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highway-143 · 1 month ago

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obsession- nishimura riki

genre: fluff, suggestive, maybe angst (?), university au, s2f2e2l (idk man) answer to this ask

pairing: soccer player!riki x fem!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko @planetmarlowe (open taglist)

word count: 4.5k

now playing: mastermind- taylor swift

a.n- ty anonie ehehe ilysm ur so sweet

tw: fluffy fluff, shirtless riki (HAHAHA) profanity, a lil kissing but idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to harm any idol in the story

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

you liked riki.

that was an understatement, actually.

you had the biggest crush on him it was possible to have.

and he was completely oblivious. or at least you thought he was.

you've had a crush on him since 11th grade, when he moved into your school. he was smart, funny, and the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. best soccer player too.

too bad you were too scared to talk to him.

so you thought it was the miracle of miracles that you ended up at the same university. he had gotten a full-ride scholarship to play on their soccer team, the marlins, and you somehow got in with your nervously-written application.

in all fairness, it was probably looking like you followed him. but you didn't, it was just fate.

and fate was what found you here, outside the sports field, staring at the coach's assistant ad.

that was your in.

so you texted the number, fingers crossed and heart hopeful.

you: hey, is this coach wilkins? i'm y/n l/n and i'd like to apply for the assistant job you had posted.

and then two hours later, you get a response.

wilkins: you've come to the right place! meet me in my office this afternoon around 3 and we can talk some more!

you giddily walk to her office all the way across campus from the dorms, iced coffee in hand and a sense of 'finally' coursing through your veins.

"hey! y/n, right?" she says as you open her door. her features are very tight and controlled, a slick back ponytail giving her a more youthful look even though she had to be in her late thirties. "come on in!"

you smile and sit across from her at her desk. she points to your drink.

"americano?"

you nod.

"those are my favorite!"

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "yeah, they're delicious! im actually so addicted to coffee"

"girl, me too." she leans back in her chair, propping her sneaker-clad feet on the desk. "so," she rubs her hands together. "most of the job is just helping out the team, getting waters and moving equipment, you know the drill."

she picks up a soccer ball from where it sat on her desk. "and of course there would be compensation. are you up for the job?"

you grin, liking her more and more. "of course! thank you so much coach!"

"call me sarah. first practice is tomorrow at 5 in the morning. don't be late."

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"come on cupcakes, you can run faster!"

needless to say, coach wilkins is a little harsher with her team than she is with you. you watch as the group of 25 boys pant on the field, legs pumping as they run laps from goal to goal. the air is frigid and the sky is dark with the hint of light coming from the east.

you didn't regret being up to see it, even if it meant less sleep than normal.

you turn to sarah. "so how long do they last."

"as long as i tell them they need to." she winks and you laugh. "but it's usually about fifty laps before one of them needs a break."

"damn, that's impressive."

"not when the opposing teams can do sixty. that's what we focus on in morning practice. endurance."

you watch as one of the boys stumbles.

"hey crane! pick up the pace!"

he nods and pushes ahead.

you watch in awe.

"how do you just... get them to listen to you like that?"

she laughs. "i really don't know. but i do know that they know that i care about them and their futures. that might be part of it."

all of the boys push through, the first collapse at lap 57.

"great job, marlins! we're almost there!" she shouts across the field.

you scan through the sea of faces, trying to find the one all of this was for.

riki.

he was in the very back, arms raised above his head and sweat on his forehead. his tank top looked just as wet despite the chilly breeze.

his hair was a tousled mess, wet and on the verge of dripping into his eyes. it was a good look on him.

you pick up the bag of waters and start handing them out, the group of out of breath boys thanking you as soon as their hands touched the cold plastic.

your finger brushes riki's when he reaches for one, and your eyes meet his even in the swarm of sweaty shirts and shouting voices.

he grins, a sweet one that you had come to love, and says "thanks"

you smile, nod, and keep distributing the water.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

"wait up!"

you turn around, hearing the voice you knew all too well, and drop the bag of soccer balls in your hands. riki comes to a stop in front of you and smiles.

"you're y/n, right? didn't we go to high school together?"

he sticks out a hand, and you shake it. "yeah, we did. i think we might have been in the same-"

"world economics class, yeah!" he interrupts, but you laugh anyway.

he grabs the bag of balls and walks with you to the storage closet across the field. "so, what did you come here for?"

"i... don't really know. i haven't decided on a major yet, i'm just trying everything."

"that's real. i didn't know you were into soccer though."

you look up at him, giving your carefully thought out excuse.

"yeah, my cousin plays so i know my way around and i saw the ad so... why not make a little extra money, you know?"

he tosses the bag into the shed and looks back at you. he looks tragically beautiful in the sunrise lighting, hair pushed out of his glinting eyes and body shimmering with sweat.

"cool. anyways, i'll see you at practice tonight?"

"yup!"

and you watch him jog off the field and back onto campus, an excitement you hadn't felt since 11th grade filling your body.

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it wasn't long before you were hooked on riki.

it all started on the third day of practice. sarah had you bring the team dinner, just sandwiches from the deli down the street.

riki, instead of sitting with his friends, walked over to the bleachers to talk to you.

you were sitting with sarah, but she gave you a part knowing, part amused, and part curious look, and gets up to berate jack wilson for throwing a tomato at grant james.

"hey," he says, sitting next to you and unwrapping his turkey sandwich. "so i was wondering... do you like parties?"

"depends on the party. why?" you ask, leg bouncing and heart racing.

"there's like... this thing? it's on sunday, and it's like, kind of a party, but more like a banquet for all the sports teams."

"yo, that's cool!" you say, trying to sound oblivious.

"yeah, it is. but there's this thing where all the starters for the teams bring.... like, a date? so i was wondering if you'd maybe wanna go? like i know we don't really know each other but it's better than asking my sister and you're the only other girl i know at this school."

you fight a giggle that was brewing in your chest, along with the massive fist-pump and cheer that would inevitably happen later.

"yeah, sounds fun! mind if i give you my number and you can text me the details?"

"sure," he hands you his phone and cracks his knuckles while you tap on it. "thank you again, you're a lifesaver."

you grin and nod, happier than you could ever have been.

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riki texted you saturday night.

riki: hey y/n, its riki. the banquet thing is gonna be at 7, so i'll come to your dorm and pick you up around 6:40 so we can walk there.

riki: sound good?

riki: its formal dress btw

you jump up and down in your room, and your roomate stares at you like you've lost your mind.

you: okay, that's perfect! see you tmrw

riki: 👍

you throw yourself onto your bed and kick your legs into the mattress. your roomate watches you with curiosity.

"are you okay? what happened?"

"just... something i've been waiting years for."

she nods and goes back to reading her book, shaking her head at you.

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you were on edge all day sunday.

the team had the day off for practice, so you didn't see riki at all.

nope, that's a lie.

you did see him at walmart with his little sister when you were shopping, but you ducked into the next aisle before he noticed you standing by the ice cream.

you didn't want to be awkward around him.

in retrospect, you probably would've been fine if you said hi and started a conversation, but your nerves and the family size bag of goldfish in your cart got the better of you.

you put a lot of work into your appearance that night.

the only times riki had seen you, you were wearing workout shorts or sweats and a ratty hoodie that was comfy but definetly well-loved.

but this time, it was different.

you were in a black silk dress with a low cut and a long slit from ankle to mid thigh. the straps were thin, holding the fabric up just enough so you could show a little cleavage.

a few silver bracelets adorned your wrists, a dainty necklace accentuating your collarbones, and your hair fell in perfect curls around your face.

you pulled on a pair of black heels, making yourself taller.

good, riki was fucking giant.

and when you met him outside your building, purse in hand, you're pretty sure you saw his jaw hit the floor.

he stared at you, and you did a little twirl, blushing when he blatantly looked you up and down.

"holy shit, you look stunning."

you could say the same about him, his black suit crisp over his white shirt that had a few of the buttons undone and a sliver of chest showing that you hadn't seen since senior prom.

"thank you," you say, still standing three feet away.

"we... we should get going."

you follow him through the campus, winding around the many buildings filled with students enjoying their day off.

"you look... really handsome in a suit." you say, half giggling, half embarrassed.

he laughs, a deep sound that has your legs shaking, and smirks at you.

"i haven't worn it in a while, i'm surprised it still fits."

you smile. "is it the same one from prom?"

"yeah, but i'm fairly certian i've grown since then."

"yeah, you definetly gained more muscle."

he grins, hoping you wouldn't see how happy he was that you noticed.

truth be told, riki found you really cute. your personality made him weak in the knees, and your kindness had him wanting to be around you more than he thought he'd want to be.

he was surprised that he'd never met you before.

you walk past a group of little kids playing at a park down the road. one of them, a little girl, was shouting at a boy at the top of the kiddie zipline.

"dont get hurt!" you hear her yell up to him.

you pause, and riki stumbles when he realizes you weren't walking next to him.

"okay, i promise!" he calls down.

she watches in fear as he jumps off the ledge, swinging down to where she waited at the bottom.

"you're so brave!" she said, giving him a hug.

riki recognized the look on the boy's face, it was the same one he had not even two minutes ago.

you coo at the scene.

"aren't they cute? remember being a little kid and being able to show affection like that? god, i miss those days."

you keep walking, and riki follows. "yeah, it was great."

"did you see the way he looked after?" you ask, a sparkle in your eyes when you meet riki's gaze.

"yeah, lovestruck."

you and riki laugh, your heart filled with love and happiness.

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the banquet was nicer than you thought it would be. there were thousands of people, all dressed in formal attire and milling around the room like they owned it.

riki quickly found some of his friends, and introduced you to them.

heeseung, the point gaurd for the basketball team, shook your hand and gave riki a bro hug.

jake, one of his closest friends and defender on the soccer team, gave you an easy smile, and pointed out his date, ashley, who was talking animatedly with a group of girls.

"i don't think she cares about me." he tries to laugh it off, but you see the hurt in his eyes.

riki claps him on the shoulder. "bro, she's not worth it then, you're better than that."

"yeah man," says heeseung, handing him a glass of soda from a waiter. "you're way too good to be chasing any girl that doesn't give a shit about you."

jake chuckles and takes a swig of (what you assumed was) coca cola.

"come on, y/n," heeseung turns to you. "you'd go for a guy like jake, right?"

you stutter, unsure of what to say.

"i mean, yeah! he's handsome and funny, what more could a girl ask for?"

heeseung shakes his head, laughing at riki's face.

"dude, you look like somebody just smacked your mother." says jake.

you turn to find riki composing himself, wiping the jealousy off his face and replacing it with an eye roll.

"okay buddy, time to get you off the caffeine."

jake shakes his head defiantly and takes another sip of his drink. "if you do, there are gonna be two extra balls rolling around on that soccer field."

everyone bursts into laughter, jake's smirk proving his shift in emotions.

the panel of coaches gathers everyone's attention, announcing that dinner would be served soon, and that people should start taking seats.

you, riki, heeseung, and jake all sit together, ashley somewhere across the room with the other girls.

"so riki, are you ready for the first game?" asks heeseung.

"ehh, mostly. kinda nervous but i know i'm gonna play well."

"uh, you definitely are," you say, raising an eyebrow at him. "you're literally the best forward on the team, you're gonna win the game for us."

he smiles at you. "thanks, i hope you're right."

"she's right bro, you're insanely good at soccer." says heeseung, picking at the food on his plate. "like it's scary."

riki laughs, taking a bite of steak.

jake tells you a story about his older brother and a bowl of mac and cheese for the next ten minutes, and you stand up to use the bathroom when he finishes.

jay, one of the players on the football team takes your spot, looking at riki.

"where the fuck did you find her?"

riki laughs, trying his best to not look like a dork in front of one of the most well known kid in the school.

"she's the coach's assistant for our team. i had to ask somebody last minute and she was right there." he lies. "i don't really care about her, she's kind of annoying."

jay smirks. "great, mind if i take a shot at her?"

riki's jaw clenches, furious that jay was treating you like an object to be acquired, but he has a reputation he needs to build.

"nah bro, she's all yours."

jay slides out of your seat, walking back to his table.

heeseung and jake stare at riki like he had gone insane.

"um, what the fuck just happened?"

riki shrugs his shoulders. "i have an impression to make. plus, she would never go for a guy like him. too cocky."

"okay dude, you could do that without insulting her."

riki frowns, eating his asparagus. "okay. but it's not like she's here, she doesn't have to know. and i didn't mean it."

"tell that to the girl that just ran out of the room."

riki's eyes go wide, and he swivels his head to look around, not seeing you anywhere.

"oh fuck," he looks at heeseung. "which way did she go?"

heeseung points to an entrance, and riki immediately stands from his seat.

but his path is blocked by jay.

"just asked her out, and man, you've got a weird one. she started crying when i said you told me i could have her."

riki curses under his breath.

"what was that?" asks jay, raising his eyebrow.

riki fumbles. "uh... nothing, i just... nothing."

"where are you going?"

"uh... bathroom."

riki runs toward the restroom, opening and climbing out the window, racing across the field and sprinting to your dorm in his suit.

good thing he ran for a living.

but it still wasn't enough. by the time he found your building, the doors were just closing behind you.

he stops just in front of the entrance, putting his fist on the glass and panting heavily.

"fuck. ugh."

he pulls out his phone, texting you.

riki: where'd you go?

you: sorry riki, i had an emergency. tell the guys i'm sorry i had to leave early.

riki: oh riki: do you want me to bring anything?

you: no, thanks though.

riki: ok, see you tomorrow morning

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you thought you'd be fine.

you thought you could just drown yourself with ice cream and tears and end up being happier.

but you were wrong.

practice the next morning was hell.

you ignored riki, tried not to acknowledge him when he stood right behind you, tried to distance yourself.

and he just thought you needed some time.

so he didn't try to talk to you. just played harder than ever during their scrimmage, channeling his anger towards jay.

but mostly his anger towards himself.

he couldn't stop beating himself up about it, internally kicking his nuts for being so fucking stupid.

and you just cried.

you felt like you wasted your time, like he was leading you on, like your heart had broken.

because it had.

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it was thursday night. you hadn't talked to riki for almost two weeks, and you were starting to get over it.

emphasis on the starting to.

you were putting away all the equipment, wheeling the goals away in preperation for the football game that night and collecting balls that had been forgotten near the bleachers.

and then you realize you aren't alone.

riki is kicking a ball around the field, dribbling it between his feet.

and he's not wearing a shirt.

great. whoop dee diddly doo.

you turn around, not wanting to deal with him, but he sees you before you can hide.

"y/n!" he runs over to you, but you pretend not to hear him.

maybe if you stay very silent....

nope.

"hey." he taps you on the shoulder and you spin around.

he stumbles backwards from the glare you're giving him, but keeps talking anyway.

"are you okay? i feel like you're avoiding me. what's wrong?"

he was trying to be careful, but that just made it worse. how dare he act like nothing happened. like he didn't do anything?

"whats wrong?! i'll tell you what's fucking wrong!" you're practically yelling to cover up the tears in your eyes. "it's the fact that you think i'm annoying! the fact that you brought me to that damn banquet and then fucking traded me like a piece of meat."

riki's eyes show his sadness now, his regret.

"and the fact that you called me 'stunning' and talked with me and acted like you liked me and then just..." your voice cracks and you clear your throat. "just acted like i didn't matter."

he tries to speak, but you don't let him.

"and you wanna know something, nishimura? i fucking liked you. i had for a while. but now i'm not so sure."

you walk away, leaving riki alone and at a loss for words on the field.

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you don't talk to riki after that.

and he feels like he lost something important.

it's like how you feel a phantom earbud after listening to music for too long.

or how people who lost limbs sense pain in the appendage they don't have.

he had become so used to your bubbly personality, the way you could smile at anything and see the best in any situation during practice.

but you were gone, and he kept thinking he could just send you a text, fuck, even call you.

but he couldn't.

some people in his situation would be too distraught to keep up on schoolwork and sports. but not riki. his anger at the situation only fueled him during practice.

and when the first game of the season came, he was fucking ready.

coach wilkins was talking in the pre-game huddle.

"okay cupcakes, you've practiced hard and done every damn drill in the book. i know you can win this game today."

the guys nod, but riki is solemn among the nerves.

"ready?" everyone cheers. "go marlins!" she shouts.

the team breaks and runs to the field, riki at the center and facing his equal the opposing team.

you watched from the stands, a speck in the sea of blue, yellow, and silver.

you told yourself you wouldn't go, that you wouldn't think about riki.

but your willpower sucks, so you left your dorm in a marlins tee shirt, shorts, and sunglasses resting on your head even though it was dark and cloudy.

you stared as riki fought the opposing team for the ball, the stands erupting in boos, cheers, and screamed insults when the ref called a foul on him for tripping another player.

the goalie caught the shot, thankfully.

you watched the rest of the game in absolute horror, waiting for someone to finally score a point.

and then, in the last minute of stoppage time-

riki scored.

you were jostled around in the stands, the echo of cheers sounding through the stadium and out into the rest of the world as jake sprinted to riki and pulled him into a huge hug.

the rest of his team crowded around him, slapping him on the back and congratulating him.

the announcer's voice rings through the stadium. "aaaaand riki nishimura scores the final, and winning, point! marlins win the first game and will move up in the championships!"

the cheers are louder now, and you watch as somebody walks up to riki with a mic. his face is projected onto the screen, an elated smile making him look absolutely adorable.

the person with him, a reporter you think, speaks into the mic before pointing it at him. "mr. nishimura, you just won the first game! how does it feel?"

he laughs when jake shakes his shoulder, giving him a dorky grin.

"it feels great, sir!"

"anybody you'd like to thank?"

riki's smile softens, and he starts talking again. his eyes stare into the camera, but it feels like he's looking directly at you.

"yeah, firstly, coach wilkins of course! she was the one who got me here. and then there's somebody else."

the crowd whispers, the noise quieted when riki continues.

"i made a mistake, i hurt somebody that i cared for. and i hope she can forgive me for it. i dedicate my win today to her."

you have to stop the gasp that threatens to rip out of your throat. your heart is beating at a million miles per hour and you feel like all eyes are on you even though nobody could possibly know.

"well... i hope you and the young lady can kiss and make up." the man winks into the camera, making the crowd laugh.

you wait for everyone to leave the stadium until all that's left is you and riki, standing on the field and looking up to where you sat, illuminated by the industrial lights.

"y/n." he calls.

you start walking down to the field, stopping when you get to the wall seperating it from the bleachers.

"i'm so, so sorry for hurting you."

you stand there, just watching him while he walked closer to you.

"i thought that i would look cool in front of jay if i acted like i didn't care, if i let him 'have the girl.' but believe me, i was furious that he was treating you like that, but i thought i wouldn't fit in if i didn't act like them."

he's standing right in front of you now, the barrier the only thing between you.

"but i realized i was wrong. that night, at the banquet, bring around you felt like.... like being in another world. a perfect one. and i want to try again with you, but only if you'll give me a second chance. i know i might not deserve one, but it's up to you."

you watch him carefully, his face a mixture of sadness, guilt, and worry.

"riki, i...." you pause, wiping a tear from your eye. your voice feels like it's about to give out any second, so you whisper.

"i'll give you one."

riki doesn't think he heard you right.

"you're for real?"

you laugh. "for real."

he jumps over the short wall, leaving his ball behind and pulling you into a bug hig.

"can i kiss you?" his words are the quietest you've ever heard as his lips come close to your ear.

you dont respond with words, but with actions.

and when thunder rolled through the sky after a flash of lightning, that's where the rain found you and riki.

lips pressed together, arms thrown around each other, and the rest of his team on the other side of the field recording the whole thing.

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a.n- gang im crying shit.... anyways if you liked this fic, please comment/like/reblog and lmk if you have any ideas for another fic!

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muniimyg · 9 months ago

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𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!jk (19) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

series m.list // taglist request: closed

note: uhhh... angst, fluff,, face fucking/freaky sex (period sex) LOL .... nothing too crazy but it's def intimate. jus wanted to let u guys know part 20 is the 'epilogue' for the plotline ,, the continuation will go on from part 21-25,,, (onwards if i have more drafts) but that's all i have planned for now !!! thank u so much for reading along,,, it's truly been a pleasure to be loved and seen by u all <3 much love !!

୨ৎ playlist ୨ৎ

war - keshi ; you always got something you wanna prove / and i've got nothing left to lose / don't know what we're fighting for / i'm tired of going back and forth

intro (end of the world) - ariana ; i'd rather tell the truth than to make it worse for you / if the sun refuse to shine / baby, would i still be your lover? / would you want me there? / if the moon went dark tonight / and if it all ended tomorrow / would i be the one on your mind?

labyrinth - taylor swift ; uh oh, i'm falling in love / oh no, i'm falling in love again

that day.

when someone who loves you more than life itself proposes, you say yes.

that’s what you’re supposed to do.

you’re supposed to kiss, plan the wedding, get married, and live happily ever after. it’s supposed to work out. it’s supposed to.

yet, there you stood in front of the love of your life and a ring between you two. silent, eyes flickering back and forth from his to the ring. your gaze traces the cut and falls in love with how the diamonds shine. the band is the perfect thickness and there is nothing more you want in the world than to put it on.

you know what to say.

the words are right there, waiting on the tip of your tongue. so easy to speak out, so tempting to do… but with every breath and exchanged look with jungkook, there’s something inside you that stops you. you search as fast as you can, running through your mind with the leftover excuses and justifications of why it’s still a no.

then, your mind stops spinning the moment you realize; it’s just not the right time. at least, right now isn’t.

it’s not that simple to understand and accept. you, yourself, have a difficult time figuring out why you can’t just live and be happy. why you can’t accept the proposal right now since you believe in jungkook so much… perhaps, the best way to put it is; it’s stormy. there’s fog, the rain is pouring, and it’s cold. you know the storm won’t last forever. the sky will clear soon… but it’s not now. right now, the storm needs to calm.

only time can do so.

only time can bring the calm.

so, you answer jungkook with a heavy heart but a clear mind.

“can i have some time? please, jungkook…”

his shoulders drop, but his heart feels more than ready to wait. why? because contrary to popular belief, the world didn’t end when you didn’t answer jungkook’s proposal.

who was he to deny you of some time? both of you knew the real issue wasn’t whether you loved him—it was everything wrapped around it.

he gives you until the end of the week to make your choice.

jungkook fills the next 3 days with clingy text messages and random visits to your place. each day, he makes playful comments about how he’s packing up and doesn’t know where to put his things... should he drop them off at your place or ship them to new york.

you roll your eyes and ask, “are you staying there forever?”

in response, he huffs cheekily and says, “only if you break my heart.”

the truth is, you could never do it.

you could never break his heart.

it’s too precious.

it’s quite literally half of yours.

after he proposed and granted you time, the two of you talked about how the week should go. yes, you would give your answer eventually, but more importantly, the focus should be on zion. he’s the center of your relationship, and your decision shouldn’t change the fact that you’re both his parents.

which brings us to now...

sitting in the back of zion’s daycare room with your phone out, more than ready to capture the upcoming moments. but as excited as you are, a nervous buzz hums beneath your skin. maybe it’s just a mom thing. watching your son grow and take part in these little social moments moves you in ways you never expected.

“honey, why are we sitting so far away—”

“oh, you made it!”

“i wouldn't miss this for the world,” jungkook smiles, rushing to your side. he leans in and kisses your cheek, the warmth of his lips sending a comforting flutter through you. settling beside you, he glances at the classroom filled with eager children. “hi mama. is it his turn yet?”

you nod, a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest. “is it weird we’re here during their circle time? like, are we controlling parents? we could’ve just asked for a video to be sent to us—”

“next, we have zion sharing—oh, wow! friends, it looks like zion brought so many toys to show and tell for us today… maybe he can pick just one to present?” zion’s teacher announces, patting his back and helping him open the bag.

your cheeks flush with a blend of embarrassment. wide eyed, jungkook whispers, “holy fuck, you packed him so much shit—“

“shhh! what was i supposed to do? he couldn’t decide, and i didn’t want his first show and tell to be something he wouldn’t remember!” you playfully shove jungkook, who chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“you spoil him too much.”

“says the father that buys his 3-year-old stussy clothing and calvin klein underwear.” you bite.

jungkook shrugs and tilts his head. “dilf behaviour, i don’t know.”

his reply makes you laugh. then, you both turn your attention and watch zion bend over and shuffle through the bag. his small hands search for the perfect item, only revealing he’s found it through a big smile. when he finally makes his choice, the teacher smiles brightly and helps him retrieve a photo from the depths of the bag.

“friends, today zion wants to share a family photo!” she announces, handing the photo to him. zion beams with pride as he holds it up, encouraged to walk around the circle to show everyone. when he notices you and jungkook in the back, his giggle fills the room.

the family photo he chose to share is one of you, jungkook, and zion in bed. zion is 2 years old in the photo with bedhead. it’s his birthday. there’s a cake and a sleepy smile on his face while you and jungkook have paper party hats on, both cheek to cheek with zion.

you should’ve seen this coming.

of course zion picked this. his favourite memory in his entire 3 years of living is when he woke up in bed and had birthday cake for breakfast. you all look so happy.

“guys, look! that’s my mommy and my daddy!” he exclaims, pointing excitedly.

suddenly, all twenty pairs of wide eyes turn toward you and jungkook, and you can’t help but laugh awkwardly, waving at the children. “hi friends,” you say softly. “i’m zion’s mommy, and this is zion’s daddy—”

“daddy bought mommy a new car!” zion adds proudly, his voice echoing in the small space. “can i show and tell the car? is it outside mommy—oh! and he bought her a ring too! it’s so big! like a rock—”

a few children burst into laughter, while others shout out eager questions. just then, one little girl runs up to you, her eyes wide with curiosity. “zion, where is the ring?” she asks, looking up at you with innocent expectation.

zion shrugs, clearly unfazed. “at home,” he replies. “mommy always puts it on and then takes it off. on off, on off, on and off!”

“is your daddy rich?” one child shouts out.

“my mommy is richer.” zion says proudly. “she’s a lawyer.”

“what’s your daddy’s job?”

zion shrugs. “i don’t know. he always looks at art on his computer. daddy, what’s your job?”

jungkook chuckles. “i’m a visual director for advertisement.”

“yeah, okay. that.” zion nods. “... anyways, i want to be a lawyer like mommy when i grow up.”

your heart skips a beat as jungkook’s lips tighten. you exchange a panicked glance, his brows furrowing as he takes a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh amid the unexpected attention and embarrassment from the twenty curious kids.

zion’s teacher gently guides his friend back to the circle, asking zion questions like, “how does this photo make you feel?” “where was this photo taken?” and “why did you choose to share this photo?”

zion, beaming with pride, answers one of the three questions.

“i wanted to show and tell this photo because i love my family. mommy always kisses my booboos and daddy always makes me pancakes. i love it when we sleep in the same bed and they tickle me in the morning… i think they tickled me here too! and i love it when i'm sick and they buy me lollipops... oh, and i love my daddy because he teached me my abcs...” he says, nodding his head with determination. “but also, i love my mommy more than daddy because i just do.”

the other children burst into laughter, their voices mixing in a delightful cacophony of familial love. some shout out their own preferences, choosing sides between mommy and daddy. you can’t help but chuckle at their innocence. jungkook claps, his laughter joining yours, and together you send zion an enthusiastic thumbs up, a shared pride swelling in your chests as you watch him bask in the attention.

when the circle ends, zion’s teacher insist you two stay for a bit and observe zion with the children. you and jungkook spare 10 extra minutes before needing to leave for work. before you leave, you pick up zion and give him a tight hug.

“i can’t believe you chose us over your toys, my love! that was so speical to us, z!” you exclaim, showering him with kisses on his cheeks and neck. he giggles, jumping in your arms.

“because i love you, mommy—”

“hello?” jungkook cuts in, scooping zion from your arms. “daddy is here too... say you love daddy too…”

zion nods. “okay, i love daddy too. i love mommy more—h-hey”

jungkook also attacks zion with kisses and tickles, their laughter filling the room. when the moment ends, he puts zion down and ruffles his hair. you and jungkook bid him goodbye, promising to come back for pickup in a few hours.

tonight you two plan on celebrating the fact that you and jungkook—despite all the distress and separation—made it known to zion that you are family no matter what.

he is loved no matter what and he is chosen above all else.

which is why this is so special to you and jungkook—

zion chose you two.

for dinner, you and jungkook decide to cook together.

you two haven’t done this in almost a year. usually, it’s one or the other. tonight, it was special… and for important reasons, zion requested a cake. you and jungkook grant it under the condition that he entertains himself with his toys while you and jungkook cook.

jungkook takes over with the prep as you begin to cook the meal together. he teases you a few times, joking that the food is burning. before you know it, he’s wrapping his arms around you and helping you cook.

it's crazy, isn't it? you would think that jungkook would be sore loser when it comes to rejection... but since it technically wasn’t rejection; he's soaking these moments up. any and every moment with you—he's taking.

“is this really a two person job?”

“mhmm,” jungkook says, sneaking a kiss on your neck. “you know what else is a two person job?”

you tilt your face and squint at him.

he mimics your expression before pecking your lips.

“focus on cooking. i know it’s hard with me being this handsome and my big ass dick—”

“shut up.”

“yes honey.”

the rest of the evening slips by in a blur.

the dinner is simple but comforting, the kind that fills your heart as much as your stomach. laughter bounces around the table, mixing with the quiet clinking of plates and the warmth of home. after the meal, the three of you gather to cut the cake, zion’s small hands eager as he grabs his slice. it doesn’t take him long to devour it, chocolate smeared across his cheeks and lips. before you can reach for a napkin, he’s off—bolting toward the living room with that familiar burst of energy.

jungkook chases after him, laughter trailing in their wake, filling the space even after they've left. you excuse yourself, slipping away to the bathroom, the echoes of their voices lingering in the hall.

when you return, you pause at the doorway, the sight before you making your heart melt. your boys—your entire world—are sprawled out on the carpet, toys scattered around them in a beautiful mess. zion’s baby trash talk fills the room, his little hands batting at jungkook’s as they wrestle in the softest, silliest way. it’s these moments that make time stop, where everything feels so perfect it almost hurts.

"what do you love the most about mommy?" jungkook asks, his voice playful but curious, pulling zion close until their noses nearly touch.

zion scrunches up his face, clearly deep in thought, but you know him too well—he’s stalling. "umm... i don't know. she's pretty."

jungkook raises a brow, amused. "yeah, she is... but you pick her over me any chance you get and you don’t know?"

zion shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. "yeah... i love mommy because i just do." then his face lights up as if he’s stumbled upon a great revelation. "but also because she buys me better toys than you..."

jungkook’s laughter rumbles through the room, shaking his head. "i think my favorite thing is how hard she works for our family."

zion’s head tilts, curious. "cos she’s a lawyer?"

"yeah," jungkook agrees, then his voice softens. "but also because she loves us a lot. she does so much to make sure we’re fed, loved, and somehow always on time. you know, z, i’ve loved mommy for a while now... i can’t wait to love her for even longer. you think she’s gonna marry me?"

zion thinks about it for a second, then shrugs again. "maybe."

"maybe?" jungkook gasps, feigning panic. "you're supposed to be on my side!"

zion's laughter explodes as jungkook attacks him with tickles, his tiny body squirming beneath jungkook’s strong arms. the sound of their laughter fills the room, wrapping around you like a warm blanket, making your chest tighten with an emotion you can’t even name. it’s love, yes, but it’s more than that—it’s contentment.

the kind that comes from seeing your entire heart laid out in front of you, scattered in toys and giggles and moments too precious to capture fully.

you step into the scene, quietly noticing how zion’s eyelids have begun to droop, a yawn escaping his small lips. jungkook notices too, his eyes flicking to the clock before he decides it's time to get zion ready for bed. surprisingly, zion doesn’t argue this time. instead, he bounds toward the bathroom, his energy fading but still there in the way only a child can manage.

as jungkook jogs past you, he smacks your ass, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips as he chases after zion. you huff in mock annoyance but can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. there’s a lightness to it all, a warmth that settles deep in your bones, and even as you start tidying up the scattered toys and cluttered living room, you feel that fullness.

by the time you finish, jungkook and zion are still in the bathroom, their voices muffled by the sound of running water and sleepy giggles. you head to the kitchen, your movements slow, deliberate, as you begin washing the dishes, the weight of the day catching up with you. but even through the exhaustion, all you feel is love. it's in the quiet moments, in the laughter, in the way your home feels more alive when the two of them are near.

it's everything.

it always has been.

as you stand by the sink, hands submerged in warm soapy water as you scrub the dinner plates; you can’t help but think about today.

today was good.

after you and jungkook left zion’s daycare, you had to get back to the firm. jungkook insisted on driving you, but you brought your car too. instead, you asked him to walk you to your car. happily, he does so. when you two got to your car, you opened the trunk and gave him a gift bag.

“what’s this?”

“open it.”

“an umbrella?”

“use it.”

he laughed, kissed you, and uttered against your lips; “we’re so not over.”

then, you two parted ways.

as you wash the dishes, you think back to it.

how his hands were placed around your waist as you two walked out of the daycare. how he kisses you whenever his eyes fall onto your lips. how he laces your fingers together every chance he gets. how he shows up as zion’s father despite all the shit you throw at him… it’s everything to you.

he’s a good man.

your mind begins to wander as you think of all the things you want to say to him but can’t. things you’ve kept tucked away, hidden beneath the day-to-day rhythm of life. you think about the moments when everything felt too heavy, when the world seemed to close in on you, and all you wanted was him.

in the depth of your misery, all you could think of was crawling to him—slipping into his arms, burying your face against his chest, and letting the weight of everything fall away as you cried your heart out.

you wanted to ask him to fix it, to take the burden from you like he always could, as if his love alone had the power to make everything right again.

because love... love should be enough, right?

in your heart, you know that’s all you’ve ever wanted from him. for the love between you two to be enough to overcome the exhaustion, the stress, the compromises...

you’ve built so much together—beautiful things, a life, a family—but in the quiet moments, you still find yourself wishing it could just be about the two of you again. before the responsibilities, before you had to be anything more than his and him yours.

you imagine a different version of this life (not that you want it. you wouldn’t trade zion for the world). one where you’re still young, where the only thing you have to worry about is each other. no careers pulling you in opposite directions—no complications that need constant juggling or guilt. just him and you, lost in that simple, intoxicating love you both fell into so easily.

if it were like that, you know you’d choose him in a heartbeat. without hesitation, without the doubt that sometimes creeps in when the days get too long. you still would choose him, even now, with all that’s at stake.

because the truth is, you always choose him.

you choose him in every quiet glance, in every tired smile at the end of a long day. you choose him when he makes you laugh, when he frustrates you, when he softens just enough for you to see that vulnerable part of him he hides from the rest of the world.

and even when things get hard, when life feels overwhelming, and you're standing on the edge of that misery, you still want him. you want him beside you, even if love isn’t always enough to fix everything. because, deep down, you know that with him, it’s enough to keep going.

and maybe that’s what matters most.

not that love can fix everything, but that it's the reason you keep trying.

but it’s different now in the sense that you have more things to consider. zion, the people around you, your careers, and your own desires. how do you do this? how do you love him and give him everything but at the same time; do it for yourself too?

every day for the past 9 months felt like war. like you had to constantly choose one or the other.

marriage or new york.

why can’t you have both?

maybe that’s the answer.

as jungkook finishes putting zion to bed, the quiet creak of the floorboards announcing his presence behind you. without saying a word, he picks up a dish towel and starts drying the clean plates, his shoulder brushing against yours gently.

"so... i was thinking," he starts casually, “maybe we should start planning for these 3 months. you know, like, zion’s schedule, dinners... that kind of stuff.”

you sigh softly, rinsing a glass. "we’ve got time," you mutter, brushing it off without meeting his gaze. "it doesn’t have to happen right now."

jungkook pauses, drying his hands before leaning against the counter. "i just think we should be prepared," he says, his tone still light but with a hint of seriousness creeping in. “i know you still have time left, but i’m not so sure our plans do—”

“what do you mean our plans? jungkook, you’re not taking zion—” you place the glass in the drying rack, feeling the pressure of the upcoming separation tightening in your chest. "we don’t have to plan every single moment, jungkook. why do you always do this? we have time."

“we have 4 days.”

“4 is plenty.”

“is it?” jungkook asks, voice shaking. “is it easy for you, ___? going back and forth, putting the ring on and off… telling me i can’t make plans—”

“that’s not what i meant—”

“what do you mean, then?”

the room feels charged with tension as jungkook’s gaze hardens. he can see the conflict written all over your face, the way your shoulders tense and your hands move a little faster. "___, i just want us to be ready," he insists, his voice softening. "we need to figure out how to make this work."

you turn to him, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"no. it's not easy for me, jungkook. it’s scary as hell when you do this,” you snap. “planning the rest of our life together when we’re only just recovering from the one we lost. i’m scared that if we make plans and start over—we might lose again." your word slip out before you can filter them.

“lose what? we don’t have to have another baby until we’re ready. until you’re ready—”

“it’s not that,” you bite your inner cheeks. “well, it’s a part of it… but what if i do it again? what if i lose myself and lose you? what if i fuck up too much the next time around and you don’t come back? everything we’ve built—us… i… fuck, what if you don’t fight for us because i burned everything down—”

“you won’t.”

“jungkook—”

he huffs. “___, you’re not wildfire, you’re hearth. you’re the reason this all feels like home. yeah, you’ve got heat, but it’s the kind that pulls people closer, not pushes them away. you don’t ruin, you ignite. you’re the reason we’re still burning bright. i burn for you."

you tighten your lips. “have you been watching bridgeton?”

“i’m trying here—”

you kiss him.

he chases your lips as you pull away.

“i trust you. it’s myself i’m still unsure about. it’s getting better but it just freaks me out when you plan ahead… i used to look forward to those moments, you know? now it feels complicated.”

jungkook nods, bringing his hands to your face. he fixes your hair and looks into your eyes. “honey, even if the flames get high, we’ll handle them together. and if it burns, then fine—then we can slow dance in the burning room. you don’t just burn, you keep me warm. you make everything brighter, stronger. don’t think for a second that i’d let you lose yourself to the fire. i need you. you’re my warmth. you’re the light of my life, ___."

you pout, completely in awe of his words.

jungkook then leans in and just when he’s about to kiss you, he murmurs; “so are you marrying me or what?”

his words catch her off guard. as you open your mouth to retort, the teasing glint in his eyes makes you pause. for a moment, you’re defensive, but then the corners of her mouth twitch upward against her will.

“don’t be a coward,” jungkook says. “you’re a million things to me. don’t be that.”

“coward?” you scoff, trying to keep your tone light, as you push away from him. “you think i’m a coward?”

“well, you’re avoiding the tough stuff,” jungkook replies, his playful tone breaking through the tension. “... and we both know you’re tougher than that.”

you can feel the weight of his words settling in, the understanding lingering between you two. the walls of anxiety you built up start to crumble, and you let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

“maybe you’re right.”

he steps closer, nudging her playfully. “see? that wasn’t so hard, was it? admitting that i’m right… wanting to marry me—”

“whatever you say, you cocky son of a bitch—”

jungkook chuckles, kissing you to shut up.

by the 4th day, jungkook begins to lose his mind.

the waiting has been unbearable. a slow kind of torture that gnaws at him from the inside out. every passing second feels like he's being pulled apart, suspended in limbo, unsure whether his future will unfold with you by his side or shatter into something unrecognizable. his thoughts go in circles—one moment, he’s convinced you’ll say yes, and the next, a creeping doubt settles in, making his chest feel tight.

he imagines every scenario, every possible response, and the worst part is that there’s no way to know.

he has packed all his belongings into boxes that line the walls of his studio apartment, the space feeling more hollow than it ever has. his game plan is simple: if you say yes, he’ll leave the boxes at your place, move back home, and everything will fall into place. if you say no… well, he’ll burn everything and cry the entire way to new york.

kidding.

(maybe)

realistically, jungkook will bring his things to his parents’ house, regroup, and try to act like he isn’t completely devastated. but even if you say no, there’s no universe where you and him don’t end up together eventually.

he’s sure of it.

there’s a certainty in his heart, a pull that refuses to let him believe otherwise. if it takes time, then so be it.

he’ll propose again and again when he gets back, until you see what he sees—that you’re meant for each other.

by the 6th day, yoongi comes in to bring his boxes.

jungkook spent the past 2 days at work, going over files and preparing documents for new york. it felt like going through the motions, like he was acting out a version of his life that wasn’t real yet. when he steps back into his studio, the air feels stagnant, the packed boxes looming like reminders of the uncertainty ahead.

he finds yoongi slumped over on the couch, lazily typing away on his laptop, his legs sprawled across the cushions as if he’s already made himself at home.

“have you been like that all day?” jungkook asks, toeing off his shoes by the door.

yoongi doesn’t look up. he lets out a wide yawn. “yeah,” he says, stretching. “your new york assistant better be patient as hell with you. you're a bitch sometimes... anyways, i actually moved a few boxes and put my clothes in the closet. oh, and i went out for some coffee.”

jungkook squints at him, making a face. “what? i literally have a nespresso machine.”

yoongi stands up from the couch, his hands sinking into the deep pockets of his sweatpants. he tilts his head slightly, a look of lazy amusement on his face.

“no, you don’t.”

jungkook frowns, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. he turns to the kitchen counter, where his nespresso machine has always been, only to find it missing. his heart skips a beat, and he takes a step forward, blinking as if maybe he just missed it somehow.

“what? where’d it go—”

“___ came by and took it,” yoongi says casually, as if he’s talking about the weather.

jungkook’s mind races, processing the information. “what? why would she take it?” his voice is laced with confusion, but there’s a flicker of something else—a hope he doesn’t dare entertain too much just yet.

yoongi rolls his eyes, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“congratulations on your marriage, jungkook,” he says, twisting the cap off. “now get out of my place. go home.”

jungkook blinks again, his heart pounding as the realization sinks in. you took the nespresso machine.

you took the fucking nespresso machine.

that’s your answer. his chest tightens, but this time it’s not from uncertainty. it’s from the flood of emotions crashing over him—the relief, the joy, the love.

his body moves on autopilot as he starts grabbing things, adrenaline coursing through him. yoongi watches from the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips as he lazily sips his water. “you’re welcome,” he mutters under his breath.

jungkook doesn’t hear him.

his mind is already on you.

the wait is over, and he’s finally going home.

jungkook bursts through your door, calling your name, the sound of his voice filled with excitement and urgency.

“___? honey, where are you—”

time seems to stop as the world around you fades away.

as he catches sight of you on the living room floor, laughter bubbling between you and zion, the warm glow of the afternoon sun filters through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. the ring on your finger catches the light, sparkling as it draws his gaze.

his breath hitches, and his heart feels as if it’s been thrust into a whirlwind—stopping, skipping a beat, and then racing wildly, unable to contain the rush of emotions flooding through him.

it beats for you.

“hi, honey,” you wave him over, your smile radiant and genuine, illuminating the cozy space. “look! zion can count up to thirty now!”

jungkook rushes to your side, the weight of the day lifting with each step. he forgets that yoongi is still with him, his entire focus on you. kneeling beside you, he takes your hand in his, his fingers brushing over the ring—the very symbol of the love and commitment he has always wanted to share with you.

“you’re marrying me?” he asks, disbelief and joy intertwining in his voice. "it's a yes?"

you look at him lovingly, warmth radiating from your gaze—the kind of look that speaks volumes. it’s the same way you’ve always looked at him, but now, there’s an unmistakable depth to it. the courage, the trust, the love shines brighter than ever, enveloping both of you in a cocoon of intimacy.

"i've loved you forever,” you reply, cupping his cheeks with your hands, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. “i have things to work on and so do you... but we're gonna do it together, right? cos this was difficult. this was way too difficult... and loving you has always been clear... so, yeah. i'm toughening it out. i'm trusting you and i'm not going to burn this to the ground. jungkook, you’re the only one i love in this world. you’re the only one who understands me. i fought so many wars in my mind to be with you—it has to be you.”

as jungkook’s lips curve into a radiant smile, a surge of emotion wells up within him. he leans in, capturing you in a kiss filled with promise and passion, pulling zion into a hug, enveloping you both in the warmth of his love. laughter bubbles up, mingling with happy tears as he holds you two close, the room echoing with the sweet sound of family and joy.

“oh my god,” he cries, the happiness spilling over. “i can’t believe this. okay, i’m going to get my stuff and—”

“yoongi?” you call, and he raises his hand, responding as if it were all part of a well-rehearsed script.

“wanna have a sleepover at uncle yoongi’s place? we should give mommy and daddy some privacy, huh?” he explains, scooping zion up into his arms and tickling him, making the little one giggle uncontrollably.

“can we eat ice cream before bed?” zion asks, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“duh!” yoongi replies with a grin.

“yoongi—”

“my son, my rules,” yoongi hushes you playfully. he puts zion down, urging him to say goodbye to you both, and they exchange sweet kisses before you point to the kitchen counter where zion’s overnight bag sits. yoongi picks it up and holds zion’s hand as they leave.

the moment settles around you and jungkook, and he looks at you with a mix of wonder and concern.

“you said yes,” he states, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“i did,” you confirm, a hint of hesitation in your voice.

“what’s with this vibe, then?”

you swallow hard, feeling the weight of what you’re about to say. “jungkook... i still want you to go to new york.”

jungkook tilts his head, his expression shifting to confusion.

“are you guys coming with me?”

you shake your head gently. “no.”

“no?”

you reach for him. he lets you hold his hand. bringing it your lips, you kiss them. “jungkook, i don’t want it to be one or the other. let’s do both, okay? go to new york. let’s get married. both. we do both.”

“but 3 months?”

“we’ll come and visit!” you suggest, fully meaning to do so. truth be told, you already bought your tickets for the first visit. “i decided to take a leave from work for the rest of the year—why are you looking at me like that?"

"that's huge. are you sure that's what you want?"

you nod. "i want you."

"oh god..."

you laugh. "i want to get this right and i want to be okay. i want to figure it all out and i want to do it with you by my side. so, do this for us…. and 3 months isn’t forever. you’ll be back soon and we’ll be visiting every month. it’s too much of a hassle to move… but i truly want you to go and explore your options. i want you to go knowing that i don’t only love you for who you are and for what you’ll ever be—but i love you so much that i believe in you. in the dreams you have and the dreams i have for you. so, go. go, and when you come back, come back home to us—to me.”

the sincerity in your words wraps around him like a warm embrace, and jungkook feels the weight of your love and belief in him, making him all the more determined to chase after his dreams. he nods slowly, understanding the depth of what you’re offering.

in that moment, everything feels right.

"w-we can’t—" your voice breaks, barely a whisper, trembling with hesitation. your heart is pounding, the room feeling warmer by the second.

“why not?” jungkook’s eyes are wide, pleading, filled with a desire that mirrors your own but with an urgency that’s hard to ignore. his breath fans over your lips, just inches apart.

he’s been kissing you for almost 20 minutes, his lips soft but persistent, his tongue teasing yours in ways that make it impossible to think straight. his hands have long since slipped under your shirt, fingers trailing over your bare skin, sending sparks up your spine.

the heat between you two is overwhelming, consuming. his touch is soft but possessive, his fingertips grazing the edge of your bra as he pulls you closer, pressing you flush against him. you feel his heart racing beneath his chest, a rhythm that matches your own.

every inch of you craves him, craves more.

“i want you,” his voice is a low, husky whisper, filled with need. his hands move slowly, deliberately, like he’s memorizing every curve of your body, every reaction. “i want all of you.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, your resolve weakening with every second. he looks at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted, like he’s been waiting for this moment forever... and you have too.

the tension between you two has been building for so long, the unspoken feelings bubbling under the surface, waiting to explode.

his lips find your neck, pressing soft, heated kisses there, and you arch into him, your breath hitching. your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, your body betraying the protests on your lips. every touch, every kiss, makes it harder to think, harder to hold onto the reasons why you shouldn’t.

you can feel how much he wants you, the way his hands tighten their grip on your waist, the way he presses himself harder against you, his need undeniable. his lips move back to yours, capturing them in a deep, searing kiss that leaves you breathless. and in that moment, it’s like nothing else matters but him, but this.

you’ve never felt anything like this—so intense, so consuming.

“i’m on my period.”

jungkook bites his bottom lip.

“so?”

“i think i’m gonna be more sensitive and it's gonna be so messy—”

“are you okay with being more sensitive? we don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to.” he insist, putting you first. your eyes flicker to his cock, poking through his jeans. "and mess is just mess. we can clean it up."

“i want to,” you say. “should we just put a towel underneath?”

he nods, getting up from your bed and out the hall to the linen closet. there, he picks the thicket towel and hurries back to your room. he bends over and places the towel on your spot. you get up to go to the bathroom and freshen up as he prepares.

when you get back, jungkook is already naked. he grabs you by the waist and pins you down on the bed.

“let me suck your dick first.”

jungkook gulps.

“actually, c-can i.. can i fuck your tits first?”

you laugh, puckering up for him. he leans over and kisses you. against the kiss, you answer him; “whatever you want, honey.”

with that, jungkook sets himself on top and places his cock in between your boobs. his cock is bigger than ever. you take it with two hands, pumping him slowly and adding some pressure to it. he throws his head back, hissing at the perfection of your touch.

“f-fuck…”

then, you let go and hold your boobs together. jungkook then begins to pump himself in between. the tip of his cock pokes out every so often, causing him to pant at the sight. you lower your chin, opening your mouth for his cock to enter it. jungkook takes the hint and shoves his dick inside.

you suck on it.

twirling your tongue around and playing with his tip—jungkook just might combust. you breathe through your nose as he begins to fuck your mouth. he can’t help it and you wouldn’t want it any other way. jungkook fucks your mouth in a desperate and almost brutal way. god, did he need this.

he loves this.

jungkook places his hands against the wall to help his stability. as he pulls himself out, you hold his cock with your two hands and continue to give him a handjob. he loses his breath for a second when he looks down and sees you drag your tongue around his hard cock.

he moans, eyes shut and the feeling of the pit of his stomach twisting.

“g-gonna cum—fuck, fuck, fuck!” jungkook chants.

you suck his dick more intensely. taking in every inch of him and tiring your inner cheeks out—he finally cums inside your mouth.

pulls out, you don’t let go. you continue to pump his length and kiss it.

jungkook feels like he’s going insane. he moves his body and matches to your eye level. he kisses you, tasting a bit of himself.

“thank you.”

“any time, daddy.”

“oh god—”

you laugh.

jungkook wipes the cum that spilled outside of your mouth with his thumb and shoves it in your mouth. you suck it clean.

“do you want me to eat you out?”

“that’s nasty!” you cry, hating the idea. “just put it in.”

jungkook smirks. “no prep?”

“aren’t i wet already?”

he ignores you and fixes your position. he lifts your hips, dragging you closer to him. jungkook then places himself on top of you and his cock in between your legs. he parts your folds, looking down at your bloody entrance.

“ready?”

you nod, lacing your hands together around his neck. he lets out a breathy moan as he sinks himself inside you.

you wince.

“f-fuck, should i pull out?”

you shake your head. “n-no.”

“does it hurt?”

“yeah.”

he lowers his head, placing kisses on your neck and collarbone. “sorry, mama.”

“why are you so fucking big?” you hiss, feeling his thickness push inside you even more. your body jolts and he chuckles.

“that big?”

“mhmm,” you agree, closing your eyes to help regulate the burning feeling in between your legs. “j-just keep going. think it’s better when you—oh, f-fuck. yeah. like t-that, daddy. s-so nghhh, f-fuck. so good.”

“you like that, mama?” jungkook asks, pumping himself inside and out of you deeper and deeper. “fuck, you’re so tight. so fucking tight. can we do this again next month?”

"oh my god!"

you hit his shoulders and he laughs.

it’s not long before your arms wrap around him. you drag your nails against his skin, digging deep as he fucks you.

jungkook rests his forehead against yours. there, he watches as you make fuck me eyes at him, and as you wince and gasp between each thrust. your arms move up, holding onto his shoulders.

then, you feel it.

the tingle in between your legs and the tightness that follows. jungkook’s cock throbs inside you and you feel it like never before.

wrapped in his warmth, your heart swells with a love that feels like a tsunami—overwhelming and unstoppable. it’s a powerful wave that crashes over, rising higher with every shared look, every gentle touch. you can feel it building inside me, a rush of emotions that surges forth like water cascading from a great height, and you’re completely swept away.

you’re done for.

the intimacy of this moment is everything. his pants and murmurs of ‘i love you’s echo in your ears, and the way he looks at you with light in his eyes make your heart race like never before.

it makes you want to cry.

you’ve known and felt loved by jungkook before. for a long time now actually… but never like this. never has it ever felt this raw and real.

never has it ever felt this consuming.

it engulfs you, leaving me breathless yet exhilarated. in this moment, everything else fades away. there are no worries, no doubts—just you and jungkook suspended in time, hearts beating in sync. you can feel the tide of your feelings, crashing and receding, drawing me closer to him with each pulse.

as you gaze into his eyes, you realize that this love isn’t just a fleeting moment in time.

it’s endless.

uh oh.

i’m falling in love.

you want to surrender to it completely. to be swept away in the depths of our intimacy. with jungkook, there’s a promise of haven in chaos and as the waves of love continue to swell, you know that you’re more than ready to embrace every moment.

to let this tsunami carry you wherever it may lead.

“fuck, ___… a-are you crying? i’m sorry. i’ll—”

you hold onto him.

uh oh.

i’m falling in love again.

eyes burning with your tears, heart lighter than ever.

“i love you, jungkook.”

“i love you too, mama.”

jungkook kisses you, continuing to ask if you’re okay. you assure him you are and that period sex is a lot more emotional than you expected it to be. it’s not freaky—it’s just a fucking moment. he continues to fuck you, digging in deeper and deeper.

you think to yourself; no one will ever know me the way he does.

no one will ever love me and want me as wholeheartedly as he does… for that, you’re grateful and fall in love with the closeness everything has brought you two.

you lose yourself to him.

he carries you through 3 more orgasms before helping you up from bed, starting you and bath, and cleaning you. together, you two sit in the bathtub and hold each other. you two talk about the plans that you have and what to expect during the next 3 months.

as you lay next to jungkook, his soft breathing fills the quiet room. his body sinks deeper into sleep. you feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest against yours, his arm draped loosely over your waist, pulling you closer. the warmth of his skin against yours, the weight of him in the stillness—it all feels like home.

the world outside could be moving a million miles an hour, but here, with him, time seems to slow down, just for the two of you.

yet, something stirs within you, a reminder of a truth you’ve held onto for years—time doesn’t stop for broken hearts. it never has, it never will. yet, it always seems to move a little slower when love slips through your fingertips—when it’s about him.

something you’ve always known about loving jungkook is that he fears the end. he’s never been good with losing people or things, never able to fully let go. he loves and lives like he’s running out of time, even though he isn’t. but that’s what makes him so different, so captivating—he loves in full force. he loves with his entire heart... and he loves with all his time.

as his breaths even out, you stay awake, thoughts swirling around you. you realize how long it took to get here, how many battles you fought—most of them with yourself.

pride had been a constant companion, keeping you at arm's length from the very love you craved. there were moments where you couldn’t imagine letting yourself be this vulnerable, this open. loving him meant risking the one thing you protected the most—your heart.

but somewhere along the way, you let that pride slip away, piece by piece. maybe it was the way he looked at you, the way he never let go, no matter how many times you tried to push him away. maybe it was realizing that you didn’t have to be so strong all the time, that with him, you didn’t have to carry the weight of everything alone. the moment you put pride aside, everything shifted—time, love, and life all started falling into place.

you’ve both waited for this.

for the space to just be with each other without the weight of past mistakes or the fear of losing what you’d built. now, time feels like it’s on your side. for so long, it seemed like you were always too late or too soon, like everything was just out of reach. but here, in this moment, with his warmth wrapping around you, you know you’ve finally caught up to where you were meant to be.

he stirs a little, tightening his arm around you as he shifts closer. a soft smile tugs at your lips, the kind of smile that only comes when you realize that all the walls you’d built were finally down. you’ve let go of the need to protect yourself from him, because you know now that loving him is worth more than holding onto pride.

the first light of morning spills through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. jungkook wakes slowly, his sleepy eyes finding yours, a lazy grin spreading across his face. in that moment, without either of you needing to say a word, you both know—time isn’t something to fear anymore.

it’s finally yours.

“coffee?” he mumbles, voice still heavy with sleep.

"coffee."

you move together, the rhythm of your morning routine as easy and familiar as breathing. side by side, you make coffee, the smell of it filling the kitchen, your hands brushing as you pass him his cup.

and as you stand there, cups in hand, you feel a quiet sense of peace. the pride that once kept you from this moment is gone, and in its place is something stronger—trust, love, and the certainty that no matter what time brings, you’ll face it together.

whether it's the beginning or the end;

you and jungkook are timeless.

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #jk smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x yn #jungkook x reader #dilf jk smut #dilf jk scenario #bts imagine #bts fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario

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sgiandubh · 3 months ago

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The (Un)real London date

This has made the news on Deux Moi for about 5 days, then reposted today, on the account's IG Stories:

Properly introduced...

And then reposted with a very telling disclaimer:

'Some statements made on this account have not been independently confirmed. This website does not claim information published is based on fact.'

Here we go:

[Source: Deux Moi's Instagram account]

Some things never change, huh? It was always going to be Deux Moi, on which I abundantly wrote sometime around last summer, proving its complete lack of ethics and responsibility, as far as published content goes: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/756524589763477504/hello-i-have-a-new-drinking-game-suggestion-if?source=share

Also mentioning, mind you, their epic calling out by Taylor Swift's PR people - probably the reason they felt a disclaimer was necessary, after all.

It was always going to be a non-substantiated 'sighting', with a very simple narrative line that immediately reminded me of another Anon, on another blog, on another season. The date was April 11, 2023 and the woman was the meteoric Chloe Rash, whose narrative line was killed by an (in)famous Hyrox badge:

Followed by this epic one - supposedly not the same Hôtel Costes Anon and this time in French, LOL. Theater of operations being conveniently moved to a private club, this time:

[Source: https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/726607877796675585/anatomy-of-a-lie-the-french-connection?source=share - posted August 25, 2023]

The story is virtually identical - the month of April, a luxury European hotel where S has been seen before, but now suddenly involved with a D-list celeb/wannabe woman who was on nobody's radar, the restaurant of the above hotel, the same middle table in the restaurant, the careless making out (this time outside, if I understood well). I analyzed it in French cultural context in the above linked post, proving with simple facts that it was a sad, wilted lie. From the one who 'seems much more real than the other girls' to a Real Housewife of New York City, this bullshit even Deux Moi is camouflaging under a disclaimer has *urv's paws all over it.

Also, this Anon:

Bless her soul, she couldn't resist and had to trumpet it somehow, even indirectly. Because she knew the Viperine Corner will immediately pick up the Deux Moi story. And because she takes us for amnesic fools.

Try again, troll. This ain't nearly good enough and you're blatantly stuttering.

Now kindly care to answer me this simple, logical question:

Why would a man who allegedly is borderline paranoid about his private life choose to sit at a middle table in a luxury restaurant and make out with the paramour? Doesn't he know restaurant booths exist precisely for this purpose?

Well, I think (or at least, hope...) S does know that. The troll? Not so much.

And no, I don't give a flying fuck about timelines. I think it's pretty much clear, this time.

#fandom #shitshow #trolls #Deux Moi

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dewdropdinosaur · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Handjob

Summary: Wade and Logan can't help but find their girlfriend irrestibly hot in the field, so what happens when Wade's mouth gets the best of the merc? Warnings: MDNI, 18+ Implied sex, handjob, cum, mentions of sex acts, cussing, fondling, etc. Read at your own risk, I am not responsible for your media consumption

Kinktober Mention of the Day: @avocado-writing GO CHECK THEM OUT!! They are awesome :)

Kinktober Day 1: Handjob

The warehouse on the docks of New York was a fine as any place to have a stand off. The air crackled with tension, the smoke emiting from the the stream of boats and storehouses that lined the marina. Deadpool and Wolverine stood back-to-back, surrounded by a gang of armed thugs. The flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, but neither hero paid much attention. They were too busy sizing up their opponents.

“Woah, woah, woah. What an introduction! I mean we sound like we are coming straight outta Compton or something—” Deadpool quipped, spinning one of his katanas with flair.

Wolverine scowled, his claws extending with a satisfying shink sound. “What the fuck are you on about, bub?”

"Us!" Deadpool shouted, charging forward with a wild grin.

As bullets and limbs flew, chaos erupted. Deadpool danced around like a maniac, his agility turning the barrage of gunfire into a twisted game of dodgeball.

From the shadows emerged Y/N, their partner, moving like a force of nature. Armed with the teleportation and telekensis, and a fierce determination in her eyes, she launched herself into the fray. A swift kick sent one thug sprawling, while a fluid disappearing and reppearing with a punch dropped another to the ground. Every strike was precise and powerful, leaving Deadpool visibly…excited.

“Peanut, did you see that?!" Deadpool shouted, nearly tripping over his own feet as he watched Y/N dispatch another foe with a perfectly timed elbow to the face.

"Yeah, I did," Wolverine replied, a hint of admiration creeping into his gruff tone.

As Y/N spun and took down two more thugs with a sweeping kick, Deadpool leaned over to Wolverine, his eyes wide with excitement. "Is it just me, or is this super hot?"

Wolverine grunted, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. "Not just you, bub.”

With every bad guy that hit the ground, Y/N seemed to radiate confidence, a fierce determination that only fueled their attractiveness. Deadpool couldn’t help but cheer them on. "That’s right! Show them who’s a boss, babe! You’ve got this!”

Wolverine, who usually kept his emotions buried beneath layers of gruffness, felt a rush of pride as he watched Y/N dominate the scene. He rejoined, launching himself at the remaining thugs, his claws glinting in the dim light. Howling a fierce battle cry, Wolverine slashed through a few more enemies, and together they all made a choatic but deadly group.

As the last thug crumpled to the ground, Y/N stood triumphant, breathless yet unyielding, a slight smirk playing on their lips. Hair disheveled and blood staining postively every crevice of clothing, Deadpool let out a low whistle.

“Uh…Wade? You umm, got a little problem there.” Pointing down to the obvious dent in Wade’s leather pants, Y/N couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at the sight.

Grumbling slightly and walking off, Y/N and Logan followed. It took them 25 minutes, two buses, and many very weird stares till they returned to their shared apartment in the dank downtown of New York. The echo of distant sirens fades as all three stumble through the apartment door, a smirk plastered across Wade’s blood-splattered mask. Logan follows closely, a growl rumbling in his throat as he surveys the scene of unmade bed sheets, scattered laundry, and an old Chinese take out. Y/N trails behind, a mix of adrenaline and amusement in her eyes, her outfit marred by smudges and splatters from their recent brawl.

“Well, that was fun! Who knew bad guys could bleed so much? I mean, I didn’t, but I’ve always been a sucker for a good paint job.”

“Oh don’t worry Wade. I know just how good of a paint job you like”

Wade leans closer, faux-innocently brushing a hand against Y/N’s cheek, leaving a streak of crimson. “Come on, sugar tits, you wanna bet.”

Pushing his hand away while laughing, Y/N evades Wade’s attempts. “You’re a mess, Wade. But I kind of like it. It adds to your… rugged charm?”

“Rugged charm? More like a walking hazard. I don’t think the health department would approve.”

“Oh, please, Peaunut. You’re just jealous that I can pull off the whole ‘bloody warrior’ look better than you.”

“Yeah? At least I don’t look like a failed art project every time I go out.”

Breaking up the brewing tension between her two boyfriends, Y/N softly grabbed both of their hands and pleaded with her eyes. “Boys, please, can we stop the bickering?”

“But honey, peanut over here thinks that my rugged charm can’t charm? I mean I’m sexier than Ryan Renyolds and thats saying something—“

“Wade, dear, you are sexy okay? Logan is just trying to rile you up.”

“Well, if that’s the case, rile me up all you want honey badger.” Swiftky moving to the other man, Wade props one hand against the wall, encasing Logan. Growling, Logan unseathes his claws slightly but smirks at Wade’s proxmimity, the feeling of their hot breaths intermingling sending small shivers down his spine. Logan momentarily glances over to Y/N, seeing the flush on her cheeks, the slight dilation of her pupils as Wade starts to run his hands down to the ever growing bulge in Logan’s pants. He knows that look, and it only serves to fuel his own desires. As he continues to let Wade fondle him, his breath stutters as the other mans hands reach the small of his back, fingers dancing across the hem of his pants in a twisted teasing game. Wade’s touch feels like fire against his skin, his body instinctively arching into it, desperate for more. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his mind filled with thoughts of how badly he wants both of you right now, how badly he needs this in every way possible.

“Well would you look at that, honey badger is all pent up.”

“Could say the same thing for you too, bub.” Grinning mischeviously as he gestures to Wade’s obvious erection, Logan beckens Y/N with a finger. Gliding over, Y/N kneels down before the two imposing men, eyes glowing with lust and submission.

“Darlin’, be a good girl for me and help Wade out okay?”

“Yes sir.”

Y/N bites the zipper of Wade’s pants, slolwy dragging it down to let his cock spring free. Marvelling at the sight, knowing that Wade was commando the whole fight, sends a wave of arousal pooling in Y/N’s pants. Wade’s body tenses again, his breath getting caught in his throat. His eyes drift open to watch her actions, his gaze burning into her body with a mixture of desire and need. He can hardly believe the effect you have on him just with her touch.

"You're going to be the death—holy fuck!” Wade’s head falls back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as Y/N start to rub his throbbing member, his hips instinctively bucking towards her touch. He's almost lost for words, the sensation overwhelming his senses, his mind clouded by a primal desire. He can barely think straight anymore, all his focus centered on Y/N and what you're doing to him right now. His cock is hot and velvetly, weeping pre-cum. The sight sends both Y/N and Logan almost into a frenzy, ready to suck and take whatever they want from the loud-mouthed merc.

Y/N’s ministrations are slow and deliberate, working for her reward. Every movement is just barely on the edge of what Wade is moaning and begging for, practically humping into her hand. With the impatient noises he’s making, the way his cheeks turn a beautiful shade of red; it’s not too long now before he explodes.

“Cum for me baby, please? You’re doing so well.”

Wade can hardly handle it, the way Logan commands him, Y/N’s hand rubbing his cock. It’s all too much and soon he’s painting his girlfriends face with hot thick ropes of cum with a loud moan. Coming down from his high, Wade’s eyes crack open to see Y/N licking his seed off her face.

“Think you can paint our girl again bub?”

How could he refuse?

#deadpool smut #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool 3 #deadpool x reader #poolverine #poolverine x reader #poolverine smut #wolverine smut #logan howlet x reader #logan howlet smut #marvel #hugh jackman #ryan reynolds #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hornyposting #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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wouldyourecognizethisperson-poll · 5 months ago

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Top 50 Most Recognized People

(as of February 11, 2025)

These results are based on the first two poll responses (know who they are in person, or not in person but still recognize) added together.

Dwayne Johnson - 99.4% of respondents recognized

Will Smith - 97.4%

Daniel Radcliffe - 96.1%

Benedict Cumberbatch - 96%

Snoop Dogg - 94.4%

Ed Sheeran - 94.3%

Leonardo DiCaprio - 94%

Misha Collins - 93.4% - TIE

Rowan Atkinson - 93.4% - TIE

Danny Devito - 93.1%

Taylor Swift - 93%

Ryan Gosling - 92.8%

Robert Downey, Jr. - 92.7% - TIE

Zendaya - 92.7% - TIE

Morgan Freeman - 92.4% - TIE

Bill Nye - 92.4% - TIE

Elliot Page - 91.7%

Emma Watson - 91.6%

Dolly Parton - 91.5%

Jojo Siwa - 91.2%

21. Robert Pattinson - 90.9% 22. Nicolas Cage - 90.8% 23. Simon Cowell - 90.6% 24. Adam Driver - 90.2% 25. Jeff Goldblum - 89.8% 26. Prince Harry - 89.7% 27. Billie Eilish - 89.6% 28. Tom Holland - 89.5% - TIE 29. Lin Manuel Miranda - 89.5% - TIE 30. Chris Hemsworth - 89.3% 31. Jimmy Fallon - 89.1% 32. Pedro Pascal - 88.9% 33. Neil Patrick Harris - 88.8% 34. David Tennant - 88.5% 35. Peter Dinklage - 88% - TIE 36. Mads Mikkelson - 88% - TIE 37. Will Ferrell - 87.9% 38. Patrick Stewart - 87.8% 39. Oprah Winfrey - 87.7% 40. Lil Nas X - 87.6% 41. Taika Waititi - 87.5% 42. John Cena - 87.4% - TIE 43. Meryl Streep - 87.4% - TIE 44. Dan Howell - 87.4% - TIE 45. Weird Al Yankovic - 87.3% 46. Ariana Grande - 86.8% 47. Matt Smith - 86.7% 48. Tom Hiddleston - 86.5% 49. Tom Felton - 85.9% 50. Chris Pratt - 85.6% - TIE 51. Taylor Lautner - 85.6% - TIE

And the top 25 LEAST recognized

Steve Gonsalves (Ghost Hunters) - 0.3% - TIE

Jackson Browne - 0.3% - TIE

Tara Lipinski (figure skater - 1998 Olympic Champion) - 0.5% - TIE

Yanni (Greek musician) - 0.5% - TIE

George Lazenby (Australian actor) - 0.5% - TIE

Eric Burdon (singer from The Animals - ex. "House of the Rising Sun") - 0.8% - TIE

Christine Lakin (actor - Step by Step) - 0.8 - TIE

Peter Frampton (musician, member of Humble Pie) - 0.8% - TIE

Tippi Hedren (actor known from "The Birds") - 0.9%

Brian Eno (musician) - 1% - TIE

Lauren Daigle (musician) - 1% - TIE

Kate Maberly (actor known for The Secret Garden) - 1.1%

Joss Stone (musician) - 1.3%

Patricia Quinn (actor known for The Rocky Horror Picture Show) - 1.4% - TIE

Joshua Bell (musician - violinist) - 1.4% - TIE

Lance Armstrong (athlete - cyclist) - 1.6% - TIE

Thalia (actor/musician) - 1.6% - TIE

Grace Slick (musician, member of Jefferson Airplane) - 1.7% - TIE

Michelle Kwan (Olympic figure skater) - 1.7% - TIE

Sean Paul (musician) - 1.8%

Taio Cruz (musician) - 1.9%

Andrew VanWyngarden (musician - member of MGMT) - 2% - TIE

Julie Christie (actor) - 2% - TIE

Jennifer Grey (actor, known for Dirty Dancing and Ferris Bueller's Day Off) - 2.1% - TIE

Dave Davies (musician, member of The Kinks) - 2.1% - TIE

#most recognized

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volturissideslut · 6 months ago

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Can you do one with george weasley based on But Daddy I love him by Taylor swift

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George and ced are two of my fav boys

"Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned"

Literally. Georges hand clasps at yours desperately as you two bolt down the hallways in fits of giggles. Your faces flush red as you finally make it to his dorm successfully - at least you thought so. Little did you know that professor Snape was well and truly ticked, fed up, and ready to end your antics. He sat at his dest with quil in hand writing a letter home. You and George just lie there in his bed, chattering away, and him roping you into his next silly little scheme

"Screaming "But Daddy I love him!""

Your fathers' response letter didn't tak lone to reach you at all, absolutely at his wit's end, and adamant you leave George in the past and 'grow up'. Back and forth back and forth your letter went, telling him you love George and can't leave him. Ever so the traditionalist, he demands you marry wealth and should look for a partner with better prospects - someone suited for the ministry perhaps. George kisses the back of your neck and you put the letter down.

"I'm having his baby"

But it's summer break now so your forced to go home. Your last year is done and so you don't have the safety of the walls of Hogwarts to protect that spark we call love anymore. You're isolated from George really, ntil one day you blurt out your pregnany. Then your father's song and dance changed, saying you must marry George this instant and not have a baby out of wedlock. You finally see George, but the visit to the burrow is an awkward one with Molly staring at you how she is. Your man just takes you into his arms, glad your back.

"No, I'm not, but you should see your faces"

Georges family are the only people you tell that it was a lie for your freedom, and most of them are relieved, yes. But it ignites something within George, a want he never knew he had, to have you in his own home for him to look after. His business is going well, children loving 'Weasleys Wizard Wheezes', and he uses the money to get you a quaint little flat in London. You help out at the shop sometimes, interviewing for jobs you studied for other times, but little do you know the world grows suspicious.

"I'm telling him to floor it through the fences"

It's not long until your family and the rest of the world found out you told a lie, but with the pre-paid for wedding in a week you were holding out hope that things could still go smoothly. Not so much the case, as your father's and families' recent appearances would suggest. George reaches for a knife from the draw to cut a carrot, the both of you working on dinner together. It's a peaceful bliss, spending time with the one you love. Little chatter fills the air, from him still flirting with you to the both of you testing out awful pick up lines and jokes. He breaks the peace, only for a moment, and asks 'what if we eloped?'

"No, I'm not coming to my senses"

You put down the wooden spoon, and nod with a gentle 'okay'. Words fail you at the moment so you settle for lunging forward into his embrace. Georges arm's wrap around you and pull you tight.

"I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"

First thing in the morning he puts on his suit, and watches longingly as you get all dolled up for him in the mirror. You two get there before it even opens, and by 9:25 on the 18th on March you're legally married. And sure, you'd still have your celebration or 'proper wedding' in a weeks time, but now you were safe to call him yours forever, and nobody could get between that, not a soul. You have a few drinks, and yes it's the morning but you just married so who cares! It's time to celebrate. But them you're right back at home, in your little London flat, George above you and kissing down the nape of your neck. "You ready for some fun, Mrs. Weasley?"

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jinusajas · 2 months ago

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04/23/25; 08:15pm

dante sparda x fem.reader

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

thinking about spending your morning lazing around in bed with dante.

as always, you were the first to awaken, feeling dante’s natural body heat coursing through you with such potency that it leaves you feeling a little stifled. feeling the way his powerful arms were wrapped around your frame, you carefully removed yourself from his embrace-

only to feel his arms tightening around you in response. despite how your back was pressed against the front of his chest, you could feel the way his lips lightly peppered butterfly kisses across the expanse of your neck. his name falls from your parted lips in a soft mewl, earning a low chuckle from him.

as you bask in his private display of affections, you remain blissfully unaware of how his large hand was slowly making its steady descent down your body. an almost victorious smirk paints the demon hunter’s expression when you end up leaning closer to him.

and when you least expect it, dante already has his hand dipped inside the waistband of your panties, pulling up at the oversized shirt that once covers your body all while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

come on, you don’t mind if we do a quickie, right?

dante please, it’s too early in the morning for this.

yeah yeah, i know, but baby- feel how hard my cock is for ya. c’mon princess, i was t’tired last night, but now i’m all riled up and ready to go.

it takes a little more convincing on dante’s end, yet still, you allow him to wrap a calloused hand around your panties and pull down the flimsy fabric, revealing your aching sex to him. his thick finger plays with your center, drawing out even more of your arousal when he begins fucking you with his fingertips. the light squelching sounds of your walls eagerly taking in his fingers earns a soft moan from you, with dante further accentuating your pleasure when he begins pinching at your swollen clit.

your back immediately arches against him, your climax hitting you almost immediately when you spill your juices against his calloused hands. between labored breaths, you manage to let out a soft whine of his name, causing dante to curse in response.

fuck, babygirl. can’t even last two seconds with ya.

adjusting his boxers, you feel the way dante lifts up your leg before slotting his half-hardened cock between your thighs. the sensation of red-hot velvet stroking against your heat makes you grip at the sheets below you. a hedonistic curiosity compels you to look down at the spot between your legs, forcing you to see the way dante was using the underside of your cunt to stroke himself-

and you swore that the mere sight alone was enough to make you climax on the spot.

dante lets out a low hiss when he feels your arousal dripping down on his dick, spreading your legs even further before fully impaling you with his cock. with a startling precision, he manages to sheathe himself within your slick walls, giving it swift pounds that make your breasts bounce in response. your broken moans began reverberating around the room in tune with dante’s labored grunts.

still holding you by your legs, he continues to fuck you in this position (one of his many favorites, with your back pressed against his broad chest as he works his cock into you) making the sounds of your walls eagerly taking him in echo throughout the room as well. you were left panting each time he pistons his hips in and out of you, drawing out even more of your cries before stilling his hips completely.

your respective release hits you simultaneously just seconds later, with your walls clenching down on his cock the same time he shoots his load deep within you. dante’s low grunt of approval earns another soft mewl from you, and he weakly thrusts his softening cock inside you, making sure he was fully emptied before settling his entire weight on you.

the heat was admittedly getting unbearable now, with you lightly sweating after such passionate activities with your half-demon lover. you rest for a few more minutes, allowing your heart rate to slow at a reasonable pace before you felt your lover move. dante places one final kiss against your forehead before pulling out of you, making you whimper at the sudden loss of him as he grins at you in response.

picking you up like you weighed nothing, dante carries you bridal style against his naked body, walking towards the bathroom with a cocky expression on his face.

“let’s say we take this to the shower and have some more fun there.”

admittedly, the image of dante fucking you against the slick shower wall was enough to send another shot of pleasure down your spine, further increasing your neediness for him.

end notes: i will always love you, netflix dmc dante, (;﹏;)

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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ssmhhh · 4 months ago

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🚨TUA RANT🚨

hey so ummm idk if anyone out there knows this but in case some ppl are confused, the realism that mise en scène works to construct in the process of filmmaking isn’t actually real and storytelling through visual media is a whole industrial complex and professional actors are literally just workers who, in order to do their job professionally, do not feel any certain type of way about what that job entails based on your weird personal morality metrics when acting in service of the story being told.

like are any of you at all cognizant of the fact that when you see an actor portraying a character on screen it’s literally their job to not exist as that actor or the person that they are in their personal lives but instead embody the character for which they auditioned, knowing full well what that might entail? in this case having not only read the source material but already being a huge fan of it, fully aware of the nuanced, grey nature of it all??

like forgive me but if they are actually good at their job (which in this case they absolutely are) an actor shouldn’t even cross your mind as a person that exists outside of the narrative when you are watching their performance.

and are you in any way aware of the fact that with the (now very rare) exception of clearly defined lines set out by legal teams and intimacy coordinators and agents and HR being inappropriately crossed without swift repercussions, if an actor actually felt uncomfortable doing something at their job it absolutely would not go down in this day and age? and that an extremely vanilla kiss scene is not worth any semblance of hysterical hand-wringing over?

do you even realize how ridiculous it sounds when you chimp out about the fact that steve blackman has openly ‘admitted’ (as if that’s not a totally normal fucking statement to make and in no way weird or shameful or gross) that he waited until aidan was an adult with agency to give his character (who is a fucking senior citizen btw) a romantic storyline with the only character it made complete narrative sense to give him one with? this is not a “gotcha” argument it’s literally just the standard respectful thing to do… and miss me with your pearl clutching about the character’s physical age lol he’s physically like 25 by the time anything happens between them in the greenhouse.

technically the age gap goes the other way here, and honestly everyone with more than two brain cells knew the potential for this kind of thing happening given the complicated dilemmas of the character’s age. it was always going to be morally grey no matter what, and frankly, that’s what makes it compelling.

and btw, just fyi— a head writer of a multi-season tv show taking on the responsibility of planning out narrative arcs for fictional characters in very specific contexts does not, in fact, constitute what some of ya’ll so hyperbolically refer to as “fantasizing” about a fully consenting paid actor potentially being assigned a tastefully portrayed romantic storyline with another fully consenting paid ADULT actor who happened to be a ‘physical minor’ 15 years younger than them at the time (many years prior) that both parties were hired for the job, which they individually pursued with enthusiasm to obtain.

i’m sorry but there is nothing being logically presented by anyone whining about this that adequately proves there is anything wrong with it other than a personally biased laundry list of wildly reaching assumptions with zero concrete evidence and a whole lot of baseless projections.

like…you people do understand that all of these actors are doing their jobs and it’s not that deep right?? kissing, especially to the mild extent that was depicted in tua s4e5, is just like any other task in an actor’s job description, and all they are worried about is doing it in a way that best represents the characters in the context of the story that they are being paid quite handsomely to portray, which they contractually agreed upon and willingly consented to do.

not to mention the fact that if you would just take several deep breaths and get your head out of the ass of your moral high-horse for five minutes, you would notice that these actors did an absolutely phenomenal job at selling every single minute aspect of this storyline despite the fact that the amount of work they put in was drastically cut down to literal shreds by the final edit.

but no, y’all judgemental creeps rly out here having the audacity to disrespect the blood, sweat, and tears of the labour they put into it…which they have gone on record saying they are extremely proud of btw:

claiming concern for the wellbeing of people you don’t even know through deluded, sanctimonious takedowns of their hard work that they are (rightfully) proud of is absolutely wild to me… it’s giving vipers dressed in empath’s clothing lmao be so fucking for real please.

there is zero real harm to anyone actually occurring here, so pls stop pretending like your paternalistic moral panic is protecting anything other than your idealistic fantasy of how everything you consume should cater to your specific preferences, remain unchanging and safely free from the discomforts of growth, and never challenge your naïve perception of reality or your disney-ass assumptions that all media should exist as a utopian escape from it.

children… i beg you to put the ipads down and run your needlessly worried fingers through some actual physical grass i am so fucking serious. please grow the fuck up—for your own mental peace but also out of respect for the peace of those around you.

and to all you cyberbullying weirdos out there—fivela enjoyers auto-block hysterical commenters like these not out of cowardice but out of having the maturity to know when to pick your battles, and the unfortunate knowledge that attempting to reason with a certain level of reactionary willful ignorance is a waste of ones precious time and energy.

i have (probably foolishly) made an exception in this instance, bc for better or for worse, i felt that there are simply too many extremely loud voices out here who could do with being told to pipe the fuck down for 5 seconds.

it costs literally $0.00 to mind your goddamn business, stay in your lane, and focus on you and what makes you happy. if you feel the need to define yourself based on what you hate more than what you love, then i would highly suggest having a long eye-opening convo with yourself about why that is. let people enjoy things that nobody is forcing you to enjoy along with them. filter functions exist for this very reason.

it is nobody’s fault but your own if your media illiterate asses completely misunderstood the assignment and utterly failed to read the room here. like i’m sorry you put your rose-tinted hopes and dreams into something that never pretended to be anything but what it was and not what your narcissistic projections wanted it to be. tough shit. step into the daylight and let it go babes.

i didn’t want to do this but i got fucking fed up and needed to clock the tea one time. i will never speak on this again here but i’m sorry it needed to be said.

i wish a very get well soon 💖 to you all and to all a girl, bye.

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dawnoftime22 · 10 months ago

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tied together with a smile.

| T.S

Warnings: breakup, R crying and sobbing, anxiety, taylor comforting and confessing

Summary: After receiving a text of a breakup on what you thought would be a peaceful morning, your heart gets broken, and you pay a visit to your best friend, Taylor, to gain reassurance. Which, you had all the comfort you needed, but a confession of love along with it too, healing your broken heart.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: hurt/comfort, fluff

REQUEST : It was kind of angsty which ik you dont do much of but reader just experience a break up and went to Taylor who is her best friend as a shoulder to cry and eventually Taylor swift confesses during it and ends with lots of fluff

special request made for : @brainrotqueen <3

A/N: I'm not sure what to really feel about this fic? the intro is a little long, which I hope you don't mind, but I hope this turned out to be what you wanted it as! enjoy, and hugs to all of you sweethearts<3

| Started on 24/08/2024, 8:05 AM |

| Finished on 25/08/2024, 12:00 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"in broken hearts, there are always new beginnings awaiting."

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It was early in the day. The birds were chirping in the blue skies and the clouds were dissipating in the cause of the afternoon.

Having already gotten up and showered, you were in the kitchen, sitting at the dining table, enjoying your breakfast. It was a peaceful day, and seemingly the starting of a good one.

But it all went down when your eyes captured the sight of the notification at the top of your phone screen.

You were nearly about to be excited. Nearly. It was a name you loved, and you hadn't gotten a text from them in days. But the words written down wasn't a returning, much of the opposite. It was a goodbye that made your heart skip a beat.

'We're breaking up,' was all the message said. It was like time froze. You froze. And not in a good way. Not like when you fell in love for the first time. You didn't even know you could feel anything similar to it again, but it was the sinking feeling of something you spent all your time on, trying to see if it'll work, only for it to fall apart all over again. You can feel your heart rate pick up in its pace, the messaging app opening when you tapped on the notification.

You try to question, to write down your apologies for whatever you had done wrong, wondering what you could do turn it back to just you and your beloved, with the shaky hands you had, letters were being slipped in the midst of your foggy vision.

But there was no reply to any of the messages you had sent.

You exit the messaging screen of someone who was now your ex, your eyes staring at the contact name as you sniffled, the tears freely escaping. You suspected as much of the circumstances, considering your reeling mind already going through everything that could ever happen. But it didn't mean it didn't hurt.

You turned off your phone and put it face down against the table, your cheek getting the treatment of your hand resting firmly against it as you stare down at your empty plate. It had leftover bread crumbs.

You sighed. Your mug still held half of your drink. But you didn't even have the appetite to finish it anymore. Your stomach felt as though it was a swirling black hole that might collapse in on itself.

The chair lightly scraped and screeched against the wooden floor below you, making you grimace in response, but you pick up the plate and mug anyway, unable to think straight, feeling like a void had come over you.

Who were you supposed to go to now? Nothing seemed right to you. You wanted to curl up in bed and forget about it all, but you also wanted a pair of arms to embrace you. To keep you warm, to keep you from feeling lonely as your heart was shaking against your ribcage.

Then you pause once you put the dishes in the sink. There was someone. Your hand tightens around the handle of your mug, clenching it in a tight grip, then you quickly pour the drink out to the sink and wash the mug out with water, making sure the sink's all cleared of leftovers or liquids, in case the ants would feast upon it.

You sighed. Taylor. Of course. Your bestfriend, the person who's always been there beside you with every step you took. Not another second was wasted as you grabbed your car keys and got out your house, aiming to drive straight to her house.

It was a wonder Taylor's house was so close. You were sure you wouldn't have been able to focus on the road properly with your misty vision, but then again, you had driven with your mind on auto pilot the entire way.

It flew over your head to even call or message her, but you already parked in the driveway.

Oh, god, was she even home? You unbuckled your seatbelt, looking around. But her car was there beside yours in the driveway, which gave relief to your running heart.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as much as you could, but you wouldn't be able to do so within such little time.

After a few minutes, you wipe away your tears that had escaped, and turned off the engine, getting out your car to step up to her front door.

You took another breath in and rang the doorbell with a shaky hand, hearing it echo through the house as you shifted on your feet. You sniffled, feeling the passage of your throat being swollen from holding back any sobs, or crying even.

There were soon footsteps coming closer to the door, a meow going alone with it, until it eventually opens with a familiar face behind it. "Hey--" Taylor's voice comes through, her eyes just barely seeing behind the door to find you.

She can instantly tell you looked absolutely miserable, standing there at her door. Your red tinted nose, and bleak eyes that were sheening a gleam of sadness more than it could be assumed as the light's reflection instead.

"...What's wrong?" She asked softly, and you had your teeth capturing your lower lip. You saw the way her smile faltered, and how her shoulders went down. But she noticed the anxiety stirring within you, your fingers brushing over your palm. You almost regretted going to find company, almost not wanting to share the death swallowing your heart whole, because, it felt like it was only going to get worse from here.

"I just wanted to be with you," you whispered, trying to give her the smallest and weakest smile, but your voice betrayed you and cracked.

Her heart swelled at how she was your first thought to come all the way to her house after whatever had happened to you, but the way you looked had her worrying over it all.

"Come on...tell me. It doesn't look like you only wanted to visit me." she murmurs, concern filling her up as she pulls you into her home fully, closing the door behind you gently.

When she comes to wrap her arms around you, you started to slowly break, and had to stifle a sob, your arms quickly coming into response to do the same, although your fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt. "...I got broken up with," your small voice comes out.

"Oh...Y/N," she whispers under her breath, putting her chin gently atop your head. Her thumb comfortingly moves at your back, while you just barely felt the brush of a cat's body below you, just against your legs. Then, your mind jumped to conclusions, worrying over being a bother.

"Um...I-- I didn't really know where else to go so I..." You whispered out, your voice strained as a breath of yours got caught on a small sob.

"I went to you..." She can feel your arms tightening around her, your face burying in her chest, and the emotions radiating off you and your words was concerning.

"Its okay, I don't mind," she whispers back softly, her hand fully and slowly running up and down your back than just her thumb. Her heart was aching, to see your trembling body and to hear your quiet crying. She stayed quiet for a small moment, letting you spill your emotions out first.

"What happened?" She asks, wondering how one relationship that she thought you were better off in, ended up only to be with a broken heart.

"I don't know. It was just one text and we're over..." You murmured shakily, sniffling lightly as your voice was slightly muffled from being in her chest. Just like that. Over the phone. Not even on a call. Her lips part in surprise with a small intake of breath, unable to believe how someone could do such a thing to you.

"That's terrible, sweetheart. I'm so sorry," she whispers under her breath, leaning back to cup one of your cheeks with her hand, her thumb gently wiping away your tears. The nickname had slipped through her lips accidentally, but you didn't notice in your emotional catastrophe, although it added a hint more comfort.

"I really thought I found the one..." your voice held pain that transferred to her heart, and she closed her eyes, leaning closer and taking a gentle breath to gather her words.

"I know...I know, shh...it doesn't mean you won't get more chances," she whispers, her hand resting back around your shoulders as she swayed you both slightly as you both still stood at the front of the door.

She then leans back, looking down at you for a moment before giving you a small assuring smile. Her eyes catch a concerned looking Benjamin down at your feet, and her expressions soften further. Then, in decision, she gently slips her hand in yours, pulling you to her bedroom.

"Come here, all the cats are in the bedroom, so you can be more warm and cozy..." she murmurs, taking care in pulling you. Her bedroom had the curtains open, the daylight flooding through and making the room bright. On her bed, her cats are curled up with each other, and Benjamin followed along by jumping onto the bed, adding to the warmthness.

Taylor gently guided you to the bed, sitting on it. Your heavy crying subsided to small hitches of your breath and a trembling lip, the edges of your eyes sheening with wetness of your tears.

You sat beside her, wrapping your arms around her and resting your head against her shoulder. She puts her arm around your shoulders once more, giving you a gentle squeeze to let you know she was there for you.

"I should've known. I haven't gotten any text messages in so long and then...just like that. I mean, what did I do wrong, Tay?" you mumble, turning to bury your face in her shoulder, possibly dampening her shirt sleeve just a little.

She takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, her mind sifting through her thoughts. "Hey," her voice comes out gently, and she leans into you, gazing down at your helpless form.

"Don't say that," she whispers, giving you a shake of her head when you peeked out her shoulder. She almost thought it looked cute, just for a second in this sad moment. Her hand then brushes against your cheek once more, a warming touch against your skin.

"I think you did nothing else but try to give all your love," she says seriously, making sure you kept eye contact with her. Even your hands shook as you tried to keep yourself in control rather than go into another breakdown.

"You didn't get a message back. There was barely any communication for understanding, and that says something about it, Y/N..." she reasons, her hand gliding down to rest at your neck.

Your eyes strained with sadness, and you sniffled, feeling the lump in your throat that you needed to swallow down. "Th-Then...what if no one can actually love me?"

Taylor's eyes widen with small surprise for a moment at your presumption, a reaction you hadn't noticed as you rested your head against her chest, taking comfort in her embrace.

"I mean what if..." your voice was trembling; the sign of your willingness to try and keep talking even while you were fighting back from crying entirely once more. Taylor lets out a breath, her arms tightening around you as her hands tried to keep a soothing motion.

"I just want someone to love me..." you whisper, trailing off as your fingers tighten on Taylor's shirt, taking a deep breath in. But she took her own breath in too, her hammering heart preparing what to say.

"I love you..." She says quietly, looking down as you bit your lip. She waited, but you shook your head gently.

"Yeah, but thats..." you murmur, misunderstanding her meaning as you sighed. She places her hand under your chin, gently tilting your head up to have you look at her.

"Y/N." She says your name, her voice being firm so she could grab your attention and have your full focus. You pause any of your thoughts and words, almost holding your breath as you met her eyes, although you weren't sure if its because she caught your attention or because you had suddenly realized how beautiful her eyes were.

"I love you." She repeats, a little louder than last time, her expression awaiting. You take a moment to process it, almost confused, but then the pieces click together in your mind, and you realize what she meant.

"...What?" You breathe out, letting go of the breath you held, your heartrate increasing as you try to think through it.

She smiles softly at your confusion and surprise. "Not as a friend." she whispers, shaking her head to add to her expression so you'll know she was serious.

Taylor bit her lip, her eyes traveling the bedsheets for a moment before returning back to your eyes. "I...I've been wanting to tell you for so long, and I was really close to, but then you found someone and you seemed so happy, I didn't...I didn't want to ruin it."

You take a deep breath in, quickly already exhaling it, your own eyes lingering on the bedsheets. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." she adds.

"I..." you tried speaking, but words failed you, and even just one letter had your voice trembling as you start, and you simply gaze up at her in hopes that she can just read your mind.

Instead, she took matters into her hands and rubbed her hand up and down your arms. "Deep breaths," she whispers, nodding along when you followed through, and she helped you by guidance too.

"Thats it. Its okay," she murmurs, resting her forehead against yours, still keeping the motion of her hands. You calmed down, no longer having shuddering breaths or hitching from your earlier crying and sobs.

You took one last deep breath, before the exhale turns out into a sigh as you gather your words. "...I'm glad you said it," you breathed out genuinely, gazing up at her and biting your lower lip.

She blinks at you, her eyes searching yours for any type of meanig to deceive. "Really?" she says under her breath, looking at you with just as much vulnerability you were holding.

You nod slowly. "Because, maybe...I do like you too..." you say, almost hesitantly, not lingering on her eyes anymore in fear of anything that could be in them.

She had a little worry and doubt growing in her heart, even though she has your utmost trust, she didn't want you to act on impulse and jump in, being in a vulnerable state after a breakup...she would hate to accidentally be a rebound without meaning to. "You're sure?" She searches for your confirmation again.

A small smile finally starts to raise up on your lips, making her heart skip a beat. She's always loved your smile, but had never admitted it. It was her favorite thing in the world, even if it was a small one.

"I wasn't sure how to deal with it. I didn't want our friendship to end in some way..." you murmur. It suddenly makes sense to her, that maybe you had avoided confessing to her by trying to see if maybe, someone else could capture your heart. But it didn't work, and now your heart was instead shattered into a million pieces.

But, here she was, picking all of them up, one by one, carefully and gently. She was putting your heart back together, and giving you hers, all at the same time.

"I don't want you to...jump in, I know its quick, I..." She trails off when she suddenly feels your lips on hers, meeting softly without rush, but she didn't realize you leaning in until she felt it. It was the softest contact she felt against her lips, and she melted into it, making your heart swell.

"I want to," you whisper, making her know for sure that you knew your feelings fully without doubt or false facts. But you slowly part from the kiss and lean back, breathing out and brushing your hand over her shoulder.

"But I'm scared..." you admitted, deeply gazing at her blue eyes, maybe even getting lost in the clear sea within them. Your thoughts only filled with the stormy skies and uphill battles you've ever gone through.

But she squeezes your sleeve gently, putting you back into reality. "Its okay." she whispers, sliding her hands down to yours to intertwine with your fingers. The person who's been closest to you, your entire life, there wasn't much she didn't know about you.

"We don't have to...rush into it," she says, her thumbs rubbing over your skin. You can feel the warmth radiating from her, and you let out a breath of relief.

"We can take it slow," she assured, giving your hands a squeeze too, keeping her gaze gentle.

"Okay?" she looks into your eyes for confirmation, needing to know you were both on the same agreement and level. Your quietness added to her own worry, but the relief flooding in your heart was needing its little time.

You smile widely, nodding with happiness. "Okay," you answer with sincerity, a spark of hope igniting in your chest. She breathes out a breath she was holding, starting to smile back at you.

"Now, let's cuddle and not think about anything else but cuddling," she mumbles, pulling closer to her, leaning back to get more comfortable, and you gratefully nuzzle your face back into her.

She smiles at the feeling of you snuggling into her, and she gazes down at you adoringly before going down to kiss the top of your head, and nuzzling back into your hair, a gesture that warms your heart tremendously.

The entire world wasn't collapsing after all.

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thecapricunt1616 · 9 months ago

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Promptober Day 2 👻

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭) : “Liiiiip” You huff, for the third time in the last 10 minutes, and he still hadn’t acknowledged you as he kept yapping away about some baseball game with one of his friends from class, gently rubbing and squeezing your hip as he spoke. He’d finally had enough though, as he rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his beer before looking at you. “Yes, baby?” He asked? His Tone laced with annoyance. You had been moping around all night, saying that this party was no fun cause all they had was beer and straight whiskey (with no mixers available) which was fine by him. But you were more of a fruity carbonated girl, and all they were playing was boy music as you’d also whined to him earlier.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Welcome to day 2 of promptober! we get 2 doses of smut today, stay tuned tonight for kinktober day two! you can view my schedule & masterlist for this celebration right 🦇here🦇! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Impact play, spanking, Dom!Lip, College Lip 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬

“Liiiiip” You huff, for the third time in the last 10 minutes, and he still hadn’t acknowledged you as he kept yapping away about some baseball game with one of his friends from class, gently rubbing and squeezing your hip as he spoke. He’d finally had enough though, as he rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his beer before looking at you.

“Yes, baby?” He asked? His Tone laced with annoyance. You had been moping around all night, saying that this party was no fun cause all they had was beer and straight whiskey (with no mixers available) which was fine by him. But you were more of a fruity carbonated girl, and all they were playing was boy music as you’d also whined to him earlier.

“I wanna go homee” you said and kissed his neck gently, nipping at a hickey you’d left last night before sucking it gently.

“Ey’ cut it out” he moves his hand down to your ass and squeezes lightly “behave” he said low and quiet in your ear. In response you just bit down harder, which made him hiss a bit and he spanks you to get you to let go, earning a few snickers from his friends.

“Owie!” You yelp a bit and he shook his head, finishing off the rest of his beer.

“You tryna’ make a fool outta me isn’t gonna make us leave faster. In fact, I need another drink.” He led you with him back to the kitchen to get himself another beer. You groan dramatically, dragging your feet as you followed him.

“You’re being unfair and a really big jerk” he said and he raised his brows, looking at you with a surprised look on his face.

“I’ll give you one chance to take that back” he said with a smirk, pulling a corona out of the cooler and popping it open on the counter with one swift motion before taking a swig. The look dancing in his eyes was mischievous, and you knew you were playing with fire- but that didn’t stop you from loving the feeling of getting burned just a bit.

“No. You’re being a big, mean boyfriend. A jerk. J, e, r, k” you lean in close, your lips nearly touching his as you spelt it out for him. He chuckled darkly, gently rubbing his hand up the small of your back, over your waist, to the back of your head.

He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled your head back roughly, leaving hot, sultry kisses up the column of your throat until he got to your lips, whispering over them the same way you had just a few moments prior. “You’re gonna regret that, babygirl”

“What did I say?” your hips jerked, mound swollen and on fire from the repeated assault of Lips cupped hand spanking your dripping cunt for the last 25 minutes.

“P-please- M’sorry” you sniffled, trying and failing to close your legs to protect your sensitive core from any further punishment. “Don’t- don’t start again- I’ll remember I’ll remember!” you hiccuped a cry as you beg, your teary gaze meeting meeting his in the mirror.

“The next time you forget to count, we’re starting again. Hear me?” He asked, his usual stark blue eyes blown wide and dark with lust. You nodded fervently, swallowing thickly and sniffling

“6- that was six” you said and he used one of his knees that were hooked over yours to spread your legs wider.

“Remember this next time you wanna mouth off in’fronta my friends” he brought his hand down again over your heat in a light smack, causing your hips to buck into his hand and a whiny cry to leave your lips

“S-seven” you mewl, head falling back on his shoulder as you pant at the mixture of pain and pleasure. He tuts and nudges your cheek with his nose

“Y’know what I’m gonna say kitten, you need t’watch er’ it doesn’t count” he said hotly in your ear and you whined, picking your head up and angling it for a kiss

“Gimme kisses” you mutter and he leaned in, causing your eyes to flutter shut and just as you feel his lips brush yours he says

“Who got themself in trouble” onto your lips in a low husky voice. You huff, annoyed he wasn’t giving you what you wanted

“You because you’re the meanest- ah!” You yelp, his hand coming down against your pussy once more.

“Wrong it’s that fuckin mouth. God, y’just don’t learn- and why aren’t you counting, brat?” He said hotly in your ear and you grind up against his hand, trying to get some friction to your aching clit

“Eight- please daddy please I’m sorry I’ll be good I promise I’ll be good” you begged, putting your hand on top of his, guiding his fingers to your dripping core and his jaw fell slack, spreading your lips with his fingers so he could get a better view.

“Holy fuck. No wonder y’such a brat. Y’get off on this mm? You like it when I punish you” he bites down on your neck as he spanks you again and you gasp, squirming against his chest

“N-nine- nine” you cried, smears of black under your eyes from the tears that had gathered at your lash line.

“Good girl, just one more then I’ll give you whatever you want yea?” He kissed your forehead sweetly and you grab his wrist

“Gimme a kiss?” You ask sweetly and pucker your lips.

“Whats the reason you’re being punished?” He asked again, gently kissing your chin as he waited for an answer. You whine and roll your eyes, finally deciding to relent.

“My mouth.” You mutter and he hums in approval before gently grabbing your chin and angling your face to bring you into a sweet kiss that felt like it was much too short before he pulls away and delivers one last spank to your stinging skin making you gasp having not expected it

“Ten” he said for you and you sigh in relief, head falling back on his shoulder and he said softly in the shell of your ear “I think you learned your lesson”

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corrupte3d-mindz · 1 year ago

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Love ur cillian fics!! Especially the singer ones!! Could you do cillian x younger singer reader inspired by Barry appearing in Sabrina’s please please music video!! Or just Barry and Sabrina in general…

Cillian x younger singer reader inspired by how Taylor changes the lyric to “the guy on the chiefs…” when travis is watching

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Lights, Camera, Cillian

(41)Cillian Murphy x (25)F! Singer Reader

Summary: Cillian gets to be apart of a music video.

Wordcount: 2.7k

Warnings: you're 4'11

soft! Cillian, cocky! Cillian, lovey dovey Cillian, kissing, lap sitting, age gap by 16 years.

Inspiration: Please Please Please - Sabrina Carpenter

The set was alive with the hum of activity, a symphony of controlled chaos, a hive of activity as crew members darted about, adjusting lights and setting up equipment. A controlled chaos that always came with the territory of shooting a music video.

The lights cast a warm glow, creating an ambiance that matched the mood of the song they were filming for: 'Please Please Please.' Crew members moved with purpose, adjusting cameras, perfecting lighting, and setting up props. The director's voice cut through the noise, orchestrating the myriad tasks with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation and the faint scent of coffee, the lifeblood of early morning shoots.

She stood inside the makeup trailer next to the love of her life; Cillian sat in the makeup chair, his posture relaxed yet his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. He had always thrived in front of the camera, but this was different. A music video required a different kind of performance, one that was more abstract and emotive. The makeup artist's brush moved expertly across his skin, adding subtle touches to enhance his natural features. The bright, overhead lights cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones and the deep blue of his eyes.

He glanced her way, who was standing a few feet away, talking animatedly with one of the crew members. She was a vision of grace and beauty, her petite yet chubby frame exuding an aura of confidence and poise. Her chubby cheeks, which he found irresistibly cute, were flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with creative fervor. She turned to look at him and her eyes met his, and she smiled, a gesture that always had a calming effect on him. He returned the smile, though it was tinged with a hint of nervousness.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched her, the corners of his lips twitching upward. Turning his attention back to the mirror in front of him, he quipped, "Haven't been in handcuffs in a while..." His witty remark was accompanied by a playful glint in his eye. Her response was immediate, her expression shifting to one of mock annoyance mixed with embarrassment. "Cill-...hush ..before I duck-tape your mouth shut." Cillian chuckled softly, the sound a deep, rich timbre that resonated in his chest. He met her gaze in the mirror, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Maybe...I'll hush if you give me a kiss, eh'?"

Her reaction was swift, the playful banter eliciting a smile that lit up her face. She crossed the short distance between them, her movements graceful and assured. The makeup artist, sensing the intimate moment, finished her work and discreetly moved to the other side of the room, leaving them in a bubble of privacy amidst the chaos. She reached out, her fingers gently lifting his chin, forcing him to look at her. The touch was soft, yet it held a firmness that brooked no argument. As she leaned in, her lips parting slightly, Cillian felt his heartbeat quicken, the anticipation building between them. He cupped her face with one hand, his thumb brushing over her cheek in a tender caress.

When their lips met, the world around them seemed to blur, fading into insignificance. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a melding of mouths that spoke volumes in its simplicity. Her lips were soft and warm, moving against his with a sweetness that belied the fiery passion lurking just beneath the surface. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth, seeking hers in a dance as old as time. Their tongues met, tentatively at first, then with increasing boldness. The kiss grew more intense, more fervent, as they lost themselves in the moment. Cillian's hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her close, while her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the embrace. The connection between them was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm.

As they kissed, Cillian's mind wandered to the many moments they'd shared, the highs and lows of their relationship. This was just one more layer to their ever-evolving story, a testament to the love and trust that bound them together. The sound of the director's voice calling out that it's time barely registered with the both of them, their focus entirely on each other. Finally, they pulled away, breathless and flushed, their eyes locked in a shared moment of understanding. Cillian smiled, a soft, affectionate curve of his lips that spoke volumes. "That was some kiss," he murmured, his Irish lilt adding a melodic quality to his words.

She laughed, a light, musical sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Well, I had to shut you up somehow," she teased, her eyes dancing with mirth.

He grinned, his heart swelling with love for the woman before him. "I'm not complaining, love. Not one bit."

The whole crew and everyone else involved were taking a lunch break. She sat comfortably in his lap, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him, her presence a soothing balm to the frenzy of the day. Cillian's phone was resting on her lap, allowing her to read along as he typed. It was a simple gesture of inclusion, a silent communication that spoke volumes about their closeness. Its screen lighting up occasionally with messages. He was responding to texts, but his attention was divided, his focus constantly drifting back to her. Her hand moved gracefully, picking up a plump, red strawberry from a bowl that was on a table next to them and brought it to her lips. She took a delicate bite, the juice staining her lips a deep crimson. The sight was mesmerizing, a small, intimate moment that felt like it was just for them.

She shifted slightly, her gaze catching his. A playful smile curved her lips as she picked up a strawberry from the bowl beside them. "Strawberry?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur as she held the ripe fruit up, turning her head to look at him fully.

Cillian's eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her smile, a subtle warmth in his expression. He reached up, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the strawberry. The contact was brief but intimate, a silent acknowledgment of their bond. He brought the fruit to his lips, taking a delicate bite. The sweetness exploded on his tongue, a delightful contrast to the faint tang of the earlier scene still lingering in his mind.

"Delicious," he murmured, his accent giving the word a soft, lilting quality. His fingertips lingered against her hand for a moment longer, tracing the delicate lines of her skin. There was something profoundly grounding about these small touches, a reminder of the simple pleasures that made life meaningful.

She giggled, a sound that seemed to lift the weight from his shoulders. "I'm glad you like it," she replied, her tone light and teasing. She leaned back against him, her head resting comfortably against his chest. He could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, a soothing counterpoint to the frenetic energy around them. He continued to text, his thumb moving deftly over the screen, but his focus was divided. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair mingling with the strawberries, created a cocoon of intimacy that made it hard to concentrate fully. He didn't mind; these moments were precious, a respite from the relentless demands of his career.

"Who are you texting?" she asked, her curiosity evident as she glanced down at the screen.

"Just checking in with my agent," he replied, his voice a low murmur against her ear. "Making sure everything's set for next week's shoot."

She nodded, her fingers idly playing with the hem of his shirt. "You work so hard, Cill." He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "And you don't? Look at you, running this whole show," he gestured around the set with a tilt of his head, his admiration clear in his voice. She blushed, her cheeks tinged with a delicate pink. "It's different. This is just one video. You do this all the time." He turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against her temple in a tender kiss. "Doesn't make it any less impressive. I'm proud of you."

Her eyes softened, and she shifted to look at him more directly. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the background noise. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that tugged at his heartstrings, a reminder of how much she valued his support. They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the only sounds their breathing and the distant clatter of dishes as the crew finished their lunch. Cillian continued to text, his free hand resting on her thigh, the simple contact grounding him in the moment.

"_______! _______! Over here!" A voice suddenly called out, breaking their serene bubble. Both of them turned toward the source of the voice, their expressions curious. It was one of the directors of her music video, a broad grin on his face as he waved enthusiastically. He held up his phone, capturing a quick photo before turning back to his work.

She wasn't upset by the intrusion; she merely shrugged, a resigned smile on her lips. Their relationship hadn't been officially confirmed to the public yet, and moments like these, while slightly invasive, were to be expected. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Guess our secret is gonna be out," he murmured, his Irish accent adding a musical lilt to his words.

She giggled, popping another strawberry into her mouth. "Oh well, it's not like we were hiding it very well," she replied, her voice light and teasing. "After all you are in this music video..."

Cillian sat in a cold, metal chair, his body tense with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He was clad in dark jeans and a simple white tank top; that contrasted sharply with the white dress she wore. She lay languidly on the worn couch, the white dress clinging to her curves, the slit in the stomach teasing a glimpse of her soft skin. Her eyes, full of intent and unspoken emotions, locked onto Cillian's. He mirrored her gaze, his hands resting on his head, fingers threading through his hair. His blue eyes held a mix of intensity and seduction, and as he bit his bottom lip, he projected an air of smoldering confidence.

The director called for silence, and the set fell into a hushed anticipation. The music began to play, its melancholic melody filling the air. She started to sing, her voice a sultry, captivating whisper. "If you wanna go and be stupid," she sang, her eyes never leaving Cillian's. The words dripped with a mix of challenge and allure, drawing him in. As she stood up and began to walk toward him, her movements were deliberate, each step echoing with purpose. She held up a pair of handcuffs, the metal glinting in the light, and dangled them in front of his face as she sang, "Don't do it in front of me." There was a playful defiance in her tone, a daring edge that sent a shiver down his spine.

Cillian’s mind raced, thoughts intertwining with the rhythm of the music. He knew his role, every action and reaction meticulously rehearsed, yet the raw energy of the moment made it feel new, almost dangerous. He kept his eyes on her, his breath shallow as she moved behind him, continuing her song. "If you don't wanna cry to my music," she sang, her voice wrapping around him like a silk rope. He dropped his arms as rehearsed, feeling the cold steel of the handcuffs snap around his wrists. Her touch was both gentle and firm, and he exhaled sharply, memories of more intimate settings flashing through his mind. There was a vulnerability in his position, a surrender that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

She picked up a roll of duct tape, and began to walk back to the front of him; her eyes flicking up to meet his as she bent down to meet his eye level. The air between them was electric, charged with the tension of the scene. She tore off a piece of tape; the proximity making his heart race. The world seemed to narrow to just the two of them, the intensity of her gaze, the sound of her voice, the feel of her hands. As she placed the tape over his mouth, he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. She cupped his face gently, pressing a kiss to the tape, a gesture that was both tender and taunting. His eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring the sensation, the softness of her touch contrasting sharply with the roughness of the scene. She pulled away from his face leaving a big red kiss mark in the center of the tape.

She walked off camera, her figure disappearing into the shadows, leaving him alone in the frame. The director’s voice broke the silence, "...AND THAT'S A WRAP!" The declaration echoed through the garage, and the crew erupted into applause, the tension of the shoot dissolving into relief and satisfaction. Cillian remained seated, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The handcuffs were quickly removed, and he rubbed his wrists, feeling the slight indentations left by the metal. She rushed back to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement and pride. The both of them went to hug each other. The crew bustled around, dismantling equipment and discussing the day's shoot, but for Cillian everything else seemed to blur into insignificance. All he could focus on was the woman in his arms, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him, her warmth and presence a soothing balm to his earlier nerves. He cupped her face gently, his fingers grazing the soft, delicate skin of her cheeks. His thumbs traced the gentle curve of her jaw, his touch tender and reverent. Her eyes, wide and filled with emotion, locked onto his, a mixture of relief, pride, and love shining within their depths. She was beautiful, radiating a glow that seemed to light up the entire room.

"Baby, I'm so proud of you," he murmured, his Irish accent giving his words a lyrical, intimate quality. The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, each word imbued with the depth of his feelings. His eyes, a striking blue, bore into hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her breathe catch in her throat.

As he leaned in, time seemed to slow. The noise and movement around them faded into a distant hum, the world narrowing down to just the two of them. His lips met hers with a slow, deliberate tenderness that quickly blossomed into something more powerful, more urgent. The kiss was intense, a mingling of breath and emotion that spoke of their deep connection, their shared passion. In that moment, it was as if nothing else existed. The warmth of her body against his, the taste of her lips, the soft sigh that escaped her as they kissed—all of it combined to create a cocoon of intimacy that shut out the rest of the world. He could feel her heartbeat, quick and steady, mirroring his own, a rhythmic reminder of their bond. When he finally broke the kiss, they remained close, their foreheads touching, breathing in sync. Silence enveloped them, a comfortable, shared silence that spoke volumes. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. His eyes never left hers, filled with a mixture of admiration and adoration.

"You were incredible out there," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have no idea how proud I am of you."

She smiled, a shy, almost bashful smile that made his heart swell with affection. "I couldn't have done it without you, Cillian. You being here means everything to me."

Author's Notes:

I think I’m getting burnt out guys..ahhh; please forgive me if this is ass.

The other asks are being worked on, I just need to recoup.

I hope I did this right, either I'm dumb which is a really good option; which...yeah that's probably it. But yeah its like a behind the scenes of the music video lolz, I'd had to watch; but I do like the song; 100% helps is she has a behind the scenes video for it so yeahhhh.

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Hot takes:

These have been copypasted verbatim. They do not reflect my own beliefs. Etc.

i do not get why people ship squrth

hope nobody in unit 919 gets together romantically because the lack of romantic stuff in the series is a bit part of why i feel so connected to the series (im aro and its very hard to find fantasy books without at least romantic subplots)

This fandom is small but very sweet. People are kind and respectful to each other. It is very refreshing after the larger fandoms (SW, HP, LOTR) which sadly have lots of trolls and haters.

i have heard fandoms can be quite toxic (luckily never met one which is) and it seems to me that (at least the discord) is not really toxic

Morrigan and Sqwall are related, other wundersmiths are still alive and held in type of comas at the wintersea Hq

Ezra isn't the biggest villain in the series (might not be that hot a take...).

Jupiter frustrates me to no end.

I really actively despise shipping Mog with anyone idk it just feels weird to me :(

Not really sure what counts as a hot take since the only thing I really see is memes in the fandom

Unit 919 besides the main trio are all opps

people feel greedy for content from the author and from people who create art/fic/anything, and you can't really state your opinion without getting 'called out'

while I see them as siblings, I don’t really mind Morrijack shippers. it’s definitely not my thing, but just because they have the same father figure (and many interpret them as sibling-like) doesn’t actually mean shipping them is “wrong.” not really a hot take anymore, but it used to be a huge point of contention to my memory

There's more of us than we all realise

I want 9 books but I think we will get 7 if we are lucky

I think all my takes are ice cold lol. I think the Baz 5 or whatever they’re called aren’t that bad, they just need better role models

I Think in Canon Morrigan Might be able to travel through time in the future or even better be able to communicate through the ghostly hours to different people. I say this because, the voice Morrigan hears in the alley during Hollowpox could be hers from the future after she has developed mastery over the wundrous arts. And That the Kindling does know about what happened to the wundersmiths but wanted to test morrigan since it also sees the black ice in her heart.

hot take: people mischaracterize my girl cadence so bad!! She's not an angry evil grump all the time! She brought Morrigan a wholeass puppy! Almost no one in-universe remembers she exists— cut her some slack!

honestly? i dont have any hot takes i love this fandom and the books are obviously FANTASTIC

We should see more dragon riding it’s really cool

I don't like Lambeth. I just don't trust her after learning she lied to everyone.

fandom has too many injokes which makes it hard for newcomers to feel welcome (esp if they're introverted). also, the discord server is a mess and needs to halve the amount of channels.

Squall is probably a good guy

Idk if this is a hot take - i actually dont really participate in this fandom - but i reckon its a more well constructed world/plot/series than HP’s. wish i couldve read this as a little girl. i wouldve been obsessed.

The Devereaux ladies school or wtv was not fake and it will become relevant in a later book

There's tway too much questionable content in the fandom

Maud Lowry is Morrigan's mother/related to Morrigan.

Where do they get Nevermoor get all their food? Buying all of it from outside isn't smart when it seems like all their neighbors don't like them and won't even admit that they exist.

I'm not sure if people actually want to see it, or if it's just good old fandom fun (I've read some pretty good Jupiter x Squall fics by people who definitely don't ship them lol), but a lot of people ship different members of Unit 919. My hot take is I want very little actual romantic relationships involving the Unit, if any at all. I'm here for the lore, action, and character dynamics, not really the romance, and I think it would take time away from other aspects of the series. Not every series needs to be heavy on the romance. That being said, I think a little Archthorne couldn't hurt.

I would've wished Nevermoor to be slightly fleshed out more in passing. Like because there would absolutely have to be an underwater section correct? For mermaids and sea creatures wunimals. Even if it was just a brief sentence that would be so cool! (Obviously there are still more books to come but yeah)

I feel like Jupiter is going to struggle far more with Morrigan's apprenticeship to Squall than the fandom currently thinks

People should be nicer about the author’s long COVID delays

taking this as an opportunity to share my overall theory for how the series will play out and end. warning this is A LOT OF TEXT (i'll put a tldr for u bc im not a masochist) (also ignore all of the plot holes :3)

i think squall will get a redemption arc, wunsoc isnt what it seems and is actually a controlling elitist society that bends the social, political, and cultural landscape of the free state to its own benefit, squall realized this, he and the other wundersmiths tried to revolt against them, but he was the only survivor and wunsoc painted him as the murderer to the free state and exiled him and erased the history of wundersmiths for their own gain. the society now wants morrigan to become their tool and vessel to make them stronger (possibly even use her to take over the republic). the republic though also isnt innocent (wunsoc in my pov might be the lesser of two evils). squall is exiled into what is now the republic, but each state had previously been separate nations. squall meets some military dictator (not maud bc this was too long ago), who promises him that if he helps them take over the other countries and form the republic, then they will give him somewhere where wundersmiths can learn their magic in peace and without being used as weapons. he has to accept, because otherwise the history of wundersmiths would be lost as he would be on his own and the reborn wundersmith souls wouldnt know their truth. dictator gains power over the newly formed republic, squall wants to find other wundersmiths but dictator says no bc they still need him as a tool. fast forward present day republic wants to take over the free state, and the free state wants to take over the republic. mog realizes that neither are good, doesnt trust anyone, her own unit feels foreign (except cadence and hawthorne who are by her side no matter what), she has no idea what jupiter's stance would be, she somewhat believes what squall tells her about what really happened but never knows if hes trying to manipulate her, and she cant believe anyone. ALSOOOOOO imagine mog saying to jupiter "do you trust me" and he hesitates but then says "yes" DGDGJSDFGRWUKGILRGHRFKGBJTGHRTVGBHJB im unwell TL;DR - wunsoc is evil, republic is more evil, squall surprisingly is NOT that evil, and helps mog and some wunsoc members overthrow both the republic and wunsoc and return the republic states to being independent nations (maybe great wolfacre becomes part of nevermoor??) and everything ends in harmony and world peace.

I don’t think this is particularly hot but please I need morridence and archawn (100% not the names the fandom uses I’m not in it enough to know)

ppl shouldnt ship any of the unit 919s together. theyre twelve yrs old yall

Jupiter x Squall is a weird ship

Ezra Squall is attached to Mog

Jupiter is asexual

Ezra is through and through evil, i don't believe there's a good part in him, and i don't really want Noelle to come back, i don't care for her

Fandom can focus a lot on squall instead of other characters- still like it nevertheless!

I want to see Mog can closer to more of past/current sub nine members than certain unit members

i dont like how the fandom treats squall tbh.

Jack needs more screen time

I find it kinda weird that some people worship Morrigan or think she's real. Idk, it makes me kinda uncomfortable since she's a teenager. It's like the Snapewives all over again

hawthorne and arch like each other fight me (it’s like drarry except i fucking hate drarry)

I don’t trust the elders

That morrigans mum might be alive or has a huge dramatic life story

Lack of ships is interesting and I kinda want there to be ships

I don't like Hawthorne

Nevermoor is miles better than Harry Potter. Don’t tell my little sister I said that though

Morrigan's mother is alive

i‘m too scared to really get involved even though everyone seems really nice (that’s a me problem though)

Morrigan is eventually going to have to face Corvus, also I really want her to have a relationship with her twin brothers

i think ezras gay ngl

I will forever say Morrigan is straight

Morrijack forever

Some Nevermoor fans are disgusting.

morrigan should have started learning the wundrous arts in book 2

Considering how badly Wunsoc reacted to Morrigan being a Wundersmith, the crew at the Deucalion are far too accepting. Like maybe they're all just genuinely really nice people, but it's likely that some of them do harbour some kind of resentment about it. Like, how couldn't you? There must be some lingering apprehension that they keep quiet because of Jupiter.

Some people in the fandom are disgusting and forget that characters like Jack and Hawthorne are children.

idrk what the consensus is on what characters, facts, events etc. people like or dont like in the series, but all my friends say jack is one of their favourite characters but he is near the bottom of my list.

Hawthorne has a Scottish accent

Ezra Squall is actually a good guy being controlled by the wunsoc

Ezra Squall likes to cooks and wears cute aprons as he does :3

Nurse Tim has a really strong northern irish accent

cold take: baz charlton deserves to rot in hell

I ship Ezra and Jupiter

not a hot take but i HATE morrijack witth a burning passion THEYRE SIBLIGNS

Idk about hot but morrijack can burn in hell. That’s pretty hot

Ezra Squall/Jupiter makes no sense.

Jupiter is a flawed character but tries his best

Morrigan can control / access a wide variety of wunderous controls all around Nevermoor that controlled the city and maybe even some of the pockets if she knew where to look as a wundersmith as stated by squall in the books about how nevermoor is waiting to be brought to life and controlled/ do her bidding seeing as how much the wunderous society relied on wundersmiths before ezra squall.

All the children are gay

every character is aromantic or asexual trust me guys

Idk if this is a hot take but I think it would be interesting to see if Morrigan and Jupiter’s relationship just kind of got a lot worse as she grew up. Sad, but interesting.

Super duper random and unimportant but if Charlie and Martha ever have a seen I reckon he’d also be Charlie (Charlie jr.), but if they had a daughter Martha would absolutely refuse to name her Martha (or after anyone else they know)

Anah and Thaddea are a ship

Mr Jones > Ezra Squall. I don’t like Squall too much. The disguise made him more interesting.

Not so hot of a take, but I'm pretty sure Morrijack has most potential of becoming canon

Jupidad moments are da best

The ninth Wundrous Art is the creation of life.

Considering Ezra Squall a father figure of Morrigan/making any sort of positive light of him is a bad idea considering he’s literally a mass murderer!

whimsigoth/found family thing goes so hard

Yall go to easy on Ezra.

The fandom is too quick to ignore Morrigan's past in the Wintersea Republic

not much of a hot take but mahir is underrated as hell

I dont like morrijack at all

i really dislike jupiter x ezra

I think the emphasis on shipping feels really out of place int his fandom tbh. Idk, I get having headcanons about the characters’ sexualities and I do that too, but I just don’t see much shipping potential in the characters? Theyre just besties/found family and that’s part of what I love about them

don't think I have any but. live and let live let people have fun it's not really your business what they want to do

any fanfic I’ve read that tries to redeem squall usually completely loses all his characterisation in the process, even though I think it’s possible to have redeemed (and BY THAT I mean a squall who cares about Morrigan and other people and understands and is effected by hurt he has caused) squall with canon characterisation. You just have to work HARD.

I hate frank

Wuncos is hiding somenthing

i hope romantic relationships only play a minimal role as the series goes along

Ezra never did commit the massacre. Onstaldt knew this

Jack isn't gay

I don’t fully trust jupiter

What’s something you’d like to see more of in the fandom?

Again, copied verbatim.

fic? in general but particularly canon divergent fic

More fanart of minor characters ! and art in general, i love seeing all of it :^)

More new fan content (since it's never enough :)))

I just want the fandom to EXIST outside tumblr. Like on tiktok specifically. I need company over there!!!

Engagement

Activity

Non shipping fan works

More theorizing and engagement

Fan art of places/scenes

More world analyses to try and understand the physical backdrop of Nevermoor and the Free State (geography, time period, etc)

The fandom it self I want someone to actually talk about the book series with

Story discussions and analysis

literally everything

Memes

more interaction and support for the people who create things for the fandom

More people in it. It's really welcoming and it would be nice to have more people in general around here. Other than that it would be art because it's something I massively support.

ANIMATICS! obviously as an artist I understand that they are difficult and time-consuming to make, but as an art enjoyer ……. I want them I want to see themmmmmmm

Art

Humans

More main trio/unit 919 being friends <333 that’s like the main thing the fandom does but I still want more <333

fanart theres some wonderful artists in the fandom

More sharing of fanfics across the different platforms so as to

animatics.... I'm working on one and it's super fun, but a very long process. ooh and audio dramas/read a louds. And I love seeing theories and things, both about plot and worldbuilding stuff

every single member of 919 and the kajillion different dynamics they all have with each other. i dont care if theyve showed up twice fic justice for mahir and francis and anah and arch and thaddea and lambeth and and and

Theory

MORE EVERYTHING! More Mog more art more absolutely incoherent posts more theories I love everything that’s going on it’s the best

More stuff about the side characters

I would like to see more people in general in the Fandom.

Updates

Engagement

More active Subreddit

PEOPLE

fanart fanfic anything everything

People being a bit less delicate.

More engagement from Jessica Townsend

Drawings of the places in nevermoor. Like I cannot draw places well at all but I rlly wanna see ppls interpretations of nevermoor, the deucalion, Wunsoc, etc

Ppl that use there power in unique ways

ANYTHING LIKE PLEASEEE

Anything

Artwork

Cosplays!!!

I love reading fanfiction, but a lot of people are not actively writing it. Also some of the fanfiction written is (sort of?) weird and unethical. I don't have any accounts to make fan content myself or talk to other members of the fandom, but I check Reddit and Wattpad almost every day to see if there's new content by others.

More maps!

Everything 😪

Theory

How do I not see anything?! Just want to see more generally, I think!

I like a lot about where the (Tumblr) fandom is at right now (no ship wars, big controversies, or other fights that I know of right now), but I think it would be nice to see a little variety in headcanons and theories, because it feels like a little bit of an echo chamber right now (for example, it's almost always the same 919 members being shipped together). But I'm also afraid that more varied opinions will bring more fights with them, and I don't want to see our fandom fall into huge, meaningless arguments.

Wunimals fanfictions!!

Common human decency

Is it predictable if I say Helena? I‘d also love to see more ms. Cheery & Morrigan stuff. And more of the deucalion staff.

Finestra

group activities!! (not necessary though because i understand how difficult it is to create these activities and im so grateful for mogtober and nevermay and i love the fandom and wouldnt want anyone to feel any pressure i just love these events so much!!)

Arttt

Engagement, activities, polls, questions, discussions

Everything!! Let's get creating!!

Morrigan's grandmother

Theories

Cadence content!!

Jupiter love interest (Queen Cressida is a past lover mark my words)

uh.... edits, i guess.

You can never have too much fanart.

JACK and the school

OC's. I don't wanna feel like I'm the only one who has them 😭

for r/nevermoor memes to be more active

gay people that’s all

Ezra Squall

Fanart

Fanfics

fanart and fanfiction

Interesting takes on the books

Fanart

Fanfiction

Memes

Ezra/Jupiter

More fandom interaction in general tbh but that’s a tough ask 😭

i can’t get enough theories

Well written fanfiction

more poeple to try out the book its great!

Theories

High quality edits and video content and whole

hard quizzes

Lambeth's family

More fans in tiktok, edits and stuff.

Maybe more on the Wundrous Arts

More about the Wundrous Arts

Cool tiktok edits!!! (I'm not talented enough to edit my self)

videosss. this series may as well not exist on youtube lol. Even something simple, doesnt have to be a fancy animation. Just talk about theories, or make a hunger game simulator video, or ANYTHING. :]

More general attention! This series is so underrated!

Whatever interests ppl, thats a good way to learn/think abt new things

Fanart!!

Memes

analysis and music

more fanart

Discussion

Angst headcanons.

tiktoks 🥴

Archthorne!!! Also general like the background characters. Amir and Francis are so underrated I love my babies

Literally any content whatsoever. Maybe headcannons specifically. I looooovvveee seeing different people’s takes on things.

More gay ships and more fanart

Fan art of other characters

Unit 919 bonding

Always more fanart

not sure- general extra engagement would be nice

More Wuns (and Unwuns) joining the fandom + more fanfiction and fanart :))

Mogtober. I’m loving Mogtober and am super excited for it 2024.

Ezra Squall back story

Fan theories or answers to unanswered questions

Fanart. Mooore

Analysis of little details, more memes (not incorrect quotes, normal memes)

More people joining into the fandom 😭

More heavy-lore theories

Jupiter North/ Ezra squall fanfics

Comics

More detailed discussion would be lovely

Cosplays :D

more activity on reddit

Groupchat fics

Fanart! Not that there’s not enough I just love it so much

honestly just some more basic fanfiction about the units day to day life

fanart!! esp of less drawn characters

Jupiter's background

More fanfic!!!!! And more Jupidad, always more Jupidad with his two wonderful sassy little children

morrigan/francis and morrigan/thaddea just little cute things, and the ADULTS’ DRAMA! I wanna know holliday wu and dame chanda did as teenagers (together… I think they were friends at some point)

Jupidad

Fanfics

Living map/dioramas Evil Morrigan and more theories for the end of the series.

Cosplay

Getting weird with it! You don't need to create for an audience, I'm a firm believer in making art for you and your one other freak. Make theories that are mostly speculation, write for a pairing that nobody's even thought of, draw fanart even if you don't think it's "good enough". Be cringe, be free.

Ezra Squall

What Fandom Events do you participate in?

Mogtober: 29.8% (62) Big Bang: 5.8% (12) Nevermay: 8.2% (17) Silverborn Countdowns: 1% (2) None: 72.6% (151)

#nevermoor #nevermoor fandom poll #the results of this are v interesting ngl #crossposting it to reddit in a min #def gonna run this again next year i have some ideas about how to streamline it a bit #or rather run it this year #anyway. this took me like almost eight hours so yeesh

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