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harunovella · 2 months

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ love language (verse iv); s.g.

synopsis: you and gojo go on your first double date... or is it really? content: canon divergence (teen!gojo era), fem!reader, hopeless romantic gojo, best bros satoru and suguru bickering as always, gojo may have had a 'help I've fallen on your boobs and I can't get up' moment, bestie shoko, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: another addition to my gojo anthology series! this one was sm fun to write, I love writing gojo and geto being nothing but idiots tbh... wanna be tagged? lmk in the replies!

"A dinner? A fancy dinner?" Shoko asked as you nodded. "What's a bunch of sixteen year olds gonna do at a fancy dinner?" She raised a brow in confusion. Ever since being paired by Yaga with Shoko, the two of you have grown quite close. You were more than thankful, as much as you loved your own little trio (including Nanami and Haibara), it was nice to have a friend that wasn't... well, a male.

Not that there was something wrong with that, you saw Nanami like a sort of twin—though you were a bit more on the social side—he got along with you the most. Then there was Haibara, who was an absolute sweetheart and a gem, the energy both you and your blond twin needed. However, seeing as Ieiri was your senior, there was quite a lot to learn from her—outside from the jujutsu world.

There was also Geto and Gojo... Geto was an interesting person to be around. He had dark humor but also was nothing but kind to you. Gojo, on the other hand...

"A double date?!" Satoru exclaimed as he was alone with Suguru after you invited the two young men to the dinner you told Shoko about.

Arching an eyebrow, Suguru crossed his arms. "Who said this is a double date? In your delusional world, you're dating our little junior when she only sees you as a friend—"

"That's a lie!" Gojo snapped, earning a snicker from his best friend. "I'll have you know we get along very well, we hangout a lot! And— and we have a lot of fun conversations!"

"Sounds fun," Geto said sarcastically. "We all know you're madly in love with her. However, we have no idea how she feels about you."

"Then explain the double date, huh?" Gojo was now the one to cross his arms, tapping his foot. "You and Shoko, me and my mochi?"

Sighing, Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose. "Again, not a double date. It's four friends going to a nice restaurant to support one of our friend's family members. Nothing more, nothing less," he explained, only for everything to go into one ear and out the other for the white haired boy before him.

Satoru was in his own world, delusional as always, eyes sparkling at the thought of you in a cute dress. Heels or no heels, makeup or not, he just couldn't help but fantasize about how beautiful you were going to look tonight!

"Earth to Satoru?" Geto waved his hand in front of his best friend, only to laugh. "Thinking about how cute she'll look tonight, huh?"

"Yeah..." Gojo nodded, a face of pure ecstasy, as if he were about to drool.

"Maybe I'll swap dates, you can have Shoko, I'll have our beautiful—"

"No!" Satoru shouted, instantly jumping Suguru. "She's my date for the night!"

"Good luck with that, if you look like an idiot right now thinking about her, just imagine you tonight!" Suguru laughed as he shoved Satoru off of him. "You're gonna look like a complete idiot!"

"You're not discreet..." Geto mumbled towards Gojo as the young man sat beside you, cheek pressed in the palm of his hand as he ever so casually gazed at you. You were in the middle of a conversation with Shoko, something about a movie you both recently had seen together. Too lost in your discussion, laughing and enjoying the evening as Suguru watched his best friend look like he was in a trance. "You are literally staring..." Furrowing his eyebrows as a look of slight disgust took over his face, Suguru kicked Satoru.

"Shh," Gojo brushed off, kicking him back.

"You're lucky she's in her own world with Shoko to even hear us," Geto kicked again, feeling his best friend constantly kick back. Gojo was too focused on you to even pay him any mind.

The restaurant, although fancy, was quite lively and practically filled to the brim. The reservations were endless and everyone that came and went looked like they came from money. Satoru and Suguru wore similar suits, solely because they bought them last minute and ended up with the same look (Satoru was NOT happy, but Suguru found it very funny). Shoko, after seeing them, called them tweedledee and tweedledum... You, on the other, found it cute.

Cute... Gojo kept hearing your words echo in his head. You thought he, himself, was cute?! Forget Suguru, you said he was cute! He couldn't help but indulge in it as he gazed at you practically the whole dinner. For a split second, he did acknowledge the fact that you looked beyond gorgeous. In a white, fitted dress, hugging your curves with a sweetheart neckline... It was safe to say his mind was split in two. In particular, the two brain cells he had. Half of his mind was floating in the clouds of your compliment while the other half was focused on the top of your breasts (practically where his eyes kept falling to). He was... somewhat of a gentleman, he just couldn't help that dirty side of him. You were beautiful! He wanted you!

In his defense, he was used to seeing you in your uniform jacket, skirt, and tights... the times you weren't, you were always dressed cute and comfortable. Never had he seen you like this, curves and all.

Reaching over the table and yanking on Gojo's hair, Geto stifled a laugh as his best friend snapped his head and growled. "Rude, I was busy!" He hissed, reaching over and tugging on the bangs that hung over the dark haired young man's forehead.

Caught up with your conversation with Shoko (and not entirely hearing the commotion beside you with all the various voices around you in the restaurant) a sudden gasp left the brunette as she watched it all happen before her in slow motion. Gojo and Geto shoved one another, completely forgetting where they were as others nearby watched in confusion.

From one second to the next, you were knocked off your chair, head thudding with the ground as a body collapsed against you. Various gasps and whispers were heard as you winced. Blinking a few times and trying to sit up, you felt a pressure against your chest. Both Shoko and Suguru (who was pulled to his feet by Shoko), stared at the disaster before them. Satoru, with his face planted against your chest, as you stared at him, wide eyed.

"Satoru!" Shoko exclaimed, smacking his head as he lifted it, staring at you with a shared blush, before both of his friends yanked him up.

"I— I am so sorry!" He exclaimed, reaching for your hand to help you up as you looked stunned.

"God, you two are so immature. Before we get kicked out, take her home and I'll handle this," Shoko tsked as you blinked, only to snap out of your daze.

"It's— It's okay! I'll handle this! I invited you all—"

"No, you hit your head hard, let me handle this. Dummie over here will take you," Shoko kicked Satoru's calf. "Go. Now."

Without second thinking his actions, Gojo took your hand and lead you out. Both of you ignored the displeased stares and gossip that spread over the four kids who "shouldn't have been allowed into a restaurant like this in the first place."

Walking out, Satoru stopped in his tracks before turning to face you. "I'm so sorry about... my face being in your... Anyway, are you okay?" He asked, using his free hand to gently touch the back of your head. "There's no bump, but, are you alright?"

"I— It's okay, I'm not hurt," you swore as you nodded your head, looking up at him with your doe eyes. Gojo swore his heart grew two times its size. "I promise," you softly smiled.

Nodding, a small smile grew on the young man's lips. He couldn't help but gaze at you, softness in his eyes as he kept his hand on the back of your head. Silence weaved its way between the two of you. Nothing uncomfortable. You stood there for what felt like hours, looking at one another and nearly forgetting what you were doing or where you were.

The sound of honking snapped the two of you out of it as you realized you were out in the open, with people walking by and cars driving along.

Clearing his throat, Satoru lowered his hand from your head and kept his other in yours. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

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g4yforethan · 2 months

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rescue

pairing: leon kennedy x gn reader

summary: leon saves reader from escaping raccoon city and falls for them

warnings: cursing, pure fluff, kissing!

a/n: been obsessed with resident evil for a while now so i just wanted to do this for my re fanss ;)) also ik the pics i chose are from re4 just go with it.

you were in your apartment folding laundry in the living room. the tv was turned on as re-runs of tv shows played in the background. all of a sudden, “BREAKING NEWS” displayed over your television screen. as you got closer to the tv, you heard screams and bangs coming from your complex. “we interrupt this broadcast as Raccoon City has fallen victim to a mysterious virus spreading throughout the city. We advise all residents to take shelter and gather resources in case of evacuation.” the broadcast lost signal and the screen was now black.

you were terrified by this news as you lived alone and had little to no knowledge about what to do in a situation like this. then, a bang on your door startled you and almost caused you to have a heart attack. “who’s there??” you shouted out the most cliche horror movie question but there was no response. you got closer to the door, tip-toeing all the way to your peephole. you looked through and saw a man standing there but he didn’t look like a man. his skin was pale as a ghost and he was missing his right arm. you gasped and ran towards your window to escape.

when you got to the front of your apartment complex , you ran left towards a gas station hoping that someone would be able to help. once you got there, it was pitch black and there didn’t seem to be anyone inside. you walked around before hearing screams coming from the backroom. gunshots go off as you run to take cover. all of a sudden, a man runs out and grabs you. "IT'S NOT SAFE HERE LET'S GO!" he screamed as he pushed outside towards his car. you went inside and finally got a good look of him. even in the situation, you noticed how attractive he was but tried not to focus too much on that. "thank you so much. i'm so confused! what is happening?!" you asked him as he drove out of the gas station and onto the road. "i could ask you the same thing! listen it's my first day on the job and this shit happens. i must have great luck i guess."he rolled his eyes and tried to find a safe place for you both.

"the news reporter said something about a virus but i always thought a virus would just mean a cold or something not FUCKING zombies!" you screamed as you still tried to grasp what was happening. the man could tell you were shaking from anxiety and pulled over. "hey hey it's okay. whatever happens i'll make sure we both get out of here safe and sound. it's my job." you smiled at him and felt your heart rate go down. "thanks for that. it was sweet. what's your name?" "Leon. Leon S. Kennedy. yours?" "y/n. you have a cute name leon." you noticed leon started to blush and put his hand on your shoulder. "if we make it out of here alive, can i take you out on a date?"

you were taken back by what he said. one because you two had just met and second you were both in the middle of a life or death situation. "umm yeah sure i would love to." you both smiled at each other as leon turned to the road and found an exit out of raccoon city. after a while, he found a motel that was vacant and the two of you went inside to rest. "how about we just stay here for the night and get some rest?" he asked you as he took off his shirt and pants and went into bed. "i mean yeah sure if that's okay." the two of you laid in bed as leon kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. "i'm so glad i met you tonight. we're gonna be okay i promise. just get some rest y/n." he reassured you with another kiss on your shoulder. you turned and kissed him on the lips. "thank you leon. so after all of this is over, where are we going for our first date?"

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bloodycherry22 · 1 year

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Mistake | Rick Grimes

Genre: smut

Summary: The relationship between both you and Rick is negative, banter that is took too far, like frenemies. When Rick comes home injured, anger sparks and you decide to apologise by cleaning him up, he has another reward in mind ;)

Warnings: Dumbification, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), cussing, blood, mention of injury, fingering, little bit of praise.

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It was quiet, too quiet. Too calm and safe, Alexandria, a place full of pussies, as Daryl would say. You should appreciate it, but its hard to..being stuck in a home with a man you hate, being one of the only single people left in the group, you had to fill the gap in the household, it was fine caring for Carl and Judith, but being so close to Rick, no.

His annoying voice, that painfully soothed you and his mannerisms, how he holds himself so well, how he walks with pride, it was like your body didn't know how to respond, pure hatred or pure want due to probable daddy issues..who knows. Either way, living with the man wasn't fun, he hated the way you got on so well with his kids and how well you helped around the house, how skilled you were with walkers. Everyone seemed to grow sick of the constant bickering, seemingly why you now live in a house alone with him and his kids.. and well Carl often takes Judith out during the day.

However, Rick was on a run as of right now, god knows when he would get back, so here you are, alone, reading a book on the plush couch, decorated in carefully crafted pillows and blankets. You could only see the shine of the clean hardwood floors, the fluffy socks on your feet making it impossible to feel discomfort of the hard flooring, yet you did, feel the discomfort that is. In an apocalyptic world, most grew to find comfort in the uncomfortable, everything was too perfect, after a while, an actual prison can begin to feel like home, yet this house just didn't.

You were knocked out of your nihilistic thought, the sound of the front door opening rang through your ears, recognising it to be rick by the sounds of his heavy boots and belt moving with a rhythmic metal sound. He didn’t announce himself but he didn’t need to, his presence was clear to you. "Finally home? Another useless trip or did you actually accomplish something today?" you mumbled, keeping your eyes on the book.

He just muttered something under his breathe in response, he stood somewhere behind you, the sound of him taking his jacket off present. "hey i may as well go pour the gas out into the river, cuz you know..that's basically what your doing with all these drives..or maybe i should go shoot a brick wall-"

"Fucking- just, not now..godamnit y/n, i'm sick of whatever this is"

"anger, rudeness, teasing..there are many words you can use rick, or is your brain decaying from being around all these mindless wimps all day-"

"y/n! god, i said enough!" He snapped and only then did you look up and meet his gaze, his tired gaze. He was a mess, covered in dirt, blood splattered all over his clothes and face, a few cuts on his face and hands. Guilt flew through you as you placed your book down on the coffee table. Tiptoeing over to him, you placed a hand on his bicep as you mumbled apologies, a newfound sympathy. He went to push you away, but held back, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"shit, i just wanted to come home to peace..but i can't, your constant teasing, its like we pick fights with each other, its pathetic!" he raised his voice, it was unclear if he was angry at just you..or both of you, either way, it wasn't nice.

"Rick, look..I'll leave you be tonight, k? Or just for a little while, seems like you need a break" you swiped your thumb over his arm and he looked at you, his blue eyes deep. "I'd say go relax and take a shower but the waters off while they fix something"

"Are y'kidding? Just my fucking luck, I need to clean myself up" He groaned, tipping his head back. Chewing on your lip, you smiled, light bulb moment. You walked around the house, grabbing various items, a water bottle, a cloth and a first aid kit. "I'll help..least i can do" you mumbled, sitting on the kitchen counter before ushering him over.

He raised his brow and strode over, standing in front of you, however he kept a distance, being petty. Sighing, you signaled for him to come closer, he obliged and moved an inch or two forward, grinning mischievously at you as you looked at him, dumbfounded. With a huff, you pulled him closer, in between your legs as they hung off the counter. He accepted the position and awkwardly moved his hands before setting them on your knees nervously.

You carefully poured some water onto the cloth, looking back at him afterwards. "stay still." He nodded in response and watched as you lifted the cloth to his face, slowly wiping some of the more prominent dirt away before brushing it over his skin. His eyes flickered over your features, curiosity shining in his blue orbs. The new intimacy made you appreciate more of him, the way he licked his once dry lips, the short beard, that was streaked lightly with grey. The way his hair fell over his face ever so slightly made you shiver, he looked good. It made you wonder how many times you missed his attractiveness throughout the years, you always knew he was good looking but suddenly you felt heavily attracted to the older man.

Slowly, you brushed some of his hair away revealing a deep gash just above his eyebrow, it made you cringe ever so slightly "fuck, does that not hurt?" You asked, reaching into the first aid kit and pulling out some alcohol wipes. He shrugged, seeming zoned out and exhausted. Sighing, you bit down onto your lip and gently swiped the wipe over the cut, he flinched and gripped onto the fabric of your shirt, but you didn't mind, mumbling an apology and carrying on.

You frowned "i need to stitch that up, its super deep" you said, placing your pinky under his chin, forcing eye contact. He just nodded and gave you a look of approval, using his free hand to pat your knee in a reassuring way. You took his approval with a grain of salt and got what you needed, he watched your every move intently before closing his eyes when you got ready.

He was tough, but anyone could admit it was painful, you began to stitch it up, trying to be as gentle and quick as possible, his breathe seemed to hitch and his grip tightened in your shirt. You pursed your lips and persevered, taking great care with him. At a particularly painful part, his hand that once rested on your knee, tightly gripped at the push of your thigh, yet you managed to not react and push any dirty thoughts away.

Not long after, you finished, placing everything down and grabbing the cloth, wiping over his face once more, however his grip on your thigh didn't halt, nor did he show any signs of moving. Smiling, you placed the cloth down and looked at him, to your surprise he was already staring deep at you. You lifted your hand to pat his cheek "all done"

He grinned lightly and looked at you, the air thick and hot all of a sudden. "well thank you" he mumbled, his thumb brushing over your clothed thigh. "why do we fight?"

"i couldn't tell you, maybe its your annoying face" you joked. He scoffed, his face softening as he tipped his head to the side "the face you just took such good care of, i might just get you to do this every day" he joked, seeming to move closer.

"I dunno, i don't ever make the same mistake twice.." you clicked your tongue, finding yourself leaning towards him as if some unknown force was pulling you. He seemed impressed at your snarky remark and looked up from your lips, to your eyes, and back to your lips again.

"hm..well this better not be a mistake" he said, voice barely above a whisper as he pressed his lips against yours, it was shocking, so out of nowhere and sudden, yet you kissed back, and god it was not a mistake. Your hands fell comfortably around his neck and he hummed lightly in satisfaction, pulling back to catch his breathe, lips still dancing over yours.

It was had to breath, everything was so sudden, so much had happened, it had been so long since a man had touched you, it was like your senses were in overdrive. You craved him, wanted more of him, your fingers fumbled with the edge of his hair as you pressed a short, gentle kiss to his lips.

A low noise escaped him as his free hand sat on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as his large frame spread your thighs, the way his hand still gripped so tight onto your thigh made you whimper. You were becoming so needy, so overwhelmed by him.

He let his hand ride up your thigh, thumb rubbing over the hot material that clothed your inner thigh, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He peppered sensual kisses over your neck, his lips warm and soft as they parted on the skin of your neck, sucking a mark into the skin. His warm embrace made your head tilt back and eyes flutter back in pleasure.

His scent was exhilarating, having him so close made your heart skip a beat, you never knew you needed him, but now you feared the idea of not being so close. He pulled back from your neck, gently tugging your skin with his teeth, he stepped back, eyes on your neck. A noise left your mouth, it was pathetic and at any other time would cause you embarrassment, but his absence wasn't what you wanted. You wanted him.

He snickered, stepping back between your thighs, both hands spreading over your thighs, gripping at the skin. "someones had a change of heart" He hummed, looking into your dazed eyes, his own slightly glazed over. You just mumbled in response, one of your hands resting on his shoulder and the other on his cheek.

“You’ve gone quiet darlin..have I really made that much of a mess out of you, that fast?” He smirked, leaning to brush his lips over yours, kissing you multiple times for just seconds. You found yourself desperately leaning into him, unbeknownst to what had happened to you.

“Tell me what you want, y/n” his voice was gruff, quiet, it made your body shake. The way your name rolled of his tongue. Licking your lips, you finally spoke up “I want you to touch me, Rick”

“That’s it, good job” he teased, his tone patronising as he squeezed your thighs gently, leaning in once again yet this time kissing you harshly. His lips moving against yours, his teeth grazing over your bottom lip as his fingers fumbled with your jeans, hands sliding up the material to unbutton them, making sure to drag his fingers as close to your heat as possible.

He tugged at the jeans, pulling them down your thighs and leaving them halfway down your shins as to not break the kiss. His tongue found its way into your mouth, the kiss deepening in all the ways you craved as one of his hands played teasingly with the hem of your underwear.

You whined, hands finding his hair to tug gently, earning a groan from him as he began to mess with your panties, agonisingly slow as he began to tug them down your thighs, just like the jeans. He hummed and pulled away from the kiss, lowering himself to fully remove the clothing that rested on your legs, his cold, calloused hands slowly made there way up your legs, landing on your hips and hiking you to the very edge of the counter.

You felt exposed as he spread your thighs with his large hands, his head between them, his breathe hot against your skin as he pressed short kisses along your thighs, one of his hands moving to your heat, his eyes met yours as if he was asking for your permission, you were quick to nod. You were sure you wanted him.

He couldn’t hold back the grin against the plush or your thigh, gently sucking another mark as his thumb found your clit, circling it at a slow pace, the touch sending you insane as your head flew back. He seemed proud of himself, it was clear in the way he sped up the circles to a much nicer pace, his middle finger circling your entrance before carefully pushing inside of you.

He watched your reactions closely, his finger pushing in and out of you, curling into the soft spot you craved. Quiet, desperate moans began to leave your mouth as your hips began to move against his hands, needy. He used his free hand to halt your movements, mumbling a quiet “not yet” he shook his head. It was quick but you felt the knot in your stomach quickly tightening, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as your body tried to, but failed to move against him. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a constant pace, watching you in pleasure as you came undone.

He began to pepper kisses up your thigh, moving closer and closer before he you felt a kiss on your clit, the sensation new and amazing. His tongue circled and played with your sensitive heat, making sure to change often, his finger still inside you. Your hands found his hair, gripping tightly as you tried to keep composure, the evident feeling of him adding another finger into your tight cunt making your eyes squeeze shut. His grin was clear against your skin.

His hand finally loosened on your hips and you were able to move against his face, thighs squeezing around him slightly at the harsh pleasure. His hand wrapped around the back of it, the other still working at your cunt, pushing at the same spot over and over again as he began to suck on your clit, feeling the way your legs began to shake. Your orgasm was building up and it was obvious, the way your quiet moans turned into loud whines and desperate pleas impressed him.

He leaned his head back and used to his thumb to quickly run circles into your clit, mouth pressing kisses into your thigh again as you felt the knot releasing. He kept at his pace for a few moments longer, helping you come down from the high, watching you pant and gasp. He slowly stood up again, carefully removing his fingers and humming. He smirked at your flushed expression, seeming embarrassed. “You taste good sweetheart, we really should do this more often” he teased, kissing you softly, able to taste yourself on his tongue.

Apologies the smut seems so rushed, I wanted to get another fic out so bad and I made this up two or three hours ago lol.

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adoresbutlers · 2 years

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TROUBLE

Austin butler x reader

request : “Smut where y/n accidentally gives Austin a boner during filming and it is impossible to hide literally leaving nothing to the imagination in his tight leather pants and baz has to call cut and tell him he better go sort himself out. To say the least Austin is so embarrassed and is trying his hardest (excuse the pun) to cover himself because he might as well just have no pants on the amount of detail you can see. Maybe y/n goes to help ease his embarrassment and problem. 😉” - @cchl

a/n: i have no idea why i love this concept so much but i do. enjoy <3 austin has black hair in this because it just makes sense. twisted it around just a smidge but i hope it’s to your liking, dove !

warnings : pure smut, dom!Austin x sub!reader. mentions of daddy kink, dirty talk, use of pet names. fem!reader.

🝮

The Elvis movie production has been doing fairly well; Austin had been ripping through his lines and singing his heart out by now. You couldn’t help but be proud of your long-term boyfriend as you watched him become engulfed with his role as he’s done countless times before. Baz knew what he had been doing with casting Austin for the Elvis role, but you weren’t thinking of it in the way that he was. A chance to see your boyfriend in the most lavish of replica Elvis outfits, tight but still so loose. Being on set with him every time because he insisted you were his good luck charm was definitely paying off.

You had been helping Baz around set all day, something he suggested you’d do instead of sitting in Austin’s chair bored out of your mind all day. It took a while for you to actually spot Austin due to constantly running around, another hour going by until you finally had a break. He started filming the ‘68 comeback special when you finally notice why Austin had been in the dressing room for hours on end. You practically gawked at the god in front of you, already being ordered around with places he would stand and how loud to sing. God, you could stare at that man all day when he was dressed as Elvis.

“Earth to Y/N? I asked you to go fix his hair.” Baz had spoken up, waving a steady hand in your face making your boyfriend chuckle in your direction. He knew what these outfits did to you, you made the mistake of telling him and you knew just exactly what he’d been thinking.

“Yeah. I’ll go just- do that right now.” You stammered, making your way over to where he had been standing and getting on your toes to make that one stray hair fall into place and back into his gelled quif of hair. In your haste, you managed to drop the hairspray bottle and in a hurry to pick it up, you bent down in front of him, making the black dress skirt you’ve been wearing to snake up your waist giving him a perfect view of your ass just about. And the fact you hadn’t been wearing any sort of underwear underneath. Something you had no idea about, you were too much in a rush to get ready for the day to think apparently.

You sighed with relief as you finally got the bottle only to be met with lust filled blue eyes as soon as you met his height again. You furrowed your eyebrows, oblivious to the fact that you’ve just given him a show.

“Princess, don’t move.” He warned, grasping onto your wrist. You had no idea why but as your eyes trailed down to his hips, you realized what you had just did making a pink tinted blush arise to your cheeks. You did as he told you, trying to scramble and think of an excuse to get him alone in that moment.

“What’s taking so long?!” The stage manager had called out to you two who both sported rosy cheeks with sheer embarrassment.

You tried to speak but Austin squeezed your wrist tighter signaling for you to let him handle it. You were far too flustered to come up with any words other than gibberish and he knew that. “Mind if we take a little five? Don’t feel good.” He practically blurted out, not waiting for any sort of confirmation back before pulling you into his dressing room and locking the door behind him.

“Jesus Christ, baby. Why aren’t you wearing any underwear?” His eyebrows furrowed this time, holding your wrist still and used it to pin your arm against the door above your head. Your eyes went wide, you now understood why he had gotten so worked up.

You and Austin had a pretty healthy sex life to say the least, it was really the only way he could settle down after a long day on set and you always happily obliged. You wouldn’t be surprised if in your hurry to put on clean clothes if you had just forgotten. “I-I must’ve forgotten. I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to-.” He didn’t let you ramble on any further before he crashed his lips into yours, ripping the buttons of your dress shirt so he could throw it on the floor in a hurry. He didn’t care if you didn’t have any clothes to go back out there with, he wanted you and wasn’t letting you get away.

“You can never get enough of daddy’s cock, can you baby? Have to tease me at work like this.” He whispered lowly in your ear, his voice still leaking with that southern twang that he couldn’t shake away for the life of him. You definitely weren’t complaining. His hand slowly snaked up your thigh, a finger dipping into your glistened folds making him grunt at the touch. “Good girl.” He spoke in a lower whisper against the shell of your ear, his free fingers fumbling with the zipper to your skirt, letting the material fall to the floor.

With just as much ease, your bra hit the floor in no time, leaving you exposed while his suit had still been on, his print now too prominent to ignore. He took your chin in his hand, tilting it up ever so slightly so you were looking up at him as he rubbed your skin with his thumb. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, baby. We don’t have much time so you’re gonna be a good girl and take what i give you, yeah?” He softly spoke, your head nodding almost right away, so entranced with your boyfriend to care if anyone heard. He was too pretty like this to resist or even try to push him off.

You watched with eager eyes as he unzipped the suit, revealing a sight you could never get tired of. His boxers had followed suit not long after, falling to the floor to reveal him fully erect. He snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor in front of him before you even got the chance to take him in. You dropped down to your knees in front of him, earning a chuckle from above as Austin admired how much of his spell you were under to follow his every command without any question.

“Open, pretty girl..” He muttered above you, running his thumb along your bottom lip opening your mouth for you before you could even act. You leaned forward, taking his tip in your mouth, looking up at him through your eyelashes to see if you had the permission to go further. With a simple nod, your tongue started to twirl around his tip, your hand coming up to wrap around him to help keep him in place.

He groaned from above you, dipping his fingers in your hair to keep any pieces from falling onto your face and ruining his view. You continued your movements down further until he hit the back of your throat, forcing your hand down to lay on your thigh. “Doing so good for me.” He trailed off into a moan as you managed to take all of him in your mouth without any ounce of hesitation.

You began to bob your head up and down, hallowing your lips out as you stuck your tongue out so he’d get as much stimulation as you could. He never understood how you got so good without very little of his guidance since you had been a virgin before he met you but he definitely wasn’t complaining or in the mood to question it.

Before he let your movements go any further, he tapped your chin for you to open your mouth, letting him go with a pop. A strand of your own drool dripped down your chin, your lips red from the very little time you were down on the floor, Austin knew he couldn’t resist you any longer in that moment.

“Up.” He ordered, you got up instantly and didn’t regret it as he bent you over the small couch that was in the room, tapping your legs open slightly to gain him more access. His one hand rested against the headrest of the couch, his other lining himself up between your folds, pushing himself in with ease. He moaned as you instantly tightened around him as he started to thrust his hips slowly. You whimpered at the pace, wanting more, needing more of him and he knew it. That’s why he hasn’t given into his urges just yet, he loved teasing you every waking moment he got.

Within mere seconds, his pace quickened, making sure he was deeper into you with every quickened thrust. You were a whining mess for him at that point, just the way he liked you as filthy moans slipped past your lips. It didn’t take you much to fall apart as his hips became more violent, your fists white with how much you had been squeezing the side of the couch. You tightened around him again and he knew that you were close.

“Taking me so well, princess.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear before bunching up your hair and forcing your body up against his chest as his thrusts got way more brutal to the point that he had been pounding into you at that point in time. His hand snaked around your body to toy with your clit making you gasp before his other hand cover your mouth from the loud sound coming out.

“Cmon, darling. Cum for me.” He snarled in your ear, pressing a finger into your clit. That was just enough to do you in, releasing yourself all over him earning a rewarding chuckle from behind you. He hadn’t been far behind you, ramming himself into you one last time before letting himself go, making sure you felt it as he came in you for the first time making your whole body tense.

With a few slow thrusts, he finally pulled out, wiping the sweat from your forehead with a smirk. “Thanks for the motivation, baby.” Was all he spoke, a light kiss to your forehead following as he scrambled to get ready and meet Baz once again on set.

You definitely were teasing him on set again tomorrow. You had to for your sanity in the next year to come.

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A/N: hi once again loves!! the majority of this fic was written in the car so i apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes! <3 i hope i did y’all dirty minds justice.

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My Best Luck

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Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader.

Genre: Blind date AU, fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, jealous Felix.

Word Count: 4,308

Summary: Changbin trying to play cupid between two of his friends. Both of them hating the idea, both of them ending up liking it.

"Changbin, god dammit!" you yelped, feeling yourself tripping on something.

"You're fine, I swear! Don't you trust me?" he chuckled, his hand still clinging on your arm so he could guide you properly.

"Yes, but I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't." you said dramatically.

It was in the morning when Changbin demanded you show up at the usual park you two hang out. When you had arrived, he took you by surprise with a headband to cover your eyes before leading you somewhere. No matter how many questions you asked, he hushed you immediately. The blindfold was stressing the shit out of you and, frankly, you did not trust your friend with guiding you. Either you were going to fall in a pond or meet face with a tree.

"Ahh!" you screamed as you felt yourself slip.

"Changbin, the fuck?" you heard someone else speak.

On cue, Changbin removed your blindfold. You needed time to adjust to the light, but once you did, you easily spotted the man standing in front of you. You recognized him from your friends suggestions on Facebook, but you had never met him, well, until now.

"Uh, hi?" you waved awkwardly at the boy, who did the same before he sent a glare at your friend.

"I thought you wanted to hang out downtown." he deadpanned at him.

"And I thought we were going to walk around the park and feed the ducks." you snorted.

Changbin sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "See? This is exactly why I believe you are perfect for each other."

You choked on your own saliva. What was he saying? Thinking back, you did remember the moment you mentioned to Changbin you wanted someone around to cuddle and kiss, but you were far from being serious. You were only a bit in need of physical attention, that's all. A bit... or a lot.

"What are you saying?" the boy spoke your thoughts.

"Surprise! I matched you two for a blind date!" he exclaimed proudly, though the reactions were poor.

"Thanks, but no thanks." you said, turning on your heels to leave.

However, Changbin wasn't going to let you go that easily. He grabbed you by the arm and brought you back in front of this stranger. You would admit he did pick a man looking close to your ideal type, but that didn't mean you were actually going to trust him with your love life.

"My dear Y/N, may I present you my good friend from work, Felix." he gestured the man, who simply forced a grin. "And Lix, this is my friend Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at how ridiculous this was. "You're acting as if we are elementary students who are learning how to make friends."

Felix let out a laugh, but quickly stopped when Changbin kicked him with his leg.

"I'm trying to avoid the awkward small talk." he said in defense, but Felix shook his head in disapproval.

"You're making this awkward."

With a huff, he raised his hands up in defeat. "Alright, then I shall leave the two of you alone. But no escaping! I'll be watching you." he glared at you especially.

As Changbin walked away further, you found yourself standing in the middle of the park with a pure stranger. Reassuring, really. Neither of you said a word for a while, uneasy at the turn of events. You were definitely going to kill Changbin for pulling one like this on you.

"Y/N, right?" Felix broke the weird ambiance.

"Yeah. Sorry about Changbin, by the way." you chuckled. "I didn't think he was going to actually set me up on a date when I asked."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "You're the one behind this?"

"Oh gosh, no!" you denied right away. "I just haven't been in a relationship for a long time."

He let out a little laugh before he came closer to you. You could see him even better, and it was no secret he was extremely good-looking. It was a miracle he was still single when looking like this, you almost didn't believe it.

"He's still stalking us." he pointed behind you for you to see, but you didn't turn around.

"Let's just give him the satisfaction, shall we? Plus, I think you can't be much of a bad company." you shrugged.

"You seem nice, too." he returned the compliment. "Alright, then. Did you have something in mind?"

You thought for a bit, when an idea suddenly popped. "Since I was expecting to be feeding ducks and you wanted to go downtown, we could mix both of these activities together."

"That's a good compromise. Okay, show me the duckies!" he chuckled.

He came next to you and linked your arms together. You didn't mind at all, and led him to the pond nearby. There, a small group of birds were already playing in the water, some of them fighting and others diving. You took notice of the baby ducklings waddling around and melted at the sight. One of your many weaknesses was your love for birds.

"Uh, I never noticed that birds can actually be cute." Felix said, observing attentively the ducks.

You were glad he was, at least, not mocking your weird obsession. Reassured on that aspect, you dragged him to a small stand where a man you grew to know as Jisung sold seeds. He was working part-time for the city, mostly at this particular park.

"Coming to see the babies?" he said as soon as you came up to him.

"You know me." you laughed. "Two bags, please?"

He pulled out two bags full of bird food, and watched you and your friend curiously. "Who's your friend?"

"Ah, Ji, this is Felix! He's Changbin's coworker."

"Nice to meet you." the boy in question bowed, and Jisung jumped in surprise.

"Damn, man! Your voice is something!"

Felix wasn't sure if this was a compliment, but he thanked Jisung nonetheless. The latter wished you to have fun as you paid for the treats. You ran close to the water and the birds seemed to recognize you instantly. You crouched down as you cooed at them, taking a small amount of seeds in your hand to give them. Felix hesitantly copied your actions. He was a bit jumpy at first since it was his first time feeding ducks, but he rapidly got used to it. The animals quacked from time to time, splashed water on you as they shook it off from their feathers, and even let you pet the back of their heads.

"Looks like you do this often." Felix spoke after you had been sitting for a while.

"My mother taught me about birds. They are extremely intelligent, unlike what people might think. I find it fascinating that they have the ability to fly. Well, most of them."

"I was always more a cat and dog person. I might start to look into birds more, now." he smiled as a duckling came to him, jumping around.

"Actually." you started, and then began to observe him closely. He backed away slightly, unsure about what you were doing.

"Actually, what?" he said in confusion.

"You kind of look like a baby chick. Or a cat. It depends on the angle."

Felix's brain stopped working for a moment before he exploded in laughter. "This might be the first time I am compared to a bird. I'll take it, thank you."

For an unexpected date you originally didn't want to take part in, it was oddly nice. Felix was easy to talk with. Most importantly, he didn't judge you for your weird antics.

After a while, you were starting to get hungry, so you left the ducks with the rest of the food before heading to the city. Since the both of you came using public transport, you hopped onto a bus. Felix had some restaurants in mind he wanted to show you, so you followed his lead. The ride was a bit long, so you looked around to pass time. You soon noticed a curly headed man, wearing a mask and a similar outfit to the one your friend wore earlier.

"Changbin's here." you mumbled into Felix's ear.

He glanced up and saw him too. "He's taking this a bit too seriously." he laughed. "Don't mind him. We're just two people getting along."

It did help you. Changbin's presence seemed to be bothering more than it should, but Felix made it seem as if he wasn't there watching your every move.

You finally reached a street full of shops and restaurants. Felix dragged you to a cute pizza place, and you decided to share one together. You got comfortable at a table close to the window so you could watch the city. People were walking, running, some of them had dogs with them, and others were laughing with friends. It felt nice to go out, in contrary of your usual lazy self who stayed inside playing games.

"What's your favourite food?" Felix said, drifting your attention back to him.

"I'm not picky, I can eat everything." you happily answered before taking a bite of your pizza piece. "How about you?"

"Hmm... that's a hard one. I'd say same, but I do like chicken a lot."

"I agree, it's so good."

"Right? And plus, chicken has meat in it!"

You paused for a second, trying to process what he had just said. Was he joking or was he being serious? From his expression, he did seem to be very serious. It took everything in you to not laugh at him, though you found it quite adorable.

"Yeah, chicken is good." you ended up saying, containing a smile.

When it was time to leave, Felix insisted on paying. The both of you fought over the bill, but you eventually gave up when he brought up the fact you paid for the duck food. You left the restaurant to go explore the other stores around. You shopped for some clothes, since spring was going to end soon and you wanted nice clothes for summer. While you picked some piece of clothing here and there, Felix was rummaging through the shirts and jackets. The items he picked were exactly the kind you would recommend to someone. He had good taste. And he looked good in it. The leather jacket he ended up choosing was looking too good on him, you had to stop yourself from fangirling.

"I like that top." he pointed out to the off-shoulder shirt you bought.

"Thanks, and I like your jacket."

"Really? I wasn't so sure if it'd be too much."

You smiled at him in reassurance. "It fits you perfectly, I swear."

He blushed a little bit at your comment, and looked away to prevent you from seeing it. But you saw perfectly the red tint that was spreading on his face. You were starting to be grateful towards Changbin for introducing you to such a charming man, but you were still trying to convince yourself he was being a pain in the ass by doing so.

"Y/N?" You hummed, still looking at your feet as you walked. "Can we stop at this game shop?" he asked shyly.

You eyes widened when you looked up to see a huge gaming store, filled with games, consoles and merch. "You game too?"

"What? You game? I literally build my own computer and play League of Legends on a daily basis." he informed you.

"Shut up, you're kidding."

"I'm not!" he laughed out. "I was scared you were going to judge me, and I certainly did not expect you to like this stuff as much as I do."

"Now you care about what I think about you?" you teased.

"Maybe." he smirked. "Shall we go?"

You had to gather all of your inner strength to not impulsively buy a new pokemon plush, especially since you were on the verge of being in debt. Felix, on the other hand, walked around in the Nintendo area and was looking through the games.

"Is Zelda a good one?" he asked for your opinion.

"I personally loved it, but I don't know if you like adventures."

"I like it a lot, actually." he mumbled, and did not hesitate another second to take it and bring it to the cash register.

When you left, he looked at his new game proudly, reading the back cover. You summarized how the game works and told him some of your cheat codes to help him out.

"And if you're stuck at some point, you can let me know. I know the game by heart, I could help." you offered.

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll start to familiarize myself with it, but I'll definitely hit you up if I need anything."

You exchanged warm smiles, and it was your turn to go red. It didn't get better when Felix put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Since it was getting late, the weather did get colder. However, you felt extremely warm for some reason.

You slowly made your way back to the park where you initially started the date. A few minutes passed until Changbin appeared, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Getting cozy?" he wiggled his eyebrows to Felix's arm around you.

The man rolled his eyes and huffed at your friend. "It's getting cold, that's all."

"Whatever you say, Lix." he smirked, and you turned to an embarrassingly redder tone. "How about you drive her home?"

"Bin..." you said in a warning tone.

"I brought my car, you can use it." he shrugged his shoulders before throwing his keys at Felix's direction. "Anyway, I was meeting up with Hyunjin, so you two have fun."

Not letting you say another word, he ran off which left you alone with Felix. Completely alone with him. No more Changbin stalking around.

"I hate him." you grunted.

"Hey, it's all good. It's not like we hate each other. Unless..." Felix trailed off, starting to panic a little bit.

You shook your head right away. "No, I don't mean it in that way! Just... You know what? Forget it. I'm actually glad we can spend a bit more time together." you smiled, which made Felix chuckle shyly.

You talked some more as you walked to Changbin's car. Though it wasn't so far, it was taking you an oddly long amount of time to get there. It was as if you didn't want the night to end just yet. Felix was nothing but courteous. He opened the door for you and, as cheesy as it sounds, buckled your seatbelt for you before taking place at the driver's seat. You told him your address so he could enter it on the GPS, and you were good to go.

"Do you mind if I play some music?" you asked, already opening your Spotify app.

"Not at all."

Other than the soft ballads you played, the ride home was silent. It wasn't awkward or anything. It was quite pleasant, actually. You arrived at your place much sooner than you anticipated, and you were weirded out on the disappointment you felt.

"I should call Changbin to ask him what to do with his car now." Felix let out a laugh as he pulled over in front of your building. "It was fun, I liked our day together."

"Me too. I'm happy to know I found myself a gaming partner."

Felix's smile dropped for a second, but it came back when he asked you for your contact information. You know, to keep in touch for his new game. Just for that. Only that. Your heart heavy, you sadly left the car as Felix waved you goodbye, promising to reach out to you in the next days.

It was on days like these that Felix really wondered why he chose to be friends with Changbin. The man had spontaneously decided to go for a bowling night with his friends. What Felix didn't expect was to see you there, an information Changbin had left out. Not only were you there, but you had brought your friend Jisung with you. And if you asked him, he'd say the squirrel-like boy was too close to you for his liking. Was it his fault for not reaching out to you like he promised? Yes, it was entirely his fault. Could you blame him? He did not expect to have you in his mind 24/7 after your improvised date, even less chickening out just by the sight of your phone number on his own phone. Anyway, he did not like the idea of you ending together with Jisung. Because the man was fun, unlike him, he thought.

The moment he saw you, he wanted to run away and hide himself in shame. However, his good friend, Chan, noticed his attempt of running away and did not let the younger man slip away so easily. To his surprise, you greeted him normally, acting as if nothing happened. He was relieved, until he noticed Jisung coming behind you as he slouched his arm around your shoulder.

"I'm getting a snack at the canteen if you want me to buy you anything." Jisung said to you after his turn ended.

"Can you get me a drink, please? Anything will do, I'm just thirsty."

You had definitely pulled out your flirtiest tone in purpose, and your choice of clothing had definitely been thought out. You were wearing the top Felix had complimented weeks ago along with a pair of shorts, too short for Felix's liking. Either you were being like this to purposely piss him off, or you were actually starting to go out with Jisung, because there was no way you would be forcing yourself that much on a normal Tuesday evening.

When your friend had left you alone, Felix took the opportunity to take the now-free spot next to you. You avoided his gaze, as Changbin mocked Minho's lack of talent at bowling.

"Y/N." he spoke, but you didn't look at him yet.

"Wait a second, Felix. It's my turn." you said briefly getting up as Minho passed you a ball.

The freckled man sighed loudly, much to Changbin's notice. He scooted closer to the man, a smirk on his face. Felix only glared at him.

"Things have been rough with her?" he nudged at him. "I told you I found your perfect match."

"Shut up." Felix grumbled. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being right."

"But I was right."

Slowly, Felix nodded. "I freaked out, and now my chance is gone."

"She asked me about you, you know?"

Felix's posture straightened at the words. "She did?"

"Yeah, she was worried she left a bad impression because you didn't text her afterwards."

"Then what is this show with Jisung boy?" he scoffed.

"That's nothing. Jisung is always flirty with everyone."

"Alright, but that doesn't explain her weird behaviour..." he trailed off.

"Bruh, are you kidding me? You ghosted her for weeks, of course she's weirded out you're here."

The conversation was cut short when you sat right back down at your previous spot, separating the two men. As Felix debated in his mind on what he should say something to you first, Jisung came back with a slushie and he stucked closely to your side for the rest of the night. As much as it annoyed him, he didn't want to talk with you while half of his coworkers were there, plus your friend. Patiently, he waited for the game to end.

Jisung guided you outside by the waist while the others followed behind. You thanked him for coming, embracing him in a tight hug, before he left. This relieved Felix more than it should have. The others slowly made their way to their cars, and soon enough, only you, Changbin and Felix were left.

"I thought you were going to leave with Jisung." Changbin said to you, confused.

"Right. I was hoping you could bring me home? He had some stuff to do and I didn't want him to drag me with him." you laughed apologetically.

"I can't. My sister needs me to go check something out on her computer. I think it shut down on its own, or something like that."

Felix knew too well that Changbin's sister would not ask him this kind of favour in the middle of the night. Nonetheless, he was actually glad he was helping him out to fix things with you.

And as for you, well, you were mad. You had avoided Felix because you were afraid he was going to tell you off right there and then. Ghosting you had hurt enough, you weren't in for a face to face rejection.

"I can give you a ride." Felix shrugged, much to your displeasure. "And I already know where you live, it's on the way to my place."

You forced a smile. "How convenient."

Changbin's glare didn't go unnoticed by you, as he slowly walked to his car, giving you and his friend a moment. Thankfully, Felix didn't act awkwardly like you had been for the entire evening. He casually made some jokes while you walked with him to his car. Again, he was a perfect gentleman as he opened and closed the door for you. He started the car and played some soft music, similar to the genre you had played last time you were in a car with him. He was still so sweet, although you had been quite unpleasant. You were definitely wondering how he was still single.

"I don't make the time for it, I guess." Felix laughed, making you realize you spoke your thoughts out loud.

You looked away in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to say this out loud." you mumbled, but Felix chuckled, finding you cute.

"It's fine, I was actually wondering the same thing about you, until I saw you with Jisung tonight. Congratulations, by the way."

You had not intented for your relationship with Jisung to come off as romantic. You felt bad since Felix must have thought you were dating him for the entire night.

"Oh, no! We're not together, he's not my type anyway."

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. "What is your type, then?"

"You." you wanted to answer so bad, but you determined it wasn't a good idea. "I like someone who's genuine, and with whom I can joke around easily and feel comfortable." He hummed at your response, looking satisfied. "What's yours?"

"I don't really have one in particular. I prefer focusing on how it is with the person, if I feel comfortable with them or not. Now thinking of it, my type might be just like yours."

There was a moment of silence afterwards. You weren't sure if you were supposed to bring up your nights you spent awaiting his message or not. But he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry for not calling you. I would usually blame it on work, but it was entirely my fault." Your eyes shot to his direction, taken aback from his sudden honesty. "The truth is, I kind of chickened out?"

"I thought you like chicken."

He sent you a look. "Ha. Ha. Real funny." You laughed, but encouraged him to go on. "Anyway, I thought you saw me only on a platonic level and I was scared I was going to put myself in a hole I wouldn't be able to get out of. And I also didn't want Changbin to make me admit he had actually managed to find the perfect person for me. So all of these reasons mixed together, I wasn't brave enough to text you, and I'm sorry."

You smiled at him brightly, which was not what he expected as a reaction. "But you wanted to call me."

"I really wanted to, yeah." he almost whispered.

He had reached your apartment building by then, but neither of you wanted this conversation to end. Thus, you invited him inside, saying you would rather talk in the comfort of your couch. Agreeing, he followed you inside. You invited him to sit down, not forgetting to pour him a glass of water out of hospitality.

"Did you try out the game?" you spoke first.

"Not yet. I wanted to start it with you." he admitted shyly.

"We can do that this weekend, if you are free."

He didn't hesitate to nod at your offer, smile plastered on his face. "I'd like that." He paused, searching for his words. "And I like you. I really liked how excited you were when you saw the ducks, and how you didn't laugh in my face for saying that chicken has meat in it. But really, I am technically right. Sure, it's an obvious fact, but it does contribute on why I love it and-"

"Lix." you laughed as you interrupted his trail of thoughts. "Stay on topic."

"Right..." he coughed, embarrassed. "Overall, I'm telling that I like you a lot, and the fact you game too just adds to your cuteness. And you actually look stunning tonight, I almost choked. And I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"You're doing great." you giggled. "I like you too, and I'd take you on date again."

He pouted. "That's the guy's line."

"Well, the guy here takes an insane amount of time to get to the point."

He pouted again, but brought you into his arms this time. "Alright, but let me plan it, okay?"

"I'm okay with that." you replied contently.

The little peck he left on the top of your head was good enough for you to feel butterflies in your stomach. He was odd, sure, but you were even more. And it happened that, luckily, Changbin knew the both of you enough to know you would make one heck of a pair.

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heart4reigns · 9 months

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could i also request an imagine where it's reader and roman's wedding day and it's like a story from a fairytale and they exchange their vows that either make everyone laugh or cry because they're just so in love with each other that all the guests can feel their endless love (i'm a hopeless romantic)

WILDEST DREAMS, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events

tags: italics for flashbacks, pure fluff!!!, afab reader

summary: it's your big day and you couldn't help but to look back at your memories

THE sound of footsteps filled your eardrums as you focused on your reflection. “damn, (y/n) you look amazing!” your best friends, trinity and jimmy, entered the room. “you look amazing too, trin!” you complimented her. “how are you feeling?” jimmy sat down next to you, while trin helped you fix your dress. “terrible. what if i trip down the aisle?” “then we'll fall with you, we got you always.” she always had a way to cheer you up. “it’ll be okay, (y/n).” trin patted your back as you hugged her.

today was your wedding day. after countless days of planning, the day finally came. your fiancé and you were finally going to tie the knot. "right, you ready?" your dad asked you, looking confused at your state. "no, i'm not." you stuttered, anxiousness filling your veins. "hey, hey. it's going to be okay." he walked over to you, to lift your veil. "it's your big day today," your father paused for a second, holding back his tears. "you're my brave girl, this isn't anything compared to what you've been through." with that, you walked down the altar.

everyone's attention turned to you and you immediately made eye-contact with your soon-to-be husband. there he was, with the biggest smile plastered on his face. as soon as you were facing him, you couldn't help but to stifle a chuckle. that made him mimic your gesture and the two of you ended up smiling stupidly at each other. “you look beautiful.” he said. “you look pretty too.” and the ceremony began. the beach was filled with your loved ones; friends, family, and colleagues. everyone was there to watch you tie the knot with your partner.

“friends and family of (y/n) and roman… welcome and thank you for being here on this important day. we are gathered together to celebrate the very special love between bride and groom, by joining them in marriage.” the officiant stated, looking at the two of you with a smile. you couldn’t stop staring at the man in front of you, eyes filled with joy and love.

roman thought long and hard for his vows, he was finally going to say them in front of you. he took the microphone and he was ready to recite them. "(y/n), the first day i saw you... you were with alone, i remember being starstruck, not knowing what to say. our first impressions weren't so good. you picked up a fight the moment i stepped inside the room." the guests laugh at roman's sentence.

“do you want to meet your cousins first?” seth asked, tidying up his outfit before their showtime. "think you should go see them first." dean added. “sure, i’ll meet y'all back here.” roman was finally debuting in the main roster and he was nervous. the first thing he wanted to do when he arrived was meet his cousins. he didn’t knock on the door, he knew that his cousins would be there. to his surprise, jimmy and jey weren’t there, but a familiar face greeted him instead.

it was you. roman was always a big fan of you, especially with your current run. he stood there, not knowing what to say. “can i help you?” you raised a brow, eyeing him from head to toe. “uh…” roman muttered. “hello?” you said once again. “well, if you don’t have anything to say, move along, i’m trying to get dressed.” you closed the door on his face, causing him to tilt his head in confusion.

“damn, uce! been a long time since we seen you!” to his luck, his cousins greeted him from behind. “what are you doing standing here? let’s go chill a bit in our locker room!” jimmy opened the door and roman once again made eye contact with you. “(y/n)! have you met roman? this is our cousin and it’s his first day here.” jey introduced him to you. “oh, hi! sorry, i thought you were just messing around by standing in front of the door not saying anything… i’m (y/n), nice to meet you!” “nice to meet you too, i’m roman.”

you laughed at the memory. you were so used to your male coworkers messing around, you thought he was also going to mess with you. “i actually thought you were going to slam me to the ground… i was so scared of you, baby. remembering that moment actually made me shiver… can y’all believe it? i was terrified of her.”

“but when i got to know you, i think that changed my life. remember our first date? they were trying to set us up and it actually worked. i can’t believe that bar date made me fall in love with you… in the middle of nowhere, just the two of us. i’d take that stale beer any day.”

no one picked up his call. dean, seth, and the twins were no where to be seen. so there he was, sitting all alone in the booth with a beer. they were going to have a night out, but once again, no one answered his call. the bar was crowded but he couldn't careless, it was a busy day and he deserved a pint of cold beer. he laid his head on the table, feeling tired.

"hey! didn't expect to see you here." a familiar voice made him look up from his current position. you were standing in front of him, clearly confused. "oh, hey! what are you doing here?" roman furrowed his brows. "jey, jimmy, and your two funny friends asked me to come here for a night out..." you took a seat in front him. "same, but no one answered my call." roman shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, they didn't answer me too." then it clicked. "they set us up." you chuckled. roman felt his cheeks reddening. "oh, then i don't mind."

that specific date replayed in your mind. the boys set you up with him and you were thankful. you looked at seth who was sitting down and gave him a wink as he was the mastermind behind that plan. "who would've thought a glass of beer in a random city would lead me standing here in front of you, i'm so thankful for you. i love you and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, (y/n)." that made you tear up.

"no one knows about this but i actually cried before going out because i used to daydream about our wedding and it was exactly like this. us on the beach, you looking beautiful as ever... and me being nervous just by saying my vows. you really make me weak. the thought of waking up to you every morning is something to look forward to, (y/n). i love you and i will always do."

roman was always a romantic boyfriend. you knew that he'd give the world to you and you'd do the same. the amount of sacrifices the two of you made were countless–and it was all worth it in the end. "you're gonna make me cry." you mouthed at him. "you're already crying." he joked.

it was your time to say your vows. you breathed out the warm and fresh air of the beach, preparing yourself. "i didn't believe in love at all. when i was caught up in my own feelings for roman, i was in denial of my own feelings. it's not shocking and everyone knew that i was practically against dating people from work... but he changed my perception of love."

"so you do actually love him?" jey asked, taking a bite of his bland catering food. "i do! but you know how hard it is for me to actually say it to him." you were stressed out. you were getting your makeup done and jey was there, bothering you like usual. "damn girl, just talk it out with him. he's practically head over heels for you." jey shrugged his shoulders. "thanks jasmine." you thanked the makeup artist and faced jey, who was sitting in front of you. "i can't... it's hard."

you were never one to be mushy and affectionate, but being with roman changed you. the countless dates, the butterflies in your stomach every time you made eye-contact, and the thought of him... everything made you weak to your knees. he was the one and you knew it. but you couldn't help but to push it all deep inside you as you were scared of being deep in your feelings. you were on top of your game, your career was flourishing and nothing could stop you from focusing on work.

nothing but a certain black-haired man who was carrying a bouquet of flowers, walking towards you. "hi beautiful." you smiled at him. "hey, who are these for?" you teased him. "just for charles, since i bump him a lot." he joked. you rolled your eyes. "it's for you of course." he ruffled your hair. "what's the special occasion? is it my birthday today?" you took the bouquet and put it inside your locker. "just wanted to give my pretty girl some flowers, i should do this very often tho. you deserve all the pretty flowers."

"and i thought to myself, well if this is love then i don't mind being loved forever by you." you cracked a smile, feeling tears slowly falling down your cheeks. "now my makeup is ruined but i don't care, i can't express how much i truly love you." roman chuckled, wiping the tears off your face. "it's okay, you still look beautiful as always."

"you were always there for me, baby." you continued, holding his hands tighter than before. "whether it was a sad day or a tiresome day, you were there. with your stupid smile and flowers. i sometimes feel like i don't deserve your love at all." you admitted. "but you made me realize that everyone deserves to be loved. you're my one and only, i can't imagine my life without you."

roman too, was in tears. the guests were deep in their feelings. people who were close to you knew that you were meant to be with him. ever since he stepped into the industry and became close to you, the two of you became inseparable. there was no roman without you and it goes the same way for you.

"without you, i'd probably still be all alone... maybe bothering trin and jimmy non stop like i usually did. my life has always been monotone but you came into it and suddenly, i saw nothing but colors. you really light up my world, love. i love you and like you said, i too, can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"do you, take (y/n) to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" "i do." the officiant looked at you. "and do you, take roman to be your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" "i do." the officiant smiled. "you may now kiss the bride."

the night went on and you were dancing with your husband. you made eye-contact with him and a grin spread on your face. "what are you smiling for?" he teased you. "i don't know, i'm happy." you chuckled. "i'm happy too..." he muttered, kissing your forehead. "you said that you daydreamed about our wedding... i really got into your head, huh?" "shut up, you know you're insatiable."

"looking back at our memories... and now we're here." you said. "it felt like it was only yesterday you threatened to break my arm because you wanted the last cup of coffee." you chuckled at that memory. "and you were actually scared of me, love." "i was, but look at us now. i wouldn't trade anything for our moments." he held your waist, serenading you to the music. "i love you, joe." you looked up to him. "and i love you too, (y/n). but i think you already know that."

a/n: omg... finally finished w this request... i'm sorry it took so long but to whoever requested this i hope you enjoyed it bc i got all mushy writing this </33 i just love writing couples looking back at their past memories ^__^ feedbacks are highly appreciated <3

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Souheki In Dazai’s Entrance Exam

plz don't take this post too seriously.It's not some proper analysis, mostly just my thoughts about the interactions.A little bias because I hc they actually are very close.maybe i'll make a post about why I think so in the future.

“So, newbie. Uh…Dazai, was it? Where did you work prior to coming here?” “Hmm?” Ranpo’s expression has faded, his eyes peering into Dazai’s as if he is searching for something. “I didn’t really do anything after finishing school.Was just kinda around, you know?” A few seconds go by as Ranpo silently stares at Dazai.Finally… “Oh, that’s nice. Anyway, welcome to the agency.” And that’s it. He begins laying out the documents across the desk as if nothing happened. What was that just now?

So since LN1 is in Kunikida's pov.Notice how in this scene not only Ranpo is staring at Dazai,Dazai was ALSO looking back.IT WAS MUTUAL.They were both silently observing each other.i assume Dazai’s back was face Kunikida so that’s why we can’t see his expressions.

ok this part is just my pure delusion but i imagine Dazai was wearing his usual plastic smile(yk he still not used to interact with others )when answering Ranpo,but as time passed by,it has faded just like Ranpo’s.Then they just have some of the most intense staring contest.Imagine the tension in the room lol,no wonder Kunikida was so confused.I also believe Ranpo's response is some kind of his way to implicitly promise Dazai he won't expose him and wish him good luck on starting a new path.

i think dazai was confident that no one will find out his past since they can’t use ability on him,and in those few seconds he realized Ranpo just figured it out(tbh maybe even more than that considered Ranpo have met oda the day he died and ada collaborate with special division sometimes he may have met Ango),thus he started to question if that’s actually his ability.

“Dazai, what was that about?” “Don’t ask me… By the way, what kind of skill user is Ranpo?”

lol Kunikida was so clueless,he’s like you two just met what r you up to what’s with that silent intense staring.

“What?! Is there really a skill like that?!” It seems even Dazai can hardly believe it.” “I dunno, it’s just hard to believe a skill like that actually exists.” He doesn’t appear convinced.

It's hilarious Dazai asked Kunikida what Ranpo’s ability is when the man himself is just right in front of him.

“That’s what makes it so amazing! Listen to this. When Ranpo was thinking, I sneaked up behind him and pinched some of his hair.”

Dazai openly doubted if an ability like it would exist before Ranpo started deducing.So Ranpo may have been cautious and noticed Dazai was sneaking behind and testing it.But weirdly he didn’t seem to mind if Dazai would tell the others(yes i believe he had already knew he doesn't have one even before LN1)like that’s not one of his biggest secret.

Even if he didn't notice at that time,he surely would when he noticed Kunikida’s curious gaze next time they met.But he never said anything for yrs.Maybe he was just rather let others know than confronts it with Dazai.He didn't directly admit to Yosano in guild arc either.

Ranpo who never tells others Dazai’s past VS Dazai who shamelessly continually tells ada members Ranpo is abilityless will never not be funny to me.

But seriously Ranpo is so sweet he trust and respect Dazai from the very start, even knows his background he still completely accepted him, willing to give him a chance to be with the good side.i love souheki.

“He possesses tremendous deductive and observational skills that your average fictional detective could only dream of.” “That’s what impressed me. A skill would make this just another phenomenon, which wouldn’t even be surprising, let alone impressive. But Ranpo is utilizing his brain, something we all have, to reach these conclusions.” “That guy’s got some serious powers of deduction and observation! And even Ranpo himself seems to think he’s using a skill. Man, that is one amazing detective. I need to start applying myself more.”

Aside from genuine appreciation here,it may also because of his gratitude for Ranpo’s silence.

I love seeing Dazai simping over Ranpo.Like even in current arc he still praises him a lot.He's so fond of him🥲🥲🥲

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd analysis #ranpo edogawa #bsd ranpo #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #souheki #this post is very wholesome but I do believe that Dazai is a bit scare of Ranpo in the beginning #confession I haven't read LN1 I only read the the part when Ranpo appears so correct me if I said anything wrong #this post was originally suppose to be me joking about souheki has some eye sex right in front of a very confusing Kunikida #like who tf staring each other like that when they first meet/j/j #but I got carry on lmao #platonically or romantically i love their dynamic either way #wish we can see more of this duo

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Authors Note: Part 4, I'm sorry about all your broken hearts and frustration at Joe, hopefully your opinions might change soon? Thank you so much for all the love I've had for this series! I'm absolutely obsessed with it and so glad I had that burst of inspiration on a random Tuesday morning 😘

OH AND THERE WILL BE A PART 5, WHICH WILL BE THE FINAL PART!!

Summary: You're marrying a man for an easy life, yet you're so in love with your best friend it hurts. What would happen if everything changed drastically between the two of you before you were due to be wed?

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Angst, smut, friends to lovers? Word Count: 2.7k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4 ✨ Part 5

You ran a few laps of the club, looking in every possible knuck and cranny in attempt to find Joe. It had only been 5 minutes since he'd escaped your grasp, but it felt like a lifetime of torment and it's true; it really was when you thought about it, purely from the ultimate punishment of being so in love with your best friend for the majority of your time of knowing one another. He had to know, he will know and you were determined and in of more a sane mind to go fourth and let him know. Surely if you'd of told him from the beginning, as soon as he followed you into the toilets about your feelings back, things would have gone differently, who were you kidding, you knew they would of.

After at least 10 minutes, you bumped into one of your friends that you'd left alone, she caught you in a hurry, grabbing you by the arms wondering what on earth it was you were in such a rush to move along for.

"I saw Joe, I need to find him." You yelled over the music, the beat pulsating through your body from the thumps of the melodies.

"Where is he now?" She looked unnerved herself.

"That's the thing, I've no idea."

"Have you been crying honey?"

"That doesn't matter, I just need to find him. Will you cover for me? Say I've gone home. I'm sorry to cut my own hen night short but I need to talk to him, it's urgent."

"Go ahead, I got your back." She shot you a smile, a brief hug was exchanged and you exited out of the club.

You tried calling him, his phone was off. Of course it was, at a time like this why in the world would his phone be on? Thoughts coursed through your head like the speed of light, vile thoughts that he'd done something to himself over the hurt or that he'd never speak to you again after this, you desperately needed to get everything out in the open, if it was to end after this, at least you'd know you had your answer and as hard as it may have sounded, you could try your best to get over him.

Whilst your brain got the better of you, you sped walk into the back of a guy walking in front of you.

"I'm sorry." You gasped.

He turned around, to your luck, wasn't a stranger at all, Joe's best friend Wesley turned around in a sudden state of shock, staring at you like a rabbit in headlights.

"Wes! Oh my god, have you seen Joe? I need to talk to him."

"Best you don't, he's in a state. You look like you're in a state. What's going on with you two? Aren't you-" he stared at your get up, the bride to be sash crinkled up nicely from when you were wrapped around Joe being attacked by his lips, a welcoming flashback indeed.

"On my hen night, yes. Speaking to him is more important right now, where is he?" Wes could tell you had a sense of urgency about you and deep down he looked like he knew something, as his eyes looked down to his feet you could tell he was contemplating on the situation, but it was the simplest of answers that you were being prolonged from knowing.

"Do you want to marry this person?" Ugh. That old chestnut.

"Is that important?" You sighed.

"If it's going to hurt my best mate then yes it's important." Why did he have to do this now.

"I can't promise a thing, just tell me where he is for fucks sake."

"He went to another girls house..."

Your heart smashed into pieces.

"I'm sorry, I must of not been listening, did you just say what I thought you said?" Your eyes welled up and you tried your best to ignore it, how could you be mad at him for that? For wanting the attention he so rightly deserved. Maybe it wasn't like that or maybe you were just delusional.

"I know he's going home, you can go wait for him there if you really need to talk to him."

"But that could be hours." You didn't really need to think about it, you'd wait forever if it meant telling Joe what you really felt.

"I'll wait with you if you like."

You pondered on his offer, you knew full well either Joe had told him the whole ordeal or that he'd put two and two together, he wasn't stupid, clearly he knew what was really going on.

"Ok." You took a silent stroll over to Joe's house, sitting on the porch and waited on him. You felt like you'd been sat for hours on end, making small talk with Wes about god knows what whilst you anticipated his return, your mind was elsewhere, trying to figure out exactly what you were going to say and how you were going to approach it; all guns blazing was not an option.

All of half an hour later or a lifetime as you would've described it, a taxi cab pulled up outside the house, the passenger door opened and out came Joe, thanking the driver and slamming it shut, on a mission to get back into his house and shut himself away clearly. He looked upset and you couldn't blame him, but he'd clearly used his booty call for a quick get away from all this bullshit.

Your eyes caught each other at the exact same moment, they flickered straight to Wes after who briefly nodded at him, his lips pressed into a straight line, feet slowing down and coming to a brief stop about a metre away from where you were perched.

"Why are you here?" His eyes kept on Wes, but you knew exactly who he was referring to.

"Waiting for you mate, she said she needed to talk to you and I waited with her." Wes stood up, patting you on the shoulder, a silent way of wishing you luck and walked over to Joe, giving him a slender hug before disappearing off into the night.

Joe's eyes fell back to the floor, he walked up onto the porch, unlocking the front door and holding it open, looking down to where your bum was still firmly placed on the step, his eyes fiery with the torment of you in his very presence.

"You coming in then?" He said calmly.

You nodded, your body engulphed with goose bumps from the chilly spring night, but you were boiling in respect of the anxiety which was coursing through your veins at this very moment. Standing up, you followed him in, closing the door behind you, standing like you were a told off child, your hands firmly intertwined together, knees weak from just the sight of the man you loved in front of you, leant against the wall, staring at you with intent.

"Wes told me you were with a girl."

Joe's eyes became wide, lips parted a little and he huffed a sigh, loud enough for you to feel his breath travel over to where you were stood. Waiting on an answer, you could see him watching you with eagle eyes, it really looked like he was considering lying to you, but you trusted him enough to respond right.

"What's it got to do with you?" He spoke in a harsh tone.

"It's got everything to do with what I'm about to say." You snapped back, not about to take the shit that came with it.

"Which means?"

"Did you fuck her?"

There was the sound of silence again, your heart palpitated with suspense, did you break out and run or do you wait?

Joe scoffed loudly, turning away and walking in the kitchen. You stay put for the minute, staring into thin air but eventually hear the sink running, walking on forward you find him leaning on the countertop, elbow secured and hand to his forehead, sipping on the glass of water that he poured himself.

"Are you going to answer my question or is this the part where I fuck off?"

"What if I say I did?"

"Then there's no need to talk." You scoffed back, a humiliating reaction to the one he gave you just a couple of minutes ago back in the hall way.

Joe turned back to you, sipping the water, making it apparent when you heard the slurp from the glass. You rush over and take the glass out of his hand, his movement delayed when he pulls away at the feel of nothing.

"Did. You. Fuck. Her." You say through gritted teeth.

"What. If. I. Did." You don't know why you did it, but your body took control of your entire mind and the water was thrown straight in the direction of Joe's face.

His hands clawed over his face in disgust, yet a slight sadness apparent to the aftermath of what you just did. It looked as though tears were streaming down his face but you weren't sure if they were just water droplets or tears of disgust in his own self.

He shook his head, showing the upmost remorse he possibly could.

"No. I didn't fuck her." Your mouth made a silent o shape as you placed the glass back to the countertop in fear of dropping it on the floor, keeping your firm grip around it just in case things escalated further.

"You didn't fuck her?" He just answered your question, your head is screaming why the fuck did you just say that out loud.

Joe rolled his eyes which immediately had your blood boiling once again. "Well I went to but, I couldn't."

"Well you could've but-" You were interrupted suddenly by his next response.

"But what? She's not you."

"And he's not you." You whispered sheepishly.

Joe took a step forward to you, not watching where he was placing his hand but full of intent where he was going, his fingers briefly touched the other half of the glass you weren't holding, the tips brushing against your knuckles but instead of grasping your hand straight away he moves the glass from your reach, your peripheral vision catches the sights of his hand coming over to turn yours over, holding onto it as tightly as he can.

"Say that again." Joe screeched in an even lower tone.

You closed the space between you, your bodies almost becoming one. Reaching up onto your tip toes, you take a seductive tone. "He's... Not... You."

In the blink of an eye, your lips collided together, the place where your hands once sat were now feeling the material of each others clothing. Joe pushed you back against the wall, holding you in place so you couldn't move, it was the most alluring yet dangerous act you'd committed together yet.

Joe stepped back taking a hungry look at you, with one lick of his lips and giving you the come to bed eyes, your eyes followed the pattern of his hands that lead to your dress, with the strength and frustration that followed, he tore it from the chest down.

"You're so fucking beautiful princess."

"Say it again."

The dress falls down to your feet quicker than you could've anticipated, his mouth quivering in a smirk at your mimicking, leaning toward your ear, the only word he utters back is princess.

Your neck was suddenly mauled by his mouth, little nibbles here and there and his muscle working your skin, tasting the scent that he'd longed to taste since that one night when you were teenagers. Yet although you'd done all this before, given yourselves to each other it felt like the first all in the same breath.

You were lifted up by surprise, a tiny whimper leapt out of you, a similar position to when you were held up in the bathroom in the club, you unbuttoned his shirt in almost slow motion whilst he carried you up the stairs, the top half of his clothing discarded on the top step, just like you were now that you'd found yourself being almost thrown down a top his bed.

Joe kissed each part of your body like it was a drug to him, making sure he left no skin left untouched. A starved animal that craved every single part of you. Pulling you back up, he unclasped your bra, sweeping it over his shoulder, attacking your chest, sucking on each nipple in turn. Your hands spread around his curls, clutching them in your grip.

"Joe. I need you. Joey please."

"Let me have this moment just a little bit longer princess, I need you, but I need this time to appreciate your body."

"What if I beg?"

"I'm listening." The most flirtatious voice you'd ever heard.

"Trust me. We'll have all the time in the world, please just give me what I want."

"And what do you want?" He sighed, palming his hand over his trousers, a borderline pornographic groan escaping his lips.

"Fuck me."

"Your wish is my command." It truly didn't take him much convincing, it was obvious from the erection that was straining to get out.

You got into position, spreading your legs, laid on your back at the edge of the bed, bracing yourself when you saw his cock spring free, tiny spouts of pre-cum dotted all over the tip. He pushed slowly inside of you, stretching your walls finally, a breath of relief came from the both of you in unison as he started to move.

"Oh fuck." The profanity had never sounded more beautiful as you squirmed underneath him in pure ecstasy, your cunt clenching around him.

"Harder." You cried out, his hips rutting into yours, balls slapping, the smell of sex filling the room.

"You're mine." Joe leaned down biting onto your lip but you couldn't even get the response you wanted to out of your mouth.

"You're all mine." Hovering above you his fist gripped at your throat, not enough to hurt you but enough to get the message across.

The knot in your stomach came at full force, an orgasm near on the brink.

"You're so god damn tight princess, holy shit, you gonna cum for me yeah, give you what he never could?"

Something about what he just said made your back arch and his thrusts become erratic, your slick covered his length, dripping out and coating his balls with the contents he'd helped you create.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." The gasp that burst from his vocal chords was erotic, a feeling that you couldn't recreate twice. He almost gave way and crushed you, his hands now squeezing into the sheets beside your head. Breathless, begging for oxygen, he pulled out and fell to your side, unable to find the words that were left unspoken.

The deed was done.

"It's over." You whispered.

Joe tilted his head toward you.

"What?"

"With him. I'm going to end it."

"Wait you're serious?" Forgetting the mess you'd made, the conversation had turned full force, his arm came over your stomach in an attempt to comfort you, but you needed to confess, you needed to get the truth out once and for all.

"How can I be with someone I don't love and don't want to be with, when there's always been someone else." Your breath hitched at the words coming out loud, becoming reality.

Joe gulped his own saliva back. "Of course."

"It's you, it's always been you."

"Then it's us princess, I can't bear the thought of a world without you."

"Promise me we can get through this." Joe reached for your hand, placing it to his heart.

"I promise." That was all you needed to hear.

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There is Beauty in the Pain

CHAPTER 5 PT.2

WARNINGS: sexual content, language

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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--Link to chapter 5 pt. 3 at the bottom--

Noah:

"Noah, you don't have to come up," Sophie assured me, closing the car door. I came around from the driver's side, not giving her plea a second thought.

"And I heard you, but I'm not letting you go back up there alone. Besides, you heard Jolly; I'm meant to get you here and back to the house safely."

Sophie scowled at me. She looked adorable when she tried to be serious.

"Yeah, I heard him. Does he always try to be so authoritative?"

"Only when it comes to something he's passionate about," I answered, standing in front of her as she leaned back against the car.

Sophie was stalling. I could tell she didn't want to go up to her apartment and I didn't blame her. There was no telling what we would find up there.

Lowering her head, eyes pointed directly at the ground, she struggled with the tears that threatened to fall, trying to be brave. Even though she'd proven herself to be strong in many ways, there was a softness that seemed to follow her around making me think that it must have taken a lot of violence from the man she trusted for her to become such a gentle person; a lot of hurt and pain.

"Hey, don't cry, come here," I urged her, taking her hand and bringing her into me. I turned us around until I was the one leaning against the car with her in my arms.

Sophie buried her face into my chest, a gesture I was becoming aware of each time I held her and one that I was happily getting used to. Sliding my arms around her waist and tugging her body closer to me, Sophie breathed in deeply and allowed her body to relax. I loved the way she felt against me; tightly wrapped up in my arms where I could claim her as mine just for a brief moment.

Mine? That word had been dancing in my head the last few days and even though I'd just met her, I was already staking my claim on her. It was wrong of me. But why did it feel so right?

I could tell by the way she'd ignored me all morning that something wasn't right. Sophie was trying to distance herself from me; from my world and maybe it was easier that way and would make the goodbye easier. But was there going to be a goodbye soon? Would it be safe for us to play this game of attraction and affection off and on and mess with each other's emotions? I knew the answer and I knew who would end up getting hurt the most in the end, but it was a gamble I was willing to take. But was she?

Sophie pressed her body closer to me, constricting the space between us and locking herself up tighter in my arms. I was positive she could feel my growing hardness against her thigh. Fighting my body's reaction to her and the natural urge for more friction was becoming difficult. Then when I felt her thigh press lightly against my erection, sending the sensitive sensation right up into my chest, I released a deep, sudden growl and shifted against the car. Yet she didn't pull away. She stayed locked in my arms, body tight against me, and the idea of me and her being together planted itself in the middle of my thoughts, rooting itself there permanently.

I took a deep breath and lowered my chin to rest on her head. I was fighting hard against the urge to kiss and taste her skin, to lift her face and plant desperate, starving kisses over her lips. Sophie gripped my shirt tighter in her small fists letting on that she was feeling something between us too. God, she was making this "staying friends for now and giving her space" bullshit fucking difficult. If I was the jerk I thought I was in my head, I would've slammed her down on the hood of the car and taken...

"Noah, are you okay?"

Sophie's soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. I took in the sight of her beautiful face, thankful a lot of the bruising was gone, and realized that there was no fucking way I could ever give in to my feral, dominant sexual hunger with her; she was deserving of so much more. Sophie deserved heaven. She deserved infinite tenderness, love, and protection because when you love someone, you do everything in your power to protect them from the pain; you never become the cause of it.

"I'm good," I lied, stroking her cheek with my knuckle.

I could easily allow myself to fall in love with Sophie. Maybe I already had; if not I was getting there. She made me feel fearless when it came to the thought of loving a woman again. But I had to keep the distance between us just like she was doing; for now anyway.

"I know you're lying to me, and that's okay," she said, releasing me and taking a step back. Her smile was subtle.

"I'm not. I really am okay. What could possibly be wrong, being here with you?"

A red hue spread rapidly over her cheeks and I chuckled as she brought her hands up to her face, laying them on skin.

"Well, I guess I'd better head up there," she stated through a shy giggle.

I stayed where I was with my back still up against the car, watching Sophie walk away in shock that I was letting her do so. But my heart started racing the instant she turned around and smiled at me.

"You coming or what?"

Oh, you have no idea how much I want to come, baby. Just for you.

I ran to catch up with her, thankful she couldn't read my thoughts.

Sophie:

This was a horrible fucking idea, and I couldn't believe I talked myself into doing this. The fear I was feeling was so strong that I had to stop halfway up the stairs, breathing heavily so that the panic attack and nausea wouldn't make me pass out. Thankfully, it was just a small attack, but horrible nonetheless. Noah was my saving grace. He was kind and gentle to me, never making me feel stupid or wrong for feeling what I was feeling, and he sat with me, soothing my back with comforting circles that brought instant relief. He stayed with me, never leaving my side. This moment with Noah, no matter the circumstances, was something I'd longed for in a man. I only ever wanted softness, love, and tenderness around me because of the way the world and life had left me feeling so fragile. Noah brought each one of those to the table we were slowly putting together, and for the first time ever in my life I felt whole, even though he wasn't mine. I begged the universe to change my heart and no longer think about leaving the beautiful world I'd found in Noah, Jolly, Nick, and Folio because the way they made me feel was almost like they were a family I never had.

CHAPTER 5 PT.3

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The Case of Thelma Pickles

Thelma's account of John is most often cherrypicked by detractors as evidence he was some lifelong wifebeater. While the violence in the incident she describes is clear, the nuance that makes her account so vivid gets lost in the debate.

I keep coming back to her account for her picture of John at a crucial time, only a few months after Julia is killed.

John’s girlfriend in the autumn of 1958 was Thelma Pickles, a new and interesting student at the art school, just turning 17. Initially, she thought him “a smartarse,” then changed her mind when she witnessed his reaction to a girl who asked if what she’d heard about his mother was true. “She said, ‘Hey John, I hear your mother’s dead.’ He didn’t flinch. He simply said, ‘Yeah.’ She carried on, ‘It was a policeman that knocked her down, wasn’t it?’ Again he didn’t react, he just said, ‘That’s right, yeah.’ I was stunned by his detachment, and impressed that he was brave enough not to break down or show any emotion. Of course, it was all a front.”30

Soon afterward, John and Thelma sat talking at the Queen Victoria Monument and each revealed being deserted by their dads. “He pissed off and left me when I was a baby,” John said of Alf, which was far from correct but no doubt how he felt. Thelma’s father had left home when she was ten; she was sensitive to the stigma of having only one parent and emotional when anyone mentioned it. “I couldn’t sustain the detachment John managed,” she says. “I thought it was quite an achievement to be able to behave like that.”

Suddenly, John and Thel, as he called her, were “going out.” The shared soul-baring cemented it, and also they fancied each other. Thelma was the first female John allowed to get close after Julia’s terrible death. She was given glimpses of his other side.

When we discussed it between ourselves I realized he was clearly more sensitive than he appeared. He spoke of the pure shock of losing his mother, and he said what a loss it was (though I don’t think he used the word “loss”). At such times, he spoke in a much softer, more explanatory way than usual, and though he never demonstrated extremes of emotion, his pain was clear. The other side of the coin was that he’d detect any minor frailty in somebody with a laser-like homing device. I thought he was hilarious, but it wasn’t funny to the recipients.31

Thelma was witness to a rare occasion at Mendips, when John, Paul and George all stood in the kitchen and played their guitars. Mimi was out, and before she was expected back Thelma and the two lads scarpered. John knew Mimi didn’t want them in the house and would raise merry hell about it, and he just didn’t need the headache. For a while, though, John and Thel took regular advantage of Mimi’s going out (it seems she went to play bridge one night a week). The plan, carefully formulated by John, was for Thel (who lived in Knotty Ash) to take the bus to Woolton; she and John would meet and sit across Menlove Avenue in a shelter on the edge of the golf course, and when Mimi left and walked down the street, over they’d go. “I only ever saw Mimi from a distance, in the dark,” Thelma says.

Mostly, Thel found John “enormous fun to be with, always witty, and when we were alone together he was really soft, thoughtful and generous-spirited.” He made them tea and toast, he made her laugh, and he made love to her in his little bedroom above the porch. “We didn’t call it sex—that word wasn’t really used by people then. John called it ‘going for a five-mile run,’ because he’d read or heard this was the amount of energy a man spent.” They used no protection, trusting only to luck, and John told Thel he was glad she was no “edge of the bed virgin”—his euphemism for the kind of girl who would take him half the way there but no further.

John and Thel often took afternoons off from art school to go to the pictures. He liked the old horror films at the equally old Palais de Luxe on Lime Street, and they also went to see Elvis’s final pre-army film, King Creole, which reached Liverpool Odeon in mid-October 1958. Though John very occasionally wore his glasses at college, he definitely didn’t do so in public, and without them, even sitting near the front of the stalls, he could hardly make out how his idol was faring up there on the big screen. He kept nudging Thelma, nagging her to describe all the action: “What’s he doing now, Thel?”

—Tune In, Ch. 9 (June–Dec 1958)

Her account of the beginning of their relationship supports Paul and Cynthia’s characterization of young John as a kid that put on a public front to mask fear and insecurities and grief. She is surprised by his detachment to loss, something she wishes she could attain. (Echoes of this story of John and Paul. Like recognizes like?) Yet with further scrutiny, she sees the detachment as a facade and discovers a shared trauma, and they bond over opening up about their family losses.

After this recognition, they become close. When alone, Thelma sees the softer side to John, thoughtful and generous. When in public, she notices his awareness of the eyes of others, mocking frailties of others while walking around half-blind himself. She finds him hilarious as long as his target is someone else, feeling a sense of specialness by being part of his crew. You can see echoes of John and Paul's mean girls schtick here.

It's notable that by 1959, John has made a habit out of bonding over shared grief/trauma. John meets Paul just after his mother dies, and John lost his father figure a few years before that. John meets Thelma after Julia’s death and they bond over absent fathers. John goes on to meet Cynthia, who has just recently lost her father.

Her account of the end of their relationship supports how John would lash out when power shifted and exposed his insecurities. This lashing out comprises not only one hit in a moment of anger, but several days/weeks(?) of public mocking in response to her ending the relationship over his own actions. Notice how he mocks her with a lie they both know isn’t true all because she wounded his ego? It’s the performance of it all that sticks with me.

And the only way she gets him to shut up is to match him in being equally vicious back. The games of adolescence perhaps, but its echoes in John’s other significant relationships suggest a pattern. Mind games, more than anything, is the weapon of choice.

[Quotes and sources under the cut]

During the course of this, John leaned over to Thel and asked if she fancied “going for a five-mile run.” She agreed, and they slipped upstairs to the Art History room, assuming it would be free. “It was dark but we could tell there were other couples in there, probably having a five-mile run of their own, or trying to,” Thelma recalls. “I told John I was uneasy about doing it in a place like that, especially with other people there, and he wasn’t happy with my attitude. When I insisted on going, and got up to leave, he became rough and whacked me one—his fist connected somewhere between my shoulder and my head, around my neck.”8

Thelma stormed off, and decided that was the end of their relationship. She did her best to avoid John through the following week, and when this wasn’t possible she simply ignored him. He started to mock her but she resisted his gibes, and this went on for several days until reaching its culmination in the Cracke. “He was still mocking me, in front of others, and then he called me ‘an edge of the bed virgin.’ That really pissed me off because we both knew it wasn’t true. He was just being sarcastic and wounding because he was pissed off with me, and I got so enraged I shouted back, ‘Don’t blame me just because your mother’s dead!’ It was a cruel remark, but he knew all about those. It just seemed the easiest way to get back at him.”

John and Thelma had reached the end of the line, though they’d remain friends and keep in touch for several years. In an interview in 1980, John reflected on his teenage behavior: “Hitting females is something I’m always ashamed of and still can’t talk about—I’ll have to be a lot older before I can face that in public, about how I treated women as a youngster.”9 Except that he was talking about it, and with the sort of candor customary even when it was to his own detriment. In 1967, John mentioned it within a song lyric and spoke about it to his biographer Hunter Davies. “I was in a blind rage for two years,” he said. “I was either drunk or fighting. There was something the matter with me.”10

This was also, of course, the way it was in many other relationships, and had been for a long time and would be in the future, especially in the north of England. It wasn’t excusable but nor was it unusual, and such attitudes were reinforced constantly in receptive minds by the silver screen. “Not only did we dress like James Dean and walk around like that,” John later remarked, “but we acted out those cinematic charades. The he-man was supposed to smack a girl across the face, make her succumb in tears and then make love. Most of the guys I knew in Liverpool thought that’s how you do it.”11

In terms of dress, John continued to interchange between college scarf and Teddy Boy drape, though being a Ted was always more a state of mind for him.12 The persona remained very much part of his attraction to Paul and George, however—as Paul says, “We looked up to him as a sort of violent Teddy Boy, which was attractive at the time. He got drunk a lot and once he kicked the telephone-box in … [and] what might have been construed as good old-fashioned rudeness I always had to put down to ballsiness.”

—Tune In (Ch. 10, Jan–July 1959)

Based on the accounts of Thelma here and Cynthia elsewhere, both known incidents of John being physically violent with women are single, isolated events. Thelma describes a hair pull and full-on hit (punch) in the neck, which is physically painful to think about, whereas Cynthia describes a slap in the face. In both cases, they feel confident enough to shut it down and walk away, Thelma for good and Cynthia at least making him grovel first (Christmas 1959 card). Domestic violence comes in several forms, some of which do match John’s behavior with Cynthia even if they were common for the time (controlling appearance and activities, possessiveness and paranoia of infidelities, etc.), but neither of these women describe habitual physical violence.

However, this incident does not seem to reflect the guilt with which John talks about it later. Even when put together with Cynthia’s account, which is less than a year later (fall 1959), the level doesn’t seem to match. I notice both incidents would be within the two years after Julia’s death, yet he’s writing about it in 1967 (“I hit my woman”) and still talking about it in 1980. Even 3 months before his death, he was calling himself "a hitter." Either there were more incidents left untold (e.g., Thelma and/or Cynthia are condensing into one where they left, or other women who’ve remained silent) or John’s guilt spun it into more over time. This is notable because there’s not much else he ever seems to publicly regret.

Looking up Lewisohn’s sources, the worst quote from John is actually from Source 11 (the James Dean quote above), a print interview from a dubious author (link in the sources listed below). The author Sandra Shevey has claimed to have spent at least 12 hours interviewing John and Yoko, and while at least one recording of her interview with them is available, I’m skeptical about other quotes in print considering her output. Reading a few pages of her book on John, some parts are so unhinged I wondered why on earth Lewisohn even used anything from her as a source (serious burn book vibes). John has mentioned elsewhere about being influenced by Hollywood’s images of (toxic) masculinity as a teen, but her full quote makes it sound like he was basically raping women all the time. She uses the quote as a springboard to her more outlandish theories (like devoting several pages to the idea that John raped and then murdered Brian over a contract detail?!).

Burn book moments aside, Shevey also gets tons of basic details completely wrong like attributing Get Back’s writing or Bernard Webb’s Woman to John (both are Paul’s) and in general treats Paul as a nonentity in John’s life and work. So I have a hard time trusting anything from her book. However, she is one of the few John bio authors to consider bisexuality (unhinged theories aside) and is questioning the ballad of John&YokoTM in print as early as 1990, perhaps because she spoke with them during a time when the cracks were more visible. So assuming her quotes are accurate and her reading is just wildly off the mark, I think it’s worth mentioning the context of this James Dean quote in her book. It's prefaced with background that may shed light on the case of Thelma Pickles, who had the dubious honor of being John’s first real girlfriend.

Talking in 1972, he's speaking about this in relation to his struggle with accepting Yoko as an equal creative partner on the latest album. There’s a flavor of blaming British society and American culture that sounds very Yoko shaped (he goes on to call British men both effeminate and sadist). However, applying this background to 1958, you can see how a young John would have struggled to apply his relationships with other boys to his first attempt at a relationship with a girl, especially one who was by her own account looking for recognition and belonging with the boys.

Aside from the physical violence, Thelma’s account details the headtrip of John’s verbal violence. When you’re 16, a week of public mockery can feel like a lifetime. Doubly so when it comes from someone you were once close to. Like Pete and Paul, Thelma figures out how to match John’s level and shut him up. Bill Harry also recalls the importance of standing up to John to gain his respect. Thelma has to deal with him like one of the guys, delivering a verbal uppercut that leaves him clocked out and in the sand.

In a way, John’s mockery of Thelma looks like a mirror of the much longer, much more public mockery Paul gets from John 1970-1972. Ram aside, Paul waits to turn the public equivalent on John until 1972—which just so happens to be when John starts to cool his fire toward Paul. Shevey claims to interview John a day in September 1972 and the only recording she’s released is John ruminating about working as a partner with Yoko vs male artists (“It’s a plus, not a minus. The plus is that your best friend, also, can hold you without…I mean, I’m not a homosexual, or we could have had a homosexual relationship, maybe that would have solved it”) and the continued struggle of making this transition. Assuming Paul knew more about John after 13 years than Thelma did in 6 months, I’m left wondering why did Paul wait so long in the 70s? Maybe it’s harder to kick back when you’re feeling down? Or guilty? Maybe smarting from result of the last attempt? Maybe it’s harder to kick back when there’s a mountain more of feelings between you.

After Thelma gives him a taste of his own medicine, they continue to be on speaking terms though the closeness they had was gone. She recalls loaning him art college assignments because he’s in danger of flunking out. John goes on to date Cynthia, and Thelma remembers thinking he’d fancied her given his taunts but sounds a bit dismayed by how he got her to change her entire identity for him (“He got what he wanted”). She recognizes being married to John would be a “gargantuan task” and had no regrets herself.

Lastly, a comment on Lewisohn’s framing here. I think it’s appropriate to mention John’s guilt and the effect of pop culture on the social mores of the time here. But I find it incredibly distasteful that Lewisohn concludes this incident with a quote that suggests Paul liked John violent and hitting women, considering the actual context of the quote.

Here's Paul's words in Many Years From Now that Lewisohn quotes from:

The first sentence of Paul's words on this says it all. This quote is all about the image of the Teddy Boy as a protective measure. Conflating violence against women with fashion is not helpful at all.

This word-twisting feels especially terrible because Paul ends up dating Thelma himself a few years down the line...

All the Beatles were now in settled relationships. Having ended with Dorothy Rhone, Paul played a broad field without hindrance, sparking flames old and new, and he also (from August 1962) found himself a special new “steady.” This was Thelma Pickles—John’s art school lover before he got together with Cynthia. Paul had always liked Thelma, and happened to see her in Liverpool while driving his car—his proud and precious Ford Consul Classic, which he bought new (“on the never-never”) in early August.16 She married, had a baby boy and then separated from her husband. Approaching 21, Thelma lived in a Prince’s Avenue bedsit as a single parent and was trying to resume her art school studies, a talented young woman … and here in her life arrived Paul McCartney.

He was no longer a slightly plump young schoolboy but very much his own person. I only like visual art, I’m not into music, so I had just a vague notion that John and his group were still going. Paul said he’d pick me up later to see them play at the Cavern. It was a jazz club when I’d last been there. It was full of raw energy. Girls were screaming and boys liked them as well. I’d only ever watched Six-Five Special and this was different. I hadn’t believed what Paul said about their increasing fame—being brought up working-class in that era, we were given to believe “our sort” couldn’t become successful.17

—Tune In (Ch. 31, Aug 19–Oct 4 1962)

Her comment on class and success is important to put in context with the rest of her account. Given John's more middle class standing living with Mimi at the time, I’m sure Thelma felt the power differential between them at least the first time she visited Mendips. Notice how sneaky John is to make sure Mimi doesn’t meet her? It mirrors how John only has the band over when Mimi's out of the house; he knows how she will react to him seeing a working-class girl and doesn’t want the trouble. That sticks with a girl, feeling like you’re not worth the trouble. He does end up introducing the much more prim and proper Cynthia to Mimi, and it still goes terribly, but at least he tries, signaling to Cynthia he sees some future with her. That hit in the neck? Sounds a lot more gruesome than a slap in the face. And it's in public, after she turns him down. Despite their shared closeness alone, the power differential in public still reigns supreme. But she knew her limits and stood firm in spite of it all. We only have one picture of her at this time, but it’s a telling one all the same. I look at it and can’t help thinking, oh, I know this girl. Good for her.

Even after Thelma and Paul’s relationship fizzles, they stay friends through other connections. She ends up dating (and later marrying) Mike’s bandmate, Roger McGough. She recalls staying with Roger at Cavendish in the 60s. It’s not clear if she crosses paths with John at this time. Perhaps her presence prompted the guilt we see John express in 67 in Getting Better and interviews with Hunter Davies. I hope she haunted him…even just a bit.

Sources by Chapter

Chapter 9

30 Observer, December 13, 2009.

31 Author interview, September 6, 2010.

Chapter 10

9 Interview by David Sheff, September 24, 1980, for Playboy.

10 Davies, pp56–7. The song lyric: “I used to be cruel to my woman / I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved”—“Getting Better,” 1967.

11 Interview with Sandra Shevey, the Hartford Courant, November 26, 1972.

12 “The Teddy Boy … that was my scene, but it was only a club to belong to at the time”—interview by David Skan, Record Mirror, October 11, 1969.

13 Many Years From Now, pp49/33.

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16 Author interview, May 2, 1991.

17 Author interview, September 6, 2010, and e-mails August 29, 2010, and February 28, 2012.

#thelma pickles #the only girl on record that was with both john and paul #poor girl #beatle girlfriends #understanding john #teddy or not #my text #reading tune in #her account touches on several bits i keep coming back to #i think the most telling parts about thelma’s story are the trauma bonds that start the relationship #and the lies he spouts at the end after she wounds his ego #okay and 50s schools really failed kids by not giving them medically accurate sex ed #the pill is two years away from release at this point but even then youd need disposal income for it #five mile run euphemism fits in well with his skywriting euphemisms #wordplay #clearly john had an exhibitionist kink #no one ever told teen john your kink isnt your partners kink and thats ok #class and the beatles #long post #women and the beatles #grief #mothers and sons #mark lewisohn #sandra shevey #you know what sends me into a blind rage men calling women ‘females’ at least johns comment is 40 years old what’s marks excuse #more about shevey later bc seriously wtf

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SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE'S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

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Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens (mostly in regards to his relationship with Isaac) = Oh, to see without my eyes. The first time that you kissed me/ Boundless by the time I cried /I built your walls around me/White noise, what an awful sound/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The first time that you touched me /Oh, will wonders ever cease?/Blessed be the mystery of love/Lord, I no longer believe/Cursed by the love that I received/ Now my riverbed has dried. Shall I find no other?/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me. I'm running like a plover. /Now I'm prone to misery./ The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me./ How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder/And what difference does it make when this love is over?/ Hold your hands upon my head 'til I breathe my last breath/ Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me, the last time that you touched me.

The Logical Song - Supertramp = When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful/A miracle, oh, it was beautiful, magical/But then they sent me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, oh, responsible, practical. /Then they showed me a world where I could be so dependable. Oh, clinical, oh, intellectual, cynical/ There are times when all the world's asleep the questions run too deep for such a simple man/ Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned?/I know it sounds absurd/Please tell me who I am/I said, now, watch what you say, they'll be calling you a radical, a liberal, oh, fanatical, criminal./ Oh, won't you sign up your name? We'd like to feel you're acceptable, respectable, oh, presentable, a vegetable.

Dream Sweet in Sea Major - Miracle Musical = Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune/ For merely dreaming we were snow/A siren sounds like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise, and only she can make it right so things are different tonight./ We'll go together in flight. /It's now and never, a reverie endeavor awaits somnambulant directives to take the helm./Believe me, darling the stars were made for falling like melting obelisks as tall as another realm./Un ensemble d'enfants, la galaxie s'étend jardin de l'imagination./ Combler la lacune, voler face à la Lune vois comme nous évoluons./ It feels like flying, dut maybe we're dying./ A cosmic confluence of pyramids hologrammed./ Children born of one emotion our devotion's deepest ocean no division reasoned we'll be free./ To know we are beyond a bow, and lo, the hues arrange to show it's perfectly clear. / Pure delights surround us as we sail. / Now that existence is on the wake let's see what we can make. /We will be atoning at last eternal through the past above a blinding star. / One light higher than the sun, invisible to some. Until it's time.

Father - The Front Bottoms = I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat, and he is screaming and crying for help./ And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him then it ever did protecting myself. /And I believe that, yeah, Dad, maybe no one is perfect, but I believe that you were pushing your luck/ It just sucks it played out like this, a terrible movie and you can tell none of the actors even give a fuck. /Can I sleep in your bed?/ And when I crawl out in the morning can I stay inside your head?/ 'Cause you were high school, and I was just more like real life./ But I was just more like his wife/ I'll do the push-ups, I'll wear the makeup/I'll do whatever he wants all night. /And I am leaving as soon as I come/As soon as I come, you will probably forget my name/I hope I fall asleep at the wheel and crash my car on the ride home. Or I could just stay here.

Broken Crown - Mumford and Sons = Well, touch my mouth and hold my tongue/ I'll never be your chosen one/ The pull on my flesh was just too strong, stifled the choice and the air in my lungs. /Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie. /'Cause when I open my body I breathe in a lie./And I will not speak of your sins/ The mirror shows not/Your values are all shot/But oh, my heart was flawed/ I knew my weakness/ So hold my hand, consign me not to darkness./So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down/I'll never wear your broken crown/ I took the road and I fucked it all away/Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace?/I can take the road and I can fuck it all away, but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate.

Magnum Bullets - Night Runner = A dark and moonless night has never felt so right. /An empty mirror only shows what's left inside/ The neon beckons me beyond its ghostly light/ No longer I pretend the staircase I descend will lead me anywhere but my unscripted end./My heart and hands collide/The gun lays at my side/Too late to turn back, only fate's left to decide/ Back up the stairs again, I am a different man. /A broken mirror only shows as best it can/Running in shoes that shine with blood that isn't mine./A stinging trophy of the battles I've survived/No longer I defend the choices I pretend could make amends that heal the loss of precious time/My conscience paralyzed against the rising tide of haunting memories that drown a wasted life.

Let the River In - Radical Face = I closed my eyes and saw my father's sins/They covered me like a second skin/I peeled them off and sure I bled a bit/And now I'm free to sink my own damn ship/I cut the branch down from my family tree to start a fire in the middle of the living room/Now the house is just ash this time, sink or swim/Let the river in if blood is thicker than water/We might drift away, but we've got thick skin.

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Mina- A Short Story

Synopsis: Crushed by crippling gender dysphoria and her passive ability to read the emotions of others, Mina is at the end of her rope. However, if just one person is kind to her on her way to the bridge, she'll delay her self-induced end.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Gender Dysphoria & Suicidal Ideation

This story is part of A Different Universe, taking place in the Era of Wonder.

"If you're ready to quit this pathetic charade, you can come home."

Mom's words from last week's phone call echoed in my head as I stepped out of the subway station at 181st street.

Sure, I could have taken a cab; it's not like money mattered anymore. But deep down, I prayed that just one person would talk to me along the way, show any sign of compassion.

Just one "hey, everything alright?" would have turned me right back around.

Those that managed to lift their heads from their phones and give me as much as a glance radiated with a potent pity.

"Poor thing; just wasn't cut out for New York City," I could practically hear them say just through their aura alone.

Those folks weren't that bad.

The auras that broke me were those filled to the brim with disgust. The dysphoria was crippling enough as it is. I knew I wasn't passing; it was abundantly clear every time I looked in the mirror. Staring back at me would always be some hunched-over man, stubble bursting from his cheeks and hair bunching up on the back of his neck, desperately pretending to be a girl despite clear visual evidence of the contrary. Having the ability to sense emotions, however, made that dysphoria so much worse.

I had spent enough time in crowded subway cars and cramped stores to know that when someone looked at me, and disgust beamed off of them within seconds, it meant they were thinking "does this gross perverted boy really think he can pass as a girl?"

They were right; they were all fucking right.

After the revolution, drugs that the new government deemed to be luxury medications became increasingly rare. If you didn't have the means to shill out thousands of dollars for a single dose, you just weren't getting any. Almost all forms of hormone replacement therapy fell under that umbrella.

I did the best I could, I really did. I replaced most of my wardrobe and found vocal training classes online. Still, no matter how hard I tried, I just wasn't cutting it.

It wasn't like I had any friends to talk to; my difference always showed me what they really thought of me before we even had the chance to become close.

Sure my office prided themselves on diversity, equity, and inclusion, but the second I came out was the beginning of the end for my job. They could say all they wanted that they supported me, but their ever-present misgendering didn't quite reflect that. Disgust, and even pure malice, bubbled around my department; I didn't even need to read them to know that was the case. From absurd assignments to the sabatoging of my actually-legitimate projects, they were slowly, but surely, forcing me out of the office.

Their strategy worked, of course. When have I ever been strong enough to win any conflict?

Auras of relief flurried around my row of cubicles as I ran out of the building, bawling my eyes out, screaming "I quit!"

Here I was, one month after that escape, not enough in the bank to pay next month's rent. Going home... to my parents house, of course, was no longer an option.

My parents said they would welcome me in with open arms as Mark, their son.

"Mina is just a misguided phase."

Enough said.

I tried my best to bullshit my way into a persecuted differents aid package, but I don't know how I expected any luck on that front, being born years after the war to two non-different parents.

The idea first came into my head around this time last year. I was lying in bed, unable to fall asleep as the sun began to creep its way through the bottom of my dilapidated blinds. At that point, I told myself I had two options. Get in a cab to the George Washington Bridge, or take a walk in Central Park. The latter emerged victorious. Staring at turtles inching their way through the orange-purple-sunrise-reflecting pond, I decided I would give myself another chance.

As I should have known that very night, the next 12 months proved even crueler.

It was exciting, in a way. I was finally going to feel what death felt like. Was it just like falling asleep and never waking up? Would I be in heaven, Hashem there to greet me like my parents and rabbis swore? To be honest, neither seemed quite likely to me.

I always secretly imagined the afterlife as a collection of dark-blue bubbles. Everyone had their own, but it was too fuzzy to see who occupied the neighboring pods. Best of all, it was quiet. No noise but the eonic ocean and blooping of bubbles. Best of all, their membranes would be too thick for my difference to work. My head would finally be quiet.

I crossed my fingers, hoping my wild imagination would prove to be a premonition. As I briskly walked through the neighborhood toward the bridge in the distance, I soaked in the last stretch of New York City streets I would ever see. LED lights blared from ancient bodegas. Electronic music blasted from dimly-lit apartments and bars.

I was told that, despite it being a headquarter city under the triad, the war never really came to New York. Most of the actual fighting took place in the eastern blocs.

Seeing this neighborhood, seemingly untouched from decades upon decades of fascism and war, left a bitter taste in my mouth. They got to carry on unchallenged, while every single step I took, move I made, was combated.

The shivering coursing through my body made me regret not wearing something warmer. I told myself I didn't need it. If I was ever found, I didn't want to be buried in a hoodie and jeans. Instead I wore a sundress, despite the late-November chill piercing my skin, making me shake relentlessly.

I knew that, if my body was found, mom and dad would most likely have the dress replaced with a suit before the funeral, but that didn't matter. I could never be my true self alive; at least I could die my true self.

"Spare a dollar for a veteran?" an aged, homeless man crept his way over from the street corner, shooting me out of my train of thought.

Why the fuck not? I wouldn't need it anyway.

"Sure thing," I waved, stepping in closer to him.

It was the first time I had talked in days, and boy was it bad. Months of vocal training had done as good as the new government had done for the man in front of me. He was old, but not too old. He would have absolutely been a prime fighter 20-30 years ago. Now he had a worn-down prosthetic leg peeking out through the holes in his ripped-up jeans.

"What side did you fight on?" I asked as I sifted through my backpack, searching for my wallet.

"The triad, sadly. I regretted that I didn't just dodge the draft. Never fired a single bullet or threw a single steam canister at those poor differents, but that didn't stop them from blowing off my leg."

"I'm sorry man, I know how awful that must have been, but here, take this."

I pulled out the two $20 bills I had on me and tucked them in his hand.

"This is far too much," the man shook his head and tried to peel my clenched fingers to place the money back in their grasp.

"Take it; I insist," I sternly assured.

"Why thank you madame, thank you so much!" a smile beamed across the man's wrinkled face, showcasing his browning teeth.

Madame... he called me madame. I had told myself that if one person, just one, was kind to me, I would turn around, go back home, and push on. But why did that still feel so impossible?

"You have a wonderful rest of your night," the man shouted as he began to hobble away.

"You... too..." I stuttered, paralyzed.

Frozen in indecision, I stared ahead of me. It was just one more block to the pedestrian entrance of the bridge. But it would only be a few more blocks backward to the 1-line subway station.

As I stood shivering, I closed my eyes. I searched my mind in the darkness for just one friend, one person who I knew would be there for me. I couldn't find anyone in the inky-black abyss. Sure that man was kind to me, but odds are I would never see him again. Odds are he wouldn't even survive the winter. The world was so much colder than my body was. So I opened my eyes, and trekked on toward the bridge.

My mind kept wandering back to that realm of bubbles. It seemed so much more appealing than getting back on that train to my rat-infested apartment that I'd be evicted from in a matter of weeks.

And there I was, standing right in front of the railing guarding the wanderers of the bridge from the roaring-black river below. Without hesitation, I climbed up to the top of the railing, and hoisted myself onto its icy, rusting tips.

I stared ahead at the city from which I came, the city that chewed me up and spat me out without as much as an apology. It glowed and glistened against the orange-blackness of the polluted night sky. Despite it being almost 5am, it was alive, disgustingly beautiful. It made me want to jump even more.

I pushed myself up, redirecting my weight to my arms and the front half of my body. That shift was just enough to send me propelling over the railing toward the bobbing darkness of the water below.

WHISH

I was lifted up and slammed back down onto the concrete path behind me.

"Ow fuck!" I shouted as my back spasmed in pain from the crash.

"The water would have hurt a whole lot more, I guarantee it," a voice assured.

I let out an echoing gasp of relief. Pent-up fear I didn't even know was in me whistled from my lungs. I looked up to see the figure in front of me.

She was surprisingly tall, and visibly muscular. She donned a black leather jacket, her neon-pink hair resting on its sleeves. I glanced down to see that she wasn't actually touching the ground, but was floating a few feet above the filthy pavement. She looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

A concoction of relief and compassion were radiating from her in the most tremendous aura I had ever read. They smacked against my own dread, engaging in a brutal melee.

I couldn't contain myself; my body was overcome by violent sobbing. She gently landed feet first in front of me, crouching down to my level. She didn't say a word; she just wrapped her warm arms around me and held me tight. We sat huddled up as all the feeling trapped inside me burst its way out in a relentless flood of wails and tears. Only when the sun began to creep its way up from behind the city skyline did she unlink her arms.

"Do you think you're ready to move again?"

Wiping my swollen eyelids, I nodded. She smiled, sending waves of compassion my way.

"What's your name, angel?" she asked in the gentlest of tones.

"Mina," I sniffled.

"That's such a beautiful name," she beamed.

"I'm Roxy."

#writeblr #a different universe #short story

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Journal Entry 1- The Playa Players

“I couldn’t possibly go to Mexico!” I exclaimed dramatically to my friends, who were all planning a getaway from the barren cold landscape of Fargo, North Dakota, to Playa Del Carmen. My company had been demanding all of my time and money, leaving me with barely enough energy to crawl into bed at night, let alone jet off to a tropical paradise. But my friends were a persuasive bunch, and before I knew it, I found myself rummaging through old flight credits from the summer of quarantine. Lo and behold, I had an unused one that was just begging to be put to good use. So, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, I hopped on a flight and made my way down to Cancun.

As I sat on the public bus to Playa, feeling tired but excited, I couldn’t help but wonder what the quick weekend had in store for me. I was going to secretly see Phil tonight for an innocent dinner since my friends had a long day trip planned to Tulum and certainly wouldn’t be back until late.

Of course, as luck would have it, my friends had in fact, canceled their day trip to Tulum and were lounging around the room when I arrived. My secret plans were foiled..I reluctantly had to explain why I couldn’t join them for dinner that night.

I had promised to meet up with my ex-boyfriend, who was currently living in Playa. It had been a while since I’d seen him, and even though I knew it wasn’t good for me (as I sure will be the theme for this journal) I decided to quietly make plans to catch up with him. Melania, loathes that I have kept in contact with him, and since she is the one who convinced me to book the ticket and donate a spare twin bed to me, she couldn’t help but be miffed. I assured her and the others I would be ready to party with them in a few short hours.

I slipped into a cute brown woven dress without a bra – because let’s be real, who needs that kind of restriction?? Now, I may have been running on fumes with no sleep for days, but I wasn’t about to let that stop me from the chance at fun. When in Mexico…right? I touched up my makeup and gave my natural curls a little scrunch to add some extra sass and headed out the door.

And then, there he was. The guy who had tossed me aside like yesterday’s news after I simply asked him to use protection. I mean, seriously, how hard is it to wrap it up? But even though he threw away our relationship like garbage, I couldn’t help but feel a flush when I saw him.

It had been eight long months since I’d gotten any action, and damn, there he was, looking hotter than ever. I know I probably should have been mad at him, but I just couldn’t help myself. Maybe it was his quirky aspergers traits, or maybe it was the cocaine he had for breakfast, but I genuinely feel like he is literally incapable of real human connection, so I had continued to give him the biggest hall pass of the century.

We had dated on and off for over four years, but the relationship had never been exclusive – at least not on his end, but when he gave me his undivided attention, I swear I felt like the queen of the universe.

But let’s talk about the real reason I kept coming back for more: the sex. This man knew how to make my body sing like a freaking symphony. And the size difference between us only added to the excitement. I mean, I’m a petite 5’0″ ball of pure fire and energy, while he’s this massive, calm and collected, hunk of man who could toss me around like a rag doll. And you know what? I loved every second of it.

The moment I wasn’t with him, he would disappear like a phantom, leaving me feeling confused and frustrated. At 52 years old, he had once told me that I was “the first real relationship he ever had”. I had to laugh at that – after all, he had never even met my family, and I had let him fuck other people. But to him, a real relationship simply meant being willing to be seen in public with me in front of friends and coworkers. .

There was something about the way he took control that just drove me wild. Honestly, I’m not sure if it was his attentiveness or our incredible connection in the bedroom (or the balcony, or the sleek kitchen counter ) that had me hooked. All I know is that this guy was like a drug to me, and I couldn’t get enough. So maybe I was the one with the “drug” problem after all…not him.

Despite all odds, he was actually an upgrade from my ex, the king of narcissism. The inspiration behind my decision to embark on this wild social experiment in the first place… At least what I saw with Phil, is what I got. He was refreshingly authentic. No dual lives and lies, empty promises and even emptier wallets.

No matter what, I had promised myself (and Melania) that I would not hook up with him, no matter how much tequila was involved.

Dinner went as expected. Romeo’s is my favorite hole in the wall Italian place in Playa, well, let’s be real, in all of the galaxy. Across from me, Phil chattered on about his latest achievements, from mastering the art of diving to his ever-expanding business empire. As much as I tried to stay focused on our conversation, my mind kept drifting to the past.

As I watched him eat his last bite of truffle ravioli, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at how seemingly awesome his life was despite how much he had hurt me. Aside from his philandering ways, his life seemed so damn perfect. But then again, when you’ve quadrupled your net worth in three years, it’s easy to see why the world is your oyster.

I’ve seen the new younger and hotter blondes that he’s been screwing. I’d done just an innocent amount of rabbit hole internet sleuthing over the last 9 months since we had broken up…as had some of my friends.. He was now trolling for women barely out of college, enticing them with simply the promise of 2 day long blow and liquor fueled trips to his time-share in Puerto Vallarta.

I used to think our 15-year age gap was significant, but it paled in comparison to the 30-year chasm he was now bridging with his arrangement site conquests. I realized that money truly could buy happiness, or at least a never-ending supply of willing young bimbos. The age gap works just fine when you’re 6’4” with a bio that blatantly parades your net worth is over ten million dollars.

The pandemic had been an absolute nightmare for me. My life had been crushed in every possible way, from becoming a homeschool kindergarten teacher overnight to my 5 year old son, to literally being terminated from my own company that I had started from the ground up, and getting quite literally ghosted by the new guy I thought would change my word. But then there was Phil, the lucky bastard who managed to thrive despite everything. He had even sold three bars in October 2019, right before the world came crashing down on the industry due to Covid. It was like he had a crystal ball or something. He had invested the money wisely and had exploded his net worth in the process.

“I own over 200 doors now,” he boasted, his muscular chest puffed up with pride.

While I was struggling to pay rent on my one measly apartment, Phil was buying up real estate left and right in Detroit like it was Monopoly money. His life looked so easy, and it made me queasy.

I had given this man everything, my heart and soul included. And what did he do? He threw it all away because I dared to ask for safe sex in our open relationship. Ethically non-monogamous my ass.

I swore to myself that I would never let him touch me again, no matter how desperate I was. It had been 9 long months since we had broken up, and I could last nine more if it meant I wouldn’t have to worry about some Mexican hybrid STD he’d picked up since he’d been here.. La Cucaracha in my crotcha? No gracias.

As we finished our delicious meal with a slice of heavenly berry cheesecake, Phil grabbed the bill. It was one thing he had always done, take care of me. I had been on a few dates since the breakup, but none of the men on the Bumble roster could hold a candle to Phil. Half of them didn’t even offer to pay for the damn meal. No wonder I was still single.

#breakups #online dating #bumble #exes #narcissist #sugardaddy #seeking

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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jjk characters handling your period

Summary: “What do you mean, no baby this month either? Okay, suffer then.” - your damn uterus

Pairings: Gojo/Megumi/Nanami/Naoya/Toji x Reader

Content warning: the monthly bloody nightmare your uterus puts you through and the whole shebang that comes with it, language warning, suggestive themes, explicit warning for Toji (you’ll see why)

A/N: purely self-indulgent because I suffer. @megumifushi and @sukirichi , my gals, I gotcha. Also dedicated to all readers who suffer from the same fate (may it be right now or not). Also: Yes, absolutely open the video I linked in Megumi’s part (it’s safe, I promise).

Gojo Satoru

You turn and turn in bed uncomfortably. Something isn’t right, you think and it’s not the fact that Satoru is missing next to you. Not knowing immediately irritates you. All of a sudden you become painfully aware of your lower region. Yes, of course it had to be that time of the month. You just knew you already stained your panties and perhaps the sheets haven’t been spared either. Getting out of bed, then realizing it was already past noon, you sprinted to the bathroom. Fuck, moving fast was not a good idea.

Having changed the sheets and your stained panties, you made your way to the kitchen. Your stomach growled, signaling you were hungry, but at the same time you feared. Smelling food, let alone tasting too much of it, was a slippery slope – either your nose would protest or your stomach, no in-between. Regardless, you had to eat; or were you supposed to starve to death because of this? Not in this lifetime. “I AM BACK!” an annoyingly loud voice rang through the apartment. You groan and turn around. “Fuck off, Satoru,” you say. Your irritation flaring up for seemingly no reason. “Stop being so motherfucking loud. My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my pussy is fighting the crimson war right now,” you snarled at him.

“Oh honey, seems like I called the right shots then,” he declared proudly and held up a bag filled with... snacks? “I already called in sick for you for the next few days,” Satoru continued to explain as he wrapped his arms around you, “and I’ll be by your side 24/7 for the next two days. We’ll do fun stuff. How does movie night with lots of cuddling for tonight sound?”

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Simple: I don’t want to be castrated by you,” he whispered back and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Fair enough. What will we do tomorrow?” He stayed silent but pulled out a black card out of his sleeve. You gasped.

Fushiguro Megumi

Ping. A notification. Quickly, you scrambled to get your phone to see what that was about. You desperately needed some distraction right now. The pain was too much. Your boyfriend Megumi had gone somewhere you didn’t know. All you knew was that your boobs were sore, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric were already too much. In addition to that, you also experienced period cramps, resulting in back pain as well. Life was not easy at the moment but at least you could lay in bed for today, doing absolutely nothing.

Unlocking your phone, you saw a new message from Yuji: “omg look at this???” [Video link] It was a video of 42 seconds. There was a cute seal – probably the cutest and fluffiest seal you have ever seen – and background music. It may have only lasted 42 seconds but it definitely triggered some happy feelings inside you; it was so pure and you loved the energy of the clip. Perhaps these feelings were a bit too intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face and you started sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It wasn’t even a sad video, was it?

You buried your face in the blankets, weeping as if someone just broke up with you. Through your loud crying, you did not notice the door opening. A jangling noise could be heard from your nightstand. Instantly, you shot up to check for intruders but luckily, it was Megumi. A frown spread on his face. “What happened?” he asked as his thumbs wiped your tears from your cheeks. You showed him the video, still sobbing, “Look at the seal... It’s so c-cute. I just... got emotional because it really t-traveled the world. This cutie deserves the whole world...”

“And so do you,” he bluntly stated, “now take the ibuprofen I brought you for the cramps and rest up.” As a matter of fact, he not only brought you painkillers but a hot water bottle and food as well.

Nanami Kento

“No, give me that. Lay down and rest. I can dust off the shelves on my own,” his deep voice commanded. If there was a man that screamed “male wife” it was definitely Nanami Kento, particularly when it came to you being on your period. You weren’t allowed to do anything in the house, except for very light chores. With good reason. “Kento, I can do–” Yeah, no, it wasn’t possible and Kento knew it too well.

You weren’t lucky when it came to period symptoms. Besides excruciating back pain, extremely sore breasts and headaches, you also had the luck to suffer from dizziness every single time you experienced the monthly nuisance. The first time you even passed out. In fact, it had happened several times. And that was precisely how Kento decided to not let you do anything. Still, you felt bad to leave everything to Kento. His work already demanded so much from him and here you were, being babied and even spoon-fed. You didn’t even have to cook your own meals or wash and iron laundry.

You had barely said those words when the unwelcome whirling sensation took you over again. Your feet wobbled, you were in danger of crashing to the ground. In a flash, Kento was by your side to steady you. “I told you not to overdo it.” He cupped your cheek with his warm hand. “Sorry, Kento. I’ll... just rest for a minute.”

Zenin Naoya

Period pain? Laughable. Naoya thought it was pathetic. A woman – these already weak creatures – having period symptoms was a mystery to him. What could possibly hurt about bleeding a little? He couldn’t understand. Your pitiable and sorry state was only another inconvenience to him. Not that you hindered him in any way – you were obedient enough to be quiet and complain as little as possible – but he absolutely despised seeing that annoying expression of pain on your face every time he had to look at it.

Hell, he didn’t even want to engage in sexual activities with you during that time, even though he had randomly picked up somewhere that it might help. Not that he wanted to help you, it was your problem and yours only, not his. “Stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s disgusting,” he remarked condescendingly as he got dressed for wherever he had to go. “When will you be back?” you croaked out but he totally ignored you.

“Women are so damn weak. It’s so fucking pathetic, I almost want to give you a hug,” Naoya gagged. He was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of your face that was contorted with pain. In long strides, he made it to one of the cabinets, fished out a tiny box and threw it on the bed. “Tsk, you better get well soon so you can serve me again, dumb bitch.”

Fushiguro Toji (soft)

Work hadn’t been treating him kindly: not yesterday, not today, not ever. Although he was highly capable and never failed to exceed himself, all Toji truly wanted to do was to go home. When he finally made it through the door, he called out, “Am home.” Usually, you would come running to greet him but when nothing but silence greeted him, his hand instantly moved to the cursed creature lingering on his shoulder. It was suspicious. Did enemies manage to find this hideout? Where were you? His hands started sweating.

Stealthily, he approached the kitchen. To his surprise, he saw your form in front of the counter, hunched over in pain. Dropping his offensive stance immediately, he quickly strode over to check on you. “Hey, what are you doing there?” he asked, hesitatingly putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, grimacing with pain, “Oh, Toji. I didn’t realize you were home yet. Sorry, I’m not done cooking dinner yet, I just feel so nauseous, exhausted and my entire back and shoulders hurt so much. It’s so sore.” “I see.” He nodded, understanding what was happening. Suddenly, he lifted you effortlessly. You squealed, “Toji!! What are you doing?!” “Taking care of you,” he promised. “But dinner!” “Don’t care.”

Making his way to the bedroom, Toji laid down with you on top of him. Something about his warmth already made you feel better but as his large palms rubbed your back in circular motions, you felt as if you were in heaven. Toji’s ministrations soothed the pain so well, you almost let out a moan. Now that the pain didn’t overshadow all the other symptoms anymore, the drowsiness took over. “Toji, ‘m tired,” you mumbled; eyelids fluttering already. “Then sleep. I’ll take care of dinner later,” he whispered. You only hummed in response, already far too gone. Slowly but surely, his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep. “Sleep tight.”

Taglist: @megumifushi @gojos-mochi @assbuttbaek @bleueluna

#gojo x reader #megumi x reader #nanami x reader #naoya x reader #toji x reader #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #nanami kento #zenin naoya #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #tw: period talk #tw: periods #tw: menstruation

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helpistolethesecharacters · 3 years

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Love Conquers All

Zuko x Male Reader

Word Count: 1856

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Y/n could understand where Zuko was coming from, but he knew he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't go as well as he had perhaps envisioned.

It was all very well and good that he had finally found his way, but he had hurt the Avatars group a fair bit before finding his way. Y/n also knew that as someone who had been a part of Zuko's attempts to hurt them, he had no leg to stand on in helping smooth the situation over. He hadn't been as single-minded in his focus on capturing the Avatar, but he had only cared because Zuko cared.

He didn't think that would matter to them, but then, Y/n didn't particularly care one way or the other how they felt about him. The only person who mattered to him was Zuko. Well, and Iroh, but that was a given of anyone who had met the calm old man.

When they made it to the kids campsite Y/n hung back, staying by the exit. It wasn't that he didn't trust them not to ambush him and Zuko, oh wait, it was that. Never mind.

Y/n watched the exchange carefully. He could feel it in the air mere seconds before she struck.

Faster than their eyes could follow, Y/n moved. By the time that everyone had caught up with the events, Y/n was standing in front of Zuko, sheathing his sword after having deflected Katara's water whip.

Silence reigned for a single heartbeat. Then Katara shrieked in outrage.

"How dare you!"

Y/n was sure she was still speaking, but he had a habit of being selectively deaf when it most benefited him.

And then, with almost no warning she was throwing water at him with increasingly wild movements.

It was no match for Y/n's technique.

It wasn't common knowledge, in fact, he had hidden it for most of his life, but Y/n was an airbender.

Yeah, literally the biggest lie in their world was that there were no more airbenders. The Air Nomads had had the practice of removing non-benders from their society and giving them to the other kingdoms.

What they didn't know was that all it took was for the right circumstances to happen and suddenly you had airbenders in the descendants of those non-benders.

It didn't change much ultimately, they were so few that they wouldn't ever be considered a threat to anyone, not that the Air Nomads had been when the Fire Nation had attacked them a hundred years ago.

What it all came down to, was a confused child suddenly developing powers that no one was able to control anymore.

Luckily for Y/n, the only person who had been around the first time he had bended was Zuko. As secrets tend to do, it had bound the two closer together than anyone would have thought ever since that day.

It was a loyalty that had seen Y/n stowing away on the ship Zuko had been banished on, and one that had been returned by Zuko had never once considered that the apparently Fire Nation child could be the reborn Avatar.

What it came down to, was that Katara was having no luck besting Y/n. Much as he wanted to put her in her place properly, Y/n knew that what they were trying to accomplish here would be hurt by that. From the looks of things though, they might have lost that chance.

Y/n stayed on the defensive, letting her tire herself out instead of outright attacking. He was worried about the look the Avatar was giving him though. That wide eyed expression couldn't mean anything good for his secret. He had always known that it would come out eventually, but he had hoped it would last longer than this dammit!

"Katara stop!"

The kid was trying to get in between then now, but the water tribe girl was apparently past the point of caring. She was just not backing down.

"Wait, I wanna talk to him!"

"No! They need to get out of here and never come back!"

Y/n was sure that her words might have been more intimidating if she weren't so clearly out of her league. He decided to ignore the voice in the back of his head that whispered that if he had used even half of his abilities properly before this they might have caught the Avatar long ago.

The element of surprise couldn't be taken for granted after all, and judging from the kid's reaction just now, all they would have had to do was show him Y/n's powers and he probably would have stayed on the ship that first day.

Y/n pulled himself out of his thoughts with a shrug. It was a bit late for that right now.

The Avatar had managed to get between Y/n and Katara, and seemed to be trying to talk her down from her rage. Y/n watched, only mildly interested. This wasn't how he had thought today would go.

He turned to Zuko, who was still standing behind him.

"Are you okay?"

He just looked Y/n over, head to toe looking for injuries.

"I'm fine, but are you sure it was a good idea to show them that? I could have taken a few hits. I've had worse before, you know that."

Y/n clenched his jaw at the reminder.

"I know. I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you willingly putting yourself in danger though. You didn't even try to defend yourself. Don't think I didn't spot that."

Y/n leveled a flat stare at Zuko.

He at least had the good grace to blush in shame and hide behind his fringe.

Y/n turned back to the group of kids gathered in front of them.

He gave them his best blank stare. He had nothing more to say to them, this was about Zuko teaching the Avatar firebending after all.

Besides, he was sure that anything he said would be twisted around and spat back at him by the water tribe girl.

"You're an airbender!"

Y/n refused to give up his secret that easily.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The little blind girl perked up.

"You're lying. You are an airbender? I thought they were all wiped out."

Y/n stubbornly refused to respond. He could see the water tribe girl's eye narrow at his silence. She was just about to explode on him again when Y/n felt a shift in the air. Less than a second later he felt Zuko's hand on his shoulder.

He slumped slightly. Damn Zuko's soft heart.

"Yes. I can bend air."

The shout of pure joy that the Avatar let out was enough to make Y/n feel slightly guilty about keeping it from him the whole time he had been after him.

"I'm not alone! There must be more, right? Some of the monks survived and hid right? Please tell me!"

Man, this kid was excitable, and as happy as he was, Y/n didn't want to be the one to tell him that he was wrong. He couldn't take the soft option of letting Zuko tell him though, they would probably turn on the both of them and Zuko wouldn't be able to fulfill his destiny.

"No."

"No you're not going to tell him?"

That girl was really starting to get on Y/n's nerves.

"No, they didn't survive."

That shut her up.

It also made the kid tear up, but there was no point building a lie just to make him feel better in this moment. That would be more cruel than the truth.

"The only reason that I exist right now is because of your ancestors though. Your people had a practice of testing their babies for airbending potential."

The Avatar was nodding along. Good, this wouldn't be a surprise to him.

"Well, when they showed to be non-benders your people gave them away. They were sent off to the other kingdoms, not welcome in, nor considered to be, a part of the Air Nomads."

"Air Nomads are airbenders, so if they aren't airbenders they aren't Air Nomads. That's just the way things are."

Y/n grit his teeth. It was an old hurt, but it still stung. He pulled in a deep breath and the only thing that stopped him from screaming about the injustice of it all was Zuko's hand that was still on his shoulder lending him the strength to continue.

"Your people were wrong. Occasionally their methods would be wrong, and they would let a bender slip away into another kingdom. But more than that, its in our blood, in the thing that makes us who we are. When enough of your ancestors were born from the Air Nomads, no matter whether they could bend themselves or not, you have the possibility to end up as a bender."

The Avatar's jaw was hanging open as he stared in horror at Y/n.

"But, they couldn't possibly have known that! If they had, maybe they wouldn't have done what they did."

Y/n's eyes shone with a dark light. This was something he would ultimately have to give up, but it was worth planting the seed if he could.

"So your saying that the only possible use non-benders have is the possibility of benders being born from them?"

The Avatar stopped cold and stared at Y/n in horror.

"What? No! Of course not!"

"Then what? You had no problem with the idea that they would be thrown away like yesterday's garbage up until now. The only thing that's changed is this piece of information."

Y/n pulled back as he saw the tears form in the Avatar's eyes.

"Think on that for a while. You have a non-bender in your group. Do you consider him to be useless?"

The kids all looked like they had been hit over the head.

Y/n was sure that this would be the end of their interaction for the day.

"We'll come back tomorrow. Maybe then we can talk without resorting to violence."

He turned back to Katara who looked like she was getting ready to unleash whatever thoughts had been happening in that head of hers.

"Before you put your foot in it, consider this. We have two things you want. One you desperately need, the other, something you desperately want. Have a good night."

Zuko turned and walked back the way they had come, with Y/n bringing up the rear. He didn't trust them not to attack them from behind.

Y/n hoped that with the reminder that they needed Zuko to teach the Avatar firebending, they would be more open to meeting the next day. If that weren't enough, then there was the added bonus of Y/n being the only other airbender that they knew. He was sure that the Avatar wouldn't be able to resist the pull to be around someone who was like him for long.

Either way, they still had a long way to go to convince them that they didn't want to hurt them and that this wasn't a trap.

'Oh well,' Y/n thought as he lay sleepily beside their fire, 'things always look better in the morning.'

#Zuko x Male Reader #Atla #avatar the last airbender #male reader

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