#and to protect each other from anyone else who would be set up to marry them

[spdrwdw]

hi! I saw ur post abt accidentally deleting reqs and was scared since mine wasn’t answered yet (im not complaining bc ur other work is so so delicious to read 😍) anyways here it is. Ok imagine Miguel ohara being the heir to the mafia ‘throne(?)’ ima be so fr idk what they call it 💀 anyways and he’s in an arranged marriage w/ a girl from a diff mafia family as a way to make peace between the two families, except neither he or the girl are happy abt it. Enemies to lovers would just be majestic for the plot in my opinion 🤭. Anywaysssss thank u sm and remember to drink water 🫶🏻

Art by: Kimmy_art0912 Pairing: Mob Boss Miguel x Wife reader Warnings: Mentions of blood, very mild violence, no use of y/n Summary: You and Miguel come from different mafia families, forced to be married in order to form an alliance as threat from an outside. However, you and Miguel can only tolerate each other, at best. A/N: I swear I scratched and rewrote this like five different times.I am sorry it took so long. I am slowly making my way back into writing. I do thank anon and everyone else for their patience as I slowly make my way back to life and I will be writing more Miguel fics soon. I may do a part two to this, depending on interest recieved. I have been getting into mafia books so I am going to be looking into those for inspo if I do make more parts to this. Also, very very light editing was done. Word Count: 4.6k

Your family and the O’Hara’s have been enemies since your ancestors set foot into this country. Both immigrating from nothing but the clothes on their backs and pennies to their name. 

Your family started working in the food industry. Working in restaurants, bakeries, etc. Anything that had to do with food. Seven days a week. Working from twelve to fourteen hour shifts just to make ends meet. Your great great grandfather worked at the local deli as well as a restaurant. When he wasn’t cutting up meat, he was in the kitchen making food. Your great great grandmother worked at the neighborhood bakery as well as the tailors. Her dream was to make clothes- dresses. She wanted to be a fashion designer. She started taking classes at the local college once they saved up enough money to invest in her studies. 

Eventually, with their hard work and sacrifices, their dreams came true. Your family soon owned several restaurants as well as luxury boutiques. Everyone did their part in keeping the family businesses growing and going. 

At first, it was all simply honest work. Your family stayed humble and grateful for their dedication. Then, with your great grandfather, things took a slight turn. He wanted to expand and turn into construction. Nueva York continued to go and grow, with more people coming to try to make a living and a name for themselves. And in that mix, people with bad intentions also tagged along. The family businesses were in jeopardy of being taken over or shut down completely by these power-hungry thugs. He did not want that. So, he and the rest of the family banded together and began hiring people who would be willing to work for them and protect them, whether they were military vets, criminals, or even cops. Anyone who was willing to protect the family. 

Allyship with other mafia families also aided in the growth and protection. However, there was one family that yours always butted heads with. 

The O’Haras. They immigrated from Ireland around the same time your great great grandparents did. They built their own businesses, casinos, hotels, and clubs- and wanted their own power and a spot with the elites of the criminal world. 

At first, things were neutral between the two families. At one point, the two families were almost allies. However, one night, there was commotion going on at one of the O’Hara nightclubs. Members of your family got into a tussle with the O’Hara group and ended up being a blood bath, with both sides losing men. 

Ever since then, things were tense, and the bloodshed continued to grow as oppositions rose. 

No one really knew what it was that started the feud that night. Some suspected it had been over a woman. Others thought it was simply because some members were drunk and careless words were exchanged.

Either way, the rivalry continued on. Until a new threat entered the city. And there was no choice but to come together. 

—

It’s been six months since you moved into his house. Six months since you lost your freedom. Six months since you got married. To Miguel O’Hara. 

It all happened in an instant. First, you were out abroad, having recently gotten your first major job as a fashion designer in a luxury clothing company, wanting to be as successful as your great great grandmother, and now you were out on a little vacation to celebrate, when you received a call from your father, ordering you to come back home. 

You should’ve relished that Mediterranean breeze as long as you could, because once you got on that flight back home, your world was about to be flipped on its head. 

“I’m sorry…WHAT?!” You screeched at your father, you only looked at you with his calm, cool, distant, expression as he inhaled into his cigar.

“You’re getting married to Miguel O’Hara,” he repeated. 

“I heard what you said! But, why?!”

“The O’Haras had agreed to a truce. Kingpin is gaining on both of our families. We are losing men and traction left and right. We agreed by aligning our families together, we will gain strength in numbers and influence.”

“And you are shipping me off into an arranged marriage! This isn’t the medieval age or whatever! 

Plus, with Miguel?! At least have me marry Gabriel. He’s not an asshole like his brother.”

“Miguel is to become head of the O’Hara family as he is the first born. Plus, his determination has been promising.”

You let out a groan. You could not believe this was happening. You never wanted to get sucked into this life. That’s why you went off to college. To try to get away and make a life of your own. Your efforts were proven to be futile as you felt the rug be pulled from under you and you were being dragged along with it to the same life you were trying to escape. 

Your father’s eyes softened. A hint of sorrow filled them. 

“I know, sweetheart. This isn’t what I was hoping for you, either. But, it is the only way. We are running out of options. I am sure Miguel will take care of you, and you will be able to fulfill your dream of following your great great grandmother’s footsteps. I am sure she would be proud to have someone actively expanding her fashion legacy..”

You still shook your head. It was just too much for you to take in. Plus, wasn’t Miguel in a relationship with someone? Xina? No..they broke up months ago. That’s right. But, wait..he was seeing someone else? Ugh. The guy has a new girlfriend every other day.

Besides, you two did have a thing going on in the past. It wasn’t serious. Mainly the occasional hookups. You two were of rivaling families, after all. You both did have your reasons for disliking each other. So, the sex was pretty much hate sex? If that made sense. It wasn’t out of passion. Unless you could call hatred a passion.

Never did you think you’d actually be getting married to him. 

After the news broke out that you and Miguel were to be wedded, everything went by in such a blur. Preparations for the wedding. The actual wedding. The honeymoon- which was hardly a honeymoon because neither of you actually spent any time together. It was just too awkward, and you knew that he wasn’t happy with this arrangement as much as you were. 

When you first moved into his house, you wanted to sleep in a separate room from him, and he agreed. However, when both of your parents found out about this, they were all livid. 

“How will you two get to know each other more and become intimate with each other if you are sleeping in separate beds?” Your mom cried one day when she came to visit you. You assured her there would be other situations where you and your husband would bond. Public situations where you’d be surrounded by other people and talking to those people rather than each other. 

You two simply avoided each other as much as possible. And during the times when you two were together, your company was either met with silence or bickering. And sometimes even being at each other’s throats. 

He would call you names like ‘immature’ ‘wild’ ‘rowdy’ and so on, simply because you refused to listen to him whenever he demanded something from you. 

You’d retaliate and tell him that he was controlling and a perfectionist. Because well, he was. He had to have things done a certain way or it would ensue chaos. And while he was right about you being a little more rowdy and wild, it was simply because you had the luxury of growing somewhat more normal. Your parents did not drill the life of the mafia into your head the same way it was drilled into Miguel’s. Which is why you both clashed when trying to communicate with each other. 

Right now, you were at home in the library. You spend a lot of time there, and while Miguel’s taste in reading wasn’t usually to your taste, you’d sometimes find yourself reading some of the novels that he was currently reading, as well as reading some that you’ve been purchasing and adding to the collection. 

Which reminded you, you had to head over to the mall and purchase the next book of a spicy romance series you’d been reading. As well as look for an outfit to wear at the next charity event you and Miguel would be attending. 

One of the few things you liked about Miguel was that he was very generous and active in the community, helping those less fortunate.

Placing the book down, you rubbed your bag and keys and decided to head out for a bit. Saying goodbye to the house staff as you walked past them, you made your way to the garage, which housed Miguel’s collection of cars, ranging from vintage to sporty and modern to big black suvs that you’d use whenever a bodyguard was transporting you somewhere, like parties. You never understood why someone needed so many cars but, whatever, as long as it wasn’t your money being spent. 

You made your way over to your car, glad that you were able to bring it with you when you got married. It was your baby. One of the few things you were able to bring with you. 

Glancing over at the clock on the dashboard, you bit your bottom lip. You should have enough time to purchase some books before heading off to your parents for a bit. You did promise them you would show up. They were planning lunch for you. It was your birthday today, after all. 

—

Miguel stood in front of the battered man that kneeled before him, hearing the groaning of pain coming from their mouth as blood pooled around the cement floor. 

Miguel’s knuckles were bleeding. But, it wasn’t his own blood, but the blood of the poor bastard that withered before him. Miguel didn’t like to use violence. He thought it was a primitive way of negotiating with his enemies. However, there were times when a little violence was necessary to get his point across. And to send a message. 

Why was this man being battered like a sack of potatoes? 

The man spat blood, a tooth or two flying out with the glob of blood as he remained strapped to his chair. His face was covered in blood. Beat up and mangled by the hands of the tall, brooding man before him. 

Miguel slowly knelt down before the man, taking a fistful of his hair, forcing him to look up into his almost amber eyes. 

“ Eres un demonio! (You're a demon). Not even the devil himself will want you!” the man spat, a glob of blood landing on Miguel’s cheek.

Miguel let out a hum of disinterest. His eyes lacked any life in them. However, this was when he felt the most alive, seeing his enemies cowering and crumbling before him. 

He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned the blood from his cheek before tossing the now soiled material at the man’s feet. 

“I take that as a compliment, you know. Maybe I want the devil himself to fear me.”

Miguel took out a cigar from his coat pocket and lit it before giving it a deep inhale and exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke at the man’s face. He couldn't believe that one of Kingpin's goons had infiltrated his circle and posed himself as someone who could've been trusted. Miguel was definitely going to send that fat son of a bitch a message, by killing this guy and sending his corpse back to Kingpin's front door. 

Not only that, but it also meant that they were going to have to redo background checks on everyone working for the O’Haras. That was going to be a pain in the ass.

"Gabriel! Hand me my gun," Miguel called out to his brother.

Gabriel, Peter, and Ben were all standing several feet behind Miguel, all watching as their boss beat and battered the man before them. 

Gabriel was Miguel’s right hand now that their father had stepped down as head of the O’Hara family. Many thought Gabriel was going to take charge, however, Miguel was much more brutal and cut-throat than Gabriel. It made sense for Miguel to take up the mantle, despite him being an illegitimate son. 

Plus, Gabriel preferred being on the sidelines instead of making the decisions. 

Gabriel made his way over to his older brother, handing him the gun before stepping back to his original spot. 

“Now. We can do this the easy way. Where I ask you a couple of questions and answer them. Or, we can do this the hard way, when I ask you said questions and if you refuse to answer them, I get to shoot you anywhere I want.”

”I would rather you just shoot me! I will never answer to you!” The man croaked. 

“You never got shot before, have you?” Miguel hummed as he removed the safety from the gun and cocked it before pulling the trigger, shooting the man on the foot. 

The man let out a screeching howl as he thrashed on the chair, letting out a series of curses. 

Miguel simply nodded his head. “That’s what I thought. So..shall we begin?”

The whole ordeal took only a matter of minutes, as Miguel wasted no time in trying to get his questions answered. The man was not sitting lifeless on the chair as bullet holes decorated his body. 

Kingpin had sent a lower ranked grunt to spy on them, trying to scope up any valuable information to report back to his true boss. Unfortunately for Kingpin, those in the lower ranks didn’t really get to be part of the action and behind-closed door discussions, so, this man’s life was unnecessarily wasted. 

“Send his body back to Kingpin. Just leave him on his doorstep,” Miguel said as he examined his suit, letting out a grunt when he saw small splatters of blood. He was going to have to go home and change. “Will do. You should start heading back home. I am sure you wife is waiting for you,” Gabriel said as Peter and Ben began placing the body into a black body bag and carried him out to the waiting pick-up truck. 

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t hate you, but he knew that you hated him. And you had every right. You got married to him out of force, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, he didn’t blame you for holding a grudge on him. 

“Keep me posted on any activity. I need updated background checks on everyone working for us. We can’t let anyone else slip through the cracks,” Miguel stated as he made his way over to his car, with his brother following behind him. Gabriel nodded his head as he watched his brother leave. 

He had to make sure no on in his inner circle was actually working for Kingpin. Is someone indeed was, might as well just shut everything down then and there. 

No. Miguel wouldn’t give up just like that. He would just have to work harder and steer Kingpin off track. 

But, for the time being, his main goal was to get back home and get to his wife. It was your birthday, after all.

–

You spent the majority of the day with your parents. You had gone over to your former home- which you still miss deeply. It was such a stark contrast from where you lived now. There was just so much character, so much history in this house. It was the same house your great great grandfather had bought as a gift to his lovely wife, your great great grandmother, once their businesses were booming.

It had twelve bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms. A library where your mother would take you to read. When you were young, you’d pick out a book for your mother to read to you in bed. Mainly a fairy tale story. 

You always thought your life would be a fairy tale. You always imagined yourself as the princess or heroine, going on adventures and falling in love. However, the universe was not like those in the stories. Maybe in an alternate universe. But, not in this one. 

Instead, you were forced to marry the enemy in hopes of forming an alliance. Which, depending on how you looked at it, could’ve been seen as a fairytale. It didn’t feel like it. You weren’t in love with Miguel. You tolerated each other at best. Plus, you guys had shared history which made things pretty awkward at times. 

—-

You were back home, waiting for your darling husband to come home and wish you a Happy Birthday. He also supposedly promised to take you out to dinner. It was really an attempt for you two to get somewhat closer together. But, you weren’t sure how well that would play out. You both liked to push each other’s buttons. You were sure it would occur tonight. And honestly, you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. You wanted to be a thorn on his side. He was always so full of himself. Always thought himself to be this bigshot. Untouchable. Unweavered. You loved proving him wrong. 

You continued to wait and wait. The house staff had left for the night, including Miss Cheryl, your personally favorite housekeeper. She was an older woman, possibly in her mid-fifties. You never cared to ask her- mainly because you didn’t want to be rude and you actually liked her. 

Looking up at the clock in Miguel’s office, you saw that it was already seven thirty in the evening. Reservations were supposedly made for eight. Miguel had thirty minutes to get there. 

A part of you didn’t really care if he had forgotten or just waved it off. You didn’t want to force yourself to be nice with him, because who knew, you might just throw a glass of wine at him just as you did during your wedding reception.

You could hear a chime coming from the Alexa that rested on Miguel’s desk, signaling that someone had entered the house. 

Finally. You honestly thought he wasn’t going to come. 

Raising from his chair, you decided to go ahead and greet your husband. 

He was making his way upstairs as you made your way down the hallway, both of you making eye contact. 

“You’re late. I thought you weren’t going to come,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. 

As Miguel stepped closer, you could notice blood splattered on his white shirt. 

“I know. Let me get changed real quick,” he replied as he walked past you. 

You knew Miguel had a way of dealing with those who wronged him. You have seen his blood-stained knuckles, bloodied shirts and a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s pretty much like in the movies. Some poor unlucky soul gets tortured to death by the boss or someone higher up. You’d like to think that Miguel isn’t simply killing people just because of blood-lust. While it wasn’t your business to judge, you didn’t want to be married to someone who is a little too eager to get blood on his hands. 

You made your way to his room, standing by the door as you watched Miguel slip on a fresh pair of pants and button-up shirt, something more suitable for dinner. Once he was finished, he took another look at you, furrowing his brows a bit. 

“What?” You questioned. 

“What are you wearing?” 

“What do you mean ‘what are you wearing’?” You asked, looking down at your dress. 

“Don’t you think that’s too revealing?” He asked. 

“What? Revealing? Where? Don’t tell me showing a little leg and shoulder is prohibited. Come on! This is the height of fashion right now, as well as demonstrating body positivity.” Miguel simply gave you a look as if in disgust. Not for the body positivity part. But rather your fashion choices. He was aware of your family’s success in the fashion industry. He even applauded it. But, he was also a  man with much simpler tastes. Tastes that you would sometimes groan over. 

“Well, I’m not changing, so let’s just get going,” you said as you grabbed a shawl to compliment your dress, and to shut Miguel up. 

The ride to the restaurant was quiet, save for the music that was playing on the radio. You two had very different music tastes. Not surprising. Sometimes you’d change the station or hook up your phone to Bluetooth. But, you tried to sit back and let him listen to his music this time. 

When you two managed to get there, Miguel stopped in front of the valet and got out. The valet driver in-waiting opened the car door for you to help you get out as Miguel rounded the car, handing the keys over to the young man who then took the sleek black suv to the parking garage. 

He gave you his arm to take. It had become routine. Show some sort of display of affection while in public. You never knew who could be watching. Sometimes cameras would pop out in front of you two. 

The proposal was rushed. The engagement. The wedding. People grew suspicious, and rightfully so. Your families quickly came up with a story of how you and Miguel were seeing each other in secret despite the rivalry of the families. The alleged secrecy of romance and hurried marriage gave you two the the title of Romeo and Juliet. Two star-crossed lovers who went against all odds just to be together despite your families and their differences. But, unlike the story, your ending didn’t result in a double-suicide, but rather acceptance, wedding bells, and peace between the two families. Everyone bought it. Well..almost everyone. 

As you two made your way inside and were greeted by the hostess, you were taken to a more secluded area of the restaurant. There, the table had been set up especially for you. A bottle of wine rested over a bed of ice, candles were lit on the table, as well as around the perimeter of your area. It would have been romantic, had you actually had romantic feelings for Miguel.

Still, he was a gentleman and he did go out of his way to reserve a nice place for you.

 He pulled a chair out for you to sit and scooted you in before taking his seat across from you. The music from a live pianist in the main dining hall still reached your private area. Had it not been for them, the room would’ve been dead silent as you and Miguel silently looked through your menus. 

“Can I pour you a glass of your wine?” A waitress asked onceshe approached your table. She was young. Tall and thin with big blue eyes and blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. And wearing way too much makeup. At least for your tastes. 

You could see how she was looking at Miguel, batting her fake eyelashes. You thought they were either going to fall off or send her flying away. Either way, you simply rolled your eyes. You didn’t care if Miguel got hit on, but come on, at least not while you were right there to see. 

“Yes, thank you,” Miguel said, giving her a charming smile. It made you roll our eyes again. Yes, he was being polite and all, but you could see right through him. 

“Can I offer you both an appetizer to start?” She then asked, still looking over at Miguel. 

Miguel then looked over to you, giving you a nod. “Would you like something to start with?”

”Yes, actually. Some bread for the table. they usually bring it out at the beginning,” you started. Which was true. You were just trying to be a little petty. 

“And how about some crab cakes and a salad for the table?”

The waitress nodded her head, her smile now a straight line. So straight, you could swipe your card through it like a card reader. 

“Yes, of course. I will put those in for you and bring you your bread,” she said before leaving the table. 

You simply rolled your eyes once again as you settled back against your seat. 

“How was lunch with your family?” Miguel then asked, trying to make conversation. 

“It was fine,” you responded. Usually, your responses would be short, and Miguel wouldn’t entertain the topic further. You knew you should at least try to get along with him, giving that you are married and that you will be spending the rest of your life with him. You simply assumed that it just hadn’t kicked in yet. You were going to try, though. 

One day.

“Ah, Mr. O’Hara! Mrs. O’Hara! A pleasure to see you two here tonight!” Someone behind you exclaimed. You could hear their heavy footsteps before turning around and seeing the owner and head chef of the restaurant. “Javier. A pleasure to see you,” Miguel said. “We were just celebrating my wife’s birthday.” “Ah! Of course! Happy birthday, Mrs. O’Hara. You look as stunning as ever,” Javier exclaimed. The man was five foot three, a mix of tan to sunburned skin, and all round. He kind of reminded you of the Pillsbury mascot. He looked so squishable and jolly. 

“Actually, Javier. Would you mind me having a word with you, real quick?” Miguel then asked, scooted his chair back from the table and stood, easily towering over the man. 

“O-oh! O-of cours! Of course! Come, come! Let’s step to the side,” Javier stated, now looking a little nervous as he led Miguel out of the room, leaving you alone. 

All while Miguel was having his private conversation with Javier, the waitress came back with the bread and appetizers. 

“We are going to need a couple of minutes,” you stated as she placed everything onto the tables. 

“Of course! I’ll make my way back around in a few minutes,” the waitress said, giving you a tight-lipped smile.  

You tried your best to not roll your eyes at her again as she left. Letting out a sigh, you decided to dig into the bread and appetizers. You sure weren’t going to wait for Miguel to come back to start eating. You never waited for him. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew you’d be waiting forever for him. 

–

Soon enough, you were back home. You were still slightly curious about the conversation Miguel had with Chef Javier. But, you didn’t think you should press Miguel about it. Some things were meant to be kept in private. Besides, you wanted no part of this whole mafia stuff. It had stolen so much of your freedom already. You wanted to remain ignorant of what goes on behind closed doors as much as possible. 

You both made your way upstairs, neither of you speaking as you made your way to your rooms for the night. 

Tomorrow you were planning on heading over to the boutique. Your cousin was currently operating it and sometimes you’d go to help her out. It helped you get out of the house every once in a while. Plus, you were usually filled with inspiration when you were surrounded by your family’s clothing. You were still working on your portfolio to give out to various companies, in hopes they would hire you. 

You were confident that they would. You were talented. Plus, you have your family’s name to back you up. Now, all you had to do was to make sure you get a good night’s rest so you could get up refreshed. 

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[holdinbacksecrets]

uninhibited (and drunk) voicemails from seventeen

forever sending gratitude and love to j @un-love for helping assign these

seungcheol: “i watched you tonight with another man. he held your hand and kissed your forehead. he drank your tea first to check the temperature. he made you laugh. for real. i know because you covered your mouth, still feeling insecure about how far it opens when the reaction can’t be avoided—when the something said was so funny it surprised you. you’re wearing red. your arms were exposed for a while, and i felt my eyes prick with tears at the sight of more tattoos on your skin. ones i didn’t know about. maybe ones you mentioned when they were still just possibilities in your head. not once did i think i wouldn’t see them actualized. not once did i imagine another man’s fingers brushing the ink through the motion of draping his jacket around your shoulders.”

jeonghan: “i’m at home and alone, and it’s wrong to call you. it’s so unfair to call you. i didn’t know how to tell you that the wanting is scary. that the way we love each other is impossible—not for a second do i believe it’s possible to have again, and i’m fucking afraid, probably because i know how much you’ve grown. the thought of letting you down leaves a sour taste, and i’m trying not to be so fucking afraid.”

joshua: “i’m sobering up now, sitting on my mom’s back porch. earlier, i was trying to describe the color of your hair. the best i could come up with was blue frosting like the cupcakes she made for my 10th birthday party. isn’t that outrageous? embarrassing? in my head was a poem, but the alcohol released the silliest set of words i could’ve possibly used to describe a part of you.”

jun: “everything is weird. everyone is strange to me today except for you. i’m drunk. i lost my shoes at some point in the night i think. i can’t recognize anyone around me. their voices don’t sound familiar. i wish you were here. i wish you’d tell me this is miserable for you too; it’s not worth it anymore. would you tell me the truth if i asked? sorry. what a stupid question. i don’t know anyone more honest.”

soonyoung: “i should’ve watched you all day more often. i dream about that. i wanted to, but something always had my attention or interrupted its focus on you. i’m laying here with my eyes closed, imagining all the moments i did watch and wondering if every single one pieced together could consume an entire day.”

wonwoo: “is it ok that i still have your spare key? i’d like to believe it’s something you’d ask to get back, but i wonder if that call isn’t worth making. if the idea of seeing me makes you anxious. but you trust me. out of everyone to still have access to your home, it’s ok that it’s me. i feel sad thinking about it.”

jihoon: “you baked cookies. i froze half of them. there’s one left, and i’m debating whether or not to eat it today. it’s freezing outside, and any view through my window is ruined by the snow. it feels like the perfect night for a cookie with what’s left of my second americano like i can risk losing sleep, but what will be left from you if i give in? everything else feels lifeless—it’s been so long since you’ve touch the clothes and read the books.”

seokmin: “i’m going to a wedding tomorrow. your old neighbor is getting married, and i thought about so many things when he sent me the invitation. i thought he was in love with you for the longest time. remember that? it took me months to admit. then he told me he’s just protective, and i realized there are so many people who see us and care without us ever knowing. so i wondered about a what if between us… what if our paths crossing was shallow and they never intertwined? what if you were just a woman in the grocery store who i’d see once in a while if the timing was right? how long would i think about you before forgetting your face, before forgetting i ever saw you? unless i never would and end up talking about you in my old age to adult children who only know i loved their mother.”

mingyu: “is it ok to call you in the middle of the night? you told me i could. years have passed since that conversation. *laughs* is it strange to think about us back then? how we started on a park bench, basically dated for two years on a park bench. i still think about how your approach to reach me gave away your feelings. you started poised, avoiding eye contact. then it became goofy looks and confident strides before calling my name and skipping to singing the song stuck in your head while you ran to me. i can’t help but wonder what would it look like now?”

minghao: “if you listen to this voicemail, can you tell me what you want? whatever comes to mind after hearing the question. from something small to something weird and the the thing you believe is better left unsaid as if i’d judge the answer, but i won’t. i have no reason to judge you. all i have is curiosity and love and hope for your every day, every want, every touch, every song you sing, every picture you hang, and every night spent barefoot on the balcony- i want to marry you.”

seungkwan: “there’s something on my mind. i’ve wanted to tell you all day. i thought about it at breakfast and started texting you before my manager called and interrupted. so here it is: i used to not understand how tired you’d be with me around. i thought i was boring you for the longest time until i visited my sisters. they exchanged a knowing smile before telling me you’re completely comfortable, that you feel safe enough to slip into the kind of vulnerability that only sleepiness and sleep allow, with your guard lowered, and your heart open. i appreciate how much of you i’ve seen, how deeply i know you—knew you… know you? hmm…”

hansol: “are you traveling? i hope you’re traveling. i know it’s something you promised to do at the start of your 26th year. where did you go? … are you taking lots of pictures? … how does the moon look? that’s your souvenir: the moon in the sky a thousand miles away from home. when you told me the moon thing, i realized i knew nothing about you, and i wanted to know everything.”

chan: “you were in the audience tonight? i didn’t… i wasn’t… thank you for coming. i mailed a ticket, but it was returned to sender. *clears throat* you’re the only person i couldn’t shake wanting to be there. do you know what i mean? people from our pasts we wish could still be present, especially for things they witnessed in early stages. i could shake off all the other absences… old friends, a mentor, but you… *sigh* no way.”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen blurbs #seventeen drabbles #seventeen angst #seventeen fic #seungcheol scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #jun scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #jihoon scenarios #seokmin scenarios #mingyu scenarios #minghao scenarios #seungkwan scenarios #hansol scenarios #chan scenarios

[itsnotmeep]

Unspoken

Nanami Kento x Reader (angst)

All his life he knew that he would die protecting others so imagine his surprise when he found someone he wanted to live for. Whether he liked it or not the baker had made their way into his heart and for once he wanted something for himself. When work got tough he would imagine them caring for him when he got home, the smell of fresh baked goods infiltrating his nose, bringing an escape he desperately needed. He planned to marry the girl who held his heart, the one promise he vowed to keep. Yet when sent to Shibuya, without realizing he never had the chance to promise her anything. 

The relationship started quite naturally. Everyday the blonde haired man would come to the bakery at exactly 10 am. He would order the same piece of bread, hand the same credit card, say thanks and leave. When he missed days or came late he would order extra as if a sorry for his absence. Other days he would come in with a white haired guy or even a young man wearing a beanie. 

What (y/n) hadn’t noticed was how her absence on some days due to sickness or life events, caused the man to bring forth a sense of disappointment when he took notice of her missing figure. Or the ways in which he would try to sneakily ask about her hoping not to raise any suspicion. Nor did she notice how he would swiftly exorcise the curses that loom near and around her shop, so more customers come in. The way he would check on her ready to kill any curse that plagued her.

It wasn’t long before the two got together, anyone could tell how whipped he was for her and how her eyes lingered on him. Oftentimes her employee would see how their boss would set up his order and patiently wait for the bells to chime at 10am indicating he was there. The way her body jerked up ready to go greet him. A year into the relationship Nanami would ask her if she wanted to move in with him. Without a doubt it was hard the first 2 weeks getting used to each other, before long they couldn't imagine living with anyone else.

Once another year passed, Nanami decided it was time his lover's finger was decorated with a ring. Even when tired after work he would go looking for the perfect ring, one that would be able to showcase at least some of the love he held for her. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, she deserved the best and he wasn’t going to give up until he found the right one, even if the fee was hefty. His student saw his eagerness and couldn’t help but help the poor man on his search. Some of them would come to (y/n) shop to distract her in order to buy their teacher some time. Often sending him pictures or doing research on new jewelry places. While his coworkers, especially a certain albino man, would tease him. 

He had found the perfect one early october, without looking at the price he immediately bought it. It wasn’t until the ring rested in his pocket next to his body that he felt like no one would steal the precious good before he could buy it. When he got home he was met with an empty house and took the opportunity to hide the ring in his closet in the shoe box he kept on top. Earlier he had sent Itadori and the rest of the first-years to her shop, so he could be sure that (y/n) wouldn't find him sneaking around. After Shibuya, Nanami had planned a much needed vacation for the both of them and it was there in which he wanted to propose to her. On the sandy beaches of Malaysia far from the work that robbed him of much time.

The thought of proposing to her brought a smile on his lips and he used that as a motivation to get through october. All he wanted was to see her in her beautiful dress on the beach, beaming an angelic smile back at him, to hear her say yes. Even in his last moment his thoughts were filled with this image, his arms reaching out towards her.

The pink-haired boy stood in front of the locked bakery, he placed his teacher's death on his shoulders and it was his responsibility to tell the would’ve been widow. People had told him it was fine, someone else could do it. Yet the boy who had witnessed the death, the one who his teacher died for, didn't budge. Building up the courage, holding back the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes for what could have been, he knocked on the door twice. He hears the older woman's voice “Give me a second,i'm coming”.  His hands form a fist at his side turning white with the amount of strength he was clenching it, trying to hold in his own emotions.

The door unlocked and opened “Hey, Itadori it's late right now the bakery is closed. Do you need anything…” the woman smiled cheerfully at him, but before she could continue. The tense boy broke down whimpering out the words “Nanami sensei”. His face fell and his hands shooted up holding his face. Sobs ravaged his body as he had become angry at the fact that he couldn’t even give her a moment, but the tear wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he had tried.

When (y/n) had learned about the sorcerer world she knew what she was stepping into, she knew that he could die. Yet, at the time it felt so out of reach, he was so strong and steady, always watching out for others. In her head she couldn’t fathom how the world could kill a man who was so kind. She stood there her hands holding on the door, feeling like without it support she would falter to the floor, being unable to ever get up again. It was as if time had stopped all she could say to the crying boy was, “You’re joking right” her voice already raw without tears. She felt the random strength in her body surge her towards the boy and grasp his shoulder. 

It seemed like the payment of this sudden energy were the tears that began rolling down her cheeks, she shook the boy, getting him to look at her. “Please, tell me you’re joking right now, please” she pleaded. The boy only shook his head at the women who he had helped buy a ring for tears lining his eyes once more. 

The tears come as if a dam that had been built to block all the tears her entire life had crashed down. Her body could no longer hold on any longer and she dropped the boy following her down embracing her as she mourned the life of the man she had loved with her entire heart. The boy held her crying along only being able to whimper “sorry, I'm so sorry”, apologizing endlessly for the future he felt he had ended.

It took 2 weeks before she could build the strength to walk through their shared apartment. She had been staying at her friend's place and felt like a burden. No matter the difficulty she knew she had to at least try to move on. The key shook in her unsteady hand as she stood in the elevator waiting for the ding that would lead her to the place both of them cherished. 

Walking toward the door felt like walking through an endless desert not knowing when one will get water or civilization. Once at the door (y/n) took a deep breath, she knew opening the door would be unleashing a wound she didn't know if she could heal. The key went in and the door was ready, she slowly turned the handle and took all the strength she could muster to open the door and take a step through.

Instantly the memories flooded to her mind as she slowly explored the space again. She had believed she had somehow cried all the tears out of her body feeling a sense of numbness through her. Although the tears didn't fall she felt her heart squish itself as if it wanted her to die on the spot. 

The kitchen where Nanami would cook dinner or breakfast when he had the chance, shooing her away saying that she deserved it. The dining room table where they ate their meals together, how he would force her to eat everything on her plate and even track if she had eaten all the nutrients she needed for the day.

To the living room where he would come home, change and lay with her. Her eyes watered when recalling how he would want to watch her favorite series and would try to fight his sleep in order to watch with her. She would catch him trying to watch the show by himself in private at times, so he had something to talk to her about. The place he would give her random presents as a sorry for his absence or where he would lounge watching her bake treats at home, smiling every time she glanced at him.

To the corner next to the tv where they had placed their christmas tree the first time they spent the holidays. Tears fell when she remembered how he gifted her items that she had wanted but was not willing to buy or the time they spent looking for the right tree and ornaments. Or when she tricked him with a mistletoe.

Even the bathroom when she would wash his hair when he was too exhausted to move his hands and the love in his eyes as he watched her do it. The nights she was sick and he would come rushing in holding up her hair, telling her it’ll be okay. To nagging at her for accidentally cutting her finger and carefully treating it, even when she herself had to stitch him up in far worse conditions.

The tears continued to come when she walked into the bedroom still being able to smell his scent. Fear overtook her, she became scared of the fact that his scent could disappear and this was all that was left of it. She was as decently composed as she could be until she opened the closet door and a shoe box fell to her feet.

The box popped open on the floor, reaching down to pick it up, she found a smaller box and a letter. She opened it and what she found devastated her to the point of no return. It was a wedding ring, it was perfect. Tears blinded her in an instant hands shaking she opened up the letter and read.

Dear (Y/N)

Although I am a man of little words, from the moment I bought this ring I knew what I wanted to say the day you walked down that aisle in the beautiful dress. I knew that I would be stunned by your beauty that seemingly grows every time I meet or think about you. In fear of time making you so radiant that these vows become impossible to write, I've chosen to write them right away.

I am a man of many flaws, I often come home exhausted not being able to provide you the liveful companionship that you so truly deserve. Other days my line of work makes me come home late or leave early, sometimes I can leave for days. Yet you, for what reason I don't understand, choose to stay by me. Sleeping on the couch all those late nights to greet me when I enter the door. Even waking up in the earliest hours to help me get ready, never failing to give me a kiss before I go. Rather than getting angry at me for the days I left you alone you greet me with open arms and a smile decorating your face. I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you, but I do know I will spend this life time effortlessly working to make sure that the gods above give you to me again in the next. Even if my diligence equals only a minute with you, that's enough.

I remember meeting you the first time in the bakery, you came rushing to the counter to greet me, hair in a messy bun and flour coating your face. The way you eagerly took my order and delicately lay the goods in their containers before giving them to me. I don't know at that time if it was you who anchored me to the store or the desserts you put all your efforts in that drew me, but in that moment all I understood wasI had to come back. Even when my instinct told me not to get attached because I've lived through tragedy, yet my head couldn't stop my heart from finding its way towards you.

The most selfish moment in my life and the most selfless thing you had done for me was choosing to stay, learning who I was. I understood what you gave up in the second you chose me and my desire for you made me pull you even closer. I should have advocated for you to live a life that was more fulfilling but the idea that you wanted me overtook me in ways in which I couldn’t describe. 

I know these vows are getting long and this is probably the longest most of you have ever heard me speck. In short (y/n) i wanted you to know that in every lifetime you are, were, and will be the love of life. In fact I chose not to put a last name because I don’t mind taking yours. Similarly to how my name would tell everyone that you were mine, I wouldn't mind carrying a piece of you that would show the world that I am yours. I love you  (y/n) and I wanted you to know that in the time we spend apart, I am and will always fight and find my way back to you even if it requires me to crawl inch by inch. 

Love is unrequited effort, the blush that paints one's face, heartbeats racing and calming in the presence of another, it means finding joy in the little habits and ways of life, and much more. For me love means you.

The sound of sobs could be heard echoing the room. The only words one would hear were “You bastard, how do i continue without you?”

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[readychilledwine]

Can I please request 5 for Cassian?

Cassian x Vanserra Reader drabble

Prompt #5 from the super amazing romance prompt list from @urfriendlywriter

Prompt 5 - "You lied to me. Was I just a pawn in your game? The easiest one you can sacrifice?"

"If you love him, you'll walk away to protect him," Eris said plainly. "Father would kill him just for being Illyrian. Imagine what he'd do to him for being your mate and having touched you."

Tears were falling freely as you nodded from your spot on the couch in his room. "I could leave."

Eris shook his head. "You and I both know you're his favorite little chess piece. Father will chase you and hunt you down slaughtering anyone protecting you until you are dragged back home kicking and screaming."

-

You didn't know how to end this without Cassian fighting. So, you did something that would destroy every ounce of trust between you two.

You sighed as you waited, pretending to copy enrollment numbers, names, troop sizes from the Night Court. Cassian was coming tonight. You would leave them out "hidden" from his view, let him find them, and then stand there taking every ounce of anger, betrayal, and abuse that came your way.

For his protection.

You reminded yourself why you were doing this. It was for him.

You set up the evidence. Wiping the last of the lingering tears from your cheeks before sighing.

To save him.

To save him from the same fate Jesminda suffered.

The faint sound of wings breaking air made you straighten your dress, fix your hair, and put on the mask you needed to hide the inner turmoil your soul was going through.

Cassian opened the door, a smile lighting the room, as he immediately came to you, cupping your face in two hands and kissing you deeply. "Missed you, princess."

"Missed you more," you answered honestly. "Whiskey?"

He nodded. "Please."

You went into another room, pretending to grab the glass and the bottle, take a little longer than needed. "Y/n, come here," and the pin dropped.

You walked out, bottle in hand. "Is something wrong?"

Cassian held up the papers, his eyes full of confusion and setting in rage. "What the fuck is this?"

You began the act. "Reports you left here."

"Reports you were copying for what purpose, Vanserra?"

The first knife in your chest. He'd never referred to you by that name, knowing how much you hated your father.

"I'm not copying them," you half lied smoothly. In truth, you planned on burning them.

Cassian scoffed. Throwing your handwritten papers into the fire of the hearth. "Don't fucking lie to me when the evidence was right there. Why?"

"You have your job, I have mine," another knife in your chest.

"Is that what I am to you?!" Cassian stormed over to you, slamming his hands on the table. "You think I'm a fucking job?"

You're everything to me, your mind said. You hid the screaming of your aching soul and heart behind a mask of indifference. "Say something," he demanded. "Say. Something."

You shook your head. "There's no point."

"Everyone is pawn in Autumn, Cassian. The sooner you learn where you sit on the chess board, the easier life will be." Your voice was distant.

"You told me you loved me. That you wanted to marry me, and now you've done this." His face dropped completely as he studied you, "You lied to me. Was I just a pawn in your game? The easiest one you can sacrifice?" He saw the brief flash of heartache in your eyes. A small moment of pain before you hid behind a mask.

Realization hit him at your mistake. "You're pushing me away," Cassian realized slowly. "Who found out, princess. Tell me who found out, and I will have Rhys wipe them."

"Pretty sure that would be against the bargain the two of them swore to each other." Cassian's face fell. "I'm a pawn in these games too, Cassian. Leave while you can."

He shook his head, knowing this would go nowhere right now, knowing when you pull the string and back away. He grabbed the reports. "Just tell me if anyone else saw them."

"No one else did," you said slowly. "Just go, Cassian. Make this easier for both of us."

He paused at the doorway. "I won't stop fighting for you," he stated firmly. "I'll never stop fighting for you."

"Then we both become Beron's pawns," you were looking into the fire, arms crossed over your chest.

"All tyrants lose their place, princess, and when he loses his. I'm coming back for you."

#acotar #acotar x reader #cassian x reader #cassian of Illyria #prompt list

[mysticmunson]

alpha!eddie and omega!reader where reader works with an asshole alpha who wants some claim over her and tries not to tell eddie because she knows he’ll be super protective (which she loves and appreciates but likes her joke and doesn’t wanna start trouble) but he comes in one day to spend her break with her, pick her up early, idk something like that and sees/hears him harassing her and steps in?? idk maybe that’s stupid but im a sucker for protective eddie so bad

covered: alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader

authors note: hi ur ask is not stupid at all and i loved it! i appreciate any ask i receive, especially one as amazing as this.

warnings: unwanted flirting, harassment, unwarranted touching, aggression, knives, mentions of breeding (18+ no minors)

Down on South County Road sat a quaint bookstore, the isles neatly lined, set in place based on genre and author. Receiving the job in senior year, you stayed after graduation, working between college courses. 

The owners were an elderly married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Whittaker, not up to the trends of CD’s or mixtapes, preferring the records they had collected from their youth. When you presented, they were kind and wished you well, assuring your job security when you returned. It made the process so much easier, bringing a casserole when you returned to work.

It was only a few blocks away from Eddie’s work, a local mechanic shop owned by a friend of Wayne’s, though he would’ve gotten the job without the association. He was skilled with his hand, an advantage for work and for you.

The close proximity was beneficial for you both, knowing that each other was only a walk away if anything occurred. The two of you were practically inseparable since you presented, his innate characterizations coming to life as he felt immense responsibility for your safety and wellbeing. 

However, the time apart was healthy, giving you each time to acclimate to your new way of life and, simultaneously, regaining the normalcy of the past. This plan seemed perfect for you two until you met Jack, the new hire at the bookstore.

Standing a bit over 6’2, his athletic build was helpful for reaching higher shelves just out of your reach. He had attracted a crowd of girls on most of his shifts, his dirty blond hair that swooped over his circular glasses containing his green eyes made most women light up. 

Those green iris’ of his didn’t stay on them though, they looked at you, ever since you came back from your heat. The notion that you could sense an alpha seemed preposterous until it occurred to you, immediately diagnosing his type. 

“Anything for you, gorgeous.” He’d quip at any request, flashing his marginally crooked teeth, that were sweet at first. 

Cindy, your coworker, had told Jack you were taken, but he couldn’t believe it. He felt the need to be yours and when an alpha became determined, there would be little to deter them.

His desires became more prominent as you worked together, using any and all opportunities to be in close proximity, taking control of situations that seemed slightly tense, and stating how you were ‘a perfect omega’.

Despite the uncomfort, you loved your job and didn’t want to work anywhere else. So you refrained from telling Eddie, knowing it would be a hardsell to make him relaxed with you there. He trusted you completely, but he didn’t trust other people, especially other mateless alpha’s around you. Even the thought of him with a needy omega made you physically ill.

It was a gloomy Thursday as you worked the morning shift, an old Tchaikovsky record spinning to give the room some life as you organized the bookmarks. As badly as you wished to be home, you knew this would likely be your final shift before your upcoming heat. 

As the time of the month approached, you felt more vulnerable than usual, not wanting to leave Eddie’s side. The days before made you more sensitive to everything. When music was too chaotic, when voices raised too high, and when anyone touched you felt head spinning for a variety of reasons. 

With your break at 12:30, Jack was scheduled to come in at 12, strolling in a few minutes past. His blue button up was tucked into his tan dress pants, oxfords shuffling on the welcome mat to rid of the dirt from the parking lot. Flashing a toothless smile, he made his way to clock in.

“You look beautiful today, omega.” He said softly, looking at you up and down as you adjusted the kids book section. You had asked him to stop calling you omega, just your birth name, but he always seemed to forget.

The lilac dress fit well around your bust and flowed at your waist, tied on your shoulders in small bows. Your ballet flats made the higher shelves more difficult to reach, creasing the sides as you slid a red Ronald Dahl novel in.

“Here, let me help.” Jack insisted, standing behind you and taking the book from your grasp. Placing it, you could hear the sharp inhale he took as he stood behind you, his frame capturing in.

Turning around, you were stopped by his chest as he looked down at you, an odd flash of protection, control, and lust. Your eyes widened as your back went against the wooden bookcase, hating the way your body froze.

It was unnerving to know people could sense your intimate nature, even more so when you know they wanted something out of it. As the anxiety coursed through your veins, your hands trembled, holding them within one another. 

“I know you’re scared, I can help.” Jack assured, bringing little comfort, “I can take care of you, let me.”

Shaking your head, you managed to slide away, going back behind the counter. Though free from his immediate reach, the seed had been planted in his mind, he wanted you and you could tell. 

Jack’s chest puffed out, his stature went from relaxed to rigid, back to your side in seconds. His green eyes had never felt more scorching, drilling into the side of your head as you checked the time, only 2 minutes from your break. 

“You’re gonna be my sweet omega, aren’t you? Can feel how sensitive you are right now, I can fix it.” He cooed, but his words felt painful, searing into your skin. Stomach twisting with anxiety, you swallowed the growing lump in your throat.

“I have an alpha, Jack.” You whispered, stamping the inside of a magazine about to be put out for guests to read. The covers of Cosmopolitan and People doing nothing to block the man from his intense gaze.

A condescending ticking noise came from his pink lips, “Oh omega, if they’re so good, why are you here? Why aren’t they here to help? I’m always by your side to help, aren’t I?”

The words left his mouth as Eddie walked into the store, your favorite pizza held in a to-go container as he took his break, deciding to surprise you due to knowing how susceptible you felt recently. 

He was aware of your new coworker, but only knew their name and his vigilance was sprouting. As he rounded the isles, he heard the voice becoming more intense, making his steps hasten. 

Coming into eyesight of the cash register, he saw your timid frame trapped between two firm grasps, “I can sense your heat, omega, let me help. We’d make such beautiful pups.”

A blood vessel nearly bursted inside Eddie’s forehead as he witnessed your rigid stance, tears lining your eyes with a wobbling lip. His grip went to the man's shirt as he dropped the box on the counter, holding him by the collar.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but if I see you near her again, I’ll make you unrecognizable.” Eddie barked, Jack’s feet slightly off the ground as you scurried to the other side of the wall.

With a condescending laugh, Jack broke from his hold, shoving him backwards. “If we’re fighting for her, I’m taking you down, freak.” 

“Sweetheart, go to my truck.” Eddie commanded, glancing back to see you grab your purse and scurrying away. 

The man before him pushed his sleeves to his elbows, cracking his neck in preparation, but Eddie waited till the sound of the front door bell clang. As it shut, he grabbed his fringe and shoved his head against the wall. 

The grunt was music to Eddie’s ears as he grabbed his switchblade from his boot, flicking it open to hold near the, now, nervous man’s bobbing Adam’s Apple. The cool metal grazed against his warm skin, his fight gone. It was how Eddie knew Jack didn’t give a shit about you, he wasn’t fighting hard.

“You are going to finish this shift for her, work through her time off, then quit and never speak to her again. If I see your weasel-ass face, I will make sure you never have children. Don’t look at her, don’t smell her, and if you touch her? You won’t breathe long enough to beg for forgiveness.” Eddie gritted, seeing the fear in Jack’s face, the one of an alpha who hasn’t mated and hasn’t matured. 

“Okay, just get off of me, please.” He struggled to get out, feeling the blade against the soft skin of his throat. 

Dropping him, he stormed out with the box in hand, seeing your moderately more relaxed frame from inside the blue pickup. Adrenaline in his veins, he opened the door sharply and shut it just as precisely.

Cupping your cheek, he leaned in to give a heartfelt kiss, his thumb repeating calming motions. 

“Let’s go home, darling.” He sighed, his arm going behind you as he backed out of the parking spot. The action alone made your stomach flutter, feeling the burning sensation of need. Before you could fret, vocally, about the remainder of your day, he smiled, “Don’t worry, baby, I got you covered.”

hi babes! feedback, comments, and concerns are always welcomed and appreciated. thank u! :)

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[callsign-dexter]

Night Ride Rescue

Request: hey

I was wondering if you could please write a Maverick x daughter reader where she is out riding her bike a little later at night and she notices this car following her. She starts to get freaked out and petaled faster to see if it would leave but it didn’t. Maybe it turns into they get out of the car and try to chase her (your choice) so she runs into the first place she can find and it happens to be the hard deck. Possibly penny sees her and with penny being friends (not in a relationship but just good friends, maybe penny is still married to Amelia’s dad?) with Mav she goes over to see what is wrong, after she calls and demands maverick come down and fast. He does and he sees his daughter upset so he comforts her she tells him what happened and he is just so protective and loving and he just makes her feel so safe.

maybe the reader is like 8

maybe the second movie

thank you so much and it is completely your choice

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of cheating (not on reader)

Maverick trusted his daughter whole heartedly, he knew she would do the right thing even though she was only 8-years-old. Of course he cared about her safety but knew she knew how to defend herself thanks to him and everyone else teaching her self-defense. Everyone lived in close proximity to each other so she knew she could run to anyone when she needed help or call anyone when she was home alone and her dad was out for few.

When Y/N asked if she could go see her friend, Emma Floyd who was Bob's little sister who he got custody of, he said yes and let her ride her bike over.

"Hey, Dad?" She asked walking downstairs to where her dad sat at the kitchen table working on some stuff for work.

"Yes, Darling?" He asked looking up to see his look alike coming towards him.

"I was wondering if I could go over to Emma's. I have some homework I need help with." She said and he thought about it and nodded his head.

"That is fine with me, Darling." He said "Be safe and be sure to call if you don't feel safe or need to come pick you up." He finished off and she nodded her head.

"You got it, Dad. Thank you so much." She said bounding over and hugging him tightly around the neck. She truly did love her dad with all of her heart and would never disobey him.

She arrived and set her bike down and walked to the front door and knocked. Bob was the one to open the door and greet the girl.

"Hey, Y/N/N. You here to see Emma?" He asked her and she nodded her head.

"Yes sir." She said being polite even though she knew this man and loved him like an uncle. Also her daddy taught her to be polite to anyone she met even if she already knew them.

"Y/N we talked about this you don't have to call me sir." Bob said as he let her into his house.

"I'm sorry Bob. Force of habit." She said taking her backpack of and smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Oh I know kid." Bob said and hugged her and then called Emma down and the two girls embraced each other and then they scurried off upstairs. Bob texted Maverick.

Bob: Y/N is here.

Maverick: Thank you for letting me know.

Bob: Anytime sir.

She stayed over there for a few hours and they laughed, gossiped. and helped each other with some homework. "Did you see what Nathan posted on Instagram?" Y/N asked Emma.

"Oh yea. I saw. Do you think Eva knows that he is cheating on her?" Emma asked her friend.

"If she does then she's not acknowledging it. Did you expect anything less from him? After all he is the most popular kid and the star football player." Y/N asked

"Absolutely not. He's just a player. You know he tried to hit on me the other day." Emma said while looking up from her homework.

"What?! No! Why didn't you tell me?" You asked her gasping in shock.

"I meant to but we were at practice and then it just slipped my mind." Emma said looking up.

"He tried to hit on me too and kiss me." Y/N said and Emma gasped.

"No way! When was this?!" Emma asked

"The same day you got hit on." She said

"Damn. He really is a player." Emma said and Y/N nodded her head.

It was getting late and she wanted to be home, even though it was Friday night she loved being with her dad. As she was getting ready to leave Bob had stopped her.

"I can drive you home." Bob told her and she shook her head.

"Thank you but I'm ok. I like riding my bike. It helps me clear my head and I like the fresh air." You told him and chuckled.

"You are so like your dad." He said with a chuckle as she stood her bike up. "If you have any trouble call any of us or ride to The Hard Deck." Bob said and she nodded.

"You got it Bob." She said and hugged him. "Have a good night and I'll see you later." She said as she got on her bike.

"You have a good night as well." He said and watched her ride off until she was out of sight and then walked back into the house. Bob texted Maverick

Bob: Your daughter has just left my house and is on her way home. She refused to let him drive her, claimed that she liked riding her bike. Said it helps her clear her head and that she likes the fresh air.

Maverick: Damn she really is my daughter.

Bob: That she is.

As Y/N was riding back to her home she noticed that a car was following her and was making every turn she was making. At first she thought it was just a coincidence but when they started to speed up is when she got scared so she started to pedal faster. She was 30 minutes away from her house but was only 2 minutes away. So she set her course for the well known bar and her a person she considered her aunt, her Aunt Penny.

She heard them stop and thought she was in the clear when she heard the door shut. She looked back and saw a fairly large built man get out and started chasing her. She was 30 seconds out from The Hard Deck. She started yelling at her. Once she got in the proximity of the well known bar she ditched her bike on the front deck and ran in she looked panicked and then Penny saw her and the look on her face. Penny told the bartender she would be right back and walked to the youngest Mitchell. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asked but Y/N was looking behind her and tears started to form "Y/N. What happened?" She asked again and led her to the back office, she dropped her backpack onto the couch and sat down.

"Someone was following me when I was leaving Emma's. Then then when I was 30 seconds out from here they got out of the car and started to chase me. This was the closest place." Y/N started to cry and hung her head and she hugged the little girl. "I want dad." She said and Penny nodded.

"You stay here and I'll go call him." Penny said and Y/N nodded her head. Penny walked outside and dialed Maverick's number he answered on the first ring.

"Penny?" Maverick answered confused

"Pete you need to get down to The Hard Deck now." Penny said in a stern voice.

"What? Why?" Maverick asked really confused

"Y/N is here. She said that someone was following her on her way home and this was the closest place. She wants you. We're in the office when you get here. I'm sure the cameras picked up the men, car, and license plate." Penny told him and Maverick could've sworn his heart dropped.

"I'll be there in a minute." Maverick said and they hung up.

Penny walked back in and into the office. "Y/N/N?" She asked and she looked up.

"Is dad on his way?" She asked and Penny nodded. Fresh tears rolled down her face. True to his word Maverick strolled into the office to find his daughter crying and Penny trying to comfort her.

"Y/N?" Maverick asked and she looked up and saw him she got up and practically tackled him to ground but he stood still. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. She buried her head into his chest and cried. He looked up at Penny. "Thank you so much." He said and she nodded her head.

"Anything for a friend. You know I love her. I'm gonna leave you both alone. Take as much time as you need." She said and Maverick thanked her as she walked out and shut the door. Maverick's attention turned back to his daughter.

"Darling tell me what happened." He said and pulling away from her and they sat down on the couch and she looked him in the eye and told him everything.

"I should've taken Bob's offer and let him drive me home. I was riding home and then I noticed a car following me, I thought nothing of it then they started to speed up. They were making every turn I made. They stopped and I thought I was in the clear but then one dude got out and started to yell at me and chase me. This was the closest place so I came here. I left my bike on the front deck. I was so scared dad." She finished and hung her head. Maverick was mad but not at her. He gently lifted her chin.

"You did the right thing. You're not in trouble, I promise. I'll always rescue you no matter what." Maverick said and brought her into a hug which she returned gladly. "Are you ready to go home?" He asked and she nodded her head into his chest and he smiled and placed a kiss on her head.

Father and daughter got up from the couch and Maverick grabbed her backpack and they were off too his truck. They walked out of the front door and they grabbed her bike. When they got to the truck they put it in the bed, Maverick put her backpack in the backseat while she got in. Maverick got in and started the truck and they were headed home. When they got home they got ready for bed and Maverick let her sleep in his bed. He cuddled his daughter like he would lose her if she was out of his sight and she almost was and that scared him.

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A few days later Penny called Maverick back and said that police caught the men. This wasn't the first time they tried to kidnap a little girl and they had been successful twice. Thanks to The Hard Deck's camera being so good and Penny's husband being persistent on getting the good quality ones. Maverick was relived and now his daughter to could ride safely again. When he told his daughter she let out a sob and hugged her father, and he returned that hug and kissed her head. He is going to protect his daughter at all costs.

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[spadesolace]

love you twice: introductions

synopsis: Kang Haerin and Lee YN have always been the best of friends since they were in diapers. what happens when feelings are involved and cause a rift between your relationship?

words: 0.9k

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The Kang and Lee family go way back, from their great grandparents being close business partners to the current generation being best friends since they were in diapers. Kang Haerin being the only child under the current generation and Lee YN, the eldest daughter followed by Lee Hyein, the youngest.

The pair weren’t forced to be friends but somehow they simply clicked ever since they were babies. It was said that Haerin held YN’s hand the first time they met, calming her down. From that day onward, they were inseparable, and when Hyein was introduced to the pair, their bond grew stronger wanting to protect the younger Lee. 

YN had a caring nature even when they were in preschool, always putting Haerin and Hyein first before herself. If either one wants to use the swing, she’ll gladly give it up for them, or if Hyein got an orange juice while YN got the apple juice, she’ll switch with her despite not liking orange juice that much. It was no surprise that Hyein was the first person to notice Haerin would act differently around YN compared to when they were alone.

“Haerin-unnie, do you like YN-unnie?” They were only 5 years old while Hyein was only 3. Haerin looked at the younger Lee as the older Lee was running to help her parents in setting up their snacks.

“... I like her, she’s friendly and caring.”

“Is she your prince charming?”

“Yes.”

They were only 5 years old, Haerin was the first to develop feelings. It took awhile for YN to develop the same feelings. Taking notice that Haerin would spend her time with her rather than with anyone else, telling her random facts about frogs and when they were playing pretend, Haerin always wanted to be paired with her. A perfect pair as their parents would say, neither one would leave the other, they could if they wanted to but neither one would do so. YN was 10 when she realized she had a crush on her best friend.

“Unnie, do you like Haerin-unnie?”

“Yes, Hyein… I like her a lot.”

“Will you get married in the future?” YN chased Hyein after that question, saying it was too early and they’re only kids. Marriage was the last thing on her 10 year old mind.

At the ripe age of 14, at the Lee’s backyard where Haerin and YN were seen together under the cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms blooming and covering the grass with its pink petals, holding each other's hands, after years of pining, YN confessed.

“Hae, do you know who my crush is?”

“You have a crush?” Haerin’s heart was shattered, who would capture your heart before she could confess?

“Yeah.”

“Who is it, then?”

“You. I like you, Hae.”

Under the cherry blossoms, was the start of their relationship. Haerin fell first but YN fell harder. Hyein cheered for them as they sealed their relationship with a kiss, years of pining, they could say they’re finally together. Sadly, this is no fairytale, YN might have been Haerin’s prince charming and she was the damsel in distress, no one mentioned how complicated a relationship is.

A year and a half, under the same cherry blossom tree at the Lee’s, where their relationship ended. They were together but Haerin didn’t want to let the public know, YN respected that decision wholeheartedly, yet neither was willing to fight for their relationship that was well hidden from the public eye. Haerin was scared of their opinions, two girls dating each other, and YN grew tired of having to fight off any possible suitors Haerin encounters.

“Haerin… do know that I love you.”

“I love you too, YN.”

YN could not look at Haerin, everything about the girl, she just couldn’t hold it anymore. She really loved Haerin but having to fight for her without raising suspicion was getting to her.

“Is this… the end?” Haerin tried to reach for YN’s hand, she knew it calmed the girl down who was on the verge of crying. She seemed so close yet so far, what happened?

“No, Haerin. Maybe it’s the end of our relationship but it's not the end of our friendship.” YN was putting on a brave face, for Haerin, if she cried, and continued on with the relationship what would happen to her? For Haerin, she’ll be strong.

“Friends?”

“Friends.”

That relationship caused a rift in their friendship, 3 months of avoiding each other only for Hyein to force them to sit down and talk, the girl was only 13 yet she was much more mature compared to the two. Trapped in a closet, it was the first time in a while that they were left alone, they both know their own feelings. YN could not tell the girl that she’s still smitten by the cat-like girl who sat in front of her. Haerin took notice how YN grew taller compared to the past 3 months, there was something different about the older Lee.

“H-how are you?” YN was the first to break the silence, always the first one to make a move.

“Quite… alright. You?”

“... I missed you.” YN doesn’t understand if she misses Haerin as her best friend or if she misses her as her girlfriend.

“I missed you too.” Haerin was just as confused as YN.

Setting the past aside, slowly Haerin and YN rekindled and fixed their friendship. Going back to being best friends and expanding their friend group with Kim Minji, Pham Hanni, and Mo Jihye (Danielle Marsh). No one in their group, aside from Hyein, knew of their past. Slowly, they both moved on, seeing other people, and who said exes cannot be friends?

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[hunterbunter3000]

Krueger being a seat sniffer isn’t shocking tbh 💀 that man def already picked out the names of his and Sweetheart’s future kids and wedding plans detailed in a binder (is he manifesting or delusional; who knows lol!).

He also def has a shrine dedicated to Sweetheart openly in his room, atleast the other boys have the decency to hide their shrines in their closet 😤😂

LMAOOO STOP THATS SO HIM (AND FUCKING EVERYONE ELSE)

He has like- three binders and two notebooks he has for Sweetheart and his future with her. Like it's just FILLED with where they would live, how many kids they would have, tHEIR NAMES, the colleges they would go to, the house he wants to get when they get married, THE WEDDING

MANS IS EVEN PLANNING FOR THEIR RETIREMENT LIKE-- KRUEGER??? he's delulu and manifesting for this to happen!! Let's cheer him on! ✨️🙏 PFFTT-

And yes. He has a shrine of Sweetheart. OBVIOUSLY. THE MOMENT YOU WALK IN its right there in your face. It's sitting on a small table-like stand and it's FILLED with framed pictures of Sweetheart and heart shaped candles around them. There's a long frame with gold on it, and inside of it is a nail set he got her his first time ever (that was three years ago 💀) She told him it was coming off, and she was so sad because he got it for her (he fell in love with her more because of that) so he helped her get them off, and he told her that he'll throw them away.

S I K E

once she left he threw them in his pocket so fast and ran off to his room 💀💀 and then there's a pedestal on the table, and it has a small, marble bust of Sweetheart he paid someone to do on etsy (HE LOVES ETSY IM NOT CHANGING MY MIND) and what's crazy is that all of its glued down to the table, and there's a button behind it, so he presses that button when Sweetheart comes around and the table top flips, being empty and he places magazines on the clean top 🧍‍♀️ THE MAN HAS A SECRET CONTRAPTION FOR HIS SHRINE

(You can't deny the fact that he prays to it as well. You CANT)

He's down horrifically bad. He wants her sO BADLY

well get tf in line BIG BOY CAUSE SO DOES EVERYONE ELSE

They don't really have shrines like Krueger (because he's delusional) but everyone does have a picture of Sweetheart or some sort of gift she's made them somewhere in their room. Or on them.

Like Alejandro has a small gold locket of Sweetheart he wears around his neck and NEVER TAKES IT OFF-- and when he's about to go on a mission, he kisses the locket, says a small prayer and puts it under his shirt, so he knows that he's protected and has someone to go back to (why am I making myself cry)

Rudy has a picture of Sweetheart framed with a letter she sent him on his desk with the little things she's made him. He reads the letter every time he misses her (WHY AM I DOING THIS TO MYSELF)

Ghost wears a braided friendship bracelet Sweetheart made him. (Its black and blue with lil skulls) He hides it on his left wrist with his glove, but he still wears it. When he's not around Sweetheart, he plays with the ties and smiles

Soap has like a little collage of pictures of Sweetheart and him on a corkboard. They take pictures when they're in a new country or state and collect weeds of flowers and give it to each other (SO CUTE I LOVE SOAP) and his sketchbook is FILLED of Sweetheart-- like he remembers what she looks like so much he sketches her from memory. And he uses a separate sketchbook for her, he calls it "Sweet's Looks".

Gaz only has one picture of her, and it's on his phone. It's Sweetheart cuddled up on his side, hand on his chest while watching a movie. It's obviously his home screen wallpaper (not his lock screen he can't handle that) he also has a little basket of different rocks Sweetheart has given him because she has a little basket of rocks he has given her as well (they're birds I tell ya)

Price has a photo of her in his hat. That's why he never lets anyone touch it, and his heart beats a little quicker when Sweetheart wears is hat cause he's nervous she's gonna see the picture (she has, and it's her and Brutus together and she squeals everytime in her mind)

Roach has a picture of Sweetheart taped to a bear. 🧍‍♀️ don't really wanna go into that one--

Alex has like- one of those photo booth type of pictures. Yk the ones that come in threes or fours. They went to a mall and Sweetheart HAD to get some. Alex uses his as a bookmark.

Now Horangi is like Krueger. He DOES have a shrine but it's in his closet. You will NEVER SEE IT.

König would have a shrine in his closet as well, but it's SMALL. Like two pictures and a good luck letter she wrote to him when he was on a mission. He's so soft for her good lord.

Graves has like.... I don't know a paperclip? That Sweetheart gave him? Think he still has that pen that Sweetheart forgot to take back. Still counts.

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[mybadlywrittenstories]

Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC) Part 2

Note: Hey guys this is just a quick little chapter but I assure you all I will be posting another very quickly Word Count: 856

Aeon and Jen laid in bed most of the night, after their daughter had interrupted the meeting with the shifters, things ended quickly afterwards. To most people, the change in the atmosphere would’ve been almost undetectable, however both Aeon and Jen were magic users and could feel like slight shimmer in the room as their eldest daughter Amelia made eye contact with one of the shifters, Paul Lahote. They both were very familiar with the wolf shifters lore, and very aware of the imprinting bond that had an unbreakable hold on them. Aeon had very swiftly ushered the pack towards the basement where they had set up a temporary guest bedroom situation for them—while Jen stayed sat on the couch. Complete and Utter Rage barely remaining contained.

“I don’t know how you can be so okay with this.” Jen gritted through her teeth, casting a sideways glare at the side of her husband’s head. His face was smooth and serene, if it had anyone else gazing upon him, they would’ve assumed him to be asleep; however, she knew better.

“You know, just as I do, that we are no match against fate, My dear.” His tone didn’t portray any emotion as he spoke, which made Jen’s blood boil.

“This isn’t her fate, Aeon.” She propped herself up on her elbow as she turned to fully face him, “Amelia is supposed to take over the Coven, not fall into some story-tale romance with a shifter of all people! We both know just how unruly and short tempered the shifters can be, and you’re just going to sit back and accept it?”

“My love,” He began opening his eyes to meet hers, “You know that I love you and the girls more than anything else in this entire realm. If I genuinely believed he posed some danger, of course I would be concerned. I do not mean to offend you my dear, but I fear you may be judging them a little too swiftly. Yes, the shifters are a formidable enemy, however only if you make them the enemy. The same wolf blood that causes their short tempers is also the same blood that makes them fiercely loyal and protective of those around them. You have also not seen them in battle, I have. Those few years ago when I was called upon to witness for the Cullens, I saw two wolf packs, fighting alongside each other all to protect the imprint of one of the wolves.” Aeon paused to look into the eyes of his wife and could tell the flame of her worry and anger had not been extinguished. “What else is troubling your mind?” He reached out gently, tracing the side of her face moonlit face.

“I just…” She breathed out, leaning into the loving touch of her husband, “She has barely lived, Aeon. Now, she’s supposed to go run off to Vegas and get married? How will she know this is what she wants?”

Aeon let out a breathy laugh. “No, my sweet, sweet, Jenny, I think you misunderstand the imprint bond.” The corners of his mouth tug into a small smile as he sees the look of confusion spread across her features. “Yes, the young man that is sleeping in our basement this very second, could possibly become the future lover of our daughter. That, however, is not for certain. All we can know at this moment is that he will be there for her, through thick and thin, protecting her and loving her in any way she needs, whether that is the love of a brother, best friend, or Lover. All this means for our daughter is that no matter what, she will always have someone by her side who has her best interests in mind.”

“Oh.” Is all she could say as she attempted to shift her way of thinking. A thick blanket of anxiety was wrapped tightly around her heart as she tried to consider what this means for her eldest daughter. If she was to take over the coven, she would benefit from a bodyguard. Having that much power in the magical world did come with a target on her back, and this Paul could make out to be a good protector.

She shook her head gently, dispelling the positive look she had taken on the situation, she still did not like this at all. She raised her daughters to pave their own road in life, not let anyone hold them back. This seemed all too… all too…

She let out a groan of frustration, letting her head fall onto her husband’s chest, as her mind failed to conjure the proper words to describe the feelings eating away at her. Aeon simply entangled his fingers into her hair and gently massaged her scalp, pressing a small kiss on top her head, “It will be alright, I assure you. Give it some time and I promise you will see.”

That was the final words exchanged between the two parents that night, they slipped into a deep sleep not long after, both minds full of thoughts of their dear daughter, Amelia.

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The Other Prince (nsfw)

bnha spoiler warning: Dabi is a Todoroki y/n is a princess set to marry Shoto Todoroki, but her heart lies with his reckless and cruel older brother Touya (Dabi). Here's a look into one of their nightly escapades.

Tags: kissing, oral (female receiving), nipple play, female ejaculation, vaginal penetration, choking, breeding kink, slapping, dominant Touya, submissive reader, some dubcon, alternate timeline

word count: 3.3k words

(sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes)

Touya was never fit to be king. His father, Enji, had figured this all too quickly when he observed his eldest son as a child. There was too much anger, too much hate. No heed to any rules and utter disrespect towards anyone who would merely walk the wrong side of the hallway or not bow immediately when they saw him. There was no desire to be kind, to be warm or understanding towards his people. No, there was nothing in Touya aside from his triumphs on the battlefield that could have made him fit to be king.

His second eldest son had already publicly declared he had no intent to rule, instead providing his services to the palaces healers to much of the peoples approval. How could Enji have made him king without breaking the hearts of his subjects.

Then came Shoto.

Shoto was seen as perfect in Enjis eyes. Yes. The perfect king to lead the kingdom Enji built to protect and rule. Not only was Shoto kind and respectable, he was smart and knew how to take care of any matter within the lands walls. He listened to his peoples pleas, came up with war plans, made city plans, built community centers for his people, had excellent marks in his education. Shoto was responsible and just , something Touya could never quite accomplish.

Of course, there was one thing Shoto would never truly have that Touya always would- you.

You had first met the Todorokis 3 months ago, when you had just freshly arrived from the neighboring kingdom. There were hopes the kingdoms would be joined together due to such heavy reliance on each others resources, and with war threatening to spill over from foreign lands, it was decided there would be a marriage taking place to aid both lands.

The marriage had been announced 1 month into your visit, and what you thought had just been a visit to discuss resource trading turned into much more. Your mother and father had left a week later, coming back in the later months once the wedding grew much closer.

You grew miserable in your room, tired of seeing the same red silks each and every day, the same red flame crest adorning your golden door, the same ruby and pearl necklaces taking turns on your neck. You grew weary and homesick, wanting nothing more than to go home and be in your own bed, surrounded by your maids and companions. But this was your home now.

You grew miserable of the same straight laced people you met, with nothing else to say but the same thing, as if they were all programmed to imitate one another.

That was, until you discovered Touya. His vicious remarks, his off-putting grin, the crudeness within his words. His forwardness, the way he acted a brute and took everything for himself. But what you most admired was his ability to walk freely. To be the man he was inside and to show it off as such, to be selfish. It drew you to him like a moth to a flame.

And Touya, ever so wanting something of his own, was a flame that welcomed welcomed the moth to burn within him. And that was what led you to him this very night, just as any other.

You quietly opened your heavy golden door before shutting it behind you, looking left and right into the marble and stone hallways before making your way towards his room. With only a dimly lit lantern to guide you, you placed one soft foot after the other, peeking over every corner to avoid any guards who were on night duty.

You ran quickly through an open hallway that connected the tower that held your room along with other guest rooms and the tower that held the royal quarters. The midnight breeze from the open and glassless stone archways making your cerulean silk nightgown appear as mere wings as you ran 40 stories above ground.

As you entered the large doorway at the other side of the hallway, it opened up slowly to reveal Touya at the other end of it. You looked up at your lover before he encircled his arm around your waist, bringing you in for a quick kiss.

As you pulled back to you could only help but to smile at him. You brought a hand up to cup his cheek, "I missed you Touya," you whispered.

He leaned into your hand, closing his eyes and letting them rest, "and i've missed you." He opened his eyes and took the hand on his cheek to his lips, kissing it before holding it in his, "We have to move quickly, got it? We can't have anyone seeing us like this."

You nodded quietly, tangling your fingers in his as you both moved quickly through the maze of hallways. Once you two reached his door, he shuffled through his keys till he found a key made of silver and sapphires, pushing it into the keyhole and turning the handle, gesturing his head for you to walk through. This had been your routine every night for the past month and half.

You walked into the room, releasing the breathe you had been holding in. You hear the door lock shut behind you before you're grabbed by the neck and pressed against the stone walls of Touyas chambers. His breathes grow heavy as pins keeps you up against the wall, kissing you with insatiable hunger. His hand keeps to your neck as he moves to stand between your weak legs. Wanting in, Touya gives your bottom lip a tug, his way of telling you to open up for him, to which you happily oblige. Not wasting another fleeting moment, his tongue darts for yours as the grip on your throat tightens, your vision beginning to get spotted.

Touya, satisfied with the kiss, gives your lip one last bite before pulling away and releasing his grip on your throat. You gasp for air as he cups both of your cheeks and forces your head up to look at him. He looks down on your candlelight lit face, cock hardening by each second before giving you a peck on the lips and lifting you up over his shoulder and walking towards his bed.

Touya throws you onto his black silk sheets, watching your tits bounce in the thin nightgown as you hit the mattress. You giggle, catching him stare as you open your arms to him, watching him crawl over you on his knees as you lay between his legs. Touya wastes no time kissing you again, pawing at your tits through the thin silk fabric. Touya pauses his kisses and gives your left nipple a sharp pinch, making you yelp out.

You pout and look at him, "what was that for? you know they're still sensitive, my monthly course had just ended 7 nights ago," giving his arm a slight nudge.

Touya uses his other free hand to grip at your throat, moving towards your ear, "seeing you in those damned red gowns all day had my blood boiling, and you perhaps want me to care whether your tits can take a pinch or not?"

You cup his cheek, feeling somewhat guilty, "Touya, you know I had no control over what the seamstresses had made for me, I wasn't even informed till they had already finished with the gowns"

He rolled his eyes, letting go of your throat and licking your jugular. "Next time, how about you request a navy blue gown? Wear it to the next ball and dance with Shoto in it, then later take my seed into you while you wear it"

You smiled at his jealousy, "ill let the seamstresses know next time then my prince," relaxing your body as Touya left dark bite marks around your neck. Finished with your neck, the prince moves down to his favorite part of you- your tits. Groping them, he feels for the hardening nipple underneath, watching it poke through the silk as his mouth water. He slips the straps down hurriedly, watching as they bounce out from the thin fabric as he kneads them in his hands,

You moan softly, feeling his calloused hands palm and squeeze at your sensitive tits. Without much patience left, Touya latches on to your nipple as you gasp from his roughness. You hold onto his head, your fingers through his hair, "ah, my prince please I-, they're still tender and sensitive from my course," your voice shaking,

Touya ignores your pleas and gives your nipple a sharp nip, satisfied seeing as your tense up.

"Touya, please, theyre too sensitive right now" you say, in a more assertive tone.

The prince lets go of the nipple in his mouth with a pop, bringing his stony face up to look at you. "Princess, shut the fuck because im not stopping." he coldly states before moving back down to your tender nipples and latching on.

You begin to writhe under his body as he roughly suckles on your nipples, making you shake and cry out his name with pleas. When he gives your nipple a harsh tug between his teeth, you cry out, trying to push his head away from your abused flesh. You're immediately met with a harsh grip on your throat, crushing your airways. Touya gives you a look that makes you shut up, his darkened eyes and furrowed brow making sure you won't be pushing at him to get away tonight.

You can only writhe under him as he abuses your tits, giving hickies on the fleshy under parts of them, pinching, pulling and biting at your nipples. When he's done with your nipples, he gives both a lick and a kiss.

Touya begins to kiss the area between your tits, talking between kiss. "You dont have a clue as to what seeing you in this blue night dress does to me"

You shyly smile, "its your colors my prince"

He lifts the bottom portion of the nightdress up your legs and ass, cock aching against his silken pajamas, "which is exactly as to why I want to fuck myself into you that much harder." The silk all bunches up together at your stomach, exposing everything to the prince

Touya grabs your legs by the back of the knees, spreading your legs all the way till you can see your ankles to the left and right of your head. You give a slight whimper as Touya eyes your exposed cunt for him, whispering "all mine" before licking a stripe down your slit.

Your hips immediately give a slight jolt as you still aren't used to him licking you there yet. He takes the tip of his tongue from the outer opening of your cunt all the way up to your clit before licking a thick stripe between your puffy pussy lips, lapping up any wetness that is leaking out now. When his tongue begins to lap at your clit, you throw your head back to let out a moan. Your hands find his hair as his fucks his thick tongue in and out of your pussy, your hips thrusting upwards to meet his tongue. But when he latches on to your clit and suckles, your swear you see stars as your eyes roll to the back of your head as the familiar feeling begins to boil up inside you.

"aw princess what's wrong, gonna cum everywhere already? I haven't even stuck my cock into you yet and you're already about to squirt everywhere." Touya grins, knowing only he can do this to you. You're about the deny his claims out of pride, but your sentence is cut to a stop by one of his thick, calloused fingers slipping into your leaking cunt. "Sorry princess what was that? I couldn't hear you over the wet fucking noises your pussy is making", curling his finger as he fucked it into you.

Struggling to find your lost voice, you try to grab at his arm to slow him down, "T-Touya please, its gonna come out everywhere if you keep going, I can't, I- Touya please I can't!". You want for him to slow down, give your puffy cunt a rest but all he gives is a dry laugh, shoving another finger into your abused hole.

"Can't what huh? Can't have your pussy squirting everywhere? Princess you're about to fuckin cum and we both know it, so dont hold shit back you got that?" Touya barks at you, moving his head lower so he's eye level with your cunt.

You try to bring your trembling hands to push at his head but the grip on his hair tightens when Touya uses his free hand to pull back the hood of your clit, giving it licks with the tip of his tongue.

"T-Touya, fuck i-, what was that!" you moan out, legs beginning to tremble and shake uncontrollably.

He pulls his tongue back from your clit and rubs small, tight circles on the hood of your clit, pumping his fingers in and out as you go tense up, eyes rollings to the back of your head. You try to form a sentence but only small mumbles can come out.

"Thats it baby, just like that, cum all over your kings fingers like a good bitch" he coos, feeling that all too familiar pulse from your cunt as you cry out, squirting everywhere.

Touya opens his mouth to catch it as it sprays uncontrollably out of you, still fucking his fingers in and out of you wanting more, "I want every last fucking drop of it princess, so keep on squirting it out for me like the good bitch you are for your king."

Your body falls limp onto the bed as the last of it sprays out of you. You can only weakly whimper as Touya laps at your pussy, licking up your soaked thighs and cunt as to not waste a single drop. His fingers slide out of you, your cunt suddenly feeling empty as he suckles on his fingers coated with your cum.

You can feel sleep entering your system, so tired from the orgasm you just had to endure. You want to sleep, but the grip on your hair to pull your head up has you waking up.

"Not so fucking fast princess, you think you can cum like that and then give me nothing?", his grip on your hair tightening.

You wince from the pain of it, "Im sorry Touya, I feel so tired right now, please", pleading with your prince. Though, he was never really known to listen to others as he slaps you awake.

Your head spins as your cheek burns from the slap.

Touya grins, content with awakening you. "There we go princess, all wide awake for me again." Touya begins to unbutton his navy blue silk pajamas, taking off the soaked material. He gets up, walking to the other side of the giant bed where its dry, grabbing your ankle to drag your weak body to the edge of the bed. You weakly whisper protests as Touya grabs you from behind your knees, push your legs all the way open till your cunt lays open and exposed, a small trickle of your creamy cum running out of your abused hole. The sight of it makes his cock leak even more precum as he stands over you, relishing the view of your broken body.

Wasting no more time, he grabs to ropes, tying each one to your ankle and tying the tethered ropes to the bedposts near your head, your legs spread and your cunt open, too tired to fight it. He always tied your legs like this to make sure you wouldn't be able to close them no matter how hard your tried.

Now in front of you again, the forsaken prince took his cock, popping the thick head of it inside your cunt, cursing under his breathe from the tightness that he would never get used to. He watches your puffy cunts lip spread open wider and wider to accommodate his thick cock till its all the way in.

The brutal stretch had you awake as tears formed in your eyes from pain. There would never be any amount of preparation that would ever make it not hurt for you.

The prince cups your cheek, comforting you. "Shh, its okay princess, just bear with it for now okay? it always feels good later doesn't it?". You nod, trying to not cry.

Slowly, he brings his cock out of you, watching as it shines in the moonlight from your wetness. His cock is almost entirely out of you with only the head sitting inside when he slams it back into you, making you cry out his name as he begins to fuck you without mercy, not giving you much time to adjust.

Squelching noises and wet slaps begin to fill the room as you helpless cry out from being fucked by your prince.

"Fuck, its like your pussy was made for me princess" Touya groans out, watching as a creamy white ring forms on the base of his cock from your cunt.

Tears begin to stream out from your eyes as he begins to hit your cervix. "Touya, please its too much! you have to slow down, I can't-i can't take it like this please".

"Take it like what princess? You dont wanna take it like the slut you are?," Touya jeers at you, his hand snaking its way to squeezing your bouncing tits. "Fuck, these are gonna feed our kids one day", Touya lost in a trance watching them bounce from each thrust. "you'd want that, wouldnt you? Your pussy just tightened up, you wanna be my breeding bitch, princess?" He situates himself onto the bed now, his body pressed against yours now as you fucks you in deep, hard strokes.

Your hands reach to cup for his face, "Touya you know we can't, im set to marry Shoto."

"And so fucking what? Everyone can watch as your belly grows day by day, they'll think it belongs to that piece of shit when its really my seed growing in you. Tch, and when the brat comes out looking like me, i'll proudly claim it as mine", his grip tightening on your throat.

"T-touya, please-" you begin as another orgasm bubbles up, but he cuts you off.

"You want it just as much as I do, want me to fuck a brat into you, claim you as mine once and for all." His pace begins to quicken, the thought of breeding you making him seed threaten to spill into you.

You hold he's face close to yours, wanting it just as much as he does, "f-fuck, Touya you know I do".

"Then give me as many heirs as I want, let me breed you over and over, show everyone in this fucking palace who owns your cunt, he'll never be able to have you ever, ill make sure of it", his hips snapping into yours now as you cunt clenches down on his. "fuck, princess you're clamping down on my cock so tight, you wanna have my brats that bad huh? Wanna be pumped full of my cum till I knock you up?

"Touya!" you whine out, "please, its-its gonna happen again"

"fuck, gonna cum for me again princess?", the Prince's breathing becoming jagged.

You begin a sentence but is cut off when your prince's finger reaches your clit, making your cunt spams around his cock. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and when Touya feels you squirting all over his hips and legs, he goes limp and spills his seed deep inside you, cumming with you.

He kisses your forehead after you quickly fall asleep with his cock still inside you before sleeping on top of you. He sleeps hoping that tonight would be the night he'd finally impregnate you and make his for eternity, making sure Shoto will never have you.

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi smut #dabi x you #touya x y/n #dabi #mha todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #mha #mha touya #touya x reader

[yilinggusu]

The contrast of this scene where Nuea asks Sailom if he can be a part of his secret compared to the Prapai and Sky wedding in episode 1. Both stories are set in the same universe but I love the contrast of Prapai and Sky and Sailom and Nuea.

Sailom is friends with Prapai who is very open with his relationship with Sky. Prapai's family know Prapai likes men and women, Prapai's siblings are both gay and their family doesn't care. Prapai's family love and support him and his siblings no matter who they like. Prapai and Sky also have people who love them and support their relationship. While Sailom is alone and has to hide the fact that he is gay through a lavender marriage. They only people who know he is gay are Yiwa and Marine and even their relationship takes place in secret.

The look of relief on Sailom's face when Nuea tells him he will be part of his secret and that he will be on Sailom's side from now on. Sailom had long decided he would be alone for the rest of his life. He doesn't want to be with anyone else so when Yiwa comes up with her plan of getting married so she can be with Marine, Sailom agrees to do it. He loves Yiwa as a sister and would clearly do anything for her at the expense of his own happiness. The marriage also serves as cover to get his overbearing controlling mother to leave him alone and the same goes for Yiwa. It's the perfect cover or arrangement for them both.

The way Sailom breaks down and starts crying when Nuea tells him he will always be on his side. For how long has Sailom being carrying the burden of being closeted and feeling like he is alone in the world. How long had he been telling himself he will never love anyone or that no one would love him because if he did have a relationship then it would have to be a secret. How long had Sailom being wanting something like what Yiwa and Marine had but knowing he would never have it. How long did he have to watch Yiwa and Marine being happy and in love right in front of him and pretend he was okay. Did he lie there at night with the crushing weight of knowing he would never have what Yiwa/Marine have. That he would always be alone.

The relief he must have felt when Nuea agreed to be with him and be part of a secret. Not many people would want to be a secret but Nuea knows why Sailom has to hide in the closet. Nuea knows his own culture and society and understands not everyone is accepting of people being gay. With Nuea, Sailom has someone to share that burden with him. Even Yiwa was pushing him towards Nuea because she wants him to be happy.

The Sailom and Nuea scene is darkly light showing the relationship takes place in secret where no one knows about them only Sailom and Nuea and a few others. The last shot of them in bed is so soft and vulnerable. They are all alone and they only have each other.

Compared to Prapai and Sky who are out in the open in broad daylight with supportive family and friends watching as they get married.

It must have been hard for Sailom to watch his friend get married out in the open and have supportive family and friends there to witness it Unlike Sailom whose mother is clearly not supportive at all. Prapai and Sky's relationship takes place out in the open for everyone to see while Sailom and Nuea's relationship has to take place in shadows and remain a secret to protect Sailom.

If the shit hits the fan next week with Sailom's mother then I want Sailom and Nuea to go Chaing Mai or go hang out with Prapai and Sky for a while. I cant wait for next week. If you read my ramblings then thanks for reading it and I hope it wasn't too bad.

#wedding plan the series #wedding plan ep6 #sailom x namnuea #prapaisky #lomnuea

[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Chikage Mini Talks Translation “Ah, My Dearly Beloved”

Learning Heia period trivia with Chikage and a challenge with Sakyo

Mini Talk 1

Chikage

In the Heian period, people usually only gave their real names to those who were close to them. You’d rarely even get a glimpse of someone’s face.*

Even the main character in “The Tale of Genji”, Hikaru Genji, uses a common name. 

They’d communicate with letters and waka poems, and when they visit each other’s homes to talk face-to-face it’d be through formal speech. You’d have to use your imagination and guess what kind of person who you’re talking to is.

If you ask me, that’s pretty useful in a lot of ways I think.

How come?

…I wonder, who knows.

Mini Talk 2

Chikage

I’m thinking of making an Autumn-themed curry palette.

It’d be nice to add some mushrooms or other autumnal ingredients, maybe even add grapes or chestnuts as a secret ingredient.

It should still be sufficiently spicy, of course. I wonder which spices I should use.

I’ll consult with the Spicy Cuisine Research Society too. Citron comes up with some surprisingly interesting ideas.

The taste of autumn and spices will come together beautifully. I’ll make a mean curry for you, so you can count on me, Director-san.

Mini Talk 3

Chikage

I’m not exactly big on romance novels, when it comes to stories from the Heian period however… ethically, I find it questionable; personally, I find it intriguing.

The very customs of love and marriage were determined and influenced by one’s values and background back then. It was pretty interesting for me to learn about it.

Like how someone would marry for the sake of the family, and they’d grow richer in doing so.

…I figured those kinds of values suit me. It’d still be a pain in the ass, though.

Well… someone that loves spices like I do, good-natured, a bit of a mess and worth protecting——.

If there was a noblewoman like a certain someone like that somewhere, I might be willing to be by her side.

…Kidding.

Chikage & Sakyo talk

Chikage

Ah, Sakyo-san, just who I was looking for.

Sakyo

…What do you want?

Chikage

I was planning on doing Hyakunin Isshu* for role-building, now I’m looking for someone to compete with me.

Could I ask you to be my rival?

Sakyo

It could’ve been anyone else, doesn’t have to be me.

Chikage

Oh don’t say that just yet, I didn’t say it’ll be for free. …Hear me out first.

*Chikage whispers something to Sakyo* 

…

Sakyo

!

…Stay true to your word.

Chikage

Of course. I’ll even wrap it up in a plastic bag and hand it to you myself.

Sakyo

…Alright. I’ll bite.

Chikage

Pleasure doing business with you.

Sakyo

This is for role-building, you better not cut any corners.

Chikage

Go easy on me.

———— T/Ns: ————

 What Chikage is talking about here is the tradition of women covering their heads or faces when faced with strangers during the Heian era; this is due to the patriarchy setting societal rules for women, this practice eventually dissolved as time and society progressed.

You can read more about it here. Another article with sources.

 I’m guessing Chikage is talking about Hyakunin Isshu karuta competitions. Hyakunin Isshu refers to 100 specially selected waka poems from the Nara period to the Kamakura period. In a nutshell, karuta competitions involve reciting certain poem cards, and when they get to a certain point, you swat away the card. Whoever gets to it first wins, it’s a game of agility and discipline.

#a3 translation #a3! translation #a3 event story translation #a3! event story translation #ah my dearly beloved #chikage utsuki #sakyo furuichi #a3 #a3!

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    

🌿ESFJ 🍁Slytherin 📜Lawful Good 🔮Leo Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising

SFW🌿

・As a half-elf, you weren’t welcomed into the Elvish land, culture or customs. Your mother had been in love with an elf, and although they wanted to be together, he was killed in battle. 

・You know how to heal, energise, calm and hurt. Herbs are your speciality. And your cottage is full of them.

・Both inside and outside of your property, beings are instantly calmed once they step foot on your land

・You have bushes of lavender, a huge garden full of herbs and flowers. Even your own vegetable patch

・The fellowship had come looking for help

・You knew Gandalf because of his travels, and you were more than happy to aid the group

・Aragorn was very polite, and an absolute gentleman

・Pippin and Merry asked you nearly a million questions about your life, your work and way of living 

・Legolas was absolutely charmed by you. Although he didn’t show it, he was delighted by your knowledge. You often verbally sparred with him at dinnertime. And the whole table would laugh at your jests

・But your dog, Findis (you call him Fin), would not leave one member of the group alone. Fin’s brown tail couldn’t stop wagging whenever Boromir was around. 

・And you had always taken Fin as a good judge of character - well, one of the best actually. 

・There were many late nights, when you were up, milling about the cottage 

・And Boromir would wake, finding you outside, setting up things to charge underneath the moonlight 

・It was those moments, when you were alone, that you got to know each other

・And each night he would wake, watching you, asking if you needed any help

・For the most part you declined help, but said he could stay to give you some company 

・When it was time for the fellowship to leave, Boromir was sad to say goodbye.  

・And without thinking, he promised that he would return

・When the fellowship left, each had a potion, protection charm and/or knowledge on how to heal themselves

・Months later, Boromir returned

・When he returned, his smile was so big it gave you butterflies

・You knew he was in line to inherit a kingdom, so you didn’t expect much to come from your friendship. 

・Boromir had spent a lot of time at your cottage. Sleeping in a spare room, or on the lounge. 

・The friendship was morphing into something romantic. And the desire was so strong that Boromir had to leave for 2 weeks. He couldn’t kiss you without promising life with you.

・So he went to his father, and told him he was going to marry you.

     “A witch? Who lives in a cottage on the outskirts of a kingdom? You cannot marry them. I forbid it.” 

  “Then the crown will go to Faramir. I will not marry anyone else.” 

・And so ... he came back to you. 

・Boromir knelt on one knee and pulled a ring from his pocket. 

    “Will you do the honour of marrying me, Y/N?” 

・You married. And it was a glorious affair. 

・It was supposed to be small. But he invited all he knew: the Hobbits, the Elves, the Dwarves. 

・And they came and witnessed your marriage and celebrated after. 

・Life with Boromir was difficult at first, you didn’t want to leave your home. And he had responsibilities to honour. 

・Yet somehow you both make it work. 

・Boromir is the first to wake, always 

・And he makes you a herbal tea and writes you a note if you do not wake in time to see him off 

・He always comes to you for advice 

・And likes to bring you to counsel meetings whenever they’re held

・Sometimes you get odd looks from the townsfolk but that will wear off in time. They just need to get to know you

・Fin loves that Boromir is around permanently. He always takes Fin for walks (which makes him love the tall human even more but that’s not really possible since he already adores him)

・Helps you with spells; foraging for the right ingredients, buying you whatever you don’t have in town etc

・Boromir likes when you cup his cheek and rub your thumb over parts of his face, especially his lips

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: My love 

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Quality Time and Acts of Service

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Crazy In Love by the Midnite String Quartet

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

  ✧ You Fell First But He Falls Harder

  ✧ Looks Scary But Is Actually Soft (Boromir) x Looks Soft But Could Kill You (You)

  ✧ “You wear the pants in this relationship” (You say to Boromir) x “Oh I wish, I cannot control you at all” (Boromir replies, always with a laugh)

I just want to say thank you to @leniabranch for giving me insight into each of the LotR characters. She did it in her own time and did not have to at all, but it helped me so much in writing for these characters. So thank you! I think Boromir is one of my favourite characters now 💗

#boromir x reader #boromir headcanons #boromir x you #boromir x witch reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings headcanons #lotr #lotr headcanons #lotr x witch reader #tolkien #witchthewriter #headcanons #dating would include #would include #boyfriend headcanons #lotr fanfiction #lotr reader insert #reader insert #lord of the rings fanfiction

[heavyhitterheaux]

Commitment

AN: Jackman is fed up with your antics

Synopsis: Jack is tired of following you around like a lost puppy hoping to put a title as to what you two are. With your reputation, you don't know if fully committing to him will hurt you in the long run. So, therefore you have a decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Toxic!Reader

Requested by: the lovely @bsisbsjssjs​ 😘😘

It hadn’t been entirely a secret that you had commitment issues when it came to relationships.

And who could blame you?

You were known around the world, had millions of fans, and had the ability to have everything and everyone that your heart desired.

Why settle for one when you were able to have multiple at one time?

People always mentioned how you moved on from relationships entirely too fast, but you simply just shrugged it off.

The longest relationship that you had since coming into the spotlight only lasted for nine months.

Of course they always labeled you as being the reason why they always ended and not the other person who was involved.

Okay, so maybe you were the problem, but they didn’t need to know that.

They also saw what you let them see and the bottom line is that they needed to mind their own fucking business.

And you just kept it moving. 

When you saw something or someone that you wanted, you always made the first move, not letting anything get in your way.

You were the queen of shooting your shot.

Besides, you have a pretty good track record of not being rejected.

Oh, and if he was married?

A bonus. 

The married men couldn’t stay away from you. 

Jack Harlow had left you breathless in early 2020 and you haven’t come up for air since.

You noticed that he was a little cutie pie and because of your status, he would need someone like you to help get him exposure and boost his fanbase.

You admit that he was extremely talented, there was no denying that. 

He was the first person that you didn’t grow tired of in six months and you were honestly starting to get a little scared.

I mean, you had a reputation to protect and you couldn’t let anyone on to how you were going soft for this little white boy from Louisville, Kentucky.

He was actually interested in your hopes and dreams and cared about what you had to say no matter how big or small that it was.

You would just tell him each time that he brought it up that you needed just a little bit more time.

You wanted to be with him.

Truly, you did.

But, you just didn’t know if it was the right time to fully commit to someone, especially with someone who was on the rise like he was.

You knew that he grew frustrated with you at times and he did his best not to show it.

However, the people around him were tired of you stringing him along like a little lost puppy promising him a relationship in the future.

“Y/N! Your phone has gone off at least seven times in the past thirty minutes. Can you answer lover boy please?” Your best friend Tiffany had asked you as she was handing you your phone and you proceeded to roll your eyes.

You were currently on the set of a new photoshoot promoting your new album and just sat down to take a break.

You had a few minutes before the next outfit change and the current heels that you were wearing were getting on your nerves.

“Hmm, I guess I could.”

“You know you’re dead wrong for that sis. He will follow you to the end of the earth if it was left up to him. What is taking you so long to commit? He has it bad for you.”

“If I commit, how will that make me look?”

“It’ll look like you finally managed to stop being a hoe and going after married men.”

“Bitch, that was only twice. Not my fault.”

“Oh, yes baby. It is your fault for breaking up a happy home and it was definitely more than twice. Keep telling yourself that. I love you but you can be toxic as hell at times.”

“Well, what can I say? This bomb ass pussy always keeps them coming back for more.” You replied while shrugging and not having a care in the world.

“You are something else, I swear. Answer your man.”

You rolled your eyes before clicking accept and Tiffany had left the room to give you a little privacy.

“Hi, baby boo! What’s going on?” You answered with a smile on your face.

“Hey, mamas. Not much, just wanted to check on you. How’s everything going?”

“It’s going well. Almost done with the photoshoot and then I’m off for the next two days before I have to get ready for the fashion show.”

“Hmm, I hope you take some time out for yourself to get some rest.”

“I promise I will. I appreciate you looking out for me.”

“Of course, mamas. I moved some things around so that I would be able to make it to see you walk in the show.”

Now your breath hitched in your throat.

This was the last thing that you were expecting, but honestly you shouldn’t be surprised.

You had a lot of your... connections on the guest list and the last thing that you wanted was for all of them to be in the same place.

You did your best to keep them away from one another even though they did run within the same circles. 

They knew your reputation, and you knew theirs.

Jack was someone that you wanted to solely keep for yourself.

He wasn’t officially yours, but if someone tried to make a move on YOUR man, there would be hell to pay.

“Aww, baby! You didn’t have to do that!”

“Well, I wanted to and it’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen you sooo....”

“I can’t wait to see you. But since you told me that you were coming, I’ll set aside something special that is for your eyes only.”

“Mamas, don’t start. Getting me bricked up and shit.”

“Hmm, I’ll start, but I’ll make sure you finish.”

“Y/N....”

“Gotta go now baby. Almost done with my shoot and I promise to Facetime you later.”

“You better not be wearing anything when you do.”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

---

It was the morning of your big fashion show presenting your latest lingerie designs and you couldn’t be more excited.

Jack had flew in the night before and the two of you were currently laying next to each other in the king size bed in the hotel room bare from your activities from the night before.

You had a feeling that something had been on his mind and you were just hoping that it wasn’t what you thought it was.

He was going to bring it up sooner or later, but you already had your answer memorized in your head.

“I do want to be with you, but right now just isn’t a good time.”

“Y/N....”

“What’s wrong?”

“I... look what are we doing?”

“What do you mean, babe? I just got done sucking your dick, but if you want...”

“No, that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Then, what?”

“We have literally been off and on for two years. I see you around other dudes, I don’t say shit since you always say I’m the only one you really checking for. But come on, something has gotta give by now.”

“I feel that what we have is a good thing.”

“Hmm, good for you, right?”

“Jack...”

“No, it seems like you only try to hit me up when it’s convenient for you and you probably don’t give a flying fuck what is going on with me.”

“Babe, that is not true.” You answer him while beginning to sit up.

“Oh, it’s not? You know that I love you, I’ve told you this plenty of times before and you know what your answer is every single time?”

“I love you too?” You answered in the form of a question not really wanting for this conversation to escalate.  

“Y/N... see this is why I didn’t want to bring this shit up. You never take me seriously.”

“But, I do, babe. I promise that I do.. it’s just right now just isn’t a good time.”

“Then when will it be a good time?! How much longer are you going to string me along for? You either commit to me or leave these other dudes alone, or we’re done. I see the new jewelry, I see the outfits, I see the shoes, and I also saw that damn cartier bracelet that you had no business accepting from any other man who is not me. You think I don’t see this shit?”

That instantly made you get a look of disbelief on your face.

“Wait, babe. Let’s talk about this.” You made a motion to take his hand into yours, but he quickly shut that down. 

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

“I do love you, it’s just...”

“You just want to be able to sleep with me along with a bunch of married men too?”

Fuck, that was a low blow.

“I...”

“Look, I’m about to leave. I’ll see you tonight, but I do expect an answer within twenty four hours. Because either at this point, you’re my girl or you’re not. If you don’t want to commit to me, then you need to leave my ass alone and go on about your business so I can find someone who actually wants to be with me.”

“Babe, please don’t be like this. I do want to be with you.”

Were your eyes actually starting to water?

What the fuck?

Were you actually showing.... feelings?

“Like I said, I’ll see you tonight.” Jack calmly said as he made a motion to get up and get dressed.

“Wait, you aren’t even going to kiss me before you leave?”

“Not until I get my answer. Besides, maybe I should stop kissing girls who don’t know if they want to be with me or not.”

You were left dumbfound laying on the bed and you didn’t know what to make of that last conversation.

Now, if you were to commit to him, you could see yourself being truly happy and knowing that Jack would be able to give you the relationship that you deserved.

And if you didn’t, there would be a whole lot of shit that you would be giving up.

The question was, were you actually ready to only be a one man type of woman and give Jack the relationship from you that he deserves?

You were actually surprised that he kept crawling back to you after two years even if you were doing actions that some would call embarrassing in these streets as it pertains to you committing to him.

The conversation that you had earlier in the day with Jack had been weighing on you.

Your team could tell that something was wrong with you, but didn’t want to flat out ask you what it was. 

Tiffany knew for a fact that it probably had to do with Jack, but for right now she was trying to keep her mouth shut.

But, she did admit that saying “I told you so” to your face would have felt good for her to do. 

You were her best friend and she loved you to no end, but you deserved to be happy and so did Jack.

Even if that meant that you two had to go your separate ways. 

He was literally all that you could ask for in a man, so she couldn’t quite understand why you wouldn’t just say yes to him.

What she didn’t know is that you haven’t said yes to him because you were scared. 

Not scared of Jack in any way, shape, or form.

But scared that your heart will be broken.

Ever since that relationship ended when you were 21 that you swore you would never talk about, you had made it up in your mind that you would never be put in that type of situation again.

So, then you decided that if a man is able to sleep around and get as many girls as he wanted, why couldn’t you do the same thing without having any strings attached?

Your heart was guarded, and Jack was slowly breaking down those walls one by one. 

Maybe you weren’t as cold hearted as people had originally perceived you to be. 

All of the models had walked already and they were waiting on you to debut the last look.

This was the one that you had originally set aside for Jack and you couldn’t wait for him to see it.

As your stylist was helping you into your heels, Tiffany popped up beside you to check on you.

“He’s actually is here, if you were wondering.”

You simply nodded your head, but still kept a sour look on your face. 

At the last minute, before the big argument that you two had, you asked Jack to perform First Class as you wore the last look of the night on the runway to make it extra special.

You were surprised that he didn’t back out yet, but he did promise that he would still be coming to see you. 

“Look all I’m going to say is that you can continue to be miserable or actually give him an answer. He wants you and only you and EVERYONE can see that.”

“What if I get hurt?” You quietly asked and hoping that tears wouldn’t start to form in your eyes. 

“Bitch, you’re hurting yourself as we speak! Look if things go left, even though I have a feeling that they won’t, we kick his ass.”

You didn’t bother responding as Tiffany fixed one of your curls that had gotten out of place.

“Now, go out there and show those other dudes that you are taken.”

You took a deep breath before making your way to the runway.

Once you heard the familiar tune of Jack starting the second verse, you knew that it was your cue to go.

You took a deep breath before stepping onto the runaway and all you heard was screams erupting from the crowd. 

Your breath hitched in your throat when you laid your eyes on him.

He looked good as hell and you couldn’t wait for him to tear this lingerie off of you later.

If he still wanted to be with you that is.

At this point, you probably couldn’t blame him if he rejected you.

You admit that would hurt like hell, but you couldn’t be mad at anyone but yourself. 

It hadn’t been a full twenty four hours, but you knew what your answer was going to be and knew that it wasn’t about to change. 

As you made your way to the end of the runway, you looked to the left and there he was smiling and standing next to you.

You couldn’t help but to smile back as he twirled you around to get a good look of your outfit that left little to the imagination as he finished his verse.

“Damn, mamas” Jack whispered in your ear while taking in the sight in front of him.

“Yes.” You softly whispered back as the other models who walked in the show began to make their way back onto the runway as the instrumental to First Class started to play.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girl.”

“You serious? Like you cuttin off every other dude?”

You didn’t plan on having a full blown conversation with him on the runaway, but here you were.

“For you, yes.” You confessed as you nodded your head. 

“That’s all I’ve been wanting to hear.” Jack replied as he then brought you into a kiss resulting in you smiling and more screams erupting from the crowd.

You then made eye contact with Tiffany who had made her way back to her seat as soon as she helped give you a pep talk and fix your hair.

“It’s about damn time.” She whispered and smiled at you.

As happy as he was, little did you know that Jack was ready to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Two were able to play this game and he was determined to take down the queen. 

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Baby trapping: Aftermath

What happened afterwards?

Afab but gender neutral

Baby trapping

Tw: Baby trapping/ Pregnancy/ Child birth/ Yandere/ Canon divergence

It had been a couple of weeks since the aphrodisiac incident between you and Wesker. He seemed to be way more clingy afterwards, protective essentially. He always saw you home, checked up on you, had lunch and sometimes dinner with you, would do paper work with you. Anything just to be near you. Neither of you brought up the incident, not that you needed to. It was obvious that it made you closer, however you were a little scared that it was only out of lust. This would be proved to be wrong as he asked you out on a date, both romantically and to talk about what had happened in the lab.

You two seemed to have talked the night away, ending up at his place, and just spending it in each other’s arms. It seemed like a casual relationship, but then you started to feel sick every morning. To be safe, you got one pregnancy test…one test became two, and two became three. It was pretty obvious what you had to tell Wesker the next day…as well as Irons for leave. You were never going to tell anyone what happened in that lab, nor were you going to tell who the dad was to anyone on the team. God you could just hear Jill and Chris if they found out.

So…with a little hesitation you did tell Wesker. Within a box, wrapped neatly. When Jill questioned about it, you just said it was a gift for him for protecting you on a solo mission a while back. It wasn’t…entirely untrue. Just a couple omitted details is all.

But when he opened that box? God. Did he love what was inside. Confirmed pregnancy test. Meaning all of his scheming to get to investigate that lab, to “accidentally” bump into the aphrodisiac case, to finally, finally having you all for himself was worth it and paying off. You two immediately had a chat outside of work, him utterly fascinated by the pregnancy. He treated you like glass, while you chastised him for doing so. Wesker helped you submit your leave to Irons, making sure it would get approved when the rest of STARS team would be deployed in the mansion. He also made sure no one else knew about why you were taking leave, just saying it was some personal matters and nothing more.

He would visit your home all the time, bringing food, helped clean around the house, helped set up a baby room, or baby proofed some of the house. It felt so sweetly domestic. It really felt like you two were settling down and starting a family together, well you were but this home for you and his future child was only temporary. Soon you’d be his spouse, taking care of your two’s family, out of danger, and living as pampered as you deserved. Wesker brought up that since you would be having his child, maybe you two should marry as soon as possible, to make it easier to raise the kid. Seeing no real problem in his plan, you agreed. Much to his delight.

With some undercover umbrella as your witness, you two were married and were set on building a life for your child. As your stomach grew the more fascinated he became with your body, kissing the bump as you two laid cuddled on your couch or bed. Hand constantly on your bump when cooking together. Just so utterly fascinated.

When the mansion incident happened you wouldn’t know until they arrived back. However, they didn’t arrive back quick enough. Wesker did though. He made sure to take you away from the city he deemed too filthy for his family. He also made sure to make it seem like there was a struggle and a kidnapping, and also stole all the baby stuff from the house. You would never know why, nor would you know. He said there was an emergency, and that you two needed to move for safety. No one will ever know that you were with child, or that you are with his child. He needed you, he wanted you to be safe. And so, you were in a new place far far away from cities, just a small town in a very rural area. An easy place to hide his own mansion, to hide you, and a small town filled with his own employees.

When you had given birth to your son, he was ecstatic. Holding you close, and holding your newborn close to both of you. You had given him the greatest gift of all, and something to further his plans without you even knowing. He would watch his son grow up, and you his beloved spouse made the perfect parent. His son would never go wanting but also making sure he didn’t grow up spoiled.

The little copy of your husband loved to follow him around at home. Not that he minded. Your son was living proof of your love and devotion for Wesker. And by the time those fools figure out what happened all those years ago, it’s already too late.

And so to Perseus, the son, a legacy.

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Something that really bugs me about team black is that they call the greens evil, including Alicent, yet they defend Daemon to the ends of the earth.

Like if the guy who had a toddler killed in revenge isn't evil neither is the woman who never killed anyone and was instead just kind of catty. It doesn't matter if it's bookAlicent or showAlicent. Even at her worst she was just kind of a bitch (her insulting Rhaenyra's dead sons for example). Last time I checked being judgey and rude wasn't on par with having a toddler killed.

It doesn't matter if she bad mouthed Rhaenyra to her kids everyday and talked about how much she wished the woman dead--if Daemon is good at heart even after Blood & Cheese, so is Alicent. I'm sorry but idk how anyone can seriously call Alicent evil in the same breath as praising daemon as a good guy.

It really comes across as misogynistic that a male character can murder an innocent little kid and still be considered good deep down, while all a woman has to do to be labeled evil is *checks notes* be a bit mean.

Apart from just misogyny creating a huge double standard, I think in regards to Alicent (speaking just to the show for now) this stems from the genuine belief that the war was avoidable, so all the subsequent deaths are on her hands or something. But it wasn't avoidable. It might have been if the generation before Alicent and Rhaenyra had made different decisons, but by the time they're adults it would have taken a lot to escape the path that had been set out for them. That's a big reason why I like that they added in Alicent and Rhaenyra's relationship - it helps demonstrate that even them loving each other and wanting to reconcile at multiple points wasn't enough.

This faction of the fandom that hates Alicent so violently, from what I've seen, see Alicent as being just as bad because in their minds she caused the war, she got her children killed, she made them hate Rhaenyra and her sons. But really Rhaenyra and Alicent are both at fault, and equally not at fault, because they didn't cause the war, they just shaped the way it happened. And if they both made the situation worse? Because of their flaws and desperation to protect their children? Well... that still doesn't make them terrible people. At least they both show remorse for their actions.

But Daemon... Hes a bad person. He just is. He's murdered at least 2 innocent people at this point, and not out of desperation but just because it was convenient. And that's not me saying he isn't interesting or complex, he is, but he is also pretty much totally morally bankrupt. We have never seen him do anything but what he wanted to do. His only redeeming quality is the affection he shows his family, which might be more to do with his own pride than anything else since he repeatedly fails to extend his love for them beyond that and actually do what is right for them at any point.

And what's crazy about this is, Daemon being Daemon is a much bigger reason for the war than anything either Alicent or Rhaenyra do. If he wasn't so awful, Viserys would likely not have disregarded him as his heir. He never would have named Rhaenyra. He most likely would have waited and Aegon would have ended up the de facto heir. (And yes this is on Viserys too but that doesn't totally absolve Daemon). I also think its pretty obvious Rhaenyra wouldn't have been forced to marry before she was ready without Daemon's involvement/grooming, which might have avoided the bastardry issue as well.

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