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MAKE A WISH ★ CL16

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!childhood friend!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you and charles have been friends since you were little kids, and each year without fail charles posts you on your birthday, unknowingly marking the milestones of your relationship [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ none, i think!

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader grew up in monaco. i tried to use old-ish pictures to mark the time period he was posting her from! this one's a bit on the shorter side because i only included charles' perspective of posting her. the fc i've used is cindy kimberly, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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2017

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to my very best friend! can't believe we've been friends for more than ten years, time flies by when you're having fun! love you y/n, have the best day ❤️

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yourusername awww charlieee!!

yourusername this is the sweetest omg

yourusername thank god you didn't use that crusty photo of me you threatened to use...

user1 okay now we haveee to see it

yourusername NOOO NEVERRR

yourusername thank you sm love you!!💘

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

user2 scrolled so far down i managed to find these old gems of y/n 🤣

user3 stop they're acc so cute i can't

user4 the way this is the point where they relationship was just so sweet and innocent is so heartwarming to me

user5 also before charles got slowly more and more whipped with each post he made

2018

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charles_leclerc Y/N!! another year of us being friends, and another year where i have to put up with your awful dad jokes & incapability of cooking 🤣🤣 still, wouldn't have it any other way! love you y/n ❤️

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yourusername stoppp that cat was sooo cute

charles_leclerc ur cuter 😘

user6 THE BLATANT FLIRTING HELLOOOO??

yourusername birthday wishes much appreciated charles!! thank youuu 💘💘

charles_leclerc why so formal??

yourusername idk just felt like it ❤️

yourusername i literally can cook idk what you mean

charles_leclerc you almost burnt down my apartment??

yourusername intentional. 😊

user7 is that his girlfriend???

user8 nooo his childhood best friend from monaco!!

user9 well not yet anyways 🤷‍♀️

yourusername NOT THE BANGSSS IT WAS A DARK TIME OKAY

user10 Y/N REVISITING THIS IS SO FUNNY

yourusername NO STOPP WHAT WAS I THINKING.

2019

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charles_leclerc hopefully the getaway to italy was enough of a birthday present for you 😘 happy birthday y/n! no one else i'd rather eat crappy pizza with ❤️

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user11 TELL ME HOW THEY'RE NOT DATINGG

user12 omg she is absolutely STUNNING!!

yourusername CHARLIEEE IT WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH

user13 she seems like such a sweetheart

yourusername the flowers were so beautiful oh my

charles_leclerc you have no clue how long it took me to find them 🤣🤣❤️

user14 GET TOGETHER ALREADYY

sebastianvettel 👀👀

user15 SEB IS HERE!!

user16 what on earth can this man know

2020

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to the craziest cat lady i know!! 🐈‍⬛ thanks for supporting me through my ups and downs, and staying with me during this crazy journey! the best person to ever have by my side ❤️

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user17 oh so he's in love.

user18 RIGHTTT

yourusername you can NEVERRR take me away from cats!!

charles_leclerc as a dog person this hurts

yourusername idc deal with it eclair!!

user19 crazy cat lady x dog guy >>>>

yourusername love you charlie 💘💘

user20 CHARLIE HAS ME WEAKKK

user21 if this man doesn't want her I DOOO PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE Y/N

user22 looking back on this in 2024 it's actually sooo obvious idk how (some) of us didn't see it

2021

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charles_leclerc forever thankful that my mama made me play with my (annoying) new neighbour when i was 7 years old 🤣❤️ happy birthday y/n, hope it's the best one yet!

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user23 HOW IS SHE SO PRETTYYY

user24 more y/n content asap pleaseeee

yourusername exploring spain w you was sooo much fun & the tour guide was great asw! @/carlossainz55 😉😉

carlossainz55 it was my pleasure! ❤️❤️

user25 PLS SAY THEY ARENT DATINGGG I WANT CHARLES & Y/N

yourusername omg no he's in a long term relationship & i'm not at all interested 😭😭

user26 charles x y/n is still possible then!!

yourusername not the picture of me and the sushi 🤣 my one true love!

charles_leclerc i think you prefer the sushi to me

yourusername you'd be right!!

user27 wait guys i'm a new fan who is this??

user28 y/n l/n!! she's charles' childhood best friend from monaco (and we're all 99% sure they're in love)

2022

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charles_leclerc the only person who continually manages to pull off white regardless of the weather ☀️ happiest of birthdays to you y/n! love you more each year ❤️

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user29 JUST ADMIT IT UR IN LOVEEEE

user30 L-O-V-E

user31 hey alexa play you are in love by taylor swift (listen until it gets in ur head pls!)

user32 literally: "pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was, he is in love"

yourusername I LOVE YOU 💘

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

user33 they're lovers, your honor.

yourusername don't get in the way of me and one direction

pierregasly are they not over??

yourusername SHUT UP GASLY IM IN DENIALLL

user34 she's truly one of us!!

2023

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charles_leclerc my very best friend and now, i can officially say, the woman i am very much in love with. happy birthday y/n - thanks for putting up with me all these years ❤️❤️

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user35 CHARLES X Y/N CONFIRMEDDD

user36 THE CAPTION?? THEY ADMITTED THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IM CRYING

user37 AND THE LAST PICTURE?? I LOVE THEMMMM

yourusername my love forever 💘💘

charles_leclerc ❤️❤️

user38 parents pls adopt me i beg

yourusername THE FIRST PIC HELP i did NOT think you'd post that

charles_leclerc why wouldnt i 🤷‍♂️

francisca.cgomes what are you doing with MY WIFE 😖

yourusername idk PLEASE come pick me up baby he's annoying me sm rn ❤️❤️

francisca.cgomes dw on my way rn 🙏

pierregasly oh???

charles_leclerc it would seem we've been replaced, pierre!

2024

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charles_leclerc MY girlfriend!! happy birthday y/n l/n; 14 year old me would be very happy to call the girl he'd been in love with since a kid his girlfriend ❤️

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yourusername 14 year old me would be screaming crying throwing up right about now, if it's any consolation

charles_leclerc 🤣🤣❤️

user39 THE WAY THEY LOVED EACH OTHER AS KIDS ASW I CANT

user40 the definition of soulmates i can't

user41 PARENTSSS

user42 i need to find me someone who loves me the way charles loves y/n

yourusername in all realness though kika is my gf sooo idk what the caption is about buddy!

francisca.cgomes righttt?? 😘😘

charles_leclerc so should i change the caption orrr?

yourusername NOO i have to flex my relationship somehow 🤷‍♀️

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ponderingmoonlight · 5 months

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How JJK men react when you fall asleep on them

Pairing: Nanami x reader; Gojo x reader; Inumaki x reader (first time yay, thank you @emzalot and @trysudio for the great idea <3)

Word Count: 3,4k

Warnings: not proofread because I really have to go to work right now lol, a little language here and there, otherwise fluff overload, will write a part ll of this so if you wanna get tagged leave a comment and let me know. Also, I'd appreciate it sooooo much if you'd interact with this fic and showed some support <3

Kento Nanami

It’s been a hell of a week. Work swallows you whole, curses appear like plagues out of nowhere. This summer seems to be worse than any year before, worse than anything you’ve ever witnessed despite the stinging fact that you are a grade 1 sorcerer.

“When was the last time you’ve slept, (y/n)?” Satoru questions playfully when you walk past him.

You have no energy for his bullshit right now, feet shuffling on the floor without a real aim. Oh, but you do have an aim-

Him.

“Can’t remember anymore. Let me go home now”, you mumble, heart beating a little faster just by the thought of it.

Going home means meeting him. After weeks of being apart, after weeks of not really seeing each other, you’ll finally come back home to him. Kento Nanami, the best boyfriend walking on this earth. Kento Nanami, who was the one who forced Gojo to talk to the elders in order to give you a few days off. Kento Nanami, who is the only thing on your mind except for sleep right now.

“Come on, let me drive you home, (y/n). No need for you to walk that whole way”, Gojo suggests.

You can’t argue. In fact, you don’t even want to. Even the thought of sitting for a few minutes seems like a relieve at the moment.

“Your man was really mad when he found out you were assigned for another bunch of missions this week, threatened to slap me if I don’t talk to the elders”, the man next to you comments amused while starting the car.

Kento is a calm and collected man, never too much of anything. But when it comes to you and your safety, he seems to put on another face.

Definitely a hot one.

“I hope he slapped you anyway”, you reply with a weak grin, earning a heartfelt laugh from Gojo.

“Not yet, but let me escort you to the door just in case.”

He stops the car, your numb body refusing to get up. You just started to get comfortable, maybe you’re able to rest your eyes on the passenger seat for a second…

“Come on, you just need to walk inside. Kento already waits for you.”

“Did you drive her here?”

Oh, that sweet voice. That sweet voice you get drunk on over and over again, that voice that lures you into relieving darkness. Now you’re save. Now you’re finally able to rest.

“Hey sweetheart, are you alright?”

His comforting touch caresses your cheek gently, you can tell he’s gazing down at you worried. But as much as you want to lift you arms and finally embrace your boyfriend in a tight hug, as much as you are forcing your eyes to open and take in his striking sight, you simply can’t move.

“Let me carry you inside. You definitely need to rest now”, he mumbles.

Softly, he lifts you out of the passenger seat. You feel like melting away in an instant, the mixture of his masculine scent along with the warmth of his body being your personal heaven on earth. God, how much you love that man, how much adore that he stood up for you, that he lets you rest in his comforting arms right now.

“Thank you for helping me out”, Nanami addresses towards Gojo.

“No need for that. We’re buddies after all, right? And I don’t wanna get slapped by you. Good night, (y/n), sleep tight!”

As much as you’d love to bite back, your tongue is so numb you can’t even bring out anything apart from a minor groan.

Kento’s tall frame begins to walk, his tight muscles reflecting every little movement against your head. What a sensation it is, knowing that you’ll lay curled up next to him in bed within the next minutes.

“Missed you”, you mumble.

His touch brushes over your back comfortingly while he steps back into the warmth of your inviting home.

“I’m so glad you’re home again, sweetheart. But before you’re all mine, you have to catch up with your sleep. When was the last time you were able to rest?”

You can’t put a finger on it. Apart from a few short naps now and then, there was absolutely no chance to sleep for 3 hours straight within the last week. But telling Kento that definitely doesn’t seem like a good idea, not that you are able to build a straight sentence anyway.

“Don’t know”, you hush.

Gently, he lays you down onto your soft mattress. You curl up in an instant, taking in his scent inside the soft linen of your blanket. Oh, this feels like nothing but heaven. Especially because he positions himself next to you, pressing your back against his broad chest.

“Get your well-deserved rest. I won’t let something like that happen again”, he breathes against your ear.

“I love you, Kento. Thanks for standing up for me…”

His skilled fingers tuck a strand of hair that hangs in your face behind your ear before stroking your head just the way you like it.

“I will always look after you, (y/n). Now rest a little and tell me about the last weeks when you’re ready. I’ve already shopped for this evening, I want to cook your favourite meal for you. And-“

He stops himself from talking, your low and steady breath making it more than clear that you are already sound asleep. With a small smile, Kento tucks you into the blanket and presses a kiss against your forehead. Oh, how much you deserve to finally rest, how lovely you look with your relaxed facial features and your head completely swallowed by your pillow

“Sleep tight, I love you more than anything else, (y/n).”

Satoru Gojo

“No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

You can’t hold in a yawn, teary eyes staring at the man in front of you. That definitely was a rough mission. So rough that Satoru Gojo had to step in to save your puny ass. And if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, you can barely keep your eyes open. That fucking demon you weren’t able to exorcise all night, fucking Satoru Gojo who took forever to come to your rescue.

“I’m fine”, you grumble, avoiding his gaze at any cost.

Why on earth does it have to be him? Why Satoru Gojo instead of someone decent like Geto? Now, you’ll have to live with his stupid comments for at least some months.

“Baby, you look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Don’t call me baby”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Get yourself together, keep your eyes open. Why on earth are you so damn tired right now? Maybe because you were fighting the whole night, maybe because you haven’t slept enough for ages.

“Feel free to rest a little, this car ride will take us some time”, Ijichi interrupts softly, gazing at you through the mirror.

“I’m fine”, you groan.

God, why is everything so damn annoying at the moment? Your eyes wander to the man next to you who just grins from ear to ear. It’s because of him, that fucker over there.

“Don’t worry, I will take care if something happens”, he assures you.

Urgh, you are too tired to deal with his shit-talking right now. You turn pointedly towards the window, staring into the rainy late morning. What time is it? You have no idea. All that you know is that you’ve been awake for more than 48 hours by now, your body being completely worn out and covered in bruises. Maybe Shoko will give you a decent pain killer that shoots you into another dimension. Yeah, that actually sounds nice.

Satoru’s eyes lay on you, how your body gets sluggish in the car seat with every passing minute. Until your head rests against the window, until your heavy eyes get the best of you and your mouth opens. Yes, you were completely worn out by the time he arrived. And it is more than well-deserved that you rest now. But why do you have to look this lovely while doing so?

“Is she asleep?”, Ijichi questions softly.

“Oh she definitely is. No wonder after that hell of a mission. Please turn the music down a little so she doesn’t wake up.”

Even though you’re always act cold towards him, Satoru can’t help but admire you from afar. You are so feisty, so strong, so lovely it takes his breath away. It seems like the only time he’s even able to look your way properly is when you are asleep.

And he enjoys every second of it.

Ijichi makes a sharp turn to the left, eyes widen in horror when another car is only inches away from crashing into him. Before Satoru is able to react, your body crashes against his, your head now resting against his shoulder. He holds his breath, heart almost beating out of his chest. He never came this close to you, not without you complaining. From here, you look even lovelier, your steady breath brushing against his neck in a way that makes him see start.

But you don’t seem to mind. No, instead your arm wraps itself around his as you rub your head against his shoulder in order to find a comfortable position.

“Is she still sleeping? I hope this didn’t wake her up…”

“Nah, she’s asleep”, Satoru mumbles.

The urge to touch you becomes almost unbearable. How is he supposed to sit still when you are cuddled against him like this? How is he supposed to not stretch out his hand when your hair looks so inviting, when he wondered about what your skin feels like since knowing you?

A little touch can’t hurt, right? A simple, innocent touch…

Slowly, his trembling fingertip brushes over your cheek. It feels like electricity is running through his veins where his skin meets yours. You really are strikingly beautiful, even when your face is squished against his shoulder, even when your mouth hangs slightly open. And oh, the perfume you wear smells absolutely intoxicating. How is it possible he never realized how good you smell?

“Hello?”

He stares at you with his eyes wide open, movement stuck in its tracks while you blink away the sleep and gaze up at him in drunken confusion.

“Are we there yet?”

“No, we’re still on our way back”, he explains briefly.

You look around, the realization of where you are slowly but surely hitting you like a wall. Oh god, is this Satoru Gojo you’re resting your head on? And is it his hand that cups your cheeks.

“I-Im so sorry!”, you stutter, instantly lifting yourself up and stroking your hair.

Fuck, why is this so embarrassing? Even Gojo’s cheeks get light pink while he avoids your gaze, fumbling with his hands frantically.

“Nah I’m sorry. Should have pushed you back…”

You swallow hard, death silence hanging in the air. Even though you only slept for maybe 10 minutes, you feel like you haven’t had such a good nap in a long time. Was is because of him? Is it because you feel…safe?

“Your shoulder was quite comfortable”, you mutter before you can stop yourself.

“Yeah, you think so?”

“Somehow, yeah…”

Is Satoru Gojo maybe not as bad as you thought? He could have yanked your body back into the seat immediately if he wanted to. Hell, you wouldn’t have been able to even touch him if he didn’t allow it. So maybe, just maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought he does.

Just like you.

“Well, you can come over here anytime y’know.”

Your eyes dart towards him in an instant, looking for a single spark of dark humour on his face. But no. All he does is awkwardly smiling and patting his shoulder like he’s inviting you over.

Is this…Alright? Should you really do it?

“Your arm seems comfier than the window, so why not…”

Hesitantly, you loosen your seatbelt and slide into the middle seat right next to him. The warmth radiating from his body seems to swallow you whole in an instant, a yarn escaping you just by the thought of continuing your nap.

“Don’t you dare to tell anybody about this”, you mumble against his shoulder, eyelids already so heavy that you fail to keep them open.

“I will use this against you whenever I have the chance to.”

“Sato…”

Toge Inumaki

It’s hard to keep your eyes open when the old fart in front of you talks about his boring and made up adventures for over 2 hours by now. Not even the stinging fact that your crush is sitting next to you can keep you from holding your head in your hands, eyes slowly but surely closing.

Unexpectedly you feel a hand tapping against your forearm, ripping you out of your daydreams. Toge’s smile catches you off guard, sweeps you off the ground and almost off your chair. How embarrassing, did you really almost fall asleep while sitting next to him? Today was the first time you’ve had enough courage to ask him if he wants to sit next to you. How are you even able to be tired when he’s so close you can literally feel the heat radiating from his body?

With a firm smile, he slides a little note your way.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep”

You swallow, cheeks heating up in an instant. So he noticed? Oh no, earth should swallow you whole and get you out of this mess as soon as possible. Even though you can tell by his gorgeous eyes that he’s grinning, you can’t help but feel deeply ashamed.

“Thank you”, you mutter through gritted teeth, eyes darting towards the old fart in front.

Why didn’t you go to sleep early tonight, why did you read through all of those chapters when you knew that you’ll have a lecture early in the morning? That slow burn just really got you. Oh, but the main character reminds you so much of him. Him, the boy who doesn’t speak in anything but sushi ingredients in order to save all of you from getting cursed. Him, whose smile could enchant entire nations. Him, who stole your heart since you’ve joined Jujutsu High along his side back then.

But why do you have to make it so complicated, why do you have to act so damn strange around him? Toge must think you’re a total freak, always admiring him from afar while never really talking much with him. Even though he agreed on sitting next to you today, he might have done it because he feels sorry for you.

Your head sinks deeper and deeper, eyes closing themselves before you are able to stop them. When you get home, you’ll definitely finish that enemies to lovers story you’ve read all night. Maybe you’ll be able to be proud of youself for asking him out when you’re back in your room. And just maybe, you’ll be able to ask him out on a date sometime. Maybe stargazing? Or watching a movie together. Just the thought of cuddling with him…

Toge’s eyes dart towards you. Considering your slow breaths and how your head rests in your arms, you definitely fell asleep. Gently, he shakes your shoulder and back, taps your arm and slides a note your way.

“Tuna tuna”, he mumbles inaudibly.

But nothing works. No, your body doesn’t move an inch except for your head that searches a comfortable position. Slowly but surely, your head threatens to wander off the desk, sending you straight towards the floor.

His eyes dart around frantically. What is he supposed to do now? He can’t let the old man notice you fell asleep and risk that you’ll hurt your head. But on the other hand…

Touching you is something he imagined quite often. Since he first laid his eyes on you, it was over. Searching for you in every crowd, sitting next to you as often as possible, protecting you at any cost. Yes, Toge Inumaki fell head over heels for you.

But somehow it seems like you aren’t that interested in him, avoiding his gaze as good as possible, always mumbling short answers only. It surprised him when you came up to him today and asked him to sit next to you, his heart still beating out of his chest just by your presence. Would you be mad, disgusted even if he grabbed you, even if only to save you from falling to the ground?

He clenches his hands into fists, watching in horror as you begin to slide down your chair. What is he supposed to do?

In the matter of seconds, his hands grab your uniform just before you’re about to fall to the floor, catching you just in time and pulling your head onto his lap.

Onto his lap.

You are laying in his lap.

Oh god, this feels so right. No, he has to focus, what will you think of him when you wake up like that? And what will the others do when they catch both of you in this strange-looking position? His face goes pale in an instant, hands desperately holding onto your back so you don’t slide down. This is bad, very very bad. But on the other hand…

No, he can’t enjoy the fact that you’re laying in his lap right now, he can’t allow to let himself fall like that. You are asleep, it would be disgusting to use you like that. Especially when you clearly don’t like him the way he likes you.

He has no other chance but to wake you up.

“Sake”, he mutters along with gently tapping your shoulder.

“Sake.”

You don’t react. Instead, you cuddle yourself into his lap, arm now resting across his legs. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in and out.

“Sake!”, he hisses into your ear as loud as possible with somebody else noticing.

You jerk up, eyes darting around in confusion. What just happened? You must’ve fallen asleep. Urgh, that old fart is still talking…

“Tuna tuna?”

You blink at the boy next to you with doe eyes. He looks absolutely messed up, glossy orbs staring at you in pure horror. Oh no, did you do something embarrassing? Did you snore next to him? Or worse, did you drool?

Frantically, you wipe over your face. This is a nightmare and you’re still absolutely drained.

“I-I’m sorry”, you stutter.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just a idiot and went to bed way too late last night”, you blubber out.

Gently, Toge grabs the arm that is about to wipe over your face again mid-air and slides another note your way.

“You look cute when you sleep. Would you like to have a movie night when you’re fit again?”

You stare at the neatly written note with widen eyes. This can’t be real, right? Your crush didn’t just ask you out after you passed out on the desk during lecture. It’s like your tongue is stuck in your throat, mouth not able to move. This is way too good to be true, something you’ve dreamt about each and every night. Toge, having a movie night with you?

He stares at you nervously, how you blink over and over again in sheer disbelief. Oh no, was this a mistake, do you think he is a freak for asking you out on a movie night just after you fell asleep? What if you know that you laid in his lap, that he touched you without permission? This was a stupid idea, you made it clear multiple times that you aren’t interested in him like that-

“I…I’d love to”, you suddenly mutter so silently that Toge almost misses it.

“Salmon?”

“Yeah…I mean, if you’re still up for a meeting…”

“You two, will you shut up already? I’ll remove you from this class if you keep on talking!” the old man suddenly screams so loud that you flinch, sitting straight in your chair in an instant while your eyes dart towards him.

Toge shoves another note your way.

“I’m really excited about meeting you.”

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hadesoftheladies · 2 months

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actually, I DID have gender dysphoria as a teenage girl without being exposed to anything about it on the internet, on top of "racial dysphoria" and body dysmorphia

there were points I DID want to kill myself because i wasn't, or bleach my skin or change my body, i would have done anything to be a white boy at one point

which is both sad and funny to me because i remember two of my then good friends explain being enby and transgender to me and me being like "that doesn't make any sense" and it's because of trans-discourse we eventually broke up. the closest i ever got to accepting trans-ideology was transmedicalism with weak support for "queer" culture. i did not understand pronouns, but i understood dysphoria. but i did not understand how one could be a man or woman without the sex characteristics.

how did i heal?

one, i left church. that was one of the places i was most scrutinized for my physical body. two, i distanced from my parents, especially my mom. who often made my ocd and body-image worse (not because she was mean, but because she was always fretting about "decency"). three, i focused on bettering my personal space. writing, reading, watching my comfort shows, getting the focus off me. four, i started eating better, and my body became less burdensome. i stopped getting horrible period pain. five, i surrounded myself with self-confident women and stopped trying to resurrect toxic friendships with girls and boys (especially boys). started eliminating each toxic friend and focusing my efforts on healthier relationships. six, i'd started educating myself on my own history, watching and listening to more black and African people. even when i didn't enjoy what they made or resonate with it, i found i appreciated the experience and could allow myself to hate or love whatever i found.

by the time i discovered radical feminism, this was like, the final step for me: consuming women-centric literature and media. this was HUGE. i'd see paintings and photography of women in all shapes, colors and sizes. i'd listen to master musicians, read women philosophers, anthropologists, etc. this started mending a lot of what caused initial disquiet when it came to my dysphoria or dysmorphia.

basically, i took myself out of bad environments (especially those which force you to scrutinize every detail about yourself, like social media, i took long breaks from that), drew boundaries with people i couldn't get rid of, learned about myself (ocd, dyscalculia, anxiety, female biology) so that i developed understanding and could empathize, stopped centering men and white people.

now, while there's still a hint or trace of dysmorphia and dysphoria, it doesn't plague my life. it's like the occasional itch. more of a mild temptation to go down a dark hole than an actual threat. and i've learned how to handle those.

i learned the root of things. not just my history, but the root of how society worked and how it affected me. and i'm still learning, and my life is still improving.

so yeah, girls and women going through this is normal and common. anyone who is used to who they are being shameful is more at risk (like gnc lgb kids), but you can recover. usually better if you get out of the places that are making you sick.

#mine #radblr #dysphoria #dysmorphia

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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮!

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: Pile 1 with the candy heart & Pile 2 with the cherry lollipop!

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Use your intuition to pick a card and/or a yummy treat that calls to you most, then scroll to the bottom underneath the read more and find your pile(s) to receive your message!

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: take what resonates, leave the rest of what doesn't & don't force anything if it doesn't fit your situation, keep in mind that energy and outcomes can always change & nothing is forever set in stone, you have free will in every choice you make !! keep in mind that this is a general collective reading so the messages here may not apply to everyone. as a general message: my readings are for entertainment purposes only and don't replace professional medical/legal/business help. feedback and a review after a reading is given, whether public or private, is obligatory. you can do that by reblogging, dming or emailing us privately on the matter. if you do not provide this, you will be added to my greylist and won't be given anymore readings, free or paid, until you give feedback which you can fill out in the form listed down below. keep in mind it's more than okay to pick more than one pile if you feel you have messages in other piles but for this reading I'd suggest just picking one! don't just leave this in the likes, reblog and support your tarot readers, my time and labour aren't for free. while it isn't necessary, if you'd like to tip, my paypal's below. I have personal paid readings available which you can fill out the form below so tips, bookings & feedback are highly appreciated considering i plan to do this for a living!

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Pile 1: You have The Lovers & Two Of Cups! Ooh... your person's thinking some spicy thoughts about y'all and if y'all are going to partake in intimate activities, they're gonna wanna cuddle you afterward, especially if y'all are already together! They REALLY wanna feel you, Pile 1! What did you DO to this person?! LOL While this isn't inherently a NSFW/18+ tarot reading, if the literal depiction of The Lovers is anything to go by, they may be into kinky stuff or maybe even BDSM, I'm getting voyeurism or maybe you yourself, Pile 1, are into voyeurism & public sex, for some of you. No kinkshaming here if any of this applies to you and/or your person !! Some of you may be in an interracial relationship and some of you may have tan or dark skin and have dark hair. I'm getting some of you reading this may be Latina. For a few of you I'm getting sex magick may be involved here in magickal rituals. The Two of Cups are my soulmate/twin flame card so either of those labels may resonate with you. This person has very deep, fiery and passionate feelings for you, Pile 1, whether you know them or not, whether you're with them or not, although I'm getting that for most of you, you know exactly who this person is, whether you're with them or not. If you're reading this by the time this post drops, your person may want to be your valentine this year, and if you're not together with this person, they may ask you out.

You got: "I imagine you naked", "I meant what I said", "I just wish things were different", "I am addicted to you", "I dream about you a lot (too much...)", "What do you want?", "I can't stop thinking about you", "I'm so attracted to you", "I love you unconditionally", "I want to be more than friends", "I look for you everywhere" & "I'm starting to understand our connection". Oh man that's a lot of spice and passion, WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR PERSON PILE 1?! Oh my g-d ehehe! That just further proves my point that I think this pile is predominantly for those who're already in a romantic and or/sexual relationship at best & maybe for some of you may be friends with benefits but that'll only apply to a few of you!

The number 6 could be significant to you or alternatively something could be happening in May, the 6th month of the year. Gemini rules The Lovers so that could be significant to you, whether you have those placements or someone else who's important to you does, maybe even your person but it doesn't have to be. Gemini season ( May 21st-June 21st ) in the late spring to early summer could be significant. The Suit of Cups rule the Water element so Cancer, Scorpio & Pisces may be significant to you, you may have those in your placements or someone you know may have those placements. Honestly, this one is really on the nose, so if this applies to you, especially if already you're with someone romantically and/or sexually, I'm& really happy for y'all and wish y'all the best in the romantic ( & sexual if that also applies ) department, have fun, y'all !!

Pile 2: You have The Empress & Queen Of Cups! Pile 2, you are SLAYING and your person thinks so, too !! The color pink may be significant to you. A feminine energy may be significant (it doesn't necessarily have to be a woman!), whether it's a mother, a sister, a girlfriend, an elderly woman, an ancestor of yours or maybe even a feminine deity who wants to reach out to you, although I personally think The Empress may represent you. The Empress showed up in a previous reading of mine yesterday so you could be returning from Pile 6 if you've read my previous reading, and if that's the case, hiiii, welcome back! The Queen of Cups represents a lot of love to give and emotional maturity and I think that applies to you, Pile 2. I need you to know that there's nobody in this world like you. OOF! Y'all made me dress all glowed up in my black dress for this pile! You yourself may be inspiring others to glow up, too! The Empress represents all the Queens in the minor arcana combined (again, you don't have to be a cis woman, anyone of any gender can have this energy!) so your person may think you're emotionally and financially mature while also being fiery in your own way and if that doesn't resonate, you very well might be on your way to becoming that potential, to that I say if that resonates, keep going in that energy, it'll take you far! You could be in your divine feminine energy (everyone has this energy inside them regardless of gender, sex, orientation or presentation!) and stepping into your own personal power and your person may like that a lot about you. Maybe you weren't always that way and you had to fight for what you had. I'm getting that a lot of y'all in this pile may either be single and looking for love, recently broken up with or in separation with someone right now, mostly because I'm taking the interpretations as literally being on your own as the cards depict and that's the vibe I get so I'm going to divide this up.

For my singles, you may or may not know who this person is, but if you end up meeting this person, this person will adore you through and through. For all my people who've recently got out of a relationship, your person may have regrets about losing you, very much a "you don't know what you have till its gone" type of situation. And, honestly, if your cards resonate with you I gotta agree here, they really didn't know what they had til they lost you because you seem like the kind of person who gives all of themself into a relationship and it's never fun feeling like you've been taken for granted! Believe me, I've been there! I feel called to say this because I feel that someone needs to hear it, but regardless of whether or not you want to get back together with this person if you're broke up / separated, you're a wonderful individual, Pile 2, and how someone treats you doesn't define you or your worth as a person!

You got: "You already know", "Have I lost everything?", "Please give me time, I've never felt this way before", "This love scares me", "I am terrified", "What do you want?", "I couldn't let you get too close to me", "I know that I crossed the line with you", "I remember every detail of that day", "I hope that you can forgive me one day", "My life is not as together as it seems" & "I wish I had treated you better". Yeah... yeah, this person has a lot of regrets losing you, Pile 2. For most of you I'm getting that this is some type of ex, but for a few of you I'm getting this may have been an ex friend. Maybe they said or did something that seriously hurt your feelings, I'm getting the feeling they may have stabbed you in the back in some way, but whatever it was, they seemed to have crossed a boundary with you and whatever it was it deeply hurt you. I'm really sorry, Pile 2, I know that's rough. Maybe they may be keeping a mask on or are trying to keep you at a distance for whatever reason, whether it's pride or they're trying to get over a past lover, I'm getting for some of you this may be a past karmic partner they may have had in the past. Maybe your person wasn't ready for the amount of love you gave them. Maybe this insecurity stems back from your person's childhood. If they do put on a mask and act like they don't give a shit, that's total bullshit and I'm telling you that right now. Your person has a lot of regrets in how they treated you and you very may well be the person that got away for them. This person deeply adores you and wholeheartedly regrets losing you and they may want another chance, especially if you were together. Just know that you should never put your life on hold for anyone, Pile 2, even if you do still love this person. If it's meant to be, it will be, and you both have free will here in this seemingly very complicated situation. If you decide to walk away from this connection, that's also just as valid, you're not obligated to let someone back into your life if they've caused you a great deal of pain and heartbreak. Whatever you choose, that's entirely up to you.

I've said this in the previous reading but the Earth element rules The Empress so that may be significant, so Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn may be significant to you, and Venus rules The Empress and for some of y'all I'm getting that Aphrodite (Hellenismos) and/or Venus (Religio Romana) literally may be wanting to reach out to you to work with you if you don't already. The number 3 may also be significant, so something could be happening in March as its the third month of the year and as I'm posting this the month after this month, alternatively, the 3rd of a month may be significant, or something could be happening in 3 days from now, or weeks or months, but I'm getting for y'all it's likely 3 days. The Suit of Cups rule the Water element so Cancer, Scorpio & Pisces may be significant to you, you may have those in your placements or someone you know may have those placements. That's all I have for you for this reading, thank you so much for being here and have a lovely day!

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faulty-writes · 10 months

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Hey uh I dont know if you can but I'd love it if you made bakugou or some of the mha boys with a wednesday addams reader? like the one in the netflix show, use female pronounces thank you love<3

[ Hello dear Anon. So I decided to make this into a headcanon request and used three of our boys. I hope you like it. To be quite honest, I'm a fan of the original Addams Family television series from 1964, but I do love how Wednesday is portrayed in the Addams Family movies. I haven't actually seen the Netflix show, but I will do my best to combine all the knowledge I have regarding the Addams Family into this. ]

The dark and mysterious nature of you caught his attention at first, but your honesty and confidence drew him to you as well. As a girl, it was uncommon to be interested in the macabre but that was why he saw you in a different light than the damn extras he knew.

Unlike most who might see him as an angry broken boy and feel sorry for him, you loved the scent of misery and anger on him. He was a source of chaos, a source of chaos that sought to help others at all costs. But more so, he was a God who held fear in place. You had never been afraid before meeting him, and it was that fear that you loved most about him.

"Yeah, you think that'll work babe?" He enjoyed the provoking and in-depth conversations he could have with you. Although, they mostly revolved around his quirk and how he could improve his tactical skills on the field. Of course, he appreciated your violent descriptions of what you wished he could do to others, including how he should keep any blood he spilled on his person until you could see it.

"Tell anyone about this and I'll blast your damn face off!" While you seemed to enjoy threats like this, you knew that despite his explosive nature, he appreciated your emotional support. The fact that he could cry around you and show his vulnerable side was new to him and something he would need to get used to. Still, being cradled in your shadow of darkness away from the rest of the world brought him comfort.

Being a hero was once the most important thing to him and victory was the only thing on his mind during training. But over time, you consumed his thoughts. He found that you were the most significant thing to him and he wanted to be a better hero for you. Everything he did was to prove he could continue to be the one you could always look up to.

Your sense of adventure led you to do unusual or unorthodox things with Katsuki when you were free. "Yeah, you can hold my hand if you're scared babe," he'd repeatedly tell you when the two of you explored abandoned places around Japan or embarked on a haunted house tour. Although you always refused the offer, at the end of the night your fingers were interlaced. It was an odd feeling, but you never wanted to let his hand go.

He noticed your compassionate nature when you sat down next to him one day, he assumed it was because you had seen he was sitting by himself. Despite your uncanny appearance that drove most away, the fact that you held such concern for others that were misunderstood or discriminated against is something that he cherished.

"I can't b-believe how much information we just learned! T-This is amazing!" Izuku was the only person you thought was tolerable when he talked and scribbled in that small notebook of his. In addition, you enjoyed the conversations you had with him which usually involved heroism and morbidity. Unlike most, he accepted your interest in darker things and often asked you questions regarding your villain analysis.

"Yeah, I g-guess I've always felt different even when…when I got my quirk I s-still felt like I d-didn't deserve it." While the two of you could have conversations about your life experiences, sometimes the conversations got dark and frankly you loved it. Being able to dig into Izuku's mind and bring out his inner darkness only made you feel more connected to him.

While you didn't care what others thought of you, if anyone spoke badly about Izuku you'd often threaten them with the most morbid, most gruesome descriptions of what you'd do to them if they didn't stop. While Izuku appreciated how protective you were of him, and how you were always ready to defend him whenever necessary, he apologized on your behalf to the people you threatened.

On the other hand, you always encouraged Izuku to embrace his own strength and stand up for himself. You'd even explain the dangers of conforming to a society that should bend to your will. But deep down you knew he could show everyone what he was truly made of. In return, Izuku encouraged you to explore your own potential even if it was a touch too dark for most.

Izuku enjoyed keeping detailed notes about your quirk which was similar to Sir Nighteye's but with one small difference, you could see the past and the future when touching someone or something. Unfortunately, your quirk was one of the reasons you refused to be physically affectionate with Izuku, that is until he requested specially designed gloves to be made for you.

From the beginning, he immediately noticed the intriguing qualities that made your presence immaculate, as well as your guarded nature and limited attention to others. He grew fascinated by you, a beautifully morbid girl.

Your fashion sense was perplexing yet charming to him. "To clothe yourself in such a style from an era vastly different from our own is quite extraordinary!" he'd praise. Your Victorian-inspired wardrobes usually included chokers, fishnet stockings, and combat boots. Tenya could not help but remain in awe and stare at you whenever you entered the room, despite knowing staring was quite rude.

Tenya enjoyed that you shared his values regarding intellectual pursuits, although your conversations varied across different subjects. His favorite thing to discuss with you was literature. While he fell more on the academic side of it, he admired your knowledge of the darker aspects of literature like Grimm's Fairy Tales or Edgar Allan Poe's work.

While the two of you had different hobbies, you shared a love of acting. Whenever an opportunity came to put your acting skills to work during training exercises or a play Yuuei High put on, you went off script and implemented the use of fake blood during any death scene. This usually terrified the audience and your fellow classmates and angered Tenya who always screamed, "Clean up this mess at once!" At the end of the day, he accepted your eccentric taste.

Tenya respected your unique and unconventional date ideas, although he was still slightly uncomfortable whenever you insisted on having a picnic or taking a walk through the graveyard given you usually wanted to do this during the evening. He would grow protective and continuously urge that the two of you needed to be back on Yuuei property before curfew.

You and Tenya had an unusual sense of humor. Tenya didn't understand most jokes, and when he tried to tell one it fell flat. In addition, he hated when others laughed at him and often scolded them unlike you who held a dark sense of humor and whose jokes regularly made others feel uncomfortable. Still, he always tried to find some sense of comedy when you told your jokes even if they were inappropriate at times.

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Insufferable Arsehole (When In Rome) Part 10 - Step Into Your Skin Instagram AU

A/n: hello everyone, I'm back with another insta au, I've changed the format up a little bit and added some colours, think it makes it easier to read but let me know what you think...

If you haven't read this series so far, here are the links, any support would be greatly appreciated, I truly do love you guys so much.

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @theoriginalwhatsername (if you want to be added please just drop me a message 🫶🏼)

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thisislou:

thisislou well then... 😍

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trumanblack don't feel like tagging me love?

↳ thisislou dont want you getting any more attention, you're mine ❤️

↳ trumanblack that I am ❤️

bedforddanes75 I miss you both

↳ thisislou miss you more

rass1975 Rome looks good on him

↳ thisislou that it does 🫠

thisislou:

thisislou I'd stay with you here forever, you with those dark eyes and darker hair, the epitome of beauty, you put Adonis to shame, with the way you paint my brain, with everything that is you, you with those dark eyes and darker hair. The epitome of beauty.

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trumanblack I love this

trumanblack I love you

↳ thisislou I love you more Healy ❤️

bedforddanes75 that's pretty

↳ thisislou thank you bestie 🫶🏼

charli_xcx hot... Wish you'd write these things about me

↳thisislou are you flirting with me Charlotte?!

↳ charli_xcx I will if you keep using my full name

rass1975 this is cute

↳ thisislou we miss you 😔

thisislou:

thisislou breaking news ‼️ I'm never leaving Italy.... Let's just stay here forever @trumanblack

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trumanblack okay ❤️

bedforddanes75 umm no?

↳ thisislou you and @charli_xcx are here all the time anyway

↳ charli_xcx @thisislou still mad that you stole our wedding destination

↳ thisislou omg stop we didn't get married!

rass1975 na please don't, please come back, I happen to like you... And he's alright I guess

75fan love the way Mattys just straight up like sure

thisislou:

thisislou Rome on film @trumanblack

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trumanblack happiest with you ❤️

↳ thisislou adore you ❤️

mynamesmia okay... Cute

charli_xcx you're glowing... So happy for you

carly.rh love this ❤️

mattyloustan why would I not be surprised if they just went to Rome to elope?

↳ the1975updates omg don't bc Matty got her initial tattooed on his ring finger and Charli keeps dropping hints

↳ mattyloustan HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?!

↳ the1975updates she posted a picture on her story of them and you could see it 🥹 I posted a screenshot of it on my page

the1975updates:

the1975updates THIS!!!

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📍the1975updates Lou liked the post guys brb just crying 😭🫶🏼

↳ thisislou @the1975updates you're the sweetest... I can promise you all we didn't get married though

75fan omg I swear to God they could not get any cuter

loufanpage he's so whipped it's adorable

ilovemattyxlou I can't deal 😭

fan1 on his ringer finger too?! that man wants to make a wife out of her

fan3 "All of those dreams where you're my wife"

↳ the1975updates now that's just unfair

fan4 I swear they've gotten married... I just know it. And in Italy too? Fucking cute

↳ fan3 check Lou's comment bb

trumanblack:

trumanblack I love you with all my heart

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thisislou I love you so much

bedforddanes75 my best friends

rass1975 okay but... I just got a bit emotional looking at this.... I'm so fucking happy for you

1975adam so proud

charli_xcx can't deal 😭🫶🏼

thisislou:

thisislou see sometimes I look like the type of girl you'd take home to your mum... 📸 @trumanblack

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trumanblack my pretty girl

↳ thisislou yours ❤️

charli_xcx an absolute angel

bedforddanes75 pretty best friend

rosetintedglasses and other times you look like an absolute fucking rockstar who writes songs about fucking your boyfriend

↳ thisislou damn fucking straight

↳ loufanpage I fucking love this 🤣

the1975updates Matty is so whipped... Sharing this to his story... "My girl" I'm not crying you are!

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#the 1975 #matty healy #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty the 1975 #matty #matty healy imagine #matty Healy instagram au #insufferable Arsehole matty healy series #ross macdonald #george daniel #adam hann

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chronic-escapixt · 6 months

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His Rose ~ Details

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, dom/sub dynamics, abuse, murder, childhood trauma (mentioned). Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

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This fanfiction is born from my dissatisfaction with the way Kai was criminally underutilized in the TVDU. Honestly, I found him annoying at first, but he grew on me as season 6 went on. Thru Chris Wood's charming performance, Kai stole the show for me. I'll never forgive the showrunners for a lot of things, including underutilizing Chris Wood in this role & not allowing this broken king to have a real redemption arc.

On the topic of the showrunners, I'll never forgive them for how they did Bonnie Bennett or the Bennetts in general with how they were limited to magical plot devices for everyone else's use without any appreciative focus on their power & how it could really benefit them. Even though I love Bonnie & Kai, my otp endgame for her has always been Bonenzo, but I also adore Klonnie ❤️.

My AU changed and added plenty of lore around his coven & certain events. The plot follows the life of Bonnie's younger sister, Rosalina "Rose" Bennett-Ruiz. I go on to describe her below, but I'd like to state that she acts as Kai's antithesis as an innocent, fledgling witch. She's also Bonnie's support system. I always hated how the show often ignored that Bonnie lacked family around her that were unconditionally there for her. Bonnie's mom left when she was small, she lost her grams in season 1, and her father was a non-factor in her life until he returned... just to get killed off in front of her.

I wrote Rose & Bonnie's dynamic keeping in mind everything I hate about older sibling/younger sibling dynamics, like the one between Buffy and Dawn in BTVS. Bonnie deserves family that consistently supports her, encourages her to prioritize her well-being, and actually tries to lessen the existing load on her shoulders.

Another thing I kept in mind when adding Rose to my TVD AU is not to have her replace or take away Bonnie’s space in the plot. Now, I do give her Bonnie's plotline of being sent to the prison world in season 6, but this is essential to the story, and the way Bonnie was treated that season made me so sad that I have no problem taking traumatic experiences from her (of which she has more than enough) and giving them to Rose.

Okay... if you made it through my rant, congrats. I also want to offer my inbox as a place where anyone can offer up requests, scenarios, ask questions, even if you want to roast my cruddy writing... my inbox is open.

🌹Rosalina "Rose" Bennett-Ruiz:🌹

Born: March 18th, 1994 (18yrs)

Gender: Female | Height: 5’1” | Hair color: Brown | Eye color: Hazel

Race/ethnicity: Black and Latino/Hispanic

Species: witch (Bennett)

Titles: Rosy (Kai), littlest witch (by Kol), kid (by Damon)

Characteristics:

Rose is a gentle and kind-hearted person, always looking for the good in people and situations. She can be a people pleaser and she’s naive and overly trusting, often seeing the best in everyone and believing in second chances.

She highly values family, so bonding with Bonnie means a lot her. Due to her naivety and weakness, she can be easily manipulated and taken advantage of. Like Bonnie she’s compassionate and tends to selflessly help others. Struggles with powerful spells because of her insecurity in her magical abilities

She enjoys singing, gardening (honing her nature-based magic, making potions & studying herbology), sewing and cooking (she bakes when she’s anxious)

She has a strong aversion to blood & violence so spending time with vampires took a lot of getting used to

Trilingual: fluent in Spanish & Portuguese

Despite her demure demeanor and virginal innocence, with her stuffed animal collection, enduring love of cartoons and a lack of dating, she harbors the secret desire to submit herself to a powerful dominant

Background:

Family: Bonnie Bennett (half-sister), Jamie Ruiz (half-brother), Abby Bennett-Ruiz (mother), Matteo Ruiz (father 🕊️), Sheila Bennett (maternal gm🕊️)

Rose was raised in Summersville, North Carolina. She was a child model until 13 when her father tragically died. She was the captain of her high school majorette dance team. Her life drastically changed when Bonnie arrived on her doorstep.

Rose was 16 when she & Bonnie would finally meet. Bonnie and Elena came to Abby for help with a spell. Rose was shocked to find that she had an older sister as Abby never mentioned Bonnie or the life she left behind in Mystic Falls. She was even more surprised upon finding out about her magical bloodline and that supernatural creatures walked the earth. Unlike Grams, Abby never mentioned magic throughout Rose’s life and even went as far to suppress her magic with a charmed necklace

After Abby is turned by Damon, she decides to leave her family to learn control and find peace as a fledgling vampire. Rose moves to Mystic Falls with Bonnie where she learns magic from her.

Magic doesn’t come naturally to her. Admittedly having a 50% accuracy rate with her spells. She struggles with her confidence & focus when chanting and spells drain her much quicker even when she tries channeling the energy around her. Despite this, Rose is determined to improve, valuing her one-on-one time with Bonnie and spending late nights on her own practicing & memorizing spells. She is determined to use her magic for good, prove herself and lessen the load on Bonnie as the resident Bennett witch of the group.

Her role in the Mystic Falls gang is the “Bennett witch in training” or “the bringer of baked goods” (according to Damon), since she often supplies their gatherings with fresh pastries. Everyone underestimates her power, even Bonnie. She tries to keep Rose out of danger unless she can’t help it.

🔪Malachai "Kai" Parker:🔪

Born: May 9, 1972 (22yrs)

Gender: Male | Height: 6'0" | Hair color: Dark Brown | Eye color: Blue-gray

Race/ethnicity: white/non-Hispanic

Species: siphoner (Gemini Witch coven)

Titles: abomination, black sheep, the defective twin (his coven)

Characteristics:

Charismatic with a charming smile. Upon meeting him, his charisma operates as a façade to hide his lack of empathy and his sadistic tendencies

Can be hard to read but that’s because he struggles with expressing his emotions which stems from his abusive childhood. He’s cold and relatively unfeeling with people, but once he lets someone in, he’s fiercely loyal and protective.

He can be observant, calculating and manipulative to taking advantage of someone and get what he wants

He’s a sassy man, often comes back with quick quips and has a natural sense of humor (typically dark humor)

When he’s comfortable, always yapping, has no filter and sucks with certain social cues. After being alone for nearly his whole life, will talk anyone's ear off without realizing they are not willing to listen

Kai can siphon all of a witch’s magic without killing them. He controls how the process feels - at its worst, a fast searing burn to a slight tingle. Overtime, a witch will regenerate their magic

High libido!!- He’s starved for touch and affection (though he would never admit that he needs anyone). Sexual desires reflect his sadistic personality as he enjoys dominating another person through absolute control and pain infliction

He likes raunchy comedies and media with half-naked women such as Bay Watch and MTV videos. A major foodie with constant cravings for sweet and salty snacks. He prefers snacking throughout the day but when he does bother to cook, it’s really good

He is fluent in old Latin, often found in grimoires and other ancient texts. Time allowed him to hone his knowledge of witchcraft and technique

Background:

The Parker family is the head of the Gemini coven. Its patriarch, Joshua Parker is the coven leader. Kai is the eldest child, being half an hour older than his fraternal twin, Josette. Unlike Jo, Kai was born without the ability to generate his own magic, instead siphoning magic from lingering spells, objects, or other witches. When he was young, he would naturally gravitate toward the magic of his sister, so Joshua quickly decided to physically isolate Kai from everyone for fear of his son's "defect" hurting others.

As fraternal twins born of the coven leader, Jo and Kai would be set to merge on their 22nd birthday, where the winner takes the other's magic and coven leadership and the loser dies and is absorbed into the other but with the risk of Kai's siphoning ability giving him an edge in the merge, Joshua and Viviane continued having kids until she birthed another set of twins that would merge instead.

Kai's upbringing was lonely, spending most of his time locked in his bedroom up in the attic. Following his father's lead, most of his family excluded and demonized him. As he grew, Kai learned to internalize the cruel labels they gave him. If they wanted a monster, they would get a monster and on his 22nd birthday, May 9th, 1994, he would finally act on his boiling rage and resentment toward his family, unleashing the hatred he accumulated through a lifetime of torment onto his siblings when Jo refused the merge. To protect the twins, she would relent to merge with him but the coven was waiting and with the help of Sheila Bennett they banished him to a prison world of complete isolation.

Each year that passed only added to his hunger for revenge, left with nothing to do but plan his escape and seizer of coven leadership. He grew to take pride in what he had done to his siblings and his status as a sociopath capable of killing anyone who gets in his way without remorse.

AU-Specific Lore:

Prison world Lore:

The prison world resets with the eclipse every 3 months.

Time works differently, so no one ages throughout their time there.

The prison world cannot create life so the only living inhabitants are those sent there or arrive via ascendant.

Kai is linked to the prison world so he can’t die. If something kills him, he’ll be out for a while depending on the damage but the magic will heal him back to life. Without Kai, the prison world falls apart so while he’s there, it sustains his life to sustain itself. Once he leaves, it ceases to exist.

The Ascendant - an ancient device created by the Gemini coven and a Bennett ancestor that only responds to a living Bennett’s blood and magic. The ascendant is sensitive to magic in general, so even when the spell is done right, it will activate then fall apart. You only have one chance at the time of the eclipse to correctly do the spell, which Kai knows from experience because early on he tried collecting a vial of Bennett blood that he hunted down in a hospital and using Josette's magic he siphoned from a hidden dagger. Disappointment boiled over into rage when he did the spell beneath the eclipse, the ascendant disassembled, but he was not transported out.

The Gemini Coven Lair:

Exists as a non-physical location where the coven keeps ancient texts, grimoires, enchanted items (talismans, gems, ascendants, etc.), and materials for spells & potions

Infinite space that can be utilized by the coven leader: often includes a space for magic instruction, a library, spell casting, a gathering area for the coven, etc.

Accessed only by portal, which is summoned by a spell entrusted to high-ranking Gemini members

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"Chthonic Ascent" (#6 in my Orpheus and Eurydice series) “The poet of Rhodope received her, and, at the same time, accepted this condition, that he must not turn his eyes behind him, until he emerged from the vale of Avernus, or the gift would be null and void. They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near to the threshold of the upper world.” (-Ovid, Metamorphosis,) So now Orpheus has the daunting task of ascending all the way up and out of Hades on pure faith alone that his Eurydice follows behind. Surely this is a test of faith for the poet. The gods are well known to play tricks upon helpless mortals. Doubt nags at his psyche with every step. He so badly wishes to turn and see his love. To make sure. No. He must carry on, up, up, further up. All the way to the surface. He must believe. ***I wasnt completely sure what to discuss or expand on with this scene in my commentary. Perhaps other parallel situations in greek myth where a god gave a mortal a faith based task? I also thought of Joseph Campbell's heroes journey and the ascent out of the belly of the beast for the hero. Any thoughts or suggestions would be appreciated. As always thanks for looking! If you can share this image I'd appreciate it. I'd even bring you a cup of river styx water up to the surface! :D xoxo. A very sad and dramatic scene coming next :( stay tuned!

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last twilight finale time for me and i'm going to jot my thoughts as i go and just post it altogether bc i don't want to fill the tag w nonsense to excess so lets go

4 minutes in and i'm already pissed off. 3 years my entire hole, ugh. where's that meme of a woman putting a toy out of a child's reach? i'm the woman the child is p'aof and the toy is fucking time skips

so glad mork got to fulfil his five minute dream of being part of the exploitative tourism sector decimating hawaii. cool love that for him, it's definitely better than finding healing through love and support or whatever

i hope they had fun with the mork porjai implication bait and switch, because night walked through the door and my only reaction was: well obviously -_-

and here's the man himself! aof why are you doing your stan lee cameo in THIS ep of all eps. you could have photoshopped yourself into the last twilight mountain scene like the teletubbies sun and i'd have been less fucked off w you right now

okay but i'm never too bitter to appreciate a nice little bookshop. this is cute. i hope the shelves have braille indicators or smth. would have been cool to see some practical accessibility considerations - evidence of what day has learned and how he's letting the ladder down for others. also where's his white cane? i thought he was finally using one?

the lighthearted tone of this flirting...i am being gaslit. rubbing sugar in my wounds doesn't feel any better than salt hey

i do love watching porjai get the full princess treatment though, she deserves it

their "adult" conversation over cake has me so weary. don't explain how you want me to interpret this narrative thanks, i'm a big girl with some, nay, muLTipLe brain cells. you can tell me it was all about mork pitying day and day not liking to be pitied, but i don't like being told what to think. it's a disservice to these full, multifaceted characters to turn them into informed-storytelling puppets

porjai is my ep highlight so far for real. namtan, the actress that you are and the beauty that you have in the bridal get up. nightporjai are so dark horse special to me. THIS. THIS is what i wanted for mork! to do the growing and the healing IN SUPPORT AND WITH LOVE TO STAND FIRM FROM AGHHH, not on the arse end of america for no reason at all

ah, the classic romcom airport dash, except i'm mad lmao butWAIT PORJAI DOING A GRIFT FOR LOVE SHE IS THE EP HERO!!!

oh christ. oh christ they're not are they?

no they are...oh my god. oh i'm. i've written this whole thing pissy over the relationship thing i didn't even. oh my god. i'm heartbroken.

"the worst page in my novel" i'm. i actually feel a little sick. how horrible. what an absolute reversal. they waited until the last 15 minutes to make my worst fear on seeing the very first trailer come true, they waited until my guard was down

to all my disabled buds out there, wherever you fall on the spectrum of weary to deeply hurt by this narrative decision: your happy ending is in no way reliant on you someday "getting better". you do not have to "get better" to be whole, to be worth loving, to find meaning and joy in your life. you are not incomplete.

this is so busted. i'm so incredibly disappointed by this turn. they cocked this up massively, i need to go make mashed potatoes bye

#last twilight #liomsa #no lol i'm tired now for real

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missmaywemeetagain · 2 years

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Pink Scarf - PART 15 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Mentions of Blood/Miscarriage/Medical trauma. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: The ANGST is real, y'all, and I'm not letting you off the hook after Part 14, sorry! This one was a beast to get out of my brain and the block was real for so many reasons, but we made it! It's here! Just so y'all know, this part is very much a bridge to all the crazy stuff that is to come. Reader is going through it and taking all of us with her. And I promise that more smut is coming (if you are only here for that, you horny animals! LOL). Please make sure you read the trigger warnings for this part because there are some sensitive topics that carry over from Part 14!

Thank you for being so patient while I got this out. Unexpected life crap/emotions/writer's block killed me on this one, and I SO appreciate you hanging in there with me! I rewrote the beginning of this part no less than four times, and FINALLY it clicked so here we are! Hooray! Thanks for helping me get through this!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there!)

No!

The scream catches in your throat as you wake with a start, clutching your belly in a panic, your heart pounding against your ribcage so hard you feel like it is attempting to flee your chest. It takes a moment to figure out where you are. The night is warm and the sky is vast, and you are so far up you feel like you’re still dreaming.

“Baby, are you okay?” Elvis sits up straight in his lounge chair and turns to you. You can see, or better sense, the concern in his eyes, even in the darkness. This sends a shiver of recognition down your spine as your dream (or is it a memory?) flashes back to you in fragments. His eyes are older now, but the look remains the same, feels the same.

“I..I..I…” you stutter, shaking your head, unable to be coherent. No, you are not okay. Looking down, you half expect to see blood pooling between your legs, but thankfully there is none. You feel stuck in the haze between reality and dreams, or reality and what you are afraid might actually be the past.

You feel like screaming, but the impulse sticks in your throat, strangling you.

There was a reason, you think, that you never remembered that horrible night from nearly a decade ago. That you’d only been able to piece together snippets of what really happened from vague accounts of the people you’d been with that night. Elvis, in particular, had been purposefully scarce on details.

And you had been fine with that, truly not wanting to relive your trauma in any way, shape, or form. You’d even been grateful when the doctor told you it was normal for your mind to protect you from your near-death experience, that you might never remember the details of that night, and you determined the memory loss a blessing.

When you’d woken in the sterile hospital, drugged and dazed, the doctor told you’d had an ectopic pregnancy, that the baby—no, the “fertilized egg,” he’d said—had gotten stuck in your fallopian tube instead of your uterus. Unfortunately, your fallopian tube ruptured as the baby grew, and you had massive hemorrhaging, nearly dying in that skating rink. They were able to do surgery and stop the bleeding, but the baby was gone, and you were told it never would have come to term.

It was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. The grief and heartache, the disappointment, the feeling like an utter failure that your body had betrayed you in such a way. No, you were fine not remembering the details. You’d wanted to forget all about it. It didn’t matter to you that the specifics weren’t there, that not everyone’s stories lined up or made complete sense. You just wanted to push it all away.

But now…this dream felt so incredibly real, at least the parts that you remembered. As dreams do, it begins to fade, leaving only a few missing puzzle pieces that start to slot into place. Desperately, you try to wipe it all away again, but it’s too late. You are trying to convince yourself it had to be a dream, that the flashes you are remembering (or more so feeling), couldn’t have possibly happened that way. Except many of the parts you do remember are true and really happened: Elvis’ coming home, how you’d been so inexplicably enamored with him, and how he'd been so concerned he’d done something to hurt you—all of that was real.

But the night of the Rollerdome is where things get choppy. Those parts of the dream are still but snippets and feelings, overwhelming ones at that, and you have no memories to compare them to. Could it be that you lost the baby and almost died in Elvis’ arms after he’d come to your rescue when…when…something else happened? You can’t grasp why he’d needed to come to your rescue or what led up to being in his arms on the floor—it all slips through your fingers like water through a sieve.

God, but the pain you are remembering right now…it is all so much worse than you’d imagined.

It’s like you can sense it happening all over again rather than simply remembering, your belly cramping and lightheadedness threatening your vision. The frantic panic of fearing the worst pours through your veins now almost as it did then. I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe.

Then there was Elvis, pulling you into his lap; you can feel the terror he tried so unsuccessfully to hide, how obvious it was in the shaking stutter of his voice as he was doused in your blood. Then, it fades again, leaving you with the distinct feeling that something important (other than losing the baby) happened on the floor of that roller rink, but it disappears into the ether before you can lock on to it.

“…Oh, God, don’t—”

All of it is too much, all at once.

You are barely conscious of the tears pouring down your cheeks, and you awkwardly stagger up from the lounge chair you’d fallen asleep on while traveling to the moon and the stars. Just you and me and the moon and the stars…You feel dizzy from getting up too fast, from the physical memory of it all and you sway, but your body overrides it with the need to flee, as if you can outrun the past.

“Hey, hey, hey! Honey, what’s happenin’? What’s wrong?” Elvis asks, confused, leaping up, grabbing your shoulders.

You tear yourself from his grasp, staggering for the door that will lead you off the roof and hopefully out of this hell your mind has sought to drag you into. Nothing makes sense. You feel trapped in a daze of psychic and physical pain, none of which is helpful or wanted. All the peace from your moment with the moon and the stars has evaporated in an instant. You reach the door and yank it open.

“Y/n, stop! Wait just a damn minute!” he says firmly, pulling you back to him, his cold rings digging into your forearm like chains.

“Elvis, let me go! You have to let me go!” you shout, trying to break free, but his hold on you is fierce. “Oh, god, I can’t do this,” you gasp, barely able to look at him.

You know you are being unfair to him in your reaction, but you feel betrayed. Betrayed by your body, betrayed by your mind, and betrayed by him, all at once. All logic is lost.

“Can’t do what, honey? I don’t understand what you’re goin’ on about,” Elvis asks in confusion, and you can tell by the roughness in his tone that he is frustrated but is trying to be patient with you. You don’t blame him. You must seem out of your mind, having a breakdown every other minute you are with him.

A deep part of you feels absolutely mortified at the entire situation. You’d had no idea that it was Elvis who’d found you and that something so horribly personal and tragic, your worst failure, was laid out before him so vulnerably. And to think he never mentioned it again makes you both grateful and angry. How could an experience like that be brushed under the rug, like nothing ever happened?

Suddenly all the beautiful bouquets of flowers he sent from afar in those weeks after it happened start to make a bit more sense, as does the distance that started to grow between you two. You had originally blamed it solely on him having to leave right away for Florida (he hadn’t even been there when I’d woken up in the hospital), then it was all the recording he’d needed to get done, and then just like that, he was out in Hollywood filming again. And when he was home after that, you remembered, he did not seek you out to spend any one-on-one time together. Now you wonder if he’d been purposefully avoiding you, and that makes you feel both offended and embarrassed.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to breathe somehow while still feeling like the world is closing in on you. The way your heart beats so quickly drives you to escape, but Elvis’ grip is like a vise, anchoring you to the spot. Everything hurts—a long-buried grief radiating through you like a tidal wave that has been held back far too long. Its icy flood consumes you, tightening your chest, and the healed scar on your belly feels like it’s being ripped open.

Finally, you say with shaking breaths, “I had a terrible nightmare. Or…or a memory, I’m not quite sure which…It felt—feels—so real, like it’s happening all over again.”

“What? What’s happening all over again?” Elvis asks with concern in his azure eyes.

“The baby. The night I lost the baby…god, there was so much blood. It was awful,” you choke out. “Were you really there? Was it you who found me, who held onto me?” you ask frantically, looking up at him for answers, for confirmation.

If you weren’t so consumed by the overpowering feelings rolling over you, you might catch the fleeting panic that flashes across his face before that unreadable mask he’s so carefully crafted over the years takes its place.

“What do you remember?” he asks evenly, calmly.

“Well, I…it’s all jumbled, flashes really. Being at the rink. Then suddenly blinding, horrible pain,” you grimace, arms wrapping around your abdomen, “and then I’m in your arms, bleeding everywhere, and everything gets distant and cold and numb and terrifying. And then it all fades away,” you whisper, looking at him for any sign of the truth of it.

You almost think you see relief in his eyes (why?), but it’s only for a second and then is gone. “That’s what you remember?”

You nod.

He continues, “Yeah, it was like that. I found you, baby. I held you until help got there. It was…awful,” he shudders, those almond eyes of his clouding, the memory obviously affecting him in some way.

“I…almost died,” you breathe. Of course, you logically already knew this to be true, but that was before you remembered how it felt.

“Yes, you did,” Elvis replies solemnly, his eyes churning with emotion, bringing his thumb to your cheek to wipe away the tears you have forgotten are falling.

“It hurts. Here. Now. I don’t know why,” you whisper. Though the pain has ebbed some, it still is intense, overwhelming. Perhaps it is because something about it still feels unfinished and hidden from you, like you are still missing some integral piece. You look at him as though he can give you the relief you so desperately seek, and you can’t help but feel that he is keeping something from you based on the look in his eyes.

“I don’t know either, but you’re safe now,” Elvis says, pulling you into him. He thinks he is good at shielding his emotions from you, and maybe he used to be, but now, after everything that has happened this past week, you can sense the turmoil beneath the softness of his pretty features. It sets you on edge. Enough secrets have been kept from you at this point in your life to recognize the signs, even if only intuitively.

Standing there on the roof, he rocks you gently, and the burning pain in your abdomen begins to subside, but is quickly replaced by unease, a rock of it forming in the pit of your stomach. Something is amiss and you can’t put your finger on it, but it has something to do with that terrible night. And with Elvis.

You watch him carefully as he leads you to the stairs, gingerly, like you might shatter into a million pieces. While you indeed felt that way only moments ago, worry and curiosity wind their way through your mind as you grasp at pieces of quickly-fading memories, searching for something, anything, that supports this intuitive feeling in your gut. You do not find it.

However, as you come back into his darkened suite, you are reminded of the fact that you should not be here, that your husband must be wondering where you got off to. It is nearly dawn, and you aren’t in your room.

And, oh dear lord, all the yelling and the noise that you and Elvis made earlier must have been overheard. Suddenly you are nauseous.

“Elvis,” you say, clasping his forearm in a panic.

“What, baby?” he looks at you, confused, concerned.

“We made a lot of noise earlier…”

A slow, wide grin spreads over his face, but that almost predatory darkness from before lingers in his eyes. “Oh, honey, I sent everyone away after that little stunt of yours in the bathroom with Jack,” he laughs, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He still isn’t happy about that.

Relief washes over you at the fact that your escapades remained private, although, you don’t know exactly who “everyone” is because his Mafia members were never too far from their master.

The unease is back, snaking through your mind. “I have to get back,” you say, “Jack must be wondering where I am.”

“He’s likely in the casino, and you, my dear, went back to Sandy’s room and fell asleep there.” The lie falls off his tongue so easily, and while you are grateful for the excuse, this ability of his gives you pause as you find the remnants of your clothes strewn about the room.

Everything feels off. It’s as though your dream-memory has exposed something, but you cannot put your finger on what, only that something about Elvis is itching at you.

Something important.

Your mind and your insides are still reeling from everything this night has entailed and uncovered. You shakily dress and try to clean yourself up before having to face the world outside of Elvis’ private suite. Between the wildly intense sex and the jarring memories your sleep unlocked, you are exhausted and wonder how you can possibly process any of this and still present “things as usual” to the rest of the world.

Finally ready to head out the door, Elvis stops you. “Wait,” he says, spinning you back to him and pulling you close. His luscious lips brush yours so sweetly, with such yearning, as if he hasn’t had you in nearly every way already tonight. You melt into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palms, the warmth of him solid and comforting. You forget all your doubts and questions for the moment, unable to focus on anything but the pillowy softness of his gentle kisses and the way his strong hands cup your jaw and pull you to him. The man has you fully under his spell, and right now, as his tongue laps at yours, you do not care about anything else.

When he pulls back, you whine at the loss of him, and being him, he senses your need, and gives you a cheeky smirk.

“Later, darlin’, I promise,” he says, brushing your cheek. “I want you backstage again tonight, okay?” It’s less of a question and more a gentle command.

You nod, getting lost in those endless blues of his. Then you shake yourself off and head out the door, shutting it quietly behind you in your best effort to sneak out, your mind beginning to whirl again the moment you are out of his presence.

Lost in a fog of thoughts, your focus is on the ground, so when you collide with another body in the hallway, you nearly jump out of your skin, flying backwards and catching yourself before you tumble to the ground.

“Well, shit,” a familiar voice intones slowly and with surprise as you look up.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Red.

Your eyes go wide as saucers as your brain tries to scramble up an excuse of why you’d be coming out of Elvis’ suite at this hour looking as you do, and you quickly realize that there is no other plausible explanation. Your mouth opens then closes aimlessly. And the smirk on Red’s face makes it quite clear that he understands the situation fully.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage as you stand frozen like a dear in headlights. This is very, very bad. Jerry is one thing—you have no doubts of his loyalty to Elvis and keeping his secrets. But Red, he is quite a different situation. He is loyal to Elvis, to be sure, but for a price. And he is friends with Jack and has been since the beginning. You had never taken to Red—something about him always irked you, but it was never truly an issue before this moment.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” Red tsks at you, a nasty gleam in his eye, “Now what kind’a trouble you been gettin’ up to?” It’s obvious he knows exactly what kind.

You finally find your voice. “Red,” you say in what you hope is a warning but considerate tone, “I’m sure we can both just forget this ever happened. We wouldn’t want to upset anyone.” There’s no need to say their names, you both know who you mean. But your voice is too shaky and even you can’t take yourself seriously.

“Hmm, maybe,” Red ponders infuriatingly. You want to wipe that smug look right off his face.

You both stand there staring for a minute before you finally straighten yourself. You desperately want to turn and go back to Elvis to plead with him to drop Red off somewhere in the middle of the desert, but you know E needs his rest and this conversation can’t happen now. So instead, you square your shoulders, dread pooling in your stomach.

“Excuse me, I have to be going,” you say a little haughtily.

Red just laughs, “I bet you do, sweetheart.”

The endearment is anything but, coming out snide instead. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Finally, you break the tension and push past him, trying to keep your gait steady and unhurried, when all you want to do is to sprint to the door. But you make it without doing so, holding your breath the whole way. Once in the hall, you pound the elevator button multiple times as if that will make a difference in how fast it arrives. Then you feel like you can breathe again, once tucked safely and blissfully alone inside the car, heading down.

You don’t trust Red. Not one bit.

Panic rises up from your stomach, an acidic, bitter bile. This is exactly what you’ve been afraid of. You can feel the rickety foundation of your lies begin to sway under your feet. Not only are you feeling unmoored because of whatever your dream-memory unlocked about Elvis that you can’t pinpoint, but this hits you where it hurts. You reap what you sow, and you have been sowing quite a bit.

All the doubt that Elvis washed away with his gentle kisses mere minutes ago comes back to hit you full force. You must end this, you’ve got to, and you know, oh god, you know it will break your heart, but you cannot live anymore with this fear that is eating you from the inside out.

You were never meant to be this person. You are not special, certainly not special enough to warrant true love from Elvis Presley. You are just a housewife from Tennessee whose husband is a liar and a cheat. You were bored and now you’re in over your head.

Get out. Run, as far away and as fast as you can! your mind screams at you. God, you can’t breathe. For the second time today, you feel as though the air has been stolen from your lungs and like the ground is crumbling underneath your feet.

You are not strong enough for this. You were not made for lying and cheating and sneaking around. The weight of it all feels untenable as you knock on Sandy’s door.

When it opens, she doesn’t even say a word. One look at you and she’s yanking you inside.

“Red knows,” you eek out before she has a chance to say anything.

“Shit,” she curses and brings you to sit down on the bed. Then she steals away, and you hear water running.

You don’t realize you are shaking until she hands you the glass of water and it nearly spills all over your dress. You gulp it down, suddenly parched.

“What the hell happened last night?” she finally asks, after you’ve downed the glass of water and manage to take in some slow breaths. “You disappeared with Jack,” she says with a wrinkle of her nose, “and then Elvis looked like he was gonna lose his damn mind and kicked everyone out, but you were nowhere to be found. Then, Jerry called and told me that if anyone asked, you were with me all night.”

Setting the empty glass on the side table, you put your head in your hands. “Oh, Sandy, I feel like every decision I am making is insane. I don’t even recognize myself.”

Sandy just looks at you with expectation in her eyes, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Elvis and I had quite an…argument about me being with Jack. And then we had crazy, hot sex, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” you sigh and Sandy grins like an idiot. “Then he took me up on the roof to look at the moon, and I fell asleep and had this horrible—well, it was a nightmare, but I think it was actually a memory I repressed. Oh, it was awful.”

Sandy looks at you quizzically. “A repressed memory? What do you mean?”

“Well, you know I can’t have kids…but way back in ’60, I had an ectopic pregnancy that resulted in me miscarrying and almost bleeding to death on the floor of the Rollerdome,” you ramble out, the water you just drank making you feel sick to your stomach.

“Oh my god, hon, that’s terrible,” she says pulling you in for a hug.

“Obviously, there are reasons I don’t talk about it, but also, I didn’t remember any of it. The doc said my brain did it to protect me from the trauma. Until this morning, I didn’t have any idea of what really happened. But now…I had these flashes, these glimpses, of the horrible pain. It was like living it all over again. Like I could feel it happening, San,” you say, clutching your stomach. “And what I didn’t realize was that Elvis was there for all of it. He was holding me and watching me die. There was blood everywhere.”

“Jesus,” Sandy breathes.

“And he never told me that he was there! How could we go through something like that together and him not say a damn word? And I swear something else happened, something he’s not telling me. I just feel like he’s hiding something about it, something I still can quite put my finger on,” you add rapidly.

“Well, honey, maybe it was traumatic for him, too. And I’m sure he didn’t want to make you relive all that,” Sandy says reasonably, patting your knee.

“That makes logical sense, San, I know it does, but it’s not just that, I’m telling you…I’ve been having these dreams, these memories, come up since being with him, things I am just now remembering. I don’t know,” you shake your head, frustrated. “It’s like a puzzle that is missing pieces and I just can’t quite put it all together.”

“How can I help, hon?” Sandy asks, her eyes comforting and kind.

“You’re doing it, babe, by just listening,” you say, squeezing her hand. “So, when I woke up from the dream, E seemed closed off about what I was telling him. I mean, he confirmed he was there, and that he’d held me, but I could just tell he wasn’t letting me in on everything. I feel like I’m noticing just how well and how easily he seems to bend the truth to suit his needs, and now I’m doing it, too,” you say, ashamed.

“And how does Red fit into all this?” she asks, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, god, yeah. I literally ran into him coming out of Elvis’ room. You should have seen the smug look on his face, San. I am so fucking screwed,” you sigh, flinging yourself back on the bed.

“Just tell Elvis! He won’t let Red get away with anything,” Sandy points out.

“I won’t see him until tonight, and by then, everyone might already know!” You look at Sandy frantically, pleadingly. “I feel crazy, and I hate all these stupid emotions! Jesus, who even am I anymore? Am I this woman who lies and cheats and hides things, not just from everyone, but from herself, too?”

Sandy looks at you, pausing as she seems to gather her thoughts. “Have you thought that maybe, just maybe, you are finally breaking free of everything that’s been holding you back? That you are just scared of all of this because it’s new and different and a risk? Before this last week, when was the last time you even took a risk, y/n? When was the last time you actually allowed yourself to really feel anything? Hon, you’ve spent so much time pushing down everything that you are and could be because of Jack and what you think you have to be for him. Maybe all this is just you becoming…you. Making decisions for yourself, ones that make you happy,” Sandy says with the love only she could give you.

You choke back a sob, “But who I am is an awful person, Sandy. I can’t seem to do anything right. I’m a liar and a cheat, which is everything I hate about Jack. I’m stuck in this dysfunctional marriage that I’m dependent on, and I was the reason we couldn’t build the big family we both wanted. I’m in love with someone I have no business being in love with, a man who is so utterly beyond my reach, who could never love me the way I need him to. I…God, I can’t even trust my memories!” Your utter heartbreak at everything aches through your chest, a painful reminder of everything you lack. Shaking with tears, you curl into a ball.

“Oh, hon,” Sandy says gently. She grabs your shoulders and hauls you up. “Look at me.”

You force yourself to meet her gaze, tears leaking from your eyes.

“You have to stop beating yourself up, baby. You’re not perfect, none of us are, but you are certainly not an awful person, not one little bit. You are full of love and kindness and talent, and you’ve put yourself last for so damn long that putting yourself first feels wrong to you,” she says so matter-of-factly that you have no choice but to listen.

“But I’ve made such a mess of things,” you whimper.

“Yeah, well, Jack pushed you to it, hon. And Elvis, well, he’s Elvis, and resisting that man takes a fortitude of will that not many women possess. What I’m saying is, this is not all on you.”

But you still feel like a powder keg about to explode, all your anguish and self-doubt clawing its way out of you, ripping you to shreds along the way.

“No, no, no. I have to…I have to end this,” you shake your head, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. It feels like hell.”

Sandy purses her lips and gives you a look. “Did you even listen to a word I just said, hon? Let me make it clearer for you: You love Elvis. You don’t love Jack, not anymore. Leave the fucker and go be with the man you love, guilt free! Jack’s a big boy, he’ll survive.”

She makes it sound so easy, but it is anything but, at least to you, and you’re the one living it. “I can’t, Sandy, I can’t just do that! I’m dependent on Jack, who is dependent on Elvis. Without either of them, I have nothing. No job, no money, nothing. So tell me what happens when E gets tired of me, huh? Then I will literally be out on the street, Sandy!” you yell.

“God, you are just determined to be miserable, aren’t you? So determined that you are blind to the obvious!” Sandy shakes her head in frustration, then takes a deep, calming breath before lowering her voice to continue, “I can’t make you feel that you are enough—only you can do that, hon. But you are. You are enough for me, and certainly enough for Elvis.”

“You don’t know that, Sandy! Besides, Elvis is keeping shit from me, too! And I haven’t been enough for Jack for a long time!” you holler.

“Fuck Jack, y/n! Fuck him! He’s not worthy of you, not the other way around. You have to start to see that, hon!” she yells back, her cheeks reddening.

“None of that changes the situation! Red knows, and you and I both know he’s gonna make trouble, and it’s gonna all blow back on me. I’m trapped. I’m trapped in all of it, my marriage, this affair, the lies, this fucking insane world of Elvis’! I can’t…Fuck this shit,” you say, standing up, every nerve in your body flying on a horrible roller coaster than you can’t seem to get off of.

The only solution you can see is to remove yourself from the equation.

“I’m gonna say goodbye to Elvis, to Vegas, to all of it. I’m leaving on the first plane out of here tonight,” you say with finality, standing up. It makes you feel like you finally have some semblance of control over your life.

“Y/n. I don’t think this is the solution you think it is, hon—” Sandy starts.

“Look, I appreciate everything you are trying to do here, but I’m the one living this, not you, and it feels like hell right now. I need out. I’m going home,” you say harshly, swiping the tears off your face. It’s like you are pulling a steel door over all the turmoil you’ve been feeling, shutting out the pain so you can do what you should have done days ago.

You don’t want to relive the trauma of your miscarriage or remember all these fleeting and confusing moments with Elvis anymore. You don’t want to think about what Elvis is hiding from you, because you just know it’s something important and you can’t take another man you love lying to you. You don’t want to see Jack. You don’t want to completely upend everything you’ve known for the last fourteen years. You don’t want to be in love with a man who could never truly love you back the way you need him to. Because they never do.

And your heart aches in every way—for the baby you never met, for the man you used to love, and for the man you love now—it all radiates through you like poison, threatening to cripple you. You can’t stay like this. Anything to escape these horrible feelings, this seemingly unending wave of fear and uncertainty.

Sandy looks at you resigned and disapprovingly, shaking her head. “Fine. You do what you gotta do. But running away ain’t gonna solve anything.”

The hell it won’t.

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Speaking of threesome, I think a Joyuriz one would be fantastic for someone like me who is a fan...

Bias Wrecker

IZ*ONE's Jo Yuri x Kim Chaewon x Choi Yena & Male Reader

First off, I'd like to apologize to the anon who requested this. This was one of my first ever requests and I feel so sorry I haven't touched the draft in a while. Please know that I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, and that I always will appreciate your support.

First draft edited by @worldsover ! Thanks to @brokennightmares01 for helping me continue this and beta reading!

"I won! I won! Holy shit, this is the best day of my entire life!"

You swear that you could break the floor of your apartment because of how roughly you're jumping up and down. Hell, you could feel the floor shake just by your leaps of joy, and if they were any louder, your yells of "I won! I won! I won!" could crack the windows just like that.

You have woken up to find out that you have become the luckiest man in the entire world.

There, on the bright laptop screen, is one golden e-mail from Off the Record Entertainment, the subject line being "Congratulations! You have won a fancall with…"

You've just won a video call with your favorite K-Pop idols: Jo Yuri, Kim Chaewon, and Choi Yena.

You open the e-mail, still not believing how you could have possibly been chosen to win it. Maybe it's a scam? Some cruel joke by an internet troll?

But no, it was sent from Off the Record entertainment (verified check mark beside it), written in Korean and English. You read the e-mail word for word:

"Congratulations, Wiz*One!

You have won a video call with IZ*ONE's newest subunit: Joyuriz! Jo Yuri, Kim Chaewon, and Choi Yena all thank you for your constant support towards them.

Please prepare a working device (cellphone, laptop, desktop etc.) with strong Wi-Fi connection on April 29th 20** at 9:00 P.M. KST.

See you there!"

You read it again, just for good measure. Then a third time to ensure the email wouldn't just disappear from your screen like magic, and a fourth time to just think about your sheer luck.

You dance around in your apartment, screaming out celebratory yelps without any thought of your neighbors. You simply couldn't wait to see your favorite idols. You just couldn't wait.

----

Do you know the feeling of wishing for something so badly that whenever you pray for it, you promise all sorts of things?

"God, if I get this I'll never ask for anything ever again."

"The day I achieve that is the day I never complain again."

That's what you feel like. Except for everything you have prayed for has already been granted. You did not actually think you'd win; you had only hoped you would after purchasing a few albums for yourself and your friends. It was a good thing you did not set your expectations so high.

Your stomach is tight with excitement. You have already opened your laptop in your living room, black earphones and a charger plugged into it. Having logged into the site recommended, it is only any minute now that you finally get to call them.

You place a hand on your chest. Your heart pumps against your hand quickly like a drum being beaten. You hope that when you finally meet the threesome, they wouldn't hear your nervous and excited heart.

Okay… you got this.

Something flickers on your screen. You refocus your attention on it again, and find three almost identical girls grinning widely at you.

Oh my god, you think. This really is the best day of your life.

Jo Yuri sits in between Choi Yena and Kim Chaewon, beaming at you from the other side of the screen. You're glad you have good internet connection so you can see a high quality girl's smile in high quality.

You smile back at Yuri. This might be one of the few moments in life wherein you have smiled genuinely.

"Hello! Hello, Wiz*one!" Yena yells excitedly, waving at you. "What's your name?"

These girls are genuinely stunning, even when they are only wearing minimal makeup and white t-shirts. Chaewon has her dark blue hair down that brushes the blades of her shoulders. She has a cute cheeky smile while Yena has a mischievous one. Yuri is in the center, her own ash blonde hair in pigtails, sharing both of their features.

You state your name in stutters. Yena—or is that Yuri? Oh wait, Yuri is in the center—laughs at your nervousness playfully, and tells you to calm down a little. But how could you when all three women are drop-dead gorgeous?

"Ohh! Cute name!" Yuri enthusiastically shows you a thumbs-up.

Chaewon rolls her eyes at her."You're just saying anything."

"Be quiet, Chaewon! He's cute!"

The blood rushes to your cheeks. Jo Yuri—the Jo Yuri—has just called you cute. Another reason why this is the best day of your life.

Chaewon squints at you to see you better, then slowly smiles. "He is!" She places her cute face on her hands and props her elbows on her knees. "You're so cute, oppa. Or are you younger?"

"Older than Chaewon by a month."

"He's an oppa!" Chaewon declares victoriously. She pumps her fist in the air.

"Be proper, Chaewon!"

"I am being proper, Yuri—I mean, Yena." Even Chaewon can't tell them apart sometimes.

You laugh a little at the three adorable girls arguing back and forth. You've only seen their playful bickering in their variety shows, and now you're given the opportunity to actually share these moments with them. This is every man's dream, and you're living it.

You talk to them. You talk to them as if they were your actual friends, and you can see they enjoy having you do so. You compliment them on the great album, earning a smile from Yena; Yena was the one who produced all the songs in it. You talk about how the choreography is so fitting to each of the songs, and look very easy despite each being difficult, earning red cheeks from Yuri; she made the choreography for each song. You tell them how the album cover is one of the prettiest ones you've ever seen, earning a happy giggle from Chaewon; Chaewon participated in the graphic design for the album.

Three really talented women who are also jaw-droppingly beautiful. What more could you ask for?

A lot, it seems because—

"Can I ask you guys a question?" you interrupt them briefly.

"Anything!" they chorus. Their adoring faces scooch themselves closer to the camera.

"How do you do fanservice so well?"

That is actually a genuine question. Later, you would say you did not mean for it to lead to so many things at once. But it is a blessing to you anyway.

You have always wondered how weird it must be for managers to tell these women that they must kiss and queerbait for people to be interested with them. If it were any other job, it would be even weirder. Just imagine a Walmart manager telling two employees to make out for the customers in fruit aisle 2.

Very weird!

Thankfully, the girls give you a sincere and honest response.

"Welllll," Chaewon replies, tapping her chin. She looks deep in thought, as if the question has never occurrred to her before. She shrugs. "I actually don't know. What do you think, Yena?"

"I don't know. He asked you. Of course, since you're so pretty and soooo talented."

Yena's words drip of sarcasm and jealousy. Her arms cross themselves over her white shirt.

Chaewon tilts her head to the side like a puppy. "Wait, why are you upset?"

"Well, if you didn't stare at him like you wanted to suck his cock while his mother watched maybe I wouldn't be so upset, would I?"

The harsh words cut through the air like a knife, killing the giddy mood and leaving all of you deathly silent. You are as equally taken aback as Yuri and Chaewon, who stare at Yena with genuine shock written across their faces.

What the hell? you ask yourself. Are they… are they fighting over you?

Yena is a cheerful and cartoonish girl to anyone and everything. Even the fans know that. Why is she being so aggressive now?

Chaewon is the first to dare break the silence. She puts an end to it with a sarcastic little laugh of her own.

"Oh my god," she finally replies, slapping a hand to her mouth. She slides it back down her lap. "I can't believe you're jealous. You're jealous that oppa likes me best!"

Wait, what now?

"No, he doesn't," snaps Yena sharply.

"You see the way he looks at me! You like me best, oppa, don't you?"

You're confused. Why are they fighting over you like this?

But you must admit: three gorgeous girls fighting over you is kind of neat.

"Answer me!" Chaewon demands. Her foreignly harsh voice makes you scramble to an answer.

"I, I like all of you equally," you stammer as the situation escalates further.

"That's not an answer. Which one!"

"I'll—I'll have to go with you."

Chaewon bounces up and down triumphantly. You try not to look, but as she does, you can see her small boobs bounce along with her movements. "Ha! You see? Oppa likes me best!"

Yena smirks. "Nothing a little fanservice can change."

Before Chaewon could come up with a proper snarky response, Yena suddenly grabs Yuri's face and pulls her close. The younger woman squeals in surprise, but her eyes slowly shut as her duplicate seals the little distance between them with a kiss.

Wait, what the hell is happening?

Your eyes widen to the size of pizza pepperonis. Is this real? Or is this another one of your dreams that seem too good to be true?

Pinch your arm to be sure. Your nails create stinging marks on your reddening skin.

Oh my god, it's real.

Soon, soft moans and sighs are heard through your earphones. Your mind urges you to unplug your earphones and click the red "end call" button at the bottom of the screen, but your greedy eyes just keep looking at the scene unfolding in front of you. You couldn't stop staring as Yena's plump lips leave light pink kiss marks on Yuri's neck, and the latter's small hand slips underneath her unnie's shirt to get a good squeeze of the ample tits.

You keep asking yourself if this is a dream, but you know very well it isn't. Might as well make the most out of it.

Your hand trails down to your crotch. You palm the growing erection slowly, licking your lips as you watch Yena rid herself of her hiked up shorts and unbutton Yuri's as well.

Yena turns her sultry gaze to the camera and winks at you. "Do you see now how I do fanservice so well?" she asks.

You sigh. The throbbing of your dick restricted by your jeans is getting more urgent. "Definitely."

"So who do you like more now, oppa? Me or Chaewon?"

"Alright, that's enough!"

You are surprised that Chaewon is even there; you have been too focused on Yena and Yuri undressing and making out with each other that you have forgotten that Chaewon is there. Maybe the fanservice did work.

Chaewon joins the duo by quickly discarding her own shorts, throwing them somewhere in the room. Maybe in the corner? Or did she throw them on the cabinet? Wherever she threw them doesn't matter; what you are focused on is Chaewon crashing her lips with Yena's duck-like ones, freezing the rapper's movements. Though surprised, Yena quickly recovers by kissing back enthusiastically with her hands tangled in Chaewon's hair.

They make out as if they haven't just fought. Yena's caresses on Chaewon's blue hair almost seems loving. Chaewon's hand holding the other girl's waist rubs patterns on her hip to test the sensitivity in the area. Clearly not enough, so she switches her touch to Yena's thighs. Once she feels the sighs vibrate against her mouth, she knows she's gotten the reaction she's wanted.

"Mmph, unnie…" Yuri whines when she is left out of the love-making. The adorbale pout is definitely enough for the two older girls to give attention to her because the next whine that is heard from her is one out of pleasure.

Chaewon wraps her legs around Yuri and gently bucks her hips towards hers. Yuri gasps loudly, legs locked around Chaewon's hips as the main vocalist starts to dry hump her crotch with only her panties on. Although there is still the barriers of clothing holding them back from feeling the real thing, it makes her so undeniably wet. What also gets her so aroused is the way Chaewon's lips engage in a sultry making-out session with Yena, running her hands down Yena's sides and groping her butt.

Your breath is constantly hitched in your throat while your unblinking eyes stare at the threesome actually engaging in a threesome. You take a look at how soft Chaewon's thighs look now that the shorts don't cover them, and how they curl around Yuri's shapely hips so she could properly scissor her. Your ears take in the heavenly sound of Yuri's moans while your lips hunger for a taste of Yena's ducky lips the way Chaewon is able to have.

This is just like a wet dream come true.

"Oh... oh my god," sighs Chaewon. Yena's lips have stopped kissing her now and have switched to her milky neck. Chaewon's eyes would have rolled to the back of her head in pleasure if she didn't want to take a look at you first. And when she speaks, her voice is brittle: "O-Oppa, it feels so good..."

Those words will stay with you forever. Just with those hooded eyelids and the weakness of her voice, Chaewon has easily ranked up on your bias list.

"Fuck, unnie, I want to feel the real thing." Yuri makes sure to threaten Chaewon's position on the list when she needily bucks her hips higher. "Can I take off my shorts too?"

"Of course you can." Chaewon gives you a knowing look. Her eyes catch your erect cock standing in the air. She licks her lips. "Let's give oppa the best fanservice he's ever seen."

Chaewon pauses her scissoring for a moment to let Yuri take off her shorts. Once they slide off her leg, you are able to see the pretty white panties that Yena's fingers sneakily crawl on top of to rub at the flint clit. Yuri's voice cracks when she moans, her legs closing around Yena's hand so it can further stimulate her erogenous area.

"Hey, not so fast, Yuri-ya," Yena scolds, quickly pausing her movements. "You can't just make me do all the work."

"But unnie, I need it!"

"I'll only give you what you want if you eat me out well, okay?"

The needy Jo Yuri nods quickly. She's quivering from head to toe, willing to do anything just to feel the heat fire up her core again.

And so Yena plants her own core on Yuri's mouth. Yena quivers a little at the feeling of the subunit's youngest member licking at her center with her wet, pink tongue. Wiggling her ass back and forth into Yuri's face, Yena holds up her end of the bargain by rubbing Yuri's clit above her panties. Your earphones are invaded by the blended sound of Yuri's surprised moan and Yena's gasp of pleasure.

Chaewon then presses her own pussy in between Yuri's legs. The wetness is surprisingly abundant, shocking her for a moment, dripping on the floor and on her own pale skin. The slick wetness makes it easy for her to rub against it.

She sways her hips once, then twice. Just two movements makes her hungry for the addicting pleasure. She ups the pace of her movements, causing the heat to spread from her feet to her whole body.

"Oh fuck, Yuri-ya!" The hot feeling that Chaewon easily seeks out from rubbing her and Yuri's nubs together is enough to make her blush. Her legs tighten around Yuri's waist as she holds on to one of the vocalist's raised legs. "You're so fucking wet!"

Yuri whimpers helplessly as Chaewon begins to scissor her faster and Yena's hands start to tweak her nipples. She wants to squirm from the pleasure, but the weight of Chaewon's legs on her waist and Yena's pussy on her face keeps her pinned to the floor, essentially making her a little fuckdoll for her unnies to use.

Loud girlish moans combined with slick squishing corrupts your formerly virgin ears. Your eyes are wide in disbelief, almost as if they can't comprehend how a videocall led to your three biases having a three-way for you. It's almost like a wet dream no pinch can wake you from, or more similarly, a special video in the incognito "hub" you'll always try to find.

You start to jack yourself off. All the guilt leaves your mind for having wanted to fuck these girls—the way Chaewon's small breasts look perky in that white sleeveless undergarment now that she's taken off her shirt makes you want to join them in their threesome.

However, the screen that blocks you from each other makes it impossible. But they do their best to make it worth it.

Chaewon sways her hips in circles, angling Yuri's legs so she can take control over how she rubs their clits together. Messy juices stain their thighs because of how sensitive their nubs are, only to be stimulated further with scissoring. She can no longer articulate anything besides shameless cries no better than Yena can, whose voice she did not know can reach such heights.

Chaewon can see Yuri's tongue become a toy for Yena to ride, as Yena's hips rise and slam onto it for the delicious feeling of her tongue fucking her walls. With the technique of the wiggles and laps at the juices from the tight pussy, Chaewon is certain that they have definitely done this before.

"Yes, just like t-that, Yuri-ya!" Yena cries out. Her hands are placed on mentioned girl's throat for balance, making it difficult for Yuri to breathe properly. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm gonna—"

A shrill scream violates your eardrums. Yena's tits visibly bounce beneath her white t-shirt along with her ass that rises and falls on Yuri's mouth. Yuri puts her all into her unnie's orgasm by sealing her hands over her thighs and wildly licking and suckling, even when she can barely get enough air for her burning lungs.

Yena's body feels as if it was lit on fire. She tries to fight against Yuri's hands holding her legs back, but it proves to be anything but easy; Yuri is determined to wring out every drop of cum from her. And God knows how Yuri is once she sets her desides on something.

"Yuri, stop. It's too much. Yuri-ya, Yuri-ya!" When Yena finally struggles hard enough to push off the other girl's mouth from her, a stream of squirt flies into the air and lands on Yuri's face and chest like rain. She leans heavily against the wall of the room, shaking from head to toe due to the violent orgasm.

Meanwhile, Yuri is gasping as if she has been submerged in water for too long. She certainly looks like it; her face and chest are decorated with a certain type of fluid. Her eyes are wide open and so is her mouth, which tries to savor the air that had been so insignificant to her before.

The timer for the videocall starts to beep. You realize it has been beeping for the past fifteen minutes but you have failed to notice it. The three minutes total for a videocall had long been spent, but the girls decided to go against protocol to show you exactly how next level fanservice is performed.

Another thing you've paid no attention to is the shocking white liquid that coats your hand and pants. You realize that you came along with Yena, and possibly Yuri too—her hips are starting to shy away from Chaewon.

"Chaewon unnie, please," she whispers softly. "Too much."

"There's no such thing as 'too much'," Chaewon contradicts. She keeps steadily riding Yuri's pussy, selfishly seeking out the pleasure from her clit sliding against the same. "It was, hah, so fucking selfish of you to keep what you were doing with Yena a secret. To hide how good of a dongsaeng you can be."

Chaewon cannot believe what she has seen. Yuri is usually a brat. She always has something to complain about, may it be something taking too long or things refusing to go her way. But Chaewon saw how quick she was to obey what Yena wanted, how surprisingly obedient she became.

And she wants some of that for herself.

"Please, unnie, I'm sorry," says Yuri, hoping the tears that swim in her eyes would spark some pity inside Chaewon's lusting heart.

"Prove you're sorry. Fuck unnie with those fingers of yours."

Yuri is visibly relieved to have her used pussy and mouth get a break. She moves away from Chaewon, crossing her legs together in hopes to stop their trembling. After she lets Chaewon sit between her legs, she meekly slips her fingers inside her, immediately feeling the clamp of the vaginal walls on her fingers.

Yuri throws Yena a concerned glance. To her relief, Yena isn't passed out much. She's just taking time for the world to stop spinning; her hand is placed over her heart to assure herself that it is still beating while her shoulders rise and fall.

Should she be concerned? Yena trying to make sure that she is still alive isn't any better than the possible result of her passing out. Maybe she should—

"Oh, fuck, that's it, Yuri." Chaewon's sighs bring Yuri back to Earth. Chaewon closes her eyes and leans further into her chest. "Fuck, keep doing that, baby."

Face flushed, Yuri does as she's told. She maintains the moderate speed of thrusting, letting her fingertips nudge against Chaewon's walls to search for the G-spot. She finds it upon a rougher patch of skin, and just one rub against them renders an "Oh fuck, Yuri" from her.

She places a hand over Chaewon's sleeveless undershirt and raises it up to her chest. Beneath it is a white bra that she easily rips away to show you Chaewon's perky breasts, not too big but round, topped with small pink nipples. She squeezes one uncertainly, then continues to grope it after another one of Chaewon's lewd reactions.

You've only seen Chaewon's breasts from her more revealing outfits, and sneakily used photos of that to get off during the nighttime. But now that you are able to see their small fullness, you are certain that you are going to blow again.

And to think that before this, you have only imagined how Yuri's moans would sound like. Because of how smooth and silky her voice is, you've imagined how how they would sound, and are pleased to find out that they are exactly how you thought they were.

Those very moans start again when Yena sneaks from behind and hugs Yuri to herself, then places her fingers inside her. Yuri jerks in surprise, which results in Yena's fingers being driven deeper inside her.

The subunit looks a mess. Chaewon's legs are spread wide to accomodate Yuri, whose shoulder she is leaning against with hooded eyelids. Yuri has turned her head to engage in a lustful kiss with Yena who is behind her. Yena is steadily fucking Yuri with her fingers the same way the latter is with Chaewon. Their clothes and the demeanor they put up for their fans have disappeared altogether; now they are just three girls fucking each other, with their minds only thinking of how to pleasure the other with their lips and their fingers and their skin.

Chaewon's sweat has ruined her shirt. The helpful Yuri tears off the remaining fabric just in time for Chaewon's orgasm.

"Ah, Yuri-ya!" With the tight body of the second eldest of the subunit now fully nude, you are able to see her pretty pink pussy tensing around the digits that are pounding it. Yuri's jaw drops in bliss as Yena's fingers bring her to another orgasm.

With Chaewon shaking in between Yuri's legs and Yuri passed out in Yena's shoulder, your cock spurts another bout of cum. But now they land on the screen, making it look like you have actually ejaculated on their faces.

The downside is you might have broken the system of your laptop. You've lost your money buying albums so now you won't have cash for a new laptop, but it's all worth it in the end.

"So, oppa," Yena's weak voice manages to stutter out, as she looks directly into the camera, "who's your bias now?"

"All three of y—"

But then their image glitches into a rainbow of green and red and your screen fades to black.

Your frustration won't matter. Later, your signed albums would be delivered with a sneakily pasted note. And it would say:

"Just in case you want to have another fun time ;)

Call us: ****-*****-****

We love you forever, WIZ*ONE."

#kpop smut #izone smut #kim chaewon smut #kim chaewon #jo yuri #jo yuri smut #choi yena #choi yena smut #male reader #request #yena smut #yuri smut #chaewon smut

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gurugirl · 2 years

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Hello can we get a blurb on kidnapperry

Of course, @divalovesyou !!! A little something quick for you!

Summary: Harry feels like you’re here to stay & he’s so glad you’re just as twisted in the head as he is OR just some sweet thoughts Harry has in his head about you while you suck him off. 536 words

Warning: smut, dark themes (kidnapping, manipulation, obsessive behavior) kidnapper!harry

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Harry felt more secure with you. The more time passed, the more he realized you were here to stay. Sometimes he had his doubts, but you were obsessed with him. You followed him around, begged him to fuck you, made him dinner, ironed his clothes, didn't question his authority or choices (like not allowing you out of the house yet), would excitedly wait for him every time he left and returned, and of course, you did everything exactly the way he liked.

Down to the sloppy blow job you were giving him in that moment. Just perfect. Exactly like he showed you, but you started adding in a few more things you came up with on your own. Like when you’d put both of his balls in your mouth snd suck on them while you pumped his cock with your hand. He’d never had it like this before. You just took it upon yourself one day to put his entire sac into your mouth and he loved it. He’d shown you that he enjoyed having them fondled and licked, but you took it further and he fucking loved you for it.

And then there was the pressure you’d add to his perineum with your fingers when you were taking his cock down your throat and he’d come so embarrassingly fast when you rubbed it, but it felt so good. He never even realized the small space between his anus and scrotum could feel so good being pressed into until you tried it on him.

And of course, the way you happily gagged around him. He never requested this of you but you did it without any prompt out of the blue one day and got him as deep as possible down your throat. And you’ve been doing it ever since.

He put a hand into your hair as you bobbed over him, “So good for me, pup. Fuck.”

These words only made you try harder and take him deeper. You wanted his come on your tongue, down your throat, and in your belly. It made you so happy to have his cock fucking your throat, or any of your holes actually.

“Gonna lick that pussy clean when you’re done milking me, pup. You deserve it, baby.” Harry was moaning and gasping at the way you were taking him.

You were a natural. So beautiful and so eager. He couldn’t have gotten luckier than he did with you. He was sick and twisted. He knew it. He was aware of what he’d done and how he took advantage of you, manipulated you, but he was in too deep. You wouldn’t be turned away even if he tried now. You wanted Harry as much as he wanted you.

When he started to come down your throat he held the back of your head down over his cock as he pumped into your mouth and moaned. Ecstasy.

When he finally pulled out you sighed and licked your lips happily, “Yum.” You smiled. Your face was wet and cheeks pink from the job you'd just done but it made it you that much cuter.

“Goddamn. I think I love you, pup. Yeah. I do love you. You’re my sweet girl. Forever.”

Thank you for reading! I'd appreciate any support you can give! Whether a comment, reblog, or buying me a coffee - it's all appreciated.

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genshin-impact-writings · 1 year

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Kaveh and "coffee" please! 🥰

Thank you so much for your request! This is my first time writing for Kaveh, so I really hope you enjoy this fic. <3

Kaveh + “coffee”

The clock strikes midnight, and with a stifled yawn, you close the book in your lap. During the last chapter, the plot has started to pick up and things are finally getting interesting but you’re too exhausted to focus on reading any longer. You lift your arms, stretching your body that aches after being in the same position for a couple of hours now. “I’m going to sleep,” you then announce and turn around to face your boyfriend who’s still completely buried in his sketches and calculations, “can I convince you to join me?”

Kaveh shakes his head and takes a sip from the coffee he has prepared maybe half an hour ago. It must be completely cooled down by now, and another person would have poured it away, but he just grimaces and takes another sip. “This project is really important,” he says, “and I’m already behind because I wasted too much time arguing about the funding with Alhaitham. I can’t aff-“

“Kaveh, I swear by the Archon, if I find the bed empty when I wake up and see that you’ve worked through the entire night – again – I’m going to lose it,” you interrupt him, only half-joking. Of course, you understand that he needs to get his work done and that he has deadlines to meet but what he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks just isn’t healthy. Not even Kaveh can survive without getting a proper sleep – not even, especially not, with the amount of coffee he’s having every day to keep himself awake.

Speaking of coffee – Kaveh’s already on his way to the kitchen to prepare another cup, and you have to resist the urge to jump to your feet and take the mug from his hands. Maybe you should start hiding the coffee beans. “Kaveh,” you say, trying your best to make your voice sound as whiny as possible, “please, I’m worried about you. You need a good rest, not more caffeine.”

Kaveh turns around to look at you, and in the bright light of your kitchen it’s painfully obvious that he’s completely exhausted. Sallow skin, dark circles and messy hair (probably because he couldn’t be bothered with brushing it after showering this morning). This time, you can’t hold back. In an instant, you’ve left your comfortable spot on the couch and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. If only he knew how much it hurt you to see him like this.

When you start to brush your fingers through his hair, carefully detangling the soft strands as good as possible, you feel him melt into your touch, and when you hear him yawn, you know you’ve won. “Okay,” he mumbles. “Sleep honestly sounds amazing.”

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider reblogging, liking and/or leaving feedback. I'd really appreciate the support! <3

Taglist: @genshinparty @ajaxstar @kaeyas-beloved @caesars-bubbles @the-gayest-sky-kid

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crazedsnurp · 1 year

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| 💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Tagged by: @vodkafolie

• Piece I am most proud of is this one of Karl Heisenberg! Before this piece, I HATED my art in just about every way.

• I felt it wasn't going anywhere. My art felt stunted, and no growth was to be found. Then, I started this piece. I decided I was going to experiment and step outside of my comfort zone with art.

• I downloaded a TON of textured brushes and just went crazy. After trial and error, I finally settled on starting with the hat. After TWO HOURS I got done shading his crumpled hat and...

• I loved it. I was so happy with it. Something I haven't felt in a long time with my art. Of course, I enjoyed previous pieces, but it was nothing compared to this.

• So, I spent hours on this piece. I was so engrossed in it and the details. One day, I sat in the dark for 6+ hours, just coloring, finely detailing even if it was so small no one would notice upon first glance. Seeing how a certain brush worked, how I could texture this or that, it felt freeing. I just let myself go and get into the groove. It was so nice to finally have a spark back when it came to my art.

• Now I love drawing again so much. It's so nice drawing and not hating what I create. I have a newfound appreciation/approach to my work. When I draw, it's for me :))

• If anyone has questions about my process, brushes, and program I use, please ask! I am a strong believer in lifting up other artists. There is no good reason to gatekeep art. It's just ridiculous. I will offer any advice I can to help :))💖

• Also, I appreciate all the love I've gotten on this piece! I read EVERY hashtag. It's all so sweet, thank you ;-;

• I would @ people, but I don't know many here, so if you see this and wanna join, go ahead 🕺

• Here are some closeups on that piece. Thanks again gamers for the support (also if anyone ever wants art as a pfp I don't mind as long as you credit me, please! I've gotten asked this quite a few times now, so I thought I'd share here)

#karl heisenberg #thanks gamers!#I will continue to drop bangers like this when I can!!!!#also thank you for the tag that was so sweet ;-;

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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good afternoon I've wanted to order something from one piece for a long time but I'm embarrassed (sorry if I don't write well, English is not my first language)but if it's not too much trouble I'd like to ask for headcanons of how the straw hats would react when they feel depressed and reader (gn) caresses them and tries to cheer them up. If you already did something similar or you don't want to do this, you are totally within your rights to ignore this :) -Thank you anyway

Oh my goodness please do not be embarrassed!! Your English and your writing is wonderful! I hope you enjoy this request 💚

Strawhats x Fem Reader Comfort

Platonic

(ft. all Strawhats)

(SFW)

Luffy

Is very easy to know when Luffy has gone missing on the ship - it is very quiet

Since there aren’t many places he likes to go it’s easy to find him sitting in the dark of his room or on the nose of the Sunny

At first he seems startled at the addition of someone else but his expression is still

If you decide to pull him into a hug however the poor baby becomes mush and weeps in your arms

He doesn’t care who it is that is holding him he just appreciates the support and someone to hold him while he is sad

Will adore being caressed and soothing words hummed to him while he’s crying/calming down

Appreciates jokes being told to lighten the mood while he is calming down

Any mention of meat will help him get his mind of what he was thinking about and cheer him up instantly

Is very grateful of being helped will make sure to thank you when he is feeling much better

Zoro

Will try and hide his emotions by training in the crows nest

His energy is very different from usual - almost like a physical grey cloud over his head making him so obviously sad

Will bark at anyone trying to join him in his own private room - claims he needs some alone time

Trying to hug or caress this man is a mission in itself so prepare to work up a sweat to tackle him down

If successful of the mission he is very shocked at the affection and is kind of embarrassed

After a while he will sort of just give in and hug back

Won’t wish for either of you to speak - the physical affection is more than enough - but he will protest that nobody else is to find out about what happened

Admits the only way he wants to be cheered up is drinking with his friend (hopefully you can hold a lot of alcohol)

Sanji

Is very good at hiding his emotions so you’ll have to be close to pick up on his mannerisms to notice something is wrong

Will shrug it off if questioned but will do it very polite and probably ask more about you and your needs

Offers to make you some food in exchange for getting him to talk about his feelings

Is ecstatic about being hugged and doesn’t want it to end (expect some heart eyes and maybe even a nose bleed)

Physical affection always makes him instantly better (only if they’re female though)

Caressing him may just just make him lose his mind and melt into your arms

Will hug back and give the best hug - it is very tight, warm and safe

Still won’t say much about his feelings but admits the hug was nice and staying around to keep him company will help him feel better

Nami

Won’t acknowledge your presence at first, is either too sad or dramatic to take notice in anything but her emotions

Just a simple “are you okay” will make it bubble to the surface and cry

Is very conflicted about the hug - feels a little uncomfortable but is too emotional to resist

The hug will only be short once she starts to gain energy to resist but is enough to let her know that she is safe to tell you what is going on

Will be open to admitting her feelings if asked enough - appreciates having someone to talk to who is level headed and won’t judge or remind her of this moment

Is a lot more willing to open up to you if you are female - doesn't trust any of the boys on the crew to see her this way

Appreciates good advice and reassurance that she will be okay/her feelings are valid

May end the shared moment with another hug to thank you - lasts longer than the first awkward hug

Usopp

Will be a stumbling panic when he is found being sad and alone - tries to play it off like he is okay

Even though he puts on a brave face his sadness slips through and he is on the verge of crying

Hugging or caressing him may make him freak out and try to escape - has no idea why you decide to hug him

After a few reassuring and soothing words he will calm down and accept the hug - is still very awkward about it though

Will go completely red with embarrassment

Continues to just stand there through the hug and caresses

Changing the topic to something he enjoys will change his mood and is more lively - makes the whole situation less awkward

Is more than happy to spend time with you doing anything to take his mind off his feelings

Chopper

Is probably the one to come to you when he is sad - outstretched arms and already crying

Will literally tumble into your lap in a crying mess

Is always transparent about his feelings and won’t take much for him to say what is making him upset

Loves to be held when he is crying and loves for you to talk to him and ease his troubles

May get you to sing or tell jokes to make him feel better

Caressing him will sooth him instantly and make him fall asleep

Needs reassurance and support even when he is calmed down

Appreciates you reading to him under a soft blanket until he falls asleep or sticking with him for the rest of the day to make him laugh and smile

Robin

Is often monotoned with her emotions so when she shows she is sad something must really be wrong

Even when sad she will try and smile through it all

Trusts you enough to open up but doesn't say much - just enough to let you know she is sad

May try and turn it on you and ask how you are feeling instead

Will accept your hug and hugs back very warm and motherly

Doesn't need words of reassurance but does appreciate anything you say to her to comfort her

The company of having you around is the most assuring thing to her so spending some time with her will help to make her feel better again - even if it is as simple as sitting in each others presence for a while

Franky

Finds things to distract him from his feelings so he doesn't have time to think

If you find him and ask him if he is okay/is something wrong and he stops what he is doing he then realises how sad he actually is

Admits defeat and sits down - waits for you to sit with him so he can talk about how he is feeling

Is a little confused about you hugging him but will carefully hug back in an awkward side hug sort of thing

Having somebody to talk to helps lift the weight of his feelings and feels better

However, he admits having you around would help and gets you to assist in whatever activity he was doing before - distraction being a big thing to make him feel better

Brook

Will hide his feelings with jokes but the moment you ask him what is wrong he will stop mid joke or laugh

Opens up about what is bothering him/making him sad but will add another joke to the end with a very unenthusiastic 'yohoho'

Won't refuse any form of affection - especially from somebody female

Is a very weird hug as he is just bone and very tall, however, the affection does calm him down somewhat

Won't listen or take words of reassurance seriously so sitting in silence is probably the best to just comfort him

After some time he make hug back - or try to with his boney frame

Will most likely ask to see your panties 'to make him feel better'

Jinbe

Will immediately shrug it off and say nothing is wrong

Is very good at hiding his emotions

May get annoyed if you question him too much - he only cares about the safety of the rest of the crew and shrugs off his own feeling as if they don't matter

Eventually will admit something is wrong but plays it off casually by adding his own words of reassurance and wisdom like he already knows how to fix his own problems

Accepts the hug and hugs back as if it is you needing the affection

Again will make sure you're okay and ends up reassuring you that he is here to help if you are ever sad

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