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artists-ally · 5 months

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I have a Harvey request if you’re taking them! He’s dating an UES socialite who actually cares about the world and people and isn’t the stereotypical aloof type. He tries to buy her a fancy gift (jewelry/bag/whatever) and she tells him to return it and he gets upset. Thank you!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

{Affection} Harvey Specter x Reader

Hey babes!!! Yes I am always taking Harvey requests!!! NGL I had to google what that meant and I hope I did this right 😭 Enjoy!! Title from this song.

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: language, mild angst, fluff

Tagging: @rosedpetal @bbyanarchist

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For the past six months, ever since Harvey closed that deal with Smith and Klein, he has had a crush on their public representative, Yn. She is just… she is so pretty. And damn good at her job. She was responsible for representing his client and spreading word about their business on social media.

But she was just different from the other upper east side assholes in New York. The way she talked and carried herself was enough to catch Harvey’s eye.

In the last few weeks she’s been at the firm, trying to renegotiate the deal. Harvey took the opportunity to ask her out. To his surprise, she actually said yes. And their date that night had been lovely. At a quiet, riverfront steakhouse closer to where she lived. It was intimate and was a night filled with laughter.

But there was just one problem.

She never kept any of the gifts he gave her.

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READER POV

I scoffed. Was he serious? The blue Tiffany box sat on my desk, its obnoxious blue bow staring right at me. I flicked open the note.

Yn, maybe these are more your style. See you tonight for dinner – Harvey.

What a shallow dude. Was his ego bruised so badly by my three other rejected gifts that he had to send me a fourth? How did one of the smartest men in the world not get the hint? He was good at his job, at closing deals and stirring up trouble, but he seriously couldn’t accept the fact that I didn’t want any presents?

I just sighed, sliding it in the drawer in my desk until later.

It was annoying enough when he bought me the first set of earrings, giving them to me on our second date. Way too early for jewelry, for one. Second, what was I supposed to do with them? To me it was nothing but a gesture of utter disrespect. Did my time mean so little to him that all he thought to get me were earrings?

The watch was way worse. And the necklace with matching earrings was just horrendous. Sure, that does it for some girls, but I am not the type to wear it just to make him happy to see it around my neck. Diamonds and glitter can only do so much.

It was nearing our anniversary and clearly we were still not on the same page. Sure, were they pretty? Yes, but that wasn’t the point.

After I sent my last email for the day, I wrapped my jacket around my shoulders and headed out of the office, tiny blue box in my hand.

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“Don’t you look lovely,” Harvey grinned, accepting my kiss with more than a little enthusiasm. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I smiled, stepping through the door as he held it open for me. “Thank you.” “Of course.”

We were seated at our regular table immediately, the box, which I had stuffed in my purse now burning a hole through it. I caught Harvey looking at my ears, and anyone else would’ve missed the way his eyes dimmed.

“Good evening, what can I grab you guys to drink?” The perky waitress asked, flipping open a notepad.

“Just water for me,” Harvey said, scouring the menu.

“I’ll do an iced tea, no lemon please,” I decided.

“Okay, I will bring those out for you in a few minutes. Take all the time you need to look at the menus.”

She bounded away and I took a deep breath. Any second now.

Harvey tapped his fingers on the tablecloth. He looked… tense. Then again he always looked tense. But this was a different type of discomfort.

“You’re not wearing the earrings I gave you.”

Here we go.

I just sighed, “Look Harvey, I-”

“You don’t have to be condescending.”

I paused. “What?”

“I think you’ve been planning on breaking up with me for a while now so just get it over with.”

I couldn't do anything but blink at him. My brain might’ve actually disconnected from my mouth. “Harvey, where on earth did you get that idea?”

“Well, what the hell else am I supposed to think?” Harvey’s eyes were wide, voice barely below shouting. “You don’t ever want to come to events with me, you’re hardly willing to go on dates. You clearly don’t want any of the gifts I keep giving you since you’ve given every single one of them back over the past few months. But you also won’t tell me what to get you so every time I go shopping, I feel like I’m blind. I have no god damn clue what it is that you like.”

“Because you don’t ask,” I shrugged, looking at the menu again.

“What are you talking about?”

“If you ever bothered to ask, you’d know the answer."

“Well, I do ask. And every time you give me the same response.”

“Have you ever asked me why?” Harvey just stared at me, brows furrowed together. “As I was trying to say before, it’s not that I don’t think the jewelry is pretty-”

“Then what is it, Yn? Because clearly I am doing something wrong or you’re just fucking with me,” Harvey sighed, and that sad, defeated look crept into his eyes.

Guess I'm just going to have to be blunt.

“I don’t give a shit for the jewelry,” I said honestly.

“But- but why?” Harvey threw his hands in the air. “It’s some of the best money can buy.”

“Which is precisely why it bores me. You can only say so much with a pair of earrings and a necklace, Harvey. To me, it screams lazy and mindless. Anyone can get anyone a pair of earrings.”

“Well, what do you want? Anklets? Ear cuffs? How about-”

“I want conversation,” I explained, setting down the menu and really taking him in. He was still. “I want good, meaningful conversation. I want thoughtful gifts like a new bookmark or a little porcelain cat you saw in a window and thought it looked like mine so you bought it for me.”

“You don’t have a cat.”

I couldn’t suppress my glare. “That’s not the point. Harvey, I like you a lot. And I do think you’re great, but you aren’t seeing me. You aren’t looking beneath the surface, you’re just going off your past instincts of what girls like. I’m not those girls.

“I am not a complicated person. Surprise visits and late night drives me more to me than anything you could ever buy in a store. I like being spontaneous and going to new places. And before you even think about it, no, I do not mean booking an all exclusive resort in Jamaica and flying first class. I want to go to museums and grab lunch on the way at a little cafe. To discover hidden gems in this city and make actual memories, not collect material ones.

“I like authenticity. And I don’t know anyone who is more themself than you are, Harvey. That is what I like about you. You are not afraid to show your personality. You are unapologetically yourself, and I love that about you. But you haven't given me the chance to show that side of myself."

Harvey took in a big breath, nodding in understanding.

“I am looking for something real. For you to really understand me and what makes me happy.”

“I get it, and I’m sorry I never thought of it that way. Most of the women who I’ve dated in the past tend to go for the biggest, boldest, baddest diamond on the shelf. I started getting offended when you kept sending the jewelry back. I couldn’t figure it out no matter how much I thought about what to get next.”

I smiled, reaching for his hand. He placed his fingers in my palm. “I am not a materialistic person. Earrings and necklaces mean nothing to me. Just a piece of sparkly rock that I’ll probably lose at some point. Or break.”

“So what you’re saying is I should just never buy you anything expensive ever again? Perfect, saves me more money to take you on all those vocations you don’t want to go on.” “Oh hush,” I giggled, easing at the sight of his smile. “Not that those things aren’t nice, I just don’t appreciate them the same way others do.”

“I understand,” Harvey said. “So, would you like to get out of here and go do something spontaneous?”

My heart swelled. “I’d love to.”

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joeys-babe · 9 months

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Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

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(y/n's pov)

"Ues Mom, everything got packed!" - you

"Are you sure?? I don't want you to get here and realize you left something back in Louisiana because we're not going back for it!" - your mom

"Everything was put on the moving truck, I promise." - you

"Okay, sweetie, I'm so excited for you to get here!" - your mom

"I'm honestly excited to come home. I miss everyone." - you

"Robin and Jimmy are excited to see you too, they said they missed their bonus daughter." - your mom chuckled

Robin and Jimmy, Joe's parents.

Joe, as in Joe Burrow, had been my best friend from when I started walking to college graduation.

Joe was an insanely good football player, so he was drafted into the NFL after college. Luckily for him, he'd be able to move back to Ohio, where his parents were, and mine of course. I stayed in Louisiana for work purposes, and Joe and I drifted apart.

The thing is, before Joe and I drifted apart, I had a secret hidden from him.

It was kind of a big deal too.

I had a massive crush on Joe. Every time we made eye contact, I blushed, and every time his hand brushed against mine, I'd get butterflies.

I planned that I was going to tell him at our joint graduation party, but I chickened out.

——

Joe and I were in the kitchen by ourselves. Neither of us liked being the center of attention, so we were hiding from the party in the backyard.

"Uh. Joey, can I tell you something?" - you

"Of course-" - Joe

The sliding glass door opened, and Robin peeked her head in.

"Guys, get out here! This is your party, and everyone is asking where you guys are!" - Robin

"We will be out there in a sec!" - Joe

Robin sighed and retreated to the backyard after she shut the door.

"What'd you wanna tell me?" - Joe

"Uh. Never mind... I forgot" - you

“Oh, ok. Let's go. The quicker we get out there, the quicker we get to open our graduation presents!" - Joe grabbed your arm and started pulling you outside

——

I was so close to telling him but chickened out.

Now, we're barely even friends at this point. I haven’t talked to Joe in half a year.

"Sweetie, you there?" - your mom snapped you out of your daydream

"Oh yeah, sorry, I was daydreaming.” - you

"You started daydreaming after I mentioned Robin and Jimmy... any chance you're thinking about Joe?" - your mom

"Maybe.." - you

My mom was the only person I had told about my crush on Joe, and she was the one who told me I should get him alone at our graduation party and tell him.

"He still asks about you, you know." - your mom

"Really? I haven't talked to him in six months, Mom.” - you

"He comes over almost every day and talks to your dad about football. He asks me how you're doing. and if I've talked to you lately.” - your mom

"Does he know that I'm moving back?" - you

"Nope. We decided not to tell him so it would be a surprise. He's been feeling down ever since he tore his ACL. You being around will lift his spirits." - your mom

"That's if it's not awkward... Again, I haven't talked to him in half a year." - you

"You've known each other your whole lives." - your mom

"Yeah. Hey mom, I'm turning into the driveway now.” - you

I could hear my mom squeal. and I couldn't help but laugh.

It was so nostalgic turning into this driveway. Everywhere I looked in the yard, there was a memory from my childhood.

The Burrow's house was next door. Their home was on our right from the road's point of view.

We had a high fence on both sides of our property, but when Joe and I were 5, we had a gate put in so the Burrows could come over when they wanted by just walking through our yards.

I parked up in the same spot that I did when I was in high school, and before I could even unbuckle, my parents flew out of the front door.

Quickly jumping out of the car, I engulfed both my parents in a huge hug.

"My girl!!" - your mom

"I'm so glad you're back!" - your dad

"Come on, let's go inside." - your mom winked

"Oh no.. what'd you guys do?" - you

They pulled me inside, and I saw a huge "welcome home" banner hanging from the ceiling in front of the kitchen entrance.

Jimmy and Robin walked out of the kitchen with confetti cannons and popped them over my head. Robin held a small cake and handed it to me before Jimmy put a party hat on my head.

"Welcome home!!!" - Robin

"Oh my gosh! Thanks so much, guys!!" - you

"You're so welcome, sweetheart!" - Robin

I sat the cake down on the counter and hugged both of them.

"Welcome home, kiddo." - Jimmy

"Joe is at practice right now, but he should be back in about an hour. He’s going to be so excited." - Robin smiled

"I'm surprised you all were able to keep me coming home a secret." - you attempted to change the subject

"It was so hard to, trust me. We could only talk about it when he was gone. We practically shoved him out of the house an hour before he was even supposed to go to practice so we could get all this set up." - Robin

"Oh lord." - you laughed

"y/n, the moving truck is here!!" - your dad

"Thank god, I want to change clothes." - you

—

Everyone was upstairs helping me set up my room.

"Isn't it so funny that the last time you slept in this room, you were in high school?" - your mom

"Mhm. I was still young and didn't worry about the world.” - you

"Girl, you're still young. You don't get to say anything like that until you're at least in your mid 30's." - Robin

"Yeah. You're still significantly young, sweetheart." - your mom

"Okay, okay, I'm still young." - you laughed

"Uh, Joe just texted me. He’s home and wants to know where we are." - Robin looked at Jimmy

"Let's all go downstairs, y/n you stay in the kitchen. We'll all sit in the living room like normal." - Jimmy

We all followed Jimmy's plan, and all of us went downstairs and got into our places.

Robin texted Joe back and told him that they were over at our house. Just a few minutes later, he walked through the front door.

"What on earth? What's all this for?" - Joe

He looked at the banner and confetti on the floor and then looked back at everyone on the couch.

"Welcome home? I just went to practice.." - Joe

"It's not for you, you dork.” - Robin laughed

"Well then what is it?!" - Joe

"Go look in the kitchen.” - Robin smiled

Joe looked at her confused before he turned towards the kitchen and walked in.

I was hiding behind the fridge.

"What am I supposed to be looking for??" - Joe

I walked out from behind the fridge, and I watched Joe's jaw drop.

"Oh my god?! y/n!!" - Joe

He moved forward and pulled me into a hug.

"Hey Joe!" - you

"What- what is happening??" - Joe

Since his arms were still around me, Joe picked me up, spun me around, and then put me back down.

"I'm moving back home, the place I was working at shut down.. so I'm now living in my old bedroom." - you

"I can't believe you're back, I missed you." - Joe hugged you again

"I- I missed you too." - you

"We need to catch up. I need to know everything that I've missed.” - Joe

"Well, I've gotta unpack and get my room set up, but as soon as I have free time, we can hang out." - you

"I'm so sorry for not reaching out to you-." - Joe

"Aye, no, we can talk about that later. I need to know what's been up with you too." - you

"Nothing much, just a lot of football, but I don't want to talk about work, it's boring." - Joe

"Being an NFL player is boring?" - you raised an eyebrow at him

"Being an injured NFL player is boring.. and frustrating." - Joe

"Sorry Joe. I know it sucks." - you

"It's whatever. I'm really happy you're back, though, I missed my bestie." - Joe joked

"C’mon, we can talk while I unpack." - you started the kitchen and Joe followed you

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(joes pov)

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw absolutely nothing but a cake.

"What am I supposed to be looking for??" - Joe

The next thing I knew, y/n walked out from behind the fridge. How has she gotten more beautiful since college?

"Oh my god?! y/n!!" - Joe moved forward and pulled you into a hug

As soon as my arms were around her, I felt the butterflies in my stomach.

"Hey Joe!" - you

"What- what is happening??" - Joe picked you up and spun you around and then put you back down

"I'm moving back home, the place I was working at shut down.. so I'm now living in my old bedroom" - you

"I can't believe you're back, I missed you." - Joe hugged you again

"I- I missed you too." - you

There are the butterflies again.

"We need to catch up. I need to know everything that I've missed.” - Joe

"Well, I've gotta unpack and get my room set up, but as soon as I have free time, we can hang out." - you

"I'm so sorry for not reaching out to you-." - Joe

"Aye, no, we can talk about that later. I need to know what's been up with you too.” - you

"Nothing much, just a lot of football, but I don't want to talk about work, it's boring." - Joe

"Being an NFL player is boring?" - you raised an eyebrow at him

"Being an injured NFL player is boring.. and frustrating." - Joe

"Sorry, Joe. I know it sucks." - you

"It's whatever. I'm really happy you're back, though, I missed my bestie.” - Joe joked

"C’mon, we can talk while I unpack." - you started out of the kitchen and Joe followed you

When I followed y/n into the living room, out of the corner of my eye, I could see our parents smirking at each other.

I gave them all the death stare but just got winks in return before I went upstairs with y/n.

—

(y/n's pov)

"it's kind of a mess right now, and there's boxes everywhere" - you

"I don't care.” - Joe shrugged and

"I mean, I know you wouldn't, but I don't want you to trip over a box or something." - you nodded in the direction of a joes leg brace

"I'm pretty good at maneuvering around. I want to help you set your room up because I feel terrible for not talking to you for so long. I need to explain to you why I didn't.." - Joe

"We can talk about that later, okay? Let's just catch up." - you

——

We had gotten done with my room and were now sitting on my bed. I was telling Joe about the friends I had made while in Louisiana when his phone went off because he was getting a call.

Joe picked up his phone and cursed under his breath when he read the caller ID, but he ended up declining the call and setting his phone down.

"Who was it?" - you

"Uhh, you remember Lexie Mathews?" - Joe

"The girl from the cheer squad at LSU?" - you

"Yeah, uh, she's my girlfriend. It was her who called." - Joe

"Oh." - you looked down

Of course, he has a girlfriend. And of course, it was someone like Lexie - blonde, blue-eyed, and perfect body.

"She's kinda the reason that I stopped talking to you..." - Joe

"What?" - you looked at him

"She didn't like that I told you everything and that I talked to you so much. She told me that I either stopped talking to you or she'd break up with me." - Joe

"Are you kidding me? And you chose her? I mean, I understand that she's your girlfriend, but we've been inseparable our whole lives, Joe. I was there for you way before her." - you

"I know, I know. I regret my decision so much, honestly. I'm so sorry." - Joe

"What's she gonna do when she finds out that you're talking to me in person?" - you

"She's not gonna find out. She lives in Kentucky, so she won't know." - Joe

“So I'm just going to be your friend in the shadows? Am I really that unimportant to you, Joe?" - you

"No, no, no. The exact opposite y/n. I don't want her to find out and make me not talk to you again." - Joe

"I think you should leave." - you

"What?" - Joe looked at me with hurt in his eyes

"I think you should leave Joe.." - you

"y/n, I’m sorry, I am. Our friendship means everything to me-" - Joe

"Clearly, it really doesn't mean that much to you because you ignored me for six months for a girl that practically bullied me in college." - you

"y/n-" - Joe

"Go, Joe." - you

Joe let out a defeated sigh and got up from the bed.

"I'm sorry." - Joe said before he walked out and shut the door behind him

As soon as the door shut, I flopped back on my bed and put my hands over my face.

Off to a great start.

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authors note: FIRST CHAPTER!!!!

I was going to wait to start releasing chapters till Accidently In Love was finished... but i'm too excited about this story. sooooooo... here's the first chapter as a preview

hope you enjoyed 💜

#bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine

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kaibutsushidousha · 6 months

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You said once that Heian is a story rich with Tale of Genji intertextuality as it is Tsukihime intertextuality. From someone who hasn't read it, what other instances of this in action can you expand upon?

I might been missing a few pieces since it's been a couple years since I read Heian and a few years more for The Tale of Genji, but these are the parallels that stood out to me.

I guess I should start by explaining what I meant in my previous post. So, The Tale of Genji is a heavy long-runner series covering from the circumstances behind Hikaru Genji's birth to the major events of his son's life after his death. And the major early chapters of Hikaru's life are about him courting many different women in an attempt to ultimately choose his wife.

You probably know that Hikaru Genji is a controversial figure. This is true in the story, to the people of the time, and even more so to the people of our time. And the main source of Genji's discourse is his arguably main wife, Murasaki no Ue. What's important to understand about Hikaru is that despite his divisiveness, Murasaki Shikibu's narrative voice always described him as the perfect man. That character is her ideal no matter how much the characters and readers disagree. And the first chapter, the one before Hikaru's birth, establishes that he is the perfect man because his mother Kiritsubo no Koi was the perfect woman. Lady Kiritsubo dies between the first two chapters and that's when Hikaru's quest for a wife begins.

One of the relatively early wife-candidates-of-the-week is Fujitsubo. Her gimmick is straight-up samefaceing. Fujitsubo is the perfect woman because she's somehow a palette-swapped second coming of Kiritsubo. Hikaru obviously wants her but his father obviously also wants her because she's Lady Kiritsubo 2, and it's the dad who gets her because he's the emperor while Hikaru is an illegitimate prince not in line for the throne. With their social status preventing a real relationship, the 18-year-old Hikaru Genji started his relationship with Fujitsubo's 10-year-old niece Murasaki, in whom he saw the budding image of a future new Fujitsubo (Kiritsubo 3?).

Tsuna's backstory in FGO Heian is pretty much all built on references to this character trio. Tsuna came across a woman described word-for-word as "beautiful enough to be taken as the Emperor's wife" and instantly fell in love with her but couldn't actualize this love due to social class differences. Later Tsuna meets Ibaraki, recognizes the woman's face on the younger girl, and is nice to her because he likes seeing "that face" happy. Tsuna's and Ibaraki's relationship can be interpreted as a non-romantic version of The Tale of Genji's main couple, but I can't shake off the grooming undertones that come from its inspiration, and even if I could, the idea of Ibaraki being used as a proxy for her mother is still creepy regardless.

One important thing about The Tale of Genji is that it's the oldest novel we know of, so its earliest chapters were instrumental in popularizing novels as a format. For context, The Tale of Genji had a periodic release format, with each chapter being published as its own separate scrolls, so later chapters were published after the public had read the previous ones and their social impact was already tangible to the author.

One of the most memorable sections of The Tale of Genji (meaning more memorable to me specifically than generally notorious) comes in one of the middle chapters, I'll guess around chapter 25. In this scene, Hikaru Genji catches his wife Murasaki reading a novel. Hikaru parrots the time's popular opinion Genji-spawned novel trend: that prose is literature for dumb people and that only poetry has real value. Murasaki, as the character with the author's name would, verbally tears him apart with a big speech explaining what prose can do that poetry can't and how this new form of literature has just as much potential and value as the poetry classics.

In one of the first chapters when Kintoki's party is crashing at Murasaki's house, there's a similar conversation, where Kintoki tells Murasaki (author) about the things that a writer can do that a warrior like him can't, raising many similar points to Murasaki (character).

Nagiko got a short section giving out her Tale of Genji opinions. It's mostly a repeat of her comments at her debut event's epilogue, but it is there. The whole motivation for her boss fight is that she loves the books' cheery and vibrant depictions of romance despite Hikaru being an unbearable character (based and correct).

Could be related to Hikaru Genji having too many love interests, in contrast to Sei Shounagon's very "one and only" views of romance.

Speaking of a character's whole motivation in the plot, let's talk about Murasaki's. She's a funny character that gets a lot funnier with full context. The Heian Singularity/Lostbelt is set in a time when Murasaki Shikibu had already published many chapters of The Tale of Genji and caused a major cultural phenomenon. The whole capital was crazy to know what would happen next and this pressure gave her immense writer's block. So she fought in the Holy Grail War, risking her life for a chance to wish for the perfect conclusion to Hikaru Genji's story. She lost but Babbage gave her new motivation to write with her own hands the perfect conclusion that her perfect man deserves.

So? What's the conclusion Murasaki writes for Hikaru without any magical interference? You see, The Tale of Genji in its final form is comprised of 55 scrolls, each released separately as one chapter. The 42nd of these scrolls is Hikaru's death chapter. After 41 chapters deriving world-changing popularity, how did the genius Murasaki Shikibu close his story? With boldness and commitment to the bit. See, to Murasaki's authorial voice, Hikaru Genji is too hot and perfect. So hot and perfect that his death is too monumental of a tragedy to be possibly put into words. Thus, Murasaki published an entirely blank scroll and in the next one, Hikaru Genji was inexplicably dead.

Hikaru's death is my favorite thing about the Tale of Genji, not only for getting rid of the worst boy but mainly for the narrative power move that is still as insane writing for today's standards as it was back when it was published in the first novel ever. But this moment of genius is also a perfect thing to turn into a writer's block joke. Easily one of my best contenders for Sakurai's funniest joke.

#fate grand order #the tale of genji

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starfxkr · 2 months

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hey moony i’ve missed yew twin 🫶🏼🫶🏼

random headcanon from my pov

i think bunny is an air sign sun with a water sign moon and rising

puppy is a water sign sun with a earth sign moon and fire sign rising

kitty is a fire sign sun and rising with an air sign moon

foxy is an air sign sun (SPECIFICALLY aquarius, we canonly the “weird” sign), earth sign moon and rising

- 🪐

I MISSED U FRIEND

okay ues i def agree abt bunny in my head shes libra sun, cancer moon cancer rising

for pup gives me taurus sun, gemini moon, maybe virgo or sag rising

kitten is def aries sun, gem moon, aqua rising her sun/moon is an inverse of jjs i fear

foxy is aqua sun, scorpio moon, cap rising shes just so fuckin intense at all times like girl please

#✨.txt #bunny!reader #puppy!reader #kitten!reader #fox!reader

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harryleatherfit · 9 months

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Upper East Side || A.U || Frankie Morales

Chapter 13: After Party

F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: abusive parents, childhood memory flashback, ptsd, abuse (summary at the end if you’d like to skip) drink roofi,

Authors Note: been so long since i’ve updated UES, but one shot life has taken me away. planning the rest of the fic is making me so sad and writing this chapter was really hard, i fucking HATE NINA. there’s not too much of frankie in this one, but i promise he’s very much in the next. just you wait .

i love you all. anyone who reads my stuff, who has supported me through this process. you mean the absolute world to me💝

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Sundays with your family was never something you vouched for as a kid. You woke up, you did what you were told, you obeyed, you surveyed your parents emotions. Hyper aware of your actions. You cleaned, you cooked, you were a caretaker to yourself.

After so many years with the relationship of your parents berating itself, your relationship with your mom, everything falling apart. You never really knew what set her off, hell you never knew what would set your dads anger off, but there was something with your mom that would make her see red and you would never understand.

A distinct Sunday, you walked downstairs to greet your parents, and she was staring out the window, blank faced. You sat next to her, no words said, just hoping for her peace today.

“Pretty morning, mama.”

She nodded her head, “Yeah I already went for my run, the weather is perfect. You should go on yours now.”

She always did this, she always made you go on fucking runs, to appease that ‘her child isn’t gaining weight’.

This morning, you were tired, you just started your period and you were bleeding heavily. The last thing you wanted to do was go on a run, you didn’t want to have to say hi to people every time you passed them. You didn’t want to fidget with your headphones not falling out. You hated running, she always forced you to work out on your own terms.

“Mama? I’m on my period and I feel nauseous…”

“You know that’s not an excuse, you know the rules.”

“I know you’ve said that but please today I’m in so much pain, I’ll take on extra chores for today, I’ll dust all the rooms-”

“No, and because of that you’ve yourself another hour of running… do you want to defy my rules? Fucking try me you fucking little shit.” She seethes, she urns back looking out the window, simmering down.

You look away from her, shoving your head down into your arms, you didn’t like crying infront of her.

“And try running to your father, he only agrees with me. Look, we love you honey, we want the best for you, but we need you to be healthy and thin, like the good girl you were raised to be.” She gets up, “Speaking of which, let's get on the scale before you leave.”

“What?”

She grabs your hand, pulling you to her bathroom.

“Mama no… mama please no…” You cry, “You know that I don’t like this… please mama don’t make me..”

“It’s the rule to stay under 150 Lbs! You know that! Fuck..” She huffs, “We’ve been so relaxed with you lately, you need to have healthier habits. You can’t keep eating the way you are.”

She punts the door open, you're sobbing at this point, begging your mom to not make you on the scale.

“No! Fucking get on!”

“Please mama, please I’ll do better. I’ll be better for you, I promise, for you and dad. I won’t be bad anymore..” You plead, slobber slipping all over your face.

She plants your feet on the scale and you immediately shut your eyes, never wanting to see the number below you. Seconds pass.

“Well you got a fucking one way ticket to missing homecoming next weekend.” She tuts.

“What, no please mom!” You look at her.

“NO ARGUING! You wont fit in your dress anyways and it’s your fucking fault. We paid all this money for this beautiful gown and now YOU HAVE GAINED WEIGHT! So during your night, you’ll be coming with me to the gym and no fucking complaining… I hear a sound, your phone is mine for a week.” That shuts you up.

All you can do is stare at her, the pain leaking from your mouth. You’re frozen in time, and you can only focus on the tears not slipping from your eyes. All the pain and hatred boiling in your heart, the monster of fear is right in front of you and you can’t move. You heave, gasping for air. All you want is to hold your mom, you want someone to fucking hold you, but there is no one.

“Fucking get a move on, or I’ll give you something real to cry about.” She spits. And you do.

—-

Your scream, your blood, your body shaking out on stage. You prepared for your last performance with Frankie, you were ready to give the performance everything you had in your body. And everything went as fast as you expected, but as you were walking off stage you could’ve sworn you saw your mom in the audience, so many faces to look at, but you could see yourself in the crowd.

You stayed stagnant in the wings of the stage, your body following into full blown shock. You couldn’t get a full view of the person you saw but somehow you knew she was in the same room as you. That pit feeling you got as a kid about you mom, her moods. You knew she was there.

People were talking to you, tech crew telling you what to do and where to go, but you couldn’t think. Everything was muffled, nothing made sense. You couldn’t scratch out of your skin faster, you couldn’t run away, you couldn't go home. You couldn’t leave, you just had to stay.

Immediately you snap out of it and rub your hand over your heart to calm yourself down, you have to finish the night out.

“Are you okay?” A stage manager comes up to you, “Do you want me to get a director?”

Fuck the last thing you want is for Frankie to see you like this, or any of your teachers. Nothing could help you get out of this.

“No,” You choke, “I’m fine.”

Your reassurances, sets the stage manager back in place, calling the shows last cue, and bows are finally in check.

Mattias runs off stage, and he finds your hand, bracing yourself to see the audience again. You hear the room erupt into cheers and the standing ovation begins. He pulls you onto the stage, your eyes fade, the fuzziness creeping over your body. It’s your turn to walk up to the apron and bow, feet following another no daring to look anywhere but your feet. You were happy how loud the audience was, but you needed to leave, you needed air. Applauding the tech crew and the audience you run off stage quickly. You needed time to collect yourself before you ever thought about going outside to greet anyone.

You smeared the blood off of you, you slipped out of your costume, put everything back to where it was, shaking as you moved. You couldn’t rid this fumble in your body. You prayed Frankie wouldn’t walk in, you didn’t know how he would react to your unresponsiveness.

“Bitch! Get out here! We gotta go sign some playbills and then we're off to the club!” Mattias shouts into your room.

The tears come to a halt and you wipe away your face before he has you in view. You can do this.

“I just finished cleaning and hanging my shit, come with me and we can find Laylah… go to the club!” He holds your hands, wriggling his body.

Honestly all you want is to hurl into a bag, but that would do too.

“Ok let me grab my bag, I’m right behind you!” You cave. All you had to do was forget about your mom.

You clear your nose, and shut off the lights to your area. You’ll always remember this oasis you had, the memories with Laylah, Frankie, your first show here dear to your heart.

Mattias opens the door to the outside, and not just from last night… there are more people. Cameras flashing, screaming from all sides of the street. There are paparazzi, cars scrolling by screaming you and Mattias’s name. As you walk by with him, singing playbills and posing for cameras, seeing all these beautiful faces, you think about Frankie. You’re one step closer to being with him after the party.

Moving down the line, the men with the camera’s move with you. It felt good, you felt excited and the dip in your heart is gone.

“Excuse me ma’am, ma’am! You can’t be here!”

Before you turn, you hear a backstage official yell to somebody, the conversation going on behind you.

“Who do you think you are, screaming up on that stage?”

And there you are, in front of what could’ve been hundreds of people, seeing you go eye to eye with your mom. Mattias pauses behind you. You knew it was her, that exact hair color.

“You call that a performance?” She screams at the crowd, pointing at you, pulling you apart, “Here’s my fucking daughter all the way in New York City.” She screams.

You hadn’t seen her in years, by choice, but she was here? What on god's earth would persuade her to see your performance. She looked much older, being alone hasn’t taught her anything. Her hair looked dirty, she looked disheveled, and she looked lifeless.

“Ma’am I need you to please step aside..”

“Look at you baby, look at you whoring yourself out for all these broadway roles.” She laughs, “Didn’t think the person I raised would go this far into Hollyweird, you’re sellin yourself to the devil you hear me? Skanking yourself out just to make some money? I mean fuck..”

Some Broadway official grabs one of your moms arms, yanking it back, she has this beady look in her eye, you know she hasn’t had her fill with you yet. She wanted this to be public so she can let the public see the real you.

“Mom please don’t do this here, please I’ve worked so hard for this.” You plead, you can’t freeze, you can’t shake, you just deal. You go back to your roots. “Mom, why are you here?”

“Want the world to know how fucking selfish and useless you are? Wanted to see how ‘good’ of a life you think you got up here. Well here’s a fucking wake up call sweet cheeks,” She steps up closer to you, “ You ain’t able to make it in the world without me, I came here today to take you back home. Where you were raised right, where you belong.” She grabs you, and Mattias holds you back, his hold on you stronger than anything on the stage.

“Babe? Who the fuck is this?” He asks.

“No one lets fucking go.” You snicker, you have never been more infuriated in your life.

He follows you back inside the theater, you can still hear your mom yelling like the psychotic bitch she is, and behind closed doors, you can’t stop the shaking. You don’t care if Mattias saw you like this, you needed Laylah.

“Get Laylah, find Laylah please Mattias.”

“Ok baby, I’ll go find her.”

When he left you and you were finally alone, you gasped for air. That really was her. Your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you. Your hands couldn’t control themselves, you couldn’t remember anything except your name, all you needed to do was throw everything up.

“Oh I got her, I got her.”

“Babe, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You look at Laylah with your eyes spilling liquid, “She was here, she was fucking here Laylah, the whole crowd saw, Papparazzi saw, fans saw. I can’t… move. I don’t know what to do.” They slipped down to the floor with you, they put their arms around you and Mattias followed, all holding each other in a ball.

“I don’t know why she came, I don’t know why she’s here, I don’t know how she found out I was even in this.” You ramble.

“Ok calm. Do you feel safe right now?” They ask.

“Yes, you’re both here, that's all that matters. I just can’t process everything right now. I don’t think I can move from here.”

“Ok we can wait here then, we won’t leave until you want to.” Mattias soothes.

You could stay in the corner with those two for an eternity. You wanted Frankie too, but you didn't need to burden him with your life, you didn’t need to have him worry about you in any capacity, when you were already putting both of your careers in jeopardy. They both held you so close, and this was a moment in your life you would pocket. Two people you hold dearly in your heart, that you would never let go.

You felt your phone buzz, you had to check it to see if it was Frankie, but it wasn’t, it was an instagram notification from Frankie. Your heart dropped. Mattias’s phone buzzed too.

You open the app at the same time, a post of you two bowing together on the stage.

Captioned: “The Macbeths”

The past couple months working with these two have been an experience of a lifetime for my career. I couldn’t imagine anyone else in these roles. The stars of the new generation.

“Didn’t know he liked me that much.” Mattias giggles. Laylah looks at you and they look happy, they weren’t that shocked when you told them about you two, seeing the instagram post proves how much he cares about you. How his page is now two posts of you.

Your heart dropped but you're happy too, this is what a teacher would post, he’s proud of the work he’s done.

New Message:

Frankie: Comin to the afterparty at the club? Leaving with the guys, I have another surprise tonight for you baby girl.

Fuck, the afterparty.

“Do you guys want to go to the afterparty?” You chip up.

“No, not without you and I’m not leaving you.” Laylah.

“No it’s okay, I think I can go. I’m okay. These few minutes I needed but I’m good now.” You weren’t lying, you didn’t exactly want to stay here forever and be the buzzkill of the night. You all had worked on this play for months, and if you missed this you would hate yourself more.

You would get to see Frankie, and just by his presence that would calm you down and make you forget the whole night.

“Let's go, I wanna go. Do I look okay for a club?” You ask.

“You always look okay baby, I’ll get a cab.” Mattias gets up, holding his hands out for you and Laylah.

You collect your bag and jacket, fixing your hair. Trying to prepare for the rest of the night. You and Laylah follow Mattias to the other end of the theater, where fans won’t be, getting inside a cab and decompressing.

“Rumpus room please, on East Houston and Elridge.” Laylah tells the cab driver.

You text back Frankie,

You: Laylah, Mattias and I are on our way, be there in 10.

Frankie: The guys and I already ordered some drinks, want anything?

You: I’m okay, keep your hands to yourself tonight pretty boy

Frankie: Make me

You: I promise I will. That picture you posted, it’s beautiful by the way.

Frankie: I know, someone in it that is.

You: Hey what about Mattias?

Frankie: He can be too, but my girl owns the world.

You: What’s your special surprise tonight?

Frankie: I wanted to take you somewhere again, not my house tonight

Where else could he take you? You were getting worried he was spending too much money on you, but that was a battle for another night.

Laylahs playing hype music, and you feel the warmth in your blood again, nothing to worry about.

“How many people do you think will be there?” You ask.

“I mean the whole school kinda show’s up to things like this, so there could be hundreds.” Mattias answers.

Maybe you could slip away with Frankie unnoticed.

You guys arrived outside the club, and people were cheering for you both, never receiving this special treatment, but you did check behind your back to make sure your mom wasn’t there, just a precaution. And once you walk in there was this whole atrium, almost a room so big that you could fit people in it for a concert. Bodies everywhere left and right. Some people you recognized, but most you’ve never talked to. Mattias and Laylah were by your sides, Bryce weaving through people to find Laylah. As you walked in, more eyes feel your way and hands started clapping, a DJ found a spotlight on you both, finally going over a god mic,

“There's the winners of the night, let's have a round of applause for the Macbeths!” Whistles and yelps were spread everywhere, Mattias hugged you and a wave of happiness spread through you. You did this, you had the power of an artist right now. Life was so good.

You guys walked up stairs to get to the bar, able to see the whole dance floor, and that’s when you see Frankie with the directors in the opposite corner. He met eyes with you and you smirk, at least he’s here. He changed from his regular outfit, all the guys in the corner are wearing suits, you were practically drooling over what you could see from Frankie.

“Gin and Tonic please, babe you want anything?” Mattias asks.

Fuck it.

“I’ll do the same as him.” You repeat.

Laylah and Bryce order, sitting on the bar barstools chatting. You felt earthy right now, light and accomplished. Even though you barely knew anyone in here, you could still be yourself. You took sips of your drink, muscles relaxing.

“Is he here?” Laylah whispers, asking about Frankie.

“Yes, he is, but I can’t be near him, people would think it’s weird and he doesn’t know.” You point at Mattias. “But I’m seeing him after.” You shrug.

“He makes you happy. If you’re happy I’m happy.” They kiss your head, “Does he know about stuff with your mom?”

“I’ve told him a few things, but no need to rush into all that with him.”

“Take it lightly tonight, okay? Don’t rush into anything, your moms psychotic.” They shiver.

“Trust me I know, I grew up with the woman.” You blink.

Was it bad that you missed her, even though she treated you like shit?

Mattias and Bryce were on their phones whispering, you didn’t know what about, but they looked worried. Boys being boys.

“No phones, let’s all go dance.”

You drag all of them off their seats and set your drinks on the bar, slipping into the crowd of people, maybe Frankie will see you. See your body dancing, craving his hands all over you.

So many people were still congratulating you, wanting to dance with you, your smile so wide. It made you think about the spring, and the musical. You realize after this it doesn’t even matter if you get a named character. You at least want to be a part of the production.

So many people were focused on showing off what roles they had, but you were at least happy that you could be a part of any production. You wanted to end your senior year with a good note, not a stressed one.

You feel hands on you, and it’s Hannah and Rose.

“YOU DID AMAZING, YOU BOTH DID.” They scream over the music. You jump up and down with them, catching up with them since you all have been so busy. It was nice to see their faces, more people than you knew at this crazy party.

“You and Mattias are being posted everywhere, those interviews are already out! And Mr. Morales posting you guys, that’s really big for you both.” Rose jumps, giddily.

“What does this all mean?” You ask.

“You guys will get fucking scouted, you’re going to go into Hollywood duh!” Hannah giggles, they both already seem drunk, this news making your body lurch with euphoria.

“I’m gonna go sip on my drink, anyone wanna come with?” You ask.

Nobody moves, so you leave the group alone, only 10 steps to the bar. You find your drink and sit on the stool. A moment to yourself and a lot to process. You thought out of your head for a second. This could have really started your career. People, we're going to start recognizing you, people are gonna start emailing you. This was it. Eventually after downing the rest of your drink, you got up to go back again, but this didn’t feel good.

You felt like you couldn’t walk, the music suddenly got louder and your head was pounding. How much had you actually drank? You were trying to scout out anyone you knew, trying to find Laylah shimmering hair, or maybe Frankie with his friends. But nothing. You felt helpless, you were lost and you didn’t know what to do. You looked for bathroom signs, and immediately stumbled over there. You walked down the cold hallway, not able to process.

What the fuck was going on?

You opened the door to what you thought was the bathroom, which it did say bathroom but it was pitch black, and the words on the door were blurry.

Flash.

Immediately hands were all over, the room spinning faster than you could comprehend. You’re pulled into the rooms and you hear giggles rapture from every corner of the room, you hear the door lock from the inside, and you’re in no control of what happens now. You can’t leave, you can’t fight. You’re physically unable to move, your breathing quickens and sweat falls down your forehead. The lights turn on, your eyes fight to adjust to the new night.

“Didn’t even bother to cover your own drink you dumb bitch.”

Nina.

“Yeah it’s fucking me you dumb whore.” Laughs again, you freeze, with what you’re able to do you back against the steel wall.

There's about 6 girls surrounding you, one with a flash on you, one you're sure is recording. Incolitarlty, you can feel tears streaming down your face.

“Fucking cunt stole my role, payback you little fucking trailer trash slut.” She slaps you, but at least you couldn’t feel it. You tried to hit her back, but she caught you fist, your reaction time was too slow.

“Drugs gonna make you sleepy honey, no need to fight me back. I already got you ass.” She smirks. All her friends howl in laughter.

“Nina… what did.. I ever do to you? …I’ve never… hurt you..” You stammer, trying to slur formal words together. You were fading fast.

She grabs your mouth in her hands, “You. Took. My. Spotlight. And you’re gonna pay for it. You didn’t think I was gonna let you slide with this, you thought I was gonna back off? Well fuckin welcome to New York babe, nobody backs of here.”

Nina backs off from you and in the corner of your eye, a girl standing on a toilet lid is holding a big bucket, eventually dumping a bucket of red liquid all over you. It woke you up, but the room was still hazy. You tried to wipe it from your eyes, but you got it all over the wall, it seeping down your body to the floor.

“Fucking screaming banshee… THAT WAS MY ROLE.” She gets up all in your face, still frozen from fear.

“Nina, do you think it’ll work, do you think it’ll wake her up?” The red substance was so cold, you didn’t know what it was, but you prayed it wasn’t real blood. It didn’t have an odor, but your veins were shrieking from the temperature.

“Brie, bitch it has to, the cunt has to stay awake, if she doesn’t we're all dead.” You hear her respond.

Before you really start to slip, all the girls are murmuring with Nina, this was their plan. To drug you and try to make you stay awake, to use you. To lock you in here and hurt you. But if it didn’t work? Then what? Leave you to die? Leave you to rot in this red scum?

Nina comes back up to you again, the impact of her hand, her nails dragging on your face brutally keeping you standing against the wall.

“Where's your little friend, where’d they all go huh? Not here to protect their little puppy.” She cackles. “You follow all of them around when they don’t need you, a worthless piece of shit.” She grabs your hair, putting her mouth close to your ear.

“Gonna go run to mommy and daddy, gonna go cry about it? Gonna cry like a little girl and run away?”

You fall with nothing less to lose. Nina couldn’t hold you up anymore. Another girl holds a phone in your face and it’s a video, a street view video of you frozen outside the theater, your mom yelling at you. Calling you names, hurling herself at you. Her voice made the wind in your body howl, you couldn’t take it anymore. You started to scream.

Not words, but you screamed for the world to know your pain. You never meant to hurt anyone in your life. You never meant to be mean to Nina, your mom, the world. You never wanted anything.

“That’s right you ugly whore, don’t have a mommy to run to I see. Mommy doesn’t love her fat daughter.” She wiggles the phone from her friend's hand, shoving it in your face, “Deux moi’s having a fun time with this one.” You hear the door open, all of their feet shuffle out, the light switch turning off.

“Have a good night, don’t let drugs bite.” The door shuts.

You were trying so hard not to fall asleep, but it’s what you need to do. You can’t refrain anymore.

You whimper, “Frankie….”

Black.

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Summary: Reader gets a bad childhood flashback with her mom, then reader finishes the last of lady mac for the last show, thinking she sees her mom in the crowd. After the show ends, Mattias drags her outside to say hi to people, paps are there and so many more people than the previous night before. Then reader sees her mom, and she freezes, feeling like a kid again, her mom goes crazy. Reader and Mattias eventually go back into the theatre finding Laylah, they check on reader, she feels okay to go to the after party. Frankie posts a picture of Mattias and reader, talking about how proud he is of both of them. Then he texts reader about another suprise for her. She feels good for the rest of the night. Showing up to the after party club. Dancing with Laylah, Bryce, Mattias, Rose and Hannah. Reader goes back to bar to drink the rest of her drink, feeling woozy she goes to the bathroom to be bombarded with Nina and her minions.

Ending was hard to write, but necessary, creating Nina has gone against every molecule of my body.

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hydranomago · 14 days

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[Lyrics & translation under cut]

ENGLISH:

Doodled textbooks and myself looking outside all the time. Sky above a skyscraper, I dreamed unreachable dream. I want to break the door of my feelings that have no way out. If I smoke behind the school building, there's no way of escape.

We will crouch down, gather in a lump while turning our backs against adults. I will glare at adults who doesn't know anything about us. And my friends plan to run away from home tonight. Anyway, I don't want to go back to school or home anymore. I'm trembling without even knowing what I am. It's a night of fifteen years old.

I will ride on a stolen bike without knowing the destination. I will run into the dark night. I didn't want to be tied up by anyone, I felt free when I ran away from everything on this night. It's a night of fifteen years old.

Cold wind, cold body, I miss people. I will run past the house of that sleeping girl, while whispering goodbye. In the dark, vending machine stood alone. Warmth that you can buy for 100 yen, I will tightly grasp hot canned coffee.

I don't know how love ends, but that girl and I have always dreamed of a future together. Adults told me to give up my love, but I don't like it at all. If those boring lessons are everything we have, What a petty, what a meaningless, what a powerless fifteen years old.

I will ride on a stolen bike without knowing the destination. I will run into the dark night. I will smoke a freshly learned cigarette. I continued to seek freedom while staring at the starry sky. A fifteen years old night.

Credit: https://lyricstranslate.com

ROMANJI:

rakugaki no kyoukasho to soto bakari miteru ore choukousou biru no ue no sora todokanai yume wo miteru yariba no nai kimochi no tobira yaburitai kousha no ura tabako wo fukashite mitsukareba nigeba mo nai shagande katamari se wo mukenagara kokoro no hitotsu mo wakariaenai otonatachi mo niramu soshite nakamatachi wa kon'ya iede no keikaku wo tateru tonikaku mou gakkou ya ie ni wa kaeritakunai jibun no sonzai ga nan nano ka sae wakarazu furueteiru juugo no yoru

nusunda baiku de hashiridasu yukusaki mo wakaranumama kurai yoru no tobari no naka e dare nimo shibararetakunai to nigekonda kono yoru ni jiyuu ni nareta ki ga shita juugo no yoru

tsumetai kaze hieta karada hito koishikute yume miteru ano ko no ie no yoko wo sayonara tsubuyaki hashirinukeru yami no naka potsun to hikaru jidou hanbaiki hyakuendama de kaeru nukumori atsui kan koohii nigirishime koi no ketsumatsu mo wakaranai kedo ano ko to ore wa shourai sae zutto yume ni miteru otonatachi wa kokoro wo sutero sutero to iu ga ore wa iya nano sa taikutsu na jugyou ga oretachi no subete naraba nante chippoke de nante imi no nai nante muryoku na juugo no yoru

nusunda baiku de hashiridasu yukusaki mo wakaranumama kurai yoru no tobari no naka e oboetate no tabako wo fukashi hoshizora wo mitsumenagara jiyuu wo motometsuzuketa juugo no yoru

nusunda baiku de hashiridasu yukusaki mo wakaranumama kurai yoru no tobari no naka e dare nimo shibararetakunai to nigekonda kono yoru ni jiyuu ni nareta ki ga shita juugo no yoru

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#yuuri #優里 #yuuri singer #song #japanese songs #80s songs #80s music #translation #lyrics

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sleephearts · 6 months

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i am here to partake in ur witl askie game puddin :3 i would like to giv u a few anime if u don mind hehe : the girl from the other side , sugar apple fairy tail , furuba , n' haikyuu (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ) !

hewo luvvie \^o^/ i absolutely dont mind ! if anything dis is making me realize how much i'm missing ;;

~ the girl from the other side

uoo i just searched up da series...DA ART?? it looks so good i must add it 2 my list asap >:0

~ sugar apple fairy tale

art looks so pretti ! shall looks especially handsum heheh.. :9

~ furuba

ue..umm...i dunno how i never watched fruits basket when i was younger D: i hav general knowledge of da plot but IVE NEVER SEEN IT... eek im actually kinda embarrassed now ;; my first ever anime was fairy tale n i guess i never deviated frm shounen ;w;

~ haikyu!!

aa my middle school obsession !!!! literally grew up wif it + lost a piece of myself when da manga ended in 2020 :'( it still has a supa special place in my heart <3

📩put an anime in my ask

#ੈ♡ — games #i actually wanted 2 reread haikyu but then got too busy +_+ i might hav time winter break 2 start on my long long list of series tho !!!

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visumper · 8 months

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Endline snippets but its Kaemory and im crying also Pretty Face by PUBLIC is literally the kaemory song ever,,, UE UE UE… also kae pov

I’m holding her hand. Oh. That’s kind of embarrassing. I can feel my face start to heat up when I realize and try to pull my hand away. It’s weird, because I can’t feel anything. My limbs— they’re all numb. When I try to move my hand, I can’t tell if it even moves or not. I try looking around, but all I see is a bunch of stupidly bright red and Em’s pretty face. Ugh. Why can’t I open them more? It feels like my eyes are only half open. Maybe they are. My vision’s blurry too, but I can still see her clearly. She’s the only clear thing I see, as if she’s the only person my eyes focus on.

She’s crying. There’s other people too, I think. I can’t hear them well since my hearing feels all muffled too. I can’t tell who they are, since they’re nothing but colored blobs. Haha. This kind of feels like I got Sporis bombed by Mari. This is a little different though. Ah… I don’t think this is just a mushroom this time.

Where’s Aza? I feel like I’m drunk and high at the same time. I hate Aza’s stupid medicines because they taste like shit like Mari’s cooking, but they work pretty damn well. I force myself to focus, because Em’s definitely crying. I should probably comfort her, right? That’s what girls like, right? In the end I end up asking about Aza. Were he and Rowan still dealing with Aid? I still need to beat Rowan at table tennis. I still need to beat Aza at darts.

It’s hard not to be jealous of those two. Haha. They’re so talented. They remind me a lot of my siblings…

“Wh…” I manage to get out. Em’s grasp on my hand gets tighter. My hand is the only thing I can feel on my body. It’s almost like my brain shut off everything else. Kinda like “hey, make sure to only focus on Em totally holding your hand! You love-drunk hot hunk!”

… why am I thinking about this, anyways? I’m not hot nor a hunk.

“Aza?” I gasp out. Why is it so hard to talk? This is bad. This reminds me of when I couldn’t speak at all. Couldn’t defend myself from being accused of that stupid fucking…

Em starts sobbing even harder. Did I do that? It’s like the cries get louder and louder, as if the other unknown blobby people are crying to. Why? What happened? Did something happen to Aza? Where is he? If the blob people are crying, then they must be from Score, too, right? Rowan maybe… Mari? Lucius? No. Lucius is missing, probably dead. Verdict got to him… Rowan or Mari, then? Are they all here? Where’s Aza?

Em is wailing still, and I don’t know why. Somehow I get my fingers to clasp onto hers a little more. I can’t tell if I’m in pain or not. Everything’s numb and I can’t feel anything, but this situation’s just way too weird. Why can I barely move? Why can’t I talk? I have so many questions. My eyes involuntary start to close even more, and I yell at them in my head because I want to look at Em longer. I want my hand to move, to cup her cheek and my mouth to comfort her. But my body won’t move at all. It’s like my legs are nonexistent, too.

And then I start to think.

Am I dying?

“Em?” I croak. My voice sounds all wrong. It’s all broken up and quiet. Lucius would’ve made fun of me for it. You know, he was a scheming slimy bastard, but I do kind of miss him. Just kind of. Only kind of.

“Lo…ve… you,” I say, without thinking at all. Because what if I really am dying? I don’t even realize I’ve just confessed to the absolute love of my life. This could just be some weird circumstance, right? A minor injury I’m being overdramatic about, right? Even still, everything about this feels wrong.

I’d rather die a hundred Verdict executions before I die before confessing to her. Any execution but the Wall, of course. Because then Em and Mari and Rowan and Aza and Lucius would die too. Also Lucius is probably dead. So maybe he doesn’t count.

When I was accused, I couldn’t speak at all. After that, I became afraid of being quiet. But then I found Mari and Score. And through Score I found Em and the others. So to hell with the accusations, to hell with the rumors. To fucking hell with the life I had before, because this is better.

I like this. I like these people.

I like you. A lot. I love you.

Her pretty eyes widen at around the same time I realize what I’ve said. I laugh like a goofy man, the laugh coming out sounding like a dying run-over hedgehog on drugs and steroids with mega bass boost.

Weird simile, Mari would probably say.

Rowan taught me that one, I’d like to reply.

And then she smiles. Her eyes are still sad and teary, but she’s smiling and her hand is so warm.

I don’t know what’s happening at all, but I really do hope I wake up again. I hope I’m not dying, because I still need to beat the twins at their respective games. I hope I’m not dying, because I mainly want to be able to hug Em and confess again and again.

I can’t see her anymore, but I can hear her.

“I love you, Kae.”

That’s enough for me.

#endlien

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Yumalia smutember : "special occasion" during their wedding anniversary while their children are at the percedal

(Ao3)

"I already miss them…", Amalia sighed, as she stepped back into their chambers.

"I can portal us back if you want", Yugo quickly assured her, his hands still glowing blue.

"No, they will be safe at Eva and Pinpin".

Amalia replied and stepped towards her husband, closing his arms around his neck.

"Besides…", she lowered her voice, "We deserve some time for ourselves, especially tonight…"

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, her lips meeting Yugo in a slow, but passionate kiss that seemed to last hours. It was difficult for her to believe it's been seven years already they have been married. The two heroes did not have much free time, with ruling the kingdom, helping people and raising their two children, but every once in a while they found it, and made sure to use it to its fullest.

"Happy anniversary, Ami."

"And you too, Yugo.", she added

"I, uh, I need to go and bring my present."

"Great, it will let me slip into my anniversary costume".

At that proclamation, Yugo's cheeks reddened and is Wakfu antlers twitched under his hat, as if the thought of that hadn't been on his mind for the better part of the day. He opened another portal and disappeared for a short while, emerging with an enormous cake on a roller tray.

But before he was able to surprise his wife, she did it first, appearing in the oh-so-familiar red-and-golden dress, lying seductively on their bed.

"A-Ami…", Yugo stuttered, his eyes tracing her curves hidden underneath the same dress she wore all those years ago.

"Did you make it? When?" Amalia saved Yugo from his embarrassment, as her eyes focused on the cake.

"I could ask you the same, how did you change so quickly…"

"Practice, I suppose.", Amalia closed her arms around her husband, "We've been nearly caught so many times I had to learn to quickly change…", she whispered seductively, "Cos I can't just portal myself away with my pants around my ankles."

"Yeah…", Yugo admitted, geeling her hand slipping underneath his shirt.

"Good thing tonight we won't have to worry…"

"Don't you want to try the cake?", Yugo asked, watching as Amalia's eyebrows raise in bewilderment.

"That's the dessert. First, I want something savoury…"

And with that, the Sadida Queen got onto her knees, and, defying her royal demeanour, focused on the bulge in Yugo's pants, which has been growing for quite some time. She licked her lips, and, like she promised, dragged Yugo's pants down in one swoop, revealing his cock with its glistening, twitching head.

The ravenous queen quickly got to it, smothering him with kisses and licks which only prompted a few more droplets pof precum to appear on Yugo's tip, at least until Amalia claned it with her tongue.

"Can't waste a drop…", she muttered in between taking him into her mouth, "The seed is royal, after all..".

Hearing only affirmative grunts from her enamoured husband, she continued her caresses, dragging her tong ue along his cock's underside, before quickly taking him down her throat, much to his surprise. The warmth of her mouth prompted his hands to find their way to her head, and suddenly the queen became the subservient girl to King Yugo's relentless facefucking.

Her eyes went wide, but she wasn't exactly unprepared for it; though her mind has been hazed with his masculine, raw fragrance and taste, she made sure to breath properly, preparing herself for the inevitable finale.

Yugo only managed to cry her name once before he came, her hands on his bare ass and around his balls helping, as cum began to pour down her throat and into her belly. And long after he stopped cumming, he heard Amalia swallowing the cream in her mouth, ensuring her mouth would be empty when she presented it to Yugo a moment later, taking extra time to clean his length.

"As I've said, nothing wasted."

Using his moment of weakness Amalia suddenly rose from her knees and with a single push, she toppled him to his back, as she crawled on top of his crotch, already feeling his cock becoming hard again.

Amalia did one last thing before riding her husband, and with help of his hands, she took the dress off, revealing lack of any underwear underneath.

"Just like during our wedding night."

"Can't believe you went commando to the altar.", Yugo moaned as she watched the naked form of his wife slowly slide down, her pussy closing around his cock.

Amalia let out a sharp cry as Yugo's hands grabbed her waist and slammed her body against his, pushing his cock as far as he could, stretching her walls, and making her toes curl.

And when she secured her hands against his chest, Amalia put her wide hips to work, slowly rising up, only to slam herself down again, making sure to feel the journey down every inch of Yugo's cock, again and again.

"It's… it's not the only scandal I caused that-that day…", Amalia muttered, gaining Yugo's attention.

And while he gathered words for his response, she grabbed his hand and moved it to her underbelly, reminding him of one other aspect of their wedding night.

After all, Amalia going commando was nothing compared to the fact that the supposedly innocent princess lost her innocence a long time ago, as evident by the pregnant belly she was not afraid to show to her people. And when the ceremony was over, Yugo was graced with his wife, carrying the next member of the Eliatrope race rode him, just like she was doing now.

"You-you miss this, don't you?", she asked, watching the grimace changing on his face.

"What-what do you mean?", Yugo asked, feeling her moves deliberately slowing down to delay their shared climax.

"You miss feeling the extra weight when I ride you… and the curves to kiss in the morning…"

Yugo's eyes widened as the meaning of her words got to him, just when she slammed her hips against his, causing him to moan.

"A-Ami! A-Are you-"

"Maybe.", she quickly replied, "I-I might have skipped a potion or two-", she added, her moves gaining speed, together with her ragged breathing.

"Maybe I-I want something more than a cake…!", she leaned forward, feeling Yugo's breath on her neck, as the two got closer and closer to their peaks, her lips seeking his.

Before she knew it, his hands were around her waist as they kissed, Yugo quickly turning the tables and flipping Amalia to her back, giving him chance to deliver the final thrust dominating her, sampling her moans poured into his mouth as seed flooded her sex in several hefty shots.

The royal couple stayed joined for a long, long while, Amalia's thrashing and quivering body squeezing more and more cum from her husband.

"Ami…", Yugo spoke first, catching breath after his climax subsided and he rolled to his side, marvelling the sight of his tired wife with hefty creampie leaking from her pussy.

"So…", he grunted, "Were-w ere you serious about a third one…?"

"Mhm, I don't know", Amalia replied, lifting herself , "You certainly had no objections of cumming inside.", she winked, leaving Yugo once again, lost for words.

"I might think about it again", she continued, "But regardless, I won;t be leaving this bed with my belly empty…"

And with that, she reached for her plate of cake, replenishing the energy she lost, and gaining more for further rounds of celebrations.

#yumalia #smutember 2022 #smutember2022 #smutember #day 7 #nautiscaraderfics #lemon #aged-up characters and all that

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