#that is breathtakingly bad writing

[forcebookish]

feel like i'm being gaslighted by the ofs fandom like where are all these wild think pieces coming from we can't possibly be watching the same ONE EPISODE of the same drama

anyway,

[ponderingmoonlight]

Gojo x wifey reader request! :D They are both training and wifey does something that surprisingly turns Gojo on

Hehe this request is everything, that was soo fun to write! Let me know what you think <3

Gojo getting flustered by his sweaty wife and smacked at their training session

Pairing: husband!Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,5k

Synopsis: Your beloved husband never fails to beat you without mercy when training together. But this time, something seems to catch his eye - your chance to finally hit him with your best shot.

Warnings: not that much plot, but a lot of comedy, it's also fluffy with slight mentions of smut, a little bit of heat hehe, enjoy

Tags:  @arehzhera @ploylulla @tzubaki @beatrexworld @kenstarsworld @dazaisdick @hellkaiserinphoenix  @lauv4chuuya @shadowfoxey @starlightanyaaa @sindela @kayleegomez @sunshine7queen @magalimachete @mokoartpost @gatitam @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @sanicsmut  @mynahx3

„Good morning beautiful“, Satoru’s sleep drunken voice mutters in your ear, making your eyes flutter open against the soft daylight.

“Is it already morning?”

You stretch your sleepy limbs out in his inviting arms with pleasure, enjoying the warmth of his body heat for just a little longer. Oh, how much you love waking up next to your husband in the morning. Despite you hate getting up early, feeling his strong arms while you wake up seems like a reparation for that.

“Not a random morning, today is training day!”, your husband announces, placing himself on top of you with one swift motion of his huge body.

You giggle uncontrollably underneath him, trying to shield yourself from the endless kisses he attacks you with.

“What does that even mean?”, you laugh out, tears already stinging in your eyes.

You look so breathtakingly beautiful underneath him with little chuckles escaping your lips and your gorgeous eyes wet from joy. Satoru will always be thankful for the day you decided to be his, for the day he was finally able to call you his wife. What a privilege it is to wake up next to you, how lucky he is to hold you in his arms, to see you even at work.

“That you and I’ll be training together today. Hope you’re ready to get your ass beaten”, he teases you.

“So sure of yourself, huh? You might be the strongest, but I can make you look weak like a baby”, you purr back, hands holding onto his broad chest.

“We’ll see. Ooopsie, you’re gonna be late. Better get going my love”, he hushes against your ear, making your eyes widen in shock.

Fuck, is it already this late? As much as you hate to admit it, but it seems like you’ve already adjusted to Satoru’s bad habits like always being late and leaving your socks laying on the floor. As fast as you can you roll over the bed, putting on your uniform so hastily that you bottom it up the wrong way. You have a lesson this morning with the first years. How can you tell Yuji over and over to be on time when you’re late yourself the next day? You need to hurry up, maybe you’ll be punctual. 

“See you later”, you breathe against your husband’s cheek along with a kiss before storming out of your shared apartment as fast as you can.

-the training session-

“Better get going or you’ll be late”, you warn your students while walking past them.

“Where the hell is she going this motivated?” Nobara questions, looking after her teacher as if she’s seen a ghost.

“Training with Gojo-sensei”, Megumi explains briefly.

“Maybe you’ll be as good as her if you start training more, Nobara”, Yuji comments with a small smile.

“What does that mean, huh? I’m already training hard!”

“Oh…really?”

“Oh, there you are. I already waited.”

Your heartbeat picks up in an instant when your hungry gaze meets him, the sheer presence of his voice overpowering the mumbling of your students entirely. He’s still in his uniform, sitting on the edge of the training field with his long legs stretched out just the way you like it. Oh, why does your husband have to be not only the strongest, but also this attractive on top of it? This won’t be an easy training session, that’s for sure.

“Well, some of us have to work earlier than others”, you tease him, watching as he lifts himself up and now towers over your frame.

He’s so close you’d be able to touch him, so close that the possibility to caress his chest with the tips of your fingers becomes almost unbearable. Focus, you are at work. Nobody at Jujutsu High knows that Satoru Gojo is in fact your husband. Oh, moments like that definitely make you question keeping your relationship private.

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? Are you somehow distracted?” he questions all innocently, teasing you through the shade of his sunglasses so skilled that your knees go weak.

“Not at all. Just thinking about how I’ll beat your ass.”

“Is that so, huh?”

He comes closer. Just a few inches, but certainly enough to let your mind wander. How much being alone with your husband sounds like heaven itself right now.

“Show me, then. And hope I don’t beat yours like I always do”, he hushes.

“Satoru”, you breathe out.

Your cheeks redden instantly, eyes darting around the area. Oh god, if someone heard that…He has some nerve, talking to you like that while standing at the training area where everyone can watch and listen.

With fast steps, you walk over the large field, putting some distance between you and your husband. You will make him pay for every little dirty word coming out his mouth, one way or another.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we?” you shout over, letting your katana glide from one hand to another.

“As you wish.”

He is neck breaking fast, rapid movements way too fast to be caught by your eyes. Just before his fist slams into your body you are able to let yourself fall into a split, aiming to sweep him off his feet.

“Nice try sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that”, you warn him, aiming for a hit with your blade.

Hopeless. Everything looks so easy when he does it, escaping your every hit without even trying hard.

“I hate training with you”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Sweat runs down your forehead like a waterfall, eyes desperately trying to focus on his figure. Damn, how is he so rapid? He even shoved his hands in his pockets, how rude. And why the hell does he take off his glasses right now?

“Fuck”, he mumbles to himself, eyes roaming all over your body.

You look like a mess, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead, uniform now completely covered in dirt, panting hard while waiting for his next move.

Why is he suddenly so turned on?

Before he can help himself, his feet carry him towards you, widen eyes looking up at him with oh so sweet confusion sparkling in them. What is on your mind? Are you as flustered as he is? God, you look even better from near, pieces of grass sticking to your face like glue.

“Are you trying to distract me? I know your dirty tricks, this isn’t working”, you huff.

You look you beautiful with your skin glistening in the harsh sunlight on this random summer day. When is this training session finally over? Are you free after it? The things he wants to do to you, things he always held back when being at Jujutsu High. After all, it is best for your relationship to be private, it is best keeping a certain distance at Jujutsu High.

The way your sharp and fast breath hangs in the air between both of you makes him lose his mind completely. Before he can stop himself, he lunges himself straight towards you, ready to kiss you with so much passion that it’ll take your breath away, ready to give you a real reason to sweat.

You smack him.

Hard.

Flat hand against his cheek.

Satoru can’t believe what just happened, rubbing his aching skin while staring down at your confident smile.

“Your dirty tricks don’t work for me, Sir!” you shout out self-assuredly.

There he stands, completely bamboozled while you begin to happy dance because you hit him.

Because you slapped him. Hard.

“I was about to kiss you, idiot”, he barks at you.

“Don’t talk yourself out of that. I was definitely able to hit you”, you remark.

Satoru has to close his eyes for a second, needs to stop the pounding in his pants. You are really something else.

“Just wait until we get home”, he mutters into your ear.

How much you love to mess with him. It isn’t hard to notice the enormous bulge in his uniform, how flustered he looks all of the sudden. After all, the man standing in front of your eyes is none other than your husband-

Your horny husband.

You aren’t exactly sure what made him feel this way. A little flirting was never enough to sweep someone like Satoru Gojo off his feet. Are you somehow exposed? Did he see something he shouldn’t? You look down on your body, uniform sitting just as it should.

Huh. Who knows what’s on his mind. As much as your mouth waters by the delicious sight of him, how much your body pushes you to close the distance between your bodies, you have to keep your composure. This isn’t the place for the things your husband currently thinks about.

“I’m definitely looking forward it. But for now, get yourself together. We still have a workout to do”, you reply with a sly grin, brushing over his arm ever so slightly.

[jm-2406]

Answers.

Summary - after an unexpected heated makeout session in the library, Theodore Nott corners you in his bedroom, demanding answers for your reckless behaviour. his possessive side comes out after witnessing you dancing closely with someone else and he decides that enough is enough.

Word count - 1.1k

Note - beware of the stupid writing, i gave it my best. This is written in third person pov and has mentions of [Y/N]. It is quite sweet imo.

This was not how she had planned for the night to go. This was not what she had thought would happen when she stepped foot in the party. And she definitely did not think that she would find herself in such a compromising situation with none other than the host of the party, Theodore Nott.

But, no matter what she had thought or planned for the night things were completely opposite now.

"Did you really think that I'll spare you after the stunt you pulled?" His raspy voice did its magic on her, he didn't even need his wand to cast a spell on her that prevented her from looking away from his intense eyes.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She decided to play dumb; To irritate him and make him mad so that he would leave her instead of cornering her in his bedroom, demanding answers. Answers that could change their equation and mess up everything.

"Oh, so the innocent [Y/N] doesn't know 'what I'm talking about', Is that so? Wearing this sexy dress to rile me up, Flirting with Malfoy, getting too close to him, grinding against him while you looked directly into my eyes and then you have the audacity to play dumb with me? Do you take me for a fool, [Y/N]?" His voice was low but strong, it sent shivers down her spine, in a good and bad way; clouding her senses in fear and lust.

Theodore placed his hands on either side of her head, caging her effectively. [Y/N] turned her head to the side when she felt him coming closer, their noses brushing. She gasped as her eyes fell on the trail of blood dripping from his palm; looking down she could clearly see the shards of glass even in dim lights. It didn't take long for her to put the two and two together. 'Oh god, how much did he drink?' She thought.

"Answer me [Y/N]," Theodore demanded again and bit her earlobe gently. [Y/N] shuddered at the sinful touch. "Stop playing games with me." He whispered in his silky voice.

"You're hurt," [Y/N] said and pushed at his chest. Theodore moved back, giving her space to escape from him but instead, [Y/N] rushed to the bathroom and returned with a first aid kit.

She made Theodore sit on the bed and bandaged his hand. "How careless could you be?" She muttered under her breath but Theodore understood her words. He held her chin with his un-injured hand and made her look up at him, gazing deeply into her eyes he said. "How breathtakingly beautiful could you be?"

He brought his face closer to her, their breath mingling together, just a few centimetres between them but [Y/N] pulled back. "You had one too many drinks. You're not in your senses. You don't know what you are doing at the moment. I can't let you make this mistake."

Theodore pulled her to his lap by her waist. [Y/N] gasped, she kept her hands on his chest to balance herself. "Do I look like a drunkard to you? Can you smell alcohol on my breath? Do you think so low of me that I'll take advantage of you when drunk?" He said with utmost sincerity. [Y/N] was at a loss for words. What she thought to be a drunken mistake was reality. Theodore was sober, he knew what he was doing by coming so close to her.

"Why are you doing this?" Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I am going to say this clearly once again. I feel nothing for you." Her voice broke as she said. Her heart knew that her mouth was spewing lies but 'it was for the best', she consoled herself.

Quickly putting some more distance between them, [Y/N] rushed to the door only to find it locked from the outside. "If you feel nothing for me then how will you explain whatever happened between us in the library, Miss [Y/L/N]?" She heard his cheeky remark. Tears wetted her face as she pulled on the door but it didn't budge.

"It won't open. My room is secured very efficiently so if by chance someone does trespass my room, he'll get trapped inside. The door won't open unless I unlock it." Theodore stated calmly.

[Y/N] froze. She turned around to face him. "Please. Don't make this difficult for me, for us, for everyone around us, for Daphne." her voice was thick with emotion, breaking his heart.

"That's what I'm asking from you." He was near her in a matter of seconds. His hands cupped her face. He wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and brought his lips closer to hers, his eyes searching her face for any signs of discomfort. "Tell me the truth, [Y/N]." He asked her once more.

“I do… I feel the same as you. I'm just… afraid… of the consequences.” She finally confessed, her resolve breaking as she lost herself in the moment. Her heart soared high, her soul content with her response. She sighed as she felt Theodore's lips on her, he tasted like the apple juice that he drank not long ago. Their kiss.. it was magical, full of Passion and intensity. He kissed her like he was a starving man and she was a scrumptious meal. He poured all his feelings, his doubts and insecurity into that one kiss. He ravaged her lips completely, kissing her with everything that he had while she found herself moaning against his lips, submitting herself to him. The world be damned.

-♡-

When they were found together in his bedroom the next morning, no one doubted them. The lies that they weaved left no chance of doubts regarding their last night's activities. She reprimanded him and herself too for getting caught up in her emotions and doing something morally wrong, no matter how right it felt while doing it. He laughed it off saying that it'll never happen again but they both knew that it was a lie.

It was not the end but just the beginning. Their beginning.

-♡-

Anyone up for part two/prequel? Please let me know.

[sunvylovebug]

His everything

↬ Warnings: None! …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬ Gender Neutral!Reader and second person narration (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬ Author Note: This is something I wrote back in 2022, I've changed and modified things to transform and improve it. Since Lycaon was so loved with what I wrote in Flowers I decided to write it about him, likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated, thank you so much and please enjoy<3!

↬ Summary: He's so in love with you.

↬ Word Count: 670 Words

Lycaon thinks you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes upon. Whenever you're near, he finds it increasingly difficult to maintain his usual professional demeanor, as your mere presence makes his pulse quicken and his composure falter, his cheeks would turn pink when seeing yours up while you have the biggest and prettiest smile on your face. His tail moves from side to side excitedly, his ears always alert to everything you have to say, if you noticed that, it would be so easy to realize that he's madly in love with you.

Lycaon knows, with absolute certainty, that you're the one for him, there's no way he's wrong about it. You are the butterfly he has been chasing, its delicate wings so breathtakingly lovely that all who behold it are left in awe.

You're beautiful, but you're more beautiful when you smile at children who ask you questions based on pure curiosity, you're beautiful when you have your hair combed with a small flower, and even with all the movement you do when moving from one side to the other, it doesn't fall and remains still in your hair, just as he remains by your side even though life has shaken him away so many times.

He wants to tell you that you're beautiful, so beautiful that you make his heart race like never before, so beautiful that he loves you so much. He is in awe of you, of how you manage to be both strong and gentle, both hardworking and graceful. You're his sun, his moon, his everything, the very reason he pushes himself to work harder each and every day. To be able to witness your radiance, to bask in your light, is the greatest gift he could ever receive.

He knows that you're everything he has ever wanted in life, so perfect, yes, you are perfect, and he wouldn't get tired of thinking that, you're perfect, you are what keeps him working so hard day after day, Lycaon is happy to be there to see you. Whether it is the first golden rays of dawn caressing your face or the soft, ethereal glow of the moon enveloping you, he can tell you're a sight to behold.

You're the center of his universe, the one who makes his world spin. And he knows, with a certainty that fills his very soul, that he will never tire of marveling at your perfection, of cherishing your beauty, of loving you with every single fiber of his being.

The rest of Victoria Housekeeping Co. tell him that he fell madly in love, they noticed the way he looks at you, his love was obvious, but he inevitably feels that you are a star, so far out of his reach, you're the brightest person, the first he has completely fallen in love with...

He's like a moth attracted to fire, he's attracted to you with all his heart, soul, all his being, and yes, the fire burns, but he would bear the pain just to be near this fire that is you. This love is something he never thought he would feel, but there he is, thinking that you're the most brilliant and most beautiful human being who ever lived.

He's in love, so in love with you that even if the days are dark for him, you make it bright with just your smile. He's in love, very much in love, he has become a fool fallen into this dark hole and you're the one who brought him here, but he doesn't feel bad about it, after all he always wanted to be in that place if it was because of you

You're a dream, or at least that's what he thinks, but when he sees you in front of him, you're no longer a dream, you're a reality that he has to face, but he loves it cause his reality is you and it's beautiful because it's you.

Perfect, you're perfect, too perfect to be true...

[pvnks0ul]

me and mrs. wolf (18+)

❊ werewolf/shifter!riri x fem!reader

sypnosis: Riri ends up having to find a creative way to keep you warm during your first camping trip together, you get more than you bargained for.

⚠︎: little plot ⁴ 🌽, kinda terotaphilia¿¿, mentions of hunting & eating wild deer(sry), dirty talk, readers really fucking cold, dom!riri + sub!reader, enlarged clit/girldick, several rounds, use of *mommy* + breeding kink, married au, amateur writing ! + bad descriptions of camping cause im js not built for that lifestyle!!

a/n: this was originally based off that one twilight scene (iykyk🧛🏾‍♀️) but shit really do be happening...🥲

There was no denying the early morning view when you'd first arrived. Selfoss was..beautiful, without a doubt one of the most Ethereal landscapes you'd ever seen but no amount of breathtakingly clear skies or eye watering fields of perfect green grasslands would ever be worth catching pneumonia in the booty hole. You didnt know how much longer you could take before calling it quits and ditching to whatever was closest to a ' 4 seasons round here—quite honestly you were probably already there.

The fire outside endlessly crackled, only reason for it not being put out was because Riri wanted to keep it burning so she could surprise you with dinner. The problem being she waited till the sun had already set to go hunting... Was it obvious she did not have the privilege of cooking very often?

You watched the blurred flames quiver and roar from behind the tents sheeted walls as your teeth clattered at an alarming rate, limbs shivering so hard you'd began jolting randomly to make sure you'd still had control over your own body. But you honestly wouldnt be surprised if they'd all just froze and fell off right about now.

You tried to roll closer to the side nearest of the fire but it's distant warmth only baited you to come outside and embrace it.

And you were so close to giving in if only the sun hadnt already went down, the light from the full moon only something dim compared to the dark forests surrounding you. Riri'd originally asked if you wanted to come with but truthfully your legs were already tired from gathering all the sticks for the pit. The relief she felt when you said you werent feeling up to the chase, especially since you wouldnt be of much help anyways, didn't go unnoticed.

So the agreement was, you'd stay in the tent where she felt you were safest and she'd go hunt alone. A very simple and easy task.

You sat up on the thick foambedding Riri had laid ontop of the built in matt so you wouldnt be laying completely on the ground. And although stocky, the comforter did little to protect you from the chilly air, you had on both your winter coats and one of Riris leather jackets underneath but it was clear no amount of layering would save you— or atleast not with the clothes you'd packed.

you smacked your forehead multiple times over like that would help as you cursed yourself for not going with her. You probably could've convinced Riri to carry you around on her back, if you had.

You poked your head out of the tent and it was nearly pitch black outside, now. The firepit lit up the inside of the empty but tiny lot, just enough to see a few trees surrounding.

The wind blew once more and your ears were starting to burn slightly from how cold it was, even with your beanie on.

By the time your brain had registered what you were thinking about doing, you'd already gotten up & were planting yourself on one of the logs that assisted as chairs. Gloved hands reached out to the fire and only then could you finally feel the slightest umpth of warmth.

You don't get to enjoy the heat for long when a snap of a branch comes from your left, pass the entrance of the camping site and you freeze in place. You try to write it off. You had to remember you were literally in the middle of a forest, it was a given that some wild life would lerk about— and you tried hard to convince yourself that's all it was.

It comes again but dangerously close and your hands drop to your sides faster than your heart to the pit of your stomach, your eyes are wide open, you weren't sure if you were prey but you weren't going to stick around to find out and before the third one can come you've already dashed it back to the little pavilion.

Zipping it up as quickly as you could with shaky hands & thick gloves, covering yourself in the comforter as a shield from whatever could be coming incase it followed you in.

Your breath hitches in your throat as the footsteps near and all you can think about was how much you wished Riri was here to protect you.

The soft thud of something weighty being dropped near your tent makes you jump and freeze out of pure unbridled fear. You have yet to blink, irises shaking and again you feel stupid because the only thing you had to defend yourself with was a lousy clothespin in the front pocket of Riris jacket.

The familiar sound the zipper sliding down sends shivers down your spine and you clutch the small needle tighter, at least you'd be going down with a fight albeit not alot.

You're too scared to even move an inch when you feel a fluffy but ice cold touch on your shoulder. You yelped, moving to a crouch as you held your clothespin infront of yourself.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Riris voice booms & vibrates against you. You can tell she's holding back a laugh by the condescending tone.

You squirm in her grip, trying to turn around in her strong arms,disbelief written all over your face, "You scared me!" you reply with a huff before hitting her hard chest, "Why didnt you say anything when you saw me running?"

"Cause I like the way you run off when you know you're not supposed to be doing something." She chuckles before kissing the side of your face, "Like doing the exact opposite of what was asked when I–"

"Ok, yeah, i get it, damn." you huff and drop your head at the lecture only for her to lift your chin so she can look you in the eye.

She pecks your cheek with chapped lips, forgetting what she was gonna say. Leading you to scoff when she releases her firm grip so she could remove her fuzzy noggin, “But...you were taking too long and i was freezinggg in here."

Riri quirks a brow, smirk festering to the surface, "I took not even 15 minutes."

You smack your teeth at her excuse, "you wouldn't understand." she laughs bolsteriusly, all whites showing as she tosses the hat to the side before seating herself against the back of the tent.

Riri pats the area beside her, "C'mere."

You crawl over to your wife, very tempted to climb into her lap but opting to just let yourself be enveloped when she wrapped her arms around you.

"Fifteen minutes feels more like forty-five when you're dying of frost-bite." you mumbled still not over it yet, snuggling into her, hogging her warmth for yourself.

"Mhmm.." she sighs. She knows that technically human bodies are much more vulnerable than one of her... stature but she also knows when her wife is being dramatic. Her hands rub up and down your back, earning a satisfied hum in response.

Your legs were stretched under you as her thumbs stroke at your cheeks, leaving goosebumps in their wake from how hot they were and it seems the both of you completely forgot about dinner.

She snorts at you before blowing air, "Well, I'll tell you what..If you miraculously manage to make it through the night, I'll get you the finest suite money can buy– in one of those what'd you call if? 4 springs? Gonna get you some proper breakfast and—"

"Mmm, thank god." You quipped before she could finish.

Riri smacks her teeth gathering you at the same time. "Yeah Anyway...all you'll have to do is sit pretty in bed and let me spoil you since you were willing to do this for me." she replies behind a smile before landing a fat peck to your temple, you moan approvingly, nodding as you clutched her shirt in your fist.

"I don't think you understand how much i appreciate it." You lift your head after a few seconds passed and she didnt let go only to find hungry dark orbs staring back at you, falling to your parted lips and then back up. Heat rushes to your face as you look anywhere but at her, "I- I do." an odd burning sensation sets in your core racing all the way up to your tummy.

"Yeah? I bet you still want me to show you though, huh?"

Riri wonders if it'd be selfish to have you right here and now, with how frozen to the touch you were just a second ago.

You grab at her arm, that doting look in your eye that you get when you're too shy under her gaze to speak your mind and she hastly decides it's not. That infact, the little action she's seeking would be helping you in the end.

So she drops her arms from around your body, shaking her jacket off and quickly undoing your puffy winter coats.

She pushes you onto your back without a word. You make sure your silence isnt mistaken for no, helping her in her mission to unbutton the first layers of jackets and slide them away.

Riri bellows at this. You always looked so pretty under her and it was a sight she'd never want to forget. She wastes no time climbing over you, straddling your thighs between her spread legs and leaning down to help.

She doesnt even need to survey once, rough hands just pulling and popping the zippers on the last few, "Ah–! Hey-" Riri brings her lips to yours in a means to shush you but she can't stop herself from the wantonly aura that read it was her who wanted more, her thumbs fumbling with the end of your shirt before yanking it up & over your bra. She grunts into your kiss a subtle, "Shut up, you won't even need them."

Your eyes flutter shut as you arch into her and there's no further argument. Just you kissing back with just as much fervor now, your hands grabbing the back of her neck and holding her closer. Riris hard fingernails scrape against your stomach as they made their way up to your breast, she fondles you gently through the fabric, circling her thumb in search of your nipple and pinching it between her index when she finds it.

You whimper into her mouth desperate for more but all she responds with is before doing the same to the other breast and pulling your bra down under the cusps of them once they'd pebbled hard enough.

She leaves you with a sweet kiss, then a peck that has you blindly chasing after her but you can't get far with the way she holds you down. You whine, bucking your hips up mindlessy absolutely desperate for any kind of friction. What you find in it's place takes you by surprise. You gasp before feeling at the bulge in her pants. Riri tenses on the spot, cursing under her breath before grinding into your palm.

"You brought your strap all the way out here, Ri?" you giggle while tugging on the tent in her pants.

Riri shakes her head, "No, I–!" she shudders when your hand moves even just a little bit, "No. It's all me." your eyes widen at her words.

You're immediately curious, feeling her up through her pants. Your fingertips going over her print and it's long, the thickest you've ever attempted to wrap your hands around. Your hands move lower and riri twitches up again. Right between a familiar set of puffy lips is where it sprouted and you're still a little in disbelief.

Riri holds your wrist in place, guiding it up and back down to the curved base. You can feel her hardening under your touch and it's oh so surreal. After a few more strokes you're already huffing under her, pupils pitch black & fully blown and she knows you're getting just as worked up.

And the shock of it all is not what you choose to focus on, if Riri says it's all her then you believe her. But that also means she must feel so suffocated in her tight-fitting boxers.

The first time you tried to move your hands away to pull at her pants, your reprimanded immediately. She takes it upon herself to push your wrists over your head, holding them in one hand, her extended claws were sharp and marking the skin just a little.

"Need t-to know if i can fuck you..." she whispers directly into your ear, your thighs clench beneath her at the blatant vulgarity.

Your words were caught in your throat in the middle of all of this. Riri takes advantage it, kissing over that side of your face multiple times before making her way to your neck, you gasp, opening your legs mindlessly and Riris already centering her bulge in the middle of your covered achy lips.

She whimpers because of how sensitive you managed to make her, abusing your swollen clit through damp fabric, frantic for a release and she needs to know if you're ready now more than ever.

Riri holds onto the back of your thighs, rolling her hips "Please.." she begs for what seems to be the first time, big brown eyes darting everywhere on your face, bursting with impatience, she felt like she was going to throb herself into a slow release.

You nod your head quickly, she could have whatever she wanted from you right now. Riri sighs before releasing your hands and you already know not to move them.

Riris anxious fingers fumble around for your leggings, tugging and tossing them to the side somewhere.

Your scent is strong and it takes over her senses completely, she almost puts her own needs aside just for a taste, an you can see the complexity in the pinch of her brows as her figure loomed overtop of you.

Evidently she made up her mind as the pads of her fingers now slid down to the edge of your panties and you can see her physically fighting the animalistic urge to rip them off of you. She utilizes her middle & ring, roughly dragging them to your ankle, letting you kick them off before she dips them lightly between your sticky lips, you hiss, giving it your all to not shut your legs around her fingers as she enjoyed the slick.

She decides it was enough with the waiting, you clearly needed this just as bad as her. Riri unbuckles her cargos, sliding off her boxers aswell.

Small desperate pants slip past your lips at the sight of your wife, taking in her muscular form but, what really captures your eye is the pretty little trimmed patch of curly hair sprawled down her abs. Your hands have a mind of their own as you grab her hips with one and claw at her toned tummy to her sport bra with the other.

She bites down on her bottom lip before swatting at you, "Fuck– Alright baby..." she speaks as she collects your wrists in one of her hands... again. She maneuvers your legs up to your chest, so she could appraise your gaping hole; so patiently awaiting her arrival.

Riris holds the tip of her erect clit in her hand, bringing it over yours and rubbing it in the wad of spit she just landed there, letting you grind up as you pleased till she had to go back down.

"Oww– huuh, ohh!" You whimper out the first words you'd spoken since she started this whole thing as she smoothly inches her way pass your entrance. Riri herself, is left hissing when she finally breaks through the ring, grazing each side of your walls effortlessly.

Your head tilts back upon entry, mind going blank as you grasped the comforter under you, needing something to keep you afloat. You're suffocating her and she's barely had a taste. she pushes further until your pelvics meet, bottoming out in one strained push.

"G–god damn." Her clit throbs inside of you, giving you more to stretch around in case you were becoming too accustomed with it the first time.

Riri murmurs more curse words under her breath from the way you clenched and halted her in place when she attempts to move. Only wanting to set a slow but satisfying rhythm to get you both used to the other.

She holds you down with one hand to your waist, pulling out to the rim of your pussy and then slamming back in. She moans louder, getting loss in the immediate pulsing of your gooey walls.

"Yes, Riri~–!" Your eyes roll as she starts to pick up the pace, fucking you harder into the matt. Not even her biggest faux piece had made you feel this full— you want some more and right now.

Her labia kisses yours as she digs deeper into you, strings of your arousal mixing with her own. "Fuck y/n." she whispers your name behind an exasperated grunt, pounding into you harshly as she held onto your waist.

Your face feels like it's on fire and your belly is rapidily turning, you were right on the cusp of an orgasm and too fucked out to warn her.

Yet you tried. You tried jerking on her clit to still her movements. But it only excites her more. She growls in response, "Mmmn—!" slapping your breast and biting her lip till she could taste iron when it bounced, ignoring your yelp completely, "Keep pulling on my shit, baby."

It grows again, the heads vibrating as your pussy adjusted around it and if it weren't for the constant sloshing from the mix of both of your releases against the other, you probably would've heard the humming.

You cry out at the stretch, pushing at her lower stomach to slow down but she simply smacks at your hands, "Nah, this is what she wants– look how she takes me. Don't be greedy, babygirl." Riri taunts referring to the loud squelch of your pussy every time she thrusted just a bit.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she shook the whole damn mat, "Riri—! I can't—" you try to fixate on the place where your body met hers, clenching around her again, throwing her off balance and she gives up on the steady strokes, "Gonna nmph—! Fucking fill you deep if you do that shit again, Mhmm.." She starts pistoling her hips into you, sloppily creating a dripping mess between your bodies, "..make you have all my babies."

You probably looked like a googly eyed fool with the way they rolled to the back of your head at her rambling, you want it all so bad, you felt delirious.

Your legs lock around her hips as you moaned out a chant of her name, clamping down on her clit with a deadly vice and her head falls back instantly, she lets you have it. Riri holds your lower stomach with her palm, hips stuttering as she ruts against you, desperately using you to empty all her nut into.

The silky straws of her cum are so warm and it makes you have an explosion on your own, your cream gushing and mixing with hers, leaking out of your pussy straight down onto the flat bed because that's you were too stuffed to keep any of it in.

And eventually all of the thick liquid combined slowly pushes her out completely.

Riri looks down to find her clit twitching, absolutely drenched in cum—she's not sure who's– still dripping from the ring formed near the base and that was surely your work.

She gets more aroused at the thought. Rubbing at your sensitive inner–thigh, ready for another round and apparently you were too by how they ease open for her.

"Can you give me a color baby?" fingers moving up to your silk-covered folds.

You blink slowly at her, nodding as you grabbed at the wrist of her curious fingers, "g–green.."

Riri bobs her head, trying not to let her smirk suffice. You're shaking, still on the cusp and yet you want more? what a slut. she hides it by kissing all over your face, making you whine when she got everywhere but your lips.

Your arms are quick to wrap and lock around her neck, pulling her down to you and Riri has to stifle a laugh at how desperate you were acting. Knowing she can't go on long when trying to resist you, she let's you win this battle.

This kiss was different then the first, you had her by the little strands of her neck hair, moaning into the hot kiss when she bit down on your lip, your mouth opens, accepting her tongue and you can feel her shaft poking and twitching with want against your lower stomach as she licked & searched every bit of it..

This kiss was messy & frantic, something that described the both of you to a tee in the exact moment.

Riri growls again, muffled but it still makes your head spin. You arch your back into her, the bottom of her clit rubbing ontop of your own and you have no choice but to leave the kiss, your head falling back in defeat as she kept rolling her pelvic against you.

"Ri! Wait, please–! just wait!" You were gonna cum if she kept going and hard, your body wouldn't have been ready for that yet.

You're flanking against each rushed thrust, as she panted heavily, "shit!shit!shit!" grunting lowly but with your constant running the satisfaction wouldn't be the same.

So Riri stops, she unravels your arms from around her body and sits back on her knees, "Come ride me." she bids, eager to have you all over again while licking at her lips, moist with your spit and cherry balm.

Your mouth gapes open as you stared at her. She purposely moved to the opposite end, knowing you would struggle to make it over there. Ri sits flat down on the mat now, her legs spread and clit swaying proudly over her lap and all you can do is bat your lashes pathetically.

You felt as if you were glued to the bedding with the way you body refused to move. Riris mean– she's so mean when she laughs at you. Shaking her head and crawling back over to you on her knees.

She stays silent as she pulls you into her chest before maneuvering your body the other way around. She pushes you roughly back down into the sheets, "Since you don't wanna listen."

Your brows raise for the first time as you weakly held yourself up on your elbows. You almost speak up but you're interrupted by the sound of a loud moan when she enters you again, moving without giving you a chance to adjust.

"Never gonna be able forget what this pussy feel like, baby." she murmurs softly despite her hard & cruelly plodding pace.

Her hands dig back into their designated slots on your waist and you drop your head, admittedly liking the harsh way she fucked and used your body for her own selfish needs. "Feel so good!" you mumble drunkenly.

The outburst earns you a slap to the round of your ass. You yelp, pulling off to the tip of her clit. "Eugnh! Fuck!" Sticking your back out, approvingly.

"Who told your ass to move?" she growls while roughly yanking you back to her mound, you mutter a meak apology that means nothing to riri as she clenched her teeth, watching you make a mess of her clit. She plays with the globes of your ass, spreading them pleasantly as you formed an unnatural arch trying to push back into her, feening for it.

"Yeah, baby? You like this position, huh? Dirty girl."

You only nod but riri corrects you, a crackle hits the air when she drops her open palm on your ass again, "Talk back to me."

You whine, arms giving out and slumping down to just your elbows, "f-fuck yes, mommy!"

Riri coos before slapping your ass again right in the middle as she snapped her hips, "You want it faster? Huh?"

You moan, "Yeah–!"

"Work for it then." riri sighs out cooly while stopping immediately against you.

Your knees shake pathetically as you immediately try. You throw it back for the first time, just tightening around her and hoping it'd be enough.

Riri squeezes the flesh of your ass in her hand in return having you curl into yourself at the satisfying burn, she bumps you against her until you were able to fuck yourself off her.

"See– shit! You know what you're doing baby."

Riri catches what you throw, grunting dirty pleasures into your sweaty neck, as you led her closer to a final climax.

"My good girl..Damn.", "Fuck, look how you working this shit."

You were brought to the final straw when she brought her hands under your body, pushing her way into your sloppy folds so she could rub at your small clit and ease your nerves. It jolts you again, but you don't run this time, just grinding down into it. You're sure to alert her though. An ear shattering, "M'gonna cum so hard mommy shiiit!"

"And mommy really wants your cum, pretty." She fucks you harsher, pulling you back and forth on her clit so hard you were gasping out at each one, the head tickling your cervix and pushing you further into your orgasm. "C'mon then."

"Ahh! Oh! M'gonna–so close shitghh–!"

Your orgasm racks through your body hard, you can't even keep up with riris strokes, letting her fuck you through your high and then you're clawing at your pillows tryin to get away. She keeps going until her hips stutter into an climax, exploding and pounding it into your coated walls until the high had escaped her.

You cry out finally sliding off her piece and closing your eyes, thighs still shaking just a bit as you went through the motions all over again. Your stomachs twisting and pulling and you dont even feel like turning around the right way– just wanting to catch your breath.

You're trembling slightly when her eyes set back on you, she can tell you're not all the way back yet. She moves between your legs to rub at your thigh and she finds it burning to the touch, problem solved, she smirks proudly.

Riri sits on the same log you had, the muscles in her biceps bulge as she grips the buck by its front and back legs, laying it flat with a thud much louder than before, using her extracted nails to get rid of the rope she tied it's ankles with in one simple swipe.

When you finally come to and realize she's not by your side, you're immediately jolting up, thinking she left you again. You're quick to take notice of the thick comforter keeping you tucked in. It still hurt to move, your body was so sore but you were more determined to go find Riri.

You toss the blanket over, revealing a fresh set of the aforementioned girls sweatpants snug on your legs and you can't seem to remember how you even got then on.

you groan obnoxiously, lifting yourself up to properly rub the sleep out of your eyes, "Riri!?" your voice was hoarse from *the possible* hours before.

You hear a faint "outside!" and have already kicked into your winter boots. And Riri doesn't need an announcement of your presence, she can feel you idling close by and pats her thigh, you gladly squeeze your way into her bulging arms, wrapping your own around her waist but under her puffer so you could steal some of her body heat.

Riri gets side tracked once again, with your weight ontop of hers, completely forgetting about dinner for a split second as she wraps her arms around you and hoists you further into her lap, her head falling comfortably ontop of your chest while your arms become a cloak around her neck.

She breathes in your scent a little and goosebumps are sprouting under the thick garments now, "Don't you wanna know what happened?"

"mhmn." you shrug your shoulders, you weren't really sure at all, mind still hazy and too busy dozing off in her arms. She was naturally very warm & cozy, almost like a living teddy especially when wearing the fluffy coat you got her and your thoughts becoming pinkish brown mush, vision slowly becoming black dots filling in a canvas as you pressed tighter into her hold, were evidence of that.

The doe-like fluttering of your lashes has her stumped, she's not going to make you stay up since it was her fault you were so worn out in the first place but, she was going to make sure you ate first.

Apparently, you ended up falling asleep against her somewhere down that line anyways because when you next open your eyes, its with a tubberware bowl full of some sweet smelling soup in her lap and a silver utensil, pokin your lip. You furrow your brows, still not all the way up yet and Riri chuckles, "Try it. It'll warm you up a little bit more."

You happily encourage her spoonfeeding it to you after this sliver of information, humming at the unique taste once it hits you. How she was able to skin and gut that deer with you in her arms the entire time, still unbeknownst to you.

This was supposed to be for Halloween but.. Well, I'll think of an excuse & comeback later 😚

🔖: @sapphicbarbz @shurislover @s0lam33y

(ty @lppriceisright for proof reading another fic for me!)

[wolfegoddess]

Priest Sabo x nun Reader x priest Ace

Random little ramble I wrote after my friend confessed they're into priests now 😅 I'll probably write more for this eventually-

Also thank you to all my friends who encouraged me to post this, I love you all and you know who you are. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

TW- blasphemy, edging, priests, masturbating, body worship, low-key sexual harassment but reader is into them too?

This went against everything they'd ever known. They'd been abandoned at the church together as babies, raised to be true men of the cloth, lived by the holy code. They were the top priests of the church and were extremely honored to know they were shepherding the Lord's lambs to true salvation.

Until you arrived.

You were so beautiful that the first time they met you, the men were sure you were a divine maiden sent from their lord himself. Soft, kind hearted, with eyes that seemed to truly see through them. You were so breathtakingly beautiful that that night the men made their first true sins against their father.

Ace came four times fisting himself in the bath thinking about how soft your lips looked when you softly mouthed his name. "Father Portgas".

Sabo was much more debauched already, grinding his leaking, aching cock between his pillow over and over again. The sight of your deep, intense, gaze as you confidently looked into his eyes playing on repeat until he was growling and grunting, soft whispers on your name falling from his pretty lips like a mantra once he finally spilled his yearning for you.

They were down, truthfully and utterly down horribly bad for you after that night. They'd find any reason to touch you, Ace resting his large, warm hand on the dip of your back as he leaned over you to examine the scripture you were reading. Or Sabo grasping your hips to steady you on the library ladder as you reach to grab an old book to help them put together the next sermon.

'It's innocent.' They thought, doing these things, only to use these moments as new material for their nightly, secretive, worships of your pull on them.

By the first month you're in the church Ace and Sabo are unable to help themselves from getting painfully hard the moment you enter the same room as them, barely able to focus on your questions as their minds reel with lavish debauched fantasies of worshipping your divine maiden body.

Unbeknownst to them you aren't fairing much better yourself. The first time you caught either of them moaning your name quietly was two weeks after arriving. You'd wanted to discuss his sermon from the day with Sabo and your body froze outside of his barely cracked door as you heard a low moan of your name. Heat danced up your neck, realizing what was happening when you peeked in and seen him hunched over his pillow. His golden locks sweaty from how hard and long he'd been fucking into his pillow thinking of you. It was so wrong. How heat pooled in your gut and without thinking, you slipped your small hand in your sleeve to reach down and feel the growing wetness in your panties.

You were truly, and utterly debauched realizing you liked being wanted by him. Silently masturbating as you watched, fingers slipping clumsily and inexperienced against your lower lips until you brushed against a bundle of nerves and nearly choked on a quiet gasp. You stopped then, fixing yourself before silently shutting his door to go and find Ace to ask for confessional.

Imagine your surprise when you stop at his door and raise your hand to knock only to hear a much louder groan of your name from behind the old oak door. Not one, but both desired you? Your head swam with thoughts, guilt, shame, but mostly arousal and curiosity. Surely it would be the gravest sin to approach either of them about this.. To voice you were interested too?

[bluebeary-jay]

CONGRATS!!! 1000 FOLLOWERS IS SO AWESOME AND I'M HAPPY FOR YOU!!🥰🩷

For the celebration I'm thinking Joel has lived in Jackson for months and has a bad reputation so people mostly avoid him and he always keeps to himself. BUT reader is the exception, always with a big smile and really polite to him (and he has a terrible crush on her). She always sees him alone at the bar looking around and seeming dislocated and decides to ask him "may I have this dance" cause she likes him too, but he panic and refuses. Later he realizes he's missing his chance with her and tries to fix it. Just some nice fluff (with age gap please🙏)

HIIIII SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT NONNIE

(okay so I'm back-ish, I apologize to everyone for disappearing but i had a rough couple of weeks and had to deal with a lot of stuff. i actually finished this fic some time ago but didn't have strength to post it but i'm more ready now so here you go <3 i hope you'll like it, i had a lot of fun writing it!! and thank you for requesting!! love you 🥰)

Joel Miller was a recluse. Everyone knew that, though not many were aware that he didn’t exactly choose this kind of life for himself.

He really hoped that things would get better after he settled down in Jackson with Ellie, but the residents of the town made it very clear that they didn’t want his company. It stung a little, especially since Joel didn’t think he gave them any reason to be wary of him, but he hid his hurt well. With time he got used to nasty whispers, people giving him a wide berth and basically everyone but Tommy and Ellie avoiding him. It was unpleasant, sure, but he learned to just deal with it.

Well, there was also you.

Joel had no clue what your deal was. Why you weren’t shying away from him like your fellow peers and why you went out of your way to always catch him into a conversation or smile at him whenever you saw him.

“I think she’s crushin’ on ya,” Tommy told him once during a dinner at his house. Ellie and Maria weren’t present, the latter showing the teen some clothes she might want – and thank fuck for that. Joel would murder his little brother if he said such nonsense in their presence.

“The hell you’re talkin’ about?” he spluttered, his eyebrows furrowed when Tommy sent him a smug, knowing grin. The question was completely unnecessary, of course, since they were already talking about you, but still Joel hoped he somehow misinterpreted his brother’s words.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Joel.” He sprawled out on the chair, still with that stupid smirk. “I really think she’s into you. I’d ask her out if I were you.”

“There’s no… I assure you she isn’t.”

“But if she was–”

“She’s not. Now can I eat my meal in peace?” Joel placed his hands on the table, but Tommy shook his head.

“But you like her, right? She’s nice.”

Joel sighed. “Yeah, she is.”

“And pretty.”

That Joel didn’t fall for. He glared at his brother.

“Jesus, Tommy, let me have it. I’m lucky she even wants to talk to me, with all her friends tellin’ her I’m bad news and me being half her age older.”

His eyes became solemn and voice took a lower, quieter tone, which told Tommy the matter was hitting Joel harder than he let on. He sat up straight, getting rid of the teasing smile.

“Alrigh’. Sorry for bringin’ it up.” Joel sighed and nodded, signifying that everything was okay. “I just want you to be happy, y’know. Maybe you should give yourself a chance.”

The older Miller didn’t answer and took a big swig of whiskey out of his glass.

The problem was, he didn’t need Tommy to tell him all that. Joel would have to be blind and stupid not to notice how breathtakingly beautiful you are, and this, combined with your intelligence, passion and sense of humor, was his ultimate undoing. Every time he talked with you, it was all he could do to hide the redness in his cheeks and the weakness in his knees.

But he did. ‘Cause, let’s be real – even though Joel recognized he had a terrible crush on you (though it took him weeks to make peace with this fact) he knew there was no way in hell you’d find him even a fraction as attractive as he found you. He was almost twice your age,  for heaven’s sake, and such a young, gorgeous woman as you would never agree to throw her life away to be with an old man.

But God knew that with each day you broke down his walls, the desire to kiss you was becoming more and more agonizing. Every smile you sent his way worked only to feed his imagination of how soft your lips would surely be if he could only brush his thumb across it, not to mention touch them with his own. He wondered how your hands, so much smaller than his calloused ones, would feel on his stomach or shoulders. How it would be to embrace you with his arms, skin to skin and without any layers in-between.

Those were not the thoughts he should be having, especially in public – yet here he was, several days after his conversation with Tommy, imagining impossible while he watched you laughing on the dance floor with your friend. You looked so carefree, so happy and full of life, your energy only reminding Joel sourly of his own old age.

He noticed you glancing his way several times throughout the evening but he knew it didn’t mean anything, it would never mean anything other than your innocent friendliness. So he just quickly looked away lest you realize he was staring.

Joel took a swing from his glass and looked around the bar, trying to take his mind off you – fruitlessly. His eyes still darted back to you every few seconds, involuntarily roaming over your exposed skin visible under the nice outfit you picked for tonight. It was driving Joel insane with longing and need, and all he could think of was the mental image of how kissing and touching you gently would feel like.

Bet you’d feel so perfect under his palms.

He closed his eyes and propped up his forehead on his fist, trying to tune out the music and all the distracting background noises.

Keep it together. 

He had to remember that he was way too old to be this enamored with a young, pretty girl like you. You would surely be repulsed if you had any clue about what was going on in his head, and some of the thoughts he had–

Then, Joel felt a light touch on his shoulder and lo and behold – there you were, standing right in front of him with a bright smile, as if summoned by his thoughts.

“Hi,” you said, tilting your head in that endearing way that made his insides tighten. “What are you doing here alone, cowboy?”

Joel prayed that he wasn’t blushing, though his hope diminished increasingly when your eyes wandered curiously across his features. Your eyebrows rose slightly and he cursed internally.

Fuck, you were so beautiful.

“M’not…” He cleared his throat and started again. “M’waitin’ for Tommy. He had to sort somethin’ out with… uh, someone.” He drummed his fingers against the table but stopped immediately, not wanting to give you an impression that the conversation with you was boring him. “You don’t have to do it, darlin’.”

You gave him a puzzled look, and he explained. “Y’know. Hang out with me. The people like to talk nasty things and I don’t wanna expose you to that.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged with a sweet smile which Joel could kill for just to see it one more time. “And I… enjoy spending time with you.“

It didn’t mean anythin’. You were just bein’ friendly.

But even though he kept repeating it to himself like a mantra, Joel could not take his eyes off you. You were a vision – your profile bathed in the soft lights of the bar, your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked over your shoulder, deep in thought, at the stereo tower. The current song’s notes died down and a new one, much slower and romantic, started to play. You took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. “Actually I wanted to ask you something. If you don’t mind.”

“Ask away, darlin’.” He offered you a small smile, hoping to put you at ease, and you wetted your lips – which nearly gave him a heart attack and caused him to almost miss your next words.

“May I have this dance?”

Joel’s world stopped for a moment. He was in the middle of lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips but his muscles stiffened and the tumbler slipped out of his cold fingers. It didn’t shatter, but the rich liquid spilled all over the table. Your eyes flickered to the overturned glass, but Joel didn’t pay it any mind, too stunned to look at anything else but you.

“C-come again?” he stuttered, his voice strained and small. In the corner of his eye he noticed people at the next table glancing their way, alarmed by the noise, but he forced his attention back to you.

“This is my favorite song,” you explained shyly, an adorable blush spreading across your cheeks and neck. “So… may I have this dance, Joel?”

Now the people sitting around them definitely heard that, because they started smirking and whispering, and one person went to another group standing nearby on the dance floor. Joel felt his own face growing hot as he watched them pointing not-so-discreetly in his direction.

It was like the most wonderful dream and the most horrible nightmare come true at the same time.

He couldn’t do it. There was no way, not in front of all the people of Jackson who hated and despised him. He didn’t want to give them a show to gossip about or worse, subject you to their disdain.

But you still stood in front of his chair with an innocent, hopeful smile, though you started to shuffle the longer Joel was silent. The song – your favorite, supposedly – was passing in the background but you kept waiting patiently for an answer to your question.

He had to come up with something. Or just explain to you that he doesn’t dance – the sweet little thing you were, you’d probably understand and not pressure him into doing it. At least he hoped so.

C’mon, say somethin’.

“No.”

Your face fell instantly and Joel’s eyes widened at the mortifying realization of what just came out of his mouth.

Anythin’ but THAT.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds in the silence of the bar before your eyes started to glisten and you averted your gaze. Someone to Joel’s left snickered derisively and in the next second whispers erupted all around you two. You seemed to shrink in yourself, embarrassment and regret marking your beautiful face, and Joel’s heart almost broke when a tear slipped from your eye, and then another one fell down your other cheek.

“Okay,” you murmured, wiping the treacherous tears quickly and keeping your gaze trained on the floor. “Sorry. Sorry.”

You turned on your heel and went to exit the establishment, your step gradually turning into a run when the giggles and whispers around you became louder. The door swung open on the winter wind and just like that, you were gone.

Then all eyes turned to Joel – and the shame Joel felt increased at least tenfold.

He saw Tommy standing up and walking toward him from the other side of the room with worry written all over his face, but Joel didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say. He stood up and left through the same door you did, glaring threateningly at anyone stupid enough to still snicker at the situation they witnessed.

Ten minutes later Joel was standing in front of your door, trying to keep his knocking below the ‘desperate’ level.

He realized that he had to tell you. He intended to keep the feelings he harbored for you bottled up for the rest of his life but you needed to know the reason why he turned you down. You needed to hear from him that he cared about you, that it wasn’t some malicious act toward you but sheer cowardice stemming from the problem that he was madly in love with you.

“Hello? It’s… it’s Joel,” he choked out through his tight throat as he knocked again, a little louder this time. “Darlin’, can I talk to you?”

No response came, though he saw the lights in your house were on, and Joel had to take a deeper breath to calm his nerves. He prayed that he hadn’t completely screwed it up, but for now all the evidence spoke against him.

You wanted to dance with him. You gathered your courage just to ask him for a dance and he said no.

Joel knew he lost his chance. He lost you. You were his only friend in town and he somehow managed to fuck everything up with just one word.

He was so lost in his wallowing in despair that he almost missed the door opening slightly. In the gap of the doorway he caught a glimpse of your iris – and though it was only for a split second, Joel could clearly see that your eye was red. A pang of guilt pierced his chest but once you saw it was him, you shut the door again.

“No, darlin’, please. Please, just let me explain.” A wave of desperation and fear threatened to drown him and Joel’s heart clenched in his chest. “I’m so sorry, I acted like an asshole but I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I-I panicked.”

He was babbling, not even knowing if you were still there on the other side of the door, but the desperate and remorseful words were spilling out of him like a waterfall.

“I’m so sorry. Sweetheart…” Joel sighed, putting his hand on the cold wood of the door and listening for a couple of seconds, but there was no sound coming from inside. “Please. I’m beggin’ you, open the door.”

Then he heard something – a sound like blowing one’s nose. Joel froze for one, two… three seconds, and nearly collapsed in relief when you unlocked the door.

“You can come in,” you said, but didn’t meet his eyes. “You’re probably freezing, no?”

Joel nodded, feeling his throat going dry at the sorrowful sight of you. He crossed the threshold, closing the front door quietly behind him and looked you over. You hadn’t changed out of that pretty outfit of yours yet, although it was now covered by a long cardigan that you draped over your shoulders. In your hand you held a crumpled tissue but quickly pocketed it when Joel’s eyes fell on it.

He opened his mouth with a sharp inhale but before he could apologize, you beat him to it.

“I’m sorry for that,” you blurted out and glanced up at him but quickly looked down at the floor again. “I shouldn’t have asked you to dance in front of all those people and I overreacted because then everyone was looking at me… Look, it wasn’t even that big of a deal so don’t read into it. Everything is fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he said softly and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “You have nothin’ to apologize for. I’m sorry for embarrassin’ you. I panicked ‘cause I–”

“It’s fine,” you muttered again. “Just forget it.”

“I can’t. Listen, sweetheart, I panicked ‘cause I wish I could let myself read into it.”

Your head snapped up and Joel swallowed heavily, realizing how stupid that sounded.

“What I mean–” Fuck, he really was shit at talking so openly about these stuff. “I… I have feelings for ya. Had ‘em for a long time now but I never planned on actin’ on ‘em ‘cause I know I’m too old and you’d never…”

“You’re… really?” you asked with wide eyes, but he tuned your words out, fearing that you were going to kick him out at any second.

“I’m only tellin’ you all this ‘cause I need you to know I care about ya and I didn’t say ‘no’ outta malice or… or ‘cause I don’t like you. I do. Too much, I’m afraid.”

You were staring at him, mouth agape and silent. Joel didn’t move, awaiting your reaction – whether you tell him to get out or scream how disgusting he was, he was going to take it. And then, if you never want to see him again, he’ll accept it. One day. But he doubted his heart would ever recover.

“Let me fix it,” he begged, his voice just above a whisper when you didn’t give any reaction to his confession. “Please, darlin’.”

Your eyes skimmed over his face as you hummed to yourself, almost irritably calm. Joel swallowed, the weight of guilt and anticipation pulling him down – and he was ready to fall to his knees before you when finally you lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your fingertips, so delicately he could barely feel it. He froze and tried not to breathe, not wanting to cause you to pull away.

“I noticed something when you were rambling,” you said with a hint of reflection. Joel had no idea what was happening or why were you acting that way, but he daren’t move. He briefly entertained a thought that he was dreaming, but then his attention got caught by the sight of the corner of your lips twitching slightly, as if you were keeping yourself from laughing.

His chest expanded with hope so strong, it was almost unbearably painful.

“What is it?” he forced himself to speak, the nerves making his voice weak and raspy.

“Your accent gets heavier when you’re nervous,” you mused, as though to yourself, now trailing your fingertips down his stubbly cheek. “It’s cute.”

His heart lurched at your words. You gazed up at him and absently bit your lip, which Joel found downright sinful.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to gather the courage to make the first move?” Your words were bitter, but there was a trace of relief in your voice. Joel let your fingers wander across the lines of his jaw and cheekbones, wishing he had enough boldness to touch you like that, too, but suddenly, your hand stilled and your eyes met his again. “Did you mean it? The things you said?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, his own fingers twitching as he restrained himself from reaching for you. His head was spinning, trying to comprehend the meaning of your actions and words. “But do you–”

You touched his lips lightly again, silencing his question, and your features slowly were overtaken by a large, bright smile, which seemed to lift all the heavy weight of worry from Joel’s shoulders.

“You wanted to fix it, right?” you asked in a teasing whisper. He nodded. “Then just ask me.”

You weren’t angry. You weren’t pulling away.

You wanted to dance with him and you gathered the courage to do so, and now Joel had to do the same. He couldn’t waste this second chance you gave him.

The corner of his lips quirked upwards and he exhaled shakily.

“May I have this dance?”

You pursed your lips to hide your joy and side-eyed him, but your eyes were sparkling with playfulness. “You know, I think I should respond the same way you did. Just to be fair.”

“Sweetheart, don’t play with this old man’s heart,” he whispered and smiled shyly when you giggled at the exasperation but also uncertainty in his voice. Joel still felt kind of out of it, too stunned to trust his mind that this was really happening – but the sound of your laughter brought him right back to Earth, to the place he wanted to be more than anywhere else.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Miller.” You took his hand and brought it to your hip, making Joel’s breath hitch in his throat and cheeks grow warm. His reaction didn’t get past you, and you smiled at him so radiantly that his world started to spin. Then your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body against his. “But you’ll have some atoning to do.”

His throat was dry, but Joel returned your shy smile, stepping to the side and guiding you carefully to the thumping rhythm of his heart.

And a couple of minutes later, after more hushed apologies and assurances during your slow-dancing, Joel placed his hand on your cheek, almost letting out a relieved whimper when you nuzzled your face into his palm.

And after another few minutes went by, when he leaned in and you didn’t stop his lips from meeting yours, he knew he was a goner.

He couldn’t get rid of the big smile on his face – perhaps the first real one since arriving in Jackson all those months ago.

[thehusbandoden]

More aizawa fics please! An maybe an Angst to comfort or just angst.

A/n: Of course! This took me way too long 😆😅! I posted three more Aizawa drabbles a few days ago, you can find them here <3. I'll make sure to post Aizawa more, but I hope this was good enough for now 😅.

Oh and remember, if it doesn't suit your taste you can always send in another ask <33

A Broken Promise and a Broken Heart -Aizawa Shota x Reader

General info:

Genre: angst to comfort // wc: 2,883

Summary: even though Shota's work schedule is hectic, he does his best for you, and that's all that matters. But, he promised- he promised. And now all you can feel is this crushing hurt.

Warnings!: accidental broken promise, yelling (+ caps), immense guilt, and a whole lotta hurt. Please let me know if I miss any <3! Anon, if any of these things are triggering please, please reach out to me and I'll write something else for you! <33

You and Shota have been married for almost a year.

You met in the middle of a pro hero gathering. You knew one another's public image, but not personally. After you bumped into one another- it was mostly your slip up, but Shota has always down played that- you felt an instant connection. After chatting for a few minutes you exchanged numbers, and went on your way.

It took another four days for you to reach out to one another. He texted you, double checking to make sure that it was you he was texting, and then proceeding to ask how you were. You ended up texting for eight hours

You both spent months simply texting and calling one another, talking for hours and hours until one of you fell asleep- which was mostly Shota because the man was exhausted.

About seven months later you met in person again, going on a date to a little cafe that was newly opened. Long after your breakfast was eaten you continued to chat, and you almost reached four hours, but you both sadly had to get to work.

Two dates later, Shota officially asked you out, which you accepted with a wide grin.

A month into your relationship and you were already saying 'I love you', and you both started talking about marriage four months after that. When your relationship hit six months he proprosed, and you got married three months later.

Though a little rushed, your relationship was filled with pure love, and the two of you couldn't be happier.. until Shota started working even more.

You knew that there wasn't really a reason to be mad at your husband, but the transition of seeing him every morning and every evening to almost not at all was heart crushing. You felt alone, and unloved- even though you knew that he was doing this for you.

After two weeks of this you stayed up late to talk to him about it, which he wasn't happy about.

At all.

After arguing for thirty minutes you angrily told him that he better be here in the morning to talk about the problem, or you were going to loose your mind.

Luckily, he was there, and things went a lot more smoothly when he was fully rested- well as rested as possible.

He agreed on trying harder to be there more, and you agreed on trying to more patient with him. And for a while, it got better. Instead of coming home after midnight he'd get off around 7-10, and you got to spend more time with him. Though it was little, it was progress, and you were simply happy that he was doing his best.

Though after a while it got bad again, but Shota did apologize and promised he was doing his best, so you supported him, tucking away those feelings of hurt in order to be there for your other half.

It stayed like this for a while. Sometimes he would be home at 6, roses in hand as he leant down to kiss you, telling you how breathtakingly goregous you were. Those nights were completely focussed on one another, leaving you breathless and entirely in love.

Some nights you would stay up for him. Somtimes he got home a little later then usual, but sometimes he would come home well after you fell asleep to tuck you in with a sad smile and kiss to your forehead.

Though not ideal, you both were simply doing your very best for one another.

You would ask him to come home as soon as possible, and to make it to special days like your mom's birthday party, your upcoming anniversary, and special pro hero interviews. And most of the time he did his best and got there a little late, if not on time.

And he would ask you to continue being amazingly gorgeous, loving, and selfless and to please, keep being patient with him. And so you did, and it worked.

Well.. it worked for a while, but such a fragile foundation was bound to break eventually, bringing down everyone with it.

~~Present day~~

Tears cascaded down your face as you aggressively wipe at your tears and dripping mascara. The feeling of betrayal bringing hiccups from your glossed lips. You could feel nothing but immense hurt. The kind of hurt that caused your heart to throb in pain, a new wave of heart break hitting you with every breath you inhaled.

He promised.. he had promised that he would be there. That he would make time for you, his wife of one year.

Today was your anniversary, you had reminded him again and again and he said that he would make it to your reservation, that you didn't need to worry.

Just this morning he was whispering words of love and promising you that he would be there.

And so you trusted him. Because you loved him, and knew that he would always keep your happiness as his main focus in life.

And so you spent the entire day cleaning the house, making sure everything was spotless. You then bought scented candles and rose petals for your shared bedroom, wanting the night to be as romantic as possible.

After everything was perfect you got ready yourself, washing your hair and shaving during your shower, putting on Shota's favorite red dress on, and doing your hair and makeup.

As soon as it was time to leave for the reservations you texted Shota, just wanting to give him one more reminder.

You were too busy getting to the restaurant on time that you didn't even notice how he hadn't texted you back.

When you got there you were seated at a table for two and ordered the both of your drinks, knowing Shota's by heart. As the mintues crawled by you texted Shota three more times, not wanting to call in such a high class restraunt, plus he was still at work.

A hour and a half passed by and there was still no sign of him, and you were worried. The waiters were visibly getting impatient for you to order or just get out of the restaurant, and all of the other customers- mostly couples were giving you either knowing, pittied, or disgusted looks.

After another hour the staff escorted you out, apologizing, but telling you that you couldn't simply sit there, and that they had a couple who needed that table soon.

When you got into the car you were silent, and suprisingly calm. It was like realitly hadn't hit you yet. You were silent as you continued to drive, but your eyes started to sting.

He promised you.

He was supposed to be there.

It's not like there was a villain attack, you're phone wouldn't given you a warning to stay clear of that specific area and to stay at a safe place.

He's not cheating. You know that much for an absolute fact.

So why.. why did he lie to you?

The tears started coming, coming down faster the more that your situation hit you.

It was your first year anniversary for being married.. it was a pretty big deal, so why? Why did he leave you alone like that?!

You did everything for him- going out of your way to make sure that everything was perfect!

And he had to screw it all up!

Sobs caused you to shake as you finally released your sorrow as you wailed. You've been trying so hard, pushing your feelings down every time something hurt you, and it was finally being released.

It doesn't help that your hormones have been out of whack recently either.

As you pulled into the driveway you bit your knuckle to silence your sobs until you closed and locked your front door.

Stumbling to the couch, you yank off your heels and throw them against the wall before scooping up two of the three worried cats at your feet.

Not even bothering to look at who was who, you bury your face into their soft fur, sniffling as their purs helped calm you down. By the texture of the cat on the left it was probably Mew, your fluffy white female cat, and the deep rumble of the cat on the right was probably Haru, your only male cat and the biggest baby of the house- minus Shota when he was being clingy of course.

That thought brought you to sobs once more, causing Mew and Haru to put their purs into overdrive and the third cat -Aiko to jump onto your lap, rubbing against your stomach as she purred.

After a lot of purring and kisses the cats calmed you down enough to be able to see clearly, though you were still hiccuping and sniffiling.

"I love you all." You whisper, petting two of the three cats on your lap, making sure to rotate so each cat got an equal amount of pets.

As you drifted off to sleep you were startled awake by the opening of the front door and a soft "I'm home".

Hurrying to sit up, tears pricked at your eyes at the sight of Shota walking into the house like normal. Did he not realize how much he hurt you?!

"Oh, y/n? What are you doing?" Shota asked, walking towards you to give you his usual kiss of greeting.

As you jerked back from him Shota paused, eyes squinting as he took in you, dressed for a special occasion, the mascara and tear stains littering your cheeks, and the cats, all three of them rubbing against you and purring. Aiko was even glaring up at him, grey-blue eyes seemingly piercing his soul.

"What happened?! Shota quickly asked, looking around to try and figure out what's gotten you so.. upset. His heart ached as he desperately tried to find a way to comfort you, heart shattering as one thought replayed in his head.

Who hurt you?

"Don't act like you're so innocent." You sniffled, picking up Haru to cuddle against your chest, your breathing starting to slow down as you listened to his calming purs.

"W-what did I do?" Shota asked, a whimper stuck in his throat at the idea of hurting you.

"I don't know, check the date, idiot."

A stinging hurt stung at his chest as Shota stumbled for his phone, quickly glancing at the date.

Oh no.

Oh.. oh no.

"I- I was supposed to meet up at the restaurant tonight.." Shota breathed, causing you to scoff.

"Baby I am so-"

"I don't c-care." You seethe, inwardly cursing as a small sob interrupted your sentence.

"Oh baby, baby please, I am so so sorry- I- I totally got wrapped up with work today and totally spaced it- baby please you gotta believe me-"

"Oh I believe you. I- I'm just h-hurt. I spent a-all day making everything perfect for the two of us- and this is how I'm repaid- i-it really, r-really hu-hurts." You reply through sobs, breaking Shota's heart even more.

"Y/n-"

"JUST STOP! I'M SO DONE WITH ALL OF THIS! WE DON'T NEED ALL OF THIS EXTRA MONEY AND YET YOU WORK AND WORK AND WORK! I-I'VE TRIED TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT I'M JUST DONE! PLEASE JUST STOP WITH ALL OF THESE EXCUSES! YOU MESSED UP SHOTA! AND YOU NEED TO OWN UP TO IT!"

"Y/n- baby, I-I'm sorry.. I- I promised I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry, I know I screwed up, I-I'm sorry."

Scoffing, you stand up, much to the cats' displeasure.

"I love you, Shota, but I am very hurt and need some time to myself. I'm going to sleep in the guest bedroom, with the cats. I hope the time alone will help you realize how badly you messed up."

"I understand, sleep well my love." Shota murmured, stepping out of the way for you to stand up, Mew and Aiko in your arms.

"C'mon Haru.." You whisper, causing the cat to let out a pur and follow you up the stairs.

~Shota's pov~

As soon as he heard the door close Shota banged a fist against the nearest surface. How could he mess up so badly?! It was your first year anniversary! What the freak!? He promised!

As his heart broke in his chest anger consumed him. How could he just-?

Taking a deep breath Shota started to calm down, deciding to clean the house as a way to clear his head and do something nice for you. As he looked around Shota continued to get angrier at himself as he saw how spotless the entire house was. The only room that had anything messed with it was the living room.. where your thrown shoes were.

Sighing, Shota picked up your shoes and put them away.

Whatever, he should just get to sleep. Scoffing at himself, Shota made his way into your shared bedroom.

As he walked upstairs his heart started beating against his ribcage, there were rose petals leading up towards your shared bedroom.. similar to when he did the same thing for you the night after your wedding.

Opening the door, his heart stopped as he saw the rose petals lovingly placed across the room, and then the candles placed along the room as well. It was so breathtakingly romantic- and he messed it all up.

Grabbing at his hair in frustration Shota let out a small whimper, not knowing what to do. Looking at the time, his heart started beating faster against his chest. It was only nine, it was still your anniversary.

Rushing down the staircase Shota hurried to grab his keys and slip on his shoes. Hurrying out the door, he hurried to lock the door and rush to the car, starting the engine and backing out of the driveway hazardously.

~~Your pov~~

Sniffling, you pet Aiko lovingly, her soft purs helping you relax. Right before you fell asleep you heard the front door open and close, and the car start.

You were alone once more.

The thought of Shota not wanting to deal with the problem hurt- a lot. You at least expected him to stick around and fix things with you before he went back to his terrible work schedule.

Right as you were about to start crying again you were pulled out of his thoughts by the front door opening and closing again. Interest peaked, you stayed silent to listen to the sound of footsteps.

Though you were hurt, the familiar sound of Shota's pacing footsteps brought a certain level of comfort, lulling you to sleep.

~~

You awoke from your restless sleep by a slow, hesitant tap on the door.

Sitting up, you rubbed at your eyes, trying to fight against the temptation to lay back down to sleep.

Looking around you, the strange surroundings confused you. Why were you in the guest bedroom instead of your own? After a few seconds of pondering, your memories came back in a flash and you recognized the tapping as Shota.

"What do you need, Shota?" You ask, desperately fighting against a yawn.

"I-I have something for you.." the man muttered, causing you to frown in thought.

"I thought I asked for space." You huff, causing Shota to sigh, and -you assume lean his forehead against the door, causing a small 'thump' to be heard.

"I- I know, but please?"

"If I don't like it, I'm going to be upset for longer, and you'll be alone for longer." You warn, getting out of bed to walk over towards the unlocked door.

"Okay, that's fair."

Slowly opening the door, Shota stands up straight, a hesitant and almost sad look in his eyes.

"Please, let me make it up to you." Shota whispered, reaching out his hand towards you, making sure to leave the decision up to you.

Watching him through slitted eyes, you place your hand in his, immediately entangling your fingers with his out of habit.

Smiling slightly, Shota squeezed your hand before gently leading you towards the stairs.

Confused, you started to look around, not really noticing anything out of the ordinary.

As you started to walk down the carpeted stairs your breath hitched in your throat. Littered across the floor were rose petals, creating a path down the stairs.

"Shota-"

"Shhh, we're not done yet." Shota murmured, kissing the shell of your ear lovingly.

Going down the rest of the stairs, your eyes start to glow as you look around. There were rose petals all around, leading towards the dining room, living room, and front door.

"It's your choice my dear." Shota whispered, kissing your shoulder blade. "Dinner, movie night, reading and cuddles on the patio or.. something else."

A shiver went down your spine as you looked around you. "Oh Shota-" You whisper, turning around to look the man you loved so dearly in the eyes. "This is.."

"Not enough. If you want to go to sleep then we can do so, but I'd be happy to celebrate our anniversary with you, and I will continue to apologize until my wrongs have been repented for."

"Oh Shota.." You sniff, throwing yourself onto him. "I love you. So, so much."

"I love you more, Kitty."

Smiling, you pull away to wrap Shota in a kiss full of passion, tears, and smiles.

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[etheries1015]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a Meleanor x reader.

It could be any kind of scenario i don't really have specific request. Sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language btw.

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening!!

Sorry for the late response! Slowly but surely getting to my inbox after my little hiatus. heuheuheu.

I like this!! I can't say I've seen a Meleanor X reader yet! I love Mama Draconia and I too would want to court this woman. heuehueheu. thank you for this request!

Meleanor X reader - Flower crowns

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, taking place when you two were younger. Not very age specific, just classify it as first love!

TW: None! Just fluff. and lightning. but tis' what comes with falling in love with this hot headed fae <3

The princess always left you in awe. Her beautiful black long hair and marks of a dragon across her forehead always left you enamored- her beauty was beyond compare to that of any other fae you set your eyes upon. Although she did have a temper...and often attempted to strike you with lightning every time your feeble pick-up lines were below her standards...

However, the only thing you could think of as you watched the fae princess sitting against the tree was how ethereal she would look with vibrant flowers adorning her slick black hair and midnight horns. Meleanor was asleep against the tree, while you were now sitting on the grass a bit of a distance away with your legs folded and flowers in your grasp.

You wouldn't classify as being the best flower crown weaver to exist. It took a few times of unraveling and re-wrapping, even having to venture out into the woods to grab more flowers. Finally, you have finished creating your masterpiece. A flower crown with a vibrant variety of colors. Forget-me-nots, daisies, petals from peonies, marigolds, begonias, and the ever-so-popular red roses and thorns to match. You glanced down at your handiwork and looked back up to the sleeping fae. Even underneath the dusk of the setting sun, she was breathtakingly stunning. You crawled up to the fae crown in hand, before lifting it carefully above her sleeping form and setting it gently upon her head careful not to rouse her from her deep sleep.

You simply basked in this moment, watching Meleanors chest raise slightly and parted lips exhale gently. You were surprised when she hadn't woken up with your rustling, so you decided she must truly be exhausted from her duties (of constantly running away from her knight's eyes simply to be with you). You also found yourself yawning, removing your own jacket to cover the princess before leaning against the other side of the tree and lulling into sleep rather quickly.

You were woken up by lightning.

It startled you awake, but your reflexes were fast enough to dodge before it made contact. Looking up you saw a tall, angry Meleanor standing above you with her hands upon her hips and a scowl upon her face with bright rosey cheeks to match.

"Explain what this is," She abruptly said, pointing to the crown on her head to which a few petals had fallen to her black cloak and royal dress. You pursed your lips then smiled, showing her a toothy grin.

"A flower crown," You replied, "You look lovely, like a gorgeous blooming garden. The flowers truly do flatter you, my princess."

You were struck by lightning. Again. And she missed, again.

"Save me from your silly theatrics and cease your horrible flirting!" Although the words she spoke were exasperated, you could tell by the blush on her cheeks that she did not, in fact, dislike what transpired. Your words affected her greatly, she wasn't sure how to handle her strong emotions and beating heart. You chuckled at this and stood up, your hands hiding behind your back. This movement did not go unnoticed by the princess.

Meleanor aggressively grabbed your arm and pulled it forward. Upon seeing the first hand, she grabbed the other one to do the same. They were riddled in cuts and bruises from handling the thorned roses and picking of flowers, her eyes widening at this revelation.

"Come here," She grunted, pulling your arm and dragging you to the castle doors.

"You know i'm not allowed in the castle," You sighed, "I'm just a commoner. They will kick me out as soon as I step foot inside of there. AND you're gonna get in trouble with your parents." Meleanor huffed and shot you an annoyed glance, grey clouds overhead an obvious marker of her mood.

"Do you not think I am already aware of this fact? I have many ways of getting inside the castle away from prying eyes. Now shut your mouth and trust me!"

"Awe...does the princess have a soft spot for poor me? Are you going to kiss my wounds all better, Meleanor?"

Although another blast of lightning interrupted your incredulous flirting, she pursed her lips and paused in the middle of heading toward her secret entrance.

"...Perhaps just this once." You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head in confusion, mouth hung slightly open. You couldn't see what expression the princess held, for she was turned away whilst her hand remained on your arm trembling ever so slightly. Before you could inquire her statement, she continued.

"As a reward for this...'flower crown'...I shall grant you your wish. Just this once!" The fae took a deep breath in and turned around to face you, face red as a rose and puckered lips she placed them against your own. You gasped in shock at the sudden contact, unable to form a proper reaction before she was already turned back around and pulling you towards the castle at a rapid pace. You smiled fondly staring at the rambunctious fae in front of you, the flowers of the crown you weaved fluttering with every step she took.

If only she could hear just how loud your heart was beating.

~~~

[adhd-roided-red-panda]

I have a gripe to pick with a Phoenix Wright AA character

There is no character in the original Phoenix Wright trilogy I hate more than Morgan. Why? One word, Pearls. I can speak from personal experience that childhood trauma lasts forever, which is what Pearls would have gone through if any of Morgan's plans worked. When I think about Morgan's situation, the thing that makes me unsympathetic toward her is that she did it for Pearls. After all she went through, she chose to do terrible acts like framing her own niece for murder, and even resorting to an attempt at killing her, and not once did she think about what Pearls would think. Pearls loves Maya dearly, so think about how she would turn out to be if Maya was incarcerated or worse, dead. Now think about how she would've felt knowing that it was her own mother who orchestrated the outcome. I don't think Morgan's tragic backstory would have been enough for Pearls to forgive her mother. That's why I hate her. Was what she went through terrible? Yes. But in no way does her past outweigh her actions. And let's not forget, Misty went through the same shit after the DL-6 incident, and on a greater scale, so it's not like the sisters didn't share that in common. However, Misty turned out different. Hell, Misty's whole family turned out different. When we see her for the first time, Misty is breathtakingly gentle. Mia took her mother disappearing with actual empathy, and instead of getting someone killed over it, she took to law to try and take down the person who ruined her mother. Maya turned out to be a stronger woman than Morgan could ever amount to, helping Phoenix take down criminals in whatever way she could. These characters all went through terrible hardships, and because they had a solid rock to lean against, whether it be the fey sisters for Misty, Maya for Mia, or Phoenix for Maya, they all turned out to be strong women in their lives. But Morgan could've had someone as well, however, she was too busy resenting her. Morgan could have consulted Misty, and it's not like Misty would have done nothing, it'd be out of her character if she actually did do nothing. No, Morgan chose to revel in her hate, and that hate blinded her from being a good mother to Pearls, Dhalia, and Iris. She abandoned her firstborn twins and orchestrated a plot where Pearls would've killed her best friend. So, to all the people who get confused about why people hate Morgan Fey despite the backstory, it's because her actions speak louder than her intentions, she happened to have both terrible intentions and bad actions. I'm not saying her backstory is bad, but I don't think it's meant to be a justification for her actions. A backstory is just that, a backstory. Not every tragic backstory is a redemption. If a tragic backstory creates an evil character, and that character's heinous actions reveal them to just be evil, then they're just f**king evil and don't automatically deserve sympathy.

P.S. I know I included Dhalia in the list of Morgan's unbecoming, but I have problems with her backstory too, but that's mostly a writing thing.

[beomgyuslilracha]

you don't go to parties ☆.* 5

⊹ pairing: choi yeonjun x f! reader

⊹ genre: exes to ... complicated

⊹ warnings: besides my own bad writing? none !

⊹ wc: 4.9k

summary: back in your college days, you were living at the prime of your life alongside your boyfriend, yeonjun. you couldn't remember most of it, though, considering it was a blur consisting of mostly parties and many drunken nights. eventually, you reached your limit, and you and yeonjun no longer saw eye-to-eye. after many fights and endless tears, you disappeared for good and left that life and your boyfriend behind. but, five years later, yeonjun was still waiting for you at every party.

in the midst of the early morning, you were suddenly woken up in a state of surprise by a seemingly odd, and rather loud, thud. sitting up in a rush, you quickly began to rub at your tired eyes in order to look around and discover the source of the noise.

you first took note of the empty space in the bed beside you, where you certainly remembered a cute blonde boy used to be. noticing the way the bed sheets seemed to have been dragged off towards his side, you slowly crawled forward to peer over the edge.

that was how you spotted little huening sprawled out on your bedroom floor.

"oh my God, kai, are you okay?" you asked him, stifling a laugh while trying to maintain a look of concern. you figured he must have accidentally rolled right off while he was still half-asleep.

"yeah, i'm okay," kai eventually grumbled in response, though his face was practically glowing the deepest shade of red – you assumed as a result from his embarrassment.

it was ... partially true, at least.

he would never admit it to you in a million years, but, truthfully, you were the actual reason he had fallen over.

perhaps 'fallen' wasn't the correct word, rather, he threw himself over the side entirely by choice.

when he had awoken just a moment or so before you, he hadn't expected to wake up so ... close. your noses were mere centimeters from brushing together, and he felt the warmth of your hand unconsciously tangled with his.

at first, kai was completely frozen in place – too nervous to make any sudden movements that would cause you to pull away. he didn't even register any signs of leftover drowsiness in himself, too mesmerized by how ethereal you looked now in front of him.

he wasn't sure if it was the way the sunlight was gently caressing your skin from between the gaps of the curtain now, or if he was truly seeing you in a far different light than before..

he searched through the memories in his mind, but he couldn't seem to pinpoint the exact moment where he started to feel so strangely around you. he most especially couldn't comprehend the dull ache in his chest that he was feeling or what it could possibly mean.

noting the way your shoulders slightly rose and fell as you breathed ever so softly and the way he could feel your fingers gently and unknowingly tighten around his own, the only thing that he was certain of was that there was no sight more breathtakingly beautiful than what he was seeing now.

with the hand that was not entwined with yours, he ever so carefully lifted his finger to hover just a centimeter away from you. he was hesitant, but he so badly wanted to tuck the stray strand of hair that had cascaded down your face.

that was when you breathed in a little more deeply, slightly stirring in your sleep and catching kai completely off-guard.

the sudden movement had surprised him so much, along with caused his heart rate to increase instantaneously out of panic, that his only reasonable reaction was to throw himself as far from you as he possibly could.

as he looked up at you now, with your hair a mess and your smile beaming down at him, the pounding of his heart seemed to only get worse.

why was this happening?

you reach out your hand to the poor boy, shaking your head as you laughed softly. "come on, get up. i imagine you'd be much more comfortable up here than down there."

kai took your hand for the support to sit back up, but he couldn't help but to mumble quietly under his breath, "i wouldn't be so sure.."

you ruffled his bedhead playfully, smiling at your best friend so sweetly. it wasn't every morning that you got to wake up with a smile on your face, so you were grateful for the boy in front of you now. "here, let me wash up and then i'll make you breakfast so you can feel better, okay?" you giggled at him, sitting back up from the bed and making your way into the restroom.

kai watched your figure disappear behind the bathroom door, and his lips were quick to form into a pout as the door closed behind you. "i don't think that's going to make me feel better," he muttered to himself.

except he was lying and he knew that was definitely going to make him feel more than just better.

even by the time that you had left the restroom for him to take his turn, he was all the more eager to wash up even quicker in order to spend the morning with you.

just the thought of being with you had him smiling extra hard at his reflection in the mirror as he washed his face. he couldn't tell if his face was warm from the water or from his thoughts...

even the simple action of placing his spare toothbrush beside yours had him smiling so shyly. it was so cute, and for what?

almost like ... almost like if you two were-

"woah, are those eggos?" kai questioned aloud, stopping all train of thought after entering the kitchen.

you glanced up towards the newfound presence in the room, your hand paused wrist-deep in the aforementioned box of eggos. "yeah.. is that okay?"

kai laughed, though a bit confused. "of course it's okay. why wouldn't it be?"

"just in case i gave you the false impression that i actually know how to make a proper breakfast," you admitted with a cheeky smile, popping the eggos into the toaster.

kai took it upon himself to search for the syrup, mentally taking note of all the leftover takeout stocked in your fridge. he was not at all under any impression that you were capable of cooking any meal at this point.

not that he was any better, since he had not a single cooking skill in his body, so who was he to judge?

once all the eggo waffles were ready to eat, you brought out the containers of fruit and whipped cream to decorate the tops with.

where kai decided to make a cute face on his, you opted for an aesthetic fruit tower on yours.

breakfast was cute and casual, minus the mini fight with the whipped cream the two of you had afterward when you thought it'd be funny to put some on his nose — causing you both to have to take turns showering in order to wash it out of your hair.

"we need to start heading out soon," you announced to kai after he exited the bathroom, scrubbing his hair dry with a towel. "beomgyu is already spamming our group chat wondering where we are."

kai pouted, glancing over at you sitting patiently at the edge of your bed. you were already fully dressed for the day, whilst he was wearing the spare sweatpants you got for him - after staining his jeans earlier from the syrup and whipped cream.

if kai was being honest, he had completely forgotten about music bank already. despite the fact that it was a big day for him, he felt that he would much rather stay at your apartment and spend the entire day with you.

taking note of his small pout, you giggled - assuming that he was merely nervous about having to mc today instead of anything else. "come on, i'll help you practice the whole way, okay?"

kai smiled sweetly at you, not wanting to have to explain that that wasn't exactly the dilemma he was dealing with.

either way - at least he knew you'd be there for him the entire day anyway.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

by the time the two of you arrived at the set of music bank, the surrounding staff wasted no time in ushering kai away to be dressed and ready to film.

meanwhile, you decided to use this opportunity to search around the halls and public spaces for any sign of beomgyu. he mentioned in his messages that he'd be waiting for you in the room designated for him and his personal staff.

unfortunately, he failed to mention exactly where that was, and now he was failing to respond to your most recent messages.

in which case, left you wandering the halls like that of a lost puppy.

it didn't help when it seemed like every idol in the entire industry seemed to be filming challenges of some sort or another in every area of the building, so it was making it rather difficult to navigate around.

"damn it, choi beomgyu, i'm seriously going to kill you," you muttered under your breath in annoyance as you dialed his number and received no answer again.

for someone who was whining and wondering where you were, it sure was an awful coincidence for him to go radio silent the second you were looking for him.

"did you say you were looking for beomgyu?"

at first you were startled by the sudden voice that just so happened to overhear you talking to yourself, but it was quickly replaced with a wave of relief as you hoped to finally have some form of help in finding your friend.

"yes! please tell me you've seen him!" you practically pleaded to the stranger, but your demeanor suddenly changed into that of curiosity as you took a moment to process the stranger's appearance.

... silver hair ...

meanwhile, in that same instant, his eyes widened similarly as he registered just exactly who you were for himself.

"uh- yeah," taehyun had to clear his throat to regain his composure. he hadn't expected to be the one to run into you while on his way to look for yeonjun. "i'm pretty sure i saw him upstairs filming a challenge."

"thank you so much, really," you thanked him profusely, bowing formally to fully express your gratitude, regardless of the simplicity of the situation.

"no problem. i hope you find him."

taehyun then began to walk away, wanting to find yeonjun and immediately tell him how incredibly out of his league you are — your pictures certainly didn't do you enough justice.

although, he was surprised to feel a small tug on his sleeve preventing him from walking away, and he turned his head to see that it was your hand that was gently holding him back.

you even surprised yourself, unable to believe your own actions.

why did you stop him?

you weren't seriously going to ask him, were you??

"um, actually ..." now that you put yourself into this predicament, you realized you had absolutely no way of actually figuring out how to go about it.

as you were hesitating, taehyun was left standing in utter confusion. nevertheless, he maintained his polite smile and waited patiently for you to gather your words.

he would come to realize that he should've ran off when he had the chance.

"by any chance, are you the one whose been leaving gifts ... for me?" you finally managed the words, though you could feel your entire face warming 20 degrees and glowing with embarrassment.

funnily enough, taehyun's face was glowing a matching shade of red to yours in an equal amount of embarrassment.

not for quite the same reason you'd imagine, though.

taehyun's lips parted as if to speak, but not a single word left his mouth. you wondered if this could be due to the fact that he was shy from having been confronted so suddenly, but this would actually be due to the war going on inside his head on how to properly handle the situation.

on one hand, he could easily throw yeonjun entirely under the bus and allow himself to be upfront and honest with you to avoid any misunderstandings.

on the other hand, he could take the fall for his friend and try to explain the situation as vaguely as he can in order to, hopefully, avoid any misunderstandings.

unfortunately, much to his own dismay, taehyun was not the type of guy to betray his friend ... regardless of how badly he wished he could.

which left him to settle for the most difficult hand.

nervously scratching at the back of his head, taehyun averted his gaze as he finally gained the courage to respond, "yes, that ... that would be me."

your blush deepened instantaneously at the confirmation, and your hands quickly reached up to cover your burning cheeks in an attempt to hide how badly you were blushing.

you felt more so embarrassed that you did not recognize the boy in front of you whatsoever, yet here he was boldly admitting that he was your secret admirer all along.

of course, he wasn't actually your secret admirer, but he couldn't bring himself to break yeonjun's trust and tell you that.

which, incidentally, has lead to a misunderstanding.

"um, listen," you finally spoke up, your voice suddenly quieter than normal due to your newfound shyness. "i want to truly thank you for your gifts. i appreciate them so much; i can't remember the last time anyone has ever gifted me with anything so lovely."

taehyun squeezed his lips together to refrain from blurting out the truth to you then and there. he felt he was extremely unworthy of your thanks when he had originally thought yeonjun's gifts were all lame in the first place.

although, he was taken aback when he felt a strange tug in his heart when he couldn't help himself from thinking that you looked pretty cute when you blush..

a thought he would never share to anyone.

"well, i'm just happy to know that they were able to make you smile," taehyun responded simply and kindly, though still managing to make you blush even more than you already were.

"um, i hate to ask this, but ... i don't believe i know your name."

you felt utterly embarrassed having to ask for his name. for someone to know more about you than you do about them felt almost shameful, especially when he clearly held some sense of romantic feelings for you.

again, this is with you being entirely unaware that taehyun was nothing but a messenger caught in the middle of your ex-boyfriend's schemes.

"no, don't worry! it's kang taehyun, but you're more than welcome to speak informally with me," taehyun told you matter-of-factly, smiling so sweetly that it only succeeded in making you feel worse for having no recollection of him at all.

and to reiterate for the last time, this would be because you have no actual memories of him because neither of you actually met prior to this moment.

with a scarlet hue coloring your cheeks, you figured it wouldn't hurt to take a leap of courage and ask for his number in order to get to know him more.

just as you opened your mouth to ask, that was when you were both interrupted by one of the last people you wanted to see.

"y/nie, there you are! where have you been?!"

you could say that beomgyu has a weird knack for having the most God awful timing known to man.

both you and taehyun turned to watch as beomgyu bounded over cheerfully, quickly engulfing you into a bear hug to wordlessly express how much he missed you.

as appreciated as it was, this was still not the time

"i should be asking you that when you're the one who didn't answer any of my texts or calls," you told him, shaking your head.

taehyun couldn't help but to smirk in amusement at how quickly your behavior changed now that beomgyu was present. did he sense that you were rather disappointed to be interrupted?

as beomgyu explained to you how he left his phone with the staff while recording challenges, taehyun was wondering to himself if he should take this as his cue to leave.

"well, since you found him, i'm going to go ahead and-"

"no, wait!" you had reached out instinctively to lightly grasp at his sleeve again, wanting to keep him with you for just one moment longer. "i really want to be able to thank you properly, so ... if it's okay with you, can we exchange numbers?"

taehyun certainly surprised himself to feel his face grow a few degrees warmer at your words combined with how cutely you tugged at his sleeve.

why does he keep finding you cute??

"you really don't have to," taehyun insisted, chuckling softly as he forced himself to ignore the thought that had swirled around in his head for a second too long.

"please? it's the least i could do, really!"

with a shy smile, taehyun practically folded as he officially gave in and agreed.

feeling entirely out of the loop, beomgyu was left to watch with confusion as you and taehyun exchanged numbers with a promise to talk again.

after finally bidding a goodbye to taehyun, you turned around and could only roll your eyes as you spotted the most shit-eating grin plastered across beomgyu's face. the second he started wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, you lightly shoved him away and began to walk off to find kai instead.

"soooooo, who was he~?" beomgyu teased as he followed beside you, leaning his body forward to get a good view of the way your cheeks were intensifying in color.

you pursed your lips, pausing your steps to look at beomgyu properly. "do you remember my secret admirer?"

"yeah, why?"

you raised your brows in an insinuative manner, hoping to hint to beomgyu exactly what you were trying to imply without having to outright say the words out loud.

thankfully, his eyes widened in acknowledgement just a moment after and his jaw gaped with surprise. "that was him?!"

you nodded shyly, feeling the heat radiating from your cheeks yet again at the mere thought.

"oh we have to tell kai!" beomgyu insisted, scoffing in disbelief.

"you have to tell kai what?"

both yours and beomgyu's heads whipped around to see none other than kai himself walking over to you both, his eyes already sparkling brightly with curiosity.

and just like magic, all was quickly forgotten as you found a smile instinctively gracing your lips at the sight of your best friend.

"kai!" you cheered happily, closing the gap and wrapping your arms around him in a way that made his heart flutter.

it had only been maybe an hour since the two of you had been separated, but it always felt like centuries when you two were apart.

"y/nie!" kai echoed back with a soft laugh, returning the embrace just as eagerly.

"yeah, yeah, you two missed each other," beomgyu rolled his eyes, already far too used to your sickeningly sweet behavior with one another than he'd like to be. "anyway, kai, listen! guess who y/n just met!"

kai probably tried about two guesses before beomgyu grew impatient and ended up dropping the little game altogether.

"she met her secret admirer!"

at this, kai's bright smile of amusement seemed to falter as he processed the news in his head.

a bad feeling seemed to settle in his chest, but he wasn't quite sure how to decipher what it could possibly mean. perhaps he thought the secret admirer was bad news?

but how could he .. when he never met him?

"hello? earth to huening?"

kai blinked back into reality, not even aware that he had dazed off into his own thoughts. he now came to realize that you and beomgyu had been left staring at him rather oddly when he didn't react or respond right away as they expected him to.

"oh, sorry, i was ..." trying to figure out why i hate someone i never actually met. "trying to see if i could picture who it was."

"oh, that's right! he might be one of the idols promoting today," you gasped, your hand reaching up to cover your mouth.

"what was his name?" kai asked you, his underlying intentions disguised under the premise of simply wanting to answer your curiosity.

"kang taehyun!"

kai's head tilted as he thought over the list of idols present today, but, surprisingly, the name didn't ring a bell whatsoever.

this realization only worsened the ugly, twisting feeling in his gut as he believed that he must have shown up for the sole purpose of seeing you..

"i don't recognize his name, actually," kai explained in a voice that was way softer than he intended it to be.

beomgyu was pondering to himself when a certain thought suddenly came into his mind. "wait a minute, isn't he friends with-"

"KAI!"

all three of your heads whipped around to see wonyoung, kai's co-host, rushing over with a worried expression plastered over her features.

"what are you doing? we've been looking all over for you! we go live in 2 minutes!"

kai's expression quickly transitioned into one of panic as he grasped the situation at hand. "ah, i'm so sorry! i'm coming now!" he turned to give you a rushed kiss on the forehead before dashing off towards the main set — with poor wonyoung left trying to keep up behind him.

now with filming about to start, you bid beomgyu a goodbye and good luck as you headed off to search for the reserved section where you'd be able to proudly watch both your boys.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

meanwhile, in a different area of the building, another war was raging inside poor taehyun's head as he walked through the halls in search of where yeonjun had said his dressing room would be.

the same yeonjun whose ex-girlfriend he just finished exchanging numbers with...

taehyun ran a hand through his hair stressfully, going over his options yet again.

on the same hand as before, he could always be upfront and honest and explain to yeonjun exactly what happened. he can tell him how he didn't want to throw yeonjun under the bus, so he selflessly took the fall ... which may or may not have lead to a misunderstanding.

but on the other hand, in the fear that yeonjun may overreact and take such news rather negatively - which, let's be fair, is a much higher possibility than taehyun would like - he could always just withhold the information and ensure that things with you never went any further.

or, perhaps, he could settle for the secret third option where he can avoid the topic altogether if he can just manage to encourage (aka force) yeonjun to apologize to you as soon as possible.

upon discovering and entering the room where yeonjun was residing, taehyun could only wonder if he was being a little too hopeful in thinking his friend was anywhere near ready, or mature enough, to do so.

"you can't be serious?" taehyun questioned, now staring down at the fox plush in his hands. "please tell me this is a joke meant specifically to annoy me?"

yeonjun squeezed his lips together, now rather embarrassed. he was much more confident about the idea in his mind just a minute ago, but now taehyun was causing him to have second thoughts.

"you don't think she'll like it?"

taehyun couldn't help but to sigh. "total honesty? i think it's stupid and, last i checked, she's not a child." he shook his head to express his disappointment, tossing the plush back into the pouting boy's hands.

actually, now having met you briefly for himself, taehyun was quite sure that you really would still greatly appreciate the gift — but, if taehyun wanted yeonjun to make any progress, he needed to take a much bigger step than surprise gifts already.

on top of that, now that you were under the impression that taehyun was your secret admirer, this new gift would have a far different meaning that yeonjun would most definitely not appreciate.

unaware of taehyun's thoughts, yeonjun was staring down at the plush now for himself, remembering how brilliant he originally had thought the idea had been when he first bought the gift. you used to tell him how much he resembled a fox all those years ago when you were together, so he foolishly hoped that it would be a cute reminder for you...

"yeonjun," taehyun sighed again, shaking his head with a pitiful expression adorning his features. "i just want to state, for the record, that there's no rule out there that says you can't just walk up and apologize to her directly."

yeonjun groaned aloud, now tossing the plushie halfheartedly onto the couch cushion of the dressing room. "i can't just walk up to her, are you kidding?!"

taehyun had to close his eyes and contain himself for a moment, reminding himself that it would be unwise to punch the idiot right before he has to be on camera.

even though he hadn't exactly been yeonjun's biggest fan these past few years, he at least tolerated him so much more back then than the way he was acting now. it was as if any ounce of common sense had left his body when it came to anything involving you.

"yes, actually, you can. that's the crazy thing about legs," taehyun remarked sarcastically.

yeonjun narrowed his eyes in taehyun's direction, clearly not remotely amused by the comment.

eventually another sigh escaped taehyun's lips — an unfortunate habit that he picked up ever since he agreed to help with the poor idiot sulking in front of him.

"look, i know you're dead set on this whole plan you got going on, but why do you even want this so badly? i mean, from what you've told me, she's already made her stance perfectly clear about how she feels about you."

a silence filled the room as yeonjun let the question linger in the air.

it was a disgusting question, he felt, but it was also reasonable enough to be wondered.

why did he want you so badly?

it wasn't like he hadn't tried to move on - believe me - but it just never felt the same. regardless of how many girls he met and dated, he couldn't push away that annoying voice in his head reminding him that none of them will ever be you.

you were the one that got away.

the one he should have never let go.

you were the one person in the world that helped him understand what love felt like ... and he took it for granted.

then to hear you practically say that the two of you didn't belong together?!

"i want to prove her wrong," yeonjun stated simply, shrugging nonchalantly as he chose to keep his other racing thoughts hidden.

he didn't feel it was any of taehyun's business to understand his true feelings for you. yeonjun wasn't the kind of guy who needed someone to confide in, so he was more than adamant on keeping it that way.

"and what exactly are you proving wrong?"

yeonjun rolled his eyes in annoyance, already growing tired of taehyun's questions. "i want to prove to her that i'm not the same person i was. that i am willing to put in effort to be with her."

yeonjun could feel himself subconsciously getting worked up, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.

if nothing else, taehyun could at least sense yeonjun's genuine passion for the matter — even if his ideas have been rather subpar in showcasing any of it.

"that's why i think actually going up to her would show more effort than secretly leaving her little gifts," taehyun explained.

yeonjun's original confidence was quickly deflated by taehyun's simple words, leaving him to slump down on the couch in despair. his hands grasped at his hair in frustration as he groaned. "i can't!"

after more back and forth between the two, with no progress being made on either end of the argument, a soft knock on the door earned both of their attention. according to the staff member that entered, yeonjun's segment of filming was coming up shortly.

"look, just ...," yeonjun paused, quickly scribbling onto the notecard attached to the plushie before shoving it into taehyun's hands. "she'll probably be in that walking stick's dressing room, so can you just leave this there so she can find it? i'll figure out the rest later."

with that, and no further elaboration, yeonjun turned and left with the staff to head to the main stage.

taehyun stared blankly at the doorway that yeonjun just disappeared through, realizing that he was left with absolutely no idea who the supposed 'walking stick' was supposed to be.

luckily, taehyun possessed incredible critical-thinking skills.

he deduced that you were clearly here in support of beomgyu and hueningkai, meaning that it could only be one of the two that yeonjun was referring to.

considering yeonjun definitely knew of beomgyu by name, that left hueningkai being the aforementioned insult that taehyun would rather not repeat.

once he had that figured out, taehyun then double-checked the notecard to ensure that yeonjun hadn't written anything embarrassing again.

hm.. his phone number.

with a sigh, taehyun shook his head and left the note alone. he supposed - and hoped - that would at least be a tiny step towards some sort of progress.

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a/n:

hehe so uhh .. it's been a while .. but i'm back !! i've had this series in the back of my mind for the longest time and i am finally back and focused to pick it back up! unfortunately, i wish that i could say i was proud of this part, but ... i'm mixed feelings. since i was away from the story for so long, i lost that rhythm of how i wanted to portray the characters and how i wanted the story to flow :( luckily i left myself notes to remind myself of major key points whenever i came back to it - i'm hoping that they paid off!

i sincerely hope that no one is disappointed or upset by waiting for so long just so this update can flop, so uhhhh .. if anyone could let me know what you think, that would be greatly appreciated !! and thank you to those who waited patiently and still support me even though i disappear so much :( <3 you guys make me so happy, i hope you know that. i just hope i didn't disappoint!

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[asidian]

Do you have headcannon thoughts on Shadowheart/Karlach? Or Shadowheart/Wyll? Or Astarion and Shadowhearts friendship? lol sorry if that’s too many. Also wanna say love ur writing!

Shadowheart and Karlach start out slow. Shadowheart is busy telling herself that someone like Karlach, who is so very against every single one of Shar's teachings, has no place in her life.

Then one day Shadowheart sprains an ankle while they're exploring the ruins in Reithwin, and Karlach sweeps her up into a princess carry, and she has a dokidoki oh no moment.

Shadowheart and Wyll share their first dance by the campfire, but she's breathtakingly bad at it.

Wyll is actually super charmed, and instead of a graceful dance, they spend most of the evening with him walking her through the steps, until they can do a simple waltz.

Shadowheart and Astarion get off on the wrong foot. They're both prickly and mistrustful. She hates that this stabby asshole held a knife to someone's throat first thing, and he hates that he's going to owe her every time she heals him up, and he doesn't know what she wants out of him, yet.

They spend a tenday or two circling each other warily, in no way helped by the vampirism reveal, until finally one night they find that everyone has left the campfire after dinner but them, and they get to chatting. To their great horror, they find that they like each other. They both have the same biting, witty sense of humor; the banter comes effortlessly.

Shadowheart can't remember any of her past, but a quiet chat like this, by the fire, casually verbally eviscerating things for laughs, feels rare. As for Astarion, he's spent centuries being commanded to silence, punished for speaking out of turn, having to watch his words. He would have given a lot for a moment like this one at pretty much any point in the past 200 years.

Despite everything, it's a lovely evening. Probably they open a bottle of wine or two.

Trust won't come until much later, but this is the first step toward something like friendship for them.

[mykoreanlove]

in the script

Journaling had been an essential part of your life ever since you were a little girl.

It had always been an outlet to release emotions, to find solace in a world that was often as cruel as war itself.

The unfairness you referred to changed with the years, though.

When you were little you used to rant about your mother hating you for making you put away your toys every night or favoring your little brother over you.

When you grew up you used to rant about the red pimples on your face or those stupid neighborhood boys that pulled your hair and made fun of you.

When you entered university you used to rant about the excessive workload, seriously considering selling your body instead or how hard it was to maintain a social life whilst studying and working your ass off.

When you settled into life you used to rant about the cruelty of dating, not understanding your luck with unavailable men that tossed you aside the minute they received what they were truly after.

But as time passed you found yourself repeating the same cycle over and over, filling the golden pages of your little notebook with the same entries. Different names, yet same stories. One day though, you decided to switch it up, to try something new.

Instead of rumbling about all the unfair and cruel things in your life, you decided to focus on what you would like to see. 

You never deluded yourself into believing that those were true, but rather saw them as a possibility. You created a different universe, a parallel reality that took away your pain and filled your heart with sweetness.

Every afternoon, when you found time, you veered off to your favorite cafe - the one that was filled with trees and birds, in a secluded area away from the hectic of the bustling city.

In here, you were in your own little world.

„Okay, shall we?“, you mumbled silently as you grabbed your pen. 

Dear diary,

Hi, it’s me again. Y/N. Were you tired of me always writing the same depressing stuff? I know I was. Hence, we’re going to switch it up. Let me tell you of all the things I want to believe instead of what I’m currently perceiving with my eyes. You ready? 

I want to believe that I am a wonderful person. I want to believe that I am a real catch and anybody would be lucky to be with me. I am beautiful, funny, smart and kind. I want to believe that it’s so easy to fall in love with me. I mean, who wouldn’t?

I want to believe that I am one of a kind. Someone like me doesn’t come along for a second time which is why everybody is on their best behavior with me.

I want to believe that I am loved. For all that I am. The good, the bad, the ugly - I am loved simply for existing. And I love me. All of me, really. 

I want to believe that I am worthy of love. And lovable. And I want to believe that if I like someone, he automatically likes me back. And I want to believe that if I have feelings for someone, those are always reciprocated. His feelings are even stronger than mine. 

I want to believe that I can have any guy I want. Not only have him but like have him. I want to be on his mind and in his heart. Only me.

I want to believe that there are good men out there. Ones that are handsome, loyal, funny and kind. Men that want love and romance just as much as I do. Men that crave a real connection, physically and emotionally.

I want to believe in love. I want to believe that love is all around me. I want to believe that I was meant to be loved, in its purest form. And I want to think that relationships are a beautiful thing. An union where you can trust and grow together. 

I am not deluding myself, you know. I know that I am single right now but I also believe that I’m going to meet the love of my life shortly. I can feel that he is on his way to me right now. It sounds crazy but I can almost see him in my mind. He will be breathtakingly gorgeous, strong yet soft. He’ll have longer hair which I can play with and he will have the most kissable lips ever. I can’t wait to kiss him. I can’t wait to stroll around the park with him and eat all the yummy food. I can’t wait to get a puppy or maybe a kitten? Anyways, I can’t wait to meet my best friend. 

I want to believe that he will get me, on all levels, really. Especially about my past.

All the pain and heartbreak that I endured in the past were not for nothing, no. It made me the person I am today. I have let go of all the baggage and now I want to trust. In me. In men. And in love. I want to trust that I can have the romance of a lifetime, I want to believe that I am good enough for that. Wouldn’t that be nice?

You were so engulfed in your writing, entirely in trance, that you didn’t notice the guy that had been mustering you for the past five minutes.

He was gorgeous, in a very unique way. His body was slim yet muscular, whereas his face was feminine and soft. Long dark hair fell into his eyes, almost distracting from his sweet smile.

His intense gaze was set on you, he was admiring you like a painting in an art museum. 

„Are you going to keep staring at her or will you finally go over?“, his friend rolled his eyes impatiently. 

„You think I can? What if she is working on something super important? Look how concentrated she is.“, he retorted.

„Only one way to find out, Taem.“, his friend patted his shoulder.

Taemin took a deep breath and handed his friend his cup of coffee.

„You’re right.“

Determined, but nervous he made his way over to you. With each passing step he lost more of his confidence, yet he couldn’t stop approaching you. It was like he was pulled towards you, inexplainable yet strongly tangible.

Taemin smirked as he stood right before you, which you still hadn’t noticed. He found the passion you worked with extremely sexy, something that he rarely felt for a woman. 

„Damn, I hope I’m not interrupting some life-changing novel here..“, he muttered under his breath.

As someone cleared his throat right before you, you finally took notice of your surroundings. 

Before you stood one of the most beautiful human beings you had ever laid your eyes on.

„Hey, am I interrupting something?“ 

[animentality]

Depression and ADHD took away my ability to enjoy novels a long time ago, when I was 18.

I used to be a big reader. Ever since I was a kid, I'd plow through hundreds of books a year, no joke, no hyperbole. I was raised by an older mom, who didn't let me watch TV or use the internet until I was about 12, so books were the thing I loved most, aside from games I could play on the Gameboy Advanced or the SP or the Nintendo DS.

But books I could read under the desk at school. Books I could smuggle more places. I always had a hyperactive imagination. It was like watching a movie or a tv show in my head. I was a child perpetually lost in day dreams and fantasies.

I could read anything at all. Romances, historical fiction, fantasy, science fiction, literary.

I snapped up just about any story I could get my hands on.

But then I became a teenager, and then I showed symptoms of depression.

And I still read books, but in lesser numbers.

I read less and less every year.

And then I went to college. And then things just got worse.

I stopped watching movies, which were something I used to adore. I couldn't, literally could not, watch TV shows. I couldn't muster enthusiasm for anything at all.

I played video games, but they didn't make me happy. They didn't stimulate my imagination or give me joy.

They were just something I could use to while away my time in between the agonizing bouts of loneliness and apathy.

If I didn't have them, I would just be lying in my bed, in the utter darkness, staring up at the ceiling, wishing there was something, anything at all, that I cared about.

So I got my BA and master's degree, and all the while, every day, I asked myself why I did anything at all. Why I was not happy.

Why I didn't care about anything.

Just about the only thing I cared about was the books I was writing, and even them, I felt this horrible notion that they were all I had, and yet, that was nothing. They were as empty as I was.

So anyway.

One day, I started researching bridges to throw myself off of.

And uh. Well. Not to go into any gory details, but there was one friend I had, a long distance internet friend, who got concerned and sent some of my more troubling messages to my mom.

Who then took me to a hospital. And anyway, that part actually isn't important. All that matters is that I got medicated.

And the world sort of turned itself over, and I could start over.

And then suddenly the world wasn't brighter, it wasn't happier, but I could feel things again.

I could have interests. I was interested in everything, the way I used to be.

And then I started to love movies again. and then I started to love TV shows again (Cocaine Bear and Severance come to mind first, not sure why, but that's irrelevant, I guess).

And finally, we come back...to novels.

So this year, I have been reading books. Great books. Some bad books.

And some wonderful.

And I just wanted...to talk about The Night Circus.

by Erin Morgenstern.

Because this book...was breathtakingly good. Like.

Like...I have been out of practice.

I have been reading some decent books. Books with great premises, but disappointing follow throw.

Some great books, but with predictable twists or rather tired prose. Books that I liked, but won't think about again.

And then I read Night Circus. And suddenly, I...I knew what it felt like. Again.

For the first time in maybe seven years, I suddenly remembered this feeling I used to have, as a child, hiding behind a bush during recess, and reading Redwall or Animorphs or Goosebumps.

I was almost giddy with the feeling, it was like stepping back in time.

Back to before I started hurting, and even before I started feeling nothing at all, and everything felt so bright. So filled with lively colors.

I was vibrating, I was so emotional, I was so invested.

I literally was about to go to bed at 2 am, a reasonable time, but the Night Circus picked up, and it was suddenly so imperative that I finish it right now. I could NOT tear myself away.

And I am close to tears.

Not just because the book was wonderful and sad.

Honestly, this is hilarious to me, but as much as I loved the book, I still found myself criticizing some of its makeup, specifically slow pacing and some of the meandering. There was also a somewhat anti climatic solution to a problem that I sort of wish had been explained sooner as a possibility.

But honestly, it doesn't matter at all! All that mattered was that it thrilled me! It fascinated me! It spoke to me directly and grabbed a hold of my heart.

It tore me away from what I was planning on doing and dragged me into its world, in its pages, and I was moved by the book!

It's so fucking hard to move me! Especially a novel.

Movies and TV shows can move me much easier, because there's something so very human about needing to see faces, hear voices, experience the raw emotions through a screen that captures it all.

But this novel....Night Circus...oh my god, I had not felt so powerfully fond of a story in a long time.

I finished it, and I thought, this was what it was like, being ten...and yet, at the same time, as familiar as it was, it was also something new.

This was rediscovering something beautiful and lovely and old and new. It was drudging up the past, while creating something worthwhile, in the present.

It was the good kind of hurt.

It'll stay with me forever.

I was so happy. I am so happy.

I never expected to love this book so much.

I honestly don't even care to call this a review. I almost don't even want to talk about the specifics of its plot or its world or anything.

I just wanted to talk about how wonderful it felt to be so immersed in anything again.

To fall into a book and never want to leave its pages, and to be jarred by reality, when you realize it's over.

I am so glad to be happy, after that long dull period where nothing mattered.

I am so happy to be here. I am so happy to be alive.

To watch a good movie, to see a good show, to write novels where good things happen, where love and despair and joy and misery all happen.

To read a spectacular book, late into the night.

If I die tomorrow, I will be most disappointed, but at least, I could experience the best things in life again.

At least, I remembered in the night before my passing, what it felt like to be inspired and shaken by the creation of another person, to be touched by art, that moves you and changes you irreversibly.

I want to read more.

I want to be alive for as long as I possibly can.

I want to see the world change and I want to live every day of my life and I want to watch every good movie and every good tv show, and I want to read hundreds of books again. I want to write thousands of books.

And I don't know how you, in particular, found me or this post, but I hope whoever you are, you're also doing things that you like.

I hope you find that story you need. or make the story you need.

I hope you remember this feeling, and experience this feeling for the first time.

Maybe Night Circus is your book, maybe it's not, but either way, I wish it upon all. Upon everyone.

Read, write, draw, watch, create.

Do it all, and then do none of it, and go the fuck to sleep.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

A lovely date

A lovely date

Fandom Ikemen Prince

Pair Chevalier Michael x Tala Amouzgaar

Part of Mayday Heyday hosted by @olivermorningstar and @lorei-writes

Thank you so much  for hosting such an original event I was so happy to have joined in. 🤗😊

This is my gift for the darling @m-mmiy. 

I really do hope you will like this work, but above all I wish is for my portrait of your OC to be faithful enough to the picture you have of her. 🤗😊

It was a nice day, spring approached fast in Rhodolite in a much more gentle way she was used to.

The birds returned from afar told tales of exotic countries' wonders chirping excitedly waking ever so softly the animals from the hibernation of the winter whose chilly breeze still lingered in the air like the snow still present on the hilltop that was slowly but constantly melting under the tepid rays of a sun getting each day warmer. 

It seemed like a dream to her, familiar and strange at the same time.

The coming of season was nothing new to Tala but the sensations blooming in her heart like a rose surely were.

She shot a glance at him, the source of that feeling walking unfazed by her side.

Chevalier Michael a brutal beast for anyone but her the only man that before her heart captured her mind with his cleverness.

A genius admired and feared alike she would have never got tired of talking to. 

A source of everlasting knowledge whose discussion never failed to thrill her mind. 

In that instant he shot her a glance while his pale lips twitched upward in a light smile rare like the desert rose and like it breathtakingly beautiful. 

A gift for her alone to admire making her heart beat faster at the sight of his sky blue eyes glimmering with happiness. 

"Do you like spring ?"

His voice as cool as ever not revealing any emotion even though she could perceive the slightest hint of curiosity coloring his tone.

"I neither like nor dislike it."

"That's a peculiar answer."

"It's merely a season there is no need for me to favor it more than the others."

A shadow clouded over his features almost as he was genuinely curious to know her better but bad at communicating his desire he retorted to avoid speaking at all.

"I have to admit it's quite nice here."

Sun returned to his gorgeous features dripping over his smile.

"How so ?"

"It's less humid than in other countries I visited." 

They resumed their strolling basking in each other's presence, speaking no words for there was no need to. 

Suddenly something emerged from the bushes to cross their path.

Even with her expression hidden from the brown veil he could perceive her smile reaching to her amber eyes glimmering brighter than the sun as a small duck approached her. 

A jolt of warmth filled his heart at the endearing sight of the girl he came to grow fond of petting the small animal humming in delight as more ducks crowded around her for a chance she didn't deny them to be caressed by her delicate fingers. 

Noiselessly he accommodated himself under a tree far enough to admire her and avoid scaring away the ducks but he had just sat on the grass when a duck approached him only to pick on his leg.

He stared dumbfounded at the creature looking into his eyes with open defiance before walking confidently toward him. 

His bravery was rewarded as he stretched his long fingers to caress his feathered head so tiny in comparison to him and yet brazen enough to have him fascinating hom for reasons oddly resembling her/ that girl that caught his mind and heart.

It was the first time an animal approached him willingly it was strange but not unwelcome. 

The endearing sight sudden and warm like the spring rain her eyes crinkled with affection as his hand that so often were drenched in blood and calloused from holding swords  were now petting such a tiny creature delicately because there was gentleness underneath them.

A fresh breeze whistled among the garden guiding the ducks back in the luscious greenery where they came from.

It was like a dream if not for the tender smile he offered her as they resumed their pleasant date.

[rdng1230]

10 things Easily fixable about That thing that happened: look, killing off Izzy Hands was always gonna hurt like a bitch. And it was a stupid decision, but what really made it worse was how many ways they could have made it better and specifically didn’t, so here’s a list in no particular order of general things that I think would’ve made things suck less, and a couple different story fix proposals. Maybe if I write it all out I can move on a little bit.

I know it was for budgetary reasons but it bothered me Ivan was killed off with one sentence and never mentioned again. I think what would have worked is if Ivan had been a little more fleshed out in s1, and then had him die on screen at the hands of a particularly dickish British naval officer in 2x01. Cut to episode 7 and said dickish Brit is Ricky’s number two. Izzy could have willingly and purposefully drawn the fire of officer asshole, as an acknowledgement of his failure to save Ivan and his past failures to be a proper protector of blackbeards crew, and to save the crew he’s now realized is his family that he is willing to die for. In addition I think that would’ve helped set up the British as being an actual formidable bad guy, because up to this point they were the most looney tunes ass villains on the high seas. Also it would’ve been an interesting symmetry to have the loyal pirate first mate vs. the loyal imperialist scumbag first mate. Think of the banter people.

I hate it when bad events in stories are predicated on having highly intelligent characters be complete idiots. You’re telling me Izzy fucking hands didn’t check noseless wonder for weapons? Fuck off. At least have a fellow soldier toss ricky a musket or something, or just have another soldier shoot him.

I think the main issue here is agency. Yes everyone consented to going into battle that way, but Izzy’s shooting was unceremonious, it wasn’t like he charged somebody or acted as bait, he just got hit by a stray bullet (It’s giving “your shirt” and I fucking hate it Iykyk)

Literally no one attempted medical intervention to help Izzy. Roach isn’t gonna stuff a rag in there? Jim isn’t gonna pass a knife to help rip Izzy’s clothes to visualize the wound? Fang and Frenchie aren’t gonna hold his hand? We’re not even gonna fucking try?!?!

if they had to center Ed’s issues with Izzy’s literal dying words, could we have at least have it be a big character moment for Ed to say “yes the crew is my family, but they’re yours too and I promise I’ll take care of them and make amends” like if DJ is so convinced of this father mentor thing (which seriously what the fuck is he even talking about) what’s more par for the course in this trope then the ole “you’re the man of the house now son you gotta take care of the family” routine

look, I know they got a short episode that they have to keep short. Cut a minute of time out of that breathtakingly awkward fishing sequence from the beginning and give Izzy’s death some breathing room. FFS the fallout from Karl’s and Lucius’s finger’s death had more reaction and more airtime than Izzy Hands (and more effect on the story)

Ricky fucking got away and no one talks about it. It would’ve been great if literally anyone had said “yeah we’re going after that guy” or “we may have won the battle but the British are always out there and one of these days we’ll meet again” just an acknowledgement that one guerilla battle at the republic of pirates was never gonna be the end of it.

this one hits close to home for me. I live on a boat, my mother is a licensed 100 ton ship captain. We’re seafarers goddamit and when we shake off this mortal coil we are buried (or cremated and scattered) at sea. Izzy Hands would not have wanted a land burial and he would’ve wanted to be buried at sea like the distinguished pirate he is, by the crew that became his family.

This segues into the burial at sea thing but maybe don’t bury him without his leg on, like just don’t do that. Don’t put his cravat and mothers ring where anybody could just come along and yank it off, Jesus.

I think frenchie being captain was a weird choice tbh. I love frenchie but he is a jester, a troubadour, a fae walking among us, the worlds handsomest grifter, but this dude does not want to be captain. However, if you had to make him captain I think it would’ve been nice to have had a scene post amputation where Izzy deliriously tells frenchie all these bits of advice about being first mate/captain and how Izzy had failed to be a good one in the past. I just loved the frenchie izzy bond in general and I would’ve loved another extra scene with them. This also would’ve lended itself well to frenchie being the one to outwardly grieve (the box opening up finally) during that minute of breathing room post death that I mentioned was needed earlier, maybe he would’ve reprised la vie en rose, or played a shanty/wake song that everyone could join in on.

I’m sure there are other things too that I’ve forgotten, but I think this covers most of it. Let me also say Izzy’s death was hardly the only issue I had with the finale, but that moment was the most egregiously and easily fixable (or at the very least mitigable) plot point. At the end of the day I think Izzy should’ve just not fucking died, but if they were gonna kill him, there were so many more respectful ways to do it.