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onlyswan · 5 months

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summary: in which jungkook loves to see you smile and you are the god of mischief.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff / word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: mention of childhood insecurity, mention of biting during s*x, jk is very touchy, they watch a movie and the guard thinks they’re doing sumn nasty bc they’re both a menace honestly 😭, jk accidentally bites his lower lip and bleeds

> in which masterlist!

note: hi !! this is a repost of a drabble i wrote two (?) years ago but accidentally deleted lololol so if you’ve read it before that’s why! but this is now an edited version with a new title <3

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“baby,”

jungkook calls your attention out of nowhere, pausing the movie playing on the tablet you’re holding. the frown painted on his face is difficult to miss.

“i have a question.”

“so randomly?” you raise an eyebrow. “ask me then.”

“why do you cover your face when you’re happy?”

the wide-eyed look of genuine curiosity on his face is identical to yesterday’s, when he asked you what the word ineffable meant after hearing it in a song.

the question prompts you to take a glance at the screen, where a sophisticated woman has a hand over her mouth as she giggles with her elite acquaintances about an old but classic rich husband joke.

“it’s not that it bothers me, i just- i’ve noticed it lately and i-i wish to see you smiling and laughing more freely, you know?” he tries his best to choose his words carefully, offering you a kind smile as he lovingly caresses your head. “it makes me happy when i see you happy.”

“oh,” you blink at him, mind going blank as you attempt to form an answer in your head. his touch isn’t exactly helping you either— you just want to melt into him and not think of anything at all, float on cloud-nine and stay there forever.

however, seeing as he asked you the question out of the blue, he must’ve been thinking about it a lot. you’ve only been dating for a few months, so it’s understandable for him to eagerly seek the answers to his curiosities and observations. if anything, it feels nice to learn he gives this much attention to you— possibly notices things you don’t even know about yourself. for a split second the thought crosses your mind, that beyond a consciousness, you are tangible and real.

“it’s a habit i guess? when my teeth were falling out for the first time as a kid, i became insecure, so i decided that i’d just smile without showing my teeth from then on. like this.”

you demonstrate by lifting up the corners of your lips.

“and yeah-”

as if he’s helplessly pulled by the magnet of attraction, he leans down to kiss you and interrupt your sentence.

“i’d cover my face when i couldn’t contain my smile or laugh. and even when they grew back, it felt weird. like my smile didn’t belong to my face? if that even makes sense.”

“yah, that’s not true! you’re very pretty whether you’re smiling, or crying and-” his warm hand cups your cheek, and he stupidly grins as he’s about to say something cheesy. “even when you’re just breathing.”

the corners of your lips rise again. this time, it’s genuine.

“oh? how romantic.” you scrunch your nose cutely, and his heart flutters.

you hold onto his wrist, revelling in the way his thumb softly traces shapes on your skin.

“i’m over that, though. it was so long ago. i don’t think about it obsessively anymore at least. it’s really just a habit i haven’t gotten rid of.” you reassure him, meaning every word that you say.

we all have our secrets and fears that we keep only to ourselves, that much is understood between the two of you. there are circumstances in which withholding information is necessary. however, the one big promise you made to each other is to never lie. honesty and trust. ease and consolation. every word, every syllable hanging from your lips an addition to the naked history of your love. passed down stories. confessions. blurry memories. shutter sounds. curses. laughter. song dedications. that much is true.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a smile, beguiled by his love drunk eyes seemingly stunned by your mere presence beside him.

“like what, baby?”

you shy away from his gaze. “like you’re either thinking that i hang the stars on the sky every night… or that you want to eat me alive.”

to confirm your words true, he takes your hand and sinks his teeth on the flesh of your palm where your thumb is connected. his wide doe eyes peer at you innocently, sparkling like of a little kid eating the fluffy pancakes he’s been craving since last night.

the latter might sound like a joke to others, but jungkook does eat you alive. almost. basically. you’re not even shocked at the act anymore. soon enough, you’ll memorize the mark of his teeth carving their mark on your skin, both in sexual and non-sexual setting.

“babe,” you send him a bewildered stare. “i really don’t think i taste as good as you make me out to be.”

he parts away with his eyebrows knitted in disagreement. “not true. you’re yummy.”

“oh, shut up!” you burst into a fit of giggles. your hands automatically attempts to fly to your face, but he has your wrists bound with his secure grip. you don’t resist. you only laugh harder when your sight lands on your hands tangled together.

“there’s ____’s beautiful smile.” he coos, proceeding to pepper your face with appreciative kisses.

and you fold. your back lands on the soft mattress, and your belly starts aching from laughter when he purposely blows on the spot on your neck where you’re most ticklish. hot tears gather at the corner of your eyes, and jungkook watches them fall down your temples as his lips graze your skin and your body shakes underneath him.

tears of joy and pleasure are the only tears you’re going to shed, he promises himself. you’re going to smile and make flowers bloom everyday, he promises you and the earth.

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your teeth chattering from the cold is a shy away from your awkward smile, he notices the endearing resemblance as you shiver beside him.

“hmm, what did i tell you about cinema one?” he teasingly asks as he draws back the armrest that serves as a divider between the two of you.

“that it’s fucking cold in there-” you surrender, tone sounding annoyed. “here. whatever!”

“and who still decided to wear their smallest pieces of clothing?” he continues to taunt you while he pulls you into his body’s natural warmth.

you sigh, whether it’s in relief or annoyance, you’re not quite sure.

“i just wanted to wear my new cute clothes.” you whisper-shout.

the giant screen is still playing trailers of the upcoming movies this year, and you’re already mentally updating your calendar to accommodate them despite your hectic schedule. a two-hour vacation, you would always describe films.

he chuckles, and more shivers run down your spine at the deep and raspy sound being so close to your ear. “you do look cute today, baby.”

he catches the cloth of your skirt between his fingers, and somehow, he ends up squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh. you swallow thickly, unconsciously closing your thighs together and trapping his hand in between them.

“thank you, handsome.” you grip his wrist to move it away. you tut. “no silly business, though. i really want to watch this movie.”

his shoulders drop dramatically in disappointment. “okay… want to sit on my lap so i can keep you warm then?”

you look behind you to see that there’s no people sitting on your side, so no one’s view would get blocked if you were to agree to his proposition. the room is practically empty, with a few scattered people sitting on the sides.

you spend the first fifteen minutes of the movie in comfort and bliss, with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you. he took off his jacket earlier, and he splayed it over your lap as to not neglect the goosebumps rising all over your freezing legs.

“so stubborn,” jungkook muttered under his breath while he was taking off the jacket, an amused smile etched on his lips. you would’ve felt bad, but you knew he likes doing these things for you, so you only playfully stuck your tongue out at him.

look, to be fair, it is your first time in this cinema. you’ve been on many dates at this theater with jungkook, but for some reason, you’ve never watched a movie in cinema one until tonight. it’s cold in the other three cinemas as well, the kind of cold you’ve gotten comfortable with, so when jungkook booked the tickets last night and told you ‘it’s really cold in there, wear something warmer,’ you thought he was just being ridiculous.

hah, how cold could it possibly be? right?

fine, jungkook is right. you are stubborn.

and you prove it once more when a flashlight shines over your face. the security guard holding it approaches your seat- wait, no, jungkook’s seat. jungkook is your seat. what?!

“i’m sorry, but only one person can sit on the chair. please comply.”

you trace the direction of her eyes to find jungkook’s hands tucked underneath the jacket on your lap, resting on your inner thighs to steal their warmth. you send him a sharp glare, but it doesn’t affect him one bit. he only shrugs, obviously hiding a smirk as he pretends to be the most innocent person in the room.

you pull up the armrest next to you with a pout, slipping back into your original seat against your wishes.

“he was just warming up his hands. i promise!” you whisper not so subtly to the guard.

she only clears her throat and awkwardly nods in response, walking up the stairs to observe the rest of the movie watchers.

you bury your face in your hands as your body vibrates with mirth mixed with humiliation, and jungkook’s jaw nearly falls on the floor.

“sometimes i can’t believe you’re real. how do you never get shy?”

“i was just clearing things up!” you whine, hitting his arm using the side of a closed fist, which he massages with a squeaked ‘ouch.’ “you’re the one who put me in a compromising situation!”

“well, nobody told me taking care of my girlfriend was a crime!”

you carry on with watching the movie after that embarrassing scene, and you’ve forgotten that you’re cold until you’re uncontrollably shivering again. you begin rubbing your arms in a pathetic attempt to get rid of the goosebumps, but you eventually abandon all hope.

you sadly look over at your boyfriend to plead for help once more, but he has gotten too engrossed with the film to feel a pair of shaking pupils beseech him intensely. he finally opened the box of popcorn he’s been saving for the climax.

and he was the one who wanted to do something other than watch the movie.

you grimace.

you are no stranger to his confusing attention span.

after carefully studying the room to ensure the guard is no longer in sight, you unceremoniously climb on jungkook’s lap again. your actions cause some pieces of popcorn to fall from the box, and he scrambles to stuff them all in his mouth before the powder stains any of your clothes. yours are new, after all.

his face displays a puzzled expression, screaming i thought this was supposed to be a compromising situation?! and his soft rosy cheeks on the other hand-

“you look like a chipmunk who got caught in the headlights stealing food with its mouth full.”

the screen flashes a frame of the clear, blue sky in the aftermath of a ferocious storm. it sends the fleeting sunlight to shine on your face— just long enough for him to capture the image of how pretty you are when you giggle, and most of all, how your hand moves to cover your face, but drops on his arm before it could reach its intended destination.

he recognizes it as a conscious effort, and he feels a tug in his heart. his sweet, precious lover. you will never do anything wrong in his eyes, he thinks to himself as he hugs you closer for a kiss. the feeling of your smile against his lips might just be one of his most favorite things in the world.

he pulls away with a toothy grin to match yours, offering you the box of popcorn. the beautiful smile you claimed to not belong on your face lingers as you turn it down and sip on the lemonade instead. and then it simmers down to your usual mellow smile, to a deep frown, until your lips quiver as the resolution of the film reduces you into a puddle of tears.

jungkook likes to keep mental notes about you.

an excerpt from today:

1. how to make ____ smile? act cute.!! :)

2. how to make ____ cry? watch a son and mother reunite after eighteen long years.

p.s. i think i cried harder, but quieter ????

3. how to make ____ angry mad furious? kill off the said mother unnecessarily at the end of the movie for the sake of shu shock value.

the lights turn on all at the same time as the credits start rolling down on the plain black screen. your body slumps back on your boyfriend, drained by the series of overwhelming events that transpired in the past two hours. he waves his hand infront of your face, but your eyes remain unfocused and unblinking.

“this is the worst movie i have ever seen in my life. four out of five stars.”

he snorts at your unseriousness. “that is the most stars you’ve given this month. and it’s the 29th.”

“see? it’s the worst! i’m going to have nightmares!” you cry out with an exaggerated shudder, grabbing his forearms to envelope yourself in his embrace.

“honestly, pushing her off the cliff was a bit too mu-” his sentence gets rudely cut off when your shoulder accidentally hits his chin. you scrambled to go back to your seat, and this escalated to him accidentally biting the inside of his lower lip. the unusual mix of the bitter and salty taste of metal permeates his tongue as an unexplainable expression spreads across his face.

on the other hand, you’re too preoccupied with mischievously smiling at the guard standing down on the floor. she measures you up with a displeased look worse than earlier’s, but much to your relief, she proceeds to walk out after scanning the room one last time.

“baby!” jungkook yells in pain to grab your attention, jutting out his bottom lip to show you the wound that you inflicted.

“oh my god- shit, shit, shit-” you curse, digging your hand in your bag in search of your handkerchief. “i’m so sorry!”

you press the cloth on the bleeding, profusely apologizing to him with a wince. “i panicked! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!”

he pushes your wrist away for a moment, doe eyes squinting at you accusingly. “you just wanted to play around with her, didn’t you?”

you chew on your bottom lip, the sight of blood that has stained the handkerchief sends a pang of guilt across your chest. “sorry… her face- she was just so funny.”

“fuck, why are you like this?!” he throws his head back with a bright laugher that echoes throughout the theater. “ah, you’re so adorable!”

“come back here!” you scold him, holding his face in your hands to crane it back down.

he juts out his bottom lip again, but his body continues to vibrate with lighthearted chortles.

“does it hurt?”

“it hurts…! i think i might seriously cry!” he answers despite his high tolerance for pain, distorting the truth so that he could drown himself in the gratifying feeling of being doted on by you.

he writes another mental note as you inspect his wound, repetitive bloopers playing in the background of the love bubble the two of you share.

4. ____ likes playing games with strangers. must protect with my life.

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aernx · 1 year

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꧔ ONCE MORE — ! (현진)

the aftermath of yesterday’s breakup lead you to go back to your past shared apartment to pack away your things. but how can you leave when he’s still there, right in front of you—begging you to stay?

꒰ genre ꒱ angst/comfort, post breakup but they’ll make up

aerin’s notes ✮ — kinda inspired by a tumblr oneshot i saw a few months back, but i can’t find it anymore 😭 also i’ll edit it later i’m so lazy rn so pls don’t mind grammar mistakes :D

You stuffed your clothes in your suitcase as you sobbed quietly. Who would’ve thought that you and Hyunjin’s relationship ended due to a petty argument. After eleven months of blossoming relationship, the two of you thought that you we’re meant to be, but hell after yesterday? You knew that you were just going to be one of the girls he loved before.

You zipped your suitcase up as you finished packing your clothes. Glancing at your surrounding, your mind clashes itself, swarming yourself with thousands and thousands of memories; memories of you and him.

You clasped the handle of your luggage as you felt your heart ache. But what made your heart ache even more is that from now on, he will just be another memory. Another memory that will fade as time flutters away.

Why is it that he gave up on you so easily? Why is it that you gave up so easily? Another drop of tear rolled freely upon your delicate features. It is true what they say, that eyes are windows to one’s heart because right now, your heart is shattered.

You slowly contained yourself, heading outside the room and towards the door as the wheels of your suitcase glided gracefully through the wooden floors.

But the door opened itself before you could even turn it. The man you love loved stood there, eyes wide with a bag of groceries in his hand and the door knob on the other.

“Yn-” He managed to grasp out reaching for you as you head out towards the door. “You’re leaving?” Hyunjin quietly whispered. What looks like panels of glass layered over his eyes as he met your gaze.

“You made it clear that you didn’t want me to stay yesterday.” Upon hearing you reply, his hand that was once rested on the doorknob reached to grab your wrist, stopping you from going further.

“Please yn, please stay. I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry.” His vision turned blurry as he clasped your hand tighter. You felt another set of tears brimming your vision, breaking his teary gaze at once.

Your silence only pushed him to go further. Putting down the bag of groceries to the floor, he took your other arm, intwining them as he refused to let go. Why does his hand fit so perfectly with yours?

“Please yn, I’ll do anything. Scream at me all you want, express your hatred towards me—your anger. Slap me, do anything you want I deserve it but please don’t leave me. I was too caught up in the moment yest-”

“Gosh why are you making it so hard for me to leave?” You hear your voice crack a little and Hyunjin swore his heart broke when he heard your wavering voice.

Honestly both of you were a crying mess—in front of your shared apartment door too. You were grateful no one was roaming around the halls because that would be embarrassing.

“Then don’t.” He squeezed your intwined hands, silently pleading you with his glossy eyes. “I love you so much, yn. Too much my heart can’t physically take it without you.” He sniffled before continuing. “So please, give me one more chance. Let me love you once more.”

You let out a sob as you hear his words. “Promise?” You quietly whispered.

And once again, Hyunjin felt a part of his heart shatter at your voice—knowing that he was the reason why you were crying.

“I promise, love. But please stop crying, I’m sorry.” He welcomed you into his embrace, wiping away your tears as he held your jaw to look at him.

“But you’re crying too, silly.” You ran your fingers through his tear stained cheeks wiping the tears off his beautiful features.

Hyunjin chuckled at your words before leaning towards your forehead, shutting his eyes and basking in your presence, too scared to let go—afraid that it was just a dream. But it’s not, and a soft peck you gave him reminded him that it was all real.

#hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagines #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #stray kids smau #stray kids #stray kids hyunjin

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sixtynintharchon · 7 months

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“i’m mad at you” feat. tartaglia

✧ summary : after a few too many broken promises to be home on time from sparring with whoever it was this time (honestly, you wouldn’t have cared if he was actually doing his harbinger duties), you finally get angry at him. though he seems to know how to calm you down.

✧ warnings : nsfw?? it’s suggestive. mdni i guess idk it just makes me uncomfy. teasing. ajax the little shit we love him. idk i’ve never had to write a content warning before

✧ pairing : tartaglia x reader

first crack at writing on tumblr, don’t judge me too harshly😭

Ajax was amused, if not a little surprised, when you weren’t waiting for him in the living room like you usually did if you happened to get home before him. And he knew you were, in fact, home: your coat was hung up by the door.

He found you in the bedroom. Already in bed? Before he could join you? You were either sick or…

“Do not.” Your voice cut the silence as he was leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Oh?” Now he really was amused…

…because you were mad at him.

“This is the fifth time this week.” You explained, rather cryptically in his opinion but he knew what you meant. He was late to get home for the fifth time this week and it was Friday, the fifth day of the week.

Perhaps you felt neglected, perhaps you were just annoyed that his exact words had been “I promise I’ll be home at the right time tonight so we can spend some time together”. Whatever it was, you were annoyed and you were going to let him know it.

It wasn’t like he’d made a sacred pinky promise, of course, but coming second to the thrill of fighting was becoming irritating for you. And the fact that he was a man of his word in every other aspect of his life just really irked you. Why was it different when he promised to come home on time?

“Hey, I’ll make it up to you.” He suppressed his chuckle as he got himself undressed and ready for bed. He caught you peeking at him from where you were lying, but he didn’t give you an indication that he knew you were looking apart from flexing the muscles in his back slightly more than necessary when he pulled his shirt over his head. Maybe the show would do well to appease your anger, so he decided to ditch the pyjama shirt and bottoms he usually wore and opted to just stay in a pair of boxers.

“You can make it up to me by sleeping on the couch.” You mumbled, and he was glad he had his back to you so you didn’t see the little smirk on his face. He knew you didn’t exactly mean it, but you might decide you did if you saw how entertained he was by your irritation.

“Hey now,” he failed to restrain his amused giggle, “hear me out, will you? You wouldn’t deny a request from your beloved, would you?”

“My beloved doesn’t seem to love me much since he barely wants to see me but I’ll think about it.”

If your words stung at all, he didn’t react as he got into the bed next to you. He managed to coax you into turning around to face him. You gave him an entirely unamused expression on your face when you caught his boyish smile.

“What more could I ask for?” He grinned.

You just rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m mad at you.”

“I can’t help it. I love you too much.”

Oh, this man.

“Well I’m angry at you.” You replied monotonously, but it made your heart flutter to hear him say that with such a pretty smile.

“You look so cute when you pout.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Ajax.” You tried your very best to put your best warning tone on.

“...And even cuter when you growl like that...”

“You’re so irritating.”

“You love it.”

“I don’t know why.”

“Because deep down you know that I'm the one for you.”

You couldn’t find it in you to cringe when he said it with such intent. “Poor me.” You tsked.

“That's right, poor you, because I've stolen your heart and I'm not giving it back.” He teased, smirking at you like he knew he’d already won.

You narrowed your glare again. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh, I'm sorry, did my expression bother you? How about I show you how sorry I am, love?” He moved closer to you in the bed.

You were already blushing when he was nose to nose with you. “Hey, I’m still mad at you!”

“Oh, is that so? Then please, continue to be mad at me so I can apologise properly.” He couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled you into your back and moved himself so he leaned over you, with himself between your legs.

“I am.” You glowered at him when his face was directly above yours.

“You won’t be for much longer.” He practically purred.

“Try me.” You mumbled.

“I can't think of a better challenge. Oh, but first, please close your pretty eyes.”

It seemed an odd time to be requesting that. You raised your eyebrow at him confusedly, “why?”

“Just do it.” You didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes, paired with his signature boyish smirk.

With an exasperated sigh and a roll of your eyes, you closed your eyes like he asked. You weren’t really that mad anymore; he felt and looked far too nice for your anger to remain. You were just very aware that he’d be far too smug about it if you admitted it was so easy for him to calm you down.

You felt him lean down and press his lips to your neck. It was such a simple gesture, yet you…

“I can feel that.” Ajax whispered, oh so softly. “Your heart beating faster. You’re getting warmer.”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” You feigned being unaffected, but this man knew you better than you might’ve even known yourself.

“It’s working, isn’t it?”

“I’m still mad at you.” You mumbled half heartedly, because truthfully you couldn’t even remember why you were mad in the first place. Not when he was this close. Not when his hand that he wasn’t leaning on was now on your thigh.

His breath fanned your neck, but his lips didn’t quite touch yet.

“No you’re not.” He chuckled smugly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “What’s this? I can feel how hot you’re getting. Is it because of me?”

“You’re annoying.” You sighed dramatically.

His hand on your leg moved a bit higher and further towards your inner thigh. “I don’t feel you trying to leave.”

“I’ll bite you.” You warned.

“You’re welcome to try.” He muttered into your neck, kissing up to your ear. “In the meantime, let me apologise.”

Maybe you should “get mad” at him more often. He’s very good at apologising.

#tartaglia #genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe #genshin smut #this man makes me feral #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin headcanons #genshin tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia smut

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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don’t mind me, just thinking about this picture of Steven Grant 😭😩💓💗 P, can you write some Steven fluff please? any crumbs would suffice.

AN | Here you go, my love, just a little fluff with Steven 😌

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 700

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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“Steven,” he stopped his pacing before looking at you with wide eyes and a sheepish expression, the faint silver of the moon illuminating him beautifully, “whatever are you doing?”

“Pacing,” sometimes it was funny now literal he was. You pulled back the warm covers and slid out of bed, padding over to him, “I didn’t mean to wake you, darling.”

“You didn’t,” it was only a half-truth but you didn’t need him to stress or worry over you, “can’t sleep very well. And it appears that you couldn’t either. Bad dreams, love?”

“No,” he promised softly, leaning in to meet you halfway to press a soft kiss to your lips, “just thinking. ‘s all. Nothing important.”

“If you insist,” you studied his big, soft eyes as you tried to make sure he was actually okay. You knew that he’d face almost anything alone rather than burdening you with his issues. Not that he was ever a burden to you. He reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, which caused some butterflies to flutter in your belly, “ever the romantic, Steven Grant.”

“Only for you,” he was beaming, his smile stretching from ear to ear as you touched his face, gently stroking your thumb over his cheek, “what are you looking at me like that for?”

“Like what?” you were the physical embodiment of heart as you watched him tenderly, “like I love you? A lot?”

‘Yeah,” his response came out as a stunted whisper, his cheeks and neck flushing a pretty shade of crimson as he nodded, “like that.”

“Well, that’s probably because I do love you a whole lot,” you kissed his cheek before he could argue or say anything further, grabbing his hand and pulling back towards the bed. He easily obliged, following after you like a puppy. You crawled back into the nest of warmth and softness, leaving just enough space for him to get in…and cuddle you. That was definitely not just a want but also a need, “come on, love. Get comfortable.”

He climbed in after you, settling among the pillows that always smelled of you no matter how many times he washed the pillowcases. Not that he minded - he loved it, loved getting to feel like you were there, even on the nights you spent apart. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he made himself comfortable before he reached for you and pulled you closer to him, “better?”

“Perfect in fact,” it was easy to meld your body into his, to let his warm frame envelope you as you breathed him in. He smelled of mint and shampoo and something that was uniquely him; you were sure that it was your favorite thing in the world, “you’re so warm, like my own personal heater.”

“Ahh,” he teased softly, and you could feel his chest rumble lightly with laughter, “I see why you keep me around. You just want me for my body!”

“Oh yeah,” you pretended to nod seriously before breaking into a soft fit of giggles, “totally not because I love you for a million other reasons, you big dork.”

“You really know how to woo a man,” he kissed your forehead as you stuck out your tongue at him, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you Steven,” you ran a hand through roguish but soft curls, peppering kisses all over his face, “how about we try to get some rest?”

“I suppose,” he agreed with a dramatic sigh, “if you insist.”

“I do,” you tangled your legs with his and rested your head on his chest, “good night, love.”

“Good night, darling.”

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x fem!reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight

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chiquititaosita · 1 year

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Sanji with a Latina brujita s/o

Here’s one with zoro, I really had fun doing this one. Since he’s my esposo. Let me just spoil y’all with this one

Cw:

I saved my man because I love to write about him. 😭😭

- sanji realizing you’re a bruja is the cutest shit ever he has those stars in his eyes.

-“you’re a witch you must’ve casted on a spell on me with your ethereal beauty because i can’t stop admiring you Y/n Swannn!!”

- When you told Sanji you thought he was gonna be like “kill all witches- you’re not even allowed to be here.” due to religious trauma.

- he was very accepting, since he himself growing up HATED his family. Poor bby.

- sanji seeing you doing mágica cocina (kitchen magick) basically cooking with intentions. he’s never gone back to mentioning that. the minute he started doing that. He just saw ✨abundance✨

-“are you burning sage my love?” You sniffed

-“ oh I’m sorry my darling! I just had the urge to-“ you just kissed him.

“you’re good. you’re just following your intuition. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.” you whispered into his ears as you pulled the collar of his buttoned up short. kissing his cheek once more.

- there he goes having another nosebleed . AGAIN

-“see romero for prosperity, protection, and abundance” sprinkling the rosemary cologne, the herb into the mop mixture with Florida water.

“Rue for dispelling negative energies, and mágica negra.”

“Agua florida for cleansing and protection. Very powerful— SANJI DONT DRINK THAT! ITS COLOGNE!! PENDEJO!” His eyes widened and he spat out the cologne, coughing so much the ran to the railings on the sunny hacking, he threw up slightly.

-“Hey! Curly! at least you cleansed your lungs from having black lungs and no teeth KYAHAHHAA.” Zoro had no filter, and no right TO BE THAT PETTY!. Sanji just kicked him with his long leggies.

“Y/n Swannn!- have you seen my-“ you light his cigarette for him with your own lighter you use for your spirits.

“Darling, I have a question.”

“Hmm? What is it? amor?”

“How do you get rid of unwanted guests?”

“Turn the broom upside down.” you told him as you were giving the food offerings to your spirits.

“Do they eat that?” He puffs out the smoke

“Mhm. look I promise if it was luffy. It wouldn’t have stayed this fresh. there’s lots of crumbs see.” You point and he’s in amazement.

When he placed the broom upside down in the kitchen. he saw luffy run away! Sanji ran back to you and shower you with his love.

- he always watched you afar doing your rituals, he didn’t want to bother you nor want you to lose your focus.

-“ here’s some fruit. I don’t know if your ancestors will like it.” when he left it on there. He just placed it there as a way to introduce himself.

- he wanted their approval. he got it within two days. He talked about how you helped everyone. Just praising you.

-Saying “thank you for blessing me with this woman of my life. you do not understand how down bad I am for y/n San.” he kneels. As he felt a touch.

“No mijo. thank you. for being there for her. thanking for taking the time to meet us.” He saw an elderly woman who was your mentor. He was shook.

After a day passed by with the fruit. It looked like it was chewed up. And disappeared.

“What the!? Y/n CHANNN!!! What does it mean!?”

“They’re pleased. That’s why. Did you give them food?” You we’re in Awee as you heard him nod.

“You’re so sweet!!!”

- “Y/n!!! Merolinneee!! I have a gift for you!” he smiles and gives you roses. For you and your spirits. he knows that you’ll use them. Which makes his flutter knowing that they’ll be used for a purpose.

- You always make him wear an evil eye bracelet on his right hand..

- “Y/n chwan! YOU have a gift for me?!!” He’s in shock and he’s in love. His eyes will pop out of his sockets shape into hearts.

- “Yes let me put it on you.” you’d kiss his wrist making a cross on his wrist with a oil blend you made. then tied the bracelet on his right wrist.

“If it breaks,like it just unravels, an eye goes missing, or it just comes off. let me know. Take it off immediately.” He nods like an eager puppy.

when the bracket broke he didn’t know why he felt so bad poor baby.

“No no honey it’s okay, it just means it was done protecting you. You have people who are jealous of you that’s why.” You hugged him and explained the concept of mala de ojo (evil eye).

- He was in such great shock to find out how he felt better when he wore the bracelet he felt less stressed. He could sleep peacefully.

-when he’s not feeling well (which is rare) you know someone is up to something. “We’re going to the kitchen.”

- you do a limpia on him. He’s just relaxed to your touch. you understand he’s going to think it’s weird but he doesn’t. He finds it fascinating. when you rub the egg on his body.

- when you crack it into the clear class of water . You noticed what he had. You knew it was evil eye. “Mhm. Always. they’re from your previous job.” you rolled your eyes and disposed of the egg.

-“so now what?”

-“that’s it. How do you feel.”

“So much better thank you mom amour!!!”” He kisses you passionately

“What does it mean seeing a blue butterfly ?”

“ a new cauldron for my witch of my life!!”

-“ did you like the crystals I found!?-“

-“ you smell so good.”

-“ what’s my card of the day?”

-“ is the moon full tonight merolineee!! I want to make a meal for releasing past grudges.”

“Some mugwort for you and your divination.”

-“marigolds for day of the dead.”

-“ does your saint want a cigarette?”

“Have the spirits had their refreshments!?”

“Please keep my all blue safe. healthy and well.”

- If you’re a devotee to La señora Guadalupe he’s going to give her roses, cookies and water. And some wine. he’ll offer her something light and clean. He’ll go all out for her (I feel like he’s more familiar with her, than other ones)

- he switches out La Virgens space in your altar. Because you know how you can’t organize it.

-sanjis really organized surprisingly.

-he’ll buy you a necklace and bracelet of her. (Already cleansed and charged)

- she answered his prayers multiple times actually. “You’re going to be okay. mijo. Just breathe.”

- If you’re a devotee to La Santisma Muerte (like me lmao) he’ll light a cigarette and puff the smoke on her statues, place a box of them on her altar. Alcohol is a MUST. apples.

-she knows sanjis true intentions sometimes she talks to him in his dreams. (He’s a Pisces and Pisces have very vivid dreams)

- sanji will buy you a necklace for Santisma and take it to get blessed by the nearest shaman or devotee wherever island is possible.

- one time santisma told sanji “stretch your legs pendejo! you’re gonna get Charlie horse if you don’t do that shit!” She’ll wack him with her scythe.

-WATER SHE REALLY LIKES WATER. He always

sex magick now that’s another story.

- He’s in for it surprisingly

-the aftercare is legendary. because you know it works. he’ll be more obedient to you and nice to you.

- overall Sanji with a brujita s/o is like a dream come true to him. You got him wrapped around your finger

#one piece imagines #sanji x latina reader #bruja reader #brujita #sanji x y/n #sanji vinsmoke #sanji imagine #sanji fluff #sanji x fem reader #sanji x reader smut #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji #one piece imagine #shanks x reader #pirate hunter zoro #zoro x reader #sanji/reader #sanji x you

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ohcaptains · 1 year

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JESUS.

FUCKING.

CHRIST.

SO-

I just finished reading the Abby fic you wrote about her being sorry

god i wish i could remember the name of it, im sure it was something beautiful but i don't feel like going back now because im in the middle writing this ask

I-

I have no words.

(and despite not having any words, i continued to write blabbering paragraphs after paragraph about this)

I think that fic genuinely broke me.

I had a a cathartic experience I swear to you, on everything hshsh

I had to stop at one point just to compose myself because several times I just started sobbing?? I promise it was the best kind of sob I've experienced

Although this has got to at least one of the first times that I've cried from fluttering, blossoming overwhelming feelings while reading and taking it all in

i was so immersed, like being submerged into the ocean that is Abby.

i want to let this work consume me whole.

it's so utterly beautiful and breathtaking, it's dizzying and it feels like all the air being knocked out of your lungs, reads like the loveliest fucking thing.

all the descriptions??

halfway through i realized it was you, after noticing the ohcaptains blog name at the top and i lost my mind even further, if that was even possible.

it all made sense, why it was such a damn elysian piece of fiction, why it was able to extract and pull such intense feelings and emotions from me

i remembered the eddie series you had written a while back, in the summer, in the height of my stranger things hyperfixation and it all connected and tied in.

thank you thank you thank you.

that's all.

i love your writing and i hope you keep writing like this, never loose your spark and your passion for it :)

i hope this didn't come across as weird 😭 i swear i surprised myself with the sheer ability of that fic to get such reactions from me

ill see you around

who knows what else sort of masterpieces you can make ;)

i actually don’t know what to say to this lmaoooooo the way i stared and re read it over and over again to make sure u were actually saying what i thought u said 🥹🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 stop it. from the bottom of my heart, thank u sm<3 thank u for taking the time to tell me this !!!! & i really hope u enjoy the other writing i put out<3 thank u thank u thank u

#apricxtt #ask #lovely people #THE LOVELIEST PERSON

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chaoticparker · 3 years

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Peter Parker x reader

summary: You overexert yourself studying, and peter just wants to help out

(this was a request but i accidentally deleted the ask 😭)

warnings: one innuendo

w/c: 2.8k

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You walked up your stairs and down the hallway to your apartment, fumbling while trying to find your key. Your eyes drooped as you opened the door and were met with a cold chill causing you to shiver, but you brushed it off and walked into your room. You sat your bag down and brought out your computer and notebook, placing them on the desk. You had just got back from the campus library that was supposed to be open 24/7, but apparently even they have to close for some reason. So now you're stuck having to study for your class in your own home.

You only had one test to study for—a quiz that your professor so graciously implied—then you could sleep for as long as you would like.

“Y/n? What are you doing? It's after midnight, ” Peter called from climbing through the window. Taking off his mask and pressing the spider emblem on his suit making it fall off. A usual occurrence, but watching you sitting up at your desk is a new thing at this time of night. Normally you are reading or on your phone, or maybe even sleep depending on your day; but you were always in your bed.

“I’m doing some late night studying for my test tomorrow.” You answered. “Have a shower and then I’ll meet you in bed in a little.” You promised as you wrote down notes from a video you were watching.

Peter just nodded as he walked over to the dresser and took out a fresh pair of boxers, then walked over to you and kissed your cheek before heading to the bathroom. You heard the shower turn on and then went back to focusing on the video. Writing down any information that may be useful for the test.

You’ve spent the whole day studying for the exam, and honestly it felt as though you couldn’t recall a single piece of information. Everything felt like it went in one ear then out the other and you couldn’t risk not doing well, not if your professor keeps surprising quizzes on you.

So staying up all night seemed like the perfect solution.

It's not something that you were unused to. You’ve had your fair share of sleepless nights, working on caffeinated drinks and doing your best not to think about how tired you are during the day. Some of your dates with Peter even consisted of studying and coffee.

You didn’t even realize when the shower stopped, too engulfed into your work and writing notes. “Hey, are you sure you’re gonna be okay? You should probably go to bed.” Peter's voice caused you to jump. You paused the video and spun in the chair to face Peter. He didn’t look too beat up from patrol tonight. He didn’t need any stitching or medical help which was always a good sign, although he did have a small dark purple bruise on his lower stomach that would probably be gone by morning.

“I’m fine Peter, I just need to know a couple more stuff then I’ll be done. You go ahead and sleep though.” You responded, about to spin back to face the desk but Peter’s arm on the chair prevented you from doing so. “What?”

“Love, you need to go to bed, you're stressing too much and it can’t be healthy.” His hand reached down to your arm as he lightly tried to pull you up. But you were too stubborn.

“Peter, how many times have I let you stay up at the lab or out on patrol, or what about your tests last week, hm? I let you stay up cramming.” You pointed out. “So why can’t I?”

Peter gave a heavy sigh then leaded in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Fine, but please don’t stress yourself out even more. You’re already smart, and some test doesn't determine that.”

“Awe, Pete.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and he leaned into it, smiling and putting his hand to cover yours. “I won't, don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry.” Peter admitted, causing you to sarcastically roll your eyes but his little comment made your heart flutter. You knew Peter would always worry about you--not to mention you always worried about him when he was on his missions. You let go of Peter and spun back to the desk. You heard Peter shuffle under the covers. Normally after patrol he passes out right away. But tonight you noticed he took a little longer to fall asleep. He kept moving back and forth, switching from laying on his back, then on his stomach, and then on both of his sides. Eventually, though, he must’ve been able to fall asleep; you heard soft snores and saw his stomach going up and down.

Turning your attention back to your studies, you resumed your earlier position and got back into your studying groove. Pausing and starting the video over and over again, writing down your notes in your notebook. After your video ended you looked down to your notes and tried to make sense of them but you had no luck. Your handwriting was illegible, even with your own eyes. You sighed and tried to recall any information from the video but it was no use. You were completely blanking on everything. You restarted the video and turned to the new page, throwing out your old pen that is now empty and grabbing a new one. You leaned back in the chair and started rewriting your notes.

The video was long enough for the sun to rise before it finished. You were barely keeping yourself together. Constantly pausing it and slowly writing down the same notes which you swore you already wrote, your eyes were barely able to stay open for long.

Peter groaned and reached his arm out in your bed in search of you, trying his best to snuggle closer to you or pull you closer to his chest. But when he found nothing but your soft pillows and cold bed sheets, he lifted himself up by his arms, trying to find if you're here with sleep filled eyes. But when he didn’t find you snuggling next to you, he started to panic.

He threw himself off the bed which caused him to take a tumble and face plant onto the ground. He hoisted himself up and saw you sitting at your desk, video still playing, and your eyes closed. He meekly smiled at the sight of you, he was glad you were sleeping, but he doubts you’ve gotten much.

The position looked painful, your neck was landing on your shoulder that Peter was sure going to leave you with an ache. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead, trying to calmly wake you up. But when that didn’t work he pursed his lips, a little annoyed but still persistent. He lifted up your hand and kissed your knuckle, still no response.

He huffed and just started poking your cheek, doing it until you started groaning slightly moving. “Good morning my love.” Peter smiled and kissed you on the corner of your lips.

You grumbled and stretched your arms, blinking and trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You smiled when you saw Peter but then groaned again when the crick in your neck that made sure you were definitely awake. Peter immediately noticed and supported your head by cupping your jaw.

“Good morning Petey.” You leaned forward and kissed Peter on the lips. “What time is it?” You groggily asked, running your hand through his soft curls that always make him look adorable.

“Hmm,” Peter hummed and checked your computer screen for the time. “Nine in the morning. Now, I wanted to make some pancakes-”

“NINE?!” You jumped out of the chair and went to your closet. You quickly put on a sweatshirt overtop of your short-sleeve top you were wearing and came back out, grabbing your school bag and putting in your laptop and phone. “My test is in a few. Today at your place, right?” You asked as you put your shoes on, balancing yourself using the wall.

“Yeah, but are you sure you are up to it?” Peter asked. “I don’t think you got a lot of sleep last night, and it’s not a problem to do date night here or to not have date night at all.”

“I’m fine, I just really have to get to class.” You rushed out the door before Peter could protest. He let out a heavy sigh, knowing full well that there isn’t much use running out and stopping you. All he could do was be there when you would undoubtedly be half-asleep after the test.

So, he got to planning.

The next hour and a half, Peter was planning what you would do when your test was over. And after everything was set up, he went to pick you up.

And when he says pick you up, he means literally.

Putting on the spidey suit, he jumped out his bedroom window and into New York. The city’s loud noises filled his senses, but with being able to take a quick deep breath he was able to focus on the more important things: the annoying itch on the back of his head that wasn’t going away, trying to avoid the thrill-seeking birds that always flew a little too close to him, and you, of course. You definitely are the most important, but he didn’t want to pick you up with bird residue on his suit. He tried once, but you insisted on walking home while calling him with your phone to give him an earful on how he should clean the damn suit.

You sighed as you turned in your exam at the professor's desk, making sure he heard the annoyance in your sigh. You exited the lecture room, pulling out your phone so you could tell Peter you were on your way over to his place. Once the text was sent you pushed the heavy door open and was met with a cold draft in the air, then a rush of cold air.

You clenched your fists on Peter's shoulders, slightly pinching him as a small punishment for not letting you know about his plans. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and his left arm was supporting you, giving you a hug and pushing you a little closer to him.

You never expected that this type of air travel to be as pleasant as what it is. It was terrifying at first—and sometimes when you get picked up by surprise—but as Peter took you on little dates on roof tops more and more, you got used to it. It was quite a thrill, feeling the air rush in your face would be such a calming yet exciting feeling.

When Peter arrived at his fire escape, he started to hold your bridal style. He carried you in through the window and put your bag on the ground. Peter took off his mask and kissed you lightly, a small peck on your lips. It made your heart flutter more than any swing through the city ever could.

“I planned a little something.” Peter smiled cheekily. Just standing there, having that loving look in his eye… it made you go crazy for him, or as crazy as you could go while being half asleep and practically brain dead from all of the cramming.

But you weren’t sure how much you were up to for tonight.

Peter slowly dropped your legs but still had one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder, allowing you to lean into him and hold you close, while also allowing you to admire his work. His work being a clean room aside from the candles and flowers that littered the room, but more specifically, his bed.

Now, Peter isn’t the one to imply things, per say; and he's also pretty good at reading people's emotions, so you were just confused on why he would think this is something you would want to do now, after being up for too long and exerting too much of your energy into one fucking test.

“Hey Pete, I’m not sure if I’m up for anything really, if I’m honest I’m having trouble just keeping my eyes open.” You told him while stifling a yawn.

You looked up on him and he had a raised eyebrow. “I know… that’s why I did this.” He gestured to the neatly made bed and smiled proudly. “I knew you probably didn’t want to go out for that walk and picnic in central park like we planned.”

“Pete, I don’t really want to do this now.” You yawned this time, not being able to hold it in and you rubbed your eyes too.

“What do you mean ‘this’?” Peter asked, slowly guiding you to the bed to sit on while pressing the spider symbol on his suit, causing it to fall off. He headed over to the bedside table and picked up the lighter, carefully starting to light the candles. “I thought it's what you've been wanting to do all day.”

“I don’t really want to have sex and I kinda wanna take a nap on your bed cause your bed is really comfy-”

“What?!” Peter jumped up, nearly dropping the lighter that was still on. “I-I wanted to take a nap with you ‘cause you were tired and I was worried about you! I don’t want...that now--I kinda just want to cuddle with you since we couldn’t last night.”

Now that sounded more like Peter. But you were still confused about everything he was saying and doing. “Then what's with the cheesy room?”

“You like rose petals and the candles are the ones you said were your favorite.” Peter held up one of the candles. “We got a ton last year from that sale from Bath and Body works, and you didn’t have enough storage for all of them so I took some and I figured I’d use them now and light them so it looks all romantic an--oh.”

Peter had a look of terror on his face, his eyebrows scrunched and his teeth gritted a little, almost like he was cringing at himself. “Did it just hit you?”

“Yeah. B-but I promise that was never my intention-”

“Pete I know, I know.” You stood up and took the candle from him, placing it on the bedside table. You gave him a soft peck and held his hands. “But how did you not see it before?” You lightly laughed, causing Peter to do so too.

“I think I was trying to sort everything out before your test ended and I got a little blindsighted.” He sighed and put his head in the crook of your neck, trying to avoid looking at you from embarrassment.

Peter smiled and gave you a quick kiss on the neck, regaining his confidence. It was you after all. He doesn’t need to feel flustered like that when he’s with you. “I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been so stressed out and I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“But Pete everything is perfect when I’m with you.” You smiled and ended up holding him a little closer. “I was just confused because you also started to strip in front of me-”

“Can we take that nap now?” Peter asked, not wanting to go into how oblivious he was anymore. You nodded and quickly went to change out of your clothes that you’ve been wearing for far too long. Peter tucked himself in bed in just his boxers--why he so nonchalantly took off his suit without any indication of getting clothes--and pleasantly waited for you.

He thought it was weird to be in love, the way he didn’t even need to think about what to do with your tiresome behavior and just knew, granted, he could have presented it a bit better but still--it counts. It was intimacy he craved ever since he met you; the stolen glances, the wishing that your hands would brush up against his again, the way he would visit you at the end of patrol just to talk to you.

Now he can do all of that.

He can look at you with admiration in his eyes as he is just bewildered by you. Not only in the way you look but the way you hold yourself, so effortlessly you. He can hold your hand at any time whether it’s on the streets of New York or at one of your places, simply snuggling on the couch and watching a movie. He can come to yours and even stay over if you were okay with it after patrols. It helps to get those dark thoughts out, just spending time with you, knowing that you’re okay.

You came out of the bathroom in one of Peter's tops and flopped yourself onto your side of the bed. Peter wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer, a perk of the spiderbite, and held you close.

You sighed contently as you let your eyes drop and be engulfed by the warmth that was Peter. “I got a coupon for that place with the good dumplings if you want me to pick some up later?”

Snuggling a little closer you smiled. “That sounds real nice, Pete.”

“Good, and I was thinking about also getting some of their potstickers too—but if I’m honest I don’t really know the difference between dumping and potstickers—”

“Pete?” You struggled a bit away from him to get a better look at him.

“Yeah, lovebug?”

“I love you, but please shut up.” You said in a soft voice, kissing his nose lightly, then resting back onto the bed.

“Yeah, okay. Love you, too.”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker #peter parker angst #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker imagine #peter parker oneshot #peter parker blurb #peter parker fic #peter parker imagines

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saintobio · 3 years

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The way this chapter made my heart hurt and flutter at the same time. The “Mrs. Zenin” had a nice ring dont ya think😏😏😏. Toji is so sweet to the MC and I think it’s so refreshing to watch their relationship blossom.

Gojo on the other hand😐… can still take a long walk off a short pier. It’s so ironic how he feels bad for Sera bc she feels insecure compared to Y/N. like how do you think your wife feels sir???? you barely interact with her and when you do you’re demeaning ASF. do you ever tire of being a dickhead? and idk why he just expects her to be happy-go-lucky after he comes back with a getaway with his mistress. and Ms. Sera maybe you wouldn’t feel insecure if you weren’t willingly sleeping w a married man😫😫😫

but I just live for when the MC talks her shit back to Gojo like you go girl LET HIM KNOW! i hope we definitely get to see more of her speaking her mind

This chapter was😮‍💨🤌🏽 Ai! You always come through and make my weeks worth something. I hope you’re taking care of yourself and prioritizing your health before anything. Make sure you’re eating a whole bunch and staying hydrated! Can’t wait to see what’s in store for Chap. 7!

-🧎🏽‍♀️

Anonymous said

that “mrs. zen’in” sounded real nice i can’t even lie to you 😭 felt like it just ROLLED off the tongue omfg i LOVE the dynamic/relationship of toji & mc so much 🥺

Anonymous said

The moment I read, "Hey, drunkhead" I can't help but squeal! 🤩 Their moment together was so cute I think Toji will be a great mentor to her for when she starts trudging into the business world, hands on. He's so sweet I almost wanna ship. And don't even get me started with that "MRS. ZEN'IN?!" OMG! 😍 Another cute interaction, right there!🤲🏻😌

I love it when she finally started acting cold and was so consistent with it until Gojo tried to be more affectionate 😅 I almost got swayed too ngl ('cause I'm a Gojo-simp, I'm sorry 😔). I love the pool moment and also the part where she said "you don't have to hug me" but he won't let go. Sir, I— I swear I— but then I remembered the McLaren scene 😠 and whooop, who are you again? 😀 Yep it's gonna take you more than that, sir 😌

To think that Y/N even plan on apologizing to Sera for sleeping with her own husband, girl, you're too kind you might pass through heaven and miss it 🤷🏻‍♀️—🌾

@brivetaroundtown said

AHHHHH YN SHOULD BE MRS TOJI. I don’t give a shit what Gojo promised when he was six, he told Sera the fuckin truth, that YN would never have him. but jokes on Sera she’ll never have him either

I want more of MC being calm and truthful. Gojo deserves to suffer.

I do think Gojo’s mom was shitty though leaving her son in that situation. Probably the reason he is such a jackass now.

You’re writing is amazing and I am so emotionally invested in this story

Anonymous said

gosh i feel like if mc got fed up and leave assh*le gojo he would have the same nightmare he has when his mom left him, theres huge possibility possibility that he would be mentally ill due to the stress n all that drama 😔

ON THE OTHER HAND MR TOJI ZENIN THOOO 😍 (literal heart eyes when i read his part 💕) MRS. ZENIN? YES PLSS 😙🤲 (personally would leave gojo dumbass any day now for toji 😋). TOTALLY WANT TO HAVE MC HAVING A MOTHER N SON RELATIONSHIP WITH bb boy megs😌, like he would treat her like a 2nd mom n all (gojo would be totally jealous like "why cant we have our own 😔" then mc be like "suck to be u then, i aint gonna be ur baby momma 🤪) toji x mc (with bb boy meg) = happy family 💗👪

that b*tch sera 🤢 tho im so pissed at her like wtf girl ur the mistress i just wanna 🔪🔪🏃‍♀️😤

i have a question regarding gojo's mom 👉👈, does she have a deeper reason why she left gojo with his sh*t abusive father 🤢. i like her tho she seem cool

and the last part where gojo told mc about the promise they made when they were 6 about a baby? im in confusion 😞

sorry for the wack english hehe 😜

-🍄 anon

MRS. ZEN’IN !!! it does sound nice sdnsj imagine how gojo feels when he hears that lol mans not gonna like it 😭

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not #🌾 anon #🍄 anon #🧎🏽‍♀️anon

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