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what matters / daniel ricciardo

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day 10: weight (part of one-word november prompts!)

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: mention of a dead parent.

summary: the season has been too tough on your boyfriend. you decide to take him on a roadtrip.

inspired lightly by

"what's on your mind today, love?"

since arriving at your house ahead of the austin gp, dan had been weird. in fact, weird would've been an understatement: he seemed to be on a completely different place, like even if he was there physically, his mind was somewhere else. you could almost see how his wheels where turning inside his head from where you were, cuddled into his chest as you two layed on the couch watching some movie that you weren't truly paying attention to.

"next year, baby." you felt how his jaw tensed, so you redirected your hands that where previously massaging his hair, to his jawline, trying to ease some tension. he continued short after. "I think it'll be best to take a sabbatical. it all got so heavy lately, I'm not enjoying it like I used to. I honestly think I can't take it anymore". he looked broken, and whats worse is that you didn't know how to truly help him. even though you knew eachother for some time now, dan had always this bubbly personality that made it seem like he was always alright. so now, seeing him look so hopeless, you didn't know what he truly needed from you: if he wanted someone to be by his side when things went sour, or if he preferred to get some space. so you went by what your gut was telling you to do.

"can I take some weight?" you whispered, almost inaudibly. he had heard you, but didn't understand your question at first until you clarified what you meant. "if it's heavy, love, can I take some weight?". he smiled at your suggestion, and nodded his head, his body relaxing from below yours. after a few seconds, you added "do you trust me?"

"of course, baby".

—

so you woke him up at 5 am sharp. he had fallen asleep a few hours before, but you couldn't truly fall asleep as your thoughts were racing. what can I do to make him forget about all of this, at least for a day?

then, you thought about what you did when things got too much back when you were young. since your mother's death when you were little, your dad had always been there to recognize your signals when it was all getting a bit too heavy: how you closed off suddenly, how you didn't focus too much in school, how your weren't truly there with him, even when your body was in the same room. he used to take you on long trips across the country, seeing new places you haven't seen before. he thought that connecting again with nature was the key to bringing you back to the version of yourself that didn't hide inside herself. so you thought that, maybe, that's what dan needed: a little trip to clear his mind.

"what time is it, baby?" he asked groggily, still with his eyes closed while patting the side of the bed where you were supposed to be. instead, you were too busy moving across the whole room, getting both his things and yours ready for the trip. "early. I want to go on a trip, love, let's go".

so that's how your day went.

you two, in the car, for hours. sometimes in silence, enjoying eachothers presence, sometimes singing to songs together, out of tune but laughing about it. stopping at the side of the road to enjoy the view, taking pictures of things dan found interesting with his new hobbie: his camera, a gift from lando.

after a while, with his camera roll full of pictures, new memories created and hearts growing twice its size, you two came back home after a day filled with anything that didn't include racing and the overwhelming thought of what the future might hold.

at last, you two where back where it all started: on the couch, enjoying some cuddles and watching mindlessly a film. after a few minutes just sharing gentle touches and snuggles, your boyfriend softly whispered "thank you for today. it reminded me that i still have other things to look forward to, a life, outside of f1. I'm not just a racing driver. I'm also a son, a brother, a boyfriend, now a photographer" he laughed at the last one, trying to joke a bit to lighten up the mood, to avoid getting too into it.

"I still need to enjoy and live my life. thanks for taking off some of the weight, for reminding me of what matters, baby."

you smiled at that, and lifted your head from his chest to look at him, fully. "I'm always here, dan. don't doubt it for a second".

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Law & Love Chapter 16

Cordi swipes the dishes to the floor with one arm as he lifts and sits me onto the wooden table with the other, his lips never leaving mine.

When I had decided to come to Texas for a visit during the power outage back in Helena, I hadn’t realized his whole family would be gone on their annual camping trip. The only reason Cordell was still in Austin was because the Rangers had gotten a break in a case and he was required to be nearby.

We have the whole ranch to ourselves, no prying eyes or fear of being interrupted and we are taking full advantage of that. I have missed Cordell much more than I care to admit. He has become a drug and I was addicted.  

Cordi’s hands roam my body as mine do the same. The muscles of his biceps are sinewy and firm; the veins prominent through his t-shirt.

His lips slide across my jaw and down to the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I throw my head back, giving him more room to explore. The scruff on his face is coarse against my skin but I relish the burn. I want to feel it elsewhere; I want to have his head between my thighs.

Cordell slowly kisses across my exposed shoulder, his deft fingers gently pulling the strap of my sundress down my arm as his lips follow. 

"God Y/N," he murmurs as he repeats his actions on the other side. "I've missed you."

He pulls back and our eyes meet; his pupils almost conceal his hazel irises. The look of desire and longing is prominent in his features. 

"I'm here now," I whisper as I let the top of my dress fall to my waist, revealing my bare chest. "Use me as you wish."

My words apparently flip a switch in the tall Texan because he growls low before he presses his face into my bosom, pushing until my back hits the tabletop.

Cordell wastes no time in cupping my breasts in his hand as his licks and nips the skin of my cleavage. His large hands massage my tits before he pinches my nipples between his finger and thumb. My back arches off the table as I cry out my pleasure.

"I can't wait to be inside you again," he says as his hands leave my chest and slide down my abdomen. "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now on my Mama and Daddy's table. Okay?"

I whimper at his words, biting my bottom lip as I nod. I know I'm already ruining the wood with my slick dripping onto it.

When Cordell flips my skirt up, he stops and his eyes widen before squinting and looking up at me. "Have you been like this the whole time?"

I nod again, a small smile on my face.

"While we cooked dinner and talked, this pretty little pussy was bare? All I had to do was put my hand up your skirt and feel it?"

"Yea," I answer breathlessly as I watch him look back down at my most intimate part.

"So," he says as he slides his forefinger around my labia, barely touching my skin. "You - planning to seduce me? What if my family had been home?" He inquires, coming to the apex of my lips and stopping. 

I shrug because truthfully I didn't have a good answer. I had taken a chance and it just happened to work out in my favor.

"Oh so lil miss pantyless can't defend herself huh? Well, what should we do about that?" Cordi questions and he cups my mound. Before I can respond, he pulls his hand away and slaps it back against my cunt.

I practically levitate off the table. My body is in overdrive. I never knew something like that would feel so……..good. I am having an out of body experience as I hear myself moan wantonly.

“Oh, somebody likes that,” Cordi chuckles before doing it again. I am completely out of my mind delirious as I can feel my muscles contract around nothing and my pussy getting wetter.

My eyes snap open as Cordell spreads my legs and presses his face into me, using his tongue to open my lips and lick at my entrance. 

“Mmm, tasty,” he mumbles into me before he latches onto my vibrating clit and sucks. I scream at the sensation and slap a hand over my mouth. He laughs before pulling away. “We are miles and miles from another house Y/N, be as fucking loud as you want. Scream my name,” he says as he goes back to eating my out; this time adding a finger into the mix, wiggling the tip against my entrance before pressing into me. 

“Fuck Cordell,” I pant, my fingers tangled in his hair. “Oh god. That feels good.”

Cordell adds another finger in me and starts pumping his hand in and out as he sucks and licks my clit. I can feel the coil in my stomach twisting tighter and tighter and I know I am going to soak his family’s dining table. And I have absolutely no qualms about it. 

When Cordi adds the third finger and the stretch of it burns, I whimper but it doesn’t faze him. He continues his actions, beginning to nip at my swollen bud. As soon as he touches that spongy spot with his fingers, I see stars and my scream probably scares the horses in the barn outside. 

My whole body is shaking and my legs feel like jello as I come back to my senses. I once again open my eyes to see the tall Texas Ranger looking down at me, his fingers still lodged inside my pussy.

“Fuck Y/N. You squirted all over me, the table and the floor,” he says with awe in his voice.

“Sor-sorry,” I pant, feeling a bit embarrassed but Cordell just laughs. 

“Don’t apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he says as he leans forward and captures my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue and smile.

“I’m so hard, I could probably carve marble,” he mumbles. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Please?” I beg.

It takes him no time in getting his belt undone and his jeans down his long legs. The monster I met before slaps up against his stomach as he pulls his boxers down and my mouth salivates. I’d almost-almost-forgotten what he was packing. 

“So it’s still okay to go bareback?” he asks, his hand wrapping around his massive dick.

“I’m on birth control and clean,” I say. 

“Okay,” he nods and then steps back between my thighs, lining up with my core.

The stretch of my pussy around his cock is magnificent. I can feel every ridge and vein as he pushes into me until he is seated all the way.  We both take a minute to breathe and I look up at him to see his attention is concentrated to the spot where we are connected.

“Damn,” he whispers. “Feels just as good as the last time. Y/N, ready?”

“Cordell Walker, if you don’t start fucking me this instant-” I don’t get to finish my empty threat as he pulls almost out of me and slams back in. “Fuuuuck! Oh god, yes! Just like that.”

Cordell continues to pull out and slam in over and over again while my voice proceeds to get louder and louder until I know tomorrow I am going to be hoarse as hell.

He places my legs on his shoulders and leans over, his palms flat on the table surface as he thrusts hard and deep over and over. I can feel my orgasm building and I know I’m going to drench his dick with my spendings.

At the same time my climax hits, there is a creak and then we both crash to the floor. Cordell doesn’t let up, probably because he is on the precipice of his own end as my mind conjures up the fact that we just broke his family’s dining room table.

Cordell roars as his dick twitches inside me and I feel his hot seed filling me up. As soon as he is finished his head hits my shoulder and he starts laughing.

“What’s so funny Ranger?” I ask.

“I just fucked you so hard, we broke a century old table! Mama is going to be livid."

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dirty dancing, pt. 7

pairing austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia). warning: 18+ steam, suggestive themes. content: it’s the year 1968 and it’s the comeback special. divider by @firefly-graphics tags: @neeville@dulcewrites @crash-and-cure@cvpidspearl @blackwriter48 @wonderprince @venus2eros @adoreyouusugar @sunshinetoday1 @cosmic-parker @kaitaesupremacy @librarydame @louderfortheback gif by @superbatson

note: this isn’t long at all. just an intro to their lives in a more “progressive” time. either way, i hope y’all enjoy!

“Baby,” her long, dark curls curtained his face as her head lulled to the side. Her blood-red lips fell slack and she sang a gentle song to her lover as he played her strings skillfully. Heavy breaths bounced off the walls of his luxurious dressing room with thick, dark curtains, and slow music in the background. Sweet moans were the gasoline added to the fire that burned within him.

Her hands shook with adrenaline as they raked through his dark hair. Her fresh manicure, long, round nails, scratched as his scalp softly. His full lips brushed against the swell of her breasts and he sighed into her chest. The pleasure between them was a kettle on the stove waiting to explode at any moment.

Her body trembled and her quiet cries of pleasure amplified as her climax was met with an unexplainable intensity. It brought a dopey smile to her face when she calmed down and returned to Earth from Pluto.

His hands massaged her bare waist gently. The wedding band cooled her heated skin. She hummed softly and brought her hands to his shoulders and pushed gently. “We’ve wasted enough time. You gotta get ready.” She shifted her hips and removed herself from his lap, which pulled a whimper from him.

“Just a few more minutes, baby.”

“E.P., stylists are comin’ in thirty. I suggest you get showered and ready to go. You, too, C.P.” The underlying tone in Jerry’s voice was joking. She chuckled and swiped her robe off a nearby surface. He groaned and rolled his neck in annoyance. Just when things were getting good.

“You can either sulk or you can get up, get this done, and we can continue this at home. Your choice.” Cynthia turned on her heels and made her way toward the bathroom to shower. “Are you comin’?”

Cynthia checked her watch repeatedly as she eyed the set before her. The hustle and bustle around her was overwhelming. Producers ran like chickens with their heads cut off, directing extras of their jobs. Music directors advised the musicians as to what they were to do when the star himself arrived.

She sighed heavily and tossed her curls over her shoulder. She remembered the days where she’d straighten it every week, until Elvis encouraged her to “embrace her wild side” and do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and however she wanted. Cynthia credited that ideology to her decision of growing her hair out, wearing pants and high heels instead of long skirts and flats, and marrying the man of her dreams in a California courthouse (as interracial marriage had been legal since the 1940s).

She remembered that day vividly. He took her on a private date to the same park where they swam with koi fish and stepped on lillipads in the pond during her first visit to Graceland. That was the day he got on one knee and presented her with an emerald green ring with his initials engraved on the inside. They took the first available flight to California, they state they knew of that permitted interracial marriages. He claimed her as his life partner that night, and together they’d been since. She smiled at the memory.

Throughout the years the United States, had gone through some progression. Elected their first and youngest Catholic president in ‘62, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and Malcolm X ruffled the feathers of conservative, white Americans in the early 60s, school segregation became illegal in ‘54, and interracial marriage became legal in ‘67. The year was 1968. Things were different since the 50s when they crossed paths for the first time. Hell, she was openly the Black wife of a white superstar. It was controversial, but the conversation wasn’t as intense.

The commotion around them increased when the man of the hour crossed the threshold. The aura of the room shifted—the king had arrived and all eyes were on him.

Confidence and sex oozed out of him and seeped onto those around him. A smile spread across Cynthia’s lips. If she could eat him like her favorite meal, she would. The black, leather suit was impeccable and it was the first time she’d seen it. It was sleek and fit well in all the right places. He looked amazing.

Elvis’ black boots rumbled against the floor. His blue eyes fell on her and he smiled softly. His left hand extended toward her and he took her in his arms for a quick kiss. If she was fairer, a blush would’ve shown on her face at the words he whispered in her ear. She felt the gaze of other women on them and it phased her not. For once, she could be loved in public by her lover and feel no paralyzing fear.

Cynthia was escorted to her seat in the front row. Her eyes were trained on her husband stared sultrily into the crowd. A small smile played on his lips as he soaked in the cheers of the crowd.

Elvis was given his guitar, which he carefully placed on his shoulders. It was new—shiny and glistening beneath the stage lights. She remembered his excitement when he saw it for the first time. Like a child tearing open gifts on Christmas morning. His fingers wrapped around the microphone slowly and the beat dropped intensely.

“Well, since my baby left me

Well, I found a new place to dwell

Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street

At Heartbreak Hotel

Where I'll be, I'll be so lonely, baby…”

She’d seen him perform before, but this moment was something different. He was doing what he wanted, how he wanted to. No rules or regulations of how he could move, sing, or prance around on the stage. He didn’t have to succumb to ruthless comments and idiotic ideas regarding his career. Everything about him in that moment was authentic.

His performance stirred something within her. It had her clenching her thighs and gripping the edge of her seat, literally. Her stomach churned and her love thumped with anticipation. Get it together, she told herself.

Cynthia smiled blissfully and brought her hand to her mouth in awe. His blue eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on hers. If no one noticed the way they raked her body, she surely did. He wanted to peel that pink shirt and black babydoll dress off her at the first opportunity. She gave a shy wave.

The crowd, though given direction, seemed just as satisfied with his performance as she was. Elvis smiled humbly at his audience. His boot clad feet danced around the black wire connected to the microphone as he said, “It’s been a long bc time, baby…a long time.”

“I wanted to uh, thank y’all for coming and making this a dream come true,” he started. “Couldn’t have done it without y’all…my team, fellow musicians, my beautiful wife. Stand up for a minute, darlin’.”

Oh, boy. Cynthia’s heels scuffed against the floor as she stood to her feet. She waved at the audience who gave soft hoots and hollers. “Mrs. Cynthia Presley…Isn’t she gorgeous? Absolutely stunnin’!” He needed no agreement to know that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and she seemingly got prettier every day. Her outfit complimented his. She wore a pink colored shirt with loose sleeves and a mini, black babydoll dress. On her feet were white wedged heels. Her long, curly hair was tied back by a stylish scarf and in her hand was a square, quilted purse with a golden chain. Stylish as always.

“Couldn’t have gotten this far in life without you, baby. I love you for life.” Elvis winked in her direction.

Cynthia smiled and blew an air kiss in his direction. How quickly life had changed was incredible. And she got to be by his side through it all, not as a side piece or a late night rendezvous, but as his lover and his friend. As his wife. And everybody knew it. Contently, she nodded and said back, “I love you more.”

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Touch is one of the basic instincts of man. Contact is ready to calm down the body, calm it, give rise to thought and set off the mechanisms of the human thoughts that lead to self-healing. Therapeutic massage is a nice stress-free procedure. At this time I will tell you exactly about this. We are going to begin as traditional in historical past, and then you'll study concerning the forms of therapeutic massage and its actions, in addition to a variety of helpful and interesting.

This "artwork of touch" was born in ancient instances in the East. In one of the medical treatises of Ancient China, the next was written: "to guard in opposition to cold" is really helpful to "wash" the body. There are related writings in the peoples of ancient India, the place by way of the rubbing of the physique, handled and prevented disease. Similar references are discovered to the traditional Greeks, both Egyptians and Romans. By the way, the ancient Romans dreamed to enhance the massage process, at the end of the therapeutic massage they generously oiled the physique with fragrant nourishing pores and skin oils.

Nicely-recognized physician of historical Galen, wrote several treatises on therapeutic massage, making an in depth classification of "motion of the therapeutic massage therapist's arms" during the massage procedure, and actively used therapeutic massage in the remedy of many diseases. lived in about 980-1037 Avicenna, summarized in his writings, the gathered knowledge and expertise of Roman, Greek, and Indian medical doctors, described the methods and sorts of massage. At about this time, in Europe, the Catholic Church announced "the procedure soot "- a terrible sin, since such was counted as" comforting the flesh. "The Renaissance, returned every little thing" in circles ". Within the sixteenth century. .

But the full "trust" within the massage procedure was solely returned on the finish of the nineteenth century. In 1894 the primary Society of Skilled Therapeutic massage Therapists was formed. Later, at St. George's Hospital in London, a therapeutic massage department was opened, and Swedish massage, using the Ling system, soon grew to become an integral part of medical follow in Europe. And solely in 1960 did medical massage evolve right into a coherent system that still exists in the present day as a complement to basic treatments.

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[absorbedbutler]

Hey, your writing is quite lovely. Is it okay to request an Austin x reader married couple thing where he finds out that while reader enjoys sex, she hasn't come with him before?

this is hypothetical bc in my mind austin always makes sure u cum before him 😋🙏

he had gotten home early, some kind of technical difficulty on a set. he drove back to your shared home with a small smile on his face, very happy to be able to go home and get some extra time with his favorite person.

when he had turned the key in the door and swung it open, you were nowhere to be seen, but your laughs were heard from upstairs in you and austin’s bedroom.

he had quietly stepped up the stairs, eavesdropping on accident.

you were on facetime with your friend, and the conversation had turned to sex.

your friend was sharing her experience with her boyfriend, how he always went down on her before sex, the amount of orgasms he pulled from her in a night, etc.

you were adding into the stories haphazardly, probably sounding like someone who just wanted to keep private but you knew the real reason.

austin was the most perfect dream you could ever imagine, he was kind and sweet and you were thoroughly attracted to him, but he had never made you finish.

you were scared to tell him because you had been together for years, you couldn’t possibly tell him now. you were used to waiting until he fell asleep and finishing the job yourself and you were okay with that.

when you had mentioned this to your friend she went berserk, you hid your face in your hands as you had never told anyone before.

austin stood at the middle of the staircase, heart in his stomach. he beat himself up in his mind for not noticing before and bringing you to this uncomfortable situation.

when he heard the conversation shifted to something different, he started to climb the rest of the stairs with heavy feet so you would hear.

when he showed up in the doorway, you were thrilled and excitedly rambled something about having to go and closing your laptop, running to jump around him.

“you weren’t supposed to home until 11!” you said as your legs wrapped around him.

“got sent home early, hi baby” he smiled down at you completely wrapped around him.

he knew you loved him but now that you knew you had never came with him he just felt different, deciding to put an end to it that night.

after a homemade dinner was cooked and ate by the two of you, taking more than twice the amount of time it should have been, you sat down and watched a movie.

halfway through, his fingers danced around the waist of the boxers you had stolen from him and were now wearing.

it ate away at him that he could see the very very faint expectations etched into your face, that you’d have to fake an orgasm and then rub one out while he was asleep next to you.

he was pressed behind you, your body in between his long legs on the couch.

the back of your head rested on his shoulder, his eyes staying on the movie while he kneaded your thigh with his full hand of rings.

when he went to grip the inside of your thigh which was dangerously close to your core, you took a deep inhale.

his warm hand disappeared under your waistband and started to circle the bud he had always seemed to skip over, leaving it aching.

this time he made sure to take his time on it, hearing noises he had almost never heard from you.

your arm snaked around his, clutching his bicep.

while his thumb was rubbing your clit he slid his ring and middle finger down your slit and into you.

prodding around until he found your sweet spot, he started to massage your g spot.

you were practically fucking yourself on his fingers and he was satisfied when he felt you clenching around them.

he kissed your neck as your legs spread open wider and your eyes closed in pleasure.

when you cried out and he could feel you soak his fingers, he went to your ear, whispering.

“gonna have to update your friend about this tomorrow, i’m not done with you yet.”

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

J2 Tinhat Timeline

2016

For the timeline from 2017 or for any of the years from 2015 to 2022 once they’re all posted, search my page for “timeline.”

Note: again, the content within each year is not yet listed chronologically, and sadly I can only include a small handful of photos and GIFs due to limited image space, but if you’d like the visual counterparts for anything, just message me!

No year is even close to being a fully comprehensive collection yet, but I’ll be updating each post over time to get as close to that as I can!

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February 27th:

Jared spends his anniversary (as in his faux anniversary, the anniversary of his marriage to Genevieve) out with Jensen.

March 11th:

The Js are spotted out in Austin date-night-ing it up at the Gleason (documentary) debut.

September:

Rogue Magazine publishes some interesting photos of the Js on either side of a door (a closet door, even? perhaps?)-

Either way, their body language is certainly something to talk about…

November 11th:

The Js have a wild night out together at a Kaleo concert and then at San Jac Saloon.

(GIF/photo set courtesy of out-in-the-open)

November 30th:

The Js are each other’s date to Mark Shepard’s wedding! 😍❤️

Saturn Awards, Cassidy Gard interview:

While chatting about J2’s “bromance,” Cassidy comments that it seems like the two of them definitely have a good time together.

Jensen smiles, averts his eyes, and responds with, “we…probably have too much of a good time.”

Atlantacon:

The Js serenade each other on the keyboard. Jared plays ‘Right Here Waiting’ for Jensen, and Jensen plays ‘Everything I Do, I Do it For You’ for Jared.

Also-

A trans fan speaks to the Js about finding the courage to transition.

Jared: “I know what it’s like to have to keep a secret and not be who you are.”

Jaxcon:

Jared tells a story about being out to dinner in Rome with Genevieve and accidentally flipping off the waiter. (see 2016 asylum directly below for significance)

Asylum:

Jensen tells the exact same story above about being at a restaurant in Rome and Jared accidentally flipping off the waiter, except JENSEN was the one who was with Jared in Jensen’s re-telling.

*note: this is just one of many moments all supporting the fact that when the Js talk about their wives, they are often actually speaking about each other.

Purple rain:

Jared forgets that he and Jensen are visible from behind and blatantly (really, really blatantly) spends some time massaging Jensen’s upper arm and shoulder in a not-at-all platonic way.

*notable as one of those extra special J2 things that has singlehandedly (as a stand-alone moment) convinced a significant number of now-tinhats that Jared and Jensen are not platonic with each other.

Jib, closing ceremony:

Jensen refers to Jared and Genevieve’s marriage while air quoting the word “married.”

He also pulls Jared fiercely into a full body embrace that has gone on to become one of the most well-known and most frequently talked about J2 moments.

Seacon:

The Js again discuss the first real fight they had, and Jared says, “That happens in any relationship, whether it’s friends, boyfriend-girlfriend, boyfriend-boyfriend, it gets tested, and that’s when you find out whether or not it’s worth it to you.” (parallel to 2017 minncon)

*note: although Jared included “friends” in this list of relationships, he also threw in “boyfriend-boyfriend,” so…

Also-

Jensen says (about himself and Jared), “Early on, we found out that we were better together, the two of us, than we were separate.”

Also-

Jared refers to Jensen as his partner, something they both have done on multiple occasions-

Jared: “I’m going to ask what my partner’s favorite part is, or the first thing that comes to his mind for every season.”

Chicon:

Jared says this super significant thing about the industry-

“I’ve had a lot of joy and a lot of pain being in the public eye. (…) You don’t have to be on TV to be acting.”

Houscon:

Jared goes without his wedding ring on Valentines Day.

Also-

Jensen says, about himself and Jared, “We were made for each other.”

Also-

Richard Speight seems to nearly slip up and say something that he ends up realizing mid-sentence he can’t say while a camera is present-

Richard (to Jared, about a Valentines card he’s working on that Jensen has just dumped glitter all over): “This was good until your-...this was good until HE dumped glitter all over it.”

Vegascon:

Jensen gives a long, thoughtful, completely gender-neutral response about finding the one in which he uses words like “partner” and “teammate” that he has previously used on numerous occasions (and will use many times again after this) to describe Jared/his relationship with Jared.

(on two different ways of ‘finding the one’) “-you just know with an absolute and have a certainty, like this is the one for me, unequivocally. And there’s those who are…I don’t know…I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you, and I found myself somewhere in between both of those. It’s a scary endeavor that certainly has its ups and downs, but it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey…that if you’re willing to stick it out together is an amazing, beautiful thing. And…I’m so glad I picked the partner, the teammate, that I did.”

Also-

Jensen (about Jared): “He calls me and he’s like ‘hey, babe.’” (revealing the fact that Jared calls him ‘babe’)

*note: the ‘babe’/‘baby’ thing is not an isolated incident, either…

Burcon:

Jensen offers his sleeve for Jared to wipe his nose on, which may not sound like much on the surface but which is, in reality, incredibly indicative of an extremely deep level of intimacy and trust between the two of them.

Torcon:

Jared reminisces about the (super romantic) Stanley Park lunch date he and Jensen shared together way back when they were filming Wendigo and falling for each other-

Jared: “[Jensen] said, ‘there’s a cool spot over here if you want to come eat,’ and I was like ‘alright.’ So we grabbed our lunches and sat on the sea wall.”

Jensen: “It was a Taster’s Choice moment.”

(note: after doing some research and receiving input from a local, I learned that Stanley Park is well-known for being a couple’s spot, for being a place you take a date)

Message from Supernaturalwinter: “I’m from Vancouver - ya you don’t go to Stanley Park for lunch unless it’s as a date (or you’re with a big group of friends and you’ve planned a picnic, also the only places to eat around Stanley Park are ‘couples spots’), like you go for lunch and it’s a date.”

DCcon:

Another ‘partner’ moment (Jensen to Jared)-

“When you have a partner you’ve been dancing with for that long…”

Also-

Jared opens up a bit about his (many) struggles with the industry-

“Like…the industry has been pretty difficult for me believe it or not.”

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Good Boys Go To Hell

Summary: Blame whatever this is on @letsgivethisonemoreshot 😌

Word Count: 875 words

Pairings: Nick Jackson x Reader

Warnings: +18

UNEDITED (this took over me and I couldn’t stop it)

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @cuzimacomedian , @thebestintheworld , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

He was the safe bet. Innocent looking face, no curse words, church boy, hard working man, well-behaved, soothing voice, easy on the eyes…the perfect example of what a safe husband material looks like.

That’s why you chose him, because unlike his brother, Nick was predictable.

Unlike Matt - with his devious smirks, playful eyes and bedroom skills that would make you unable to walk for a week - Nick was soft, caring, gentle and loving.

Exactly what you needed in order to forget Matt and what he did to you. What his body and words could do to you.

You needed someone who played safe, someone unsurprising and steady. You needed the soft cornflower blue orbs to make you forget about the fiery chocolate ones.

Nick spent two months on the road. For two long months the only thing you could do was wait for him. Your hectic schedules rarely met and you ended up talking through text or quick phone calls that lasted less than five minutes. Now, as you smoothed the sides of your white dress you can’t help but laugh at the fact that the first time you’ll see your fiancé in eight weeks is when he’s about to become your husband.

The soft sunset light made the dark wooden doors of the church appear ethereal somehow. Your soon-to-be husband stared at you as you began to walk on the red aisle runner. There was something different about Nick, not only the full, thick beard he grew it out made him somehow appear more serious and manlier than the soft, boyish version of his clean shaven face but he also seemed more dangerous. Something about the look on his face and eyes were slightly shifted into something aggressive and predatory-like.

Perhaps you were seeing things…maybe all those months apart made you see Nick under a new light. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of…until you finally walked inside the small Sheldon Chalet in Alaska.

The northern lights and its shades of green lit up the sky, inside the chalet the lights were dim and dull. The night was particularly cold and the wind howled outside, making an uneasy feeling install itself inside of you. “Nick?” You called, while turning around to find your husband sitting on the foot of the bed with his gaze fixed on you.

Anxiety crept up your being at how intense he was staring at you. His hands slowly began to untie the light blue tie around his neck, “Come here, angel”.

Something in his voice made you feel unsure about approaching him for the first time in your relationship.

Your voice was soft as you asked “Are you ok?” Without moving an inch. Nick placed the tie on top of the mattress and began to undo the small buttons of his white dress shirt “I said come.here” His eyes instantly became a deeper shade of blue, completely losing their light and innocence “Don’t make me repeat myself again”.

Goosebumps rose on your skin as you walked towards him and subconsciously knelt down at his feet, eliciting a grunt of approval from the man in front of you “So perfect”.

His expert fingers quickly undid the neat bun at the nape of your neck and soon he began massaging your scalp, easing the soreness from the updo and countless bobby pins.

“You have no idea, do you?” He grinned “Did he ever tell you that everything he did to you he learned from me?”

“I don’t understand-“

“The punishments, plays, techniques, kinks…all that shit he learned from me. But of course you didn’t know that! How could you?”

The sudden tug on your scalp made a small gasp escape your lips. A sharp, burning pain crossed your scalp and somehow found its way down your body until it settled between your legs as a throbbing need for something else.

“No” He tsked his tongue “Soft Nick could never do such a thing, right? Too much of a good boy to make you cum. Too innocent to make you beg and too naive to treat you like a cheap slut”.

“Nicky, I-“

“Shhh, shut up!” He grabbed your cheeks and turned your face to the side so he could whisper in your ear “Shut.the.fuck.up. I didn’t tell you to speak”. Nick pulled back and turned your face back to its original position so you could face him again.

“You wanted the good, christian, innocent, soft boy to make love to you on your honeymoon?” He pouted in mockery “The shy little boy who can’t even say ‘pussy’ without blushing?” A small hint of innocence covered Nick’s eyes before pure mischief took over them “Aww, too bad he’s far gone now” He chuckled “You’re stuck with me, angel. You’re stuck with the real man” Nick closed the distance between you until his lips brushed yours with every word “The man who will make Matt look like an amateur boy who doesn’t know which hole he’s supposed to stick his dick in”.

A soft moan of anticipation left your lips as Nick’s free hand closed around your neck “You’re at the real Nick’s mercy now, my angel. And I promise you won’t regret choosing the good boy”.

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Austin x reader imagine where she’s having a big breakdown where she’s drinking a lot and just having a big emotional breakdown or panic attack? i had a dream about this and now need to read about it 😂 i understand if it’s too much tho. Thank you!

Grown-Up Cherry Cola

tw: alcohol abuse, angst, depression, anxiety, panic attacks, all that good stuff. be careful reading this one y'all! 💕 || word count: 1079 || rating: Pg-13

A/N: this is so sad and at first i read your request as elvis x reader and with the drinking i was like even more sad bc of gladdy, but thank god i realized it was austin and not elvis before i wrote the whole thing 💀

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You wipe some tears from your cheeks before reaching for the slim neck of the wine bottle yet again. Your vision blurs as your fingers wrap around the bottle and clumsily lift it up to the wine glass on top of the table. You tilt the bottle to pour the deep red liquid out and then quickly pull it back after realizing that it's spilling over the edge of the glass. A giggle and a burp escape your lips and you lean forward, sucking the top layer from the glass.

"Mmmm," you murmur as you feel the liquid swimming down your throat and into your stomach.

Shivers wrack your body and a shock hits your spine. You hear a harsh noise as the front door to your apartment slams shut. You grab the wine glass and spin around on the stool in the kitchen.

"Austinnnn! Hiii babyyyy," you slur, licking the wine stains from your lips and waving with curled fingers at your boyfriend. "I missed youuu. Wha...whas w-wrong baby?"

You stop short as you notice the expression on his face. You try to blink away some of the drunkenness. Despite the fact that you are absolutely trashed, you can still tell that something's wrong with your boyfriend. He's standing too still and his shoulders look tense. He grips firmly onto the strap of the duffel bag which he takes to set every day.

Carefully placing your palm onto the marble countertop, you try to slide off the stool and onto the ground. You waver back and forth for a moment, trying to catch your balance.

"Are you drunk?" he asks dryly.

"Um...yeah, well, jusst a little," you reply as soberly as you can muster, but you know that your speech is betraying you.

"Goddamnit, Y/N, we talked about this. I know you're going through a lot right now, baby, but you have to take care of yourself."

Austin drops his bag and stalks into the kitchen, grabbing onto the wine bottle and the stem of the now half-full glass. He starts to lift them off the table, but you lunge toward him and grab onto his wrists. You can feel your eyes impossibly wide with fear.

"No..." you say breathlessly, with a desperation that even your drunk self is embarrassed by.

Austin's head tilts back and he heaves a sigh of frustration. You feel tears starting to gather by your eyelids, burning your eyes.

"I'm taking it away. You've had enough."

"No! No, please!" you shout, grasping at his sleeve.

He harshly pulls away from you and even though deep down you know it's for your own good, you feel betrayed. You feel angry, sad, maybe even hateful toward Austin. You reach for him again, but when he pulls back this time, you topple onto the floor and land on your knees with a yelp. The hardwood floor of the kitchen sends shocks up your bones and you whimper, sitting back onto your butt and curling your legs into your body.

You drop your head onto your knees, rubbing your thumbs against the skin to try and massage the pain out of them. The tears follow immediately, streaming down your face in two hot rivers. You start to heave, breaths flying in and out of your chest too fast. Your shoulders begin to rock and you sway your body back and forth on the floor trying to expel more energy. Anything you can do to keep yourself from losing complete control. You haven't even noticed until now, but you're whispering to yourself and wheezing as your chest heaves in and out, sending vibrations throughout your body.

In a matter of seconds, Austin is by your side, wrapping his strong arms around you. He sits down on the floor in the kitchen, curling his legs around yours and pulling you back into him. He squeezes you tightly and strokes your hair, trying whatever he can to calm you down.

"Shh, my darling. Everything is alright. Everything's gonna be fine. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just trying to protect you. I know everything's been really...really shitty recently. And I'm so sorry, baby. I'm trying to make it better I just..." he falters, and you can feel him suck in a deep breath and release it before continuing. "I don't know how to help you, love. You won't talk to me and you can't keep drinking your problems away."

Your tears only stream faster when his deep voice cracks and his breaths become shaky in your ear. He's trying to hold back tears of his own. You close your eyes, breathing in his scent as he takes hold of your fingers. He stretches your arm back to bring your hand onto his soft hair and curls the fingers around his locks. You heave more breaths, trying to focus on the texture of his hair in your fingertips and not on the pain that is coursing through your body, both physically and emotionally.

After a few moments of Austin squeezing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you manage to get your breathing back to normal. You fall totally limp into his arms but he supports you completely. He shifts so that your head is resting on his lap. He gently strokes your hair and you notice a tear falling down his cheek.

"I'm sorry," you say, feeling much soberer than you have been.

Panic attacks are funny like that, even though you feel like you're leaving the earth, they somehow return you to it when they end. Maybe it's because they snap your body into survival mode. You sniff as Austin wipes some of your tears with his sleeve.

"I just don't know what to do," you say quietly. "Everything sucks, and I feel so alone."

"But you're not alone, my love," Austin responds. He readjusts your body so that he can cup your face with both hands. "I'm here for you, and I always will be. I just need you to talk to me. Then daddy Aus can make it all better. I know everything is bad right now, but it will get better I promise. I'll make sure it does. Now, why don't we cook a little late-night breakfast to get you sobered up, and you can tell me all about what's going on."

You nod and throw your arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. What would you ever do without him?

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🦋 mila

[dreamersparacosm]

Oh my gosh, the wedding and pregnancy drabbles are gorgeous! Would you consider writing one about the day Austin and reader's baby is born, and the first hours post birth? 👶🙃

september 6th - austin butler

note ; aw stop ur too sweet im blushing… but father!austin truly sends me to another dimension bc i just know he would be the best father on the planet and spoil his daughter or son and he would be so overprotective AH skdjdjdk

warnings ; literally none. this man is an angel

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

austin had always wondered why people thought ‘daddy and me’ classes were useful. he thought they were full of people who tried too hard. it reminded him of school, and all those parents in there were teachers pet. it was not his forte. but, somehow, he still found himself perched in a toddler-sized chair for the 5:30 p.m class of ‘daddy and me’ every thursday for 6 weeks. how was he convinced? well, that would be his needy and persistent wife.

at least now he knew how to change a diaper.

he had returned home from one of these classes on a typical thursday evening, joining you as you laid on the couch. he enjoyed these mundane things with you; being an actor made him feel as though he shouldn’t be allowed to partake in the little things in life. but, sitting there with your feet propped up on his legs as he massaged them was the greatest joy he could ever experience.

it had started when you sat up, trying to readjust yourself. you thought the sharp pain was just a cramp, nothing more. you weren’t due for another two weeks. however, the consistent stab of pain was enough cause for concern. austin, to put it nicely, was shitting himself. you groaned out, “i think it’s time,” and he nearly felt his eyes fall out of their sockets.

he knew better, though. he had to remain calm, because you were also going to freak out if he did. he scooped up the hospital bag that has been prepared weeks in advance, helping you out into the mid-sized car he had picked out with you a few months ago. he was in a haze, trying not to forget anything while also simultaneously not having a heart attack.

the cramps had continued, announcing their presence even stronger than the last. nothing would have prepared you for the pain you were feeling. austin felt guilty, knowing one drunken night of getting carried away had caused this for you. that guilt still hadn’t subsided when you made it into the hospital bed, claiming you were never having sex again.

he was at your beck and call, running around the hospital like a lunatic. doctors raised eyebrows at your frazzled husband, who ran up 14 flights of stairs to get you those ice chips you so desperately needed. he even fought the nurse who wasn’t quick enough to check how dilated you were. your nurse, who had said back in response, “sir, there’s other women here giving birth.”

in which he fired back, “i don’t care. i need you to take care of my babies first.”

somehow, you ended up being more calm than him, the doctors joked as they entered your room. you were in relief when they announced there was a baby to deliver. a 12 hour labor. that’s what you had endured. but, you couldn’t shake the excitement that creeped into your body, rattling your bones and aching your teeth. you were about to meet your baby for the first time.

austin had never gripped your hand tighter, or kissed you as hard before. he wasn’t scared of blood. he was scared of you getting hurt. and the way you screamed as you pushed yours (and his) baby out of you was enough to make him almost collapse. he kissed the top of your head, encouraging you as much as he could. he knew you could do it, you were the strongest person he had ever met.

“it’s a girl!”

the words echoed in his ears. he was a father, that was his baby girl. he cupped your face into your hands, pressing his forehead against yours, “you did it, baby!” you laughed at his words, sighing in relief. somehow, you never thought it would be more possible to love someone more than him. now, you had a bundle of joy.

september 6th. that was your angel’s birthday.

oh, how he had never loved anyone more. holding her fragile body in his arms made him overcome with blissful happiness. he had won oscar’s, he had traveled the world. but nothing, and he truly meant nothing, compared to the way it felt holding his seed in his arms. even after you had gone to sleep, knocked out from the painkillers and exhaustion, he stood by babygirl’s hospital crib, soothing her as she cried. he rocked her back and forth, utilizing everything he learned in that damn ‘daddy and me’ class. “sh, sh, i’ve got ya. i’ve got ya, sweetheart.”

under the moonlight, he had a strike of inspiration. he looked at your baby again. you two hadn’t decided on a name yet, still battling between the list you had made months ago. there was only one name he could think of in that moment. “lori,” he whispered into the room. “your name is lori.”

although he thought you were sound asleep, you smiled with your eyes closed as you heard his gentle words. lori michelle butler, named after his mother.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

keep your ideas coming here!

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[foodieforthoughts]

Journey through time - Part 4

Summary: Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

Warning: Super fluff, get ready to grab tissues for your tears of joy

A/N: This got out of hand and I fantasized too much about wedding with Sy 😅 second-last part to go for this photo series (adding part 1, part 2 and part 3 for anyone who wants to read). Images taken from Pinterest and Google, if there are any inaccuracies please ignore because it is fictional.

Since Sy only had ten weeks until his next deployment, the preparation for the wedding was in full swing. He wanted a military wedding, proud as he was about his army life and since Syverson men were all in the army themselves, he wanted to stick to his family tradition. But the hurried wedding meant the army chappel was unavailable. His father suggested the wedding to take place in Austin, offering his house for the ceremony and since your parents did not mind, it was decided that you both will have your autumn wedding in the backyard of the house where he grew up.

You had sneakily asked Sy about his preferred wedding dress style. "I like the long ball gown type, you know, where you would look like a princess." He had suggested, smirking at you and seeing through your trick to find out about his liking. "And you would be the prince at the altar, in your uniform with the saber?" You always ended up sobbing when you thought about the wedding, making Sy cuddle you while assuring you he would do everything in his power to give you the best life possible. With his mother, your own mom and your cousins, you had shopped for dresses until you found the one which had all the ladies reaching for the box of tissues.

Since he was going to wear his uniform for the wedding, Sy couldn't keep the beard. The day Sy had to shave off his beard, you had tried to stifle your laughter while he had whined like a child. He had grown too attached to his facial hair, saying "This is a part of me, feels like I'm getting rid of a limb." Rest of the day you had to hear him complain about looking like a kid, having you to assure him in many ways how he was a man. It was also the day you were leaving to stay at the hotel, since seeing the bride before the wedding was bad luck and you did not want to take any chances. Sy took his time in relishing every moment spent with you, up until the time you had to leave, making you grab your discarded clothes in a hurry while your dad was waiting downstairs in the car.

You had never seen Sy cry, not even when you had made him watch sappy emotional movies. But when you walked down the aisle with your father by your side, in the soft autumn sunlight you saw your man's eyes glisten with tears. You couldn't hold in yours when you laid eyes on him, looking royal in his dress blues with his medals and ribbons decorating his chest. Sy's best man tapped him on his shoulder, saying something which made him nod along with his buddy. "You look beautiful." He had whispered to you when you came to stand next to him, making you blush more than you already were. You could barely speak while reciting your vows, taking a moment to breathe through the tears, finally getting it out with sniffles and wiping under your eyes as a stray tear escaped. When Sy kissed you as your husband, your world exploded and in that very instant you knew your life couldn't get any better.

The wedding reception was a blast. Your first dance with your husband was a tear-jerking moment for both of you. While you had unapologetically cried on his shoulder, Sy had sniffed his welling tears away. By the end of the night, you were tipsy with wine and Sy was getting his friends drunk. You had blushed beet-red when Sy had crawled under your gown to take your garter off effortlessly with his teeth, with everyone cheering on. After the reception, Sy had carried you to your room, pausing in the corridor for a kiss and then entering the room with you cradled in his arms. Giggling as the alcohol made you giddy, you had pulled Sy towards you on the bed by the lapel of his tux and commanded, "We're not getting any younger, Sy, take me as your wife and make me a mother." And Sy had followed your command obediently, taking you countless times in the night until the sun was up.

You and Sy escaped to Hawaii for your honeymoon with sandy beaches and salty air. The days were spent with you mostly lounging on the sand while Sy would take a swim. When you both weren't out at the beach or exploring the island, Sy would keep you busy by satiating his hunger for your body. Nights were spent with lots of cuddles and talks about the future, where you found out Sy was planning to leave the army for you. "As much as I hate to say goodbye to you, I don't want to be the reason why you let go of something you love to do." You had said, laying on his chest and playing with his fuzzy hair. "We'll figure it out together." He had answered, pulling your face up to him and taking your lips for a long kiss.

Sy always joked his beard grew faster than the speed of light. Before you knew it, your captain was back to looking like the rugged handsome hunk you had bumped into. One morning he was trimming the unruly fluff of his beard when you stormed inside the bathroom, holding your hand over your mouth. Dropping down on your knees you were emptying the contents of your stomach in the toilet, as waves of nausea washed over you. Sy was right by your side, rubbing his hand over your back and holding your hair away from your face. "Sy, I don't know I have a feeling we are going to get a jumpstart on your big family dream." Sy had laughed but when you took a test later in the day, he was left speechless. You had stared at him, waving your hand in front of his face while his eyes focused far off. But then he had hugged you so tightly, you were afraid you were going to run out of air. "I'm going to be a dad." He had kissed you before bending down to your belly and placing a gentle kiss on your stomach.

Before you knew it, it was time for Sy to leave again. But unlike last time, you were brave. You understood Sy had a lot to deal with once he was out there, you didn't want to pile your grief of parting ways on top of his worries. Still, somedays were difficult for you when you had to battle morning sickness alone, crying while clutching the toilet hoping if only Sy were there to comfort you. You tried not to tell him that though, while you talked on the phone you only listened to him as he described funny things that happened around camp. One day, out of the blue you got a call from him, dread filled you because Sy wasn't one to call in the middle of the day. Hearing his voice calmed you down because you had expected the worst possible news. "They are pulling out the troops from here." He had said, his voice buoyant with excitement. "I'm coming home, baby."

One would think being the captain in the army and taking care of men under his command, Sy would be reasonably calm about his impending parenthood. But it was the complete opposite and Sy was a mess. He was always making sure you were comfortable, feeding you until you were sure you were going to burst and most of all, fussing about getting the nursery ready on time. He had built a crib from scratch, being awfully proud about his handiwork while you had watched the carpenter in him come to life. He did practice rounds of driving to the hospital for when you went into labor, timing it like he was performing a drill, sometimes driving you insane by repeating it again and again. In the night, he would massage your painfully swollen ankles while you read him from a parenting book, laughing while he joked how he's not going to be this fussy for the next one. "Next one? This bun isn't even out of the oven yet and you are already planning on mixing the dough for the next batch." He would grin at you mischievously and very slyly say, "You see, mixing the dough is my favorite part." And the day when finally baby Adeline was born, Sy had cried like he had never before.

Continued to Part 5

[kaepop-trash]

hello hello! i am immediately dropping an ask after reading your message. ;; i really loved unintended consequences! like that is sooo 10/10! may i ask for a sequel please? i am willing to wait. please don't feel pressured and take your time!! write it whenever you are ready. i have subscribed to you so i could just keep myself updated if you have posted it!

So I might not be able to squeeze a full-fledged sequel in. But I had an idea I found interesting enough to pursue and it will go under the miscellaneous tag. I don't usually write domestic AUs but seemingly this one writes itself a little too effortlessly. At 4k words, this one is hardly a drabble at this point. So I'm hoping this satisfies you. If I get more asks, I'll keep writing more "snippets" like this.

I hope you like this.

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It was Friday.

Friday meant spending the weekend with Johnny. Friday meant a slightly better passage of time compared to the weekdays.

Johnny would wake up early, coaxing her awake with him to spend the morning drinking a cup of coffee till it was cold and talking about the week. Every achievement and frustration shared as the other listened and acknowledged every little detail.

Weekends were always a welcome relief, but with Johnny they were like a haven.

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"I've had a fuck all day." Johnny groaned as he walked into her room. It was his turn to come to her apartment this week.

He walked in, roughly tugging his tie like it suffocated him. When his eyes landed on the bed he stopped his struggle.

(Y/N) lay on her stomach on her bed, in a t-shirt that belonged to him once upon a time. Her thighs remained bare, the rhythmic kicking of her legs making her ass bounce.

Johnny thought he would lose his mind.

"What happened?" She mumbled. Scrolling through her phone, her voice was distracted.

Johnny swallowed, the air in his throat suddenly too thick. He forced himself to look away, "A client messed up some paperwork and I lost a lot of money because of it." His jaw clamped tight at the memory again.

She put her phone down, turning over and sitting up. "Shit." She grimaced, looking up at him with careful eyes.

"Exactly." He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

He looked back at her after a moment, eyes raking over her frame, "When did you steal that?" He pointed to her chest, at the navy blue t-shirt he actually really liked.

"At some point." She shrugged. "Want it back?" She batted her lashes at him.

Johnny smirked, aware that she asked knowing what his answer would be. "Keep it." He scoffed, giving in. "It looks better on you anyway." He laughed when her lips stretched into a smile.

Johnny sighed, his smile faltering again.

"Want to eat something?" She questioned.

Johnny turned back to her, her knees digging into the mattress as she looked at him with soft eyes. He gave her a slow nod.

"There's some pasta leftover in the fridge. Unless you want something else. We can always order." She turned back to pick up her phone.

Johnny groaned, the sound making her turn back to him, surprised. He slid closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He raised a meaningful brow at her, rewarded by the tantalizing red her cheeks flushed with.

He waited patiently; she gave him a nod, her eyes fluttering down. Johnny smirked, it was a shy mood today it seemed. Something he would enjoy like any other mood she had.

"Lie down." He said softly, releasing his hold on her hips. She pushed back up the mattress, reaching up just enough for her calves to hang over the edge.

She kept his eyes on him as he pulled his tie off over his head and while he took his jacket off. Slowly, he folded the sleeves of his shirt. She bit her lip at the sight, leaving Johnny to revel. He knew she liked it when he did that.

"You better not be wearing a bra under that, baby." He walked up closer.

She slowly shook her head and Johnny felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick.

He groaned, "You like that don't you? My shirt brushing over your naked tits." When she nodded he felt himself twitch. "Words." He demanded.

"Of course I do." It was a simple declaration.

It drove him wild.

Almost too slowly, Johnny sat down on his knees. This was his favourite thing, he had realised over the course of the year and some they had been together. Being on his knees in front of her was something he could do every living hour of every day and still not get enough of it. He loved taking his time enjoying the view.

But today, Johnny was pissed. He wanted to hear her moans, he wanted to make her come undone fast and dirty so he could relish in the idea of it.

He hooked his fingers under the band of her panty, pulling it off swiftly.

"Somebody's uncharacteristically eager today." Her soft voice contrasted the jest of her sentence.

"What was it last time?" He questioned, earning her eyes on him. "Fastest I made you cum." He clarified, tilting his head to catch her eyes.

She bit her lip, chewing on the flesh before releasing it with a soft flick. "Ten minutes." She informed him.

"We'll do seven today. Set the timer." He ordered. Quickly she reached for her phone, doing what she was told. Johnny bit back a smile.

"If you lose you're buying dinner. I want Sushi." She pointed her phone at him.

A laugh left his chest— a breathless release. "Wretched girl." He huffed. "Fine. You have a deal."

"Go." She put her phone down. Head falling back immediately as he plunged two fingers into her without missing a beat.

"Always so wet for me, princess. You are always spoiling me." He hummed.

He reached down to flick his tongue against her clit, earning a moan from her. "And forever eager." He spoke against her clit, making her hips buck up and her hand fly to his hair. She gripped his root tightly, he groaned. She stuttered at the sensation.

Johnny wasted no time picking up pace. His tongue lapped at her bundle of nerves while he added a third finger, his rhythm brutal.

"Fuck, Johnny." She screamed, a rare occurrence that filled Johnny with so much pride that he only increased his persistence. When he grazed his teeth against her clit her legs started shaking, a string of his name leaving her lips as her back arched. When her fist loosened on his scalp, he sat back and reached for her phone.

"Six minutes forty-eight seconds." He beamed. "You owe me sushi." He dropped the phone back onto the bed.

"After that I'll get you the most expensive one." She spoke between gasping for air. Johnny chuckled, wiping his chin on the back of his hand and standing up to get rid of his clothes.

"Ready for more?" He questioned.

"Am I ever, Mr. Suh." Her chest heaved.

Johnny gazed down at her body; tracing the sight of the t-shirt raised till her neck, her skin covered in sweat and a single breast out from no doubt being inside her own palm moments ago. Johnny bit his lip.

"Sit up." His voice dropped so impossibly low. She turned her head to look at him, still heaving from his previous efforts.

She sat up, knees digging into the mattress. He came closer, peeling his t-shirt off her while he kept his eyes glued on hers. The next moment, her arms were wrapped around his neck and her lips were on his.

He put his palm on her back to steady the both of them, slowly pushing her back down on her back onto the mattress and hovering over her.

She swirled her tongue in his mouth, enjoying taking control of the kiss while his hands roamed over her body. When he pinched her nipple she gasped in his mouth.

Johnny didn't miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth this time, softly pushing her tongue back so he could do his own exploring. She let him, focusing her hands in his hair instead and drawing her nails down the back of his neck— something she knew he liked a little too much.

The sound of her phone ringing made her yank her head back so fast that her neck audibly cracked. She massaged her the muscle with one hand while she used the other to push him back.

"Leave it." His voice was breathless.

"That's the ringtone I have for my mother." She groaned, equally breathless herself. "She hardly calls. It could be an emergency." She sighed.

Reluctantly, Johnny moved back. She reached over to grab her phone as he lay his head on a pillow.

"Hello?" She questioned once she put the phone to her ear. "Yeah?" She answered some question on the line. Johnny put his arms under his head, amusement dancing in his eyes as he heard her try to slow her breathing from his craved pace. "You what?" She sat up straight. A quizzical furrow formed on Johnny's brow. "No of course I don't mind. It's just so sudden. How long?" She turned back to Johnny, giving him an urgent look and gesturing to get out of bed. He raised a brow but complied. "Alright. See you." Her voice was too cheerful.

When she hung up she sprung out of bed herself. "Get dressed!" She looked around the floor frantically. "My mother is in a cab ten minutes away." She whined.

For a second Johnny was too dumbstruck to move. When she threw his shirt at his face, he recovered, picking up the rest of his clothes.

"What's happening?" He asked calmly, hoping his demeanor would calm her down as well.

"I don't know. Jesus! She's so outrageous!" (Y/N) groaned. "She called me to tell me that she's going to Texas to meet that aunt of mine." She paused, looking up as she slid her t-shirt back on. "You know the one who's always sending me pictures of pregnant girls my age on Facebook?"

Johnny nodded.

"Yeah. That bitch." She groaned. Johnny bit back a smile. "So she's flying to Austin and her layover happened to be New York and it's 12 hours long so she decided to surprise me, apparently." She sighed. "Fuck." She groaned. "I can't believe this is actually happening right now." She groaned the second time.

"Okay." Johnny said. "I should go take a shower." He nodded.

She stared at him, blinking like a lost lamb. "You want to stay?" She questioned.

"Of course." He furrowed his brows, "Are you hiding me from her or something?" He joked.

"No." She said too soon, pausing. "Kind of." She winced.

Johnny seemed taken aback.

"It's not what you think!" She walked over to him. "I'm not, like, embarrassed of you."

"That sounds reassuring, (Y/N)." He scoffed.

"Hear me out!" She urged, "My mother cannot know I'm having sex outside the bond of marriage. She doesn't even believe in casual dating." Johnny gave her a questioning look.

She sighed, "She's the 'satisfied with nothing but the best for her children' kind of mom. She means well but she will make you uncomfortable if she sees you at my house at eleven at night. She's very reserved and it comes off as rude at times." She warned, speaking too fast— clearly nervous.

Johnny shrugged, raising two fingers to tug on her nose. "I can handle it. She's your mother after all."

"Johnny." She urged.

"Do you not want me to meet your mother?" He questioned bluntly.

"You know that isn't it." She sighed.

"Then I can handle it." He assured her again.

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She was still reeling over the moment her mother walked into her apartment, the look in Johnny's eyes when she turned and introduced him as her 'friend' and the look in her mother's eyes when she noted her daughter's hesitation before she blurted the vague label out. If either of them had any reservations, they did not voice it.

That was how she ended up sitting at her dining table with Johnny beside her and her mother opposite them. Her mother gave him occasional glances, but to her credit stayed quiet.

"So, Mrs. (Y/L/N). I've heard that you're a fan of travelling. (Y/N) is always talking about the places you visit."

"Yes. Since my children are all grown up now, I'm trying to live a little before heaven calls." She told him. Johnny was caught off-guard by the response, so he blinked and gave her a nod. (Y/N) put a hand on her forehead.

Her mother put her cutlery down on the table, earning both (Y/N) and Johnny's attention. "What do you do, young man?"

"If you're going to ask him personal questions at least use his name." (Y/N) groaned at her mother.

"I'm an investment banker." Johnny sounded unfazed.

Her mother lifted a towel to wipe her lip, "So I have you to blame for all the money I lost last year?"

"If you would have asked me, maybe you'd have me to thank for all the money you made." Johnny gave her a grin.

He acquired his first pleasant smile from her mother, "In that case you must be good at what you do. How much do you make?" She questioned with a tone that one would use to ask about the weather.

"Mom!" (Y/N) exasperated.

"What?" Her mother turned to her with a non-committal glance. "If you're telling your friend about my travels then I'm sure you are close enough for me to ask that." She clicked her tongue at her daughter. "Isn't that so, Johnny?" She turned to him.

Yet again, he remained calm. "I make enough, Mrs. (Y/L/N). Especially to take care of the people I intend to and save some for the future." He reached for his glass of water, putting a hand on her thigh under the table.

To add to the impossible situation, her heart and her core both reacted. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

She kept her eyes on her mother as Johnny began tracing his thumb in slow strokes across her thigh, pushing under her shorts just enough. Then she saw it, the click of approval in her mother's eyes that seemed to make her chest relax from a hold she didn't realise she had till the moment.

"Not that your daughter needs anybody to take care of her." He glanced towards her, humour in his eyes that felt misplaced till he squeezed her thigh. She bit down on her lip. He seemed pleased, "She's quite capable of taking care of herself, as she insists." He turned away from her glare, back to face her mother, "Speaking as a friend, of course." He smiled politely.

Her mother glanced over towards (Y/N) and the paranoid side in her— the one only reserved for one's parents— wondered if there was even the tiniest chance that her mother could see under the table.

"And how long have you known each other?" Her mother continued her interrogation.

"We met at Sooyoung's wedding." (Y/N) added, needing to distract herself from the warmth of Johnny's hand. "Johnny is Doyoung's friend."

Her mother nodded, adsorbing the knowledge. She turned back to Johnny, bringing her elbows to the table and threading her fingers together thoughtfully. "And how long do you intend to be my daughter's friend?" She said as blatantly as she could.

The question was as thinly veiled as she no doubt intended. Her mother was, after all, the person she learned to be good with words from.

Johnny's hand slipped between her thighs and this time she almost jumped in her chair. "For as long as she'll have me. Longer if I can convince her otherwise." His words made (Y/N) turn to him, emotions bubbling up to her eyes. He turned to her, his own eyes full of meaning. For a second she forgot her mother was sitting across from them.

Her mother, on the other hand, watched the interaction with a keen gaze.

Johnny's hand left her thigh to find her hand, squeezing it with that gentle yet firm touch that never failed to reassure her about anything.

She turned to face her mom, "I love him." She confessed softly. Her mother's eyes seemed to go wide for a moment before she sat back.

"Good. I was starting to think you wouldn't give me any grandchildren. You're my oldest! I want to see them before I die!" She scolded her.

(Y/N) blushed, "Mom!" She stuttered. "Don't say that, oh my god!" She groaned.

Johnny watched the exchange with amusement.

"At least you should have sense." Her mother turned to Johnny, "I'm not getting any younger." She shook her head, clicking her tongue.

"I will keep your criticism in mind, Mrs (Y/L/N)." He laughed.

"For fuck's sake." She turned her neck to Johnny, giving him an embarrassed frown.

"Don't curse (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! That isn't how I raised you." Her mother scolded her again, making her nod reluctantly.

"The mouth on this one, Mrs. (Y/L/N). Sometimes I'm surprised!" Johnny clicked his tongue with mock exasperation. She shoved his rib, making Johnny chuckle as he grabbed the table to not fall.

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Johnny dutifully took the couch.

Despite her mother taking the guest room, he insisted.

(Y/N) lay awake on her bed, alternating between staring at the ceiling and scrolling through her emails. Her mother was set to leave at 6am. She lifted her phone to check the time: 4am. She groaned.

Getting out of bed was the only thing left to do after trying so long to fall asleep unsuccessfully. She padded her feet across the living room softly towards the kitchen. Johnny mumbled her name in his sleepy voice, making (Y/N) jump.

"Why aren't you asleep?" She whispered. When she turned to him, she had her answer. He was lying on his back, the end of his legs dangling over the armrest. She came closer, "I told you to sleep in bed." She sighed.

Johnny sat up, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Why are you awake?"

"Can't sleep."

"So you came to check up on me?" He tilted his head to look up at her.

"No. I was going to the kitchen because I finished my water." She rattled the container in her hand. It was the partial truth, she did intend to see what he was doing as well.

When Johnny pouted a breathy chuckle left her. She ran a hand through his messy hair affectionately, heart tugging when his eyes fluttered shut and he nuzzled into her touch.

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" She questioned. Johnny opened his eyes and nodded eagerly.

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They sat in the kitchen with tired eyes, silently sipping their own cups. Once over, she picked them up to wash them up.

"I can't believe you actually got my mom to like you." She chuckled as she scrubbed the used cups. She heard him slip off his chair and walk up behind her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I'm a very likable person." He mumbled, leaving a soft kiss behind her ear.

She hummed, "That is true." His lips wrapped around the shell of her ear— an odd gesture that she had come to find arousing as he kept doing it over time. "You got Sooyoung and my mother to like you. Undoubtedly, two of the most difficult women to please in my life." She distracted herself, laughing at her own words as she placed the last cup in the rack and wiped her hands on a kitchen towel.

Johnny let her go only to hold her again after she turned around, giving her a teasing grin.

"I got you to like me." He kissed her forehead, "After that the rest were easy."

Her skeptical hum made him laugh, brushing his lips against her temple.

She pouted, "I'm a little bummed that Friday is gone. I only get to really see you on the weekends." Tracing a finger over his chest, she tried to swallow her disappointment. Reminding herself that her that she hadn't seen her mother in a while.

"What are you talking about? We meet for lunch at least twice a week." He laughed.

"You know what I mean." She huffed, looking up to give him a meaningful look.

Johnny smirked, "Do I?" He tightened his hold on her waist, lifting her to the counter. "What do you mean, (Y/N)?" He hummed, standing between her legs. He stroked his thumb inside her thigh slowly.

She gave him a shake of her head.

Then a thought came to her at his words, making her frown.

"Were you mad today?" She knit her brows together.

Johnny cocked his head to the side, confused by the sudden question. "Why would I be mad?" His hand, much to her disappointment, stilled.

She blinked, lips slowly parting. "I called you my friend." She winced, shaking her head slightly like the memory was something she wanted removed.

He thought about it for a moment. "Initially, yes. I think more than mad, I just felt out of depth."

"You don't like feeling out of depth." She looked at him carefully.

"Very true. But I've come to accept it as a given with you, even enjoy the feeling sometimes." He smiled, his thumb restarting it's previous ministrations.

Johnny paused, his eyes dancing with a sudden delight that slowly seeped into his lips.

"You told your mom you loved me." He grinned, his tone sing-song and dripping with taunt.

"I do love you."

"Good. I deserve it," He licked his lips, "As your best friend." He earned the smack on his shoulder. He winced playfully.

"My real best friends will do worse if they find out you said that." She snorted. "How would Mark feel?" She clicked her tongue in jest, resting her arms on his shoulders.

"Please Don't talk about Mark while I'm standing between your legs." He groaned, her head falling back to laugh at the distress on his face. He leaned closer to her with a soft smile, "I love when you laugh like that. Like you really don't want to but it's funny anyway." He kissed the corner of her lip.

"That's exactly how I feel everytime you try to be funny, Johnny." She giggled.

He kissed her chin. "Please. I'm hilarious and you know it." He spoke against her lips. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"If you say so." She mumbled before he kissed her.

Like all kisses with Johnny, it got heated fast. His tongue tugged on hers and his hand reached into her t-shirt to fondle her breast. It gave her a sense of victory, knowing that at least in a small capacity, he was also dying to touch her.

The weekdays without him was one thing, work had the terrible quality of keeping one's mind off most things. But to spend the Friday evening left high-strung was unacceptable.

She hooked her finger into the band of his sweatpants, pulling him closer. Johnny left her lips to journey down her throat with sensual licks.

"It's early Saturday and I still haven't been inside you." He mumbled against her throat. A mewl left her lips, a wordless acknowledgement of his observation. "We need to do something about this 'just weekends' thing." Johnny groaned.

She was too focused on the sensation of his thumb rubbing circles on her nipple to pay attention, giving him an unfocused nod. He kissed up her jaw to her ear, nibbling on the cartilage.

"Are you even listening to me?" He whispered into her ear.

"Of course." She said too quickly.

Johnny chuckled, an unconvinced hum leaving his lips and tickling her neck. The nerves of that side, from her neck to her leg jittered at the sensation. He hummed again just to feel it under his palm on her waist.

The sound of a door creaking open made him push back from her. Both of them breathing ravenously.

Johnny turned away, running a hand through his hair. She looked up at the clock in the kitchen, the arms telling her that it was six in the morning. She bit her lip, getting off the counter.

When (Y/N)'s mother entered the kitchen, Johnny was washing his face at the sink.

"Good morning." He said with a pleasant smile, "Would you like some coffee?"

Kisass, she thought.

(Y/N) scoffed, "You make me coffee, I'll make her tea." She cradled her face in her palm.

"You're up early." Her mother looked between them.

Their eyes met for a second.

Johnny turned back to her mother in a beat, "We were planning on dropping you to the airport." He leaned against the counter, nonchalant.

"Oh you don't have to do that!" Her mother laughed.

"I want to." He gave her a convincing smile.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes.

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