#this show has done everything right for me

[rooster-the-love-of-my-life]

Idiots At a Wedding pt.5

Summary: Pretending to be Bob's girlfriend in front of his family has to be easy right? Right..?

Pairings: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

Warnings: kissing, allusions to smut but no real smut, cliffhanger

A/N: I woke up horny and in the mood for some angst ok, don't blame me. Not proof read, we die like men💪💪 Anyways enjoy reading, and don't be a stranger. Also, this taglist is kinda getting out of hand, I don't want to close it but I really need advice on what to do.

series masterlist || part 4

Bob floyd made you silly in all the right ways.

The moments after your confessions was a whirlwind. You and him went back down for dinner thst night, pretending everything was just as it was before, but the entire time he was holding your hand from under the table. You were blushing and giggling like teenagers, stealing secret glances, making prolonged eye contact, making everyone around you sick with how in love you looked, how in love you really were.

When you went back up, you couldn't keep your hands or your lips off of each other. As soon as the door closed, Bob pushed you onto it and kissed you with such vigor and passion the you completely returned, by racking your hands through his carefully brushed blonde locks, messing them up with every dig of your fingers. It was only when someone knocked loudly on your door that you pulled away from each other, very reluctantly of course.

"Unfortunately you need you to go and pick up the bridesmades dress with Bob tomorrow. Jeff and I've got to run home and get some work done." It was Annie, yet again being the block to Bob's cock.

"What's so unfortunate about that?" Bob asked from behind the door where he was supposed to hide is messy, freshly snogged face.

"Why are you so red?" Annie questioned, eyebrows coming together, trying to figure out what was happing in her brothers childhood bedroom prior to her coming there.

"It's fine Anne, I'll go with him." You diverted the conversation, shielding him further.

"Alright, goodnight kids." She sized you up, smirking. "Use protection."

You gasped while Bob went red, if that was even possible, freezing at what he heard. Turinging around, you just laughed at his face, placing a kiss on his cheek and walking into the bathroom.

The rest of the night went by quick, you stayed up till one, talking, kissing, touching. You had to physically push Bob off of you and to the other side of the bed, so you could finally get some sleep. But even in sleep he found you, arms wrapped around you waist, legs tangled with yours, radiating immense amounts of heat.

In all the days you'd stayed with him, this was the first time you had woken up with him next to you and it had to be your favourite sight. For the first time since you had met Bob he had always shy and reserved and his posture showed that. Tense shoulders, always sat up straight, body always stiff. But now, as he snored softly he was at peace, not an iota of tension was in his body, and upon seeing this, you had made it your life's mission to let him stay this tension free forever and always.

You could have stayed in bed for the rest of your life, but your bladder had other plans. You tried to control it, but after a certain point you just couldn't take it anymore and stared shimming out of Bob's firm grasp. Even though you thought you were being very stealthy, your moving had woken up the man behind you.

"Stop it." He mumbled, pulling you in closer, if that was even physically possible, making you lose all the progress you had made. "Stay here."

"I've got to pee." You whispered, dragging out the last word, grabbing his hand and prying it off of your waist.

"Hold it." His hand wouldn't budge making you seriously judge your strength.

"Bobby, I have to go really badly. I've been holding it in for the past twenty minutes." You whined.

"Fine." He lifted his hand up and you ran to the bathroom. "But come back in two minutes. That's an order." Even in sleep army lingo didn't leave the lieutenant making you giggle softly.

"Sis yes sir." You saluted as you came out of the bathroom and moved your eyes to the sight that awaited you. His side of the bed was empty and untouched whereas yours was completely undone and the way he was lying on the bed left little to ho space for you. You leaned against the wall of the bathroom and admired Bob, eyes traveling up from his legs tangled in blankets to his back and then to his messy blond hair. You wanted to take a picture, keep this locked in your phone forever, but before you could, the rough, sleepy voice of the cutest man you had ever seen interrupted.

"You gonna stand there staring or are you going to join me?" The question was normal, but the country accent that it was spoken with made it much more alluring.

"Careful Bobby, your country is showing." You smirked, not moving an inch, wanting to make then man wait for you longer.

"Fuck, I love it when you call me that." He mumbled, pushing his head and hips further into the mattress. "Drives me nuts."

If you would have know such a simple nickname was having this effect on the man, you would have driven him to madness or confession by saying it every chance you got over the last year. The smirk never left your face, and you didn't leave your place.

"Sunny, please come back to bed." He begged, sitting up now, giving you a full view of his chest. "It's so cold without you."

"Says the human furnace." You snorted, pushing yourself off the wall and taking slow, calculated steps towards the bed. "You want me back in bed baby?" You coaxed, as he nodded his head and pouted his lips.

"Yes please."

"Always so polite and respectful." You neared the bed, knees touching the frame.

"Only for you." His eyes were fixed on you, watching all the moves you made, every breath you take. You planted one of your knees on the bed, hands moving in front, crawling over him.

"God, I love it when you neg for me Bobby." You whispered, a hands distance away from him.

You were expecting a reply or atleast a groan, but what you got was even better. He reached out and ulled you on top of his by your waist, holding you delicately as he leaned back. His mouth caught yours, pulling you into a deep kiss, lips moving slow, not trying to assert dominance or show off, just portraying all the love he had for you.

The way he drove you wild with just his mouth, you couldn't help but wonder what the rest of him could do. Feeling as daring as ever, you slowly moved your hips, dragging them painfully over his, making him groan into your mouth. You repeated the same movement a few times, getting bolder and hornier with each one, pulling soft moans from the man under you.

He pulled away from your mouth to try and regain his breath and control himself from fucking you right then and there, but you were having none of that. Your lips made there way down to his neck, pressing feather light kisses on his collarbone and all over the right side of his neck.

"You're a little minx you, you know." Bob managed to say in between his moans.

"And you love it." You replied, lifting your head to look into his eyes for just a second before continuing your attack.

"Oh, fuck it." He let go of any ounce self control he had left in him and grabbed your waist tighter, flipping you two over.

What was supposed to happen, was that he would now take control and show you around pound town. But poor Bobby forgot he was already on the edge of the bed, and all that the flip accomplished was sending you two out of bed and onto the hard ground.

"Shit, sorry. Are you okay?" Bob asked, landing on top of you, pulling the blanket down as well.

"We should take this as a sign to not have sex in your childhood bedroom." You giggled, as he dropped his head in the crook of your neck, sighing out loudly.

"We should probably get up before someone come to investigate." He pushed up from the ground, biceps flexing in the process, offering you his hand once he was standing. "M'lady."

You took it gladly, pulling yourself up in the least sexy way possible, with the goofiest smile ever adorning your face. If this was life with Bob, you'd want it in this universe and the next, till you lived out an eternity kissing and falling.

"Why thank you very much kind sir."

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Even after much convincing and persuasive kisses, Bob couldn't get you to ditch the days plans and just stay in bed with you. Through giggles and soft kisses, you finally made your way down to the living room, to find Mary sitting there alone, watching tv.

"Morning Ma." Bob greeted her, with a with a peck on the cheek, much chipper than usual.

"Morning? It's ten already." She taunted, pausing her show, turning back to look at the two of you. "I'm not sure how they do things in the navy, but in my house morning arrives much earlier."

"You'll have to forgive us." You spoke. "Someone here didn't want to get up."

"Can you really blame a man for wanting to get a few more hours of beauty sleep in?" Bob flicked back his hair in the most dramatic way possible, making you and Mary burst out laughing. If someone would have told you that quiet Bob Floyd was this chatty and funny when he got comfortable with someone, you wouldn't have believed them, but here you were, standing in his mother's kitchen, laughing your ass of at something stupid.

"What time are yall going to go pick up the dress?" Mary asked, as you two were stuffing your face with waffles.

"After breakfast." Bob mumbled the reply with puffed up cheeks full of food.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth." His mother reprimanded and then turned to you. "I can wait for you to see the dress, it is so beautiful."

"I don't doubt it for a second. Lucy has implacable taste." You nodded, getting up to put your empty plate into the sink.

"Ma, I wanted to ask you something." Bob started. "Would you mind of we ate out today for dinner?"

"Oh, not at all. Where are we going?"

"Um... we as in Sunny and I." He scratched the back of his neck while correcting his mother.

"Oh I see." She smile slyly at the two of you, who were going red under her hard gaze. "Don't be out too late." She permitted, making you snap your head up and grin at Bob, who was already doing the same.

"Pick you up at seven." He winked at you.

"It's a date." You winked back, getting giddy at the prospect of going on a date with the man you had been crushing on for forever.

"Just one thing," Mary stopped on her way back to the couch. "There will be no hanky panky in my house at night."

"Ma!" Bob gasped, as you chocked on plain air. If only Mary Floyd knew what was happening just moments ago in her house.

"What?" She shrugged, still smirking.

Soon enough, you were in thr passenger seat, headed to the tailor's shop as Bob showed you around his hometown. The more of it you saw, the more you felt closer to him. You just wished you could do the same, but that was all you could do, whish, because there was no way you were taking him home, at least not in the near future. You arrived at the quaint shop, the door opening with a little ding.

"Hello, how may I help you?" An older woman popped out of the back of the shop and greeted the two of you.

"We're here to pick up a bridesmade dress in Lucy Floyd's name." Bob answered, closing the door he had opened once you were inside as well.

"Ah, yes. Mary said you'd be here today." She nodded enthusiastically. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but you are Robert right? Her son kn the navy?"

"Yes ma'am." He replied with a blush, he knew his mother was proud of him, he just never thought she would tell the entire town about him.

"I thought so. My how you have grown." She gushed. "And who's the lady may I ask?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but Bob beat you to it. "My girlfriend." He said proudly, grabbing your hand tighter. Hearing him introduce you as his girlfriend so proudly made your brain malfunction, because this time around, it wasn't a lie, and how you had managed to make it so in just a few days was beyond you.

"Aren't you a lucky girl." The woman teased and went to the back to get your dress out.

"Don't I know it." You whispered, grinning like a bashful school girl.

"Would you like to try it on once? See of we need to alter anything?" She asked.

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Oh not at all, come on back dear." She ushered you to the back of the and helped you out of your clothes and into the delicate floor length dress. It was the most beautiful piece of clothing you had ever seen, and upon wearing it once, you never wanted to take it off again. It hugged you in all the right places, and the back was just gorgeous. Few people could pull of the colour yellow, but you were sure anyone would look beautiful in this dress.

"Boy is he going to faint when he sees you." The woman gushed.

"Can we not show it to him right now? I want to surprise him." You asked.

"For sure. Why don't you get changed while I pack it up for you?" She smiled.

You thanked her and changed out of the dress very reluctantly. When you stepped outside, Bob who was leaning against the counter, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, snapped up his head.

"Where's the dress?" He asked, confused. "I thought you were trying it on."

"I did try it on and it fits like a glove." You replied.

"Show me then." He said, eager to see the dress.

"Nope, you've just got to wait till the wedding." You declared, as he whined.

"Come on Sunny, please." He pouted, pulling the same expression he did when he begged his mother for ice cream as a kid. The only difference was, his mother was more weak than you are and always gave in.

"No no. Put that pout away." You shook your head at his ridiculousness. "The wedding isn't that far away."

"Fine." He grumbled, but his frown quickly turned into a smile as your lips collided with his left cheek.

"There you go. You'll go crazy when you see her in the dreas." The woman came back out with a bag in her hand and a smile on your face. "Enjoy the wedding."

You thanked her profusely, complementing her skills and walked out the shop and towards your car. Bob tried peeking into the bag to get a look at the dress, but when you shoved him off a few times, he knew you weren't kidding.

After driving around the town for sometime, you went back home and lazed around the whole afternoon. If this was a dream, you never wanted to wake up.

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The night came quicker than you realized. While getting ready for your first date with him, you couldn't help but pinch yourself to see if this was actually happening or if you were hallucinating in the psych ward. Only yesterday, you were pacing around the room, ranting to your friend about how badly you wanted Bob and here you were twenty gour hours later, actually going on a date with him.

He had picked a fancy restaurant for the two of you to go to, somewhere close to home, yet for enough to give you the privacy you needed. Ever the gentleman, he had brought you flowers, pulled the seat for you and opened all the doors, making you swoon. You were waiting for your food to come, sipping on wine, when he spoke up.

"I can't believe this is happening. I'm going out with the girl of my dreams."

"The girl of you dream huh?" You were amused, and also giddy.

"Obviously." He replied. "I can't stress this enough Sunny, you're the most wonderful person I have ever met. The best person on this planet."

"Stop it, all these praises are going to go to my head and I'll be unbearable." Your eyes went wide to add some dramatic flare.

"Never." He scrunched his nose, smile never leaving him.

"I-I didn't get a chance to say this to you last night, but I really like you Bob. So much that the moment I met you, I knew there would be no one else in the world for me." You voiced. "I really, really, really like you honey, in fact I think I might just love you."

"I love you." Bob let out before he could stop himself. You froze at his confession as he stuttered, trying to cover up. "No I don't. I do. But I don't, not on the first date. But I do, but right now I-"

"I love you." You stopped his rant, gently placing your hand on top of his from across the table. "I love you too Bobby, on the first date and on every date."

Hearing this made him so happy he could burst. If it wasn't for the waiter bringing over your food, he would have leaped over the table and kissed you hard till you were thrown out of the restaurant. The night went by like a breeze, you said sweet nothings to each other with sprinkles of 'I love you' thrown into the conversation.

You should have known that life couldn't be this good to you, not with your luck. But in the haze of happiness, you seemed to forget all about it, and the universe reminded you in the most horrible way possible. You were sharing desert, almost about to leave, when someone called out your name, and the moment you heard the voice, all colour drained out of your face.

"What're you doing here?" The voice continued. Bob's eyebrows pulled together, trying to figure out how you knew the man standing behind you. You turned around slowly, hoping that it wouldn't be him standing there, but alas, it was.

"Michael." You closed your eyes, your worst nightmare coming to life. "What're you doing?"

"I asked you a question first." He replied sternly with a cold expression.

"I'm attending a wedding." The voice that left you sounded so foreign, so week, so scared.

"Who's?"

"Bob's sister's."

"Who's Bob?"

"I am." Bob spoke up, as you whipped your head to him, looking at him with an expression he could understand. "Sunny, who's this?"

You didn't want this to happen, not now, not ever. Michael had cut you out of his life years ago, and you had done the same. But as fate would have it, you two ended up under the same roof once again and it had to happen on what was suppose to be the nest night of your life.

You gather up whatever strength was left in you and spoke up. The words that left you were a total thunderclap to Bob's ears.

"He's my brother."

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[wendichester]

hello could u write more Jensen ackles x wife!reader please? I really loved ur last one. Jensen is filming the boys and he’s asked in an interview how his wife feels about the role and other questions.

⋆˚✿˖° the wife's take,

summary. jensen's interview takes a sweet turn when the interviewer asks about you. he pretty much melts talking about you.

pairing. jensen ackles x wife!reader genre. fluffy fluff

wordcount. 493

notes / warnings. ugh, to be daneel ackles and to be on the receiving end of the love of this man!!!

ᯓ★ other jensen drabbles here

Jensen sits back in the chair, that signature smirk lighting up his face under the studio lights. The interviewer leans in, a playful glint in her eye.

“So, Jensen, your role in The Boys has been pretty intense. How does your wife feel about all this chaos?”

You’re watching from the sidelines, a cozy smile curling on your lips as you see Jensen’s eyes soften just a little. He adjusts his jacket, clearly thinking, but it doesn’t take long before he leans into that earnest tone you know so well.

“She’s... honestly my biggest fan and my softest place,” he says, voice low but filled with pride. “She’s been with me through all the wild stuff—the late nights, the crazy scripts, the weird costumes. And she always makes me remember who I am outside of it all.”

You feel a flutter, because yep, that’s your man in a nutshell—big heart, deep love, and somehow effortlessly cool.

The interviewer grins, “That’s so sweet. Does she watch the show? What does she think about your character?”

Jensen laughs, that light, easy sound that’s pure Jensen. “She’s definitely my toughest critic. No, seriously, she watches every episode, and she’ll text me in the middle of the night with notes. ‘Really? You said that line like a total dork,’ or, ‘You could’ve killed that scene if you just looked a bit more intimidating.’”

You can almost hear his teasing tone, the way he imitates you behind your back, making the whole room chuckle.

“She keeps me on my toes,” he adds with a wink. “But more than that, she reminds me why I do what I do. For her, for us.”

Your heart swells because yeah, it’s not just about the glitz or the spotlight. It’s about the quiet moments—the texts, the late-night FaceTimes between sets, the way he pauses interviews to talk about you with that gleam in his eye.

Then the interviewer leans in, curious, “What’s the best part about having her in your life while you’re filming something so dark and intense?”

Jensen’s gaze drifts off, like he’s picturing you right there. “The way she laughs at me when I try to act all serious on set. How she’s the light that pulls me back from all that darkness. She’s my sanity. And honestly? Just knowing that when I’m done for the day, I’m coming home to her—that’s what keeps me grounded.”

You watch him with a smile, your heart nearly bursting because he’s talking about you like you’re his whole world. And maybe you are.

The interviewer chuckles softly, “Sounds like you’re one lucky guy.”

Jensen shrugs modestly but you can see it—he knows it too.

“Yeah. I am. Every single day.”

After the interview, he turns and catches your eye, grinning like he just shared the best secret.

“You heard that, right?” he says quietly, fingers brushing your hand. “You’re my everything.”

You squeeze his hand, your smile radiant and sure. “Always.”

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[revelboo]

Hi, I'm the one that sent the 'attempting to calm myself down' ask, please ignore it. I've actually calmed down enough to feel really embarrassed by it haha!

Nah, you’re fine- I tend to like routines and things in a certain place. When they get moved, it makes me feel off balance or I’ll forget to do something. I know sometimes when stuff isn’t where I expect it to be, it’s like a misstep and I’m more likely to repeat things. Locking the door, then checking it again, maybe even unlocking it and going back in to make sure the lights are out, because I know something’s off but can’t figure out what. But I understand being frustrated and needing an outlet for it

Stress Relief

Prowl x Reader

• Staring at the crap he’s spread out on his berth, you’re not sure if he’s raided a Goodwill donation drop off or some elderly person’s yard sale. Ugly, floral lamps and vases, mismatched plates and cups, a boxy old TV set. Maybe he’d decided you’d like some human stuff? “I know you. Know you’re a lot like me and I thought, maybe, you’d like this,” he says, gesturing at the stuff as you raise your brows at him in question. And he hands you an aluminum bat.

• Watches you blink slowly, hands sliding on the bat as you find your grip and swing it like you’re testing the weight. “You want me to smash this crap? That’s the deal?” You ask, sounding suspicious like you think it’s a trick. But you are a lot like him. And sometimes he’s so frustrated, so angry he wants to destroy something and he has to bottle it up. Pretend nothing bothers him and hide the anger. Because he’s not allowed yo show his true face, to let his anger show.

• “That’s right,” he says, door wings lifting and falling in a shrug. And you swing the bat, the crack of it connecting with that ugly lamp a shock, the thing coming apart with the first blow. It’s stupid. You know it’s stupid, but it feels strangely good to lose control and just destroy things, pour your frustration out. The green vase is next. A glass. Aware of him watching you and that you’re grinning like a psycho as you bend to grab a plate and throw it.

• Huffing through his vents as you bare your teeth in a slightly frightening little smile as you smash everything until you’re breathing hard. Until you’re laughing. Angry and frustrated like he is, but unlike him, you’re allowed to lash out, to scream and get angry, so he’s living vicariously through you. Letting you do what he can’t because of his position.

• Embarrassed after it’s over, you feel good. Lighter somehow. All you’ve done is make a mess, broken ceramic and glass everywhere and you’re out of breath, hair slicked with sweat to your face and neck. “Thanks,” you mutter, hands aching from gripping the bat too hard. Fingers almost numb where you missed a few times and hit the berth instead. And he’s leaning to cup the back of your head and press a kiss against your temple. ‘Any time.’

[casdeans-pie]

Breakfast at Midnight

“What are you cooking?” Cas's voice rumbles behind Dean, announcing his presence as he enters the kitchen. As usual, despite wearing nothing but dress shoes, the angel's footsteps can be completely silent when he wants them to – but Dean is used to it. He doesn’t even blink.

“Pancakes,” Dean says simply, as he flicks his wrist to jolt the frying pan and flip a cooking pancake gracefully into the air. It sizzles when it lands. “You want some?”

Cas must move closer, because his voice is suddenly right behind Dean when he says, “It’s midnight.”

Dean finally turns around, and of course Cas is weirdly close – they’re practically nose to nose. He can’t help the fond smile that breaks out onto his face. “Everything tastes better at midnight, Cas. It’s magic.”

“I’m not sure that it is.”

“Human magic,” Dean says again, tapping the side of his head.

Cas’s eyebrows scrunch together and his lips pinch into a thin line, but amusement and fondness sparkle in his blue eyes.

Dean’s grin widens. “Just sit down and enjoy your breakfast at midnight, man. They’re nearly done.”

Cas stares at him for a beat longer, holding eye contact in the way that he does, before he finally goes and takes a seat at the small wooden table.

Dean returns to the frying pan, humming a tune, and casually flips the pancake again. (Totally not showing off.) “Can’t sleep either?”

“I-”

“-Don’t sleep, yeah yeah I know,” Dean says with a chuckle. “It was a joke.”

Cas frowns. “I could sense that you were awake, actually.”

“Worried about me?”

“No, I could feel that your soul was at peace. That made me even more curious, I suppose,” Cas says. “It’s nice to see you happy.”

Dean jumps so hard he nearly flips the pancake onto the ceiling. He turns around and shoots a glare at Cas, but the bastard looks smug.

The scent of sweet Pancakes fills the kitchen, and Dean can’t help but start to hum again as he adds more and more pancakes into a small stack. After another few minutes Dean finally picks up two plates – one has a single pancake on, while the other holds the rest of the stack. He brings them both to the table, places the single pancake in front of Cas, the stack by himself, and takes a seat. His pancakes get immediately drowned in syrup.

Cas's expression softens as he looks down at the food he’s been given. (One singlular pancake on a plate and he’s looking at it like Dean made it out of gold.) “Thank you, Dean.”

Dean hums his acknowledgement as he takes a huge bite, but he can feel the damn heat in the tips of his ears and knows that they’re probably red. The traitors.

Dean’s hands are covered in syrup so he looks away and licks the worst of it from his fingertips.

Eventually Cas takes a cautious nibble from his own pancake. He chews for a long time, and then finally swallows.

“Molecules?” Dean guesses.

“Mm. But pleasant.”

“You shoul’ pu’ some syrup on ‘em or somefin’,” Dean says, around a mouthful of food, after he’s shoved the remaining portion of his current pancake into his mouth.

Cas reaches over the table and brings Dean’s empty hand over towards himself. Dean is still chewing, so he makes a muffled noise of confusion, but lets Cas do whatever he wants.

Cas leans over the table, and sticks out his tongue, to gently and methodically lick the syrup clean from every single one of Dean’s fingers.

Dean nearly chokes.

But he doesn’t move his hand.

Cas eventually releases Dean’s hand and settles back into his seat. His expression doesn’t change, but Dean can see the mischevious crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

Dean's heart is racing in his chest while his hand is hovering awkwardly in the air where Cas left it. He swallows loudly.

“You’re right,” Cas says gravely, “it does taste better at midnight.”

[to-be-spared]

I'm gonna cry just imagining the look on Kentas face when Kim comes for him

okay anon I hope you won't mind me using this ask to vent about the aftermath of the kiss and how that leads us to kim rescuing kenta (HOPEFULLY IN THE NEXT EPISODE)

(already vented about the kiss here. Just in case.)

ALRIGHT.

so right after the kiss where is kenta at. (screenshots quality is going to be: ass. Sorry)

what breaks my heart about kenta (thanks a lot garfield) is that he almost looks apologetic.

as i discussed in my other post, kim took a huge risk with regards to his own feelings and vulnerability when he kissed kenta, and kenta is way too familiar with heartbreak to not see that. but he himself knows he just can't let this go. he can't just get tony get away with it, he has to stop him.

but something does shift in the way kenta acts with kim - he's constantly touching him now.

(first screenshot was supposed to be kenta touching kim's leg. I was just done trying to take screenshots not going to lie)

now obviously these aren't casual touches, they have a very specific purpose - keeping kim safe. kenta wants to make sure kim is constantly within reach, and constantly safe.

you know what it is. it's like by showing his own feelings, kim has allowed kenta to care. it's like kenta cared before the kiss, but he wasn't sure he was allowed to show it. I don't know if I'm explaining this well, so apologies if I repeat myself, but.

I think Kenta clearly cared for Kim before the kiss. In an undefined way, sure, but he wanted Kim close. He could rely on Kim. He trusted Kim. Which, arguably, for Kenta is pretty much everything.

But Kenta didn't know how Kim felt about him - for all he knew, Kim was reluctantly but diligently following Pete's request.

And now that he knows - now that he knows, he's allowed to show care the best way he knows how. Keep Kim safe.

Kenta also becomes suddenly aware of how Kim reacts to him - also because Kim reacts to him far more openly.

So where are we at. Kim cares about Kenta enough to kiss him, enough to follow him into an idiotic plan, enough to want to keep him safe.

Kenta knows. Let me repeat that, Kenta knows. In the sense that, not only has Kim told him. Kim has shown him in a way that Kenta can't deny.

And that's when Kenta tells Kim trust me and asks Kim to leave him behind. Which is arguably a low blow. Kenta is making this a trust issue, when it's really not. Not to mention, Kim is wildly out of his depth (he says so himself), so he can't think of an alternative on the spot.

Kim is so fucking upset.

But I also think Kenta was making himself vulnerable here in more ways than one.

I think Kenta is sacrificing himself and answering Kim's own sacrifice (when he kissed him, if I'm still following my previous post).

Listen, Kenta doesn't take self sacrifice lightly, not at this point. He doesn't care about his life much, that's for sure, but he's fought so hard to get the information he wants from Tony, he's not taking this sacrifice lightly.

He is giving up on his mission. Except that it's all backwards. It's not to save himself. It's to save Kim.

AND SO.

You know the only place left to go?

because now they both know!! And when Kenta is going to thread his fingers through kim's hair I'll lose my mind!!!

And Kenta won't be surprised because he knows at this point, he knows Kim will rescue him. He's already done it. But he'll be surprised because now he knows it's not just because Pete asked Kim to keep an eye on him. It's because someone finally, finally purely and simply cares that Kenta is safe.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

(Accidentally posted this as a draft, then deleted it)

Florida man is a state of mind. One that shows how we all want to live. He exists without shame. Without hesitation. And most importantly, without a single thought. If you say you don't want to be like Florida man, you're lying.

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Julie, Frank, Wally & slightly unhinged/eccentric Reader

Julie

★ You and her make all sorts of new games. One afternoon, you "borrowed" a shopping cart from Howdy. And tried to see how fast you could go with her inside. Julie cheered. Howdy screamed. Now you owe the shopkeeper a new cart.

★ Somehow, you function on three hours of sleep and a bag of chips. Like a teen that got a hold of energy drinks for the first time. Julie just assumed it's normal for you to live like this. When you finally crash, she watches you. Amazed you stayed up this long.

★ She drew the line at "homemade fireworks." Because Julie really doesn't want you to destroy stuff. "You're gonna blow up that mailbox!" She warned you, wide eyed and a little scared. But you lit the fuse anyway. And all she did was watch.

Frank

★ Frank started questioning natural selection after meeting you. Not for being a good example. But because nothing you've done has killed you. The catalyst for this thought was when he saw you lighting... what looked like a pile of cardboard tubes? Followed by an explosion.

★ You must be doing something right if you've made it this far. Even though he's tried reasoning with you to make better decisions. "Please don't." He says while pinching the bridge of his nose. You grin "What if I do?" Sometimes, Frank makes you wear a helmet.

★ Despite everything, he likes having you around. He may tell people "They're going to be the death of me." But Frank still has a first aid kit stashed away. Just for you. As history suggests you'll need it again.

Wally

★ He always thought life was best lived carefully. Then you came along. With your scraped knuckles and busted knee. And Wally was charmed! He doesn't understand most of the things you do. Which is why he can't stop thinking about it.

★ You climbed the tall clock tower without safety gear. It wasn't damaged, but you were after losing grip. He didn't lecture you after. Just said "You should be more careful." While Frank, on the other hand, gave you an earful.

★ When somebody complains about your recklessness, he's the first to defend you. Saying “They think it's fun.” And nothing else. Because that might start an argument. And Wally doesn't care for those. 

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Shadow and Void _ Part 13

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 Arc 4: Part 8 ― Part 9 ― Part 10 ― Part 11 ― Special Arc 5: Part 12 ― Part 13 (here) ― Part 14  ― Part 15 (links will be updated when the last part is out)

You summoned a tornado of mist whirling and surrounding Jinwoo who was encased in Sillad’s ice. You knew for a fact that Jinwoo had a chance of survival because you knew Ashborn wouldn’t let his careful work go to waste. If Ashborn or even a small fraction of his being was within Jinwoo’s body or his powers, then there is a chance for Jinwoo.

One slight chance that even your human vessel didn’t have. You held onto that hope and protected Jinwoo from the others that wanted to finish the job. You can hold on until the transformation is complete, you can hold on until the true Shadow Monarch arrives.

Please… Jinwoo…

This fourth life if he manages to ascend to a true Monarch. First, as his ordinary human self, second as his weak Hunter self, third as his growing Hunter self and being the successor Ashborn was so proud of, and last would be the fourth where he takes over completely and Ashborn will be no more but a distant memory. As much as you hated the thought of it, you can’t overlook Ashborn’s will and deeds. Jinwoo is practically his pride and joy from this point on. So you’ll do everything in your power to ensure he is among the living.

But more so because Sung Jinwoo had grown on you as someone separate from Ashborn, an irreplaceable individual in your life as well.

“Step away while we’re still asking, Monarch of Void.” Sillad warned with his spearhead pointed at you. Rakan and Querehsha joined him on either side. “You are still able to join the right side, we won’t tell the Monarch of Destruction about your actions.”

You held your ground, the layer of mist thickening at your ankles, “Try and move me away.” Your grip on your weapon tightened as you gave it a swing to show your undeterred will. “I have forsaken Ashborn once, I won’t repeat my mistake.”

Querehsha laughed, “How was that a mistake? What you did was honourable. Deserving! He was too strong and ignorant. It was only right for us to put him in his place.”

A knot twisted in your form, as unpleasant as it was, you knew you deserved the suffering. For what you did to Ashborn, this was the least of your sufferings. “None of you are coming near the successor of the Monarch of Shadows.” Your eyes glowed as a wave of aura pushed everything back by a few feet, even the three Monarchs, “This oath I hereby stake, a foreshadow of the future to come. I, Monarch of Void, vow on my power as a Monarch; Sung Jinwoo will not be touched by any of you for Sung Jinwoo will prevail over all you Monarchs.”

Silver aura outlined your form and Jinwoo’s, you glared at them all as they took a step back from shock and annoyance. It was apparent why they would feel and be threatened by a mere declaration from you, for it held meaning and power unlike any other done in the universe. To stake your power meant whatever you vowed upon would come to pass. 

While you do hold the power to strengthen your allies, your main power is to create a future you foresee. The only downside was that it would not be for yourself. It must be directed at another individual and cannot be repeated. That was how Ashborn, who was the strongest, was defeated by a simple betrayal. When you wanted to bring Ashborn back, you found that you couldn’t take back what you had staked. You were a coward to bend towards the will of the other Monarchs. You were a coward for staying neutral and being taken advantage of.

Never again. Even if when you are making enemies of the other Monarchs, you will side with Ashborn, and that also applied to his successor, whom he cherishes and you love.

[TITLES OF ‘MONARCH OF VOID’ HAVE BEEN REVEALED.]

- <HARBINGER OF SUCCESS> AND <KEEPER OF OATH> 

[A SKILL OF ‘MONARCH OF VOID’ HAS BEEN REVEALED.]

- PROMISE OF THE FUTURE

[CONGRATULATIONS! ‘PLAYER’ HAS GAINED THE FULL TRUST AND SUPPORT OF THE ‘MONARCH OF VOID’.]

- YOU WILL BE ABLE TO KEEP THE MONARCH BY YOUR SIDE AS YOU WANTED.

Within the prison of ice, Jinwoo was reliving his life as if time had gone in reverse. Everywhere he looked, you weren’t there, as you only appeared when the Chairman was attacked. That was the starting point of your interactions. However, before he could search for you, he needed to build his army from the ground up. If you were anything like the first time he met, you would be extremely hostile and wary of him. Even treating him as something insignificant.

He went through the same trials. Did everything he recalled up until that point, where he dreamed of him dying. He ignored the repeated notification window where he was asked if he wanted to restart the world. He knew of your appearance, and he knew of your home. Yet when he got there, you were nowhere to be found. As if you didn’t exist.

So he called out to the void around him, “Why don’t you stop this. I know that all of this is an illusion! So stop this charade and reveal yourself!! How much longer are you planning to look down on me from above?!”

The inside surroundings of a vacant cave immediately changed to that of a black void, water ripples spread out at his feet under him. Millions of windows displaying the same repeated message surrounded him to the point it made a golden cylinder wall around him as high as the eye could see. Then they all disappeared as the clink of metal echoed and the sound of footsteps announced an arrival.

“You must be the King of the Dead that the Monarch of Void was so enraptured with.” Jinwoo’s gaze turned to the black entity that appeared. A suit of armour covered his body, then shadows cloaked him like a cape. Finally, there were neon purple eyes, hair, and patterns that highlighted his figure. “Ashborn.”

“If you wanted to, you could live in this world for eternity. It would be like never waking up from the most wonderful dream.” Ashborn spoke, neither affirming nor denying his claim. 

The thought of leaving you behind was unbearable. Right this moment… Three Monarchs were in the human realm and you were defendless without him. You didn’t even do anything while he was battling against the other Monarchs. Although it was a relief that you didn’t help the other Monarchs, you didn’t help him either. “Are you telling me to be trapped within this illusion you have created?” 

“No. I did not create this world. You are responsible for its creation.” Ashborn’s form changed to that of Song Chi-Yul. “It’s a world created by combining your desire to correct your mistakes up until now, together with my power. In other words, this is my territory.” Now it was Lee Joohee’s appearance, “This is the eternal rest…” A bloodied Kim Sangshik, “Death.” His sister, Jinah, “I have been watching you for far longer than you could possibly imagine. You, who had always been closer than anyone to death, yet so desperately resisting against it.”

“Like the Monarch of Void’s vessel… So is this where you make a vow to take my body?” Jinwoo will resist in however way he can. So long as he rejected the deal, he’ll keep his body and you will remain by his side.

Ashborn’s form changed to his mother’s. “There won’t be any vows. The Monarch of Void and I do things differently, I am sure you were informed.” The Monarch stared back at Jinwoo with a knowing look, “I am the record of your struggles, the evidence of your resistance, and the reward of your sufferings. I am death, I am eternal rest, as well as terror. I am…” Finally, he took Jinwoo’s E-Rank Hunter form with dull dead eyes that reflected nothing in them, “You.” He raised a hand and made a tree grow out of nothingness, “And within my territory, you are able to do anything you want.” His form changed to a transition build Jinwoo once took, “You are able to turn my servants into yours,” A flower formed and quickly withered to dust, “And absorb my power from them.”

Jinwoo backed up a bit as the void turned into a lush green clearing within the forest. When he looked up, Ashborn had taken the form of Cha Hae-In. “Although it’s only possible within your own territory, the power to create, destroy and change the world is an omnipotent power. One that the Monarch of Void shares but far outweighs mine.”

“Are you saying that you and I possess the same power?”

Ashborn grinned with Hae-In’s face, yet a purple glow outlined her form and her eyes glowed purple, their distance perfectly shadowed her facial features that it appeared ominous. “I’ve been waiting for the day we finally meet for a very long time now. Talking face to face and not through reviewed memories.” The scenery returned back to the void of darkness, and Ashborn appeared in all his glory. “I am the Shadow Monarch. The King of the Dead who rules over the power of death, and the administrator of the deepest part of the darkness.”

“I have a few questions… But the most pressing one is about the Monarch of Void.”

“Eager to return to the Monarch of Void’s side?”

Jinwoo glared at Ashborn, “If what you said was true and this world was made by my desires and your powers combined. Why wasn’t the Monarch of Void present at all? And why, despite taking the forms of so many that have influenced me, did you not take the Monarch of Void’s form?”

Ashborn wondered if he should answer truthfully. He has been watching, so he knew the obsession Jinwoo held when it came to matters concerning you. If he knew the truth of your being, he imagined Jinwoo would be locking you away from the world and his humanity might all be gone. “The Monarch of Void is… A being unlike other Monarchs and the Rulers.” A familiar window displaying your information appeared before Jinwoo. “Notice that the first label in the [Class] section was ‘Space’, as simple as it sounds, the Monarch of Void is space itself. They, she, he, it, have no form to call their, her, his, its own. The Monarch of Void could only appear to you in the flesh and in a solid form because of that vessel. Otherwise… The Monarch of Void will cease to exist in anyone’s memory, just as one would ignore space that covets all.”

“...” This complicated things… No wonder you always have that smoky appearance and never seem to have anything that was solid. “Why… was I chosen? The Monarch of Void said I was a vessel then I was a successor. What game are you playing?”

“I shall show you. Our beginning and end… And also, your beginning.”

Outside, you protected Jinwoo’s form from Sillad and Rakan who have changed their target to you after you had spoken your oath that guaranteed the envisioned future. If you were to die, then there was a chance that that future you speak of wouldn’t come to pass. You long abandoned your human vessel into your realm to be in your true form, even if it’s just a while, you would be invincible against their onslaught. You can’t use much of your powers, but you will be able to fulfil your goal.

“He’s dead for sure, why do you guard that?” Rakan growled.

“I make the final judgment. You stay where you are.” Your misty form resembles that of a snake, your tail curled around the ice and your upper body with a pair of arms with razor-sharp claw at the end of each finger, your eyes glowed and smokey whisps made up your threatening aura. “I will give you a chance. Leave us be.”

Black and purple lightning flashed from the ice, you and the others looked to Jinwoo, finding his right chest burning with a dark purple flame that resembled a heart. Your eyes widened as you realized what you once feared to be happening, now you were glad that Jinwoo was the one to remain even when Ashborn would be gone as a result.

“Don’t tell me…!” Sillad’s jaw clenched as he immediately summoned his spear. 

“No, we can’t let this happen!” Rakan roared as his claws elongated.

We must stop the true King from descending after the fake King has died! The two Monarchs’ thoughts aligned as they came at what you have been protecting. Once the true King descends, the fake is no more and the oath is void, but! A human is still easier to kill than a Monarch!

You briefly wondered if you should send them both into your realm, however, your vessel was left there defendless and you can’t leave Jinwoo alone. You didn’t need to do anything as a third party abruptly appeared and kicked Rakan’s face and knocked him into Sillad whose eyes widened from the unsuspected attack. You forcefully stopped yourself from laughing since this was serious, but you still released a snicker.

The third party landed and stood protectively in front of Jinwoo and indirectly you since you were wrapped around Jinwoo’s ice block. You recognized the golden outline of aura, he wielded daggers, reminding you of Jinwoo’s fighting style, his voice deep and raspy, “From here on, none shall touch this child.”

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[omniphilic]

ahem* hi hope you’re having a great day! Here are some concepts I thought of because there’s so much potential for angst in the Milf reader universe. Also the amber for this concept is show amber , I’ll wake one for comic amber later (if you want me too hehe)

Some people age like milk, some people age like fine wine but Ambers Mom?, she ages like ambrosia. That’s the local inside joke in the neighborhood, some moms envy her, some men love her, sons can’t go a day without staring at her. Does that mean she’s promiscuous? Oh no not at all, she’s kind, with a smile that can run a city, cooks like she was taught in the womb and always makes everyone’s day a but better, she also loves her daughter fiercely, VERY. FIERCELY. And would insult and/or beat the ever loving shit out of you if you mess with her family.

That’s why when Amber brought her first boyfriend home and he started making some berry suggestive passes at her mom, she did the best thing she could do, leave the room. Soon after he left, she called her daughter fi a chat and told her how her boyfriend made her uncomfortable and would want him at the house anymore, keeping the true story to herself so as to not sabotage her relationship with her daughter. Amber knew that there was still some truth yet to be told but trusted her mother either way, her relationship with her first boyfriend went smoothly (aside from her mother’s obvious distaste for him) that was until one day she caught him pants down jerking to a photo of her mom that he got from facebooking. She broke up with him instantly.

Now, you said in one of your answers to an als that this has been a recurring problem with amber and her boyfriends and I just think that’s why she avoids bringing them home to meet Milf reader , partially because she doesn’t trust them and part because she doesn’t want any of them to try to get too handsy with her mom (I feel like this may have happened before) and the other part is because she doesn’t want her mom to feel bad about it any time she breaks up with her boyfriends because of it. But when amber met mark, she felt he was different than the others, that he wouldn’t even dare do such a thing (how wrong she was).

It starts slow but she starts suspecting and soon she finds out and she is DONE, she comes back home angry and tear faced, MILF reader asks her what’s wrong and she EXPLODES and eventually saying a few words she can’t quite take back. Reader is mortified and immensely guilty, she begins to drift away, not out of spite or anger but fear that her presence will mess up the possibility of Amber finding true love, she can’t even look her own daughter in the eye and hovers around like she’s lost her spark and she has, her lovely daughter hates her (she doesn’t and feels guilty about what she said but doesn’t know how to apologize) so now everything just doesn’t seem right anymore.

Do they make up? Maybe idk but the whole concept gave me brain worms and I don’t know how to get rid of them , what do you think?

I LOOOOOOOOOOVE THIS BECAUSE YOU ARE LITERALLY LIVING IN MY MIND!!! you are in my cell dude, because from top to bottom, yes yes yes all over this. just. yes.

tw: inappropriate advances + touching. onesided, background reader x amber's boyfriends (mark's in too deep). slutshaming of reader, accusations of cheating and homewrecking towards reader. Mostly examining Amber and Readers relationship.

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Amber has a great mom. You've been her number one fan ever since she could draw breath, you'd lose an arm and a leg for her, die, if it would make her dreams multiply. You already give her the world and have begun plotting on the moon.

So... you have a bit of a problem on your hands when that new boy she brings home sauntered up to you.

Your daughter is beautiful, so it's not very surprising she's bringing home boys. You want her to live her life to the fullest so you've no interest in cramping her style, eager to meet her little friends, even the ones you don't like that much. This one, you think has a bit of a problem.

He has that stupid smirk twisting his lips. You are quite familiar with that kind of boy--he's got something loaded in the chamber and an itchy trigger finger; whether it'd be cool or cruel, you think, naturally, it's some dumb one liner you'll find a way to one up.

As simple as boys can be though, you always forget how unpredictable kids these days are. Bold. Audacious.

He's all puffed chest and pomp, walking past the threshold of the kitchen island. You're smiling because it's your default, head tilted towards, face curious. You make an inquisitive noise, put on to his approach. He doesn't falter for a second, rosy cheeks bunching up with his smile. He's sweet just standing there, but then he opens his mouth, and things get sour.

"Hey, Mrs. Bennett!"

He exchanges pleasantries while standing watch hawkish, waiting for the right time to dip down with talons and catch you up.

He can manage normalcy for at most four minutes.

"Hey, bud! Anything you need from me?" He says 'no', but doesn't stand any less imposing or bothersome, blathering on about nothing for a few moments. The weather, the pool him and Amber are heading to, what kind of swimsuits 'look the best'.

You're half listening, hands busy and mind scoring over the itinerary for the day, so you almost don't hear him.

"I think you'd look really good in a bikini!" His eyes glance down at your breasts in your low-cut shirt, then flick back up. "Or in any swimsuit really. I see where Amber gets her beauty from, you know." Your head arches back, the corners of your eyes wrinkling as your expression expands, lips pursed as you nod, fixing your face as your mind recovers from that white flash. "I guess I'm just sorta surprised Amber doesn't dress like you do..." He sticks up his hand to cradle his chin between thumb and forefinger. "She doesn't really like to be all... showy."

Your body is shot, state of shock so strong you don't notice you cut your finger until it stings under the cool water. You grunt and glance down at the sink, look at the rivulets of blood tinting the water red, and think. He keeps going.

"I guess I'm just lucky she has a beautiful ma—looking at you is sorta like looking at her. Just a... bigger version."

You want to clean out your ears with the dish soap because you couldn't--can't--have heard him right. Disbelief makes you snort as you finish the last of the dishes and wash out your cut. You turn off the water and turn your head up, just to see him standing there, lingering effluvia, looking every part bitch and bastard.

He's staring at you because you never turn your back on a big cat and he's wishing the cougar would pounce. For the other shoe to drop, where you fulfill his fantasy and go belly up for him, claws sheathed, tail aside. Maybe he's imagining you'd be flattered, shy, meek, the take-it-like-a-good-girl type.

"I thought you were gonna tell me a joke or say something funny when you walked up like that. I mean, I guess I wasn't entirely wrong. But this isn't the place for whatever the fuck you got going on." You dry off your hands, wring them in a towel that you ditch on the counter. "Back up."

"What? "

You don't falter.

"I didn't stutter. Behind the counter, now." You don't ask nicely and he realizes he's forgotten himself, cowed, less enthusiastic as tries to back pedal. "I hope you don't speak to Amber like that—never mind your mother." You sneer at him, poised viper-like.

"Amber!" You call out, sing-songy. "Can you come here, please?"

Sunshine ducks her head in and the kitchen becomes very bright, alive despite the blight stood beside with you. "You good mom? Did something happ—Oh! You're in here?" She is immediately distracted by her boy-thing, and you wave him away. "Your boyfriend here was telling me you two are going to the pool?"

You watch him walk and stand beside her, plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Yup! You ready to go, babe?"

She looks up at him but is unable to meet his eye as he quickly brushes past, then back at you. Her face isn't mad, but not happy either, just confused. You smile with no teeth.

"I just hope you two have lots of fun out there, okay? Don't forget to take your sunscreen. Oh! And pictures."

You'll need to have a talk with her when she gets back.

She has very little patience for these kinds of things now but you try to settle the matter as delicately as you can each time.

"Your boyfriend... I think he's gotten a little too, comfortable, don't you think?" It's a delicate matter to discuss over meatloaf but the discussion is most certainly had, with you explaining as sweetly as you can manage how it’d probably be best if you two started meeting at his place is all.

They didn’t stay together for much longer after that, though Amber never exactly told you how it all shook out.

She doesn’t really need to.

Every boy seems to get it in their mind at least once, when they come over. It's always something. Brushing up against you in places with space for ten people, off color comments, backhanded compliments aimed at putting Amber down to big you up.

It's not only sick, but sad.

You could leave the room all you like, put on different clothes, say something, or say nothing. But nothing would change.

They all act the same.

It always ends the same way, too. Your tear-damp shoulder and more time wasted, mounting resentment hidden behind her trembling lip all coming to a head when the apple of her eye falls far from the tree.

This past one was a real shame, too.

That Mark Grayson. An adonis in a modern age, armed with a charm befitting of a boy and a smile you're not surprised wormed it's way into your daughters heart. He wears his interests on his sleeve, if the Seance Dog shirt he wore to dinner one time is anything to go by.

She was afraid to show him off to you. Called him her ‘friend’ whenever he came up in conversation, forgetting how her smile turns up whenever his name comes from betwixt her lips.

You had no problem not knowing. Though it would be better to stagger the arrival of this one, as she’s done times before. To lessen exposure, delay the inevitable.

But eventually, you will meet.

He's sweet enough, you'd reckon, if a little shy when you come 'round. Always head down, light blush as if he's always a little sunburnt.

"Hey Mark, could you pass me the—" Salt. It's in your hands before you can even finish the sentence, as if he knows what you want before you yourself. You found it sweet, if a little too attentive. Mark certainly knew how to make someone feel seen, special, though his affections should've been reserved for his girlfriend, not you.

Starts small. Hugs that last too long, odd looks across the couch, room, dinner table. An arm around the small of your back instead of around your shoulders. A heat simmering on your chest, though when you look up, it’s gone.

She watches you more carefully than him and maybe that’s what stings—that she doesn’t feel entirely assured that you’re batting for her team, that you’re not just trying to secretly whittle her down, because what really are the chances?

The chances she’ll catch Mark with your name on the tip of his tongue, chances she’ll catch him with your panties slip-sliding out his pocket?

Higher than zero.

After a point, you have to see how easy it is for her to concede that some of this is likely your fault.

The fault of a whore. A hoe, housemaker and home wrecker in equal measure, and while you aren’t surprised at the words she slurs and spits at you, it doesn’t make the disrespect hurt any less. You would think your bond paramount to that of any she could’ve forged with those boys—you wouldn’t sacrifice your relationship with the light of your life just to fuck about with pieces of meat, those stupid little men.

You thought your daughter would think so much higher of you.

You were mistaken.

In reality Amber is a young person dealing with complex emotions regarding inadequacy, having not felt like enough for a very long time.

You guys would talk very little in the following weeks, only when she needed, if she wanted. It’s lonely but you’ve your own friends to keep you company, to rave and rant to until Amber has worked through her emotions and chooses circle back around—discuss the things she’d said to you that night.

I think you and her would ultimately resolve your issues. Her new man, is it Kyle? The picture perfect gentleman, wouldn’t look at you sideways cause he’s too busy kissing the ground Amber walks on, treating her with tenderness, care.

You can find it in yourself to be happy for her, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief. At least it’s over now.

[colourobserver]

A lot of people are not going to like me for saying this but…it needs to be said. And no one is even going to read this but…vent time!

For starters,

MOVIE TERESA AND BOOK TERESA ARE VERY, VERY DIFFERENT.

I know that people realise that movie Teresa only got her memories later on and made her decision on whether the gladers should be given up for a cure. Yet people seem to miss the fact that this DOESN’T happen in the books. So let’s talk about some things book Teresa has done.

Just so it’s clear, I UNDERSTAND why people don’t hate Teresa. I understand people not thinking she is evil, OKAY? I get that. Bc when I too look at the situation of The Maze Runner from an outside perspective without emotional attachments to the characters I can understand the importance of doing what they could to find a cure. The good of the many and all that jazz.

Now something that people SOMEHOW seem to forget is that book Teresa DIDN’T just do things for ‘the good of the many’ and even when she did she was super heartless about it. She cared for Thomas a whole lot more than anyone else so I don’t believe it’s a matter of her wanting to save everyone too.

1. In the books Teresa knew basically EVERYTHING—even if she didn’t she knew enough—that was going to happen to the boys. At times one word could have saved lots of lives and Wicked still would have got their variables or whatever. For instance she knew Chuck was going to be controlled by Wicked to jump in front of Thomas when Gally shoots him. The same way they were forcing Gally. She also knew other stuff that was happening in the trials for like how she could have at least said something about IDK MAYBE THE BIG MOLTEN METAL BALLS THAT LITERALLY BURNT THOSE KIDS ALIVE.

2. In the end when she planned on saving Thomas and no one else. UMM SO WE JUST FORGOT THAT THAT HAPPENED? It is crazy to me how people portray Teresa as super caring of everyone and stuff bc if YOU were in the maze she would not give two shits if you lived or died. As well as how everyone but Thomas were ‘subjects’ to her.

3. Teresa’s whole ‘I love you Thomas. We’re in this together’ and not only lying to him about the fact he was going to have his memory swiped and not her but manipulating him into comforting her in that bit in fever code that she says “tell me that we’ll survive this. Tell me that we will save our friends together”—something like that anyways. She KNEW the maze was gonna kill most of the kids yet she made Thomas say that right before she let Paige drug him and wipe his memories etc.

4. Teresa’s whole ‘if I didn’t go with Wicked’s plan they would have killed you Thomas” really says a lot about her care for literally anyone that ISN’T Thomas.

5. Teresa’ reaction to Minho calling her a traitor in the scorch when she shrugged and said “I’m sick of apologising. I did what I had to to” like that is SO insensitive to EVERYTHING Minho went through! Have you no empathy???

6. Before that when she whacked Thomas on the head with a gas chamber and spear much more than even necessary has me with mixed feelings about how much she truly loves Thomas or whether she was just attached to him. Maybe it was more of a possession thing? We always talk about male love interests being possessive but not the girl…but that a whole other thing.

7. Teresa having the AUDACITY to telepathically tell Thomas when he was kidnapped and put into a white room for like ever that “wicked is good” ehh, ever heard of time and place?

I also hate the whole “you just don’t get her like I do” like yes, if you are talking about the fact she wanted to save everyone and not just a select few then YES in fact any one with a bloody moral compass can see that. You are allowed to feel that way, ofc you are. But no, you aren’t understanding her on a deeper level you are understanding something that everyone should be able to understand.

And then movie Teresa…I don’t rlly care if you love her or not. Mostly because she actually showed guilt when torturing Minho. I personally don’t like her either but I don’t hate her.

(Also I think that if movie Teresa wasn’t so conventionally attractive she wouldn’t be nearly as liked. I’ve literally had someone tell me that she’s their favourite character because she’s so ‘hot’.

Yall im in a war zone saying this but oh well.

[rotten-patty]

I’m still not over it I’ll never be over it I fucking adore Farewell, Rayashki and I need to talk about how Windsong and Vila, and by extension Rayashki, compliment each other.

Rayashki is a near-utopian dream - Vila particularly states it often, how it’s her dream and how wonderful it is to live there, and everyone else living in it shares this dream, and they fight tooth and nail to keep it alive and fuel it.

And then there’s Windsong. I’d call her the POV character for this story, with her own dream, of revitalizing the study of ley lines, and proving its legitimacy to the wider world.

And I adore how these two dreams intersect.

Immediately, Vila shows the acceptance and welcoming nature of Rayashki - the same she had received. She, and the others, allow Windsong to prove herself without prejudice, and that’s exactly what she does.

The line “This is where our paths meet” may as well encapsulate their story, and the story of Rayashki. It’s a place where others can find their home, a place they belong without judgement - and which in turn helps facilitate their dream.

Windsong is heard, accepted - and her studies help the town turn around. She helps them deal with the critters, the Zeno occupation - and, eventually, their problem with the town’s sustainability, by discovering a massive coaldeposit, all thanks to the knowledge hidden in the ley lines.

But she couldn’t have done it by herself.

The people of Rayashki, and Vila in particular, believe in her theory, and maybe more importantly, they believe in Windsong, likely even more than she believes in herself. They give her the courage to push further, to stand her ground, and to prove what she knows and what she can do.

And it’s mutual. When the Zeno try to tempt her with an endorsement, she does consider it at first.

But Zeno doesn’t believe in her. Rayashki, Vila, however; they do.

What immediately jumped at me was the wording of “less than satisfactory results”. Everything Windsong had said, predicted or discovered here so far was right - the only thing less than satisfactory was what she was leading the people of Rayashki to discover - which, while it came at an unforeseen cost, was just what they had needed.

But the point is, Zeno didn’t believe in her. Zemo didn’t care. This was a carrot on a stick, a way to shut her up and get her out of the way. And this wouldn’t prove her studies. To take this endorsement would be to walk away from the exact opportunity that she had been waiting for her whole academic career, with no proof to show for it.

But she stuck with Rayashki, she believed in Rayashki, in Vila’s dream, because they believed in her dream. This is where their paths met.

This and many other reasons are why I adore the story of Rayashki. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and I’m absolutely thrilled for 1987 Cosmic Overture. Windsong has become one of my favourite characters throughout, and the dynamic of her, Vila and August is wonderful.

Anyway I love them so much and I need them to kiss. I’ve been scouring Windla fics for hours after finishing Rayashki and they’re all so good and I need more and I’m basically decided that I will write some (after I finish the ToothZ in my drafts).

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

ive decided if no one is going to make my guilty pleasure, imma have to do it myself. sighs… here are some headcanons about dating robert chase… (in no specific order)

(side note: someone has probably already done this, but its always fem/girl reader and im tired of that)

First off, hes always late to fucking everything even tho he tries soooo desperately to be on time :( doctor duties

once yall get serious n he spends majority time at your place, the team finds out and breaks in. They grill you on your relationship and like. its the shovel talk. Youre very confused.

hes always really hot (temp wise and otherwise) so hes not a big fan of cuddling. but!! Theres a solution!! He starfishes and turns the fan up to 100 while u lay underneath him and cuddle like an octopus. (Sorry people who run hot this is for the cold people. aka me)

he’s really reluctant to date again after the whole cameron leaving bcz of the dibala thing, so at first it was really hard to gain his trust. Like a shy shelter kitten. but he eventually warmed up, even if u still feel that he’s keeping something heavy to himself.

he loves baking, so during the holidays yall make and decorate cookies together. You suggest he takes some to work, but he says something about his coworkers being assholes and not deserving it, especially his boss. Whatever that means.

he’s also reluctant to share much about his job. Youve been to the ppth hospital once, before you knew him, for like a broken finger or smth; since you started dating you havent been to his work once, even if he’s been to yours once or twice.

He had short hair when yall started dating, but you found a few pictures of his longer hair and begged him to grow it out again. He obliged and its so beautiful again.

One sunday after an especially hard case at work he asks if you want to go to church with him. He explains its not really all that important, and you dont have to if you dont want to, but you grab his hand and reassure him that you will. and you do. You dont know exactly what solace he finds but youre glad he asked you to come with him to find it.

he always gets so mad at medical inaccuracies in the shows you watch (canon doctor event)

he lays his head in your lap lets u just admire him and run ur fingers thru his hair

every once in a while you’ll be having a conversation and youll say something and he just makes this face. And he just sits there for a moment. And then he rushes out of the apartment to go save someones life or something. By now when he makes that face u just grab his coat and kiss him on the cheek.

some days he just gets sad and starts crying (the crying is usually after a few drinks). You dont know why but you comfort him nonetheless.

you beg him to adopt a cat with you and this is when he realizes its serious. He withdraws a bit. Asks you really weird questions about the morality of the death penalty and genocide. you answer honestly. You dont know exactly what happened but you have an idea. You ponder a bit but eventually settle on telling him that you trust him to do the right thing. that night he cries a little while you cuddle. You comfort him as best you can. in the morning you reiterate that you trust him to do the right thing. he smiles. Then he asks if you still want that cat. you do. You adopt a little white fluffball who screeches like the devil when she doesnt get food.

Okay thats it for now. This post was powered by pure rage towards the fact that there practically no robert chase x male reader fics out there. So these headcanons are specifically robert chase x me. And you too ig.

[vbluesss]

I gotta admit, I'm really surprised by how the dynamic between Rick and Morty has evolved throughout the show.

At first it was a super one-sided relationship, where Rick was the genius, totally in control, dragging his grandson into messed up situations without caring much about what happened to him (except for those rare moments when he actually did care), Morty on the other hand, was the "dumb" sidekick who didn't know anything an was constantly humiliated, not just in adventures but in his everyday life (I’ll never forget that memory where Rick pushes him down the stairs just to embarrass him in front of some girls).

What's interesting is that since then Morty started develop this deep resentment toward Rick, and unlike his mother and sister, he did not idealize him, he saw Rick for who he really is.

“I wanted you to have a normal life, that’s something you can’t have when Rick shows up.

Everything real turns fake. Everything right is wrong.

All you know is that you know nothing and he knows everything.

He’s not a villain, Summer, but he shouldn’t be your hero. He’s more like a demon, or a super fucked up god.”

Whe the purge episode came out, I thought that if things kept going this way, Morty might actually end up killing Rick someday. Not in the sense that he would become Evil Morty, it's just... He was clearly full of repressed rage.

"Fuck you Rick! I'll purge you too, you old rickety piece of crap. This has been a long time coming! I'm gonna rip your fucking guts out and smear them all over you face!"

Then the third season premiered and in the very first episode, Morty shot Rick with the intention of killing him! Scenes like these made me so invested in their dynamic, but especially in Morty's development. Sooo here's a little analysis about it!

In early seasons, Morty hated Rick. He totally wanted to kill him at some point, but ofc he wouldn't because:

He was kinda ashamed of this violent part of himself.

Rick is his granda, and if only because of the family bond, he still cares about him.

We're talkin' about Rick Sanchez, motherfucker, like Morty ever stood a chance (or at least that what Morty thought, since we now know that it is not impossible.)

Anyway, the point is Morty was seriously done with Rick's crap, but it's not like he had much choice. They're family, and on top of that, Morty did enjoy the adventures. So he just tolerated it.

Thing's went on like that for a while, Morty started standing up to Rick more and more, and often paid the price of Rick's ego (The Vat Of Acid is the best example) but they always had a strong bond, bla bla bla.

But let's not to forget how Rick constantly manipulated him. I still remember this lines:

"I just took over the family Morty- and if you tell your mom or your sister any of this I'll deny it, and they'll take my side because I'm a hero"

"You can die when I say so. I control you. I control the universe!"

Just adding to the whole "Rick is a god" thing. Morty is perfectly aware, better than anyone else in the family, that Rick is a bad person and had a lot of power over everyone. Up to this point he even handled abandonment quite well, Beth and Summer were the ones who seemed more affected by it.

Still, Morty admires Rick. He needs him. He wants to be around him. As Rick had his moments of real care and and saved Morty, not just for convenience, but genuine affection. Also they got along pretty well.

In "Rest and Ricklaxation" it's even said outright that Rick has an irrational attachment to Morty, and I'd say that Morty also has an irrational attachment to Rick! Because again, he knows who Rick really is. But after so many adventures and those tiny moments of kindness, he can't help but cling to him.

Over time, Morty got more of his own voice, going from being a simple sidekick to being a companion (but not totally equal), and for his part, Rick started to respect his grandson more too (even if the power dynamic hadn't totally shifted)

Then their relationship becomes straight-up codependent.

Let's not forget the crows! That episode wrecked Morty emotionally, and man, I get it! The whole thing about being replaced was nothing more than an empty threat, the crows a way to annoy him. Until it happened. Rick replaces him and dumps him. Then when Rick comes back it's not even for Morty, it's because the crows dumped him first. But Morty still chooses him. Why? because he has no one and nothing else.

Even when Morty has the chance to start a new life far away from Rick, he choose to stay. The truth is that chaos and adventures with Rick is all he's ever known. How do you walk away from the one thing you've built your identity around?

Then S6E2, "Rick: A Mort Well Lived" happens. Morty's most independent, self-aware part gets trapped in a video game... I always feel that like a loss, but I guess it was necessary in some kind of way????? Idk... Anyways, I really liked the direction they took with Morty's codependency and fear of abandonment. After Marta (Morty's fragment) choose to stay in the game, I feek like Morty become more dependent on Rick.

But it's not just Morty who changes, it's also Rick.

Before the crows leave him, he ends up learning a bit about empathy (I think that's what it was) and recognizes that what he and Morty have is toxic, blablabla. I won't expand on this because the analysis is focused on Morty, not Rick, but I want to emphasize the sentence he says in S6E10, "Ricktional Mortpoon's Rickmas Mortcation"

"You called me boring! I've become dog shit to you"

Rick realizes he's lost control over Morty, and acts like the victim because he feels like one. Their bond is more damaged than ever because there is no balance between them. Things were tense since before the crows, add to that the revelation that Morty is not Rick's original grandson, and the Prime oobsession. Things keep spiraling... Still, by the end of the episode Rick brings Morty into the Prime hunt.

Now that I've already mentioned Prime we can go back to Morty, because after they finally found him and Rick got his unsatisfactory revenge, Morty was left marked by Evil Morty words:

"What happens if Rick actually kills this guy? You ever think about that? Maybe he'll kill himself next."

Next episode we see that Rick stopped having adventures for a while to start drinking too much, clearly depressed after the events of the previous episode. Again, this shakes up his bond with Morty.

Past all this, we finally get to one of the best episodes! The first one that really focuses on Morty's psychology: S7E10, Fear no Mort.

(SIDE NOTE: Before that! Something super important happens earlier: His breakup with Planetina (S5E3). Remember what he said to Beth?

"My whole life I've never fit in anywhere. Everything I have to say is always met with an eye roll, as if the act of hearing what I have to say is some exhausting chore. Nobody in this family thinks I can say or do anything right. I've been all over the universe, meet hundreds of people, and Planetina's the only one I've ever meet that makes me feel like I belong."

In Morty's words (and as we have seen throughout the series) there's no one, not even his own family, who doesn't treat Morty like he's an idiot. Everyone just seems tired of dealing with him. Morty always noticed it, cause he's not dumb like people thinks he is. It's not until he feels he's finally formed a real, honest, loving and (in his eyes) healthy connection that he confronts, in this case, his mom for trying to break them up.

The part “Planetina's the only one I've ever met that makes me feel like I belong” reflects more than just teenage love. It's coming from someone who has been ignored, treated as annoying and irrelevant by his classmates, teachers, his family, and also, of course, Rick too.

Honestly, I think that after the breakup, Morty became even more emotionally vulnerable. Like, it made him cling to Rick even more because, as awful as Rick can be, he's still the only one who actually spends time with Morty, that listens to him (even if it's while complaining), and shown Morty that he matters to someone, even if it's just so Rick can use him.

When Morty breaks up with Planetina because she killed innocent people, his idealized, perfect vision of his girlfriend finally shatters. The problem isn't that Planetina killed people (Rick has already done that, even Morty killed before), the real issue is that there is no way to sustain this unrealistic vision Morty had for her anymore. She was supposed to be his safe space, something outside the caos. But after that, there's no way he can keep pretending she's who he thought she was.

This leaves a mark. And in the end, Morty goes to adventures with Rick as usual.

At this point, after so many adventures and failed relationships, Morty has internalized so much Rick's worldview. Since the pilot, Rick's been planting the idea that it should be just the two of them, going on adventures together forever and ever. Rick and Morty at 100 years, an emotional trap disguised as a fun promise of adventures from which Morty cannot escape, not only because circumstances have molded him to adapt Rick's vision of the world, love, his own worth and morality, but also because a big part of his identity revolves around Rick).

With all that said, we can finally talk about Fear No Mort!

First off, when they "come out" of the hole, Morty notices Rick staring into it looking genuinely sad, so he admits he's afraid of being responsible for his sadness.

"Hey Rick, you just looked real sad, which I’m afraid of. You know, of being responsible for your sadness.”

Then, once they're back to, Morty imagines basically an entire life with Rick by his side. At this point Morty can no longer project himself, even in his imagination, without him! And then it hits him: Rick was never really there in the first place. That's when Morty finally figures out what he's truly afraid of:

"I know what I'm afraid of! I'm afraid that you'd never say that [that he is irreplaceable] in real life. I'm afraid that if I jumped into a hole, you wouldn't even bother jumping in after me. You'd just stand there and watch. This entire thing has been about me! You're not even in the hole, are you?!"

THIS MOMENT. THIS IS THE EXACT MOMENT WHERE IT BECOMES CLEAR THAT MORTY IS EMOTIONALLY DEPENDENT ON RICK. His fear of rejection doesn't compare to his fear of meaning nothing to Rick, and the fact that his entire life now revolves around him.

The fear of relying on Rick.

So! Morty's no longer the same scared kid of early seasons who got dragged into adventures against his will, and slowly started resenting his grandpa to such extent that (in some moments) he thought about killing him. Not because he truly wanted to, deep down, but because the anger and frustration took over.

Now after everything that has been though (being replaced, literally losing the most rebellious part of himself, and suffering from a broken heart) Morty's now fully Rick Sanchez's grandson. Someone who enjoys adventures, no longer hesitate to kill people (his whole moral compass is another topic on its own), and who is totally unable to let go of his grandpa because is all he has, but also the only thing he wants too, since there's nothing better out there or on earth waiting for him.

Morty isn't trying to escape Rick anymore, he just wants to be loved by him.

The issue is that Morty reached a point where he needs Rick to feel like somebody. Right now he's emotionally dependent on Rick in an extreme way. It wasn't always like this, Morty used to care about him (or at least respect him), but he also kinda hated him. Thanks to all his arc and now that Rick's been slowly changing in recents seasons, Morty can live with this, even with his doubts and with the conscious fear that Rick doesn't love him or might leave him again, he's so hurt at this point that he'll take whatever Rick gives.

So yeah, we've gone from a Morty who was aware Rick was hurting him and still called him out, to one's who's fully resigned to this life.

(I bring back the scene where he had the opportunity to leave his life with Rick behind when Evil Morty offered him a way out of the Central Finite Curve. Rick admits that's the best option cause he has no plan, and we see the exact moment when Morty resigns and decides to stay with Rick, DESPITE what happened with the crows).

And you know why? Because Rick is changing too. Slowly, painfully, but it's happening. And Morty doesn't love Rick because he's good.

He loves him because that's the most he can expect from love.

To conclude:

Before, Morty had normal concerns. He wanted to go to school, be with Jessica (I miss her), and form a life like any other teeanger. Rick was something he tolerated because he was his grandpa, but clearly not the center of his life.

Now, that changed completely. He doesn't really have those desires anymore, now, what he wants is to go on adventure. He wants to keep exploring the universe with Rick, because its the only he has left and also, it's become the only thing he's truly passionate about. I'm not saying that he cannot fall in love again and be a regular teenager someday, but his priorities have shifted.

He genuinely enjoys those adventures, but specially enjoys being with Rick. He respects him, admires him, challenges him, understands him... and even with all the pain, he wants to stay by his side. For a 100 years.

Wow! this got way out of hand. It all started when I was like "Man, I miss when Morty used to stood up to Rick". Then the new episode dropped, and hey, turns out current Morty is confronting Rick again! I know they had arguments before, but that was mostly because their bond was super tense, almost broken. And in those fights, Rick always played the victim and Morty ended up feeling bad, like he was the one in the wrong. But now, in the first episode we get a clearly parallel between Morty and Evil Morty (that's a different topic I could go on about- I'll just say I think it perfectly shows why Morty would never become Evil Morty: because he loves Rick). And in the most recent one, beat the crap out of Rick for being an asshole, totally deserved.

Their behavior in this episode really made me think, it’s like Rick and Morty’s personalities are kinda... swapping places. Morty’s turning more into Rick (stronger, more assertive) and Rick’s becoming a bit more like Morty (more human, more vulnerable) But neither of them has stopped being who they are at the core.

Also, I gotta say, I love how their relationship is way more balanced now! Rick actually treats Morty with a bit more respect, and Morty’s pretty much on the same level as Rick when they go on adventures. They finally see each other as equals and treat each other like actual family (a super dysfunctional one, sure, but one that’s trying to get better). Honestly, it’s been a really nice shift. And that’s what surprises me the most.

I’ve been a fan since the beginning, and I NEVER thought they’d canonically turn their relationship into something this wholesome, because this show’s always been about tearing down traditional stuff: love, good vs evil, heroes, family, all that. But now? They’re actually giving us this slow redemption arc. Not just for Rick and Morty, but for the whole Smith family, piecing themselves back together from all the damage. Ooobviously Rick and Morty’s relationship isn’t perfect, but compared to how it all started? It’s honestly too wholesome sometimes. I used to think it’d stay toxic and abusive forever!

I just really hope that with Rick changing now, they don’t forget about Morty’s growth. Just because Rick’s evolving doesn’t mean Morty’s wounds magically disappeared. He faced his fears down in the hole, but that doesn’t mean he’s over them, he’s just living with the trauma now. (Even the line at the end of the new episode makes it super clear Morty’s still scared, or so I think.) But I'm sure they won't ignore it. We’re still seeing Rick fall into that self-pity mode, and Morty is aware of it.

I’m genuinely excited to see where they take things from here!!!

Anyway, there’s so much more I could’ve talked about, but it was 3 a.m., I was half-asleep and my body hurt all over, plus there are already tons of deep dives out there about their dynamic. What I wanted to do here was just focus on Morty’s evolution. That’s my little contribution! [:

[creolefatu]

Im Him Now pt 2

⭐️ After explosively mind blowing sex with your best friend Jon your on and off bf Carmelo is at the door. How will you get out of this one?⭐️

⚠️ NOT FOR MINORS! 18+ only ⚠️

“Jonathan! Why tf would you do that!” You exclaimed in shock and a bit of amusement while slapping his arm lightly.

“ Maaaan what he gone do? He ain’t go do shit, and even if he did he can’t beat me! I’m just having fun!” he said still laughing at the look on Melo’s face. You have to think quickly cause you knew this situation was not going to die down easily.

“ Come on you gotta leave out the back door” you tell Jon grabbing his hand and leading him to the back. Jon rolled his eyes and walked with you reluctantly. As you approached the door he stopped and grabbed your wrist to spin you back toward some him.

“You telling me I have to leave cause this chump that didn’t care about you until you wasn’t answering the phone showed up? You finna forget about the love we just made and take him back?!”

“What? Jon? NO! I don’t want any drama, what just happened between you and me was everything I’ve always wanted but I also don’t want yall to fight in my house. You think Melo is a chump but I know he’ll feel like he has a point to prove. So please let me get you outta here incident free, break it off with him for good and I’ll call you when I’m done. I just don’t want the drama.” You explained as you looked into those big deep pools of dark chocolate he had for eyes.

“Aight I can respect that.” He said leaning in to give you a passionate kiss. His lips were warm against yours and soft. You reached for the door to open it.

“AND WHERE TF YALL THINK YALL GOIN?!” Melo said in an ominous tone. He leaned against the door frame shades on as if he’d been there a while. “ I heard your whole little goodbye speech! You in here giving that nigga my pussy?!” He removed the shades as he spoke. His eyes burned a hole through your soul. Jon stood his ground, calm as the sea after a storm.

“I Should fuck both yall up! But I expect something like this from Jon bitch ass. But you? You owe me everything!” He lunged forward grabbing you by the throat and picking you up against the wall.

The next thing you remember seeing as the room started to get dark and you struggled for air was a fist 👊🏽 hit Carmelo in the face. He let you go and you fell beside him as you both lay on the floor. 2 massive hands reached down and pulled Carmelo up by his shirt and drug him out the back door. For the next 2-5 mins you lay there just trying to catch your breath and wrap your mind around what just happened. The noises from what sounded like a fight happening in your backyard caught your attention and snapped you right out of it. You made your way to the back porch. 

There Jon was all 6’3 250 lbs of him, whooping Melo’s ass up and down the back yard.

“ If you was treating her right and eating her right she would never had to come crying to me anyway!” Jon said between breathes as he landed another blow to Carmelo’s face.

Melo was on his knees now, Jon had him by the collar. Nose bloodied, lip busted, and looking pitiful. “Jon thats enough make him leave! Please!” You cried out from the porch. “He had no business touching you like that and I’m just making sure he knows that, go back inside and wait for me!” Jon said with a reassuring tone. You know this isn’t the right time but seeing him put belt to ass like that made you wanna suck him off the bone! 👅 💦🍆

“Hold up before you go Melo wants to apologize.” Jon said “Tell her you sorry for being a bitch ass nigga” Jon told him. “I’m sorry I put my hands on you, I should have never did that” Melo said almost as if he was crying. And with that you turned and walked back in the house.

“I suggest you get in yo lil Beamer, drive home and forget all about Y/N! She’s mine now! See while you was in the streets last night doing whatever I was here holding her all night! Caressing her body, stroking all her worries away! In every meaning of the word. You never deserved a woman like that Melo! We both know it! Big Jim IS HIM!” 

Melo walked to his car, ego deflated. But this wasn’t over not by a long shot. He watched as Jon turned to head back into the house. Fuck that! He gotta see me again! He thought.

Back In the house Jon found you in a bubble bath soaking. He walked in sweaty. Hair wild. But still concerned about you. You aight? He asked.

Yeah I’m fine I was a little light headed. But this hot bath is helping. This was a wild night. I’m just glad the hard part is over. Also, thank you. You said softly looking at the man that just defended your honor. No need to thank me. You for me now and I’d be pussy not to stand up for what’s mine. Jon said taking a sit on the floor next to the tub. Get in here so I can show you how much I appreciated that. You tell him motioning for him to get in the tub.

Jon removed his clothes revealing his strong Samoan body. He sat at the opposite end of the tub and you motioned for him to turn around back facing you. You took a small hand full of shampoo and begin to rub it through his hair making sure to massage his scalp sensually. He let a moan escape his lips as he melted into you. We should have did this a long time ago. He told you. You begin to rinse his hair out. Jon turned to look at you and you locked lips with him. Please let me take care of you like you take care of me Jon. You plead with him.

Jon moved back against the tub, and allowed you room to move in on him. You follow his signal. You begin placing soft kisses on his lips, 👄 while he cupped your face to pull you in. You reached down beneath the bubbles and find his balls. You begin to touch them lightly and massage them in your hand. Jon let out a moan as he sucked your bottom lip.

Damn girl, you bout to have to show me somethin. He said breathily. His erection begin to bob atop the water. You pulled away and caught the lustful glance in his eyes. You took his erection in your mouth. FUUUUCK he said eyes rolling back in his head. You begin you put in your best show. Hand jacking him off as you slurped him up. Gawk GUCK GAWK SLURRRRP GAWK GAG Your eyes begin to water the harder his dick got but you aren’t a quitter.

Fuck bae keep sucking that dick like that. He put his hand on the back of your head and begin to pump into your throat. Fuck you gone make me nut! He said. That was your cue. You pulled back up and straddled his lap. He immediately took your right nipple into his mouth which made you moan as you slid onto his manhood. It’s was such a tight fit. He filled all of you. Ride that dick bae. He said slapping your ass. Mmmh ima ride Big Jim daddy! You moaned. You found your footing and begin to bounce on his length. Your pussy was so wet and gripped him like a closed fist. Nut in me daddy, give me that nut! With every movement you could feel your orgasm building. You slow down and begin to grind onto him. Mmmh ugh fuck keep doing that like that, ima bust in you. His head rolled back and his body begin to tense up. You could feel the huge vein in his dick begin to throb against your pussy wall as you continued to ride him. He grabbed your ass and begin to force you down a little harder. If feel you baby, come with me. You moaned. In an intense explosion of ecstasy filled screams and passion you both erupted. He pulled you close kissing you intensely. We not even 24 hrs in and we gone fuck around and make a baby. Jon told you laughingly. Would that be so bad? You asked partially entertaining the idea. Well if your down I’m down to. Jon said wrapping both arms around you and you melted into him. Smelling the curve of his neck as he cuddled you.

Just then Jon’s pants begin to ring, it was his phone. Then the message dings started flooding in. Ding ding ding ding ding. Damn who’s trynna reach you?! Well I know one thing it’s not Melo! He said jokingly leaning over to grab his phone out of his pants pocket. The smile on his face dropped. FUCK! Jon said. What? What happened? You asked seeing the look on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Shoma Uno's Interview, after Ice Brave 2025 First Day (14 June 2025)

Full Transcript in Japanese by World Figure Skating: https://worldfigureskating-web.jp/news/13417/2/

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— What are your thoughts after finishing the first day?

Honestly, I'm surprised to be surrounded by even more people now than when I won the World Championships twice (laughs). But setting that aside (laughs), we created this ice show from scratch, and it wouldn't have reached this level of quality through my efforts alone. I received so much support from so many people. And it wasn't just business-related support—people went above and beyond, doing more than what was required.

There are only seven of us performing this show, and it's that very fact—being just seven—that made it both possible and extremely difficult. But everyone stuck with it until the end, and because of that, we were able to have an incredible opening day.

Also, this kind of demanding ice show is really hard to get through physically, but the applause and cheers from the audience kept us going. Of course, we’re doing this to entertain everyone, but their applause and cheers made it enjoyable for us, too. I feel like we created a true win-win show.

— Was there a particularly memorable number or program?

After finishing, I was reflecting, and I’d say Ice Brave had no real "rest" moments. We put a lot of time and effort into every part of it. While I’m the main skater, the other six aren’t just supporting cast or ensemble. I think of them as equal teammates. So there’s no single highlight—I can proudly say, “All of it.”

— You had an ice dance scene with Marin Honda as well.

Doing it made me realize how different ice dance is from singles. I could only apply about 10–20% of the skills I developed in singles—it was really tough. It wasn’t just a collaboration piece; since this was my first time producing an ice show, I wanted to try new challenges and create something that stood on its own as a complete program.

I’m confident I can grow even more, but I also feel proud of how hard I worked. The applause felt like praise for all the practice I’ve done up until now (smiles). With singles, it was always about how much time you put into a program and what result you got. Of course, there were nerves back then too, but you rarely get moments where you hear that kind of cheering and applause. It felt amazing to skate today.

— How did it feel to open the show in your hometown, Aichi?

Even as I was exiting the rink, I felt so grateful that so many people came to watch. We held long rehearsals to deliver something truly special to the audience. Since this was my first time doing so many things, there were lots of mistakes, lots of trial and error. But thanks to a lot of help, we managed to create something wonderful.

For me to be able to say it was “wonderful” means I gave everything I could right now. Doing this show at Morikoro Park, a familiar place… ah, I’m no good (laughs). I’m too exhausted to speak fluently right now, sorry (laughs).

— Were there any programs you felt you were able to brush up since your competitive days?

The concept of the show was centered around my competitive programs. It’s about me in the present revisiting those past pieces. We even had a land-based dancer do some choreography, which pushed me into areas I hadn’t explored before. Since I’ve spent every day honing my skating skills, I decided to take on the things I’d been neglecting.

Ice Brave was created as the first step into that journey. I don’t know if I’m really answering your question, but every piece has its own memories—like “this was super hard, so let’s have Stéphane (Lambiel) do it” (laughs), or Boléro, which I finally felt came together after a year, so I saved it for the end. See You Again is super old, but it’s a good program.

Looking back at all the different styles I’ve done, I’ve discovered what I’m good at and what I struggle with. I also gained experience in how to teach programs I’m not even skating in myself, which was a valuable learning experience.

— Do you ever feel nostalgic for your competitive career?

Not at all (laughs). Honestly, when I was competing in singles, it always felt like I was being chased every day—that intensity was great in its own way. It’s not that I miss or don’t miss being active, but rather, skating alone felt lonely. I skated Loco (Balada para un Loco) solo, but I really enjoy working together with others, building something in the same direction. After today’s opening night, I felt like I now find more fulfillment and joy in that shared experience.

— How did Stéphane Lambiel’s skating look to you?

Stéphane is 40 now, right? And he’s incredibly energetic! The quality of his performance at 40 is amazing. I mean, he’s doing the programs I used to do as a competitive skater (laughs). That’s seriously impressive.

Before he joined us, we were all working hard, but once he did, everything lit up. It became a space full of laughter—and also, rehearsals stopped progressing (laughs). Half-joking, half-serious (laughs). But that’s how fun the space became.

Even though he jokes around, he picks things up quickly and puts in real effort. You can really see his determination to make the show great, even if it means pushing himself. He’s more than just a coach—he’s more like a close friend, and that’s how I’ve always seen him.

— When did you start practicing ice dance?

Around October of last year, I changed skates and started from there. Not every day, but I practiced when I could. From the beginning, I knew I wanted to include one ice dance piece in the show, so I made that request early on.

— Why did you choose Loco (Balada para un Loco) as a solo, and Legends as a duet with Lambiel?

For Loco, well… half the reason is that I liked the piece back when I was competing. I knew I wouldn’t be able to recreate the same quality right now, but I thought maybe I could bring out a different version that’s unique to who I am today.

Since Ice Brave is a show that traces my journey, I wanted to include programs that viewers have emotional connections to. Some were ones that left strong impressions; others were programs I struggled with, and that’s why I chose Loco.

As for Legends, I’m not sure—it just had a good reputation (wry smile). I’ve heard people say they liked it, but I can’t view myself objectively, so I don’t know how “great” it really is. But I’ve received positive feedback from others, including fellow skaters, so I figured, “Well, let’s include it.”

We were also considering skating Gravity together, but… ah, you can tell I’m struggling to talk about things I don’t feel strongly about (laughs). Through a process of elimination, and because it’s a good and popular program, we decided, “This works, right?” Something like that. Sorry (laughs).

— Any interest in returning to competition through ice dance?

When we decided to do ice dance, I didn’t want it to be seen as just a collaboration piece, so getting questions like this actually makes us happy.

What I’ve realized through trying ice dance is that everyone’s level is really high—it’s an incredible discipline. I don’t mean this in a disrespectful way, but I hope we can continue to build something that’s truly great as a pair in this show, to the point where we could be seen as real ice dancers.

— Who leads during ice dance? Do you call out to each other?

Not really. Especially during spins. Seriously, it’s harder than it looks. Just doing one rotation is a challenge. I hope people can understand just how difficult it is. It’s really tough. Everything easily goes off alignment.

— Who taught you ice dance?

(Kenji) Miyamoto-sensei used to do ice dance, so he taught us. We also learned bits and pieces from various people when we could. Kazuki Kushida had dabbled in ice dance too, so we asked him some things as well. That’s how it went.

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May I ask, how do you come up with your designs? Because I'm SOOO bad at character design and I would really use some tips

Hey, sorry, I sort of answered the wrong ask when I first posted this. (My bad.)

For most of the designs I just took the character’s personalities, my knowledge of kid fashion/children in general, and their Akkuma designs and went from there—For example, Princess Ladybug is a mixture of her Puppeteer design, a ladybug dress that my five-year-old sister has, and the idea that she likes magical girls and just wants to be one. :)

Hope that helps.

*Edit

I realize I should probably talk about my process for the adult designs some, since those are a bit more complex. Let’s go one by one:

Lady Luck—Her design was probably harder than any of the others, because I had to balance a lot of different ideas—I wanted her to look mature, competent and inviting, while also incorporating some more Chinese elements into the design. In her case, I sort of started with one design and worked off of it until it reached a point where I was happy with it. Here’s each of those in order (top left to bottom right.)

Elements of each made it into the final design.

Matagot—This was a lot easier, since all I had to do was work off of his canon design for the most part. The trick was making him look more like an antihero than a villain, since his canon design is at the height of his corruption. Really, all I changed from the first version of the design was to have his hair showing. Made him a bit more inviting. Here’s some bonus concept art from back when I was feeling out his character:

Not gonna lie, I still kind of vibe with the hair covered version, but I had to go with what felt right. If you want to see my first posted design for him, click here.

Vixen—So she was actually one I knew almost immediately what I wanted for. She only took a couple passes before I was happy with her. Basically I knew I wanted her to look like a mature version of Alya, with a sort of professional look mixed with a playful nature. Once I had the first sketches done, it was just a matter of streamlining the design.

Queen Bee—Audrey was easy—She just kinda came into existence pretty much perfect the first time. I just thought Chloe but older, and there she was. A couple tweaks to her original design and she was ready to go.

Venadrone—Easiest design by far. I don’t think I even changed anything from my first pass. I was just thinking I needed him to look a little like a bumbling fool while also trying to imitate Queen Bee’s charisma and commanding personality. Like a peon, basically. So yeah.

Bombshell—Here’s where I got stuck. I knew what vibes I wanted, (Reckless and Iconic, like a big name streamer but if they were a superhero,) but I was having trouble translating that into an actual character design. The first rendition was passable, but it wasn’t really giving enough sass for me, and it felt way to tame for a hero named Bombshell.

So I had to sleep on it for a while. Then I finally figured out what vibes I was going for—Deadpool vibes. That made everything so much easier. I just referenced a bunch of images of Deadpool and Deathstroke, then Incorporated it into a new design. It took a couple passes for me to get it right still, but the end result landed close enough to what I wanted that I was ready to post it.

That last one was almost the final design, but the chest part was too thin and looked too much like a snake, so I redid it one last time.

Violeon—Not as hard as I expected him to be. Honestly, his design came pretty naturally to me. (It helped that I had previously worked on a Chat Noir/Butterfly fusion design as a concept.) really I just took Gabriel’s design, made it more childish and… Adrienish I guess? And I had what I wanted more or less.

Anyways, the final result is good.

Foulette—this one took a bit longer, not because the concept was hard to come up with (Once I thought Swan Lake tragic heroine the design for that pretty much made itself,) but because I was struggling to balance the colors. Color balancing is easier in some ways with traditional art than digital art thanks to having a more unified and limited pallet to work with, but that doesn’t mean color placement is easy. In particular I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to be lighter or darker. So yeah. Anyways, here’s how that went.

Eventually my design landed closest to the last image. I tried giving that version light blue gloves at one point, but in the end I decided dark was the way to go.

Gorgana—She was pretty darn easy once I had enough references to work off of—it was just a matter of compiling a bunch of the right ones—snake fangs, that one KDA rapper girl’s light up mask (can’t remember her name, but it was from their first music video “Popstars,”) and couple of killer gorgon ladies and a whole bunch of rocker fashion from before I was alive. After that the rest was just simplifying all that into a super-suit, and there she was. :)

So… yeah. Hopefully that’s more helpful than with the Minnie’s. For most of them it really was as simple as my first instinct mixed with messing around. Those guys are so much easier to draw.

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SWEETHEART: THE FINAL CHAPTER

POSTED ON AO3 chapter one is here

Synopsis: Shawn Michaels is a legend. A Hall of Famer. A respected veteran in the wrestling industry. He’s also one breath away from a full-blown breakdown. Because somehow, despite his best efforts, he’s found himself entangled with the worst possible problem: you. You, the young, smug, utterly relentless female wrestler who has made it your personal mission to ruin his peace. Shawn knows this is a bad idea. And yet— He can’t stop.

Ships: Shawn Michaels / Bratty!Reader, Stephenie McMahon/ Triple H

Content Warnings: piv sex, oral sex, emotional shit. the final chapter

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You didn't say it was okay because for now, it was not okay. But your fingers still stayed curled around his and in that quiet moment between the two of you, something had shifted within both of you that was hard to explain. 

Shawn exhaled slowly, like a breath had been trapped in his chest for days. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, feather light. Testing. Not pushing but just remaining there steady. You didn't pull away. Even after everything, you coudln't bring it to yourself to pull away anymore, not after everything you had experienced with Shawn. Your head tipped forward, hair falling into your face, and for the first time since walking through that door, the weight of everything showed on your face; the ache behind your eyes, the exhaustion and the way your heart still continued to pull towards him even after everything he has done. 

"I missed you," 

Your whisper was small, vulnerable and the truth. It made Shawn's voice crack low.

"I missed you every second,"

Something in you split right open in that moment and before you could second guess what you were doing, your hand realised his and slid up the front of his hoodie. The fabric bunched beneath your grip. You looked up at him, breathing shallow. He looked at you in a similar way, a man who was on the edge of something he couldn't step back from even if he tried.

Neither of you moved for a moment. Just the feeling of his breath on your cheek was enough for you at the minute. Then, he leaned in close, slow enough to give you a chance to move away if you wanted to stop him. 

The thing was...you didn't. Not right now. Not ever.

Your lips met, soft and tentative at first but the second you felt the warmth of his mouth against yours, the feeling of his rough hand against your cheek, everythign broke open. The kiss deepened, your grip tightening as he pulled you closer, fingers trembling as he touched your face as if you would disappear. 

It wasn't desperate. It wasn't even rushed. This was need. Slow and deep, days, weeks of unsaid words pouring into the kiss. When you finally broke for breath, your forehead rested against his, both of your panting softly.

"You sure?" he whispered, voice horase.

"You nodded once. Firm. "I'm sure,"

That was all he needed. He didn't rush. Even after everything and the ache of these past few days, Shawn still touched you like he didn't want to break you. His palm slid across your cheek, fingers tracing down the side of your neck, along your collarbone. Slow. Reverent. Like he was relearning you. Rediscovering something precious that he had once thought he'd lost. You shivered beneath his touch, breath catching as his fingers brushed the edge of your throat.

His hand moved. Slipping under your hoodie. The warmth of his palm against your bare waist made you gasp softly, your stimach fluttering under the sudden heat of it.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, "Even when you hate me,"

You huffed out a breath, "I could never hate you,"

He moved, slowly and deliberately guiding you onto his lap, straddling. Those words hit harder than he was ready for as you settled onto him with a soft sigh, thighs at either side of his hips, your hands still tangled in his hoodie. Now, you were chest to chest. 

"Tell me to stop," Shawn tipped his head up to look at you, nose brushing against yours, "Tell me to stop and I will,"

You didn't answer. You couldn't because if he stopped now, you were afraid you would stop breathing so instead you leaned forward and kissed him again, deeper this time and with a hunger that made both you and him tremble with need. It was an answer in itself and it was enough for both of you. He groaned against your mouth softly, hands sliding up under your hoodie, palms spanning the curve of your back and pulling you up and flush against him. His tongue flickered against your lower lip, teasing and coaxing, and when you opened upm the kiss turned firey, slow and sinfully deep. 

Your hips shifted without much of a thought, rolling gently over the hardness that was underneath you. The low ragged sound that tore from his throat made your head spin. 

"God..." 

He broke the kiss just long enough to drag his lips down your neck, across your jaw, leaving a trail of open mouth kissed that left you gasping for air. 

Your fingersthreaded into his hair, tugging softly when he found that stop just below your ear that made your body thrum with need. 

"Missed this..." He groaned, voice rough against your skin, "Missed you,"

One hand drifted up the front of your chest, under your hoodie, and he cupped your breast through the thin fabric of the tank top underneath, circling your nipple until it pebbled beneath his touch. 

You couldn't help the way you rolled into his body, and the way you felt him smile...no, smirk against the skin of your neck whle his hand teased you, alternating between soft coaxing circles and then firmer pressure.

"That's it..." he murmered before removing his hand, then reaching for the zipper of your hoodie to slowly take it down, as if he was unravelling and exciting gift, "Wanna see you..." 

You swallowed hard and lifted youre arms just enough to help him, heart thudding in your chest. He slid the zipper down with agonziing slowness, eyes never leaving yourself, like he needed to be sure with every inch that this was still what you wanted in this current moment. When your hoodie slipped off, he drew back a little, gaze sweaping over you in the dim light. A flush appeared on your cheeks, the way he looked at you...

It was like he saw you...no, really saw you for the first time that evening. 

"God..." he breathed, "You're gorgeous baby..."

The raw honesty in his voice made your throat tighten. You wanted to say something back...how much you loved him, how much he meant to you... how much you missed the way he touched you but before words could come, his hands were on you again. Rough palms slid up your sides, under the thin tank top, fingers splaying wide across your ribs, feeling, memorizing. He leaned in, mouth trailing hot open kisses on your collarbone, stubble scraped your skin just enough to make your breath hitch, a tremble running through you. 

He lifted it off slowly, peeling it over your head, leaving you bare from the waist up, nipples already tight from the cool air, and his teasing touch. Shawn's breath caught, hands framing your ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. His gaze was heavy and completely in awe, not quite believing you were here and ready to be with him again.

"Fuck baby..." he whispered, voice breaking on the word, "You're perfect,"

He leaned in again, this time mouth finding your breast, the same one he had been teasing and wrapped his lips around your nipple, hot and wet and slow. The second his tongue flickered over you, head tipped back with a soft groan. You started gently rocking your hips, slowly grinding them on his hardening cock and it was pure torture, both of you shaking, breathless, craving more.

His free hand skimmed again, teasing the waist band of your joggers, 

"Wanna touch you sweetheart..."

You swallowed and nodded, "Please..."

That was all it took. Shawn's hand slid slowly under the band with his fingers curving over your hips, thumb hooking the waistband. His eyes flickered to meet yours again, still checking and always giving you a chance to say no.

But there was no chance you would do that. Not right now. 

You lifted your hips slightly, helping him as he eased the soft fabric down and over your thighs, leaving you in nothing but your panties, already damp from how wet you were. His hand slid along your thighs, fingers kneading as they travelled upward, slow, deliberate. Almost like he was making up for lost time. You gasped a little when one large hand cupped the curve of your ass, the other trailing higher, teasing along the edge of your panties, thumb slipping under to stroke the soft skin underneath. Just then you felt his touch pressing against the damp heat of your panties.

"Fuck..." He breathed, "You're fucking soaked for me, baby..."

You whimpered, hips rocking against him, needing more than his teasing tocuh was giving you. He slid the panties down your tighs in one fluid motion, baring you completely to him. His eyes were looking at your with pure, unfiltered hunger - but still soft. Still full of that tenderness only you got to see.

"So goddamn beautiful..." 

One hand trailed along, fingers ghosting your slick folds with a teasing slowness, gentle. Just enough to make you whimper and arch against him. He watched you for every reaction, every twitch and gasp. 

His fingers began circling your clit in slow teasing movements.

"Missed making you feel good..."

Your breath was coming on faster now, your body trembling in his lap as he stroked you, slow, steady, not rushing, not claiming, just giving everything he could to you without recklessness. Your hands tightened on his hoodie as another moan went past your lips. You needed him. By god you needed him.

Shawn leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear, low and wrecked, "You're shaking already and I've barely touched you..."

You whimpered, unable to speak and just nodded to which he smiled.

"I want to taste you..." he rasped, thumb brushing your clit with a bit more pressure than before, "Let me...please," 

That word. Please. Like he was desperate. Like he would combust if you denied him any longer...it undid you completely how much he needed you. 

You were barely able to get the word out but you did when you nodded, "Yes...yes please,"

Shawn goraned low and desperate as he began easing you off of his lap with gentle yet firm hands, guiding you back onto the bed, laying you down against the pillows. The look in his eyes as he knelt between your thighs made your heart ache, he was looking at you like a sacred being. Like he didn't deserve it but he couldn't deny himself anymore. He trailed kisses down your stomach, slow and reverant as his hands coaxed your thighs apart.

"You're perfect..." he murmered, voice filled with head and wonder, "Every fucking inch of you, baby,"

You gasped when his mouth finally brushed the inside of your thigh, soft, wet kisses slow and lingering, moving higher with agonzing speed. Your fingers tandfle in the sheets, breath catching with every inch of land he covered, When his lips finally found your head, his groan vibrated through you.

"So fucking sweet..."

His mouth was on you. Tongue stroking you slowly, teasingly savouring every taste and every sound that you made underneath him. One of his hands slid up, lacing his fingers with yours, grounding you as his tongue worked deeper, circling your clit, dipping lower, worshiping you with every single moment. You couldn't stop the sounds that were leaving your mouth, soft breathless moans as your thighs trembled around his shoulders from the treatment you were recieving. His hand, grounding you, keeping you from floating too far away as his tongue stroked and circled with maddening patience.

"Shawn..." 

That only seemed to fuel him more as his grip tightened and his mouth moved with even more purpose. He licked you slowly but deeply, like he had all the time in the world. Like nothing mattered but this. But you. 

His tongue flattened against your clit, dragging it in long slow strokes that made you arch up from the bed, crying his name out. 

"That's it..." he rasped, voice rough against your skin, "That's my girl..."

He sucked sloftly at your clit, tongue flickering in a way that he knew would make your body crave him more, as if he knew your body better than you knew it yourself. Your free hand grabbed onto him, tangling in it, hips rocking under his touch. You were getting so close now as the pressure coiled in your belly like a viper with every passing of his mouth.

"Shawn..." you whined, unable to think, "I...I can't...please,"

"Yes you can," he whispered, pulling back for a second, just to look up at you, lips slick and gazing at you like a man eating his final meal, "Let go for me...let me feel you come for me," 

And then he was back on you. Relentless now, tongue and lips working you with a slow, devastating rhythm, pusing you higher and higher until....you shatter. Your whole body arched off the bed, a cry breaking from your throat as the orgasm crashed through you, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through your trembling form. Shawn groaned against you, holding you through it, mouth never leaving you, drawing it out until you were left gasping, spent and tremblign beneath him. Only then did he east up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss agasinst your thigh as you tried to catch your breath.

You barely had the strength to open your eyes when you felt him crawl up the bed, mouth brushing your ear. 

"Could listen to you fall apart all night," he whispered voice rough with love and heat, "I could live between your legs all night..."

As good as that sounded, you felt him still so hard and straining against his sweats, every inch of him shaking with restrain. 

Your fingers slid up to tug at his waistband, "I need you...now"

He groaned low, forehead dropping to yours, "Fuck...you sure?"

You met his gaze without hesitation, eyes wide and body aching for him, every inch of you still trembling from what, "Please... I need you inside of me,"

That was all it took. A guttural sound tore form his throat, need, reverence and relief all wrapped into one as his hands moved quickly now, showing his sweats and boxers down, not bothering to take them off but enough to free himself. You felt him, hot, thick and heavy pressing against your thigh. Your hips rolled instinctively to feel him where you needed him the most. He reached between you, guiding himself to your entrance, teasing just barely, his forehead resting against yours, both of you desperate for it. 

"Gonna take it slow.." 

You could only whimper in response as your legs fell open for him, hands sliding up his back, under his shirt which he shortly took off, leaving him bare on top. Your hand traced his abs as if they were the most beautiful thing in the world. 

Then, with a slow deliberate push, he sank into you. The stretch stole your breath away in a way that it hadn't before. He filled you inch by inch. Thick, hot and perfect. Like he was always meant to be there, like you were made to be his person. 

"Fuck...baby..." he groaned, voice breaking as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, "So tight...so fucking perfect,"

You could barely think. You could barely breathe. 

He stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust to him as he placed his forehead against yours again. 

"I missed this..." he whispered hoarsely, "I missed being inside of you... missed you,"

Your heart cracked open again, emotions rising thick and fast. You felt too much and way to deep. Shawn Michaels. The man you swore you were going to marry one day was holding you and telling you... that you were perfect. You answered in the only way you could manage. You pulled him down into a kiss. Hungry, needy and full of everything that you couldn't say but wanted to desperately. 

That was enough. 

He began to move, slow at first but with deep rolling thrusts that made you moan into his mouth with your body arching up to meet him. His hand reached to cup your face now, thumbs brushing your cheeks as if to hold you there, to keep you with him. 

"You feel so good baby," he whispered against your lips, "I could stay buried in you forever..."

Every thrust drove deeper, slow and deliverate, filling you up completely, building that heat again inside of you, spiralling higher and higher with every move of his hips. Your nails scraped down his back, your cries growing louder as pleasure surgeed through you again, body already tightening. 

"Shawn...please...don't stop..."

"Never," he groaned, voice low and ruined by how good you feel, "Not letting you go...not this time,"

His hips moved deeper now, finding that perfect rhythm, slow but strong with each trust dragging another moan from your lips, another pulse of heat that built higher with every roll of his body against yours. You clung to him, nails raking gently down his back, thighs tighening around his hips, pulling him in even closer. 

"Fuck... baby..." he rasped, breath hot against your mouth, "You're squeezing me so tight...you feel so good,"

The way he looked at you, open, raw and completely undone... it had your heart aching in the best way possible. You wrapped your arms tighter around his shoulders, your lips brushing against his ear as you whimpered.

"You're gonna make me come...again,"

His breath stuttered, grinding deeper and harder, enough to drive you towards putting you over the edge. 

"Come for me baby..." he whispered, voice breaking, "Let me have all of you..."

It was a cue for the pressure inside of you to snap completely. The coil of head winding tigher and tighter until it finally broke, wave after wave crashing through you. Your body arched up beneath him, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as you shattered completely in his arms. Shawn groaned deep as he sounded like he was losing control from your body pulsing around him, pulling him under with you.

"Baby...I'm..." he gasped, driving in one more time, hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep and came hard, spiling inside of you with a ragged moan, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.  He held you tight through it, breathless with his heart pounding against his chest. 

For the longest of moments, neither of you moved. The only sounds in the room were your mingled breaths, the faint hum of the air conditioning and the thudding of your hearts that hadn't found their rhythm again. 

When he finally found the strength to speak, his voice was soft and filled with emotion.

"...I love you,"

The words hung in the air. Raw, trembling and with no defence or pretense. Finally, the truth. You blinked, unaware of the tears that were forming in your eyes, feeling too much at once and reached a hand to touch his face, fearful he would disappear or this was all one big dream. 

"I love you too..." 

He smiled then. He looked tired but there was something soft and unspoken in his eyes, and gently he began to ease out of you, shifting to pull you insto his arms. He gathered you close, wrapping you up in his embrace, one hand stroking your hair as you curled against his chest. Shawn's hand stroked slowly through your hair, fingers combing gently and steady, grounding you and calming you. Nether of you spoke for a while. There were no more words that could be spoken. Just the warmth of his skin against yours. 

But eventually, his words came out. Rough and low. 

"I...thought I lost you for good," he whispered.

You shifted slightly to look up at him through heavy lashes, "You almost did," you whispered, deciding he deserved honesty and openness, "But you didn't,"

His jaw tensed faintly, like the guilt was strating to threaten that post-orgasmic glow. You reached up, fingers tracing the edge of his beard, soft and slow, "You're here now... that's what matters.

He leaned into your touch, like he needed your touch more than anything right now. 

"I don't deserve you," he mumbled.

You smiled faintly, tired but sincere, "That's not your choice to make," 

A soft breathless laugh escaped him and that made your cheeks feel warm. 

"I'm gonna do better," he promised quietly," "I swear baby... I'm going to give you everything..." 

Your heart swelled. You could tell that he was trying to make an effort so you kissed his chest softly.

"I know..." you whispered, "We'll figure it out together..." 

His arms tightened around you, protective and warm.

“You need sleep,” he murmured, stroking your back now in soothing, slow circles. “You’ve worn yourself out.”

You huffed softly. “You wore me out.”

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that made you smile.

“Guilty,” he said softly. “And proud.”

You laughed quietly against him, the sound soft and real.

Shawn pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice low, thick with emotion. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And with his warmth wrapped around you, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, your body finally relaxed,  the exhaustion pulling you under, safe in his arms at last.

For the first time in days… you slept.

EPILOGUE/BONUS SCENE

One Week Later. 

You were back in the gym.

Not like you had been before. Lighter. The weight in your chest had eased, the ice around you thawed. You still had things to work through with Shawn but you were working through them. Together. 

Shawn Michaels hadn't let you go since. 

Not, across the gym, you caught his eyes, where he was pretending to review training notes, though you knew by now when he was sneaking glances at you. 

He gave you the smallest smile. Quiet, but real.

And this time, you smiled back.

Across the room, Rhea Ripley nudged Seth Rollins in the ribs.

“See that?” she whispered, smirking. “I told you.”

Seth, sprawled on the bench beside her with his arms crossed, shot her a look. “Yeah, yeah. You were right. Congratulations, you meddling maniac.”

Rhea grinned. “Meddling genius.”

“You nearly got me murdered by Michaels,” he muttered. “Or divorced. Or both.”

“Relax,” Rhea said breezily, stretching her arms over her head. “Worked out, didn’t it?”

Seth shook his head with a sigh. “Still can’t believe he actually texted her. Thought for sure we’d have to drag him by the ears.”

“That’s ‘cause you didn’t hear what I said to him,” Rhea replied, smirk deepening. “Had a little chat with him that afternoon. Put some things in perspective.”

Seth’s brow shot up. “You didn’t threaten him, did you?”

She shrugged innocently. “Define threat.”

“Rhea…”

“I motivated him,” she said sweetly. “With strong, pointed truths. And maybe a few colorful metaphors. You’re welcome.”

Seth groaned, covering his face with one hand. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Rhea just laughed, watching you and Shawn with sharp, satisfied eyes.

“Not today,” she said softly. “Today’s a good day.”

And for once,for the first time in a long time, it really was.