#im still doing requests from november...

[defstanis]

hi :3 may i humbly request for some of the witches coven(feferi, damara, jade)

them witches

tried to go for something slightly creepy

[tinycoffeeroom]

treat you better | carlos sainz

face claim: none ♡

request: here !

requested: Could I request a Carlos smau where another driver breaks your heart and he’s there to pick up the pieces and make you whole again? Please and thank you ❤️

cw: cheating, bad guy charles, mentions of unwell family members, cursing

a/n: charles and alex i love u guys i promise this is just for the au <3

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November

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f1gossip Trouble in paradise for Charles and Y/N? Charles Leclerc was spotted on a long walk on one of Monaco's more secluded islands with a mysterious brunette and his and Y/N's dog, Leo, this weekend. Sources say the pair were often looking to see if there were cameras around, the two of them giggling as they held hands and played with the puppy. Y/N L/N, Charles girlfriend of 2 years, is currently said to be on a trip home to see family, we wonder if the two have broken up or if Charles is back to his old ways?

fan f1gossip tagging charles is so shady i love it

fan when i catch you charles

fan no bc remember when a fan said they met y/n in her hometown and she was visiting her gran bc she's not doing too good? charles u fuckin suck bro ↳ fan wtf really???? oh i hope his tyres stick to the road next race ↳ fan kmag you know what you need to do ↳ fan we put our hopes and prayers in the paddock terror 🙏🙏

fan ok but the girls gorgeous ↳ fan THAT'S YOUR TAKEAWAY FROM THIS? ↳ fan im just saying damn

fan this is not what i meant when i said i wanted silly season to get more interesting

fan *looks around* wow i'm so surprised... not like charles has a bad rep with women or anything

fan i hope y/ns ok... my heart is hurting for her ↳ fan the paddock adore her, charles has got a big storm coming next week

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y/npriv my gran is doing so much better (nothing can keep the old girl down), my hometown is still as gorgeous as always and my sister got me a cake :)

kellypiquet my girl :((( i'm so happy your grans ok 🤍 ↳ y/npriv thank u kelly bear 🤍 ↳ kellypiquet did i have to physically hold max back from going after he who shall not be named?? yes... did i consider letting go?? very much so ↳ y/npriv 😭😭 hes not voldemort babe 😭 you should have just let him go ↳ kellypiquet now is that really how you feel? ↳ y/npriv ... no but i wish i did ↳ maxverstappen1 she has to go to sleep at some point, then i shall be free ↳ y/npriv thats so ominous you strange creature (i appreciate you)

carmenmmundt me and george have been keeping your gran in our prayers angel 🩷 ↳ y/npriv i love you carm 🩷 ↳ georgerussell63 and me? ↳ y/npriv i tolerate you :)

flavy.barla esteban nearly joined max ↳ y/npriv love him dearly but este's about as intimidating as a teddy bear ↳ estebanocon ?? hey??? ↳ y/npriv sorry king xo there's a reason your nicknames estie bestie ↳ estebanocon let it DIEEEEE ↳ y/npriv never 🫶

schecoperez I am glad your gran is ok, y/n. Let me or Carola know if you need anything x ↳ y/npriv thank you checo :( give the little ones and carola a big hug from me x ♥️ schecoperez

lilyzneimer he shall d word at my hands ↳ y/npriv i fuckin love you lily

lewishamilton he will never know peace next year. ↳ lewishamilton i am however happy to hear your gran is well x ↳ y/npriv lewis 😭 thank you x

francisca.c.gomes pierre has been shouting at Him on the phone for like an hour... ↳ y/npriv 😭 ... what are they saying ↳ francisca.c.gomes a lot of french and things i don't want delicate eyes (yuki) to read... ↳ y/npriv pierre i appreciate you ↳ pierregasly i'm gonna kill him ↳ y/npriv ok maybe tone it down frenchie

lilymhe alex is setting his zoo on him ↳ y/npriv that's how you know it's serious wow ↳ alex_albon tinky's gonna boot him in the head

sebastianvettel i am very glad to hear your gran is ok, y/n, sending her and you all my love x ↳ y/npriv thank you seb :( miss you x ↳ sebastianvettel come and see us soon! the kids miss you x ↳ y/npriv you got it! x

danielricciardo he's a cunt ↳ danielricciardo and i don't mean that in a nice aussie way ↳ y/npriv DANIEL ↳ oscarpiastri no he's right, in the nasty aussie way, he's a cunt ↳ y/npriv oscar i did not raise you to talk like this ↳ oscarpiastri we are literally like 4 years apart in age... ↳ y/npriv kicking a girl when she's down WOW oscar ↳ oscarpiastri ... i am sorry mother dearest ↳ y/npriv that's better

carlossainz55 hermosa, he may be il predestinato but to me he is carne morta (dead meat) ↳ y/npriv carlos 😭 ↳ carlossainz55 also i'm glad to know your gran is well, send her my love ↳ y/npriv she already fancies you enough as it is ↳ carlossainz55 my plan is working :) ↳ y/npriv what plan? are you seducing my family members??? hiding my mum as we speak ↳ carlossainz55 something like that ;)

yukitsunoda0511 happy to see your gran is ok! and i am sorry about the other thing :((((( ↳ y/npriv yuki my angel you have nothing to be sorry about

kevinmagnussen i know what i have to do ↳ y/npriv kevin NO you're like 2 points away from a race ban!! ↳ kevinmagnussen worth it :) ↳ y/npriv nicohulkenburg pls talk some sense into your teammate ↳ nicohulkenburg unfortunately y/n i too will be joining kevin in his "defense" ↳ y/npriv haas i am so sorry

landonorris i may have done a thing... ↳ y/npriv i am terrified... ↳ landonorris i'll text you :)

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📍Monaco

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y/nstagram angel baby, dumb and dumber and my girls 🩷

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carlossainz55 ... am i dumb or dumber ↳ y/nstagram do you really want to know? 🤨 ↳ carlossainz55 for my own sanity im saying i'm dumb ↳ landonorris why am i dumber????? ↳ carlossainz55 do you really want to know? 🤨

carmenmmundt don't forget about lunch today xx ↳ y/nstagram been looking forward to it since i boarded the plane 🫶

landonorris you're welcome for the lift and the room btw 🙄 ↳ y/nstagram my saviour xx ↳ landonorris and for stealing leo for you ↳ y/nstagram I NEVER ASKED YOU TO STEAL HIM???? 😭 ↳ landonorris well i did because i'm an amazing friend and am willing to sacrifice all my bloody furniture ↳ y/nstagram you leave the baby alone, he was probably stressed :(

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FEBRUARY

(estrellita - little star) (uy, quécarechimba - ugh, that dickhead)

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📍Shanghai

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y/nstagram did y'all think i would miss the first race week?? ft dumber and roomie x

fan mother has returned!!!!! ♥️ y/nstagram

fan if looks could kill, carlos would be six feet under ... charles was FUMING ↳ fan given the way his girly hid when y/n appeared i would say he has no right to be mad at all ↳ fan if the girl i cheated on rocked up to my teammates garage whilst i was with my side piece i quite frankly would walk onto the track midrace ↳ fan how do we know charles cheated? they've not said anything ↳ fan exactly. if they had been broken up surely they would have put out some sort of announcement to clear things up ????

scuderiaferrari always good to see you in red, y/n ❤️ ↳ y/nstagram FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE!!!!!! 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

carlossainz55 i hate this new nickname ↳ y/nstagram what else should i call you? ↳ carlossainz55 yours ↳ fan CARLOS I SAW THAT????????

landonorris i have been demoted from bestie to roomie... this is the thanks i get... ↳ y/nstagram thanks roomie xx btw bins go out on tuesday :)

lewishamilton now you're free of your ferrari obligations, you should come across to mercedes next time ;) ↳ mercedesamgf1 we would love to see you over here y/n! ↳ mclaren um no us next?? ↳ alpinef1team no us!!! ↳ redbullracing come to the winning team :) ↳ scuderiaferrari y/n will always be a ferrari girl, back OFF 🤺🤺🤺 ♥️ carlossainz55

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y/npriv that bitchass man... idk how he thought he was gonna spin that story but not on my watch

oscarpiastri did you really have to use my meme though? ↳ y/npriv yes it was funny and otherwise i was gonna call him a cheating lying bastard on main so 🤷🏻‍♀️ ↳ oscarpiastri understandable, please continue

danielricciardo lando was laughing so hard i think he bust a rib ↳ landonorris it still hurts to breathe but holy shit y/n i love u ↳ y/npriv love u too stink :) also don't forget to pick up leo's food from the shops ↳ landonorris you do know you can text me this stuff? ↳ y/npriv yeah but reminding everyone we're roomies is funny to me

maxverstappen1 walked past ferrari hospitality and fred was PISSED ↳ y/npriv 👀👀 carlossainz55 can you confirm? ↳ carlossainz55 oh, absolutely... i was worried he was going to have a heart attack or something

francisca.c.gomes ok but did he not even think to talk to you first before posting that? it's literally been months ↳ y/npriv apparently not 🙃 texted him about it and suddenly he was sorry ↳ francisca.c.gomes men 🙄 ↳ pierregasly ???? ↳ francisca.c.gomes i stand by what i said ↳ y/npriv yeah is there a problem gasly? ↳ pierregasly no problem at all ma'am, as you were

scuderiaferrari we had no knowledge charles was going to post that. we love you y/n ↳ danielricciardo FERRARI? why are you on y/ns priv? ↳ y/npriv me and the social media intern are besties xx

carlossainz55 estrellita, lets go for dinner, you deserve it ↳ y/npriv 👀 are you paying? ↳ carlossainz55 of course, i am a gentleman ↳ y/npriv pick me up in an hour :)

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f1gossip Carlos Sainz and Y/N L/N were spotted at dinner last night. The two enjoyed a meal before taking a stroll along the Monaco pier front where, as pictured, the pair were in high spirits. We're happy to see Y/N looking so happy following the revelation that her ex-boyfriend, and Carlos' current F1 teammate, had cheated on her. The two were then joined by Y/N's current roommate and F1 driver, Lando Norris, who then whisked them off to a local nightclub. We continue to send Y/N our support and hope to see more of her happy side.

fan i don't think i've ever seen y/n laugh like that, we love to see it

fan this coupled with the photos of charles and his girly arguing in the paddock 🤭🤭 we know who won the breakup

fan why do i kinda think carlos and y/n would be cute together ↳ fan woah, she's only been broken up with charles for a few months and under really shitty circumstances, she needs time to heal ↳ fan ofc ofc!!! i just mean when she's over ch*rles, the two would make a really good couple

fan happy y/n and happy carlos, my two favourite things ❤️

fan y/ncarlos fans we rise!!! ↳ fan he would treat her so right ↳ fan the entire time she dated That Man, carlos has always been so nice to her, i wonder if he secretly fancied her all along 👀 ↳ fan or maybe he's just a good guy ↳ fan that too 🤷🏻‍♀️

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📍 Australia

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carlossainz55 swipe across to see me and oomf Another Carlando podium! We know what you guys wanna see and we love to deliver! The car drove like a dream today, shame we couldn't get more points but it's always nice to celebrate a great race with some champagne showers!

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fan WHO TAUGHT CARLOS WHAT OOMF WAS??? ↳ fan either lando or y/n 100% 😭

fan CARLANDO PODIUM!!!!!!!!! WE DREAM OF DAYS LIKE THIS

y/nstagram FORZA FERRARI SEMPRE !!! 🐎🐎🐎🐎 congrats winner 🥳 ↳ carlossainz55 i think i was right when i said you would be my good luck charm 😉 ♥️ y/nstagram ↳ fan oh they're so sick for this ↳ fan y/ncarlos'ers we're so winning

charles_leclerc congrats ↳ fan ik for a fact he was forced to comment

landonorris carlando are back baby!! ↳ landonorris also cant believe im either oomf or roomie... ↳ y/nstagram stop leaving your smelly socks in the bathroom and maybe i'll change the nickname ↳ landonorris oh that was mean

fan "shame we couldn't get more points" carlos you shady shady man

fan who else cheered when kmag pulled through and took * out of the race

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y/npriv oh we eating good tonight

kellypiquet i'm sure we are 👀 ↳ y/npriv KELLY???

landonorris carlos is so sexy ↳ y/npriv real ↳ landonorris back off my man??? ↳ carlossainz55 i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this lando... ↳ landonorris WOOOOOOW.... i see how it is carlos

carlossainz55 gorgeous as always ↳ y/npriv you can't even see my face in that photo carlos 🤣 ↳ carlossainz55 don't need to see you to know you're gorgeous ↳ maxverstappen1 i hate to say it but that was smooth ↳ danielricciardo they don't call him the smooth operator for no reason

scuderiaferrari power (soon to be (fingers crossed)) couple ↳ carlossainz55 😉 ↳ y/npriv not from the main acc damn

francisca.c.gomes need you biblically ↳ y/npriv come here then babe xx ↳ flavy.barla lemme join ↳ y/npriv i got two hands babygirl ↳ oscarpiastri estebanocon pierregasly you gonna let her snatch both your girls? ↳ estebanocon unfortunately there was a clause when they agreed to date us and it was that y/n is wifey, we are simply the Others ↳ pierregasly ^^

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y/npriv decided to put him out of his misery :)

carlossainz55 and who is that sexy man? ↳ y/npriv idk but he keeps speaking spanish to me even though he knows i dont understand it 🙄 ↳ carlossainz55 but do you like it? 👀 ↳ y/npriv i think you know i do x

francisca.c.gomes AND YOU DIDNT UPDATE THE GROUPCHAT??????? ↳ lilymhe FR!!!! I LITERALLY SAID TELL US AFTER YOU KISS HIM ↳ y/npriv SHUT UP RN ↳ carlossainz55 no do go on ↳ lilymhe what happens in the y/n gf's gc, stays in the y/n gf's gc

carlossainz55 estás muy guapa, vuelve a la cama cariño ❤️ (you look so pretty, come back to bed sweetheart) ↳ maxverstappen1 we have the translate function on ig you horndog ↳ y/npriv don't be mad i snatched ur man ↳ maxverstappen1 ... he'll never forget the redbull days

landonorris RUE WHEN WAS THIS?????? ↳ y/npriv hiiiii lando... um so.... 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ ↳ landonorris GET BACK HERE U RAT EXPLAIN YOURSELF ↳ landonorris carlossainz55 WHAT ARE U DOING WITH MY ROOMIE ???? ↳ carlossainz55 i mean i could tell you but instagram does have guidelines ↳ landonorris ew ew ew that's so gross i dont even wanna know ↳ landonorris happy for you guys or whatever but ew never tell me anything remotely sexual about y/n or i will vom ↳ y/npriv lando wtf???? ↳ landonorris you're like my annoying sister i'd have to remove my skinsuit if carlos opens his fat mouth ↳ carlossainz55 hey? ↳ y/npriv you're so fuckin weird ily

danielricciardo HE SHOOTS, HE SCORES!!!! ↳ carlossainz55 you were right, they don't call me the smooth operator for no reason ↳ y/npriv you were literally giggling and kicking your feet after i kissed you ↳ carlossainz55 y/n :(((( my reputation :((((((

lilyzneimer wait do was taking the photos? ↳ y/npriv ... self timer ↳ lilyzneimer down horrifically bad wow

scuderiaferrari OH Y/NCARLOS'ERS WE WON!!!!! ↳ y/npriv admin 😭 not u too ↳ scuderiaferrari not even sorry i've been WAITING for this one!!!

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f1gossip A surprise twist in the Charles and Y/N drama? Following Sainz's back to back victory in Australia and then Silverstone, Y/N and Carlos shared what looks like a loving kiss. Eagle eyed fans then spotted Charles on camera arguing with a Ferrari employee in the garages following the Y/NCarlos moment. Finally, Carlos was spotted outside where he was soon joined by Y/N, the two leaving the circuit hand in hand. It is noted Charles' new beau was nowhere to be seen.

fan Y/NCARLOS'ERS WE SO WON!!!! ♥️ 10,829 others

fan she upgraded wowow

fan charles throwing a hissy fit was so funny i was cackling watching it

fan kika in the likes... what do you know queen? ♥️ francisca.c.gomes

user not her being a homie hopper 🤢 ↳ carlossainz55 can't be a homie hopper if we're not homies :) ↳ fan CARLOS????? ↳ fan oh he ate them up ↳ fan carlos has not been fucking with ch*rles for a WHILE, even before all the drama

fan y/n's face... she looked so happy my heart is so full ❤️

fan queen y/n we trust your judgement

fan ik the entire grid is cheering rn

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📍 England

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y/nstagram carlando podium again!!! anything else interesting happen at Silverstone? :)

fan the carlando bears 😭 her boyfriend(?) and bestie 😭 ↳ landonorris roomie* ↳ y/nstagram you love me shut up

fan she's so unbothered im giggling

francisca.c.gomes the last slide... ↳ y/nstagram don't worry baby, he was just dropping me off for our date x ↳ carlossainz55 all i am to you is a glorified taxi driver

landonorris couldn't even post a photo of me for my podium... see how it is ↳ y/nstagram don't want your ugly mug messing up my feed ↳ y/nstagram also grey bin needs to go out on tuesday ↳ landonorris you're on bin duty this week? ↳ y/nstagram actually i'm gonna be on a boat in spain soooo ↳ landonorris i hope y'all break up ↳ fan LANDO ? ↳ y/nstagram he's joking dw he did the whole "big brother" speech with carlos, was kinda funny knowing carlos would flatten him in 2 seconds flat ↳ landonorris oh now i really hope y'all break up

fan y/n please we know you have bf carlos pics... i only ask for one thing ↳ y/nstagram i'll post some soon x ↳ fan the most unserious soft/hard launch

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y/nstagram my boyfriends so hot, do you guys mind if i chew on him a lil?

carlossainz55 please don't chew me??? ↳ y/nstagram it's internet sla- never mind, ok mr sainz

fan her captions are always so real i love her

fan unhinged y/n is back, we missed you best friend ♥️ y/nstagram

scuderiaferrari HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH LETS GO Y/NCARLOS'ERS!!!! ↳ y/nstagram i love u admin ❤️ ↳ scuderiaferrari our ferrari girl, forever ❤️

landonorris i hate this ↳ fan your ex and your roomie 😔 ↳ landonorris you get it 😔 ↳ carlossainz55 stop calling me your ex 🙄 ↳ landonorris you dare deny the love we shared?

francisca.c.gomes never mind him, can i chew on you a lil? ↳ kellypiquet ^ ↳ lilymhe ^ ↳ lilyzneimer ^ ↳ flavy.barla ^ ↳ carmenmmundt ^ ↳ y/nstagram everyone grab a limb x ↳ carlossainz55 please don't chew my girlfriend

fan thank you for the pic y/n! sorry for interrupting your holiday 🥺 ↳ y/nstagram don't be silly!! it was lovely to meet you <333 dont forget to send me the link to the dress!! ↳ fan on it!! ↳ fan omg how was it meeting them? ↳ fan they're honestly so sweet, they were just holding hands and walking around and carlos was yapping away and the way y/n was looking at him 🥺 they're endgame fr ↳ fan could actually cry?? ↳ fan also when they were on the beach, carlos twirled her around and they started dancing to the music playing from a nearby bar... it was actually like a movie scene 😭😭

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carlossainz55 dicen que ver una estrella fugaz da buena suerte, y tenían razón, mi estrellita ❤️ (they say seeing a shooting star is good luck, and they were right, my little star)

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francisca.c.gomes that first picture... i love my girlfriend ↳ carlossainz55 can't even have peace on my own hard launch ↳ francisca.c.gomes you snatched y/n from her girlfriends, you will never know peace.

fan he bagged a baddie wowow

fan the caption??? oh hes in LOVE ♥️ carlossainz55

y/nstagram 🥺 carlos..i'm so grateful to have you in my life ❤️ ↳ carlossainz55 i am the one who's grateful ❤️

scuderiaferrari heyyy y/n *with rizz* ↳ carlossainz55 even my own teams admin wow... ↳ scuderiaferrari not my fault your girlfriends hot

user homie hopper ↳ carlossainz55 eat glass :) ↳ y/nstagram CARLOS ↳ scuderiaferrari we love that you're happy but please carlos this is still your official account

lilymhe y/n i could treat you so much better ↳ carlossainz55 back off i've waited years for this ↳ y/nstagram YEARS??? ↳ carlossainz55... 🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♂️ ↳ y/nstagram you're literally sat right next to me ... ↳ y/nstagram he just got up and ran away... ↳ fan this is so fucking funny sddjsdhdk ↳ landonorris danielricciardo what was that about him being a smooth operator? ↳ danielricciardo hes also fucking dumb

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a/n: hope everyone enjoys! i am working hard on part 2 of girlfriend of the enemy so we can have some happy charles <3 also 2-3 posts in one week who AM I? (i'm gonna be busy w work so i'm trying to give u guys some food in case i have to disappear)

[biteyoubiteme]

needy jealousy

yeonjun x fem!reader x kai

synopsis: your boyfriends decide to join nonutnovember.

warnings: 🔞!!! throuple/poly, established realtionship, no mxm, no protection, mentions of cum eating, creampie(s),she/her used prob forgot some sorry

wc: 3.4k

an: not proofread pls have mercy im so sleepy, I told myself I would keep these under 2k and im a liar bc as soon as this came in I knew I wouldn't be able to make it short ;-; hopefully it’s good lol thank you so much for the request @apeachty ily and you know exactly what I want to write next without even trying lol our minds are linked. also peep the reference to busy signal! anyways I have a whole bunch of other yeonkai x reader fics so check them out if you want!

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“no,”

“what do you mean by no?” yeonjun asks, “You can’t or won’t?” He's leaning back against the headboard, scrolling on his phone when he gets the message in his group chat. 

“I won’t,” you shrug, snuggling closer to Kai. He's half asleep, nose pressed to the back of your neck, arms loosely wrapped around you. 

“It's only one month, you’re saying you can’t go one month without sex?” 

“Not that I can’t, just that I won’t. It’s so stupid if I want to cum I will, with or without you,” you pat the back of huenings hand resting against your stomach. “I do have two boys to take care of me,” 

kai chuckles, sleep ridden in the rumble on your back, “I’m going to try it,” 

“I cannot believe both of you are falling into peer pressure, just cause the other boys are doing it doesn’t mean you have to,” 

“I was told if I hold out longer than beomgyu I get a free coffee for every day I last,” yeonjun flips his phone for you to see his chat, and sure enough everyone is bragging about how they could make it till the end of November without getting off. 

“Fine, do what you want. I’m not going to sit and beg you,” holding up two fingers you wave them in his face, “I can do it myself,” 

“You don't even know how to use these,” he grabs at your wrist, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. 

“I'll spend the month learning, or I'll just use the vibrator and the two of you will just have to sit and watch,” 

It seemed like such a light threat at the time. Not one that you would hold to but it wasn't as if you needed to hold it in the first place. Only two days in and it felt like both of them would fail. Neither of them brought this up to you, but it wasn't like they needed to, the signs were everywhere. 

Yeonjun had taken to spending time in the office when studying, all of his school work done with no time left for cuddling on the couch with you. More time spent working out with taehyun and less flirty texts in between sessions like he usually sent. Huening on the other hand was slowly closing off. His tight responses ended in silence, hardly answering in your group chat. Even in bed at night both of their backs turned to you as you lay there looking up at the ceiling. 

It wasn't as if you all were sex addicts, what the challenge really was, was knowing that you couldn't do something vs. just not being in the mood. It was the forbidden fruit effect spread out before them. Everything you did now was hot even if it was the most mundane thing imaginable. The season was changing and now even just watching you take off your coat after coming in from outside was enough to get them hard. Just the idea of taking your clothes off, even just one layer, was enough to send them on their way to their respective avoidance programs. 

You could be laying on the couch, half asleep, and answering a question with a hum and they were done for. Even worse at night when you would change, or come fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, leaving your shirt spotted with wet dots, the fabric getting cold enough to make your nipples hard. It was a curse to witness you walk out into the living room with your shorts showing so much skin. 

And you could see it on their faces, the way their jaws tightened, throats bobbing as they swallowed. You had never seen Kai look so expressionless. Every little thing is pent up inside him, the negative aura radiating off of him as you sit down between them. Even just seeing your bare thigh sent them into the other room. 

A week in is around the time you think they are going to break. Yeonjun coming home from his workout, hair still sweaty and sticking to his forehead as he wraps his arms around you from behind. His soft kisses on your neck as you prepare a cup of tea. “Want one?” 

“No, I'm good,” his hands traveling under and up your shirt. It was the first time since that conversation in the bed that he's put his hands on you in any way besides helping to guide you by the small of your lower back. You melted into his hold, head rolling back, letting him feel over your skin. 

Neither of you hear Kai's feet padding across the apartment's floor. Don't notice him standing right in the doorway until he clears his throat, “so you've given up already?” The accusation sounds more like a warning. It's like he's thrown a bucket of ice water over yeonjun, the realization crushing his forgetfulness. He tugs his hands away from you like you're a hot stove he's gotten too close to. “Jjunie-” 

He doesn't even look up, hand over his eyes as he turns away, “No, I'm going to take a very cold shower,” 

“I'll join!” it's mostly a joke, your giggle making them both scowl. 

“No, stop talking about being naked around me right now,” 

“Why?” you ask, leaning against the counter, tilting your head as he tries to wave away the word. Your smile stuck as he walked away. 

“You're evil,” he tosses over his shoulder leaving you alone with huening. You can feel him standing there watching you. His hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie while he leaned against the door frame. 

“Do you want some?” you ask, pouring a spoonful of honey into your mug. He watches the way it dribbles and sees a dot drop to the counter, your fingers scooping it up and taking it to your mouth. 

He watches you suck the honey off, not even caring that he's right there watching, hands tightening into fists as he thinks about the way your tongue would feel. He thinks he's hiding it well, that you can’t tell he's struggling so much. But he's so obvious, shaking his head and muttering that he's going to bed early. He swears he is never this horny, the two of you have gone well past a few weeks without having sex before and not even thinking much about it. Only now it’s all he can think about and it's making him feel sick, his stomach tightening every time he sees you in a room, like at any moment it won't be him you go to first to ask to get off. 

Never has he been so jealous in his life, not even about yeonjun for kissing you but over your own fingers. Even if you caved and asked yeonjun to be the one to take care of you he wouldn't mind, he'd give up without question, but the idea that you can just walk around and sit with your own hand down your pants was what was killing him. 

He could see it in his head, could picture that time you were struggling to get off with tears in your eyes, how he helped you just like you needed, yeonjun over the phone telling him to take care of you. He wanted that, he needed that. He wanted to help you again, he wanted you to help him, and yet he also wanted to last longer than yeonjun. 

But you had had enough of watching the two of them being so avoidant. Feeling plagued by kai’s mood and yeonjun absence over something so stupid was annoying. Not caring about your tea you followed after Kai. He was already climbing onto the bed, curling up away from your side, arms crossed and eyes closed as you hopped in after him. 

He doesn't acknowledge you are there even when you sneak your arms under him, wrapping him up and being the big spoon behind him. You press your face into his neck, breathing in his comforting smell, humming right against his ear. 

“Hyuka?” it's rare you use the nickname, only when you really want something, kai associating it the most with your desperate calls for him to touch you. You can feel his body tightening, your leg raising to lay on top of his, tugging him even closer to you. “You're so tense,” Your hand on his stomach rubs in soft circles over the fabric of his hoodie, his breath hitching every time you pass over the waistband of his sweatpants. “You know I could help with that,” 

Kai pulls himself away from you, all the way off the bed as you roll on your back. The little smile on your lips eating him alive. He was hard, painfully so, watching you there softly roll your hips, beckoning him. He can hear the sound of the shower, the beating water, the only other noise in the room, the light under the door fanning out around the floor. He watched you sit up on your knees, right at the edge of the bed, hands reaching out to tug him closer to you. 

He let it happen, caved, and leaned down to rest his forehead on yours, eyes pinched closed as he muttered, “You're Killing me,” he could feel your smile when you kissed him, arms wrapping around his neck. 

You had him right where you wanted him, his whimpers between kisses only pushing you on, pulling him back to the bed. He didn't say anything as he laid back against the headboard, your legs straddling him, and your hands already pulling off his top. “I shouldn't-” 

“I won't tell,” you say in between kisses, his erection pressed into your thigh. “We can be quick, yeonjun won't even have to know,” 

“He’ll know,” kai’s not even trying to keep it down, his soft whimpers leaving every time he rolls his hips to try and gain friction against your leg. “And I won't stop after just once, I don't think it will be enough,” 

Both of you jump at the sound of yeonjuns voice, “What is this? My girlfriend in bed with another man?” Neither of you had even heard the water turn off, the steam still wafting out of the bathroom behind yeonjun as he rubbed a towel against his wet hair. 

“Oh no Huening, I think my boyfriend caught us,” sometimes the three of you liked to joke like this, poking fun at the idea of what others thought about your relationship. But Kai wasn't in the mood. He wrapped his arms around you, flipping you over so you were on your back and he was on top pushing you into the mattress. 

“My girlfriend, my bed. I want first,” he leaves no room for argument, his mouth back on your neck, hips grinding into yours. 

“Giving up so early already Huening, I knew you couldn't last,” yeonjun tisks, he sits back in his chair in the corner of the room, his favorite view for moments like this. His towel is draped across his bare shoulders, arms crossed as he looks right at you. “And you, I'm sure you teased him into it,” 

“no, I’d never do something like that,” 

“Liar,” they both say at the same time, kai’s face pressed against your neck, hot mouth working down your throat. You wrap your legs around him pushing him closer, his breathy whimpers right in your ear. Twisting your fingers into kai's hair you pull on the strands, your smile eating yeonjun alive. He could tell himself he wouldn't cave but he knows it's a slim chance when he sees you like this with huening. 

Not when he watches the way your lips fall open when kai pushes into you, the sweet little sounds you're making leaves him hard in seconds. It's worse now too because you're looking at him like you know exactly what he's thinking. And you do know, it's not too hard to guess as he leans back with his arms crossed, knuckles turning white as he readjusts in his seat to try and find some kind of relief. 

Kai didn't even feel the need to strip you, pushing your panties to the side and not worrying about preparing you. The guttural moan he released when he was fully seated inside you reverberated against your whole body. He was a mess of whimpers, arms wrapping around you pulling you as close as he could, shallow thrusts in apology for ever denying himself from you. “Never again- I won't- I can't-”  he's trying to get the words out, broken moans filtering through each breath he takes. 

“He can't even talk, and I'm not even going to judge because if it's anything like how I remember I'd be just as bad,” yeonjun mutters, his jaw so tight he hardly opens his mouth to say it. 

“Jjunie,” you moan, tugging kais hair as his hips stutter against yours, “don't you want to cum for me?”  

Kai won't last hearing the word come from your mouth, every thrust just making you wetter, your warmth pulling him in. He's surprised he even lasted this long before he felt his first orgasm. If it wasn’t for the way he starts to tremble you wouldn't have noticed that he has cum already, not when he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even slow down. 

“Don't give me that look,” yeonjun warns, but it is not like you can help it when kai is pulling one of your legs up by the back of your knee, his hips sinking deeper, your eyes rolling back at the new depth. 

Yeonjun doesn't even notice how his own hips are moving, leaning back just enough in his chair so that each roll gives him the just right amount of friction against his oversized sweatpants. He's trying not to make it obvious just how hard he is but he's finding it harder and harder to keep his hands off himself and away from you when the headboard starts to creek against the wall. 

Huenings lets out a mix of grunts and whimpers, his cum making you so much easier to slip in and out of, the soft slapping sound of his thighs against yours drowning out any other thought in his mind. “Look at me,” he's gasping, pulling back just enough so that his hand not holding your leg can grasp the headboard, softening the sound for only a second before the bed is back to squeaking. 

You don't deny him, his hair hanging around his eyes, mouth open as he feels the first tingle of overstimulation, thin silver chain necklace dangling just above your chin. His knees are digging into the mattress, the angle pushing him so much deeper. You reach down with one hand to rub on your clit, the other scratching at the back of his neck. 

He's finding it hard to keep his eyes open as he tried not to cum again, “God you look so pretty like this,” 

“Did you miss me?” 

“Fuck yes, I missed this- I missed your pussy so- so much,” he trails off in a whimper, head tossed back exposing his throat to you. 

Your orgasm is so close, aided by all of his desperate sounds. When all of his little ‘ah-ah’s’ get close together you feel yourself tip over the edge. Kai can’t handle the way you clench around him, the both of you are so wrapped up in each other that you don't notice the way yeonjun has to close his eyes. He's begging and praying that he could be stronger than he is but this is too much for him. 

Worst still is how you look over at him at just the last second, a taunt caught right in your creased brow. He can't even take the pressure of his pants anymore, he tugs them down, cock hitting his stomach, heavy and aching. It does little to cure him of this need. 

Kai lets go of the headboard, arms pulling you closer as he peppers your face in kisses, his happy giggle pressed right to your pulse. “Do you feel better?” 

“So much,” he sighs, “I don't even care about losing anymore I just wanted- no I needed you so bad,”

“You know who else needs to forget the stupid bet?” your eyes are trained on the way yeonjun is trying and failing not to move his hips. Every micro-movement brushing his red tip against his skin gives the smallest amount of relief but not enough. 

“Don't talk like I'm not right here,” his eyes are closed, fingers leaving imprints on his biceps. 

“You should help him,” Kai continues, nose sliding down your cheek before he gives a soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. He pulls away, leaning back on his heels as he pulls out of you, quick to move your panties into place to catch any of your combined release in place to not spill on the sheets. 

Standing on shaking legs you stand, stumbling until yeonjun pulls you on top of him. He's groaning as soon as you straddle him, his hands on your hips like a vise. “Why torture me?” 

“No one said you had to watch, I was content with not letting you know but you sat down and didn't look away,” your nails lightly scratch over his chest, his humming response matches the subtle way he's trying to grind up into your clothed clit, panties wet and warm against him. 

“I'll just put it in, I won't even move, I just- I need something,” it's like he's asking permission, wondering if this will mean he's failed, if you'll tell on him. Huening chuckles from the bed, knowing the truth because the second yeonjun slips in he won't be able to help himself. 

“Okay, I won't move either,” you slip your hand down to pull your underwear to the side, the dribbles of your slick and kais cum leak all over. Dripping onto yeonjuns veiny cock and stomach. You try to wipe it away, your fingers on him making his ads flex, cock jumping when you put your fingers to your mouth, sucking away the saltiness. You barely get your fingers away from your mouth before yeonjuns kiss you. His favorite taste is you mixed with cum. 

When you sink down on him both of you moan, the sound caught right in the back of your throat, his eyes squeezed tight as he tries not to thrust up into you. He's devastated to find that you feel even better than he remembered, his hold on your hips almost bruising as you clench around him.  

“This was a horrible idea,” he’s gasping, “oh shit- i-,” he's cut off by your first attempt at moving up and down. “No, don’t, I won't be able to last-” 

“But jjunie-” you whine, hand pushing into your lower stomach, right over where you can feel him pressing so deep into you. “I wanna cum again,” 

“She's so greedy,” Kai adds, your hips rocking back and forth enough to leave yeonjun speechless. 

Clit grinding onto his pelvis, you don't even care about bouncing anymore, the perfect friction to get you off, the tip of his cock pressed right against your g-spot bumping over and over with each movement of your hips. “You're going to have to get off, I can't lose- I won't-” 

But it's not like he's letting you get off of him, he's actively helping you grind down on him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, “faster-” he's moaning, your hands on his shoulders for leverage before you're falling apart, your toes curling, every noise pressed right to his ear. The way your walls are fluttering around him makes his balls tighten, “I just won'tcum I just won't- I won't - I- fuck -oh fuuuckk,” He's not even stopping now, thrusting up into you to ride out his high, shoving all his cum as far as he can get it, not worried anymore when it feels this good. 

“You're the worst,” yeonjun chuckles after the two of you have caught your breath, “I love you so much, but actually you're evil and I love it,” 

“It's not my fault you couldn't help yourself, I told you it was stupid,” 

“I just won't tell anyone this happened,” he shrugs but kai laughs from the bed. 

“I already told everyone you lost,”

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𝙽𝚘 𝙽𝚞𝚝 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛

How I headcanon the lads men participating in NNN A/N: ‼️MDNI‼️ me personally I'm teasing them all month because why not :) [Requested by: Anon]

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

[Succeeded Just Barely]

questions you endlessly about what NNN is and where you even heard of it

starts listing all the pros and cons of this kind of challenge “Are you going to participate or not?” “I have self-control I'll do it”

He really did end up having an insane amount of self-control

you end up being the one who wants him to break

he was on track to make it the entire month allowing you to either ride his fingers or his tongue to satisfy you but you wanted more

ended up pulling that one wicked card of sitting on his lap and putting your boobs in his face and thats how you almost got him

“you have an unfair advantage, but I will restrain myself”

you tried to make him break on the last day and he did and you literally got railed in his office and he nutted after midnight so your plan failed

don’t worry the door was locked he’s not that risky

"I can't believe you actually did it" "working overtime helped"

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

[Failed November 12th]

wasn't going to do it at first but you teased him into agreeing

Is overconfident to start

wants you more now knowing he can’t have you

anything you do he thinks you’re tempting him

“You’re trying to sabotage me!” “Im just grabbing a bowl??”

convinced himself this is what true torture is

constantly taking cold showers to calm himself down

keeps going back and forth between wanting you to leave and wanting you with him at all times

“I can’t do this” he would pull you on top of him tell you how dumb this challenge was

ends up almost creaming his pants just having you on top of him

takes you on every surface he can find and falls asleep still inside you

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

[Failed November 5th]

Already failed unintentionally on the 1st

Kept you up all night on Halloween which bled into November 1st

“We won’t count that so do you want to try it” “I guess”

suffering from day one "I don't like this" "It would help if you stop putting your hands all over me" "That sounds like torture"

Is willing to try but ends up not even lasting a week

tries to find ways around the rules

Started out by him saying “I just want to make you cum” creamed his pants by just eating you out

Asks you to never make him try that again unless you plan on leaving him for a month which is even worse

proceeds to give you a repeat of halloween night after making him wait for almost a week

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

[Failed November 23rd]

He’s one to honor a bet so now you’re the one suffering

“Are you participating as well?” “Sure why not I know you’ll break first”

He wants you to crack first

Starts wearing everything he knows turns you on

“Restrain yourself until December sweetie”

Acts oblivious to what he’s doing

two weeks in he is finding EVERY LOOPHOLE POSSIBLE

could have made the whole month, but you two decided to edge each other by that third week

“You said and I quote ‘No Nut November’ I only edged you sweetie you haven’t lost yet”

Massages you, constantly kissing and nibbling on your neck, goes as far as to play with it or eat you out until you’re right on the edge then stops

It ends up being an edging game between the two of you and you break at the same time and he’s turning you every which way, but loose not stopping until the bed is bent

“I’ll make better rules next year” “We’re not participating next year”

[lalaluna20]

Protocol

paige x reader tw: paige’s concussion, mentions of acl injury. BUT!! it is fluff i promise.

also this post is dedicated to that anon back in november 2024 who asked for fluff and i deleted the request because i thought i was going to delete my account. this is for you! 💜

paige hate concussion protocol. she hates injuries she hates not being on the court or in the gym. yet you make it bearable. you helped her through her acl tear, you helped her through so many injuries. somehow you’re able to make everything that feels so big so small. “paige look at me” your voice gentle but stern. as you cup her face to look at you, your hands soft against her skin. your movements slow, soft and gentle. “baby this is so much small than it seem. it’s the start of your very long and successful career.” your reassuring words are like a warm comfort around her shoulders. “but i need to be there for my team… im letting them down.” underneath all of paige’s confidence nonchalant attitude is still a girl from hopkins who wants to give it all to her dream and teammates. “you are there for them. baby even if you’re not there in person, you’re still there in spirit.” you tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, still as gentle as ever. “i promise your teammates would rather have you at 100% health than see you push and injure yourself even more and just to end up missing more games.” there were a lot of truth in your words, paige couldn’t even deny that. which sucked.

one of paige’s friends were in town and asked paige if she wanted to get lunch together. you offered to take paige, since it’s a good idea for her to get out and not stay cooped in the house. plus it finally gives you a chance to get supplies.

whenever paige gets injured you always make her a “get better basket”. which are always filled with her favorite treats, skincare products, medicine and pt equipment (if she needs them)

paige ends up spending 2 hours with her friend. which was perfect for you since it gave you enough time. you were able to drop paige off, get the supplies, go back home, put it together and leaving you 20 minutes to spare.

when you picked paige up, she was just beaming. so happy she got to catch up with a friend, telling you everything they talked about, how she even went on a tangent about how much she loves you.

once i paige finished talking, you asked her what she wanted to do for the rest of the day. “honestly i don’t know ma, you usually call the shots.” she said in raspy, nonchalant voice, moving her hand to your thigh, a clear indicator she’s happy to be with you again. “i was thinking we could have a movie marathon for the rest of the day.” you could see the bright grin form on her face from the corner of your eye. causing a small smile to form on your lips. “i’d love that ma.”

once you guys make it back to her apartment. you stand in front of the door. “babe you okay?” she asks in confusion. “i have a surprise for you” her confusion turns to curiosity. as you open the door. the layout of the apartment gives clear view of the kitchen island, where the basket is.

the basket was filled with her favorites. trufru packets, face masks, hand mask, hair ties, a new set of pajama pants, you name it. “i thought a get better basket would be nice over your concussion break” before you know it, paige has you scooped up in her arms. “god i love you. what would i do without you?” her voice filled with nothing but pure love.

after getting your face masks on, setting up the movie (you guys chose to watch disney), and getting some popcorn and trufru. you guys cuddle up on the couch, under the softest blanket. paige holds you in her arms, resting your head on her chest, and her chin resting on your head. “you know i mean it right?” her words drawing your attention from the movie. “you’ve gotten me through every injury, making every inconvenience seem small… i couldn’t ask for any one better to love.” she says softly, as if she was any louder she might cry. she leans down pressing a kiss on you head “i love you” she mumbles, her kiss lingering on your skin.

“i love you too paige.”

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two post in one day 😱 yes!! i know i should probably be working on finals buttttt the idea popped in and i needed to write it asap.

anyways!!!

i hope you enjoyed!- Love Luna

[harrysfolklore]

Can you please, pretty pretty please do another Zendaya one??

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okay i’m kinda nervous bc this is the first time i post for someone who’s not harry so HI i do social media au blurbs and i hope you like this one i did for tom 🥲 let me know your thoughts and send in requests if you have any !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram Thank you so much @vogueitalia for having me 🤍 Interview out tomorrow

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ynfan1 STUNNING

alexademie ❤️⭐️!!!

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ynfan3 i wonder what kind of tea she spilled on the interview

tomblyth ❤️

↳ tomfan1 HELLO?

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enews We’re losing our minds over this new Hollywood romance. 🥹 Link in bio to see how YN hard launched their relationship (📸: Getty)

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ynfan1 THIS IS GIVING ME LIFE

tomfan2 NOOOO 💔

ynfan2 “my love life has always been private but this time just feels right to let the world know” NO I CANT MY HEART

↳ tomfan3 DYING

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tomblyth Sneak peak at our inconspicuous movie about 2 totally chill birdwatchers with no emotional damage whatsoever… 😏

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ynfan1 this movie is going to be so good

hunterschafer ❤️

tomfan2 THE SLAY OF THE CENTURY

ynfan2 okay now i get yn

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↳ ynfan3 we love a supportive girlfriend

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tomupdates Tom and YN in Los Angeles today !

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tomfan1 STOP THIS

ynfan1 WELL

tomfan2 AHHHHHH

ynfan2 people who don’t support this relationship are so lame bc look at them

tomfan3 she visited him on set 👀

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tomblyth Come back to the beginning of the games with us @songbirdsandsnakes

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tomfan1 AHHH OMG

ynfan1 what a time to be alive

rachelzegler YES !!!

songbirdsandsnakes We are SO there! ❤️

yourinstagram SUPER PROUD MY LOVE 🤍🤍

↳ ynfan2 AHHHHHH

↳ tomblyth I love you ❤️

↳ tomfan2 I JUST DIED DEAD

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yourinstagram Exciting things coming

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ynfan1 SAY SIKE

tomfan1 she’s dating my man i can’t

hunterschafer they’re not ready

↳ ynfan2 SPILL THE BEANS

ynfan3 the way this could literally be anything

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↳ tomfan2 im still in the denial phase btw

FANS VIA TWITTER

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yourinstagram CAN’T CATCH ME NOW from @songbirdsandsnakes will be out today. The film and the rest of the soundtrack are out November 17th. Thank you to sweet angel @oliviarodrigo for writing this song and letting me sing it, this is so special to me 🤍

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ynfan1 OMFGGGGG

mtv Our skin is clear. Our grades are all A’s. This is exactly what we needed

ynfan2 SINGER YN IS SO ALIVE

tomfan1 OHHHH LORDDDDD

hunterschafer ❤️❤️❤️😭

tomfan2 she 🥹 did this 🥹 for tom 🥹

ynfan3 the things she does for love i guess bc i thought she was allergic to studios

tomblyth So proud of you 🤍

↳ tomfan3 WHAT IF CRY

↳ yourinstagram Wouldn’t have done with without your encouragement 🥺

↳ ynfan4 IM MELTING

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tomblyth HG film dump. Just some of the many people I love who breathed life into this movie. @songbirdsandsnakes opens tomorrow 🤍

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rachelzegler See you on the big screen 🙌🏻

ynfan1 i can’t wait to see it omg

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↳ ynfan2 AHHH SO CUTE

↳ tomfan2 that should be me

tomfan3 i was here before hunger games

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yourinstagram TBOSBAS is on theaters now and all I can say is that I love every single human being involved in it and I’m so proud of them 🤍 Oh and thank you for all the support for Can’t Catch Me Now, you make me all mushy 🥲

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ynfan1 AWEEEEEE

tomfan1 LOOK AT MY BABY

rachelzegler We love you sweet angel ! Having you on set was a blast❤

↳ ynfan2 MY BABIEEEEES

tomfan2 WE NEED MORE TOM BTS CONTENT

ynfan3 okay can we get a full album now

↳ yourinstagram I only release music for special occasions 🤍

↳ tomfan3 AHHH SHE DID IT FOR TOM

tomblyth Thank you for being my rock and bringing me bagels, I love you honey ❤

↳ tomfan1 OH TO BE CALLED HONEY BY TOM

↳ ynfan1 i'm melting

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people Our favorite off-screen couple has arrived to the #BalladOfSongbirdsAndSnakes premiere ! Link in our bio for more pictures.

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tomfan1 AHHHHH I CANT

ynfan1 they're matching my heart

tomfan2 THEIR RED CARPET SLASH PREMIERE DEBUT

ynfan2 yn is such a supportive girlfriend tom is so lucky

↳ tomfan3 they're so lucky to have each other 🥺

INTERVIEWS BY TOM AND THE CAST DURING THE PREMIERE

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tomupdates Tom and YN at the TBOSAS premiere ! 🥺

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ynfan1 i can’t take their cuteness anymore

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ynfan2 WHIPPED

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yourinstagram Snow lands on top. The man of the hour

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tomfan1 SO TRUE IT BOY

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tomblyth I love you so much ❤️

↳ tomfan3 WHAT IF I CRY

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tomblyth Dream girl ❤️

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★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ This can’t be anything.❞

★ c.w.: drinking, yearning, PTSD

★ a/n: im back again lol.... i couldnt stay away! i just love aki too much lol. anyway! here's my little present to make up for my asbence, a few chapters of delicious juicy aki goodness. enjoyyyyy!! keep commenting and spamming as always, yk they make my day lol

★ w.c: 12k

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THE OFFICE SMELLED faintly of old coffee and wood – familiar, sterile, steady. Captain Aki Hayakawa sat behind his desk, his posture as straight as the file in front of him. He turned a page with quiet precision, eyes flicking down the résumé.

“You're from Osaka?” Aki asked, not looking up at the new hire.

The young man nodded from the other side of the desk. He was a lean fellow – only a few inches shorter than Aki himself. If his resume was correct, then he lived up the street from Aki himself. In the same development. "Yes, sir. Born and raised."

Kaito Nakamura.

Aki’s eyes didn’t lift. He skimmed through the page, scanning over a short but solid record – civilian law enforcement, two commendations, and a recent transfer request. It was all clean. Impressive for someone barely out of his teens.

“You’ve got good references,” Aki said. “No disciplinary action. Physical scores are decent.”

“Thank you, sir,” the kid replied, a touch nervous.

That’s when Aki finally looked up – eyes level, unreadable. The kid couldn’t have been older than twenty, with a freshly shaven jaw and a half-practiced sort of confidence. Eager. Green.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” the man added, as if to fill the silence. “Before I applied here. Everyone says you're sharp. Not just anyone gets to run a place like this.”

Aki blinked once. “Is that so?”

Another hum passed between them. Not quite amusement. Not quite anything.

His eyes dipped back to the résumé. Scanned the personal section. There it was.

“Married?” Aki asked, glancing down again. “You’re a bit young for that, aren’t you?”

The man smiled – an easy, casual thing, like this was a story he liked telling.

“It’s funny you bring that up, actually,” he said. “I’ve heard you and my wife have the same birthday coming up. November eleventh.”

A beat. Aki’s pen paused against the folder. He didn’t look up right away. Didn’t need to.

“What an odd coincidence,” Aki murmured. Then, after a beat, he closed the file neatly and stood.

“You’re approved. You’ll start on Monday,” he said simply. “Orientation in the morning. Patrol rotation in the afternoon. We’ll ease you into city routes.”

The kid stood too, eyes bright with opportunity. “Thank you, sir.”

Aki took the offered handshake. Firm. Polite. Distant.

He waited until the door clicked closed again before his gaze shifted—to the thin corner of the folder where the wife’s name was printed in small, neat letters.

November eleventh.

He didn’t smile. Just sat back down, leaned an elbow on the desk, and stared at nothing in particular as the city hummed just outside his window.

Late night walks were Aki’s favorite thing to do when sleep failed him. Whenever it slipped through his grasp, leaving him laying on his back, staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to some question he didn’t even know how to ask – whenever his roommates drove him up the wall, a walk never failed to clear his mind. Some nights he didn’t sleep much at all. Others, he would be chased by nightmares into the early hours of the morning.

It never stopped.

He’d had them since he was a child, but they had grown significantly worse over the course of his career as a Public Safety officer. Blood, gore, loss painted his memory like streaks of red over a blank canvas. Perhaps the greatest loss of all was the one he still couldn’t wrap his head around – the loss of his partner, Himeno.

Their relationship was… strange, to say the least. But it worked. For every pound of misery he carried into work, there she would be, all wide-eyed with that stupid grin on her face. She had feelings for him, he knew that much, and though he had never returned them, she had become the closest thing he could have called family. After her passing, he kept the dog tag necklace she used to wear under her uniform. Love was the word, though not in the traditional sense – there was no yearning, no longing for anything other than to hear her long-winded stories, to carry her drunken body home one final time. It was greater than worldly desire.

She was the first person to see him as something more than a machine, a person. She’d been his first kiss – though, admittedly, she was wasted beyond comprehension and he had no interest in doing such a thing with her. She was the first person he ever opened up to about his childhood, about his family, about the Gun Devil. She was the one who offered him his first cigarette. And, with the exception of his family some fourteen years ago, she was the first person he ever cried over. His first experience with loss as an adult – fresh and brutal and unexpected.

One minute she was there, clasping a hand over his back, telling him not to die on her. The next, the only thing left of her was a pile of clothes and an eye patch where her body had once been – the physical remnants of her sacrifice, her selfish decision to give her life up so that he could live.

And, fuck, he had spent the past two years wondering why. Why she had gone and done that when she knew he would be completely lost without her – why she had left him after promising that it would be the two of them against the world for however long they would live.

Often, he wondered if what he felt for Himeno was love – not the familial kind, but the kind you felt when your heart would kick up a beat whenever someone was around. But there was no racing of his pulse, no dreams about her – save for some brutal retellings of her death. She knew that he was incapable of loving her the way she needed and, yet, still, she chose him. 

She chose his life over hers.

Easy revenge was the only thing she’d left behind. That, and a confusing horde of emotions he didn’t know how to cope with.

Aki stepped off of the porch of his house and into the empty street. He was wearing a black tee shirt and some sweatpants – still, as he had only climbed out of bed a few minutes prior. From his pocket, he fished out his lucky carton of cigarettes and his lighter – the one Himeno had left him. He popped a cigarette between his lips – the motion both soothing and familiar – and flicked the wheel twice until the flame took to the end of it. Once he heard that familiar sizzle, he took a deep breath in, letting the nicotine swirl in his mouth, invade his lungs, ease his tensions away. 

I hope you’re doing well down there, He thought, pulling a long hit from the end of the cigarette before letting it all go – breathing his worries out into the midnight air, pretending they left with the smoke, because he knew there was no way in hell that she made it to the pearly gates. Too many drunk mistakes and dead bodies for that.

No, there was no promised land for Devil Hunters. He knew that.

In fact, he had long since given up on his dream of finding the Gun Devil. Losing her radicalized him, made him realize that protecting his family was the only thing that mattered.

His family, of course, being his two pin-headed roommates, Denji and Power.

The pavement was still damp from the afternoon’s shower. Out here, it was quiet. In fact, save for the sounds of traffic only a block or two away, the only sound he could hear was the sound of his Converse crunching against concrete. That, and the sound of… birds?

Aki furrowed his brows as he took another puff of smoke. Since when did we have birds out here?

His eyes trailed the source of the sound until they stopped on the only house with its lights still on – the one at the end of the street. The warm rays of light seemed to be coming from its side. Curiously, he inched towards it.

45, the mailbox read. If his memory served him correctly, then this was that rookie’s house – Kaito Nakamura, the one he’d interviewed today. The one with the wife who had the same birthday as him. It was as normal and unassuming as the man himself – painted with a neutral yellow exterior, having no real distinguishing features other than the chirping noises coming from the doorway.

His feet carried him right up to the side of the house. There was an open porch, one at ground-level, so he felt a whole lot less awkward than he probably should about approaching the bird cages that dangled off of the roof. There had to have been at least ten of them, each made of a different kind of metal, each containing a different kind of bird that he couldn’t have named if you paid him to.

Slowly, he approached the perpetrator – a yellow bird with red dots on its cheeks. It had its beak open, squawking into the otherwise quiet ambience.

Little shit, he thought, already pulling another hit from the smoldering cigarette between his fingertips.

Without even thinking about it, he breathed out – letting the smoke float into the bird’s cage. Really, he had no business jeopardizing the life of someone else’s bird, he knew that much. Still, it was mindless, something he didn’t fully realize he had even done until after the smoke materialized.

A voice called out behind him, “The bird doesn’t like that.”

Aki damn near jumped out of his skin, whipping his body around and coming face to face with you – a woman he could only assume to have been Nakamura’s wife. You were the picture of innocence, looking to be a year or two younger than Aki himself – hair tied back into a messy bun, cheeks a little flushed from the breeze, donning nothing more than a cotton nightgown that hugged your curves.

And you had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen.

Stop ogling your subordinate’s wife, He chastised himself, quickly flicking the cigarette onto the floor and smothering it out with his foot.

“I’m sorry, I–” He began, but the words fleeted him. “I’m not a fan of birds.”

None of that explains what you’re doing here on her porch blowing smoke at her pets, asshole, He thought.

“It’s alright,” You breathed out, wrapping your arms around your chest, as if you were self conscious beneath his gaze. He thought that there was entirely no need to feel such a way, especially given the fact that you looked like you crawled right out of a dream, all dewy lashes and blushy cheeks. “He gets… fussy when people are near him. You didn’t need to put it out on my account.”

“I did it for the bird,” He replied, though it was entirely a lie. He couldn’t give less of a shit about what the bird felt. “Didn’t mean to bother him.”

You shrugged, a little awkward, “He’ll puff up and squawk for a while. He’s kind of dramatic, honestly.”

“He’s not wrong,” Aki couldn’t help the half-smile that settled over his face. 

It was rare for him to smile these days, truthfully. So, the fact that you managed to pull this much out of him already was… a little disconcerting.

Still, rather than leaving – like he definitely should have been doing – he offered his name to you, “Name’s Aki Hayakawa. I live up the street.”

“You’re… from Public Safety, right?” You tilted your head at him, and it was the strangest thing – your hair fell down over your neck, your chest, and his heart skipped a beat. 

She knows who I am.

“Yeah,” He replied, rendered completely breathless by the motion. You were gorgeous – the kind people wrote poems about. Nakamura was a lucky man. “I work with your husband, I think. Nakamura, right?”

“Right,” You nodded, “Sorry if I startled you. Didn’t mean to.”

“I didn’t mean to trespass on your porch,” He sighed, “I just needed some fresh air.”

“You’re fine, I came out here for the same reason, actually,” You rushed out, waving your hands in the air, as if to dismiss his worries. “I haven’t slept well since we moved in here.”

There was a pregnant pause, then – during which Aki glanced down at his feet and awkwardly swung his weight back and forth, and you tucked your hair behind your ear.

Am I making her nervous?

“He said you were intense,” You broke the silence – and his train of thought. Your voice was melodic, sort of like an instrument. He didn’t think he’d mind standing here and listening to you talk all night. You had the strangest effect on him. “I don’t know what I pictured, but… you’re quieter than I expected.”

Aki proved your point only a moment later by answering quietly, “Quiet’s not always a bad thing.”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” You retorted, clearly embarrassed by his remark. The prettiest blush dusted your cheeks, one that made his heart thrum a little harder. “Sorry, I’m not… I’m not really good at talking to new people.”

Clearly, I’m not either, he thought, then, Stop it. Behave.

His eyes betrayed his thoughts, dropping from your face down to the white nightie you wore, the way the fabric fluttered out over your hips, your bare legs. You were rubbing your thighs together – a nervous habit, perhaps? “Did I wake you?”

“No!” You shook your head, “No, I wasn’t sleeping. I just– I came outside for the same reason you did, I guess.”

“Is this where you grew up?” He asked, desperate to keep the conversation going despite the fact that he knew damn well how inappropriate it was to be out here with you. 

“No,” You replied. “I moved here a few months ago.”

“You like it?” He asked carefully.

“I’m trying to,” You exhaled.

Aki observed you like an admirer would a painting – as if you would be damaged if he got too close to you. “I know what that’s like.”

“It’s different, being around all of these people I barely know,” You admitted, smiling faintly. Maybe it was the light from the moon, from the warm porchlight overhead, but Aki thought you looked beautiful. “The other housewives have been nice to me, though.”

“Yeah,” He replied, stupidly, “Takes time.”

You glanced at the cigarette on the ground. “Do you… smoke a lot?”

Huh, he thought, Looks like she’s trying to keep the conversation going, too.

“Too much, probably,” He admitted.

“That’s bad for you,” You noted softly, gently, your voice as quiet as the wind.

He replied, “So I’ve heard.”

“Still… It suits you,” The quietest hum left your lips, as if you were still trying to make sense of the interaction – and whether or not you wanted it to end – yourself. “You seem like the type.”

Himeno used to say the same thing.

“What does that mean?” He asked anyway.

“The kind who doesn’t care if he lives or dies if it means he finishes the job,” You remarked.

Ah. So she knew about his… history.

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a warning,” He furrowed his brows, though the corner of his lips quirked up at the way your eyes widened.

“Maybe both,” You answered, your voice only a notch above a whisper.

“You don’t seem like the type to go around scolding strangers,” He commented.

That pretty blush was back and brighter than ever, illuminating the slopes of your face like a horde of fireflies lighting up a dark field. “I don’t, usually, but it’s not every day that you find a Captain smoking a cigarette on your porch.”

“Touché,” He replied.

She’s cute, He noted.

A silence settled between you. Not uncomfortable — just suspended. Like neither of you was sure whether to step forward or away.

You glanced toward the door, fingers curling in the hem of your nightgown, the breeze nudging your hair loose.

“I should… probably head back in,” You glanced towards the door. You were a great deal shorter than him. 

“Yeah,” Aki nodded, taking a step back, as if that would break him free of the spell you seemed to have cast on him. “Of course.”

With a soft, uncertain smile, you dipped your head in a bow, “It was nice meeting you, Captain Hayakawa.”

He nodded at you once more. Then, you turned on your heel, and made your way to the door. Just before your delicate fingers grazed the brass doorknob, he called out to you–

“Wait–”

You paused, your hand already on the door.

“I never got your name,” He clarified.

You hesitated for a beat, as if considering whether to give it. Then you looked back over your shoulder – the porch light catching in your eyes – and smiled. Not shy, not fully. There was something brighter underneath it now. Then, you told him your name, and his eyes couldn’t help but follow your lips as they formed the pretty syllables, as the name fell from your lips like butter.

A pretty name. One that suited you, he thought.

Then, without waiting for his reaction, you slipped inside, allowing the door to creak shut behind you.

Aki glanced back at the bird. Then back at the space where you had been only a few seconds earlier.

This one’s gonna be a problem, isn’t she? He thought.

That night, Aki had the same dream he always had – images of a snowy December day, of a smoking pit where his family had once been. He dreamt of a pile of clothes, an eyepatch that once used to accentuate the smile of his closest cohort.

Only now, there was a new picture in his head – pretty eyes and a timid smile.

It felt too quiet.

Himeno wasn’t there. That absence hit first.

The steps in front of HQ buzzed with noise — Denji’s shouting, Power’s demands to be in the center of the photo, Kurose quietly trying to coordinate it all — but none of it settled the way Himeno’s voice used to. She would’ve been loud, obnoxious, teasing everyone into line. She would’ve elbowed Aki and made him smile in that dry, reluctant way that used to come easier when she was around.

Without her, it felt... off. Lopsided. Like a room missing its light.

He shifted his weight. Rolled a cigarette between his fingers but didn’t light it. His coat felt too stiff. His shirt collar too tight. He didn’t know why he was in this picture. Or why the new guy was late.

The photographer was getting impatient.

Then the sound of quick footsteps—two pairs—echoed from the sidewalk.

Aki looked up.

And there he was: the new recruit. Breathless, still adjusting his collar. Twenty years old, fresh out of Osaka, married.

Your hand was in his.

Aki’s jaw tightened just slightly. He watched the way your husband smiled, too boyish for someone who claimed to be ready for this job. He apologized for the delay, and someone waved him into place.

But Aki’s eyes didn’t follow him.

They followed you.

You looked different in daylight. Different in this context—out in the open, visible, belonging to someone else. Your hair was done like you meant to impress, your expression polite and unreadable. You didn’t meet Aki’s eyes right away. And maybe that was for the best.

Because the second you did, it landed like a sucker punch. Like something in him twisted up and burned quietly behind the ribs.

You were smiling. It wasn’t for him.

He looked away first.

It was almost funny—how quickly everyone seemed to move on. You and your husband buzzed up the stairs, folded neatly into the group like you belonged there, like nothing about the last few weeks had ever happened. Aki didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stepped aside before the next photo and slipped out a cigarette.

No one noticed.

They never really did.

He lit up and turned his back to the rest of them, exhaling into the sharp morning air. The silence that followed felt louder than the chatter he left behind. It settled in his shoulders. Pressed into his chest.

And then he heard you.

Your steps were softer. Familiar in a way that made something behind his ribs tighten again.

You didn’t follow the others inside. You didn’t say a word. Just came to stand beside him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He didn’t look at you.

Didn’t need to.

He could feel you beside him — the heat of you, the tension, the weight of everything you weren’t saying. You weren’t supposed to be here. Not like this. Not now, not after walking in on someone else’s arm.

But here you were.

Again.

“They went inside. Are you coming?” You asked him in that pretty little drawl of yours, and he was a goner all over again.

“No, I was gonna take a smoke break,” He hummed, breathing smoke out into the air – to the side, because the last thing he wanted was the breathe it into your face – without moving the cigarette from his teeth. “Maybe a walk.”

You shifted beside him, your body angled just slightly toward his. “Can I come with you?”

That was the thing – he should’ve said no. He should’ve made up some excuse, nodded you back toward the building, sent you away like he was supposed to.

But he didn’t.

He flicked the cigarette away and watched it skitter across the pavement. “Yeah,” he said, quieter this time. “Okay.”

You didn’t smile, but something eased in your shoulders. And without another word, the two of you started walking.

The air was cool, the sky heavy with clouds that hadn’t yet made up their mind about rain. Streetlamps buzzed overhead, casting gold halos across patches of cracked sidewalk. Your footsteps were soft, and every few seconds, Aki caught the sound of your sleeve brushing against your side, the whisper of your breath.

You didn’t speak at first. He didn’t mind. Silence with you felt full, not empty.

Eventually, you broke it.

“So… do you always sneak out of photos, or is that just today?”

He huffed out something like a laugh. “Depends on the company.”

You tilted your head, glancing sideways at him. “Am I good company?”

“Better than the lot of them, honestly,” He glanced at you then — only for a second — and found you smiling faintly, looking down at your feet.

“I think I like it better out here,” you said.

“Yeah. Me too.”

A few more steps passed between you. The night was still, save for the rustle of wind through half-dead trees and the low hum of traffic a few blocks off.

“Do you like the city?” you asked.

“It’s alright.”

“That’s not a yes.”

Aki shrugged. “Better than most places.”

You were quiet again, and he could tell you were mulling over something. It took a minute for you to speak.

“I miss home sometimes,” you admitted. “It was… simpler.”

“You from the country?”

You nodded. “Small town. You could hear cicadas at night. You could see the stars.”

Aki looked up — out of habit, maybe — but the clouds were too thick. “Sounds nice.”

“It was. But boring, I guess. That’s why I left.”

He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgment. “Boring sounds like a luxury these days.”

That earned a real smile from you. Small, a little sad. But real.

You walked a little closer after that. Not enough to touch. Just enough to notice.

And then it happened.

It was sudden –  the shift in the air, the spike of dread in Aki’s chest that came a second too late. One minute the street was quiet, the next it was wrong. A cold ripple crawled up the back of his neck.

He grabbed your arm without thinking, jerking you behind him. “Get down.”

Before you could even respond, something tore through the alley ahead — fast, fast enough to blur. Aki caught a flash of teeth, a glint of claws. It was tall, lean, twisted in shape like someone had sketched a human and then scratched it out.

He reached for his sword.

Too slow.

The Devil moved with a whipcrack sound – not toward him, but you.

You gasped, stumbling back as it slashed –  a wide arc of motion, like it meant to take your whole head off.

Aki’s blade was halfway out of its sheath when he heard the wet snap of impact.

And then your knees gave out.

He caught you before you hit the pavement, arms wrapping around you hard enough to bruise. You were gasping, hands pressed to your throat, blood already spilling between your fingers.

“Shit– hey. Hey, look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered, wide and scared and glistening.

“I’ve got you.” His voice was low, fierce, nothing like his usual calm. “Stay with me, okay? Just keep looking at me.”

He crouched with you, drawing you into his chest as he dragged the cursed blade free with his other hand, senses locked onto the devil now circling in the dark.

It hadn’t gone for him.

It had gone for you.

You were shivering, your breathing ragged. Blood slicked your neck, soaked into his uniform. His jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

He didn’t look at the wound. He didn’t want to see how bad it was.

“Don’t move,” he said, his voice lower now, steadier only because it had to be. “I– I’ll take care of it.”

You tried to nod, but the motion was small and weak. Aki let go of you gently, like you might break, and stood.

The devil rushed him again – fast, erratic – but now he was ready.

Raising a trembling hand up to the air, he pinched his thumb and middle finger together – finding the devil in the center, “Kon.”

Then, like it had done countless times before, the Fox Devil appeared, chomping the devil clean in half and leaving nothing more than a trail of purple goop in its path. 

After a moment, it disappeared, and when Aki was certain that it was gone, he rushed back to your side.

He turned on his heel and dropped beside you.

Your eyes were still open. That was good. That had to be good.

“I’ve got you,” he said again, hands already searching for pressure points, for anything to stop the bleeding. “You’re going to be okay.”

You didn’t speak. Your lips moved, but no sound came out.

“You’re okay,” he said, and this time it sounded more like a prayer than a promise.

She’s okay.

You turned your head towards the concrete, hand flying up to cup your ear, “My earring–” You gasped. “I think– I think I lost my earring.”

You were right. On one ear, a gold hoop with a pearly charm dangled. On the other, nothing.

She almost died and she’s worried about an earring? He thought.

It was enough to make him crack a smile.

The knock was sharp – one, then two – like the man on the other side had been standing there for too long, thinking it over.

Aki didn’t look up from the paperwork on his desk.

“Come in.”

The door creaked open. Boots on tile. The air shifted.

When Aki finally glanced up, Nakamura stood there — still in uniform, still stiff-backed like always, but his expression was softer than usual. Tired. Haunted around the eyes.

“Captain,” Nakamura greeted with a short nod. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”

“It’s fine,” Aki said flatly. “Sit.”

The man didn’t – just hovered near the chair across from the desk, hands folded in front of him like he wasn’t sure whether to stay or leave.

“I just… wanted to say thank you,” Nakamura said after a moment. “For what you did. This morning.”

Aki blinked once, then set his pen down. The words didn’t sit right. Too formal, too tidy for what had actually happened. You’d almost bled out on a city sidewalk because of his decision – because he couldn’t say no when he should’ve.

“I didn’t do anything worth thanking,” he said. “I let her walk into a fight she wasn’t trained for.”

“You saved her,” Nakamura countered. “That’s what matters.”

Aki’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t argue. Not out loud.

“It won’t happen again,” Nakamura added. His voice was firm now, resolute. “I’ll make sure she keeps her distance from this stuff. It’s not her world.”

Aki’s eyes flicked up. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

“No,” the man agreed. “You could have gotten hurt, though. That’s enough.”

A beat of silence stretched between them. The fluorescent light buzzed faintly above.

Aki leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly through his nose. He paused, carefully weighing the words before he spoke them.

“I’d like to apologize to her. In person.”

Aki counted the numbers as they climbed – his sneakers clicked rhythmically against the linoleum floor. This particular wing of the hospital was quieter than the lobby had been, though he did brush past a few nurses with carts on his way down the hall. 

In his arms, a bouquet of flowers – because he wasn’t entirely sure what else to do. In his pocket, your lost earring. (He had bribed Denji and Power with gum to spend the evening searching the spot where you had lost it. Power tried to eat it).

908. 910. 

912.

The door to your hospital room was closed. Nervous for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, Aki raised his hand up to the door and knocked twice. Do I have the right room?

Then, your voice rang out through the door – “Come in.”

He took a deep breath, smoothing his hands over his Public Safety uniform and his hair before he actually turned the knob and stepped into the room. Immediately the smell filled his nose – almost too much to bear. It was sharp and sterile and suddenly, he was two years younger, sitting up in his hospital bed with his head in his hands after realizing that his partner was really dead. Then, lingering just beneath the surface, was something distinctly you – lavender, clean laundry, something homey. Something that brought him back to the present.

Something that brought his eyes up to where you were rested – tucked away in the corner of the room, gazing out the window. There was a white gauze wrapped around your neck, tainted pink in the middle where you had been nicked by the devil. When you heard the door creak open, you glanced over slowly, timidly, like you weren’t sure what to expect.

Then your eyes were on him and he felt his stupid heartbeat kick up a notch.

Calm yourself, he reminded himself, Subordinate’s wife, remember?

“Hi,” He breathed out, sounding a whole lot more breathless than he intended. Why did he feel hot, all of a sudden? “I– uh… I wanted to apologize for yesterday.”

Your gaze dropped to the bouquet of flowers swaddled in his arm, then back up to his face.

“I never should have…” He trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words. This was a lot harder than he had originally thought it would be. “If I had just reacted faster, you wouldn’t have been hit. I’m sorry.”

I’m so fucking sorry.

You looked at him.

Not the way most people did – not polite or casual or distracted. Just… looked. Steady and soft, your lashes low, your body still beneath the blanket. That look landed in his chest like something weighted. He could feel it settle in deep, anchoring behind his ribs.

Your voice was just above a whisper. “The flowers need a vase.”

Aki blinked. For a second, he forgot what he was holding.

The bouquet in his hands — white lilies, a few roses, some baby’s breath — felt clumsy, too full in his grip. Like it didn’t belong. Like he didn’t belong.

But still, he nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, voice quiet. “I’ll… find something.”

You nodded, and your gaze dropped to your lap. You didn’t say anything else.

He turned and left without looking back.

The hallway outside your room felt colder somehow, quieter than before. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, and somewhere down the corridor, a machine beeped a steady, mechanical rhythm. But it was like all of it blurred into white noise. The only thing he could hear was the echo of your voice. The way it had hit him.

Aki found the nurse’s station just around the corner. He didn’t approach right away — lingered near the edge like he wasn’t sure how to ask. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Do you have… a vase? For flowers.”

One of the nurses looked up – a younger woman, her scrubs wrinkled, her hair pulled back into a high bun. She gave him a glance that flicked between his face and the bouquet in his hand.

“I think so,” she said after a second. “Give me a sec.”

She disappeared into a supply closet and returned with a clear glass vase and a small pair of scissors.

“You’ll want to trim the stems,” she added, holding both items out to him.

He took them without meeting her eyes. “Thanks.”

There was a single-stall bathroom nearby. He slipped in, locked the door, and stood there for a second, just breathing.

The mirror above the sink was slightly dirty. He caught his reflection in it – tie loosened, shadows under his eyes. He looked tired. He felt tired. But that wasn’t why his hands were shaking slightly as he set the vase on the edge of the sink.

No, he was nervous.

He filled it halfway with cool water from the tap, then turned back to the bouquet. One stem at a time. He didn’t know what he was doing – not really. He hadn’t brought flowers to anyone in years. Probably never like this.

He picked up the scissors and started cutting.

Snip.

Too high. 

Snip.

He shifted his grip, tried again. His fingers weren’t steady, but he took his time, lining each stem up before trimming it at an angle. The act gave his hands something to do — something small and careful and quiet. And maybe that was why he did it.

God, what the fuck am I doing?

When the last stem was cut, he slipped the flowers into the vase. Adjusted them. Adjusted them again. One of the lilies had bent slightly — he turned it, trying to get it to face the light.

He wiped the vase down with his sleeve, cleaned up the sink, and carried everything back down the hall.

When he reentered your room, you were still propped in bed, eyes half-lidded like maybe you’d dozed off. But the moment he stepped in, you looked up again.

That same look. The one that never failed to take his breath away.

Aki moved slowly, crossed the room in a few quiet steps, and placed the vase on the windowsill – not too close to the edge, but where it could catch the afternoon light. It hit the glass and scattered across the water. The flowers looked better in the sun. Alive. Fragile.

He turned to face you.

You watched him, not speaking. Your fingers rested loosely on the edge of the blanket, the gauze at your neck stark against your skin. There was a single IV drip to your right, ticking slow.

He meant to say something — anything.

But the words caught somewhere behind his teeth.

Show her the earring, He willed himself. 

Slowly, uncertainly, he reached into his pocket and produced the tiny ziploc baggie he’d kept stashed away in his pocket all morning. The one that held a tiny gold earring with a tiny pearl charm – the earring you’d lost.

And, fuck, the way your eyes brightened at the sight of it…

“You found it,” you breathed, eyes wide. Your voice was still soft, still hoarse from earlier, but the brightness in it nearly floored him. “I thought it was gone.”

He coughed, glanced down at the floor, then back at you. “It was near the… bench. Must’ve fallen out during the scuffle.”

Your smile crept slow and warm across your lips, and it knocked something loose in his chest.

“Thank you,” you said, gaze fixed on the tiny piece of gold. Then, after a pause: “Can you put it in for me?”

Aki froze.

Can you put it in for me?

Get your mind out of the fucking gutter.

His fingers went still around the plastic bag. The room felt smaller.

You tilted your head just slightly — exposing the soft line of your neck, the sweep of your hair pulled back behind your ear. It was damp in places, curled faintly at the tips. You looked… not well, no, but beautiful in a way that made his stomach twist. Soft and bare and open in a way you didn’t even seem aware of.

And you were asking him to touch you.

“Sure,” he said, quietly. He cleared his throat, tried again, steadier. “Yeah. Of course.”

He stepped forward, holding the bag carefully. Your eyes followed his every move.

Aki crouched beside the bed, knees cracking slightly under the strain. His hands were steady, but only just. He opened the bag, pulled the earring free between two fingers. It caught the light, casting a faint glint across your collarbone.

“I might be a little clumsy,” he murmured. “Don’t judge me.”

“I won’t,” you said, voice like breath. “I trust you.”

Holy shit. He nearly dropped it right then.

He reached up – slowly, carefully – and touched your earlobe with his thumb to steady it. Your skin was much, much warmer than he expected. He was so damn close, he could feel the pulse in your neck, see the faint flutter of your lashes.

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. For a moment, he didn’t either.

He slid the post through the hole with a slow, practiced motion, and his knuckle brushed the curve of your jaw. The moment was small – technically innocent – but it jolted through him like electricity.

Fuck, I’m going crazy.

“It’s in,” he said, withdrawing his hand.

Your eyes were still on him. Unmoving. It was enough to make him self-conscious.

This is so wrong.

The earring sat perfectly in place. Like it had never been missing.

“You really found it,” you whispered.

He shrugged, looked anywhere but your face. “I can’t take all the credit. I had some help from my roommates.”

There was a long pause — the silence thick with something neither of you wanted to name.

You tilted your head again, just slightly. “You always do things like this?”

“Like what?”

“Keep pieces of people you’re not supposed to care about?”

His breath caught.

He met your eyes then. Really met them.

You weren’t smiling anymore.

Neither was he.

But god, the air between you – it was burning now. Not loud or obvious, but slow, like coals under ash. Just the weight of your gaze, the scent of lilies from the vase behind him, the trace warmth of your skin still on his fingers.

“He was mad at me, you know… After,” You broke the silence.

“Mad?” He repeated, still awfully careful to not upset you.

“He didn’t say it like that, but I could tell,” You sighed, “He didn’t like that I followed you out there. Thought it was reckless.”

Aki couldn’t help the frown that settled over his face, tugging his lips down at the corners, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Maybe not,” You shrugged, “But I think he blames me anyway. He said I was lucky you were there.”

Aki could only blink, dumbfounded, “Did he?”

“I think I embarrassed him,” You added, “But I don’t feel embarrassed at all. I feel… safe.”

I’m going to lose my fucking mind in here.

Feeling an awful lot like an animal in a cage, Aki balled his fist up at his sides. He didn’t move – couldn’t move. “I was just doing my job.”

That damned smile was back on your pretty face again, “I saw your face after. You looked like… like you were scared.”

Then, much softer, Aki sighed, “I was.”

“For me?” You asked, like you were surprised that he even cared.

And, truthfully, he didn’t know why he cared.

“Yeah,” He replied.

But he could no longer deny it – he did. 

More than he probably should.

Aki decided that he was losing his fucking mind. Standing in his office, shifting his weight from side to side, his gaze was cast outside of the window – onto the busy streets of Tokyo below. To his left, Denji was droning on about some bullshit he couldn’t give less of a rat’s ass about – something about how he was definitely gonna get a smooch out of Miss Makima at the upcoming Public Safety ball, the one Aki had been dreading. His blue eyes scanned the streets for pedestrians, for cars, for anything that could take his mind off of you.

But, alas, the world had a cruel way of torturing him.

Aki stood at the window, his eyes scanning the busy streets below, but his mind was miles away — lost in the thought of you. The way you smiled at him. The softness in your eyes. The way his chest tightened just thinking about how screwed he was. He had no business feeling this way, but the fact that he couldn’t shake it only made everything worse.

Denji’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts with a sharp, “Hey, you good? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

Aki blinked and straightened up. His throat tightened, but he quickly masked it. “Nothing,” he muttered, waving it off as if it was nothing. “Just... thinking.”

Denji narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. “Someone on your mind?”

Aki’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t let it show. He snapped back a little too quickly, trying to deflect the conversation. “Do you want to walk home?” he asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Denji fell silent for a moment – a blissful, beautiful moment – clearly taken aback by the sudden shift, but he didn’t press further. Not for long, anyway. Aki could hear him grinning already.

“Well, whatever,” Denji said, shrugging as he leaned back in his chair. “Guess I’ll stop asking. But you are missing out. I’ve been practicing my moves for Miss Makima at the ball. She’s gonna love it.”

Aki looked over at him, a heavy sigh escaping him as he watched Denji try – and fail – to waltz, dramatically flinging his arms around. Aki’s lip curled into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Aki muttered, rolling his eyes. He turned away again, trying to block out the ridiculous sight of his roommate prancing around.

But it was no use.

He could see it already – his mind’s eye playing out the scene with you instead. 

A slow waltz in a dimly lit ballroom. The soft brush of your fingers against his. The way you’d look up at him, and that soft, trusting smile of yours. It was all too easy to imagine, and far too fucking tempting.

He shook his head violently, trying to rid himself of the image. Focus, he told himself. Focus on something else.

Aki scrubbed the last of the plates in the sink, the warm water steaming against his skin as he methodically rinsed off the remnants of their late dinner. The kitchen was quiet, the faint clink of ceramic the only sound cutting through the silence. Denji was on the couch, not bothering to clean up after himself, as usual, his eyes glued to the TV. It was late – later than Aki had intended to stay up. 

“Hey,” Aki called over his shoulder, glancing at Denji as he dried his hands on the dish towel, “I’m going out for a smoke.”

Denji mumbled something incoherent in response, probably too distracted by whatever nonsense was on the screen to care. Aki didn’t blame him.

He grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door and stepped outside. The cool night air hit his skin immediately, refreshing, but it didn’t quite chase away the tightness in his chest. The cigarette between his fingers felt like a small relief, even though he knew it wouldn’t fix what was bothering him.

Before he knew it, there was a lit cigarette pinched between his index and middle finger, pressed right up against his lips. A nasty habit, he knew, but it was one he couldn’t shake.

He started walking without any particular destination in mind, his feet moving of their own accord. It wasn’t like he was planning on going anywhere specific — but somehow, he found himself heading down the quiet street toward your house.

It was stupid. It was reckless. He knew it. But here he was, as usual, walking toward a place that seemed to hold a gravitational pull over him.

And there you were. Sitting on the porch outside, completely at ease, cutting fruit. The soft glow from the porch light illuminated you in a way that made everything else fade away. You had on a pink nightgown, this time – a lacy one that he felt he was unworthy of seeing. It was cold out, and he couldn’t help the way his eyes flickered down to your chest, the peaks of your nipples that just barely poked through the fabric, before glancing back up to your face. 

Behave, he reminded himself.

You were focused on the task, oblivious to his presence, and for a moment, Aki just stood there, watching you.

It wasn’t until you noticed him, in fact, that you called his name. “Captain Hayakawa.”

Fuck, I’ll never get over the way my name sounds coming from her mouth, he thought. 

“You’re up late,” He commented – and, really, it was rich coming from him. “What are you doing outside?”

“Can’t sleep,” Was all you said before returning to your fruit-cutting mission. “My husband is upset with me. He didn’t like dinner.”

I would like anything you made me, Aki thought, but decided that it would be better to shut the hell up about it. Instead, he offered a half-hearted, “That so?”

You shrugged, “Not a big deal.”

Sounds like a big deal to me.

“I don’t think I’m very good at that sort of thing,” You continued – more abashedly, this time, “Being a housewife.”

Then, you laughed – a sweet, melodic sound. It reminded him of your pet birds, the ones that sang into the wee hours of the morning. He concluded that he would do whatever it took to make you make that sound again, even though, reasonably, it was none of his business. Still, there was something here – that much he couldn’t deny. There was something that lingered in the air whenever the two of you spoke, something like a magnet that kept drawing the two of you closer and closer together. He couldn’t help the way he felt about you, truly, and something about the way you peered up at him through those pretty lashes of yours told him that he wasn’t the only one who felt nervous.

Still, you were a married woman. There was no way that anything more could come from these small interactions. No matter how deeply he read into things, none of it changed the fact that you already had a man. 

You were already spoken for.

He squinted at you, bringing the end of the cigarette up to his lips and letting the smoke fill his mouth. “You don’t strike me as someone who’s bad at anything.”

You laughed again, and he had to pat himself on the back. “You don’t know me.”

No, I don’t, he thought. But I would like to.

He could get used to the sight of you – that was the most frightening part. He could get used to the way your pretty, rosy lips formed the sound of his name, the way you listened earnestly, head tilting to the side whenever he said something worth noting. He could get used to you.

Still, getting to know you would be a pleasure he would never know. You were married. To his subordinate, nonetheless.

“Maybe not. Just calling it how I see it,” He answered back, and the words felt dry on the back of his tongue, like there was so much more that he wanted to say and no way to say it. He took another puff, blew it out. The warmth of the cigarette rivaled the warmth in his cheeks, “There’s a Public Safety thing going on… a ball, later this week. You going?”

He had no right to know, honestly – let alone a right to ask.

“Yeah,” You answered. You dropped the last slice of the peach you had been cutting into the bowl on your lap. Then, tentatively, you reached for another. Your hands, gentle and small, like the porcelain fingers of a doll, looked like something he wouldn’t have minded holding. “He wants me to go.”

Her husband, right. He thought. The one that could come out here any minute now and see his wife talking to his Captain in the middle of the night.

“Figured,” He tilted his head back, craning it up to the ceiling, then blowing a spout of smoke up into the chilly air. 

You tilted your head to the side in that adorable way of yours, “What about you?”

“I don’t really have a choice,” he answered honestly, and, really, it was true. He was expected to come to those kinds of things. It would be seen as a sign of disrespect if he didn’t. While, under any other circumstances, he would have preferred to be in bed early, he figured that he wouldn’t mind going if it meant that he got to see you. Not even to talk – to watch, to observe, to admire. He would be okay with that alone. 

“Do you ever?” You asked him, “Captains don’t usually get out of things like that easily, do they?”

He huffed out something between a sigh and a laugh, “Rarely.”

“It’s formal, right?”

“Yeah,” He added, “Dinner, speeches, dancing… the whole nine yards.”

Truthfully, he’d been dreading it before you rolled into town. A while earlier, and he would have thought of nothing more than how insufferable some of his coworkers were – especially with a little liquor in their system. He’d resigned himself to standing off to the side all night with a drink in hand, avoiding eye contact and waiting for it all to be over.

But now?

Now, all he could think about was you.

You – in some quiet, elegant dress that clung to your frame just enough to keep him staring longer than he should. Your cheeks, a little flushed from wine or champagne, glowing under the lights. Your lips painted something soft, something subtle, something that would undo him if he looked too long.

He imagined the way you'd move – not rehearsed or polished, but easy. The way you'd laugh when your heel caught the floor, or when your husband’s hand led you into a turn too fast. He imagined you being spun in a slow waltz, the skirt of your dress fanning out just slightly, your eyes catching his for half a second too long across the ballroom.

Fuck, he was screwed.

“Do you know how to dance?” He found the words slipping out before he could stop them.

“I learned the waltz in school. Ages ago. I doubt I remember any of it, though. Why?” You gazed off somewhere in the distance, like the question took you back. He wished he could see into your mind, see what occupied it. 

See if he was on your mind nearly as much as you were on his.

“Just curious,” He admitted, flicking some of the ash from his cigarette into the bush. “It was a stupid… thing.”

Great conversational skills, Hayakawa.

He watched you carefully through the corner of his eye, almost afraid to meet your gaze head-on. You were still slicing fruit like you hadn’t noticed the way his hands were trembling slightly, like you couldn’t hear the quiet wreckage inside his chest.

The tension shifted – not thick, not heavy – just… different. Softer, maybe. Or sharper. He couldn’t really tell.

“I also have a stupid thing to tell you,” you said at last, voice barely louder than the night air between you. “I keep thinking about when you visited me at the hospital. I guess I… enjoyed it.”

And just like that, the floor tilted beneath him.

Fuck.

His breath caught somewhere behind his ribs. He felt like someone had hooked a hand into his sternum and pulled. Every coherent thought was flattened by the sound of your voice, by your honesty, by the impossible fact that maybe you’d thought about him, too.

Enjoyed it? Enjoyed him?

He stared straight ahead, afraid that if he looked at you, his face would betray just how undone he felt. Betray what you did to him.

Then, so casually it made his head spin, you added, “Here, take a peach. They’re good for smokers.”

He blinked down at the fruit you held out to him. His hand moved on autopilot, reaching for it. Your fingers brushed his – just barely – and he swore it fucking lit something on fire beneath his skin.

He brought the peach to his lips, but forgot to bite. You had no idea what you’d done to him.

Or maybe you did, and that was even worse.

Still, he knew better. He knew better. He should say thank you and walk away. He should forget this ever happened.

Instead, the words slipped past his restraint.

“All day long,” he said, voice hoarse. “I think about you all day long.” He paused. His throat was dry. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be saying this.”

There it was – the confession. Small, broken, way too fucking real.

He expected silence. Or discomfort. But when he dared to glance at you, your hands had stilled their cutting, and you were staring at the peach like you were trying to remember how to breathe.

What the hell was wrong with him?

She’s married, his mind screamed. She’s off-limits. 

And yet, he couldn’t take it back.

Fuck.

I’m a fucking idiot.

You turned toward him slowly, the knife stilled mid-slice, juice clinging to your fingers. Your hair shifted ever so slightly with the movement, catching the moonlight just right — soft and iridescent. Something flickered behind your lashes, unreadable. Vulnerable. Dangerous.

“That’s not stupid,” you whispered.

The words slipped between you like a thread pulled taut.

Aki forgot how to breathe. Just for a second – no longer – but long enough that he felt his chest hitch beneath his ribs. The air around him thinned, turned hot despite the night breeze. You weren’t looking at him anymore, not really – your eyes were cast somewhere to the side, like you were nervous to hold his gaze, but still, he felt pierced by the sheer weight of it.

He felt it again, that thing in his chest blooming fast and reckless – like fire catching on dry brush. It wasn’t welcome. It wasn’t safe. But it was there all the same, climbing higher into his throat, pressing in from every side.

God, he thought. I’m so fucked.

What was he supposed to do with that? With you sitting there on your porch with your fruit and your pretty nightgown and your quiet honesty, like you didn’t know you’d just upended his whole fucking day?

No. Not just his day. You’d tilted something inside him – Something he’d worked hard to keep buried. He wasn’t supposed to want things – not like this. Not soft, domestic, impossible things, and certainly not married things.

Then you looked at the lighter in his hand – his stupid, scratched-up lighter, the one Himeno left him – and the air shifted again.

“Your lighter. It’s nice.”

He blinked, momentarily thrown. “Yeah?” he said, trying not to sound as shaken as he felt. “You like it?”

You nodded once, gently as all hell.

Something possessive flickered in him. Not in the ugly way – more in the I-want-to-give-you-everything kind of way. He didn’t even think twice before pressing it into your hand.

“Take it,” he said.

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“I want you to have it,” he said again, lower this time. His voice felt too soft, too full. “Really.”

You took it slowly, fingertips grazing his as you accepted the little rectangle. You turned it over in your palm, thoughtful. “Okay,” you whispered. “Thank you, Captain.”

Captain

He should’ve let it end there.

But your voice, saying his title like that – formal and warm and intimate.

“…Aki,” he said, pulse loud in his ears. “Just Aki.”

You looked up at him, still holding the lighter.

“Aki,” you repeated, quiet as a promise.

And damn it all, he wanted to hear you say it again.

Aki dreamt of something pleasant for the first time that night. He dreamt of you.

The morning sun crept lazily across the floor, pooling in soft gold near his feet, but Aki didn’t move right away. He stood in the center of the living room, the coffee on the table growing cold, the silence stretching thick around him. The apartment was still. Too still.

He should’ve been getting dressed. Polished shoes. Starched collar. But instead… He was thinking about you.

The way you’d smiled last night when he asked if you knew how to dance. The soft laugh you gave when you said you’d learned back in high school – a half-shy little thing, like you were embarrassed to admit it.

The image hit him before he could stop it. You in a dress, something soft and clinging, swaying with the turn of a waltz. Your hand in his. 

He exhaled through his nose, Delusional. That’s what this was. Stupid, dangerous, completely inappropriate. But it didn’t stop the vision from burning behind his eyes.

And before he could think better of it, Aki shifted his weight. Moved his left foot forward. Then his right, side-step. One-two-three. One-two-three.

He found himself tracing the steps slowly across the floor, the echo of your imagined laugh haunting his ears. His fingers flexed, like they could feel your hand in his already. One turn. One pause. The gentle rhythm of a song that wasn’t even playing. Something in him ached at the thought of holding you like that – of having you close, even for a single dance, even if he knew it would be inappropriate.

Aki stepped again, more sure this time. A full circle. A spin that was almost graceful.

And then…

“Are you seriously dancing right now?”

The voice came to him like the sound of nails on a board.

Aki froze mid-step. Slowly turned.

Denji was standing in the hallway, shirtless, hair a mess, holding a half-eaten rice ball in one hand and gawking like he’d walked in on a crime scene.

Aki’s jaw tightened. “No.”

Denji squinted. “Bro, you were spinning.”

“It was stretching,” Aki said flatly.

“Oh yeah? That what you call it now?”

Aki reached for his coffee, brushing past him with a glare. “I’d shut up if you didn’t want me telling Miss Makima what I found on the computer after you used it.”

Denji made a dramatic zipping motion across his mouth.

Aki hated balls. Just as he suspected, this one was painfully dull. Though the scenery was nice – a lush ballroom with golden chandeliers over marble floors – he stood off to the side, in his usual spot. In his hand, he nursed his fourth glass of whiskey. He was only half-interested in the conversation he was engaged in – one with two commanders from Kyoto and Osaka and the Chief. 

“I’m telling you,” the Kyoto commander was saying, “--we’ve tracked three of the Devil traces to that northern corridor. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Gun Devil’s proxy is using the route for something.”

“Could be a trafficking line,” the Osaka one chimed in. “But it’s strange. Too clean. No collateral. Makes you think it’s either something new or someone’s gotten smarter.”

Aki nodded slowly, letting his gaze drift across the ballroom. He didn’t offer much in response. He’d heard it all before – theories, scraps of intel, half-assed leads that led nowhere. More often than not, it was just noise.

The Chief chuckled and sipped from his brandy glass. “That’s the thing about these bastards. They evolve. Just when you think you’ve cornered them, they slip right out of your hands.”

Aki hummed in agreement, eyes settling on the entrance of the ballroom as the doors opened.

His stomach dropped as you walked in.

And even with your husband beside you, your arm loosely hooked around his – you had the presence of someone who didn’t belong in any man’s shadow. He thought – briefly, of course – that you would look much better next to him.

What? 

The dress you wore was bold. A deep neckline that clung to your figure, hugging curves he had no fucking business looking at. It was a risky choice, especially for someone like you – soft-spoken, reserved, the kind who rarely wore anything that drew attention. But tonight, you were the center of attention.

Well, his, anyway.

Your husband placed a guiding hand on the small of your back, possessive in its casualness. Aki’s jaw tensed when he saw you gently brush it off. 

He felt a strange sort of satisfaction about it.

The Chief caught sight of you and broke into a wide, indulgent grin. “Well, well,” he said, loud enough for Aki to want to sink through the floor. “Look at this. The belle of the ball herself.”

You approached with a small, polite smile that didn’t touch your eyes. Aki’s grip tightened slightly around his glass. Oh, God.

“Goddamn,” the Chief added, eyes dragging a little too slowly across your silhouette. “Where on earth did you find her?” He slapped your husband’s shoulder with a laugh. “She’s got poise.”

Nakamura laughed along stiffly, adjusting his collar. “She cleans up nice.”

“Do you dance?” the Chief asked, this time addressing you directly. “You’ve got the look of someone who knows how to waltz.”

There was a beat. You glanced – just for a moment – in Aki’s direction.

And it was enough to ruin him.

He straightened slightly, chest tightening beneath his suit. He couldn't look away. Is it hot in here?

Your gaze drifted back to the Chief. “I learned once,” you said softly, “in high school.”

The same thing you’d told him earlier that week.

The Chief grinned wider. “Well then, may I?”

The question wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at your husband.

Misogynistic asshole.

I have to save her. He wanted to say something – had to – but it was the Chief, and you were certainly not his to publicly defend.

Aki spoke, sharp and sudden. “Chief – about the proxy route. You mentioned something about the tracing going quiet near the border district?”

It was transparent, even to himself, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted the attention off of you.

The Chief turned his head, barely. “Mm?” Then he laughed, eyes still on you. “Later, Hayakawa.”

Fuck.

Your husband leaned down, whispered something low and clipped in your ear. Aki couldn’t hear what it was, but he saw the way your jaw clenched, the twitch in your brow, and he knew it was something harsh. Still, you turned toward the Chief and nodded.

“I’d be honored,” you said.

The Chief extended his hand. You took it.

Aki felt his stomach sink as the two of you stepped onto the floor. Your husband watched with a smug sort of pride, satisfied.

If you were mine, I would never let another man talk to you that way.

Aki didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he forced himself to look away.

The string quartet picked up.

And then you moved.

It wasn’t the Chief’s lead that made the dance beautiful—it was you. Even with your expression unreadable, even when your hand rested lightly in his, you glided like you belonged in a painting. Light caught in the curve of your neck, spilled along the exposed line of your shoulders, and Aki… 

Aki felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe.

Then your gaze lifted, and it found him.

He froze.

You weren’t smiling. You weren’t coy. 

No, you looked at him like he was the only thing tethering you to this place. Eyes wide. Helpless. A wordless plea passed between you, like maybe, if he were braver, he’d storm over and take you away from all of it.

But he couldn’t.

Your husband stood nearby, watching with a drink in his hand and a lazy, smug grin. As if this was all some game he was already winning, as if he were content with selling you out as long as it meant he would get on the Chief’s good side.

Aki's grip on his glass tightened. His chest twisted.

I can’t take this.

He turned on his heel, cut through the crowd, shoved open the first door he could find.

The bathroom was empty, quiet, too white. Too bright. He staggered to the sink and braced himself on the edge, setting his glass to the side.

God, help me, he thought. He was lost – gone beyond reprieve.

Cold water. That’s all he could do. Cold water to his face, again and again, like it might rinse you out of his system. He ran the faucet on its highest settings, cupped his hands beneath it, and splashed the water onto his face. It was brisk, it was refreshing, but it did nothing to calm the incessant thought of you.

He gripped the edge of the sink, chest rising and falling too fast, too sharp. The cold water dripped from his chin, down his collar, and into the front of his shirt, but he didn’t move to wipe it. Didn’t even look at himself in the mirror. Just kept his eyes down, his knuckles pale against porcelain, breathing like he’d run a mile uphill.

He had no right to feel this way.

You weren’t his.

You’d never been his.

And yet – the sight of you, in that dress, in someone else’s arms, looking at him like you wanted him to do something, anything – it had twisted something inside him so hard it still hadn’t let go. He was pathetic. Weak. He didn’t even have the spine to look away when he should’ve, let alone stop it from happening.

The room tilted just slightly, the floor seeming to slope beneath his feet.

Probably the alcohol, he thought. He hadn’t had much, but he hadn’t eaten either, and his head swam just enough to make the edges blur.

If Himeno were here…

She’d slap the back of his head. Tell him to get his shit together. Maybe hand him a glass of water and a cigarette, call him an idiot for letting a girl and a couple of neat whiskeys undo him like this. And she’d be right.

He thought of your face again. The way your eyes found him across the ballroom, wide and unreadable, the way you looked like you wanted to be anywhere else but in that man’s hands. And the worst part?

He couldn’t do a goddamn thing to fix it.

He stayed like that for a moment, maybe longer, just breathing through it, willing the ache in his chest to dull, willing the image of you to go the hell away.

And then, after what had to have been a few minutes too long, the door creaked open.

Aki didn’t move. Didn’t lift his head. But his entire body went still.

He looked up slowly, eyes flicking to the mirror. And there you were.

His breath caught.

You weren’t supposed to be here. Not now. Not when he was trying so hard to forget the way you looked at him out on that dance floor. Not when he was still reeling from the sight of your husband’s hand on your back. Not when every instinct in his body was screaming at him to stay the hell away.

But you didn’t stop. You came closer.

Closer.

His pulse climbed with every step you took. You stood in front of him now, the space between your bodies taut with unspoken things. Your perfume was subtle — something soft and sweet that made his head swim. You tilted your head slightly, like you were about to say something, but the words never came.

Just that look.

Open. Waiting.

And then – God help him, like a magnet was strapped to his chest – he leaned in.

God, you were intoxicating.

He told himself it was nothing. Just a shift of weight. Just curiosity.

But when your breath mingled with his, soft and warm and so very close, his composure crumbled. His restraint, already threadbare, snapped entirely the moment you stood up on the tips of your toes, until your mouth brushed against his.

It wasn’t a clean kiss. It was probably muddied by the copious amounts of alcohol in his system, but it was real. It knocked the breath from his lungs.

And, fuck, you kissed him back. The way you kissed him – slowly, like you’d been imagining it – made something inside him break. His hands found your waist, tentative at first, until your fingers curled in the fabric of his coat and tugged him closer.

I feel like an animal.

Then it changed. The kiss deepened. Grew desperate, and he lost control of himself entirely. 

He slid his hands up your sides, palms gliding over the curve of your back, and the high-pitched noise you made against his mouth nearly brought him to his knees. It was something like a whimper. He pressed you gently, but firmly, back against the sink, breath warm, heart hammering, mouth grazing yours again and again, like he couldn’t get enough of you, and fuck, he really couldn’t.

She’s kissing me. She’s kissing me. The thought bloomed in his mind, disbelieving, delirious.

And God, she tastes so fucking good.

The warmth of you. The way you felt against him. It was too much. 

It was everything.

He wanted to stay there forever, in that suspended moment where none of it mattered. Where the only thing that existed was the feel of your body under his hands, the flutter of your breath, the soft, almost pained sound you made when he kissed you just a little deeper, a little harder.

But then– your hands. On his chest.

He paused.

You broke the kiss, slowly. As if neither of you really wanted it to end.

You looked up at him, dazed. Eyes wide, lips parted, breath shaky. His own heart was threatening to beat out of his chest.

And just like that, you were gone.

You slipped out from his arms without a word, leaving him cold and dry. Just a final glance at him over your shoulder, something swimming in your eyes that he desperately wanted to understand.

Tell me you need me. Tell me you need me the way I need you.

But, no, instead, the door clicked shut behind you.

Aki stood frozen. The space you’d left behind was still impossibly warm.

Then, with a harsh breath, he dropped his head to the sink, groaning.

Fuck my life.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. He hadn’t even meant to kiss you. He’d meant to stop it. Really.

But the moment had swallowed him whole – your mouth, your hands, the heat of your skin beneath his palms. It had felt like falling, and maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough not to. 

Hell, maybe he didn’t want to.

He stood there a while. Just breathing. Replaying all of it – the sound you made against his mouth, the way you’d looked up at him when it broke apart, like something had cracked open between you.

He could still feel your lips on his.

Still feel your body under his hands.

Still feel the loss of it.

When he finally staggered out of the bathroom, he barely registered the crowd. The music had changed to something slower now, richer. Candlelight flickered against polished floors.

He walked like he was sleepwalking, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, adjusting his tie with a hand that still shook. But he made it back to the main floor. Back to his usual spot, where the chief was already mid-conversation with the same higher-ups from Kyoto and Osaka.

And your husband.

Of course.

You stood beside him, calm and perfect, looking like something out of a fucking oil painting. Your hair was swept just-so, your cheeks dusted with a pink hue, and your expression – demure, unreadable – gave no hint of what had just happened only a few minutes earlier in the marble bathroom down the hall.

You didn’t look at him, and that was worse somehow. 

Aki felt like someone had hollowed him out and left him standing there with a drink in his hand, pretending.

The chief caught sight of him and waved him over with that wide, boisterous smile of his. “Ah, Hayakawa. We were just talking about heading out for drinks next week.”

Your husband chuckled and clapped a hand on one of the other men’s shoulders. “Yeah, I told the old man I’d come, and then I remembered I’d already promised my wife we’d go out that night. So I’ll just bring her along.” He grinned at you, clearly amused with himself. “She won’t mind.”

God, he’s such an asshole. Aki swallowed, but it stuck somewhere halfway down.

“Bring someone if you want,” your husband added. “A lady friend, or something. Could be fun.”

He glanced at you. You didn’t return his gaze.

Aki’s jaw clenched. He could treat you better. He wouldn’t humiliate you in front of a room full of people. Wouldn’t make you feel invisible – like an accessory to someone else’s night.

He’d remember your plans. He would never complain about your cooking.

He would actually listen to what you liked – what you needed.

But instead, all he could do was stand there, pretending he was just another man with a glass in his hand and nothing at stake. Pretending the way your husband put an arm around you didn’t kill him a little bit inside.

Pretending he wasn’t head over heels for you and that damned smile of yours.

a/n: oh my god i was so obsessed with this movie when i saw it. i would highly suggest you all watch it - its on tubi! i will say that the sex scenes are... ridiculously graphic, but i digress. this fanfic actually WILL BE SHORT i swear.... i have it planned out LMFAOOAOAO!!!! i wanted to slip you all a lil smth extra to make up for my negligence to post the pornstar chapter lol. please let me know your wants/likes/comments, as always, and i'll see you lovelies next time! muah!!!

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[formulafics]

★ THE OTHER WOMAN | LN4/OP81

Scenario: lando norris is in love with his best friend. she doesn’t see it, but everyone else does, and even though lando doesn’t outwardly tell her about his feelings for her, he doesn’t try to hide it. unfortunately for him, she has her eyes on someone else, someone that makes it all the more painful. (requested)

Pairing(s): lando norris x fem!reader, oscar piastri x fem!reader

Warning(s): angst. just gut wrenching angst.

A/N: i learned one thing and it’s that i am NOT built for angst. that being said, i literally made a second part as a fix it fix BUT. its landoscar, which i know may not be everyone’s thing, but if it is your thing, here’s the link 🤭🫶🏻

yn.ln

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yn.ln it’s this sweet boys birthday. my favorite human forever, i love you @/landonorris

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landonorris i love you more

⤷ yn.ln actually impossible 🤓☝🏻

maxfewtrell get someone who looks at you the way lando looks at yn

⤷ norrisnation MAX YOU GET IT KING

rizzciardo yn baby he is in love with you 😭

landonation day 476 of yn not realizing that lando is in love with her

formulanorris HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANDO ❤️

posted november 13, 2022

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racingandwags oscar piastri is rumored to be dating yn ln, lando norris’s long time best friend after the two showed up to the paddock together recently. what do you think?

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lh44nation now what the hell is pierre doing here 😭

carlandolvr are you so serious that this is happening on the week of landos home race

norrisnation what.

norrisnation no because why is yn looking at oscar the way lando looks at her and why is oscar also looking at her like that what is happening guys this isn’t funny

formulanorris this was NOT on my 2023 bingo card??? surely you guys mean lando and yn lolololol

⤷ rizzciardo i mean for what it’s worth, yn always shows up with lando so maybe this is no different. like she and oscar are just friends showing up together

⤷ rizzciardo reading this back i feel i may have only made it worse

dreamyalbon HELP WHAT IS GOING ON

⤷ formulasargeant silly season is real

papayaforlife babe wake up there is chaos in the house of commons

yn.ln

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yn.ln my favorite human forever. sm love for this boy.

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oscarpiastri 🧡

⤷ piastrination oscar bleeding orange:

norrisnation notice how lando didn’t comment on this post but he ALWAYS comments on yn’s posts?

⤷ landoland HE DIDNT EVEN LIKE IT PLEASE TELL ME THEY ARE STILL FRIENDS PLEASE

rizzciardo ik yall are upset but pls don’t hate on yn, she hasn’t don’t anything wrong and we don’t even know the details of what’s going on with her and lando or her and oscar

sunnylando ‘favorite human forever’ 🫠💔 iykyk

formulanorris YN HOW COULD YOU FUMBLE LANDO

⤷ formulanorris yall are cute but im so confused rn.

landomania this is insane news to me. i genuinely thought the rumors were just rumors 😭

thank you for reading! all feedback is appreciated — dae <3

PART TWO / FIX IT FIC

general taglist | @renarots @jsjcue @treehouse-mouse @lokietro @spidersophie @minkyungseokie @harrysdimple05 @stopeatread @topguncultleader @vroomvroomverstappen @motorsp0rt @cixrosie @leclercvsx @arkhammaid @vellicora @lovstappen @illicitverstappen

also, you didn’t hear it from me, but the jpg chronicles finale is coming after this 👀

[littlestarbigsky]

ok i’m bad at writing requests but 😭😭 a fic with any of the curtis bros coming out to each other? specifically soda coming out to them (prob w stevepop but whatever u want) if that makes any sense 😭😭 i loveee ur writing !! 🙈

oh curtis bros my beloved you are sooo special to me :)) im imagining this to be about two-ish months post canon (johnny and dally still died, sorry team :p ) anyways they kinda take the long way around but trust me i did eventually follow the request lmao

hope this is okay🩷

soda knew darry was gonna kill him… even as he walked through the cold november rain he dragged his feet, trying to put off how angry his brother was about to be with him. the house loomed into view and even through the darkness and anxiety sitting in his chest, he couldn’t help but feel glad to see their house, their home.

he pushed the door open and pony and darry were both sitting in the living room, darry on the couch and pony on the floor, leaning up against his legs. they both turned around and stared at soda as he shut the door behind him and started wiping his shoes off on the doormat. he must have been a sight for fresh eyes; his hair plastered to his face and his clothes sticking to him with rain.

none of them knew what was about to happen. none of them had been late getting home since pony ran off, since…

“i’m sorry,” soda stuttered, bending over to take his shoes off, only to realize he didn’t know what to do with himself after the fact.

darry stood up, and even though he knew it was okay, that he was safe, he felt himself go tense. there was a moment when all three of them felt the weight of what was happening, darry deciding whether or not to yell, soda feeling tears welling in his eyes, and pony sick to his stomach with worry watching the two of them.

darry sighed, his eyes softening, “ponyboy, go get soda a towel, please.”

pony nodded and pushed himself off the floor, taking off down the hall. darry hurried forward and enveloped soda in a rib-cracking hug.

“are you okay?” he asked quietly, his hand rubbing the back of soda’s head, just like their dad used to.

soda nodded quietly.

“honey, you’re soaked…” darry pushed him back to look him over. “why didn’t you call? i’d have come and picked you up from work.”

soda didn’t know where to start. it was time for them to know, and he’d known forever that it was safe to, that it was okay to tell them, but the words always fell flat when he tried to string all the thoughts together.

he was spared the trouble of having to explain himself yet by ponyboy coming back and throwing a warm towel over his shoulders. darry scrubbed his head for a second and muttered, “go dry off and change, you’re gonna get sick.”

soda dragged himself back into his and pony’s bedroom, peeling his wet clothes off and sitting down on the bed, with the towel wrapped around them. he could feel his heart hammering in his throat in a way that had nothing to do with how cold he was. he pulled on a sweatshirt and pajama pants and haphazardly toweled his hair dry, not bothering to run a comb through it or even try to make it look presentable.

darry and ponyboy were on either side of the couch watching tv when he walked back out. he threw his clothes in the dryer and piled in next to pony, who curled up into soda’s side and looked over at darry, waiting patiently for what was coming next.

“i wasn’t at work,” soda started, throwing an arm over pony’s shoulders and tugging him closer. “i was over at steve’s.”

darry tilted his head, “well, why didn’t you just say so, pepsi? steve’s house is no big deal.”

soda sighed deeply, not sure how to approach it gently, “yea… me and steve…”

he couldn’t do it. there was no way he could tell them, not yet. maybe not ever.

unfortunately, pony had caught on immediately. he looked over quickly, “what’s up, soda?”

“what about you and steve?” darry looked over curiously.

shit. he’d noticed, too, there was no going back now, they knew something was happening. it began to occur to him how incapable he was of taking any of it back, how he would never be able to undo it.

“steve and i…” he started, and he had to close his mouth and open it a few times before he could get the words to sound right in his head. “we’re to- he’s…”

soda huffed and pressed his lips together anxiously. pony sat up slightly, his brows furrowed, “it’s okay, take your time.”

“we’re together,” soda spat out, unable to beat around the bush any longer. “he’s my boyfriend.”

there was a palpable silence that hung in the air for almost a full minute after soda spoke, so tense you could cut it with a knife. all any of them could do was stare silently, the only sound being soda’s ragged, terrified breaths.

“that’s all?” darry asked, and soda nodded quickly. “baby, that’s okay! i thought something was wrong!”

soda felt like he could melt into the couch from the relief. he threw himself at darry, his eyes filling with tears as he felt a lump swelling in his throat.

“i thought…” he cried, gripping darry like a lifeline. “i thought you’d be mad.”

“hey,” darry held soda’s face in his hands. “you’re our brother, there is nothing you can do that could make us stop loving you.”

soda gave a heavy sob and darry and pony squeezed him between them.

“you don’t gotta cry,” pony whispered, his hands rubbing up and down soda’s back.

“oh, kiddo,” darry laughed lightly. “i thought you’d known about paul…”

soda sat straight up, his mouth falling open comically, “you… he- paul? seriously? but you were always taking a girl to dances!”

soda let out a loud laugh of delighted incredulity and darry blushed, “a bit of both never hurt anyone… but you already know that, huh?”

soda giggled wetly and wrapped darry in a bone-crushing hug, “thank you.”

“of course, we love you, pepsi,” darry held his little brother close.

darry was never one to hug for long, but soda needed it, needed him. they pulled back after a few moments, and looked over at ponyboy. soda’s heart sank as he realized that there were tears in pony’s eyes, tears that he and darry hadn’t noticed.

“hey, kiddo, what’s the matter?” darry asked quickly, and pony shrugged.

soda did what he did best, he smiled and joked, “you gonna tell us you like boys, too? looks like it might just run in the family.”

pony blinked, and a tear fell from both eyes. he didn’t say anything, just nodded slowly, a high-pitched sob following. they barely gave him a breath before they were both crowding around him and crushing him between them. soda had an inkling that he knew what this was about; pony only ever cried about one thing anymore.

“ponyboy,” soda asked gently, a hand running through pony’s hair. “were you and johnny…?”

“no,” pony gasped out as he shook his head, his breath coming in deep heaves as darry tried to keep him calm. “we weren’t, but i think we’d have gotten there eventually.”

“oh, honey,” soda felt sick to his stomach as he ran a hand over his baby brother’s face and darry tucked pony into himself.

what on earth had this poor kid done to deserve this? losing their parents would have been enough for anyone, but for ponyboy, losing johnny had been like losing half of everything he was. they may not have had it figured out yet, but there had always been more love between the two of them than soda could have felt with anyone, more than darry had with paul or any of the girls he’d taken out in high school. and ponyboy’s person was gone, sad, scared, and in pain.

“it’s okay,” pony sniffled as soda gently tried to wipe away some of the tears.

“no, it’s not,” soda sighed, tear’s prickling in his own eyes. “it’s okay that it’s not. it’s allowed to hurt, baby.”

pony sighed deeply, “thanks for telling us, soda. i guess it does run in the family.”

soda laughed and yanked his little brother into a hug, one that darry joined in on a few moments later. peas in a pod, birds of a feather, nothing would ever come between them, nothing could even if it tried.

[steviebbboi]

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge!

Howdy lads~ exciting news to share:

I just reached a 200 follower count on Tumblr 🎉🎉🎉

I kinda can't believe it? Writing is indeed good for my soul. Interacting with y'all on here has helped me with my mental and emotional wellness due to just finding such great community on here. Thank you for giving me the space to write and for following along/supporting in my writing journey 💖

With that spiel spoken, I wanted to host a writing challenge in celebration of this milestone! *squealing because i'm so excited to host*

Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge Masterlist

*you'll find all writing submissions and writing requests (answered) at the link above*

You could participate by sending in either:

✨ writing request via my Asks (💙)

and/or

✨ writing submissions (💥).

General Rules:

the challenge will start October 1st until the end of November (flexible on late entries for submissions only💥; let's say till mid-December or so).

I'll read/write for Chris Evans characters, Henry Cavill Characters, and Charlie Hunnam characters [and Bucky Barnes specifically lol] (these are my preferences but if there are other characters that you'd like to bring in, just ask me)!

for writing requests 💙, i will only be accepting requests (2 max/person; pls do not send more than 2 asks!) until the end of November.

for writing submissions 💥, go wild! submit as many as you like!

you can do both (send in a writing request 💙 AND send in a writing submission(s)💥) if you want to; rules still apply for the requests though.

use at least one prompt within your request 💙/submissions💥 from the lists below (but def. go crazy if you wanna use more than one! you don't have to claim any prompts).

works can be inclusive! poc, gender neutral, neurodivergencies, mid size/plus size/curvy readers are encouraged!

No word limits but please use a 'read more' after 200 words

Works can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own

tag me @steviebbboi and use the tags #bbboi200celebration and #steviebbboiwritingchallenge in your entry so i can read/reblog your work! (If I somehow lose sight of your submission, please remind me and I'll take a look at it right away ☺️)

Most important one: Have fun!

How To Play:

✨ You must be 18+ to participate in this challenge!

✨ Choose one (or multiple 😏) BB's:

Chris Evans Characters

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Curtis Everett

Andy Barber

Hayden/Harvard Hottie

Nick Gant

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Henry Cavill Characters

Clark Kent

Napoleon Solo

Geralt of Rivia

August Walker

Charlie Hunnam Characters

Jax Teller

Raymond Smith *extra brownie pts if you write about him omg*

King Arthur

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes [he's all by himself im so sorry lmfao 🥹]

✨ Choose one (or more) of the following prompts:

*if you don't want to write smut, you don't have to choose anything from the kinks prompt! feel free to only use the following two prompts :)

soft dom!BB

clothes/naked ratio

size kink

slow and deep 👀

breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

somnophilia

free use

cockwarming

belly bulge

Squirting

consensual non-con

consensual dub-con

cumeating

creampie

anal/or dp

possessive/or protective manhandling!BB

oral sex

orgasm delay

dumbification

daddy/princess kink

overstimulation

sex pollen

prone bone

cockdrunk

threesome (BB/Reader/BB)

ass/pussy spanking

mild degradation

body worshipping

quickie/don't get caught (public sex, threats of exhibitionism, etc.) 😏

Grouchybb! who is only soft with you

Married and loyal!spouse

A/B/O

lumberjack!bb who is a teddy bear on the inside tho

mob AU

biker AU

soulmate AU

mutual pining/idiots in love

childhood besties to lovers

reformed playboy

professor AU

supernatural/mythical (gods, sirens, werewolves, witches, vampires, ghosts, oh my!)

frenemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

locked in AU/forced proximity

medieval AU

fake dating/relationship

sharing one bed

polar opposites attract

break up and make up

spy AU

meet cute

cowboy AU

gentle recluse!BB

brothers best friend!BB

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yes, take it, slut"

"It's not that big of a deal."

"God, why do you always do this"

"You're impossible."

"Then I guess we gotta be quiet, huh?"

"We're trapped."

"Shh, you wouldn't want anyone to hear, or do you?"

"You're taking me so well, baby"

"Good girl" *for fem readers; adjust accordingly!*

"Tsk, uh-uh, c'mere, honey"

"You always feel so good around me, baby"

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Here, let me help you."

"Yeah, are you a cockhungry slut, now?"

"I hardly think that that's necessary."

"Don't be a brat, baby."

"Aw, does it feel good right there?"

"I'm sorry!"

"What do you want from me?!"

"I didn't mean to!"

"What do you think you're doing here?"

"Nope. Again."

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Just stay still, there you go."

"Just one more, I promise."

"C'mon, don't you wanna be good?"

"Stay over there!"

"You better hurry up, baby."

"Thaaaat's it, you're doing so well, honey."

"Uhm, I'm not sure that's going to work."

"Please, I'll beg, please!"

"Be honest."

"Be careful there, darlin'."

"Are you okay?"

"Are you sure you wanna go there?"

Scenarios? Any! Go. Wild.

✨ I love reading/writing angst w/HEA, soft dark (nothing too dark though), fluff and SMUT (as you can see w/the many many kinks).

no incest (stepcest is ok if tasteful lol), no infidelity, no watersports, no murder, no gore. if you're unsure if a trope is appropriate, ask me!

if im ever uncomfy with writing something, i will lyk and we can talk more about it to see if we could work with it!

feel free to ask any questions!

i think i got everything!

Have the best time, laddies~ thanks for celebrating with me!

All are welcome to join in the fun! ❣️

Tagging a few mutuals who may be interested but no pressure bbs:

@bigtreefest @mercurial-chuckles @stargazingfangirl18 @yenzys-lucky-charm

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork @buckets-and-trees @hotdamnhunnam @laurfilijames

@autumnrose40 @eloquentlytired @misscherry-26 @stellar-solar-flare

@darsynia @navybrat817

[lanawinterscigarettes]

https://www.tumblr.com/scealaiscoite/764864799892979712/%EF%BE%9F%EF%BE%9F%EF%BE%9F%EF%BE%9F-%EF%BE%9F-november-prompts?source=share

sorry another blair prompt...have too many ideas.. but fluffy and tender leaning please 🥺

3, 22, 30 from list above and blair calling reader ma cherie (im SICK Why does she use pet names im weak in the knees)

✨️

I love all the blair requests you send in, keep it up! (and I haven't forgotten about your other requests, don't worry! they're being worked on as we speak 🥰)

original prompt list is here btw

Drunken Accidents (Blair Waldorf x gn reader)

Warnings: mentions of overdrinking, accidental bruising, brief mentions of addiction, teensy bit of hurt/comfort but mostly just fluff

"Here, press this on it," Blair directed as she handed you a bag of frozen peas she got out of your freezer, which you gladly took. You had a bruise forming on your leg, one that you'd earned after a night out of drinking.

Partying wasn't really your thing, but you couldn't trust Serena and Chuck by themselves. Knowing them, they'd probably end up drinking the whole bar, so you agreed to tag along only so you could supervise. Things didn't go quite as planned when you started drinking yourself, getting you in way over your head.

The bruise came into play when you were stumbling around outside the bar, on the phone with Blair while trying to hail a taxi. You'd tripped and fell against the curb, which resulted in a nasty welt forming on your lower leg. She immediately rushed over to get you before taking you back to your place, allowing you to sleep off the hangover before scolding you as soon as you woke up.

"You shouldn't have gone out there," she began, her brown eyes narrowed in a mixture of frustration and worry as she watched you flinch when you place the bag of frozen peas on your leg where the bruise was. "Serena and Chuck are old enough to take care of themselves."

"I just didn't want them getting hurt, okay? We both know that Serena's sobriety is pretty fragile, and Chuck certainly doesn't help matters."

She sighed at your words, knowing you had a point. "Well, next time I'm going with you, okay? I don't want you to get hurt again." The usual icy cold exterior of Queen B had melted away at the sight of you in pain, leaving behind a much softer version of your girlfriend in its wake that very few people got the privilege to see, you being one of them. "Now, come on, let's get you back to bed."

"Wait, I wanted to make a cup of tea first. Those always tend to help with my hangovers." You winced as you stood, setting the bag of peas on the counter as you got out the teapot, two cups, and a box of raspberry tea packets. "Do you want some?"

"I guess," she muttered with a slight eye roll. You didn't take it personally, knowing she was only trying to cover up her recent vulnerability with her usual snark.

Blair simply observed with a slightly curious gaze while you got the tea ready. Whenever she wanted something like that, she always got Dorota to make it for her, so it was interesting for her to see someone do it for themselves.

After placing the tea packets into the cups and pouring the hot water over it, you went to pick up both cups and the bag of peas at the same time, something that she immediately knew would be a bad idea.

"Ma cherie, wait. You're hurt, you shouldn't be carrying all of this stuff around," she scolded while taking the cups from you. "I'll take the cups, you get the peas."

You knew better than to argue with you, so naturally you did as she ordered you to and let her take them from you, hobbling out of the kitchen towards your room with her closely in tow. The bruise hurt more than you thought it would, and having to keep frozen peas on it made it difficult to walk, but still, you persisted.

"You can set the cups down on the nightstand." You gestured in that direction before carefully climbing in the bed. "I take it you're spending the night?"

She let out a slight scoff, almost as if she was offended by how stupid the question was. "Obviously I'm spending the night. I'm not just going to leave you here by yourself," she stated firmly while getting in the twin sized bed with you.

Your bed was certainly smaller than hers was, but she kind of liked it that way. It gave her the excuse to cuddle with you, her body always pressed flush against yours under the guise of her seeking your warmth whenever you slept in it together.

She handed you a cup of tea once you were both settled before grabbing her own and taking a sip. You chuckled at the face she made, one that very clearly gave away how much she disliked it. "This is a lot more tart than I expected it to be," she commented before taking another sip, only to make that same face again.

"If you don't like it, then why are you still drinking it?" You questioned with a slight look of amusement, drinking some of your own tea with no problem.

"I don't know," she replied with a slight huff as she set the cup back down. "Maybe I thought it would taste better the second time. And don't say that's stupid," she cut you off before you could reply. "Because I know it is."

"Well, if you won't drink it then I will," you said with a shrug while reaching for her tea, having already finished your own. "I don't mind things that are a little tart. If I did, I wouldn't be in love with you."

"God, you're such a sap," she scoffed, though her retort was soon made irrelevant when she pulled you in for a tender kiss, one that instantly took your breath away. "And that's why I love you."

Her eyes stared deeply into yours when she spoke, looking like chocolate orbs of love. "You're gorgeous," you muttered in response, setting the cup down so you could pull her in for another kiss.

The rest of the night was spent huddled up together under the blankets, stealing the occasional kiss from one another in an effort to stay warm. Blair woke the next morning to find herself practically laying on top of you with your arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace.

"Oh, ma cherie," she murmured while watching you sleep, leaning in to pepper your face with soft kisses. "I love you, even when you get drunk and accidentally hurt yourself."

"I heard that," you mumbled in a groggy voice, keeping your eyes closed when you spoke, though she could tell by the faint smile tugging at your lips her words didn't actually bother you.

"I'm teasing. I'm just glad you're okay." She gave your face a few more kisses, allowing herself to be pulled in closer to you when you shifted slightly on the bed, your hands finding their way to her back as you held her close. "I really do love you."

"Mm, I love you, too. More than anything." You emphasized the statement by capturing her lips in a loving kiss, her hands moving to cup your face as she allowed herself to be swept away by the affection she felt towards you.

Even if the situation itself wasn't very ideal, she was glad you got to spend the night together. Next time, though, she'd make sure to go out with you when you drank so you wouldn't get hurt.

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Privileges

|| Heather Chandler x fem!reader

|| Warnings; short drabble, drunk characters sober reader, Heather Chandler soft for reader, little dialogue

|| Summary; after a party, reader gets everyone home and enjoys some cuddles with Heather Chandler.

Requests closed!

Started; November 13th

Finished; November 13th

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The Heathers decided to leave the party a little earlier, taking you along with them. You were Heather Chandler's girlfriend and had been for a while now. You weren't overly close to the other Heathers or Veronica, but you hanged out with them. Getting along for the most part. Heather D was a different story. She didn't like you, but then again Heather didn't like anybody. In fact you weren't sure there was a single person she did genuinely like. So you never took it to heart. Knowing that that was just the way she was. Besides, Heather Chandler liked you. That's all that really mattered anyway, isn't it? As long as you're on the Demon Queen of Highschool's good side.

Heather usually didn't hold your hand or do much with you in public, unless she was drunk, but you didn't mind that. You kept close, walking with her and the others to her car. You were the most sober, barely having had anything. Which meant you were the driver. Plus, you were the only other one Heather trusted to drive her car. Privileges, right?

You got everyone home. Taking Heather Chandler last. You got her inside, then undressed and showered. Helping her sober up a bit. Heather let you take care of her, very little complaints about it leaving her. Soon enough you had her in her silk robe, laying in bed and looking at you fondly. Heather crooked a finger, beckoning you closer.

"C'mere.." Heather muttered, you got on the bed and curled up with her. Head rested on Heather's chest. She stroked your hair. She was softer with you behind closed doors. Because she did genuinely love you, as much as Heather tried to hide it from everyone. Including herself.

You snuggled right up to her; feeling the privilege of being so close to Heather Chandler. It was nice. Just what you needed after a rowdy party. You were sure she would try to flirt with you. Something, anything especially in her state. But to your surprise, you heard soft snoring. Looking up to see her eyes closed, hand stilled on your head. Looking the most at peace you'd ever seen her. You smiled and gently kissed her cheek, letting your lips linger. Letting her get her rest, knowing full well she won't be happy with her hangover tomorrow.

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as you all know, i went on a hiatus for quite some time due to a new school year starting + having to take care of my sick mom. during this time, me and my family were struggling heavily financially due to my parents both being out of work and I, unable to find a job.

this week, my mom passed away after a long battle with cancer. im still grieving over her death that i wasn't expecting to happen so soon. after all the expenses for the medicines, funeral, and burial, we're extremely low on money and im left with no choice but to disconnect all subscriptions and services including wifi.

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Im gonna join the Morgie Male reader fans and also request something xD

Please consider writing a story where Male reader and Morgie are dating but Morgie is just always talking about Uliana and constantly trying to impress her etc and Reader feels unvalued and like Morgie is actually in love with uliana and not him so drama i guess

I like hurting myself as you can guess 🙂

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Let’s not enjoy that!!!! But no I love some good angst; I’ve got you. You’re always welcome in my inbox sugar 💛

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Morgie le Fay x Reader

Pronouns used: he/him/his

Summary: just once he wants to feel like he’s not his boyfriend’s second choice

Warnings: angst, underage drinking (depending on where you are ig), Morgie isn't purposely a bad boyfriend he's just stupid. Pet names, Bestie Hades and Hook because the boys gotta stick together

Word Count: 2.3K

    His fingertips brush over different silks and starched cottons as he follows his boyfriend around the store, barely paying attention to dress shirts around him. How could he? How could the boy ever focus on the task at hand when all it did was ground his insecurities into his bones? Morgie is taking the lead as he walks through the store, occasionally lifting different button ups to feel them. Ones that seem to pique his interest led to him holding them against his chest, raising a brow to his boyfriend to silently ask his opinion. And (Y/n) does his best to respond, though it comes out more as hums and silent nods than true responses. His heart isn’t in this, he can’t focus on something like this. It is so incredibly obvious that he doesn’t want to be here, and maybe if Morgie would actually look at him instead of through him, the boy might notice. He won’t though, lord knows the sorcerer doesn’t have the time to care. Not when his task at hand is so dire. Uliana’s birthday party is only a week away, how could he think about anything but making sure it’s perfect?

   Obviously Morgie can’t look a mess, he just has to be in something new. And the gift has to just be perfect, he has to outshine everyone. Of course he does, he always does. Uliana was the sun in his solar system, and (Y/n) was barely even the tides that the moon was occupied with pulling. How could Morgie ever remember to pull the tides when he was so busy reflecting the light of the sun? How could he dare to wear something the sea witch has seen already when her eighteenth birthday was such a big deal? “Babe, you are being extremely unhelpful right now,” Morgie grumbles the words as he’s putting an honestly kind of atrocious golden silk shirt down. He’s turning away from his lover, venturing even further into the store. “Sorry, I’m just kind of tired. Didn’t sleep well,” his voice is far off to the sorcerer though, the boy too wrapped up in his own world to pay attention to a word that falls off of his fellow villain’s lips. “Once we find the right shirt we can go.” (Y/n) sighs, giving the boy a curt nod that he doesn’t even see. They’d been out shopping for four hours now, the bags in his arms were surely going to cut off his circulation soon and Morgie was still just as tuned into what he was doing as he was when they left the dorms. 

   They were supposed to see that new Nightmare on Elm Street sequel that (Y/n) had been dying to see, but now there would only be one showing left until the mall closed and it started in twenty minutes. He guesses he can kiss that plan goodbye, why would what he wants matter when Uliana was in the frame. He always fell behind her in Morgie’s priority list, he should have known that. Why would he dare to ask his boyfriend out this soon to Uliana’s “most important birthday yet”? He should have known better. The early weeks of November always took to Morgie being far more engrossed in his friend than his partner, he should have known better. 

    “Babe, can you please at least give me a color option? I’m drowning in options here!” He spares (Y/n) a look over his shoulder as he speaks, reaching back to grab his boyfriend’s hand to keep him behind him. “Go green, Uliana wears some green too,” the snarky tone has Morgie’s brows furrowing. If he looked back he’d see the way that he was shaking his head as he talked, sass falling off of every word. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah, let’s just find you a shirt, Morgz.” 

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  If the crew of the Jolly Roger would be known for nothing else, they would still go down in history for the parties they threw during their time at Merlin Academy. So of course, they would be the true hosts of Uliana’s birthday party, and it was set to be a rager based on that alone. Of course, every villain party was known to be a good one. Obviously the group known for breaking rules and dark magic would have a reputation of throwing good parties. But a pirate party? Those could go on all night, with just about every liquor you could think of. And though no one ever saw them bring a blender in, there would be daiquiris and piña coladas flowing all night just so they could convince you that rum was good. Surely once he was a few daiquiris deep Hook would be sliding a shot of rum into his hand with the false promise that he’ll like it this time. Though he’s yet to actually like it. 

    He might need it tonight though, considering that in the hour that they’ve been here Morgie has spoken to him twice. He’s too busy being Uliana’s dog, running around and doing whatever the sea witch asks of him. So (Y/n) has occupied himself with leaning on a wall, squinting as the blue and green lights are far too bright compared to their normal tones. He barely notices that someone has idled up beside him until there's a solo cup of what he’s pretty sure is a mango daiquiri under his nose. “You look like you need this,” Hades’ gruff voice rings out beside him, the soft sound of metal spikes against the wall accompanying it. He reaches out and nearly snatches it, sipping the drink and giving it a hum of approval. Definitely mango, god bless Hook for that one. “I might just love you, you know that?” He leans his shoulder against the god’s with a smile, sparing him a glance. “Yeah, someone has to take care of you. Shouldn’t your little boyfriend be getting you drinks?” He glances around, shaking the other villain off of him to instead slide an arm around him, “Or at least be near you? Where is he?” 

    A sound that Hades thinks is supposed to be a laugh slips out of the other boy’s lips, the boy seeming to snuggle into the god’s side. “Oh you haven’t heard? It’s his wife’s birthday. It would be wrong of him to act like he cares about the side piece on such an important day.” As (Y/n) finishes the statement he nods aggressively towards where Uliana is sipping on a piña colada on a make-shift throne. She’s glowing, talking to Maleficent and Morgie about god knows what with a tiara sitting on her head. At least she’s having a good time with Morgie’s attention, no one else seemed to be getting any of it this week. “Oh ouch,” Hades forces out a fake hiss as he taps the other villain’s hip with his own, “Calling yourself the side piece?” 

   “Yeah well,” he shrugs, tearing his eyes away from the green silk shirt and carefully styled hair across the room, “That’s what it feels like.” Hades shakes his head, letting his hand slide up and down his friend’s bicep, “Now, you know that’s not true.” “Yet.” The singular word earns his arm a squeeze and gains him a verbal scoff from his friend. “Morgie’s little snake heart beats for you. He’s an idiot, but he does love you, you’ve gotta know that.” (Y/n) bites his lip, sliding out from under Hades’ arm. “Shouldn’t Hook have tried to force a shot of rum down my throat by now? Where is he at?” He’s walking away as Hades watches him with a disappointed face. He did know that Morgie loves him, didn’t he? Hades needs to keep an eye on him.

   Hook is at the make-shift bar in the back of the hide out when the other villain finds him, pouring two shots in the comical little solo cup shot glasses that he keeps handy for nights like this. “Where have you been? It’s not a villain party if I don’t take a shot with you before I sneak out.” He smirks, slipping one of the two shot glasses into his friend’s hand before lifting his own. “How did you get Morgie to agree to leave this early?” At the mention of his boyfriend’s name, (Y/n) slams the bottom of the shot glass in their hand against the table before them, quickly throwing the rum back before he can process so much as the taste. A strong sip from his daiquiri follows it, sliding the shot glass across the table. “Another, Cap.” It makes thick brows burrow, grabbing the rum nonetheless as he stares at him. “Finally finding a taste for it, eh?” The boy shakes his head, “I just need it. I’d like to be able to sleep when I finally hit my dorm, easier if my mind is swimming.” 

   It makes the pirate beside him frown, sliding another shot to him, “That’s a lot of alcohol compared to what you normally go for, Lad. Morgie is walking you home, right?” It draws a bitter laugh out of the slightly tipsy villain, “No it’s his wife’s birthday. He’s far too busy for me.” As Hook opens his mouth to argue, Hades comes up behind (Y/n), his hands sliding onto the boy’s shoulders. “I’ll walk you home, idiot. As long as the daiquiri stays here.” It elicits a whine from the villain in his grip, (Y/n) leaning his head back to pout at him, “No fair. You gave it to me.” And Hades scoffs, “Yeah, to drink here. You’re not drinking on our walk back to yours.” Hook wants to argue that his friends shouldn’t leave yet, but something about (Y/n) simply isn’t right. Of course, there was always a bitter air around the topic of Morgie and Uliana but this level was new. He didn’t normally act like this, and if he was this set on getting drunk over it, the boy needed to go home. So instead of arguing, he raises his shot glass to (Y/n). The two villains knocking the little glasses against each other. “Down the hatch, Darling,” he smirks, watching the way that his friend raises his brows with his own shot. And they knock them back, the same way they had at every party the group had ever thrown. 

    Of course, normally Hook didn’t take (Y/n)’s drink so it “didn’t go to waste” right after. The boy wishing Hook a good night before double checking that the god behind him truly didn’t mind walking him home. Something that the villain was sure he could do alone but there was no way that Hades or Hook would allow that, not when the boy was like this. So Hades promises Hook that he’ll be right back and wraps a hand around (Y/n)’s shoulders to drag him out of the party and back into the chilly November air. 

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     (Y/n) knew his limits well enough, he was lucky for that. The second he hit the pillow he was asleep, and now he was awake without even the ghost of a hangover looming over him. Not that he wanted to be awake, he would much rather spend his Sunday wasting the day away in his bed. But how was he meant to sleep with that incessant knocking at his door? So with a begrudging whine and stiff joints, the boy finds himself swinging his legs over the side of his bed. The knocking only seems to grow louder and more urgent as he makes his way over to the door. “I’m coming, god!” A hand reaches out to snatch the door handle, basically ripping it open. Morgie le Fay all but tumbles into his room with the motion, center of gravity being thrown off as the wood he was leaning on is ripped from him. And he looks worse for wear, sweat dampened neck and dark bags under his squinted eyes. 

   “What?” He recoils at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice as if it bit him, a pout crossing over chapped lips. “Can you quiet down? My head is killing me.” (Y/n) rolls his eyes, scoffing as he goes to close his door. “Then go home.” A foot is thrown in the path of the door, stopping him from closing his boyfriend out. “I woke up after a party without you.” There’s this odd sense of disappointment hanging off of his words, eyes seeming to pout more than his lips already did. “Yeah, I’d assume so. I left hours before you did.” Morgie pushes his way into the room at that, softly closing the door behind him. “You did?” “Yeah,” there’s a scoff dripping off his lips as he makes his way back to his bed, “Which you would have noticed if you gave me so much as a minute of thought this past week.” Morgie frowns, leaning against the door with his arms crossing over his chest, “You didn’t walk home alone, did you? You should’ve come and got me. I don’t want you to walk around at night like that.” 

   “No, Hades walked me home.” Morgie nods, looking over at the boy curling up in his bed. (Y/n) obviously trying to make himself smaller as he attempts to talk about his feelings. As if he was doing something wrong. “So why did you ask Hades instead of your boyfriend?” He cuts Morgie a look, rolling his eyes, “I didn’t ask Hades, he just knows me well enough to know when something is wrong.” Morgie raises his brows, “And I don’t know you? I know you, I can tell when something is wrong.” It earns him a laugh, a twisted and broken one that makes his skin crawl. “You do, do you? Okay, then why did we originally go to the mall last Saturday?” And his stomach falls with his confidence. How was Morgie ever meant to come back from this one?

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[runnning-outof-time]

Hello Hello K!! 💗 I believe that this is my first ever request to you and im so happy that now is the time I was wondering if two can be sent at the same time but I guess I'll have to send one more 🤭 I was thinking 14 with Tommy from the three word sentence prompt list!! Loads of heavy fluff perhaps?? I will be looking forward to this and i cannot wait to read what you'll come up with, congrats once again 💋💋

Thanks so much for this lovely message and for sending this request in, M! I hope I put enough fluff in this one!! I hope you don’t mind that I set it as pre-canon….it can be read as a little snapshot of the Actions Speak Louder couple…it can also be a standalone as well. I also tried to change things up from the normal ‘homecoming’ story. Enjoy! :)

The prompt used is “I missed you.”

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You’re Home

Tommy Shelby x Reader (PRE-CANON)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 965

Summary: The war is over. (Y/N) wouldn’t have missed Tommy’s return for the world, but unfortunately her boss doesn’t find his homecoming as important as she does. But things have a way of working out this time.

— November, 1918 —

The bell to the flower shop rang, signalling that someone had entered the store. (Y/N) couldn’t even be bothered to turn and see who it was. She was too busy begrudgingly shoving another tulip into one of the orders that her boss had left her with. A deep frown was etched into her features, and it grew deeper each time she let her mind wander.

I should be welcoming him home right now.

“Excuse me, do you have any red roses for sale?” a man’s voice came from the sale counter. (Y/N) didn’t even bother tearing her eyes away from the arrangement she was working on.

“No, sorry. They’ve all been bought,” she answered, hoping the man would leave without another word. A few moments passed, but the shop’s bell never rang. He was still standing at the counter. She didn’t have to look to feel his presence. Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll leave, she thought to herself as she snipped the stem of the next flower she was planning on using in the bouquet.

The man didn’t leave though. (Y/N) waited a few moments longer, gaining as much information about him that she could from looking at him through the corner of her eye. He was dressed only in brown, and his - what looked to be brown - hair was slicked back.

She let out a sigh and finally turned when it became clear to her that he wasn’t leaving. She wished she never let out a sigh when she was who was standing at the counter. Her eyes widened, and she blinked a few times to rule out the possibility that her mind was playing tricks on her. But he was still standing there.

“Have you forgotten the sound of my voice, love?” Tommy asked her, a smile creeping onto his features as he saw her shock.

(Y/N) rounded the corner and was in his arms within seconds. Tommy held her tightly against him, nestling his face into her neck and inhaling her sweet scent.

“You’re home,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She clung to him like her life depended on it; like if she let go even the slightest bit, they’d both turn to dust and blow away.

“I’m home,” Tommy responded, turning his head to press his lips to her cheek.

They held the embrace for a few more moments before (Y/N) finally loosened her grip and stepped back slightly to get a better look at him. “I’m sorry I wasn’t at the station,” she said to him while wiping the tears from her eyes. “Mr. Johnson wanted me to work today.”

“There’s no need to apologize, (Y/N),” Tommy assured her with a shake of his head, “I knew you would have been there if you could. Your mum told me where you were,” he added then, laughing slightly when (Y/N)’s eyes widened for the second time.

“You went to my mum’s house?” she quite literally gasped, shocking filling her features once again.

“I did. I wasn’t sure where you were and figured she’d know,” he answered nonchalantly. (Y/N) took in the information, exhaled a long breath and decided to let it go. Right now she was just happy that her fiancé was home, for good. “All good?” Tommy broke the silence, making (Y/N) realize that nothing had been said for a few moments.

“Yeah,” she answered, taking a moment to really study his face. It looked sharper now than it did before, and any baby fat that was left had now disappeared. But she was still able to see her Tommy beneath it all. He became more prevalent as a smile started to break onto his features. God how she missed that smile.

“(Y/N)?” his voice brought her out of her thoughts and made her focus in on him again.

“Yeah?” she asked, wondering why he said her name.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” she breathed while nodding, a smile taking over her features as she felt her cheeks heat up. She just had to look away from him to conceal her reaction. Tommy’s chuckle told her that he’d saw it though. She’d been with him how many years now and still she’d get shy around him.

Silence surrounded them again until she lifted her head to match his eyes once more. Tommy hadn’t taken his gaze off of her since he entered the shop. She almost wanted to melt - again - under his gaze.

“I just…I missed you,” she whispered after a few more moments passed. She bit on her bottom lip to try and stop the tears from flowing, but they were too quick. Tommy saw them before she could swipe them away and he had her back in his arms within seconds.

“I missed you too, love,” he whispered back as he held her tight against his body. “But I’m not leavin’ you again,” he added, his words making her hold onto him even tighter. He took hold of her shoulders then so that he could hold her at arms length. “You hear me, eh? I’m not leavin’,” he told her again, his eyes focused right on hers.

“Please don’t,” she whispered through her tears.

“I won’t,” he assured her, “and we’re gonna get married. The first chance we have. I’m gonna make sure we have the wedding you deserve. Ok?”

“Ok,” she nodded in response, a smile forming on her face as she wiped the last tears from her cheeks. “I love you, Tommy,” she said then, her words making a smile form on his face.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he repeated the phrase before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

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please expect delayed responses, i am a busy person and i only do this for fun.

i will be choosing what’s in my askbox, so there may be a chance i won’t be able to do yours, but no worries! send as much as asks as you want.

i will only do one prompt, if i like yours a lot i might do two. i will cross out the prompts i have already done

word limit will be 1k-8k depending on my mood.

i accept anon asks of course, but i prefer answering from non-anons.

i think..i’ll do spicy fic? it really depends, but i’ll add it as an option anyway. i’ll be likely to not choose it.

i accept platonic requests! i love platonic dynamics.

last but not the least.. i will be using songs i like as prompts! hope you enjoy.

🍿 CURRENTLY SHOWING

ticket format: character, prompts, setting, your ideas.

🎥 ACTORS

characters available: bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, cassandra cain, stephanie brown, barbara gordon, damian wayne, kate kane, koriand’r, raven, wally west, roy harper, zatanna zatara, selina kyle, donna troy, conner kent.

📼 PLOTS

type of fic: fluff, angst, headcanons, nsfw, platonic

📀 MOVIES

list of prompts

falling behind ー laufey

promise ー laufey

lovesick ー laufey

second best ー laufey

fragile ー laufey

daylight ー taylor swift

casual ー chappell roan

still into you ー paramore

the night we met ー lord huron

mr. loverman ー ricky montgomery

champagne problems ー taylor swift

i can do it with a broken heart ー taylor swift

buy the stars ー marina

love. ー wave to earth

enchanted ー taylor swift

hot to go! ー chappell roan

my love mine all mine ー mitski

me and my husband ー mitski

i won’t say im in love (im in love) ー hercules

astronomy ー conan gray

heather ー conan gray

all too well ー taylor swift

cardigan ー taylor swift

boats and birds ー gregory and the hawk

roommates ー malcom todd

die with a smile ー lady gaga & bruno mars

good luck, babe! ー chappell roan

stella brown ー jelani aryeh

a night to remember ー beabadobee & laufey

send my heart with a kiss ー stephan sanchez

glue song ー beabadoobee

sparks ー coldplay

yellow ー coldplay

nothing ー bruno major

dandelions ー ruth b.

paper rings ー taylor swift

too sweet ー hozier

like real people ー hozier

angel baby ー troye sivan

strawberries and cigarettes ー troye sivan

guilty as sin? ー taylor swift ft. jason todd

love like you ー rebecca sugar

pretty please ー dutch melrose & benny mayne

🎥 TICKET EXAMPLE

‘ for your event can i have bruce with ー me and my husband and fluff and (your idea here) ‘

thats all, please enjoy!