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[strwbivy]

I LOVE your suga/kage fic so much!! It makes me so inspired to write!! <33 Anyways, can i request a daichi or maybe osamu fic where reader becomes their manager?? How they would react maybe?? Thank you in advance, hope this fits your standards!! <333

MANAGE MY HEART — DAICHI , OSAMU .ᐟ

synopsis. you unexpectedly become a manager of the roster. you were doing your job great. doing some organizing, and helping the members of the team when they take breaks, but taking his heart wasn't part of the job!

wc. 3.2k words | genre. fluffy | cw/tags. no warnings, no yachi au (sorry!), f!reader, tanaka + noya duo mischief, slow burnish, catching feelings, onigiri lover osamu, food stuff (*´꒳`*)

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you've got mail ✉ ! hey anon i just wanna say tysm and omg i inspired you to write?? ACKK you flatter me sm!! anyways i tried to make a longer fic cause most of my fics are short so yea <33

leftover mail ✉ ! i'm still trying to figure out on how i should format my fics since i'm not sure on how to do so andd i kinda got lazy with osamu's part because i just really had to finish this.

a/n: just a heads up but the readers are in there second-year!

♡—SAWAMURA DAICHI ( 2,040 words , 11,263 chars )

kiyoko being in her third year of high school meaning, she's soon to retire from being a manager. therefore, she needs to find someone that will be able to manage the rowdy behavior of the team.

so then, she began her search for a possible candidate. hinata had give her a list of people who haven't joined any club, if it wasn't for hinata's assistance things would've taken much longer.

and as if the stars were aligned, you were searching for a club to join.

you were approached by a very beautiful girl, asking if you wanted to try out being a manager. and with no hesitance, you accepted the offer and she gave you some important papers and gave the date on when she'll introduce you, before leaving off with thank you.

even though kiyoko had only met you once, she knew you were the perfect one to run as manager. she just hopes that none of the other ehem.. teammates would make you run off.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

the date of kiyoko introducing you has arrived. you sheepishly followed the manager from behind, feeling a tinge amount of nervousness but at the same time you felt excited because you were getting to experience new things.

once you both have finally reached the entrance of the volleyball gym, kiyoko's voice cut through the air, calling out to those who were engrossed with practicing. she came in the building and you followed in suite. and just a few moments after you entered the gym, you were immediately noticed and got a few people came up to you.

kiyoko then announced that you were going to try out as their manager. then of course you introduced yourself.

"hello! i am uh [name] and i will be trying to be a manager here, and i hope that i'll get along with you all!" you exclaimed, trying to hide slight unease in your voice.

a few people then took turns to introducing themselves to you.

you then started to initiate short conversations here and there. you were getting quite comfortable with everyone until you felt lasers burning the back of your head.

the slight unease made you slightly shiver. you slowly turned your head, only for you to see a bald-man and a shorter one with spiky black hair with a streak of blonde, were staring directly at you with piercing eyes.

you were immediately taken aback, you couldn't help but stare back at them with a weirded-out face.

at that moment, daichi was just talking to kiyoko about the 'new' manager. he was mid sentence until the duo's antics caught his eyes. he excused himself to kiyoko and marched over to the two.

he slowly crept up behind them, and pulled them by the collar at the of their shirts. a sigh is then pulled out of him before he spoke in a deep voice.

"you two! stop staring it's rude!" he states with a frowned expression on his face before he picked them up like a mother cat lifts her kittens, with ease but in a subtle harsh manner.

you dumbfoundedly watched the man pick them up and toss them aside. he lets out a disappointed sigh before turning back to you. daichi then approaches you.

"ahh.. i'm sorry about those two, they're always like that."

he apologizes, bowing his head in a gesture of contrition, while simultaneously scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. but of course as the great captain he is, he breaks through the awkwardness.

"so you're [name] right? i'm sawamura, daichi sawamura." he says, reaching out his hand for a handshake as a warm smile came to his face.

you let out a soft laughter before responding. "well it's nice to meet you sawamura!" you cheerfully say, while you took his hand and shook it well. he then declines the polite formalities with a firm shake of his head.

"there's no need for formalities, you can call me daichi." he says, observing your face as his hand parts ways with yours.

you then nod at him. "so daichi it is then!" you cheerily exclaimed, as you plastered on a big radiant smile that almost outshined the sun.

the way his name rolled of your tongue, has left him flustered. a sense of butterflies in his stomach grew, and the pace of his heart became a tinge faster. huh? that's odd. he thinks to himself, contemplating if it was just the large amount of coffee he consumed this morning.

or was it something else? or something new?

his eyes drifted over to you, and he realized he had been staring without meaning to. "daichi? are you okay?" you asked, having your brow raised. "w-what? o-oh! yea." he replies stuttering, finally being pulled out of his thoughts.

daichi pauses for a moment.

" i'm just.. confused. "

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

after almost one long week of getting convinced by a human tangerine, and attending practice matches, or just practice in general. you were finally confident of yourself to step up and be a manager of the team.

everyone felt happy of course, as they were already comfortable with you from the star.

while this was happening, daichi was starting to have a liking for you. but honestly who wouldn't? not only you had all the characteristics and requirements to be the perfect manager, but you yourself were an absolute delight.

you were well-organized, smart, beautiful, and you cared for each of the team's members even if you showed it an aggressive way it showed care. and the way you carried yourself has him getting more fond of you.

daichi and you, became quite close as days went by. every interaction between the two of you was delightful, and for some reason he feels an overwhelming desire to be closer to you. every time you come up to him happily blabbering, a sense of joy overcomes him. he would talk to you, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

he would try to say a joke, but it comes off corny. he brings his hand to lightly smack his face out of embarrassment, thinking you wouldn't laugh but unexpectedly he hears a soft giggle.

the embarrassed captain snaps his head to look at you, and he starts to giggle too. a faded-pink tint grew on his face.

but unbeknownst to the two of you, two certain third-years were observing from the side.

sugawara, almost immediately noticed on how daichi acted. he then nudges asahi, pointing to the giggling pair by forwarding his head.

" look asahi, i'm not the only one who's noticed it right? " the setter asked, having a slight smirk on his lips. " hm? oh them? yea of course who wouldn't? he's clearly acting odd. " asahi says, curiously putting his hand under his fuzzy chin as he closely peered to daichi's flushed expression.

as the day ends, daichi waves goodbye to you while you exit the building. daichi was staying a bit later in the court since he was the one who's gonna close the gym, and it just so happens the other third-years stayed late to wait for him.

after waving goodbye to you he turns around, only to be confronted by asahi and sugawara, who both had a smug expression.

"so you and [name] huh?" sugawara teasingly says, followed by quiet snickers from asahi. daichi retracted himself while he gave them a questioning look.

"what? what do you mean 'you' and '[name]' ?" he responds with tone that was mixed with confusion and suspicion.

sugawara then comes closer and walks around him until he reached where his ear was. he leans in and whispers something in his ear.

"tsk tsk, you're not good at hiding secrets captain." he utters in a low voice, causing for daichi to get startled. suga then goes back to asahi's side, while having an amused smile on his face. "ah.. eh.. daichi, it's kinda obvious." says the hair-bunned man, adding a nervous ha-ha at the end of his sentence, hoping daichi wouldn't get mad at him.

daichi's startled expression, is now replaced with a scowl. he folds his arms as he looks away from the two. sugawara chuckles before he karate chops daichi's stomach.

"c'mon daichi! there's no need to get embarrassed!" he says to daichi who was clutching his stomach from the impact of the attack. a cheery laugh escaped suga's lips as he looks to asahi who looked terrified from his aggression.

and from that day on, a little secret was shared between the trio.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

a few months passed by and karasuno has come out victorious and has successfully qualified for the nationals. and just before the nationals started, you had the idea to give each of the team's members a little gift, a lucky charm keychain!

you then spent a few days making the charms, making sure each keychain was unique as the person. you carefully made each of it beautifully decorated. and as you were finished making with someone's charm you moved on to dachi's. and an idea popped through your head.

recently, daichi has started to give you an itchy feeling, but not in a bad way. but you find yourself getting increasingly drawn to him, his presence stirred a fluttery feeling in your heart, and warmth to your chest.

the itch grew day by day as you spent time with him. the itchy feeling was unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed.

as the sensation became more overwhelming, you became more aware of your growing feelings for him. every time you're near him, the feeling becomes more intense. he then would question you about your nervous state but, you'd just say your just feeling uneasy.

coming back to when you were making daichi's charm, you had decided to add something to it. just to make a lil' more special than the rest.

the day of the trip to tokyo for the nationals then came, and you've decided to give it just right before the bus sets off. one by one, you gave each of them the lucky charm. they all appreciated the gift and felt more motivated than ever.

once you have given all of them your present, there was one more you haven't given.

you made a bee-line to where daichi was. your land lightly tapped his shoulder, causing for him to turn around. "oh [name]! is everyone ready to go?" he asks, having a slight excitement when mentioning your name.

"yup! so uh, i just wanted to give everyone something and here's yours." you then presented the cute orange and black colored charm on your small palms. daichi utters a gasp of surprise as his eyes sets on the gift.

"oh wow! you really made one for the whole team?" he enthusiastically speaks while he takes it from your palm. just as he was about to say his thanks, the voice of coach ukai interrupts him. you both then chuckle and head to bus.

small giggles were heard from sugawara as he sees the specific pair, but he was silence, with one look on daichi's expression.

daichi then sits down beside sugawara, the bus then started. he then looks down on his palm that held the lucky charm, his eyes observes each of the beads and he notices something. a small heart charm was in between on some beads, he then feels sense of shock.

he then asks for suga's charm, and he checks it. no heart charm. afther then he checks asahi's who was just infront of him, no heart charm. he then tries to take a peek with the others charm, and once again, there's no sight of the charm that he has.

a warm feeling arises on his face, and his heart thumped a bit faster. sugawara who was confused, on why daichi was quite literally 'inspecting' the other's charms notices daichi's face and that his gaze was fixated on his charm and he sees it.

a small smirk comes to his lips. "hmm someone's feeling quite special." he mumbles to the captain, his tone being an amused one.

his cheeks had a tint of pink, and a smile that reached to his ears.

daichi then lets out a low chuckle before speaking.

"yea, i guess i am a bit special."

♡—MIYA OSAMU ( 1,243 words , 6851 chars )

when you became inarizaki's new manager, osamu never really noticed you.

your presence was almost a blur to him, but it all became a clarity like going from a blurry image to sharp clear image, when you had brought those delicious homemade onigiris as a thank you gift for welcoming you to the team.

as soon his eyes set on the plate you held, he lost his self-control and hungrily grabbed an onigiri instinctively. the unexpected gesture took you by surprise as you looked at him dazed.

osamu single-mindedly, he licks his lips his lips in anticipation, while his mouth watered at the sight. slowly but surely, he takes a munch out of it. and oh my god, was he not astonished by the taste. another bite followed by another, his eyes waters at how savory it is!

with every chew and chomp he takes, his heart throbs with delight.

he savors each bite he takes, and after a few chomps, he finishes eating. he lets out a huff of satisfaction before turning to you who had a shocked face.

"these are amazing,"

"did ya' makes them yourself?" he asks in an unconcerned tone, as if he didn't just ravish the onigiri in just a minute.

even though you were just in a state of shock, you immediately beam up at his compliment, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. you nodded, saying,

"ahh yea I did! i'm glad you enjoyed them." you answered as some chimed in their agreement, compliment and praising the delectability of the homemade snacks.

the others then continued to enjoy the onigiris, as osamu inhales the aroma coming from the others' snacks. as he relished under the addictive smell, he pondered about on what ways you made the delectable onigiris.

he pulls himself from reality as he thoughts of a question, but to his surprise, you beat him to it.

"do you enjoy cooking, osamu? that's your name right?" you asked curiously, and osamu nodded, having a slight smile to his face as he replied,

"i do actually, i've always got a' passion for food and cooking, er.. mostly food. i also love creating new dishes and experimenting with different flavors and textures. do you do too?" he admits and expresses his passion for food as he asked you a question back.

"yes! absolutely!" you nodded your head enthusiastically as your eyes sparkled with interest when you finally found someone whose interest is also cooking.

the both of you then have a conversation about foods, cookery, and stuff that are related to those topics. he replies with a thrilled voice whenever you would ask him a question, and vice versa.

as you and osamu animatedly talk about cooking, a couple of the other theme members chimed in their own experiences observations, sharing a few embarrassing stories here and there.

"here i have one, 'tsumu 'burnt' cup noodles, i donno what came to his mind that he thought he had ter' fry it." he lets out a bried chuckle, while his twin immediately retorts back having a nasty glare as the rest of the team shared a loud laughter, poking fun at the embarrassed atsumu while they were at it.

osamu's chuckle faded into a smile, he then turned to look at you. an unfamiliar giddy feeling suddenly reached to his chest, he scrunches his eyes at the feeling, he tries to ignore it, but the more he glanced at you, the more the feeling lasted.

"huh."

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

because of the you and his shared interest, you both engaged in conversations. the both of you shared ideas about cooking and giving recipes to each other occasionally.

during one of your conversations, an idea sparked up in your mind.

"oohh osamu! i should bring some of my homemade foods maybe for a week? you could be my little taste tester, hehehe." you spoke excitedly, while osamu, without hesitation, fully agreed to the idea.

"sure, i do want to taste those delicious onigiris again." a drool trickled down his chin as he envisioned the well-missed food. you laughed at the salivating man, gosh, he couldn't just wait to have a snack of those onigiris once again!

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

in the first day, you gave him five of those onigiris he dearly craved for. and he gobbled them all up, carefully savoring each snack. seeing him truly enjoy them made you want to push your efforts to making more.

and so, in the second day, you made yakitori, grilled chicken skewers that were marinated in a variety of seasonings. and without any doubt, he eats the skewers with teary eyes from how good they tasted.

he's so gosh damn in love with you your cooking, the way he would outright do anything for you it.

for the next two days, you had cooked him mouthwatering foods like, mentaiko—spicy cod roe and okonomiyaki—a japanese savory pancake. the flavoring of each dish has him growing more fond and fond of you. his taste buds savored the flavoring, and your cooking always fails to not make his day.

and for the last day, it being the very last day of him being as your taste tester, you decided to make it a little extra special.

ʚ 🍓 ɞ

the bell loudly rings, finally! he'll finally get to eat some of your delectable homemades. he knows today will be the last day, he's quite upset, but he also feels glad that he got to eat so much of your delicious cooking for a week!

he exits out of the classroom, making a beeline to the canteen while he pondered and wondered what you had made him today. when he reaches the canteen, he spots you sitting on your and his usual spot.

a light smile appears on his features, as he skips through the busy crowds of students.

"[name]! whatcha' made this time?" he asks excitedly while he sits in front of you. his face visibly looks excited, awaiting to find out what you made him, making you chuckle before speaking,

"okay so, since it's the last day of you being my taste tester and stuff, i decided to make a..." you paused your sentence, reaching for something beside you.

you proudly set a bento box on the table. "bento box!" you happily said, as you awaited for his reaction.

osamu stared at the bento box with widened eyes before slowly taking it and took a short glance to you as he opened it.

a surprised gasp falls from his mouth when he completely takes off the box's lid, revealing a variety of homemade food. "aahh yes! thank yer' so much!" he says as he straight away digs into the food. you almost feel worried for him when he chokes on something when he takes a spoonful bite.

with each bite, he feels a sense of delight. his taste buds danced the marvelous taste. he then pulls up his head and looks to you with begging eyes.

"g-god, this is so good! please [name] let me be your taste tester for longer!" he exclaims, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he honestly didn't care at this moment.

your face heated at his comment, you can't tell if it's from embarrassment or something about the way he pleaded.

but nonetheless, you hesitantly nodded your head shyly. the man then happily smiles, gulping the food he chewed before speaking.

"i wanna be yer' taste tester forever."

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[sluggzillaa]

Orbitron

Word Count: 2.5k

✧ Pairing: Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

✧ Summary: After going through a huge breakup with your ex, you decided to try dating again. what didn't expect was for it to bring back your old flame

✧ Warnings and tags: pet/nicknames(Sweetheart) ,some needed fluff, exs to lovers, cursing, angst, joost is kind of an asshole

✧ Authors note: my requests are open so please request something so I have an excuse to post more. ps, MINORS SHOO!

“I’ll never leave you, Schat”

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You can’t remember how long it has been since you came to terms with the fact that you’re now single. It wasn’t like you were in denial, you were just genuinely unsure. You were completely in the dark about everything. One day you’re exchanging I love yous and the next your texts are green. Now you spent your time trying to navigate single life, especially since you felt like you’ve been in a relationship for so long.

You downloaded a couple dating apps. Finding it difficult to not cringe or get nostalgic whenever you see a pale man with slightly long blonde hair. You’d be surprised how many people look like your ex.

Finally you landed on someone who was the complete opposite of your ex. He had dark skin, dark curly hair, and definitely not as tall as him. Hopefully, this would be exactly what you needed to get over the rapper. You hopped out of the shower and rushed to get ready as you were running behind schedule. It's been a while since you’ve been on an actual date so you were pretty rusty. Once your hair was done, you ran into your room and scavenged through piles of clothes to find a decent outfit. You found a decently casual black midi dress. You genuinely didn’t care much to impress your date, you just wanted to be able to say you did it. You slipped on the dress and rushed to the bathroom to put on the minimum amount of makeup you felt comfortable going out in. Once you felt ready, you called for your cab and let your date know you were on your way.

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You walked up to the front of the restaurant and looked around the crowd for your date. You spotted him and walked over to your table. He stood up as soon as he noticed you, a huge smile on his face.

“Apson, right?” You greeted

“Yeaa”

He pulled you into a welcoming hug. He pulled away and pulled out your chair for you as well as taking your bag. You thanked him and pulled the chair in. He rounded the table and sat down. You two quickly scanned the menu to decide what you would eat. Once that was done, you two quickly got to small talk.

“So are you from the netherlands? Your dutch is very good” He questioned

“Technically no, I was born and raised for a bit in America but my parents moved me here in high school”

“I see.. So how was-”

He was quickly cut off by his phone ringing off the hook. He had a privacy screen on his phone so you couldn’t see who it was. He apologized and walked off to take the call. You huffed and took a moment to look around. You locked eyes with the waiter who was coming your way. He asked if you were ready to order but asked for a few extra minutes. Apson soon came back, but did not sit back down. You gave him a concerned look.

“Hey i’m sorry, an emergency came up and i really have to go”

“Oh okay, I guess we can reschedule”

“Yea maybe”

He wasted no time and quickly rushed out of the restaurant. You looked down at the table and wondered if you had done something wrong or if you were just overthinking. You grabbed your stuff and headed out of the restaurant.

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Once you got home, you quickly slipped out of your dress and into some pajamas. You washed all your makeup off your face. You were drying your face and heard a buzz from your phone. You put the towel down and picked up your phone to read the notification.

joostklein liked your story

You threw your phone into the sink and leaned back against your bathroom wall. You stared at your phone like it was a huge scary bug. You gained the courage to grab your phone and look back at the notification, ensuring it was real. Your eyes widened the more you looked at it.

“Holy shit!”

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You spent all day staring at your phone, waiting for his next move. You questioned how he even found you considering you changed all your usernames since he left. Since it was right there, you took a peek at his page. He had changed his hair. It was no longer just a dirty blonde mess of grown out hair, it was now a platinum blonde mullet. He had no longer lived in hoodies. He had switched from his need for comfort to a need for style. The biggest change to you was that he had finally grown facial hair. He still had those gorgeous kind eyes that always drew you in. You scrolled further and found his concert clips, realizing he had actually obtained his dream. You had done one final scroll and that's where you had found the picture that had changed it all.

A photo of Joost in a blue suit with spiked shoulder pads and Apson in a blue bird suit

You were absolutely fuming. He was now going out of his way to fuck with your ability to move on despite being the one who left. You were tired of constantly invading every part of your life, even when he wasn’t actually there. You needed to take matters into your own hands. You clicked the message button on his profile and got to typing like a maniac.

fa3d0ll: Who the fuck do you think you are? You ruin my fucking date meanwhile you were the one who walked out on me. You thought a record deal was more important than your girlfriend. You chose to leave and now you think you have the privilege to invade my privacy and control my life. You walked out my life so please stay the fuck out of my life completely. I’m done with you

You huffed and put your phone down on the bed next to you. You closed your eyes, not expecting to get a response anytime soon. You were wrong. Your phone buzzed immediately. You darted your head up and checked your phone.

joostklein: Do you still live in the same apartment?

fa3d0ll: What?

Read 2:13 pm

You turned your head into your pillow and let out a muffled scream. At Least you know, he didn’t change or he arguably got worse.

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You dozed off after your conversation; if you could even call it a conversation, with Joost. The amount of frustration this man had filled you with made you extremely exhausted. He had taken a toll on your body and mind. You were deep into your dreams until you were woken up by the loud buzz of your doorbell. You groaned and got up from the couch and shuffled to the intercom.

“Who is it?” You questioned

“Open up” A familiar muffled husky voice came from the other side

Whatever sleepiness you still had in your system from your nap had immediately slipped away. Your stomach turned and your blood turned cold. Without a second thought, you let him in. You stood in front of your door waiting to hear his heavy footsteps draw near. You slowly opened your apartment door, revealing the tall blonde man. You couldn’t read his expression, he looked pissed yet slightly amused. Once he stood on the last step; you fully opened the door, practically welcoming him into your home. He walked past you and took a look around. 

“Looks nothing like the last time I was here”

“I needed a change of scenery”

He let out a scoff before heading into your kitchen. He looked through a few cabinets before finding where you kept your mugs. He looked around and frowned when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. He turned back around to you and gave you those sad puppy eyes that made you melt.

“Even got rid of my favorite mug”

“I did put all your stuff in boxes for you to pick up ..but obviously you didn’t care enough to come get them” You spat back

He nodded and turned back around to the cabinet. He grabbed a random mug and placed it in the cup holder of your coffee maker. He grabbed a k cup and placed it into the machine. You watched his every move as he navigated through your kitchen like he owned it. He stood there with his back to you as he watched the coffee pour into the mug. Once it was all poured out, he grabbed the mug and turnt back to you. He took a sip and eyed you over the lip of the mug. You rolled your eyes at him.

“So why are you here?”

He took his time and slowly lowered the mug from his face. He let the dark liquid dance on his tongue before swallowing it. He gently places the mug down and looks back at you.

“I heard you were dating again”

You took not even half the amount of time it took him to respond back

“Yea no shit sherlock”

“And of all people, you picked my best friend.. Ouch”

“Do you think I knew that when I started speaking to him?”

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t”

“I didn’t! If I knew I would have stayed far away from him”

He clutched his chest and pretended to be hurt

“Wow that one stung”

“Fuck off!”

“As much as I would love to.. I am more interested in catching up”

He picked up the mug once more and walked slowly towards the couch, not once taking his eyes off you. You followed after him. He plopped down into the middle cushion and you sat beside the armrest. He placed the mug onto the coffee table in front of him. His eyes scanned over your body, a smirk painting over  his lips once he met your eyes.

“You look good”

‘Thanks..”

He inched slightly closer, enough for you to almost not notice.

“So besides Apson.. Who have been the lucky guys?”

You stayed silent

“Come on! I might be your ex but I gotta know”

“There are none..” You whispered

“What was that?” He pushed

“There are none” You said louder but still hushed

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that”

“There was none! I haven’t seen anyone since you left!”

His cocky demeanor dropped, noticing just how much it hurt you to admit it. His smirk wa gonna and he somehow didn’t have a quick and snarky rebuttal. He cleared his throat and threw the persona back on.

“No wonder you chose Apson, you were desperate!”

That was your last straw. You stood from the couch and crossed your arms over your chest. You focused on a random corner in the room to try and avoid crying.

“Get out..”

“What?”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment!”

“Wait wait!.. Shit i’m sorry I shouldn't have said that.. Sit down please”

HIs voice was hushed and not even a drop of smugness was in sight. You sighed before obliging. Once sat on the couch you looked up at him. You nodded at him to continue speaking.

“Have you missed me at all?”

“No”

“Don’t lie”

He always knew exactly how to read you, no matter how much you didn’t want to admit it. He inched closer. You refused to look at him, hating how vulnerable this felt.

“I did at the beginning.. But I had to move on” You finally looked up at him with a new found sense of (fake) confidence. He gave you a disappointed look and a small nod. He looked away from you, letting his eyes wander around once more. The silence in the room was deafening. He turned back to you and opened his mouth like he was about to speak, but you beat him to the chase.

“What have you been doing since?”

“Working on my music.. I’ve been doing a couple festivals-”

“No girls?” You cut him off

He quickly shut his mouth. He looked down in his lap with a guilty look on his face. You scoffed and hugged your knees. He looked back up at you, the guilt completely taking over his body language.

“It's funny how you’re so quick to judge me for being single when you can’t settle”

He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily, then looked up at you with a look of desperation. He leaned closer to you and placed a hand on your knee. You slightly pulled back.

“Shit that's not what.. Look.. What I meant was-”

“I have a sad love life.. No, I get your message loud and clear!”

“No not at all.. Fuck!”

He took a moment to collect himself before finally continuing his sentence

“I'm such a hypocrite for saying that.. I haven’t even looked at another girl since everything. Fuck, you got a one up on me for going on a date”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in the way he sighed heavily. His eyes darted to the ground, avoiding your gaze, clearly torn. He looked back at your; His expression was a mix of regret and guilt. She crossed your arms, your posture stiffening as she watched him. your eyes narrowed, catching every subtle shift in his demeanor. your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, in disbelief of his words.

“You’re such a fucking liar”

“You really think I'm lying?” He stood up off the couch

She stood up as well

“Yea I do, there is no way that you; The one who walked out on me and was the ultimate bachelor before we got together, didn’t mess around  with a single person”

“Well there is a way!”

“There is no reason that would be true!”

“Well there is!”

“I’d love to hear it!”

“It's because I'm still in love with you!”

She froze, the response she had ready dying on your lips. your eyes widened, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but she couldn’t find any. your breath hitched as she tried to process his words, your heart pounding in your chest. your hands, which had been clenched into fists, slowly relaxed, hanging limply by your sides. She took a step back then back in front of him.

She held eye contact with him, your breath catching as the tension between them grew so thick it was almost hard to breathe. Slowly, she moved closer, your pulse racing as the distance between them disappeared. His eyes flicked down to your lips, and without thinking, he moved the rest of the way, brushing your lips softly against his. The initial contact was hesitant, almost testy. He finally deepened the kiss, pulling you in with his hand on the small of your back. Your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping him as if she was afraid he’d leave again. The bickering from before and heavy feelings had left. He pulled away and placed his hands on the sides of your face. He admired every inch of your face like it’d be the last time he’d get to look at it.

“I’ve missed you, Schat”

[awkward-tension-art]

Uh oh Leon is sick

Tags: sickness, flu, RE2 Leon, RE4 Leon, reader insert, accidental overdose of cough medicine, gender neutral but if I mess up lmk

Sfw but minors leave

RE2

When RE2 Leon is sick, he hates it but takes full actual advantage.

He full on pretends to be a little bitch baby when he’s sick.

He’s the living example of the ‘🥺’ emoji.

Just ‘babe, I don’t feel good. Can you hold me please? 🥺’

‘I forgot my tea in the kitchen can you get it for me? 🥺’

‘Can I have a kiss? I think it’ll help me feel better…🥺’

Kinda annoying to be honest but he’s cute so it’s fine.

He’s pretty much immune to the more serious stuff like covid or strep. You have no idea how.

When he does get sick, it’s usually the minor yearly stuff like the flu or cold.

He sleeps through a majority of it. Just takes his medicine and conks the fuck out.

He actually bounces back quick. Bad cold? He’s out for a day but ready to go by tomorrow. Fever? Yea he’s in bed for a good 24 hours but he’s up and at work by the next day.

However, if you get sick after him, he feels SO BAD.

He will cuddle you because of the guilt. He did this to you, so he’s gonna make it better.

Has puppy eyes like ‘babe, I’m sorry 🥺’

RE4

Sickness? Never heard of her.

Leon Will absolutely pretend he’s fine even if he’s coughing up blood or on the verge of passing out.

Denies it if his fever is 100 or above.

He absolutely feels like shit but refuses to do anything about it.

He pushes on, and pretends he’s fine.

However, if he feels terrible enough he’s gonna take random amounts of cough medicine and ibuprofen.

Which is enough to cause him to black out.

You walk in on him on the floor, when you wake him up he’ll say some stupid shit like, ‘just testing gravity. It works.’

Drag his ass to bed and he’ll try and get up again. He’s like a cat that you try to put in a box.

The only time he actually accepts when he’s sick is if it’s bad enough to put him in the damn hospital.

Even then he’s gotta be coughing up blood and bone for him to even be open to the idea.

It’s not coming from a place of self neglect. He’s just been through a TON of shit and if he could get through that, he can get through anything else.

But let’s say you managed to get him in bed, and get him to rest. he’s going to try and sleep through it. Again, takes too much medicine and accidentally causes his own comatose.

If you wake him up, he will be incoherent and groggy. Maybe a little high.

he’s incredibly grateful when you make him tea, or bring him soup.

If you lay down next to him, he’s gonna legit snuggle into one.

It’s a rare sight, RE4 Leon letting you hold him. He tucks his arms up and smushes his face into your chest.

He’s cute. Like a little sick miserable puppy. He snores like a mother fucker when he’s sick though.

[bentosandbox]

Ambience Synesthesia tutorial blog

rambled this out because I didn't have inflight wifi otw home and the turbulence was too crazy to draw

Buying the ticket

erm so they only dropped the tickets like slightly less than a month before lol kinda insane

The concert tickets were sold on Damai so you need a CN number or know/pay someone with one who'd buy it for you which is what I did by recommendation (A tier 1280 + 400 'service fee' [apparently it would have been cheaper if they only helped you half way or something but i wasnt gonna risk running into a payment hiccup so]) Iirc they sold it in two batches but I don't remember the ratio split between first and second wave…

I got a ticket for 5/5's afternoon show (so the second last performance), I DID meet an oomf who said they managed to snag a ticket for themselves on their own (without a Professional Ticket Snatcher) so its not too impossible to attain on your own I think??? (I didn't get a CN number until like 2 days before I flew back home soo)

Professional Ticket what?? Uhhh apparently there's a whole industry/scene for this you look for listings on xianyu/taobao etc for people to buy on your behalf, you have to give them your real name and identification number (so for foreigners it'd be your passport number) for verification purposes during entry so yknow yea

getting there

You could cab directly to the venue but my friend signed us up for the free shuttle bus (they had freebies last year but not this time) and before we boarded they gave us like free water and bread (apparently free raincoats too on rainy days) which was nice of them but also insane because. the venue doesn't allow you to bring food/drinks in so a lot of people were leaving A LOT of unopened bottles near the gate and I saw a venue staff just throwing them all into the bin (HOPEFULLY JUST TO CARRY THEM AWAY IN ONE GO AND NOT FOR STRAIGHT DISPOSAL….) They drop you off near the venue but you don't go in directly, there's a 'Doctor break room' where most people are seated waiting to be ushered in batches into the venue, but also a lot of people standing around on one side of the room swapping/offering merch

merch swap

ive been told this is a very concert culture thing but i feel like its kind of different because a lot of these are so high quality ike…you could sell them at Artist Alleys but here they are just distributing for free if you have a E2 60 blorbo lmao or whatever (there seems to be a tiny…? minority that prints official art but most of them seem to be handdrawn/made)

i was too unprepared for this lol i did exchange some of my old stickers (missed out on a collapsal plastic fan bc my brain lagged when the guy asked me and i went to my auto 'sorry i dont have any merch' response' :( regretted this bc the room got a little hot from the amount of people in there and i was wearing like 3 layers with that fan on my mind)

from people watching a lot of trades are arranged beforehand on weibo/other sites unless you're willing to yell WHO WANTS TO TRADEEE/anyone wants freebies (a lot of people were also wearing 'Feel Free to Swap Merch/Ask for Freebies' tags) which i was definitely not brave enough to do lol… met up with an oomf i got to know from last dec when i attended an arknights only and they gave me some birbs and charms (bottom of post), there was someone who got a free LGD zine and charm from me bc i posted on wb that id give a free copy to anyone with a Mod 3 swire/swummer LMFAO

I had 2 more people to meet but, uhhh so I bought an esim for mobile data and it would intermittently lose signal here and there which was a little annoying when getting coffee but it just died entirely when i reached the venue and it was kind of Dire because i was waiting for one more friend who was coming over from the fes and i couldn't contact them lmao. told the friend i came with to go in first because I thought if my food got confiscated at least my oomf could see it beforehand LOL

waited outside in a light drizzle for an hour trying to trouble shoot my data to no avail and ended up borrowing a staff's wifi hotspot to get my entry qr code (I actually bought a second data roaming plan on my local sim but i quite stupidly did not check the country coverage and only learned later that night that 'Asia' doesn't cover China kuxiao) she was so nice i was (bow emoji) so sorry to trouble you im a stupid gaijin and she was like no its ok enjoy shanghai!! pien

spent a good 30min next to this board praying for data to no avail

the show

erm anyway because of that clownery above i more or less missed the first piece (the one w the goated hoho) but at least i wasnt the guy next to me who went for a bathroom break right before starset came up

The live singing this year was definitely an improvement I think… I can't really remember the setlist off the top of my head but I'm sure someone else has already listed it out, there were a couple of new pieces that weren't related to the concert groups like a Babel/Kazdel?? one sung in Latin, a Victoria…? one (in victorian ofc) also an Amiya (? just remembering by the visuals they used lol) one in Japanese

ohh yeah so almost every track would start with like a faction logo transitioning in from 3d to 2d which was cool but also amusing because it was honestly bringing quite the 'I will Make Your Company Logo Into 3D Fiverr' vibes

Since I missed the first piece idk if any of The Dreamer(s) got 3D models but The Pilgrim(s why are they all singular) had Kaltsit playing on that piano (there was also a replica of that piano on stage the white one complete with 'Arknights' text on it lmao) and Siege being cool running around in 3D (and ofc Eureka during her denpa number) it was very cool but man... its a pity the other characters in the group just get their live2d png during the beginning and effectively get sidelined lool compared to say Phenomenal Agents idk if i like this tradeoff but that eureka bit was so good sheesh #NOVAFIVE⭐ULTRALIVESWEEP

The other stuff was really great too looking at you Lone Trail medley…!!!!! I might be wrong but I... assume... you're encouraged to karaoke bc they always show the lyrics on screen… I couldn't even hear myself anyway but it was very fun singing songs you can't get on joysound/etc with a whole crowd going at it too (even if most of them would only sing 1-2 lines of the chorus)

Mary Clare did Radiant (they had the lyrics scrolling on the sides very cool) and iirc the Throne group's song...? Radiant was so fun live

Starset did Monster > Telescope and when the latter ended they were like Bye! and we(?) started yelling ENCORE--awkwardly because idk how they do it here (I was half expecting it to be JP style 'an-call-roo' but a bunch of us just yelled en-core en-core here and there until they returned to perform Infected) speaking of yelling.. between every piece when they had to switch sets people would just yell memes or skill names (like Dage's) to pass the time or sth i barely caught half of whatever they were memeing about

did i forget to mention anything else uhhh originium rock turntable for Guide Ahead's boss theme/Dossoles Lobby and they had IS4 medley live throat singing very cool also the dancers they got for silbenherze's boss theme good stuff...

iirc after starset was like a behind the scenes video of how HG prepared for AS and a recorded lowlight video saying some stuff that i forgot LOL just some thank you message basically. 9.5/10 bc no missy/shu EP live

i just realised i forgot to display all the merch from the A tier ticket but w/e. light stick photo ft. merch swaps/gifts from friends and strangers 🥹 (the iffy lenticular card was literally dropped into my bag by an iffy coser (wearing the LT outfit..?!) while waiting for the cab LMAO)

[fr-wiwiw]

15 questions, 15 people

I was tagged by @lienwyn! it's been ages but i have time to do this one now! Thank you for the tag dear ✨

1. Are you named after anyone?

I'm not. My mom's eldest brother gave me my name collaboratively with my parents. It was supposed to be something different like great figure from my country but it felt like a huge responsibility, so they changed it thank God for that lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

Just today. I wouldn't say full on crying, just a minute or less type of crying when you feel overwhelmed by something or when your brain decides to rewind a certain event in your head.

3. Do you have kids?

No but I have a baby turtle that I love <3

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sometimes yea when I'm having certain conversations with my group of friends or when we're playing online games and if there's a current event (ex: politic figure doing something foolish), it will jump out if i'm flabbergasted once or twice.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm.. depends. But my eyes would scan them up and down- and I realized that can come off as eyeing them like i'm some kind of arrogant person. I'm sorry to these people, I never meant to come off like that. But i like observing creatures and I draw too, so I tend to see them as a whole or if they behave and talk in certain ways and tone. I just notice things

6. What's your eye colour?

Dark brown almost black if there's no lighting. Typical asian eye color

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Happy ending. I cannot watch scary movies bcs of my strong visualization and imagination. I can visualize almost anything from my memory and imagine them do anything next to me right here right now. It's... uncomfortable especially when my brain decides to scare me when I see dark places. it's the downside of being an artist

8. Any special talents?

So far.. I'm good at art related things. I want to try my hands on sculpting, painting in canvas, diorama, play more music instruments as a hobby and many more. But I don't have the time and money, hopefully in the future. I just love being involved in my curiosity and see what I can make out of it xD

I'm also good at reading people and situations. I'm a big empath too which comes in handy when I imagine or write. Or connect to people. I'm people's go to listener usually hahah but I create some more boundaries for this. It drains me because I feel deeply.

9. Where were you born?

Indonesia.

10. What are your hobbies?

Uh.. drawing, reading, playing video games, writing, listening to music, sing, eat out and take walks in mall or just strolling through shop marts.

11. Do you have pets?

Yes. I once had 2 red eared slider turtles for 11 years. Then 2 mini pomeranian, and another baby read eared slider turtle which sadly didn't make it for only a month. But my friend gave me another baby turtle, she's always ravenous and lively ^^ so cute.

12. What sports do you/have you played?

Oh man.. I played a lotta sports I even got a tan back then lol. Futsal (indoor soccer), soccer, kasti (kinda like softball / baseball), swimming, running, basketball, badminton. Would love to try snowboarding tho ngl it looks fun but I heard it's damn expensive. And horse riding. The only sport I play now is playing console games😂 would love to be active at sports again in the future

13. How tall are you?

156cm (5'11)

14. Favourite subject in high school?

English and art (but depends on the teacher)

15. Dream job?

Right now? A freelance or full time artist with stable income or good amount of followers to pay off my day to day living without a worry. I am a freelance artist, just not financially stable yet. Hope I can get there

I'm so late to this particular tag game so I apologize if any of you have been tagged before. @gaylilsherlock @uhhhhmanda @gayautisticraccoon @briwates @technitango @kdramastrix

[icedmetaltea]

Sorry I saw that post earlier and wanted to respond when I got home but I guess you deleted it- just wanted to see how you were doing :( Seems like you've been having highs and lows lately. I wish you the best - 🐌

Aww ty anon (snail anon? Snanon) I've been going through a lot irl if it wasn't apparent from my frequent vent posts. I'll have ideas and feel good and confident about them and then one little thing will happen and like... it all slips away and I hate myself and everything I make again.

I just started therapy two weeks ago and I know it's gonna be a long time before I can take care of myself and live independently, let alone have like, a stable confidence in myself and what I make.

Like yesterday I finally had one pretty good, low-anxiety day and then today the strangle-y feeling is back in my throat and no amount of air feels like enough. I hate it and wouldn't wish this upon anyone. I know it bleeds out into my blog and ya'll don't want to see depressing stuff but it is what it is, I can only tag stuff as irl stuff and vent and hope ppl will blacklist it if it bothers them

But yea ramble aside, ty very much snanon ❤️

[jananakookie]

Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 2

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slut shaming, bullying, angst, oc is lonely and Jimin is a cocky little bastard

💬 Word count: 6.2k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N: Just quickly wanted to thank you all for the feedback on chapter one, you really don't know how much that means to me! So here's chapter two, please leave a comment if you like ♥︎

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Chapter 2: A potion for disaster.

Park Jimin being inside your small apartment, comes close to meeting a Hollywood star or a high fashion model in the greasy little McDonald’s, placed next to your local train station - It just simply doesn’t match.

He looks so out of place here, and you cannot help but be ashamed of everything you own and are when you see how awkward he looks sitting on your old sofa, under which you sneakily shoved a pile of dirty laundry a couple minutes ago when he wasn’t looking. 

He hasn't told you why he's here yet. Ever since your awkward greeting at the door when you told him he probably had the wrong address, he's been oddly quiet. He only shook his head and assured you that it was indeed you who he wanted to see. 

So here you are now, sitting next to each other, an untouched glass of water standing in front of each of you. 

You clear your throat again for the hundredth time ever since he arrived, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants as you wait for him to finally say something, although he seems too occupied with scanning your apartment.

“Nice place you got here,” his voice suddenly rings out, sounding much quieter than you would have expected. 

As far as you know, he's usually someone who stands out as soon as he enters a room. 

Loud, confident, prominent, and handsome. That's how people describe Park Jimin.

Now, however, he seems different. Don’t misunderstand; he still radiates a certain amount of confidence (if not arrogance), and he still seems to spend more money on his appearance than your entire closet is worth, but there’s something else now. There' a certain indifference in his demeanor that you never noticed before.

You wonder if he has always been like this or if getting screwed over by his best friend and girlfriend actually did throw him off track. 

“Thank you.”

He lied of course. Someone like Park Jimin does not think of your apartment as a “nice place” for sure. Not even you would call it that, but what's the point of debunking his obvious lie in the spirit of civility, huh?

“It’s small, but it’s better than living in the dorms, I guess. At least for me.”

Jimin only nods, offering you a smile that looks somewhat friendly but also a little forced. 

“Uhm, so… I came here for a reason,” he finally starts, as he looks at you insistently.

“Well, yea. I figured,” you chuckle awkwardly, nervous for what’s about to come. 

You have no idea what to expect from him because it’s not like there’s any reason you could think of that would make sense for him to be here. You’ve never held a conversation with him before, and you don’t even think he’s ever really noticed you, so what could he want now that he’d even make the effort to find out where you live and come visit you in your apartment?

“There is something I would like to ask you for,” he says, leaning a bit forward in his seat. “Well, not exactly that - we would both benefit from it, I’m sure.” 

This, and the little smirk that’s starting to form on his lips, are enough for you to see what he’s getting at, and it’s not like you expected anything really, but you’re still disappointed. 

Standing up with one quick movement, you frown down on him in annoyance. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m not the right one for that matter,” you snap. “If you’re this desperate, I suggest you attend a frat party or whatever.” 

Jimin looks confused for a moment, big eyes staring into yours. “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“You don’t need to. You think you're the first person to make me an offer like that?” You scoff. “It's bad enough that I can't even go to college in peace, but to come to my home and harass me here too? Fucking ridiculous.” 

Jimin finally seems to understand, immediately standing up as well while holdings his hands up in surrender. “No, no, no, I think you misunderstood!” He exclaims, gaping at you. “I didn’t come here for a booty call, Jesus Christ. Do you really think I need it that much?” He starts to laugh arrogantly, immediately going from looking like an innocent boy to a huge douchebag, whereas you slowly feel the embarrassment rise up inside you. 

“Darling, sorry to break it to you, but I really don’t need you for that. Or do you think you’re that exclusive?” 

You have to admit that he did make you feel exceptionally stupid just now because, of course, that’s not what he wanted. It is very obvious that he doesn’t need you for that, given how he allegedly hasn’t spent very many nights alone ever since he broke up with Yeji.

And anyway, you’re sure you don’t even come close to his usual taste.

“Of course not. I’m sorry,” you apologize, trying to cover your embarrassment with an uneasy smile. “It’s just that I don’t even know you, and now you’re randomly knocking on my door with flowers in your hand and a very awkward way of explaining,” you cut yourself off, noticing that you’re about to ramble. 

You’re surprised to see, that Jimin does not look mad or offended. Instead, he’s sporting a wide smile as he looks at you with his arm crossed in front of his chest, probably amused by your incompetence when it comes to talking to other people. 

It’s not your fault, okay? This is what being secluded does with someone. You’re the perfect proof of that.  

“People don’t usually talk to me unless it’s about that,” you state, tearing your eyes from his. 

“Right.” Jimin clears his throat, uneasiness overcoming him now as well. “That’s actually part of my plan,” he then says. “You know, the one I was going to tell you about before you so rudely interrupted me.”

He’s joking, making the atmosphere a little less awkward for once, and you’re grateful for that. Jimin only makes a small gesture with his hand to silently tell you to sit down again, and you oblige, patiently waiting for him to say whatever it is that’s on his mind. 

“I won't beat around the bush for long. I have an issue, and I need your help with it,” he repeats, folding his hands over his knee as if he’s having a business meeting right now. You think it looks funny, but don’t comment on it since he seems so serious right now. 

“I need you to be my girlfriend for a while.” 

You have been sitting here, just staring at him while he talks and talks and talks.

You don't know what he's telling you because you stopped listening after he said he needed you to be his girlfriend. The only way you can tell that he’s talking is because his lips are moving, but your ears are completely closed off at this point. 

You’re being pranked. 

It’s so obvious by now. Spreading rumors has started to become too boring, so now they’re taking it to another level which is making you participate in things that will subsequently humiliate you. 

That has to be it, right? 

You cracked the code.

But man, he’s looking so damn serious. 

Is he serious?!

“Park Jimin, are you on drugs?” 

It leaves your mouth like a gunshot, interrupting his well-prepared speech without any care as you muster him, one brow cocked while you’re keen on trying to figure him out.

He ogles at you with his big eyes, looking like a deer caught in a headlight for just a second before his expression turns into a deep frown. “Wha— No!”

“Well, neither am I.” you display. “So you can absolutely trust me when I tell you, that I, with utmost respect, will definitely not pretend to be your girlfriend,” you state, not finding this whole act funny in the slightest. 

“What good would that even do? I mean, what are you trying to accomplish with that? Because I can promise you, it would end up in a disaster for sure.”

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his former perfectly styled blonde hair as he takes a moment to think. About what, you don’t know, but he’s definitely conflicted. 

“If this is you, pulling a prank on me, this is really not funny,” you say, noticing he hasn't said anything for a while. “And if this is you being serious, well… then I guess you’re crazy.”

“I am,” he voices, looking up at you again. “It’s one of my weaker points. I don’t have many, but that’s probably the one I really can’t deny.” 

And suddenly, he’s back, smirking at you with that cocky look in his eyes that shows you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He probably thought about it for a very long time, planned everything, and will not accept a simple no from you. 

You know guys like him. The ones who think they always get what they want and they usually do, but this time he won’t. Not today, pal. The last thing you need right now is to get involved in yet another drama that originally was none of your business.

“Is this some type of joke to you? Some weird, toxic way to try and get your girlfriend back?” You find yourself asking, wondering about what this is actually about.

He doesn’t directly give you an answer. Instead, he decides to bypass the question with a stoic look on his handsome face. “I just need a girlfriend,” he says. “Listen, you will not understand, but I cannot stay single while they are dating each other now without a fucking care in the world. As if it were completely legitimate!” He suddenly goes off, banging his fist on the small coffee table when the frustration comes through. 

“So it’s an image thing then? That’s what you’re doing this for?” You can’t help but snort, even if you know it’s not the right time. Not when he’s so obviously mad. “I’m sorry, but I’m probably the worst option in that case,” you say, leaning back in your seat as you still look at him comically. 

“Being seen with me is something people usually try to avoid when they care about their image.” Involuntarily, your voice softens towards the end as you realize that this is indeed your reality now.

You can play the tough girl all you want and tell yourself that you don't need anyone but yourself, but in the end, this is anything but the life you pictured for yourself. This is not what you were excited about when you couldn't wait to start college.

Jimin doesn't seem to notice your brief moment of melancholy any further, as he groans and shakes his head, clearly not sharing your opinion on the matter (nor interested in your little sob story).

“Don’t worry about me, darling. I can surely take it,” he says, still giving you this unnerving smile you’d like to slap off his stupid face. “I’m the most popular guy on campus. It takes more than dating you to change that.”

You’re baffled by how careless he seems. You didn’t expect him to pity you - God no, you’d hate that actually, but you would at least expect him to take your concerns into account and not just brush them off like that. 

You don’t even think he noticed anything you just said that didn't involve him.

Sighing, you take a moment to think about where to go from this. It really looks like he has an answer for everything, and he seems very determined to go through with this.... plan of his. 

“Why me?” You then ask, wanting to know the reason he chose you for this crazy idea. 

You don’t know each other, you don’t like each other it seems, and in general, you have absolutely nothing to do with each other, except for this drama you were unwillingly dragged into. 

“You could find someone better than me in less than a minute, and you wouldn’t even have to convince them, I’m sure. Someone in your league, with a better reputation who won’t damage your image,” you reason, trying to make him leave you alone once and for all. “It doesn't have to be me.”

“It does, though.” Jimin’s throwback comes immediately as his eyes almost burn a hole into your skull from their intense look. “It has to be you for those exact reasons.”

Noticing you don’t understand a thing, Jimin leans forward again with his knee almost touching yours at this point. 

“I can’t just take a random girl because the risk of someone finding out is way too high. But that’s just one of many reasons, actually. Yeji knows so many people, and Taehyung knows another huge portion. I need someone who doesn’t know anyone they know and someone who wouldn’t spill the beans just for some gossip. Someone who’s in it just as much as I am and who I can trust to keep it a secret,” he explains. “You think they wouldn’t figure it out in an instant if I'd just take anyone?” He grins, looking kinda mischievous now. “But if it’s you—”

“—no one will ask questions,” you quietly conclude, having experienced it way too many times by now. “They will just think you were looking for an easy distraction.”

It hurts, having to admit that he’s right, but you quickly try to brush it off when you look up from your hands on your lap and mask a smile onto your face. “Smart.”

This is the first time Jimin notices that the whole thing does not simply pass you by; that this is your life you’re talking about, and he suddenly starts to feel bad. He hasn’t even thought about that before. The way you just worded that… makes him feel like a total douche. He didn’t think about it that way before, but now that you spoke it out loud, he realizes this is exactly what people will think.

“Look,” he sighs, clearing his throat. “You will benefit from this too. Getting involved with me will be good for you.”

“How exactly?” You scoff, not believing a word he says. 

“Well, for starters, no one talks shit about Park Jimin’s girlfriend. That’s for sure.” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. How can someone actually be this pretentious? You do feel bad about having to leave him hanging since he really seems to want this, but having to look out for yourself comes first. 

“You don’t get it, do you?” You scoff. “You really think they will stop talking shit about me just because you’re so amazing and loved by everyone? Well, I have news for you, they won’t. If anything, I’ll just be a giant laughingstock for the whole college once again, because I was stupid enough to be Park Jimin’s rebound. I would look so stupid.” 

Staying persistent, Jimin shakes his head again as he deeply stares at you. “You underestimate me there. I have far more influence than you think. And I will make them see that you’re more than just my rebound. That you’re someone I actually wanna be with, someone I care about.”

Tearing your eyes from his intense gaze, you shake your head again. “You might be the most popular guy on campus, Jimin, but as of now, I am the most hated.” The realization once again hits you. It’s not like you weren’t aware of all of this before, but speaking it out loud hits a little differently. And it adds a good additional portion of reality to this whole chaos you call your life. 

Most hated person. Damn…

“These two extremes don’t go together. It will not end up the way you want it to, whatever that may be. Trust me,” you finally sigh, looking apologetically when his face instantly falls. “That’s like a potion for disaster.”

With a sigh, Jimin scratches the back of his head, clearly thinking about ways to persuade you into giving in because it doesn’t look like you’re going to.  

He knew it would be hard to convince you, but you’re even more persistent than he thought. 

“___, you have my word on this. I will help you if you help me. I promise,” he says, looking at you with a little pout starting to form on his lips. 

Oh no. He’s not trying this now, is he? Who does he think you are?

“All of this trouble to save your face in front of people who treated you like an idiot? To save your ego? To win back the girl who broke your heart in the most awful way possible?” You ask again, not sure whether to find him ridiculous or pitiful. 

You do know the feeling of wanting to get back at people but in his case, it will only make things worse by a dozen. 

“No, that's not it. That's not— Ugh, whatever you wouldn’t get it,” he snaps again, getting defensive real fast. “It’s fine, though, you clearly don’t wanna do it.” He suddenly gets up from his seat, appearing to have had enough with you. 

You look after him, feeling dumbfounded and wondering why he’s suddenly getting so defensive. 

Jimin turns around one last time to look at you, still sitting at the same spot he left you. His eyes show something besides anger this time. Something he's obviously trying to hide, but you still clearly see it. 

Desperation.

“I just think it’s a shame, really. I offer you a chance to finally defend yourself against all the accusations that are constantly thrown your way. With me by your side, you at least have a voice that will be heard. You can show them that you aren’t the person they make you out to be, and you wouldn’t be alone. But hey, if you prefer to hole up in here instead and stay by yourself, I won't stop you.”

Here’s the thing: His words shouldn’t fathom you. They shouldn’t. 

You don’t owe him, you don’t even know him, and at the end of the day, he’s only in it for his own good, even if he tries to make you think you could profit from this too - it’s not his priority. 

He doesn’t care about you or your reputation or whatever this could do to you. It's so obvious he's trying everything right now to make you agree. Even if it means sinking so low and making you feel like all of this is your fault just because you're not trying hard enough to change it.

This is the only truth, and there is no doubt about that.

I mean, he literally just confessed he only needs you to do the job because you’re already the campus slut in everyone’s eyes, hence making it easier for him to make them believe his lie without regard for you or what it might do to you.

But for some reason, you still don’t want to leave him hanging. He really seems to want this, need this almost, and it makes you want to at least think about it a little more.

And if he really is right…

If there is actually a chance to show yourself in a different light, to show everyone who you really are -

Shouldn't you at least try?

You like to imagine that it cannot get worse than this anyway.

“What are the rules?” You sigh, keeping your head straight forward, but you still hear him halt immediately. 

“What?”

“The rules, Park,“ you groan, finally turning around in your seat to look at him with an annoyed expression on your face. “If we’re going to pull this off, we’ll need some guidelines, don’t you think?”

You try to ignore how his face lights up, making his eyes almost disappear, but you can barely suppress a smile from the sight. He may be obnoxious and annoying, but that was a little cute. 

“So you’re willing to do it?”

“I’m willing to think about it,“ you correct him, watching his every move as he sits back down next to you. 

“Okay!” He exclaims. “Okay, that’s great! That’s— I can work with that,” he beams. “What do you need to be specified?”

“Well, first of all, I need to know what kind of relationship are we having? I mean, what kind of couple do you imagine us to be? Are you the overly affectionate type, or is it okay if we just… say we’re a couple and go to places together?” You ask, regretting your words the second you notice the smirk that's starting to form on his lips. 

“I see. You want to know if you’re allowed to make out with me.” Leaning back in his seat, he rests one arm on the back of the sofa and uses his other to rake through his hair.

You don’t know what he’s trying to do. Is he trying to look sexy? ‘Cause excuse me Sir, but it's hard not to cringe…

“You can have me all you want, babygirl. Once this deal is sealed, I’m all yours. In every way, if you want.” He winks, remaining in this position.

You’re trying not to gag, already regretting even thinking about doing it, but honestly, your life started to be the epitome of loneliness and boredom, and that would at least bring you together with other people for a bit. Maybe it would allow you to live a somewhat normal college life with parties and activities and… dates. 

Even if it’d all be a lie in the end. 

“See, this is exactly why we need those rules because I never ever want you to call me that horrible pet name ever again.” You say, cringing just from imagining someone calling you that. 

Jimin laughs loudly, making his eyes turn into two little half-moons. “You don’t like it?”

“No,” you immediately decline while you keep a straight face. “Who actually does? Makes me feel like I’m part of a soft porn that was shot some time in the eighties.” You mutter. 

Sporting a grin, Jimin bites his lips as he taps his finger on his leg, thinking about something it seems. “What about honey?”

“Ew.”

“Darling?”

“We’re not faking a marriage, Park.”

“Babe?”

“So original.”

Sighing loudly, Jimin leans forward again, resting his head on his balled-up fists as he pouts, making him look more like a young boy than the college boy he actually is.

“What else am I supposed to call you then?” He sighs. 

“Just call me ___. It’s my name. It suits me,” you shrug, ready to check this topic off to get to the more important one. Like the original one, he still hasn’t answered. Ignoring his unpleased frown and the pout on his lips, you repeat your earlier question, wanting to finish this off as soon as possible. 

Jimin, however, makes it hard for you, refusing to just simply answer straightforwardly. 

“Why do we have to plan this? It’ll look forced if we plan everything beforehand. I want us to be natural like a real couple would b so nobody will get suspicious,” he expresses his irritation with a slight groan. “I’m sure we will have to kiss at some point. I don’t usually shy away from PDA, so my friends will think it’s weird if we’re being unnecessarily distant with each other.”

Great, just what you feared. 

Not that Park Jimin is someone you wouldn’t want to kiss at all - no. Even if you’re not actually attracted to him mostly caused by his personality and his stuck-up behavior, Jimin is easily one of the most handsome guys in your college and there’s no denying that. 

Still, you’re not keen on making out with him, especially in front of all his friends who will most definitely take a close look at you and analyze your every move. How embarrassing. 

Noticing your skeptical expression, Jimin just silently grins to himself. “You don’t have to act this way. You know you’re going to love it.” 

“Hey, I haven’t agreed to anything yet, and it's out of pure decency that I'm giving you the chance to somehow convince me that by doing this, I am not destroying my life even further. If I were you, I would stop pushing my luck.” 

Jimin only chuckles, probably regaining his confidence just from sensing that you are not as dismissive as you were in the beginning. 

“Hm, I don’t know. I feel like you’re suddenly not so against it,” he sneers, confirming your guess.  

You can feel your blood rushing to your face, but you try to at least not let him see that he’s making you flustered. It doesn’t happen for the reason he thinks anyway, but rather because he makes you uncomfortable with his constant sexual innuendos. 

“Trust me, it’s not for the things you have in mind,“ you scoff. “You don't seem to have realized it yet, but you're not every girl's wet dream, Jimin. At least you aren’t mine.” 

Looking unfazed by your comment, he raises his brows, still smirking at you in a testing manner. 

“No? So what you’re saying is, if you could date any guy you wanted, it wouldn’t be me?” He asks, obviously already expecting a certain answer. 

Now, this is the moment when all the embarrassment suddenly evaporates, and you burst into laughter for the first time ever since Jimin arrived at your door. And it immediately wipes his stupid cocky grin off his face. 

“One-tenth of your self-esteem, Park Jimin. That’s all I’d need, and it would be over for all those bitches who are treating me like shit,” you laugh, even going as far as wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

Jimin looks baffled for a moment but quickly regains his composure, this time with a frown appearing between his eyes. “Go on then. Who would it be if not me?”

You calm down again, clearing your throat a few times to get your voice under control before you give him an answer. “Well, unfortunately, I gave up on the concept of dating a long time ago,” you say. “But if you really want an answer, I’d unquestionably take Jeon Jungkook,” you voice, not having to think about your answer in the slightest. 

This time, Jimin is the one who laughs, mixing it with an offensive scoff and a way too exaggerated eye-roll. “Of course. Fucking Jeon.”

“You have something against him?” 

“No, but I should have guessed it. It's the most basic answer, and don’t you guys have this on/off thing going on anyway?” He scoffs, not even looking at you anymore. 

“No,“ you sigh, you haven't thought about what your comment could trigger, but now you’re feeling bad for Jungkook. “We never had. That’s just another stupid rumor.” 

Jimin gives you a testing look, arching a brow while nibbling on his bottom lip. “Are you sure? Apparently, you’re always hanging out together, and you just said you want to date him.”

“I did not say I want to date him!“ You claim, gaping at him. “I said that if I had to date someone, I would choose him. But that does not mean I want to. Trust me, I have lost all interest in wanting to date. And Jeon and I don’t hang out. He just happens to be the only living creature on campus that doesn’t treat me like crap or air.”

It’s true. Jungkook and you can in no way be considered even friends, but he is the only person that hasn’t abandoned you yet and does still talk to you from time to time, not caring at all about the rumors he, unfortunately, started being a part of. 

You always admired him for that. 

The sheer confidence he carries. Just doing what he likes, looking the way he wants, and talking to people he wants to talk to, without giving a fuck about what anybody could say about that or think about him. 

He just does whatever he wants, and you think that alone makes him the coolest person you ever met. 

But that’s all you have for him. Admiration. 

Admiration and... maybe a little bit of envy.

Because Jungkook can do whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and sleep with whoever he wants and nobody cares. Everyone still likes him at the end of the day because he admittedly is a very likable person. 

And yet, he doesn’t even care. 

He has all that without even wanting it. He still prefers to spend his time by himself, not caring if someone keeps him company or not. 

Whenever you see him, he is usually alone, and yet he always looks content. Always sporting a smile on his attractive face.

More than once have you looked at him and wished you could be like that. So carefree and content, alone, but not lonely. 

“He’s not perfect either,” Jimin’s unfazed voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “He has fucked half the campus already.” 

“Who cares about who he has or hasn’t slept with?” You snap, feeling your hands ball into fists. “He’s a good person. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? And anyway, just because people proclaim these things about him doesn’t mean it has to be the truth.”

You realize you’re only getting this protective because you’re starting to relate to yourself. You transfer what Jimin says about Jungkook to what everyone says about you. But you don’t care. 

Rumors are shit. And Jimin should know better than that.

An expression of realization crosses his face for a split second before he clears his throat and nods his head once, looking guilty. “Right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t care about him anyway...”

“Good. Then we can come to the next point,“ you decide, happily skipping the topic of Jungkook as soon as possible. “What exactly is it that I would have to do?”

“Well, I guess we will go to a couple of parties together. You know, some birthdays, go on dates, hang out with friends, I’ll spam my Instagram with photos of you… just the usual stuff, you know? Everything that comes with having a partner.” Jimin simply explains.

You nod. That’s more or less what you expected, but it still sounds like a lot. Like… a lot. 

It's definitely going to be a transition from spending days at a time on your sofa with Netflix, to constantly hanging out with Jimin and his friends, doing God knows what.

“So… Is it settled then? Are we doing it?” 

You don’t answer right away, though you have to admit that you are at least a little interested in giving in. There’s just something very exciting about the idea of fake-dating someone, even if you can’t deny the little voice in the back of your head telling you there’s only one between the two of you who will benefit from it. And it won’t be you - that’s for sure.

“___,” 

Jimin’s voice sounds soft when he calls your name, making you look at him.

His eyes are solely fixed on you, and you actually feel like this is the first time he’s genuinely looking at you instead of looking through you. 

“Do you trust me?”

You scoff. “Of course not, no!” you instantly shake your head while frowning at him. “I don’t even know you,” you quickly add, raising your voice just a little. “How can you ask me that?”

With a frown knitted between his brows, Jimin still has his eyes fixed on you. “Fair, I guess, but I hope that will change soon. And I promise you, you will not regret it if you trust me now. I will always make sure that you are fine, and if all hell really should break loose, you can stop at any time, and I won't be mad. Just please... please let us do this together. ” 

He shoots you a little smile (an actual smile this time, not a smirk), and you sigh defeatedly. 

That’s the thing with people like him. 

They do always get what they want.

“Alright, whatever. Let’s do this.” Your voice is quiet, unsure, but it still holds some kind of determination to it. 

Maybe he’s right. 

Maybe you can pull it off. 

Maybe it won’t end up in a disaster. Just… maybe.

Maybe you can change something.

Jimin looks insanely relieved the moment your answer reaches his ears. Sighing in relief, he lowers his head for a brief moment, only to raise it again with full force and give you the widest smile you've ever seen on anyone.

“Thank you so much, ___. Really. You won’t regret it.” 

You swear if he says that one more time, he’s definitely going to jinx it. If it hasn’t happened already.

“Uhm… so, should I walk you to class, maybe?” Jimin then asks, standing up and reaching his hand out to help you up as well, already getting into his role, it seems.

“Oh no,” you halt for a moment, thinking about a way to explain your situation. “I’m— Uh… I’m not really going to class,” you chuckle uncomfortably, noticing how he looks at you in confusion. “I’m taking mostly online classes this semester. Things just are a little… overwhelming right now.” 

You desperately hope he won’t dig any further. And the chances are practically high, considering he only ever really seems to care about himself.

This time, you aren’t so lucky, though, when a look of realization crosses his face for just a moment before he frowns down to his feet.

“Are people still giving you that much of a hard time?”

You swallow hard and clear your throat. You didn’t expect him to ask you that, and even if you somewhat appreciate the effort, you don’t want to discuss this with him.

“It has calmed down a bit, but…” you just shrug, still embarrassed, not knowing what to say that will make this moment pass sooner. 

“I’m sorry he did that to you, ___.” Jimin unexpectedly sounds very regretful when these words come over his lips, eyes staring into yours. 

“He had no right to do that to you. You shouldn’t have been pulled into his mess. Really, I’m ashamed on his behalf.” 

It takes a moment for you to grasp what he just said because, for you, it came very surprisingly. Honestly, you wouldn't have given Park Jimin that much credit. 

But that is also a reason why you are happy to hear that from him. It's the first time anyone has ever apologized to you and although it's not him who should be asking for your forgiveness, it's good to hear that someone is on your side for a change.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you breathe, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed with how different he seems. “I wasn’t well liked before that anyway, so… it’s whatever.”

You try to smile, but it doesn’t look real at all. And it isn’t. It’s not okay, of course, but what can you do really? Playing the victim and drowning in self-pity won’t help your case either.

It is what it is.

“He’s not the first person who did that to me, and he certainly won’t be the last,” you shrug. “The only thing that makes him different from all the others is that he’s way more known,” you explain.

“It’s really not okay.” Jimin disagrees, sounding more serious than he has the whole time he’s been here. “And trust me, he will be the last. I’ll make sure of it. I promise you that.”

“Ah well… people just like to trash talk. It’s what brings them joy when their own lives are too boring,” you say, simply repeating what Nayeon always used to tell you… before she started being one of those people. 

Trying to shake the thought of her from your mind, you try to plaster another fake smile on your lips before you look up at him again. “I’m used to it by now. It’s okay, really.”

Jimin doesn’t look satisfied with your answer, but to your luck, he doesn’t dwell on it any longer. Instead, he just takes a look at his watch (that looks like it costs more than your laptop) and starts to cuss under his breath, mumbling something about being late. 

“Alright, I gotta go now. You’re still coming to our Thursday class, right?” He quickly makes sure, waiting for you to approve. “Great, we will start with our a little game then,“ he smirks, already turning around. “Take care until then. I can’t wait!” 

And with that, he’s gone. 

Which finally leaves you to be alone. 

Alone with your thoughts.

Holy shit, you’re actually doing this.

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Schoolyard: 7

You go out into your living room. “We’re going home.”

“What?” Sif asks looking up from her phone.

“The hospital won’t allow me to work until Thor and my annulment is over so there’s no point in being here.”

“You don’t want to see any family?”

“My dad is still working, he and my mom are in Japan so I wouldn’t see them anyway. Jane was the only other person I really wanted to see and you saw how that turned out.”

“We can go whenever you want. The jet is at the airfield we just have to call in the crew.”

“Will you please? I want to go as soon as possible.”

“Call Thor.” Bryn says and you frown, “honestly he’s driving me crazy. Please just call him.”

“Fine!” You go back into your room and drop down onto the bed then video call him.

“Hi Elskede.” He says softly, he looks like he’s just woken up and when you look at your watch you realize for him it is nearly six am and that Bryn is a liar.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve waited. I forgot about the time difference.”

“No it’s okay. You look upset.” You nod then promptly burst into tears. “Oh Elskede.” He soothes and it just brings on more tears. You spill everything, how horrible Jane was and how it made you feel like such a shitty friend even though you’d done your best to reach out. How Peter had made a huge deal about you and Thor being married and practically screamed it to the paparazzi who you’re sure are going to sell it to the rest of the world. Then you tell him about work and how all you wanted to do was take care of sick kids.

“What can I do to help?” Thor asks as you finish explaining the last 24 hours to him.

“When I get home I really want a hug.” You tell him and he laughs softly.

“Elskede, that’s the least I can do. Anything you want.”

“Honestly that’s it. You’ve let me vent and cry and now all I want is one of those bone crushing hugs you used to give me.”

“Nothing else?”

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.” You tease your mood already brighter. Someone knocks on your door, “come in?”

“Sorry to interrupt.” Sif says, “the jet can be ready before midnight.” You glance at the time and nod.

“That works for me.” You tell her glancing over at your almost completely packed bag.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay longer Elskede?”

“Positive.” He nods and you lay back on your pillow. You’re still chatting with him when a loud noise from out in the living room catches your attention.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” You lay the phone down and climb off your bed then open your bedroom door.

“Is everything okay?”

“Dr. Foster is attempting to gain access.” Bryn tells you, you notice the gun in her hand but don’t say anything.

“Why?”

“We don’t know.” You sigh and move toward the door but Sif stops you.

“Are you sure you want to do this again?”

“Yea.” You pull out the stop then open the door.

“What the hell. Why wouldn’t the door open.”

“Didn’t know if you told Peter where I lived or not and if he had a key.”

“What?”

“He came to my work Jane. Screamed about how I was married to a prince and how you’d told him everything. Just loud enough for the paparazzi to hear.”

“And I’m sure that’s all my fault.”

“Hell yea it is! I asked you to keep that to yourself!”

“I don’t keep secrets from my boyfriend.”

“Just your best friend then huh.” You snap and she glares at you.

“I just came to get some of my shit.”

“You know what? Just keep the fucking place. Thanks to your boyfriend I don’t have a job here anymore and Asgard and Thor already feel more like home than this fucking city does anyways.” You sneer before turning on your heel and heading back to your room. You grab your bag, shove the few things you took out back into it then grab your phone.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Elskede.” Thor starts before you hang up on him.

“Lose my number until you lose the shit attitude.” You tell Jane before blowing past her Sif and Bryn hot on your heels. When you get downstairs you’re horrified by the amount of press outside your place.

“Can we take you to the embassy now?”

“Fine.” You agree and the two women flank you on either side then hurry you out the door. The paparazzi start screaming the second they realize it’s you but you keep a passive face, you don’t look at them and you follow Sif and Bryn’s directions to the car. When you pull away some of the paparazzi follow you but Bryn easily loses them.

When you pull up to the embassy it Bryn hardly slows down. The gates swing open for you and slowly shut behind you while two guards block the drive. When the car stops Sif opens the door and you climb out then follow her into the embassy.

“Your Highness, welcome! I’m Tyr, the ambassador. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He’s a burly older man with a long white beard and shoulder length white hair.

“Thank you for allowing us to spend a couple of hours here. It’s much appreciated.”

“Of course your Highness. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No thank you.” You tell him as your phone starts to ring, you’re not surprised to see that it’s Thor. “Excuse me the Crown Prince is calling.” He nods and you step away putting the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Just wanted to check in. Did you make it to the embassy okay?”

“Yea, I’m just ready to be home.”

“It’s been weird without you here Elskede.”

“Can we do a long weekend when I get back? Before Spain?”

“That should be fine, where do you want to go?”

“Surprise me.” You tell him and he hums softly.

“I have to go though Elskede. I’ll see you when you get back. Have a safe flight.”

“Okay, bye.” You hang up then join Sif, Bryn and Tyr again.

“Everything alright?” Sif asks and you nod.

“If you have things to do you don’t need to host us. We’ll just be here for a couple hours.”

“Are you sure Your Highness?” You nod, “is there anything I can get you first?” You glance over at Sif and Bryn but both shake their heads.

“We’re good. Thank you.” He nods again then leaves the three of you in the sitting room.

You read for a couple of hours then head back out to the car and to the airfield. You sleep for most of the flight then take a quick shower and change just before landing. The ride to the palace feels like it’s hours long but when you get there Thor comes bounding out of the building and yanks open your door. You scurry out of the car and into his waiting arms. Thor holds you tightly to him, his chin rests on the top of your head and you let out all the tension you didn’t know you were carrying with a long slow breath.

“I’m so glad you’re home safe Elskede.” He murmurs into your hair.

“I’m glad I’m home too.” You tell him not moving from his embrace as people move around you. “I knew that this was exactly what I needed.” He chuckles softly but doesn’t move, god you’ve never felt so content, so protected, safe and happy.

“We have a meeting with the judge tomorrow then we can go on our trip.” The judge. The annulment. That shouldn’t fill you with so much dread but it does.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Thor tells you and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Fine.” You finally release your grip on him then his hand ends up in yours, like it always does, and you head back inside.

“Mother wishes to speak with Doodle.” Loki says as they walks past you with their bodyguard Laufey behind them. “Alone.” They add and your eyes widen.

“I told her what happened with your friend. I hope that’s alright.” Thor tells you as you start for The Queen’s rooms.

“Oh, that’s fine. Do you think that’s why she would want to speak to me?”

“I don’t know. I’ll bring you there. We have a charity event at a hospital tonight, will you be alright to go?” As you make your way toward Frigga’s rooms.

“Yes, I don’t want anyone to think they broke me.”

“You have nothing to prove Elskede.”

“I know. I won’t have them think they won. Besides, you’d be so bored without me.” You tease and he chuckles softly.

“I’ll have some dresses sent for you.”

“Thank you.” You tell him as you come up to Frigga’s door. He nods, presses a kiss to the side of your head then leaves you to his mother.

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[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Sweet Poison - Yandere Alpha! Tamaki Amajiki x Omega! Reader

Shout out to  @homework-is-the-real-killer for the inspiration. I don’t know if you wanted something spicey... but that’s what your getting. I have a part 2 planned out for this guy to kinda explain a little more from Tamaki’s side of things of what is actually going on. Also I have no clue if y’all will like my take on him, but I see him as being someone who yea he’s a little shy but once he gets used to you he’s at least not a complete stuttering mess. 

Part 2

Warnings: NSFW, quirk play, definitely tentacle porn, unknowing drug use, dub-con if you squint?, Honestly I don’t know how to tag so If you think I need to add something please tell me. 

Word Count: Just over 2k

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“What’s wrong Y/n? You are so fidgety today.”

“Oh, haha am I? Sorry I just really want class to be over so I can go see Tamaki.”

Your friends shared looks before turning back to you questions in the eyes.

“I know you guys are courting, but don’t you think you spend a lot of time with him? You don’t even sit with us at lunch anymore.”

“Oh come on guys, I literally went to the movies with you guys last night.”

“Yea but…”

They didn’t get a chance to finish their sentence, the bell chiming to let everyone know that the school day was officially over. You were flying out of your seat and down the hall before they could even call out your name. You were absolutely giddy, ready to be enveloped in the scent you had grown to love. You turned the corner, pausing for a brief second as your breath caught, watching as Tamaki and his two friends stood chatting. You couldn’t help but think about how much he looked like an angel. He was so perfect, and he was all yours.

Without a regard for the rest of the students you took off down the hall practically jumping on the alpha wrapping your arms around his neck as his instinctively wrapped around your waist pulling you against him and burying his blushing face into your neck.

“B-Bunny. You got here fast.”

“I missed you.” You took a deep inhale of his scent and could feel him doing the same. Nothing made you feel as good as being near the alpha.

You didn’t see the looks that his friends shared, Mirio clearing his throat one, twice, three times before Tamaki finally pulled away from you enough to look at the taller blonde. Shoving his hands into his pockets but still leaning on you, his face beet red once he realized the attention the two of you had garnered from the rest of the hallway.  

“Ah, I’m sorry Tamaki, I didn’t mean to make a scene…”

“Trust me, it’s fine. He won’t say it but he loves it. He hasn’t stopped talking about you all day.” Nejire jumped in making both of you blush even harder, Takami burying his face in your shoulder mumbling softy to you.

“Can we go now?”

You couldn’t help but smile, reaching up and patting his hair gently, agreeing quietly with the timid alpha before the two of you said your goodbyes to his friends.

The two of you slowly made your way over to the third years dorms, fingers intertwined, completely skipping over your own room and opting to go into his instead. Shortly after the two of you had started courting, he had been so nervous to ask you to move your nest into his room, saying he just wanted to you close to him, and how could you say no to such a sweet request? Now, just two months into courting, you practically lived together, only leaving when the teacher would come by to do their final check that everyone was in their correct rooms, just to sneak back in only an hour later.

The only reason the two of you weren’t bonded yet was because UA had a strict policy against it, insisting their students wait until they were graduated so as to keep them focused on their studies. Still… everyone knew you belonged to Tamaki.

Once the two of you were finally alone in his room, you couldn’t help yourself, immediately latching onto him, nuzzling against his cheek softly and cooing into his ear. He wasn’t any better, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling the two of you into your nest that was on his bed, pressing his lips against your scent gland kissing softly as he started to thoroughly scent you, taking his time and making sure to cover everything.

“I missed you so much. I hate that you have to be around other alpha’s all day, muddles your scent.” The stutter in his voice was gone, and even though he was speaking softly, murmuring really, he was doing it right in your ear making you wiggle against him. He had grown to be so comfortable with you that once the two of you were alone, it was clear as day he was an alpha. One that your omega was dying to submit to his every, albeit quiet, whim.

You hummed in agreement, shifting so that you were comfortably laying halfway on top of him, a soft purr leaving your lips as he rubbed his cheek against you, before he started to pepper soft kisses along your jaw moving towards your lips.

The entire room was filled to the brim with his mouth-watering scent, the scent of sea salt mixed and lavender with just the slightest hint of something warmer, darker, that you couldn’t place. Whatever it was, was absolutely heaven to you, and the timid dark haired alpha was pumping it out like he wanted to coat the entire building in it.

“Tama-“ You started to whine, your omega needing more, only for his gentle and oh so soft lips to be pressed against yours, swallowing your needy sound, his inner alpha making him a little bolder after being separated from you all day. You kissed him back, feeling yourself getting worked up just by being near him, touching him, smelling him, let alone kissing him. He slid his tongue against your lips hesitantly and you immediately parted your lips allowing him entrance which he greedily took. You practically melted against him, a soft purr leaving your chest as one of his hands slipped up into your hair lightly holding your head in place. It was at that point you noticed his tongue was getting bigger, longer, slimier, and the texture changing. You knew that if you pulled away now you would see that it had changed into a tentacle and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs slightly at that thought, a groan leaving his lips at you squeezing him between your thighs.

And then all at once he tasted so mouth wateringly sweet, so delicious, so… addicting. You could feel your mind filling up with the dizzying fog that always came with kissing your alpha, a high that you could never get enough of. It was this feeling, this feeling of flying, that made you so sure that he was the alpha for you. That made you know without a doubt that you would never want another. That you would never leave him.

You felt like your body was going numb, no longer having control of it and enjoying the high that he was giving you as he regarded you carefully through silted eyes before he slowed the kiss and pulled away, your eyes latching onto the string of saliva that connected the two of you, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you shuffled closer. You wanted more, needed more. More, more, more, more, more of him. You couldn’t control the whine that left your lips, your eyes transfixed on his own, leaning down to press soft kitten licks that he blushed at, tasting the lingering sweet spit that was left behind.

“D-do you love me bunny?”

You didn’t hesitate, pressing your lips against his own in short quick pecks, desperately trying to get him to open back up, to let you have more of that high that you so badly wanted. That only he could give to you.

“Yes. More than anything.”

His hands came up shakily to your hips, digging his fingers into the plush flesh there, just the touch making you gasp softly, his eyes transfixed onto your face with awe, soaking in every reaction, even blush, every flutter of your eyes as he kneaded your skin.

“Do you promise?” You could feel his grip guiding you, nudging you to move up and up and up until you had your knees on either side of his blushing face, his fingers cupping your ass from underneath your school skirt, shaking as they brushed at your panties which were already soaked tugging them down slowly, oh so slowly. His eyes flicking from your face to what lied before him, begging for attention, slick dripping down your thighs. He could practically taste you from here.

You nodded, not even realizing the amount of whimpers that were leaving your lungs, your fingers gripping into his hair as you looked down at him, your brain filled to the brim with every thing him. His smell, his taste, his touch. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him.

“You won’t leave me?”

You shook your head, your body trembling at this point from pure excitement. Did everyone feel this way with their alpha? Would it always be this intense? How did anyone get anything done?

“I…I n-need to hear you bunny.” You could feel it as his tongue, no, his tentacle, slid up your thigh, licking up the running slick, suctioning to the highest part, just below your sopping cunt before releasing making blood rush to the spot and forcing a high pitched mewl out of your mouth. His eyes never leaving your face, seeming more and more confident with each gasp and whine leaving your lips.

“I promise. I love you Tamaki. Please.. god.. I need you. I won’t ever leave you. No matter what. I love you. Please, please, please, please. Alpha.” Your fingers gripped his hair, you could feel tears stinging into your eyes, you felt like you would actually combust into flames if you didn’t get more of him right this second. Your skin was starting to itch, feeling like something was crawling all over you and you could feel your body breaking out into a sweat.

Somewhere in the very back of your mind, something told you this wasn’t normal. Being completely and utterly addicted, to the point of almost pain-… you weren’t due to start your heat any time soon, knowing full well that most omega’s didn’t go into heat until they were at least 20. No… this was different… this was-

Your whole body shuddered, brain turning off completely when he all at once yanked on your hips, forcing you down onto his face, his tongue sliding against your core and deep into your cunt, much farther than it was supposed to be able to, to the point that you could feel it in your stomach, suction cups sliding against your sensitive swollen clit as he pumped his tongue in and out of you, making you choke on your own screams, tears spilling over onto your cheeks at the intensity of it all.

You should have been embarrassed when he inhaled deeply, a low primal growl that you never imagined him making leaving his lips as he breathed in your scent, but you couldn’t do anything, couldn’t think of anything, other than the glorious feeling of euphoria that was filling your mind, as the high that you had been chasing finally returned to you again. The world was filled with bright colors, your mind filling with a fog that just felt so good that you never wanted it to leave. Everything was perfect. He was perfect. Your alpha. Nothing could ever change that fact. Nothing could ever make you want to leave.

When you finally came back down from your high, you had realized you must have passed out from the bliss. Tamaki had you laying on your back, a warm washcloth pressed to your forehead, his arms wrapped around you tightly as he layed against your side, his face pressed against your neck, nuzzling you softly and cooing into your ear of how much he loved you, asking if you were okay, how he would take care of you, how you never needed to worry about anything, how he loved his omega.

You couldn’t help but smile trusting all of his words and snuggled further into his grasp, a soft contented sound leaving your lips, enjoying the sounds of his pretty words being murmured to you. The soft, gentle, loving kisses that were carefully placed along your neck and face. The feeling of his arms turned tentacles tightened their grasp around your form, holding you in place against him leaving no wiggle room.

You felt completely and utterly safe in his grasp, knowing he would never let you go.

You were his sun, his moon, his everything. You were his.

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Love and Admiration Part 7- Drinks

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warning for male masturbation

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You must have cycled through half a dozen different outfits before you finally settled on one you liked: a careful balance of sexy and comfortable after a long day of hero work. You’ve only been to Masahiro’s once before but it’s a nice enough place and the drinks are good. You spend a stupid amount of time putting on makeup and then double, triple, and quadruple checking how you look in the mirror before you finally head out.

It’s an easy train ride into downtown, a few people recognize and stop you to ask for an autograph or words of wisdom or advice. It’s a surreal experience, sure your popularity has been exploding lately but it’s still odd to be treated as a celebrity. As you walk past a billboard of yourself advertising athleticwear it occurs to you that you kind of are a celebrity. Your train of thought is interrupted by Masahiro’s coming into view. You hurriedly duck into the bar, it’s pretty empty on a Thursday night so it doesn’t take you long to spot Bakugo. He, of course, looks incredible. He’s got on a plaid over shirt that he’s rolled up to his elbows, impressive forearms on display. The black tee he wears beneath it stretches tightly over his muscular chest. He’s sitting at the bar top but you can still appreciate the way his jeans hug his legs. He’s scowling down at his phone, having not noticed your entrance, and it shouldn’t be an attractive expression but somehow on him it just is. You take a deep steadying breath as you steel your nerves, trying to calm down your racing heart as you walk over towards him.

“Where are the others?” Bakugo’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice, eyes connecting with yours. “They bailed,” he scoffs, his annoyance clear in his voice. You hum in acknowledgment but then lean against the bar to flag down the bartender. Bakugo watches you curiously, only now properly taking in your appearance. You look good, he’ll admit. In the back of his head a voice that sounds suspiciously like Denki corrects him that you look hot. It’s his first time seeing you in civilian clothing, he realizes, and you wear it well. He’s still trying to decide whether he prefers you in your civilian clothes or hero costume when you finally get the bartender’s attention and the sound of your voice snaps Bakugo out of his trance. His ears go slightly pink when he realizes his train of thought and he quickly shakes his head as if doing so will physically dislodge the thought from his brain. He decides to instead focus on whatever you’re talking to the bartender about. “An order of your finest saké please, and just keep the bottles coming until we ask you to stop,” you tell the bartender with a grin. Bakugo is about to stop you, it’s a ludicrous fucking request considering the astronomical price tag that will surely come with it, but then you finish your sentence. “Oh and would you mind putting it on Chargebolt’s tab? He wanted to treat us to celebrate our big bust today but had to bail cause of work stuff. Y’know how pro hero work is,” you continue. “Of course! No problem Mercury, I’ll get right on that,” the bartender tells you before whisking off to fulfill your request.

As you get comfortable in your seat you find Bakugo giving you a slightly impressed look to which you respond with a shrug. “If he’s gonna bail on us the least he can do is let us get plastered on his money. If the bill gets too ridiculous we’ll switch to one of the other flakes’ tabs,” you reply with a grin. To your delight, Bakugo’s mouth stretches into an amused smirk as he chuckles. “Well played Mercury, well played,” he tells you as the bartender brings over the first bottle and fills two small glasses for you both. “We’re off duty, at least call me (y/l/n),” you tell him with a roll of your eyes. “Well then (y/l/n), let’s make dunce face’s fucking wallet hurt,” Bakugo tells you, grin almost feral as he takes his glass and holds it up. “I’ll drink to that,” you grin before raising your own. The two of you cheers before quickly drinking down the contents of your cups, probably too quickly considering the quality it, and then pour yourselves another round.

Fast forward a few hours and you both have had way too much to drink. Your laughter is too loud, your grins too wide, but neither of you seems to care and after one person had tried to tell you to quiet down and Bakugo nearly ripped their head off no one else has made an attempt. Bakugo genuinely didn’t expect to have this good of a time. Sure, you occasionally would start teasing him, bringing back his trademark scowl, but it was always good natured in the same way Kirishima, Kaminari, and (dare he say it) even Deku tended to be. The kind of teasing he didn’t hate, the kind that didn’t make him want to hide under the bluster and temper that he’d worn like a shield most of his life. He also can’t help but notice little things about you like the beautiful color of your eyes, the way your outfit hangs off your incredible body just right, the way your laugh seems to brighten the entire room. The more the two of you drink the harder it is for him to push the thoughts away. Every time you almost catch him staring a little too intently, he’s immensely grateful he can blame the flush in his cheeks on the alcohol. You are distracting in a way no one has ever been for him and it’s a disconcerting enough thought that he shoves it away and locks it in a box full of things he refuses to think about.

“Hey Bakugo, you listening?” you ask, waving a hand in front of his face. “Course I’m listening dumbass what?” he snaps, disgruntled at being caught lost in his thoughts of you. “That’s a lie,” you snort. Bakugo is about to snap at you but you raise your hand to cover his mouth with a giggle to stop him from saying anything. “Last call was like an hour ago, they’re kicking us out dummy,” you tell him, sliding your hand away from his mouth to let him reply. “You’re so drunk,” he accuses you like a hypocrite. “So are you,” you fire back. He doesn’t have a rebuttal for that so he just rolls his eyes before grasping hold of your hand and pulling you from the bar and into a waiting rainstorm outside.

Bakugo knows he should let go of your hand now that you two are outside. He knows you both should go somewhere to take shelter from the rain. There’s a lot of things he should do but instead he’s just standing opposite you, staring at your wide delighted eyes as you grin from ear to ear, alcohol keeping you warm even as the rain soaks through you two’s clothes. This is the part where he’s supposed to say goodnight and the two of you will walk your separate ways but he finds himself not wanting to leave you yet. “C’mon idiot, lemme walk you home,” he tells you tugging you along towards the train back to Hosu City. “I can walk myself home you know, I am a pro hero,” you tell him teasingly as you catch up to walk along beside him. The mere thought of you walking around the city drunk and alone is enough to send a protective surge through Bakugo as he growls out “Absolutely fucking not.” Even on the train he tugs you in closer against him, hiding you in the protective shell of his body and trying very hard not to think about exactly how close you are right now as you giggle and tease him. Your smell fills his nose and it’s intoxicating. He almost feels more drunk off your very presence than he does the copious amounts of saké the two of you had consumed.

Finally the two of you arrive at your apartment and Bakugo finds himself wishing the walk had taken longer. “This is me,” you tell him as the two of you walk up to your front door. He needs to let you go, you’re both soaked through and could use a long, hot shower but his alcohol soaked brain insists on telling him the two of you should conserve water and shower together. He tries to keep his eyes focused on yours but he can’t help the way they instead wander down to your lips. They’re so close and you’re standing there so open and vulnerable. Without consciously choosing to do so Bakugo feels himself start to lean in as if pulled by some gravitational force. He’s close, so close and when your eyes flutter shut he knows you feel the same pull he does. Just before he can close that final distance between you two, your phone rings, shattering the moment and causing both of you to spring apart. You curse and fumble to retrieve your phone before hurriedly answering. “Wha- yea. I just got home actually. Yes I’m fine,” you tell whoever is on the line with an exaggerated roll of your eyes. You mouth an apology to Bakugo but he’s a little preoccupied trying to figure out what the actual fuck just came over him as you finish up your phone call. Finally you hang up and turn back to him. “Sorry about that, just a friend checking I made it home safe,” you explain. “It’s fine I should, uh, get going,” Bakugo says, looking anywhere but at you with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “Oh, ok,” you reply and Bakugo wonders idly if he’s imagining the disappointment he hears in your voice. “I’ll see ya around I guess,” he tells you. “Yea, I’ll see you around,” you reply. He nods and then turns around on his heel and quickly walks back down the direction the two of you had come in, oblivious to your gaze still trained on his back long after he’s entered the stairs.

When Bakugo gets back to his own apartment he almost immediately peels out of his wet clothes, leaving them in a heap in his bathroom as he pads across the cool tiles over to his shower. He can’t get you out of his head. Your laughter, your smile, your body, and especially the way you’d looked as he’d started leaning in towards you in front of your door. He turns the water on hot, waiting until it heats up properly before he steps beneath the spray. He thought the water might help clear his mind but it has the opposite effect. All he can do is think what may have happened had your phone not rang. Unbidden his brains offers him images of him closing that final distance to bring your lips together. He pictures pulling you in closer and kissing you senseless, pictures the way you’d breathlessly pull away just enough to invite him into your apartment. How the two of you would have made your way to the bathroom and stripped out of your wet clothes together instead of alone on opposite sides of town. His dick is already painfully hard when the temptation becomes too much and he reaches down and wraps one hand around it. As he slowly begins to jack himself off, he closes his eyes and pictures your hand wrapped around him instead. The image is so vivid, the memory of you so fresh, that it doesn’t take long for him to start approaching climax. He uses his free hand to steady himself on the wall as he moves his hand faster and faster, still pretending it’s you driving him closer and closer to orgasm. When he finally falls over the precipice, his cum splattering against the shower wall opposite him, it’s your last name that he moans as he slowly pumps himself through it until he’s finally spent. As he slowly comes back to himself, the post orgasmic haze clearing little by little, Bakugo is struck by two thoughts:

1. He is going to murder his idiotic friends

2. He is completely and utterly fucked

A/N: The fic finally earns its 18+ rating. Also, Masahiro’s comes from Masahiro Sakurai, the game developer who created the Kirby and Super Smash Bros games, which have always been my favorite.

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Itadori Yuuji Boyfriend Headcanons

A/N: Reader is from America and a black female. Idk why i decided to write this but I think that Yuuji would be a fun boyfriend lmao. I don’t entirely know what the reader’s cursed technique should be so lmk if you have any ideas. Until then enjoy Yuuji and reader being 2 idiots in love. Spoilers for all the eps of jujutsu kaisen up to about episode 11, nothing past that though as I want to finish the show first before reading the manga, so please be respectful of spoilers and label them (and tag if necessary) in the comments. Also srry if this cuts off abruptly bcus of the point the show is at. This is also like, all over the place but whatever.

(also sorry this was posted later than usual oops)

Word Count:  1943

This dork-

He is so sweet and kind and considerate 

But also a dumbass but also like he’s your dumbass

You and Yuuji are both equally stupid like bless yalls hearts

You and Yuuji met during his time at the Tokyo Academy when you transferred from America

The moment this man saw you walk up with Gojo-sensei he was smitten

Like your skin was glowing??? how???

And you had a slight accent but like he loved it too

And when you came up to greet him and shake hands you smelled so good and your skin was so soft

((He would later come to find out that the root of that was the shea cocoa butter lotion you used))

But yea mans was smitten and he is fully in love with you lmao

Will do literally anything you ask

You hungry? He’s prepared a 5 course, michelin star meal

Want new clothes? He’s been training for the day he could hold your bags for you

Ran out of hair products?? He’s already back with a special box of your products that he had imported from America

To this day you don’t know how he was able to get those products so quickly

He is loves when you tell him things about you from your day, to your times in america, to how your cursed energy works

Yall are the couple that does stupid shit together

Like one time you showed Yuuji one of those life hack videos and he was like 

“We should totally do that” 

And you were like “Bet”

Needless to say Fushiguro was very confused at the sight of bandaids on both of your fingers the next morning

“???What happened?”

“Well you see, I told Yuuji that I should use the glue gun because he didn’t even know where to put the glue stick. And he said nah, I got it and um yea so I fell and the glue gun was plugged in and then he tripped over me and so now we look like this.”

Gojo and Kugisaki thought that this was hilarious while Fushiguro decided that he’d store your guys’ glue gun in his shadows from now on

How yall manage to get through missions you go on together alive is a miracle

Speaking of missions, you eventually ask Yuuji what’s his deal because you feel a powerful aura coming from him but he never uses cursed energy, always cursed weapons

Cue Sukuna’s mouth popping up on the side of his face like “Hey mamas”

(You can’t tell me that Sukuna isn’t the type of guy to ask where his hug at)

“YUUJI WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

“Oh, I guess you haven’t met Sukuna yet, huh?”

So he sits you down and explains how he ate Sukuna’s finger and you're sitting there like ‘mhm mhm mhm, sorry you what?’

For like 3 days after he told you that you couldn’t bring yourself to kiss him just because you were processing the fact that Yuuji ate someone’s nasty old ass finger and would have to eat 19 more

And the fact that he’s the vessel of like the worst curse known to man 

During those 3 days, Yuuji’s pouting because he’s like ‘I fucked up, now she doesn’t wanna kiss me let alone talk to me because of this monster inside of me :(’

Meanwhile you’re just like ‘why would anyone eat some random mummified finger?’

Eventually you get wind of Yuuji’s bad mood and immediately, you rush to smooth things over with him.

You knock on his door and hear blankets rustling before he goes, “I’m not in the mood to play fight right now Kugisaki’

“Can I come in baby?”

You immediately hear the most comical almost cartoonish amount of noise ranging from a cup falling over, sheets falling off the bed, and what sounds like Yuuji falling flat on his ass before he opens the door

When he does, you’re laughing and it’s like the sky is no longer grey and the world is filled with color

You smile at each other before your moment is interrupted with Sukuna going “Finally, full offense, his whining was getting annoying”

You step inside his room and apologize for ignoring him, explaining that you just needed time to process things, explaining that you should’ve told him that before dipping

He just grabbed you in a bear hug and lifted you of the ground and spinning you around laughing happily, after all he wasn’t even upset with you, he just missed you

And thus begins the honeymoon phase of your guys’ relationship

Fushiguro is actually really happy for you guys and is the most supportive of your relationship but if anyone asked him to admit that out loud he’d actually apparate to the nearest marooned ship

Nobura doesn’t hate you guys but she thinks all couples are disgusting, so while it’s nothing personal, she does gag when you and Yuuji do so much as make goo goo eyes at each other

Gojo is actually like the main cheerleader of your relationship. 

He is the teacher that changes the seating chart to put students he ships together

He was always pairing you and Yuuji up on missions and placing you as sparring partners like ur not slick

If Gojo is the cheerleader, Sukuna is an actual antagonist

Like the man goes out of his way to CHOOSE violence

Like on time you kissed Yuuji’s cheek on a date and when you pulled back, your lip was bleeding and Sukuna’s mouth was smirking at you

Another thing he likes to do is tell you all of Yuuji’s simp^tm thoughts

Like all of them

Now Yuuji isn’t ashamed of how much he loves you and is in fact very open with it, but he doesn’t need Sukuna telling you that the only reason he bought x mouthwash was because it made your breath smell like “sunshine” and he had to see if it would work on him

Speaking of dates, good luck

Now I stand by the fact that Yuuji would never half-ass a date and things with him are certainly never boring

But he’s also like a country boy in the city and his tourist tendencies tend to get the best of him

Like you’ll be trying to find a spot to eat and when you look back Yuuji’s gone

((Prolly to buy another I <3 Tokyo shirt so you can both match))

He always catches up with you ad you eventually learn that but like the first few times be havin you ready to put up a lost child signal on the loudspeaker

He’s very sweet and this is where his thoughtfulness shines through

You and Yuuji plan dates in the same way one plays bingo

Like because you never know where you’re going to be r when exactly you’ll both be free (especially with Gojo-sensei and his bare minimum ass information) you two tend to go ‘ok well if we’re here we’ll go here and if we’re here, we’ll go here’ and so on and so forth

But Yuuji always remembers such little one-off details about you that make your dates.

Like you mention wanting to try a sushi train and he’s already scrolled through multiple yelp reviews and watched every youtube restaurant review like 9 times

But every high has a low and Yuuji and your’s low comes suddenly and it brings you crashing to the ground with no warning and nothing to slow your descent

When your class of first years were sent to exorcise the special grade cursed womb

When Yuuji’s hand got blown off and he told you to run you froze, your mind racing faster than your legs could even start

“(Y/N) RUN!” Yuuji’s voice broke you out of your fear-based trance

“I- I...can’t...I can’t leave you!” you cried out all your rational senses screamed at you to go, run, he had Sukuna and you were barely a grade 2 sorcerer. But your intuition told you if you left him you wouldn’t see him alive again.

You were trapped in a paralysis of indecision but the choice was made for you when a sticky tongue wrapped around your midriff and you were gulped into the mouth of one of Fushiguro’s frogs

“Goddamn it Fushiguro! Let me go! I need to... save... him.” You were outside the building before you could even finish arguing.

You glared up at Fushiguro but your eyes softened some when you saw how beat up Kugisaki looked.

He gave you this look that said he did what he had to do and he didn’t care what you had to say about it 

You and him waited in the rain for Yuuji or Sukuna to exit the building

You tried to focus yourself and save your negative emotions for your cursed attack

When Sukuna inevitably appeared, one finger stronger, you were fully prepared to fight him

However, he didn’t seem interested in fighting you and more engaged in fighting with Megumi

You tried to urge Fushiguro to wait it out, eventually Sukuna would lose control, but when Sukuna took Yuuji’s heart hostage, you both knew you’d have to fight

You and Fushiguro gave it your all but when Yuuji came back he still died 

It took all your strength to not completely fall apart after his death and the support from the second years as well as Kugisaki and Fushiguro helped

You’d tried to visit him at the morgue but Shoko only told you that she didn’t think it’d be a good idea.

You still slept in his sweaters and the things that smelled like him from time to time, trying to make the idea of him last, but after a month, the smell of him had started to fade

Everything about Yuuji’s memory seemed to become leached away with time, from his smell, to the wear present on things he’d given to you

You couldn’t help but feel resentful towards yourself but also to Sukuna, he’d taken Yuuji from you with the same care that one would throw litter on the ground

The pain in your chest didn’t wane either, it only became ignorable to a degree as training for the exchange with the Kyoto students became more intense

Fushiguro is a comfort to you as well, aside from you, him and Yuuji were the closest to each other and so he gets a lot of what you’re going through and doesn’t push when you become more withdrawn

He also lets you pet his demon dog too but when you ask him why he’s letting you pet it he just says ‘because no one would believe you if you told them’ lies

The bastard really just does it because he knows you’re sad and he doesn’t want you to be sad

Speaking of the Kyoto students, Zenin Mai and Toudou Aoi are permanently on your shit list

You’re relieved that Panda, Maki, and Inumaki came to your guys’ aid but like if you had your way Mai wouldn’t even exist

Anyways Maki has Panda physically restrain you while she tries to calm you down 

“(Y/N), you can kick her ass at the exchange!”

When you calm down, Panda puts you down and even though Mai’s long gone with Todou to go get his handshake, you make a promise that carries through the wind

‘Zenin Mai, pray that the next time you run across me I’m feeling kind, because if not-’, the last word is lost as the wind picks up but Mai feels a shiver rack through her body that more than ensures your message.

[hwangsies]

[1:26 am]

mark lee x reader (smut)

warnings: makeup sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration, a bad pun and mark loves ur tiddies

1 k words,

enjoy <3

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[1:26 am] yeri – mark came by to look for you, I told him you went home already

[1:26 am] yeri – everything ok with you two?

You sigh looking at the texts your best friend sent you before typing a reply.

[1:27 am] you – yea we just had a little fight, that’s why he didn’t tag along tonight

[1:27 am] you – didn’t wanna ruin the mood so I didn’t say anything

[1:28 am] yeri – aw no babe you should’ve told me! I would’ve told him off then

You giggle at her reply, because she would’ve done that.

[1:29 am] you – it’s okay, it was really stupid anyways

Right as you hit send on your message, you hear your front door unlocking and mark walk in. You know its mark because you’ve been together long enough for you to recognize him by his footsteps and walking pattern, stumbling at least two times when taking off his shoes.

Quickly you turn off your phone and roll over to your side. Not ten second later your bedroom door gets gently pushed open.

“y/n? baby?” your boyfriend whispers, when you don’t answer he sneaks inside.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and slide the skinny jeans off of his legs before your blanket lifts behind you and he slips underneath.

Almost instantly you can feel the heat that radiates off of his body, his hand however is cold from outside when it slides over your upper arm.

“I know you’re awake” he whispers pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You keep your eyes closed as he continues talking.

“I’m sorry about what I said earlier baby, I was being a dick and I don’t even know why” his voice is soft as he apologizes.

“you were being a dick because you didn’t want me to wear that skirt” you remind him quietly.

“yea” he sighs “which was dumb, I’m really sorry I ruined your evening” he lays down on his side and slides his hand in between your arm and waist.

You turn around in his arms, his hand coming up to cup your cheek “I’m sorry” he whispers.

“I know” you nod before you press your lips to his.

“I got a bunch of compliments for that skirt, you know?” you mumble, playing with the neckline of his shirt.

“of course you did, because you looked hot as hell in it” he chuckles apologetically, running his fingers through your hair “I got defensive and insecure for no reason when I could’ve just been the guy with the most beautiful girl at that party but” he shakes his head softly “I had to ruin it” he mumbles before apologising again.

“I forgive you baby” you cradle his cheek in your hand “just don’t pull that again, its really not cute” you say, pouting.

“I won’t” he brushes his lips against yours “can I make it up to you?” his hand wanders to the slope of your waist.

“mmh-how?” you grin against his lips.

“however you want” mark says before closing the distance in between your lips.

Your hands rake through his hair, messing it up before he shifts to hover above you.

His lips attach to the side of your neck to suck a bruise into your skin, at which you moan out.

“like it when I mark you up baby?” he mumbles against your skin, you whine out a ‘yes’ before his head shoots up.

“no pun intended” he grins goofily.

“oh my god” you groan at his bad joke before pulling him down to meet your lips again by his cheeks.

He giggles into the kiss before sitting up to take off your shirt.

Marks grin fades when he sees your naked chest “fuck” he groans, cupping your breasts and pushing them together to the maximum before sucking each nipple in between his soft lips.

“mark” you moan when his tongue toys with one of the hardened nubs but he ignores your whines, kissing down your stomach as he hooks his fingers under your panties to pull them off as well.

“come here” you say gesturing for him to come up again.

“wanted to eat you out” he looks up at you with big eyes, pressing a kiss to your hipbone.

You smile, exhaling “you can but take off your shirt”

Mark grins before pulling his shirt over his head, his hands smooth over your thighs as he gently pushes them up and apart.

His eyes lock with yours when he leans down to leave wet kisses along your inner thigh.

"dont tease markie" you whine, threading your finger through his soft hair.

"mm-okay" he humms, tickling the sensitive skin as he lifts his right hand to your lips

Instinctively you open your mouth and let your boyfriend slide two of his digits inbetween your lips.

You keep eyecontact as you suck and coat his fingers with your saliva.

"you're so sexy" he grunts, releasing his fingers from your mouth with an obscene pop from your side.

Him bringing his fingers down to slide them through your folds has your keening.

"so wet" he muses before positioning himself to lick a flat stripe up your core.

Moans tumble from your lips the more he gets into it, sucking and slurping at your juices.

Two of his fingers curling inside of you, rubbing against your gspot.

"fuck" you groan at a particular harsh suck on your clit.

"m gonna cum" you whimper, pulling at his soft hair.

"cum baby" mark smacks his lips against you, the vibrations rolling through your abdomen.

"oh-my" your eyes roll back and toes curl against his shoulders as your orgasm rushes through your body.

"wanna ride you" you mumble against his lips after sitting up, he moans into the kiss at the thought of you perched above him.

He presses a kiss to your pubic bone after riding you through your high, sitting up again.

He sits up against the headboard as you help take off his boxers. Wrapping your hand around his cock and spreading the drops of precum over him while straddling him.

His fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles over the bud as the other hand stabalizes your hip.

"baby-fuck" mark groans when you sink down on him. His hands squeezing at your breasts before he leans down to capture your nipple in between his lips.

Your eyes roll back as you lean back and start grinding your hips into his.

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a/n: hi thank u sm for reading!! i thought id give u guys this bc i know alot of ppl are waiting for the 2nd part of galvanising green...but im still working on it and i have work tomorrow so it probably wont be up before monday! Im sorry🥺 but thank u so much on the amount of love on the first part, which was really just a spurt of the moment kind of idea lol thank u💓

[dc41896]

New Roommate

Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff, slight mentions of seggsy time

“We’re gonna have so much fun bubbas. We’re gonna go to the park, on hikes-oh! And the beach! I already know you’re gonna love it,” you beam rubbing noses with the two-month, blue nose pitbull who was trying to lick your face. “First though, I gotta get your dad on board.”

It’s not that your boyfriend didn’t want or like dogs. He always said how he’d love to have one someday when he was settled somewhere.

However that “somewhere” to Paul was a house with plenty yard space, an adequate amount of privacy, and maybe located in the suburbs. Not your recently renovated, two bedroom apartment you both just happened to move into about a month ago.

You made an agreement that you wouldn’t get any pets (well besides a fish, and a small one at that) to not risk messing anything up and having some sort of consequence, which would more than likely be in monetary form. Entranced by the short haired, too adorable for words pup though, you honestly could care less about the consequences.

Plus you just knew your little buddy wouldn’t cause any trouble. You could see that in his round, soft grey eyes.

“So, you’re gonna stay with your auntie Raye until I can work my charm on him okay?” The pup only tilts his head before letting out a small bark and making you pout as you hug him close. “I know but it’s only temporary. A night at most.”

Paul typically didn’t get home until later in the evening now that he was on a new case, so you had plenty of time to clean up any traces of dog left behind after Raye would leave and start cooking his favorite meal. As an added bonus, you also thought about your short, lilac, ruched number with spaghetti straps that always made his eyes light up when you wore it. He claimed it perfectly complimented your skin and made you look even more angelic as his hands always seemed to find your sides, the small of your back, or lower if you were right beside him (which of course you typically were).

However, hearing the familiar thud of boots journeying down the hall and rattling of keys, something told you that plan might not work now.

You quickly stand up, taking the probably confused puppy with you to the bathroom where you sit him in the empty tub, along with his new bone shaped chew toy, kneeling with a finger over your lips.

“Stay here and be really quiet okay?,” you whisper just as you hear the front door unlock. Quietly rushing to close the room door behind you, you muster your best ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ smile while you approached the tired looking man.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets, sweetly pecking your lips.

“Hey, you’re home early today.”

“Yea, we had a break in the case and went undercover to get the suspect which led to a chase, then a fight, and me having bruises forming as we speak.”

Dropping his bag by the dinner table, a sigh followed by a short wince leaves his mouth as he sinks into the leather couch cushions letting his head fall back and eyes close.

“Alright plan B it is,” you think to yourself moving behind him to gently massage his shoulders, occasionally letting your hands journey forward along his pecs giving them attention as well. Hearing a soft moan at his approaching relaxed state urges you to continue, knowing you’d soon have him exactly where you wanted.

“Aww I’m sorry babe. Where does it hurt?”

“My sides mostly, but my back a bit too.”

He helps you remove his fitted black shirt, a favorite of yours, letting out a short hiss from having to extend his sore muscles. Guiding him to lie down and placing one of the small throw pillows under his head, you straddle his lap letting your fingers drag along the red and light blue marks littering his sides.

“It doesn’t hurt when you breathe does it?”

“No.”

“What about this?,” you ask pressing down to feel him flinch under you.

“Ow! Babe-,”

“Sorry! Sorry just checking.” Watching him settle back into his comfortable position with arm draped over his forehead, you slowly bend forward, lips inches from his bruise looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. “And this?”

You feel his low chuckle vibrate his muscular upper body as your gentle, open mouthed kisses scatter from each injury to eventually find the spot just below his ear.

“I feel better already,” he smiles tilting your chin so your soft lips could meld with his. Kiss growing deeper with each passing second.

“Hooked like a fish,” you thought, lips never ceasing while being brought closer to his body as he sat up with hands squeezing your hips.

“Baby wait,” he states slightly leaning his head back and making you pout. “Let me go shower first. I’m sweaty and probably stink-,”

“What’s the point when you’re just gonna get sweaty again?,” you smirk taking his now red, fuller bottom lip between your teeth.

“All the more reason for you to join me then.” You can’t fully enjoy the combination of his tongue and lips on your neck from your brain hurriedly trying to figure out how to stop this man from finding your little surprise in the bathroom.

“Your, um..sides though! You know it’s gonna hurt trying to shower so just stay here with me.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me going in our bathroom?,” he asks detaching from your neck with one final bite to eye you suspiciously.

“No, of course not. I just missed you.” Batting your lashes, you nonchalantly let your nail trace a line from where his pendant sat down the middle of his abdomen and just above his buckle before he shifted, swiftly lying you on your back with one hand hooked under your knee bringing it around his waist.

Men. Always so easy.

Giggling as thumbs graze the lower band of your bra and lips return to their assault on your neck and collarbone, a high pitched bark along with scuffling makes you freeze as Paul lifts his head confused.

“You heard that right?”

“Y-Yeah. It’s probably from one of the neighbors. Speaking of dogs though-”

When the barks and scuffling become more frequent, you start to wonder if Raye would mind you staying the night since you’d surely need a place to stay with Paul being mad at you.

“Nah that sounds really close,” he replies unhooking your leg to go investigate for himself. The only thing you can do is sit and nervously wait for the inevitable hearing him open the bedroom door and eventually enter the bathroom. “Honey...!”

“Hmm?!,” you ask biting the corner of your lip, turning your head at the sound of Paul padding across the wooden floor holding the noisy pup.

“Mind telling me why this little guy was in our tub?”

“....Maybe he was a gift from the front office?,” you innocently shrug making him bring his free hand to his hip, sternly looking at you.

“Y/N...,”

“Alright. My coworker and I were bored one day and started looking through the pets the shelter had for adoption online and this little guy came across the screen and stole my heart.”

“Babe we talked about this. We can’t mess this place up.”

“I know and we won’t. Before you came home, we just hung out in here and he was so calm and sweet. Even in the tub he sat there like a good boy,” you smile standing up to scratch behind his ears making his tail wag against Paul’s side.

“That’s because he couldn’t get out since the tub is taller than him,” he retorts as you roll your eyes taking your new baby from his grasp.

“Cmon Paul look at this face and tell me you can say no.”

Holding the puppy at his eye level, there’s a few moments of silence as the two simply look at each other before the grey haired dog licks his cheek making him groan.

“You know I can’t say no. To either of you,” he softly smiles petting the short fur on his head. Seeing your pout as you bring your new friend next to your face, he lowly chuckles caressing your cheek as his lips find yours. “Alright he can stay.”

“Thank you!,” you excitedly squeal bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I already have the perfect name picked out.”

“What’s that?”

“Disco. After his dad,” you both laugh.

“Well, welcome to the family Disco,” he smiles taking him from your hands to place him on the floor where he began to sniff around getting acclimated to his new home. You’re caught off guard when you’re tossed over his broad shoulder, blood rushing to your head as you gently kick your legs laughing.

“Paul!”

“Disco, look after everything. Me and mom have some unfinished business,” he smirks closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

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[stripper-patrick]

Pretty Doll 🧸 Oscar Diaz

Warnings: smut, filth, language, choking, unprotected, English to Spanish translation, kitchen sex, blood mention, cramping, pain

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Oscar Diaz x black plus sized reader

A hard 5 knocks come at my door and I groan after finally just getting to sit down. I had just finished cleaning the house and mopping and now I’m being bothered again. I stand up and sigh walking through the foyer to the front door. I wrap my hand around the bronze knob where I twist and open the door being met with these honey brown eyes that I used to go crazy for. Spooky.

“Hey Spooky. I’m sorry were you calling me?” I grab my phone out of my back pocket and he shakes his head.

“No I just figured now would be a good time to drop him off before it gets too late” I step to the side where he brings in our son, Zander who’s obviously sleepy.

“Hi mommy” he hugs my hips and I rub his back

“Hi baby”

“Uh I was hoping we could talk Y/N” I look at him and nod taking the sleepy boy by his hand. “Go in the kitchen and help yourself while I get him settled” I take Aamir upstairs undressing him and placing him into his pajamas which consist of some grey shorts and a paw patrol shirt. I get Zander in the bed and tuck him in kissing his head watching his heavy eyelids finally fall. I turn out the lamp and turn on his night light. I shut the door and go downstairs seeing Spooky sitting down with a glass of water. He taps at the glass and I sit down across from him waiting for what he has to say. He stays silent staring at the glass

“How was he today” I break the silence

“He was great yea we went fishing and he caught a big one. A snapper.” He nods “then we went and got lunch and walked around town for a bit”

“Sounds fun” a wave of silence falls upon us again and I look at him “Spooky did something happen?”

“Nah Nah me and Cesar are ok” he says “I just” he pauses for a second searching for his words “miss you” I feel my blood boil instantly after he said that. Our past was exactly the greatest. We used to do stupid shit. I got busted for petty theft then found out I was pregnant. Oscar took the blame for me but that doesn’t dismiss how I found 2 other bitches in the bed we shared. One of them being my very own blood.

“You miss me? The fuck do you mean you miss me? Oscar you fucking cheated on me with my sister. Everything that ruined our relationship was because of your selfish ass.” I stand up in disbelief noticing my fists balled and my body trembling in anger “because of you I don’t and will never talk to her anymore, because of you we aren’t the happy family I hoped for, and because of you Zander has to ask why daddy can’t come stay with us” I yell. His nostrils flare as he stands tall above me

“You done?”

“Am I done? Are you-“ I watch as his big brown eyes roll to the back of his head as I keep running off at the mouth. All of a sudden I’m cut short when his large hand is pressed to the top of my behind pulling our bodies close and his lips seal any leftover space between us. His kiss was like the first time, so mesmerizing, so sweet. I can’t help but place my hands on his shoulder while the other sits on the back of his neck. Oscar picks me up by my thighs where I feel his bulge pressing against my center. I try to grind down on it but he moans slapping the side of my behind. I’m pressed between Oscar and the stove feeling him grind against my gushing pussy.

He moves to my ear leaving a small kiss before whispering “Mi linda muñeca, te romperé” I let out a small moan just barely above my breath. I feel his lips curl into a smile against my neck.

“Please fuck me” I beg. Oscar drops his pants and I pull off my underwear. Just like old times he fills me up and puts my leg on his shoulder. My other leg hangs off his waist as he grabs the back of my neck pulling me closer. Oscar drops his head on my chest holding me close while plowing me out. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced and I can feel how bad he misses me. I ball up his shirt in my hand as he relentlessly plowing on my g-spot making me see stars “Oscar” I moan

“That’s it baby say my name. Whos making your pussy quiver like this”

“You fuck” he pulls my other leg on his shoulder somehow going deeper inside of me. Oscar speeds up his rhythm and I wince at the small pain but the pleasure feels so food to even speak on it. Oscar plants his lips on mine in a sloppy kiss and rubs my clit with his thumb making my hips jerk.

“I’m gonna cum” I warn biting my lip. I bring him close to me as our bodies move in sync bringing us to our highs. Oscar keeps a tight grip on my quivering thigh as my juices leak onto him and his inside of me. Oscar sucks on my neck moaning and groaning as he penetrates every drop of his cum into me. I run my fingers through his very short hair as he finally starts to slow down.

After a few more pumps he stops breathing heavily on my neck. I pull his face up to mine kissing him sweetly. My throat is dry from the moaning. “Can you stay the night please”

“Yea of course”

“And I need you to carry me I can’t walk” I laugh.

“Yes ma’am” he pulls up his pants buttoning them and sipping them up before pulling down his shirt. He picks me up taking me upstairs. I pull off my clothes not even bothering with pajamas. Oscar strips down to his boxers getting in the bed curling up next to me.

He turns on his side and I wrap my leg around his waist and my arm intertwined with his. “I feel like a backpack” I laugh. Oscar lets out a small rumble

“I hate you” he snickers

....

I wake up to terrible cramps in my stomach and I turn trying to push them away. The sun shines bright on my eyes forcing me to wake up. I sit up feeling more cramps hit. This is weird. I feel a warm wet feeling between my legs and pull over the covers seeing a substantial amount of blood on the sheets and in my lower body. “Oscar” I tap his arm and he stirs in his sleep turning his head to me. Eyes still closed.

“Oscar wake up” I grab my phone alarmed dialing my moms number

He finally opens those pretty hazel eyes and sees I’m in a panic “que pasa mamacita?”

“I’m bleeding and cramping really bad and I don’t know why?” He jolts up and sees the blood

“Is it your period?”

“No that already happened this month” I’m starting to get squeamish and antsy. My mom finally picks up “hey honey”

“Hey mom I need you to watch Zander I need to go to the hospital” Oscar comes around to my side of the bed and I stand up with his help. I double over in pain as another cramp comes my way.

“Why what’s wrong”

“I don’t know I just need you around here ASAP”

“I’m on my way” I hang up and go into the bathroom cleaning myself up and showering. “Jesus it hurts so bad” I say washing the blood off of me. Oscar is standing there swigging some mouth wash. I step out and he holds onto me so I don’t faint.

I brush my teeth and hear the doorbell ring “that’s my mom” he groans rolling his eyes. Oscar leaves going downstairs to open the door. I finish and go into my room grabbing some fresh underwear and a bra. I grab some leggings and a t-shirt and some crocs. I pull the sheets and Oscar and my mom both appear in the frame.

“Don’t worry about that I’ll have that done for you just go” she says. I hug her thanking her. Oscar walks with me downstairs.

“There’s a lot of pressure down there” I say. His eyes go wide because the last time he heard that I was in labor.

“Aw shit” he picks me up taking me outside. Oscar locks the door and I walk to the car getting in. He gets in on the drivers side backing out and I take a deep breath.

...

“So what seems to be the issue today?” The male doctor asks. Oscar studies him intently.

“Uhhh my period happened 2 weeks ago and shouldn’t happen for the rest of the month but I’m bleeding and cramping pretty bad” I say

“Ok have you been sexually active in the 24-48 hours?” I look to Oscar and he looks at me with a smirk

“Yes last night”

“Ok do you mind if I take a look?”

“Please” he puts on a fresh pair of gloves and I place my legs in the stirrups. The doctor goes down examining everything and he inserts two fingers inside of me which is highly uncomfortable. I can oscars hand trying to breathe through it. He touches my cervix and I gasp squeezing oscars hand.

“Your vagina is somewhat swollen and your cervix is bruised. That’s mainly caused my penetration”

“So excuse my language but you mean to tell me he beat my pussy up so bad that it’s now bruised?”

“Yes correct” he chuckles “we can prescribe you some for the cramps but other than that no penetration too crazy for the next 2 weeks just to be safe”

“2 weeks?!” Oscar speaks up

“Yes” he removes his gloves throwing them away

“You damn sure won’t be touching me for 2 weeks”

“I’ll write up something for you. Be safe” he leaves the room and I hit Oscar in his chest.

“Damn mami what you hit me for?”

“You bruised my cervix. It’s already bad enough your sons fat ass head just like yours tore my vagina and now you beat it up so much that it’s bruised” I’m completely shocked

“Well I mean shit the way you were moaning sounded like you didn’t want me to stop”

“I swear on everything I’ll kick your ass” the doctor comes back in with the note for my medicine

“Here’s this I sent it in and you guys are good to go” he leaves back out and I grab my leggings

“I’m glad I did it rather than some other asshole” he says

“If I could I’d kick you right now” I roll my eyes

[captain-josslett]

Broken Melody - Part Three

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 4.2k+

Warnings: Feels! I definitely got feels writing this!

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor (Eventual), Alex Danvers x Kelly OlsenIn 

This Part: It’s the Christmas concert!

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

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Emma Danvers paces back and forth backstage. Her blonde, wavy hair was down with loads of volume. Her long, glittery, white gold dress swishing against the floor as she paced. Emma was slightly worried about the very deep plunging neckline but her stylist managed to find material that matched her skin tone to accomplish the allusion. They understood why Emma didn’t want to show lots of skin, especially as kids were watching. But they believe that if you’ve got it, flaunt it. And Emma definitely had it.

Emma takes a deep breath as she can hear the audience beginning to enter the huge theatre and her nerves start shooting all over the place. The rehearsals have gone the best they could with only five days to practice. But, Emma still worries she could have done more.

“There you are!” Emma turns around and smiles at Karen, the choir leader and director. A grey haired, black woman, who was ready to put Emma in her place if she became a diva. But to her surprise, Emma Danvers is anything but. “Everyone is in the rehearsal room. Do you want to warm up with us?”

“I’d love to!” Emma says eagerly and follows Karen, placing a hand on her shoulder. “How is everyone feeling?”

“Nervous, excited, scared, joyful, wanting to throw up every minute!” Karen laughs loudly and Emma smiles as she hears the choir’s nervous chatter inside the rehearsal room.

“Basically how I’m feeling all in one!” Emma jokes as they stand outside the door.

“Ready?” Karen asks.

“You bet.” Emma nods and Karen opens the door to thunderous applause. Emma goes in after her and joins the cheering and foot stamping. After a few minutes of getting everyone pumped Karen holds up her hands and instantly everyone quietens down. They do fifteen of vocal and physical warm ups and Emma can’t help but feel a bit sad at knowing after the concert she won’t be working with the choir again. Not until her new album at least. Having already planned some songs she could do with the choir.

“Fifteen minutes everyone!” The stage manager calls from the door.

Nerves instantly flood Emma again and she bites the inside of her lip. She watches Karen hold up her hands and the excited chatter dies down.

‘She holds such power and authority!’ Emma thinks admiringly.

“I’m not going to say much. Just that I am very proud of each and every one of you. Your commitment over the past few days has been phenomenal-”

Emma nods and claps her hands lightly around the group. Many make eye contact with her and smile brightly.

“- and all I ask is that you enjoy yourselves out there tonight. Sing your hearts out and let’s show the world what Kingdom Choir can do!”

Everyone applauds and Karen looks to Emma, tilting her head asking if she wants to say something. Emma smiles and nods. Karen lifts her hands again and everyone stands to attention.

“I just wanted to say a huge, big, thank you to all of you. When I was told that the previous act had pulled out, you guys instantly came to my mind and I’m so glad Karen said yes!” Emma reaches out and places a hand on Karen’s shoulder. Who covers Emma’s hand with her own.

“Now, I know some of y’all were a bit sceptical when y’all heard y’all’d be singing with me.” Emma puts on an over the top country twang, causing a few giggles and agreements. She switches back to her normal voice. “But thank you for giving me the chance to show you what I can do. This has truly been a wonderful experience and I’m going to really treasure it as I move into the next part of this journey.” Emma smiles around at the group before continuing.

“The profits from the seats and those paying to view this online have gone way past the expectation. Meaning even more money towards the equipment needed for the children’s hospital and really that is the main reason we are here. To help those in need, to show compassion and to hold out a hand. So, as Karen has said, just sing your hearts out.” The group applaud loudly and stomp their feet, ready to go out onto the stage and give the performance of their lives.

Emma turns and leads the group out. She plays with her hands as she mentally prepares herself to become Emma the singer.

“Here you are!” A sound technician hands Emma her microphone. The curtain was still down and would be raised as the show begins.

“Thanks.” Emma waits by the wings and lets Karen and the choir go past her. She holds out her right hand and everyone high fives her as they get onto the stage.

The announcement comes over the speakers that the show is about to begin. The crowd cheers and Emma takes a deep breath as she steps onto the stage. She looks at the amazing decorations, a huge, decorated Christmas tree stands at the other end of the stage. Fairy lights are everywhere giving the huge stage a cosy and warm feel. She looks at the orchestra and the choir, giving them encouraging smiles. The countdown begins and the crowd joins in. Finally it reaches zero and the curtain slowly rises up.

‘Here we go!’ Emma thinks as ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts playing.

-- -- --

Kara can’t help but bounce up and down in excitement as the Superfriends wait for the concert to start. The atmosphere in the theatre is electric and buzzing. They are sitting near the front in the middle of the huge theatre.

“Kara!” Alex whispers to her sister. “Can you please stop bouncing?!”

Kara immediately stops and looks apologetically at the redhead. “Sorry Alex! I’m just so excited!”

“So am I! But you don’t see me bouncing up and down like a jack in the box!” Alex laughs and shakes her head.

“Kara?” Eliza says next to Lena, who is sitting next to Kara. Lena had offered to swap with Eliza so she could sit next to Kara, but Eliza refused. Stating she was happy where she is. Kara whips her head round to her adopted mother. “Have you remembered to put the dampers on?” Eliza says quietly, not wanting to be overhead. Kara nods and shows the light on the frame of her glasses. When it became clear Emma was going to be in a loud band, Eliza and Alex had worked on equipment for Kara to drown out a lot of the noise that would overwhelm her. That’s if Kara remembered to turn them on. At many gigs Alex would have to engage the device when she saw Kara flinching from over exposure.

Eliza smiles at her daughter and goes back to reading the programme. “I still can’t believe Emma managed to sort this out in so little time!” Eliza says to no one in particular. She wasn’t meant to be in National City for another few days but due to Emma performing she decided to change her plans and come a few days early.

Lena looks down at her own programme, the choice of songs showing a wide variety of hymns and modern songs. “Knowing Emma though, she can do anything she puts her mind to.”

“That is true.” Eliza smiles at the CEO. “Thank you for giving Emma this opportunity. She was so excited when she called about it.”

“I’m the one that should be thanking her!” Lena smiles brightly. “I still can’t believe the amount of people outside trying to buy tickets off us!”

“Yea!” Sam agrees next to Ruby, who is sat next to Eliza. “I had one guy offer me $10,000 for Ruby and my ticket!”

“$10,000?” Kara yells with wide eyes.

“Yea! Mom almost took it too!” Ruby grins as Sam playfully nudges her daughter. But before Sam can comment she’s interrupted by a voice over the speakers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! The concert is about to start-” Kara cheers loudly along with most of the theatre. Lena claps and beams with her.

The twenty second countdown begins and all the Superfriends join in. Lena can practically feel herself vibrating with anticipation. As zero is displayed the curtain slowly ascends and Emma appears. Lena’s breath is immediately stolen as she takes her in. Her eyes roaming over the shiny, white gold ball gown.

“She looks so beautiful!” Kara whispers in Lena’s ear, who nods in agreement.

The song starts and Emma lifts the microphone to her lips.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas.

Whoops and cheers sound from the crowd as Emma’s strong, velvet voice sings out.

Pride fills the Superfriends immediately and Alex can’t help but tear up. Kara reaches down and takes a hold of her hand. They smile at each other and focus on their sister.

As the tempo picks up Emma and the choir start dancing. Everyone in the audience gets onto their feet clapping and dancing along.

Lena is blown away by Emma’s performance. How she seems to include everyone in the audience, from those right at the front to those in the balcony seats looking down.

Cause baby all I want for Christmas is You!

The crowd cheers when Emma hits the high note and continues to improvise with the choir.

-- -- --

All I want for Christmas.

As Emma finishes the last notes of the song the audience roars in applause. Emma bows her head for a moment in acknowledgement. Raising her head she puts the microphone to her lips.

“Thank you!” She says gratefully and the audience still cheers. “Thank you!” Emma can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love she is receiving. She looks all around the theatre and to those in the ‘god seats’ high above her. “Thank you so much! Please take your seats.”

She walks to the grand piano and takes a sip of her water hidden from view. “Well, that went well.” Emma says into the microphone, causing the audience to laugh. “I must say you are all in fine voice tonight!” A few cheers call out. Emma swears she hears her sisters among them. “But, before we do any more songs, please put your hands together for Kingdom Choir and the wonderful National City orchestra!”

Emma turns to them and applauds. Careful not to whack her microphone. Not wanting to annoy the sound technician.

“Seriously these guys are superheroes. As you know, we haven’t had long to prepare this and the level of commitment and energy these guys have… It’s just been amazing.” Taking another sip of her water she places it back in its hiding spot and walks back to the centre of the stage.

“So, ready for another song?”

“YES!” The audience cheer loudly.

Emma nods at the conductor and the first notes of ‘O Holy Night’ start playing.

-- -- --

Lena is sure she is going to have goosebumps permanently on her skin for the rest of her life. The level of passion and power in Emma’s voice is breathtaking. Throughout the song it feels like a warmth Lena can’t describe fills the theatre. As if heaven had entered and the angels were singing along. Lena’s vision blurs and she blinks in surprise. Tears fall down her cheeks and she wipes them away with her finger. She sees Kara look over at her and they smile softly at each other. Kara wraps an arm around her best friend and they continue watching Emma.

As the song closes the applause is again deafening. Lena stands to her feet immediately, still wiping tears from her face.

“Thank you.” Emma’s voice is barely heard over the roar of the crowd. After a few minutes she motions with her hands for the audience to sit. Finally they do and Emma’s eyes lock with Lena’s for a moment and Lena gives her a tearful smile. Emma returns it, also focusing on her Mom, sisters and friends before looking around the theatre. “How about another fast one?”

-- -- --

The next few songs has everyone dancing on their feet and Emma dances along with them. Not wanting tonight to end.

“Wooo! Now that… That was fun!” Emma breathes out, trying to catch her breath. She laughs as the choir calls out in agreement. “Can you believe we are over halfway in our evening together?!”

“Noooo!!!” Emma laughs as she hears Kara yell loudly.

“But, if I may-” Emma takes another quick sip before putting the water down. “We all know why we are here tonight.” She walks slowly back to the centre of the stage. You could hear a pin drop. The theatre is so quiet as they watch her. “To support the utterly commendable work done at The Luthor Children’s Hospital. Now even though most of us haven’t used the service, and God forbid if you even need to. But, we all know the importance of our health and for our hospitals to have the best equipment and staff to continue serving our city.”

“I’ve gone to the hospital many times to visit the kids. Especially those who used their Make A Wish to meet me.” Emma smiles sadly, always remembering the little faces of joy as she’d enter the room. “And in the hospital, they have a wall, a special, in memoriam wall.” Taking a deep breath Emma swallows the emotion threatening to spill out. The amount of pictures she saw as she took the time to look over them. Such young children, taken far too soon.

“I’m reminded of the cold hard truth, that we don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring. That we lose those we love along the way.” Emma takes another deep breath and looks up at the ceiling above her. Remembering her Dad. The one she remembers before he was taken and changed. The one she grieves. “And yes, Christmas is a joyous time, to celebrate and remember. But, if I may, I’d like to pay tribute to those no longer with us.”

Softly the piano starts playing and Emma pulls herself together to sing the song. On the screen behind her photos of the departed, sent in by the public, is shown.

The fire is burning, the room's all aglow  Outside the December wind blows Away in the distance The carollers sing in the snow.

The audience stays quiet as Emma gently sings.

She can’t help but remember the last Christmas with her Dad. How they played in the snow with her sisters and sat around a roaring fire once they changed out of their wet clothes. The feeling of sitting on her Dad’s lap and have him wrap his big arms around her.

Everybody's laughing The world is celebrating And everyone's so happy Except for me tonight.

Emma uses more of her support to increase the volume in her voice for the chorus. She tries to keep her eyes off the monitors showing the pictures of peoples loved ones.

Because I miss you most at Christmas time And I can't get you, get you off my mind Every other season comes along and I'm all right But then I miss you, most at Christmas time.

She makes it through the next few verses and chorus but feels she’s starting to break near the bridge. Knowing the next set of photos are of Jeremiah and her family. She had asked her Mom and sisters if it would be okay and they readily agreed. But, now Emma isn’t sure if it was the best idea.

In the springtime those memories start to fade with the April rain

A picture of a child Emma on top of Jeremiah’s shoulders is shown when they went on a long hike. A young Alex and Kara are standing either side of Jeremiah, they are all smiling brightly at the camera.

Through the summer days till autumn's leaves are gone

Another photo comes on showing Emma and Jeremiah asleep on the sofa. Emma is resting against her Dad’s chest and he has his arms around her.

I get by without you till the snow begins to fall.

The last picture of Emma and Jeremiah flash up, showing the family's last Christmas together. One where they are all sat around the table having their Christmas meal.

Emma closes her eyes for a moment, remembering that last Christmas so clearly. How she always struggled with Christmases after that. They were never the same.

When she opens her eyes to sing the last chorus tears stream down her face. Her voice cracks but she pushes through.

And then I miss you most at Christmas time And I can't get you, no, no, no, get you off my mind Every other season comes along and I'm all right

Emotion overtake Emma and a sob escapes her lips. She lowers the microphone slightly and drops her head. The orchestra pauses. A few people in the crowd cheer in support of Emma. Who takes a shuddering breath and lifts her head and microphone. Eyes full of tears.

But then I miss you, most at Christmas time.

When the piano finishes the last chords, Karen and a few other choir members race up to Emma and hold her in a group hug. The audience raises the roof in their cheers and there isn’t a dry eye to be seen.

Alex, Kara, Lena and Eliza also get into a group hug. Lena tries not to feel awkward in how she’s imposing on this family moment. But she had no choice when both blonde’s beside her pulled her into it. She keeps her eyes on Emma who is trying to compose herself. She watches as Karen places Emma’s face in her hands and gently wipes the tears away. Obviously saying something encouraging to the blonde who nods and smiles sadly.

Soon Karen and the choir members get back into position and Emma takes a deep breath. “Who's ready for some more dancing?”

The audience cheers and gets to their feet as ‘Underneath The Tree’ begins.

-- -- --

When the final note of the upbeat version of ‘Joy To The World’ finishes Emma curtsies low at the applauding crowd. She can’t quite believe the concert is over as it all feels like a blur now. Confetti shoots into the air and the audience whoop. Emma rises and holds her hand out to the orchestra who keeps playing the upbeat melody. The audience cheers and the conductor bows. Emma next holds her hand out to the light and sound technicians at the back. Finally she holds her hand out to the choir behind her and the rush towards her. Gathering round her and dancing to the beat. They all wave when the curtain starts to descend, cheering and clapping with all their might.

When the curtain stops moving, separating the audience from the stage, Emma takes a deep breath.

“Well done Emma.” Karen pulls her into a tight hug. “That went better then we rehearsed!”

“Always the way!” Emma laughs and Karen nods in agreement. They pull apart but Karen keeps her face near Emma’s ear to talk to her. The choir still cheering and clapping with the orchestra.

“What are your plans? We are thinking of going to a local bar.”

“Ah I have plans with my sisters and friends.”

“No worries, it was a last minute thing anyway.” Karen smiles at her before turning to her group and dances with them.

Emma watches them for a moment before heading to her dressing room. Her whole body is buzzing with adrenaline, which she knows won’t last forever. And when she crashes she wants to be sat on a sofa with a pizza on her lap.

But it takes her a while to get to said dressing room as many people backstage congratulate her. She thanks them and breathes a sigh of relief when she can close the door behind her.

She grabs her phone and smiles at the many messages from the Superfriends. Mainly from Kara who sends a load of different emojis to express how she’s feeling. She sees the message from her Mom saying she will see her tomorrow as she’s heading back to the hotel to rest. Emma sends her a quick response of understanding before opening the Superfriend’s group chat.

Emma: Thanks everyone! I’ll see you at Kara’s soon! Please order the pizza as I’m starving!

Alex: Do you want us to wait for you?

Emma: No you go on ahead. I won’t be long.

Emma quickly changes into her skinny jeans, tank top and red leather jacket, not bothering to take her makeup off yet. She packs her bags and zips the beautiful dress in its cover. Emma places it on the clothes rail outside her dressing room. She passes the rehearsal room and pokes her head in saying bye to Karen and the choir.

Exiting through the stage door into the garage Emma is surprised to see someone stood by the bug. She quickly approaches and smiles when she sees who it is. “Lena?”

The raven haired beauty looks up from her phone and the smile she gives Emma makes the blonde go weak at the knees.

“Hi.” Lena says softly before pulling Emma into a hug. “You… Em… I don’t have any words for how amazing you were tonight.”

“Thanks Lee.” Emma says gently. She pulls back and places a kiss on Lena’s forehead. “Ready to go?” Emma asks as she unlocks the bug. Lena nods and makes her way over to the passenger side.

The drive to Kara’s was quick as most of the traffic from the theatre had already gone. A few fans were still hanging out on the street and cheered as Emma drove past. She waved at them and smiled while still paying attention to the road.

As they enter Kara’s building Emma can feel the adrenaline starting to wear off. “Why does Kara not have an elevator again?” Emma complains to herself as her movements noticeably slows.

Lena pokes her head around the corner having gone on ahead and heard Emma grumble. “Are you okay?”

“Yea, just starting to feel it.” Emma grabs onto either side of the railings and hurls her body up the stairs. Loud footsteps coming from above make her look up. Suddenly Kara and Alex are standing at the top of the flight of stairs. Lena smiles at them and continues past them, walking up to Kara’s floor.

“Need a hand?” Alex smiles down at her sister.

“No. I can-” Emma takes a step but falters. “Please.” Emma sighs out.

Both sisters race down to her and take an arm each.

“If you ever move can you please get a place with an elevator?” Emma breathes out as they walk together up the stairs.

“No promises little one!” Kara sings out and laughs as Emma huffs.

“Anyway, you are young, fit and healthy!” Alex teases, poking Emma in the side, causing the blonde to squeal and slap Alex’s hand away.

“Normally yes, but when you perform for almost two hours sometimes your body decides to do other things.” Emma grumbles.

Eventually they reach the top of the stairs, Alex lets go and heads to the apartment door.

Emma rests her head on Kara’s shoulder as they walk the short distance towards their eldest sister. Alex smiles at them and pushes the door open.

Applause greets Emma as she steps through and she feels her cheeks heating up in a blush. She smiles shyly and accepts the hugs from the Superfriends.

Finally Emma sits down on the sofa next to Lena and Sam. Pizza is laid out on the coffee table and Emma is given the honours of choosing first.

When everyone has chosen and has settled, Kara clears her throat. “As with tradition after one of Emma’s gigs.” Kara starts speaking and Emma stops chewing, frowning at what her sister is about to do. “Alex and I always talk about our favourite parts.” She smiles brightly at her sisters. “So, I will go first. My favourite bit was during ‘Hark! The Herald Angels Sing’ and you added in the ‘Gloria’ part and the organ came in. Literally the hairs on my arms, well, all over my body, stood on end!” All the Superfriends nod. “Oh and when you had members of the choir throw chocolate and candy into the audience during ‘Joy To The World’.”

“Of course you would choose that Kara.” Alex says sat on the floor, rolling her eyes.

“Well, what's yours?” Kara laughs.

Sighing heavily Alex looks down at her pizza.

“Alex?” Emma tilts her head. Knowing what Alex must be thinking.

“My favourite bit was… when you sang for Dad.” Alex swallows and bites her lip. “It hurt but... it was such a wonderful tribute.” Tears fill Alex’s eyes and she looks away embarrassed.

Emma places her plate on the table and quickly makes her way over to her eldest sister. She kneels on the floor and engulfs Alex in a hug. The redhead sighs happily and buries her head into Emma’s neck.

When they pull apart Emma stays sitting beside Alex. She reaches out for her plate and rests her head on Alex’s shoulder as she continues to eat.

“That was one of my favourite moments too.” Sam speaks out. “The way you sang it was next level. I can’t explain it. Like you poured your very soul into it.”

“Thanks Sam.” Emma smiles at the brunette and continues to listen to the Superfriends feedback. Soon they move onto sharing their past Christmas memories. But Emma's eyes start to get more and more heavy and she can’t help but close them as she still leans against her older sister.

Feeling happy and content with how well the concert went she drifts off into a peaceful nap.

(Part Four)

[lavendertwilight89]

Sake

THAT’S RIGHT!!!! TWO IN ONE DAY!!!! HOLY COW!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY @keichanz

And we alllllllll know our girl the smut queen of the kingdom so what did I do??

WROTE HER SHAMELESS SMUT

You have been warned!

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It had been a little less than a month since she had returned to the feudal era to be with Inuyasha. Yesterday was her birthday (at least from what she calculated). She had been so excited that she demanded that everyone celebrate. Everyone in her context meant Sango, Miroku, Shippo, Kaede, Rin, Kirara, and of course, Inuyasha. Not the whole village.

But the headman insisted. She was training to become the new head priestess to take over for Kaede. Because she would become such an icon in the village, the headman proclaimed that this would also serve as a welcome back party as well as an introduction to her becoming a priestess in the village since originally she was ‘traveling’.

And did they celebrate. Kagome had never really partaken in drinking before. She had gone to highschool parties with her friends but it had never really piqued her interest to become so intoxicated she wouldn’t be able to remember what she had done or had her thoughts blurred and do something she’d regret the following morning.

Her friend Yuka had been on the wrong end of some alcohol; her boyfriend and her had gone all the way on accident. Something of which Yuka regretted because not only did she not remember her first time, but they had also gotten into such a huge fight about everything, they had broken up.

However every villager wanted to share the cup with her. They were so excited she had returned and wanted the blessings her presence offered. They were also thankful for a stubborn and gruff half-demon to be present for once. They claimed he had been so distant since her departure that her appearance was amazing. 

The called her return a sign from the Gods that their village would prosper; the fact not only a strong and loyal half-demon but also a powerful priestess, both of whom battled and slayed the evil Naraku, were staying and living in the village could only mean they would have good fortune and tidings.

The villagers also coaxed Inuyasha into drinking with them--something of which she had never really seen him do aside from when they visited the poison master when Sango needed her weapon fixed.

However, she learned then as well, he had a very high tolerance. She… did not.

She was about six cups in when she noticed him lingering near her, unwilling to separate from her. Not that she complained. Oh no. She did not at all. In fact, her body craved for the touch and closeness of him.

For three years all she had was wild fantasies about her untamed hanyou. And the night she returned… well… that had been the night. They spent the whole night learning every dip, curve, swell, blemish, and nook their bodies possessed. He kissed, laved, nipped, nibbled, and bit every surface of her. She, of course, returned the favor. But his marks remained for days, the thoughts still made her shiver from joy and heat. Heat in her belly that demanded he do it all day everyday. 

He also ended up marking her to her absolute happiness; something he had originally wanted to wait to do but after multiple couplings and when he finally took her on her hands and knees, he couldn’t stop himself. She assured him that was exactly what she had wanted though.

She felt something move beneath her that brought her out of her dazed and blissful thoughts of her mate. Wait--where was she?

Groaning she started to sit up, realizing immediately that was a very poor decision. Thankfully the body she was apparently laying on pulled her back down to lay on the hard chiseled chest she had fallen asleep on.

“Rest,” he moaned.

“Yash…?” She whispered hesitantly. What was he doing there?

“Nah, I’m my fucking brother. Duh, it’s me. You think I’d let anyone in your hut to see you like this?? To let anyone lay with you like this??”

“To be honest, I don’t remember too much from last night and your voice sounds nails on a chalkboard--”

“Nails on a what?!”

“Sorry, thing in my world Just shhhhh…” she whispered snuggling into his bare chest before she felt him tense.

“Kagome--”

“Please, just--lemme sleep like you just told me to??”

“Kagome--”

“Why are you acting so anxious? I was just making sure it was you.”

“Why though? Is there someone else that you’d wanna be this way with?’

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course not!” she yelled sitting up, immediately regretting the action. “Why are you being so insecure! I told you when I came back I wanted to be with you! You were the one who wanted to hide our relationship for the time being!! You were the one who didn't want to get caught in my hut at night!"

“Yea, well, that was more for your honor than mine.”

“Why?! Did I say something last night that indicated I didn’t want this??”

“Not in so many words…”

She finally took her bearings; they were in her hut, on her futon, she was still in her miko garbs--at least her haori. Her hakama were tossed by the door of her hut along with her panties. Inuyasha was sitting up leaning against the wall behind them gazing down at her worriedly. What did she do or say that got him so rattled up?

“What happened??”

“What do you remember exactly?”

“Drinking… I remember sharing a lot of sake with people for ‘good fortune’. They should have called it for ‘good death' instead. Ugh, can people die from being hungover?”

“Keh, Miroku and Sango drank a decent amount at their wedding but were fine the next morning. Must just be weak priestesses.”

“I’d take your words more seriously if you were wearing a shirt and weren’t holding me close to your God-like body.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t pout it’s not becoming, Inuyasha.”

“Go on. What else do you recall?” He pressed on. He was certainly touchy that morning.

“Uhmmm… after the sixth villager I remember you were starting to stick close to me.”

“Yea, because you were getting friendly.”

“Friendly?”

“Yea, giggling and laughing at those stupid men in the village who were trying to hit on you and shit.”

“Ohhhh, well what they said must’ve made me laugh because of the alcohol and knowing they’d never get their shot with me.”

“And…?”

“Shesh, did I not blow you last night or something? You’re extra cranky.”

“And now you think I’d take advantage of a woman like that?!”

“Jeez what is your problem!?! I told you I love you, stupid. You. As in you, Inuyasha. Y-O-U! I have never thought about another man before or anything else. We have obviously been intimate since I got back and I had no thoughts on stopping anytime soon! Why are you being so jealous and upset right now?! I was marked as yours!”

“Because when I started growling you sat me into the fucking ground and told me to behave like a fucking ‘good boy’.”

Kagome couldn’t help but laugh. Hard. It shouldn’t have been that funny. Honestly, if she was Inuyasha, she would likely be upset too but she could honestly picture the whole scene of her being ditzy, staggering around, and then him being too possessive and her reacting like she used to in the old days.

His snarl and sudden movements beneath her jostled her. Ugh, her stomach hurt. Did she mention her head hurt? He made to grab his kosode when she stopped him. 

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry. I was just picturing it. I’m sorry. You know I don’t think of you like that, Inuyasha. I want to be your mate and wife. I’ve let you take me from behind, let you lick, nip, and bite all over my body. You know I don’t have an issue with you being half inuyoukai. Hell, I even rub your ears after we’ve had sex. Did they say something??”

“More or less,” he said, averting his eyes.

“Inuyasha. You know what other people say or think doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you. Claws, dog ears, silver silky smooth hair, amber eyes that I could get lost in for days…” Oh Gods… she had stood and pulled his face to hers and true to her words; she was lost. Her core begged for him already. Demanded his attention. The mark on her back called to him.

Obviously they hadn’t had sex or anything last night; he was offended at the idea of taking her when she was that far gone. Again, something likely a villager man said. But she couldn’t imagine she actually flirted with any of them. She obviously made it home with him. Clearly tried to do something with him as well to which he stopped.

“Fuck. Kagome--I’m trying to be mad at you,” he groaned pressing his nose into her shoulder. “Stop smellin’ like that.”

“Can’t help it,” she breathed as her finger began to dance along the sides of his body until they reached the obi of his hakama and slightly tugged testing to see how mad he actually was...

When his hands didn’t stop hers, she released the tie and fell to her knees and engulfed his already hardened length into her mouth.

His claws stroked her scalp and threaded through her hair. Gods, his moans, his groans, his growls made her so wet. But this was about calming the inner beat within him. Or, was it about counseling the human heart that felt so many doubts? Who really knew. Either way, this was about proving her love to him. Ensuring he knew who she really wanted in her life, in her body--and currently in her mouth.

She used her tongue to coat his cock with her spit to make sure it was slick and ready to be taken fast and hard. She learned quickly she lacked a gag reflex. Thank every Kami out there because Inuyasha was far from average. In regards to everything. Bobbing her head, she ate his sounds like they were her fuel; technically they were since they were the things that made her grind her own thighs together for some relief as the flame in her own sex was growing larger and larger, demanding for someone to stroke it. But this wasn’t about finding her own pleasure. No. Not yet.

That morning it was all about him. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and so she did what she knew how to do best since they started learning about their likes and dislikes; she took her hand and fondled his balls, her other wrapped around his body and scratched his back as she moaned around the cock that was deeply buried in her mouth.

“Fuck, Kagome--I’m gonna--” he whimpered needily and desperately. His little ears were pressed so hard to his head and his eyes were squeezed shut.

She hummed her response knowing that he loved the sensations. He loved that she would drink him up without hesitation. But why wouldn't she? She’d do anything for him. If that meant swallowing his cum, she would. It wasn’t bad either. She liked how he tasted. As dumb as it sounded, it tasted like sex. And it was hot. Especially when he would throw her down after and lavish her body in return.

He came after another bob of her head while her teeth lightly grazed him on the way back down. She remained there, using only her tongue and hand to continue to lave and rub him to keep his erection going. Part of him being far from average; he could go multiple rounds without rest.

“Good?” she finally asked as she withdrew her mouth, smirking up at him.

“Dirty trick, wench,” he growled as he hoisted her up by her shoulders.

“Mmmmm, that’s why Sango and Miroku weren’t hung over. Drinking your partner helps hangovers,” she teased, lying through her teeth. Or maybe it was true. She didn’t really know for sure. But it could be slightly true? 

“Is that right?” He caught the joke and wanted to play in return.

“Probably why I wanted you last night,” she waved her arm towards her pants.

“Keh… You definitely wanted it.”

“Why didn’t you--”

“We’ll talk after I take care of you,” he smirked, pinning her to the wall and dropping to his own knees. He hoisted up her leg over his shoulder and dug in. Literally.

She had heard other girls complain about when guys would go down on them. How it wasn’t… good? How they had no idea what they were doing. Their tongues never hit the correct spot, but that was so far from the truth for Inuyasha. In fact, he knew exactly where his tongue should be but the jerk loved teasing her. Making sure he swept every part of her folds. Licking up and down her core like he was taking a leisurely stroll down memory lane as her breath hitched, her legs trembled, her coil tightened in her belly.

While she got off on the vulnerability he showed her and only her, he got off from her pleading to him to continue, demanding he finish exactly what he started. Asshole. He loved to ravish her. Make her keen, cry, wail. He also loved that he made her swear. Something so unlike her--but the way he would bring her to the brink of finishing to only backtrack made her go mad with want.

The number of orgasms he’d given her definitely outweighed all of ones she gave to him. He never once left her hanging--usually he made sure she had released twice before even thinking of letting himself go. But, that also meant he wound her so tightly once she did come, she would continually go on and on and on and onnnnnnnn. 

He would purposely stimulate her to the point she would scream and wantonly cry out for him. He loved to hear his name on her tongue. Whatta jerk. A hot, God-like jerk.

His tongue circled and laved throughout her folds while his fingers poked and prodded her opening. Shit. She was already burning and he just started. Her head hit the wall of the hut as she desperately tried to control her treacherous hips that moved in time of his crafty tongue.

“Gods--”

“Ah ah--what is my name, Ka-Go-Me?” He reprimanded, nipping her bud. Fuck. 

“Inuyashaaaaa,” she cried out begging for him to end her misery of where she stayed in limbo of burning in a freaking inferno versus dipping into the cool pond for a bath.

She was sweating, aching, burning, damnit--she could feel her walls twitching, begging for him to actually enter her. She wanted that cock too. Oh, did she want it inside of her. 

For as large as it was--for as big and tall as he was in comparison to how short and small she was, he fit perfectly. They were made for each other.

That was something he proclaimed the first night she had returned: that he was born for her and she was born for him. The fact he felt that strongly towards her, even though she hadn’t had any doubts about returning, put her racing mind to rest.

During their first night, she had grown self-conscious slightly. She began to wonder if they were moving too fast, what if she was still just an image of what Kikyo once was--but those words put anything else she had thought in regards to her being a replacement to bed.

She was born for him. Not Kikyo. While he had loved Kikyo, there had been no trust between them; that was all that was between her and Inuyasha. Between the fights with Monumaru, Tsubaki, Naraku--they had each other.

“Pleaseeeeee,” she wailed, gripping his silver hair between her fingers, bringing his head to where she needed him most. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard while his fingers teased her fluttering walls. 

“Only because you asked nicely,” the jerk smirked before finishing her off. The. Jerk. Smirked. God, she hated him sometimes. It just wasn’t fair. 

When his mouth wrapped around her nub, and his fingers danced their sinful dance right at the opening to her pussy, she screamed. Unabashedly. She slightly hoped the villagers heard her call out his name so that there would be no more of this nonsense of who she should marry. It was always Inuyasha. It would always be Inuyasha.

After he had sufficiently licked up her overflowing juices, he removed her leg from his shoulder and she sank down hard. Her legs were pure jello.

He held her close to his chest and she relished the purr (rumble, it was a rumble he told her) he admonished to her. 

“Gods,” she exhaled, nuzzling into his chest.

“You keep saying that,” he chuckled.

“Because it was that good.”

“Ready for another round?”

“God please, but this time--” she didn’t have time to finish as he ripped off her haori tossing it with her hakama-- wait why didn’t she have a bra on?!-and flipped her around to place her on her hands and knees which made her laugh with mirth. 

“Yessss,” she sighed as he entered her dripping wet sex hard and fast.

He wound his hand in her hair, not too tight though to hurt her, but more of leverage for him, but kept a hand on her hips and he thrusted repeatedly into her at his demonic inhuman speed. Oh, she was already on her way to orgasm number two of the day. 

“Yassssh,” she whimpered.

“Come for me, Kagome,” he ordered harshly through his own gritted teeth. She realized he was still wound up pretty tightly from whatever happened last night. Even taking her in this position was some type of instinctual response to needing to prove something to her--or to himself.

But who was she not to listen to what he said? Well that was a lie; they used to fight about that all time but in the privacy of her--their own hut, he was in charge most nights. And she didn’t give a shit.

She felt herself clamp down uncontrollably around him as she called out her pleasure to him.

“Kagome,” he said softly, letting her ride out her release on his still deeply inserted cock. He nuzzled her neck and kissed from behind her ear to her shoulder until he bit on the mark he gave her after their first time on the forest floor just above her shoulder blade.

He had said it would be well hidden if it was there--it also was the spot he said called to him the most. Something about inuyoukai traditions.

She didn’t argue. It just meant she was his. Permanently. Well, at least in front of their friends. The villagers were still another story.

He pulled her hair a little until she was perched on his lap, her ass slamming down on his sweat glistened thighs, her full breasts bouncing up and down with every downward motion she took to take him further inside of him, and every upward thrust he returned for her to swallow him fully.

“Inuyasha,” she bellowed as his hand slid from her hip to her clit and began to rub circles. Bastard. She was wound so tight she thought she might die. There’d never be any form of relief as he continued to slam into her and vice versa.

His other hand released her hair to grab her breast to flick, pinch, and twist at her nipples. Without that hand, she would have likely ended up face first into the ground. She felt like she was having an out of body experience. She was too excited, too aflamed, too stimulated. Damn him. 

“I’m close ‘Gome,” he finally gritted against her shoulder. She shuddered and keened as she rotated her hips seductively trying to coax him to let go. Show her his vulnerability. Release into her. Give her all of him without reservation or hesitation.

“Come on Inu--ahhhh-yasha,” she said brokenly, bringing one hand behind her to grasp his head to keep him by her mark, and the other to replace his hand that was teasing her nub.

He took the cue and replaced his hand on her hip as she took over stimulating herself, still holding him in place by some force or grace of God so that he could watch what he had turned her into.

Some sex-crazed woman. Correction, a woman who craved sex from him and only him. No man would ever be able to take his place. None. It could only ever be him. 

She finally felt him tense and groan out a long exaggerated growl as she wailed her next release as he howled his. It was like they both had levitated off the ground as his mouth took hold of her shoulder and bit down hard.

Stars. She literally saw stars. 

Coming down from their high, she turned her head to gaze upon his satisfied tired face. She smiled an exhausted smile to him and kissed him passionately. 

They exchanged caresses and heated but calming kisses until he finally lifted her from his lap fully.

“Calm now?”

“Yea… sorry. My inner demon has been going crazy since last night.”

“So, what happened after I sat you in front of the village men?”

“After they started joking around like jackasses, you dumped sake on them and yelled at them for insulting your mate.”

“Oh Gods… I’m so sorry.”

“Ah, nah, it gets better.”

“I’m sure that’s a lie.”

“Ohhhhhh… but it does. Then after you said it, you realized what you said and made it a point to try and disprove it for the rest of the night by talking to other men. Accepting their efforts and invitations to court you. I was literally losing my shit. But unfortunately, I see now, that it is actually not your fault. It’s mine.”

“Come again?” He was admitting he was wrong? Him? Inuyasha? Wrong???

She actually felt his forehead, “Are you sick??”

“Cut the shit, Kagome. It is. I made it so… impossible for you to even express that we were together. And then when you finally told everyone, the way they reacted…”

“Was it bad??”

“No. They actually seemed unsurprised. Almost happy until you started your shit trying to apologize to me and acting like it wasn’t true. It was unrequited or whatever. Then they only seemed to get a lot of jollies out of it not because you were actually back on the market, but because they could tease me.”

“Please tell me I didn’t do anything else that was that bad or stupid.”

“Nah; After the fourth guy to approach you I finally flung you over my back and brought you back home. One dude was brazen enough to try and come in here at night. He wasn’t expecting to find me.”

“Oh Gods…”

“Yea… remind me to kick Sasuke’s ass later. Jackass.”

“Did he… did he see anything?”

“Aside from you on top of me, begging to have sex? No,” he said nonchalantly. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna gouge his eyes out later. Or burn them. Whatever way I think will make him forget he saw you like that, I’ll likely do.”

“Inuyasha--as long as he didn’t see us actually do anything it’s fine.”

“Making out with you is fine??”

“Oh yea, that’s nothing,” she soothed.

“Kagome--”

“I know things are different here--but trust me when I say that’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Guess you’re right, he coulda walked in while you were grinding your fucking lucious hips and ass against me.”

She blushed scarlet, “I did what?!?!”

“Oh yea, I nearly came in my pants. Especially when you did,” he smirked down at her.

“Oh Gods… is that why I wasn’t wearing pants or underwear??”

“Yea--you were all upset they were wet; you were uncomfortable and didn’t give a fuck since it was just me. I believe you said and I quote, ‘Nothing you haven’t seen or touched before’.”

“Ughhhhh. I’m so sorry, Inuyasha. I didn’t mean--”

“Hey. It’s fine. As long as we are--clear from now on about where we are.”

“Uhm… so where are we then? Just so I know.”

“Considering you went and blabbed to the whole village and I’m sure Sasuke told everyone who didn’t believe it--pretty sure our cover is blown.”

“O-oh,” she said disparagingly.

“What? Is that… not what you wanted?” he asked with hurt laced in his voice. His eyes dropped and his eyes filled with sadness.

“Inuyasha--I told you from the beginning it’s you. It’s always been you. I want you as a mate--as a husband. You wanted to hold off but I made you mate with me--”

“You made me, huh?”

“Moving alongggggg,” she flushed at the reminder that they were both pretty equally hungry for their bodies a couple weeks ago. “I told you I was ready to take the next steps when you were ready to.”

“So… if I were to take a stroll to the headman’s today and tell him I want to be wed to you--you’d honestly be okay with that? Married to a half-breed?”

“Of course. You’re my half-demon. You’re my Inuyasha. No sake needed.”

He smiled down at her and dipped his head to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. While the sake clearly messed up their plans, she was thankful she had partaken in the forbidden nectar. Because without it, Inuyasha wouldn’t have been able to glimpse the acceptance the villagers had for their would-be union. 

Later that afternoon after breakfast, they walked to headman’s together and asked to be wed with his permission. He happily gave them their blessing with one word, “Finally.”