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creamhoodie · 8 months

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° 🎀 Loved Out Loud 🎀 °

synopsis: prompt is the boys showing their love for you publicly. Isagi, Nagi, Reo, and Sae. I will be doing more

Yoichi Isagi:

When you first started dating Yoichi Isagi you had just gotten out of a bad relationship. Your ex boyfriend wasn’t a bad guy by any means but he was too nonchalant and unromantic. Despite his constant promises that he’d change and be more vocal on his love for you he never put that into practice. As a result you had been left jaded and emotionally bruised, the last thing you were looking for was getting into another relationship.

That had all changed when you had met Isagi. You had met the upcoming soccer prodigy at one of his games in the most embarrassing way. It would be your luck that the ball had flown into the crowd and hit you smack in the face. Isagi, having been the one that had kicked it, had locked eyes with you and made sure you were taken care of by the medical staff on standby before going back to the game. After his game, he had circled back to find you and had asked for your number.

Two months had passed since then and here you sat watching highlights from his last match with him on the couch. You were sitting on his lap and his legs were outstretched on the coffee table.

“Baby, I wanna post a picture of us on my instagram can I?” Isagi asked, pulling your attention to him. His words caught you off guard. Everyone knew the two of you were dating as you attended events with him but the two of you hadn’t made it instagram official so far.

“Why? It’s not my birthday or our anniversary or anything,” you said. In your past relationship your ex would never think to post you even on birthdays or anniversaries and he eventually only started doing so since it upset you, therefore taking all the joy out of it.

“I just want more pictures of us together on my page. You’re so important to me and I want that to be seen whenever anyone looks at my profile. I ask because I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” he replied.

His indigo eyes were so full of love it made your heart do a flip. You knew based on his words that he had asked because he had millions of followers due to his soccer status.

“I think it's fine, Yoichi,” you replied. He seemed excited and digging his phone out of his pocket he opened the app and chose a photo from his photo album. It was a silly selfie of the two of you wearing matching hoodies. You watched as he captioned it “my one and only” and tagged you.

“Hey are you okay?” Isagi asked, looking at you. You didn’t realize you were crying until he caught your loose tears with his thumb. “He never posted you like this huh?” he asked in understanding.

You nodded. It was such a small and meaningful thing and the fact that Yoichi Isagi had wanted to do it on his own to make you happy meant the world. It was something so simple you had always begged for and had to go without, and here Isagi gave it to you freely. He leaned forward to kiss you sweetly and softly.

When the two of you pulled back with noses still touching he whispered, “I love you.”

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Seishiro Nagi:

Just because he was a professional soccer player did not mean that Nagi couldn't double up as a professional twitch streamer as well. He’d often play as himself on FIFA but lately he was fond of playing Overwatch. He had even bought you your own PC set up so you could play with him. Since the two of you had only been dating for a few weeks, you weren’t in his streams and would often just watch him play as you sat on the other side of the room on your phone.

Tonight was different. While in a long queue for a competitive match, Nagi called over to you.

“Babe, come here I wanna introduce you to the chat,” he said. You met his gray eyes and mouthed ‘are you sure?’ It was still early on in the relationship and you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama for him. He nodded and motioned impatiently for you to come over to him. When you did, he sat you on his lap, pushing his gaming chair back a bit so both of you could be in full view.

“This is my baby and my duo,” he said before nuzzling his face into your neck. You watched as the chat lit up with heart emojis and well wishes. There was even a cartoon emote of him with heart eyes that was being spammed.

“It looks like they wanna know how we met,” you said reading the chat.

“Easy. I saw her cosplay as one of my favorite video game characters and the photoshoot of it came on my timeline on Twitter and I thought she was hot,�� Nagi said. You blushed and shooed at him a little.

“Why does it say Reo banned someone?” you asked.

“Hmm? Oh Reo’s a MOD, someone must have been saying something stupid,” Nagi replied looking through the chat before adding, “oh yeah looks like some guy wanted to see the not safe from work cosplay pictures of you. Those are for my eyes only right baby?”

“Right Seishiro,” you replied. You watched the chat argue about what would be your and Nagi’s ship name as you felt his lips kiss your hair.

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Reo Mikage:

Reo was a show off at heart. When you had gone on your first date with him he had gone all out, picking you up in his most expensive car and taking you to a restaurant he had completely booked out for the two of you.

Now having you at his side, he felt like he had the most coveted trophy of all to show off. He was of the opinion that the woman a man was with reflected the wealth of that man. He wasn’t arrogant by any means though if anything this rationale of his made him want to spoil you even more and make sure you were well taken care of. Your beauty and love was just another extension of his success and to him it was the most precious.

For that reason, Reo was always taking you to red carpet events with him but tonight was extra special since he would be receiving the Ballon D'or award for his athletic performance. When the two of you had arrived at the venue he took his time walking in front of the paparazzi with you, wanting them to get good shots of your dress and your hairdo that he had paid for you to get done.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered into your ear.

When he had been given his award he had thanked the fans, his teammates, his coach, but most of all he spent the most time thanking you.

“If it wasn’t for my partner I wouldn’t be here. She believes in me and she pushes me to be the best man and best athlete I can be,” he said, staring into your eyes the whole time.

Afterwards, he had given you his award to hold wanting photos of you holding it to be taken as well.

“Reo I’m so proud of you,” you said looking up at him.

“There is no me without you,” he replied before kissing you in front of the cameras. No matter what, having you at his side would be his biggest accomplishment.

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Sae Itoshi:

Sae was a private man and just because he is a professional soccer player that didn’t mean he was any less private. The one thing he held most dear was you and your relationship with him. He wanted to guard you from the press as they could be ruthless. That’s why even though the two of you had been dating for nearly a year your relationship was not something he publicized. He had no intention of outing your relationship and having prying eyes and opinions rain down on the two of you. That is until he was asked about his relationship status in an interview.

“It’s not really anyone’s business but Y/N is my girlfriend,” he said. He walked out of the interview after that and called you.

“Sae is everything okay? Your publicist told me you walked out of your interview and I'm getting a lot of follow requests on instagram,” you asked.

“Everything is fine. They asked me if I was in a relationship and obviously I wasn’t going to deny you,” he said.

“Awww Sae, that's so sentimental and sweet of you,” you said.

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied but you could hear the smile in his voice.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x you #isagi x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #sae x reader #bllk headcanons #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #isagi yoichi #sae itoshi

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httpsleclerc · 5 months

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Hi bestie :) it's me :) there's no prompt or anything but can I request George and Russell!reader (younger sister) always trying to spend time together whenever they can when it's during the season,, something like getting lunch/dinner or having movie nights?? Thank ya ✨🩷

big brother George im literally curled up in a ball on the floor pulling my hair out.

You giggled as you heard George groan as you flopped down on the couch beside him, you acted offended - How dare he be so offended at your, now often rare company, while it was his home race and he was home visiting his family; which included you, his annoying, yet admittedly lovable little sister.

You were 7 years younger than George, and had turned 18 earlier in the year, unfortunately, your birthday fell on the weekend of the Monaco Grand Prix, and your brother had missed out on all the festivities. He felt guiltier when your parents had told him that you didn't enjoy your birthday as much as they had thought you would, and when they asked you about it, you said that you just missed your brother. Since you had moved away to attend university, yours and Georges schedules never seemed to match up anymore, but since this was his home race, you decided it would be rude of you not to at least attempt to attend it.

"Don't act like you didn't miss me, Georgie," He hated that nickname, well, from anyone but you who called him by it. George smiled at you as you leant against him, the TV in front of you playing the newest Spider-Man movie on Netflix. "Are you nervous for your race?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's not talk about the race, we're just having a movie night," He changed the subject, he already spent enough time away from you due to racing, so he didn't want to spend the little time he had with you talking about it. "How's uni going?" George asked you, knowing that you were a bit stressed out by all of your upcoming assignments for a while.

"It's fine, I passed all my first semester classes, which I didn't think I would," You mumbled quietly, fidgeting with your hands. "it's just really stressful." You admitted. George frowned at your admission - He knew how smart you were, and he knew what you were capable off.

"I know it's easier said than done, but try not to stress about it, okay? You don't need to be thinking about uni right now," You relaxed as you realised that your brother was capable of speaking sense, and you leaned into him as he put his arm around you, pulling you into his side. "I have missed you." George told you, although he wasn't lying, at this point he just wanted to see you smile - But apparently, his confession of sibling affection made you sleepy.

"Sorry, it was a long train journey this morning," You sleepily apologised, resting your head on your brothers chest as you found yourself getting more and more relaxed. George smiled, kissing the top of your head and continuing to watch the movie that played on the TV.

#george russell x fem!reader #george russell #george russell x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #George Russell x sister!reader #f1 x sister!reader #x sister reader

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velvetstreets · 1 year

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Can I request a Jack Harlow imagine where him & the reader (who is a famous actress) are broken up & in an interview that she does she hints how Jack is still the love of her life & later they see each other at a red carpet & he asks her about that & asks her out again & they start rekindling things. Smut is very much welcomed if you’re comfortable with that :)

A/N: girl you sent this so mf long ago, im so sorry for getting to this so late! But I loved this concept and didn’t wanna let it go. Hope I did this justice <3

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: lovers reuniting, drinking, swearing, smut!, oral sex (f! recieving) penetrative sex (f!receiving), creampie, mushy ‘i love you’s

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It had been a little over a year since your public relationship with Jack ended. You both loved eachother dearly, but at the time, your lives were going in separate ways. He was constantly busy with performances and touring, flying all over the world; and your acting career had taken off, being dragged all around the country for filming. In the end, you barely saw eachother, and it just wasn’t working for either of you, so you both amicably agreed to end it.

The heartbreak tortured you for a few months. You threw yourself into your work, wanting to cloud your mind with anything but Jack, yet somehow it made you think of him more. With some time and comfort from your friends and co-workers, you had felt the pain less and less, until one day you woke up and finally felt like your old self again. As much as you loved him, keeping him at arms-length via social media was too much for you. You’d send eachother ‘happy birthday’ dm’s and ‘congratulations’ texts for eachother’s accomplishments, but that was it. You didn’t allow yourself to keep up with him, only hearing things about him via industry talk and the radio of course. That was the one thing of him you allowed yourself to keep; his music. It was your guilty pleasure, something to remember him by. Though the heartbreak was agonizing, you were eventually grateful for it. Not only did it help you grow in your personal life, but it helped your work life as well. The performances you gave became critically acclaimed, earning yourself an Emmy and a Golden Globe. Because of this, you were offered more exclusive roles, bought a new apartment, and were finally feeling happy again; the first time in a long while.

Currently, you were seated on a set, being interviewed by Vogue about your life and your upcoming projects; amongst other things.

“So the rumors are saying that you might be starring in the next season of Euphoria. Is that true?” the interviewer asked.

“I can now finally confirm, that that is true!” You said as she cheered and the two of you laughed together.

“How was it working with Zendaya?”

“She’s absolutely phenomenal. As an actress, as a person, as a friend, she’s just the best. Super super sweet and down-to-earth, and fantastic at her job. It was an honor working along side her and the rest of the cast.”

“That sounds fantastic. We all can’t wait to see you join the story. Now just a little side-step from work; are you dating anyone? Maybe someone by the name of Mr. Omar Apollo perhaps? Or Drake? We’ve seen those cozy flicks of y’all together, are y’all just friends or maybe something more?” She pressed.

“Oh no, I’m not dating anyone. I’ve kinda left the dating world for a little while, just focusing on me. Omar and I are good friends, nothing else. And Drake is like my older brother! I’d never date him, especially since he’s good friends with my ex as well, I could never do that.” You answered honestly.

“Speaking of Jack Harlow.., what happened, how did that end?”

“Let me put it this way; we both agreed to end things. Our respective careers were taking off, and we both agreed that it was just best for us at the time to not be together. It’s all love though, I think he’ll always be one of those people for me - I could never not love him. He’s a great person and was a great boyfriend to me, definitely showed me that I was capable of loving someone, as well as capable of being loved. And I’ll always be grateful to him for that.” You said, forcing the lump in your throat down. You felt hot after belting your heart out a little too loudly, but you pushed your anxious thoughts away, getting back to the interview at hand.

It was now a month after the interview had aired, and you had let it wash off your shoulders. You were proud of your genuine honesty, and continued to focus on you. Currently, you were getting ready to attend the Billboard Music Awards as a plus one, courtesy of your close friend SZA. You were excited to let your hair down a little, as well as overjoyed at the possibility of SZA winning a few awards for her album SOS.

SZA was dressed in a sleek black halter dress with a thigh-high slit, which accentuated her minimalist aura. You were styled in a black Mugler dress which had a plunging neckline, and different cutouts down to your hips - similar to that of Megan Fox’s. It showed a little more skin than you were used to, but it was absolutely gorgeous; and SZA declared she wouldn’t leave to the event if you didn’t wear it. So here you were, downing a couple of glasses of champagne in the back of an SUV with SZA, trying to calm your anxiety while singing and rapping along to her ‘get lit, get rich, make u wanna kiss’ playlist with her.

“Are you sure about this? I could just sneak in the back and meet you in there-” you started to nervously ramble.

“Bitch, are you kidding me? You look fucking phenomenal, ain’t no way in hell I’m letting you sneak off. This is a ‘need to be seen’ outfit, and you’re gonna be seen! It’s gonna be just fine, we’re in this together. Anxiety can’t get to us if we’re a team baby.” She reassured you.

You smiled at her before bringing her into a hug; you knew she was anxious about the interviews she had to do on the carpet, and she knew red carpets always made you anxious, with all the pictures and yelling that there was.

“Love you.” You said holding out your hand to do your little friendship handshake you had with her.

“I love you more.” she replied, doing the handshake. “Now drink up girl, these events take forever so it’s more fun to be a lil’ drunk.” she winked at you.

You cheered together, and continued vibing until you turned to corner and pulled up to the carpet. You got out and SZA took your hand, leading you to the carpet. She held your hand the entire time, poking at you and whispering jokes and comments to you, making you giggle and forgetting about the anxiety you had. You made your way down the carpet, pausing to be photographed every few feet, some alone, and some together with SZA. She did a few short interviews with you by her side, and you chimed in every so often a question or comment was directed to you.

You were finally feeling a little more relaxed, and then you saw it.

Small brown curls belonging to a tall figure making their way down the carpet; you couldn’t see them yet, but you knew who they belonged to. You heard the screams of his name from the paparazzi and fans, the flash of the cameras going off, and finally, a path cleared and you saw him in the flesh.

He wore a sleek black suit and shoes - Prada most likely, his diamond encrusted PG ring gleaming in the lights, KY chain peeking out, and his dazzling smile.

You felt like you were going to pass out. You weren’t ready for this, you had expected to bump into him at one of these industry events at some point, but it still caught you off guard. Your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point, and you felt panicked. You felt someone squeeze your hand, bringing you back to reality, and SZA gave you a knowing smile.

“Just breathe, Y/N. I got you. Don’t forget you’re the motherfuckin’ prize. Whether or not he had you once before, you stay being the prize.” she told you. You looked and nodded at her words. “I’m the prize.” you reiterated and she nodded and smiled. “Keep that in mind, cause he’s coming over here now.”

‘Oh fuck. Okay, here we go.’ you thought.

“Y/N?” his sultry Kentucky accent flooded your ears for the first time in a while.

You turned around with your head tilted upwards, familiar with his height, and met his eyes.

“Jack. It’s good to see you.” You said warmly with a soft smile. He bent down for a hug and you embraced him before pulling apart; his hands stayed curled around your wrists.

“It’s good to see you too, been a while. You look beautiful.” he admired.

“Thank you, so do you. No glasses?” You joked, noticing his favorite Prada glasses were nowhere to be seen.

He laughed and shook his head with a smile. “Nah, not this time. Felt a lil’ douchey of me to wear ‘em today. Plus, now I can admire the beauty more clearly.” He said, admiring your face and its features. You blushed, internally screaming at the warm feeling that erupted in your tummy.

“Well it was nice seeing you, we should head inside-” You spoke, turning a little, insinuating to leave.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in there. Maybe we can catch up a little.” He said hopefully.

“Yeah, yeah for sure.” You said, smiling before saying goodbye and heading into the venue with SZA.

She gave you a teasing knowing look.

“Shut up, don’t say shit.” You tried to hold a grin back from her.

“I ain’t say nothin!” She laughed at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed, giving her a small shove.

SZA had won the three awards she was nominated for, and you couldn’t be more excited and proud of her. It was a true accomplishment, and you wanted to celebrate, so you told her you were getting her a fuck ton of drinks. She tried to stop you, telling you you didn’t have to, but you were set in your decision.

You headed to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne and a few shots. You checked your phone as you waited, until you heard a voice behind you.

“I saw your interview.” Jack’s voice spoke. You turned around and saw him leaning against the bar.

“Oh you did, did you?” You asked.

“Yup.” He said with a smile.

“And what’d you think?” You asked, heart pounding against your chest.

“Can’t believe you forgot to mention what a great chef I was too, besides a great boyfriend.” He joked.

“Your peanut butter chicken says otherwise.” You giggled.

“I stand by that recipe! It’s a classic, your tastebuds just weren’t on my side.” he chuckled, stepping a little closer to you.

“No but for real, I thought you were amazing - as usual of course.” He smiled at you. “I’ve missed you. Like alot.” he said fiddling with your fingers.

“I’ve missed you too, Jack. Like alot.” you repeated his sentence.

“I’ve done alot of growing since we broke up, had time to focus on my career and tour and all that stuff, and I know how to handle it better now.” He stated. “But I haven’t been happy. Not like when we were together.”

“Jack, you just won two awards tonight.” You reminded him.

“And I’m still miserable.” He countered.

“M’not gonna ask you to just jump into a relationship with me again, that wouldn’t be fair. But, if you’re willing, I’d really like to take you out on a date. Privately, just us; I wanna show you the kind of man I am now. Show you what you deserve. And we can see where things go.” He said, eyes gazing into yours, his hands now in yours.

You let the shy grin spread across your face. “I’d really like that, Jack.” you said, his face lighting up. He engulfed you in a big hug, kissing your forehead. You smushed your face against his chest, your hands gripping his back as you sighed deeply. You had missed this. Missed him. Missed his smell, how he felt, his voice, all of it. The two of you stayed like that for a little while before you pulled apart.

You silently stared at eachother, re-familiarizing yourselves with one another. Your eyes gazed over the freckles that adorned his face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his soft brown curls that perfectly framed his face.

“Fuck it.” you whispered, and pulled him into a kiss. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the butterflies in your stomach that gave you the courage, but you didn’t care at this point. You had missed him so much, and clearly so had he, so why deny yourself the simple pleasures in life?

You felt Jack relax into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to cradle your face as the other one was set on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He hummed in relief, soft lips parting and meshing, parting and meshing, like he had been deprived of the meal that was you - which he had been.

“Thank fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night - all year really-” Jack said inbetween kisses. You giggled, letting out a “me too” before kissing him again.

The kisses started to get a bit heated, so you pulled away, reminding the both of you that you were at a public event.

“Let’s get outta here.” Jack murmured, kissing and nipping at your neck a little.

“Jack, you’re still up for another category, and I’m here with SZA, I’m not gonna just ditch her.” You huffed.

“I don’t care, I’ll have someone accept it for me, just wanna be with you. Plus, looks like she already knows.” Jack nodded in SZA’s direction.

You turned around, and saw SZA, now with Lizzo sitting next to her, the both of them smirking and winking at you. You grinned, and turned back around to Jack.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” you told him, grabbing the drinks you had ordered.

“Go do your thing, I ain’t goin nowhere without you, baby.” Jack said, unable to stop grinning.

You bit your lip, smiling at him before turning around and heading back to your table.

“Hey girlfriend.” SZA and Lizzo said simultaneously, with a teasing tone in their voices.

“Hey y’all-” you responded, setting the drinks down on the table.

“Soo-” you started before SZA cut you off.

“Girl we already been knew, go ‘head, get your man back.” She squealed at you. You laughed and hugged them.

“Take the bottle too, have fun.” she told you.

“No! I bought that for you! It’s your night-” You tried to reason with her, but she wasn’t having none of it.

“I got my awards baby, I’m good. Now go get that man!” She urged you. You told them you loved them and said your goodbyes, champagne bottle in hand as you made your way towards Jack.

“Ready?” he said, taking your free hand in his.

“Mhmm.” you looked up at him and he gave you a kiss before leading you out the venue.

The two of you snuck out into an SUV, which would take you to Jack’s hotel a few blocks away. Jack popped the champagne open and gave you a sip before taking one himself.

“Missed you, my lil’ Movie Star.” he said caressing your leg, leaning into your side.

“Missed you too, sweet face.” You smiled, kissing his cheek a few times, making Jack blush.

Jack was on you the second the elevator doors closed. He quickly lifted you up in his arms, setting you on the small steel railing of the elevator, pressing you into the corner to hold you up as he attacked your neck.

“Fuck Jack, so good-” you sighed, wrapping your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you.

“God, I’ve missed this so much; missed you so much-” he groaned, grinding his hips into yours. His mouth was everywhere, on your lips, your neck, your cheeks, your breasts, he couldn’t get enough of you.

The elevator dinged, signaling you were at his floor. He reluctantly got off you, and you whined.

“More-” you pleaded before he sat you down, heels hitting the floor.

“We’re almost there princess, cmon.” Jack took your hand in his and lead you out the elevator and down the hall to his room. He struggled with getting his room key out his suit jacket as you kissed his neck, licking and sucking, wanting all his attention. He finally pulled it out and opened the door, letting you in first.

As soon as the door slammed, he was on you again in a flash. Your back was up against the wall as he kissed you; it was needy and passionate, just how you liked it.

“Cmon, cmon, bed sweetheart, bed.” He said, lifting you in his arms again, giving your ass a smack, and you squealed, laughing with him.

He gently dropped you on the bed, and you laid there for a few seconds as he took in the sight of you.

“So beautiful.. so fuckin beautiful, and all mine.” He said before climbing onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs, kissing you. Every kiss felt electric, like the second you were apart felt like you were losing energy, but when he kissed you, you were refilled again.

“Jack, please, I need you.” You moaned.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He promised.

He swiftly got you out of your dress, and got out of his suit. He gently hung your dress on the back of his door, after you pointedly told him to be careful because ‘its Mugler’. Jack walked back to the edge of the bed, and knelt down, his arms sliding under your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

“God your pussy smells fucking delicious, can’t believe I’ve gone a year without her.” He groaned before leaning down and licking a stripe up your folds.

“Oh fuck-” you squirmed in delight.

He attached his lips to your clit and began sucking and licking, making a wet mess of you.

“Missed this sweet pussy, you taste so good, Y/N.” he rambled. You whimpered at that, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, biting your lip so hard you didn’t understand how you hadn’t drawn blood yet.

“Louder. Let me hear you, baby.” Jack ordered before going back to making out with your pussy.

You did as he wished, letting your moans free from your throat, completely falling into the feeling he gave you.

“Attagirl.” He growled, nuzzling his face further into you.

Your eyes rolled back when he finally fucked two fingers into you. The stretch of his girthy digits rubbing against your walls threw you into the deep end.

“Fuck, yes! S-so close Jack, please, please l-let me...” you cried out.

“Cum for me, cum for me pretty girl.” Jack commanded.

That was all it took before you felt the tidal wave of your orgasm crash over you. You felt your legs shake, and writhed around in the sheets before your comedown approached.

It was silent except for your heavy breathing, but you felt Jack move up into the bed next to you.

“I wish you could see how you look right now.” Jack broke the silence.

“How do I look?” You said panting, one eye opening and peeking up at his boyish face.

“Ethereal.” he sighed softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Like an angel. My angel.” he said.

He stared at you for a moment, and you could tell he was holding back a little, he wanted to say something, but was a little nervous about it.

“You can say it. Tell me, Jack.” You reassured him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. You won’t scare me easily.” you smiled at him, kissing his bare shoulder.

He took a deep breath before looking at you again.

“I love you.” he confessed. “I love you, haven’t stopped loving you since we broke up.”

“Wanna know something?” You asked him, scratching his beard lightly, just the way he liked it.

“Mhmm.” Jack purred, urging you to continue.

“I love you too.” You said with a grin. “Never stopped.” You whispered before pulling him into a loving kiss. He hummed into the kiss, and you felt him smile as he rolled over onto you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” he told you, kissing you deeply.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” you repeated back to him. You felt a weight off your chest now, reveling in the shared love between the two of you. Everything felt right again.

“Off-” you whined, your foot digging at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Anything, for you.” He declared, sliding his boxers off.

Jack laid back down between your legs, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into a sweet kiss. Jack started to grind his dick against your folds, tip hitting your clit over and over again. The room filled with moans and gasps, your slick completely coating his cock.

“Jack, please, I need you, please put it in already.” You whined desperately.

“Okay baby, okay.” he kissed you.

He leant his hips back a little before slowly thrusting into you, his thick tip stretching you out deliciously. You let out a sigh as he bottomed out, and your mind went fuzzy. Jack stayed like that for a minute, letting you readjust to him as he kissed your neck and face, humming to himself and whispering ‘I love you’. He started to move, groaning at the way you squeezed him.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He praised, as he slowly thrusted into you.

“God Jack, you’re so big- f-fuck..” you moaned, clawing at his back.

“You take it so well; so fucking well. Breathe. Breathe with me baby.” he encouraged you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Let me see those eyes. C’mon baby, let me see you.” He begged in his raspy voice.

You opened your eyes to meet his, full of love, nudging his nose against yours before speeding his thrusts a little.

“Fuck, just like that, yes Jack-” you cried out. His tip was hitting that spot in you, and you were close.

“Good girl, I can tell you’re close Y/N, squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” he coaxed.

“This is yours, all yours, you deserve this.” he kept babbling. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his praise, he always knew the right things to say. “Cum for me sweetheart, give it all to me.” He told you.

You cried his name out as you felt your orgasm crash over you again. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you laid in the euphoric feeling. You could tell Jack was close as his thrusts were starting to falter, and he started to babble more.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hmm?” He said, grip on your hip tightening as he pounded into you, brows furrowing in concentration.

“S’yours, daddy. S’your pussy.” you gasped, encouraging him.

“It’s daddy’s pussy? S’daddy’s cunt, yeah?” Jack asked, tugging at your lip with his teeth.

“Yes, all yours Jack, m’all yours-” you told him, keeping the eye contact.

“Fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum-” He told you.

“Cum in me, Jack. Want you to cum in me.” you whispered, to which Jack let out a growl, his grip on you tight as he finally came with a broken groan of your name.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, heavy breaths and sweaty bodies, completely engulfed in eachother. Peaceful, that’s what it was. You felt peaceful as Jack left soft kisses up your neck and jaw, and you raked your nails against his scalp, making him purr.

“I love you.” He finally spoke.

“I love you.” you responded.

He kissed you once more before finally pulling out, and you let out a gasp as you felt his cum leak out of you.

Jack had a prideful smile on his face as he watched it happen. “So fuckin’ hot.” he smeared his cum against your clit, making you whine from the sensitivity.

He laughed and got up, peed, and then came back with a warm wet washtowel. He cleaned you up, and kissed your knee whilst doing so.

“C’mon, go pee.” He tapped your thigh, pulling at your arms to sit up in the bed.

“Mmmm, tired.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder, and he put his arm around you.

“We’ll cuddle after, I promise.” He said kissing your hair. “C’mon.” he said.

You tried to stand but your legs buckled, much like a new born giraffe, and you fell back into his lap.

“Oops. Sorry bout that, lemme help you.” he laughed, carrying you in his arms as he brought you to the toilet. He sat you down and you peed, cleaned up, and then he picked you up again, carrying you to the bed.

Jack wrapped the two of you up in the sheets, and snuggled with you, letting out a content sigh.

“So much for taking it slow.” You giggled.

“Don’t care, you’re mine again. Slow, fast, I don’t care however we do this, I’m not letting you go this time.” He laughed beside you, pulling you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” you smiled at him.

“I can’t get enough of you saying that. Love it.” he gushed.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Jack.” you nudged his nose with yours, kissing him softly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Y/N.” he repeated back to you, giggling and cuddling until you both drifted to sleep.

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fbfh · 1 year

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girl dad!steve x reader hcs

wc: 900

pairing: dad!steve x mom!reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, steve has six little nuggets, steve is a good dad, steve is raising his daughters right, lots and lots of glittery girly hyperfemininity

a/n: I'm thinking and planning and plotting and scheming!!! good things to come!!!! also happy almost new year (as of the time I'm writing this lol)

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @paris-loves-dustin @girlfriendwhoseawitch @the-snake-pit @hxgemxscles @demirunner @cosmiq-cloud @if-only-i-was-fictional @brinaslittlefreak @almostjollypizza @mystic-writings @babiesimagines @Fictionalcomforts @lizziebitch33 @urmum-xoxo @legramilis @mrscarolscaramoucheplease

Steve Harrington is 100% without a doubt a girl dad

He knew

Even before any of your girls were born

That they would all have two things

His perfect hair and winning personality

Unfortunately he knows there’s also a pretty good chance they might have some of that mean girl streak he retired in high school

He’s fully aware of that going into this

And he doesn’t want his kids to make the same mistakes he did

So he really prioritizes teaching them from a young age to be compassionate and think about how their words and actions could affect other people

To look out for the kids that are shy or lonely or don’t have anyone to play with

He teaches them to use their powers for good, like aunt El

But before we get into any more of that

When Steve realized all six of your kids were going to be girls???

He was so over the moon

He initially was hoping for three girls and three boys

You had two girls back to back at first

Then for your third pregnancy, you found out you were having twins

Both girls

After your fifth girl he realized you could go 6 for 6 all girls

The idea made him way more excited than he expected to be

In the second trimester of your sixth pregnancy, the doctor looked at the ultrasound closely before turning to you and steve with a smile

“It’s a girl!”

Steve was so happy

He couldn’t stop hugging you and crying

Kissing your forehead, thanking you for giving him such beautiful children, such a beautiful family

When you were pregnant with the twins, he really started stocking up on girl stuff for them

He realized he’s going to jump from two daughters to four

And if Steve Harrington is anything, he’s a provider

He gets your oldest two to help him pick out stuff for them and their new sisters

Barbies, baby dolls, nail polish, hair accessories, dress up costumes, my little ponies, polly pocket sets, and much more

All picked out by them

Soon find their way into your living room and nursery

Not to mention the books and movies about princesses, fairies, fashion, friendship, and every other hyperfeminine childhood dream

And all the classics about sisterhood too

Vhs tapes of pride and prejudice, little women, sense and sensibility, fiddler on the roof

Even my neighbor totoro

Are all quick to become favorites at your house

A few years later when all six of your girls are here

Steve has become a master at being a girl dad

He can braid hair like a champion and he’s never met a tea party he didn’t like

And every time one of your girls brings home a new friend, quietly telling steve that they were playing by themselves and she didn’t want them to feel lonely

He knows he’s done his job well

Don’t get me wrong, there have been times where someone’s copped an attitude and been grounded from lip gloss or butterfly clips for a few days to keep that in check

But for the most part they remember and follow every word of their dad’s advice

As mentioned in another post, sleepovers are a huge deal

Once a week you’ll rent a couple movies for your girls so they can watch and play barbies while you and Steve plan and coordinate schedules for the upcoming week

There’s usually some birthday party or sleepover

And there’s definitely more than a few play dates to coordinate too

Plus ballet classes, gymnastics, girl scouts

Not to mention the horse riding lessons your twins have been begging you for

You both sit down with some coffee or tea and get everything planned out

It takes some effort to coordinate pick ups and drop offs and homework assignments

But it means his girls are happy, so he really loves to do it

The only flaw in Steve’s parenting

The one thing you’ve been warning him not to do too much

Is spoil them

But your stevie really is a provider at heart

When his girls beg him for something with puppy eyes

Especially if they all ask together to wear him down

He doesn’t stand a chance

Besides, he really really loves spoiling them

He loves seeing his girls happy

Every time he caves, it’s always followed with a “alright, now let’s pick something out for your mom”

Because holy shit he loves spoiling you too

He loves you so much

He loves everything about you

And he especially loves the beautiful family you gave him

Every day his daughters remind him more and more of you

And he really couldn’t be prouder

He’s looking forward to when the years full of makeup and dates and prom dress shopping

And everything before and after that

He’s so proud of who they are and who they’re going to become

He’s so proud to be their dad

And to get to parent them alongside you

There’s not one day that goes by without glitter and lisa frank stickers and lip gloss and hair clips

And there’s not a day that goes by without laughter and smiles and hugs a

And Steve telling all of you how much he loves you

#steve harrington #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #dad!steve harrington #girl dad!steve #girl dad steve harrington

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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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hi friend!! i love ur work so muuuuch, you have no idea!! i literally check everyday if you post something 😭 i think i'm obsessed with you atp 😭 but it's my birthday today! and i was wondering what baby or the daddies are like during baby's birthday and how they celebrate!! 🎂 it's probably so cute and chaotic and baby doesn't shut up about it for days or maybe daddies get too excited and go waaaay overboard with the planning and decors bc they want the best for baby 🥺 ilysm and i hope you know you truly make my day 🤍

Hi back Nonnie Friend!! Happiest of birthdays, my darling!! Thank you so much for your kind words, they helped me immensely today, they were such a gift. Okay, I'm breaking my own rule here and skipping up in the line as I wanted to get this out on your birthday to give you a gift right back! (To all my other asks, please know you are ALL literally WIPs right now!!) Happy Birthday, Nonnie!!! <3 <3 <3

The Birthday Baby

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!birthday baby

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader's birthday, daddies going nuts (in the best way possible), super hyper excited baby, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. THIS STORY IS SFW- THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. MINORS DNI. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, COPIED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY OTHER SITE BUT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated.

"I'm telling you, it's dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs was LAST week. THIS week it's My Little Pony."

"Okay, yeah, I'll give you My Little Pony this week, but she likes the Disney princesses better than the Ponies."

"Anyone can do Disney princesses at any time, we need to go with what she likes right now. And I'm telling you, it's My Little Pony."

"That's just a phase."

"Well, so were the dinosaurs!"

"She plays with them in the tub constantly, she's always stomping around the place roaring..."

"Oh, is that what she's doing when she does that? I thought that was Lion King."

"Wait...it might be dragons then..."

"No, she wears the dragon wings and the mask when she's a dragon. So I guess you're right. Wait- none of the My Little Ponies roar, do they?"

Bucky flopped back down on their bed with a groan. He couldn't keep up any more. He and Steve had been at it for what felt like hours, trying to figure out the theme for your upcoming birthday party. The trouble was, you bounced so quickly from favorite thing to favorite thing, they couldn't figure out what would make you happiest. They had tried asking you. It had gone about as well as the conversation was currently going. No one was able to make up their minds about anything.

"Buck, it's gotta be perfect," Steve said, running his hands up and down his thighs nervously. It was the only thing keeping him from bolting off the edge of the bed where he was sitting and pacing around the room. "It's the first time she's spending her birthday with us- we need it to be special and exactly what she wants."

Bucky sat up, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought. "Okay, Stevie, maybe we're going at this the wrong way. This may be nuts, but go with me. What if...."

And then he laid out a weird but potentially brilliant solution. And they both breathed a sigh of relief. Then got to work.

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The day before your birthday arrived, and you were running around like crazy, so excited for your party the next day. Papa and Daddy would only tell you that you were going to like everything at the party- they wouldn't give you any more details than that. Which drove you batty in the best way. You were constantly running from room to room, looking for clues, asking them questions, and spinning in circles in pure excitement.

"All my friends gonna be there, right?" you asked Steve for the umpteenth time. He smiled patiently and nodded.

"Everyone's coming, sweetness."

"Even Nicky?"

"Yes, even Director Fury," Bucky jumped in. "And I wouldn't call him Nicky, baby."

"It's my BIRFDAY, Daddy, I get to make da rules!" you said impishly, giggling at the idea of calling the tall, cool guy 'Nicky'. Bucky gave you a devilish smile back before scooping you up and tickling you.

"Yeah, that's not how that works at all," he teased while you screamed with laughter. Finally, when you seemed to wear out slightly, he set you down with a gentle pat on the butt. "Now go play. Papa and I have work to do."

"For my birfday??"

"Can't tell you, it's a surprise," Papa grinned at you. You just squealed in delight, knowing that was code for 'yes', and tore out of the room, cheering.

Steve sighed happily. "Well, she's gonna sleep well tonight," he joked as he listened to you running down the hallway to the playroom. His phone pinged. He pulled it out, then gave a short cheer at the message. "Last thing just arrived," he said triumphantly. "Sam's hauling it to the rec room, and he's going to help us set up after she's gone to bed."

Bucky rubbed his hands together gleefully. "We did it, Stevie, we got it all. Nothing more to get, it's all here. We did it." They both paused in their cheering when they heard your footsteps come pitter-pattering down the hallway again. You peeked in to see if they were still in there, and then gleefully jumped into the room, holding out a piece of paper.

"Lookit, Papa, lookit Daddy!" you said, holding up your artwork. "Lookit what the new crayons that Aunt Shuri sent me do!! The purples are SPARKLY!!" you squealed with joy, shaking the hastily drawn flower picture at them. "They SPARKLE!! Purple sparklies are my new favorite EVER!! I'm gonna go draw more flowers!" you shrieked in one excited breath before hopping out of the room like a bunny.

Steve and Bucky just looked at each other in panic. Steve recovered first, going back to his phone. It only took two minutes, then he sighed in relief again.

"Okay," he said, a touch of weariness in his tone. "Purple sparklies on the way."

Bucky shook his head in wonder. "Wow," he said, hushed, looking at the phone in Steve's hand. "This internet thing...so great," he mused. "I still can't believe it."

"SO helpful, right??" Steve said, nodding vigorously along with his husband's wonder and appreciation of modern technology.

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The next day was one that you would remember forever.

You had excitedly but nervously held onto both your daddies' hands as they took you down to the big Avengers room where you all had your inside parties and holidays and stuff. They were watching you with big (and nervous) smiles on their faces as you entered the room, just the three of you. You stopped in awe at the sight that awaited you.

The room looked like it FAO Schwartz had exploded. There was a little bit of absolutely everything you loved, tucked into every nook and cranny of the room. There was a pin-the-tail-on-the-My-Little-Pony game, an inflatable dragon perfect for someone to bounce on, a dinosaur pinata, a coloring station, a lego station, a Disney princess dress-up costume rack- the list went on and on. Along with pops of colorful streamers and bunches of balloons with lights in them. It was a joyous cacophony of color and imagination. You walked around slowly and softly, your eyes wider than they'd ever seen them before, touching everything reverently as you took it all in. After a lap around the room and seeing a bit of everything that you loved, you turned to them.

"IT'S PERFECT!!!" you screamed joyously, before hurtling yourself into their arms.

The rest of the day was a brilliant blur.

Sam was the first one to arrive, and scooped you up in the biggest hug possible, whispering in your ear that you two would go flying the next time that he babysat and giving you a big kiss on the cheek. Bruce and Natasha arrived next, losing Wanda and Pietro instantly as you grabbed the other littles' hands and pulled them into your Wonderland. Natasha just laughed, seeing how entranced and excited you were.

"You two did it, you nailed it," she praised, playfully slugging Steve on the shoulder. "Although I will say you may have gone just the teensiest bit overboard," she said, an eyebrow arched playfully.

Bucky shrugged as Steve blushed. "I seem to recall a certain couple hiring and flying out Sokovian acrobats to put on a show for the twins' last birthday," Bucky tossed back playfully at her. Bruce chuckled low, putting his arm around his wife.

"He's got us there, love," he said, grinning at her.

Tony, Pepper, and Peter arrived soon after, causing all you littles to shriek with joy and pull Peter into the melee, which he joined happily.

"Wow," Pepper said simply, smiling and trying to contain her giggles at the craziness surrounding her. "You guys really outdid yourselves!" she said heartily. Tony looked around, then sidled right up to her.

"You DO realize that I am going to throw this in your face absolutely every time you accuse ME of going overboard for Pete," he said in his nonchalant tone, gesturing to the fantastical play land. Pepper just rolled her eyes and smiled.

The whole gang was quick to arrive after that. Nick, Maria, Rhodey, Thor and Jane, Darcy, Scott and Hope, Loki, Sylvie, and Prince Loki, Clint, Laura and all their kids, including Kate. Laura came and found you right away, giving you a huge hug- she always gave the best hugs ever.

"Happy Birthday, angel!" she said, squeezing you tight.

"Tank you, Aunt Laura!!" you said, giggling. You latched onto her hand, pulling her to the refreshment table. "Lookit, Papa and Daddy got me a COOKIE CAKE!!"

"Oh wow, that is so great! And so YOU!" she said, teasing and tickling you. You squealed in laughter before the gang called you back to play, and you took off running. Laura looked at the table. The paper dessert plates seemed to be a mix of Frozen, Phineas and Ferb, and purple sparkly ones. She tilted her head and looked up quizzically at Steve and Bucky.

"Internet," they both said, looking very proud of themselves.

"Ah," Laura said simply, nodding with a polite smile.

After a loud and raucous time, after the cookie cake was devoured and all the presents opened and all the games played, everyone went home. Steve and Bucky had gotten clearance to clean up the next day so they could spend this entire day focused on you. As they were getting you ready for bed, they got grateful texts from every caregiver in the Tower- all the littles were worn out from all the fun and had gone down easily.

You were the same- happy but exhausted from all the excitement and activity. "Best birfday ever," you murmured before your "I love you"s, a final squeeze to each of them, and falling asleep, tucked in between the two people who wanted to give you the world- and delivered today.

#daddy stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve rogers #daddy steve #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve x little reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky #daddy bucky x little reader

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wildlife4life · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks, @exhuastedpigeon, @fortheloveofbuddie, @forthewolves, @spaceprincessem, @rogerzsteven, @devirnis, @wikiangela @theotherluciferr @ladydorian05 @hippolotamus and @try-set-me-on-fire Thank you all so much! You are all so fantastic and I cannot wait for all your upcoming works!

I have barely written anything new recently because I am trying to get my house clean for my daughter's birthday party and I'm freaking sick with what I hope is an awful cold. Anywho, here is a bit from Eddie and Buck's first date from NFL Buck.

Eddie cleared his throat, unease and nerves gripping his vocal cords. In a span of minutes, Evan saw past the panic and angry bravado. He saw the curiosity and hidden attraction that drove Eddie to this point. To this date. And the earlier dread began to well up once again. A warm calloused hand landed on his bare forearm, pulling Eddie from his spiral and making him look up. He meets Evan’s concerned, yet understanding gaze, “No expectations, Eddie. None.” He tells him softly and a little bit of the panic recedes. Eddie’s whole life has been nothing but living up to expectations. Be the man of the house, get good grades, be team captain, find a woman, settle down, provide, and so many more. And here was this seemingly carefree college quarterback, with a whole heap of his own expectations that Eddie knows only an inkling about, insuring there are none tonight. Its freeing and something he never thought to look for, until now. “You already faced the hardest part of the night. You walked in. And I am in complete awe of you.” Evan says with such reverence and only Christopher has ever spoken to him in such a way, looked at him with admiration. It felt amazing and the last of Eddie’s panic bleeds away. “I just walked in.” He murmurs with a small smile and realizes, for the first time in a while Eddie didn’t run and instead made the brave choice, a choice just for himself.

Expectations placed on Eddie are a big part of his character I believe. Hope you enjoyed! If you want to see more NFL Buck just go here.

Tagging (no pressure): @disasterbuckdiaz @jeeyuns @eowon @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @alyxmastershipper @jesuisici33 @911onabc @911-on-abc @monsterrae1 @thekristen999 @lizzybizzyzzz @giddyupbuck @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @brokenribsdiaz @buck-coded @housewifebuck @bekkachaos @lover-of-mine @bvckandeddie @glorious-spoon @elvensorceress @transbuck @bigfootsmom @buddierights @eddiediaztho @gayhoediaz @gayedmundodiaz @athenagranted @rainbow-nerdss @honestlydarkprincess @loserdiaz And anyone I forgot and anyone else who wants to participate! Tag me! I love to see all the snippets from your works!

#wip wednesday #tag game #my wip #911 fox #911 abc #911 show #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #first date #weight of expectations #nervous eddie

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sunnyx07 · 2 years

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Hiii! I have a BSD request! Its a bot dark but its related to something that Ive been working through lately. Can you do as many bsd characters as you can reacting to their S/O getting emotional on their birtgday because they "didn't think they would make it this far"? Like they struggled with severe depression and suicidal thoughts/SH in their childhood and honestly didn't expect to make it to the age they are now? Its almost my birthday and I've been struggling with the same thing so i wanted some fluff with my favorite characters to help me through it! :) thank you so much!

Request?: yes Summery: Characters reacting on you getting emotional during your birthday Characters?: Dazai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Yosano, Chuuya, akutugawa, Fyodor and Nikolai. Genre: Angst, but mostly fluff.

A/n: Hey hey! I hope I did this on time before your birthday where ever you are- Happy birthday! I hope your doing well and got/ are getting the help you need. If anything my dms are open just for a nice talk if you ever feel lonely, and I'm proud of you of how far you've come. My dm's are open for you and anyone else in need! Anyways I hope you enjoy this fanfic

Dazai Osamu:

Obviously this man, would want you to have the best birthday of your whole entire life.

I mean, he probs didn't have any good birthdays considering his years of the mafia and how Mori had treated him over the years.

So when he knew that your birthday was coming up, he was planning it all carefully.

He got the perfect gifts, the cake, everything was done by the day it arrived.

So when you were alone with him, as he smiled at you, saying "Happy birthday belladonna!" with such a loving tone while carrying the cake (No he didn't bake it himself please don't let him in the kitchen-) You just started to cry.

He slightly panicked, cause we all know he isn't the best when it comes to human emotions.

He carefully set down the cake on the table as he hugged you, kissing on top of your head once in a while letting you cry in his chest

He carefully asks what's wrong, as you explains about your past and what you've been struggling with.

He frowned at the thought of his lover struggling so badly in life, relating to it himself. He cupped your face, and kissed your nose gently.

"I'm glad you're here, cause my birthday girl makes me the happiest man on earth."

Cue the water works again-

Atsushi Nakajima:

Sweet baby Jesus this poor baby-

He has absolutely no idea just him waking you up with breakfast on bed would automatically result into you crying badly in bed

"I-I'M SORRY! DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG-?"

He panicking please make sure to make sure he knows its not his fault.

as you explain to him what exactly happened, with you talking about your past, he can't help but get sad himself.

He loves you dearly and he doesn't want you to feel this way ever again.

He makes sure you will have the best day of your life

"let's go out! My treat!" He smiles brightly, that stupid dorky smile you absolutely adore.

Let's just say you feel extremely loved that day

Kunikida doppo:

Watch this man have your birthdays for the upcoming 10 years planned out completely-

He is a planning maniac after all😭

That's his love language though, act of service and for his partner he would gladly do so-

So he woke you up at 7 am in the morning cause of all the activities he had planned for you

"Y/n, wake up we have to leave in 15 minutes for your birthday activities."

"doppo its like 7 in the morning please-"

But after progressing the work he all did for you, going to your favourite restaurant, having everything you ever wanted ready for you, you couldn't help but cry silently with a smile while looking at him

This dude got caught of guard by your tears

You quickly had to explain that it was because of whatever was playing in the past

He looked at you with a sad look when you were done explaining

"Those times are over now dear, You've made it this far, You did it and I'm proud of you

Yosano akiko:

This absolute queen prepared everything besides her busy schedule, bless her heart-

She took you to the cafe beneath the agency, smiling gently as she let someone from the cafe bring out the cake with a small candle on it.

"Happy birthday my love" She chirped, as she had settled the gifts for you besides her.

Cue the water work from your end-

Being a doctor and all, she also took a hobby on studying people on the daily, so seeing how you reacted, she smiled gently and pulled you in a hug, letting you cry on top of her.

You told her about your past, as she listened carefully.

"Your safe and sound now Y/n, I love you"

Chuuya Nakahara:

Money money money-

he ain't scared to spoil you rotten with love on your birthday.

He cares a lot about the people he cares about and would do everything to protect them, especially the love of his life.

he took you on top of a rooftop somewhere in the city, watching the stars as he gifted you tons of gifts

Your bright smile couldn't distract him from the tears rolling down your cheeks

He cupped your face in worry, as you explained the reason why you were crying.

His face was slightly angry, not at you, but at the people who possibly could've cost this mind set.

"don't worry princess, I'll protect you with my life, now come on lets open another present."

Akutugawa ryunosuke:

He's interesting alright-

he never really had the best life, but he really wants to make you feel loved, even if he finds it hard to express it.

You don't really mind how he is, and you know how hard he tries.

So when he was done with work, and came at your doorstep with flowers in his hands, your favourite flowers, and your favourite snacks in a basket for your birthday, You began crying of happiness.

He immediately thought he did something wrong

please tell him its not him-

You explained your past and why you began crying, and he couldn't really help but feel bad for you

He set the gifts down on the table, and kissed your forehead gently

"You're fine and alive now, and thats what matters to me, You being happy and alive.

Fyodor dostoyevsky:

This man, with dazai, confuse me and interest me all at the same time-

He would not be the best with you crying, as he hardly really shows any sorts of sadness, guilt, rage, etc etc.

he does try his best though!

His reaction to you crying cause of your birthday is just to stand there, not knowing what to do-

eventually he just lets you cry and pats your head gently as you slowly start explaining why you are crying right now

He does feel bad for you, but he just pulled you closer to him as he let you rest on top of him.

"No need to worry about those days anymore Y/n, you got through them."

Nikolai Gogol:

This man was more excited than you were over your birthday-

legit jumping next to your bed to wake you up and open his gifts

and goddamn did he get a lot for you

he had prepared anything you could dream off, as he looked at you like a puppy waiting for his reward.

what he didn't expect was you to full on cry.

he quickly turned into a Serious Nikolai and pulled you in a hug.

You explained while crying about your past and reasons and he just held you even closer.

"I'll be here for you, always and forever, till death does us part."

#bsd imagines #dazai x reader #Atsushi x reader #Kunikida x reader #Yosano x reader #Chuuya x reader #akutugawa x reader #Fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #dazai osamu #Atsushi Nakajima #Kunikida doppo #Yosano akiko #Chuuya nakahara #akutugawa ryunoske #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #nikolai gogol #bunguo stray dogs

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thiscrimsonsoul · 6 months

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Semi-Hiatus From 10/21 Until 10/28

{out of paprikash} Hello, everyone. I received some very bad family news early this morning. I'll elaborate more under a cut for those who want to know, since I know many people don't want to hear about personal issues on rp blogs, and that's totally okay. I want all my blogs to be safe spaces for everyone. But the upshot is, I may not have very much time to write in the upcoming week, so I'll only be working on blogs whose characters I have a lot of muse for. I’ll leave @tarnishedxknight open, since I have a lot of muse for those characters, and I might write my Resident Evil muses (@youmissedone, @checkxmaster, and @freewillacquired) on their scheduled Wednesday (10/25) if time/muse allows. All other blogs, I will likely skip this week.

It’s hard for me to gauge, because sometimes when I get very upset/stressed, I want to write as a comfort/escape, but at other times I can’t even make words. There may be days when I write a lot and others when I write nothing. I’m sorry for anyone waiting for a reply, but all of this was very unexpected. I’m going to say I’ll be back next Saturday (10/28), but if that changes I'll let you know. Thanks so much for understanding. In the meantime, I hope you all are doing well. <3

Alright so... I don't want to go into a lot of details and overshare and make people uncomfortable, so I'll just quickly summarize what's going on.

I have a very toxic grandmother (she's 93) that me and my dad share time with my aunt with. She lives with us for 6 months out of the year and with her for 6 months, in a 2-2-4-4 breakdown. My grandma is so damaging to the mental health of whoever is taking care of her, and she greatly limits your freedom and ability to have a life because she can't be left alone for very long at all which is hard to deal with with work and whatnot, so we have to share time to keep our mental health from getting too bad. She causes my dad and I anxiety, depression, etc., but I won't go into detail as to all the reasons why. It's... a long story.

Anyway, Halloween is our happy time of year, because we love the season, we do a lot for it, and grandma is gone from August to December. Well... my aunt called today. She was just diagnosed with cancer and will need various treatments, so she can't take care of grandma anymore. We are getting her back two months early, we have to take down all our decorations for Halloween (she's very Christian and hates it), and we've had to cancel all our plans for Halloween and my birthday (some of which we had tickets and reservations we can't get refunds for), because when she's here, we can't leave the house for very long or go very far.

So at the height of when we were at our happiest and ready for Halloween and whatever else, we have to suddenly kindof... shut it all down... and accept back into our lives before we're ready this toxic person we were supposed to have a break from. And there will be no more breaks in the future, that's the worst part. Well, my aunt having cancer is the worst part, but you know what I mean. It's just all been a shock for us in so many ways.

*sigh* So yeah. If you've read this far, thank you for caring enough to do so, you deserve all the good things and I hope they come to you. I'll be okay, I just have to process everything, accept my new normal, somehow get through it. And I have to hope my aunt will be okay, forget about Halloween, and forget anything else me and my dad wanted to do for the foreseeable future. I am also getting laid off soon, probably after next semester according to my boss, so I need to find a new job. With grandma living with us all the time and my dad needing help to take care of her, I am extremely limited by what jobs I can look for, so that's another big source of anxiety. I just have to find a way through this, because I don't have a choice.

Again, thanks for understanding, and hopefully I can sort through this all in my head, get done everything that needs to get done in the next few days, and be ready to come back to my regular rp schedule next weekend. But like I said, I'll let everyone know if that changes.

#{ out of paprikash } ᵒᵒᶜ #tw: cancer #tw: anxiety #tw: toxic family

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crimsonredfeathers · 9 months

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Leaving

~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: smallest bit of fluff if you squint your eyes hard enough

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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Knowing you all too well from working with you on a daily basis for the past six months, Hawks immediately recognized your form on the street. "Hey, y/n!" His cheerful voice took you by surprise when he flew up beside you. "Hawks," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "what are you doing here?" His boots made contact with the pavement, as he landed right in front of you. "I was just wrapping up patrol and saw you walking all by yourself," he smiled as he folded his wings behind his back. "Guess you made it out of the agency on time for once." Hawks scratched the back of his head, knowing full well that it was usually his fault, that you barely left the office on time. You chuckled at his behavior. He definitely felt bad for making you stay after office hours, because you had to help with the reports or reschedule the entire upcoming day, considering the HPSC had decided that they'd need to see him first thing in the morning on short notice once again. But, honestly, you didn't mind at all.

"I hope your patrol went well, and I don't have to turn around to go back to the office," you joked while raising an eyebrow at him, an amused look present on your face. "No, y/n, you go and enjoy your evening," he laughed. "What about you?" His golden eyes widened in surprise. "I, uhm..." Hawks moved his hand to rest on his chin, just like he was contemplating what the actual answer to that question was. It surprised you that it took him that long to figure out what to tell you and triggered a whole new train of thought in your brain.

Comparing the life of a young pro hero who has been climbing the ranks as fast as Hawks had since his debut to his sidekicks sure wasn't ideal, but at least they would talk about joining friends for dinner or spending some quality time with their families. Hawks did not - not once. Didn't he go home after work to spend time with his loved ones or maybe go out to meet up with some friends? Did he just not want to talk about it? Or maybe, just maybe, there wasn't anyone waiting for him at all.

Come to think of it, you yourself didn't have any connections to anyone in this city, except for your work relations. Sure, you kept in touch with your friends back in your hometown, sending over a card whenever one of their birthdays drew close or calling them from time to time to see how they were doing. But ever since you'd moved over here, you were kind of lonely. An idea popped into your mind, and you did the only thing that seemed right to you. "You know, if you don't have anything better to do... Maybe you'd like to come over to my place and have a coffee with me?"

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Luckily, your apartment wasn't that far away, and while you could see other people staring, you didn't run into any real trouble. A few "uhs" and "ahs" accompanied you on your way from people who, of course, recognized the hero walking next to you. "Is she your girlfriend?" The both of you froze. Now that question took you by surprise. "It's a secret," Hawks winked at the girl with a cryptic look on his face. Instead of entertaining his mischievous behavior, you shook your head. "I'm his secretary," you clarified. Hawks pouted, reminding you of a kid that didn't get its way. "No fun, y/n," he whined. "Let's go, boss," you laughed heartily and continued your walk, motioning him to follow.

~*~

You unlocked and opened the door to your apartment, inviting Hawks in. "Make yourself at home," you smiled, the both of you discarding your shoes at the entrance area. Walking over to your living room, you watched him take in every detail of his surroundings while maneuvering through your apartment with utmost care so he wouldn't knock anything over with his feathers. With anyone else, you'd have felt a little weirded out, but during the past months, you'd learned that Hawks was very observant. "Take a seat," you nodded towards your sofa, "I'll be back with some coffee." Smiling, you left him in your living room.

~*~

With two cups of coffee and a hell of a lot of sugar cubes in a small bowl on a tray, you entered your living room again, only to see Hawks still standing in the room, right in front of a framed picture. "Who are they?" You placed the tray on the sofa table and walked over to stand next to him. "That's my former boss." You pointed at a middle-aged man standing on the right side of the picture. Moving the tip of your index finger over the glass that covered the photograph in the frame, you introduced Hawks to the people in the picture until you pointed at a younger version of yourself. "Well, and that would be me, just... younger. We took that photo only a few weeks after I started working at the office." A soft smile grazed your lips, as Hawks side-eyed you. "Do you miss them?" The tone of his voice was oddly low. "Sometimes I do miss the time we had together." You turned your head to look at him. A bittersweet expression was plastered on his face. Your eyes softened. "But then again, I wouldn't be working for you right now if things went any differently, and," you nudged his shoulder in an attempt to lighten up the mood, "working for you is something I really enjoy." Hawks' features relaxed visibly at your confession. "And now," you walked over to your sofa and plopped down, "let's enjoy our coffee before it's cold."

~*~

The two of you sat there for the better part of an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him a little about your life, how you'd realized early on that being a hero yourself was out of the question as you'd been born quirkless, but you did admire the hard work heroes put into making sure that everybody was safe, and how your mind was set on helping the heroes so they had more time available to help others. You spoke briefly about your time at U.A., where you had joined the business course since it didn't require a quirk at all, and how you had secured the job at the hero's agency back at home after graduating. Hawks listened carefully to everything you had to say. Even if he didn't tell you, he was deeply impressed by your dedication.

Hawks revealed a few snippets of his life himself, how he never went to any high school with a hero course, but was instead privately trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission for years. He didn't elaborate in detail on how he got there or what exactly the people at HPSC had taught him, and, quite frankly, it seemed rude to you to ask, but he did tell you that they had discovered him when he had saved a few people after a car accident when he was still a child. Hawks continued by telling you about how excited he was when he could finally open his very own agency once he had turned 18, but how overwhelming the workload could be sometimes. He was thankful that you'd done your best every single day since you'd joined the team and always had their backs. And, unexpectedly, taking your hand that had been resting on your thigh into his gloved one and squeezing it gently, he added: "I knew you were the right choice right away."

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Taglist: @claratakami @chrisrue15 @mysideeffectsofyou

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A huge thanks to everyone who's reading and supporting this story! See you next chapter ❤️👋

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha x reader fluff #bnha x reader fluff #hawks fluff #takami keigo fluff #hawks x reader fluff #takami keigo x reader fluff

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Omg omg dabble idea bc I’m obsessed with this headcanon.

I think Chifuyu gets psychosomatic illness when he’s even the slightest bit stressed. The symptoms get worse the more pressured he feels.

After even one sneeze, Mitsuya is eyeballing him the whole time, because he knows despite Chifuyu never telling anyone.

I can just imagine Mitsuya getting pissed off in Chifuyu’s place when he sees the little guy so sick he can barely stand. 🙌🙌

Holy- I'm learning so many new words today! :D This is absolutely amazing and I love you for sharing this with me- I've gotcha covered, Ducky! :D

CW: Sickness, Swearing

“Chifuyu, what the hell?”

It started out as a sneeze. Just a simple little “Achoo!”- nothing anyone in Toman put much thought into. Heck, not even Chifuyu thought much of it- must be seasonal allergies.

Definitely not because Midterms, a big Toman meeting, Peke-J’s vet appointment, and Baji’s birthday were all falling in the same week. Nope, definitely not any of that.

Chifuyu was convinced he had this. What was a little stress? He’s been through worse. And yet- soon the symptoms were getting worse. Sneezes turned into congestion, coughs grew more hoarse and hard to hide. Eventually he was waking up in the wee hours in the morning nauseated.

Still- he pushed on. He had this! He just needed to get through the upcoming week and he’d be fine. Once it was over, he’d be his usual self again.

For the most part- Toman believed him.

Except for Mitsuya.

That man saw everything.

Currently the pair were in Chifuyu’s room, the mentioned boy far too sick to even sit up on his own. His body felt like one huge furnace, and he wanted to both rip off all the sheets binding him to his bed and climb into a freezer. He barely heard Mitsuya come in- just heard his disappointed exclamation. “I’m fine..I just-” A hoarse cough exploded from his chest as he doubled over, hands rubbing his back to help him through it. When he looked up, he found Mitsuya glaring at him.

And in his hand, a glass of water.

“Dumbass. I can’t believe you’d let yourself get this sick! Here you are practically dying on us and you’re too stubborn to say anything!” Mitsuya’s back was turned as he dug through the convenience store bag, pulling out cough medicine. “Honestly- it’s bad enough Draken and Mikey only JUST sorted out their bullshit, and now this? What are we to do with you-”

The sound of sniffling made him pause. When he turned around, he found Chifuyu’s head bowed, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh Chi..”

“I’m not-” The blonde sniffed, reaching up to wipe his face. “I’m not cr-rying!” He ducked down, shamed at how weak he looked before Mitsuya of all people. “Ju-Just..give me a se-econd.”

Mitsuya didn’t say anything, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. A moment later, he reached out, resting a hand on the younger boy’s head. “So stubborn, even now.” He sounded fond, almost like he was smiling. “Tell me what’s going on. I can help, you know.” He reached over and snatched up the planner laying by, poking through it as Chifuyu wiped his face. “Ah, okay. Easy enough. Look- I’ll take care of Peke-J for you; I’m free that afternoon. Baji’s birthday- Toman’s gonna do something; we’ve got that planned out. You just focus on getting better and knocking out finals, kay?” He reached out, ruffling the other’s hair.

“....Okay.” He sounded so young, like his sisters getting over a fit. Mitsuya almost hugged him right there like he’d do with them.

Instead, he cuffed his chin, smiling. “That’s my guy.”

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #tokyo revengers #chifuyu matsuno #takashi mitsuya #dabble #tw: swearing #tw: sickness #angst with a happy ending #mitsuya being a big brother is goals #he's giving big dad energy lols #someone get Chifuyu a hug he needs it

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paperstarwriters · 7 months

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Just some Writing Updates

I feel like I'm constantly apologizing for this, but just to be clear for my own conscious, I'm really sorry I haven't been able to do much writing or post much fanfic currently!

School's just really kicking my ass right now and it's a very reading and writing heavy semester so my fingers tend to be kinda dead by the time I get some free time.

I'm still sorting out my schedule, seeing how long it takes me to do things, and working around extra events whether they be extracurricular (I'm gonna be strapped to an EEG for a psych experiment how exciting!!) to personal life (traveling with family, upcoming birthday parties, etc) But I'll try to write some things out.

I do have a lot of WIPs started, so I'll try to finish a few of them and have them posted eventually, and I have a lot of AUs and other content I really wanna share!

And then, of course, there is the Hermit's route fanfic. I do still really wanna work on it, but it seems like a very daunting task and It'll probably take me a while to finish it still considering how little I've been able to work on it due to school and life and how big of a fic it seems to be on outline alone. I do want to finish it though. I want to at least share it with others, but I'm really curious:

does anyone really even want to read it anymore? I'm sure we've sort of come to terms with the ending of Muriel's route in the arcana, and while I've planned on writing with much more magic and general variation in the story (though the core moments stay the same) I'm not sure if it's really... needed? anymore? I don't know. I'm tempted to just call it quits and write out a list of headcannons, and the general plot I had planned but I'm not sure.

If I go on with this, I might try to work on the story for NaNoWriMo. It'll be difficult between my classes, but worse comes to worse, I might give myself a little extension into December. To complete it then.

I don't know :/

Again though, I'm really sorry I haven't been writing much, and I really hope to squeeze in some writing soon. It makes me sad to see Muriel's hashtags only ever really gaining a few fics every so often, and not even really anything entirely devoted to him. I'm happy to see people talking about him at all, but still.

I hate that I feel an obligation to write, as if it's a job and not something I do for fun because it always makes it so much more harder for me to start in the first place :(

I really wanna write for Muriel some more. And maybe a little bit for Optimus as well. I'm sorry that I can't.

Ah, well. I'll get my writing time in there eventually.

Anyways,

#the arcana #Muriel #muriel x reader #writing updates #the arcana muriel

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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Drunken Questions

AN: We made it to part 2! This kind of a filler chapter for what’s in store in the shitshow that’s going to be chapter 3 <3 enjoy lol

Requested? No

Warnings: an intense make out scene (spoiler lol) alcohol, drunk!miriam, urban being lowkey mean to miriam

Word Count; 4.2k words

“So it’s like a party?” Miriam asked Jack.

They were talking over the phone, discussing his upcoming birthday. He's not hosting something big, just a kickback with some friends and his team. Jack didn't think Miriam was going to make it but she made it work. Yesterday afternoon she flew in from Paris. Miriam called him today while she was unpacking her luggage. Fashion month has ended and she is back in LA. And so was Jack for work.

He was in the studio with Lil Nas X and his team working on a song for Lil Nas’s upcoming album. When she called him, everyone decided to take a dinner break since they've been in the studio since the morning. Jack was nestled in the backseat of his car listening to her talk about her trip. He didn’t really understand what she was saying. He just enjoyed hearing her voice.

“But chill.” He answered her question. She had asked him what a kickback was because she'd never been to one.

“But chill.” she repeated to herself. Her airpods dinged that they were low on battery. “Hold on.” He heard her shuffle around her room. “You’re on speaker, don’t say anything stupid.”

“When have I said anything stupid?” Jack scoffed, feigning offense.

“Do you really want me to answer?” she snickered.

“You know what you’re uninvited to my birthday party.”

“I thought it was a kickback not a birthday party.”

“Now that you’re uninvited it’s going to be a full on party and you’re gonna miss out.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t know what to wear either way.”

“You could've worn that skirt you wore to Nobu. Your legs looked real good in that.” he said without even thinking twice.

“¿Miriam con quien hablas?” A voice was heard on the other line.

Jack cringed. Of course the one time he tried to get all flirty with her her mom had to be in the same room as her.

Miriam let out a nervous laugh. “With my friend,” she then said something in Spanish to her mom. He heard the door close on her side. “What did I say about saying stupid shit. Now my mom is gonna tell my dad and they're gonna assume that you’re only going to New York with me because we’re fucking.”

“And that's a bad thing because?”

“Because we're not fucking.”

“Not according to your parents.”

“I'm hanging up.” Miriam warned him in a playful tone.

“I’m kidding, don’t hang up please.” Jack pleaded.

“If you insist, I can spare a few more minutes.”

They kept talking for another half hour. Miriam got reinvited to Jack’s kickback. Then they went over the details of their trip to New York. Miriam was going to go to Tokyo for a few days, but because she didn’t have anyone to go with her, she wasn’t going to anymore.

Miriam usually went with her brother, but since he's in the middle of filming ‘La Familia Perfecta’ he couldn’t go with her. Her other option was her mom but she's in Europe promoting her upcoming movie. If they couldn’t go with her, Katalina usually went with her, but she was still in Europe because she had some campaigns and magazine covers to shoot. Her dad was also not an option though. Following his retirement, her dad started a very successful salsa and hot sauce company, one of their salsas has been used on The Hot Ones series, and he likes to oversee the company himself and only travels if it’s absolutely mandatory for him.

Jack would have gone with her but he only had a few days free before heading out to New York for Saturday Night Live, coincidentally Miriam’s mom was going to be the co-host the same, so he invited her to New York for a few days so the two of them could spend time together before he got busy with SNL.

Jack received a text from one of his managers. They needed him back in the studio. He frowned and replied that he’ll be there in a minute.

“Hey, I gotta go, but I’ll see you later, right?” Jack said, frowning.

“Yeah, just text me the address.” Miriam said before pausing to yawn. “Sorry, I still have jet lag.”

“Okay because I know I was not boring you. You were laughing not too long ago.”

“Bye Jack.” With how she said that, he knew that she was trying not to smile.

He grinned. “Bye Miriam.”

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“Do you need condoms?” Joseph asked Miriam. Before she could tell him no, he pulled open the center console and handed her a handful. “I’m too young to be a tío.”

She put them back from where her brother pulled them out of. “I don’t need any.”

“Oh shit! You got your own?”

Miriam’s cheeks warned up. “I don’t have any because I’m not planning on having sex.”

“Uno nunca sabe.”

“I do know, and I’m telling you I’m not having sex.”

“If you end up pregnant, don’t come crying to me.”

“Thank you for the ride.” She said, ignoring his last comment.

She got out of the car and adjusted her dress. She was wearing a black dress from Dion Lee’s spring 2020 collection. It went down to her ankles, but had a slit down the thigh to make the dress less conservative. In the runway show, the model wore it with a garter-like thing under it paired with thigh high socks. Miriam didn’t like that so she wore it with her leather Versace platform boots because she liked to show some leg. What she did keep from the runway look was the leather vest/harness/corset thing that went around her stomach area.

“How are you getting home?” her brother asked her when she reached for the gift bag.

“Uber probably.”

“I get off at seven a.m. Text me if you want me to pick you up then.”

“Why would I stay so late?”

Joseph rolled his eyes at her comment. “Be good and don’t get pregnant.”

Miriam flipped him off and closed the door. Music played loudly as she went up the steps that led up to the house. She pressed the doorbell. She pulled her phone out after a few minutes of waiting, to text Jack that she was here when Drama, Jack’s label friend, opened the door.

“Hi Dee!” Miriam said, side-hugging Drama.

“Hey Miriam. How are your parents?” he asked her.

“They’re good. My dad told me to say hi for him before my brother dropped me off.” She looked behind Drama and gave Jack a small wave. “Hi.”

“Hey.” he smiled brightly.

“I’m gonna go do a lap.” Drama cleared his throat. He patted Miriam’s arm. “Enjoy yourself.”

“I got you a present.” Miriam said nervously once his manager was out of sight. She handed him a large matte black back with white tissue paper on top. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Is it not your birthday?”

“I mean yeah…”

“Then you get a birthday present.” She shrugged.

Jack knew better than to argue with her. She was stubborn and even if he tried to fight her on it, she wouldn't budge.

“Let’s go upstairs to my room, I wanna see what you got me.” He held out his hand for her to take.

“You’re not going to wait and open your other presents?” She asked him.

“Those can wait.”

Truth was that she was the only person, aside from Drama and Chris, his manager, that got him a present. But he had a feeling if he told her that, she’d get embarrassed. He took her hand and guided her through the party. They made their way up the steps. He heard a few hollers and whistles from his friends, making him blush. He gently nudged her up the stairs. He turned to his friends, flipping them off.

“Sorry about that.” he mumbled, pulling out his keys to unlock his room.

“It’s okay.” she waved him off.

He opened the door and let her in first. He closed the door behind them. He watched Miriam sit on his bed. She fluffed some pillows behind her and leaned back. One of her legs hung over the bed while the one with the exposed leg was bent almost like she was sitting criss-cross-applesauce. After seeing that Jack took off his shoes, she did the same, neatly lining up her boots against the nightstand.

He took a seat next to her, his thigh almost touching her exposed knee. He carefully opened the gift bag, pulling out the tissue part. He took a peek inside, immediately recognizing the orange box and blue ribbon. He closed the bag and looked over to her.

“Miriam, please tell me you did not get me Louis Vuittton.” he said flatly.

“Do you want me to lie to you?” She asked and leaned in, whispering. “Because I don’t like lying to my friends, Jack.”

“We're friends?” He asked her in a hopeful tone.

“Of course we are! You think I'm just buying random people some Louis Vuitton?” She patted the gift bag. “Open your present.”

Miriam sat closer to him, dangling her feet off the bed. Jack pulled open the orange box, revealing a dark blue bottle with gold etching and the bottom of the title was 'JH' also in gold etching. Under the bottle was a white monogrammed windbreaker with indigo watercolor detailing.

“I don’t know what to say,” he turned to Miriam, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of things, especially when the gift was as nice as the one she got him. He was always the one who gave things to friends and family. He never expected anything in return, but it felt nice to get something.

“You're welcome.” she grinned. She nodded her head towards the windbreaker. “One thing though, you can’t wear that in public until like mid April because Virgil said that the collection won’t be available until then.”

“How did you get it then?”

“I have my connections.” she shrugged, making Jack snort.

They sat in a comfortable silence. Miriam leaned her head on Jack’s shoulder, listening to some hip hop song heard all the way from downstairs. They both turned to face one another and smiled. Jack’s eyes dropped down to her lips. Then they wandered back to her eyes.

Without thinking twice, Jack cupped her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. The first few were awkward as Miriam was taken back at the fact that he kissed her. But when she relaxed into it, she kissed him back with full force. She wasn’t sure how she ended up straddling him, but she didn't mind it. She also didn’t mind his hands on her ass and how grinded her against his crotch. Miriam threw her neck back, reveling in how good he felt against her. She mentally gave herself a pat on the back for wearing full lace panties. Jack nipped and sucked down her neck to find her sweet spot. He barely caught her strangled moan when he nipped the spot between her jaw and neck. He repeated his actions, earning a louder moan from her.

Jack rolled them over so that he was on top of her. They continued kissing. Their hands were everywhere. Miriam pushed up Jack’s shirt. He got the hint and sat on his knees, pulling off the shirt. He chucked it over his shoulder and got on top of her once more. He spread her legs so he’d fit more comfortably between her legs.

“The things you do to me, Miriam.” Jack murmured in her ear. He wrapped one of her legs over his waist, bringing her closer.

“Yo, Neelan and Drama are loo– shit!” The door slammed behind them. It was Jack’s friend.

“Fuck,” Miriam cursed,

She pushed Jack off her, mumbling a half-assed excuse. She grabbed her boots and slipped them on, not bothering to zip them up as she made her way downstairs. She went straight to the kitchen and poured herself some cheap tequila, downing the whole thing. She refilled her drink and finished it one gulp.

How could she be so stupid? She thought to herself. Miriam couldn’t believe she threw herself at him, especially after telling her older brother multiple times that she’s not planing on fucking Jack only for her to jump him the second he took her upstairs. He probably thought the worst of her, she would too if she was in his shoes. He most likely doesn’t want to see her face anymore.

She sighed and poured herself more tequila. She took in her surroundings, noticing that the kitchen was empty. She followed the sounds of people singing happy birthday out in the backyard, but she returned to the kitchen. She took a seat on one of the stools. She read over the bottles looking for another cheap bottle of alcohol. She settled with some vodka, fully knowing that she shouldn’t be mixing her alcohol, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

“You’re quick.” A voice said behind her.

Miriam recognized the voice, it was Jack’s friend that walked in on them.

“What are you talking about?” She asked him, watching him light a blunt.

“Usually Jack waits for the ink to dry before doing whatever you guys were doing. You must have something that made him change his mind.” he said, before taking a hit. He scanned over Miriam’s body then met her eyes. “I don’t see what he sees in you, but I’m gonna guess that it has to do with your daddy’s bank account.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying? However I don’t appreciate how you’re talking down to me.” Miriam frowned. “I don’t even know you for you to be saying all that shit.”

“Look I’m saying that even you should know that you need to sign an NDA to be in the same room as Jack. I’m just warning you if you’re expecting more because you’re not getting anymore than that.”

“Is everything okay?” Jack asked, looking between Urban and Miriam.

“Yeah, he was just telling me you’re out of tangerine flavored White Claws.” Miriam said, not meeting Jack’s gaze. She looked at her phone. “I should get going. I only came to drop off your present.”

Urban mumbled something but masked it with a cough.

“You say something Urb?” Jack asked him in a challenging tone.

“Nah, I was just clearing my throat.” Urban took another hit of his blunt and walked away.

Miriam stared down at her phone as she texted Beto to come pick her up. She could feel Jack’s eyes on her. She just couldn’t look at him. She was embarrassed and the last thing she wanted to do was look him in the eye. Even his best friend assumed the worst of her, she couldn’t fathom what Jack thought of her too.

“Can we talk?” Jack asked her softly.

Miriam deleted the text she drafted and nodded. He took her hand and led her down the hall to a private hallway. He opened the door to a home studio. He closed the door and locked it while she sat on a leather couch.

Jack sat across from her on a sturdy wooden coffee table. He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat off his hands on his pants.

“There’s no easy way to say this,” he began. He cleared his throat once more. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened upstairs. That wasn’t my intention when I took you to my room.”

“Jack,”

“It was shitty of me. I didn’t ask you if you wanted me to kiss you and next thing I know I’m all over you. That was uncalled for and I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that, Miriam. So from the bottom of my heart I apologize. Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen, alright?”

“Sure.” Miriam mumbled.

“Okay, good. I’m gonna make a few rounds but I’ll be back. Don’t go okay?”

She gave him a nod. “Okay.”

***

By one in the morning, Jack had lost track of Miriam. The last place he saw her was when she was dancing and singing along to Bad Bunny with Lil Nas X. That was an hour ago. Now he had no idea where she was. He hoped that she didn’t get in an Uber like she said she would. She had been drinking a lot and knew that it wouldn’t be safe for her.

He went to his room to check if she was in there, but it was empty. Scratching the back of his neck, he pulled out his phone and called her. He hung up hearing her phone ring on his bed.

“Yo, your girl is asleep in the studio.” Druski popped his head into his room.

“Thanks man.” Jack patted his shoulder.

He made a pit stop at the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle for her before he went to the studio. He found Miriam curled up on the leather couch. She used one of his hoodies as a blanket and one of the blankets as a pillow. He closed the door and walked up to her. He gently shook her shoulder.

“Miriam, wake up,” he said softly.

After a few more shakes, she woke up. She sat up confused. Her curls all over and her makeup was a little smudged around the eyes. She surveyed the room then her eyes landed on Jack. Her eyes widened in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” She quickly said, slipping on her shoes and began folding his hoodie. “I was looking for a pen because your friend with Tarzan hair said I needed to sign a nada form if I wanted to be your friend. Then I sat down and I fell asleep.”

Miriam stumbled as she made way to the door, but Jack caught her. He sat her down on the couch and handed her the water bottle.

“It’s cold.” she grimaced, but she took a sip nonetheless. She passed him the water bottle back and laid back down on the couch. “Bedtime.”

“Hey, Miriam, wake up. We have to get you home.” Jack said, sitting her up.

“No, I’m gonna get drunk if my dad sees me in trouble.” tears brimmed around her eyes. “I can’t go home, Jack. And don’t say I can stay here, I already know I can’t stay here because your friend said I had to sign a nada form if I wanted to hang out with you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Miriam, you can’t go to a hotel.” Jack tried to reason with her.

“Your friend said that you’re only allowing me to be your friend because my dad’s rich but I still have to sign a nada form.” She explained, wiping her tears.

It took Jack a second to realize she meant NDA but she was just saying it instead of spelling it out. It made him feel bad because he did hand out NDAs like Jehova Witnesses handed out booklets at bus stations. He may only hvae been talking to Miriam for a few weeks but he trusted her and knew she wouldn't run off to the media to talk about him.

“I’m gonna get an Uber and go to a hotel…fuck where’s my phone.” she said, bringing him back from his thoughts.

“Then where am I supposed to go? I don’t have anywhere to go!” She broke into sobs.

Jack sighed and pulled her to his chest, letting her cry until she calmed down. “You can take my bed, yeah?” He told her, smoothing out her curls.

Miriam shook her head and hiccuped. “Your friend said–”

“Urban is just being Urban. Don’t pay attention to him.”

Jack pulled her up and they made their way upstairs. He picked out some sweats and a t-shirt for her change into. He went to the bathroom and walked out with a brand new toothbrush.

“The bathroom is the door next to the TV. I’ll be right back, okay?” He said handing her his clothes and the toothbrush.

“Thank you.” she mumbled.

Jack closed the door behind him and went to the kitchen. He grabbed another water for Miriam when Urban walked in the kitchen.

“Where’s money bags?” He asked Jack, lighting up another blunt.

“Why did you tell Miriam that she had to sign an NDA?” He asked, ignoring Urban’s question.

“Because that’s what you always do with girls you fuck?”

“Miriam and I aren’t going to hook up.”

“Well when I walked in on y’all, it looked like y’all were.” Urban took a hit. “I’m just looking out for you. It’s clear that she’s using you for clout, but you don’t see it because you’re far up her ass to see it.”

“When has she used me? The whole night she didn’t post or take any pictures. She had multiple opportunities and she didn’t post anything.” Jack said defensively. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “We’re just friends and I don’t appreciate you meddling.”

“Whatever man.” Urban waved him off. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by a series of dings and buzzes. “Who’s texting you?”

Jack pulled out his phone and checked. “Miriam’s older sister?” he replied. He furrowed his eyebrows, switching the phone to the lockscreen to reveal a picture of Daisy, Miriam’s dog, and Miriam in what he assumes is a car.

“So you’re telling me you’re stringing along sisters?” his best friend laughed in disbelief. “Fuck man, even I know that shit’s gonna backfire on you.”

“I’m not stringing anyone along.” Jack said defensively. “It’s Miriam’s phone. I must have picked up the wrong one when I went to check on her.”

He left Urban in the kitchen without another word and went back to his room. He opened the door and found Miriam crying only wearing her baby blue lace bra and the sweats he gave her.

“What’s wrong?” He said, averting his eyes away from her.

“I can’t take off my bra. The back is missing.” She sniffled, showing him that her bra clasped in the front. “Can you help me?”

Jack cursed. In another circumstance in heartbeat he would help her take off her bra, but not tonight.

“I’m gonna see if Neelam is still here so she can help you.” He excused himself.

“No! She’s going to laugh at me.” she blubbered.

“Well I can't help you take off your bra, Miriam.” He snapped at her.

“Why?”

“Because you’re drunk!”

“Why are you yelling at me? I’m just asking you for help.”

Jack sighed. He had no idea what to do. On one hand he's just helping her out of her bra but on the other he was touching a drunk girl.

"I got it! Mira, Jack." Miriam exclaimed.

"What– Jesus!" He mumbled, turning around. "Please cover yourself."

"Why? You've never seen boobs before? Are you a virgin? Is that why you didn't want to have sex with me?" She rambled off.

He rolled his eyes at her for the nth time and went into his closet to pick out some pajamas to change into. He went to the bathroom and changed. He brushed his teeth and his night routine. By the time he got out of the bathroom, Miriam was fast asleep.

A buzzing came from Jack's pants. He dug in the pocket and pulled out Miriam's phone. The name 'JoBro 🤎 (no the actual Jonas Brothers)' lit up the the screen. Jack deduced it was Miriam's older brother so he answered.

"Hey, uh, this is Jack Harlow. Miriam's friend." He said in a quiet voice so he wouldn't wake the sleeping girl in his bed.

"Oh hey, is Miriam around?" Her brother asked.

"She's fast asleep. Earlier she got drunk so now she's sleeping it off. I offered to drive her home but she freaked out saying that she was going to get in trouble, so imma let her crash here."

Joseph laughed. "Yeah she got in trouble her sophomore year and our dad scolded her for that. It was more of a 'be safe' lecture rather than a 'you shouldn't be drinking you're fifteen' lecture. She didn't get punished or anything, but Miriam’s sensitive so she took it badly. Even more because she's our dad's favorite and she never did anything illegal. So now she only drinks one alcoholic per party– well not in this case."

Jack hummed in response.

"So Miriam is sleeping?" He asked him.

"Yeah, she's in my room. I'm gonna sleep on the couch we have in the studio."

"Okay. I'm just gonna text my dad that she ubered to set since it's closer than ubering home and that she fell asleep the second she got here so he doesn't freak out that she didn't come home."

"Sounds like a plan." Jack said.

"Thanks for taking care of her."

"It's Miriam, I'd do anything for her."

They bid each other goodbye and Jack hung up. He plugged in Miriam's phone so it could charge. He collected some things that he'll need in the morning and turned off the light.

"Where are you going?" Miriam asked him.

"I'm going downstairs." He said.

"Okay." She got up and wrapped the blanket around her. "Let's go."

"You're not going anywhere." Jack steered her back to bed.

He walked two steps when he felt Miriam's hand around his wrist. "Stay with me."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"You're drunk."

"But we're just sleeping." She reasoned, confused by the circumstances. "Jack, why won't you sleep with me?"

"Just get some rest, Miriam." He sighed defeatedly. "We'll talk in the morning."

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Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Mikan (pt. 24)

Yesterday, we finished talking about the Sports Fest Arc. Though Luna has been dealt with, Natsume is still distant, and Mikan will feel the effect of this during this next transition arc.

This arc's purpose is to build tension and suspense for the upcoming monster of an arc. If any of the chapters leave you with a vague, unsettling feeling, that's intentional!

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Chapter Eighty-Nine

The Red Team won the Kibasen in the end, securing their victory in the Sports Festival. Often, at the end of an arc, Mikan will say, “[insert event here] ended safely!” but that will be increasingly not the case from here on out. Though things seem happy now compared to the frustration and jealousy of the previous arc, unbeknownst to Mikan, this is just the beginning of a long period of suffering. This current peace is incredibly fragile and due to break any second. The ESP is now suspicious that Mikan has the stealing alice, which will flavor the next transitionary arc as he tries to get confirmation.

Mikan my beloved always and forever (you deserve better than the character arcs ahead of you).

I really don’t want to get into all of the ins and outs of why I don’t care much for Mikan having the stealing alice, but my biggest issue with it is how much it overshadows her nullification from here on out, and how the emphasis changes from Mikan’s uselessness complex and insecurity to the taboo possession of the potentially dangerous stealing alice. Mikan’s “uselessness” insecurity isn’t really resolved yet, so it makes me sad that the arc is left hanging open for the sake of the stealing alice.

Anyway, it is what it is, so we’ll be moving on.

It’s time for summer!

Class B has a new uniform for the season and things seem to have settled down. Everyone is getting along again and almost everything is back to normal…

Except for Natsume.

Everyone is gossiping about what could be up with him. He was more on Luna’s side than anyone else, but now that the truth about her deceitfulness has been revealed, his lack of apology or attempt to make up has confused everyone--leading some to guess that he might be upset with them for some reason. In any case, despite Natsume’s long-lasting popularity, he’s become a bit of a pariah since the Sports Festival.

But Mikan made the choice to believe in him, no matter what. She knows that he was manipulated and blackmailed like she was now, but his behavior now still bothers her. She concedes that he’s always kept to himself, but this is different from usual. Mikan knows that he’s not mad or anything--he’s purposefully isolating himself. She’s not hurt, just insecure and fearful about why exactly he would be isolating himself now.

When it comes to Natsume, Mikan has always had one consistent wish--stay stay stay stay stay.

Once again, Mikan’s intuition is spot on, and she has the feeling that Natsume might leave and he’s distancing himself to make his absence less felt. She tells her friends that she believes in him and that he wouldn’t act like this for no reason.

“His every action makes me feel insecure,” she thinks to herself, which means that she’s keeping her eye on him and that she is increasingly afraid of what he might do next. Though everything else seems to have slid perfectly back in place, this issue with Natsume is front and center in her mind. I say this because even though Mikan doesn’t interact a lot with him in this arc, she will never stop thinking about him.

Natsume’s self-isolation isn’t the only thing amiss. This chapter also establishes that Luna is back to being despised by this class just like she was when she was a child, as well as the fact that Narumi-sensei has been ill lately and hasn’t been coming to class.

Mikan and her friends go to Central Town to buy gifts for kids with May and June birthdays, but she is distracted for most of the trip. Hotaru correctly deduces that she’s freaking out about the alice stones she was able to pull from her classmates at the Sports Fest and her suspicion that she might have a second alice. Hotaru fills her in on the New Year’s Arc, how her life was saved by a mysterious stone appearing in her hand--that there’s sufficient evidence to assume she has another alice in addition to her nullification.

Sigh...

Mikan is initially excited about this possibility, that she has two alices and that she might have to come up with a name for the second.

A passing Goshima tells her that such an alice would be called a stealing alice, which takes over Mikan’s mind for the next few days.

Chapter Ninety

Again, Hotaru is able to deduce that Mikan is concerned with the other person who possesses the same alice as her: Yuka, the notorious member of Z, who hurt her friends. Mikan is able to glean that she must have some sort of tie to her if they have such a rare alice in common. But Hotaru tells her not to worry about it--that an alice isn’t necessarily bad just because one person who possesses it happens to be bad.

The only thing I like about Mikan having the stealing alice is mother/daughter connection. The rest is bleh.

Of course, we’re in a strange place now where ¾ members of the main group know that Yuka is Mikan’s mother, but Mikan remains oblivious. It’s interesting that her friends keeping this a secret from her doesn’t really make much of a difference. Of course, Tsubasa and Natsume knowing is crucial since they have to do what they can to avoid hurting Yuka in their missions to find her. Additionally, Hotaru and Ruka knowing means they are able to warn Mikan to keep her second alice a secret. Without that knowledge, Mikan might open up to the wrong person which would have disastrous consequences.

Anyway, these scans are terrible but I’ll parse out what I can. Basically, there’s a group of troublemakers who have been running rampant lately because Natsume--who had previously kept them in check--has now been isolating himself. As a result, chaos has been all over the school. Sumire leads the charge in catching them, but they end up victim to another prank, causing the usual suspects’ souls to shuffle.

Mikan’s soul has sadly shuffled into Bear’s body, so she’s not even human for a bit here. She is very upset about this. Ruka seems to think she’s very cute and Hotaru teases her, and Mikan quickly turns to those most sympathetic to her plight, which creates an odd image of Hotaru and Natsume’s bodies comforting a crying Bear. They find out that this shuffle will wear off eventually--they just need to stay in the same area in order to get to their bodies. Unfortunately, Bear rather likes being in Koko’s body and has run off somewhere, so now the group is chasing after him.

I'm just a big fan of this panel, I don't know.

Chapter Ninety-One

Mikan--still in Bear’s body--finds her best friend Hotaru--still in her body--and notices that she seems upset. This is testament to their closeness. So far in the past few chapters, Hotaru has demonstrated keen understanding of what must be taking over Mikan’s thoughts. And now, Mikan demonstrates that she can tell when Hotaru is upset. Though on the outside, Hotaru seems the same as always, Mikan knows her better than that and can discern that something is wrong.

This is actually my favorite arc for their friendship.

Purely from Mikan’s POV, this scene is long and awkward for a bit there--Hotaru is quiet and not answering any of her questions. But then Hotaru hugs her, and it’s one of the only times (and I believe the very first time) that Hotaru initiates a hug with Mikan like this. Usually, Hotaru allows Mikan to hug her, or hugs her back after giving Mikan permission. But this time, Hotaru hugs her, and although Mikan is touched and happy to see Hotaru so affectionate, it’s even more evidence that something isn’t right, even when Hotaru assures her she’s fine.

Hotaru is able to change the mood, telling Mikan that they’ll be best friends no matter what.

But their moment is interrupted by another soul shuffle. Lucky Mikan is back in her own body, but Hotaru is now in Bear. Koko and Mikan, now in their proper bodies, are the most stable and thus should be responsible for finding Bear and bringing him back. Unfortunately, Koko wants to spend more time with Sumire’s new personality, so Mikan is on her own.

Except that Yuu has one more thing to tell her before she runs off--about Natsume. While he was in Natsume’s body, Yuu was in terrible pain. He assumed it was because of the soul shuffle, but he doesn’t feel pain at all being in Sumire’s body. Natsume, who goes frequently to the hospital, has been hiding the fact that he’s in constant agony from the rest of the class.

Always one consistent wish: stay stay stay stay.

Mikan doesn’t linger--she takes off to find Natsume. She has been guessing about Natsume’s alice shape for a long time and Yuu has just given her further evidence that she could be right. She’s been right about a lot of things lately, but this is one thing she doesn’t want to be right about.

She finds him quickly, but he turns away and doesn’t say anything, so his body must still be possessed, probably by Bear. Sound logic. She handcuffs Bear to prevent him from running off again, very proud of herself for catching him so quickly. But Bear!Natsume doesn’t want to move from the bench he’s sitting at, so he handcuffs himself to her and Mikan has no choice but to sit next to him for a moment.

This next moment is interesting because Mikan is the only one speaking. Usually, Mikan is the more talkative of the two, leading the conversation and being generally loud. But Natsume usually offers a quip or insult or some sort of snarky comment. This time, since he’s pretending to be Bear--or rather, just refusing to say anything and letting her come to her own conclusions--he can’t do that. He has to be entirely quiet and listen to what she has to say. Additionally, the fact that Mikan thinks she’s talking to Bear leads her to say things to him she wouldn’t otherwise confess.

This is the most honest she's ever been with Natsume and that's only because she doesn't know he's Natsume!

Mikan is in a grouchy mood, so she complains a little about how Bear and Natsume both share the same rotten personality, but the complaints lose their annoyed edge and her tone turns serious. Both Bear and Natsume are hard to understand, she confesses.

Despite the fact that she knows it was Natsume who confessed his feelings at the Borrowing Race and despite the fact that she swore she would put her faith in him, Mikan is still insecure. She wonders if Natsume really likes her at all. Everything between them is complicated and she’s understandably confused.

Mikan thinks she is currently talking to Bear, but Bear is a stuffed animal. He is not human and he doesn’t even speak. Really, in this moment, Mikan feels like she’s talking to herself. She’s finally letting herself say out loud and ponder the idle but pressing thoughts that have been plaguing her for a while now. It feels safe to do so, to finally be truthful about what she’s feeling--mainly confusion--because Bear is the one person who can’t really judge her no matter what she says. But it’s pretty huge that Mikan is even willing to think this, because, as we know, Mikan has been suppressing any analysis of her own emotions, especially regarding Natsume, from the very start.

But even though she’s finally voicing some of her thoughts, she’s not being entirely forthcoming. There’s still plenty of thoughts that she’s decided to keep to herself, namely what she really wants right now, which is to hear Natsume confirm something--anything.

I love that even when she's being more honest and upfront about her feelings than ever, she's still holding back. Queen of Repression, this one, even more than Natsume and I stand by that.

So much of Mikan’s understandings about Natsume are inferences rather than solid facts. Either Ruka spills some secret or Mikan has to play a guessing game, but in the end, Natsume never says anything about himself. He never talks about his feelings or his past or what he’s up to. Mikan has to figure it out herself, and he has never stopped being a puzzle. Ruka sharing Natsume’s backstory was informative because she now has solid evidence that she isn’t entirely delusional about him, but Natsume still isn’t offering any reassurances. The alice stone may or may not be his. That confession may or may not have been Natsume and he may or may not have meant it. Natsume might or might not leave, but either way, he isn’t about to tell her.

And she knows that he won’t. That’s what makes it all so frustrating--she knows him too well and Natsume hasn’t opened up about himself at any point in their relationship so why would he start now? Even her decision to believe in him was a result of her own inference and ability to discern that it was Natsume who had hugged her and thus that Natsume must be going through his own stuff too. So her faith in him, though she won’t be compromising on it in anyway, is still tied to insecurity. This new information about his health--again, given through another source and not the boy himself--only makes things worse. What if he really does “go somewhere”?

This is a really big moment for Mikan. She is able to open up, if only to Bear, but she still holds back. The last (and first) time she said out loud what she really wanted from Natsume, he rejected her in favor of Luna. She’s still not ready to be so vulnerable again, so she shares some of her thoughts but keeps the more fragile ones to herself.

But when Natsume holds her hand, she’s taken aback. This was supposed to be akin to talking to herself, helping herself work out some of her issues, or at least letting them out. She hadn’t expected comfort or affection, especially from Bear.

But it’s not really Bear, is it?

I looooooove that Mikan and Natsume kiss and hug and hold hands all before becoming a couple. It's so silly.

There’s proof that it has been Natsume all along when the kids run by and scream that Bear has finally been found, but I think Mikan figures it out when he holds her hand. Like I said, Mikan has been basing all of her knowledge of Natsume off of inferences and other people’s accounts. She knows him very well because she has been looking closely at his behaviors and actions, because she has no other choice. If Mikan ever wanted to know him, she’d have to do all of the heavy lifting in the relationship, to pay careful attention to how he acts in order to get even the slightest idea of how he feels. She’s always looking closely, and I think she can tell that it’s Natsume holding her hand, not Bear.

She and Bear aren’t close. They’re not friends. Bear has been nothing but violent and aggressive with her. Their best moments so far have involved deals and bargains, not genuine kindness or compassion on Bear’s part. This will change soon, but not now. Now, Mikan knows better than to think Bear would hold her hand after listening to her whine.

It’s Natsume’s body after all, and she had just been talking about him and how he’s been making her feel. It takes her by surprise, but she knows it’s him. He hugged her as an apology and he’s holding her hand to assure her now. It’s consistent behavior, and that’s all she has to go by, but it’s enough to know, even before the kids come running by.

They sit in silence for a moment after the crowd leaves. It’s awkward and tense for both of them. Now Mikan knows it was Natsume all along and she had just spilled so many vulnerable feelings with him. Moving on in this conversation will be uncomfortable. So, of course, Natsume leaves. He’s somehow able to uncuff himself, leaving Mikan on the bench. She could let him leave and continue to stew in the tense aura they’ve been living in since before the Sports Fest, but she doesn’t want to.

Very bold for her!!! I'm proud of you, Mikan!

She is always looking at his back, always watching him leave. What she wants more than almost anything is to make sure he doesn’t leave for good, to keep him here with her.

So she calls out to him. She knows she won’t get a full, emotional conversation with him about any of this (she's not ready for that either), but she still wants some sort of reassurance. She wants one answer and she wants to hear it from him this time. She asks him outright if he’s going to leave. Of course, she distances herself from that emotional fragility by using “us” instead of “my,” but we know to expect that by now. She’s already putting enough on the line by asking any part of it. She has to distance herself a little in order to get the question out.

She thinks to herself that she just needs him to confirm that he’s staying put, that that’s all she’ll need in order to stay strong. She wants to think she’s being silly, that she’s overthinking it, that this one inference is way off base. She doesn’t want to lose him, or even imagine that losing him is possible. Mikan was able to use her alice all the way across the room because of that fear, had to confront the possibility again during the New Year’s Arc, and was just now forced to endure the Sports Fest apart from him. One of Mikan’s most consistent fears is the fear of losing Natsume, so it makes sense that this would eat away at her like this, that she would need to hear assurances from him that she’s making it all up.

But Mikan’s inferences have rarely been off base, least of all about this. I think she knows that too, that she just wants to hear a confident “no” regardless of what the truth is, just so she can put off thinking about it, just so she can be secure for a moment.

That's good enough for now.

And he gives her that, the “I’m not going anywhere” that she’s wanted to hear for a while now. He doesn’t give her anything else, but she never expected him to. This is enough, because now she can relax for a bit until this subject inevitably rears its ugly head once more.

Chapter Ninety-Two

One tense moment resolves, only to lead to another. Mikan sees Narumi against a tree, obviously in pain and suffering. Mikan is naturally concerned, so she approaches him and asks if she could call anyone. He dismisses her concerns and assures her he’ll be fine if he rests for a bit, but that evidently isn’t even close to the truth because he then falls unconscious.

Narumi passed out gripping Mikan’s hand so she can’t run off to find help. She feels useless--such a novel feeling for her, right?--unable to do anything for someone she loves… yet again. Assistance comes from an unlikely place when Jinno arrives, telling her to remove his glove. She does and both she and Jinno are shocked to see his hand is rotting, obviously the work of Persona’s alice. Mikan recognizes the marks, and is horrified that Narumi was hiding this for who knows how long. Jinno voices worry that the marks have reached his heart and that he’s at the end of his rope and Mikan realizes what she has to do.

Nothing good, that's what.

She was told by Hotaru that she’d saved herself with her stealing alice when Persona had almost killed her. She knows then that her alice could do that again, for Narumi. But she was also compelled to keep this a secret, so using the alice in front of Jinno could cause problems.

Jinno has up to this point revealed no evidence that he isn’t loyal to the ESP or that he has his students’ best interests in mind. He could--and probably is, in Mikan’s POV--be affiliated with the fukitai and the oppressive systems here, more aligned with Persona and the ESP than the mysterious person looking out for her. But Mikan chooses to use her alice in front of him anyway, to put herself on the line and maybe even get in severe trouble, because saving Narumi is worth it.

Mikan is potentially sacrificing herself for somebody she loves here. She’s done it before and she will do it again, but this time is potent because when Narumi comes to and sees what she’s doing, he hits her. He doesn’t want the ESP to know about her alice, but Mikan cares more about saving his life than about whatever consequences this might have. Narumi hits her, probably for the same reason that Natsume told her he hated everything about her or that Hotaru left their village on short notice: to make her angry enough to give up on him. But that has never worked on her before and it won’t now.

Makes me wanna cry, not gonna lie.

Mikan is not a masochist. She doesn’t love to be mistreated. She just loves so openly and unabashedly, choosing to love the sum of what a person is instead of just the shiny, pretty parts. She continues to steal Narumi’s alice even after he hits her because she loves all of him and even the ugliest parts of him can’t deter that. Last chapter, Mikan was scared to lose Natsume. Now she’s scared to lose Narumi.

She doesn’t want him to leave “my--our lives.” This change feels different to me than her distancing from feelings related to Natsume. With Natsume, she chooses to be part of a collective so that she doesn’t feel as vulnerable sharing her insecurities. Even when it’s just her own thoughts, Mikan refuses to look too closely at her unique feelings for him. That’s not an issue with Narumi. She loves him and was even able to tell him so without a problem. Narumi has always been kind and supportive to her. They have had their ups and downs, but she knows that he cares for her and she’s not afraid to tell him how she feels. This change isn’t about distancing herself from the feelings, it’s about reiterating to him that she wouldn’t be the only one suffering if he were to die. “Our lives,” not just hers, because so many people love and need Narumi in their lives.

She believes that, and she needs him to believe it too.

I love analyzing comparisons, and the "my--our" thing just feels so different with Natsume than it does here. But of course it does. Natsume is always different.

But it’s not some epiphany on Narumi’s part that allows her to finish stealing his alice--it’s Jinno’s violent intervention and his command to her to steal it quick while Narumi is knocked out.

When it’s done, Mikan starts to cry. Because of what almost happened, because of the emotional confrontation, because of how Narumi treated her… Because of all of it.

Narumi hugs her, and it’s interesting that Hotaru and Narumi’s ploys to get Mikan angry are so short lived. As soon as she sees through them and acts on her own feelings, they give up. The ruse is over. Hotaru lets Mikan hug her, Narumi hugs her. Natsume keeps at it, though, because a small ruse is only part of a much larger whole. Mikan is constantly in this situation with Natsume, ignoring all the barbs and pain because she knows he’s hiding something important. This constant state of inference and insecurity is important because it will shift very soon.

Regardless, Mikan is exhausted. Not only has she used her alice, which is a physically taxing experience, but she’s just undergone an emotionally tiresome day. She rests in Narumi’s lap and all of his bitterness before has faded. What’s done is done. He will have to do what he has to in order to protect her from now on, and even Mikan knows that things will not be easy in the future.

Gakuen Alice is a story about love in all its many flavors and variations (until the last chapter, that is).

It’s the rainy season, he muses. It’s almost been a full year since Mikan came to the academy.

Seasons are crucial to this story, particularly for Mikan’s arc. She has matured a lot since she came to the school, but she will continue to change and grow. We’re about to be in summer again, just like we were when we first opened this manga.

Conclusion

We're halfway through the transition arc. I'll try to post tomorrow. In any case, it'll be soon. We're officially halfway through the manga, but the next half should go by faster because after this point, there's plenty of "reactionary" chapters instead of active ones. There's nothing fun to analyze in "Oh my gosh! I can't believe this is happening to my mom in the past!" so there'll be some gaps.

I have finished this essay already, but I'm too lazy to estimate how many parts are left. I think we might make it to 35 because there's definitely more parts to Mikan's essay than Natsume's. Maybe. I don't know. In any case, I decided that I would make a table of contents post after I finish posting. That might make it easier to navigate for new and returning readers!

See y'all next time!

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PLEASE CHECK AFTER THIS POST FOR THE POLL WE PUT UP TO SEE WHO’D BE INTERESTED IN WHAT :) We did one and a couple were interested in cheap adopts but that was months ago. Check out the sample arts attached, too which will be posted after this! All of these higher prices might change, too. I also don’t wanna hear any bullshit off “profiting off this situation”. And I didn’t even do anything. But you mfs have proved you’re absolutely insane and will make up anything. I had plans a long fucking time ago, I’m not “profiting” off of anything, you bitches interrupted me and my headmates. Check my tumblr from the beginning.

❌:Me and my headmates will be back to our usual activity, including the plans of cheap, or pretty affordable commissions AND adopts that were mentioned a while back. We just need to finish an art trade and a birthday card and we’ll hop to it.. I am so sorry to Ramona who got her beautiful adopts overshadowed by this bullshit.

Some of our upcoming plans and info

(Note: Customs will always cost more.)

The cheap adopts info-

(Will range from 3 USD to 25-30, it depends. We’re basically going to make a whole price range, less complex adopts on base or not in chibi forms for 3-5 USD at least and the highest I’d ever think we’d go is 30-40 for special events. You have an option to pay for those for much less OR wait for a sale where you could get more content for that price, it’s all gonna depend how we feel. 30-40 would be for complicated hand drawn refs and an added headshot etc. Or, one for 20-25 on base with added on art.

It’s all gonna depend on how well our sales are received. So don’t take any of those higher prices as solidified. All we know for sure right now is that there’ll typically be a lot of 3-5 USD ones along with 10-12 USD. They usually will be that cheap. Our goal is to provide lower prices and discounts out of our own kindness, and because we are in a place where we are financially comfortable and well taken care of, and we just want to give back for that privilege out of our own want, while still making a couple dollars on the side for our system so they can buy things for themselves. And also to get Fawn things as gifts for her hard work in school, and fuel her special interests of course. She has had jobs in physical establishments but they have taken such a toll on her physical health (asthma attacks and more) AND mental health, and she deserves to rest and be able to do art at home or have her alters do it. We’ll actually be living some time in Colombia each year where she’ll be hella pampered like she deserves. So yes, we just want to do a nice thing and also making these specific adopts accessible (you’ll see some of the ideas in a minute :) ) because of how much fandoms or any kinds of special interests/hyperfixations can mean to people, and we wanna give a discount on that.

-Most of our adopt ideas is making feral/furry adopts of who we’re based on and other characters from DFTM OR references (such as mark’s adopts hes planning based off of the movies hes canonically reviewed,) (if anyone is interested,) and again if anyone is interested there will be other fandoms, for those who are also fictives, fictkin of them, or have them as comfort characters.

But that won’t be all we make. We’ll make a variety of things.

Note: Some freebies will be released occasionally. None of our adopts have a schedule.

(VERY GENERAL LIST)

-Warrior cat/other fandom/non fandom oc adopts (Will range from 3 USD to 25-30 USD, it depends. We’re basically going to make a whole price range, less complex adopts on base or not in chibi forms for 3-5 USD at least,

Elaborations: Character based of of “fursonas/feralsonas” being higher priced and with more art, along with characters who are separate of them. but still themed around them at around 25-30 USD maybe? Depends. It would involve chibis, back and front view etc the whole thing.

General common hyperfixation/special interest adopts for very cheap, like for example bug themed adopts, dinosaur themed adopts, etc etc. (You are actually free to request them down below of what you’d like to be done, and it can be reserved for you! This would be cheaper than what we price regular customs at IF you choose artistic liberty or a premade.)

Choose your hyperfixation/special interest, species etc, fully customizable: 20 USD (Off base ref)

Choose your hyperfixation/special interest mystery adopt: 10 USD (Off base ref)

MLP oc adopts- 5-10 USD (Off base)

Farm animal themed adopts - 4-15 USD, maybe 20

HMF furry/feral experiment based adopts- probably 20-25 due to complexity.

Series of adopts that are themed around certain events or references-

Adopts centered around Mark’s movie reviews, like bat furry adopts or knight themed adopts etc. (Mentioned earlier)

Movie themed adopts in general

But they’ll be just as original to where it’s just a fun nod.

And more! Keep in mind we sell and create a variety of things. It won’t just be adopts or just DFTM etc, if you read me trying navigate our next plans to the end, thank you! Polls will be coming in with art example. Check this thread where we try to keep all the info together.

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