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[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 163

warnings: nsfw! hmh masterlist

After letting yourself cry for a bit, you decide it’s at least time to get up to the house and see Ronan. You want to see her since she always cheers you up, but you’re not ready to talk to John. You can’t really avoid him since he’s definitely still in the house, but you’re not ready to talk to him--he knows that too. He knows you’ll come to him when you are.

When you open the door, John leans over from the kitchen and gives you a small smile. He goes back to what he’s doing though. He’s just checking that you’re coming in. You make your way up to Ronan’s room and smile to yourself when you see her asleep in her crib, and you fight the urge not to crawl in there and lay down with her.

“I love you, bug.” you whisper to her, then you leave her be.

You reach for your phone in your back pocket and text Tess: Girls’ night? Me, you, Amanda. It’s urgent.

Tess texts back immediately: YES!

Turning in your room, you make your way to your closet and go through your clothes for tonight. You just want to have a nice night with Amanda and Tess where you can vent about what’s going on. Sometimes you just really need your friends.

“So…” John clears his throat, and you turn to look at him--he just looks sad, but you’re not going to fall for those brown eyes. Definitely not the soft puppy dog eyes he’s giving you.

Don’t give in. Don’t give in.

“I’m going to go out with Tess and Amanda.”

John nods, “I figured.”

You look over your shoulder again when he sits down on the bed and watches you, “I thought you said you were going to give me space.”

“I was, but…” he looks at you and sighs loudly, “This is killing me, Y/N.”

“Imagine how I feel.” you say back, and he looks down. “You made me feel like an idiot when you allowed your ex to be hired. I’m so fucking embarrassed. I--you know what, I don’t want to talk about it now. Give me space.”

John stands up and wipes his hands on his jeans as he looks at you, “Okay.”

You two look at each other for a moment before he steps closer to you. Of course you don’t flinch or back away from him when he comes closer to you, and you close your eyes and lean against his chest when he hugs you. It feels nice to be in his arms despite the fact that you’re still mad at him. He kisses the top of your head, then he tilts your chin up and kisses you softly. You kiss him back, of course.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you keep your eyes closed. “We’ll talk when you get home?”

You nod, “Yup.”

“Okay.” he kisses you once more, then he gently runs a finger along your jawline, “Be safe. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” you smile softly but it doesn’t reach your eyes, “I love you too.”

John inhales deeply and swallows before he turns around and leave your room.

It’s annoying that he’s so damn cute.

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Not that you were expecting to feel better from some drinks, but you expected to at least be able to put it aside for a little bit. But you can’t. It’s right there in the front of your brain, just waiting for you. No matter how much you ignore it, it just sits there and waits for you to pay attention to it. You know you have to talk about it, if not to Tess and Amanda, you’ll have to talk about it tonight with John when you get home.

You look down at your drink and inhale, “John let me hire his ex at the shop.”

Tess and Amanda both look at you with wide eyes. Tess is the first to say something.

“He what?”

“Who?” Amanda says, furrowing her brow, “John doesn’t have exes. He dated Helen and you, so like, who the hell was it?”

You look at them with weak, sad eyes, “Rachel.”

“That…” Amanda looks around to make sure her kids aren’t near, “Bitch! She wouldn’t leave him alone after they went on one date and he told me that he wasn’t into her. He had just met you! He was literally obsessed with you the moment you two met!”

“They went on two dates,” you say, holding up two fingers.

Amanda gives you a small smile, “One was a pity date, let’s be real. After he met you, babe, no one could change his mind. He knew you were the one.”

“I guess it’s not really even about that. Okay, well, it’s a little bit about that. I’m human, of course I’m going to get a little insecure about it.” you shrug, “It’s mostly the fact that he didn’t tell me who she was. Had he just pulled me aside and told me, I wouldn’t have fought so hard to hire her. Then there’s that! I was so set on hiring her, so we did. I literally fought to get her hired, which makes me look so stupid because I didn’t know who she was! He thinks that if it were him, he’d be cool with it.”

Tess and Amanda immediately roll their eyes and shake their heads while saying ‘no’ over and over.

“Bull…shit.” Tess lets out a small laugh, “I’ve seen how John acts when someone looks at you a little too long. If he’s trying to say that he’d be cool with your ex working at the shop, he’s a fucking liar.”

“And on top of it, we literally have not had sex in…so long.” you admit, your cheeks turning a little red, “It’s been almost three weeks now. After the pub crawl last week, we got home and planned on it, but it felt weird being…planned. We’ve never had to plan to have sex. I mean, what the hell, right?”

Amanda shrugs, “Sometimes you just get into ruts. ‘Relio and I have been together forever, so of course we’ve had some slumps here and there. Of course we’ve gone a while without having sex. It doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to him--y’all know I’m insanely attracted to my husband.”

She is very much attracted to him. Every time you all go out, she gushes about him the whole time and how sexy he is. It’s actually pretty cute.

“But of course we get into slumps. I think it’s just natural. Is this the first time since you’ve been married?”

You shake your head, “I wouldn’t say the first time, but it’s longest we’ve gone, that’s for sure. John usually can’t keep his hands to himself, and now with the whole Rachel thing, of course my anxiety is lying and telling me something that isn’t true. I have to keep reminding myself of that.”

Tess reaches over for your hand and smiles, “Good. We always worked on that, didn’t we?”

It’s no secret that you have anxiety and that most of the things that you’re thinking when it gets triggered aren’t true. Of course John didn’t know that Rachel was coming in for an interview, and he isn’t being intimate with you because of Rachel--that’s something else entirely. But your anxiety is telling you the opposite.

“But if he’s not being intimate with me because of her, then why isn’t he being intimate with me?”

Tess shrugs one shoulder, “Maybe it’s you not being intimate with him.”

“What? Why would you even say that?” you say, immediately getting defensive, “Of course I want to be intimate with him.”

“But are you initiating it? Are you doing anything to set the mood? It can’t always be him. It’s not always Jimmy. Sometimes I set up for us to have romantic nights together when I know he’s stressed out from work.” she says, and you put your hand over your mouth when you realize that it can’t always be him and it might be your fault. “Do something special for him.”

You let out a small laugh, “Well, I’m mad at him right now. I came over here for some support, you know.”

“We know,” Amanda laughs as she pours more wine into your glass, “And we agree with you on that, of course. But you’re clearly having other troubles, so we’re here to give you advice.”

Tess smiles, “Obviously we’re on your side. I’ll always be on your side no matter what. But I’m also going to give you advice when I can. I know you don’t want trouble in your marriage--no one does--so I’m going to help you.”

“First thing is first, John was completely wrong with the whole Rachel situation and he should absolutely apologize. Knowing him, he’s sitting at home just dreading every second you’re gone and just waiting for you to get back so he can apologize. We all agree there.” Amanda says as she gets up and grabs a pad of paper and a pen, “You have the most fantastic communication, so I have no doubt that you two will talk all of this out, but…”

You start to laugh, “You just want to help plan a romantic night?”

“Yes, of course!” she smiles, clicking her pen, “Let’s brainstorm.”

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On the way home, your anger dissolved. It probably dissolved earlier in the evening but you noticed as you drove past the shop. You’re not in the mood to yell and argue with John, so you hope that he’s ready to talk it out. You’re not one to really fight or raise your voice anyway, so here’s hoping John is in a good place to talk things out.

There’s only a single light on in the living room when you pull into the driveway, but soon another light turns on. John has been waiting up for you. You park the car and lock it, then you walk inside, immediately greeted by John and some flowers.

“Hi,” he breathes out quietly.

“Hi, John.” you let out a small laugh, “Flowers?”

He looks down at them and shrugs, “I know you like these, and when I went to the store earlier, I saw them, so I decided to just pick some up.”

You look at him and raise a brow, “You went grocery shopping?”

“Yeah, of course.” he says, and you nod your head.

Usually the two of you go together, but every now and then, it’ll just be one of you. John went grocery shopping by himself with Ronan, which isn’t always easy. He definitely deserves some kudos for that.

“You embarrassed me,” you say as you look at him, holding his gaze, “I wish you would have told me right away who she was. I get why you didn’t--it’s awkward! I just wish you would have told me instead of me finding out for myself.”

“I was going to tell you. I really was. I just didn’t know when to tell you, and you were so excited about having more people out there.” he steps closer and reaches for your hand, “I apologize for everything. I apologize for not being honest with you. I apologize for you having to find out on your own. I apologize for not doing my job at being your husband.”

You inhale deeply, “You realize why I was so upset, right?”

“Absolutely. It was completely wrong of me to not tell you who she was. I should have stayed for the interview and told you as soon as she left. I should have but I didn’t, and I’m paying for that, which is fine and I accept that. I understand that you’re upset with me and don’t blame you at all. And I promise you, this will never happen again.”

You start to laugh, “Of course it won’t, I fired her.”

“You did?”

“I did!” you walk into the kitchen, stopping short when you see the candles and chocolate on the counter. You look over your shoulder at him and smile, and he shrugs a little. “I forgot that you don’t know what even happened.”

John shakes his head, “I don’t, but can we just…can we talk about us first?”

“Yes,” you turn around to face him, “Going forward, I never want you to lie or hide something from me again. No matter what it is. That’s not how we do things around here.”

“I know. I don’t know why I did what I did, but I apologize. I’m sorry,” he says, pulling you closer to him, “So, so sorry, peach.”

You smile softly, “I don’t care what it is, you need to tell me. I don’t care if it’s an ex or something else, please tell me so I don’t look stupid.”

“You didn’t look stupid,” he says, holding your gaze, “How would you have known who she was?”

“Well, I mean, I would have if you told me,” you say, letting out a small laugh. John doesn’t find it funny though. You reach up and cup his face, “You look miserable.”

“I am so miserable, mouse, you have no idea.” he pouts, and you lean up to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you tight and holds you, pressing his lips to yours over and over, “I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology,” you close your eyes and lean your forehead against his lips, “I missed you.”

John keeps his lips pressed to your forehead, “I missed you too. Oh, and more one thing…”

“Yes?”

John takes a deep breath and lets it out with a chuckle, “I would not be okay with hiring your ex. Not a shot in hell.”

You laugh, “Trust me, I know! I knew you wouldn’t!”

“I’d rather die than let that happen. I don’t want any of your exes near you,” he says, and you start to laugh, “For selfish reasons, of course.”

“Oh, well, obviously.”

John pulls you closer, “But I don’t want anyone who has ever hurt you to ever be near you again.”

“I would like to see you a little jealous though,” you admit as he laughs, “Maybe a little sexy possessiveness too. That’s hot.”

“All you have to do is go to a bar and you’ll immediately get hit on, and then I’ll be there to shut that shit down,” he says, and you bite your bottom lip and smile, “At the pub crawl, I saw guys looking at you. I didn’t want to be…possessive, but I made sure they knew you weren’t available and that you were there with me.”

You snort, “Which is why you grabbed my ass a lot.”

“Well, yeah, that and your ass is fucking incredible.” he says, spanking you a few times before sliding his hand into your back pocket, “You’re mine and I’ll fight for you.”

“Trust me, there’s no fight. There’s no one else I want to be with.”

John smiles as he leans down to kiss you tenderly, “Same. I really am sorry.”

“I know,” you say softly, cupping his face, “Thank you for apologizing…several times.”

“I fucked up!” he says, and you nod, “I really fucked up, and I’m sorry. I want you to know that I’m sorry. I didn’t consider your feelings and that’s not right, so I apologize. I know that I can be a better husband than that.”

You jerk your head back, “John, I have never thought you were a bad husband. We argue. It’s natural, but I don’t think you’re a bad husband because of that. I have never thought that, babe. I think you’re the best husband, even when you’re being an idiot.”

John starts to laugh, “Good, I’m relieved.”

“I mean it,” you look into his sad brown eyes, “Yeah, you made me mad. You upset me, but I know us. I knew we’d talk it out and figure everything out--just like we’ve done with any other argument we’ve gotten into. You apologized, you were genuine, and I forgave you. I forgive you, babe.”

“Thank you,” he whispers as he leans down to kiss you.

“Ro is already asleep?”

“Mhm,” he says, still not moving his lips.

You smile and finally tilt your head back to look at him, “I love you.”

“I love you more. So much more,” he reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear, “No one could ever change that. Especially not someone who I don’t even give a second thought to.”

“She said she was going to try to get you to leave me.”

John shakes his head, “Impossible.”

You run your hands up his chest, “Good. I fired her and she wanted me to tell you to give her a call when we get divorced.”

John starts to laugh, “I’ll pass, because we’re not getting divorced, are we?”

“Nope!” you smile at him, reaching up to move his hair a little, “You look tired.”

“I am,” he laughs, scrunching his brows, “You just going to keep insulting me? First I looked miserable, now I look tired.”

You start to laugh, “Stop! I’m sure I do too.”

“Why don’t we go to bed? Just go lay down and watch something?” he suggests and you nod your head as you let go of him.

“I just want to go see Ronan.”

John reaches for your hand when you walk past, “Thank you for forgiving me. Sersiouly. I really fucked up. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you hadn’t forgiven me, but I’m incredibly grateful that you did.”

“I love you, John,” you walk back over and kiss him, “Of course I’m going to forgive you. Just…don’t do it again. I don’t like her. I never did. I mean, I did when I hired her, but she wasn’t being herself. She was just using me to get to you. But I do forgive you.”

“Do you trust me?”

You know that John would never stray. You know that John would have immediately shut down Rachel if she tried to make a move. You know he loves you and only wants to be with you. You absolutely trust him. There’s no one you trust more.

You take a deep breath and look into his eyes, “Yes.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he cups your face and smiles, “You’re stuck with me, Wick, and I won’t apologize for that.”

“Hey! I call you that.”

John presses a kiss to your lips, “You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re stuck with me,” you say back, and he grins as he leans down to kiss you. “I wouldn’t change a thing though.”

“Me neither.”

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Since you were both so exhausted from arguing, you immediately went to sleep. John held tight to you all night and kissed your shoulder every so often when he woke up, but nothing else happened. It’s a bummer, but you still have a plan. You’re sure he was just too nervous to start anything.

Last night, Amanda and Tess helped you come up with something to do to surprise John, so today you’re dropping Ronan off with Tess and heading out to surprise John for the day. You’re so excited and hope like hell he’ll love what you have planned.

Unfortunately before you can do any of that, you have several things that need to be done around the house. John is outside mowing the lawn while Ronan is in her pack ’n play on the patio. She hates that thing now that she can walk but she can’t be trusted while John is mowing--she’s a little stinker who loves to follow him around.

You step onto the patio and smile when she turns around to look at you. Her face is red and covered in big tears, and you jut your bottom lip out as you walk over to her.

“Oh, sweet girl, you just miss daddy, don’t you?” you reach in and pick her up, “Let’s go see him.”

You wave as you walk over to him but he doesn’t see since his hair is hanging in his face. Ronan squeals loudly and waves at him, and you laugh and call out to him.

“Dad! Daddy! We’re talking to you!” you yell, and John finally glances up and notices, a smile immediately spreads on his face. “Someone missed you.”

John turns off the lawn mower and waits for you to get closer so you can place Ronan in his lap, “She needs some ear muffs so she can ride around with me.”

You laugh as you wipe away the big tears still on her face, “She’d love that, I bet.”

“Someone missed me, huh?” John smiles when Ronan looks up at him, and he leans down to kiss her, “Just someone? Not anyone else?”

“Well, I’m someone too!” you move closer and kiss him, hugging him tight despite the fact that he’s sweaty. “So, after we get things done around here, I have some plans for us.”

John furrows his brow, “But I made plans for us.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, just for…just you and I.” he says gesturing to the two of you, and you start to smile. “We can do your thing though.”

You smile as you nod, “Yeah, I really want to do this for you.”

“Maybe we can do my thing tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. My thing isn’t until a little later, like around 8, so I’m going to bring Ro over to Tess’ house.” you say, and John narrows his eyes like he’s trying to already figure out what the plan is--there’s no way he knows. “Then we can get her later.”

John nods once, still sussing you out, “Okay…”

“I hope you like it,” you say softly, and John pulls you closer to him. “I just…really want us to, you know, get back to the way things were.”

“I’ll love it. I’ll be with you, so I’ll love it.” he whispers against your lips before he kisses you. “That’s all I care about: being with you.”

Cupping John’s face, you smile at him and rub your thumb over his beard, “Well, I’ll let you finish this up. I’m going to bring her inside and get her something to eat.”

“Okay,” John slides his hand into your back pocket and squeezes, a smile tugging at his lips, “I’ll be done soon.”

Thankfully Ronan doesn’t fight you when you take her from John, then you head back to the house as the mower starts up behind you. You hear the beep from the horn on it, and you turn around to see John blowing kisses at you and Ronan.

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It’s time! You’re ready to go and practically vibrating with excitement. John doesn’t have a clue as to where you’re going, so you’re driving. He also doesn’t know that you won’t be going back home tonight and that you packed a bag for the two of you. You’re in desperate need of a change of scenery tonight and you booked a very romantic hotel for tonight.

“I’m excited,” John says from the passenger’s seat, “Where are we going?”

You click your tongue at him, “You know I can’t tell you.”

“Oh, come on!”

“Nope!” you smile at him, “It’s a surprise, Wick!”

John inhales deeply and looks over at you, “Fine. I’ll stop. I’m only stopping because you’re distracting me with how beautiful you look tonight.”

“Thank you! You look so handsome tonight.” you reach down and hold his hand that is resting on your thigh and you bring it up to your lips, “I hope you don’t have plans later.”

“Oh, yeah, why is that?”

You keep your gaze forward as you grin, “Just keep your night open, Wick.”

“Oh, I will. As long as you keep yours.” he laughs, and you look over at him before you turn.

You can see the sky lit up from all the lights through the trees but it doesn’t look like John knows where you’re going still. Yes, it sucks that you couldn’t bring Ronan with you tonight, but it needs to be just the two of you. You two need a night alone. And what is more romantic than spending the evening at a local carnival.

“Hey, peach…”

“Hmm?”

John glances at you, “Did you happen to look at my phone or anything?”

“No?” you look over at him with your eyebrows scrunched, “Why?”

“Because…” he starts to laugh, “Because, uh, this is where I was taking you tomorrow.”

You start to smile, “We planned the same thing?”

“Great minds think alike, I guess.” he laughs, then he looks over at you, “You takin’ me to a carnival?”

“Yes,” you laugh, and he leans over to kiss you.

John places his hand on the back of your neck and lightly squeezes it, “Cutie.”

“I thought it would be fun, but it’s not my only surprise!”

“You’re not planning to take me on a moonlit walk later, are you?” he asks, and you start to laugh as you look at him, “Well, shit, I just ruined my surprise for tomorrow.”

You smile so hard your cheeks hurt, “You’re so fucking cute, Jonathan.”

After getting through the little bit of traffic outside the carnival, you find a space in a parking lot and park. The moment you step out of the car, you hear games buzzing and children laughing. John comes around the car and stands next to you while you get your bag, and he smiles when you look up at him.

Gently placing his hand on your waist, he pushes you up against the side of the car and leans down to kiss you. He kisses you softly a few times before he leans up to look at you, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Let’s go have some fun,” he whispers, and you bite your lip as you nod before he holds your hand and leads to towards the bright lights.

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You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. Tonight has been amazing. John seemed like he had fun, you couldn’t stop laughing, and it was just a good night. But now that you’re heading to the next surprise for John--that you know he’ll like--you’re still nervous. You turn into the parking lot and inhale deeply, glancing over at John when he realizes you’re at a hotel.

A smile tugs at his lips as he looks over at you, “A hotel?”

“Yeah,” you pull up to the valet and shrug, “Bad idea?”

“Great idea.” he smiles, leaning over to kiss you. “You have a bag packed?”

You gesture over your shoulder to the bag in the backseat, then you get out and let the valet take the car. John holds the bag in one hand and reaches out for yours, and he smiles when you link fingers with his.

“Under our name?” he asks, and you nod your head, smiling at him--you like when you’re reminded that you share a last name. “Thought maybe Veronica was showing up.”

You scoff, then you smile at him, “Nope, tonight it’s just me. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Never a disappointment,” he whispers to you, leaning closer, “Definitely a preference.”

“Veronica?”

John laughs, “No, you! You’re the preference.”

After getting your room key and riding up to the elevator, you head up to your room with butterflies in your stomach. You’re so damn nervous! You just really hope John likes this.

John unlocks the door and holds it open for you, and you turn around and watch his reaction as he takes in the room. The lights are dim and there’s rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart. There’s a platter of food on the nightstand, along with a bottle of champagne.

“I like the heart,” John says, pointing at it.

“I wanted them to write ‘fuck me until I can’t remember my name’, but I didn’t think the hotel would allow that.” you laugh nervously as John looks at you. “So, I just settled for a heart. I hope you don’t mind.”

You absolutely wanted to set the mood, get all dolled up, put on some nice lingerie, but it doesn’t look like that’s what is going to happen. John is holding your gaze and walking closer to you, and you instantly fall into his arms, kissing him deeply as he brings you over to the bed and lays you down. He only pulls away from your lips to get his shirt off and yours, then he’s back to kissing you again. His hands are in your hair, on your neck and shoulder, then down to your ass and hips, greedy for every inch of you.

John fumbles with the button on his jeans while you shuck off your shorts and underwear, then you move up the bed more and reach for him, pulling him back to you and letting out a soft moan when you feel his warm skin against yours.

“I want you so bad,” he whispers, biting and kissing your neck, “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“Please,” you whisper against his temple, “I’m all yours, John.”

John moves up more and bends your knee for a better angle, then he jerks his hips and buries himself deep inside of you with a groan. You dig your nails into his arms and arch your back, and he moans in the crook of your neck as he thrusts his hips at just the most perfect pace.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans in your ear, “You feel fucking fantastic.”

“So do you,” you reply with a smile on your face, “I’ve missed this.”

John sits up so he can watch himself and uses his arm to wipe the sweat off his face before he reaches down, using his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You bite your lip and smile as you close your eyes, and you hear John let out a small laugh.

“You look very pleased, Mrs. Wick.”

“I am very pleased,” you say as you sit up to meet his lips, then you push him over to lay on the bed before crawling over to straddle his waist, “You?”

John groans as you slide down the length of him, “Me as well. Very pleased.”

Sitting up straight on John, you roll your hips and hold his gaze. When you move your hips rhythmically, John clenches his jaw and closes his eyes for a brief moment before watching you again, his pupils blown with lust.

“You look so beautiful right now. Fuck, I love your body.” he whispers as he reaches up to caress your breasts, his eyes scanning your every inch.

“Holy shit, I’ve been waiting so long for this.” you say with a little laugh, and he smirks with pride. You lay down on top of him and smile when he places his hands on your ass and guides you on top of him, “Oh, fuck, John.”

John gathers your damp hair and moves it out of your face so he can see you, and you hold his gaze as your body begins to tense up. You open your mouth to moan but nothing comes out, so he gently wraps his hand around your throat and holds your gaze.

“Let me hear it,” he whispers, nodding his head, “Let it out.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly as you ride out your orgasm, rocking your hips fast and hard on top of him. He holds your waist and bites his lip, watching you in awe as you throw your head back. Your fingers dig into his pecs as you hold on tight to him before you collapse onto his chest, still moaning and panting loudly.

“Lay on your stomach, baby.” John whispers, helping you back onto the bed--he knows your legs are jello. You lay down on the bed and close your eyes, and you smile when he crawls on top of you and slowly slides back between your legs, causing you to grip the sheets and moan. He leans down and rubs his beard against your back, and you squirm away as you laugh. “Can you come for me again?”

You look over your shoulder at John and smile, “You know I can.”

John lightly grabs a fistful of hair and tilts your head back so you can see him, and he presses a kiss to your forehead before he begins to fuck you from behind. Your eyes roll shut as he pounds into you, and you moan his name loudly. You’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, so your bodies are slick against one another, and you reach for his arms and pull them around you.

“Feels so good,” John whispers against your cheek, “Feels so fucking good, baby.”

“I love you,” you whisper to him, looking into his eyes.

John presses a kiss to your cheek and holds your gaze, “I love you too.”

Panting loudly in your ear, John thrusts his hips harder, knocking the breath out of you as a result. The room fills with the sound of his hips against your ass, along with your moans and the bed squeaking--absolute music to your ears. John groans loudly into your shoulder, then he holds you tighter to him before he jerks his hips a few times sporadically while you roll your hips, riding out another orgasm.

“Oh, shit…” John breathes into your hair, then he kisses the top of your head. “Am I crushing you?”

“Nope,” you lay down and smile as you hold him in place, “I love it.”

John chuckles, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m so perfect right now,” you hum as John sucks on your neck, surely leaving before little love bites. “So fucking perfect.”

“I’m gonna get off of you. I’m worried I’m hurting you.” he says, and you frown when he rolls off to lay on the bed. “What? I didn’t want to hurt you!”

You pout, “You weren’t. I liked it!”

“You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?” he laughs as he leans over to kiss you, “I am so weak for you.”

“And I for you.” you reply, grinning like an idiot. You sit up and pinch John’s cheek, then you scoot off the bed to clean yourself up. You quickly use the bathroom and walk back out to find John still laying in the same place watching you. “That was nice.”

John opens his arms and waits for you to crash against his chest, “It was very nice. Just hoping we don’t go that long again.”

“Me too,” you look up at him and shrug, “I know it was my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault, baby.”

You shake your head earnestly, “It was. I wasn’t initiating anything, and I think that hurt your feelings. You should feel like your wife wants you--she definitely does!”

John holds tight to you as he scoots up to rest with his back against the headboard, “A few weeks ago, I came into the bedroom and started…kissing you, but you weren’t in the mood. I wasn’t mad. If you’re not in the mood, you’re not in the mood. I’m a grown man. I can accept when you’re not in the mood and I’m not going to get upset at you for that. But I will admit, it did hurt a little. Because I tried again a few nights later, only to be shut down again.”

“You know it wasn’t about you, right?”

“I do,” he nods, then he shrugs, “But it still hurt. I had been shut down twice, so I just decided that I’d wait for you to initiate something. Then you didn’t.”

“To be fair…”

John laughs, “Okay, to be fair, we do have a daughter and we’ve been really busy lately. I’ll give you that.”

“But we should always be able to make time for one another. If we can’t do that, our marriage will suffer and I don’t want that at all. I don’t want to lose you or what we have.” you sit up and pull the blanket over your chest, “I guess this kind of stuff just happens though.”

“It does,” he nods his head, “It’s natural to have a little dip in that, especially with a baby. I talked to Jimmy about it.”

“I talked to Tess and Amanda about it. They’ve both gone through this,” you reach over for John’s hand and smile at him, “I’m glad we’re able to talk about it though without emotions getting high or one of us getting upset with the other. I’m sorry that I made you think I wasn’t attracted to you. I hope you never feel that way because it’s not true.”

Looking down at your wedding ring, John nods before he looks at you, “Why didn’t you try anything with me though?”

“Honestly…” you start to laugh, cheeks burning, “I’m terrified to be rejected by you. I think I’d die from embarrassment.”

John scrunches his face up, “Why would I ever reject you, mouse?”

“Well, I don’t know! Sometimes people just aren’t in the mood.”

“Trust me,” he pulls you closer, “I am always in the mood for you.”

You shake your head, “That’s not true. You turned me down before.”

“I have never!” he laughs as you lay down and pull him on top of you, “I could never turn down a chance to be with my favorite girl, my peach.”

“So, you were gonna surprise me with the carnival tomorrow?”

John’s cheeks turn red, “Yeah, but you beat me to it. And on top of it, you planned this.”

You look around the hotel room, “I thought a change of scenery would be good or something.”

“I don’t need a change of scenery to want to have sex with you. I just need you. I don’t even need a bed.” he whispers against your lips, “I just need you. I can fuck you anywhere.”

John kisses you tenderly before sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning softly. You suck on his tongue and reach for his hand, then you slide it down to between your legs, moaning when he begins to slide two fingers knuckle deep. Searching under the blankets for him, you smile when you feel him growing hard, and you stroke him slowly.

“I just need you, baby. Anytime you want me, I’m yours,” he whispers, and you hum, “No bed? That’s okay. In public? That’s cool with me too.”

You laugh as you squint your eyes open to look at him, “Is that a hint?”

“It would have been very cool to have had my hand down your shorts on the ferris wheel.” he admits, and you start to laugh. “I mean, as long as we were stuck at the top for a few seconds. And I only need a few seconds, don’t I?”

Your eyes roll shut when John pumps his fingers in and out slowly, “Yeah.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Yeah,” you moan loudly, and John laughs as he leans down to suck your neck.

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The morning and afternoon were spent in the hotel room with room service and lots of sex. It was fucking amazing. John was amazing and so sweet, then he was very dominating and sexy. It was so hot. It was everything you wanted and everything you missed these past few weeks. There was so much intimacy that you’ve been craving.

You finally got out of bed and showered, then you ate something. John hopped in the shower while you got ready, but you don’t know what the plan even is for today. You planned on just going back home, but John had plans for you today and that was the carnival.

“So, wait, what are we doing today?”

John lounges out on the bed next to you, “What do you want to do?”

“I dunno,” you say, shrugging bashfully, “I just wanna hang out with you.”

“Then let’s just hang out,” he reaches over and places his hand on your thigh, “There’s tons of shops around here. We could do some damage on the bank account.”

You laugh as you lean over to kiss him, “That we could. I do need to get some new outfits for Ro. She’s getting way too big.”

“Need new outfits for you?” he asks, and you start to laugh.

“You’re the only guy that I know who willing goes with their wife shopping.”

John grins, “Maybe I have ulterior motives.”

“Oh, I know you do.” you start to laugh as he pulls you closer, “But if I’m honest…my legs hurt.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” he grips your leg and tries to pull you on top of him, and you let him. He groans playfully when you lay on top of him, then he mocks what you said last night, “I’m so perfect right now.”

You playfully swat his arm, “Are you mocking me?”

“You do feel really good on top of me,” he smiles, leaning up to kiss you, “Very good.”

“Alright, Wick.” you get up and reach for his hands to pull him to sit up, “Let’s go.”

John pouts with his big brown eyes, “I wanna stay here now.”

“Jonathan Charles,” you tug his hands but he pulls you back between his legs, “We got the hotel for another night, Ro is with Tess again. We still have one more night here.”

“I got a taste of you last night and I want more,” he whispers, and you start to laugh, “Feels like it’s been forever.”

You jut out your bottom lip and lean down to kiss him, “I know, but we can come back here and spend the rest of the night in bed. Maybe sneak in a little nookie somewhere today.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“I think so,” you back away from him and turn around to get your bag, and he rushes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

John kisses your neck and smiles against your skin, “I accept the challenge.”

__

To say that John was trying to pull you into every shop to find an empty fitting room would be an understatement. He looked everywhere for one. He’s taking this whole  challenge so seriously, it’s genuinely very funny. With the carnival near, it’s brought in a lot of people for shopping, so there wasn’t anywhere for him to take you, but you’ve found a shop that isn’t entirely busy.

As soon as you step inside, you look over at John and see him looking around the place. It seems like he’s given up on the whole challenge, but when you tug his hand and tilt your head a little, he grins and leans over to kiss you.

“I have to find something to try on.”

“Hello!” a woman walks over with a huge smile on her face, “Can I help you find anything?”

You smile back at her, “Dragged my husband along to help me pick out something.”

“Oh, we have so many new things around here. Take a look!” she says, then she walks over to help someone with something.

John grabs a shirt off the rack that is very much not your size, then he takes your hand and rushes off to the back as you laugh. He opens the door and pulls you inside, and you cup his face and kiss him while he locks the door. He pushes you up against the wall and kisses down your neck before he kneels in front of you, immediately lifting your dress up. He kisses your thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, and you rest your leg over his shoulder, smirking at him when he looks up at you.

Thankfully the music is loud in the dressing room so no one can hear John between your legs right now--he hums like he’s eating the best meal of his life. You have your hands pressed to your mouth to conceal your moans, but you know that you’re not being completely quiet.

You reach down and tug on John’s hair to try and pull him away as you begin to climax, but he gently removes your hand and pins it to your side. Your body shakes as your eyes roll shut, and you slowly slide down the wall until you’re sitting in front of John.

He chuckles quietly and leans down to kiss you, “Good?”

“So…good. Kind of pisses me off how fast you can make me come though.” you laugh, then you reach forward and unbutton his jeans, “Your turn.”

John immediately stands up and checks the lock, then he looks down at you and smiles. You tug his jeans down a little until they fall to his ankles, then you pull his boxers down and bite your lip when his cock comes into view, hard and wet with a little pre-cum.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” you whisper as you take him into your hand, then you stroke him and meet his gaze, “Genuinely have missed having you in my mouth.”

“I’ve missed being in your mouth,” he says a little impatiently.

You cock up your brow, “Are you being impatient, John Wick?”

“A little,” he admits, and you lean forward to press your lips to his cock. “More, please. Please, I need more.”

Kissing along the length of him, you look up at him and smile with your eyes as he watches you closely. You finally give in and open your mouth to take him in, and he tilts his head back and moans softly. You bob on him for a few moments, and he places his hand on your head and creates a rhythm that elicits a louder moan. He places both hands on your head and bites his lip as he guides you on his cock, and you place your hand on his stomach and lean back to catch your breath.

Using your hand, you wipe the spit off your chin and take him into your mouth again since you know he’s getting close. The muscles in his legs tense up as you take him into your mouth deeper, feeling him in your throat, and you gag a little before leaning back and stroking him.

“I’m gonna come…” he whispers as he places his hand on the wall to keep himself upright, then he groans and looks down at you, “I’m gonna come, baby.”

You stroke him and take him back into your mouth, then you look up at him and stick your tongue out as he comes. You close your eyes and swallow, which makes John moan again.

“Here…” John hands your purse to you and gets out the water, “Drink this.”

You start to laugh as you stand up, taking the water from him, “Thanks. I didn’t need it but thanks.”

John looks so damn pleased with himself as he watches you take a few sips of water, then he fixes your dress and kisses your cheek before he pulls his pants back on. You both look at each other and laugh quietly, and he pushes you against the wall again and kisses you deeply.

“I fucking love you so much,” he whispers, cupping your face in his left hand, “You are the woman of my dreams.”

“I believe you’ve said that before, and I’m pretty sure it was after I sucked your dick in public.”

John starts to laugh, “Probably, but it’s still true. Even without all this, you’re still the woman of my dreams. I’ll never understand how the hell I got so damn lucky.”

You close your eyes and laugh as he kisses your neck, and you slip your hands under his shirt and lightly scratch his back, those unfortunate scars are still there. You tilt your head back against the wall and smile when he looks at you.

“You are the woman of my dreams, no matter what though, peach. You know that. You know how crazy I am about you.” he whispers, and you nod, “No one will ever take me away from you. I’ve never wanted someone this much. I’ve never loved someone like this before. If I lost you, I would be devastated. I don’t think I’d ever be able to come back from that loss.”

Tears fill your eyes as you look down, but John tilts your chin back up so he can see you. He smiles softly and kisses you, and you feel the warm tears spill down your cheeks when you close your eyes. John’s hand slides up your chest and into the top of your dress where he caresses your breast.

You jump when there’s a knock on the door, and you widen your eyes and press your hand to John’s mouth. He immediately furrows his brow.

“Occupied.”

“Oh, yeah, I was just coming to check on you.”

You look at John and widen your eyes, “It’s the lady.”

“Obviously,” he whispers, and you bite your lip.

“I’m just deciding if I like this shirt,” you lie, and John starts to laugh when he looks down at his hand on your breast, “I’ll be out in a moment.”

You move to the door and open it a little to peek out, and when you see her turn the corner, you look back at John to make sure he’s decent, then you shove him out.

“I’ll meet you outside,” you say as he grins and leans in to kiss you, “Go!”

John puts his hands up and laughs as he walks off, completely pleased with himself. You put the shirt back on the hanger, then you slip out and sneak past the woman while she’s helping someone else. John is standing on the sidewalk outside smiling at you as you walk out, and he opens his arms and kisses you as you both start to laugh.

“That was fun,” he whispers in your ear, and you nod your head.

You lean back to look at him, “Are we back to where we were before?”

“We are,” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, “We never left. We just…”

“Had a little bump?”

John nods as he runs his hands down your back, “I’m never going to not want you, mouse. I can be 89 years old and not even have full function of it, and I’ll still want you.”

You start to laugh loudly, “You gonna take little pills to help you?”

“If I have to, but something tells me I won’t,” he moves his hands down lower to rest on your ass, “You’re getting better and better every year, baby. I want you so much more now than I ever have before, and that’s saying something.”

“I think you’re the sexiest you’ve even been, which, yeah, is saying something because you were soooo sexy when we met,” you lean up to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I love you.”

John’s brown eyes glow in the sunlight as he looks at you, “I love you more.”

“Never!” you tease as you back away from him, only to be pulled back to him. “Kind of thirsty now.”

“I bet,” John smirks as he takes your hand.

Crossing the street, you hold tight to his hand and smile as you look around to take in the view of the carnival from a distance. It’s near the beach, so you’re hoping that you can get some ice cream and go sit in the sand for a bit. Ronan would love this.

“We should have brought Ro.” John says like he’s reading your thoughts. He looks over at you and shrugs, “I know this was just for us, but she would love this.”

“I was thinking that too.” you nod, then you notice a sign about the carnival, “Well, look it’s here all week. We could bring her tomorrow or something.”

John smiles, “Yeah, we should. You got plans?”

“Uh,” you tap your finger to your chin, “I think tomorrow morning I’m busy.”

“Oh?” he furrows his brow, and you start to grin as he looks at you. He chuckles and nods, “Oh.”

You shrug playfully, “Just need some time alone with my handsome husband.”

“Oh, well, we can definitely arrange that!”

Holding hands with John, the two of you continue to walk towards the carnival. You don’t plan on going into it right now, but there are a ton of booths all around. John squeezes your hand reassuringly and suggests that the two of you grab some food from one of the booths, and you agree and start to scan the booths for something that looks good. There are so many options, from cotton candy to funnel cakes to hot dogs. You finally spot a booth selling fresh lemonade and decide that's what you're in the mood for, so John orders two cups and hands one to you.

“Heartburn later, for sure,” John says, and you laugh quietly. He nods towards an open bench, so you walk with him through the crowd to get to it. John quickly turns around and blocks you, “Rachel is here.”

You furrow your brow, “What?”

Leaning around, you spot Rachel walking towards you, and you scrunch your face up and look at John. You glance at her again and see her looking directly at you as she walks over.

“She’s coming over.” you say, and John sighs loudly before he turns around and looks at her. He reaches for your hand and holds tight to it, the two of you a united front.

“Hello, John.” she says, and you roll your eyes. “Did your wife tell you what she did to me?”

John nods, “I am aware that she fired you. She had every right.”

“Well, I talked to a lawyer, so…”

You start to laugh, “You did not. And if you did, there’s nothing they can do. You were incredibly rude to me. You were planning on being inappropriate with my husband, who is your boss, and before you forget, I am your boss as well. John and I own the shop together. I felt your behavior wasn’t appropriate, so I fired you because that is my right.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t even talk to John about it first! I thought you were this great team.”

“You have disrespected and belittled my wife, and I won’t allow that. I’ll admit I was wrong for even letting you interview for the job, because it’s clear you weren’t a good fit. Not for the shop and not into our lives. Y/N is the smartest, kindest, and most genuine and beautiful person I’ve ever met. You can’t even compare to that.” John says, and you look up at him, “She is the most important person in my life and I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect her. She fired you, and I agree with it.”

“Wow.”

John shrugs, “She’s the only woman for me. There was never any competition either. It was her from the moment I laid eyes on her--she was the only one I wanted. I won’t apologize for falling in love with her either. It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Rachel rolls her eyes, “Whatever. I don’t even care.”

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have slithered out of no where to try and steal John from me.” you say, and she glares at you, “If you continue going after married men, or men who just don’t want you, then you’re going to live a really miserable and lonely life. I suggest you take time to focus on yourself and figure out why you are the way you are.”

Rachel scoffs and looks at John, “You’ll let her talk to me like that?”

“I’m not the boss of her,” he says as he looks down at you, smiling with pride, “She can say whatever she wants.”

You look at Rachel and smile as smug as possible, and she rolls her eyes before pushing past you, hitting you with her bag.

“Hey,” John calls out to her and she looks at him, “Don’t ever pull shit like that again. I never want to hear my wife say your name again, so stay away from us.”

Rachel gulps and nods her head before she hurries off. John can absolutely be scary when he needs to be. You’re pretty sure Rachel got the point this time. John exhales loudly and shakes his head as he looks down at you.

“You stood up for me.”

“I should have done that a very long time ago,” he admits, shaking his head a little, “I’m sorry I never stood up for you.”

You tilt your head back to look at him, “Thank you.”

John cups your face and kisses you tenderly, and you pull him closer until he’s flush against you.

“Remember that hotel room we have?”

John nods, brushing his nose against yours, “Yes.”

“I think we need to use it one more time before we head home.”

“I got a better idea,” he says, looking over the top of your head.

You look over your shoulder at the ferris wheel and laugh before looking back at him, “You cannot finger me while we’re going round and round on a ferris wheel, Wick.”

John reaches into his wallet and smiles, “100 bucks goes a long way.”

“So what? We’re gonna just sit at the top while you do it?”

“Yeah,” he grins, “No one can see us up there.”

Laughing quietly, you shake your head, “It’s literally three in the afternoon!”

“Come on,” John smiles, pulling you closer.

You look back at the ferris wheel and laugh, then you look at John, “Well, we’ve always been pretty spontaneous.”

“And nothing says spontaneity like that.”

“You did stick up for me…” you say, and John nods his head as he smiles, “And that was pretty hot.”

John digs a one hundred dollar bill from his wallet and holds it up, “Shall we?”

A smile tugs at your lips as you look at him, then you burst into laughter and hold hands with him as the two of you rush through the crowds for the ferris wheel.

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i feel like i might be missing people from my taglist, so let me know if i am!

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick x y/n #john wick imagine #fic: hold my hand #hello 👋 #im very tired but here's an update #i was going to end it after the ferris wheel stuff at the end #like i was going to write it but i cut it because the chapter was already long and i didn't want it to be too long #and it would literally just be more sm*t lmao #anyway i love these two i love how they talk things through #i love how much they love and respect one another #i love that john stood up for her and i love how much he loves her and cherishes her #I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #ok enjoy byeeeee #<3333

[devastator1775]

Some "Watching and Dreaming" Epilogue details I want to point out.

Luz and Vee graduation: I'm so happy to see that Vee got officially adopted by the Noceda family.

Bi Heart Flag!

Luz got a writing scholarship. Look closely! Signed by Dana Terrace!

Barista feeding Hooty - probably ending up with major injuries.

Noceda family Zoo trip - WITH THE GIRAFFES! Plus: Vee close-up.

Eda giving Camila Apples Blood.

King and Eda playing catch + Hooty is there too.

Hexsquad going to Prom! Or is it Grom? Anyway, LOOK AT VEE IN HER DRESS! SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!

L+A in a heart carved in the desk!

Luz's acception letter

List of things Luz needs to buy + her dorm room number and move-in date.

STRING BEAN CORNER: The little snake shifter got her own little nest!

There's my girl! Timeskip Vee looks so good. Longer hair, piercings, that shirt!

Picture of Vee and Luz playing baseball (or something, I'm not good with American sports) (Edit: I have seen posts that say it could be Masha. It's too tiny to tell...)

Halloween String Bean!

Flapjack. Thank you for finding me. -Hunter (Just make me cry already, Dana!)

Note to self: write to flora to show off. :3

Hooty is the curator! (I think he wrote that himself...)

Something with Disco.

Some pictures of Luz and King, and one of Raine

Some Basiliks! Just chilling, playing music. You think Vee has something to do with that?

I just wanna point out Vee again! She looks so cute! I love how she keeps the piercings! And as I'm writing this, I've noticed that the tag on her tail is gone!

Garderer Bump!

1 - 2 - 3 - BYEEEEE!

#The Owl House #TOH #luz noceda #vee noceda #camila noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #willow park #hunter toh #gus porter #lilith clawthorne #hooty #Amity blight #lumity #Watching and dreaming spoilers #toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #raine whispers #the boiling isles #dana terrace #watching and dreaming #The Owl House Season 3 episode 3 #TOH S03E03 #The owl House S03E03 #I'm sad that it's over #Fanfiction fill the void!

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

taedros taedros

part two: taedros twodros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨

taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be unable to hear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks-- shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you. 

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment. 

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two. 

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of... 

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach. 

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders. 

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed. 

“thanks,” he echoes. 

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head. 

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?

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The Apple of His Eye

Chapter 2: Friends In Low Places

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.9k

cw: alcohol consumption, drunken behavior, karaoke, our couple gets handsy, FLUFF, a few mentions of popular songs in the English language

Summary: You meet Nanami’s friends for the first time. Plenty of alcohol is consumed and you all end up at a karaoke bar.  

Author's Notes: This is the second fluffy side story for A Bento For Kento! I personally love karaoke myself, and I truly believe that Kento does too! I rewrote this to omit most of the English-language songs that I originally mentioned (I name-dropped A LOT before), just because I don't think they'd sing only these type of songs doing karaoke in Japan. Also, this is partially inspired by this Youtube playlist, which was one of the first pieces of fan-made media that got me into Nanami LOL. Anyways, thank you for reading! Divider credit to @/saradika.

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Near the end of October, Nanami receives a call from Gojo. They talk and text often, but this phone call in particular is a special one. “Nanamin! How’s it going buddy?” Gojo’s voice is peppy, as usual.

“I’m fine. What is this about?”

“I’m taking Shoko out for an early birthday celebration tomorrow night. She wants to go to this sake bar she likes. You in?”

“Tomorrow night?” Nanami confirms. 

“Yeah. Oh, and bring your girlfriend too,” Gojo adds cheerfully. “I’d love to meet her. Shoko is curious too.”

Nanami makes a strangled noise in his throat before asking, “Why?”

His friend chuckles. “Because it’s been three months since you started dating and I still know nothing about her. I’d like to find out who your mystery woman is.”

“I told you. She’s Nakamura’s older sister.”

“Yes, yes, I know all about the bentos and love notes, blah blah blah. But I want to hang out with her, get to know her better! She sounds like an angel if she puts up with you.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! But seriously, bring her out with us. I already know Shoko and her will get along well. It’s only me she has to worry about,” he laughs mischievously.

Nanami tenses up, already annoyed at the type of shenanigans his colleague will pull out of his sleeves. “Gojo, I will not subject my girlfriend to any of your harassment.”

“I won’t harass her!” he whines. “Have I ever harassed any of your other girlfriends?”

“I’ve never introduced you to any of my other girlfriends.”

“Exactly. My track record is clean. C’mon. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

He takes a minute to contemplate. Introducing his girlfriend to Shoko isn’t the problem. He’s always had a respectable relationship with the laid-back doctor. However, exposing his sweet darling to the incorrigible Satoru Gojo…he shudders thinking about all the ways it could go wrong. Deep down, he knows nothing serious will happen. As much grief as he gives Gojo, Nanami still considers him one of his closest friends. However, he knows him too well; there’s no doubt Gojo will try to find ways to embarrass him in front of her. He finds pleasure in doing this, seeing Nanami’s face turn bright red after recounting one or several stories of their past together. 

He understands it’s an important step in any relationship to become acquainted to one another’s friends. He has already met hers, along with her immediate family. So far, Nanami has not introduced her to anyone in his life. His parents live too far to visit and as far as friends go, they are few and far between. Maybe this is a good opportunity to show her this part of his life. 

Eventually, he agrees. “Fine. Text me the details for tomorrow and we’ll meet you and Ieiri there.”

“Yay! Can’t wait. I’ll start making a list of questions to ask her. I’ll get Shoko to make a list too.”

Scowling into the phone, Nanami mutters, “I take it back, we’re not going anymore.”

“Kidding, kidding! Okay, see you tomorrow. Byeeeee!”

After they hang up, Nanami buries his face in hands. What did he get themselves into?

~~~

Saturday night, you and Nanami hold hands as you walk from the train station towards the sake bar. In your other hand is a small gift bag with a bottle of good Japanese whiskey that you picked up last night. Yesterday, your boyfriend informed you that you’ll be meeting two of his colleagues: Shoko Ieiri, who was his upperclassman at Jujutsu High, and the infamous Satoru Gojo. You’ve heard stories about this man, not only from Nanami, but from your brother Ren, who is currently Gojo’s student. Enough tales to have a vague idea of his personality. Playful, comical, a bit naughty, and constantly pestering your boyfriend. 

You have a strong feeling that the two of you will get along great. 

As you approach the entrance to the bar, you feel Nanami’s grip tighten around you. He turns to you with a clenched jaw and nervous look in his eyes. “I apologize in advance for anything outrageous Gojo does tonight. Please don’t think poorly of me after this encounter.”

You giggle, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “Honey, don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic? I’m sure he isn’t as awful as you say he is. In fact, he sounds fun.”

He sighs. “Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though. Once we enter this establishment, there’s no turning back. We are essentially hostages under his control the rest of the night.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, but before you finish your question, he leads you into the bar, amused and now slightly spooked at your boyfriend’s ominous warning. As you weave through the crowd of people, Nanami seemingly knowing where to go, you recall yesterday’s conversation. 

After Nanami informed you about Ieiri’s birthday celebration, he mentioned, “It might not just be the sake bar. Since it’s Ieiri’s birthday, we may be out the whole night. Knowing Gojo, he’ll drag us all over Tokyo.”

Over the past three months of dating, Nanami would drop little hints about what he and Gojo would do whenever they hang out. He’s mentioned drunk karaoke before. Singing is definitely not one of Nanami’s hobbies, at least when he’s sober. Your man doesn’t sing in the shower, not even in the car. Personally, you love karaoke, so naturally, you’re curious and excited to see where the night will end up, especially with Gojo supposedly calling the shots. The thought of Nanami doing belting out ballads fills you with glee. 

At a table near the back, there is a pretty woman with long brown hair sitting next to a taller man with snow white hair. He wears dark, stylish sunglasses over his eyes, despite being indoors. They’re chatting, the man animated as the woman listens, pausing when the two of you approach them. “Nanamin! You made it!” Gojo stands up to pat Nanami’s shoulder, Ieiri greets you with a kind smile. 

“Hello, Gojo, Ieiri. This is my girlfriend.” Nanami introduces you as you shake their hands.

“So nice to meet you!”

“Glad to finally meet you too,” Gojo responds with a polite grin.

After formally greeting Ieiri, you hand the bag to her, “Happy birthday. I hope you like it. Kento told me you don’t like receiving gifts, but I figured this might be something we can enjoy together sometime.”

She eyes you curiously before reaching into the bag. When she pulls it out to reveal the liquor, she brightens. “Oh, I like you. I like her, Nanami. Thank you so much, I love it. We’ll definitely be drinking this sometime, maybe even tonight.”

“Tonight? Shoko, we just got here!” Gojo exclaims. “We don’t know what the night has in store for us yet.” As you all take your seats, he gives you a wink with that last statement. 

Ieiri recommends ordering the flights, which come with four different types of sake. She gets one for each person besides Gojo; she orders him a non-alcoholic Lychee beverage while he orders food for the table. As you wait for everything to arrive, you make small talk with each other. Nanami is quiet, which isn’t unusual, but you still want to check on him. Under the table, you reach your hand to his knee, giving him a squeeze. He wraps his fingers with yours, squeezing back, indicating that he’s fine.

The beverages arrive first. The four of you cheers to Ieiri’s birthday and drink. You are by no means an expert on sake, but this one is the smoothest you’ve ever tasted, going down like water. Ieiri finishes it fast, then grabs hold of the second, holding it up at the center of the table. “Ready for the second one?” she asks, raising her brow at you and Nanami.

“Shoko, aren’t you supposed to sip on it slowly?” Gojo hides a little naughty smile behind his Lychee mocktail. 

Suddenly, Nanami downs his sake and raises his other glass towards her. “Cheers, birthday girl.” She smiles and they both chug their second shot, easily. 

This is going to be an interesting night.

~~~

Satoru Gojo is no doubt a powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer. Arguably, the most powerful Jujutsu Sorcerer in the world. Nanami can confidently acknowledge that about his friend. 

However, Satoru Gojo possesses another power, unrelated to Jujutsu Sorcery. This power is constantly used on Nanami whenever the two go out together. For some reason, Gojo has this innate ability to get Nanami drunk.

Nanami still can’t explain it. Maybe it’s Gojo’s lively personality, or his friend’s dislike for alcohol that causes him to drink it all himself. The main reason is probably because it’s fun going out with Gojo. Nanami can let loose around him. There’s no judgement; he can let go of all his inhibitions for the night. He knows Gojo will not think differently of him the next morning, even if he does tease him a little bit. Even with Ieiri can Nanami put his guard down. He knows these two quite well and feels comfortable with them. 

Since dating his sweetheart, he hasn’t felt any desires to get drunk with her. Being around her is fun enough sober; the idea of getting intoxicated with her has never even crossed his mind. But when he’s with his friends, he enjoys drinking. He has fun with them, especially when he loosens up a bit. And to be honest, he loveskaraoke. He’ll deny it like no other when Gojo teases him, but he can honestly admit that it’s one of his favorite activities to do. And the only way to get him to do it is if he has a few shots in him. 

He wants to show his girlfriend this side of him. He knows that like Gojo, his sweetie will not judge. In fact, he thinks she’ll enjoy seeing him like this. He’s curious about her too. What is she like when she’s tipsy? Does she like karaoke as much as he does? Will they take care of each other if they’re both hungover the next day? What song can they do a duet to?

On his last shot, Nanami starts to feel his cheeks warm up. Their food hasn’t come out, so drinking on an empty stomach is hitting him harder than he expects. He glances at his girlfriend’s flight, noticing she’s only on her third. Smirking, he teases, “Can’t keep up?”

“I’m not used to drinking sake! But I’ll catch up, don’t worry!” 

Her determination is cute. She is cute. He’s tempted to scrunch her adorable cheeks together and kiss her forehead, but luckily, he remembers he’s in front of his friends. 

“Don’t feel pressured to keep up with them! Believe it or not, Shoko can outdrink Nanami, and that’s saying something,” Gojo explains, casually sipping his juice. 

Ieiri, who has since ordered her second flight, raises a glass with a proud smile and downs it. “One of my many skills.” 

Nanami orders another flight just as the food arrives to the table. Gojo ordered a plethora of sushi and appetizers that looks delicious. Making sure to get some substance in his belly before he continues to consume more alcohol, Nanami fills his plate with nigiri, gyozas, and karaage. He glances over at his sweetie, who begins to wobble slightly in her seat.

“Honey, are you okay?” he asks her quietly as Ieiri and Gojo talk amongst themselves.  

“Of course!” She stuffs a piece of nigiri in her mouth, smiling. “Why?”

“You’re swaying a bit.” He brushes his fingers against her cheek, which is hot to the touch.

“Oh, I get like this sometimes when I drink. Doesn’t happen much with wine, but I guess it does with sake.” She shrugs, returning to her plate of food, unfazed. 

Gojo stares at them, smirking, “Nanamin, it’s cute how concerned you are for your girlfriend. Reminds me of that one time.” 

Nanami groans, throwing back another shot. “Oh great, here we go.”

“What time?” his girlfriend asks, her curiosity and delight so obvious. 

“Do you know that the reason I don’t consume alcohol is because of this guy right here.” He points to Nanami, for emphasis. “Back in our early 20s, Nanami wanted to test out how much liquor he could handle, so he made me take shots with him until he got good and drunk. Mind you, this was the first time I’ve ever had alcohol. Unfortunately, my tolerance is very low, so after consuming as many shots as him, which was ten at this point, I was pretty much shit faced. I couldn’t even stand up straight! I think I was talking in tongues or something and little Nanamin here got so worried, he was calling everyone about what to do. Poor guy was in tears, thinking he killed me.”

“I almost did. I still feel guilty about it to this day,” Nanami interjects.

“He made me swear off alcohol after that. Lectured me about how bad it is for me, especially. I think seeing me puke my guts out traumatized him. But it turns out, he was right. I think it fucks up some of my techniques, so I just steer clear of it completely. Plus, I think it tastes icky.” Gojo laughs with a wave of his hand.

Nanami’s girlfriend has a big grin on her face. “I like that story! Got any embarrassing ones?”

“Oh, I’ve got plenty. Has he ever told you about the time I convinced him to go through a haunted house with me? Shoko was there too, she can attest to all of this!”

Nanami rolls his eyes, smiling. He continues to sip on his last glass of sake as they lean in close together to share stories and laughter. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but he feels a pleasant warmth in his chest. Seeing the people in his life gathered like this is something he’s secretly dreamed about for a while now, and it’s actually happening. Before he gets too sentimental, he finishes the rest of his liquor and reaches over to stuff his mouth with another piece of sushi. 

Ieiri ends up ordering a third flight, but only gets through two glasses. She gives the remaining sake to Nanami, who is now tipsy. Maybe even close to being drunk. All he knows for sure is that he feels giddy. He rests his head onto his girlfriend’s shoulder, sighing. She giggles as she caresses his knee. “You good, Kento?”

Gojo, who is checking out for them, smirks. “I think he’s a little tipsy.”

“You’re losing your touch, Nanami. I still don’t feel a thing,” Ieiri claims. 

“Hey, it’s not his fault that your stomach is an unending abyss for liquor,” Gojo teases. 

Nanami mutters, “Let’s call it a night. I’m ready to sleep.”

“Oi oi oi, don’t even think about going home yet. The night is still young and there’s a karaoke bar down the street that’s calling for us.”

“We’ve also got an entire bottle of Japanese whiskey to consume,” Ieiri adds, holding up the gift bag. “Can’t let this bad boy go to waste.”

Nanami responds, “You can’t possibly be implying that we finish that whole bottle tonight, right? Shoko, that’s impossible. No way.”

Ieiri and Gojo grin simultaneously, staring at Nanami. “Someone is drunk,” Ieiri snickers.

Gojo faces Nanami’s girlfriend, who has been laughing the past few minutes, explaining, “Whenever Kento is drunk, he starts calling us by our first names. It’s actually quite sweet.”

“Shut up, Satoru. Leave me alone,” he blurts out.

Shoko and Satoru cackle as they get up from the table. 

“So, karaoke then?”

~~~

It takes less than five minutes to walk to the karaoke bar. You hear the bass bumping from the outside as Nanami holds your hand, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up his forearms. As Gojo pays for a private room, Nanami leans in, whispering, “I love you, baby.” His mouth is warm against your ear, the sweet scent of alcohol lingering on his breath.

You giggle. “I love you too, Kento.”

“No, seriously. I love you. You’re literally an angel. My sweet angel.” He is just too cute right now. You laugh louder. “Kento, you’re drunk.”

“Maybe I’m a bit tipsy, but I promise I mean everything I’m saying. I love you so fucking much.” This man is going to be the death of you. You’re quite buzzed yourself, but you start feeling drunk off his affectionate words. You give him a quick peck on the cheek before Gojo leads you all into a private room. It’s dark inside, with only blue and purple mood lighting on the ceiling. Gojo stands by the karaoke machine, trying to get everything set up while the rest of you sit on the couch. Nanami slumps beside you and leans his head back. A waiter comes in with several glasses and a whole pitcher of water. Ieiri pours it into a glass and hands it to you, smiling. “We should stay hydrated if we’re going to be singing.”

You return her smile and give your thanks, taking a sip before passing it to Nanami. He shakes his head and declines. “No. No water. Need alcohol.”

Ieiri chuckles as you push the glass of water in front of his lips. “Just drink some water first.”

He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “No.”

“Don’t bother, Nanami is still stubborn even when he’s drunk,” Gojo comments.

You lean close to him, begging, “Please, baby? For me?” You slide your hand on his thigh.

With his arms still crossed, he opens his mouth as you tip the glass to his lips. You watch him take a couple of gulps before setting the drink on the table, satisfied with your tactic. Gojo chortles as he takes a seat beside Ieiri. “I stand corrected. Now, which song should we sing first?”

Nanami stands up, reaching for one of the microphones on the table. “Satoru. You know what song I want.”

“On it.” Gojo flips through the music catalog until he finds what he’s looking for, then enters a series of numbers on the remote. 

Ieiri relaxes into the couch, the same pleasant smile on her face. “Hope you’re ready for this.”

Interested and slightly nervous, you sit back with her to enjoy whatever show your boyfriend is about to perform for you. A familiar tune begins to play, and after a couple of beats, you recognize it as the song Rock Your Body thumping through the speakers. Nanami sways his hips side-to-side in tandem with the rhythm as he sings, “Don’t be so quick to walk away, dance with me! I wanna rock your body, please stay, dance with me!”

Gojo leans forward to look at you, yelling, “He always picks this as his first song! Always!” He also begins moving his body to the music while Ieiri nods her head to it. 

This might be one of the best things you’ve ever seen. Kento Nanami, your boyfriend, dancing and singing to a pop hit from the y2k era. No video could ever do this justice, so you just simple watch and enjoy with your own eyes. On the second chorus, he turns to you, a goofy expression on his face, tickling you under your chin, serenading, “I wanna rock your body, please stay, dance with me!” Gojo and Ieiri let out a loud whoop as you giggle, grabbing his hips while he continues to swing them in front of you. Gojo lets out a whistle as Ieiri cracks up. 

When the song ends, you all applaud as he takes a bow. Out of breath, he puts the mic down on the table and chugs the rest of the water in the glass before collapsing back into his seat. With the biggest grin, you exclaim, “That was so good, Kento! I’m so impressed!”

He gives you that same goofy grin as he slurs, “Was pretty good, huh? Should we take more shots?”

Before you even notice, Ieiri has lined up three glasses on the table and is pouring the Japanese whiskey. She delivers a shot to Nanami, who throws it back immediately. You and her cheers before drinking it. “Let’s do the next one,” she says, placing her hand on your back. “I know what song to do.”

You both belt out another pop hit from the 90s, singing and dancing while on the couch. Gojo chants along without a mic as Nanami bops to the music. Next, Gojo gives a dazzling performance of a classic 80s rock ballad, complete with all the theatrics, including an air guitar solo. After that, him and Nanami do a duet to an R&B song, which involves more hip swaying from Nanami directed at you. Gojo attempts a body roll towards Ieiri, who politely and firmly refuses before taking another shot. 

The room is buzzing with chaotic energy from sober Gojo and the rest of you drunkards. Ieiri’s composure begins to waver as she stands up to belt out Girls Just Wanna Have Fun with Gojo, who twirls her around the room until she promptly tells him to stop. “I’m going to yak if you keep spinning me, Satoru!”

They perform another song together, with Gojo hogging the mic as Ieiri tries to grab it from him, shrieking the lyrics loudly. “Shoko, there are other mics on the table! Stop trying to take mine!” he yells. She giggles, finally taking another mic to continue singing.

You and Nanami cuddle in the corner, unable to keep yourselves off each other, especially after seeing him sway his hips so many times tonight. As the other two sing, you and your boyfriend share sloppy kisses while hands roam over each other’s bodies. As you begin to unbutton his dress shirt from the top, you start kissing his neck, to which he lets out a loud moan. 

Finally being noticed by Gojo, he yells into the mic, “Hey, stop it you too! Gross!”

Ieiri lets out a shriek, also shouting into the mic, “Stop groping each other and sing another song with me!” she demands, beckoning you. 

Stumbling a bit, you get up to stand next to her, but Nanami’s grip is on your wrist, holding you in place. “No, don’t leave. Let’s kiss s’more.”

“Kento, I want to sing another song with my new best friend!” Ieiri whines. Gojo chimes in, “Me too! I want to duet with my new bestie!”

Your boyfriend grunts, eventually loosening his hold. With a big smile on your face, you walk towards your new friends and search through the catalog together, deciding on I Wanna Dance with Somebody. Nanami lets out a loud huff right before the music starts. They giggle behind their hands. “He’s so jealous. He wants to keep you all to himself.” 

The three of you prance around the room, singing, “Oh, I wanna dance with somebody! I wanna feel the heatwith somebody!” 

Nanami scowls in the corner with his foot tapping to the beat. You break out of whatever line dance you’re doing to approach him, bopping your head, trying to coax a smile out of him. His expression is glum, but you see his lips twitch slightly. You take his arm, trying to convince him to join you, which he refuses at first. Not being able to resist much longer, he starts swaying with you as you lead him to the dance party a few feet away. Gojo and Ieiri rejoice as all four of you start shouting the last lines of the song. With everyone panting like they just ran a marathon, you all mutually decide to do one final round to end the night. Gojo, who seems perky as ever, chooses another pop hit. 

“Shoko, record me.” She retrieves her phone as Gojo points to the camera. “Utahime, this is for you, babe!” As he continues to serenade the camera, not even needing to look at the lyrics on screen, you hear Ieiri chuckle under her breath. “She’s going to hate this.”

You and Nanami sit together, fingers interlocked. He nuzzles his face into your neck as he asks, “What song should we sing, honey?” He hasn’t had any more shots since the first one, so his speech isn’t as slurred.

“I don’t know, what did you have in mind?”

“I like that one song. The one you’re always singing to in the shower,” he hums. 

“Ha, so you noticed how obsessed I am with that song right now?”

“It’s cute. I like hearing you sing it.” He rubs his nose into your neck.

Butterflies flutter in your belly. Even after dating for a few months now, you still get flustered by Nanami’s sweet words. “Okay, let’s do it.”

When they finish, you already have the code for the song entered. A smooth ballad starts playing as you and Nanami stand up, ready to duet together. Ieiri squeals, “I love this song!”

Nanami performs the first part with enthusiasm, causing Gojo to heckle, “This is too slow and serious!”

“Shut up, Satoru,” Nanami scolds before he continues.

You explain, “He wanted to this one because he likes hearing me sing it in the shower!”

Gojo smirks, holding his hands up in surrender. “Got it. I’ll say no more.” Then, he whispers something in Ieiri’s ear. Whatever he mentions makes the other woman smile, glancing at you with a knowing look. 

After Nanami finishes the chorus, it’s your turn. From the corner of your eye, you see Nanami gaze at you lovingly as you sing, moving along to the music. You turn towards him beaming as you sing the chorus together, in sync. When it’s done, you receive a standing ovation from the audience. Nanami pulls you in by the waist and kisses you on the lips, resulting in even louder applause.

“Okay lovebirds, you can go home now. I’ve kept you hostage long enough,” Gojo laughs. He points his thumb over to Ieiri. “This one probably wants to go out to another bar and drink more.”

She shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s my birthday and you’re treating. I’m taking full advantage of this.”

As you all exit the karaoke bar, Gojo approaches Nanami, patting him on the back. As the two men converse, you ask Ieiri in a hushed voice, “What did Gojo whisper to you earlier when we were singing?”

She smiles softly, replying, “Oh, that. He said that Nanami is whipped.” 

“Hey, Nanami is the one who suggested that song, not me!”

Before you can protest any further, she says, “He also said that he’s happy for him.”

That catches you off guard. You pause, not knowing how to react. She laughs. “Kento is rather smitten by you, and I can see why. You two are great together.”

Flustered once again, you respond quietly, “That’s really nice. Thank you.”

“Thank you for coming out for my birthday. It’s always fun making a new friend.” She glances at Gojo and adds, “Expect a lot more invitations from this guy.”

You give her a big smile. “I can’t wait.”

~~~

Gojo wraps an arm around Nanami’s shoulders as they walk behind the other two, making their way out of the karaoke bar. “Thanks for coming out tonight, buddy. This was so much fun.”

“Thanks for the invite. It was a lot of fun,” Nanami admits, sober now.

“I really like her. Your girlfriend. She’s really nice and fun. Total opposite of you,” Gojo jokes. Nanami tries to shrug his friend’s arm off his shoulders to no avail. 

He continues. “In all seriousness, I’m really happy for you. You seem to be in a much better mood these days. I told you all you needed was to get laid!”

This time, Nanami successfully shoves him off as his friend laughs. Before he walks faster to be next to his girlfriend, Gojo utters, “You really deserve this, Kento. You deserve to be happy.”

He pauses to face him, looking at him with a small smile. His mind goes back to the conversation they had a week before he met the woman of his dreams. Nanami had voiced his concerns to Gojo about dating as a Jujutsu Sorcerer. He made up all these rules in his head, forbidding himself to date in order to protect his heart. Of all the people, it was Gojo who was the voice of reason. It was his best friend who convinced him to go for it. And it ended up being the best decision of his life. 

Nanami reaches his hand towards Gojo’s shoulder and gives it a firm clasp. His friend’s eyes widen, even hidden behind the stylish sunglasses. “Thank you, Satoru.” He doesn’t elaborate further. He knows that Gojo understands. 

Gojo’s lip quivers, either from amusement or sentimentality. Either way, he returns to his signature smirk almost instantly. “Let’s hang out again soon, okay?”

They say their goodbyes, Gojo and Ieiri turning to walk to another bar as Nanami and his girl head to the train station. On the ride back, she rests her head against him with her eyes closed. They stay like this in silence, listening only to the sound of the train gliding through the tracks. He entwines his fingers with hers, giving her a little squeeze. As much fun as the night was, these are the little moments that bring him to a state of pure bliss. He’s happy. Truly, utterly, irrevocably happy.

And he deserves it.

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[coolemmasulivan]

Good Together | 3

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Summary: Reader is a single mom and the new Social Media Executive of the club and Mason falls in love with her at first sign.

Word count: 2891

Read part 1 here and part 2 here

Author's note: English isn't my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. I actually want to continue this, but instead of part 3, 4, 5, I think I'll do one shots (bonus scenes from the story, like, teling Noah about the relationship, or wedding, or the rest of the team finding out).

I will hold you like I'm supposed to, and kiss you like it's the last time, I need you (...) 'Cause you're the love of my life

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you felt as if you were dying. You were extremely thirsty, your eyes hurt, and it seemed like someone was drumming in your head.

Slowly you sat up at the head of the bed, but with each movement the feeling got worse. You didn't remember the last time you felt this way, or if you ever felt this way, but one thing was for sure, you were never drinking again.

"Jesus Christ!"

Finally you looked at your surroundings and everything from last night hit you like a train.

"Why do they (hands) fit so well?"

"Can you help me with the zipper?"

"Did you make a bet on me too?"

Your mouth opened in shock and you facepalm yourself. "No. Oh my god, no." You groaned. You slid down in the bed, hiding inside the sheets and kicking your feet around. When you felt the need to breathe you pulled out your head from the sheets. "You've got to be kidding me. What have I done?"

You grabbed your phone off the nightstand to check what time it was when you saw a glass of water and an aspirin. You sat up and drank it down quickly. Your throat relaxed as the liquid ran through it.

You unlocked the phone and saw that it was already 2 p.m and you almost choked on the water. Next to the time, you saw a message from Sophia.

Sophia: Are you alive? Is Mason treating you well? You: I'm going to kill you! How could you leave me alone with him? What kind of friend are you anyway? Sophia: The kind of friend who wants you to be happy with the man you're in love with. You: Not when I'm drunk. Bad move, Sophia, bad move. Ps: Where are my house keys?

Since she took her time answering, you decided you couldn't stay in Mason's bed all day, but as you pull the sheets aside and slowly put your feet on the floor, your phone rings with Sophia's name. A video call.

"I shouldn't even be taking your call." You told her.

Sophia laughed. “Don’t be like that.” You stood up very quickly and the pain in your head intensified. "How's your head?"

You took a deep breath. "I feel like I've been hit by a train. How are you doing so well?"

At that moment, Kai appeared beside her on the video. "I made her a special hangover smoothie."

Sophia made a disgusted face. "It tastes and smells awful, but it works wonders."

"I can see that."

Kai frowned as he turned his face to the camera again. "Are you in Mason's bedroom?"

You blushed. "I--It's no--"

"And is that his shirt?" This time it was Sophia. "Oh my god! Did you two sleep together?"

"She was drunk, Soph. I wouldn't take advantage of her." Mason's voice made you jump. He was leaning against the door with his hair unkempt and his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. "I made you breakfast. Come down when you're done." He whispered. "Goodbye, Soph." He called out.

"Byeeeee!" She shouted into the phone. "He's such a nice guy. You have good taste." You told her to be quiet as Kai gave her a slight hit on the shoulder.

"I've to go."

"Yes. Go have breakfast." She emphasised the word breakfast. "Don't choke on it." She and Kai laughed, while you rolled her eyes.

"Goodbye Sophia. Goodbye." You ended the video phone call and after trying to fix your hair in the mirror, you walked out.

It wasn't hard to find the kitchen, you just followed the good smell in the house. Mason had his back to you while flipping pancakes and humming a song to himself. All you wanted to do was hug his muscular body.

"Why don't you?" He asked you, snapping you out of your trance.

"What?"

He turned off the stove and let the last pancake slide onto the plate. "If you want to hug me, you don't have to ask."

You blushed. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, you did." Mason smiled and set the plate on the kitchen island where there were already two plates and orange juice. "Sit down. You must be hungry."

You slowly sat down on the stool and Mason sat down next to you. You began to eat in silence. The tension was palpable and you didn't know whether to say something or leave it alone.

"I didn't know you could cook." You decide to break the silence.

He looked at you and couldn't help grinning because his clothes looked so good on you. "You never asked." You didn't look at him and kept eating. Mason put his hand under your stool and slowly pulled you towards him. You let out a surprised sound. "Did you sleep well?" You turned your head and Mason's face was closer than you thought.

"Yes." Your nervous voice sounded like a chicken. You cleared your throat. "Yes, I did. Thanks for helping me last night and letting me stay here." You tried to pull away from him, but he quickly pulled you back.

"You can stay here all night and day." He told you, his voice barely a whisper. "And I didn't know you were a drunken seducer." If your legs didn't feel like jelly, you'd have run away and never showed your face in front of him again. "But I like it. It's cute." He whispered in your ear.

You stood up and ran your hands through your hair. "Don't do that, Mason." He looked at you, confused and slightly amused. "Why do you always make me so nervous? It's so frustrating. Every time I see you, I feel like there's a hurricane in my stomach. I even blush when Noah talks about you. And he talks about you every single day. How… How is that possible? Not even my ex-boyfriends made me feel like this."

"Then it's a good thing they're your ex-boyfriends." He stood up as well. His gaze was electrifying, looking at you as if you were his prey.

"Mason, don't do that." You hold your hand in front of you, trying to stop him from coming closer. But even as you try to put some distance between you, Mason quickly caught you and pushed you gently against the white wall.

"Stop running from me." His chest rose and fell quickly. His face was inches from yours and you didn't know how long you could ignore the urge to kiss him. "What I said last night is true. You just need to say the word and I'll be putty in your hands. I like you very much. I--." He took a step back and ran his hands over his head. "I'm in love with you."

You could no longer keep it under control. You clasped his face with both hands and kissed him passionately. Immediately his hands wrapped around your waist and drew you closer together. The kiss became hot and passionate. It felt like time had stopped and you two were the only things that mattered. When it became too much, you broke the kiss to breathe.

"I’m sorry. I shouldn’t–"

"Don’t." His hands gently rested on your - his - shirt, covering your skin. "Don’t say this was a mistake. You have no idea how long I waited and how much I dreamed of feeling your lips." Mason leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. He smiled and you did the same. He kissed your lips again and again, and soon he was making out with you against the wall.

You didn't know how long you kissed. His hair had become messier on your hands and both your lips were swollen. His grip on your hips had tightened and the shirt on your body had lifted.

"You realise I'm not going to let you go now." He kissed your check and hid his face against your neck. You still smelled of alcohol, but he didn't care.

You bit your lip as you felt him kiss your neck. "But I've to. I've to shower and then go to my parents."

"You can shower here. I've hot water."

"I don't have any clothes."

"You can borrow some of mine." He pulled back and looked you up and down. "They look really good on you."

He tried to kiss you again, but you pushed him back. "I really have to go now, Mason."

"Who's to say you won't ignore me again if I let you go. Or what if I let you go and realise this is a dream."

You couldn't blame him. Of course you were scared to get into a relationship with him, but you couldn't ignore your feelings anymore. You were an adult and it had been a long time since you had a serious relationship. You wanted to try it out and you were sure Mason was the one.

You cupped his face and kissed his lips. "This isn't a dream and I swear I won't ignore you." You took a deep breath at the next words. "I'm in love with you too."

After your confession, you saw the biggest smile on his face. Mason sat you down on the couch and the making out continued for a while, but when his mother called him, you used that to your advantage.

You went into his room and got your things. Your mobile, your bag, your black dress and your heels. When you came back out, Mason was finishing his phone call.

"Can you take me home?"

"What about your keys?"

You looked at him. "Kai left them under the door mat this morning when Sophia showed him the keys."

"For fuck's sake, Kai!" He joked, which made you laugh. He grabbed his car keys and led you out.

The ride was a lot of laughing and flirty glances. It had been a long time since you felt so happy. Noah made you happy every day, but Mason made you happy in a different way.

"Are you free Wednesday night?" He asked you as he parked in front of your house.

You took off your seatbelt and looked at him. He had a sweet smile that you found hard to ignore. "I guess so. Why?"

"Will you go on a date with me?"

You smiled. "I have to talk to my parents to see if they can watch Noah. But yes. I can probably go on a date with you." His smile got bigger and the blush on his face appeared. "Have to go! Goodbye, Mason."

Before you could leave, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. He cupped your check and kissed you slowly. "Goodbye Y/a."

Monday and Tuesday had gone by quickly. Mason had trapped you a few times in the hallways and stolen a few kisses, even after you told him it was a bad idea and someone would catch you.

"There's no one here." His hands were on your hips, pressing you against the wall.

You 'tried' to push his hands away, but his grip was firm. "Someone can show up, Mason." You whispered.

He pecked your lips, surprising you. "So let them see." He kissed your lips again. "It's not like this will be a surprise to anyone."

He knew what he was doing. You end up leaning forwards and kissing him. You felt him smiling against the kiss and his hands gripped your waist harder, bringing you closer to him, if that was even possible.

But as soon as you heard voices getting closer, you pushed Mason away. Next thing you know, your father and Noah appeared at the end of the hallway.

"Mason!" Noah shouted and ran toward the footballer. Mason gave him a high five and a hug, as your father gave you a knowing look. You felt your cheeks getting red. "Can we play together after training?"

"Of course." Mason said.

"Uhh, excuse me? What about your homework?" You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at the young boy.

Noah let out a sigh. "Can we play together after Mason’s training and after I finish my homework? Please, mum!"

You rolled your eyes and nodded. "The sooner you start your homework the sooner you can play." Noah thanked you and quickly ran toward your office, with his blue backpack on his back. "Thank you for dropping him off, dad."

"You’re welcome, darling."

"Ahmm. Let me introduce you. Dad, this is Mason. Mason, this is Y/d/n, my dad." They shook hands. You could see the nervousness on Mason’s face.

"Nice meeting you, Mr. Y/d/l/n."

"You too, Mason. You too!" He smiled. "You have something on your lips, boy."

Mason cleaned his lips with the back of his hands, seeing your lipstick on it. He blushed and you closed your eyes in embarrassment. You told him someone would catch you. 

You opened the door when the doorbell rang. Like always your parents were delighted to stay with Noah. Noah, on the other hand, was questioning himself why was he going to stay his grandparents again.

"Hi, sweetheart!" Your mum greeted you.

You greeted her back. "Come in."

Noah got up from the sofa and ran toward his grandmother. "Hi, Grandma!"

Your mum hugged him back. "Hello, my sweet boy." She kissed him on the head. "Are you ready to go? Grandpa is going to make you your favourite for dinner."

Noah's face lights up. "YES! Can mum come too?"

You uncrossed your arms and smiled at him. "No, sweety. I've dinner with a friend, remember? That's why you're going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa."

"Oh, yes." Noah grabbed his backpack from the sofa. You helped him put it on and kissed him on the cheek. "Mummmm!"

"Be good! I'll pick you up tomorrow after school."

You said your goodbyes and when you closed the door, you started getting nervous all over again. It was really happening, after trying to push Mason away so many times, you were finally going on a date with him.

You walked into your bedroom. There were clothes all over the place. On the bed, on the floor, even on top of the TV you had in front of your bed.

"Oh my god. What am I going to wear?"

At Mason's house, he was agitated, walking from one side to another in front of the TV his niece was trying to see.

His sister was watching him and was becoming light-headed. "Mason, can you stop, please? Why are you so nervous? It's not your first date."

Mason stopped and sat down on the sofa, his leg shaking up and down. "But it's my first date with Y/a."

His sister smiled at him. "You really like her!"

"I do. I think about her every second of every day." An image of you came to his mind and he immediately smiled. "She's so pretty. She's an amazing person and she's an awesome mother. She's a quiet person but when she speaks everyone stops to listen to her and her smile, is the best thing ever."

Even his niece that didn't understand what was going on and what he was saying, watched his uncle stunned.

"So you found the one!"

Mason stopped for a second and looked at his sister. She was right, he had found the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It was you.

The door banged on the wall with so much force, that Mason had to stretch his hand so it wouldn't hit you in the back. You entered the house, lips still locked. He closed the door and pushed you back against the wall tightly.

His lips trailed down your jaw, finding that sweet spot on your neck. You pulled off his jacket, dropping it on the floor at his feet. While still kissing your neck, he did the same with your coat.

You cupped his face, bringing him back so you could kiss him again. You pushed him backwards, enough to guide him toward the living room.

The house was dark, but you knew the way to your bedroom by the back of your hand. Or so you thought.

You pushed Mason against the back of the sofa and his hands instantly pull you between his legs. The kiss was hot and sensual. The tension could be felt in the air.

One of his hands pull the strap of your dress from your shoulder, and yours pulled up his shirt over his head. Your hands immediately feeling up his abs.

"You're so beautiful." His voice sounded deeper.

"Look who's talking."

His hands grabbed your bum and lifted you up. You instantly locked your legs around him. You told him where to go while kissing his neck and running your hand through his hair.

Mason was so lost in your touch, that he didn't notice the floor ahead of him full of Noah's toys. He stepped into them and lost his balance. You let out a surprised cry as you felt him falling backwards with you in his arms.

"Holy shit!" He said, scratching his head that had hit the floor. 

"Are you okay?" You sat up and took your weight off of him.

"Shit. Next time I'll let you go first." When you realised he was fine and hadn’t hurt himself, you burst out laughing. "Why are you laughing?" You leaned against the wall of the hallway, laughing uncontrollably. Mason sat up and leaned against the wall in front of you and smiled at your laughter. "If we're going to continue this, give me a minute."

"I'm so sorry. I should have cleaned up Noah's mess." You crawled towards him and leaned your head against his shoulder. "Welcome to my world. You still have time to jump out of the boat."

"No thanks. I like this boat." He kissed your head and grabbed your hand. "Your son doesn’t even know we’re together and he's already cockblocking me. This is going to be fun!"

"You know," You cleared your throat. "Noah never actually met my ex-boyfriends. I mean, he did meet them, but as friends. I never introduced them, and they never stayed long enough for Noah to get to know them as anything more serious." You looked at Mason. He was looking at you, his warm hand still intertwined with yours. His passion and pleasure were clear in his eyes, even in the dark room. "What I'm saying is that I can be a bit difficult to be in a relationship with, but Noah is the most important person in my life and I can't–"

Mason cupped your face and kissed you passionately, interrupting your words. "I like you and I like Noah. I know he comes first for you, always will, and you'll do anything to protect him. I can only promise you that I'll do my best to be his best friend and protect him as much as you do. I know what I got myself into when I was chasing after you for the last few months. Believe me, this will work."

"How can you be so sure?"

"We’re good together!"

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#mason mount x reader #mason mount x you #mason mount imagine #mason mount imagines #mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount fic #mason mount x y/n #footballer imagines #footballer x reader #footballer imagine

[degyash]

So like this is my first post and I’m not really sure what to do so I’m just going to do a one-shot (｡•́‿•̀｡)

So tho one-shot is you telling Ukai you’re pregnant, his reaction, and the teams reaction. You and Ukai are already engaged and neither of you have even thought about kids before.

“Keishin?” You say when you hear the front door open. “Hey, how are you?” He says after he finds you in the kitchen and he bends down to kiss your cheek.

You softly smile to yourself but it fades as soon as you remember what you have to tell him. You told yourself that you were finally going to tell him. It’s been about two weeks since you found out you were pregnant and you were scared. You know the Keshin would never leave you for a reason like this but you still couldn’t help but worry.

“Y/n?” You hear your fiancé. “Yes?” You ask him. “Are you alright?” he asks, concern written all over his face. “Oh uh yeah.” You brush off your earlier thoughts. Although he doesn’t seem to believe you entirely her still trusts you. “Ok love, Im going to go shower.” He kisses you one more time and leaves the room.

Once he leaves the room you let out a big sigh. How were you supposed to tell him he is going to be a dad? You hear the water start running and decide to start dinner.

You finish up dinner and you feel your fiancé’s arms around your waist. You giggle and turn around to hug him. “I love you.” He says. “I love you too.” You say smiling big. You and your fiancé walk to the table and sit down.

You start to think about what you have to tell him. You got nervous and Ukai took notice.

“Are you ok baby?�� He asks putting his hand on yours. “Keishin I haven’t been honest with you.” You admit. He looks confused and then a bit worried. “About what?” He asks. You excuse yourself from the table to grab something. When you get back to the table you set it down in front of your future husband.

“Y/n? What is this?” He asks picking up the pregnancy tests you took. “I-i’m pregnant Keishin.” You say your voice hiccuping.

He looks at the tests and then back at you. Slowly he stands up and walks to your shared room. Assuming the worst you start to tear up. After a minute you are quietly sobbing as you hear your fiancé walk back out of the room.

He smiles and hugs you as tight as he can surprising you. “You’re not mad?” You ask. “Why would I be mad? The love of my life is carrying my baby.” He says into your neck. You start crying tears of happiness. He sets you down and you guys finish eating dinner.

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Keishin had to miss practice today because you had your first doctors appointment. He cried a little the second he heard your baby’s heart beat. You giggled and the nurse smiled at the scene.

The next day Ukai had come to you and complained about how the volleyball team was giving him shit for missing practice. Mainly Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka.

“You should tell them Keishin.” You say brushing you fingers through his hair. “Maybe, but they’ve also never met you. They are going to ask a lot of questions.” He says looking up at you. “That’s ok, they’re going to have to know anyways.” You say hugging your lover. “Why?” He asks. “Other appointments and you’ll have to explain why you’re not at practice when I’m in labor.” You say. “I’ll tell them.” He hugs you tighter.

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3rd person:

“Ok boys. I have an announcement.” Ukai says. The whole team focuses on him. “My fiancé is-” he is cut off by Nishinoya who yells: “YOU HAVE A FIANCÉ?????”

Ukai looks annoyed and tells him to sit. “Yes, I have a fiancé. She’s also pregnant so there will be some times where I’m not going to be here because of that.” He announces. “You’re going to have a kid?” Hinata asks. “Yes.” Ukai answers. Ukai hears many congratulations before he ends the practice.

“So y/n is pregnant, huh?” Takeda asks. “Yeah.” Ukai answers, smiling.

AHHHHHH I can’t tell if this is good or not 😭😭😭😭 but I really hope you like it because I’m not much of a writer byeeeee

#haikyuu #coach ukai #pregnant reader #ukai x reader

[psychosimp17]

The Psycho-Pass musings that are infiltrating my thoughts today:

I am steadfast in my refusal to lose hope in Kogami and Akane ending up together - even though I think it's much more likely for one of them to die *cough* AKANE *cough* than end up with a HEA bc of the dystopian hell they inhabit. (Come at me, the realist in me loves a good debate. 😜)

Think I found more proof to support the never-ending Shinkane/Koaka argument, but need someone from the Japanese side of the Fandom to help me out here: in one of the final scenes of the first movie, Kogami calls Akane 'a remarkable woman' - how does this translate in its original language? Bc honestly, he could have picked SO. MANY. WORDS. other than 'woman' there if his view of her hadn't changed by that time (ie: girl, kid, individual, detective, human, etc).

I've logged this little tidbit away to utilize in my next fanfic (sequel to the current one based on Providence), but did anyone else find it strange in S3 Episode 8 that Homura basically told Kei that he needed to get out of that abandoned building without being seen by the then occupied Ko and Gino? Why would that be important to him if they had no idea who he was at the time? Maybe we're missing something that will be addressed with S4...? Like was it MoFA who had info on him already or something more specific to Kogami or the Pathfinders??? (Pwease halp! The possibilities are driving me crazy!)

Can't wait to read your input, fellow Psychos! 😘

((Posted with my current fave Shinkane pic bc THIS SHIP WILL NEVER SINK. k, thanks, byeeeee!))

#psycho pass #psycho pass providence #shinkane #tsunemori akane #shinya kougami #shinya kogami #shizuka homura #psycho-pass

[miracletails]

I've always been a "Every Sonic media is partially canon" person, but I've been brainstorming how I'd have Sally be reintroduced in the main game canon (She does have a cameo in the Forces mini comic but let's say that isn't a thing for the sake of this design, personally I already think she exists, but this is more for the design challenge!)

So:

Kinda inspired by Sora (Digimon Adventure), I feel that's how I'd kinda interpret her being on this iteration. Has complex feelings on who she is and what she wants to be.

I loved how she looked with goggles on before the reboot, it's something I feel matches her vibes also I love goggles

Her eyelashes are longer at the top, shorter at the bottom, this is something that is semi consistent on some of her last appearances, which I really like so

Her eyeshape is different from the rest of the cast, or that's the plan, by making the shape of it go to the back, but only so slightly compared to Blaze or maybe Rouge

Her hair is still hair. Just like her last official design it's the chipmunk stripe! Originally I was going to play around with it and have it be different, but I kinda really like it sooo

No idea yet if she's still a princess with this design, either works, but I feel her being one would make her leadership role and complex feelings on her goals more interesting tbh

Her team is located probably far away from where the main action is going on, maybe they live in the human side of society, not sure yet!

So, yeah, those are my thoughts atm :)

Don't be rude about it plz okay byeeeee

#Sonic The Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #My Art #Fanart #Digital Art

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: I love winning!

(Fusebox hasn’t proven me wrong often…damn near at all, but oh do I love when they do!)

• Ok but his body kinda tea I’ll give him that.

• Also do I spy a Libra tattoo??? LIBRA GANG STAND TF UP!!!♎️♎️♎️

• Luna really just want every man in here except her own like damn bitch just give Jin to me since you so open to change😭😭😭

• The spat being us disagreeing on one thing for maybe 30 seconds and then Oakley immediately apologizing to and worshipping me like ok girl, sure.

• Keep trying all y’all want I’m not turning on my man😑😑😑

• We not doing this again uh uh.

• But also…HOW DO WE GET OAKLEY IN THESE??? QUICKLY!

• The fact I was finna deny speaking to Hari and then he brings up that he has intel on my man ugh they know how weak I am help💔

• The intel in question being that he was gonna ask us to go exclusive. WOW! WHAT A SHOCKER!

• Theo what I have to say to you couldn’t take any more than 5 seconds. Stop wasting my time PLEASE!

• Oh yes I love when a man acts “playerfully”…

• It was so obvious that the letter was from our partner can we stop being fucking dumb?

• We didn’t emote enough after reading that letter. I needed my bitch to break out into tears while screaming or something!

• They are arguing over the letter omfggg the day that this villa knows peace, pigs will be flying.

• I busted out laughing at this cuz some of y’all were theorizing that Bea was his sister. Do you know how funny that would’ve been if she was😭

• Oh for christ’s sake can Luna shut the fuck UP? I’m so tired of her getting pressed at Jin being flirty with other bitches as if she don’t do the same exact shit. Ho mad cuz he says Bea might be hot but was just begging Hari to give her pussy a taper fade haircut, girl byeeeee!

• Theo finally manned up and admitted he wants me. Woohoo! Can we move on?

• Outfit time!

• Ngl I thought this was gonna look a whole lot more stupid but thankfully it doesn’t. Now as to why they made accompanying shoes that we couldn’t even put on is beyond me.

• Jin stfu😭😭😭

• IGNORE WHAT HARI AND I ARE DOING BAE IS BACK AAAAHHHHHH😝😝😝

• Yes use the good punani powers to distract him sis exactly!

• I’m seriously so glad I didn’t have to wait 20 episodes to see my bookie bear again like y’all don’t understandddd.

• He just got back and he already being messy helpskdmsmasnd.

• I know they ain’t actually shocked that I dropped the rope during tug of war…I already told y’all I am a one dick woman!

• Figures that Bea is the one that’s actually with my man, yet Luna is the one that’s making me wanna smack the shit outta her.

• Outfit time again!

• Say what you want but they are definitely killing the outfit game this season. Another bad bitch fit!

• The fact we can just tell Hari to shut the hell up so we can listen to the other date awww he really shoulda chose another girl to go after.

• Ok I fucks with you Bea! We love real bitches here💯💯💯

• And the fact Oakley recognizes that we would NEVER play those games oh when I tell you we fucking him real good tonight!

• God why am I so evil😭😭😭

• We actually get a private moment and they didn’t hoodwink us this time omg can we get fed like this more often?

• Oooooo wait clock his tea bae! Cuz that actually don’t make no fucking sense like how you out of practice for 2 years and suddenly you pulling out romantic ass stories just cuz you meet one bad bitch on Love Island?

• Oh lord someone duct tape Luna mouth shut before she start another yap fest.

• To clarify, when I say “you both” I’m referring to Oakley and his donk. Sorry Hari!

• Mind you the stuff that’s supposedly gonna change my mind about him is finna be some shit like “Instead of buying you a box of chocolates, he said he was gonna get you a giant teddy bear and a bouquet of roses and carnations.” Like can y’all cut this shit out it do not be gagging us anymore😕

• Because of course as soon as y’all bring me my baby daddy back you take him away again…

• Welp, loyal girlies I guess it’s time for us to suffer for another 2+ weeks!

#oh well a win is a win #my man is back #that’s all i care about #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

[josiesullysblog]

~Lo’ak x na’vi! Reader

~fluff

~proofread- no

~Summary-Aiyana is the most beautiful na’vi girl, and after becoming a woman in the tribe, her parents pester her to find a mate. She already had someone in mind.

“My daughter, time is running short you must find a mate,” you smiled at your mother, of course, you wanted a mate but no one fit your standards. Well, Lo’ak did, but you were sure he didn't like you back. “Mother do not worry he will show himself in due time.”

You walked around the edge of the river thinking, your words earlier comforted your mother but not you. You envisioned yourself unhappy with a mate of your parent's choice. You sighed before you could sit down you heard the trees rumble behind you. Out came a boy from the village, the biggest player, but that's only what you've heard. “Hello, Aiyana,” your name fell so freely out his mouth, you smiled as you watch him make his way to you. In the distance, you don't realize a certain boy watched the interaction.

Lo’ak has liked you since he was twelve. He adored your smile and how you always fuss over him when hurt. He has been waiting for you to be alone to question you, but it seemed someone else has bested him. He held the necklace in hand with anger, he moved closer to hear the conversation.

“You know Aiyana, the perfect girl deserves the perfect boy.” you smiled while he handed you a necklace, it looked like his mother had made it. “So I've heard,” you didn't want this boy you wanted Lo’ak. The boy moved closer attempting to close the gap that was between you, but you quickly moved. Walking down the river a little more, “you're beautiful Aiyana,” you smiled everyone calls you beautiful but never complimented your actual talents, well Lo’ak did. He made you feel special and loved, and you thought of the happy life you'd lived with him.

“Thank you, but what else?” Lo’ak watched with a smile, he could come up with twenty things on the spot as to why you were perfect. “What else?” the boy behind you questioned, all the other girls would simply take that and fall into his arms, “is beauty all that matters to you?” She opened his palm before placing the necklace back into it. “I am much more than my looks,” you started walking away but the boy quickly grabbed you, “you understand I am your last hope right?” You attempted to yank your arm back, “even if you tell me no, your parents will set us up so do us both a favor-” he was cut off by a loud yell, “let her go!”

Lo’ak quickly snatched you away from the boy, “this doesn't concern you Lo’ak, he said trying to grab back at you. “Let me see my mate.” that was the final straw, Lo’ak quickly punched the boy before continuing to hit him. The boy got up getting some quick punches in but nothing to overpower Lo’ak’s punches. “Stay away from her!” The boy ran off and you quickly went to check on Lo’ak, “did he hurt you badly?” You looked at his hand before gently dragging him back home.

“Thank you,” you said while patching him up. He didn't look as bad as the other boy, but you didn't want to risk any infection. Lo’ak smiled as he watched you, “Aiyana, look at me,” your eyes fell to his and he cupped your face. “If that boy gives you any more problems you tell me,” he was firm and looked serious. You nodded your head and it felt like he was getting closer, “good girl.” He kissed you softly as if he never wanted to stop. “I see you, Aiyana,” your smile was big and you kissed his cheek. “I see you, Lo’ak,” you two spent the night in each other arms. Finally, you had found your perfect match.

****

Hey guys!! Sorry if the ending sucks I started school back up and have to deal with that now. I have two ideas in mind, so hopefully one day they get used! Anyhow hope you enjoyed byeeeee!

#loak x reader #avatar way of water #neteyam #jake sully #avatar loak #avatar #avatar neytiri

[xhanisai]

my thoughts on episode derision

OKAY OKAY OKAY

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. LISTEN.

That episode was such a fucking ride! Just like many others, this kinda hit home for me too! 

First off, you all know me- I’m such a huge fan of Kim because I love what a clown and idiot he is and see him like a himbo. But MY GOD. Throughout the episode, I wanted to fucking murder him. I wanted to tear him apart for the way he treated Marinette. I know that he wasn’t trying to be malicious and that he’s one of those people (before he apologised and decided to change) that believe that everyone should have the same humour of him and that he doesn’t have to respect boundaries and shit like that- BUT I WANTED TO THROTTLE HIM. HE IS ONE OF MY FAVES AND I WANTED TO KILL HIM!!!!!

People always forget how brutal 12/13 year olds can be whether the kid is being intentional or not! But I’m so, so SO glad Kim apologised afterwards and decided to change for the better. Mad respects to him! I’m so glad he understood what he did was wrong and the way he thought was wrong too. 

As for Chloe.

Oh my dayssssss- CHLOE.

Genuinely, to some of you people- how can you believe that she would ever, ever do something nice or kind for either Marinette or Adrien out of selflessness? She TORMENTED Marinette and pretty much everyone else for like four years! I already knew it was bad from what was hinted beforehand in the show and never understood the whole ooc “hmmph! ofc i knew lila rossi was lying and dupain-cheng is telling the truth that’s why i’m on the latter’s side and now will be her new bestie BYEEEEE alyA!” fics. 

She is such a horrible person and I LOVE HOW MUCH WORSE SHE’S GETTING. She’s just so lucky that Adrien vented out most of his angry steam against Dark Cupid before meeting up with her otherwise I doubt she would even be alive hahahahaahah! It’s just so insane when you realise how she pretty much controlled the ENTIRE school, especially those USELESS ASS TEACHERS. It was pretty realistic and makes me wanna scream! Man- Alya and Adrien joining the school really did change not only Marinette’s life for better, but pretty much everyone else’s in the school! Those two really are amazing!

And there’s Adrien.

OhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH EVERY HEADCANON I HAVE OF HIM IS BECOMING TRUER AND TRUER WITH EVERY EP! GO ON YOU OVERPROTECTIVE SLIGHTLY YANDERE BOY WHO IS TRYING TO DESTROY ANYTHING THAT HURT THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE!!!!! I felt like his anger and the way he first reacted was so Chat Blanc of him and it just resonated so well with me. His first thought every time someone hurts someone he loves? MURDER. And I fucking LOVE IT. GIVE THAT BOY SOME DARKNESS. DARK ADRIEN AU SO REAL LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

He was so overprotective, so patient, so sweet with Marinette and just so understanding <3 He absolutely has been observing her from the start when he started school and knows the best ways to approach her and talk to her and ugHHH <3333 THEY ARE SO PERFECT! He’s so happy and loves being by her side but he cares about her wellbeing and happiness the most and finding out how much she suffered in the past???? UGH LILA IS SO LUCKY HE DIDN’T FIND OUT SHE THREATENED MARINETTE.

And also, his wording to Marinette towards the end really struck me. The whole thing of his fears, mainly the “I’m afraid of losing you”. I believe that this may be foreshadowing in the future...

AND AND AND! THE WAY HE ENDED HIS FRIENDSHIP WITH CHLOE!??!!? DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE THAT WAS SO SATISFYING!!!!!!! I have been WAITING for this MOMENT! YES KID! CUT OUT THE TOXIC PEOPLE OUT OF YOUR LIFE! PROTECT THE GIRL YOU LOVE! EVEN IF YOU DON’T GET TO MURDER LIKE YOU HOPED TO LOL. Again- she’s so lucky that Dark Cupid got the worst brunt of his anger because if Chat Noir came face to face with her first? I doubt she’d still have a face after that.

I’m just loving how we’re seeing him becoming more overprotective, impulsive and immediately choosing murder over and over again this season and I really feel like we may be seeing Chat Blanc again sooner than later AND I AM LIVING FOR IT. I genuinely feel like something horrible is going to happen to Marinette and he will LOSE it. 

And then there’s Marinette!

Oh my god, poor, poor Marinette. 

She wasn’t just bullied- she was fucking tormented. For over three years straight. And pretty much no one was there to help her or protect her from her situation and she went through so much fucking shit! She was so traumatised to the point where she has become the way she is!!!! Her hyperfixation with Adrien wasn’t just because she loves him- it’s so she doesn’t get hurt again! My heart fucking broke for her! THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NOT FALL FOR DUMBASSES MARINETTE!!!! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU WERE LIKE 12/13 BUT GIRL!!!!!!! 

Her life was literally in such a dump and it didn’t help that her parents probably didn’t realise the full story of it and that the teachers were so fucking useless and UGH!!!! Marinette literally went through such a horrifying experience and it’s no wonder she has PTSD! 

I’m so glad that she at least had Soqueline <33333i fucking adore Soqueline she’s the big sister that Marinette probably always wanted! She should have been a temporary miraculous holder honestly! Girl tried her best to protect Marinette and even got suspended unfairly! I LOVE YOU SOQUELINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33333333333333333333 

I just hope that soon, SOON Marinette will realise that she’s so loved and that she’s surrounded by people who want nothing but the best for her <333 She was hurt by malice and hate in the past but now she’s surrounded by love and kindness <3333 And Adrien was hurt by grief, solitude and abandonment too but now he’s surrounded by life, love and friends <33333 

#my rambles #ml spoilers #ml derision #derision spoilers #ml derision spoilers #this was such a fucking episode #i bet it hit hard for SO MANY people man

[lammy-art]

In the last post with Whiteboard, what are your OCs? Can you tell us more about them?

Sure I will, but I will simply highlight their distinguishing features. I will provide personal information about those kids from other posts in the future.

Amity

- Amity is an extremely friendly and sociable person with everyone, especially the new kids. She was truly honored to introduce them to everything about the kindergarten she was attending ( She will be the first to volunteer to talk to you )

- Amity really likes to make friends, she can make friends with anyone ( As long as they are friendly people )

- She is an extremely honest person ( You should be careful with her if she catches you doing something bad )

- She is very sympathetic to the teacher due to her honest nature ( She also does not want to mention all of the mistakes other students have made in school.but her honest nature is hard to ignore. combined with the strictness of the person asking the question is the teacher, she had no choice but to confess everything )

- She smiles a lot and is rarely sad.

- Amity really loves painting.

- She is Monty's cousin ( She doesn't like him )

Aether

- Aether doesn't like talking to anyone, he's quite rude.

- Aether will punch anyone who bothers or angers him.

- He’s a fashion model for children's fashion magazines (Famous since he was a child, that's pretty amazing)

- He's can use a butterfly knife quite well ( I think he and Bugg could be friends, I wonder if Aether would agree ._.' )

- From the beginning, Aether didn't really have that angry personality. Ever since his younger sister Emily disappeared without a trace, he fell into despair, combined with the stress from the job his father imposed on him at a young age, making him more rude.

- He really doesn't like the teachers in Kindergarten. He also suspects that those people kidnapped his sister ( He also intends to kill all of those teachers but he still doesn't have a specific plan )

- He really hates One Eye Girl because she once broke his right arm during martial arts class ( That pretty hurt )

John

- He is an extremely shy person, not good at communicating with people and always avoids new people ( It must be said that he is suffering from Social Anxiety )

- Is a genuine nerd on par with Monty.

- Can read and read very well ( You would think that you wouldn't need to pay Monty to read for you, but rather ask John. However, before you asked him to read for you, he must already run away. As I already mentioned, he dislikes meeting new people )

- He is also good at calculating.

- If you truly want to start a conversation with him, you should go with someone John has known for a long time ( A classic example is Amity, but if not, you can ask One Eye Girl for aid nevertheless because she always sits with John in class )

- He is quite easily bullied.

- John loves reading books alone in the school library ( You will see him reading books alone in the library during recess )

Linda

- Linda is also quite a friendly person like Amity but not too much like her.

- Linda is one of the people that has a close relationship with the Principal ( Not like their child, but like a relative )

- She is someone who loves taking pictures of everyone and the surrounding scenery ( That's why she always carries a camera with her to take pictures of everything )

- She also has individual albums for each of her friends, even the teachers at school have them ( Maybe when the new kids come, she'll probably have to prepare more albums  )

- Linda can also read and write but only basic words.

As for the last person with the nickname One Eye Girl given to her by Nugger, I'm almost done writing about her background and along with the unfinished comic, I'll post about her soon. .

( That's all the information from the OCs in Kindergarten 3 au. Well maybe I can edit it a bit in the next articles or maybe I can keep it like this. Depending on my inspiration :3 )

Byeeeee X3

#kindergarten game #kindergarten the game #kindergarten 2 #kindergarten 2 game #art #artwork #my art #draw #drawing #oc #my oc #oc artwork #oc drawing #kindergarten oc #kindergarten au #kindergarten 3 au

[p0nyobr]

PRESENTING MY OC!!!

Well, first of all, for a good introduction, I'm going to tell you everything that's currently relevant for you to know about my oc!

Her name is Sophia dos Santos Vitória. She is a Brazilian woman who, although introverted, is very chatty, lively and cheerful.

Her negative points are that she is very debauched, anxious, with a slightly foul mouth, and a short temper. Her good points are that she is determined, caring, loving, funny, trustworthy, loyal and very romantic. She always had a good heart.

Sophia is very proud to be Brazilian, she is the type of person who likes to resolve personal problems in secret, and hides a lot of things... She has a younger brother called Samuel, who has a very good relationship and is very protective. with him. Her most common nickname is "Sol" or "Soso".

Sophia lived with her biological parents until she was 12 years old, when a certain "accident" occurred that changed her life, and as a result she and her brother were adopted by Thiago.

Sophia met Ian at a young age when she went to the USA for the first time briefly (it was only 10 months), but she only officially lived in the USA after she was 12 thanks to Thiago. Ian's mother never really liked their friendship as she didn't understand why the girl's biological parents "disappeared".

As previously stated, Sophia hides many things about her life, and will never talk about her life before meeting Thiago. Sophia has a problem with her wrist, a type of arthritis after breaking her wrist bone repeatedly due to............

. . .

Some more silly information:

•Sophia has motephobia, although she doesn't like to admit why she thinks it's a stupid fear.

•Sophia hates fake people, betrayals and has a habit of walking away when she gets hurt by someone.

•She loves Dark Romance books, criminal case films, and loves eating chocolate, in particular, she loves brigadeiro.

•She is very proud of her country and loves answering questions in front of the country, the only thing she hates is ignorant assumptions and xenophobia.

•She is a musician, she makes some music in secret to "let off steam" but she intends to make songs and soundtracks for films, and being a small artist, she creates some content for the internet mainly on Instagram.

•Speaking of her music, her musical style is focused more on Rock and Pop, she is mainly inspired by artists such as Renato Russo, Rita Lee, Melanie Martinez and Freddie Mercury.

•Furthermore, while still in high school, she took a technical HR course, so she has knowledge in this area.

•Sophia has rhinitis, she always ends up having sneezing attacks because of it, and finally, her favorite animal is dogs!

Some more random sketches of her:

Well, so far I think we already have a good introduction about Sophia, my au in the swwsdj universe is called: "The DarkSide of the Sun" (Sophia x Sunny Day Jack). But I also intend to stage another au: "The BrightSide of the Shadow" where, briefly speaking, Sollys ends up meeting Jack, or rather, Joseph, long before the accident in '84, and what would have happened if they had met much earlier...

I'll probably also post some drawings and some small comics with other characters I love from Sncaap Studios, like Elias and Bo, but as said before, "The DarkSide of the Sun" will be my main project.

Well, thank you for reading this far, I apologize if there are any spelling errors, to be honest, most of the things I type in English are translated from Google Translate, but I hope to achieve better fluency in the future... Wait for new posts, byeeeee ;)

#sunnydayjack #sdj #swwsdj #somethingiswrongwithsunnydayjack #oc #ocs #art #artist #brasil #br #sdjoc #eliasgallangher #dachabo #thegroomofgallaghermansion

#sdj fanart #sunny day jack #dachabo #elias gallagher #something is wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #tgogm #oc #oc art #brasil #small artist #artist #ocs

[hexasaurusrex]

Letters to show my love for you

Inspired by this post by @zushikiss

Highschool au!Scara x Fem!reader

Synopsis: After getting multiple love letters from your secret admirer he asks you on a date

“Look what my secret admirer sent me this time, he gave me a bunch of origami hearts, he’s so cute,” you said as you showed your (Incredibly uninterested) friend the letter pulling out a bunch of hearts from the bottom of your bag. “Y/n, this is like the billionth time you’ve showed us,” says your friend while you put the letter and hearts into your bag, after you finish that the bell rings, “Well, I should get to class, see you at lunch, byeeeee!,” you say walking towards you class.

When you get to class you sit down in your assigned seat next to a boy called Scaramouche, “Hey, can I have a pen?” the boy asks, you could swear that boy would be the death of you, he always asked to borrow a pen and never gave it back and when you ask him about it the next day he claims to have ‘lost it,’ or ‘forgot it at home,’ “Well Scaramouche, I figured since your always borrowing my stuff, you must not have your own, so I got you your own pencil case, filled with all the stationary you could possibly need and if you want you can give me your number so i can remind you to bring it in the mornings,” you say as you pull a dark purple pencil case with lightning on it out of your bag.

“Thank you Y/n I appreciate it, give me your hand and I’ll write my number on it,” Scara says as he gently grabs your hand writing on it, “Also how many times do I have to say, you can call me Scara,”

“Alright, hey you once said that only your friends can call you Scara, so does that mean I’m your friend?”

“Yeah, I guess,”

“Alright cool, that means you get to listen to me talk about my secret admirer, for context there's this guy who’s been sending me notes saying how he really likes me and other stuff, it never fails to brighten my day and it's just so ahhhh,”

“Interesting, do you have any idea who it could be?” Scara asks with a faint blush on his cheek.

“I have no clue, but I hope they tell me who they are soon, I really want to meet them,”

“Who knows, maybe you’ve already met them,”

“Maybe,” you say as the two of you turn to the front to listen to your teacher. The rest of the day is pretty uneventful. You finish school, get home, do your chores, eat some dinner and then you get ready for bed. Before you go to sleep you take your phone on charge and send a good night message to all your friends smiling at the fact you have one more to send a message to.

“My secret admirer asked me out!!!” you squeak as you show your friend the letter,

“That's great Y/n, here let me put the hair clip on you,” she says as you give her the hair clip. The two of you excitedly talk for a couple of minutes before the bell goes “I’ll see you at lunch byeeee!!,” you say joyously.

When you get to class you sit down and Scara is already there, when he notices the hair clip he smiles and blushes but this goes unnoticed by you because as soon as you sit down you’re already talking “Hey Scara, guess what? My secret admirer asked me out, we’re going on a date tonight!”

“Hey Y/n, that's great, where are the two of you going?” he asks despite already knowing the answer

“Uyuu restaurant,”

“Cool, the food there is nice,”

“Yeah, its like my favourite restaurant,”

“That's good,” Scara says whilst trying to hide his blush.

The two of you continue to talk about it for a while until the teacher starts talking.

When it comes to lunch you’are talking to your friends about the date when one of them insists on doing you after school,

“Come on pleaseeeee,” she begs

“Fine, I’ll come by your house after school, with what i'm wearing,”

“Woo!” your friend exclaims as she starts talking about all the ideas she has for you. The two of you continue talking about it for the rest of the day, and before you know it, it’s time to go home. “Alright I’ll be by your place in like 30 minutes,” you say as she nods her head.

After much deliberation on what you’ll wear, you decide on a white long sleeve top with a light blue cardigan and light brown pants.

Once you get to your friend's house she puts some light blue makeup on you and styles your hair (Or hijab) however you want. Then drives you to Uyuu restaurant “Have fun, I want to here all the details when I pick you up,”

“Thank you and don't worry you will know everything,” you say as you wave goodbye and step into the restaurant.

“Hi, my secret admirer told me to meet here at six,” you say to the person up the front,

“Ah yes you must be Y/n, I was instructed to lead you to your table because your admirer wants your eyes closed on the way to the table,”

“Oh alright,” you say as you close your eyes and the lady guides you to your table, you sit down and when you open your eyes you’re met with a very embarrassed Scara.

“Scara!!! You’re my Secret admirer?”

“Yeah,” he says with a nervous laugh,

You get up and give him a hug, “I couldn’t be happier that its you!” 

“That makes me feel a lot better, considering how anxious I was,”

“Why’d you choose today to meet up?” You ask going back to your chair

“Well, when you were telling me about the letters originally you said something along the lines of ‘I can’t wait to meet them, I hope they tell me who they are soon,’ and the whole purpose of the letters was to make your day better and make it so I don’t accidentally tell you in the middle of class, so I figured why not make your day better and eliminate the possibility of me telling you in class, and just ask you out, so when I went home that night I built up all the courage I had and wrote the letter,”

“Aww, well I'm glad you did,”

“Y/n I have another letter for you, but please read it once we’re finished here,”

“Of course,”

The two of you continue to talk the rest of the night and find out you have a lot in common, eventually the two of you have to go home,

“Bye Scara, this was nice I hope we can do it again sometime,”

“Bye Y/n, I hope so too, don’t forget to read the letter,” he says as you get into your car.

“Sooo, how’d it go?” your friend questions as soon as you get in the car

You get out your phone to send a message to Scara “Hey, Scara! Just wanted to let you know its fine if you keep sending me letters, and I would absolutely love to be your girlfriend ❤️”

#genshin fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin school au #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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Steve Harrington | “I’m Here”

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Summary: Let’s just say your best friend Steve Harrington isn’t as good at hiding how in love he is with you as he thinks he is. You’re not feeling your best and call Steve to come over to help you and he gladly obliges.

word count: 1692

warnings: just some cussing here and there, nothing bad though. sick reader, sappy steve. I think that’s it :)

A/N: I wrote this cause I’m sick right now and would kill to have a hug from Steve Harrington. Hope you all enjoy, happy reading. :)

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It was a cold winter day with cloudy skies and was forecasted to rain all day long. This was a day that you would usually take advantage of. Cuddle up by the window with your favorite blanket, hot chocolate beside you with your favorite book in hand. But no, not today. When you woke up, you felt like complete and utter shit. You would usually be okay with feeling a little under the weather, but this time was different. Your family members had already left for the day, leading their busy lives and you knew you couldn’t call your parents and ask one of them to come take care of you. So, you took a lucky shot and called the local video store, Family Video, to see if either of your beloved best friends were working and if they could point you in the right direction of the other. It was rare that Steve and Robin both worked the same shift on a weekday, so you were hoping that today was one of those occasions.

As the phone rang, you whispered under your breath that you hoped Robin was the one who picked up. As much as you loved her and enjoyed her company, you wanted the comfort of Steve Harrington more than anything at that moment. To your surprise, as if the universe answered your prayers, you hear a very bored voice pick up the phone, “Thank you for calling Family Video, I’m Robin, how can I help you?” Oh thank god. “Robin, it’s me, Y/N,” you could immediately hear the tone in Robin’s voice change and you could hear her smiling through the phone. “Dingus number two! How are you? You don’t sound like yourself. Everything okay?” She questioned you as you could hear concern behind her excited tone. “No, actually. I woke up this morning and I feel so sick. I don’t know, I think I have a fever? I’m home alone and I was hoping that you or Steve weren’t working so you could come help me?” I could hear her giggle over the phone, “Oh don’t sound so helpless yet Y/N, yeah I’m working but Steve is off today! How about you call him at home? I’ve got customers staring me down like they’re gonna kill me if I don’t help them soon.” She said between her teeth. You let out a heavy sigh of relief. “Y-yeah, I’ll call Steve, thank you, Robin, love you.” Your voice was soft, thankful that this phone call went exactly as you wanted it to. “No problem, feel better, yeah? I’LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU, okay I gotta go, I love you too. Byeeeee.” You heard your phone line beep, indicating that Robin ended the call and you started dialing Steve’s number.

“Hello?” A very groggy voice comes from the other end. “S-Steve? It’s Y/N, did I wake you?” Steve’s voice changed when he heard your voice the same way that Robin’s did only a few minutes ago. “Hey, you! I may or may not have been asleep still,” he sighed, almost embarrassed that he was sleeping. You laughed. “It’s okay, Stevie,” before you could finish what you were saying, Steve interrupted you. “Are you okay? You sound sick.” He must have heard your voice that is currently much deeper than your natural voice is. Tears started to form in your eyes as you realized how sick you actually felt. “N-no. Are you busy today? I feel like shit, I don’t think I could even get up to get water right now.” Steve’s heart cracked with every word you spoke, “Hey, hey don’t cry, it’ll only make it worse. There’s no way I’m gonna let my girl dehydrate okay? I’ll be there in ten and don’t cry anymore!” You heard the phone hang up and sighed, you felt at peace knowing Steve was going to be by your side soon.

Knock knock knock. Steve got to your house in a perfect 10 minutes and waited at your door in the rain until you managed to get out of bed. His palms were wet holding a bouquet of flowers for you that were from his mom’s garden. He couldn’t tell if it was from the rain or how sweaty his palms were at the moment. You made him so nervous. After all these years, King Steve just couldn’t get over how in love he was with you, though he’d never admit it. Robin and Dustin have tried countless times to trick him into a confession, but he has never given in. He loved you too much to allow himself to ruin the relationship the two of you already had. He couldn’t imagine a life without you in it, even if that meant you couldn’t be his. You finally opened up the door and felt like you looked pathetic. Steve smiled at you and you heard the smallest “oh, baby” leave his lips as he walked inside and pulled you into a hug. The hug was so warm, it was everything you needed. When he let go, you missed his touch instantly and then you saw the flowers in his hands. “Oh, Stevie, they’re beautiful! A shame I can’t smell them right now.” You pout, wishing your day with Steve was under different circumstances.

“I’ll put them in a vase, you go sit down and get under a blanket, I can see your goosebumps from a mile away.” Steve said as he pointed to the couch in your living room. You nodded your head in agreement and walked towards the couch. But, as you did, Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way you wobbled and moved so slowly in order to make it to the couch. Why aren’t you helping her? Steve cursed himself out from under his breath as he quickly filled up a vase with water and plopped the flowers in it. “Do you need anything before I come sit down with you? How about that water you mentioned on the phone?” Steve asked as he peeked his head around the corner, with all your might you were able to push out a “yes please.” and Steve’s head disappeared from behind the wall and in only a few seconds he was back with a glass full of cold ice water.

Steve sat the cup down on the coffee table in front of you before he found his spot next to you on the couch. You started to sit up to make room for him but he shook his head, “No, no baby, here, lay your head on my lap.” You gladly followed his directions and got comfortable on Steve’s lap and his hands found your hair immediately and started brushing his fingers through it. “Thank god you came Steve, I almost called the kids. I was desperate.” Steve chuckled, “The last thing you need right now is a bunch of boys running around your house. Can you even imagine Dustin trying to help someone that’s sick??” You laughed with him, “No, but I think Will and Max could manage. Maybe even El. Oh what I’d do to have powers like that girl. I could’ve just used some cool telekinesis to make myself a glass of water.” Steve let out a tiny laugh, the one where only air comes out of your nose,

“But then I wouldn’t be here.” Your heart skipped a beat. He was right. As much as you didn’t want to be a burden to your friends, the company of your best friend was like no other. “Thank you for coming, Steve, I really needed this.” He smiled down at you “anything for my girl.” Steve Harrington knew exactly how to give you butterflies, and you did the same to him. He thought you looked ethereal right now in his lap and wished that he could take a picture of you. Though, he didn’t really need it because every moment like this with you sticks into that boy’s head. He wanted to tell you how he felt about you right then and there, it would be perfect, he thought to himself, but when he opened his mouth to speak, you beat him to it. “You’re so good to me, Stevie,” he could’ve shed a tear at your words, “I truly don’t deserve it.” Steve shook his head, “No, Y/N, you deserve the world.” You two stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments until Steve accidentally said it, the forbidden words that should have never left his lips

“I love you,” he froze. He didn’t mean to say them, “like, like as friends ya know, like love ya, cause we have known each other so long and you and Robin say it to each other and”- You were smiling the biggest, cheekiest smile ever and cut your best friend off, “I love you too, Steve.” And with just those words, Steve’s body finally relaxed under you, “You-you do? Like in the way you love Robin? Or a, I don’t know, a different way?” You managed to push yourself up off of Steve’s lap so you were sitting next to him, face to face, faces closer than they ever have been before.

“Oh Steve Harrington, if I wasn’t so sick I would kiss you right now just to shut you up,” You said through laughter. Steve looked at you in shock and you were waiting for him to say something as you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers with his. “Yes, Steve, I love you in a different way.” And there was the confirmation he needed, he didn’t care that you were sick, he cupped your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was eager, but soft at the same time. He was trying to be as gentle as possible with you, but you could feel how long he had been waiting to do this. When he finally pulled away, you were able to catch your breath. “Great, now you’ll be sick.” You said, Steve rested his forehead on yours, smiled and said, “I don’t care.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x you #FANFICTION #best friends to lovers