#posting at midnight because WHO CARES enjoy the fluff

[hearts4maddison]

All to much

| Lando Norris x Reader

Paring: Lando Norris x Fem!reader. warnings: Panic attacks,Mentions of ex, gossip accounts, Angst, Fluff. summary: In which already dealing with the long distance the gossip accounts certainly do not help. word count: 4023

Note: This is probably terrible it was a midnight idea and this rushed so it’s not the best! Again my spelling is bloody horrible! also no hate luisa! love her so much!

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You knew The whole Long distance relationship was hard. especially being in a relationship with a Formula 1 driver. You also knew that before getting into a relationship with Lando. And yeah You missed him like crazy even if he’d only been gone for a week. But You told yourself you could do it and that you could handle the time zones.

So everyday at night you found yourself awake at 3o’clock at night Cheering,shouting and jumping up and down every time Lando was about to over take or when he got a podium. And just seeing him enjoying himself was enough.

You found yourself awake curled up in bed scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Waiting and waiting for a text from Lando or a call from him. The last time you had talked to him was 2days ago he was more likely busy with all the post race interview or the meetings.

You didn’t want to look desperate mostly you didn’t want to look like a “overbearing girlfriend” who keeps blowing her boyfriend’s phone because she’s desperate for atleast one text. Now you just felt kinda ridiculous thinking the whole Long distance and the time zones were easy.

you scrolled and scrolled through people’s story’s until one Particular story had caught your eye Max Fwetrell. It was the normal Clubbing and having fun. Until someone in the back of the video stuck out.

Zooming in closer to the video you realised it was exactly who you thought it was..Lando and clearly by the looks of it he was living his best life drinking. It wasn’t just that he was extremely close to a girl a girl you had seen before but couldn’t exactly remember where.

You tried to shrug it off your really did. It’s not like Lando would just cheat on you without a single care in the world he wouldn’t…would he?

You decided to just leave it alone to just shut your phone and go to bed that would’ve been the best thing to do. But scrolling through multiple gossip accounts Fan accounts who were already posting about it.

| F1DriverGossip!

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Caption: F1 Lando Norris Spotted in Jimmy’z Monte-Carlo With his ex Girlfriend Luisa oliveira could it be the two possibly getting back together? 👀

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| Landolover! : Hoping this is true! Missed seeing them! > User982: agreed. >LN4: I thought i was the only one!

| Mclarenforeverr: I thought Lando had a girlfriend? >Oscarlover: Same? i mean she barley even goes to the paddock with him? Maybe he finally got bored? >User 5: Gurl i am his girlfriend 😛

User10: Didn’t know Lando was a player. 🔥 >Pastry16: Tea is piping hot and i’m here for it.

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You couldn’t believe, you didn’t want to believe it. You knew him and luisa stayed good friends after breaking up but this? That look wasn’t the I think of you as a firend it certainly looked like more.

You couldn’t breathe you tried to but you just couldn’t it felt as if a huge weight was suddenly put onto your chest and you couldn’t do anything about it. You felt the hot tears streaming down your cheek as you hugged your knees to your chest.

Did Lando still Love her? how could he just cheat on you in a whole different country!? or did this whole relationship mean nothing?

You hated it,You hated him and you didn’t even think it was possible to hate him. Those stupid gossip accounts! They were so toxic for what? And just because you didn’t go to the paddock all the time? You felt stupid.

You took deep breaths to try and calm down until a low buzzing sound came from next to you picking up the phone.Not bothering to wipe the tears away as you picked up the phone only to be greeted by Lando smiling a face.

“..Hey baby- Hey..hey..what’s going on..” he asked eyes widening taking in your running noes and tear stained cheeks.

“..seriously!…y-you have the audacity..to act clueless..!” You mange to hiccup out breathing.

“..Y/n..Whoa slow down..What’s going on..?” Lando asks his face scrunching up.

“…Slow d-down!? Like..you and Luisa weren’t..cozying up to each other..!” You say breathlessly

“…No..Y/n no..! baby..you have it all wrong..!”

“Really!? Enlighten me then..What were you doing..!” You ask taking deep breathes

“…Luisa came up to me..And we talked! nothing else i swear…We just talked and caught up and she left after that..” he says desperately

“…T-then..how am i supposed to know that..”

“y/n i love you so much..and the thought of even doing that..I can’t even imagine.” he says while sighing.

“..i-i’m..-sorry..” you mange to get out tears welling up.

“..Hey it’s okay..Just breathe my love..breathe” He says taking in deep breathes as you copy his actions finally being able to calm down.

“..You okay?” He says his face softening and the sight of you.

“..yeah” you respond wiping your tears away.

“I love you,You know that..so much?”

“..Love you too..Lando”

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| Lando Norris

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Caption: Haters stay mad. I have the best girlfriend i could’ve ever asked in the whole world and i couldn’t have been more happier with with this beautiful girl in my life. I love her so much and for anyone commenting on our relationship or making up lies = Blocked 😘

| Yourusername: Love yah. 💗 >Lando norris: ❤️😍

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[everlastlady]

Helluva Boss X Reader: The Wedding

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☕Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to the Helluva Boss wedding version. I finally got this done and not posted at midnight like I did yesterday, so I hope that enjoy this one; if you did then please comment, like, and reblog.

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss

☕Word Count: 4473

☕Story Contains: Fluff

☕Hazbin Wedding Invitation: Here💌

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Striker: Striker was never one for love and any meaningful relationship. He saw them as a waste of time. An easy way for people to play with your emotions and get your hopes up high. But when he met you at your clinic and you patched him up from his injuries. He watched how careful you were with his body, how you asked how he was feeling, and didn’t ask or judge how he got these injuries. You were a medic for hitmen, assassins. And crime lords. So you didn’t ask any questions about how they got hurt. After that day Striker would come to you, whenever he was injured. You two would talk and you would offer Striker some much. You both formed a friendship and Striker took that leap of faith, and you both soon formed a relationship. But kept it private because he was a wanted criminal and didn’t want you getting tied up in his mess. After a long while of dating, Striker wanted something more. And this hit him when you were both kidnapped by some people who wanted Striker’s head on a platter and they wanted to hurt Striker by hurting you first. Luckily your cowboy bebop boyfriend got you both out of there. Striker and you patched each other up back at your clinic after that life and death situation he was sure. He wanted to marry so that night, he started planning.

Striker asked you out on a camping trip and you agreed. You've been wanting to see how his survival skills hold up, since he would brag about them and how he could survive better than the others in Wrath. So you and him took your car along with Bombproof to a nice place to camp. You helped Striker set everything up. When you grabbed a small bag. Striker quickly grabbed and stepped away. You ignored, assuming it was just one of his weapons that he didn’t want you to touch. After everything was set up, you and Striker sat by the campfire, you were roasting whatever you felt like would taste good and Striker seemed deep in thought. You asked him what was wrong. “ Will you marry me? “ He simply said. You looked at him and he looked at you. He took out a small tan velvet box and opened it showing a ring. “ And don’t worry darlin, I didn’t steal it, I worked hard and bought it for you. “ He said. “ But you don’t have to say, I understand. “ He said. But you did say yes. You wanted to marry Striker, and this made him happy. He lifted your hand and slipped the ring on your finger, and you two cuddled near the fireplace, Striker decided to play a song on his guitar, a beautiful night it was for you both.

Soon the wedding had arrived. But since Striker was a wanted criminal, you both did the wedding yourself. You simply decorated your guys' home. And made everything look nice. You both baked the cake and made the food. You had your wedding outfit on and Striker was wearing a nice suit. You both were happy with what you had. You didn’t need some grand wedding and a bunch of guests. You and Striker always had each other, you guys didn’t need anyone. You and Striker both stood in front of the wedding cake, laughing, the cake didn’t look perfect but it was the cake you both made. But you guys had a few guests. Striker’s horse Bombproof, his snake Noodle, and your cat (cat’s name) so it was nice to have at least three people at the wedding. You and Striker carried everything out back. While you placed the rings on the table, Striker was a nervous mess but he was ready to marry you and it was time for you both to give your vows, and Striker went first.

“ (Y/N), my darlin, my pumpkin, my stars, my partner in crime, my healer, and the one who made me feel like not everything I care about is gone. You showed me how to care and love again. To not be scared when I’m in love. You helped me through many challenges. Never judged them either. Even though I’m a wanted criminal and I can’t give you a better life. I want to thank you, for sticking by my side through the good, bad, and ugly. You are someone who helps people like me. And I never understood why, but I do know you have a good heart, a giving one. Just like you give and care for me. I want to do the same for you, for the rest of our life together. I love you (Y/N), I'm glad on this day I can call myself your husband. “

Striker stared at you, he could see the tears of happiness in your eyes, he lifted up his hand and wiped them away. You both kiss and help slip each others’ rings on and hold hands smiling at one another. Striker stood behind you and held your hands and you both cut the cake together. Feeding each other the cake and then dancing with each other. Striker’s wrapping his tail around your waist as the two of you dance under the stars. Striker caress your cheek throughout the dance. You didn’t know that Striker was this good at dancing but he seemed to be having fun twirling and dipping you. As he peppers sweet kisses on your neck and mumbles into your neck how much this day will be important to him forever. How he’ll love you forever and ever. At the end of the wedding. You and Striker went back inside, taking a bubble bath together and getting into comfortable clothing. You two cuddled in bed and you stared the ring on your finger, Striker plops a kiss on your cheek and grinned. He leaned and whispered something in your ear which made you blush, you smirked at him and nodded, this was going to be a fun night.

Fizzarolli: You had met Fizzarolli through Blitzo. This happened when Blitzo wanted to get revenge on Fizz for calling him out at Ozzie’s because he couldn’t get revenge on Verosika or Asmodeus. But he seemed to be ready for Fizz. But things didn’t go as planned and before you and Blitz could get kicked out by security. Fizzarolli wanted to talk with you, so while Blitz was getting kicked out Fizzarolli had bought you a drink and the two of you talked. Fizzarolli made you laugh and blush. He seemed to be loving the sound of your laughter and it made him smile. But when you did have to go home, Fizzarolli gave you his phone number, the two of you always text, send each other selfies, and call whenever you two could. What became texting and phone calls. Soon became hanging out and going to his performances. And what became hanging out soon turned into dating. The jester clown loved and adored you. You always made him feel loved and safe. But with his status it was hard to keep your relationship a secret but he didn’t mind letting people know you were his. After a long while of dating, Fizzarolli had been in deep thought. You meant everything to him and were always there for him when he was at his highest points and at his lowest points. Fizzarolli knew one thing right now and that was, he wanted to marry you and he started to plan.

Fizzarolli decided to take you to a theme park and not the cheap rundown one. They used his robotic version at. He took you to Loo Loo World. You had an absolute blast on all the rides, sharing sweet treats with Fizz, and winning prizes for each other. You both took pictures and recorded videos to remember this moment. When night had set. Fizzarolli brought a beautiful view of the amusement park. You watched him walk over and had his phone to someone while whispering and paid them. The person nodded and Fizzarolli walked over to you and pointed at the sky. You looked up seeing fireworks shoot into the sky and spelt out ‘ Will You Marry Me (Y/N) ? ‘ You looked at Fizz to see him on one knee with a green velvet box, he opened it to reveal the ring. You looked at the ring and smiled at Fizz. You told the silly imp jester that you would marry him. He pulled you down with his robotic arms and kissed you. Fizz slipped the ring on your ring. “ I’m so happy you said yes, baby. “ He gave you another kiss and the two of you went home. After a while the wedding had finally arrived, and you had a wedding outfit. Blitzo was giving you away on your wedding day, he had walked you down the aisle as you could see Fizz standing there all dressed and looking nervous, just like you.

When standing up there with Fizzarolli both of you held hands and stared into each others’ eyes while smiling. Never in his life Fizzarolli would think this moment would be happening. That he would be getting married, he sighed and smiled at you, basking in your beauty. You were breathtakingly more beautiful than anyone else here. The marriage officiant talked while you and Fizz were ready to give your vows and Fizz went last.

“ (Y/N) this took a while to write and I have to thank Ozzie for the help. But I wanna take this moment, our special day to thank you. Even though you were helping my idiot brother with some revenge plan. I’m glad I got to meet you. Because your laughter and smile make me feel warm. It makes my day to know that you are okay. You not only respect my boundaries. But you respect me as a whole person, everyday and every moment is a blast with you. You know how to have a good time and you know how to make me laugh. I enjoy the quiet times we spend together, how we cuddle on the couch and laugh at sappy romance movies. I love that snorting sound you make when you laugh. You may hate it but I think it's adorable. But I can’t wait to hear you laughing for the rest of our laughs. After this day not only will we be friends and partners. But we will be married, a new chapter starts for us and I can’t wait to fill the black pages with you, I love you (Y/N) forever and always. “

You cried tears of happiness and it was now official. You and Fizz were married, the two of you cut the cake and shared a dance. Fizzarolli loved holding you while you both danced. How he had always dreamed about this and now it was a reality. After the wedding you and Fizzarolli head back home, he carried you inside and was singing to you. He carried you to the bedroom and tossed you on the bed carefully, then crawled on top of you and cuddled you, he kissed you softly and held your hand. “ I love you (Y/N). “ He said, the two of you kissed and held each other all night long.

Asmodeus: You and Ozzie knew each other since childhood, your family and his family were good friends. Ozzie grew up to be the king of lust and you were a famous actor. Sometimes you did perform at Ozzie’s lounge and something about seeing you on stage made him happy. But he always found his chest getting tight and his stomach doing flips whenever you laughed with him or hung out with him in his office. He also often found himself getting jealous hearing others talk about you in a romantic way or in a lewd way. With him being the king of lust, he found it gross and upsetting how people would lust after you. Ozzie had become protective and you noticed. He seemed to always want to be around you and would try to hold your hand whenever you both walked. So you had asked him what’s up and he sighed, telling you that he had caught feelings for you. That the king of lust had fallen in love, he felt like a hypocrite since he often judged others for love. But his eyes widened when you told him that you loved him as well but didn’t know what to say and was scared. Ozzie hugged you and apologized for making you feel like you could never confess. After that the two of you started dating and Ozzie didn’t care what the papers said about him. He was happy to have you as his partner.

He didn’t care what others thought and what the papers said. You and Ozzie laughed at the gossip and would kiss. Of course with being the king of lust. That didn’t stop Ozzie from making you flustered all the time. But his love was always passionate and he knew how to make you feel comfortable. Everyday and every moment was breathtaking with Ozzie, and after a long while of dating the king of lust wanted to marry you. So he would start planning. So whenever you were busy with work and gigs. He would plan and he kept the ring on him at all times. He wasn’t going to propose to you at his lounge. No, he wanted something more special. He had rented out your favorite fancy restaurant and both of you arrived there in the limo. No sexual remarks or flirtatious words came from Ozzie the whole ride. You asked him if he was okay, and he smiled at you. “ I’m fine, my little rose, just thinking about this night. Don’t worry, I'm fine. “ He gave you a kiss and the limo stopped. The two of you walked inside and had the best dinner. As you were eating, Ozzie reached out his hand and took your small one in his large one. You stared at him and he looked nervous. “ (Y/N), we have been dating for a long while despite all the gossip, I'm glad you stuck by my side so will you continue sticking by my side by marrying me? “ Ozzie said, while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a light blue velvet box and opening it to reveal the ring. You gasped and looked at Ozzie then at the ring then back at Ozzie. You smiled and nodded at him, Ozzie laughed with delight and slipped the ring on your finger, he kissed your hand and the two of you carried on with dinner.

You and Ozzie went all out for your wedding, you both invited your friends and family. Your wedding was in the papers and thankfully it wasn’t dragging your wedding through the mud. It was a royal wedding so people tried to get in and be a part of this beautiful day. You walked down the aisle with your father as the guests admired your lovely wedding outfit. You finally stood up there with Ozzie, your friend, your partner, and your soon to be husband. You almost wanted to cry because you remembered how you and Ozzie would throw weddings for your stuffed animals when you were both kids. And here you were, having a wedding with him. You held each others’ hands while the marriage officiant talked. It was time to give the vows and Ozzie went last.

“ (Y/N) I’m glad you said yes. Since childhood we knew each other, our families were friends and we became friends. I will remember how we would sneak cookies and make mud pies so that we could have a cake for our stuffed animals getting married. You were always a fun person to be around and I knew you were going to grow up to be someone great. And you did, then you became my partner, my everything, and you showed me something more than lust. You stuck by my side despite the gossip, rumors, and what those media leeches say. I’m glad you became my partner and I’m glad you’ll become my spouse. I want to go to bed every night seeing that pretty little smile and wake up every morning seeing that smile. I love you and will always love you. I’ll do my best to keep you happy, make you laugh, and to keep you smiling. Just like you do for me. I can’t wait to leave here with you as my forever soulmate. “

Ozzie finished his vows and the marriage officiant had declared you both married. Ozzie picks you up and kisses you. The most passionate and sweetest kiss was this moment at your guys wedding. Ozzie and you cut the cake together, danced, and opened wedding gifts. You listened to the speeches that the guest gave. And you both like Fizz’s speech. After the wedding, you and Ozzie went home; he carried you inside and continued towards the bedroom. He undid his tie, leaning down to kiss you and you kissed back. He held you close in bed so that you could hear his heartbeat. He showered you with kisses and rubbed your legs. “ (Y/N) I love you. “ Ozzie said and kissed your head, you were so exhausted from the wedding that you had drifted off to sleep in the arms of your husband.

Chaz: You only knew Chaz because you helped him fake his death to get away from Crimson. You always helped others fake their death and start a new life. You made a lot of money from doing it, but you kept your life private for safety reasons. But after helping Chaz, the weird shark man couldn’t help but want to be around you, even though he had thanked you many times for helping him escape. He still thanked you and insisted on you both being friends. You didn’t really have friends so you agreed to welcome Chaz as a friend. At first you found him annoying. His attempts at flirting always made you yawn and roll your eyes. You especially would beat his ass, whenever he was in your bed and trying to seduce you. But after hanging out with Chaz a lot you soon developed feelings for the horny goofball. And the two of you began dating but kept it on the down low. Especially Chaz had to do it. Surprisingly Chaz was a good boyfriend. He listened to you and respected your boundaries. He loved watching movies with you and would let you work. His favorite nickname to call you was sharkbait. You sighed but blushed everytime he called you this. With a beautiful relationship, Chaz saw you as more than a partner. He wanted to marry you. He didn’t want to lose you, he didn’t want his relationship to end like it did when he had dated Moxxie and Millie. He wanted you and only you. So he carefully and secretly got you a ring.

While you were out shopping, you had come home with bags of groceries but a delicious smell filled your nose. You had seen that Chaz made dinner, you were surprised that he didn’t burn your apartment down. At first you thought he just ordered the food but on closer inspection you could see he took time to cook. Chaz walked over and put the groceries away. He led you over to the table and rambled how cooking show networks are the best things to have been introduced to television. You and Chaz talked while eating dinner. You watched as Chaz left the kitchen and came back with something behind his back. You tilted your head and looked at him. “ (Y/N), I know sometimes I can be annoying and a pain in your ass. Heh and I want to continue to be that annoying pain in the ass, but as your husband. “ Chaz revealed a dark blue velvet box and opened it. “ Will you marry me? “ He showed you the ring. You smiled and couldn’t believe that Chaz was serious but you didn’t say no, you told Chaz yes and hugged him. Chaz hugged back and showed you the sweetest smile and he slipped the ring on your finger.

You and Chaz did a private ready but you did make sure it was your guys’ dream wedding. Thanks to the people you helped. They were able to make that happy. It pays having connections to the mob. You had on your wedding outfit and chuckled seeing Chaz having a difficult time with his tie. You walked over and helped him, once done the two of you took your wedding picture. And held hands. The wedding may be small but you both knew that it was safer that way and that you didn’t need some grand wedding to prove how much you love each other. Chaz adores your vows and how sweet they sound through your sweet lips. And now it was time for him to give his vows, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and carefully unfolded it, you chuckle seeing Chaz almost drop the paper. He cleared his throat and looked at you smiling wide.

“ (Y/N) my dear, sharkbait, how much I adore you and I’m glad you took a chance on a guy like me. Because I never expected to meet someone as amazing as you. Because you mean the world to me, I love the way you smile when you look at me, I love how you laugh at my stupid jokes, and I love how you yell at me when I do something dumb and you forgive me when I do those dumb things. I want to be by your side and only your side. No one can measure up to your greatness, you know how to make everyday special and I want to continue to make everyday special with you, but as your husband, I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow as your husband, I love you sharkbait. “

Chaz set the paper down and looked at you. You stepped towards him and kissed him, Chaz closed his eyes and pulled you close. The passionate kiss you both shared made you feel like nothing else in Hell mannered. That just this day, this moment, and you two were all that mannered. Chaz pulled away and smiled at you. He pulled out his phone and played a song you both could dance to. Chaz wasn’t a really good dancer but neither were you but you two had fun dancing with each other and laughing whenever the other stepped on the other's foot. You and Chaz had cleaned up from the wedding, you both sat on the couch eating the wedding cake in your pajamas and watching your favorite movie. During the movie after finishing the cake. You laid on top of Chaz, he was rubbing your back and kissing your head. “ I’ll only have eyes for you and only you, I love you, my (Y/N) my little sharkbait. “ Chaz said softly and held you close.

Verosika: You were a movie star in Hell and met Verosika when she was guest starring in a movie with you. She was playing your love interest. At first you and her didn’t get along and fought a lot on stage, she would call you brainless and no talent while you called her petty and spoiled. But things changed when Versoika had a meltdown on stage after the director said something that seemed to really hurt her and ran off. You sighed and followed her. You walked to her dressing room, and saw her looking in the mirror and crying. She picked up her flask to drink with shaken hands but instead she threw and punched the mirror and injured her hand on impact. You ran over to help her but Verosika fust, you told her to pipe down and you bandaged her hand while she sat there in silence. Verosika eventually spilled the beans on what happened and you were able to calm down, soon you both returned to stage and when the director tried to say something you both told him to shut up or he’ll be replaced faster than a broken glass. The director stayed quiet and the movie continued on.

Even after the movie was done and released. Verosika still wanted to be friends with you, so you agreed to be friends with her. The two of you did a lot of shopping, interviews, trips, and selfies. Verosika adored having you around. There were good moments and bad moments. Whenever she was having a melt down, over time you and Verosika started to date. She loved, spoiled, and would shower you in affection. She had never felt this happy especially after what ex Blitzo had done to her. But Verosika pushed away that pain to start something healthy for herself, for both of you. After a long while of dating Verosika’s friends has teased about her when there will be wedding, not knowing they were joking. She thought to herself, should she marry you? You both had been dating for a long while and you hadn’t stolen her credit card or used her. “ I’ll plan something… “ she said to herself. And plan something she did because Verosika decides to plan and she went with taking you on a private beach she owned. You are both in your swimwear and carrying a picnic basket. After setting everything up, Verosika watched you swim while she was tanning. While the sun was setting you and Verosika had your picnic, while you were eating. Verosika played with something in her lap. She looked at you and smiled. “ (Y/N) how do you feel about marriage? “ She said, showing you a hot pink velvet box, she opened it and showed you the ring with the gold band. You almost choked on your food but with tears in your eyes you nodded at her.

Verosika smiled and slipped the ring on your hand, She hugged you and cried. She was glad you said yes. You and Verosika decide to spend the night in her beach house and listen to the ocean while holding each other. After that night and a few weeks the wedding was finally here and you were glad it was, your poor girlfriend had been stressing about this wedding. Lots of screaming on the phone, firing people, and having to get things fixed. But the wedding came out beautiful but you looked more beautiful in your wedding outfit. You watched as Vortex had walked Verosika down the aisle, she looked like a goddess in her wedding dress. She stood up there with you and held your hands and it was time for the vows, Verosika went last, she had tears in her eyes as she spoke.

“ (Y/N) this is not just my day but our day. A day I never thought would come, everyday I’m sorry that I was a bitch to you because you were the only one who was by my side and stuck by myself. When you agreed to be my partner, I was scared because I had been hurt before. But you taught me how to love again. How to love myself again. And for that I thank you and I want to continue to thank you as your wife. I want the world to know that I am yours and you are mine. I love you (Y/N) thank you for giving me another chance at happiness. “

Verosika finished her vows and the two of you shared a kiss while everyone cheered. You cut the cake with your succubus wife and danced with her. Verosika didn’t care about anyone else there but you. After the wedding, the two of you head home. She was throwing out suggestions of where you both should have your honeymoon. You chuckled listening to your wife, talking about honeymoon ideas. You sat on the couch, and she came back with two glasses of wine. She handed you a glass and sat by you. She took out her phone and took a picture of you both. She cuddled up next to you and the both of you drank wine and watched a movie. “ Remember how our characters got married in the movie. It's just like this but our movie has no ending. “ She kissed her cheek and crawled on top of you. “ Ready for the rated R version. “ She said with a wink.

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midnight memories

✩‌ jeno x reader | established relationship | fluff | suggestive | 1.1k

SUMMARY | in which you spend new year's eve on the streets of paris with your boyfriend. // part of the connection series

WARNINGS | steamy make-out session, some handsy pda in an alleyway, brief voyeurism from strangers who pass by, suggestive themes implied post-fic

RATING | mature

AUTHOR'S NOTE | i'll eventually get the other fics out for this series, but for now, take this gift~ happy holidays and happy new year's everyone! hope y'all enjoy <3

TAGLIST | @sehunniepot

The City of Love is a sight to adore.

You revel in the beauty of Paris while running around the warmly lit streets hand-in-hand with the love of your life, laughing in delight and weaving through small groups of people. Not too fast though, as the cobblestones are still damp from the rainfall several hours ago.

Jeno feels lucky that tonight's sky is clear and that the atmosphere is filled with a mere breeze. Although he would be happy to spend New Year's Eve with you under any circumstances, he wants tonight to be perfect.

He can't help it; he always wants everything to be perfect for you.

There weren't any particular plans for this getaway. You two decided to travel here on a whim since you never go anywhere for the holidays.

Dinner tonight was at a lavish restaurant that Jeno's best friend recommended to try if he was ever in Paris. You make a mental note in the back of your mind to remember to thank Jaemin for the great recommendation.

Dessert was more casual—delectable goods from a local bakery that was nearby the restaurant. They were the perfect amount of sweetness to satisfy your cravings.

And now, after walking off the food, you're now exploring the streets aimlessly. No Google Maps, no sense of direction, no plans whatsoever.

Who cares where you end up, as long as you have each other?

You squeal in surprise as Jeno tugs you to one side of the street between two narrow buildings. A soft glow casts above you from the faraway lamppost and the shining moon, but besides that, the area is mostly dark and privy to the streets.

His lips find yours, capturing them ardently. Normally, he's tender from the get-go, but not tonight.

Perhaps it's because you're in Paris, perhaps it's because it's New Year's Eve, or perhaps it's simply because he's utterly in love with you even after years of being together, but he's desperate to show you how much you mean to him tonight.

Jeno presses himself against you and you're pinned between him and the brick wall. Deep kisses ensue with the occasional dipping of his tongue and the firm palming of your neck, your face, and the side of your waist covered by the skin-tight black dress of yours he loves so much.

Passion courses further as his lips traverse downward your neck. Your body reacts eagerly by fisting his black t-shirt and loose brown suit jacket.

Every part of your body is on fire, yearning for his attention, and he tries to give the appropriate care where he can. If not your pretty mouth, your neck. If not your neck, your bare shoulders. His touch grasps what his mouth can't reach in this standing state—your waist, your ass, your barely covered thighs.

The more you reach for him in want, the more his jacket begins to fall off his sturdy frame. The tables switch when your mouth latches onto his exposed skin, sucking at the side of his neck right above his clavicle. He hisses at the sensation, followed by a soft moan.

It takes all of Jeno's willpower to not take you right then and there in the alleyway, but he knows he'll have you all to himself tonight—all the way until morning breaks and your body can't handle it anymore.

Right as Jeno is about to cup your breast, some nearby hollers and whistles of young boys across the street breaks the moment, reminding you of the reality that you're still in public.

Your love drops his hand and tips his forehead against yours. Despite the broken high, you're both panting and smiling, knowing this won't be the end of tonight's shenanigans. After a quick glance at his watch, Jeno takes you by the hand again and says you two should try to head towards the river to watch the fireworks.

Along the way, you stop by to admire a beautiful stone fountain with a few God-like statues branching out from the stem.

Another glance at his watch, and Jeno remarks how it's coincidentally 11:10pm. Quickly, you ask if he has a coin on him for you to throw in order to match the perfect timing for an 11:11 wish.

He nods, but there's a flash of a clandestine smile you're unsure what to make of from him; it fades right as he rummages through his pant pocket for one.

Facing the fountain, you close your eyes and think of a wish.

The wish is nothing grand, just hope that things will mostly be the same as they are right now because you're already so happy with your current state of life. You love your job, you love where you are right now, and you love who you're with.

A splash and a smile later, your eyes flutter open.

Beside you, Jeno is on one knee with a small opened box in his hand.

You gasp, pressing your palm against your slack-jawed mouth.

Since you're in complete shock, the proposal is honestly a blur.

All that matters though is the earnest look in his eyes as he asks you to be the one for him for the rest of his life, the many yeses you say between the happy tears, how perfect the ring fits, and hugging Jeno tightly as he swings you mid-air.

You try to add extra pressure in each hug like it's a promise, telling him that you're his. Always have been, always will be.

Laughing off the tears and not wanting to be late for the New Year's celebration, you jog towards the sparkling river to have a better sight of the Eiffel Tower's fireworks. You line up near the back of the large crowds, as is expected of tonight. Nevertheless, you're just grateful to be here on New Year's Eve in the City of Love with your boyfriend—now fiancé.

And soon enough, the countdown begins with your hand intertwined with his.

By huit, Jeno squeezes your left hand harder, his thumb gently grazing over the glimmering rock over your ring finger.

By cinq, you're gazing into each other's eyes.

By trois, he's palming your face, not caring if he starts the kiss of the new year prematurely.

By un, you're one with each other, locked at the lips with your arms now slung over his shoulders.

The blasting of the fireworks and joyous yells of everyone occur in the background. When you finally pull away to breathe, he positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He watches the magnificent colours streak through the sky continuously, but after a few moments, he catches you not paying an ounce of attention to them. Instead, you're fixated on him, and you're beaming back with one of the biggest grins he's ever seen on you.

Yes, the City of Love is a sight to adore.

But it's unparalleled to the sight of his entire world looking back at him with such immense affection; the brightest light shining back at him is one he never would've imagined he could stumble upon in this lifetime.

New Year's really couldn't get anymore perfect than this.

#jeno x reader #jeno fluff #jeno fanfic #jeno imagines #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct dream fanfic #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #jeno scenarios #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #yn brainrot

[luvsugu]

housemate suguru (sighs dreamily)

geto suguru x reader fluff!!!! housemate!AU </3, kinda canon divergence (as in, geto doesnt die and is happy with his best buddies), lots of domestic themes!!, will also probably expand on this idea later hehe

housemate!suguru who moves out of the bigger bedroom when you move in with him because he doesn't want you to have enough space for all your things (aka your cute trinkets n collectibles)

housemate!suguru who always asks if you want him to include your clothes in his load of laundry so that you don't have to worry about it for later. he even folds your clothes neatly into a basket so they don't get wrinky if you wanted to deal with putting them away later.

housemate!suguru who always wants to eat meals together because he enjoys your company (he'd never admit it and refuses to acknowledge the pout you point out when you once came home just before midnight and he ate by himself). eating meals together is just good for the soul!!!!!!!

housemate!suguru who does the dishes whenever you cook because he says it's only fair. he really really likes when you decide to help him out anyway or just stick around him to give him company (like sit on the counter and continuing the conversation from your shared meal)

housemate!suguru who also reassures you that you don't have to worry about any of the dishes when you want to bake (for whatever reason, whether its for the two of you or for others). THIS always makes your knees weak because!!! he's lingering around, just waiting and eagerly helping you and being a total sweetheart. he also loves taste testing!!!

housemate!suguru who cleans the apartment with you every sunday like you two are some married couple. the sun is shining!! music is playing in the background!! and you two are giggling with each other!!! he loveslovesloves having sunday resets with you because it's just so calming and it also is a way that you two bond. he's a very tidy person so he appreciates you joining him and putting in the effort to make sure you guys' home stays tidy and cozy.

housemate!suguru who (if you didn't know already) teaches you how to care for houseplants. it's a little hobby of his and he says that it makes the house look and feel more alive. that and he just enjoys the aesthetic (which goes hard for the tiktoks/vids that he's post??? this dude lives and breathes plant girl aesthetic)

housemate!suguru who pushes the cart when you two go grocery shopping so you can oogle as much as you want in the aisles. he always physically writes down stuff that he needs and, more often than not, you're the one who holds that list. it's sosososo cute seeing your thinking face when you look for stuff on the shelves. he also knows the thinking face you have for when you're trying to put things you both don't need in the cart--what doodoo excuse are you going to give him that he'll pretend to believe because he can't say no to you?

housemate!suguru who makes you carry the lightest grocery bags because you deserve no less. yes help him, but let him inflate his own ego by helping YOU (just pretend you don't see him telling his curses to help bring groceries inside). he also is the one to put things in the fridge away while you take care of all the pantry stuff. it just became routine at this point and suguru mentally giggles and kicks his feet at how domestic it is

housemate!suguru who rolls his eyes at gojo whenever gojo teases him about you, saying that "suguru's playing family with y/nnnn~" and "they always eat together, do groceries together, and even clean the apartment on sundays together!" and OF COURSE shoko is entertained because "omg? i thought you said you liked living alone?"

housemate!suguru who truly can't escape satoru and shoko, begrudgingly lets them into your guys' shared apartment after coming UNANNOUNCED!!!!! and you are of course thrilled to actually meet them and happily invite them for dinner. suguru is pouting and sulking the entire time because your "y/n and suguru" weekend plan to take a day trip to mt. fuji turned into a "y/n, suguru, satoru and shoko" weekend plan

#jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jjk reader insert #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen one shot #jjk one shot #jujutsu kaisen imagine #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #geto x y/n #geto suguru fluff #geto fluff #geto suguru headcanons #geto suguru reader insert #geto suguru drabble #geto x reader

[agendabymooner]

sweet little similarities ! sebastian v. x ofc (filipino!ofc)

summary: the little kimuel vettel is becoming more like his dad sebastian as the days go on. AND the vettels go on family trips with the schumachers while everyone dote on the little man.

content warning: dad!seb and mom!ofc, seb is at his beekeeping/country living phase (not age), tooth rotting fluff, gina and ofc (barbie) being besties, brief mention of ofc (barbie) x mick schumacher relationship, the parents being matchmakers, the vettels are just amazing lol, uncle lewis in the comments, baby!vettel is sebastian coded and i love them ur honour

note: i’m back in town, now i have to pack my stuff before moving in two weeks :) enjoy xx

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liked by lance_stroll, lewishamilton, ginaschumacher

user1 POUTY BABIES 😭😭

user2 i’m scared of the day kimi becomes a driver— god knows what can happen when a vettel steps into the room

user3 a lot of kindness and feral energy for sure 🥹

barblanco no wonder why i’ve seen kimi’s pout before! it’s from seb! 🤣 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel you’ve seen it way too many times in the past eight years 😂

mickschumacher he definitely is seb 2.0 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel no doubt!

lewishamilton he might be shy but he is so much like seb because of how tight his hugs could get 😂 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel he learned from the best! ❤️

scuderiaferrari who did it better?

belongvettel definitely kimi 😂

scuderiaferrari we agree 😩

barblanco posted a story !!!

tagged ginaschumacher, mickschumacher, belongvettel

liked by pierregasly, arthurleclerc, logansargeant

ginaschumacher omg best friend we looked so cute in that first pic 😭 liked by barblanco

barblanco i agree best friend !!!

mickschumacher ginaschumacher 😒😒😒

user1 i live to see gina and mick fighting over barbie like yes bby i love me some sibling rivalries

user2 mother bel 🥰

user3 kimi kimi kimi a man after midnight liked by barblanco

logansargeant jealous of your trip not gonna lie 😅 liked by barblanco

barblanco from one person from a hot weather area to another, i’d never recommend going to a cold weather place without any preparation 😂 me and kimi were practically wrapped around the thickest jackets ever and i thought i had to waddle around with them

alex_albon i’m not the type to be all protective but YOU gotta be careful lad 😳

user4 that’s alex warning logan about mick schumacher in case y’all looking for a context

arthurleclerc is that you teaching kimi how to snowboard?!

charles_leclerc is that you trying to “make conversations”?!

user5 i’m being promptly fed with bel, kimi and seb contents 😍✨

belongvettel some much needed vacation with you girls!! ❤️ liked by barblanco

ginaschumacher next time we’ll take kimi and leave the other two behind 🤩

barblanco ginaschumacher but that would mean that we’d have another seb in the trip 🤨

ginaschumacher no headaches though 😍 just spoiling bby kimi

tagged barblanco, ginaschumacher, mickschumacher

liked by lewishamilton, oscarpiastri, landonorris

oscarpiastri mick you’re getting TOO lucky mate

landonorris why am i seeing too much barbie and mick?? 😭

user1 bro don’t complain about it 😭 they might get scared

user2 where??? which one are the mick and barbie content?

user1 photos 6 and 8!!!

lewishamilton look at seb and kimi!!! he must be the most energetic person out of all of you 😂 liked by belongvettel

belongvettel kimi or seb? because either way they are always extremely energetic whenever they’re together 😂😂

user4 if kimi’s a mini sebastian then you must have the sweetest people loving the shit out of you 😭 i like the thought of that sm liked by belongvettel

belongvettel barbie is just as sweet too so i’m pretty much spoiled! 🥰😍

user5 barbie is the original sebastian jr. confirmed?!?!

user6 i’d say she’s half bel and half seb. she acts more like bel though!

user7 st. belinda of quezon, patron of the angels (sebastian and kimi)

bonus !!!

fun fact: kimi calls gina ‘gee’ and mick ‘kie’ (from mackie)

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[xxacademy]

Hello!

Love your work!

Can you do headcanon of Leon and the first * I love you * said with his So ? I always wondered how'd he'd say it. Or if he'd even say it first ? I'm torn lol

thank you so much anon,, it means a lot !!♥️ but truly i’m gushing over the thought of leon saying i love you for the first time. i decided to write more of a one-shot for this one because im obsessed. might make a legit head-cannon post alongside this though.

literally smiling and kicking my feet writing this agggh <3 hope you enjoy !!

she/her reader. pure fluff, only a little nsfw.

head over heals in love is the only way to describe the way you feel for his stunning blue eyes and gentle soul. leon, the man you’ve been seeing for a few months *formally* asked you to be his girlfriend. he was rather reserved at first, and opened up to you slowly. gradually letting you into the beautifully strung web of his heart. it wasn’t a question of if you loved him, but rather if you should even tell him how you felt. it was nerve racking- the man of your dreams fell into your lap and the last thing you wanted was to throw it all away to a premature confession of your love.

so, you gave it the time you felt it deserved.

all the while leon treated you like a princess. he would pick you up on his motorcycle and drive you around the city. your arms encircled tightly around his waist, getting lost in the dream-like glimmer of the nighttime skyline. he would serenade you with his thoughts, telling you the most unbelievable stories imaginable. often while snuggled up on a park bench overlooking the horizon.

leon was unbelievably romantic, he spared no expense to shower you with little compliments. “my gorgeous girl” he often said, his eyes always fixed on you.

he made love to you in a way you have never experienced before. it was overflowing with passion. he touched your body like a work of art; a work of art that solely belonged to him. between his whimpers he would let out little love swept praises. “my girl, my beautiful girl, all mine.”

but what made you fall even deeper for him were the heart-melting moments of domesticity you shared. he comes over to your house after work and you always greet him at the door with a kiss. one that usually turned into him pinning you against the wall, his hands resting low on your hips. only to break it off by saying you prepared him dinner. he will insist that you didn’t have to. but, you always assure him that it was no trouble at all. just another bespoke limb of your affection.

at the dinner table he will go on in great detail about his day. little moments like these made you feel like his wife, and my god, you wanted to be his wife.

and in every one of these moments those god forsaken word’s were begging to come out. plagued by your own insecurity, you were stuck in the limbo of two soul mate’s afraid to say to “L” word.

…

it’s about 11pm and you’re getting settled into bed. you’re wearing nothing but the t-shirt leon had “accidentally” left at your house. it smelled irresistible, his sent lingering strongly in the black cotton. you mindlessly scrolled your phone, constantly switching back to leon’s messages. impatiently waiting for the just got home, are you having good night, baby? text he normally sends you.

knock knock knock

abruptly you get up, running to the door. confused and racking your mind as to who could be knocking. you chalk it up to being a neighbor- because who the hell else would show up unannounced at nearly midnight.

you open the door; just a crack, careful not to expose your lack of dress.

“hey pretty girl.” of course it’s leon, wearing all black, dangling a helmet in his hand.

“leon! oh my god! what are you doing here? i’m sorry, i’m not really dressed” you fumble.

“is that my shirt?” he asks with a smirk.

you blush, whispering a shy “yes..”

“i mean who wouldn’t wanna come home to their girl wearing his shirt?” he embraces you, resting his head in the nook of your shoulder. he whispers “i missed you.”

“is that why you’re here?” you tease.

“well, i wanted to talk to you.”

your heart skips a beat, for whatever reason feeling a sense of dread. is he going away for work? is going to break up with me? it’s not really rational to think that way, but leon isn’t exactly predictable.

“no need to get nervous, it’s good- i think”

“what’s good?” you ask, trying not to jump to any conclusions.

“here c’mere, let’s sit”

you sit in the couch comfortably under leon’s arm. he diverts the subject and tells you about his day, like he usually does. and you tell him about yours. leon’s a sweet talker, his deep and calming voice relaxing you. and without intending, he allows you to be yourself, you feel safe.

“i’ve been thinking about you, about us.” leon says, running his hands lazily along your exposed legs.

“yeah?”

“you occupy so much of mind, and i—uh— i really dunno how to put it, you just mean so much to me.” he pauses, shyness apparent on his blushed cheeks.

“honestly… and i really mean it— i love you”

leon looks nervous, anticipating your reaction. hoping that if rejection comes it’s quick and over with.

“i love you, leon.” with no hesitation you say the words he was always hoping you’d say. leon’s smile is bright, one of true happiness. he kisses you with fervor, pulling you closely to his chest.

“you’re all mine, my love” he says into the kiss.

“delightfully so.” you reply.

your heart is filled to the brim. swept off your feet by your charming boyfriend, truly in love.

#academy headcannons ☁️ #academy drabbles 🫧 #this is so fluffy and cute im <333 #leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil fanfiction #leon x you #leon kennedy x you

[pasteloctoz]

Hi there! So- @ajfromthestarss and @darlin-collins decided they wanted some angst and gave me the prompt "Darlin has a nightmare‼️ Sam comforts them🔥the nightmare was abt Quinn ‼️" So I wrote it. Fair warning- this is a bit intense, though it's also the first time I've posted angst before. But also, because I felt like this was pretty intense, there's some fluff at the end cause DAMN Darlin needs it. Also, It's 1,749 words so that's something.

Anyways, triggers: flashback to trauma, with mentions of character death and light details of body horror, there's a small panic attack and what I would consider a bit of a dissociative episode after the flashback, though that bit isn't too bad. I also kinda leaned into the canonicity of Darlin having body issues, specifically toward their scars so be aware of that. Like I said this was intense to even write about.

The ghosts of your past

You find yourself curled in bed, comfortable, scrolling on your phone. It was close to midnight and your mate was fast asleep next to you. Despite not needing sleep, he enjoyed it when the two of you would lay in bed together until one of you fell asleep. This time he was the one who fell asleep first.

You turn over onto your back, turning off your phone. Looking up at the ceiling, you thought about everything that had happened recently. Thoughts and feelings mixed in knots that desperately needed to be untied. Though, at that moment, there was no one there to untie those knots. No one to reassure you that everything would be okay. So, you let your mind wander, and before long, you were fast asleep.

When you opened your eyes, you felt for the dip in the bed where your mate layed. He wasn’t there which was to be expected with the way he slept. What was weird was that the dip didn’t even exist anymore. You got up, reaching for your phone on your nightstand, only to grab the air. Confused, you examined the room. It was familiar, you knew that much.

Your heart skipped a beat. You were in the small, unfurnished apartment you shared with him years ago. There was a gentle humming coming from outside the bedroom door. You recognized the humming from anywhere. He was here. Immediately your anger was pressed down by a solemn, calculated feeling. You took a deep breath and thought, “Now’s a better time than any, I guess.”

You opened the door, yawning while pulling up your hair into the signature bun you wore when you were with him. You noticed that your normal orange creme-colored pajamas had been replaced with some very old blue and white pajamas that you never wore anymore. You were nervous upon seeing your ex. Though, you didn’t know why. The last time you saw him you felt a strong deal of hate. You couldn’t recall the last time you had seen him for some reason. You didn’t care as you focused on the conversation.

“Hey, precious,” He smirked as he let a long breath of smoke out, almost like a dragon. The smoke detector was laid out on the kitchen island as he leaned against it. He never bothered to open a window, but he would put in all the effort to take apart a smoke detector… or at least mangle it ‘til it stopped screeching.

He handed you a cigar, to which you declined, “Not today…”

“C’mon precious, it’s just one. I know you don’t like them, but it’ll grow on you. Trust me.”

You ignored his comment, which seemed to get on his nerves. Though, he kept his cool as you spoke to him. You figured you’d pull the bandaid right off, “I- I think we should break up.” A chill went down your spine. It was that night. The night that you truly felt alone after so long.

“No,” you thought, “Not again. I can’t live through this night again. No. I- I have a mate. An actual mate th- that cares about me- Hi- His name is… What was his name?” You couldn’t remember your mate’s name even though it was on the tip of your tongue. You weren’t in control of your actions. You couldn’t tell him to fuck off. You couldn’t go see your friend, you couldn’t protect them. You were helpless to let this play out the way it always did. Whether it was in your head or in real life.

Your vision went black and within a few seconds, you found yourself wandering a dark void, helpless, alone, and scared. Eventually, you came across your friend, unempowered, helpless, and scared. They lay on the floor in front of you, staring into the abyss above you. Quickly, you rush to their side, worried. As you hold them in your arms, you take in the familiarity of their mutilated body. The bite marks, the scratches, even the small burns caused by your ex’s weak magic. You knew this part, you knew they’d still be alive you just had to get them to the hospital. You brushed their bangs out of their eyes, whispering gently to them, “Everything’s going to be okay, I can fix this,” but dropped them quickly when you realized their eyes were lifeless. You backed up quickly before bumping into something.

“Hello, precious,” your ex’s accent startled you as you whipped around, quickly to see nothing.

You heard him behind you again, “How’s your mate doing?” He spoke in the normal, teasing tone he used when he spoke to you last, “And his progeny? Oh, I’d give anything to see Fred now that I’m gone officially. Kind of makes me wish I had taken him the first time I met him.”

“How are you-”

“Nevermind that, I just wanted to let you know that no matter where you are. And no matter where I am, Sam is never safe-”

You wake up in a cold sweat and frantically look to your side. There he was, your mate, sound asleep. Catching your breath, you check the time… 3:34 am. You sigh and carefully make your way out of the room you shared with your mate, careful not to wake him up. You make your way to the bathroom after grabbing your clothing for the day. All of your thoughts and feelings were a jumbled mess.

You felt your heart was still racing as you walked over to the sink. You looked into the mirror, giving yourself a second to breathe. As you took your pajamas off, you examined the scars across your body. Slipping into your new clothes you thought for a moment, “These scars could’ve been avoided, had I not gotten with him.” Immediately you regretted your thought. If it weren’t for your ex, you wouldn’t have met your mate. Your mate that loved you, and cared for you. That didn’t excuse the things he did, and you knew that. You still held the same hate you had for him the moment he attempted to make your life a living hell.

After getting ready for the day, you sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee, thinking to yourself. You tried keeping your mind on other things, but nothing worked. You scanned the room for something to do, eventually, your eyes fell on your mate’s coat that laid across the sofa. Quickly, you finished your cup of coffee before grabbing a monster from the fridge and wrapping yourself in the coat. Instantly, you felt better as you walked out to the front porch and scanned the tree line surrounding the house.

After a while, you hear the gentle voice of your mate, “Darlin’? Did you fall asleep on the porch?”

You yawn, realizing that the sky was now fading into the morning. It was almost dawn, and Sam was out there to wake you up, “... What? Oh, yeah… I guess I did. Sorry ‘bout that.” You got up, remembering that you brought a monster with you outside. The can still felt cold, and you realized that your hands and feet were icy cold as well.

“Don’t apologize, I just seemed to get out of bed at the right time,” He reached out for your hand and was startled to find out how cold it was. “Jesus, Darlin’! How long have you been out here?”

You shrugged, “4:10 just about.”

He looked at you, concerned, “The hell were you doing up at 4:10!?”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Well, why not?” his face softened, though his accent was harsh along with his tone.

You decided it would be best to tell him the truth as the two of you made it into the living room, “I had a nightmare.”

The two of you sat down on the couch as worry crossed his face. It seemed to make sense to him after everything that had happened recently, “... Was it about him?”

You rubbed your arm awkwardly, “Yes.”

Immediately, your mate held your hand in his, tightly. He looked you in the eyes and spoke in a gentle, loving tone, “He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“I- I know… I’m just angry, I guess,” you gazed into his silver eyes as a soft smile teased the corners of your mouth. Just being near him would make you feel better about anything. You continued to speak as he looked confused, “I didn’t think that after it was all set and done with that he’d still bother me. I didn’t think he ever had that much of an effect on me.”

“Darlin’... I- Can I give you a hug?” you nodded and he held you as closely as you’d allow him to. He continued speaking to you as he embraced you, “Just because the problem is fixed doesn’t mean that all the… damage he caused you are healed. It takes time and patience to let a wound heal, and he left a pretty big fuckin’ wound. I should know.”

“I thought he would go away finally. I thought that he would stop haunting me. I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened, what I could’ve done, what I could’ve said. I don’t even want to think about him, I just want him to leave me alone.”

“Darlin’, even though you have ghosts in your past, you shouldn’t let those ghosts affect you in the present. What happened has happened. And I don’t know about you but even though there were some hardships, I’m happy the way it turned out. Because now I have you,” He held you tighter and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Sam… I love you,” you said, finally coming to terms with the fact that you would need time to heal. You knew that every step of the way Sam would be there, to comfort and take care of you.

“I love you too, Darlin’... You wanna know something?” He asked you as you pulled away to look at him.

“What?”

“I think It’s pretty damn cute that you wore my coat to go fall asleep on the porch.”

“I was cold.” You told him, smiling mischievously.

“Really? So that’s why you had your arms wrapped around yourself like you were giving yourself a big hug?” He smiled as he teased you.

“Just let me have this one,” you said as you sat closer to him and cuddled into his chest.

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fanfic #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted solaire clan #redacted quinn #redacted angst

[roseastralis]

MORE PANTALONE X READER FLUFF

slow dancing beneath the moonlight

pantalone x gn reader ; 584 words

➹ genre ; fluff, romance !

➹ info ; pantalone x gn!reader, 'you' prns used.

➹ warnings ; english is not author's first language

➹ author's note ; your wish is my command😋 i am glad that i have summoned all the regrator lovers last post, and i am very grateful ! <3 hope u guys enjoy this one

➹ masterlist

It was a usual snowy night in Snezhnaya. Although it was terribly cold, and you had to wear a couple layers of clothing. The dinner was served cold, so you had to drink a few cups of tea just to warm up. You were taking a stroll around the garden, but the paths and soil were completely covered by the winter snow. Beautiful snowflakes landed on the ground, each and every snowflake having its own unique pattern.

Time ticked by, as you continued strolling around the beautiful snow-covered garden. Your nose and ears started to go red because of being out in the snow for a while. You look up and see the moon shining down upon you, the full moon almost being completely covered by the clouds around it.

You sigh, turning your back from the moon and deciding to return back to your warm house. It was getting too chilly outside—it was no use waiting for your lover to return this late night. Perhaps you should rest, you can just see Pantalone tomorrow once you wake up.

Just as you open the entrance gate to the mansion, you heard hurried footsteps behind you. You turn around and see Pantalone, who was obviously rushing to get home. He was wearing his winter coat with his eyeglasses slightly tilted, ears and nose red because of the chilly weather. You stand there in awe, admiring your lover's slightly messy appearance.

“My apologies, dearest. I had to work overtime as I had to speak to some others, for work purposes, of course.” He sighs, finally fixing his glasses and putting on one of his warm infamous smiles.

You rush to him immediately, engulfing him on a hug. You squeeze his torso, indicating that you missed him. You didn't feel cold anymore, because his warm body gave yours enough warmth to get rid of the cold. Pantalone hugged you back and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I'm glad you're back home. It's already twelve midnight, I thought something suddenly happened to you. I was worried, my dear.” You sigh, hugging him even tighter. You pressed your body closer to him, your face nuzzling on his chest. You could practically hear his beating heart.

“I'm very sorry for making you worry so much. I assure you that I'm fine. I can take care of myself after all, I'm not a fatui harbinger for nothing.” He chuckles, bringing his hand to comb your hair and pat your back. The wind suddenly picked up, swaying the both of you to the side—but the both of you did not let go of each other.

Pantalone took this opportunity and started swaying your bodies, swaying to the music of a certain Snezhnaya ballroom dance that was coming from inside the mansion. He started to guide you, the both of you slowly dancing in the middle of the beautiful garden.

More snow was falling from the skies, and the air was getting chilly each time. But the both of you did not care, as both of your bodies were warm enough to withstand the cold. The two of you were happily dancing beneath the soft bright moonlight, enjoying each other's presence.

Pantalone was whispering sweet nothings to your ears, exchanging ‘I love you's’ to each other. You both were clearly enjoying this moment, slowly dancing and making another enjoyable memory for the two of you to reminisce. The moonlight shone upon the two of you, happily shining its bright light.

likes & rblgs highly appreciated ! thank you all for the support <3

#🥀rose.writing♡︎ #🍫rose.genshin♡︎ #genshin #genshin impact #pantalone #pantalone fluff #pantalone x reader #regrator #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #fatui harbingers #fatui x reader

[yoimix]

𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦

series: yoimix christmas event !! (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)

pairing: alhaitham x reader

synopsis: if christmas is the season of giving, then you’re giving up on both alhaitham’s ability to play nice, and your teetering love life.

prompt: decorating the tree + mutual pining + modern au

genre: fluff, e2l

wc: 2.8k

warnings: language, this is just 90% bickering 

a/n: holy shit i got derailed from the schedule but i finally decorated the tree with my family (and attempted fixing the busted christmas lights) so merry christmas, my sunshines!! hope you have a lovely time and a wonderful year ahead ❣️

Alhaitham is a man of many talents.

Choosing Christmas ornaments is not one of them. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s aesthetically impaired or if he genuinely never decorated a tree before—but shopping with him has been one hell of a nightmare. It’s a shame he’s been selected as the one to host this year’s Christmas party. Lucky for him, the good samaritan in you decided to help him out. (Even though he told you to not bother and ‘mind your own business’.)

Not because you’re regrettably in love with him.

This year, Fate decided to stitch you a get-along sweater from previous years’ antics because you’re stuck helping him. You couldn’t refuse when Nilou personally called you up to make sure the background for the Instagram posts aren’t downright grotesque (of course, she put it rather nicely but that’s what she meant). You’d take any excuse to see his handsome face and sketch a frown onto it.

“Why the fuck did you buy the yellow ones? They’re hideous!” You hold up the bells, colored a neon yellow with sparkly bits and pieces, and certainly not easy on the eyes. It’s borderline vomit-colored. You never know how he manages to pick the worst thing that has ever befallen your eyes every time.

“They were Buy 6 Get 6 free.” Alhaitham shrugs. How you wish you could knock the nonchalant look off his face. 

“You don’t go by deals when you’re decorating!” You groan, exasperated. “Now we have twelve of these ugly motherfuckers.”

“They were also the first I saw in that aisle,” he answers, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand why you want to spend hours and hours walking around the department store when we can get the job done in five minutes.”

“Well, you’re doing a very sloppy job, bonehead.”

“At least we could get to the decorating part thanks to my intervention.” He crosses his arms. “Otherwise, we’d still be at the mall.”

“God, you are such a—ugh! Fine, let’s get on with it.”

Alhaitham hums in agreement—of course, he never bothers to spare more words than necessary. That’s an invitation to you, though, to provoke him till you have his full attention. Call it childish but you enjoy the cracks in his solid stances.

Besides, it’s not like he cares.

What you have is not a crush anymore—it’s festered into something more vile, more self-serving, and more fun. It’s not like it was back in college, when you could quarrel to your hearts’ content over assignments and exam scores. You have adult jobs now and seeing each other is much more irregular. You never expected silence to be so full of disquiet. 

However, the Christmas reunion every year gets blood rushing to your arteries faster than you let on. There is no greater spectacle for your friends than you and Alhaitham trying to one-up each other over every little festive detail. Last year, it was a squabble over the Christmas music selection, and the year before it was about the photos not turning out quite so well (Refer: Alhaitham’s lack of aesthetic sense), and once it was even about who’s the better driver just because you decided to drive to midnight mass. Let’s not even get started on preparing Christmas dinner. At the very least, though, your friends get to enjoy extravagant gifts from your unspoken gift-giving competition. It’s not like you’ll let a man flash his dollars in your face when you earn just as much, if not more. 

This year, obviously, you need to coach him on style.

“Don’t hang that on the tree—oh Jesus, I must personally apologize to you for whatever this heathen is doing to the tree. I promise I had no part in it—”

“Will you quit babbling and try to get shit done?”

You scoff. “I’d rather swallow concrete than let you put that up. I’m trying to save all of our eyes.”

“I highly doubt you have the capability.”

Alhaitham may not be that interested in this but like hell he’d let you do better. That’s the sort of man he is.

“You narcissistic ass…” You mutter, standing on your tiptoes to hang the rest of the little gift boxes.

“My, aren’t you sweeping self-awareness under the rug today?”

“Go fuck yourself, Alhaitham.”

You can feel the smirk on his face even if you don’t look up at him. 

To be very honest, you’re quite comfortable with how it is. Any step further, and you’ll be falling and scraping your knees; any larger distance and you’ll be bored out of your mind.

“Not that.”

You pull Alhaitham back by his sweater, somehow uglier than yours when you’ve been winning ugly sweater competitions since age eight. Seriously, whatever Eldritch horror rendition of a llama is on his sweater freaks you out. Apparently his niece stitched it herself so you’ll cut him some slack. It’s rather sweet of him, even.

“If not these, then what?” Alhaitham sighs, holding back the little neon murderers of the Christmas spirit. “Do you want to leave half the tree plain?”

“Obviously not, idiot. I’ll fashion some dice into ornaments. Ooh, maybe I can wrap some fruits in aluminum foil and hang them. I’ll paint.”

“What a nuisance,” he mutters, eyelids lowered. You swear it’s your lips he’s staring at but that can’t be possible.

It must be a trick of the light. You look away, shifting your focus to the leftover fairy lights. 

“And- and I have ribbons,” you continue, pretending you never noticed. “There’s also some Kalpalata lotuses we could stick in the branches. That’d be pretty, right?”

“Mhm, yes. Very unique.”

Your eyebrows travel halfway to your hairline. Alhaitham furrows his brows at your stunned silence, unsure of what caused the reaction.

“That’s the first time you’ve complimented me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Alhaitham’s serious response to your rivalry used to be your best validation. It’s not like you mind the occasional nice words though.

“Ooh, that makes me crave it more,” you tease, elbowing him as he purposely avoids your gaze.

“You get older but never wiser, do you?” He grumbles. 

“Then, O Great Sage, what is your wisdom tonight?”

Alhaitham turns to you sharply, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat. You can’t even take a step back for fear of the tree toppling. It seems he’s effectively grounded you. The lack of distance, however, does not fall inside your comfort zone. Is it terrible that you can’t stop staring? Everything about him is so annoyingly attractive, from the high cheekbones to the perfectly carved lips. 

“I know you enjoy pushing my buttons,” he speaks by your ear, voice low. “And efficiency is not a key you’ve ever held. But let’s try, hm?”

You’re only cheeky out of habit. “Do you like watching me squirm? Pervert.”

Alhaitham breathes out, clearly accepting his defeat. “It’s five already. Everyone arrives in two hours.”

You shrug. “We’re pretty much done, aren’t we? Unless you want me put in an ice rink and a cocktail bar too, your highness.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. You’re starting to miss the biting retorts. “Did you check the lights like I asked you to?”

“Oh shit.”

The Christmas lights are at least eight feet long and you have no idea why he has these. This man does not look like he feels any emotion from fairy lights. They’re braided every five light bulbs, and much to your and Alhaitham’s chagrin, they flicker and die midway. They are pretty though, emanatinga. warm golden glow. Very  

“God, I could be out partying right now,” you groan. “Why did I sign up for this?”

“That sounds like a plan. Please do me a favor and go partying.” Alhaitham takes the plug out of the socket, sighing. You press your lips into a thin line and snatch the plug, testing out the wiring. It’s just a little puzzle to solve. You’ve dealt with enough home electricals in your life. You can’t say the same for Mr Paper-for-brains.

“Despite your looks, you’re somehow the nerdiest loser I’ve ever met.” You huff, taking out each bulb and placing bits of aluminum foil to ensure the connections.

“What, because I don’t spend my Friday evenings inebriated?”

“Alcohol could do you some good, actually.”

He meets your retort with a sigh and you take it as a victory. You’re not some child throwing a tantrum that willful ignorance of your actions will get you to feel remorse. 

“It’s already sunset.” Alhaitham clicks his tongue. “The clock’s ticking and you still haven’t rid your habit of messing around with every little thing you see.”

“I’m not messing around! I just wanna solve it like a puzzle.”

“We could just buy new ones,” he states, a deadpan stare directed at you.

“...Or we could do that.” You turn away, breaking eye contact. “But seriously, don’t you find joy in solving some problems the hard way? Like, you wouldn’t set fire to a puzzle as an attempt to solve it.”

Alhaitham pauses, lips parted slightly but he can’t come up with a retort. He’s probably just amazed at your exceptionally stupid example. Even if that was your attempt to salvage your ego, you’re not entirely lying. You wouldn’t be here right now if you didn’t have the tendency to take longer, more troublesome, and more scenic routes. Your original sin is never letting go.

“Cat got your tongue?” You offer him a sarcastic smile. “I know it’s not the same—”

“The way you think is quite fascinating,” he says quietly. “I don’t understand—I’m drawn to it.”

You swallow your own words. Out of all the possible sentences that could’ve come out of his mouth, that wasn’t the one you were expecting.

“You’re creative,” he hums, tapping his fingers against the couch headrest idly. “And you’re strange.”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

For the first time this evening, Alhaitham laughs. It’s dry, but it’s a deep sound nonetheless. You can’t take your eyes off him.

“Somehow, I can never understand you,” he responds, leaning back against the wall. “Maybe I never will. You piss me off.”

You let go of the lights and move to sit on the couch arm, looking up at him with a wondrous smile.

“And yet, you always stare at my lips. Are you so eager for the profanities that leave them?”

“I do not.”

A subtle snarl twists his lips. 

“Oh? You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

“Do I now?”

His voice is raised, and he’s no longer leaning against the wall. This is getting exciting. You’d do anything to keep his eyes on you.

“Yes, and you can’t stand it,” you state your theory, even if you don’t believe in it. There are limits to the lengths you’ll go, but you haven’t reached there yet.

Alhaitham knits his brows, clearly soured with the exchange by now with his tense shoulders and deep frown. You quite like that look on him. Especially when he looks at you like that at this proximity. It’s an honor to rile up the Alhaitham, infamous throughout your academic life. You’re not so bad yourself.

You blow a raspberry at him. “Do it, coward. Kiss me.” 

“You know what? Fucking gladly.”

Before you can process it, a soft pair of lips push against yours, while his hands hold you by the waist to keep you in place. You give in for a flash of a second, before you pull away with a gasp. That was not good for your heart. However, you’re not the only one in dire conditions. 

Alhaitham is a sight to behold. His face is the color of ripe Henna berries—you’re not sure if it’s from the kiss or the fact that he’s still pissed off at you. You reach out to press your palm against his cheek, the gesture softening his gaze ever so slightly.

This time, you tug him in, the kiss hesitant at first before the two of you ease into it. When your noses bump, you hold back a giggle and you can feel him smile against your lips. Oh, you’ve never seen all these hues and shades before. You pull away, and he nearly chases your lips before his ego yanks him back by the collar.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” You smirk.

“Not a chance.”

“Then look me in the eyes.”

Alhaitham meets your gaze with no protest whatsoever, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Even in defeat, he manages to look like the arrogant bastard he is.

“Lying doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” you tut.

Alhaitham raises an eyebrow.

“Tell me again, what you said to me at graduation.”

“What did I say?” You feign ignorance. At the time, it seemed like an appropriate response to him holding up his 4.0 over your 3.95. The goal was never just summa cum laude.

“That you hate me,” he answers, pulling you closer and closer till his mouth hovers above yours. “Tell me you hate me and call me a liar once more. I dare you.”

“I hate you,” you breathe against his lips, “I hate you so much.”

“Liar.” The smile against your lips is sweeter than holiday season. In fact, it might even be comparable to your rich chocolate cookies in ecstasy. 

You pull away with a teasing smile. “Have you been thinking I hate you for all these years?”

Alhaitham rolls his eyes to the side, completely ignoring your remark.

“You like me, don’t you?” Your smile grows wider, a sudden rush of schoolgirl infatuation filling you. 

“How in the ever loving fuck did you come to that conclusion?”

The sarcasm drips like honey off his voice. As if you couldn’t fall any further.

“Maybe you should kiss me again, so I can gather more evidence for a stronger conclusion. I wouldn’t go wrong with my hypothesis.” You lean in, grinning as brightly as the stars in the sky.

He hums, fighting back a smile. “Well, I do support the scientific method.” 

“Okay, so whatever feud you’re having, I’m on (name)’s side—oh.”

Kaveh freezes at the doorway. Surely, the one image he never would’ve conjured up in his head was that of you sitting on the floor between Alhaitham’s legs, his arms wrapped around your waist as you sort through your Christmas cards. And the two of you are laughing. Is that not cause for concern? 

“You know, when people are built like a coconut tree, they shouldn’t be standing in front of doors—oh.”

Cyno is your next victim, and his jaw drops less conspicuously than Kaveh’s does but it surprises him nonetheless. He swears on his gold star espeon card that he’d sooner expect Alhaitham to drop dead than admit his crush on you. No, even if he got over his emotional constipation, Cyno didn’t think you’d be at peace without pressing something to his throat. It truly is a Christmas miracle.

“Boys, can we not clog the doorway?” Dehya groans. “I get that this is the first time you knuckleheads have ever sensed emotion, but we saw this coming a mile away.”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Dehya,” Dunyarzad pokes Dehya’s side, causing the latter to giggle and wrap her arm around Dunyarzad’s waist. “Besides, you went into shock too when I suggested they might have a thing for each other.”

Dehya opens her mouth and closes it again. “You got me there.”

“Alright now, everyone,” Nilou stands on her tiptoes to peek over Kaveh and Dehya’s shoulders. “I set them up and I can’t see the fruit of my efforts.”

“You did what?!” You yell, getting pulled down by Alhaitham when you try to get up. Shooting him a glare, you get comfortable anyway.

“Oh, now you hear me.” 

You try your best to not look offended. Alhaitham tilts his head to the side, an eyebrow raised in curiosity towards the information Nilou just dropped. There’s no schemes without him.

“You just needed an excuse and I knew—”

“Nilou, please stop talking, I’ll buy you more shiba inu figurines.”

“No bribe can—”

“Broadway tickets.”

Nilou makes a gesture of zipping her lips. “My lips are sealed, your highness.”

Alhaitham sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You do know that I’m aware of your advances? You’re not very subtle.”

Your jaw drops, offended. “I thought I was being sexy and flirty and mysterious.”

“You were literally none of those. All you did was drive me up a wall.”

“But did that work?”

“Yes.”

Kaveh makes a gagging sound. “If you guys start making out during Nightmare before Christmas, I will vomit all over you.”

“Did you pay rent or are you going to dirty someone else’s living room?” Alhaitham asks.

Kaveh looks away, whistling a note. It elicits a wave of laughter, and like dominoes, Christmas eve is set into motion. The presents line the base of the tree, the lights have been dimmed till only the fairy lights shine, and Alhaitham has started the hallmark movie after much grumbling. 

Maybe the Christmas spirit has some meaning after all; and you could debate this with your boyfriend, but it is the most wonderful time of the year to celebrate anniversaries.

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September 2023 Angel Fish Awards!

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words. (Click here to learn more about how to nominate a fic for an award!)

Nominated by @spnexploration

The Guest House by @deanwritings

Dean's in the middle of a bitter divorce when his ex, Lisa, rents out his guest house on Air BnB without his knowledge. Dean and the guest do not hit it off, quite the opposite! We've seen a great start to an enemies-to-lovers series here, can't wait to read the rest!

When The Bough Breaks by @niks-fics

This story was amazing! An abandoned baby is found and DNA shows her parent is a male Omega who was kidnapped years before. I loved so many of the storytelling elements, like how Dean's story was being told from the past to now and juxtaposed against Cas' story as the detective trying to find the abandoned baby's parents. It was sad, it was painful, it was angsty, it was beautiful, it was loving, it was everything.

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Nominated by @princessmisery666

When The Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

AMAZING 🤩! Seriously I can’t put into words how much I adore this. It poetry and I loved how you shows the stars loving him to and how they couldn’t watch him fall apart 😢 Midnight Prince - couldn’t think of a better way to describe Dean Winchester. Perfect 🤩 This is one of those fics that makes me doubt my own writing 💜

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Nominated by @heavenssexiestangel

My Heaven by @lipstickandwhiskey

I am not used to reading x Reader, nor am I used to read from a Dom and/or Top P.O.V., but this Gadreel/Reader was really well written, and I liked the way the writer portrayed the feelings between them. It was interesting to read something so different from my usual stuff, especially because I love Ree so much.

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Nominated by @deanwinchesterswitch

When The Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

This story captured my heart from the very start. The descriptions of Dean are lovingly written and true to character. Dean and the stars - so much beauty to be held between them. I truly have a hard time describing how this story makes me feel, but I almost have it memorized with as many times as I've read it now. It's one of those stories that just resonated with my soul.

In a Million Memories by @deaneverafter

This is a fix-it series. One of the most beautiful I have read. So much thought and care went into writing this story. From the OFCs name to the songs used as inspiration for each chapter. The concept is intriguing and captivating. Dean's love for her changed everything. My heart gets all fluttery just thinking about it.

Stay by @princessmisery666

The first time I read this, I yelled at Stacey. So much angst and love and it all hurt. But, it's beautifully written and I can't help but go back to re-read it often.

Pleasure in Illusions by @princessmisery666

This can be read as a stand alone, but is a sequel to Stay. After reading this one, I yelled at Stacey even more. This one hurts, but again, it's so beautifully done that I forgave her. :)

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Nominated by @katbratsupernaturalwhore

The Haircut by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die! Seriously pure fluff!

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Nominated by @thoughtslikeaminefield

Epiphany by @mariekoukie6661

This is a gentle ride to self-love and acceptance and I just love it so much.

Witches by @waywardxwords

I mean, it’s sex pollen, I love this trope!

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Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

Love Is A Meat Loaf Song by @followyourenergy

This answers the question, "What if Heaven never laid siege to Hell and Cas never saved Dean from perdition? And then later, what if Demon Dean and Angel Cas meet in a bar?" There are little hints that this is more than it seems, but I am enjoying the ride in the meantime, too! Dean's never-ending innuendos (heh, in-you-end-os, *wink*wink*) and Cas's fascination with the spark he sees in Dean are both able to make a fangirl sit with her chin in her hands and grin. Together? I can't stop reading!!

THANK YOU ALL, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

- From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @princessmisery666, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore, and @heavenssexiestangel!

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vividly dreaming wip

good morning :3 i've been not writing for any of the time i've been inactive but i have come across and old wip that i never really continued ? so here that is... a little teaser i suppose because i do eventually want to write more and make it a full series !!

pairing: jungkook x reader

content: angst!!!!!!!!!, fluff, smut (probs)

major angst because this fic happens to be based on that one reddit post about the man who went into a coma and ended up living an entire life with a wife and children before waking up :) and i feel evil >:) this isn’t all i’ve written ! in total there’s about 2.2k but i am not happy with almost any of it past this part, so hopefully u enjoy this little teaser and hopefully i actually continue writing…….

about 500 words (?) below the cut :3

Midnight; the first day of September; the first day of autumn and, chiefly, the first birthday Jungkook has spent alone. After being rushed to A&E and eventually taken into the care of the ICU following a nasty car crash, Jungkook has found his stay at the hospital to be quite pleasant spite his injuries. The past two weeks have gone by quickly for him, spent mostly sleeping, healing and eating when necessary, however this particular evening seems to drag on longer and Jungkook prays for the will to sleep to wash over him soon. His phone beeps excitedly beside him as the four zeroes of midnight fall in line and his eyes fall on the screen as it continues to ring through the first minute of the day.

“Happy birthday to me,” he says to himself with all the enthusiasm he can muster. His head is throbbing more painfully tonight than it has the whole time he’s been here, Jungkook chalks it up to the meds finally wearing off. He peers over at the open curtains of his hospital room; the window is only slightly ajar – enough to let air drift in and rustle the blinds. The soft, white glow of the moonlight filters in and illuminates the room enough for Jungkook to see, to get up and walk around without tripping over a wire or bumping into a table. The room’s small, anyway, decorated with only a bed, a nightstand, a chair and a retractable TV that Jungkook hasn’t touched once since he got here.

He’s aware that he gets to go home today, much sooner if he could actually get to sleep. The anticipation of finally getting out of here is probably what’s keeping him awake, stimulating his blood in a way that he does not consider helpful. Honestly, two weeks is a long time for someone who hates being inside no matter how quickly the time passes; Jungkook’s used to being out. Now, the most time he gets to spend outside is 20 minutes looking out his window or going to the canteen without his nurse’s supervision. All other hours of the day he’s bed-bound, kept captive by IV lines and pulse monitors.

He leans his head back against the bed, fiddling with a loose string on the hem of his hospital gown; he tugs it and rolls it between his fingers, watching as the stitch unravels just below his chin. He pulls the thread up to his lips, taking it between his teeth and biting through it. The thread snaps, leaving the garment to fall back to his chest with a fresh hole formed and one stitch less. He pulls the thread through and around his fingers, watching as it dances between his joints and knots around his fingertips; then he pulls it taut. It’s like his body betrays him; he can’t move, suddenly stuck with the string between his hands, cutting off the circulation to the tips of his fingers. He looks around the room and everything seems slightly off, distorted in a way that has him blinking in an attempt to correct it. The string tightens even more, before snapping between his hands; Jungkook is suddenly shaken from his trance. He blinks rapidly, brows furrowing as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. Nothing is wrong, but nothing seems right.

He leans back, head against his pillow, and allows sleep to cloud his thoughts over.

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[berkmansimagines]

Lavender Haze

A/N: Just wanted to write a cute little fluff! The new MV inspired me to post tonight 💜

Summary: You and Barry go on a late night date.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!girlfriend reader

Meet me at midnight

Barry reads your text one last time before walking into a secret underground dive bar. Your boyfriend just finished up a hit. You also have a job tonight. You suggested going out for drinks to blow off some steam after work. You and Barry have recently moved in together, so you’ve been spending most of your time at home lately. You wanted to break up the routine a bit.

You chose the bar because it’s under the radar. You heard about this place by word of mouth. Although you and Barry are living together, you’re still keeping your relationship under wraps. Your handler warned you about getting involved with anyone from work and you broke her one rule. You haven’t told her yet because you know that she would be pissed if she found out. You are just trying to protect what’s yours for as long as you can.

Your boyfriend looks around but doesn’t see you. He shrugs, wishing you were here. Barry is still a little anxious from work and you always help put him at ease.

“I need a drink,” Barry mutters to himself.

Barry sits down at the bar, saving the seat next to him for you. Then he orders a beer to help take the edge off.

The bartender is giving Barry his drink when he sees you walk in. And just like that, all of Barry’s troubles fade away. You spot your boyfriend at the bar and go over to him.

“Hey babe,” you give Barry a quick kiss on the cheek.

You take the seat beside your boyfriend. You also seem a little anxious coming from your hit.

“Sorry I’m late! My job took forever. The target was having some sort of dinner party and I had to wait for everybody to leave before I could finish the damn thing. That dinner felt never ending. People kept on showing up at the house, no one was leaving. I was getting so impatient…”

Barry listens intently. He doesn’t say too much. He can’t keep his eyes off of you. You notice him staring.

“What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”

Barry shakes his head.

“No. Sorry. It’s just… you look really beautiful,” he shyly admits.

You blush. Even when you feel like you’re at your worst, Barry still thinks you're gorgeous. He always knows how to make you feel good about yourself.

You take your boyfriend’s hand and suddenly forget what you were complaining about.

“So enough about me. How are you, babe?” you nod.

Barry sighs and his entire body relaxes. You’re the only person that asks Barry how he is. Sometimes Barry feels like Fuches or his friends in acting class only care about his skills. You’re the only one that cares about him for him, not what he can do for you.

“I’m doing a lot better now that you’re here,” Barry gives you a small smile, “Do you want a drink?” “Yes please!” you raise your hand to get the bartender’s attention.

Once you get your drink, you and Barry stop talking about work and enjoy your date. Nobody at this place knows who you or Barry are so you can put your guard down. You actually feel like a normal couple for once. The two of you are so focused on each other it’s almost as if nobody else is at the bar. You’re happy and in love. You just want to stay in that lavender haze.

The next thing you know, your drink is finished. You don’t even know how long you’ve been nursing it for. Barry eyes your empty glass on the bar.

“Do you want another?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Close out the tab. I’m gonna head back to our place. I have a little surprise planned and need some time to get ready,” you coyly smile.

Barry raises his eyebrows, intrigued. Before he has time to ask, you pull your boyfriend into a kiss.

“See you at home,” you wink.

Barry watches you go with heart eyes. He loves you so much. You’re the one person that truly makes him happy. When he’s with you it feels like home. He always wants to be home with you.

I need to marry her…

And in that moment, your boyfriend realizes that he’s ready to pop the question.

Barry takes a deep breath. He is going to propose to you. He’s never felt so sure about anything in his entire life. He wants to spend the rest of his life with you and he wants that life to start as soon as possible.

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[maybankxw]

Could you do like a blurb for Pacifier? Just to check in and see how they’re doing? ☺️

𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛: 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 (post story) 

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ fluff; mentions of violence; unprotected sex; talking about kids; ] minors dni!!!

summary: jj talking about her

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you sm for asking! because i didn’t even realise how much i missed them until now, it’s JJ’s pov and the guy is whipped but honestly as he should, she’s so in love with him too, i promise. enjoy!

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My head was in between her thighs as we laid on our bed. Everything here became ours since she moved in and I couldn’t be any happier with the decision I’ve made. Her fingers played with my hair, fiddling with the dump strands. It was around nine in the evening, she’d made dinner, while I showered after a long day at work. I had to return the money she paid for my fine, so I got a job as a waiter and part time lifeguard. We had a good life. 

Her parents were hesitant about me and the whole Topper situation, who, by the way, still gave her an apologetic look whenever we crossed paths, but we were working on it, slowly. The only things that mattered to me were what she thought of me and her safety.

She still wore the blue ribbon tied around her wrist, I got myself one too, it matched the color of her eyes. It’s been months, we lived together, I grew to love her even more, I learned things about her and she felt like family, like home. 

Her favourite color was purple, she still loved sour red raspberry tea, she only drank it three times a week so it won’t seem overused and she won’t get tired of it. She loved music, blasted it every time I was out. Whenever she cooked, something was always on, loud or quiet, it had to be playing. Her favourite song was ‘talk tonight’ by oasis, it said: ‘I wanna talk tonight, ‘bout how you save my life’ and that’s what she did to me, she saved me, made me feel safe and calm. My pacifier.

We had a plenty of midnight talks, we fucked a lot, we made love even more. Her scent was all around this house, her toothbrush kept a company for mine, which stood lonely for ages and her shower bottles filled the empty space in a bathroom cabinet.

I watched her smiling, the only times she cried were at the movie endings. I hoped with everything I had, that the reason of that beautiful smile was me. She stole my shirts and never wore pants, only her underwear, I didn’t complain.

She loved the windows opened, a breath of fresh air was always appreciated and she adored the rain. It wasn’t raining a lot here but when it was she never missed an opportunity to get outside and just stand and watch, inhale and consume the power from it. Once we ran home in the rain after our late evening swim, she never looked more alive and I watched her, mesmerised.

“When I was thirteen, I thought I’d become a superstar or an actress, magically noticed by someone who’d want to take care of me and promote,” she spoke as she kept playing with my hair and my grip on her hips tightened, “So dumb of me,” she sighed, shifting, caressing my temple with her thumb, “What did you want to be?”

“I don’t know,” I frowned, not really remembering much about those years of my life, “I think I just didn’t want to end up like my dad.”

“I’m sorry.”

I turned and kissed the inside of her thigh, “We can talk about it, it’s actually kind of relieving I can talk about him with you.”

“Tell me more about him then?” she threaded her fingers through my already messy strands, slicking them back off of my forehead.

“I lived by ‘it won’t always be like this’ mantra. One day he hit me and I locked myself in my room, sat on the edge of my bed, covering my ears, but then realisation hit me — I’d grow up, I’d move the fuck out of that house and start a new life, so I kind of waited for it to happen. I think the moment came,” I let out a breathy laugh, feeling her still. 

Propping myself up on my elbows I flipped onto my stomach, planting more kisses on the insides of her thighs, fixing my gaze on her pretty face, “We had good moments too, he bought me ice cream and taught me to fish. When he didn’t drink he was bearable.”

“I wish I was there to comfort you,” she whispered, stroking my cheek, looking me right in the eye, I couldn’t help it, I buried my face into her belly, the waistband of her panties levelled my lips and I left another soft kiss.

She flipped us to the side and winded her hands around my neck, keeping my face buried into her skin, threading her fingers through my hair again and again, “You know, when we first met,” she swallowed thickly, I could hear it, “I didn’t plan on falling for you. You were fun to be around, I didn’t lie about anything what I said that night on the couch, but for a while I wanted you to be a distraction, just it, because I was scared of not being able to give the love back,” I brushed my nose against her stomach and she inhaled abruptly, “But then,” she licked her dry lips, “The more time I spent with you, the more I never wanted it to end. It was only about sex at first, but then sex became more than just fucking on your couch when I was mad. I was worried where’d you go, jealous of who you were with and lonely at nights when you didn’t hold me to sleep.”

She sniffled a little, rubbing little circles on the side of my neck, “You don’t even know how much you mean to me, JJ Maybank.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to kiss her. Pulling away from her arms, I crawled over, straddling her waist, leaning close, locking my eyes with hers, “I do, because you mean the world to me.” I kissed her, fuck we kissed thousands of times, but it always felt like the first one. 

It was soft and so loving, soothing and caring, I sucked on her lower lip, retrieving and slipping my tongue into her mouth. She rolled us over and now she was the one straddling me, pushing her palms into my chest as we kissed, not ready to stop yet.

My fingers grazed her underwear, she was getting wet. Always for me. I pressed my fingers harder and she moaned, catching her breath in the back of her throat. My cock hardened, pressing her belly and she grind herself slightly, eliciting a groan from me. I stroked her bare skin, covering my fingertips in her wetness, grateful.

She dragged my boxers down, making my cock jut out to my stomach and rubbed the tip, spreading the pre cum over the base. I replaced my hand with hers and pushed her panties to the side, caressing her wet slit and slipping just one finger inside. She buried her face into the crook of my neck, allowing me to finger her. Adding another one, I curled them inside making her bite my shoulder, a smile tugged on my lips. She enjoyed it.

Lifting her up, I slowly sat her down on me, a cry burst out of her as I started moving back and forth in a slow pace, easing myself inside until I was buried all the way in her and her ass met my thighs. Her shirt went off and her breasts looked so tempting, so close to my face my breaths became rapid. I took a mouthful, sucking and grazing her nipples slightly as she moved her hot core on me, mind clouded with the intimacy and our uneven breaths. I did the same with her other breast, taking a hold on her hips. 

“I fuck you almost everyday,” I grunted, bucking my hips up to meet her movements, “But you’re so addicting, I can never get enough.”

She was riding my cock, with my arms tight around her body, our bodies locked together, her chest against mine. We kissed again, hot this time, still loving, but with more fire in it. I laid her to the side, thrusting a little faster, diving into her chest and sucking on her nipples again, leaving them wet and throbbing.

“JJ,” she whimpered, arching towards me and I smiled against her skin, palming her other breast.

I pulled out and slid down, swirling my lips over her clit, sucking mercilessly, gliding lower, licking a stripe up, parting her and tasting her on my tongue. Taking her swollen bud in my mouth again and releasing with a sloppy sound, that invaded the room. My girl. Only mine.

Hips flexed and I drove into her again, my eyes immersed hers, hazy and dark with desire, drunk on sex, “I love you so much, you know this?” I rasped, skimming her hip, propping it higher, so I could go deeper, “I love you and I love fucking you in every way possible.” 

I moved faster, taking handfuls of her tits, kneading them, while kissing her and fucking harder and faster, triggering her orgasm.

“Please, come inside,” she whispered, breathless as the bed bounced with us, the headboard banged against the wall slightly.

She was on the pill, but fuck if she wanted my babies, I’d let her have them. 

I propped her legs over my shoulders, quickening the pace, listening to her moans, watching her coming, I loved it. Her eyes closed as she screamed, while I dove deeper into her, bringing my thumb to flick her clit, feeling her clench. My cock twitched and she tightened again, I stilled, letting her grind herself on me, feeling her ripples intensifying, my cock jerking and the cum rushing out deep inside her.

Moving a few more times I allowed us to savour the moment and retrieved, watching the thick white liquid leaking out of her entrance.

She panted, looking at me, drowsy, with a faint smile on her face, “What if I get pregnant?” she laughed under her breath, her chest heaved up and down as she turned to the side facing me and bracing her leg over mine, jerking, still sensitive, when her clit brushed my cock.

“I’ll be the happiest person alive,” I murmured, pulling her close and planting a kiss on her temple, “Have you ever thought about it?”

“What, kids?”

“Yeah,” I propped myself up on my elbow, coiling the strand of her hair over my finger, “A boy or a girl? How many?”

“Have you?”

“Not really, but I think I wouldn’t mind as long as the kid is raised in love and prosperity.”

“I don’t mind either,” she bit her lip, suppressing a smile, trying to hide her face from me.

“What?” I smiled, curious, giving her hair a short tug, to bring her attention back to me.

“I would want to have your kids one day,” she whispered, fiddling with my necklace as if she never saw it before.

“Is that so?” I whispered back, closing the remained distance between our faces, taking her lips into mine, clutching her back and pushing her onto my body.

“Mhm.”

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[n3onguts]

pride and prejudice (02): niceties and pleasantries.

summary — in recent years, scientists found that the neurological line between the emotions of love and hate is much thinner than previously thought. beomgyu’s about to discover just how right they are.

genre&tags — written chapter, 1k+ words, angst-ish (?), tsuki the band makes their first appearance, soobin has a fat crush on kai (nothing new...), y/n and the park twins are assholes

warning(s) — swearing, alcohol consumption

a/n — tbh soobin’s probably soliloquized ab kai the way he does in this irl. also this incorporates the derogatory use of the term “bitch” towards a woman by a man which i do not condone however i think it’s important to consider each character’s perspective. other than that, enjoy!

She’d be cute if she wasn’t so goddamned rude — that’s Beomgyu’s first thought about you. His second thought is about how unfortunate that is. What a waste.

Jump back to 20 minutes ago at the Bulldog, before you’d entered his life and right after Yeonjun’s just demolished that last E-minor chord to cap off their performance. Sat on his makeshift throne at the back of the speakeasy’s rickety, pocket-sized stage, Beomgyu’s hands go limp around his drumsticks. Sweat-streaked and heart-flying, he’s got that addictive blend of applause-induced euphoria and post-show adrenaline running through his bloodstream all over again. The house lights are burning his retinas so that the audience is reduced to a blinding mass of indistinct bodies, and when he looks over to his bandmates (Yeonjun first, then Yeji, then Kai), he can’t help but grin at how they’re sure as shit going through the same manic high that he is right now, all flushed and glowing, as invincible as the gods themselves. Especially Kai — who’s beaming like he was born for this. And he probably was, Beomgyu thinks to himself, with that honey-coated voice of his that only knew how to sing of aching hearts: a mesmerizing contradiction if there ever was one. Beomgyu doesn’t care about winning anymore (and he never really did, in the first place), because in this nanosecond of time, they’re undefeated.

When he descends from the platform, his once-white towel slung over his shoulder, it’s a little past midnight and his ecstasy’s rolled over to let the inevitable fatigue kick in. Almost instantaneously, Beomgyu’s flooded by a raucous mob of well-wishers and the humidity emanating from the crowd overwhelms him. He’s grateful — truly, he is — but he concludes that he could definitely use a swig from whatever hard drink the Bulldog has in stock and trudges through the horde of people, churning out thank you’s in all directions.

He surveys the mellowed-out scene at the bar, squints when he spots Kai and his signature fluff of caramel-colored hair huddled in conversation with an unknown foursome a few steps away. He’s enjoying himself, it seems, from the way he throws his head back, unrestrained like sunshine, when he laughs. There’s an embarrassed grin permanently etched on Kai’s face as he speaks to the tallest of the group — this lanky, dimpled dude who’s nursing a beer in one hand and gesticulating wildly with the other. The moment’s broken, however, when Kai catches Beomgyu’s curious eyes and waves him over. The elder boy follows, greeting Kai upon arrival with a breezy hey, Hueningie! and sending easy smiles to the four strangers.

“Beomgyu-hyung, meet my new friends — Soobin, his sister, Y/N, and the Park twins, Wonyoung and Sunghoon.” Kai says, commencing introductions. “They go to UofS too and, get this, Y/N’s majoring in film, just like you!”

Across from him, the red-cheeked Soobin offers Beomgyu his hand first and refuses to let go as he rambles on, “Hey, man! Big fan. I actually hadn’t heard of Tsuki before tonight, but you guys were in-fucking-sane, like, deadass, I’ve never been moved like that by music. Not even kidding, I almost cried when you guys were playing that one song — ‘I Know I Love You’, I think? — ‘cause, I mean, just, y’know, Kai’s voice, like, c’mon.”

Soobin’s eyes are locked on Kai’s, shiny and glinting as he drowns the latter with stuttered compliments. This kind of attention is nothing novel to Kai, who’s had girls and guys alike turn soft at his finely-cut face and warm exterior, yet for this dorky kid, Beomgyu observes, his friend’s become all dopey and giggling. The air’s buzzing with a palpable inkling of something and Beomgyu swallows down his suspicions with a knowing smirk.

Stuck in their own little world, Beomgyu leaves the pair alone and scans the three that were camouflaged earlier by the flickering lights of the bar. Next to Soobin, clustered and cliquish as they sit idly atop the barstools, are the twins. Both sporting bored expressions, both tap-tap-tapping away at their phones. The chick is glossy, the guy is sleek, and the tableau of them together — looking like they’ve just lept right off the pages of one of those glitzy fashion magazines — clashes with the seedy interiors of the Bulldog. Beomgyu waits for a millennium and more, yet neither acknowledges his existence. Then, miffed, his gaze finally lands on you, leaned against the concrete counter. You swish the contents of your red cup around in a hypnotic circle, notice his stare. And when you return it, face him through the dingy blue glow of the night, Beomgyu is unnerved by the sight that greets him: a girl, intimidatingly stone-faced and utterly, frustratingly out-of-his-league.

“Y/N, right?” He slides it out, all casual, and it earns him a short, curt nod. “You’re a film major at UofS too, huh? My condolences then if you’ve ever spoken to Professor Ahn one-on-one — his coffee breath has been smelling like literal ass ever since he got tenure.”

“Funny.” You deadpan, voice dripping with sarcasm.

It takes him by surprise, your iciness, but he’s undeterred regardless. Extroversion is inherent to his nature. Strangers are just friends you haven’t made yet — or however that cheesy saying goes, right? “So. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you like Tsuki’s set?”

“Yup.”

“Kai’s got a sick voice, doesn’t he?”

“Totally.”

And then, cocky and playful like it’s no big deal: “And that drummer’s pretty cool too, right?”

At this, you pause, halt to make a face like you’re mulling it over. “Debatable.” You finally spit out, facade-unimpressed. The message is undeniably clear — and it’s one that’s meant to cut.

Silence permeates the air between you two. What the hell is your problem? Beomgyu wonders. Acting all high and mighty for no fucking reason. Whatever heart-thumping attraction he’d felt initially had metamorphosed into animosity almost as rapidly as it had begun. He’s trying his very best with you, waiting for you to throw him some kind of lifeline, but you’re offering little niceties and even less pleasantries. It’s crueler than ignoring him, if anything. He’s now desperate to check the fuck out of this sad conversation and order some sweet relief in the form of a vodka shot. It’ll sting a lot — like you do — but at least it’ll go down way smoother and much easier.

“Well… It was nice to meet you.” A lie, undoubtedly. “I’m gonna head off, look for my other bandmates.” He doesn’t bother to wait for your response, just mumbles some half-hearted excuse to Kai and rushes away, thinking, heatedly, what a bitch.

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[anikasenkujo]

Cinnamon Rolls

pairing: jotaro kujo x anika sen (jojo oc) (jotanika) | wc: 3250

summary: anika finds a way to spoil her husband on his birthday, by making his favorite dessert, cinnamon rolls.

warnings: fluff + bit of angst + smut, oral fixation, predominantly lovemaking, usage of star platinum's time stop and dangerous woman's positions ability for a moment (it's not inappopriate kdfnd will write a foursome with them sometime kfnfn), blowjob, deepthroating, kissing of scars, cunnilingus, fingering, lactation, unprotected (she's on the pill), creampie, aftercare, usage of pet names ( "darling," "sweetie," "wife," "shona" {which means beloved or sweetheart in Bangla} )

a/n: Yes, I am FINALLY writing a one-shot on these precious babies of mine, that involves no requests. :P Also, this fic, with the mood board, is MY submission for my Valentine's Day Collab, Let’s Celebrate Love! Also, my headcanon is that Jotaro’s birthday is on the 9th of Feb, but I couldn’t post anything out of suffering from anxiety issues. Regardless, happy birthday, love. You deserve the best in the whole world. Thank you, for comforting me with this Well, I hope this makes up for it 💕 Also, a couple of my good friends and I discussed that Jotaro likes cinnamon rolls, hence this story. Nevertheless, please do enjoy this because there is more to come <3 Also, minors please DNI with this post and any smut content I post here, and also, block any post with the tag: #we sinfully yearn

song: lucky ones by lana del rey

As the clock struck midnight in the Kujo household, things were starting to settle in with Jovita finally sleeping normally, being kinder to her parents’ sleep schedules, and the relationship between Jotaro and Anika, which had multiple cracks all over, was showing signs of healing. It was Valentine’s week, which also included Jotaro’s birthday, so the house had a couple of decorations, especially after encountering an old lady at the shop who was being unnecessarily picky with both of them. According to Anika, she deserved much more than the slashing of tires. As Jotaro was making the bed, wondering where his wife could be, he heard a soft whisper, “psst, shona,” as the bedroom door opened, with her peeping through the door like a squirrel. “Can you come downstairs, please?” and then hurriedly climbed down the stairs to the kitchen. 

Furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed and followed suit as he saw Anika getting what looked like a plate of cinnamon rolls with one lit candle as she brings it before him with Dangerous Woman standing by her side. He looked at the cake and at her with a soft smile on his face. “You, you remembered?” He asked, hesitatingly. She chuckled softly, responding, “Even if I were to forget everything all over again, I wouldn’t be able to forget this date.” This meant a lot to him considering she had forgotten everything about him for years on end, until they reunited in 1999. She walked towards him, singing the birthday song softly so as to not wake Jovita up. She then stood by his side as he blew the candle, cut a piece, and realized that it looked just like the way his mother used to make it. Delighted, they fed each other. As he was eating the cinnamon roll, he realized  that she took time and care in baking it, which he noticed from the texture. It’s moist, decadent, and, like her, precious. 

With a comfortable silence lingering between them, Anika ran her finger across the frosting of the cinnamon roll, and brought it closer to Jotaro’s lips. Understanding what she wanted to do, he licked the frosting off her finger, sucking on it slowly, and not breaking eye-contact. She could feel her heart thumping, and her breathing labored as she took her finger off his mouth. He asked her calmly, “Ani-chan, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? Because, I’m worried about hurting you, and I don’t want to—” Without replying, she approached him, her lips landing on his, while they cupped each other’s cheeks and raked their nails through each other’s locks. 

It had been five months since Jovita was born, and even then, Anika was struggling with a ton of things. Core muscle weakness, stretch marks, sore breasts—everything. She knew her husband doesn’t care for her changing appearance because he was sure that she would be fine, but little did she know that it pained him to see her feel ugly about the way she looks. This was a much-needed break from their dry spell as they kissed each other, drowning in their passion for one another. To both of them, their lips felt incredibly touch-starved yet divine. They both felt, at that moment, like they were truly at home.

He put his thumb in Anika’s mouth for her to suck on slowly. As he  watched her do so, his cerulean eyes never left her ebony ones. “Anika-chan,” he spoke softly, “are you really sure you want to do this?” She nodded, letting go of his thumb, and responded, “Shona, until we get to a point where we can spend time by ourselves, this is my birthday gift to you. I want to hold you, hug you, and make love to you…” The last few words piqued his interest so much, as it’s something he wanted to do from quite a while—not fuck her rough, but enjoy her as she is. As he never let go of her gaze, she laces her arms behind his neck and kissed him open-mouthed, pushing her tongue against his.

He cupped her butt, lifting her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, with the kiss quickly becoming hot and frenetic as they slowly climbed upstairs to their bedroom. His hands ran down her back, and he unzipped her red polka-dotted maternity dress that she still wore after giving birth, causing it to drop to the bedroom floor. The moment he sat her down on the bed, he was in awe at her being completely naked and vulnerable in front of him, so he took off all his clothes, including his favorite boxers, in front of her, which caused her to become extremely flustered.

As she turned elsewhere, he lifted her head by her chin in his direction. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, “don’t think of anything else. Let me love you even more as you offer your all to me all over again on this day. Let me show you how I’m in love with each and every part of you.” She giggled, and responded, “I hope you know that it’s your birthday today, Jotaro. Not mine—” Half a second later, she feels herself lying on the bed. It’s amusing how he could stop time seemingly out of nowhere, even if only for a fraction of a second. “What did you—” He smiled as he climbed on top of her and responded, “Not your birthday, yet. I know. Ten months to go, now be still and let me explore you.” 

The moment she nodded is when he brought his face closer to her, with his lips landing on hers again, splayed one of his hands on her waist, and the other caressed her hair as they kept kissing. His lips traveled down her neck, past her chin. While Anika’s breathing hitched, he rasped, “Do you want me to stop, my wife?” She gasped, as she couldn’t believe what he just called her. She felt her stomach doing a backflip after hearing him call her “his wife.” Sure, they’d been married for over two years, but never had that felt more real than this very moment. “No, darling, please don’t stop,” she whimpered as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. 

He kissed her on the sensitive spot between the neck and shoulder while she was bare and vulnerable before him, and as their skin touched, she clasped his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist while they kept kissing. Soon, they switched positions using Dangerous Woman, and she climbed onto his lap. She whispered in-between kisses, “I’d like to make you feel good, sweetie, may I?” She kissed him on the eyelids without waiting for an answer. “Did I ever tell you that when we first met, your eyes totally caught my attention? They’re the most beautiful ones I’ve seen.” 

She then started leaving a trail of kisses all over his chin, neck, and shoulder blades, stopping and kissing him all over the places where he has scars from battles with DIO. “I love your scars,” she said, “I love that you fought like a warrior when you didn’t have to. I love that they’re just for me to see and love on.” He was soaking up the attention and silently savoring it, expressing himself only through soft grunts. She moved on to his abs and chubby waist, kissing everywhere. “I don’t care what people think of the way you look, but like I told you, you’re the most handsome man for me.” She then slowly peeled the boxers off of him with his dick slapping against his abdomen, giving her room to spread his legs a bit more, kissed the V-line, and then gave one big lick from his balls to the tip, causing him to clench his fists hard in pleasure.

“Jojo, darling, did I ever tell you how much I love this cock so much?” She began savoring his shaft by wrapping her lips around its head, licking the tip, and tasting his pre-cum. She kept sucking hard, maintaining eye contact with him. He watched her, entranced, with his mouth slightly agape. She half-opened her lips and began to let him thrust into her mouth slowly. His girth and length filled her mouth; saliva slid down her chin, and tears lined her cheeks as she felt the tip of his cock push deep into her throat. He took a deep breath before pulling himself out of her wet mouth and slowly pushing himself back in. She bobbed her head back and forth as she grew accustomed to his length and became aware of how he preferred it. He grunts as she squeezed his balls in her hand and started to pump his long cock with the other, sucking on the tip greedily. “Ani—,” he grunted, “fuck, I don’t want to cum like this,” he rasped, pulling back and leaving her gasping for air. 

He gazed at her expression and leaned over, roughly pressing his lips to hers. “You didn’t have to do that,” but then a soft smile appears on his face, “but this means I get to kiss you all over in return, so switch.” She turned and laid down with her head on the pillow, and she watched him climb on top of her. However, instead of kissing her lips first, he first kissed the scar on her forehead, the one that she earned when DIO hit her with one of her boomerangs in Cairo. She winced as he does so, making him place his hand on her cheek. 

“I love this scar because it reminds me to never take you for granted—because of that day,” he said softly, his face pained. “I lost you once; never again.” As she was about to say something, he kissed her nose, where she got the scar when she was bullied in school. “I love this cute scar because it reminds me of how much you’ve grown, and I know you’re still working on it.” He continued to kiss all over her chin, neck, and shoulders, moving to her breasts, holding them, and kissing all over, gently so as to be careful. “You feed our child with these. They’re beautiful,” he whispers in her ear as he fondled one of her breasts and flicked her nipples playfully, even going far as to suckle and breastfeed on them. He then went to the waist to find stretch marks and another scar by DIO and kissed her all over. “If you say that I’m the most handsome, then you’re the most beautiful one, and you know how I’m bad at complimenting.” She chuckled again, responding, “Babe, you don’t have to—” 

He stopped her from talking to see that she went commando, so her pussy was ready to be displayed in all its glory. “Anika, please allow me to take my time with you,” he purred reassuringly, running his hand down her inner thigh and cupping her pussy. Anika breathed tremulously as Jotaro fiddled with her sensitive clit with two of his fingers, causing her to whimper in pleasure. As he continued to pleasure her, she brought her face closer to him and kissed him passionately, moaning his name in between the kisses. She was so grateful that she had shaved herself down there. 

She let out a string of quivering sighs as he slowly went down on her. As she started to murmur, “Jojo,” he licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking onto her folds, with his tongue thrusting into her core. She inhaled sharply as she held the end of the pillow with one hand, tugging her lips between her teeth to control the moans. As he used his fingers to reach the G-spot, curling them inside, she immediately moaned and grunted, with him covering her mouth with his free hand, reminding her that Jovita is still asleep. She nodded, while her other hand raked through his jet-black locks and presses his head closer between her legs. 

She moaned in between moments of euphoria as he spread her folds and relished her like something that he’d been craving. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he grabs hold of her plush thighs to steady her as he keeps thrusting his tongue into her, causing the coil to keep building in her as her back arched and her toes curled. “Pl-Please don’t stop, sweetie, let me cum,” she purred while pressing his face between her thighs harder.

He smirked and licked one final stripe from bottom to top, his compliments on how perfect she is sending her into a frenzy. As he towered over her again, she brought him closer to her and kissed him while he steadied himself and stroked his hardened length before her. With her core muscles now gaining strength thanks to the pelvic floor exercises she did, Anika was nervous as to how he would fit it in her, her gaze now falling on the tip that glistens with his essence. Jotaro smiles and notices her lips quivering, and exhales deeply out of sheer nervousness, furrowing his eyebrows. He approaches her, pressing his tummy against hers and intertwining his fingers with her own. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not able to. I don’t want to hurt you.” Jotaro leans towards her closely and asks out of concern. 

Anika knows that it’s been a while since they’ve had sex, and they are now working on their relationship with the last half year riddled with major communication issues. She’s certain that she needed this for their sake, for their relationship to grow. Thankfully, she felt okay, but she’s not sure how she’ll feel later. Nevertheless, while caressing his cheek with her knuckles, she experienced butterflies fluttering in her stomach all over again. She smiled at him, replying softly, “I’ve never been more sure, darling.”

Jotaro smiled wickedly, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “I'm going to enter you slowly, okay?” while leaving open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder and sucking on it. He aligned his hardened member with her entrance, looking for a sign from her while she nodded. He teased her entrance slowly, sliding up and down, watching her bite her lower lip as it began to throb down there.  He pushed in slowly, with the tip stretching her out, causing her to moan his name and writhe in pain as it stings her a bit. 

“I’m here; breathe deeply for me,” he urged, as he moved his fingers along her clit to help her relax. She pleaded and mewled, “Darling, ‘s too big, pl’ don’t tease me. ‘Wan it all,” wrapping her legs around him and arching back, the pain turning into pleasure as he went deeper before eventually bottoming out, with her throwing her head back moaning loudly in response. He covered her mouth again, this time looking in the direction of Jovita’s room, hoping she hasn’t woken up. They maintained eye contact as his hands pushed into her hip, thrusting in and out of her slowly. He didn’t want to increase the pace right now because all that mattered is that he wanted to enjoy his partner. 

He gazed into her ebony eyes again and is immediately brought back to when he met her in Calcutta for the first time, when he fell in love with her in Karachi, when he kissed her in Cairo and saw her “die” before him, when they reunited and first made love in Morioh, when they got married in Calcutta amidst family drama, and finally, when Jovita was born. A stray tear streamed down his cheek as he kept thrusting in and out, slowly. Anika wipes it off him, and placed her hand on his cheek, softly calling out “shona” to break him out of his reverie. “Anika,” he responded as he shook his head, “I don’t tell you this often, but...” His cheeks reddened when he whispered, “I love you.” Bringing his forehead closer to hers, she responded with a smile, “Oh, my husband, I love you too. Please don’t hide what you’re thinking. Tell me.” He stopped, and responded with a heavy sigh, “I had our entire relationship flash before our eyes. I have a request, Anika.  Please don’t ever risk your life like that again. It…it scares me, and I can’t do without—” Anika covered his mouth with her hand, responding with her eyes welling up, “Oh god, no. I don’t ever want to worry you or Jovita again. I won’t be able to do without you either…”

With him smiling, he gestured to continue. As she nodded, he increased the pace as his hands traveled to hers, intertwining fingers and pressing his forehead against hers. “Is this okay, wife?” Jotaro asked nervously, causing Anika to tilt her head a bit so that she could kiss him, and she responded by moaning and gasping softly, “Yes, baby, ‘eels amazing. ‘love you. ‘ease, don’t stop,” while scratching her nails on his back. He groaned and paced all the more, sucking on the nipples, before eventually hitting the cervix. He never realized how those three words sent him into a frenzy. She  curled her toes, while he kissed her, muffling her moans as he keeps going. All kinds of sensual sounds reverberated in the air, and the smell of sex permeated around them. Too intoxicated in each other’s presence, he explored the upper part of her with his lips, kissing all over her neck, sucking in on some places, lightly marking her, and kissing every inch of her body.. 

He continued to sink into her as sloppy kisses were exchanged, eventually leading both of them to reach their high. Anika breathily cried his name out as he slowed down his thrusts lazily. “I’m on the pill, so it’s okay. Please give it all to me,” she pleaded while he circled her overstimulated bud with his thumb. With a final thrust, their gasps reached a crescendo as they found their releases together, her inner walls hugging him tightly and creaming him, allowing him to fill her up.

As he pulled out slowly and gently, he noticed her whimpering in pain, her inner walls clenching in nothingness. Worried, he rushed to the bathroom, started filling the tub with water, and rushed back to the bedroom to carry Anika, much to her chagrin. “Jotaro, you shouldn’t have done that—” he shushed her, and took her to the tub, gently placing her in the water. He locked the bathroom, joined her, lathered shower gel on the loofah and bathed her. Anika then snatched the loofah from him, and says, “Shona, please, let me do this for you.” She started bathing him, much to his dismay, but he didn’t want to fight. Jotaro sighed, and allowed her to bathe him. “Let me take care of you, please,” she whispered, “Valentine’s Day is near, and you’ve been doing this for a while, on top of working to provide for us.” He smiles at her softly, “Okay. But, I get to do this on Valentine’s Day,” causing her to chuckle. “Yes, yes, I will allow you to spoil me then. But for now, it’s my turn.”

He smiled, and responded, “Thank you, once again, for making me feel special, Ani-chan,” to which she smiled, “Dr. Kujo, it’s an honor to make you feel loved, birthday boy.”

© Shyna 2023

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2022 in Mittens Fic

It’s time again for the annual accounting of things I wrote this year! I’m pleased that while still a disappointingly low total for me, I still beat my total word count from 2021, so progress is being made, which I’ll always gladly take! Honestly anything is better than that 2020 total at this point lolol! I long since abandoned my goal of ever surpassing the 250k i posted in 2015, but that’s okay! I still wrote a decent bit!

For reference, past year end summaries can be found here:

2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | the closest thing I have to a 2015 wrap up post is the lil bit of text at the bottom of 2016′s post… even though my two most popular fics were from 2015 lololol

I managed a Pinefest fic, a DCRB fic, AND a DCBB fic this year, which is the first time I’ve ever managed all three, so go me I guess? And maybe I enjoy working to deadlines more than I ever assumed before? Or maybe I would’ve written even more if I hadn’t been pushing at deadlines (and letting myself slack off, even if rest is important and beneficial to writer brain, when I was far ahead of schedule...). But I’m overall pretty pleased with this year’s works.

I tied last year’s fic total, with six, but beat last year’s word count with 117,486, so go me! Not even counting the ~63k fic i’m working on for pinefest this year...even if it’s already written it’s not posting until February. Love rolling over a big fic into the new year every year like this. it feels weirdly like cheating somehow, yet I do it every year :’D

Also slightly cheating, but since I mentioned it last year, I still haven’t missed a week of my eternal rewatch podcast, @spngeorg which is still going strong! Uploading episode 91, 5.09 The Real Ghostbusters tonight! If my millions of words of written meta aren’t enough for you, you can now hear me being grumpy about this show out loud! (new episodes drop every Thursday night at or around midnight eastern time, if you’re interested you can start from the beginning on AnchorFM or wherever you enjoy podcasts!)

Let’s get to the fic! Presented in the order they posted:

Mr. Fix It (54,383 words, rated M) written for the Pinefest. It started with a photo of the shopping center sign that Mel sent me several years back, and the instruction “this is a writing prompt.” Amazingly, it was a great writing prompt! and a great art prompt, thanks to @lotrspnfangirl! Dean runs a repair shop called Mr. Fix It with Charlie, and Cas runs the bar at the other end of the strip mall, Steve’s. There’s shady real estate dealings, secret identities, and found family taking care of each other through it all.

lectio in equis (13,016 words, rated T) my first ever DCRB, and I screamed delightedly when I claimed @scarlettmichkat ’s artwork! Actually still kinda lowkey screaming about it. I LOVE this artwork. Like, wanna frame it and hang it in my living room love. Canon case fic, sort of, as Dean and Cas get to play cowboy for a day looking for a lost MoL chapter storage facility out in the New Mexico desert. Plus, Jesse and Cesar being the best retired hunters.

Baby X-File (2,698 words, rated T) Written for the final GISH hunt, a crossover scene between SPN and the X Files, canon-adjacent to both, to a prompt from my team captain who isn’t on tumblr... thank you Sammy!

honey wine  (764 words, rated T) annual deancasversary fic! They go to the rennfest, and medieval hilarity and fluff ensues

Heart Shaped Box  (43,504 words, rated M) my DCBB this year, canon case fic wherein Dean and Cas are the case. beautifully illustrated by @marvfortytwo​ and a cathartic walk through a series of memories. I mostly wanted to revisit . Set within days of Dean rescuing Cas from the Empty, because that’s exactly what happened in canon as we all know (I SAID, AS WE ALL KNOW).

The Ghost of Christmas Present(s) (3,121 words, rated T) annual holiday fic, Dean and Cas attempt holiday shopping together. hilarity and shmoop ensue.

And that’s my year in fic. Like I said at the top, I’ve already got more than half this total written to post in 2023, so it looks like I’m still not slowing down. Since I posted my To Be Written file’s stats last year, I figured I should do the same again...

lol... a year later, two pages and 1400 more words added... i swear at this rate i will never finish writing it all, which I find weirdly comforting.

Thanks to everyone who’s read, kudos’ed, commented, reblogged, rec’ed, and enjoyed anything I’ve written in the last year. I love you all. <3 See you in 2023!

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