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rinhaler · 5 months

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toji fucking his step daughter because his wife won’t give him any attention and she’s the second best thing :3

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daddy toji my beloved :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, praise (good girl), biting, age gap, stepcest, cheating, daddy kink, creampie, bimbofication, virginity loss, fingering, masturbation.

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Toji doesn’t know what to think, what to feel, whenever he sees you floating around the house. You’re confident, that he knows. Short skirts and tiny t-shirts are usually your go to attire, whether you’re at home or going out with your friends, you often dress scantily.

He tried scolding you about it, but you didn’t listen. And his wife, well, maybe if she supported him more he wouldn’t be thinking such oh so inappropriate things about his cute little step daughter.

“Where is she?” you ask, rudely, snapping Toji from his thoughts as you lean across the breakfast bar. He has to force himself to not look down your top, your cleavage on full display. Though his eyes do slip downward when he realises you aren’t even looking at him, too engrossed with your phone. “Said she’d give me money t’get my nails done.” you tell him, and he now knows you’re referring to your mother.

“She’s back to school shopping with Megumi.” he tells you, breaking his stare from your low cut crop top and looking into your eyes. Have you always been so skanky?

You’re a grown woman. He can’t believe you’re still leaching off of your mother. Nails can’t be that expensive. You should get a job and pay for them yourself. What makes you so special that you just get whatever you want just because you asked?

“Oh, well, you’ll have to gimme it.” you smile at him briefly before texting your friends again. You don’t even notice when he scoffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

What’s annoying him more is the fact that you’re reminding him so much of your fucking mother. Before she grew up, before they grew old, she was exactly like you. Vapid and gorgeous. She had him wrapped around her little finger back in the day, and he’s sure you are the same with every boy you come into contact with.

He feels his cock strain against his slacks as he thinks about all of hot and wild sex they used to have back then. Honestly, these days, he doesn’t remember the last time he got his dick wet. Now he’s just a miserable, pent up dad in a regular marriage. That’s life though, right? That’s just what happens as you get older.

Your wife loses interest and you develop a porn addiction.

“I’m not pay—”

You silence him as you pull your old school pink flip phone to your ear and hold up a finger in front of him, smiling when you hear your friends voice. “Yeah I’ll be there in thirty! Daddy’s givin’ me the money.” you beam at him, your shoulders bouncing as you talk excitedly.

Toji shakes his head again, reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

He’s wrapped around your finger, like mother like fuckin’ daughter.

“I’m not fucking Satoru!” you tell your friend, rolling your eyes. Your step father freezes, for just a moment, before pulling out some money from his wallet. You look down at his hand and see the pitiful amount, taking his wallet from him and stealing a few extra bank notes while you rest your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Ugh. No one believes me! Do you? Whenever I tell anyone ‘m a virgin they think I’m lying.”

“Hang up the phone.” Toji tells you, but you barely hear him. You look at him for a split second before focusing on the call again.

“No, I didn’t! I sucked him off and that’s all I’ve done.” you huff. “Also my step dad is here so, like, stop talking about it.”

“Kid, hang up the fuckin’ phone.” he tells you, louder.

“Wait a sec,” you tell your friend, moving the phone away from your ear. “What?”

“Hang. Up.”

“Oh my God!” you moan, “I’ll meet you there, Toji wants to talk to me— yeah I’m probably getting in trouble because of you! Hahaaaa okay, byeeee~!” you smile, hanging up and giving your full attention to your step-father. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you. Not for a while, not until the silence makes you too uncomfortable to keep it going. “Is this ‘cuz of the money? You didn’t give me enough.”

“I— no, sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “Were you lyin’ to your friend, just now? About being a virgin?”

“Hm? No, why?”

Toji huffs out a breath, his cheeks filling with air as he thinks things through. He’s shocked, to say the least. He always thought you were putting out like a pro. He knows you’ve been on birth control for years. He’s had to drive you to get your injection a few times. He never thought about it much, just a regular dad chore when your mother wasn’t available.

But you’re a woman, now.

He’s surprised you haven’t been fucking since you were a teenager. But he’s even more surprised that you aren’t sexually active, now. He can’t help but wonder why. What’s stopping you? You dress like a slut, after all. Why aren’t you acting like one?

He reaches over and grabs his wallet and the money from your hand. You want to protest, but he walks by you too quickly for you to object. He hurries up the stairs and slams the door after himself.

“A— Am I grounded?!” you yell, hoping for a response.

Nothing.

You follow up the stairs, running up them as best you can in your high heels, and wait outside of his bedroom door. You knock a few times, and get no response. So you begin to pound on the door.

“Toji! You can’t ground me anymore!”

“You’re not grounded, come here.” he instructs. You open the door and walk into the room. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, belt unbuckled and zipper down. He must be changing into something comfier to wear around the house. “Sit.” he tells you, patting his hand on his lap.

You go to him, immediately, sitting sweetly on his thick thighs as he thinks about what to say.

“Didn’t realise you were such a good girl,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder softly. “You’re like a nice version of your mother.”

“Should divorce her if y’don’t like her, daddy.” you tell him, looking down at your imperfect nails. You giggle when you feel him bounce you on his leg.

“Maybe I should.” he tells you. “But I’ll be lonely.”

“You’ll have me ‘n Megumi!” you remind him. “Well, maybe not me as much, but, y’know.”

“Ah, sweetheart, don’t wanna lose you. Not now, not ever.” he kisses your shoulder again. “How come you’re a virgin, huh? Savin’ it?”

“Mhmm… wanna give it to someone special.” you tell him, looking his direction and batting your pretty, false eyelashes. “Everyone thinks ‘m a slut… but ‘m not! Promise! Makes me embarrassed that I haven’t done it yet, sometimes, though.”

His cock aches as he hears you talk. How dumb yet adorable you sound as you discuss your sex life, or lack there of. He isn’t even a little surprised that people don’t believe you, he wouldn’t have believed it himself if you hadn’t told him. He can see in your pathetically wet eyes, though, that you’re being truthful.

He is overwhelmed by the need to bare his soul to you. To tell you what he wants. What he needs and desires from you most right now. There’s no shame within him as he puts his hand down his pants and wraps his hand around his cock, pulling it free. He holds your body in place with his free hand, his arm possessing enough strength to keep you firmly in place.

You’re just like your mother.

If your mother wasn’t a cold, celibate bitch.

“Daddy wants to be your someone special, darlin’.” he informs you, words warbling as he pleasures himself behind your back.

You can hear it. You can hear the tacky sound of his cock being rubbed again and again. The way his breath and speech is slightly uneven. He sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder and you wince. It’s not too hard, but it was unexpected.

He’s surprised you don’t object when he splits your legs apart so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. His hand roams up your thigh and beneath your skirt, towards your clothed cunt. Though when he gets too close, your legs shut, quickly.

“You’re my daddy, you can’t touch me there!” you remind him. But he knows. He knows he’s your daddy and that’s exactly why you should let him. Admittedly, part of you wants him to. You want to feel someone make contact with your untouched core for the very first time.

Someone that isn’t you.

You’re sure Toji is very experienced. He’s so handsome, even now. You’ve seen pictures of him when he was your age over two decades ago. He’s beautiful, like a film star. You know he was fucking like it was going out of fashion.

Your mother has told you what a stallion he is in bed, you’re close like that. There’s no secrets or shame between you. And honestly, it did make you feel a little jealous. You felt like you were missing out on something. Sex, in general, and Toji.

But you never thought you’d be like this, with him.

“Baby, who’s gonna make you feel more special than your daddy, hah?” he asks. You feel your resolve weakening as he kisses your neck deliciously. You want to scream at him, to tell him where you want him to touch you.

He teases your body until your arching and squirming to follow his touch. And you practically cream around his thigh when he lifts up your top and tweaks your nipple. You’re weightless in his hold as he moves you around like you’re his little doll. He licks and laves over your pulse point while playing with your tits. His free hand moves your panties aside with a goal in mind. Two thick fingers slide effortlessly into your tight, virgin slot. The resistance is there but he ignores it. You ignore it.

And within minutes you’re having your first orgasm on account of another person. You aren’t sure why your mother has stopped having sex with Toji, you’d be begging him for it every chance you got if this brief encounter is anything to go by.

“Fuck me, daddy, please? Please—”

“Thought daddy’s can’t touch their little girls there?” he smirks, already helping you turn around to face him. He kisses you, sloppily, as he lines his thick cock up with your tight hole. “Sh, sh, shhh, baby… good girl, c’mon, take daddy’s cock. Jus’ like that.” he talks you through it as you sob. Little cunt stretching to accommodate his monstrous size.

“T-Too big! Daddy’s too big for me!” you tell him, though he silences you with another kiss.

Truth be told, he doesn’t particularly care if it hurts or not anymore. He doesn’t care if you can’t take him, because you will. He does all of the work for you, lifting you up and down like a toy while he thrusts up into you.

He almost cums from the sight of your eyes turning white and your tongue hanging out as he pummels into your sweet spot. He wonders if you’ll keep telling your friends you’re a virgin. It’ll be a fun little secret, for both of you, he thinks.

He finishes with a string of grunts, fucking his seed deep into you again and again until he’s got nothing left to give.

You feel so icky and sweaty as he starts to calm down from his release. He kisses you, sweetly, thanking you repeatedly. He needed this badly. It’s not even just sex anymore. He’s tired of feeling lonely and he’s tired of being neglected.

You’re not your mother though, are you?

You won’t make him feel like that.

“Don’t tell her, sweetheart.” he tells you, brushing your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look at him as he speaks. “This stays between you ‘n me, alright?”

“Mhmm!” you nod, leaning forward eagerly to kiss his lips. “Always wanted you to be my special person…” you confess.

“Yeah?” he smiles at that, you really are sweet when you want to be.

“Wanna do it again, daddy. Can we?”

“Of course,” he nods, “I’m addicted to this little pussy, now.”

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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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ocean eyes: chapter six ✩ jake sully

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summary: widow!jake sully x female!reader, 10 year age-gap. jake is lowkey sunshine <3 reader is grumpy! arranged marriage/marriage of convenience + wc - 3,843

comments: hi babies, chapter six! dramaaaaa, i love her! also if there are like a million bijillion run on sentences, no there isn't! okay byeeee hope you all love her just as much as i do! <3

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Jake had asked you to join his family for one more meal before the celebration with the clan. Nerves bubbled in your chest as Ronal fixed you up, braiding a few beads and shells into your hair. “Why are you so nervous? You said you’ve had dinner with them before.”

Your fingers began to fidget with your loin cloth, “Yes but-things are different now, Ronal. Not that I did not care before but I really hope his children like me.”

Your lips tugged down into a small frown as the thought of Jake’s children disliking you swirled your mind, “I’m sure that will not be an issue, syulang. Just-be yourself!”

You huffed out a breath as she tapped on your shoulder, “All done.”

You stood up, throwing a final look at Ronal before you walked out of the marui. Your steps were slow, taking your time to make it to Jake’s home. Things were different this time around, so many things left unsaid between the two of you but he had cracked the wall you had formed around your heart. Shattering the idea that you were happy alone, and it only completely disintegrated into ash when you made peace with your sister. But there were so many things changing and you couldn’t help but want to slow everything down.

Missing the comfort that had come with the loneliness, no one to disappoint you, and no one to disappoint.

Your thoughts were cut short as you picked up on the familiar voices of Jake’s children, heart pounding rapidly the closer you got.

“You think she will like it, sempul?”

Jake was watching Tuk fuss over a necklace she had made you, the small girl had dedicated so much time into the gift and Jake couldn’t help but smile at her, patting her hair lightly, “She will love it, Tuktirey.”

As you peaked your head into the entrance you instantly began to feel overwhelmed, watching Jake and his children interact. The way they all laughed together, and busied themself with each other. It was not that you disliked kids, it was more so that you did not know what your place was in this dynamic.

You had gotten to know his children, they were all kind and dedicated, but you would be stepping into the role of their fathers mate, things could turn ugly so quickly. Everything felt so complicated and you felt the urge to run. Run far away and make up some excuse as to why you did not make it. You stumbled back, ready to disappear in the darkness that had enveloped the reefs but the movement alerted Jake.

His smile faltered a bit as he noticed the odd look on your face, you looked like you were going to be sick. He called your name and all you did was blink at him a few times. You looked behind you, still contemplating if you could run away and Jake noticed your apprehension, standing quickly to make his way to you.

His hand instantly cupped your face when he was near enough, pushing the two of you away from the eyes of his children, “Hey-hey what’s wrong?”

Jake’s face was pinched up in confusion, growing desperate at your silence. “I-”

A shaky breath left you, trying your hardest not to melt into his hold. His fingers were rubbing across your jaw, his other hand had fallen to your hips to steady you, “I’m nervous.”

Jake let out a laugh, all breathy and it caused your ears to flutter, “Do not laugh at me.”

Your face pinched up in annoyance but he could still see your uneasiness. Fidgeting in his hold as the arm on your hip moved down to the base of your tail, patting lightly and it caused your face to heat up, “Nothing for you to be nervous about, the kids really like you.”

Your ears twitched, and your tail began to swish lazily, “Really?”

“Mhm.”

Jake’s fingers moved to your arm, fingers barely gliding over your skin, causing your cheeks to warm up again. You finally met his eyes and were shocked with the way he was watching you. Rooted to your spot as his eyes reflected against the moonlight, they reminded you of bright stars.

“You okay now?”

Your eyes jumped down to his lips for a brief second, nodding your head as Jake smiled at you, catching the way your shoulders eased up and the nervousness in your eyes melted away to something sweet.

He didn’t even hesitate as he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. He pulled away and let his hand fall to your wrist, pulling you into his marui. You were greeted with smiles from all of his kids, Lo’ak, Neteyam, and Kiri had also picked up on your nervousness. Doing their best to just keep busy with what they were already doing, helping set up for the six of you to eat.

They did in fact like you, enjoyed the way their father seemed to breathe easier, enjoyed the way you were able to keep up with them and encourage them to relax, and just be children. They decided you were a good addition.

Tuk was absolutely obsessed with you, always trailing close by when you were around them, and tonight was no different. The young girl ran to greet you and pulled you from her father. Talking your ear off about the ilu she had finally learned to ride, going on and on about her favorite animals in the sea. Jake let her do so, watching the way you interacted with his youngest as he helped his oldest three set up.

Tuk whispered something quietly and it caused you to laugh and look over at Jake. His eyebrows raised as you kept laughing, “Tuk?”

The young girl turned to look at her father, sending him the smile she reserved for when she was in trouble, “Come help set up?”

Tuk only nodded excitedly, running away from you and happy to help her older siblings. Jake made his way to you, “What was that about? Hm?”

Jake’s voice was dripping with amusement, it caused another laugh to rip from your throat, “She told me I do not have to eat the food if I do not like it.”

Jake’s brows scrunched up, he spent hours making this meal for the six of you, “Why would she think you would not like it?”

Your hand fell to your lips, trying your hardest not to laugh and it caused Jake’s eyes to narrow in on you, “Because-you made it.”

Jake’s mouth dropped slightly, mildly offended as he had spent such a long time preparing everything, “I am sure I will like it, Jake. I am not picky.”

You were fighting the smile trying to make its way onto your face, “I just hope I do not end up sick.”

“Hey!-”

That caused the laugh to rip from your throat, shaking your head, “I am only teasing!”

Kiri was watching the two of you closely, smiling lightly before she called out that everything was ready.

A few hours had passed and Tuk’s eyes were heavy with sleep, fighting her hardest to stay awake, “Tuk, you want to give her the gift?”

The girl perked up, standing up quickly as she grabbed something and hid it behind her hands. She stood behind you, “Close your eyes.”

You did as told, feeling her slip something onto your collarbones, it was a necklace. “Open!”

You instantly looked down and were met with a pretty single string necklace, small shells and beads all coordinated perfectly and you smiled at her, “I love it Tuk! Thank you.”

She laughed and shyly made her way to Jake, “Time for bed, Tuk.”

She didn’t even protest, only nodding her head as she made her way to where Kiri was already sleeping. “I should go already.”

Jake stood up with you, slipping his fingers into yours as he pulled you out of his home, “Jake, you do not have to walk me back.”

“Want to.”

Your tail swished behind you gently, smiling as he pulled you closer to him, your shoulders pressed to his as he pulled you along. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

You clamped down on your bottom lip, nervously waiting for his response, “Are you?”

“I asked first.”

Jake only laughed, shaking his head as he stopped beside your marui. “Yes, I am.”

The hand that was not holding your wrist fell to your neck, pulling you closer to him, “Me too.”

Jake smiled down at you, his fangs peeking out slightly as he scanned over your face. His face dipped down, your lips meeting his as he pulled you in closer. Nipping gently at your bottom lip, your lips parted for him. His tongue was lazily moving across yours, mind fuzzy as his hands fell to your hips. Gripping lightly to pull you flush against him.

You were not used to this, not used to these genuine displays of affection and as much as you enjoyed it, you feared what getting used to it might cost you.

You pulled away, needing to catch your breath and Jake’s forehead fell against yours, “You make it so hard for me to leave you.”

You shook your head, pressing your lips to his once more, “You make it hard. Why-why do you kiss me like that?”

Jake brows furrowed together, “Like how?”

“Like you mean it.”

Jake was trying to understand what was leaving your mouth, why would you even question it? Because of course he fucking meant it, “I do mean it.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, “I meant it the first time I kissed you, and all the times in between.”

You let out a deep breath, unable to stop the way your chest warmed at his words. You didn’t know what to say, only pulling him in again to press another kiss to his lips.

You think he understood what you were trying to say, that you meant it too. Clinging onto him as he kissed you harder with more determination, the two of you seemingly unable to keep your hands to yourself.

The lack of oxygen made your mind hazy, you only jolted away from him at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Tonowari was staring at the two of you, brows raised, “See the two of you are getting along.”

Jake cleared his throat, stepping away from you as his face colored in embarrassment.

“Tonowari-”

“No need to apologize, JakeSully. Next time just-go somewhere more private. Yes?”

He did not wait for the two of you to respond, stepping back into his marui. Your hand swatted Jake’s chest, and he grunted quietly. “You need to keep your hands to yourself.”

“Me?! You were the one that just attacked me.”

You laughed quietly, moving farther from him as you walked towards the entrance of your marui, “See you tomorrow.”

You only hummed quietly, Jake’s eyes fixated on the sway of your hips, “Bye!”

You laughed at how loud his voice was, and Jake felt the unbelievable giddiness swarm his chest at the sound, walking back to his marui with the biggest grin on his face.

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You had not seen Jake since the night prior, being pulled in every direction as the clan prepared for the feast. Even now you felt your mind hazy at the chaos in the marui, Tsireya and Ronal were working together to get you ready. Ronal had been braiding your hair while Tsireya incorporated pearls wherever she thought it looked best. You took a deep breath to try and settle the nerves in your stomach, adjusting the beautiful top Ronal had made for you.

“You look beautiful, syulang. Stop fidgeting.”

You grumbled out in annoyance, “I’m trying.”

It was dark out and even from the inside of your marui you could hear the music and loud singing. Tsireya squirmed with excitement as she roughly shook your shoulders, “I am so excited!”

You clamped down on your bottom lip as you tried to fight the smile that was making its way to your face, you were too. “Okay, we are done tsmuke. Ready?”

You only nodded your head as you stood, unable to find your voice as Tsireya began to pull you out of your home. The closer you got to the beach, the louder the pounding of the music hit your ears, same with how roughly your heart was pounding in your chest.

This felt scarier than anything you had ever done, hands clammy the deeper Tsireya dragged you around. As normal, every Na’vi greeted you properly, sending you smiles and greeting you properly. You had always been so loved by the clan, and rumors had begun to spread of your impending nuptials, though no one knew with whom. But to say they were excited was an understatement, everyone had pulled out their finest pieces of clothing, the fisherman had gathered piles and piles of fish, same with the woman who had gone all out with decorations and their picking of fruits and vegetables. It was a huge ordeal, Na’vi from neighboring islands had even made their way over. It was a lot. And you would be lying if you said your heart did not warm at the fact that this was for you.

Your eyes scanned through the sea of Na’vi, looking for the azure skin you had begun to grow accustomed to. You felt your face warm up as you made eye contact with Jake, he sent you a smile and your ears fluttered gently as you sent him one back. When you were a few feet away your motions were stilled as someone lodged themself between you and Tsireya. Your face scrunched up in annoyance as your hands dropped your niece’s. Your eyes locked onto broad shoulders, teal blue and toned as they towered over you. “Hello.”

You felt your spine tense up as Ro’han’s voice filled your ears. There was a shit-eating smirk on his features, moving to block your view from your family who was in front of you. “What do you want?”

He tsked quietly, “Where are your manners?”

Your arms crossed over your chest, annoyance causing you to boil from the inside out. “Move.”

“I heard there are congratulations in order. You are to mate, no?”

You said nothing, heart hammering roughly in your chest as his face flitted to one of sheer cockiness, his head dipping down to whisper to you quietly, “Does he know his future mate was mine first?”

Your throat clenched as he laughed, moving himself away from you. His head dipping down as his fingers reached to his forehead, signaling you goodbye. You felt frozen, like the breath was sucked out of you as your legs felt heavy. Unable to move as you struggled to catch your breath.

Jake had been watching you the whole way, only being shielded from you as the Metkayina warrior he knew as Ro’han stepped in front of you. He did not think much of it, truth be told he was just anxious to have you by his side. But concern filled his body as he noticed how tense you were as Ro’han walked away from you.

His face scrunched up as he noticed how alert Ronal was, walking quickly and pulling you closer to her as she spoke to you quietly. Her arms were rubbing at your sides, trying to comfort you as she pulled you in.

“Sister, what did he say to you?”

Your head just shook, unable to stop the way your throat burned, “I will kill him!”

Ronal had moved from you, it forced you to snap out of the inner turmoil you were having, “No-no! Ronal!”

You pulled at her forearm to keep her in place, her eyes were blazing in anger, wide and frantic. “Tsmuke-just ignore it. I am fine, he is just a skxawng.”

Ronal’s anger only dimmed when she noticed the frown on your face, the need to comfort you over powering anything else as she gripped onto your wrist, pulling you with her towards Tonowari.

Anger blazing through your older sister as she practically stomped towards him. Her ears pinned back as she barked out, “I do not like him, Wari!”

Tonowari looked at you with trepidation, cringing slightly as he noticed how agitated Ronal was, “Who, yawne?”

“Ro’han! Eywa-I could pluck his eyes out myself!”

You stifled a laugh as Ronal lightly swatted Tonowari’s arms away. He was trying to comfort her despite his confusion. “I need air-I am growing so frustrated!”

She stalked off, walking away from the two of you and towards the less crowded area of Na’vi.

Tonowari sighed quietly as he turned to look at you, trying to figure out why his mate was so upset. “Has she always been that scary when angry?”

Tonowari laughed, he laughed so hard his stomach ached and it only intensified when your eyes widened at the sound that left his mouth, “You should see how you are when you're angry.”

Your face colored in embarrassment, “The two of you are so-stubborn.”

It caused a smile to crack on your face as he teased you, “I mean, she did raise me. Is it really that much of a surprise?”

Tonowari was so pleased at the fact that the two of you had begun to mend your relationship. He had always seen you as a sister, sometimes even as a daughter, he had known you since you were a young girl. Always trailing after Ronal. “So, what is actually the matter with Ronal?”

Your shoulders shrugged, “From what I understood she really dislikes Ro’han.”

Tonowari gave you a look, a laugh rippled from your throat and you shook your head, “He-he hurt me, broke something in me that I refused to acknowledge was broken until-well, now. Ronal only recently found out, and Eywa he just always finds a way to get under my skin.”

Your heart clenched as you looked around, catching the Metkayina warrior’s eye as he made a toasting motion in your direction. Furthering your annoyance.

Tonowari caught the gesture, “Do you need me to remind him of his place?”

Your face scrunched up in confusion, shaking your head, “I would not want to cause any more problems than I already have for you, Tonowari.”

“I never liked him, his ego is far too big.”

The confession only caused your mouth to drop, “He has been by your side for the past seven years, what do you mean you do not like him?”

His shoulders shrugged, “I had caught on to the fact the two of you were seeing each other. I thought it would please Ronal if she knew he was a dedicated warrior.”

Your chest warmed, and your lip wobbled as you looked at him. It hit you then how much he cared for you, and your sister, and it caused guilt to grip at your throat. A part of you had always blamed him for Ronal leaving, but all he had ever done was look after the two of you.

Tonowari’s face scrunched up in discomfort as he noticed the tears pooling at your eyes, awkwardly patting you on the arm, “Are you alright?”

You nodded your head, letting out a watery laugh as you blinked the tears away, “Thank you, for everything.”

A look of understanding overtook his features, all he did was send you an awkward smile and a curt nod of his head, leaving you in search of Ronal.

Jake wasted no time in making his way to you, not wanting for you to be whisked away by someone else. “Are you alright?”

You jumped lightly at the sound of his voice, only nodding at him as you greedily let your eyes rake all over him. You refrained from pulling him into you, after the incident with Roh’an all you wanted was to feel his arms on any part of you, the warmth of his skin on yours. “M’fine.”

Your eyes reflected so beautifully against the fire and Jake couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto his face, mumbling quietly, “Txampay nari.” Ocean eyes.

Your face warmed up at his words, ears pinning back slightly as he moved closer to you, his head dipping down to press a light kiss to your temple.

Tonowari had pulled Ronal back to where you were, and she couldn’t help but watch the two of you interact. She had not been witness to just how wrapped up the two of you were. Practically dancing around each other and it caused her eyes to water a bit.

She was so proud of you, always had been and although she knew you could do it yourself, she was happy there was someone who was going to protect you. As Tonowari made his way towards the center of the celebration, the music stopped, along with the chatter. “As you all know, Ronal and I enjoy throwing celebrations. It’s good for the spirit.”

He was answered by a loud ring of hoorahs, and lifting of their wooden chalice. “While we still aim for that, this one in particular is special. As two of our own have been called upon by Eywa to mate.”

There was another ring of cheers, “Tanhì and JakeSully!”

Jake’s fingers tangled with yours, smiling down at you as the cheering got so loud your ears rang. The way he was looking at you, you’d swear you were the only other Na’vi there with him. “As in our tradition, if anyone here opposes the union, speak now.”

No smart Na’vi would willingly fight against the will of the Tsahik and Olo’eyktan, so the clan was quiet. Jake’s tail swishing behind him the more he watched you. “Very wel-”

“I oppose it! He is of demon-blood! Not worthy of a woman of the Metkayina.”

Had it been anyone else you might have believed they were firm in their words. But it was Ro’han, his voice boomed across the quiet beach. Jake’s face scrunching up in annoyance, your heart beating rapidly as you squeezed his hand tightly.

Your throat felt so dry to the point it burned, anger and fear coursing through your whole body as Tonowari turned to look at Jake, eyebrows raising slightly asking him if he wished to continue with this. He had two options, decline Ro’han and in turn decline you, or fight. Fear gripped at your chest so tightly it ached, fearful that he’d say no and you would once again be left to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, all alone. You refused to look at him, like that would stop the inevitable.

But Jake was not willing to lose you, not in the slightest. And the man was never one to back down from a challenge. Jake only gave Tonowari a curt nod, his tail swishing harshly behind him. “Very well then. Prepare the Tsurak!”

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ijhyo · 1 year

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NEWS FLASH! — teaser

in the months he’s been running through seoul stopping crime as the masked superhero sonic, beomgyu’s managed to keep his identity hidden. that is, until, you ask him to secure an interview with the speedster for the school newspaper. what is meant to be a once off deal results in beomgyu having to spend more time around you, both in the suit and out, as a new threat emerges threatening your safety and the city’s.

PAIRING. superhero choi beomgyu x fem reader

GENRE. superhero au ; college au ; secret identity ; fluff ; slight angst ; reluctant friends to lovers

WARNINGS. swearing ; kidnapping ; injuries ; nsfw jokes reader hates sunghoon so be warned ; action scenes ; mention of panic attacks but no one has one

WORD COUNT. est <20k

FEATURING. yeonjun (txt), sunghoon (enhypen), yeji + yuna (itzy), sumin (stayc)

A/N. what's up my people! i told you i would have another beomgyu fic for yall didn’t i? this is wayyy overdue (was supposed to be for a collab event but um. anyways! the fic is more than half finished rn so let's all cross our fingers that i'll be donw before may. speaking of!! ty ty mayjay @tyunni for the header 🫶🏾 check this out too idk lol. okay, okay im done byeeee

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In case it wasn’t clear, Universe, when Beomgyu said morning he meant eleven o’clock. Earliest. Not ass-crack o’clock and getting woken up by incessant knocking on his door.

He gets up and feels a crick in his neck from falling asleep on the couch. Expecting to see Yuna ready to collect his form that he has not yet filled out, Beomgyu straightens out his shirt, trying to make it look like he didn’t just roll off his couch. He has a total case of bed hair, but that’s hot, right? If he doesn’t draw attention to it, he can pretend it’s on purpose. Girls like messy hair.

With that in mind, Beomgyu opens the door with all the confidence in the world, his winning smile ready on his face, only to fall the moment he sees who is standing outside his room.

“I have a proposition for you.”

You wave a dismissive hand in his face and he swats at it petulantly like it’s a fly. “Please, save the pleasantries. Let me in, yeah?”

“What the fuck, Y/N?”

You, decidedly, were not Yuna. Where Yuna was all soft and shy smiles, here you are, deadpan expression and scowl all over your face.

“What part of that was pleasant to you?” Beomgyu bites out but steps away from the door anyway.

“You fill out that form yet?” you ask, looking around his room. If you were any other person, he might feel a little self conscious about how messy it is, but, as it stands, he’s just annoyed. What are you even doing here?

“No,” he responds curtly, eyeing said form precariously. He doesn’t understand why you even care, honestly. It’s like your sole purpose in life is to annoy him. “What do you want?”

If you can hear the clear irritation in his voice, you ignore it. “Imagine my surprise when my sweet, innocent little freshman—who I graciously took under my wing, mind you—texts me at ten PM asking about extra yearbook club forms because a ‘super cute guy just dropped by’...only to find out that it’s you.”

Beomgyu’s brain flits between a smug Yuna thinks I’m cute and— “You’re Yuna’s Junior Head?” The last bit was meant for his head but judging from the look you’re giving him, he said it out loud.

You just stare at him blankly, clearly unimpressed. “You should count yourself lucky that I didn’t just throw all the extras away once I found it was for you—” Beomgyu scowls— “but I guess I was feeling charitable. I came over to drop it off last night but you weren’t here.”

Shit. Yuna being in his room while he wasn’t here was manageable. She seemed too nice, too kind, too had basic human decency and wouldn’t go through his shit. You, however? Beomgyu wouldn’t put it past you to leave a dead rat or something under his pillow. He doesn’t say any of this though, in case you didn’t plant a dead rodent somewhere so as to not give you any ideas. He just shrugs noncommittally. “Went out.”

You hum. “Figured. Which is why I was so surprised to see this.” You pull out your phone and turn the screen to him, the gallery app opened up and there on the screen is—

“What the fuck, is that a dick pic?”

“What?” You turn the phone to stare at it, mouth hanging open slightly.

“Oh my god, did you take an unsolicited dick picture of me? What the fuck, Y/N? That’s, like, so uncool, what the fuck?”

“Oh, relax, it’s not yours. You should be so lucky.” Beomgyu has half a mind to strangle you right then and there. You swipe at the screen a few times before huffing out a breath and showing him the screen again. “This is what I was talking about, my god.”

And it’s him. Sonic. In his famous and easily identifiable blue and white suit, the grey embroidered lightning bolt running down his entire spine, body halfway out of his bedroom window, about to start his patrol. Holy shit.

Beomgyu can feel his eyes bulging out of his head. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. He’s been so careful! Sure, sneaking out of his window almost every night wasn’t the smartest idea but he had limited options! And he always made sure that there was no one around on the streets and he was literally as fast as light. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him because he moved faster than the brain could compute. This was never supposed to happen!

You hum, either oblivious to his internal panic or simply not caring, it’s not clear. “Interesting, right?”

“Uh…” Beomgyu says smartly.

Pocketing your phone, you clasp your hands together in front of you. “Now, this is where my proposition comes in.”

He groans dramatically, already preparing himself for the worst. “What do you want?”

“Get me an interview with him. With Sonic.”

“What?” Okay. He did not prepare for that.

“You heard me,” you say, shrugging, as if what you said was a completely normal request. “Otherwise this photo gets posted and the whole school finds out that you are Sonic’s secret bootycall.”

“I’m his what?”

This is insane—You are insane. Beomgyu would have laughed out loud at the absurdity of the situation if you weren’t standing here in front of him, arms crossed across your chest, clearly serious.

He baulks. “No, I am not getting you an interview with Sonic, are you insane?” It isn’t even a serious question because Beomgyu knows the answer to that. You are a citizen of Crazy Town, Population of One.

“Well, why not?”

“Aside from the fact that there is literally nothing I would rather do less, I don’t like you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not crazy about you either, believe me. But you clearly know him.”

“That’s inconsequential and can’t be proven.”

“I have literal photographic evidence of him leaving your room.”

“Gah!” Beomgyu feels like he’s nine years old again, arguing about one thing or the other with you in class to the annoyance of your teachers. You always had a knack for getting on his nerves and it doesn’t help that the two of you were put in the same class every year for school. Even when his family moved from Daegu to Seoul and he thought that finally he was free from you, you had transferred to the same school as him.

He genuinely thinks that the two of you aren’t able to have a normal conversation without arguing. (It was actually suggested by one of your high school teachers that it might be best if you just join the debate team together. Bad idea. Him and you on the same team? Yeah, right.)

Going to college has been a sort of safe haven from being around you all the time, even if you did, once again, follow him to the same exact school. He’s just glad that the two of you are doing completely different courses and that the campus is big enough so it is almost virtually impossible to run into you. That is, of course, when you are not tracking him down to his room. “What do you even want an interview with him for?”

You look like you want to fight him. He can see your jaw clenching and your eye is twitching a little, a telltale sign that you are reaching your patience with him, and he is prepared to get into it with you when you uncharacteristically let out a frustrated groan and proceed to throw yourself onto his couch.

“Ugh!” you whine, pressing the heel of your hands to your forehead. “The newspaper committee has this stupid, dumb as fuck, running competition for all the junior editors to decide who will be Editor in Chief next year and stupid, dumb as fuck, Park Sunghoon’s stuff keeps getting chosen over mine because ‘No one wants to read about how there is no hope to stop global warming, Y/N. People want to believe they can make a difference. Why don’t you write about plastic straws instead, like Sunghoon?’ and—Ugh!

“Up until now my plan was to just, like, kill Sunghoon so the spot would go to me by default, but now I can interview an actual superhero and no matter how many stupid fucking turtles Sunghoon writes about saving, there is no way he can get a front page over that. So. Get me that interview.”

Beomgyu blinks dumbly, physically recoiling. ��Uh. Okay…”

“Okay?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Not okay okay, just…okay. Like, woah, okay, that’s. A lot.” Beomgyu thinks that this might be the most you’ve ever said to him in one go that did not include you cursing him out or complaining about how annoying he was. It was weird and a little disconcerting. He didn’t like it.

“I know.”

“It’s the most you’ve ever spoken to me in one go.”

Your face twists up at that. “Gross. Don’t make it weird.”

“You’re the one asking for my help, remember.”

“No, no, this is blackmail,” you correct, wagging a finger in his face and he slaps it away.

“You can’t even prove it’s my room.” He knows it’s futile, that he really has no choice but to give in, but just like the sun can’t help shining, he can’t help fighting with you.

“Oh, please, the people at this school are stupid and will believe anything. Plus, now that I’ve seen what the inside of your room looks like, I can just work a little photoshop magic and add things that are recognisable, have your friends comment on how the room looks a little familiar, and boom. My work is done.”

Beomgyu studies your face carefully, looking for any cracks that prove your bluffing, but he knows you and if there was one thing about you, you never bluffed. Everything you said, you meant. Fuck, he can’t let that photo get out. You might believe that he’s not Sonic and that he just knows him, but others might not and it would only be a matter of time before someone makes the connection between him and his superhero persona.

You raise a single eyebrow. Beomgyu sighs loudly, defeated. This, he tries to rationalise, is the lesser of two evils. “God, fine. I’ll get you that interview.”

“Great!” You jump to your feet with a flourish, very clearly satisfied with yourself and Beomgyu’s scowl deepens. You hold a hand out for him to shake and he pointedly ignores it, not that you care. “I’ll text you where he should meet me. Pleasure doing business with you. Also, get that form handed in. And stop seducing my freshman!”

He watches as you leave his dorm and feels like he’s just ran three laps around Seoul (and yes, he’s done that before). Throwing himself onto his couch, he covers his face with a cushion and lets out the most frustrated scream of his life, then abruptly stands up. Walks over to his door. And locks it.

#txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu reactions #beomgyu scenarios #txt imagines #txt fluff #txt angst #🖇️ — ijhyo works.

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normal-internet-user · 8 months

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Howdy hey lovely!!! 💛💛💫💫💫 how are you? :3c

I wanted to pop in for a small writing request if that’s okay <:]

Can you maybe do a birthday special where it’s readers birthday? (Surprise party perhaps? it can maybe be a donnie x reader too teehee 💛💜)

anything is fine! I’m not too picky ^^ I love your writing so much!!! :D

I also don’t mind making you a small doodle in return again :]

Okay byeeee have a lovely day!! 🌼🌼🌼

UHHH OF COURSE I CAN??? No doodle needed-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY AMAZING WONDERFUL TALENTED AND AWSOME MUTUAL!

SURPRISE!

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Summary: Your purple banded boyfriend throws you a birthday party!!🎉

Warnings: None, just full on fluffy stuff!

Requested: Mhm!

GN Reader!

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When Donnie sent you an obviously hurried text to get down to the Lair as soon as possible, you'd assumed he needed help in the lab.

While it was rare for him to ask you for help with his projects, (you usually just sat around and watched him work) it did happen sometimes.

You arrived at the manhole cover in the alley beside your apartment, but it was already lifted off to the side...

Weird.

Oh well, less work for you.

You climbed down the old ladder into the sewers, following your usual path to the entrance of the Lair.

Why the heck was it so dark? You could hardly see a thing as you entered the Hamato's home.

"Hello?" You called quietly, your phone light on whilst you attempted to find a light switch, "Donnie-?"

"SURPRISE!!"

The lights suddenly flicked on, and all your friends jumped out from behind the furniture, which totally didn't scare you. Nope.

"Wha- what's all this?" You asked, gesturing to the decorations strewn across the Lair.

Donnie took your hands and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, "Happy birthday, my darling. You mentioned that you wouldn't have time to throw a party, but I did so.. Do you.. like it?" he asks nervously.

"Like it? Donnie it's amazing! Thank you thank you thank you!" You respond with a small laugh, giving him a kiss in between each 'thank you'.

You watched in amusment as his face flushed, but before your conversation could continue Mikey tackeled you in a tight hug, grinning up at you, "Happy birthday! I made all your favorites!"

Mikey grabs your hand and tugs you away from your boyfriend into the kitchen to show off all the hard work he'd put in to making all your favorite foods.

You hugged the youngest turtle tightly, "Oh my gosh, Mikey that's amazing! It smells so good already!"

Mikey smiled proudly, before Donnie pulled you back to where the party was happening. After hours of spending time with everyone, you and Donnie eventually retired to his room for some quiet time.

All of your gifts sitting on his desk (A bracelet from April, your favorite Jupiter Jim movie on dvd from Leo, an amazing family portrait from Mikey, and finally, a yellow sweater with lavender plant designs stitched into the sleeves made and gifted to you by Raph.)

"Did you have fun?" Donnie asks softly, his arms wrapped tight around you as he pulls you closer.

"I had so much fun. Thank you so much, this is definitly the best birthday ever." You reply, smiling brightly.

"Ever, huh?" He repeats, amused, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, it was perfectly planned on my part."

"Yes it was." You agree, watching him puff up at the praise, "It was perfect."

Donnie grins, kissing you softly then pulling thr blanket higher around the two of you, "I love you, my dearest, happy birthday."

"I love you too, darling."

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AND DONE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIYAH!!!! I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER!!! <3

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happymommas · 11 months

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Stray Kids (hyung line) hcs/short stories

Head canons/short stories of the hyung line in stray kids: When M/n is just having a bad day, and felt like he couldn’t deal with anything anymore. His depression is just slowly taking over his thoughts. He couldn’t think of anything, but how he didn’t belong. Yet his boyfriend(s) help him with those thoughts, which are slowly taking over.

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A/n: Hi! I know it’s been a longggg time, but I’m back. I just couldn’t find the motivation to write for tumblr. I did write for one of my books on Wattpad though. So if you want to read that my username is ilovepickle73! It’s a XO, Kitty book a Min ho x Fem! Oc x Male! Oc. If you’re interested go read it!!!! Anyways I’m gonna shut up and let you read. Unless you didn’t read this then whatever I guess. Byeeee 🙃

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Chan:

You get home from a long day of hard work. The feeling of tiredness sticking to you like glue. You drag your feet and walk with less confidence. You try and breathe, but that just doesn’t seem to help anymore.

You sigh and try to let the feeling of being tired out. Your eyes start to already tear up to the thought of being so worthless. You didn’t belong, you’re co-workers already hate you, and your boyfriend doesn’t talk to you as much either.

Yeah there are some things that help you with your horrible depression, but it can’t work now. You take your shoes off after realizing you zoned out for a pretty long time.

You take your heavy coat off, it rubbing against your sore arms. You hiss as you feel the pain of clothing rubbing on your scarred skin. You groan a little and walk upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You rub your eyes and slowly take off your shirt. You throw it in the laundry basket. Leaving your pants on you lay in your bed. You close your eyes and sleep to the sounds of nothing.

— little time skip —

Chan opens the door and sighs happily. Finally he’s home. He takes off his shoes and jacket seeing yours as well. He smiles and squeals quietly. He sneaks upstairs and creaks the door open to see you asleep in your guys king bed.

He smiles larger and takes his pants and shirt off. Putting them in the laundry basket as well, he stays grinning as he can’t wait to fall asleep in his lovers arms.

He lays down and feels you shift after he gets into the cold sheets. He feels your arms around his waist. As his result, he kisses your knuckles. He closes his eyes happily before he opens them quickly. Just to look back down.

“What in the cocoa pebbles!” He shouts in his echoey brain. He blinks fastly then looks at your calm face. He turns and smacks your cheek lightly.

You open your eyes slowly and look at him. You smile and kiss his forehead. He stares at you in shock. How could you hide this from him? Have you always felt this way? Have you always done this?

He sighs sadly. You frown confused at his sudden sadness. Then look to your arms then to him. Fuck. You sigh through your nose. You grip his chin gently and kiss his lips.

He looks straight into your eyes. His own tearing up when he sees the secret apologies behind them. You bite your lower lip. He gulps nothing and kisses you softly.

You give a small smile as does he,

“Tell me. Tell me every little thing that hurt you, okay? I love you, and I won’t judge you darling. Nothing could ever make me change my mind or feelings about you” You let out a shaky breath at his statement.

“Okay.” You nod your head unconsciously.

He sits there to listen.

Let’s do this then.

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Hyunjin:

You sit on your comfortable couch. Thoughts taking over your ability to get up.

Stupid. Disgusting. More disturbing words play through your head. You grew up with horrible parents, so the words didn’t hurt you as much. Before one caught you by the leg.

Helpless. Why that one all of a sudden. Maybe it’s the fact you try and help yourself as much as you can. Not wanting to put your own problems into others. Especially your boyfriend, Hyunjin.

You feel your empty eyes slowly tear up,

“I’m home pretty!” You hear your boyfriend say a few feet away. A slam of the door following behind,

“Oh. You’re right here.” He smiles and walks up to kiss your cheek. You keep your focus forward. You didn’t want him to see the pain in your eyes.

You sigh and look up knowing he’s gonna start questioning you. His face then turns into one of confusion as the tears start coming down your face quickly.

“Pretty? What’s wrong?” He feels his own eyes dry up. When you cry he feels like he’s going to cry,

“Nothing baby.” You state as you kiss his forehead. He grunts quietly and grabs your face,

“Don’t lie. What’s going on?” He speaks determined. You bite your lip. You let it go as you talk,

“I just feel so..tired. I feel like I can’t keep up with everything..” You look at him in his eyes. Obviously do to the fact he still has his hands on the sides of your face.

“I’m sorry pretty. I’m sorry you’re feeling that way. I’m glad you can talk to me. I did have to push you a little bit but not by a lot. I’m happy you trust me so much. If you need me, pretty. I’m here for your gorgeous face. Don’t ever feel like you’re worth nothing to anyone and like you can’t keep up. You’re worth so much to everyone. I would risk everything for you. And trust me I’ve seen you put your power to the test. You can keep up just fine pretty. It just might be the stress, you take up everyday. Maybe take a break. Even if it means days to weeks. We’re all okay with it as long as you are okay.” He gives you a speech as he kisses your face between some sentences. You smile softly and kiss his lips. He pulls away and sighs,

“Now what do you want for dinner? I can make some F/F?” He smiles a little. Your own smile growing larger. Glad he can comfort you in many different ways,

“I’m alright with that.” You reply,

“Let’s go make you some F/F then!”

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Changbin:

You sing a soft melody. Today was your day off as the manager for stray kids. You felt your sour body move softly. Not wanting to hurt it anymore. You move your body from the stove to the sink. Wiping your hands so you can start cutting the fruit.

You were making dinner because that helps with stress for you. You move to the cutting board with the already washed fruit. You set it down gently and grab the clean knife. You slice the first piece of the cold apple.

You sigh and stare at the fruit and knife. You feel your eyes strain to the knife longer than before. Your breathing starts to pick up. You try and slow it down, but the air just won’t get into your body the right way.

You feel your body lower to the ground. Your legs to your chest. You put your head on your knees. And feel your breathing still as quick as before. You were to into the attack to here the door open and close.

You start to hear footsteps come towards the kitchen,

“My love? Are you in here?” Fuck. Changbin’s home. You try to stand, but your legs feel weak. You fall back into the ground and groan. You hear running stomps speed towards you.

You sob now feeling a headache,

“My love! Are you okay?” He grabs you by your upper body. He pulls you towards his chest as you cry. You grip his shirt and feel the tears make contact with your hand.

He grips you tighter and kisses your forehead,

“My love? Please answer me.” He grips you even tighter if possible. You feel your chest love violently with each sob coming from your mouth. You try to speak,

“I-I c-can’t b-breathe. I-I c-can’t do an-anything rig-right.” Your words are staggered everywhere. The cries and hard breathing getting in the way,

“Alright my love. It’s okay. I know you feel everything is harming you right now, but you’re safe. I promise you are safe in my arms. You don’t need to feel any pain mentally or physically anymore. I’m here to be your breathe you can’t reach and the tears that go down your cheek. I will relive your stress by leaving your body through them. Panicking is okay. It’s natural but I need you to try and calm down. I need you to breathe in for three seconds then let it out in three. Okay, my love?”

You look up at him eyes puffy and cutely red,

He calms you down with his words. You do as he says and try to breathe in threes. 1 2 3 in. 1 2 3 out. You repeat this in your empty void. You feel yourself stop crying and breathing slow down. You bring your hand up and wipe away the still wet tears. The dry ones sticking to your face.

You kiss his lips before he goes to shut the stove off and put the knife and fruits away. You feel the sleepiness take over. Your eyes slowly close, your head falling forward.

He turns around to see you asleep about to fall off the counter. He rushes over as he decides he’ll just do the dishes later. He picks you up again. He takes you up stairs. He walks into the bedroom and sets you on the bed under the comforter. He kisses your forehead for the third time today.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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Lee know:

You stretch your limbs and hear that satisfying pop. You lay back down in your bed. You look to Lee know’s side of the bed. You sigh seeing him not there. You feel your eyes tear up.

You had a nightmare a few days ago that started exactly like this. Lee know leaves, he says he’s staying out late, you go to see him, you ask him how he’s doing, he gives dry replies, you’re confused, and then he just tells you he’s tired of you.

You feel a tear go down one of your cheeks. Another one following behind. You hear your phone vibrate. You turn around. You see a text from Lee know,

“Emotionless” baby

Hey darling. I won’t make it tonight I have to work late. I’m sorry!!

Your heart drops. No this can’t be happening.

Okay babe. Do you mind if I see you later?

You stress as you wait for the answer. You swallow nothing and stand up out of the bed. You grab your phone off the charger. You walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth. Not having your eyes on the phone, just in case it’s something bad he text back.

You take your clothes off and get into the shower. You decided to just check later.

— little time skip —

You get out the closet with your new clothes putting them on quickly. You took your time in the shower. Wanting to see him as soon as possible. You grab your keys and get to the entrance of the house. You open the door and rush to your car.

You basically speed to JYP Entertainment. You get to the doors and walk in. The receptionist nods at you and lets you pass. You get to the elevator and get upstairs. You get to the studio and open the last door in your way slowly.

You see Lee know laughing with Chan. You sigh and walk up behind him,

“Hey.” You said from behind him. When he turns around he smiles widely,

“Hey darling.” He keeps smiling as he hugs you. You smile and hug him back. Feeling the relief spread throughout your body,

“What are you doing here?” He asks,

“I asked you if I could see you. I’m not sure if you answered though, so I just came.” You nod and smile.

He smiles and makes you sit down. Him soon sitting in your lap. You wrap your arms around him. You felt your heart pick up as you think he will just tell you how tired he is of you and then leave with Chan.

Your leg starts to move a lot with out you noticing. He turns around and looks at you. He sees you biting your lip which is something you do when anxious. He grows confused as he drags you outside the room,

“What’s wrong?” He grabs the sides of your face. You groan quietly. Screw his observation skills. You sigh,

“I’m fine. I just need to breathe.” He nods and holds your hands. You feel your eyes tear up just slightly. He grabs your cheeks and wipes the slow tears.

“Are you sure you just “need to breathe?”” You nod but he obviously doesn’t believe you. He wipes the tears then hugs you again.

You burst out with tears. He holds you tighter,

“Whatever that is harming you right now. Does not matter darling. I’m here, Chans here, Hyunjins here, Changbins here. We’re all here for you darling. You can cry, and we’ll be your shoulders. We’ll wipe your tears before they touch your chin. We’ll be your sunny days in your own dark nights. Darling we love you. I love you, and I won’t ever stop loving you. I will be here for your lonely cries and your lonely thoughts. I won’t let you go. We will keep you safe and with us. We’ll stay with you as long as you need us to darling. We love you okay?”

You sob hearing the sweet words of one of you lovers. He stops hugging you and kisses your soft lips. He smiles at you softly but sadly. You smile back with more confidence than before.

God, do I love them.

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Im done y’all!! YAY! I’m so happy I can post this for you guys. I get I was gone, but like I said I didn’t have motivation. Yet now I’m out of school, so I can write more for you!!!!! But we still don’t speak of that. We never know what might happen. Have runs reading other stuff y’all while y’all wait for me.

#short imagine #gender neutral reader #skz x reader #skz x male reader #top male reader #uke male reader #stray kids

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manorpunk · 9 months

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(part 2)

The Bible, the Vedas, the Daodejing - the universal truth towards which all these works grasp is neither god nor heaven, but rather, the state-structure. Humanity makes states the same way that ants make hills and bees make hives: unthinkingly, instinctively, irrepressibly. Family, culture, community - all of these are the different cells of the state-structure replicating themselves in our every experience. Let go of sentiment, become subsumed in the world around you, and you too will see the veins of the state-structure.

- Excerpt from Authoritarianism is Good when I Do It, by Maria von Zuckerberg-Lorraine

“Thank you! Xiexie! Multajn Dankojn! Thank you to all my voters and subscribers for your support, mwah!”

Sunny blew a kiss to the unfathomable audience watching her morning updates and affirmations from the other side of a screen.

“This is so exciting, and I couldn’t have done it without you. To celebrate, there’s a 25% off sale for the entire - that’s right, the entire merch store, and we’ve added three new body pillow designs to commemorate the occasion! If you’ve ever wanted to snuggle up close with your new president, now’s your chance. Okay, I have to go now, lots of presidential business to attend to, but don’t get up to trouble while I’m gone, mmkay? Love you! Byeeee!”

The live feed ended. Three thousand miles away, in a Bay Area penthouse apartment, Maria von Zuckerberg-Lorraine regarded what she had just seen. She turned to her bot-ler, a squat old model that she had nicknamed ‘Torgo.’

“Your gin, madam,” Torgo said through a speaker that crackled with age, carrying a bottle of gin and a chilled glass on the flat top of its frame.

“Thank you, Torgo.” Maria poured herself a drink and took a sip. “Can you believe it? Her first act as president is shilling her body pillows to lonely teenagers. I ought to hate it, but it’s so… American.” Maria tossed her hair back and took another sip.

Maria was tall, a hair over six feet, and broad in the shoulders and hips. She was a celebrated member of the Worshipful Order of Posters (more commonly referred to as the Poster’s Union), and the author of numerous lengthy treatises, including Good Things are Bad Actually, I am the Only Smart Person on This Bitch of an Earth, and of course her evergreen bestseller Authoritarianism is Good when I Do It. She was a controversial figure within the posting scene - her detractors claimed that her works are overly self-serving and her popularity is largely due to her evil milf aesthetics, while her supporters referred to her as ‘mommy.’

“Hello, Maria!” Sunny said.

“Hello, Sunny,” Maria replied. She started to take another sip of gin, then froze. There was Sunny, looming on her display screen where she had not been looming just a moment before.

“Fuck! How did you - I didn’t even hear you call,” Maria said, fumbling with her glass as she tried not to spill anything.

“So, funny story, I got access to the presidential broadcast system this morning. Gabe - he’s my tech guy - Gabe took a look at it. Turns out, the code hasn’t been updated in a while, so he was able to find an exploit that lets me force-start a call with anyone in the American League! Isn’t that cool?” Sunny grinned, clasping her hands and tilting back and forth with excitement. Colorful little hearts floated around her.

“So what you’re saying is that you hacked me.”

“No, no, no, I just accessed your connection without your knowledge or consent.”

“Literally that’s… never mind. Not like privacy law means anything nowadays,” Maria hid her frown behind another sip.

“Are you drinking?” Sunny asked.

Maria set her glass back on top of Torgo and laid back in her chair, as if pushed over a heavy existential weight. “The Global Logistics Network has automated away half the jobs in existence and gamified the other half. Aivrcade’s VR worlds are more popular than every other video game and most hard drugs combined. The whole world is turning into one big Skinner box. Why aren’t you drinking?”

“Because it’s like nine thirty in the morning. Listen, I was thinking about offering you a job, but you’re being kind of a bummer right now and it’s making me reconsider.”

Maria sat up. “A job? What job?”

“Oh, you know, Secretary of Education.”

Maria blinked. “As in, your Secretary of Education? As in, you’re offering me an executive cabinet position?”

Sunny nodded. “Why so surprised? You’re smart, you’re popular, and you’re an established name in the Poster’s Union. Sounds like a good candidate to me. That is, until I saw you being surly and drinking alone.”

“Wait. I…”

“Yes?” Sunny leaned forward and rested her chin on her hands.

"So you... hmm." Maria crossed her arms. She knew what Sunny wanted her to say, but her soul could tell that she was getting ready to sell it, and it wasn’t going to leave without a fight.

“Alright," she finally said, "how, may I ask, could I be less of a bummer?”

“Funny you should ask, you just have to answer some questions I have prepared for such an occasion. Question one: did you vote for me?”

Maria drummed her fingers. “I voted for the ghost of John Brown, as I have done for every presidential election. But you were my second.”

“Good enough, I appreciate the honesty. Question two: praise me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Praise me. Min laŭdu. Shake it for the camera so I know how bad you really want it.”

Maria’s fingers clenched around her biceps. “That’s not a question.”

“You’re right, it’s an order. Now get praising,” Sunny said, her smile still warm and bright.

“Alright, alright, fine. You’re… the least likely candidate to start world war three. Marcus believed his own bullshit, but you strike me as a plain and simple grifter.”

Sunny put a finger to her chin and glanced up in an exaggerated pondering gesture. “Hmm. That doesn’t really feel like a compliment. You’ll have to do better.”

“You’re… dedicated, and charismatic.”

“More. Keep going.”

“And… bespoke. You wear the zeitgeist like a glove.”

“And I’m cute.”

“And you’re cute,” Maria sighed.

“That wasn't very convincing. Say it again.”

Maria bit back a scowl. “You are cute.”

“Yay! That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

“It was very hard and I feel dirty. Any more questions?"

“Nah, I'm satisfied now.”

“Then as long as I’ve got your attention, I have some new policy suggestions,” Maria brushed off the dirty feelings as snatched up her tabule, opened a document, and began reading aloud. “One: no more World War 2 movies.”

“That can wait until - sorry, what?”

“It’s been over a century!" Maria threw her hands up in exasperation, “It's time to move on, we drained that well dry, we should make movies about something else already. Two: if you’re talking about America you can’t cite de Tocqueville anymore. Same principal applies here, it’s overdone, please just read anyone else.”

“Ahem. You can just send me the list. I’ll be going soon, I have plenty of other people I need to call today,” Sunny said.

“Oh? Who’s the next person you’re going to ambush with a high-ranking job?”

“Oh, you know…” Sunny flashed a defensive smile, “JMR, to be my Secretary of Defense.”

Maria’s face went icy. “JMR? As in Jacob Martin Rider? That tiresome creep will be in charge of our defense? That manor-lord? That dracula?” Maria spat.

Sunny rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Maria. You can’t call him a dracula just because he’s gay and ostentatious.”

“The man wears jodhpurs, Sunny. He’s like a white Yukio Mishima.”

Sunny sighed. “I know he’s… like that, but I’m not exactly spoiled for choice here. Stopping Imperial Quebec was probably the only good thing America’s done this century, and when people think about the Quebec Wars, they think about JMR. I can’t afford to pass up that kind of reputation. And for the record, he’s half-Norteño.”

Maria scoffed. “Norteños are white now, it was in this year’s patch notes.”

#manorpunk #unreality #sunny roosevelt #maria von zuckerberg lorraine

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fakeuwus · 3 months

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oml today was the shittest day ever😭😭😭😭 I fell down and hurt my leg the other day and now it’s plastered and I can’t dance for a while😭 dancing is litch rally my fav thing to do noooooo I’m so sad☹️ Anywayyyy enough abt meee what’s up with YOU?🫵

I hope ur taking enough rest and drinking enough water💗 DONT YOU DARE TAKE STRESS CAUSE OF POSTING OKAY⁉️

Oml literally dead rn.

TIME FOR SOME SUNGCEPS⁉️⁉️🫡🫡 okie that’s all I love you and many more ppl on this app do too!! So don’t tKe to much stress and relax a bit,yeah?

Okay iloveyou byeeee💗💗🫶🏻

IS UR LEG OKAY😭?! U SHOULD BE THE ONE GETTING SOME REST AHHH I HOPE U RECOVER WELL MY LOVE ☹️☹️☹️

also u dance??? me too!! i havent done it much since graduating college but i try to take a few classes when i cannnn what type of dancing do u do?

AND TYSM FOR THE SUNGCEPS HES SO 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 i love my little (not so little) gymrat hoonie

ILYYYY TEWWW AGAIN REST WELL!! 🫶🏼

#messages ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ✧˖°.#defnotfertilizedtoesw

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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Dr.Laufeyson

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“I’ve just been so tired recently and I’m pretty sure I’m going off of pasta, I loveee pasta.” You sighed, holding the phone to your ear.

“No more pasta for Mrs Laufeyson awww.” Bucky joked, laughing from the other end.

“I’m being serious, it is upsetting. And do you wanna know what’s worse than going off of pasta. Marrying your shrink, he always thinks he knows what’s best.”

“And does he?” Bucky continued to laugh.

“What?”

“Know best?”

You stayed silent for a few moments, smiling to yourself as you thought of Loki.

“Yeah, most of the time.” You answered. “Anyways, how’s you and Nat?”

“Still taking things slowly, I met her family, nice bunch, scary sister.” He replied. “Not to be dramatic y/n but I love her.” He added.

“Awww.” You cooed as Loki walked into the room, leaning down, he kissed you on the neck. “Stopp.” You giggled. “I’ll call you back later Bucky Lokis just got home.”

“Speak to you later. Byeeee.”

Hanging your phone up, you dropped it onto the bed before you turned towards Loki and kissed him properly, him deepening it as one of his hans found the back of your head.

“Hi.” He spoke against your lips.

“How did it go?” You asked, pecking his lips again.

“You are now looking at the new owner of the Ostroff Centre soon to be Laufeyson centre.” He grinned.

“AAAAAAHHHHYOUGOTIT!!!” You exclaimed, arms wrapping tightly around Loki as you pulled him into the bed, wrapping your legs around him too.

“Course I did, I just worked my charm.” He smirked.

“Whatever.” You laughed, rolling your eyes as you kissed him again. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you more gorgeous.”

“How about we celebrate?” You suggested.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked, wriggling his brows.

“Champagne, dinner, definitely some vigorous sex.” You smirked.

“Okay hear me out.” He began “Why don’t we just skip the champagne.”

“Mhmm.” You hummed, prompting him to continue.

“Skip the dinner.”

“Mmmm.”

“And jump straight to the sex.” He finished, kissing your neck.

“Finneeee.” You giggled as your lips found his.

You began removing one another’s clothes, lips barely leaving each others as you kissed passionately. Once you were naked against the bed underneath Loki, he entered you, slowing easing himself inside as your nails dug into his shoulders. He reached down, kissing you again as he bottomed out. The sex was slow, intimate. You and Loki told one another how much you loved each other as you came, Loki remaining buried inside of you even after his own climax. Looking into one another’s eyes, you found home. You both knew you’d never be alone again, you had him and he had you.

Short little epilogue thing 😁

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#loki x reader #loki x female reader #tom hiddelston loki #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#oc fiction #loki fanfiction #loki smut #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki au

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srjlvr · 2 years

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ACTION ! | ‘you need to mentally prepare yourself’

Sunoo was right. The shooting for the new drama is starting in two days and you’ve just gotten your extra scripts for the other episodes you’re about to film on your first day.

“Okay so Sunoo is going to be Sunwoo and i’m gonna stay as Yn? They suck at giving names” You flipped the script papers, trying to collect some information before actually diving in.

“Oh so Jisung is going to play someone named jinsung?” You looked at your manager and laughed, “I can’t believe they gave us literally the same names!”

“Maybe it’s not that bad! Think about it, you’re not going to get confused with the names a lot!!” Your manager held her laugh, continuing to flip the papers while you were reading “Yeah right, as if i’m not going to—“ You smashed your hand over a specific page that your manager just flipped.

“Wait a minute…….There is going to be….” “What?” “A KISS SCENE?” You yelled out.

“You can’t be serious! There’s no way!!” You walked back and forth while biting your nails nervously. “You’ve done it hundreds of times with other actors! What’s so different now?”

“It’s going to be a kiss with THE kim sunoo” You sighed, “And on the first day of filming! I bet you there are more to come” You squeezed your eyes in annoyance.

“Either way, you committed in the contract to do anything, we can’t really do anything about that now” Your manager finally stopped you from walking and freaking out and caught you by your shoulders, “Whatever is going to happen, its going to be okay, aren’t you two friends now? It shouldn’t be a problem”

“A WHAT NOW” Sunoo yelled over the phone after you called him over with the news, “Didn’t you read the script?”

“Not yet, i’ve been busy with my members” He sighed, you could hear the background laughs that probably belonged to his members, “Well then, you need to mentally prepare yourself for a kiss”

“I don’t really mind trying…..” “What?” “What? Oh! Sorry, members are calling me, i’ll talk to you later! Let’s meet up with sieun later today too! Okay byeeee” Sunoo was quick to hang up the call before you could understand what just happened.

NOTES. literally starting school next week and i wanna die

TAGLIST ( is open ! ). @ahnneyong @dreamenvi @hyeunfae @arizejkt19 @ineedaherosavemeenow @cwsana @venus-near-the-ren @jovibaes @kkalechip @lockburn-castle @meiiiwa @m00shroum @theboyzrightherex @ofshipsandsubmarines @vatterie ( bold means couldnt be tagged! )

SYNOPSIS. Being the most famous and wanted actress, yn found herself in the process of signing a new contract to a new upcoming romance K-drama but she never expected to fall in love with the male lead who’s also the infamous idol Kim Sunoo from enhypen, who happened to have a shared past with her.

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justaboot · 11 months

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A tiny post re. my writing bc I’m an anxious person

I'm going through some health issues at the moment (hi I’m fine) but it makes writing a big challenge. Except for the last chapter, Sixpence has been basically finished for months, and I’m incredibly frustrated about dropping the ball right at the end, because I didn’t anticipate having this much trouble wrapping it out. I know writers don’t owe anything, but I’m disappointed to be posting so much art and feeling like I’m ghosting the end of a series I worked so hard on, and am genuinely having so much fun sharing. I’m going to try and go in for bloodwork soon, but at the moment concentration and brain-work is incredibly difficult. Drawing is much more mindless, and its helping me stay engaged and alert, but I spend so much time opening and closing my docs trying to focus. I’m just really, really frustrated with myself. I had a whole weekend housesitting alone, and I thought it’d be so productive and it’s been utterly awful.

this is just a mini personal rant at this point, but its my blog so whatever. It’s also affecting my professional life, which is incredibly infuriating. Having a job that needs so much juggling done during off-hours is really hard when you’re having brain and concentration problems. ahhhhhh. okay byeeee...

#personal

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reclusiverisottonero · 2 years

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things my brain has been quietly obsessing about—

consider these very sloppy nasty hinged 1AM risotto head canons i guess lmao

[cw menstruation, blood kink, scent kink, slightly sleazy risotto stealing your clothes (among other things) and being nasty with them]

risotto with a scent kink/fetish though??? HELLO?!

the crook of your neck is not enough for him, so he shoves his face into your armpit while jerking off or fucking you.

or mashing his face between your legs and humping the sheets, just soaking up your scent while going down on you. his cock is gonna make a crater in the mattress for how hard he’s going at it.

he likes your natural scent the most, without perfumes/deodorants, but he’s not about to say anything bc he knows much you like using them. he eventually develops a pavlovian response to the sound of you spraying it on and gets too embarrassed to look at you sometimes bc it makes him so hard.

scent memory is a very powerful thing, and just thinking about how good you smell to him has him rock hard in .01 seconds. has to find you and immediately fuck your brains out or look for a place to go relieve himself.

risotto secretly stealing your used clothes, and not just your underwear though those are his faves to wrap around his cock while rubbing one out to you.

he takes one or two articles of clothing with him when he has to be out on a hit for a while. both as a source of comfort and good jerk off material because he always misses you when you’re apart.

turns into a feral dog when you’re on your period. he can sense the blood bc of Metallica and he’s just so attuned to your scent that it’s easy for him to hyper focus on it when your hormones are working stronger than usual to make you smell so fucking good to him.

he’ll respect if you don’t want to have sex during this time but by god is he gonna struggle, walking around with a nonstop boner. and he’ll wanna have his head in your lap or cuddle up to you. offers to massage your lower back or stomach, to make you comfortable but also he’s trying to find any excuse to be close to you. a win-win in his opinion.

sometimes he takes your used tampons or pads. he’d die of shame if you ever found out but he loves loves loves the smell. when he jacks off to them he cums so hard it makes him feel drunk every time. so flushed he’s dizzy with it. he can hardly catch his breath before getting hard again when he sees how much he’s soaked them with his cum.

sure we could go with him being shameless about stealing your stuff but i like my risotto with a big helping of ‘i know this is wrong but i can’t/don’t want to control myself and feel bad about it’ on the side.

okay i’m done i cannot believe i wrote this out bYEEEE

#risotto x reader #risotto nero x reader #risotto nero #getting the worst of my brain worms out for the fic i’m writing #he’s not gonna be sleazy in the fic though which is why i needed to get it out here #this is so unhinged i’m sorry #my writing

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Hellooooo🩷

‘I’ll pop the heating on yeah? Get it all nice and warm for the little man’ Mason shouted to you as he opened the front door to let you in. The three of you taking your first family outing to the big Sainsburys to grab some last minute Christmas supplies and you couldn’t wait to get back into the safety of your home. I LOVE THAT FAMILY

Mason was at training when you found out you were pregnant. You wanted to wait until he got home so you could take the test together and find out but you couldn’t handle not knowing and when the little test told you you were pregnant you collapsed on the floor in happy tears. OMG I'M NOT GOOD🥺🥺🥺🥺 BABIESSS

You managed to make them stop until he got home. The pair of you sinking to the floor once you’d shown him the positive test so he could hold you in his lap as you both silently cried. Counting back to realise your baby was probably conceived the night of your third anniversary and it just made everything feel even more special to you. IM MELTED, BYEEEE

You had always been told you’d feel that feeling as soon as you saw him but there was a voice in the back of your head telling you it won’t happen for you. That you were a product of your family and it would take time for you to bond with George but thankfully that wasn’t the case and you’d turned into a big mamma bear almost instantly. THE BEST MAMMA BEAR

You knew it was in the back of your mind even though it shouldn’t be but you wanted to be perfect even though you were still healing from childbirth. Taking on every task that needed doing over Christmas and making sure it was done to perfection. Not accepting help from anyone, even Mason, as you organised a special Christmas Eve get together for all your family but the stress of it and learning how to take care of a little human was making you snappy. MMM SHE IS OVER STRESSING HERSELF

‘Will you just leave me Mason, I know what I’m doing’ you told him angrily. Moving your shoulder so his hand would drop away from you. OH LOVE🥺

‘What I want is for you to go away. I want these to be perfect and you’re just ruining everything’ you shouted, tears burning in your eyes before you slammed the napkins down on the table and made an exit. THAT WAS MEAN😭😂

You felt awful. Saying hurtful things to the man you loved who was only trying to help and when you stormed off upstairs he let you have your moment to calm down. Only going to look for you when he thought you’d been gone too long and finding you fast asleep on his side of the bed. SHE IS EXHAUSTED, POOR BABY🥺

By the time you’d woken up and calmed down you found Mason in the living room, sitting in the armchair with George asleep on his chest as he slowly rubbed his back with Parker asleep at his feet. THE PERFECT TRIO HONESTLY

‘I’m so sorry’ you whispered, your tearful eyes looking into his sympathetic ones and you carried on talking before he had a chance to tell you everything was okay. ‘I just really want everything to be perfect you know? It’s George’s first Christmas and our families are gonna be together and I just wanna show everyone that I can do it’ MY LITTLE GIRL HAS GROWN UP SO MUCH🥹🥹🥹

‘I know baby. And I know you can do it but you can’t do it on your own okay? You pushed this little human out of you four days ago and you’re still healing, not to mention your hormones are all over the place. You need to rest’ EXACTLYYYYY, SCREAM IT MASEEEE

‘I know’ he breathed, pressing a small kiss to your nose. ‘And I know why too but you’ve got nothing to prove to anyone okay? You're a perfect mum and no amount of handmade place settings will change that’ he joked, causing you to nod at him with a smile. ‘You’re not superwoman. No one expects you to be okay? In fact I think they think you’re all mental for wanting to host them a week after you’ve popped a baby out’ he teased. HE KNOWS HER SOOOOOO MUCH, OMG IM SOFT🥺🥺🥺

‘We’re not skipping Christmas, Mason’ you scolded, knowing he was only joking but you appreciated him trying to make you smile just like he always did. AHAHHAHAHA OUR GIRL WANTS THAT CHRISTMAS

‘Right miss, nap time for you’ you suddenly heard, feeling Mason’s hand on your shoulder but you shook it off. Wanting to finish what you were doing. NAP TIMEEE, MY FAVOURITE TIMEEEE

‘Come on babe, you know what the nurse said. You sleep when baby sleeps’ he told you softly. Pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tried to attempt to push you to the bed but you resisted ever so slightly. THE PERFECT HUMAN BEING

‘Baby, we spoke about this’ he whispered. Popping George in the next to me crib before holding your face so you could really look at each other. ‘You’re exhausted and you’ll be even more so when everyone gets here later. I can do what needs doing okay. Will it be as good as if you did it? No, not at all. But I’ll make up for it with my charm and wit’ he teased, hands slightly moving to your neck as you smiled lightly. ‘You need to let me help, remember?’ HE KNOWS HIS CHARM CAN CONQUER EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE

You slept for longer than you wanted to but you knew you must have needed it. Waking up to quickly feed George and get him changed into his little Christmas outfit before meeting Mason downstairs. Feeling warmth rush through you at the sight of him finishing up the table settings and you resisted the urge to run over and kiss his face off. HE DID A GREAT JOB🥹🥹🥹

Freya was first to arrive with Woody in tow. Making a beeline for George’s basket so she could pick him up and sit with him on Woody's lap. FAVOURITE AUNTIE IS HEREEEEE

‘Well no, but this isn’t just any baby though is it’ she laughed. Stroking his little cheek with her thumb as Woody made the same gesture on Freya’s thighs and the pair of them looked at him in awe. ‘This is my little Georgie Porgie, the cutest baby in the world, yes you are’ she babbled to him and it made your heart flutter to see how much they loved him. WHO IS THIS WOMAN? AHHAHAHAH WHAT DID SHE DO TO FREY? AHHAHAHA

‘Yes dad’ he huffed before you watched Mason put him in a headlock and ruffle his hair. ‘Don’t talk back son or Santa won’t stop at your house tonight’ he joked, trying to mess his hair up but Freya was quick to separate them so they could finish sorting the snacks out. AHHAHAHA CUTIES

‘How you doing, love?’ He asked, walking into the house with you under his arm, your eyes full to the brim at his affection. Knowing how protective he was over you made you feel so full and watching his eyes tear up as he caught sight of little George almost sent you over the edge. I LOVE HER RELATIONSHIP WITH TONYYYYY

‘Hi dad’ you smiled, enveloping him in a big hug straight away and you felt your eyes sting as he held you back just as tightly. THEY ARE GOOD AND HAPPY 🥹

You’d met his wife Liz and your two step sisters Abi and Hailey twice before and even though you thought it might be awkward and weird you all got on like a house on fire. Pulling them in for a hug each as they came inside before leading them into the living room so they could mix with Mason's family. OMGGGGG YOU DID ITTTT YESSSSS I'M SOOOOO HAPPYYYYYYYY,SHE HAS A BIG FAMILY NOWWWW

‘What? He was handed to me. I didn't steal him I promise’ she laughed but you saw the pout from a mile off when you attempted to take him. YES FREY😂

Your sisters talking to Jaz, your dad in deep conversation with Tony and Lewis and Debbie speaking to Liz who had George safely cradled in her arms. It all felt surreal to have everyone here together and it was overwhelming at how big your family was now. I'M OFFICIALLY A MESS😭😭😭😭

‘Honestly? I really couldn’t ask for anyone better to do this with’ you smiled at her, watching her face soften instantly before you looked down to see George yawning adorably in his sleep. ‘He knows me like the back of his hand and knows when to tell me off when I’m pushing it too far. I think I forget I only gave birth a week ago but he’s really looked after us this week. You should be really proud of him’ LOZ YOURE KILLING ME TODAY

‘Of course’ she smiled tearfully. ‘He��s always spoken about you and I had to really give him a kick up the bum to speak to you. I think he was ashamed of how he acted’ she confessed, and sensing you might need some alone time you felt Debbie shuffle next to you. OHHH 😭😭😭

‘Oh don’t you start, I’ve only just calmed down from Debbie saying the same’ you laughed, bumping your shoulder into his chest slightly. ‘But thank you’ you told him, smiling as Abi and Hailey shyly made their way over to join you all but you waved them over with a smile. ‘Would you guys like a hold?’ HER FAMILY🥹🥹🥹

‘It's not just that though, I’m so proud of the man you’ve become. She’s got nothing but praise for you out there and I know you’re looking after them so well. I just couldn’t be anymore proud of the man you are’ she sniffed. ‘And I know you’re not even doing it intentionally, it’s just who you are but it’s so lovely to see’ NO, LOZ, PLEASE, I CAN'T LOOSE ALL MY BODY FLUIDS 🥹🥹

You’d lost sight of Mason a while ago and now George seemingly too and as the noise in your living room grew louder you excused yourself to try and find them. Eventually finding the pair of them sat in the conservatory on the big sofa with a big fluffy blanket around the pair of them. Your chest feeling warm as you sat and watched Mason talk quietly to him before his eyes caught yours and he sent you a shy lopsided smile. OMG CUTIES

‘You’re such a good dad, Mase’ ‘But you are, you’re so good with him. And with me’ you laughed tears spilling down your cheeks. ‘Thank you for letting me join your boys only party’ OH LOVE YOU WILL FOREVER BE THE SPECIAL GUEST AT THESE PARTIES

‘You’re always invited to the boys only party’ he laughed, hearing Parker’s footsteps getting louder and louder before he rounded the corner and came into view. ‘Hello mate, you feeling left out?’ Mason laughed, tapping your thigh before Parker got the hint and jumped up next to you on the sofa so could lay his head on your lap. His eyes constantly flashing up to George as you scratched between his ears. ‘Well try and have a girl next, I feel like you’re a bit out numbered’ Mason laughed and you blushed at his words. Knowing he wanted to extend your family even more made your tummy flutter but you knew you had plenty of time for that. HE WANTS A GIRL TOO, THEY WANT A BIG FAMILY, SHE DIDN'T WANT A MAN IN HER LIFE 3 YEASR AGO😭😭😭

‘He’s just as obsessed with your boobs as I am’ AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH THAT'S HIM

‘Just seeing you with him, makes me realise how far we’ve come. Remember when you didn’t even want to be my friend? Now look at us’ he laughed. ‘I’d do it all again though if it meant we ended up here’ EXACTLYYYYY OMG, THE TOP TOP TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN

‘We’ll have to get the kids to bed soon or they’ll never sleep’ Jaz told you, stroking George’s cheek as she held him but Mason was pouting as soon as he overheard as he was having so much fun spending time with his little people. AHHAHAHA HE IS A BABY TOO

‘You’re hilarious, y/n’ Lewis laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before walking you towards the stairs. ‘We’ve got this. Go to bed and we’ll finish up and see you in the morning, yeah?’ ‘Mums orders!’ Debbie shouted from across the room, making you laugh as Lewis pushed you up the stairs. ‘We’ll see you in the morning okay?’ THEY JUST LOVE HER

‘There is. It scares me sometimes how well you know me. How you always know what’s best for me’ you whispered. His face softening as he took your hand in his so he could rub comforting circles into the back of it. HE IS YOUR MAN FOR A REASONNN BESTIE🤭

‘I love you too. And that’s why I want to give you a present early if that’s okay’ OHHHHH

‘George’s book of firsts?’ He read aloud, picking up the folder so he could get a better look before his eyes were on you. OMG THATS THE SWEETEST THING EVER

The middle name picked itself. Carrying on the tradition and a gentle nod to Mason's dad and all he did for the pair of you. You still remember the day you told Tony your thoughts around this and the little twinkle in his eye told you all you needed to know. OHHHHH TONY🥹🥹🥹

It was the last name that was a bit of a pickle. The pair of you not speaking about it as it had always been a bit of a contentious subject and so far no one had the guts to talk about it. OHHHHH

You knew Mason wasn’t thrilled by your thoughts on this subject. He wanted you to be his in every sense of the word and for his little boy to be his. But he also understood where you were coming from and loved you enough to look past it. THIA MAN IS PERFECT, I SWEAR

‘Mount? You want him to be a Mount?’ ‘I do’ you whispered. Taking his face in your hands so you could press a kiss to the end of his nose. And when we get married next year, I want to be a Mount too’ I'M CRYING AGAIN

‘I’m sure Mase. I want everyone to know we’re yours and we belong to you’ GIGGLING

‘You’ve given me everything I could ever want or need Mason. You’ve loved me when I didn’t deserve it and stood by me through thick and thin. All that I am, and all that we are now, it’s because of you and I’m ready to give myself to you fully. I know I said I didn’t want to lose my ties to my family but you’re my family. You and little Georgie are my whole life and it just feels like the final missing piece’ HE HONESTLY DESERVES THAT

‘I think that’s partly the reason why. Knowing my dad and his family better now helps. I know I’ve got him now and losing my last name doesn’t mean I’m losing him or that side of me. But I’m gaining a part of you and you’re the most special person in the whole world to me and I’ll always choose you. Good days, bad days, come rain or shine I’ll always choose you Mase. OMG THATS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CONFESION EVER

‘I can’t believe I’ve gotta wait another five weeks to show you’ he joked, making you roll your eyes as you realised what he wanted but couldn’t have just yet. SILLY AHAHHAH

‘Well how about you run down and grab those cookies from outside so we can share them. Distract you a little bit’ COOCKIESSSS

OMG THAT WAS PERFECTION

HER BEING OVER STRESSING AND HIM IMMEDIATELY UNDERSTANDING AND TAKING THE SITUATION IN HIS HANDS TO TAKE CARE OF HER

ALL THEIR BIG FAMILY REUNITED, AND HER BOUND WITH EVERYONE😭

THE BOUND BETWEEN HER, LIZ AND THE GIRLS? I WAS HOPING FOR YOU TO WRITW ABOUT IT SOOOOO MUCH🥹🥹🥹

WHEN SHE GOLD DEBBIE THAT MASON WAS PERFECT? AND DEBBIE TELLING HER AND HIM THAT SHE IS PROUD OF THEM?

THW BOUND BETWEEN Y/N AND TONY IS MY BIGGEST WEAKNESS, I SWEAR, HE IS LIKE A DAD FOR HER

THE LITTLE FAMILY MOMENT TO HAVE A PAUSE FROM THE NOISES

THE PRESENT, AND HIM LETTING HER DECIDE ON THE LAST NAME, OMG, THAT WAS THE BEST THING, JE WAS SO RELIEVED AND HAPPY AND PROUD TO MAKE THEM HIS COMPLETELY 🥹🥹🥹

AND THE RETURN OF THE COOKIES WHAT COULD HAVE I ASKED MORE?

LOZ, THANK YOU, SO SO SO MUCH, YOU JUST MADE MY DAY AND WEEK AND MONTH AND HEALED A PART OF ME🩷🩷🩷🩷 I CANT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND THAT, I SWEAR🥹🥹🥹🥹

IVE MISSED FEEDBACK LIKE THIS

I’m so happy you liked it 🥺

I feel like this was just one big emotional fluff fest but it was needed 🩷 love you bestie thank you much for always being so nice 🥰

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