you cheated, you have to give me my gold back.

Rook: How do you plan on doing that?

Harding: Neve’s on it.

Rook: …Shit.

~~~

Rook: Ok, let’s say I did cheat. How much would I owe you?

Harding: Forty gold.

Rook: Forty gold?!

Harding: I talked to some of Neve’s friends. They said to add a fee for the inconvenience of getting cheated.

Rook: You went to the *Threads* about this?

Harding: Neve said if I want to get back at a scammer, I need to go to the experts.

Rook: I’m not a scammer!

~~~

Rook: Ok, Harding, here you go. 40 gold, fair and square.

Harding: My fee’s gone up.

Rook: Seriously?

Harding: Lucanis’s contract negotiator is really good.

~~~

Rook: So the Dalish, are other elves allowed to just join?

Davrin: Don’t tell me you’re thinking about spending your days living in the woods and herding halla.

Rook: Gods, no. I just knew someone who would’ve liked it a lot, I think.

Davrin: Most clans are pretty accepting of city elves who wanted to go back to the old ways. Not sure what the stance is now that our gods are trying to kill everything in sight.

Rook: Right, almost forgot about that.

~~~

Davrin: So why didn’t your friend go to any nearby clans? There are clans in Rivain, right?

Rook: Only a handful. And nowhere near where I grew up. My mother and I were along the coast, so there wasn’t really a forest to wander around in. She always wanted to visit one, though. Learn more about our heritage and all that.

Davrin: Not much of a heritage left nowadays.

Rook: Before or after our gods turned out to be the worst?

Davrin: I’ll let you know when I decide.

~~~

Rook: You know, just once I’d like to come to Dock Town without there being a corpse involved. Or at least a limit. Can we limit it to three corpses maximum next time?

Neve: You said you wanted the full tour.

Rook: I meant more along the lines of fried fish and stray cats and less blood magic and ritual sacrifice.

Neve: (laughs) Next time, I’ll make sure there are as few demons and blood magic as possible. Maybe we could actually enjoy The Cobbled Swan for a change.

Rook: It’s a date, Neve Gallus.

~~~

Neve: Rook, Dock Town’s my problem. You don’t have to keep coming here.

Rook: You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Gallus.

Neve: I meant with the slavery. The odds of you getting recognized are low, but…It can’t be easy coming back here after everything. I can keep you updated if you prefer.

Rook: There are people here exactly like me who are in chains because of their ears or their status or because they can’t use magic. I got out because I got lucky. I can’t leave them behind.

Neve: If we survive this, I’ll have a talk with Ashur. The Shadow Dragons could really use someone like you.

~~~

Emmrich: Rook, I had no idea you were so interested in ancient Nevarran burial rites!

Rook: Beg pardon?

Emmrich: Back at Blackthorne Manor, I noticed you slipping a first edition copy of Nevarran Burials and Customs into your pack. Had I known you had an interest, I would’ve gladly lent you my copy.

Rook: Oh, right, yeah, real interesting read.

Emmrich: In the future, I would recommend against touching any tomes without proper preparation. Most Nevarran books that ancient have various anti-thieving wards.

Rook: Wait, really?

Emmrich: Certainly. Books on burial rites can often make the owner see horrific visions, should the book be acquired by less than legal means.

Rook: Good to know. Hey, not related, but there’s a merchant in the Hall who might have some questions about that.

Emmrich: Oh dear…

[marjorieswrld]

Solo Trip (A Jude Bellingham Imagine) Part 2

Jude Bellingham x Mexican!femreader

It's specifically a Mexican reader but there's cute Jude moments on here I think everyone should have a read at :)

Click here to read Part 1!

contains: social media au & text messages!

wc: 6,571 (in total of pt. 1 & 2)

summary: Y/N goes away on a trip to Mexico much to Jude's dismay!

includes: suggestive content and sexting!

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I don't see much love for us Mexican and Brown girlies on here so I must deliver 🫡 I honestly had SO much fun writing and creating this, I hope you all enjoy it! I really connected to this post and poured out all my love and devotion to it!

~

meanwhile y/n and jude oblivious to the whole twitter situation: 

judebellingham posted a story

vinijr posted a story

back to twitter:

video: 

Guy in the photo talking to his friend

Guy in photo: “Ey, ey, ella que no es la novia de jude?” (Hey, hey, isn’t that jude’s girlfriend?) He points out starstruck, pointing at Y/N who was nearby. 

Friend: “¿Parece que sí es?”  (It seems like she is?) His friend replied recognizing her. 

Guy in photo: “Oye le pediré foto?” (Hey, should I ask her for a photo?) He nervously asks. “¡Tal vez me menciona a Jude!” (Maybe she’ll mention me to Jude!)

Friend: “¿estás bien hermano? ¡Tú crees que van a platicar de ti! Ay wey en realidad estas mal” (Are you good bro? You think they’re going to talk about you? Oh dude, you’re so wrong!) 

Guy: “callate! ¡No me arruines mis esperanzas! si hay hasta una pequeña posibilidad de que Jude simplemente escuche de mí por parte de t/n, ¡moriré feliz!” (Shut up! Don’t ruin my hopes! If there’s even a slight chance of Jude hearing of me from Y/N, I’ll die happy!) The boy smiled, determined to go up to Y/N. 

Friend: está bien, vamos (fine, let’s go)

The two boys appeared to walk, on video, towards Y/N. 

They tapped her on her shoulder once they had reached her. She turns around, appearing on camera. 

Y/N smiles kindly at them. 

Guy: Hola perdón por molestarte. Es que soy un gran fan de Jude. ¿Está bien si nos tomemos una foto? (Hey, sorry to bother you. It’s just that I’m a huge fan of Jude. Is it okay if we take a photo?)

Y/N smiled widely at the question. 

Y/N: “¡Claro!” (Of course!)

They both pose for the infamous photo and the friend retrieves it from the video. 

Guy: “Gracias t/n!” Te lo agradezco.” (Thank you Y/N! I appreciate it) The boy expresses. Y/N smiles and nods at the fan. 

Y/N: “¡Por nada! Tengan una bonita noche, que la disfruten!” (You’re welcome! Have a great night guys, enjoy it!) Y/N wishes, ready to part ways. 

Guy: “¡Me saludas a Jude, porfa!” (Say hello to Jude for me, please!) The guy pleads, causing Y/N to giggle at the interaction. 

Y/N: “Cuéntalo hecho!” (Count it as done!) Y/N smiles before walking away. Keeping her promise, later that night mentioning the encounter to Jude. 

Y/N leaves and the friend starts to scold his friend. 

Friend: “No manches! Salistes bien amargado en la foto wey!” (Seriously? You came out so bitter in the photo, dumbass!)

Guy: Es que estaba bien nervioso hermano. O sea es la novia de Jude Bellingham!” (It’s because I was so nervous, bro! I mean it’s Jude Bellingham’s girlfriend!) The boy exclaims to his friend. “¡Cómo crees que me sentia! Estoy por las nubes!”  (How do you think I felt? I’m over the moon!) 

Video ends

Back to Y/N & Jude: 

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yourusername en el coleadero y empolvada 🏇 dia seis! (in the coleadero [a horse sports event] and dusty 🏇 day six!) 

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yourmom you look so cute mija (darling)

yourusername thank you mami i love you! 💜

com1 she looks adorable in the first pic! 

com2 okay but the sky!!!

erling.haaland I didn’t expect Jude to last this long without you! I just know he’s hanging on by a thread 🤣 I hope you’re having a great time out there y/n/n 

com3 i’m dead erling 💀

judebellingham trust me mate I am not doing well

yourusername you know he’s the biggest baby erl!! Thank you ☺️

judebellingham you look hermosa! 

yourusername did you use google translate? 😂 but thank you bebe 🥰

com4 A+ for effort lmao 

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yourusername bailes en el rancho son mis favoritos! ya estamos listos para mañana 🥳 day 7 (dances at the ranch are my favorite! we’re ready for tomorrow 🥳) 

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yourusername before anyone mentions my cousin on the last pic, he took me out to dance bc I was the only one from my primas (female cousins) who was standing alone at the baile while the rest were dancing w their mans🥺 

com1 y/n better than me bc if my man didn’t know how to dance and I was at a baile I would be dancing!! not my fault my man don’t wanna learn 

com2 you look like so much fun! 

com3 the vibe in all of her daily dumps are EVERYTHING! 

com4 I miss mexico now 😩

primo.user (cousin.user) mi compañera de baile MAS favorita!! 💃🏼 (my MOST favorite dance partner!! 💃🏼) 

yourusername gracias por sacarme a bailar me moría de ganas (thank you for taking me out to dance, i was dying to dance!)

com5 Not y/n wanting to dance but couldn’t bc she’s a faithful woman! props to her cousin for standing up 👏 

judebellingham la mas chula 😘 (the prettiest 😘)

yourusername you got me blushing bellingham 🤭 i’m glad you’ve got the google translate app installed 

com5 not jop in the likes

com7 fr, first peso now jop

com8 jop didn’t have it in him to leave a comment like peso pluma thooo

com9 damn they’re already pregaming for the feria (festival) tomorrow  

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yourusername sabado de gloria was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 mi mexico querido, el pais con tradiciones increibles 🥹 (saturday of glory was one for the books ❤️‍🔥 my beloved mexico, the country with incredible traditions 🥹)

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com1 okay bc Jude with a Mexican girlfriend was something I never expected but they’re so cute together!!! 💗

com2 the cultural difference between them is mind blowing but i kinda like it

com3 okay it’s been a week we need Jude and Y/N back together ASAP

judebellingham mi niña bonita 😍 I hope you’re having a blast darling! 

yourusername the spanish better not stop when I get home because it’s so cute! 

judebellingham i’m thanking google translate rn 🙏🏽

com4 that last pic is so aestheticly pleasing

com5 okay now I understand why Y/N had to go to Mexico!! That looks like sm fun

com6 fr i was like why would she ever leave Jude but I see why now

com7 her outfit and boots are so cute 🤩

Y/N’s POV: 

I spread my limbs throughout the comfy bed but not as comfortable as the one awaiting me back home. My eyes flutter open, as I bask in my last morning in Mexico. 

The morning sun shining through the window, brightening up the room. I take one last look through the window, the tree tall and green, dogs laying out on the ground, the pretty plants and the great range of mountains surrounding the rancho. 

I let out a deep sigh as I sat up in bed, a mixed emotion about leaving this place. Leaving the peaceful and warm lifestyle that is Mexico was always heart wrenching but my skin tingles at the thought of going back home. Not a home, like a house or a place but Jude. Jude is my home. 

I smiled at the thought of him and a warmth at my core enlights. 

A home cooked meal was already awaiting me in the kitchen and family slowly started filling my grandparents' home to say their goodbyes. 

I frown at the thought of leaving them but I know life would never be the same if I stayed. 

The time is approaching to my last minutes with everyone. An emotional goodbye to the animals, the beautiful home that holds many wonderful memories, and of course to all of my family especially my grandparents. 

“Te amamos mija. Ya sabes que aqui siempre esta tu casa, (we love you darling. You know that you’ll always have your home here” My grandma tells and we pull each other into a tight hug. 

I wipe the tears that we are threatening to spill. 

“Hasta luego muñeca que dios la bendiga! (Until next time doll god bless you!)” My grandpa expressed as he kissed my cheek, pulling me into his arms. 

After all the goodbyes, my uncle started the truck and loaded my luggages. 

On our way to the airport I watched the landscapes contentedly and whispered my goodbyes to the familiar roads. 

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[Birthday] Shino (April 14th, 2025)

Twitter thread | Bluesky thread

Thanks for the lemonade. It's just what I needed after all this training. Want some? You've been standing there watching me all this time. Aren't you tired? Heh, of course I could feel you looking my way. It's not like you were trying to hide it, you know.

Birthday morning

Shino: You said we can do whatever I want today, right?

Shino: Then, you should come watch me train. I want to show you some real cool moves I’ve been practicing.

Shino: Prepare to be blown away!

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Shino: … Heath, do you want to go to the party together? …Heck yeah. My birthday won’t be complete without you by my side. …I gotta find Cain and thank him later. …No, it’s nothing. Come on, the party’s about to start.

Faust: Happy birthday, Shino. I noticed you’ve become rather studious lately, and as a result, your grades have improved as well. Keep up the good work. …Heh, I have to give credit where it's due.

Heathcliff: Today’s your special day Shino, so feel free to ask for anything you want. As long as it’s within my capabilities, of course… You want to go to the party together? …How can I say no! Let’s eat and laugh to our hearts’ content and make tonight a birthday to remember.

Nero: ‘appy birthday, Shino. Ya sure have a way with words, but sometimes ya gotta take a step back an’ indulge yer childhood self. ‘Ere’s some warm soup for ya. Now, ya better drink up an’ go to bed, or you’ll never grow taller than me.

Oz: ...Is it Shino’s birthday today? He came up to me and declared he would defeat me one day… That boy knows where his strength lies, and he’s determined to grow stronger. He’s far from being on par with me, but he’ll undoubtedly become a powerful wizard in the future.

Arthur: Happy birthday, Shi– Whoa, where did you find this beetle? It’s huge! It must’ve come all the way from the depths of the forest to wish you a happy birthday. …Right, I came to find you to do just that too! Happy birthday!

Cain: It’s gonna be fine, don’t sweat it! Just go up to Heath and tell him you wanna celebrate your birthday together. He’s gonna fold immediately, bet! Now, take deep breaths a–nd off you go! …Those two never change, do they?

Riquet: Master Sage, look! Shino and Heathcliff are heading to the dining hall together. It seems like they’ve made up. Cain and I were a bit worried, but thankfully, it ended well. After all, there’s nothing more precious than celebrating your birthday with your best friend.

Snow: For his birthday, Shino requested a joint lesson with us Northern wizards, so we're consulting with Faust about it. Knowing each other’s homeland is more important now than ever after all. Our present will come a bit late, but we hope Shino will be pleased with the results.

White: Not only is Shino interested in a lesson with the Northern wizards, but with the Southern ones as well. He’s taking his studies very seriously these days, so they're holding a special classroom lecture for him later. Oh, how we look forward to seeing his continued growth!

Mithra: Happy birthday, Shino. Say, your magical artefact is quite impressive. Could I try holding it for a bit? …Hmm, I didn’t expect it to be so small since it always looks massive next to you. Well, regardless, it’s still a cool weapon to have. 

Owen: Happy birthday, Shino. I have a very special guest I’d like you to meet. It’s my dear Cerberus. He’s not as loyal to his master as you are, so I’d like him to learn a trick or two from a well-behaved dog such as yourself.

Bradley: If ya really wanna impress yer elders, it ain’t enough to jus’ keep bumpin’ up yer age. Ya gotta make the most outta every opportunity an’ put in the effort to grow. Kiddos like you are always lookin’ for that approval, yeah? …Eh? Yer past that age already?

Shylock: Welcome in, Shino. I made you a special birthday drink using orange juice and a touch of bitter herbs to give it an alcoholic taste. You’ll have to get used to the flavour eventually should you want to drink one day. Worry not, I also have a palette cleanser prepared.

Murr: Here’s your present! A lapis lazuli amulet made by yours truly! Even a real go-getter like yourself can feel lost from time to time, right? Well, this amulet can help ya find your way when ya need it! Probably! …Ahaha, got your attention?

Chloe: Isn’t Shino just so~ badass? It’s like nothing can bring him down… OMG wait, this is giving me so much inspiration! I feel like I could make him a ton of new outfits right now! Wouldn't that be an awesome birthday gift!?

Rustica: You and I once had a discussion on love, did we not? Now that you’re older, I’d love to tell you my own love story. I’ll set a table for us, brew a pot of tea, and prepare some suitable music… That sounds like a lot of trouble? Well, love can be quite troublesome.

Figaro: There’s a cafe around here that makes delicious lemon pies, so I could take you sometime. I do know a thing or two about sweets after all. ...Is it really so surprising that I’m up-to-date with where the youths like to hang-out? I am a youth myself, I’ll have you know.

Rutile: Here you go, Shino! I saved the best cut of meat for the birthday boy! …Ahaha, you got me. Heath was the one who asked me to do this since he thought you’d just give it back if he came himself. Look, he keeps sneaking glances at us, so you should accept it for him!

Lennox: Happy birthday, Shino. I hear you’ve been taking your studies seriously as of late. I’m sure Lord Faust has been very happy to see you challenging yourself. ...Now, I should challenge myself and learn how to smile? Haha, I’ll do my best too, then. 

Mitile: Hey, Mister Shino, why don’t we take a study break here and head to the cafe? Since it’s your birthday, I want to treat you to something! I probably can’t afford the most expensive cake on the menu… But hopefully, I’ve saved enough for the second most! 

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What Ever I Want

18+ Dubcon/noncon Poly relationship. Billy x Stu x F!Reader. Vaginal sex, fingering, PWP, abusive relationships, emotional manipulation.

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“Stay,” Billy’s arms are tight around your waist, keeping you firmly pinned in his lap. “Stay here with me.”

“Bill c’mon,” you thread your fingers through his hair, trying gently to tug his head away from where he’s buried it in your chest. ”It’s only for a few hours. I won’t be out that late.”

 “No. You didn’t ask permission.” There’s definitely a pout in his tone and you bite back a smile. “Did you ask Stu?”

“Why do I need to ask either of you?” You huff, your smile dropping. “I’m not a kid. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want you know. Like an adult.”

He doesn’t speak and you feel a flutter of embarrassment at your attempt to tease him.  “No I didn’t tell Stu,” You emphasize the word but you don’t think he cares about the distinction. “You know what he’s like I-,”

Billy gives you a questioning hum, amusement clear as he mumbles into your shirt. “Scared of the big bad Stu?”

“No.” You pause, letting your nails scratch over his scalp. “Just after the party last week he’s been-,”

“He was hurt, you got angry at him.”

“Oh come on! He was hurt?? He was flirting with someone right in front of me!”

“He was only flirting with her because she looked like you.”

“That’s,-“ You don’t know what to say to that. “We’re not talking about this again.” You blink, pushing the memory back down. “Can I go now?” You tug at his hair again, a little more forceful this time. “Billy seriously let go.”

“Stay in with me,” he buries his face back into your chest, arms tightening around you like he’s trying to fuse the two of you together. “Please.”

Guilt churns in your stomach, making you feel slightly nauseous. “I’ll be an hour tops.”

“Fine,” he says, arms dropping from around your waist and leaving you feeling a little cold. “You can do what you want, right? Whatever, whenever.”

“Don’t be like this.” Wincing slightly as he throws your words back at you.

 “Like what?”

“I’m not choosing them over you, you know that.” You lean in and kiss him on the cheek, he responds with a slight tilt of his head but doesn’t speak.

You try again, desperate to have some kind of positive response from him, kissing next to the corner of his mouth. He tilts his head a little further and you accept the offer, trailing you lips over his jaw down to his neck, nipping gently at his skin.

Billy pulls your hair firmly, detaching you from his neck with a slight frown. “Do not give me a hickey bunny.”

“Sorry.” You hold his gaze. “I-,”  Shit. You don’t want to go, not with the way he’s looking at you but you know you should. You were getting the feeling that you weren’t making the best impression with the rest of your co-workers despite Randy’s reassurances. Tonight was supposed to be an opportunity for you to try and get to know them better. “Billy-,” He flinches, just the barest hint of movement but it’s enough for you to change your mind in an instant. “I don’t really need to go I guess.”

Billy searches your face before his grip softens, keeps his fingers loosely looped around the back of your neck.

“Thank you,” Billy murmurs, letting his eyes flutter shut as you kiss tentatively across his mouth. “but not sure I forgive you yet.”

“No?” You press another flurry of kisses across his face, ignoring your disappointment in favour of trying to cheer him up. “How about now?”

He hums and you take that as a yes, moving your hands to cup his face as you lean forward to lick the tip of his nose.

“Bunny and Billy sitting in a tree…-, ”

Billy pulls back at Stu’s singing and you slump down into the sofa beside him with a disappointed sigh, only just catching the bag of popcorn that’s thrown at your head.

“Where you going looking all Julia Roberts?”

You’re not sure if that’s a compliment or not. “It was a work night out, but I’m-,”

“On your own? in the middle of the night?”

“It’s not even half 6 yet but I’m no-,”

 “Not allowed.”

You clenched your jaw. “Jesus If you’d let me finish,” Stu half bows, hand out in front  of him waving you on to continue. “I’m not going, so we don’t need to argue about it.”

“Don’t get snappy with me, I just go here.”

“I’m not-,” You take a deep breath. “Sorry, I’m just hungry, we were going for a meal so I’ve not eaten yet.”

Stu is still, watching you silently with a slight tilt of his head like he’s looking for something. “That time of the month again?”

You bite back your words, aware he was deliberately needling at you. “Yeah it is, so what?”

He grins at you, bending down to rest his hands on the back of the sofa, caging you in. “Liar.”

“How do you know I’m lying? Are you saying you know my cycle?” You’re impressed and a little unnerved but still accept the clumsy kiss he presses against your mouth.

“I know everything about you bunny.”

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You stretched your legs, sliding your toes under Stu’s thigh, shifting your weight to get comfier on Billy’s lap. The movie had ended a while ago but none of you had moved, a mixture of lethargy and contentment in being entwined together on Stu’s couch keeping you all held in place.

“Stop moving.”

“Sorry, sorry.”  You look up at him but his eyes are closed, half dozing as his fingers run idly through your hair.

You let your eyes close too, content and cosy enough to let yourself drift into a light doze between the two of them, the sound of Stu flicking through a comic book oddly soothing.

“Bunny, bunny,” Stu’s fingers tap incessantly over your calf, interrupting the comfy doze you found yourself in.

“I’m sleeping.”

“But are you?”

“What?” You forced yourself to open your eyes as he crawled up over you, his body heat making it difficult to keep them open. “Am I what? Sleeping?”

With a sigh, he leaned down, the shirt you’d borrowed from him was too big, constantly hanging off one shoulder, and he buried his face into the bare crook of your neck.

He stifled a throaty groan, ignoring the way his cock twitched behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants, instead he focused his attention on you, pressing a couple of kisses across the side of your neck.

“No dumbass,” He rolls his eyes. ”You never answered Billy’s question. Are you scared of the big bad Stu?”

You give a little halfhearted huff of amusement, but it fades quickly. He doesn’t sound amused, but he doesn’t sound upset either. There’s nothing in his tone at all.

“No?” you slowly told him. “I’m not scared of you.”

“I think you’re lying to me,” he interrupted, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Do you get scared of Billy?”

“I-,” your mind ran rampant, trying to figure out if it was better to lie or not. “I just-,” You close your eyes, letting your fingers fiddle with the buttons on his shirt, hoping the touch will placate him a little. “I’m not scared of you,” you slowly told him again, voice quiet, deciding a little truth might appease him. “Just sometimes you’re a little overwhelming.”

That’s the wrong thing to say, you know it as Billy’s thigh tenses under your head.

“Uh oh bunny, you’re in trouble now.” Billy half singsongs as he tugs lightly at your hair. “Overwhelming?” His eyebrow raised as he shares a look with Stu. “Isn’t that just another word for scared?”

Stu shrugs, letting his mind wander as he watches your expression. Wonders if you’ve ever thought about what he could do to you if he cared less than he does. You’re like his dolls, so easily broken and you don’t even know it.

“I’m not-,” Your denial gets cut off as Stu's lips meet yours in a rough kiss, his hand moving to hold the side of your face. You could feel him, half hard already as his hips ground down against you, making you whimper in response.

It turns him on and annoys him with how much you trust him, how he can step over your boundaries so easily and know with a hundred percent certainty that you’d still forgive him. Somehow he has managed to wrap you completely around his little finger. When he’s fucking his fist to the most depraved thoughts about you, imagining that look of betrayal turning back into one of trust and forgiveness gets him off so fucking fast it's embarrassing.

“Desperate,” Stu murmured into the kiss as you whined again. “That why you wanted to go out? Find someone to fuck?”

You broke the kiss, hurt by his words. “You have to ruin it every time.”

“Hey don’t pull away,” He tries to kiss you again but you turn away. “Bunny, it’s not nice to tease me, running your foot up and down my thigh, getting me all riled up and then wanting to stop?”  He grabbed your chin, turning you back to face him, grip firm enough to make you wince as he forced your head back down against Billy’s thigh.

 “I wasn’t teasing you.” You hadn’t been teasing him, not like that, You had wiggled your toes a couple of times sure but that was hardly suggestive. A choked sound escaped you as you pushed against his chest to no avail. “Get off.”

“You always tease me. But you can do whatever you want, whenever you want,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear. “Wasn’t that what you said? So can I.”

“Fuck off.” You spat the words, torn between keeping him happy and just getting him off you. “I don’t want to play this game tonight.”

Billy hadn’t said anything, and you felt frozen as Stu completely caged you in, his gaze running over your face before breaking into a grin. “Just kidding.”

“Get off Stu,” you push against his chest again, hurt fresh by Billy’s huff of laughter. “This is not fucking funny.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I wouldn’t hurt you bunny,” He leaned back down to give you a chaste kiss on the cheek, completely unphased by your attempts to push him away. “you’re cute when you’re scared.”

“Wow thanks so much.” You wanted to cry. This was no longer feeling like one of their games, albeit the usual unfair ones where they never told you the rules or that there was even a game being played.  “Billy help me out here,” you turned to look up at him, desperate for some backup.

 “Give it a rest both of you,” Billy frustratingly groaned and you felt a flutter of hope. “You two have been bickering all night.”

“Come on I’m sorry,” Stu nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses pressed against the column of your throat. “Just a bad joke.”

You tried to turn away but Billy was quick to catch you, his thumb stroking the side of your jaw as he lifted your chin a little. A tilt of his head that had that one lock of hair falling over his eye.

“bad joke bunny, that’s all.” His fingers stroke through your hair softly. “Just kiss and make up so I can go back to sleep.”

You didn’t particularly want to, but as was happening more often you felt outnumbered and so confused that you kissed Stu back without hesitation when his lips pressed to yours again. With Billy seemingly so nonchalant you were starting to doubt your awareness of the situation, maybe you had been more touchy and teasing that you thought you’d been. You had been half asleep after all.

As uncomfortable as you are, your body works against your mind as Stu touches you. He knows where to touch, to kiss, to press his teeth to have your arousal flickering to life. thighs relaxing and letting him press flush against you as he hooked your leg around him.

The heavy make out didn’t last long, Stu as ever too eager to be inside of you to stop at just kissing. His hands slipping under your t-shirt and pushing it up over your hips, giving a small hum of approval as Billy let go of your jaw to slide underneath the fabric, warm hand cupping your breast. It makes you shiver and his thumb gently brushing your nipple distracts you away from the sight of Stu struggling with his zipper until the sound of him harshly spitting and the clumsy brush of wet fingers as he shoves your panties to the side draws your attention back to him.

He spits again, catching it between his fingers before stroking down his cock, leaning forward to press against you.

He doesn’t ease his way inside, he shoves, impatient. Left over arousal from making out with Billy made it only slightly less painful but it still hurt enough to make you hiss in discomfort. “You’re so tight, you know that?” he groaned, and you parted your legs more, muscles clamping down around him as he drove himself even deeper. “C’mon bunny, let me in.”

You whined as he kept going, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he shuddered. “Don’t squirm bunny, shit.”

Billy huffed at his words, but he didn’t make any comment as his hips rocked slightly up against the back of your head. You shuddered at that, your nails digging into Stu’s arm and he paused only a moment before he withdrew with a curse.

“Stay still bunny,” He’s hunched between your legs, and you can’t do anything but watch as strokes himself vigorously, groaning and bucking into his own hand to the sight of you limp and still beneath him.

“Gonna cum to you,” he pants, his palm twisting and squeezing around his cock so tightly it looks painful. “good little doll.” The last word is moaned, and he shudders around it. He’s unusually quiet when he cums, white, milky streaks splattering over your stomach and trickling down your sides. He keeps a hand on his cock as he rests back on his thighs, keeping the other lightly on your shin, his fingers tracing up over your skin.  It takes a moment for you to register what he’s doing, his fingers smearing through the cooling cum on your stomach as he writes his name.

“That was fast.”

“Tight squirmy little pussy dude,” Stu shrugs. “You try not busting too early.”

Billy snorts, pushing him backwards by the shoulder while sitting up and forcing you to move with him. “I like taking my time,” He licks his lips as he drops to the floor, on his knees between your legs and the arousal grows tenfold despite the growing feeling of disconnection. “Make her wet and dripping for me.”

“Billy,” His name is more of a moan as he pushes you back down into the sofa. Unsure if you want him to touch you or not, everything had happened so fast you felt like you were not entirely present, the sudden thought you were dreaming looping round the forefront of your mind.

“Relax I’ll look after you bunny.”

You nod as he brushes his knuckles over your inner thigh. He always had and there felt no need to doubt him now, holding your breath as he lent in. He draws his tongue along your slit and your whole body jerks. He’s slow, methodical, savouring you as his tongue swirls almost idly around your clit.

You bite your lip, torn between watching him and just closing your eyes and letting your mind drift and losing yourself to the pleasure.

Fingers brush over you before just barely pushing in, thumb replacing his tongue as he presses firmly against your clit. The sudden increase of pleasure overrides the embarrassment at the loud wet sucking sound as he crooks his fingers.

“Hear that? That’s the kind of pussy you want to fuck,” Billy mouths at the skin on your inner thigh as he talks, feel him smile at Stu’s answering grunt. But you can’t do much other than moan as his fingers flex quicker, finding that spot that makes you cry out his name. “C’mon Bunny, give it to me.”

He fingers move faster as you moan, pleasure building quickly under his practised fingers, hips bucking and grinding as you fuck yourself on them.

“Is he better at that than me?” Stu moans, he has one hand around his cock, the other under your t-shirt squeezing at your breast. You’re not sure you could answer that even if you had an answer. Their techniques were vastly different. “Maybe we could make a competition out of it, see who can make you make the bigger mess.”

You're close, so so close, and his words help push you over the edge as Billy sucks hard at your clit with a twist and flex of his fingers. One hand grasping into his hair as your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. Clenching around him as he fucks you through your orgasm until your almost sobbing for him to stop, grabbing on to Stu’s hand under your shirt and forcing him to squeeze you so tightly you know you’re going to have bruises.

You're over sensitive as he finally stops, hips jerking as his fingers slip wetly out of your cunt. He looks smug, and you keep Stu’s hand pressed against your breast like some kind of anchor as you watch him offer Stu his wet glistening fingers.  The way Stu groans as he sucks the taste of you has you clenching hard around nothing, a roll of your hips that has Billy looking back down at you.

“See, worth the effort right?” Billy he tugs at his zipper, finally pulling his wet hand away from Stu’s mouth to wrap around the base of his cock.

He strokes his hand up and down as he steps closer and you lean forward instinctively, hand reaching out with the need to touch him. He shakes his head at the exact same time Stu playfully slaps your hand down.

“Just your mouth, Bunny.”

[sixeyesonathiel]

Honestly I can't complain about Suguru because if we're being fair Satoru's decisions killed a lot of people too, if he had cremated Suguru's body like Shoko wanted Kenjaku wouldn't have been able to do the culling games and saving Yuji was what ended up killing him and everyone else who died because of Sukuna, and that's something I like about JJK all actions have consequences even the ones that are well intentioned.

It's very easy to hate Sukuna and Kenjaku and blame them for everything but the only reason they were able to do everything they did was because of Satoru's decisions. I love Satoru, he's my favorite character and I even have a tattoo of him but I think more people in the fandom should sit down and think about what I just said.

listen up and listen real close, because i am hanging on by a thread, and that thread is made of pure unfiltered satoru-shaped love, blind loyalty, and several decades of unresolved rage.

yeah, jujutsu kaisen is about consequences. yes, even the good intentions burn down the house sometimes. but if you’re gonna sit there and go “hmm satoru’s decisions killed a lot of people too” as if that’s somehow on the same tier as kenjaku’s full-scale war crimes or suguru’s descent into incel cult leader territory?? i’m sorry, are we watching the same show or are you just looking for reasons to blame the man who carried the entire jujutsu world on his six eyes and infinity-coated back??? be so for real. you're really going to put a man who wanted to break the cycle in the same bucket as someone who actively perpetuated suffering? GET A GRIP AND PREPARE FOR A WHOLE LECTURE BELOW.

first of all, suguru. suguru geto. i cannot express how much i loathe him without spontaneously combusting and launching myself into the sun. that man is evil with a skincare routine and a god complex so bloated it needs its own curse rating. he chose to become a murderer. he chose to kill innocent people. he chose to form a cult and feed off the admiration of the vulnerable while talking about “monkeys” like he wasn’t two brain cells away from becoming a reddit mod. and now you seriously wanna go, “well satoru didn’t cremate him so technically he’s responsible for kenjaku”? EXCUSE ME??? satoru was grieving. he stood over the body of his best friend—and in that moment, he broke. not because he’s stupid, not because he’s careless, but because he’s human. you really think he was sitting there going “ah yes let’s leave this body pristine in case an ancient sorcerer wants to play dress-up later”? NO. he was mourning. show some respect. show some human empathy. you can’t hold someone’s pain against them like that unless you’ve never lost someone you loved.

and now you’re saying “well saving yuji got everyone killed too”—baby, i’m gonna need you to pause, breathe, and reevaluate EVERYTHING you think you know. saving yuji was not some selfish power trip. it wasn’t satoru going “teehee i’m bored let’s adopt a sukuna bomb.” he saw a kid willing to die to protect someone else. a kid who took a cursed object into his own body not for power, not for glory, but because he wanted to save someone. and the higher-ups? they were ready to kill him without a second thought. satoru said no. satoru said, “maybe, just maybe, we don’t have to keep killing children to maintain this garbage system.” and you’re mad about that??? sukuna’s fingers didn’t vanish if yuji died. someone else would’ve eaten them. someone worse. someone who wouldn’t have fought back. but yuji did. satoru tried. and that’s the crime, apparently?? sparing a life instead of feeding it to a machine built to erase people like they’re nothing?? that’s what y’all are mad at??? girl, be serious. how can you look at a man trying to protect the only flicker of resistance against a rotten world and go, “actually this is his fault”?? 😐

yes, satoru is flawed. and THANK GOD for that. those flaws is what made him human. he was the only one trying to change the cycle. he was the only one out here fighting not just curses, but the entire system. he didn’t manipulate. he didn’t betray. he didn’t slaughter people because he gave up. he had hope. and if you can’t tell the difference between that and the people who actively made choices to hurt, then idk what to tell you. kenjaku planned this for centuries. suguru gave into his hatred. sukuna is a demon with no loyalty to anyone but himself. and satoru? he was trying to build something. protect something. save someone. that’s not the same league. hell, it’s not even the same sport. y’all are trying to measure thunderstorms and tsunamis with a rain gauge and calling it balance.

this whole “everyone has consequences” thing is true, but CONSEQUENCES AREN’T CULPABILITY. intent matters. context matters. if you think satoru being unable to cremate suguru in a moment of pain means he’s at fault for the culling games, then idk, should we also blame people for being scammed because they trusted someone once?? this is a tragedy. and you’re trying to turn it into a morality play where everyone gets the same sentence regardless of motive, regardless of pain. that’s not analysis, that’s moral laziness dressed up in edgy discourse.

and god, the way the system failed him. the whole tengen thing, the higher-ups, all the ancient rotten power clinging to relevancy—they made the world into a cursed pressure cooker, and satoru still tried to fix it. by himself. because no one else would. he was out here holding the sky up while everyone beneath him either prayed for his failure or stabbed him in the back. 

i love satoru. i love him to an unhealthy, legally questionable degree. i would gnaw through a steel beam for him. i would elbow drop god if god disrespected him. and if you think i’m just gonna sit here while people twist the story to act like he “deserved” what happened to him?? ABSOLUTELY NOT. satoru didn’t die because he was wrong. he died because he was right, and the world couldn’t handle it. they broke the only person who had the power and heart to change things, and now they want to blame him for their mess?? no. never. not on my watch.

satoru wasn’t the problem. he was the only one who ever tried to be the solution. give the man his flowers. hell, give him the whole damn garden 😠