#bae look like she smell amazing

[gr00vyminibus]

MY WOMANNNNNN !!!

Got these from westanlashanalynch on insta.

#lashana lynch #black wlw #bae look like she smell amazing #lgbtq #my wife 💗💗 #you know we kinda matchin in hair colors 🤭

[madebyrolo]

Beach date

Rafe Cameron x Reader

She/her

one shot / fluff

summary: “VICTOR, YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS!?” Type fic.

Obx masterlist

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I was sitting on my bed scrolling through TikTok when Rafe texted me.

“Be ready I’m picking you up at 6.”

“And for what can I ask?” I responded

“It’s a surprise peach”

Rafe came up with that nickname when I was over one day and I accidentally drank the rest of his peach juice.

“Okay okay see you then :)”

With the time being 5:38, I get up and put on denim skirt and white halter top with little blue flowers on it. I grab my Uggs cause they’re cute and comfy and I put my vanilla perfume. I get my purse and make sure my lip gloss is in it and soon I get the text that my bae has arrived. I love calling Rafe bae cause he hates it.

“Mom I’ll be back, I’m going out with rafe!” I call out from the stairs.

“Okay honey, be home before 10 please!” She calls out from her office.

She absolutely loves Rafe and luckily she trust me and him enough to let me out without asking anything. And with her having my location on 24/7

I shut the door behind me and I walk to the black truck in my driveway. I see Rafe standing right by the passenger door with his dopey smile plastered across his face.

“Hey dream boat” I say walking up to him placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Hey hey? That wasn’t a kiss come one give daddy a real one.” Rafe said earning a laugh from me before pulling me in by the waist completely smashing his lips on mine.

“That was sweet but you’re eating me Rafe.” I joke with him.

“Oh so with that hurtful joke, I don’t think you deserve these.” He said grabbing a bouquet from inside the car.

“Rafe, you didn’t oh my god they’re beautiful!” I saw grabbing them from him and smelling them.

It was a mix of blue hydrangeas with lilies and mums with the perfect amount of greenery . They smelt amazing, like peace which I loved about flowers.

“Blue like my eyes so you think about me every time you look at them.” He somewhat joked.

“I always do Rafe.” I say before planting a small cute long kiss on him.

“Now come on, I’m dying to know what you’ve planned.” I say adjusting the collar of his white dress shirt.

“Okay peach get in.” he said opening the door and letting me in.

After a 15 minutes drive with a quick pit stop for a pizza at dominos, we finally made it. We stopped by the beach putting the car in park and once again opening the door for me.

“What are we doing at the beach? I didn’t bring a suit.” I say while he grabs my hand leading up to the sand.

“We’re not gonna for a swim.” he said.

“You should’ve mentioned the beach, I wouldn’t have picked these Uggs Rafe.” I tell him.

“You know Uggs were actually meant for the beach? They were for surfers” he explains.

“Do I look like a surfer?” I complain.

“Hey I got you to stand in the board once!” He nudged me

After a short walk we are greeted with a blanket that had a basket with lemonade and other goodies. There was 2 easels and some paint supplies along with more flowers.

“Happy date night!” Rafe said as let put down the pizza.

“Rafe this is so cute!” I say as I sit down in the blanket and look at everything he got.

“I did this all myself, thought we deserved a nice cute date to end off the summer.” Rafe said sitting next to me.

“Rafe this is perfect. Thank you.” I said hugging him.

“I got us some paints so we can do a little couples art maybe and some extra canvas for fun but mainly cause I know I’ll mess up.” He joked bringing out all the colors.

“You’re actually the best boyfriend ever Rafe.”

“I know I know. You can pay he back later.” he said with a wink as you nudge him.

“Okay give me a plate I want pizza.”

After your small dinner and some laughs shared with Rafe you finally get to the painting.

“Okay so we can do thumb prints, handprints, kisses, little things that represent us,” Rafe listed ideas as he scroll through Pinterest.

“Let’s do a handprints, something easy and then maybe we can cover it in sand to reminds of us this little beach date.” You offered

“Yeah I like that” he kissed your nose.

“Alright so many kisses today I think you just did this to get some.”

“No no I actually did this for us, but that’s just a perk” Rafe gave another kiss but on your neck and started going down.

“Okay okay! Let’s get to painting!” You giggled due to the friction of his warm lips on your skin.

As you guys finally decided on a paint color which took absolutely forever because Rafe wanted to do blue to match his eyes (once again) but you wanted a sage green because it was nice and calming which was a perfect way to describe this date. Certainly not this relationship yk how Rafe is.

“Okay your hand first cause it’s giant” you as you painted his hand a dark green.

“Hey you love these hands, especially these finger-”

“OKAY. So place it straight don’t make it crooked.” You guide his onto the canvas

“I can do it myself I’m a big boy okay y/n” he said placing his own hand down.

“Okay leave it there for a couple of seconds to get a good print.” You order.

You grab a lighter green to match his and paint your hand. The ticklish feelings and smell remind you of elementary, and the one time Jayj ate paint (not as a dare.)

“Oh that’s a cute color” Rafe said as you put the paint back.

“Okay you can take your hand off now. Longer you keep it, it’s probably gonna dry on there.” You joked.

“Don’t make it crooked.” He said as he grabbed your hand placing it down on the canvas on top if his.

After a couple of seconds you take it off and see the perfect imprints of you and Rafe.

“Aww it’s so cute!” You commented

“Oh now we have to make another, I’m gonna want one too.” He said admiring your art work.

“Here you go.” he said handing you a cup of sand

You sprinkle the sand ontop of the paint making sure to put enough then shaking the rest off.

“Okay now while this drys I wanna paint another.” you say grabbing another canvas.

You decide to paint a turtle on the beach. Turtles are your second animal cause they’re just so darn cute. As you paint, Rafe also decides to paint whatever he is. He has an assortment of colors and he’s just in his own world. As you watch him you can’t help but notice how his tounge pokes the inside of this cheek as he concentrates.

After 20 minutes, you finally have finished yours projects.

“Okay on, one…two…three!” You count down and flip your canvas.

“Oh thanks cute!” Rafe says and you stare as his… maybe pizza?

“Nice…I don’t even know. Rafe what is that?” You say confused.

“It’s a boat!” He says excited.

“Look it’s me and you!” He points to small blobs

“Oh I thought those were olives…”

“Y/n…” he says with a pout.

“Oh come on it’s cute!!!” You say trying to make him feel better.

“Maybe you should just keep to gallery walks instead of making the art…” you pat his shoulder as you both stare as his “boat”

“Your turtles are so good but look at my boat.”

“Rafe calm down it’s fine beside you can always buy classes.”

“But you’re a natural! It’s unfair.”

“Rafe quit it, besides you’re better at other things than me!” You try to cheer him up.

“Like what?”

“Golf”

“Wow lousy golf. Topper is the king let’s face it.”

“Whatever who cares he got cheated on.” You managed to crack a smile from him.

“Beside, you’re an absolutely an amazing boyfriend. My boyfriend.” He turns to look at you.

“Look at this amazing date you planed. And set up all by yourself too. Gotta give yourself props.” You give him a hug.

“Yeah I’m a pretty good man..” he said playfully rolling his eyes.

“My man.”

You guys share another slow and passionate kiss.

“Come on let’s clean this up. You can spend the night at mine.” You offer as you began to throw things into the basket.

“Okay good, I already told my dad I was.” He said as he grabbed the trash and threw it in a bag.

As you guys drive home you play your oldies playlists. You singing along while Rafe learns new songs.

Soon you guys make it to your house. Rafe parks the car and you guys make your way to the front door with him holding the insane amount of followers.

“Wait we never made my painting” Rafe stopped in his tracks.

“Here you can have the hands, I’ll take your pizza boat.” You say handing him his.

“Guess we have to have another date night to make another !! Ugh!” You said sarcastically.

“What a bore.” Rafe plays along.

You guys reach upstairs. Taking a joint shower because Rafe kept insisting on taking one first but you were too tired to wait. You both got the amazing date night, and hot and steamy sex.

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Came out of hibernation and finally wrote 😩

Sorry for any typos I got too lazy.

Love me some soft Rafe 💁🏽‍♀️

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[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

Can you do clarisse x daughter of Hecate headcannons pls🖤💜

Ps- i love your writing smm

'Whimsical'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfHecate!Reader hc's

A/N:Hi lovely!Tysm for requesting,and sorry for uploading it so late,but I hope you like it!

She LOVES your magical abilities.Seriously, watching you work your magic is like the coolest thing ever. I mean, who wouldn't want a partner who can do that.

She deffo likes the pranks you two pull.And you two would be unstoppable.She'd be all for using your magic to pull off some seriously epic pranks around camp. No one would be safe.

When you're casting spells, she's your biggest cheerleader-especially if you're fighting or sparring with someone.She'll stand there watching you with this huge grin on her face, cheering you on like you're about to win the Olympics or something.

She'd definitely tease you about your magical mishaps.Like, if you accidentally failed a potion or a spell which had some rather...unexpected events or set something on fire, she'd laugh her ass off and then help you fix it,only after she had a good laugh about it.

But she's also super protective.If anyone messes with you because of your powers,they better watch out. Clarisse doesn't take kindly to anyone messing with her bae.

She's not the biggest fan of magic when it comes to battles. I mean, she's all about brute force and weapons, so she might not fully understand your approach to fighting. But she respects it, even if she doesn't always get it.

She loves hearing about your magical heritage.Seriously, you could talk for hours about your family history and the different spells you've learned, and she'd be totally fascinated.

When you're feeling down about your powers, she's there to lift you up.She's always telling you how amazing you are and how lucky she is to have you in her life.

She's not afraid to get her hands dirty. If you need help with a spell or potion, she's right there beside you, ready to lend a hand. Who knew Clarisse could be such a good assistant?

She's fiercely loyal.Once she's committed to you, she's in it for the long haul. She'll always have your back, no matter what.

She's not great with emotional stuff.I mean, she's more of a actions-speak-louder-than-words kind of girl.But she shows her love in her own way, whether it's through small gestures or just being there when you need her.

She's fiercely protective of your relationship.If anyone ever tries to come between you two, they better be prepared to face her wrath. Clarisse doesn't mess around-that's a fact-and especially when it comes to love.

She likes challenging you to magic vs. combat showdowns. Like, she'll be all, "Let's see if your fancy wand can beat my sword, huh?" It's her way of bonding, okay?

She'd probably complain about the weird ingredients you use for your potions and spells,especially the ones that smell terrible-or she considers to smell terrible.

But secretly she'd also be curious and might even taste test some of the herbs when you're not looking - the ones she knows are safe at least.

Through thick and thin, she's your rock, your confidante, and your fiercest ally.

And hell-she'd let you experiment your weird spells and potions on her,because it means she gets to look at you and see that tiny smirk on your face when you succeed.

And sometimes you let her rest her head on your thighs when when you sit down and working on potions and spells,not really paying attention to her while flipping through books-but hey,it's still a win for her,right?

Even when you are focused on your spells and stuff,she'd just watch you,looking at you with intrigue and awe as she never knew what you would do next,her expression eventually softening-because,well-it's you.

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[kaylalovesmaneskin]

Jealous

A/n: hey loves I just wanted to say that I’m back with a new story woooooo and this story was inspired by this picture which disclaimer THIS ART DOES NOT BELONG ME TO ONCE AGAIN THIS ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IT BELONGS TO _peachyypie_ on instagram so yeah and without a do let get this story started. Tag list: @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash

Warning:jealous Miguel, friends flirting, teasing, choking, edging, swearing, and uses of alcohol, and fingering, and a whole bunch of smut

Paring:Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Summary:it was y/n's birthday and she wanted to go out with some friends but ended up flirting with an old friend from high school and Miguel ended up finding out.

“Yeah I’ll be ready in a few.” You said to your friend on FaceTime while doing you makeup. “Okay well girl don’t take too long because everyone is already at the club I’ll come pick you up in 5.” Your friend told you as she hung up on you. “Hmm where are you going cariño.” Miguel asked you, leaning on the door frame of your shared room. “Oh my friends are taking me out for my birthday if you’re okay with that.” “I am just please be safe, okay do you need me to drive you there amor.” He asked you. “No thank you bae Charlotte is going to drive me there she is coming to pick me up.” “Okay umm by the way you look amazing in the dress.” “You think so.” “Yes just Damm I have that all to me.” He said joking around with you he walked up behind you and grabbed you by your waist, you blushed at his sudden action. “Oh my gosh you're such a flirt I swear.” “Hmm I mean from the looks of it you're the ones who blush at my jokes so I don’t know what to believe.” As you and Miguel were busy flirting with each other your phone had binged. It was your friend Charlotte letting you know that she was outside waiting for you. “Umm mi amor Charlotte is downstairs I’m going to leave I won’t be going for two long I promise.” “Okay I love you and be safe, call me for anything and happy birthday once again baby.” “How did I get so lucky with a man like you.” You told him as you went to grab your purse, phone and keys. You left and got into your friend's car and headed off to the club. (Time skip)

You had gotten out of your friend's car outside of the club to be greeted with all your other friends telling you happy birthday and complimenting your outfit. “Hey guys come on let’s go in.” You said to your group. “Hey I have a vip booth reserved for y/n y/l/n.” You said. “Right this way.” The bouncer told you to lead you and your friends to the booth you had bought in advance. “Here you guys go, enjoy.” The bouncer told you and left. “So what do you guys want to do first?” You asked for friends. “Let’s get drunk.” One of your friends yelled and the rest of them agreed. You and all of your friends were drinking and most of y’all were drunk. The only one that didn’t drink so much was the ones who had to drive. All the smell of alcohol and the blasting music was like a trance you were having the time of your life you were dancing on your friends they were dancing on you y’all were having an amazing time then someone you recognized from high school, walked him to the club and walked over to you and your friends. “Happy birthday y/n.” “Omg no fucking way holy shit Noah is that you.” You said in shock all your friends looked over to see him walking over to yall. “No fucking way.” One friend said, “How have you been? It's been like 4 years.”

“I’m alright, what about you?” Noah said. “I’m okay. I now finally moved out of my parents' home and moved into a place with my boyfriend.” “That's great.” “So you got yourself a girlfriend.” “Well not really I’m still in the talking stage.” Noah said as he was speaking to you, seeing how his eyes kept making their way to your exposed cleavage. “Hey come on, let's go back to my vip room.” You told him, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the vip room you were drunk so you weren’t really you in the moment. “Here sit.” “You said closing the door. “Umm y/n you look amazing by the way.” “Thank you, you don’t look that bad yourself.” You said winking at him then you took your phone out. “Hey, do you want to take a picture with me?” You asked him and he nodded and you opened your Instagram and took a picture of you too. You were kissing his cheek in one picture and then in the next one you both had the middle finger up then you posted the picture. “Okay you want to get out of here.” “Sure.” You both left the room and head out to the bar to drink some more now you were more drunk then you was before and Noah was also drunk to then you and Noah and the rest of your friends took to the dance floor and were dancing you and one of your other friends named Abby were twerking on Noah and she was twerking on her boyfriend Leo. Your friend Stacy had taken a video of y’all and posted to her Instagram story. Then your friends and you took a break and went to sit down and you were all wasted and you sat down next to Noah and you had your leg over him and he had his hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down talking to you. “Okay everyone, group photo.” Your friend Anna yelled that she took the picture and uploaded it to her Instagram story as well.

Meanwhile at your house Miguel was working out when he decided to check his phone and his Instagram app had some notifications so he opened it to see what you posted and your friends posted to. He first check you story and he saw your pictures of you and Noah and was pissed he was so mad he didn’t know how to react the he when To your other friends story to see that you were tweaking on him that made him even more mad and then the group picture that was uploaded gave him his last straw he went to call you. You were talking to your friends and your phone started to ring and you ignored it. You put him on voicemail. He didn’t give up so easily he kept on spamming your phone with text messages and calling you. It was 12am and your friend Charlotte had driven you home and everyone had left. You got out of the car you were somewhat sober now you walked upstairs and tried opening your door and you dropped your keys you went to get them you were met with a pissed Miguel. “Oh hey amor.” You told him looking up at him but he looked at you with jealousy and his red and brownish eyes piercing, threw your soul. “Is there something wro-.” Before you could finish your sentence he pulled you by the waist and pinned you against the wall putting your hands above your head. “Umm Miguel are you okay.” “Why would I be okay did you not see what ever one was posting who the fuck was that guy in the picture with you huh.” He said, whispering in your ear. “I was just a friend from high school.” “Really y/n really sure it didn't seem like one. I mean last time I checked friends don’t kiss on the cheek or put their legs over each other and let their so-called friend rub them.” You began to notice he was becoming jealous. “Miguel I promise he is just a friend.” “Are you sure?” “Look I can tell you are jealous but you go-.” You were once cut off when he began to kiss you passionately. Your hand was free from his grip and you put your hands on his face while he had his hand on your waist walking you over to the bed. He broke the kiss pushing you on to the bed. “Well see you want to go around kissing other people’s cheeks and rubbing up on them. I think I should give you my birthday gift and I guess I have to punish you too and If you are good enough I’ll think about letting you cum el cariño.” He starts to rub you through your panties to get you wet before yanking them off and fingering you. You begin to start moaning from the pain that turned into pleasure Starts with one finger but quickly progresses to two. “Hmm you like that’s you're such a slut for me. As you felt you were becoming closer and he felt it too because you were getting tighter and tighter then he took his fingers out and licked all your juices from them. “Hey what the fuck was that for.” You whine. “Do you really think I was gonna let you cum naughty girls don’t deserve to cum.” He then rubs his cock against your clit before entering you without a warning. He Starts slow so you can adjust to his Size before he begins to pound into you, letting out all his anger and frustration.your moans got louder and louder by each trust he did. “Mmm yes taking me like the good little slut that you are mmm fuck.” “Mmm shit fuck m-Miguel faster p-please.” You whined to him. As he went faster he took one hand and began to choke you lightly then went tighter.

Your thighs quivered a bit while you, almost without noticing, spread your legs some more, welcoming him in between. Miguel let the tip of his cock to graze your entrance, teasing it by moving it up and down your folds, trying to coat it as much as he could. Low, soft purrs left your lips at the feeling, back arching and anticipating how his cock would feel inside you.

Your body was already on fire, and the jittery feeling inside your stomach just intensified once he began to push his length inside your slippery hole. His eyes searched for yours that were watching downward, looking at his cock slowly disappearing into you. Growling, he leaned onto you, successfully gaining your attention as you now looked up at him. Your eyes were attentively scanning his face, burning into your mind his facial features.

“Look at me when I fuck you” he grumbled kissing your chin. You relaxed your body as soon as you began to feel his cock inside you, deliciously stretching your walls. You followed his order, eyes gazing into his red and brownish eyes, passionate ones as he began to gently thrust his hips. His thrusts were gentle and slow, something that was internally frustrating you. You wanted him to be rough, to pull your hair, to treat you like a piece of meat. Mewling, you pushed him by his shoulders and rolled onto the bed, ending on top of him. Lifting your hips, you began to ride him, fucking yourself on his cock at a fast pace as Miguel groaned in pleasure. The sounds that left Miguel lips did nothing but increase your desire and lust for him, making you push down harder to take all of him. He lifted up his upper part and circled your waist with his arms to pull you closer to him. Your tits slapped against his forehead but he didn’t mind, it felt quite good. “No one can fuck you this good no one tell me who you belong to?” he growled while biting down on your nipple. You moaned while intertwining your fingers into his dark brown locks. “You yes only you can fuck me this good I belong to you!” you cried as you peppered his neck and lips with kisses. Miguel , for a second time, was taken aback, but soon regained all his confidence and rolled again onto the mattress, ending on top again. After a couple of thrusts, his pace increased drastically. His thrusts were powerful, so powerful that you could hear the squeaking sounds of the bed. The pace that he adopted was making you lose your mind, and soon the pleasure into the pit of your stomach just grew. The room was soon filled with your moans and his grunts, breathless whimpers. Looking down at you, Miguel leaned in, kissing your lips while his tongue invaded your mouth, exploring every nook. But soon the need to release became a necessity. Miguel could feel the pleasurable feeling building up fast into his lower region and the sweet sounds that you released right next to his ears were driving him crazy. The slapping of skins, as he kept slamming his hips against yours, became louder just as his pace monstrously increased. He stopped for a couple of seconds to change position: he grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them against the mattress to get better access to you. His hips slammed harshly against yours, his cock now going deeper inside you. The tip of his cock kept hitting your sweet spot making your eyes roll in the back of your head at the intense pleasure. “I-I’m going to-“ not being able to finish the sentence you came hard onto his cock with a slightly high pitched moan. Miguel pulled you closer again, lips trailing along your collarbones as he too released inside you. His thrusts slowed down, riding out his orgasm while hiding his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Miguel that was amazing” you mumbled while playing with his fluffy hair. He nodded with his head, leaving another small peck on the side of your neck. Lifting himself up, he went toward the bathroom. He was quick to clean himself before grabbing a towel and soaking it with warm water. Amor brought you a tow-“ but, upon entering his bedroom, he noticed that you were already asleep, lightly snoring. He tiredly smiled while moving toward your figure and, with the warm towel that he had in his hand, he began to carefully clean your body.

As soon as he was done cleaning you, he retrieved all your clothes and neatly folded them before placing them on his desk. Then he kissed your forehead, tucked your body under the covers and fell asleep with one arm over your waist. “Good night y/n and happy birthday I love you.” “I love you Miguel and you have nothing to worry about. I'm yours and only you’re.” Then you both peacefully went to sleep.

THE END

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[kidge-planet]

dinner at the Holt's house

important !!

hey everyone !! I needed to inform you that even if I am a kidge account , that one shot doesn't contain kidge ( it has sort of a brotp kidge ) BUT ! I'll do a version of Keith's POV that will contain Kidge ! anyways ! enjoy that verse of the story !

(also , I feel like it was rushed and so , the story seem poorly written . sorry for that :(( )

The paladin's had defited Sandak and were now on earth for a few month until the Atlas was ready to launch .

Colleen had missed her family for years now , to have them all back is a chance that she thought she'd never have. If she had that luck , it was thanks to her daughter but also of the other paladins that also saved the earth and gave her the opportunity to have the ones she loves back at home.

The least she could do to thank them was to invite them all to dinner ! So this is what she did .

The paladins where heading to the Holt's house, all together (without Pidge , obviously ) in shiro's car . Shiro had brought a bottel of wine, Lance flowers for Colleen , Hunk a cake , Allura bought nice candels ,Coran founded a way to make something similar to the Altean Nunvil and Keith also brought flowers wich got Lance and Keith to argue..( Lance started the agument)

-I can't wait to be there ! Pidge told me so many things about her mother's cooking ! It juste sounds amazing ! she also told me that Colleen would be glad to share some recipies with me!

Hunk couldn't help but have a bright smile in his face has he was imagining all those good Italian dishes that were waiting for them .

-Yea , I heard a lot about Pidge's house . She told me she had a HUGE lab ! I bet it looks like the Batcave ! I mean , duh ! She has a rich family , doesn't she ?

-Lance, this is not about the house ! Im sure we'll have a nice evening !

Allura seemed very glad to go . Pidge and her had became close friends and she was happy to be invited at her house in a calm evening , far from war .

-Allura is right . Besides , I had to see the lab you are talking about ,Lance. I can asure you it doesn't look like the Batcave ...But it IS huge.

Shiro said , his eyes not quitting the road .

-At least it is huge..

-Lance , are you going ONLY for the lab ? I don't even think you'll understand the foction of any of the objects that are there.

Keith said , his head layed against the window .

-As if you did.

-Keith ! You two , stop aguing ! We are here to spend a good time together so keep your insults for later , would you ?

The both of them didn't answere .

They all kept talking in the car until they arived at the Holt's house.

In front of the house, they walked in the coldness of the evening to reach the door .

Finally ,they knocked. As soon as they did , they heard barking and sratching behind the door . It took a few seconds before it opened to let appear Colleen and Baebae behind it .

-Hey there ! Glad you could make it ! Come in !

Baebae was jumping on their legs as Colleen greets them .

-Bae' ! Sit .

The dog obeyed and sat in the entrance. She was wagging her tail and panting with her tong out.

The paladins walked in , discovering the house :

It was very clean , beautifully decorated and it smelled good food .

Matt was in the couch with Sam , the both of them got up to greet the paladin's .

After some minutes , Colleen spoke up.

-Katie is in her room . Matt , can you go get her please ?

Matt noded and walked toward the staires .

The paladin's setteled in the couch to wait their friend.

After what seemed to be an eternity, pidge got downstairs followed by Matt :

She was dressed with an oversized red sweater , she wasn't wearingher glaces and had her haires tied in a bun .

-Hey guys !

Baebae ran to Pidge's feets as pidge leaned to give a fast pat on her dog's head .

- Alright, dinner might be ready in 10 .

Colleen said as she got up and headed to the kitchen .

-Do you want some help ?

Hunk asked.

- I'd be glad to help

He finished.

Colleen agreeded and hunk helped her in the kitchen.

When they were finished , everyone got around the table .

As they started to eat , they were talking about everything and anything.

- Yeah! That reminds me the time Katie stole your make up ,mom! She had tried to put some on ! That was so bad , I couldn't help but laugh! Then she got mad and punched me so hard that I had a huge bruise on my face ..

The whole table laughed at Matt's story.

-Very funny.

Pidge was obviously annoyed.

-How old were you , pidge ?

Allura asked as she kept laughing at the idea of Pidge with an horrifying make up .

-She was like ... 6 ?

Colleen said with hesitation.

-6?! And you was strong enough to hurt Matt with a punch?

Lance asked , almost choking with the food he had in his mouth.

- I beat him at arm wrestling.

Pidge answered proudly.

-She was a case . Really ...

Sam said with a desperate look.

-Ho come onnnn... I wasn't THAT bad.

Her family just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

-You . Were . Terrible.

Matt said , pausing between each words.

-First , we were losing you all the time. One time ,we lost you in NEW YORK . And when we found you , you were laying on the ground covered by birds.

Colleen said .

Everyone cracked a little laugh .

What were you even doing ?

Hunk asked curiously.

- Bonding with my people .

That made some in the table laugh again .

-But Matt wasn't always the nice a nice kid !

Pidge shouted to turn the conversation. she knew that if she didn't, her family would keep going with embarrassing storys of her.

-Every time I really got in trouble, it was your fault .

Matt frowned.

-Pff ,exemple ?

-I have a list .

-Well anyways , you always accepted my weird ideas . That's kinda your fault too.

-You are ALWAYS begging me to follow you in your stupidity.

-Ok you two we get it . Enough.

Sam sighed .

-You two had secret codes to talk . Every time you were starting to use them , I knew something was wrong ..You know , your hand signs..

-Ho , yea ! I taught that to Keith ! Well , actually, we made our version of it .. But it's similar to the hand signs I had with Matt .

Pidge said as Matt frowned.

-Yeah . We still need to figure out some stuffs but in general, I understand what you say even if it doesn't actually make sense.. guess I'm just good with hand talks?

Keith added to what Pidge said .

-you are not good with that. One time , I tried to hand talk with you and you didn't understand anything that I was saying to you ..

Lance said .

-Wait , pidge , you taught Keith how our secret hand talk worked ?! It was supposed to be secret!

-As I said , we made our own version of it. So , Technically not.

-Yea....... Hey ! You guys ! Did you know that pidge had been bold one time ?

Matt said to annoy her.

-HEY!!

And that definitely worked .

-Hold on .. WHAT ?! I have to see that !

-WE have to see that !

Hunk and Lance said with mischievous smiles in there faces .

-NO , YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE THAT !

Pidge screamed .

-Well I do have the picture in the family album... Hold on , I'm going to get it ...

-NOOOOOOO NOT THE FAMILY ALBUM!

-Ho , come on pidge ! It can't be THAT bad !

Shiro putted a hand on pidge's back as she was crawling in the table , begging her mother to come and sit .

-Trust me , it is THAT bad .

She said with her voice muffled .

Colleen came back to the table with the family album and she started to show pictures to the paladind , including the pic of pidge with VERY short haires .

Every one laughed at the sight of the picture exepte pidge , of course , that was burrying her face in her hands.

-Why did she had that haircut ? she doesn't seem very happy on that picture!

Allura said in between two laugher.

-Never let her use scissors.

Sam joked.

They kept looking at the pictures , passing from cute baby pictures to a picture of younger Matt , in swim shorts trying to show his "big muscles" to katie that was burried in the sand ( she wasn't even paying attention).

The time passed and they had finished dinner . And after that funny evening , they were ready to go back at their own places .

Knowing that theire teammate used to be a special kid ..

ACTUALY , she is still a special one.

hope you liked it !! wait for the kidge vers of it !!

I got a little help for that one shot ! @kidgetrash gave me one of her headcanons for it ! :))) go follow!!

#voltron #pidge #voltron legendary defender #voltron pidge #vld #lance voltron #allura voltron #hunk voltron #keith voltron #katie holt #takashi shirogane #keith #shiro voltron

[gnomeyflamingo]

✮ It Must Be Love ✮

It’s a dark and gloomy Love Day! It makes me wish my laptop would tolerate a lighting mod. Atreo’s somehow in high spirits though after his ordeal last night. He's planning to ask Asmara to prom and feeling very confident about it.

Teacher: “-Then she left me. Write this down kids, it's on the test: Trust nobody. Love's an illusion."

Derya: “How cruel! How could she do that to someone as beautiful, forgiving and kind as you-"

Teacher: “You’re still failing this class Derya, you never do your homework.”

After class…

Kiry: “Atreo, you promised we would spend time together. I feel as if our friendship is an inconvenience to you.”

Atreo: “Kiry, I'm sorry dude! We will totally hang out. I'm just busy right now. I'll DM you soon."

Kiry: *sceptically* "Hmm if you say so..."

Atreo: “Hamburger sliders?! No brownies?"

Angela: “They disciplined me after students complained about only getting fed brownies. So I made my brownies look like sliders. I won't give up on my passion that easily."

Atreo: *eats* “Hm, this isn't too bad actually."

Under the annoyed and judgemental glare of the astronaut kitty mirror doodle, Atreo freshens up to ask Asmara to go to prom. He then hits his locker for some last minute hairspray.

Atreo: “Look at me! I’m stunning. Asmara won’t be able to resist these pristine curls.”

Asmara; “Atreo! I’m so happy to see you!”

Atreo: “Maybe you should show me exactly how happy you are?”

Asmara: “I might... Later and in private. Oh my, what a suave hand kiss. I can tell you’re feeling very confident.”

Atreo: "I need to be for what I'm about to ask you..."

Atreo: “Asmara Sari, will you make me the happiest sim alive and go to prom with me?”

Asmara: “Yes! Of course!”

*Happy hug*

Asmara: “Wow, your skin feels so soft. And your curls are pristine!”

Atreo: “And because it’s love day, here’s a pocket rose for you.”

Asmara: “It smells amazing somehow!”

Atreo: “Do you wanna go on a date after school?”

Asmara: “I'd love to! You're such a wonderful boyfriend. I'm lucky to have you."

Atreo: "No I'm the lucky one <3"

Asmara: “This might be soon but… I love you."

Atreo: “I love you too Asmara. I might have the serial romantic aspiration but I know you’re the only girl for me. I will fail this stupid challenge the Watcher set, I don't care."

Asmara: “Oh Atreo… How romantic!"

*CC kisses*

The infuriatingly committed couple head to the spice festival for their 2nd date after school.

Asmara: “What are you looking at boo?”

Atreo: “Just taking in the gorgeous view.”

Asmara: “You’re so cheesy today.”

Atreo: “You love it 😏"

Sofia: "I call this Spiced Spicy Spice."

Townie: "Why do I exist? To listen to this? Why?!”

Asmara: “Your ex-nanny held you hostage on a balcony and forced you to hug Acco?”

Atreo: “Yes, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

Asmara: "Okay let's distract you then."

Asmara: “Let’s use this photobooth I’ve never seen before. It seems the Watcher is really trying with the TOOL mod."

A few cute pics later...

Atreo: "That was fun. Excuse me, I suddenly got the urge to go through this box of junk. Ooh a snow globe!"

Atreo: “I’m gonna try the competition. Maybe hot curry I’ve never eaten before will burn away the fear of everyone I know secretly being a vampire.”

Asmara: “Be careful boo-"

Atreo: “Don't worry bae, I got this, this smell so good- And I'm a curry champion now! I'm the best!"

Asmara: “What a legendary date.”

Atreo: “It sure was. Sorry I bragged so much about winning the curry competition off screen, it’s just so exciting to unlock a new social interaction.”

Asmara: “ It’s okay. Good night boo. I love you.”

Atreo: “I love you too bae."

After an awesome day, filled with romance, spice and Watcher defying promises of commitment, Atreo happily drifts off to sleep… Or does he? 👀

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[11lights]

August 20th, 2023

0133L

Temp 79° Thunderstorms

Saddlebunch Keys, FL

Okay, I want to preface this by saying that I have had a little bit to drink. And also I may or may not have forgotten to enter anything yesterday. That's mainly because I kept procrastinating and saying I would do it later and later and later. And here we are 1:30 the next day and yesterday's was never completed. Which means I didn't get to document seeing my mother and father's best friends from 1995 visit in Key West, and their child. That was pretty cool. They remembered the piece of advice that I gave to them when their son was just a baby about how they should never try to force their son to be what they want. They should just let their son grow into who he will be. Referencing. How my father always tried to make me the tough guy and to be stronger and to be aggressive and to stick up for myself how he wanted it but I could never be like that because that wasn't me. Super cool that they remembered that. It was nice to update them on how my life is, I feel like I made my parents proud to be doing well and being able to tell their best friends from a long time ago that their child is growing up and doing well. We went back to his sister's house and his sister's husband had a flight simulator that I got to try out. So I got to practice taking off and landing and surprise surprise landing even in a flight. Sim is still very fucking difficult for me! We got to talking about life and careers and flying and all that jazz and then today being Saturday. I guess, I met with them at the coffee shop before they left and took some pictures and then they left and I hope they come back because we can go fishing and they've always been loving and caring people for me. What else happened? Friday was pretty boring. I literally just worked and went straight to going to hang out with them and then I was there till one in the morning. Came home and immediately slept. Today was fairly boring as well. I woke up at about 8:00 late in bed till like 11:00 playing Monopoly and exercising. My addiction to adult content online. Got a fresh cut at like two. Pestered Danny to play. Call of duty but he had a date with his wife so that didn't work. Actually just messaged him a few minutes ago and I'm getting no response so it's safe to say we're not going to be able to have our schedule Call of duty session today, which kind of sucks because that was kind of the highlight of my week. I'd say it's mainly my fault since I had to do this housewarming thing. Hopefully tomorrow will be able to hop on the sticks. After my haircut a showered and then I ended up going to the housewarming party for one of my buddies. My gym bae was there which was terrifying at first. But then felt very, very natural. I got a certain point. I kind of forgot who she was or how much I actually cared who she was and I paid more attention to my friends in the experience than being completely infatuated over her. It was cool. Then my cousin got to see her and he actually doesn't approve of her. Mainly because she's young and she's not ready for the type of growth in life that I'm looking for. And also he doesn't like her face. I think she's absolutely beautiful and gorgeous but that's just me. She is young though, and it does seem like she just wants fun right now, I don't know if that would be for me. I'm trying to grow. But it was cool to hang out with everyone, we started out with this like dirty sex game where you tell sex secrets to each other which was weird to do with a few co-workers and random people. But it ended up being really fun. I had some really good conversation with one of my co-workers Xavier . The food there smelled absolutely amazing. 00 which made life super difficult since I was fasting. Still, I even had someone hold a chip with the sauce on it to my nose. Trying to get me to give in and I couldn't. Couldn't. I want to get over this fast more than I want to eat. Delicious food. On the way home, Gabriel lowered the sunroof during the thunderstorm so we just got rained on the whole way on the highway. What a surreal experience!

#x

[cataboliac]

Hello Cata! So I don't know if you do requests but how bout a honeymoon fic? Would be nice to have some old school vanilla stuff every now and then. Irene would be nice but you can use anyone. 😁

Six Feet Under the Stars

2.7k words

Red Velvet's Bae Joohyun

You haven't been to this beach since you were a kid. It has been many years since you've been gone, but it's still the same as you remember it—from the dazzling white sand that sparkled in the golden sunlight, the azure waters that crashed along the shoreline, down to the smell of saltwater traveling up your nostrils. To feel the warm, coarse sand heating up your feet again adds to the extra feel of nostalgia, making you giddy with anticipation.  

I’m glad some things will always stay the same. 

“Hey, come on! The water feels great!”

You turn to her melodic voice, her arms beckoning for you to return to her embrace. 

But I’m glad things did change with her.

The gold ring around your finger is a testament to how the unimaginable can be tangible—how you were able to overcome the walls that were placed and sweep the goddess-like Bae Joohyun off her feet. Strong, confident, independent—Joohyun was her own person, and you understood why she wanted to do things her own way. 

But you could see right through the tiny cracks of her facade. 

Joohyun would often be too proud to ask for help; she would rather give it instead. So you made sure to stay by her side, trying to pick up the pieces without her knowing. Leaving small gifts while she practiced until late at night, waiting up with her and accompanying her home if she did finish late, listening to her vent out all her troubles and worries—you tried your best to support her from the sidelines.

But this was Joohyun, after all, and she saw through your act from the start. She allowed it, curious if you were really serious about her. As time went by, you’ve won her over with your sincerity, and she was amazed you never faltered with her, even after she confronted you.

And from there, Joohyun’s walls slowly opened up, allowing you to slip into her world and warm her heart.

“Hey, are you okay?” Joohyun’s voice anchors you back from your reverie as she wraps her arms around your neck. 

“Oh, sorry about that. I was just thinking about something,” you reply, in turn wrapping your arms around her waist, pulling her closer. 

Joohyun looked gorgeous in her red beach shirt, displaying her snow-white skin and toned midriff. It’s been ages since you’ve seen her in shorts, noticing they barely cover her luscious thighs and butt cheeks. To top it all off, she had an elegant flower perched on her ear, highlighting her raven black hair and ethereal facial features.

Joohyun’s hand cups your chin to make you look straight into her eyes.“And now you're staring,” she says playfully. “Mind sharing what’s on your mind?”

“I was thinking”—You kiss her on the cheek, before moving to kiss the side of her chin–“how lucky I am to be married”—You kiss her up and down her favorite parts on her neck, making her breath hitch a little until you reach her ear again–“to the most amazing and beautiful woman in the whole world.”

“H-hon, not here.” She sounds disapproving, but her actions say otherwise as she hugs you tighter.

Now that you have her distracted, you reach down to her legs and lift her up bridal style. All that Joohyun can do is laugh, holding on to your neck for dear life. “You ham! What do you think you’re doing?!” 

“Carrying my wife in my arms?” 

Her cheeks flush red. It is cute that Joohyun still blushes when you call her your wife, something you also need to get used to soon.

“You were wrong about one thing though,” she says.

“What do you mean?” you ask, perplexed by her words.

“I am the lucky one. To have married someone as caring and understanding as you.”  

Before you can retort, Irene quiets you by pulling you in and places her lips against yours. 

The sun was setting, its tangerine glaze melting into the horizon. As the sky swirled into a blend of colors, you and Joohyun sank into a loving embrace. Her lips always drew more passion from you every time they were set on yours. She always did bring the best out of you, but you wanted to grow even stronger with her. When you want something, all the universe conspires to help you achieve it. And it brought Joohyun into your arms to ride the current of life together. 

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Nothing beats a shower after a long day at the beach. You relish in the feeling of hot water splashing off your back and traveling down your body. As much as you enjoyed the seawater, the stickiness that stayed on your skin afterward was no fun. Joohyun wanted to enjoy the view from the balcony for a while, so you decided to take a shower first.

It still feels surreal how time flew so fast between you and Joohyun; you proposed to her last year, had a dreamy wedding with friends and family last week, and today it’s your first day on your honeymoon. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

The shower door suddenly rattles open. You smile, knowing who the intruder is, as her two arms snake around your torso. She leans her head onto you, her milky skin making contact with yours, her stiff buds poking your back. 

"Well, what a surprise. Miss me already?" you ask as you squeeze one of Joohyun’s arms. 

She kisses your back. “Can I join you?”

“Of course. Help wash me?” 

You pass the soap to Joohyun. She then lathers your chest and abs, feeling her soft hands caress your upper body. One hand reaches lower, grazing your thigh. Joohyun's touch almost makes you instantly hard. 

She suddenly starts to pepper kisses on your back. Her other hand also ends up dangerously close to your rod. Joohyun starts massaging your thighs, and you can’t help but hum to her touch. It seems she has ulterior motives other than actually getting clean. 

You were planning on getting a little dirty after showering anyways.

You quickly turn around and pin her against the shower wall. Joohyun sharply inhales as her back presses against the cold marble wall, contrasting the steaming water dousing the two of you. Your faces are now inches apart, feeling her breath on your lips. Her intense gaze sends shivers down your spine, the anticipation accelerating your heartbeat into overdrive.

“Aren’t you supposed to help me get clean?” you ask, a smirk slowly forming on your face. Your hand hovers above Joohyun's core, anticipating her next move. 

Joohyun wraps a hand around your shaft, making you exhale sharply in return. “I want to make the first night of our honeymoon special. We can clean up again later,” she replies, returning your smirk with her own.

She starts to pump you slowly, the lubrication from the soap making it easier for your length to slide in her hand. Following suit, you place your hand on her awaiting heat and rub her down, matching her tempo. Joohyun quivers to your touch, her breathing getting a bit ragged. She nods at you, mouthing “yes” over and over again.

Joohyun starts stroking you faster, making you buck your hips. You intend, however, to make her reach her peak first. Upping the ante, you insert two fingers inside her, making Joohyun moan as her tight walls envelop your digits. Her eyes slightly roll back up before focusing on you again. 

Your fingers piston in and out of her slit. Joohyun tries to keep up with the new tempo you set, but she's having difficulty concentrating due to your ministrations, her strokes losing momentum. She switches between squeezing and stroking you to try and distract herself from the pleasure. Joohyun is forced to breathe through her mouth, moaning loudly in between each breath, trying her best to stave off her inevitable climax. You start to feel her walls clench tightly around your fingers. 

And after one last swipe, Joohyun explodes from her bliss. 

Her juices coat your fingers and mix with the shower water as it drips down her legs. You press your lips against hers to stifle her moans, feeling her voice reverberate around your face. Your free arm catches Joohyun, who buckles from her intense orgasm. Her arms wrap around your neck, holding you tightly for dear life. You remove your fingers from her, rubbing her smoothly to ease her from her high.

She breaks the kiss for air. Joohyun’s face is flushed red, her glassy eyes regaining the steely gaze from earlier.

"Bed, now."

You two exit the shower in haste, quickly drying off. Joohyun pulls you into the bedroom and pushes you onto the bed. She wastes no time settling between your thighs. She licks your cock from the base to your tip before sucking hard on your head, disengaging with a loud pop. 

“Fuck—Joohyun,” you call out to her.

You watch as her tongue encircles your head, lapping up your pre-cum. Joohyun looks up to you with a lustful gaze that sends more shockwaves up your spine. She kisses the top of your head, cupping your balls in her free hand, before sucking down on it hard again. Your breath hitches at the sensation, your stomach flexing from her actions. 

Joohyun starts to take more of your length in her mouth. You can’t help but slightly thrust your hips with her every motion, hitting the back of your throat. The erotic sounds that come out of her gagging mouth almost overwhelm you. Joohyun was more controlled with her blow jobs, but you enjoyed it when she got sloppy, feeling her saliva drip down on your thighs and balls.

As she increases her speed, you bunch up her hair, holding the sides of her head to assist in her momentum. It gives you a clearer view of the erotic display between your legs as she bobs up and down your cock. The sight of Bae Joohyun giving you a very sloppy blow job could make you cum at that instant.

You didn’t want to finish early, so you softly held Joohyun’s head in place. She takes the hint, detaching her lips from your rod, a spit trail formed between your head and her lips. 

Joohyun slowly crawls on top, straddling you, and softly captures your lips. You pull her deeper into the embrace, breathing heavily as your lips smack together, tasting your shared breath and feeling the thud of your combined heartbeat. Joohyun mewls as your tongue lightly flicks hers. 

The two of you relish the slower tempo. Now that things are calmer for the moment, you take your time to admire your wife with your hands. Starting from the crook of her neck, you trace down to the curve of her back, mapping out every inch of her body. You know Joohyun like the back of your hand; what makes her tick, her weak spots, what she wants to hear from you.

How lucky you are to experience Joohyun like this. Your first time together was slow and nerve-wracking, but it was the most memorable; it was the day you confessed to her.

“I love you, Joohyun.”

Joohyun's look softens. She pecks you on the lips before hoisting herself up, reaching behind for your stiff member and lining it up her slit. You look into her eyes once more. 

“And I love you too. Make love to me.”

Then she slowly lowers herself onto you.

Things are different now. You're more confident now, wiser. But most importantly, you now are bound together; in more ways than one. 

As your tip penetrates her, a familiar tight sensation overwhelms your senses. Her eyes go wide as she reaches out for your shoulders. She barely manages to speak. “Fuck, you stretch me out so well.” 

It turns you on when the prim and proper Joohyun starts swearing, but you’re too engrossed in your pleasure to respond. All you can do is nod as she starts to lower herself even more. You moan as you penetrate deeper into her core, your toes curling into the mattress. Hands move to her butt, kneading her cheeks while guiding her down. You two sigh as your whole length finally ensheathes inside her, fitting perfectly like the final piece to the puzzle.  

After a moment of stillness, Joohyun starts to rock her hips. You fondle her breasts, watching them heave in your hands as she moves. Her mouth was slightly agape, barely containing the pleasure in her. You add to the tempo by thrusting upwards. She moans loudly, squeezing her breasts through your hands, increasing the momentum of her gyrations. The bed beneath you creaks to the beat of your slapping flesh.

You relinquish your hold on her breasts, moving onto her firm ass, giving it a light tap with your palm. Replacing your hands is your warm mouth, capturing a stiff nipple in your mouth, sucking hard as your tongue swirls the bud. 

"F-fuck I'm close!" she screams as Joohyun starts to shake. Her walls gradually tighten around you, signaling her impending climax. You hasten her peak by rubbing her clit, multiplying her pleasure. With one last thrust into her slit, Joohyun fervently captures your lips as you send her over the edge.

You stop thrusting into Joohyun, holding tightly onto her as she trembles in your arms. Her hips grind wildly on your cock. She mewls into your mouth, finding solace in sucking onto your lips as she comes down from her high. Eventually, she breaks the kiss and leans on your shoulder. Joohyun is still trying to lift her hips, hoping to bring you to your orgasm. Even if she’s tired, Joohyun still thinks of pleasing you.

“Honey, let me take over.”

With the remaining strength left, you switch positions with Joohyun, lifting her up and laying her softly onto the bed. The two of you moan, your length still deep in her while swapping places. You grab a pillow from the side and place it under her butt, making it easier to thrust into her from this angle.  

You pull back your hips until your length is halfway out, then slowly plunge yourself into her core. This position sends you deeper inside her. Joohyun can only whimper and moan incoherently, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her hand shoots out for yours, gripping tightly and making your knuckle turn white. Then her legs wrap around your butt and tighten your connection.

It's getting really tight around your abdomen, making it harder to breathe. You spread your legs and lean in closer for more powerful thrusts. Joohyun's arms shoot around you, pulling you in closer. You moan when you feel a sting as she nibbles into your skin, making you shiver from the unexpected love bite. Her walls contract around your rod once again. Your vision starts to tunnel in. Her tightness overwhelms you, and it takes a couple thrusts before hitting your limit.

You feel your cock pulsating, keeping yourself inside her as you send your warmth along her walls. Joohyun hums to the feeling of your warm seed spread inside of her. She peppers kisses around your face, attempting to coax you from your high. It takes a while before you get your breathing to a regular pace, the wave of your orgasm finally ending. You detach from Joohyun, rolling to the side. You feel the results of your tryst slightly drip onto your legs. 

The two of you are too tired to clean up the mess, opting just to enjoy the post-coital bliss. Joohyun rolls to your side and kisses you on your cheek. You kiss her forehead before closing your eyes to your fatigue.

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Nighttime graces the sky with its deep dark hues, the pale crescent moon shining like a silvery claw in the night sky. After waking up from your afternoon delight, you found Joohyun on the balcony in your oversized shirt, gazing out to the vast open sky. 

“Hey, Love, you’re finally up,” she says as you wrap your arms around her.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. You can’t remember the exact moment when you fell for Joohyun, but when you figured it out, it ignited that spark that sent you stumbling onto your path to her. 

The two of you bask in the warm, loving embrace, the stars witnessing the new chapter in your ever-growing love.

A.N.: Well, it's been a while! Got caught up with real life. Hopefully I've done justice to anon's request, it's been a while since I've written. So thank you Anon for the request! This is also self-edited, so I'm very sorry for the grammar errors. I'm currently going through the edits of this other one fic so let's hope I can post it soon!

Also, there's so much content out now. Can't wait to read the rest of my fellow writer's stuff! Till the next time! Also, whoever got the title reference, you're an OG

AN2: @vidroen , thank you for the request! You’re actually the first person ever to ask me for one. Till next time!

#ask #red velvet smut #red velvet irene #irene smut #honeymoon #kpop smut #male reader

[qalma-e-azadi]

TYPES OF INDIAN GIRLS

(p.s. this is again for prompts, besties and baes plis don't get offended, also im not specifying their gender orientations as such, so if you are someone not identifying as a girl or a woman you are totally, totally them and nobody can stop you from being them,

love, alima)

the umrao jaan ada: kareeb kareeb hyderabadi, poet but would much prefer shayira, your heart skips a beat when she lets her hair fall open, dark kajal, if Pakeezah was a person, jhumkas twice the weight of her ear, "would you like to see my tattoos?" kill yourself if you don't want to fr fr, kulhad coffee™, wrist watches with black straps, probably has a nose piercing, "jaanam", can count the number of kurtas you have off of her mind, makes the best seekh kebab in town, *puts her hands on your neck*, falls asleep on your chest in rickshaw rides, goes to sleep giggling about you, will murmur nazms under her breath while playing with your hair, when you kiss her out of nowhere and she goes all flustered: "ghazab karte ho yaar!!"

the ae ri sakhi: have you seen her writing in hindi? heere moti javaraat, takes pictures of you when you're not looking, shows you her tongue after eating gota mostly it's green, tells you to tighten her paayal, brown lipsticks, "would you like to meet my younger sibling?" please say yes, black mojdi, loose white embroidered pants, will beat your ass in gilli danda, will give you forehead swats if you stare too much, "gandakdo", bites down a grin whenever you make a horrible pj, probably trained in a classical dance, *munches bhakarwadi*, kaanch ki chudiya intensifies, she doesn't tolerate spice— spice tolerates her, thinks about while seeing bichhiya in jewellery shops

the aaj jaane ki zid na karo: pahadi, has hid you from her parents, *puts a rose behind your ear*, was the og abba nahi manenge, scarlet lipstick, her nose gets cold before anything else, payal on only one foot, "arey i don't how that white kurta turned out to be half translucent ;)", if you think she doesn't notice you wearing her favourite itr everytime you meet her you're wrong, don't remind her how blushy she gets when you kiss her cheek she will slap your arm, has a year long kharash, garam garam pakode, kalamkari shawls™, sings dukhi mann mere in such a heavenly voice, keeps you like a secret love letter, will send you full length pictures of her outfits, *lays on your chest*, calls you after a terrible fight with her family, "will you run away with me, someday?" "i will."

the reshami khwaab: that one girl who's always playing the guitar? that's her, sleek long fingers, short kurta and jeans, *bends her neck*, everything silk and cotton, can't tell her socks from yours, curses a LOT, puts oil in your hair and massages softly while you're literally dying, her favourite dosai place is the best i don't make the rules, *kisses both of your knuckles*, wide pants and palazzos, good at math, "will you stop staring im literally just putting my hair in a bun!" no you're obsessed with her, will link her pinky with yours in trams, will hide her face in her hands if your compliments get a little too dirty, small jhumkas, occasionally smokes, it calms her nerves, will latch on to you and not let go after a hard day,

the pronoyini: her deep-set eyes god help you now, *chokes on prasad*, blank diaries with hand-crafted textile covers, long hair braided 24×7, short hair always adorned with a hairband, loose and airy slippers, "shonaaaaaaa", theatre kid obviously, ruffles your hair mindlessly, long gazes across the room, smells like fresh aloe vera all the time, aloo bhujia worshipper, heavy razais, *bumps shoulder jaan karke*, kisses your cheek at any occasion, somehow the corner ka confectioner knows about you two???? and free roshogollas on your birthday?? she has done some serious bribing, will show off your gifts to her to her favourite cousins, kurtis with plunge necklines, small pencils scattered everywhere on her table, her cakes are amazing, black nails, back aches constantly, be prepared to listen to jodi tor daak shune keu every moment for the rest of your life spoiler alert: it's adorable

#hi hello kinda went off with the last ins fr fr #✨dil hai ke maanta nahi✨

[rafescoke]

All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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#Part 2

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you! 

p.s, my request box is always open! go ahead and drop any ideas bae

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world. 

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life. 

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him. 

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again. 

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view. 

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’. 

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers. 

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously. 

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut. 

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach. 

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N). 

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week. 

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side. 

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Babysitter

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: If you're up for it, could you do -insert whoever you want- and the reader either talking about leaving their kid with Chucky or actually leaving their kid with Chucky. He is a sweet strange bird that we don't get enough of 🥰

Warnings: language, Angel being a protective dad, Chucky being the absolute best human on the planet

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I would take a bullet for Chucky with no hesitation. I love that man and I’m so glad he has found a family in Mayans. I love including him in my stories because he’s just??? The sweetest.

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“It would just be for a couple hours!” you sat on the bar stool next to Angel, “You’re telling me that she can’t stay here for a couple hours? She’s a baby, Angel. It’s not like she can get up and run off.”

“I’m not leaving her with these motherfuckers,” he shook his head.

Angel loved his brothers in the MC. He would take a bullet for any one of them. Which is why it was so surprising to you that he didn’t want to leave your daughter with them. He didn’t mind it when you brought her around the clubhouse, as long as one of the two of you always had eyes on her. He was fiercely protective of her, which was adorable, but it also made it difficult for the two of you to get any time for yourselves. She was six months old and it had been much longer than that since the two of you had some quality couple time.

“Angel, they know how to feed and change a baby. Coco has more kids than we do!”

“Then he can go watch those ones!” he was adamant, “I ain’t leavin’ her here.”

While the two of you were arguing, Chucky appeared from the back room with a few cases of beer. He saw the car seat sitting on the bar top and immediately set down the boxes to come and investigate. He’d met your daughter on a few occasions but there were always so many other people around.

He gently rocked the car seat with a smile, whispering things to her that neither you nor Angel could hear, but you heard her contagious giggles. You turned and looked to see who had her laughing like that, and you couldn’t hide your surprise when you saw the gentle, loving look in Chucky’s eyes as he let her reach and hold onto his prosthetic fingers.

Your heart melted at the way he was smiling at her and the words came tumbling out of your mouth, “You wanna hold her?”

He looked up at you, eyes as wide as his smile, “I would be honored.”

You laughed quietly as you stood up and carefully unhooked the straps that kept her safely in the seat. You lifted her up and out before passing her off to Chucky, who cradled her in his arms as if it was second nature to him. Chucky had always been a bit of a caretaker by nature but this was surprising even to you.

“Like you’ve done it a million times before,” you commented as you watched him bounce her gently on his hip.

“Maybe not a million, but close,” he didn’t take his eyes off the baby.

“Oh yea? You have kids?” you really never gave a lot of thought to what Chucky’s life was like when he wasn’t working at the scrapyard. You knew that he had quite a long history, but you never asked about the details of it.

He shook his head, “Haven’t had the good fortune of that yet. But I spent a lot of time with Jax Teller’s boys when they were babies.”

It was the first time that he had spoken to you about his life in Charming. He spared a momentary glance over at you as he said it before returning all of his attention to the baby on his hip. But even in that split second you could see the wistful look in his eyes. Sometimes you forgot about the fact that he uprooted his entire life to come to Santo Padre.

“Do you have plans tonight, Chucky?” you asked.

Both he and Angel whipped their heads to look at you, their expressions vastly different. Angel knew exactly where this line of questions was going and he wanted none of it. Chucky, on the other hand, had never looked more excited.

He shook his head, “Not a single plan in place, Y/N.”

You smiled, “You think you could watch our little pumpkin here for a couple hours while Angel and I get some Mommy and Daddy time?” you drummed your fingers on the bar, “It’d only be for a couple hours. Just to get some dinner and alone time.”

“It would be one of my life’s greatest pleasures,” everything he said always sounded so sincere.

You chuckled, nodding, “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Y/N,” Angel gently wrapped his hand around your arm, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You nodded, “Sure, what’s up?”

He tugged you towards the opposite side of the clubhouse, getting the two of you out of earshot from Chucky, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What?”

“You just wanna leave our baby girl here with Chucky?”

You shrugged, “Why not? He seems like a goddamn baby whisperer.”

“Yea but—”

“And you heard him—he’s been around kids a ton before. Look at him,” you nodded towards Chucky, who was pretending to do some sort of ballroom dance with your daughter, “There is not an ounce of uncertainty in that man’s body. You telling me that any of the guys are ever that confident while holding her?”

Angel sighed, not able to deny that you had a point. Your daughter could smell fear from a mile away, and she could definitely sense when her tíos were getting nervous whenever they held her. You found it amusing because you could literally see the panic set into the eyes of the very tough group of bikers once she started to sound like she was about to cry. They would instantly try to locate you and glad you down to make you put out the fire that they inadvertently started.

Despite all of that, your daughter seemed happy as a clam as she waltzed around the clubhouse with Chucky. You could tell by the expression on Angel’s face that he saw what you saw, he just didn’t want to admit it.

“C’mon, baby,” you smiled and nudged his shoulder, “They make a good pair.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, “Two and a half hours tops. We’ll skip dessert if we have to.”

You beamed, clapping your hands, “Oh this is going to be amazing.” You pressed a kiss to Angel’s cheek before bounding over to Chucky, unable to try and tone down the huge smile on your face, “You really meant it about tonight?”

He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you. For her,” he looked at your daughter with a smile.

“You’re a gem!” you immediately started formulating a timetable in your brain, thinking out loud, “Okay I gotta jet home real quick to take care of a few things. Plus I’ll pack a bag of essentials for her to have here with you. And I’ll shower and get ready for dinner. I should be able to get back here by…6ish? Would that be alright?”

“That would be perfect.”

Angel sat back, watching the two of you make plans together while Chucky held your daughter on his hip. Despite his initial urge to reject the idea, he had to admit that there wasn’t the same knot in his gut about the idea of Chucky babysitting as there had been about literally any of the other guys. Chucky’s brain operated on a different level from the rest of them for sure, but realistically he was probably the most responsible out of all of them. Which was a strange thought.

You waved Angel over so that you could have him walk out to the car with you and the baby. You watched as Chucky carefully got her situated back into her car set, buckling and tucking her under her blanket. You wrapped Chucky in a hug, promising him that you would be back by six.

Angel carried the car set and got it situated in the back seat before turning to you, a smile on his face, “Drive safe, alright?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Wow, no smart comments?”

He chuckled, pulling you into a hug, “I’ll keep ‘em to myself…for now.”

“A true gentleman,” you laughed into his chest for a moment before pulling back to kiss him, “I’ll be back in a couple hours, okay?”

He nodded, “Whatever you need. Text me when you get home. I love you.”

You gave him another quick peck on the lips, “I love you too.”

You had packed everything that you could possibly think of into the diaper bag that you were bringing to the clubhouse. You had clothes, toys, formula, blankets, pillows, and of course diapers. It was impressive how much you were able to jam into the bag. Your daughter was babbling happily in her car seat as she watched you get everything set for her stay with Chucky. It was the first time that she was going to be away from both you and Angel for more than a couple minutes, and you were much more nervous about it than you wanted to let on. Not that you didn’t trust Chucky, but it was tough to leave your baby, even if you wanted some one-on-one time with her father.

When you rolled into the clubhouse, Angel was standing outside with Chucky and a few of the guys. Taking a deep breath you threw the car in park and got out, slinging the diaper bag over your shoulder before opening the back door and getting the car seat out. All of the guys looked at you expectantly as you approached the front steps. You could tell that they all had a hard time wrapping their heads around the fact that you were really about to leave Chucky in charge of your first and only child.

“Didn’t know that this hand-off had turned into a group affair,” you chuckled as you gently set the car seat down on the deck so you could get the bag off your shoulder.

“We just didn’t think that Angel would ever let anyone watch her,” Bishop piped in with a laugh, “Had to see it for ourselves.”

You made small talk with the group of them for a couple minutes before politely hinting that you and Angel had places to be—that was the whole point of this anyway. You unclipped your daughter from her car seat and picked her up, giving her a hug and a kiss before handing her to Angel so that he could do the same.

“I’m sure things will be fine, but if anything happens or if you have any questions at all, don’t hesitate to call me or Angel,” you gave Chucky a hug, “Thank you again for doing this. If anyone has got this under control, it’s you.”

You could see the pride on Chucky’s face as he soaked up what you were saying. Angel had the baby perched on his hip as he spoke to Chucky, “Anything happens to her and I’ll gut you like a fish, got it?”

Chucky nodded, not flinching one bit, “I accept that.”

Angel gave a nod of approval before handing the baby over, giving her one more kiss before doing so. He rested a hand on Chucky’s shoulder, “Thank you for doing this, Chucky.”

You didn’t know if Chucky had even heard what Angel had said—he was already enthralled with your daughter. You chuckled and shook your head as you tugged Angel back towards the car. You could hear the guys as you walked away. Coco must’ve picked up the diaper bag because you heard him call after you to ask if you had filled the thing with rocks instead of diapers, because that’s the only way it could be that heavy.

“What’d you put in there, querida?” Angel asked with a laugh as he got into the car.

“Just the essentials.”

Dinner was quiet, and just what the two of you needed. And, much to your surprise, you didn’t spend the whole evening worrying about if things were going okay back at the clubhouse. You trusted that Chucky would call if he needed assistance. You doubted that he did, though. Angel didn’t seem too flustered over it either. He checked his phone a few times just to make sure that there weren’t any missed calls or texts, but other than that he let it lie.

When the two of you got back to the clubhouse, everything was quiet. It wasn’t nearly late enough for it to be so dead, but you didn’t hear music or ruckus of any kind coming from the clubhouse. It was almost eerie.

You and Angel walked into the clubhouse to see that a large space in the center of it had been cleared of any and all furniture. Chucky had laid out all of the blankets and pillows that you had sent and clearly had come up with some of his own, and made quite the expansive play area for your daughter in the middle of the floor. She was fast asleep now, tucked safely in her favorite blanket with stuffed animals surrounding her. Chucky was sitting cross-legged next to her, just watching her to make sure that she stayed happily in her little dream world.

The icing on the cake was all of Angel’s brothers sprawled out across the blankets as well, also fast asleep. You giggled quietly as you leaned into Angel’s side, both of you walking over attempting not to wake anyone up, but especially the baby.

“Looks like you’ve had things perfectly under control here,” you whispered as you sank down and sat next to Chucky.

“Smoothest sailor out at sea,” he said back quietly with a nod.

“The boys can stay here,” you gently nudged Chucky’s shoulder, “But this little lady needs to come home with me. I’ll come by for the blankets and pillows tomorrow.”

You carefully got your daughter situated in her car seat without waking her up. Your daughter was luckily a very heavy sleeper, which would serve her well growing up surrounded by motorcycles. She hardly even flinched as you buckled her in and draped the blanket back over her again.

You hugged Chucky tight as you thanked him again, and you could tell that he felt it with his whole body, “I really appreciate you doing this for us, Chucky. Would you mind if we called on you again down the road?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he looked back and forth between you and Angel as the three of you stood on the steps to the clubhouse, “Thank you, Angel Reyes, Y/N, for trusting me.”

“You’ve earned it, man,” Angel said with a nod.

The smile that spread across Chucky’s face could’ve melted the coldest heart in the world. The three of you said one more round of goodbye’s to each other before you and Angel headed off to the car, your sleepy daughter now in tow.

Once she was situated and you and Angel had gotten buckled in, you turned over to him with a smile on your face. He shook his head, not even needing to look at you to know that you had a smug expression.

“Just fucking say it,” he said with a laugh.

“I told you so!” you said in a loud whisper as you playfully slapped his arm.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he threw the car into drive, “Yea, yea. You told me so.”

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Waiting to Get Home, Part IV

"Hiii," Bethany sang hungrily as her burrito and flan pulled up to the drop off point at her job. It took some begging with cherries on top and Snookie Woogie Bear, his pet name when she wanted something, but Erik had left work and driven 20 minutes out of the way and back to make it happen. She grinned as he handed it through the window. "Thank youuu, Woogie Bear.. Wait, you leaving?"

"Shit! Don't drop it."

"Oop, caught it," Bethany chuckled as he rolled his eyes. Her heart almost dropped. That would've been bad for her. She didn't have time to grab lunch, hence her begging. His schedule was just as busy. Her lip poked out as she watched the car quickly disappear around the corner but the sight of the foil covered food in the bag was enough for her smile to return.

--

"This bitch got me fucked up," she fussed throwing open the apartment door and flinging her jacket to the floor along with her Michael Kors, locking eyes with a very confused Erik. He was doe-eyed in front of the stove cooking in his boxers. She stomped over to jab her finger into his arm angrily. "Tell me why Trisha went in the fridge and ate my fuckin flan!"

"You let her eat it?!"

"I put it in there for 15 minutes to chill while I ate my burrito! And I know it was this skinny fatass bitch because I saw her at Levi's retirement party stealing hella snacks! I went to the fridge, my fuckin flan was gone, son... GONE."

"Dayum.. that's tough."

"And I almost beat her ass bae... I almost lost my job today I was gonna catch a charge."

"I'd beat a nigga ass if he stole my food."

"Right!? You feel me!" She inhaled taking in the scent of lemon and spices. She wanted to hug him but knew he wouldn't allow it.

His skin smelled like his soap and Brent Faiyaz played from his phone. "Oh you was vibing in here, in your zone. On your toxic shit."

"You got some high hopes. High hopes, baby. Fuck me crazy and I'll tell you 'bout me," he danced with the wooden spoon.

"Oh I've been trying." She kissed her teeth as he blocked her hand from getting in his draws for the umpteenth time over the course of two weeks.

"Chill," he smirked gently pushing her hand away three more times. "You still don't get none."

"Babeeee," she whined dropping her head.

"Bethanyyyyyy," he smirked as she rested her face on the side of his arm. "Oop watch out I need to grab the sea salt," he moved leaving her standing in his place.

"I can't stand you," her eyes narrowed. He was full on smiling. She wouldn't let him break her.

All she wanted was to be boo'd up, spoiled in his arms.. maybe get her back blown out a few times.. but he was stubborn and still waiting for a written apology, one of her special little love notes on her cutesy stationary. For what? Being a lil zesty?

"I'm going to take a quick shower," she announced walking away. Outside of getting the grime of the day off, she had to rub out some sexual energy.

Arguably, maybe she had perhaps and possibly disrespected him knowing that it was something he'd genuinely be upset about. He hated being disrespected more than anything. Maybe she'd gone just a little too-.. She cringed unable to finish the thought. He was a big boy, he could handle a lil zestiness. She, however, was not okay as physical touch was her love language and lately she'd been deprived of all forms of it.. sex, hugs, kisses, and massage.

She'd been pleasuring herself in the shower and at work. Initially, her plan was to seduce him to make him cave but he'd only laugh seeing through it and it made her laugh but it also pissed her off. God forbid she pull the "get it from someone else" card.. He'd send her on her way with a packed bag and say "stay with the other man then." She didn't want anyone else.

Cold turkey was hard. She couldn't even get one measly welcome home hug. Coming back in an oversized shirt to bother Erik, he was watching TV in his room so she checked the oven. Everything was pretty much done and looked and smelled amazing. She turned off the simmering burners determining the asparagus could go a little longer, then she decided to add a little something by making fresh lemonade. She sat it in the fridge to chill.

"I don't want asparagus," she sighed loudly relishing in the irritation she knew Erik would feel at her constant complaints.

"Too bad, it's what we're having," he replied from his room. She laughed silently.

"Why it look so naked? It needs more pepper, where's the salt?"

"It's got enough seasoning," he replied patiently. She held her chest. It warmed her heart how patient he could be and slow to anger though she pushed every button. Bless his heart. The food smelled divine and looked delicious.

"I said it need more pepper or are you afraid of the seasoning?"

"This from the woman who uses the same flavor profile for every dish."

Bethany gasped. "You're overcooking it," she yelled in spite. He was right but he didn't have to come for her like that, she couldn't help that she really liked garlic and Italian food.

"Close my oven door."

"I'm just saying.. Just tryna help..," she fidgeted looking for something else. "I'm thirsty."

"Ok?"

"Ok???" Bethany smirked with faux frustration at him not catching the obvious hint for him to bring his ass out and fix her something. "I'd really like something to drink."

"So get some water."

"I don't want water..."

When he ignored her, Bethany went into his room taking it as an invitation. She sat cross-legged beside him on his bed and he pulled back when she held his hand.

"Stop acting like that!" She bucked at him but stopped to look when he put a hand on her knee.

"That's all you get." He stuck his tongue out.

"Erik...," she stared struggling to keep a straight and pissed off face. "You not getting a two page apology, bruh. You gotta know that."

He nodded. "That's perfectly fine.. and you're not getting... aaallla this. I'm very disciplined you know I can wait.. but can you?"

"Oh I'm good love, you ain't gotta worry about me!"

"But you can't even go without sweets for a week. You cried 3 days into your punishment last week for ice cream and I caved letting you have one. Then today you begged and almost cried for a flan you didn't even get to eat."

"I'm still mad about that! That bitch getting nasty looks from me all day tomorrow."

Bethany got up to turn the oven off and Erik followed changing the conversation to Bethany and her future goals as they set the table and made their plates.

"When you gonna put in for that promotion we talked about?

She sighed. "We had a meeting today so it wasn't a good time, but I'm gonna ask for a meeting with my supervisor and hopefully it's this week."

"Good, stay on it. How's your car running?"

"No issues. I just put gas in it yesterday."

"Ok, ok."

"Could you make me some lemonade?" Bethany started to eat. The food was good and the drop on Erik's face was priceless. He wanted to say no and she expected it but he got up to grab the pitcher and didn't see his favorite one. He checked the fridge and boom, fresh lemonade.

He kissed his teeth, smiling as he poured two tall glasses.

Bethany grinned raising hers in a toast.

After dinner, they parted ways for private time and space and Bethany worked on what she wanted to say to her supervisor. She had it all written out.

Then she had a sudden thought.. an idea.

Quickly she Googled apologies and found one that sounded like something he'd want to hear but she took out the parts that sounded too close to groveling. She took out the parts that made her cringe and it meant she needed one more apology message to edit into the first one to make it long enough to fit a two-page requirement with her handwriting. It wasn't that long at all especially when she wrote bigger and drew a big heart at the bottom. Really it was a few well worded sentences.

Dearest Chef and Handler,

Maybe I acted like a mean person..

I can admit that I did and I can be nicer to you considering you bring me food.

I promise I will not push or hit you.

Also, keep your hands to yourself in public.

So.. I regret that thing that I did in the grocery store. It was bad and I know it made you very angry because you felt disrespected. I don't want to make you feel that way.

I love you and the many services you provide as my chef/handler/servant. I want to enjoy the full range of your services again as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Signed, Management.

♡

Bethany folded the two pages and slipped them into one of her envelopes. She walked them over to Erik's room and stood in front of the TV he wasn't watching to hand over the envelope. He sat down his phone to read it, a smile spreading over his face. He shook his head.

"You a trip."

Bethany tested the waters with her hand firmly on his thigh and when he didn't move her, she squeezed it.

"Hol'up," he paused her standing up. "Let's take this to your bed. Pick out your candles and choose an oil."

While Bethany lined and lighted candles, Erik played some lofi hip hop and laid a towel over her bed for her to lay on. She handed him the oil, stripped down, and he warmed it in his hands before giving her a full body massage complete with happy ending. She knocked right out.

"I couldn't help but notice in your letter," Erik whispered to a hard sleeping Bethany, "You specified that you didn't want to be spanked in public... This must mean you liked being spanked in private.. Good to know..," he nodded closing her door on his way out. "Good to know."

#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens au #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #waiting to get home

[saintobio]

my first ask ( aaaaaa :D )!!

firstly, thank you so much for a great chapter this week, and all the chapters you’ve given us prior. you said you’re not satisfied with your writing, but your story may be one of the best ive ever read. up until i came across SN, i had never found a good chaptered x reader that interested me like SN did ( and im a pretty picky reader lmao ). so, even if you doubt yourself, i ( and im sure lots of others do ) think your writing is amazing.

secondly, ive thought about this for a while, but there’s certain songs i associate with SN and it’s characters now! recently, ive really been associating the song “Dark Red” by Steve Lacy with SN gojo and his feelings towards yn. especially the chorus : “Don't you give me up, please don't give up on me, I belong, with you, and only you, baby. only you, my girl, only you, babe x3, only you, darling, only you”. the fact that gojo practically says this to yn in the new chapter too ): . the song in its entirety describes his emotions towards his wife perfectly, but those lines in particular spoke to me the most ( you should listen to the song if you haven’t before. it’s been on tiktok a lot recently, so u may have already heard it!). another song i associate with SN is “Cameras/Good Ones Go” by Drake, which also has something to do with gojo lol. when it comes to “cameras”, i envision gojo saying the lyrics to sera (i thought about this long before he'd broken things off with her). like hes trying to console her. the lyrics, "Baby girl you need to stop it all that pride and self esteem got you angry about this girl I'm with in all them magazines” , “it looks like we’re in love but only on camera” give me flashbacks to when gojo was actually in love with sera, and made promises to leave his wife for her. after all, it was all supposed to be for show ( for the “cameras” when put in perspective of the song ) but that’s not the case now. for the second song, “good ones go”, I loosely connected it to gojo and yn, and I think the title is pretty self explanatory as to why asjdj. there’s a couple of other songs, but another main one is “Come into the water” by Mitski which I associate with yn and gojo. don’t worry, i won’t go into a full on analysis LMAOSOS but if you’re curious as to why, you should listen to the song and ALSOO look at the meaning of it :D

once again, thank you so much for this weeks chapter and your hard work. i know you get lots of asks as soon as your box opens ( I mean, here i am LMAO ), and i wont mind if you cant get to mine!! i hope you aren’t feeling too overwhelmed especially since you’ve been on such a consistent updating schedule. i also hope you’re taking care of yourself and your physical as well as mental well-being. supporting you always! <3

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Anonymous said

I KNEW IT SMH I KNEW SHE WAS CRAZY. AND FUCK YUUTA CAUSE HE SHOULDA SAID SOMETHJNG.

But anyways...

The way that sera rly just cannot keep yn out her mouth 😒 and atp she just needs to start paying taxes on it. like its too expensive to just be tossed around like that babe🙄☝🏾 I feel like for someone "broke" she sure is worried about everything BUT getting her own money. And thats another thing.... SHES NOT BROKE FR. SHES JUST NORMAL. IDK WHY SHES SO PRESSED ABOUT IT. Idk if cursing yn is rly gonna get u more gains but whatever

I felt yn in this chapter tho cause I am so weak when it comes to emotions. Like if my mind was made up and then he goes and does that I would not know what to do. Cause like you did all this shit but at the same time youre dealing with your own shit. I just think it was unfair to yn.

Lastly eucalyptus can die in a hole cause who does that to an old woman. And so can gojos dad cause he's old and probably smells like someone tried to spray expensive cologne over a fart cloud😖

I get so sad whenever a chapter ends cause I wanna read more😭😭Im so impatient but it's literally worth the wait. Love your writing bae keep up the good work but only after you catch up on the zzs💗

@girlruby23 said

FINALLY GOT TO AN OPEN ASK😭

SAINT ITS BEEN THAT I WANT TO APPRECIATE YOUR WRITING.. YOUR WORK IS ASTOUNDING AND IT GIVES ME CHILLS EVERYTIME I READ IT .SN is one of the highlight of my week(sry for all caps, those are just my emotions) i had a question that i asked before but maybe it didnt reach you.

Do you believe in foreshadowing, have you foreshadowed something in any chapters that someone caught on perfectly?

Also sry im asking again but how many chapters are there for S1?

Also saint please take care. I know youve had a rough week with your health issues. So look after yourself. LOTS OF LOVE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@oikawaandkuroostan said

A wonderful chapter, once again. Just, wow.

I am so amazed once again by how you portrayed Gojo and Y/N's changing dynamic, as well as adding the childhood flashbacks to show how connected they were.

TW for mention of abuse and violence below:

I was truly heartbroken to see when Gojo was begging for Y/N to hit him and scream at him. I know it was written in the story about how shocked y/n was when she realized how he was willing to subject himself to the abuse. Like, oh my god, it really hit me hard. I know we see that trope in a lot of media where men will say they're willing to subject themselves to the abuse of their partners just to get them to stay, but I don't think we realized how truly sad that is. And for Gojo, someone who was subjected to violence by his father, it's really sad. It's so sad to see how he believes this is what he needs to do just to keep people around.

And when his father beat him in the hospital? God, I knew it would happen, but I was still shocked. I'm just shocked by how horrible his family has hurt him throughout his life.

And Eula? Damn, I'm so upset. I had a sinking feeling she would do what she did, but her thought process? The whole "if she goes down, her family goes down" mentality? That's so scary and it goes to show the depths of how wretched she is (as well as how bad Sera could be). It's awful, because she's truly selfish. I thought she cared about her son and providing him with the tools, while she could benefit from him, but now I see she really doesn't care about anyone but herself. At least she recognizes that she's Gojo Sr.'s "karma".

Anyway, thank you again for such a well written chapter, you really had my attention all the way through. I'm always a fan, and you really inspire me in how I want to write.

Please make sure you take care of yourself, though, we in the Discord and your other fans are worried.

- Moni

Anonymous said

i can’t stand eula🤮 and sera🤮 and if sera just pulls up to the funeral uninvited i will literally scream bc WHO TF GOES TO A FUNERAL WHEN YOU’RE NOT INVITED?? 🤬 i dont wanna jinx it but i also feel like she’d make it about herself saying something like “i just wanted to be here for satoru🥺” when she gets kicked out🤬 and ofc she chooses to actually care for him and his feelings when he broke up with her🤬 i also hope eula gets her shit rocked because why would you strangle someone especially your husbands mom😒i hope yuuta snaps at his mom because that woman is crazy 😒 and y/n’s dad and gojos are so different from each other it hurts how different they are😮‍💨 y/n’s dad always puts her first and gojos is the complete opposite😬 and the royal party when they were 7 $:&:&/&£\€\€\^ it’s so cute 🥲 when he promised to marry her 🥲 and did they start greeting each other by kissing each other on the cheek? if so that’s so cute🥲 toji has got to be my favorite also🥺 he worries so much for y/n🥺 i hope his worm comes in soon tho😛 and i also saw your post about gojo wanting 2 kids and it reminded me about how sovieshu wanted kids that looked like navier i added a lot of emojis because it adds flair and also shows emotions so i hope you don’t mind but great chapter as always saint ❤️ you never fail to impress me😫🤝

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rip nana- she didn't deserve that noooo eula why 🤺 and that scene with dadjo? i almost threw hands at my screen but am i really willing to sacrifice my phone for the likes of dadjo? absolutely not. i swear the moment i saw sera's name, i just let out a long ass sigh- she annoys me so much lol. her wanting to show up at the funeral gives me mixed feelings like miss maam that's nice of u to give ur two cents but i highly doubt ur presence is wanted bye. can i also just say that i love how you put so much effort into these characters and the storyline!! i could never write angst bc each time i do, i'll literally change the ending to a happy one 😭. i admire the way you wrote these characters in a way where the reader is able to feel what y/n feels throughout the entirety of sn- at least that's how i feel! that's not an easy thing to do as a writer and i really respect that! i hope that you're doing well btw :( you sounded really upset about those asks ksksks. stay safe and get some rest okay! <3

@lcveaesop said

reading Remarried Empress bc a lot of y'all have said it's similar to SN & i do agree! only that the empress is much more composed than y/n (bc obv she's an empress) and saint has written y/n to be more empathetic, selfless, and gentle.

I don't know who i hate more, sera or rashta? they're both entitled to anything good the world has to offer bc of their poor background (which i sympathize with bc it's sad, relatable, and they don't deserve it) but their greediness exceeds them which makes them unworthy of what they want.

sovier and gojo? kick them to the curb. idk how sovier will develop since im still on early chapters but gojo is forgiven bc.... BECAUSE.

the current chapter might give me y/n's condition considering how much the drama made my heart race😭 pls rest and take all the time if you need saint! even a hiatus if u want, u deserve it💛

guroyeu said

tw: death, s*ram and e*la 🤢🤢

waa my feelings towards gojo throughout this whole chapter was like riding a roller coaster 😭 i swore at him sm in my head but i couldn’t help but feel bad when he was begging yn. he rlly has been through a lot and i’m super glad we see so much more of what’s happening on his side (or family). i’m also rlly glad yn is being very brave, despite feeling nauseous throughout the whole situation. when i saw the warning for a minor character death then i KNEW IT WOULD BE NANA OMFGSG. but then at the same time i had to look away from the screen when it rlly was her that died 💀💀 i wish i wasn’t right this time LMFAO. eula is such a bitch too. there’s just so much to say about her and sera in this, but i’m sure all the readers are thinking the same about those 2 lol. AND i just laughed when sera thought naoya would be on her side when she mentioned toji. did she rlly think he would agree?? LMAO WHY WOULD HE WANNA HAVE A RUMOR THAT INVOLVED HIS OWN FAMLY’S COMPANY. seeing sera get shocked cause she expected him to agree with her was just so entertaining to me. also, this has to be my fav chapter. u did so well, ai <3

@moonlightaangel said

how dare you hurt us like this? 🥲 Nana was supposed to see Gojo’s and MC children, and now we’re all heartbroken 😭 fuck the s*rakatsuki, we need the e*lakatsuki now, how dare the scheming, conniving bitch kill Nana 😩 and i wanted to like Yuuta but if he doesn’t admit to what his devil of a mother did, i’ll never forgive him. thank you for throwing in the bit of comfort with Gojo accepting his mother’s comfort, i honestly i want him to forgive her 🥺 and hopefully he doesn’t blame himself. I need Gen to fly back to Japan and whoop E*la’s/S*ra’s ass, because she’s a queen who knows how to get shit done. please give us the satisfaction of throwing her fake ass in jail for manslaughter, heck, make it third degree murder for our sakes. i just want her to suffer without Gojo Sr.’s help. also i can’t believe he didn’t hear Eula telling her to shut up or Nana struggling, it’s amazing how much of a disappointment Gojo Sr. continues to be. Couldn’t even listen on the phone right either. I hope the autopsy shows it wasn’t cardiac arrest, even though I know it’s unlikely since they’re already talking about the funeral 🥲 Anyways, stan MC, Gen, and Gojo’s Mom for clear skin ✨ I know you tend to have over 300+ messages, so just know we love and care for you! Take good care of your body and take time to relax! Self care is a beautiful thing and we wouldn’t you to get burnt out! Take all the time in the world to write, because we’ll always be here to support you! 🤍

@my-reality-is-in-my-head said

Saint holy shit!! That was an amazing chapter why are u apologizing for its quality?! I THINK IT’S THE BEST CHAPTER YOU’VE EVER DONE SO FAR!! The way you amazingly wound together all the plot points, wrote them in such a heartfelt and exciting manner, GIRL I’M TELLING YOU I COULD NOT STOP SQUEALING BC OF HOW GOOD THE CHAPTER WAS!! IT’S MY FAVORITE SO FAR😭😭💜💜 Putting all the events that happened aside, I really can’t stop thinking how great the plot is 😭I’ve never ever read a fic this amazing i swear I shit u not. You deserve all the praise coming your way, AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY AND UNHOLY PLEASE STOP APOLOGIZING FOR YOUR WRITING BC YOU’RE DOING A REALLY GREAT JOB 😭😭💔💔 I don’t know how else to express everything I’m feeling rn bc I’m a bit incoherent after that chapter sjajiss but I want u to know that I love you!! 💜💜 Great job Saint! Rest properly LIKE PROPERLY AFTER THIS!!

@seai-o2 said

This ask may not be as important as the other ones you've been receiving but sjkffhkssk I've been itching to share to you that 'Somebody Else' by The 1975 fits Y/N so well 😩

Just imagine how the entire chorus speaks for Y/N and the plethora of emotions she's been keeping to herself while still allowing Gojo to meet Sera just because + the confusion kicks in on whether or not she should push through with the divorce, but this was before she finally decided.

"You said you'd find someone to take my place" - Then this phrase leads back to the moments where Gojo would continually remind her that she'll never be Sera no matter how hard she tries, ESPECIALLY ON THEIR FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER AND THE TRIP TO ICELAND (then ofc this all leads up to him regretting it kskskskdjs).

"and everytime I start to believe in anything you're saying I'm reminded that I should be getting over it" - This part is when (our hot daddy/the only man I'll ever commit arson for/everyone's baby/the walking temptation) Toji encourages Y/N to stand her ground and fight for herself too coz fuck knows she's got her own life on the line plus its not something to be taken lightly.

"Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money, I can't give you my soul, 'cause we're never alone" - Ah yes, I get a strong vibe that this line is where Y/N starts to push Gojo away just for the sake of keeping her angina at a less life-threatening level. This also takes me back to the moments where Gojo would run after Sera and leave Y/N in the dark. Like when they were in Bora Bora, they even couldn't communicate and see eye to eye coz Sera was there, and how could Y/N commit herself to him when Gojo was clearly being half-assed at this part? 😭 (but hey, I'm loving every bit of the really heavy angst so BRING IT ON AUTHOR-CHAN!~).

I miss sending you asks omg AND I HAVE TO SAY THAT YOU'VE GOTTEN SO FAR SINCE remember, forever. I absolutey love how more and more people discover your written works, it makes me really glad to see the amount of supporters/readers you have 🙏 Please please pleeeaaaase take care and continually stay safe!~

All my love and support ٩(๛ ˘ ³˘)۶♥

@seashellmichellee said

ALDNAKDKAKS I REAAAAALLY WANNA PULL EULA’S HAIR UNTIL SHE GOES BALD HOLY SHIT ALSNAKSAKA THE AUDACITY OF THE PRETENTIOUS WOMAN!!!!!!! I CANNOT ALSJAKKSA AND HOLY HELL YUUTA 😭 I GET THAT SHE’S YOUR MOM BUT!!? ALSJKAA HNG I STILL WANNA BELIEVE THAT YUUTA WOULD TELL THE TRUTH COZ NANA IS SUCH A SWEET ANGEL AND IF HER DEATH WOULDN’T BE JUSTIFIED, IMMA STRANGLE EULA TO DEATH!!!! AND IMMA DRAG SERA ALONG SO GOJO & Y/N COULD LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER AKDHAKXKSK

Anonymous said

hi Saint! i’m not gonna send a long analysis again this time but just know that this recent chapter left me speechless, in a good way.

I’ve been following you since the ufc fic was ending and honestly you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr, I get so happy/excited to see notifications both from this blog and your main pop up on my phone. sometimes I see you apologizing bc you think that the writing in the chapters are not the best or bc of your delay in publishing, but pls don’t, bc I don’t want you feeling like you have to meet a certain standard for us readers, honestly anything that you produce is amazing and I’m sure that plenty people also think the same. and it’d be a shame if you ended up feeling like you can no longer enjoy a hobby that you’re choosing to share with the rest of us.

prettyy pls take a much needed break because your health, well-being and personal life is always a number one priority. you don’t owe us anything and if you feel like falling back for however long you need then you should do it, tumblr can wait!

have a good night/day depending on when you receive this!

-🦢

Anonymous said

Again a perfect chapter!! I loved it and it ended so shocking I couldn't believe. I'm feeling a little weird(Idk if its right word?) about what will happen next. Will satoru's dad find out? What will happen between satoru and y/n? Or What really naoya is planning? Andd yuuta plays an important role idk if he will tell. Even though it's right thing to confess I can understand because it's his mom. Also I'm a little worried about satoru he might think he really lost everyone and if he find out who did that his relationship with his father would be so much worse because basically he married with the woman. (honestly he has every right to do anything) Anyway, thank you so much for your hardwork and I'm sorry if I didn't make so much sense! Lastly I wanna add please don't push yourself too much. I know maybe ur hearing it too much but sometimes letting yourself, your mind relax is important. So give yourself a little free time sometimes. Have great day! 💗

Anonymous said

saint, good job with this week's update ( ,: i mean it every time I say it; thank you, for committing to your passions and being a joy to others through it.

One thing I wanted to really really highlight was the emotional connection that really blossomed in this chapter. I always knew yn and gojo had somewhat of a connection together, since they were each other's puppy love, but this last chapter really solidified their value for one another. The flashback from both their childhood scenes, I believe, will play a part in how yn and gojo's future will unfold. Seeing how he tries so hard to keep his childhood promises with yn, I dont see him taking his promise with yn's mom lightly - he'll probably try and commit to that till his grave. Yes, there's still so much to unfold... but I think because of this emotional connection that you established, I believe the future chapters would be that much harder for us, readers, to absorb the pain the characters will go through, but also for you, as the writer, to encapsulate all the detail and weight of the scenes that are to come. I believe yn stating her trauma with gojo was such a big step for both of them, and for their marriage. I know we are foreshadowing a divorce, but I also do believe in order for gojo to willingly let her go... he needs to know all of what he's done to her, and hear it from yn herself. It's good because the more yn reveals, the more gojo seems to be a slave to yn's heart; the more she shares her brokenness, the more he desperately desires to cling unto her. Imagine how painful it would be IF and WHEN these two lovers have to separate?

@propertyoftoru said

CHAPTER 13!!! MY HEART!!! YOUR SKILLS AS A WRITER??? HOLY SHIT??? IM SO ENVIOUS OF YOUR TALENT 😭😭 the EMOTIONS i went thru while reading this!! my heart was BREAKING for satoru like yeah i might’ve been mad at him for a bit but his groveling 😭 he just wants to be loved and he FINALLY TOLD US THAT. even during the smut i was smiling but also crying at the same time. he put his own selfish desires aside and opted to wear a condom because he knew it was what y/n wanted 😭 and he was so concerned when y/n said to slow down 😭 THE AMMOUNT OF ANGER I HAVE TOWARDS EULA?!!?!!?!!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! NOT NANA!!! LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE EXCEPT FOR NANA!!!! while i was reading that section i just kept whispering “pls no not nana” then the flash backs gave me WHIPLASH because the first flashback i was like AWWWW bb toru being an angel and making ANOTHER promise to take care of and marry y/n then the second flash back i was like GOD PLEASE NO. LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE BUT THIS. i just wanna take a second an admire your ability to make me form an emotional attachment here and literally feel my heart BREAK. NANA DESERVED BETTER 😭😭 i just hope satoru doesn’t lash out on yuuta if he does manage to find out the truth. poor bb didn’t do anything and i feel like he’s gonna get caught in the crosshairs 😭 those stinky rats eula and sera are gonna get what the deserve. (my foot up their asses) thank u for another amazing chapter 🥺🥺 i hope ur doing well and feeling better! 💕

Anonymous said

i really just want megumi, mai, and maki's reaction towards sera if they knew that she wasn't an ex but an affair. knowing you and your writing, if ever that happens in the future chapters, it would be GOLD i just know it. and poor megumi, that leech is latching on you and your father. get away you bitch, even the depths of hell wont accept you 🤺🤺

also i feel bad for yuuta rn, he seen all of that and HIS OWN MOTHER threatened him, then he got to keep the act all up i just want to hug him tight and assure him that everything will be okay in the end because (trust the author!). he must be traumatized and unstable like satoru right now, given that he has seen all that but decided to bottle it up. i do hope yuuta and satoru works together (somehow? i dont know but i want to see where their brotherhood goes 🤔) against all of the things happening in the gojou group right now. by this time, its only the two of them left to stop their family name from dropping down to the lowest levels in the business industry.

even though they are unstable right now they are the only 'stable enough person' to stop things from happening.

oh and sera becoming more and more confident? bitch put your confidence back to your own place you don't deserve at least a small ounce of it. don't even hold your head up high because the only thing you will be holding your head up high for is seeing yn succeed. (my superiority complex cant stand seras bullshit)

nonetheless, another great chapter from you and things are getting more and more promising now. two chapters left and i am excited to see where this one goes because everything is going downhill, but enough for the climax of the story to begin (seeing the dramas and problems happening here and there). and by that, i have a feeling that sn1 will end on a bad one then sn2 will still have drama but i think that'll be where resolutions happens on some part. (my theory ._.)

even so, ill put all my trust on you on the next chapters because i trust your judgement, outline, plot, plans, and character development. and also sorry if any of my words turned out offensive. ;-;

another great chapter, thank you saint. please take a great, great rest equivalent to this great chapter before you start writing again. you deserve all the time in the world because of how much effort i see you put into each of your works. please also use that same effort to take care of yourself. dont forget that! take care of yourself!

thats all my rants for this chapter, i hope its not annoying. ah, i wish for yuuta's happy ending too. baby boy needs happiness in his life if he is raised by a toxic person. :(

thats all, ily saint! take care of yourself!

Anonymous said

I have a theory

So if I read correctly (it’s 4am my brain is shutting down slowly) sera was looking for something to expose MC in public so she can face the public’s criticism.

If that’s true does she realise what effect this will have in her and Gojo? She’s so desperate to “eliminate” MC and while she looks down at her and tries to take her place by any means she doesn’t realise how everything will affect her.

If Sera exposes her affair with Gojo she doesn’t really realise that she and Gojo will be the ones facing negativity and not MC. Sure there will be people who will say that MC did something wrong to lead Gojo to cheat like that but usually in the public’s eyes it’s the mistress and the husband who are to blame.

Infidelity also is a very strong sign not to trust someone. And in business world trust is necessary for companies. Gojo’s dad obviously dislikes Satoru and he just need an excuse to kick him out of the company. So boom here comes sera and the affair here’s Gojo sr’s reason. And suddenly Satoru is disowned and is left with no job no money and a huge trauma. Does sera really think she will be able to climb in a higher status by “overthrowing” MC and taking her place, acting like the affair never existed. So basically her “revenge” on MC will be her downfall and she doesn’t seem to realise it..

I swear if someone from inside the Gojo household or Gojo’s mom or Sera or even an employee it will trigger so much events and suddenly the whole Gojo family will be exposed.

Satoru’s physical abuse

Yuuta’s emotional abuse

Eula’s true colours and actions

Gojo sr actions

It can be the end for the whole Gojo group.

I’m so excited to see how things will turn out..

Also does Sera actually think that she still has a chance with Satoru and that he still loves her or she’s just desperate to stay with him for her own reasons or she just doesn’t want to face reality?

@craftyfawns said

I thought sera was just a mild misogynistic pick me girl at first who shits on yn by being like ‘I’m unique~~~ Because I’m poor I’m not like other rich girls *cough yn cough*~~ but no, she’s just a straight up woman hater. Like she hates women. Compare what she thinks of naoya and toji to what she thinks of meredith (??) mai, and obvs yn, she just hates women.

Sera would be the kind of girl who would be like ‘i don’t believe in feminism bc i think we should believe in equalism’ and then proceed to never let gojo let his feelings out near her bc she’s also a believer of toxic masculinity 😐 i hate her

Anonymous said

BESTIEEEEE THAT CHAPTERRRRR🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾 Yuuta better snitch 🥲 I want justice for nana he I know he has those Oscar nominated acting skills from the manga 🤣🤣🤣 also one question my dear Saint, Does Gojo’s dad even love him? Because it looks to me like he just sees him as a tool and abuses him plus he’s always gushing about Yuuta. Like would he even care if his son was hurt seriously or something? And my new enemy is his bitch of a wife like I swear Yuuta you better snitch😩😩 you witnessed a killing and you know who did it please sing like a canary my love. You better sing soon or they’re going to say that you were a accomplice😩😩😩 then Gojo’s dad is really gonna be mad.

Anonymous said

Hi i just wanted to drop by and share a few thoughts. I’ve read a lot of different fanfiction by many different creators. But you are definitely among the few that have actually stood out! Your language and general way of writing is amazing! As much as I appreciate the way you describe characters and their growth/emotions I am love with the way you set a scene/world. I could write an essay honestly but I’ll spare you😋

All in all I am a fan!!!!

thesupernotsosecretblog said

i feel like sera will manipulate gojo into thinking it's mcs fault for nanas death bc she announced the divorce or lie about mc having an affair w toji😕 she'll probably say something like she did in bora bora when they found out about the birth control :/ and then gojo being in an emotional state will believe her and reveal the truth about the merger and say that everything he told her in this chapter was a lie😕 and maybe this all happens at nanas funeral and she has an angina attack but she gets called an attention seeker by sera/gojo so the zenins help her and toji tells gojo to stay away from mc

Anonymous said

And suddenly I forgot how to talk/ type

This chapter i swear I cried

Imma start with Satoru and I’ll be completely honest. I HATED him. Like I wanted him to suffer but reading the last two chapters and his trauma I actually feel bad for him. He’s so devastated I can’t even think about him-

I was so worried about Y/N in this character. Things got so emotional that i was almost sure that she would have an “angina attack”

Sera. I wanna slap her so bad. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GIRL. Also did sera really not understand that Satoru is done with her and their relationship? But anyway I’m stopping here because there is much more important stuff than a bratty woman who can’t face reality.

Another person who deserves to be punched: Gojo sr. He PUBLICLY beat up his son he’s like a child who can’t control his emotions. Hope he gets his Karma eventually 👀👀

Yuuta my poor bby is so confused I feel bad for him

Mai meeting sera. The queen gave her what she deserves. 0 attention

Toji being caring friend melts my heart but after one of your asks I’m scared to trust him anymore. Still team Toji though😂😂

Naoya I can’t with this man. Honestly what is he doing…

And the worse for last. EULA WHAT THE

Like she calls others monsters but she legit KILLED someone innocent. SHE DESERVES THE WORSE KARMA. Hope something triggers an investigation for Nana.

R E S T. I N. P E A C E. N A N A.

Anonymous said

ngl i havent liked satoru one bit in the sn, hes just been a massive dick but god do i feel sorry for him. his mother left him,, his dad started abusing him, his stepmom is a vile goldigging women and the only person who he could rely on was nana but she got killed by his fucking stepmom. i definitely think that the way he turned out is because of his family. Say his mother took him with her or she stayed then i dont think he would have ended up so traumatised.

also i’m to see whether yuuta tells them about his mothers deeds, i sure do hope he does and i would also want to see how gojo and y/n react to it.

@sachiochan said

oh man waking up this early only to read this is like... waking up to a news broadcast 😭😭 oh man where do we start, eula killing her mother in law, y/n maybe changing her mind, or dadjo physical abusive nature?? perhaps we start with the beginning, dude I thought out of an accident, like at the Gojo's house everyone gathered + y/n, they were discussing the divorce proceedings and then begging y/n to change her mind then dadjo starts physically abusing Satoru afterwards like Nana steps in but Dadjo whacks her by accident then he kept seeing red and accidentally killed her. Man by far this exceeded my expectations, I am so fuckin glad that now we have something to get Eula with like bitch is gonna get her fucking retribution and karma hoho but rest in peace Nana 😭 I think theres a high chance y/n will change her mind after what she saw like, dadjo abusing satoru, nobody helping him and stuff and she will change her mind secretly and noboy knows, then Satoru's mum and her will take care of him and bring him to recovery slowly but then again, I think all that news at night is bound to traumatise him to the point it shatters him and he just becomes an empty shell temporarily, before and after Nana's wedding for a indefinite amount of time. I think Dadjo wasnt raised with love tbh thats why hes like that but no point discussing a loser like that 😒 like he may has his own pains but like, thats no reason for u to physically abuse ur 1st son bitch. good chapter, i really loved it with y/n and gojo's "try to make up but fail" stuff and well, this isnt a disappointing chapter, just a very sad one ❤️

Anonymous said

hey saint! it was an amazing chapter, as always! i can't believe you were saying that this chapter would have the worst writing when it's a masterpiece!

the whole plot is getting more and more intense and tbh what happened here is even more interesting than satoru and yn's romance😭😭 i felt like i was watching a movie and i think it's one of the things that got me addicted to sn. only having romance can get pretty boring (even tho i could never be bored with the way you write your stories)

i don't even know where to start but EULA PRISON ARC WHEEEEEEEN

i think yuuta is too sweet to keep what he saw to himself. he's not like his mother and (i think you said that?) he even judges her for the awful things she does

also sera leveling up in the clown game HAHAHAHAHA the funerals are gonna be wayyyyy too interesting and im ready to see her getting put in her place by gen, satoru, yn AND literally everyone there (naoya>>>>>>>)

i feel like the next chapter is gonna be the last one with A LOT of drama before we can move on to the end

once again, thank you for always giving us the best

don't forget to take care of yourself♡

Anonymous said

GIRL I WAS LEGIT CRYING THE WHOLE CHAPTER. THE. WHOLE. CHAPTER. OK SOOOO (TW : SERA & EULA) THAT BITCH SERA OMG I SWEAR SHE BETTER NOT DO ANY MORE DAMAGE. SHE'S DONE ENOUGH. SHE NEEDS TO STAY FAAARRR AWAY FROM GOJO & Y/N ISTG I WILL TRANSPORT TO THE STORY AND END HER MYSELF. EULA GIRL I–. I REALLY YUUTA SNITCHES ON HER. THATS ALL IM SAYING. Ok but back to the main pair, I hope gojo & y/n start healing tbh. I know it's bound to get even more angsty, and you can take your time with that since it's ur story, but I do wish them the best. I was in so much pain for the two of them this chapter omg. As always, please, please, please take all the time you need to rest. It's not healthy if you keep pushing yourself just to catch up to a deadline. Please ALWAYS put your health first before anything. Amazingly chapter as always saint! <33

Anonymous said

so i couldn't send this after chapter thirteen was published but i was listening to tolerate it by taylor swift and it reminded me so much of gojoy/n. mainly the bridge and the chorus that says:

"you assume i'm fine / but what would you do if i, i / break free and leave us in ruins / took this dagger in me and removed it / gain the weight of you then lose it / believe me, i could do it / if it's all in my head tell me now / tell me i've got it wrong somehow / i know my love should be celebrated / but you tolerate it"

i feel like this is exactly what's happening. she is breaking free of that marriage and trying to be happy and healthy. the "gain the weight of you then lose it" reminds me of gojo tbh. like he realizing she understands him, his trauma and his pain but she is leaving him and that is destroying him.

anyway, love the story. you are an amazing writer. hope you are feeling better, please take care of yourself. <3

hiiiii you guys thank u for sending these through i’m always having lots of fun reading through them <33 🥺🥺

#saintobio.asks #series: sincerely not

[a-aexotic]

oikawa from hq with a really cocky/sarcastic girlfriend 😏thanks bae

hey bestie! of course hehe, i'm going to do headcanons because requests for fics are closed right now!

warnings: flirting

so, you're cocky and sarcastic?

well, your just his type 😏

obviously if you were cocky you probably wouldn't even notice oikawa if you were at one of the games

you would not be one of his fan girls, ofc

at first he's like "what the fuck why doesn't she look at me :("

buttt then he realizes you probably aren't here for him so he would try his best just to focus on the game

but he was distracted because when he did his amazing serve, you didn't even flinch

you just rolled your eyes

"why tf did he jUST ROLL HER EYES."

he is confused .. he was supposed to IMPRESS you

anyway after the game he went up to you in an attempt to get your number or something

this is how it went :

"hey, so uh- did you enjoy the game?"

"i guess, it was okay.."

"can i-"

"i have to go,,, you smell like sweat, dude. maybe take a shower?"

yeah he was confused ... so so so confused

why. didn't. you. LIKE. HIM.

i mean everyone did !!!! why did the only girl he wants ignores him??

he realizes after talking w his teammates that maybe he'd have to work to get your number

so he did

by that, i mean relentlessly flirting every time he saw you

THEN he realized maybe you like didn't flirting?

so he did the right thing this time - he befriended you!

he got to know you and he loved your sarcastic + cocky comments when it wasn't directed at him <3

he was in love your personality

not only were pretty but you had a nice personality AND you weren't obsessed with him?

anyway, after a bit YOU asked HIM out

he was surprised but he agreed

he fangirled the whole day <3

when you started dating, your personalities kinda clashed?

except he was sarcastic in a nice way??? (i don't know how to phrase it but if you know oikawa you know what i mean 😀)

you were mean sarcastic way (like tsukki or something)

so you guys kind of clashed? but in a good way

you guys were iconic

he's very clingy

he wants you attend every game

and you happily obliged <3

anyway i love you guys together hehehe

also this reminded me of my bestie @siriusunset hehehehe here ya go <3

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #hq x y/n #hq oikawa #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa haikyuu #headcannons #hq headcannons

[elizabeethan]

The Days We Defend (Will Turn to Gold)- Chapter 9/10

Everything is perfect, until it isn’t. Killian and Emma have spent months building a life together after finally defeating Neal and Gold, but when the Dark One dies and his power becomes untethered, everyone in Storybrooke is at risk, and some decisions may have lasting consequences.

Sequel to Walk With Me (I Think We’ll Find A Way)

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A/N: Surprise, it’s early! One chapter to go after this one!!! Let me know what you think... It’s a doozy.

Thank you to my good pal @the-darkdragonfly for being an amazing beta!

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They wait outside of the vault for what feels like hours. Realistically, it couldn’t be more than thirty seconds before someone speaks up, but the tension is palpable to everyone present, thick enough to slice with the dagger they just entrusted in the hands of Baelfire.

“So, how is this supposed to work?” Emma asks the Apprentice, breaking the silence in what Killian can sense is overwhelming nerves.

“You, as the Savior, are the proprietor of the most powerful Light Magic. As the person who removed your potential for darkness, I am the possessor of the counter to your lightness. Combining our powers will charge the hat enough to absorb the Darkness.” His answer is casual, as if it should be obvious to them all.

She’s pacing nervously, rolling her eyes at his mention of the removal of her potential for darkness. Killian almost wonders what may have happened if she had taken the darkness all those weeks ago based on the removal of such, but shoves those thoughts from his head. “It’s all a bit ridiculous, if you ask me,” she says.

“I’m sure it seems that way, but you must believe in your ability to wield your magic, Savior.”

“He’s right, mom,” Henry adds. “If anyone can get my other mom back, it’s you.”

She shoots her son a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes as she rings her hands together, holding them close to her just below her ribs. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, kid,” she murmurs.

Killian sighs, realizing once more that the more time that passes, the greater opportunity Bae has to cheat them all. Before he can voice his opinion, though, Robin speaks up. “Should we go in and check now? It’s been a few moments.”

“Yeah,” Emma breathes out. “He’s had more than enough time to subdue her.”

Once they’re inside, Emma pushing the tomb away from the vault’s entrance effortlessly with her magic, they creep down the dark stairs and into the halls of Regina’s safe haven. It’s dank and smells of mildew, and he wonders why she wouldn’t use her Dark Magic to polish the place up a bit.

“Savior,” the Apprentice says, “we’re close enough; we can pause here to charge the hat.”

Emma nods, taking a deep breath and hugging herself around her middle, crossing her arms stiffly in her stress. “Okay,” she says with her voice low.

The Apprentice’s explanation of what she needs to do seems somewhat complicated, but despite her inexperience with her magic, Emma seems to understand perfectly. The two of them stand across from one another with the hat sitting between them and he waves his hands over it until it begins to move. As he works, Emma glances up at Henry and Killian, giving them an encouraging but not quite believable smile.

Before they know it, the cylindrical lockbox housing the hat is jumping in place until the hat itself appears. The Apprentice continues to explain what she should do, and she concentrates harder than he’s ever seen her; the look of determination on her face gives him hope that this will work. Her resolve and conviction makes it impossible for him not to believe in her. The bright look of surprise across her features once the two of them stop using their magic tells him that it must have worked, and the hat glowing in anticipation of its use.

“You did it!” Henry exclaims, rushing to her and wrapping her in a hug which she returns easily. “I knew you could.”

Killian releases a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, stepping towards her and taking her hand once she’s released from Henry’s grasp. She goes to him happily, a triumphant smile across her face as she lets go of his hand in favor of pulling him into a tight hug.

“Job well done, Swan,” he says into her hair. “We never doubted you for a second.”

She pulls from him and giggles softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and then stepping away, a silent agreement made among all of them that they must continue on. Once they’re far enough into the vault, sneaking quietly along the stone floor, they hear the quiet conversation going on between Regina and Bae.

“I saw what he said this morning,” the Dark One says confidently. “I used mirror magic and was able to see exactly what my son thinks of you these days. It shouldn’t be hard to convince him that I’m doing the right thing here.”

“You’re insane,” Bae responds, groaning in pain suddenly.

“No, I’m motivated. There’s a difference. Your little plan didn’t work like I’d hoped, so I suppose I’ll have to go with my backup plan.”

He’s breathing heavily as he says, “and what, you think killing me is the best way to go about getting what you want?”

Killian sees Emma tensing as she picks up her pace, tucking herself behind a corner close to where Regina and Bae have met. She glances back at everyone else nervously as the conversation continues.

“I finally found the spell I need to remove the darkness. I only need one more special ingredient.”

“Wait!” Emma shouts forcefully, as if she didn’t think before revealing herself in a desperate attempt to stop Regina in her tracks. “Regina, whatever you’re doing, just wait.”

“Savior,” she says venomously. “I was wondering when you were going to show yourself.”

It’s clear that she knew that Emma was here all along, but whether she’s aware of the presence of the other five people standing in her vault, he can’t be sure.

Emma steps around the corner fully, making herself seen and holding her hands up placatingly . “We have a plan, Regina. If you want to remove the darkness, we can help you with that.”

“Right. I’m sure the princess of Light Magic is going to help the Dark One. Step away, Miss Swan, and let me finish what I’ve started.”

“How long have you had his heart?” Emma asks, and Killian desperately wishes that he could see the scene playing out behind this wall.

Regina laughs lightly, ominously, and says, “I’m not surprised you didn’t notice. Meanwhile, how quickly did you realize that he had the pirate’s? I suppose that goes to show how she truly feels about you,” she says, and he can only assume she’s speaking to Bae now.

“Please just put it down,” Emma begs. Killian has to assume that she got the dagger away from Bae somehow because she evidently has his heart and can control him, likely coercing him into giving it to her. Otherwise, he’s certain that they would have commanded her to stop as they had planned.

He sees Henry starting to stir, so he holds up a hand and shoots him a glare that says don’t even think about it. The last thing they need is for Henry to put himself in harm's way. The lad leans back against the wall silently.

“Give me the hat and maybe I will,” she negotiates.

“Regina, please just trust us. We want to help you, and we have a plan. A good plan! We can help you get the darkness out without hurting anyone.”

Regina scoffs, her laughter reminding Killian of the person she was back in the Enchanted Forest years ago. “Who, you? You and the old man are going to help me? You think you're more powerful than I am?”

“I never said that!” Emma tries despondently. Then, Killian hears the unmistakable sound of magic being wielded followed by Emma’s desperate shout: “no!”

As he rounds the corner, all semblance of logical thought evacuating his mind quickly, he hears Baelfire cry out in pain and sees him collapse to the floor of the vault. Emma falls to her knees beside him, sobs wracking her as she hysterically shakes his motionless form. When Killian’s eyes finally find Regina, he sees her holding her closed fist above the glowing hat that she must’ve conjured away from Emma, the last remnants of dust sprinkling out of her hold as the hat’s brilliance strengthens. He sees a manic smile splitting the Dark One’s face as he rushes to Emma’s side in a useless attempt to comfort her.

He has no idea where anyone else is. He thinks he hears Robin shout, but it isn’t clear over the sound of Emma’s keening. He runs his hand along her spine when he reaches her and she spins, releasing Bae and throwing herself into Killian’s chest forcefully. Her tears dampen the skin of his neck. Her cries deafen him to the ruckus surrounding them. He almost doesn’t notice Henry boldly rushing towards the Dark One in violent haste.

“What have you done?!” he screams, and both Killian and Emma snap apart and turn towards the lad just in time to watch him thrust the dagger towards Regina’s throat.

“Henry,” the Dark One says against the blade, her eyes bulging as they meet his own. “Put the dagger down.”

Killian recognized the look on the lad’s face just before he leapt for her: it’s the same one he himself wore just before he killed his own father.

“Tell me why you did this,” he demands, his voice wrought with emotion.

Regina, unable to defy the laws of the dagger, answers, “he had no idea how to be a father to you.”

“Now he’ll never have the chance to learn!” he screams, pressing the blade until a trail of crimson paints her flesh.

“You deserve better than him,” she insists assuredly, though her head is held high in avoidance of the weapon.

“I deserve better than you!”

“Let me remove the Darkness. Then this will all be over! We can be together again!” she begs against the scalloped edge.

Killian stands slowly, pulling Emma along behind him, and they move closer to Henry as carefully as they can. “We had a plan to remove it that didn’t involve murder!”

“Henry,” Emma tries timidly. “Kid, please put the dagger down.”

“She killed my dad,” he reasons, not turning his gaze from Regina. “She has to pay.”

“If you do this, the only person who will pay is you.” Emma's voice is eerily calm now, as if something has switched in her and her motherhood instincts have taken over to give her what she needs to talk her son through the crisis he’s battling.

“I can’t let her get away with this!” he shouts. “She killed him right in front of me!”

“Kid,” she says, stepping away from Killian and towards the lad to put a careful hand on his shoulder. “We will make sure that she’s held accountable for this. Let me take the Darkness out of her and we’ll put her where she belongs.”

“She doesn’t deserve to live.”

“This isn’t you, Henry. You’re a good kid, you know right from wrong. You know what happens to you if you go through with this.”

“Lad,” Killian says, surprising himself. “Don’t let your mother see you become the Dark One.”

His shoulders relax. His arm loosens, the dagger falling from Regina’s flesh and dragging a bit of blood along with it. She lets out the breath she was holding in suspense and collapses slightly against the table behind her.

Emma turns towards the Apprentice and flatly says, “please take care of this now,” before Henry turns, drops the dagger to the ground, and throws himself into his mother’s arms.

Regina reaches for the dagger but Killian grabs it first. “Take him outside, love,” he instructs Emma.

Once they’re gone, the Queen sneers at him angrily as the Apprentice prepares for the spell to remove the Darkness and store it in the hat. “I almost had you,” she says, smirking.

He can’t help but to roll his eyes. “You never had me. How long have you had his heart?”

“Oh,” she says casually, “it wasn’t until after the curse broke. Don’t worry, that was all him.”

“So you knew we would try to disarm you with the dagger, then?” David asks.

“Of course. I figured the curse would break eventually, and when it did I had to be ready. Oh, congratulations, by the way.” She turns back towards Killian. “I must admit, you and the Savior breaking the curse was a fun surprise.

He rolls his eyes again, desperate to not engage her in further conversation. “Do you want us to remove the Darkness or not?”

“Yes, and then I’d like to see my son.”

He laughs. “I can assure you that is not happening.”

“Why, because I took care of a problem for him? We all know Neal wasn’t cut out to be a father. I mean, look at what he did. This was all based on his plan.”

“Take a look at what you did,” Killian spits, gesturing towards Bae’s crumpled, lifeless body, trying not to think about the young boy he used to know.

“It would be a miracle if Henry ever speaks to you again. You’ve just murdered his father in front of him,” David adds.

“Tell me, how is that any different from what you did all those years ago, Captain?”

He snaps his head towards her too quickly, fearing Emma’s father learning more about his sordid. “We agreed not to speak of that.”

She chuckles darkly. “You murdered your own father with his son in the next room. How are you any better than me?”

He hardly thinks before taking the dagger and pressing it to her throat, pushing her against the table and overpowering her easily. “Listen,” he commands, fully aware that she has no choice. “I made a mistake; I’ve made many. And since then, I’ve made amends. I feel regret over the things that I’ve done and the harm that I’ve caused. You just murdered your son’s father right in front of him and show no remorse. Don’t begin to compare us because we are nothing alike.”

He releases her once the Apprentice speaks, informing them that he’s ready as long as they are. “You have to want to have the Darkness removed, Dark One.”

“I do,” she insists. “Just do it already.”

He takes the dagger and waves it ceremoniously, reciting a spell that honestly sounds a bit ridiculous before waves of black are drawn from her chest, right where her heart would be if he believed she had one. The scene playing out before him reminds him of the violent onyx whizzing through the air mere weeks ago when she became the Dark One.

The Apprentice is shaking with exhaustion as he continues to chant, holding the dagger in his hands above her heart until all of the black ribbons have flown into the hat. Once the room fades to silence, he falls to the ground, Regina collapsing just after him.

The room is silent for far too long. No one moves. No one speaks. No one knows what to do.

“What now?” Robin asks, his voice flat and his expression blank as he stares at Regina’s still face.

“We’ll have to remove them and… and the body,” Killian chokes out. “Are they alive?”

“Both are. The Apprentice doesn’t look so good, though,” David answers. “Would be a lot easier if we could magic them out of here.”

“I’m not letting Emma come back down here!” Killian snaps, turning to sneer at her father.

“I wasn’t suggesting that,” he starts and though he looks as though he could say more, he stays quiet. “Why don’t you go up and check on them.”

“We've got to get—”

“Go,” he insists. “Robin and I will make sure Regina gets to where she needs to be, and we’ll take the Apprentice to the hospital.”

“What about him?” he gestures towards Bae’s stiff frame.

David sighs. “We’ll figure that out. Right now… your family needs you. Make sure Henry’s out of here. He doesn’t have to see anything else today. ”

His words weigh heavily in the space between them, the air feeling thicker suddenly as he admits his acceptance of Killian’s presence in his daughter and grandson’s lives. “Aye mate,” he breathes in response, taking one last look at the state of the room and turning towards the exit.

When he gets outside, the sun is nearly setting and the humid summer air leaves him feeling hot and sticky in his leather jacket. He finds Emma and Henry a few meters away from the stone structure, Emma sitting on the ground and her son’s head resting in her lap. His stomach twists in knots at the sight of them. The lad has been through enough already without having to be involved in what he’s just witnessed.

When she hears him coming, Emma looks up through tears, her brows pinching together as she appears to hold in more tears. She runs her fingers through Henry’s hair soothingly, but it’s clear that he’s difficult to console. He has every right to be.

Killian sits beside her, as close as he can get, and she somehow presses closer and rests her head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her so that he can run his hand along her arm. “Robin and your father are working on… cleaning up.”

“It’s done?” she asks through silent tears.

“Aye,” he just about whispers. “It appears to have worked.”

“Where is she?” he hears Henry mumble from his mother’s lap.

“Passed out, lad. To be transported to the hospital.” He nods in response, otherwise staying still. “We should go now. Pick up the baby and head home.”

Emma sighs, her breath stuttering, then says, “you’re right. Let’s get you home, kid.”

Henry’s silent and stoic as he stands from his mother’s hold and brushes off his thighs. He’s turning towards the car before Killian and Emma can even stand.

~~~~

Corrine, as emotionally intelligent as she is, keeps asking everyone what’s wrong. Emma tries making grilled cheese for dinner, hoping her favorite comfort food will entice Henry, but he stays on the couch and doesn’t say a word. She hardly touches her own, neither does Killian, and Corrine wonders aloud why everyone is so sad.

“We’re okay, baby,” Emma tells her softly, running her curled finger down her cheek and giving her a soft smile. “Don’t you worry.”

“Momma, Henny’s okay?” she asks through a mouth full of grilled cheese.

“He…” she starts, glancing over to Killian briefly. They’ve talked in the past about how they don’t wish to lie to her despite her young age, but this is too much for her to understand. “He’ll be okay, Coco. He just needs some time.”

She nods as if Emma’s words make complete sense to her and takes a giant swig of the chocolate milk she shouldn’t be drinking.

“What did you do with Mimi and Ollie today, love?” Killian asks her, trying to maintain an air of positivity for her.

“I play,” she answers. “I dance.”

“Did Ollie enjoy dancing with you?”

“No.”

Emma snorts softly, a genuine smile gracing her features in response to their humorous child. “No? He doesn’t like One Direction?”

She begins to pout, shooting him eyes filled with such pathetic sadness that it pulls at his heartstrings. “No, Baby Shark.”

“Ugh,” Emma says. “No Baby Shark in this house. We’ll stick to one direction, right Coco?”

“Mom,” they hear from the entrance of the kitchen, and each of them turn towards the source of the voice.

“Hey kid, hungry?”

“No thanks,” he says softly, his voice somber but slightly less angry than before. “I was hoping you could take me to… to my mom’s house. I have some stuff there that I want to move over here.”

She pauses and then turns to face him entirely. “Of course, Henry. Whenever you're ready.”

Killian and Corrine spend the evening together while Emma takes Henry to Regina’s. They were apart for nearly a month, aside from the few hours he could see her per day, so he’s happy to have the opportunity to reconnect with her. Her favorite activity to promote such reconnection is dancing.

Her favorite band has a variety of upbeat songs that he can easily hop around to, picking her up and bouncing her on his hip as she laughs and shrieks. At a certain point, she ends up in only her shirt and diaper, her hair having fallen out of the tiny updo it was in and landing in a wild mane around her face as she holds her fists in front of her and jumping to the beat of the song that plays loudly over the stereo.

“Hi momma!” she screams when Emma walks through the door, running for her at full speed and crashing into her legs.

“Hi!” Emma responds excitedly, the grin across her face as she picks her up squeezing at his heart. Henry walks in behind her with a box of items, smiling softly at Corrine and heading towards the stairs.

“Turning in, lad?” he asks.

“Yeah,” he answers, pausing briefly and sighing. “I’m just… I just wanna go to bed.”

“Aye. Well…” he starts, but is unsure of how to continue. He feels as if he should say something, but isn’t sure what he needs in this moment.

“We’ll be here, kid,” Emma supplies, simple and encouraging as he nods and heads up the stairs.

“Momma hugs Duddy now,” Corrine says, pointing towards Killian while still in Emma’s arms.

She laughs lightly, tickling Corrine’s bare thigh and asking, “oh, she does, does she?”

“Yes. No kiss,” she insists.

“I can’t kiss your mummy?”

“No!”

He wraps the two of them in a tight squeeze, sandwiching Corrine between her parents and sneaking in a quick kiss against Emma’s temple.

She turns to him and gives an indignant look, saying, “Coco said no kissing!”

“No, Duddy! No kisses for Momma, only for Coco.”

“My mistake.” He kisses her plump cheek and is rewarded in kind with a bright giggle. “Time for bed now, lass. I think we’ve done enough dancing for one lifetime.”

“We dance, momma.”

“Aye, we danced, momma. Next we’ll be learning a waltz.”

“Walls.”

Emma laughs, hiking the child up higher on her hip as she tries hard to settle her hair, though seemingly finding it impossible. “You know how to waltz?”

“First rule of dancing,” he says, taking her free hand and leading her towards the stairs once the music is shut off, “pick a partner who knows what they're doing.”

She gives him a look that he can’t quite read before leading him up the stairs and providing him with a lovely view of her ass along the way.

~~~~

Her thighs squeeze his hips tightly as she bounces above him, her breasts suspended tantalizingly over him as her nails dig into his shoulders. Her quiet pants and whispered moans drive him to harden his grip on her hip, sitting up slightly and using his blunt wrist to press into her back and pull her closer to him. She wraps her arms under his, hugging herself tightly to him and letting out a cry into his ear as he bends his knees up to deepen his thrusts into her.

“Don’t stop,” she practically begs, clinging to him as if her life depends on it. “Fuck.”

“So good, love,” he agrees as the coil in the base of his stomach tightens, almost ready to snap. “Gods, you feel so perfect. You’re perfect.”

“I love you,” she says through a strangled cry as she clenches around him and finally lets go; finally gives him permission to do the same.

He holds her so tightly that he doesn’t think she can breathe, but she doesn’t complain. Panting into his ear, her nails still digging crescents into his back, she hugs him close.

“I love you too,” he says once they’ve both caught their breath. She hums in contentment and kisses his neck before lifting herself from him and letting out a soft grunt as he slips out of her.

She spends a moment in the bathroom before returning, learning from last time and tossing his sleeping pants at him before dressing herself and crawling in. “You alright, love?” he asks, to which she shrugs.

“Where did Regina end up?”

“The asylum. We were able to use the cuff that blocks her magic before she awoke.”

She stays silent for a few moments, continuing her ministrations through the hair on his chest as if it’s soothing her.

“Today sucked,” she finally says.

“Aye, it did. I’m sorry.”

She sighs, tucking herself closer to him and resting her head on his chest. “Not your fault.”

“I’m not saying it is; I’m saying I’m sorry that you lost someone important to you.”

Squeezing her arm over his chest a bit tighter, she nuzzles her nose into a patch of the hair on his chest. “Yeah… you’re not mad, are you? About… I mean, I know my reaction was a little—”

“Emma,” he interrupts, “I could never be angry with you for something like that. No matter what happened, Bae was someone important to you.”

She sniffles a bit, moving to wipe a tear from her cheek before saying, “it feels weird. I can’t believe he’s gone.” He hums in agreement as he runs his hand up and down along her spine, occasionally combing gently through her hair. “After all the shit he put us through, I’ll admit that there was a time that—” she chokes on her own words, needing to take a deep breath before continuing. “Sometimes I wished he would just go away and not come back. But I didn’t want… I didn’t want Henry to lose his dad.”

“I know what you mean, Swan.” He rolls them gently so they’re facing one another, her leg tucked between his knees. He runs his fingers through her hair and down her cheek as he says, “it’s alright to be confused by this. Despite all that he did, he still loved you, in his own way. And he loved your son. He just had a horrible way of showing it.”

She nods against his forehead, her nose rubbing against his own making him unable to resist kissing her softly. “I know you’re right.”

“Did the lad say much earlier?”

She shrugs. “Not really. All he said was that he’s okay but he wants to live with us. I think he needs time.” He nods in understanding as she continues. “What he saw today— what he saw his own mother do… I don’t know how to help him live with that.”

“You're his mother, Emma, and I know you know what’s best for him. We’ll be here for him, however he needs us.”

“Yeah,” she nods.

“Perhaps a few visits with the Cricket would be prudent as well.”

“Probably.”

He kisses the tip of her nose, the skin cold against his lips, and says, “sleep, darling. We can deal with everything tomorrow.”

“Love you,” she says as she drifts off. He follows closely behind, sleeping soundly with her in his arms.

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Your friendly neighborhood porcelain anon is here! And I am in a mood for angst. Just some angst headcanons for my baes- Celeste, Himiko, Ibuki, Chihiro (who could guess that-), Nagito and Toko! Literally just angst- any headcanons pls ^^ Great writing as always!!

Thanks! Here’s fresh angst hot off the press~!

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Celestia

After her execution, she appeared to you in a dream..

But it was like something out of a horror movie:

Surrounded by flames, her clothes tattered and bloody, the imprints of a firetruck’s tire marks on her face.

No longer smells of expensive perfume--she reeks of death and burnt rubber.

She asks why you didn’t save her...why you didn’t pull her from the flames..why you claimed to love her if you didn’t offer to trade your life for hers..

You couldn’t speak, only guilt squeezed your heart as you tried to say “I’m so sorry.”

But your words were drowned out instantly by the sirens of a firetruck.

You could only look to your right to see the bright, blinding headlights coming straight at you--

Before you woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing and eyes stinging.

Himiko

After Korekiyo’s execution, you turned to your mage girlfriend, asking if she was okay given everything that happened.

She wanted to be alone, but...you knew better.

You hated seeing her hold in the pain.

You reassured her it was okay to let it out and grieve.

“It’s what...Tenko would’ve wanted, I’m sure.”

And that statement is what finally broke her mask.

She ran into your arms, sobbing into your chest as she grieved for the two friends she lost--scared that you’ll leave her, too.

You just comforted her until she fell asleep in your embrace.

You carried her to your dorm, letting her stay with you in case she had any nightmares.

As much as seeing her cry pained you...you were glad she got out all those emotions.

Ibuki

Being with your girlfriend when she had the Despair Disease was risky...

But you couldn’t sleep worrying about her condition.

So you stayed by her bedside with a mask and gloves--hoping they’d offer some type of protection.

For the most part Ibuki was asleep, so the fact she had the “gullible” disease didn’t give you much trouble.

Though the real Ibuki would’ve insisted you left her be so you didn’t get sick yourself--and pout if you stayed to care for her (but she wouldn’t complain).

When she was awake, you’d make her smile and laugh with jokes, claiming “laughter is the best medicine”.

She genuinely believed that.

But what worried you most were the feverish nightmares she’d have about losing you..

Chihiro

It was a secret project Chihiro wanted to share with you:

An AI on an old Hope’s Peak laptop that could acquire new information on its own.

You were amazed as he showed you the progress thus far.

And you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask him what motivated him to do this.

“...you might n-not...like what I say but...it’s for i-in case I don’t live to uncover the mysteries of this school..”

You were in disbelief..unable to believe how he’d come to that conclusion.

He finally breaks down and admits that he’s scared he won’t survive long just because he’s “weak”, making him an easy target.

You hold him as he cries into your chest, wracked with guilt for not telling you sooner and being terrified to lose you.

But you swear you’ll protect him, even at the cost of your life.

Nagito

“Get out of my sight..you don’t get to come to me now just because...I’m weak.”

It kinda hurt hearing that from your boyfriend.

But then you remember his symptoms of the Despair Disease--ones that make him a terrible lie.

So anything harsh he says is actually him complimenting you.

He lies with his tongue, but not his actions, as he’d grab your hand and hold it tight if you tried exiting the room.

You know the disease hits him harder than Akane or Ibuki, as he was living with another illness that weakened him severely.

At times you were scared you’d lose him.

So you stay with him as often as you could, even as Mikan tells you how risky it is.

“It’s clear he doesn’t want me to leave him.”

“But I dooooooo...”

“...no you don’t.”

Toko

When you were trying to stop Genocider Sho from hurting someone...

You never expected the scissors to slash across your face--barely missing your eye.

It wasn’t deep, but your vision stung as you ran away to tend to it..missing the look of shock of her face..

As soon as you’re done, you swiftly returned to your dorm.

Only to bump into Toko--your loving girlfriend.

She saw the bandaids on your face, and questioned you.

When you told her the truth..she was horrified.

Her worst fear...came true. She hurt you.

“Th-This is why we never should've s-started dating!!” She wails, tears of despair in her eyes. “She hurts everyone I love!!”

But you hug her close, even as she fights and pleads for you to punish her how ever you see fit.

You don’t, though, only holding her until she calms down.

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