#i still deserve love. and support. and for the promise of forever to stay Forever.

[mrs-han]

Something that I need to revisit — a pain I keep burying, and words I wish I could have said.

This is very out of character, especially for someone like Jumin. Feel free to skip this piece; I couldn’t come up with an ending.

“Do you… do you not want to be with me anymore?”

“I don’t.”

Your heart paused - then hammered with a vengeance in your chest.

Jumin’s words - so immediate, so decisive - were worse than any punch to your gut. You had done it. You pushed your… husband…? So far away that he couldn’t find his way back.

And he didn’t want to.

Realizing you weren’t breathing, you shakily turned to face your desk. What were you supposed to say? What were you going to do, now? The man you had been with for so much of your life didn’t want you anymore.

The man who had promised you forever decided forever was too long.

Jumin spoke your name - loud and firm - but all you could hear was a sharp ringing in your ear. Like a bomb had exploded near you. Or inside of you.

“You don’t need to worry about anything. I’ll have the divorce papers filed and faxed to you.”

“Jumin —”

“Forgive me. But I don’t want to hear any more excuses from you.”

So cold — so unfeeling. You had done that to him.

“I… I’m sorry —”

“I know. You’ve said it many times before.”

“Jumin.” You stumbled towards him. You didn’t like begging anybody for anything. But there were always firsts for everything. Clasping your hands in front of you, you stared into his eyes, void of any sentiment. “I know I haven’t been easy to live with, but you can’t…”

Jumin crossed his arms definitively over his chest — blocking himself from you completely. “I can’t what. I can’t leave? Is that what you’d like to say?”

Power surged through your voice. “I promised you till death do us part, and you promised me the same!”

He didn’t say anything. His expression towards you didn’t change.

“You — you saw me at my worst, and decided that it was too much?”

“Every time I tried to help you, you shoved me away. You were always angry with me over something — something.” A trace of emotion escapes Jumin’s lips. “Each time, you’d apologize. But nothing came from it. You remained closed off, hostile, insufferable.”

You trembled harder now. “Have you stopped to think that I’ve put up with your imperfections without complaint? I’ve always had an open ear for you. My arms were always open for you. And — when things were too hard for you to talk about, I’d show you more compassion than you had ever shown yourself.”

Jumin’s eyes stayed trained on yours. “You didn’t sit in front of our bedroom door, stressed beyond belief because I wouldn’t open the door for you. You didn’t have to chase after me —”

“I didn’t?!”

Jumin closed his mouth and clenched his jaw. The vein on the side of his neck started to swell.

You swiped hastily at the tears in your eyes. “I know I can be difficult. I know that I still have a lot to heal from, but I am not the only one.”

Jumin’s brows lowered.

“When you proposed to me, did you stop to consider that I am my own person suffering from my own demons? Or were you too absorbed in what you wanted in the moment?”

Jumin didn’t say anything. His body language didn’t reveal anything to you. His silence was deafening.

Frustrated beyond comprehension, you broke the skin on your palms, nails digging too far in. “When you saw me… all of me… you decided it was too much. But the surface level of my soul would have sufficed, right? The honeymoon phase of us was enough, right?”

Jumin finally broke eye contact with you… and checked his watch. “Can we wrap this up? I have a meeting in ten minutes.”

Your fingertips tingled. Your head pounded. Finally, your knees buckled — and you retched into the trash bin beside your desk.

[wileys-russo]

the summer tenant (1) II j.hermoso

its missing jenni hours, little mini series incoming the summer tenant (1) II j.hermoso

"sí sí sí i am forever in your debt león. happy?" you laughed, phone wedged between your ear and shoulder as you weighed your carry on, breathing a sigh of relief when it didn't breach the limit for your flight.

"i will be happy when you finally come home!" your best friend whined making you roll your eyes. "my ass is on its way maría, and tu culo better pick me up later!" you warned, muting her for a moment as you stepped up to the front desk and gave your details, boarding pass printed and handed over.

"no i am not thanking you, i was getting my boarding pass. my stuff is all accounted for sí? it arrived safely?" you frowned in worry, this entire process having been anything but smooth.

"sí amiga, just like i told you yesterday and every other day you've asked everything is in boxes ready to be unpacked once you move, and there is just a few things and files and boxes still in storage at your old place in the garage." mapi promised as you exhaled, hovering by the security check knowing you'd need to hang up before going through, promising mapi to call her the moment you landed before ending the call.

you'd grown up in zaragoza, a few houses down from the dirty blonde you'd been practically attached to like a siamese twin almost your whole life. as you got older you'd moved to madrid to go to university, and then to barcelona for better career opportunities once you graduated.

though for the last three years you'd been living in portugal, a dream job when it arose far too tempting to pass as much as it hurt you to move away from your life, friends and family all still scattered around spain.

you of course returned home to visit but once you'd fallen in love the visits had been few and far between, your life becoming split in two as you had anchors tying you down in either country, admittedly maybe allowing the one in portugal a little too much influence.

which is why it hurt so much when that anchor was suddenly cut loose, almost drowning you in the aftermath of what you'd describe as your first real heartbreak.

so licking your wounds you found yourself with a choice, to stay and soldier through the tattered remains of your life in portugal or retreat back to spain with your tail between your legs and into the arms of the rest of your support circle.

the choice was one you probably made a little too fast once your best friend sweet talked the right people and popped up on her weekend off with a job offer and a plan, more than ready to drag you back home.

it hadn't been the easiest of processes, you'd given your two weeks in at your job which turned into four and then into six so you could adequately train your replacement and smoothly handover your client list.

right after the breakup mapi had convinced you to let her rent out your old place in barcelona for some extra income while you weren't sure how long you'd still be in portugal, your now ex quite the well respected lawyer meant you'd come off with much less than you deserved in assets after the split.

you were crashing with a coworker and slowly shipping your belongings home to meet you whenever you could finally leave all this mess behind you.

though really your old place was too large for just you and though you were returning home you wanted a fresh start which meant a new place, mapi offering for you to stay with her while you searched for the right one.

between her and her girlfriend they technically had an apartment each in the same building, though they spent majority of their time in ingrids which was set up best, mapi's used more as a storage locker which is why she was more than happy to let you stay there temporarily.

and with all sorts of tourists flocking to the warm beaches of barcelona for the summer it made sense that you wring out a little extra money from your old place before putting it on the market.

so now finally free from all that tied you to portugal bar a few friendships you suspected may eventually die out with the distance, and almost all of your belongings safely back in spain, it was time for you to join them.

"estás bromeando." you snickered in disbelief as you exited the terminal, spotting the sign and balloons right away and praying they weren't for you. but of course knowing your family, no such luck.

"i am suddenly wishing i lied about which flight i took." you called out with a shake of your head, a cheeky grin and a blur of tattoos and tan skin darting in front of you before a body was slamming you nearly to the ground.

"hola amiga." you exhaled happily, squeezing the footballer just as tightly as you gave her girlfriend a wave who was hanging back with a smile. "mejor amiga." mapi corrected, pulling away and sloppily kissing your cheek making you grimace and push her away.

"you drove all the way here to pick me up? i told you i could come see you on the weekend!" you laughed at your parents, knowing it was almost a four hour journey from your childhood home where they still lived to the airport they were stood in now.

"it has been many years we have prayed for this day hija, let us enjoy it." your mami smiled warmly as you hugged them both next, exhaling happily at the rapid spanish which floated around the air.

you greeted ingrid next, having met the girl many times despite no longer living here, often teasing your best friend that should they break up you'd actually take ingrids side since she was so lovely, but really you adored seeing her so loved up and well treated by the norweigan.

"welcome home from prison? maría!" you groaned, the defender hiding behind her girlfriend making both yours and ingrids eyes roll. "it was his idea!" her finger reached around and pointed to your papi who shrugged with a smile that said it all.

~

"and you told her i was coming to grab some things?" you clarified with mapi who hummed in confirmation. the footballer had been doing the majority of the communication with your tenant in your old place considering until now you'd been in another country and she had set the whole thing up anyway.

you'd tried to offer her some money for all of her help which all that earned you was a firm punch to the arm and a warning not to be stupid, reminding you that family always helps family and doesn't expect anything in return.

"sí sí she said she wouldn't be home anyway, and you are only needing to access the garage so you will not be entering the house." mapi assured as you nodded, telling her to text you what she wanted you to grab from the market on your way back before ending the call.

stupidly mislabeling a few boxes had meant you were missing a large amount of clothing, and though both ingrid and mapi assured you were free to wear anything of theirs you already felt like you were asking too much of them staying with them anyway.

besides a lot of your more work appropriate clothes were what was missing and due to start this new role in a few days time and anything but a patient woman you were quite eager to get your ducks in a line.

"oh come on!" you grunted, having twisted the key in the garage door but struggling to pull it open, something that had pained you for years. a waterfall of curse words fell from your lips as your frustration grew and you strained to tug it open, hope fasting fading.

"you know robbers do not usually make so much noise?" you jumped at a voice behind you, dropping the door and spinning around with a startled expression.

"lo siento. i am not a robber, i am-" you tried to explain but the taller girl waved off your words. "the owner, sí? i spoke to mapi this morning." she smiled charmingly, pearly white teeth bared in amusement.

"i am jenni, your tenant." she added on with a grin holding out a heavily tattooed hand as you nodded in understanding and properly introduced yourself. "trouble with the door? there is a trick." she held up a finger and nodding for you to move aside.

you frowned curiously but did as she asked, watching as she twisted the key and popped her shoulder into the door, your eyebrows shooting up nearly as fast as the door was opened. "fácil!" she winked and gestured inside.

"i lived here for nearly five years and-" you mumbled with an annoyed huff. "-and i live here for a few weeks and know all the tricks." jenni laughed, hovering just outside as you squatted down and began to move through boxes.

"something like that." you sent her a smile over your shoulder. "i promise i will get everything out soon, my car is still in portugal and its the last thing to come back and-" you stopped yourself realizing a complete stranger would be the last person to care.

"and i do not need to be wasting more of your time, lo siento." you shook your head, finding the box you needed and tugging it up and out. "no need to apologise. you are from barcelona?" jenni asked curiously as you shook your head.

"zaragoza, but i have been living in portugal for the last few years." you answered with a polite smile. "mm then how did you end up with a house in barcelona?" jenni questioned, lips curled upward and eyes scanning you up and down.

"my mami taught me not to talk to strangers." you teased making her laugh. "so did mine but here i am letting one into my garage." jenni pointed out as you now laughed. "my garage, technically." you shrugged, noticing a large motorcycle in the corner of the garage.

"pulling the landlord card querida? vale vale. well i have paperwork we both signed though that says for another four and a half months it is my garage." jenni reminded with a grin to which you couldn't argue.

"do you ride?" you asked nodding curiously toward the bike. "what happened to not talking to strangers? i cannot ask how you ended up in barcelona but you can ask me about my bike?" jenni gasped mockingly as you rolled your eyes.

"well you just answered my question anyway." you smiled picking up the box of clothes and moving back outside as jenni effortlessly reached up and grabbed the roller door to bring it back down, something you needed a ladder for which was oddly attractive.

jenni herself was quite attractive, the way her bright eyes followed you and rose pink links curved into an alluring smile, not to mention each of her long limbs covered in even more tattoos than mapi as she was wearing only a pair of shorts and a plain white oversized shirt.

you opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by a second stranger who came storming out of the house, flipping the girl in front of you off and practically diving into a car speeding away making you frown as the other girl in front of you rolled her eyes.

"friend of yours?" you asked with a raised eyebrow as jenni shrugged. "something like that. would you like to come in for a drink?" the abruptness of her question catching you off guard as you opened and closed your mouth.

"i don't think-" you started, placing down the box as jenni cut you off. "you know if you have a drink with me, i will not be a stranger anymore. didn't your mami also teach you about manners and hospitality?" jenni challenged making you scoff but smile.

"my plans for the evening just ditched me, i already started dinner. it is rude to make someone eat and drink alone you know!" jenni tutted, stepping forward and picking up the box for you before you could protest.

"vamos, i promise i am a good cook and an even better host."

~

and as you woke up that next morning in a bedroom both familiar and unfamiliar, you knew her words to be true.

you could smell coffee as you rubbed your eyes and sat up, you heard the door open and tugged the covers up to hide your naked chest, jenni strolling in with a steaming mug.

"how did you know?" you smiled, always starting your day with coffee as the taller girl gave you an add look. "how did i know i wanted coffee?" she chuckled taking a sip as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at your assumption.

"what time is it?" you asked with a stretch, bending down and snaking your shirt from the floor, slipping it over your head. "eleven, you really slept in." jenni hummed, leaning against the doorframe as bright green eyes drunk you in.

"sorry." you chuckled, completely missing the slightly awkward silence in the air as jenni stepped forward. "your box of stuff is by the door, get dressed and you should go." the girl shrugged, turning on heel and heading out of the room as your mouth opened in shock.

none the less you hurried to collect your clothes, pulling them on and following after her.

"you know landlords should not really sleep with tenants." jenni tutted with a smirk, pulling herself up and onto the counter as you forced your eyes not to roam her half naked body, flashes of last night where it was pressed against you flickering through your mind.

you scoffed and crossed your arms, opening your mouth to let her have it but she spoke first. "whats wrong bebé? not the normal coffee and breakfast waiting for you afterwards that you are used to? i am not that type of girl." jenni chuckled sipping from her mug.

"but last night we talked about so many things and-" "had sex? sí, and we both got something out of that no? now you should really go, technically a landlord cannot be here without the tenants permission." jenni smirked as you could only scoff.

not gracing her with another word you turned on heel and headed for the front door, hearing her footsteps pad after you as you made a swift exit. you paused as you heard a sharp whistle, slowly turning around.

"did you just whistle at me like a dog?" you asked in disbelief crossing your arms and making her chuckle where she leaned against the door. "you forgot your box." she nodded downward at her feet as you stiffened, swallowing your pride and making your way back toward her.

you glared at her as she simply smiled charmingly, sipping at her coffee as you picked up the box and turned again, storming down the path.

though a second wind brewing as you reached the end you shook your head, spinning to give her a piece of your mind but it was too late, the front door already clicking closed as you heard the turn of the lock.

"puta."

[redbullgirly]

HI BABRIE! HI KEN! [part 3, LH44 smau]

Lewis Hamilton x pregnant!reader [social media au]

Masterlist & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 1, LH44 smau] & Hi Barbie! Hi Ken! [part 2, LH 44 smau]

Summary: Lewis and his "real-life Barbie" girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N have a secret they keep from the fans. Though it's only matter of time before they announce the happy news... it's not like it can stay hidden forever anyways.

Warnings: Pregnancy. Slight hate and bodyshaming towards Y/N. If you're not in the right headspace, please don't read it!🫶

Author's Note: After quite some time, hello! I'm so sorry this took so long, but life has been so busy and hectic last month I simply didn't have time and energy to write this sooner. Though I'm very glad for everyone who waited for this part and I hope you'll like it. It's probably not the last one, I have few ideas for more parts. But I don't want to promise anything, we all know how long this part took XD.

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lewishamilton So proud to support charity program for the involvement of children from disadvantaged families in sports yourusername has been working on for a few years now. All money raised from the friendly basketball match goes to the fond of the charity. Let's change lives of these talented kids together! 💫🙏🏾

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user1 basketball players should be grateful our king chose to be f1 driver 😌

user2 fr

yourusername together we can change the world for better!! 💫💕

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user3 You make our lives better by existing Y/N😍😍

user4 I think this is too idealistic lol

user5 queen speaking facts and keeping us motivated

user6 LET HER COOK 🗣🗣🗣

user7 Sir Lewis Hamilton is Sir for a reason 👑

mercedesamgf1 🙏🤍

user8 even though he'll be driving for ferrari next year mercedes still supports him!!!

user9 and what did you think? that they'll ignore him or hate him suddenly? he still got a whole season w them 🤣 plus it's all marketing

user10 nah i'll just live in delusion that admin loves lewis & y/n🥰🥰🥰🥰

user11 I love how you use your platform to raise awareness

user12 omg he's so hot 🥵

user13 Wait, why is Lewis at Y/N's charity event instead of her? I usually support her, but this is just weird... why can't she stand up for her own thing?

user14 RIGHT?! idk why she didn't even bother showing there

user15 Honestly I think that Lewis going there brings more attention to it than just her going there, and it's a good thing people are noticing this organization. Though I don't understand why she didn't go there as well 🤷‍♀️

user16 guys stop wtf she could be sick or smth

user14 or she's just another attention seeker... never liked her tbh

user16 the only attention seeker here is u user14 get a life and stop hating 😘

user14 i'm not hating, i'm stating facts and unlike y/n i don't need a man to do shit for me lmfao

user17 Y'all are really getting mad over nothing xddd

user18 Amazing work! 👏 you make the difference, Lewis😍🖤💛

user19 the fact he has pink pants bc it's y/n's fav color and it's for a charity event she helped organize... i want a man like him 😩

user20 He's down bad for her!!!

user21 I mean... who wouldn't, just look at her🤭

user22 fr what i'd give to talk to y/n once

user23 Our fashion barbie iconic Queen 💖💖

user24 Lew giving the little boy a fist bump🥹

user25 he is going to be a great dad one day

user24 Oh definitely!🫶

user26 can't wait for dad lewis

user27 omggg imagine little him and y/n running around the paddock 😭😭

user26 they'll be sooo cute istg

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yourusername japan grand prix w my favs 🇯🇵🤍

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lewishamilton 🤍🤍

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user1 awww i live for bf lewis

user2 YOU DESERVE SOMEONE BETTER

user3 and who would that be user2 ?? you? lmfao u wish🤣🤣

user4 the disrespect of writing these things under HIS COMMENT where he shows SUPPORT to HIS GIRLFRIEND...

user5 Lewis & Y/N 4ever 🫶

user6 omg look at roscoe baby so cute

user7 the teeth I can't🥹

user8 It's Roscoe's world and we're just living in it fr

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yourusername oh stoppp u are prettier 💓💐

user9 Girls supporting girls and wags supporting wags... that's what we like!!!!

user10 the fact lewis liked alex's comment w two accounts is the best thing that happened this week😭

user11 shut uppp I didn't even notice it before user10 😭 he's such a simp I love this 😭😭

user10 i knoooow😭

user12 finally you attended a grand prix this year!!!!

user13 😍😍😍😍😍

mercedesamgf1 It's always brighter with you in the paddock Barbie Y/N!💖

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yourusername next time i'm going all out w the pink 💖🫶

user14 the legend herselffff

user15 Admin is slaying and supporting Y/N 💁‍♀️

user16 MOTHER IS SERVING ONCE AGAIN🧎🏻‍♀️

roscoelovescoco Enjoying's dad's racing's w my's best's mum's ☺️🏎

yourusername enjoying dad racing w my best son 🥹💕

user17 not roscoe slowly learning y/n's slang and saying w instead of with🤭

user18 and the fact Lewis is the one really writing it... !!!!!

user19 They're such cute a family🥰

user20 mum and dad and son... I can't it's too adorable 🫠❤️‍🩹

user21 Literally the queen of f1 and gorgeousness keep slaying

user22 where is the usual barbie aesthetic?!😥

user23 fr I want pink dresses not blue trousers

user24 Guys she can wear whatever she wants

user23 yeah true but still... she already built that image so why not keep it wtf 🤷‍♀️

user25 Covering her fat stomach with the purse ewww 🤢🥴

user26 i wanna take u haters seriously... but I just can't xd

user27 if you have anger issues like me and don't like online trolls, pls stop scrolling people! there are so many dumb users from twitter in these comments!🙃

user28 I just don't get why they're hating on Y/N all of sudden... what did she ever do to them

user29 idk, probably bcs she wasn't active for a while (she was probably not feeling well or smth as she said in an interview few days back) and didn't attend any gp till japan this year (again she was probably sick so understandable)... plus lot of f1 "fans" are jealous bitches change my mind

user30 Internet always moves in waves and one time everybody loves u and then they hate u 😬

user31 yeah but it's so sad cause y/n is such a sweetheart🥺❤️

user32 I honestly wouldn't care about the haters if they didn't attack her body and the way she looks... that's down right embarrassing and disgusting

user33 AGREED user32

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lewishamilton It's hard to put into words how happy and excited we are. Can't wait to hold our baby in a few months and support my dearest love on every step of the way. Feeling blessed right now 🤍🪐

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charles_leclerc Well, that's a shocking news I didn't know about this time...😂

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charles_leclerc True... fair enough then I guess 🙂

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yourusername charles don't use that ironic emoji on me and fencer u can have the second child

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sebastianvettel Do you realize this is not a private conversation?

yourusername actually u can set selected comments private seb 😁

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lewishamilton No, she's just testing if he's old enough to believe her 🙄

yourusername you're sour bc u believed me the first time i tried it love ☺️🫶

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scuderiaferrari Well... then we'll at least get another tifosi 😉

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landonorris Wait- do y'all realize you'll be parents now? Like real REAL parents of an actual child?!

yourusername yeah lando that's how it usually works when u get pregnant 😊

landonorris Yeah but... wait! The child needs to be McLaren fan!

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landonorris Shhhh Y/N it's a secret mission 🤫

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lewishamilton I'm starting to think this baby will be our second child and Lando is our first...

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lewishamilton NO

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lewishamilton Beautiful, gorgeous and my Barbie!

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user4 Just the fact he usually isn't active on ig and doesn't comment or anything... and she is the only exception😭🤭

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yourusername the best times girly!!! 💕

user8 i live for this friendship

user9 Imagine these two next year in Ferrari garage together!😍

user10 literally the only good thing coming out of lewis leaving mercedes

user11 fr fr user10

user12 Are those flowers from Lewis???

roscoelovescoco Yeah's they'res from's dad's 🌻☺️

user13 OH MY GOD ROSCOE HIIII

user12 Can't believe Lewis Hamilton replied to my comment as his dog 😭

user13 lol user12 u really won life xd

user14 this is sooo cuteee 😻

user15 You and Alex look so good together! Hope you'll be friends forever!

kellypiquet where's the bag from? it's so pretty! 😍🤍

yourusername idk lew gave it to me for christmas last year... i'll ask and let u know!! 🤍🫶

kellypiquet 🫶

user16 The queens of the paddock right here 🙌

user17 still can't believe y/n & lewis are going to be parent in a few months

user18 RIGHT?! It's like a fever dream for me 😭

user19 Yeah i was excited for dad Lewis so long that now I can't believe it's finally happening 🤭❤️

user20 the best wag right here

user21 and soon the best mum!

user22 Ur STUNNING 😭💖

user23 Woman 💅

user24 proud to say i never hated on Y/N

user25 YES

user26 always knew she's the queen 👸💗

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yourusername can't describe in words how much i love u lew!!! 💖💫

lewishamilton Love you too darling, so much!

user1 I can't 😭

user2 i wanna have what they have

user3 THE BEST COUPLE EVER

user4 if they ever break up love isn't real

user5 I'll tell my children they are the original Barbie & Ken

user6 my parents 🥰

user7 y'all don't understand how much i love them

user8 The best parents ever!!!!

roscoelovescoco Mums looking's gorgeous 🥹☀️

lewishamilton She in fact is.

yourusername my boys making me cry 🥹💓

roscoelovescoco Oh's no's mums don't cry's 🙁

yourusername don't worry baby it's happy tears 💞

user9 now I'm crying too... this is so sweet

user10 The reason they're my favs😍

user11 why is this so precious 😭😭

user12 so prettyyyy

kellypiquet Our Barbie looking like a goddess!💅🏻💝

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yourusername thx kelly!!!💕

user13 she's fr glowing 😻

user14 Thought she can't get more beautiful than she was before but pregnancy proved me wrong

user15 MARRY HER

user16 we love bf lewis dedicating whole post to y/n 🤭🤭

voguemagazine 🤩📸

user17 ariana what are u doing here?!??!!

user18 Even Vogue is an Y/N fan and we love it

user19 y'all don't understand how bad i need her to be on the cover of vogue or some other magazine 😩

user20 OMG user19 SHE WOULD SLAY IT TOO HARD

user21 You should marry her now!!! 💍💍

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user22 heyyy did someone else see lewis like it and then un-like it?!😧

user21 When the notification of roscoelovescoco liking my comment came up on my phone I nearly dropped it and screamed... like what? Excuse me sir!!! 😃

user23 LOL I love how he goes savage liking comments w his dog's account and then regrets it immediately xd

user24 guuuyyyssss what if it means we'll get proposal soon???☺️

user21 I wish!!!!

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pac : what you need to know about this separation/no-contact

ok this was the second most chosen topic. here we go, sincerely hoping it resonates and brings some light. you can use this reading for anyone, just remove the romantic messages if any, though I have tried keeping it as clean as possible.

let me know if it resonated :) leave feedbacks/suggestions <33

decks used: biddy tarot, inquire within oracle, cupid says oracle

pile 1 pile 2 pile 3

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Pile 1

Ok as soon as i started shuffling your pile, my sister started singing "fated trouble" by enhyphen. The first thing I would like to say is, it seems this relationship majorly ended because of internal chaos more than anything else. A stagnant situation. Someone being hung up on something. Cancer, or number 8 might be significant for someone. With 8, I am also willing to say Leo. There is so much fast and constant fear pile 1. So much of it. Were you guys very excited and hopeful about the future? Maybe you thought of getting married, and loving each other forever. I can say even if it was for a brief while, your love was reciprocated. One of the things I am being called to say is, there is a chance this connection matures into something you want, or you will find someone like that. Either ways, its time to give this a stop, I am getting clear messages about this. Let it go, and move forward. I am wondering if some of you feel alone or could be your person feels alone, but I am guessing its you. I feel that someone had to make a decision, a hard one to stay together. Someone needed to take a leap and they did not. There is a lot of inner conflict. Someone might have been in the victim mentality. This person, or you, may receive a lot of messages in your dream. Some of you may even receive flashbacks/dreams about all the good times you have spent together. I see both of you miss/missed each other while in this separation. An advice for you would be, to listen to your intuition. To yourself. I feel you have somehow caged yourself. Remove the blindfolds, its time to move forward and ahead. If you are overwhelmed with your emotions, know that its okay to feel what you are feeling pile 1. Giving me vibes of the one that got away.

If you resonated with anything I said, one of the reasons you might not want to go back, is that, you arent a hard choice to make. If this was not a life ending situation, someone being wishy washy about you is not what you deserve, You dont need to know how it WAS, you need to see, how it IS. Its surprising because tho I only see things being caught up here, and no forms of deceit, I am still being told now is not the time, now is the time to let go. And if your love is reciprocated, it will get the happy ending it deserves and I can promise that. Your situation wont end up with both of you having love but parting ways. IF your love is reciprocated pile 1, it will come back. But let it go for now. Let this rest. The lyrics from shy martin's songs are coming up:

"Do you remember how tangled we got in our feelings? Caught up on the small things And I know I thought that pain's part of love But I think I broke you, though I didn't mean to

But are you happy looking back at us When you met me? Would you go back and tell yourself to leave it Knowing what we know? Or are you happy that we happened in our 20s? So you know what you want isn't with me Would you go back and tell yourself to leave it Knowing how it goes? Or are you happy that we happened? Ah" Infact this song could describe your situation. I am listing it here, you might wanna hear it.

One advice I am strongly getting for you, is to go near water, if you can go to lakes, swimming pools, ponds and dip your feet in water, swim if you can and release energy. If you dont have access to watery places, stand in shower and do some standing meditation there. Water your plants. Collect seashells on oceans if possible.

I am promise you, you will be fine. Its time to start fresh and clear pile 1. I promise you it gets better. You will be fine, you will thrive. Dont make a mental prison, dont reflect about this over and over and think about what-ifs. Get up pile 1, i know you love them, but love yourself more. You need to move forward, its just one life, And if this person is supposed to be in it, they will be back. Your life is yours, they are just a part of it.

Advice:

Its ok to feel feelings Listen quietly yes, you can I have support Release.

Pile 2

Dissatisfaction. This is what that comes to my mind. Unlike the previous pile, this is ummm, weird. Lets get into this, One of the things I am getting is, you might be dealing with someone older. Money seems involved too. Did you take a break with this person? and come back? or something like that? Despite of whatever it is, this person seems immature, while you are much emotionally mature. Did you lose some money with this person? Its also giving me that their family had some issues with you, one of them possibly could be financial status. Since this is a general reading, multiple things come up, and i like listing all of them, since I dont know who this is for.

It could very much be that things changed overnight with this person, and what seemed a stable ground suddenly shook and went down all together. It gives me this vibe, that this person wanted to chose. They were not satisfied with what they had. I even feel you are dissatisfied with the overall outcome of this situation. I see someone walking away, most likely in disdain and despair. Strange how i am getting a song in my head for each pile until now, I am getting the lyrics from the song "are you bored yet?" by clario "Will you tell the truth so I don't have to lie?"

this song might make sense to you, so I am listing it here

I was refraining from saying this but, gives me lowkey playboy vibes. Someone who just wants fun. Take it if it resonates. I am also getting its very much possible one of you was moving away, probably even overseas that could have caused some problems. Random but, did this person like being praised? seems so. This person seems so nonchalant and casual to me? Listen Pile 2, if you resonate with this so far, I am getting that this person will get their karma and they would see that the grass isn't greener on the other side, and then actually come back sooner or later. Giving me the lyrics "I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expires, and you'd be standing in my front porch light, I know you'd come back to me"

Cardigan by Taylor Swift might resonate. I swear this person could have tried to deceive you with sweet words in the past or will do that in the future. I cannot tell you what to do with this pile 2, you can chose, but I would suggest you refrain from entertaining this person.

As of the advice, I am getting going out into the nature, and connecting with your inner child. Did you like catching butterflies when you were young pile2? what i mean to say is, tap in with your inner child, make them happy and do things you love. Start enjoying small little things around you. Maybe do gardening, plant a little seed or maybe buy one small plant for your room. Water it daily and love and care for it like you would for yourself. Connect yourself to earth, maybe sit on the ground and meditate, hug trees, and walk barefoot on grass. Feel it under your feet. Go on cycling, laugh a lot. All is good. Although I usually say, that you will transform and change, I feel called to say, you are already beautiful and the lessons you learnt here dont seem to change much, you already are, everything pile 2. If this situation made you doubt your worth or compare yourself to others, just dont. You are wonderful and deserve the best love.

Advice: Look into the nature for healing You already, are Celebrate little things Plant a seed and wait Have curiosity, maybe start learning something new/always wanted to Be patient, love always wins :)

Pile 3

Ok, so I feel this person could be very confused pile 3, could be in the past a lot. It could be that you have experienced multiple cycles with this person. A woman was coming through, maybe the person you are asking about is a woman, or maybe some woman was involved. I am also getting you could have had multiple fresh starts with this person, You could have met them in school, colleges, or through your mother. Number 4 might be significant to someone. I am also feeling some of you made this decision to walk away gracefully, probably on advice of your closed loved ones. summer feels important.

This seems to have been built on a shaky foundation pile 3. I keep on accidentally typing pile 2, you may wanna check pile 2 out. Anyways, was this person someone who you knew from a while? maybe childhood? I feel there has been arguments with this person, This person could have ran away as well, and how it happens everytime smh, they think about this a lot and just think, hmmm what should i do now? what should I do next. They could very well be stalking your social media if you have one. Looking at old pics or wanting to see you somehow. It CLEARLY appears to me, this person was very questionable, you dont seem the first priority to them. They were/are obsessed with something, either past or money. Could even be they were hiding something from you. This person looks lonely in some ways, maybe they lost you over this obsession for something else. And whats worse is, they still seem to be thinking, to be able to make a choice, so much immature energy pile 3. This person seems so much in their head over what they even want. So much thinking, you are an easy choice pile 3, you dont deserve this much contemplation just to be chosen and loved. They want to bring "justice" and the right solution to the situation. I wonder how long this will take since this person is definitely in their feels, and looking over the past and what went down.

They seem to just, sit and think endlessly and proceed to do nothing. My advice, just don't wait for someone like this. I am getting this feeling this person has confused themselves about you to a point where it seems like false love. It seems some weird guilt tripped thing rather than wanting to make things right out of genuine love. Regardless, this person is very restless and doesn't seem to have any satisfaction with what they have.

My advice for you, is to get out of your head about this situation. Also, if you saw this person as a competition, don't. If you see/ hear them doing well, dont trust everything you hear. Infact, if you hear anything about this person that should not concern you anymore, dont pay attention. Move at your pace, people who start running wayy before the marathon, exhaust themselves midway. I have learnt and seen this in my life. What i mean is, be at your own pace and you will win pile 3. If you have lost faith, so be it, but emerge out of this situation. I understand you could have connected to this person, but dont take this seriously anymore. Get out of your own way pile 3. I am also getting a message of creating to-do lists for your day. Consider praying or writing in your journal if you wish to manifest something. You dont deserve deceit pile 3.

Advice: Its not a competition Emerge, dont lose faith Dont take it all too seriously Get out of your own way Ask and ye shall receive dont trust everything you hear

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In another life, perhaps

Characters: Love and deepspace boys x gn!reader

C/w: Angst, events in which the boys remember a specific memory with you before returning to the reality. Reader calls Rafayel “Raf” for short and he calls them his beloved. First person pov !

A/n: I’ve never almost written angst before so 😭 I’m in the making of a few love and deepspace fanfics so..we’ll see <3

Xavier

It was the first time I’d see him cry. Xavier’s tears ran down his cheeks while looking up at the stratosphere. The stars seemed to shine bright for him, as Xavier turned towards me, he held my hand close to his chest where his heartbeat was. Almost as if he didn’t want to let go, I then looked up at the same starry sky that he was staring at a few moments ago. A shooting star appeared suddenly, my eyes never leaving it as I spoke.

“Did you make a wish?” I inquired, wiping his tears away while watching as he drew me closer.

“Yes, of course I did”

“What did you wish for?” His eyes were glossy as Xavier responded, brushing stray hairs away from my face.

“I wished..to have you by my side, always.” I chuckled, hitting his chest slightly as Xavier watched with an amused face.

“You’re so silly! Of course I’m going to be here forever, do you ever doubt it?” More tears streamed down his face, sitting close to the gravestone while placing some white lilies, whispering his final goodbyes

“Promises don’t last forever after all..but I’ll be waiting somewhere, if the stars allow us to meet again”

Rafayel

“Why are you crying Raf?” I asked, brushing some tears away from his face. Rafayel was pouting slightly as he kept me close, waves crashing against the shore, the only sound surrounding us.

“Who said I was crying?” He spoke, voice cracking as evidence of what he felt at the moment. My hands took hold of his shoulders, leaning against his chest while Rafayel looked at the many seashells that washed up from the current waves. I then grab his chin, pulling him down to see his eyes a bit red from all the crying.

“Your eyes say otherwise, Rafayel. Tell me, what troubles you?” Rafayel then pressed up a conch shell against my ear, allowing me to hear the sounds of the ocean while falling asleep on his shoulder. Waking up minutes later to see that I was still in his arms, a vice grip around my waist supported my body up, almost as if he was afraid of losing me.

“I don’t want to ever forget you, please, stay” My gaze falls upon the necklace around my neck, taking it off and wrapping it around Rafayel’s while smiling

“I’m not going anywhere Raf, I’m sure of that. '' The water felt cold around Rafayel’s body as he submerged himself in the depths of the ocean, trying to keep the memory of them alive, holding the necklace around him softly while staring into the vast sea.

“If only I hadn’t let you go, my beloved”

Zayne

Watching the northern lights while Zayne cried was such a rare sight to see. The always stoic doctor had been reduced to nothing but shambles at my presence, I smiled, hoping it would comfort him as Zayne’s body stood beside my own despite the cold.

“Zayne..?” His eyes looked into mine, trying to get a sense of his current reality while I felt my fingertips go cold due to the freezing temperatures.

“Don’t worry about me..but you’re freezing, allow me.” Without even asking for anything, Zayne’s hands intertwined with mine. A small smile made my worries cease a bit while he kissed my now warm hands so tenderly, what did I even do to deserve this type of treatment from him?

“Are you sure? The northern lights are a sight to behold but..” I trailed off, sitting down on one of the chairs Zayne was kind enough to bring for tonight. My hands never seemed to leave his grasp, almost as if he’d never want to let go.

“If you could ask the universe for anything, what would it be?” My sudden question made Zayne’s face light up slightly, looking at me before gazing at the sky and its beautiful spectacular. He took a deep breath before answering.

“I’d ask the universe..for more time; the one thing I didn’t have to save you and now..I’ve lost you once again.” Zayne glanced now at the empty seat beside him that contained the scarf he gifted her, holding back tears while gazing at the nightly sky.

[alwaysmicado]

I just stumbled across this photo and wrote down what came to mind within five minutes. It's about an older Nathan, and it's emotional. ♡

Your ex, Nathan Bateman, is attending a gala dinner where you're the guest speaker.

You haven't seen each other since you left him ten years ago, after you couldn't take it anymore and finally had to admit to the both of you that love just isn't enough. You've since married a wonderful man and have a happy family. Your life is good. Nathan hasn't dated anyone else after you walked out of his life forever. He kept up with your socials in the beginning, but has stopped that a couple of years ago.

Now that he sees you here – the smartest, kindest, most beautiful human he's ever had the luck of knowing in this miserable life – he feels strange. Your presence can still captivate a whole room of people. Your voice is still as melodic as he remembers. You even look the same, apart from a few more wrinkles and gray hairs that suit you very well.

But there's one striking difference. You have a spark in your eyes. A beautiful, bright spark he remembers from when you came into his life and just...stayed. You lost that spark over the course of your relationship. He remembers how lifeless and dull your eyes were when you stood in the living room with no more tears to cry. He didn't beg you to stay, didn't promise you he would change, didn't stop you when you walked out into the night. He let you go.

His heart hurts as he looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes, but he doesn't feel sad. No. He feels happy for you.

You deserve the life you have. You deserve to pursue your career. You deserve to follow your dreams, to have relationships that fulfill you, to see the world. You deserve a partner who supports you. Who's not afraid to share his life with you. Who isn't afraid to love you. You deserve it all.

And even though he'll always love you in his own way, Nathan knows he could never be that man for you.

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Nathan masterlist

[lilibethwrites]

Growing Pains

Chapter 4 (Finale): The Delights of the Realm

Aemond Targaryen x F!Velaryon (Strong) Reader

Part 1 – Part 2 – Part 3

They say it’s always the dark before sunrise, and Aemond and Y/N have more than earned to bask in the sunlight of their love. But, will everything go as smooth as they would hope to? Will the Prince and the Princess get the happily ever after they deserve? Or will they burn for each other apart?

 Warnings: NSFW (smut. So much smut)

 Word count: 5472

 A.N: I’ve received so many lovely messages and so much love and support while this little project was going on. I’m so glad to have you all along for the ride. Enjoy!

 Aemond’s promise lit a fire that burnt Y/N all across her body, but it scorched the desire rising between her legs the most. She leaned against the table to stay on her feet as Aemond left her arms abruptly.

 “To—ahem, tonight?” Her trembling hands brushed strays of hair behind her ear. “How do you plan to do that, my Prince? Will you summon the Sept to your bedchamber? You are still forbidden from leav—”

 “Patience, my love,” he said with his back to Y/N, digging through the chest at the foot of his bed.

 ”My love, my love, my love…” Aemond’s voice dipped in the sweetest of honey in the realm echoed in Y/N’s mind. She gripped the rounded corner of the table to stop herself from all but jumping into his arms, or collapsing to her knees and sobbing for how long she’d waited to hear it, and for how long she’d lamented that he would never say it.

 At the bottom of the wooden chest, wrapped in a generous cut of rich velvet, was a necklace. Made from some of the best pearls of King Viserys’ coffers, and with a pendant wrought from Valyrian steel encrusted with rubies, emeralds and sapphires.

 Aemond pulled it out with a glint of pride in his eye. He unwrapped the ribbon that kept the necklace secure between the folds of the velvet, and the pearls glistened in the candlelight. It seemed like the sort of jewellery that would be kept in the royal bank, passed down only from one Queen to the other.

 “Aemond—what—what is this?”

 “This, my darling,” he kneeled in front of Y/N, holding the necklace out for her to see. “Is my promise to you that I will love you and protect you until the last drop of my blood.”

 “But…” the tears that were more than ready to fall that night prickled Y/N’s eyes once more, and this time, she didn’t fight them.

 Between her quivering lips came out a quiet, shaky whimper of Aemond’s name. He rose quickly to his feet and wiped the tears that rolled down to Y/N cheeks with his thumb.

 “I shall have you cry no more unless they are happy tears.”

 “Where—how—” How did Aemond come to the possession of that necklace? And for what purpose?

 “Must you truly interrogate me now? Could you at least pity me enough to allow me to put it on you?” Aemond smiled, rubbing Y/N’s shoulders.

 Y/N nodded in response and turned around with her hair swept away from her neck. Aemond placed the necklace around Y/N’s neck and pressed a rather sensuous, open-mouthed kiss to her bare skin before clasping it secure. Goosebumps arose where his lips had just been, and Y/N turned around with heavy lids.

 Her fingers ran across the pearls, stopping at the pendant in the middle of them while Aemond followed her delicate hand with a dark, hungry look in his eye.

 “Aemond, my love,” Y/N could say it forever and she would still not have enough. “It’s beautiful.”

 The cold pearls and the Valyrian steel on her scorching skin only spurred on further as she closed the distance between them once again and raised on her toes to pull Aemond down for another kiss. There were emotions welled up inside them for far too long that words couldn’t hope to do justice. Aemond was just as eager to do away with words that couldn’t scratch the surface of the love and lust he felt for Y/N, so he kissed her back.

 It was gentle and passionate, which they said Aemond was incapable of. Surprisingly, Y/N was the eager and rough one of the lovers, tangling her fingers in Aemond’s hair to pull him closer to deepen the kiss and roughen it up, but Aemond resisted. He remained gentle, slow and sweet, almost too gentle even for a Septa’s liking.

 “If you—” he murmured pleadingly into the kiss, their lips barely apart, “if you keep on with it—my love, I may not be able to stop.”

 “You’ve stopped for far too long. I do not want you to any longer.” Y/N’s voice was low and breathy, dripping in lust for Aemond that she has suppressed for years.

 Aemond’s response was a growl which sounded more dragon than human. He scooped her up easily and carried her to his bed. And despite his hunger for her and the arousal that tightened his breeches, he mustered enough control to set her down gently and climbed on top of her.

 They stared at one another for a moment and reached for each other’s faces as if to convince themselves it was not a twisted dream they would wake up from in a sweat.

 “Command me to stop and I—”

 “I do not wish you to stop, Aemond. I never once did.”

 With that, Aemond’s lips closed around Y/N’s, then travelled down to her jaw, her neck, and her chest peeking from the loosened ribbons of her nightgown. He undid each bow with his teeth, planting a wet kiss on the newly-revealed patch of skin. He was slow, torturously so. When Y/N raised her hips impatiently, he grinned mischievously and pressed them down.

 “Patience, my darling Princess. Allow me to savor you. The night is still young,” he whispered in her ear before pressing another kiss to the corner of her lip and returning to his duty down on her chest.

 Aemond patiently undid the ribbons that held the bodice of Y/N’s nightgown together. He pulled back, sitting between her legs to admire his work, and more than that, his lover’s body on his bed, ready for him to take. To claim, to make her his own in yet another way.

 Heat crept up to Y/N’s cheeks under Aemond’s hungry eye. She felt like a rabbit toyed with by a predator, and surprisingly, she enjoyed it. She squirmed, begging with purrs and whimpers for Aemond to return to where he had left off.

 Aemond slid an arm under her waist and lifted Y/N off the bed enough to slip the gown off her shoulders and down to her hips. From there, he pulled it off and discarded it easily. There Y/N lay only in her stockings held at her thighs with ribbons and her pearls-and-Valyrian-steel necklace.

 She raised herself off to kneel in front of Aemond, who was still in his nightshirt and breeches. Her trembling fingers pulled his shirt up and off, and Aemond raised his hands to allow her. While he expected her hands to travel to the ties that kept his waistband in place, Y/N instead reached for his face. His eye widened, and in the anticipation of what was to come, he grew stiff. Perhaps he even meant to pull back, but Y/N had already hooked a finger under the cord that kept his eye patch in place.

 It was funny. Y/N was the one who stood with nothing but stockings and a necklace in front of him, yet Aemond felt naked and vulnerable instead. He held Y/N’s wrist gently to stop her.

 “Aemond, I love you. All of you. A sapphire for an eye will not change that. The Seven Gods together cannot.” She even thought it added a certain charm to him.

 He relaxed, then. Slowly, with each shaky exhale, and allowed Y/N to take the patch off.

 “I should have told you more just how handsome you are,” Y/N kissed along the deep scar that ran across the right side of Aemond’s face. Her fingertips left dragon fire wherever they travelled, from his cheeks to his neck, down to his chest and abdomen, dangerously close to where his manhood craved her touch. Yet he knew that if she did, he would come undone in no time. That was no way to make love to his lady on their first time.

 So Aemond instead gently laid Y/N down, his body positioned once again between her legs. He caressed her thighs, and she moaned without shame, safe and proud in the knowledge that she was his and that they deserved to act on their lust. Then his calloused fingertips moved to the insides of her thighs, to the soft and sensitive flesh burning up for him. That alone was enough to make Y/N squirm and whimper, reaching up to squeeze one of his pillows.

 “Do not close your eyes. I want to see it in your eyes.”

 “What—what in my—oh, Gods!” Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the obscene sounds as she found out exactly what Aemond wanted to see in her eyes. His finger stroked a long line between her already-slick folds, remained pressed at the bundle of nerves that almost made her come undone, and drew a circle on it all the while keeping his eye on hers.

 It was an understatement to say that Aemond took pleasure in watching the way Y/N responded to his touch. To watch the woman he loved from afar for so long losing her composure under his fingers, her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, and to know that he was the only one to witness it pleased him like nothing else could. His own breathing turned heavier, and his parted lips trembled at the sight in front of him.

 Unrelenting, Aemond dipped his head between Y/N’s legs next. He sucked on and very gently scraped his teeth on the tender flesh of the insides of Y/N’s thighs. He stopped just before her folds only to look up at her as he wetted his lips and he slid a finger in.

 Y/N meant to protest. She was already on the verge of her release. Aemond did pull his finger out, but only to push back two. He hushed Y/N, asking her to trust him, whispering that it would be better for her this way.

 “Do not hold back,” he instructed. Then, the absence of his fingers was filled by his tongue. He sucked, lapped at and swirled over her folds before dipping his tongue into her warmth, working for her release with long and slow strokes.

 Aemond’s hips were grinding against the mattress desperately: he was at the very end of his restraint. It was a good thing that so soon after, Y/N’s muscles tightened, and the coiling tension snapped into a fuzzy, sweet heat that overtook her body. She arched her back, writhing—all the while squeezing Aemond’s head between her thighs and trapping him pushed against her heat with his nose pressed up against her swollen bud. She’d touched herself before to the thoughts of Aemond, but never once had she come close to the peak of the mountain of blinding pleasure Aemond brought her to just now.

 When she regained her composure, her voice already turning hoarse and her throat beginning to ache from just how much she’d screamed her lover’s name, she let go of the sheets she was gripping to comb her fingers through Aemond’s hair.

 He rose slowly and triumphantly from between her legs then. He licked his lips and wiped his chin on the back of his hand. His broad chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he was all but gasping for air.

 When Aemond undid his breeches and freed his bulge with a hiss, the tremors in Y/N’s thighs and hips had just come to an end. The untamed predator in him was beguiling enough to almost seduce Aemond into simply pulling the fabric down to his knees and entering Y/N. Resisting the sweet urge to enter her in one swift thrust and set a frantic, unrelenting tempo proved to be even more difficult than when he intended to slash her Lannister suitor from ear to ear.

 He was already hard, achingly so. Y/N reached down between her legs, wrapped her trembling hand around his and guided him inside her. He pushed in slowly, carefully. Y/N’s head was buried back in Aemond’s pillow and his was thrown back in pleasure. As he split her folds and entered her slowly, the lovers gasped and moaned in unison. There was a hint of pain inside Y/N as he sank down into her depth, stretching her with each slight thrust of his hips. She could feel every little vein on his manhood, and Aemond was engulfed by the tight heat that squeezed him relentlessly. Her hand wantonly reached up, trying to hold onto something, anything. Aemond laced his fingers with hers, comforting her as he allowed her to adjust to his size just before he bottomed out with a groan stifled in his throat.

 Then he started moving again. His pace was easy, slow, affectionate. He leaned closer to her body and Y/N gripped the back of his head to pull him down for a kiss. It was sloppy as each roll of Aemond’s hips pulled their heads back to tear out another whimper or moan.

 Soon, Y/N adapted to just how Aemond filled her, and the hint of pain left its place for pure pleasure. Her hips jolted when he hit a particularly sweet spot, and he hooked her leg around his waist to go deeper, to keep working the spot that made Y/N cry his name out.

 Y/N’s heart began to race once again. The same overwhelming tension began to coil once again, and this time, she pushed against his thrusts to chase it. The second time around was even sweeter for both of them. Her walls fluttered around him, her hips stuttered, and with her arched back pressing her chest to his, she came undone once again with his name on her lips.

 Aemond sucked in a sharp breath, his own release was brought threateningly close as his name on Y/N’s lips filled his ears and he felt each spasm and flutter around his sensitive member. He meant to pull out, to give Y/N the rest she much needed. He was used to taking care of himself, after all. Yet, Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to keep going.

 His thrusts became erratic and hungry then. His head hung low, his hot breath tickling the sweaty skin of Y/N’s neck as he buried his fingers into her soft hips. She could feel his cock twitching inside her, and she whispered praises to her lover, encouraging him to go as fast and rough as he desired.

 The sound of smacking flesh and their moans filled the bedchamber. Aemond’s nerves were on fire. With a trembling hand, he attempted to let his hips loose from Y/N’s legs, but she only pulled his head down to whisper in his ear that she desired him to finish inside her.

 Aemond knew very well he shouldn’t, but his resolve had run out, and he found himself keeping her hips in place to pound inside her. His face was flushed with loose strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead creased into a frown of concentration. He bit his lip to stifle the loud groans that threatened to overflow from his bedchamber to the empty hall. With one last powerful thrust, his abdomen tightened and he spilled himself inside her.

 His sweet, carnal sounds and the warmth of his load pushed Y/N over the edge one last time as well, and the shockwaves of pleasure gripped both their bodies. Aemond could keep himself barely above her with two shaking arms planted on each side of her head, and they remained with their foreheads pressed together and eyes shut for a moment.

 They were both sucking in sharp breaths and exhaling shakily, their hips twitching and jolting from overstimulation. Aemond was the first to recollect himself. He pulled himself out of her with a gasp, and watched his seed leak out of her Y/N’s folds. The room, now that he came back to his senses, smelled of Y/N’s perfume and the musky smell their lovemaking.

 He rolled on his back next to her and pulled his lover onto his chest with an arm around her shoulders. His fingers absentmindedly massaged her tense muscles, and she tangled her legs with his. Now that they came down from the height of their pleasure, the thin sheen of sweat that covered their bodies and glistened in the candlelight began to send shivers down their spines in the cold air of midnight.

 As if jealous of the way the two lovers dissolved into pleasure and fell apart in each other’s arms, thunder rumbled outside the window and it soon started pouring. Aemond pulled the heavy blanket over their naked bodies, and Y/N nestled her head into his chest. She could hear the pounding of his heart settling down into a slow rhythm. They remained quiet for a while, simply content to hear each other breathe and to have found out that reality proved to be better than their dreams for once.

 “My love,” she cooed.

 “Yes, my darling?”

 “Nothing. I only wanted to say it.” That got a quiet chuckle out of Aemond, and he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

 “Though, I would very much like it if you—”

 “If I told you how I came to possess the necklace?”

 “No!” She rose, still in his arms. Aemond only squinted and cocked his head to the side. He knew her all too well.

 “Well… yes,” defeated, she dropped her head back on his chest.

 “It was made for me—well, for my wife-to-be. As grandfather handed it to me, I could see it on no woman’s neck but yours. I lied upon my arrival and said that I’d left it with the Baratheon lord as an offer of consolation, but I hadn’t even taken it with me. I’ve held onto the silly hope that the day might come when I could use it for its true purpose.”

 “What would you have done if... you know. You couldn’t give it to me?” Y/N asked without lifting her head, and her fingers drew shapes and spelled out High Valyrian words she’s recently learned on Aemond’s chest.

 “I would rather not dwell on that dreadful possibility. It upset me for far too many nights already.”

 To push out the dreadful possibilities that haunted him for years, Aemond focused on the way Y/N’s fingertips moved across his skin. He identified them as High Valyrian right away and tried to make out the words she was spelling. Her High Valyrian needed some work, he noticed, but decided it would make a worse pillow talk than the one at hand.

 “Please,” Y/N snuggled closer to Aemond with a playful smile. She propped herself up on an elbow to look at him while her other hand rested on Aemond’s chest where her head had just been. “As your wife-to-be, I ask that you humour me. Would you have sold it?”

 “No. Of course not. I would have flown above the sea and thrown it down from the clouds.”

 “Imagine—” a big yawn interrupted Y/N. “Imagine the poor fisher who’d come upon it.”

 “Y/N. The impact would have shattered it,” Aemond spoke incredulously but with a smile anyway. “You speak as if you’ve never flown before.”

 She considered it for a moment, then giggled at her silliness. Apparently, her wits didn’t come back to her just as quickly as her breath did.

 “Help me dress,” she said next, after another yawn. Aemond was fighting the sweet call of slumber with his heavy lid as well.

 “Dress? Remain here in my arms.”

 “Mother would turn the Red Keep upside down if I’m not in my bed by the time she is up.”

 She planted a kiss on Aemond’s lips, and he pulled her back into his embrace for another, longer one.

 “Tell her we were consummating our marriage, darling wife.”

 “For that, dear husband, we need to be married first.”

 Y/N began tying the ribbons of her nightgown. It was difficult to stand with the dull ache between her legs and her trembling knees. Aemond rose from the bed to support her with a hand on her back.

 Then despite Aemond’s insistence that he would carry her back to her chamber in his arms, they settled on him walking her to her door. Y/N forbade him from entering, however, when she saw the mischievous glint in his eye. He was a terrible liar, and even the silliest of the servant girls could tell he meant to do more than fluff up her pillows if she allowed him in.

 “How could a lady so sweet could be so cruel to her humble servant?” He feigned sorrow, and Y/N gave him another kiss to send him on his way.

 The Prince and the Princess had the deepest, most restful slumbers of their lives that night. Aemond clutched the pillows that smelled like his lover, and Y/N ran her fingertips across the bruises that were starting to darken where Aemond’s mouth and fingers had been.

 By the time Y/N limped to join her family for breakfast the next morning, Aemond was already seated and nursing a cup of wine. His head shot up to the door when her attendance was announced. Despite the night before when they left no place in their bodies unexplored, heat crept up to Y/N’s cheeks at the chaste smile Aemond gave her.

 Across from Y/N, Daemon smirked at the lovers knowingly. The man had a nose like a hound in a hunting party for such things.

 “I trust the evening lay was decent?” He spoke up out of nowhere.

 Y/N choked on her bite of sweetpie, and Aemond’s eye widened. They both froze, while the rest of the table gave Daemon puzzled looks for asking that question so late into the breakfast.

 “What? Have I said something out of the ordinary?” He feigned innocence, but the mischievous smirk plastered on his face gave his intentions away to the guilty party. “What, Rhaenyra? I was merely asking if we all had decent enough slumber following the tragic event.”

 “Yes, Uncle. It was, in fact, better than decent.” Aemond rose to Daemon’s challenge with a defying smirk.

 Never once to exchange words, this interaction took everyone by surprise, Y/N included. Then Aemond’s gaze fell on Y/N, and he gave her a smile that she couldn’t quite read. Reassuring perhaps, but of what?

 Then he got up from his seat with his cup in the air.

 “I propose a toast for what came out of it, Uncle. Give me Y/N’s hand in marriage.”

 Silence fell to the table, and everyone froze in their motions. Alicent’s fork in the air, Otto with his orange peel in his mouth, Rhaenyra clutching her pregnant belly and Aegon slowly sobering up at what he had just heard coming out of his brother’s mouth.

 “Not much of a question, is it?” Deamon mumbled, smiling. He was enjoying this far too much, even for his usual disposition. His voice barely reached Rhaenyra and Aemond. “You’re demanding her hand in marriage. No?”

 Then Aegon laughed. “What in Gods’ name is happening?!”

 Helaena, sweet as ever, began to clap in excitement. “Another wedding! How sweet!”

 Then came the commotion.

 “Absolutely not! Over my grave!” Rhaenyra roared.

 “Are you mad?! Are you insane?! Do you intend to start a war?!” Alicent shouted at her son.

 “What is the meaning of this?! This is unacceptable!” Otto stared back and forth between Y/N and Aemond. He was dangerously close to morphing into a dragon and setting the lovers on fire.

 “Absolutely not! My only daughter WILL NOT marry that… this boy!” Rhaenyra slammed her hands on the table.

 “Rhaenyra, you’ve once asked for Alicent’s daughter—“ Daemon lowered his voice, and Rhaenyra followed instinctively.

 “For Luke! Jake! They are not the same!”

 “No, but it would do us both good if our families were reunited again. All the better if the marriage is not an arranged one. We all know how those tend to end,” he whispered the last part with a grin. He of all people would know.

 “How could you be so delighted with this when you very much dislike the boy?”

 “It’s a good thing I’m not the one marrying him, then. That we would both agree on, no? Trust Y/N to know what is good for her.”

 Meanwhile, Aemond was still standing up, unflinching. He seemed almost bored, as if the uproar he had just caused was just an inconvenience in the way of the blessing he was determined to acquire one way or the other.

 “Either allow me to marry her, or I shall take her and make her my wife elsewhere,” he threatened both Y/N’s and his own family calmly.

 Daemon was amused still, and interjected only to speak to Y/N. “Dear daughter, what is your word on this? Is this your desire?”

 The table fell silent once again; all eyes were trained on Y/N. She gazed into Aemond’s to find the strength to speak up. It wasn’t difficult to imagine how this would go down: either with Aemond and herself leaving the table as husband and wife or with swords drawn and blood spilled.

 “Yes,” she spoke quietly but assuredly. “It is indeed my desire, father. Mother, Queen Alicent. I wish nothing more than to be wed to Prince Aemond, with or without your blessings.”

 “Finally, very good,” Daemon chuckled and clapped his hands. “Took you two lovers long enough to come around to it.”

 Soon, Rhaenyra was calmed and she came around to the idea once she saw just how happy Aemond made her daughter, and Alicent smiled her most sincere smiles since her husband, King Viserys, fell ill and turned bed-ridden.

 The preparations for the wedding began swiftly. Aemond and Y/N spent all their waking moments together, this time without any secrets or care for the gossip. Their union was blessed twice, once under the light of Seven Gods as per Queen Alicent’s request, and once more by the old Valyrian tradition. Though both were only for their families: Aemond promised that he was Y/N’s and Y/N his at the night they’d spent in each other’s arms. There was no stronger promise to them than that. For the celebratory feast, King Viserys himself left his bed and graced their union with his presence and blessing. The throne room erupted into laughter when he joked that he was surprised when the news of the Prince and Princess’s betrothal reached his ears as he thought they have already been married for years.

 Content just to live in a chamber together for as long as they had one another, it came to the lovers as a surprise when Prince Daemon proposed a toast and offered them a wedding gift. By Rhaenyra, Alicent and Visery’s blessings, he gave the newly-weds Harrenhal for them to live in and rule as they saw fit. It was far enough to have their own lives but not far enough that they couldn’t make the journey to King’s Landing and back in a reasonable time. Besides, the weather and the land were perfectly suitable for their dragons to inhabit as well.

 “Far enough that I won’t have to see my dear Niece’s sour face every morning as I break my fast, but close enough that I shall fly in a moment to kill him myself if he is ever to upset my daughter,” Daemon only half-joked in his usual sarcasm.

 Known for his lack of sense of humor around most people, Aemond’s response was awaited in tension in the hall. Even Y/N squeezed his hand under the table. Aemond smiled, and like his uncle, he only half-joked when he promised that it wouldn’t be necessary as he would carry out the deed himself if he ever found himself upsetting his dear wife.

 “Your flight would be in vain. You would find me fallen on my sword, Uncle.”

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 “Oh, how delightful!” A servant cheered.

 “The Gods have blessed us on this noon!”

 “Congratulations, Princess, it’s a healthy boy!”

 “What are you standing here for?! Go on, fetch Prince Aemond!”

 “Send a raven to King’s Landing—and one to Dragonstone!”

 Amid the cheerful commotion of the servants and midwives, the baby was carefully cleaned with a wet cloth dipped in scented oil and wrapped up in a red and green blanket. Camylle, who packed up and moved to Harrenhal with her Princess after the wedding, handed him to Y/N with tears of joy.

 “He’s strong and healthy just like his father. What shall be his name, my Princess?”

 “Viserys.”

 “Oh, that’s a lovely name.”

 The labour had been going on for a while. Not long enough to warrant concern, but long enough for Aemond to receive the news and to rush into Vhagar’s nest. The news of his son’s birth reached him just as he had ripped his cloak to wrap it around a dragon egg of green and gold.

 He hurriedly came into the bedchamber clutching the cloak, with the sweat and dirt still on his face.

 “Oh, you’ve given birth of your own, husband?”

 “It’s a gift, my love, from Vhagar.”

 “An egg! Dyana, come look! An egg!” The servants approached the bassinet where Aemond carefully put the egg to hopefully hatch for his son one day.

 Aemond wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder and gazed at their baby as if he’d just witnessed the miracle of the Seven for himself.

 “How are you doing?” He gently brushed the loose strands of hair from Y/N’s face. She smiled up weakly at him with baby Viserys in her arms.

 “Always well when you are by my side, love.”

 Though even just the lift of a finger sent excruciating pain up and down her body, Y/N scooted away to make room for Aemond to sit by her.

 “You know, I suspect moon tea might not be as effective as the Maester would have us believe,” Y/N joked when the servants began dwindling in numbers, some busy with carrying the bloodied rags to washing and some preparing the newborn Prince’s room.

 “Hm. A rather swift observation on your part, darling wife. Thought it begs further experiment, no?”

 Y/N groaned, she would’ve burst into a fit of laughter if it didn’t hurt her belly.

 “Absolutely not. I am never doing this again.”

 Despite that, Viserys had a brother when he was three. And Aerys looked so much like his father that Y/N often joked Aemond might as well have birthed the boy himself alone. Then, when the boys just barely became dragonriders under the tutelage of their father, came the apple of their eyes: a sweet girl by the name of Visenya.

 Maesters wrote in their history books that she was so lovely, she came out not crying but smiling at the midwives and her parents. From thereon, Prince Aemond was known not as One Eye, but as One Arm. Because Visenya was so charmed by her father, and Aemond with her, that she was always by his side, carried in his arm as a baby and held by the hand once she learned to walk. The poor Prince only had his right hand free to attend to matters, and gladly reserved the left for his precious daughter.

 The three grandchildren became the darlings of their grandparents, as well as the realm itself. The sight of Vhagar with a small dragon, so small it could be Vhagar’s claw, right next to her was a cause of celebration. It meant Prince Aemond and his darling daughter were coming to visit King’s Landing, and would soon be followed by Princess Y/N on dragonback with her sons flying on each side of her.

 Many tapestries and paintings were made for the beloved grandchildren of the realm, and even more songs were written and sung all across Westeros. And Aemond and Y/N’s love, even long after their passing, inspired many poets and bards to write the sweetest of love songs and stories. So much so that the young lovers were commonly described as being “madly in love like Aemond and Y/N”.

 The Maesters wrote in history books that the union of two unlikely dragons, one an unruly Prince and the other an extraordinary Princess, stopped a bloody war that could have gone on for decades and might as well have been the end of their houses. It was said that the grandchildren were so loved that both the Blacks and the Greens forgot why they were ever at each other’s throats, and the realm has seen decades of peace like they’ve never known before. And so it was said that Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N, who had no intentions of ever claiming the Iron Throne for themselves, along with their children, became the forever King and Queen in the hearts of the realm.

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For the First Time In Forever…

I feel like writing again! I’ve missed you all so much and am so thankful for all of your love and support and kind words and just your existence! You are all amazing!

To celebrate, and because I’m wanting to ease myself back into writing as I am afraid I’m severely out of practice, I’m posting some prompts below that I would love for you all to look over and choose! Any character you want, any scenario, and you can combine!

I don’t know if I will get to all of them and as a forewarning, most of them will probably somewhat short, but I will do my best! I also want to extend this offer to the Baldurs Gate 3 fandom as that game has been my saving grace for awhile! But ACOTAR is very much accepted as well!

I love you guys and can’t wait to write again for you! ❤️

Prompts

Angst:

1.) “Don’t lie to me. I know everything”

2.) “I don’t love you.”

3.) “Please don’t do this.”

4.) “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.”

5.) “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

6.) “Us? There never was such a thing.”

7.) “You think I would fall in love with someone like you?”

8.) “You don’t deserve me.”

9.) “You….you cheated on me?”

10.) “Don’t leave me, please, I still need you.”

11.) “What do you want me to say?”

12.) “You promised!”

13.) “Stop pretending this wasn’t your plan all along, to break me down until I’m nothing.”

14.) “You can’t do this.”

15.) “I hate you.”

Fluff:

1.) “Can I hug you?”

2.) “You’re everything to me.”

3.) “Surely you know how much I care about you?”

4.) “Come for a cuddle?”

5.) “You’re so oblivious, aren’t you?”

6.) “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

7.) “I love you.”

8.) “Can I keep you?.”

9.) “Come on, I wouldn’t forget your birthday!”

10.) “I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.”

11.) “I never thought I’d see you again…”

12.) “Come dance in the rain with me!”

13.) “May I have this dance?”

14.) “Will you marry me?”

15.) “I want to show you something.”

Tropes:

1.) Enemies to Lovers

2.) Friends to Lovers

3.) Strangers to Lovers

4.) Soulmates

5.) AU

6.) Amnesia

7.) Marriage of Convenience

8.) Lovers to Enemies

9.) Forbidden Love

10.) Fake Dating

11.) Second Chances

12.) Damsel in Distress

13.) Stuck Together

14.) Opposites Attract

15.) Love Triangle

Smut:

1.) “I want to fuck you so badly.”

2.) “You can take it, pretty girl, can’t you?”

3.) “Mine.”

4.) “On your knees.”

5.) “Submission looks good on you.”

6.) “You look so pretty with my cum painted on your face.”

7.) “Please let me cum inside you, please, I need to breed you.”

8.) “Beg.”

9.) “Someone’s been bad.”

10.) “Don’t you want an audience?”

11.) “Use your words.”

12.) “Such a fucking brat, you should know your place by now but it seems I’ll have to remind you.”

13.) “Do you know how much I’ve been wanting to do this to you?”

14.) “No more, I can’t take anymore.”

15.) “Swallow.”

Scenarios:

1.) One person is injured

2.) One person is sick

3.) One bed trope

4.) Pregnancy

5.) First Date

6.) Wedding/Reception

7.) First night together

8.) Truth or Dare

9.) Forced proximity

10.) One person discovers their secret

11.) Meet cute

12.) Accidentally hurting the other

13.) Hurt/Comfort

14.) Confessions

15.) Breakup

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Hello hello!! I am so excited about your challenge (literally been thinking about what prompt I could do for dayyyyys now🤭)

Could I please do angst 💔 to fluff 🩷 (if I can’t do two I’m sorry, I’ll stick to fluff 🩷 pls), with my main squeeze Johnny "Soap" MacTavish 🧼, annnnnnd the buzz words being American reader, secret relationship, “stay away from her”

Thank you🤍🤍

thank you so much for requesting! 🥰 i'm so excited to FINALLY get one for soap! this ended up being WAAAAAAY longer than i intended, almost 2k.

johnny "soap" mactavish x fem!reader

cw: graves being gross

mdni - 18+; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Heartbreak is a special kind of beast, the Mr. Hyde to falling in love’s Dr. Jekyll. No matter how tough you think you are, how thick or calloused your skin may be, it tears its way out, rearing its ugly head with a thunderous roar that commands you to feed it. The gluttonous craving is grief. It gnaws at your bones with a bloodied maw, snarling as it downs your tears by the gallon, and there’s no proven way to set yourself free. It will sneak back up on you when you least expect it.

That gaping wound in your chest has sat hollow since you ended things with Johnny, or as you know him now, simply Sergeant MacTavish. It wasn’t pleasant, you didn’t want this, but he was too keen on keeping you a secret. He expressly forbade you from telling even your closest friends about your relationship for over three years for a slew of reasons that just became muddier over the months.

Each time you reached your limit, he’d beg you to raise your ceiling built of tolerance and patience. He swore up and down that it wouldn’t be like this forever, that someday, he’d put a ring on your finger, and you’d both be able to display your love to the entire world. But his rationale got weaker and weaker as the hourglass began to run out, and it crushed you into those final grains of sand, trickling through the tiny gap into a vicious pit of loneliness.

“You good?” A voice comes from over your shoulder, and you glance back. Commander Graves, your direct supervisor, is stationed behind you, a look of concern painted across his face.

You nod, albeit meekly, unable to trust your voice after hearing the call from General Shepherd. Shadows have been called in as air support for Task Force 141 in Mexico, and you haven’t seen Johnny - no, MacTavish - since the break-up. Oxygen catches in your chest, awaiting any sort of spark that will light the fuse on your dynamite tongue, and that’s not a conversation you really want to have with Graves.

“You know you don’t have to lie to me, right?” he says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder. You resist the urge to shrug it off, instead nodding again. “Listen, I know you’re still pretty new to my team, but you’re still part of my team. If something is going on, if something about this mission has you freaked out, you need to tell me. Can’t fix it if you won’t let me in.”

You smile, forced and small.

“I know, sir. I’m good, I promise. Just… Tired.”

He eyes you warily. The disbelief is evident, but he doesn’t press you on it. He merely offers a few oddly sincere pats on your shoulder and walks away. You let out a sigh, and focus in on your screen, a distraction to pass time until you touch down in Las Almas. 

It works almost too well. Seemingly, you’ve only blinked before you’re back in the air after gear checks, restocks, and a fuel top-off. Through the comms, you can hear Graves trying to make contact with the 141. You dread the moment you hear MacTavish’s voice again, but it crackles to life in your ear before you can truly brace yourself for it.

He sounds worn and tired, and a pang of guilt spears you in the gut for thinking he deserves it just a little. Some days, you hope he’s still hurting. You hope he’s felt even a fraction of the pain you have.

But those thoughts have no place in your line of work, not while you’re trying to help him stay alive. So your brain shuts off, autopilot kicks on, and you work as a cog in a well-oiled machine until the job is done.

*

Shadows always party after a win, no matter how small it may be. Despite having to release Hassan and it being well after midnight, the drinks came quickly at Fuerza Especiales headquarters.

You, however, couldn’t quite get into the partying mood. The inevitability of seeing him again filled your stomach with rocks, weighing you down. You mask the weight well, though. It’s not unusual for you to stick to the edge of the group; polite smiles, meaningless small talk, and high fives leaving your teammates none the wiser.

The moment you see Graves scanning the crowd of Shadows and Vaqueros, both parties equally rowdy, your heart drops. If he’s here, you know they won’t be far behind. It’s too much; you’re not ready for this. You’re not ready to be in the same city as him, much less the same room. Anxiety grips you at the thought of him even seeing you. You don’t know how he’ll react. What he’ll say, what he’ll do… You used to think his unpredictability was one of the best things about him. Now, you’re not so sure.

Graves beelines for you the second he spots you. You can see the bundles parting to accommodate his passing through. As much as your brain wills you to move, finish your drink and take off to grab another, you seem to be rooted in place. Your feet won’t move, and you silently curse them, not exactly up for a chat.

“Hey, you,” your commander hums, sidling up in front of you. “Glad to see you stuck around.”

“Was just about to leave, actually,” you answer plainly, staring down at the honeyed whiskey in your glass. He nudges you with the toe of his boot until you look up.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” It’s an attempt to sound earnest, but it comes off as more condescending than anything. “I was hoping we’d have some time to get to know each other a little better. You’re still pretty new, and I like to know my soldiers pretty intimately.”

You open your mouth to respond, off-put but polite, but words seem to elude you as you catch sight of a familiar mohawk. Even from this distance, you can still see just how blue his eyes are. You can still make out the Scottish brogue as he laughs with the man in the skull mask - Ghost, Simon, right?

It hurts. Every bone, muscle, vessel, nerve screams. Seeing him again, knowing he’s just out of reach and you have to stand your ground. No matter how much your being craves him - mind, body, and soul - you can’t. You just can’t. Your throat goes dry, heart racing, eyes welling up. And when he looks your way, looks you right in the eye, you crack. 

“Mind tellin’ me what’s got you so distracted, Shadow?” Graves asks softly, hand finding your shoulder again, like before. You shake your head, teary eyed, unwilling to look away from MacTavish as he makes his way towards you. “C’mon, darlin’, somethin’s gotta give.”

“I’m sorry, sir - “

“Phil. Just call me Phil, okay?”

You sigh, wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“Okay, I… I’m sorry, Phil. I can’t really talk about it.”

“Business or personal?”

“Personal, sir. It’s complicated.”

He takes hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, a gentle warning to look at him. You struggle with it, but you relent, hoping that maybe you’re just hallucinating.

“Relationship troubles?”

You hesitate.

“No… I mean, yes, but no. Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“So, you’re not seein’ anyone?”

He pauses for a moment, the look in his eye shifting from something sincere and worried to something unnervingly predatory. A faint glimmer of that sincerity remains, and that’s all it takes to tell you it’s all been a charade. It’s not about welcoming you to his team or bonding. He’s trying to fuck you.

“No, I’m not, but - ”

“Then how about we take some time when we get home, clear those thoughts outta your pretty little brain, and we’ll make some memories to replace him.”

You recoil, taking a step back in the implication. It’s disgusting, to say the least. But you don’t get the chance to answer for yourself.

“Like fuckin’ hell ye will,” MacTavish barks, fighting tooth and nail to get through a stone wall in the form of Ghost and Alejandro. “Ye better stay the fuck away from her, Graves. Only gonna warn ye once.”

“Soap, I was wonderin’ when you were gonna try to swoop in and snatch her up. You can smell a pretty girl from a mile away, can’t ya? Too bad I beat you to it. Don’t pay him no mind, sweetheart; thinks he’s irresistible.”

“I swear tae God, Graves, ye better get yer bloody fuckin’ hands offa her. I’ll - Ghost, fuckin’ move!” He’s still struggling, Ghost’s brick shithouse body being the only thing in his way.

Graves raises an eyebrow, never looking away from you.

“Wait, you know him, don’t you?” You don’t answer straight away. “Is good ol’ Johnny what makes things complicated?”

Again, MacTavish butts in.

“Nothin’ complicated about it, ye fuckin’ bawbag. S’my fuckin’ wife!”

Everything stops. Graves goes quiet, Ghost’s stock-still, and you can’t hear the chatter around you anymore. You look at Johnny, wide-eyed and wired. He’s staring right at you with those bright blue eyes, a pleading expression on his beautiful face. You swallow hard.

“John,” you breathe, blinking back more tears.

“Don’t,” he warns, side-stepping the shellshocked Simon. “Dinnae say it. I love ye, and I ken ye still love me. No point in wastin’ yer time on a lavvy heid like Graves. I won’t keep secrets anymore, bonnie. Lemme show ye I’ll be better for ye.”

Graves looks between the two of you briefly before leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“When you two are done with whatever this is, come find me. I’ll make ya feel better.”

He chucks you under the chin with a click of his tongue before losing himself in the throngs. You didn’t even get the opportunity to tell him to go fuck himself.

Johnny is on you in a split second, inches away with your face cradled in his palms. He wholly consumes all of your senses, blocking out the rest of the world with the breadth of his shoulders, the smell of his aftershave. You’re frozen in place, trails of tears dripping off your cheeks.

“Can we please talk privately?” he asks softly. “Away from all this. Just us. I need ye tae hear me out, and ‘m not above beggin’, bon. Meant what I said; I love ye. Just wanna talk, okay? Please?”

You sigh. The options hold equal weight. But a soft swipe of his thumb across your cheek decides for you.

“Okay,” you whisper, nearly inaudible above the echoing din. He raises an eyebrow. You nod. “Yeah, okay. Can we just… step outside?”

“Ye got a bunk on base for the night? Let’s go grab yer things and talk there, yeah?”

“John, I can’t just leave. I still have a job to do.”

“Nah, yer done with this shite.” He shakes his head resolutely, moving to wrap both of his hands around one of yours. “I’ll call Shepherd myself if I have tae, tell ‘im yer takin’ immediate leave for an emergency. Not lettin’ ye get away again, bonnie. I ken I fucked it up, and I’ll spend the rest of my life makin’ it up tae ye.”

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[minkkumaz]

can u write getting jaehyun a switch for his bday and he stays up all night playing it? ^^ i think it’d be cute

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jaehyun stays up late into the night playing rocket league on the switch you bought him for his birthday. you just want him to come to bed.

PAIRING myung jaehyun x fem!reader WC 0.5k TAGS established relationship. fluff. little smooching. cuddling. i know nothing about rocket league but he likes soccer so. OMI NOTE this is actually something i'd do and i'm the real jaehyun #canon. ty anon wink wink ^_^

maybe getting jaehyun a nintendo switch for his birthday wasn’t the greatest idea. you wrapped it prettily beforehand, just to watch him tear off the wrapper and stare at the present with shock. seeing him happy was all worth it, but you didn’t think he’d be on it all night

the clock on jaehyun’s nightstand read two am. he had promised you he’d come back to bed in ten minutes. however ten minutes turned into thirty, then thirty turned into an hour, then two hours, and it continued on. you still saw the flashes of light from the tv that ricocheted their way down the hallway; slightly peering underneath the closed door of his bedroom.

you groaned in frustration, unable to sleep without the boy hugging onto you closely. lifting the covers off of your body, you pulled yourself off of his bed and towards the living room. his hushed conversations into a mic got louder the closer you got.

when you appeared behind him, he was furiously moving around the controller in his hand, focused on the action in front of him. the sound of his friends yelling becoming more prominent, making your eye twitch. he barely noticed until you let your hand touch his shoulder.

“hyunnie come to bed please, i can’t sleep.” you whined sleepily letting your chin rest on the top of his head.

“hold on guys–” he moved the mic piece from his headset away from his face and turned to look at you. “baby i said i would come in ten minutes, okay?”

“but that was three hours ago hyunnie–”

“it’s been three hours?” he gaped, quickly grabbing his phone to look at the time. it infact proved his suspicions as the time popped up on his screen, “oh my gosh honey i’m so sorry, i just got so excited to play i didn’t even notice!”

“it’s okay lovey, let’s just go to bed now okay?” you smiled, rubbing his shoulder.

“you’re so cute, i’ll get off right now.” he raised his hand to squeeze your cheeks together, laughing at your lips forming a fish - like pout.

once he returned to his headset, he told his friends goodbye and shut of the game so he could quickly rush back to you. he intertwined his hands with yours and lead you back to his room for some well deserved sleep.

as soon as your body hit the comfortable mattress once again, you almost passed out right there. but not before jaehyun could land right next to you.

“thank you for the present, y/n. i really loved it.” he wrapped his arms around your figure, locking them behind your back. your legs entangled with his, alongside the blankets.

“im glad, just know that rocket league isn’t going to disappear anytime soon.” you mumble leaning in to the crook of his neck.

jaehyun planted soft kisses on your head, holding you close to him and careful not to let you go. “the same goes for you, you’re mine forever.”

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[nico-esoterica]

"I Want A Love That'll Last Forever" - Saturn in Synastry

When Saturn aspects personal planets in synastry, it creates a bond that's forged in fire in iron. This means that come hell or high water, y'all will always feel a deep unrelenting devotion to one another. It's always feeling a sense of reliability between each other or towards the person it affects more. Of course it takes more than the 'promise' of forever - There's commitment and diligence.

But Saturn aspects make it easier to stay the course for the long haul. Even harsh major aspects or confusing minor ones have a 'sticking' effect. Like, even if this person seems difficult, you still keep coming back to them or vice versa. Imo, this may result in feeling a comfort in the familiarity and security of a relationship opposed to who it's with. Squares and oppositions also suggest there's a fear or anxiety around commitment because of the looming 'what happens next?' that can contribute to someone projecting fears of being trapped or controlled and require their autonomy to be respected somewhere. But they're workable.

However, in my professional and personal experience, issues with Saturn directly point to deeply rooted hangups around how secure you felt around your parents and early childhood environment growing up. It can create a mistrust of those in a place of authority in our lives bc so&so wasn't there, was inconsistent, or we were neglected or in a way that makes us crave yet fear stability and security. It's wanting a stable and loving figure but we don't think we're worthy or ready for that because we either never had it or didn't receive it without it disappointing us. Children are meant to be held and consistently supported but not all of us had that. Sometimes our experiences with our caregivers were traumatizing or influenced us to think 'true stability' means we have to over-extend, over compromise, or hurt ourselves further to receive even a crumb of it. That fear can persist in relationships where nothing's seemingly wrong.

From a sociopolitical point of view, this can be an analogy for how because we exist in a constant state of scarcity, we approach relationships from a scarcity-mindset. They feel transactional, fleeting, and in lieu of Saturn--No one feels as if they quite have enough or are getting what they truly deserve.

Saturn in its exaltation in Libra tells us that true security is rich and abundant with plenty to go around but we have to remember it's not 'too perfect' (Libra) for us to receive consistently and at all. We must believe, like children, that we'll be endlessly provided for by the people we love. And that's a general Saturn lesson. If it's not around us, then we must believe it can be found elsewhere.

Couples still together from Love Island: Will & Lyra - Sun-Saturn, (potentially) a Moon-Saturn, Mercury-Saturn, Venus-Saturn, Saturn-Pluto (mostly hard aspects) Hannah & Marco - Sun-Saturn, Moon-Saturn, Mercury-Saturn, and (potentially) another Moon-Saturn if Hannah's Moon's in late Cap (mostly hard aspects)

Taylor & Bergie - Venus-Saturn, Sun-Saturn, Moon-Saturn, and another Venus-Saturn (honestly? expect babies)

Carmen & Kenzo - Saturn-Saturn, Moon-Saturn, Venus-Saturn (babies w/ these too oh my god)\

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[applejuicefruit]

yacht date night with kylian? maybe it’s readers first time on a yacht because she’s still getting used to her new lifestyle dating him

Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️

kylian mbappe x reader

Titanic

You and Kylian started dating only a few months ago and he always treated you as a queen. His queen. He always got you flowers, cute outfits to wear on your dates, jewelleries, he always brought you to expensive restaurants or parties and as much you liked it you still weren’t use to this lifestyle. You were born in an average family, where you lived with your parents checks but you could never afford an expensive lifestyle. You never had expensive bags or shoes, you never stayed on a holiday more than three days and you definitely didn’t have a personal yatch. You were just normal. Kylian, on the other hand, lived a pretty privileged life, starting early his career with football he came rich and famous at an early age so it was normal for him to live this life.

Tonight would have been the first time he would have take you out on his yatch for date night and you were kinda nervous. It would have been just the two of you, plus a personal chef, his maid, his security and his driver who would have taken you to his yatch, plus the one who would be driving his yatch.

When you both arrived you saw the dimension of his yatch and you were left speechless.

“Do you like it?” he asked you helping out of the car and going on his yatch

“Absolutely…it’s huge!”

“I know…it’s my little jewel” he said proudly

“Little ah?” you laughed and he showed you around.

That was probably the most luxurious place you’ve ever seen. He took you outside where there was this table just waiting for you.

“This is for you mon amour, I hope you like it” he said

“I love it, thank you so much” you told him and you both sat down waiting for the chef to bring you your dinner

“What do you really think about the yatch?” he asked you feeling a little bit insecure

“I love it! I just hope we don’t sink like the titanic” you joked and he bursted our laughing. That’s what he loved about you. You just being yourself. Not faking anything, you loved his presence and he knew it, you always made him feel safe and loved and he would always be forever grateful to you for that.

After one hour you ate and you were currently watching the stars in the sky, wrapped on the couch with a blanket around your body.

“I have something for you” Kylian said and got a box from his jeans

“Kyky?” you worried he was going to propose, not that you wouldn’t mind it but you started dating a few months ago and you didn’t want to rush things

“It’s not what you think I swear” he joked a bit and you opened the box, revealing a diamond heart shaped ring “it’s a promise ring” he explained “it’s a promise ring, as I promise you to always stay by your side, to always support you and cheer for you, care for you…as I promise that one day this ring will be an engagement ring” he said and you swore you started crying but then you noticed the red box in which the ring was in, it was a Cartier ring that probably costed more than what you make in 3 years.

“I love it Kyky…I swear I do but I can’t accept it” you said and you saw his face sadden a little

“Why not?” he asked you worried

“It’s too much…I feel like I would never be able to give you all the things you’re giving to me and I wish I could…this ring probably costed more than my parents house” you laughed a bit “I just…I don’t want to let you think I’m taking advantage of you…”

“Babe of course not! You don’t have to give me anything back…except your love, that’s all I ask for, you and me…this is just a little present that I wanted you to have and I want you to have and to keep it for the rest of your life…this is the promise of our love” he told you and now you were really crying. What have you done in your life to deserve someone as caring and loving as Kylian?

“Okay” you said and he smiled, grabbing your hand and placing the ring on it

“It suits you very well” he smirked at you and kissed you.

That night you fell asleep in each other’s arms, watching the stars shining in the sky.

[wordbunch]

Their love song (Taylor Swift edition) > Lord of the Rings characters

a/n: welcome to my little self-indulgent celebration of 700 followers! 🥳 EVEN IF you're not a fan/don't know the songs, I hope you can still like and support this fic - a lot of time and love went into it! and by all means come talk to me about it or suggest your own songs! love you all so much and thank you for reading my stories and being a WONDERFUL community 💕💕💕

ARAGORN ♡ cowboy like me

His old wandering lifestyle made it pretty hard to be committed to a person in one place, but he made it happen as soon as it was possible, and he would have done anything in the world to give you safety, protection and all the love that you deserve. And he plans on giving it to you forever, no matter the trials and tribulations that might appear on the way.

GIMLI ♡ love story

This dwarf is a proper gentleman, a confirmed charming sweet-talker and most definitely a deeply romantic soul in a very classical way. He is very respectful towards you, and respects some traditions as well, so he wanted to ensure everything was in order before asking you to be his forever.

LEGOLAS ♡ snow on the beach

Isn't he so unusual, kind of ethereal, and positively vibrant? You never met anyone like him, with all his interesting quirks and his abundance of joy and lust for life. It is impossible not to share his fascination with nature, and you cannot help but smile just a little brighter whenever you are around him.

BOROMIR ♡ willow

This is an absolute Boromir song to me - he likes to be outright, take charge, but maybe sometimes he is just a little bit too flattering (don't blame him, he just needs to express his feelings for you approximately 26 hours a day). With him every day feels like an enchanted love story, and you feel safe with him, and both of you take pride in being together. trophy couple

FARAMIR ♡ starlight

This wonderful man is absolutely a dreamer and an imaginative person, who likes to share his thoughts and wishes with you, and finds it absolutely delightful if you agree with some of them. Everything he promises to you, he most certainly delivers. Also, he has so much love to give, and would be a very big fan of the idea of starting a family with you and just being the best supportive parents ever.

ÉOMER ♡ enchanted

Horse boy's jaw DROPPED the first time that he saw you and he forgot about everything and everyone else in that moment. He just knew he needed to approach you and get to know you as soon as possible, because he was convinced you were either already happily taken, or you would be very soon, and he couldn't live with himself if he just sat aside and let it happen.

ÉOWYN ♡ dancing with our hands tied

Her thoughts and past struggles sometimes still come back to haunt her, and the fear of being trapped resurfaces, but you're there to reassure her that you'll stay, no matter how hard things get. Even if it's the two of you against the whole world, you wouldn't rather be anyone else but by her side, hand in hand.

SAM ♡ fearless

This is such a lovely sunny song, and it instantly made me think of the best gardener boy!! He might be apprehensive about taking some risks sometimes, but you make him feel brave and strong with just one look, and the fact that you believe in him makes him more confident. On the other hand, he makes you feel like absolute royalty and he loves to spoil you and treat you so right.

FRODO ♡ jump then fall

The sweet little song that this is!!! The two of you are each other's safe place and comforting presence, no matter the rude neighbors' comments, the evils of the world, or the occasional nightmares. It's a relationship that comes from a strong friendship first, and it shows in the way that you just silently understand each other and aren't afraid to just be yourselves.

MERRY ♡ glitch

Absolutely nothing romantic was ever supposed to happen between the two of you - you just liked to get up to no good together, sometimes! But somewhere amid setting off fireworks, pulling a couple of pranks on your mutual friends and getting a little tipsy in the Green Dragon on the weekends... something just clicked, and there's no going back.

PIPPIN ♡ our song

It's a cute and a bit chaotic song, so it's perfect! He might be a little childish still (and fairly young, gotta give him that), but that doesn't make your relationship any less valid. It's full of cute little moments and small acts of love that are greatly appreciated by both of you. He loves to surprise you with small gifts and surprise visits, and absolutely makes up silly little songs to make you smile.

ARWEN ♡ delicate

She was always so kind and sweet that it was hard for you to be certain what kind of feelings she harbored for you, but you were falling in love the more time you spent together. Although she liked you back romantically the whole time, you were the first one to mention something about it, though apprehensive, and she was delighted to find out about, and return your love.

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[monaskydancer]

The Dragon's Heart

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fOC

Genre: Drama, Romance

Just some fluff I needed after last night's episode.

The Red Keep echoed with whispers of war and the soft footfalls of servants too afraid to speak aloud. King Aegon Targaryen sat alone in his chambers, his heart and mind a storm of grief and rage. The assassination of his son, Prince Jaehaerys, had been the final straw.

He stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, his silver-gold hair casting shadows over his face. His eyes, usually so vibrant, were dulled by sorrow. He could still hear the laughter of his boy, still see his smile mere hours before he was taken from him forever. The memories were a dagger to his heart. He would never forgive his sister, Rhaenyra, for what she had done.

"Your Grace," a soft voice called, breaking through the fog of his thoughts.

"Elara," he said, his voice hoarse from hours of silent mourning.

Aegon looked up to see Elara Waters standing by the doorway. She had been his closest confidante and friend for a long time.

She approached him cautiously, sensing the storm of emotions brewing within him. "I heard you declared war against Rhaenyra."

He nodded, his jaw clenched. "She has to pay for what happened to my son. I cannot let this go unanswered."

Elara placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I understand your anger, Aegon. But revenge will not bring him back. It will only lead to more bloodshed and suffering."

His eyes flashed with a mixture of grief and fury. "What would you have me do, Elara? Let her get away with it? She murdered my son! The heir to the Iron Throne!"

"I would have you find a way to heal," she said softly, her eyes pleading with him. "I know it seems impossible now, but vengeance will only consume you. It will turn you into something you're not."

He looked away, struggling to hold back tears. "I don't know how to heal, Elara. I have no support at all in this fucking family. No one came to me yet. Not my mother. Not my wife. Not my brother. No one. How am I supposed to move on from this."

She stepped closer, her presence a comforting warmth. "You don't have to do it alone. Let me help you, Aegon. Let me be here for you."

He turned back to her, his defenses crumbling. "I don't deserve your kindness."

She reached up and cupped his face, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You deserve love and support, Aegon. You don't have to carry the burden by yourself."

For the first time since Jaehaerys' death, Aegon allowed himself to break. He pulled Elara into his arms, holding her tightly as the tears flowed freely. She held him, offering silent comfort, her own heart breaking for the man she loved.

Days turned into weeks, and the tension in King's Landing only grew as war preparations intensified. Elara remained by Aegon's side, her unwavering support a source of strenth for him. They spent long hours together, talking about his son, sharing memories, and finding solance in each other's company.

She smiled softly. "You don't have to find out."

One evening, as they sat by the fire in Aegon's chambers, he turned to her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without you, Elara."

He took her hand in his, their fingers intertwining. "You've been my rock through all of this. I don't think I can ever repay you."

"You don't need to repay me," she said, her voice gentle. "I am here because I care about you, Aegon. Because I love you."

His heart swelled at her words, a mix of joy and sorrow washing over him. "I love you too, Elara. More than I ever thought possible."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, longing, and the promise of healing. In that moment, Aegon knew that with Elara by his side, he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The night before the battle of Rooks Rest, Aegon and Elara stood on the balcony. Aegon turned to her, his expression serious. "Promise me you'll stay safe."

"I promise," she said, her eyes filled with determination. "But you must promise me the same."

They stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, finding comfort in their love. The world around them was about to descend into chaos, but in that moment, they had each other.

He nodded, taking her hands in his. "I promise."

[ceebit]

birthday aches ✦ j. hong

note : happy birthday ?? to my bestie ?? crying crying crying ok. hope he stuffed himself full with cake and rests well :’) idk what else to say that isn’t me just crying so here’s a birthday post for my beloved. <3

wc : 1.7k. fluff. emotional ? tears definitely. ok. [cries]

“do i have something on my face?”

he blinks slowly, dazed look sharpening to something much more focused, and allows himself to be subject to the laughter that crackles through the speakers of his phone. you’re squinting at him teasingly like you always do, brows drawn downwards in disbelief.

“am i no longer allowed to admire artwork anymore?” his voice drawls out lazily, stretching out before snuggling further into his blanket. you roll your eyes like he knew you would, but he knows there’s a smile hidden underneath the bundle of your scarf.

it’s hard, sometimes—being away from you for so long, especially during the holidays. with concerts and fan signs and so many little things to complete before the year is over, he hardly has time to catch up with you and the life that you live. (that doesn’t include him, he oftens thinks bitterly, and resigns himself to feeling low until one of the guys eventually drag him out and about.)

he loves his dream. loves being on stage, loves being surrounded by people who love him and his members for the career he chose but he wishes you were here with him every step of the way. he supposes it’s karma, you falling in love with the people’s person. a humbling experience to remind him what he’s chosen to do.

support is never wavering with you, though. no matter what city you’re in or the difference in time zones, you’ve never missed a single good luck message before a performance or a call to soothe his fear and anxieties of underperforming. you’ve become his forever constant, from that fateful mix up in his schedule to years up the ladder of success, and he’s grateful for you in ways he can’t even begin to describe.

he just, you know. wishes you could have been by his side for all of it. 

he zones back in to gentle calls of his name, offering a tired smile to the questioning look you send him. “the concert was a bit exhausting,” he explains. “i don’t think my body has quite yet… come down from the high, if that makes sense?”

you hum in both understanding and sympathy, and he knows that if you were here, he’d be squeezed into your arms and rocked side to side for a bit. 

“i’m just glad you have some time to relax for your birthday,” you grin, your sincerity seeping through the screen. “you deserve the rest, shua. i hate seeing you so tired all the time.”

i haven’t slept well since the last time i touched you, he wants to say. i sleep better knowing i’ll turn you’ll still be there. i haven’t felt the texture of your skin in months and it’s driving me up the wall but he smiles and nods and promises to try for you.

“is it cold where you are? i hope you’re staying warm.” 

you read between the lines as always, glancing back at the screen to offer a smile. “is this the part where i say ‘i only feel warm with you’?”

“whatever makes you happiest, dear.” and you laugh and it soothes the ache just a little bit.

he wants to talk about your travels. the sights you’ve seen, the people you’ve met, and the things you’ve done. but all thoughts of uttering a single word considering your worldwide trek comes to a halt when you look up yet again, and he can’t help but blurt, “are you busy? you know it doesn’t matter if you call today. i know it’s a lot of—”

“don’t be silly, you know i’ll always make time for you.” your frown is almost offended, and he burrows himself deeper into the covers under your stare. “busy or not, you’re important to me!”

he nods. understood. his heart kicks its feet giddily.

“i’m just. hoping i don’t be late to this thing i’m rushing to. it’s kind of time sensitive?” you huff in annoyance, cold air fogging around your face. “it’s really important to me.”

“and you want me to stay on the phone with you?” you nod and his chest warms significantly. “just say you’re in love with me or something.”

“i’m in love with you,” you reply simply, shaking your head soon after when he calls you a sap.

you chat aimlessly for a bit longer, filling the distance with your mindless thoughts on topics he threw at you and in turn, asking him about his hopes for the new year. it’s the same each and every year—to spend more time with you—and he knows you just like to hear him say it, but it rings a bit of a sad truth.

he wants to settle down with you. wants to do mundane things like bicker over losing socks in the laundry and grocery shop with you in the afternoon and spoon feed you soup when you don’t feel your best. he wants it with enough passion to self combust, after years of getting by with glimpses of you. he can’t stand the distance, but beggars can’t be choosers.

it sours his mood, and like always, you notice.

“shua.” his hum is faint, lingering in the air. “can you go to your front door? i think my present should have arrived by now?”

“you got me a gift?” his gaze darts to the door, squinting as if he could see through it if he tried hard enough. you stifle a laugh. “what is it?”

“open your door and find out, genius.”

slowly, he patters out of the living room and towards the main hallway, phone in hand at your request to see his reaction. he sees you bite your lip in anticipation and his heart thunders.

“will i like it?” he’s nervous but he doesn’t know why. “what am i talking about? of course i’ll like it, it’s from you.”

“sweet talker,” you tease, “but you’re stalling. i don’t want porch pirates to steal it!”

“i live in an apartment?”

“don’t be a smartass.” you’ve lost the bite to your words, though. you’re grinning openingly, excitement highlighting your features, and he wonders just what you might have waiting for him behind the door.

it could have been anything, really. he was expecting an actual present from the way you urged him on. not… one of his friends dressed head to toe in red.

“took you long enough,” jeonghan gripes, and rolls his eyes in faux annoyance when you laugh. “hello to you, too.”

“hi, hannie,” you greet sweetly, offering a smile when joshua looks down at his screen in confusion. “your present isn’t our dear friend’s presence, though.”

“how unfortunate for you,” the latter sniffs. “i’m a fucking delight to have around. your loss.”

“hannie’s gonna blindfold and lead you somewhere, okay? it’s all safe, promise.”

“can’t guarantee he won’t be a bit bruised,” jeonghan pipes up as he produces a white blindfold, grinning cheekily as joshua glances at him wearily. “i’m joking. yn, tell him i’m joking.”

“if i come back and i see a hair on his head misplaced, you won’t like it.” 

“yeah, whatever.”

jeonghan leads him down what seems to be a hallway, the lights on the ceiling faintly visible through the fabric, and then he hears the telltale sound of the elevator reaching his floor. he’s quickly ushered inside, gripping his hand for dear life when it begins to descend.

“you still there?” you ask gently, phone still gripped in his other. he nods, frowning slightly when jeonghan stifles a snort. “words, sweetheart. you okay?”

“a little tense, but i’m okay.”

“he’s breaking my hand.”

“ignore him,” you try to soothe him, and he cracks a smile when the other lets out a faint hmph. “it’ll be over quickly. in fact, if i’m timing this correctly—”

the elevator stalls, another faint ding signaling their arrival.

“—you should be here soon, too.”

here? weren’t you out of the country? he wants to ask what you could possibly mean by that when you’re definitely thousands of miles away from him—but he hears the doors slide open and the sound of you hanging up the phone abruptly. he startles when he’s tugged out the elevator and stumbles over his feet, steadied only when he’s stopped suddenly.

hands clap against his shoulders. “wait right here,” he hears his friend say. and without waiting for some semblance of a response, his footsteps fade away.

well. if he died, he knew very well who he’d be haunting.

phone tucked into the pockets of his pajamas, his hands wring nervously, itching to grant himself the gift of sight once more. and why did you suddenly hang up? he hopes you’re okay. anything could happen these days, and he’d be damned if anything happened to you—

a pair of arms circle around his waist. he tenses, skin chilled from the slight press of cold fabric against his white shirt, and holds his breath. silence tears him apart for what seems like hours. then,

“you can take off the blindfold.”

his heart drops sixty feet into the ground, and then soars right back up into the sky.

laughter swarms his ears as he hastily undoes the knot tied sloppily at the back of his head, light swarming back unforgivingly, but he doesn’t care. not when he’s sure he’s just just heard your voice. 

he blinks rapidly, silently begging for his vision to clear. 

“don’t cry,” you laugh, hands moving to cup his face, and now he’s definitely crying, crushing you to his body and burying his face into your neck. how couldn’t he? when it’s been months since he’s last seen you, since he’s last gotten to hold you?

he needs to take the time to memorize the shape of you again. needs to run his hands over the curves and dips, overwhelmed by your sudden presence with the need to touch like a man starved.

“i thought you…” he tries to say, but all the words he’s ever practiced to say to your face fall apart the second the tips of your thumbs brush away stray tears.

“early flight. someone pulled enough strings.”

jeonghan halfheartedly salutes somewhere behind your head, and any and all thoughts of haunting him quickly dissipates. he’ll get him a cheese platter or something. just as soon as he gets used to having you this close once again.

“happy birthday,” you whisper into his embrace. his response is something akin to a sob, embarrassingly so, but you only squeeze him tighter in response.

“missed you.” please don’t leave again. “missed you so much.”

“i’m not going anywhere.” i’m here.

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illicit affairs | twenty four

*Ellie's POV* (we'll get Noah's pov back soon I promise lol) The next couple days flew by for us, I felt like we were busy every waking moment. The boys came back a day early due to wildfire warnings up north, so I had to send them out on a mission to get air mattresses for everyone since our guest beds wouldn’t arrive for a couple weeks. The boys were also kind enough to keep Liam busy while Noah and I finished unpacking and visited Ikea more than I care to admit.

Liam loved the house, thankfully. I had my doubts because he sometimes has a hard time with change but he's adapted so well to everything. He spent most of his time in the pool, mostly with Folio, who didn’t seem to mind at all. They both had so much fun together. I’m just so relieved all of Noah’s friends treat Liam the way they do, and that he likes them just as much.

Tonight was the housewarming party, and I was far from thrilled to be outnumbered by fifteen boys. I guess some of guys from previous tours were coming up today as well. Who? I had no idea. Ruffilo flew in last night with Steven and Josh… Matt was supposed to be here at some point today too. I was over stressing about it because it was so fucking petty at this point, considering he had my number blocked. If he hated me, fine. I’d stay out of his way and if not… I deserved an explanation for being blocked. After dropping Liam off at Tyler’s I headed back home and went back to bed. I had been so exhausted this entire week and it was finally catching up to me. I had spent all last night cleaning and setting everything up the best I could to host a party. I just needed to grab food and booze, but that can wait a couple more hours. It was around 1pm when my eyes flickered open. The house was quiet but I heard voices outside, and I heard one I haven’t heard in months.

I ran over to my window and peered outside, I saw some of the boys from Erra, Devin and Kooter from I see stars were here talking with everyone, but there was no sign of Matt. Am I that sleep deprived that I’m hearing voices? I threw on some biker shorts and one of my million Bad Omens t-shirts before heading into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I threw my glasses on and as soon as I could see, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Holy shit.

“H…Hi.” He met my gaze as he stood in the kitchen, not looking happy to see me in the slightest. He looked the same, maybe a little bit more tanned from the summer heat but that was it. I felt a lump form in the back of my throat, I never realized how much I missed him until now. I didn’t want him back, I just missed being around him and being his best friend. Neither of us were moving, his eyes were locked on me to the point I started to feel uneasy. My lips parted to say something else but he just walked past me without a single word.

“You can’t avoid me forever.” I spat out while he was still in ear shot. 

“Watch me.” 

Rolling my eyes, I quickly made myself some coffee before heading outside to say hi to the boys. They were all sitting around the pool, some of them were already in there to beat the heat. Every time I turned around, someone new arrived. Michael from Chief even came up which was a nice surprise. Him and Noah were so close so it was nice to see him come up to support us. Jesse and Clint hugged me before I made my way over to Noah who was sitting with Ruffilo, Davis and Jolly.

“Hey, El did you not get the memo?” Folio asked me as he walked past me with a coffee, my eyebrow raised at him, “no girls allowed.” “Yeah, go away.” 

Noah shook his head, a small smirk appeared on his face as he walked over to me, “settle down guys.” “Let me remind you that I’m feeding you guys and giving you free booze later.” Noah motioned for me to walk away with him. As soon as we were out of ear shot of the boys he kissed me, his hands gripping into my sides like he hasn’t seen me in days.  “Someone was tired today.” “I guess everything hit me finally.” I replied before taking a small sip of my coffee. “It’s okay honey, you’ve worked really hard this week.” He beamed, kissing me again. We both held our breath as Matt walked passed us, taking Noah’s spot with the guys, “I’m also sorry at how fucking forgetful I’ve been because I was going to warn you Matt was here.” “I’m okay, Noah. It had to happen eventually.” I assured him, catching myself kissing him again. I could feel Matt’s eyes burning a hole through me and I grew uncomfortable. “I’m gonna head to Costco and the liquor store after I have a shower.” “Perfect, can you take Folio with you?” I rolled my eyes, “here I thought I was going to have a kid free day.” “I love you too.” Noah chuckled, kissing me again before heading back over to the guys. “Folio be ready in an hour, we’re going on a field trip.” I went back inside, sighing heavily because Matt has annoyed me already. Why did he bother coming up here if he’s just going to ignore me but stare at me the entire time? Tonight was going to be interesting. 

“Are you okay with everything at the house?” I looked over at Folio as we stood in Costco trying to decide on chip flavours to get. I thought I had let it go, but he picked up on it quickly because I was so silent the entire car ride here. Folio had a way with reading people, and he could read me like a book. 

“Earlier, he was in the kitchen and I went to talk to him but he just walked past me.” I started, “I said to him that he couldn’t avoid me and he said ‘watch me.’ I just don’t understand why he would come all this way to act this stupid.” “That’s Matt for you, unfortunately.” Folio sighed as he grabbed a bag of Doritos and tossed them into the cart. “He’s fucking petty about every little thing. Just don’t play into it.” “I don’t plan to but if he starts anything I’ll happily remind him he’s at my house warming party with you know, my boyfriend.” “fuck, you’re not any better.” He chuckled, "this should be a fun night.” “You’re telling me.”