#pls tell me what u think I’ve never done this before
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— enhypen reaction to you being upset when they cheat on you in a dream !
bf!enha x gn!reader, fluff & humour, established relationship au, mentions of cheating & nightmares.
req. by anon! pls let me know if u like it :3
n. @woon2u u might be a bit delulu but i’m def delulu 4U
♫ phases by chase atlantic.
𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.
would probably be dead asleep when you whack him awake
“y/n, what is going on??” he slurs in his sleep
“YOU TELL ME???”
his eyes shoot wide open and he jumps to sit up, but still remaining groggy while he tries to think of what he’s done
“is this bc i ate ur cookie bc i said i would get you one tomorrow” he whines
you hit him with a pillow and he whelps
“i’ll get you two???” he says, and dodges your next hit
“you cheated on me.” you say and he looks at you with disgust
“oh shush,” he says, pulling you back to bed
he obviously wins against your attempts to push him away and traps you in his warm, snug embrace
he speaks softly with his hands tracing shapes on your arms, “why would i need to cheat when i have everything i’ve ever wanted right here with me?”
judging by the amount of kisses you place on his face, he can tell he’s done a good job at shooing away your concerns for the night.
𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.
now, you’re the only one he’ll allow to disrupt his sleep
but.. this reason
he would just let out the biggest sigh before consoling you bc even though he’s tired as heck, you’re his love and he can’t afford for you to be bothered by something
“what’s up, love?” he’d ask while stroking your back
“i had a nightmare.”
he would immediately comfort you and question what it’s about, if you’re comfortable with saying
“you cheated on me”
oh gosh he has to fight the urge to roll his eyes
“i would never do such a thing, i love you far too much”
indeed he does since he’s willing to comfort you over his sleep and just in case the thought actually does bother you, he’ll be extra affectionate and loving to you as a reminder that he’s all yours
𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.
you’d have to literally first pry his clinging body off of yours and then shake him awake
“whattt”
he has the audacity to be grumpy, you think
“sim jaeyun.”
“uh oh” he sits up and rubs his eyes. “whatever it is, i’m sorry and i love you.”
“you think that’s enough for me to forgive you for CHEATING???”
he’s like wth and laughs
“babe, what are you even sayinggg? stop being so silly i’d never do that to you,” just kisses your forehead repeatedly
just forces you back to sleep against his chest and tomorrow if you’re still sad, he’ll make it up to you
but rn, man is too sleepy so he’ll show his reassurance in sleepy kisses and whispers of affection
𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.
probably feels you jolt awake which is what wakes him up
“babe, are you okay?” while getting the glass of water for you just in case
“when were you going to tell me?” you whisper
“tell you what…” man is so confused like you just woke up from bed didn’t you???
“that you’ve been cheating on me.”
he’ll roll his eyes now
“and what evidence of this do you have, my love?” sunghoon would literally look at you with no expression
“i saw it.”
“where?”
you pause, “inmydreams”
“i didn’t quite catch that, y/n”
“in my dreams” you say.
he just sighs and pulls you in his embrace
“aigooo you’re so dramatic sometimes what will i do with you” but when he sees the pout fall even lower in your lips
he just kisses it away
“don’t let these silly dreams put things into your brain, i would never do that to you, i love you the most in the world.” he’ll make fun of you another day
𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.
another one who would have to be shook awake
would be so sassy straight away too
“what is so important that you had to wake me up at 2:48 am for ???”
“you cheated on me in my dream,” you pout.
now he pouts
immediately becomes more concerned
i just feel like sunoo would be more understanding that this is more than a silly dream
“awww, my love,” would first try calming you down if you’re too upset but would then just pat your head
“as if theres anyone better than you to cheat with anyway! nobody compares seriously,” he reassures
after you’re calm he probably focuses on making you laugh and comfortably going back to sleep
would hate for you to sleep with something so horrid on your mind
ur his other half why would he ever want to cheat???
𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.
your movements would wake him up
initial reaction is to check up on you
“y/n, are you okay?”
“jungwon would you ever cheat on me”
he’d first look at you like you have two heads
but becomes softer when he sees your eyes
“of course not!! you’re the only one i want; you’re just so perfect for me, babe”
he’d say a million things to show why he would never cheat
“the thought of being with someone else disgusts me, honestly.”
oh man and if you giggle
he’ll be like mission accomplished
that’s just his sign that you’re okay now
so all is good and you’re back off to sleep
does keep an eye on you for a few days just in case
𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki
he’s a young, growing lad who needs his sleep
so when he wakes up to you frantically waking him up
hes a mix of grumpy and concerned
“what’s wrong?” while getting up to look at you
“i had a dream that you cheated on me.”
literally can’t take you seriously but is too tired to react
“a dream? y/n what the heck,” he says.
he’ll frown when he sees you’re serious
cups your cheeks in his hands
“you don’t have to worry about something like that, i love you and even if one day we don’t love each other anymore i would never cheat”
smiles at you with so much love
“now can we go back to sleep, i’m so tired”
he’ll treat you to ice cream tomorrow though :)
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#lee heeseung#jay park#park jongseong#sim jaeyun#jake sim#park sunghoon#kim sunoo#yang jungwon#niki#nishimura riki#heeseung imagines#jungwon imagines#jay imagines#jake imagines#sunghoon imagines#niki imagines#sunoo imagines
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even death will not do us part — satoru gojo
summary — your wedding day with satoru gojo is not exactly conventional.
pairing — satoru gojo x f!reader
warnings — slightly suggestive beginning, pure fluff, established relationship
word count — 3.9k
author’s note — for satoru’s birthday ♡ i put my heart and soul and blood and sweat and tears into this and i hope u can tell. it may be the best writing i’ve ever done, so if u read it, thank u and i love u. also it’s like extremely sappy so pls keep that in mind lol
After a seemingly endless night, tendrils of golden sunlight come crawling through the blinds. They dance over your flesh that’s dotted with soft bites from your lover, and warm it like soft kisses until your eyes peel open.
Satoru’s already awake, ocean eyes gazing at you. A wave of memories of how he touched you so ardently the night before comes washing over you. After it, a wave of heat, his lustful poetry echoing in your mind until it pools between your thighs. Finally, the heat subsides into something warm, a gentle glow which settles within your ribs.
“Good morning,” your lover rasps, voice heavy with sleep.
You reach out to him until your hand finds his face, your fingers grazing over soft pink skin, your thumb tracing the ridge of his cheekbone. He’s slightly puffy, eyes still ever so slightly droopy, but slumber is not the only thing that simmers in them.
“Good morning,” you reply, your words hoarse yet covered in honey.
For a while, neither one of you says anything, instead basking in one another. Satoru drinks in the sight of you laying next to him, gulps and gulps and gulps it down like it’s red wine, until he’s drunk.
“Marry me,” he says. Time stops moving and your heart stops beating momentarily. Your mouth tries to move, tries to give a response, but every word you’ve ever learned suddenly abandons your memory.
He laughs, so obnoxiously beautiful, but within his eyes that carry a millennium of history there is only pure sincerity.
It shouldn’t surprise you this much—his question—not when Satoru had long since carved a space inside your heart, and you in his. You’d been together so long that sometimes you both forgot you weren’t married, and Satoru had a habit of casually stating things like “when I make you my wife”, because it was undisputed that he would marry you.
Still, somehow you didn’t see it coming, and not like this. Satoru Gojo was a man of grandeur–always dramatic, always making a scene, always showing off in some shape or form, whether it was you or his cursed technique. The last place you would expect him to propose was in bed at ten a.m. after a night where he made you see God himself. Although, the more you think about it, this is where he is home. Where he bears the deepest parts of his being to you and where he may shed the weight of a society that idolises him as a god. Where he can ask you to marry him as just Satoru.
“Don’t go shy on me,” he says, still amused by your disbelief.
“I-yes. Yes, I’ll marry you,” you say, sobbing out a laugh, launching yourself into his embrace and burying your face into his bare chest.
“What if we did it today?” he asks, his voice reverberating through you until it almost puts you back to sleep.
“Did what?” you ask.
“Got married.”
Your head shoots up, your eyes flitting rapidly over each of his nonchalant features. Once more, you don’t find a single hint that he’s kidding. “You’re insane.”
“You love me for it,” he says, his face like a mischievous cat’s. “And I can’t spend another minute without you being my wife, so please, elope with me.”
Unlike Satoru, you were never exactly one for grand gestures. He knew you never had dreams of a big fairytale wedding with hundreds of guests or a giant hall, and it’s precisely one of the reasons why he’s asking this of you.
“The higher-ups are going to be pissed,” you say, leaning in close to his face until there’s hardly a hair’s width between your noses.
“That’s the point,” he tells you. “Is that another yes, then?”
You stare into the depths of his irises, the ones that are swimming with adoration, the ones that have never changed how they stare at you, even after all these years. Not that you had any doubts before, but suddenly you’ve never wanted anything more. The feeling settles into your bloodstream, to your bones, to the very core of your being–certainty.
“Yes, Satoru, I’ll elope with you,” you say, and then your lips are on his. There’s a million words in the way he kisses you, ones that he would never be able to speak even if he tried, so he kisses you and kisses you in hopes that you’ll understand them. He kisses you like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. It is.
You part, sorrowfully, heads spinning, but then you remember you have things to do.
“I need to start getting ready,” you say, and you already know exactly what his response will be–a groan, a whine, and him begging you to stay in his arms for a little while longer.
He does just that.
“Satoruuu,” you say, mimicking the way he whines your name. “The sooner I get ready the sooner we’ll be married. Isn’t that what you want?”
He pouts for the sake of pouting, then his arms loosen around your waist and you leave him with a peck upon his lips before tossing yourself out of bed.
You spend the next hour and something at your vanity, having never imagined that your wedding day would leave you doing your own hair and makeup.
After Satoru brings you a cup of coffee and plants a chaste kiss to your temple, he heads to the bathroom to shower, leaving you to finish getting yourself ready. When he returns twenty minutes later, he finds you standing in your walk-in closet in only your bra and underwear, looking terribly focused. You don’t need to be a mind-reader to know he wants to tell you to go as you are—he refrains, however. It’s a miracle that he’s able to.
“You should wear that white dress you have. The one with the sleeves,” he suggests, flapping his arms and immediately you know which one he’s talking about. A plain white minidress with flared mesh sleeves and sweetheart neckline that you wore to a fancy dinner once. You fish it out, and Satoru approaches you as you step into it and pull it up your hips. Wordlessly, he zips the back up, holding his breath as he does.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to see me yet,” you quip, giggling when you turn to face him.
“Baby, there’s nothing conventional about how we’re getting married,” he grins, giving your ass a tap as you walk past him to pick out your jewellery.
Of course, he insists on putting your necklace on for you too, a dainty Tiffany chain with a diamond sun pendant that he gifted you for your birthday years back because he liked to call you his sun. Again, the feather-light brush of his fingers over your skin sends bolts of lightning shooting to your fingertips. It’s reminiscent of the way he made you feel a decade ago, before he had even kissed you for the first time, when his cheesy, cat-like smile would send your heart racing and heat rushing to your face. When butterflies would erupt in your belly and you felt like you were floating. For some reason you found it hard to believe that feelings like that would persist, but it is in Satoru’s blood to prove you wrong, and he did, and he does still.
You decide on a pair of glimmering white Jimmy Choo heels, but before you can even think to put them on, Satoru is on his knees, softly grasping each leg of yours so he can slip the shoes on and carefully tighten the straps one by one. It’s something that never fails to make you giddy–to make you question if you’re even worthy of this man (you know you are, after all he’d spent the last few years doing everything in his power to prove to you that he’s the lucky one between you). Still, you think it’s perfectly valid to wonder what you’ve done to deserve someone like this.
Satoru stands then, a perpetual smile upon his glossy pink lips. He’s in a pair of pressed black slacks that hug his thick, toned legs, and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons left open (because you always tell him you like how good he looks) and nothing to cover his eyes. You’re the only person he’ll be looking at today, after all. He’d die before letting anything obscure his view of you.
He takes your hand and raises it into the air and twirls you around, his eyes drinking in every detail of you, inhaling your sweet, angelic scent, and now it’s his turn to wonder how he managed to get so lucky, as if it doesn’t occupy his mind from the very second he wakes up to the moment he falls asleep.
He’s still unlearning the idea that he’s alone because it was all that he ever knew from the day that he was born. He’s always had friends and caretakers and people who admired him and who depended on him and who worshipped him, but he was always there at the top, the closest thing to a god that a human could be—by himself. No one could possibly understand him enough to be by his side, not really. Then one day you came along and you slithered your way into the cracks and crevices of his very being and refused to budge, and you showed him that he’s not alone, that there are people who he can trust and depend on and people who he can love.
He never lets go of your hand, pulling you close to his chest and grinning down at you. His eyes gleam with a mischief that’s all too familiar, one that’s got you instantly suspicious.
“Please don’t hate me,” he says but it’s without any real concern.
You have an inkling as to what he’s planning, but you don’t even get the chance to open your mouth to question him because one moment you’re standing in the foyer of your home and the next you’re outside of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building.
He predicts the way you smack his chest and whine out a mildly irritated “Satoru!”–it only makes him grin harder, because he knows how much you hate when he teleports you without warning, but right now he just can’t wait another moment (and neither can you) so you don’t have it in you to be genuinely displeased.
As he makes his way to the entrance, you tug on his arm suddenly to stop him after a certain realisation hits you.
“Satoru, don’t we need a witness?” you ask.
His eyes narrow in thought and he looks around, cartoon-like, before his face fills with resolution and he’s strolling away from the building with you in tow.
“Excuse me,” he exclaims, and you follow his gaze to where an older couple are walking by, hands intertwined. They turn to him inquisitively, so he continues. “My gorgeous fiancée here and I are about to be wed. All of our friends were too busy today, so we don’t have any witnesses. Would you spare a moment of time for a young, smitten couple?”
You roll your eyes, but the grin smirk your lips betrays you. “We’re sincerely sorry for interrupting your day. What my insufferable fiancé here means to say is we would appreciate it greatly if you would be our witnesses.”
The couple take a glance at one another, silently communicating before they face you and Satoru once more, nodding their heads.
“It’s our day off, we were just going to walk around the city anyway,” the lady explains, her pale, weathered lips stretching into a gentle smile.
Thus, you waltz into the city hall altogether, and only now does it begin to settle in that you’re about to marry Satoru Gojo. The morning had gone by so quickly– you’d only been awake less than four hours, and during that time you never once stopped to let any of it sink in.
Now, it sinks in. All the way to your core, to the fibres and cells that make up your being. Inside your ribs your heart is swollen, filled to the brim with scarlet red until it overflows and paints everything around it, until every part of you, every seam that holds you together has been altered, touched by something that Satoru gifted you on the first day you met him.
Your lover seems to move in slow motion. Your breath is caught in your throat. It’s a dream, you’re sure of it. Then Satoru squeezes your hand, ever perceptive of your thoughts, and reminds you that it’s not.
After gathering a pile of documents, a man in a suit takes you to a room that’s a smaller version of a court and begins to lay out the papers, simultaneously explaining each one’s purpose and indicating what you and Satoru must fill out. You provide him with your own documents–birth certificates and proof of residence, and then the two strangers who had offered themselves to you as witnesses give their signatures.
Your officiant makes his speech in a professional language, far from the flowery words given by priests or family friends in churches or venues adorned with flowers and ribbons along every wall.
Lack of preparation means your vows are a repetition of a script written decades ago: you take Satoru to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish; from this day forward until death do us part.
During Satoru’s turn, he hesitates. His eyes shine with a strange epiphany as he stares down at you.
“...From this day forward, until the end of time. Even death will not do us part.”
There are no words in any language, dead or alive, that are adequate enough to describe the elation you experience. There is no concept, idea, or theory that would truly reveal the way that you are consumed by love for him. It runs through your bloodstream, intrinsic to your very being.
The officiant announces that you and Satoru are husband and wife. Now you are one flesh and bone. He leans forward, kisses you, and it’s a promise of eternal devotion.
Outside of the city hall, where time no longer stands still but you still feel as though you are not inside of your body, your husband Satoru Gojo bows to the man and woman who made your marriage possible.
Satoru Gojo does not bow. And while it is easy to attribute it to some god complex, to the product of his upbringing, as many do, those to whom Satoru has shown his soul know that it is rebellion. It is the denial of a convention he refuses to assimilate with, one he does not believe in, one which begs children to be grateful to those who have sown them as though they had the choice to be sown.
When Satoru Gojo does bow, it is not without good reason. Most often it is only when he owes someone his life—so he bows to the two strangers, whose signatures on a piece of paper mean that he is eternally yours.
Beside him, you bow too.
“Thank you,” Satoru says, then both of you straighten up to find the couple smiling before you. There is kindness etched into every line on their face, a fondness simmering in their eyes. Their arms are linked, and all of a sudden you’re looking in a mirror.
“Congratulations on your marriage,” the woman says. “I’m certain you will flourish together.”
“You know, young people are always getting into relationships, but seeing true love like what you have with one another… It’s a rare thing nowadays. Please cherish that,” the man says.
“We’ll be forever grateful for you,” you say. “Thank you.”
The four of you part, but the couple, whose names you do not know, now lives in a part of your mind that can never be erased.
The first thing Satoru does as your husband, as you walk down the streets of Tokyo with your hands laced together, is suddenly disappear into a flower shop as you pass by it, before emerging once more and handing you a bouquet of crimson carnations and white roses with a cheshire cat smile on his face.
“Your wedding bouquet,” he says.
“Oh, Satoru, they’re beautiful,” you muse, allowing your nose to absorb their earthy scent. “Thank you.”
You tug him by the hand that’s woven with yours, pulling him down to plant a kiss upon his cheek.
The next stop is a jewellery store, and you yelp as Satoru pulls you inside with him this time.
“Pick whatever ring you like, baby,” he tells you as you stand before the glass case where thousands of crystals glimmer back at you, splayed out on a bed of white. “Just to wear until you pick your actual one.”
Blood warms your face. It’s not meant to be a brag. Even if he didn’t have generations of wealth in his bank account, he’d buy you as many rings as you wanted until you found the perfect one. For you, he would find a way.
Your eyes wander over every diamond, over gold and silver and platinum, and it’s not long at all before they all start to look the same. Not wanting to spend your entire wedding day inside a jewellery store, you land on a simple diamond-studded silver band and point it out to Satoru.
“That one?” he asks.
You nod, a satisfied smile making your lips curl.
Satoru flags down the jeweller, a thin woman with shiny skin, requesting the ring you want. She tells him each of the five diamonds weighs 0.2 carats, making the ring a total of one carat, as if it’ll make a difference to either of you. He doesn’t ask her for the price, but she tells him it’s 550,000 yen—practically theft for someone from the Gojo clan.
After picking out a matching plain silver band for himself, you and Satoru leave the store and continue strolling through the city. To everyone else, you look like no more than an enamoured couple like the millions of others in Tokyo, and while a part of Satoru feels like he wants to wander up to random strangers to brag to them that you’re his wife, another part cherishes this little secret between you two.
From the day he was born, Satoru Gojo’s wedding was to be a grand affair. Sorcerers from far and wide would gather to witness the expansion of the Gojo clan. It was to be a several day-long event, planned intricately by the higher ups without room for any say from the bride and groom. Satoru did not want that—not for himself, but especially not for you.
Now he laughs as he imagines the higher ups’ faces when they realise he has not only married but eloped behind their backs. Though he thinks he’ll keep his left hand in his pocket the next few times he pays them a visit, at least for a few weeks.
“What?” you ask. His grin spreads from his face to yours.
“Nothing. Are you hungry?”
“Ugh, yes,” you say. Suddenly your empty stomach becomes even emptier, howling agonisingly loudly.
“Sushi Go?”
“Please.”
The nearest one is ten minutes away. When you get there, you sit in a booth next to the conveyor belt, with Satoru insisting on shoving himself into the seat next to you rather than across from you. As soon as his heat radiates into you, however, you feel like melting into him.
After ordering almost the entire menu despite your scolding, Satoru finds the ring boxes and pulls them out of the ribbon-tied bag from the jeweller. He takes your left hand, gently, as though you’re made of glass, and slides the glittering ring onto your fourth finger. He brings it to his lips, then his velvety lips kiss just above where the ring rests.
“Beautiful,” he says. He’s looking at your eyes, not the ring.
You twist it around your finger, lungs empty as it catches every ray of light that comes its way and tosses it back at your eyes.
“It’s a little big, but I love it.”
“I’ll get you the perfect one, don’t worry,” he says. “To make up for no engagement ring.”
“You make me sound so materialistic,” you quip, taking his hand into yours and slipping the matching silver band onto his bony finger.
“Just spoiled,” he corrects.
You narrow your eyes at him, but it turns into hearts not a moment later. He makes it impossible.
“I love you, Satoru Gojo,” you say, holding up your hands as you lace your fingers together with his.
“I love you,” he says, and the smug, cocky front vanishes, and he bares himself, his true self, to you. “More than anything in this world. I’m gonna prove it to you every single day from now on.”
Your giggle is drenched in fondness. “You already do that.”
“Then I’ll do it even better. This is a promise of that,” he says, thumb stroking over the ring he put on your finger.
His eyes don’t hold an ounce of hesitation, of questioning, of doubt. Only truth.
Your food arrives, and you wish you could say you feel bad about how overtly gross you and Satoru are being, feeding sushi rolls to each other with twinkling eyes, but everything inside you is screaming with euphoria that you can’t bring yourself to care.
You wipe a drop of soy sauce from the corner of his lips, and he stares at you like you put the sun and the stars and the moon in the sky.
Not to your surprise, you and Satoru don’t finish all of the food he ordered. One of the waiters offers to box up the leftovers, then returns with two paper bags and hands them to your husband, whose unoccupied hand takes yours once more.
He decides he wants to take you to the park. He’s not sure why. It just feels right, and all you want is to spend time with him, so you tell him the park sounds perfect. It’s only another fifteen minute walk, anyway.
When you get there, the emerald lawns are teeming with families, couples, friends. Children run as if they can fly, dogs chase after tennis balls like it is their life mission. Satoru whisks you away from it all however, taking you into the trees.
Nestled amongst the Japanese chinquapin and zelkovas, a cherry blossom spreads its branches out like arms, its blossoms like pink fingertips that flutter as the wind swims through them. Satoru sinks into the cushion of grass at the base of the tree, leaning his broad back against the trunk. Like a cat, you find your way into his lap and rest your head upon his chest, next to his heart. The way his arms wrap around you is instinct.
Sparrows and finches flit about the branches, dancing as they move from one tree to another. Two turtle doves perch together, huddling into the other even though the air is warm.
Even if you and Satoru do not stay bound together in this life, if death takes you or him early, one thing you know for certain—you’ll find him again in another life. Right now, however, you have him in this life, and nothing else matters.
dedicated to @ushiwhacka and @tetsuskei <3 i love u both
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x you#gojo fanfic#gojo imagine#gojo satoru fanfic#gojo satoru imagine#jjk x reader#jjk imagine#jjk fanfic#jjk x you#꒰ lovers. ꒱ — gojo
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don’t shut me out
pairing: jordan li x f!reader
wc: 750
a/n: i combined the two requests bc they felt kinda similar but i hope you guys enjoy <3
(NOTE: your super power is the ability to transform into any animal you want)
you stared at the last message you sent jordan.
to j 💗
i miss u. text me when u see this pls
you had sent that text at 8 pm last night and it was almost noon the next day and you still hadn't heard back from them. sighing deeply, you locked your phone, stuffing it in to your backpack.
is it me? did i do something? you thought.
it might seem over the top reacting this way but jordan is so communicative especially at night so it was off brand for them to go ghost like this. you were going through the different possibilities in your head as walked the god u campus to get to your next class, you had almost missed your friend calling your name.
“hey, y/n!”
you looked up and saw cate beckoning you over to a table she’s at with andre.
“hey guys,” you said with no excitement which the blonde found weird.
“did your cat die or something? what’s up?” she asked patting the seat in between her and andre.
you huffed and set your bag on the table and your head on andre’s shoulder.
“okay this is gonna sound so stupid but i’ve been texting jordan all night and all morning today and i haven’t heard so much as a peep from them. i know the messages are going through, i just don't know why they're ignoring me”
“oh y/n. you haven’t heard,” andre begins. ”jordan’s parents are in town. we don’t know much about them but we know they are jordan’s least favourite topic.”
“i mean they’ve told me the basics but…” you trail off.
if their parents are in town then that explain why they’ve been so hard to reach. jordan's parents have never understood them and always made them feel ashamed of their powers which is ridiculous because they are ones who’ve injected their kid with compound V.
"guys i’ve got to go,” you said grabbing your bags and transforming into an eagle, flying off to jordan's student accommodation.
you knock rapidly on your partner’s door, once you arrived. “jordan, open up!”
silence.
you grabbed your vphone out of your bag and checked the “find my” app. “i can literally see that you’re in there so either you open this door and let me in or i turn into a snake and slither in… your choice.”
you hear some metal clanging and something unlocked and in a second you were faced with your gorgeous significant other who looked like they have been crying their eyes out.
no words needed to be said between you before you dropped your bag and pulled them into your arms, rocking them side to side.
you let a few moments pass before you spoke. “why didn't you just tell me?”
“i’m sorry,” they said pulling away. “i fall into this pit of self hatred when my parents come around.”
you guided them to the bed and played with their fingers as you shared your thoughts. “you know i thought you were ignoring cause i might've done something to piss you off or something…”
“no, baby” they whispered. “it’s not you. like at all. it’s them. they… they’ve never accepted my full powers. the girl version anyway. to my parents, i’m their golden boy and nothing else. i came to god u and swore that i would never feel ashamed of myself and would never be forced to choose one gender like my parents desperately want.”
“that’s a lot to carry by yourself, jord,” you move their short black bob out of their face and tuck it behind their ear. “i’m here if you ever need to talk. about any of it.”
“i know,” they smiled softly.
“and for what it’s worth i like…all of you,” you confessed which made jordan put on their sexy grin that you fell for.
“is that right? and which parts of me do you like?” they asked switching to their male form and placing you on their lap.
“hmm now that i think about it, i actually can’t remember,” you stroked your chin jokingly.
“how about i make you remember?” they replied, capturing your lips in an over due kiss. you breathe them in as you run your hands through their short hair.
you pulled away still holding their face in your hands. “promise to tell me when things bother you, big or small okay? i don’t want you to shut me out.”
jordan nodded, whispering, “i promise,” before kissing you once more.
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THE OTHER WOMAN -
[ ot7 x reader ]
tan 😰
8 participants - 8 online
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tae: why did the the whole world get to see where yoongi’s tattoo was before me
jk: rumour has it that he doesn’t like you
yoongi: i do not like you
tae: it’s not good to believe all rumours jungkook
jk: ur right sorry
yoongi: i said i do not like you
tae: who are you taking to???
yoongi: nvm bye
y/n: how did you not know where the tattoo was??
tae: he didn’t tell me?
yoongi: you never asked
tae: i shouldn’t have to ask
yoongi: shut the fuck up
jimin: omg???
hobi: by newjeans?
y/n: anyways i need advice
hobi: by taemin?
jimin: WHERE?????????????????
y/n: but i need you all not to be weird about it
tae: daddy is here 4 u
namjoon: tae wtf
jin: clearly that’s asking a lot
jk: i’m a great advice giver
yoongi: you have never given advice in ur life
jimin: why would we be weird about it?
y/n: i’m going on a date
jk: WHAT
yoongi: oh?
jin: finally
jimin: congrats
tae: no ur not wtf
hobi: okayyyyyy
namjoon: nice!
jimin: stop talking like that
namjoon: who?
jimin: NiCe 🤓👍🏻
hobi: aju nice?
namjoon: i don’t see the issue
jimin: never say that shit again
jk: IS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE
tae: i rebuke this devil
hobi: devil by the window by txt
jin: IT’S WITH MINGYU ISN’T IT OH MY GOD IM SO SMART THATS WHY HES BEEN AROUND SO MUCH OH MY GOD
jimin: that’s crazy jungkook isn’t he ur bff
jk: SHE NEVER SAID IT WAS WITH HIM DONT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ
tae: guys it’s time i fess up
it’s me
y/n: never lie like that again
tae: don’t tell me it’s actually that rat
y/n: rat???
jimin: it’s so him omg
hobi: aju nice fr wow
jk: SAY THIS IS A JOKE OH MG GOD PLS PLS LLS PLS PLS
y/n: it’s a joke
jk: see lol knew it lol that was so funny my goddddd loll WOW LOL UR SO FUNNY OHBMY GODDD😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
tae: mingyu kills people he’s a real bad guy trust me
y/n: maybe i’m into that
jin: omg she’s a freak guys
that’s kinda hot
hmu when ur done with him lol
yoongi: get a grip
jk: I NEED A CIGARETTE
jimin: ew
hobi: smoking kills!!!
namjoon: what did you need advice about anyways?
jk: MY ADVICE IS DONT GO
y/n: doesn’t matter
i realised that asking you guys for advice is the worst idea i’ve ever had
tae: i say you take all his money then shoot him
jimin: tae are you still broke be honest
tae: shut the fuck up???
jimin: get ur money the fuck up???
namjoon: enough
hobi: that was so elsa of you joon
enough anna I SAID ENOUGH🫸🏻❄️👩🏼🦰➡️🥶
yoongi: what
hobi: i think i’m depressed
y/n: i’ll kiss it better
tae: WHORE??????
HELLOOOOOO
SOMEONE TELL MINGYU THE DATE IS CANCELLED
CUT THE CAMERAS BLOCK HIS NUMBER SHOOT HIM UP
jin: ur severely troubled
jk: tbis is what heart break feljsl like….
jimin: he’s drunk already???
jk: the other womajn 💔
hobi: mingyu is a man
jk: *tjhw otjker maynne 💔
jimin: jungkook is bilingual since when??
hobi: what language was that?
y/n: jungkook are you crying???
jk: njever?????
yoongi: ur gross
tae: real men cry
and then shoot up other men called mingyu
right jungkook???
jk: iwnag to killl nyself
y/n: i won’t go
yoongi: wtf no?
y/n: you want me to go??
yoongi: that’s not what i said
jin: he’s upset that ur gonna cancel on mingyu for jungkook and not him
wow i’m just on a roll today
tae: what about me
hobi: what about you???
tae: if you want to fight just say that
i’m ready
hobi: i want you gone
tae: in what context?
hobi: life????
jimin: AWOMANNNNNNN
namjoon: guys if we were actually nice to each other everyone could actually be happy in life
tae: i wish nothing but the worst for you
hobi: that would upset adele
jimin: who????
hobi: i wish nothing but the best for youuuuuuuuuuuuuu
jimin: ???
hobi: kys
jimin: wtf
hobi: sorry the voices take over sometimes
y/n: taes schizophrenia takes another victim yet again
tae: my what?
y/n: i’m a born singer 💜💜💜
yoongi: are you really not going because of jungkook??
y/n: oh
ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
jk: ple😰😭😕😢
jimin: i say go
fuck yoongi fuck jungkook and definitely fuck tae!
tae: i would NEVER sleep with you
jimin: ur actually the dumbest person i’ve met
yoongi: she’s done that already
tae: ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
jk: NONONONONINONONONONONONI
hobi: sighs when will we see peace in the gc?
y/n: you did not just type “sighs”
hobi: sighs again i did and ur gonna deal with it
y/n: you make me heave
hobi: sighs for the last time boys heave when they talk to you
i’m heaving!
jin: tf is wrong with hoseok today??
hobi: the voices
yoongi: are you avoiding my question
tae: no?
yoongi: i am not taking to you
tae: ok make that clear next time wtf
yoongi: why would i ever need to talk to you???
tae: i think yoongi’s on his period guys
namjoon: you are actually asking to get beat up tae
and i am not helping you this time
tae: literally came out the womb swinging try me bitch
jk: i’m sjookso sad i can’t take thjids sigk lifeanymore
jimin: me when i’m illiterate and ugly
jk: i’m not ugly
jimin: so now you can spell?
jin: you must be ugly cuz how tf the girl you been chasing ur whole life going on a date with your best friend she’s known for like a few months 💀💀
y/n: i’ve known mingyu for way more than a few months what the hell
jk: OH MY GEJDOEENEJEJJEJE
GOADFAFDDDFFGAGAGAHSAHAJSJSHSSJSJZJSJSJSSJXHSJZJZHahjsshyshzgzhzhzhzhzhzzhHhaHzhzhzhzhzhBHbahababahzhshzhshshshshshshsgzhshshshshshshshshzzhshhzhhsh!/.£))/)/)/)>\>\>\\>\>>)/)/)6/)-71£-/).)/)/))/)/£..£
namjoon: he’ll get over it
jk: KILL MESHSJJSJSJSJSJSDJJSJEJEJEJDJJDJDJDJCNNDNDNDNDNDNDNDNDN/£:£:££:!:!;£;!;£:£;£;!;!;!;£;!;£;£,!,’xnznn-&2&2873&:&:&2&:&&2&:&&:/&£2&2&2&/&/£:£:£:!.!!,!!,!,!!!!!!!!!najsjsjsjsjjsjdjdjdjjdjjj&&.£££.£:!!.’dnsndjsjsjdidjdisiwjsjsjsjakxkxkjjdjdjdjjxjdjxj
namjoon: i hope
hobi: jhope?
jin: this is real sad i’m just saying
tae: tell me about it
ik ur going out with mingyu out of pity but you can’t give a guy false hope like
that yk?
jin: why in ur right mind would you ever think i’m agreeing with YOU?
tae: excuse me??
be on the right side of history jin
jimin: you should of died at birth or something
tae: i told you i came out swinging there is no way death could of taken me
i’m above it
y/n: ur above death?
tae: yeah why???
u think it’s hot?
jk: weLL IM NOT ABOVE IT AT ALL AND IM ABOUT TO KMS
jimin: thank god
yoongi: get a fucking grip
tae: yoongi square up
yoongi: fuck off
tae: you all witnessed it yoongi backed down
he shook in fear as the mighty kim taehyung raised his fist in rage
hobi: i feel empty
y/n: hobi are you ok?
hobi: are we about to kiss rn?
tae: TELL MINGYU AGAIN
GET THE SS
THIS ISNT ON
sHES A SLUTTTT
namjoon: tae shut up
like actually
tae: :(
jk: NAMJOON TELL HER
jimin: here we go
namjoon: ???
jk: PUT UR FOOT DOWN AS LEADER
SHE CANT GO TELL HER
NO DATING UNTIL SHES 30
namjoon: she’s a grown woman she can do what she wants
hobi: namjoon feminist president
jin: real
jk: UR NO LONGER COOL
AND U SHOULD OF NEVRF BEEN OUR LEADER
YOU LACK LEADERSHIP SKILLS
AND UR BALD NOW
FOR SOME REASON
U NASTY BALD MAN
I HATE YOU I HATE YOUUUUUUUUSHHSJDNX
y/n: i felt bad
but now i no longer do
i’m going
jimin: feminism on the riseeeee
kill all men!!!
hobi: ur a man?
jin: barely
jimin: do not fucking start with me you old hag
jin: OLD HAG???
jimin: YEAH GLAD YOU CAN READ
namjoon: sighs
hobi: it really frees ur emotions doesn’t it joon?
namjoon: yeah
sighs
jin: DONT BE MAD CUZ UR SCRAPING 5’4
jimin: EXCUSE ME???????
tae: i blame mingyu for all of this
yoongi: do you ever shut the fuck up???
tae: i was quite for a whole 5 minutes?
namjoon: sighs
jk: SO UR TELLING ME SHES GOING ON THJS DATE FOR REAL LIKE NO JOKE REAL LIFE??????????
hobi: wish i was super tuna jin rn
y/n: you guys are like bugs no matter how many times i step on you
you don’t die
namjoon: SIGHS
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MY SWEET WRITER PLS DO ME FAVOUR OF A DARKLING AND FEM READER CARRIAGE SMUT .
I need the desperation factor where they couldn’t even wait to get back to the little palace . In other terms extremely h o r n e y reader and darkling .
i hope u like and choose to write this if not it’s completely ok
thank u and stay safe u beautiful mind
this is just… somewhat plotless ;) IF U FEEL ME. all my work is done at 3 am so i apologize for the mediocrity. also this is literally just … porn with a slight plot. no other way to describe it. pls don’t interact unless ur 18+.
warnings: NSFW CONTENT. it’s literally just smut. it’s all just smut. smut under the cut just go away if ur a child
word count: 1.7k
Desperate (aleksander morozova x fem!reader)
The ride back to Os Alta was painfully long. You sat across from your husband and kept your eyes on his. His stare was heated and your fingers itched to reach for him. This was probably the most time you’d spent with him in the last few weeks because of his duties with the Second Army, and you wanted him. In any way that you could have him.
You sat sandwiched between Feydor and Ivan who were bored and looking out the window. Aleksander’s eyes were wide and he was staring at you with a type of desire that made you press your thighs together underneath your dress.
Of course, you still had hours to go before you reached the capital. Though, you weren’t sure you could make it. And by the look on your husband’s face, you could tell he was thinking the exact same thing.
“Ivan. Feydor.”
Both men turned their heads towards your husband as he spoke their names, and you bit your lip.
“Get out.” Aleksander commanded sharply. His voice had a sharp edge to it and Ivan raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
“What do you mean?” He asked incredulously.
“What do I mean? I mean get out of this carriage immediately and ride a horse or something. Walk for all I care. Just get out.” He breathed.
Ivan looked at him and then looked at you, seemingly not understanding what was going on. But he tapped the back of the carriage a few times hard and it came to a stop. When it stopped, he and Feydor climbed out and left the two of you alone. Your eyes once again met your husband’s and he unblinkingly stared back at you as the carriage lurched forward again.
You couldn’t help your next action, because before you knew what you were doing, you had pushed yourself off of the seat across from him and threw yourself across the gap keeping you two apart. His hands received your clumsily tossed body with grace and reassurance, catching you by your waist. He tugged you onto his lap as comfortably as he could and lifted your skirts hurriedly, pushing them up to your knees so that you could easily straddle his lap.
“You are never coming with me to camp again, do you understand me? You’re such a terrible temptation.” Aleksander groaned as you leaned forward to pepper sloppy kisses all over his neck.
You only gave a hum in reply, rolling your hips down against his just once. He groaned and reached up behind you to grab a handful of your hair as gently as he could. He pulled your head away from his neck and brought you up to press a needy kiss to your lips. The desperation shared between your lips tasted delicious on your tongue and you let out a moan into his mouth. His fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled you closer, his nose pressing against yours as he kissed you. When the two of you had a desperate need for air, he pulled away from you, leaving you gasping and starving for him.
His forehead laid upon yours and his jaw tightened as he held the back of your head with his free hand, “I’ve needed you so badly.” He grumbled, leaning forward to peck your lips a few times.
“Just as I’ve needed you.” You managed to whisper out as you rolled your hips down against his again.
He tipped his head backwards and closed his eyes with a quiet groan and he reached down to grab your waist with both of his hands, “Don’t be a tease.” He hummed, clicking his tongue.
“Then touch me.” You pleaded and leaned your head down to rest against his shoulder.
He wasted no time in pushing the hem of your dress up to your thighs and he slipped his hands underneath your skirts. He gripped your thighs tightly and pushed your legs apart and you took note of the wetness that pooled between your thighs. You bit down on your bottom lip and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a quiet whine.
“Aleksander, please.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his skin.
You swore you heard him growl quietly and he pushed your underwear aside swiftly.
“You’re already so wet. Is that for me?” He asked cockily and you let out a little huff and rolled your hips forward.
“No. Answer me.” He commanded sharply as he dragged the tip of his middle finger up your folds.
You shivered deliciously and nodded once, face still pressed against his neck, “Yes. Always.” You breathed, and were instantly rewarded with his middle finger sliding inside of you slowly. You reached up and gripped his upper arms near his shoulders and you let out a quiet, relieved huff of air as he slowly curled his finger inside of you.
He was wasting absolutely no time though, because before you could comprehend the first finger, he was sliding a second into you with ease. Normally, he’d take his time with you but you suspected his patience had been thrown to the wind with the way he’d started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a moderate pace. A moan fell from your lips and you pulled your head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes.
You stared up into his lust-darkened eyes and bit down on your bottom lip just a bit. Your cheeks heated up a bit under his gaze and you leaned in to lay your forehead against his. A little, lazy grin formed on his lips and he moved his fingers a bit faster, leaving you whimpering his name quietly.
A few moments of this had you close to your climax and you reached up to cup his cheeks. You leaned in to kiss him heatedly, but he pulled back after just a couple of seconds and he shook his head, feeling you tighten around his fingers.
“No. Not yet. I want you to cum on my cock.” He growled and quickly pulled his fingers out of your cunt.
You gasped in shock and opened your mouth to protest but he was faster than you. He silenced you before you could speak by sliding his pointer and middle fingers into your mouth. He raised his eyebrows at you as if to egg you on and you wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked them clean, enjoying the taste of yourself on his skin. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and you hurriedly reached down between your bodies and unfastened his belt and undid his pants. You reached down into his pants and gently freed his nearly completely hard cock. He groaned quietly at your touch and you wrapped your fingers around him, slowly stroking him.
The sound that came out of his mouth was heavenly, even more so the second time he moaned, because it was in the form of your name. You smiled, pleased with yourself, and you continued to stroke his cock until his hand was around your wrist and he was stopping you.
“Stop. I need to be inside of you.” He breathed and adjusted you in his lap just a bit for comfort. He reached between the two of you and positioned himself at your entrance, his tip brushing against your folds, slick with your arousal. You were ready to whine and tell him to not be a tease before he wordlessly lifted you just a bit and lowered you down onto his cock. The movement had you gasping and you reached up to grab onto his shoulders while you adjusted to his size and sunk down onto him entirely. You flickered your gaze up to his and he gave you one quick smile before he grasped your waist and held you up while he set a rapid pace with his hips. You let out a loud moan that resembled his name somewhat and you tossed your head backwards, moving your hips with his, in time with his thrusts.
It was likely the most unceremonious and rushed sex you’d ever had with your husband. Normally Aleksander took his time with you, made you beg and plead before he finally gave in and fucked you. Not now. The desperation between the two of you was palpable.
You let out a soft whine and began to lift and drop your hips in time with his movements, holding onto his shoulders for rapport. He swore loudly and reached up with one hand to grab a handful of hair from the back of your head.
“Fuck. I love you.” He growled and then pulled your head backwards with your hair. He lowered his lips down onto your throat and he flicked his tongue against your skin, “Such a good girl for me.” He mumbled, his voice making your skin vibrate.
His free hand made its way between the two of you and he pressed his thumb down against your clit, rolling it in slow circles. You let out a cry and rolled your hips into his touch as you continued to bounce on his lap, meeting his hurried thrusts. You moaned out his name as you chased your orgasm, feeling it build up quickly inside of you once more.
“I’m so close, Aleksander.” You whimpered, tightening your hold on his shoulders.
“Do it. Cum.” He commanded through labored breaths against your neck.
It didn’t take long for your climax to make you see white and you let out a gasp before you moaned his name, your head lolling backwards. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you heard your husband moan in tandem with you and you felt his release just after your own.
The two of you sat in silence for a long time trying to catch your breaths and come back down from your highs, Aleksander’s thumb lazily still moving around your clit. Finally, he moved his hand away from you and he wrapped both of his arms around you and pulled you down against his chest.
“I’d like to say we were discreet but I reckon we are going to catch hell for this from Ivan and Feydor.” He mumbled, resting his cheek against your shoulder.
You laughed and then shrugged, reaching up to run your fingers through his tousled hair.
“It was worth all the hell in the world.”
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Hi, how are you ?
I hope you are doing well and hydrated
How do you think madara, shisui and Itachi would react if the reader announced that she was pregnant? How would they handle pregnancy hormones and cravings and when the reader goes in labour?
If you want to you can delete this ask since I think this was highly specific and I asked too much of you
Lots of love from your random follower who loves the way you write
pregnancy
[🗼] hii guys if you could support me with some manga caps of the uchiha pls I feel like I’ve used the same ones for a long time thank u 🫶🏻🫶🏻
characters: madara uchiha; shisui uchiha; Itachi uchiha
genre: sfw;
warnings: fem!reader;
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-madara is proud greatly, sooner or later you had to be pregnant with his children and he can't simply feel more excited
-deep inside him, he is a little scared of what can come along the journey of pregnancy, so when you announced you were having his baby he planned a whole list of what to expect
-those are the sweetest and kindest months of his life, he is very abrupt with anyone else but with you he has always been a lot softer
-so now that you are carrying his child and that you may be a lot more sensitive, he had to always think before speaking to you
-madara is very helpful of course, even though he has the weight of his clan on his shoulders, he always tries to make time for you. he doesn't want to miss any day of your pregnancy
-very taken aback and offended when you have your sudden mood changes lmao if you are suddenly screaming at him, a part of him wants to argue back, but he knows that's just foolish
-he is there for you all the time, even when he is not present, he will have always a trusted person at your service at all times. if that person misses just a bit, they are banned lmaoo
-he doesn't hide his faces when hearing your weird food cravings, he gets them for you, but he is telling you honestly how disgusting your tastes have gotten
-the week before going into labor, he doesn't work or he is working from home. he told his counselors that you are giving birth anytime soon and that he will be unavailable, that's it, he didn't even wait for a response
-at the day, he is always by your side, yelling and cursing at people for moving too slowly. if you are uncomfortable, he will reprimand the people who are in turn haha
-his heart will stop racing the moment he sees you with the new uchiha baby in your arms, he is afraid to touch the baby, not wanting to hurt his own child, but when he finally does, he can't simply ask for a better thing
-the moment you announced the news, shisui actually screamed hahah
-you have been trying for a child for a while now, so these were shocking news for this young gentleman
-a part of him doesn't feel ready yet, he feels that he may fail as a father and a family man, but he disregards those thoughts quickly, his full focus on you now
-he asks the current hokage to free him from his jounin duties and just give him short, simple missions so he can be near you if you need him
-itachi becomes your immediate maid when shisui isn't with you. shisui asked him kindly if he could watch over you and of course itachi knows this is such an important moment for the both of you
-shisui is very versatile and he can read you so easily, so your intense moods are expected by him, he tries to do his best and not disturb you more
-he is very good of course, shisui never misses. he plays manages to make you feel a lot better. and if some day you are upset with him, shisui does his magic and at the end of the day, you are back in your bed being spooned by him
-during the first months of your pregnancy, shisui goes to mikoto and fugaku for some advices, he hasn't done anything bad but he wants to be fully prepared
-he does too many extra things because he feels insecure, unsure that he can't be the father your children deserve aww
-your food cravings don't really gross him out, but he can't have a straight face when you ask for one, his expressions always make you laugh, his whole aura lightening you up
-shisui is simply wonderful while you are pregnant. he feels excited with just the idea that you are carrying his child, wow he can't still assimilate that
-every night you get free belly rubs, he is always willing to feel your belly grow each day, there isn't one day he doesn't rub his hands tenderly along your waist
-right before the baby is about to be born, shisui is talking to your belly, as if he were talking to his child. he has full conversations and will look at you offended if you interrupt him and his baby
-when you are in labor, shisui is there to calm you down with his hands, caressing all your swollen areas while holding your hand. he has high pain tolerance, so he doesn't flinch when you grip his hand tightly
-cries when his baby cries, and when you have his child in your arms, he asks itachi to take a picture of his small family
-this is everything itachi ever wanted
-his face doesn't change a lot except for his soft grin and his tender gaze, but he is actually shitting himself
-he commits himself to never leave your side. you won't have a bad day with itachi because he is doing everything in his power for you to have a healthy pregnancy
-of course he knows there will be rough times when you won't even want to talk to him, and he is heartbroken, but he knows all of this is for a beautiful ending
-mikoto is there for you too, along with sasuke, and fugaku !! itachi's whole family is more than ready to support you
-when itachi isn't with you, any of those three will be there. mikoto is usually the one who stays the most, advising you with all the pregnancy. she loves you each day more and is glad that his son found a great woman
-during your first outburst, itachi felt so down, he actually wanted to cry from seeing you in such state; he was mentally getting prepared for the day you were going to give birth because he wasn't ready to see you suffer so much just to give him a child
-he tells you every night how much you mean to him and how thankful he is that you are carrying his child. he is very touchy and clingy during night and is always ready and awake if you need something midnight
-itachi can cook any meal, but some of you cravings weird him out actually. he tried not to make you feel bad, but sometimes he couldn't help the "what" that came out without thinking
-your new big tits full of milk make itachi fluster so bad !! haha he feels ashamed of even thinking about you like that but he can't help it ok,,, he loved your boobies before and now that they are full and so soft with his baby's food,,, he will ask to touch them every tuesday
-if you ask for foot massages, itachi is there to do them, even bath you if you want. seriously a part of him just wants to tell you to stop doing anything, he is doing it for you ok you have already done so much by just carrying his child
-at the day of labor, itachi is so nervous. he wants this day to be prefect and he won't allow anyone to ruin it. he can be blunt and mean if he wants to and he won't hesitate to tell people off when they aren't doing their jobs correctly
-while you are giving birth, he offers you his hand, it hurt like shit but he lets it pass. he is actually shocked with how much strength you have and how strong you are for giving birth to a whole human being. itachi respects you 10x more now
-with his baby now on your arms, itachi can rest now, however a new life will now depend on him and he is more than ready to start this new chapter of your lives with the best woman along his side
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Pretty Girl III
a/n: okay, here is part 3. so sorry it took so long. pls tell me what u guys think. I've been so nervous to post this
w/c: 3.2k
pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
summary: Dustin wouldn't shut up about the pretty girl that joined hellfire to sub for Lucas, when Steve met her he understood why. and now they're on their first date
warnings: none tbh, idk if i even cursed but jic maybe curse words, fluff, tons and tons of fluff
!!!PART 1!!! !!!PART 2!!!
Steve Harrington was officially done for. Completely hopeless. After the movie at his place, he could not stop thinking about you. He didn’t spare any time thinking about anything other than your pretty smile and your pretty eyes and your pretty hand in his. Which obviously prompted Robin’s nonstop teasing.
The movie night had been a success, when it ended, he begrudgingly played chauffeur for everyone. Steve complained about driving everyone around all the time, but he genuinely didn’t mind it. In fact, he kind of loved it. He liked feeling needed. He would never admit it to Robin and the rest of the arrogant little pests. He had enough with the teasing about you, he wasn’t going to willingly give them any more ammunition.
On the drive to everyone’s homes he was thinking of a thousand ways to ask you on a proper date, but in the end, Dustin insisted on being dropped off last, claiming to have something really important to talk to Steve about. When the little moron started talking about this ‘very important’ thing, Steve felt like he was going to combust.
“You totally like (y/n) right?”
“Henderson, this better not be what you wanted to talk about.”
“What? This is important information. I could help you ask her on a date.”
Steve punched him on the shoulder. “I was going to, dickhead! When I finished dropping you and Robin off.”
Dustin felt so dumb when it finally clicked in his head. He totally cock-blocked his friend and he was going to find a way to fix it. And so there Steve was. Parked outside of Hawkins High, leaning on the hood of his car. The sun was setting behind the school, painting the sky several shades of orange and pink. The brisk summer breeze rustling some leaves.
Dustin’s idea was to have Steve pick him up from Hellfire in order to create a casual ‘accidental’ meet up. He kept telling Steve to trust him, arguing that he was a far better wing-man than Robin.
Steve had his arms crossed, digging the heel of his shoe into the dirt when he heard your giggle. You were walking out of the school with Dustin and Eddie. He was almost mad at how fast his face warmed just looking at you. You were so radiant you even made the Hellfire Club shirt look nice.
“Oh Steve! I totally forgot you were picking me up!” Dustin was speaking way too loudly and it made Steve roll his eyes. This kid was the worst actor in the world. The curly haired boy grabbed your hand and dragged you towards Steve’s BMW. “Look, (y/n). It’s Steve!” When you were two feet away from him, Dustin began to start yelling again. “Oh no, I forgot something back in the room. I must go retrieve that.” He turned around, walking away without another word.
You and Steve looked at each other for a moment before you both started laughing.
“I’m sorry.” Steve shook his head. “Clearly this was a set up. I just wanted to see you again, and I didn’t think Henderson would be such a bad liar.”
“You wanted to see me again?” You whispered, voice coy.
Steve felt like he was malfunctioning. There was no way one person could be so adorable without even trying. “Yeah, of course. I’ve got to tell you; I’m still finding potato chip crumbs around my kitchen.” He chuckled, trying to play it a little cooler.
You put your hands up to your face immediately, trying your best to hide the embarrassment from him. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry.”
“No, no, I’m kidding.” He gently grabbed your wrist and lowered your hands from your face. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me.” His hand slid down to get a hold of yours. Steve thought about how your hand felt like it was made to fit in his and how he wished he’d never have to let it go. “Actually, umm, I wanted to ask you” Steve intertwined your fingers. “if you would maybe like to go on a date with me. Just you and me.”
You looked up at him doe eyed as your head spun, Steve’s words were candy sweet and it made it very hard to focus. He was unknowingly chipping away at your heart with every touch and keeping each piece for himself. Honestly, you didn’t care, the second you walked into Family Video your heart was his for the taking.
“Y-yes. I would love that.”
Steve rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, in an attempt to comfort you when he realized he was making you nervous. “We can go do whatever you want. Say anything and I’ll do it.” His eyes scanned over every one of your features.
Everyone knew Steve Harrington was a charismatic guy. I mean he wouldn’t have been dubbed King Steve without the charm. But nothing could prepare you for this. Your legs felt like jelly with every word he spoke.
“Actually, I’ve been wanting watch this new movie. Top Sun or something.”
“Top Gun?”
“Yeah! Top Gun. Some guys in Hellfire were talking about it.”
His smile was big and warm. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll pick you up at 8, okay?” He squeezed your hand before letting it go, immediately missing the feeling of it.
You nodded your head a little too enthusiastically. You stood there a moment, looking at him. It was now our never. You took a deep breath, stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. Without looking back, you sped walked to your bike.
You left Steve frozen. He felt a smile begin to spread on his face as he reached up to trace where your lips touched his cheek. Yeah, completely done for.
Apparently, Dustin had been watching the whole interaction from inside the school. When he saw you leave, he walked over to Steve and jumped up and down in front of him, giggling like a little kid.
“See! What’d I tell ya?” He was very pleased with his participation in – he insisted on naming the plan when he was briefing Steve – operation get the maiden. He was trying to help Steve but he was also trying to help you. Dustin didn’t know you super well but he thought you were one of the kindest people he had ever met. He thought you and Steve could really make each other happy and you both deserved that.
“Yeah, yeah, Henderson. Don’t get cocky.” He chuckled whilst he opened the car doors.
It was 7:56 PM and you were sat on the couch in your living room. You were trying really hard to keep your breathing leveled. This was your first formal date ever and it was with Steve fucking Harrington. You had never been more nervous in your life. Which is saying a lot because in the 3rd grade you had been in a school production of The Wizard of Oz and you were so nervous you puked all over the stage.
Steve wasn’t really doing any better. He had gone on hundreds of dates, especially recently; Heidi, Katy, Lisa, whatever. But this felt different, it felt real and as scary as that was, he was excited. He was standing outside your door, constantly looking down at his watch. He anxiously waited for it to hit 8, took a deep breath and knocked on your door.
The door swung open and when he saw you, he sucked in a breath. Steve couldn’t believe how lucky people were to have the chance to look at you, himself included. You were wearing this cute sundress; intricate flowers embroidered on the bodice, the skirt was the most flowy material he had ever seen, and the straps were made of pretty lace.
“Wow.” He mumbled under his breath. He just stared at you for a few seconds.
You looked down at your dress when he didn’t say anything else. “I wasn’t sure about the dress. I can change if you think it’s too much.”
“No!” He said entirely too quickly. “You’re like some sort of angel or something.” He was thinking out loud. Steve thought about how you looked like you had just walked out of a dream, delicate like a promise and pretty as the stars.
You smiled brightly up at him, your lips glossy. You took a proper look at Steve and couldn’t fathom how he liked you when he was literally the most beautiful man in the world. He was wearing blue jeans, god, never have jeans looked so good on a person. His cable knit sweater hugged his arms so nicely. He was, for lack of better of better words, hot and it made your face warm thinking about it.
With your bag on your shoulder, you stepped out of the house and locked the door. You made eye contact with Steve. “I’m ready then.”
He shook his head and told himself to focus. “Oh, yeah.” He was trying really hard not to stumble over his words. “Right, right. The movie starts in like 30 minutes so we should head out.” Steve walked ahead of you to the car, opening your door for you. If there was one thing, he was sure of, it was that he was going to be the most gentleman out of all the goddamn gentlemen out there. This date was going to be the best one you would ever have; he was going to make sure of it.
At the movie theater Steve walked with you to find some seats. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He came back with just about everything at the concession stand for you. Popcorn, soda, candy, nachos, the works. You saw him struggling with all the food in his arms. You tried to help him but he kept telling you he could do it, so you sat back down. He started handing you the food and he looked so happy you really didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t like popcorn.
“Thank you, Steve. I was starved.” You took a sip from your soda, offering him the straw when you were done.
Steve smiled. “No problem at all.” He leaned forward to where you were holding the cup and took a drink from your coke. It felt oddly intimate but in a way that somehow made sense.
Almost every seat in the theater was occupied by other people. There was a family sitting in front of you and a group of friends one seat to your right. It smelled so strongly of popcorn and although you weren’t a fan of it you knew that the smell will forever remind you of tonight and that was okay with you.
Steve was looking at the side of your face whilst the opening credits of the movie played on the screen. The music was loud enough for him to talk to you without bothering anyone. “So, how’s hellfire going?”
You turned your head towards him and started to whisper. “It’s so cool, I still don’t really know a ton but Eddie is an amazing storyteller, really. We can never guess where the story is going and trust me, we all try. Actually, last session my character, she’s an elf by the way, she almost died. I was so sure she would but Dustin helped-“ You cut yourself off, realizing you had been rambling. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I do that sometimes, the rambling thing. I just get kinda nervous. Next time I do it you can just tell me to shut up.”
Steve’s eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, I would never tell you to shut up, okay?” He puts his hand on top of yours. “I asked you a question ‘cause I wanted to hear your answer, pretty girl. I like listening to you.”
I like listening to you playing over and over in your head. No one had ever said that to you before. Growing up everyone around you chastised you for talking more than anyone really cared for. Constantly telling you that you would only make friends by being quiet. So naturally it made it hard to believe that anyone could care about what you had to say. Opting to just not talk to people unless spoken to and saying as little as possible when they did. But Steve liked listening to you and it made your heart feel like it was about to explode in your chest.
“Thank you.” You sheepishly mumbled, looking down at his hand atop yours and then meeting his gaze once more. The feeling blooming in your chest was foreign but nothing about it was scary. It registered in your head how long it had been since you started staring at him. “Oh, um, how long have you and Robin been friends?”
“Just about a year actually. We worked at Scoops Ahoy together last year, before-” He made an explosion gesture with his hands. “You know, my relationship with Robin is completely platonic. With a capital ‘P’ as she likes to put it.” He heard you giggle and pride bubbled inside him for eliciting that beautiful sound.
“I think I know that, considering she kept making jokes about us holding hands.”
“You’re right, I forget that she is the most annoying person in the world.”
You bumped his shoulder with yours. “You love her.”
“Yeah, unfortunately.” He sighed. “She’s my best friend, I think she’s actually the only best friend I’ve ever had.” He said like he had just realized it in that moment.
Both of you were too busy talking to really notice the people around you. You weren’t really talking too loud but clearly loud enough to upset some of them. The guy in front of you got up abruptly and started speed walked out of the room.
“What about Dustin?”
“He’s my little brother. All of those twerps are.” There was a smile on Steve’s face the second the kids were brought up. “They’re my found family, you know? Robin too.” It was true, he barely knew where his parents were or who they were anymore. When he was a kid, they would show up to sports events sometimes, but only to save face in front of all the other parents. Now he had people, people that cared for him, that helped him and he would do anything for them. “My parents were never really there for me growing up and I guess I’m happy to be able to be there for all of them.”
Before you could reply to him, the man who had basically run out of the room came back, a teenage boy in an employee vest following him. The boy made his way in front of you both and with an apologetic look on his face said. “There have been some complaints about you guys and I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”
You could feel everyone’s eyes on the both of you and it made you want to bury yourself alive. This was so embarrassing; it was like being scolded by a teacher in front of the entire class. Steve got up first, looking down at you. He could tell you were mortified and he felt awful. He reached out his hand for you to take, which you grabbed onto gratefully. Honestly, you were ashamed but the situation was so awkward it made you want to laugh so badly. You followed Steve out of the theater, trying your best not to laugh. The second you reached the lobby you fell into fits of giggles; Steve was watching you with an amused smile on his face. “You think this is funny, do you?”
“I’m sorry it’s not funny. I just…” You laughed out. “sometimes when I’m uncomfortable, I get so anxious I laugh.”
Steve chuckled as you began to settle down. He reached his arm over your shoulders and brought you closer to his side whilst you both walked outside. “You’re very cute, you know that?”
When you got to the car you both discussed what the next move would be now that the movies weren’t an option. You guys figured it would be a good idea to go somewhere you could talk without getting kicked out. Which is why you were sitting in Steve’s car in front of lover’s lake, paper bags full of greasy fast food in between the two of you. The crisp night air filtering through the open windows.
“You’re doing a good job, by the way. You know, taking care of Dustin and them.” You turned your body in the passenger seat to look at Steve as you spoke. “Dustin doesn’t stop talking about how cool you are, I think it kind of makes Eddie a little jealous.” You could see his face light up.
“Really? Sometimes I’m not so sure I’m doing too well.”
“You definitely are.”
Steve smiled. It felt nice to have his efforts recognized. He doesn’t do the things he does for the kids to be praised but the validation made him feel all warm and happy.
He grabbed a fry from one of the bags and dipped it into your vanilla shake. “Hey buster, you’re contaminating my shake.” You reached and took your shake from the cup holder in the middle console.
“Buster?” He snickered. “What are you? 40?” He grabbed another fry and tried to get into your cup but you moved it away. “C’mon. You don’t wanna share with me?” He pouted in attempt to sway you. And it worked. You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face, and held out your shake to him. simp behavior
The more you talked to Steve the more at ease you felt. You had never felt that comfortable with someone, you had gotten used to keeping people at arm’s length. It was funny, the more you did things you wouldn’t normally do the better the results.
Your gaze never left Steve’s face. “I forgot to tell you when you picked me up but you look very handsome tonight.”
“Oooooh you think I’m handsome?” He teased, a smirk on his face.
“Alright I take It back.”
“No no, you can’t do that. You totally think I’m handsome.”
You shook your head and smiled down at your lap. “You’re the worst.”
“Yeah, but I’m nice to look at.” He brought his hand under your chin and lifted your head back up. He tried to keep the dumb grin off his face but failed. Steve couldn’t look away, your eyes held something sweet and he couldn’t get enough. He had never been happier to have met one of Dustin’s nerdy friends. He slid his hand up to cradle your face, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, his voice like honey.
“Yes.” You whispered. Steve didn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours when he heard you consent. The kiss was soft, almost timid and the remnants of your lip gloss tasted like strawberries. He had thought about kissing you the whole night and now that he has, he was addicted to the feel of your lips on his.
Meanwhile all you could think about was how his lips were as soft as they looked. Your body was covered in goosebumps, this was your first real kiss and in your opinion, it really couldn’t have been more perfect. You felt his other hand move to hold the other side of your face. He smiled against your lips before he pulled away.
“So how handsome am I exactly, pretty girl?”
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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 8)
A/N: Can we talk about how cute this gif is pls he’s so adorable 🫶🏻
Synopsis: Yn realizes that Conrad still cares about her, i’m more ways then one.
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Conrad was always the protector. My protector. From the time we were little kids, and even till now.
When I was 14, this guy tried to hit on me at the pier. Susannah and Laurel were off with Belly, Jere and Steven getting ice cream inside. Conrad and me were waiting outside but Conrad went to use the bathroom.
This guy, who looked 16 or 17 came up to me and started talking to me. It was the weirdest thing ever.
“Hey, you new around here?” I didn’t know what to say to him because I was almost 15, but I didn’t think I looked like it.
“Uh, no.” I say quickly. He shakes his head and sits down next to me. I felt his shoulder touch mine, and I looked around to find Conrad but couldn’t.
“So, got any plans? We should totally hangout.”
No. no.
“Uh, actually i’m here with my family—”
“I’m sure they won’t mind.” He says it more forcefully and then grabs my wrist which makes me wince. Luckily, he got there in time.
Conrad grabbed the guy by the shirt and pushed him against a bench, people staring to stare.
“Don’t fucking touch her, ever.”
The guy laughed, “Oh i’m sorry, is this your girlfriend?”
Conrad then punched the guy. Like actually punched him and there was blood on his knuckles.
The guy then stood up and surrendered his hands, moving away from us and down the pier. Conrad immediately came over to me and sat close, while a soft look pulled over his face.
I had never seen him get so angry before. His hair had fallen in front of his face, and he looked hot. Very hot.
“Are you okay?” He says while checking my face with his hands for any injuries. I laugh and grab his hands, putting them to his sides.
“I’m fine. I should be asking if your okay?”
He shakes his head, “I’m fine. I’m sorry for leaving you. I promise, no one will touch you again.”
I nod and then when everyone came out, we acted like nothing happened. Ever.
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That next morning, I woke up really early. I grabbed my blue strip aviator nation jacket and some spandex. I opened my phone to see it was only 5:45am but I had 7 missed calls from Frankie.
Ugh. I can’t even.
There was also a couple of texts. I must have crashed early because I didn’t see these when I went to bed.
Fran: u little slut! when u wake up tell me what happened on Bells birthday.
Fran: r u dead?
I laugh as I read the texts but my face turns serious when I see another one.
Conrad: meet me by the beach tomorrow morning?
I immediately felt this rush. This wanting.
I tip toed my way downstairs and out the back door before walking to the beach. I let the cool air hit my face and then I saw Conrad laying on the sand.
I walked over to him, sitting down. He sat up in the sand and moved closer to me so that our shoulders were touching.
“Hey there.” He says through a half smile.
I nudge his shoulder a little bit before looking out at the water. “Conrad?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry about how I acted at the Marina.” I recall the events from yesterday, and Dean was not happy when he found out me and Sarah were high. He blamed it on Sarah though because it was her blunt.
He shrugs, “Nah it’s fine, i’ve been the ass this whole summer.”
Same old Conrad. Always taking the fall.
He was so much taller than me. Even when we were sitting in the sand. I wasn’t the tallest, in fact that’s all Steven would bully me about. How I was older than Belly but she was a little taller than me. Conrad was at least 6’1.
“So why’d you wanna meet?”
I saw Conrad fidget with his fingers, and I knew he was getting nervous. “Con?”
“Do you remember?” He blurts out. He doesn’t have to specify anything at all. Of course I know what he’s talking about.
“Con—”
“Do you?”
“Yes.” I answer sharp and quick hoping that this conversation can be done for.
“That’s all I wanted to know.”
Is he serious? That’s all he wanted to know? What the fuck.
I just shook my head and got up, walking back towards the house. I didn’t bother to see Conrad’s face when I left.
—
so you just left?!
I rolled my eyes as I listened to Frankie rant over the phone at how stupid I am. It was funny.
“Frankie, I’m not putting up with his bullshit anymore.”
don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t have to when I come down there for your birthday.
“absolutely not. that’ll make things worse.”
Then at least let me act like boys are obsessed with you at him, which there are. Atlas wont shut up about you.
Atlas is this hot football jock in our friend group who’s been obsessed with me. I’ve never felt it at all.
Before I can answer Belly comes in the room and I smile, “Okay gotta go Frankie.”
She goes to protest but I hang up.
Belly sighs, “Has she maybe talked to Taylor since she got back? We aren’t really speaking.”
I shrug, “Taylor and Frankie hate each other. I doubt it.”
Belly nods and we stand there in silence until I decide to break it. “We should do something.”
Belly’s face lights up which makes my heart warm, “We could go into town, maybe get some muffins before everyone gets up?” I then looked at my clock and it was 8:15. Almost two hours since I saw Conrad. I wondered where he was, even though I shouldn’t.
“Sounds perfect.” I say.
So here me and Belly were walking down the pier with ice cream in our hands. I had a strawberry and she had a chocolate. It was silent, but at least we were doing something.
Me and Belly were like sisters from birth. Luckily, John and my mother were always close growing up, which meant that we would hang out all the time. I even came up to the summer house when I was 3 and 4. So, I’ve basically been coming here the same amount.
We’ve told each other everything. I remember when I had my first kiss. I was 14 and it was late may, right before we went to cousins. Even though it was a dare, I was still freaking out.
“Belly!” I ran into her room. It was 11 at night and it was also 2 nights before we left for cousins.
“What?” She says through a groggy voice.
I jump onto her bed and pull her up straight. “I just had my first kiss.”
“WHAT?” Belly screams but I put my hand over her mouth and her words are muffled.
That night, we sat up talking for hours about crushes and first loves, but we never mentioned Conrad. I felt guilty, because Belly always loved Conrad, but I couldn’t lie.
So did I.
We were best friends, and I eventually realized it bothered Belly, the “invisible string” that Susannah had claimed was there with me and Conrad.
Maybe in a way, it’s better this way? I can get Belly back now that things are over with Conrad.
But then reality seeps in, and I realize after last summer, If Belly found out, nothing would ever be the same again.
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After hanging out by the pier, me and Belly went our separate ways the rest of the day. The fourth of July was soon, which was Susannah’s favorite holiday. I saw some fireworks in the kitchen earlier which got me excited.
The sun was setting and everyone always seemed to be doing their own thing these days. Steven out with Shayla or at the club with Jeremiah, Belly hanging out with Cam, and Conrad… smoking or with Nicole. I felt kinda blah.
To my surprise, Conrad was in the kitchen. I sent him a small smile and saw he was making crepes. Strawberry crepes.
This damn guy.
Strawberries have been my favorite fruit since I was a little girl. Susannah used to joke I would become one. Some birthdays, Conrad would take me to the pier and get some chocolate covered strawberries.
My face lit up, “Is that what I think it is?”
He smiles a little, and it was the most innocent and pure smile i’ve seen from him all summer. “I was in the mood for them.”
“Well, then you’ll have to understand I’ll be taking one—” I go to grab one but he smacks my hand away.
“Nope.”
I frown, “Why! There’s four right here.”
“Why would I give you one?” He says through a smirk.
“Just because.” I go to grab one again but this time Conrad physically moves in front of me creating a walls between me and the crepes.
“Conrad!” I groan. His hair was falling in front of his face and was messy, always my weakness.
“Just let me have a crepe.” I whine. He shakes his head and then I attempt to grab one in between his stomach and arms but this time he grabs me by the waist and picks me up.
“Conrad! Put me down!” I try not to laugh but it doesn’t work. I can’t help it.
“Nope. Never.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and tug at his hair, put he doesn’t put me down. My head was barried in his neck and his arms were on my waist still.
Eventually I give in until he puts me down on one of the chairs, and his smile was so wide I thought I might die.
“Here. Take one.” He says, putting a crepe on a plate and handing it to me.
We sat there and ate the crepes in silence but it wasn’t a bad silence anymore. It was kinda fine.
Then I realized not being like this with him isn’t the best option, and no matter how much I love Belly, I love Conrad too. Sometimes it feels like he’s apart of me. Like a piece of my heart will always beat for him.
I suddenly felt more lost than I have in a while.
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A/N: Poor yn, lmao. Fourth of July episode next 😉
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Biting their cheeks lmao. That's it. That's the whole thought (Take this as you will)
YES! Idk if u want this as hcs or a fic/imagine sooooo i’m doing hcs and a tiny crumb of fic. ALSO BROSKIS I HAVE NO IDEAS💔💔💔 PLS SEND SOME IN MY MIND IS A WINDTUNNEL (don’t ask how many times it took to try and spell that😭) idk if it’s just me or nah but i bite people to show affection so that’s how i’m using this. Literally went to a friends house and bit their shoulder so now they’re buying me a chewable thingy💀
Since I didn’t say any characters uhhhh fuck it I’ll pick some randos.
Jouno (like always bc i have an obsession w this man)
• Would be so confused
• Like wtf did u do to him
• Would probs be a bitch to u about it like “wtf was that for you idiot”
• You’d have to be like “I’m showing u affection” even then he’d still think ur weird asf
• if he’s feeling playful and having a good day he’d bite back
• the first time you do this he just turns to ur direction (i wanted to say he just stares but uh…………… he’s kinda blind sooooo idk how to word this) and stands there very confused and slightly concerned.
“What the hell was that?”
“I bit you.”
“Well no shit, but why?”
“Because why not…?”
He sighs and and face palms.
(PLS HES SO DONE)
Dazai
• Would bite back (probably harder)
• Like u just nip at him and he goes chomp
• high key funny asf
• Acts like nothing happened after he FEROCIOUSLY BIT U😡
• First time you did this he thought you were gonna give him a kiss on the cheek lmaooo
• He went from smiling to confusion to smug and bit u back
• He’s basically playing russian roulette after this and trying to guess whether you’ll bite him or give him a lil kith (i like saying that word lol)
You lean in close to his cheek, Dazai was expecting your lips on his cheep but then suddenly…
“Did you just bite me?”
Your smirk says everything. Then he bites your cheek and smiles.
“I can bite too dear.”
Ranpo (never written for him sorry if it’s bad😭 i had a random bsd wheel decide who all to be here)
• He bites you first one day bc why not and now you both just randomly bite each other
•This man will literally get off his seat to grab more candy, see you on the way, and just nibble on u before going to his snacks.
• He knew you were going to bite him bro knows everything. He knew there was a s l i g h t chance you’d give him a peck on the cheek but it was more than likely you’d just go “nom” and bite him
• Biting becomes your love language. (me fr)
You walk up to your victim boyfriend and bite his cheek. Ranpo huffs out and starts to plan his next attack.
When you’re sitting down enjoying lunch he comes up behind you and…
BITES YOU ON THE SHOULDER!
“Nom.”
Yosano (once again ty to the random generator✨✨)
• Would sigh and call you childish probs pat ur head too
• Tells you about how humans have the most absolutely nasty mouths and so it’s unsanitary
• Eventually decides “fuck it” and bites back
• Only harder.
“Sweetheart I know you think it’s cute but human bites are some of the most dangerous bites. The infection rate is very high.”
You pour at her and she sighs
“You’re so childish.”
Yosano pats your head and walks away.
Later that day you’re filling out important paperwork when Yosano sneaks up behind you and bites you.
She then snickers before speaking.
“I can see the appeal now.”
RAAAA IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING MUCH I HAD MENTAL ISSUES LMAOOOO BUT IM CHILL NOW! Anyways I love biting people it’s so fun, I’ve bitten practically everyone around me because it just like feels loving to me. Also I don’t think I’ve mentioned this here but I LOVE YOSANO AND KOUYOU AND JUST LIKE ALL THE ADULT GIRLS IN BSD😛 I LOVE WOMEN🔥🔥 And I also love Kajii sm he’s my pookie smookie cherry barf koolaid kitten queef king💜
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congratulations on 500 !! u deserve it all ur writing is literally perfect
🪐 - this might be difficult (bc the song isnt by taylor swift) but can u write something about rafe cameron based on the song “goodbye kiss” by ‘kasabian’ ? pls be angsty as it’s such a sad and beautiful song <33
omg thank you for requesting this!! i’ve never heard that song before but now i’m listening to it ON REPEAT it is so good omg!!
(ps: sorry i’m advance for the heartbreak you’re about to witness and i hope this is what you wanted!!)
Goodbye Kiss (r.c)
pairing: rafe x reader
wc: 1.1k
Rafe had known for some time now that your relationship was volatile and dangerous. He knew that after you both helped his father drop the body of their pilot into the ocean with the earliest part of the sunrise washing over them, everything was getting too crazy. What scared him the most was the way you didn't ask questions, you helped without hesitating- and he stared at you as you nodded intently, listening to who you imagined would one day be your father-in-law while he asked the two of you to find and dispose of the gun Rafe had used to kill the sheriff. The morning breeze brushed through your hair as it fell messily out of the braids you'd put in the night before, and the side of your face was bathed in the light of the sunrise. And as he watched you wipe the stray blood off your skin with a rag, Rafe realized he had never loved you more.
You had been at his side when he shot his sister in the Bahamas, and you had watched with a straight face as they drove off with the gold- Rafe could see in your eyes that you would never tell a soul. He trusted you endlessly, and you trusted him. Rafe was starting to see that this adventure you were on could only end in one of you facing a similar fate, in the name of money, and in the name of love. You would die for each other in a heartbeat. You were perfect for each other, in the most terrifying possible way.
"I'm okay, Rafe- I'm just... I don't know, a little burnt out." You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you stand in the driveway. "I'll get over it. It's fine."
"I get that, I just- it's so... everything is so crazy I just don't know what to do." He replies quietly.
You look at him in confusion. Ward got the gold back, and you were back home safe and sound. It was all over. "What is there left?" You settle on.
"I killed someone, Y/N/N!" Rafe snaps, throwing down the blood-stained rag he was now using to wipe down his bike. "I killed someone, my dad did too, and I shot my sister and you don't give a shit! What is wrong with us?"
Your eyes widen in shock, unsure what to say. "I- I... of course I care, Rafe. What did you want me to do? Run to the cops and get you locked up for life? I'm not doing that, so what choice did I have other than to help?"
Rafe sighs as he looks around. "That's not the point- obviously I didn't want that." He shakes his head. "I just- I don't know, our lives are just so fucked now. I never wanted this."
"Okay, it's okay..." You hold your hands out to him, grasping his in your own. "We'll get you help, like you wanted. We'll get on a better path, it's over now. Yeah?"
Rafe looks down at your small hands wrapped around his, and the healing bruises that adorn your skin in a hue of yellow and green. "I don't know that it is." He shakes his head.
"Sure it is." You smile hopefully. His eyes glide up to your face, and his breath hitches in his throat as he looks at your expression. You have this aura of innocence around you, like you haven't done horrible things for him and his family. Things he would never expect of you, but this lifestyle he dragged you into has changed you enough to allow for that kind of recklessness. You're the kindest person he has ever known, if he truly loved you, how could he turn you into something you were never meant to be?
He shakes his head again. "Maybe it's time for us to break up, Y/N." He says, before he can fully think it through. He trusts his impulses fully, and this is what he feels is right. For you, especially.
Your face falls and you loosen your hold on his hands. "What? Why..? I'm not upset with you- if that's what you think, I don't care what you've done, Rafe-" You plead, hoping he doesn't mean it.
"No, no I know you don't." He assures you. "I just- this can't end well. Open your eyes. Seriously, this can only end with one of us dead. And I won't let it be you."
You stare at him in shock, not sure what to say. "I... I only care about you..." You whisper, lip wobbling as you look up at your boyfriend. The love of your life- you were so sure he was the only guy for you. How could he do this?
"Don't cry, baby. Please, don't.." Rafe shakes his head at you, squeezing your hands. He doesn't want to watch you cry, he doesn't want to hurt you, but it's for the best. He can hardly remember the last time things were normal for you. The last time you went out for dinner or watched a movie together. It wasn't fair.
"I just don’t understand.” You reply, tears welling up in your eyes as you look up at him.
“I know.. I know. I just have to do what I have to for my family, be the man I ought to be, this whole gold situation has got me going insane and that isn’t fair to you.” Rafe explains, trying to keep a strong front as he drops your hands.
You instantly wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him and burying your face in his chest. “Okay…” You agree hesitantly. You know Rafe will do anything for his family, he’s always fighting for his dads approval, and if that is what he feels is more important right now, you will let him make that decision. No words could save this.
He hugs you back, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he feels you shake in his arms. It’s his fault, all of it. You pull away after a moment and quickly wipe your eyes. “I should probably go home, then…” You mumble, avoiding his eyes now as you pick your bag up off the ground, starting to walk away.
“Y/N?” Rafe calls after you, his voice shaky as you head toward your car, which had looked so normal in their driveway for over a year now. You look up at him, fighting back a sob as you see him standing there. He doesn’t look like the boy you fell in love with anymore. You didn’t see him change. When did he change?
“I hope that someday we’ll meet again.”
You nod softly at this, unable to speak as you get in your car and quickly drive away, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had to go your way, and Rafe has to go his.
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Controversially young GF
Obvi reader is 18+
not promoting pedophilic behavior folks
for your imagination its at least 5+ years of an age gap.
also, y'all loved the smut i dropped but didn't like the fluff, whats that about?
also y'all can interact with my shit, I like when people do that, comment and reblog it or smnth. I dont bite
unless u want me to.
ok im done. enjoy!
you and julien met at a book store.
"shit, sorry!" you said worried you kicked her or something as you were walking by her. you dropped a book on the ground that she picked up.
"it's alright," she said nonchalantly as she stood up. Her eyes moved over you, she smirked a little. you started to walk away.
"wait a minute," she said still moving her eyes over you. "i'm julien." she held out her hand for a handshake.
"i'm y/n.” you said apprehensively shaking her hand. you notice her little smirk and feel your self blush lightly. julien chuckled.
“i think this belongs to you.” she said handing you a book that fell out of your hands when you bumped into her. “myth of sisyphus?”
“a friend suggested it to me, i’ve never heard of it before.” you said as you took the book, “thank you.”
“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around here before, are you from around here?” she said nonchalantly leaning on the bookshelf getting a good look at you.
“yeah, i’m in school here at the university of (INSERT ANY SCHOOL IDK USE YOUR IMAGINATION)” you say back noticing her tattoos all along her arms.
“you like it there?” she asked stepping a little closer to you, not close enough to touch but close enough.
“it’s cool, lots of cool classes and people there.” you say back noticing the deliberate closeness.
y’all talked for a while and eventually she asked to take you out. you obviously said yes.
She spoils you a little:
nothing too crazy, but for instance for your first date she took you to a really expensive restaurant and didn’t even ask to split the bill even after you offered.
“you look great.” she said when she picked you up from your place for your date. you couldn’t help but blush.
“you look really good too jb.” you said to her trying to hide how flustered you were from a simple compliment. as you walked into the restuarant together she put her hand arouund your waist
"is this ok?" she whispered in your ear tracing shapes into your hip.
"this is great" you said back as you walked in together.
on the date you guys talked about everything and nothing feeling super connected by the end of it.
she took you back to your place, only dropping you off. she walked you to your door.
"this was a lot of fun," you said as you and julien reached your door.
"i had a great time with you." she said looking down on your lips. you blushed noticing her gaze on your lips.
she didn't kiss you, she wanted to but she also didn't want to make you uncomfortable
after your next date she kissed you
you melted into her touch and she loved the way you leaned into her
you thought about inviting her back to your place but you didn't want to seem too ~needy~ [stupid covid brain lacking words]
you guys went on a couple more dates and the subject of high school came up
"so when did you graduate?" she asked you as you sat in a bar together. [i hope my math is right, dont @ me if its not.]
"well i'm still in college but i finished high school in 2020." you said casually to her as you sipped a mocktail. her eyes widdened.
"2018?" she asked back to you. [pls tell me this makes the gf 23]
"yeah, why?" you asked her, noticing how worried she looked.
"You're five years younger than me?" she asked suddenly super worried that she has been dating someone who is too young for her.
"i guess so... you're 28?" you asked her, not bothered by the age difference.
"yeah." she said quietly.
"does the age thing bother you?" you asked her noticing the sudden discomfort.
"well no, i just worry about power dynamics. i don't want to accidentally take advantage of you in some way." she said to you as she toyed with the watch on her wrist nervously. [i realized that jb is always wearing a watch n idk it's hot] you touched her hand.
"you won't. it's okay. i trust you." you said quietly to her. she closed her eyes like she was thinking about something.
"i wouldn't do it on purpose but i just... power dynamics come up all the time and it's almost never on purpose." she said looking at you.
"i know, we just need to be open to conversation." you said still holding her hand.
at the end of the date after you guys had a long talk about boundaries you both felt more comfortable
she drove you home and she kissed you outside your door again
you moaned softly into the kiss and she pulled away
"baby-" she started to say and you moved your hands to her hips, "we shouldn't. i want to but..." she said. you groaned softly.
"why the but?" you asked with a dramatic pout on your face.
"cuz baby, i don't wanna rush things with you." she said softly as she moved her hands to where yours were on her hips.
"can we just hang out?" you asked just wanting to spend more time with her. she only looked at you for a moment.
"just hanging out?" she questioned half serious the other playful.
"yeah." you said quietly. julien nodded and you happily searched for your keys in your bag and invited her in.
she looked around your small apartment and smiled. she noticed the smell of your perfume.
"wanna watch a movie?" you asked her motioning to a projector you have set up near your day bed.
she resisted the urge to make a joke about you inviting her to bed as you opened up the day bed
she happily watched a couple of movies with you until you fell asleep leaning on her shoulder
she reluctantly woke you up
"baby, wake up." she said softly as she stroked your head trying to wake you up gently.
"hmm? what?" you said sleepily as you wiped some drool off your cheek realizing you drooled on her shoulder. "sorry." you said softly as you attempted to wipe it off her shirt sleeve.
"it's ok, i'll let you sleep. i'm gonna head out." she said holding your hands gently.
"do you need to go?" you asked quietly.
"not nenecessarily." she said back, she pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.
"can yoy stay?" you asked her not wanting the night to end.
"do you have class tomorrow?" she asked you. she didn't want to mess with your school responsibilities.
"nope." you told the truth, you just wanted her to stay.
"i can stay." she said quietly.
she got comfortable in your bed as you quickly took a shower before getting in bed yourself.
you offered her some clothes to change into and she said it was ok.
you cuddled into her side as you fell asleep.
she stroked your hair as you fell asleep
after some time of going steady she does finally ~stay the night~
im gonna post that another time. be patient with me.
she eventually invites you to move in with her, she makes sure that you have a study room that you could use when you have exams coming up
when you moved in all the members of muna and boygenius helped you move all your stuff cuz you couldn't do it alone and you didn't wanna hire movers
pheobe and katie couldnt hold back from the jokes about the age gap
eventually they all joined in
a few weeks later julien was invited to a red carpet for an event
the paparazzi on the carpet kept asking who you were
lucy and pheobe said something more and more outrageous to everyone who asked
"eye candy"
"our body guard"
"the new 4th member of boygenius"
"our girlfriend"
"our psychiatrist"
"we're tutoring her"
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a/n: the style of this chapter as if it’s a move script thought it was fitting since it’s a tv interview and very dialogue heavy.
and now an exclusive interview here on starstruck tv with choi yeonjun about his latest singles & the mystery girl! (crowd cheers)
[STELLA]: hello and welcome back to the studio yeonjun!
[YEONJUN] : thank you for having me here stella! it’s an honor to be here (laughs)
[S]: as you can see the studio audience is so excited to see you and talk about this project that you’ve been working on. why don’t you explain what the concept is behind “strawberry lipstick” ?
[Y]: well it’s a much more different concept than anything i’ve done it the past. the song is very more rock and guitar heavy and i feel like it was just time to do something completely different than before. i think the concept was how relationships can be easily exploited when with someone who has ill intentions, and how the person in the relationship can’t see that.
[S]: and the phrase strawberry lipstick? it seems to be an innuendo for something else… (crowd laughs)
[Y]: i can neither confirm nor deny that!
[S]: so let’s switch and talk about the other song released “lie to me”. tell me about that song and that process.
[Y]: lie to me was one of the last songs to be made, and it took a while to truly articulate the words i wanted. i had some amazing friends help me along with the process. the song is about when love just doesn’t line up. when maybe you were two people who were in love once but circumstances or people changed that. it’s very much a heartbreak song, but i feel like it has something melancholy about it. one person can see the other is happier and doing better, while the other is still stuck in love. i mean we’ve all had that feeling , unreciprocated love, sometimes wanting to be lied to just to spare us from the truth. it was a very difficult song to write but i love how it came out.
[S]: and it’s a very good song. i was wondering, in the song is there a specific line that you like the most?
[Y]: hm… well when you put me on the spot (he smiles and covers his laugh with his hand) i think the lines “i wish we never met because you’re too hard to forget” is my favorite lyric. it just shows how powerful heartbreak can be, and even sometimes you wish that you had never the person to be able to just cope and endure the pain.
[S]: those are some very meaningful words. does this have any correlation to the mystery girl that’s been going around social media?
[Y]: (awkwardly laughs) well to be truthful, i think i’ve met her a few times? she might be a fan or something i’m not really sure.
[S]: oh come on yeonjun, fans spotted you guys at the mall recently together as well as fighting outside of supernova. are you sure you don’t know who she is?
[Y]: oh is she the fan i met at the mall? i meet fans everywhere but i didn’t know that it was her. we probably just shopped at the same stores. honestly i meet so many lovely fans that it’s hard to keep track. and as for supernova, i think i spooked her by accident and it was just a conversation of me scaring her accidentally. i think she wanted to be alone outside and seeing someone else there scared her. her reaction was a valid one. (he half smiles, crossing his feet together)
[S]: so you’re saying that the rumors are not true? you don’t know yn?
[Y]: sorry stella, the rumors aren’t true. we might have similar friends and had run ins but i don’t know her. i hope that everyone can respect her privacy though and the privacy of everyone that was swept up in that whole rumor.
[S]: well you heard it here first, and up next, yeonjun will be performing his newest songs! stay tuned after the break!
(the camera man calls cut and stella thanks yeonjun for the interview)
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“hey, i might not wait til marriage but you are and that's fucking cool”🥹🥹🥹 this is so cute and made me feel so good AHHH <3
okay I need to SPILL.
first I wanna say i know this isn’t a big deal and when I eventually talk to him about it, he’ll be reassuring but I’m freaking out first and i wanna talk to the girlies first instead, but I do feel like I can tell him (bc if u can’t talk ab these things w someone, you shouldn’t have sex w them in the first place)
but bro I am FREAKING out HDNDNDND. we’ve been looking at rings. he hasn’t proposed because he said he still wants me to be surprised and stuff but we got carried away talking one night and he let it slip that he wants to marry me and somehow we started looking at rings. we went to a couple shops just to get general ideas bc I have no idea what I want!!
ANYWAYS. I was super excited and I had a full blown freak out earlier😀 I’ve been waiting til marriage my whole life (I’m 23) but he hasn’t, he had multiple sexual partners in high school and college and a couple before he met me. I was just thinking ab our future wedding night bc it’s getting super real now and I don’t think it’ll be that far in the future and I was like omfg. this whole wait and it’ll be over in one night. like “that’s so exciting, FINALLY” type thing bc the wait has been hard😭 I’m just a girl and he’s soodkdjdkskskksskso sexy😭
and then I was like…. It’s all over in one night
and I was like, wait. I’m a virgin virgin. he isn’t. even just fingering/head (which I literally cannot WAIT for😭) is gonna be new bc I’ve never had another guys fingers in me and whatever. and I’m not nervous at all, I’m so excited, I’ve waited so long as u can imagine JDJDKDK but I was like realistically, it’ll probably be overwhelming. and then ur meant to do everything in one go? even in most ‘normal’ relationships where people aren’t waiting till marriage, you don’t usually go from 0-100 in a single night😭 that’s kinda insane. like ‘oh you’ve only kissed a boy? well here is literally everything under the sun!”
and I think I just realised today, for the first time, that maybe that wont realistically be what I want. like doing some things and then the rest after. like we’re gonna be married forever (that’s the plan😭) so we have all this time to go it yk. not that I’d necessarily wanna wait super long after we’re married, but I just feel kinda… bad. like, he’s waited this whole time, just for me. imagine we get married and he’s super excited to finally get to hit and in like “actually……..🤣”
idk. I just feel a little alone because even the religious/non-religious ppl I know (who decided to wait just because), none of them felt this way. they were so ready to just jump in and start boning (as they should bc the wait hasn’t been easy😭) but idk I feel… idk. I feel like that might not be me, like I feel like I might need a little more time just to get used to like, everything in reality yk. bc it’s all fun and games saying it rn but I realised earlier, when I started really thinking about it, that I haven’t done anything and realistically, even ppl that don’t wsit need more time yk.
he obviously won’t make me feel bad for this either, he’s not a monster & he’s very understanding but I’m just spiralling.
this might not even be a problem, realistically the second we’re married I might not even make it to the after party and just be like “dick in me now pls” but… ifkdjdjddjdjw
I’m thinking too much lol. I’ve waited 23 years and it’s so real now that my mind is spinning. I’m sorry for the ramble but thank u for listening & for the girlie talk JDJDJDX💗💗💗💗💗💗 i love u so much
(I am sooo ready to get married tho😭💗)
i am so happy for you both!!! i really wish you the best of luck!
i think him being experianced will help out so much in the long run, but girl, there's nothing to worry about! if he's waited this long, what's a little more? like you said, you may change your mind but you said you wanted to wait until marriage. so i'm with you, why does it have to be your wedding night?
it sounds like he's going at your pace and he's in no rush to bed you either. you already know you're gonna talk to him about this so kudos! and coming from me, it sounds like you're ready for sex and that's awesome.
you're excited and that's the most important. (after loving and trusting your man.) trust me, it'll be worth the wait and i can't wait to hear about the proposal!
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You still have Dimitri fics ??? Can u repost one pls ? :)
(i do have that one dima and byleth simultaneous confession ;3 )
If you had thought that you would be able to help him to the light, you would have done it years ago.
If you knew that guiding him to the trruth would have been this difficult, you would have done it much sooner. If only you’d woken up in time.
But despite knowing how Dimitri struggled and suffered, despite knowing how much he had changed, you were just glad to be able to return his humanity to him.
You were glad to bring him home, the war won, with your hand tightly held in his as you led him away from his tortured past…towards a bright future.
Your only regret was that you hadn’t a chance to tell him what you really wanted to, before you were overwhelmed by your army’s joyous cheers.
You were swept back to the monastery, your hands having left each other’s so you could participate in the festivities.
You didn’t expect to see the future king stepping out onto the balcony, safe from the overwhelming atmosphere of the victorious feast.
“Tired, already?” Dimitri’s voice floated from the doors, and you turned to find him standing there, a flute of champagne in each hand. He extended one to you as he joined you in the cool breeze, his hair billowing softly in the silent breeze.
“I can only handle so much, in one day.” You told him in a soft voice, “A lot has happened. I haven’t had enough time to process it all…it’s not something I can ignore for a party.”
“I know precisely what you mean.” He agreed with a slow nod, “I would love to enjoy the celebration with everyone else…but there is still so much to take care of. I cannot allow myself that luxury, yet. At the very least…I’m simply glad I can spend some time with you, after everything.”
“Me, too.” You smiled at him, before returning your gaze to the sky above. “It feels rather cold, tonight. As though we’re missing something.”
“We’re missing many things. Many people. It will be difficult to go on, without them…” He trailed off, frowning deeply as he unclasped his cloak. “The cold, however, it likely due to the chill of the night. This should help.”
You watched silently as he draped the thick fur over your shoulders, letting him clasp it across your shoulders. When he finished his work, he wound up closer to your side than before, the space between you practically nonexistent.
“Thank you.” You hummed, “But, you’re right. So many lives were lost…so many will be affected by our actions. I only hope that we can continue to affect them, but in better, more positive ways.”
“We will. We defeated the Empire together, and we’ll rebuild the kingdom…together. Just as we always have.” Dimitri assured you, his shoulder touching yours, now. “You know, I’m having trouble thinking of a battle where you weren’t by my side, helping me at every turn.”
“Perhaps you’ve replaced Dedue with me, in your mind.”
“Hardly. Everything between those five years you were gone…when I was gone…it’s all a blur. But before that? And afterwards? There you are. Every time. You never failed to be beside me.”
“And I plan on keeping it that way.” You told him earnestly, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You felt him shift beside you, and you swallowed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “…That is…if you’ll have me.”
“Byleth…my teacher…my dearest companion…my beloved.”
You froze, eyes wide. When you looked up at him, his fingers took your chin, holding your gaze to his as though you were all he cared about.
“There is no other person I would want beside me for the rest of my days than you.”
“Dimitri…you…do you mean that?”
“With all my heart. And…I know I am not worthy of your love. Far from it. I still have much to do in order to fix all the mistakes I’ve made…to fully return from the monster I became. But if you’ll wait for me…if you’ll hold on for me…then I think I could one day become the man who is deserving of your love.”
“You always were.” You whispered, cupping his face with trembling fingers and drawing him into a kiss. Dimitri’s arms circled around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel him smiling against your lips, biting back the laughter as the joy overwhelmed his soul.
You were feeling the exact same way.
“Byleth… I love you.”
“I love you, too. I…I-I can’t wait to see where the future takes us.” You whispered sweetly, kissing him once more.
“So long as we’re together…I can only look forward to the possibilities.”
#dimitri#byleth#fe 16#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#dimileth#dimitri x byleth#fluff#confession prompt#proposal prompt#fe fictions#fe-fictions#f!byleth#fem!byleth#f!mu#just some gentle wholesome#need to get some after the gigantic angst prompt
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wait what did the dub team do? i’ve heard some stuff but i don’t know how much is true
it’s always the dub team people r surprised about- well. actually no i mention the dub team a lot more than i mention like. isle of nowhere + most formerly popular accs are defunct now. people only know the dub team. this makes sense nvm.
anyways!!!
the biggest thing that always jumps out to me is that emmas voice actor is… i wanna say pr0 ship? sorry for censoring but i don’t wanna end up in that tag lol. but no iirc emmas va had a ton of nsfw of characters who were very very explicitly under 18, on their socials- they didn’t even have anything saying their acc was nsfvv, they had 0 warning and would send links to their acc for people to check out. im also 100% sure they had minor/adult ship content (like. high schooler confirmed to be <18 x adult in their 40s) on their page. the team was aware of this and… did not care
then, a few? years back? before they had released anything playable, back when all they had was VA intros, they said that sora was confirmed to be het by linuj- this was back when the game wasn’t even fully released, let alone fully translated, i could explain. how horrible the word of mouth culture was back then because of this, but with the dub team being in contact with linuj to begin with, people heard this and 100% believed it. they said this in response to people shipping… iirc it was specifically a reaction to some soruko stuff, but anyways, the intent was “so u can’t ship her with girls cuz that’s het erasure, sorry :(“ they later. straight up admitted it was a lie, that they had chosen to not tell the truth, that linuj had never said anything like that
those are the two most… reputable? well documented? things against them- the sora straightbait stuff used to be common knowledge, and i saw the stuff with emma’s va first hand (im just not certain about if they had straight up nsfvv, or if it was just. f3tish stuff which people might not have realized was. s3xual just scrolling through their page- and again, they def had minor/adult stuff). there’s also been reports of harassment by the adults on the team to minors in the server and stuff, and people have said it was just overall an uncomfy environment, but those are the two things that i can personally verify happened
it’s ur choice if you wanna support the dub, and i know some people are 100% fine with emma’s va even knowing the stuff they’d post- im not telling u how to feel, pls don’t come argue with me abt morals, these r just. the things they’ve done which i have an issue with!
Edit: (cw: adult showing nsfvv stuff to minors)
forgot about this one, but yukis past va straight up read nsfvv stuff to minors in voice chat. he was a full blown adult, and im not aware of all the ages involved, but at least one of the minors involved was 15. again! full grown adult on the dub team doing this. i didn’t witness this one personally but multiple people (who i trust/don’t think would lie abt smthn like this) have verified this, and it checks out for dub team to do smthn like this.
Edit episode 2: The incident with Yukis va was in 2018, and as of 2020, yuki has a new va! i wasn't aware there had been a change in va, but! yeah, the current va didn't do this, the va that did that is no longer yukis va
#i dont watch/play the dub but that’s. rlly just me being uninterested#like i have friends who play the dub! it’s totally chill!#they legally cannot profit off of it and it’s. the only way to play the game if u don’t know korean and don’t want to suffer#this isn’t abt playing the dub this is about. supporting the people behind it and saying they’re amazing and great when.#they have a history of. getting in trouble!
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Fic Draft - Elegy for a Sunset: Part 1
A four-part fic from the night Vanessa hypnotized Eric to the night of a very real, very wanted wedding. Ursula had always known Ariel's voice had power. After it's returned to Ariel, it still does.
Content warnings: Noncon, not explicit. Visceral trauma and explicit consensual sex, but neither in this part. This is getting an E on Ao3. Do not pass go if you're not ready for that.
I've been at this beast for a few years now and I hadn't realized how filled out the draft to the first part was until I looked at it again. There are still some notes I'll fill in later and the other three parts are in various states of completion.
I'm one of those people who needs to at least draft an entire fic before it hits Ao3 because otherwise it will never, ever get finished. But I've been at this for so long that my eyes are tired and while I've got a great beta having other people look at it might help. I'm clawing for some more motivation to finish this.
I will die for your comments. PLS. I NEED EXTERNAL MOTIVATION
Ursula sang with a voice that was not hers, and its power cut through the misty night like no magic she had ever conjured herself.
All she needed was to keep the human prince from Ariel until tomorrow’s sunset. Then Ariel could never fulfill the terms of the contract, and Ursula would take her down to the depths to finish the business of deposing her brother. Whatever else transpired between now and then mattered less than the crown of Atlantica on her head.
She had thought to ascend the stairs to the palace, and to meet the prince where he hovered at the parapet. But she saw the change in him from a distance, and he began to hurry down the stairs to the beach. She stood on the sand then, waiting for him to wander to her, drawn like prey to the light of an anglerfish.
She kept him in a half-dream of poppy-red hair, sunlight and the song that captured him in the first place.
He was pretty, in a superficial way. A plaything she could enjoy and be done with.
“It’s you?” He muttered, not quite looking at her. Ursula heard a slight hesitation in his voice, as if he was remembering a dream.
She put a finger to his lip and the prince swallowed any more words he had left, and stilled, looking past her eyes. His own each had a golden scar across the iris. The prince could see, she imagined, but was powerless to act on any of it.
Everyone surrendered to something. Fear, the threat of death, but this was nothing of this world. The Prince stood vulnerable in an entirely different way.
The shell was warm, the fragmented soul within radiating sunlight that never existed beneath the waves. Powerful magic, indeed. And the pitiful girl never knew the power she gave away.
“Tell me what you remember.”
He stayed quiet for a moment. The shell glowed once more, even when there were no words between them. She could fall armies with the contents of this shell.
“The sun came out, and I was home,” he blinked, as if squinting through sunlight in the middle of the night. His face upturned, and he smiled up at nothing. “I’ve never been home before.”
She wasn’t sure if he was always that pathetically honest, or if it was the influence of the spell.
Then he made a move to reach out to something. Maybe Ursula, maybe the image conjured by the voice’s magic.
She was about to hiss Put your hand down--but without even speaking the prince dropped his hand anyway. All she had to do was look and think of him still and silent as a corpse. His fingers twitched just once and he did not move again.
She had expected at least a little more resistance, but through the glow of the voice Ursula could feel the desire in him. The voice was powerful, to be sure, but the prince had let this happen. His heart was utterly open, all of him pouring out at once, sanguine and lovesick. If she concentrated hard enough she could walk through his soul and pass depths of longing and despair.
“Pitiful creatures, humans,” she said, to no reaction on his part. Ursula was quite sure he was under, then. “Are you so different? Show me upstairs, and we’ll see just what you’re made of.”
The Prince walked with her on his arm in an even lock-step and soon the sand under their feet turned to polished stone, then the stairs of the palace. He seemed to know where he was going because his direction never faltered, even as he kept a wide-eyed, focusless stare.
They met the guards at the gates, who paid the both of them no mind. They barely looked at her. She wondered if the voice’s spell had a radius of impact, or if they simply didn’t care. Ursula didn’t either. This was far too easy, and she grew bored with the puppet who led her up the marble stairs.
He led her up to what she commanded to be his chambers (hers, for tonight), the light of the stolen voice glowing gold in his soulless gaze.
She could think of commands or say them, and with enough clarity the idea became his action. So
“Go to bed,” she told him, and as he began to obey she simply thought the command to change out of his bedclothes. He obliged, and she watched him like a cat. His human form was mostly unmarred and it bored her.
[shoes to bare feet, they vanish into the air, breeze from the window]
[she straddles him, legs are so different and inefficient, inflexible, but she has him in an entirely different sort of snare now]
Gravity keeps him pinned, this is the only good thing about the land, the earth pulls with a power from which only the sea is free
Gravity kept the prince pinned between the bed and her hips. This was the only good thing about the land; the earth pulled with a power from which only the sea was free.
“What would you do for me?” She asked him, and though he paused, there was not much thought to the prince’s answer.
“I would die for you.”
In his voice she heard an empty sort of reverence. She needed more from him, and not simply the spill of his own blood. The prince’s flesh meant only what he could deliver.
“Would you kill for me?”
“If you asked.” His voice was quiet, but without hesitation, and with the kind of honesty Ursula could not question. She was used to deception, but this human had no power to lie to her.
A new plan stirred. She knew the spell would achieve her ends, but perhaps she’d underestimated the reach of the voice’s magic.
Poor pretty Ariel had given her Aunt such a gift. Her voice and her Prince, now a plaything. In different circumstances she might’ve admired Ariel. Foolish and naive though she was, her niece was blessed with blind ambition she just hadn’t used to its full potential.
The girl must truly adore him to go through this much trouble, but why? Was he a good lover?
The Prince’s heartbeat quickened. Ursula wondered exactly how lucid the prince was, and she tasted the vestiges of terror on his lips. Not a kiss of true love. It would break no spell.
But this spell made her curious. She had control of his mind and body, both, or neither. [something additional here - explain the neither.]
Desire poured through his soul. It covered every inch of him. Ursula felt an odd contrast, a little despair and passion, and a tincture of desire poisoned by his own expectations. [the alchemy inside the prince intrigues her?]
[in his eyes, discolored though they are from the spell, she can see it as if she’s looking through her eels]
[she sings, brings out that desire, his breath tight, eyes transfixed, and man as he is, hard beneath her, all power over him ]
[keeps his head tilted, and leads him out of the spell, and soon that desire becomes terror, and the whites of his eyes]
“You’re too late,” she whispered, putting a finger to his lips to silence the very edge of his scream.
He fell silent as if choked, all breath stopping dead though his gaze was still alive with the raw, animal fear of a fish hooked and dragged to the gaping maw of the surface.
[he’s shaking, breathing hard, his terror is all-encompassing and life-changing but he is only prey for a Goddess an insignificant tool for an eldritch creature beyond his imagination]
She dealt one last command, happy to leave his awareness lucid if she could tell him to do whatever she wanted.
“Hush.”
#the little mermaid#ursula#prince eric#disney fanfic#nsft fanfic#fanfic draft#girlswithambition fanfic
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