#because?? honestly??? i didn’t really care much for the idea of marriage. like i was completely chill with the idea of just dating someone-

[ectoplasmer]

current small detail i am obsessing over: thief king’s rings (that i somehow had never really noticed until recently >_<)

#like wow… nice hands you got there… would suck if someone were to try to hold them or something /s #no I’m currently fixating on the fact that he isn’t wearing anything on his ring finger #and like. very complicated thought process but of course my brain goes to the idea of marriage because have you *met* me. #like i still have a few years of schooling left and then i have college and stuff to worry about #marriage can come later because if i’m gonna tie the knot or whatever even with a fictional character i want it to be serious and genuine #but also. just. here i go again being like ‘these characters are different from the other ones i’ve been attached to’ #(and they definitely are someway somehow. i don’t know what it is about card games but they’ve changed everything apparently) #because?? honestly??? i didn’t really care much for the idea of marriage. like i was completely chill with the idea of just dating someone- #-and leaving it at that. there wasn’t really anything ‘special’ about marriage to me when i was already satisfied with how things were #it felt more like a hassle than anything lol #but now it’s like… i don’t know. i feel different about it?? like i actually kind of want to get around to that at some point?? #i’m not really sure how to explain it #i won’t say it’s the ‘we are now together by law’ only because my f/os are prone to breaking the law (and/or regulations in general) #i just. hmmmm. #maybe it’s for the same reason i didn’t really care about it in the first place #we get to spend the rest of our lives together regardless. so what does it matter if we keep things as they are now- #-or take it to the next level?? #i really shouldn’t be worrying about this since again i have a good few years before i need to think about this #but. uh. yeah ignore me #anyway i think the rings look neat #i think most of the things he wears are actually neat if not a little nonfunctional #ex: those weird like?? ring things on his legs??? what even are those #pretty sure those are only shown like once so i guess it doesn’t matter but xP #anyway hi i’m half awake but i’m still vibing #rainy.file #a thief after my own heart

[avengersassemble-fics]

All I Wanted

chapter 01 "just to relive the start" master list word count 3.3k ☆ cursing songs mentioned

This all started two years ago.

Diagnosed with a chronic disease, your life changed. You knew something was wrong when you started to experience extreme fatigue no matter how much rest you got, the pain that frequently flared through your body, and the rash that came and went over your cheeks. Discomfort and illness racked through your body more times than you could count, and the diagnosis made sense. It all suddenly clicked, but so did the reality of your situation.

Working, keeping your insurance was fucking hard. You seemed to have more bad days then good, and after losing your coverage you started to get overwhelmed with bills. Medications that sometimes didn’t work, doctor visits that cost an arm and a leg (not really but it was still expensive per visit), it was like drowning in paperwork and credit card bills.

So.. your best friend came up with an idea.

You’ve known Jake Seresin since you both were in high school. That ‘more than friends’ line was never crossed, at least not ever that you two would talk about it. You went to college while he joined the Navy, and he became a naval pilot, but that connection never got lost on you two. Truly, you both were thick as thieves.

So selling the idea that you two were getting married was.. Fairly easy to convince everyone else. They all kept saying things like “we knew it!” or “about damn time!”.

But it was fake. All of it. Sure, you two cared about one another, but it was just an arrangement that mostly benefited you. Him? He was putting his entire career on the line if anyone were to find out what you two had done.

That was a year ago. A year of a married life that you and Jake weren’t expecting, but you two made it work. Jake spent a lot of time away from home due to his job, and as time passed you found yourself always looking forward to when he did come back home.

You had moved in with Jake shortly before your wedding, just outside of Austin city limits in a ranch home you had always told him was too big for one person who barely got to enjoy their time there. He always would just roll his eyes and point out that now, you were there. Still.. It was gracious of him to even offer.

This whole arrangement was more than you could ever repay him for.. It made you feel guilty sometimes for accepting all of this. Because what did he get out of this besides a ring on his finger that forced him to no longer chase ass and a weight on his shoulders to stay in line or else face the consequences?

Guilt always ran through your mind when Jake was away on missions, following you through the days and into the nights - much like tonight. Jake, on the other hand, had accepted this little charade. Honestly?.. He didn’t mind it one bit.

While you were stewing in your guilt, Jake was heading home, early, which he was hoping would surprise you. He had been cut loose from his mission a whole week early - all thanks to his skills in the skies. Driving to your shared home, Jake’s mind was practically shut off from exhaustion, basically driving out of Austin on autopilot.

There were worse things in life than coming home to someone already in bed, spending time with them on roadtrips, dinners together, laughing because you were their best friend. Sure, it was a marriage and commitment out of false pretenses, but that never changed the fact Jake and you were close, always had been, always would be.

The only thing on his mind was getting home and getting into bed with you. The thought of sleeping in an actual bed, not some flimsy cot or airport bench or plane seat, made his muscles ache in anticipation. Even while he pulled down the driveway, grabbed his bag from the truck, and quietly stepped inside the silent house - his first thoughts were you.

Making his way to the bedroom, he carefully peeled the first layer of clothing off, pulling his shirt over his head as he could just make out your figure in bed under the covers. Next, he undid his belt and slid his jeans down his legs so he was bare in his boxers, his eyes not leaving your form as he watched to make sure his movements didn’t wake you.

He had to admit - you were cute when you were sleeping.

Pulling back the covers, Jake eased himself down onto the opposite side of the bed, the soft sheets making him groan. Immediately, he felt you stir and he cursed himself as you rolled over to look at him.

“Jake?” your raspy voice sounded in the room. Jake let out a soft sigh and rolled onto his side as well so he could face you, your figure dimly illuminated by the moon outside the window.

“The one and only,” he responded quietly, which made you let out a small grunt.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home early,” you said, ignoring his tease. He can see your eyes open and his shrugs. “I could’ve stayed up-”

“No, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jake interjected. “Can I hold you?”

You nodded, rolling away from him to face the other way. On cue, Jake scooted closer to your back and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. Immediately the scent of your shampoo hit him and he was a goner, relaxed against you like his life depended on it. 

“You've been okay?” He asked softly as he moved your hair from his face so he could rest his chin near your neck. You didn’t ever mind him holding you like this, he said it helped him ground himself when he’d come home. 

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Mostly good days.”

“Good,” Jake said and let out a soft sigh. This was what he had been looking forward to for weeks now. He was such a fuckin’ sucker for it. 

“Are you okay?” You asked him quietly, checking in with him this time. Jake inhaled deeply, his exhale hitting your neck and it tingled slightly. 

“It was smooth sailing,” Jake responded, tightening his arm around you slightly. “Helps that I’m a badass in the sky.”

“Shut up,” you laughed softly. Jake grinned and you both fell into a silence. Your breaths were the only sounds in the room, before you shifted closer into him. 

“I missed you.”

Your admission was soft but he heard it. Jake found himself running his thumb over your arm, and you in turn found it comforting. The littlest of his touches seemed to do that nowadays. 

“I missed you too, sunshine,” he whispered near your ear and he swore he felt you shiver. 

Jake hadn’t been honest with you recently. For months, actually. Not since his last deployment. Something had changed these last 5 months. Jake had found himself unable to get you off his mind, unable to stop thinking about how good it felt to hold you like he was right now, or how much he wanted this to be real. Hell, for him it was becoming real. 

And it was starting to scare him. Even more so because he didn’t know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours. 

He was more than happy to have this for the rest of his life, have you as his live-in best friend turned fake wife, but the mere thought that there could be more here is what made his stomach twist. 

Jake wasn’t the sappy type, he never really wanted anything serious because of his career. He liked women, he liked sex, he liked detachment. Yet, there you always were, since high school. 

Things changed. And he didn’t know how to admit that to you or even to himself. 

He could tell by the way you went lax against him that you fell back asleep, your breaths low and soft. Jake took this opportunity to press a kiss to your shoulder before he let himself finally doze off.

With Jake settled back in at home, you realized just how nice it was having him around. Sure, both of your families still lived near Austin, but they couldn’t be with you 24/7. But when Jake was home, he tended to keep close. 

Today was no different. 

He dragged you out to do errands, bustling about the city in his truck with the windows down and music blaring and it was the most comfort you had felt in weeks. Jake was singing along obnoxiously loud to country music, even over the wind that blowed through the open windows. Behind his aviators and that perfect smile you couldn’t help but feel..

Well. Something. 

He was really into it. Who wasn’t? ‘Big Green Tractor’ was a classic. Eventually, when Jake looked over to you for a split second while he drove, when his hand went over the center console to rest on your knee encouragingly, you finally caved in. 

Belting out the chorus with him over the wind reminded you of this very scenario, but the two of you in high school, weekend nights down back roads in a more aged truck back then. Just.. good times. 

Getting to a light, Jake’s hand was still placed on your knee, his fingers drumming lightly against your skin. You pulled out your phone when it went off and squinted through your own sunnies at the dark screen. 

“Bradshaw is in town,” you said and Jake turned the radio down to hear you better. 

“Bradshaw?” He asked. 

“The one and only,” you joked this time. Jake grinned and squeezed your leg. “Actually, sounds like your whole squad is here.”

“No shit,” Jake said as he resumed driving when the light turned green. 

“He wants to hit up 6th street tonight,” you said to him over the wind. 

“Would you want to?” Jake asked and tossed a glance your way. 

“I guess so,” you teased him and placed a hand over the one he had on your leg and gave him a squeeze this time. Jake flipped his hand over and caught your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips and placed a chaste kiss to your fingers. 

Jake hesitated for a moment when his eyes caught a glimpse at your hand, the wedding rings he had given to you proudly on display. Something inside him stirred at the sight. 

You were his.

Bar hopping wasn’t how you typically spent your Saturday night but here you were. Three bars into the bar crawl and you were feeling it. No amount of water would let you keep up with these guys. 

Bradley, Javy, Bob, Mickey, and even Natasha had flown in special. Natasha was your wingwoman for the night as the guys mostly kept to themselves, all except for Jake who did occasionally catch your gaze and give you a wink. 

“You two make me sick,” Natasha said, bringing you back to reality. “Like genuinely make me want to throw up.”

You laughed a bit and lifted your beer to your lips and took a swig. It wasn’t the ideal choice but it would do. 

“Jealousy doesn’t fit you, babe,” you chuckled and she rolled her eyes. 

“Jealous? I’m not ready for the level of commitment you two got goin’ on,” she remarked and you bit back a smile. 

Little did she know..

“Any chance he gets he’s looking over here,” she said before you could fully collect your thoughts. You looked back over and sure enough, there was Jake stealing a glance this way before turning back to his bro group.

“We’re..married, what can I say,” you said nonchalantly. Natasha laughed.

“Eye fucking you more like, and again.. It’s sick.”

Her comments lingered in your mind for the rest of the night, as you all regrouped and were onto the fourth and final bar experience of the night. By 2AM, you were wrecked and ready to fall out into bed. But they all had other plans- a “friendly” game of pool.

“Shirts versus skins,” Bradley joked, earning groans from the rest of the group. “What?”

“We’re gonna be an odd man out,” Bob pointed out, since there were seven of us present. You happily hummed into your drink, before putting a finger to the tip of your nose.

“Noes goes,” you said and Natasha glared at you.

“Please don’t leave me to play them,” she begged and you shook your head. “Traitor.”

“Gotta be faster than that,” you grinned and Jake’s hand grazed your arm, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Mind getting me a beer?” he asked lowly. You tensed up slightly, his breath on your skin felt hotter than normal.

“Sure,” you responded after clearing your throat. As you stepped away and his hand slowly trailed down your arm and away from your skin you felt a rush of air in your lungs. What the fuck was that? When you got to the bar and managed to get the bartender's attention, you just ordered one beer and tapped your fingers on the bartop.

No that was.. It was just the ruse. Just this charade we had going on. An act for the group of friends.

Just as the beer was placed before you and you reached into your back pocket for some wadded up cash, an arm extended past your shoulder with a hefty AMEX..

“Put it on my tab,” the voice, groggy and low, said from behind you. Of all the things happening tonight, dealing with a drunk wasn’t what you expected. Or wanted.

“I’m good, thanks,” you declined, trying to hand the bartender the cash, but the man behind you came up by your side, pushing his card further over the counter.

“I insist,” he nearly growled.

“Insist all you want,” you said, placing the cash into the waiting bartender’s hand, who was watching the whole exchange. “I said I’m good.”

“What? Too good for me to buy you a fucking drink?” the stranger asked and immediately you felt your temper flare.

“Actually? Yeah,” you said and picked the beer off the counter with one hand, and held up the other to show off your rings. “And happily married, asshole.”

“I don’t see him anywhere,” the man grinned as he rested against the bartop, eyeing you up and down. 

“See him now?”

The voice made you turn to the side, and there he was in all his glory. The smile and lightheartedness that had been in his eyes and over his face all night was now replaced with a cold glare and furrowed brows. Jake never did like it when men approached you unwelcomed, even back in college.

Guess it stuck.

“Everything alright?” Jake asked you, his eyes not leaving the strangers increasingly agitated stare.

“Fine,” you answered, not fully believing it. You stepped back from the bar towards Jake’s body, and he immediately brought his hand behind your back, ushering you behind his body. His eyes searched yours for the truth and you gave him a nod. Finally, he turned back to the stranger and scowled.

“Have a good one,” Jake spat out, not truly meaning it.

The rest of the night was filled with tension. For the remainder of the pool game, as everyone said their goodbyes for the night, when you and Jake took an Uber home, when you got through the front door.. Just tension.

Jake tossed his wallet and keys down onto the counter as he neared the kitchen. You watched, closing and locking the front door as he kicked his shoes off and ruffled his hair.

“Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly. “I’m fuckin’ hungry.”

“I.. Sure, yeah, could eat,” you admitted, following him into the kitchen.

“Grilled cheese?” He asked and a quiet rumbling sound escaped your throat.

“You know I love those,” you mumbled and Jake was already pulling out everything to make one.

“I know, I’m the best,” Jake said over his shoulder as he started to prepare one of his masterpieces.

A grilled cheese sandwich was simple, but so delicious. Especially when you’re tipsy. You watched as Jake warmed up a skillet, tossed in some butter, made the sandwich with ease, and grilled it in the pan.

Domesticity looked good on him.

Immediately at that thought, a wave of guilt hit you. This was wrong.. Look at him! This Jake was meant for someone else, someone he actually loved, someone he actually wanted to spend the rest of his life with.. You were fucking that up for him.

“One perfect grilled cheese,” Jake said as he plated the sandwich and cut it in half with the spatula. When he turned around to set the plate down on the kitchen island, he immediately saw the look on your face. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said and took one of the halves of the sandwich, it was hot to the touch.

“Oh, come on,” Jake said. You finally noticed his accent sounded heavier tonight after all the drinks. “Don’t do that to me. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You drop the sandwich back onto the plate and stand from the barstool. Jake watches with a raised brow as you pull away, back to him as you faced the living room, lost in thought. He circles around the countertop and comes up behind you.”

“Sunshine-”

“You deserve better,” you said suddenly and Jake falters. His brows furrow slightly, even if you can’t see it. And, he thinks he felt his heart stop for a moment.

“What?” he asked again. Maybe he didn’t hear you right.

“Look at you! Pure fuckin’ perfection,” you said and finally turned to face him. Maybe he did feel his heart stop, because the look in your eyes were sad and he hated that. “You could make any woman happy and here you are, stuck with me, stuck with this.. This fake setup.”

It was Jake’s turn to frown now. Where was this coming from? Things had been good, great even. He didn’t know how to ease the turmoil in your mind. Well he could tell you how he felt, set you straight..

But the smallest inclination you might not feel the same way made him decide otherwise.

“Sure, I could make any woman happy,” he said after a few moments of pause. Jake took a step closer, his hands able to reach yours to engulf in his own. “Right now? All I wanna do is make you happy.”

“Jake-”

“Listen to me,” he cut you off and you bit your tongue. The way Jake’s head dipped slightly to meet your eyes better, the way he slightly leaned in so you could really feel his presence - you felt a knot in your stomach.

“You’re my best friend, nothin’ is changing that, nothin’ ever could. This was all my idea, ok?.. I like it. You were always my rock when I went through flight school, through TOPGUN.. Lemme be your rock now, just please stop fightin’ this.”

As Jake spoke he entangled his fingers with yours and you slowly nodded. Looking like he accomplished ending the next world war, he straightened himself and planted a kiss on your temple. If you felt even just a little more at ease tonight, he was happy with that. And maybe one day he can tell you everything else he thinks about you.

But tonight, over a shared grilled cheese sandwich and putting on reruns of Yellowstone, the two of you forgot anything about the tension, about your turbulent thoughts. Instead, you both curled up on the couch, and he held you under his arm until you were asleep.

Coincidentally, you both spent most of the night thinking the same thing - maybe it’s time to tell one another how you feel.

“The polestar that will guide you into a more loving future is already shining bright in the night sky of your soul. But to see it, you must accustom your eyes to the fertile darkness you have tried to avoid.” - Sam Keene

#Jake seresin #Jake seresin x reader #Jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #hangman x reader #Jake seresin fic

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making my mom’s boyfriend feel bad on purpose?

disclaimer: my parents have an open marriage

so i (20m, northern cheyenne) don’t have a problem with the modern celebration of thanksgiving.

really. i don’t.

the whole “pilgrims and indians” schtick is gross, but i find that generally, outside of elementary schools, nobody thinks about that part very much. people mostly just want to see their families and eat weird food. and i fucks w that.

the problem comes in with my mom’s boyfriend.

my mom (52f) is white, but she’s been married to my dad (53m) who is also northern cheyenne for 26 years. she’s the DEI coordinator for our county’s public school system and she’s one of my favorite most trusted shire people ever. so i never really have to censor myself around her. i can make jokes and complain and vent and etc etc etc. she’ll always listen.

her BOYFRIEND though.

i really do like my mom’s boyfriend (41m). he’s super cool, recommends good books, teaches me about plumbing, all sorts of other Manly Step Dad Shit (/hj).

but he is decidedly extremely caucasian. like so white.

he’s not /racist/ but he’s that in-between that a lot of white people are where they’re never mean, but you gotta watch what you say around them bc they bruise like a two week old apple.

there have been a few instances where i have in fact bruised his sensitive white man apple skin.

1) i was listening to a podcast with my mom about people indigenous to Hawai’i protecting Mauna Kea. we were listening to it out loud in our living room, and her boyfriend came in and listened for a few minutes before asking me to turn it off because it was “depressing”. fair enough. i figured he was having a rough day and i turned it off. (side note, it was All My Relations, “For the Love of the Mauna”.)

2) we were driving somewhere and trading off command of the AUX. i put on a song by Nahko and Medicine for the People, specifically their parody of “My Country Tis of Thee”. he again said he didn’t like it, it was depressing, and could I please turn it off. i did.

3) this is where i’m the asshole. we’re planning for thanksgiving, and i mentioned wanting to do a anticolonial thanksgiving. we’d watch some stuff about the wampanoag tribe (first contact tribe at plymouth rock), i’d make frybread and fried squash blossoms (along w my mom who would make the thanksgiving basics) we’d have a grand old time. her boyfriend asks why we can’t just enjoy thanksgiving without making it too political.

i’m like. that’s not political? it’s cultural?

and he says that to him it feels self flagellating and it would make him feel bad.

and i said honestly? the idea of thanksgiving’s history makes Me feel bad. and not to complain dude, but as an american indian, it’s always about you, and never, ever about me. so truly, i don’t care if you feel bad. we’re not doing a fucking colonized thanksgiving in this house. so if you’re just here for that sham bullshit, go and stay gone.

my mom says she agrees with me that an attempt at a decolonized thanksgiving is a good idea and a good compromise for our mixed family, but that i was way too harsh on her boyfriend and should’ve tried explaining in a kinder way first, since he’s really not educated on this stuff. i see where she’s coming from; i worry i might’ve scared him off of ever learning about cultural decolonization. ik it’s not my responsibility to make him care, but that doesn’t change the fact that plenty of white people are subconsciously looking for a reason not to care about natives, and by being a dick i might’ve just handed him that reason. so not only was i an asshole to him, but an asshole to my community at large by disservicing our reputation.

idk. i think i ruined thanksgiving :/

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[ystrike1]

I Matched With Our Company President -Dating For Marriage Is Sweet And Serious- - By Ori (7.5/10)

Serious issues. Adult problems. Responsibilities. Board meetings. Those aren't elements that you usually want in a yandere story. This one is about two pining lovers, who waited ten years to finally click.

Shinji and Hina are both strange people.

Hina has issues with intimacy. She has never been on a single date, and she only had one crush in high school. She's got an extremely avoidant personality that kinda...gets in the way of her enjoying life in general? The story opens with one of Hina's work friends lecturing her. That friend is worried, because Hina clearly has missed out on alot. Now she's an abnormally naive 27 year old, who has no idea who to approach marriage.......

....even though she works with bridal companies....

Gasp. Awkward.

Hina really does seem like a side character. Her boss is named Shinji, and yes he is her high school crush. It's a fated meeting. A once in a lifetime chance...but she tiptoes around him. She actually pretends that she doesn't know him, even though they were close for a few years back in school.

She's intimidated by him because he's popular. The CEO's daughter wants to marry him. He's handsome etc...

He corners her.

He somehow??? knows she's been using a dating app??? He CONFRONTS her about it. She chatted with someone on the app. She suspected it was him, but she didn’t know for sure....and she avoided him online too.

She's completely shocked when Shinji, her Shinji, appears in front of her very upset about being ghosted.

He immediately takes her out to dinner.

It's expensive.

He drops that he does remember her, and he's kinda hurt that she was cold to him.

Especially since they had ANOTHER fated meeting on the dating app. Shinji was using the app for research purposes, because they also work with matchmaking companies.

He reached out to her because he really didn't want to lose his chance.

Then she ghosted.

Then he hunted her down at work the way any normal, well-adjusted, popular man would.

....

...yeah...

....yeah....

He's not letting her waste their fated (2) meetings. He loved her back in high school, and she wasn't just his crush. He wanted to date seriously.

Hina does remember him and all, but she was willing to date a new man.

He's...a little too serious.

Hina doesn't want to rush.

She says she will date him casually. So they can get to know each other again.

She does get jealous though...and insecure because Shinji is popular.

Ok. It gets serious.

Shinji is popular, but he isn't very romantically experienced either. Actually, he seems deeply traumatized. His parents didn't abuse him. He had friends, but Shinji is his own worst enemy. He pushes himself to be perfect, and he never lets his guard down. Back in high school he couldn't confess to Hina....because he had a stalker. Stalking is a HUGE issue in Japan, and it's believable when you listen to his story. Dealing with the stalker ruined his high school life, and he lost contact with Hina. She assumed he moved/got a girlfriend/didn't like her.

Shinji and Hina are both tired of being left behind. They're tired of losing out. They're tired of being careful. They don't want to settle for an ok partner. Shinji in particular really wants a loving and perfect relationship with a woman that doesn't expect too much.

I know that sounds bad but hear me out.

Shinji isn't actually a Domineering Corporate Alpha in private. He was burnt out in high school. Hina noticed how tired he was. He wants a caring, loving partner. Not an Alpha Woman who sees him as a status symbol. Shinji is totally a coward, because he refuses to let his true personality show.......but yeah being an Alpha dude sounds hard and draining and annoying. I'd want a wife who likes my true self too, if i was in his weird situation.

It's honestly too real.

Shinji has to act tough to make money.

Hina can't be bold in her job as a secretary.

They both run into trouble socializing, but dang it they wanna marry and be happy too!!!

Kunihiro.

Kunihiro. Kunihiro. Kunihiro.

The incel character.

I really hate to see it in EROTIC BOOKS FOR WOMEN, but for some reason male mental health is a big part of the story.

Kunihiro fell in love with a woman who only wanted to hook up. She led him on for a bit but SHE HONESTLY TOLD HIM SHE DIDN'T WANT A RELATIONSHIP. She was quite clear...........but Kunihiro went off the rails and he started using his looks to "prey on women in love"?????

????da fuk???

Shinji is popular. When women fall in love with him Kunihiro picks them up, and he USES THEM because "women" are "easily swayed and their feelings aren't deep"

Bro.

If I fell in love with my unrealistically perfect boss I would GIVE UP, and look for love elsewhere. It's normal???????? Also its super screwed up that you treated those women like used goods, just because they had a crush before.

Literal human vomit I can't even.

Shinji is almost too gentle to be a yandere, but he is really weird, and he is willing to fight this scumfuk.

He waited a decade.

He chased Hina down in the office when she tried to ghost him, but he means well. He really does, and he most certainly did not play with women or become disillusioned with love. Even though his stalker made his life hell he still wants his happy marriage!!!

He's a great guy!

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #I Matched With Our Company President -Dating For Marriage Is Sweet And Serious-

[bleach-your-panties]

Tapping in for the v-day event…can I get tsukki for letters E, I, M and L pls🤭

For Tsukki-poo, you sure can, bby!🧡

(I love this gif of him - that's when he felt it. That's how it feels to be a winner, boy!😤)

❥⋱Kei Tsukishima:

❥⋱E - Entice: What scents turn him on? Your perfume/cologne maybe? Does he like scented candles, incense, etc.?

Tsukki would love strawberry-scented candles because he loves strawberry shortcakes. I can see him liking any candles that smell like a bakery: vanilla, cinnamon, chocolate, pumpkin spice. He likes those candles that smell exactly like cupcakes.

But on YOU, he likes only vanilla scents. 

“Smelling so damn good, making me think I should just eat you up. Maybe I will.”

He will bury his face between your neck and shoulder and kiss/lick you there to see if you taste as good as you smell. Which will then probably lead to him eating you out, claiming he needs to test his ‘theory’ in other areas of your body.

❥⋱I - I Love You: When did he first say ‘I love you?’

Now, with him, you know it took him some time because he’s a difficult bitch. Also, he didn’t really believe that someone like you could love someone like him because of his rude, snarky personality.

It’s true; when you met him in high school, you couldn’t stand him at first because of his attitude. The teacher assigned you both a group project and you both were thinking the same thing about each other: ‘they’re going to try to make me do all the work’

He didn’t like you, either, because you made him feel things other than irritation and self-doubt. That scared him.

Tsukki also had problems with trusting people due to his issues with his self-esteem and self-confidence. When you started showing interest in him, he just assumed that you were ‘trolling’ him. So, surprise surprise, when you told him that you liked him, he didn’t believe you.

After a while, once he saw that he wasn't getting rid of you anytime soon, he began to believe in the idea of someone genuinely loving him in a romantic sense.

You were the first to make the confession, to which he smirked cockily and put a hand atop your head.

"I love you, too, shrimp."

❥⋱M - Marry: How does he feel about marriage?

He wants to get married, but doesn’t feel like he’ll be good husband material; it’s difficult for him to express his emotions, okay? Tsukki knows that he loves you and you love him, but despite his aloof demeanor, he feels an immense feeling of insecurity when it comes to his love life. 

He feels that honestly you could probably do better than him, but after a while of dating you and spending nearly every waking moment together when he’s not studying or at volleyball practice, he begins to really see just how much you truly care for him.

Which is why after he scored the winning point for his end-season game as middle blocker for the Sendai Frogs, he bent down on one knee right there in the middle of the court. Everyone was already watching him anyway, so why not?

He debated waiting until after you both graduated college to ask you to marry him, but he figured why wait when you’ve remained by his side, supporting him and encouraging him for all of high school and then the majority of your college years?

You could hear his friends, teammates, mother, and especially his older brother, Akiteru, in the background cheering:

“That’s my little brother! The tall one, with the glasses! My little brother is getting married!”

❥⋱L - Lotion: Massage time! What kind of lotion, how does he massage you, or you to him!

Now you know if anybody is going to be massaging anybody, you're going to be massaging him!

His excuse is that his muscles ache after practice and he's not going to let anyone other than you put your hands on him in such an intimate manner. He also refuses massages from the team's specialist, which has gotten him scolded a couple of times.

Why let a stranger touch him when his beautiful fiancee can do that? Plus, afterward, he gets to fuck you. Win-win for him.

He'll probably choose just a simple massage cream with a neutral scent or one of your vanilla-scented body lotions since he likes them so much.

While you're massaging him, he'll be smirking and making perverted little comments to make you flustered, especially when you get to his thigh/groin area.

"Getting a little close to my dick there. Is someone needy tonight?"

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#kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima smut #tsukki smut #tsukki x reader #hq tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu tsukki #valentine's day #valentine event #valentine a-z #💗💗🍡°hq headcanons #💗💗🍡°hq masterlist #dividers by hitobaby #byp🌹

[writerfae]

Rant at me about Sera!

How old was she when she got married btw, because my guess is 18-19? By my math, when Trevor was born, she was probably 20?

Also, funny story (welcome to half asleep Knights of the Alder theories!):

Me: Wakes up at 3am the other day

Me: No, brain, Trevor's tough time is not going to be Sera axe murdering her husband, go back to sleep

Also, Talon looking like Trevor when he was little😭😭❤️❤️ i caaaaan't

So here’s finally a Sera rant!

I love her so much honestly. Like, she had it kinda tough and still tries to get the best out of it, still tries to make those she loves comfortable.

Much like Talon, even if not to the same degree she has been standing in the shadow of their dead brother. Especially since she was the first child after Thorin died.

Cyrus had wished for a son. Which by no means meant he didn’t love Sera, but he was also a bit… disappointed? Idk how exactly to put it.

She was four when Talon was born and immediately stripped off of the title as heir of the house. Not that four year old Sera cared much about being heir. And later on too she never wanted that title, but she felt kinda guilty that Talon had to play that part because of her.

And she loves her little brother so much. From the day he was born she was absolutely enchanted by him and she wanted to do everything she could to be a good sister to him. And she was!

She played with him a lot and taught him things and shielded him from their father’s expectations a bit (as good as a child could). Little Talon was formed so much by his sister and he really loved her.

They had that little deal that they would become guards together, because it’s been a dream and a passion for both of them. Sera was very good at sword fighting too. That’s why her father let her start guard training in the first place, she had talent and passion.

But Talon wasn’t the only one with expectations on him in the family. Sera had her daughterly duties she was expected to fulfill too. She was basically raised to one day be a good wife, a bride that you could give away to a good family.

Then one day there were words that in the neighbor court a high lord had died and that his son, the new high lord, was in search of a wife. So her father promoted that he’d be a good candidate for an engagement with Sera.

It was honestly a bad timing. Sera was in the midst of guard training. But ever the dutiful daughter and knowing that he was a good party, she agreed with it even when her mother was against the idea.

Sera met the guy and liked him pretty much. He was charming and good looking and not as much of a prick as other high lords and heirs she knew.

She married him at eighteen, before she could complete her guard training. She quit it because of her marriage and pretty much gave up her (and Talon’s) dream. Which is the reason Talon refused to talk with her, he felt left alone and betrayed and was mad she moved and broke her promise.

Sera suffered a lot from her brother’s treatment. She tried fighting for Talon as best as she could, not wanting to lose him. When Trevor was born it got better luckily.

Her marriage started out pretty good. Later it went a bit downhill, though. It’s not like he treated her badly, it’s just that he and his family again had lots of expectations that she had to fit into and it made her a bit uncomfortable. They didn’t let her continue guard training for example.

And her husband, though nice to her, grew more and more distant. After she birthed him an heir, it seemed like he spent less and less time with her. He flirted with other girls too. Sera felt rather lonely.

Trevor was her only light in this situation. She poured all the love she had to offer into him and he loved her in return. Sera is very protective of him, trying to prevent him being groomed into an heir like her brother as best as she can, even though it gets harder to do so.

People think Trevor is too soft. Sera defends him with all she got. She wants the best for him and the more time she spends in her husband’s house the more she starts to doubt that it is good for Trevor to get raised there.

Anyway, Sera is so strong and kind and a good sister and daughter and mother and she’s a real fighter. I have more Sera thoughts but I can’t put them in words so that’s all for now 😭

And no, Sera won’t axe murder her husband, but the idea is interesting (it might seem a bit tempting too, at times. For Talon especially) 😂

The similarities Talon and his nephew have are so sweet honestly 😭 Trevor reminds Sera of her brother a lot

#these siblings I swear they ruin me #also the Sera and Ranva parallels 😭 #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder

[slickfordain]

I was the one who sent the girls night out with the female harbingers. And reader is rich and he reaction of the male harbingers. Oh and La signora is alive because she my fav harbinger

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

GN!reader, Yandere Harem, probably short fanfic but whatever

Well, didn’t quite expect for their darling to be a rich girl / boy / non-binary who owns like… What? Three different laptops with different Genshin accounts? Yeah. Things have gone downhill from there, considering that the richest people in Teyvat were so sure they were rich. Also since Teyvat doesn’t have good skincare as we people have right now in 2023, bigger chance they stink a bit. You smell more better and have much more healthier lifestyle that this catches everyone’s attention.

They want to know how the fuck do you smell so good… Which uh… I won’t explain because sweetie, next time please lock your door when you’re nearby an Acolyte. I don’t want you to know what they’re doing in your house for that shit. 💀

And since you’re heading to Snezhnaya, the Fatui girls have been begging you to endlessly share your “theories” about your world, most likely, facts. They want to know how you bathe and, all that… I can’t count how many times you’ve sprayed perfume on them, good heavens does everyone smell so badly. Thank God Aether doesn’t due to traveling through worlds beforehand, but he’s slowly smelling too.

Anyway, back to the Fatui part— La Signora would love to know how you take good care of yourself. Even your smell and beauty / handsomeness is intoxicating that you might get arrested for being too pretty. You sit there, staring at them, thinking: “You’re telling me I’m a God who didn’t invent shampoo and conditioner? WHAT??” And this is basically where the shopping spree started for the Fatui girls and you, since they were the first to be invited. (Others would’ve been invited, if it wasn’t for their concerning ideas.)

You could somehow enter your world with Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora… They even fawn at your house inventories and furnitures, it was quite cute if you’re being honest. It’s like four babies being in awe of a new life, which is understandable.

You showed them how shower works even, and how soap keeps bacteria away and makes them smell much more nicer. Yeah… Your bathroom is hogged 24/7 that the electricity bills are high as fuck, but that’s okay! You can always pay for it! After all, you’re very wealthy for a lazy ass idiot.

I could see Sandrone taking an interest in some makeup kit too, trying to build out of it despite being hard to make… But she somehow makes it work which was really sweet. You’re glad she’s making makeup kits and shampoos! Finally Teyvat can smell finer!

Columbina will take a liking to your laptops, thinking the screens is how you watch over people in different realms. (It’s not. You’re just playing Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland.) She will also steal some of your books if you owned some and never read them, she couldn’t help herself, okay? How can she when your house is full of things she could learn from? It’ll make her feel superior to those who doesn’t know.

❝This perfume is fascinating your grace! Your creations are always so lovely and perfect!❞ La Signora will keep praising you and take some dresses you’ve bought for her, which makes her honestly bawl her eyes out. She has forgotten about her husband… Yikes… Don’t blame her! How can she not when you’re treating her like some kind of royalty? She’s feeling so bad she wants to do something in return.

Arlecchino will probably fawn over armors in your place. They’re so shiny and well-built, she envies you for having such well made clothings! Wait, you’re actually paying it for her? Oh your grace you’re going to accidentally get into marriage with this woman. A hopeless woman.

And God forbids to let the Fatuis know, because once they do there’ll be a feral conversation once the girls comes back. An angry meeting. Like, big yikes when you came back to Snezhnaya with Tsaritsa escorting you away to Mondstadt… Because once you left — unfortunately — Tsaritsa will yell at the girls who did not give a single shit about it.

Pantalone will hold grudges against them, spitting out insults how they’re too broke that they forced the grace into buying them bullshit. That lead to Arlecchino and him having a death glare competition, with Pantalone taking out his gun and- yeah. Massive argument. Even Pierro and Capitano were disappointed in this.

And the girls felt more fresher than ever, dazzling with their own uniqueness… It makes Dottore want to puke and stab their eyes out so he could feed it to the Sumeru animals. He hated Sandrone way more than he should’ve… And La Signora should’ve died by Ei, if it weren’t for your sweet presence saving her.

Now the boys, especially Childe, are begging you to take them to your world to make them clean. Oh would you look at that, it seems like the Acolytes heard this, and is taking advantage of it too.

You simply, do need a break.

I’m graduating this year wtf

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #yandere sagau genshin impact #sagau brainrot #sagau cult au #sagau x reader

[robinhobiii]

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Professor! Wonwoo

Y/n failed a few classes and now the college needs to speak with a guardian.

Warning: kinda suggestive

Y/n was stressed. The results of all the exams come out today and she’s dreading to pick up the paper. She knows she failed chemistry. She had no clue what she did during a the labs or what she did on the final exam. She’s been slacking for the two months going out and about and not studying. There’s no way she got above a C on the other exams too. What’s worse is the fact that her husband, Jeon Wonwoo, worked at her university as a history and philosophy professor. It was an arranged marriage and she only said yes because she thought he would go easy on the school work load. However, he’s more strict than her father! Always wanting straight A’s and less than 5 absences. However, no one knows about this. He didn’t tell anyone because he didn’t want people to think he was favoring her because she was his wife.

He’s a cold man, but he cares about her. She seen on multiple occasions that he did. Like when it was close to midnight and she’d ask for help on certain questions. Or when it’s that time of the month and he goes out and buys whatever she craves. They’ve been married for almost two years and she’s feels as though they’re almost at the finish line to be lovers. But she’s not too sure on how he’ll react to the report.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing. Strange.

It’s was the student center.

“Hello?” She said cautiously.

“Ah yes, good evening Ms. L/n, this is your advisor speaking. I’m going to need you to come to my office right now please. We need to discuss the sudden drop in your grades.”

“. . .”

“Ms. L/n, are you there?”

“Ah! Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

. . .

“Ms. L/n, your GPA dropped from a 3.9 to a 2.9 in a matter of two weeks. From what I can see, your grades went down during the last few weeks of this semester. You are an excellent student because I can see that before you had a A and B average. However, this severe drop can really cause problems for graduation.”

She said as the advisor looked at her. She had no words to say because honestly she did this to herself. Y/n knew that she was failing but not to the point where it’ll cause her problems to graduate.

“What can I do? I’ll do anything to fix it!” Y/n exclaimed.

The advisor sighed and said “Well, since you’re in danger of not graduating, this is what has to be done. We need to have a meeting with a guardian to make sure that you stay on track and they push you towards graduation. We know you’re a good student, so we’re giving you this chance to redeem yourself. Once we can come to a compromise with you, the guardian, and I, we’ll allow you to retake the classes online.”

“Um, w-when is it a good time to come by? ”

”Hmm, what’s today . . Oh! Thursday. I’ll set aside time for Friday, 4:30 pm, okay? Does that sound fair. “

Ooh, Y/n, you idiot! You’re done tonight.

“Thank you so much for the second opportunity!”

. . .

She’s fucked.

She stared at the paper the advisor gave. She needs to give it to Wonwoo so he can look it over so he has an idea of what meeting will be about. However, she doesn’t have it in her to do so. It’s was close to 9:30 pm and Wonwoo just pulled into the drive way. She gasped and shoved the paper in her pack back. Y/n made her way to the kitchen and waited for him to come in.

He shut the door rather roughly.

Yup, she’ll have to tell him later. He’s not in a good mood and her telling him about the meeting is not a good idea.

“You okay? ” she said softly as she watched him hang his long coat. He merely grunted and made his way to the bathroom. It was one of those days for him. Mondays and Thursday’s were the most difficult for him. Monday’s . . Well they’re just Monday’s. But Thursday’s are difficult because it’s the day before Friday and he just wants the week over.

She nervously plated his food and waited for him. She was too nervous to eat the right now and just wanted him to go to sleep so she can think of a plan. After his shower, he sits down and starts to eat. She looked at his beautiful face and the way his wet hair effortlessly made him look even more gorgeous. He quirked his eyebrow and looked at her. “Why aren’t you eating?” His deep voice sending chills down her back.

”m’not hungry” she said timidly.

He squinted his eyes and looked up and down at her, trying to read her. “Why?”

“Oh! It’s nothing. I just had a big snack earlier, that’s all. ” she said softly.

He hummed and continued to eat.

“How were your exams?”

She couldn’t think of what to say. She was silent and Wonwoo stopped eating and looked straight at her. “Y/n, I asked you something.” His hooded eyes looked into hers and she got way too nervous and looked away. Before he could say anything else, his phone rang. Y/n quickly got up and got it for him and zoomed to the bedroom.

She doesn’t know how or when she fell asleep, but she woke up at 6:32 am. Wonwoo already left as he needs to be there by 6:00 am. She was panicking on what to do since the meetings is at 4:30 and she still didn’t tell him. Maybe she could text him? No, then he’ll be in a bad mood all day and no one deserve that.

Ugh! Y/n you had one job and couldn’t even do that right.

. . .

It was 4:05 pm and she still hadn’t told him. And the meeting was in 25 minutes.

Sigh. It’s now or never.

Y/n walked in to his office and sat down in front of him. His eyes bore into hers, trying to read them. She quickly looked away and sighed for the millionth time. “Wonwoo, I’m g-going to tell you something, but you can’t get m-mad.” She said nervously as she played with his fingers.

“Enlighten me, princess.”

“I-I, uh, well, um, okay. Are you busy in about 20 minutes?”

He raised an eyebrow. “No”

“I need you to come to a meeting with me.”

He looked confused. Why would he get mad at that?

“May I ask what the meeting is for?” He said as he intertwined their hands.

Her heart fluttered but she’s not sure if it’s because he’s holding her hand or if she’s too nervous to answer him. She remained silent for a bit.

“Y/n? You okay, darling? ”

Her heart was beating out of her chest and she couldn’t formulate a sentence.

“Princess. ” He said more firmly.

She straightened up and his hooded eyes looked at her intently. “I asked why? You know I don’t like repeating myself.” Her cheeks flushed pink as she pulled away her hands and looked at the white digital clock behind him.

4:24.

Where did the time go?!

She quickly pulled out the paper from yesterday from her back pack and quickly handed to Wonwoo.

Wonwoo’s eyes skimmed through the paper and boy did he not look too happy. “You failed two of your classes?” He asked way to calmly. “And three D’s. You must’ve not learned your lesson from last time.” She was shaking slightly as the memories from that night resurfaced in her mind and she quickly shook her head no. “W-wonwoo, I-I can explain-”

He stood up and went around the desk to be in front of her. He leaned forward toward her face and lifted her chin up. “What time is the meeting?” His minty breath fanned her lips.

“4:30. ”

He looked at the clock and it read 4:27.

“You’re really in it for tonight, princess.” His deep voice said as he leaned closer.

“Let’s go”

. . .

“So, you both have been married for almost two years?!” The adviser said shocked.

Wonwoo only nodded as he look at Y/n but she was avoided any eye contact from him.

“Well in that case, I know that she’ll have no trouble to get back on track to graduate. ” He chuckled as Wonwoo let out a small laugh.

“I’m just so shocked that a professor’s wife would slack off so much to the point where her gpa drops and she’s in danger of not graduating.” The advisor laughs. Wonwoo clenched his jaw as he glanced at Y/n and she again was avoiding his eyes.

After talking for a few more minutes, the meeting was done and she would restart those class on Monday. To say Wonwoo was furious would be an understatement. The whole car ride home was silent. She saw how hard he was gripping the steering wheel and she was so scared for what will unfold at home.

As soon as he pulls into the driveway, she practically jumps out of the passenger side and quickly makes it to the front door. She opens the door, kicks her shoes off, and makes her way to the bedroom. Just as she goes the lock the door, Wonwoo stops her. He roughly pushes the door open and both of them are in a stand-off position. Wonwoo slowly walks forward and she slowly walks backward.

“Do you know how embarrassing that was, princess? Hmm? Hearing him say that a professor’s wife is slacking off? What will my students think? That my wife can’t even do well even though she has all the resources to do so? You really didn’t learn your lesson last time, did you?”

She shuddered as she remembers the last time they were there before. She gulped. “W-Wonwoo, I’m sor-”

“Uh uh. You’re not. You just love pushing my buttons, don’t you. I thought you were my good girl? Hmm? ”

Her legs finally hit the edge of the bed. Wonwoo places his hand on her chest and pushes her down roughly. He hovers above her.

“I hope you’re ready because after this, I’ll make sure you never ever have an F again.”

#seventeen #svt fanfic #svt wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #svt jeon wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo scenarios #svt joshua #seungkwan #svt junhui #dokyeom #jihoon x reader #mingyu #svt imagines #svt minghao #svt vernon #svt x reader #svt dk #svt mingyu #seventeen x reader #svt dino #svt jun #svt jeonghan #seventeen x y/n #seventeen seokmin #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen hoshi #seventeen smut

[whiskeynwriting]

More rough and feral dom daddy whiskey please? <3

Colombian Cowboy

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Reader

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Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (obvi, it’s sacred at this point), spit kink, dom daddy, choking, hair pulling, degradation, oral fixation, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, brief mention of hair, established relationship/marriage

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A/N: co-written with @phnyx once again, and are y’all even surprised at this point? Also, this takes place before babycakes gets preggers, but her and daddy are still married. 

Thank you to @fishingforpike for always being an amazing beta reader <3

Inspired by this picture because… dear god, dear GOD. If anyone knows who originally created this picture, please let me know and I will tag them ASAP! I did not make this picture!

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There was something different about the architecture here, something different about the way everything was put together. The arches, the entryways, even the brick wasn’t like anything you’d seen in the states, well, not in Kentucky, anyway. And it makes sense, because right now, you’re miles away from the United States.

You didn’t often see Jack’s family; his many aunts, uncles, and grandparents were older now and couldn’t make the trip. So, Jack had brought up the idea of visiting them more often to you, and you were thrilled to accept it. How could you not? Not only did you love Jack with your whole heart and would do practically anything in the world for him, but you also loved his family. His grandparents in particular were the sweetest couple you’d ever seen, and they welcomed you into the family with open arms well before you’d even gotten married.

“Mi bonita chiquita!” (my pretty little girl!)

Smiling, you pick up your pace to a jog, meeting her halfway. She didn’t need to be walking any faster than she could muster.

“Abuelita,” You say as you lean down to give her a hug. “Te extrañé.” (Grandma, I missed you)

“Abuelo,” Jack greeted his grandfather, hugging him as he too joined you all on the porch. (Grandpa)

You wouldn’t guess by looking at him or honestly even meeting him, but Jack spoke Spanish. He not only spoke Spanish, but was from South America, too. His mother’s side is Colombian, with his father being from the states. That’s where that famous southern drawl comes in. A Colombian cowboy; quite the peculiar taste but one you’re more than happy to savor.

“¿Cómo estás hace poco?” He asks, breaking the hearty embrace. “Bien?” (How are you lately? Good?) 

“Más o menos,” Abuelo frowns, waving a hand in the air. “Mi nieta! Cómo estás, hermosa?” (More or less. My granddaughter! How are you, beautiful?)

It’s humorous how easily he pushes Jack’s inquiries aside just to come over and say hi to you. They really do love you. And if Jack took it to heart, he’d be annoyed, but he’s not. He’s thrilled his family loves you. They see you as one of their own and to be honest, you really are.

Before long, they’re corralling the two of you inside, and as soon as you’re through the front door, you can smell the masterpieces Abuelita has been preparing. It’s clear she’s spent all afternoon making the dishes, each one being a favorite of either yours or Jack’s. You feel bad that she’s gone through so much work just for the two of you. You’re sure she’s remade the entire guest bedroom for both of you, too. She can’t get around as easy as she used to, so putting in that kind of effort takes a toll on her. But even if you told her to stop (and in the kindest ways, you have), she never would. She’ll never stop caring this much about either of you.

While you help Jack’s Abuela set the table for dinner, he takes it upon himself to carry your bags upstairs. There are only three rooms on the upper level, his grandparents’, the bathroom, and the spare room. And when he opens the door, what he sees brings a smile to his face. The bed is made with new sheets that he’s sure his grandmother made, and resting atop the orange and beige quilt is a bouquet of carnations and tulips. The décor along the walls has also changed. Each one of the numerous pictures in the hanging frames have been swapped for new ones, some of you and Jack, and some of Jack from his past. There are a few that show Jack as a child when he'd spend summers on his grandparent’s farm. The memories that flow into his mind make his heart fill with a sense of somber joy.

“Babycakes!”

“Yeah?” You holler back, glancing over at the stairs. And although you can’t see each other, he keeps talking.

“C’mon up here for a minute.”

“Ya vuelvo.” You then smile, placing a hand on his grandmother’s shoulder. (I’ll be right back)

“Tome su tiempo, mi amor.” (Take your time, my love)

In a few short steps, you’re at the bottom of the stairs, but you don’t see him anywhere. With a sigh, you follow the sound of Jack’s low hum. What does he have in mind?

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Entering the room with a gentle push on the door, you finally see the husband you’ve been searching for. “Oh, wow, those are beautiful.”

“They really are,” Jack says softly, watching as you walk over to the bouquet his grandmother had left on the bed. “Honey, look at this.”

“Hm?” On your heels, you spin to face him, your eyes following the finger pointing at the wall. “Oh,”

You don’t often see pictures of Jack, not from his younger days, at least. He just doesn’t have many, if any at all, in the penthouse. Most of them are with his family, and with all of them living so far apart, the times you do get to see pictures of baby Jack are rare. Only… this isn’t baby Jack. Oh, no. This is… this is grown Jack, young adult Jack.

“Baby, how old were you here?”  Pointing to a specific picture on the wall, you quickly become entranced. 

In the picture, it looks to be in the afternoon, possibly at the end of a workday. He has his signature white shirt and blue jeans combo on, but with a shockingly dull belt buckle. He’s also wearing a white cowboy hat; one you’ve never seen him wear before. He’s sitting halfway over a metal fence, his right leg on one side, his left leg on the other, with both hands gripping the top railing. It’s a nice view of his side profile as he’s looking ahead at something you’re not able to see. But to be completely honest, you’re not really interested in whatever he’s looking at, because you’re too busy with what you’re looking at.

There is such a clear outline of his muscles through the fabric of that shirt, such definition in his forearms and biceps. You can see his pectorals and the muscles along his shoulders through the shirt, the veins in his forearms bulging slightly as he grasps the railing. The way he’s sitting looks so… dominant. So strong and just so… Jack.

“That one?” He asks, rubbing his jaw. “Dunno, sugar. Maybe my late twenties, early thirties?”

Then, he looks to his side, smiling widely when he sees your mesmerized expression.

“You like how I look there, babycakes?” He asks you sweetly, taking you into his arms while you continue to stare. “Hm?”

You can’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him, your smile bursting fully across your cheeks when he nuzzles himself into your neck. Sensually, he grinds himself against your hip, and chuckles. Those beautifully plush lips press to the skin of your neck, but only for a moment before he huffs out a breath, shaking his head.

“It’s that easy,” He murmurs seductively. “It’s that easy for you to get me.”

“Daddy…” You whisper in return, briefly forgetting exactly where you are, and where you’re supposed to be.

“Baby,” He returns, the hook of his nose running along your jaw as he just barely lifts himself from your neck. “My sweet baby.”

It’s taking everything in you to not spiral, to not throw Jack on the bed and have him all for yourself. Seeing the younger version of him made you hot, but having the older version of him right here next to you? That made you hotter. But still, you can’t help but think what he would’ve been like back then, how he would’ve treated you in bed. He looks so serious in that picture, so focused and tanned and broad… fuck, you’re trying not to get carried away, you’re really trying. But his next words, they drag you down quicker than the hounds of hell.

“Do you want it now, babycakes?” He whispers, teeth tugging gently at your ear. “Or later?” You can already feel yourself leak between your thighs, his words making your heart rate increase until you’re sweating with anxious excitement. 

The hand he uses to grab your jaw is musty and half-covered in dirt, yanking your face upwards to look him directly in the eye.

“I said now, or later?” He grits out, raising his brows authoritatively as he expects a response.

Staring up at him, he’s backlit by the sun like some sort of Greek god. His hat blocks the main rays of it, shielding you from the direct and blinding light. He looks sweaty and tired, but more than ready to handle you. 

“Now,” You whimper out in response, breath-taken by the current state he’s in. “Please.”

“Good.” It comes out thick and low, his voice always rich with that southern drawl.

All too easily, he forces you to step back, walking forward until your back hits the outside wall of the barn. Without hesitation, he immediately grabs your throat, the tips of his fingers on his free hand then flying to your mouth. 

“Get these wet for me.” He demands, shoving them inside.

“Mm,” Mumbling, your eyes go wide when you gag involuntarily.

It makes him smile, towering over you and squeezing your neck while he shoves his fingers down your throat. Both of your hands reach for his forearm, clinging to him tightly while you moan. When you gather your bearings, you begin to suck, unable to tear your gaze from his eyes while doing so. It makes your center pulse, already weeping for him. Jack’s eyes focus on you, his brow furrowing slightly as he pumps his two fingers in and out of your mouth. He rubs the pads of them down on your tongue, grinning wickedly when you gag on them again.

“You’re doing so good,” He grumbles, eyes dipping down to your currently occupied mouth. And listening to Jack’s praise while his fingers are in your mouth makes you burn bright inside.

It makes him so happy to see you like this, so willingly submissive. You like it, too, he knows you do. You live for it, and honestly, he does too. 

Jack sighs deeply, contentedly. Slowly, he tilts his head to the side, a sinister smile growing on his face. “I want you to do somethin’ for me, honeybee.” 

“Mm?” You mumble, doe eyes staring directly into his, into those increasingly dark brown orbs. 

He retracts his fingers from your mouth, giving a short chuckle of delight when he witnesses your small spit trail. Then, he nods. 

“Open that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” Licking his lower lip, his eyes dart down to your own as they open widely for him. And with one hand on your throat, he purses his lips, spitting onto your tongue. You whine in surprise, in utter shock. But the second time he does it, you’re expecting it, his grip on your throat tightening as he does it. 

“You like that?” And his jaw is clenched, eyes flickering back to your own. But when you move your lips to answer, his grip tightens again. “Uh-uh, don’t swallow it. Not yet… let daddy taste it.” 

Leaning in, his tongue dives into your mouth, swiping over the wet mess of his own saliva. With your eyes rolling back to a close, you moan, hands trailing up his chest to meet behind his neck. Thankfully, he allows you to pull him in, those broad hands encircling your back. His tongue dominates your mouth, the intrusion of the thick, slick muscle prompting a sudden need for it to be elsewhere. 

What you don’t expect is for his wet fingers to find your sex, making their way beneath your skirt and to the thin covering of your panties. He grunts against your mouth when he rubs you through them, fingertips pressing against your clit. 

“Mm,” Jesus, he loves when you whimper. 

Already, your hips are rotating into his hand, and within seconds, he’s shoving your panties to the side. One single, deliciously thick finger slides up through your folds, circling your already reddened bud. He rubs your slick over it, your pretty pearl, feeling you tremble in his hold. 

“You’re already so close, aren’t you?” Jack whispers against your mouth, and you can just smell the sweat on him. It’s salty in your mouth when you attach it to his neck.

Again, you’re shoving yourself into his hand, desperately seeking more. And he complies, grinning while he slides one finger inside. “Needy fucking thing.” Jack grunts, the tip of his digit finding your most sensitive spots. 

“Daddy,” Hips jerking forward, he rocks his hand with you, finger moving in and out with every movement you make. 

“Yeah? You gonna fuck yourself on my hand?” It’s not what he originally had in mind, but he’d be damned to stop this.

“Mhm,” Whining, your eyes open, staring directly into his. And the innocence they reflect absolutely kills him.

“Mm…” He groans, that handsome face focused entirely on you. “Then do it.”

With a single nod, he leans in, angling his hand to rub against your clit. And the more pressure he applies, the more you whine, the more you squirm, breathing out desperate puffs of air for him. He can see how riled up you’ve become, how fucking feral you get - you’re so wet he can smell it. And it’s from him, all from him. Only from him.

“Cum on daddy’s hand.” Jack whispers into your ear, the timbre of his voice breaking you open from the inside. 

For once, he allows your eyes to close, watching as your head tilts back. Jack loved to make you hold eye contact through your high, he just had to see how dumb you could get. But right now, he lets you savor it, your jaw dropping fully as you moan, those beautiful wafts of air floating right from your mouth and into his. Because as soon as you started to shake, he attached himself to you again, shoving his tongue into your mouth so he could steal every one of your breaths. 

He almost can’t handle the sensation of it, feeling your juices drip down his hand. Removing them, they instantly find his lips, sucking them inside so he doesn’t waste it. He yearns for the taste of your center, the dampness of it, the tangy smell of it. 

“Oh…” He growls happily, lazily grabbing your jaw. Your lids are heavy as you look at him, watching that beautiful tongue roll over his digits. “Daddy loves when you get that dumb little look on your face.

And when he realizes you’re still too fucked-out to say anything, he speaks again.

“Get on your knees.” 

It’s immediate, your compliance, your center burning bright from his authority. Even though your back is against the barn, you slide down the tattered wall, landing on your knees. He doesn’t move either, doesn’t give you anymore space as he keeps his stance directly in front of you. And as you fall, Jack’s eyeline follows you down, strong and calloused hands already undoing his belt. 

“Mm…” Whimpering, your fidgeting fingers play with each other, anxiety brewing in your belly from the sinful heat continuing to rise in your body. 

While he stares down at you, he can feel the adrenaline racing through his blood. You’re so cute, so pretty on your knees before him. But the sight of your doe-eyed expression doesn’t make him want to be sweet, it makes him want to be fierce, to withhold any sense of mercy from you. Jack wants to watch you crumble, force you into submissiveness and watch as you let him make a mess of your existence. 

“Baby,” Growling quietly, he bends down, leaning in to roughly take hold of your jaw. And he sighs out in satisfaction when you move with him, rising a little higher into his grasp. “Open your mouth for daddy.” 

With a smile, you comply, opening your mouth wide while staring up at him. 

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, returning to his full height. And once he’s standing tall again, he resumes the undoing of his belt, finally pulling himself out. “Get that tongue out.”

Staring at the thickness of his length weighing heavy in front of your face, you do as he says, refraining from licking his head. Happily, he grabs himself, holding his erection at the base while moving to tap it against your tongue. The wet slap of it makes him moan, the sight and sound something you’ll never forget. He looks amazing like this, towering over you, his toned and tanned pelvis on display. And his cock, the same cock you’ve taken dozens of times, just waiting to force its way inside you. 

But your impatience betrays you. Your body yearns to feel the same tingle of excitement Jack forced through your body mere seconds ago. And you’re wondering if he’ll let you pleasure yourself while sucking him off. Curiously, you shift, spreading your legs wider and settling your covered crotch directly onto his boot. The leather’s cool sensation makes you sigh, your eyes closing as his precum leaks onto your tongue. And before you even realize it, your hips are swaying, your small hands rising to cling to his calf, his thigh, holding onto him desperately. And the sigh of you getting yourself off on his boot while he smacks the tip of his dick against your tongue is making him feral all over again.

“Pretty girl,” That southern drawl coos to you, beckoning for your attention. And when you gaze up at him, he finishes with, “Are you begging?” 

Upon hearing his words, you sigh, a look of concern washing over your face. Is he mad at me?

“It’s okay, sugar.” Your lover grins, reading your mind. “You can rub yourself on me. Yeah… rub yourself while you suck on daddy.”

Instantly, your eyes are shutting again, lips suctioning around his tip as you move forward to take him in. And your quick compliance forces a groan from within his chest, his lips parting in awe as he witnesses it. 

With happy and eager movements, you swallow him, feeling the firm twitch of his tip at the back of your throat. Already, spit collects in your mouth as you move back and forth, feeling every ridge of vein of his length slide along your lips and tongue. And you continue to cling to him, breathing through your nose as you bob your head along his length. 

“Yeah, that’s what I wanna see…” Thick fingers move forward, curling into the hair at the crown of your head. “God.”

Jack was always such a vocal man, you loved hearing the noises he made during sex. They make your heart thump with excitement, your center tingle with arousal, knowing you’re pleasing the most important man. 

“Fuck daddy, baby. Fuck daddy with your mouth.” 

And when he says it, you look up with him, a tear from each eye streaming down your cheeks. Drool finally pours past your lips as his free hand cups your cheek, shoving his thumb into the corner of your mouth and watching more stream down your chin. 

“You always make such a fucking mess.” Your lover seethes, gritting his teeth. 

Moving both hands to your head, he shoves you back against the wooden slats, choosing to fuck your face instead of letting you choose the pace. Harshly, he thrusts into your mouth, reveling in the suction of your throat around him. It’s now that he finally hears you gag, one of his absolute favorite things when it comes to you going down on him. The wet suck of it forces his eyes to roll back into his head, your hands now pushing him away instead of pulling him in. But he’s so much stronger than you, it really doesn’t matter what you do. His digits grip your hair so harshly that it stings, keeping you in place for however long he needs. And it won’t be much longer, not with the way you’re taking him.

“Baby, babycakes.” He gasps, jaw dropping as he stares down at your gorgeous face. “You take it so well, honey.” And that little bit of babbling praise tells you that he’s close. It’s his next words that send him over the edge.

“Daddy’s little cum slut.” His words make your insides burn with shame, worrying over the possibility of someone else hearing. 

Quickly, he pulls himself out, jacking off over your waiting face. Your sloppy gasp, the wet sound of your choking throat, it’s all too much for him. Leaning one hand against the barn, he cums, watching it shoot onto your face. It leaps onto your nose, but that isn’t good enough for him. So, he turns your head, wanting to rub it over your cheeks and lips.

The gooiness of it sticks to your skin, the smell of his musk and sweat flooding your senses. You’re still so close that the hairs of his pelvis scratch against your face, his balls rubbing over your chin. And as he starts to come down, his chest heaves from the force of it, his high prompting a subtle shake in his legs.

“Don’t taste it, baby.” He gently commands. Jack always did come across soft in his post-orgasmic bliss. 

“Daddy, no.” It comes out before you can stop it, your whiny words and bratty pout. Not only do you want to taste it, you want to clean it. It makes you feel shameful, having your face painted when out in the open like this. 

“No?” He questions, his voice playful yet threateningly low. “Baby doll, you better watch your fuckin’ mouth.” At this, your eyes widen, brows dipping in the center ever so slightly. 

With his anger rising, he leans down, grabbing you by the throat and hauling you onto your feet. “Daddy.” Grabbing onto his forearm, you gasp before his hands are on your hips and spinning you around. 

“Hush up.” He returns almost playfully, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. “Daddy needs to use your sweet little hole.”

With that, he’s flipping your dress up and over your backside, scrunching it around your hips so he can see every bit of your skin. Briefly, he licks the pads of his fingers before dropping them to your sex, rubbing you for just a moment. 

“Still just as wet,” He murmurs, and practically to himself. 

Leaning in, he rests his chin on your shoulder, sighing out a heavy and hot breath. With one hand on your hip, he uses the other to spread your cheek, feeling his tip touch your lips. 

“Oh…” Dropping his head down, his forehead rests against the back of your head as he moves, sliding his entire length inside. 

Your small yelp is muffled by his hand as he splits you open from behind, sinking every inch into your center. And when he bottoms out, he almost laughs, so overjoyed from the feeling of being surrounded by your insides.

“God, I can reach so deep inside, can’t I?”

“Daddy,”

“Sh,” He returns, just as he’s beginning to move. “You stay here, stay here and let daddy fuck you.” 

And just like that, he’s slapping his pelvis against your ass, the thickness of his length plunging inside. At first, it’s overwhelming, entirely blinding bliss. The feeling of his veins rubbing against your walls, his fat tip hitting your most sensitive spot. And his grunts, his hot breaths and deep moans. It’s too much, it’s too much.

“Daddy, you’re making me feel so good. It’s, it’s so much.”

“Yeah? You want daddy to stop?” Jack immediately questions, words ragged and breathless. But all you do is whine. 

“What have I told you? Huh?” And now, his hand curls around to your neck, tighter than before as he shakes you a bit. Gritting his teeth, he demands, “Tell me.”

Quietly, pitifully, you squeak, “I’m not done ‘till daddy’s done.”

Instantly, a bright smile breaks out across his face, and he’s planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “That’s right, babycakes.”

Your body rocks from the force of it, the barn he helped to build so many years ago creaking from Jack’s genuine strength. His muscles ripple and flex as he fucks himself into you, listening to the lewd squelch of it. He wishes he could do this every day, shove you up against the barn at the end of a long work day and fuck your throat, your pretty face, before taking your cunt. Day, after day, after day. It’s all he wants, all he’s ever wanted. You. 

“Oh baby,” He huffs, his groans turning into guttural growls. “Baby, you got daddy so riled up. You’re perfect angel, you’re so perfect, and you’re mine. You’re daddy’s perfect little play toy.”

“Daddy, I l-love, I love you.”

“Oh, honey. Daddy loves you, too. So, are you gonna answer me?”

“Hm? W-What?”

“I asked you a question, sugar.” And when you still don’t respond, he refreshes your memory. “Do you want it now, or later?”

Back in Jack’s childhood room, his fingers find your chin, tilting it toward him gently. And when your eyes meet him, you feel taken aback. He’s so beautiful, such a genuinely gorgeous man. And with everything in you, you want him, desperately and right in this moment. 

“Mis amores! La cena está lista!” (My loves! Dinner is ready!)

Jack then tuts at you, tapping the underside of your chin. With a wink, he decides, “Guess it’ll have to be later.”

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Y.O.U (Years Of Us), Chapter 7: “Where’s your wedding ring?”

Jimin x half black/half Korean OC

Genre/Rating: 21+, established relationship, idol!AU, smut, angst, and fluff

Summary: The morning (or week) after.

Warnings: Brief mention of overdose and rehab.

WC: 2.2K

One Year Ago

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” Kamaria gushed as her and Jimin sat together on the large wooden swing that was placed in his spacious backyard. “You fucking did it, baby.”

“I have to admit, there were days I didn’t think I was gonna be able to make it without the pills,” Jimin confessed. “But I’m happy to be out on the other side and in recovery.”

“I knew you could do it.”

“I think that’s a part of the reason why I was able to do it too,” he mentioned. “Knowing that I had you rooting for me and having your support when it felt like everyone else had turned their backs on me meant the world. Hell, without you, I would’ve never gone to rehab.”

“Maybe but it was your willpower that got you through it,” Kamaria tried to say. 

“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for it, honestly.”

“You don’t have to,” she chuckled. “I did it because I love and care about you, not for any accolades.”

“Well, I guess you’re gonna think I’m a little extra for getting you this then,” he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ring box.

“Jimin,” she whined playfully. “Come on. Just having you home is enough for me.”

“What if you could say your husband is home?” He questioned and Kamaria arched an eyebrow. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked and Jimin answered her by sliding down off of the swing and getting down on one knee in front of her. 

“Bubs, you are the love of my life,” he began. “When I think of my life, I can’t remember what it was like before you came into it and I don’t ever want to imagine what it would be without you in it. That’s why I was wondering if you would marry me?” He opened the ring box then, revealing the most stunning square cut diamond ring that Kamaria had ever seen. 

This wasn’t the first time Jimin had asked Kamaria to marry him, nor the second or even the third. But unlike the other times, where she was happy and only turned him down because it was too soon, her heart filled with dread at what she knew she had to do. 

“Jimin,” she began gently. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Do you not?” He chuckled.

“Baby, you just got out of rehab less than a week ago,” Kamaria reminded him. “You need to be focused on your recovery, not marriage.”

“Like I said, I wouldn’t even be in recovery if it weren’t for you,” he reiterated. “Not that I ever doubted it, but you being my side just proved how strong our love is.”

“I hear you Jimin, I do but I just....I can’t say yes,” she shook her head. “I want to but I can’t.”

“You can’t?” he repeated, his hand that had been holding the ring box slowly lowering as her words sunk in. 

“I just want to make sure that you’re stable first,” Kamaria hurried to explain. “A lot has happened in the last few months and I just don’t think such a large life change like marriage is the best idea right now.”

“Ok,” Jimin murmured as he got up, closing the ring box and pushing it back into his pocket.

“I still love you, and that’s always,” she said and Jimin just nodded his head. 

“I love you too,” he replied with a small smile before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m gonna head into the house, ok?”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, just fine,” Jimin nodded before turning around and walking away. Kamaria couldn’t help it as tears began to well up in her eyes, making her smack her thigh in frustration. 

“Fuck.”

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A week after their unexpected “reconnection”, Kamaria hadn’t spoken to Jimin and she refused to. She couldn’t believe that she had sunk so fucking low, low enough to sleep a fucking married man. Granted, it was Jimin, the man she had been in love with for literal years and who loved her back just as much, but still, she felt wrong as hell for what she did.

Jimin, on the other hand, had been blowing up her phone ever since she made him leave the morning after their night together. Kamaria knew that she’d probably have to talk to him at some point and clear the air, but that was just not a conversation she wanted to have any time soon. 

So she put it off. She put her head down and started spending more time in the studio, working on her album that was steadily coming together. 

“You’ve been a fucking beast the past few days,” Nari noted as Kamaria let the two of them into her penthouse. After locking the door and removing their jackets and shoes, they made their way into the kitchen where Kamaria went straight for the fridge. “You’ve finished what, two songs?”

“Three and a half,” Kamaria corrected. “The half is my duet with Taemin, which I’ve finished writing my lyrics for.”

“Is he doing his lyrics on his own?”

“Pretty sure he is,” she nodded. “We have a studio session planned for next week so we’ll see.”

“You make my job so easy, you know that?” Nari sighed dreamily, making Kamaria laugh as she raided the fridge. As Nari moved to sit down on one of the barstools that was placed at the island, she noticed a gold ring sitting on the countertop. “Hey, is this a wedding ring?”

“Hm?” Kamaria hummed as she turned to glance over her shoulder. “Oh, yeah it is.”

“Who’s is it?” Nari chuckled. “And why do you have it?”

“It’s Jimin’s,” Kamaria announced as she moved out of the fridge, a container of pineapple in her hands. Nari choked on her own spit at the realization, her eyes widening as Kamaria casually grabbed a fork and popped the top off of the container in her hands. 

“Ok,” Nari said slowly. “And again, why do you have it?”

“He left it here,” Kamaria shrugged before eating a piece of fruit. 

“Why did he take it off? When the hell was he even here?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions,” Kamaria huffed in between chewing. 

“Because I’m confused as hell!” She laughed. “Please, don’t tell me you did what I’m thinking you did.”

“If you’re thinking that he took it off when we fucked last week, then I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Kamaria!”

“Technically, I didn’t tell you,” she replied. “Just confirmed what you were already thinking.”

“Wha? How?” Nari stammered. 

“It was on the anniversary of my mom’s OD and I was vulnerable and just wanted to feel good,” Kamaria explained. “I put him out so fast the morning after, he left his ring.”

“Have you spoken to him since?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I feel so fucking guilty over letting it happen.”

“Why?” 

“Nari, he’s married,” Kamaria scoffed. “And regardless of our prior history and whatever pain I was feeling at the time, I should’ve respected that.”

“Kam, Jimin doesn’t even respect it!” Nari exclaimed. “He made that clear when he asked you to be his surrogate and by even coming over here that night!”

“That still doesn’t make it right,” Kamaria replied before eating another piece of pineapple and a few seconds of silence passed before Nari spoke up again. 

“You should destroy the damn thing,” she suggested. “It might make you feel better, sort of like going to one of those destruction rooms with old computers and shit.”

“Trust me, I actually thought about it because looking at the fucking thing makes me sick,” Kamaria confessed. “But I know I’d catch hell from Jimin because he’d probably catch hell from Hye-ja.”

“I don’t know, I think Jimin would appreciate it if you did,” Nari joked. “Might make it easier for him to leave her.”

“In his dreams,” Kamaria huffed with a roll of her eyes.

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Jimin felt like he was going to lose his mind. Kamaria wasn’t answering his calls, she refused to see him, and she had gone radio silent. If Jimin knew her as well as he know he does, he completely understood why. Kamaria was a woman with a pretty strong moral code and after the haze of drunkenness had worn off, he wasn’t surprised that she flipped out and pushed him away. 

The thing was, he was tired of that. He loved her, so much that it felt like he was burning from the inside out sometimes, and he wanted nothing more than to be with her again. The way that they used to be. He understood why it couldn’t be that way but the man couldn’t help but to hope.

In order to keep his mind off her, he had been spending some time in the studio where he was starting to come up with enough material for the beginnings of an album. It had been over a year and a half since his previous one and he was itching to get back on the stage in front of the fans again. 

“Ah fuck,” Jimin muttered to himself as he unlocked the front door to his house, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. As he toed off his shoes and set his keys down, he heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Make sure to put extra green onions in it, ok?” The voice instructed and Jimin walked down the hall to the kitchen, his eyes widening when he saw Hye-ja and a chef moving around together. 

“Hye?” Jimin called out and Hye-ja turned around, a wide smile appearing on her face as she rushed over to her husband and threw her arms around his neck.

“Hi baby,” she cooed, pressing a firm kiss to his lips before pulling back. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he set his hands on her waist. “I thought you were in Osaka for your movie shooting.”

“Ugh, would you believe that the funding for the movie fell through at the last minute so they had to call off production?” She revealed. 

“Aw, I’m sorry Hye,” he sighed. “I know you were excited about that script.”

“Ah, it’s ok,” Hye-ja shrugged. “I’ll have more free time now and the two of us can be together more. I always feel bad that we haven’t gotten the chance to be real newlyweds, with my busy schedule and you getting back into the studio.”

“It’s what comes along with the job,” Jimin chuckled. “So I get it.”

“I know and because you’re so understanding, I hired this private chef to make us a great dinner,” she revealed. 

“And that dinner is just about ready,” the chef announced. 

“Great,” Jimin smiled. After plating their dinners and allowing Jimin and Hye-ja to take a seat at their decorated dining table (courtesy of Hye-ja), the chef placed their food in front of them before excusing himself and leaving them alone. 

“So, what have you been up to while I was gone?” Hye-ja asked him and Jimin just shrugged as he cut into his steak. 

“Just been in the studio and here at home,” he replied. “Nothing amazing or interesting.”

“Songs coming together ok?”

“Yeah, I think so,” he nodded. “Hopefully, I’ll have the barebones of an album soon.”

“Good,” Hye-ja smiled. “Well, when I was gone, I’ve been doing some thinking of my own and I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What about?”

“I know that I told you that I didn’t want kids anymore,” she began and Jimin’s head popped up at the mention of kids. “And I have to be honest about something.”

“What is it?” Jimin wondered. 

“When I said that, it was because I had been worried that you only married me to repair your image,” she admitted. “You know, the whole ‘Seoul’s Bad Boy’ thing?”

“Don’t remind me,” he chuckled lightly. “But that’s not why I asked you to marry me.”

“I think I’ve always known that deep down but I just had to be sure because a baby isn’t something to consider lightly, you know?” Hye-ja explained. “The beginning of our relationship was kind of a whirlwind and I wanted to make sure we were stable first.”

“So, why not just say that instead of telling me that you don’t want kids at all?”

“Like you would’ve reacted well to me telling you that I wasn’t sure of the validity of our relationship,” she scoffed with a smile and Jimin shrugged before smiling himself. 

“Point taken.”

“But anyways, what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry and if you still want to, I’d love to have a child with you.”

“Hye, are you serious?” He gasped.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about it first but yeah,” she confirmed with a nod. Jimin hopped up out of his seat then, making Hye-ja laugh as he stepped over to her and got down on his knees. 

“My baby is gonna be in here?” He whispered as he set his hand on her stomach. 

“Hopefully,” she giggled, setting her hand on top of hers. “So, you agree?”

“Of course I do,” he nodded before leaning up and kissing her firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” Hye-ja replied. “But I do have one quick question.”

“Anything.”

“Where’s your wedding ring?” Hye-ja questioned and Jimin was truly speechless, his eyes widening when he realized that his left hand was the one that was placed on Hye-ja’s abdomen. 

Fuck.

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[lemony-7]

~MY HERO ACADEMIA FIC RECS PART 2~

appassionato (for a halcyon winter) by bonnia (oneshot // 29k)

“That boy…” His mother gives him a tired smile. “The music he plays is incredibly sad, isn’t it?” Shouto blinks, because Bakugou’s music has never made him feel anything but an inexplicable feeling of freedom. But that’s the beauty of it, he supposes — that the meaning of music lies in the ears of its beholder. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “But I think it’s beautiful.” (or: todoroki shouto is a pianist who had sworn never to play the piano again, and bakugou katsuki is the unpredictable maelstrom of a violinist who turns his monotonous world upside down)

TW: Vague descriptions of terminal illnesses and child abuse.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

TODOBAKU, AU: No Quirks, Todoroki Shouto-centric

The FEELS. Oh shit, they hit me like a truck. I cried while watching Your Lie In April and I cried while reading this. I am in love with this fic and the idea of musicians!todobaku occupies my brain 24/7.

2. Alcohol Speaks Louder Than Words by CelticMoone (incomplete // currently at 6k)

“I don’t think so,” his dad said, wiping his chin with the back of his palm to rid himself of the dribble of wine that fell from his lips. “And why the hell not? You feeling threatened?” Katsuki challenged. Hitoshi was sure he was delirious at this point. There was no way in hell he was sitting in his father’s home, listening to Katsuki drunkenly argue for his hand in marriage. That just didn’t compute. Damn, he’d really have to apologize to Denki for all the times he’d teased him for frying his brain. Hitoshi now knew exactly what it felt like and, man, oh man, was it literal torture. “I shouldn’t be the one afraid of threats, Bakugo. If you so much as lay an unholy finger on my son I will make sure your life is a living hell.” His father’s words were chilling. His face sported a less than comforting grin, hands folded neatly under his chin. OR Katsuki and Hitoshi get married whilst drunk, much to Aizawa's chagrin. Come join my brainrot in attempts to see how this will play out :)

No TWs Apply.

Genre: Fluff & Smut

SHINBAKU, Drunken Confessions, Getting Together

Adorable. These idiots are whipped for each other and Aizawa Suffers because of it lol.

3. To Watch You Fall (is a beautiful thing) by ChaoticHeart (complete // 62k, 10 chapters)

Aizawa has witnessed many relationships bloom over the course of his years teaching at U.A. In the end, whether these relationships last or not doesn’t matter to him. He has never been invested in the romantic endeavors of his students, and it’s easier to view their relationships with a sense of detachment, knowing that many of them will inevitably crash and burn. They’re all so young- they’ll get it right eventually, he would say to himself. But this… this is Hitoshi they’re talking about, and suddenly, like a switch being thrown, Aizawa finds himself caring all too much about the personal lives of his students. He never thought he’d be in a position to watch his adopted son slowly fall in love (with Class 1-A’s resident gremlin, of all people), yet here he is.

TW: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

Genre: Fluff, Romance

SHINBAKU, minor/background ERASERMIC, Outsider POV

This was such a satisfying ride. Although it is outsider POV (Aizawa's), it all feels very clear. I love how EraserMic are polar opposites lol. The fic came together beautifully and I loved the slow descent of how Shinsou and Bakugou got together (though maybe Aizawa was getting a bit impatient-).

4. allow me the pleasure of loving you by pyrrhicwildfire (series of oneshots // total 15k // complete)

TODOBAKU, Fluff and Romance

My babies are adorable as hell and their shenanigans? Amusing as well.

5. Motivation to a Realization by NeonBlackRoseRevived (oneshot // 5k)

It's common for first years in the Heroics course at U.A to write a mandatory essay on how and why they would become a villain. No, this is not some attempt and making sure there are no traitors, and no this is not done to discriminate between quirks. This essay is used to get future heroes thinking about what-if's that could make or break them. This is for future heroes to know what to do, what to expect if one ever deflects or something else happens to make them become villains. Bakugou doesn't want to write this stupid essay, but like hell, he's going to get himself kicked out of the Heroics course for not completing it.

TW: Implied Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Implied Sexual Assault, Molestation, Kidnapping, Implied Human Trafficking, Implied Panic Attacks

Genre: Angst, Hurt

GEN, Bakugou Katsuki-centric

Hoo, boy. That's a heavy list. In all fairness though, it's not very graphic but I have to say this fic mentions some awful events. Not everyone's cup of tea but it summed up Bakugou's character very well. The writing was top-notch as well.

#mha #bnha #fic recs #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #shinsou hitoshi #shinbaku #todobaku #bakugou katsuki-centric #shinsou hitoshi-centric #todoroki shouto-centric #bakushin #bakutodo #angst #fluff

[ouatsqincorrect]

I’m intrigued to hear your thoughts/headcanons on Regina and Leopold’s “marriage” and what exactly it was like for everyone involved eg. Snow, Cora, Henry Sr, ofc Regina and etc. I went way too deep into a thought-spiral myself about it and the more I dwell on it, the more pain I feel for Regina. Given the tiny heartbreaking pieces of insight we’re given about her life as Leopold’s wife in flashbacks, just imagine the crap she had to go through that we didn’t even get to see onscreen.

honestly, i think if ouat hadn’t been a “family show,” regina’s story would’ve been even more depressing because yeah, there is so much we just didn’t get to see but was hinted at and i—

give this poor woman a break. anyway.

one thing that always really bothered me about snow is that it seems like no one ever sat her down and told her that her father was regina’s abuser, so she brings him up when she shouldn’t (like the idea that she was going to name baby neal “leopold.” i mean. can you imagine the amount of shit that would’ve brought up for regina.)

which is why, in my mind, snow and regina actually do sit and down and have that conversation at some point

archie’s the one who suggests it when snow mentions leopold and it causes regina to go into a full blown panic attack. she tells him about this in a session and he tells her the only way she’s going to be able to stop this is by letting snow know that it makes her uncomfortable

which regina really doesn’t like. she’s never had any intention of telling snow the truth about all of that. and honeslty, i think this has always been the case, even when she was the evil queen

she’d rather snow live in a blissful world were her father was actually a good guy, then be the one to tell her that no, he was actually a really, really shitty human being

maybe because regina knows what it’s like to have a parent who lets you down

and when she has to have that conversation with snow, she’s terrified. she has herself convinced that she’s going to lose everyone (snow, emma, henry, etc.) because of it

but emma assures her that it won’t happen like that because this is snow white we’re talking about and despite being given many chances to walk out regina’s life for good, she never has

snow is upset, to say the least, when she finds out but it’s not for the reasons regina thinks. i mean, yes, she’s hurt to find out her father was a piece of shit but she’s more hurt to find out regina had to go through what she did, and to find out that maybe daniel wasn’t the whole reason as to why the evil queen wanted to kill her for so long

ultimately, she tells regina simply “you’re my family now. not him.” and that’s that. snow may be an idiot at times but she does care for those she loves fiercely and regina is one of those people

(which by the way, quick side note, david has always had a bit more of an understanding as to who snow’s father really was. he can read between the lines and he actually noticed all the times regina would flinch when snow mentioned her father’s name. he’s actually grateful when snow and regina finally talk about it, because it’s always been an elephant in the room)

regina knows cora is the reason she was forced to be in that marriage, and yeah, she’s found ways to forgive her but that relationship will always be tainted because of it. it makes things like mother’s day and cora’s birthday all that much harder for regina

she can also admit that her father didn’t help things. henry sr loved her immensely, but he was also a coward who stood by and let regina get abused by multiple different people (cora, leopold, rumple). he even admitted to this in the underworld, at least in terms of cora

but regina forgives him easily because even though he never tried to stop it, he was also the only person who held her and was there for her after the king would do what he wanted to her

at the end of the day, this is something regina tried really hard to just forget. but it does come back and hit her hard and that’s why conversations, like the one she has with snow, have to happen

there are a few days out of the year that really bring back those feelings in full swing (the anniversary of her wedding night, etc.) and her family is aware of when these days are and how to help regina handle them

usually it involves her and emma staying home from work, watching shitty movies david and zelena suggest, and eating a casserole snow made (the one thing snow makes that regina doesn’t complain about—actually she loves it)

also, regina isn’t fragile. she’s not broken. but she is trying to heal and when there aren’t villains to fight every single day, there’s more time for her to think over those things from her past

and it’s a real fucking journey

#regina mills #once upon a time #ouat #headcanons #tw abuse #tw rape

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Sengoku - Kicho

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect grammatical errors.

The next morning一

Kicho: “This is...”

His eyes twinkled as he looked at the array of foods on the table.

Kicho: “I heard we were having breakfast in your room today, but I didn’t expect it to be so luxurious.”

Mai: “You always prepare the food for me, so this is my way of returning the favor.”

Kicho: “All I do is lay out the food that’s been prepared and set the scene, but you made all these foods yourself.”

Mai: “Yes, I did. I thought it’d make you happy.”

(I did this because I’ve heard people say that if you win his heart through food, he will be more open to the idea of marriage.)

Mai: “Do you like it?”

He smiled softly and hugged me.

Kicho: “I can’t express how happy I am. Thank you, Mai.”

(Thank God, he’s so happy! I’ll do this every day from now on.)

Inwardly thrilled with the success of my plan, he suddenly lifted my chin and...

Mai: “Nn...”

He gently pecked me on the lips.

Kicho: “I appreciate the gesture, but don’t even try to do it every day.”

Mai: “What? Why?”

Kicho: “It’s too much of a burden. You got up very early this morning, right?”

Kicho: “I appreciate the sentiment, but remember, I want you to stay healthy.”

Kicho: “Just having you around and smiling is already enough to fill my heart.”

Mai: “Kicho...”

He spoke to me earnestly with his eyes, warming my heart.

Mai: "I understand. But is it okay if I do it once in a while?"

Mai: "I want to do something that will make you happy."

Kicho: "Sure. As long as it's not too much, I'm more than happy."

After that, he insisted he’d at least help with the cleanup.

The next morning, he also served me breakfast, and I got quickly rewarded with double the happiness.

The next day一

Mai: “Welcome back, Kicho!”

Mai: “Do you want to have dinner? Or do you want to take a bath? Which do you want first?”

I asked with a smile as I welcomed him home from work.

(The best representation of a happy couple is to greet them and say these lines.)

(However, I can’t really say, “Or me?”)

Kicho: “Thank you, Mai. You look awfully prepared. Is something wrong?”

Kicho: “Like I said the other day, you don’t have to do this much for me.”

Mai: “I’m not forcing myself. I’m doing it because I want to.”

Mai: “We didn’t have time to eat breakfast together this morning, so I wanted to at least help out after work.”

I felt a little embarrassed to express my feelings honestly, but I boldly put them into words, hoping I could make him smile.

Kicho: “I see.”

After a short reply, he narrowed his piercing eyes and一

Mai: “Ahh...mnnn...”

He took my lips and hugged me tightly.

The kiss, which at first was only a touch, gradually deepened and invaded me little by little.

Mai: "Nn...ngh..."

My heart beat faster and faster as the tip of his hot tongue melted into my mouth.

With a sigh, our lips parted, and Kicho looked at me intensely.

Kicho: "You asked me which I wanted first, but I don't care about the order. Right now, I just want to love you before anything else."

His arms around my waist hugged me tightly.

(Is that...?)

His happy response, which went above and beyond my expectations, slowly heated up my heart.

Kicho: "But since you've prepared everything for me, I have no intention of neglecting it."

Kicho: "First, I'll finish my dinner and bath, then make time for you."

Kicho: "After that, I'll make love to you slowly. Will you wait for me?"

The enchanting sound pouring into my ears made my core tremble.

Mai: "Sure, I'll wait for you forever."

Kicho: "Thank you. Rest assured. It won't be long."

Mai: "Mnn..."

With a chuckle and a light kiss, he headed for the bath.

(I bet he would make a wonderful husband.)

I found myself thinking about that and then gasped.

(I'm doing my best to make him aware of our post-marriage happiness, but I feel like I'm more aware of it than he is.)

And then, every time I made a move, he would return the happiness to me.

I had already handed over the wedding dress the client had requested, and we were finally just a few days away from attending the celebration.

(What should I do? I was actually going to propose to him tonight.)

(The happiness I receive from him is much greater, so I don't think I can ask him to marry me.)

At that time一

Kicho's voice: "Mai, may I have a word?"

Mai: "Kicho?"

When I opened the door, he appeared, looking somewhat serious.

(I wonder what's going on. He usually stays in his room until I visit him.)

Kicho: "Sorry to barge in on you like this, but I have something to ask.”

Kicho: "Mai, what do you think about marriage?"

Mai: "Huh!?"

(Why is he asking me about this now? Is he aware of my plan to propose to him?)

I stumbled over my words at his question, and he looked away apologetically.

Kicho: "Sorry, forget it. I'll just trouble you if I suddenly ask you something like that."

Mai: "Ah, wait!"

I grabbed his hand as he was about to turn away and hold him back.

Mai: "Don't worry, I can answer properly. Just a little surprised."

(Because I spent time intending to tell you how I feel about this.)

Pressing my throbbing chest, I looked straight back at him.

Mai: "I think marriage is the happiest promise in the world."

Mai: "You don't just wish for the happiness of the person you love. You promise to give that happiness to them."

Maybe it can be shown without marriage, but people tend to lose sight of the more invisible things.

(That's why I want to marry him. So I won't cause him any anxiety and to make my promise to stay by his side and make him happy for the rest of his life a reality.)

I wanted to tell him that, but I couldn't say it.

(My desire to make him happy is genuine, but currently, I'm getting more happiness than he is.)

(I don't think pledging to make him happy for the rest of my life would be very convincing in this situation.)

However, he took my hand.

Kicho: "If you feel that way, I see no reason to hesitate."

Smiling softly, he pulled out a small box from his pocket.

Mai: "This is!"

Inside the box was a shiny silver ring with a pale green gemstone, somewhat reminiscent of the color of his eyes.

Kicho: "It's an engagement ring. In the future, you give it to someone when you ask them to marry you."

Kicho: "You can think of it as my promise to marry you someday."

At these words, surprise and joy instantly took over my heart.

Mai: "Why don't you have a good impression of marriage?"

Kicho: "............"

Kicho: “I think I’ve given you the wrong idea. That’s not true.”

Kicho: “I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you I wanted to take you as my wife.”

(So the reason he looked so complicated was that he wasn’t sure when to propose?)

My cheeks naturally relaxed, knowing that we were thinking the same thing.

Mai: “I humbly accept.”

Kicho: “Thank you.”

He took the ring in his hand and put it on my ring finger.

Mai: “Hehe, it’s the perfect size.”

Kicho: “Actually, I took your measurements while you were sleeping. I was hoping to give it to you as soon as possible.”

Kicho: “Now that I think about it, I guess I was in a hurry.”

His slightly embarrassed expression made my heart squeeze.

Mai: “What should I do? Am I really allowed to be this happy?”

Kicho: “No matter what, I need you to be happy.”

Kicho: “I want my loved one to feel an overflowing happiness.”

Mai: “You’re right. Actually, I’ve been thinking the same thing. All I’ve been doing is thinking about making you happy.”

Kicho: “I see. Then...”

He smiled happily and brought his face closer to mine.

Kicho: “I will continue to convey these feelings endlessly, so you will never stop smiling adorably.”

Mai: “Mnn...”

He gently hugged me and kissed me sweetly on the lips, melting me with his slowly deepening kisses and making me fall into his arms, entranced.

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium╏Epilogue

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #ikesen jp #ikesen #ikesen translations #cybird

[tragedy-peanut-gallery]

do you have any headcanons about daeron ii's and myriah's daughter-in-laws?

Oh boy DO I!!!!! I’m gonna organize them in lil bullet point forms cause I have so many thoughts abt them!

Jena:

- Honestly I think it might be a bit weird to say but I think she was the westerosi equivalent of a goth skater girl. Like, there’s probably some old painting of her in Blackhaven as a teenager where she has dyed black streaks in her hair and way too much eyeshadow with a medieval skateboard (horse). I need this to be true in my life

- Her betrothal to Baelor I imagine was to ease up relations with the marcher lords since they probably weren’t too happy about the Dornish having a strong influence on the throne. I wouldn’t be surprised if Myriah suggested the match, and they happened to pick Jena because she was the closest to Baelor’s age

- That being said though, their match went pretty well! I mean for a while it was pretty obvious that Jena and Baelor were basically a pr relationship but over time they did come to care for each other! They didn’t really have the slow burn romance that Daeron and Myriah had but they still had some kind of affection

- She did have her kids pretty young, but not really early in the marriage because I have to believe her weird late teens goth angst was why she named her kids Valarr and Matarys of all things or it might kill me

- If I could give her a friendship with any of her sisters in laws it would probably be Aelinor? But they weren’t like friends friends, they were just able to get along pretty well because they grew up in the same region even though their interests are wayyyy different from one another

- Ngl she probably had some crazyyy beef with Dyanna. Like, those ladies could not sit next to each other at the family function cause it either ended with them fighting (mostly about who’s kids are the worst),or them ganging up to bully another noble while absolutely hammered on some of that dornish red

- Also it needs to be said, Jena was probably absolutely a stunt queen when she had to grow out of her goth phase. Like, she went to the Alyssa T school of Being a Bad Bitch because she probably went riding and sailing with her kids all the time while they were still babies. If Baelor had a dragon she’d be bullying him to take her flying literally every day and get it to shit on the roofs of people she doesn’t like. Myriah’s mentality was “Oh I’m gonna be queen so I have to be careful about what I do” while hers was “Whoah I’m gonna be queen I can do (almost) whatever the hell I want!!”

- Unfortunately tho, it’s highly likely she died with her kids during the great Spring Sickness, but to add tragedy for flavour I think she died after both her sons. Rip queen :(

Aelinor:

- Okay so figuring out the whole timeline/relation with her kinda drove me insane, but my theory for the time being is that she’s Elaena’s stepdaughter through Ronnel, which does make her technically cousins with Aerys through marriage? I think she’s still probably a few years younger than him tho

- I also kinda think Elaena’s behind this betrothal a bit tbh- I think Aelinor really liked Elaena but saw her a lot more as a mentor she aspired to be like rather than any kind of surrogate mother figure

- Personality-wise girlie’s a completeee introvert. Like, I think she wants to be social and charming and all that, but she got that social anxiety that makes it so she’s scared to talk to people and spends most of her day inside reading

- For her hobbies….. I can see her being big into reading and research but idk I also really like the idea of her being big into poems, she likes really analyzing people from a distance and writing lil blurbs about them to spend the time. She’d literally rather die than share any of her works with anyone though, even if it’s really flattering to them lol

- So, I think her social circle’s kindaaa limited to the royal family, I think her best friends would be Aerys, Alys and Shiera cause I think that’d be kinda fun (and also I think she had a bit of a thing for Alys cause….. yuh) :)

- She and Aerys probably slept together like, once on their wedding cause they were completely convinced they would only have to do it one time…. They both regretted it

- And ngl despite the Horrors™️, and the whole of house Targaryen dropping like flies I think she was a lilll glad that Aelora was heir? Not because everyone else before her died, mostly due to the fact that she really liked Aelora specifically and maybe liked to pretend she was her daughter whoops

- Anyways my fun lil tragedy for her is that she outlives pretty much everyone she loves <3 she’d still be kicking during Maekar’s reign as a sorta dowager queen but she’s not doing much with that title, I diagnose her with…… death via heart attack while trying to write her will

Alys:

- Honestly this lady reads as a complete social butterfly to me lmao. Like, really bubbly, charismatic, and likeable as a person- I think she came in as a companion for Daenerys and both Daeron and Myriah decided to set her up with Rhaegel just cause she was really kind (and being from a major house definitely didn’t hurt either)

- For hobbies I can absolutely see her as a lady that was just crazy for birds lol- and that’s an interest I could see her bonding with Daeron over! She loves hawking and keeping some pet songbirds and feeding ravens, ngl I could see her and Aelinor working on a giant bird encyclopedia together lol

- When it comes to her and Rhaegel, I don’t think it was really love at first sight? Like, I think they got along and did eventually bond after the twins were born, but they only fell in love a few years into their marriage

- Speaking of the twins though! I really don’t think she was cool with the idea of them marrying, honestly it kinda horrified her but she saw how weirdly close they became and tried to cope by justifying that they’d be better together than apart with other people cause…. Tbh how the hell else can she get over the fact that her own children are marrying when that hasn’t really been the norm for a bit-

- Oh and she was especially nottt at all happy about Daenora marrying Aerion. Since by then I can imagine she’s lost both her husband and oldest children, she would be f u r i o u s that Maekar would even allow her last daughter to marry his craziest son, even if he wasn’t the one who suggested the match in the first place

- Girlie probably didn’t stay after Aerion died, like- she was quick to pack Daenora and Maegor and haul ass back to the Vale. No she didn’t give a flying fuck that they were considering her grandson as heir, they’re living in the Eeryie forever now!

- She did miss Aelinor after she left though (clueless about Aelinor’s kinda gay feelings rip) so the two probably shared a lot of letters, but I think Alys passed not too long after being back in the Vale from….. honestly imma say slipping on a toy and cracking her head open. At least one of these gals gotta have a sorta silly death

Dyanna:

- Ngl she’s probably second to Alys in being one of the sweetest in the group, but she takes NO bullshit from anyone. As stated before, she’s ready to throw down with Jena at the drop of a hat but tries not to start too many fights

- She and Maekar married out of love. To me!!! Like, idk they don’t seem like a politically advantageous match, so in my brain Dyanna was probably the daughter of one of Myriah’s ladies in waiting and the two ended up falling in love as teens cause idkkkkkk that’s kinda cute <3

- As for hobbies: absolutely cracked at weaving. 85% of the decorations at Summerhall are her tapestries and the other 15% are crafts by other artists that she really liked. She probably weaved most of her childrens’ baby clothes herself and regularly gifts handmade crafts to her family and friends

- Idk if she really had a favourite with any of her kids, but I can kinda say for certain that she definitely had a hard time with Aerion because she felt like she needed to be overly strict with him specifically which….. probably maybe perhaps gave Aerion some mommy issues idkkkkkkkk

- I like to think she had a cat at some point too, and when it had kittens she gifted them to each of her kids but they mostly became general household cats over time (except for Egg’s cat, that was his own and it…. Found itself at the bottom of the well whoops-)

- Canonically she died first out of the gang, and the narrative implies that she died giving birth to Rhae but I’m ignoring it because one fic I read a while ago had her die from breast cancer and honestly while it’s still tragic it also makes it so Dyanna’s not reduced to “woman who died in childbirth #67” which gets some originality points from me

Idk these are all my headcanons, I hope you like them! <3

#jena dondarrion #aelinor penrose #alys arryn #dyanna dayne #asoiaf asks

[headcanonthings]

Where is the ‘didn’t know they were dating’ Dreamling fic?

There’s jokes made all the time that the centennial meetings are dates and/or the more frequent meetings after Dream’s breakout are dates but I haven’t seen someone fully explore that in a fic yet. So now y’all get to read my rambling thoughts about it (or not, I’ll put them under a Read More)

Hob and Dream have been in relationships, even mildly successful ones that have led to marriage so they’re both pretty confident that they know what it’s like to be in a relationship

EXCEPT they’re idiot when it comes to each other

so the centennial meetings really are just meetings. Hob has no idea what to expect the first time, because he thinks he might have accidentally made a pact with a devil. Once he’s assured that his Stranger is not a devil, he mostly focuses on living because that’s apparently his thing now. Sure maybe when he’s waffling on a decision he thinks about what his Stranger would do, or think, or find more impressive but that’s not weird right? because the guy is basically his patron, no other reason why Hob bases some pretty important decisions around him. To Dream they are exactly what he meant them to be. The first one is a surprise because for some reason this mortal still wants to live and maybe he’s a little annoyed for losing the bet to his sister, but he’s mostly curious now about how long this guy will want to keep living. And maybe over the centuries he becomes a little fond of him but like someone is fond of a pet because they are not friends or anything like that obviously

1889 happens because Hob honestly does think that his Stranger does just want a friend and maybe because that’s what he wants too. He’s found that one of the worst things about his immortality is the fact that he has to lose so many people that he comes to care about. He can’t stop caring about people, it’s something that makes life worth living but he has to leave so many behind either by choice or by losing them to death. Except for his Stranger who seems to be as immortal as he is, so it’s nice to have something constant and dependable. Hob’s thinking maybe they can make this into a more proper friendship but then his Stranger seems to think differently, is offended by the idea in fact, and he storms out.

Things definitely shift post imprisonment.

Dream admits that Hob is his friend which tops Hob’s list of life accomplishments. They talk for hours that first time in the New Inn. Hob talks about his life since 1889, he maybe skims a little over the missed 1989 meeting but he talks about the closing of the White Horse and how it made Hob think about after all his time in pubs maybe it was time to try his hand at owning one (it definitely had nothing to do with how he hoped one day his Stranger might come back and Hob couldn’t stand the idea that he wouldn’t have a place to go). Dream eventually gives Hob his name and answers a few of his older questions, but really only hints at his imprisonment, not yet ready to talk about it. When Hob asks if they’ll meet in 2089 or if they’re restarting the 100 years from today, Dream tentatively asks if he would be open to meeting sooner than that because he knows due to his time with his sister that he needs to make an effort to remember how good mortals and the waking world can be and he honestly can’t think of a better way to remember that than meeting with Hob.

So they start meeting more often. First every few months and then once a month and then once a week. They meet mostly at the New Inn at what becomes their table. But then Dream shows up one day when he locates Hob dreaming and finds him from where he dozed off in his office going over some grading and that first meeting out of the Inn breaks the unspoken barrier. They start meeting other places. Hob starts planning little outings for them so that he can show different things off instead of just telling Dream about them. Hob hasn’t left London much since opening the Inn but during school breaks he starts making trips so that he can show even more things to Dream and tell him even more stories of his long life. He loves it when Dream tells him stories about the people and places too, it feels likes its putting them more on an even level. Dream starts returning the favor by bringing Hob into the Dreaming proper, showing off the different parts like Fiddler’s Green, the Shores of Creation and of course the Library and the rest of the Castle.

They’ve been doing this for like a full year maybe a little more and they’ve definitely developed FEELINGS during all those meetings. Again because they are IDIOTS when it comes to each other they both just brush off the feelings as a particularly deep friendship.

It’s not until Death, or Matthew, or Rose or even Lucienne points it out, maybe asking about plans for a day that would be considered their anniversary, that one of them realizes that they’re indeed dating. Those feelings come rushing to the surface, all the quickly buried daydreams and half-formed fantasies, are sitting right there at the front of their mind during their next meeting and it honestly doesn’t take much before it’s all bubbling over and spills out in a mess of words. Surprise, surprise though the other returns those feelings! After some energetic celebrations of those feelings they laugh, or at least Hob laughs, about how they’d unwittingly been in a romantic relationship all this time.

(They decide they have two anniversaries. The date of their centennial meeting and the day they officially became lovers)

#i wrote this all in one go so hopefully it makes sense #not a quote #Headcanon #fic outline #the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #morpheus of the endless #hob gadling #the brainrot is so real #these two will not leave my head #it's been so long since i've written out actual headcanons #and I've now done three or four (depending on how you count) for them #excited to see how long it'll last

[seancekitsch]

Pleaaaase do “You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” With hughie please please!!

help i love him

It was everything you did.

The way you sharpened your knife, your deft fingers running down the length of the blade before scraping it again against the strip. You were meticulous about it, taking care, being gentle or hard based on what the blade needed, the way you would hold it up to the light or gently press it against your finger tips to test it.

Hughie had to hold his breath when you playfully licked the side of the blade before tucking it back in its sheath.

Its the way you fix your hair; your fingers pushing it off of your face dewey with sweat and stress as you sit at the desk in the corner of the boys floor of the flatiron building. You were deep in concentration, in your own world as you dug through Vought’s social media accounts from several burner accounts.

Hughie has to adjust the way he sits when you sigh deeply, your lips parted and your eyes closed serenely.

Its the way you laugh a little too loudly when you and Annie are joking about gossip that went around in Vought tower. Your smile is infectious and you practically fall onto her as you both laugh about the crush someone in accounting had on Ashley. Your happiness sounds like it could fill the room like the air itself.

Even things Hughie cannot misconstrue as sexual have his chest and his pants tightening.

Its the way you can hold your own in anything. You’re challenging him to a drinking game, one thats honestly kind of fucked up, but tame for this group. You’re pointing out random people in this dive bar for each other and trying to guess what their most fucked up porn history is. If the other person laughs, they have to drink.

“That one,” he points, as subtle as possible, to a man who’s currently bent at an awkward angle over a pretty girl sitting in one of the bar stools, more talking at her than he is to her.

“Hmmm,” you pause, your tongue darting out in concentration and gently tracing the lip of the cold beer bottle in your hand. Your eyebrows furrow in concentration, like you’re trying to read the man’s mind.

You lean in really close across the little formica table, and Hughie tries his hardest not to look down your shirt.

“I think… Christian… marriage counseling… cuck fantasy… crying…. definitely on one of those taboo sites,” you whisper, taking time to really let your words sink in.

His shoulders jerk as he tries to hide a laugh, but you catch it quickly.

“Ah! There you are, finish!” you command, and he’s downing the rest of his Lagunitas, almost white knuckling the bottle as he tilts it back.

If only he didn’t miss the way your eyes rake up and down his form, watching the way his throat swallows around the IPA.

“Alright,” he sighs, placing the bottle down, “Last round, my turn, and then I get you back home, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond, and he can’t read your tone. Somethings shifted, he can tell that much. You sit back against the wooden booth, bringing your foot up to rest on it as well as he scopes out the place. He lands on a woman, dancing off beat to the Lady Gaga song playing.

“Kink dungeon, but with like, a ton of farting,” he says, honestly out of ideas but hoping the shock of his words draws a weak laugh from your lips. Instead you roll your eyes and lean forward again, this time Hughie is a little less careful with avoiding his gaze.

“Actual last round, MY turn,” you assert, eyes scanning the bar again.

Before settling on him. You reach out, pointing at him, before your index finger lands on his hand still on his beer. It’s just your fingertip, but it might as well be a live wire the way it sent a jolt through his entire being.

“You,” she begins, a dangerous smile on your lips, “my Instagram.”

Hughie short circuits because…. you’re half right. He doesn’t look it up, but he sure does know which pictures are his favorites.

“I, um — sorry, what?” he stumbles around his words, trying to laugh it off as if that wasn’t the biggest read of the century, “I don’t know what…”

“You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are, Hughie,” you deadpan, and then you take a sip of your beer. You don’t finish it though, no. You lick a drop from the lip of the bottle again and you’re passing it to him to finish off.

“I invited you here because I was ninety percent sure how I wanted this to play out, but now I just know, y’know?”

“N-no, I don’t know, do you care to enlighten me?” Hughie grabs your bottle and downs the rest of it, anything to distract him from the intensity of your gaze or the way your finger is still resting on his hand.

“I want you to take me home, and then I want to buy you breakfast in the morning,” you say it like it’s the simplest thing in the world, but every word holds so much weight. You want him to take you home and… whatever he dreams about comes true. And you want to buy him breakfast.

“Wait— not that…” he freezes for a moment, then gets the courage to grab your hand that’s touching him, “Not that I don’t love that idea, but shouldn’t I be the one buying you a meal first?”

You laugh, and squeeze his hand, winking at him.

“I put all these drinks under your name. We’re square.”

You’re gonna be the death of him.

You really are gonna be the death of him, Hughie thinks, as you sigh at his touch, not unlike how you did at your desk earlier that day. He has you pressed against your couch, his shoes even barely off before you pulled him down on top of you. Sweet fucking friction as your thighs slot perfectly with his and your hips grind against each other. He has one hand so softly cradling your head against the plush arm rest, and the other hand is snaking it’s way up your shirt leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Hughie,” you moan between kisses, fingers tangling themselves in his curls.

“Should’ve done this a long time ago,” he muses, dipping his head to kiss your neck and punctuating the move with another roll of his hips.

“Need you,” your voice is breathy and exactly what he imagined.

“You have me.”

His voice rumbles against your neck, making you pull him impossibly closer to you, rolling your hips again against his.

Fuck, he has too many clothes on. You get to work peeling his flannel off his shoulders, and he helps you without flinching letting it come off his body.

He pulls his shirt off himself next, and you take your eyes up and down his torso.

You’ve seen him naked before, but this is different, this is all for you. He’s so handsome, so warm and familiar. The lean muscles of his biceps ripple as he moves back down against you, pushing up your shirt as far as he can and kissing any inch of skin he can reach. His lips move down, and you’re arching into him as your hips try to grind anywhere they can. He chuckles against your skin and continues kissing, only stopping at the hem of your jeans.

“Can I guess that yours is my instagram, too?” he asks, recalling the game for the final time tonight.

You roll your eyes, but the smile on your face only grows.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Campbell,” you laugh, hooking one of your legs around him to keep him against you.

“Can’t say no to that,” Hughie concurs, before diving back in to get you out of those pants.

#hughie campbell x reader #hughie campbell imagine