#to talk with the men. he listened to people who lost their husbands and sons. he was also doing work to raise money for a

[manlywitch]

How bout possessive Shigaraki & Dabi x male reader?

Where the reader has been hanging around other people besides the LoV and the two are getting jealous. Extremely jealous.

ahhhh, tysm !! this request makes me so happy, and i hope you enjoy this one!!! have a great day or night! (⌒‐⌒)💙.

I accidently posted it while I was still working on it, I love how cool my fast ass fingers are /J

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⭐️> A bit of a masochist Shiggy and Dabi...

🌱> Proofread ?- ❌️

⭐️> A tad bit of yandere- ish behavior.

🌱> Reader is kind of a male bitch.

⭐️> SFW(-ish)

🌱> Type - Not even sure (🫧)

⭐️> I'm not even sure if this makes sense, but we'll roll with it.

🌱> Reader has a teleportation quirk.

FEM ALIGNED DNI. ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ`✦ ˑ ִֶ

•◇ᵐᵃⁿˡʸʷⁱᵗᶜʰ◇•

A beautiful green landscape was next to you whilst sitting in the train looking out of the window, your friend sitting next to you chatting about whatever. You weren't listening at this point being zoned out.

It wasn't like you were thinking about anything or anyone at the moment.

Just the type of zoned out where you would stare at nothingness until it gets blurry.

"Uh...(M/n)-?"

"(M/n)?"

"Son of a b-" a pinch to your ear got you out of the weird ass trance you were in as you looked plainly at your friend.

"Okay, so like I was saying -" your friend continued <their> speech, and you responded with 'Yes' and 'mhm' occasionally.

The feeling of eyes watching you suddenly hit you when a man sitting opposite of the train directly looking at you grabbed your attention.

He looked away as soon as he noticed you saw him, not before noticing blue-ish hair from under his hoodie slightly drooping out.

You knew who it was.

'Fucking idiot' you thought knowing who this guy was.

The weird ass stalker who was also known as your 'boss' as you put it.

Ever since joining the LoV, you noticed two men both trying to gain your attention in 'subtle' ways.

"Okay...(M/n) I will literally cut off your dick if you don't listen to me -" Your friend cut you out of your thoughts, and your attention was back to <them>.

Half an hour later, you got off your train and parted ways with your friend.

You knew Tomura was behind you.

You could feel his eyes piercing through your skull.

You took a left turn into an alleyway, the skinny man following behind you.

You stopped at some point and used your quirk. Tomura, not sure why you stopped.

"Why are you still talking to- " you heard him say, you knew he was a dumb impatient brat but holy fuck.

Couldn't he just stay silent? Like... He was trying to be stealthy or whatever.

you teleported in front of him, face lowered to his and seeing red before he could even finish his sentence. “don’t you dare,” you breathe as you curled your fingers around the pale man's throat and pressing down with careful pressure. “if i so much as hear <their> name leave your lips,” you leaned closer, your lips barely brushing the stunned man's neck. “i will fucking castrate you in your sleep..."

Your tone was threatening and serious, but Tomura was still a bit giddy, feeling your hand around his neck still recalling the feeling.

It almost gave him a hard on.

He was trying to contain a smirk knowing that you touched him and not Dabi.

He just wanted you to also get the feeling you were about to get a boner if he were to touch you.

Maybe? He hoped, at least.

After he lost the giddiness and all that of being touched by his dear 'future husband', it only got replaced with jealousy and hatred from the thought of your 'friend' it gave a sour taste in his mouth.

He was still standing there the same way. You scoffed and walked away.

| 🌱💙🌱 『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

You walked back in to the usual stuff that happened in the abandoned bar that you and the other members of the LoV called a base.

Just Kurogiri cleaning glasses that already seemed clean to you

and Toga laying on the couch drinking some random drink that was blood with some random juice mixed while watching some random gorey film.

And Dabi-? Probably in his room doing. . . No one knows.

When you walked into your room, you found out you were completely wrong about what Dabi was doing since he actually was sitting on your bed.

He ushered you over and made you sit next to him

"I just got a call from crusty fuck..." Dabi said in a deep almost threatening tone.

"Me and him have decided to claim you. So you're officially ours now. You can not say no." He said, smirking most likely proud he got to claim his lil' 'bunny'.

When Tomura walked in, you were immediately sandwiched by the possessive men.

"Motherfuckers-" You couldn't say anything else before you felt hands wrapped around you.

|🌱💙🌱 『⋇⊶⊰time skip⊱⊷⋇』

You awoke the next day, your body marked up with hickeys and scratches.

'Fuckin' assholes...'

In the background, you heard your 'boyfriends' talking about how handsome you looked with their marks all over you.

Guess this was your life now.

ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ `✦

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I hope this is what you wanted.

I always love new requests, so absolutely send them in when you get an idea!!🌱

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[wito-chan-bla-bla]

This is a little bit about Satoru's parents

I know that no one has ever asked for this, but... here.

To somehow justify what is happening, I added a little “(Y/N)”

~

I know this is a fairly rare opinion, but…

What if Satoru's parents are normal?

There are many works where his parents are described as people who have never loved each other and who have an unhappy marriage, but if... if they really aren't?

I think of Satoru as an exact copy of his father, except that older Gojo has a more serious look and a more masculine expression. He was not born "the strongest", but he was born like the heir of the clan, and therefore from childhood was surrounded by intrigues, conspiracies and elders who tried to control him. Gojo was forced to learn everything (from techniques to economics), because otherwise his clan could be destroyed by other sorcerers. Gojo was forced to endure pressure and strict upbringing, constant advice from "people who know better how to act." As a result, Satoru's father grew up as a man with an unchanging face and no emotions, listening to the elders' words, but secretly despising them and hating them for constantly trying to pry into his affairs.

He was the one who would instill in his son a dislike for the elders. He would throw random phrases here and there while talking to his wife or to himself, but Satoru hears everything. "They might all be three times my age together, but I'm the head of the clan. If they think they can influence me because of my status, then they're wrong! " "Someday I'll retire, go crazy, and finally be able to throw hot tea in that idiot's face. He talks so much that I almost lost my ears at the last meeting." "If any of them even once tries to marry two relatives to get a "child with incredible strength," I'll just spit in everyone's face.""

Gojo would try to protect his son as much as possible from the pressure that was put on him as a child, but he still wouldn't be able to completely hide the cruel world of sorcerers from Satoru. However, he would also show his son that power decides everything, especially if this power can trample another person and turn them to dust under his feet.

In his spare moments, he would teach Satoru techniques and maybe even go to some festival with him, so that little Gojo would feel like a child at least a little. Otherwise, Gojo would be swamped with paperwork and forced to attend official meetings.

He would be the one who would invite you to the manor "for a cup of tea" as soon as he found out about the relationship. The man seemed intimidating and passive-aggressive, but once you get to know him better, you realize that your lover's father is not so bad, moreover, he is quite cute. Gojo would like to learn more about your relationship with his son, so that you can understand how much it is worth to break your hopes and warn you about the endless attempts on your life that are definitely waiting for you as soon as you decide to get even closer to Satoru.

(After several meetings with you, Satoru would be thrilled to tell you how another photo appeared on his father's desk: next to the photo of the clan head, his wife, and son, there was a separate one showing you holding the hand of your lover with a big smile.)

I think Satoru's mother is like a woman from some noble clan who is crazy enough to cross the elders' path, beautiful enough to make all the men turn to look at her, and tall enough to change a light bulb without a ladder. She and her husband would meet when Gojo was looking for a bride. (The man, then still a teenager, was simply not interested in a relationship because of how much paperwork was piled on his white-haired head.) Standing in front of many young girls, the clan heir would simply say something like, "Whichever of you wins will become my wife. I went to double-check the annual report." In the end, just five minutes later, in the middle of a field of groaning wizards, Satoru's mother one left, grinning, her kimono torn, but with a big, cheeky smile on her lips.

She was the one who would make Satoru what he is... that is, a spoiled and cheeky boy. She would spoil her son to the point where even her husband would have questions. "Can you stop giving him gifts just because he exists?! " "But he's so nice and cute, look at him! And he didn't do "anything". He learned a new technique!" "He learned the technique three months ago, and you still give him gifts!" In response, the woman would simply continue to hold her son to her and kiss his face.

She would open "the world of sweets" to Satoru. Yes, he actively started eating sweets only in high school, but before that, the woman constantly dragged him some goodies from the city. She would also steal her son from official meetings where the little kid simply has nothing to do, and go throw a "little party" in the city while boring men discuss their boring affairs.

She would accept you into the family even if you were only in a relationship with her son for one day. The woman is so tired of the monotony of living in a large clan that she would just drag you to go shopping every single day, taking advantage of the fact that she has an infinite amount of money due to her position as the wife of the clan head. She would definitely show a LOT of photos of her son as a child, and even the "the strongest" couldn't stop the woman from showing you Satoru in cute pajamas as some kind of animal sitting on the floor with a big plush toy and chewing on its paw.

Whenever you visited the clan to attend family dinners, Satoru would run with wild screams and wide-open arms to hug his parents. His mother would rush forward to jump on her son, and his father would just silently but lovingly slap him on the back or shoulder. They would not allow you to meet the elders once again, preferring to go to a restaurant in the city or even a picnic in the park, even if it is not as safe as in the clan territory.

They would be the happiest people once they knew that their son had found love. They would do anything for you, help you give advice during a fight, or just listen. They won't let you feel alone or forgotten, even when their son is on a mission in another country.

They don't care if you're a sorcerer from a great clan, just a sorcerer, or an ordinary person. They will love and protect you like Satoru does, because their son's favorite person is their favorite person.

(Just don't try to distract his father while working or try to steal his mother's food: it will end up very sad).

All in all, the Gojo clan is a dangerous and scary place. But if you do decide to become part of this family, the people closest to you will definitely support you.

(Just be careful when you get married to Satoru. His mother really wants to see her grandchildren).

#satoru gojo #gojo #Jujutsu Kaisen #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #x reader

[owlsie-hoot]

Because I am still *uck*ng shadow banned by tumblr and cannot join discussions underneath posts (yay. thanks tumblr) but have so many things on my mind, here’s a very long meta about the CS, the things that happened after the kiss and what that did to my fangirl brain.

First of all: 

Audrey considers Skeldale and Darrowby her home. Tristan and James are her surrogate sons, she is the only person in this house that can see right through Siegfried and who understands him (and also the only person he confides in, especially in series 3!). So for me there is just NO WAY that she would leave all that behind and go to effing Hull with Gerald. 

Gerald is a nice guy, kind, a good listener, he makes her laugh, he is easy to be around, they have things in common, can talk about their experience during the Great War, have an easy excuse to spend time together (walking dogs). He is also a very plain character, not difficult at all. There is simply nothing to worry about. Audrey has had her fair share of being around abusive (husband) and complicated (Siegfried) men. Perhaps that’s why she enjoys Geralds company so much. He is “low maintenance”. 

However, we know that for him, Audrey is more than a friend (remember Tristan talking to him and letting him know that Audrey is part of their family and no one is allowed to hurt her and he answers that he means a great deal to him too) to him and that’s why he hopes for more but doesn’t push his luck because that’s not in his character. 

So their relationship remains that of two dear friends until that weird moment in the Christmas Special when Gerald mentions he’s moving to Hull. Why have they stopped seeing in each other and not talked about such an important change in their relationship? Cheap plot line that was only used to make Audrey kiss him? Because she cannot bear to lose another person she holds dear (Edward, Tristan)? She is truly shocked by this revelation and comes up with this plan of the Christmas party that doesn’t actually exist so she can invite him without making it look like he’s more to her than a dear friend. (and this makes at least a bit of sense even if it hurts my shipper heart) Still, why hasn’t he let her know about his plans before? They have talked about everything before that moment (about her husband, about Edward!), why not about Hull. 

On Christmas Eve, Audrey is as nervous as she was during the 2nd Christmas special (where she made a special effort with her outfit for Gerald, because Diana suggested it). But this time there is more at stake. She wants to say a proper good bye, whatever this may look like. Probably because she hadn’t had the chance to say good bye to Edward the way she wanted to. Maybe she does not want to make that mistake a second time. Even if I still find this a bit too much, I can still get behind that idea and her behaviour. 

And then the kiss happens. Not just one kiss, but two. And that’s the moment when this stops making sense to me. She is still wearing her wedding ring, she does not talk badly about her husband, she tries to understand him (she is the patron saint of lost causes after all, not a bad word about anyone), and she is not a person that enters a relationship while still married. Her moral values are too high for that. They could have hugged. She could have told him that she would miss him and their walks and conversations. But no, she kisses him because she thinks he came back for her (at least that’s how I read her reaction when he says that he came back for his coat) and then he kisses her and she leans into that second kiss. And then it’s all over and not mentioned at all the next day. So why have them kiss then? 

That’s the one problem I have with that scene. 

Second problem: Siegfried is the only person in a house filled with people, who sees them kiss. Twice. And his face says it all. He does not smile (indicating he is happy for her), he does not look away (because he is too shocked?), he stares and to me he looks like he is hurt, surprised and shocked at the same time. Yet, he also does not mention this moment at all the next day. There is not even a tiny moment between him and Audrey that suggests that the kiss has ever happened. And yet, it affected them both A LOT when it happened. 

Why let him witness that kiss? Why make her kiss Gerald then? Because it will be part of a storyline in the upcoming series? That is likely to start with an episode set in spring, months after Christmas? If this moment was only meant to show Siegfried that Audrey can have a life outside Skeldale, to make him realise that she might not stay with him forever, then good. Let this be the catalyst for him to tell her that she is not only a housekeeper to him. 

As for Audrey, I cannot see her leaving and start a relationship with Gerald: she is still married, she would not leave Siegfried alone while Tristan is gone (Helen and James can never take care of him like she can, I think she’d be too scared that something would happen to Siegfried, should she leave). So what does she think about that kiss? How can she get out of that situation? Tell Gerald “Oh I was just having a kiss under the mistletoe?” Unlikely. She has to talk to him and there has to be some kind of explanation for this. Or it will again feel ooc. 

In any case: I do hope that we see the bond between Siegfried and Audrey grow stronger in series 4 because they both have loved ones fighting in the war. And that Gerald becomes a memory, a person that is sometimes mentioned but that’s about it. Please let that kiss only act as a catalyst? 

#too long #audrey hall #siegfried farnon #siegfriedxaudrey #acgas 2020 #acgas #long meta and this is not even all #there is more in my head

[alyxovert]

⊱┊dialogue : twdg - season 1

alamort (adj.) • half dead of exhaustion

change names/pronouns/tense as needed!

a new day

“regardless, could be you just married the wrong woman.”

“it goes to show, people will up and go mad when they believe their life is over.”

“well, do what you think you should.”

“frankly, i think it’s because he’s dumb as a bag of hammers… but he makes up for it with enthusiasm.”

“you two actually look relaxed.”

“people don’t want to die ignorant, i guess.”

“but at least you have the common sense to listen to a man giving you advice.”

“sorry? your son is alive. you don’t get to be sorry!”

“you’re gonna whoop me? you and what homo parade?”

“maybe you’re a murderer, but i don’t really care.”

“why don’t you want to talk about your family? do they like… hate you?”

“…you have a boyfriend?”

“there’s no happy ending to this.”

“you’re a good man.”

“god bless you.”

“i’m not letting somebody else get eaten today… especially not a good friend.”

“you like my daughter?” “her dad tried to kill me so…”

starved for help

“he was never going to survive.”

“god help us.”

“go ahead and run! we ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“jesus… there’s a kid mixed up in this?” “was, more like.”

“you’re not men, you’re monsters. all men are monsters.”

“take a can of beans, take a little girl. it’s all the fucking same to you.”

“i’m putting this arrow right through your BALLS.”

“jesus, man! i’m from florida! crazy shit just comes out of my mouth sometimes… sorry.”

“it’s always something with this guy.”

“you’re all sick… sick in the head!”

“what the fuck… the fucking… what fuck?!”

“i’ll kill you!”

“you’re not worth to energy to hate.”

“you’re already tainted.”

“who the fuck do you people think you are?!”

“it’s over!”

“they’re not coming.”

long road ahead

“we just lost everything.”

“get the fuck over it.”

“i’ll die out here!” “i don’t care.”

“i don’t have anything left.”

“dead get ‘em?” “no.” “ah, livin’ got ‘em.”

“he’s out of time.”

“wake the fuck up, man.”

“how the fuck do you calm down after a day like today?”

“you’ll fucking lose everything acting like this!”

“what a mess.”

“i could kill you!”

“i had to tell someone…”

“that’s what everybody says.”

“oh, so he gets to swear.”

“god, you’re a real son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

around every corner

“confidence is earned, ben.”

“we are fucked!”

“if now ain’t the time for a drink…”

“i’m not leaving you with ben, i’m leaving him with you.”

“have you lost your motherfucking mind?”

“he ain’t shit now.”

“i don’t owe you anything.”

“are we really gonna do this now?”

“this is all i have left of her.”

“shut the fuck up.”

“you little pissant! you’re fucking dead! you hear me? DEAD!”

“my wife?! and child?! YOU GOT THEM BOTH FUCKING KILLED!”

“you can whoop his skinny little ass later!”

“you know she thinks the world of you.”

“she’s my family now. she’s all i got.”

no time left

“please don’t hurt her.”

“you’re fucking dead! i don’t know who you are but i will kill you, do you understand?!”

“if i don’t live through this—”

“we thought maybe we lost you…”

“you lost some blood.”

“i think i just peed myself.”

“why the hell are we letting the one-armed guy do all the high risk maneuvers?” “cause the one-armed guy insists. now shut up about it.”

“i’m fucked.”

“i lived through it; which is a start.”

“this is not happening…”

“everything is so fucked…”

“stop pushing me around and stop wishing i was dead!”

“give me a fucking break!”

“kill anything that gets in.” “you know you’re talking to ME, right?”

“i’m sorry, okay? fuck, we can’t do this!”

“then kill me, you son of a bitch, okay?! don’t even fucking hesitate!”

“is this really possible?”

“i’m sorry.”

“i wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“judging by the decor of this room, i’d guess they were pbs watchers.”

“i could’ve done more.”

“i could’ve been a better husband… a better father… could’ve been a better friend.”

“me and my fuckin’ mouth…”

“it’s just something i gotta do. you know that.”

“have you ever hurt somebody you care about?”

“do i look like a monster to you?” “we all do.”

“i hate seeing you like this.”

“i just miss your smile, honey.”

“i thought you were gone.”

“they’re dead… they really are…”

“i’ll miss you.”

i know this game is ten years old but i just completed all of it for the first time a few days ago so… this is my way of celebrating. this is also my way of coping.

also, the game is over nine hours long, i just knew i could get hella dialogue starters from it… which i did! instead of my usual 25-30 starters, this has close to (if not over) 90!

the funniest part? considering i’m taking these word for word from the game and not thinking of these myself, you’d expect this to have taken a few minutes. this took me 6 hours. today was supposed to be my lazy day but woah.

[requests : temporarily closed]

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[tobiramamonmari29]

outside perspective:

Tajima and butsuma was married but also a father with a blended family. They had both lost their wives, then had met. Their love was a cow love, two frank men, Critical and stoic. they had a total of 6 children together, it hadn't been easy at first. But they ended up saying that they could discuss this dispute instead because the other had disputed his son.

Tajima: I hate parties.

Butsuma: You've already told me enough in the car.

tajima: the school party is the worst. You meet parents you don't like and kids who aren't yours but you still have to watch. Because your own child is sure to come last.

Butsuma: darling, shut your mouth we can hear you.

tajima: don't worry, we're still in the parking lot.

Butsuma: It's not just us in this parking lot. It doesn't belong to you. He said clicking his tongue.

Tajima: I'm sure we'll see this teacher again that Itama called a curmudgeon.

Butsuma: don't tell me about it....

tajima: i told you that letting the kids speak their mind out loud was wrong.

Butsuma: It never caused me a problem.

Tajima: Yeah, you don't know... It's at my place that people complain.

butsuma: stop complaining, you must have liked hearing them.

Tajima: shut up a bit... Watch out, a mother is coming our way... I don't like her either.

Butsuma: Of course you like people.

Kushina: Hey! Butsuma and tajima how are you.

tajima: long before-butsuma nudged him not to say more.

Butsuma: we are still doing well. But you cut your hair?

Kushina: last month, she said laughing and hitting him softly. If observant butsuma haha.

Butsuma: last month? wow I never would have believed you are so beautiful too.

Kushina: oh butsuma! Don't flirt with me in front of your husband. He could be jealous, let's see.

Tajima: from you-!? Another blow comes in his ribs. I should be worried considering your beauty indeed.

Kushina: Alright I'm going. see you later!! The red-haired woman left smiling with a big gesture. Butsuma turned back to her husband.

Tajima: what?

Butsuma: say what you have to say.

Tajima: I have nothing to say.

Butsuma: if you say so.

Tajima: if you insist my love.

butsuma: yes, I insist oulala. He said with a sigh.

Tajima: I don't like that woman! Does she feel flirted? Doesn't she already have a husband, this tchoin!? Nah what's that hair color? Me threatened by her! I'm laughing about it ! Ah! The dredge more or I stumble you. I'm not jealous or anything! She shouldn't end up disappointed. Chip.

Butsuma: are you finished? It's about to start.

Tajima: Only if you don't tell anyone else.

Butsuma: Hn.

the men arrived where the spectacle of the children of all classes was to take place. Tajima was already grumbling because he wasn't in front and he couldn't see well.

Butsuma: I told you to take your glasses but you never listen to me.

tajima: I listen to half that's it.

Butsuma: Afterwards you will complain of headaches.

Tajima: That's not true. And if so it's because this bitch is screaming at her unworthy husband.

Butsuma: Like you care anyway.

tajima: I hope she won't get up last year there was the woman who was in front always on the end.

Butsuma: she was a teacher she had to film....

Tajima: Well she wasn't transparent! Or even the year before we had to go down a rank for a man.

butsuma: the man was in a wheelchair.

Tajima: they think they can do anything.

Butsuma: Hn.

The show started with Hashirama's class. He was doing a show that talked about ecology and the dangers of the environment. hashirama was a sick tree that had to be taken care of by the other children.

Tajima: your son is a tree.

Butsuma: he's also your son now so shut up.

Madara entered Hashirama's show. he made the fire that burned the forest by throwing red and orange colored fabrics on hashirama who pretended to die.

Butsuma: Madara just threw fabrics at Hashirama.

tajima: Madara is a real comedian, how come he only hits hashirama with fabric!?

Butsuma: they are 9 years old.... What are you talking about.

Izuna and Tobirama have arrived. Izuna was a rich boy and Tobirama a poor boy. they had to show the children that no matter the social status everyone could get along. And also showed that bullying was something really unhealthy.

Tajima: come on Izuna hits Tobirama!!!

Butsuma: Damn darling! Sit down damn it.

Tajima: what!? but why is this the best moment of this show.

Butsuma: This is a scene that shows bullying is not a good thing.

Tajima: so what? That doesn't mean Izuna has to lose.

Butsuma: I'm really sorry. He said to the parents who watched them.

itama and kawarama had finally arrived. Tajima was fed up and butsuma was fed up with tajima. Kawarama and Itama showed that the smallest thing could save the planet. He was dancing with signs and picking up litter on stage playing key, key. The show was finally over.

Itama: dad you saw my show.

Butsuma: That was awesome honey.

Kawarama: and me!?

Butsuma: you were great.

Madara: Dad your sight.

Tajima: Yeah, that sucked.

Madara: what?

Butsuma: That was great! Dad and I are proud of you, the others were to shit!

Hashirama: Me too!?

Izuna: And me then butsuma!!

Tobirama: Hn.

Butsuma: great great! Not real tajima.

Tajima: I say the same as your father.

Butsuma: you had interest. Come on, let's get the kids home! let's celebrate at home.

Children: YEAHHH!! They say running to the car.

Butsuma: you're serious! Asshole.

Tajima: Well what?

Butsuma: let's go. He said with a sigh.

End.

#oneshot #butsuma #tajima x butsuma #butsuma x tajima #tajibutsu #tajima #butsutaji #tajima uchiha #Butsuma senju #yaoi #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #senju tobirama #Izuna uchiha #itama senju #kawarama senju

[kariachi]

Okay, I have to poke this because this is the topic of the day- that weird-ass end to Looma and Ben’s initial engagement, where Looma challenges Julie to combat for the crime of being a chick Ben is into, with the fate of the planet of the line if anyone interferes, and upon kinda losing? Calls the whole engagement off because she’s lost the right to Ben to, somebody who didn’t fucking want him in the first place.

Just- The way the ladies are handled in OV, because this is another example of it. Everything up to that point works in-universe. Whether it’s good writing, well, we’re not here to be rude, but it works. And then Looma learns Julie and Ben might be a thing. And just- It’s unnecessary. You don’t need to make the conflict there over Ben. She’s kidnapped people, that is reason enough to have a nice fight scene there. There is no reason for this to be a situation.

‘But Achi-’ Don’t even start, look at the way the ladies are handled throughout OV. This is what I’m dealing with. How much of the conflict between women in that show is over men? How much of it serves no real purpose besides to go ‘watch these women fight over our main character!’? It’s all for the sake of pointless drama with no care for the actual characters or the worldbuilding or any understanding of how harem works are supposed to go, the suitors are supposed to all be viable options so that you get the ‘who will they choose’ question you cannot be doing this to them-!

I’m okay. I’m okay. We’re good. We’re also fucking tossing that because it doesn’t actually come to anything anyway given Looma just turns right the fuck around and decides to take back her dropping of the engagement. Why, canonically, she decided to go back for the guy she supposedly lost all right to and who never even pretended to be down with the situation rather than try to grab Kevin again I have no idea, but by tossing this we lose that question entirely. Either Rules of Engagement doesn’t end with the ending of Ben and Looma’s engagement, or it does because people fucking communicate.

Because you have that option. People can communicate. It’s allowed, and actually makes for a stronger work overall. And before you come over here with ‘well Looma doesn’t listen to people’ the one character she’s likely to listen to out of all this is right there. She’s specifically here to do her duty by and make an impression on her mother-in-law, and you’re telling me they couldn’t have Sandra sit down and talk with her? Of course not, gods forbid we have a situation handled with words between women that doesn’t rely on Ben acting as the voice of reason. Why the writers’ room may have fucking melted.

Just, it’s so emblematic of the shit treatment of women in OV. Charmcaster gets to go completely around the bend, have the shit she’s pulled blamed on it, and then held without trial or even arrest because gods forbid she have proper agency in her own story. Julie gets dropped in a manner that still has fans trying to claim she’s a piece of shit. Gwen gets relegated to fucking side character status. Attea gets aged up specifically so she can be a love interest for Ben and then is kept as a villain who sure as shit isn’t a viable option because the writers never actually watched a harem work. Looma gets all signs of depth ignored in favor of using her and her plight as a source of easy violence and conflict, while again keeping her as a villain who isn’t a viable option despite being presented as a love interest. Ester gets to be a proper viable love interest but Ben’s shit boyfriend-ness is turned up to 11 to the point he fucking ghosts her. Kai doesn’t even get to properly grow together with Ben, instead having her future son be used as a plot device to shove the two of them together. Attea and Looma’s desire for husbands is twisted into a lack of self worth neither has ever shown so that Ben can pull out a ‘you don’t need a man’ speech that isn’t even relevant to their situations but is treated as if it is for some god forsaken reason. The entirety of Most Dangerous Gameshow exists.

And that’s not even getting into the character designs!

The whole thing is a fucking mess and these ladies deserved so much better.

#achi rants #especially looma #looma deserves so much more

[abbatoirablaze]

Sentimental Me, Chapter 11

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:  spousal abuse, violence, slapping/punching, jealousy, stalking.

Lee felt his blood boil at the mere name.

Bobby.

Robert Michael Briscoe.

Her husband.

As she took a step back, he grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "ain't nothing gonna happen to you on my watch, okay kiddo?" 

She nodded and followed Lee as he led her further into the house. When they got to the dining room, Lee could see his wife sitting down with another woman.

Jane.

And beside her is a man.

His dark eyes caught the couple just inside the kitchen, and he lit up.  He was about six feet tall, the same as Lee, but he looked like he'd stepped out of a catalogue.  Pointed jaw line that was boxy.  Muscles that he'd had when he was in his teens could have rivalled this mans, but now that he was in his 30s, Lee was sure that most women would have chosen Bobby's muscles over his own soft body. 

But not her...Not his girl.  

"Babydoll," the man smiled. He stood up and looked at Dotty. His smile faded as he noticed her hand holding onto Lees. He saw the man's jaw clench, "and who the hell is this?  You whorin’ around on me with some countr-“

"That's my husband Lee," Flo nodded, cutting Bobby off before he could finish his accusation. She smiled at her husband, and Dotty dropped his hand, realizing that maybe the way she'd walked into the room wasn't correct for two married people who's spouse wasn't the hand they were holding,  "momma, you remember Lee, right?"

"It's mother, Florence," she said in a pointed tone, "Dorothy.  We've been worried sick about you.  You haven’t the idea the amount of trouble we’ve endured looking for you!" 

"I'm sorry," she replied apologetically. Lee watched the interaction between his wife and mother-in-law before giving his attention back to the man in question, "Lee. This Bobby."

"Robert," her mother corrected. She turned so that she was facing the scene, "well isn't this cute?  Dorothy, you came to visit your sister...well, the fun is over.  Come here."

Dot shook her head, clinging to Lee's sleeve.  Lee puffed out his chest a bit, proud that his girl wanted to stay by his side, but both Robert and Jane frowned.

"I don't want to go back, momma.  I-I want to stay here with Flo and Lee.”

"Dorothy, sweetheart," the man cooed, holding his hands out to her.  She shrank away from him, clutching onto Lee’s arm, "what are you talking about? Of course you do. Don't you miss our beautiful estate outside of town? I worked on the nursery while you were away."

Florence watched as a look of pain crossed her little sister's features at the mention of her pregnancy, "there is no baby, Bobby."

"What are you talking about?" he laughed, shaking off the statement, "of course there is. We just saw the doctor two weeks ago.  Your head is everywhere since you’ve fallen pregnant…silly wife, how could you not remember?"

"She lost it," Lee said simply, "you beat it out of her, you son of a bitch."

"Listen," the man laughed, disregarding Lee’s accusation, "I don't know what stories she's been cooking up, but I didn't beat my wife.  Granted, I’m stern with her, as every husband should be with such a wild woman as her, but I don’t beat her. I'm concerned for her. Hired a PI to come track her down. Does that seem like the kind of guy that would beat on a pregnant woman?"

"Does if he's desperate."

The two men eyed one another down.

"I'm not leaving here without my wife."

"And as the sheriff, I'm gonna have to insist that you do," Lee shrugged, "when Dotty came to us, I told her that she didn't have to do nothing she didn't want to. Now she's made it clear to Flo and I that she don't wanna go back to Manhattan. So, we ain't gonna make her."

"My wife's name is Dorothy," the man said with a simple smile, "and Dorothy is clearly unstable.  I’ve let her go freely long enough.  Dorothy, babydoll, get your stuff. We are going home and you are getting help.  Come on, now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Then neither am I."

"You see," Lee smirked, "that's where you're wrong. You're on private property. My private property. And we ain't in Manhattan, city boy. I'm the law here. So, you're gonna get the hell out of my house, and leave this girl alone, because we already filed a report against you for abuse. And if you don't go, I'mma have to add harassment to that."

"You've got to be kidding me."

Lee looked at the man, and the two of them glared at one another.

"Dorothy. Come here. Now."

"She ain't no trained dog," Lee said, shaking his head, "she's a woman. You treat your momma or sisters the way you treat her?"

"I don't think I like the way your husband is acting, Florence."

"Well, I believe my husband has asked him to leave politely, mother," she said with a wicked grin. When her mother didn't respond she dropped a coffee cup to the ground, breaking it, "oh sweetie, I think Mr. Briscoe here is trying to go for aggravated assault and destruction of private property."

Her mother stood up abruptly and slapped her across the face, "you ungrateful little bitch."

"See, I really wish you hadn't a done that," Lee said with a firm sigh. He pulled the cuffs off his belt and held them out, "Jane Smith you are under arrest for aggravated assault against my wife, Florence Bodecker."

"This is outrageous," the man growled as Lee walked up and cuffed his mother-in-law. He pushed past Lee and went to grab his own wife, "Dorothy, come.  We’re going to go home, now!"

"I don't want to leave." she repeated, pushing herself against the counter in the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her towards the door. When she fought against it, he turned and backhanded her.

"DAMMIT DOROTHY!" he yelled. He grabbed her arm and ripped her off the ground. Her momentum kept her forward as she slammed into the wall, a heavy thud coming from the entryway. Lee ran after them just in time to see him cowering over her form, "YOU SEE WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO, HUH!  A GOOD WIFE WOULDN’T BE ACTIN’ UP LIKE THIS!"

Lee pulled his gun and aimed it at the man, "I'm gonna tell you one time, and one time only, step away from Dotty, Mr. Briscoe."

Bobby looked up at Lee, and away from his wife, "you gonna arrest me, sheriff."

"You want to press charges, Dot?"

"Yes," she whimpered, "j-just make him go…please, Lee…p-please!"

"Yep," Lee nodded to the guy. Bobby looked at the sheriff then to his wife, before taking a step back, "Robert Briscoe you're being arrested for the aggravated assault of your wife, Dorothy Briscoe, as well as intimidation, and spousal abuse."

"Doesn't matter," he spat as Lee threw the cuffs on him, "little town like this. I can make it disappear. Good lawyers will take care of it." 

They had gone back down to the hospital after Lee turned over Jane and Bobby to the officers at the station. Amongst her collection of bruises from the first time, there was already a deep purple handprint around her wrist, and she had begun to get some bruises on her back from when he'd shoved her into the wall, and a very large bruise forming on her cheek from when he’d backhanded her.

She didn't let go of Lee the whole time.  She had clung to Florence when Lee first arrested Jane and Bobby, sobbing into her sister’s dress, but when Florence said she wanted to stay with Deputy Adam at the station, she transferred her sister to Lee’s awaiting arms.

And while he should have separated himself from the events that occurred, he just couldn't. He had to be there for her.  He had to protect her.  She looked at him with those big doe eyes, and he just couldn't let her go.

When the town had gotten word about what happened to Dotty, they immediately closed in on her, being supportive as one might expect. Whether they did it out of loyalty to the Bodecker family, or because she'd met and befriended quite a few of them in the week that she'd been staying with them, the women were quick to drop by and offer her a shoulder to lean on, and the men quickly offered to go beat her husband's skull in.

And in those few days, Lee felt a new pride rise in his chest for the community he'd lived in.  After a day, Bobby had managed to get in front of a judge, and his lawyer argued that she was an unstable woman who ran away from the marriage because she's young and immature.

Even the judge was disgusted by the pictures and two hospital admissions which included the doctor's testimony about how she'd had numerous existing injuries that had healed.

He let Bobby out but told the man to go back to New York. But the hard-headed asshole wouldn't.  Lee noticed the black car at the end of the street the first day he was out. He drove right back to the house, and took Dot by the hand, making sure he dropped her off at work, personally.

When he got a call from Herb a few hours later that Bobby was sitting at the counter, drinking nothing but coffee all day, he stopped down personally. As he made his way into the diner Barbie rushed him to the back before he could so much as say a word to Briscoe.

Dotty had been making herself scarce, and was in the changing room. As soon as the door opened and she saw Lee, she rushed him, burying her face in his chest, clinging to him like he was the only person in the world she truly trusted. He wrapped her up in his arms, and rubbed her back, "I got you, peaches. It's okay."

"I'm afraid to even be out there, Lee…h-he showed up and I swear, I was shaking so hard…I dropped an order for a table and Barbie told me to just stay back here til you came," she whispered against him. She held onto him for all that she was worth, "what if he does something? What if he makes me go back? I-I can't go back, Lee."

"He won't do nothing to you," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I'm gonna go out there, and get some lunch. And I'm gonna sit here til the end of your shift, okay?  I’m gonna be right there, and if he so much as thinks of trying anything, I’m throwing his ass in jail, alright?  You trust me, don’t you, peaches?"

She nodded, ponytail bouncing as she showed that she understood. As she moved a few steps back, he wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, erasing the tear stains, "t-thank you Lee."

He pulled her in for one more reassuring hug, and then he turned on his heel. Barbie was giving him a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry I had Herbie call you. She just became a mess when that man came in. Wouldn't tell me who he was or nothing…poor thing was shaking like a leaf and looking like she saw a ghost."

"That's her rat bastard of a husband."

Barbie's eyes looked to the door, and shot back to him, "him? Wadn't he s'posed to be locked up?"

Lee nodded, "Yeah. Judge told him to go back to New York. Gonna have a nice little chat with him while I have lunch."

"Should I call the station for you sheriff?"

"It's fine Barbie.  I can take care of it."

Lee walked out to the diner and sat a few stools down from Bobby. After Lee glared at him for a minute, Bobby gave him his attention, "can I help you out, sheriff?"

"Just making sure the peace is kept," he said simply, "weren't you 'posed to be headed back to New York."

"Just came to talk to my wife."

"You want to add more to your harassment and intimidation charges, son?"

He sipped on his coffee as he stared the sheriff down, "you fucking my wife, sheriff?"

"No.  That’s my wife’s kid sister…and in these parts we look after our kin," Lee said flatly, "just saving her from getting sucked back in by you."

Dotty came walking through the door and both men's eyes went to her. Feeling like Lee was a security blanket she walked right up to him, "what can I get for ya sheriff?"

"Burger and fries," he smiled.  He frowned when he noticed how much she truly was shaking, "and a pepsi if you don't mind."

"You got it."

She went to the window and put the order in then grabbed him his Pepsi. Knowing Lee was there, she felt like no matter what she'd be okay, and her nerves finally started to calm.  She set the glass in front of him and made her way down the counter to where her husband was.

"Dorothy."

"More coffee sir?" she asked, ignoring him. His jaw clenched and he nodded. Lee smiled, taking a large drink from his glass as she began walking down the line, refilling the patron's coffee.

"Hey peaches?"

She turned back to Lee, and he felt his heart in his throat.

"Yes sheriff?"

"A slice of pie too if you don't mind.  An’ can I have it before my lunch comes out?"

She nodded, going to the display and getting him a slice of pie. Setting it down before him, she sent him a wink, "it's on the house."

And damn if he didn't love the way she winked at him.

Bobby pulled the same routine for a few days, before Lee finally took him into the station again, citing that he was harassing Dotty.  

A few hours later, and his lawyer had shown up, angrier than a cat that'd been given a bath.  They pulled Dotty to the station, and had it drawn up that if she agreed to drop the charges, he'd sign for a divorce.  While that was enough for her, Lee reminded her that a divorce wouldn't be enough to keep Bobby away.  

And that was how she walked away with not the promise of one, but two documents.  She would get her divorce, but she would also get a restraining order.  And if Bobby came by again, he'd immediately be arrested, and tried in Knockemstiff for all charges that he was previously going to be held for, as well as violation of a restraining order.  

Chapter 12

Tag list:  @krissy25, @lohnes16, @terrormonster55, @potato-with-hair, @infatuatedjanes

#sentimental me #soft lee bodecker #lee bodecker #devil all the time #the devil all the time #sheriff lee bodecker

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 423

John 1:4

UNDERSTANDING PROPHETIC MANDATES 57: FULFILLMENT OF PROPHECY 15

Amo 3:7 CERTAINLY, THE ALMIGHTY LORD DOESN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS HE FIRST REVEALS HIS SECRET TO HIS SERVANTS THE PROPHETS. GW

Sarah’s Impatience and subsequent error was not unfounded really.

You’d notice that in all the Prophetic declarations that God made to Abraham before Gen 16, their was neither specific nor direct mention of Sarah by God.

It turns out that if you need to make someone wait patiently for something, that person must see his/her relevance or essence in the whole picture.

Gen 17:15-16 And God said unto Abraham, AS FOR SARAI THY WIFE, thou shalt not call her name Sarai, but Sarah shall her name be. And I will bless her, and give thee a son also of her: yea, I WILL BLESS HER, AND SHE SHALL BE A MOTHER OF NATIONS; KINGS OF PEOPLE SHALL BE OF HER. KJV

You now notice that after errors committed by the man and wife, God now BEGAN to mention SARAH in the COVENANT PROPHETIC MANDATE.

I don’t have the “liver” to say that this must have been an oversight by God.

Let’s just say that God was alleviating the oversight by Abraham; he should have been carrying his wife along all the way.

Gen 16:2-3 and Sarai said to Abram, "The LORD has not given me any children. Sleep with my slave, and if she has a child, it will be mine." ABRAM AGREED, AND SARAI GAVE HIM HAGAR TO BE HIS WIFE. This happened after Abram had lived in the land of Canaan for ten years. CEV

When Abraham should have been the one explaining to, and convincing Sarah, it is shocking how easily Sarah convinced him instead.

Does it not mean that despite his conviction in Gen 15:6, he lost faith again after waiting for a while?

Anyways, from Gen 17 onwards, God won’t stop mentioning Sarah in all His conversations.

It almost seemed now to be all about Sarah.

Gen 17:18-19,21 Abraham said to God, “O that Ishmael might live before you!” God said, “NO, SARAH YOUR WIFE is going to bear you a son, and you will name him Isaac. I will confirm my covenant with him as a perpetual covenant for his descendants after him… But I will establish my covenant with Isaac, WHOM SARAH WILL BEAR TO YOU at this set time next year.” NET

When God came to visit Abraham, it was Sarah He asked for before He started talking about the covenant seed.

Even God acknowledged the complexities of the woman and her emotions.

Well, He should, shouldn’t He?

He created us all and understands us better than we understand ourselves.

Gen 18:9-10 Then the men said to Abraham, "Where is your wife Sarah?" Abraham said, "She is there, in the tent." Then one of them said, "I will come again in the spring. At that time your wife Sarah will have a son." Sarah was listening in the tent and heard these things. ERV

Lastly, God even took time to “play” with Sarah in the manner of directly familiarizing with her.

God saw that it was now important that Sarah will personally testify that: “God spoke to me too”.

Gen 18:12-13,15 So Sarah laughed to herself and said, "Now that I am old and worn out, can I still enjoy sex? And besides, my husband is old too." Then the LORD asked Abraham, "Why did Sarah laugh and say, 'Can I really have a child when I am so old?'…Because Sarah was afraid, she denied it. "I didn't laugh," she said. "Yes, you did," he replied. "You laughed." GNB

Would it surprise us, the possibility that God may actually have come down in the form of a man, all because of Sarah, and just to help her believe in Him easily?

Think about it beloved.

It’s important that a Couple should be single-minded in understanding of, and waiting for the Promise of the Father.

Many men of God commonly stand alone in pursuance of God’s purpose.

Isa 51:2 LOOK TO ABRAHAM YOUR FATHER, AND TO SARAH who bore you; FOR I CALLED HIM ALONE, AND BLESSED HIM, and increased him. MKJV

God called Abraham ALONE but the Two are ONE.

That’s why God said “Look” to Father, and then to Mother.

Both Father & Mother must be able to clearly hand down sound info about God’s plans and intents. Then they will both have the same temperament in waiting for God’s Time.

Gen 12:1 The LORD said to Abram: Leave your country, your family, and your relatives and go to the land that I will show you. CEV

The call of Abraham is automatically the call of Sarah because…

Mat 19:6 So that they are no longer two, but one flesh. Then let not that which has been joined by God be parted by man. BBE

Every Vision, prophetic or plain, that I receive from God, I always explain to my wife and even ask her thoughts of what it might mean.

As soon as something is fulfilled, even I sometimes forget the Vision; it is my wife that will remind me because she understands the meaning exactly.

May prophecies unite our Families and never cause divide, in concept or will, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Friday, for more of this insightful and enlightening Sub-Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

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[donnabroadway]

Your trauma is not an excuse

Trauma is an explanation not an excuse. At some point you have to do the work and make a real concerted effort to actually grown beyond what happened so it is simply a character building thing, not a personality trait.

Let's talk about the most recent housewives episode. Most of the women are prime examples of childhood trauma rearing its ugly head. I get it, Mia was abused and abandoned by her mother simply because her mother didn't like her father. It has to hurt watching her mother have the mother/daughter relationship with her sister and children that Mia wants to so bad while her mother can't show up for her unless she's getting paid and she can't handle her grandkids for an hour without getting flustered. All of that has to hurt but Mia leaving a trail of betrayal, broken friendships, marriages, and assault isn't the way to respond. Mia needs to heal and she needs a real therapist. I understand that therapists needs clients to keep their practice afloat, but the goal of therapy is to eventually graduate your client, not just listen to them talk for an hour, tell them what they want to hear, sprinkle in some DSM talk, and collect their payment. Mia needs to a new therapist. What Mia did to Wendy is not okay. There is nothing Wendy did that justified what happened to her and the viewers see that. My therapist told me that if I didn't heal and get ahold of my emotions that I would always be the victim. Notice how Mia started that entire situation but now she's the victim because Wendy supposedly said something negative about her husband. I also foresee a divorce and nasty custody battle in Mia's future. The money is gone or is at least compromised, Mia is no longer the fun party girl that rejuvenated G's youth, and everyone can see her nastiness. I don't foresee that relationship lasting too much longer. I could be wrong but marriages aren't too strong when the foundation is infidelity, youth, threesomes, and money. I don't wish it on anyone but I wouldn't be surprised if it happened.

Recently, I made a video about Chris Brown, Rihanna, and the abuse they both experienced that led them to the incident and someone said I was trying to destroy black men. Nope. We're not protecting black men that try to destroy us. We're not protecting black men that abuse; sexually, physically, emotionally, mentally, or verbally. We are getting these black men help. We're getting all black people, not just men, help. There are too many graveyards, seas, and unmarked graves filled with people who tried to protect black men. We're protecting black men who protect us, not just those use us as work mules. We're protecting black men who work hard, take care of their families, are present, healed, and loving. We're not protecting our creepy uncle or cousin. We're no longer telling girls how to dress to prevent sexual assault, we're no longer bending ourselves into pretzels to protect our babies from abuse because Grandma won't put her abusive son out. You mean to tell me our babies can only come over on certain dates and times because uncle or cousin so and so won't be there. I also believe that most women who have lost their children to an abusive partner have seen signs and chose to ignore them in hopes they would change or wanting to please their partner. The blood on most dead children are absolutely on the hands of their parents. I saw one comment where a lady left her child with her boyfriend, not the father, and she saw him verbally abusing the son on nanny cam and she was asking what to do and we knew she wasn't leaving because she was making excuses for him and saying she didn't have anyone and she talked to him and maybe he could change. Okay, girl. Let me tell you a secret, forgiveness and prayer is not how you change someone. We need some earthly consequences too. Leaving the only man who may be willing to deal with your child and having to figure out childcare is far cheaper than your babies innocence, peace of mind, future, and maybe even life.

For some reason we think talking to people, giving them grace, and forgiving them will cause them to "come to Jesus" so to speak and change and it doesn't work like that. People need real life consequences, not just talking or motions to show we're angry and doing something. I know it's seen as extreme, but I understand why certain religions banish people who can potentially cause harm. It's similar to amputating a limb to prevent a septic infection. It may not feel good but if someone can't keep the rules and respect boundaries, no matter how stupid we may think they are, then they need to go somewhere more suitable for them. Banishing people who are harmful to the community is how we make real change. We don't need to coddle anyone and the whataboutisms in relation to white people who do the same thing is not the flex we think it is. So we're supposed to give our abusers a pass because white abusers get passes? Nope. That's why too many of our kids grow up with trauma and angry. No. We need to stand up and banish them and tell them to get the necessary help or remove ourselves instead of protecting them.

[ficsilike-reblogged]

Precious Inexperience II

A/N: Welp. You guys voted and here I am...trying to deliver my second attempt at a dark fic. Please let me know what you think. I never expected this little fic to take off like it did. I love you all. If you want a refresher--here’s the first part!

Pairing: King!Robb Stark x F!Reader

Rating: M for DARK THEMES including dub-con, death, death of children, Robb being a dick, a bit of smut, and canon-typical sexism

Warnings: Again, dub-con/dubious consent, talk of pregnancy and childbirth, men being terrible-PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: The King in the North was now King of the Seven Kingdoms. Peace reigned. Kings need heirs. But queens need love.

King’s Landing had over a half a million people calling it home and she had never felt more alone. Her ladies in waiting were kind but aloof, more preoccupied with making sure the child she was carrying was healthy than if she was happy. Court was filled with lords and ladies and foreign dignitaries who were all but throwing themselves at Robb’s feet in hopes to gain his favor—she was barely more than another tapestry on the cold stone walls of the Red Keep. 

A pretty thing to be looked at and then ignored.

Whenever someone had deemed it a worthy venture to speak to her, Robb quickly put an end to it.

“You are here to speak to me, my lord, are you not? Do not let your eyes linger on my queen.”

But she was lonely. The only time she felt the smallest bit seen was when Robb came into her chambers. His hands still left her tender and hurting, even after the maesters confirmed she was with child a month after their wedding night. But he was all…he was all she had.

Writing to her mother, asking if she could come to the city to spend a season at her side, was quickly rebuffed as well. My darling girl, you are the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. I will not distract you from your duties. Your husband and child will come first, always.

That did nothing to bring her comfort.

And she learned quickly that Robb did not like her tears.

“Have I not given you enough? A crown? Jewels? Dresses from Essos? What more do you want?” His face was bright red with anger so she quickly wiped at her cheeks and nodded, murmuring an apology. He let out a strained sigh and she watched him walk toward her through watery eyes. His warm hands grasped her face and rough thumbs brushed away her tears. “You are my queen. You are bringing my heir into the world. You have made me happy, Y/N.” His hand settled over her stomach, now showing the advanced stage of her pregnancy. “That should be all that matters. You are emotional because you are with child. This will pass.”

It will pass.

It will pass.

It will pass.

It didn’t.

She winced as she felt her child move and kick as she laid atop her featherbed, listening to the city start to wake before the sun. Thankfully, the morning sickness had subsided only a few months into her pregnancy but the need to rise early had not left her.

Her door opened and she felt herself smiling as Robb entered. She knew he would stay, at least for a few moments. She would have someone who wanted her all to herself, even if just for a little bit.

Without a word, she held out her hands to him and welcomed him into her bed. 

His hands were still rough as they tore at her thin nightdress. They were rough as they spread her legs. They were rough as grasped at her shoulders as he rutted against her.

“This is the first of many. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“I want…” The words were strangled in her throat when she felt that all-too familiar coil start to tighten and fray. He always made it feel good. “I want to be beautiful for you. Always.”

                                                **

A visiting Pentoshi magistrate was the reason almost all of the court had gathered in the Great Hall. He had a band of exuberant contortionists and firebreathers to entertain the lords and ladies of Westerosi court while he spoke with Robb. His entourage were quick favorites of the upper echelons of society in King’s Landing and it was all so… strange. All this pomp and circumstance around a man who was essentially begging for help against the Dragon Queen who seemed hellbent on rebuilding the Valyrian Empire, including Pentos. 

Robb would not help. She knew this. The Court knew this. But they wanted a bit of entertainment. This Pentoshi politician was not the first to come to beg for the Wolf King’s help and would not be the last.

But it did give her a little more to distract herself with, as the days dragged on.

She watched a young man contort himself into a strange shape while another contortionist balanced her entire weight on his foot. Robb was seated atop a raised dais with a grey stretch of fabric to keep the sun off his skin. 

Beside him sat the Magister who had come and a handful of his advisors—Naavio was his name.

He had silver hair with piercing green eyes, a little thin compared to the King, but handsome in a strange way. He spoke the Common Tongue with the lilting accent of the Pentoshi people which made Y/N smile for some reason. Perhaps it was just the abnormality of his and his entourage’s presence that made it exciting but she felt a little like she had friends whenever one of them would stop and speak to her.

“How are you feeling this morn?”

“Have you decided on names for the young prince or princess?”

“You look as if you are glowing, your grace.” It was all so lovely. And it seemed so genuine, so unlike the empty-eyed smiles she would receive from her ladies-in-waiting and the rest of court. But her favorite was Naavio.

The magistrate made it a point to seek her out whenever he could.

“These two are my favorites,” he whispered to her.

Y/N nearly leapt from her skin, having not noticed him sneak up behind her. “Oh, Seven Heavens, Lord Naavio, you must not frighten me so!”

He chuckled. “I am sorry, Your Grace. You know I would never try to scare you. You are in a delicate state.”

Y/N pressed a hand to her stomach with a smile. “Yes, the maester said only a few more weeks until I can welcome them into the world.”

Naavio’s hand was suddenly pressing against her stomach too and she laughed when she felt her little one’s foot kick right where he had placed his palm. “They enjoy my presence just as much as their mother does, it seems.”

A sudden shadow loomed over them and Y/N pivoted to see Robb standing behind them. His silver and iron crown glinted in the sunlight, a sharp contrast to the near feral light in his blue eyes as he looked at her.

“Take your hand off my wife.”

Naavio’s hand quickly pulled back but he chuckled—again. “Your heir has a strong kick, Your Grace.”

“Yes. My heir.” Robb reached out and snatched Y/N’s wrist. His grip hurt but she knew better than to let out the hiss of pain she felt bubbling at the back of her throat. He tugged, just once, and Y/N knew to walk to his side.

There would be no spectacle.

“You must know how precious a child is,” Robb’s voice was steady but she knew better. The grip he had on her wrist dropped and he pressed his hand against the small of her back. “For a man who seems so desperate to save his kingdom, you are playing a dangerous game.”

Naavio blanched but he still smiled at the wolf-king. “I was only congratulating your wife on the health of her babe. It was a compliment-”

“My wife, the queen of my kingdom, knows how beautiful and lucky she is to be carrying my heir. She does not need your input.” Robb turned to her, eyes piercing. “Am I correct, wife?”

Y/N could only nod.

                                                     **

Y/N knew that Robb would never hurt her. His grip while in the throes of passion left her sore, but he never raised a hand to her. Seven Hells, he barely raised his voice. But Y/N knew of the violence that simmered just below the surface of his skin.

He was a wolf.

He was King.

He was the husband the gods had given her.

And she was scared of him. Something innate and quiet in the back of her mind told her she could not truly trust him. She was not safe.

But he had always kissed her when he was finished with her womanly duties. 

And he still found pleasure in her even after he knew she was with child. His eye never wandered to the other many, beautiful highborn ladies who were readily available and arguably eager to be a young king’s mistress. But no.

He had his queen.

And he was his father’s son—that was what Robb had said, anyway.

“You are my queen. I will not dishonor you. And I know you will not dishonor me.” The words were cold as he slammed the door shut to his solar.

Y/N nearly lost her footing as she stumbled in but caught herself on the table, accidentally sending a stack of missives across the floor. “I thought it was a queen’s duty to make allies with her social graces and-”

“A queen’s duty is to provide for her husband.” Robb’s lips were pulled tight against his teeth. But he took a deep breath and then reached for her, hands grasping at her face. “I love you. You hear me? I love you.”

And she wanted to believe it. She had wanted to believe he could love her. “I love you too.”

He leaned forward to press a kiss against her forehead and then righted the spiked crown on the top of her head. “I will not have you near him again.”

Y/N nodded, resigning herself to the loss of another possible friend. Her one solace would be Robb, it seemed. As it had been since she came to King’s Landing. As it always would be.

                                                    **

But Naavio was persistent.

And she was lonely.

When the first letter was smuggled to her, she had not answered. But when the fourth came again and asked her to meet him in the gardens at midnight, her need for some sort of friendship won out and she slipped away from her maids and met the magistrate in a familiar stretch of the garden maze as the moon looked on from above in a starless sky.

“You’ve come!” Naavio said, reaching out to grasp her hands. “I was beginning to think I have offended you in some way, Your Grace.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile, ignoring the sudden sharp pain she felt in her stomach. “I am hard to offend, my lord. But it is good to have an ally in a city such as this.”

Naavio chuckled. “Yes, it seems King’s Landing is as fearsome as its king.” He was quiet for a moment, simply looking at her as his thumbs idly swept across the soft skin at the back of her hands. “Pentos is much more amiable.” His grip tightened. “I shall like to take you there, show you my home.”

Y/N’s smile widened just a fraction. “I would like that. I have heard such wondrous things about your home.”

“I could take you there. Spirit you away from this wretched city.”

She gasped and tried to tug her hands from his but his grip did not relent. “My lord, I-”

“You are not happy here. I can see it in your eyes. Do you want to raise your child here? Do you want to spend the rest of your days hoping your king does not lose his supposed love for you? You should be surrounded by people who worship you, adore you—and the babe you will bring into this world.”

Y/N stood and ripped her hands from his with a grimace as the pain she felt started to bloom and grow. “You misunderstand my intentions. I have only wanted friendship.”

Naavio stood with a sneer. “Then you are a fool. Only a child would misconstrue my attentions for mere friendship.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, to argue, to do anything—when she doubled over, clutching her stomach with a whimper as something trickled down her legs. “I…” Her legs shook and she threw out a hand to tangle in the branches of the greenery at her side, the only thing keeping her upright. “The baby. They’re coming.”

“What have you done?”

Another contraction had her almost falling to her knees but she looked over her shoulder to see Robb and a handful of his kingsguard at his back.

Naavio stood straight. “Your Grace-”

“Seize him.”

And the kingsguard did, almost gleefully taking the foreign magistrate to his knees and, by the sound of it, dislocating his shoulder as well. Naavio shrieked but Y/N could scarcely hear it over the roaring of the blood in her ears.

Familiar hands grasped at her face, tilting her chin up so she could look into the dark, hard eyes of her husband.

“The…baby…the baby is coming…”

“I know.” Robb pulled her close and she could feel the next words rumble in his chest. “Magistrate Naavio, you have tried to take my heir and seduce my wife.”

“I have done no such thing!”

Y/N crumpled in her husband’s hold with a choked scream.

“Take him to the Black Cells. I will deal with him later.”

                                               **

It took two days to bring little Prince Eddard into the world. But he was beautiful—the most beautiful little one she had ever beheld. Her body was tired, her mind was buzzing, but all she could see was the little bundle in her arms.

Robb did not care about the blood and water and sweat coating the featherbed as he sat beside her and pressed a hard kiss to her temple. His finger traced down his son’s nose. “You have made me happy, Y/N.”

She smiled, eyes finally drooping.

“But it is time the magistrate is dealt with.” He stood and waved his hand, having one of her fine dresses laid out across the bed. In a blur, she was cleaned and dressed and a cup of Milk of the Poppy was all but shoved down her throat by an impassive Maester.

The Great Hall was filled with lords and ladies and knights from across the Realm. All of them had been waiting the birth of the heir of the wolf king but were now going to be witnesses to the king’s judgment, too.

“Naavio. You have come here to beg for reprieve against the Dragon Queen, to ask for help against her campaign.”

Naavio said nothing as he glared up at Robb on the throne, thick chains around his wrists and ankles. His Pentoshi ginery was dirty and ripped. The two days he had spent in the Black Cells had not been kind.

“Instead, you have tried to usurp my own power.”

“I did no-”

“I have sent a raven to Daenerys Targaryen, giving her the information you have given me. Your city will fall. It will burn with dragonfire.”

“Your Grace!” The words broke in Naavio’s throat.

The sudden noise made Eddard fuss in her arms and she gently rocked him, mind still hazy from the Poppy. But the cold green glint of Naavio’s eyes cut through the mess. He was a caged animal.

“This was you! You played your part so well. The innocent queen in need of rescue-”

“Silence!” Robb said, standing from the jagged throne. In the strange quiet of the Great Hall, he descended from his perch and took the reformed Ice from its sheath. “For your crimes against your host, against the good queen Y/N, I sentence you to die.”

Before Naavio could even plead for his life, Robb lifted the greatsword and took the magistrate’s head.

                                              **

Robb was rutting against her, hard hands grasping at her breasts, pulling at the flesh of her hips, wrapping around her throat.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It hurt.

But she loved how he wrapped himself around her, loved how he would press his lips to her sweat-slick skin, loved him. Even if the maester had said it was too soon for the king to visit her chambers for such an act.

“You’ll give me another. You’ll give me ten more.”

“I will!” She cried.

“You’ll give me all of you because you are mine.” His hand tightened around her neck as his hips moved faster and faster. “Only mine.”

“Yours,” Y/N said as her throat burned.

His hips stuttered and a familiar warmth bloomed but he did not stop, could not stop until she was sobbing against his mouth with her own release. It hurt even more.

Sweat cooled on their skin as the high slowly died. Robb turned and pressed a biting kiss to her throat, still tender from his grip. His beard scratched her slick skin. “Mine. And you will always be mine.”

As she caught her breath, Robb rose from the mussed blankets of her featherbed and pulled his trousers on just as the door opened and a nursemaid brought in Eddard, snoozing in her arms. She readily handed the babe over to the king and then left, not even acknowledging the queen’s presence aside from a small curtsey.

Robb smiled down at his son and he looked genuinely happy—the smile he had reserved only for her.

She had made him happy. That was all she wanted.

“I will not have another man thinking to steal you away, wife.”

“O-of course not. You know I would never-”

“I must keep you to myself. And I will.” He looked at Y/N for a moment before leaning down to kiss his son’s forehead. The babe reached up and cooed, pressing his little hand against his father’s cheek. “You are mine. Only mine.”

He walked to the side of the bed and let her hold him as he dressed again and she lathed happy little kisses over her son’s face, listening to him giggle—but then Robb took him away. “What are you doing?”

“I am keeping you.” Robb kissed her cheek and then stood straight and walked to the door. When it opened, she saw three kingsguard standing outside, bedecked in their battle armor and swords at their hips.

“Robb?” His name was soft, strangled in her throat. “Your Grace?”

“She does not leave this room unless I am at her side.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Robb nodded and then smiled down at his son as the door swung closed. A heavy lock twisted.

Y/N stared at the door. She was not sure if she expected it to open again, or to at least hear another word from Robb on the other side, telling her what she must to do. But there was nothing.

She was alone.

A/N: All right! There we go! Please let me know what you think! Thank you for reading!

#robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine #robb stark #darkfic #game of thrones #dubious consent #toxic relationship #tw: dub-cob #tw: dubious consent #dub con #game of thrones imagine

[storiesofthesahabah]

You're tired.

You feel like life is throwing too much on you, you delay your salah and at times to a point that you miss it. You feel stressed out as if there's no more way out from all the problems you are facing. You feel unhappy that even through listening to Islamic lectures or the Qur'an - your heart still feels empty.

Indeed, you are positive that you have drifted away - that you are truly lost.

Yet, here you are - reading this post because you saw "hold on" on the poster. Doesn't that tell you something? Yes, you want to read this because you are holding on - you are looking for a way out. You have not totally drifted away from Allah rather Allah is still calling you back to Him.

Wandering soul, you have to understand that a believer's heart will always become uneasy when it has swayed away from its Creator. Whatever you are feeling now - this emptiness, this depression, this sadness and all those negative emotions - its a result of your abandonment of Allah and the Qur'an - nothing else.

You"think" you may have many "reasons" to justify why you are in such situations such as:

[1] you find it hard to marry someone.

Have you not thought that maybe you are in a haraam relationship or that you are having idle talks with the opposite sex or just ultimately you are not doing the means of asking Allah for it?

[2] you are in so much debt.

Have you not thought that maybe you are in this mess because you are earning from a thing that is haraam or has riba (interest) in it? Give sadaqah even a smile or a good word is sadaqah. Do not be greedy on it.

[3] your marriage is on the rocks.

Have you not thought that maybe your relationship has gone downhill because you have made your spouse greater in position in your life than Allah? Recollect your thoughts. The more a couple is closer to Allah, so will their relationship will be.

[4] you are failing in everything you seem to do.

Have you not thought that maybe you are having so much screen time that you get so lazy in studying or revising. Remember, Allah is the one who brings ease, he told you this in the Qur'an not only once - but twice. Inna ma'al usri yusra.

These are just maybe the couple of challenges that us, nowadays, face yet let me give you some samples that would make you realize how minute these challenges we face compared to the people who came before us.

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Julaybib Radiyallahu Anhu - I know a lot of you may have heard about his story but let me just tell you a glimpse of it - he found it very hard to get married due to his appearance yet his adaab and akhlaaq were such high that our beloved Prophet Muhammad took him as his own.

Due to his diligence upon Allah and his perfection of his faith, Allah showered him with the blessings of raising his status both here in the dunya and akhirah. Allah blessed him with a great woman to be his wife as well - all of this because he held on (to Allah). So, hold on. [1]

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Mus'ab Ibn Umair Radiyallahu Anhu - if you have been reading my posts, then I am sure you would have come across his story in one of them. He was known as the flower of the Qurash - due to his appearance and status. He was so handsome and came from a high status and prominent family. He was known for his lavish clothes, as well.

When Islam came, he was one of the few people who accepted it and due to this his family threw him out from their lives and along with it all of the luxuries. He was the person that when the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam see, he would tear up because of the sacrifices he has done for Islam and being with him.

My dear brothers and sisters in Islam, you may be in debt which is a thing that you can repay here and there but imagine Mus'ab - he was left with nothing and know that he was brought up with all the luxuries in life so his life turned 360 in just one day.

With his tolerance and great sacrifice, Allah raised his status by making him the first envoy of Islam. He was the first messenger that was sent to Madinah to do dawah before our Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam made hijrah - all of this because he hold

on (to Allah), So hold on. [2]

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Umm Hakeem Bint Harith Radiyallahu Anha - I wrote about this beautiful woman in one of my posts. She is the wife of Ikrimah - the son of Abu Jahl. Her love story is very fascinating. She is an epitome of patience and true love, indeed.

When she entered the fold of Islam, her husband Ikrimah fled to Yemen out of the fear that he may be put on the sword as Muslims have finally conquered Makkah. So, instead of just living her new life as a Muslim - she made a plea to the Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam instead that to give her the chance to convince her husband to come into the fold of Islam as she believes her husband will be of a useful man for Islam.

So she went on to search for her husband - the story is quite long but as soon as she found her husband - she did her best to convince him and indeed Ikrimah joined her back to Makkah and ultimately entered the fold of Islam.

If your marriage are on the rocks - then imagine Umm Hakeem's situation that time - just because she entered the fold of Islam - she was left all alone and fragile but she never gave up on her husband and indeed if our love is true for our spouse - we won't just give up on him/her - we will do whatever it takes to save them, so even with the amplest faith left - she held on (to Allah). So, hold on. [3]

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The Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalam - there is no introduction needed for this great man. Rather, I want to remind you of his encounter with the people of Taif when he was thrown rocks at to the point that only his sandals were not covered with blood.

And before this incident happened, he tried to talk to the people and the leaders of the tribe of Ta'if and failure upon failure did he get to the extend that he was shattered with blood with their rocks. Yet, when he was pale and in pain and Jibrail Alaihi Salaam came and asked him if he wanted to take revenge on the people of Taif - our beloved Prophet Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam said no because he held on (to Allah) that someone amongst in the progeny of these people might become a follower of Islam.

Imagine the physical abuse he had gone through, and we are here just feeling depressed as if the work has turned its back on us - he was covered with blood while here we are reading this post in the comfort of our homes - yet we still feel everything is going downhill.

He Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam held on (to Allah), So hold on. [4]

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My dear brothers and sisters, true and ultimate failure is the abandonment of Allah and the Qur'an. We reap what we sow. If we walk into this life deluded with the tricks of Shaitaan and giving into each of them - then we have indeed, failed our test here and ultimately we will face that on the day we meet Allah.

Yet, if we walk into this life with the light of Islam and abiding to what has been given to us in accordance of this beautiful way of life, then be ready to harvest the rewards of it on the day we finally all enter Jannah.

A simple thought that you can also go by, if all of the above has not affected your heart - Jannah. Imagine, just imagine the day you enter the gates of Jannah. So hold on, hold tight to Allah.

Allah isn't the one who has let you go, you are the one who let go - yet His Mercy is still there - so Hold on to it.

Hold on. Jannah - in there is the true success.

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May Allah make it easy for all of us.

Amin

Zohayma

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Most of the stories were paraphrased. You can find more of the stories here:

[1] Tafsir Ibn Kathir, Surah Al-Ahzab

[2] Men Around the Messenger

[3] Commanders of the Muslim Army, Ghadanfar, p. 161-165

[4] Muslim, Kitab ul Jihad

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#holdon #goldenstories #sahabah #muslims

[lubdubsworld]

Blackberry Winters.

PART 1 🌸 PART 2

Namjoon Werewolf Au!! 

Pack Head Alpha Namjoon and mate OC!

Arranged marriage sort of?

Pack dynamics / strangers to lovers. 

Part 3

“You did not think to tell him no? To demand that you had every right to stay there?” Her mother in law looked disappointed ,  eyes trained on her as Jiah carefully pulled the blouse of the tunic down over her tummy, frowning when she realized that it didn’t do a thing for her figure.

She felt self conscious, the grey cotton of the tunic making her feel drab and lifeless. Why did she always choose clothes in colors like this? Why did none of them fit her right? Why did she never make an effort to look at least a little good. Her hair was limp, a mousy brown and while it was thick, it had no luster… Why didn’t she use one of the hundred powdered mixtures the village healer liked to give the younger women?

“Jiah, are you listening to me?” Namjoon’s mother said sharply and Jiah jumped a bit, guilty.

“I didn’t want to be a bother..”  She said nervously, not sure how to handle her mother in law. On the one hand she seemed to be understanding of her many hang ups, but she also looked impatient and upset, anytime Jiah failed to stand up for herself.

Lady Kim drew herself up to her impressive height and Jiah cowered. She’d hung around enough pack bonfires to recognize that stance and that gaze. The woman was about to give her a piece of her mind.

Sure enough, her voice thundered when she addressed her.

“If you keep viewing yourself as a bother, I’m not sure how others will begin seeing you as anything else. You’re the head alpha’s mate. Your place is by his side, helping him with the crown on his head. It’s not a choice. Your duties are not mine and I am tired of doing them for you.” She snapped.

It stung. Guilt churned and Jiah could feel the beginnings of one of her episodes. The ones that always left her shaking and breathless. Much to her surprise, Lady Kim’s gaze softened at that and the next second she was being drawn into a warm embrace.

“Good lord child, why are you so terrified? Has my family not been kind enough to take away this stark terror out of your veins?” She sighed deeply. “You must not let your fears dictate your life. I want you to live your life, pleasing the person you’re bound to .”

Jiah felt her shoulders sag. Please the person she was bound to.  Of course. Namjoon. It all came down to the alpha wolf. And how was she supposed to please him, if he couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her?

“Yourself.” Lady Kim’s voice, laced with amusement made her jump.

Jiah frowned, pulling back to look at the older woman in confusion.

“You’re bound only to yourself , Jiah. You need to please yourself. To do and be the person you want to be. And then everything else will fall into place.”

Jiah watched as the woman went back to the door, calling for and directing a few more workers as they finished setting up the outer courtyard of her living quarters. Still a little chilled, she grabbed a thick coat from the small cupboard by the door, draping it over herself and tying it together with the sash. She moved quickly to the door, watching her mother in law talk to the workers, looking them straight in the eye , firm and clear in her instructions.

It was fascinating.

Lady Kim’s stance fairly vibrated with power and her voice brooked no disobedience. People looked at her and listened. They saw someone who knew what she was talking about and many a time, Jiah had felt it herself, the comfort of someone reliable. Someone who wished no ill on anyone.

Namjoon’s mother had lost her husband at a young age. Namjoon had scarcely been a babe of two when it had happened and the entire pack had expected the young wolf to lose his birthright as the heir. It was unheard of for a mate to take over the head alpha’s duties but Lady Kim had risen to the occasion with an elegance that had stunned everyone. The woman had met pack leaders and settled disputes, had negotiated boundary conflicts and made elaborate plans for new buildings , all while carrying around a babe that was still fed at her breast.

What was more, she had defended her position against the men who had wanted to usurp it. Mnhyuk and Jaejoon were two of her husband’s cousins, eager to sink their fangs into the woman to mate her, just to be able to get their hands on the pack. They were terrible men , even worse wolves. Their ideas on how the pack ought to be run dripping with archaic ideals and oppression of women.

But Lady Kim had humiliated them, told the whole pack in no uncertain terms that the next pack alpha would be Kim Namjoon. Her son would be raised to rule the pack with kindness and understanding and she would make sure of it.

The tales were told with hushed tones of disbelief and admiration and Jiah had listened to them with hunger and aching. Had felt such a huge surge of affection for the matron , had wanted to hug her and tell her she had done a great job.

And standing here as her daughter in law, she realized that she would be a fool not to listen to her. Not to learn from her. Especially when it was obvious that in the entire pack, the only one who didn’t seem to hold Kim Namjoon on a pedestal, was ironically his own mother.

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“ They’re going to challenge you again. I can feel it.” Taehyung said gruffly, dropping the bundle of scrolls on the table and Namjoon flinched, head throbbing.

“That bad?” He asked hesitantly and Taehyung nodded.

“They want you to re-negotiate that treaty about courtesans owning property. Think it would make them quit the profession… if you let them own stuff” Seokjin said quietly and Namjoon bristled.

“They are no different from any of us. They work for their pay too. Why shouldn’t they be allowed to do what they wish with money that they’ve earned?” He demanded angrily.

“You’re a good man Namjoon. A fair one. And you’re striving to build a pack that treats all it members as equals . Obviously people who thrive on abusing their power aren’t going to like that. Especially Minhyuk and Jaejoon’s pups. Those two are terrible.”

“You should accept their challenge and just rip their throats out someday.” Taehyung said firmly AND Namjoon gave him a glare.

“I’m not going to shed blood without cause, Taehyung. Don’t suggest that. Even in passing.” He said firmly and the younger beta bowed politely in apology.

“Where is Jiah?” Seokjin asked casually.

Namjoon glanced at him, brows raised.

“Since when are you so familiar with my mate, hyung?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“She used to come sit with me, when I watched over the herds on the outer pastures. Sweet little thing really. Very funny too.”

That made Namjoon pause.

“Funny?” He asked, completely confused.

“Witty. She would make these clever little riddles and jokes that would always leave me in stitches. We made a game of it. I would give her one of my funny jokes and she would give me a riddle. Is she feeling better now?”

Namjoon who was still kind of struck dumb by the idea of his cowering, reticent mate doing something as…. Normal and friendly as laughing and being witty….. could only stare at Seokjin in confusion.

“I…. Yes. She’s well. We’re expecting a pup.” He said softly.

Both Taehyung and Seokjin went still.

“What?!!! Why didn’t you say that first?!!” Taehyung exclaimed, offended.

“It’s not that important…” Namjoon waved it off, reaching for the scrolls , “ what about the treaties, then? You did tell Jungkook we aren’t changing anything right?”  

Seokjin scoffed.

“ Only you would say that these treaties are more important than your own pup.” He snapped.

Namjoon sighed a bit at that.

“I don’t mean that. I’m just saying, what she needs now is to rest and take care of herself and the baby. I’m not what she needs . I’ve arranged for her to stay in some private quarters with the other women.”

Seokjin sighed deeply. After years of being one of Namjoon’s trusted friends, he could feel his heart ache for the younger and all that he hid from the people around him. He reached out and gently placed a palm on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“ Namjoon, you don’t have to do all of this by yourself. Tae and I , we can take over duties a couple of days a week… You can relax… Maybe spend some time with your new wife….”

“She hates me.” Namjoon said softly. “ I spent a whole month trying to talk to her, all she did was tremble and shake. Even when we…” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “ Even in bed , she made me feel like I was some kind of…. Predator.”

Taehyung bit his lips, looking worried.

“You’re not… You’re not going to break the bond are you?” He asked nervously.

Namjoon sighed.

“I’m not. I may have considered it, before . But now… She’s with pup. I can’t do that to her. I don’t want to either.”

“Why did you pick her?”

Namjoon stayed quiet.

“Because you wanted a wife who wouldn’t ask or demand or complain.” Taehyung said distastefully.

“That’s not… You make it sound so terrible. I’m supposed to be taking over pack duties, supposed to renegotiate every single treaty we’ve drawn in the past twenty years, not to mention get the entire pack ready for the winter…. Of course I wanted a wife who would adjust. Have you seen the omegas in our clan? The ones I could court ? They want to leave on trips… They want to visit the neighbouring packs…. They want me to arrange festivities and feasts for every damn thing…. You think I can marry someone like that??” Namjoon snapped angrily. “none of them understand a damn thing about helping me out. They’re shallow and vain. Jiah… I chose her because she didn’t seem like one of them. She seemed like she could understand what it means to be my wife. But I was wrong. I thought she understood my responsibilities and was giving me my space…. Turns out she just thinks I’m some kind of monster she needs to run and hide from.”

Seokjin reached out, patting his back soothingly.

“Namjoon I understand… It’s been hard on you, and you’ve been doing all of it by yourself. Its bound to take a toll. And that’s why I think you should take a few days off, a week. Give us all the instructions. We’ll carry it all out. You can relax.”

“That’s exactly what my uncles want. For me to slack off. They’ll summon the council and want to challenge me again. I can’t afford it. “ Namjoon shook his head.” Not until the babe is born and my position as pack alpha is solidified. I can’t let them use this against me.”

Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged looks.

“Joon-ah….”

Namjoon gave both of them a tired smile.

“I’ll be fine hyung. It’s going to be okay.”  He said reassuringly. “ The council’s meeting tomorrow right? I’ll try to go over these tonight.”

“Its already past sundown.” Taehyung said worriedly.

“Then I better ask the maids to keep enough oil for the lamp to last.”

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“What are you doing here?” Namjoon blinked, staring at her like she was out of her mind and Jiah flinched. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. But the sight of him made something curl in the pit of her stomach. He looked exhausted. Like he had been up all night. She wondered if perhaps she ought to retreat. Go back to the private quarters he’d arranged for her.

No. No , you will not chicken out of this.

“ You have a council meeting, this evening. Could I come with you?.” She said softly, watching his face carefully. She tried to read his emotions, tried to look for traces of irritation or anger but all she found was a sort of hopeless resignment. Like he had stopped trying to fight whatever was bringing him down.

“Come with me….?? ” Namjoon stared at her like he wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about.

She inhaled sharply.

“Your mother told me I could go. As your mate, I’m allowed to sit in on council meetings. She told me it’s a new provision. That you were the one who had it written in. So perhaps, you should… let me come with you.”

“My mother-“ He paused, sighing. “ You don’t have to do everything my mother asks you to.”

She blinked, the words throwing her off. The truth was, she had been the one, tailing the older woman all day, trying to see what she did and how she did it. Lady Kim had merely offered to help her do her duties. She had mentioned in passing, that for centuries , mates hadn’t been granted many rights of their own. Namjoon had spent the past couple of years making a lot of amendments to pack laws and the council hadn’t taken to kindly to all of them.

“ Of course. I just thought that, as I am your mate , perhaps I should accompany you. ” It was a miracle, the way her voice came out, steady . Not at all betraying the nervousness coursing through her veins.

“Jiah…. I’m not sure.” His voice dripped with hesitation and she flinched. Oh, well, no one could blame her for not trying.

“If you don’t want me there, that’s fine.” She said quickly.” I’ll go…”

She turned around, feeling her face burn red as she quickly descended the stairs to the courtyard.

“Jiah wait!!” His voice made her still.

She turned around swiftly.

“I didn’t mean to imply that I did not want you there. I just….Council meetings aren’t short. They tend to go on for hours. Will you be alright?” He asked gently, gaze dropping surreptitiously to her middle.  

It took her a minute to understand what he was even talking about.

“I… Oh.” She quickly pressed her palms to her stomach, confused. “ I mean… I may have to be excused a couple of times to relieve myself. I’ve been doing that way more often than usual.” She laughed.

Namjoon’s lips quirked in a hint of a smile and she flushed. Surely, her stern mate didn’t want to hear about her body functions? What was she even doing…

“But, yes. I wouldn’t mind sitting with you. Truly.” She said quickly.

Namjoon nodded.

“Well, then. You can come with me. It’s an hour before sundown… I’ll come fetch you myself.”

“Yes , alpha.” She said brightly, curtsying lightly and immediately feeling like a fool.

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“They’re called red feathers …” The healer, a middle aged woman called Selma,  opened a small earthenware jar to show her the contents. Jiah peered into the jar, catching sight of a bundle of dried flowers and roots.

“These can help me…?” She asked dubiously and Selma gave a quiet chuckle.

“They help you sleep better and also help you relax. They’re good for you. You won’t feel this anxious if you take them regularly.” She said calmly.

“Oh… alright.” Jiah nodded, glancing carefully at her mother in law who was standing elsewhere, looking through an assortment of salves and tinctures. “ Can I…. is this safe for Namjoon?”

Lady Kim stilled, turning around to glance at her sharply and Jiah stiffened. God, her impulsive mouth. She wasn’t even sure why she said it. Just the whole , helps sleep better , had immediately reminded her of how tired Namjoon had looked.

“I’ve already tried to get him to drink some of it. He refuses.” Lady Kim said tiredly. “ He feels that it may affect his mental faculties”

“Auntie Selma?” A high, soft voice rang through the hut and Jiah glanced up. She went still, catching sight of Jisoo, dressed in red velvet and all of her ornate jewelry.

“Ah… Jisoo…you’re back.” Selma said cheerfully. “ How can I help you child?”

Jisoo stared at her, eyes steady and unreadable.

“I need some wild carrot seeds and ginger roots.” She said softly and Lady Kim scoffed.

“I hope the man you’re taking into your bed is not who I think it is , Jisoo.” She growled. The younger woman merely bowed.

“I’m but a courtesan, my lady. I go where I am asked to.” She said softly.

Lady Kim sighed.

“Then perhaps you should go back home. Now.” She said sharply and jisoo flushed and ugly red.

“Your son wants me to visit him for tea , this evening. I was hoping to meet my lovely lady there…but I hear you no longer stay in his hut.” Jisoo turned to her, tone dripping with acid and Jiah swallowed nervously.

“I… I’m…” She couldn’t quite talk, much less think of something to say.

“Because she is with child.” Lady Kim said sharply, a hint of triumph in her tone. “ Namjoon’s child.”

Jisoo had gone paper white, her face pale and bloodless.

“What?” She whispered.

“It’s true. She carries my son’s heir. You know what that means, Jisoo. It means they are bound, for life. I like you. I respect your courage and admire your talents. You are beautiful and you deserve a mate of your own. Do not pursue my son.” Lady Kim said firmly.

Jisoo didn’t respond for a few seconds.  

And then she bowed again .

“Like I said, my lady. I only go where I am called.” She said quietly.

She turned on her heels, stalking away and Jiah could only stare after her, heart pounding a bit at what had just happened. She wasn’t sure why she felt so much disquiet. She’d never had high hopes of fidelity from Namjoon. The entire village knew that Jisoo had been his paramour. But now that she had seen how dismissive the younger girl was of her, she felt the unaccountable urge to fight back. To stake her claim.

“You look pretty upset. Don’t let her bother you. Namjoon will not break his vows.” Lady Kim said quietly and Jiah gave her a soft smile, although her heart still raced. She remembered how pretty the girl had looked in all her brocades and velvets. She stared down at her own murky yellow dress. She couldn’t go to the council meeting, dressed worse than a courtesan. Couldn’t embarrass Namjoon like that.

“ My Lady….” She turned to her mother in law. The older woman hummed, returning to examining the shelves.

“What is it, child?”

“Can we stop at the seamstress’ hut on our way back?”

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Whatever Namjoon had been expecting, as he knocked on his wife’s private quarters, it hadn’t been this.

He stared , or to be more accurate, gaped at his wife, completely thrown by her appearance.

She looked…. Cheerful.

That was the only word he could think of, taking in the warm yellow and green fabric of her gown, all with an abundance of ribbons and lace. She had also clearly made some effort to tame her hair.

Not a very successfully attempt, considering the dozen strands sticking out of her bun and curling over her bare neck and shoulders …..but an attempt nonetheless.

Which reminded him.

Why was her neck bare?

“I…. have you forgotten… part of your dress…?” He asked awkwardly, gaze trained on the pale, blemish less expanse of skin in front of him. Too much of it was on display he felt.

“Oh?” Jiah twirled about for a second, glancing at herself. “ Not at all, my alpha. This is how it is.”

Namjoon blinked.

“Right… the night is getting colder. Perhaps a shawl?” He suggested tactfully.

Jiah frowned, sticking a hand out of the door as though to the gauge the night air.

“Really? Feels quite warm to me.” She said thoughtfully.  

“It may be cold for the baby.” He said quickly and that made her pause. She glanced back down at her tummy and he wondered what she expected to see, every time she did that.

“Perhaps you’re right alpha….let me be back.” She floated back into the hut and he sighed in relief when she reappeared with a white fleece shawl over her shoulders.

“Shall we go ?” She asked quietly and he hesitated before slowly offering her his arm. She gripped it lightly, and they began the short walk to the main village square where the council usually convened.

“You… You’re better adjusted to this place now?” He asked carefully, trying to find the girl he had taken to his bed. The terrified, nervous , trembling young girl.

Jiah didn’t respond at once.

“I… I’ve been drinking some of Selma’s potions. They help.” She said quietly and he frowned.

“Potions? Potions for what?”

“They help with my nerves. I get scared easily…imagine things ….” She trailed off nervously.” I’m very anxious by nature and it gets worse in a new place. With new people.”

Namjoon considered that carefully. That made sense. Perhaps, that was why she had been so odd.

“The potions help?” He asked carefully and she nodded.

“Yes…that and your mother.”

“My mother?”

“She’s very kind to me.”

Namjoon laughed a bit at that. In all the years he has had people talking to him about his mother, the word ‘kind ‘ had never come up.

“ I’m being honest….she has helped me adapt to this place. To see how things are run. I… I don’t want to be a bother. I want to pull my weight. In the pack. To help in any way I can…”

Namjoon felt a sudden unaccountable fondness bloom in his chest at the innocent words.

“ That’s very virtuous of you.” He said seriously and she flushed.

They didn’t say anything else, continuing the rest of the path in companionable silence Namjoon spotted the seven council members gathered around a blazing fire and lightly stepped closer to her.

“You can stay close to me. You don’t have to answer them.  If they try to draw you into any controversial topic, just ignore them. I’ll handle it.” He said quickly.

Jiah gave him a wide eyed, nervous look but nodded quickly, fingers moving from his forearm to his palm , linking with his own and gripping tight.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.” She said quickly and it was ridiculous, how the words actually helped him relax just a little.

Taking a deep breath, he led her on to the meeting.

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Author’s Note : i thinks its about time i accepted that this is a full blown fic and not just a drabble. fuck my life. 

Note : Red feathers are actually herbal medicines used as anti depressants. So this is just werewolf au equivalent of therapy. 

#namjoon au #namjoon werewolf au #bts werewolf au #alpha namjoon #namjoon smut #bts smut #bts au #bts fics #bts fanfics

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hehe the way I smiled when I saw that your requests r open!!Thank you😗

May I request Cherry X Reader where they r in an arranged marriage. Like maybe the reader is from a traditional family and she agrees to it anyway since she loves her parents but is low-key scared of being his wife/a mother. They have a rocky start but end up falling in love. Maybe one day cherry takes her to S to see him race and meet the gang and she loves it. You can make it spicy at the end if you like 👀

idk why but I always think about this when I see him and also braiding his hair coz it's so much prettier than mine 😒💖

A/N:I don’t understand how a man can be so beautiful// much longer than I expected it to be....

Please enjoy~🍰

Warnings; Some mention of smut; Nothing too detailed, but it’s there

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“Come here your kimono isn’t tight enough“ your mother said as she went behind you to tighten it even more than before 

“Mom! I can’t breath if it’s this tight!“ you said almost wheezing for air.

“You have to make sure your waist looks small and appealing” she said, even though, looks are not everything in a relationship. As much as you didn’t want to, you had to look your best today, it was important. You were going to meet the man you were to marry. You were part of an important family in Japan, and of course your family was very traditional. This only meant you were already expecting an arranged marriage.  

 Today you were meeting with him for the first time. From what you heard, he was a successful calligrapher, and popular with women. You didn't quite know how to feel with that, but this was your future. Most people wouldn't agree with arranged marriages but, you love your parents and this is what they wanted.

They told you that he was a gentleman, and very respectful. Well your hopes were up now, hopefully you’re not disappointed. Could you possibly end up in a good marriage? walking into the home you were greeted not by someone work there, but by a voice.

“Welcome, master Kaoru is waiting for you in the meeting room.“ for someone who is traditional he sure had a good AI system. Walking off to the right your father opens the sliding door and there he was. A young man with long pink hair and glasses, he wore traditional clothing and seemed very proper.

“Mr & Mrs Y/L/N, welcome please take a seat.” Not a hint of emotion on his face.

He was stoic but not cold. He poured you all some tea and your parents begin to discuss the marriage. Now that you say there and listened to everything, it really started sinking in. You were getting married to a complete stranger. You didn’t know the first thing about marriage! Or being a wife! Oh gods.....what if they expected children??

A million things were flooding your mind, you felt so lost. In all honesty, you were scared of what was to come..

“Y/N..” you were brought out of your thoughts by your mother gently shaking your shoulder “are you alright? You look sick”

“O-oh, yes I’m fine!“ you assure her swallowing the lump in your throat

“If you say so, we need you and Mr.Sakurayashiki to sign the papers as well. In 2 weeks time there will be a wedding ceremony but for now, we must fill out the papers.“ you watch Kaoru take the pen read the line and signs his name next was your turn.

He hands you the paper and pen, you bite your bottom lip as you read ‘spouse sign here’. You let out a shaky breath as the ink forms your name on the paper. After some more discussions on the wedding it was your time to leave. You all thanked him for tea and his time. Before you walked out the door he asked t speak with you for a moment, making your heart drop. You parents wait outside as you have a word with the pink haired man.

“Y/N, I just want you to relax, I noticed you were nervous before and you should know I won’t mistreat you and will try to be a proper spouse“ 

“Oh, uhm thank you Mr-“

He interrupts you “Please call me Kaoru“

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Just as planned the wedding happened 2 weeks from then. You couldn’t stop blushing that day, from anxiety, to shyness, to even Kaoru. He looked very handsome that day, and he was just as much as gentleman. The ceremony was calm and heartfelt, friends and family gathered to witness your union. He saw you were very nervous that day so, instead of a general kiss he gave you a quick peck.

Only for you to duck you flustered face, he found it quite cute actually. He thought you looked beautiful that day in traditional wedding attire. He took mental note son how you were as a person. Although you seemed somewhat intimidated, you were considerate and kind. You helped people who needed it, and you put others before yourself. He just hoped this marriage will have a good outcome.

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“We don’t have to do this” he simply said beginning to disrobe

“But-“ usually it was on the first night of the wedding when. It should happen

“If we get to that stage in our relationship, then you can tell me. You don’t have to force yourself. I can leave the room until you’re done getting changed” he left the room so that you can change. You take a moment to assess the situation, and you smile to yourself

“How considerate...“ you think to yourself. after changing, you both ordered room service and have dinner for the night. He was nice to talk to, it had some interesting topics to share with you. Even his calligraphy job seemed interesting. He offered to take a different room while you slept in this one's may be comfortable, but you said it was okay and you were fine with sharing a bed.

he's not like most men I hear about an arranged marriages. He's not forcing you to do anything, he's asking if I'm comfortable with everything. All the stories really kind of scared me into this, maybe it won't be so bad....maybe....

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“Y/N, get dressed we’re going out tonight“ he says coming to you and kisses your cheek. It has been about 11 months, almost a year, since you married and it has been better than you thought. of course you had fears of Nami and expectations of a “good wife”. He made sure to tell you how much of a good job you were doing, even if you didn't do much. He thought you were perfect the way you are. He also believe that he could trust you enough to share secret with you--he was taking you to “S”

Usually you both go to events together, especially ones that associated with his work. But tonight was different he had different attire on. He wore his hair in a ponytail, no glasses and a mask covering the bottom portion of his face.

“Where are we going? A costume party?“ you joke 

“After seeing one person you mat think that“ he said but was still serious about you getting ready ““make sure you dress comfortably you don't need to wear kimono for this.” he gave you more detail “Now listen to me, where we are going you cannot speak of after. Not to me, nor to your parents or anyone else if they know about it.“

“Huh? Are we joining some secret society?“ you giggle coming back out in some jeans and a t shirt with a sweater. 

“In a way, let’s go.“ if you thought tonight was strange you only got stranger, you would expect a person like him to have a motorcycle. Or to be carrying a skateboard for that matter, just who was this person and was he really your husband. Holding on to him you take off into the dead of night. eventually make it to the gate where he showed an s-shaped sticker and was granted entry. There multiple women started to scream 

“Cherry!!”  “Master Cherry!!” Were they referring to Kaoru?

“Yo Cherry, ya made it- and you finally brought a girl with ya. It’s about time” a tall muscular man with green hair said patting Kaoru on the back roughly. Next came a man with dramatic makeup and a cape. Two boys who seemed to ebe in high school, one with red hair and the other with blue. Finally a much younger looking boy with a cat hoodie. Huh, interesting crowd...

“Get off me!“ he said kicking him in the ass “This is Y/N, she’s my wife“ he said standing next to you and all their jaws drop

“Cherry is married?!“

“Huh, she’s pretty quiet compared to these girls...it’s kinda nice“

“Damn, and to think you could have gotten anyone but got married.“ Kaoru seemed very annoyed at this point 

“Yes I am married, she’s better than the screaming women here, and I will not toy with women like you do!!“ he answered all their questions in one go “Y/N, this is a place where skateboarders come to race, it’s called ‘S’, these are JOE, MIYA, Reki, Langa, and SHADOW“

“H-hello..“ you wave to the small group and they waved back 

“Y/N, do you mind stay here with Reki and Langa? I need to race and I’ll be back“ he asked laying hand to the top of your head and you nod. He leans down and places his covered lips to your forehead. He then picked up his board, it was black with some purple lining and goes to the start. 

There he and JOE get ready to race as a traffic light counts their start. After it turns green they were off like rockets. It was still a lot to swallow...how he kind of had a double life and you were just now finding out about it. It was a bit overwhelming when you really watched him go. The way he picked up speed and rounded corners, made you hold your breath and gasp with each trick he did. 

When they approach the finish line he had won and the crowd was chanting his name. They both made their way back bickering about who was the best skater, when they were both equally amazing. Crowds joined around them but you just stayed behind still processing everything. It wasn’t a bad thing, but you were just wondering so many thing. Cherry pushes his way through the crowd and to your side lifting your head without warning captures your lips in a kiss. 

This was the most intimate you had been with him, and in public! The crowd went quiet and some of the girls there complained or whined about not being in your place. After he pulls away he whispered to you

“Let’s go home...“ and you were on your way back to the comfort of your home. That night he had made love to you for the first time ever. It was passionate, and steamy, and full of love. He was your first ever so he made sure to go slow for you. Everything about it just felt so good, the way he held and kissed you. He handled you like glass but did not fail to meet your pleasure.

That night was when you opened up about your fears of being his wife

“..and seeing how amazing you were tonight only made me more aware of who you were. I just...hope I can live up to your standards as a wife, and don’t get me started on children. Imagine having a plain mother“ you vented to him as he held you close 

“Don’t say that,“ he snapped back “You’re an incredible wife and you’d be an even better mother one day. When I heard about the arrangement I was honestly nervous. And the day I saw you only raised my anxiety, I thought you were stunning, and your shyness only made you cuter“ he admits with a chuckle 

“I guess....we’re both nervous wrecks who married each other then?“ you giggle looking up at him as your head lays on his chest 

“You’re my nervous wreck“ he said poking your nose with his finger “...I have something else to tell you...“

“What’s that?“ you ask. He cranes his head down toward you 

“...I love you“ he whispered as he catches you lips in a kiss

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I hope this was okay!❤️

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[sunnysviolin]

Omotober Day Two- Faraway

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In a small town like Faraway, gossip is a ritual. The intricate ways of being nosey and knowing everything about your neighbors must be carefully taught to all new inhabitants.

“No matter what you do, someone always knew you would.” ― Ami McKay

“Country folk talked, that was all. Whether in the borderlands or the baronies, gossip was ever the chief sport.” ― Stephen King

Faraway is a town with only two thousand seven hundred and fourteen people. It just barely crosses the threshold of rural to suburban, and despite what the mayor promised with all of the new construction plans, the people of the town didn’t expect that there would be many more people coming anytime soon.

Faraway was perpetually sleepy, and when you combined that with how much it lived up to its name in being far from any city, most newcomers either left quickly or never stayed in the first place. Everything closed at nightfall, and the worst crime was high school ruffians who occasionally spraypainted a wall or smashed in a mailbox or two. The town was little, but the residents liked it that way. They liked not having to worry about locking their doors or watching their backs as they walked around. They liked being able to poke their heads into each others backyards and always being invited to every party and outing.

But Faraway did have one detraction. As with pretty much every small town, most of the residents were terrible gossips. Such was the fate of a place without much to do, neighbors found their entertainment in one another.

“Did you hear Perdita’s husband finally got sick of her and left? It was only a matter of time, she’s a complete alchie”

“Greg finally found out that Emily was cheating on him and now they’re getting divorced. It is going to be meeeeessy. They’re fighting over the house and the kids!”

But the biggest piece of gossip was what happened to Sharon.

Anyone who moved into the town learned the story quickly. Once the new neighbors had a chance to settle in, a group would come over with a plate of cookies or a casserole after church, and wait until they were offered a cup of coffee and a chat. It was the neighborly thing to do after all, and it was important that anyone coming into their world know what they were getting into. Once the coffee was poured and the trivial compliments about the layout of the house were given, then it would start.

First with some simple things- who was going behind whos back, which couple was doomed to get a divorce before too long. It was important to gauge here if this new neighbor would be one of them or not. If the new arrival seemed put off or uncomfortable, a few feelers would be put out. They might just be new to small town life and not aware of the importance of knowing all of this. If all attempts to chat were rebuffed, then the rest of the town knew that this person wouldn’t last long among them.

But sometimes a new neighbor showed potential, promise in their willingness to listen and participate. If that happened, then it was time to move onto the main story that plagued the town even four years after it had happened. No one ever meant to talk about it, but it was inevitable that it would be brought up. It wasn’t every day that one of the darlings of the town ended up dead after all.

“A tragedy, such a shame.”

“Hung herself! Poor thing,”

“The girl had been only fourteen- oh wait fifteen. Yes Mari had been fifteen.”

“No, she hadn’t left a note, but everyone could guess. Her parents were always such strange people, so strict and demanding of their children. It was inevitable that one of them would snap, but no one expected it to be Mari. She seemed so happy, so above it all.”

“She was in a relationship with Teresa’s boy. Not the one still here, of course, but the one who’s in college now, studying to be a doctor. All the way on the other side of the country if you can believe it!”

“It only got worse from there though. Sharon’s husband had left her afterwards, and she never told anyone why...He probably blamed her for it. Men can be that way, can’t they?”

“Now she goes around acting like nothing happened at all. It’s bizarre. If I lost my daughter you wouldn’t catch me acting like she never existed.”

“I hear she’s moving. Yes I’m sure, the manager over at Fix-Its told me that she asked him for a moving company reference,”

“I saw a For Sale sign in the front yard. It make sense though, I have no idea how she could have possibly lived in that house for the last four years, knowing what her child did there,”

“‘How could she live in that house’? What I want to know is how could she let her son stay in there day in day out! After what happened to him,”

“Oh, sorry honey, let us explain. So Sharon has, well had, two children. Mari, her daughter and Sunny, her son. I can’t for the life of me remember how old he is. High school age now I suppose...but no one has seen him in years,”

“ Years . We’re completely serious. Sharon does errands and goes to work in an office nearby as a secretary, and she shows up sometimes for a cup of coffee or the occasional church meeting, but no one has seen Sunny since his sister died. He’s the one that found her, and he completely lost his mind. He’s psychotic now,”

“Now that isn’t fair. That child went through something no person should ever have to, and at such a young age. It’s no wonder the boy has issues, but Sharon should have done something. At least forced him to keep going to school,”

“You can’t deny that the child is strange, Margaret. He was strange before he found his sister hanging from a tree. My Ethan was in classes with him, and he said he used to see Sunny staring out the window for the entire class period without blinking. Like he was possessed,”

“He was friends with Perdita’s girl, and we all know how that child turned out. She’s going to end up making license plates and eating gruel before she turns twenty, mark my words,”

“And what about what happened to the cat? You can’t deny that’s strange,”

“Oh that’s just a rumor. I don’t believe it,”

“Rumors, but no ones seen it since she died. Lacey swears that she saw a dead cat in their trash bin only a week after Mari’s funeral. Don’t look at me that way, I’m just saying. I certainly don’t have any plans to let my children near that house,”

“Even if you did, they wouldn’t let you in! Teresa’s boy goes there every afternoon, and no one ever answers the door. He’s such a sweetheart, you should introduce your kids to him. Kel’s always been a rather lonely boy for some reason, even though he’s such a nice child. He’s been practically distraught since his brother left for school, the one we told you is going to be a doctor?”

“Oh by the way, make sure you don’t say any of this to Teresa or her husband. She’s still very close with Sharon and views Sunny like one of her own. If only Kel had rubbed off a little more on him,”

“I’m just glad that Kel got out of that group of kids before it completely devolved. Teresa’s boys are far to good to be around children like Sunny and Aubrey,”

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[kirain]

What's with that post? Dutch LOVES Hosea. They're literally gay. They held hands and raised two sons together. They're so extremely gay, respect it!

Two men: Showing affection

Tumblr: They're fucking!

...In all seriousness, I have absolutely no idea what I said or did to warrant this message, but I can only assume it's because I said in another post that Dutch doesn't respect Hosea? Which he doesn't?

They're supposed to be partners, but he certainly doesn't treat him like one. He doesn't listen to him, he yells at him when he's coughing or in pain, and he makes him sleep on the cold, hard, dirty ground. He even openly ignores him in Colter, in front of the other men, and rides off when he tries to stop him from robbing Cornwall's train. I'm not saying they don't have a rich history or good moments, but it's a toxic relationship at best. Not exactly something worth praising.

If you don't believe me, you can find unique dialogues as the game progresses, verifying he’s lost all faith in Dutch. To the point that he even starts telling other members to leave. Abigail, John, Arthur, Lenny, Tilly, Sadie -- he tells all of them to leave. During a dominoes game we played together he even said, "Maybe it's just me, but Dutch seems to be getting more and more unhinged." And as early as chapter one he told Arthur, "Try to stop Dutch getting all of you killed, because I'm about beginning to think he's finally lost his mind."

There are also other conversations where Hosea’s disappointment with Dutch is far more blatant. He basically tells Arthur he’s been disillusioned for a while and wishes the gang would change, but when Arthur asks what they’d do instead of thieving, Hosea says, “I don’t know. I never knew. Guess I could never figure that out, neither.” By this point he’s just so dejected and defeatist because he knows Dutch won’t listen to him. He also goes on a whole tirade about how they’ve become “nothing but a bunch of killers”, which breaks his heart, and during a random campfire encounter he bares his soul and flat out tells the gang he no longer believes in Dutch’s “we’re above the law” philosophy.

As for the whole "they're gay" thing? Ship whoever you want. I don't care (they're fictional characters, after all). But don't come onto my blog and demand that I "respect it", because I don't. In fact, I vehemently disagree with you.

First off, Hosea was very happily married and totally devoted to his wife Bessie. So much so that after she died, he was drunk and depressed for a year. He even tried to leave the gang once he married her, but he inevitably drifted back into the life of an outlaw when he failed to find adequate work. Keep that in mind, though -- he left the van der Linde gang. He left Dutch. During the hunting mission, Arthur even says, "I remember you were gone for a long while." But according to Hosea, Bessie supported and accepted his lifestyle, since at the time they were more of a community than a “gang”. They actually helped people, like a Robin Hood band of merry men.

Hosea talking about his wife:

"Since she was ... taken from me, I miss her every day. She's what I think about when I wake up, and what I'm still thinking about when I go to sleep. Confuses me. Confuses me to no end, how a wretched sinner like me could be given someone so perfect, so beautiful to take care of. For once in my wretched life, do my best. And then she dies ... and I live on. Well, at least for now. She’s been gone many years. All them years I was given and she was not, and we’re expected to believe in judgement? What kind of a judge would save me and take her? A foolish one I can’t respect anymore than I can respect myself! I miss her so--!” He pauses, nearly crying. “Forgive me for being so maudlin, but ... it’s a fact. I know we all of us seen more death than life these past few months, but ... well, sometimes the unfairness of it all confuses me.”

In addition, when asked who the two most important people in his life are, he mentions Bessie first, before Dutch. Arguably he's known Dutch longer and he’s still alive and active in his life, but Bessie always comes first. He also says he’s “ready to die” because he’s “ready to join her”.

Please don't disregard this. Hosea is an honest, loyal, loving husband. If it was just a matter of you insisting he's gay, I'd probably have less of a problem (because, sure, that can change for some people and maybe he's bi now), but pairing him with Dutch, when he's so wholly devoted to his wife, is just reprehensible in my opinion. Dutch isn’t a good man and he treats Hosea quite poorly.

Secondly, yes, you're partially right. Hosea did raise two kids with Dutch. Actually, he raised four. Arthur, John, Tilly, and Mary-Beth. They were all young teens when they joined, but Dutch and Hosea weren't the only "parents". Grimshaw and Bessie also helped raised them. Arthur even says Bessie taught him how to play dominoes and mentions that he misses her. So I don't really understand the correlation here. You don't have to be in a sexual/romantic relationship to raise kids. And keep in mind that the story takes place during a time when entire communities worked together to raise children. Ever heard the expression "it takes a village to raise a child"?

Overall, I'm simply not comfortable overlooking Hosea's marriage and Dutch's abuse. To put it into perspective, it'd be like writing a fic where Molly and Dutch are in a happy, healthy relationship, despite all the evidence to the contrary. I'm just not the type of person who's willing to change a character's entire personality and history in order to make them fit my personal narrative.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #2 #hosea matthews #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #john marston #lenny summers #mary beth #susan grimshaw #bessie matthews #tilly #rockstar #van der linde gang #anon

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I’m doing just fine

Jotaro Kujo x AFAB Reader

This fic was written while listening to the Boyz II Men song “Doin’ Just Fine”

Summary: Years after leaving you to raise your daughter by yourself, Jotaro Kujo comes back with one thing in mind; wanting to be a father and husband.

Content warnings: Angst, pregnancy, arguing around children.

Your grip on the flimsy pregnancy test tightened as you glanced over the results. Positive. Maybe looking it over again will give you a different result. Positive. Blink a couple times. Positive, positive, positive. Your world came to a halt as you shiver while sitting on the toilet. What were you going to do? You weren’t ready for a child at your age. What would you tell him?

Thoughts of your boyfriend wave and crash in your mind. Jotaro Kujo, the silent and cold man from Japan who you had fallen in love with. In just a bit over year you both had become each others rock. He had walked into your life when you thought everything was lost, and it seemed like it was the same for him too. He didn’t talk too much about it but you could piece it together. He had gone through a traumatic experience as a teenager that left people that he knew dead. You didn’t question him too much, letting him come to you when he was ready.

This was going to crush him as much as it was going to crush you. Jotaro had brought up how eventually he’d like to have a family; have a successful career in marine biology and have multiple sons. But right now you were both in college, living off whatever you can get your hands on. He’s definitely had an easier ride than you but he always helped you without expecting anything in return.

You start to think back to a couple weeks ago when you had sex, an activity you both partook in regularly. There was something different that night, he was out of condoms but you both agreed that he’d be able to pull out in time. It seems that he pulled out a bit late. Embarrassment heats up your neck and up your face. A headache begins to take over when you hear a knock at your apartment door. It has to be Jotaro you think. He was clued in to your scare earlier today so he must be here to see the results.

You quickly clean and dress yourself hearing harsher and faster knocks. He was never the most patient. Running over to the door and greeting him, he lets himself in to walk to the bathroom. You try to catch up to him trying to talk but fumbling your words. You walk into the bathroom where he’s leaning over the counter, hands in fists. He looks over at you with a look in his eyes that you had never seen before. Fear.

You stay where you are, keeping your distance. You never liked too much physical attention and were grateful that he was the same. You can feel your forehead crease with your eyebrows, your eyes beginning to sting from keeping your eyes open at him. “What are we going to do?” You cough up while shaking. He loosens his fists, “We now have a responsibility as parents, but I can’t do this.” And with that he pushed you aside and started to head out the door. You lean against the door frame finally letting loose all the tears that refused to come out moments ago.

Seven years later you live in a small home with your daughter who you named Jolyne. She is the apple of your eye, your sunshine that motivates you everyday. She has green eyes that she got from her fathers side of the family but she looked like you in every other way. You had given up your education all those years ago but seeing your daughter run to you everyday after school made you think that you’d do it all over again if you had to. You make your way up the walkway of the tiny primary school, strain in your ankles from a long day of work. Thoughts of dinner swirling your mind before you stop in your tracks. Jolyne hugging her teachers leg looking away while a tall man with a ripped cap talking to the teacher knocks you into reality. There’s no possibility right? He wouldn’t have the balls to try to sidestep you to see your daughter. But you were proved wrong after you jog up to the teacher.

“Jolynes mother should be here soon I do not know of Jolyne having a father.”

“I’ll wait here to talk with her.”

You catch the end of their conversation, going in to pat your hand on Jolynes back. She turns to you and immediately grips your leg yelling, “Mommy this man says that he’s my dad, is that true?” You look up at the man and you’re immediately taken aback. Turquoise blue eyes are staring you down with the old frown that you used to love. “You really suck you know that?” You scoffed, kneeling down to take Jolyne in for a hug. Her black hair tickling your chin as she nuzzles into your neck. “Yes baby that’s your father like in the pictures remember?” You coo into her ear.

“I came to see you.” He states in his familiar deep voice. You stand up, taking a light grip on Jolynes tiny hand. You give him the strongest glare that you’re able to muster up, snapping, “You probably already know where we live so why did you come here? Forget it, just follow me. We live about a block away.” He grunts and nods at you, allowing you to walk in front of him with your daughter in hand. You thank the teacher for taking care of your daughter before you begin to stomp off.

Jotaro lets his eyes wander down your figure, watching how you walk. He can’t help but feel his chest tighten looking at you hand in hand with his child. This was a sight he had always wanted but he never let himself indulge in it until today. He lets you lead him into your tiny home; two bedrooms with a shared bathroom, a small living area, and a kitchen with little to no counter space. You kneel down again to talk to Jolyne, telling her to go do her homework and to let the grownups speak. She gives Jotaro a small glance before running in her room.

“Where have you been? Why are you here now?”

“I just got back from a trip in Japan for work. I wanted to come back to see how you were doing. I also need to apologize, I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have walked away from you all those years ago.” Jotaro takes off his white hat letting his hair dark hair fall out of place. You can feel yourself tensing up, you really didn’t want to have this sort of conversation with Jolyne in the house. She doesn’t know everything that happened with Jotaro and you didn’t want her to hear any arguing or yelling. You sigh, “Why did you think showing up at my daughters school was appropriate? You could have called me and we could have spoken in private. I know Jolyne is also your daughter but you haven’t been around as a father, not even when I took that test when we were both twenty one.” You motion for him to sit on the old couch in your living room. One that was on clearance at a rent center years ago when Jolyne was only a year old.

He sits down causing a big dip and creaking. His face goes solemn, looking down at his black and white boots. “I never meant to take your love away like that. I wasn’t ready to be a father and I wanted both of you to be safe.” He looks up at you with disappointment dripping off his features. You sit down next to him, smoothing out your work clothes and relaxing your ankles. “I know you weren’t ready to be a father but you know what Jotaro? I wasn’t ready to be a mother either. You left me alone, I had to leave university so I could raise my baby the way she deserves. You got to finish your education and seem to be doing well, I don’t know why you think making a tired apology will do you any better.” You whispered close to him. His eyes hadn’t left yours, listening intently to what you had to say. He leaned close to you acknowledging, “I am aware of the sacrifices you made for our daughter, I didn’t allow myself to be the proper father I should be. Please allow me to be a part of her life. I know you’ve most likely moved on from our love but I’ve thought about you everyday since then. I sat in my dorm, refusing to leave because I didn’t want to have to go out. I didn’t want to see you walk by and breakdown. Please understand that I’ve wanted to be the father and husband that you both deserve but I thought that I’d bring you nothing but danger. I need to be here for both of you, I want to give you a better home and a better life. Let me take care of you.”

You could feel tears wanting to spill out, why did he think he would be too dangerous to be around both of you? Could it have something to do with what happened to him when he was a teenager? “It may seem hard to believe but I’m doing just fine. We’ve been getting along very well without you. Time has made me stronger and you’re not longer on my mind.” That bit at the end was a lie, you thought about him everyday like he had about you. You had a picture of him in your wallet and in one of the drawers in your bedroom. He placed a hand over yours, covering it completely and squeezing lightly.

“You are my earth, my number one priority. You were the last woman I gave my love to, and I plan for it to only be you. You could ask me to do anything and it’d be as good as done.” Jotaro moves his other hand up to lay over your shoulder, wrapping it around your back. You sink into his white coat letting your tears waterfall down your face. He soothes your back warmly while wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. “I really needed you Jotaro I really did. You let our love fall apart and I really want to say that you no longer have my heart and that I’m doing just fine. I haven’t had too much time to worry about myself because I’m everywhere doing everything.” He lets you ramble on against him.

You pull back after a while, looking back into his turquoise eyes, “I’ll only allow you back if Jolyne is okay to have you around. I want her to have the choice to get to know you but if she doesn’t want to, I won’t force her.” He nods, squeezing your hand again before letting his thumb rub across the back of your hand.

#jjba x reader #jotaro imagine #jotaro x reader #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro x reader #jjba imagine #angst #jjba angst #jjba part 4 #jojos bizarre adventure #cw: pregnancy #cw: arguing around children