#i’m gonna hang them on my living room I FEEL SO FANCY

[f1byjessie]

HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part three.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You look down at the post. The photos, carefully taken a few nights ago while getting ready for a dinner gala you’d been brought along to as Sophia’s plus one, are pretty. She and you had scrolled and sorted and scrolled and sorted some more trying to pick the perfect ones, and then you’d written and rewritten the caption more times than you could count before finally settling on something vague but faintly implicit.

You study it for a moment longer, then look back up to your friend.

She smirks. “Trust me. It'll work. I got an ex-boyfriend to come crawling back begging for another chance by making him think I was already moving on.”

“It just seems… mean,” you murmur, frowning. You want Oscar to like you— you want it a lot— but you're not sure if this is the way you want to go about it. “Isn’t this just manipulating him?”

Sophia sighs and falls back onto the bed beside you. She gives you a look, gestures down to your phone, and then curls around your shoulder so she can peer down at the screen. “It’s not a soft launch. There’s no guy. The caption doesn’t mention anyone. If he gets the impression that you’re with someone else, then that’s on him.”

You trust her, of course, but this is Oscar. You’ve known him for years. He’s your brother’s best friend, and for the longest time, he was the closest thing you had to a best friend too. As twins, anything Logan did you tended to do with him— soccer, swimming, biking. You even had shared birthday parties growing up. Karting was the first real thing he’d done on his own, but even then you’d always been close by, and that meant you’d always been close by to Oscar too.

Like she can sense your continued hesitation, Sophia speaks up again. “If you post that, and he doesn’t react, then that’s that. You don’t have to do it again.”

“I just— I don’t know.” You worry your lip between your teeth. “I just don’t think it’s the type of thing that he’d go for. He’s, you know, polite like that, I guess? If he thought I was taken, or moving on, or something, then he’d respect that and wouldn’t bother me.”

The silence hangs in the room. She’s still leaning against you, one hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and the other hugging you into her. When you stand, she lets you go easily, watching as you begin to pace the length of your bedroom, phone clenched tightly in your hands.

When you finally come to a halt in the corner farthest from the bed, you turn and meet her gaze shyly, “What if he stops ‘maybe’ having feelings for me because he thinks I'm taken? Or, what if he thinks I’m not interested and so he doesn’t ever bring it up?”

“Then you take one for the team and you tell him,” she shrugs. “Woman up and admit that the entire time you were out in that fancy dress of yours with those roses, you’d wished it was him who had gotten them for you and you’d wanted it to be him you were getting dressed up for.”

You look back down to your phone.

You’ve never done this before— boys, at least. The chase. Europe hadn’t been a very easy place to live— not with a schedule that made keeping friends virtually impossible, let alone a boyfriend. When you moved back to the United States, you were focused more on your career, prioritizing yourself over anything else.

You’d been single for so long that you hadn’t been in any hurry to change things, but now the lack of experience is making you nervous. Apart from movies and books and the borderline horror stories Sophia has told you about her own disastrous love life, you don’t know the first thing about dating.

“Y/N, is this about Oscar or something else?”

You look up, still biting at your lip. “What if we break up and I’ve ruined a friendship?”

Sophia raises an eyebrow, “Is he the kind of guy that would throw away a friendship because things didn’t work out?”

“I don’t know! That’s the problem! I wanna say no, that he’d be totally fine and we would be able to pretend like nothing happened and go back to how we were before it all, but I can’t,” you cross the room and lower yourself onto the bed again. “Context matters too. What if it’s a really messy breakup and we can never look at each other the same? What if he does something so unforgivable that it ruins his friendship with my brother? Logan worked hard to make friends and this first season was rough for him. He’s the only American driver on the grid, and they weren’t exactly welcoming. But Oscar was there for him and I would never forgive myself if I did something to ruin that.”

“What could Oscar do that would be so unforgivable it would ruin a friendship?”

You fall back onto the mattress. “I don’t know that either! Realistically he wouldn’t do anything because that’s just who he is— he’s like the nicest most genuinely sweet guy I’ve ever met. But I’m not a fortune teller! I can’t look into the future and know that he won’t get tired of me and go find some other girl, or, I don’t know.”

You can feel tears burning at the back of your eyes and wipe at them harshly.

Sophia notices and lays down beside you, pulling you into her side again. She runs her fingers through your hair and lets you compose yourself a bit more before she speaks up again. When she does, it’s— “You’re so afraid of the worst-case scenario that you aren’t even letting yourself take the chance. Sometimes you just gotta leap before you look and believe that you’ll land on solid ground.”

“I hate when you get philosophical on me,” you murmur, a soft laugh slipping past your lips.

She sits back up and rolls her eyes, but there’s a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Puh-lease. As if you’d ever get anything done without my wizened words of advice.”

You sniffle and wipe the last remnants of tears from your eyes, then sit up with her and look back down at your phone. The unfinished post still stares back up at you.

“What if I just—” you delete the caption for the umpteenth time and let your fingers dance across the screen, “—say this instead?”

Sophia leans over your shoulder, reads the new caption, pauses, and purses her lips. She reads it again, hums, and then breaks out into a grin. An incredulous laugh slips out and she turns to you with shining eyes. “You’re a damn genius! I knew you were worried over nothing. You just gotta stop getting into your head so much.”

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yourusername honey, i’m still free. take a chance on me.

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user WHAT???

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???

↳ user she’s literally saying she’s still free?? why would she say that if this is a soft launch?? 😭😭

logansargeant should’ve taken me with you 😒

↳ yourusername logie we both know you hate black tie events

user girl idk how you can do it i’d be spilling out of that dress with one wrong turn

user THE ROSES?? THE BABY’S BREATH?? I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

landonorris slay girl queen boss

↳ yourusername lando… what…

↳ landonorris i’m in my supportive era 😌💅 you should try it sometime

user i NEED to know where that dress is from omg

user oh to be a young rich and beautiful socialite

user not to be delulu but there’s a surprising lack of op81 in these comments 👀

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oscarpiastri it’s summer somewhere right?

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landonorris hm this caption seems familiar 🤨 i wonder what it could be referencing 🤔

user GOOD LUCK IN 2024 OSCAR 🧡🧡🧡

user wishing this were me rn

user i’m too delulu for this rn 😭

↳ user i’m waiting for y/n to show up in these comments

↳ user did they have a fight or smth??? they haven’t commented on each other’s last few posts

user gosh that’s the dream rn

When you answer the unknown number, on your way back to your room with a tub of ice cream and a plan to eat away your disappointment at the failure of Sophia’s plan, the last thing you expect is to hear Lando Norris of all people on the other end. There’s no greeting, no introduction, just an immediate— “Yeah, so, I’m gonna need you to fill me in on the sitch.”

For a brief moment, all you can do is stand there in the hallway with your phone pressed to your ear, wondering if this is real. You’ve had maybe a few brief conversations with Lando throughout your various visits to the paddock across the season, and though he was very nice and polite, and all of your interactions were friendly, you wouldn’t exactly call yourself friends. Certainly not “swap numbers and call one another” type of friends, either. Your most recent socializing has been strictly confined to the comment sections of Instagram posts.

“Hello? Y/N?”

You clear your throat, “Sorry. What?”

“The sitch? Situation? That’s an American slang word, I thought you knew that.” He says it so matter-of-factly. As if that’s the only thing you could be even remotely confused about in this whole interaction.

“No,” you answer, shaking your head as if it’ll somehow straighten out the spinning of your mind. “I know what the word means, Lando. I’m just wondering why you of all people are calling me right now? How’d you even get my number?”

You can hear music and voices on the other end of the line, muffled and distant, and then a door opens and closes and the extra noise is gone. Lando takes a deep breath and sighs, “If you must know, I got it from Alex, who got it from Lily, who got it from you. So, you know, transitive property means technically I got it from you, too.”

“I’m gonna choose to ignore how wrong all of that is,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continue down the hall and eventually slip into your room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

You do recall giving your number to Lily, and the two of you have shared a few messages since the end of the season— mostly typical check-ins and catching up with the happenings of your individual lives. Occasionally she sends you recipes she thinks you’d like, and you do the same. You knew she’d given it to Alex because she’d asked you first if that was okay, and all Alex had sent was a brief well-wishes when Williams had confirmed Logan’s re-signing, accompanied by a short message that Lily was looking forward to seeing you in the paddock again.

Ignoring all of that, however, you focus on the matter at hand. “Why are you calling? Isn’t it crazy late in Monaco right now?”

He hums. “I’m the slightest bit tipsy, but I cannot take it anymore. If I see one more caption with underlying subtext like this is a forbidden romance in a period drama I am going to, quite frankly, lose my mind. I need you to explain to me what in the fuck is going on between you and Oscar.”

You pause, and then you groan. “Oh my God.”

“Yes, ‘oh my God’ indeed. Now please explain.”

You heave a sigh, because you know he isn’t going to drop this, but you also know that if anyone could help you more than Sophia, it’s probably Lando. He’s Oscar’s teammate, and at the very least, if you can’t talk to Logan, you can talk to the only other person who probably knows him just as well.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble, curling up in your bed.

He makes a sound, like a scoff. “Okay? I have plenty of time.”

So you start from the beginning. Between spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream, you detail how it all started because of a message of condolence, how that had led to a rendezvous for drinks, and how that had led even further to him kissing you in the car as he’d dropped you off at your hotel.

He’s silent up until you mention that Oscar hadn’t acknowledged the kiss at all afterward, and then he makes an affronted noise and mutters something under his breath about stupid guys and heads in asses.

You admit that part of it was your own fault, that you hadn’t attempted to communicate either because you’d been afraid of the reaction and potentially the rejection, but that you’d been kicking yourself ever since for missing out on being able to talk face to face about things when you’d had the chance.

It all culminates in you explaining your current situation, and you tell him about your talk with Sophia and then your friend’s self-proclaimed mastermind plan, which had failed spectacularly when Oscar hadn’t even seen the post.

When you’re finished, there’s a moment of silence before he bursts into laughter.

You flush red in embarrassment and hug the tub of ice cream closer to your chest, feeling miserable and ashamed, but also like you deserve it all anyway. The tub isn’t freezing cold anymore, but the chill still seeps in through your shirt faintly, and it’s comforting against the heated blush.

“Sorry,” he says when his cackling has died down to chuckles. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I actually do want to help. I genuinely can’t take one more post with a caption that’s all thinly veiled pining.”

You pause, fiddle with your spoon for a moment, and then hesitantly ask— “Do you know if he likes me?”

Lando goes quiet, and then he hums and admits that he doesn’t. “But,” he adds quickly, “just because I don’t have total confirmation doesn’t mean it isn’t basically obvious. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I know Oscar.”

You sigh, “But how are you going to help? You can’t just ask.”

“I don’t need to,” he answers, like you’re crazy for thinking he’d do something like that. “I’ve got a plan.”

Great. You run a hand down your face and try to stay optimistic. Another plan.

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis @405rry

━━ a/n: a bit more writing heavy this part, and a bit longer because of it, but i'm proud of how it turned out! we're finally getting somewhere, and now we've got lando joining the team. genuinely had so much fun writing him, so i'm excited to feature him in future parts!

[abbyslev]

crazy pt 2- toji fushiguro

a/n: here’s part 2! maybe smut in part 3 if we really feeling silly hehe

it’s been weeks since you had last seen toji. you were off and away.

your boss had opened a new club in shibuya, and had invited you out to sing for the grand opening. all of the big bosses and rich men had spent all their weekends there, keeping you busy for weeks on end. you were your bosses best eye candy and voice, so of course he’d keep you around.

“miss me?” you laugh, blowing the smoke out. “more than you know.” toji mumbled. “i’m flying home in the morning.” you lean against the cold glass. “really? jesus, i thought you’d have found a place and a man down there by now.” toji teased.

“they’re all rich assholes with no manners. fucker took my cigs and said ‘pretty girls don’t smoke.’ and threw them away! these cost money.” you turn to face the dark city, the quiet music fading in the background.

“i’ll be here waiting. hey, maybe let me take you out friday, yeah doll?” toji stretched his legs out, laying down on his bed. “hmmm… let me think…” you teased, throwing the cigarette butt off the roof. “c’mon, can’t keep me waiting.” “just teasing, whiny baby. i’ll see you friday.” you grin. “text me, yeah?” “yeah. bye toji.” you hang up the phone, all giddy and excited. your first date in forever.

-

you flattened your shorts, admiring your curls in the mirror. nothing had you more nervous than a date, but toji had mentioned about it being “not so fancy.” you took his word for it, wearing shorts and a t shirt. your phone vibrated in your back pocket, snapping you back to reality.

toji

hey doll, didn’t mean to

cancel so last min. my friend

can’t babysit tn. i’ll make it up

to you, promise.

you

it’s all good

how about i come 2 u?

toji

to my place? u sure doll?

there’s kids. its a mess

you

better than a date. i’ll bring

takeout

toji

kids r gonna wanna eat

too, r u sure?

you

i’ll bring enough to feed the

hungry villagers

toji

ur funny doll

sounds good. just

let me know when ur

close, yeah?

you

for sure.

i’ll b there soon

this was by far better than going on a date. you get to meet the kids! plus, going out was something always made you nervous. last time, someone stood you up. it was hard.

you held the takeout bag in your hand, hands shaking as you reached a hand up. your fist tapped against the door, stepping back, a small smile breaking onto your face.

“hey, doll.” toji opened the door, checking you up and down. you looked so much more different. seeing you in regular clothes, tennis shoes, hair down in its natural state, lighter makeup. it took toji aback. he still found you as beautiful as ever.

“hey!” you smile, looking up at toji. “you look normal.” he gruffed, letting you in. you giggle, kicking off your shoes. beside the door was a rack, ranging in shoe sizes. one of them were women’s shoes, dusted and untouched. must’ve been his ex wife’s shoes. your heart tugged a bit, knowing it must’ve been hard to lose her.

“where are your kids?” you hand him the food as he took it from your hands. “i made then sit on the couch.” he mumbled. “you’re so mean!” you pushed his arm. “come.” he waved you forward, leading you towards the living room. two kids sat on the couch, one looking happy and the other grumpy.

there was a girl, her hair in a bun, dressed nicely and had a big smile on her face. beside her was a kid that looked like a copy of toji. his hair was a mess and he wore sweatpants shorts and a t shirt. he looked like he just got the yelling of his life.

“children, this is-“ “your friend, yeah yeah. we’ve been through this before. i’m hungry!” he babbled on, hopping off the couch. “uhh, anyway.” toji scratched the back of his head. “i’m tsumiki! nice to meet you ma’am. thank you for bringing us dinner. we are happy to have you here!” the younger girl stood up, bowing.

“hi, tsumiki. it’s nice to meet you, thank you for allowing me into your home.” you bow back, blush tainting your cheeks. “sorry about him, he’s a brat.” toji laughs nervously. “s’okay. i didnt like random people in my home when i was younger either.” you laugh.

you all ended up at the table, grabbing your portions. the boy stuffed his mouth, eyes still angry. “this is really good, ma’am!” tsumiki grinned, mouth full of rice. “oh, i know! its a local around my place. the lady cooks daily, so everything’s really fresh. super good!” you smiled. all of you ate in silence, making comments here and there.

“tsumiki plays the violin.” toji commented. “really? hows that?” you look up from your plate. “oh, it’s nothing really! i’m not very good at it. one day, i wanna play for a jazz band, but that’s kinda hard.” tsumiki blushed, taking a sip from her water.

“jazz, huh? hey, i sing in a jazz band. i’ll get you lessons if you really want.” you offered. “what! no, no i cant bother.” tsumiki turned bright pink, her eyes wide. “come on, tsumiki, it’ll get you into the industry.” toji nodded his head. “can we even afford that?” tsumiki looked at him. “money is not in the picture, it’s a friend offer, eh? if it’s something you love, why not?” you grin at her.

“can you really sing?” the boy mumbled from his spot. he finally spoke to you. “yeah! i go on these cool trips all the time. i’ve been singing for a long time.” you nod, pulling out your phone. you open your camera roll to a picture of you in a red dress, posing next to a famous jazz singer in japan. “this is me, and this guy. he’s pretty big among our elders. i got a chance to sing with him.” you hand him the phone.

“can you sing for us?” he handed you your phone back. “oh! maybe not now, i’m a little…embarrassed.” you laugh. “i’m sure i’ll get to one day.” you wave him off. “you’re really nice, miss.” tsumiki grinned. toji sat back, his heart aching at your bonding with the kids. “i’m glad.” you now your head towards her direction. “so, what do you guys like to do for fun?”

“i like to play violin, study, and i like to hang out with my girl friends.” tsumiki piped up, cheesing from ear to ear. “study? what do you wanna be?” “i want to be a musician.” her eyes gleamed. “it’s possible, tsumiki, i mean i had no experience with music as a kid. but, hey look, i sing for a living.” you laugh, shrugging. “will you teach me, miss?” tsumiki’s mouth opened. “of course! what about you?” you turn to megumi. “i like to read.” he pushed his empty plate away. “me too. i like to read really long novels.” you shake your head. “i like fiction.” he muttered. “i like more romance and mystery i guess. but maybe it’d be cool if you showed me your collection, im willing to read something new!” you looked at toji.

“past your bedtime, brats.” he shooed them off. “awh! will she be back, dad?” tsumiki stacked hee plates, face twisted up. “of course! if that’s not a bother.” you patted her head. “cool!” she bowed towards you. “you guys have a good night. i’ll see you two around.” you waved the two kids off.

you helped toji put the plates up, feeling his eyes on you. “thank you for being nice to them. a lot of people run when they see i have kids.” he mumbled from the table. “oh. i promise it’s nothing, they’re really sweet. and i really do mean it about teaching tsumiki, george wouldn’t mind teaching her. he’s really passionate about what he does.”

“she would love that. i feel bad because i can’t really help her.” “it’s okay, sometimes you figure stuff out slowly.” “and sorry about him. he’s a grump, he’s not used to other people.” “that’s also okay, i get him. my mom always brought random men to the house, and it’s scary.” you sit down by him.

“promise me you won’t leave for a long time again.” toji looked up. “already got you hooked?” “of course, doll.” he smiled. “stay.” he hooked his finger around your sleeve, grinning. you stared at the scar around his mouth, biting your lip again. “…okay.” you nod.

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I’m There Chapter: Twenty-Four

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

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(You're waiting for the)

Day to come when thеy will notice

(It is time to wake up now)

Fighting battlеs at your lowest

(Your fire is dying out)

Dragging every step forward

But it won't happen again

And I'm not gonna pretend

(I don't want the money)

(Want the money)

Noah sent Erin a CD with a playlist of their songs he hoped she would like. She has been blaring it loudly for days since she opened the package. She’s been listening to it nonstop and now sings along to the lyrics.

Can't say I'm mad, this is entertainment

But I want what they have and I'm gonna take it

And I'm so sorry if I'm cynical

My water's full of chemicals

I don't know what I'm made of anymore

“Sweetie! Lunch is ready!” I call out to her over the sound of the music as I place the plate I made for her, buttered noodles with grilled chicken with roasted broccoli and fresh fruit. 

Erin races down the stairs humming along to one of the songs she’s been listening to. 

“Yum! Thanks, Mom!” she says, plopping down to dig into her pasta. I sit alongside her and eat my plate. 

“So Noah said he will be back in less than a week, we will get a few days to hang out before you go to art camp,” I mention softly and she smiles brightly. “I’m excited to see him again, we should take him to the skating rink where Ashley had her birthday party, Oh! Oh! And we have to have a game night before I go to camp.” she exclaims excitedly. I laugh and nod, “Of course honey, we will have to ask him when he gets into town.” Her smile continues to grow as we talk and I am happy to see her so excited about spending more time with Noah. She talked to me after one of her last therapy sessions and the weight of guilt has lessened tremendously after our conversation. Her little heart is full of so much love. In the future, her feelings may change and she may have more questions or even anger and I am prepared to help her with those feelings when they arise. 

After lunch, I drop Erin off at Gwen’s apartment in her senior center to spend some time with her while I head to work for a few appointments I have set up. Gwen is freshly 75 and loving life in her new senior apartment complex and loves having Erin over to hang out. She welcomes us with big hugs and the smell of freshly baked cookies. “My girls, I’m so happy to see you both!” she greets us warmly. “Gweny! Omg, I have so much to talk to you about! Noah sent me some music and it’s awesome! I have to show you some.” Erin gushes to Gwen as she walks into the living room to set her backpack down. “Oh and I brought some paints so we can do some crafts, I wanted to paint the flowers you have on your balcony.” 

Gwen with her arm slung delicately around my shoulder laughs softly, “You made the sweetest girl in the world, I hope you know how much of that comes from you.”  I rest my head against hers and sigh contently. “Thank you, Gwen, I owe so much of her to you. You have helped so much when I moved and have been there for everything in her life. I’m so grateful for you.” I tell her as Erin runs around Gwens’ new apartment. “Well, I need to head out for my appointments. Hey, little one! I gotta go.” I call over to Erin and she runs to give me a quick hug before going back to explore the new space. I hug Gwen again and kiss her softly on the cheek. “I’ll be back later, maybe closer to 8:30. Thank you again, love you both!” I say to them as I walk out the front door and head back to the car. 

My appointments go by fast today, A few line work pieces and the first session of a large back piece. On my way out the door, I get a surprising phone call from Noah. 

Hey! Nat, how are you?

Hey Noah! I’m good, just finished up work for the day and I’m about to head to Gwen’s to pick up Erin. 

How was your day? Any fun ink?

Haha yes, I started on a sweet back piece that will take a few more sessions to finish.

That is awesome!

So I wanted to call and ask about something.

Oh? What’s up? Is everything okay?

yes, yes, everything is great! I just bought my ticket to Austin and wanted to see if you could grab me from the airport on Thursday?  

Oh! Of course, that’s no problem at all. 

Are you sure? I mean I could  figure out the car rental thing if that’s easier 

Oh hush Noah, it’s really not a big deal! We’d be happy to pick you up. 

Erin has been talking nonstop about you coming back to town. She’s making many plans to fit in plenty of activities before art camp next week.

Thank you Natty, I’m excited to see you both. My flight will land around 12 pm but our Airbnb won’t be ready until 4 pm. The other guys won’t be out until later next week. 

Sounds like a plan! We will scoop you up when you land and grab some lunch, Erin will be happy to hear the news.

Have a good night Natty, Lo- Bye! *click* 

“Hello? Noah? Umm okay, bye” I put my phone back in my bag, shake the weirdness off, and just get ready to head to pick up Erin and give her the exciting news. 

Gwen texted me what they decided on pizza for dinner, so I quickly run through the Dan’s Hamburgers drive-through to grab a big cheeseburger and curly fries.

Eating my dinner quickly on the road I switch on the radio and turn between channels until I find a familiar female voice. It takes me back to being a little kid in my parent’s car on a long car ride home.

“Hey there, It’s Delilah here with a collection of love songs to set your night off right. I know love comes and goes and I hope you find a love in your life that brings you the most joy and fills your heart with wonder.” 

Her soft voice drifts through my car and I settle into listening to the rest of her radio show until I get to Gwen’s. The love songs drift through the air…

So break my step

And relent

You forgave and I won't forget

Know what we've seen

And him with less

Now in some way

Shake the excess

'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you

“Okay, Delilah I get it! I’m figuring it out…just get off my back.” I grumble at the radio and switch it to the next station. 

I may not always love you

But long as there are stars above you

You never need to doubt it

I'll make you so sure about it

God only knows what I'd be without you

“Oh fuck off,” I say as I shut off the radio and complete the ride in silence. 

Erin races to the door when we get to the car, “I had so much fun with Gweny but I am sooo tired.” she slugs against the door, and when I click the unlock button she quickly climbs into the seat and reclines it back.

I laugh at her actions, shutting her eyes and curling into herself. “That’s what happens when you stay up all night listening to music silly girl.” I laugh and she groans, “I want to learn all of the lyrics so I can sing along when we go to one of Noah’s shows.” she grumbles sleepy. 

“Well they have a break coming up, so you’ll have plenty of time to learn the songs.” I tell her, “Actually, Noah called me after work. He’ll be here Thursday and asked if we could pick him up from the airport on Thursday.” She perks up immediately, springing up from her seat in excitement, “That sounds great! I’m so excited, omg what should we do? We have to show him the diner and oh oh we can take him to the water park! Or we can go rollerblading!” the sleepy child I saw minutes ago is gone and she’s awoken with a new spark.

“Okay baby, we will see what he has the energy for, remember he’s coming off of a long tour, he might just want to grab lunch and hang out at the house. But we will have lots of time to do all of the things you want to.” She’s still glowing with excitement on the drive home. My appointments tomorrow are later in the morning so when we get inside the house we sit in the living room and put on a movie. Erin decides to watch “Encanto”.  Haylie is in her room, probably working on her newest book but pokes her head out to say hi and double-check Erin is staying home tomorrow, with a nod of approval she slinks back into her room to finish writing, “Okay byee love youuu!” she calls as the door closes. 

Halfway through the movie I look over and see Erin has fallen asleep, I finish the movie wiping tears from my face. “Damn Disney movie,” I mumble. I gently move her upstairs and place her in her bed. 

When I am finished freshening up and laying my head down the last thing that goes through my head before sleep takes over. “Have a good night Natty, Love you! Bye.”

My dreams are visions of a future with Noah and Erin. We’re together laughing on the beach, building a sandcastle. I see myself pregnant with another baby, Noah’s eyes brighten up as he places a gentle hand on my stomach and kisses me. Sitting on the sand next to them my hands dig into the sand as the water washes up and the castle returns to the sea. The dream fades and twists into a new vision, Noah and I are arm and arm sitting on the couch watching a movie. The quiet domesticity makes my heart swell, the soft touches and gentle kisses. As his lips move down my neck a quiet gasp escapes me and my eyes shoot open as I vault myself up in bed breathlessly.

“Oh shit.” I say breathlessly, “Keep it together Nat.” 

By Thursday morning my nerves from my dream are taking over, I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach as we wait in the lot for Noah to get off his flight. 

Noah: hey! I’m at pick-up stop H! 

Natalie: Okay! We will be there in a sec! :)

Erin is vibrating with excitement from the backseat and as we turn the corner and see Noah standing with his bags smiling and waving. “There is he! Pull over! Pull over!” Erin yells from behind me. “Okay okay, I have to wait for this car to pass sweetie,” I tell her as a nervous blush creeps up my neck.

I pull up to the side and pop the trunk as Erin shoots out to the car and runs to jump up and wrap her little around Noah. “Noah! You’re back! I’m so excited! What do you what do you want to do? Are you hungry? Me and my Mom like this diner they have the best pancakes!” Erin’s voice rings out and I laugh as I throw the car quickly into park to greet Noah. 

“Hey, Erin! I missed you!” he says dropping his bags on the ground to wrap his arms around her and lift her into a big hug, “lunch sounds amazing.” He turns to me placing Erin back on her feet. She attempts to grab his large duffels off the ground as I round the front of the car and the butterflies flutter again as he brings me into a firm hug. “Hey Natty,” he whispers into my hair. “Hey, Noah,” I respond into his chest. Erin struggles with the bag lifting it into the trunk. “Oh, honey -” I start but Noah quickly rushes over to help throw his bags into the back. “Thanks, little one,” he says to her and ruffles her hair. 

Noah opens the back door and lets her climb back into the car while I move to the driver’s side as a parking guard starts to look like he’s heading closer. “We’re heading out!” Noah politely waves to the guard and gets into the passenger seat. 

Throwing the car back into drive I carefully pull out. “So lunch?” I ask and Noah and Erin agree in unison. “So Erin, your mom says you have a lot of plans? What is first on the list?”

“Do you know how to rollerblade?”

next chapter ->

[holymountdias]

Love triangle pt. 1

Erling Haaland x (fem)reader, (mention of Jadon Sancho)

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren’t being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex’s best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge. Will it all be just a game for you or become more than friends?

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: angst, smut, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

You were lazily laying on your bed along with your best friend, both scrolling through your phones with no words being exchanged as you were too bored and had nothing really to talk about. The past month was only filled with stress and bad mentality as uni and life was challenging you to the fullest with the only interesting part of the day being when you were going to sleep or eat. You had no energy to go out hence why you were currently laying around on a Friday night at your house, instead of being somewhere outside “enjoying life”.

“i swear to God if i see another story of someone from our class at the club, i’m gonna go insane” you kept listening to her complaints the past hour and you only hummed uninterested in response not really taking her seriously.

You sense her eyes on you after that but you still give no reaction to it, until you feel her move around on the mattress and the next thing you know your phone disappears from your hands. You turn your head to the side to glance at your friend annoyingly only to meet with an ironic grin.

"We need to go out” she suddenly blurts out and you groan out in frustration

“ i don’t want tooo, i look and feel like shit can’t we just stay in?’’ you whine out in protest as you move to lay on your side down before closing your eyes as well.

“Noway i’m going to let you sulk in your room for the millionth time this month; besides if i remember correctly you have already been invited to some fancy ass party’’ she responds, while emphasizing the last part with a different tone.

“Its just Jadon’s birthday he won’t judge me if i don’t make an appearance and i’m pretty sure he just asked me cause he is friends with my brother and just wanted to be polite’’

“oh shut up as if he hasn’t been texting you since you two met’’ she says, making you huff out.

To be truly honest you would also like to believe your friend’s little romance scenario as well, since Jadon Sancho was one of the few people in the football field that stood out to you after meeting them.

You were introduced to him through your brother, the infamous Mason Mount, after a football match since they were both playing for the England team at that time.

You soon found yourself spending like an hour with the both of you leaning against the wall in a random corridor inside the stadium building, throwing jokes and opening up about your lives.

You ended up exchanging numbers and socials and from then on you would text each other from time to time. You didn’t know what to expect from him, after all he was a football player with a busy schedule and quite the following when it came to girls, so you just never took anything seriously that came from him; not the teasing, not the random compliments when you posted a story on your ig, not the time he asked you to hang out that you might or might not rejected cause you were scared that he just wanted you for sex; quite the frequent habit for all the footballers but you weren’t up for that. Not after what happened with him. So in other words even if he indeed was interested in you at first he couldn’t still be after all this time, right?

“If you met him too you would know he is friendly to everyone” you open your eyes to look at her seriously and she just smiles devilishly at you.

“Well if it won’t be about Jadon tonight, i’m sure Erling will be, he will be there right??” she asks persistently.

“probably…”

“Perfect” she speaks loudly and gets off the bed quickly heading towards your closet.

“Y/F/N NO’’ you try to protest but with no results as she looks determined to get you ready for the party tonight.

“ok so dress or skirt?”

You sit up in your bed before brushing your hand through your hair in frustration. 

“I seriously don’t want to see him.”

“fuck….faster..”

He started thrusting in faster at once as his grip around your hips tightened, almost making it hurt. The combination of pain and pleasure made your pussy pulse around him and you heard him let out a groan in reaction.

You kept moving your hands in front of you on top of the vanity as if you were trying to get away; your mind was driven by the ecstasy while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly open as quite whimpers kept escaping from you.

Suddenly you felt his upper front being pressed against your back as he leant his face down, resting it beside your face, his mouth touching your ear while his breaths brushed against it.

“Look at the mirror baby”

You obeyed to his words and first thing you saw is his darken gaze on you, how he eyed you like a starved animal and you were his prey. His thrusts slowed down but you felt his whole body moving against your body in such way that he somehow hit deeper inside you. You were so turned on, that your whimpers became loud moans but were quickly muffled by Erling’s hand as he covered your mouth with it.

“shut up”

Your lower back arched as you felt his other hand grabbing your ass and then spanking it a few times, his face once again turned towards your face, close to your ear as he kept talking dirty to you.

“do you want to get us caught baby? do you want all the people in the house to come and see what a slut you are for me? how much you love my cock and fuck you with it? hmm?”

His voice was driving you wild, making you tilt your head from the back to the side, your eyes closed once again, as he traced his mouth lower towards your neck, slightly sucking on it.

You could sense your climax nearing but he already knew that by how much your walls were tightening around him so he moved his hand around you, placing his long fingers on top of your clit as he started playing with it while his thrusts turned into pounding.

“Cum for me baby” 

Your body automatically started shaking from your intense orgasm but he kept holding you close to his body til you were calm again but right afterwards his own orgasm started coming through, since your climax triggered his too.

You knew this man for a about 5 months and he somehow managed to have you wrapped up around him with his generous, charming and affectionate character and of course his handsome looks.

Damn everybody could see how much different he was compared to all those snobbish and stuck up footballers and you admired that for him. You first met him at a club where your dearest brother held a party for his birthday celebration and couldn’t you have thanked him enough.

You kept throwing glances at each other from afar but none of you actually came up to introduce yourselves until it was time for you to leave but your ride had ditched you up for someone else and what more perfect time for him to appear like your prince, offering you a safe ride home.

Now in a normal occasion you wouldn’t accept because obviously, stranger danger, but you were slightly drunk and your mind was driven with interest to get to know this man. So you did and it was great and you thought that you would never regret it til you did…Long story short after the ride he asked for your number to your surprise and you did give him it.

There was so much attraction between you two that quickly turned into sexual tension and soon enough you would both be testing it out. You never really discussed about labels but he treated you in such a way that he made it seem as if he was serious.

He took you out on dates, gave you his flannel, invited you to his matches to watch him playing, he would take care of you in every way possible. And of course everything in secret from the public and your brother and everyone else from your inside circle.

Basically you were the only ones who knew. So here you were at your brother’s house that he held a party at and you were fucking in one of his bathrooms behind everyone’s back. And everything was perfect or so you thought..

He slowly pulled out of you but the motion still managed to take your breath away for a second as you adapted back to the emptiness inside you.

You turned around to stand against the vanity with your hands behind your back, to watch him as he cleaned himself up and discharged the condom away.

Right when he was done, he turned to look at you with a small grin on his face, before he came to stand right in front you, bending his body towards you with his hands gripping the counter behind, cornering you in between them.

“Hopefully nobody heard you or else i’m gonna have to deal with your brother”, he joked and you rolled your eyes; the corners of your mouth turning up.

“First of all there is a whole party going downstairs and secondly i wasn’t that loud Haaland”

“Is that so baby?”He whispered after he leaned closer above your face.

Your height difference had you tilting your head slightly backwards to look at him straight through his blue eyes with as much confidence as you could master up without getting flustered like a high school girl.

“Yes” you slowly muttered with your gaze fixed on his as if you were put under a spell, your pupils were dilated as you were filled in with lust once again and he loved it.

No matter how many times he would ruin you, you would still come back for more and couldn’t he be more happy to comply to your wish.

He shifted his hand right under your chin and raised your face towards his, your lips were so close that were almost brushing, but never touching and to your frustration that’s where he paused.

He just continued to observe you, looking at every little detail on your face, from your wet lips, to your rosy cheeks, to your sparkling eyes, to your messy hair. There was not a single thing he disliked on you, in fact he could see himself being with you in the feature as well but right now he knew the truth and the truth hurt.

His face frowned slightly for a mile second and that got you intrigued in what he possibly could be thinking.“What?” you questioned quietly snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

He just shook his head instead initiating that it was nothing, but before you could ask him again he closed the gap between you, pecking your lips gently as the palm of his hand cupped the side of your face.

“We should go” he muttered after a minute, shaking you out of your zone and you pouted in a teasing way in your effort to get him to change his mind. You had been in this bathroom for about half an hour and you knew that he was right, if you wanted to keep people out of suspicion, but it was getting hard for you sometimes to keep acting like strangers.

A corner of his mouth lifted as he reacted with amusement to your childlike way to convince him otherwise, but he just pecked your lips one last time before he started getting ready to leave and that seems like that was your answer.

A sigh of disappointment escaped you which gained you a chuckle from him but nonetheless you slowly started dressing back up ass well.

Just before he could open the door to go, your words stopped him in his tracks.

“When do you think we can tell the others?” he shifted around to look at you as you spoke again “You know…about us?” you stared at him; your eyes burning with both hope and anxiety for what his response was gonna be.

“Look i think we should keep it low for a little while more” you instantly felt your chest falling to your stomach, as your hopes crashed to the ground, your brows furrowed while sadness overcame you.

Instantly bad thoughts started filling in your mind like, was he not feeling the same? did he intend to have you hidden until he grew tired of you? were you just a plaything for him after all? His form standing right in front you had you snapped out of your thoughts; he picked up your face by the chin to make you look at him.

“Hey, stop thinking too much about it, i just- i just have a lot on my plate..with the team right now and bringing you to the public won’t be very helpful for me, like people are gonna start attacking you and then there is Mason, its juts not..easy right now.”

You nodded repeatedly as you tried to look understanding to what he told you while you forced your face to relax from your previous sad expression.

“No i get it, its a whole process and i can’t give you that kind of pressure right now.” You assured him and he just smiled at you affectionately. “You are not giving me any pressure baby, we are in this together alright?” you hummed in response and after he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, he finally exited the room.

Once the door was closed you let out a sight of disappointment but also regret before brushing your fingers through your hair and taking a sit on the side of the bathtub, hanging your head low; your mind deep in thought once again.

On one side what he said made sense like your situation was not as easy and that could also be because of who your brother was but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he didn’t want to take the next step and regret for even asking him for it in the first place. The last thing you wanted was to keep him out of focus from his job.

“Look i know what happened, but it needs to stop affecting you whenever you see him. Especially when there will always be a chance of you two coming across each other because of your brother.

So..” she picks up a satin dress from the hangers of your closet and shows it off to you, initiating for you to take it. “dress up girlie.”

No matter how much you wanted to protect your own feelings you know she is right and it is probably about time for you to move on, so what better sweet time to do it. You drag yourself clumsily from the bed and after your best friend gives you a heads up you take the dress from her to start preparing.

After you left the bathroom, you found yourself chatting with some girls from the party, including some football player’s girlfriends and although you didn’t know all of them, you were having fun. At some point you wanted to get a new drink so after excusing yourself from the group you headed towards the kitchen.

Before you were to go inside, you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the room, among some you could recognise, like Jack’s, Phill’s, John’s or Rice’s and some other guys, but you couldn’t tell who they were. The kitchen was a bit further from where the party and the loud music was taking place so the voices were clearer in this area of the house.

There was one voice in specific that made you want to stay behind and continue listening to what was being said in the room.

“Hey Haaland that was a long bathroom break dude” you heard someone say, as the rest of the group started laughing while he just shook his head in annoyance.

“Drop the act, what’s her name” the same voice asked causing the others to start questioning.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Erling tried to deny but they all mocked his answer, knowing well that he was lying.

“Man, i saw you the other day with some blondie, was that her?” you heard Phill this time.

“No” he bluntly responded, but they started protesting for his lack of information.

“Drop the name man who is it?” Declan asks and all the guys around started agreeing.

“It’s no one, just a random one i met some time ago” he finally reveals, making the rest of the circle become loud with excitement once again.

“It’s nothing serious, we are just fucking” he quickly interrupts them, hoping that that will shut their noisy asses up but it wasn’t the case.

“Does she know about the other chick’s you have been fucking behind her back?” you hear Jack ask him and the room fills in with loud laughter once again.

“Not really”, he replied and the guys went wild.

“Yoo dude is it even serious like, are you going to tell her or?”

“Look i told you its nothing fucking serious, i’m just fucking with her for a little while and i move on, that’s it”, “I wouldn’t even care less if she found about the others, i can replace her anytime” he adds, making the group laugh out again.

You had heard enough.

You pushed the door open and entered the kitchen as the room soon went silent to see who it was.

“Hey Y/n” Declan was the first one to greet you and you greeted them all back with a plastered smile on your face, while avoiding the eyes of a particular person.

“What did i interrupt you guys from?” You asked them cheerfully as you headed towards the fridge to grab yourself another drink.

“Nothing we were just talking” someone spoke up and you leaned against the kitchen counter with your drink in your hand.

“Ohh i get it, hooks up of the week” you said with a small giggle and they agreed.

“Hey y/n did you perhaps catch a glimpse of a girl Erling was in the bathroom with, about an hour ago. He was locked up there for like half an hour and the guy tried to convince us that he was by himself.” Phill interjected this time and you looked at him with a knowing grin on your face, “no way, who was it?” Declan asked but you just shook your head slightly.

“Look guys, its not my place to say, but maybe Erling here, doesn’t want to share the name cause he forgot which one of his chicks was it.” your answer made Erling tense up more as he kept burning holes on you with his gaze the whole time you have been in the room. “Isn’t that right Haaland?” you ended up shifting your attention on him all of a sudden.

“Not the important one’s” he answered as the whole room burst in laughter,

“What are you saying dude, you literally admitted that she was just a plaything” Jack adds in the conversation making you grin lowkey sadly as you lowered your head for a second, but thankfully no one noticed.

“Oh how comforting it must be for her to at least remember her name then huh?” you spoke ironically; your words tasted like venom and he knew that cause they were directed towards him.

“Anyway guys, i gotta get back to my group, sorry that i couldn’t help you identify Haaland’s 4th chick of the week.” you joked once again but you knew that all jokes were on you in the end cause you were the one they were looking for, your were his plaything of the week or better say for the last five months, along with some other playthings of course, but for Haaland that was not worth being mentioned.

After you left the room you heard your name being called and you could tell it was him but you neither had anything more to say or even had the energy to talk to him for the rest of the night, especially when you were supposed to be celebrating your brothers birthday party.

“Y/N WAIT” you heard him yelling before he finally caught up with you and stopping you from walking any further, grabbing you by the arm and you turned your body around to look at him.

“Look i was going to tell you-”

“Oh really? i thought you wouldn’t care if i found out since you can replace me anytime” you cut him off by repeating his own words back in the kitchen, and he seemed to get more frustrated with the situation.

“No you don’t get it, i really lik-” before he can finish his sentence he got interrupted by people singing the birthday song and you both turn your heads to glance back in the main room where all the guests were gathered around a huge cake and your brother standing in the middle.

The sound was so much louder since you were closer to the party area now, making you frustrated as well. Nevertheless that was your signal to end this, cause you had more important things.

“It’s too late for that shit Erling, we are done, no buts” you finally said and you made a move to leave but he caught you again forcing you to look at him with pure anger in your eyes.

“I can fix this, give me another chance” he slowly says while the intimacy in his eyes burned into yours; when he grabbed you for the second time, he had managed to pull your body so close to his that even your faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Have fun with your side chicks Haaland” you slowly muttered before looking at him one last time and after getting your hand out of his grip you hurriedly headed towards the celebration.

Your eyes were glistened as tears threatened to spill but you were quick to angrily wipe the corners of your eyes and hold yourself back from breaking down in front of a bunch of people. The only thought that clouded your mind was

How could you be so stupid?

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 5 - Meet Me in St. Louis

It’s the return of Elvis and Ruby! I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to everyone who’s liked, shared, and commented on my writing. It is so encouraging and means so much to me. ❤️

Writing Prompt: Elvis in a car

Content: Fluff, smut, 1973 Elvis, 18+

October 31, 1973

Ruby let her thoughts wander as she absentmindedly strolled down the sidewalk with her shopping bags.  She had walked to the store to pick up some candy for the trick-or-treaters that would be flooding the neighborhood later.  Ella would be home from school soon and would need help putting the finishing touches on her costume.  As usual when she was alone, she found her mind drifting to Elvis.  To her knowledge, he had not tried to contact her in the almost two months since they had admitted their love for each other in Las Vegas.  She had seen the news stories about his rant against the Hilton on closing night, rumors of a falling out with his manager, and his divorce being finalized at last.  She knew he must be going through a lot of turmoil, and at first she had tried to convince herself that was the reason for his silence, but it was probably time to face the music - she had just been a convenient distraction for him, and now he was back to a life that had no room for a single mother in St. Louis.  As if the weather sensed her melancholy mood, raindrops started to pour down with no warning.  “Dammit,” she muttered to herself, looking up at the sky as if that would stop them somehow.  

“Be careful baby, sugar melts in the rain,” an unmistakable deep voice called out.  Ruby glanced over with surprise, just now noticing the fancy black car that had pulled over to the side of the road.  She saw Elvis’ handsome face gleaming at her from the back window.  Her jaw fell open a little bit as she took a step closer.  “How did you know I have candy?” she asked, unsure of what else to say, looking down at the brown paper bags that were starting to get soggy.  “Now honey, ya know I was talkin’ ‘bout you,” Elvis chuckled.  “Now get in here ‘fore ya float away with your candy.”  The rain soaking through her clothes assured her that this was the only sensible decision.

“Aw, honey, you’re soakin’ wet, you’re gonna catch cold,” Elvis murmured as he pulled Ruby in close and planted a big kiss on her lips, which were still hanging open slightly in shock.  “How are you, I mean, what are you, um, why are you here?” she blurted out awkwardly.  She could see his lopsided smile drop a little bit at her less-than-welcoming reception.  “I mean, I haven’t heard from you, I just thought you didn’t want…” she trailed off, trying to backtrack on her initial hostility.  “I do want, honey,” Elvis said, looking a bit dejected.  “I’ve had a lot goin’ on, and I tried ta call ya a couple times, but ya ain’t got no answerin’ service.”  “Oh,” Ruby said, feeling stupid.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you called.”  She did most of her seamstress work from home, but she supposed he could have called when she was out running errands.  Or, knowing his schedule, maybe when she was sleeping.  “I just figured you didn’t want to see me again.”  Elvis looked up sharply.  “I drove all the way here, baby,” he said.  “Of course I wanted ta see ya.”  Charlie cleared his throat softly from the driver’s seat.  “I guess Charlie wants credit for drivin’ me here,” Elvis said with a hollow chuckle.  

Ruby swallowed and looked down at her hands.  “Elvis, I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered.  “Ya are?” he asked, tilting her chin up toward him.  “Of course,” Ruby admitted.  “I was just feeling worried.  I have all these feelings for you, and then I didn’t hear from you, or I thought I didn’t hear from you, and I’m scared.”  She could feel herself beginning to tear up.  “Oh, Ruby, you ain’t gotta be scared of me.  I told ya I had a lot goin’ on, but I’m here now.  Ya know I wanna be with ya.  There’s a reason we’re back in each other’s lives, and I ain’t throwin’ that away.  Understand, baby?” Elvis gazed at her, waiting for an answer.  Ruby nodded and let him wrap her hand in his own.  “Ya sure are a sight for sore eyes,” he said, his smile reappearing now.  “Really?  I probably look like a drowned rat,” Ruby laughed.  Elvis’ eyes lowered to her chest and his grin grew bigger.  “Naw, baby, ya look really good like this.  Jus’ make sure no one else lays an eye on ya.”  Ruby followed his gaze down and gasped a little bit when she saw how her sopping wet blouse had molded itself to every contour of her breasts, her nipples prominently poking through the fabric.  She could feel her face flushing bright red as Elvis chuckled and pulled her in close to him.  “Mmm my red Ruby, you’re actin’ like I ain’t seen ya naked before,” he whispered in her ear, sending a little shiver down her spine.  “Elvis!” she whispered shyly, her eyes darting toward the front seat.  “Charlie ain’t listenin’ to us, are ya, Charlie?” Elvis called out.  “No, boss,” came the reply from the front.  “Jus’ drive us to Miss Ruby’s house,” Elvis instructed and leaned back toward her.  His hand gently caressed her chest as she succumbed to the pleasure of his soft lips pressing against hers.

Ruby felt like she could go on kissing Elvis for hours, but they pulled up in front of her house in just a few minutes.  Elvis looked out the window and surveyed the sky.  “I guess we should get inside while the rain’s let up.”  Ruby noticed the downpour had disappeared as quickly as it had come.  It was as if it occurred at the perfect time for Elvis to rescue her and woo her back into his arms without a second thought.  Maybe this is all happening for a reason, she mused.  “Uh, what should I do, boss?  Wait here, or…” Charlie trailed off uncertainly.  “Nah, go to the hotel.  I’ll call ya if I need ya,” Elvis responded, grabbing a small suitcase and opening the door.  He hurried around to help Ruby get out with her wet grocery bags.  Ruby glanced around nervously, hoping none of the neighbors were watching.  Elvis wasn’t exactly incognito in a silver jacket with rainbow flames licking the shoulders.  She smiled as she looked him up and down.  He seemed to have gained a little weight since she’d seen him, but she didn’t mind at all.  It actually made her flush as she thought about laying underneath him, his body pressed into hers.  Elvis looked over and smirked as they climbed the steps to the porch.  “You’re gonna make me blush, baby, the way you’re undressin’ me with your eyes like that.”  “I’m sorry,” Ruby murmured.  “I just don’t know how you get more handsome every time I see you.”  She loved the way her compliments always seemed to both embarrass and please him.

Ruby set the bags of candy on the kitchen counter and turned to see Elvis surveying the living room, looking at the framed photos of her and Ella.  “Where’s your girl now?” he asked.  “She should be home from school any minute, actually,” Ruby commented.  “If you’d rather go, I understand,” she said, looking away nervously.  Elvis turned to look at her in surprise.  “Oh, do ya not want me to meet her?”  He looked a little hurt again.  “No, no, you can meet her, I just didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable, or-” she stammered out before Elvis cut her off.  “Ruby, I love ya.  I want to be in your life, but that means ya have to let me in,” he said as he walked closer and took her hands in his, looking directly into her eyes.  She could feel them watering as she nodded and said, “Okay.  I’ll let you in.”  Elvis smiled with relief and held her close to him.  “And Elvis?” she added.  “Yes, baby?”  “I love you too.  I’m so glad you came.”  She could feel his embrace around her tighten.  “Baby, you should get outta these wet clothes,” he murmured into her hair.  “Are you just trying to see me naked again?” she teased.  “Nah, there’ll be plenty of time for that later,” he laughed.  “I can’t get all excited when we won’t have the time for me to take care of ya properly.”  Ruby smiled at this and leaned up to kiss his lips before going into her bedroom to change.  

She returned to the living room to find that Elvis had made himself at home on the couch with some peanut butter cups from one of the grocery bags.  “Elvis!” she swatted at him playfully, “Those are for the trick-or-treaters!”  Elvis looked up at her with a big grin and whistled lowly.  “You look beautiful baby, even if I can’t see those pretty nipples anymore.”  He laughed as Ruby’s face turned scarlet.  “Aw, red Ruby, your face matches your dress now,” he continued to tease as he pulled her onto his lap.  She smoothed out her red dress with rainbow stitching at the waistline.  She was too embarrassed to say that she had picked it out so they would match a little bit with their rainbow colors.  Instead she leaned in and licked the chocolate off Elvis’ lip.  “You’re a messy eater,” she teased him.  “I can think of something really messy I’d like to eat,” he whispered in her ear, his fingers digging into her waist.  “Elvis!” Ruby squealed, shocked but delighted by his naughty innuendo.  Just at that moment, the doorknob turned and Ruby jumped up off his lap.

“Mom!  I’m home!” Ella called out as she walked in the door.  I’m right here sweetie, and we have a guest,” Ruby said nervously.  Ella turned as she walked into the living room and her jaw just about hit the floor.  “You’re - you’re Elvis Presley,” she announced in awe.  Elvis stood up from the couch and reached his hand out.  “You must be Ella.  I’ve heard so much about ya,” he said with a grin.  Ella reached her hand out and shook his, looking like she was in a trance.  “Why are you in our house?” she stared over at her mother in confusion.  “Oh, I’m jus’ an old friend of your mom’s,” he said, smiling down at how her hand was still shaking his.  She dropped his hand then and gasped.  “You did meet in Germany, didn’t you?” she asked accusingly.  “My mom said she only caught a glimpse of you.”  “Well, we may have had a conversation as well,” Ruby said softly, trying to think of how to get herself out of this uncomfortable situation.  “Then when she came to my concert in August, we got a chance to talk again.”  Elvis smiled over at Ruby, trying to help her explain his presence.  “Your concert?” Ella asked in disbelief, looking at Ruby once more.  “You went to Las Vegas while I was gone?”  Then a look of realization came over her face.  “Are you…dating?” she asked.  “Are you dating Elvis Presley and you didn’t tell me?”  Elvis looked at Ruby questioningly also, realizing that she must not have mentioned a thing about him.   Ruby cleared her throat nervously.  “It’s, um, kind of a long story, and I think that’s enough questions for right now.  I can explain it all later, but you need to finish getting your costume ready for tonight.  Trick-or-treat starts in an hour.”  She turned and walked into the kitchen before either of them could question her any further.

Ella went into her bedroom to get ready, and Ruby could hear Elvis’ heavy footsteps walk up behind her while she was pouring the bags of candy out into a big bowl.  “So…ya didn’t even think to mention me huh?” he asked, sounding a bit disappointed.  Ruby turned to find him standing directly behind her, blocking her against the counter.  “Elvis, it’s not that I didn’t think to, I mean, I just didn’t know what to say.  I didn’t know if I’d even see you again.  I didn’t want to get…anyone’s hopes up,” she tried to explain.  Elvis nodded slowly and sighed.  “I understand, baby.  But, I should probably tell ya, my hopes are up.”  He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.  Ruby stared up into his beautiful face, noticing how his long lashes fanned over his cheeks. “I think I didn’t want to admit it to myself,” she said softly, “but so are mine.”  Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers.

Ella cleared her throat behind them and they nervously jumped apart, looking like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.  “If you two are done playing kissy-face, can you tell me if my costume looks okay?” Ella asked as Elvis and Ruby tried to suppress their smiles.  Ella was wearing a pink dress that Ruby had made and had her hair in braided pigtails with big bows.  “I wanted to be Marcia Brady, but mom made me dress as Cindy instead,” Ella announced with some disappointment in her voice.  “Probably no one will even know who I am because my hair’s too dark to be Cindy.”  “You can dress as a teenager when you are a teenager,” Ruby said.  “I’m practically a teenager,” Ella mumbled.  “Well, I think ya look mighty cute,” Elvis said with a grin.  “Plus ya don’t wanna grow up too fast, people give ya more candy when you’re younger,” he added.  Ella considered that and nodded in agreement.  “I think you’re onto something there, Mr. Presley,” she said, sounding pleased.  “Please jus’ call me Elvis, dear,” he said with a warm smile.  “Okay Elvis dear,” Ella said, making all three of them giggle.

The doorbell rang and Ella grabbed her trick-or-treat bag.  “My friends are here!  I’m going, mom!” she called out as she ran for the door.  “Hold on, give me a hug,” Ruby said as she pulled Ella in close.  “Be careful and stay together.  Don’t forget your overnight bag,” she added.  “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful. And I expect the full long story when I come home,” Ella said sternly. She gave Ruby a quick kiss on the cheek, waved goodbye to Elvis, and rushed out the door.  “Overnight bag?” Elvis asked.  “Oh, yeah, she’s staying over at a friend’s house after trick-or-treating,” Ruby explained.  “Hmm, we have the house to ourselves?” Elvis said, his endearing crooked smile coming out in full force, making Ruby’s heart melt and her core tingle.  “Well, after we give out the candy,” she said with a wink.  As if on cue, the first group of kids rang the doorbell.  “You should stay out of sight so you don’t cause a commotion,” Ruby instructed as she went to grab the bowl of candy.  

Ruby returned to find that Elvis had already opened the door and was signing autographs for a group of starstruck parents while the kids looked on confused, wondering where the candy was.  She thought about scolding him but saw how much he seemed to be enjoying himself and decided to just let him have fun.  Elvis continued to pass out candy with Ruby and sign autographs until the last trick-or-treater had come through.  They sat next to each other on the couch, Elvis’ arm around Ruby’s shoulders.  “I guess we had just enough candy,” Elvis announced, looking at the empty bowl on the coffee table.  “Actually,” Ruby said with a sly smile, “I set aside a bag of peanut butter cups for you since you love them so much.”  Elvis’ face lit up like a little boy’s.  “Aw, that’s sweet of ya honey,” he said, kissing her forehead.  “Do you want me to get them?” Ruby asked.  “Well, I s-s-sorta had a different treat in mind right now,” he murmured, his hand creeping up under the hem of her dress.  Ruby’s heart started racing.  “Mmm, I think I could help you with that,” she whispered.  She stood up from the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom with her.

As soon as they got to the bed, Ruby pushed his jacket off his shoulders and pulled his shirt off.  “Oh, God, I’ve missed this,” she whispered as she ran her hands lightly over his chest and stomach, feeling the hair tickle her fingertips.  She loved the way Elvis always seemed to tremble slightly when they were intimate with each other.  It reminded her that he was just a human being who got nervous like anyone else.  She smiled as she took in how beautiful he looked.  Elvis smiled back shyly as he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop down to the ground, revealing his bare body to her.  “‘M sorry, honey, he’s not quite ready yet,” he motioned down to his soft cock hanging below the slight swell of his belly.  “No need to be sorry, he probably just needs a little loving,” Ruby said as she pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra and underwear.  Elvis stared at her naked body in admiration as she pushed him onto the bed.  “Let me take care of him,” she whispered lustily.  

Ruby started placing gentle open-mouthed kisses on Elvis’ lower abdomen and thighs, making a circle of wet spots around his cock as she caressed his balls in her hand.  A low moan came from his lips and she moved her mouth closer to his shaft, letting her warm breath tease him.  His moans grew louder and Ruby watched in awe as he started growing hard before her eyes, the head of his cock peeking out from the foreskin.  She leaned in and kissed this most sensitive spot, letting her tongue run over it, and Elvis let out a symphony of moans.  “Oh, Ruby, he’s sure ready now,” Elvis called out.   Ruby gave him one last lick and then laid next to Elvis as he turned to roll on top of her.  He reached down and ran his fingers through her folds, making sure she was wet enough to enter.  “Damn, baby, you’re so wet.  Is that cuz of me?” he asked with a proud grin.  “Of course,” Ruby blushed.  “That’s what happens when I get to lick all over your body and hear you moan my name.”  “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis whispered as he thrusted into her tight little hole, the full weight of his body pressed against hers.  “Oh, Elvis, this is what I’ve been waiting for,” Ruby moaned, the pleasure consuming her immediately. “I know, baby, I know ya needed me to come take care of ya,” Elvis grunted as he continued thrusting deep inside of her.  After two months of waiting for this moment, the ecstasy washed over the two of them with an intensity Ruby could barely take.  She couldn’t stop from calling out Elvis’ name over and over as her orgasm hit so hard her entire body shook with pleasure.  With sweat falling from his forehead, Elvis stuttered up into her with a satisfied groan, filling her up and collapsing down onto her soft body, his head nuzzled against her chest.  

“Oh, wow, Elvis, that was amazing,” Ruby whispered rapturously as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair.  “It sure was, sweet red Ruby,” Elvis responded.  “Elvis? Y’know how you have that, um, extra layer on your, y’know…” Ruby trailed off, for some reason feeling embarrassed to say the word foreskin. She could feel him tense up slightly as he realized what she was referring to. She quickly blurted out, “Well I love it! When you, um, go inside of me, I can feel it move back and forth a little bit and it feels amazing,” she ended in a whisper, her face turning beet red with this admission. Elvis relaxed and let out a little laugh. “I’m glad you love it, baby, I guess we were made for each other. Cuz he sure loves bein’ in there.” “I think your whole body is just perfect,” Ruby couldn’t stop the compliments as she continued to stroke his hair. He didn’t say anything more, but she could feel him smiling against her chest.  He leaned up and gave her nipple a little lick, laughing at how it sent a shiver through her overstimulated body.  Ruby blushed and smiled down at him.  “Y’know what I could use now, baby?” Elvis asked, looking up into her face, his eyes twinkling.  “Some peanut butter cups.”  Ruby laughed and kissed his sweet lips.

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[twelvroses]

LIZ's DIARY - 16/07/24. mentioned: @dreamquest @fiixion @yunzip @pinkscaped ♡ (& ahin lol)

The latest episode of Dreamquest just aired; I’m writing this in my dorm. Have I even written about my dorm? I can’t remember the last time I actually had the time to sit down and write, I think it was just before the show started… I used to be so diligent about keeping this diary, but life has gotten so hectic. I’m sharing a room with Yoon and Miyu. Both of them seem nice, but it’s a little awkward. Since we were all on different teams, I don't know how to approach them them because I'm not sure if they see me as a friend or just someone they'll need to beat. I wish I was the type of person who could start a conversation with anyone, but I just don’t know how to keep it going. The words don’t come for me. I haven't really bonded with any of the other girls, and I can tell that some of the other girls think I’m a bitch, but everyone always thinks I’m a bitch and I can live with that. Sani is really nice, though, she's really really cute, and she was so nice to me after the Fancy performance, so I think it'd be fun to be on a team with her at some point. But it would be really nice if I could at least befriend my dormmates too. I mean, assuming none of us get eliminated, they’re gonna be the first and last people I see every time I wake up or go to bed. Don’t you think that kinda sets the tone for your entire day? Even if none of us make it, it still would be nice to have some friends. That reminds me, now that I’m at Valentine, I hope I get a chance to meet the Medusa girls soon. I’ve always really liked Choi Gain sunbaenim. She just comes out and says whatever she’s thinking, no matter who’s listening or how many cameras are on her. I’ve been trying to be like that, but like everything else I try to say, it dies in my throat. Maybe if I get to hang out with her, it’ll rub off on me a little bit. 

Anyway, I won't have chance of meeting Medusa if Valentine drop me, and they might do just that, cause the CEO already told me that he expects big things from me. He told me to keep my sights set on top 5, because this is the very first time Valentine has EVER sent a trainee to a debut show, and I’m their only trainee, so if I totally flop, it’ll be really embarrassing for them, and I feel like the whole place is built on one man's very flimsy ego so he'll probably just drop me. We got to see our rankings and right now, I’m at nine. It’s not too bad, and so I want to be proud of it, but I know it’s not good enough. It doesn’t feel fair. I didn’t get a single solo line in Genie! How the hell am I supposed to get screen time and convince people to vote for me if I’m not being given the same opportunity to sing as some of the others? I wonder if the showrunners think I can’t sing because I rap. 

I also hate my new CEO, Yoo Seobin. He walks around like a weirdo mafia boss. You know, Ahin sunbaenim told me that when they go out for company dinners, he makes him, Choi Gain and Kwon Harin sit at a separate table with him. It’s supposed to be a ‘leaders privilege,’ but he’s kind of just keeping them away from the party. He thinks he’s the godfather, or something. Like it's an honour to sit with him. If I end up in a Valentine group, I pray to god that I’m not the leader. I’d hate to sit and drink with him. Did you see his fucking press release about me? He talked about how I was hypnotizing and my beauty was unmatched or something… Like he’s a married, middle aged man. It's so weird and I'm really worried if he keeps talking about me like that, people will start making up rumours. Even the thought makes me want to throw up. I wore the baggiest clothes I own last time I had to go to his office, and he still kept looking at me weird. Ahin sunbaenim said I can wear one of his sweaters next time, because if he sees me in boy's clothes he might assume I have a boyfriend and back off. It’s kind of cute that he thinks that would work. 

But Ahin sunbaenim is nice. I’m even going to record a demo for him next week. It’s not gonna be for me in the end, I think he’s just gonna send it out to a bunch of labels and see who wants the song, but I’m getting paid for recording so it’s already the most legit gig than I’ve had in about five years. He’s fun to hang out with. I think he has a little bit of a crush on me, but for once that doesn’t bother me. I think it’s just refreshing to come across a guy, especially one who’s a bit older than I am, who isn’t so fucking leery and demanding. He doesn’t even flirt or anything, he just gets shy around me and it’s easy to make him blush. It’s funny. And he does have a nice smile.

I just realised I'm writing about boys in my diary so I'm going to stop now because I'm not twelve. Kwon Ahin is the last thing I need to be thinking about right now. What I need to do is win this competition. I really hope, like really really really hope that I can rap in the next round. Like a proper rap that wasn’t written by fucking JYP, I mean. I’m really regretting singing for my audition. My first choice was Payday by Yoon Mirae but Seobin told me I had to pick something recent. If I’d pulled off a Yoon Mirae song I think I might be way higher in the ranks by now. But if I don’t get to rap there’s no way I’m gonna crack the top five. And if I get kicked from Valentine, it’s like losing the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I feel like I might just be setting myself up for one big joke. I couldn’t even rise up the popularity rankings of Bouquet. Do you know how easy it is to be more popular than a Bouquet member? Most idols who debut achieve it on their first day without even knowing cause they probably don’t know who Bouquet are. Were. Also, FUCK OHJANG ENTERTAINMENT.

I owe more money than I’ve earned, my parents lost all enthusiasm for this path for me a long time ago… I can’t even remember what it felt like for them to take pride in me. Honestly I started writing this entry because I thought I was going to end it by affirming to myself that this would be a turning point and I’d ace it from here on out, but I kinda feel worse than when I started writing. I should go to bed. I have to get up early to get some practice in before official practice starts, and if the girls who ranked lower than me find out I’m whining and moping about ranking 9th, they’ll think I’m even more of a bitch than they already do.

Well, just wish me luck in the next round, I guess!

[adrift-in-thyme]

For the follower milestone prompt (congratulations by the way!!) perhaps some BotW Zelink (it can be pre- or post-Calamity) celebrating a nice, wholesome, cozy holiday in Hebra?

Tysm Ladye!! <333 And thanks for the prompt!! It’s been too long since I wrote botw Zelink. I forgot how much I love them

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Zelda bursts through the door of the little cabin, breathless with laughter. Snow scatters in her wake. It drips from her cap and coat and boots, splattering in icy chunks on the flooring.

“Hey!” Comes a shout from behind her. “Zelda, no fair!”

She whirls around to grin at the figure digging himself out of the snow. His blonde locks hang limply, freed from their usual ponytail. He brushes them out of his eyes with a gloved hand.

“I’d say it was perfectly fair,” she retorts, playfully. “After all, it wasn’t my fault that you happened to trip.”

“I didn’t trip.” Link drags himself upward, shaking his head viciously to get the snow out of it. Zelda is reminded of one of the stable dogs. “I miscalculated.”

Zelda laughs and it feels so wonderful that it almost brings tears to her eyes.

This is what she loves about Link — well, one of the many things. He makes her laugh as no one else ever could. Except, perhaps, for Mother.

And now, with the Calamity gone and Hyrule on the mend, she feels she can finally afford such a declaration of joy. She wonders if he feels the same way. He certainly feels freer now that it is all behind them, now that he is no longer bound to the persona of the silent knight.

This boy who stands beside her by choice, not because of duty, this boy with a dirt eating grin and cheeks flushed by the brisk wind – he is how she imagined the Link Mipha had told her about, the jovial adventurer that the Zora princess had known, yet Zelda had never had the privilege to meet.

He lunges for her now, sensing her momentary distraction, and she stumbles back with a shriek. They tumble through the doorway, all puffy winter clothes and wet icy slush and warm limbs. She comes out on top, pinning him to the ground. He grins up at her.

“You never told me you were willing to cheat, princess.”

Zelda sniffs. “Why would I tell you such a thing? Besides, I did not cheat.”

“I’m the best shield surfer in Hyrule.” Link pushes himself up onto his forearms and Zelda sits back so he can get into a seated position. “So, you had to have cheated.”

“Selmie is the best shield surfer in Hyrule,” Zelda corrects him, haughtily. “And who’s to say I’m not a natural at the sport?”

Link considers that for a moment, lips pursed as he thinks.

“Okay fine,” he says, finally, with a pouty huff. A smile is struggling to break through though, and Zelda can’t help but chuckle as he bites his lip to keep it back. “I acknowledge your completely fair victory.” He rises and holds out a hand to help her to her feet. “And to celebrate, I’m gonna make us some cocoa.”

They both slip into some dry clothes and Link gets a cheery fire going in the fireplace. Then, as he melts chocolate over the stove, Zelda mops up the mess from their playful scuffle. Soon, the cabin smells of sweets and hickory smoke. The scents dance in the air, heavy and warm.

By the time she has finished cleaning up and fetching a blanket for them to share, Link has drained the dark, milky substance into two mugs. He walks into the living room and with a smile, offers Zelda one of them.

She inhales deeply, reveling in the heat of the cup between her palms and the soul-warming scent.

“Thank you, Link, this smells delicious.”

He sits down on the couch, tugging the blanket with his free hand so that it is situated over both his legs and hers.

“Once you taste it, you’ve gotta tell me if it’s better than any fancy stuff you had in the castle.”

Link snuggles close to her and she leans in to him. Long gone is the time when they had kept a respectful distance, playing the part of princess and hero. This, at least, this easy proximity has been carried over from the days before the Calamity. Those days when they traveled long together and their boundaries slowly fell away…and were never rebuilt.

They had been friends then, Zelda can see now. Good friends. These days, she wonders if perhaps they are toeing the line toward something more.

But those are thoughts for another time. For now, she pulls her feet up on the couch, sighing as she enjoys the warmth and comfort of this moment.

“I assure you,” she murmurs, “that this cocoa is superior to anything from the castle.”

All of this is superior, she thinks as he rests his head on her shoulder. The past had had its joys, of course. But now…now she is truly happy.

They sip their cocoa in sleepy, companionable silence, curled close to one another, fingers entwined, watching the fire’s endless dance. Tomorrow they will put up a tree and decorate it. Tomorrow they will enjoy each other’s company anew.

It will be lovely. But…

Zelda sighs, slightly. “I wish this could last forever.”

Gently, oh so gently, Link plants a kiss on her cheek. He smells of smoke and cocoa and a scent that is woodsy and fresh and distinctly him. She turns to him and he is smiling, shy and hesitant.

“Who says it can’t?”

Zelda grins.

He’s right, she thinks, as warmth blossoms within her. These moments need not remain during the holidays alone. The world is at their fingertips.

This feeling need never end.

And perhaps, that wonderful feeling is what inspires her to do it. Or perhaps, the cold has simply gotten to her head. Because in the next moment, she leans forward and kisses him.

Link doesn’t pull back like she fears he will. Instead, he leans forward, calloused hand cupping her cheek. He is still so gentle with her, as though she is a vase bound to break. Yet, there is something else there when he returns the kiss, something she feels in her very soul.

It is as though he has been waiting for this moment forever. Just as she has.

The kiss is short and the slightest bit awkward, but undeniably soft. And when they separate, Zelda can hardly think past the explosion of butterflies in her stomach, all happiness and disbelief and flat out terror.

She is speechless for a moment, unsure whether to apologize or laugh or perhaps merely burst into tears. But then Link takes her hand in his and all that seems to flee.

“Did I ever tell you how much I missed your smile?” He asks.

Zelda blinks and shakes her head. Her brain no longer seems capable of functioning.

“I don’t…well, no I don’t believe you did.”

Link brushes a stray hair behind her ear. “Well, I did. Every day.” He tilts his head, grins. “I’m glad I get to see it now.”

“Link, I…”

Link leans forward again, just slightly. An invitation. Zelda lets the words die off in her throat.

She smiles. And she kisses him again.

[greazyfloz]

Could you write about a pregnancy scare with Clayton Keller? I usually hate this trope but I love all the ones you’ve written!!

Angst/Fluff: 11. “Do you think your future a lot” “I think about our future a lot”

One Day

Clayton and I have been together for around a year and a half. I decided to move in with him after the bye week this past year.  Although some people think a year and a half may be enough time to have a baby together since we do now live together and we aren’t all too young as some people are, I know that stage is some thing Clayton and I both feel we aren’t ready for.

I’ve been extremely exhausted lately and thought it was because of the Arizona heat, but when I missed my period last week and still haven’t received it yet, I began to freak out a little. I’m still not close enough with the other wags on the team to confide in them, yet, which makes me freak out a little more having to keep this to myself.

I heard the front door open to my and Clayton’s apartment and hear footsteps travel to the bedroom.  Clayton opens the door and smiles when he sees me cross legged on the bed.

“hey babe, get ready I’m taking us out for dinner” he says, coming over to the bed and leaning down, pressing a kiss on my lips.

“Just us? Or some of the boys joining?” I ask him as a stand from the bed.

“just us” he smiles back at me as he walks to the closet to find a suit. He pulls one out and hangs it on the closet door.

“so we’re getting dressed up?” I ask him as I see which suit he pulled out, “ a fancy dinner?” I ask again.

“ only the best for you” he winks as he begins buttoning up his shirt

I head over to my side of the closet and pull out a baby blue strapless, mid length dress. Clayton finishes up getting dressed and leans over, pressing another kiss on my lips.

“I’ll be out in the kitchen“ he says before exiting the room. I quickly pull the dress up.

“wait, clay I need you to zip the back”  I yell out to him, and he re-enter the room.

He smiles as he walks behind me as I’m looking in the mirror. He zips the back of my dress up, and then place a kiss on my shoulder before wrapping his arms around my waist, where he leans his chin against my shoulder. we stare at each other in the mirror as he hugs tight around my waist.

“Clay” I say, looking at him in the mirror as he nuzzles his face in my neck while kissing, “Do you think your future a lot?”

“Mm, sometimes” he says, pulling his face from my neck and looking back at me in the mirror he notices a tear begin to roll down my cheek, and he turns me around to look at me in the eyes. “what’s wrong baby?” he asked me

“you’re gonna break up with me” I tell him that he shakes his head and looks back at me confused

“why are you saying that?”

“B-because your career just started and I don’t want to ruin it” I tell him and he giggled a little

“babe, my career didn’t just start. There’s nothing you could do that would ruin my career“

“I think I’m pregnant“ I finally say, as I watch Clayton’s eyes grow three times wider than they were before

“Oh” Clayton says, taking a step back, but still holding onto my arms, “wow”

“I’m so sorry” I say as the tears start streaming down my face harder. Clayton brings me in and hugs me as I cry into his shoulder.

“don’t be sorry, why do you think?” He asked me as he pulls away and brings his thumb up under my eye to wipe the tears.

“because I’ve been so tired lately and then I haven’t had my period in a week, I’m late Clay” I ramble

“but you didn’t take a test yet?”

“Not yet”

“well, fuck dinner. Let’s go to the pharmacy and get a test and then will just stay home and watch movies.”

I smile at Clayton and Nod then we both get dressed into comfier clothes before making our way down to his car and driving to the pharmacy. The pharmacy was close his house, so we were back within 15 minutes of leaving. I took an old cup that we don’t use and took it to the bathroom to pee in it before I put both tests inside.

I took the test out and snap the caps back on and put them on the sink counter before walking out of the en suite and back into the bedroom to see Clayton on the bed.

“come here” he says, opening one of his arm, so I sit in the bed beside him. I went over and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I laid my head on his shoulder, “ I’ll be happy either way” he says to me. I lift my head off his shoulder and look up at him confused

“you will?” I ask quietly

“yeah“ he sighs and then smiles at me “ I know you may feel that it’s too soon and we’ve already basically discussed that we werent ready to have kids yet. but if it’s something that happens, it must be supposed to happen because I love you and I think about our future a lot. I know even though you’re stressed, we could do a damn good job at raising it”

His words, comfort me, and a smile grows across my cheeks as I hear the timer on my phone go off, indicating that the test results are ready. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom and Clayton follows. I turn the test around both showing negative sign.

“oh, thank God” I say, as I wrap my arms around Clayton’s neck. I pull away from the hug immediately pressing a kiss on his lips. when I pull away and look at him, he looks sad, “what’s wrong babe?”

“I was kinda hoping you were“ he tells me making me smile

“hold your horses, cowboy” I say, making him laugh, “that scare was enough for me”

“one day?” Clayton asks.

“one day“

[abiiors]

been completely obsessing over your mini posts this weekend!!!

more ideas if your up for it!

matty and the gf meeting a fan while they are out for dinner and invitint them to have dinner with them

the gf messing around in the studio but they end up loving it and sampling it on an album

Burgers and Milkshakes

A/N: Thank you so much for reading them, you're really sweet 🥺

I've tweaked the first one a bit so it doesn't get super long and rambly. As for the second one, I truly don't know the first thing about studios and how songs are recorded so I'm gonna have to skip that one unfortunately :(

Still, I hope you enjoy this one!

‘Wanna get some burgers tonight?’ You poke your head inside his home studio, ‘I don’t feel like cooking.’

He looks up from the piano, still not fully registering what you’d just said. ‘Burgers. Tonight,’ you repeat. ‘Unless you feel like cooking.’

He debates it for a second, ‘whatever you want,’ he answers distractedly. He’s so engrossed in his work that you know you’ll have to remind him of this conversation in two hours when it’s tea time. As predicted, he walks into the living room two hours later. 

That’s how you end up at the small burger joint in a bustling part of the city. He’s excited today, you can tell. He chats about the songs he’s been working on, tells you that something you said to him three Wednesdays ago is going to make it into the lyrics, slings a hand over your shoulder as you walk together. 

The burger joint is crowded as usual. Despite being on a small street, it attracts a lot of people in the area. Just to keep up the anonymity, he hangs back and lets you order the food as well as the milkshakes (strawberry for him, vanilla for you). Once the food has been acquired, you find him sitting at a small table in the corner. 

The night air is just cool enough that both of you get away with wearing oversized hoodies. He’s gone one step ahead and added a beanie to hide his curly hair.

When you sit down with your food, he instantly tries to steal some of your chips and you smack his hand away. 

‘Do you or do you not want a sip of my milkshake?’ he challenges.

‘Are you trying to bribe me?’ you challenge back.

That’s exactly how it goes every single time. He inhales his own food in ten seconds and then tries to steal yours. You have already lost count of how many times you’ve bickered like an old married couple over this. 

As you take another sip of your milkshake, you notice him look at something behind you and then lower his head.

‘Uh…’ he leans in a bit closer to you, ‘I think we’ve been spotted.’

Your eyes widen a bit at that, fan interactions have always been a mixed bag but he’s quick to put a hand on yours. 

‘I mean they haven’t approached us or anything yet.’

You scoot your chair a bit so you can get a better look at them without being too obvious about it. And he’s right; it’s two girls who stand, hand in hand, a bit farther away from you. They are very obviously trying not to stare but the taller one of them looks like she’s debating coming over to say hi. 

‘It’s your call, babe,’ you say to him. Both of you only have a few chips and some more milkshakes left plus it’s not like this is some grand dinner at a fancy restaurant. 

‘Are you sure?’ he asks and you nod at him.

‘In fact, why don’t I wave them over?’ you volunteer.

He asks again if you're sure about this. You give him a quick nod, turn around and wave at them. 

The girls, who are still hesitating, seem to freeze when they see you wave. Then both of their smiles break into huge grins and they waste no time in coming over. 

‘Oh my god, I wasn’t sure if I should approach you while you’re eating,’ the shorter one of the two says a bit sheepishly and you tell her it’s no big deal. 

The other girl is still hanging back and it looks like she’s trying to fight the pink tinge making its way up her cheeks. 

‘I’m Allie,’ the shorter girl introduces herself, ‘and this is my girlfriend Mia. We are huge fans of The 1975,’ she grins. 

Both you and Matty introduce yourself and this time Mia laughs, tells you that of course she knows who you are and she’s so happy that she ran into you. ‘We were at the Manchester show, and honestly, it was such a blast!’

Matty looks genuinely happy to hear that and he tells them as much. They shyly ask for photos and he agrees to it happily. You even volunteer to take the photos but they ask you to be in the photos which is a bit surprising. 

‘We were just here to get milkshakes,’ Allie laughs, ‘I didn’t think I’d run into you.’ She holds up their to-go containers and you notice that they are Strawberry and Vanilla—just like yours. 

It’s such a trivial detail but it endears these two girls to you. 

‘It’s been a good night,’ Mia says. She even sincerely thanks both of you. Then the two of them say their goodbyes and leave, hand-in-hand just like they’d come in. 

‘Ah, young love,’ you sigh, ‘bet they don’t try to steal each other’s chips.’ 

He gives you a cheesy little grin and then swipes the last fry anyway.

[batemansluvrr]

Unfair

A/N: This is my first one-shot, hope y’all like it.

WARNIGS: NSFW content, if you don’t feel comfortable, please don’t interact.

Word count: 648

You were hanging around Patrick’s house while he was fixing his fancy tie. You were wondering why he gave you permission to admire other rooms because the only one you could appreciate was his bedroom.

You loved his taste, everything was so expensive and minimalist. You were about to enter the bathroom when suddenly you heard a female voice coming from the living room. “Hey Patrick! It’s Courtney, I’ve missed you so much! Just wanted to thank you for taking me to Dorsia last night, I loved everything, especially how we decided to spent that amazing time in your bed. Hope to see you again, and soon. Call me back!”

You stood still, without saying anything, until you heard Patrick footsteps come closer and closer. “You keep seeing her, don’t you?” tears began to fall down your cheeks.

“Princess, We already talked about that, now be a good girl and wait till I get home.” He says as he wipes your tears.

“Talked about what? What are we, Patrick?! Tell me! Because I don’t wanna be a fuck toy for the rest of my life!” You complain as his eyes start to get darker. Patrick lifts your chin forcing you to look at him. “Watch your tone, little one.”

“Stop calling me that! That’s it, you know what Patrick? I’m sick of your stupid games! I’m leaving!” suddenly you felt and hard slap on your ass.

“On your knees.” Patrick’s angry tone made you almost fall, in fact, you obeyed immediately. “Not so confident now huh? Look at what you’ve done! Remember: this was all your fault.”

You unbuttoned his pants and then you pulled them down with the boxers. At the sight of his fully erected cock, you took him in your mouth. “Take every fucking inch, you nasty whore!” right after that he started face-fucking you.

“Mh-hm!” You moaned as you felt him on the back of your throat. “God, you’re such a pathetic slut. You should see yourself.” He grunts as he starts to trust more and more deeper. You needed some air, but Patrick didn’t let you, he did the opposite instead. You were about to cry when he pinched your nose. “That’s right bitch! Fucking choke on it!”

You kept moaning on his dick, you couldn’t take it any longer and damn, that was exciting him more. He loved seeing yourself being a submissive fuckdoll, but after all, you knew it, because you wanted that too. “A-ah, gonna cum in your mouth so soon!” His trusts became more violent as he continued enjoying every fucking moment.

His lips released an animalistic sound as his warm liquid was residing in your mouth. “Swallow it, you better don’t miss not even a drop.”

You do as you were told and look up at him. You give him a long kitten lick on his tip and stood up.

He finally kisses you, tasting himself on your lips. “Turn around.” he orders.

“W-what?” you ask with a trembling voice.

“You heard me, slut. Turn around.” this time you obeyed and a mischievous smirk appeared on his face. He pulled up the hem of your robe and started caressing your ass til you felt the painful spanking he gave you. “This is for being a huge brat!” you almost fell at the feeling of his big hand hitting your delicate skin.

Another one.

“This is for disobeying me!” you screamed, trying to hold back the tears.

The last one.

“This is for making me late for work!”

“E-enough..” you begged him “What?” he asked in a low voice “Please Daddy, I’m sorry, i won’t do that again, i promise!” you cried out as you felt his breath on your neck.

“Oh, of course you won’t.” he chuckled in response and fixed his pants.

“I expect you to be ready for this evening, we’re going to Barcadia. Wear something fabulous.”

[ladywolfdyke]

Thinking about taking a femme out on a date to a fancy restaurant. I’ll wear a nice three piece suit, you’ll wear an expensive gown. We’ll go to the fanciest restaurant in town and have expensive wine and fine dining. Everyone around us might sneak a glance at the beautiful femme and handsome butch eating together, but we keep our composure. Everything we do oozes class. You hang off my arm with such grace. Little does everyone know that when we get home we’ll turn into animals in heat the second the door closes.

You walk into our apartment first, putting away your bag and the jacket I gave you. Then you hear the click of the door shutting, and the sound of me locking it. You turn around and see me. We just got home from an extravagant dinner but I look at you with such a deep hunger in my eyes. I don’t just want you, I need you. We meet in the middle of the living room and begin desperately clawing at each other.

We make out, only stopping for desperate gasps before going right back in. We’re stumbling around the apartment, trying to find our bearings, but we’re losing all sense of composure. We finally slip into the bedroom and start stripping off our clothes as fast as possible. That beautiful dress was so expensive, but I don’t care. I tear into it just to get more of you. My suit was custom tailored for me. Who cares? You rip it to shreds with those nails you just got done. You just need to feel my muscles tear into you. The poise and elegance is gone. We’re nothing but desperate animals who need to fuck. You clumsily pull down my boxers and start stroking my cock. I put my fingers in that beautiful mouth and get them wet before reaching my hand into your panties and fingering you. Your elegant lingerie just makes me wanna fuck you harder and breed you faster. I need to make this gorgeous body mine. And I need you to make me yours. Mark up my entire body with your lipstick. Bite and claw at me, leave no body part unmarked. There’s no role, no top or bottom, just two desperate dykes fucking. Love and passion and lust overflows as I pick you up and you wrap those gorgeous legs around me. I grope your ass and bite down on your neck before pinning you down on the bed and mounting you. I need this. You need this. I’m pounding into you with no mercy and you love it. There’s no care, no tenderness, neither of us can even comprehend that anymore. Everything we say between moans, grunts, and expletives is nonsense. We’re barely thinking. The high society couple is now locked in a mating press and neither of us will want to stop until the sun starts to rise. It’s gonna be a long night dear, and I’m not stopping until I breed you.

Next morning you’ll wake up covered in marks and full of my cum. I’ll look like I just got out of a fight. We’ll hold each other and regain some composure, before I lean down and whisper “ready for round 2?”

[roseworth]

"What happened?" "Do you want the long version or the short version?" "Uh, short?" "I made a mistake." "Okay, long version." "I made a very very big mistake." with Jason & Steph and/or anyone else you feel like! <3

send me a prompt <3 <3

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Jason wasn’t sure why he even bothered having a lock on his door at all. Everyone that knew where he lived would pick his lock or climb in through the window (or in Artemis’s case, kick the door off its hinges) whenever he wasn’t home, so apparently there wasn’t much of a point to having a security system at all.

He came back from the store with grocery bags hanging from his arms to see that his door was unsurprisingly unlocked. He sighed quietly and pushed open the door, then locked it behind him. He was not in the mood to be dragged into whatever problems his pseudo-siblings were having today.

“Jason!” Stephanie greeted as he walked in. She was crouched on his kitchen counter, holding one of Dick’s escrima sticks in front of her defensively. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I live here,” he said drily as he set his bags down. “What brings you here?”

“Your apartment has more weapons than anywhere else I know,” she answered simply. 

Jason blinked. “What about the Batcave?”

“He can get to me in the Batcave.”

“Who?”

A loud knocking on the door broke them out of their conversation. “Todd!”

“Don’t answer it!” Steph yelped.

“Steph…”

“He’s gonna kill me!”

“What the hell did you do?”

“Do you want the short version or the long version?”

The knocking at the door quickly turned into angry pounding.

“Uh… short,” Jason said.

“I made a mistake.”

“Okay, fine, long version.”

“Todd! I know you’re in there!”

“I made a very very big mistake.”

The lock started clicking, and Jason rolled his eyes. “How many people are going to pick that lock today?”

“Oh my god,” Steph whispered. “Hide me.”

“There’s a spot in the bedroom where you can–”

He turned around and Steph was already gone. 

Damian burst into the room seconds later, holding a knife in one hand and another one of Dick’s escrima sticks in the other. “I know she’s here.”

Jason sighed and rubbed his temple. “Who’s here?”

“Stephanie.”

“Nope, no Steph here,” he said. “Maybe you should check with Cass.”

Damian narrowed his eyes, then started searching the room. “No, she would have come here,” he said. “She’s predictable.”

“Apparently not as predictable as you think, kid,” Jason shrugged. “She’s not here.”

Damian turned his glare away from his search and toward Jason’s face. “You shouldn’t be protecting her, Todd.”

“I’m not.”

Damian held his knife up to his chin. It was supposed to be menacing, but the fact that the kid almost had to stand on his toes just to reach his face made it a lot more cute than scary.

“I know your secret.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have any secrets.”

“I know about your relationship with the Lantern.”

Fuck.

“So?” Jason replied, crossing his arms.

Damian smirked. “I’ll tell Father.”

“You can tell Bruce whatever you want, I don’t give a shit.”

“I’ll tell Mother.”

Jason frowned and glared at him. Damian glared back.

“Damnit,” Jason muttered. “She’s in the bedroom.”

“Traitor!” Steph yelled, throwing the bedroom door open.

“You!” Damian hissed, going in to lunge at her. 

Jason looped an arm around Damian’s waist and picked him up before he could go in for the kill. Stephanie, who had apparently found one of Jason’s swords, was holding it in front of herself menacingly. 

“You’ll rue this day, Brown!” Damian shouted, wriggling in Jason’s grasp.

“Don’t you guys normally annoy Dick with your issues?” Jason groaned, then slung Damian over his shoulder. 

“She almost got me killed!”

“That’s an oversimplification and you know it!”

“How about going to Babs?” Jason continued. “I’m sure she would love to hear about this problem instead of me.”

“Todd, unhand me now, or I swear I’ll make you ever regret leaving that hole you crawled out of!” Damian yelled.

“Jason, if you let him kill me I’ll haunt you both for the rest of eternity.”

“Alright, alright,” Jason held an arm up. “No one’s killing each other today, okay? Now how about someone tells me what’s going on.”

“Stephanie made me jump off a roof,” Damian spat.

Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna need a little more than that.”

“We were on patrol together,” Steph explained, still holding the sword defensively. “And I thought it might be funny to prank him.”

“So you made him jump off a roof?” Jason asked, a little incredulous. 

“No, the prank wasn’t supposed to involve him jumping off the roof.”

“She acted like she fell off the roof,” Damian frowned. “I thought she fell because of her own incompetence, so I jumped down to save her.”

“But I had already grappled back up,” she added. “So Damian couldn’t find my body on the street and he freaked.”

“I did not 'freak,'” he defended. “I was irritated because you’ve managed to get killed in the line of duty before, and it would be unbecoming to do it again.”

“Hey! You’ve died too!”

“Okay, okay, we’ve all died,” Jason said placatingly. “Let’s all just chill out, right?”

“I cannot chill out, Todd,” Damian yelled. “She made me think she was dead, that is unforgiveable.”

“So you’re going to kill her over it?”

“No,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m going to make her regret ever living.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Jason said under his breath. “Why am I on big brother duty for this one? Steph, you’re only a year younger than me, and Damian’s basically a 40-year-old dressed as a 12-year-old.”

“Thank you.”

“Damian went to Dick first,” Steph said. “And he gave him an escrima stick to take revenge. I went to Dick to tell him off for it, so he gave me the other escrima stick to defend myself.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose. “Listen, you guys are perfectly capable of figuring this out on your own.”

“He’s not really in the mood to talk it out,” Steph argued.

“She’s right, Todd, put me down and we will figure it out through combat.”

“If you guys are gonna fight to the death, do it in Dick’s apartment and not mine.”

“I don’t want to fight to the death!” Steph shouted.

“Then how about you try apologizing while I’m keeping the kid from killing you.”

Steph sighed and moved to look at Damian from where he was still dangling over Jason’s shoulder. “Dames, I’m sorry I worried you when I fell. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I wasn’t upset,” Damian mumbled.

“Damian–”

“Fine,” he frowned. “I was worried you were hurt. And I would rather you did not fall a roof.”

“Aw, Damian!” Steph beamed.

"I forgive you for this time," he said. "But if you make me believe you've died again, I will not be so easily persuaded."

"Deal," she nodded with a grin. She threw the sword on the ground and held her arms out. “Wanna hug it out?”

"No." 

She held her arm out instead. “Handshake it out?”

“Fine,” he agreed. “Set me down, Todd, we’re working things out.”

Jason snorted and put Damian back on the floor. He reached out his arm for a handshake, but Steph grabbed it and yanked him into a hug instead. He yelped, then grumbled quietly and wrapped his arms around her.

“Wanna team up on patrol again tomorrow?” Steph asked.

“...Yes.”

They broke apart, and Jason picked up the forgotten escrima sticks. Steph raised an eyebrow. “What are you gonna do with those?”

He pressed a button, and the electricity on them crackled to life. “I’m gonna go have a conversation with Dick about making me deal with his problems,” he said. “Don’t break any of my stuff while I’m gone.” He saluted with one hand and slipped out the window.��

“Wanna go watch them fight?” Steph asked with a slight mischievous grin. 

“Of course I do,” Damian answered, his expression mirroring hers. 

“I’ll bet $5 that Jason makes Dick cry,” she said, slinking out the window to follow Jason.

“Please, I’ll bet $10 that Richard makes Todd cry.”

“You’re on.”

[bunnyboowrites]

𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷

  ♡ (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

Cat burglar Nami x BlackFem!reader

Prev / Next

(Y/N) would come to find out that the address that was sent was a nightclub, super exclusive. Bon Clay was rifling through their closet trying to find something for her to wear. 

       “Honey, only the most famous of famous hang out in THE Den Donquixote” they said picking up a black colored mini dress but ultimately threw it in the no pile “I mean im an influencer and i know famous people but never famous enough to get off that waiting list, you have to look absolutely perfect. What if you meet a hot guy and hes super rich” They gasped “What if im right and Nami wants to rub her body parts all over your body parts” 

       “Ew Bonnie, never say it like that ever again.” she crossed her arms and sat back on their bed “And second she doesn't think of me that way, she wants a full-time makeup artist.” Bonnie just shook their head and picked a pink mini-dress out of their closet. 

        “I bought this and it turned out to be too small and i forgot to return it, but it would look perfect on you my little hunny bunny~” They handed her the dress and she sighed and went to go pick some shoes from her room. Upon her return Bon Clay set up the hair products and makeup products they needed. 

    (Y/N) had already been through the torturous process of waxing basically her entire body and Bonnie had not been nice about it. They did her nails; a full new set in white and her toes too. She felt like their doll and now that they were dressing her up she was glad the torture was over. 

     “Youre gonna need a thong and some boob tape” she rolled her eyes, the relief was short lived. She squeezed into the dress after the preparation and she felt sexy, she smiled at Bonnie and giggled when they hugged her from behind. Her shoes making her almost their height. 

     “We have to take a picture before i go alright?” she hugged their arms closer to her “and next time ill bring you with me and we can have fun dancing all night and drinking fancy liquor” they started to sway Bonnie nodded and pulled their phone out of their pocket. Snapping a mirror selfie of them hugging around her waist, they sent the photo to her and clasped their hands together. 

       “My job here is done, go have fun my little one” they said with a bright smile, she blew a kiss and grabbed her clutch with extra cash and a extra battery pack to charge her phone just in case and anything else she mightve needed before walking out of the apartment. She was surprised to see a black suv, the window rolled down revealing a familiar red head. She was wearing a white asymmetrical top and matching pants.

       “Are you ready?” she motioned for the driver to open her door while she scoot over to make room for the other woman. (Y/N) climbed into the back seat and took in her surroundings and saw that there was someone in the front seat with the driver and a person on the other side of Nami. 

      “Nami, my love who is this beauty you invited?” the blonde spoke from the front seat, she could feel a bit of disgust fill her from the smell of his cigarette. “My name is Sanji sweetness whats yours?” Nami rolled her eyes and flipped him off. 

     “She works for me and she doesnt want to talk to such a slutty man.” she spat as she put her hand into (Y/N)s lap. She felt her legs tense and close around her hand and she looked to her “You okay (Y/N/N)?” she whispered with a teasing tone 

        “Im fine Nami, thank you for inviting me. Remind me to get pictures with you before we mess it all up” she looked over at the redhead and chuckled “im only gonna post the ones with Bonnie though, so i’m not posting and you don’t want to be posted” she turned the phone toward Nami, the picture that she took with them all hugged up together. Nami could feel the jealousy, but she had to reminder herself that (Y/N) didn’t like her in that way; she was here to work. Though she couldnt help but be surprised when a hand moved on top of hers she gave a glance and smiled.

    When they were finally there (Y/N) couldn’t help but be intimidated, especially about what Bonnie had said about Den Donquixote. It was supposedly also a secret exclusive sex club beneath the establishment. She thanked the driver as he helped her get out of the car and safely onto the black velvet carpet. Nami grabbed her hand and then there was yelling and flashes. A Man with green hair was walking infront of the, shielding them from the onslaught of paparazzi, once they were being led through the thick double doors she could hear Nami dismiss Zolo? Zoro? (Y/N) watched as he walked to the car and it pulled off. 

        They were guided to an area that had a booth, it was facing a stage but she assumed thats where the DJ would be. The music that was playing was loud and she could feel the bass in her chest. She already saw Sanji on the dancefloor with another woman with brown hair. Nami just shook her head, the lights turned a pinkish purple and (Y/N) recognized the opening notes to the song “Oh my gosh Nami i love this song, we have to go dance come on” she grabbed the redheads hand and brought her down to the dance floor.  

     Driver roll up the partition please…

(Y/N) ran her hands up her body as she moved with the song, Nami watched her hips move and she felt herself looking at her beautiful ass  that was peeking out from under her dress. She put her hand on the other girls waist, she felt her breathing pick up in speed when she saw how their skin contrasted. 

     Driver roll up the partition please, i don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees.

     (Y/N) felt the song, her body relaxing as she let go of the anxiety when she felt Nami's touch. Running her hand up Nami's neck and coming to a stop in her hair. Her confidence was growing, Nami could tell by the way she was pressing her perky ass into her. Nami had never been more grateful not to be a man; seeing as she would've already soiled her pants. 

   Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up, and we ain’t even gon’ make it to this club

    “You’re being so bold (Y/N), are you like this with all your friends? Or only the pretty one?” Nami purred in her ear, she shivered and smiled slightly 

     “I just like to dance, is that a crime?” she turned her body and wrapped her arms around Nami's neck “If so you gon’ arrest me officer?” she smirked seeing Nami flustered as well.

    Now my mascara runnin’, red lipstick smudged. Oh he so horny, yeah, he want to fuck.

  Their lips were getting closer to touching as Nami thought of a comeback but the music faded out and the attention of the crowd was being directed to the stage. Nami couldn't help but feel giddy dragging (Y/N) back to their seats. Her plan was officially in action. 

   The Den Donquixote's infamous sex performances, that was Nami's big wild card to get the upper hand. She definitely wasn't in control on the dancefloor but she knew that a  sweet little thing like (Y/N) would give up at the mention of something sexual. Nami could only watch her face as the performance began. (Y/N) eyes were wide and her breathing was getting a little shallow as she watched the filthy things these people were doing to each other, she jumped as she felt a hand on her inner thigh. A very slender hand with short acrylics and she felt the blood in her body warm up. The hand was creeping closer to the apex of her thighs and she felt her brain short circuit. 

       “Im gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?” She said jumping up, She was quick to pull her dress down as the other girl sat there looking a bit disappointed. Nami shook her head no and (Y/N) quickly scurried off to get her mentioned drink. 

   Once she reached the bar she ordered a drink and opened her clutch before she saw a bill drop on the counter and she looked up and saw a man with black hair and freckles. He gave her a charming smile and looked for the right thing to say “You didn't have to do that i have money to buy myself a drink” she didn’t want to sound ungrateful but she didn’t want this man thinking that just because her was handsome and he paid for her drink that he was gonna get something from. 

       “Its just good manners to pay for a ladies drink, especially one as pretty as you” he said leaning in a little closer “My names Ace, Whats yours sweetheart?”  

   (Y/N) contemplated and answered with her name. He smiled and made a cheesy joke about it being fate they met here. 

  If only they could feel the glare they were getting; if only looks could kill...

[anabdaniels]

Flufftober 2023 with Agent Whiskey- Day 25- Dancing together

Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female Reader

Word counting: 750

Rating: General audiences

A/N: Another piece of self indulgence, ladies and gentlemen.

The most you procrastinated, you couldn’t avoid organizing your laptop files forever, so you got comfortable sat on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate, and started the digging work. Not surprisingly, after an hour, you were distracted by the file folder with a lot of old pictures. You passed most of them with no problem, remembering about the situation or laughing at the dubious result of the pictures until you found that precise group of images from the period when you were in the 9th grade. At first, you repeated yourself that you had moved on that subject, and the next minute you were moving your laptop to the side to avoid your tears from falling on it.

You didn’t even realize when Jack entered the living room and took a sit by your side, only noticing his presence when he gently placed one hand on your shoulder.

“What’s the matter, sugar?” he asked softly and you could only lean towards him, resting your head against his shoulder.

“Nothing serious.” You answered with your voice slightly hoarse as he passed his arms around you.

“C’mon, we both know you don’t get on this state for nothing. Tell me.” Jack kissed your forehead and started to caress your hair.

“It’s something really silly.” You glanced at Jack and he still seemed curious on the subject. “Do you remember that tradition of doing a big birthday party when a girl turns 15 that we have in Latin America?” Jack nodded promptly, still looking curious about where that was leading “Well, I just found the pictures of all my friends’ parties and got a bit taken aback by the fact that I never had a 15 birthday party because right after I mentioned the possibility of doing it, my parents already started to say how it should be done and not even giving me the chance of suggest a thing and already saying that I’d have to invite a ton of relatives that I didn’t even liked or talked to just because at some moment they had invited my parents to their kids birthdays. I ended up giving up on the party because having to choose between not doing anything or doing a party that I’d completely hate and have only bad memories about, I chose not to do anything.” You sighed quietly “I know it’s a silly thing to be sad about, but I suppose my inner teenager still hurt for having seen all her friends having cool parties, with a fancy dress and that corny waltz with family and friends.” You couldn’t help a chuckle despite the few tears that were still falling down your cheeks. Safe to say that Jack felt completely heartbroken with all the new information; he knew you hadn’t done the party, but the complicated reasons behind it were something new.

“I’m so sorry for that, sweetheart.” He said in a warm tone, pressing a kiss on the top of your head and drying your tears “I’m afraid I can’t do much about your upset feelings. But there’s one thing on your list I think we can solve.”

“You mean?” you asked confused.

“Wait a second.” Jack answered with a smirk and kissed the tip of your nose before getting up, grabbing his phone, and connecting it to the living room sound system, reproducing your favorite song a few moments later.

“Jack…” you smiled when he leaned towards you with one hand on his back and reaching out the other for you.

“Ya ain’t gonna leave me hanging here, right, honey?” he said in a playful tone, smirking at you.

You could only smile and hold his hand, getting on your feet and smiling more when Jack pulled you close to him, passing one arm around your waist and resting his forehead on yours while calmly staring to move around with you on the rhythm of the song. You didn’t even realize the silly smile on your face, making you look like a teenager in love, especially when you leaned forward to kiss him.

Jack couldn’t be happier to see you happy, letting his hand caress your back and kissing your cheek when you rested your head on his shoulder. If you could read his thoughts, you would be surprised by the dozens of ideas for your birthday that were running through his mind, after all, he wouldn’t waste the chance of seeing you that happy once more.

Flufftober Masterlist

[mountttmase]

HELLO SO TODAY WAS Don’t Fight It but since its a 2 part fics I'll read You’re Playing Dirty before

And send you one feedback

Date night at Masons was always the best night of the week. Sure the fancy dinners were nice and you loved it when he surprised you by taking you somewhere fun like bowling or just a random drive but nights at his where you could hang out just the two of you and be yourselves made you happier than anything else. I JUST NEED THATTT

‘You know we can’t go to bed yet, Mase. Your parents are coming round early tomorrow and I’m not letting them see this mess’ you told him, gesturing to the state of his living room but he looked at you with furrowed brows. ‘Come on, let’s tidy it up now and then we can go to bed’ ME AND MY ORDER OCD

‘And we also could of been asleep by now if you would leave this for tomorrow’ he argued causing you to roll your eyes with a smile. ‘I tell you what, how about a little competition?’ He winked and you noticed how his whole face changed from grumpy to cheeky in an instant. HERE HE IS😂

‘We kiss, but we have to keep our hands behind our back. First one to touch the other looses’ MOUNT YOU'VE ALREADY LOST

THAT GAME WAS BREATHTAKING 🫠🫠🫠

Mason was moaning and groaning under you, bucking his hips up as his hands moved dangerously close to you. You knew he was ready to snap and it only took you moaning his name into his mouth for him to forget himself and for his hands to land on your bum. HE CAN'T LASTTTT, IT'S STRONGER THAN HIM

‘I tell you what’ he laughed, standing up and grabbing you by the waist. ‘How I clear up, and you go upstairs and get yourself ready for me?’ He winked, reaching his hand down so he could pinch your bum. YESS

‘Don’t worry about me. Just go away, and I expect you bent over and ready or you will be punished’ OPSSS🤭🤭

You thought Mason was going to be longer than he was, clearly the excitement of you waiting upstairs for him too much to handle and you’d just finished stripping down to your underwear when he made his way into your room, closing his door and leaning back up against it with his arms crossed as his eyes flickered all over you. HE TIED UP IN FLESH' MOOD

‘I thought I asked for you to be bent over and waiting?’ He asked, his voice low and almost seeming disinterested but you knew that that meant. OPSSS🫣🫣🫣

‘Since you’re so good at not using your hands, you won’t mind me putting these on you?’ He asked, bringing around the hand that was behind his back slightly so you could now see the pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingers. Your legs turned to jelly instantly at the sight of them, you’d got them as a laugh a while ago but hadn’t really used them before but you knew Mason had been itching to try them and now seemed like a pretty good time. I'M NOT FEELING GOOD

‘And you remember the safe word?’ He asked, hands moving to your back so he could gently trace your skin. ‘Pineapple’ ‘And if you can’t talk, you remember what to do?’ ‘Tap your leg three times’ THE FACT THAT HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE SHD KNOWS WHAT TO DO IS JUST SOOO COMFORTING TO ME

‘On your knees for me’ he whispered and you did as you were told, gently getting down as he started to undress himself fully, gathering you hair up to keep out of your face before resting it gently on the back of your head. ‘No touching remember’ he whispered, grabbing a hold of himself and pumping a few times to make sure he was hard enough for you but he didn’t really need to as he was still turned on from your teasing downstairs. ‘Open up, sweetheart. It’s not gonna suck itself’ he laughed , cocking his eyebrow and you gulped down a nervous lump. WELL LOZ...WHAT CAN I SAY🤭🤭🤭

HIM ASKING HER IF SHE'S GOOD🥹🥹🥹

‘Nuh uh’ he whispered, kissing you softly before trailing his lips across your cheek. ‘You’re gonna lay here for me, and you’re gonna be still and take what I give you like the good girl I know you are’ he murmured and you felt yourself shiver at his words. ‘And if you do move, then I’ll just have to tie your legs down and you can wait until I’m ready for you. Got it?’ WELL...I THINK SHE'S NOT GOING TO MOVE A MUSCLE

‘You still good?’ He whispered again so you sent him a reassuring smile to let him know you were fine to carry on before he started kissing his way down your body, stopping when his face was level with your core. GOOODDDD THAT'S SOOOO COMFORTING I CAN'T

‘Now, you were a massive tease downstairs on my lap, so I think it’s only fair you finish what you started, right?’ NAUGHTY BOYYYY

‘Are you arguing with me?’ He laughed, smiling at you but there didn’t seem to be an ounce of humour in it. ‘Do I look like I’m in the mood for arguing?’ he asked you softly, lifting your hips and placing his tip at your entrance and you had a funny feeling he didn’t want an answer to his question. ‘Now move those pretty hips for me like I know your can and make us both cum’ OH....I GASPED HERE

‘Come on baby, dont sleep yet I need to sort you out’ he chucked, his voice a million miles away from what it had been just moments ago as he helped you to the bathroom. THE CARE🥹🥹

‘Sorry baby, I got a bit carried away. Does it hurt?’ He asked, kissing over them gently as you tucked yourself in besides him but you shook your head to let him know it was fine. ‘I’m really sorry’ OHHHHH BABYYYY🫠🫠🫠

THAT WAS WOW

ESPECIALLY AFTER YESTERDAY AND TODAY'S CONTENT 🫣🫣🫣

THE QUEEN OF SMUT DID IT AGAIN 🌺🫣🤭

Omg yes these go together 😭 he thought he could win against his girl but she’s got the upper hand and he was so annoyed with himself he had to punish her 😂 but yes this is fitting after yesterday 😌

[aqueeracademic]

morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 17:

season 5, episode 1, “Muse”:

note: this episode deals with some really dark topics; i don’t really get into it in this post but be wary of the content

- okay season 5‼️‼️

- let’s get gay

- this guy seems a little young to be a professor

- oh he isn’t a professor he’s just some guy

- i want to live in a windmill tbh

- strange playing the trombone agenda!

- pause did morse not move to london?

- me when i have no clue what’s going on

- DETECTIVE SERGEANT?????? ULTIMATE PAUSE

- HE PASSED HIS SERGEANTS

- shit i guess he stayed

- living with strange! besties 4 lyfe

- these umbrellas are doing nothing to keep them dry

- the way debryn is giving his analysis directly to morse 🥰🥰🥰

- bro knows morse is the only one who’s gonna pay attention tbh

- about WHAT morse situation 🤨🤨🤨🤨

- i love frazil she’s always rooting for morse

- hello who tf is that

- george fancy

- WAIT

- i cant experience the george fancy story again.

- can’t handle it.

- “i’m used to working alone, sir.”

- no ur not morse u just miss jakes

- WHAT. SITUATION.

- oh

- okay

- so they’re just not gonna move him 🙄

- made me panic for no good damn reason

- morse is so disrespectful to fancy and for what

- “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” “my job.” 😐

- i forgot i also hated fancy for a long time

- morse was right ‼️

- “hard to get, eh?” why don’t you! shut your mouth!

- “you have no idea.” “i like a challenge.”

- WHY DONT YOU! shut up ❤️

- in fairness morse was really upfront with george about his expectations so after a certain point it’s george’s fault for being a dumbass and annoying him

- that’s just me tho!

- okay ew i did not need to see debryn pull that spike out of the dudes ear

- i am experiencing debilitating heart burn right now i think im gonna die

- anywho

- thursday just roasting the shit out of nero while morse stands there like 😮

- JOAN ‼️‼️‼️

- omg she’s back

- morse is so awkward 🙄

- morse is just… drinking milk. just a glass of milk. like 🥛. im disgusted

- ayo

- body took me by surprise to say the least

- morse is getting awfully comfortable looking at dead people

- i feel like fancy is already a lot like jakes and that’s what’s irritating morse

- he keeps asking questions the same way jakes did

- it’s different though because fancy is asking because hes ignorant, not because he’s challenging morse

- and morse is irritated because jakes was an intellectual challenge

- he had to be certain before presenting anything to jakes because jakes would ask questions to force him to prove it or think it through all the way

- fancy isn’t challenging him intellectually even though he’s taking jakes’ spot

- and morse doesn’t want a replacement he just wants jakes

- ykwim??????????????

- great!

- moving on

- “dipped his quill in any ink pot.”

- bro was a whore

- i’m also assuming he was a lil…. fruity

- but don’t ask me for proof! i operate on vibes and vibes alone

- the way i thought that glider was small 💀💀

- it was literally carrying around an entire human being

- “i don’t think she likes men.” “maybe it’s just you she doesn’t like.”

- morse is SO catty i love him

- he clocked that guy as a scumbag and just ran w it

- IM DYING at morse saying what shade the lipstick is and debryn instantly knowing the line it’s from

- that’s a little 💅

- i’m just saying

- for this time period?

- also the silence after he says it 💀

- and morse just carries on 💀

- i love debryn

- george is doing his best tho

- morse just misses jakes and doesn’t want someone else hanging around and i’m SICK OVER IT

- morse watched that entire strip show and for what 😐

- you could have just gone straight to the dressing room babes

- the way he doesn’t check her out ONCE when she stands up

- respect 😔✊

- i’m watching this on amazon and the amount of times the captioning has said [inaudible] is killing me

- AYO eve is gorgeous

- i know that’s the point but like goddam 😭

- “he’d seen me dancing.” “stripping.”

- morse ur being annoying

- they’re dancers whether or not they take clothes off and ur stripping them of their dignity by belittling their careers

- there’s 0 reason to slut shame them for dancing even if it is stripping

- don’t be a dick ‼️

- naur why was morse the one to uncover the body 🥺

- i literally hate him and then immediately feel terrible for him and love him again 🙄

- i’m weak what can i say

- the way morse looks at trewlove during the interrogation and she’s just like 😳

- girl didn’t want to know a singular thing about morse’s sex life

- straight up trapped

- i’m honestly confused how fancy forgot to get the contents booked

- like you went to do it right away

- did you just?? stop? doing it???

- and then morse just covers for him to thursday to keep him in everyone’s good graces

- he’s sooooooo

- ugh.

- if there’s an opportunity to be self sacrificing he’s gonna take it and i hate it

- because being self sacrificing IS the example he sets fancy

- and we all know how that ends up

- i love it when morse is alone in the nick and opera music is playing

- it makes me think that it’s playing in his mind

- like he is constantly hearing opera when he’s working even if it’s not playing

- he’s just hearing it

- i love it

- a touch of the tism perhaps…

- ^me projecting

- that student that morse keeps talking to about the life model? the one w the blonde fringe? yeah! he’s gay.

- once again, no proof. vibes and vibes alone!

- GO CASS GO!

- out ur husband as a con artist!

- werk

- ooo dr croxley is gay for sure

- i’m so low on actual queer content from this show rn i’m just assuming every single side character is gay

- “i beg your pardon?” “you can beg my fat ass!”

- ROAST HIM FRED!!

- get his ass

- thursday has absolutely zero reservations about this shit i love him

- this is reminding me of the riot club tbh

- idk if any of you have seen that movie but the group of men behave just like the riot club

- morse giving a theory out and then bright going “and the rest?” and him being like 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ is SO REAL

- some of these episodes have so many characters, and i am so bad with names, i’ll get to the like one hour mark and have no idea who anyone is talking about anymore

- joan and thursday speaking for the first time in like a year is… hmmm

- she used to be such a daddy’s girl and now she hates his guts i am WRECKED

- dhmu 😔💔

- “that was quick.” “you asked for it.” “you’re a good sergeant, jim. good man, too.”

- you tell him thursday!

- me when i’m a jim strange STAN

- i’m nervous why is the music so scary

- oh literally nothing happened

- she just invited him inside

- he’s gonna sleep w her huh? 🙄

- he’s a slut

- i read the books! i know!

- “save it for your clients. i’m immune.”

- first of all, morse, we ALL KNOW that that isn’t true 🤨 no need to lie 😐

- “you’ve got need coming off you like a junkie gouging for a spike, but you won’t do anything about it.”

- this line is ABSOLUTELY INSANE i’m going feral

- like why would you say that 😭😭😭😭

- oh my god his face while she’s offering herself to him is so 😧

- i can’t do this tonight ✋😁

- the way he backs away from her when he starts to figure her out

- he’s so scared

- all the time!

- i hate it here

- sidebar:

- this is literally the plot of the riot club

- like what happened to the women and how the men behave and the fact that the men were scholars and it’s an elite group and they all call each other by different names

- it’s literally the riot club

- a movie i HATED and did not finish btw

- this is open riot club slander that movie was terrible

- feel free to watch it if you don’t believe me tho!

- but anyways this feels like the aftermath of that movie

- these girls are right and should be allowed to get away with it tho

- morse should have just pretended to never figure it out and let her get away with it

- i erased this episode from my memory this shit is so hard to watch

- justice for ruth astor.

- i’m sobbing my eyes out right now! literally sobbing.

- morse slut shames these girls the entire episode and then feels terrible at the end as he fucking should

- i hate men.

- just throwing in the death of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. at the end????

- like hello?

- idk if that’s supposed to feel random but it certainly does

- ok that episode traumatized me

- on to the next!