#I'll forget immediately but. glad i remembered this time

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The fight was ugly. The first fight that you and Eddie had turned from a quiet disagreement to a full blown yelling match.

Truthfully you couldn't remember what the fight was actually about. Something silly, something miniscule that turned into a big thing.

A big argument with some horrible things said; you still couldn't get Eddie's words out of your head.

"Why would this mean anything? It's just sex isn't it?" Eddie snapped and your heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Just sex. Right. Of course that's what you two were.

Truthfully you were a mess and you should have just gone straight back home after storming out of the trailer.

Eddie has tried to go after you but you were faster and ran before he could catch up with you.

Instead you bumped into a few of your friends and hitched a ride to some party that one of Jason Carver's friends were throwing. Robin noticed your tear streaked cheeks and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

She was the only one of your friends who knew about Eddie; maybe Steve as well as him and Robin were as thick as thieves. Like platonic soulmates or something.

You and Eddie got together two months ago, passing off the hook ups as just mind-blowing sex and that worked at first. That's until you begun to get to know Eddie better and the two of you spent more time together.

Eddie was easy to fall in love with. His reputation portrayed him as mean and scary, satan obsessed and someone people should stay away from.

He was none of those things, he was kind and fiercely loyal to his friends and uncle, he was passionate and badass and really it was no surprise that you fell in love with him.

At least now you know that he doesn't feel the same way, at least you found out now before it was too late and you were even more in love with him than you are now.

Maybe you could just hang with your friends and forget the words that had broken your heart tonight.

At least you hoped that was possible.

❤️

Fuck, you really should have went home. Your head was pounding, the two beers you had made you even more anxious and upset. To make matters worse Tyler Harvey wouldn't leave you alone, he had zeroed in on you from the second you had walked through the door.

As much as you tried to avoid him, he followed you around and it was beginning to give you the creeps.

He manages to corner you when you're trying to get up to the bathroom with Robin. He stinks of beer, smoke and sweat and it turns your stomach a little bit.

Leather, smoke and the hints of woods and musk were your favourite scents in the world right now and that had to do with the man you were trying not to think about.

You cringe away from Tyler but he's so drunk that he doesn't seem to notice, he moves closer to you and you instinctively step back.

"Can you move please? Robin and I need to go upstairs" you ask him but he doesn't appear to be listening.

"Aww why don't you come upstairs with me? I'll take care of you" Tyler smirks but you don't like the look in his eyes and immediately step away from him. Yeah...no thanks. Robin is at your side at once and glares at Tyler.

"Take the hint asshole. She's not interested" Robin gently guides you away but Tyler grabs your arm at the same time and you stumble, landing hard on the floor. It knocks the wind out of you and your body throbs from the contact with the floor.

Tyler scrapers from the scene without even checking to see if you're alright. Robin is cursing out Tyler and helps you up. You're sore, annoyed and just want to go home.

Steve appears out of nowhere and Robin mentions that she called Steve when you mentioned you were getting a migraine. Relief fills you, at least you could go to Steve's for a little while and try and salvage some of the night with him and Robin.

There's a tiny voice inside of you that is aching for Eddie and it's growing stronger. You dismiss the idea, you're sure that Eddie was glad to be rid of you. That thought caused a new throbbing ache in your chest and you hurried outside with Steve and Robin determined not to think about Eddie and his big brown eyes.

❤️

As soon as you're at Steve's he puts in a movie and you settle up on the couch with Robin while Steve makes snacks. Being here is soothing and you rest your head on Robin's

Steve's landline ringing breaks you out of your sleep, Steve hurries to answer it and your heart skips a beat when you realise it's Eddie.

"Yeah, yeah dude she's with me and Robin. Some shit went down at a party we were at... Oh that asshole friend of Jason was being a prick. Yeah Tyler is it? Woah calm down man, she's fine. She's just tired"

You get up which is a little tricky as the sudden movement makes your migraine feel ten times worse but you really want to speak to Eddie.

Steve passes the phone over to you and you smile a tiny bit as Eddie is still ranting about what he wants to do to Tyler.

"Eddie, I'm okay" you murmur and he stops his rant and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Sweetheart. Fuck, I've been so worried princess. I went to your house, then Family Video. I even dropped around Wheeler's house which was a shock for Mama Wheeler to see if you were there. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was a butthead"

The ache in your chest subsides a little bit and you relax. "I'm sorry too. I'm really sorry" tears spill down your cheeks and it's cathartic to finally let them out.

"I'm going to come and pick you up Kay? I'm not going to relax until I see that you're okay. I'll see you in about ten minutes okay?"

The tension you're feeling begins to disappear and you wait for Eddie to arrive, thanking Robin and Steve for being so amazing tonight.

True to his word Eddie arrives as quickly as he says he would and gives Steve and Robin a quick nod in greeting, he immediately pulls you close to him.

His lips press against hair and he briefly talks to Steve before guiding you out the door and into his van.

You're so exhausted from the nights escapades that you're asleep instantly.

❤️

When you wake up you're in Eddie's bed, Eddie is laying beside you and reading Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers. When he realises you're awake he presses his lips to your forehead and he tucks the covers around you, cuddles up at your side and holds you close.

"I'm sorry I was such a dickhead. You have no idea how much you mean to me, you mean everything to me and I was so scared to tell you. So I lashed out and said stupid shit. Things I didn't mean"

There's something unspoken hanging in the air, a familiar tension that's been playing the two of you for a little while now.

"I thought that you were sick of me and that's why you said those things" you confess and play with a start thread on his plaid shirt.

Eddie's jaw drops and he's silent for a moment, "Princess how could you even think that? You're...shit, I've never felt this way about anyone and it's terrifying trying to think of the right words, wondering if you feel the same way" he pauses as he lets the words sink in.

He's blushing, restless and anxious as his eyes meet yours; You sit up and cup Eddie's cheek with your hand.

"How do you feel about me Eddie?" It feels pretty certain now but you'd like to make sure. You'd like to hear him say it.

"I'm in love with you princess. How can you not see that? I guess I was just scared to tell you because I'm not exactly the perfect guy am I?" He scoffs as he says this and you scowl at the way his eyes turn sad.

"I don't care about that Eddie. Who wants perfect? I don't. I think you're amazing and handsome, you're sweet and kind, a gentleman. You make my heart skip a beat when you look at me and I feel at ease and content when I'm with you" his fingers entwined with yours and he sighs.

"You know so many people think I'm a freak, normally I don't give a fuck but I do care what others think about you" you soften and press gentle kisses over his cheek, the action causes him to smile shyly and his tense body relaxes.

"Eddie I don't give a shit what anyone says or thinks. Are you going to give us up just because of some idiots who don't matter? The only people that matter in this relationship are you and me. I love you Eddie, I'm so in love with you"

He looks up at you stunned and then he kisses you fiercely, "No I'm not giving us up. I love you sweetheart so much. You're my girl and I'm not letting you go because of some dumb assholes opinion"

The two of you spend the rest of the night making up and when you're tucked up in Eddie's arms as he falls asleep, you're left with the gentle feeling of this being where you're meant to be.

This trailer, Eddie's room, his arms around you as his soft snores fill the air. The sound of the wind blowing against the windows as you're lulled to sleep.

This felt like home.

💕

I get to love you

It's the best thing that I'll ever do

I get to love you

It's a promise I'm making to you

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose

Forever I'm yours, forever I do

I get to love you, I get to love you.

I Get To Love You- Ruelle

[cielito--lindo]

miss communication

a/n: still working on the new chapter for crawling back to you, but this little drabble wouldn't leave my mind today - i live for oblivious kats. my sweet little angry idiot. bakugou x reader, use of y/n, oblivious!bakugou, fluff, transfer student!reader

it was the third night in a row that you and sero had come back late from "training" and it started to grate on Katsuki's nerves, I mean sure he wasn't your boyfriend or anything, but he was your assigned training partner, so it makes more sense for you to spar with him than fuckin' tape face - OF ALL PEOPLE.

he muttered annoyed rambling under his breath as he whisked the egg batter into submission.

"easy there, cowboy" you grinned at him, plopping down on one of the seats at the kitchen island "what'd those poor eggs do to you?"

his eye twitched in annoyance "shut up" he grumbled, slowing down his speed down a notch "you try making meringue by hand."

you barked out a laugh "you've banned me from the kitchen, remember?"

"oh yes, how could i forget the horrors of the chef boyardee incident?" katsuki rolled his eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his face "i don't even know how the fuck you got your grubby little hands on a can of that toxic shit."

"had my ma smuggle me a can the last time she visited" you grinned "in my defense, you weren't here to feed me, so in reality this was all your fault." you blew him a kiss as you hopped off your stool, making your way back to the common room.

katsuki felt his heart clench at the look of fondness radiating from your annoyingly pretty eyes. god, he wished he could hate you.

when you transferred into Class A during second year, he knew you were going to be a pain in his ass. it felt like he couldn't take a step without you being there or someone bringing you up in converstation, it took a turn for the worst when aizawa paired you up together.

for as annoying you were around your classmates, it was like a switch flipped during your sparring matches. you gave it your all everytime, even when katsuki could see the spasms in your muscles from overuse. he respected that. slowly..incredibly slowly...you broke down his walls piece by piece. brick by brick. the first time you pinned him to the mat was when he acknowledged to himself that maybe he had some sort of feelings for you that weren't annoyance.

you had invited him to the class movie night with a pleading sort of smile, promising him his favorite snacks "i'll even let you give denki a head slap when he interrupts with his stupid brain rot shit."

"three headslaps and you run four miles with me in the morning."

"two headslaps and two miles, but you have you buy me coffee after."

katsuki pretended to weigh his options, knowing he'd agree to anything "fine. deal."

you practically squealed and kissed his cheek "i'll save you a seat!"

katsuki was frozen to the spot, his cheek felt like it was burning where you had placed your soft lips. your coconut perfume still lingering in the air. "ah, fuck." he groaned, knowing he had to confess to you now or it was going to drive him insane. he had a whole plan thought out by the time the movie was about to start, but when he got there, he found you curled up around sero's side. your head resting comfortably on low-budget spiderman's shoulder. for the second time that day, he felt himself freeze.

"i'm a fucking idiot" he thought to himself, thankfully you hadn't seen him yet. he turned on his heel and immediately headed back to his room.

and now here he is, whipping up your favorite raspberry macarons because you had asked him to. he resumed his grumbling when mina and ochako giggled their way into the kitchen, rooting around the fridge. "ugh, y/n and sero are adorable, it's almost sickening" Mina sipped her drink, eyeing the blonde discreetly.

katsuki's ears perked up at the sound of your name.

"i'm glad she has family around!" ochako commented, smiling "i know she's been feeling homesick lately."

family??

"Oi, cheeks!" katsuki growled, clutching the piping bag tight in his hand "what do you mean, family?"

mina and ochako exchanged a look "oh, did you not know? y/n and sero are cousins!"

mina gave katsuki a smile that screamed "i fucking told you"

"sero was the one who convinced aizawa to let y/n transfer into our class after mineta got expelled. she's been begging him to extra sparring sessions since you suddenly became...busy. if your schedule frees up soon, you should talk to her, kats." mina winked "wouldn't want there to be any..miscommunications."

the two girls sauntered away leaving katsuki alone with his desserts

"COUSINS?!"

[sohighsohaii]

APCA: A dip in the pool: Kwon Eunbi

TW!: Foodplay(kinda), degradation, Self degradation, Sexual Exploitation

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1.6k ish words

A/N: A little bit of WorldBuilding, not much smut

"Sir, Please clear out your pockets and put your hands up. Privacy is of utmost importance as I believe you know."

You shot the man a small smile, looking up at his imposing figure as you complied.

After clearing out your pockets, the man begun a frisk search, eyebrow creasing as he ran his hand over your ankle.

"A camera sir? Were you not informed of the protocols here?" The man glared at you, and you were forced to think on your feet.

"Can you blame me? If the rumours I've heard are true, I want to remember this day forever." 

The man seemingly bought your explanation, ushering you to the door.

"Don't pull this stunt again, anyways if you leave a good impression on the boss today, you won't need the pictures." The man rather roughly pushed you into the room, causing you to stumble, seeing a man at the table, eating off the naked form of a busty woman, her vision obscured by a red silk blindfold, and a vibrator jammed in her pussy, her wonton moans filling the halls.

Ignoring the rather distracting sight, you try to mask your apprehension, and frankly, disgust, with a smile, approaching the man.

"Ah, Mr Aeris, I'm glad I finally get to meet you after all this time."

Looking up, Aeris gave you a smile, approaching you and throwing you into a hug. Okay, that was surprising, you didn't peg Sex ring bosses as rather friendly people, but good, this could work in your favour.

"Ah, my brother, good to finally meet you." He said with a jovial tone.

"I assume you're acquainted with part of our entertainment today?" He gestured to the woman

You nodded, as one would expect. Even if you hadn't done your homework on potential idols Aeris had under his "umbrella", it would be shameful to call yourself a Wizone if you couldn't identify Kwon Eunbi, even if the state she was in at the moment was not one you were used to.

"Watch this."  Aeris said with a playful grin, turning the vibrator to it's max power, immediately causing Eunbi's body to buckle and her moans intensify, her body thrashing against the sudden increase in pleasure, sending food flying all about her.

Even though you detested this, you couldn't deny that this sight was an arousing one, her body thrashing against her bonds, her tits jiggling wildly as you admired her toned body coated with sweat and cum.

Smiling, Aeris quickly removed the vibrator, removing Eunbi's bonds, causing her to fall to the ground.

Aeris sent you a quick wink, before his face morphed into one of faux anger, ripping Eunbi's blindfold.

"You dumb whore! Look at what happened to my food. Kneel, Now!" He screamed, as Eunbi's eyes widened in fear, quickly kneeling in front of Aeris, her tits heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.

"You need to be punished, maybe 4 hours in the Playroom will teach you." You saw as Eunbi's eyes widened and teared up, in evident fear.

"No, please! Master! I'll do anything, this dumb whore knows her worthlessness and will not make a mistake again, please do not punish her!" She immediately leaned forward, hugging Aeris' leg.

Aeris quickly kicked his leg out, sending Eunbi tumbling to the floor.

"You disgusting bitch. Fine, I'm in a good mood today, go get yourself cleaned up, go to room 3 in the red set, then lock the room. Use the vibrator until someone comes in, but don't you dare cum. If you do, I'll make sure you spend so much time in the Playroom you forget your own fucking name." Aeris commanded, as Eunbi looked at the two of you in confusion, only now realising you were in the room.

"Someone, sir? You're not going to be playing with me today?" You could sense the fear in her tone as she looked at you. Better the devil you know then the devil you don't

"You're here to do what I want, not ask questions, now go!" Aeris shouted as Eunbi fearfully nodded, getting up and running off.

Once Eunbi was out of earshot, Aeris' angry facade was dropped, beginning to giggle.

"I like to see them squirm. But then again, I'm sure you know all about making these dumb bitches squirm, don't you? I've heard all about you."

You smiled, nodding, glad your informants and underworld contacts were doing their job.

"I've heard you've broken in the most stubborn and resistant women into willing and obedient sexpets. I have to hand it to you." Aeris said as he led you to the couch.

"Well, those bitches were nobodies, not these high and mighty Kpop idols you've domesticated."

"Oh please, I'm small fish, I'm only stuck to having the smaller soloist or smaller groups. At least I can have some of my Iz*one girls, but god, I want to get my hands on Lisa that Thai slut and have my way with her." Aeris licked his lips

"How do you do it though? I thought these idols would just run away and blow the whistle on you and your little pond." You played coy, trying to figure out as much as you could on the ring.

"Well, idol distribution is a little complicated, which is why I brought you in, but to answer your question, we have enough on these idols to have them under our thumbs. Their companies sell their poor performing groups to us, allowing us to dictate their comeback schedules, their accommodations, whatever, effectively making them into ours. Sometimes the idols are compliant, sometimes, not so much. It's a little harder for better companies or bigger groups, but they all break, eventually." Aegis sipped on his glass of wine as he hummed a tune soon after.

"So, why do you need me?"

"We'll get to that later. While your reputation speaks for itself, I still need a proof of concept." Aeris reached into a brown folder, throwing it onto the table. As he sipped his wine, he smirked, beckoning you to open the file.

Among the papers inside the file was a picture of 5 women, all naked and visibly agitated, staring at the camera while they had collars and leashes on their necks.

"Itzy?" You asked, looking through the papers.

"Yes. I need them broken, submissive. It's all part of a grander scheme, and I'm not great at breaking people in, but if you do this, I promise you that you and I, will rise to the top of the ring, and we can have whatever idol we want as our playthings and sexpets." Aeris said excitedly.

"I'll, uhh, get to it." You said, getting up, noting the address of the warehouse, before turning to the exit.

"Wait, bro, you didn't think I was gonna stiff you was I? As a mark to the endless possibilities of our new partnership, I have a gift for you." He said, dangling a key from his finger, a 3 engraved into the handle.

"Have fun, her tits are heaven on earth. Don't worry though, the room is soundproof and there aren't cameras inside, but don't tell Eunbi that, of course. Brad will escort you out after you have fun with Eunbi. Well for now, I have to excuse myself, but I look forward to Yeji's tongue nestled in my asshole." He said, laughing obnoxiously before walking off.

Seeing Brad stare at you, you knew that you didn't have a choice, you had to at least go to the room. With a sigh, you walk to the room, using the key to unlock the room, to a sight most men would kill for.

In the room, Kwon Eunbi was on a bed, body clad in a skimpy red lingerie, her legs spread apart as she held the vibrator to her clit, unable to contain her moans as her other hand massaged her tits.

Hearing the door open, Eunbi immediately jolted up, running to the floor as she fell to her knees, lowering her head all the while she held the vibrator to her pussy like a good pet. It hurt you to see the proud and powerful leader of the group you loved lowered to this state.

"How ma-oh-... How may I service you sir?" Eunbi barely managed to moan out.

Knowing the door was still open, you decided to do a little song and dance for Brad.

"Stand up bitch, and hands behind your head. Present yourself to me." You shouted out as you moved to close the door.

Once the door was close, you quickly locked it, and your expression lightened a little.

"It's okay now Eunbi, relax, it's fine." You say, as Eunbi looked at you, a mix of confusion, terror, and arousal.

"No sir, I cannot, I'm here for your pleasure and your pleasure only. What I want is unimportant." Eunbi said, her eyes devoid of any life.

"No, Eunbi, I promise, I'm not a bad person, I'm a cop and I'm here to save you." You said, and for the first time since you saw her today, you saw Eunbi's eyes light up, though it quickly got extinguished.

"There's no way, the company..." Eunbi choked up, beginning to cry

"We're taking the whole ring down Eunbi, you won't be bound by your contract, and these monsters, all of them will see a jail cell. I promise you." You assure her as you sit her down.

"Can we go now?" Eunbi whispered, clearly the effects of being in this hellscape wearing down on her.

"I...I'm sorry Eunbi, not today. Not that soon too... I need to infiltrate the organisation, get to the top of it, then I can bring this whole thing down." You whisper, causing Eunbi to lower her head.

"Soon, alright? Please." Eunbi's voice was laced with a desperation, and she gently pulled you in, placing a light kiss on your cheek.

"I'll be waiting for you."

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

So wooo it's been a while since I stepped foot in here, started posting around May (and then took down the first fic because I didn't like it) and I'm really glad I did because writing is the one thing that has really resonated with me my whole life. 

I reached 200 followers at the beginning of November and now I'm 6 from 300, which, again, is crazy! And I have a tag list now, it's unbelievable. Thank you so much to each one of you, I love you.

So I definitely want to give something back to this amazing community.

Starting today I'm going to try to do a monthly post dedicated to all the amazing stories I've read. 

This month will be a list of all the works that have stuck with me since I have been here, unfortunately I will never remember them all because my memory sucks, but I hope I have included most of them.

I am so looking forward to discovering many more authors (my tbr list is so long, so many fics so little time, I really hope to read more over the Christmas holidays) in the coming months and I hope to grow this little space more and more into something safe, friendly and nice for everyone.

(Feel free to add me on discord if you like and you haven't already, I'm always happy to chat and make friends, you can find it in my bio).

Anyway, let's cut to the chase, it's a long list of outstanding work below the cut: 

• The Wolf You Feed - @arcanefox207 Joel Miller x f!reader

Look, I'm so in love with her Joel. He’s hot, he's grumpy but also comforting, he plays guitar, he feels true to character. So precious.

• BDSMaid - @mountainsandmayhem

Basically, my Roman Empire. Everything about this is so damn good and this Joel? Hello? Please marry me? I will never stop screaming about him. Also, yes, it’s an AU but he feels so Joel, you know.

• Do your worst, Little Dove from Little Dove series - @mountainsandmayhem Joel Miller x f!reader

This changed my entire brain, okay. Probably the hottest thing I've ever read and if you're into sub!Joel this is something you should read immediately.

• Never made it as a wise man and following chapters - @almostempty Joel Miller x f!reader

Never laughed so hard for a fic and honestly, after this I learned that Wed could write whatever and I'll worship that.

• He knows - @almostempty

Lucien x f!reader

The way it’s written it’s out of this world, I loved it so much♥️

• Self esteem series - @almostempty

She managed to make me fall in love with fuckboy!Joel, which is remarkable because there’s nothing I hate more in this world than fuckboys, like I despise them with all my heart but I’m still here wanting to kneel in front of him. Damn, Wed, stop doing this to me. (Jk)

• Paris, Texas - @almostempty

Joel Miller x f!reader x Javier Peña

*laugh hysterically* I want to live in this fic. I want to be reader. No, actually I want to be the fourth.

• Unscripted desires - @gothcsz Javier Peña x f!reader

The way Kat writes Javi is something unique, I don't even know how she managed to write so much about him doing a fucking banger every single time. This one was probably the first thing I read written by Kat and I'm not going to forget my first love anytime soon.

• Blackmail - @milla-frenchy Joel Miller x f!reader x Javier Peña

I read this series in one day and I was so needy when I finished, jeez! Milla is so damn good and she’s an absolute queen at writing dirty talk, it's honestly unbelievable the way she delivers every single time and leave me speechless.

• Her - from 5 days collection - @milla-frenchy Joel Miller x f!reader

It’s so dear to my heart (odd to say this about a pegging fic? Probably, but I still stand by what I just said). It was so good that inspired me to write a pegging fic myself and she was so kind about it 🥹 And she was probably the first person engaging with me here and I’m so fucking grateful that she did. Milla, if I have people reading me it’s because you reblogged me and gave me a chance in the first place, I will never forget this.

• Table for Three - Who's your daddy - @aurorawritestoescape Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York

I read those in my early days here and wow Kate definitely sets a bar in terms of hotness for me. So good. And she’s another person that I cherish so much, thanks for being so supportive and encouraging.

• Keep on your mean side - @aurorawritestoescape and @milla-frenchy Joel Miller x f!reader

These two are dead dove queens and this one is simply amazing 10/10 no notes.

• Cherry, Cherry - @baronessvonglitter Joel Miller x f!reader

You have to know something about Adriana, she’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, just a beautiful soul. I’m still in awe of how she managed to write this series with so many characters and such a rich plot, it’s so sweet and comforting but also angsty and so good, I teared up a little bit at the end 🥲

• Daddy can fix it - @baronessvonglitter Joel Miller x f!reader

Handyman Joel lives in my mind rent free and the fact that this one feature a plus size!reader is the cherry on top ♥️ All bodies are beautiful and should be considered worthy of Joel’s love.

• Like a good girl should - @baronessvonglitter Joel Miller x f!reader

WELL. I mean. This one gave me an inexhaustible desire to be spanked sooo yeah. So hot.

• Flesh for fantasy - @syd-djarin Joel Miller x f!reader

I thought about that for days after reading it and it’s still one of my fav things ever, like my brain just exploded, I remember having a conversation with @almostempty about this. The fuck Syd, you just broke my mind.

• Pink - @netherfeildren

Joel Miller x f!reader

One of the first thing ever that I read in this fandom and honestly sets a bar so high I was afraid to start writing anything. The urge, the need that drips from every word, the way the shaving scene is still stuck in my brain. Wow. Just wow.

• Touch Tank - @thundermartini

Javier Peña x f!reader

So beautifully written and soft!Javi made my heart melt ♥️

• Spiaggia, amore e limone - @thundermartini

Javier Peña x f!reader

It sets in Italy, of course I am the biggest fan of this. And not only that, Javi is so cute, smut is so hot, everything in this fic feels like a warm hug.

• Trēs series - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucius Verus

This is the first time I've ever popped into an author's notes and I'm so fucking proud 🤣 Thank you Mallory, you made my day, my week and my whole month 🥹

Plus, this is so good, think about your fav indulging dessert… it’s this series.

• Fifteen - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Din Djarin x f!reader

So comforting and endearing, I love it so much. Like, she made me read Din. I rarely read Din, enough said.

• Do I move you? - @lemon-nomel

Joel Miller x f!reader

I’m so damn proud of her for finding the courage to finally publish this and I’m also honored that she sent me her draft to read 🥹 She’s the sweetest person ever and stood by my side all these months through hard and happy times. Thank you love, for everything and your writing is amazing♥️

• ma’am - @mssalo

Joel Miller x f!reader

Another sub!Joel I won’t forget anytime soon, wow, so damn beautiful, so hot, perfectly executed. I’m so weak for sub!Joel it’s honestly ridiculous.

• So Cal to North Cal - @lotusbxtch

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Joel Miller

It features two of my fav Pedro boys and it’s honestly so good. Would love to take a trip with them and not only that.

• Guilty pleasure - @for-a-longlongtime

Joel Miller x f!reader

Typical DBF!Joel? No, it’s not! And I loved that, no spoiler but my jaw literally dropped to the floor lol

• To Dig a Grave - @softpascalito

Joel Miller x f!reader

I love this series so much, angsty and sad but also comforting in so many ways.

• Wherever you stray, I’ll follow - @cavillscurls

Joel Miller x f!reader

I think this was my first omegaverse fic and it was incredible, so beautifully written.

• Big fat tally - @toxicanonymity

Joel Miller x f!reader

I will probably never forget Joel in a harness, it’s carved in my brain, thanks Toxi for providing this delicious image to me.

• In the woods - @tonysopranosrobe

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Santiago Garcia x Benny Miller

First sex pollen fic I read and I loved it so much. So desperate, so good.

• How do you sleep? - @thriftedtchotchkes

Joel Miller x f!reader

Honestly so good. Wow.

• each man mad’s desire - @pascalispretty

Marcus Acacius x f!reader

This is so beautiful, it’s like a poem, I still have no words.

• The Real Deal - @strang3lov3

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Oh this one was so damn good, please, this Frankie is perfect. I still yearn to have him.

• Bedridden - @strang3lov3

Joel Miller x f!reader

I’m still laughing, it’s so damn good, well written, funny, sick Joel is unbearable but still the hottest ever.

• Doctor’s pet - @evolnoomym

Dave York x f!reader

Oh this one. I mean I’m a secretary in a clinic, it’s clear I need to work for Doctor Dave.

• Ptolemaea - @lovely-vamp-princess

Joel Miller x f!reader

She just started this and it already feels so original to me, like something I never read before and I’m so curious to see how it unfolds.

• Smooth operator - @penascigarette

Joel Miller x f!reader

Joel calls a sex line and OMG. They’re softer than I thought, so good and funny. Lovely, just lovely.

Happy reading ♥️

[enjisbf]

fairy lights & illusions

Chap. 2 : tea and biscuits

° Pairing: pornstar!John Price x inexperienced!fem!reader

word count: 5k words (actually 4 9696 but whatever)

summary: Meet cute but you actually already met lol

warnings: lovefools being in love but one is in denial :p

author's notes: Hello, hello, hello !!! Apologies for the delays, fellas and non fellas. I fear that I have been hit by the ao3 author curse lol :p Now, do not be afraid, I've already started chapter 3 and hopefully, the wait would be shorter lol. Can't promise anything, though :p I HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!! Thank you so much for the lovely words, you guys don't understand just how much they brightened my days <333333 This is so nerve wracking. I am sure that I am going to find mispells and mistakes in a few days, hope they're not too bad lol. Don't hesitate to tell if you find a real bad one o7 Did not proof read this, didn't even check with a spelling thingie thing program. I am raw dogging this :3c Okay, I'll stop yapping. ENJOY <33333333333333

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He couldn’t get you out of his mind. It had been a week since the release of the video, and a week and a half since he last saw you. However, he remembers your softness, from your lips to your gaze, as if it had only been since yesterday. What’s more, the fans couldn’t quite forget you either, based on the comments they were leaving. From his private channel to his public one, the viewers were overjoyed with this softer version of the ‘Capt’n’. They loved how he would hold your hand every time you came, or how gentle and full of affection the aftercare was. Fuck, what a good girl you had been for him.  

His team was equally as happy to see that the fans loved this version of John. So much so, that they advised him to contact you to see if you were up to film more videos with him. Of course, he immediately agreed. To please his fans, of course. Ah, who was he kidding? He couldn’t lie to himself. He had felt the capture of his heart by your softness, the second you had introduced yourself. 

Shaking himself from thoughts of your sweet smile and even sweeter nectar, John sets on walking to his destination. Some days ago, Kyle had recommended this coffee place not far from the studio. The Capt’n trusted the man’s recommendation and was sure that he could find his happiness there. As John entered the place, he checked the lads’ orders again. Kyle wanted guava leaf tea with some milk, Simon’s order was a peculiar one and Johnny wanted a double shot espresso.  

He looked around as he waited in line for his turn, and he had to admit that the place felt very cozy. The sunrays streaming through the windows provided a comfortable vibe to the place, and the many plants adorning the place made it livelier. As he waited, he texted the boys that the shop was a bit busy, and that he would probably be back in 15. When it was his turn to order, he noticed in the corner of his eyes, a silhouette that he was familiar with, for it had been haunting his mind for days. As if his body was a planet and you his sun, he felt himself gravitating towards you. When his order was done, and he hoped he made sense to the worker, instead of finding a place to sit, John was approaching you. When he deemed that he was at a good distance, he greeted you in joy by calling your name.  

As your head turned at the sound of your name, John’s eyes were given the privilege to gaze into yours again. He might have watched your video plenty of times, but nothing could compare to having you in front of him. Breathing, within reach and possible to gravitate towards. Surprise quickly painted your face before it was covered by happiness.  

“John! It’s so nice to see you here!” 

“That it is, poppy! I am glad I ran into you! Was just thinking about sending you a message to meet up, pet.”  

If John possessed the powers of reading into minds, he would see you screaming into yours because he thought of you??? He was glad to run into you??? Okay, you had to calm down before melting from happiness right in front of his eyes. You took a subtle deep breath, or at least you hoped it was subtle, before meeting his beautiful eyes again. The both of you were sporting lovesick smiles, happy to finally be in each other’s orbit once more. Checking your watch, you noticed that it was close to your break time. You told him so just before his name was called out to take his order. With a charming smile still on his lips, he pointed to a vacant table with his thumb.  

“Perfect, may I give you company during your break?” So, what if your heart skipped a beat foolishly at the beauty of this man? Only you would know of it and so with a dazzling smile you accepted his invitation. It didn’t matter that you would never have a tangible relationship with this man. You will take whatever you get. As he carried his order with him, he walked the both of you to the table. His other hand itching to hover at your backside. He couldn’t. Not yet. He had to wait. He had to show patience and while he was known by the lads for his cool. You made him feel differently. However, ever the gentleman, he made sure to pull out your chair for you before sitting down himself.  

“How ‘ave you been, poppy?”  

“Ah, you know, quite sore but I wouldn’t dare complain about it!”  

“Yeah? Would apologise to ya, but I enjoyed it too much.” Was said with a cheeky wink on his part. You hummed in confirmation at his words before speaking once more.  

“That and ever since the video has been posted... Well, let’s just say that the toy really does not compare to the real deal.” It was your turn to send him a sly wink. Although, in his eyes, with your cheeks all flushed and your wink, he was just left in complete awe at your beauty and cuteness. He was also left with his dick slowly hardening in his pants. His jaw clenched, his head tilting a bit as he tried to readjust himself in his pants.   

“Jesus, pet, I’m already struggling as it is to keep my hands to myself.” With his legs spread wider underneath the table and his hands placed above, he leaned closer to your space before speaking in a lower tone. “Unless ya want me to bend you over this table and show all the patrons and your coworkers just how badly I’ve missed you, hm?”  

Well, play with fire and get burnt because you were also adjusting yourself underneath the table now. Thighs rubbing together to relieve the pulse growing stronger between your legs. Of course, the motion didn’t go left unnoticed by the bear of a man. Now, it was your turn to lean in his space, his pull on you being too strong to ignore.  

“Hm, what did you want to meet up for anyway?”  

“Ah yes! Well, don’t know if you saw but the viewers were very pleased by our video.” He paused to look at you in confirmation. However, instead of seeing your sweet smile or flushed cheeks, you had leaned back from him with a small pout on your face. Fuck, he hated to see that look on your face. His hands itched to connect with yours, to give you some reassurance, to have the both of you in your own world once more. “What’s that look for, pet?” He couldn’t help himself. As he saw how you were slowly retreating to your own space, he leaned as far as the table let him, his pinkie reaching out to touch you. As he finally allowed himself to have some contact with you, he felt himself breathing easier. At the touch, you allowed yourself to look into his eyes once more, and his heart broke a bit at your dejected look.  

“I didn’t- I didn’t see those kinds of comments when I gathered up the courage to check on what your fans thought.”  

The anger that curled around his ribs at your words was pushed to the side as he looked at you. Your frown deepening and your eyes slowly being filled with tears. He turned his hand upward near your own, trying to communicate that he was there for you. Your eyes quickly looked at his hand before looking back down at your lap. Fuck, this had been going so well and now you were close to crying. Try as he might, he couldn’t leave you with thoughts of yourself like that, and just as he was about to speak, your name was being called.  

You looked at your coworker who looked stressed as more clients entered the café. This was just the beginning of rush hour. You nodded to confirm that you will wrap this conversation up. Before getting up from your seat, you set your watery eyes on John. “I’m sorry, John. Work’s calling.” Just as you were about to escape from the harsh reality you were reminded of, Price gently grabbed your forearm. The grip was firm, and you knew that if you wanted to, you could escape his hold, but did you?  

“Poppy, please.” Whatever that was going to leave your mouth was cut off by your coworker once more. John felt his impatience creeping up on him. His jaw clenched; his nails dug in his free palm as he set his eyes on whoever called you. The hard set of eyes met those of the unfortunate soul. Which was plenty enough for them to quickly look away from the both of you. As he looked back at you, his jaw and hand unclenched. He called your name when you wouldn’t meet his eyes, moving his head in whatever direction your eyes stubbornly followed. His hands found themselves on your biceps, softly squeezing the muscle and fat. Blood and bones underneath his hands, after wishing to hold you for so long, you were finally in his grasp. “I won’t be able to continue on with my day if we part in such ways.” As your eyes finally his, the noises around you were reduced to a slight buzz. “I know we have neither the time nor privacy to talk more about this, but would you be willing to continue this conversation somewhere else?”  

After some seconds of hesitation, you agreed with a nod. Of course, you would listen and agree, you were his good girl after all. He made sure to voice those thoughts and the small quirk of your lips was enough to please him. For now.  

“I really have to go now, John. Just text me the address, alright?” 

“Alright, sweets. Take care of yourself and I’ll see you soon.”  

“I will. See you soon, John.”  

However, instead of letting go, instead of escaping his hold, the both of you stayed in each other’s orbit. Not willing to separate after being apart, even if it had been for a short time, even when you would see each other soon. As you gathered the courage to part with him, you felt his hands move along your body. One of his palms came to rest on your hip while the other rested on the back of your head. Safe in his arms, once more. He leaned in and your eyes closed in anticipation, awaiting his lips to meet yours. However, the kiss didn’t land where you had expected. Instead, the bear of a man gripped you a bit tighter before bringing his lips to your temple. The Captain lingered a bit in that position before moving his hand, grabbing your chin between his pointer and thumb, making sure to hold the eye contact between you two.  

“Can’t wait to see you again, my good girl.” And with that, he left you with a peck on the forehead and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. ‘This fucking man might just kill me.’  

As you joined your coworkers’ side once more, they side eyed you a bit before getting back to work. You were sure that some of them will ask plenty of questions regarding that little moment between John and you. However, for now, you will treasure seeing him again and ignore your heavy heart.  

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Upon his return from the coffee shop, the lads had whined and bitched about their beverages going cold and him taking ages. However, he couldn’t bother more than deliver the drinks and growl to the boys to shut up before he went into the break room. Not when the fallen expression on your face was still imprinted on his mind.  

Now, with his phone beside him, nervous anticipation was running in his system as he waited for his pet to reply. As he was leaning back against the counter, with his arms crossed, the man wondered why he hadn’t just gone home. Of course, the Captain should have expected the muppets to follow him when he wanted some quiet to think. They probably sniffed out that there was more than him being “an old man” that explained his delay. As he was waiting for a reply from you, Johnny and Kyle kept going back and forth while Simon just grunted occasionally.  

“Reckon John ran into someone he knew and just talked their ear off.”  

“What if he pulled a Johnny and forgot that he had a video to shoot?”  

“In ma defence, a lad sometimes forgets he has tae film a public porn video, ken” 

“That type of shit only happens to you, man.”  

“Well, ye dinnae ken that, do ya? Is the bonnie lad correct, Captain?” 

John lifted his eyes to look at the boys in front of him before answering.  

“Simon’s guess is the closest one to being true.”  

A mumbled ‘fucking right’ from Simon reached everyone’s ears. His hand outreached to the other two men. Kyle and Johnny grunted in annoyance before placing money in the man’s palm.  John just watched the scene unfold in amusement. When the boys’ attention returned to him, he could already imagine the ticking bomb that was about to go off. Their minds trying to decipher who had taken hold of his attention for so long. Just as the dozens of questions were about to roll of their tongues, John heard his phone go off.  

He quickly looked to his side and saw your name. Not willing to waste any time, he took off with his phone and said his goodbyes quickly to the lads.  

“Gotta go, boys. My poppy is waiting for me.”  

As the Captain walked rapidly towards the exit, he could hear the boys placing new bets on who he was talking about. Couldn’t give two shits, though. Couldn’t bother to do more than chuckle. Not with you on the forefront of his mind. Price felt adrenaline and excitement shoot through his veins, his pace rapid to reach his car. He was close to trembling at the idea of seeing you, of being close to you once more. While he was pulling his seatbelt, he checked the messages once more.  

Hi, poppy.   Wanted to know if you would be willing to meet up at my house?   Here’s the address: yada yada street, 141 London 

Sure! Could you just pick me up near the store ‘Assortments’ and meet up in two hours?  If that’s okay with you, of course ^^ 

Of course, pet. I’ll be there. 

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With sweaty palms and a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach, you were feeling a sense of déja vu as you waited for John on the bench. Today was all about feeling past emotions. When you felt the buzz of your phone, when you were getting ready for John, the feeling of being too nervous and too excited. You hoped he would like your dress; you hoped he would like you.  

With a shake of your head, you dismissed your last thoughts. The only reason you had even met John Price was because you won a contest. This was no love story about soulmates. No, this was harsh reality, and the quicker you got that inside of your brain, the better. Your thoughts were getting more jumbled together. Maybe, this invite was so that he could cut you off... but he was the one who reached out to you. He said he was thinking of you. That couldn’t be just to cut you off, right? Right? Oh, you just wanted to lie down in bed and bury your sorrows. With your head in between your hands, you tried to make sense of the situation.  

“What’s that look for, pet?”  

There it is, again. Past emotions surging back to the surface. Unbothered by the world, by the people walking nearby, John squatted down in front of you. (The look of pain not going unnoticed by you.) His soft blue eyes looking at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite determine. His hands took hold of yours to gently remove them from their positions.  

“John! Were you waiting for me in your car? I’m sorry-”  

“Nah, poppy, don’t worry about none o’ that.” His hands were still in yours and were resting on your lap. Enlaced together, orbiting towards one another. “You ready to go?”  

“Y-yeah, I think I am.”  

His eyes crinkled in the corners, his lips perking up into a soft smile. The sight was enough to bat away the feelings that had crept up to you. By the stars, he was such a pretty man.  

“Alright, pet, come on, then.” So, with his hand still enlaced with one of yours, the man got up from his position. Groaning a bit as he did so, placing his right hand on his lower back. While walking to his car, you chirped a little comment.  

“You know, if your back hurts, I know this great massage place!” He turned his head to look at you properly, only giving you a meh sound, with his smile still on his face. Your lips, in turn, quirked up in a smile at the words leaving you next.  

“Ooor, I’ve been told that I give a pretty good massage.” At this, his lips were painted in a grin now as he replied to you.  

“Yeah? Well, I’d much rather have your hands on my poor back, poppy.” You mirrored his expression, stopping in your tracks since he did as well. As always, with him, you had been too occupied with his beauty that your surroundings turned into a blur. Looking away from his beauty, you realised that you were probably in front his car. The Captain opened the door for you, helping you get inside, helping you fasten the seatbelt. He made sure you were alright before closing your door.  

‘Well, here goes nothing.’  

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The drive to his house had been surprising comfortable, but you should have known that it was impossible not to feel at easy when you were with John. It hadn’t been a long trip, maybe 20 minutes passed before you reached his house. At the sight of it, you chirped that it represented him well. He thanked you as he parked the car, telling you to stay in your seat. So, you did. You were pleasantly surprised when John had rushed to your side to open the door for you. When he unfastened your seatbelt and took hold of your hand. When you walked side by side to the front of his home.  

Upon entering his house, you had both taken off your shoes. John had asked if you wanted to be shown around, but your stomach’s rumbling had turned his attention to another matter. You had smiled a bit in embarrassment at his chuckle. Then, the bear of a man had guided you to the living room before leaving to the kitchen to make some tea and prepare a snack. Making sure to tell you to feel at home and kiss your forehead before parting ways.  

While you waited for him to return, you inspected your surroundings. This house was exactly what you had imagined. It was true when they said that your living space was a reflection of yourself. The home didn’t feel like a bachelor pad. No, instead, it felt warm and comforting. Adjectives you would use for John. You were seated on one of the armchairs, feeling as thought you were on a cloud. With your knees pulled to your chest, you cherished being surrounded by John’s smell. He must spend lots of time in this place.  

You breathed it in, eyes closing in satisfaction. With the sounds coming from the kitchen, and your feeling of bliss, you could pretend while you waited. You could pretend that this was just another day. That John felt something for you, that you could feel something for him. That this was just another day in the Price household. Alas, reality wasn’t so kind to you, and you were brought back to the present world.  

When you opened your eyes, you saw John walking in with a tray in his hands. A smile still on his face. ‘What a pretty man.’  

“Here you go, poppy.” He placed the tray on the table in front of you. Taking a seat on the sofa on your right side. 

“Thank you so much, John. You didn’t need to do so much.” The tray was full of things. He really had taken the time to prepare this. The thought warned your chest, feeling something blossoming in your ribs. As soon as the thoughts started to pop in, they burst into nothing. No, John was just a gentleman and a good host. Nothing more, nothing less.  

“None o’ that, pet. Didn’t know how you took your tea, so here’s everything you might need.”  

You thanked him once more, smiling in contentment at the kind gesture. As you prepared your cuppa, the two of you chatted. It was always so easy with him. You couldn’t control the many butterflies flying in your stomach, fighting to be let out. To be let free.  

You couldn’t know just how badly John was having his own battle at the same time. How badly he wanted you. How he yearned to have you in his home like this every day, sitting in his favourite armchair with a face of contentment. You looked so at home, so at peace, sitting with your eyes closed in happiness. John’s eyes crinkled as he took in the view. Suddenly, he remembered your stomach grumbling in annoyance and picked up the plate of biscuits. As it nudged your hand, you opened your eyes. They were so full of warmth. He could only hope that the words leaving his mouth won’t dampen the light in them.  

“Here take one, pet.” You softly thanked him, taking two biscuits in your hand. Your stomach was so happy to receive food that you did a little dance of happiness as you ate. John’s cheeks were starting to ache from happiness, you looked so beautiful. “I hope I don’t disturb your mood by saying this, poppy, but how about we continue our conversation from earlier?” Your chewing slowed, your stomach feeling heavier for a different reason other than food. You didn’t really want to think about the mean words, again, but John- You could trust John. Right?  

Sensing the hesitance from you, he reassured you that it didn’t have to be now if you didn’t want it to be. That didn’t mean that you would never have this talk thought, but he was willing to go at your own pace, ready to follow your lead. Even if you had only spent most of your time together in... a particular position, you trusted this man, and so you agreed to talk.  

You talked about the comments you had found under his public channel. How they had made you feel small. How you had tried to ignore them, but their cruelty would come back as whispers. It was when tears had gathered in your eyes that John took hold of your hand and pulled you out of your seat to be seated next to him. Within reach to be able to wipe down the tears that slid down your cheeks. He whispered words of encouragement and praise in the hopes to help you calm down. You wanted to stay there indefinitely, and yet you knew that this could not be. At the thought, fresh new tears slid down your tears and John’s frown deepened. His concern and fury mixing in together in his rib cage. Tendrils mingling with one another and circling his every bones.  

He told you that he would turn off his comments until his fans learnt to be respectful. That he would go as far as making the videos private if it meant you would have some peace of mind. Immediately, you refused. You couldn’t let him make such a big decision for little ol’ you. This was his way to pay the bills, to pay the groceries. You wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you knew that he was running short on money due to you being sensitive.  

“And I wouldn’t be able to rest easy if I knew that you were crying like this because of mean trolls, pretty girl.” His hands never left you; they were always touching some skin. Gently caressing your cheeks, making sure no tears were left. He didn’t know if he was doing it to reassure you or himself. 

You weren’t going to agree on this topic, for now. So, you opted to change directions, in the hopes of forgetting about it altogether. (You should know better.) When you felt his hands retract, you quickly grabbed them. Reaching out to him, fingers tracing small circles on his palms, feeling how his rough his hands were, and yet they always handled you with care.  

“Anyway, what- you wanted to talk about something else earlier, right?” Your head tilted as you asked, and John felt his heart ready to burst at the sight. How were you so beautiful?  

“Yes! Yes, I wanted to talk to you about something my team and I discussed.” He took a deep breath, waiting for a sign from you to continue. You nodded and he dutifully obeyed, opening his mouth to deliver words at your lap. “They noticed positive feedback from this type of content. Told me it’d be good business to keep on going.”  

“That’s good. I’m glad for you, John!” You smiled at him all sweetly, perfect poppy that you were. Your smile remained on your face as your eyebrows slightly scrunched in confusion, fingers stopping their movements. “Although, I don’t see how that involves us having a talk? Unless...” You looked at him with eyes full of emotions. Uncertainty being the lead dancer in your irises. 

“Well, told my team that I completely agreed with them, of course.” Price tried his best not to get too excited, continuing the movements you had stopped to redirect his energy somewhere. “They wanted me to do it with someone from the studio, but well,” Even with the skin contact you both had. It didn’t feel enough. It felt like he would orbit out of your gravitational pull if he kept on going like this. He wanted, nay, he needed to explode, interlink your world with his. Your eyes wouldn’t leave his and that was a good sign as any to keep on talking. “told them that the fans were asking for you, poppy.”  By the way your eyebrows shot to your hairline, you hadn’t expected those words to come out of his mouth. With a stunned voice, you voiced your emotions.  

“I don’t understand- I am not-”  

“I know, I know, but you’re a breath of fresh air for the fans, pet. You don’t hold back on your expressions, on the sounds you make, they eat that up.”  

“...I’m- but what about you, John? Wouldn’t you rather deal with a professional? Wouldn’t you rather do this with someone else other than me?”  

That was what his team had told him. He had been quite in denial at the start. Reasoning with them that he was just trying to please the fans. That his insistence that it was you and not someone else was purely for the business. What a fool he had been to have thought that, to have believed that for even a second.  

“Pet, you wouldn’t be here right inside of my house right now if I wanted someone else.” 

Your hands left his, attempting to ground yourself, to believe the words that were leaving his mouth.  

“So, what are you saying? What do you want me to do?”  

“Nothing that you don’t feel comfortable doing of course.” You nodded because that was obvious from the get-go. “To sum it up, I want to make more videos with you. We’ll share the profits 50/50, of course. The themes would be similar to our first video. Soft and nice, poppy, just how you like it.” His pointer and thumb quickly took hold of your chin, snapping you back from your thoughts, from the mess of words in your head. When your eyes found his, he smiled just like how he always did when it was directed towards you and released your face.  

“Where will you post those videos? And how many times would you need to do this per month?” 

“Everything would be on the private channel. Of course, any raw footage will be sent to you, anyway. As for how many times, I can’t tell you quite, yet. We can work around your schedule, but maybe we could do a session every week? We can work out the details later if you agree to this.” You nodded in thoughts, attentively listening to every word dropped from him. “I understand that you would need time to think this through. That’s no problem, please take the ti-” 

“Yes.” It was now John’s turn to have his eyebrows shoot to his hairline.  

“Pet, are you su-”  

“Yes, I am sure.”

[sourbinnie]

☆ regrets & replacements ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst again yes sir ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknaeline!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> did he actually forget? or did someone make him forget? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> here's the maknae line version! and if soohee was bad on the first one, i'm sorry she's even worse on this one.

hyung line

jisung ✉

he was the most forgetful person you knew, so was it a surprise that he wasn't here? not really. did it sting? of course it did, you wanted to spend the day with your boyfriend and your friends. it looked like you were gonna have a change of plans as you looked at your phone and you also didn't register any messages from jisung. you still had a whole day to hope he remembers so you weren't worried.

but the hours seemed to pass and there was no sign of him returning home. this took you to message minho and ask him where your boyfriend was. he responded saying he locked himself up in the studio and that he thought it was gonna be a surprise for you but he wasn't sure. a tiny bit of hope grew in you as you grabbed your things and headed to the jyp building.

"oh i'm glad you're here! happy birthday (y/n)." minho said as he hugged you and you received the hug as you smiled. you had a really good relationship with your boyfriend's best friend and it transformed quickly into a friendship of it's own. you knew they were preparing for a comeback so bothering them wasn't really what you wanted to do but seeing jisung would light up your day even if it was just a few seconds, just to know when he was coming home. "i don't know what the hell he's being doing there, can't get him out so i'm guessing it has to do with you."

"i'll be surprised if he remembered to be honest." you said and minho laughed as he recalled the times where jisung forget his birthday and the other members' too. 

"i better let you see your boyfriend but we're going out later!" minho said as he walked to the dance studio and you nodded as you went to jisung's studio.

standing in front of the door as you typed in the code, you felt uneasy for some reason. it's almost like you were hoping that everything would turn out good but there was just something making you anxious. it was beyond him forgetting, you didn't really care about that as long as you got to see him. you took in the scene of him on his laptop but next to him there was someone and that was no one other than soohee. okay that was odd but you weren't gonna question it.

"babe? what are you doing here? ah damn i forgot to text you!" he said as he facepalmed himself and you just gave him a little smile as you hugged him. you could feel the piercing stare of soohee burning through you and it wasn't weird since you've never had the best relationship. 

"it's okay sung, i just wanted to see you and ask you if you're coming by today?" you asked as he grabbed your hands and he looked so happy but then his smile faded and he looked at soohee.

"actually i had plans with soohee, that's why i invited her so we could head out together in a bit." he said and ouch if that didn't sting, you didn't know what would. even if you wanted to say that you wanted to have your birthday with him, that you didn't want him to go out with his best friend, you didn't say anything. 

"okay! i'll see you tomorrow baby." you said smiling with teary eyes which concerned jisung immediately as he nodded and kissed you to then let you go. he thought he didn't say anything wrong, maybe you were just unhappy that he was gonna hang out with soohee but she was his best friend after all and he made plans with her.

"i never would've thought you would choose me today but thank you jiji, i'm sure we'll have a good time." soohee said as she got up to go out and that had jisung so confused. what was she referring to with "today"? he suddenly felt the urge to check the date and when he saw it crystal clear on his phone he felt like disappearing. he literally chose to spend his partner's birthday with someone else and you're so kind hearted that you let him do it. he felt like he didn't deserve you at all.

felix ✉

unfortunately you had to work on your birthday which wasn't uncommon but you were kind of excited to spend it with felix. you tried to not look at the clock as time went by but it seemed impossible because you only wanted to get out of there and go to your apartment and celebrate the rest of the day. yet you were glued to your desk chair as you went by all the messages on your phone and also the endless emails that seemed to arrive when you wanted to leave the most.

it was an incoming call from australia that startled you and made you get out of your office to pick it up and when you heard who it was, you couldn't help but smile.

"(y/n)? i hope felix gave me the right number. happy birthday! i miss you." olivia said on the other side and you could hear rachel say happy birthday as well. you had a really solid relationship with felix's sisters when you visited them in australia to meet the whole family. so hearing them say nice things to you even if you were miles away from each other was really heartwarming.

"thank you so much, i miss you too!" you said and you continued to talk for a while until a sudden question popped you out of your bubble and took you by surprise.

"what did my brother get you?" rachel asked and then you realized that you haven't seen felix all day. he hasn't even texted you yet and you could understand if he was busy but he usually made time for that and sent a text or two.

"we haven't seen each other yet but i'll be happy with anything." you responded and they both were happy to hear that but since felix hasn't stopped talking to them about getting you something, they were taken by surprise as well. 

as you hung up after a while, you looked at the clock again to see work time was over and headed back to your apartment. you were expecting felix to be there since work would usually be over for you at the same time but you opened the door and it looked just like you left it. you sighed disappointed but you didn't let it ruin your day as you responded to the rest of the texts that were coming your way and as you opened instagram, you were greeted with something or rather someone.

you followed soohee mostly because she asked you to when you first met. she stopped following you a while after but you still followed her because you just didn't wanna seem rude. but here she was with your boyfriend, hanging out and just having a great old time together. to any other person it would seem like they were on a date even from how close they looked and that made you feel a level of insecurity you didn't know you had in you. the caption being "with my best friend, my everything<3" and you shut down your phone.

you felt so stupid for crying over this and as you sent a text to felix asking if he was having a good time, you felt like you were being immature. but then a side of you was saying it wasn't fair that he did this to you and was hoping he would realize his mistake.

felix got the message as he was going to soohee's apartment and he responded that he did indeed have a good time. he really wanted to see you at night though and he was excited to just drop by, have a cozy evening with you and hold you most of all.

"ugh they're texting you? i can never get you all to myself." soohee said as she took a look at felix on his phone and a frown formed on felix's face. he knew you two didn't get along but she was never really vocal about how she felt about you. "they're probably pissed that you decided to spend their birthday with me."

"that wasn't today." felix backfired and soohee just raised an eyebrow. he checked his phone again to see messages from his sisters saying that they called you to say happy birthday and that he should give you the present soon. that was only from hours ago and he stood still like a statue as he couldn't walk anymore to his friend's apartment and as he saw it was night already, he felt the tears come in because he made a huge mistake. he turned around and headed to your apartment, hoping he wasn't too late and ignoring soohee calling out for him.

seungmin ✉

you weren't sure if seungmin forgot or was acting out because he was planning a surprise. he woke up that day and kissed you on the cheek as he told you he was leaving for the day. you didn't think much of it but it was certainly uncommon for him to act that way and not even drop a "happy birthday". it didn't stop your excitement though 'cause the day just started and you didn't know what you were in for.

time was going by in a flash as you spent the day answering all the messages. no sign of seungmin though and to be honest that's the only person you wanted to see was him. you decided to go out and clear your mind, maybe visit a friend or a family member since you didn't really plan anything for the day. 

as you were outside you got an incoming call from jeongin and you picked it up as soon as you saw it.

"happy birthday (y/n)! i hope hyung planned something nice for today." he said cheerful and it had you smiling until the last part as you looked around and remembered there was still no seungmin next to you. you didn't even care about presents or having a big party, you just wanted to spend the day with your loved one.

"i think he forgot innie and i don't know how to feel." you responded and that had jeongin worried. his hyung forgetting his partner's birthday? it was possible but where could he be if he wasn't with you? especially right now since they had free time.

"i hope he's planning a surprise because i will kick him if he doesn't show up." that made you chuckle a little bit but it was gone in a second as you really hoped this was just part of a plan. "if you're feeling lonely though, drop by the dorms and we'll keep you company."

"that's okay, i'd rather not bother you during your break. besides he will probably show up, well that's what i'm hoping for at least." you said and you continued to talk for a while. you hanged up because you didn't want to bother your boyfriend's bandmate with your negative thoughts right now and wanted to head to one of your friend's houses. but something stopped you from doing that and it was the image of seungmin being not so far away from you as he talked to someone, as you got a closer look you could tell who it was. soohee and you were never gonna be friends and you accepted it, right now though it seemed like she had it all planned out from the start and it made you incredibly upset. he was too oblivious to say no and she was too persistent to give up. you headed back to your apartment 'cause that sight ruined your day alone.

when seungmin got to the dorms late at night, he saw that the maknae was still awake and on the phone with someone. he didn't pay too much attention to it but then he heard jeongin comforting someone who seemed very upset on the other side. but when he heard who it was, it all crumbled.

"(y/n) hyung/noona, it's okay. i'm sorry you had to witness that, i wish you didn't choose to spend your birthday alone and you dropped by. you're never a bother to us!" he said and seungmin couldn't hear what you responded but he heard jeongin end the call. he took in what happened today and he didn't know what was gonna happen next. "hyung you really messed up this time..." jeongin said as he saw his friend's figure standing by the door.

"i'm such a fucking idiot." seungmin said and as he looked at the time, he knew he was too late. your birthday was gone and there was no way of turning time around to make it up to you.

jeongin ✉

you woke up to an empty bed. it was okay because you remembered you had plans at night for your birthday and you knew jeongin was working today. looking at your phone, flooded with messages from the boys, your friends, your family, everyone you knew. yet there was no jeongin, maybe he was waiting to see you to tell it to you in person, yeah that was the conclusion in your head.

night time arrived pretty quickly and before you knew it you were getting dressed to go to dinner. your reservation was made by you and it was for the both of you to have a good time. you would eventually celebrate your birthday with your friends and family on another day but tonight was just for you and innie which made you smile. just thinking about seeing him made your heart beat faster, it's like you kept falling in love with him all over again every time you had a date.

when you arrived, jeongin still wasn't there and you spent the time texting seungmin back and forth. he told you that jeongin had already left practice earlier and he imagined it was because he wanted to prepare for your birthday. you hoped it was but it didn't really make sense that he wouldn't be here then if he got out of work a bit earlier. 

30 minutes passed, no sign of your boyfriend. it had you quite concerned as you looked at the door every time someone walked in but it was never him. disappointed but still with hope, you called seungmin just to keep you company for a bit.

"that's really weird. usually he's on time for everything and i'm pretty sure he told me about dinner with you like two days ago?" seungmin said and it felt like you were preparing for the worst as you took in his words. he was right though, he usually would be the first to arrive all the time and today he didn't even text you. "we should give it time though, let's just hope he's getting you a gift or something."

"he does tend to forget to buy gifts so it does seem possible." you respond and seungmin laughs as he remembers the time jeongin showed up to his birthday party, rushing from getting him a last minute present. 

seungmin had to go to your dismay and then you looked at the clock. an hour and thirty minutes had passed, you were sure you were getting kicked out if you hit the two hour mark. you grabbed your phone again and doubted if you should call your boyfriend or not but decided to give it a try. you just wanted to know if everything was okay and if something had happened. you weren't prepared though when you heard that voice on the other line.

"(y/n)? what do you want?" soohee responded to your call and you didn't know how to feel about many things. one why was she using your boyfriend's phone and two why was she there in the first place. 

"can i talk to jeongin?" you said ignoring all the red flags for now if you could only hear your boyfriend's voice justifying this even though there was no way of doing so. you already wanted to cry thinking of all the scenarios in your head but you shook them off.

"he's busy right now but i can send him a message if you want?" soohee said with the most fake tone you've ever heard and you nodded as the tears spilled. you grabbed your things preparing to leave because you just couldn't be there anymore.

"tell him to go fuck himself." you said as you hanged up and it was kinda dramatic but you felt in every right to do so as you left a tip for the waiter and stepped out of the restaurant. 

jeongin looked at soohee as he asked her to pick up the phone for him but then realized it was a big mistake because he didn't think of the possibility of you being on the other line. he knew you two didn't get along but he tried his best to make you two avoid each other.

"who was it?" jeongin asked because he was indeed busy as he was in the kitchen and soohee was sitting in the couch. she laughed as she recalled how mad you sounded on the other line and said your name. jeongin froze as he thought about you hearing his friend's voice in the other line instead of his. "what did they say?"

"that you should go fuck yourself which was kind of rude but then i suddenly remembered it's their birthday." soohee said and jeongin took a deep breath as he remembered the dinner reservation. of course you were fuming, of course he deserved to go fuck himself and of course this would be the end if he didn't make it up to you. he was panicking as he grabbed his things and tried not to cry all the way to your apartment. he needed to fix this mess that he created.

[roseboysstuff]

idk how to do requests its my first time doing this but could you do Shiro from voltron legendary defender x ftm reader?

Spoilers if ya havent watched it!!

Ok so like yk where that one episode Shiro disappeared and came back after a year and he just immediately went to reader and just fucks him.... soft dom Shiro brainrot... can be a mix of fluff and smut also u can do this req anytime u want no pressure (i have bad memory so i'll eventually forget this LMAO and i lovelovelove how u write i THRIVE with it)

You don't have to worry about spoiling the series to me, I've watched it all over and over Little note about the show : I actually enjoyed it all, even season 8. The only think I don't like is allura x lance, and that Lotor was a bad guy. Allura and lotor should have got together, and lance and keith should have got together. I would also accept keith and shiro.

And thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you like how I write honestly most of it is word vomit so I'm glad others like it too

He had been through hell. Being kidnapped by the Galra had made him mentally exhausted. But most of all. He had missed you.

You. You were his everything. The thought of you had gotten him through his imprisonment. He had almost given in plenty of times. But the memory of your smile, the way you would say his name, and the idea of one day seeing you again, it all kept him going.

And when he managed to escape? All he could think about was you. The ride back to earth in that escape pod was harsh, and he was drifting in and out of consciousness. But he could have sworn he whispered your name throughout the whole trip.

When Keith and the gang rescued him, he begged them to take him back to you. Which they happily obliged.

The reunion was tearful, and he whispered your name over and over like a prayer, holding you tightly until you were just both crying on the floor, embraced.

"I missed you. So much. I'm here, sweetheart, I'm alive. I'm with you."

He kept apologising, and you almost couldn't believe it was real. Takashi Shirogane, your Shiro, was back. You'd been led to believe he was dead. All of the military and all your friends had told you to give up. You'd grieved and cried for months.

And now he was back. You didn't blame him, of course, and so you shut up his apologies with a kiss. You were desperate to feel his lips on yours again, to feel his warmth, to confirm that he was really alive and here with you. He eagerly reciprocated the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled away, about to apologise for the coldness of his new arm, but you just kissed him again.

It was cold, yes, but you didn't care. You wanted your arms around you, no matter what they were made of.

It didn't take long until you were heavily making out, drinking in the taste of each other. He held the back of your head with one hand, with the other sliding down to grasp at your hip. He was unwilling to let go. Neither were you.

He barely managed to pull away enough to pick you up and carry you to the bed, pulling you onto his lap. And it was straight back to kissing again, tearing off each other's clothes, lost in a hazy fog of need, want, love and lust.

There was no need for more foreplay than this. You were completely soaked, and he was hard as a rock. You were ready. Ready to feel his big cock stretching you out. Which it did.

Before he was kidnapped, you were a little more accomodating, considering you were used to taking his cock. But this time, as you sank down, you could feel every vein on his cock, as it stretched you out for the first time in nearly a year.

"Gods... you're so tight, baby boy. Am i hurting you? If I am, we can stop and-"

Well you were having none of that. You sank yourself fully down on his cock, causing you to whimper and him to throw his head back in pleasure, a chesty moan leaving his throat.

"Oh, wow. You're just as voracious as I remember. That's my good little prince, bounce on my cock. Please, baby boy."

How could you refuse such a humble request? Your hips instantly got moving, bouncing and grinding and gyrating. No particular rhythmn, just the desperate need to be together as one. And it was heaven. For both of you.

He was seeing the person who had gotten him through the worst times of his life, bouncing and moaning on his cock. Seeing your hair bounce, your eyes shut, and your mouth wide in a silent O shape. It only fueled his lust, and he started to thrust back.

The rhythmn of your bodies meeting only got less steady as you both got close, and you found yourself clutching onto him for dear life. He was doing the same. Your bodies were impossibly close, not even an atom of space between you, as you both climaxed, crying out the other's name. His hot seed filled your cunt up, and your cunt in turn clenched and milked his cock. it was ecstacy.

As you came down from your orgasms, neither of you let go. How could you? You had both spent the past year begging the universe to give you one more chance, you weren't going to let go.

He kissed your neck and face, a big grin on his face.

"I missed you, missed this. Oh, baby boy, you have no idea."

[ailendolin]

I'm finally getting around to watching The Hobnob Affair:

Ah yes, AJ messing up names again and Luke having no shame calling him out on it. We're off to a good start here together with the 'raw materials' you apparently need for baking

oh I love the Scottish accents so much

I don't know what Sam thought Tom was doing but to me it was perfectly clear that he was putting the hammer into water. Your stagecraft is perfect, Tom, don't let Sam ever tell you otherwise

Cindy Campbell, I love you already. You deserve to get your own hammer and become a blacksmith baker. I'm rooting for you, girl

haha AJ throwing up his hands when Tom closes the door again

aw Tom feeling bad about his arms when AJ gets to show off his

"You'll thrump and I'll duong." AJ, what?

"You could be the son I never had." Tom, no! And right in front of your daughter too! That's so mean

I love that Luke's trying to set up a romance there and Sam's immediately ruining it with, "She's only fourteen." Glad Luke stood his ground and Cindy is now eighteen

omg Tom only gets meaner. I second Sam here - why are you so hard on Cindy?

haha and here's AJ forgetting another name and the others saving his ass with the classic double name

Sam and Tom having the time of their lives clapping hands and playing rock, paper, scissors while Luke and AJ are trying to move the story along is already one of my favourite things

I love how much fun AJ has with the phone. "That was my unlock code." "Guess I'll just try again."

Was it necessary for Sam to carry go go dancer Luke off-stage? No. Was I cheering when he did it? Yes

That was a very dramatic if slightly disturbing death, Luke

"I'll start with a hobnob." I'm so sorry but am I the only one who's surprised that AJ actually remembered the title of the play?

Did Sam just call Cindy Sally?

aw Cindy has been teaching John. This is so sweet. I'm so glad she's standing up for herself now and showing them another way to blacksmith bake

"Is it a Russian?" So glad I wasn't drinking something right because that came out of nowhere

"I've sent you a selfie." Omg Sam

remind me to never hand any of the guys my phone. I can't believe AJ actually let it fall

aw it ends with a kiss. As it should. I was rooting for John and Cindy

also the synchronised clapping with the, "And scene!" was lovely

[dearwhs]

✶ i'd get you ∿ psh . . . 박성호

⨳ genre: angst (i tried ☝️) wc: 1.1k warnings: mentions of family conflict towards the end ! selfless sungho (MY BABIEEE)

⨳ notes: was the angst angsting 🔥 first sungho fic and its angst 😭 my poor baby i love him sm– i'll cook him a cute fic soon :3

⨳ now playing: nobody gets me

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every time your world would fall apart, sungho would always try to fix it as much as he could, helping you stick back the pieces together. when you would find out your crush likes somebody else, sungho would always comfort you, making your tears drift away—making sure you end your little ranting session with a bright smile. when your furniture would arrive, you'd have no clue how to build it whatsoever despite reading the instructions a billion times, even flipping it over and over again. you'd even search on google and watch on youtube for tutorials, but you'd always fail without a doubt, and of course sungho would always be there along with his handy tools. when you'd call him at 1am, he'd answer immediately. you don't even get to see the way his phone's ringtone filled up the whole room, his eyes barely opened, yet you're already in a call with him, and he just woke up, freshly yawning. it was always him, and yet... it was never him.

𑁤

as for sungho, you were never a bother to him at all. instead, he'd be playing fifa with riwoo but the moment his phone dings, he'd immediately check who the notification was from. and if it's your name that popped up, he'd stand up as fast as he could that you'd barely see him go. "jaehyun! go play for me for a second!" and in a blink of an eye, he's already running to his room, replying to your messages in an instant as he takes his things.

yn 💗: sunghooo! how do i unclog... the toilet...?

you: yn... what? i'm omw

yn 💗: hehe the door's open! 🫡

his reply seemed nonchalant but oh. he was beaming with excitement, his smile visibly seen spreading across his whole face.

you were his safe haven. his comfort zone. his home. his everything. he wouldn't risk anything to lose you, even if it deeply pains him inside—but it doesn't matter anyways, as long as he was with you.

𑁤

sungho pops up right at your door, headed straight to the bathroom. he sees you stumbling everywhere, trying your best to find your way to unclog it. sungho chuckled at you, giving a light knock on the bathroom door. "SUNGHOOOO! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!!" your face lit up at his presence. you looked like you were about to cry as you sniffle, wiping what about to be your stress-tears off.

typical sungho gets the job done in a second. you jumped at him, sincerely thanking him as much as you could, even casually throwing him an "i love you so much!" though, it didn't mean what he wanted it to mean—hearing it made his day anyway.

𑁤

as you two were preparing to leave and join your friends for dinner, you were rummaging your room trying to find the bracelet you deeply treasured. sungho came behind you, tapping your back—and to your surprise, he's holding the bracelet you were desperately trying to find. "oh– sungho! you found it! thanks for saving me the trouble.. i couldn't remember where i last placed it heh." sungho just gives you a gentle smile as he secures the bracelet on your wrist. "you always leave it on your bedside table, yn." the two of you just laughed off your silly mistake of forgetting things easily and continued getting ready to leave.

sungho's like that. he knows more a lot about you more than you do because you're the most special person in his life. he knows the way you'd cry almost immediately the moment you see an emotional scene in a movie—he'd prepare the tissue right away. the way he'd always give you a call to make sure you're not sleeping again whilst doing your homework, which you always do. the way he knows you don't like any kind of nuts in your ice cream, so he tries to check if the ice cream contains any before buying it for you. or the way you screech the moment you see the cutest little stray cat—which sungho would always warn you first to be careful not to get scratched. he knew the smallest details about you, yet you just think that's how friends treated each other, just how sungho is.

𑁤

it's 11:16pm, sungho's in a deep heavy sleep– his phone rings and he's immediately awake. as he was groaning, you in were silent for at least a few seconds before deciding to finally speak up, "sungho, i.. need you right now.. can you please come over..?" you sniffled. the pain in your voice was so obvious and that worried sungho.

knock knock, he was already there at your door. you hugged him, but that didn't matter to him at the moment, what mattered to him is the reason why you were crying nonstop. it was a sight that'll always hurt him—you sobbing.

"everything's a mess... i just fought with my parents again... it's so frustrating. i really didn't mean to blow up on them.." sungho just hushed you, telling you it's gonna be okay, it was the chance he could finally hug you tightly without a reason, without holding back. you cover your face as it was a mess, tears were everywhere, and it seems like your whine isn't going to stop anytime sooner. you were just in a very vulnerable moment, in between your broken cries, you continue to vent to him, letting out all your problems. "... they just don't get me." sungho at this point was trying to muster his courage to let out these words, "i'd get you, y/n. even when no one else would." he hoped these words doesn't turn the line between you two a glass—that his feelings would be see-through. he simply doesn't want to over-complicate the friendship you two have. being friends is enough for him.

without a thought, you just tried to smile lightly at him. his words comforted you. but for you, that's all—it was just some comforting words to make you feel better. you don't see the deeper meaning behind his words, not knowing that's the best he could've done to hold back, to say what he really meant. "i know, sungho. and i'm thankful for that." and that lit a tiny bit of hope in him, but you didn't mean it the way he wished you did.

𑁤

yeah, it pains sungho—a huge amount. but he just couldn't bare leaving you. at the end of the day, even with the amount of "i love you" you shot at him—all feeling like bullets piercing right through his heart, he still wouldn't.

if the only way to stay by your side is to lock his feelings away forever, then so be it. he'd rather stay with you for 400 years, rather than taking the risk of possibly losing you permanently.

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if you liked this, a like, reblog, or comment is highly appreciated, thank you! ><

[andreal831]

Glad you’re back!

What is your most unpopular opinion on both TVD and TO?

I love when y'all try to get me canceled.

Just joking. I'm all about honesty here, even if it is unpopular. I've talked about a lot of unpopular opinions so I'll try for ones I don't think I discuss that much. But remember, y'all asked for my most unpopular opinions, they are going to be unpopular.

I will make my normal disclaimer. This is simply a personal blog about a show that ended ten years ago. Yes, we have serious discussions, but at the end of the day, it is my opinion of my interpretation. Me not liking your favorite character/ship is not a reflection on you or your opinions. We can have civil conversations even if we disagree over opinions.

So without further ado.

My most unpopular opinion on TVD is that Delena is a bad ship and wouldn't work out in the long run. (Don't get angry, I'm tagging this appropriately. If you want to read this and have a genuine discussion, great. If not, please just scroll).

Damon was brought on the show as the main villain in season 1 and did unspeakable things to Elena and her friends. Yes, there are times we can move past this. I once said that Enzo is what they wanted Damon to be. I feel like in the later seasons they learned their mistakes and attempted to rewrite a lot of the history, but unfortunately, the history was already there. With Enzo, he did really messed up things, but his back story was directly linked to his terrible actions. Whereas Damon just did bad things because it was fun and then had a bit of a sad backstory.

Damon's issue is that he loves too deeply/obsessively. He was so obsessed with Katherine that he was willing to leave Stefan behind to become a vampire with her. He wanted to become a vampire for Katherine. He only changed his mind when he thought she was dead and then didn't want to turn with Stefan. Once he found out Katherine might be alive, he spent every second attempting to get her back. Even using Elena. He was not at all interested in Elena in Season 1, except to antagonize Stefan. He only really turns his interest on her when he loses hope of Katherine, essentially transferring his obsession.

Delena fans often say that Damon loved Elena for herself while Stefan only loved her as a human, but I disagree. Elena was most as herself as human, but once she got caught up in Damon, she began to become like Katherine. He essentially turned her into Katherine when he couldn't have Katherine.

We see repeatedly that Elena chose Stefan over Damon when she had the choice. Damon and Elena have some nice moments, but it was clearly platonic/boyfriend's brother vibes. She cared for him because Stefan did. They only get closer when Stefan is forced to leave town and Damon does everything in his power to turn Elena away from Stefan. But even after that, she was still choosing Stefan.

The sirebond was the nail in the coffin for Delena in my opinion. I may have been able to get past some things if they hadn't done that. Elena never wanted to be a vampire. She says this so many times and even talks about wanting to die rather than being a vampire. Stefan shows Elena the positives of vampirism, but somehow Damon gets credit for it because of the Whitmore House scene. I think people forget the scene immediately after she runs off the dance floor, when she disgusted by what she's done. Between the thrill of the moment and the sirebond, she acts in a way that she never wanted to and regrets it instantly. Damon showed her the parts of vampirism she feared, but because the scene is sexy people love it.

And this isn't the first time we see Damon not having respect for Elena's decisions. When he forced blood down her throat before the ceremony. Or when he yells over the phone that they shouldn't listen to her about Elijah. When he kills Aaron because 'she' broke up with him. This never gets better. The only character development we really see in Damon is when he becomes friends with Bonnie. No, I don't think it is a girlfriend's job to 'fix' their boyfriend, but they should at least bring out a good side of them. Delena brought out the worst sides in each other.

I'm honestly not even advocating for Stelena. If anything, I think Matt and Elena could have had a nice life together. Or just be a normal girl and go meet someone in college or later in life. Damon didn't want the normal human life and Elena didn't want the violent vampire life. They have so little in common, not even their morals or principals. I just found them to be a really unbelievable couple. The flirtation was more interesting to me than anything that happened after they got together.

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My TO opinion: Kol is kind of a one-dimensional character and benefits very heavily from pretty-privilege. (Again, no need to read if this will just upset you)

I am talking about Nate, but I refuse to put his face on my page. But I will try and put my hate of him aside to talk about Kol.

Kol could have been a really interesting character if he was given more time and more backstory, but the show just didn't go there and left so much up to the audience to fill in the blanks.

We first meet Kol in TVD and he essentially is the Mikaelson psychotic "enforcer." He is wild and unruly, doing whatever he wants. Like targeting Matt for no reason at the Mikaelson ball when even Klaus was on his best behavior. I really feel like they made Kol the way they did to make Klaus look like the sane, practical one since Klaus was quickly becoming a fan favorite.

The storyline with the Cure was interesting, but we don't really get a lot of the backstory of how Kol knew what he knew. I would have loved some flashbacks with Kol and the witches that he supposedly learned this from. But as interesting as this storyline was, it did little to flesh out Kol as a character. He spent most of his time just trying to kill everyone to prevent Silas from being released. It would have been more impactful if they had given Kol a bigger motivation. Explained his backstory with Silas more. I left TVD not really caring if Kol came back. We got one little sad story right before he died about Klaus unfairly daggering him, but really after seeing how unhinged he was in TVD, I kind of didn't care that he was daggered. I felt worse for Finn who seemed relatively harmless.

I didn't mind Kol as a witch too much, but again, felt his character was little more than a charming rake. We knew he was only flirting with Davina initially for his mother, and I even buy his quick infatuation with her since we know he likes powerful witches, but his betrayal of Rebekah just felt impulsive and dumb. It took away from the genius witch they were trying to create. Sure he learned a lot of tricks with the dark objects from witches, but then he imprisoned his sister in an instable witch he did zero research on while his family was still in danger. It felt like he was less of a developed character and more of a plot device.

Similar to Damon, I just didn't feel like his backstory was enough to make me sympathetic. I know we are told he was daggered a lot, but we are also told that he was off on his own a lot. In the 11th century we know Kol had gone off on his own and then for much of the middle centuries he is exploring and meeting witches. The few times we see him in flashbacks, he is covered in blood, smiling at the death he created. I know people say he went off the deep end because of his loss of magic, but the show should have done a better job fleshing that story out. Really go into his spiral, because it happened very quickly. Kol was the only one reveling in killing in 1001, a year after they became vampires. This is also our first encounter with Kol as we don't see him during their human flashbacks. The only daggering we really see that felt unjust was in the 1900s when he was attempting to turn the witches against Klaus and create a weapon. But that also felt out of place in how Rebekah betrayed him but then wanted to do the same a mere year later.

The back and forth with his family also annoyed me. One moment he was building a weapon to put Klaus down and the next he was hugging him, just wanting to be a part of 'always and forever.' I understand why Davina was so annoyed by it. They attempted to garner sympathy for Kol based on how he was not part of 'always and forever' but he never really seemed to want to be. Every chance he had to leave them, he did. I don't blame him, but he can't be mad for not being included when he was always leaving. Even in 1001, Kol was the first one to suggest they split up. He and Finn left immediately after being turned and leaving Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah to clean up the mess their family made. This tracked through their 1000 years. He even parties with Klaus multiple times after being undaggered, holding it against Rebekah more than anyone. He never seemed to care for any of his siblings outside of Klaus and yet Klaus was the one harming him the most.

Like most of the characters honestly, if Kol had been played by a less attractive or charismatic person, he would have been despicable and annoying at times. I will own that he has moments of character growth in the later seasons of TO, but they all felt like they came out of nowhere since they appeared to happen off camera. Even his relationship with Hope felt strange in Season 5 when he hardly even acknowledged his niece in the previous seasons except to use her to save Davina. His character, to me, felt like it was constantly changing to fit whatever role they needed him to play so he became less of a character and more of a plot device making it hard for me to connect with him or truly understand his underlying character.

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Again, don't hate me if you disagree. These are just some unpopular opinions I don't think I've talked about on here.

[shootingstarpilot]

A scene that will only be referenced in the next chapter, but I was overcome with the urge to write it out anyway:

Boil catches Stitch's entry onto the bridge out of the corner of his eye.

He elbows Waxer, grinning. The kid's got a pair of crutches under one arm, and they'd both noticed the way the Commander had been leaning on the holotable, stubbornly ignoring the General's not-so-subtle disapproving look and the chair Waxer had fruitlessly nudged into place behind him.

This is going to be a show.

Stitch scans the bridge, eyes narrowed, until he catches sight of the Commander. He walks forward, stopping a few respectful feet behind him, and--

waits.

Thirty seconds pass.

Then a minute.

More and more eyes are landing on him. Poorly-muffled giggling blooms across the bridge.

"Hi, Stitch," Waxer says cheerfully.

"Hi, sir," Stitch says politely, his gaze flickering sideways in acknowledgement before returning to Cody's back.

Cody's shoulders slump.

Eventually, the holocall ends. General Kenobi is the first to turn around.

"Hello, Stitch," he says, smiling faintly. "Can I help you?"

"No thank you, sir. I'm waiting for the Commander, sir."

There's only so long Cody can avoid turning around, and he knows it. With a long, deep sigh, he turns.

"Hi, sir," Stitch says brightly, and thrusts the crutches forward. "You forgot these."

"Those aren't mine," Cody says immediately. "I left mine in my office. I'll grab them after."

"These are yours," Stitch says patiently. "I put a sticker on them when Helix first gave them to you. See?"

He points. Cody leans forward, searching despite himself--

His expression flattens out.

"It's a lightsaber," Stitch says helpfully. "Needle made it. He said you'd forgotten your crutches before, and I thought a sticker would be helpful for you to remember which are yours. Helix says taking initiative is a good thing."

"I... see."

He still doesn't take them.

Stitch sighs. "Is this because Helix yelled at you for kicking droids again, and you don't want to prove him right?"

"No," Cody grinds out, and Waxer muffles a wheezing laugh in Boil's shoulder. General Kenobi's expression is carefully blank.

"Is it because--"

"They're uncomfortable," Cody sighs. He lowers his voice, conscious of their delighted audience, and there's a ripple of coughing and clearing of throats as people turn back to their assigned tasks. "They-- my shoulders keep cramping. I need to be able to fire a blaster, Stitch. I'm minimizing my movement as much as possible, I promise."

"Uncomfortable," Stitch echos, looking baffled. "Why didn't you say so, sir? Give me-- ten minutes, please. I can fix that. I'll be back soon. Can you sit down in the meantime, please?"

"I'll make sure he does, Stitch," the General interjects, and Stitch nods seriously.

"Thank you, sir," he says, and nods at them both before vanishing out the door.

"You're enjoying this far too much, sir," Cody hisses, as Kenobi carefully helps him settle into the long-ignored chair.

"My dear Commander," Kenobi says, laughing, "I'm simply glad it's not me this time."

Cody's glare could incinerate a Hutt. The General remains cheerfully unaffected.

When Stitch returns, he brings with him a painstakingly adjusted pair of crutches. Layers of cotton batting is tied carefully to the pads, and the grips have been adjusted a few levels upwards.

"Try these, please," he says, handing them over.

Cody reluctantly accepts them. "All right. Later, when I--"

Stitch is looking at him very expectantly.

He sighs. "Yes, Stitch."

He levers himself to his feet and takes a few halting steps. Boil watches, fascinated, as astonishment flickers across his expression before it settles into a quiet resignation.

"This-- is better," he mutters. "Very much so."

Stitch beams. "Thank you, sir! And you'll make sure to use them until you're cleared?"

"Yes, Stitch."

"And you won't forget about your follow-up tomorrow? You can have a juice box. Or a pudding cup. You can choose. Needle got some."

Waxer coos. Cody glares at him.

("That's KP duty for you," Boil whispers. "Just you wait.")

"I won't, Stitch."

"Good. Thank you, sir. And- Helix told me to tell you that you- that you're lucky you got me and not him, sir, because he'd be, um- a damn sight louder, sir, because he's got no patience for- for idiots, sir."

A beat.

"That's from him, sir," Stitch repeats anxiously.

Cody sighs. "That's all right, Stitch. Well done."

Stitch brightens immediately, rocking back on his heels. "I'll save you a chocolate pudding cup, sir, if you like. Those ones are the best, so they tend to go fast."

A smile flickers across Cody's face. "Thank you. I'd appreciate it. You're dismissed."

Stitch salutes-- shiny little tubie, small gods-- and vanishes out the door.

Kenobi has given up the game entirely, now, and is grinning broadly. Cody turns on him immediately.

"Stop that."

"Stop what, my dear?"

"The thing you're doing with your face."

"Smiling?"

"Smugly. Yes."

"I'm just pleased with our medics' professionalism, Commander."

"I've got two dozen witnesses to that for the next time you try to dodge them."

"Noted. Can I have your pudding cup?"

"No."

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Thank you for being a Quinn Fabray writer! So glad someone out there writes for her, my beloved hehe can I request something domestic female reader x pregnant Quinn Fabray, where they’re married and it’s reader running out in the middle of the night to get a food item that Quinn is craving and then they eat together and talk about how far they’ve come and excited waiting for their little one, just something cute and fluffy please!

Late Night Cravings

"Yeah. Yeah, I have the list."

The middle of the local Wal-mart isn't where you want to be at 2AM but for your wife, you'll deal with the late-night loonies.

"I won't forget the ice cream. Banana-rama swirl, right? I still can't believe that's a thing," you say with a laugh. "I got everything. I'll be home soon. I love you too. See you in a bit."

As soon as you end the call, you make your way to the check out lanes. The sooner you're done, the sooner you'll get home to your very pregnant wife. And the less melted the ice cream will be.

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Once you open the door, you're greeted with one Quinn Fabray, hand gently running over her swollen belly.

"Perfect timing. I just finished the bacon." She pecks you on the cheek and excitedly leads you to the kitchen.

"Slow down, Speedy," you call out with a chuckle. "Otherwise the little one will pop right out.

"I've done a full dance routine while pregnant before," the blonde quips. "This is nothing."

"Yeah and you immediately went into labor," was your retort. "I'm not about to let that happen again. There's still a month left and we still need to prep the hospital bag."

Quinn just lets out a laugh. "Relax. It's fine. You're more anxious about this than I am." She grabs the plate of bacon while you take two spoons and the tub of ice cream.

"This is my first kid! Of course I'm nervous." You follow your wife to the living room where Netflix was paused to the latest episode of whatever Quinn was binging. She eases onto the couch while you plop down. "I just want things to go smoothly..."

She leans over and places a kiss on your cheek. "They will. We'll be fine. Even if it wasn't, we'll make it through. We always have."

You smile, remembering your lives together.

"Yeah, high school was rough for you. Early college too."

"And yet, you stuck by me through thick and thin. Long before 'in sickness and in health.'"

She leans into you and you settle comfortably. "I knew I wanted to be your wife then," you sigh. "And now, we're here eating ice cream and bacon together. I wouldn't change it for the world."

Quinn turns her head to kiss you. "Neither would I."

[wonderfullyinlovewithlife]

look to see you looking back

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finn mikaelson x reader

the one where you both like each other and don't know what to do about it.

p.s Hey Guys!! Wrote this really quickly. Hope you like it. Send requests and I'll get to them when I can!!

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He was being appropriate, but you realize this a second too late. Sure, he had bygone knocking on the front door and just…stood now in your bedroom, throwing off the balance of the room as he dwarfed all your little bone-china dolls, but in his defence, you had never intended for any man, let alone him, to come in here.

Plus, you had told him not to knock anymore.

He stood by the window, trying to look everywhere else except your exposed legs.

‘If you want to see me, just come see me. I would like it, Finn.’ You remember saying at some point.

Was it too much? 

Both of you were now in a strange kind of standoff. 

You took another tentative step into your newly furnished bedroom (thank you Mikaelson money). You don’t know what was more surprising, that he took you up on the offer or did so unprompted. 

Was this progress? Did you want it to mean progress? 

You didn’t actually think he’d show up, even when, in your intoxicated state, you had held him tightly by the lapels of his expensive suit and confessed in the Fell’s Church parking lot that you wanted to be his friend. 

You just wanted him to know then. He needed to hear it. 

But it was different now. You had kissed, if only for a second. But it had happened, and you were glad it happened, only that the last three days had been a mess. He hadn’t called or texted (the latter, which didn’t surprise you; you had watched him forget to hit send on text messages countless times), but you had run into Elijah on two separate occasions. In both cases, he brought Finn up. 

This couldn’t be good unless it could be. You didn’t know.

You never seemed to know. Not with this fool.

‘Do you often just break into rooms to stand there?’

‘I was admiring your curious collection of ceramic creatures.’ 

‘They’re horrible. I stole the little rabbit with the sun hat off this lady at a yard sale when I used to live in New Orleans.’ You closed your eyes,’ I think it’s cursed.’

You could hear him take a step but couldn’t be sure in which direction.

‘It’s quite a nice piece, I think I, too, would have cursed you. Had you stolen from me.’

You opened your eyes to look at him. The tension his presence brought was giving you a headache. You felt the skin of your face prickle. 

‘I’m not giving it back.’

He smiled at you,’ I’m not asking you to.’

You pulled your pink tank top up slightly,’ Good.’

He continued to mess with the little ceramic animals you had collected over the years and had all around the room. They all had their backstories, unique, but not their own. You bought one each time you met someone that left an impression on you. The little cat he was examining now you had purchased a day or two after you had met Nadia Petrova for the first time. Her entire life story had made you so sad; you had run into the little kitty Kat and thought immediately of her, with it’s big brown eyes. It had been in one of those upscale china shops in Portland, Oregon. You had named it after her. 

Finn placed it back down by the golden ashtray you had bought in Forks, Washington, on a Native American reserve while you wondered if that girl ever did find what she was looking for. 

‘Tired?’ He asked after a while. 

‘No. Yes. I-’ 

He looked to you, waiting. 

‘Stop it.’ You say, but you don’t know what you mean by it. 

‘I’m not doing anything,’ his accent makes his words sound like he’s joking, but you know him well enough now to feel a slight undercurrent of defensiveness.

‘No, not like that, just…I don’t know. It’s awkward now, right?’

He shakes his head. ‘I wanted to see how you were.’

‘But it’s awkward. I don’t know where to look. And you’re not really saying anything and it’s just so. Gosh. I don’t know. But, I don’t know.’

‘Just look at me then.’ He said quietly. 

‘Big words coming from a man who didn’t call me back after he kissed me.’

He shrugged. It felt too casual for him. He hadn’t that same elegance as Elijah, but rather, a curious kind of stiffness. You didn’t know if it was from spending so long daggered in the box or how shrugging was so…. twenty-first century, but the motion made you smile. It was too janky to take seriously.

‘It’s,’ He stopped himself,’ It’s not like that.’

You sat up now, on your knees, mid-riff exposed. He glanced at the exposed flesh, eyes flickering between the soft skin of your stomach to your eyes.

‘If you take it back, take it back like a man. I don’t like playing games Finn. I feel so on edge. Either you like like me, or you don’t.’ 

He picked up another animal only to set it back down. 

‘It’s so new to me…’ He began.

‘Stop.’ You cut him off.’ If you’re not romantically interested, then start there. I don’t want you to be nice about it.’

‘No listen I-’

‘No you listen Finn-’ 

He grabbed you by the upper arms, using his vampiric speed to stand before you. He eased his grip slowly, but his hands never moved. They felt soft and strangely warm. 

‘I like you. It’s just…I don’t know what to do about it.’ He said. 

‘So then, why’d you kiss me.’

‘Because I wanted to.’ He looked at the closed bedroom door and swallowed. You were both alone. In your room. You were half-naked. The situation was eating away at him. ‘Was that wrong of me? Should I have not?’

You breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I’d let you do it again if you wanted. I’d let you do a lot more.’

He shook his head. ‘You don’t understand me. I know how it is now; in this day and age, I saw how you spoke to that boy that came up to you all those days ago, how quickly you waved him off….I would be sick for years if you were to ever talk to me like that.’ He looked so serious.’ I want to matter to you. Does that make any sense?’

You nodded eagerly. He pushed your hair back from your forehead, his hand lingering in a way that made you think of a mother checking her child for fever. 

‘I like you, ' he said finally. ‘These past couple of days were just me coming to terms with how much. I want to court you properly, the way we did when I was still alive.’ 

You made a face.’ Well…what would that entail?’

‘Something more official. We would announce it.’

You grabbed him by the front of his black shirt and pulled him down towards you. You fell back into the bed, but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was feel his lips and yours, and he was more than happy to oblige. 

He pulled back. ‘Does this mark the beginning of our courtship?’ He asked with an overzealous eagerness.

You couldn’t help but laugh in his face.’ Oh, you sweet, sweet man.’ You pulled him down to kiss him. ‘Yes, you can be my boyfriend.’ 

‘Very good.’

[sharp-rosee]

Hey funny story: I haven't been around Tumblr at all for months, but today someone told me menalez had deactivated or something so I came on here and looked it up. First result was a post by you, i checked out your blog and wouldn't you know it your most recent post had you defending me post mortem lmfao. I sent an anon to the other woman too but it seems she won't post it so to clarify to you: when I supposedly said "studies showing violence suffered by bisexuals are cringe and useless" what I remember thinking about that is that those studies that I've seen are never used to try to understand why bisexuals suffer such insane rates of violence (more than homosexuals) and trying to stop it. I've only seen them be used as battering rams in discourse when homosexuals criticize bisexuals. Which is crazy for such a serious issue and totally trivializes it lol. Also that my explanation for it was that such studies show that many abused people incorrectly id as bi for a time. You can disagree or wtv just those were my points, she made it sound like I'm cheering on women beating if they're bi or something. Also your defense of me (thanks queen lol) is accurate if you were wondering. I used to be sorta pro strict separatism but I outgrew the anger/ denial phase of "most women will partner with men" and reached acceptance. Most people are built for romantic partnership, that's just human nature, I can't be hating het women just because their lot in life in that means they're more likely to be abused. Just because I'm not drawn to men, or even much to romance, doesn't mean I should act like that's everyone else too and judge them on that standard, I accept reality and want women to be safe within that rather than pointlessly hate on them and get all worked up because some women have boyfriends..

Well I'm also a mean asshole, I'm sure you noticed, and I definitely would give the bi girlies on radblr a hard time here at the time lol. I don't have the "one side" sort of takes on this divide on radblr. It was funny but I can't feel the energy to that anymore since leaving tumblr, way too few bis or gays irl to care about that stuff. But at the end of the day these are my actual takes on all that disk horse. Funny to see it immediately on such a causal stroll around here lol

-sleep3r4gent

QUEEN I used to follow you ♡ at least when I was crypto a few years back I did.

Also, I'm glad you clarified because the way some women on here seem to hallucinate things they read almost makes me feel insane as well. Like you sending an ask saying you never thought of a certain perspective is not indicative of you agreeing and obviously one can change their opinions over time.

I really have no opinion either way tbh, I myself am straight and in a relationship, and have had others on my last blog send some anons calling me a "dick worshipper" and other misogynistic BS, but they stopped once I didn't let it bother me much. It's so obviously a group of trolls that it's embarrassing that they still believe it enough to keep bringing back the same users, some like you who aren't even misogynistic, to further their persecution complex.

It even is more annoying because these are the women who made Mena/Moideater leave, the above drama is a big reason why. The way radblr will still reblog posts from very racist blogs and not bat an eye but then freak out over a clique of women who aren't even radfems really does show what demographic makes up this site.

I know it gets exhausting to be involved in arguments, but it's nice to know you're still somewhat around. I hope you, Mena and Moid come back someday. If not I understand. But I'll never forget any of them and I haven't forgotten you 😭😭😭

[tiramisumin]

feeling like i do — 34

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synopsis: you’ve had the biggest crush on kim minjae for as long as you can remember. finally, you’ve gathered the courage to tell him how you feel— only for it to go horribly wrong. but somehow, someway the stars align and your failed confession becomes the best mistake you’ve ever made. 

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thirty four — glad that it was you (1479)

You’ve gone to Kim Minjae’s apartment so many times now, it’s begun to feel like another home of yours. Though you’ve never actually slept there, just the thought of its comfortability and coziness coupled with seeing Minjae himself was enough to warm your heart. 

Right now, however, you feel the opposite. 

You’re nervous. So nervous, in fact, that you didn’t even care to make yourself look presentable before heading over to his place. Donned in fuzzy bear slippers, matching pajama pants, and a sweatshirt from your university, you trek to his apartment.

A few minutes pass of you standing outside of his door, no attempt to knock on it and alert him of your presence. You needed some time to psych yourself up and prepare for the worst possible situation. Hyunwoo was right. You are an overthinker. But could you be blamed? It’s not like Minjae has ever given you anything to work off of. 

Finally, you tell yourself to get over it and bring your fist up to the space beside the peephole. If this really is the end of whatever friendship/coexistence/coworker relationship you have with him, then you had to just rip it off like a bandaid. (And then you could put a fresh one on top.)

Minjae answers the door almost immediately, his bottom lip between his teeth. Maybe he was just as nervous as you were. You’ve noticed from the many writing sprints you’ve had that he has a tendency to nibble the inside of his lip when he’s stressed. He steps to the side and lets you in. 

You assume that he was also somehow in a rush to speak to you, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants unlike his usual attire of fashionable clothes. He doesn’t say much, leading you into the dining room where all of his production equipment is set up. You’re confused by the microphone and headset plugged into his laptop, sheets of paper sprawled all over the surface. 

He swallows thickly, asking you to sit beside him next to everything. You’re still thoroughly puzzled. If he wanted to work on the song, he could’ve just said so. Instead, he freaked you out and made you think he was about to break up with you in spite of the two of you not even dating. 

“I want you to listen to this song I put together. I spent all night writing the lyrics and tweaking the track until I thought it was perfect.” He finally says, handing you the headphones. You take them and place them over your ears, closing your eyes when he hits the space bar to play the song. 

Look at the sunlight pouring down

It crashes on the waves and scatters away

The wind brushing through your hair

It feels like you and I are becoming alike

Yeah, yeah, we look similar, smiling at each other like a mirror

We gather a handful of happiness and bury it under the secret

As we stack and stack, it becomes a decent castle

Hit me up like a fire alarm, everyone gather, woah, woah, woah

When time passes and we becomе adults

What kind of meaning will today have?

It might be thе most precious

It might lift us up (Yeah)

Come here, let's build a sandcastle

A castle of memories just for us (A castle of memories)

I'll always come back (Yeah)

This memory will be the clearest

Even if the waves crash, it'll be okay

Even if the storm hits, it'll be okay

The coordinates in our memory

Don't ever forget this place

Yeah, find my reason, freezing in front of difficult worries

As the seasons change, the sun goes down, and my sleep rhythm is messed up

Everything is unclear, pint, the world is red, tint on white paper

It's flashy on the outside, but it's empty and sparkling, all dressed up in varnish

The flag is shaking? Don’t be scared, it’s just a cool breeze passing by

Come here and hold my hands, even if the storm bothers us, it’s fine

Without any worries, we can just greet tomorrow

We’ll carve our names on the sandcastle that’s now more beautifully shaped

When time passes and we become adults (Ooh-ooh)

What kind of meaning will today have? (Oh)

It might be the most precious

It might lift us up (Yeah)

Come here, let's build a sandcastle

A castle of memories just for us (A castle of memories)

I'll always come back (Yeah)

This memory will be the clearest

Even if the waves crash, it'll be okay

Even if the storm hits, it'll be okay

The coordinates in our memory

Don't ever forget this place

Pile up the sand bit by bit

On top of the sandcastle we built

Let’s carve it, promising not to forget

Let’s remember this festival just for us today(Ooh-ooh)

When we stick together, nothing can break our bond

We made, ooh, yeah (Break our bond, yeah)

When we stick together, nothing can break our bond

We made, ooh, yeah (Always stay together, oh, yeah)

Don’t forget this place

Even if the waves crash, it'll be okay (Even if the waves crash, woah)

Even if the storm hits, it'll be okay (Ooh)

The coordinates in our memory (Oh, yeah)

Don’t ever forget this place

You didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with a song, but you think you just did. The lyrics were so beautiful and the melody itself was so sweet, tears have welled in your eyes. For something put together overnight, Minjae went above and beyond for this. 

“Minjae—”

“Wait!” He interrupts you, standing up from the seat beside you and pacing around the dining room. “It’s only been a few days since I had this strong revelation and it’s been driving me crazy. I mean, I just produced a song in like eight hours. I’ve never done that before. Not even to make a deadline.”

“What are you—”

“I like you, Y/N. I didn’t write this for my fans, I wrote it for you and your ears only. Between writing with you so often and going on those stupid fake dates, I’ve realized that you make me feel bigger than who I am, but you’ve never treated me differently just because I’m famous. Your smile and your laughter, seeing your face, all of it makes my day brighter. I don’t know what it was, but going to the cat café with you put things into perspective for me. Maybe it was seeing how adorable you looked interacting with the cats and comparing them all to me. Or maybe it was before we even got there, when you stopped to admire the river. I’m still not sure, but what I am certain of, is that you fill even the darkest days with sunlight.” Minjae doesn’t pause to breathe, almost like if he stops he won’t be able to keep going. “And god, are you talented. Your voice is something of an angel’s and I’m sure your acting is also impeccable. I should’ve known from the moment I heard you singing backstage in the auditorium that I’d fall in love. You lured me in kinda like a siren with a sailor, I guess, but I’ve never been so lucky to be a sailor.”

I like you, Y/N. 

These are the words you’ve wanted to hear from him for years. And the effect they have on you is just as powerful as you thought they would be. You giggle with a sniffle, wiping away a stray tear. 

“Minjae, I didn’t think I could be any more obvious, but I like you, too. I have since we had Music Appreciation together our first year and my feelings have never once wavered. Getting to know you better has only made them grow, and I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am to hear that you feel the same. I honestly didn’t think this was possible. I thought I’d be stuck pining over you forever. This is a way better ending.” You stand up with him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders to stop his pacing. 

He looks at you with the utmost adoration, eyes softening when he notices the tear streaks on your face. You look gorgeous, even after you’ve just bawled your eyes out, even dressed in pajamas. He’s glad that it was you. 

“Y/N, can I— can I kiss you?” He asks, bringing up a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin gently. 

“Please do.” You nod fervently. 

When your lips connect, it’s as if everything good in the world has been accomplished. Imaginary fireworks go off in the distance. A pleasant buzz courses all the way to the tips of your fingers. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Kim Minjae is finally yours. 

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She Rushes Into Their Wedding And Ready To Snatch F/N's Husband. Unexpectedly, He Said, "Are You On The Wrong Set?"

Warning: Suicide mentions

A/N: I am very sorry to this late Valentine's Day post

On F/N's wedding day, her husband, Yukimiya Kenyu's childhood friend burst into the wedding in a red dress.

“Yuki, did you forget about special night before you left the country?” Teruko beseeched. “I know you're just looking for my replacement, but I'm back now. So this woman can leave.”

“Don't listen to her.” Yukimiya assured the silent F/N. “You look like an angel. She's trying to trick me. Also, we don't play the replacement game around here.” he turned to the security. “Get this woman out of here now.”

At the end of the year, as Yukimiya and F/N's wedding date came closer, Yukimiya's childhood friend from abroad sent F/N a photo: a man and a woman cuddled on their new 200 thousand yen massage and heating bed, the man's face only showed a side view of his bare body. She quickly unsent the photo and added: oops, send it to the wrong person. Don't misunderstand; Yuki says you need to press the bed for good luck, so he asked me to help. You're not mad, right? Yuki was just resting because he was so tired. Don't worry, sis, we didn't do anything.

F/N Frowned slightly; Teruko, that's her name. He family and Yukimiya's go way back when Yukimiya's old friends heard Teruko was back, they insisted on a get together. He couldn't refuse and insisted on taking F/N along.

The moment Teruko saw F/N, her expression changed.

She coyly looked at Yukimiya and asked, “This must be your girlfriend, right?”

Yukimiya ignored her.

In front of everyone, he pulled out a stack of invitations, “I didn't know what to get you, so I'm inviting you all to my wedding in a few days.” then, with his arm around F/N like a declaration of ownership, he said, “This is my wife.”

Teruko immediately grabbed F/N's hand, chit chatting, “I've heard you and I look so alike. It's true. Let's add each other if Yuki bullies you, I'll beat him up for you.” she continued. “Don't worry, I'm Yuki's only female friend, but no need to be on guard against me.”

F/N smirked and replied, “My Ken can't even raise his voice at me, so why'd he bully me? Though I have to say it's the first time I'm hearing about you being his friend. He really hasn't mentioned it before.””

Teruko's face showed a hint of displeasure, her jealousy quickly masked, “Maybe Yuki didn't mention me because he's worried that it'll upset you. But no worries, we'll see each other plenty from now on.”

“I'm marrying Kenyu tomorrow.” F/N poured herself a cup of sencha. “But it's tradition that the bride and groom can't meet three days prior to the wedding. Kenyu promised, but he still snuck into my house late at night.”

“What's up?” Yukimiya, true to his reputation as the devoted boyfriend, immediately sensed F/N's mood change. “Who upset you?”

F/N raised an eyebrow, smirking, “See for yourself.”

Luckily F/N was quick to take a screenshot the moment the photo was sent.

Yukimiya's eyes widened, innocent and wronged. “Even if this looks like me from the side, it can't be. I'm glad I came to see you tonight, otherwise I'd never clear my name.” picking up F/N's phone and opening Teruko's profile, he started yelling, “Teruko, are you insane? I'm with my wife now. Your Photoshop skills are trash. I love my wife for life. Stop barking around and remember my mattress costs 200 thousand yen. Pay up or I'll report you.”

Teruko didn't expect Yukimiya would sneak to see F/N that night nor that F/N would straight up confirm with him. If F/N had trusted Yukimiya even a little bit less, she might have succeeded; but she knew the pro soccer player-slash-model was loyal.

Teruko didn't respond but Yukimiya called home. As expected, Teruko was caught red handed alone on the bed, claiming Yukimiya had her rest there out of respect for the family ties.

Yukimiya's mother warned her quietly and had the mattress changed overnight.

Yet Teruko didn't know when to quit and kept pushing her luck .

On the wedding day, Yukimiya, grinning ear to ear, couldn't stop goofully, smiling at guests in the hotel lobby.

Teruko arrived, just as the ceremony was starting.

As the music filled the hall, the doors slowly opened.

F/N was about to lift her dress, waiting for the spotlight to fall on her and walk to Yukimiya, when a voice cut through, “Sorry, I'm late, Yuki.” Teruko ran out in front of F/N in her red dress.

The audience was buzzing with whispers, “Who was that so clueless at someone else's wedding? And she steals the bride's spotlight. What was she thinking?”

Teruko's face changed, she looked like she was about to cry, “I didn't mean to. I didn't know I shouldn't walk there. Don't be mad.”

Yukimiya looked pissed, so he didn't hold back. He grabbed the mic and called out, “Get this woman off the stage!”

When it as time for the toast after the ceremony, Teruko stirred things up again, “Yuki, you can't marry a woman with no power or money. She's not good enough for you. She's marrying you for your money.”

“Get real, the mattress you slept on last night, I bought it for 2 million yen.” F/N snorted. “After graduation, I went aboard to study to be an ophthalmologist. Do you think I'm after money?”

“Yuki, you can't marry this woman.” Teruko wailed. “I came back just for you to fix what we missed. Didn't you forget our night before I left the country?”

“Do you even hear yourself” Yukimiya scowled. “There's no unfinished business. You going abroad had nothing to do with me. I didn't see you during that time. Stop making stuff up.”

Teruko was tearful, “Yuki, I know why you're with F/N. It's just because I was with someone else back then. You wanted to spite me by finding someone who looked like me. I've realized my feelings now. Stop being stubborn. We're true love.”

“Don't listen to her nonsense.” Yukimiya assured the silent F/N. “You're gorgeous like a goddess. She's just trying to scam me plus we're not doing that look alike thing.”

Mrs. Yukimiya heard the commotion and came over, “What's going on?”

“Mom, it's nothing.” Yukimiya replied.

“Auntie.” Teruko's voice was almost catlike as she smirked at F/N.

Then, Mrs. Yukimiya called security to take Teruko out.

Just then, surprisingly, Yukimiya raised his hand to stop everything.

Teruko's eyes lit up and she flirted, “Yuki, I knew you loved me.”

“Shut up!” Yukimiya snapped. “You bribed my cousin last night while I was out; hooking up with some guy on my wedding bed; the mattress my wife bought for 2 million yen. Hurry and pay up. Or I'll call the police. What? Do you want me to show the photos?” his glare darkened.

Teruko found herself in a tight spot until her parents stepped in, “All right, Kenyu, auntie's watched you grow up. Teruko's young and clueless. Why bother with her?”

Yukimiya scoffed, “She's turning 27 this year, that's not young. Even Jirou's more sensible than her.”

Teruko's mother was humiliated and she glared at Mrs. Yukimiya, “Is this how you raised your son ?”

“I doubt your teaching when your daughter shamelessly eyes my son's bed.” Mrs. Yukimiya shot back. “If my daughter-in-law wasn't generous, I'd tear that girl down myself. Keep your daughter in check.”

Teruko's father looked frustrated; too embarrassed to argue with the women in his family, he told Teruko to leave, but she wouldn't budge until her mother dragged her away, crying.

Before leaving, Yukimiya made sure she paid for that mattress the money.

After the wedding wrapped up, Yukimiya whisked F/N away to get the marriage licence.

That night...

Just as the newly wedded couple were about to get to the bedroom, Yukimiya's phone rang out of nowhere. He ignored it but it rang again.

By the fifth call, F/N crawled out of bed, “Why don't you take it?” she suggested. “It might be something important.”

Yukimiya grumbled, not too happy, “It better be important...” as he picked up the phone his expression shifted when he heard what the other person said. His eyes turned sharp as he replied, “Don't worry. I'm heading over right now.”

“Is something wrong?” F/N asked.

“There's some last-minute changes for the next job.” Yukimiya answered. “Just sleep if you are tired. I will be back right after to stay with you.”

F/N decided not to sleep either and grabbed her phone to scroll through Twitter.

Teruko posted a picture of her bandaged wrist with a familiar figure in the background with the caption reading: forgive my past mistakes, time to cherish the one who matters

F/N recognized Yukimiya in the photo wearing the same clothes he had on when he left.

Less than 5 minutes later, a message from Teruko popped up: being alone on your first night of marriage must sting, huh? Too bad, Yuki loves me. Isn't it because you look a bit like me? Otherwise, Yuki wouldn't have chosen you. As if adding fuel to the fire, Teruko then sent an infertility report: I can't have kids and since you look like me, Yuki married you instead. Now that you're married, there's no point hiding it. Once you have a child, Yuki will divorce you. We'll even give you a big payout. Yuki didn't want me to tell you but I couldn't bear to keep you in the dark; after all you're the future mom to my child. I work at Yuki's modelling agency because he's scared I'd get bullied anywhere else. I gave him my all the night before I went abroad. You think he doesn't love me?

The next morning...

After Yukimiya got home, F/N felt him sink into the bed next to her and wrapping her in a familiar embrace.

“You're back.” F/N turned to face him.

“Did I wake you?” Yukimiya pulled her closer.

“Why are you so late?” F/N asked. “Everything okay at the agency?”

Yukimiya's expression shifted, “I have to tell you something, but promise you won't be mad. Last night, it wasn't any job adjustments; it was Teruko causing issues. She staged a suicide attempt and her father insisted I go to the hospital.” he ruffled his hair in frustration. “It's a total mess.”

“I have another version of that story.” F/N informed and briefly recapped everything.

“She made that all up.” Yukimiya confirmed. “I spent almost a year in Bastard München that year. How could anything have happened with her? I need to inform mom so she doesn't engage with her family anymore.”

“You still owe me a wedding night, Ken.” F/N giggled. “Better make up for it.”

Later that day...

Mrs. Yukimiya, after hearing what had happened, charged straight to Teruko's house and laid out what happened in front of her parents, before giving a final warning, “If you can't handle your daughter, don't think my son will spare your face.”

It had been Clan tradition for the children born of the Clan to spend their formative years in the Hakurei Clan Main House.

The Hakurei patriarch, F/N's maternal grandfather, had been a strict disciplinarian; his teachings resulting in F/N and her three elder brothers gaining a 'Be ruthless against anyone who infringe upon my integrity' mentality.

That's why F/N had no intention of acting against Teruko if she laid low; but Teruko just couldn't stop.

One day...

F/N had clocked out from her internship shift at the hospital's Ophthalmology Department and headed off to where Yukimiya was having his photo-shoot that afternoon.

When she arrived at the venue, she walked into the agency employees whispering about her. Upon noticing F/N's sharp gaze, all whisperings were silenced.

So, Teruko did have some nerve to twist things and spread it all over the agency. F/N smirked. Time to put grandfather's lessons to good use. “Mom.” she made a call to her mother, the CEO of the Hakurei Conglomerate. “I require the services of the Conglomerate legal panel.”

“Oh dear, who's the poor sap who riled my dearest daughter off?” F/N's mother chuckled. “I'll send Masaru and his team in.”

Just then, Gina, the agency's receptionist, was talking to Teruko. “Teruko, don't worry, everyone knows you're Yukimiya's true love. She's just a stand in. I won't let her have it easy. Isn't that the mistress wrecking another's relationship?” she sneered, noticing F/N. “If I were you, F/N, I'd be too embarrassed to show up at the agency. The whole agency knows what you've done.”

“Don't speak nonsense if you don't know the truth or I'll sue you for slander.” F/N threatened, her eyes thundering.

“Slander?” Gina was unafraid. “You think your little schemes aren't obvious? Have we reached a point where mistresses are this bold? Once Teruko and Yukimiya get back together, I wonder what you'll have left? Someone with no name like you doesn't deserve Yukimiya.”

F/N was about to raise her hand to slap Gina when a heavy hand stopped her.

“Young missus, there is no need for you to land a hand on someone as insignificant as her.” one of Masaru's younger lawyers commented.

“Miss Gina, this is my name-card.” Masaru handed Gina a embossed name-card.

“L/N Masaru, legal consul...” Gina read. “Of the... Hakurei Conglomerate...?” she exclaimed in horror. “You are...”

“This distinguished young lady before you is the young missus of the Hakurei Clan and the only daughter of the CEO of the Hakurei Conglomerate.” Masaru introduced F/N. “Young missus, I do believe you requested our services.”

F/N's eyes turned cold, “I want Teruko and everyone in the agency who spread rumours about me and Kenyu to face the full legal consequences.”

“Masaru-dono.” Yukimiya approached the middle-aged lawyer.

“Yukimiya-kun,” Masaru returned. “Remember what I talked to you about; this... situation could've been avoided if you had publicly announced your marriage to the young missus.”

Afterwards...

Yukimiya and F/N decided to openly announce their marriage; Yukimiya even boldly had their wedding photos as the agency website's background and shared his love journey online.

After marriage, Yukimiya and F/N moved out of their respective family homes.

Whenever he has the day off, Yukimiya would dive into the kitchen, testing out recipes he found online and F/N would occasionally help with the prep work.

Shortly afterwards...

Yukimiya's and F/N's anniversary fell on a Saturday that year and the couple decided to cook a spin-off of their usual handmade ravioli dish for dinner; the usual mushrooms were switched with clams, mussels and shrimp.

They had set their phones on silent, only picking them up around noon on Sunday and there already over 99 plus messages; all of them were from concerned friends.

Noticing the three red exclamation marks her best friend put in her message title, F/N opened the message, read it and then opened her Facebook app.

And there it was; an anonymous Facebook account had spilled some tea, declaring that Yukimiya's wife was actually his mistress, that his first love gave her blessing but was humiliated and almost committed suicide that night and falling into depression.

F/N exchanged a look with her husband as they watched the video that depicted the story of a mistress intruding on a wealthy love affair. The video itself had been edited to appear as if Teruko got rudely interrupted by the groom while giving her blessing and then demanded hush money, followed by a scene of Teruko being rushed to the hospital.

The so-called insiders also claimed Teruko and Yukimiya were close before college after Teruko went abroad. They even accused F/N of swooping in and getting pregnant to Yukimiya.

“No more reading.” Yukimiya took F/N's phone with a dark look. “Let me and Uncle Masaru handle this.”

Before, Teruko's antics were overlooked out of respect for the elders but this time F/N's online abuse crossed a line for the ever pacifist Yukimiya.

“I trust you.” F/N handled Yukimiya his prescription spectacles. “Don't get mad over this.”

After talking with Mrs. Yukimiya, they explained everything.

After discussions with Masaru and his legal team, it was decided not to rush into deleting the posts; to let it grow more chaotic first. Then, when Teruko thinks she succeeded, Masaru's legal team will knock her down completely, leaving her with no chance to recover.

“The video was cleverly edited.” Masaru noted. “Miss Teruko must have assumed there'd be no media or surveillance on the wedding day, thinking there'd be no proof.”

Just as expected, not long after Yukimiya left to pick up baking supplies, Teruko called F/N, requesting for a meet-up.

F/N shot Yukimiya a quick text about it and then drove to meet Teruko alone.

At the designated cafe...

Teruko was already waiting as F/N sat down, putting her bag aside.

Teruko began with an apology with a guilty face, “F/N, I'm sorry for all this. I'll clarify you had nothing to do with it. I'll tell everyone it was me bothering Yuki and you didn't bully me.”

“There's just the two of us here.” F/N pointed out, annoyed by Teruko's seemingly pitiful act. “Why pretend? Get to the point. Why am I here ?”

“I'll give you 50 million yen to divorce Yuki.” Teruko laid off her pretence. “I'll come forward to clear the misunderstanding. How's that? I know you're only with Yuki for the money.” without even waiting for F/N to respond, she suddenly dumped coffee all over herself, changing her expression to look pitiful and abused.

Sure enough, Yukimiya appeared at next moment, worried.

He grabbed F/N's hand, looking her up and down, “Did she hurt you?”

With tears glistening, Teruko quickly interjected, “Yuki, she bullied me. She even admitted she married you for money. She doesn't love you.”

After confirming there were no bruises on F/N, Yukimiya turned to her and said, “If my wife bullied you, then you must have done something disgusting. As for her marrying me for money,” he let out a laugh, “She'd be a certified ophthalmologist in four months' time. With her starting salary and the Hakurei Clan's assets, her net worth is much higher than mine.”

Raising a brow at Teruko's pale face, F/N tossed a glass of iced coffee right at her, “Now, this is what bullying looks like.”

With that, Yukimiya and F/N left the cafe.

Thirty minutes later...

Sure enough, the entire conversation was all over the internet; posted anonymously, of course.

And this time, Teruko responded directly to the netizen speculations, “I can endure any grievance for the one I love. But, this is not a reason to hurt or humiliate me and I am grateful to everyone for speaking up for me.”

In retaliation, F/N made her first Facebook post in decades: Hi everyone, I'm F/N, the 'so-called' the home-wrecking mistress. I didn't want to respond initially, but I can't stand by while everyone gets played. I'm sharing some videos. The truth speaks for itself. As for the two million yen Miss Teruko compensated, she used a strange man to pretend to be my husband on our wedding bed. So, it should be fair to pay for the mattress's replacement, right? Some people should stop playing director.

She then uploaded the complete wedding day footage and the full cafe conversation.

Yukimiya's manager also retweeted with a comment: Regarding those spreading rumours, legal action is in progress. We also announce that our agency has terminated Teruko's employment and we have contracted Legal Counsel Masaru to prosecute her.

F/N logged back in and watched as the comments were flipped. So, Teruko staged it all.

At the police station...

Teruko was brought in in handcuffs after F/N and Yukimiya officially sued her for defamation.

However, Teruko still believed Yukimiya loved her and was just influenced by F/N.

Yukimiya rubbed his temples, “I've only ever loved F/N. Teruko, you've just been a childhood friend to me.”

Teruko went even more hysterical, “Then, what am I? The night before I left for abroad, you said you'd wait for me. You said you'd only ever love one person.”

Yukimiya just sighed, “I was in Bastard München that year.” before showing her a video on his phone; turns out, Teruko did meet a man the night before she left, but he just looked like Yukimiya a bit. Unfortunately, Teruko left the next day, and thus, leading to this misunderstanding.

F/N had thought it had all be over after this; so when Mrs. Yukimiya called to ask the couple to return home for dinner, F/N thought nothing of it.

However, as soon as the couple entered, the atmosphere felt off.

Entering the living room, they saw Mrs. Yukimiya sitting sternly on the sofa with Teruko's parents across from her.

“Mom, we're back.” Yukimiya informed. “Oh hi, Uncle and Auntie.”

Teruko's mother ignored him and dropped on her knees in front of F/N, pulling her husband with her. “Hakurei-ojou-sama, please take pity on these poor parents and drop the charges against my daughter.”

“And if I say no?” F/N asked coolly. At Teruko's parents' stunned expressions, she continued, “Tell me, would you have dropped the charges if you were me?”

Furious, Teruko's mother stood up and raised her hand, only to have F/N grabbed the raised wrist to stop the pending slap and toss the older woman to the ground.

“Enough!” Teruko's father took charge. “Go home. Aren't you embarrassed enough?”

When Teruko's verdict came down, she was sentenced to two years for defamation.