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voikiraz · 29 days ago

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Lover ; sunoo 선우 .

Lovers . bf!sunoo x fem!reader w. None step ? #848 M.recordings ! [ sunoo ver is so adorable ]

Syn. Lover sunoo and actions he does that makes you fold every time

ꕤ sunoo would be one of those boyfriends that would act like your best friend a lot, and with that comes stuff like doing your hair for you even if it's just a simple ponytail, he loves to do it, you’d be brushing your hair and you’re used to putting it in a ponytail when you’re around the house, but since your amazing boyfriend is around, you will definitely ask him to do it for you, just to see his concentrated face.

"Sunoo" you called for him, sitting in front of your big mirror as you put on your skin care.

"Yes" he dragged out the word, still busy in the kitchen as he made some popcorn for your movie night.

"Can you help me tie my hair?" You entered the kitchen, standing in front of him and giving him a sheepish smile.

He just smiled back as he wiped his hand from any stuff on it before coming closer to you, "of course I can, love"

You gave him a hair tie with a lovely grin as you turned around.

You can't look at his face right now, but you definitely can imagine the look on his face, brows furrowed as he lightly holds your hair, you can't even feel his hands on you.

And just like that he was done, giving a little kiss to your cheek once he was done, and casually going back to what he was doing, leaving you staring at him in awe.

ꕤ i know for a fact he WILL do this.

You'll be having a normal convo while laying on bed and then he just screams, informing you that it's 11:11.

It was almost midnight, you were hanging out at your boyfriend's place and talking about the movie you watched a few days ago when his phone started ringing, he checked it like he normally would, then he let out a gasp.

You look at him with a confused face, then he blurts out.

"Omg y/n it's 11:11, we should make a wish" he says, a big smile on his face, then he closes his eyes for a few seconds, thinking of his wish as you copy his actions.

"What did you wish for" you ask him, and he frowns.

"This is the only thing I won't tell you," he replied.

"Hey that's not fair" you pout, and an endless childfight starts.

ꕤ he will definitely do your nails.

I can rest my case here but you're lucky I won't.

And he's like so good at doing ur nails as well.

Like date night was over and he's staying over at yours and you did your skincare together and had some snacks while watching some videos on YouTube.

Now what.

"Color." He says randomly "pick a random color" he says and you give him a what the fuck look, he almost snorts at that.

"Umm pink?" you say, sounding more like a question. You see him storm to your drawers and getting out some nail polishes.

He comes back to lay on his stomach on the bed, and you don't know how you trust him so much to let him apply nail polish on you, On The Bed.

But you still let him.

"Give me your hand" he says. You following along with a big smile.

You noticed that he definitely brought more than just pink, but you let him experiment on your nails, you always do anyways.

And best believe, he is the best nail artist you even worked with.

[ He lets you do his nails as well. ]

ꕤ sunoo is a busy man. Wbk. But he never fails to text you like all the time about anything and everything.

So expect voicemails ALL the time.

"Goodmorning love, I already went out for practise, but I made you breakfast it's covered on the kitchen counter, and please remember to take your vitamins and have your water bottle next to you, I know how forgetful you can be"

"Hi cutie, I might be out a little late, I missed you so much, words cant express it, please don't wait for me, go get your beauty sleep and you will find me next to you in the morning I promise"

"Hi y/n he chuckles my mom just said that she misses you very much and she wants you to visit again, I told her I would tell you when we meet but she insisted i tell you right now, I hope you're thinking about me sweetheart, I love you, text me okay?"

"Y/n omg I can not find my new sheet masks, please tell me you didn't already finish them, I'm desperately looking everywhere, and you're not picking up my calls, please text me back"

"I am so sorry for not replying to your messages earlier baby sigh I was just a little busy with my manager, the tour is stressful, but I'm coming home soon I promise, just coming back a little late, I love you a lot, mwah"

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omiiomiaaus · 1 year ago

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im sorry... im not sure if you're accepting requests so i just wanted to give u my thoughts (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

imagine toji cant sleep. why? cuz you're sleeping right next to him and he cant keep his eyes off of u. he might be tired but he's watching as your body moves against his as you breathe and the soft feeling of your bare skin as he mindlessly caresses u. hes listening to your soft snores and he smiles at the drool at the corner of ur mouth.

hes truly head over heels 4 u and all he can think about is how grateful he is for u and how much he wants to protect u from all the bad things hes seen in the world cuz ur his sweet girl forever!! <3

thank u for listening 😌

Toji watching you sleep

This is literally the cutest shit ever oh my god I wish he was mineeeeeeee!!!!!

NOT PROOFREADING BC IM LAZYYYY

Okay so like he’d be tossing and turning until he hears your soft breathing from the other side of the bed. you’re fast asleep probably dreaming about him tbh.

He can’t help but reach over and pull you closer, chest to chest, heart to heart. Your warmth immediately easing his troubled thoughts.

His arms were wrapped firm around your sleeping form. Tired irritated eyes admiring your relaxed expression. He brought his hand to your face, pushing a stray strand of hair from out your face, his fingers ghosting over your cheek.

His fingers were calloused from all the years of having to defend himself with his hands. The same hands that battered and bruised peoples faces were privileged enough to feel your soft untouched skin. Sometimes he felt like his touch wasn’t worthy enough for you. He didn’t want to taint his sweet baby with the hands of someone who’s killed before.

But your love radiated from your heart to his soul, making him selfish, you’re his and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’d rather hold you with his corrupted hands than have someone else, someone who could give you a normal life, hold you close like this.

Toji loves to watch you sleep. your beauty never halts for a second, even when you’re blissfully in another world while dreaming. It amazes him more, the fact that you’re unaware of the beauty you possess in such intimate moments like these.

He went from struggling to sleep because of insomnia to willingly depriving his body of rest just to watch you.

To watch the way your chest raises and falls with every deep breathe you take. The way your face twitches, probably a reaction from your dream.

He could watch you all night. He loved you so much he’d whisper it in your ear, gently kissing the top of your head.

The silence brought thoughts into his mind, thoughts of the moments you two shared. Your first kiss, your first date, your first fight. Moments he wouldn’t have wanted to share with anyone else but you. His mind and heart raced a mile per minute. He laid there under your body, hand coming up to rub his face. He looked back down at you, pure love filling his eyes.

His thoughts shifted from questions to statements.

“Does she really want to be with me forever?” “Am I really good enough for her?”

“I’m thinking too much, she’s the one, I’m sure if it, I want her in my life forever.”

Toji was not a man of many words… he kept his thoughts to himself but he’d make it known just how much he loves you. He’d protect you and cherish you for the rest of his life.

“I love you” he whispered into your hair, bringing his arms tighter around your body, stroking your hair. His heart skipped 10 thousand beats when you nuzzled into him like a little cat curling it’s body in its sleep.

It would be early morning by the time he falls alseep, 4am. The birds outside starting to chirp little wake up tunes and his mind would clear, your soft body comforting him. You’re all he needs in life, and he wants to give you the world in return for you just being you.

Man y/n’s so lucky… 😓 my inbox is open for feedback and thoughts but if you send some requests that’s fine too, I’ll get to them whenever I have time sooo if anyone wants to send me some that would be great cause I want to have more posts :) -Omi

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bahrtofane · 7 months ago

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dialogue 7 trope 8 with tchouameni pls. so happy that ppl are finally writing for him 🥹❤️

- "ooohh you wanna kiss me sooo bad." - Bodyguard au

happy to write for him! he needs more love enjooyyyy

word count - 800+

watch it - flirty tch and weapon mentioned like once enjoyy

You know you're not a very stereotypical bodyguard. Shorter than most, no rippling muscles that tear shirts apart. It does give you the advantage of surprise. No one expects you. Even more so for the man you've been tasked to protect.

You know they hired you specifically to blend in and so you do. Still keeping close but you look like you could be anything from a part of the crowd to a friend and whatever more. You've seen yourself on a few gossip pages and on news articles here and there.

They have yet to put the pieces together and you want to keep it that way. You have a job to do and a man to protect. A man that for the life of you you can't understand.

He's an enigma on a good day. Aurélien keeps a curious eye on you, eager to watch you. But yet so hesitant.

He doesn't talk to you all that much, but when he does he manages to squeeze playful words in between each sentence. Always catching you off guard. He goes from being honed in and focused to letting his shoulders loose in a laugh.

Today seems like no exception. You wait in the wings backstage of an event. It's just a rehearsal for the actual thing yet you're here. Its empty save for stage screws running about with wires and microphones tangled on the floor.

You stand arms crossed a few feet away from where Aurélien is being fitted with different wires and what not. He speaks, arms waving lazily and nodding along to whatever his agent is saying. You haven't talked to him today yet.

He spots you soon enough, giving you a wave while you respond with a curt nod. He gets shown to where you stand, told to “hang out” here for a second while they adjust the lighting.

“Didn't know they dragged you here too?” he says, hands resting inside the pockets of his jacket.

“I have a job to do.” you shrug.

“Does it even get boring? Being around the same person all the time. I know I get tired.”

Your expression remains neutral, though a spark of amusement flickers in your eyes. "Perhaps," you hum, "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm here to protect you, whether you like it or not."

He grins, gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before turning back to watch the lights cycle through the different settings. "Well, in that case, I suppose I'll just have to make your job as interesting as possible," he says with a lazy shrug.

You roll your eyes, but cant help the small smile that tugs at your lips. "I have no doubt you will," you reply dryly

Aurélien gives you a playful smirk before leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You know," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes, "sometimes I wonder if all this protection is just an excuse to be close to me."

You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt at flirting. "Don't flatter yourself," you retort, though you can't stop the smile that seems between your words. He's bold today.

Leave it to Aurélien to find a way to wiggle into your personal space and under your skin with his words so early in the day. And you have so many more hours left with him. How thrilling.

He chuckles softly, leaning even closer until his breath brushes against your ear. "Oh, come on," he murmurs, "we both know deep down, you wanna kiss me sooo bad."

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head at his shameless antics. "You wish," you reply, giving him a playful shove before straightening up, feeling the waistband of your pants for your weapon. Old habits die hard you suppose.

Aurélien grins, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he steps back, resuming his role in the rehearsal.

You don't know what game he really plays. If his words really hold any meaning. If you should listen. So you choose the safe route and brush them off and try to do your job. Even if he insists on making it near impossible.

He sends you knowing looks from the other side of the backstage area. Ones you know would easily strike up talk. But you can't talk your eyes off him. Partly because of your job and partly due to him being so- what's the word- dazzling.

You do want to kiss him, but he doesn't need to know that. Not now at least.

For now you watch him do his thing while you try to do your job and push away his voice from ringing in your ears over and over.

we both know deep down

#bahr footy #aurelien tchouameni x reader #tchouameni x reader #tchouaméni x reader #tchouameni #aurelien tchouameni #bahr 300 event #aurélien x reader #aurélien x you #aurelien x reader #YAY #footballer fic #football fanfic #footy fic

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wanderlust2am · 9 months ago

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I can’t express how many times i have rewritten this message to ensure that I say the right things. But truth be told, I dont think there is a right thing to say, as in the last few months I couldn’t stop dreaming about this time to come. Now that it has, there are truly no words to say, there is no motive to converse with you anymore.

I hold no hatred or anger in my heart, everything that has occurred throughout our relationship has been not only accepted, but forgiven. I dreamt about us having one last conversation and perhaps even meeting in person to converse one last time. But the truth is, that is not necessary and never was.

I can’t describe the sleepless nights on end while I cried over you and my own actions, how much I filled my mind with such negativity wishing I can take so many things back. But I have accepted that I cant, and the sorrow that the break up brought me also brought me closer to my own heart.

I want to sincerely apologize to you for all the wrongdoings I have brought you throughout our relationship and also our friendship. You are a good person, and although you are not my person - I hold pure love for you and wish you the best in this life. I want to apologize for the wrongs on my end. I accepted them and have move past it all, our relationship was truly not love wasted and I learned from it.

Honest to God, while I was moving on - I was crushed by the fact that I did not leave you alone when I went through your phone. It would have saved us a lot, but also we gained so much from the after. I truly fell in love with you, all of you. The good and the bad, I loved every part of you. I hope you felt that, because it was there. That doesn’t change the fact that I should have chosen to love myself more than to love you.

While I was trying to move forward, my times of weaknesses I couldn’t help but check on you for weeks and it truly not just broke, but shattered my heart to see that you returned to all those women who you once claimed meant nothing to you. Women who you told me that never brought anything to your life, but empty friendships. Women who you told me used you and were never truly your friends. That made my mind spiral in a way where I truly believed that our relationship was never cherished or as valuable as I believed.

Your friendship with Brianna was never my business and I should have never allowed you to remove her in order to continue a relationship with me. I always knew that was a burden on your friends and yourself. I should have never placed myself in a situation where I am an odd man out.

I also want to apologize for how my distance during the holidays made you feel during yours. I sought help for myself and worked on ways I can change my forms of communication, because truth be told I was in such a dark place. And that time of my life was never revolved around you, it was not revolved around anyone but my own mind. I did not bail on you or purposely do anything to shit all over your holidays. Every year I visit my best friend’s family for the holidays to express y condolences, but even then I could not do that. I was truly in such an area of my life I will never allow myself to get to again.

I apologize for that, as being in a much better place now made me realize that I hurt a lot of my loved ones because what felt like the happiest time of the year for many felt like my darkest. But at the end of the night, that was my burden to deal with and wanting someone to help me through that was something I should never have placed on any of my loved ones.

At the end of it all, I hope you know I loved you in forms I can never express to you. I saw so much in you, in ways where I no longer do now. I cared about everything you do and wanted the best for you. I wanted to hear everything you wanted to achieve and everything you achieved. I dreamt about the day where your graduation will arrive and I would help you celebrate. I even thought about the times where I would hear stories about your first job. Nothing ever mattered to me besides you, and the idea that you did not feel that broke me. I felt like such a shitty person and a shitty partner.

I learned from it, and I know you did as well. I am sorry we hurt each other in order for that to happen.

I truly hold no negativity in my heart and I think about a conversation we shared on our first date where we expressed what we want from this life and I stated that I just want to be kind. And that is still true, and I will continue to have that be my motive as I continue to grow as a person. I truly wish nothing but the best for you.

You have a beautiful family and I hope you find someone who loves and cares for you in ways where you never felt like I did.

Thank you for reaching out, I hope you accept my apology and see that I truly never intended to bring any pain into your life. I loved you in ways I can’t express to you. As I move forward, I am happy that I was able to tell you my side, but there is no need for a back and forth conversation. Thank you, take care of yourself. Goodbye.

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vritest · 3 years ago

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misunderstood.

Andrew!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

A LOT OF ANGST. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Part Two

“I think this is it” you said holding the new type of web formula you created for your best friend, Peter Parker, or spider man. You basically helped him create new things for his suit , and thought of ways you could improve everything about him and his powers. He didn’t know what he could’ve done without you. The truth is, ever since sophomore year, which was when he met you, you have been crushing on him. How could you not to be honest? He was cute, funny, extremely smart, and was just the best best friend you could ever ask for, your thoughts stopped as he spoke up, “thanks y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you, seriously” he told you, you loved when he would make sure you knew you did a great job on whenever you were doing, you turned the chair of your desk to face him, and smiled “it’s always no problem” you reassured him. Peter began to pack up his stuff to go back to aunt mays. You looked at him as he unzipped his backpack and put in his chemistry books that he had put all over your carpet, “Peter, before you leave i wanted to ask you something”, you said softly, but loud enough for Peter to hear. The brunette put his chem book down, and looked up at you showing, that he was all ears. “What is it?” He asked curiously, you coughed awkwardly not knowing how to use the correct words. “Uh well, I’ve been thinking about us” you said scratching your neck awkwardly, you looked down at your denim ripped jeans. His brown eyes continued to look at you, but you refused to make eye contact and instead just continued your statement, you sighed “I like you Peter”. You finally said it, but he was just in shock. You finally looked up at him and reading by his facial expressions, you could tell he did not expect you to say that. He looked around your room, that was filled with posters of your favorite rock bands and then back at you, “are you kidding?” He asked with a more serious tone that you never really heard him speak in, like, ever. You looked back at him regretting everything you just said, “so, no?” You asked for clarification, trying your best not the start bursting in to tears. “I’m sorry y/n, I do really love you but we’re just best friends. I really don’t see how we could be together, quite honestly. I think we work better off as friends”. Tears started streaming down your face, as you tried to hold a smile. Peter of course, noticed it and came closer to you and wiped your tears with his thumb. “I don’t get you Peter” you finally said. He tilted his head in confusion not knowing what you meant, “what?” He asked. You held up your hand to his hand and removed it from your cheek. “All these years, I’ve been trying to act like I feel absolutely nothing for you and it’s so hard” you said as your voice cracked, it’s time you lead it all out. “And you know what? You’re always touching me, reassuring me, making me feel loved. To the point where I thought you actually felt the same, and I fucking hate it so much” you sighed with a sad tone that almost made Peter cry as well because he hated seeing you like this, especially when you were crying because of him. He said nothing in response. “That’s what I thought” you said. You always thought yourself as peters best friend that would help him out with his Spider-Man duty’s, but now you wonder, what if he was just using you and playing with your feelings? Your eyes turned to the picture on your dresser. It was of you and him, in junior year, he had taken a selfie of you two together with his camera. You guys were at a park, with smiles on your faces, such young innocent smiles. You wish it would’ve stayed like that. “I cant believe you used me, and took control of my emotions just for the sake of helping you out on your stupid Spider-Man thing” you cried, Peter didn’t stay silent this time though. “I would never ever use you y/n, why would you think that little of me?” he asked, sounding more angry than before, “why wouldn’t I?” You replied back. As the silence grew bigger you didn’t know what else to say, do or think.

All you knew was that you wanted him gone. “Get out” you said. “Don’t do this, y/n” he pleaded. “Didn’t you hear me the first time, I’m done working with you” you stated once again. And this time peter did started packing up. The whole time you were trying not to cry once again. You knew you would regret this. But this was for the better. Peter put his backpack on his shoulders, he looked at you before leaving with tears filling his eyes. You didn’t know though because you were looking down the whole time refusing eye contact. The door closed. You put your head on your desk crying and crying. It was when you finally calmed down that you noticed, he didn’t even take the formula that you made.

A/n: this took me like 1 hour to write. I don’t really like it but oh well 😭 (excuse the grammar errors, writing on my phone isn’t fun)

#andrew garfield spiderman x reader #peter parker #marvel #spider man x reader #spider man x y/n #spiderman #spider man fanfiction #angst with a sad ending #andrew garfield

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 2 years ago

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hi. can i share something. its pretty personal...its sad but also a message of hope.

so. ive been freaking out rly bad about attending this bladee show tomorrow, august 6th. the real reason for this is not just my ocd and social anxiety but also.. last year on august 6th my really good friend died. they were going by the name saint at the time. i only knew them online but we were extremely close since around 2014. we would talk often, and in-depth, bcus we both had extensive interest in metaphysics, god, angels, etc. and we both had dead parents, specifically dead from illness, so we rly deeply related to each other on those matters. they were like 9 years older than me, so i looked up to them as an older sibling. it absolutely shattered my heart when i found out they died because i know it was an accident. i think they OD’d on fentanyl cus they had been posting about relapsing shortly b4 they died. but i dont know for sure, there’s no obituary for them since they don’t have parents or family. i have cried about it every day for a year.

when i saw what day the bladee show was, i felt a million feelings at once, like, oh my god, is this some kind of orchestrated angel event? saint had the most unwavering faith, they believed in angels more than anyone ive ever met, there was no doubt in their mind. we would talk about our synchronicities constantly. it was our fav thing to discuss. they were so validating of my experiences. so in a way, i rly feel like, their angel is escorting me to this show as some sort of gift for making it thru the past year. ive been going thru my saturn return on top of grieving their death, and idk, its just been one of the worst times in my life, ive never been closer to giving up. the timing of this show rly makes me feel like saint is blessing me. bladee, saint and I are all life path 9s who r obsessed w metaphysics n spirituality, which adds to the meaning of this synchronicity for me.

the reason ive been so terrified to attend the show is because i keep having ocd freakouts that someone is going to die or that, like, this date is evil and tainted or soemthing. like literally to the point that ive spent a few entire days this past week just crying in my bed because im so terrified of losing anyone else in my life. but as the show gets closer, i am realizing i just need to trust god and believe that im allowed to enjoy myself. believe that saint’s angel is protecting me and my loved ones, just like they have every day for the past year. they have sent me so many signs, and ive known a lot of dead people but never have i received so many obvious signs from anyone, even my own father. it makes me wonder if saint graduated the rebirth cycle, since they were a 9, and they brought so much goodness to this world. i think they graduated and are now a very powerful angel forever.

its been so hard to go on without them. they were my grief councellor fr. there were some years of my life where they were one of the only people i talked to because no one else could understand. they loved POSTING, we met on tumblr and they were always so supportive of the way i express myself. after they died was when i started drawing and posting on here again bcus i knew i had to honor them this way. i cant put into words how much their friendship impacted me and i wish i could do more, i wish i cld plaster their face onto every wall and scream from the rooftops “THATS MY FRIEND AND I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!”. god i am going to cry so much at the bladee show, i know they’ll b rite there on my shoulder the whole time.

if u read all this, thank you. it weighs on me massively n i try not to show it too much online but man. i have been a mess. n sometimes i just wanna spill my guts. i cld say so so much more about my dear friend but i’ll leave it at this for now. im praying that the show goes well tomorrow and everyone makes it there safely. if u guys cld pray for me too id rly appreciate. i rly feel like saint is with me and im allowed to have hope now. i love you saint. thankyou for posting so much so i have plenty to look back on. <3

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years ago

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i needed you. i needed you, and you weren't here! so where the HELL were you?! " + Aizen Sousuke

my brain is saying angst lately so <3 This doesn't follow the exact same dialogue because I don't think Aizen would ever say that full out. But y'know.

Features: ANGST. one man ruining all his relationships for one bet that went to absolute shit.

"I Needed You" + Sosuke Aizen

Captain Kyoraku leaves you the moment the necessary bindings are undone. As though he's done something you ordered, saying nothing when you thank him. His lone eye can’t meet yours, smile stuck rather than meant.

You wonder how deeply it cuts the man bound before you, to see such humble actions from the captain who is closer to divinity than he ever will be. The smooth expression Aizen wears gives nothing but the features he can not help but show. If he could, you’re sure he would wipe his face clean, to remain an inhuman mystery, more than he already is.

The real mystery is why you've allowed yourself to do this. To go through the steps of requesting a meeting with Captain Kyoraku and every step after being a deliberate move toward this moment.

At no point did you feel how you do now, grasping your own stomach to keep the world from spinning you sick.

"You look horrible," you say, swallowing the sting in your throat. "You've sat there the entire time?"

Not even a smirk or smug widening of the eyes greets you. And your stomach flips, hopeful.

"And I will sit here until they get careless," he says. "Or more likely, when they have need of me."

"Have you been eating, at least?"

Aizen's face flashes, but the ripples calm before you can understand what caused the disturbance in the first place. "No."

"But...how? Your spiritual pressure..."

"Is suppressed. They wouldn't allow anyone lesser to do what the good Captain just did for you, day in and day out."

Your frown pointed to your sandals. How poor had your spiritual pressure been, as a child? And still...you'd hungered. Surely, he still did too.

"I'm sorry," you say, eyes desperately trying to pull SOMETHING from him, scrambling against the stone of his expression. "That isn't right."

"Nothing in Soul Society is right," he sighed. "And it never will be."

'Because I am down here' went unsaid, but rang off the reishi-supressing walls loud enough to be heard.

"I wish..."

Your tongue stuck to the roof of your dry mouth and you thought better of going on with that line of thought.

Changing your approach, you try again, "I miss you. Everyday passes so fast without you."

If you'd done this before the Quincy war, you'd chew your words with more bite. But that war had held you underwater, starving of you breath until your last, and every day since had been a failing battle to dry yourself off.

Everything exhausted you. And you missed the man who tried so hard to be God. Some days you thought his failure was best. Others, you cried for him, wanting so much for him to be up there. To have something, even if you couldn’t.

"Perhaps the Gotei 13 will grow desperate and attempt to rehabilitate me. Would you enjoy that?"

Aizen did smirk then, leaning back the small amount he was able to in a play at repose.

"No," you say with a cracked voice. "I don't want you to be a Captain again. I just want you."

He leaned harder, smiled wider, and you bit your cheeks until the pressure felt unbearable. Until you were sure your teeth would pop through.

"Somehow, I doubt that."

Releasing the tension in your jaw, the smooth inside of your cheeks, you tasted metal and hissed smoke, "Oh, don't. Do not do that."

"Doubt? I am a cautious man," Aizen said. "As you should know."

You felt as punished--as thoroughly imprisoned--as he looked. The tears you had been holding off gathered in your eyes, spilling over as your shoulders shook.

"Stop acting like this."

His lips thinned as you brushed tears from your face. "My apologies. You can imagine how few guests I have nowadays. I've forgotten my manners, haven't I."

All at once, the horrible maelstrom of feelings you'd been hugging to your chest since he betrayed the Seireitei broke free in one wet gasp of air.

"You're not being fair! You expected me to...to stand by the man I fell in love with as he turns into someone I can't even touch? To watch everything burn? How could I? What was I supposed to do?"

"Fair," Aizen said in a flat tone, his smirk making it unkind. "We're in the Seireitei. Of course nothing is fair--not even you."

You weren't able to stop crying, the tears soaking the sleeve that covered your eyes, "I still loved you. I still love you now."

The silence that answers is ugly with your own sobs. You think he's done talking. That he's going to leave you there, holding all of your pain and his.

You hear Aizen sigh, unrefined and tired, "You were still needed."

“By who,” you said. If you could only shake at him. Claw at his shoulders until he spit it out. “Who needed me?”

“…We needed you,” Aizen barely managed to shrug, solemn face not matching his tone. “For the war.”

The war.

Of course nothing you hoped for would happen.

What a bastard.

You interrupt your own crying with a bark of laughter that shudders back into a sob as you inhale.

He couldn't tell the simplest truth. That he needed you. That it was him who needed you the same way you needed him. That he was a man who felt angry, betrayed, and abandoned--just like you did.

Letting your arm fall to your side, you gave him one last once over. One last moment. One last chance.

But peeled fruit rots if you don't eat away at it. And the man in front of you was a dark pit, the flesh long gone.

"Why cant you just say it," you pleaded, wanting very much for these not to be the last words you spoke to him. "That you wanted me to go to Hueco Mundo, because you love me."

Aizen said nothing. Spared you no witty rebuttal. Just sat, face pale and blank, on his consolation throne. Buried too low to be God and sat too high to be yours, to be Sosuke Aizen, the man you fell in love with.

You left with Captain Kyoraku, eyes still desperately searching for something--anything--to break through, until you forced yourself up the stairs. Into the sun.

Back to the world that drove good men into broken gods.

#sosuke aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #bleach imagines #angst! it’s what’s for dinner #he’s literally made for angst #god man said I’m gonna ruin all my relationships for a throne

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emonaculate · 4 years ago

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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

#eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #black reader #eren has anger issues but is still sweet

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drabbles-mc · 3 years ago

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Distant

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: could i have a juice x reader fic around this conversation. J: i hate myself, i hate this, I cant do anything right. R: :slap: i won't let you talk badly about the man i love.

Warnings: angst, Juice being a sad boy

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: So I did tweak the request a little bit because slapping just didn’t...sit right with me. Hope you still enjoy, though. This is just a angsty lil one-shot for Juan Carlos.

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When you’d stopped by the clubhouse earlier that day looking for Juice, the guys had told you he’d taken off a few hours before. You tried texting and calling him, but everything went unanswered. When you had asked the guys if they knew why he had been so skittish and distance, you couldn’t get a straight answer out of anyone. That fact only made you more concerned, but it also meant that whatever was eating at him was a club issue, and that sent a jolt of fear down your spine. There were a lot of problems that you could try to help Juice solve, but club shit was above your paygrade.

You called again as you walked back to your car, and when you went to voicemail again, you left another message. You left one saying that you were leaving the clubhouse and making your way to his place. The likelihood of him listening to that before you got there was slim to none, but at least no one could say that you didn’t try to give him the heads up.

When you got to his house, you saw his bike parked in the driveway. Taking a deep breath, you put your car in park and cut the ignition. The light above the front steps was off but you could see the light coming from inside and you knew that he was home. You lingered on his front step for a couple seconds, taking a deep breath to get your courage up a little bit before knocking on the door.

You heard some scuffling behind the door, and a few moments later it was slowly pulled open, revealing a very tired and sad-looking Juice. Your heart sank at the sight of him alone, but the fact that he tried to force some kind of a smile for you but couldn’t broke your heart all that much more.

“Hey,” he leaned against the door, “everything alright?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” you couldn’t help but to take note of the fading bruises around his eye and on his cheek, “Can I come in?”

He hesitated, but ended up nodding, “Yea, yea of course,” he opened the door wider so you could walk inside. Once you were inside, he looked around the front of his house as if to make sure no one else was there with you before closing and locking both locks on the door. Only then did he finally turn around and face you, “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, “N-nothing,” you didn’t quite know how to go about saying something without making it seem like you were trying to be nosey, or like you were mad at him, “I just, I feel like I haven’t heard from you in a bit. Wanted to make sure that you were okay,” you tapped the toe of your shoe on the hardwood floor, “Stopped by the clubhouse earlier to look for you, but you weren’t there either.”

His eyes grew a little wider, “Did the guys say anything to you?”

“No…should they have?” your heart was slowly dropping into your stomach.

The expression on his face made it clear that he knew he just put himself behind the eight ball. Shaking his head, he tried to string together a response, “No, no that’s not…that’s not what I meant. I just…I didn’t know…”

“What happened?” you stepped in closer, slowly reaching and tilting his head so you could get a better look at him.

He fought the urge to flinch away from your touch. The hesitancy had nothing to do with you, but at that point his body and mind couldn’t differentiate anymore. You saw the slight panic in his eyes and you gently traced your thumb along his cheekbone in an attempt to soothe him. It was partially successful—you felt him leaning slightly into your touch despite the fact that his body was still tense.

“Lot of heat with the club right now,” he tried to leave it as vague as possible.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly as you brought your hand back to your side, hoping that he would give you more than just that, “Anything I can do?”

He immediately shook his head, “No, no. I don’t…I don’t want you getting caught in the middle of any of it.”

“Middle of what?” you prompted him to tell you more.

His breathing quickened as the events of the last few weeks came rushing back at hyper-speed. He didn’t want to tell you everything that had been going on, the terrible things that he’d done to try and save himself and the club. You wouldn’t be able to look at him the same way—he knew it.

“Nothing,” he couldn’t look you in the eye, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hey,” you stepped in closer to him and slipped your hands into his, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on.”

“No,” he almost pulled away from you but didn’t, “you can’t help. This isn’t your mess to clean up.”

“We’re a team, right?” you gave his hands a light squeeze, “Whatever shit we get into, we get out of together.”

He almost wished that you weren’t being so supportive. It would’ve been so much easier to push you away if you didn’t handle it well. Everything that had been thrown your way you’d always handled with grace and it was the first time that he ever wished that you wouldn’t. He needed you at arm’s length and he didn’t know how to get you there without breaking his own heart in the process.

“This isn’t like that,” the truth was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t spill it. Shaking his head, he pulled away from you, turning his body so that you couldn’t see the look on his face, “I hate myself, I hate this—I can’t do anything right.”

Your brows knitted and the softness disappeared from your tone as you spoke up, “Hey,” you stepped in closer to him again, pulling him back towards you and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were wide, never having heard you be that firm with him before, “Don’t do that. I’m not going to let you talk like that about the man I love, alright?” you shook your head, tone becoming gentle again as the statement washed over him, “I love you, and whatever it is, we’ll get through it. We always do.”

Tears were gathering in his eyes, “This isn’t like before.”

“Okay, then we’ll figure it out,” you cupped his face in your hands.

“I don’t wanna lose you,” his voice trembled slightly as he soaked up the warmth from your hands.

“I’m here,” you nodded, leaning in and kissing him softly on the cheek, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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softyoongiionly · 4 years ago

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Talk to Me in Korean (Advanced Edition)

Your boyfriend’s English is basically better than yours at this point.

After an amazing birthday, he decides to use his newfound skills to get ahead and begin planning next years celebration.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: established relationship au, domestic au, idol! jk, this is a part three to my other talk to me in korean installments but they don’t have to be read in order :)

A/N: Hiiii I’m back??? Hopefully??? This past month has been ROUGH (but like 2020 am I rite?) so I’ve been having a ton of writers block but as always, Jungkook has a way of pulling me out of all of the that. I’m sorry this is like my 50000th domestic jk story in a row ok??? I CANT HELP IT, ITS HIS FAULT. okiii anyway I love you, it’s 3am- this is unedited and im so sleepy. I love you again.

Warnings: smut (18+ only plz), more so dirty talking than anything but stillll

Fresh coffee.

It’s the first thing Jungkook smells when his eyes peek open.

His flush against the white cotton of the pillow that still holds the scent of your shampoo.

He literally can’t help the grin that erupts onto his lips as he remembers exactly how the night before played out.

As he remembers exactly where he is.

He remembers that his members had organized a surprise dinner for his birthday party which included the finest selection of meat, veggies and various other side dishes money could buy.

Not to mention, they ended the evening the introduction of a giant banana milk themed cake.

Despite stuffing himself till near immobilization as well as being surrounded by his best friends, nothing could have prepared him for his final gift: you.

The boys had flown you in from out of town and organized for your arrival in the middle of the party.

Jungkook may have shed a few tears as nothing could have made him happier than seeing his beautiful girlfriend pushing through the doors of the venue.

Once the boys had gone to home, Jungkook had taken you up to his room to finish off the evening with birthday sex.

Predictable? Maybe.

Did either of you care? Absolutely not.

It had been 3 months since the two of you had seen each other and he was nothing short of desperate for your touch.

Now however, he’s experiencing a different kind of bliss as the smell of bacon begins to waft in through his cracked bedroom door.

His smile broadens as he realizes very quickly that the same beautiful woman who had made his birthday so special had woken up early to make him breakfast.

He cannot begin to imagine how lucky he is but, he plans on using his day off to show you how much he appreciates you.

In a million different ways...

Running a hand through the raven locks on his head, he pushes himself to a sitting position. Upon doing so, he notices the faint red marks over the valleys and curves of his stomach whilst simultaneously feeling a hint of pain across the middle of his back. He smirks to himself and curiously runs the tips of his fingers over the aggravated flesh of his stomach.

What a night...

He finally stands up, moving his body in every necessary direction to stretch out the soreness in his muscles before taking note of his current attire.

Given the events of last night, it surprised him that he had even managed to pull on the pair of white boxer-briefs that currently adorned his figure. He assumed he had fallen asleep naked.

Jungkook experiences a pivotal moment then, completely on his own.

He realizes that he doesn’t want to put anything else on.

To some people, this wouldn’t be a big deal but to Jungkook, its everything.

When he first travelled to Seoul, he was too shy to remove his shirt in front of his hyungs, let a lone strut around the dorm in his boxers.

But with you, he’s finally starting to realize that not only is he comfortable with you but, he has a massive desire to express that to you.

He wants you to have parts of him that no one else has.

He wants you to know that you’re the only one who gets him this way.

Without the fancy clothes, the layers of makeup, the band aids on his tattoos, the carefully scripted words and persona...

That you alone have all of him.

He chuckles to himself, running a hand through his hair once again as he picks on himself for making such a big deal out of something so small.

But he knows that you’d get it and that quickly squashes any of his desire to make fun of himself.

As he approaches his bedroom door, he feels the ghost of nerves directly in the pit of his stomach.

Why was he nervous? You’ve literally seen him naked before.

He’s been inside of you more times than he can count so why was he overthinking going out to greet his girlfriend in his boxers?

He rolls his eyes at himself, “Because you’re weird, that’s why...” He mutters to himself before finally pushing open the door.

His kitchen is off to the left, slightly tucked behind a bit of wall and he is annoyed with the layout of his apartment because he is getting in the way of immediately seeing your pretty face.

When he does see you however, it’s entirely worth the wait.

You’ve got a portable speaker set up a safe distance away from your work station emitting a bit of soothing music throughout the kitchen along with a pot of fresh coffee on the island with his favorite Iron Man mug sitting right next to it, awaiting his arrival. There’s a few pans on the stovetop sizzling with various breakfast items that Jungkook doesn’t care to notice at first because his eyes are far too concerned with you.

And boy does he desperately wish that this was his daily life...

Your wear minimal clothing as well but there are fuzzy socks on your feet and a bit of bedhead adorning your crown and that’s really all that he needs to see to conclude that you are the most fantastic thing to ever grace the planet.

“G’morning...” He nearly mumbles, placing a hand on the counter.

He ensures his voice is soft enough not to startle you and thankfully his presence emits nothing more but a smile from your lips.

You turn towards him with the same smile, eyes raking over his body shamelessly before returning his greeting, “Good morning birthday boy. Did you sleep ok?”

He chuckles lightly, his head cocking to the side in confusion, “My birthday was...yesterday yeah?”

Your smile grows at his question as you make your way over to the sleepy man before you.

“It was.” You concede and as you near his figure, you slide your hands around his waist, “But I wasn’t with you the whole day so, I’m trying to make up for lost time.”

Immediately, he grins boyishly his capable hands sliding up your body to pull you flush against his.

“But you already gave me so many presents...” He insists, leaning towards your lips, “Remember last night?”

You take a moment to admire how good his English has gotten and silently applaud him for managing to lead such an incredibly busy life and learn a second language all at the same time. You try your best not to vocalize your praise to often though because you know how shy it makes him.

Before you can answer, he presses his lips to yours, humming gently in his throat and promptly smiling into your mouth.

As you indulge in him for a moment your fingers gently brush the tan skin across his back. Your touch sends a shiver up your boyfriends back which then gives you no choice but to return the smile present in your kiss.

“Duh...” You murmur which prompts a delighted chuckle to escape his mouth, “How could I forget? You were like superman last night with all that stamina...”

Your observation causes your boyfriend to frown playfully as he points to the mug sitting atop the counter.

“Not superman- Iron Man.” He insists, still holding you close, the warmth of his presence infecting you.

With a snort, you pull back slightly to catch the glint in his eyes, “I don’t know how me comparing you to Ironman would make much sense babe but, if you want to be Iron Man then how am I to deny you?”

Jungkook smirks, already satisfied with his response before he’s even uttered it.

“I’m like Iron Man because he is a machine...” He wiggles his brows at you, “...and so am I.”

After the look of incredulity that crosses your face, you have no choice but to laugh, leaning slightly away from him to indicate that you have to head back to your breakfast before it burns.

“Alright fair enough-” You concede, still giggling a bit as his grip tightens on your body, his own beautiful smile still present on his mouth, “I gotta finish cooking, or else we’re gonna have burnt bacon for breakfast.”

He shrugs, unimpressed as he uses his inhuman strength to hug you tighter, “Bacon is bacon.”

This prompts more laughter as he reluctantly walks to the stove with you, your body still encased in his grip.

“I can’t cook with your mega muscles constricting my arms-” You point out, craning your neck slightly to try and meet his gaze, a ghost of a smile on your lips, which is still locked onto a mixture of mischief and joy.

With a furrowed brow he leans in slowly before pecking your lips quickly and finally releasing you, “What is constricting?”

His question is asked from near the coffee pot, his hands gingerly moving his mug closer to him.

He is VERY careful with this particular mug.

“Constricting is like when you squeeze something really really tight-” You explain softly, taking the now well-done strips of bacon out of the pan before laying them on some paper towels.

He’s pouring himself a cup of coffee, his eyes narrowed in focus as he nods, “Ohhh ok- you mean like how snakes do?”

“Yeah exactly!” You smile brightly, turning towards him with encouragement on your face, “that’s why we call certain kinds of snakes constrictors because that’s how they kill their pray. Honestly, it wasn’t the best word choice on my part because, people definitely use the word squeeze more but-”

He shakes his head then, his eyes still focusing on preparing his cup of coffee, “It doesn’t matter- you taught me another new word without even trying to.” He assures you before a cocky smirk comes across his face, “I bet I know more words than Namjoon-hyung now...”

His comment makes you laugh as his competitiveness is something you adore despite the fact that you don’t fully understand it.

“Oh for sure, you probably know more words than I do honestly, with how often you practice.”

Jungkook smiles broadens at your praise, his eyes finally flitting up towards you, “Probably.”

He laughs along with you now, the sound of your giggling sending warmth into his heart as he brings the mug to his lips.

“You’re a brat.” You point out simply, still smiling because you literally do nothing else with this kid as you begin to fry up the last batch of bacon.

Suddenly, you feel his presence behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist whilst his nose burrows playfully into your neck, “Noooo an angel.”

Snorting again, you pretend his lips near such a sensitive area doesn’t affect you as you continue with your current task, “An angel? What on Earth would make you think that?”

Your teasing prompts a bout of snickering to leave his lips as he hugs you tighter to him, the soft scent of his hair sending a wave of comfort through you.

“You call me a good boy all the time...”

Although his comment is meant to be innocent, the way he intentionally lowers his tone causes your thighs to press together.

“I do,” You admit, trying to keep it together as you crack a few eggs into an awaiting pan, “I don’t know if that makes you an angel though.”

Jungkook senses the change in your voice and rather then shy away from the direction the conversation is heading, he decides to go with it.

“That’s true-” He murmurs and it’s then you can feel the smirk against the curve of your neck, “Especially since you only call me that when I’m making you cum huh?”

This causes your eyes to grow wide and given that your flirtatious boyfriend is staring at you already, there is no way for you to hide it.

So instead you play along, enjoying this new side of him more than you care to admit.

“Exactly.” You mutter, giggling to yourself as you feel a bit of heat on your cheeks, “Go set the table or something- you're going to make me burn the kitchen down.”

With a cheeky giggle, he seems satisfied with his mission to fluster you, placing a kiss to your cheek and rushing off to do as you’ve asked him to.

Breakfast passes without any more of Jungkook’s reckless behavior and you’re thankful for it because, you sincerely doubt that you’d be able to focus on your plate when you have a foul-mouthed buffet sitting across from you.

Jungkook insists on helping you clean up whilst also reminding you once again that his birthday was yesterday and that he doesn’t want any more special treatment.

All he wants is to be with you today.

You honor his request by sitting up a massive mountain of pillows and blankets in his living room and situating yourselves in front of his flat screen.

With the curtains closed and the scent of Jungkook’s sea breeze candle wafting throughout the room, the two of you begin watching a movie together.

However, halfway through the movie, the plans begin to morph into something else entirely.

Armed with newly found confidence, your boyfriend begins kissing you, his hands making their way towards your hips.

The pace of your breathing picks up rather quickly when he suckles your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling against the swollen flesh.

“For my birthday- next year...” He whispers into your mouth, eyes fluttering open as he nudges your nose, “I want to kiss you all day.”

His request causes you to smile, your hands slowly sliding up his neck to tuck into the hair at the back of his head, “Whatever you want.”

Your response causes his eyes to sparkle with mischief once more, delighted at how willing you are to give him whatever he wants, “Oh- it’s whatever I want hm? Just like that?”

The way he’s speaking to you makes you a little light headed and rather than try to reign back his bout of authority, you decide to run with it, “Just like that.”

Your response is spoken into his mouth, the kiss between you breaking so he can maneuver you onto your back. For a moment, he braces his hands on either side of your head, his perfect body hovering over you, with only the long strands of his hair and the thin silver chains around his neck reaching for you.

“What if-” He grins before grinding his hips against you, the swollen bit of his boxers rubbing against your clothed core, “I wanted to be in here all day? Would you let me?”

Through the waves of pleasure, your eyes squeeze shut for a moment before you nod, your fingers beginning to wander up the outsides of his forearms.

“Whatever you want...”

His grin is stable but the pace of his breathing is quickening, indicating his excitement.

He wants more out of this conversation though and decides to press you further.

“Would you let me put my face down there all day too? You wouldn’t have to cook for me if you did...” He points out before his grin morphs into a smirk as he leans down towards your lips, “I’d get full off your pussy wouldn’t I?”

The switch in languages also indicates his level of arousal as his mentioned before that English is far more difficult when he’s wrapped up in his emotions or in this case, his desires.

Using your nails, you lightly tickle your way up to shoulders tugging playfully to see if he’ll come to lay down on you fully but he doesn’t budge. He merely chuckles and grinds against you once again.

“Patience...” He parrots a phrase that you often utter to him when roles are reversed in the bedroom and the glimmer in his eyes informs you that he is eating up your reaction to him.

“But I want you...” You whine to him, hoping his thing for hearing you speak his language will be enough to break his resolve but he isn’t ready to give in just yet.

“That’s too bad jagiya, I’m not finish planning my birthday just yet.” Jungkook whines mockingly in return, the innocent curls framing his face contradicting his salacious demeanor, “I want to know how many marks you’d leave on me- maybeeeeee...” He draws out the word as his teeth tuck into his bottom lip, “25? One for every year of my birthday?”

Since attempting to tug him down didn’t work out, you decide to wrap your legs around his waist to further some sort of contact between you two.

“Twenty five? Your stylists would kill me...” You point out giggling, pushing your now damp panties against the swell of his length beneath his boxers.

Rather cockily, Jungkook snorts and leans down once again to brush his lips over yours, “I don’t give a fuck what the noonas say, they know how to cover me up and, even if they can’t- people are just gonna have to deal with it.” Another smirk forms on his mouth before he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, “it would be really hard for them if they fired me don’t you think?”

You gotta admit, his new found attitude is turning you on. It’s not like Jungkook to be so cocky, despite the way some people may think and although you know for a fact that he’s putting it on for you, you have no problem sucking it up anyway.

“Definitely. BigHit would have hell to pay...” You concede, your words slightly muffled due to the current location of your bottom lip. Once more your hands tangle their way into his hair and you take advantage of this position to kiss him, hoping that will be enough to convince him to drop the teasing.

He kisses you back with enthusiasm, his lower body relaxing slightly as more and more of him presses against you.

“You’re wet.” He whispers, his eyes still closed whilst he continues to peck at your bottom lip, “Are you ready for my dick now?”

With his inquiry, he grinds against you once more, sending a shiver of pleasure up your spine. Your surprised that he spoke the second sentence in English as he usually would have switched fully to Korean at this point.

“Namjoon’s really been rubbing off on you lately...”

This insignificant comment lights a fire in Jungkook’s chest and prompts him to quickly pin your wrists above your head. His features hold a bit of disapproval but, mostly they hold that competitive look that is so uniquely Jungkook.

That “I’m going to win just to show you how good I am” kind of look.

“Why does everyone assume that Namjoon is the most perverted huh? Just cause he talks about it the most? He writes a few dirty lyrics and talks about porn and suddenly he’s the only one who wants to fuck? Jagiya- do you want to know why I look so distracted all the time?” He giggles in an almost maniacal fashion, a dark smirk prominent on his lips as he cocks his head, “It’s because I’m usually thinking about fucking you. Everyone always thinks I’m so shy- so innocent, but you’d let them know huh jagi? You’d let them know how fucking dirty I am wouldn’t you? I don’t think ARMY could handle it if they knew the truth...” Jungkook offers that same type of laughter once again before kissing you once more, “Now answer my question- are you ready for my dick now?”

His words and behavior stun you a little bit but mostly it just sends more arousal to your core and ruins your odds of putting these pair of panties back on when the two of you are done.

“Yes sir...” You giggle, saluting him playfully as you wrap your legs around his waist again, “I’m so ready for you- please? Can I have it?”

Your pleas work immediately on your boyfriend, who is already struggling with his level of arousal and before you know it, he is fucking both you of you into orgasmic bliss.

It’s over too quickly but it’s the kind of fuck that you know it going to prompt a round two.

Or maybe even a round three or four if you’re lucky...

Jungkook’s head is on your chest now, his arms hugging you tightly to his body, his post-orgasmic glow riding him of any of his previously cocky attitude.

“I like this.” He murmurs, licking his chapped lips and nuzzling between your breasts.

You smile fondly down at him, “Cuddling?”

He shakes his head, his eyes beginning to flutter shut, “Not just cuddling- but you, being here, at my house with me.”

With a kiss to his forehead, you use your free hand to brush his hair from his eyes, “I like being here with you too.”

There is a bit of color that finds it’s way to Jungkook’s cheeks as he utters a suggestion, “You should stay here with me. I will move my stuff around for you...”

It’s such a simple notion and yet it nearly moves you to tears but before you’re able to breach the topic further, his eyes fully close as he relaxes his weight completely.

Without clarity regarding whether or not he can hear you, you utter your response into his hair,

“Sounds good, roomie.”

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papers4me · 3 years ago

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Fruits Basket Manga Review , ch 111

sigh~~~ I feel that my recent posts are a bit negative towards the anime, but thats cuz the chapters I’ve read so far are either unbelievably important character depth content cut for no valid reason or content in the anime but packed with million other things that it lost its purpose or importance. Basically tohu’s ep 6 which consists of 4 chapters & now ep 5 which is a momiji ep & yup, packed with 4 chapters as well... so, I apologize for any negativity, my intention is just analyzing artistic & story-telling aspects, I love se03, but yeah it screwed up lots of important characters due to its not so thorough plot decisions & harmful character insight choices.

today.. we explore Momiji... but only before his curse breaks.

Furuba anime struggling to know how to design an episode based on various plot-heavy chapters?

so, they decided 13 eps, & decided one ep for momiji cuz motoko’s graduation & the fanclub is the core of the furuba & have already cut tons of tohru, cuz who cares? she’s kind. be like her. end of lesson. No. really, jokes aside, how to do this?

How to combine several chapters in one ep? collect small snippets from chosen chapters/content like a bee does flowers? you gotta skip some content, you gotta highlight others. The ep is only 20 min after all & you got an op & Ed that you cant always skip.... so.. furuba team decide that momoji’s ep should be true to his zodiac animal, this is the rabbits last appearance in spirit. so, they went with quick hopping from one chapter to the other like a rabbit?

No really, ep 5 is really like a rabbit in its flow, you can’t savior a moment enough before jumping to the other: we learned momiji grew up!! loves toheu romantically, challenged kyo, really meant it, wanted a fair love game, got freed, lost tohru romantically & faced momiji! but that’s not all? we still have space!! quick add akito’s moodiness & love triangle with her dog & her submissive bed partner, add a happy comedy for no reason whatever & make shigue kiss tohru & wish shes 'was his lover instead!!!!!!!!! Mind you all this happened in the anime before shigure hurt tohru with his “the truth of the zodiacs talk & them accepting & feeling consolance that kyo is doomed”talk.

-Gets whats my biggest surprise after reading this chapter ?????????

Shigure is consistent!! He isnt a rabbit hopping here & there. The dog is loyal & is tired for good reason! Him being depressed & his weird talk with thoru makes so much sense given the manga’s order.

Kyo is consistent!! In the anime, momiji surprise him with confession he loves tohru & challenge him, then kyo la~la~la~joins them downstairs for curry. Not a single expression on his face, where is the expression? it will appear when the plot is forced to address it: by the end of the ep when momiji face hin again. Then we get kyo’s reaction.

I need someone to tell the anime that actions require a reaction. You can refrain from showing a certain reaction if you can’t address it now, but you can’t erase it, negate it, then make it appear when have to!!!! couldn’t they make kyo refuse to join them & eat together? the other characters wont be surprised they think he’s needlessly moody. The audience will know that kyo is troubled with momiji’s challenged & it will excite them!!! having kyo just go eat & watch the momiji/hiro/haru/yuki comedy skit is weird.

The manga’s author wanted kyo to join the dinner, like the anime did. but huge difference. the author actually cares for logic reaction & understands that the audience aren’t dumb little kids that will sit & wait for kyo’s turn to...react! nope! she did this: (a) & (b) below.

-Lost Small Bits/ Panels from the chapter.. But Sadly Big Huge Chunks for Characters buildup & Growth:

(a) addressed the fact the hiro noticed kyoru is in love & dressed that shigure was right!! the cat being in love is a weird concept to the zodiacs! hiro reacted naturally & the author used hiro to flesh yuki’s (the rat), momiji’s (the rabbit) & haru’s (the cow) decision to silently watch the kyo (the cat) makes his own decisions to live!!! They won’t interfere or tell akito or remind him of his state as the doomed caged cat. So sad this moment is cut from yuki. Why must yuki only interact with kyo to beat him (all seasons)? why must yuki only think of kyo to envy him (all seasons) ? Here, yuki’s growth towards kyo as a person & his relationship with tohru is 1000 times better than all tohru is my mom’s sh!t & I envy kyo’s Sh!t we saw in the anime over & over till we memorized it.

(b) kyo didnt just go la~la~eat with momiji after knowing he loves tohru. Nope, there’s small bits missing: called logical emotional reaction. He was surprised he’s caught pining over tohru! cuz yuki, the audience representative, has told us in the previous chapter that ppl in love dont notice anything around them. Kyo thinks him being cold hid his feelings. the dummy’s feelings are as bright as the sun in the Sahara, tohru too. a child read her! such small thing that wont take much space from the ep but was cut cuz kyo only needs to be responsive at the ep’s end. & this scene of kyo & tohru looking awkwardly at each other is minor in space but so important cuz kyo is determined to let go but his decision is challenged by not only momiji, but his natural attraction to tohru. Here he knows he’s caught & exposed... here he knows momiji is a better choice for tohru cuz he wont didn’t hurt her mom... here he knows that even yuki is better cuz never had to pretend to be cold to her... here he knows the world is better than him... & here he just cant help by smile & walks towards her... T_T ... another lesson in writing slow burns by Takaya-san.

-Why would the anime team pass on this?? drawing kyoru closer after the epic tear in Cinderella ep, cuz they want empty suspense~! The anime team thinks that if kyo & tohru stand next to each other, then it means all their issues are solved & the audience are so stupid as to forget tohru’s mom, kyo’s imprisonment, kyo not confessing his sins to tohru & tohru’s need to make a choice wether to fogive hom or not.. nope! you see, they think, ppl who read mangas are smart, so the author can give this epic symbolism & pp would still be not sure kyoru is end game & tohru will forgive him or kyo even fogive himself, but ppl who watch, oh no, gotta cut all the plot worthy content, produce a graduation song for a minor character, cut all kyo/tohru interaction cuz it only means romance & not at all character depth & oh if we show yuki actually formulating deep thoughts that aren’t centered around him, the audience might forget his se02 struggles! or that might ruin yuki’s upcoming growth moment in the finale where he .. you guessed it hits kyo.. as he always do & sulk & think abt himself cuz yuki can only do monologues when he’s directly involved.... man~it is so sad how the anime is dumped down.. Who is the target audience again? not kids as young as hiro cuz even hiro is smart!

-just look:

Momiji talks abt kyo shouldn't give up loving tohru & the authr shows this this ghost!!! his mom! The author reminds us that kyo isnt da~~~~ forgetting anything. He’s a deeply troubled soul & hos mom wants him locked cuz she too was locked in a cage & thinks that’s safer...why oh why you dump ur own story! sh!t~

Side Notes:

I like the closeups on Kisa’s face as she interacted with kyo. It’s very rare for kisa to have a world beside the endearing parental/big protective bro/big doting sister love she has with tohru & haru & off course the romantic love with hiro which was perhaps since their birth or sth. lol. Kisa & kyo arent much on the brotherly side as they rarely interact, but its one of those refreshing interactions she has that helps cast a new light on her as tiny as it is, but its sth out of the norm around her. She sees him around tohru & gets to perceive his true unprovoked character. “He is nice guy”.

I really wanted to punch kureno this chapter.. like Shigure is a jerk shitty dog for sleeping with akito’s mom but kureno... dude.. you submissively sleep with the guy’s eternal love interest & still walks in on him talking to her!!! lol. you’re mentally, emotionally & physically weaker than him & yet, she puts you on her bed, not him & you, tho not wanting her at all, dont walk away. No wonder shigure is defeated & wishing for someone like tohru, lol! Even if shigure met an older tohru-like person, it wont work. shigure deserve someone like him mean, schemer & loves playing power games. Tohru is someone who values honesty & commutation, not saying she’s an angel on earth, but tohru knows who suits her.. except fate is saying: NO. .... currently. lol.

I know kureno’s weakness is part of his character & I love that such characters exits. There are ppl ike that in real life. It’s just this chapter, I felt shigure’s frustration. XD

Yuki in this ep is the best yuki. no exaggeration here, I love when yuki is calmly thoughtful of others & here its kyo of all ppl !!!! cutting this scene is sad.. without it, kyo & yuki remain a cat & rat in the anime. Only ever thinking abt each other thro envious binoculars or hateful words or yuki giving kyo comedic hitting or life’s problem-solving hitting. Why can’t anime yuki be interactive outside his self-centered issues is beyond me.

Momiji & kyo’s interactions are always the best! whether comedy or drama.

I hated the curry cooking scene in the anime... so weirdly out of the ep’s flow.. very forced comedy... in the manga it had a purpose! not just quick add comedy cuz next shot momiji curse breaks & drama & we’ll close the ep with tears & sadness & glimpses of hope...

I love haru’s answer to hiro... so him.. “a guy can’t fall in love?”so chill.. so..simple.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #manga spoilers #fruits basket manga #manga review #sad paper #mad paper #I'm having shitty personal day dont mind me #sorry for extra anger #if it sounds like I;m screaming or shouting #I'm not i swear #I really love the anime & se03 is the best content among the other seasons #its just have big giant issues in plot & characters....

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lrissa · 4 years ago

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You Deserve To Be Happy

summary: you finally reach the sea with your beloved

warnings: none

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The small squad rode along the green earthy plains, they had to be miles away from the wall now. But there had been no signs of any titans, zero footprints, no lurking titans, or even dead remains.

Turning your head to the man beside you, you softly frowned. Levi hasn’t been the same since bringing back Wall Maria. You knew it was because of Erwin but he also reminisced for the fallen soldiers, who gave everything to die at the very end.

You were lucky to even survive such a traumatic experience.

A hill was approaching and as you got to top you gazed down to find a big bellied titan, his face in the ground as its dull eyes stared up at the sky above. Its limbs were tiny and fragile in comparison to his body, you almost felt pitiful for the thing.

Riding your horse down to it you stepped off your stead and walked to the face of the lonesome titan. Levi watched you with precarious eyes, ‘Don’t be a idiot’ he thought whilst he watched you walk near the titan.

You planted a foot on his hand, testing its security until stepping on it completely. The eyes of the titan went cross-eyed as it attempted to examine you, making no move to even open his mouth.

“Lieutenant Y/N!” Sputtered a cadet as they watched you with huge eyes, “Careful it might eat you!”

Levi watched as his girlfriend stood on the hand of a titan. He truthfully thought she’d gone mad but, nonetheless he loved her dearly. Her spunky personality filled the void in his soul, by now he believed he’d never be able to carry on without her. Pathetic almost.

You set a hand on the titans forehead, patting it lightly before stepping down. “It cant do anything. If it stood it’d snap its legs in half, but judging by its trail it knows this.” You retorted.

It was true, the titan had crawled all the way to this point. But it seemed to have given up because the little tunnel it had created in the soil had grown over with grass and flowers.

Walking over to your horse once more you looked to Levi, his stoic eyes following you. Mounting your horse you trotted over to the raven head, reaching over to grab his hand, he pulled away instantly. A disgusted face on his features.

“Brat, did you just touch me with that titan filth on your hands?”

You stared at him before grinning widely, of course. You’d forgotten.

“Sorry, darling.” You grabbed his hand again with your opposite one.

“Tch” Levi furrowed his brows but allowed you to take his hand, even if you just pulled that stunt. Bringing his hand to your lips you kissed his knuckles softly, your tender lips kissing his calloused hands. Even if the Captain was rude and cold, he liked being handled gently but only by you, of course.

“You’re lucky I love you, idiot.” Levi said smoothly as you dropped his hand gingerly, you smiled at him again. “I love you too.”

“Lets go. We’re close.” Spoke Eren while he stared at the titan, taking off past it with the rest of us towing behind.

“Hey! Shouldn’t we kill it!” Yelled Floch as he unsheathed his blades. You turned your head to look at he kid, “Leave it!” You answered.

The horses galloped in the soil, till you saw sand in the distance. With the squad nearing closer they entered the sandy terrain. Mistakenly to you, you opened your mouth as sand filled it immediately, Levi watched from the corner of his eye, a faint smile taking his lips as he watched the idiot girl.

Suddenly you came across a large stone wall, it was long and eerie. “That’s it. This is the place where Eldians were made into titans.” You looked to Eren for a moment and back to the wall before turning away from it, “And..... Beyond that...” Eren slowly spoke before the squad came across an opening to the other side of the wall.

The horses climbed up the hill, sunlight peeking over the edge as it glowed on your features. Delight clawing at your heart as you longed to see the other side. Finally, you reached the top to reveal a massive sea, one so large you couldn’t see land on the other side. Your eyes enlarged as you trotted to the edge, stopping as the horses neighed loudly in content.

The ocean breeze blew through your hair as you stared. It was heavenly, no words could hardly begin to describe such a sight, but blue water stretching for miles and miles, the waves reflecting the sky and sun as it shined vibrantly.

It was silent, for the first time in months, years, days, the air was quiet. Everything seemingly perfect, this was the moment everyone has been silently waiting for, the moment for a breath of fresh air as they learned more about this hell surface.

Snapping your gaze to Levi you watched as the wind danced through his inky hair, brushing it away from his eyes and ears. His usual dull eyes wide with surprise, a beautiful sight in itself, really.

Moments passed by before Sasha screamed in excitement, jumping off her horse and running down to the beachy sand. Already pulling off her shoes as she tumbled down the hill. Connie, Jean, and Hanji followed happily behind as they themselves struggled to take off their boots.

Armin quickly snapped from his trance and grabbed both Eren’s and Mikasa’s shirts, pulling them off their horses to run to the sea.

Levi had dismounted his horse and stood at the edge silently, you quietly got off yours and walked beside Levi.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Levi?” You asked softly and turned your head to stare at his now usual expression, his shocked one was short lived but at least you saw it.

“Yes.” He stated calmly, you watched him closely. Something was off from deep inside him and it was nagging him down to the core. Your heart stung for him, if only you could take away all his pain and anguish.

“...Levi” You placed a hand to his cold cheek, pushing it gingerly so you could look at him in the eyes, “I know... I know you wish they could see this.” You whispered softly as his eyes widened slightly, his hand reaching up to grab your wrist and hold it in place. Even though ‘they’ could mean anyone, you meant it that way. Because even if you knew Levi the best, he still had his inner demons.

“Y/N..” Levi began, staring down to his welcoming lover. Her eyes held so much softness and love. It made the raven head want to crimple into her arms and cry, cry for the ones he never had the courage to cry over, but he wouldn’t.

Because he was Humanity’s Strongest.

You placed your other hand on his opposite cheek, bringing him close to your face as you began to softly kiss his forehead. Moving to his cheeks you kissed them tenderly while you traced your thumbs in a circle on his cheekbones softly.

“Levi.” You traced his jaw with lovely kisses while all he could do was bring you closer, the overwhelming feeling to cry glossing over his eyes. But his features stayed stoic.

“You deserve to be happy.”

Levi finally got to his breaking point, gripping your hips he pulled you over and smashed his lips to yours. Your fingers traveling up to his hair as you raked your nails through his soft black locks.

The kiss was sweet and delightful, one that was rare and you cherished it deeply. Pulling away gradually, he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly and hid his face in the crook of your neck. You rested your head on his chest and traced small circles on his back.

“Idiot, I love you so much.”

#angst #aot fanfiction #levi ackerman #levi angst #levi aot #levi heichou #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot x reader #aot #snk x reader #snk anime #snk #snk levi

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targaryenimagines · 4 years ago

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Tempering the Storm

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 2,164

Summary:

Notes: For @alphawolfworld— I hope you enjoy it. I decided to make my own little spin on it, which I hope you enjoy.

The harsh winds of the North whip at your face as you step from the rowdy Great Hall. Your eyes watering slightly because of it. Pulling your cloak tighter to your body you begin to make your trek back towards your room. Thick plumes of your breath being the only thing that accompanied you on your journey.

You could still hear the faint sound of laughter and drunken shouts. Something that brings a small smile to your lips. Even if you couldn’t stand to be around the drunkards that inhabited the Great Hall, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth that they were able to be so happy. That they were able to find something to be so carefree about. You just hoped that they didn’t end up regretting it in the morning.

With a smile, you hunker down against another strong surge of wind as you cross the courtyard. Your body canting to the side as you tried to right yourself. Alas, your body wasn’t used to the conditions that you had put it in. Something that you quickly discovered as your foot hit a patch of ice underneath the snow and your entire world flipped upside-down. The breath leaving your lungs in a whoosh of air as your back made contact with the cold stone of the ground. Thankfully it was slightly cushioned by the snow that made up the entirety of the North.

Groaning, you flop your head down-- not having the energy to rise from the ground. Trying with all your might to ignore the cool liquid seeping into your clothes. Your eyes slip shut on their own accord as you imagine that you were simply resting against the warm sands of Meereen. The sound of crashing waves taking the place of howling wind. The harsh bite of the weather giving way to the gentle touch of the sun. When your eyes open once more you could feel the way your mood drops when you’re not met with the crystalline blue sky of Essos. A sight that you never knew you would miss so much. What I would do for this snow to become sand.

The soft sound of laughter pulls you out of your thoughts. Craning your neck, you had to squint through the thickening barrage of snow to see the figure approaching you. Even though as it drew closer and closer you could make out the familiar silhouette of Sansa Stark. A woman that you had grown rather fond of during your time in the North. You watch as she stops next to you with a gentle smile curling her lips. The blue of her eyes standing out against the stark fairness of her skin. Familiar waves of auburn being kept in a simple braid. Her soft voice filled with both amusement and concern.

“Are you doing alright? I can’t imagine that you’re comfortable laying on the ground like that.”

You allow your own smile to appear as you looked up towards her. “I am doing quite alright down here. Why don’t you join me?”

Her nose wrinkles at the offer. Her blue gaze tracing the lines of your clearly soaked cloak with a disgruntled air. “I would much rather stay where I am.” She turns her head towards the Great Hall-- a slight frown furrowing her brow. As if she was piecing together a puzzle that didn’t make much sense to her. After a moment her gaze meets yours once more. “Where is Lady Daenerys? Should she not be out here with you also?”

A surprised look blossoms on your face at the question. Your own frown appearing as you mull over the words. The familiar warmth spreading through your chest as you thought about your dragon-- your Daenerys. But it quickly turns sour when memories of recent events come to the surface within your mind. Seemingly sensing your mood change, Sansa glances at the snow-covered ground with a pointed glare before she gingerly sits. Her back ramrod straight as she tried to ignore the feeling of it melting underneath her.

Offering Sansa a weak smile, you begin to speak. “Dany has a lot on her plate right now. With the impending battle with the Night King and Cersei being a constant threat in the background.” You pause as a small sigh escapes your mouth. “It’s enough to make anyone feel pressured.”

“Has she been neglecting you?” Sansa seemed enraged by the thought.

“No.” You shake your head at the mere thought of Daenerys doing so. “I just don’t see her as much I used to, but I know she tries her best to make time for me.”

Blue eyes darken at the thought. An expression flashing across her face that you couldn’t quite decipher. “I see.”

A silence settles over the two of you-- only the howling of the wind and far-off laughter permeating it. Opening your mouth, you try to figure out what you could possibly say to Sansa to soothe the situation. Even though you weren’t exactly sure what situation you were in. However, before you could, Sansa turns to you with a slight smile. Her expression much clearer than it had been a moment prior.

“Why don’t we start heading towards your chamber? I think a change of clothing and wine between friends is more appealing than sitting out here. Don’t you agree?”

Not knowing what to truly say, you simply nod.

And with more energy than you were expecting, Sansa springs to her feet and holds out her hands towards you. Her normally closed off eyes sparkling with affection.

“Then let’s go.”

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“Did Jon truly do such a thing?” You ask in an incredulous tone. Not believing that the silent brooding man could ever do something like that.

Sansa lets out an airy laugh. “I promise you it’s all true. Jon and Robb got into such mischief together.” A sad look flashes across her eyes before she can hide it. “I miss those days.”

Setting down your goblet of wine, you gently take Sansa’s hand in your own gentle grip. A look of complete understanding washing over your face. “I can understand that, but do you know who can also understand that. Better than anyone I have ever met?”

She shakes her head in response, but there was the same look in her eyes from before.

“Daenerys.” You frown at the small scoff that Sansa lets out in response. “I’m serious Sansa. Daenerys knows better than anyone how it feels to long for days long passed. To wish for a different future than the course you have been put on.”

Sansa lowers her head-- her voice dropping to a low whisper. “You seem to old the Dragon Queen in high-esteem.”

“I love her, Sansa,” you whisper back. “She has saved me more times than I can count. Has been there for me when I didn’t even know I needed someone. She has never given up on me. Has never faltered in her devotion for me. And I will never do so either.”

An almost pained look appears on Sansa’s face at the clear conviction within your tone. It was a look that you suddenly understood. For it was a look you had seen many times before. A look that many potential-suitors held when they finally understood your complete devotion to Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.

Sighing softly, you offer Sansa an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Sansa.”

She offers a weak smile in return. “Not as sorry as I am.”

Tightening your hold on her hand, you pull Sansa into a warm hug. Wrapping your arms securely around her as she buries her face into the crook of your neck. A silent understanding passing between the two of you in that moment. That everything was going to be okay in the end.

The sound of your chamber door causes you both to jump away from one another. Your eyes widening at the slim figure standing at the threshold of the room. A furious violet gaze meeting your shocked one.

Standing you take a slight step forward. “Daenerys?”

You pause when her gaze seemingly freezes you in place. Her eyes turning to the woman behind you. A harsh look taking over her features at the sight.

“What in the Seven Hells is she doing here?”

With widening eyes, you begin to speak-- desperately wanting to salvage the situation. “Sansa and I met earlier in the courtyard, and after a brief discussion we decided to convene in my chambers for some wine.” You gesture behind you towards the goblets. “And after another brief discussion I decided it best that I should hug her farewell.”

Daenerys’s eyes narrow. “Then why is she still here if you were simply hugging her farewell?”

You flounder for an answer. Your brain seemingly short-circuiting as you tried to speak. Luckily, a soft voice speaks up behind you.

“I was just leaving.” You wince internally at the sharp quality to Sansa’s tone, but you smile gratefully towards her as she passes you. Thankful that she was able to speak when you couldn’t.

Pausing for a brief moment beside you, Sansa murmurs. “I shall see you tomorrow.” She shoots Daenerys a thinly-veiled glare. “I hope you sleep well.”

With that she exits the room. The banging of the door being the only sound in the room for some time. Taking a chance, you glance towards Daenerys’s still figure. Only to find that she was still staring at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher.

You take a small step towards her. Your expression open and honest. “Dany, I promise what you saw isn’t what you think it was. I was simply offering her a hug as a friend. Nothing more.”

Her mouth twists down in a frown. “I am well aware of your intentions, my love.” She turns from you and moves towards the window. Her expression pensive as she takes in the sights just beyond the glass. “It’s hers that I am vexed with.”

You frown. “What do you mean, Dany?”

She turns to you with a slight smile curling her lips. The first she had offered you since entering the room. “Oh you must realize how she stares at you, my love. Must realize how she speaks towards you without a care of who overhears.” She turns her gaze back towards the outside world. “Her gaze is filled with that of longing. A deep-rooted longing for something that she can never have. The type of longing that keeps one awake at night. Her words simply highlighting the fact. For they show no inkling of self-perservation as she tries to take something that is already someone elses.” Sighing, Daenerys moves towards the bed where she gingerly sits down. “So, no, it’s not you I am worried about, my darling.”

Clearly seeing the anguish within Daenerys’s violet gaze, you move to sit beside her. Taking her still gloved hands in your own. Your eyes pleading with her to listen to you.

“Dany,” you mumur with a soft look on your face. Your hand coming up to caress her cheek. “There is no other person that I could ever see myself with. No other person that I could ever see myself loving as much as I love you.” You dip your head as your next admission comes out. “I am aware of Sansa’s feelings towards me. Even though I had no knowledge of it when I entered this room with her. She has since become aware of my complete devotion towards you. Something that will never change.”

Daenerys’s eyes flash with various emotions. Though you could tell clear as day that her insecurities were eating away at her.

“Truly?” She asks with a small tilt of her head. “Even when my plans have to take me away from you for long periods of time? When I can’t spend time with you like I used to?”

You smile. “Even then. For I know that you will be just as miserable as I am. That we will both be wishing for the day that we can be in each others arms once more.” You bring your lips to hers in a small, chastised kiss. “I am yours, Daenerys. For now and forever.”

Daenerys smiles back at you. Her violet eyes sparkling with warmth and affection. “And I am yours, my love.” She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls your body flush against hers. Her mouth ghosting across your cheek towards your ear. Her warm breath fluttering against the shell of your ear. “I just hope you realize that the next time Sansa Stark tries anything I won’t be so forgiving.”

Chuckling, you turn your head and press your lips against hers. Relishing the feeling of having her in your arms. Any other thought leaving your mind as your hold her tightly to you.

For there would never be anyone else you would ever need.

Not as long as you had her.

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