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blue-jisungs · 10 months

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HELLO ALEXA 👀👀 i see ur a fellow polish person i. This community so i decided to check out ur blog and omg??? Ur writing is so good 😭

Anyways i was thinking of requesting maby a little Imagnie of surprising beomgyu on their recent tour, like he spots his s/o from the crowd,

I think this is such a cute idea , no rush ofc!

Also could i please be added to ur taglist 🫶🏻 thank u !

reunion

a/n. HELLO!!! thank you sm for such kind words <33 ii tried adding you to the taglist but i couldnt tag you?? ALSO sorry you had to wait for so long for it + tje imagine :( so long that even the tour ended BYE i hope u don’t mind it turned a bit… angsty 🏃‍♀️💨

summary. moas is think that the lyrics of blue spring are the reason why beomgyu teared up during the last concert of their tour but really, it’s not it

warnings. cursing ++ a bit angst / comfort ?

the tour has been emotional for them. beomgyu missed you, he thought he might go insane if he won’t hold you in his arms soon. sure, you called each other but it was difficult; knowing you sacrifice your sleep to talk to him or just to see him (due to the time zones or just the fact that you both were free during evening/late night hours). he needed to hold you; kiss you. beomgyu is a lover, he loves with all of his heart. and it was his first tour without you by his side.

so even though there was a bitter feeling of their last concert right now, he knew you’ll be together again; soon.

coming back backstage from “farewell neverland” to have a wardrobe change, he could slowly feel the exhaustion hit his body. moas were waiting for them (well, they didn’t know they will be back) so he has to be strong.

entering his change room quickly and wiping the sweat of his forehead, he realised his makeup artist is gone. where are they? he only has maximum five minutes before coming back so– right, he has to change.

just when he pulled the t-shirt, there was a knock on his door.

“yes, come in” he called, grabbing his water bottle. watching the door, brows furrowed in worry – because why the hell is the makeup artist taking so damn long? – he froze. “y/n?”

you let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. beomgyu dropped the water bottle (that was luckily closed) and ran up to you, heart skipping a beat. in a blink of an eye his arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he was afraid you’ll disappear into thin air.

“are you real?” he mumbled into your shoulder, the feeling of your hands wrapping around his neck causing shivers to go down his spine.

“i am, gyu. it’s me” you giggled, caressing his hair in a soothing motion. his heart did a flip at the sound of the nickname rolling off your tongue; god, he missed that so much.

choking back a sob he leaned away and cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks. eyes scanning your face carefully, taking in all your facial features as if he was about to forget the second he looked away.

“one minute!”

“fuck” he grunted, letting out an airy laugh. you could see his eyes watering.

“hey… i won’t disappear. go out there, sing beautifully for moas as you always do and then we’ll have all the time in the world” you said, placing your hands on top of his “i will watch you on the… tv thingy”

“i missed you so much” beomgyu whispered, heart swelling in his chest. he leaned in, wanting to kiss you but kai appeared out of nowhere and pulled him by his arm. it all happened so fast he didn’t even realise.

going back on stage to sing “blue spring”, beomgyu was an emotional mess, a bubble mere moments from popping. he thought it’s because the song itself is touching but the truth was, it was a lot. the song, the fact it’s their last concert and also in such a big venue and… you. you were waiting backstage for him, after all those months of seeing just your face through the screen.

he didn’t even feel the tear running down his cheek, only realised when it got hard to sing. his breath got stuck in his throat, hands shaking. if they weren’t sitting, beomgyu wouldn’t be so sure if he could stand still.

others looked at him, only kai aware that you’re here. he sent beomgyu a reassuring smile.

beomgyu promised himself to finish the song, trying to hold in the tears. his glossy eyes shone when his close up appeared on the screen, causing moas to… sadden. seeing beomgyu like this was never fun, for anyone.

at this point, moas could hear his uneven breathing and single tears trailing down his cheeks. beomgyu was holding on by a thread, knowing that he’ll fall apart soon.

once the song was over, he turned around and quickly wiped his tears. fighting for a best smile for moas, he waved and tried to focus on the arena in front of him. taehyun gave him a small pat on the shoulder, nodding.

the moas in front of him were teary eyed, too. clutching his shirt, he sent them a reassuring smile that said everything will be okay. they slowly left the stage.

he quickly got back to his changing room, where you were. opening the door, seeing you again — this time knowing, he won’t have to go away — he broke down. harsh sobs leaving his mouth, shaky hands reaching out to hold you.

“hey, gyu… it’s okay” you mumbled, feeling yourself break too. he was murmuring some incoherent words and when his body met yours, they became a unaudiable mess.

“i love you” was all you could hear as his arms held you even closer to him. your presence, warmth; beomgyu finally felt at peace, as if a heavy burden was taken off his heart.

“i’m here now, not going anywhere. let it out, gyu” you reassured him through your own tears and sobs. hiding his head in your neck, he listened to you.

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yuyu1024 · 5 months

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We still have 15mins

Pairings: Jongho x Y/N

Genre/tags: secret relationship

Warning: 🔞 smut/angst, cursing, pet names, mention of alcohol/drinking, smoking, jealousy

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: last one for the short one shots/drabbles. This was the last one i posted before the whole 'i deleted my acct issue' 😭 ughh now... thank you for all the likes and reblogs btw.

Will try to post more when inspiration comes and have a break at work and my sideline 😅

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Your department all went out last night to celebrate one of your team's birthday. Every one had a drink and had a blast doing karaoke, particularly you. You rarely go out to party since you are always in the office doing work. And during your free time its either you are at home sleeping or visiting your sister who just gave birth a few months ago to help.

"There she is!" Your friend, Han says as you approach your desk beside him. "The main event!" He is teasing you from last night. You had quite a drink so you sang your heart out like younare having a solo concert last night.

"Stop!" You cover your face embarassed.

"I didn't know you could last that long..." he adds

"I didn't either." You sit on your chair, still giggling.

"Next time... when we are free again. Let's go another round! I will have to battle you. I just got drunk early so I didn't got the chance to sing more."

"Sure! Why not? Let's see who will last long..." You agree

"Last long... on what?"

Both you and Han stiffens as you both heard his voice.

"Ahm, sir?" Han slowly turns around, smiling.

It's your boss, Jongho. The owner of the company you are working at.

"What are you guys talking about? Is it related to work?"

You roll your eyes, "Sir... it's not yet 8am..."

Han's eyes widens. "Yah... what are you doing?" He mouths

"I see..." Jongho snorts a laugh but it sounded irritated.

"Y/N, come to my office." He turns his back to both of you. "Now." He orders

Han panicks and starts nagging you. "Why did you talk back? Oh my gosh! I hope he does not fire you or what! Omg Y/N!"

You smile at him, "Don't worry... he will not fire me. We are not being lazy at work. We arrived 30mins ahead of time... plus we are only talking about our karaoke last night.nothing suspecious..." you stand up and grab your notebook and pen. "Plus... he'll not survive without me. I sort all his schedule and reports." You wink at your friend. "He needs me."

You bravely walk towards his office at the end of the suit. Pushing the heavy wooden double doors, you see him standing near the window, looking outside.

"Close the door." He says

You did as he says. Then you strut your way towards his desk.

"What can I do for you, sir?" You say with a tone like he didn't just asked you to come in after talking back at him.

He breathe a small smile. "You're a dare devil... talking back to me..." he turns to face you. His arms crossed over his chest.

"Well... you are acting up. Han and I were just ta--"

"Han and I...?" he repeats your words. "You two... are close?"

"We are. He's a nice person. And funny..."

His expression changes. He snarls at your answer. "Y/N... are you trying to make me jealous?"

"No...but... are you?" You ask, smirking.

He inhales and exhales. He's trying to control his senses and thoughts. "Don't mess with me... you know the consequences if you do..."

If he could use his position in your work to taunt you or make you do things with his order, you can too play the same game with him by using your charm and making him jealous.

"And what if... I know..." you say as you put your pen and notebook on his desk, leaning forward a bit making sure he sees you are wearing something sexy under that blazer you are wearing. "And I don't care... what will you do?"

The push up bra that your sister gifted you last christmas came to handy today.

"Come here." He orders

You gladly walked around his desk, to stand in front of your boss who is also your boyfriend, that no one knows.

"You are being so naughty..." he cups your face and then kisses you on the lips.

"Coz I could sense that my CEO has been wanting my attention so bad at work lately..." you move forward, making sure there are no space between you two. "See...he's already hard and wanting me." You add as you palm his hard erection.

"I do want my girl's attention so bad..." he hums as he kisses you on the neck. "But she's busy talking to other guys... and I don't like that..."

You giggle as you find Jongho so cute when he's jealous and needy for your attention. "You know your my only man right..." you caress his erection even more as he trail kisses on your exposed skin. "You're the only man I love..."

"Ugh..." he hisses as your hand continues to tease his bulge, squeezing it lightly even. "Fuck." He hisses, moving his pelvis along your rythm.

"Do you want my help?" You ask watching him close his eyes, feeling every touch and caress you give him.

"I have a meeting at 8am sharp."

"We still have 15mins." You grin then pushing him to his chair. "Spread your legs..." you order as you take your blazer off revealing the v-neckline top you are wearing that shows a very good amount of cleavage.

"Fuck Y/N...." he is already breatheless just by watching you man handle him. He likes it when you take control. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He is so sensitive and excited at the same time.

When you unzip his trousers and pull out his thick length, you could see and hear him already moaning under his breathe by just the vision of you holding his dick and pumping him.

"Shall we talk about your schedule for todag while I pump you or... do you want me to..." you pause and run your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, also licking the pre-cum. "Fuck you with my mouth."

"Fuck the schedule!" He snarls, throwing his head back. "Y/N... I want your mouth..."

You smile, "Okay sir..."

You take his whole thick length in your mouth. You make sure that every inch is wet and tasted. You swirl your tongue around him, feeling every vein and roughness of it. You are getting high just by the fullness his cock is giving you.

"Holy shit.... nggghuuuhhh..." he is on heaven right now. He is sweating bullets everytime you suck him. "Sweetie, your so fucking good."

You like it when he compliments you. It's making you to do well and more.

You bop your head in a rythm that is making him go insane. His tip reaching the back of your throat and the warmness of your mouth is making his length twitch and ready to explose.

"Fuck! Sweetie, I'm.... aaaahh nggguuuuhhhhh..." he's about to come. Although he wants you to swallow, he can't risk it at the office. He moved so quickly and grab the nearest tissue and pulls out and let himself come into his hand.

You are giggling watching him empty himself in his hand, "that's quite a lot." You wipe the corner of your mouth. "Next time... I would love to have all of that be inside me..."

"Don't worry, Sweetie." He grunts cleaning his length. "Tonight... you can have all of me in you..." he smirks.

"I can't wait." You say as you start to fix yourself up. "Or maybe later? Lunch break?"

He frowns. "I thought I have a scheduled meeting at lunch right?"

"Well..." you lean in for another kiss whilst you voluntarily fix his trouser, zipping it as well. "I had your meeting booked at this restaurant... the same hotel that we first...you know..." you trail off

"Perfect." He smiles, grabbing a handful of your ass. "See you later at lunch then."

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httpiastri · 16 days

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i’ll keep this short because i feel like you might be getting tired of my really really long long asks and also because my heart still aches from yesterday so im not feeling v talkative so

- you made a type in pepe’s name and you made him pee and idk i found it funny okay 😭😭 and its ironic because as i was typing this i made the same typo too

- def trust your intuition!! i’m literally just a teenage girl but there’s been instances where trusting my gut feeling has lead me out and away from really danger or at least warned me enough about it so i could mentally prepare for it

- and i also agree that there doesn’t have to be many coincidences for it to mean something!! sometimes just one coincidence is enough because of the timing and nature of the way it even came about yk?

- i was kinda raised with the beliefs of two religions…? if that makes sense, of course. but even when one religion contrasted the idea of fate and destiny i think it’s something younger me could never shake off and no amount of lessons could ever change that belief in me, and idk but pepe’s season so far kinda made me religious again (this sounds so stupid i’m so sorry 😭😭) but like i do believe in fate and destiny but also in manifestation (which basically means we choose and create our path in life) but rn i’m believing in fate and that there is a reason why his luck (and i say luck and not season, because he is a very talented driver, and the only thing that has been messing him up is his luck) is so awful rn, and that he will shine on the top step of the podium again. he won in barcelona last year, and did the so so good in all barcelona testing’s this year, so even if monaco messes up his race again (which i pray does not happen), barcelona will take good care of her golden child, pepe.

- i realise ive rambled too much again 😕😕

- but yeah omg one of my biggest questions when i was child was why i was put on this world at this exact time and this location because like?? i was always a very emotional child but i was always grateful to be surrounded by so many lovely people, even when i was being bullied in school or whatever. but i also used to feel guilty because why me? when there are others in the world suffering, why did i get the better life, but i think that’s a bit too much for rn.

- also i think paul’s cockiness isn’t too surprising, i think in circumstances where he’s doing really well after two very important teams didn’t stick by him, it’s understandable that he would be acting that way but some of the things he says just makes me go a bit 😦😦 like the wonder kid comment and yesterday’s comment

- but yes i tried to keep it short but i really hope pepe gets his chance to do well again, and i hope its a win, because you mentioned patterns with maiden wins and yesterday my feed decided to just fill itself with pepe posts and i saw one from you from last year: https://www.tumblr.com/httpiastri/732051888669917184 and in the tags you said he had such a good start to the season but then got unlucky and i just looked back at last year’s race results and his dnfs at the end of season were so horrible too BUT he also did end up with 3 wins that season so maybe its like a sandwich pattern thing… where he did well at the start last year, got unlucky at the end of season, got unlucky again (minus his first race podium) and then becomes supremely lucky again at the middle to end of this season

idk im so tired and upset rn and another word i don’t know in english but i hope your week gets better as it goes by!! monaco is just this week so in a few days time, this won’t be the most recent pepe race that we remember, and hopefully by then his luck has changed so the most recent pepe week we remember is an amazing one (i hope that sentence made sense because my brain’s been lagging a bit recently) but yes, thank you for taking the time to reply to my v long asks, and i hope i haven’t been stressing you out with these asks because i really don’t want you to feel pressured to always type out a really long reply to mine— but anyway, have a lovely day ahead, and an even better tomorrow!!💗💗

p.s. thank you for writing about pepe snapping at you and giving you the silent treatment and accidentally making you cry because i imagined the exact same thing yesterday and now it’s in written form so i’m def not going crazy 😵‍💫😵‍💫 but i think id feel guilty if i cried and he had to comfort me because he’s been the one with the horrible luck these past few months?? not me?? but i think it could lead to some really sweet bonding where i give him one of my good luck charms which lead him to win or at least score a podium finish in his next race so

oops i rambled again im so sorry 😭😭😭

- 🪷

?!?! i would NEVER get tired of your messages wth???????? theyre the highlights of my day honestly 😭 im so sorry for being late to answer sometimes but ive been so extremely tired these last few weeks…. i promise to get better 💔 but please never feel like you have to make a message short or like you can't send this or that!!!!!!!!

i looooved reading the pee part of this message because i was like "😭😭 r u gonna realize why i wrote that maybe…." 😭😭😭😭😭😭 and then seeing these messages made me laugh out loud aaaa

i have decided to trust my intuition more bcs of you !!! it will be interesting where it takes me even if it's abt smaller things :)

don't say it's stupid, i think it makes sense!!! personally i feel like life is a good mix of all of those and while i do think you can choose a lot of what happens to you, i guess i believe that not everything can be changed because some things are more fate-y. but i do believe that everything will work out in the end and even if things don't go how you intend them to (/what you manifest), you'll get the right results in the end as long as you have the right mindset & so on? if that makes sense?? im also a believer in karma so like if you do good things then good things will definitely happen to you. so i 100% agree abt pepe and the fate thing, it doesn't matter if he has a few tough races because he's a good driver and deserves to do well, so if he just keeps fighting and doesn't give up then he will be rewarded in the end 🥺 oh i will be so so so happy if he gets that home race win again, it would truly be the highlight of my year 😭 but i have a good feeling about monaco again !!!!

yesss i feel the exact same way, i feel so insanely lucky to have grown up in this country, in this family, with all of these opportunities and all of the good stuff around me.... i think that a lot of stuff i do today also are very deeply connected to things i felt in my childhood? in a way that i feel like i've had like revelations abt stuff????? like i went through a rlly hard time with my family when i was like 10 and i really didn't wanna go to practice, but the second i met my friends and started playing i was just like "aH this sport has the ability of erasing all of my issues?? sign me the f up" and so 12 years later, ive dedicated my whole life to it..... idk if you get what i mean but i have so many other examples but 😭 but yes i totally get the guilty feeling, esp when im not doing what i should be or like using the opportunities ive been given. the fact that im allowed to go to school, which btw is for free (!!!!), and yet i don't find the energy to study? when people all over the world would kill to learn how to read?? and so on

oh yes 100%, i love the cockiness tbh, it's well-deserved. just like i love pepe's attitude too 🥰

yes yes yes it definitely could be!!!! fingers crossed for a good middle of the season 🥺 also so silly that i wrote abt spa because i was like sooo torn in spa 😭 because obvs i love him (wasn't as obsessed as i am rn tho) but i was so shocked at how he didn't get any kind of penalty (or did i forget abt that?...)...... yes it was probs the team's fault but still 😵

you put it very well, this weekend will be amazing and definitely one to remember <3333 thank you for taking the time to send me these long asks love!!! you definitely have not been stressing me out, i love love reading them and i do not feel pressured. i hope you're having a lovely week s far and that it gets better and better for the weekend !!!!!💗

awwww darling im definitely not going crazy too...... i love his soft side but i also like him showing a bit of emotion yk?? and yes pls like "no don't say you're sorry, im sorry that i haven't supported you enough for a win" 🥺 good luck charms thoooo....... my heart is melting 😭

yet again, shuuuush i don't wanna hear u saying u rambled too much!! you didn't ramble enough, i want twice this much next time!!!!!!! (pls don't feel pressured to write if you don't want to shdjfkhd i just love hearing from you 🥺 no matter if its short or long)(though i prefer long 🥰)

#maybe if i send him a good luck charm rn he'll do well this weekend #express post #pls quick delivery #hope ur having a lovely dayyyy <333 take care of yourself!!!!#asks!#anon!#lotus anon!#🪷

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flameohotwife · 1 year

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2022 Writing Year in Review

Yeah, I know it's 2023 already. I'm just now finding a smidge of time to get to the asks/ask games/etc. that I've gotten bc the holidays have been so busy. Thank you @benwvatt and @chocomd for the tag!

1. Number of stories posted to Ao3: 13! one of those was started in 2021 though with the last chapter of it posted in 2022, so 12 fics (+ one chapter) written entirely in 2022

2. Word count this year: 105,816 according to ao3

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Avatar: Legend of Korra (which I tag most of my adult kataang stories as, especially if they include cloud-babies or spice, to be safe, even though I know it is between the two series. But tagging adult kataang as only AtLA seems to invite the pedo-accusations, despite the fact that we KNOW Aang and Katara grew up and had babies together which means they did the deed at least a few times, but ya know... that's a rant for another day.)

4. Pairings: Aang/Katara

5. Stories with the most:

Kudos: Unspoken, Undeniable (rated T)

Bookmarks: Growing Pains (rated E)

Comment threads: UU and then GP, because they are both multi-chap stories. After that, though, it was Free as the Wind (rated T) which is still *technically* 2 chapters although I only decided to split it in two at the last minute since it was so long for ease of reading. It is more of a one-shot in my head still.

Word count: UU, definitely, at 44,409 (51,354 if you include the epilogue)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): Probably UU, because it was the first ever intentional multi-chap that I planned out, wrote out, and finished, all in the span of this year!

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): Probably Silence and Sparrowkeets (rated T). I wrote it for kataang week theme quiet moments/healing, and while I still do like a lot of elements of the story that I incorporated, it just falls a little flat for me for some reason.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: Some of my favorite reviews this year have been from @kataangisforlovers and @chocomd, because they always manage to see the underlying themes I'm pulling in or the things about the AtLA world that I'm trying to expose (often having to do with canon racism). I cannot express how much I have valued their input, both on ao3 comments and behind the scenes.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: omg, so many times. I have had a harder time separating from my daily life stressors in order to immerse myself in my writing. Part of that has been guilt over what I *could* be accomplishing instead of writing. And I have been more productive irl. There were also a few times where fandom drama really felt like it was imploding and I wasn't sure I *wanted* to write anymore. And interaction has definitely been lower this year. Overall though I still have things to say about kataang and their relationship and their family and Aang and Katara as individuals with a lot of trauma, so I keep writing when I can.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: Absolutely hands down the entire second chapter of Free as the Wind. I've said it before, but I did not ever want to go there as an author. It's been done so many times and there are too many cultural elements that I was afraid of misusing or appropriating or being accidentally insensitive about. So I did NOT want to write that ever ever ever. But once I started with the "sneaking off" prompt, thinking it was going to be a sweet and probably a little spicy little one-shot, the characters took me in an entirely different direction and I wound up writing myself into a corner where that was the only way out. I'm still half waiting for an angry comment or dm one day, telling me how I messed it up.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: It's long, but I love this mashup of dialogue and introspection from chapter 5 of UU:

“I could sense them still looking at us,” he explained in a whisper. He turned them out of the palace walkway and they continued down the streets of the Inner Ring and out towards their home. “I’m sorry if that was too much, I just wanted…”

“No, it wasn’t too much at all,” she interrupted, trying desperately to quell… whatever it was that was making her body tingle and her heart race and her mind spin. She felt her heart dropping down to the soles of her feet at the realization that this was all for the press. You need to get your feelings back under control, she scolded herself. This was pretend and you know it. “I didn’t realize they were still watching us—good catch.”

“Earthbending,” he said simply and shrugged.

“I know,” she said, feeling incredibly awkward. How was she going to go back to being just his friend when they were alone, now? To go back to not expecting him to kiss her hair or wrap his arm around her or press his body so deliciously against hers…

They finished their walk back to the house in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was different. She wasn’t sure where they stood or what he was thinking, and she was afraid to ask. He walked her to her door, and things started to feel almost normal again when he leaned down for a hug. “Thanks again, Katara. For everything,” he murmured in her ear. She shivered.

“Anytime, Aang. Goodnight,” she said as she walked into her room and closed the door. She exhaled heavily and pressed her forehead against the ornate wood, not knowing that Aang was doing the exact same thing on the other side.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: I think I learned to show more, and to be more descriptive of the scenery and surroundings. I'm still working on it, but I think I did better than last year!

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I hope to be able to add more metaphor, symbolism, and overall meaning into said descriptions. I am also hoping to branch out and write out of my comfort zone a bit (maybe something that is not kataang/aang/katara centric? Maybe original fiction? WHO KNOWS). I was hoping to use fic-writing to kind of run the rust off the rails of my writing skills and get back to writing original fiction or creative non-fiction, which had been my life's dream and something I studied for a bit in school, but that takes a kind of bravery and vulnerability I'm not sure I have in me, yet.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

@coyotelemon was my beta for UU and absolutely pushed me to grow in ways I could not have without her help. The number of times she had to write "PAINT MOAR" in the comments of my googledoc because I had completely left out the details, and the number of ideas she came up with when I was stuck show the sheer impact she had on this work, and I could not have done it without her <3

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: Absolutely. Ties That Bind (rated G), my Katara Week piece for the prompt "Katara and her family" included a lot of elements of parenting and connecting with family that I have experienced in my own life. But pieces of my life show up in all areas of my writing.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: I don't think I have any *new* wisdom. Just keep reading, keep writing, and keep experimenting with those elements you love from your favorite stories. Don't be afraid to research and take risks. And find your people who will help you and cheer you on when you're feeling discouraged.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I'd really like to write that kataang/cloud-babies mixed race fic. I have bits and pieces, but as I've stated before what's really holding me back is research. Fingers crossed!

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: I know it's 2023 now, but if you're so inclined... @coyotelemon, @shameaboutthedilettantism, @anervoussapphic, @itsmoonpeaches, @juicypersimmon, @cats-and-metersticks, @northerngoshawk... or anyone else who wants to do it!

#2022 writing year in review #ao3 stats 2022 #ask game

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mossible · 1 year

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MOSSIBLE YOUR INSANE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU ARE INSANE!!!!!!!

That. Was so far the angriest I've ever seen these old men in any of the fics I've read featuring them.

The way the entire conversation/argument with pearl and marina started extremely one sided from marinas pov, because Octavio has heard this moral dillema about the octarians' authority over their lives multiple times before, he's become bored and numb of it.

Completely unfazed. He completely believes he understands this problem the most.

But only when Craig arrives did the conversation became so much more angry and petty and relentless. Because they lived through what caused this entire argument, the great turf war.

THEIR DIALOG AND JABS AT ONE ANOTHER WERE SO PERSONAL AND REAL IT HURTS.

You describing it as "an old language the audience don't understand" Is EXACTLY what it is.

God I hate it when old people have history /j

WHY ARE THEY LIKE THAT?

Just. The way this entire conversation escalated was . Just. UGH PERFECTION I LOVE THAT ANGST.

I'm so glad that this entire chapter was conversation heavy. It was so especially well written and captivated me the entire time. I couldn't imagine how long the brainstorming sessions for this chapter were!!! You chose all the right words and the characterization for pearl, marina, callie, all of the characters, agent 8!!!!- were so, so, good.

You knocked it out of the park, man!!!!!!

Holy shit!!!!

I find it suitable that callie was the one to let Octavio out.

She is objectively the most genuinely good person in the room. She is also the only one who truly sympathizes with Octavio, without any conditions or ill intent. Being the only one who actually lived along side octarians for a while. To fight for them the most.

She's also the only one in a while to befriend Octavio. And understand him.

Which is why she without falter let him go so willingly, cause she completely trusts despite everything, he loves and prioritizes his people above all else and what the best for them.

Speaking of empathizing with Octavio, I was so happy seeing someone point out the fact that Octavio took it upon himself to take care of and keep hundreds of thousands of people alive, UNDERGROUND. FOR DECADES.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW BIG OF A RESPONSIBILITY THAT IS?

He had to clean up the mess left behind after the great turf war, and then get ready to take control of how little him and his people have.

I'm honestly surprised Octavio hasn't snapped completely under all this pressure. Hardy old man. Fighting for his life every waking hour.

People so often throw away that aspect of him! How much he cares for his people, despite how much trouble that gives him! And this chapter did a really good job at presenting that part of him in his dialog!

I might be rambling a lot, but this chapter is just- so goddamn impressive!!! Oh my god mossible!!!

Keep up the good work!!!! Me and my sister are cheering you on!!!!

P. S... Hint for next chapter? Once again any form of hint will be fine

i am well aware that i am insane dont worry <3 the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma that nobody understands (ok nobody but like my gf and my longtime besties but still. twisted freacking cycle path over here)

thank you so much for the ask again omg!! along with putting this. long ass response under a readmore, i'll also requote everything i address here bc there is a Lot. if i don't address anything, assume that me not commenting either means that you nailed it right on the head, or that i would be spoiling y'all if i did say anything ;)

…because Octavio has heard this moral dillema about the octarians' authority over their lives multiple times before, he's become bored and numb of it. [ ] Completely unfazed. He completely believes he understands this problem the most.

this certainly will neither be the first nor last time i do this, but i am always tapping the silly little tag on ao3 that says 'unreliable narrator.' esp when it comes to how octavio acts in regards to things that he may seem familiar with to the reader! this man has been alive for over 130 (slutty, slutty) years, and has governed his people for only a little less than that. things that very obviously pose problems and challenges for those under his rule may often go entirely overlooked, both from his own prideful nature, as well as simply from an unwillingness to change his formula that has already worked for a century now. after all, if these so-called 'flaws' had been in his system since the beginning, why did nothing as detrimental as the inkantation happen BEFORE now? huh? what does marina know that octavio doesn't? (a lot. she knows a lot, for the record.)

again!!! tysm for your kind words omg!! i'm glad i was able to get my points across soundly and that the change in structure paid off. was very very worried about that for a while before i ended up biting the bullet and just final-checking and posting it without more agony LOL

would it surprise you if i admitted that… not very much brainstorming was needed? i mean, obviously yes i brainstormed for this chapter a ton! but, i wasn't exactly in very much need of thinking of new ideas when it came to writing everyone interacting. when stuff like that (as in dialogue and interactions and the like,) comes into play, i often find myself getting carried away with both writing it and simply stringing the cohesion of the scene along, without even really realizing it ?? tbf, i'm one of those people who thinks at like a mile a minute, so by the time my body catches up to my brain to express what thoughts i have going on, i usually miss a few crucial words or phrases in my hurry to share said thought as quickly as possible. when i write without a concrete deadline, like i am now with cracked snowglobes, i'm able to elaborate WAYYY more on my process and be much more thorough with it all. …at the cost of chapters topping 10k words on occasion. another thing i will say about the brainstorming bit, less about the process and more about my inspiration for chapter 4, is that uh. ok the origin of it is kinda funny so, dissonant melody, right? i'd assume most people reading this ask answering questions about my cuttletavio fic of all things have probably read it? (if not, go give it a read here and follow the author here!) i adore dissonant melody! it's genuinely what got me back into brainrotting over these two little old awful men and inspired me to write this fic! hell, i've even referenced some bits from it here and there in cracked snowglobes and. sort of followed a lot of what it established! but. i always felt that marina had a lot more she could have dug into when it came to her seeing octavio again. we know that she worked very closely under him while back in the domes, to the point of "earning multiple commendations," assumedly from the man himself! however, i absolutely do not blame DM's author for not digging more into their dynamic, as it was intended to be an octavio and cap'n origins comic, rather than a solely octavio-centric origins comic. that, and around 2018 when the comic was first posted online, the fandom had… a bit of an issue when it came to incorrect details about the nature of octarian society running rampant in our collective knowledge. (a whole lot of us were under the impression that all of the octarians were mind controlled, and that marina had a much less… positive, we'll say, opinion of her former ruler.) so, what better opportunity to write what i'd like to see of that reaction than in my fic? it sure helps what development octavio's gonna have to go through before some of the stuff i have planned can come to fruition, after all ;)

I find it suitable that callie was the one to let Octavio out. [ ] She is objectively the most genuinely good person in the room. She is also the only one who truly sympathizes with Octavio, without any conditions or ill intent. Being the only one who actually lived along side octarians for a while. To fight for them the most. [ ] She's also the only one in a while to befriend Octavio. And understand him. [ ] Which is why she without falter let him go so willingly, cause she completely trusts despite everything, he loves and prioritizes his people above all else and what the best for them.

i won't pick apart this bit too much, because most of it is absolutely spot on! but i will point out a couple things, just to give you some food for thought. while, yes, callie did spend a lot of time with the octarians, by no means does she have as much experience with the conditions of the domes as marina and eight, who were both born and lived most of their lives there. think back to when octavio brought up who was currently in control of the domes in his absence; the council. while callie was present long enough to empathize with the people she met while on tour, by no means could she have fully undertaken the magnitude of troubles that they faced down there, let alone understood octavio's own defiance when it came to all of marina's gripes with how he governed the place. similarly, think back to when freeing octavio even got brought up in the first place! who was the first person to openly admit that she was on the side of letting him out? who was the first one to state her hesitation? callie and octavio are friends, the latter said so himself in his internal dialogue, but they do still have some core differences that put them at odds with one another. as much as callie may trust him, she struggles to fully commit to her stance until she receives support from marie. she's on octavio's side, but only under certain conditions. at least, that's the case for now. who knows what could happen the next time they meet!

ok ive written you like 1k words alone just for these responses, so i'll end this here. but ! thank you again for the ask, and for your next chapter hint; you're going to be seeing some familiar AND new faces next chapter! which ones? i'll leave that up to your imagination :)

#cracked snowglobes

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Hey hey!!! Music anon here! Omg, yes starting with your tags, I listened to that song and it’s SO Ian s7, it had me all up in my feels. Just like the rest of these songs 😭

Lost Boy/Blue Moon - Troye Sivan (Recommend listening to these back to back, it really gives me 5x12 Ian —> pre-prison Ian)

This is gonna out me as a former 1D stan but, alas:

Always You/Habit - Louis Tomlinson (It was always Mickey, Ian/ Ian is the habit Mickey can’t break)

What a Time - Julia Michaels ft. Niall Horan (just, oof)

I Won’t Mind - Zayn (Baby secret boyfriend Ian)

Matilda - Harry Styles (Not even joking, I get so fucking emotional if I think about Ian showing or singing this song to Mickey)

This one was a bit angsty so here’s one last one to make you smile:

She’s So Mean - Matchbox 20 (Mickey: “You say that again I’ll rip your tongue out of your head” Ian: 😏🥰)

Omg Music Anon HIIIIIII!!! I've missed you!!🥺

(I truly thought you got annoyed by me and left ashfgdj I'm so happy to see you back in my inbox 😭)

Putting thoughts under the cut because I have MANY

1. Lost boy:

Omg. Did you know that I was so OBSESSED with this song like, 5(?) years ago?? Not just this song, the entire Troye Sivan discography from back then. I'm gonna listen to Blue Neighbourhood on repeat now for a while. Speaking of. It is SUCH A GALLAVICH ALBUM IS IT NOT?

Wild, Bite, Fools, Heaven, for you -> early seasons boyfriends

Blue -> s5 mickey 🥺

Anyway, back to Lost Boy!!

As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it // Our faces blue // There's a heart stain on the carpet // I left it, I left it with you (Porch break up 🥺)

So go, get to runnin', won't you hurry? // While it's light out, while it's early (remember when that post was going about about deleted lines from the porch break up? And ian said something like leave before you get burnt or something like that? Yeah these lyrics remind me of that 🥺)

So what are you waiting for? // Cause someone could love you more // I'm just a lost boy, lost boy (he doesn't want Mickey waiting around for him to do his next crazy shit 😭 (sorry i don't remember the exact dialogue he said))

2. Blue Moon:

Crash and burn is all I know // I think that's why I made you go // Those three words, you were my first

Maybe you were my blue moon // maybe I let go too soon // Running from what could be // so terrified of happy // how did I come to lose // My blue moon

^^ GOD. These lines have got me FUCKED UP. That's him 🥺

3. Always You:

DID YOU KNOW I'M A FORMER 1D STAN TOO? LOUIS WAS MY FAVOURITE 😭

I'm wastin' my time when it was always you, always you // Chasin' the high, but it was always you, always you // Should've never let you go (IAN ABOUT MICKEY YEAH 😭)

4. Habit

I always said that I'd mess up eventually // I told you that, so what did you expect from me? // It shouldn't come as no surprise anymore

You're the habit that I can't break // You're the feelin' I can't put down // You're the shiver that I can't shake // You're the habit that I can't break

You give me the time and the space // I was out of control // And I'm sorry I let you down // I guess that I know what I already knew // I was better with you // And I miss you now

^^ all of these make me think of Mickey thinking about ian in juvie after calling him a warm mouth 🥺

Also, We Made It also makes me think of ian and mickey 🤕

5. What a Time:

Ngl every time i listen to this song i think about s7 gallavich 😭

I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark // And we stayed up for hours // What a time, what a time, what a time

You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever // What a time, what a time, what a time // For you and I

^ mickey in mexico thinking about the night they stargazed 🥺

I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to // And now we get a bit tense // I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts // I know we didn't make sense

I admit it that I think about it sometimes // Even though I know it's not so distant // Oh, no, I still wanna reminisce it

^^ just. Both of them missing each other after s7 😭

6. I Won't Mind:

'Cause we are who we are // When no one's watching // And right from the start // You know I got you

I won't mind // Even though I know you // You'll never be mine

It hurts my heart to think this but yeah, baby secret boyfriend ian 🥺🥺🥺

7. Matilda

Okay so I heard this song for the first time just now and. Wow. Just. [Sobs violently]

The thought of Mickey getting to hear this. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Like the entire songs, every single one of the lyrics. 😭

But especially, especially, these lines:

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright //But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside // You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days

You can let it go // You can throw a party full of everyone you know // And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love // You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

You can let it go // You can throw a party full of everyone you know // You can start a family who will always show you love // You don't have to be sorry, no

Thinking about Mickey listening to this and thinking about his family, about Mickey finding and starting a family of his home, a family that will always love him, and about him never having to be in that kind of pain again. Wow. Once again, excuse me while I- [sobs violently]

8. She's so mean:

Yes!! Mickey's rude but Ian's like 🥰 boyfriend 🥰

And the part about how he'll freak out if ian doesn't shut up and all all he wants is to hold him!! He'll never let him go so true <3

#thank you for these!! i loved them 🥺🥰#asks #music anon 🎶❤️#hope you have the best best day!!

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Your HC's are absolutely amazing!!! I love every single one of them <333 Here's an idea:

When do the fellas realize they are in love?

ANON I WANT TO HOLD YOU LOVINGLY OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA AND I DON’T THINK I DID IT ENOUGH JUSTICE BUT THANK YOU LOVE U

Arthur

It’s so goddamn obvious Arthur has a crush on you. Everyone could see it except you and Arthur, both of you completely oblivious of each other’s feelings. Sure, Arthur knew he liked you but he didn’t realise how deep his feelings for you were until you were both ambushed by some O’Driscolls while out on a supply run.

Thankfully y’all took out the O’Driscolls without getting injured but the sudden fear that you could have gotten killed right there put a lot into perspective for Arthur. Still panting from the shootout, Arthur wordlessly wraps his arms around you, holding on to you tightly as he buries his nose in your hair.

He’s so happy you’re ok and the ambush has made him realise just how much he cares about you. But Arthur isn’t sure how to tell you about his feelings or if he even should tell you. Right now there’s one thing Arthur is certain of and that’s his love for you.

Charles

Charles liked what ye had. It was simple, genuine and a friendship he never thought he’d be so lucky to get. He didn’t want to ruin it by telling you about any deeper feelings he has. And so he brushed off the tight feeling he gets in his chest whenever you touch him or how he can’t help but smile anytime you’d say his name.

It’s like any other day at camp when you and Charles decide to go hunting. Everything’s normal until you hear the soft cries of a rabbit, caught in some brambles and unable to get free. You gently approach the bunny, being as careful as you can while slowly helping the rabbit get untangled from the brambles. Charles can feel his heart become warm as he watches you, so tender and caring as you help the rabbit. It’s in those moments Charles realises he loves you and wants to spend his life with you.

When you finally free the bunny and it hurries off, you both continue your journey but Charles goes quiet for a while. He knows he has to tell you soon about this realization but he isn’t sure how. This is all very daunting for Charles but looking over at you, his fears ease off and instead all he feels is love.

Dutch

Dutch has always been very intrigued by you, finding you quite trustworthy and taking your input into consideration for every robbery he plans. While he was going over a plan with you, it becomes increasingly obvious that Dutch is hesitant to give you a prominent role in the job. He knows you’d be able to handle yourself if things go bad but even so, he would still be putting you in danger.

Dutch puts his foot down, insisting you stay by him during the upcoming job and that if things go south then you run and avoid any possible shootouts. Of course you argue back that you’re capable, refuting his points until Dutch blurts out that of course he knows that you’re capable of this but if anything happens to you….

He trails off, the realisation sinking in that he doesn’t just view you as a great friend but that he truly loves you. Clearing his throat, Dutch dismisses you and promises that you can both speak about this in the morning instead. Right now he has a lot of feelings to work through and a plan to sort out.

Micah

Micah has a very particular way of showing someone that he likes them. And when he might actually have a crush on someone, he ups his antics and aims to annoy that person as much as possible so good luck tolerating that.

The only reason Micah annoys you is so you’ll give him more attention. It also helps Micah shrug off his feelings for you, convincing himself that the only reason he notices all the little things you do is so he can annoy you about them and not because he’s completely enthralled by you.

But the night Micah finally admits to himself that he loves you is when you dance with him in camp. Micah is completely shocked when you agree to dance with him but it’s definitely a welcomed surprise. He has so much serotonin afterwards, feeling all mushy on the inside as goofily admits to himself that he might actually love you. Although there’s no way he’d tell you about his feelings just yet, wanting to be confident he’s won you over before he makes his move.

John

It takes a while for John to realise he loves you. All the signs were there but he didn’t piece them together for a longgggg time. He can be kinda oblivious to things like this but there was a part of him that was also scared to confront his feelings.

John didn’t want to completely ignore his feelings for you but he didn’t want to acknowledge them either, scared it might impact his friendship with you. John gets pretty stressed out when he tries to figure out these emotions, unsure what any of this means or how he’s supposed to deal with this.

It’s only when Hosea talks to John, asking him about you and subtly smirking at how much John gushes about you does it finally click with him. Hearing himself say how much he loves being around you and all the things he adores about you makes John realize that he’s utterly in love with you. It’ll probably take him 6 months to actually confess this to you but he’ll get there… eventually.

Javier

Javier realises it pretty quickly that he loves you. He’s always been one to make romantic gestures towards you, subtly flirting with you whenever he can but Javier didn’t think it was possible to fall for a person so fast.

The more time you two spend together, going out to explore the new towns the gang pass through and spending the evenings fishing together, the stronger his feelings for you grow. Though ye never called your outings together ‘dates’ you were both smitten with each other, revelling in the small, lingering touches and quick smiles you’d give to one another.

It’s just like any other evening you’ve spent with Javier, laughing and talking about whatever comes to mind as Javier silently appreciates just how comfortable he is around you. Watching you lean in by him, casually resting your head against his shoulder, Javier realises just how used to this he could get. It suddenly all becomes clear to him. Javier doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before but now he’s confident this is love.

Bill

Everyone could tell Bill liked you more than a friend, noticing how he always wants to be near you in camp and will chat to you for hours without end. But because he’s made it so obvious, the others really love to tease him about it.

Whenever this happens Bill gets very defensive, especially since some of them will openly tease him in front of you. He can usually keep somewhat calm but this time he can’t help but march off, completely frustrated with the others constant jeering.

You follow him out and comfort him, listening to Bill as he rambles on about how much he hates it when they tease him about you, accidentally mentioning that he loves you halfway through. The second Bill realises what he’s just said, he stops talking, quickly going silent as he comprehends what he just said. He didn’t think he’d say that but now that he has, Bill realises it’s the truth and the he does love you.

Sean

Sean can be very open with his emotions, letting you and anybody in earshot know exactly how he feels at any given moment. So while it may take some time for Sean to realize how he feels about you, when he does get that realization, he tells you pretty quickly.

Sean was bored on guard duty and his mind drifted to you, thinking about how well you click with him, how he loves your voice, how blessed he is to have you in his life and holy shit he’s in love with you. Yep the realization is that simple for Sean.

Sean can’t keep this to himself, needing to tell you and wanting to see if you feel the same way. He feels like it would be a good idea to wait and plan something romantic first but let’s be real, the next time Sean sees you he’s going to blurt it out.

Kieran

Kieran knew very quickly that he really really liked you but he didn't fully understand the extent of his feelings or how to express any of this to you. He didn’t know how he was going to cope with these new emotions but thankfully one evening everything clicked for him.

It's a dumb injury, a long but thankfully not deep cut Kieran got while cleaning one of the saddles but you still insist on having a look at it and bandage it properly. No one's been so gentle with Kieran, delicately taking his hand in yours as you begin tending to the cut.

Kieran can feel himself falling deeper in love with you as you continue to help him and honestly, it feels amazing. He doesn't know how to tell you but to know the sensation he feels is love is comforting and Kieran's happy he now knows how to perfectly describe how he feels about you.

#I'll be real I've kinda rushed getting this out cause Imma be super busy for the rest of the week so I didn't get all the fellers donw #omg no why did I have to mess up the last word on that tag #**done #headcanons #writings #arthur morgan #charles smith #dutch van der linde #micah bell #john marston #javier escuella #bill williamson #sean macguire #kieran duffy

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raidenshogunmommy · 2 years

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"You thought this was real?"

Here it is!! The not awaited— my first fanfic on tumblr!!! I'm gonna actually use this blog omg.

Lmao Imma break hearts today

Tags: drabble, genshin impact, character×gn!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: reader gets betrayed, mentions of s€lf h@rm in Scara's part, NOT PROOF READ!

Characters: Scaramouche, Yae Miko (seperate)

Sypnosis: they were just using you all along. Everything special you thought you had with them was all just a lie. Or was it?

Also, scara continuation here and a seperate pt2 with more characters.

Scaramouche

You stare at him in complete horror. Surely...surely, he was just playing some sort of cruel joke on you...right?

"Are you really that surprised? Did you actually expect me to fall in love?" He scoffs.

"I—" You begin but get cut off by him as tears well up in your eyes.

"I was fucking created by a psycho god! My existence is not even human if you think about it. Feelings? Love? Yeah right! You really are naive aren't you? I still can not believe I was made to put up with someone as pathetic as you. The Tsaritsa sure had her fun making me act the part of the loving boyfriend." He sighs in pure frustration.

You choke on the sob you were trying your hardest to control and your knees give out from under you. So, you were just a puppet in the fatui's masterplan, and he was just sent in to do his job. You didn't mean shit to him. And he told you as such. Deciding to remain silent as the stream of endless tears roll down your face, your gaze shifts as you watch him leave, he just gives you one last cold exprionless look and turns around leaving you crying on the floor, because he really couldn't care less now that his job was done.

That is what he wants himself and you to think, but he finds himself digging the knife that was meant to kill you into the the skin of his own arm after making sure you were out of sight. He couldn't finish his job in the end, after all he put you and himslelf through.

Yae Miko

She chuckles in amusement watching you make a fool of yourself, trying to reason with her after your entire world came crashing down when those words left her pretty lips– the ones you loved to kiss, the ones that always made you smile, the ones now causing your torment.

"Now that I'm finally done with you, I can rest easy. Being with you was like having to force myself to breathe." She flashes you a close eyed smile.

You wanted to be angry with her. You wanted to scream at her to explain herself– to ask her why you? If you were so insufferable why did she stay with you for so long? Why did she lead you on for a whole year? Was she really that good an actress?

You didn't want to believe her. But she was making it painfully hard to not, she was so convincing. It didn't seem as though she changed or she was lying but she didn't sound genuine either. But then again, that is how she always sounds. Even her smile was the same as ever, there really was no figuring her out.

A mess of emotions, you try to muster the courage to look at her without breaking, but as soon as her unchanged calm and mischivious violet hues meet your own gaze for the nth time, you start bawling like a fool. Blubbering out incomprehensible speech, you can't put up a show in front of her, even if that was all she ever did.

Her eyes turn cold at the sight of you crying. She refuses to explain herself. All you know is that you were used. All you knew is that she never loved you. All you know is that she was throwing you away.

"You always did look better weeping, it makes you appear the way you truly are. Utterly pitiful." Her tone was laced with bitterness as she watched you, her stare transfixed on your glistening cheeks.

"I-is..th-that...all you...needed t-to say?" You stutter out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Yes." She replies without hesitance. Already starting to make her exit.

In your mind you curse yourself for letting that be the last thing you chose to say, as all your memories together flash across.

And just like that it was all over.

Yae closes the door behind in a quick motion before covering her mouth hurriedly and running away. She can not be seen like this. Especially by you. Not anymore.

She apologizes to you in her head, but she can't stick around to be your girlfriend anymore.

I don't have any idea wtf that was supposed to be.

#yae miko #genshin drabbles #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #yae miko x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact scenarios #angst #genshin fanfic #gn! reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #fanfic

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match - Part 8

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.

Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols

A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.

Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.

"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.

You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!

"Yes?" he called out.

You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.

"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.

Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.

"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.

Bitch.

"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.

Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.

Bitch!

Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."

The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.

All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.

Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.

"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"

The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.

You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.

You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.

"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.

You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.

"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.

Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."

You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."

"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.

"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.

"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.

You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.

"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.

You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.

Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?

"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.

"Huh?" you asked.

"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."

You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.

"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.

You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.

Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."

"Motherfucker." you hissed out.

Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."

Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?

"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.

Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."

"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.

Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.

"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.

You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."

Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.

"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.

She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.

"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.

Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."

You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.

"Playing family after just one date, huh."

Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.

Why even try now?

"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.

"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.

Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.

"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.

Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.

"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.

Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"

"I'm ready to head back, Buck."

Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.

"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.

You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.

"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.

Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.

"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.

Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.

"I think I know what's happening."

"You what?!"

"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.

Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.

"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.

You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.

"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.

You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.

You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.

Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.

"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.

"Not at all." you said.

"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.

You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.

"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.

You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.

During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.

But did you have any right to feel this way though?

Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.

You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.

Don’t let Bucky get to you.

When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.

“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.

Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”

You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.

A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.

“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.

“I don’t believe you.” he said.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”

And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.

You were far from done.

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two slow dancers (pt. 2) ; eren yeager

eren yeager x gn!reader — eren’s perspective and the aftermath of your meeting.

aot masterlist part one navigation

tags / warnings | major manga spoilers, angst, injury + blood mention, major character death, crumbs of fluff in flashbacks (mini make out sesh, speaking of future plans)

note | the anticipated part two, writing this absolutely broke my heart omg :,)

wc | 4.3k

song | two slow dancers by mitski

Eren tensed as he heard the door to the underground cells creak open, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in order to prepare himself for a meeting with yet another one of his friends. With who, he wondered? That, he didn’t know. Who would he have to push away next? Who would he make hate him more than they already did?

He felt his heart sink as he heard the quiet echo of your voice traverse down the narrow cellblock.

Eren never considered himself to be a religious man, but more often than not he would find himself praying to any sort of deity or higher power that he wouldn’t have to face you in this mess—not until the very end.

Now, though, upon hearing your approaching footsteps, he knew his prayers hadn’t been answered.

The clacking of your heeled boots eventually came to a stop; Eren assumed you’d made it to his cell although he couldn’t bring himself to look up, to face you.

“Eren.”

Your voice—God, how he’d missed it. The last time he heard you speak was right after the successful attack on Marley, and even then he couldn’t move past the look of disgust on your face at what he had done. He knew you tried to mask it, but any attempt to was futile.

“What do you want?”

Eren’s voice came out almost hoarse, a hint of reluctance hidden behind layers of feigned anger—he hoped you didn’t pick up on it.

It was then that Eren knew this conversation wasn’t going to be an easy one.

The next words that left Eren’s lips did not sound like his own; he could barely believe he managed to say the words that had been brewing in the back of his mind ever since you’d walked in,

“I never loved you, y/n.”

The look of utter betrayal and hurt that coated your features made Eren’s heart break in two. You stood still, unmoving, contrasting the shadows dancing wildly behind you cast by the lit torch held securely in the wall beside you—it was almost as though they were taunting him.

“Whatever this was, whatever we were, it was all just what you wanted us to be.”

Stop it.

“Do you seriously think I could love someone like you?”

Stop talking.

“You’re so naïve.”

You don’t mean it. Tell them you don’t mean it.

“So…so painfully stupid.”

Apologize.

“E-Eren, stop.”

He could tell you were about to cry; from the way your voice wavered to your unconscious habit of taking your lip between your teeth in an attempt to stop it from quivering, Eren knew you were close to your breaking point.

Against his best wishes, he knew he had to continue.

“Why should I?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he scoffed. “It’s about time someone brought you out of your pathetic little daydream back into reality.”

“You don’t mean that,” you insisted, shaking your head in thorough denial.

You were right, Eren didn’t mean that—he hadn’t said a single truthful word since the moment you took your place before him. He leaned down to until the two of you were eye-level, narrowing his gaze as he watched the tears you’d tried so hard to quell finally spill out onto your cheeks. It took everything in him not to take your face in his rough hands through the rusted metal bars, to wipe your tears while telling you how sorry he was.

“And now you’re crying,” he observed with a dry chuckle, barely able to keep his eyes on yours. “How pitiful can one person be, really?”

Eren wished you would go—he wanted nothing more than for you to turn on your heels and leave him to wallow in his own pity. He couldn’t stand being in your presence after the things he’d said to you—God, he was pathetic.

“I guess your little plan of getting information out of me didn’t work, hm?” His voice took on a sarcastic, condescending tone. “You’re going to have to go crying back to Zachary like the screwup you are. You couldn’t even do this simple task. How idiotic of them to put even an ounce of trust in you.”

That seemed to do it.

You couldn’t even spare him a final glance as you hurriedly left the cellblock, leaving Eren alone as the sound of your footsteps slowly began to diminish and the voices behind the door vanished.

Eren could cry, he really could; hearing your voice break as you fought back tears, seeing you cry because of something he said, it was enough for him to hate himself even more than he already did.

He hurt you.

After he heard the door shut behind you and was sure nobody else would come to disturb him, he sat back down on his uncomfortable mattress and let his head fall into his hands, stray hairs hanging from down to obscure his face as he closed his eyes tightly—if you were with him you would have brushed them away, insisting on seeing his entire “pretty face”. Eren let out a shaky sigh, the image of your face coated thick with hurt still fresh in his mind—it made his stomach turn.

He let out a shaky breath, balling his hair up in his fists in an attempt to subdue his forthcoming breakdown.

Eren wanted absolutely nothing more than to remind you how much he truly loved you.

Both you and Eren laid comfortably on the green grass adjacent adjacent to the stone walls of the Survey Corps headquarters. Your head rested on his chest, its slow rise and fall and the steady beating of his heart paired with the sweet birdsong that surrounded you calming you to no end. It was a comfortable silence, although it was broken as a question that had been dwelling in the back of your mind for some time begged to get out.

“Can I ask you something?”

Eren’s eyes opened, lifting his head slightly to get a slightly better look at you; your eyes were still closed in tranquillity, mouth parted ever-so-slightly. It you hadn’t spoken, the boy would have been certain you’d fallen into a deep slumber.

“Of course,” Eren nodded, letting his head fall back down against the soft grass beneath you.

“After all this is over…what do you want to do?”

Your question hung in the air for a moment, Eren’s brows furrowing slightly.

“‘All this’ being…?”

“After we kill all of the titans, dummy,” you joked with a quiet giggle, the sound, although soft, never failing to bring a smile to Eren’s face. “We won’t have to be Scouts anymore since everyone will be free to roam around, and I know for a fact you’re not joining the Military Police,” you continued. “So…what do you want to do?”

Eren was silent once again, letting out a quiet “hmm” in thought.

“I don’t know,” he finally said. “I haven’t really thought about it, I guess. What about you?”

“I want to open a bakery,” you hummed. “We lived right next to one, my family and I. Waking up to the smell of fresh bread and pastries wafting into my room every morning, it was probably one of the best parts of my childhood,” you smiled. “I miss it, I really do. Plus, it's always been my dream to own my own shop.” Your smile fell slightly, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Eren as he watched you. “It’s probably just wishful thinking, though.”

The brunet frowned at the undertone of disappointment in your words, giving you a small nudge as he shimmied his way into a sitting position, hands propped up behind him. You did the same, squinting at him through the bright sunlight.

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” Eren said, his words causing you to quirk an eyebrow as he continued. “Okay, listen up, here’s the plan: We kill all of the titans, see what’s outside the walls, get married, open a little bakery—we can name it whatever you want, as long as I get to be the taste tester—and we live our life.”

You felt your stomach do a flip at the mention of marriage, how the concept rolled so easily off Eren’s tongue.

“M-married?” you stammered, feeling your cheeks warm slightly under the bright sun.

“What, you assumed I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with you?” he inquired with a cheeky grin. You scoffed, shoving him playfully as you looked away. You weren’t able to subdue the butterflies that festered deep inside your stomach at the thought of calling Eren your husband.

You were far too young for that, anyway.

“Shut up, don’t be cheesy.”

Eren laughed at your words, the sound akin to that of the birds that sang happily in the trees above you. He gently nudged your shoulder with his, prompting you to look back at him as he let his hand sit delicately on your jawline. You looked at each other for a moment in silence, your hand coming up to brush stray hairs from his face as his thumb ran gently over the skin of your cheek.

“I love you, y/n,” he said, voice much lower than it had been just moments ago. You smiled slightly at his words, glancing down quickly at his lips before responding to his declaration with a chaste kiss.

Eren’s hand made its way from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and deepening the kiss as his free hand moved to your waist. You let one hand fall to his chest, the other cradling his cheek with your fingers occasionally playing with the ends of his hair, your lips moving in sync with his.

Eventually you pulled away, your forehead pressed against his as you smiled. Eren looked deeply into your eyes, seemingly lost in thought as his thumb rubbed gentle circles into the small patch of exposed skin on your waist.

“y/n, I promise you, after we’re free from all of this, I’ll give you the life you want. I’ll build your bakery from the ground up if I have to.” He kissed you once more, his lips on yours for only a moment before he pulled you flush against him in a tight hug,

“anything to make you happy.”

“…y/n.”

You just barely heard Armin’s gentle voice over the sound of your own thoughts, jumping slightly in surprise at his presence. He apologized quietly for startling you and asked if he could take a seat to you, to which you nodded. You glanced around the room, eyes still glazed over in thought as you slowly began to remember where you were: in an airship following The Rumbling.

“Are you okay?”

You turned to face the boy upon hearing his question, furrowing your brows before scoffing slightly. “Are any of us?” you asked bitterly. “We just lost Commander Hange, we’re right behind millions of Colossal Titans who are wiping out humanity as we speak, Eren’s—”

You almost choked on your words, not realizing how sharp your tone had become. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes tightly to regain your composure before looking back up at the newly-appointed Commander.

“I’m sorry, Armin,” you apologized, gaze flicking between his eyes before falling to your lap.

The blond frowned at your words, placing a gentle hand on your back.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” he reassured, ocean-blue eyes staring into your own. “We’re all upset right now, we have to get it out one way or another, right?”

You nodded, followed by a sigh of exhaustion as you stared down at the floor. You wondered why you were unable to maintain eye contact with him.

“I know,” you nodded, lacing your fingers together in your lap. “I just…I miss when we were kids, y’know? Things were…not really better, but-”

“I know,” Armin whispered, although he was unsure as to why his voice had suddenly become so quiet—perhaps he himself hadn’t truly grasped the reality of the situation at hand. “This will all be over soon.”

“That’s the thing, Armin,” you spoke, voice getting shakier with each word you said. “I don’t want this to be over because I—” You took a deep breath, putting every ounce of effort you had into keeping your composure. “I know how this is going to end for us, for Eren…” You looked up at him then, rapidly blinking back tears as your gaze met his. “…am I selfish for not wanting to say goodbye?”

You felt your heart sink as you said those words; you’d known for a while that the only way to stop The Rumbling would ultimately be Eren’s death, but up until that moment, you’d continuously pushed that thought into a dark corner of your mind, refusing to face it head-on. Now that you’d spoken that thought into existence, though, it was all staring to become far too real.

“Oh god, Eren’s going to…somebody’s going to have to kill him,” you managed, now unable to hold back your tears as the poured freely down your cheeks. “H-he’s gonna-”

Armin pulled into his chest as you began to cry, stroking your hair gently in an attempt to sooth your sadness.

“I know, y/n,” he sympathized, voice barely above a whisper. “I know.”

Armin struggled to fight back his own tears as you blubbered on incoherently about how much you missed the way things were, the simplicity of your youth compared to the torment of your adulthood.

You don’t know how much time had passed—minutes? Hours? Your cries eventually began to subside into small, occasional sniffles, your mini-breakdown ultimately soothed by Armin gently twirling your hair around his fingers and whispered sweet, reassuring nothings into your ear.

Eren used to do that.

The sensation suddenly became all too familiar to you, your mind urging you to pull away. You complied, wiping whatever tears remained on your face with the back of your hand. You looked away sheepishly, embarrassed by your vulnerability.

“Thank you, Armin, for being here,” you finally spoke, gaze focused solely on your hands in your lap.

“You don’t have to thank me,” the boy reassured with a shake of his head, the ghost of a smile on his face. “We’re all in this together. Plus, friends are always there for each other.”

You would have laughed at his cliche words had the situation not been so grim. All you could do was nod, although you were unable to reciprocate the kind look he was sending your way. You remained silent, and Armin took that as a sign to leave you to yourself.

He stood, taking a small step towards the door. “I’ll be just outside. Call me if you need anything, okay? You can come out and sit with us if you’re feeling up to it.”

You nodded once again, your head fixed in a hung position, eyes unmoving from your lap as you fiddled with your fingers. You listened as Armin’s footsteps receded, followed by the loud scrape of the metal door opening. You could hear hushed voices outside the door, although you couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. The door closed shortly after that, the only sound in the quiet room being that constant droning of the airship’s engine.

You wouldn’t be going out to face the others—at least, not anytime soon; until the puffiness of your face and the redness of your eyes had lessened, you would be isolated from the others. You couldn’t handle their inquiries, for if they did start questioning you—even so much as asking if you were okay as Armin had—you knew you would face yet another breakdown.

For now, you remained alone.

“y/n!”

You practically fell from your stool as you jolted awake, looking around with wide eyes in an attempt to regain your bearings and take in your surroundings. You blinked hard a couple of times, rubbing your eyes tiredly before slowly remembering where you were: in the back of your little bakery, surrounded by bags of flour and crates of supplies.

Before you knelt Eren, his hands planted securely on your shoulders as he looked at you with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brows knit tightly together, gaze unwavering. “You were crying in your sleep.”

His hands came up to cup your warm cheeks, thumb gently wiping away the tears that rolled slowly down your face. Only then did you notice the wetness of your eyes, felt their puffiness.

Why had you been crying?

You rubbed your eyes tiredly, letting out a yawn.

“I feel like I just had the longest dream,” you spoke sleepily. “I…I can’t remember what about, though.”

Eren offered you his hand as he stood, taking it gratefully as you did the same. Your eyes widened upon seeing the moonlight shine through the small window to your left.

“Shit, I forgot to close up shop-”

“I already did, don’t worry,” Eren reassured with a smile. “You had a long day, so I thought I’d take care of it for you. I cleaned the ovens and gave the left over pastries to the kids outside of the shop, too.”

A smile spread across your face as you draped your arms lazily around his shoulders, head resting on his chest as you sighed contently.

“Thank you, Eren,” you mumbled, exhaustion evident in your voice. You felt his hands settle on your waist as your eyes fluttered closed, his lips pressed briefly against the top of your head before he gently began to sway back and forth, a low hum reverberating from deep inside his chest.

In that moment you swore you could never feel happier; safe in the arms of your lover—your husband, although it still felt strange to refer to him as such—standing in the back of the shop you’d dreamed of since your youth, the bakery gifted to you by your close friends in the Survey Corps after your wedding.

As the two of you slow-danced, wrapped in each other’s arms without a care in the world, you knew that this is the life the both of you deserved.

Suddenly, a sinking, almost vomit-inducing feeling overtook you.

The war on Paradis, The Rumbling—everything came rushing back at you almost too quickly.

You pulled away from Eren, though it seemed he knew what brought on your abrupt uneasiness.

“Eren…” You stared on at him in disbelief, voice quiet. “Why…why did you do all of this?”

He stared down at you, eyes suddenly having brown tired—he was silent for quite some time.

“I wanted you to be free,” he finally spoke. “You, Mikasa, Armin, everyone. Once this is all over, you’ll be seen as heroes.” You cringed inwardly at his words, knowing exactly what he meant but not having the guts to say it aloud. “The people outside of the walls won’t bother you, they won’t try to…hurt you guys.” He shook his head, stepping forward and taking your hands in his own. “Now you can live your life to the fullest without having to be in fear.”

You reluctantly dropped his hands, shaking your head in denial. You were at a loss for words, running your hands through your hair as you tried to make sense of the situation at hand.

Eren took your hands once again, coaxing you to look up at him. The darkness under his eyes surprised you, and although he looked exhausted, he stared down at you with adoration as he had all those years ago when you first met.

“Those horrible things I said to you, the last time we spoke…” He shook his head, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t mean it, y/n, any of it, I promise you. I-I had to make you hate me, I-”

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips, much to Eren’s surprise.

“You could never make me hate you, Eren,” you said quietly. “Those things you said to me-” You shook your head, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer as you began to realize you had limited time left with the boy. “It’s a thing of the past.”

You wrapped your arms around him once again, although this time the embrace had more meaning; you held onto him as though he would disappear if you let go, pressing your face into the fabric of his shirt one last time.

“You’re not going to remember any of this,” he mumbled into your hair, pulling you close with just as much vigour. “Not until this is all over.”

“Why do I have to go back?” you asked quietly, voice wavering—you told yourself you would keep your composure. “Can’t we stay like this forever?”

A small, sad sigh left Eren’s lips at your words, followed by a slight shake of his head. “You know we can’t, y/n,” he mumbled.

“Why did you have to take all of this on yourself? This burden?” you inquired. “You know we could have helped you, we all would have. I would have gone to the ends of the earth with you, died with you.”

“If you did die with me, what would have been the point of all this?”

Eren pulled away from you ever so slightly, just enough that he could see your face.

“y/n,” he began, tone now serious. “After all of this is done, I need you to forget about me. Live your life to the fullest.”

You scoffed weakly, your hands coming up to his face, fingers just barely ghosting over the newly-appeared titan markings in his skin.

“As if I’ll ever be able to do that.” You smiled sadly at him as he leaned down slightly, forehead now pressed against yours. “We’ll meet again, Eren,” you whispered. “I don’t know where, and I don’t know when, but I know we’ll meet again.”

Eren nodded slightly, his emerald eyes that once shone bright with determination now a dull forest green—he was tired.

“I’ll be waiting for you, y/n,” he mumbled, pressing his lips against your forehead one last time. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling for as long as you could.

“I love you, Eren.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

Never in your life would you forget the harrowing sound of Armin’s scream as Mikasa brought forth the head of your lover.

You were suddenly grateful for the distance between you, Mikasa and Armin, for if you saw up close what was left of Eren with your own two eyes, you were sure you would go mad.

You felt your legs give out beneath you, out of exhaustion, grief, and relief, and had Jean not caught you, you would have fallen to the rough ground beneath you. You could hear him speaking to you, although you couldn’t make out what he was saying over the sound of your ears singing.

Memories of the life Eren had given you suddenly came flashing through your mind: four years of pure domesticity, of love. The life you both deserved.

“After all of this is done, I need you to forget about me. Life your life to the fullest.”

Those words of his filled your mind, your heart, with grief. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fulfill his final wish to you.

“It’s over,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s finally over.”

“He’s free,” you heard Jean say as he stared down at Mikasa and Armin embracing, their cries filling the smoky air.

You sat in Jean’s arms, letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as you closed your eyes tiredly. Jean expected you to cry—even he shed a few tears himself at the loss of one of his closest friends—but much to his surprise, you didn’t. You sat in silence, quiet and unmoving.

Your heart hurt for Eren, knowing you would never again be able to hear his laugh, to confide in him late into the night when neither of you could sleep. Never again feel his touch, his lips against yours. Though, you didn’t cry.

Perhaps you remained in denial, for you awaited the pain of losing a loved one, but the feeling never came.

You often found yourself visiting Eren’s grave, sitting under that large tree on the hills for hours on end, talking to him about anything and everything: how your day had gone, conversations between you and your other friends, things that had, throughout your day, reminded you of him.

Sometimes you swore you could hear his laugh as you told a half-assed joke only he would find funny, oftentimes feeling as though you could sense his presence beside you, listening intently to every word you had to say.

You finally moved to Marley with the others a year after Eren’s passing, although you visited the island more often than everyone else, both to see Mikasa and to visit his resting place.

You told him when you’d been engaged to marry a boy you met at a Marleyan marketplace what felt like ages ago, you told him that you’d finally opened that bakery you’d always dreamed of. You even told him when you had your first child.

You often told stories of the boy who sought freedom to your children, his selflessness, his raw determination, his love for others. You almost cried when one of your children told you they wanted to be just like the boy you knew so many years ago.

Although you’d found a new love, had a family which you cherished, you couldn’t help but think of your final promise to Eren: “…I know we’ll meet again.”

Perhaps he, too, had moved on; you hoped he was happy, watching over you from wherever he resided.

And so, as you left Paradis for the last time, ready to start a new chapter of your life and leave your past behind, you bid the boy who sought freedom one final farewell.

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.”

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up?

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment.

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation.

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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astranva · 4 years

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Falling Duet

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff but it’s so 🥺

Warning: Nothing

Request: harry dating singer!reader: he has to perform at some awards and he invites her to sing with him but no one else knows? love your writing🤧❤

Summary: You and Harry sing an unreleased version of Falling at an award show.

The lyrics used are of “Falling (other POV)” by THE cutie, Ally Naso 🤍

// masterlist //

**reposted bc tumblr is messing up the tags & nobody can view it. sigh.

It all started when a friend of yours had recorded you singing in your school’s bathroom during senior year.

7 years ago, you wouldn’t have believed it if somebody told you that you would be a 13-time Grammy nominated artist, as well as having 6 of that very award sitting on your shelf at your childhood home – one for Best Artist, and one for Album of the year.

You would have laughed even.

But it wasn’t a joke nor was it a dream you wished to never wake up from; it was as real as life could be.

You were successful in the industry and if any of your fans were asked, they would say that it was because of your immense talent and unproblematic, empathetic, kind character.

It was one of the many reasons why so many people on the internet had shipped you with a certain English man, him having been only 20 when you went viral and got signed.

A year into the industry, it was one day when you remember your Twitter notifications going crazy;

“HARRY STYLES JUST SAID HE LOVES YOUR MUSIC AND THINKS YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”

“omg pls tell us you watched 1d’s interview with jimmy kimmel”

“IT’S FINALLY HAPPENING! CAN YOU PLEASE BE TOGETHER ALREADY???”

Looking back at that memory, you remember how you were a shaking and overwhelmed mess as you had clicked on the link everybody was sending you.

The video had begun with the audience cheering as the camera was on Jimmy and the 5 men near him.

And there he sat; in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, medium-length hair looking like he had run his fingers through many times, his hands clasped as he looked at Jimmy.

“Who’s most likely to let a woman split the band?” Jimmy had asked.

They had looked at each other, not answering for a moment before Niall chimed in with a laugh as he pointed at Harry, “Harry would let his celebrity crush do that.”

Harry rolled his eyes jokingly as his bandmates agreed and laughed, slapping his hands against his thighs in feigned annoyance.

“Who is that? Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Just this talented person.” He had tried to smile his way through the question, but no one was having it.

“You know Y/N Y/L/N? She’s an amazing singer,” Louis told Jimmy.

“Y/N!” Jimmy beamed, “We had her on the show two weeks ago.”

“Yeah, he watched that.” Liam had gestured towards Harry.

Hiding his face in his hands for a moment, the audience cheered as his friends continued to laugh.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jimmy asked Harry in a teasing manner.

Having had decided to get it over with, Harry nodded as he clasped his hands together again, “She’s very talented and beautiful.”

“Lovie, can you help me with the necklace? My nails are still drying.”

You looked up from your place on the couch, sitting in your long dress looking so beautiful that Harry had lost track of time of getting into his own suit because he was too busy giving you a photoshoot on his phone.

Standing up, you reached and clasped his necklace for him, dusting his shoulders to signal that you were done.

Turning, you were met with your boyfriend of 4 years beaming at you before he leaned to press his lips against yours.

“You look so good.” You smiled up at him, “So beautiful.”

“Have to try to catch up with how you look tonight,” he replied with a wide smile, “Nervous?”

“Not really.” You admitted.

Amusingly and completely and utterly in love, Harry tilted his head slightly, “Any reason why you’re not? You usually hate those.”

It was true. You didn’t really like award shows because of how tiresome all the process was; hair, makeup, dressing up, walking only to pause every second, the repeated questions you have been answering for years, how more judgmental the world was on nights like these.

But it was always when Harry was able to be by your side that you liked the night, and the tall man knew it, but he had always loved hearing you say it.

To feed his ego, you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Because you’ll be there.”

“Music to my ears.” He joked, shaking his head slightly.

“Just feeding that already overfed ego of yours, baby.”

“Excuse you.” He pecked your lips, “Let me add food for Evie then we can leave.”

“I’ll do it, don’t mess up your nails.” You patted his chest before moving away to attend to your cat.

The fans and reporters all had anticipated the moment of yours and boyfriend’s arrival, and the both of you knew it.

You were fairly private with your relationship. While everyone knew you were together, the both of you didn’t always post about one another but when you did, it went viral – something you and Harry, shamelessly, enjoyed.

It was why during moments like this, everyone was eager. Reporters were hungry for content, all having different intentions, but you spend enough time in the industry and you sort of begin knowing what to say and how to say it.

Harry was scheduled to perform, something everyone knew of, but it was the fact that you were joining him not on the red carpet, but on stage that they didn’t.

Getting out of the car together, the screams and flashing lights were then doubled.

Harry closed the door behind you with a polite smile to the security standing. Bending a little, he adjusted your dress’s short train for you as you looked back at it before you looked up at him.

As if they weren’t snapping pictures like crazy yet, you reached and fixed Harry’s hair at the front, his eyes looking up with a smile as you did so.

“Thanks, love.”

With that, Harry placed his arm around your waist as you walked to the first spot on the red carpet.

“When was the last time we appeared together? They’re going mad.” You whispered, looking at Harry as he smiled to the cameras.

He chuckled, looking at you, “I think we deprive them too much.”

“Let’s give them enough content to last a year.”

Nobody but the both of you knew what you meant, and it was why the flashing lights and camera shutter sounds were then tripled the moment Harry’s lips were on yours in a soft kiss.

“Can we sign stuff?” You asked a woman standing on the sides, “Can we see the fans?”

When she nodded at you, you and Harry ignored posing for a few minutes to converse and meet fans.

“I love you and Harry so much!” One fan said shakily as you signed a paper for him.

“Thank yo- Hey! I saw you in Amsterdam last year, right?” You grinned.

And that was another thing not only your fans loved about you, but Harry, too.

You were no stranger to connections. You were no stranger to making people feel seen and treating them in a way that no fan expected to be treated – a friend, and you remember friends.

“Harry, do you think Y/N will win Songwriter of the Year?” A fan asked.

Harry shrugged with a smile, “I hope so but we all know she is anyway.” He waved his hand with a joking manner, making the closest fans laugh.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll win Artist of the Year?”

“I don’t know,” he smiled, “There are so many amazing artists. I wish them all the best.”

“He’s a humble man,” you teased, patting his shoulder, “We all know he is anyway.”

You were confused as they, Harry included, laughed in shock. “What?”

“He literally has just said the same thing about you.”

You laughed, looking at Harry, “Shut up, no way!”

“The both of you have been doing that for years.” One fan commented with a grin, “It’s adorable. It’s like telepathy or something.”

“Oh yeah, we are telepathic,” Harry nodded, “It gets a little scary sometimes.”

“Heeey!” You laughed, “It’s actually helpful. One of us would be just walking at home and we’d look at each other and know that the other just means something like “feed Evie” or “take out the trash””

“This is so cute!”

“Harry, what are you performing tonight?”

“You’ll find out in a bit.” He pointed.

Shortly, you and Harry had to take more pictures and do interviews before you were escorted inside.

It was the little moments that fans also lived for; how Harry held your hand as you sat so discreetly, how the both of you chatted and giggled among one another and those around you, how Harry fist-bumped the air the moment your name was called to receive your award of Songwriter of the Year before kissing you. It was how they knew this was real – how love wasn’t something you only listen people sing about or write novels for.

It was in how Harry’s eyes didn’t move from you as you gave your speech, a wide smile on his face and eyes resembling twinkling stars for crying out loud.

It was in how you ended your speech with: “This is to the man who has inspired and pushed me forward to write every single day. I love you.”

It was in how you looked more nervous than Harry himself when his category was called before you were the first to get out of your seat with a happy “yes!” once they announced that he won.

It was in how Harry cupped your face that moment to kiss you before walking to receive his award.

It was in how you remained standing, those behind you only smiling instead of being annoyed, with your hands clutched together against your heart, tearful eyes, and the brightest smile in the room.

“You’re going to tell me this is cheesy,” Harry chuckled slightly, giving a shrug as he looked at you, “But I wouldn’t be standing here, holding this, if it weren’t for you. I love you, too.”

But then Harry was about to perform and you weren’t in your seat.

The award show had decided to make a skit of it, the host being Miley had held her microphone as she stood in the empty isle beside yours and Harry’s empty seats.

“We know Harry Styles is performing in minutes,” she said, looking at the camera with a playful smile, “But where is Y/N Y/L/N? We know, we know,” she nodded, “Probably backstage for some extra good luck but-” people laughed, causing Miley to pause and chuckle, “But seriously, guys. There’s a show and it must go on.”

“It’s going on.” Harry said from backstage into his mic before the stage went dark.

It wasn’t until piano tunes sounded that the arena grew dim, a spotlight on the piano at the center of the stage where you sat, your fingers gentle against the keys as you played the beginning notes of Falling.

“I'm in my bed,

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in my wandering hands.” Harry sang as he came on stage, holding the mic in his hand before taking a seat beside you.

Everyone had expected him to sing the next verse, but it wasn’t his voice that they then heard.

“I'm in my bed

Instead of yours

Cried to sleep turned off all of lights and locked all of the doors.” You sang, eyes on the piano keys.

“Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

And I can't take it back

I can't unpack the baggage you left.” His eyes were on you, body turned slightly towards you as he felt like the both of you were in your living room in front of your white piano.

“I replay what you said

Don’t know if it’s true

Left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we could undo.” You sang, closing your eyes as you got ready for the chorus.

“What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What am I now? What am I now?

Don’t want to cry ‘cause I can’t stand the sound

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

The both of you sang together, your voice being softer and quieter than Harry’s.

“What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

“What if I'm down? What if I'm out?

What if you’re someone I can’t live without?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling.”

It was a version nobody had heard before, and it was why everyone was quiet, the only sound coming from you, Harry, and your lone instrument.

It was something you had written together following a rough patch of your relationship, and everyone knew that it was more personal with the way the both of you sang.

When his eyes weren’t closed, Harry sang as he looked at you, and he knew that performing this song meant more to the both of you than anyone could imagine. One look at your face and Harry knew you were reliving the night of when the both of you had written this; eyes a little red from crying, bodies hot, Harry wearing a hoodie of yours while you sat in your underwear with his purple fluffy robe on.

“Can I do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.”

You both sang the bridge together, yours being shorter than Harry’s note as you carried a softer tone, closing your eyes as you played the piano, feeling your throat close up before gulping.

He knew.

It was why the final chorus was sung softer and quieter, Harry’s forehead resting against your temple for a moment as the both of you sang.

“I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.” Harry finished, putting his mic down as he stared at you with a small smile, watching you in your element as you played.

Managing to look at him as you played single soft notes, you sang, “I’m falling again, I’m falling again, I’m falling.”

You played the end single notes, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and a bashful smile.

It was like you were unaware to the erupted cheer and round of applause, you threw your arms around Harry, feeling his arms wrap around you instantly.

Crying from the overwhelming emotions, you were thankful your mascara was waterproof. You called it.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in your ear, “I love you so much.”

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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NSFW Alphabet // Ethan Torchio

words // 2383

warnings // smut, clearly its nsfw headcannons

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader (might be mentions that seem like they are for f reamer but comeon theres lingerie for every body 👁️👄👁️)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. an apology to the people on my tag list i think i accidentally have not been tagging you this whole time i am so so so sorry omg

request // yes, it was a reblog i cant find it right now

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Regarding you, Ethan is the king of after care. As rough as he can be in bed, that’s just how sweet he can be once you're done with it. Goes full on dad mode (don’t know how else to explain this). He will have water, painkillers if you’re now in pain, a washcloth to clean you up, new clothes, and of course the cuddles.

“I’m alright, Ethan. I can do it on my own,” you say as Ethan walks to you with the wet cloth ready to clean the mess he made on your body.

“I know you can, amore. I just want to take care of you,” he says as he leaves a kiss on your lips.

I can also see him being the one to make a big fat breakfast the morning after, or at least get up early to pick something up.

Now I also feel that he is in need of some aftercare. It depends on the day really, if he’s had a pretty rough day and all I feel like he’d ask for some backrubs after. In this case he’d fall asleep so quickly like omg. But on the biggest part I see him feeling the need to reassure you that the things he said (i think we already established that this man would call you a slut) are not how he feels about you and will be asking if you feel the same.

“Do you love me?”

“Wha- of course I do, Ethan! Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t know… I guess - I guess I am worried that you don’t after what I said.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to himself I feel like he really likes his chest and arms. Like I don’t know but I see him really getting off with you pretty much mastubating on his chest. Ya know what I mean? (i think you do you little sluts). He pretty much enjoys anything you do on his chest. I can imagine him looking at the mirror after you two had sex, seeing the cum on his chest along with the marks you have left and just smiling.

“What are you looking at, love?” You ask, seeing as the man is standing in front of the bathroom mirror from your spot on the hotel bed.

“Nothing, just the mess you made.”

“Mhm, and I bet you like it, huh?”

“You have no idea… Hey, are you sure you got tired? Cause I think I can do another round.”

As for his arms, as I said, he simply really enjoys that he can man handle you anytime, get you in any position he likes and feel you scratching them from the pleasure.

When it comes to you, Ethan is an ass guy. Say what you want but the man is an ass guy, end of discussion. He loves anything that involves your but. It does not explicitly have to be something like anal. He simply enjoys seeing your butt and holding it in his hand. It does not matter if it’s big or not, if it has stretch marks or whatever. Wear lingerie that he likes or that itty bitty teeny weeny bikini if you wear them or even some tight pants that make your butt just poìp and he can not contain himself.

I think I have said that to someone here (i think I had sent an ask to zodi @ icouldbeyourputtet) before but I feel like this man is very into spanking, like not even the rough malicious way. but this very wholesome chill way.

You had been talking about it all day, not having had a minute alone with each other for days, you could only dream what you could do that night after everyone left.

A playlist was playing in the background and a cigarette was burning on the ashtray next to your legs, you assuming a similar position, as said cigarette, bent over Ethan’s lap as he caressed your ass cheeks and back, playing around with the lingerie set he had gifted you a while back. (Did I just go to search my fave porn vid, lol exposing myself, and get disappointed because I can’t find it and translate it into fanfiction? yes yes i did, so bare with what i can remember)

“It’s okay, baby, you can take a little more, come on,” he praised, leaving a spank and yet another soft rub on the very red cheek.

He continued, going with the music, a very nice pattern, not very rough spanks but just enough to cause pain, pleasure and redness all over. Accidentally the man landed a few very rough ones causing a gasp and a series of giggles as you practically fell off his lap.

“Ethan, what the hell?” You laughed getting up from the floor and this time sitting on the man’s lap, sharing kisses with him.

“What,” he copied your action and laughed, “it was not intentional. I got carried away by how nice your butt is.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He is and is not messy. He will not want the cum to be in every surface possible you know, he will be careful but at the same time this man just loves to see his cum on you, whether it’s your back or your stomach, or in you if you’re ok with it. I bet he has a teeny weeny breeding kink but not necessarily because of the idea of breeding you but rather because he looooves seeing his cum run out of you… I'm not sure if this falls in the breeding kink category but alright

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to fuck you while watching porn.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he is pretty experienced. From what they band has said in interviews and stuff, he seems to be getting some pretty often (no one, NO ONE, is surprised at that). He is not acting arrogant tho (not unless that’s the dynamic of the night), he is willing to learn what works for you and you specifically

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As I said this man is an ass guy so I’d say anything that involves having the view of your ass. Humor me but i think he’d really like 69 with a female/afab partner (don’t know if this works very well with two dick-baring people lol). It has it all, eating you out,

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think it can be both with him. He will not exactly try to make jokes but if something like the previously mentioned spanking incident happens it’s def welcome.

Now as a general rule I see him being pretty serious. I will be honest, I’m getting brat tamer vibes from this man so it’s all pretty serious when you really get into it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering he’s an Italian man and if you look at a lot of photos of him he def fit the ‘mediterenean’ man type. I see him just barely grooming. I don’t see him really shaving or whatever but he also wouldn’t want you to choke on pupic hair, he much rathers you choke on his dick

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It all depends, really. He can be quite intimate with you but it all depends on the moment. There are different occasions for everything. For example, and this is a paradox that I hope I’m explaining well enough to understand, he is not very rough (will not be very aggressive and stuff, like to the extreme those tik tok boys want to pretend they are with their * growling * ew) but he will be rough. intimidating looks, spanking just enough to make you feel pain and redden up your ass cheeks. He’s like that mostly when you are being bratty.

Most of the times, like we’re talkin kind of lazy sex moments, it more wholesome ig, like very intimate and just comfortable and almost comforting. Ok, but like why do i see him having sex and having casual conversation (not the most common, i see this as like lazy day off, having nothing else to do and not being like super horny but being more like h o r n y … am i making sense?)

Setting the scene, you two are at home, both have a day off but it’s kind of raining so any of your plans are ruined. At this point it’s at around 10 am, not early, not late. You have missed each other and both have made it obvious but you are both in a very tired state so you opt for something not too much.

Plain and simple missionary is what goes around this time, Ethan on top just holding your legs around his waist,, going at a pretty medium pace.

“It’s a pity the weather is bad today,” says Ethan staring out the window.

“I know, we were going to go to the beach… I’m bummed about it,” you say, short of breath as the man continues his pace fucking you.

“Mhm, true. But this is better, amore, no? I’ve missed you so much,” he breaths out the last part, moans interrupting his words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does that pretty often, especially if you are not around to help. Sometimes it’s because of you that he needs to. I would def see him exchanging naked pics with you and at first he does that to tease you but he ends up teased when he sees a video you sent of you masturbating.

Bets that he’d be taking photos and vids of you fucking on occasion so he goes to these when he misses you on tour.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As I mentioned previously I see Ethan to be a brat tamer. That I see to be the main kink that kind of works around everything else.

“Can you stop this, slut? It has gotten exhausting. I told you no noise but here you are,” he ordered, looking down at you trembling below his finger tips.

His face was quite stoic, voice never wavering from the strict and cold tone he tended to have when scolding you on the daily. Most times it was leaving a cup out of the sink but this time the scolding came from misbehaving. As if it was not enough that he was punishing you for being a brat and riling him up all morning, now you had to disobey orders. It was getting to him for sure.

“I’m sorry daddy,” you whisper, Ethan seeming satisfied with the response.

“Aw, why so tame puppy, now you decide to be nice?” His tone stayed the same, his words imitating a joke but the whole ordeal was not even close to it.

Now as for other kinks (did I open a site because I could not think? yes, shut up), as a result of being a brat tamer dom there are some few more kinks accompanying specifically that. He is def into bondage, both tying you up but also being tied up on occasion.

“Puppy, I have told you that is not a way to treat me. Untie me,” he says calmly, wrists tied on the headboard of the bed, eyes fixated to you.

“Well, why not? You do it all the time,” you whine, placed on all fours, facing Ethan as you lean towards him on your hands, “I want in on the fun.”

If only he was not tied… Ethan’s mind was already going places, figuring out exactly how he would punish you after you untie him -or after he escapes the restrains, whatever comes first. You knew that, very well - in all honestly that was the plan, that is always the plan.

“Amore, let me go. Let me go and your punishment will be tame,” he voiced looking at you, now positioned on top of his lap, touching yourself right then and there.

“I sense you want to be punished puppy, don't you?” You simply nod your head, eyes closed in pleasure.

“You see, the problem is you will not enjoy what I am thinking.”

“Mhmn.”

“Well, get yourself off now that you can, cause after I get my hands on you… You’re not getting to cum for days, amore.”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, anywhere. I can see him having a preference to the luxury of either of your houses or a hotel room but if you push his buttons just right, some restaurant’s bathroom it is.

why can i imagine him having sex at a weeding venue’s bathroom….. omg…..

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Honestly, both. I feel like he would be extremely good at giving it, but would never opposed to receiving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s ok with them but he doesn’t love them, ya know?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

Is surely try to do new things but it will always depends on what it is.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Come on. This goes without saying. He is a drummer for a living. He can surely go on for long…

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I def feel like he has a fair amount of toys. Some for himself, some for you… He looooves using them to punish you.

(small mention to my last fic little puppet)

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A ton! It’s his specialty. Maybe one of his most common punishments is edging and teasing. He can drag it on for days

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not very loud but is surely encouraging you to be.

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theworldofotps · 3 years

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Stay In Our Pajamas(Drabble)

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader Word Count:592 Description: After a terrible last few weeks for Roman, y/n offers him the words and comfort he needs.

Inspired by (Pajamas)

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Closing the door behind me I slip my shoes off and make my way to the kitchen. The house was silent which was weird considering Roman was supposed to come home this morning. Drinking a glass of water I go through the mail then leaving it on the counter as I make my way upstairs.

I was ready for a nice hot shower and to change into my comfortable clothing. Opening the bedroom door I stop smiling when I see a lump in the bed. Setting my bag down I tiptoe around the room and gather things for a shower.

Wanting to be quick so I could cuddle up to him in bed I grab some pajamas and head into the bathroom. I was hoping I didn’t wake him yet I knew he would be in need of a nap. Being as quiet as I could I showered then rinsed off. Once finished I step out and dried myself then got dressed.

Cleaning my mess I leave the bathroom after turning the light off and shutting the door, I walk to my side of the bed and turn my lamp on.

“Ro? I’m home from work baby.”

Getting into bed I smile pulling the blanket down, I was expecting to see my boyfriend’s smiling face. Not tear-filled eyes and dry tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Babe? Hey hey what’s the matter, why are you crying?”

Wiping his eyes I rub his back gently, his arms coming around me and holding me close.

“Talk whenever you’re ready.”

Kissing his forehead I wait for him to get collected enough to talk. Stroking his hair I hum softly, I know he enjoyed that a lot.

“The end of this tour was shit, I’ve barely had time to sleep or eat. We kept going from one place to the next a lot faster than usual. I fucked up my last three matches, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be reading about it online for the next month. And the storylines that I’m being put in is the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever done. I hate it. Don’t get me wrong I’m grateful for my job but I hate it right now.

Honestly baby girl I’m just so tired mentally and emotionally, I’ve never been so happy to leave everything behind.”

“Oh my love I’m so sorry.”

Hugging him tightly I sigh cuddling closer to him I wanted to take away all his upset feelings. It broke my heart to see him so distraught about everything.

“It’s not your fault, I know you wanted to do stuff the day after I got back but do you think we could just stay home for a day or so? Don’t really feel like being around other humans.

“Sure baby, we can stay in our pajamas laying in bed or on the couch just spending time together we don’t even have to leave the house at all this week. Since I requested off it’s just gonna be you and me. We’ll just do stuff that makes you happy and enjoy each other’s company.”

Roman pulls back to look at me and gives a soft smile, grinning at him I lightly kiss his lips.

“There’s that smile I love so much.” “I don’t know what I did to deserve you y/n, I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby and I always will.”

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miyanom · 3 years

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PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER

MASTERLIST | PAIRING: JEAN KIRSTEIN X F!READER

synopsis: studying with jean quickly changes to something else, until the boy blurts out the first thing that comes to his head. and suddenly, making out is the last thing on either of their minds.

genre: fluff, suggestive, modern au

warnings: slight nsfw, mentions of sex, making out?

notes: lowkey inspired by me and one of my friends laughing at the song. anyways, that intro literally sucks so much omg I’m sorry you have to read that mess.

It was pretty easy to ignore the background music from Y/N’s phone when she had Jean kissing his way down from her jaw to collar bone.

Y/N wasn’t given the chance to even turn off the playlist she had on while studying, when reading changed to laying beneath Jean, engaged in a make out session, in just a matter of seconds.

“I love you,” he whispered against Y/N’s neck, his breath tickling her slightly as she shifted in his arms.

Jean sat back to unbutton his shirt, while Y/N stared up at him, her face heating up as anticipation ignited in her core.

Pushing herself up, Y/N grabbed onto Jean’s unbuttoned shirt with one hand, using it to pull him back into her kiss.

A kiss much more passionate than the ones they had shared earlier in the night.

Jean gently laid her back against the covers, one of his hands snaking between their bodies to sneak beneath her waistband while her hips raised bucked upwards at the contact.

Though as soon as he did, the next song started playing, and Y/N was breaking away from the kiss with laughter escaping her slightly swollen lips.

Out of all times for it to play, Put Your Head On My Shoulder had to play now, while Jean had one hand in her pants.

With a groan, Jean pulled his hand out of Y/N’s pants, his head falling into the crook of her neck, leaving a soft kiss on her bare shoulder as she kept laughing.

“Why is this even in your library?” Jean complained, rolling off his girlfriend to lay by her side.

“It’s a good song, when you aren’t doing this...” Y/N turned her head, staring at Jean with the grin he loved so much. “That was certainly one way to ruin the mood. Better than when Sasha walked in on us that one time.”

She was right. The moment could probably be salvaged now, but when Sasha had walked in on the two of them having sex in Eren’s bathroom at a party he had thrown for their friend Armin, it was just too embarrassing to continue.

Jean reached out to brush a strand of Y/N’s hair out of her face, pushing himself up slightly on his other elbow as he stared down at her.

Y/N looked up at him. “I love you,” she said.

Jean stayed quiet, causing Y/N to shift uncomfortably under his gaze. His hazel eyes were still focused on her, but she couldn’t help the concern bubbling in her chest as the song continued to play in the background.

“Jean-?”

“Marry me.” He blurted out.

Sure, they were young, still in university and focusing on their education now more than ever. But they had been together since high school, Y/N was his first everything, like he was hers.

Jean was honestly, hopelessly in love with Y/N. To the point he couldn’t see a future with anybody but her.

It was no secret he had been planning to propose for awhile, all their friends knew about it, he was surprised word didn’t get back to Y/N already. (Connie had a big mouth, so the fact that he didn’t say anything was a huge relief.)

The only thing that had stopped him from popping the question before now, was that he was waiting for the perfect moment. But waiting and waiting had led to months passing by with the ring collecting dust in his bedside table drawer.

Underneath him, Y/N laid there with wide eyes, her face heating up, but for a different reason than the lust she felt earlier on. Marry me, did he really say that? She found herself asking in her head, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her or if the love of her life had really proposed.

A few minutes of silence passed, before Jean’s grin fell, a frown forming across his visage in its place. Suddenly all too aware that Y/N might have never even thought about marriage as much as did in her presence. “Sorry, that was too-”

“Yes, Jean.” Y/N beamed, her arms wrapping around his neck to stop him from moving away. “I’ll marry you.”

“Yes?” Jean repeated, blinking in surprise. He quickly leaned in, pecking her lips happily as she grinned.

Y/N brushed a hand through his hair, unable to stop her giggles even as he stared down at her in confusion.

“You did not just propose to me with “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” playing in the back.”

Jean couldn’t help but laugh at that when he moved to reach into a drawer on the bedside table. “It’ll be a story for the ages, angel,” he told her, popping open the small velvet box. “I can hear Sasha and Connie laughing about it even now.”

Y/N crawled over to sit behind him, her arms wrapped around his torso, and her chin rested on his shoulder after she kissed his cheek.

Pulling one of her hands off his chest, he carefully slipped the ring onto her finger, too happy to notice the gasp that left Y/N’s mouth as she rushed to sit by his side so she could get a better look.

“This… this is your mother’s ring.” Her wide eyes flickered between the diamond and Jean’s loving eyes. She had met Jean’s mother numerous times, the visits becoming more often after the couple finally moved into an apartment together, she could recognise the ring anywhere.

Jean sheepishly averted his gaze. “Yeah… she’s been asking me how long it’ll take before I propose.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip as she stared down at the ring, her heart pounding loudly, happily in her chest. Butterflies fluttering in her stomach like she was reliving the day Jean had first said “I love you” to her.

“You like it, right?”

“Of course!” Y/N answered. “I love it. I… I have to thank your mother for letting you give it to me.”

Jean chuckled. “She’ll just be happy you said yes.”

Turning around, Y/N made eye contact with Jean, noticing how red his face had gotten since he slipped the ring onto her finger.

Y/N placed a hand against his cheek, her fingers gently rubbing over his stubble as she smiled softly, repeating the words she had been saying all night. The words she would get to tell him for the rest of their lives.

“I love you.”

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