#imagine the romantic TENSION like they are just holding each other’s heads and they are so so close but neither of them close that gap

[eddiesxangel]

Just Peachy | E.M

TJ’s 2K request celebration!

Anonymous asked: Hey i was wondering if i could request a friends to lovers eddie x reader, its romantic and the tension finally breaks, its their first time with each other and the reader absolutely blows his mind sucking and fucking him, shes the best hes ever had and he wasnt expecting it to be THAT good, hes just sprawled out flushed and sweaty like hes seen god 🤭🤭 Im just imagining him trying to get up to pee and his legs give out, he face plants in the hallway, his cheeks just out 🍑 and youre both giggling

wc: 2.9k

Cw: friends to lovers, your and Eddie’s first time together, smut, oral (f + m) , p in v, talks about cuming inside but Eddie is wearing a condom.

Concealing your emotions around Eddie had become increasingly taxing over the past couple of months. Although you've been friends for a little over a year, you couldn't help but notice that something had shifted in your interactions with him.

You felt giddy when you were together. Your face, cheeks, and ears would feel on fire whenever he complimented you. You also found yourself thinking about him first thing in the morning, and when your head hit the pillow, fantasies of you and he would play in your mind until you fell asleep.

The flirting between the two of you was so unbelievably blatant, and any time you innocently did it in front of your friends, they would make gagging noises. You never thought much of it because that’s just how you and Eddie were, that’s how you’ve always been, it was never serious for you, until it was.

It was one particular comment he had made that made it all switch for you. It was late at night, and you and he had been smoking together at his place. He’d told you that “you are the only person in the whole world who makes him feel whole.” You could have kissed him right then and there, and that thought scared you.

Ever since that night, Eddie has always been at the forefront of your mind, especially on the night of that party, when he expressed his feelings for you during a game of truth or dare.

In all honesty, Eddie had been set up by Dustin and Steve. They were tired of hearing him go on and on about you for a year and a half, so they fed Eddie a bunch of alcohol and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare.

Finally, when it was time, Steve asked Eddie, “Who do you like?” He drunkenly but confidently said your name. You hadn’t believed him because he was so drunk, but Nancy reminded you, “Drunken thoughts are sober words.”

When you were both sober the next morning, you marched your way to the trailer to set the record straight. You needed to know if what Eddie said had any slice of truth to it. At first, he refused to even look at you, embarrassed by his actions, but when you confronted him about it, he could only nod his head ‘yes.’

Your stomach erupted with butterflies as he confessed he’d always liked you like that. Like more than a friend. He didn’t want to lose you because you’re one of the most important people in his life.

You didn’t let him finish speaking because your lips were on his. This kiss was everything that you had wanted it to be. It’s the type of kiss you’ve only been dreaming about every night before going to bed.

After one of the best makeout sessions of your life, Eddie insisted he take you out on a proper date before things moved forward because “you deserve the world.” His words, not yours.

Dating Eddie was fun and easy. You were such good friends before, so you were already comfortable with one another, but now you got to steal kisses and hold each other's hands without worry. The only problem was that you’ve been on five dates with Eddie, and neither of you has yet to make a move past steamy makeouts.

It was weird, in a way. He was your friend, and you didn’t want to seem too pushy, and neither did he. You both were too chicken to let one another’s hands roam too far without worrying about the other's reaction.

Eddie didn’t even know if you would want to have sex with him. You said you liked one another more than a friend, but you were you. You are everything to Eddie, and if he fucked this up by moving too quickly, he would never forgive himself. So, he played it safe.

Stolen kisses on cheeks, innocent hand holding—he wouldn’t initiate further than kissing until you wanted, but the problem was that you and he never talked about it, and he was not picking up on your signals.

It was coming to the end of your sixth date with Eddie, and you would be damned if you let the night end with you in your separate beds.

Eddie walked you to your door and went for a kiss goodnight, but you stopped him, “I want you to come inside.” You smiled sheepishly, and Eddie, nothing but your local follower, humbly listened to your request.

“Can I get you a drink? You ask as you guide him to your living room couch.

“Sure, I’ll take whatever you’re having.” Eddie rubs his sweaty hands over his jeans.

You come back a few moments later with two beer bottles in hand.

“Thanks,” Eddie smiles, seemingly more comfortable.

“Eddie, can we talk about something?” You ask nervously as you sit down.

Shit, here it was. You want to go back to just friends.

“S-sure” Eddie swallows the lump in his throat, the confidence suddenly drained out of his body.

“Do you think I’m attractive?”

“What?” This is not where he thought the conversation was going.

“We’ve known each other for so long, and this is our first date, and we haven’t… you know…” You look down, embarrassed to say what is on your mind.

“Haven’t what, sweetheart.”

You take a deep sigh, building up your confidence.

“Sex.”

“Oh uh-I”

“It’s ok if you’re not attracted to me-“

“What! No! God no!”

“Then why haven’t you made a move?”

“I didn’t want to scare you away…”

“Scare me away?

“ I’m obsessed with you to the point it’s a bit embarrassing.”

“And I’m not obsessed with you?” You counter back.

“I didn’t think you’d be into me like that…”

“It’s all I think about.”

That was the confirmation that Eddie needed to hear.

“So do you uh,” he ears his throat, “want to umm.”

“Yes,” you nod your head enthusiastically.

Slowly, Eddie leans in to kiss you. It’s soft and gentle until you lean in and press into his lips more.

A low moan leaves Eddie’s throat, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as his hands trail up your upper thigh to your waist, pulling your body closer and closer until you are straddled on top of him.

Finally, he was taking control like you had wanted for so long. You pulled away to catch your breath, pushing Eddie’s brown tendrils out of the way so you could latch your lips onto the side of his neck.

“Mmmm, baby,” he moaned.

Your heart skipped a beat with his words; that was the first time he’d called you that, and you yearned for more.

“God, I want you so bad.” his breath had become heavy as his chest pumped up and down.

“You have me, baby,” you bravely let slip the pet name.

“Fuck” he groaned as the blood rushed down to his stiffening cock.

“How do you want me?” Your confidence was growing with each passing touch.

“Fuuuuuck, you can’t just say shit like that to me, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” You pout playfully.

You could feel his cock against your cunt, and you rolled your hips to test out the waters.

“Oooh! You are a dirty girl.” Eddie grits through his teeth as he stills your hips by gripping onto your ass, and a wave of arousal floods your lace panties. The panties you’ve been saving for each passing date.

“Can I suck your cock?”

“Yes,” Eddie blurts out without a second passing thought.

You slide off the couch, and Eddie shifts forward for you before he undoes his pants while you place a pillow under your knees.

The butterflies in your stomach still haven’t settled as you wait impatiently to see what he looks like. From what you could feel in his lap, he wouldn’t disappoint you.

As Eddie shifts the fabric uncovering his cock, your mouth waters with anticipation. You’re mesmerized by the sight of it, it’s long and thick, and the tip is so pink it’s just begging to be sucked, kissed and licked.

Eddie watches as your face turns into a grin as you bite your lip. You’re entirely giddy as you lean forward to take his hard length in your hand.

A soft “fuck” leaves Eddie’s lips as the tips of your fingers brush the shaft and take it into your gentle fingertips.

“You’re so big,” you purr.

Eddie was about to respond but your mouth is enveloping his cock.

“Oh my god,” he sputters. He cannot believe that this is his life, that he is here with you at this very moment. He never thought his most intimate daydreams would one day come to fruition.

Eddie snapped out of his own head as you sunk down lower and lower until you reached the back of your throat. You tried to breathe through your nose, but it was too much, so you returned to catch your breath.

“Holy shit, baby!”

There he goes, throwing around that word again, which makes you melt for him. All you want is to please him, to make him feel good.

“You like that baby? You like sucking on my cock?”

Fuck, he has a dirty mouth.

A whiny “mmmmmhmmmmm” fills the room and only enhances Eddie’s pleasure.

You feel his hands grip your hair, pushing it out of the way for you. So ever the gentleman.

“Need to see you, pretty girl.” There was no way Eddie was missing the sight of you taking him in your mouth because a bit of hair was in the way.

Eddie was trying everything in his power to not buck up his hips into you and down your throat. You were making it so hard because you were so good at this. Too good…but Eddie couldn’t let his mind wander about how you are so good at head. No, he will allow himself to enjoy this moment. He’s waited 20 months for this moment.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted as your mother slid up and showed the shaft, swirling your tongue on the tip each time before repeating it over and over and over again.

You can’t help but touch yourself as you’re also pleasuring your boyfriend. The way his words were affecting your body was too much to ignore any longer.

“Oh my god, you’re so hot; I need you; I need you now.” he watched as your fingers slipped between your skirt and your ruined panties, and he couldn’t take it anymore. God, he wanted to fuck you so badly.

“Mmmmmm, Eddie, please fuck me.” You remove your mouth and replace it with your hand as you jerk him off.

Your face is dripping with the mix of pre cum and saliva. Your eye makeup was a little smudged from the tears from when you gagged on his cock, but Eddie never thought you looked more beautiful.

“Come here.”

“You going to ride me baby? Show me how much you want me? Or are you going to let me fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Who needs legs anyway” you let out a shaky laugh.

Eddie’s face morphed into a mischievous grin as he threw you over his shoulder and brought you to the bedroom.

He flopped you on your back, and you landed with a giggle that quickly was cut off by a hot kiss.

Before you knew it, you were both finally naked, and Eddie was taking in every inch of you like he was committing your body to memory.

“Perfect,” Eddie whispered before leaning in to kiss you. “Perfect,” he moved down to kiss your neck. “Perfect.” He muttered into your breast, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth and making you arch up into him. He repeated his actions until he got to your weeping pussy.

“Oh baby, look at you, you’ve been crying for me, haven’t you… You just want so much attention; that’s why you’re so wet for me. Don’t worry. I need you just as badly.” He stuck out his tongue and ran it up your slick slit making you let out a long, drawn-out moan.

“There’s my girl.”

Another wave of arousal washes through you at the term of endearment.

“Holy shit,” you try and catch your breath, but his tongue keeps going.

Eddie fucks your pussy with his tongue so good you can’t believe this is real. He’s eating you like you’re his last meal, and he’s enjoying every last drop.

“Eddie, baby, oh god!” You’re cuming in his tongue before you even comprehend what’s happening to your body.

“Did you just!” He pops up in shock that he was able to make you cum in a few short minutes. In all honesty, he was kinda sad it didn’t last longer. He loved being between your legs. It was his new favourite spot.

A breathy “uh-huh” leaves your chest as you soak in the euphoria.

“Can we…. Do you want to?…. I can—”

“Fuck me. Fuck me now, please. I don’t want to walk tomorrow.” You begged in your fucked-out needy state.

“Keep talking like that baby.”

“I need you so bad; I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, please, Eddie.”

You were so long in your begging that by the time you had finished talking g Eddie already had on the condom and was aligning himself with your pussy.

“Are you ready?” he asked, and you answered by pulling him into another long, passionate kiss—one full of wanting and need, one that was much overdue.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Eddie mumbles before he slowly slips himself into you.

The stretch was so good; you had been more than prepared for his cock, so when he entered you, all you felt was pleasure.

“Oh god.” You clawed at his back, biting down on his shoulder, pussy clamping down on him.

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” Eddie was already having a hard time fighting off his orgasm as his hips slowly rocked back and forth into you.

“More.” You plead.

Eddie situated himself so he could fuck you like he meant it, to fuck you so good you’re seeing stars.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” You had no idea what was coming when it came to sex with Eddie.

He was an animal, a beast, a man untamed.

His hips start getting faster, and his movements are calculated and raw. Each undulation of his hips into you was so delicious you could no longer think. You’re crying out as his cock hits your sweet spot in each thrust. He works his cock into your pussy as it sucks him in each time, taking him in willingly and refusing to let go.

“That’s it, baby, taking my cock so good” he watches as his cock disappears inside of you, gripping onto your soft inner thighs to spread your legs as wide as they can go.

“Look at that baby,” his thumb brushes your swollen clit, “so pretty and puffy for me,” he praises, and your pussy clamps down on him once again.

“Oh, she likes it when I’m nice to her, huh?”

Fuck he needs to stop talking to your pussy, or else you can’t hold on much longer.

“I want to come!”

“Come on, my cock, baby, show me you’re mine.”

That did it for you. Your second orgasm takes over your mind, body and spirit. Your floating on a cloud as Eddie rolls his cock into it and runs your clit so good you’re seeing stars.

Eddie is out of breath, but he still continues chasing after his own orgasm.

“I want you to come,” you mindlessly say, not realizing you're talking.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you full of my cum. Is that what you want?”

“Please! Give it to me, baby,” you pout, and the look on your face sends Eddie over the edge.

Jagged breaths fill the silent room as Eddie collapses on top of you before he rolls over to catch his breath.

“Wow.” Is all you say before giggling.

“Did I rock your world or what.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. It's too bad it took you this long to do it; we could have been doing this for weeks now.”

“Hey, come here,” he drags you into his arms, stealing another kiss.

“I’m going to get a towel.” Eddie sits up on the edge of the bed so he can take off the soiled condom and toss it in the trash.

Not realizing how shaky his legs are, they give out, and he falls forward.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You start laughing.

“God damn, I fucked you good, didn’t I?” he laughs.

“And you said I was the one who couldn’t walk tomorrow.” You shriek in a fit of giggles as Eddie lay on the floor, ass up face down.

“You’re a goddamn succumbs, you know that? Sucked the life right out of me.” He laughs into the floor.

“Your ass is like a fuzzy peach, I want t to bite it.”

“Why don’t you come over?” he says, dragging you into his arms. And have a taste, then.

[nanivinsmoke]

Rated-R

saw this art from @/yunonoai on twitter and i cannot stop thinking about it. enjoy ya freaks

roommate!Choso x F!reader

summary ~ when the movie is a little bit more than you both could handle.

warnings and tags ~ porn, mentions of drinking, fingering, oral, sexual tension, nervous choso, teasing, semi-pussyjob, facial, cream pie, degradation, rough sex, squirting, etc~

“what about this one?” you asked, holding up a dvd and showing it to the raven haired male who nodded in approval at your movie selection. popping it into the dvd player, you pressed play and got up from your position on the floor to sit next to choso on the couch.

every friday night the two of you planned to do something with each other, being that it was your only free night out of the week. with you being busy with work and school, and him being busy with work; this was the only time the two of you had for each other.

thanking him for handing you your glass of wine, you relaxed onto the couch and watched the flat screen tv in front of you as it played the movie. The movie starred your favorite actor, satoru gojo. anything he was in automatically became your favorite movie of all time and if he was shirtless, trust you’d go back to the store to get three more copies.

this time it was a romantic comedy and Gojo played the part of the funny charming crush pretty well. while your eyes were glued the to screen, choso couldn’t help but to keep glancing at you from his peripheral.

you were the most beautiful girl that stepped foot on campus, he knew it and everyone sure damn well knew it too. it was no doubt that he had such a huge crush on you. the first time you spoke to him nearly made him cream his pants right there in the study hall.

from that moment on he tried so hard to avoid you, but it’s like fate kept pushing him to you. be it work or school, he was always around you. and when you asked him to be roommates with you because rent was too high, he immediately gave you his half of the rent.

even though you two got closer, he couldn’t help but be still so shy around you. he was in love with you and you knew it too. walking around in your panties and a small shirt that made nipples stand at attention, just to tease him only made it harder for him to not want to feel your soft gummy walls.

choso didn’t care about watching the movie anymore, so he pulled out his phone and turned the volume down; scrolling on instagram to look at your page. he could look at you for hours and if he’d brush up on his art skills, his whole sketch pad would be filled with you.

you glanced over at him, blushing as you caught a glimpse of the video he watched of you. he quickly double tapped it before moving onto the next one. you turned to look at him, he was shirtless—his abs chiseled and defined. and then you took in his features. the sharpness of his jawline, the way the bags underneath his eyes brung them out and his hair that’s usually pulled into two high ponies, sat low on on his shoulders. oh how you imagine tugging on it as he sucked on your pussy like it—.

you whipped your head around towards the television, hearing loud moans and skin slapping coming from it. you had no idea that there was going to be a sex scene, a long and raunchy one at that. your eyes were glued to the screen and you only moved to place your empty glass on the table next to you.

choso had to put his phone down and when he heard the lewd noises coming from the the screen, he couldn’t look away and he couldn’t look at you either. imagining that him and you were on the screen instead, had him rock hard in his pants and he had to grab one of the couch’s pillows to hide his boner from you.

neither of you said anything, not able to look away—your minds clouded with lewd images. choso slipped one of his hands underneath the pillow and into his sweatpants, stroking his boner—the stiffness and the hardness caused him to stifle a moan. precum leaked from his thick mushroom tip the more he slowly rubbed himself to the thought of you cumming around his cock.

hearing soft moans and whimpers on the side of the couch, he turned his tired eyes towards you—blushing when he saw you clutching your boob and your thighs pressing and rubbing together. he couldn’t believe the sight, you were doing that right next to him? he couldn’t stop looking as you pinched your nipple through your t-shirt, your mouth turned in a slight frown—too aroused from watching gojo fuck the woman in the movie.

and when you finally lock eyes with him and softly moan his name, his cock nearly ripped out his pants. “please, choso~,” your voice low—a soft moan following behind. his nervousness left his body the moment he leaned up and hover over you, laying back on the couch—spreading your legs for him. he took a good look at your body, your nipples standing at attention and the wet stain on your panties made it damn near impossible for him to not cum right on the fabric.

his rough hands traced your inner thigh, sending flutters to your pussy. you grabbed his hand, making him pull your panties to the side—unable to bare the overwhelming sensation. “please touch me~” you begged and he leaned down to kiss you for the first time, his lips soft against yours. his hand rubbed up and down against your folds, covering them in your slick—causing you to whimper in between the kiss.

he back away from your addictive lips, leaning down to be eye level with your dripping cunt; his tongue meeting your clit. you gasped and clutched the side of the couch, his tongue swirling and sucking on your sensitive bud. choso had been dreaming about this moment; tasting you, slurping up your fluids to satisfy his thirst. this felt all too surreal for him, but he wasn’t going to stop. not now, not ever.

the more he tongue fucked you the more you desired to cum all over his pretty face. and when he finally pushed in his middle and ring finger, those soft moans of yours became louder; drowning out from what was still playing on the television. you manicure now tangled in his deep brown locks, pushing his head further into your slick; grinding on his face—building up your orgasm.

“you taste so good” his words vibrated against your cunt, causing your back to arch off the bed. it felt so good, you were so so close and he could feel it too. his pace quickened, dipping in and out of your walls with precision. your toes curled and the grip on his hair got tighter as you came right there on his tongue. moaning his name as you ride out your orgasm, while grinding sloppily against his face.

he still pumped his fingers inside of you and didn’t detach himself from your sensitive clit either, working on another orgasm out of you. this one more intense than the last. “oh my fuck! ch-choso~” a stream of clear fluid splashed out and onto his face, catching you both by surprise. he had made you squirt, lapping up the sweet liquid that dripped down his face. you had never squirted before, none of your exes could ever pleasure you that good.

leaning down to kiss you again, you happily accepted his tongue inside your mouth—tasting yourself. gasping when you felt something hard poke you, you pulled away and looked down to see his cock standing up through his sweatpants. ‘there’s no way…’ you knew he wasn’t going to fit inside of you either, but damn were you going to try your hardest.

a smirk etched on your face as you began to grind against his clothed cock, earning a low gasp from him. his eyes planted down on your pussy teasing his cock, your slick mixing with his precum had created a huge stain on his pants. the friction earned a moan from both of your lips, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your bodies.

“can i….please..?” he asked, his tone coming off more as a beg—his dark purple eyes connecting to yours while he pushed himself more onto your pussy. you nod and quickly slid your soaked panties off, throwing them to the far end of your living room, while he did the same with his sweatpants.

‘oh my fu—so big~’ you thought, eyes widening at the sight of his cock. it was so pretty too, couldn’t stop yourself from staring at it. his tip was so pink and had so much pre-cum pooling out of it and from his tip to base he had vein running from it and he was neatly trimmed. you could feel yourself getting even more wetter the more you stared at it, you were gonna have so much fun with him.

getting closer to you again, his angled his cock at your little entrance before he paused and looked at you. “do we need cond—shit, y/n~” he moaned breathlessly as you pushed yourself down onto his girth, answering his question before he could even get it out. “i want to feel all of you cho~,” a whimper leaving your mouth as he began to fill you up.

he thumbed your clit and held your other leg up, easing the pressure as he pushed in you. when all of him was finally inside, he didn’t move and allowed you to get used to his size. the feeling of you clenching around him made him slowly move his hips, stroking in and out of your tight little cunt.

he was so so so fat—he was stretching you out with each stroke with his tip brushing over your spot, clit throbbing as a result. oh you knew you made the right decision when you asked him to be your roommate. choso moved slow, but hit all of the right spots—not wanting to hurt you. “choso, you could be rough with me….i can take it,~” he looked at you wide eyes, hesitant to do anything further until you gave your nod of approval.

all the air was sucked from your lungs when he slammed his hips into yours, his tip making out with your cervix. this is exactly what you wanted, to be fucked like a whore. he grabbed you by the hair, making you watch as he begun to tear your pussy in half, stretching you completely. “look at how good you’re fucking taking me. cunt’s so fucking wet.”

nothing played on the tv, but all that was on your mind was cumming for you roommate and have your belly full of his cum. balls slapping your cunt hard, cream coating his dick with each stroke and his hands now at your throat, fucking you so hard into the soft burgandy couch cushions.

“you love this shit, don’t you? mhm—I knew you were a slut, teasing me with those little ass panties. fuck, gonna let me breed this cunt?” his hand was still wrapped around your throat, only allowing you to nod. he strokes became faster and harder, your little cunt would be sore the next day. he let out a loud groan, his load panting your walls in long thick ropes.

he knew you were going to cum that way you were squeezing and milking his cock as he came. “hold it. don’t cum, yet” you whined as he pulled out of you, halting your orgasm. He sat back on the couch and pulled you on top of him, entering you with ease and pushing your head down as he proceeded to pound the shit out of you.

choso jackhammered you like his life depended on it, grunting in your ear while you moaned softly into his. the sounds of your slick made it harder for him to not bust inside of you again, not before he made you cum again. “daddy, please don’t stop—pound me harder!” hearing the name you called him made his dick twitch, he held your waist and slapped your ass as he pounded you harder.

you couldn’t hold it anymore. his cock became drenched when you squirted, wetting up the couch cushions underneath you. pulling you off of him in a swift motion, he got up and began jerking himself off in front of your face—spurting out thick white loads, covering your pretty face completely.

a wave of nervousness fell over him again and he quickly began apologizing for cumming too much on your face, but when he saw your finger glide on your face and dip into your mouth; he calmed down. a smirk etched into your face as you continued to lick the load off your face.

“mhm, we need to do more movie nights. especially if it’s going to end like this~”

[lucysarah-c]

Hi, Lucy, Good evening! (our countries are neighbours, so I'm supposing it is evening for you too)

Feel free to don't answer if you don't want to, but, how do you think that would happen if Levi was head over heels for his girlfriend, like, he genuinely thinks she is the love of his life but she grew up in a house with very cheesy and affectionate parents so she just normalizes it as what romantic love means and well… Levi is Levi. She is also very affectionate and a bit clingy and Levi makes it very clear that he hates PDA and even in private he doesn’t act half of clingy as she does, so she starts to think he doesn't really love her and breaks up with him, but without telling him why because she doesn't want to hurt him, but she tells the reason of the breakup for a friend and Levi overhears it.

Do you think he would try to win her over again? Or he would feel offended because he tried his best to be a good partner and she still broke up with him without even communicating?

Thank you for reading anyway, love you!

Hi there! Good evening!

This is such an interesting scenario! If Levi were genuinely head over heels for his girlfriend, thinking she’s the love of his life, but she grew up in a very affectionate household and normalizes that as the standard for romantic love, I think there would definitely be some tension. Levi is, well, Levi—he’s not exactly the clingy type, and PDA would probably make him uncomfortable. But if his girlfriend is very affectionate and he’s not reciprocating in the way she’s used to, it’s easy to see how she might start to feel unloved.

If she broke up with him without telling him the reason, I think Levi would be deeply hurt. He’s not one to easily open up or express his feelings, so for him to have fallen in love to that extent would be huge. Hearing through a friend that the breakup happened because she felt he didn’t love her—when in reality, he was just expressing love in his own way—would probably frustrate him. Levi values honesty and straightforwardness, so the lack of communication would likely sting.

Also, and I do think this is important too… imagine how Levi feels? Imagine if someone told you basically that "how you love them its not enough" that your way of being isn't enough… I would honestly be extremely hurt. I can see Levi promising to do an effort of being more vocal about his affection to her but she should ALSO do an effort of understanding him. Imagine constandly living with someone who feels that what you do is not enough?

That being said, I don’t think Levi would feel offended in the sense of holding a grudge or thinking she was unreasonable. He might feel hurt and misunderstood, but I think his love for her would outweigh that. If he truly believed she was the love of his life, I can see him making an effort to win her back. He might not do it in a grand, romantic gesture—because, let’s be real, that’s not Levi—but in his own way, he’d want to make things right. Maybe he’d have a serious conversation with her, explaining his feelings and how he shows love differently. Levi isn’t someone who gives up easily, especially not on someone he cares about deeply.

So, yes, I do think he’d try to win her over again, but it would be in a very Levi way—direct, honest, and with the intention of understanding each other better.

(this is rather funny because it's a whole 4 chapters issue in Holy Ground, my main fic)

Thank you for question! Love you too!

[theverystrangegirl27]

˚‧꒰ა♡໒꒱‧˚ Love Me ˚‧꒰ა♡໒꒱‧˚

summary: Bill and Ted find out no one has ever made you come before, and they aim to fix that

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral (f receiving)

“No one's ever made you come before?”

Ted asks, exasperated.

Mortified, you shake your head no.

“Bogus.” Bill declares, eyebrows furrowed in thought.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment your innocent conversation about music had turned into a conversation about your lack of orgasms, but here you are, sitting in Bill and Ted's small apartment with an unopened Metallica album in your lap.

Ted's still looking at you in disbelief, eyebrows disappearing behind his shaggy dark hair and his lips parted.

“Like, never?”

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous. You roll your eyes, setting the album back into its crate.

“I mean, it's not like I've never come before.” You huff, and that blue stain on the carpet is suddenly very interesting.

“Just, no one makes me come like me, y'know?” You shrug your shoulders, looking up through your lashes to find the two boys stuck staring at you.

There's a shift in the room, the atmosphere filled with this strange sexual tension that you're not used to having with these two.

Bill looks at Ted, Ted looks at Bill, and they both grin. Somethings been passed between the two of them, and you can't help but feel a little left out.

You frown, looking between the two of them.

“What?” You ask, a little self-conscious all of a sudden.

You feel too bare in your tank top, the urge to shrug your flannel back over your shoulders overwhelming.

Bill looks at you with a smile, white teeth on display, and a playful look in his eyes.

“Y/N, we've just had the most excellent idea.”

“Yeah,” Ted agrees, a twin smile on his own face.

You tilt your head, resting back on your hands.

“And your idea is…?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

“We're gonna make you come!” Ted exclaims, over-eager as always.

Your eyes practically bulge out of your head.

“Huh?” You exclaim, flustered. Your cheeks get hot, and the air in the room feels way too warm.

“C'mon Y/N,” Bill starts leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.“You're like, a total babe! We wanna help.”

You feel a flutter of affection shoot through your heart at his words, and you take a moment to really look at Bill.

His legs are spread from where he's sitting on the couch, expression earnest as ever. Those pretty blue green eyes of his hold no hint of malice, no sign that this is all some elaborate prank.

You swallow, not sure how to respond.

“Uh, only if you're okay with it, though.” Ted adds, mistaking your expression for subtle rejection.

You blink a couple of times, biting your lip as you think on it. Would it really be so bad? Two of your closest friends learning your body, helping you come?

The idea sends a pleasant thrill up your spine, and you break into a shy smile.

“Okay,” you begin. “But I wanna do it on a proper bed, not in the living room.”

The boy's look incredibly pleased, sending each other wide smiles as they air guitar. You shake your head, impossibly endeared.

Once you've made your way to the bedroom- deciding on Bill's bed because it's the least cluttered- Ted puts on a tape, loud guitars and heavy drums filling the room.

You throw your flannel to the ground, left in jeans and your tank top. Leaning back on the bed, you flip your hair over one shoulder.

Bill, eyes wide and a dopey, sweet smile on his face, approaches you first.

“Just relax, babe. We'll take care of you.”

He leans forward, hand coming to cup your face as he pulls you into a kiss.

Your fingers grip the comforter beneath you as you lean into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut.

Bill spreads your legs so he can stand between them, one knee bent on the bed as he pushes you back against the mattress.

Kissing Bill is a lot sweeter than you imagined, his usual laid back, charming demeanor changing into something softer.

Out of the two, Ted's always been the romantic, but it seems that Bill has a side of himself he's never shown to you.

How lucky, you think, that he's giving that to you now.

Moved by your own analysis, you move a hand to the back of his head to pull him back with you, his body pressing you gently into the sheets. You tangle your fingers in his curls, licking into his mouth with a muffled sigh.

His hand slips to your waist, fingers splayed across your midriff underneath the tank top.

“Woah,” you hear Ted breathe from where he stands at the foot of the bed.

Bill and you break for air, just looking at one another for a moment before you glance over his shoulder at Ted.

“C’mere, Ted.” You call to him softly, stroking at the nape of Bill's neck as he kisses at your collarbones.

It's so easy with these two - you feel yourself getting wet as Bill pushes your tank top up and over your breasts, lips trailing down the soft skin there.

Usually, you're never this worked up so early, but something about these boys drives you crazy.

Ted moves to your side, leaning over you to kiss you. He's a little clumsy with it, sweet in a way that makes your heart flip around in your chest. You smile as you pull away, looking into his dark, lust blown eyes before leaning back in.

Bill makes a soft noise from below, having exposed you nipples to the cool air of their bedroom.

“You've got like, the best tits babe.” Bill says, making you laugh a little as Ted settles in beside you.

“Totally,” Ted agrees, one hand coming down to toy with your right nipple.

You sigh, watching the both of them as Bill kisses down your chest, hands unzipping your jeans and getting a hand down the front of them.

“You know what would be sick?” Ted says, voice a little rough. “If you got ‘em pierced.”

Bill, momentarily distracted by Ted's comment, looks up with a wide grin.

“Dude, that's an excellent idea!” He exclaims, and you squirm a little to get their attention back on you, sitting up a little to shrug your tank top off fully.

“Bill, baby,” you intone sweetly, batting your eyes. “Could you help me with my jeans please?”

Bill goes kind of soft, eyes molten with lust as he swallows.

“Fuck, sure thing babe.”

What follows next is the quick zip of your fly, and you lift your hips as he drags them down your legs.

You sigh, head rolling onto Ted's shoulder when Bill presses soft, sweet kisses to your panties. His lips are warm over the fabric, and your breath hitches as he hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and pulls them down.

“Bill's really good at giving head,” Ted says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It's his favorite.”

“Yeah?” You breathe, eyes wide as Bill looks up at you through his lashes, lips pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Oh yeah,” Ted says. He's holding you close, fingers toying with one nipple. “You're gonna love it.”

You scoff, face flushed with anticipation.

“We'll see.”

Bill, taking this as a challenge, smiles against your skin. He gets both hands under your hips, pulling your pussy to his mouth in one fell swoop.

You yelp as your lower body shifts and your head lands in Ted's lap.

Dark, lust blown eyes blink down at you, Ted's hair falling into his eyes a little as he smiles.

You bend your neck to look at Bill, ready to chastise him, but all that comes out of your open mouth is a gasp as Bill's tongue swipes over your clit.

He's so gentle with it, lips soft and firm, where they press against your heated flesh. Two blunt fingertips trace your entrance, gathering the wetness there and only just dipping inside.

You find yourself curling your fingers into Ted's jeans, hips twitching a little as Bill suckles a little on your clit.

Most guys you've been with hardly know what the clit is, let alone know where it is.

Bill, on the other hand, looks entirely focused on giving you the best head of your life, brow furrowed as he mouths at your cunt sweetly.

Ted leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Told you he's good.”

You can't respond, lost in the way Bill's fingers move within you. He curls them up, hitting something inside of you that makes your toes curl.

You move to grip his curls with one hand to ground yourself, tilting your head back.

Bill hums against your cunt, content to stay down there forever, and you wouldn't complain if he did.

Ted's playing with your hair, peppering light kisses across your forehead. You can feel how hard he is beneath you, and you open your eyes to look at him.

He's looking at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen, the only thing he wants to see for the rest of your life.

It makes your heart swell and your pussy throb, arching your back a little when Bill curls his fingers up.

He groans against your pussy, low and aroused at the very taste of you. You can't believe this- no man has ever made you feel this good.

“Fuck,” You whimper, Bill's slow and steady pace picking up a quick, pulsing rhythm that leaves your thighs shaking.

“I'm gonna come” you breathe, disbelief lacing your tone as you stare up at Ted with big, watery eyes.

He strokes your hair, fingers trailing down the side of your face.

“Yeah, babe?” Ted asks sweetly, tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Fuck, I bet you're even prettier when you cum.”

You can't focus, your mouth falling open, back arching, fingers scrabbling for purchase in the sheets.

“Bill, Bill, oh my god-” Is all you're able to get out as your thighs clench around his ears, your pussy pulsing as you come on his fingers and tongue.

You're shaking, eyes closed tight as Ted presses a kiss to your forehead, sweet nothings tumbling out of his mouth.

Bill fingers you through it, kissing the inside of your thigh as those pretty blue eyes look up at you, a self-satisfied smirk settling across his lips.

When you finally open your eyes, Bill's leaning over you, a hand coming to cup your chin.

“Was that good, babe?” He asks, searching your face.

You're still panting a little, and you can't help yourself as you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him hard.

Tasting yourself on his lips is hotter than you expected.

You break for air, sitting up and in Ted's lap, whose hard as fuxk in his jeans.

You lick your lips, looking between your boys.

“I'm gonna make both of you come so hard.” You say, a mischievous grin on your face.

Bill and Ted look at each other, then back to you.

“Excellent!”

[deestorytime]

I got prom coming up and what if you wrote something about levi and reader doing a prom send off for their kid (or like some fancy ball their kid is goin to) and like it’s fluffy n cute and tooth rottingly sweetly and romantic 😭

Ok I tried to make it as cute as possible, ngl I was kicking my feet the entire time I was writing it. I hope you like it!

Levi stood at the doorway of your child's bedroom, admiring the sight before him. Your daughter was dressed in a stunning, elegant outfit, ready for her first grand ball. You both had spent weeks planning every detail. She nervously adjusted her attire in front of the mirror as you dabbed sweet, scented perfume behind her ears. Levi stepped forward to straighten the fabric of her outfit.

"You look just like your mother," Levi remarked.

 "And you’ve got your father’s eyes," you added, opening a tiny box to reveal a gold necklace with carnelian gemstones and placing it around your child’s neck. Your family heirloom, passed down through generations, now adorns your daughter.

"You're going to have the most wonderful time," you tried to assure her.

 Levi cleared his throat, attempting to ease her nervousness and lighten the mood. "You know," he began, "…let's just say that dancing was never really my forte." His eyes met yours, and you knew exactly what he was thinking about.

You chimed in, eager to paint the picture for your child. "Oh, you should have seen your father at our first ball. He was all dressed up but absolutely mortified at the thought of dancing. He was humanity’s strongest soldier but put the man on a dance floor…….!?"

Your child's laughter joined yours. "I can't imagine Dad dancing!"

"Alright, let's not exaggerate," he retorted, smiling, and it was a sight that warmed your heart every time. "Let's just say I've had my... challenges. But, in my defense, your mother was incredibly patient with me. She taught me a few steps right there on the dance floor."

 You nodded, “Just let yourself enjoy the moment, regardless of how clumsy you might feel. Your father and I danced most of the night away, those moments we spent stepping on each other's feet are some of my most cherished memories."

Levi's gaze shifted from your daughter to a small music box resting on a nearby shelf. With a slight smile he walked over and picked it up. Holding the music box in one hand and with a flick of his wrist, he opened it.

 A soft melody filled the room. "Come," he said, extending his other hand towards your child. Momentarily taken aback, she smiled and stepped forward, placing her hand in his. Levi guided her gently, showing her where to place her feet, how to move in time with the music. The initial awkwardness quickly faded, replaced by laughter. You watched, your heart full, as Levi and your child began to move more fluidly, her initial awkwardness replaced with confidence. Levi, despite claiming he had two left feet, was an amazing teacher. Just as the last notes of the music box's melody began to fade, a sharp knock came at the front door.

Levi motioned for her to stay put. "I'll get it," he said. Opening the door, he found her date, visibly nervous, standing on the doorstep. The young man was well-dressed, clearly having made an effort for the evening, and held a small bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Good evening, sir, I'm Matteo," he managed, extending a hand towards Levi.

 Levi assessed him from head to toe before accepting the handshake, his grip firm but not hostile. "Evening," he finally said. "Come in." He stepped inside, his eyes darting between Levi and the staircase where you and your child were standing. The air was charged with silent tension.

“Sir, I—" Matteo started, but Levi quickly cut him off.

 "I trust you understand the importance of tonight. My daughter means the world to us. I expect you to treat her with the respect and care she deserves. Am I clear?"

 Matteo nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir. I— I really like her. I promise to take good care of her tonight." Levi studied him for a moment longer before nodding. "Have her home by midnight," he added. As Matteo agreed, your child descended the rest of the stairs, her nervousness replaced with excitement.

"You look amazing," Matteo said, his eyes lighting up as they took in your child's appearance.

"Thanks," your child replied, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You look great, too."

As Matteo and your daughter made their way to the door, you called out, "Wait, just a moment." You rushed to grab your camera. "Stand together, just there," you instructed, pointing to a spot where the soft light from the hallway fell. "Okay, ready? Smile," you said, your finger poised over the button.

"Thank you, Mom,"

 "Just one more thing," you announced, a mischievous twinkle in your eye that both Levi and your child knew all too well. Before she could protest, you pulled her into a warm, enveloping hug, planting a loud, smacking kiss right on her cheek. Levi's chuckle filled the room; however, your child's reaction was instant and dramatic.

 "Mom! Dad!" she protested.

 "Have a wonderful time," you replied.

"Alright, alright, see you later, guys," she conceded, a laugh escaping her as she waved goodbye and walked away. As he closed the door, Levi pulled you into his embrace, his lips finding yours in a kiss.

 "she grow up too fast," you said. "We did good, didn't we?"

He nodded, your head resting against his shoulder. "We did great."

[fullsunised]

Hey <3 Can you please do a first kiss with NCT dream imagine? Think it would be cute.

𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠²¹: 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗦

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: suggestive

a/n: bro I actually had this idea, didn't do it because I figured a lot of writers would've done it before. anyways, hope this is it.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

he has been thinking about you non stop, like 24/7, 365 days. thinking about how it felt to hold you close, how it felt to have you around him, how it felt to wake up next to you, how it felt to touch those soft pink lips of your's. he's taking about it with johnny, jaehyun and everyone in existence around him, because as much as he'd love to have you romantically, he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two shared. 

after much pushing from nct dream, 127 and everyone he had ever consulted, he finally decides to do it. 

"uh..I have something to tell you. Can I play a song for you?"

has all the chords, and everything prepared cause it's do or die. you'd shut your eyes, enjoying his sweet voice and the music, until all the noise suddenly stops. you open your eyes then, looking at him who had his fingers crossed. you tilt your head to the side, confused but also finding all this adorable asf.

"Can I umm...kiss you, please?"

he'd be so respectful about it. when you nod, he's leaning in pressing his lips against your's. the first few seconds would be awkward. your lips would be just stuck together, no movement whatsoever, and then you move your lips softly against his, he replicates your gesture cupping your cheeks.

first kiss with him feels like the sky during sunset, fierce yet calm. it's reassuring, so much that you could entrust your all to him. he treats you like a doll, a delicate one at that, making sure everything and anything he does doesn't make you uncomfy.

such a cutie.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

boy wouldn't even think about kissing you, cause in his mind you were his and he was your's. but when his members bring the question up, he's suddenly wondering. ways to ask you out and that.

you two would be sitting on the couch, watching a random Disney film that you paid little to no attention to. your legs would be all tangled up, the close proximity increasing your heart rate but none of you would say anything. when it was time for you to leave, he would hear all the words his members have ever said to him replay in his head.

would take you by surprise by grabbing your face, and pressing his lips against your's. you'd yelp softly, using your hands around his waist to stabilise yourself. and you kiss, successfully.

renjun didn't want to admit to himself but that was the best feeling ever. he hated himself for missing out on feeling your lips for so long, just because he was a delusional shit.

"that was great!". smiling from ear to ear- both of you equally. he'd lead you back inside, and after that there is a mandatory sleep over with smooches, pecks and kisses floating in the air.

first kiss with him feels like fireworks exploding inside your soul. he would pour all the love he had prepared all this time into your first kiss, giving you more to cherish and less to ask in return.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

there was always a bit of sexual tension between you two. even if you didn't acknowledge it as such, it was still floating around everytime you were close to each other. it was very bothersome to the rest of the dreamies, which is why they came up with a plan to lock you two in a room.

it would be really awkward at first, both of you standing on the opposite sides of the room, not knowing what to do. you'd take the initiative to ask them to open the door, but of course they would never listen would they.

meanwhile, he is contemplating his options. what would be the worst thing to happen right now, if he were to kiss you? he'd go over his options over and over, again and again before deciding to go for it. if it went wrong, he'd loose you, but he knows it's worth trying.

because you were calling for help outside, your front is against the door, your voice screaming. he'd turn you around pressing your back against the door. taking your cheeks in his, he'd lean in. realising what was happening you'd close your eyes ready for his soft lips on your's.

"Uh..I like you, would you like to be my girlfriend?"

first kiss with him, is rough, passionate because he has to give you everything he held himself back from all this time. it's the feeling of never getting enough and wanting more.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

playful banter. that's all that would be happening between you guys. flirting is a must, haechan was an open flirt, and you were able to match his energy as equally. you two would be seated in the comfort of your couch, the sounds of thunder roaring outside.

playing some game together, facing each other. it would all be a playful banter. "the looser has to kiss the winner", he would propose. you'd look at him weirdly. "How would that benefit the winner?", you question. he shurgs setting everything up.

taking him up on his challenge, you begin playing. the game would continue on for about an hour or so, you'd grow increasingly frustrated ready to loose the game. and you do. he'd look at you smirking, puckering his lips up like a little shit.

rolling your eyes with a small blush on your face, you use to hands to support yourself and connect your lips together. you'd be damned to think it was that easy with him, he's moving away, looking away doing everything to playfully avoid your lips. done with him, you'd grab his chin, and finally connect your lips together.

"you cannot resist me, can you? now do that again"

first kiss with him is playful, childish, it's like revisiting your days in school, crushing on someone so hard that when you finally kiss him, it all feels worth it.

my favourite idiot.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

mutual pinning would be a must with you two. it's so painfully obvious you two like each other, but no one was confident enough to make a move. well, you two act like a couple even if you weren't so, in the end its all the same to you to.

he'd be cooking in the kitchen, you sitting on the counter watching him work his magic. you know he's making the move when he's eyeing you the whole time, subtly to see how your mood has been, just in case it doesn't turn bitter.

would slip up in between your legs (not in a dirty way ;)) anyways, would hold the sides of your thighs, leaning in, even though he wants to slam his lips onto your's, desperately craving your intimate affection, he'd still be respectful enough.

his lips would hover over your's, words of permission leaving him. "Can I?". you'd nod shyly, stealing your eyes away from his. he'd chuckle against your lips (SO HOT BRO STOP), holding your chin and kissing you.

he's slow with it. loves the way your lips taste like your watermelon chapstick. you're arms around around his neck, pulling him closer, literally wanting him inside your skin.

"You taste addicting, my love"

first kiss with him is comforting. like rushing back to find comfort in the arms of the person you love the most. would treat you like a princess, the one that deserves everything in this world.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

with him, it's different. you almost like him as much as you almost dislike him. it's more of a hate love dynamic between you two. so when you were making food for him after loosing a bet, you'd find yourself irritated by how much he's talking and making fun of you.

strings of words, and chuckles and laughs leave him the whole time, so much that you swore to god you'd to anything to shut his ass up. that's when the idea of actually shutting him up for good striked you out. why can't you kiss him? you were sure to yourself, you liked him a little atleast when he's not being annoying and that.

walking to him, who was seated on one of the kitchen islands, you held his chin, and pressed your lips against his- definetly shutting him up for good, or maybe even breaking his brain in the process because it takes him a whole lot of 5 seconds to respond to the kiss and kiss you back.

a blushing mess later, because he didn't just see you win against him. would be stuttering the whole time cause bro he's just taken aback, flustered every thing that would express surprise.

"That's so unfair"

first kiss with him would be cotton candy, the tastes of your chapsticks mixed together, creating something special only you two would be able to cherish long.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊  ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

you two had started dating a few months ago, but both of you were very shy to initiate any sort of skinship, you were kids in the world of relationship after all. it would be a very normal day, both of you sprawled across the floor playing video games together.

fighting to beat each other. he enjoyed being around you, you bought calm into his always noisy heart. because he was about to loose he'd come up with a plan to snatch your controller away from you, and hold it high in the air.

of course, you had to get it back and win otherwise what was the point of existing really. you'd stretch your hands out, reaching to hold the controller or even touch it, but it was him, with his long hands he pushed it the farthest he can.

before you realised, through your fighting, you were on one of his thighs. embarrassed, you were about to get off and leave the room but he held you back by holding your wrist. taking in the fact that he was leaning closer, you closes your eyes and waited for him to connect your lips.

"I was waiting months to do that"

first kiss with him is patience. the need to have each other close all the time, it's the love he had stored for you pouring out after long.

©️FULLSUNISED.

[unearthlyramblings]

The way he looks at her...

Hanako spends most of his evenings watching over Yashiro. He claims to stay by her side for protection while she sleeps, but it's clear that his nightly duty brings him more than just peace of mind regarding her safety.

a/n: inspired by this post ! enjoy some fluffy musing about Hanako's thoughts while watching Yashiro dream. banners: @cafekitsune 💕

Amane couldn’t quite recall what it felt like to dream anymore. The sleep-induced sensory experience haunted him like the lingering scents left behind by an extraordinary feast in an empty kitchen. The memory is just far gone enough that he can’t picture it precisely, but he could almost taste it if he closed his eyes, balled his fists, and concentrated hard enough.

The thoughts that ran wild in his mind while watching Nene like this were the closest to a semblance of a dream that he felt in decades. He gazed lovingly at the rise and fall of her blanket-covered shoulders, and he smiled as her soft cheeks puffed out upon each exhale. It was a habit— or rather, a guilty pleasure— he had developed over the past few months, guarding her while she slept.

He floated beside her on the bed, hovering just a few inches above her sheets. As he lie there on his side, his elbow and forearm propping up his head, Amane's thoughts meandered in vain hope. He crafted a storyline in which he might enter whatever dreamland Nene was lost in and whisk her away toward the fairy tale ending she had always hoped for; a beautifully-spun, romantic fantasy that he would rarely let himself indulge in. During moments like this, it was hard to chase the bittersweet thoughts from his mind.

Amane fawned over Nene’s every sleepy sigh, leaning closer to analyze her expressions whenever her nose scrunched up and the crinkle of her brow indicated discontent. While he couldn’t stop her bad dreams, he found that he could provide some comfort by pretending to smooth out the skin between her brows. He would run his index finger from the top of her forehead down to the bridge of her nose over and over until the tension on her face disappeared. While Amane knew she couldn’t really feel his touch, it seemed that, somehow, his intent and efforts were not lost.

It had been several months since they each swallowed the mermaid scales. “Bonding ourselves to each other until death do us part,” as Amane often joked. Over those months they had grown more and more fond of each other— though neither of them would ever admit it.

He moved to hover above Nene so he could get a better view and take in the entire picture of her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful under the pale orange moonlight filtering into the dark room. He could almost let himself forget about the impending tragedy his delicate flower was destined to face.

A tree outside of the window left a dappled pattern of shadow across her pillow and cheek. Amane could spend hours tracing the outline of it on her face, taking care to accentuate each minute detail if only so his fingertips could linger on her warm skin for a few seconds longer.

Nene’s lips parted slightly and some of her stray hairs fluttered in the wake of her soft breaths. He watched her every movement intently and began to wonder if there was any veracity to his previously held belief that ghosts completely forfeit the ability to dream in death. That the lack of real sleep holds spiritual beings back from experiencing the fleeting, calming sense of euphoria that comes with a sweet dream. When he gazed down at her, his serene angel, Amane’s mind seemed to succumb to the long forgotten feeling of blissful imagination.

Amane still couldn’t recall the exact sensations of being immersed in a dream, and maybe he never would. But he found himself content with knowing that his time spent watching over his love was a close substitute.

[dayshipper]

I just had a thought...

What if JJ and Kiara are no longer together after the 18 month time jump? Hear me out...

I love Jiara, but I think we all know how mundane some storylines can become when slow burn couples inevitably get together. What if all the Jiara moments we have seen so far, i.e this...

...is actually just a flashback and JJ and Kiara aren't actually together anymore?

While I feel like deep down this is unlikely to happen, I've kinda thought about it and, don't kill me, but I feel like the angst would be soo good if this were to happen! Don't get me wrong, I love Jiara (I've been on this train since the beginning!) and I am dying to see how they act around each other as an actual couple; however, it might also be interesting to see them try to find their feet before they become the ultimate obx couple.

I don't think they have to prove anything to anyone because they have already made it clear that they would die for one another however, we haven't seen them be a proper couple in the real world yet.

Let's theorise. So far, we know the Pogues got the gold at the end of season 3 and they've blown most of it by starting their businesses and recreating Poguelandia 2.0. What if this, along with maybe Luke coming back into the picture, has created a rift between JJ and Kiara. Maybe JJ is trying too hard to become the ideal guy for Kiara by using his share of the money for all the wrong reasons and Kiara becomes resentful of this because after all, she didn't fall in love with what JJ could become, she fell in love with him for who he was, warts and all.

Or, maybe JJ is struggling with his new found wealth and feels that there are expectations he has to live up to so he is distracting himself by entering into dangerous motorbike races and gambling his money away. Seeing JJ put his life in danger isn't something Kiara is willing to support so maybe this causes them to sever ties.

Now that s3 established them as a romantic couple, we are no longer doubting ourselves by thinking 'wait, was he jealous or am I reaching?' because now that they are/ were together, all the moments we get of them from now on will always have an underlying romantic tension. Even more so now. Even if they aren't together, they will always care and find a way back to each other so I'm not saying they won't be endgame (because they are), I just feel like it could be interesting to see them struggle to get there. Even though I know it feels like it has been a struggle already...

Imagine Rafe trying to crack on to Kiara with JJ around or Rafe making fun of the fact that JJ couldn't hold on to his girl 🤡 OMG I would die. Probs won't happen though after Kie abandoned Rafe in Barbados... but imagine!

To me, this photo ^^ seems a bit angsty. It looks like they're having a dmc and JJ is saying something that Kiara is grappling with... Maybe they were lumped together because everyone else is coupled up and they have had to share a bed and Kiara is not feeling comfortable with it because while she definitely wants to be with JJ, maybe the decisions he is making aren't ones she can get on board with and she's frustrated by it all.

Ugh I don't know, I haven't fully thought this through it just popped into my head. I just had this sudden realisation that while it might look like they're together in the teaser, what if they're playing with us and they're not. I think it would be too perfect if all of the Pogues were coupled up and lived happily ever after, romantically speaking.

Realistically speaking though, the likelihood of everything I just said happening is pretty low. 💀 I don't really see this eventuating although, I'm not ruling it out completely. They have been through a lot already so I don't think they will want to break them up. But if they did, it won't be for long, maybe only a couple of episodes before they get back together for good, hopefully in an epic way. Can't have too many of those!

Either way, I CAN'T WAIT to watch them be together, whatever that may look like!! J4L

[talesofurbania]

Prompt Continuation

This is a continuation of Prompt 387 by @nuttynutcycle (full credit to them for their amazing idea)

Original prompt:

The hero frowned at the sidekicks flinch. "Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you." They stroked their protégée's hair softly.

The sidekick knew all too well how that hand could twist and hit and hurt in ways no one would see. 'Not hurt you?' Maybe not now.

"The forums think we like each other." The hero said casually. "There's 'unbridled tension in every look.'"

They didn't know what to say to that. Fear and love were interchangeable when viewed through a mask.

The soft hand wrenched the sidekicks head until their gazes locked.

"What do you think? Is there romantic tension between us?" The hero's look made it clear that there was only one acceptable answer.

(Continuation starts here)

TW: abuse

The sidekick’s throat had long closed up with dread, but they jerked their head against the hero’s painful grip and hoped they would take that as a yes. 

‘Good.’ The hero’s fingers loosened their hold. ‘In that case, what do you say to a little press conference at headquarters?’

The sidekick was thoroughly confused. Imagining themselves in front of a crowd of flashing lights and microphones made them feel queasy.

‘Press conference? Why?’

‘To tell everyone that you are mine, of course.’ The hero stepped back, smiling. As if they had just said they had gone and bought cereal for breakfast. The sidekick was far too sharp now to miss the undertones. Or the coldness behind the hero’s upturned lips. 

They had to do it now. The few half-formed ideas they had mulled over flew out their head like papers blowing out an open window. A new thought coalesced. It was crazy. But the sidekick was desperate. Trying to look confident, they headed for the door. 

‘Where are you going?’

The sidekick looked back and willed themselves not to recoil from the hero’s narrowed eyes. 

‘Just going to pick up my laptop from my mum’s. I need it tomorrow for work…I was going to do it tonight, but what with the press conference and-and the whole relationship afterwards–’

‘Ah.’ The hero’s brow relaxed minutely. 

‘Why don’t I come with you? Make sure you don’t get into any...trouble?’ .’ 

‘Oh that’s kind of you.’ The sidekick was trying to think above the white noise of panic. 

‘But-But if you came, what with our (they swallowed) romantic tension, she’d be able to tell - she’s quite good at that actually (it wasn’t a lie). And then she’d gossip to all her friends and then all the surprise and…and delight of your announcement would go to waste.’

The hero paused. And then smirked. 

‘Good to see you’re as eager as I am about this’, they remarked. ‘Fine. You’ve convinced me. But you will be back by six. Or I won’t be happy.’ 

The sidekick knew full well what that meant. They saw the hero’s fingers twitch. Taking a deep breath, they nodded and forced themselves to walk sedately from the room. 

The villain’s sidekick was enjoying a good nap in their dorm room, reaping the rewards of a day off after an exciting night of bank-robbing with their mentor. They were startled awake by a loud banging on their door. Groaning, they yanked it open but every angry word on their tongue fizzled out as the hero’s sidekick stood gasping for breath and near tears in front of them. 

‘Please’, they panted. ‘I need to talk with your boss. Now.’

[lial-mhnl]

what are your p1 x p2 headcanons

I had to retype this thing a lot because there was a lot of typos but AHHHH!!! I’LL SPEAK THEM

First off, the deeper ones

- Neither of them know much about loving or have a lot of experience with genuine love. P2 has had to deal with the Bitch for most of his love experience (not genuine love, I feel like he married her for money), while P1 has had little experience besides a girlfriend he used to have a week before going postal from the ads of Postal 1997

- With that, I feel like they don’t know how to express their care for one another that well either. Although they do care a lot about one another and confide in each other, I don’t think they know much about expressing love. Especially P1

- Even though they don’t often know how to express their love to one another, I feel like they’re able to show it through smaller things. Whether it be going out to errands together, telling about their experiences, or just being close for a little while in bed, I feel like they still go together through thick and thin and show their love without much words

- Comforting moments (hugging after emotional events or such) are often filled with tension. Neither of them would really know what to say, and often times it’s completely silent beyond just how they hold one another

Now for more smaller ones

- P2 doesn’t often say verbal expressions of love and neither does P1. Often times their romantic gestures are quick pecks on the cheek or temple, basically around the face. They’re often very quick though, and I feel like P2 would be the one to break away from it most of the time

- P1 is somewhat terrified of whatever P2 has gone through since it’s just so.. bullshit insane. When they tell their stories about what experiences they’ve gone through, P1 just stares in shock somewhat as he listens to what P2 saw in AW and PL

- Both of them smell like shit. But P2 smells a little more like more shit. P1 comments about this

- When it comes to showers and bathing together, I don’t think they’ve ever done that much beyond maybe once. I feel like they might find it awkward as shit and they just take individual showers

- SLEEPING TOGETHER!! I think they’d stay apart for most of the times they sleep together, even if they sleep in the same bed. Though I feel like there’s some nights that they stay close like spooning or hugging (positions of which who is who are interchangeable)

- Their ‘hangouts/dates’ are just P2 taking P1 out with him for errands. But it has the same vein to it as dates

- P2 has more experience with romantic gestures than P1 due to the marriage he had with the Bitch, so he has more confidence with kissing and holding

- On the topic of kissing, P2 is often quick with it. Lip kisses are rare, and if P2 does it first it’s often quick and messy. P1 is more slower with it, since he hasn’t had much experience

- (More indulgent HC) I imagine that they would sometimes be next to each other and put their heads on on one another. Like P1 putting his head on P2’s shoulder and just.. being there

- This one is just kinda based off of how in postal redux there’s mostly medkits for healing but I feel like P1 has more experience with bandages and medical kits than P2. Also referencing the health system in Postal 2 where you can just eat a shit ton of donuts to get your health back from 50 —> 100, I feel like P1 would often have to bandage P2 up because of that. Also I think he’d tell him off about that too, maybe. (More indulgent there but you get me.. maybe…)

YEAH! I’m sorry if a lot of it is ooc.. ah….

[nangel]

Paparazzi, part thirteen

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Tension

Maureen was talking a lot with Charle’s friend Steve who is a professional footballer and they met each other a long time ago cause Charles plays football too but besides his racing for example for charity events but only for fun mostly, which he tolerated me last night. We dragged our suitcase along with Steve and Charles. “I can’t…wait…to be…in England…” Olga panted, dragging her suitcase. “Me neither…I’ve never been there” i said casually. “Is it possible that Maureen fell in love?” Annabelle asked me and I chuckled. “I don’t think so to be honest” i said in a whisper and Annabelle laughed. Charles turned back to look at me snd immediately gripped hold on the suitcase to roll it for me. “How sweet” i said smiling and he gave me a wink. When I looked at him I saw the perfect man in him. I could imagine really good that he was that type of man every girl wishes for he probably would be the perfect boyfriend and the sweetest. I could already tell that he was good in his actions and that he was boyfriend material as Olga said. He was already really romantic and good with touch. “Why are we even outside?” i asked him confused. “Private Jet” Charles said casually and my eyes widened. “What?” i asked quietly before adding. “Are we…are we flying with a…?”. “Yes” he said in a whisper almost mockingly. “Holy shit” i shouted excited. “Okay no matter how much I disliked Charles at first now I like him” Olga said smirking. “Oh god” i said rolling my eyes.

We kept walking a little more and as soon as we saw the private jet our jaws dropped. “Get used to it” Charles whispered and I chuckled. As we arrived at the private jet our suitcases were loaded and a woman that stood next to the stairs which led into the jet. “Mister Leclerc, a pleasure to see you again” she said smiling at him and I watched him and her. “For me too” he said looking at me while I was standing between Annabelle and Olga. “Flying alone?” she asked flirtatiously and I narrowed my eyes at her question. It was a pretty dumb question, I mean yes, I also ask dumb questions sometimes but that was absolutely ridiculous. Olga turned to me and me m, her snd Annabelle gave each other knowing looks before turning to the private jet again. “As you can see not, no…”he said as he quickly grabbed my arm pulling me to him to put his arm around my shoulder which made me look at him amused. “I see…” she said trying to laugh before adding “Don’t worry…the jet’s ready” she said stepping to the side. He smirked at me. “Are you coming with me?” he asked me whispering into my ear. “I’ll stay with Olga, Annabelle and Maureen” i said softly and he nodded. “I’ll get Steve” he said giving me a knowing look and I whispered a thanks which made him smile snd laugh. He took Steve with him getting inside with him, giving me a smile before disappearing into the jet. I walked to my three girls” I think I need a glass of champagne” I said and Olga nodded. “Me too” she said and Annabelle cut us off. “Let’s just talk about this bitch first a moment” she said and i looked at her. “That was crazy cute…she was flirty, he pulled you close” Annabelle said stunned and Maureen nodded. “It really was” maureen said smirking and I looked on the floor before scratching the back of my head. “Oh no…I know that look” Olga said patting my shoulder. “Tell us, Maddy” Maureen commanded and I sighed. “Charles broke up with Alexandra” i whispered looking out for the blonde standing 5 meters away from us. “You’re joking” Maureen said shocked and I shook my head. “Like…breakup-breakup?” she asked and I rolled my eyes. “Thank God! God must be a woman…and she’s on my side” Annabelle said and I calmed her down. “Alexandra was a stupid bitch…a barrier…now she’s gone…problem solved” Olga said casually and we looked at her confused. “Really” Annabelle asked annoyed and Olga raised her hands. The blonde woman interrupted us. “Are you coming too?” she asked almost impatiently and Olga and Maureen gave her a bitch-stare. “We really should” i said and they nodded.

We made our way inside and Charles waved at me to come over. I came over and looked around. It looked pretty luxurious in here, like in a movie. There also were huge seats and enough for us six. “Are you impressed?” he asked softly looking up at me from his seat. “Yeah” i said amused. “I can’t wait to see you at practice today” i said smiling. “I can’t wait to see you cheering for me tomorrow” he said giving me a wink. “We’ll see about that” i said laughing devilish and he pulled me down onto the seat next to him. “Hey” i said amused. “Is everything okay” he asked and I knew that he was referring to me and my friends. “Of course” i said with a smile. “Good” he said and I smiled at him. I was sitting here and there always changing between Charles and my friends. I was siting next to Charles again and while everyone was either sleeping or talking I found my hand searching for his. He took my hand in his and brushed with his thumb over it. I rested my head on his shoulders. “You know what I was thinking?” he asked me and I looked at him with a smile. “No, tell me” i said interested. “After my practice today we could try our second date” he said smirking and I chuckled. “Yeah we can do that” i said softly and he squeezed my hand that he was still holding. “Great” he said softly and I chuckled. “I should keep you away from my friends tho” he said smirking and I laughed. “Why that?” i asked amused. “Because they are head over heels for you…they’ve bern trying to get informations about you from the start…they are pretty curious” he said rubbing his eyes. “That’s cool” i said softly and he chuckled. “Trust me you wouldn’t want that” he said amused, rubbing his eyes. “I would like them i guess” i said smiling and he smiled at me, heavily. “Really?” he asked softly and I nodded, nudging his arm. “Yeah” i said before adding. “Really” which made him squeeze my hand. “You know what I was thinking?” he asked smirking and I knew that he had planned something. “No, what?” i asked interested. “Nope…that’s gonna be a surprise”he said smirking and I rolled my eyes.

We landed and immediately got into the hotel. The hotel really was beautiful. I was standing on the balcony as Maureen came outside putting on her earrings. “Are you coming with us?” she asked softly. “Hm?” i mumbled and she tilted her head with s smile. “We are going for a drink before going to Charles’s practice race” she said softly. “Sure…never saying no to a drink” i said smiling and she throw my black bag to me. “I thought so” she said smirking and I walked inside with her.

We had our drinks and afterwards we immediately made our way to the Silverstone Circuit because we were already running late a little. We were running to the entrance and searching for Charles. “Oh no” i groaned. “We should’ve visited England a little” Olga said panting. “No time” Annabelle said smirking. Meanwhile I texted Charles that we arrived. “We can do that later too” Maureen said softly to Olga. Charles came up to us with a smile and told the security guys to let us in. “I really need to give you all access cards soon” he said his eyebrows raising as he gave me an exhausted look. “Are we too late?” i asked him and he shook his head laughing. “No” he said with a laugh. “Yeah…we were held up a little” i said giving Olga a death stare. “I thought fries before guys” she said and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah…I’m sorry for this thing here” he said to us. “Don’t worry” Olga said patting his shoulder. “Yeah…no worries” Annabelle said and Charles immediately took my hand to lead us inside. “You’ll love this…they already set up everything” he said to us. “I already love it” Olga said walking right behind us, not able to take her eyes off the location, same as me, Maureen and Annabelle. “Unbelievable” Annabelle said shocked. “This is soo cool, thanks, Charles” Maureen said and he gave her a smile. “Of course” he said snd squeezed my hand leading us around. While leading us around he gave us the informations about the circuit so we were prepared for everything. “At least we’re not gonna look stupid here” Olga said fist bumping Annabelle who agreed. “The race tracks are pretty interesting, you’ll see…practice race is good especially for new race tracks…so we get to know everything” he said and I listened looking around.

“Man, you won’t believe me…they changed my car” a guy said a approaching us and patting Charle’s shoulder. “As I said…practice race is a good thing” Charles said and I nodded. The guy looked at me immediately and actually way longer than necessary. “Wait…I know you” he said and my eyes widened. “From the club…that was a long time ago…you probably don’t remember” he said in thoughts and I chuckled. “I do” i said looking up at Charles who squeezed my hand. His gaze immediately dropped down to our hands and he smirked at us. “Ah, now I understand” he said smirking and I looked at Charles who looked at me too. “You are…” he started but Charles cut him off. “Madlen, this is Lando, Lando…Madlen” he introduced us and Lando smiled at me. “Madlen, huh?” he asked Charles, grinning at him which made Charles roll his eyes. I just smiled at Charles. “I’ve heard a lot of you, Madlen” he said and I chuckled. “I hope only good things” i said and he laughed. “Of course…well I haven’t heard a lot of you, Charles doesn’t talk about you, no matter how much we try…he just doesn’t want to tell us” he said boxing Charles’s arm. “Nice to meet you, Lando” i said holding my hand out. “Nice to meet you too, finally” he said shaking my hand too. I laughed and Charles smiled at me. “It’s great to finally have a name and a face to the pictures” he said and I grimaced. “As I said you won’t like it” he whispered and I whispered back. “I already like him” which made him smile. “She’s so sweet…why haven’t you told us” Lando said before adding. “We already discussed who the mysterious girl could be but in real life you look even more beautiful” Lando said amused and I already could tell that he was in high spirits, same as me. “Thank you” i said smiling. “Also good that you’re here to support us” he said and I nodded. “Of course” i said amused and he laughed. “I like her” Lando said nudging Charles’s arm. “You’ll love it here” he assured and I chuckled. “No doubts…” i said and he laughed. Charles squeezed my hand and Lando admired us. “I have a lot of questions but my practice begins” he said in a rush. “Good luck” i shouted and he pointed at me motivated before leaving. “See ya, man” Lando said to Charles and they waved at each other in a special way which made me laugh. “He rubbed hus forehead and I laughed. “He is not a rival” i said amused. “Well at race we are but besides the racing thing we all have a friendly relationship” he said casually and I nodded smiling. “I thought it would be worse” i said chuckling. “Worse? No” he said and I shrugged my shoulders. “I thought that everyone would see me as a bad person” i said casually and he shook his head. “No, it’s true…they tried to get informations about you but I didn’t give in” he said smirking and I laughed. “They are all excited to meet you, I already know” he said and I laughed again. “I find it sweet” i said smiling and he squeezed my hand again before letting go. “Who was that sweet guy?” Maureen asked me putting one arm around my shoulder. “Lando” i said smiling at her. “Lando Norris?” she asked gasping and I nodded carefully with Charles nodding. “Wow” he said stunned and I turned to smirk at her. “Are you crushing on him?” i asked smirking. “No…but he was handsome” she said and I laughed. “Definitely crushing” Annabelle shouted and we laughed. “Well…I don’t like saying this but he has a girlfriend” Olga said and we all looked at her. “I just did some research” she said defensively. “Why?” Annabelle asked her and she looked at me and then at Annabelle. “I don’t want to say that here” she said looking down at the floor and Annabelle groaned with me smirking to myself.

“When is your practice race?” i asked Charles softly. “In an hour” he said smiling and I smirked up at him. “And what are we gonna do in that hour?” i asked him and he spanned turned me around. “I could introduce you” he offered and I chuckled. “Yes please” i said and he smiled at me. I told my friends and they told me to go while they inspect everything. “Love you” i said to them. “Love you more” they shouted back before Charles led me somewhere. He introduced me to Carlos, his race partner and best friend. While we walked to him he told me more about him. I already knew him cause Charles talked a lot about him before. “Carlos” he called him snd he instantly turned around searching for us. “Oh no…is that her?” he asked smirking. “That’s her” Charles said proudly. “Wow…you didn’t lie…she is stunning” Carlos said running up to us. “So nice to meet you, Madlen” he said hugging me instantly. “I hope you’re a person first hugs” he added and I hugged him back laughing. “Nice to meet you too” i said to him and he looked at me before looking at Charles proudly. “How does it come that this little sucker gets attention from a woman like you” he said patting Charles’s shoulder which made Charles roll his eyes. “Cheeky” Charles said and I chuckled. “It was my fault too” i said looking up at Charles who protectively put his arm around my neck. “Wow, you’re so sweet together…you’d make a great couple” Carlos said winking at us and we both chuckled. “Not so fast” Charles warned him playfully. “That’s sweet of you” i said to him and he waved it off. “She’s gorgeous, man” Carlos said and Charles pulled me closer. “She really is” Charles said and I chuckled. “I hope you came to support Ferrari” Carlos said and I smirked. “I need to support my favourite team” i said smirking confidently and Carlos gave me a fist bump. “Don’t fuck up” he warned Charles and Charles sighed. We somehow got into some more introducing but only with his friends and it seemed as if they all were on our side and pretty discreet with us two. “Do you want to see my car?” he asked me and I looked at him. “Are you joking? Hell yes!” i said excited. “Come with me” he said taking my hand as he led me to the paddock. A lot of people were walking around and working there especially the engineers. Every time we passed by someone I kinda greeted them or gave them a smile. “There it is” he said and I saw the red race car. I was stunned even tho I normally was not into cars but now as I saw it, it aas pretty interesting. I would probably get claustrophobia in there. “That’s insane” i said looking at it. “A hard thing to ride” he said teasingly and I turned around shaking my head with a smirk. “Do you never get scared while driving?” i asked looking at the car a little more accurate. “You would be surprised how often that happens” he said leaning against it as much as he could. “God…I would be so scared” i said and he brushed up and down my arm. “Nothing will ever happen to me” he said smirking. “I mean everything could happen but I’m doing my job pretty good” he said proudly. “I fell like I am in fast and furious” i said chuckling and hd laughed. “Do you want to sit inside?” he asked smirking. “Is that allowed?” i asked and he came closer to whisper in my ear “I don’t care, Maddy” with his charming but still deep voice. I chuckled and nodded. He took my bag and helped me inside. “That’s really low” i said as I got inside. “That’s the best” he said snd I laughed. “Mario Kart” i shouted laughing and he laughed with me. “Oh god…I would not want that” i said carefully turning the wheel. “Wait until you see me” he said smirking and I chuckled. “VIP ticket to Mario Kart” i said smirking and didn’t even notice that he took a picture.

He helped me outside again and gave me my bag. “You would be a perfect model for such cars…I’d like to get you into a Ferrari shooting” he said admiring me leaning against the car. “What represents a hot car better than a hot woman” he added smirking snd I playfully posed against his racing car. He took pictures with my phone and I had pretty much fun. “I would never sit in a car with you…” i said suspicious. “You will…” he assured with his deep, rich voice that made me bite my lip. “Nuh-uh. What are you gonna do about it?” i asked amused and he came closer trapping me against the car. “I’ll find a way…to put you into that car…” he said smirking and I chuckled. “You won’t” i said laughing. “Wanna bet?” he asked looking into my eyes. We stared into each other’s eyes for about ten seconds as Carlos came to us again. “I don’t like crashing into something here but practice race starts in five minutes” Carlos said patting Charles shoulders. “We just took pictures” i said in a happy mood. “Really? I must see them” Carlos said and Charles I showed him the pictures. “Adorable…She should model for Ferrari” he said and I grinned. “Are you getting along here?” Charles asked me taking my hand. “Yeah…I’ll go and find my friends” i said holding my hand in front of my face because of the sun. “Are your friends three girls that are pretty loud?” Carlos asked and I slammed my hand onto my forehead. “Yeah” i said and he laughed. “They are over there…I heard them” Carlos said and I looked back before nodding. “Thanks” i said with a smile. “Have fun” Charles said still holding my hand. “You too” i said with a smile as he let go of my hand.

After finding my group I brought them to the paddock just as Charles told me. “You guys won’t believe this…it’s so great” i said as we were in the paddock. “Can we see the race from here?” Olga asked next to me. I nodded and Olga gasped impressed. “Holy fuck” she said I smirked telling her everything our paddock access includes.

“You and Charles” Annabelle started and I laughed shaking my head. “Is this how we start our conversations now? You and Charles?” i asked amused. “I’m a curious person, you know that” she said smirking and I laughed. “Are you…” she started and I cut her off. “No” i said and she smirked. “You two would be great as a couple” she said nudging my arm. “I know…and I can imagine it” i said smiling. “Wow…I’ve never heard that of you” she said smirking. “You know…it’s not enough to crush on him but it’s enough to date him” i said and she looked at me suspicious. “I guess…that we’re dating” i said and she nodded. “Of course you are…first date already happened and it was good you said…we’ll wait for the second date” she said and I chuckled. “Just imagine what a f1 wag you would be” she said and I laughed. “Sounds as if I’m completely insane” i said as we watched the race from the paddock. We watched the practice race and while we watched it I couldn’t prevent some gasps, hisses or groans. Watching him race made me sweat because it seemed unreal, he knew what he was doing and when he raced I had the feeling that it was the one thing where he had complete control and since it was his hobby too he was not afraid to show off. “Ouch…that one was tight” Olga hissed and I nodded. “He drives like a criminal” Maureen said and I grimaced. “If he crashes I’m gonna kill him” i said fidgeting with my new acrylics which had a french design with some rhinestones. “He won’t” Maureen said laughing. “Oh god…look how he’s driving…” i criticised cause he hit the curve on the track really sharp. “Maddy” Annabelle said amused and Olga laughed.

Next part

[beyondthegame]

hello mila, hope you've been well <3 for the prompt, "I'm gonna kiss you like the sun" for milan, please? 💗 (yes, not an n ask, who is she?!)

You’ve fallen asleep here before. Everything is familiar; the sofa you’re laying on, the blanket that’s over your legs. You can probably make all of that out by touch alone. But you crack open an eye and know you’re at Milan’s house.

Though, there’s a difference. A big one.

The line between the two of you, the one that indicated whether your feelings for one another would stay as platonic or delve into something more.

The two of you crossed that line literally a few hours ago. A pinky promise, muttered confessions, infectious smiles and a pull forwards to position you closer to one another.

But that was then.

And now it’s hours later with the sun streaming in, Milan isn’t by your side and maybe the excitement is beginning to wear off. They’re the best friend you could ask for, is that friendship really worth ruining?

“You’re awake already,” you hear Milan’s voice murmur. It’s raspy, you can hear the tiredness in it by the faintest of margins but they still manage to smile at you. Albeit strained.

“You are too,” you utter back before sitting up and rubbing one of your eyes. “Don’t you have training?”

Milan shakes their head. “Day off,” they answer simply.

The two of you are tiptoeing around this. The confidence from last night is gone: there isn’t any help from twinkling stars in the sky, and it hasn’t reached 11:11 for Milan to make a wish. You’re both on your own…yet you’re both with one of the people you trust the most in the world.

You clear your throat. “You should sit down.” You pull the blanket away and allow them to sink into the seat beside you.

The silence between you both isn’t awkward, but it’s not free from tension. “I…” Milan trails off, their gaze glued to their nails for a moment. “You know that I meant what I said last night,” they manage to choke out.

You blink. “Which is what, exactly?” you begin to ask. “That you want to kiss me or that you have feelings for me?”

Milan’s eyes flit upwards, and they quickly scan your features for a sign, like the eager one they saw from you last night.

“Both,” they murmur after a pause, a slight crack in their voice because there’s no chance of turning back now. “I didn’t think I…I thought any feelings I had for you would stay as platonic.”

Your heart’s racing now. Your brief conversation about this same topic last night was casual, blasé, probably enough to be make the other think you were joking about any romantic feelings—this is more serious.

“And now?” you question.

Milan smiles, one that doesn’t quite reach their eyes. They’re nervous. “Now, I’m falling for you. I’m falling for my best friend without any warning, and it scares the shit out of me because I love how you and me are as is. I don’t want to jeopardise that for something that may not even happen.”

You hum, subconsciously shuffling closer to Milan. “You seem to have forgotten what I said last night.”

They blink. “We were tired last night, we said a lot.”

“True,” you utter, “but we also promised that we’d tell each other how we felt about one another. And I don’t think we’ve actually broken a pinky promise in years we’ve known each other.”

You hold your little finger out and Milan does the same, they watch your movements carefully. Your finger wraps around theirs, and the slight touch is enough to ignite warmth within you.

You try to steady your breathing, ensuring that your finger stays intertwined with Milan’s before they murmur a, “What now?”

You swallow hard. “I tell you I feel the same,” you say after a pause, “and I tell you that you can kiss me,” you whisper.

The words startle Milan a little, all before their smile widens and they lean an inch forward, tangling the rest of their fingers with yours.

You lean in too. Your eyes fall close and you can only imagine that Milan has done the same when your lips brush theirs.

“So, not just friends then?” you ask against their lips with a broad smile, feeling as their free hand creeps over your shoulder and gently holds the back of your neck.

“I personally think us as lovers sounds better.”

And then Milan kisses you. In the same way a genie grants an all important wish, in the same way a golden retriever can happily smile after making pleasant memories during the day.

The same way Milan St. Clair would kiss the sun, or maybe the world, because that is what you are to them.

[zeno-zero]

TLOK RE-WRITE : WAN/JAYA

Jaya lives in this re-write by the way, while Wan canonically has his animal companion, Mula The Deercat - It be really nice not only he has an animal companion but also a partner in crime as well. Helping with the fact that the entire conflict is about having the spirits and humans to get along with each other.

Emotional baggage, like, lots of them. Jaya hasn't seen Wan for over 2 years, and he pondered that if he didn't make it in a way. Wan's banishment broke his heart, and he believed he would die within a day. His grief and regret was choking him. So hearing that he managed to make it out alive, he decided to also even placed himself in the wilds because If Wan survived, there's a chance he could run into him again.

Upon reunion, Jaya literally run towards to him and tackle Wan with a hug - sending each other flying to the ground, and laugh with a heart. They both saw each other again, and this time, they saw each other changed. Wan used to be reckless, and quick to anger person. Jaya used to be hesitant, and always expressing uncertainty - Wan is now compassionate, optimistic, and courageous, even preferred to settle disputes through diplomacy. Jaya developed a sense of courage, along with a deep hatred of all spirits, and has an agressive nature.

Those 2 years of not seeing each other, Jaya gets a little clingy to Wan sometimes.  They would have each other's hands being held most of the time, Jaya wraps his arms around Wan's neck in an affectionate way, and you would never see Jaya being a part away from Wan unless crisis averted. I guess, losing Yao following after Wan's banishment made him viscid to Wan. [ Which, Wan doesn't really mind ]

It wasn't quick or slow for Jaya to eventually be friends with the spirits, but in the middle ground - when Wan is all friendly, and nice towards the creatures.. Maybe, just maybe, he should've at least try. Just for him.

"Did you ever think about me, Wan? Did you ever miss me.." there was pause. "And Yao?"

".. I do, Jaya." Wan place his hand on top of Jaya's - slowly having their hands interlocked. "I do miss you and Yao."

Years after the harmonic comvergance, they never find the right time to talk about their feelings but there has always been romantic, and sexual tension between them both. Most of the time, they were pretty chill and casually talk because they're  simply "friends" and never thought they could be more. However, they also have little moments where they are nervous around with each other. Their heart beats even sync because its drumming fast and loud. When Jaya grabbed Wan around the waist and lift him off the ground because they were both victorious - Wan couldn't help but flush profusely and blossomed into belly laugh. When Wan holds Jaya close, having his hand on top of his head while the the other his back pulling him closer. He just.. Stiffened. He reciprocated back but the warm on Jaya's face? Never left.

When he lost Wan at that night, he kept fighting for him. Peace will be restored, and his name won't be in vain. He carved a statue of wood just for him, to honor his name. It depicts Wan being embraced by an image of Raava. [ <- Go to contents, and click "Legacy" ]

Man ,, wish they have more time. 💔

I would love to show my re-write about TLOK but this is all you can get from me ^-^ I'll plan to share more about them. This is absolutely not meant to hate on the actual writing in the show - its a nice sequel to ATLA. My brain just can be quite imaginative.

[latriii]

*. ⋆ ( 808 ) ONE FAVOR! — yjw x f!reader ★

| 08. the tree

2:30pm — yn+yjw’s camping area

jungwon’s heart was pounding like never before. he couldn’t even describe how he was feeling at this very moment. happy or upset? the thought he had roaming around his head kept appearing— was he really ready to face yuna? was he ready to pretend to be yn’s boyfriend with his confusing new feelings?

the ying yang duo were on their way to meet up with their exes. yn was tightly holding onto jungwon’s hand. they’ve held hands before but for jungwon, this was different. he felt different, everything was different for him. he couldn’t stand it.

“okay jungwon, shits getting real. just act like you love me romantically,” yn paused, “not platonically. okay?” the girl said, making strong eye contact as she squeezed his hands for reassurance.

jungwon nodded, as he continued their walk to yuna and jisung’s camp area. things were getting real and so were his feelings for yn.

2:40pm — pjs+sy’s camping area

“you guys made it!” yuna called out, she was in disbelief. the two were holding hands and smiling, it was as if they were trying to tease her and jisung.

“yeah hey!” yn let go of jungwon’s hand, walking over to yuna and then handing her a gift they prepared. “this is for you guys!”

jisung was sitting down on their foldable chair, he was annoyed. why the hell was yn here with his replacement? jisung kicked the rocks on the ground, he wanted to leave. he didn’t want to yn with another guy.

“jisung don’t be rude! come say hi,” yuna gestured him to come over. jisung’s eyebrows furrowed, groaning has he got up from his chair.

“wassup man,” the boy spoke as he dabbed up jungwon. yn stared at the two, there was a hint of tension between the boys. she was thrilled.

8:30pm — fireplace

yn was sitting beside jungwon, she felt his back against her arm. she couldnt help but noticed how down jungwon looked since they got there. was it her fault?

“are you okay?” yn whispered, she held onto jungwons finger.

“yeah i’m fine.” jungwon said as he pulled his finger away. jungwon wasn’t being honest and yn could see right through him.

“alright,” yn got up and pulled jungwon up with her, “we’ll be right back guys.” yn dragged jungwon behind the nearest tree.

“stop lying to me, why are you upset?” yn pinned jungwon aganist the tree. she’s always been direct when it came to jungwon. this reaction wasn’t surprising to him.

“yn i… shit,” jungwon was contemplating.

yn was confused, why couldn’t he form proper sentences. “your shit..?” yn questioned.

jungwon was frustrated, he didn’t know how to tell her he didn’t want to be in this fake relationship unless it were actually real.

“jungwon hello?” yn was trying to get jungwon’s attention, so she grabbed his hand. meanwhile he was still pinned against the tree.

“yn, dont hate me for this.”

“dont hate you for what?” yn questioned. the girl was staring at the boy biting his bottom lip, his prominent dimples appearing each time.

silence occurred. the only sound heard was the distant song playing from the fire place, families cheering with one another, and the sound of each others breathing.

jungwon glanced at the girl before placing his hand on yn’s face. the boy leaned forward and kissed his best friend. yn’s grip on jungwon loosened.

she kissed him back.

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ONE FAVOR that yang jungwon owed sato yn. one favor he had to obey by no matter what. jungwon and yn are childhood friends that grew up in front of the media due to their famous parents. luckily for them, they were both talented singers so, they naturally became idols. but, one day jungwon embarrassed yn real bad on live television when they were younger, he owed her big time—no questions asked.

TAGLIST(OPEN) @wonniestars @yenqa @softpia @dimplewonie @jungwonsgfnameyukie

latri’s thoughts! — guys i literally was listening to frank oceans white ferrari while making this but JUST IMAGINE ITS THAT SONG PLAYING FROM A DISTANCE WHILE THIS WHOLE THING IS HAPPENINH LOL

[dwtdog]

dnfweek day 1 the chains out now :3

full fic below the cut :3

Dream is in love with his best friend. Has been, for quite a while, even if he was a bit slow to realize it. And now, after months of waiting to meet, more months spent adjusting to being in person, and a late-night confession, he’s still hopelessly in love with his best friend, who is also his boyfriend.

He has a love-hate relationship with that word, boyfriend. When he’d just been on the verge of figuring himself out, it had scared him. Too many hours of sleepless nights of playing out scenarios in his head, realities where his romantic partner wasn’t a girl like he’d always been told they would be, always a dark-haired figure taking the place of the imagined male partner.

And when acceptance had come, there had only been one person he wanted to talk to about it. And when a teasing British voice had said the word over a never-ending Discord call, it had been freeing. Easy acceptance, no change in their dynamic.

And on the night of their confession, an earnest conversation following a kiss that had been the slowly built product of a lifetime of tension, the word hadn’t seemed enough.

George had been his partner for years. They were a team in many ways, filling in where the other fell short, always lending an ear or offering just the right words. And to Dream, romance was a natural extension of that. It was so them, to be partners in every possible way.

So when George asked what they were, Dream had hesitated. Did their label need to change? Was what they were something that anyone but them could understand? He didn’t know, but he knew who he could talk to about it.

“What do you think we are?” he whispers, not wanting to break the calm of the night as he parrots George’s question back to him. They’re both laying in Dream’s bed, facing each other and close enough that their breaths collide above the pillows.

George smiles softly and Dream wants to touch the crinkles that form at the corners of his eyes. “I asked you first, idiot,” he teases. “But if you have to know, I guess we could be boyfriends.”

The word. Dream’s not sure how he reacts, but judging by the way George’s mouth quirks, he must be making a face. “You think?” he asks, careful. He’s wary of the feelings twisting his stomach, unsure of their true origins.

“Well,” George starts, eyes meeting Dream’s and holding the contact, “You like me, and I guess you’re alright so, what else would we be?”

Dream rolls his eyes at George’s ridiculousness, even as a warm fondness chases away his prior worries. “Boyfriends,” he says, tasting the word on his tongue. It fizzes, like a strange candy, and he can’t say he hates it. “You’re my boyfriend. George is my boyfriend, Dream is George’s boyfriend.”

“Mine,” George mutters, and there is a brightness in his eyes that Dream isn’t used to that’s absolutely intoxicating.

And it hits Dream with another realization. “Are we going to… Tell people?” he asks.

“Do you want to? And you aren’t allowed to ask for my answer.”

“I- no, I don’t think we should.” Dream sighs. “I mean- obviously we tell like, Sapnap and Bad, but not-”

George cuts him off, “Only the people who need to know. And everyone who doesn’t can fuck off.”

“Well I wouldn’t say it like that, but-” and he’s cut off again, this time by George moving forward.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow Dreamie,” and his proximity combined with the pet name are enough to completely remove any thoughts that aren’t just the name of the man whose lips are brushing against his as they both lean in.

And they do talk about it more, after that. They take their time, telling people carefully and explaining that they aren’t exactly telling everyone, so keep it quiet.

Sapnap is unreasonably happy, then tries to give both of them the shovel talk in defense of the other. It ends with the three of them cuddled on the couch, Sapnap insisting on being in the middle since he’s sure the two of them are getting enough time together.

Bad cries, and then comes to visit a few days later so he can cry some more and hug them both. Dream cries too, and he doesn’t miss how George ducks his head to hide his own misty eyes.

There are more people after that, but soon enough everyone who deserves or needs to know does, and then Dream has to deal with the hard part, which is holding himself back from bragging to everyone he meets that he’s dating the most beautiful, funny, and ridiculous man in existence.

It becomes a problem when he finds himself wanting to lead every conversation down the route of bragging about George, complimenting him to every stranger he sparks up a conversation with. His sister tells him to get a diary when he comes to her one to many times, so he opens a note on his phone just to store every George-related thought he has.

Depending on his level of intoxication, and the amount of time he’s been physically away from the man in question, the notes get more and more nonsensical. Some of them are so dirty he deletes them instantly, or sends them to George to laugh about. Some are sickeningly sweet, even for him, and he also sends those to George just to giggle at the mix of swooning and disgusted emojis he gets in response.

In the end, he forgoes the idea of the notes and just sends everything straight to George. It’s fun for both of them, and it keeps Dream from exposing their relationship to the masses.

And for a while, he doesn’t even think to consider that George has a similar problem. He knows George, adores him for all the ways he shows his love, but still he misses all the signs.

When they’re apart, whether it be on opposite coasts or just in different rooms, George will always make a joke when they reunite. Some variation of what he’d said on that first day they’d met, ‘Wow, Dream, you look like a god with your unedited video and three energy drink cans behind you,’ or simply holding up his phone to show a timer he’d started the moment they separated, and a number of other absurd little George-isms that Dream cherishes.

It only comes to a head when they’re in a jewelry shop, admiring the gold and silver on display in glass cases.

Dream trails a finger over the chain around his neck, something nice he had bought for himself just before the face reveal. He’s looking at a different chain, with George hovering behind his shoulder.

“Do you think I should get a new one? Cause honestly, I didn’t know much about jewelry when I bought this one, and I don’t think I like it as much as I like some of these,” Dream muses, pinching the chain between his fingers as he talks.

George hums, and Dream tries to get the attention of the girl behind the counter as he waits for a response. “I mean, it’s not like you couldn’t afford it.”

Dream laughs, “But that’s not why I wouldn’t get it- it just feels, I don’t know, wasteful to replace a chain that’s not even broken. Like there’s nothing wrong with it-”

“You could give it to me,” George says, speaking fast, then shrugging.

“You want my old chain?” Dream asks, a little breathless. George wearing his jewelry, wearing something that was his, is a breathtaking image.

“It would be like,” George hesitates, taking a breath, “having a part of you when we’re apart. And it’s like- like a ring, sort of.”

Dream turns to face him, and resisting the urge to pull him into a searing kiss takes every ounce of self-control he has. “Yes, yes you can have it.” He’s breathing hard, and he quickly turns away to focus entirely on waving someone over to get the chain he wants out of the case so him and George can get out of there as soon as possible.

They could have charged him any price for the new chain and Dream wouldn’t have noticed, too caught up in the euphoria of George’s request. As soon as they’re in the car, he’s reaching for the chain around his neck, fingers fumbling as his hands shake with giddiness.

“Oh my god- just let me do it, idiot,” George says after letting him struggle for a few moments. His hands are cold as they push Dream’s aside and brush against his neck, deftly unhooking the clasp.

He moves the chain towards his own neck, and Dream quickly hooks a finger through the dangling metal, stopping him. “Let me,” he asks, pleading with his eyes when they meet George’s.

George blushes. “How are you going to put it on me if you couldn’t even get it off?” he teases, even as he turns in the car seat, pulling his hair away from his neck.

Luckily, Dream’s shakiness seems to have dispersed with the newfound sense of purpose, and he’s deliberate with his movements as maneuvers the chain to loop around the front of George’s neck so he can clasp it in the back. He feels the way George exhales when Dream’s hand brushes against the stubble on his chin, and watches as his shoulders relax when the chain falls into place.

It looks good, and Dream curses himself for not thinking of it sooner.

George turns back around, reaching for the bag in Dream’s lap. “Now let me do yours,” and it's not a question as much as it's a promise, so Dream lets him.

And when they get home later, Dream delights in watching as George pulls his shirt off and the chain sparkles in the low light of his bedroom, falling against bare pale skin. It looks like it was meant to be there, nestled over his collarbones.

Dream takes his own shirt off, and George’s gaze burns against his skin, along his neck, and knows he feels the same.

When George leans over him, the chain dangles directly over Dream’s eyes, and he’s sure he must be a sight with the way his mouth opens in awe, the way his eyes are wide with wonder.

It’s a wonderful thing, to know George is his. And it’s near incomprehensible to know that George feels the same, that same possessive need to have a dedication to their partnership for the whole world to see.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! I have a request for your amazing actor au!

I don’t know if you know this but there was a photoshooting with the train to Busan cast where Ma dong seok lifts the actress up in his arm.

Thena and Gil have to do a photoshoot for their upcoming new movie and both of them are just looking amazing. the director ask if Gil can lift Thena up in his arm so they look like a powerful and elegant couple. You can make it a bit playful for example Gil pretending to struggle only to lift her up in one smooth movement suprising everyone how easy it is for him.

Looking forward to read it I’m pretty sure it will be amazing as any other work you have done❤️

Here are both gifs as links so you know what exactly I mean :)

https://images.app.goo.gl/YGX2ZQZi4zFLZiiA8

https://images.app.goo.gl/QVHMo2yynM35thRaA

"Okay, great," the director of photography announced, declaring his satisfaction with this set of shots and being ready to move on to the next.

Thena and Gil both fell away from the stiff poses they were hitting with laughter. Thena shook her head hair out, "where is one of those wind machines when you need one?"

Gil just chuckled, picking up one of the nearest props - a clapper board - and fanning her. "I know what you mean. These lights are brutal."

Thena sighed as the light breeze hit her, "what would I do without you?"

"Hey, this isn't free, y'know."

She laughed, utterly glowing between her actual smile and the lights on them. The shutter clacked a few more times, capturing the moment of her genuine laughter.

"How much longer?" Gil whispered to her as the lights were moved for the next few promo shots.

Thena took the clapper from him, fanning him this time, "I think we have the space for three hours? I imagine it's only been half as long as it's felt like."

"Yeah, I get that sense too," Gil mumbled, tugging at the collar of the clothes they had him in for the promos. It was a nice suit, he had to admit, and it fit his character. But it didn't help him in the comfort department. He looked at her, particularly down at her feet, "how're you doing?"

Thena tilted her head, ever charmed by how caring he was. She had complained about the exceedingly tall heels they had her in only twice now. She thought she was showing admirable restraint, considering how uncomfortable they were. But of course Gil still noticed. "I suppose I can't really complain."

"Well, you could," Gil shrugged, "a little. I don't have to wear them."

"That is true," she pursed her lips at him, earning a laugh from him as a reward. "Seems a little unfair."

"Okay," the DOP spoke up as the lights were settled for their next shots. "We're looking for romantic-lead energy. I want the drama, the tension--I wanna feel how bad you want each other!"

Gil fidgeted with his suit but nodded.

"Get in character if you have to, but we're looking for sexy. So sexy I feel like I'm a voyeur just for takin' the picture--and, go!"

Thena took the advice freely, much more comfortable in the mind of her character for direction like that. When she lifted her eyes Gil also seemed in the mind of his character--the man who had leapt through the wall of a burning building for her (character...her character).

Gil pulled her to him, his hands on the slope of her waist. He was always saying that he didn't want to hold her too tight, startled by the itty-bittiness of her waist in comparison to the surface area of his palm.

Thena inhaled as his hand trailed down until it could settle on top of her hip. It hovered there, his fingers dancing the line that separated the platonic and the quiet yearning of desire. Her eyes flickered up to his.

Gil had a hell of a smoulder. He didn't think he did, but he could get this look in his eye that really made her think he was going to slam her against a wall and just...take her--do anything with her, and to her. And he didn't even know he could look like that!

"Closer!"

They stayed in the moment--in the character of the moment. They were used to having directions shouted at them in the middle of a scene; it was part of their jobs.

"Kiss, but don't!--get in nice and close and then-"

Thena inhaled as his lips hovered around hers.

"And you're being dragged away from each other.

Back to the sultry staring. Thena kept her eyes on him as her fingers trailed down his suit jacket lapel and even dipped under it faintly.

"Okay, got it!"

Thena and Gil fell away from each other again, although this time they were quiet, clearing their throats and brushing off their clothes. Thena instinctively moved to twist around and play with her hair before remembering there were people whose job it was to style it. People who would kill her for messing it up out of a nervous habit.

Gil caught the natural movement as she stopped it, smiling to himself at how cute it was.

"Gil, can you pick her up?"

"What?"

"Y'know," the director motioned vaguely, looking more as if he had never lifted anything in his life. "Pick her up--can you?"

"Uh, well, yeah," Gil stuttered, glancing at Thena fleetingly. "I have for, like, scenes...I guess."

"You guess? Can you or can't you?"

Gil wasn't particularly amused by the line of questioning, or how it was being asked. "I can, but what are you looking for? Do you want me to hold her bridal style or do you want me to fuckin' deadlift her?"

"Okay, okay," the DOP rolled his eyes, although he clearly understood Gil's need to clarify the method. "Well, how 'bout just up on your shoulder? Could be kinda cute, right?"

"Me just," Thena looked at Gil beside her, visibly skeptical, "on his shoulder?"

"Yeah," he waved off her concerns, already looking at the monitor for lighting, "it'll be great. Show off those muscles we're payin' for."

"I don't know," Thena frowned, more at Gil than anyone else.

"What, don't trust him?" he snorted.

Gil frowned, "she doesn't have to do anything she's not comfortable with."

Thena's hand landed on Gil's arm before he could really get into it with the photoshoot director. He would, she had no doubt, if it was in the name of protecting her. She frowned, though, "it's not that. Gil, don't you think all of my weight on one arm will be...too much?"

Gil's eyes travelled over her briefly, in just one smooth swoop from top to bottom. Thena's stomach flipped over itself. "No?"

"Gil," she huffed, crossing her arms. "I know how strong you are--I know better than a lot of people, actually."

Not to make it sound like something it wasn't.

"But on one shoulder?" Thena insisted, staring up at him stubbornly. "You don't have to prove anything to them. And I wouldn't want you to strain yourself--ah!"

Everyone looked over as Thena squeaked, leaning over Gil's head as he scooped her up like it was nothing. He secured his arm behind her knees, shoulder under her backside with a hand on her knee. He kept his back straight, using his legs to do the bulk of the lifting while physics kept her securely in his grip.

"Gil!" Thena squawked, although she quickly learned he was only swaying because of her squirming and stilled herself. She was still leaning over him slightly, one hand clutching at his far shoulder while the other one was gripping his shirt collar.

"How's this?" he asked, really and truly looking unfazed by it.

"Uh," the DOP, and several others in the room, just stared. "Y-Yeah, that's great! Thena, loosen up!"

"Sorry," she murmured, trying to relax her posture while Gil was holding her the way he might have a two-by-four of wood thrown over his shoulder. She twisted herself slightly, angling her hips and her waist and her bust just-so. Her hand gave Gil's shoulder under her a light squeeze, "are you sure I'm not too heavy?"

"Thena, stop worrying about it," Gil chided, although he couldn't quite get his neck twisted enough to look up at her. He gave her thigh a pat with his hand, "you're perfect."