#idk why that first gif is Like That but we're ignoring

[yourmidnightlover]

the sun

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?

warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!

you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.

tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.

6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.

half of the world, gone in a moment.

in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...

sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.

this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.

"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.

"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.

she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.

a positive pregnancy test.

you were having bucky's baby.

without bucky.

you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.

they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.

god, it hadn't even been two months.

how were you supposed to do this alone?

"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.

eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.

"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."

you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.

"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.

"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."

"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"

"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"

-

you knew you were around eight weeks along.

according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.

bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.

banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).

you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.

within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.

in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.

you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.

as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.

he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.

"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."

steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.

you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.

she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.

just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.

you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.

he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.

he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.

he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.

truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.

in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.

oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.

and within the week, you were having your baby.

steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.

"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"

"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.

"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...

"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."

-

the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.

crawling, first words, first steps...

you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.

but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.

you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.

how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.

not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.

you never took off his dog tags, either.

steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!

you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.

banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.

then, you got a call from tony and banner.

it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.

of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.

the only thing is that nat never came back...

next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.

is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?

then, you felt a buzz in your hand.

although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.

shocker.

after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...

but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.

he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.

when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.

"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."

"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."

you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."

his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.

within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.

"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.

you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.

upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.

"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.

his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.

meeting you. falling in love. dying?

his son.

he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.

"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.

"i love you so much, both of you."

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Hi bb, just a thirst idea for you: Study fucking. Your fave has trouble being "smart" but he is a genius when it comes to pounding that ass after he gets too frustrated during a study session.

Oh, Vi, my sweet. I know you sent this a while ago. But when I read it, my heart wasn't the only thing to clench up 😈! Thank you so much for sending this to me. It was so fun to write!!

A/N ::: Nerd/Bad Boy!Keisuke Baji x F.reader, reader doesn't know he's in Toman until later (or at all, idk), he is NOT playing stupid, math is just really fucking hard!

C/W ::: Mutual pining that's super on the DL, unprotected P->V, Baji surprising us ... so nothing out of the ordinary.

WC ::: Just over 2k.

"Why though?!" Baji yelled a little louder than you thought he needed to. But it was clear he was getting more and more pissed about this. "Why the FUCK does it have to equal the fucking same area as this fucking pellaroraglam?"

You bit the insides of your cheeks and your tongue to keep from laughing at him about his pronunciation of the word 'parallelogram'. "Because that's how the Greeks intended it. Ok? Let's take a 10 minute break and come back to this again, yeah? You're not an idiot, Kei. I think you've just been staring at the book for so long that things are starting to make less and less sense. Does that make sense?" You reached over and took his glasses from his face and brushed your finger up and down the bridge of his nose. "Do you want to go for a walk or get something from the kitchen? Maybe to eat or drink? Make this 10 count because when we get back, we're hittin' it hard again, ok?"

Something about your wording made his cock twitch. But he shoved that thought down almost as quickly as it bubbled up into the forefront of his overworked brain.

"Hittin' it hard again, hah? You're mean, y/n. You're a bully. A learning bully. You're not gonna give in until I understand this shit, are ya?" He stood up from your desk and he gestured for you to follow him to your kitchen.

Your apartment was nothing special. But how you made the space your own was something that Baji always found so sweet and comforting. Of course, he'd never admit that to you. He is, after all, the first division Captain of Toman. Captains don't find things 'sweet.' They find them masculine and bloody. That's what everyone from the outside looking in thought, anyway. Though, no matter how hard he tried to ignore the pull you and your apartment had on him, he always found himself wishing he was back here, with you, in this little bubble of mild contentment you'd created.

He was relaxed when he was with you. Save for right now. But you were trying to help him study for his midterm. Any other time he's been here, he always felt safe. Maybe even small, for lack of a better descriptor, when he is anything but 'small' in any sense of the word.

"You really do have a mean streak in you, you know that?" He teased as you both walked into your kitchen. "But you're right. I need a break from that book. My eyes are crossing and it's starting to give me a headache."

"Do you want a couple of tylenol? I think I have ibuprofen, too. Anything I can do to help you with this, Keisuke. It's my job, after all. Use me however you need to to get this through that stubborn head of yours." You smiled so cute at him that he had a difficult time not telling you what he really wanted to use you for.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that. But first, can I ask you something kinda weird?" He sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter and you followed suit, sitting next to him.

"Of course! Anything, Kei." You rubbed your fingers up and down your forearm, a nervous habit. Even still, you assumed it was a question about the math you were helping him study. "What's up?"

"So, like, I know you're not into me in that way. Right? And that's fine. You've made that very clear. But, like, if you were...into me, I mean, into someone … hypothetically, I mean, what kind of person do you think you would be into? Like, are you more into the nerdy type, or the bad boy type, or, like, the artsy type?"

You didn't really understand where this was going. But you decided to humor him. "Well, I guess I've always been pretty attracted to the bad boy type. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't go for someone who was nerdy, too. It all depends on the person, you know? I have to like them first and foremost. Like, just because I see some bad boy doing bad boy stuff doesn't mean I'll fall to my knees and s-"

Baji choked on his tea, spitting it all over you in the process of trying to control the amount of liquid that was coming out of his mouth.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, y/n! Gahhhd damn it. I am so sorry!" He grabbed the roll of paper towels from the counter by the sink and tore some off to frantically wipe your chest.

"K-Kei! Oh my god! Stop! It's ok! I'm at home, I can easily change my shirt. Don't worry about ... about it. You yell so much. Geez."

You hopped off of the stool and went back to your bedroom to find a shirt to change into. As you did so, Baji felt his stomach turn. He knew he shouldn't have asked you that. It was stupid and immature. But he couldn't help it. He'd had a crush on you for so long that he just needed to know if he had a chance in hell with you or not. But, as he'd guessed, you weren't interested in him that way.

He waited for you to come back to the kitchen before apologizing again. "I really am sorry, y/n. I don't know what came over me. I was just, I dunno, asking for a friend. And then you started to say that if you saw someone doing something that you’d fall to your knees and …" He waved his hand in the air as if to clear what he was going to say away before it’d even had a chance to see the light of day. “And I choked and blew my tea all over you.”

You giggled and shook your head, smiling at him. "It's ok, Kei. You're a little clumsy, but you're still really sweet. I like hanging out - I mean, you know. Helping you study. I enjoy your company, regardless of what we're doing."

"Y/n? I really wanna kih-" He blushed and looked away from you before he thought you saw his face turn a pretty shade of pink.

"You what, Kei?" You leaned around him a little to get his attention. "What do you want, Baji? You can tell me. We're friends."

FRIENDS 

"Oh, y-yeah. Of course we're ... friends. Yeah. Well, let's get back to the math, then. C'mon." His heart, smile and morale sank as he headed back to your room with you.

Meanwhile, you were left to wonder what he was going to say. What did he want to 'kih'? Kiss? Oh, no. It couldn't be that. Right? Maybe he just wanted to kick your butt for making fun of his pronunciation earlier ... even though your face was the only thing giving away the fact you were getting quite a bit of entertainment from that. He wouldn't have noticed that. Right?

You followed him back to your bedroom and decided to keep quiet about the whole thing. You couldn't imagine that he would want to kiss you. You were just his tutor. And he was so cool. He had cool friends, girls practically fell at his feet when he walked by them. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you, right?

Oh, but he did. He really did. He was mad for you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and kiss you senseless. But that couldn't happen. He couldn't ruin the time you spent together. It was precious to him, even though he knew you saw it as nothing more than a job.

The next hour of your time together was spent studying right from the book. There was no talking, no joking, just Baji finally getting to work. It was a welcome change for you. It meant you could focus on your task at hand and not worry about him trying to distract you with his unfinished sentences.

He was still so frustrated. But he was starting to make progress. He was starting to understand what you were trying to teach him. He just wished he could show you how he felt.

As you helped him work through the last of the 4 problems he had to do, he tried to come up with a way to say it. To tell you how he really felt. He was never good at words. Action was his strength. "I'm not sure about par-parallelograms? Is that how you say it? I'm so fucking sick of that long ass word. It's so stupid. Why couldn't they just say a special type of quadrilateral that has both pairs of opposite sides parallel and equal. That word is like 73 letters long. I hate it. It's so fucking annoying, y/n. Jesus."

You clapped and jumped a little where you stood, your tits bounced and his eyes went right to them. "Yes! Yes, Kei! Good! Good job!" You jumped into his arms and hugged him so tightly, burying your face in his neck, (accidentally) inhaling his scent. "I knew you could ..." you pulled your face back from him and looked into his brown eyes. "I knew you could do it ... Keisuke. Mmm ... Kei-suk-e. You ..." you breathed the words out heavily and found yourself staring at his full lips. That sly smile, his sharp teeth. Pain never looked so appealing. 

Your heart stopped in your chest when he threw the math book across the room and it slammed into your wall with a loud thud. Before you had time to process what was happening, his hands were in your hair and his lips were on yours.

You'd been so stupid for someone who taught other people things. So stupid to not see how he felt. And now, here he was, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. You reached up and pulled his long black hair back from his face and returned the kiss with just as much intensity.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, y/n. I didn't think you'd want me that way. I'm just a dumbass with no future. You're so smart and pretty and funny and ... and I just can't believe you're actually kissing me back right now."

You shook your head and smiled. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize what was happening, Kei. You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think. You should have just said something, though. This whole time we've been studying everything together, we could have been ..."

"... fucking like rabbits?" He laughed, but his eyes were serious.

You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. "You know, it's not nice to talk to your tutor like that. But Baji, you've made a lot of progress tonight. I think you deserve a reward."

He picked you up and laid you down on your bed. "Oh yeah? And what kind of reward do you think I deserve, y/n?"

You reached over to your bedside table and turned on your neon pink LED lights. "The best kind, Kei. You've earned it."

"Fuck, y/n. You are so hot. I can't wait to fuck you so hard you forget everything you've ever taught me. We’ll have to have some more lessons. Is that ok with you?"

You nodded as you pulled your shirt up and over your head. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We can even work on your pronunciation. You're a bit of a mess with your consonants."

He kissed you again and smiled. "Y/n, oh my god, shut up ... you're the worst." He pulled his pants down and straddled you, his cock rock hard and ready for you. "But you're also the best. I can't wait to make you mine."

"Kei, you're already mine." You reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him in for another kiss. "Now ... teach me something.” 

@darkstarlight82 @katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER THREE | THE PARTY & THE AFTER PARTY

A/N: Hehe…

Warnings: Silliness & Idk…

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

It had been a week after your first date with Jenna, and you believe you couldn't be any happier.

You guys had been texting every day, 24/7. Fingering tapping on the screen every chance you got, and if you two weren't doing that then you were sitting on FaceTime with each other doing the most random things or talking about the weirdest things.

It was currently Friday afternoon and Jenna had your second date planned for tomorrow afternoon, you were very excited about it.

Thousands of scenarios ran throughout your mind. You wondered if Jenna was going to try and kiss you like she did last time, or would she wait until later, or was she going to be waiting on you?

Not knowing made you even more excited, it felt like you were at the top of a roller coaster, not knowing when you were about to drop.

Currently, you were with Jack and Mason at Mason's apartment, the three of you had been watching movies, playing board games, literally anything to pass by time.

Your cell phone began ringing, and you read the contact name, Alora.

"Hey Alora, what's up?" You ask, leaning your head on Jack's shoulder. "Hey, Y/N!"

Jack smiles, "Hey, Alora!" She lets out a dramatic gasp, "JACK?" She nearly screams in your ear, but you quickly pull the phone away with a scrunched-up face, causing Jack and Mason to giggle.

"Anyways, what's up?" You hear shifting over the phone and a long sigh, "I know you asked for tomorrow off but we're really busy and Julian can't make it, his graduation is tomorrow."

Your face drops at the information, "Is there no one else that could take my shift?" You lift your head from Jack's shoulder and stand up quickly leaving the living room.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." You sigh, scratching the back of your neck. "It's okay, Alora. I'll um, I'll be there tomorrow."

"I'm really sorry." You shake your head, "It's fine, promise." But in reality, you were a bit disappointed. You didn't wanna cancel on Jenna, you'd been looking forward to your date since your first one had ended.

Alora says goodbye before ending the call, you turn back towards Jack and Mason who look at you with a sad expression.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm sure Jenna will understand," Mason speaks up, and Jack nods in agreement.

You sigh out, "I know, but.." You trail off sitting back down next to Jack. "She spent an entire four days trying to plan this for me. Me if all people."

Jack places a hand on your shoulder, "Which is exactly why she'll understand. She cares about you, and she knows what it feels like when work gets in the way."

"I know. I know. I was really looking forward to that date though," You say in a joking manner, smiling. Jack nudges you, "Oh, believe us. We know!" Mason laughs, and the two of you join in right behind him.

You were going to tell Jenna later. But for now, you were going to enjoy the company of your friends. When you got home you plopped down onto your couch, dialling Jenna's number. After the third ring, she answers, "Hey! You just got home?"

You nod your head even though she can't see, "Yeah," Before you could say anything else, she speaks again. "Wait. FaceTime me, I wanna see you."

You try to ignore the fluttering mess that your stomach has become, chuckling as you began FaceTiming her. The screen loads, and you're greeted with the brunette in her bed, her freckles more prominent on her natural face.

"Hey Jen," You greet, smiling. She sits up in her bed smiling at you. "Hi. How were Jack and Mason?"

"The usual, absolutely crazy." You joke earning a laugh. Your laughter dies down, and Jenna immediately realizes something wrong.

"What's wrong?" You furrow your eyebrows, "Um? Nothings wrong?" Jenna playfully rolls her eyes, "Dude you're like such a bad liar."

You can't help but smile widely, "Bro! No, I'm not.." You try and defend yourself.

"Um? Nothings wrong?" Jenna mocks, deepening her voice. "Hey!" You say, dropping your jaw. "I do not sound like that."

"I do not sound like that." She mocks again, you raise your finger to the screen. "I'm five seconds away from hanging up." You joke, Jenna waves a hand in front of the camera, "Wait no! Don't," She laughs pleading with you.

"Now. Tell me what happened," Jenna says, calming down. She actually looked concerned, and it felt nice to know that she cared.

"You know our date tomorrow?" She nods to your words. "I might have to take a rain check— listen I really really didn't want to but my boss called me into work because my co-worker is also graduating tomorrow and—"

She cuts you off, smiling so hard her dimples show. "Y/N. It's okay, I understand."

You twist your lips a slight furrow appearing in your eyebrows, and Jenna honestly couldn't find anything more adorable. She couldn't believe you were the same girl leaning against the back of a building smoking a cigarette.

"Are you sure? I mean you spent a lot of time planning it." Jenna fixes her camera as she lies down on her side, "And you were worth every second."

You bite your bottom lip to fight off your smile but fail horribly. Jenna's huge smile turns into small bits of laughter. You playfully roll her eyes as she laughs, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

Jenna scratches her eyebrows as she thinks, and you admire her. "Ummm.. I'll probably ask Percy if he's free, but I don't know."

Your stomach turned, and not the way it turned whenever Jenna would suddenly start romanticizing you. You laugh indifferently, hoping she doesn't notice. "Oh yeah! Percy, he's in Wednesday right?"

Jenna nods a slight smile on her face, "Yes! That's him." You hum, and Jenna continues about her cast mate, Percy.

Once Jenna finishes you make an excuse to hang up the phone, not even saying goodbye.

Now. You were upset about having to work tomorrow.

When you woke up for work, all you could think about was what Percy was going to do with Jenna, and how that could've been you. You could've been spending your day with her with whatever she had planned with the two of you.

Yes, you might have been overreacting, but you just couldn't get the thought out of your mind.

You were jealous.

And now that you knew you were jealous made the situation worse. You and Jenna weren't dating, she was her own person. She obviously has a life outside of Jack Champions' childhood friend, and you were definitely being selfish.

You never fully thought about how much Jenna had been putting aside for you, you were taking up so much of her time. Every second you texted her, or called her, you loved her company and you'd gotten so used to it that when she didn't have time for you, you felt alone.

As you got out of the car at the gas station, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. Taking it out it was no one other than Jenna, you sighed to yourself before placing it back in your pocket.

We're you acting childish? Of course, we're you going to stop? No. Because in the moment it felt like a good thing to do.

You walked up to the counter, taking out your wallet. "Hi, twenty on pump three and a pack of Marlboro reds, please?" You hand the cashier your money, he looks at you before pressing a few buttons on his cash register.

You stand there waiting for your cigarettes, awkwardly. You scratch your nose, "Um, my cigarettes?"

He looks at you before sighing, "I'm sorry, but a few days ago this girl, short... brown hair..." He describes with his hands, "She said don't sell you any cigarettes."

You furrow your eyebrows, "What?!" There's no way he's not talking about Jenna. "Is that even possible? Like, is that allowed?"

The younger boy shrugs, "Dude... I have no clue. My dad is making me work here because he's mad at for me dropping out—"

You wave your hands signalling for him to stop his speech, "It's whatever bro. Keep the change."

You quickly leave the store, pumping your gas before entering your car and driving off. You drive to another gas station in hopes of getting a cigarette, again... the same story. And then again you drive.

After a while you give up, and not only did you not have a smoke to calm yourself down, but you're late for work. And Alora gets very stressed and less friendly when the shop is busy.

So today, you're dealing with no smoke, a stressed boss, and your crush spending her day with another guy.

"You're late Y/L/N." You hear Alora say behind the counter as you walk through the double doors, you send a smile to the long line of customers, walking behind the counter yourself.

"Sorry." You mumble, "I'm going to go clock in." She nods at your words, putting a lid on the cup she just filled with coffee. You head to the back, clock in and as you're putting on your apron you hear someone softly say your name.

"Hey, Y/N." You turn around quickly, recognizing the voice. "Jenna?" You say though it sounds more like a question as it leaves your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" You ask as you finish tying your apron. She motions to her outfit, she has on a black button-up along with black slacks, and doc martens, but the main focal point of her outfit was the apron she was wearing, the same as yours.

"I'm working." She smiles at you, and you suddenly feel like a dickhead. "I tried calling you to let you know, but prrt... no answer."

You stare at her, bewildered. And your stupid mouth just can't stop. "Did you tell the gas stations near my house to stop selling me cigarettes?"

Jenna's smile fades, and she ignores the question completely. "You tried to buy cigarettes? Why?"

You do the same. "I thought you were going to be hanging out with Percy." She shrugs, "I changed my mind. I wanted to see you."

You're back to the silent staring.

Before your mouth starts again, Alora interrupts. "Hi, guys...." Your heads snap to your her, "Kinda busy out front. So..." She points behind her, awkwardly as she knows she interrupted something.

You walk out of the back, Jenna following close behind. She's having an internal battle with herself about why you even thought about buying cigarettes. Not too long ago while the two of you were on FaceTime, you told Jenna you smoked to relax, or whenever you felt uncomfortable.

So what could've made you uncomfortable, and worry so much?

Jenna walks around the café asking the guests if they're okay or if they need anything while you handle the register and orders with Alora, you can't help but glance at Jenna every now and then, not even knowing she does the same when you're not looking at her.

Minutes pass and the line seems like it barely moved, Jenna is behind the counter now with you as Alora takes an order at a table.

"Are you done ignoring me?" Jenna asks behind you, you shake your head pulling down on the lever in front of you. "I'm not ignoring you."

"If feels like it." She responds, you can practically feel her eyes burning into the back of your head. You hated admitting you were wrong, and you especially didn't want to admit to Jenna that you were jealous of Percy.

You weren't an idiot. You've seen them before, and how everyone went crazy because of their "chemistry", but back then you never knew how much of a problem it would've caused in your life.

"Jenna," You start turning around with a sigh, "Not right now, please?" You didn't want to get into it with her, mainly since this was your job, and there still was a long line of customers in front of the counter the two of you stood behind.

Jenna stares at you, then proceeds to walk away obviously upset.

Hours pass, glances are thrown, and finally, after it felt like years, you're closed and one last customer stands in the shop waiting on their drink. For some reason Alora told Jenna to make it, saying it wasn't that hard.

Alora also forgets to tell Jenna one of the machines are in fact broken, so when she presses the button water sprays everywhere, like actually everywhere.

"Shit!" You shout, the cold water hitting the back of your neck and your upper back. Your turn around and Jenna is absolutely soaked. Jenna's mouth is open in shock, she turns around not moving a muscle in her arms, facing you.

Your jaw drops at the huge puddle on her apron, and the water dripping from her face. Thankfully it wasn't hot, the machine was so broken that couldn't even produce hot water if it wanted to.

"Oh, my god. I totally forgot!" Alora says from the opposite side of the room, she places down the broom walking over to the two of you, passing the customer she mutters, "Sorry, it'll be one second."

The teenage girl laughs shaking her head, "You're totally fine, I just got to see my favourite celebrity get sprayed in the face while making my coffee." She laughs again, raising her phone.

You take a new tissue from beside you, walking closer to Jenna who drops her arms, while you begin wiping off her face. "Here you guys go in the back, I'll make the coffee and clean this up?"

"You sure?" You turn your head to Alora throwing away the tissue you just used, "Yeah, of course. Go ahead in clock out. Thank you for coming in today, and thank you Jenna for your help."

Jenna sends her a smile, "Thank you for allowing me to help." Jenna steps over the puddle as safely as possible, and you follow behind. With a soft hand on her back, you're now in the break room you get another tissue, and wiping your neck, Jenna watches you a small smile on her face.

She knew she liked you, why else would she plan these dates for you, post you after your first date, or even come into your job and serve people for multiple hours? She believed the feeling was mutual, but she didn't want to rush into anything with you and end up regretting it later on.

She also wanted you to be comfortable, being with a celebrity was a lot. She had been putting some stuff aside for you, but she knew later on her schedule would get hectic, would you mind that? Or what if she could officially tell everyone you were together, would you care?

There were many questions that needed to be asked, and no more tip-toeing around each other.

You throw away the tissue, sitting down with a long sigh. You look up at Jenna, who's already staring at you.

We're you okay? Her mind wandered back to earlier this morning. Why were you buying cigarettes, and was she the cause for it?

"Jenna?" You call out, noticing the shorter girl in a daze. She blinks a bit, humming in response.

"You okay?" Jenna nods, sitting down beside you.  "Yeah, yeah. I'm good." You nod at her words.

Silence.

"Can we talk though?" You can barely hear her, her voice only a whisper. "Yeah," You respond, your voice as low as hers.

"Can we go back to this morning? Are you okay? Did I do something? You just seem so—" She motions with her hands, "Upset." She finishes with a frown, you feel yourself frowning at her words. She seemed so worked up and worried because you wanted to be the one to act childish.

"I'm sorry. I— I just, I don't know. I got jealous last night." You shamelessly admitted. "I've seen... photos of you and Percy, and I guess I got the wrong idea. And then I started to overthink and ghost you out like a child." You felt proud of yourself, getting over your small ego to not admit when you're wrong, or immature.

Jenna scoots closer mumbling out and, "Y/N." Your gaze leaves your hands, and you look into the girl's brown doe eyes, "You don't have to be jealous, okay? Percy and I are just friends. We probably wouldn't even be friends if it wasn't for Wednesday."

"What are we?" Jenna shrugs, unsure. "We're testing the waters... to see if we're capable enough for each other."

"I'm sorry." You shake your head, embarrassed about how you were acting earlier. "It's okay. We're all human." You nod at her words, not knowing what else to say.

"Y/N," She starts, a sigh leaving her lips. "I like you, I really do. I wanna see what this can become, but you have to know I come with a lot of baggage. Not only the public, but my family, and hell, even me. I just wanna know if you can handle it."

You grab her hand that's been resting on her thigh, "I can. And I know earlier doesn't make it seem like it, but I can and I will."

"You're also probably wondering about the cigarettes?" She shakes her head, "I think I figured it out." She laughs, and you join in.

"But did you actually go to every gas station and tell them not to sell me cigarettes." Yes, yes she did. "Of course not." You playfully squint your eyes at the girl. "Mm-hmm."

"Can I ask something?" You run your thumb along her hand, humming. "Does this count as another one of our dates?"

You bite on your bottom lip, holding back your smile along with your laugh, "I don't know. I'm a pretty busy person."

She smiles at you, again she stares at you inspecting every little detail of your face. Then looking at your lips, maybe a little too long.

"Does this count as another date?" She repeats, her voice sweeter and lower than last time. You lick your lips, glancing at her eyes and then her lips.

You subconsciously find yourself leaning in, Jenna tilts her head doing the same, her eyes fluttering until they were fully closed. "Oh!"

You jump apart at the sudden voice, "You guys are still here?" Jenna scoots away, smiling.

"Yeah, we're actually about to leave." Alora nods, her eyes flickering between the two of you. "Mmm... Okay...." She mumbles, leaving the room.

"Do you have a spare set of clothes?" Jenna speaks up from beside you holding up her wet apron, you nod. "I think I have a hoodie in my car."

"Actually, do you wanna come over?" You ask, shrugging. Jenna lights up beside you.

"Sure."

[vitamin-cunt]

hiii im a new follower and can i request a dabi x fem!domme!reader

format is full fic but if you want can you also add some headcanons at the end

kinks to add

•sadisim (reader

•masochism (dabi)

•dumbification

•frotteurism (ok idk if you make your fics automatically match with your blog theme [hospital for horny mfs like me] but can you make it so that dabi is a paitient of a hospital for sub people and reader is his most favorite doctor so theres alot of intimacy)

•master and pet themes (reader makes dabi wear a collar, very very short maid dress with frilly black lingerie, cat ears and a cat tail butt plug)

and can you make it so that the reader has a genital type quirk were reader can give people the genitals of the opposite gender and do it to herself without removing their original genital (ex. reader gives dabi a vagina and clit while still having a dick)

A/N: anon I'm in love with you. I'm on one knee rn, you have no idea (Tired asf gonna go proofread this in the morning)

CW: As stated in the ask above, GN! Pronouns, cock mentioned (can be interpreted as a strap tho), Dabi has a pussy at some point (idc, idc there's the door), fingering said pussy

Making a broken man of Dabi

What the fuck was he doing here?

Like, seriously, why the fuck was he here???

It was a strange situation, really. A hospital for incredibly lewd individuals to seek treatment-

And he of all people was here?

He didn't have lewd desires, just-

Well, fuck, he couldn't have normal sex but that didn't require an intervention or whatever this was.

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he rolled over in his hospital bed. Even the uniform was weird-

He was in a maid outfit. A black, short-ass maid dress.

"Awww, look at him blush~ Let me have him, I think we're gonna like each other."

His face burned furiosuly at the memory. When he was first admitted, he'd been uncooperative with pretty much everyone. The "doctors,"(if that's what you could even call them), the nurses, even other patients, because he wasn't like them, dammit!

He wasn't some sex-obsessed lunatic that fucked any hole in sight, he just-

He liked certain things. A lot more than most people did, but that was fine. At least he thought it was fine.

He'd scared off all but one of the staff.

You.

He couldn't make you disappear and, for whatever reason, he'd come to appreciate your presence.

You treated him more human than anyone did in this God-forsaken hell-hole. You checked on him, catered to his needs, listened to his moans and groans about this place...

He swallowed down the excitement as he realized you would be coming in today.

The one thing that set you apart from the staff was that you knew what buttons to press with him.

"I think this thong will look so cute on you~"

"You did such a good job touching yourself for me!"

"Be a good boy and lift your ass up just a little higher for me."

It was like you could read his mind.

Yeah, that was Dabi's "problem." He liked being a toy.

Your toy.

He'd always known he had a thing for being treated like shit, but he tried to keep it on the down-low.

Too bad Daddy dearest found out.

A knock came at his door, and before he could even sit up, you were entering the room, an oddly wide grin on your face.

"How's my favorite patient?"

He narrows his eyes and rolls over in his bed to face you and the door. In your hands was a duffel bag of god knows what. "You're only this happy when you have shit to try on me," he says, eyeing the bag and trying to guess what was making those bulges from every angle in it.

You laugh and ignore him despite his bite of a response. "God, Dabi, what did I tell you about keeping these blinds open?" You walk over to his window blinds and sharply close them shut, leaving the room in the eerie purple glow of the lights above. "How are you going to masturbate with any privacy in this place?"

"What, you want me in the dark all the fucking time?" He hoists himself up on one elbow and follows you as you unpack your supplies. "Yeah, the one thing that gets me hard is a dank-ass hospital room."

"Mmm, just that? Not your favorite doctor?" You fake a pout, hand halfway in the duffel. "Even after I stretched that ass last night? Even after I played with those tits?"

He throws his head back, outwardly in exasperation and inwardly with a humming arousal in his chest. Even his low sigh could be confused for an excited groan.

And one wouldn't be wrong in thinking that.

"Why do you always..." he covers his hot face, trying to put into words what he wanted to say without sounding absolutely pathetic.

But, how could one get any more pathetic laying in a maid outfit in a rehabilitation hospital for the most debauched and depraved sex-addicts?

He swallowed and began again. "You're always describing my body like...like...you know I don't have those parts, right?"

After a moment of silence, he peeks between his hand to find you smiling down at the cat ears and cat butt-plug in your hands.

Your favorites.

When you look up, its with a craze in your eyes. And why should he be surprised?

Only the most depraved could work here.

"You're saying it would make more sense to use those words if you had those..."parts?" You tilt your head innocently. Well, as innocently as someone could with a bottle of lube in their hands now accompanying the lewd accessories.

"I guess," he muttered, his hand sliding down to his jaw and muffle his voice.

He was glad you couldn't see his cock twitching to life beneath his skirt. He loved that face. The look in your eyes right before you fuck him dumb.

"Can I show you a trick?" you ask, approaching his bed and laying your "materials" next to him. "You know the position, get in it, baby," you command, before he can answer your first question.

It always takes some time to follow your first order, but he always does it. Even now, with his head buried in his folded arms and his ass in the air, exposing his thong.

"Happy?" he bites, even through the muffle of his pillow.

He hears you donning your gloves and next came the sound of lube squirting from a bottle.

"We'll tell the insurance this was a prostate exam."

A cold finger pushes itself against the entrance of his hole and then inside him, sliding in easily.

He groans in arousal and discomfort. He guessed it wasn't entirely an entirely normal thing to prefer the feeling of surgical gloves to human fingers, but why give this hospital further justification to keep him here?

"Don't rock, baby, I've told you this before."

Right. He was already fucking himself back against your fingers despite only one being inside.

Your other gloved hand rubs his ass, lifting up the skirt to see the skin beneath it.

"You're still a little red from yesterday, so I'm not gonna spank you today."

He simply nods, hypnotized when you slip in a second finger. And then a third, and, fuck, even a fourth.

This couldn't even count as prepping when you were hitting his g-spot so earnestly that you had him moaning into his pillow. But he had, notably, reduced his writhing because, dammit, you made him want to be obedient.

And just like that, you'd slipped your fingers out, leaving him feeling empty.

"Fuck, if you're gonna prep, then fucking prep, don't..." he swallows as he realized he'd crossed a line.

Never back talk.

"I-I just mean...because it's like you're teasing..." he stutters out weak follow-up after weak follow-up, trying to backtrack from his outburst.

But, to his shock, you don't get angry at him. You laugh, in fact. Soon, something metal was pressing against him and after a moment, the metal plug end of the cattail slips inside him and slotted itself perfectly as he'd grown accustomed to.

Even then he arches his back and pants.

What were you playing at?

Any other day you would have punished him to senseless tears for the way he talked to you, but now?

He's pulled from his pondering when you adorn him with the cat ears.

"On your back, Kitty," you say, walking away to change your gloves. He obeys, wondering if you were going to come back with a cock ring like you'd had last night.

But, besides the fresh pair of gloves, you'd come back empty-handed.

He was really concerned now, especially as you mounted the bed with a grin that left his thighs trembling and his mind buzzing.

"Fuck's going on?" He growled, testing his luck with his mouthiness.

You don't answer, instead choosing to lean forward and press your lips to his. He'd kissed you before, but this...

Why was he suddenly hot? Like, burning, he...he hadn't activated his quirk, had he?

Suddenly, a buzzing emerged from between his legs. Then, a dampness in his thong. Finally, a sudden wave of inexplicable pleasure.

"Wh-what the fuck!? Why do I- mmmmh, it's not supposed to feel wet down there, what did you- ahhh- what did you do???"

He squirmed beneath you, the hospital bed creaking loudly as it usually did during your encounters. His face burned as a new warmth overtook his loins, one that he'd never felt before.

He rubbed his thighs together, trying to rid himself of the incessant ache, but you place your knees between them before he can really do anything.

"Why're you so freaked out?" You say above him, removing your scrub top. "It's just sex therapy!"

"Bullshit." His eyes scan your bare chest and abdomen, having seen it for the first time ever, really.

You laugh lightly through your nose. "Okay...Just sit still while your master plays with your little pussy, okay?"

"I told you, it's weird when- ah- haaah~ fuck!" His eyes went wide as your fingers slipped past his thong and inside him.

But not his ass.

All he heard was the slick squelch of your fingers penetrating him, and before he knew it, he was arched against his bed, gasping and reaching for the thin, cheap sheets above him.

He couldn't stop the moans, the uncharacteristic whines, the sounds coming from his- his-

"Your pussy's dripping for me, baby~" you laugh.

You gave him a pussy. What was worse was that you gave him a pussy and he liked it.

He could feel you scissoring in his walls, just like you did in his ass but it was different, this wasn't the same, it would never be the same-

He covered his face, you couldn't see him like this. Fine, make him wear the tail and the ears, keep him in the outfit, watch him roll his hips against your hand as you fold your fingers inside him-

But he'd be damned if he let you see the blissed tears running down his burning cheeks.

"Are you gonna cum, already?" You tease, noting his tells. His moans turning to breathless pants and a repeat of soft "uhn, uhn, uhn", his thighs trembling, his covering his face. "I didn't even get my dick inside you yet!"

You inside him? When he could feel every movement of your fingers, the aching of his- his clit-

He couldn't take it, even the idea of being filled-

"Not yet, Kitty." You removed your fingers from inside him, once again rendering him empty.

But it wasn't the same, this time, this time he felt as though he could cry. The tears fell faster now, he couldn't even hide them.

What were you doing to him?

He was crying because you wouldn't keep fingering his pussy!?

Furthermore, he was rejoicing when you'd slipped a bit of your cock inside him, his pussy clenching around nothing but air and your tip.

This is crazy, this is insane-

"Ohhh shitttt, ohhh shittt~ yes, fill me up, fill me up!"

He sounded insane-

"I know it's against protocol to directly penetrate your patients, but for you?" You whisper as you lean down and it let him get adjusted. "I couldn't let anyone else be the first person to use this pussy~"

You quickly grow impatient of letting him adjust and it shows because soon, light rocking turns to full-on thrusts in and out of him, fuck the slapping noise it made, fuck the squelching noise it made, fuck how loud he got-

Fuck, he was so loud-

He doesn't know what to do with himself but sit back and take it. Take getting pounded mercilessly like a little bitch.

"Seems like after tonight, you'll fit in with the other patients, hm?" You grab his jaw and turn his dissenting face back in your direction. "Think I trained my Kitty well, don't you?"

He could barely understand you, not with you grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling his hips down into yours as you slam up into him.

"Tell me you deserve to be here, baby. Tell me you're just a depraved sex slut like the rest of the patients."

He wanted to reply, he really wanted to, but how could he when his tongue was sticking out of his mouth and his eyes were stuck in the back of his head?

"C'mon, baby, I know you can do it. Tell me you're no different, c'mon, let me hear it, baby."

"Haaaah, I'm n-no different! I-I'm the same! I deserve this!"

It wasn't much, but even you knew that he would cum before you could get more out of him, at least at the rate you were going. And, frankly, you didn't want to stop.

In fact, you wanted to take things a step further.

You grab his cock, the same cock that he'd barely registered still having, and began stroking.

And that was all that it took for Dabi, because seconds later he was clenching around you as tight as he could and cumming. It was almost like a double orgasm, what with his spurting white cum onto his black dress, and cumming clenched around you. White hot shocks sent his paralyzed body into brief jerking motions and the pleasure was immense beyond his understanding.

He would deal with the implications of this event when he wasn't still coming down from his high.

"Remember this the next time you complain about how I describe you, Dabi. Because you might just get what you wish for."

[bsverryin]

: ̗̀➛ JJk men as your past life lover & reuniting again in your present life.

Who?

╰┈➤ Geto, Gojo, Nanami

Situation?

╰┈➤ How you reunite again after dying in your past lives.

✎ dying in past life but I'm still making it wholesome🙄, HEADCANONS ONLY!! I'm not a manga reader!! 🫸🏻🫷🏻 I'll try to make this a whole story because I really need more jjk men x reader here in tumblr (wholesome ones) 🥹 Nanami is my comfort character that's why I include him in almost everything tehee 🤌 cannot assure you of perfect grammar because idk how jkjk.. DMS are open 🫶

: ̗̀➛ GOJO SATORU

Loving satoru in your past life was like the sun loving the moon, He was everything. Every part of him was perfect, but reaching him was never easy. Satoru was in one of the biggest clans in your country. Every girl wanted to be his bride. One for his money, two for his looks, never for his skills and for the person he is. Well, you were one of those princesses. You knew your land needed help and money, your clan wasn't powerful or even well-known unlike them, they have everything that your clan wanted. You had no choice but to try, you were devoted and loyal to your clan that you'd do everything to save it from falling apart that you'd join the party of the richest clan to find a bride for their son.

You weren't good with crowds not when you didn't know anyone there, you didn't know how to act too. The only thing you were doing was imagining what the person that you might be marrying looks like, what if he's actually old that's looking for a person to marry? The palace was getting louder and louder that you decided to visit their garden, good thing it was open for everyone. When you're on the way to admire the beautiful scenery from outside you saw someone sitting on the risky railings, one move then they'll fall. you immediately run to them and grab their arm.

"Hey! Hey!... Little guy do you wanna talk 'bout your problems? Dying is not the solution!"

".......little guy?" He was speechless at first but his voice wasn't that deep. His hair was white, His eyes were blue. He was so majestic that you became speechless too.

"don't die.. It's not worth it." He chuckled as he saw your worried face.

"What's your name, princess?" You gave him a confusing look, he was laughing?! How could he? You thought.

That was the first time that you met your future lover. You weren't expecting that he was gonna be the one you'll marry because he looked lonely, Satoru said that the only reason he chose you was because he didn't want to choose anyone else. His clan helped your clan and everything was just getting better. You were slowly falling in love with him too, When he's far away, you'd send him a letter and he sends you one too. You grew to love on another but then a happy ending doesn't exist especially in your world where the sign of living is when you get hurt. Your clan was bombed so was theirs, you tried to find him but when you saw a glimpse of him, you were shot in your back and he saw it with his own eyes. He was really powerful and strong but was distracted when he saw your lifeless body. He ran into you despite the mess that the other clan was making. He died right when you're in his arms.

Satoru, a special grade sorcerer while you didn't know what blood you had that you'd always see weird spirits, You ignored it at first but you knew if you kept ignoring them you'll immediately be killed. You're in high school and at the rooftop trying to appreciate the lovely nature, you felt a sudden push from your back as you tried to look, it was the weird spirits you've been seeing. When you thought it was the end of your life a man with white haired in a uniform. With glasses but you can feel his blue eyes staring at your soul, you didn't die because he saved you.

"Nice catch, satoru." A man with his hair tied said.

"Told you, suguru. We're the strongest!" He said enthusiastically and turned to examine you, he was relieved when he saw no injuries.

"From now on, you're our classmate okay?" The man named "Satoru" smiled and gave you a thumbs up.

It was the first time you met gojo satoru in your present life, you felt like you met him before and as if there were strings attaching you two together, you couldn't understand the feeling. You were there when his best friend left, you were there as he grew older. You both became parents to a little guy called "Megumi". You and satoru had liked each other for long but you decided to just stay together as sorcerer and help the kids have the youth they deserved but it felt like you were married and loving each other. For you both, it was more than enough than truly being in a relationship.

: ̗̀➛ GETO SUGURU

Suguru in your past life was a normal human being, You were in highschool and had a little crush on him. He was nice and he'd help you study, he was a gentle man and everything that you wanted for a man, he's the same to everyone but he was always busy training, you'd ask him why and why and his answers are always the same. It was to create a world where people don't struggle. He was specifically training about how things work, those machines and how to use swords and anything else that exists, he was that kind of person who cares about others before him.

"I think the only thing you should focus on, is yourself" You said as he's trying to mind his own business making machine, you didn't know what machine was it for but he's really working hard that it got you really invested and staying with him until he finishes.

"Why is that?, Y/N" He wasn't focused on you, he was working hard for the machine he's making.

"You're always trying hard but I don't see anyone appreciating what you do, i think you should appreciate yourself first then others will appreciate you!" You said, not trying to be rude and hoping it won't come out the wrong way.

"It's enough that you're here watching me do this." He smiled when he heard your words. You were relieved that he didn't take it the wrong way. He was making a machine to make it easier for the soldiers to make it during some possible world war. You didn't really understand it but you tried your best to help him. Not just because you're his friend but because you liked him too, he was smart and handsome. What more could you want? He was in denial of his feelings that's why you thought he had been leading you on, you've been clinging to him that you thought it was fine. But still he lets you, he's sweet when you're alone together.

He loved you too but he's not strong enough for you. He knew the day would come where he wouldn't be able to protect you. Which was this day, He knew you had an incurable disease. When you're not there to help him, he has been trying to make and find medicine for you to cure your disease but he failed. He wanted you first to have good health and he'd date you but that time just didn't come. it's been 12 years since you died and all he did now was keep photographs of you and invent something useful for other people and waited for the time where you'll meet each other again, his body was strong that the reason of his death was his old age.

In your present life, Suguru was the sorcerer's biggest enemy. You knew the sorcerer world because you have been trained ever since you were a child, of course it was to be able to exorcist those monsters but you were pressured to do things that you didn't want. Your life was controlled by your family.

"y/n?" You knew who he was, It was Geto suguru. You tried to kill him but you just couldn't get him. He was good at everything, he can bring out enemies out of nowhere but despite that you still tried to kill him.

"How about a deal, Y/N?." You looked at him curiously, there were still no enemies or even shikigamis. He thought you're too weak for that.

"Live a life, and spread your wings." Geto suguru said, you didn't know what he meant but you know he's tricking you to go with him. You let him trick you but you had one in your sleeves too. You wanted to expose him and make your family proud but suguru was nice and made you believe in him. You were surprised when you realized you were following his footsteps. He didn't want anything in return. You met a lot of people who told you he helped them too that you started to doubt yourself. They weren't right or wrong. Suguru was a nice person, he saved you from the hell that your family has been causing you.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You asked suguru, you were both alone together in a sparkling fancy night.

"I want to make a world where suffering will end." You knew what he meant when he said that but why?

You created a whole new family by his side. They weren't tricking you, they even said about the plan where they are taking you as bait to make others surrender. Suguru confessed to you first, he said he sees you as a woman, he may look like he's not the type too. He doesn't want to let you go out of his side. He wasn't possessive just overprotective, you didn't understand why but it felt like there was some unfinished business that you had with him that you let your heart and destiny to control yourself this time.

: ̗̀➛ NANAMI KENTO

In your past lives, kento was the person you were most scared of. He was your boss specifically the strict and serious boss. There was nothing more to describe him. People often say that you're as smart as him and because of that he has high expectations of you, if he liked your work he'd give you a bonus if he didn't he sighs and gives you a disappointed look, thankfully he always likes your ideas. You never thought of someone like him to be in love with you.

One day, you had overtime. Loads of work that you wanted to finish so that you can have your break early. The only person left in that office was your boss and you, there were still guards down stairs of course. You and kento weren't talking, minding your own business. You stood up, about to leave when your boss called you.

"Y/N.." Your boss called.

"Yes, sir?" You immediately turned to look at him, he was always staring at you deeply that made you run shivers throughout your body.

"I'll take you home." He said as he stood up to get ready.

"Oh no sir, you don't have to I can-" He cutted you off.

"it wasn't a question, I have to make sure my employees get home safely." He sighed as you both made your way down the parking lot.

That moment made you closer to your boss, you couldn't keep your mouth shut that you asked everything to keep your conversation going. You weren't a fan of being awkward. Your boss has become more comfortable around you and when you're both on overtime he'd take you for a ride, you thought it was just twice or thrice moment but you both had been used to it. You both had been staying for so late in the office just so you both can go home together. It made you two friends, close friends and lovers, He had been calling you in his office often, shutting the blinds just to kiss you. You kept a secret relationship with him and you wish you didn't. Kento was on the other side of the street, you checked the lights and it was green, you were about to run when you felt a car crashing in your body, it wasn't just you. It was kento trying to save you but failed causing you both to die in the middle of the street.

You're the owner of one of the richest companies in the world in your present life, kento nanami was just one of your employees. He's working normally just like everyone else so why is it that you feel like there's potential in him? Well, you'd give him a random bonus when you felt like it. When he said that he's quitting for good, it kept you awake at night.

Why would he want to quit your company when you'd give him a bonus whenever you're feeling great? Does he not like the special treatment you give him? You tried and tried to find information about him that you found out he's a sorcerer, you knew what a sorcerer is. You knew how to exorcist, it was your side work when you felt sad. How could you just find out now that he's a sorcerer too? It made you more Into him than you already were.

"Nanami, fancy seeing you here." You smiled, you were both in a dark alley trying to find a monster to exorcist.

"Ma'am it's not safe for you here." He said formally.

"Why?" Your smile widens as you feel the monster on its way to hurt you. Before the monster can get near, you kill it by your aura without even looking. Nanami was shocked but he quickly regained his normal posture.

"I see, you're full of surprises madam." You both ended up exorcising the whole place until there was nothing left.

Nanami was always surprised when he saw you everywhere he went, it was as if you were stalking him. Well, it was much better than satoru following him everywhere. In the end, he had gotten used to you and your flirty jokes that he lets you hang around him. He often asks you about your company and you'll say someone else is managing it. This man was your type of man, he was a fine aged man, you couldn't stop yourself from falling, it's not like you're trying to stop yourself. Kento, found your presence comforting. He wasn't the romance type but you were. When you confessed to him, he didn't say yes or no. He just wanted you to make a decision where you're most comfortable, you still ended up dating him because he couldn't resist you and you loved spoiling him every single time.

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🌄Early Morning🌄

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Hey y'all!!! Long time no see! This is the first part of a three part series I have whooped up for ya! I really hope you like angst this holiday season.

TW. Cheating (Katsuki is an asshole), Drinking, The word cum idk.

I hope you guys like it! I haven't written anything in about two years.

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2 am.

He was supposed to be home six hours ago; you had called him over forty times with no answer and later went straight to voice mail.

You called his office and spoke to his secretary, who told you that he had left with his friends, so you called his best friend, who said they did go for drinks, but they all had left by 10 pm.

So here you are, sitting in your living room drinking.

Drinking whatever you could find in your cabinets.

You and Katsuki have been together since you were in your second year of high school; that was six years ago.

While the two of you did go to UA, only he could make it as a hero; once he broke the Top 10, he'd convinced you to quit your 9-5 and be a stay-at-home wife, more like a stay-at-home girlfriend.

You thought he would've proposed by now, but he would always say, "We're practically married already; why do we need a piece of paper to prove it?" and that was that.

It wasn't long after that he started coming home late.

You were always understanding about his work, so coming home late wasn't a problem; it didn't bother you; why would it? You trusted him.

Until now.

You downed your last glass of wine when you heard the front door open; you looked down at your phone.

3:30 am.

You hear Katsuki sigh and the thunk of his boot hitting the ground as he takes them off; you look over your shoulder, staring into the black hallway that leads to the entryway waiting for him to appear.

He slowly emerges from the darkness, groaning as he rolls his shoulders back.

"Hey."

He jumps, dropping his keys and wallet.

"FUCK!"

He glares at you as he reaches down to pick them up.

"What the fuck are you doing up?"

You drunkenly stand up. You are wobbling as you walk up to him.

He sets his belongings on the side table as you reach out and lay your hands on his chest, his hands coming up and engulfing yours.

He frowns.

"Are you drunk?"

You nod, leaning into his shirt, smelling him.

Flowers.

You roughly shove him back.

"S-shit!" He yells, grabbing the archway

"What the fuck!?"

He screams at you; his scowl softens as he sees your eyes welling up with tears.

He calls your name as he slowly reaches for you.

You turn your back to him, crying into your hands, shoulders shaking.

His heart breaks a little more; it's been hurting him all night.

"Who?" you sob.

He could feel his blood run cold.

"…What?"

You turn to him, face red and snotty

"Who is she?"

He swallows. "Baby, I don't know what you're talking about."

He reaches for you again, causing you to stumble back drunkenly.

"No! No, you liar!"

He hurries to catch you.

"No!" You wiggle in his grip.

He holds you tighter, pressing you into his chest.

"I called and called!" You scream, pounding on his chest.

"I called you! I called your office! Kirishima! And no one knew where you were!"

He feels his gut tie up in knots.

"And now… you come back smelling like a whore!"

You scream, thrashing around.

"A WHORE!"

"Hey! Calm down; I need you to fucking calm down!"

You slump in his hold.

He ran a hand down his face as he sat in the leather reading chair in the corner of the room; he thought back on the night it went wrong.

"I hate you." You mumble as he picks you up, cradling you in his arms.

"I know."

"You're a liar."

He nods, walking you down to your shared bedroom.

"I know."

"I…I'm so tired."

He nods, pushing the door open.

"I know, baby."

"Don't call me that."

He nods again, laying you down on the bed.

"You don't get to call me that."

It wasn't long before you nodded off, leaving him awake.

Was it when he was getting ready to leave the office?

Was it when his friends dragged him out to some club?

Was it ignoring your calls in favor of talking to some blonde he knew from a modeling shoot his done?

Was it when he took her home?

Was it when he slept with her?

Was it that he thought he could come home and think everything would be alright?

5 am.

His phone dings.

He looks down at it; It's her. She sent him a picture.

He opens it.

It's a picture of his cum leaking out of her with the message, "Come fuck it back into me."

He glances up from his phone and looks at you, sprawled out on the bed, softly snoring.

He sent her some money and said, "Don't talk to me. Buy some plan B."

He looks at the time.

Fuck. Katsuki throws his head back and groans.

He has work in an hour.

[jistagrams]

hooray

pairing : bff?haechan & bff?reader

warning:cursing, stripping infront of someone idk she was changing, slight hair pulling, idk what else to put 😭😭

a/n :haechan is a gamer in his free time & they are in college & this was not proofread 😭🙏🙏

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"HAECHAN FUCKING MOVE??"

"WHY ARE U STILL STANDING THERE??? MOOOOOVVVVEEEEEEEE"

"HAE FUCKING CHAN UR GONNA MAKE US LOSE."

all of his friends were screaming at him at once making it very obvious they were upset w him, too bad tho he was busy getting his meal that was left on the porch by the doordasher, "we bout to eattt"haechan says outloud like he's talking to someone knowing very well he's home alone in his apartment, u usually would be over laying on his bed watching tv or on his chair playing the Sims while he ate , But u were at work doing a 9 hour shift slowly waiting for 8pm to come so u can clock out and hang out with ur very loud but funny friend.

As u finally clock out u hear ur phone start to ring.

"hey donghyuck what did u call for"

"jus to see when u will be over"

"bro...i barley just got off??"

"and I wanna watch shameless together!"

"what season"

"the older ones"

"ill be over in 10, make sure u leave enough food for me"

"u got it babe"

u see... he uses babe as a nickname. Some friends use a shortened ver of their friends names but haechan js liked to call u babe , u never understood it or why he likes to call u that but u never rlly cared enough to ask.

"AHHH BABE UR HERE" he screams when he opens the door to see u in ur subway uniform, "HI HYUCCKKKK!!" U squeal seeing ur best friend after the longest hours of ur life. He opens the door wider to let u in, moving to the side as u walk in, u take ur shoes off n start to shuffle into his room, him following quickly behind u , u enter his room where u see the food and the show already set up like he was waiting for u to arrive, "were u waiting or something" "yeah actually I was bored bro" he says as u both flop onto the bed, situating urselfs into a sitting position, he turns the show on as u both start eating.

feeling full and tired after working and eating so much food u both decide to lay down on his bed, snuggling into eachother while watching missing, "omg I told u that he would end up being her dad!" , "HYUCK SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE" u say while covering his mouth with the hand that was free, other hand busy messing with his hair that u slightly tugged at while yelling at him, he winced in pain even tho it was the slightest pull. (he liked it but he would never admit that to u ofc). "Your moms real name is sarah" the guy on the TV says while u guys are immersed into the movie a lil too much u guys don't realize his roommates coming home and standing in the doorframe watching u guys until renjun and doyoung speak up, "u guys are literally a couple" renjun says first , "no literally look at them all snuggled up to eachother under the blanket watching a movie" doyoung adds to renjuns comment. Haechan let's out a sudden shreik from shock when he sees his roommates home from a guys night out (it was js them 2 and they went to a amusement park 😭😭) "WHY DIDNT U GUYS SAY U WERE COMING HOME?" Haechan says in his high pitched voice, "we literally texted u like 5 times bro, YOU didn't answer" renjun says back pointing at his phone he had in his hand, haechan climbs over ur body to grab the phone that was sitting at his desk charing, opening it to see the 5 msgs from the gc his roommates made.

yeah doyoung won a huge ass teddy bear, looks like u hyuck

hey were gonna be home in like 10

LMFAOOO IT DOES

yeah pls

we're pulling in rn unlock the door for us

"Oh." , "yeah OH." , renjun ignores hyuck and doyoung and starts talking to u, "hey y/n" he says with a smile. "Oh hey renjun!" U say back after looking up from ur phone and sit up on the headboard of haechans bed, speaking of haechan he's currently in the kitchen talking loudly w doyoung doing whatever they are doing, "how have u been, I haven't seen u since the day before yesterday" , "I've been good I've just been working Hella, have to pay for college somehow" , "ha, yeah I get it" , "how about u?how have u been?" , "good, good" ,"aahhh that's nice" , u say back slowly letting go of the convo lightly. "Well ima go to the bathroom n shower, see u around bear kisser" he says waving bye to u while walking out , "bye renjun!" U say waving back....hold on. Bear kisser??

"WHAT THE HELL DO U MEAN BY BEAR KISSER??" U say quite louder than u meant to while jumping up from haechans bed walking into the kitchen to see haechan drinking soda from the bottle and doyoung turning off the air since he swears its "too cold!". "it's so hot doyoung turn that shit back on" haechan says putting the bottle on the counter and walking over to doyoung turning back on the ac, "its cold! If ur sooooo hot get a fan!"he says turning it off and walking away. Knowing not to mess with the ac again hyuck storms away dramatically. His walking becomes more sulky while he walks to u , pulling u into a hug from the back. "just turn ur fan on dong" u say while u scroll on ur phone as he starts to sway u both side to side, u guys may look like a couple but u both really don't care, maybe u guys like looking like a couple, maybe u guys ARE a couple but hiding it, who knows. "but he's always turning it off and I'm over here sweating my ass off in my sleep cos he thinks it's -5 degrees in this house." He whines to u as u guys start to walk back to his room still in the same position, him hugging u from behind. "I know u always look like ur sweating when I sleep over" , "its because i AM" he says back letting go of u to sit in his chair , turning on his pc to get a little gaming in before going to sleep, u decide to get out of ur work clothes and wear some comfy clothes. U grab one of his shirts and shorts , throwing them on the bed and closing his door. U move back to his dresser and start taking off ur shirt standing infront of the beds end. U unclip ur bra and grab his shirt sliding it on, feeling it fit better on u than usual, while ur in shock of his being fit nicely on u haechan is screaming at his friends for not killing the guy that was targeting him and ends up getting shot by him, while arguing with his friends he notices you've been too quiet and decides to turn around in his chair, he turns and sees ur bra and shirt on the floor and u staring at urself in his body mirror on his wall, "what's wrong??" , "this shirt is supposed to be baggy, that's how it's always been" , "maybe u grew into it" , "did u wash it too many times??" , "uh yeah that's what u do when u wear something and dirty it" , "donghyuck...shut up" , "well that shirt fits me fine, it's actually kinda baggy on me maybe ur the problem" , " whatever, can u grab me the lotion I feel ashy" , he turns around to grab the lotion from his desk (don't ask why it's there) and gets up to give it to u, feeling a lil silly he decides to grab ur waist and pull u close into him , giving u his lotion as u set it down and turn around to give him a small kiss on his lips and cheek, "hold on I still have to change my pants" u say as u slip out his grip, "what are u waiting for then" he says with a smirk knowing that ur gonna be changing infront of him. U unbutton ur pants, slipping out of them and grab his shorts u threw on the bed previously, well u tried to grab them before haechan grabs u and throws u on the bed while him ontop. Kissing u passionately, stopping to say , "god i love my girlfriend so much. Especially in my clothes.u look so pretty" u give him a big toothy smile, "what abt sexy" , "oh babe your very sexy, not as sexy as I am tho" he says making u laugh as he starts to mark up ur neck. "gonna treat u so good tonight"

Obviously this is gonna be a long night.

This has been in my drafts for like 2 days now I think, I was waiting to get motivation again to finish the rest of it 😭

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[allywritesforfun]

idk if you saw wilbur's most recent stream but he basically said that he likes to sleep in the cold and- MY GUY ??!?!? I hate the cold, I get cold really easily because I'm very petite so I'm literally always in blankets and warm clothes and I think that wilbur who likes to sleep in the cold x reader who likes to sleep in the warm could be a good fic ....... 😎 (when he said said my immediate thought was to request this fic....maybe I spend too much time on tumblr)

yesss perfect request to come back with! as someone who keeps their room at 74 degrees...I think I got this thanks for the request!

Wilbur Soot x Reader that Gets Cold When Sleep Headcanons

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you really did think that the arguments when you moved in with wilbur would be so different

like what to eat for dinner

who lost the remote

who's taken up more of the wifi

why the fuck is there a duck in bathtub

you know, shit like that

but your first argument happens to be on the first day you moved in with him

not sure how this was a never an issue, but it is now

wilbur likes sleeping with the window open

windows being open are always nice, the fresh air, but what it isnt nice is the cold ass breeze that comes with it

going to bed was perfect

nightly routine, pick your side of the bed, plug in the phones, spoon and sleep

but damn was waking up to literal shivering at 2 am not welcomed

the cold woke you up. you look over to wilbur and he is a sleeping angel

in your sleep, you managed to steal the comforter, leaving wilbur just thin sheets

he looked so happy

you were as close as possible to him. arms, legs, and even your feet slotting perfectly together, leeching off his body heat

it was still too cold

"wil," you whispered as you tried to shake him awake. you couldn't be cold anymore.

he refused to wake up. must be a good dream about you.

you managed to wiggle free of his arms that were wrapped around your shoulders and torso

you closed the window and resumed your position. you fell back asleep like any other night

then not even an hour later, you were awakened by a gust of a wind

how the hell is there a gust of wind inside?

someone opened the window again

that someone clearly being wilbur

you woke up him up immediately. you were not taking his mumbled "let me sleep, go back to bed" words as an answer

"keep the window cold. it's cold in here and now im cold. I can't sleep like this"

"but then it gets too hot. I can't sleep when it's hot"

"yea? well I can't sleep when I'm cold, so we're keeping the window shut"

after some back and forth arguing over a literal window positioning, it became clear that you were going in circles and there was never going to be a solution...until Wilbur found one

wilbur got out of bed abruptly, which really pissed you off. was he really about to leave the first night you move in together?

he ignored your calls out to him to come back to bed and you'll deal with it, but he made no move to come back

you felt like you were about to cry. prying at him did nothing, so you stayed silent in bed, still wrapped up.

to your surprise, wilbur came back after a couple minutes. he left a fresh water on the bedside table

he dropped a few things on the bed (it was too dark for you to see) and placed his cold hands over your hot cheeks. he slowly leaned down, pressing the softest kiss that you have ever shared to your lips, then to your eyes, then lastly on your forehead that lingered with tingling sensations

"lets wrap you up like a burrito"

Wilbur turned you over on your back. then he dropped probably another two, very soft, blankets over your body. he rolled you back and forth, tucking the fabric underneath you as you laughed

once done, he pulled a sheet over himself and pulled you into his arms

"better now?"

"the best"

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[vaspider]

Tbh, everyone I see trying to come up with alternative words for Culturally Christian keeps reminding me of when white people got really upset about the term White Privilege. Maybe the term SHOULD make people uncomfortable. Maybe we shouldn't have to take the complaints of others about a term we created to describe our experiences as more important than our needs. As well-meaning as some folks have been, it's been so frustrating to feel like that aspect isn't being seen. We created this term to discuss our oppression and others keep coming to us about their feelings about it, their discomfort. We didn't get rid of the term White Privilege just because it upset a bunch of white people. Why do we have to get rid of the term Culturally Christian because it upsets people it describes?

I'm trying to be compassionate too but it's hard for me to be when it feels like most of the criticisms of the term have been in bad faith and that the criticism is centered around OTHER people's feelings rather than our need to describe our oppression. Idk it doesn't feel fair I guess.

I didn't really expect you of all people to react like this to me having a compassionate conversation with someone who isn't Christian, wasn't raised Christian, and was abused by Christians for not being a Christian, about that person not wanting to be labeled as being inextricably tainted by a religion that abused them for their whole life. That's not something I expected from you. Maybe you missed that part of the conversation, or maybe you read a good faith conversation as if it was in bad faith, idk, but this seems rather unkind for you.

I understand your frustration. I also think it that if I'm actually dedicated to tikkun olam, if someone also being hurt in this situation respectfully talks with me about how I'm hurting them with splash damage from these discussions, I really should hear them out. And if, in the course of that discussion, we talk through how to not only be more accurate with what we're talking about but how to be less hurtful to other victims of Evangelical Christianity, I think that's pretty good, actually.

The person you're talking about isn't Christian and never was, so your analogy doesn't really hold. That person didn't hold any particular privilege and was never part of the dominant group in the first place. Like... that's the whole point. They're also a survivor of religious violence. You assigning privilege to that person which they never received is part of the problem we were addressing in the first place.

Plus, like, isn't the desired outcome that people who are carrying ideas and mindsets which come from Christian hegemony work on shedding those ideas and mindsets? Labeling people - especially people who aren't Christian and doubly especially those who never were - rather than ideas means those people are labeled regardless of what ideas they hold. That seems counterproductive to me, and, again, hurtful to fellow victims to label them with an identity they don't hold. It's like someone calling a bi person a Spicy Straight because they don't look queer enough or whatever - they're assigning an identity that someone else doesn't have because it makes it easier for them to speak their pain, and ignoring the damage that does.

The best part of the conversation is that by the end of it, someone pointed out that there's already an academic term -- Christian hegemony -- which has been in use for a really long time, well before "cultural Xianity" came into use. It looks like it goes back at least 50 years. So because I was patient and compassionate with someone else who was victimized like I was victimized, I got to learn something which will make it easier to communicate in the future, since that term is widely established and it's easy to point to PDFs that define it, or articles with Jewish educators explaining it.*

Sounds like a win to me - I get to avoid accidentally hurting others who were hurt like I was hurt, I learned something, and now I have a better, clearer term and can speak more clearly.

I'm sorry it frustrates you. I don't think your analogy works, though, and I'm happy with using "Christian hegemony" to describe ideas and not labeling people. I certainly wouldn't like it if someone insisted on calling me Christian, because I'm not, so forcing that label on others who also are not Christian seems hypocritical and unkind. Someone can hold ideas they learned from Christian hegemony without being Christian, and saying it that way doesn't hurt me, so it's no great burden to me to use a more established, more accurate, less hurtful means of addressing my own hurt.

* I don't agree 100% with everything in these links, please don't send me asks or reblog this with nitpicks of the links, I'm not interested bc that's not the point of including them.

[motherofplatypus]

Miraculous S4 Review: Representation

And so, here we are, one episode before the finale. Out of order, but we're no stranger to that. Can't believe it's almost over, and boy am I glad because this insanity finally come to an end.

The episode, as per usual, was bad. But it's not the usual kind of bad, and was pretty much decent compared to the last 4 episodes. So, it's an improvement, I guess(?).

So, in short, this episode confirmed that Felix and Adrien are sentimonsters, and Kagami as extension, but I'll talk about that in another post. While there are people who seem to dislike the idea of Fe and Ad being senti, i personally like it. Mostly because they did really well in teasing us about this, until they just drag it out so hard and hardly even trying to do so in S4-5.

So, anyway, the review. Apparently, there's an election for the new mayor between Bustier and that fencing mustache (I remember his name, but it's a pain to write it down).

So they do have election. Huh, who woulda thunk? Feels like just one episode ago they ignore this crucial part for plot convenience to make a teenage girl even more like satan for absolutely no logical reason. Ooh, right, it was one episode ago. Well, two, but my point still stands.

Oh, Miraculous, you just love making things convenient for you, don't you?

Then we see Adrien being Sad Boy™ like he always was, and Plagg had to comfort him. And I really love Plagg here and so far he's been getting consistent development with his relationship with Adrien, that's more interesting than the Love Square tbh.

Then, Adrien down bad for Mari and wanted to reveal himself and fly all the way to Paris because he hated being there.

I appreciate the effort and dedication for love, but wouldn't it be better if you just, idk, ran away before you're in London? Just a thought.

Yeah yeah, there's the ring and stuffs and every single reason why Adrien cannot grow a spine for himself or anyone that's not Marinette. Tell me something I didn't know about Adrien.

Bonus: Here's what That Guy do whenever we demand Adrien to grow as a person.

Moving on, I'd love to talk about how everyone glorifying Mari for the 500th time, but it's nowhere near how pissed I am when they tease Julerose and Marcthaniel. Yes, it's cute to see how Marc and Nath looks like they're "bonding" in secret and Jules being protective over Rose. If this were happening 2 seasons ago, I would've scream in fangirl, but like every other things in miraculous, its either overdue or irrelevant.

Look, I appreciate their sorry excuse of an effort to give us representation (roll credits), but if you actually mean it, either actually doing it or stop teasing it for 5 seasons and make them so much of a side characters that we literally couldn't care less about them. Seriously, this is a serious case, especially with Nath and Marc that I honestly don't see why they even got a miraculous, to the point i thought Lila would get one since those two are so pointless and irrelevant.

Onto the next one, we have Gabridiot Agreste. The man with two brain cells who's fighting for third place. He realized Adrien was gone, barged into Nathalie's room while she's watching his dead wife video, and took the wedding ring from her.

First off, it's quite hilarious that the red part of Nathalie's hair turned white. I know this symbolize that she's dying, but the way it looks, it's like she's purposefully dyeing her hair white to show how dead she is.

Second, I'm getting real tired of watching Emilie saying the same line, on the same phone, for the 50th time this season. This is the equivalent of Gabe talking to her corpse whenever he's about to do a criminal activity that ended up in him failing in the most embarrassing way. Yes, we get it, she wants Gabe to be a good father, you don't need to remind us every single episode how much of a failure he is at becoming one. Also, if your role after 5 seasons is to be a broken record on a phone, just go back to your coffin.

Also, it's probably just me forgetting and i refuse to check every episode to prove it, but what's the reason for Nathalie not to show the video to Gabe? Or has Gabe seen it but ignore it? Please remind me.

Either way, still with Gabridiot, who apparently lacks the bare minimum intelligence to even be classified as a jellyfish, who think that Adrien, who's in London, somehow managed to escape and went allllll the way back to Paris in less than a day. This jump into conclusion stupidity almost match the one we got in Ephemeral, but at least not as outrageously stupid as that episode. Still can't believe that episode even exist.

So he akumatized himself into Nightormentor, and I must say I quite like his costume. Sure, it's basically Collector dress in a drag, but it kinda looks good. Except for the face, that traffic cone head and glasses are a huge no.

Still talking about London to Paris, how the heck did Argos get himself and Kagami into Paris at the same pace as Chat with flying cat add ons? Did he make a jet sentimonster to fly them there? Nah, no way. The whole reason he got the peacock was to prevent anymore sentimonster getting created and killed. Heck, he was absolutely devastated when he had to snap that Red Moon from existence. So there's absolutely no way he'd be doing that, right? Right?

Sigh, who am i kidding.

So, he created a new sentimonster, a tripod, to give Mari a cheap show of his origin and Adrien's, and basically confirmed they're feather boys. Wow! This is big, right?! Right?! But, of course, with the abundance of brain cells in the show, Mari didn't connect the dot and only take it as Felix's story that I'm not even sure if she realized Felix is a senti, let alone Adrien.

Okay, maybe she did realize Fefe is senti, but my bet is that she's still doesn't know Adriboy is a senti. That's literally too much to ask for the show standard, speaking from experience.

Speaking of didn't connect the dots, Felix literally blatantly told Mari that Gabe is Monarch in the video and she didn't get it? Does Adrien filled up that much space in her head that she ignores the very obvious info presented in front of her? Hello? Brain cells? Basic common sense? Toddler level of intelligence? Where are you all?!

Back to the point, what happened to the tripod? Oh right, it got snapped out after it send the message to Marinette to fight for Adrien. To fight Gabe for love.

Remember folks, murder is okay as long as it's for Adrienette.

Also, if the whole purpose is to just give Mari a message, why would he need to take Kagami there as well? It's not like the message is on live. Heck, they didn't even stay until the message is over, so it's clear that it's pre-recorded, or just some magic bullshit, but basically they're not needed to be that close.

"But the amok is in Kagami's ring, and she needs to be there to control it."

Like I said, she's not needed to be there.

Okay, that's not exactly important. Since we're still talking about Kagami, let's talk about plot hole number 451: Kagami knows Mari is Ladybug since Perfection.

Remember a certain blue haired boy going into voluntary exile because he knows the identity of the heroes? No? Neither do the writers.

If she knows Mari is LB since that very episode, why hasn't Monarch learned about that crucial info? She got akumatized TWICE after knowing that, and neither of them meant anything until now. That piece of knowledge should've been in Monarch's ear since ages ago.

"But Kagami wasn't sure if Mari is LB."

My point still stands strong, tall, and mighty. They made Gabe jump into conclusion that Adrien is Chat by him saying "My Lady". I'm just using their stupidity on them.

Then we got Anticat, or I'd like to call it Walmart Chat Blanc. Aside from the hideous blue hair and eye wrecking visual of the dream sequence, this pissed me off real fucking bad, because this can only means one thing: Chat Blanc is irrelevant.

We waited 2 seasons, one of which caused Chat Noir getting depressed because Ladybug refuse to speak about the white world destroyer cat, and the moment he knows about it, it's not from Ladybug and not even what exactly happened. It's just a nightmare. It's not real. He still doesn't know that that event actually real.

We were, once again, robbed of seeing something we have been waiting for years to happen.

Sadly, that's not the end of it.

On side note, I find it hilariously ironic that when Chat wake up from the nightmare, the first person he saw was Kim. "Hey, that's the person i tried to kill a few days ago. Now I have infinite Cataclysm to do so."

Dude woke up from a nightmare into another nightmare, lmao.

So anyway, Gabe lost to a bunch of teenagers once more, they win, and he kept the akuma in a jar so that LB can purify it. I mean, what's a Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir would do without Ladybug appearing, right? Like how the show could not go on without Chat Noir appearing in the episode, right? Of course.

Anyway, remember the whole reason LB needs to purify the akuma is because it will multiply if left too long? Like, idk, an hour at most. And how long did Chat left the butterly? Why haven't that flappity flap flap not self-reproducing like rabbit on steroids during mating season?

Also, can't he just Cataclysm the akuma? We know in Chat Blanc it's possible and have no side effect whatsoever. Plus, he can now use multiple Cataclysms. Just get rid of it. You have no qualm when you tried to Cataclysm Scarabella, your principal, and your friend whose face is the first thing you saw when you wake up from your nightmare, so what gives?

Oh right, it's the villain. He has qualms only when it comes to hurting the villain. I forgot.

Also, let's take a moment of silence for Chat, who finally got an episode where he's the one shining, where he's supposed to be the one who save the day, but ended up being utterly useless and needed help from a bunch of teenagers.

Look, I'm not saying he shouldn't get help or anything, but how hard are you going to glorify Ladybug for being able to win a fight by herself and never let Chat do the same, not even once?

And then both Adrien and Kagami came back to their abusive parents. Just, why? I get why Adrien came back, aside from the nightmare and his inability to grow a spine, but Kagami? You have your own freedom, you got balls bigger than Adrien could ever have, and you're independent. Just stay with Felix, hide, and Amelie most likely already know your circumstances too, or at least she'll let you stay for Felix's sake.

"But she might not feel comfortable doing that."

You know who else should not be comfortable doing something? Chat Noir when he's down to murder people that he knows.

Also also, don't any of them gonna ask how the hell they ran away? No? Of course not. And Gabridiot and Tomoron decided to become a very reasonable and good parents and put their kids inside an entirely white, mental asylum-esque room where the only color they can see is their clothes and hair.

Seems familiar?

Yep, they are batshit insane.

And please don't tell me that square on the corner is their bed. Good lord, I know you're angry they disobey you, but treat them humanely at least.

All in all, this is 6/10. Lots of dumb moments as per usual, but it's not blatantly moronic like half of the episodes this season has. I quite like Nightormentor's costume and how Plagg comfort Adrien in that small scene. I'm surprised that I'm not furious at all, just mildly annoyed. Overall, it's decent.

Then again, this has been my opinion, and now it's your turn. Do you like it, or hate it? Is this a good build up for the finale? Leave your thoughts down below, and I will see you in the next one. Byeee.

[mrs-monaghan]

You said jk always debunks taekook.okay. ahem. How? When? Last time I saw it.. he was sitting on tae's lap in front of the whole stadium when his so-called boyfriend jimin was giving a speech. What a way to debunk. He knows exactly what he was doing smiling like that. And i don't think it was fair for his jimin bcz jimin was the only one who gets the hate every time and his boyfriend still can't control his hormones with other member with whom he's most shipped with. What a great boyfriend he is.lol. look how he spoke for a stalker when he's the one gets bothered by them but he never speaks towards the hate his boyfriend was getting?? Pls it shows basically nothing but only that he was the exact same for every member and no ship is real in BTS.

his boyfriend still can't control his hormones with other member with whom he's most shipped with.

Here is the post I answer your question but you probably don't care. So instead I wanna talk about how your hormones have never acted up around someone you're attracted to if you think this was JK not being able to control his hormones. First of all, look at them. V is basically zoned out. JK was smiling and nodding to Jimin's speech FYI. They're literally just sitting there. No one's hormones are doing anything

You people lack perception all together. Would it kill you to read a room? How is it possible that JK's hormones have been acting up with all members? Him sitting on Suga looks more intimate than the one above btw 👆🏽

Him sitting on Jin. There he goes not controlling his hormones once again.

Sitting on Jin and Suga. Damn anon are you sure you know the meaning of hormones? I'm actually doubting you right now

Again on Jin.

And guess we're just gonna ignore when JK sat on Jimin? Jimin's arms wrapped around him?

We're just gonna pretend these don't exist?

He looks like he lives here, ngl. I think this might be his address

Here where we see JK having a blast while he drops himself on Jimin's lap. Way more eventful than your Las Vegas one

And when Jimin is sitting on JK with JK taking it a step further and placing his head on Jimin's shoulder, looking cocky AF?

So when JK sits on Jimin his hormones stop existing....or? Do his hormones only act up when he sits on V? I'm confusion anon.

I only share the JK sitting on members but make no mistake this is a Bangtan thing. They all sit on each other's laps ALL THE TIME. So why is the Tkk one unique? Why is it the one that we should be worried about? Why is it the only one JK should debunk when he sits on other laps too? Why shouldn't he sit on V just because they're shipped the most? How is that JK's problem??

Hormones?? Hormones? Bro, you need to go back to school and retake Biology because that Tkk moment no one's Hormones are acting up. No ones. I know its hard for you to tell but take my word for it. I know how it looks like when someone gets affected by another person sitting on their lap. And it definitely wasn't that 👆🏽 Gay people are not attracted to every guy around them anon. It's not how it works.

Idk what u came here to prove. But u just read like a very dumb, sexually inexperienced person. Go work on that then come back. Smh.

[thebloomingheather]

hellooo!! I just wanted to drop by here ask a question about chapter 20 and just about the fic overall. Idk if anyone asked already so feel free to ignore it if you have answered it!

But usually whenever I wait for updates, i re-read the whole fic from the start, bc i like suffering and creating fake scenarios as i go :)) but i noticed a "pattern" and it had something to do with the number 7? 👀 idk if thats just me looking into it too deeply or its just coincidence.

But the first time was when eddie asked buck if he can come around 7 and buck says thats too early (i think, if i remember correctly.) The 2nd time is when buck schedule's an appntmnt with the lawyer and he says: "Seven's perfect."

And the last one is from the recent chapter: "Seven is perfect, truly. He means it."

Am I just delulu or there's meaning 👀 LOL

Anyways, sorry that was long but truly thank you for writing this fic and capturing very well buck's journey and his depression. Its really rare for me to find these kinds of fics that actually touch upon it quiet well and write it SO GOOD. Thank you!!

Hello! No worries, no one's asked about this particular rabbit hole before. When it comes to the number 7, I think there is a pattern but it's mostly due to logistical reasons? Such as the weather and the station's roster, so we can have certain scenes as they are.

For example, I wanted the appointment with the estate lawyer to be at 7AM because sunrise in LA is usually around the 6-7AM window so we could have that moment of Buck driving with the Jeep's top down.

For the bit where Eddie picks up the board games and his things from the loft at 7PM, it's implied they had a shift that started at 6AM. So if it's a 10-hour shift it ends at 4PM and if it's a 12-hour one it ends at 6PM, which basically means Eddie just gets his stuff the night of his request as to not delay things, mostly for Christopher's sake but also for him to have the privacy to apologise for cornerning Buck at the Wilsons' since he can't talk about the incident openly at the firehouse without causing drama.

I like having their shifts start at either 6, 9, or 12 be it AM or PM, whether it's a 10, 12, 24, or 48-hour one. Those are the most standard slots, granted they can request additional or lesser hours as well, though it's unlikely department policies will allow them to work more than 48 hours in one go for safety reasons. This typical roster is mainly for convenience and it's pretty realistic from what I gather from the show, since this way they can go home at a reasonable time to enjoy a 7AM breakfast or a 7PM dinner whilst off duty. It's how we're able to have dinner scenes with Eddie and Chris or the one with Maddie across video chat.

I welcome all speculations no matter how delulu, those are usually fun anyway, and honestly this isn't that. The number 7 does show up more than a few times to be noticeable, which is understandably enough to garner curiosity, and while there isn't a particularly symbolic meaning behind it there's definitely an intentional reason for its presence, and the above explanation is more or less why.

And you're welcome, and thank you for kindly appreciating how much effort has gone into this story, and for the fun trivia ask! I value realism in mental health narratives so that's gratifying to hear!

[natashxromanovf]

for the sweater weather sleepover how about nina or jesper from shadow and bone and like idk in the night where the reader is just in the balcony enjoying the night breeze and what not and then nina/jesper enters and they both have the most comfortable silence or deep conversations and the reader is so whipped they accidentally confess

The shining dots in the sky

jesper fahey x gn!reader

wc: 584

warnings: i don't think there are any, not proofread

a/n: stop i feel like this sucks so bad 😭😭 i'm sorry but it's late and I don't even know what I'm writing anymore haha. anyway thank you for the request love <33

Without a word, Jesper smoothly takes his place beside you, staring off in the same direction as you. It's not uncommon for the two of you to simply come to the balcony and then stare down onto the streets of Ketterdam. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you don't - it's kind of your thing, a moment of peace both of you deserve from time to time.

This is one of the more quiet evenings when all you do is enjoy each other's presence and take slow, deep breaths after a long day. There is an occasional word cutting through the silence, but other than that there's mostly quiet, hearing only the sounds of the life going on underneath you.

You like these moments more than anything. There's something so calming in Jesper's presence, something you can't explain. These are some of the rare times he's actually standing still and not endlessly moving around. You guessed that's the reason for this effect he has on you.

"Do you ever just think about how lucky we are, to be able to see this beauty we call stars? All the patterns, all the shining little dots in the sky, they're all so so beautiful," you mutter, making Jesper look at you.

"No, I've never actually thought about it," he truthfully says, letting his eyes wander around the night sky. "It's just that with everything going on in our everyday lives, I never think about these deep psychological things. I guess that's why I love these evenings we share so much," he smiles which makes you smile.

"Yeah, I guess that's why," you whisper to yourself, knowing this isn't the only reason you love this time spent with him. Of course, there's a bit of truth in there too but you've recently realised that it's not only his stillness that has that effect on you, but it's his mere presence. His proximity, his voice, his face - it's all mixed into one wholesome feeling - love.

It's been clear to you for a while now, you've just tried to ignore it which is not as simple as it sounds. There are days when you can't just hold it in, when you can't just cover it up and this is one of them.

"You know how you said that you don't have time to think about those things because of our everyday lives? Well, I've been thinking about that, about all the risky stuff we do on daily basis. Life is short, especially when you're in the business we're in. And I don't know if you feel the same, but I can't go another minute without knowing I told you how I fell. So I'm just going to come out with it - I like you, Jesper Fahey. Like, a lot. And I've thought about it, tried only being your friend but I can't. Not without knowing you don't feel the same," you finish, now fully facing him. He just smirks, taking your hand in his.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I do feel the same, Y/N Y/L/N," he replies, causing a big smile to appear on your face.

"I'm glad," you whisper before starting to inch closer to him, looking for any sign of rejection. When you don't see any, you finally gather the courage to close the distance between your lips. The kiss was sweet and passionate all at the same time and if anyone asks you, it was the perfect first kiss two people could share.

i hope you enjoyed this! don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment, it really helps writers with motivation <33

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[calliecat93]

Valentines' Day List: Ranking The Disney Princess Couples

Happy Valentines Day everyone! Whether you are with the love of your life, still waiting for Cupid's arrow, or are 100% happy single, I hope that you are having a wonderful day. So for the past couple of years, I've been doing lists for the holiday. A Top 10 Ships list (that is now outdated hence why no link), Top 10 Disney Couples, Top 5 Disney Love Songs, and a Top 5 Spones Episode List for Star Trek TOS. What's in the cards this year?

Well after forgetting, the only thing I could come up with was a Ranking List. In this case, we're going through all the main Disney Princess pairings and I will rank them from least favorite to favorite. I'm also going to count Frozen cause why not? However, this will NOT include Merida, Moana, and Elsa as they do not have any canonical love interests at the time of this writing. Also a note for Pocahontas, I am focusing this based simply on the context within the film. We know about the inaccuracies and such that I don't feel like going into here, so just be aware that I am talking about the pairing simply based on the in-film interpretation. And of course, these are just my opinions, so please take it all with a grain of salt.

Everything clear? Good. Then let's begin!

#11. Snow White/The Prince

Right at the bottom is the first ever Disney Princess romance. No, it has nothing to do with the whole 'he kissed her while she was asleep' argument. People have tried to demonize the film by saying the prince denied Snow White's consent and I could write a whole essay on why that's stupid... and I kinda sorta did a few years back. But The Prince is ultimately a plot device with little to no screentime and not even extended material to y knowledge has seemed to do much to further the relationship. The guy doesn't even have a name (Florian is the one I see pop up the most but IDK how official it is). It may be one of my very few fleeting hopes for the remake to explore like they did Cinderella.

That's pretty much my only complaint. It's fine. It's cute. I'm happy that Snow White is able to finally be happy after all the Hell the Queen put her through. But that's really all that I can say about it. It's just... a thing that exists cause we need the kiss to awaken Snow White. But hey, everything's gotta start somewhere and without this we wouldn't have had anything else. So it deserves our respect.

#10. Anna/Kristoff

Back when Frozen came out, it was praised for addressing and calling out Disney's cliched 'fall in love at first sight/marry a guy he girl just met' trope. It's meant to be against rushing romance, especially when you know absolutely nothing about the guy... and then proceeded to do precisely that with Anna and Kristoff. Oops. I think the two are cute and fit together, don't get me wrong. But Dear God their development is REALLy bad. It's very rushed and comes out of nowhere which I wouldn't have an issue with... but because the movie outright rubbed in our faces how you shouldn't do this and that is a bad thing, it makes it really hard to ignore. And trust me, I tried. And no, Anna waiting like... a day or so longer than with Hans doesn't excuse the execution. Really the whole message when taken as a critique of the there Princess films is incredibly problematic and outright inaccurate, but that's for another day.

I go back and forth on how much I like these two as a couple. You can even see how different my opinion was back when the film first came out. Anna is my favorite character while Kristoff is okay and gets more 'meh' as time passes. I watch them during the movie and like their interactions, but they come off more like bickering buddies than anything prior to them finding Elsa. Then Kristoff worries and cares for Anna... and then Fixer Upper happens and it feels even MORE forced. Then in Frozen II, Anna misunderstands Kristoff various times and ultimately ditches him without really any thought or care about it in order to support Elsa. Which is great, sisterly love and all and to be fair she did apologize, but it really shows how much the film really didn't care about their relationship. That's not going into how the movie in general treated Kristoff as useless with even Olaf being more relevant and like he was just there cause there would be questions about where he was otherwise. But then we get to him proposing and Anna's reaction and... God these two give me so many mixed signals.

If I have to accept that Frozen III is happening, I REALLY hope that they give Anna and Kristoff the treatment that they deserve. Because ironically in the first film's attempt to call out rushed romances, it created one itself with all the problems that it tried to criticize its predecessors over. It's far from the worst romance ever, it has a lot of cute moments and I do think that the two are a good match. I just need the films to realize that.

#9. Pocahontas/John Smith

As I said, we are going to just focus on how this is presented in the film and leave it at that. These two are... okay. Pocahontas is a film that legit gets me emotional and has since I was a kid. But looking back, even now knowing the actual history, I wonder '...why did this have to be a romance at all?'. I know they were going for a Romeo and Juliet vibe, but I feel like it may have been stronger had Pocahontas not been aged up and just became friends with John, ultimately willing to risk her own life to save him and stop the bloodshed. It would certainly cause fewer ugh... unfortunate implications, let's just say that.

I feel like I like the atmosphere and presentation more than the actual relationship. The film has so much beauty and Alan Mencken's score is just so beautiful. Whenever I watch everything from Pocahontas visiting John before his execution to the very last scene of her waving goodbye as the ship sails away... dang it, the emotions! You all have no idea how many times I've listened to the end credits version of If I Never Knew You. There is a reason I listed that as my Favorite Disney Love Song a few years back.

But once I finish the movie and get back down from the emotional high, I think it over and again go '...why is this a romance? did it really need to be?'. And I kind of just forget about it until I decide to put the movie on again. I can never bring myself to hate this film due to how it impacted me, though I acknowledge its problems and how upsetting it can be for people. But ultimately the romance is just forgettable at best to the point that I sometimes wonder if the second movie pairing Pocahontas with her RL husband John Rolfe really was that bad of a move. But best to not think too much more on that

#8. Aurora/Phillip

This is Snow White/The Prince done better. Not a surprise since the film reused some of the early ideas for Snow White, but still. Of the three original princesses, this is the best-done relationship. This may make you wonder why Cinderella ranks above it, but I'll go into that in that entry. So these two are cute. Phillip certainly proved his love by fighting Maleficent and her forces and by his kiss awakening Aurora. As I said above, the 'the kiss was non-consensual' argument is a non-issue for me and we're just gonna leave it at that.

There's not a lot more to say honestly. They had a bit more development in their meeting than Snow and her prince did, we have Phillip saving her, and... yeah that's it. I don't dislike them by any means. I can't think of any negative points aside from maybe it's rushed, but that was just the nature of things back then. It's a Hell of a lot better than how it goes in the original stories. I like it better than the other three I already listed, just not as much as the seven below. That's really it. Sometimes you just like something cause you do, nothing wrong with that.

#7. Mulan/Shang

You would think that this would be near the top considering that Mulan is my favorite movie of all time. But I never loved it due to its romance, which while not irrelevant is a side-element compared to it being so major in the other seven previous films. Mulan isn't driven by love like Aladdin and Aurora, nor is it love at first sight like Snow White and Cinderella. She meets Shang while posing as a boy and he's her commanding officer. Before we go further, for this film at least Shang being Mulan's superior is a non-issue, especially since nothing happens until Mulan's out of the military anyways.

These two are cute. They start off simply as commander and trainee and Shang is frustrated with 'Ping', even kicking 'him' out. But Mulan refuses to give up and earns Shang's respect, and even friendship. She outright risks her life to save him during the avalanche despite being injured, that's nothing to sneeze at. She's clearly crushing on Shang and Shang may be crushing on 'Ping', I'm not very qualified to go into that since I honestly never saw it. His feelings get more complicated after discovering the truth and he's upset... but it doesn't last too long with him ultimately trusting and accepting Mulan and her abilities. Then we get awkward Shang at the end and it just cracks me up XD

We end the film with the early signs of them forming a relationship and being able to get to know each other. Shang gets to know Mulan as she truly is. Mulan gets to know Shang away from the battlefield and from him being her captain. Mulan II focused on them getting engaged... and that's all I wanna say about it. Yeah, as much as I love Mulan and like the two fine, the romance meant very little to me over the focus on finding one's true self. But I know that especially for the bisexual crowd, Shang was so important to people and this relationship in turn means something to people. And that is a beautiful thing. But for me they're good and they rank above the others cause it's Mulan.

#6. Belle/Beast

There was a time when I was indifferent to the film, let alone the romance that is at the heart of it. But now that I'm older and especially seeing all the arguments about them from all sides, those times have changed. I love them. Are they perfect? No. Beast is a temperamental brat who only wants Belle's love to break the spell. Belle is there only because she took her father's place and wants nothing to do with the Beast and his behavior. It seems like they're a match made in Hell... but then something happens. They change. Belle, after the Beast saves her from the wolf, is grateful and ultimately tends to his wounds because she's just too kind, but still stands up for herself. Beast, touched by this kindness, finds he wants to return it and starts to experience happiness for what may be the first time in his life.

When it becomes clear that the Beast is a damaged person who despite his issues is able to make himself a better person is when things change. The Beast doesn't become kinder for Belle... well okay maybe a little but that's not the main thing. The Beast became kinder because of Belle, as shown when he gives up his chance to become human again so that Belle can rescue her father. Why? Because he loved her so much that he let her go. And Belle tried to defend the Beast from the village and returned to try and save him, proving how much she'd grown to care for him.

The Beast gave Belle the one thing that she wanted: to be loved for who she was. Not because of her beauty. Not as some kind of trophy. But because the Beast genuinely loved her. A love that she returned and thus freed the Beast from the curse. It's such a beautiful love story. Is it for everyone? No. As much as I've disagreed with some of the arguments, I can see why the Beast's behavior may make people uncomfortable and how it may enforce an 'I can change them!' mindset even if indirectly. But I think that this is that kind of story done well with Belle never letting the Beast treat her poorly and the Beast taking it upon himself to change. They bring out the best in each other and earned their happy ending. And when it comes to tales as old as time, that's all I could ever want.

#5. Cinderella/Prince Charming

Some of these rankings were due to movie preferences. Chances are I would have ranked Aurora/Phillip above Mulan/Shang, but since I had similar feelings about both it boiled down to me liking Mulan more than Sleeping Beauty. Which is why Cinderella/Charming ended up here in Number Five. Let's face it, they have a similar issue as Snow/The Prince with Charming IDT ever having an on-screen name until the live-action remake. If I was counting the remakes I would use Ella/Kit's relationship as a justification for the placement and it may have even been higher, but I'm not so ah well.

Some of it boils down to nostalgia. Cinderella was one of the first movies I ever saw and is very special to me. Another big reason is what the relationship means for Cinderella herself. Cinderella endured significant emotional abuse, but always found a way to remain kind. Especially after her step-family destroyed her mother's dress, seeing her at the ball and just so happy as she dances with the prince is beautiful. And Charming looking up, seeing her, and forgetting about everything else as he personally approaches her, especially with how bored he'd been with all the girls going up to him? Perfection. 100% perfection.

Sadly, Charming has the same issue as Snow White's prince in being more of a plot device than an actual character, hence why I can't rank this higher. To Disney's credit they have given Charming a few moments of characterization in other works such as the DTV films, the third one especially doing him a LOT of good. But even without it, sometimes you just like a ship because you like seeing the one-half happy. Seeing Cinderella happy and loved at long last? How could I ask for anymore reason to love these two?

#4. Ariel/Eric

These two are adorable and I love them. Is it another fast-paced one? Yeah, although at least we kind of have a justification for it. Speaking of said justification. Yes, Ariel made a rash decision in becoming human. Does that make her and Eric's relationship bad? No. Eric is what Ariel always imagined about humans. He's friendly, brave, and outright risks his life to save his dog. Who wouldn't fall for that? He's also the first human that Ariel got to see up close and thus she becomes infatuated. Chances are it would have stayed like that if her father didn't take the actions that he did and Ursula used Eric as the catalyst for Ariel taking the deal.

When we finally get the two to interact, it's just adorable. Ariel is living out her dream with her crush. Eric, although infatuated with the mermaid that saved him, is nothing but kind to Ariel. He, a royal who could leave Ariel with anyone else and leave it at that, takes what he thinks is a shipwrecked mute girl back to his home and gives her the royal treatment just because he's a good man. The two's interactions are just so cute with Ariel being so excited and expressive even without her voice and Eric being won over. It's just... dang it they're so cute!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Is the pairing perfect? No. I get it, it's rushed and overly idealistic. Do I care? No. It's a Disney Fairy Tale. I'm here for the warm fuzzies, not cynical reality. And these two ALWAYS give me the warm fuzzies. It's at Number 4 only because I think the Top 3 have more development between the pairings, but it's still in one of the top spots. People will likely always criticize the movie for Ariel and her decisions and I guess we'll see if the remake addresses those things. But for me, I'll always love these two and getting to be a part of their world.

#3. Tiana/Naveen

This could have easily been a miss. Tiana's an independent working woman aiming for her dreams, sacrificing any free time and personal life to do so. Naveen is a spoiled playboy who loves to party and has no sense of responsibility which has caused him to be cut off and left to his own devices. They are such opposite personalities. It would be so easy to make us hate their interactions and make the pairing seem forced. But despite how fast-paced it is, it doesn't feel forced at all.

Not only is it fun to watch these two bicker and clash over their differing lifestyles, but they really did need each other. Naveen needed Tiana to realize his flaws and find the initiative to both take responsibility and have the drive to care for someone outside himself. Tiana needed Naveen to realize that there's more to life than just working and to see that even if she can't reach her dream she has what she needs: love. It's so cute when the two start to bond and start to realize what the other person needs, willing to sacrifice their own needs for that person. They even accept being frogs when it seems they've lost their chance, happy that they can be together.

As I said it's very fast-paced. It's kind of a common trend in the Disney Princess films directed by John Musker and Ron Clements. Yet they somehow do it SO freakin' well. Like I said it was so easy to screw this pair up, but Tiana and Naveen are well-written characters who don't cross the line into annoying and their development comes off as more funny and sweet than annoying. They're great and I love them~!

#2. Aladdin/Jasmine

I adore them so much. I can say that about most of these, but these two? IDK what it is. Maybe it's A Whole New World. Maybe it's the beautiful magic carpet ride along the night sky. I don't know, but I know I love it. Aladdin's a street rat who wants to be seen as more. Jasmine is a princess who just wants her freedom. When the two meet it's love at first sight. Their interactions are so cute and natural and their chemistry just sparks instantly. Despite being from completely different worlds, they connect to feeling trapped in their lives and it's just so beautiful and God I love it~!

The only issue is Aladdin feels unworthy because he's a street rat and Jasmine is obligated by law to marry a prince. Thus once he gets the lamp, he decides to lie and act like he thinks a prince would. What goes horribly wrong as Jasmine is no prize to be won. She liked Aladdin because he treated her as a person and related to her. As far as she's concerned, Prince Ali is just another stuck-up asshole who wanted her for her looks and money and she ain't having it. It's only when Aladdin drops the act and acts like himself that he starts to win Jasmine over, even if he still lies once she figures out he was the same boy she met before.

Once the truth is revealed and Aladdin proves himself by saving the kingdom, the two are free to be together. Aladdin chooses to be true to himself. Jasmine is given the freedom to choose who she wants to love. Jasmine loves Aladdin because he loves her for her. Aladdin loves Jasmine because of her independence and beauty inside and out. It's again a very fast romance, arguably the biggest offender of the 'love at first sight and makes bad decisions due to it' argument (which ironically Aladdin is probably THE most guilty protagonist of this yet he never gets heat unlike the girls, but that's all I'll say). But I don't care. They are adorable and the extended material, DTVs, and the series only made me love them more. I recommend the episode The Secret of Dagger Rock where you get to see what happens when you both kidnap Jasmine's man AND make her mad. You'll NEVER question why Aladdin fell for her when you see that XD

As much as I love these two, there was only one real choice for number one. And it wasn't even close. You all know what it is.

#1. Rapunzel/Eugene

I normally hate going for the obvious, but sometimes there's a reason that it's... well, the obvious. I love these two together so much. Admittedly that can be blamed on the series to some degree, which also really helped Aladdin and Jasmine be in the number two spot. But even discounting that I just love their relationship so much. It starts off as hilarious then becomes sweeter and sweeter until by the end you're bawling your eyes out from sadness then from pure happiness.

Rapunzel is a sheltered girl wanting to see beyond her tower. Eugene, going by Flynn Ryder, is a thief pretending to be something he's not. When the two meet at first Rapunzel has him agree to take her to see the lanterns and Flynn is trying to trick her into giving back the crown he stole. But ultimately they start to bond with Flynn revealing his true name and Rapunzel letting him know about her magic hair, Rapunzel is finally able to connect with someone away from Mother Gothel and Eugene is able to be himself and trust someone after only being with himself for so long.

There are just so many beautiful moments after that. The two having fun in the kingdom with Eugene going out of his way to ensure that Rapunzel has the best time imaginable. The two talking about dreams and finding a new one. The entire I See the Light sequence, which is one of the most beautiful Disney moments ever. Then the ending where Rapunzel is willing to be locked away by Gothel forever just to save Eugene. Eugene, despite dying slowly and painfully, cuts Rapunzel's hair to free her. "He chooses that over his own life"You were my new dream." Just... just everything oh my God. Now, of course, Eugene survives and the two get their happily ever after, and out of all of the happily ever afters, theirs feel the most powerful and it only got better in the series.

Just talking about it now makes me emotional. It's just so beautiful and pure and everything I dream of when it comes to love. These are two people that found what they needed in each other and they're both willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the other's sake. It's done in such a fun yet beautiful way and I just love them. I know I've said that about almost all of these, but this one? Aside from Mickey and Minnie, this is the best romance that Disney has ever done bar none. It is my favorite of the Disney Princess romances and while I know to never say never, it's gonna be tough to ever top this one.

And that's all for this year! Hopefully next year I won't forget. Maybe I'll finally do a new version of that Top 10 OPT list, we'll see. But thank you all for reading and have a Happy Valentine's Day~!

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Request for your celebration:

🤗💞 Congrats againnnn!! 💞🎉😘

Ok so I have two, I'm not asking for both whatsoever.. I just wanted to throw them out there cause they came to me when I was reading through the stuff to choose from.. 😆🤗

Immortality: I was thinking Max Phillips. Since ya know he's a vampire and such.. I figured I'd suggest him since you haven't done anything for him yet, unless you got something planned.. If so completely ignore me asking for him.. 😆

The idea: I don't really know.. Only reason is, is because you do so so amazing with everyone and I've loved your iron Chef lil stories.. And I think you'd do awesome with him. A loose idea that just came to me, lol- he moves into a new town and stumbles into reader/oc and they click right away. And he is cute but cocky as always about wanting to change her cause he's already so in love with her.. Idk, you don't have to use that idea or Max, lol. 💞

Reunion: maybe Whiskey or ooo the thief from the wine commercial.. 🤔 ( don't mind the ooo part, it just came to me as I was thinking.. 😆🙈 )

With Jack, he has a childhood friend or love that they loose touch because he has to move away to go to training for statesmen. Then he comes back and sees how amazing she looks and falls in love and all that cuteness.

With the thief, he's had a partner in crime for the first few years of his thieving career, then one of them has to move or is forced to go away.. And they come back all these years later, and see how great the other is doing.. Wants to reconnect and they do, then fall in love & such.

You can use whatever you want from this. Can change around whatever or whoever goes with what idea. This is just some idea crumbs I'm gifting you, lol. 💞😆 I trust you completely, lol. 💞

Lotus these are fantastic asks! I went back and forth on what to do, but then I got a little inkling of an interesting story. Maybe not exactly what you asked for, but something I thought you'd enjoy. Plus I just watched Bloodsucking Bastards (which was SO MUCH FUN I had a blast!) and the inspiration vampire bit hard.

Negotiations

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader

Summary: Max Phillips never found marketing to be all that helpful. Hell, running an ad on Facebook was easy enough. But then you walked in the door and he knew he had to have you, in all the ways he could.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: T, descriptions of male and female bodies, some fantasizing and suggestive themes. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: I got a crazy idea thinking about Max in an office setting that set off a chain reaction and now we're here. Thank you to the Discord besties for helping me flesh out some of the details. Enjoy!

He’s due for a drink when he first meets you, and that’s why, he tells himself, he smiled so widely, shook your hand a little longer than he meant to, and shamelessly let his eyes roam your blazer and matching skirt.

Because you smell absolutely delicious.

The HR rep droning next to him is talking, something something “marketing” something else “strategist,” he couldn’t care less but he nods like he’s listening. You smile, eyes darting between them, and he can almost feel your pulse hammering away next to your sensible neckline. He excuses himself to his office to get a quick sip in, blanching at turning the mailroom clerk who always smells faintly of onions when your hot blood is so close, so tantalizing.

Max Phillips has to have you, even just the tiniest taste. He isn’t sure what it is - do you have a rare blood type? Some exotic heritage? The perfect cocktail of supplements that makes you mouthwatering? He doesn’t know, but definitely intends to find out.

At first that's all it is, inter-office flirtations that never go further than a comment or a carefully worded question. He’ll catch you in the hall - “Marketing,” he’ll say with a nod and overly-serious voice, to which you'll roll your eyes and answer, “Sales,” in much the same way - and try to get you to stop for a moment. Most times you have places to go, strategy meetings and the like, but he's planting the seeds. As enjoyable as getting high off your scent is, he basks in the hunt just as much.

He syncs up your lunch breaks to catch you off guard, encroaching on the safe zone of the break room. The first few times people tried to come in and interrupt his careful courtship he glared at them so hard they almost swallowed their own tongues. Lunches had been uninterrupted since then.

You most likely suspect his intentions to woo you, keeping your distance for a time, but the lunch breaks are an innocent way for him to creep closer. Like a panther stalking through the underbrush, Max compliments your outfits, asks you about your work, and tries his damnedest to make you feel like the only person he sees when you walk in a room.

“Of course you’d think we’re just a cost center, your heads are so inflated I’m surprised they haven’t widened the doors,” you say over your eighth (ninth?) lunch break together while Max pretends to pick at a salad. Neither of you ever seem to eat much, preferring the pace of conversation you set - fast, ricocheting, frenetic. Plus Max has tastier things on his mind, like the soft swell of your breast peeking through the button of your blouse. He normally prefers the quick and easy method of the neck, but if he could sample you from there…well, he’d have other problems to take care of in that case.

“Well once you can tie any of your little ‘campaigns’ to some real dollars I’ll admit marketing is worth keeping around.” His tone is playful but Max studies your reaction. You smile ruefully, lacquered fingernails scraping along the shiny red skin of your apple, otherwise untouched.

“If I ever got the Max Phillips to admit marketing is useful, I’d faint.” Max tries to slide his eyes to you coyly but they dart up instead, a smile widening on his face.

“Oh yeah? Let’s up the stakes then. If you make us a sale, any amount of money, with one of your tactics in the next month, I will admit marketing is useful. But if you fail, I get to take you out to Dorne’s for dinner. And you’ll accept.” He knows he’s showing his hand too soon, rookie mistake, you gotta bring the catch in slowly, drag it out longer, tease it…

“Okay Max, that’s a deal. Shake on it?” you say, holding out your hand. Max notices a tiny tremor in it, a sparkle of excitement in your eyes. He takes your hand into his larger one, your grip firm, grounding.

It doesn’t matter to Max whether or not you win, just that he's all the closer to getting his mouth, and teeth, on you. 

He pays more attention to what’s going on in your department that month. Between the lunch visits where he tries to ascertain how it’s going (you’re tight-lipped) and his casual check-ins with sales leads (they don’t get why he cares about marketing and not sales numbers), he’s driving himself insane. He gets a few bites in before the end of the month to even out his mood, but none of them spark in his belly the way you do.

As the deadline nears, Max notices you staying a little later, blue light illuminating your face in the darkness of your office. He watches in shadow, the office empty except for the two of you. Your chin in your hand as your eyes skim the screen. The way the light spills between your breasts and dances along your collarbone. The attractive curve of your arms and legs, twisted or tapping against something as he sees the fatigue setting in. Only a thin pane of glass and darkness separates you, and the overwhelming urge to take and feed and breed surges through Max’s body. He palms his cock and finds it achingly hard, a thin choked gasp escaping his mouth.

At that moment your eyes flick up, and Max swears they land on him. It’s not possible, he’s shrouded in darkness deeper than a human eye can perceive, yet you hold your gaze and it’s eerily close. Your lips quirk up into a smile, and mouth, “Hello Max.”

He flees.

He’s not proud of it, but even the notion that you, a mortal, insignificant in any way could catch him even when he’s employed his very unique skills casts doubt over him. Has he lost his touch? Is this strange obsession making him careless? When he’s out of the building he chastises himself. You couldn’t have seen him, must have been a lucky (or unlucky) coincidence that you mouthed his name.

The tightness in his pants worsens thinking of your lips parting over the short syllables.

The next day Max walks in with a bounce in his step, however feigned it might be, and is met with an abundance of excitement. Cocking his brow and sauntering into the break room, the noise seems to be centered around you.

“I don’t think that's happened since we started!”

“Just some targeted ads, plus Marketo gathering some good leads, and of course our partnership with sales.” Max hears your voice, light and happy, as he works his way into the gaggle of warm-bloods.

“What are we celebrating?” he asks innocently, half the room shrinking away and shushing at his presence. You’re seated at the break table, a folder open in front of you. When Max makes his way closer you tap your manicured finger against the printout.

“Paid social ad with a link to a free trial led to an unsolicited call and, wouldn’t you know it, they made a decision on the spot. First marketing-led sale in company history,” you reply smugly. There on the page is a dollar amount, and it’s not insignificant. One look into your eyes, bright with accomplishment, makes everyone else fade around him. In that moment he wants nothing more than to tell you he’s impressed, proud even. Then he wants to capture your lips, smear your lipstick against his greedy mouth, and spread you out on the table. To feast or to fuck, he’s not sure which, but if his blood could still pump it would be roaring in his ears.

“Boss? We were going to go out for a drink after work to celebrate, you’re…more than welcome,” a timid voice says behind Max, but he’s still trying to pull himself back and away from the triumph in your eyes. He finally does one of those little coughs and straightens back up.

“No, that’s all right, I’ve got other plans,” he says, a knowing look cast in your direction. Your smirk softens, a slight nod sent in his direction. “Good work Marketing, I’ll have to admit…you’ve proven yourself useful.”

As the words leave his lips a strange sort of shiver runs up his back, a tickle along his tongue reminiscent of spice lingering. His head lightens for a moment before coming back to himself, blinking quickly and checking to see if anyone noticed. They’re all filing out or preoccupied with chatting. Only you are still watching him, and with a flutter of your lashes you take in a deep breath.

And Max watches you change.

It’s subtle, nothing the warm-bloods notice, but the glow in your cheeks heightens, your hair gaining additional luster and something flashes in your eyes triumphant. It’s gone in a breath, you standing and gathering your folder and passing Max with a nod and a wink.

“Feels nice to get a big win,” you murmur as you pass, and Max is left contemplating who won what here, because it seems like you gained a much greater prize. 

Max tries to occupy himself during the day, but his eyes keep sliding to the clock, waiting for the 5pm bailout as everyone heads to the bar. He counts five extra minutes and exits, and it’s no surprise that you’re still at your desk while everyone else is celebrating. A few strides have him at your office door, pushing through and shutting it behind him as you look up from your work.

“Yes?” you ask, maybe a little too innocently as Max scrutinizes your office. You put down your pen and lean back in your chair, waiting patiently until he meets your gaze.

“Are you going to be a sore loser about this? A deal’s a deal. And I’ve already cashed in.” You smile at him, a fondness he didn’t expect crinkling the corners of your eyes. But Max studied more than just business management in Romania, and he has a suspicion of what he’s looking at now. And why he’s been so drawn to you for weeks. 

“You took something I didn’t know I was giving up,” he says calmly, smoothly. Hot-headedness doesn’t benefit him here. Not when he understands his opponent now. Your face is schooled into careful contemplation, twisting in your swivel chair to regard him. 

“Doesn’t violate our deal, and I didn’t think you’d miss it. You have plenty, after all,” you chuckle, and the band in Max’s chest snaps as his assumption is confirmed. 

“I didn’t know I was making a deal with a Fae, which some could argue is a rather large omission,” Max shoots back. He expects some anger, or surprise, but instead you laugh. You goddamn laugh and Max bunches his hands into fists at his side.

“Oh Max, don’t pretend. This has nothing to do with the deal and everything to do with being deceived,” you purr, standing to stalk over to him. “After all, I was already operating at less than a full hand. Marketing can be a challenge, but I do like the glamor of it.” 

As you sweep your hand at the word glamor the facade shimmers for a brief moment. The shine of your eyes is now iridescent like the surface of a soap bubble, pupiless and radiant. Shiny translucent wings flutter so quickly in the corner of his eye that Max can barely see them, the low buzz of their vibration now reaching his ears. You reach up to smooth his lapel and the overwhelming scent of forest rot, new growth, decay and rebirth assault his senses. Shaking his head, he attempts to step back but his legs lock up. He knows before he sees the ring of mushrooms, hidden from a mortal's view, surrounding your desk.

Fairy circle.

He’s so fucked.

“I don’t suppose we can part ways and let each other be? You go forth creating your little army of vamp sales reps and I continue charming customers through the door? It seems like a perfect partnership, Max, one I hoped for from the first day.” The fresh scent of spring permeates the room, your face turned up to him. He shakes his head to clear it.

“Thought the Fae liked contracts,” he shoots back, struggling for even footing in your home turf. You shrug, leaning back against the edge of your desk.

“Some do. I have lots of family in legal, a few in sales like you. Me, I found that all boring. A quick and dirty deal over a handshake - now that's my kind of magic. Plus pride is such an intoxicating emotion, and oh so many deals are won and lost over it.” The stimulation of being in your presence causes Max to lash out, fangs baring as he reaches to capture your wrists. One hand held up to his chest stops him cold. The fairy circle is working against him.

“Now there’s no need to get rude, I thought we were having a nice time? All of our talks, our lunches together. I could tell you wanted me,” you tease, dragging a finger down the solid line of his broad chest, fingers dipping over the shirt buttons. “I imagine my glamored form smells delicious. Something about the secret always makes it sweeter.” You trail your fingers back up his chest and lightly stroke along his jawline. The muscles bulge and twist below. 

“Thought about ripping your throat out and gorging myself,” Max spits out, fighting against your restraints. He wants to run, he’s been outmatched and outplayed, but his inability to think beyond his bottom line made him miss yours, and now he’s paying for it. 

“Well we won’t be doing any of that. But I know you want me in other ways. Could practically smell your arousal last night, when you were watching me.” Max’s face heats up - you did see him, of course you did - as you guide his head down to meet yours. You brush your nose against his beautifully curved on. “Let’s put this little outburst aside and taste each other in a different way.” Your lips graze his earlobe, a light drag against his cheek. But his pride, what’s left of it since you fed, can’t let him have this.

“And what’s the deal for that, Fae? What do you need to take on while you deprive me? While you deceive me.” 

You step back, your face falling visibly. Max’s win is short lived, and nowhere near triumphant. 

“Is that what you think this is about?” you murmur. Then anger, hot as sun-baked stone glows beneath your glamor. “Did I ask for your memories? For a promise of fealty, or an impossible task? My brethren would not have been so kind. I took a sip from an overflowing cup, your limitless pride, and you call it deception.” Max feels his invisible bonds loosen as you move to the side of the desk, leaning against it and massaging your temples. As fast as the anger came it dissipates, and all Max can smell is the electricity of a storm before the first strike. 

“You fooled me,” he admits, as much as it tears into his chest to say it. “I don’t like being the last to know when a deal's rigged.”

Your smile is rueful, and a physical push against his chest. Max stumbles out of the fairy ring, strength and agency returning to him. He waits for the fury to build again, but your profile is lined with aching exhaustion, and sadness. It sucks the wind from his sails.

“You were the first one to know, Max, not the last. I had no machinations in place after the deal we made.” You pause, a hitch in your breath. “I thought…” Another breath, steadier now. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t think this was the right fit for me after all.” You turn your head to look at Max, and that desire to be close to you, to make you his, the need for you that existed behind the feeding pulls to the front.

“Wait, let’s just…” Max starts to say, but the regretful look you give him is the last thing he sees before a crackle of static and light sweeps you from your office.

The freak lightning storm fades into the background of Max’s employees’ minds, as well as their memory of you. HR sends a memo that you had to leave suddenly for a family emergency, but Max knows he drove you away. 

He tries not to dwell on it, on you. You, with the smile that makes his heart flutter. You, who challenged him with your quips and banter. You, who were so much more than he anticipated and now…he misses. 

He shouldn’t. He should chalk himself up as lucky that he didn’t make a more dangerous deal, that you only took something small and that he had plenty of. All he’d ever been told about the Fae was how cunning they were, that their mouth always spoke two languages at once and what you should never say or do.

Never make a deal.

Never desire to hold one, especially not against its wishes.

Never call upon one, even in your darkest times.

And never let one see what you desire most of all. 

It takes three weeks for Max to pull down the blue dish from his top shelf. He slowly drizzles honey into opaque milk, setting it on an open windowsill in his apartment. He then lays on his couch, back to the plate, and thinks of you.

It takes less time than he thought. That makes him smile.

“I didn’t expect you for several hours.”

The slow sip of the milk and honey lasts a moment before he hears the dish placed back on the sill. 

“Maybe I was thinking of you.”

The tightening in his chest elicits a cough, a return to composure, but he was always going to be at a disadvantage with you.

“Nice to know I still have that effect even on non-humans,” he tries to chuckle. Silence meets him.

“What do you want, Max? Your pride back? It’s practically overflowing again, you’re like a never-ending buffet of self-confidence.” He does laugh at that, letting his head thump against the couch armrest. Your shadow slinks across his floor, shimmering ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry. I was angry. Not just about the deal, but that I didn’t win.” Max shifts uncomfortably on the couch, feeling your eyes on him. This is a level of vulnerability he gives no one, and he’s showing you his belly in the most humiliating way. “I was planning to taste you, I’m not gonna lie about that, but I was also looking forward to…ah, well, to taking you out to Dorne’s. I thought you’d look nice in candlelight. And they have a killer tres leches cake. And…maybe if I played my cards right, you’d let me kiss you.” Max’s mouth finally stops. And waits. When you don’t say anything he closes his eyes and scrubs his hand over his forehead. 

“Yeah, I’ve fucked this up, you can just…” he starts to say, then two cool hands wrap around his wrists, pressing them down beside his head. His eyes fly open to find you sliding down to straddle his waist, eyes locked onto his mouth as his lips part. You're in something lighter, a flowing dress that drapes over his lap and slides over your curves as you settle on him.

“You called me and I came to hear you out,” you say, leaning down to brush your lips over his softly. “Now, you did piss me off something fierce, but I’m willing to let it go in return for something you can offer me.” The warmth of your body against his and the loosening of your fingers lets him envelope you in his arms. 

“Are you looking to make another deal?” he whispers against your skin.

“More like a challenge. I do know how much you like those.” 

He surges up to devour your lips, palming your lower back and crushing you against him. The delightful moan you plant in his mouth has him rocking against your heat recklessly.

 “What is it then?”

“Make it up to me.”

END