#i went too hard on her being 'the most beautiful woman' now im in love with her a little. whoops

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

underrated aspect of semiramis's character is that she was raised by pigeons

#and yet she isnt even the weirdest person about them at chaldea #semiramis #fgo #fate apocrypha #amakusa #atalante #achilles #my art #comic #i went too hard on her being 'the most beautiful woman' now im in love with her a little. whoops #my comic

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i KNOW i might sound insane, but what if vampire! Engel sets up traps around her isolated dark castle to capture any animal that is unfortunate enough to step on one of them, because she swears to not ever consume human blood and swore to only consume animal blood

and vampire hunter! König unluckily (luckily??) stepped on one of the bear traps, and she heard a scream from outside, so she went out to check and SHE SMELLED the smell she tried so hard to hide herself from

And she just kinda stood there, drooling and saw a very big BIG man, she thought it was a bear until he pulled out her dagger and pointed it at her, while panting in pain

IDKKK ITS GIVING ENEMIES TO LOVERS? STRANGERS TO LOVERS????? I worte this ina hirry because im about to cry thinking about it

Oh god the angst exploded in this one… sorry not sorry but these two are just UGHHH

König thought he was getting rescued when he heard the sound of soft footsteps. His stomach sinks when he sees this is not the case: his situation is far more dire than he thought. Not only is he stuck in an old trap and about to lose a foot: he's being hunted by the most dangerous, most beautiful little predator he has ever seen.

She's prowling, hungry and keen, crawling barely ten feet away from his sorry corpse-to-be. Her eyes glow in the darkness as she licks her lips; she's looking at her prey like a cute little house cat, dark and treacherous and extremely curious. He can't understand how those perfect hands could've managed to set all these traps: they look so dainty and frail. But looks can be deceiving when it comes to vampires. She's probably stronger than an average human male.

He can't hear her thoughts, which must be filled with the desire to drink. He doesn't have to: any vampire hunter can see that this one hasn't eaten properly in a while. Her lips are pale, she's breathing fast, she even moves on all fours like she's either too afraid or too weak to stand. Her fingers curl around the moss as she looks at him; her body almost trembles with anticipation.

When he draws his blade, she lets out a hiss and recoils further into the shadows. He's a pathetic mortal and a weak man for mourning the loss of that pretty little face and those lovely, enchanting eyes. He knows that she's a vampire, she's supposed to seduce her victims, but he can't help his sinful thoughts.

No woman has ever looked at him like that…

No woman has ever prowled upon him, it's usually the other way around. It won't take tremendous strength to kill this lovely little creature, but it will take a tremendous amount of willpower, a thing he used to have in abundance before he met her.

"Shy one. Did you set all these traps?" He asks and lowers his blade. The woman slinks back into a beam of moonlight, now standing on her own two feet. Her hips sway like in a dream, her red little tongue darts across the pale, bloodless lips.

"Who else if not me?"

Her voice is cool, cascading silk. It's calling him in like a siren song, forcing him to lower his dagger even more. She's dressed like an angel, in the purest white. A cruel joke from a vampire, or a desperate attempt to recall who she used to be when she was alive.

But her eyes are innocent – she's either the most cunning vampire he's ever met or then she's trapped, far more badly than him.

"You like to torture your victims?"

His question leaves the creature blinking. Then the curious eyes narrow to slits, the confused, hungry little mouth begins to pout.

"No. The traps are not meant for humans."

"No…? Why am I caught in one then?"

"Perhaps because you're clumsy."

She's cute when she's annoyed. Vampire charms or no, she lashes out so tactfully and elegantly that he cannot help but smile. What a proud, stubborn little creature… She's a sad, lonely little thing, just like he is. He would love to take her home as a pet.

His eyes must be softer when he smiles because it throws the vampire off guard. She takes a curious step towards him.

"If I set you free… will you leave me in peace?"

Her eyes are big and pleading now, free of any deceit, and he curses in his mind. If she's trying to allure him into another trap, it's working far too well.

"Ja," he tries to keep his voice even, "But if you try to drink from me–"

"I don't drink from humans."

"...Why not?"

There's no answer. But she takes another step, then another, then floats down to help him out of the huge trap meant for game. Her suspicious eyes dart to his blade every now and then until he decides to sheathe his weapon. The old hunters would deem him dead after this, but he can only concentrate on the woman before him. Her weak frame summons an immense amount of strength to open the trap.

The scent of blood must be like opium to her as the fresh wound on his leg becomes exposed. Her nostrils quiver and flare, her eyes flutter closed as she sighs softly. For that sweet, soft sound alone, he would open his veins for her himself.

"Fräulein… Are you alright?" He asks while bleeding profusely all over the ground. If she attacks him now, the culling would be well earned. No man should be this weak-willed.

"You… You smell good," she moans, her voice filled with so much longing that he can't take it anymore.

"Scheisse... Listen. One bite. Ja? You can have one bite and then I'll–"

Darkness and light envelop him all at once.

She dives forward like an eager lover, her body cold and frail and yet, so demanding when it hits him like the softest tide. He falls back, taking her with him, the vampire woman who is everything he ever wanted.

Her lips tremble on his neck for a while before she opens her mouth and sinks her tiny little teeth in. What else can he do but clutch her – in pleasure and in pain as she drinks and drinks and drinks until he's hard and groaning under her. The pain in his leg turns into full, ecstatic pangs of rushing blood, his ears are ringing with the song of it.

All he can feel is her. He can feel her relief and her hunger and the quick but quenching thirst, it makes him so happy his heart is about to burst.

The shy little lady is all but fearful now. She doesn't seem to care that his hands are roaming across her back and all over her waist. No: she hums and purrs with delight, attaches to him like she's in desperate need of a release too. She hasn't had a hearty drink in ages, then. He's glad to provide it for her: death is a small price to pay if he gets to hold her like this. If she kills him in these woods, it will be a good way to go.

"You don't… drink from humans, ja?"

He tries to laugh, but his voice comes out as a dry croak. The body above him goes tense like a bowstring.

"Don't be shy, kleine Engel," he rumbles when a pitiful sob disrupts the drinking. He only holds her closer: if these are his last minutes alive, he will spend them with this woman in his arms. The reassurance works, in a way: she draws breath so fast that the last gulp turns into a suck. It forces his whole body rigid; nothing has ever felt so good. But then she stops, and lets him go with an agonized, heartbroken look.

Vampires can't cry, that's what he was taught long ago in the academy. The demons of the night are to be hunted because they can never shed a tear for their sins. But this angelic creature, now warm and full and lush in his embrace, has tears streaming down her face.

"What did you call me?" She asks with a frail, thin voice. The white shadow above him is made of pure light as his senses begin to fail. He barely discerns that she looks more healthy, even more mesmerizing than before now that she has had her fill. He whispers his last words into the night air, just before losing consciousness.

"An angel…"

It's dawn when he wakes up without ever expecting to do so.

Someone has kept the beasts away during the dark, dangerous hours of the night. His wound is treated and his water can is full when he comes to. She has even brought her some bread and cheese on the forest floor. Stolen, no doubt, from some local homestead. The only evidence of him holding her in his arms last night are the two little punctures he finds on his neck. Small, neat and cute, just like her.

It doesn't help to know that vampires rarely leave their victims alive unless they wish to come back to them. It doesn't help to know that the reason for their return is usually the desire to turn the victim into a vampire – into a companion.

He should pursue and hunt her, but he's too weak. Or that's what he tells himself, at least. Deep down he knows he wouldn't do it even if he was in his prime.

After all, he could never kill an angel.

#vampire au #pining #könig x reader #answered

[jhugas]

‘I OWE HER MY LIFE’- Jeon Jungkook

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Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: comforting, idol!Jungkook X sad, 8th member!F!Reader

Summary: You love Bts and Army, but you don’t think you’re made for this lifestyle. So you’ve been considering leaving the group. But how will Jungkook, the one that loves you the most, react?

Warnings/tags: mention of sasaengs, and death threats (only mentions, no details), reader feels depressed, Jungkook is extremely attached, Jungkook comforts you, sad Jungkook, crying, hugs and a lovely Jungkook.

Word count: ~1,2k

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It’s been a long time you’ve been in BTS, the biggest band in the world… maybe around 5 years? You’ve had tours, fan meetings, collaborations, invitations… but also had death threats, sasaengs, people ringing at your door, and harassing you in the streets.

You’re a strong woman. Very strong. But you had limits, and limits got crossed over. This wasn’t the life you wanted; you just wanted some money to help your family. But now, you have the money without your family. You had to leave them from a young age, and with so much work and pressure, your relations with them got damaged. You believe that they won’t come back no matter what. But then, what was all of that for? Working so hard day and night since you’re 13, for nothing but money and fame.

Realizing how much better your life would’ve been without fame… tears form in your eyes. You love Bts, and you love Army, but maybe you weren’t made for this.

‘They‘ll understand. They love me too’

you reassured yourself, scared of expressing the decision you’re considering more and more; leaving Bts. Leaving the cameras, fame, and infinite money for an easier life. You try to imagine how Bts will react…

Namjoon, the one that you grew up with, that made you who you are today, comforted you every needed time and that considered you as his own sister.

Jin, that considered you as his very own daughter, bringing you to school and cooking for you.

Yoongi and Hoseok, bringing you to your bed when you fell asleep on the couch and went to the school reunions for parents.

Taehyung and Jimin being your closest friends you ever had, your big brothers, teasing you and bickering each other all the time. But always being there for each other.

And Jungkook that… loved you deeply. Very deeply. More than anyone else.

He always gave you lovely gifts, like portraits, drawings and paintings of you, and even tried sculpting you. Once, he gave you an album full of pictures he took himself of you, to prove you you were beautiful at your most insecure time. He gave you letters all the time, and was the type to write “Jungkook, you’re not so secret admirer :) ” as a signature. And always gave you the best Netflix and chill nights. Buying popcorns, letting you chose the movie, buying channels just for you, making his bedroom cozy with cute lights and more.

You were hung up on his walls. Said you were his love, passion and happiness as a person. And said he’d be your guardian angel the day he leaves.

“I’m not scared of dying because I know we’ll never really be too far from each other. In our next life, we’ll meet again, and love each other like we always did.” he said…

Tears roll down your cheek. How are you going to tell him? Will he get mad? Sad? Tons of questions go through your head as you blow your nose and throw the tissue. Will he hate you? Understand you? Does he feel the same thing? You blow your nose once again and throw the tissue. Suddenly, the door opens.

‘Y/n!! Why are you crying?!’

Jungkook comes in running and gets in front of you making sure to close the door behind him. He looks at you with worried eyes as you wipe away your tears, acting like nothing happened.

‘Y/n Im not joking! Please baby, tell me what’s wrong. You can talk to me you know it.’

He whispers the last part, taking care to not frighten you and to make you feel safe, protected. As you look at him in the eyes, you sitting on the edge of the bed and him crouching down to talk to you, he cups your face in his big hands, gets closer and kisses your forehead.

‘Jungkook… I… I’m not sure what to feel about being in Bts anymore… I’m scared, and lost… It’s not like I really want to leave but it feels like it’s the only way out…’

You look down, scared of how he’ll react. He’ll think you’re a traitor, you think…

There’s a silence. A long one. You wouldn’t be able to tell how long it was nor if it was uncomfortable or not. But it felt like hours. You hear him taking a deep breath in before saying in a weak voice:

‘Y/n… you can’t be real. You’re not thinking about leaving Bts right? You’re joking?’

He asks, sounding like he was about to cry. You slowly nod, making him understand that yes, you were indeed, considering it.

‘What’s wrong? What made you think about this? Y/n Im ready to do anything for you. Anything! Tell me what do you need I’ll do it! I’ll give it to you!’

He sounds desperate. You finally look back at him, tears still rolling down your cheeks but he gently wipes them away with his thumb. He gets on the bed and hugs you tight. His chest moving irregularly, strongly. And his arms holding you extremely close to him.

‘Im just… I’m tired! I’m tired of everything. I’ve tried having breaks, I really did! But nothing have worked…I’m exhausted Jungkook…I really am… and I’m sorry…’

You say. Your nose gets even redder. You almost can’t see due to the amount of tears your shining eyes are holding.

‘Put the blame on me. Put all of your worries in me. Give me all of your stress, fears, pressure. I’ll take it. I gladly will.’

He gets back.

‘Give me all of your pain. I know you’re suffering so put it all on me. Please.’

He yells in a whisper. He doesn’t want to scare you and he meant everything he said. He’s ready to do anything for you, even if it meant dying, or getting tortured till the end of his days.

You saved him and always comforted him when he wasn’t feeling good. So that’s what he told himself: ‘I owe her my life’. From the moment he realized how important you are to him, he knew he’d dedicate his whole life to you. There wasn’t any point in doing anything without you. And in fact, you were his whole life. He always did the most for you. He hugs you again…

‘It’ll be all right… I’m here… I’m right here.’

He whispers onto your neck, slightly laying a few kisses on it. You hold tight onto his hair and let your body rest in his strong arms. Tired from crying so much, you fell asleep. He laid you down on the bed, changed your clothes for pajamas, and stayed beside you. He spent the whole night cuddling you and whispering good things in your ear such as ‘you’re strong’, ‘you can do it’, or ‘I’m right here’.

He let you sleep as much as you needed and instead of not leaving until you wake up, he decided to make your favorite breakfast then decorated and cleaned the whole apartment.

He was right. It’ll be all right, he’s here…

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@dolliecat @icyllic ^^

#army #bts #fanfic #scenarios #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #jungkook one shot #jungkook angst #angst #fluff #Jungkook fluff #comfort #Jungkook comfort #bts comfort

[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: none I think-

✧CHAPTER 3✧

The next day went by silently. All Heeseung knew, was that Jooyeon broke her heart and she drank and got high out of her mind. He didn't know about the harassment, all he heard was that a gang fight took place in a bedroom, and 5 men were killed. Sunghoon was just such a perfect actor. Not even y/n rememberred...

She woke up to find Sunghoon asleep on the sofa in her room. Why was he there? well he was simply installing extremely secret cameras around her room, but y/n didn't need to know that. As far as she's concerned, the latter only stayed behind to take good care of her, and make sure she was ok. Now that was rather flatterring.

Sunghoon stayed for breakfast then left, leaving the girl to Heeseung "Im so glad we don't have to put up with that rockstar wannabe anymore" Mrs Lee pointed out as Heeseung sighed "mom... i get he's a dick but maybe now is not the time... its 9pm and she's still all sad and quiet" Heeseung pointed out as the woman smiled at him. "Oh Heeseung... I know its hard to see her like this but... love is a lesson... all people need to experience some pain you know?" the woman pointed out as she hugged the boy, proud of how protective he is over his dear sister.

Heeseung silently took a seat beside y/n who sat by the window looking outside, glancing at her phone every now and then. "Miss him?" the male asked as y/n turned to him, teary eyed "I-I just keep hoping I'd see his car.... I really miss that car" y/n admitted as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I know... you spent most of ur time with him in that car when you sneak out" Heeseung pointed out "You knew?" "Of course I knew... I see it all the time... it's a good thing you feel this way because you feeling hurt is a reminder that this was a relationship worth having" Heeseung explained.

The night went by with y/n crying in Heeseung's arms, then the male leaving her on her bed. Jooyeon was finally out of the picture, now its time for Sunghoon to win her heart, slowly but surely it will happen. Sunghoon smirked as he watched her sleep peacefully through the camera, that think, silk cami night gown being the only thing covering her body, her cheeks slightly glossy with a few drying tears, the way she snuggled into the pillow beside her as if it were her husband... as if that pillow was him.

The following morning y/n was stuck being home alone, with dear Sunghoon to babysit her. Just him and y/n home alone. God these people trusted him way too much. "Sunghoon- do u want marshmallows?" the girl called from the kitchen "Sure I don't mind" he replied. Smiling, the girl climbed onto the kitchen counter and opened the cupboard, practically balancing on the edge.

As she got a hold of the packet, she felt herself slipping off the counter, "OH SHIT-" she yelped, realizing that her life was basically on the line. Out of no where, Sunghoon caught her in time, the girl in his arms as he stared down at her. He carried her to the sofa "If you couldn't reach you should've asked!" He sternly said as y/n could only nod. Oh her heart... she's never been this close to Sunghoon before. His plush lips, perfectly sculpted face, the way his hair strands fell in place, those eyebrows, sexy beautiful eyebrows, that nose she'd always wish she had, and to finish the look, those perfect moles that god splattered onto his face.

Oh he was such an angel. Sunghoon noticed that look in her eyes, his arms around her waist as she set her down slowly, but she never pulled away, she was too focused on him. His arms resting on the bare skin of her waist, as she wondered how lucky she was to have someone this pretty be there for her 24/7. Her brother's pretty best friend, who was such a sweetheart, was really doing something to her heart.

It was all too easy for Sunghoon, she's so naïve. She knew he was a demon, but she didn't make such a big deal out of it, why would she? he was nothing but sweet to her family and he caused no harm, as far as she's concerned. She doesn't know what hides behind that innocent, warm smile... a hungry monster waiting to pounce on her, and keep her all to himself...

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#enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enha x reader #enhypen ff #engene #sunghoon enhypen #park sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon angst #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon yandere #yandere sunghoon #enhypen yandere #yandere enha #yandere enhypen #yandere #sung hoon #hoon #demon au #demon #enhypen au #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfic #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff

[sassycheesecake]

„All You Need Is Love“

Atsumu Miya x NICUNurse!Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, early labor, Tsumu’s shitty flirting

Words: 3,760

It was an amazing day for the MSBY Black Jackals, they beat the Adlers and are celebrating their victory in one of the most popular nightclubs “Cloudhouse“ in Osaka. It is located on top of a high building, almost reaching the sky, hence the given name.

Two members of the team are in wild spirits, still full of adrenaline from winning against their opponents, naming Bokuto and Hinata, are challenging each other on who can drink the most shots without throwing up. Sakusa is hiding in a sitting booth behind a table with a glass of water in his hand and trying to shake a clearly very drunk woman off of him with the most venomous glare, by scooting away from her as far as he can. Their Team Captain Meian watches over Bokuto and Hinata with an annoyed expression, as he occasionally sips his beer, while being seated next to Sakusa. Tomas is on the dance floor, dancing with a woman, who is pressed up against him, her back tightly fitting against his chest and his arms wrapped around her waist while hers encircle his neck. Barnes already went home after the game, stating he was too tired to celebrate until 4 am with his team and rather spent time with his wife and his two-year old at home.

Atsumu Miya is sitting alone at the bar with his Whiskey, scrolling through his phone when he feels a presence sitting beside him.

“Miya, you alright? We won. Why the long face?“

Atsumu turns his head slightly to find the Libero of MSBY, Inunaki, getting into the seat next to him.

The Setter turns off his phone and puts it in his hoodie pocket. Throwing his head back to gulp down the rest of his glass, he gently slams the now empty glass back down.

“Samu‘s expectin‘. Told me this mornin‘.“

Inunaki is confused about that.

“And that’s bad because?“ He raises an eyebrow at it.

Atsumu sighs, waving to the bartender for a refill. Once refilled, Atsumu starts talking again.

“Nothing’s bad about it. I‘m happy for ‘im. I am.“ He starts.

The blonde takes a small sip of his glass, continuing to explain.

“I haven’t been in any serious relationships since High School. He has been datin’ this woman for about two years now, got married after a year to ‘er. Already has a kid on the way. Triplets actually. Just makes me feel like a sore loser, since I have neither. And there also might be this stupid ass bet Samu an’ I made when that asshole decided ta quit Volleyball in High School. ‘bout which one of us would be happier in our careers“ Atsumu grumbles as he gets quieter by the end of his sentence.

Inunaki smiles and nods at him in an understanding manner.

“You know, just because your brother is moving at a different pace than you, doesn’t necessarily have to mean that either one of you is happier than the other. I mean, people live their happiness in different ways and forms. For some people it’s having a family, others prefer being alone with their success in life and don’t need other people in their lives to celebrate it. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Atsumu gives him an intrigued look and continues to listen to his teammate.

“Atsumu I am 100% sure that there is someone for everyone out there. Maybe even in this room and you just haven’t looked hard enough.“ The Libero locks his gaze on someone on the other side of the bar, while Atsumu curiously follows his gaze.

A beautiful young woman is sitting there in a gorgeous black dress that hugs her figure perfectly. Her hair is perfectly done and the flashing colorful neon lights of the club make her beauty shine even more.

She looks bored as she twirls the fluid in her glass around, clearly not interested in celebrating, as she waves off her friends who seem to want to drag her to the dance floor.

Inunaki notices that his teammate seems hooked on her and gently nudges him forward into her direction.

When he tries pushing him forward, he can feel the stiffness in Atsumu’s back and he pushes a little bit more, so the blonde actually moves forward.

“What are you waiting for? Go!” The light-haired Libero gives Atsumu one final push and the Setter finally moves forward.

Atsumu gulps nervously and drives his hand through his hair, trying to look somehow decent, when he starts approaching the gorgeous lady.

Straightening his posture, he tries to puff up a little bit before coming to stand next to you with a little bit of distance but still close enough.

“Yannow, if you were a McDonald’s burger, you’d be the McGorgeous.” He tells her with a flirty smile on his face.

You slowly turn your head to meet the voice that just approached you. You widen your eyes a little bit before scoffing at the lame pick-up line.

Leaning your elbow on the bar table, you rest your face in your hand as you size him up with judging eyes.

The blonde swears he is getting more nervous by the second, your scrutinizing eyes making his heart beat go rapid.

Straightening up, you give out a reply that he did not expect.

“Thanks Ronald, but I have already talked to enough clowns tonight. Try a better pick-up line on someone who seems more desperate.”

You go back to sipping your wine as you look forward again, trying to look disinterested in another approach. Seems like the stranger won’t give up yet though.

“Alright I’m sorry that was a horrible line. Let’s start over. May I sit next to ya?” Atsumu rubs his neck nervously as he glances at you with a small blush on his face.

“Sure.” You simply reply.

Atsumu takes a seat into the barstool next to you and tries to get to know you a little bit better.

“So… whatcha doin’ here tonight?”

Looking back at your friend group acting crazy and completely drunk off of their minds, you answer him while still watching your friends with an annoyed expression.

“Those idiots in the back are my friends. One of them got a promotion and she’s celebrating tonight. Tried to cancel but they showed up at my apartment and almost kicked down my door. Literally dragged me here, so here I am, trying not to get too drunk because I still have work the next day.” Turning back to your conversationalist, he listens intently, while also laughing softly at your words.

Atsumu frowns at your explanation, asking what you do, that you have to work on a Sunday.

“I am a NICU nurse. I work at the NHO Osaka National Hospital.“

The stranger frowns at your job title, not recognizing the first title.

Judging by his reaction, he doesn’t know what that means.

“Not familiar with medical terms I see? It’s short for Neonatal intensive care unit.“ You say while taking another sip of your wine.

“Uhm neonatal means..?“ He tilts his head in confusion.

“It means I take care of babies that have been born too early.“

His eyes widen at your job description.

“Wow, that's pretty impressive!“ The blonde‘s eyes shine in excitement.

Blushing at his comment, you thank him quietly.

Taking a sip of your wine, you ask him who he is.

A bit stunned that you don’t know who he is, he introduces himself.

“Name’s Atsumu Miya. I am a professional Volleyball Player. I play for the Black Jackals in Osaka.” He boasts.

“Volleyball huh?” You smile at him from the rim of your glass.

“Ever played before?” He scooches a bit closer to you.

“Yeah I played in High School a little bit. I unfortunately hurt my ankle pretty badly at a game and stopped playing after my injury.”

Atsumu frowns in pity at your answer.

“Sorry ta hear that.”

“Eh it’s fine.” You shrug your shoulders, continuing to talk.

“I love my current job, I love working with kids and supporting the families the best I can.” You smile at him.

He returns your smile, engaging in a full conversation with you, making you smile and laugh with his jokes and flirtatious remarks.

Inunaki watches from afar, happy that his teammate seems to have found a nice person to get along with.

As the Libero looks over his other teammates, he notices that Sakusa is gone, Tomas is gone, Bokuto has passed out with his head on the table, Hinata tries to move him, Meian talking to someone on the phone while he keeps looking at Bokuto and Hinata.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a woman on the dance floor, eying him and making a gesture to join her.

His eyes light up like Christmas lights and he moves to join her.

“Showtime.” Inunaki mumbles while straightening out his clothes and hair.

~ The next morning at Atsumu’s apartment ~

The bright sun shines through the messy room, directly in Atsumu’s face and he groggily turns away to the other side to avoid the annoying sun rays that are blinding his vision.

When his arm lands on the other side of the bed, he kind of expects to feel you next to him but all he feels are cold sheets.

He peeks an eye open and lifts his head a little bit to confirm that you are actually not there.

Confused, he opens his other eye and sits up a little bit, the blanket falling down to his lap, revealing his naked hickey-covered chest.

Your clothes are gone but there is a single note with his name written in neat and gracious handwriting on the other bedside table.

The hungover blonde reaches over to grab the paper and lays back down on the sheets with a sigh.

He opens it and reads over it with a smile that he can’t fight.

‘Thank you for an amazing night, had to go, sorry about that’

‘P.S. Maybe fate will reunite us again for round 2 ;)’

Placing the note against his chest he closes his eyes and inhales deeply through his nose before realizing something horrible.

“Fuck I am late for practice!” Scurrying out of bed like a startled cat, he gets ready to hopefully still make it to practice on time before Foster grills him alive.

When Atsumu arrives at the gym panting and sweating like crazy from running to the training center of the MSBY Jackals, he enters the gym and all the eyes of his teammates are on him.

Lastly Foster gives him a deadly glare, making the Setter gulp in nervousness.

“I am really sorry - “ Atsumu starts to frantically apologize.

“Just go and get warmed up.”

Before Atsumu goes to the sidelines to warm up, Sakusa can’t help but tease his teammate.

“Long night Miya?“

“Shut yer trap, I don’t wanna hear it!“ Atsumu growls in reply.

“Atsumu we saw that you left the club yesterday with the pretty lady that you talked to half the night. I am guessing you had a wild night with her. How was it?!“ An excited Hinata appears to the Setter‘s side as he watches him stretch.

Some of the other members, named Tomas, Inunaki, Bokuto and Barnes join Atsumu to hear the story.

“Well…” Atsumu starts rubbing his neck nervously.

“We talked a lot and spent the night at my place. She was already gone when I woke up.”

“Was your performance that bad that she left without saying goodbye?” Tomas snickers.

“No! She even left me a note saying that she hopes to meet me again for round 2!” The Setter boasts.

His teammates laugh at that, making the blonde frown in anger.

“What?! Why ya’ll laughing?!”

“So how will you meet her again? Do you have any contact information like I don’t know, her number maybe?” Barnes asks.

“We WILL meet again! I know she works at the Osaka National hospital! And I know if it’s meant to be, fate will reunite us again!” Atsumu stands his ground.

His teammates begin to laugh even harder, Meian notices all that laughter and scolds all of them to continue their warm-up.

“Scrubs… I will meet her again. Ya’ll just wait and see.” The sandy-blonde mumbles angrily before continuing to stretch his back muscles.

Unfortunately, Atsumu doesn’t see you again for another five months. Practice has been kicking his ass and he even went out to the club where you guys met, but no one has seen you there since last time.

It makes the Setter really sad because he thought he had a real connection with you.

You’re smart, beautiful and you have a great taste in food and anime.

It was just another Thursday evening until it wasn’t.

Atsumu is just showering when Hinata calls out to him.

“Atsumu! Your brother has been calling you five times now! Your phone keeps vibrating.”

He turns off the shower and replies that he will be right there.

Grabbing a towel, he quickly dries himself off, before wrapping it around his waist.

Re-entering the locker rooms, the wet blonde unlocks his phone and can’t even read his brother’s messages, when Osamu calls him again.

Accepting the call, he hears Osamu’s breath and it sounds like he is shaking, like he is having a panic attack.

Atsumu is immediately concerned.

“Samu? What’s wrong? Are ya okay?“

He can hear his twin trying to calm himself down.

“Tsumu…. She’s…. she’s already in labor…. I-it can’t be… w-we still have … two months l-left in the pregnancy….” Osamu manages to stutter out.

His brown eyes widening at his twin’s words, he feels a twist in his stomach.

“I’ll be right there Samu. Gimme 30 minutes. She’ll be fine and yer lil’ rascals will be fine too.” Atsumu tries to calm him down.

“Please hurry Tsumu.” Osamu cries and hangs up.

Atsumu can’t think for a moment, all he can think of right now is to get to the hospital as fast as he can to comfort his brother.

“Miya? Everything alright? You look very pale.” Meian asks, his voice full of concern.

Quickly putting on his clothes, Atsumu manages to explain it shortly.

“My brother’s wife is in early labor, she should have two months left in the pregnancy and Samu’s freaking out and he sounded like he was having a panic attack. I have to go to the hospital. He needs me.”

His teammates all look concerned and sad and wish him good luck and to keep them updated on the situation.

Rushing to get to his car, he starts it immediately and heads toward the hospital that his twin says he is at.

Tires screeching in the parking lot in front of ‘NHO OSAKA NATIONAL HOSPITAL’, Atsumu quickly gets out of his car and almost bursts through the main entrance doors, scaring the doctors and nurses that are working currently.

He quickly makes his way to the information desk and asks frantically where the delivery room is, where a woman with triplets was recently signed in.

The nurse at the desk points him to the direction of the NICU and before Atsumu can thank her, he almost runs towards the unit.

Seeing his raven-haired twin on the floor, with his knees pressed up against his chest, makes Atsumu’s heart ache with pain.

The blonde stops in front of his twin, kneeling down in front of him and saying his name in a whisper.

The ravenette looks up with red puffy eyes, like he has been crying for hours. Osamu’s hair is messy, like he ran his hands through his hair multiple times.

He looks horrible.

“Tsumu..” He croaks out.

Atsumu tries to smile a little bit but fails.

“Hey bro… what happened?”

Osamu sniffles and rubs over his eyes, wiping away incoming tears.

“I-I dunno… One minute I was makin’ us dinner a-and next thing I know, she says she felt a sharp pain in the stomach and she almost collapsed in my arms. I brought her here as quickly as I could… t-the doctors said that she is already in labor…” Osamu stops to look at his twin with pain and more tears in his eyes.

“T-Tsumu I don’t wanna lose her…or our babies…they told me to stay out here… It’s drivin’ me crazy not knowing what’s happenin’ to her.” The owner of Onigiri Miya starts crying again as he frantically wraps his arms around his twin.

The blonde feels his heart break underneath his ribcage and he wraps his arms around his brother, trying to soothe him and calming him down.

“Hey hey. Listen up, she’s gonna be fine, she’s a fighter and if she can put up with ya, she can take on anything. And ya forgot that there’s Miya blood in yer kids, we have fighter genes, it’s in our blood. So yer little troublemakers will be fine too, ya hear me?”

Osamu chuckles a little bit at his brother’s words, making him feel a little bit better already.

Before Osamu or Atsumu can say anything else, a doctor comes out in his surgical uniform and Osamu stands up immediately, followed by Atsumu.

“Miya-san, your wife is okay, so are your children. She’s resting right now. Sometimes early labor happens, it’s not unusual, especially in a triplet pregnancy.” The doctor smiles reassuringly at Osamu.

Osamu feels like passing out any second and Atsumu quickly brings an arm around him, to snap him out of it.

“Hey. They’re all okay ya hear?” Atsumu whispers to him in a comforting manner.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Osamu engulfes the doctor in a hug and the doctor chuckles before letting the new father go.

Osamu steps back and asks if he could see either his wife or his kids.

“Your wife needs rest, she lost some blood, so she is resting but I can get one of the nurses to accompany you to your newborns.” The doctor suggests.

"Yes, please." Osamu nods and asks if his brother can come with him.

“Just be quiet when you enter the room.” The doctor orders before calling out a nurse’s name, that rings a bell in Atsumu’s head.

Walking out of the NICU room, where the babies are in the incubators, you see a black-haired Atsumu and a blonde-haired Atsumu.

Confused at that, you make your way to them nonetheless.

“Are you the father of the triplets?” You ask the black-haired one.

"Yeah, I am. Can I please see them?” The new father almost begs.

“Sure, follow me. One person is only allowed in there though.”

Osamu turns to his brother with pleading eyes.

Atsumu smiles at him in encouragement, telling him to go ahead and see his children already.

Both you and Atsumu stay by the window, to grand Osamu some privacy.

“Twin genes run in the family huh?”

Atsumu chuckles at your remark, still watching his brother from the window.

"Yeah, guess so. Although we never had triplets before in the family, so that’s a first.”

Both of you watch Osamu for a while before Atsumu turns to look at you.

“I uh.. didn’t think I would meet ya again like this. Like in this scenario.” He rubs his neck nervously.

You glance at him from the side with a smile.

“Neither did I. Sorry I didn’t hit you up, work has just kept me really busy. I am happy though that I saw you again. And congratulations on becoming an uncle.”

“Hehe, thanks. Do ya know the genders?” He asks you.

Looking back at the incubators, you chuckle a bit.

“Of course I know, they’re my patients after all. Two boys. One girl. No names yet.”

Atsumu hums at the information, taking the shot of asking you out.

“I hope this isn’t shitty timing but are ya free after yer shift? For… dinner maybe?” He fumbles with his hands nervously as he looks at you.

Your beaming smile and excited eyes make his heart flutter.

“I would love to! I finish at 19:30, just pick me up after I am done.“

The Setter beams at that, beyond happy that he managed to get a date with you and hopefully get a round two, maybe even a round three or four this time.

When you go back inside after one of the monitors starts beeping from an empty medication infusion pump, you step in and exchange the old one with a new one.

While Osamu and Atsumu watch you work, Osamu can’t help but tease his brother, knowing that his family is okay now.

“I can’t believe yer hittin’ on my kids’ nurse. Ya must be pretty desperate for a partner.” Osamu deadpans.

The sliding door to the incubator room stayed open, so Osamu heard everything.

“Shut yer trap!” Atsumu hisses.

“Don’t curse in front of mah kids!” The father hisses back.

“Don’t tell me what ta do!”

“If you’re both not quiet, I’ll kick BOTH of you out of the NICU.” You interfere with a scolding voice as you wrap up one of Osamu’s kids.

“Sorry.” They reply simultaneously.

~ 2 years later ~

“Tsumu, look what Osamu sent me! Your niece and nephews are playing with one of your volleyballs.” You gush at the video that your brother-in-law has sent you a couple of minutes ago.

The blonde stops cutting the onion and walks over to you, wrapping his arms carefully over your pregnant stomach.

Peeking over your shoulder, he rests his head on it while watching the video with amusing eyes.

“They’re cute but not as cute as our kids will be.” Atsumu declares.

Chuckling at your husband’s competitive behavior, you turn off your screen and pad his head affectionately.

“Sure, whatever you say honey.”

“’M serious! He may have three but I will have two! My kids will be stronger and better than his! Their dad is a professional Volleyball player after all! Not to mention that their strength, wittiness and talent will be split in two instead of three.” Your husband brags.

“Don’t use our unborn children as competition tools.” You scold him with a frown.

“But-” The blonde starts.

“Shush. Let me make dinner in peace.“ Ending his competitive personality with your final words, you go back to making Hayashi rice for dinner.

“Whatever ya say baby.“ He presses a final kiss against your temple before letting you go.

You’re so glad that you met Atsumu Miya in your life, all you both needed, was a little bit of love.

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Orange ~

Sana x M Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst(?), Smut (eventually)

WC: 4177

Chapter 2: How did you know?

Reader --

You spend most of your day in the new hospital performing surgeries. The older doctors tried to pass this off as the 'life of a surgeon'. Well it's true that surgeons work on such crazy hours. However, delegating almost all of surgeries to you seemed highly intentional. When you try to somehow work your way out, the doctors will justify it as essential for your career, labelling it as experience. On paper it looked like these seniors are taking care of you but in hindsight, it was clear that they are waiting for you to mess up. Today was no different, you are lined up for two surgeries. Perusing on the case files, you took a sigh of relief. Thankfully these two surgeries are minor ones. You promptly head out to call and meet your OR Team.

You may be new but you already assembled what you think was one of the best OR Teams in the history of the hospital. Well granted you don't know much of the hospital's history, you are quite confident about your idea regardless. That confidence mostly came from you being the surgeon but your co-workers are full of potential of their own. Your first assistant is Park Jun Han, a promising doctor who has just started practicing. He is older than you of course. Your team's scrub is Park Jihyo, a great and accomplished nurse. She is a beauty on her own. Big and deep colored eyes. It's not just her eyes that are big though, an asset too hard to miss if you're looking somewhere else. She's Jun Han's fiancé. A love story deserving their own. Kim Dahyun is the anesthetist, another bright young woman. She has this weird playful energy and has a knack of finding cameras. A talent if you can consider it as one that she discovered when she was pulled as an extra of one drama that was shot on the hospital premises. Lastly, your circulator which also serves as a second assistant on major operations Im Sang Hun. He is a resident. He also has a fraternal twin who is a famous idol Im Nayeon.

-

"Good job everyone," as you finished your last operation for the day. You admit you feel a bit tired. You said your thanks to the team, and asked Doctor Park to oversee the rest of the wrapping up activities. You headed out immediately of the Operating Room towards the waiting family members outside. You told them about the good news and went on your way back to your office. The office was dark and empty. You are once again reminded that you really need a medical secretary. Your paperwork was piling up fast and there is no way to accomplish all of it without any help. So without even stepping inside your office, you headed to the HR.

Inside the HR office, you saw this familiar face, Yoo Jeongyeon. She was a friend back in your short high school venture, and still a good friend now even you did not see each other for a very long time. "Do you have the final list of the applicants, Jeongyeon-ah?" You are tired so the words that came out of your mouth have somewhat of a rude tone. "If you just listened to my advice to have this position tagged as urgent, you should have your secretary by now." You noticed she rolled her eyes. She went on having her best impression of you when you told her you want the best so tagging it as urgent will just compromise the search. Clearly she was not having anything of the excuses you are going to say. Realizing there is no use to press on, you smiled. "I'm sorry if I sounded rude, I'm tired and famished". She looked at you amused.

"Are you saying that to help speed up the process?"

"I'm serious, Ms. Yoo."

"Whatever!"

There was a moment of silence. Then she sighed and laughed unable to hold back her put on cold face.

"I have the shortlisted applicants here. I'll send them to you so that you can pick candidates to be interviewed. Once done with that, let me know."

"I can look at them here."

"I'll just email it Doc, grab yourself something to eat first. You looked famished I agree."

She was right, it is better to grab a bite first.

-

Back in your office, you opened your computer to check on the list of candidates. Sure enough, the email from Jeongyeon is already sitting on your inbox. There were five resumes attached along with the email body that contains the basic information and summary of the candidates. Seems like Jeongyeon really want to have this thing done quickly and you are quite thankful for it. Scanning the list, one name stood out the most to you.

"Minatozaki Sana?"

You are sure you have heard that name before. Nope, you have read it. It was on one of the identification cards of the orange haired stranger you met. You clicked and open her resume and there it was, the face you could not forget. "What a small world." You knew you have found your secretary. You were that sure that you did not bother checking the other candidates. The others maybe more competent, more suitable for all you know but it doesn't matter. You do not believe in the stories of fate and all its drama. However, this one seem right. You may not be able to explain it. You may not able to understand it, but it felt just right. You quickly dialed Jeong's number.

"Can you please call Ms. Minatozaki Sana if she will be available for an interview?"

Your conversation turned into a quick argument. Jeongyeon was expecting that you have multiple picks to be interviewed. This was obviously for options in case your first candidate did not live to the expectations. But you somehow convinced Jeongyeon. She was at the end of her shift but she promised to call so she can schedule an interview as early as tomorrow and again you thanked her for it. Right after the call ended, your phone buzzed because of a text message.

[Tzuyu has sent a message]

'Oppa, it’s raining outside. Do you want me to pick you up?'

You looked outside and saw the heavy rain. Lightning can also be seen every now and then. You hurriedly type in a reply, struggling because of your shaking fingers.

[You]

'Yes please. Thanks!'

Sana --

Days have already past ever since that drunken incident yet Sana still could not take her head out of it. She put her chopsticks on top of the bowl of ramen she is currently consuming. She slapped her face with both of her hands to help turn off the said thoughts. She has more pressing concerns that she needs to solve. See Sana was working on the convenience store her landlady owns. She was living without rent as payment for her services. Her landlady is an old grumpy woman, but somehow she has a soft spot for the Japanese. She always invites Sana to eat with her and of course Sana obliged. Sana felt embarrassment and guilt obviously, she does not want to take advantage of the hospitality but it's free food. And we all know what free food means to those who are struggling. Besides, the old lady is genuinely happy having Sana around accompanying her in the dining table. Still Sana needs to find a proper work fast; she needs to be self-sufficient. Letting out a sigh, she turned her attention again to the computer to try and apply to any kind of work she thought she can do.

It has been days since she submitted her resume to that Medical secretary position. Admittedly, she felt confident that she will get at least to an interview but given the state of things, she thought it was as good as rejected. She heaved another heavy sigh and picked up the bowl of lukewarm ramen. She emptied the contents to her mouth when suddenly her phone rang. Flustered to the current situation, she struggled to chew and swallow at the same time. After she accomplished what seemingly an almost impossible task, she picked up her phone. In reality, Sana did not swallow it all completely and choked on the last bit of noodles. She was unfortunately coughing while the call was getting started. She heard a laugh on the other end and Sana sheepishly apologized. The other woman on the call quickly cleared her throat and snapped back to a professional tone.

'Hello good afternoon! This is Jeongyeon from Seoul National University Hospital. May I speak with Ms. Sana?'

"Yes, speaking." Her focus only on the call given the origins of it.

'Thank you. Hello Ms. Sana, this is regarding your application for a Medical Secretary position. Can you make it for an interview tomorrow at 9 AM?'

Sana could not believe hearing application and interview on the same sentence.

'Hello Ms. Sana, you're still there?'

The Japanese did not notice that she zoned out.

"Yes, I would be glad to come. Thank you!"

The call wrapped up with a couple of thank yous from both ends and the instructions of what to do when reaching the hospital. Sana was still shocked about what transpired but it was a very welcome news. It was too good to be true even. She knew it was just an interview but compared to her last applications it was a very big improvement. Granted it is on a medical field so she has this reservation inside of her, but she convinced herself it’s the best opportunity. It will be another big mistake if she will let it go. She rose up and started preparing. She explored her wardrobe and hunt for something to wear. Once her pick was settled, she started to prepare mentally. In the mix of anxiousness and anticipation, she knew it’s going to be a long night.

-

Morning came faster than Sana hoped it would. As expected, she woke up late because she was not able to sleep early last night. She only has 15 minutes. She was already on the train, and today the train seems to be moving slower than usual, or at least she thought it was. She was wearing a simple gray blazer with a matching pants. She looked accurately dressed for an interview, except for her bright orange hair which really attracts attention. Five minutes later, the train halted at her destined stop so she dashed out towards the hospital. Sana was clearly running out of time. By the time she reached the information desk, she was trying her hardest to catch her breath while trying to converse her purpose. After a phone call made by the attendant, Sana was instructed to go to the third floor where your office resides, Sana was handed a card with your name written on it. Sana did not even bother to check the card. She thought the heavens are playing with her. She barely has enough time to climb up the third floor let alone finding the office. Completely out of choice, she began sprinting again.

It was 2 minutes past 9 when Sana reached the third floor. Unfortunately, her battle was not over yet. She saw a nurse walking towards her direction. "Nurse-nim, can you please help me? I am looking for Doctor.." Sana finally checked the card to know her interviewer's name. She froze. She was sure the heavens are playing with her now. "You're looking for Doctor who?" The nurse asked snapping Sana out of her delirium. "Doctor (LN)." Her volume was barely audible like she completely forgotten how to speak. The nurse was quite taken aback. "You're applying for the Medical Secretary position?" Sana nodded as she read the name on the nurse's uniform. Park Jihyo. Jihyo quickly grabbed Sana's wrist and dragged her towards your office. Both girls stopped at the door. Sana could clearly read your name on the sign outside.

"You're late right? I guess you're in for quite a show. Doc (YN) has had a rough morning."

Sana was scared of Jihyo's warning. She could not discern if Jihyo was concerned or entertained. However, there is no turning back now. Sana bowed and said thanks to the nurse, and open the door to heaven, or hell.

Reader --

It's not news to you that people around you describe you as cold. As a matter of fact, you embrace it because it is one of the most effective ways for people to leave you alone. Although, to those guys who have seen beyond that cold front you are professional and easy to work with. If you look past the cold stares and lack of smiles that is. However, this morning, you are in a really bad mood. It was not the call at dawn that ticked you. You are fine being awakened despite just having fallen asleep after the rain finally stopped. You pay no mind rushing to the hospital in the very early hours of that morning. It was for a life. You would do anything to save it. What infuriated you was the lack of care of the attending surgeon. You took over the operation, having to work with the team you are not familiar with. The status of the operation left by the relieved doctor was a mess in and of itself. Amazingly by pure skill and not luck, you were able to save the patient. After the whole ordeal, you went to talk to the doctor. You expected to be thanked but you got barked instead. Still playing tough even if you in a way saved his career. The operation was almost done when all of the crew arrived. They were informed but was just put on standby if there's a need to come to the hospital. Still they all chose to come but unfortunately or perhaps fortunately they were not needed. All of them knew you are not on the best of moods so they decided to leave you alone.

It was already a quarter past 8 in the morning when you had a chance to sit on your office. Exhausted due to the lack of sleep, you involuntarily closed your eyes. Your cellphone rang. You grabbed your phone and you were clearly contemplating if you will answer it or not. In the end, you did. You answered without even looking at your phone to know who was calling. "Are you getting ready for the interview?" Jeongyeon asked. You immediately straighten yourself up. "Is it today?" You did not notice that you sound excited. Jeongyeon noticed though.

"Excited are we? You don’t have to wait long. It's scheduled at nine remember?"

Quite surprised you snapped back.

"Shut up! And thanks Jeongyeon-ah."

The call ended leaving you wondering if you really did get excited. Why would you be excited? True, you felt a little lighter compared to your mood earlier but excitement is as farfetched as it can go. Is it the idea of meeting her again that excites you? Probably not. Perhaps it's the thought of you finally having a secretary. Yes, that sounds about right and you decided to stick with it. You checked the clock, it was 9:05 AM already and your potential secretary has not arrived yet. You can tolerate quite a lot of things but being late is something that irks you. If you felt lighter a couple of minutes ago, well now you feel twice as heavy at the very moment. You were really strict about time because time can be the difference if a patient can survive or not. It was not until another 2 minutes that the door finally swung open. Your eyebrows raised, this girl has not only been late but she also somehow did not know how to knock stoking your irritation further. Sana was on a hurry stepping inside your office and when your eyes met, she fumbled and her left shoe came off. You immediately stopped yourself from laughing, and masterfully maintained a straight face. Your mood lightened up like a Christmas tree and you don't even know why. She bowed her head and greeted you good morning leaving her shoe still off.

"Please take a seat." As you gestured and pointed to the vacant chair. Sana bowed and fetched her shoe in one fluid motion. She took her seat right after. When you were sure that she was comfortably seated, you opened her resume on your computer. You saw her attentively looking at your every move when you took a quick glance. She really has a positive vibe, and it was infecting you. Maybe it was her orange hair.

"So what is the daughter of one of the owners to one the biggest hospitals of Japan doing in Seoul?" You calmly threw your first question. Her eyes were fixed into yours as she struggled to find an answer. Somehow she settled for a question as her official reply.

"How did you know?" Her voice was shaky.

"I guess every one studying medicine has got to come across your name. The trifecta of Japan's prestige hospital. The Hirais, the Myouis, and the Minatozakis. Is it not?" Sana was quite surprised and you clearly observed it as she tried to organize her thoughts. You however did not wait for a reply.

"Well I suppose that's personal. Let's se-"

"I want to make it with just myself." Sana interrupted you mid-sentence. Her face lit up like she thought it was the cleverest thing as an answer.

"That does not explain why you stopped your Medical education though. You are almost done attending medical school, you could have just completed that and try your residency somewhere else if you don't want it in your hospital." You looked at her inquisitively. You saw her purse her lips and her shoulders fall.

"I don't think I have any more questions Ms. Minatozaki."

She nodded her head after she composed herself. "I appreciate the opportunity Doctor (LN), and I would like to personally thank you for what happened. I am sorry I was not able to do it that very day. To be honest I planned to bring a small token of gratitude but unfortunately I got really pressed of time this morning. I hope I can give it to you the next time we see each other again." There was a hint of sadness and disappointment along her lines.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." You said to her without even looking at her.

"And Ms. Sana, I hate late people."

You expected something to happen. Movement or noise, but there was none. You finally looked up again to check and saw her frozen there. You looked at her without saying anything, waiting for her. In what felt like forever she eventually had the words to ask. "Am I hired?"

"You're clumsy. Don't tell me you're also slow. Step outside my office miss before I change my mind."

Her eyes were sparkling and she was very giddy going out. As your door closed, you heard a shout of joy. You could not stop yourself from smiling. You are very pleased with your decision.

Sana --

A big and loud yes echoed in the hospital hall as Sana lets out a shout. She immediately straightened herself after realizing someone saw her celebration. It was awkward to say the least. The girl who watched the whole scene smiled widely. "I guess I am meeting Doc (YN)'s secretary. Miss?" Kim Dahyun extended her arms for a handshake. Sana answered her with her name while returning the gesture.

"I am quite surprised you got hired Ms. Sana given Doc's morning."

"Please just call me Sana, Doctor Kim. And I guess I was just lucky." Sana read the name in the doctor's coat.

"Call me Dahyun please. I really don't like being called a doctor. I feel like I'm being put on the same level to Doc (YN) and his wizardry as a doctor. I am just an anesthesiologist."

"But surgeons could not do their operations without your help Doc."

"Yeah maybe your right, but I still don't to be called Doctor. And besides we should be friends if we're working under Doc (YN)."

Sana was not aware of your reputation in the hospital so she was curious. She also hinted a sense of fear coming from Jihyo when the nurse talked about you earlier.

"Is Doc (LN) scary?"

Dahyun tilted her head. Surprised with Sana's question.

"Did you not experienced it first hand? Jihyo-unnie told me you are a bit late and given what happened this morning, I thought it's a sure fire recipe for disaster."

Sana shook her head and told Dahyun about what happened but leaving out the details of her being a daughter of a hospital owner. Sana and Dahyun talked for a couple more minutes as the doctor asked about when Sana would start, and the thought of introducing you the OR Team. She also did not fail to ask Sana about her orange hair. Finally, Dahyun excused herself and the two went on their separate ways. As Sana was about to leave the hospital, she decided that now is the perfect time to get the gift. This way Sana can give the gift to you on her first day. However, she did not have any of what to get. She dialed a friend's number hoping her friend can provide answer.

'Hello Sana-unnie?'

"Chaeyoung-ahh, can you please help me? I'm trying to get someone a thank you gift. I don't know what to buy." Sana's cute antics can be heard across the phone.

'Are you dating someone Unnie?'

"What? No! It's just a thank you gift!"

'Why are you calling me Unnie? I'm busy preparing for my art exhibit. And besides I don't think I am much of a help.'

"Please Chaeyoung-ah, you're my only friend here remember?"

Chae could not resist her friend's charms. She advised Sana to get something simple and can be used daily. That it was not the price of the item but the thought of it. Sana thought what Chae was saying was right and was ultimately able to make a decision. She thanked her friend and ended the call. Sana found herself in a shop of a men's brand half an hour later. She bought a set of handkerchiefs. It's the first thing that came to her mind upon hearing her friend's advice. She spent quite a bit of her saved up money but she was happy. Sana thought that she is gonna earn it back if she does good with her new found job. She took the train back to her apartment. Her mind wandered about the interview, on the question of how you knew that piece of information about her. On how cool you were conducting the interview. Manly, mysterious and bright. She immediately stopped herself realizing what she did. "What are you doing Sana? You cannot have these kind of thoughts on your boss. You cannot have a crush on him day one," she was saying it mentally while she covered her face. She spent the entire trip home trying to suppress the thoughts of you on Sana's mind. She may be able to take control of these thoughts now but there was one thing she could not deny. Sana has never been excited for tomorrow like now in her whole life.

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In a hospital in Japan.

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"Mr. Minatozaki, I have news regarding your daughter." The man proceeded to report to Sana's father.

"That stubborn girl. I let her go to Korea expecting to run back the first sign of struggle. Now you're telling me she managed to get a job? She has not only brought disgrace to my name but also still continuing to disobey me. I am going to drag her back to Japan if I have to!"

"Honey, she ran off because she does not want to be part of an arranged marriage." Sana's mother defended her.

"You are still tolerating her? I just want a good future for her. It was an opportunity to have the two names as one family and what did she do?"

"That's already done. The Hirai family has already called off the wedding. Besides it seems the Myoui and the Hirai family will not be joined as well after Mina announced she was secretly in a relationship with a book author."

Sana's father was still completely upset. Somehow he still could not accept the fact that her daughter ran away after he presented her with a huge opportunity.

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A/N: Chapter 2 was completed earlier as expected. As a huge ONCE, I could not resist putting all Twice members. And I would like to assume I was the author that Mina was in a relationship with. I noticed a couple of grammar errors on the first chapter and I would not be surprised that you will find one here even after a couple of tries me proofreading it. As always, I thank you for taking the time to read. I'll see you on the next one.

PS. I apologize for the bad photoshop work of Sana's hair :D

#fanfic #fanfiction #celebrities #love story #twice #twice sana #minatozaki sana #fluff #angst #sana x reader #smut #twice smut

[thegeminisage]

ok, i feel i must make a wrap-up post to the jane eyre experience for those who were interested.

jane herself is one of my favorite female protagonists ever. she's so straightforward and blunt in a way even women today aren't always allowed to be and she's so true to herself even when she's homeless and starving or when she's being abused (except in the case of st john but i'm getting to that)

i liked most of the side characters who weren't being dicks to jane. rip helen burns i'll remember you forever.

actually, most of jane's relationships with women seemed more interesting than her relationship with men. im out here truthing for gay jane <3 say nothing about diana please that was NOT my fault

for all of her suffering, almost everyone who was ever horrible to jane got theirs in the end. so that was nice.

references to 🖖

the sections with the wife wandering the house at night were legitimately terrifying. like, to me, almost 200 years later, with all of my lights on. holy shit. context has been given to me also about the plot twist being that it's NOT a ghost but just a regular human person being pretty shocking at the time so i also think that's clever

some of the details don't quite click with um 2024 sensibilities. for example, "st john is such a good person going to india to be a missionary and even being willing to die over there" i think he should have died faster and i hope they dumped his body in a garbage heap. also, i was under the impression rochester was keeping a WHITE woman in his attic. like keeping any woman in your attic is bad but COME ON. and finally, there was this really pervasive belief throughout the book that you could glean someone's personality and intelligence etc through their physical features. it was talked about almost as if it was a science, but all it basically amounts to is "beautiful people are Better." ok.jpg

i don't. super feel like rochester was redeemed in the end? i guess i got spoiled by p&p but even though rochester SUFFERED and was PUNISHED he didn't CHANGE. i still don't think he's worthy of jane, and so the ending where she's just his caretaker forever now...i'm glad she's happy but i am a little baffled

i also felt a little baffled by jane letting st john walk all over her there near the end when she had Firmly established earlier she was not that kind of person. she was willing to starve to death rather than compromise her morals even though she really loved rochester, so why on earth did she almost let herself get bullied into a loveless marriage with her own cousin?

THAT SAID, i do like the reading of "well because of how it was she has to get married and rochester gives her the greatest degree of freedom because she has him well-tamed." that's very true.

i think everyone promised me too hard that the end of the book was gonna be good and make the rest of the book worth it because i had built it up in my head to...being a little More somehow. i thought the money was the big break and then it just made her more miserable until she went back to rochester because of ??? supernatural and/or religious reason. i don't think that ending magically fixes everything

i also think that if i go back and rewatch the movie, which i do plan on doing, it might sell me on the jane/rochester romance more, because actors are good at having charisma and making their characters enjoyable to watch on a screen. i think i never quite understood what jane saw in him, but if i could see it, i would be happier about their reunion

i'm still glad i read the book and got to know jane whether the movie fixes it for me or not. she's really one of the best female protags. i remember thinking a few times in the novel lizzy bennet would never have survived some of the stuff jane eyre did...on the other hand, darcy is ten times the man rochester is lol. crossover fic with darcy/jane..............?

anyway, i will make another post when i eventually get around to the movie. hope it fixes me 🤞🤞🤞

#personal #jane eyre blogging #im scheduling this to go up later when ppl are awake

[hongjoongland]

~ 🏵️ COMFORT. PLACE~ |K. HJ. FLUFF|¬

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genre:fluff&cinginess

pairing: kim×hongjoong&fem.reader××

warnings: none...just a lot fluff that'll melt ur heart<3

A/n: This is my first fiction. Hope you'll like that. This one is for those days when you dont feel most confident and happy... Love y'all<3*

A song:

I don't know what happened to me... just a few hours ago i was so happy and was dancing around the house but after seeing on tiktok those girl that look so beautiful it made me feel so sad...

I tought about it that much that my anxiety kicked in and the only thing that i needed to do was to cry. I cried my eyes out. I felt so... Empty so worthless i just felt like nothing. So i stoop up from the sofa and went to our room. And by our room i meant I have a fiancé. And he proposed to me like 2 months ago but thats another story. He is a producer and a songwriter. He also has a group that he produces and makes song with. He usually comes home latelly. Really overworked and sleepy. But altrough he is tired he always gives me attention. Always stays up with me to watch film together or smth. He never misses our anniversary NEVER. Hes the most caring boyfriend i've ever had. Im so thankful for him. He always made me feel so safe a d comfortable. Hes my comfort place.

Time passed by and i was showering because i felt like shit and i felt the need to wash my self up but uselessly i kept feeling the same way. I started to cry while i was showering. I stepped out of shower and dried myself up. I stood infront of a big mirror that we have in bathroom (dont ask me why is there a big ass mirror in a bathroom thx<3) and look in it. i was looking at all my inperfecions and those bad spots on my body. I was fat, have alot of strech mark all over my tights and on my belly, arms. Plus there is a lot of hair everywhere...

"I hate myself" as i started tearing up again. I started to dress up and then I went downstairs to find some kind of food that I'll be eating to cushion the pain.

It was really late and I was just watching some shows on Netflix when I heard someone opening the front door and it was my fiancé. He came in all sleepy with no signs of life. I guess it was a hard day for him too. But he immadientally changed his mood when he saw you laying on the couch. He was all happy and he just went straight into ur arms.

"Hi baby, how was ur day?" I asked him . He was laying now comfortably in ur arms breathing ur scent " hmmm could be better. It was hard day but now I'm happy that I see you and that I'm with you." he said calmly. "what about you hun?" " Well..." you said as you breathed out heavily. "Something didn't went right. Right?" He looked in ur eyes like he already knew the truth. He knows you very well. "Well... hongjoong you know me very well..and I gotta ask you one thing. Do you really think I'm pretty ?" You said unsurelly cause you knew that he will get mad, and thats not good thing. " Babe how many times do I have to tell you this? If ur not gonna get it then I'm gonna repeat myself on and on again. YOU.ARE.SO.DAMN.BEAUTIFUL.! No one is more beautiful like you no one. If I got a challenge where they ask me to choose between you or other women I would always choose YOU ! BECAUSE I LOVE ONLY YOU . babe don't go on any diet or anything because I can't imagine a kilogram of you body going away. I love your body I love your stretch marks I love all your perfect imperfections. You're my aphrodite. You're just as goddess as her. that's the only woman I can compare you to. Don't ever think about your body in this way, because people don't actually understand how much beautiful are you. Okay? And if it's not gonna work on you either...then imma have to punish you.This is your last warning "

"okay captain. Thank you for being here with me. What did I do in my past life to deserve you. I think I was Jesus " at this statement both of you were laughing. " Now my beautiful Rose, I think we should go to sleep it's very late" He said as he kissed your head and then your nose and as he slowly got up he kissed your hand and lift you up in bridal style to carries you to yall shared bed to sleep.

The rest of the night he was making sure he held you really close to him. He is really your ❤️comfort place💞

A/N: thank you for reading I Hope you enjoyed. And don't forget to love yourself❤️ Also Im taking any recommendations. So if you got something help me out please. 🙏 XOXO❤️

#hongjoong fluff #hongjoong #kim hongjoong #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #fluffateez #ateez fluff #ateez ff #boyfriendhj #Spotify

[idy-ll-ique]

A Day Well-Spent

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: It's like... fluff to the extreme

Warnings: mention of guns

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N has just moved to Brooklyn and doesn't know how things are there. Bucky Barnes runs things around Brooklyn but what happens when they meet? Will she run away or will she still shoot her shot?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, first of all, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH. also i think im obsessed with mob fics????? chile anyways so... enjoy!

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"Ready to go, sweetie?"

"You know it, babe," Y/N grinned at her friend, Clarice. The two, on their way to work, had stopped by a coffee shop for their daily dose of caffeine. As they walked out of the café, Clarice turned to Y/N. "Finish your story! What did Brad say to you after that?!" Clarice reminded her and Y/N giggled.

"Oh, he was just too sweet! But not my type, ya know what I mean? I didn't know how to turn him down," she sighed. "Poor guy. If he had approached me…" Y/N lightly shoved her friend. "I have his number, should I pass it on?" Clarice turned to Y/N, wide eyed. "Darling, you're too good to me," she spoke with a strong Brooklyn accent.

Y/N burst out laughing. She had moved from another part of the country to Brooklyn for education; along with attending college, she was also working as a waitress at a nice little restaurant. That was how she met Clarice, her being another waitress at said restaurant. The two became fast friends.

Clarice was a few years older than Y/N, a single mother with a 4 year old son. Her son was extremely cute. As Y/N continued laughing, she didn't notice how her friend stopped in her tracks. Clarice was busy staring at the huge hunk of a man a few feet ahead of Y/N, standing in the middle of the pavement with his phone held to his ear, his back to them.

Bucky Barnes.

That man was James Buchanan Barnes, the King of Brooklyn. He ran the whole damn city along with his mob; very important and influential. On top of that? He was hot-headed, easily got angry and people knew what happened when he got angry. Except Y/N. Y/N didn't even know who he was.

As Y/N neared Bucky, still laughing for some reason, Clarice thought of calling out to her. And alert him of their presence? No way! "Clarice, you know I love it when you do your acc—" All of a sudden, Y/N collided into a soft wall, spilling her coffee all over it. Opening her eyes, she found out that it was no wall; instead, she had collided straight into a person.

And drenched his back with coffee.

He was wearing what looked like a very expensive suit and Y/N immediately felt guilty. "Oh my goodness, I'm so fucking sorry!" she blurted out as Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear, turning to look at her. His men, who were loitering around, had her surrounded as they pointed their guns at her. But she didn't notice.

She was busy staring at Bucky, her jaw slightly dropped. Hot damn, he is good looking, she thought to herself. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she snapped out of a daydream. He had a stern expression on his face and she realized she messed up. He's someone important. Then she started apologizing profusely.

Bucky simply stared at her, taking in her features as he gave her a once-over. She's new, he realized, not from Brooklyn. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he chuckled and she immediately shut up, offering him a timid smile. "I really am sorry, I feel like a total ass. That suit looks expensive, sir, is there any way I can help? Maybe pay for dry cleaning?"

"Do you know who I am?" he instead asked and her brows furrowed. "Oh Lord, am I supposed to know?! One mess up after another…" she grumbled and Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. My name is Bucky Barnes, you may call me Bucky." At this point, even his men were surprised, lowering their guns.

Clarice was still standing there and one of the men caught her eye. He nodded his head towards Y/N and Clarice gave him an unsure smile. He sauntered over to her. "She's with you?" he asked and Clarice groaned, dropping her head. "She's new to Brooklyn, and has no idea who he is. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."

The man smiled at her. "No worries, looks like the boss isn't gonna hurt her. I'm Sam, by the way." Clarice gave him a shy smile. Sam was also very good-looking. "I'm Clarice, nice to meet you." Better to remain on the good side of the mob. Back to Y/N and Bucky… "Bucky, that's a good name. Short for anything?"

He ran a hand through his hair, grinning. It had been years, years since someone outside of the mob had spoken to him so freely and without fear. It felt nice and refreshing, even more so because Y/N was super gorgeous. "James Buchanan Barnes." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Named after a president, huh?"

"You making fun of my name now, doll?" he smirked slyly. "Oh no no, I wouldn't dare," she flirted easily, "My name is Y/N. I still feel bad about ruining your suit, you won't even take the money…" Bucky waved her off. "First, Y/N is a wonderful name. Second, you don't need to worry your pretty head over me, this suit can easily be replaced."

"Then how about this? A coffee. My treat. It'll make me feel better," she insisted. Bucky raised a quick brow, thinking that he would be the one to ask her out but oh well, this works too. "Let's call it a date, shall we?" he purred, taking a step closer to her. She didn't back off. "If you'd like," she grinned up at him.

He couldn't help but grin back. "Excellent. Then how about you put your number in my phone and I pick you up next Sunday at 7 pm?" He thrust his phone into her hand and Y/N swore she heard someone gasping in the background. Bucky Barnes was a very private person but here he was now; handing his phone to a stranger.

She quickly put her number in his phone and handed it back, smiling. "I'll await your call." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I have to go now, so I'll see you later. Say hello to your friend from my side. Sam! Stop flirting, man, we gotta go!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see his friend flirting with Clarice.

She laughed and turned back to Bucky, who was already looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. "I'll see you next Sunday, Mr Barnes. Again, sorry for the suit!" He waved his arm in dismissal and got into the car, throwing her one last blowing kiss before zooming off. Y/N walked back to Clarice, who was staring at her, jaw dropped.

"I know the hell you didn't just do that."

"Did I do something wrong?" Y/N frowned. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin bloomed on Clarice's face. "Do you even know who you're going to go on a date with next Sunday?!" Y/N blinked. "Is he someone important?" Clarice made a sound of indignation. "Important? Bitch, he's the Kingpin! The King of Brooklyn! A mob boss!"

Y/N's eyes went wide. "No way," she scoffed. "Yes way! Ask anyone! He runs things around here, babe. It was fun to see him all soft, though, he's kinda hot-headed and hard to impress. Even women stay away from him. And now you two are going on a date?! If this relationship does not end in a marriage I'm suing."

Y/N flushed slightly and punched Clarice on the shoulder. "Clair, we haven't even gone on one date." Clarice shrugged. "A girl can dream. Oh, your children will be the most beautiful! Did you see his right hand man, though?! Mamma mia! Said his name was Sam Wilson, I got his number!" The two reached their workplace.

Inside Bucky's car, he was still smiling, lost in thoughts. "So, that chick, huh," Sam spoke devilishly from the driver's seat. Bucky looked at him. "That's no way to talk about the future Mrs Barnes," he admonished and Sam chortled. "Dude, you haven't been on even one date! Slow down, chicks don't like dudes who plan out a marriage on the first date."

"But I know I'm right, so why shouldn't I plan?" Bucky shrugged. He was more than confident that Y/N was going to become his in the future. The way she looked at him, spoke to him, flirted with him… it was enough for him to become smitten with her at the first glance. "What about you and her friend, huh?"

It was Sam's turn to become flustered. "Clarice Light. Has a 4-year old son, Aaron." Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "A mother. Well-maintained looks," he commented, laughing when Sam punched him on the shoulder. "Why don't you think about your own chick and leave mine alone?"

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Y/N frantically smoothed out her dress, checking herself in the mirror. She wore a beautiful, nude coloured bandage dress that reached mid-thigh, along with similar coloured heels. Bucky was coming to pick her up in 5 minutes. Even after finding out who he was she didn't back away, instead finding it empowering that the most important man in Brooklyn wanted to take her out on a date.

All of a sudden the bell rang, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. The first thing she saw upon opening the door was a huge bouquet of red roses right in front of someone's face. He then moved the bouquet to reveal his face and Y/N smiled broadly. "Bucky!" He grinned back at her. "Hi, doll! Here, an extraordinary bouquet for an equally extraordinary woman."

"You're too flattering. These roses smell amazing, thank you so much." She took the bouquet from his hands and kept it away, stepping out of the house. Bucky offered her his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her out of the building and towards an audacious, ridiculously expensive looking car.

"Everything about you is lavish, huh?" she teased as he ushered her into the passenger seat, sitting next to her. "Bad to have a taste for the finer things in life?" he teased right back, placing his hand on her thigh as the other gripped the steering wheel. "No, I mean, you are the Kingpin. I should expect luxury."

He glanced at her to see her grinning at him. "You found out?" She nodded. "Yup, Clarice told me as soon as you left. I don't mind though, I'm just wondering… why me?" He laughed. "Why you? Sweetheart, you are the first person aside from Sam who has talked to me so freely since… since I was 18. And you're gorgeous. So why not?"

"Again, with the flattery…"

"Just stating facts, my dear."

"Also, my friend has a crush on Sam, so do tell him to ask her out." Bucky laughed harder. It had been years since he'd enjoyed himself so much. "Really? He has a crush on her too! I guess I'll tell him tomorrow." Y/N looked out of the window. "Where are we going?" Bucky gently squeezed her thigh. It was clear he wasn't taking her to a café, like originally planned.

"A picnic in the park." Y/N's eyes lit up. "I love picnics!" she squealed. "Then I guess I made a good choice," Bucky chortled along. The two soon reached the park and Bucky got out of the car first, holding the door open for Y/N to step out. "A gentleman," she noted, making him grin. He then took out the picnic basket from the backseat.

Y/N laid out the classic pink and white checkered blanket that he had brought along, taking off her heels before sitting down. "Ugh, I'd have worn pants if I knew I was going to be sitting on the ground," she groaned as she somehow sat down, adjusting her dress.

"You look gorgeous in that dress though," Bucky commented, "But you don't need to worry about public indecency because it's just you and me in the park." Y/N blinked at him as he sat down, opening the basket and taking out food. "Just us? You booked the whole park?" Bucky smirked at her. "It's easy when you run things around here."

Y/N fondly shook her head. "So much effort." He winked at her. "All for you, doll, all for you." The two maintained a chat as they ate. "So, you're new here. Why did you move to Brooklyn?" Bucky asked her. "Education. I go to [Name] college, actually, and work part-time as a waitress for some additional income," she hummed. He nodded thoughtfully.

"What about you? Is the mob a family business or a start-up?" Bucky smiled at her boldness. "Family business, my dad used to run it before me. I was 16 when I took over." Y/N realized what must've happened and gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry for your loss." Bucky returned the smile. "It's fine, he was no saint."

"No?"

"Yup, hated him actually. Used to be cruel to my mom, to me too… until he got shot. Best day of my life." Y/N gasped quietly. "Bucky! He was your father!" Bucky chuckled mercilessly. "An asshole is what he was. Geez, speaking of, my mom is gonna be so happy."

"What's her name?" Y/N took a bite of her sandwich. "Winifred. She's awesome, raised me and my sister alone, ya know? Dad was always too busy. My mom will like you, I can tell. And so will my sister." Y/N smiled at that. "A sister?" He nodded, excited to talk about his family.

"Rebecca Barnes. She's a few years younger than me, maybe your age. She goes to your college too." Y/N suddenly squealed. "You mean to tell me my best friend from college is your sister? Rebecca Barnes?!" Bucky smiled so wide he thought his cheeks were gonna tear. "You've met her?" Y/N vehemently nodded.

"She's really great, the only person kind enough to introduce herself on the first day I moved in. She was the one who showed me around campus and I found out that she mostly spent time alone because no one wanted to talk to her, her brother being involved with the bad side of law or something. But I didn't care. I still don't. She's awesome, you're awesome."

Bucky felt himself tear up at her words. "Doll, you have no idea how much that means to me." Y/N grinned at him, scooting sideways so she could lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm serious, you know. I can't wait to tell her about this." Bucky laughed in a watery tone, pressing his lips to her temple.

The two quietly ate after that. When the food was over both of them lay down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky. "It's so beautiful," Y/N whispered, cuddling into Bucky's side as she stared at the gibbous moon. Bucky wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"It's nothing compared to you."

Y/N laughed quietly and looked up, the same time he looked down. They met each other halfway; their lips connecting softly yet eagerly. Lost in the kiss Bucky sat up, pulling Y/N on his lap as they continued making out. Finally, after what felt like hours did they pull away, breathless. They said nothing; Bucky looked at her as if she hung the moon.

Y/N stared at him as if he were the only thing in the world. "So, when will I get a second date?" she broke the silence, leaning down to press her forehead to his. "Oh, doll, you're not getting rid of me any time soon," he shot back, laughing. Y/N giggled along and stood up.

Both of them packed their things and got into the car, Bucky offering to drive her home since it was late. So I guess it had been hours. As Bucky drove, Y/N's phone chimed. He glanced at her when she laughed. "What's so funny?" Y/N wheezed before answering.

"I've got two texts. One from Becca and one from Clarice."

Bucky couldn't stop his chuckle. "What did Becca say?" Y/N read out, "Girl, just heard you're on a date with my bro? And I— I swear if you don't become my sister in law, I'm suing." Laughter filled the car. "She really said that?" Y/N nodded. "Yup! Even Clarice, on the day we met, said the same thing! It's nuts. We just met and they're already planning a wedding."

"Speaking of, what was Clarice's message?"

"Oh nothing, just that she got back home from a date with Sam a few minutes ago."

"What?!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"That asshole had work today!"

"Bucky!"

All in all, it was a day well-spent.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan characters #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

[mcu1shots]

could you please make me a tony xplus size reader story and getting proposed to but telling him no because she's insecure about her body and him seeing it? it would mean alot im in a dark spot right now.

Of course! Here you go, I hope you enjoy and feel better soon!

Notes/Warnings: insecurity, self doubt, mentions of being a playboy, implications of body negativity, fluff, angst, Plus Sized!Reader

Word Count: 2,351

Nothing More Perfect (Tony Stark x Reader)

Of all the things you had heard about Tony Stark you had never imagined him to be quite the way that he was. He had always presented himself as the playboy billionaire, hosting large parties and being seen with many women. It was always all over the front page of every gossip magazine who Tony’s woman of the week was, it almost had become a game at one point of which celebrity or model would be the next one to fall to his charms. But everything changed a short time ago after the attack on New York.

Everyone had seen how Tony flew directly into the portal that led to… well, perhaps only the man himself knew the answer to that. Ever since then he had become… different. Parties hosted in his honour were still as rowdy as ever, but the inventor himself was barely there for a few minutes, enough time to enjoy a couple of the drinks being served, before he disappeared for the evening. Gossip columnists no doubt mourned for the stories that they used to have from him, for no longer did he have his classic ‘woman of the week’ but he was barely seen to be forming connections with anyone. That is, until someone sent in a picture of Tony with a woman.

That woman was you. It had been around two years ago now when the press found out about you, and all it had taken was someone’s untimely photo of him kissing you goodnight in the hallway of your apartment complex. Before that you had always been very careful not to tell anyone but your close friends about your relationship but, Tony being Tony, insisted that he had to kiss you one last time before your night together ended. And who were you to try to resist that?

The gossip columnists, no doubt bitter from the stories that they had been starved from for so long, had a field day writing about you and Tony, you found paparazzi at your work and it was hard to escape the articles. You remember Tony clearly telling you “everything they’re saying is just for the story” as he urged you to never pick up a magazine or read a single article, even going as far as to suggest blocking results from anything that would come up on your computer or phone.

And for a while you were successful in ignoring anything that the press said about you. You listened to Tony’s suggestion and turned a blind eye to any article about your boyfriend just in case it mentioned you in any way. You were struggling enough with self image without the words of journalists all fighting to get the most clicks on a story, Tony was helping you through everything and you didn’t want to jeopardize that in any way.

Things went well after that, you ignored anything that you saw about you and Tony’s relationship. And since the press already knew about you, you were free to have a normal relationship. Well, as normal as it could be when you’re dating a famous billionaire and superhero. Anytime you did something in public there was the risk of the press writing about it, but Tony’s nonchalance about the entire affair rubbed off on you and you allowed yourself to turn a blind eye.

Well, most of the time.

Sometimes, when Tony was away and you were left to your own devices for a while, it was hard not to go on social media and glance at the headlines that were advertised all over your feed, some of the articles seemed kinder than others, and some just seemed to be going for that dramatic effect. Those were the hardest ones to see, those were the ones that unraveled all of the work you had put into loving yourself. And you tried not to read them, you really did, but sometimes you weren’t all that successful.

Tonight was one of those nights, Tony had some Avengers meeting and would be away for a few days. He had invited you to come with him but you had declined, you always felt out of place in those meetings, surrounded by heroes more perfect than you could ever be. Captain America was genetically modified for perfection, Black Widow was trained from infancy to reach that level of perfection, and Tony had built himself into a perfect hero with his iron man suit. It was hard not to feel self conscious around all of that.

Though perhaps you should have gone with him, as you sat in the bedroom you and Tony shared at his Malibu estate. The window was open, allowing the warm night breeze to flow through. It was a beautiful evening, you should have been outside enjoying yourself, perhaps sitting on the beach and watching the stars, but instead you were sitting on the bed looking at your laptop, staring at one of the not-so-nice articles that had popped up on your screen. You hadn’t even clicked into it, but the title and thumbnail was enough to fill you with a wave of insecurity.

You had to force yourself to tear your eyes away from it and put the device on the edge of the bed. You swung your legs off of the side and stood, stretching out your arms and allowing a deep sigh to escape from your lungs. You should have taken his advice to block out those articles from appearing, but it was too late for that now. You rubbed a hand along your face, feeling more emotionally tired than anything else, and decided you needed some water and a bit of a walk around the house to clear your mind.

So that’s exactly what you did, after shaking out your legs which had started to fall asleep from how you had positioned yourself on the bed, you headed downstairs to get some lemon water from the kitchen. However you were confused when you heard the soft sound of music coming from the living room. Wondering if you had forgotten to turn something off, you changed your path and headed there instead.

And there was Tony, a piece of paper in his left hand and a small box in the other. He seemed to be reading over a speech of some kind which was unusual to you as you had never known him to actually prepare a speech in advance, usually able to come up with something magnificent on the spot, even with cameras and microphones pointed at him. His eyeline raised and caught on you as you stood at the edge of the room and he quickly shoved the paper into his pocket and got on one knee, opening the box.

“Y/N,” he paused to remember the words he had just been rereading for what felt like the hundredth time, and yet seeing you illuminated by the dim lighting of the moon and the stars that filtered in through the large windows, he forgot it all. “I had a whole speech prepared for this, of how I love you so much and all of that sappy stuff. But, it all boils down to the question of… will you marry me?”

You were stunned into silence as you watched him, the seconds seemed to tick by as he waited for your response, a grin still placed upon his face. But you weren’t in the best mindset right now, the image of that headline and thumbnail plastered in your mind. What were you supposed to say? You knew what he wanted you to say, he wouldn’t have asked the question if he wanted you to decline, but how could you say yes? How could you ever be good enough for the Tony Stark?

Your silence and stillness was broken as you took a step back, shaking your head. You couldn’t bring yourself to say the word ‘no’ but by the way the inventor’s face fell you knew he got the message. “I’m sorry, Tony…”

You turned on your heels and rushed back up the stairs, unable to look at him any longer. Unable to offer him an explanation as you weren’t sure you could even get the words out. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was flooded with thoughts you hadn’t dared to allow for a long time. But your insecurity was like a bucket of water, catching drips of self doubt. That bucket had slowly been filling up over the past two years but the last drop that had been placed by that stupid article was what caused it to overflow, your tears were only proof of that.

Tony had to admit that wasn’t the reaction he had been expecting from you, not in the slightest. He had been expecting tears, of course, but one of joy as you proclaimed that you loved him too and would be delighted to marry him. He shoved the box into his pocket and followed after you, he would accept your denial of his proposal but he couldn’t leave you to be upset on your own, what kind of man would that make him?

He followed you up to the bedroom that you both shared but you had locked yourself in the ensuite bathroom before he could stop you. “Y/N, hey, come on, love, talk to me,” he begged, knocking on the door. But he received no response from you. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, trying to think of if he had done something wrong. Then he saw it, the laptop still placed on the bottom of the bed, screen glowing in the darkness of the room. He paused, looking at the door and considering what he should do. But he figured that you wouldn’t be opening it any time soon and so he stepped away to see what you were looking at. Immediately he knew why you were so upset, seeing the headline and the image plastered across the width of your screen, a pop-up ad for one of those gossip companies that existed only in the depths of the internet. He knew about your struggles with confidence and self worth, and he was able to use his genius mind to put two and two together.

He closed the tab on the screen and then closed the laptop, not wanting you to see that again. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked softly. “Y/N, my love, I know what the world says about you sometimes, how cruel they can be,” he began, resting his hand against the door, his face inches away from it and his eyes closed. “But as I close my eyes and I think of perfection, all I see is you, every part of you, no exceptions. My entire career I’ve tried to make something perfect but never would I be able to make anything that could compare to the perfection of you. We don’t have to get married, but please, please, come out here so I can hold you. I love you, Y/N, all of you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

There was a pause, that agonizing silence as Tony tried to figure out if you believed him or if you could even hear him, there was a chance you were tuning him out and he truly was just talking to a door. But then he heard the click of the lock and stepped back as the door opened to reveal his beauty.

“How can you say that, Tony?” You asked, your voice shaking as you wiped tears from your face, your eyes were red from crying and you sniffled.

Tony lay his hand on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb and smiling softly at you, it was the kind of smile that seemed to be reserved for you and only you. It wasn’t some cocky grin or a smartass smirk, it was just… Tony. “Because I mean it, my love. Because, whatever I do, I will never find or make anything as perfect as you.”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, finding yourself unable to look at him, unable to face him. A shaking sigh fell past your lips as you exhaled and tried to think of how to articulate your thoughts to him. “The rest of the world doesn’t seem to agree with you, Stark,” you pointed out in a quiet tone.

Tony chuckled and stepped towards you, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. “Maybe not, but I do pride myself on being the smartest man in the world. They don’t call me a genius for nothing, you know.”

And there he was, the Tony that you knew so well. The confidence that he had in himself, that he had in you. And a smile slowly came onto your lips and you nodded a bit at his words. “Then… yes.” You told him, opening your eyes to look up at him.

For a moment he looked confused, an eyebrow raised. “Yes?” He repeated, asking for clarification on what exactly you were agreeing to.

“I’ll marry you, Tony Stark,” you said, leaning into the warmth of his hand and reaching out with your own to hold his free one, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And his smile grew, one that was bright and warm and reserved only for the two of you at that moment. “See what I mean? Perfect. I love you, Y/N Stark.” He said, tilting up your face and pressing a soft, chaste kiss onto your lips.

“I love you too, Tony Y/L/N.” You countered as you looked up at him, your red eyes now filled with love and happiness instead of doubt and despair.

Tony chuckled at your response. “Touché.”

You simply nodded and pulled him closer. “Now, kiss me properly this time?” You asked sweetly, pulling him close to you.

A grin passed his face and he nodded, leaning towards you. Before your lips met in a kiss he spoke, keeping his tone soft and his warm breath fanned across your face, “As you wish, my perfect fiancée.”

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Disappointment | Ivan x Daughter!Reader

Requested by @theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass​: “so I’m really a sucker for parent tropes so maybe you could write a Ivan x daughter!reader where he had her with a non grisha woman who gave birth and later left the baby at the little palace for him. Now she is grow and Ivan being Ivan is hard on her especially because she’s kind of failing being a heartrender (cuz that’s not her real grisha power) and they have a huge fight about it and she runs away in the middle of the night. When Ivan find out in the morning he becomes very worried and asks The darkling and Fedyor to help him find her. (Maybe they find her a bit hurt cuz she was attacked. Just for more angst and feels:3)”

Pairing: Ivan x Daughter!Reader, Fedyor x reader (platonic)

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood

A/N: As always, spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

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“Ivan!” Fedyor calls as he runs down the corridor carrying a medium size wicker basket “Ivan, someone left this outside the doors of the little palace” 

“Oh?” Ivan says, uninterested as he continues walking.

“The note left with it says its for you.” 

Ivan stops walking and abruptly turns around to finally face Fedyor who hold out the basket to him. He takes it and slowly lifts the lid, freezing when he lays eyes on what’s inside. 

“What is it? What’s in there?” Fedyor asks curiously but gets no reply “Ivan?” 

He moves to stand by Ivan’s side, peering over to see the baby girl wrapped up tight inside, fast asleep without a care in the world. 

“I don't understand, why would someone give you a baby?” Fedyor asks. 

“Because she’s my daughter.”

— — — — 

Seventeen years later. 

Growing up in the Little Palace wasn’t exactly a normal childhood, especially being the daughter of one of the Darkling’s most favoured Grisha. You never really felt like you fit in with the other kids, especially since your father made you learn with Heartrender children even though you were actually a healer. He was convinced you would share the same power as him and because you wanted to please him you went along with it. 

It was hard growing up without a mother too. Your father was always honest with you, about how he had spent the night with a non Grisha woman and hadn’t even known she was pregnant until one night you were left on the doorstep. Part of you wished you could meet your mother, but the other part of you didn’t care about a woman who could so easily abandon you. 

You were close with your father’s lover, Fedyor. He became the closest thing you had to a mother figure. He was softer and more caring than your father. When you were younger he would occasionally sneak you away for fun days out playing games in the woods. Even now he would take you out on horse riding lessons when he felt you needed a break. 

Ivan did not approve. 

“She’s my daughter and I say she must attend all her training sessions!” 

“You're too hard on her Ivan, the poor girl is exhausted from all the pressure you put on her. Give her a break” Fedyor argues back as you press your ear to their door so you can hear. 

“I’ll give her a break when she earns one. Right now she’s the worst in the whole class of heartrenders. Even the children are better than her”

“Maybe because I’m not actually a Heartrender!” You say as you burst through the door.

“This is a private conversation!” Ivan shouts. 

“Not if it’s about me it’s not.” You shout back

“Y/N” Fedyor speaks calmly, trying to defuse the situation “maybe you should go-”

“No Fedyor, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this” you turn and address your father “All I’ve ever done, all I ever do is try and live up to your expectations. Try to be like you. Hide my true self because I’m terrified of disappointing you. But I can’t lie anymore. I’m not a Heartrender. And no matter how much you or I try to force it, I will never be a Heartrender.”

You take off your red and black kefta and hand it to your father. There’s a silence as he looks down at it before finally looking up at you.  

“You're just going to give up on everything we’ve worked for, everything you’ve wanted?”

“I never wanted any of this Dad. You did! I just went a long with it to please you”

“Get out of my sight!” 

“Dad-”

“I have never been more disappointed in you than I am right now. I am ashamed to call you my daughter”

“Ivan!” Fedyor speaks up as you stand there silent for a moment, staring at your father.

Fedyor comes to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder but you shake him off and run out the room as hot tears fill your eyes. You hear Fedyor call after you but you ignore him, continuing to run out of the Little Palace. You don't stop running until you reach the woods, leaning against a tree and sliding your back against the rough bark to sit on the ground. You bring your knees up to your chest and let the tears flow, unaware of the stranger watching you in the darkness. 

You're disturbed by the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You lift your head up and take a deep breath, silently listening. Slowly you stand up, keeping your back to the tree as you look around you. Then you spot him, an unknown man creeping toward you. From his clothes you guess he’s a peasant from the village. 

“Are you alright?” He asks. Something about him sets your nerves on edge. 

“Yes I’m fine” you say quietly, wiping a tear off your cheek 

“Are you from the palace?” He asks, taking a step closer. You nod. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” 

“I could ask you the same thing” you reply

“It’s not safe to be out here alone you know” he takes another step closer “never now who you might meet” 

“You're right, I should head back” you go to leave but he grabs your arm, pulling you back “let go of me!”

“Not until you give me something in return” he pulls a dagger from his pocket

“What do you want from me?” You struggle against him but his grip is tight 

“Whatever you’ve got. Money. Jewellery. Anything that’s worth something. You lot up in your fancy palace have no idea how hard it is to be poor”

“I’m sorry but I don't have anything”

“Then you're no use to me!” He growls, plunging his dagger into your side. You let out a silent gasp. He pulls the dagger back out and you drop to the ground, clutching the wound, feeling the heat of the blood cover your hands.

“Grisha bitch” he spits before running away, disappearing into the darkness. You try to drag yourself back toward the palace but you don't have the energy. You prop yourself up against the base of a tree and wait for the darkness to take you. 

— — — — 

“Fedyor wake up!” Ivan rushes into their room, opening the curtains to let the morning sun stream through “Y/N is missing!”

“What!” Fedyor sits up instantly 

“I went to apologise but she isn’t in her room and her bed hasn’t been slept in. Im really worried Fed. Where is my girl?” He chokes up as tears spring to his eyes.

“Okay calm down. We’ll find her” 

Ten minutes later the boys are heading out the Little Palace, searching the grounds with the help of General Kirigan. 

“Do you have any idea where she could have gone?” The Darkling asks. Ivan shakes his head. 

“I think I might know.” Fedyor announces

The three of the mount their horses and set off towards the woods. Once they enter they slow down as Fedyor explains this is where the two of you come to relax and get away from the Palace when things get too much. Ivan feels his heart sink, knowing that he’s the reason you even need a place to escape to. 

“There!” Fedyor shouts, pointing to your lifeless body laying on the ground. 

 The men jump off their horses and run to your side, Ivan cradling your head in his lap and stroking your face while the Darkling checks your wound. 

“Oh my saints! Y/N, my girl. Please come back to me” Ivan cries

“We need to get her back to the Palace. She needs a healer” The Darkling announces as Ivan picks you up and carries you to his horse. He rides faster than he’s ever ridden to get you there.

“We need a healer! Now!” The General shouts the second he enter the Palace, and instantly multiple healers come running. They follow him as he carries you to your room and lays you down on your bed. 

Ivan and Fedyor watch anxiously as the healers get to work. What feels like hours later they finally finish, turning to address the men.

“She’s stable now.” 

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Ivan lets out tears of relief as Fedyor hugs him.

“We’ll leave you three alone.” The Darkling says, ushering the healers out of the room. “I’m glad she’s okay” he smiles before leaving, shutting the door behind him. 

A few hours later you're eyes finally flutter open. You look around the room confused as to how you got there. You remember the woods. The creepy stranger. Being stabbed. You sit up, lifting your shirt to see now no wound at all. Then you look over and see Fedyor and Ivan asleep at the foot of your bed. You reach over and gently squeeze your father’s hand. He opens his sleepy eyes and when he sees you awake shoots up right, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. Fedyor also wakes up and smiles at you. 

“I’ll leave you two to chat” he says smiling again before leaving. 

Your father sits on the edge of the bed facing you. 

“Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said last night, I didn’t mean it. I was angry with Fedyor but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you”

“It felt like you meant it”

“I could never be ashamed of you. You are a beautiful, intelligent, strong young woman. I am proud to be your father.” He takes your hand in his “And I am so sorry I made you feel like you had to be someone else just to please me. I always hoped you’d be a Heartrender like me, but I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you. From now on you are free to be the person you want to be.”

“Are you sure I’m not a disappointment?” 

“You could never disappoint me Y/N. You are my daughter and I love you more than anything in the world” he moves to sit next to you and puts his arm around you. You snuggle into him.

“Even more than Fedyor?” You ask playfully

“Even more than Fedyor” 

“Hey I heard that!” Fedyor shouts as he pokes his head back in the room

“We love you too Fedyor!” You shout back, gesturing for him to join you. He sits on the other side of you so you are sandwiches between the two of them. You hold his hand and rest your head on your father’s shoulder. 

You may not have a mother, but you do have two fathers. And you wouldn’t change them for the world. 

Your perfect little family. 

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My journey into feminization how did it begin? It is difficult to pin point a specific age, but I would guess I was about 11 years old. Yes, confused by sexual urges and excitement when looking at pictures of pretty girls in magazine ads wearing only panties and bras. Mmm, then 'borrowing' intimate female garments and wearing them. Feelng the overwhelming rush of pleasure and my first orgasm while wearing female clothing. Through the years I've tried to suppress this urges to dress as a woman. Being married was so frustrating as my wife left her intimate garments all over the house. It was like being in a candy store: bras, panties, lingerie all within reach. Unable to resist I would carefully try on bra or nightie when she was out shopping. At one point she mentioned something about one nightie being worn out in the "wrong" places. But she never questioned me. After all why would her man be turned on by wearing panties? Looking back she was very smart, she knew better than to confront me head on, lol. She knew I would not admit it or make up some bullshit story. She was very subtle, one night after making love she asked me if I had any sexual fantasies, my response was no love, none that I can think of. Another time she make the following comment, " I wish I had something to poke you with". Wow, she was so close. I was a bit stunted, didn't have a good response, lol. Several months later during our forplay love making she starts licking my nipples, omg, wtf!! Do you like it she says, with her hand on my growing manhood there was no escape, no denial. You like it don't you? I said yes, grasping for air and moaning as she began to rub the tip of my cock with her finger while continuing to lick and suck on my nipples. Then she slid her hand below my balls and started stroking and messaging the area just above my ass hole. After five minutes or this action she get up, pulls off her soaked panties then leans towards me with panties in hand and whispers in my ear, ' guess what I found in your bag Jim?' I found at least 10 pairs of my panties Jim, wtf all stained with your cum! "So you like to jerk off and cum in my panties, really?" What could I say but yes. I tried to explain why but she was upset? She then took her wet panties wrapped them around my almost limp manhood and said show me how you like you jerk off im my panties! I was so embarrassed, but I was wrong to have taken her things, this was my punishment, Yes? I reached down and started stroking my cock but it was very limp by now, I could not get hard. She saw my problem and whispers in my ear, "what's the problem, sissy panty boy, can't jerk off in front of your hot sexy wife? never touch my things again!, if you do, you will never fuck or cum inside me again. Do you understand me? Yes, hon I understand, good. Now where are my panties, Uh where you put them dear, yes they are yours now. Uh, keep them clean and if you wear these out (giggle) we will go out together and buy you more. Yes, I'll let the pretty sales lady know my size and yours (giggle). One more thing, when we make love, make sure you are wearing a clean pair of lacy pink panties. You are my panty boy husband now (giggle). I guess you better learn to get excited and hard while wearing female panties or you will never fuck me again (giggle): panty boy. Next day I after work I set out the task of hand washing 'my' panties in hope of getting lucky later that evening. Ok, hot water and some laundry soap and a 15 minutes soak, rinse and then toss into the dryer should to the trick right? Right before we went to bed I quickly grabbed my panties and climbed into bed. My wife had been observing my laundry duties activities that evening and I assumed we were cool. My hopes of an evening of

having sex where dashed when she turned the lights on stating: it's panty check time, stand up and let examine your feeble attempts to clean these! Ok, I can still see your nasty stains, what temperature did you wash these in? Hot I relied, she laughed, you idiot you should have used cold, as now you've 'set' the stain and ruined a pretty pair of panties. Oh well I guess we will have to go panty shopping tomorrow. Maybe Victoria's Secret? I understand Nancy, your friend Mike's wife just started working there (giggle), maybe she can let us use her discount? She then put her hand on my softening member and said, 'well give it some thought, panty boy, good night. WTF, now she is straight up trying to sexually blackmail me and expose me really? I got out of bed headed for the bathroom sobbing, how could my sweet wife be so cruel. Fifteen minutes or so she knocks on the door, " Jimmy are you ok"? No I'm, how could I be ok when you want to humiliate me and expose my fetish to my friends? Oh you admit it now that you are little perverted panty stealing panty boy? Her words cut me through me like a knife, but she was right. Stand Jim, look at yourself in the mirror wearing my soiled panties, tell me baby who and what did I fall in love with? Then she placed her had on my limp cock and said, I love you but tell me about all your fetishes now or we are done: confess! I'm not going to play a guessing game with you understand! Sobbing, I began to spill my guys about how was molested by an older boy at 11, my Aunt confessed to dressing me as a girl when I was very young,

dressing my mothers lingerie. Yes, I've have fantasies about being fucked my a man while being dressed as a woman. With years in my eyes I looked at my wife, what she was crying too? Why are you crying I asked? I'm so sorry that so many people have hurt you babe and that you are so fucked up now. Maybe we can both get into therapy, you know get some professional help? But for this moment, let's promise to be more open and honest with our sexual feelings and desires ok? Babe I'm sorry I got do angry with you but you did sneak my panties? I had no idea that my panties turned you on so much to the point that you would willing wear them? She started rubbing my pantied cock as she spoke, you know Jim, have a little fantasy of my own. What she whispered in my ear next blew me away. Jim, sometimes I think about being with a woman, coddling and fondling each others breasts? Jim, I, I think I might be Bi? I sorry I've never shared this with you but you understand right ? At that moment, my cock began to swell, she got her answer. Now pulling my panties down she began licking the very backside tip of my cock, you know Jim, maybe I will be willing to support you, like helping you dress like a lady, apply make up and maybe if you wish be with a man as a woman. With these words I erupted a stream of thick sperm all over her beautiful face. Wow, that was fast hon, you agree with my suggestions? Awesome, now for your first lesson Jamie, lick up all the cum you sprayed over my face. Yes, play the part bitch you need to learn to love the taste of your cum. Yes, your female name is Jamie now, do you like it? That's right clean me up, good gurl. Now it's my turn to be pleasured, now be a good lesbian bitch and eat my sweet pussy, XOXO.

Chapter 2 The List

The next morning Carol, my wife was up early and out of the house without waking me. No breakfast or coffee, man that woman be slipp'in, I thought. Well, what looks good in the frig? Oh man, lookie here, a heart shaped note from wifey. [Hi Jim I went shopping with Margie this morning, not sure when I'll be back but, please pickup the following items at the corner drug store:

tampons, pantyhose, nail polish (pink), eye shadow base & palate, concealer, face primer, eyeliner (water proof), mascara, blush, bronzer, highlighter, lip gloss, cosmetic brush set, foundation, setting spray and pamprin. Jim, if you need help just ask the salesgirl in

cosmetics, you know the one you always flirt with, you know Desiree, giggle. Oh and make sure you are wearing the pink lace panties that I let in your drawer. They are yours now, Jamie. Love Carol XOXO, P.S., I've invited some friends over for dinner so please be home by 4 pm.] Groan, I HATE shopping, especially for girl stuff! Ok, so off to drug store I went, stright to the cosmetics counter, list in hand. There she was, Desiree behind the counter, may I help you, she asked? Desiree was the gorgeous offspring of Spanish and Irish parents, about 5' 9" light green eyes and light brown to blonde hair. Her makeup was always impeccable, skirts and blouse always tight and ample cleavage on display. Carol was right that I did flirt with Desiree in the past, but Carol was always with me. It was different now, I was alone and what she possibly thinking? I mean, Carol had always shopped for her own cosmetics and fem items? Looking into her eyes my mind went blank, dry mouth, etc. I handed her the list and mumbled, my wife needs this stuff and I have no idea. Sure, no problem, I can get these for. Carol is your wife right? Yeah, she was in earlier, something about a need for a change and wanted you and I to help her with a make-over surprise. I can help you with every thing on the list except the tampons, their in aisle 12. Oh, and I'll need your help with selecting the foundation shade to ensure a good color match. Ok, what ever I said, I'll be back with the wifey's tampons in a couple minutes. As I walked away, Desiree's last words, "color matching" stuck in my head... Carol's skin tone was much lighter than mine? Mmm, aisle 12, ok here we go, no idea really what to buy my wife, so many confusing choices. I must have been searching for the correct tampons for at least 15 minutes when Desiree found me. Hi, need some help? Absolutely? I have no idea what she needs. Laughing at my ignorance of feminine hygiene products, explained that Carol would at minimum need pads and most likely will need a tampon for her 'heavy' period flows. My suggestion is get her both. Is so sweet and thoughtful of you to do pick these up for you wife, I'm sure she appreciates it. Now let's go go back to the cosmetic department and I ring up your items? Sounds like a plan, I said. Ok, let's try this new foundation shade shall we? Desiree reached for my hand, this was a new level: physical contact. I could feel my heart beating faster, well if well if you have to I said? Desiree, her hand still gently touchind my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, Jim, it is necessary to be sure we get an accurate match and you do want to please your Wife don't you? Yes, of course I want to make Carol happy. Well good, smiling as she applied the foundation to my hand Desiree said, you know Jim, it's not like anyone's going to make assumptions about your sexuality. I mean, why would a handsome stud like you want to wear make up? Ok, of course your are right, I told her. Oh, awesome Jim, this color is perfect. Carol will love it.

Great what is the final damage for all this, I asked? Sure, your total comes to $75.65. Ok, wow this stuff sure adds up fast! Ok here's $76, as Desiree handed back my change she dropped a dime. Oh, so sorry, no problem I said bending over to retrieve .10 cents and at that moment exposing my pink lace thong panties in full view of Desiree. So humiliating, I was speechless. Desiree with a big smile handed me my merchandise but me close and whispered, I love a man who likes to embrace his feminine side, Carol is so lucky.

Chapter 3 - No Refunds, No Returns

So I returned home with all the cosmetics Carol had on your list. She met me as I entered our apartment with big hug, then said that she had to leave again. No big deal, but asked me to read a letter she had written to me. Ok, problem, writing letters was something we did when we first started dating. Jim, l'll be back in about 2 hours, so please read my little ' love' note before I return. One more hug as she felt up my ass for the outline of the thong panties, still wearing them I see? Good, I so happy you did, it says you respect my wishes. I am going to make you so happy you did. Then she kissed me deeply and left without saying where she was going? Oh well, now where is this letter? I found Carol's letter on my pillow, she started, my Dearest husband, tonight I will make your fantasy of being a woman a reality. Don't deny it Jim. I found your hidden stash of female undergarments, shemale porn, etc. Really, why did you NOT trust me enough with your kinky desires? No matter, I know now and I still you move than you realize. Tonight I will give your fantasy, but know this our relationship will change. The changes will be (giggle) sort of a role reversal? To start: take a nice hot bubble bath, yes use mine girly stuff XOXO. Next, use my sugar rub all over your body to exfoliate your skin and then shave all your body hair, yes lov, your arms, legs, chest, balls and ass. Next raise in with cold water

and gently dry ourself. Next, hydrate your skin with some lotion be liberal with it. Now Jim, you don't have much time left so get started. Oh, once your done with this bathing routine, look in your drawer and closet. Yes I picked out some cute girly things for you to wear love XOXO. Make sure you are wearing each item when I return? If NOT, trust me You will sorely regret it!! But I know you will be a Good girl for your wife, your Mistress now won't you? And don't act like you don't know how to put on a bra, panty hose, corset, or breast forms. Please Sissy, remember I know what you've doing when your alone and I'm at work. You see I also found your pictures lol. Well, no more secrets BITCH! I demand you to be ready for me to apply your make up and wig when I return. No excuses! Yes dear, I will be fully shaved and dressed when return. Ok, good, I will be at 7 pm sharp! Out of fear and excitement I started drawing my bubble bath. While the tub was filling I looked into the closet and drawer to see what my wife had purchased. My sweet wife had filled my drawer will so many pretty panties and bras all different styles and colours. These were all mine, really? Wow, what was in my closet? Just a quick peek, so many cute skirts, dresses and tops, all mine? Ok, time was slipping away and the tub was nearly full now. As instructed, I soaked in the fraguent bubble bath for a half hour so relaxing then scrubbed every inch of my body possible with a sugar exfoliate scrub. I then covered my body with a girly shaved cream and shaved my legs, arms, chest, groin, balls and ass. I then showed in cold water to rinse off the remaining shave cream. As I dried my body off the scent purfume and softness of my now hairless body caused me to feel so girly/ feminine, excited and horny. I resisted my base urges to pleasure myself and pushed on to getting dressed as it was almost time for my wife to return. So many panties so many choices, will of I selected a cute pink lace thong panties with matching bra and garter belt. Slipping the panties on another temptation to pleasure myself. Not enough time, 6:30 pm, still had to put on the breast plate and corset. I secured the 38 D breasts to my chest using the medical grade adhesive. Looking the mirror was a bit of a let down, so much work and I still looked like a man, a man with big breasts and small waist. I was nearly in tears when I heard the front door open, Carol would be coming in bedroom any moment and I was pretty much half naked. I quickly grabbed a blouse, skirt and heels got them on and posing on the bed, just as door opened. Knock, knock... omg Jim, Carol told me to just let myself in, that my make over project would be sitting on the bed. It was Desire, Carol WTF!! I was humiliated once again, I began sobbing uncontrollably, why Carol, why? Desiree gave me several tissues to dry tears. I don't understand, why would do this? She came closer and hugged me. I never been this close to Desiree or so absolutely vulnerable before. She knew just like Carol that I was to be a sissy no denial. Jim, she said, Carol is giving you a gift, this is what you want really. Carol loves you didn't understand or how to help you experience being a girl. I can sweet heart. Yes, Carol may have, did violate your privacy by sharing your sissy feelings with me but I agreed to help you both. She then kissed me on the lips and said go wash away those trears hon and let's transform you into a beautiful woman. Before she applied my make up she asked me to remove my skirt and blouse, something about not getting any make on my clothes, ok made sence? Desiree was wonderful explaining the fairly complicated process of applying the various types make up, contouring, eye shadow, liner, etc. I almost forgot that I was half naked inches away from a gorgeous woman. The scent of her purfume and beautiful cleavage got the best of my unrestrained manhood. Desiree noticed my problem and said, I see you are getting turned on baby? You like it that I'm feminizing don't sweety? Oh of course you do

#feminized husband #xdress #embrace your femininity

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Do u have any good lady's isekai falls-in-love-with-a-prince-from-a-novel type webcomic recommendation? I read 2 and now im hooked

Do I EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Most of these I find on Webtoon. If you join webtoon and read regularly, you'll see them suggesting more things you might like, and new stuff on the main page, and you'll discover more and more of them, too. 💖

Happily Ever Afterwards - The heroine is reborn AFTER the epilogue of her fave novel, after her favorite character has been exiled from the kingdom due to the story’s events (he’s a tragic, sympathetic character).  She sets about traveling to the cold, difficult kingdom of his exile to try to convince him to marry her, so that she can give him the happiness he deserves to have after all of the sad events from the book!  This comic is SOOOOO sweet, cute, and fluffy-fluff! ☁️

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The First Night With the Duke - Starts out with a lot of comedy, but has gotten much more serious as the chapters have progressed, with some intense scenes that I haven’t been crazy about.  The heroine completely derails the plot of the novel by being born as a random, unnamed side-character who accidentally seduces the male lead, and no romance between him and the actual female lead ever even has the chance to happen. 😅

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The Matchmaking Baby Princess - The heroine is born as a tiny baby princess, who uses her super cute charm to influence the characters around her so that things turn out better for them than the way the novel goes.  This one is still fairly new, so the episodes haven’t shown a whole lot about how she derails the story yet, but, it is REALLLY CUUUUUTE!!  And has very beautiful scenes of palatial gardens and such.  Also obviously the heroine herself is not the one that the romance happens to lol.

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His Majesty's Proposal - This one is a bit similar to The First Night With the Duke, with a rando side character getting proposed to by the prince after spending a night with him.  A fun twist with this one is that the heroine is reincarnated from a crotchety old woman in her previous life, so she uses all kinds of old person slang (like calling people “whippersnappers” and stuff like that lol) and is kind of rude and grumpy lol.

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Every Rose Has a Death Flag - Pretty typical isekai where the heroine is reincarnated as the villainess and knows that all of her ends are bad ends, so she tries to remove herself from the attentions of the prince and the other main characters, but through the process ends up endearing herself to them instead.  Good stuff without any weird quirks or gimmicks. 👌

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Tricked into Becoming the Heroine's Stepmother - The protagonist is actually one of the AUTHORS of this novel, so she is familiar with exactly what will be happening to all of the characters!  She is reincarnated as a rando townsperson though, and doesn’t have much influence, until she appeals to the prince and just spills the fact that she’s the author and knows everything that’s going to happen to the princess (his daughter) in the future lol?!  And he believes her??  And employs her to his household in order to prevent any of the princess’ suffering???  Also did I mention that the princess is the most adorable little toddler ever, with fluffy hair like a chestnut? 😭😭

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The Male Lead's Girl Friend - Again, the heroine is reborn as the villainess of the story, and attempts to distance herself from the male lead as much as she can (endearing herself to him in the process).  Some of the interesting quirks here are that she ships the male and female lead SUPER HARD, and is trying everything she can to hook them up together, but they both only seem to fall for her harder with every attempt. 😄 There is also a cool school/academy setting to this one to set it apart from the others with similar plots, as well as BIG YURI VIBES between the protagonist and the female lead.

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How to Survive a Romance Fantasy - This is the most comedy-intensive of everything on this list.  In fact, it just kept getting sillier as its chapters went on, and I actually dropped it from my reading list because it wasn’t making me laugh as hard anymore as it was in the beginning.. 😅 In this one, three normal-world folks are reborn in the fantasy world, as the heroine, the prince, and the villainess, and ALL THREE of them hate it and want nothing to do with the plot, so they run away as far from the plot as they can, and are also keeping their identities as the main characters secret from one another.  It is very, very silly.

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Non-Webtoon Webcomics

These have not been officially picked up & translated.  To read them in English, you will have to find them online where they are posted by fan translators.

The Villainess is a Marionette - This is for real probably my very favorite comic on this whole list, and can you believe how beautiful the art style is???  The tone of this one is totally different from any of the others here.  The protagonist is reborn as a malicious villainess with particularly cruel endings in her future, and she sets about to avoid them by using her power, influence, and wiles to manipulate the royal intrigue happening around her.  She’s... RELATIVELY kinder than the original villainess was in the story, and several characters that were her enemies in the original story are endeared to her now, but she’s still got her claws sunk into the royal family’s shady dealings.  This is a “bad boss b*tch” kind of heroine lol, and it’s super satisfying to see her come out ahead of the other villains with her crazy 4D chess manipulations.

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Sincerely: I Became a Duke's Maid - A super snuggly, sweet, and fluffy story where the protagonist is reborn as a maid during the tragic antihero’s childhood.  He is afflicted with a painful curse, and the protagonist, knowing that only more pain is ahead for him, does her best to befriend him and make his youth a little bit lighter.

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Who Made Me A Princess - Yet again, a tragic end awaits this princess that the protagonist is reborn as in her childhood, so she uses her cute charm to change the king’s attitude toward her (he was neglectful in the original story).  Some interesting original-plot-derails happen in this one, where her innate magic power is much stronger than it’s supposed to be, and she needs the help of a magical pet creature and a very handsome wizard to sustain her life in this world.

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Seduce the Villain's Father - This one wins the award for having the most hilarious title in this list. 😆 It’s much cuter and lighter than it sounds!!  This protagonist derails the original plot by allowing herself to be kidnapped by the villain’s kingdom instead of the intended character (her sister).  She is reborn among characters the generation before the events of the novel, so the villain himself isn’t here yet - but his handsome dad is!  And if she can convince him not to marry the woman that would become the villain’s mother, then the storyline is saved!  Probably!

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Special mention:

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Roads Lead to Doom! - This anime is probably the main “reincarnated as the villainess” isekai that introduced most of us to this concept. 😅 I’ve linked to where you can watch the anime for free on Crunchyroll, but there is also a manga if you’d prefer to read it!  While there are many, many comics that use this plot hook, this is the only one that made it to anime form, so it’s like, required watching!

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To close this long list up, all of these recs are JUST ISEKAI!!!!  If I were recommending my favorite webcomics in general, there could also be Cursed Princess Club, The Remarried Empress, The Princess’ Jewels, and Men of the Harem in this list...

There are so, so many comics with beautiful art styles featuring gorgeous princesses, it’s crazy!! 😭😭 I could for real spend my whole life reading them probably?? 👌👌  Those millions of women that read romance novels about dukes falling in love with noble women are suddenly extremely relatable.

#asks #isekai #webcomics #webcomic #long post

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The romanticization of true love in miraculous ladybug, and its impact on adrigami and lukanette

I guess the trope of true love is quite common in media, we grew up watching fairy tales where star crossed lovers found each other and connected in an intimate and irreplaceable way.

Soulmates ? Other halves? You complete me ?

It has long been romanticized, when a character would hesitate between two love interests, they would be told :

" pick the second one because if you truly loved the first one, you wouldn't have fallen for the second one "

In this sense', True love invalidates any other potential love because true love is the one, and the feelings felt for another person are not as authentic.

Realistically speaking, we may fall for more than one person and it is okay, they all were real while they lasted. But fiction tends to romanticize the concept of a love that makes all the others evaporate.

In miraculous ladybug, it is established early on that Marinette and Adrien are soulmate, being told they were meant to be by Master fu.

And then, the love square happens

Marinette falls for Adrien as his sensible, shiny and perfect looking self.

And Adrien falling for Marinette as her confident, bold and also perfect looking self.

While not knowing their other version, or not acknowledging it as a love interest. The idea of loving unknowingly each other amplified the star crossed lovers theme.

It was cute though.

Yet as time went by,Marinette's infatuation turned into a sort of romanticization of Adrien, she did interact with him and he held her in high regards, but her perception of him forbid her from seeing him lucidly enough.

She saw him as kind, good looking and talented, but also perfect. When alya suspected Adrien to be cat noir, marinette even dismissed it. She failed to see the foolishness and impulsiveness of cat noir in this boy she idealized.

She has a teenage crush, a caricatutal one sometimes but still a teenage crush. She is young, so her feelings are innocent and intense, to her that crush could be love.

It doesn't help when her friends encourage her believing that it could lead to a fairytale ending. For marinette; it is hard to move on.

Why is it hard to move on ?

She invested a lot emotionally in that crush. When you have those feelings, you usually cultivate a fantasy on your own, your little romance. marinette even imagined the name of their future hamster. It is almost a comforting escapism, by moving on she has to let that go, all the efforts, the embarrassments, the instants that gave her hope..

If she lets that go 'the reality she is used to will be all new ..

Letting go without ever knowing how he felt. With all the perhaps and maybes.

It is and remains a romanticized scenario but isn't that what makes us hold on to things ? We have our narrative that shape our reality and give value to little things ..

And if he was her true love, can she allow herself to love someone else? If she does, something as intense was not true love? What is true love then ?

Whether it's her thoughts; or the message of the show, the idea of Adrien being the one is what seems to be holding her back, she romanticized him too long, and letting go of that dreamy reality is a big step.

What about Adrien now ?

If marinette loved him secretary, Adrien was way loud and blunt about it, to the point of becoming a burden since after all, it was an unwanted affection.

Adrien is clearly a hopeless romantic. While marinette idealized the boy she liked, he seemed to idealize the idea of love, way more than she did.

Marinette and Adrien were friends, but Cat noir and Ladybug had a more intimate bond, a shared secret, a delightful comfort around each other, vulnerability and a genuine connection.

For Adrien, who's a hopeless romantic, he should not let go, he should keep fighting, trying, until he is capable of reaching the heart of his beloved.

His trying can be suffocating for her since she really cares about him and loves someone already. But in his world, it is his devotion.

He feels like the connection he shares with ladybug is special and that no one knows him like she does. His interactions with her are also an escapism so letting go of that feels unimaginable to him.

And in a way he could protect the specialness of their bond by not really being that open with other people..

Like maybe, kagami ?

If you watched "lies", even the title is emblematic of the shelter he hides behind. When kagami makes the effort of drawing his most authentic self, he first acts as a shiny model then as quirky cat noir.

But none of those poses portray the vulnerability and truth she craved for.

Perfection doesn't have to mean flawless, as she got close to him, the perfect Adrien was a flustered, confused boy who did not hide behind an automatic smile.

Luka could've been to marinette the kind and sensitive guy she liked in Adrien

And kagami could've shared with Adrien the connection and truth that he only expressed toward Ladybug.

Let's be honest they had so much potential ..

But both adrien and marinette held back and left those two heartbroken. Although they accepted the feelings of luka and kagami; and went as far as dating them, they were not as invested ..

It is true that they were both busy and had a lot on their mind, but we saw marinette swooning over adrien right before seeing luka in "lies" that parallels "truth" and adrien would still flirt with ladybug as cat noir.

Were they really trying to move on ?

I dont doubt marinette thought luka was charming, she was more confortable around him but he had a soft effect on her, he had the tenderness and sincerity that marinette discovered on adrien in the umbrella scene

Adrien was also drawn to kagami since the begining, with her he had the thrill of escaping he had with ladybug and she was as smart and confident as the woman of his dreams.

But ..

Both our main characters had already a reality that was hard to let go of .. a romantacized person and a romantacized bond ..

They were not addicted to the agony but it was their routine, their daily emotions, something that became more of a reality than a part of it ..

Moving on would truly be going out of their confort zons .. it could've led to something beautiful.. but both couples broke up early .. im still grieving ..

If only the show stopped romantacizing soulmates .. fall in love .. again and again .. each one of those romances is valid ..

#miraculous #miraculous thoughts #miraculous ladybug #miraculous theory #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #adrigami #kagami x adrien #adrien #lukanette #marinette dupain cheng #adrimi #adrienette #adrien x marinette #ladynoir #ml salt #ml marinette #marinette salt #adrien salt #ladrien #marichat #cat noir #shipping #luka couffaine #kagami tsuguri #kagami #luka

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TRICKY

pairing: elf! na jaemin x reader (f) **halloweenie special**

genre: smut, supernatural au

word count: 3k

warnings: {OKAY IM PUTTING A WARNING FOR VERY MILD *DUB-CON* BC TECHNICALLY THE READER IS TRICKED , BUT IN THE END OBVIOUSLY CONSENTS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED}, sexual content (fingering, dry humping), explicit language, use of several pet names, possessive behavior and vocabulary, reader just wants to find her damn cat but gets a whole lot more than that, bad attempts at explaining folklore, I’m sorry for any inaccuracies 😬 **ALSO UNEDITED**

a/n: **repost bc tumblr sucks** this is definitely more of my own spin on what I think an elf would be like, so sorry to those of you who are into the lore and stuff 🥺

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~10/14/2020~

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your grandmother was always a very smart woman, and you knew that very well. so when she told you not to do something, you made sure to NEVER do it.

you lived with her on the very outskirts of your town; your own backyard made up of a very dense forest with enough trees in it to block out almost all sunlight. your bedroom window faced the forest, and every night you were forced to stare at it as you sat at your desk, contemplating what went on in there.

your grandmother repeatedly told you to never go in there, no matter what, ever since you were a child. she would talk about all kinds of crazy things, like witches and faeries, and even elves.

the first time she told you about the dark forest, you were only six years old.

“you can’t go in there, y/n.” she said seriously, crouching before you as you stood in the kitchen with her. “no matter how much it may call you, you can never enter it.”

you didn’t understand, so of course, in typical child fashion, you questioned her.

“well why not?” you shot back, crossing your arms and pouting. she stood back up after looking at you for a second, going back to mixing brownie batter in a large bowl.

“the fae are dangerous creatures. the forest is littered with them, my dear.” she stopped for a moment, gazing out the kitchen window and into the thick gathering of trees and plant life. “the elves will claim you once you enter, and you may never be able to escape again.”

after that, she didn’t say much else to you about it.

at first, you thought she was just trying to scare you into not wandering off, but after a while you began to believe her.

there would be strange noises in the night; like whispers calling out to you from the direction of your window. it creeped you out but you tried to convince yourself it was just your imagination playing tricks on you.

your life continued on like that for years, and eventually it didn’t phase you at all. you were used to the nightly whispers now, and even your cat didn’t seem to mind them, if she could hear them at all.

you never told your grandmother about them, however. she was getting old and you didn’t want to be the reason she had a heart attack, as awful as that sounded.

for being as old as she was, she still got around pretty good, and there were days when she left you along for a good few hours to go out on walks with her other old lady friends.

it was really cute.

today was just like any other day like that; your grandmother left around eleven in the morning to go out, leaving you some breakfast on the counter for when you inevitably stumbled out of your room at one o’clock in the afternoon.

everything seemed normal. you ate in silence and scrolled through your phone at the kitchen table, but then noticed something was right.

looking around you, you noticed your cat was nowhere in sight. she would usually be up on the table sitting and staring at you or rubbing against your leg for no reason, but currently she was nowhere to be found.

at first you just assumed she was sleeping somewhere else, but after eating you searched the house and couldn’t find her anywhere. walking back into the kitchen you happened to glance outside and your heart jumped in your chest.

then you started to panic.

looking out into the backyard you saw her stark white fur disappear into the thick brush of the forest, and you almost screamed out loud at the sight.

“fuck,” you exclaimed, your heart racing and your mind thinking of all the ways to try to get her back. you were always advised to not go into the forest...but you couldn’t let your poor cat who you loved very dearly to get mauled out there by some bigger animal.

you had to go after her.

you mustered you all the courage you had inside you, not bothering to change out of your ratty shorts and t-shirt before shoving your feet in your sneakers. you let out a shaky breath as you walked into your backyard, staring down the darkness of the forest with determination.

as you apprehensively made your way to the very entrance of the brush, you spotted a large crooked stick, and didn’t hesitate to grab it to use as a weapon if necessary.

you didn’t want to be completely defenseless against any supernatural creatures you came across. you had a gut feeling that running into one would be inevitable, and the fear rang like a siren in the back of your mind like a sonata.

the ‘do not enter’ and ‘keep out: danger’ signs did nothing to ease your pounding heart and screaming nerves, but you pressed on regardless. you had to do this, for your stupid cat.

with one large step, you passed the boundary of the trees, the wind picking up as soon as you did. a chill ran down your spine but you kept your legs moving, careful not to break your ankles on any protruding roots. it was incredibly dark, even though the sun was high in the sky, but the leaves of the towering trees cut out almost all light.

you stumbled around aimlessly for what felt like hours, but in reality it had only probably been about 45 minutes before you stopped and took a breather. checking your phone for the time, you felt a pang in your chest when you realized that it was off, and wouldn’t turn back on no matter how hard you tried.

“fuck,” you muttered, fear creeping up on your soul once again. you really didn’t want to be in this forest longer than necessary, and you really seriously contemplated just leaving your cat behind, as horrible as that was.

your eyes gazed around, taking in the trees surrounding you. nothing seemed too out of the ordinary...all though you really though you saw a few small dashes of light fly around you through your periphery. you prayed that they weren’t pixies or fairies of whatever else your grandmother told you about.

you didn’t trust anything, no matter how beautiful or non-threatening they seemed to be on the outside.

“hello there.” a voice spoke out suddenly, causing you to jump and spin around, dropping your makeshift weapon in the process.

your eyes met the sight of a young man who looked to be around your age, with a slightly unsettling smile upon his face. he was almost too handsome; the beauty that emanated from him in waves was incredibly addicting, and you felt the pull of him immediately. it was hard to tear your eyes away, and that scared you.

you had no idea where he had come from, nor did you know how he managed to so quietly sneak up behind you like he did. you definitely would have heard him coming, considering the amount of twigs and leaves littering the ground at your feet.

your heart raced at the possibility of who, or what, he was, your mind trying to go through everything your sweet old grandmother ever told you. some inner part of you already knew what you were dealing with.

“don’t hurt yourself, darling,” the man spoke again, referencing to your mind working in overtime. he took a step forward toward you, and in turn you took a large stumbling step back. he watched you move, chuckling. “I’m jaemin, care to tell me your name?”

“n-no,” you managed to say, your hands clutched at your chest as you tried to calm your racing heart. you swore you saw his eyes flicker a bright aquamarine for a moment before returning back to brown as his smile faltered slightly. It came back a split second later.

“you’re a smart girl,” he purred, most likely realizing that you knew he wasn’t human, inching closer once more. you felt frozen, unable to step back like you truly wanted to, and you willed yourself not to panic. “you know what I am, I presume?”

your lips shook as you opened your mouth to speak, your tongue running over your chapped lips and he watched every single movement, causing your body to shiver.

“I have a-an idea,” you softly whispered, not breaking eye contact as he stopped in front of you. he didn’t say a word, only smiling at you as you stayed frozen in your spot. one word screamed in your mind: elf. you didn’t even have to look at his pointed ears to deduct that. the vibe he gave off was abundantly clear, even if you had never encountered another being of his kind before.

it didn’t feel like he was compelling you; it was more or less your reaction to the immense shock and fear you felt, coming in contact with a creature your grandmother always warned you about.

and it’s all because of your dumb cat.

“l-look dude, I’m just trying to find my cat.” you stated strongly now, holding your ground as best you could as he looked at you intensely, that slightly unsettling smile never leaving his face.

“once it entered the forest it became mine.” he simply retorted, leaning against the tree trunk beside him. “anything that passes the trees here belongs to me…” he paused for a moment, his eyes now glowing a full bright aquamarine, startling you as he seared his gaze through your very soul. “so I guess that means you’re mine as well. how lucky.”

the elf spoke softly, but there was an edge to his tone that made you shiver, paired with his choice of words.

“I-I’m not..” you stuttered, your fists clenched by your sides. was he the ruler of the forest? some sort of elf king?

“you’re not?” he asked, chuckling to himself as he pushed his body from the tree, slowly slithering toward you on his bare feet. “did you not hear what I said? everything in this forest is mine. that includes living creatures,” you had no willpower to move away as he crowded your space, his glowing eyes paralyzing you as his body drew closer and closer. “I wonder what I should do with my new possession.” he smirked to himself, reaching a pale hand out to gently cup your chin, laughing lowly as you instinctively flinched. “you are without a doubt the prettiest thing I’ve seen enter my domain in years, princess. I’ve been waiting for you.”

his last sentence threw you off, but for a moment your brain couldn’t remember the whispers you heard all those years, and it didn’t click. you couldn’t deny that this elf man was attractive; and you couldn’t deny the fact that his voice had your legs weakening with every word he spoke. you cursed yourself mentally for being affected by him, because deep down you were aware of the danger of encountering elves.

thinking back to your cat, you wondered why she would have left the house in the first place. she was lazy and never wanted to really move...unless something was calling her…

your heart seemed to stop beating and your blood ran cold.

“you tr-tricked me…” you said in realization, your eyes widening. “you tricked me into coming in here, using m-my cat!” your voice was panicked and you found it hard to breathe. then, your brain finally figured it out. “you’re the one that’s been whispering to me all these years, aren’t y-you?”

he smiled at you with dark aquamarine eyes, and now you weren’t sure how you were going to get yourself out of this mess.

you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to get out of this mess.

wait, what?, your eyes widened at your own thoughts, where did that come from??

suddenly and without warning, your entire body was grasped in his hold. his hands dominantly gripped your waist and flipped you around so that your front was smacked up against a tree, the sharp bark scratching your cheek as your face was scraped against it.

“you’re my kitty now.” his voice whispered directly into your ear, his breath causing your body to visibly shiver in his hold.

you didn’t mean to whine, you really didn’t, but when he his teeth found your ear and nibbled gently on the skin, you couldn’t hold it in. your legs trembled beneath you as your knees weakened, the feeling of his warm body pressed tightly against your back leaving you wanting more and more.

he pressed deceivingly sweet kisses along your neck, your hands clutching the bark of the tree in response, your nails scratching along the surface. you jolted when you felt his right hand move down your front and nestle between your legs, putting pressure right against your covered center.

“hmm, you want it, don’t you?” he mumbled quietly, his chest rumbling against your back. “your thoughts are so loud, I know you can’t resist me.”

your thighs clenched in anticipation as he ran his long fingers delicately along your core through your shorts, and you let out a breathy whimper in response.

he tsk’d at you, giving your pussy a light slap through the thin fabric before completely drawing it away. “I wanna hear you say yes, kitty.”

his voice was demanding as he spoke, and you couldn’t disobey.

with your eyes glazing over, you gripped the tree trunk tightly and mewled out, “yes!”

you could practically hear him smirk, his chuckling causing you to grow even more wet as he finally slipped his hand down your front and into your shorts. when his long finger reached your bare and sensitive nub, you could help but arch your back, causing your ass to press tightly against his rapidly hardening cock. he groaned right in your ear, his hips bucking and grinding against your behind in time with his strokes against your clit.

“you’re already so wet, darling,” he moaned out, dipping his finger down to circle your entrance. “I could just...slide right in.” with those words, he slipped his index finger into you in one clean movement, his long finger reaching deep inside your pussy.

you cried out when the tip of his finger brushed a sweet spot inside you, and you heard him groan in response, a deep chuckle following.

“good girl,” he muttered, casually slipping his middle finger inside you beside his pointer. the stretch had you throwing you head back, giving him access to your pretty neck. “be as loud as you want, baby. it’s just me, you, and the forest now.”

his hips grinding against your from behind never ceased, and he thrusted his fingers to the same rhythm as his hips. he was literally fingerfucking you; before you knew it he was adding a third finger.

to help with the burn of the stretch, he reached his free hand down and used two fingers to pinch and roll your clit, making you squeeze your eyes shut and clench your teeth at the sudden immense pleasure you were feeling.

it was embarrassing, but you were already so close to reaching your high. you really wanted this feeling to last forever, so you tried to hold it as long as you could.

the noises escaping from you only grew louder the harder he went; the powerful strokes from his hips driving you into the bark of the tree and his fingers plowing deep inside you had you practically screaming.

his lips found your neck and he left wet kisses there, his grains and growls only enhancing your feelings of ecstasy. he sounded like sin, and even though he was an elven boy that you had just stumbled across, you knew you didn’t want him to leave your life. you never wanted to live in a world where you couldn’t hear his moans, and that thought almost terrified you. the effect he was having on you was extremely intense, and you weren’t sure if it was normal, but at this point you were far too gone to care.

“are you gonna cum, kitty?” he strained out, breaking you out of your thought as his hips stuttered against your ass, his fingers still powerfully fucking into you. you could only nod desperately, your throat sore from the guttural sounds you were releasing.

he let out a breathy laugh, causing your walls to flutter around his digits. “then cum. I wanna feel you fucking drench my fingers.”

his words were all it took for you to let go. you screamed as you came, your nails scratching against the tree as your cheek scraped sharply on the bark, most likely drawing blood. your pussy clamped so hard around his fingers that he could barely move them in and out of you, so he drew circles over your clit to help you ride out your orgasm.

his hips pressed tightly against you, and you could feel through your own pants the wet spot on the front of his, indicating that he had cum as well.

after a powerful minute of cumming, you felt your eyes droop in exhaustion almost immediately. jaemin withdrew his fingers from you, wiping your essence on his pants before grouping your waist to keep you from collapsing. you definitely would have fallen if it weren’t for his hold on you.

he gently lowered you to the ground, turning your body so your back was able to rest against the trunk. he wiped at the scratches on your cheek with his thumb, but even though it stung you didn’t have the energy to flinch.

“go to sleep, precious.” he said softly, still stroking your face lovingly. his gentle nature should have set off all of the alarms in your mind and body, but you didn’t have enough energy to care.

in the back of your mind you realized that you probably would never see your cat or your grandmother again, and that you would most likely be trapped in this forest with jaemin for the rest of your days on earth. you didn't want to think about it now, so you took his advice and allowed your eyes to close, dreaming of jaemin and nothing else.

maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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[sylvie-writes]

Beautiful Just the Way You Are

word count: 1982

request: 

warnings: talks of negative self-image. please don’t read if this will upset you! 

a/n: this is part 5 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. please ignore any mistakes, I typed this a bit fast and didn’t really check.

Chris 

You and Chris were getting ready to go to one of his closest friend’s wedding. 

This would be the first time you would meet each other so making a good first impression was a must.

Chris had gone to pick up his suit from the dry cleaners and you were currently scouring through the four dresses your sister-in-laws had lended you. 

The wedding was a summer wedding and it was gonna be held on the beach. 

As of recently, the heat had gotten worse each day meaning you didn’t want to be stuck in a dress that caused you to sweat like a runner after 12 miles. 

Both of Chris’s sisters had noted this and unfortunately all four dresses before you were above the knee, something that made you uneasy.

It seemed that when you were going to meet people or attend public events, your insecurities crept up even more than usual and your mind would shove negative thoughts down your throat. 

You were gorgeous, no doubt, but with such poisonous thoughts of yourself, you couldn't see any beauty as your reflection stared back from the mirror.

The first dress was a lacy yellow v-neck dress. It slightly flared out to the sides and it complimented your figure beautifully.

The second dress was a black bodycon, which made you want to scream. While to the average eye, your curves flourished under this dress, all you could see was a belly and hips that you wanted gone.

The third and fourth dresses were similar with thin spaghetti straps and flowy bottoms which reminded you of a bell.  

Unbeknownst to you, Chris had come back sometimes in between trying on the second and third dress. 

He peeked through the door, admiring how amazing you looked. 

Chris kept thinking how lucky he was to have such a woman until he heard yells of anger that shook him from his daydream. 

That was when you tried on the last dress and the final straw was gone. 

Your anger turned into tears as you collapsed onto the food feeling nothing but pain and worthlessness. 

In seconds, Chris was on the floor with you, wrapping his arms around your front where your arms were held up to your eyes. 

He rocked you back and forth, shushing you gently. 

“(y/n), honey, speak to me. Tell me what I can do to help you?”

Words were worthless at this point and all Chris could make out was “dress.”

He put two and two together and realized that you were upset with the way you looked. 

For some time now, Chris knew this had been a problem, but he didn’t realize it would bubble up this badly.

He knew words of his compliments wouldn’t help at all because you’d just say that he was lying. 

All he wanted was for you to see yourself through his point of view because you were like an angel.

“Hey, love, listen to me.”

Chris removed your hands from your eyes and looked at you in the mirror. 

“You are stunning, always and forever. Your body does amazing things for you and for me.” He chuckled at the end causing you to laugh a bit, a sad smile on your face. 

“I know you don’t believe me, but I would never lie to you. I made you that promise all those years ago and I will keep it forever, you understand me?”

You nodded just wanting to shrug this whole embarrassing experience off. You were never one to want people to see you like this because it felt like you were vying for attention when you weren’t.

“No, (y/n), I want you to say.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Yes, I know, Chris.” 

He smiled and kissed your temple, “There’s my girl. Now c’mon, let's keep this dress on and I’ll help you with your makeup.

Ransom

You and Ransom were at one of Harlan’s publishing parties.

The family was up to their usual shenanigans leaving you and Ransom to sip on one too many drinks to stay interested.

One Joni walked away after trying to sell you some of her face moisturizer that cost more than the largest bag of dog food, Ransom snuck up behind you and led you to the garden, away from the sight of any house guests.

“How about we sneak away and take a dip in the pool?” His eyebrows raised teasingly and it was hard to resist such an offer.

“But Ransom, I don’t have a swimsuit!” You motioned to your maxi dress that was too pretty to damage with chlorine. 

You set your drink down on the cement bench and went to sit beside it before Ransom grabbed your hand and smirked. 

“Fine by me, here, simple fix!” 

In seconds, Ransom slipped off your dress, not even with a tear which was shocking from his usual animalistic movements. 

This left you standing in your simple undergarments, yet feeling more naked than actually being so. 

Ransom placed a kiss on your head before jumping into the pool in his boxers and nothing more.

He seemed ever so happy, waving his arms for you to jump in as he shook his now mop-like hair, now looking like a wet dog. 

Instead, you were sitting quietly on the ledge of the pool, arms wrapped around your waist trying to cover every inch of your exposed body. 

You felt so terrible like the sight Ransom would see would be so repulsive because that was exactly what you were thinking. 

When Ransom noticed that you were frozen in your spot and zoned out on some dragonfly floating in the pool, he swam closer. 

Ransom placed his hands on your thighs and looked up to see tears running down your nose and cheeks, dropping onto your lap.

At his touch, you involuntarily pushed him away and Ransom respected your space, floating back a bit. 

“Angel, what’s wrong?” 

“Ransom, I don’t want to be out here like this!”

You were on the verge of yelling, but instead kept your voice at a harsh whisper.

“Are you afraid someone will see us because (y/n) I can assure you they won’t. Plus, they’ve seen worse happen in this pool, trust me.” Ransom laughed, but you didn’t and he picked up on this, deciding to remain serious for the rest of the conversation.

“No it’s not that. I don’t want YOU to see me like this!”

The man swimming in front of you was in shock at such negative words coming from your mouth. 

He looked at you as an absolute goddess and he often wondered why a beauty like you would stay with a mess like him.

Sure he was gorgeous on the outside, but you were both inside and out.

“You’re just saying that because you feel like you have to, Ransom.”

You huffed and looked the other way, not wanting to even glare at him. 

Ransom laid his head on your lap in defeat.

“What do you want me to do? Worship you? Because I will! Oh (y/n), have mercy on me with your beauty! You are just so-” 

At this point, Ransom was speaking as loud as possible and he knew he was getting on your nerves.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “OKAY OKAY.  I BELIEVE YOU. Will you just hush now!?” 

Ransom looked up with a devious glimmer in his eyes, before he pulled you into the pool and you squealed loudly. 

“I think you are the one who should hush now, missy!”

Andy 

Andy had just gotten off from work and you had just finished making a surprise dinner. 

He was delighted at the sight of homemade chicken pot pie along with two bottles of old fashioned soda, a small tradition between the two of you.

You both settled down to watch a movie with your plates of chicken pot pie.

Andy had picked a movie that you’d never seen before and within five minutes your happy mood had morphed into insecurity. 

Turning, you saw Andy intently watching the movie as the most perfect woman appeared on screen and the negativity sprawled from your mind, turning nothing into something. 

While Andy just innocently enjoyed the movie, your inner saboteur told you that he was more so enjoying the sight of the gorgeous woman on screen. 

After all he had been stuck with you, so you didn’t blame him. 

Well he wasn’t actually stuck with you, but that's what you told yourself. 

You told yourself that he just felt bad for you and that is why he stayed. 

Andy noticed that halfway through the movie, you were uncharacteristically quiet and a sour pout on your face. 

“Gosh, imagine looking like that! That would be a dream.” A bitter laugh ended your snide comment and Andy immediately shut off the tv.

“Why did you do that?!” 

Andy just shook his head, “Because of what you said! (y/n), is there something you’d like to tell me?” 

“All I said was that I wish I looked like her. What’s wrong with that?” You nonchalant shrugged and turned away from his hard stare. 

“Honey, I can read you very well and I can tell that wasn’t just a joke.” 

You were quiet and Andy continued to pry. He pulled you tight to his chest, murmuring whispers of praise causing you to break and cry quietly.

“See, even when you cry, you are pretty.” 

Steve

The funny thing about insecurities is that it can turn someone into an absolute mess or monster. 

In this instance it was both.

You and Steve were at a cafe, one that you had been visiting together for years now.

Today, it seemed that the cafe had hired new employees as at least four faces you didn’t recognize were waltzing around the kitchen. 

It didn’t bother you until a complete beauty who introduced herself as Cara waited at your table. 

At first it was like the green eyed monster had crawled out of you and you felt shameful all until gut intuition showed you that she was being a bit too friendly with Steve. 

Little glances from across the room with flirty waves. At one point you swore that she winked at him. 

Her tone would instantly change anytime she talked to you and that made your blood boil.

Steve noticed your change in attitude as a borderline scary scowl worked its way on your lips. 

You were burning holes into the back of her head as you thought about how perfect the two would be together. 

Steve tried to nudge your half of your sandwich to catch your attention as he was clueless to what was running through your head. 

“Hey, doll. Why don’t you eat your sandwich? The flies are crazy and I can’t keep them away for long!” He swatted at the nagging flies, laughing at how the tiny creatures were defeating him, Captain America. 

You didn’t hear any of what he said and instead mean words that never once came out of his mouth.

“Why don’t you go be with her. She’s so perfect for you anyway.”

You stood from the table and stormed out the door, the tiny bell above it mocking you.

Steve was utterly confused at this random outburst. 

All he had mentioned was the sandwich, nothing about a girl, especially the waitress, whatever her name was.

Thinking back, Steve realized that she was flirting with him, but he was just so used to being friendly that he didn’t notice that he had put up such an illusion.

Especially one that hurt you.

The only word he was able to get out was “what” before he rushed out behind you.

He grabbed your arm and spun you to face him, not angry as he knew exactly how being insecure felt. 

“(y/n), you are the only one who is perfect for me.” 

You just fell into his arms, remembering that you were truly the only one for Steve.

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