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roturo · 9 months

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MOONLIGHT SUNRISE

summary: You never thought your modeling career wouldn't turn the way it did, but, maybe this new world was a new opportunity to also find love?

warnings: smut, bdsm (mentions of it, but it's not implied yet.), fingering, nipple play, edging, orgasm denial, straddling, modeling au, fashionista?!gojo satoru, model!reader.

IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END.

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“I know you are awake! Open the door! It's good news!” Your best-friend, and roommate kept calling your name through the door, yesterday wasn't a great night. You failed at the mission to be part of some runaways, because 'you don't fit the concept' so what else you could expect? How could you achieve your modeling career?

You opened the door, and your best-friend sprinted towards you, pushing you so you could lay again on bed. “You’ve some job to do tonight.” She told you, grabbing her phone from her pocket, “Oh my god, it's not my time to do the laundry this week- you know-“

“You´re going to a runaway! I got you the job!”

“what??“

And she was right. You got the job! But this didn't seem like a normal runaway at all. You were waiting for the make-up artist to arrive while everyone had already changed into some 'weird' clothes, mostly black and silver, which, you suppose that's the theme... but... some of them, had quite different accessories.

Handcuffs... nipple clamps, harness.... were those pet collars?... gags...

“Oh! You're the newbie! A friend of mine talked me about you.” A man got closer to you, he called your name and you simple nodded. ¨Great! Here, take your clothes, this are some puffy handcuffs, well, because you're new, and we don’t want to hurt those pretty wrists. You can ask someone else to help you put them on, then… we have a black basic satin dress, pretty cute! I know, and a satin matching blindfold. So now go! Fiu! Show me what you got butterfly!¨

W....what? Everything happened in a flash, everything is happening in a flash. He pushed you into what you suppose it's a changing room...

You changed into your new clothes... no shoes... they were doing your makeup, nothing too much, you could see it was pretty natural. ¨Oh dear, you're the new one right? Want me to help you with those?¨ The makeup artist signaled at the shiny silver handcuff, with some puffy black bom-boms, you shyly nodded.

Without you telling them, they also got the blindfold on your head, how were you supposed to see? Man, I don't even know, and they were already telling you to do a line.

They were about 2 people in front of you, seeing by the small space between your blindfold and nose, only seeing the floor and feet. You felt someone slightly pushing you to start walking.

You were praying to god to not let you fall this time, one two three, one two three, was all in your head, toe heel, toe heel, you're doing it great!

Not realizing some blur orbs followed you along.

You thought this was over? Well, too bad for you, because now it's exhibition time so buyers can see what they are buying to play with! Isn't this amazing?

You couldn't see anything, trying your best to stay still, but you swear some woman was examining even the pores of your face. “I've never seen you here? Are you new here?”

She got closer to you, feeling her breathing on your face, she grabbed your hair, twirling it around her finger. “Aren't you cute?” She pulled her finger with your hair, a small whine leaving you. “Get on your knees.”

Her voice sounded demanding, it's like something controlled you. You got one knee down first and then the other. She left an astonished laugh, like she couldn't believe what she saw... not like you can.

“You don't even know nothing about BDSM! What are you doing here?”

You could hear her saying some bad remarks of your posture and how you 'aren't well trained' hearing some giggles at the distant.

She mildly slapped you, causing you to finally break-down, some tears spilling out of your eyes, thanks to the embarrassment, you were scared, mostly because you don't know what you got into.

When you felt you were about to get another hit, another voice came into space.

“Why don't you respect the models who are offering you the little toys you will use for your couple? Or are you jealous they look better on her than in you?” Her hand was tightly trapped by the other persons hand. “You better leave, because security already knows what you did, and they'll get you.”

You heard a huff from the lady, you flinched at the feeling of someone else untying your blindfold to be met with some beautiful blue crystal eyes, some white hair, and a black suit. He might be the handsomest man you ever seemed in your life. He caressed your cheek, tilting your head to the side, searching for any bruises. Then he smiled with no teeth. “Get up darling, it's okay.”

You haven't realized the big height difference between you two until you were completely up.

“Thank you...?”

“Satoru darling, call me Satoru.”

“I can’t fucking believe you!” Your best friend laughed when you told her about what happened, if she’s isn’t a bitch….

“I don’t know how you can laugh at what YOU did.”

“If i’m being honest with you, I knew it was a bdsm runaway, been into that shit for some years now, but I didn’t know the GOJO SATORU was going to be there and save your ass! You don’t know how lucky you are”

“What are you talking about? They humiliated me there! At least they had to pay me as good as they did, and thankfully they also gave me a bonus for the ‘misunderstanding’ And I couldn’t care less about Gojo Satoru, I don’t even know who he is.”

Your friend gave you the same bitchy face as the old lady from the exhibition… asshole. “What do you mean you don’t know Gojo Satoru? He’s like one of the best fashionista’s not only in the BDSM style but, in Europe he’s an icon!”

“So…?” You asked, looking for your phone somewhere in the sheets of your bed.

“So? He’s like your big chance for your modeling career! The next Bella Hadid!” She made a gesture with her hands like a rainbow, while making a serious face trying to imitate a model.

When you found your phone, the first thing you saw in your lock screen was a new text-message from an unknown number, which you showed to your friend and signaled her to open it.

“No fucking way.” Your best friend took your phone out of your hands, she couldn’t believe it.

And no fucking way, indeed. The Gojo Satoru was offering you to work for him, not only as model but as… his sub?

What?…

As you entered his house, because, obviously your friend ‘wouldn’t let you loose a chance like this’, she taught you a little bit of what’s BDSM and how it’s executed beforehand. Something new for you, but you couldn’t criticize people for their sexual preferences when you haven’t even tried it yet.

You sat at an incredible large table on Satoru’s house, (more like a mansion for you), waiting for him. His, what you suppose, assistant, told you to wait there and brought you a glass of water. As you were looking around, Satoru sat next to you.

“It’s a pretty house, isn’t it?” You looked at his beautiful blue eyes, loosing yourself in them, even though you could barely see them with those black round little glasses he was using.

Both of your introduced to the other, more formally, pulling a small chat between the both of you to know each other. Where you work, how old are you, likes and dislikes, you learned he used to be a modeling teacher before he started his formal career as a fashionista, he was also a model, he achieved a lot of things even when he’s really young. He’s really charismatic and funny, made you feel like you known him for your whole life.

But then… He suddenly pulled a folder from down the table and put in front of you.

“You can found the contract for your modeling career, we give you a paycheck every month about 30k, depends on what you do, obviously, if you accept being my sub, that’s the price, if you want to only be a model it would be reduced to 15k. You can also found a paper where you’ll give your consent to what kinks, toys, you would like to use. Depending of how you adapt you can quit or add one. But for now, it’s for the first 3 months, then you could change it.”

…

….

What the fuck. Everything was going great, what happened to hello? How are you? this changed really, really quickly.

Satoru laughed at your innocence, you couldn’t believe what was happening that you didn’t even realized you said it out loud.

“Of course, you don’t have to sign the sub contract now, we can try some more vainilla things, or just model.”

“Vainilla?” You tilted your face, looking at him, you couldn’t deny it, he’s a nice, very nice, looking guy, broad shoulders, long and strong legs, same as the arms, tall, and a pretty smile. You felt really flustered when he defended you from that lady the other day.

“Yeah, vainilla, normal sex, just fuck you and that. Or…are you a virgin?” You felt the blood rushing to your face, how could he talk about this things so normally?

“I had sex… one-two times….” You said, in a shy voice which was barely loud enough to hear.

He chuckled, his hand sliding to grab yours. “Wanna have a third time?”

“Huh?” Did you heard that right? Is he asking you to have sex?

“Do you want me to fuck you so you can see if you feel comfortable?” This time he said it slower, trying to see if your confused face would change into something else so he can know if you understood him.

“H-here?…”

“If you want to fuck here, then I guess that’s okay! Tables can be quite useful” He stood up from his seat, unbuttoning his jacket.

“Wait, wait wait! No!” He took off his jacket, and he laughed. “I’m not undressing myself sweetheart, I can tell how you’re feeling about all this, is something new to you, I understand it.”

“Uh…” You really wanted to try this, it’s something new, and it sparked some curiosity in you.

“We can try kissing?”

“Kissing?” He seemed confused, he thought he would need you known you for some time more, so you could get familiar with him, but as it seemed, you were interested in this new world of BDSM.

“If you’re comfortable about that, it’s good for me, maybe later I can take you for a coffee or tea, depending what you like.” He gave you a small smile with a wink, sitting again.

Without giving a second thought, you stood up from your seat, taking shy steps until you were in front of him. Something about him felt so familiar, you couldn’t understand what made you feel comfortable in his presence, it’s like this was something you’ve done plenty of time. You slowly sat on his lap, grabbing your arms around his neck, his hand sliding around your waist. And like that, you gave him a small peck on his lips. His face was the same as you, shocked, he wouldn’t think you would have the courage to this.

You could see a small shade of pink on his cheeks and ears, making you giggle and give him another peck. This was fun. His hand grabbed your waist in a more possessive way, it’s like it was meant to be there.

His other hand, grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss.

You didn’t meant to rush it, but his lips on yours felt so good that your body started unconsciously moving back and forth, you heard a small groan coming out of him and the hand that was on your head slid down to grab you by the waist too, helping you straddle him.

A small whine left your mouth when the button of his jeans touched your clothed pussy, this feeling was so hard to explain, it just felt so right.

His lips felt just as soft and heavenly as your imagination had remembered, sweet and addicting just like him.

With a sigh, you slipped your hand into his hair, tugging a bit at the soft tendrils at the back of his head.

You nearly shivered at the grunt he let out in response to the action, bucking his hips up to meet yours making you let out a hum of approval into his mouth.

Rolling your hips down onto him in response, your breath caught in your throat as he gripped your hips to guide your movements into his bulge, thrusting up off the bed to meet you as you both let out noises of satisfaction into each other’s mouths.

“How slow do you want to take this?” He asked, almost sounding pained as he panted up at you. The look in his eyes wasn’t one you were familiar with on him; wild and nearly starved.

“I… I’ve just never…”

“It’s okay darling, i’ll help you through it.”

He gets you to lay down on the table, not completely, but comfortable enough. Satoru licks and pecks every part of your body. With your arms wrapped around his neck. He kisses you slowly from your forehead, nose, lips, shoulders, collarbone , and breasts . He stopped for a while, just about your nipple. He glances up at you for a minute , he can see you were showing your vulnerable and desperate body. It wasn’t your intention, but your position and expression showed it all.

A small smirk forms on his lips before he gets under your shirt and starts to slowly suck and lick on your nipple, from time to time. The sensation makes you whimper, but he was going painfully slow with everything. You want him inside of you already and to fuck you hard.

One of his hands slid through your body until your jeans. Unbuttoning them, he inserted his hand through your panties, his fingertips brushed through your folds, coating them in your juices and you whined when you felt him rub slowly at your clit. “how long have you been like this.” his voice was so calm, a contrast to how shaky your breath was.

“When I… I started kissing you.” You gasped and he started applying more pressure to your clit.

“Poor baby.” he cooed at you. “You must be so needy.” his fingers teased at your entrance and you bucked your hips towards his hand, causing him to chuckle.

He eased one of his fingers inside you and a soft moan left your lips, your hips moving to ride his finger, his eyes intensely staring at you. “more.” you whined quietly.

“More?” he smirked and inserted another finger, feeling how your walls clenched around his digits, his hand moving to match the movements of your hips, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy and you could ear the wet sounds it did.

Your whimpers and moans started getting louder, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder over the fabric of his white shirt and he groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back into your neck, staring at you with hooded eyes as you fucked yourself on his fingers. not only his fingers felt amazing but he also looked so good in front of you and just looking at him fingering you could send you over the edge. His thumb came up to rub at your clit and your teeth sinked into your bottom lip, the feeling becoming too intense.

His fingers thrusted inside of you faster and deeper, your juices running down his hand as his thumb applied even more pressure on your clit and you were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even kiss him properly anymore, too focused on how good his fingers felt inside you.

“Cum on my fingers, baby.” He broke the kiss for a short second, encouraging you, and then went back to devouring your mouth. your fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair, pulling slightly at it causing him to groan and the feeling became too much to hold it in anymore, he suddenly stopped. A familiar ring coming through your phone. He chuckled at your face. Dry tears covered your face, hickeys all around your neck, and you were slowly moving your hips to gain the friction back.

You left a small whine at the loss of his fingers inside of you, he inserted them on his mouth, moaning at the taste. He then grabbed your phone and gave it to you.

“That’s only a preview of what you could get if you accept my offer” And with that, he just winked and left.

A/N: This was really rushed tbh, i thought of turning this into a series, but recently i've been feeling pretty bad with my english, mostly because i think i'm not good enough at writing, or expressing the story the way i would've wanted to be. I have plently of cool ideas, but i can't do them since i feel like they won't be good enough. And that's how i've been feeling about my writings recently, i think they're REALLY bad. So i might take a break, idk, maybe keep trying, or just quit. I'm still thinking about it. So i hope you enjoyed this one :)

#gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader smut

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fanficriter · 9 months

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can u do kaidou shun dating hcs!?!?!?

UM YES I LOVE HIM????

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Dating Kaidou Shun

Warnings - None

Characters - Kaidou Shun

Gender neutral reader

Notes - Sorry this is a bit short, I’m a bit sick atm

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- If you dress in Emo/Gothic clothes, expect him to fall for you like 10 times faster

- When he finally asked you out, he slide you one of those notes with the little yes or no checkboxes down the bottom

- He is definitely scared if the dark, he won’t admit it

- “The Jet Black Wings is scared of nothing! C-could you turn the light back on though?”

- He loves it when you play along with his little fantasies, it makes him feel loved

- LOVES physical affection!! But he does get very shy, especially when it’s in public

- Very shy when it comes to kisses. He will give you a peck on the lips and run away blushing

- If you surprise him with a kiss, he kinda just stands there for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened

- He is a clingy little shit tbh

- Loves cuddling with you sm

- He also love quality time, he’s inviting you everywhere everyday at all times

- Study sessions together always 🙏🙏

- If his mum likes you, expect home cooked meals every time you come over

- Literally is a shaking, nervous ball when meeting your parents

- “I promise to take care of them! I-indubitably!!”

- Your parents love him

- I feel like he really good with kids, so if you have younger siblings, they absolutely adore him

- Every time he comes over they will run up and hug him

- You feel like they love him more than you atp

- Has a huge hero complex, so he will protect you from all the bullies! But your usually the one whose protecting him…

- When his classmates make fun of him for talking about Dark Reunion, your always there to comfort him

- He doesn’t know how to swim, so you teach him. He tries to act tough though the whole thing

- “If I released my full power in the water… i’d course a tsunam- Y/N HELP IM DROWNING”

- For your birthday he always has a homemade present and a 10 page essay for a card

- He was definitely a night core kid

- Angel with a shotgun is HIS JAM (me to)

- He uses emoticon while texting

- “Hey angel! ^_^ Do u want to go get ramen with me tmrw? o(｀ω´ )o”

- Can also speak irl with them??? He just does it and no one says anything about it

- Your name is his phone is definitely something like ‘My Fallen angel’ or ‘My Queen/King of Darkness’

- Is oddly good at singing?

- Every time he’s in the shower you hear him having his own little concerts

- He’s insanely talented at eyeliner

- Will sit in your lap and do yours if you let him

- MATCHING HALLOWEEN COSTUMES ARE A MUST!!!

- This could very from being bacon and eggs, to being undead lovers, he doesn’t care! As long as he gets to look cute with you, he’s up for anything!

- He’s always talking about you to his friends

- “Me and Y/n went to the movie theatre yesterday!!”

- “Check you this cool ring Y/n got for me!

- “Did you see Y/n’s outfit today?”

- Your his first real partner, and he loves you a lot. You guys are always looking after each other!

- Also he’s a twilight fanboy so you have a twilight wedding 🙏🙏

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I love Kaidou Shun goodnight tumblr (´-ω-`)

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izoom02 · 3 months

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“My cold class president”

Pairing: Class President! Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slightly angst

Summary: You have a crush on your class president, Wonwoo, you are trying to get close with him, however.. he keeps giving you cold shoulder, what will happen if he became jealous because you interacted with another boy? (his rival A.K.A Mingyu)

Warning: Some curse words

Notes: Hi guyss! Sorry for being inactivee, I was planning to post yesterday but my tumblr is bugging for some reason, sorry if this one is short, I dont know why my drafts was deleted, hope you all njoy his one!

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YOUR POV:

The bell rang, I was packing my things before leaving the classroom, I went outside but was stopped by Mingyu, he offered to go eat somewhere and of course I agreed since he was nothing but sweet to me. Then I felt my phone vibrated and saw Wonwoo’s message.

Eh? I mean what did I expect.. They are always together, I sometimes overthink that they might be in a relationship already but he comfirmed that he doesnt want to be in a relationship since he thinks it’s a distraction from his studies.

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Me and Mingyu walked together outside and noticed I was a bit down,

“You okay? You look sad..” he said, “Im okay! I mean you know that I have a thing on Wonwoo, I feel like no matter what I do.. it wont be enough for him”, he was shocked by my words then patted my back, “Don’t say that! You are the most wonderful girl I have ever met! If he can’t see that then he is blind” he said, I smiled ay his words but I’ll try my best to pursue him. “Come, lets eat over there! I heard their ramen taste good” he said.

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WONWOO’S POV

I saw their tweet, I thought she didn’t want to join me because i’m always cold to her but it looks like they are really going together… Jennie was beside me ranting and just talking about random stuff, I didn’t really listened because of the this feelings, why does it kind of hurt when they are together.. I saw a cat just sitting, it has (e/c) eyes and (h/c) fur, it reminded of Y/N.. I went over their and pet it, I didn’t care if Jennie was calling my name.

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YOUR POV:

I saw Jennie’s twit, I’m jealous I admit but its not like they are together though, I just hope Wonwoo would give me a chance.. Starting tomorrow I’ll try to get close with him!

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If you guys wanna be on my taglist, please tell me!! And also, I hope you like this one , im sorry for any error or cringy part

#kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop x you #seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen oneshot #seventeen x you #wonwoo #wonwoo x you

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jeonaachu · 3 months

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Campsite || MYG

Genre: Married couple, fluff, workplace romance

Pairing: Min Yoongi × Fem. OC

Word count: 1.6k+

Summary: Seol is angry at her workaholic husband because he forgot a cozy date night.

A/n: This is my first time writing on Tumblr and I'm still trying to make sense of things so I really don't know what to expect 😭

"Okay, everyone! It's time to partner up!” The loud voice of the department head, Ms.Song attracts the attention of all the employees sitting around the huge bonfire.

“Partner?” Someone questions from behind.

Ms. Song adjusts her glasses and looks at the person, clearing her throat. “We don’t have many tents so two people will have to share one.” Once the announcement was done, most of the people pair up with either their significant others or best friends and start pitching their tents, leaving Seol, Yoongi, Ms. Song and a few others still sitting around the fire.

Seol looks over at Yoongi and he looks over at her before she looks away.

Sigh.

“What’s with you two? Go pitch your tent.” Ms. Song comments, using her finger to gesture between both of them after witnessing all the cold gazes Seol had looked at Yoongi with this entire trip.

A huff leaves her mouth, arms folded across her chest. “I don’t want to share a tent with him,” She gives Yoongi a sharp glare causing the male to let out an inaudible, defeated breath.

On Ms. Song’s curious question about what had happened, Yoongi shakes his head, his shoulders drooping down as he does so. His eyes run back to her figure, just across him, only to find her still being sulky over what happened yesterday. “Seol arranged a date for us yesterday but I forgot and stayed till late at work and now, as you can see, she’s angry.” He summarizes the events that happened last night.

The lady clicks her tongue and facepalms herself, "Well, she's right in this then. I have told you many times to not stay till late at the company." She gets up from her seat to get herself some water. "This is why I didn't get married," her tone and words make others laugh while Yoongi just lowers his head.

He knows he's messed up.

After a few more minutes, when neither of them make any move, the department head clears her throat. "Okay, if you both don't want to share a tent then Yura pair up with Yoongi and go prepare your tent," her words make the said girl to spring up excitedly from her seat and Seol to spring up aggressively.

She's undoubtedly the possessive kind and definitely knows about the itty bitty crush Yura has over her husband.

"No, I'll share the tent with him," She says firmly before grabbing her husband's hand and taking him along with her.

There's complete silence for the next ten minutes, he didn't say anything and neither did she while both of them set up the tent together to spend the night. Yoongi, of course, didn't let her do much of the work.

"About yesterday-" His apologetic voice hits her eardrums and she instantly turns to face him.

She shakes her head slightly, "I don't want to talk about it."

With that she walks away from there. Her feet coming to a stop only when they reached the lake beside which the department team was camping.

She never liked arguing and not being on speaking terms with her husband but lately, he was barely giving her any time as if his work was his wife instead of her. He works in the same department as hers and yet managed to keep her out of his daily schedule these days.

It was frustrating.

Even more so when Seol had planned an indoor date just because he loves staying home rather than going out, cooked his favorite food even though she doesn't know how to cook very well and instead of getting appreciated for her efforts, she had to stay up till one in the morning until you got too tired and went to sleep.

This was a first.

In their six years of being together, he had never done that. She was ready to let it slide but at the same time she was enjoying the attention Yoongi was giving her to make her forgive his blunder.

Standing by the lake, she felt all her anger and sadness leave her body. The lake water glittering because of the bright moonlight falling on it really seemed to calm her mind. She takes in a deep breath, quite amazed by the refreshing fragrance of the trees and flowers around the entire campsite and allows herself to focus on the sound of the rustling leaves, crackling bonfire and several nocturnal insects hiding in the bushes.

A cold gust of wind makes her shiver slightly. As the night grew more, the temperature seemed to be getting lower too. Seol was busy covering her bare arms with her palms when a bowl of ramen came into view, right in front of her. Her gaze follows the hand that was holding it and comes to a pause only when she locks eyes with her husband.

"I sneaked in a couple of these in my bag," Bribing her with food has always been an efficient strategy for Yoongi ever since they both started seeing each other, the past six years to be exact.

She looks at the delicious noodles that were inviting her to devour them and then back at Yoongi who wanted her to devour them. In the fight between her ego and hunger, hunger won and she accepts the ramen he had prepared.

His strategy definitely worked every time.

It wasn't difficult for her to notice the little smile dancing on his soft lips. "Don't think you're forgiven," She fills her mouth with the delicious noodles while sitting on the mat Yoongi had laid by the lake.

Yoongi takes a seat beside his wife and watches as she takes another mouthful bite. "I'm really sorry about yesterday. I really didn't want to forget about it but it just slipped out of my mind," his words are followed by a weary sigh indicating he didn't want this matter to stretch more.

"Honestly, I'm not upset because you forgot about the date, I'm angry because I planned a surprise for you." Her lips form a pout.

He furrows his brows, "A surprise? What surprise?"

"Guess it yourself." With that, she focuses on her noodles and he focuses on thinking about whatever surprise Seol might have prepared for him.

A couple minutes passed without any words from Yoongi. If it wasn't for him biting his nails, deep in thought, she'd have thought he's asleep.

"You bought new lingerie?" She chokes on her noodles when these words leave his mouth.

An expression that screamed "done" alongwith a scowl his way and he understood he was wrong. "Okay, it's not that." There's a small pause before another guess. "You bought couple accessories?"

"No, but I actually want to."

"A new car?"

"No."

"A guitar?"

"You already have many."

"Couple hoodies?"

"Nooooo."

"House?"

"Come on, Yoongi. Don't be ridiculous." Seol sighs, a little pissed at her husband's cluelessness.

Another stretch of silence follows her words, coming to an end only when Yoongi speaks again.

"You got a new tattoo?"

She shakes her head as a 'no'. If she was being honest, she didn't even want to respond now.

"You got promoted?"

Another no.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes."

Yoongi nods, not giving much attention to what he asked and what she replied. "So, you're pregnant." He hums before stopping and looking at her with wide eyes, his brain finally processing what just happened. "Wait- You're pregnant?? Like, for real??"

She laughs at his big eyes and slightly parted lips, "No, I'm definitely pranking you." Her reply was sarcastic but she was quick to notice his unamazed expression at her reply. "Okay, yes. I'm pregnant."

It felt like he just froze for a minute.

No movements,

No sounds,

He didn't even blink his eyes.

"So I'm going to be a dad?" A smile finally stretches across his face, followed by a couple happy tears which she wouldn't have noticed if it wasn't for the moonlight.

Seol nods her head without wasting a second. "Yes, you are. I got to know about it yesterday too." She blinks her eyes a couple times to avoid tearing up.

It was such a big news, a good news, that it overwhelmed the both of them.

Out of nowhere, Yoongi hesitantly wraps his arms around her and puts his forehead on her shoulder. It's been six years of them being together but he still was shy to initiate skinship. "I'm really so sorry for yesterday. I know I have said this multiple times since then but I ruined such a big day for you, for us. I'm so stupid." He lets out in a low voice, still hugging her.

She smiles slightly to herself, putting her own arms around him. "It's fine, it's fine. You realized your mistake, that's more than enough." She pats his back and places a soft kiss on his head.

The couple stays like that for a couple minutes, not saying anything, just being there in each other's embrace, Yoongi still having his head on her shoulder.

"Thank you for this surprise, really." He kisses her shoulder before lifting his head to meet her eyes.

Seol chuckles softly at his statement. "Well, half the credit goes to you, too." She leans forward, maintaining eye contact with him.

Her husband snickers,"Oh yes, how can I forget the hard work!" His words being followed by a smirk.

A groan leaves her mouth, shivers of cringe flowing across her body as she punches the male on his chest for his cheeky statement. "YOONGI!" She hides her face behind her palms while he laughs heartily at his wife's flustered state.

All while the lake, stars, the moon and their colleagues witness the moment, without them both knowing.

"I told you these two won't go a day without talking." A series of silent laughs follows Ms. Song’s statement while everyone makes their way back to their tents, leaving Seol and Yoongi to enjoy their time alone.

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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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Heyoo! how are ya doing? Im unsure if you take requests because i can't navigate tumblr to save my life, but, if you do, could i ask for some Ghost bc x reader birthday comfort fic? like,,, hurt to comfort? yesterday was my birthday and i had a rlly bad day, like, boss screaming at me, ppl forgetting abt it, etc. Can be with anyone, the ghouls, papas, whichever flows better :) Gn reader if possible. If not thats ok! Hope you had a good day!

Hi! Listen, I'm not taking requests anymore BUT I had a draft laying around that could work with this, so I made some changes here and there. It's not perfect, but I hope you like it.

I know your birthday was some days ago, so happy (really) late birthday! ♥ I'm sorry to hear you had a hard time. Here is my gift to you.

Papa Emeritus II x g/n reader. Birthday fluff!

Summary: Secondo is a soft man at heart, with a secret talent he puts to good use for your birthday.

Tags: Rated T, kinda fatherly Secondo, fluff, platonic relationships.

A/N: Look at Papa doing his silly little dance!

“What’s that?”

Papa’s hand hangs in front of your eyes, a big white ceramic plate resting on it. “Torta paradiso,” he replies, delicately swaying the place to one side and then the other. “All'arancia”.

Alright. That you can see and smell. The delicate yet strong fragrance of the orange permeates the air, making your mouth salivate. The cake looks simple, barely decorated with a bit of powdered sugar and orange zest on the top.

However, you don’t understand why Secondo is placing it right in front of your face, making it serpent like it’s tempting you to sin. “I can see that,” you continue, sitting straight on the couch. The heavy blankets fall around your waist and the cold air hits your skin, sending shivers down your arms and legs. “Where did you get it?”

“I made it myself.”

Oh.

That’s… something you didn’t see coming. A man like Secondo, who always looks angry and intimidating, doesn’t seem to be the type to spend any time in the kitchen baking something as delicate as a cake. Even more, he not only made it, but now he’s proudly displaying it to you.

“I didn’t know you could bake.”

“Can’t an old man have a hobby?”

Tripping over your words, you hurry to reassure him that it wasn’t your intention to question him. Secondo only laughs, a bitter but somehow calm sound that fills the air with warmth. He takes a sit next to you, motioning to move away the blankets. The ceramic plate is placed on the little coffee table.

For a few seconds, Secondo stares at the TV. There’s an old movie there, a cartoon you used to watch when you were years and years younger. This movie always brought comfort to you, awakening memories of hot beverages and butter cookies, of old friends and cozy socks.

Life used to be simpler before. Then, shit happened. Shit always happens, but it hits harder on days like these.

On your birthday.

No one remembered it. This day was just another day, only heavier on the heart. Maybe it’s all your fault. You are fool, as you have constantly been. Year after year, you hope for things to be different, better somehow.

A certain type of sadness fills your body and soul on your birthday. A sadness that walks behind, hugging your back and whispering heavy words in your ears.

No one cared.

No one celebrated it.

No one.

To your left, Secondo sighs. The sound halts the tears that were beginning to form on your eyes. In a swift movement, you hurry to clean any remnant of it, hoping he doesn’t notice it.

If he does, Papa says nothing. He merely reaches out to the plate, cutting a slice of cake before carefully placing it on a napkin. His gloved hand extends in your direction, leaving no place to deny him. You take it.

His gaze is intense and expectant, full of an emotion you can’t quite discern when you take the first bite. Is he nervous? Is he anxious? He’s looking right into your soul, analyzing every little twitch of your eyebrows and searching for any reaction.

The sweet and fresh taste of the cake fills your mouth. The texture is soft, airy and delicate, and the taste of orange and vanilla is comforting. You nod, a smile on your lips. “This is so good!”

“I’m happy to hear that,” he says, letting himself fall on the couch. For another long moment, he stays in silence. His eyes absentmindedly look into the TV, before closing as he exhales. “Happy birthday, kid.”

“You remembered it?”

“Isn’t it a Papa’s duty to remember this stuff?”

Right. A duty. It’s foolish to think a busy man like Papa Emeritus II went out of his way to do something for your birthday, out of the kindness of his heart.

Maybe it’s the way your gaze obscures, or the heavy lump on your weary shoulders, but he hurries to continue. “I mean, I care about every Sibling. I know most of us don’t fit outside this Ministry, but we are a family here. If we have nothing else, at least we have each other.”

The strange softness in his eyes makes you swallow dry. Papa is a stern man, someone who mostly keeps to himself when he’s not surrounded by women. And yet, there’s something deep inside his pupils, a dark veil of emotions that tells you he understands.

Papa is a sad, sensitive and lonely man at heart. “Do you really like it?” he questions, after a beat. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make this or a torta caprese.”

“I liked it,” you repeat. Papa smiles, reaching out to wipe a bit of powered sugar from the corner of your mouth.

“So, what are we watching?”

Excitement filling your voice, you explain. Papa listens, nodding a few times in an effort to encourage you to keep talking. When the movie continues, his eyes remain on the screen for a few minutes before you detect the faint sound of his snores.

Oh, well. Papa is also an exhausted, old man. Leaning closer to his body, you wrap the corner of the blanket around him. Head on his shoulder, you take a deep breath and close your eyes too.

#ghost band #ghost band fanfic #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #my writing #my fics #ask box

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bakerstreethound · 2 years

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Bleeding Out

Relationship: Stephen Strange x fem!reader

Warnings: angst but sorta ends in fluff (:

Summary: You come to realize your neglect of your relationship with Stephen Strange after he makes you aware. Needless to say, you feel awful and hope to resolve this small rift between you two.

Word Count: 742

A/N: It's been a very long time since I've written anything Stephen Strange related, but a situation came up a couple months ago and he seemed like the right character to help me through. I hope you guys enjoy it and thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll reformat it, add the keep reading line, etc. once I get back to my desktop Tumblr, since I'll be away a few days. Lastly, the fic title and song inspiration come from Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons

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“You’re still here with me?”

“I was always here, I never left.”

The pain inside your chest swells only growing, stretching, aching in agony. You shouldn’t have let it get this far, and yet your world was crumbling down within paragraphs of words. Bottled emotions pounded through your bloodstream, threatening to tear you apart by the minute, and oh, you let them. It is the least of what you truly deserve after this entanglement. Your sorry pitiful attempts to show any semblance of caring now rip a hole inside you, awakening the storm, embracing the turmoil you relentlessly try to paddle through with no ending in sight. It is what you deserve after all. You deserve to fall into cardiac arrest and not be revived. It’s what got you into the situation in the first place.

You’d abandoned him, like you had yesterday’s project, though he should have told you right when the problem started, not six to eight weeks after it began seeping through, reaching the breaking point in this relationship, whatever you want to call it you are part of. You don’t understand why it had to happen this way.

His hands tremble as he looks into your eyes, which you hope isn’t the last time. You watch his Adam's apple bobble forcing down whatever feelings of remorse he has towards this tumultuous breaking point. He steps closer still, his comfort aching, begging to draw you closer as the Cloak of Levitation brushes against you, sensing your own sorrow and wanting to take your pain from you.

“You have to understand…I did it to protect us, to protect you.”

“Then why did you wait so long, Stephen? It hurts worse now than it would have if you only spoke sooner,” you spit each word out, on the precipice of rage, the unfamiliar fire inside you consuming your heart, possibly your soul. Why did you even bother with this, with him? He’d told you about his journey to Karmar-Taj, sparing some details and still trusting you with it. For all you know, you are his friend, occasional lovers after that one long stint. The pulsating in your head grows by the moment, the pressure unrelenting, you let loose a silent scream.

Yes, of course, you left him a few months ago, your work and lessons at Karmar-Taj filling up your schedule, while he was off saving the world from who knows what. You never expected him to be this vulnerable, so concerned for the status of your friendship, the abandonment too. You wonder if Christine has anything to do with contributing to his sort of behavior this way. Surely not, but part of you hopes it does. Thinking about anything else to relieve yourself of this torment would be beneficial, but truthfully, you’re just as lonely as him.

You hated all those nights coming home to an empty bed. Stephen hated waking up without someone in his arms, to help ease his burdens and be there for him. That’s what you were, what you’d slowly become to him. His rock, someone he could trust but you’d somehow slowly begun slipping away and he didn’t know what to do. Now here you were in front of him, his beacon and he braces himself for the light he knows is slipping away. He’s not expecting you gently cupping his face in your hands, brushing away those loose strands of hair that always tickle his forehead.

“I’m sorry, Stephen.” Your voice is soft, his heartbeat almost drowning out your words. He swallows, eyes meeting yours, his hands shaking for a moment before they rest carefully, almost unsure on your hips.

“We have a lot to figure out,” he manages to say, the Cloak drawing you closer to him. “But we need to work through this together, figure it out. I don’t know if I can come home to an empty bed much longer.”

The solemn confession makes your eyes watery and you draw him closer, pecking his cheek. “I don’t think I can either, but you’re worth it in the end, Stephen even though we’re both assholes with inflated egos.”

The broken laugh that parts from his lips sends electricity fluttering through you, making you feel a semblance of peace, a bit more freer and alive. You’d both overcome many things in your lives, but fighting for each other, choosing to fight for each other was something you were willing to do for eternity.

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@bakerstreethound @disneymarina @lilythemadqueen @starks-hero @frostandflamesfanfic

@sobeautifullyobsessed @ironstrange1991 @lucywrites02 I hope y'all don't mind that I tagged you. I've admired your Stephen works from afar 🙈

#dr strange x reader #doctor stephen strange #dr strange fanfiction #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x you #stephen strange #doctor strange

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aoicheri · 2 years

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Different - Dong Sicheng

Pairing: Dong Sicheng (Winwin) x gender neutral!reader.

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of food, mental struggles, and injury, but all hypothetically.

Word count: 0.8k.

Requested?: No.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, I did not steal my own work.

Please reblog my fics. Tumblr is based on a system of reblogs and pushes my work out astronomically more when you do.

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From the moment Sicheng had met you, you were different.

Or rather, he was different.

Sicheng was never an affectionate person, but you had become an exception as soon as you started getting close. As Taeil has mentioned before, he doesn’t give people attention or pay too much mind to them, even if they’re close to him, but with you? He was always right by your side for anything you needed. A shoulder for you to cry on or an ear to rant to? He was there with tissues, snacks, blankets, and everything else he thought might help. You’re cold? His sweater was off of him yesterday, and on you the day before that. You were hungry but too tired to cook? He would try his best, and if it didn’t turn out well he’d order your favorite food on Postmates and it’d be there in half an hour.

Although he was much more caring towards you, his shyness was through the roof. He loved talking to you, but he often stumbled over words, avoided eye contact, and his cheeks or the tips of his ears would be somewhere on a scale of light pink to a deep shade of crimson red. When you first started dating? He was so scared of messing something up that he rarely even looked at you, let alone spoke to you.

If you needed him though, he was always there. Always. It was those times where his demeanor drastically changed, and he was hugging you, letting you cry into his chest, and wiping your tears as they fell. He was shy, yes, but you needed him, and that was what was important. He could never turn you down while you were struggling.

As the relationship went on, he progressively got more comfortable being physically affectionate. He’d cuddle with you at night, give you back hugs as you cooked, rest his head on your shoulder as you two binged Harry Potter for the millionth time, you name it. He absolutely loved when you initiated it though. When you’d walk in after a long day and go straight to lying on his chest without saying a word, oh my gosh his heart would burst. He could tell you were tired and wanted love so he’d set his phone down and wrap his arms around your frame, letting you rest.

In front of his members, he’d only tone down the affection by a small amount. They knew you were together, and they knew he was absolutely head-over-heels for you, so he saw no point in trying to hide it. The only reason he wouldn’t be as touchy or clingy in front of them would be if you didn’t like it. Though if you didn’t mind, expect little to no change at all.

Sicheng would always worry about you, no matter where you were or what you were doing. If you were working, he’d be afraid of you getting too stressed or overworking yourself. If you were out with friends, he’d be afraid of something happening to you. Hell, even if you were doing something as simple as taking a nap he’d be afraid of you having a nightmare. He shows his love through actions, one of those actions being worry for you and your wellbeing. All Sicheng wants is for you to be safe, happy, and comfortable.

If anything ever happened to you, Sicheng would panic. His thoughts would be all over the place, whether it was something as minor as a paper cut or as serious as emergency surgery. If it was serious, he would likely cry. No matter how many times Kun tried to assure him that you’d be alright, he couldn’t stop assuming the worst. You were his baby. You couldn’t be hurt, you just couldn’t.

The boys often teased him for how in-love with you he was, but just he couldn’t help it. You were different compared to everyone else in his eyes, he couldn’t explain it. It was in the way you walked, the way you talked, the way you looked at him, everything. Every little thing about you made him fall more in love, even deeper than he thought possible.

After he’d experienced life with you, he suddenly couldn’t imagine life without you. You were all he ever wanted, and he would give you the world if it meant you’d stay by his side. So to Sicheng, you were different. You were his sun, his moon, his stars, his whole universe, and he couldn’t believe that there was ever a point where he was able to live without you. One thing he knew for sure? He could never do so again.

#nct fluff #winwin fluff #wayv fluff #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #winwin scenarios #nct x reader #wayv x reader #winwin x reader #nct x male!reader #nct x male reader #nct x gn!reader #nct x gn reader #winwin x male reader #winwin x gn reader

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sugoi-and-spice · 2 years

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Chapter Two - Awakening

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Not me testing out different posting times because I need to catch up on posting the four chapters that are already up on AO3 to Tumblr. xD Enjoy!

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“Ohhh yeah. That’s real fucking nice.”

She looked away, cheeks burning, unable to watch Shigaraki kneel down in front of her. Her hands trembled as she held her school skirt up for him, just as he’d ordered.

“But white panties?” he snorted, “Just who are you trying to fool?”

This was getting really old, really fucking fast. He’d already spent a good twenty minutes pawing at her chest like a monkey with a soccer ball. Squeezing and twisting and burying his face in with reckless abandon, all the while making those disparaging stupid little comments.

She had to hold back a whimper as he suddenly ran his thumb along her panty line.

“Hey.” he spat, “Don’t fucking look away.”

She turned her head back down, staring blankly at his fingers swirling and prodding with abandon. If she just watched his hands, maybe she could pretend that they were attached to somebody else. It was a little easier to do now. He’d cut his nails since yesterday, albeit unevenly and right down to the nub.

Like he’d been expecting this to happen.

His middle finger stroked a particularly sweet spot, causing her to close her eyes with a sigh. She could work with this. If this was all she had to endure, maybe she could get through this experience without gagging.

“The fuck did I just say? Look me in the eye.”

Her brows furrowed. She regretfully batted her eyes open. As slow as possible. Anything to delay the sight of the awful, arrogant red of his eyes.

Shigaraki grinned, wide and horrible. A juvenile little giggle slipped through the corners of his lips as he saw the indignation in her eyes.

“Oh come on, those can’t be your bedroom eyes.” he said, “Let me see the real look you give when all those jocks fuck you.”

God, why did he keep saying shit like that? Calling her a slut, negging her about her “filthy little body” — about her sex life.

A sex life that if this incel bastard had any ability to understand body language or social dynamics, he’d realize was completely nonexistant. Of course, if the man had had any semblance of social intelligence, she probably wouldn’t even be in this situation right now. Regardless, the fact remained:

She was a virgin.

And yet he continued, “Fuck are you this wet for everyone, or am I just special?”

“Oh you’re special alright.” she spat, “You fucking freak.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, “You know, I think we should put that mouth of yours to better work.”

He flopped back into his floor rocker, man-spreading wide and expectant. Her nose crinkled as she looked at the stretch of floor in between his legs — that grimey, crusty looking carpet that she was positive would rival a Jackson Pollock under a black light. She could feel her stomach churning at the idea of touching it already, and that was without Shigaraki’s cock in her mouth.

“Hurry up!”

She glared at him, “I… I’m not touching that floor.”

Shigaraki snorted, “Don’t be cute. I’m positive you’ve sucked dick on worse.”

“I haven’t.” she deadpanned.

Shigaraki started to scratch at his neck, quickly growing annoyed, “You wanna be picky? Fine, pick where you want to bend over and I’ll fuck you in the ass and be done with it.”

Her chest tightened. There was really no getting out of this, she knew that already. But whatever hope she had of having even a semblance of control over this situation, of maintaining even a shred of dignity — it all evaporated into thin air.

And so she lowered to her knees miserably. The floor was just as caked and sticky as she feared it would be, and the smell was even worse. She crawled up between Shigaraki’s legs, the tacky fibers of the carpet clinging to her palms every time she lifted one over the other.

She stopped just before the outstretch of his knees, her stomach growing even heavier as she came mere inches away from the erection straining against his joggers — not to mention the feverish, expectant grin attached to it.

Steeling herself with a shaky inhale, she reached forward and clutched the waistband of his joggers. She dipped her fingers a bit deeper, searching for the underwear that she’d need to pull down as well.

She didn’t find them.

“What’re you worried about your sperm count or something?” she spat.

Shigaraki’s grin widened, “I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”

She bit back her next insult, predicting that he only had the patience for a quip or two more before he turned aggressive again. And pushing him to that point wouldn’t do her any favors. She just needed to suck his dick and get this over with. She might’ve been a virgin too, but this man was a fucking virgin amongst virgins — there was no way he’d last more than a couple seconds. She just had to get in and get out, like ripping off a band-aid.

A horribly pale, crusty, and demeaning band-aid.

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thediamondtimes · 2 years

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Adaman comments on future S/O's body

I wrote an entire ass story about this. It was so good, I loved it and tumblr refreshed the page and I lost it. I can't rewrite it, It was way too much. I'm just gonna do it like this.

You finished building a new and bigger trough for the pasture in Jubilife. Adaman was in town and offered his help in carrying it. You carried the middle while Adaman and Rei carried either end.

The diamond clan leader and Rei panicked when the trough broke. It broke in the middle, drenching you completely and leaving the men each carrying one half of a broken trough

Adaman's breath hitched when he caught sight of you and he looked away as his ears burned a bright red.

Your body was so beautifully outlined, the delicate curves accentuated by the fabric being flush to your skin. Any bit of white on your outfit was now a window, your skin clinging to it and visible through it.

You excused yourself to get dressed in something less drippy. Adaman and rei waved and Commander Kamado left headquarters to see what the commotion was.

The two leaders began shooting the breeze and you were naturally a topic... then he said it.

He didn't MEAN to say it. He was thinking it and damn it was a persistent thought. He just said it:

"You should have see those gorgeous child bearing hips."

Rei was embarrassed but Kamado just laughed it off.

"Maybe YOU are the one that should have been splashed with cold water, hm?"

It took a while for Adaman to realize he was embarrassed by what he said.

As you were making a new trough, putting it into place, filling it, he realized just how ashamed he felt of saying something like that about you.

Kamado stuck around to help this time, shooting Adaman a knowing look every so often. Really, any time that you did anything.

Adaman left the town that day, Kamado telling him that they would return the favor by helping the Diamond Clan house the water pokemon that were effected by a dry spell in the region... and cheekily telling him that you would be at the Diamond Settlement bright and early tomorrow.

In his tent back home, Adaman was nervous all night. Melli inserted himself in the situation, listening intently as his leader spilled his guts. It was good to get it off his chest and though Melli could be insufferable sometimes... he could definitely be trusted.

"I don't know what happened. I just said it."

"You need to be more careful." Melli scolded, "What did you even say?"

"I just commented on..." He started, his voice becoming hungier as he went on. "You know her... voluptuous child bearing hips-"

"Is this a bad time!?" Of course Arezu walked in RIGHT then. Adaman buried his face in his hands.

"How many people are going to accidentally hear me say that today!? Should I just announce it to the whole clan?"

"Did you say that to Y/n, what did she say? Was she upset?"

Adaman didn't even get to answer. Melli stepped in with a spirited defense.

"Why would she be upset?! It's an HONOR for her to bear Adaman's children. She should be thankful he even thinks so-"

"The hero of Hisui is going to have Adaman's children!?" Sabi popped her head into the tent, scaring all three of them "Congratulations!"

"EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY TENT"

Adaman tried to think about anything else. His fuck up was the only thing playing in his mind.

The next morning, you arrived to help, with blueprints for an artificial lake to help get swamp pokemon through the dry season.

Adaman was excited to start, though he was clearly distracted by something.

It wasn't until you noticed Sabi just staring at you that you learned what.

"...Sabi... is everything alright?"

"...You don't LOOK pregnant." That caught you off guard. Adaman just froze.

He scooped her up quick but she just kept talking.

"Adaman, where did you put the baby-"

"Sabi, please, you have no idea what you're talking about-“

"Does this have anything to do with the 'child bearing hips' comment yesterday?" He was not expecting you to say that. He let Sabi go, going through all the stages of grief at once. He wasn't sure what to say or how to proceed. Finally, he spoke.

"....Kamado told you, didn't he?"

"Rei told me."

"Dammit."

You just laughed.

#adaman #Legend arceus #Kamado #Rei #commander kamado #reader insert #x reader #imagine #imagines #scenario #femreader

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unseededtoast · 8 months

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Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 8/37 | Part Seven, Part Nine

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

My hands are covered in blood, a kitchen knife sticks out of the man's throat. My once clean kitchen floor is now a shallow pool of crimson red.

I knock on Steve's door, not having heard from him since he left Bucky's room yesterday. He said he was going to catch up, but never did. This isn't like him, it's making me a little nervous as to what's going on. He opens the door, not yet dressed in uniform.

"Come on in." He says and rubs his eyes. I walk into his room and see that it's set up similarly to mine, but his is more personalized. I sit on the edge of his bed and watch as he grabs his uniform.

"Where'd you go last night?" I question him, looking around his room some more. Though it may be none of my business, I'm still curious. Steve runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

"I was talking to Fury about a few things and it lasted longer than I thought it would. I asked him about letting Bucky out of the room and he said he would have to talk to you about that, so expect that today. I'm not sure if you think he's ready, but I think he is." He says and I nod my head,

"I was actually thinking the same thing last night." I say, electing to not question what else he was talking to Fury about even though I was hoping he would have told me. I look away as Steve puts his uniform on, and walk over to his own record player, recalling the events of last night. A soft smile crosses my face as I remember Bucky's peacefulness as we danced. I run my finger along the edge of the player and notice Steve has a collection of records as well, I bet he picked which ones were given to Bucky.

"You ready to go?" Steve knocks me out of my memory and I nod my head, following him to Fury's office. Steve's strides are longer and quicker than mine, and I struggle to keep pace with him. I can tell he's eager to speak to Fury. Truth be told so am I, but I have a feeling Fury isn't going to be easily convinced. People part ways for him as he walks through the halls and we reach Fury's office in record time.

A man stands in Fury's office and turns to face us. My blood runs cold and I feel as though my heart has stopped. I know this man. I avert my gaze, hoping that he doesn't recognize me. I step behind Steve as the man speaks up,

"Well Director, I'll follow up with you on that." I see his shoes leave the office and walk right past Steve and I. I look up as he passes us, and we make eye contact. The man's eyes linger for a second longer than I would have liked and he smirks before he continues walking. I swallow hard, trying to make sense of it all. Fury's voice interrupts my thoughts as Steve and I walk into the office and I try to focus on the matter at hand.

"Adalyn, Steve and I were discussing Bucky being released from the room last night. Steve thinks he's ready and I wanted your opinion on the matter, seeing as how you're the expert here." I lick my lips and nod,

"Yeah, I think Bucky has done a phenomenal job of handling the stress of resurfacing memories. He's stable and hasn't shown any signs of regression at all. Of course, even if something did happen, which I don't think it will, I have the ability to control the situation if something drastic happens. I am confident he will not pose a threat to anyone here." I state, lacing my fingers together in front of me. I know I haven't put Bucky through any sort of simulated high-stress test but considering that he's had no Winter Soldier tendencies I don't think it's necessary anymore. The Director puts a hand on his chin and thinks for a few moments.

"Alright. I trust your judgement. He is your responsibility, the both of you. If anything does happen, there will be significant consequences and not just for the two of you." Fury says and we both nod. I understand the weight of his statement clearly. There's a lot on the line. Though I am surprised he was that open to the idea. I was sure he was going to push back on it. Maybe Steve was convincing last night.

"Understood, thank you." Steve says and I also extend my gratitude to the Director. Before I can say anything else, Steve is pulling me towards Bucky's room. I really needed to speak to Fury about the man in his office, but I guess it'll have to wait.

We reach Bucky's room and Steve opens the door. A smile takes over Bucky's face as he looks between us. I stay silent, letting Steve share the good news. Bucky looks at me for confirmation,

"It's true, you're getting out of here today." I say as my stomach knots itself from anxiety. Though I know Bucky doesn't pose a threat, I now fear that the man in Fury's office may know too much and that can be a potential problem. Bucky walks over and hugs the two of us.

"Thank you guys, so much." He steps back and I smile,

"Shall we celebrate with breakfast?" I ask and they nod their heads. We walk out of the room and I see Bucky take in a deep breath, he's been cooped up in that room for weeks on end and I'm sure it's a huge relief to finally be out. He deserves to be out, there is no need to keep him as a prisoner.

We walk up to the cafeteria and I notice everyone's eyes on us, nobody is being nonchalant about their ogling. We find a table and Bucky sits next to me. I can hear his metal arm adjusting, he's anxious.

"It'll be okay. They're just curious is all." I offer some comfort as he looks around the cafeteria full of agents. Steve leaves to grab some food and I take notice as people start whispering to one another. I glare at a few people being too obvious with their gossiping.

Bucky stares down at the table as Steve comes back. I grab an apple off his tray and Bucky grabs one of the coffees. We eat in silence, each one of us uncomfortable with the unwanted attention. I keep my eye out for the blonde man from Fury's office. I cannot think of one good reason he could be here, and lately coincidences haven't been coincidences.

We all finish our light breakfasts and want to be free from onlooking eyes. We walk down one of the halls to get away from most of the people. I look at Bucky to see his jaw tense and his eyebrows furrowed. Wanting to keep his stress levels down, I think of something on the fly to do,

"Would you want to go take a walk outside? I haven't left since I've been here, the fresh air would be nice." I propose, looking to Bucky who nods his head,

"Yeah a little fresh air sounds good." I motion for Steve to lead the way since he knows this compound better than Bucky and I. We weave down hallways quickly, eager to be outside for once. Finally, we reach the outdoors and I squint my eyes from the bright sun. I take a deep breath of air and smile, the sun feels amazing and the air feels like spring.

"It feels so nice out here." I comment as Steve leads us to the sidewalk, I imagine he has somewhere in mind he wants to take us.

Although our clothing makes us stick out amongst the general public I hope that nobody will approach us. Steve leads us to a small park, where joggers pass through and people walk their dogs. The cherry blossoms are blooming, some of the pink flowers break off from the branches and float through the air, it's a beautiful sight. The three of us sit down on a patch of green grass.

Sunlight reflects off of Bucky's metal arm and Steve looks around at the scenery. The three of us have been stressed out the past few weeks, this moment is perfectly serene. Birds chirp in the trees, there are squirrels running across the paths and it's almost like we're not in the metropolitan area anymore. I close my eyes and lean back, soaking in the warm rays. I hear one of them shift around but I keep my eyes closed, savoring the moment that I know won't last long enough.

Though I try to appreciate the calmness of the moment, my mind flashes with images I wish I could forget. My hands are covered in blood, a kitchen knife sticks out of the man's throat. My once clean kitchen floor is now a shallow pool of crimson red. I blink my eyes open and look to my hands, seeing they're free of blood. I cross my legs and stare at the grass, counting the blades to calm myself.

I see now that Bucky laid down, the sunlight hitting his face through spaces in the tree branches. I'm glad to see him relaxed and comfortable, he deserves this moment more than anyone. I admire the way the light reflects off of his warm brown hair, and the prominence of his stubble-covered jawline as he leans his head back.

I smile to myself and look away, catching Steve's gaze. We share a glance with one another, I know we have a shared appreciation for this moment. Steve pulls the phone out of his pocket and scowls, standing up.

"Something came up, I'll meet up with you guys later." He walks away from us without another word. I watch as he walks away, confused and anxious about what keeps coming up. Bucky sits up and watches Steve walk away as well.

"What's he been leaving for?" Bucky questions and I shrug my shoulders,

"I'm not sure, he hasn't said anything about it to me. I tried to get an answer this morning but he didn't give me anything." I answer, looking over at Bucky. He averts his gaze to look at the other things in the park,

"It's beautiful out here." He observes, looking at the clouds in the blue sky. I nod my head,

"It's a lot better than the white walls that's for sure." He laughs quietly, picking at some blades of grass.

"You've got that right." We fall into a comfortable silence, the breeze lightly blowing our hair in the wind. I see some dandelions growing nearby, and I pick them to admire their beauty. I love the bright yellow of their thin petals, it's joyful and lively. I hand one of them to Bucky who takes the stem in his metal hand. He twists the stem between his fingers, watching it spin around.

I turn my attention away and look around, getting the uneasy feeling someone is watching me. I turn my head from side to side, and catch a glimpse of a man sitting at the park bench. My heart starts beating quicker as I position myself so that I can look at the man without being too obvious. The man looks to be reading a book, though I notice that there seems to be a camera lens in the back cover of the book by the way the sun is reflecting off of it. I look away casually,

"Bucky." I say quietly but sternly enough that he will pick up that something is wrong. He drops the dandelion and looks at me with seriousness.

"What?" He asks, making eye contact with me. I feel my stomach knot and I swallow the lump in my throat,

"I think the man on the bench is taking pictures of us. Look at the back cover of the book." I say and he nods lightly. He goes to act like he's cracking his back and when he turns to face me, I see the answer written all over his face.

"We need to leave." He says as he stands and helps me to my feet. I stick to his side as we begin making our way back to the Shield compound. I take another look at the man, who has now put the book down and is staring at the two of us. I feel my breath start to quicken. Bucky takes my hand and picks up his pace. It seems like the compound is ten miles away. I keep glancing behind us, and I see the man behind us.

"He's following us." I say, panic evident in my voice. Bucky glances down at me,

"Stay calm, we're almost there. I won't let anyone hurt you." He says as we turn the last corner to get back to the compound. Thankfully, when we get there the guard lets us in without question as he was the one on post when the three of us left. As the door shuts behind us I feel my chest tighten, it's hard to breathe. I try to level out my breathing, knowing there is no time to deal with this anxiety right now.

There's no way that the man in Fury's office and the man at the park is a coincidence. I was skeptical but I know for sure that the man is here with ill intentions. I recall that Tony mentioned something on my first day here about finding Hydra spies amongst Shield ranks. Now I know they didn't find them all. Bucky and I quickly walk down the halls to reach Fury's office, but once we get there the door is locked. I run a hand through my hair, trying to think of what my next move should be.

"We have to find Steve." I say, motioning for Bucky to follow me as I go to the dormitory hall. I feel as though we're practically running through the halls, adrenaline pumping in my veins. I knock on Steve's door, no answer. I can either take the risk to see if Tony or Bruce is in the lab, or we can duck into my room until I can find either Steve or Fury. Going with the second option, I open the door to my room and lightly push Bucky in. I shut the door behind me and put my back against it.

"Bucky, I need you to stay here while I find Steve and Fury. Please stay in here until I come back. Hydra is here." I say and sit him on my bed. He shakes his head,

"I can't let you go out there alone." He tries to argue but I refuse to let him win this one.

"And we can't risk someone saying the magic words. We both know what can happen." I say, causing Bucky to stay silent.

"They're after you too, Adalyn. Please." He tries to convince me.

"Bucky, I can't. I couldn't save you from them last time, but I can this time. Let me." I say and leave the room before he can protest. As casually as possible, I walk out of the hall and begin my search. So much for a peaceful first day out of the room.

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #bucky #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #steve rogers #the winter soldier #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fic #hydra #marvel

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duskvsdawn · 1 year

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MLQC Fanfic - Gavin X Reader Smut

AN: I’m still figuring this whole “posting on tumblr thing out”. I kind of have to combine using my pc with mobile, because for some reason I can’t add mature tags on desktop and the “read more” section seems to move around when you post between pc and mobile... Bear with me! If anyone can tell me how to add a mature tag to my post on desktop, and make the “read more” section stay in the same place on both desktop and mobile, I would really appreciate it!

CW: Alcohol use, mentions of feeling depressed, and sex obviously. I think that’s about it.

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You lay on your couch, curled up into a ball. You left work early because you fainted and felt sick. Your boss told you to go home and get some rest. So now you’re lying there, feeling embarrassed and like a failure. You decide to watch some tv to try and get your mind off of things.

“One week off of work. I guess I really needed a break after all. Gavin warned me so many times already to do that. I’m just not like that.” You say to yourself with a sigh.

As you browse through the channels, you eventually find one with cooking shows and such. You love watching that stuff. As you watch the chef cut different products with skill and explain all kinds of tips and tricks, you start dozing off.

“Hey [y/n], I’m home!”

Gavin’s home, it seems. It woke you up.

“Where are you honey?” He asks as he walks in to the kitchen, usually seeing you there around this time.

“I’m here…” You meekly answer as you roll yourself up into your blanket.

“Hey honey, didn’t expect to see you here. Hey what’s wrong?” He asks as he notices your unusual sad face.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” You answer as you make room for him to sit next to you.

“Yeah, you’re definitely not fine. What’s up, come on tell me.”

“I… I got sent home for a week for a break.”

“Is that so… What happened?” He asks, thoughtfully.

“I fainted right before a meeting. When I woke up I felt sick.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but I told you so baby.” He says with a sweet smile as he puts your head onto his lap, gently stroking your hair.

“I know… I know… So I guess I have a sort of vacation now.”

“You really needed one. You’ve been working nonstop for months now. I barely got to see you anymore.”

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok baby. Well, I don’t have anything scheduled for this weekend so we can just chill and relax. Doesn’t that sound nice for a change? The two of us, doing nothing special and just have some us-time.”

“That does sound nice…” You say as you entangle your hand in his, softly kissing it.

“How about I make dinner for a change? Or would you prefer some take-out?”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Come on honey, its dinner time, you need some food.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t cook today…” You whisper as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, feeling like even more of a disappointment.

“Ssshh, it’s alright baby.” Gavin says as he pulls you into a hug.

And then the two of you just sit there for a while. You can’t help the tears that are flowing at this point, all the built up emotions finally escaping. And Gavin just hugs you, kisses you and shushes you to calm you down. After a little while, you feel a little better.

“Why does crying make people so hungry?” You suddenly ask through your tears, which are getting less and less now.

“Not sure. Feeling any better?” He asks as he wipes a tear from your cheek.

“Yeah… Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Just being here I guess.”

“Anytime, sweetie. What do we got in the fridge? I’ll make some dinner.”

“There’s some leftovers from yesterday we could eat if you want.”

“I meant actually cooking, but fine with me.” Gavin says as he gets up, kisses you on the forehead and disappears into the kitchen.

You just sit there on the couch, rolled into your blanket, thinking about how strange life can be. How did you ever get lucky enough to even hook up with Gavin in the first place? He is way too sweet for this world. Drowned in your thoughts, you are suddenly snapped back to reality as a hand waves in front of your face.

“A penny for your thoughts.” Gavin says with a chuckle as he puts down two plates and utensils.

“Huh, what? Oh.” You say sheepishly as you take your plate and quietly start eating.

“Are you alright? You still seem out of it.”

“Ah, give it a day… I’ll be fine.”

“Alright sweetheart.” Gavin answers as he kisses you on your cheek, browsing through the channels on tv.

“So…”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“Is it bad that I kind of feel like drinking tonight?”

“I can’t blame you. Do we still have anything in the house?”

“Not sure.”

“Hold on.” Gavin says as he walks over the liquor cabinet.

“We still have some vodka and whiskey. Wouldn’t want to drink them mixed though.” He says with a chuckle as he brings over the vodka and two glasses, knowing that’s your favorite drink.

“Yeah, that’d be bad.” You say as you finish your dinner, filling up your glass.

“Don’t try to overdo it, for your sake.” Gavin warns you, worried about your previous struggles with alcohol.

“I’m sorry, I can’t promise anything tonight.” You answer as you quickly take a big sip, coughing at the burn in your throat.

“Guess I’ll just have to take care of you then. Not that I mind…” He says as he fills up a glass for himself and pulls you into a hug on the couch, blankly watching tv.

“Hmm… Gavin?”

“Yes, [y/n]?”

“What have I ever done to deserve you? Why are you with me when there are so many other cute girls out there?” You ask as you take another sip.

“Well, because I love you, silly.”

“That’s not what I mean. Why do you love me?”

“Hmm, let’s see. You always care a lot for others, you are very honest… And you’re just a damaged person trying to make the best of her life, and I admire your constant courage to go on. Those are a few of the reasons.”

“Oh…”

“Not the answer you expected?” He asks as a takes a sip of his drink.

“Not really, no.”

“Well, too bad. It’s the truth.” He says as he puts down his glass, pulling you into a kiss.

“I- Mmm!”

“I just really wanted to do that.” Gavin says with a dark chuckle as he casually takes another sip.

And the two of you just sit there for a while, cuddling, drinking, watching tv. After what feels like an hour, you put down your glass and pull him into a hug.

“Honey, what are you doing?” He asks you as he puts down his glass, about as tipsy as you are.

“I just…” You finally say in a whisper as you hide your face in his neck.

“Something wrong?” He asks as he softly strokes your head.

“I’m just… I think I’m getting horny.”

“Is that so?” He asks with a husky voice as he moves your hair out of the way to kiss your neck.

“A-ah… N-no… Not there…” You whimper.

“Don’t be like that. I know how sensitive this spot is. As I’ve kissed it millions of times. And I’d love to kiss it a million times more.” He says in a low whisper against your red glowing ear.

“A-Ah! Gavin! Stop being so fucking romantic.” You say in a sweet moan as you wrap your arms around him, basically pressing your body into his.

For a moment, he stops and looks at you. His eyes seem to mirror what you feel right now. Love and lust. Deep desire to please the other. You can’t help but just slam your lips on to his and kiss him for what feels like ages. You move your hands under his shirt to touch his warm skin as he starts doing the same to you. He quickly undoes your bra to touch the naked skin of your breasts, gently pinching your nipples.

“G-Gavin… I want you… Please...” You beg him with a soft moan as your wrap your arms around his neck.

“Mmm, I’d love to. Hold on to me.” He says as he moves to pick you up bridal style.

You tighten your grip on his neck for support as he carries you up the stairs. He carries you into the bedroom, softly laying you down on the bed. He then lays next to you, pulling you into a hug and kissing you. The kissing soon enough changes into a full-blown heated make-out session. Clothes disappear every now and then. He then pulls you into another hug.

“I fucking love you.” He finally says as he kisses your cheek.

“I love you too… Please… Show me how much you love me.” You beg him in a desperate whisper, wanting nothing more than him inside you right now.

“Don’t worry love, I will.” He says as he moves in between your legs.

“Please… I need you.” You say as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you.

“I need you more. And I need you now.” He says as he slowly pushes inside of you, pulling your upper body up so he can hug you properly.

“S-shit!” You his as your body adjusts to his size, burying your face in his neck, smelling his scent.

“Are you alright baby?” He asks worriedly as he kisses your cheek.

“Y-yeah… I’m fine… It just feels so good to have you inside of me. It’s been too long…” You say with a happy sigh as you kiss him.

“It has been. Is it ok to move?” He asks as he entangles one of his hands in your hair.

“Please do. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Me neither. I love you.” He says as he starts thrusting his hips.

“A-ah! I love y-you too!” You moan as you instantly feel in utter bliss, your body enjoying all of him after such a long time.

For the first time, the sex between you two feels more focused on the love for each other than the sheer lust. Since it has been so long that the two of you had sex, all the two of you tell each other is how much you love them. But of course that wouldn’t last forever. After a while, you want more. Your body demands more friction.

“G-Gavin! Please! More!” You beg him, shivering and whimpering in his arms.

“Anything for you babe.” He says in a low growl as he speeds up, deepening his thrusts as well.

“S-shit! Oh my god! I needed this so fucking much! Oh god, yes!” You moan out loud as you tighten your grip on him.

“You feel so goddamn good… Fuck…” He hisses as he leaves love bites along your neck and shoulders.

“S-so good!”

“I love you so fucking much.” Gavin growls as he moves you slightly in his lap, his pelvis now rubbing against your clit as well.

“A-ah! G-Gavin! If you keep this up, I’m… I’m…”

“Are you getting close, love?”

“Y-yes! S-so close!” You whimper as you feel the familiar pressure build up in your lower body.

“Wait for me baby… I’m close too…” He answers in a low moan, then proceeding to slam his lips onto yours.

“I can’t hold it!” You beg as you break the kiss to take a breath.

“Me neither… Cum for me sweetheart.” Gavin whispers into your ear, this instantly sends you over the edge.

“A-ah! Gavin!” You scream out as you orgasm, digging your nails into his skin.

“Damn, [y/n]… I’m gonna… Oh fuck!” Gavin growls as he releases inside of you.

“Hah… Hah… Oh gosh…” You finally manage to bring out as you pant, trying to catch your breath.

“That… I needed that.” Gavin whispers as he kisses you while he pulls out, moving to lay you down.

He then lays down next to you and pulls you into a hug.

“Mmm… Me too…” You whisper as you move strand of hair away from his forehead that is now stuck down with sweat.

“And now, let’s sleep.” He says as he pulls the blanket onto you both, then moving back to hug you.

“Mmm, good plan.” You say as you lay your head close to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I love you sweetheart.” He whispers as he kisses the top of your head.

“I love you too…” You answer with a happy sigh as you tighten your grip on him.

Soon enough, you drift off to sleep.

#mlqc #mr love queens choice #fanfic #smut #lemon #gavin #reader #gavin x reader #love and producer

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melody-everbelle · 1 year

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Pretty in Pink (Nathan Chen x Reader)

Title: Pretty in Pink

Pairing: Nathan Chen x fem!reader

Word count: 802

Warning(s): N/A

Summary: You and Nathan go on your first date... in pink.

Author's Note: Ever since I saw Nathan appear in the BAZAAR Icons 2022, I knew I had to write a fanfic inspired by it. Also, I was supposed to upload this yesterday, but Tumblr was loading so slow at the time, so I had to wait until the next day. Hopefully there will be no more delays again, but I can’t guarantee that will happen. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Image belongs to Harper’s BAZAAR.

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You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your makeup. Tonight was your first date with Nathan, and it was impossible for you to contain your excitement. You took a look at your reflection; you were dressed in a pastel pink pleated dress that ended at your knees, with its top and long sleeves adorned with lace that matched the color of it. Accompanying your dress was a pair of matching flats, with a bow at the tip of each shoe. Just gazing at your appearance made you look and feel like a princess. Perfect, you thought. As you were finishing your makeup, you heard a knock on the door.

"Coming!" You shouted as you headed on your way to the door. When you reached the door, you glanced through its peephole. As you expected, there stood Nathan, sporting a pink Hermès shirt and black trousers, carrying a large white rose with both hands. Your eyes widened and your face turned slightly red at the sight of him as you gasped and turned around, your back against the door. Oh my God, you thought. He's so hot. But how would he react if he found out your dress matched his shirt? After a moment of deep breathing, you mustered up the courage and pulled the door open.

You stepped out of the doorway all while maintaining your composure. Your grace and elegance was enough for Nathan's cheeks to glow red. "Hello, Nate," you greeted in an accent as posh as possible. "I see you're looking fine tonight," you smiled followed by a wink.

"Yeah, you too," Nathan replied, trying to contain his laughter.

"Excuse me," you teased with your fancy accent, "but what's so funny?"

"I'm sorry," he chuckled, "but I can't help but notice we're both wearing pink." He then burst out laughing.

"Oh yeah," you commented, "you're right." You started laughing along with him, immediately unmasking from the posh personality and reverting to your normal self. There was no way on earth that the both of you wearing pink on your first date was merely a coincidence. After catching your breath from the laughter, you wiped the wet corner of your eye and walked towards Nathan, embracing him.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you're still beautiful," he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, with you smiling in response. "Oh, and I meant to give this to you," Nathan handed out the rose in front of you.

You took the rose from him and brought it to your nose. You deeply inhaled its aroma; it had the most elegant scent you've ever sensed. "Thanks Nate," you smiled as you rested your arms on his shoulders, with your face leaning against his as if you were gonna kiss. "I love you so much."

"You too, Y/N," Nathan replied before giving you a very passionate and loving kiss that made your heart flutter. As the two of you parted lips, you noticed your lipstick stained on his lips.

"Oh my," you gasped.

"What is it?" Nathan questioned.

"I'm so sorry, but it's your lips," you replied.

"What about them?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I got lipstick all over them," you grabbed a tissue from your purse, about to wipe Nathan's lips when his hand signaled you to stop.

"Hey, it's okay," he chuckled. "It's nothing to worry about."

"You know what, you're right," you admitted. "Besides, I think you look cute with that shade," you winked.

"Aww," Nathan said softly before taking one of your hands and giving it a gentle kiss.

Your heart fluttered once again as he did this. Gosh, were you so lucky to be together with this cutie! Still holding your hand, he walked you over to his car and opened the passenger door, allowing you in. Before Nathan could close the door as you fastened your seatbelt, you asked, "So, Nathan, where exactly are we going?"

"To the party that my friend's hosting," he answered. "Figured this would be a great opportunity as our first date together. Hope that answers your question," he winked.

"I see," you chuckled as you watched Nathan close the door and go around the car to get to the driver's seat.

After an hour drive, the both of you arrived at the party. As you walked into there, with your hand holding onto Nathan's almost the entire time, you won the attention of multiple partygoers, either due to the fact that you and Nathan were wearing matching outfits, or the two of you were in love with each other, or both. All this made you look and feel like royalty, and that made you grateful. Tonight was a blast, and your first date with him was a complete success. Most of all, you were proud to be his. ❤

#nathan chen #nathan chen x reader #nathan chen x you #nathan chen x y/n #nathan chen imagines #x reader fanfiction #fem!reader

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Budding Romance

Pairing: Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky is just the start of your passionate love story. Word Count: Over 3.3k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, semi-public grinding/knee riding, dirty talk, swearing, fluff and some feels (it's me), beefy florist!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Hello, lovelies! Tumblr jail won't keep me from sharing my writing. I'm falling in love with Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes and want you to do the same. Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Moodboard created by yours truly. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics and banners by the lovely @its-just-may .

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It was Saturday night and you were convinced that the universe was playing tricks on you. No way did you have a date with Bucky Barnes. You were still shocked that the gorgeous, massive florist asked you out. You checked your phone all day, half expecting him to cancel. But it was almost time for him to pick you up and he didn't seem like the type to bail.

Is he excited about our date? Nervous?

"He's going to bust a nut when he sees you in those pants," Ruth said over the phone. She called the moment you sent her a photo of your outfit. She was almost as excited about the date as you were.

"He is not!" you giggled, looking over your shoulder to check yourself out in the full length mirror. You had to admit, you did look good in the leggings you picked out. And your top did wonders for your chest. "I almost went with a dress, but he messaged me yesterday and said he's picking me up on his bike," you explained.

"If bikes bother you, I can arrange another ride. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Is it too early to fall in love?

"Oh, I know he rides a motorcycle,” she teased. How does she know that? Did she see it outside of his shop? “If you aren't bent over it by the end of the night-"

"Oh, my god! I'm not sleeping with him tonight," you tried to argue, but you couldn't keep the smile off your face.

"You won't be sleeping with him. You'll be getting your insides rearranged like you deserve. Big difference. How long has it been?"

"Ruth," you groaned. Now, the image of Bucky taking you apart with his massive hands filled your mind, like it had since you met him. "Too long."

"Exactly. Have some fun! You deserve it."

"I don't want to just have fun," you said, as pathetic as it sounded. You could get laid if you wanted to, but you craved something more. "Is that bad that I want more than sex?"

"It isn't bad at all. He seems like a good guy and I want you to find a good guy," she swore. "But seriously. Are you sure you don't need me at the restaurant? I don't mind."

"I'll be fine," you promised, smiling again. As much as she teased you about this date, she wanted to make sure you were safe. "I'll send you the emergency text if I need you to show."

I won't need it. He's a good guy.

"Okay. I'll be standby. Just have fun. And if it goes well, ask him to be your plus one for the wedding."

"You don't think that's a bit much?" you asked.

"Nope. You two kept making lovey eyes at each other at the shop. If tonight goes well, go for it," she encouraged.

"If it goes well, I'll ask," you promised, jumping when you heard the doorbell. Shit, this is actually happening. "He's here. I have to go."

"I want every detail tomorrow. Especially the nasty ones.”

"Goodbye, Ruth," you smiled as you hung up, taking a deep breath as you glanced once more in the mirror. It’s just a date with one of the sweetest, hottest guys ever. No big deal. You made your way to the front door, your smile widening as you opened it. “Hi.”

The sight of Bucky standing in front of you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, the blue of his shirt matching his eyes, was more than enough to knock the air from your lungs. “Wow, you look… beautiful,” he smiled back, running his free hand through his hair. Blood rushed to your cheeks from the simple, but genuine, compliment. “I hope the flowers aren’t too much.”

“No, they’re perfect,” you swore as you carefully took them from his hand. They were already in a vase. “And you look beautiful, too. I mean handsome! You look handsome. Would you like to come in for a second?”

You caught the small smile on his face as you spun on your heels. Off to a great start. “Nice place,” he said as he shut the door behind him, stopping to look at some of the framed photos on your wall.

“Thanks,” you said, thankful that your place was clean at least as you set the flowers on the living room table. It made the room so much brighter and they smelled so sweet. “I have to ask, how did you get these here on your bike?”

Bucky’s eyes lit up as he turned to face you. “I actually designed a small canister so I could transport bouquets on my bike. See, it’s wide enough for larger flowers and there’s a cushion and sponge in the bottom that keeps the vase secure,” he made a shape with his hands before he chuckled. “Sorry. That sounds-”

“Incredible,” you smiled softly, your heart swelling from how passionate and excited he was. “It sounds incredible.”

“Thanks,” he replied, his eyes warm as he gazed at you.

I’m going to drag him to my room if we don’t leave now. “We should get going,” you said after a moment, making sure you had your phone and purse.

You locked up behind you as the two of you left, happy that it wasn’t too cold out. A small rush of excitement hit you as he led to his bike, his helmet waiting on his seat. “You sure the bike is okay?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” you assured him as he faced you and put his hands on your hips. You were about to ask what he was doing before he effortlessly lifted you, helping you straddle the bike. He let go once you were settled to grab another helmet from the cargo net. Okay, he just lifted me like I weigh nothing. I will not get turned on from that.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said as he handed you the helmet. “Ruth thought you’d like the design.”

You ran your fingers along it, the blue shade of the flowers matching his helmet. That’s how she knew he had a bike. “You brought me flowers and you had a helmet made for our first date?”

“Date’s not over yet, but I’ll have to come up with something really good for our second,” he winked, making sure your helmet was secure before he slipped his on.

Your heart skipped a beat as he got on, waiting for you to put your arms around him. “Second date?” you questioned.

“If I play my cards right,” he said as he started the bike.

The deck is definitely stacked in your favor, Bucky Barnes.

The restaurant Bucky brought you to could only be described as a romantic hole-in-the-wall. The soft lighting and music combined with the relaxed atmosphere, friendly staff and food smelled like heaven, you wondered how you had never been there before. And as nervous as you felt leading up to the date, you were completely at ease as you waited for your main course. There was no awkwardness, no long silences. Just easy conversation and good company.

It was the most relaxed you felt in a long time.

“Did you always want to be a florist or did it just happen?” you asked curiously.

Bucky cleared his throat as he considered your question. “I lost my arm when I was in the army. The metal is state of the art, but it still took some getting used to. In the beginning, I shattered and broke so many things. So I challenged myself to use my hand with something gentle,” he explained. You couldn’t imagine the shock of losing a limb like that. “I used to help my mom in her garden when I was a kid. She kept flowers around the house to brighten up the place. And what’s more delicate than flowers?”

You leaned on the table a bit as you listened. “So, it started as a hobby?”

“It did. It was a quiet hobby and it was what I needed after everything. Once I got comfortable with my hand, I kept at it. Surprised me by how much I loved it. I started taking classes and making my own designs in my spare time before I got my first job. I actually started leaving small arrangements for my neighbor after she lost her husband. He used to bring her flowers once a week.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you said, tempted to put your hand over his. “I’m sure she appreciated it.”

“She did,” he smiled gently. “I still send her flowers once a week.”

I’m not going to cry on our first date. “She’s probably one of your best customers, isn’t she?”

“She is,” he grinned. “She hardly ever uses her computer, but she makes sure to leave good reviews for Steve and I.”

“Steve was in the military with you, right?” you asked. Bucky mentioned him when you were waiting for your appetizer earlier. “And he’s a baker now?”

“Yep. He left the army not long after I did. His shop is just across the street from mine.”

“And you mentioned your other friends, Sam and Natasha. A tailor and a bridal shop owner?” you asked as he confirmed with a nod. “So, a florist, a baker, a tailor and a bridal shop owner. How have you not started your own wedding planning business?"

"That’s a good question," he chuckled. "You might be onto something there. We would have a lot of fun."

“That’s what matters,” you smiled. From what you heard about his friends, they sounded like a great group. “Actually, what matters is that you found something you love.”

“I have,” he agreed, hesitating before he reached for your hand across the table. “And you? What’s your story?”

"Me? You mean my nine-to-five office job?” you asked, glancing at your hand in his. He used his metal hand and was being so gentle. “Well, I don't hate it, but I don't love it either. I wish I did," you told him, wondering if you sounded as lame as you felt. "I needed a job after college to pay my bills and student loans and now…" you glanced at his hand again you trailed off.

"You feel stuck?" he asked, dipping his head down slightly so you’d look at him.

“Yeah, a bit,” you said honestly.

“So, you’re not passionate about work?”

“Not at all,” you said easily.

“What about a hobby?”

You shook your head sadly. “I did a lot of things in high school and college, but just kind of stopped once I started working. Saying it out loud is… very sad,” you tried to joke, but it fell flat. When did my life become so bland? The soft squeeze of his hand brought you a bit of comfort. You expected pity on his face as he kept looking at you, but he merely smiled.

“It’s not too late,” he pointed out. “If you told me years ago that I would one day own a flower shop, I would’ve laughed in your face. But I’m glad it happened. And… even if you don’t find your dream job, there has to be something out there waiting for you to get your hands on it.”

You wondered if that was true. “You think there’s some hidden talent or passion inside me waiting to be set free?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky leaned across the table a bit more, his eyes staring right into yours. “I know there is.”

You almost closed the distance between the two of you, wondering how he’d react if you kissed him. The moment was broken by the waiter arriving with your meals. Perfect timing.

Instead of releasing your hand as the plates were set down, Bucky kept it in his. “I actually wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me for what?”

“For taking a chance on me. Not many have after this,” he said, nodding to his arm.

Your gaze flickered to his, a mixture of anger and heartache showing in your eyes. “How could someone not take a chance on you?” you questioned louder than you intended. You took a calming breath before you continued. “Bucky, you’re kind, charming, easy to talk to, one of the most gorgeous men to grace this planet, and anyone, and I mean anyone, would be lucky to be sitting across from you right now. I should be thanking you for taking a chance on me.”

Bucky exhaled as you finished, his thumb gently moving along your skin. “You really mean that, petal?”

The nickname brought a fond smile to your face. “Every word.”

You swore a slight blush filled his cheeks before he picked up his fork. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Wait,” you said, biting your lip as you stood up from your seat. Taking a chance would either work in your favor or backfire. Only one way to find out. “Bucky Barnes, would you like to dance with me?”

“Here?” he smiled, setting his fork down.

You nodded quickly. “Right here. Unless you don’t want-”

Bucky answered by pushing back his chair and getting to his feet. “It would be my pleasure,” he said in a low voice, wrapping an arm around your waist and taking your hand with the other. A few people watched as he pulled you against his large frame, but you didn’t pay any attention to them as you began to sway to the music. You couldn’t tear your gaze away.

Everything else around you faded as your body molded to his. Up close, you could smell the slight mixture of the flowers he brought you with his cologne. And you wondered if the slight scruff on his chin would burn your skin. If only you were lucky enough to feel it.

“See?” he whispered, making you tilt your head.

“See what?” you whispered back.

He inched in closer, his lips almost touching yours. “You do have passion inside you.”

Your heart pounded as you tried not to crush your lips against his. “Maybe you’re bringing it out of me.”

Bucky brought his hand to your cheek as the song ended. Before you could close the gap between you, the patrons around you began to clap. You stepped back, seeing a flicker of disappointment on the brunette’s face.

“We should probably eat before it gets cold,” he said, moving to pull your chair out again.

“Yeah, we should,” you agreed, taking a seat. “Thank you for the dance.”

“Anytime, petal. Anytime.”

Later that evening with a full stomach and sore cheeks from smiling, you reluctantly let Bucky walk you to your front door. The reluctance was because you didn't want the date to end. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as you got your keys out, seeing the slight clench in his jaw. Since the two of you danced, the tension only seemed to grow. He feels it, too, right?

You put your key in the lock, but didn’t turn the knob. Instead, you shifted to face him. “Bucky, I-”

In a swift movement, Bucky had your back pressed against the door. His mouth found yours as he grasped your chin, making you mewl as he parted your lips with his tongue. An indescribable hunger filled you as you kissed him back with everything you had. It was intimate, filthy and you knew one kiss from him wouldn’t be enough.

"Bucky," you breathed out once he broke the kiss.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman because that's what you deserve,” he rasped as he peppered kisses along your face, your eyes slipping shut again. "Fuck, I'm trying to do this right."

"You don't have to be a gentleman."

“So, you want me to be bad?” he asked as his knee moved between your legs. You gripped his shirt, gasping as he rocked his leg up. “Even if I want to take my time with you?”

“You do?" you moaned, pushing your hips down.

"I do. I want to take you out again," he admitted, kissing back to your mouth. "Will you let me?"

You didn't think it was possible for your heart to race faster, but it did. "Yes. I want that, too."

“Tell me what else you want,” he whispered against your lips, taking one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist. “You want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes,” you moaned as you practically humped his knee, eager for whatever he was willing to give you. "Bucky, please."

“You want to come just like this? Getting off against your front door? So desperate for it you can’t even wait until we’re inside?”

Fuck, he’s going to ruin me. You dragged a hand up to grip his hair, shifting slightly to feel if he was hard in his pants. Oh, fuck, he’s big. “Been desperate since we met.”

"Fuck," he groaned as he rolled his hips, pushing harder against your cunt. Your leggings were soaked, your panties ruined, and he had to feel that. "I'll make it so good for you, petal. Open you up really nice and pretty for me. Make you come on my fingers until you cry and beg for my cock."

You panted against his lips, his body supporting yours as your legs began to feel weak. His own breathing sounded harsh as he moved faster, your muscles clenching as you got closer to your peak. "I'll make it good for you, too," you moaned.

You won't want to let me go.

He pressed kisses along your face again as your body shivered. You struggled to keep yourself together, but you wanted to feel out of control. You wanted to feel… passion. "Let go for me, petal."

The words were like velvet on your skin, his mouth covering yours as your orgasm ripped free. His kiss smothered your cry as you rode it out, powerless to do anything but feel. You whimpered as he bit your lip, shaking through your release.

"Fuck, that's beautiful," he hummed, slowly lowering your leg when you whimpered again.

"Holy shit," you sighed. You felt disoriented in the best way as you came back to yourself, catching your breath as your grip loosened on his shirt. It drifted down to gently cup him. "Bucky, you didn't…"

"I'll take care of that," he whispered with a groan, kissing you again. "Just wanted to make you feel good."

You smiled as you moved your hand away, your head still spinning. Your date got you off against your front door and all he cared about was your pleasure. Jesus, anyone could have seen us and I wouldn't have stopped him. "You sure you want to drive home like that?"

"Told you. I'm trying to be a gentleman."

You suddenly felt shy as you peered at him through your lashes. "And you… really want to take me out again?"

Bucky chuckled as he cupped your cheeks. "Didn't I make that clear?"

"Maybe I wanted to hear you say it again," you smiled, brushing your lips against his. Hearing it made it feel more real.

"I want to take you out again," he smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. "And again," he kissed the other corner. "And again."

"So, you'll be my plus one at Ruth's wedding?" you asked hopefully.

"I'd love to. And you already know I'm a good dancer," he replied with a charming grin.

You pulled him in for another kiss, letting yourself float in that hazy cloud for a bit longer. You kept your promise to yourself: you didn't sleep with Bucky after the first date and you asked him to be your date for Ruth's wedding. But the thing you were looking forward to the most was for this incredible florist to unleash the rest of your hidden passion.

I'm his petal now.

Want more beefy florist!Bucky? See how it started with Freshly Picked and how it’s going with Petal. Thank you for reading!

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tojisveryown · 3 years

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"I'm not happy anymore."

Synopsis: The JJK boys tell you they aren't happy with your relationship Warnings: Major Shibuya arc spoilers Tags: Angst Notes: Ouch. Itadori's hurt the most bc HELLO that would actually happen if he did have a love interest :(

ft. Itadori Yuuji, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Noritoshi Kamo

♡*.✧

𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

↳ "I'm not happy anymore y/n." Yuuji's words were soft and subtle. The paining words washed away your heart in sadness. "I'm sorry." You couldn't think of what to say. All you could do was look at your now ex-boyfriend and see how much he's changed. His physical appearance wasn't the only thing that changed. His mentality was the biggest change you noticed.

"I know Yuu, I know." You blinked the tears away and tried your hardest not to let your voice crack "It's quite obvious now. Don't be sorry. It happens." You two shared one final kiss.

That kiss was the last ounce of happiness he'd feel in a while. He loved you, he loved you so much that he broke your heart in order to protect you. Every time Yuuji has someone he cares about, they're always stripped from life. Yuuji didn't want that for you. He couldn't lose you like how he lost Junpei, Nanami, and Nobara.

What he didn't realize was that he'd lose you no matter what he decided to do.

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

↳ You and your fiancé had been arguing nonstop about your upcoming wedding. The stress was taking a tole on you both. With you planning everything out and Satoru going on dangerous missions you couldn't help but feel all alone.

"Come on Satoru! It's one night. Would it kill you to take the day off? Maybe spend some time with your soon to be wife?"

"You know how the higher-ups are. I can't afford to take a day off."

"Really Satoru? You'd rather go to Shibuya for work instead of accompanying your fiancé to our rehearsal dinner?" Gojo sighed and seated himself in one of the couches that sat nicely in the spacey living room. "Is work that important? Am I not important enough?"

"Maybe you're right. Work is that important and maybe — maybe I'm not happy anymore." Gojo choked on his words. He realized what he had said had no meaning to it, he was only in the spur of the moment. However this had been enough for you to put the pieces together.

"Yeah. I'm not happy either." Gojo's heart dropped. Of course he didn't mean what he said but only he knew that. "I'm sorry I thought that I was ever a priority." You were about to disappear into the hallway before you stopped and said "I'll call the wedding off. Have fun in Shibuya."

The next day Gojo Satoru wished he had taken a day off to be with his beloved. He would have never had to relive the trauma of losing his bestfriend. He proposed to you because you mended his heart, and all he's ever done is break yours.

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

↳ You were stuck. Your boyfriend whom you loved so dearly made a decision. One that decided his future. It was so painfully obvious that his vision for his future didn't have you in it. You knew this love you shared had a time limit on it.

"Y/n? Were you listening?" He flashed his tender smile to you.

"Suguru I wanna break up."

"Is this about the thing? Because if it is —"

"No it's not about your decision. It's about your future not having enough room for the both of us. Let's just end it now before it's too late."

"No y/n, don't say that. We can work it out we can —"

"No Getou. We can't. You're not happy with me, and it's painfully obvious. If you were, you wouldn't go off chasing this motive of yours. I'm not enough to make you change your mind, and I think that speaks for itself."

Getou spent the rest of his evening wallowing in the words you had said to him. He had still decided to leave praying that one day you two can meet again in another life living happily, something he couldn't do with you in this life.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

↳ You and Toji were fairly happy with the life you two created for yourselves. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself.

Deep down you always knew that your love wouldn't be enough for the both of you. Toji didn't love you the way you loved him. It was a mere delusion that you indulged yourself in. Toji Fushiguro loving you, how rich.

"Toji." You stood in the door frame of your bedroom. The curtains were closed leaving a dim and cold room. Your husband was sitting at the edge of your shared bed with a cigarette lit between his lips.

"Mhm?" The look he had given you gave you your final answer. He wasn't happy, and he never will be. You're not her. You never will be, so why pretend any longer?

"Nothing." You joined Toji, sitting behind him draping yourself over the muscular figure in front of you. It wasn't so bad.

Maybe you could love him enough for the both of you, maybe.

𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

↳ You and 'toshi have been together for quite some time now, you two were only getting older meaning he needed to settle down soon. You knew that his clan would never accept you as his bride, but you wanted to stay with 'toshi.

However, things don't always go out the way you planned them. "I said I'm not happy." Noritoshi Kamo, the boy you had helplessly fallen for, thinking the time spent on him would mean nothing since you two had 'forever.'

"'toshi? What do you mean? You were fine yesterday— we were fine yesterday."

"I'm sorry y/n, you just don't do it for me anymore."

Noritoshi knew he was lying. His mother knew about you, and as expected she hated you. She saw you as another gold digger looking to snag her son away from the Kamo clan. He knew if he hadn't broken things off with you that you'd end up getting hurt. In order to prevent that Noritoshi had sacrificed the love you two had.

The love that took years to build. "You'll find better." he whispered to himself before giving you one final kiss to the forehead.

♡*.✧

Notes: Idk how to write for Nori but he needs more recognition so >:D ALSO this is unedited lmao

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness · 3 years

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hi I usually love ur takes n some of them have literally meant a lot to me when I was struggling to find myself n somewhat still am but not this time. there's absolutely no need to even try to defend the rich texan man jus cus disappointment isn't a new thing for u guys who've been in the fandom for years. horrible behaviour w/ fans need not be normalised under any circumstances n there's just no need to say 'oh the rich white man mustn't have heard the question or the crying he's not like that.' No. Just no. The solution of going in w/ no expectations may be rational but that's not what happened right. We fully expected to be disappointed wrt destiel n I personally expected a full jomophobe panel tbh but not this shit w/ the grieving fan & girl!jack. if ppl are calling him out on being shitty I absolutely don't see the need to call it an overexaggeration on our part. Sorry it got too long. Sorry if I've hurt you in any way, not my intention. I love you and your patience.

okay so i got a lot of asks yesterday, the day Jensen Said The Thing About Jack, far more than i can possibly answer. and while the majority were positive support (and thank you so much to everyone who sent support, i see you and i love you), but i got several hostile, antagonistic asks, and there was a particular reoccurring theme in them that i did not have the cognitive energy to address yesterday.

however, i have now had time to have a good old fashioned shower argument session, so i'm going to write this out, and i'm choosing this ask because it was at least less hostile than others.

here's the thing. basically everyone who was hostile to me used the exact same words: "why are you defending the rich white middle-aged texan man."

they said those words over and over. rich white middle-aged texan man. rich white middle-aged texan man.

now, if you don't know, i happen to be a white person who has lived in texas my entire life, and is closer to middle-aged than i'd prefer. just so we're all starting on the same page here.

while it's a dangerous thing to do on tumblr, i would like to try and deconstruct some of the logic here.

it appears as though the argument to this statement is simply, "this person has multiple axes of privilege, therefore he is wrong by default and everyone agreeing with him is wrong by default." it appears as though the argument is, "a debate on morality and correct vs incorrect is won or lost based on the amount of privilege held by those having the debate".

because, let me make it perfectly clear: i never said that jensen did absolutely nothing wrong. i never "poor baby"d him. i said that he was probably stressed out and anxious and he probably didn't mean it to come out the way it sounded, but i completely understood why people felt grossed out and upset by what he said. i said that i would like for someone to sit him down and explain to him why what he said was gross so he could do better, because i think that he's a sincere person would do better once he knows better. i did not pull the "stop being so mean to my poor little meow meow" routine. i discussed the subject at length, with what i think is a proper degree of nuance.

but every time i wrote 500 words of nuance, somebody else told me "stop defending the rich white middle aged texan man."

and i don't want to get into a whole essay here, but like..... do you people understand that each one of those things are not, in of themselves, bad?

yes, jensen is "rich", but is not wealthy. if you don't know the difference between 10 million and 10 billion, please do some math. he's a c list celebrity, not elon musk. yes, jensen is white. so am i. so is misha. so are lots of quite decent people. yes, jensen is middle aged. are we really gonna get ageist here and act like not being 20 is a character flaw? all of you will be middle aged someday.

yes, jensen is from texas. do you know why texas is shitty? because of gerrymandering and voter suppression, not because the people who live here suck worse than anywhere else. i see people make posts going "lmao he's literally from texas" like it's hilarious. donald trump was born in new york. what's your fucking point?

and yes, jensen is a man. is radfem rhetoric really so pervasive that i need to say that being a man is not bad? i mean like, it's one thing to vent and joke about men as a class, it's another thing entirely to act as though being a man makes you a bad person. men are not bad. men are fucking great. i love men.

and the thing is, i say all of this, but of course you know it already. because two days ago you knew that jensen was a rich white middle-aged texan man, and you still called him "king" and parasocialized like fucking crazy. when you thought he was gonna go out on stage and say "dean wants cas to fuck him in the ass" you LOVED him, you wanted to suck his dick. you didn't care that he was a rich white middle-aged texan.

but, when he didn't say the things you were demanding he say, you turned on him. he wasn't your king anymore. and then he fumbled a lame joke that was, at worst, casually sexist. (i will no longer entertain anyone saying he sexualized a child. if you cannot understand that alex calvert is in his thirties i do not know what to say to you anymore.) and it's completely fair to say "i don't like that joke, it was casually sexist and made me feel gross." that is completely fair.

BUT. with that, you have to admit that you're not upset about jensen being a rich white middle-aged texan man, you're upset about what he said. and, again, that's fair, as long as you're not twisting it into shit it wasn't. anyone who's upset and grossed out by the "a few more glances" comment, i sympathize with you. i'm not excusing the fact that he said it.

so... we're back to the fact that when i was discussing this, i was trying to discuss the morality of what he said, and whether those of us having the discussion were correct or incorrect in what he meant by what he said. and over and over, people responded with the "rich white middle aged texan man".

which, if you've made it this far, brings me to my ultimate point: i don't know how to tell you this, tumblr, but morality and correctness is not determined by privilege.

the most marginalized person in the room is not inherently the most moral person in the room, or the kindest. being gay or Black or disabled or poor doesn't make you a good person. being kind makes you a good person. and i guess this might be controversial on here, but sometimes privileged people are kind, and sometimes marginalized people are unkind assholes.

i was not defending jensen because he's white or a man, but because i think he's kind, and i think the people trashing him were both unkind and incorrect. i am not going to become so fucking brainrotted that i say "kill him" because the him in question is a white man who said one mildly upsetting thing, and i'm not gonna just go along with people who do.

i do not fucking like the way my dash turned so swiftly from kissing jensen's ass when they thought he was gonna say something gay to literally calling for him to be murdered because he said one dumb thing. the way people acted was unkind and cruel and undeserved, and i don't care how marginalized you are, if you are unkind and cruel for sport, i don't like you. you make fandom a terrible place.

i will defend anyone that i think is a kind, genuine person, and i will call out anyone who i think is an unkind asshole. i don't care if you're gay or trans or a person of color, if you're an unkind asshole, i'm not going to stand by you. your oppression is not an excuse for being a shitty ass person.

and before i end this post that DID turn into an essay despite my best efforts, there's one more thing i'd like to bring up that i found... interesting.

as soon as the dash starting going to hell over The Comment, i immediately saw people saying things like "well what do you expect from a straight man." and those people were the SAME people who have spent months making jokes about jensen being "[gunshots]" and gleefully partaking in my cockles masterlist. in other words, these people have spent nigh a year joking around and agreeing that jensen is a queer man.

but the moment he displeased them, he became a straight man again. as if being queer is only reserved for good people (you do know that queer men can be sexist, right?) and straight = bad. as though they were punishing a queer man by calling him straight.

and ultimately, i think my point is that you don't say "(straight) rich white middle-aged texan man" because you think those really are inherently bad things, because you were a fan of jensen five minutes ago. i think you say that so you have an excuse to be mean. just fucking nasty and unkind and violent and disgusting, really.

as long as he's all those things, there's no problem with saying that he should be shot in the head, right? because of course, it would be Wrong and Terrible to say that a poor disabled native lesbian should be shot in the head because she said something that upset you, right? and the difference would be because, uh... because being marginalized inherently makes you Good and being privileged inherently makes you Bad? so as long as the person in question was born under certain circumstances, it's totally cool and funny to make jokes wishing violent death upon them.

and, before anyone comes to tell me i'm a hypocrite, then, for saying rude things about jared, i'm going to explain, if i must, that the reason i hate jared is because he's not only a self-centered bigot, but because he thinks being cruel for sport is funny. do you get my point?

lastly, before i press post, i'm going to say this one more time: jensen absolutely did not hear that girl crying from backstage. i have been in a convention audience and not been able to clearly hear what a questioner said, because they are not mic'd as well as the person onstage. that is not an excuse, that's just a fact. some event coordinator told jensen to round up misha for the next thing on the schedule, jensen did not know what was currently going on, and he came out teasing in a way that would have been perfectly fine if the question was light-hearted, which they usually are. someone asking a question involving how to cope with the death of their abusive father is simply not what is typically happening at convention panels. he didn't. fucking. know.

at this point, i think that you guys actually just enjoy tearing people down and manipulating something into an excuse to be cruel. you view real, actual human people with feelings as toys to be played with, and when they don't dance the way you like, you throw a tantrum. and if that's what you want out of fandom, stop making any pretense of valuing kindness.

#jen #denvercon #wank for ts #long post for ts #anonymous #ask #i know this is abysmally long but fuck i just needed to get it out #death tw #violence tw

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