#am not addicted to it anymore like I used to be luckily. because why the hell could I stay addicted to something that just makes me feel ill

[prollymad]

Younger me liked the taste of booze. Now I can't even get a shot of fireball down without freaking the fuck out. What happened???

[elllisaaa]

enhypen as isabel la rosa songs

-> pairing : enha x fem!reader

-> words count : 3.2k words

-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, enemies, cheating, friends-to-lovers, age gap, friends with benefits

-> warnings : dirty talk, teasing, swearing, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, degradation, begging, praising, marking, oral (f. & m. receiving), use of 'slut' & 'good girl', dry humping, creampie

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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LEE HEESEUNG - HEARTBEAT

"i can feel your heartbeat, you hate it that you love me."

→ You never liked Heeseung, and luckily, the feeling was mutual - it meant that you were not forced to act as if you didn’t hate each other all the time. You never appreciated people who thought that everything they had was due to them and who couldn’t respect those who had to work to earn their place ; just like you did. 

“- You’ll never be as good as I am, Y/N. It’s a fact, accept it.

- You can be as condescending as you want but one day you won’t have all that money anymore and I will because I worked hard.”

Despite the disgust you felt for him and his privileges, the most efficient way you found to annoy him was to fuck with him. Yes, you hated him, but you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. And yes, he hated you too, but it seemed that he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“- F-Fuck ! You’re always so tight for me…

- If you think it’s just for you, you’re an idiot.”

Heeseung hated it, hated how his body reacted everytime he was inside of you, hated how much effect you had on him. But it was the truth. Everytime he was eating you out, he felt like he could cum in his pants just from the taste that he could not forget. Everytime you were touching him, he had to close his eyes and not look at you or he would definitely get addicted.

"possessive, you’re not mine, but you imply that."

→ “- You can’t go around and flirt with my friends like that !

- And why not ? You’re nothing to me !”

Heeseung couldn’t stand the thought of your lips on Sunghoon’s ones, of you showing him your body just like you did last night in his room. He shouldn’t feel jealous, but he was. So he grabbed your jaw in between his fingers, forcing you to look into his angry eyes. 

“- That’s not what you were saying when I was fucking you yesterday.

- Go to hell.”

But maybe you were the one who was going to end up dancing with Satan with the way you were acting. Everytime, you told yourself it would be the last time. And everytime, you came right back when he asked you to come over. You could tell yourself that it was only because he had a good dick, that it was because you liked to see him suffer but the truth was that you were just as addicted. And when he pushed you against the wall and shoved his tongue down your throat in front of his friends, and that you simply moaned and asked for more, you couldn’t deny anymore - he called and you came in a heartbeat.

PARK JONGSEONG - CLOSER

"i wanna get closer, it’s getting colder, but maybe in your sweater i’ll be warmer."

→ You hated to be that kind of girl, you hated that you were breaking the girl’s code, but was it really your fault ? Jay had always looked at you in a certain way, and even if he was supposed to be off limits because he was your friend’s partner, you couldn’t help but look at him with the same desire. Because it could only be that. 

“- Here, take my jacket, I don’t want you to get a cold.”

You gladly accepted the piece of clothing, suddenly surrounded by his scent that heightened all of your senses. You could feel the pool of arousal between your thighs growing bigger as he landed his hand on your thigh while he drove you home. Jay had proposed that only to have some time alone with you, and the both of you knew it. Even if nothing ever happened, it felt good to have you close. 

“- Are you finally gonna touch me tonight ?”

Jay spared you a glance, but the way his hand was slipping underneath your panties was enough of a hint that you were on the same page. As soon as his fingertips came in contact with your clit, you gasped loudly, having anticipated this moment for so long.

“- Fuck… If I had known that you were always this wet for me…

- What ? You would’ve fucked me sooner ?

- Maybe.”

"you’re scared to get close, but i promise you’ll be okay."

→ “- I said no, Y/N. I don’t want her to discover everything, and I’ve already bailed on her two times this week.

- And you won’t ask yourself why you feel the need to spend so much time with me and not your girlfriend ?”

Jay stayed silent, but he knew you were right. The good thing to do would be to leave his current girlfriend, if not to be with you, at least to have some respect for her. And he used to be a gentleman, he really was, but then he met you and all his values flew right out of the window. But he was too scared to leave her, too scared to hurt her even if he had probably already done that. 

“- Don’t hide your pretty face from me. You’ve begged me to come fuck you and now you’re shy ?”

You shook your head as best as you could, the way his cock was hitting your g-spot rendering you unable to talk or think. Jay smirked, loving how easy it was for him to fuck you stupid, how easy it was for him to get lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, or to get hypnotized by your moans and whimpers of his name. 

“- J-Jay, please… ‘M close…”

One of his hands came down to press on your clit and his lips crashed against yours to muffle your sounds. He was afraid that if he heard you whine one more time, he would become a total asshole and leave your friend to be with you. And he shouldn’t even be doing that, he shouldn’t even think about it, but he needed to be closer to you.

SIM JAEYUN - MORE THAN FRIENDS

"i swear all this shit isn’t just in my head, i know we’re more than friends."

→ Jake was the perfect best friend, and even if a lot of people didn’t believe that you and him could only have a platonic relationship, you were. Yes, he was touchy and sometimes, it seemed like you were a couple. Yes, he was at your place more often than at his, but it didn’t mean anything. Or at least, it was what he told you, it was what you tried to convince yourself of to not go crazy.

“- Ah, Y/N ! You’re too hot, everyone is going to steal you away from me !”

When Jake was saying that type of thing, it was hard to believe that there was nothing more between the two of you. You glanced at yourself in the mirror one more time, admiring how your tight dress complimented all your curves. And suddenly, you felt his hands on your waist, his warm body pressing against your back, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. 

“- And you smell so good…”

Slowly, your mind drifted back to the drunk make out sessions in the backseat of his car, to his head between your thighs in the bathroom of the bar, to his cock in your mouth, only two weeks ago, at Heeseung’s party. It wasn’t what friends were supposed to do, but you were too scared to address the situation, Jake’s kissing up and down your neck wasn’t helping either.

“- Jake…

- Mmh…

- We’re gonna be late, we have to go.”

He nodded but he still took the time to suck a hickey just below your jaw to mark his territory before going out. He claimed to be only your friend, but he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else tasting you like this.

"i need, need your hand on my waist, please, save me, god, don’t let me die waitin’."

→ “- Please, don’t go home with him. 

- You can’t do that everytime, Jake, you’re not my dad for fuck’s sake !”

And he knew it, but he didn’t want anyone to be with you except him. It was selfish, and if at least, he wasn’t a coward and had the balls to tell you what he felt for you, maybe it would’ve been more sensible. But he couldn’t lose you, he needed you.

“- But I’m your best friend, and I know when a guy isn’t made for you.

- Sure, all best friends fuck each other, common sense. I don’t care what you think, I’m going back with him and I’m getting good dick from someone who isn’t afraid of their own feelings. Goodnight.”

But before you could turn around and leave, Jake grabbed your hands to stop you in your tracks. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, eyes shining with regret. You wanted to slap him across his face for hurting you like this, but you didn’t.

“- I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. I just can’t believe that you want me as much as I want you, I’m sorry.”

You should’ve sent him away, but you were weak for him, and seeing him at your feet was nice. So you grabbed him by his jaw, leading him under your skirt, his nose pressing against your clit just right. Jake didn’t need more to start licking you through your panties like a starved man. 

“- You have a lot to make up for, Jakey.”

And he was willing to spend hours and hours worshiping you if it was what it took for you to forgive him and give him a chance.

PARK SUNGHOON - OLDER

"think i need someone older, just a little bit colder."

→ Growing up surrounded by irresponsible adults forced you to mature too soon, and it led you to never finding your place. When you were with people your age, they always seemed so childish and petty, making a fuss about everything, and it annoyed you. You knew your perspective was biased because you were the one that grew up too fast, but it wasn’t easier to make friends. And when you were with older people, it was even worse because they treated you like a child, like the young adult you should have been but that you were not. 

“- I didn’t expect to see you come back this soon, Y/N.”

Your eyes immediately fell into Sunghoon's dark but gentle gaze. He was the librarian you quite literally grew up with. When you were little, you spent all your time with him, reading and drinking hot chocolate. But now that you were older, you couldn’t help the attraction you felt for him. 

“- Well, you’ve always had incredible taste in literature.”

You flashed him a smile, and you could’ve sworn you had seen a glimpse of something more in his eyes when you leaned down over the counter to hand him back your books. You could feel the tension, and you knew you shouldn’t play this game with someone so much older than you, but you couldn’t help it - every time he looked at you through his glasses, you felt on fire. 

“- I was wondering if you also had some romance novels to recommend to me, the ones I’ve been reading lately are boring.”

What you were implying was clear, and Sunghoon didn’t lose anything of the show you were putting on for him - cleavage almost showing your tits, lips pouted and glossed, the shortest skirt known to mankind revealing your legs. He felt guilty, but he was only a man and you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“- Come with me, I’ll show you some more interesting things.”

"baby, am i your little secret ? eighteen, i’m old enough to keep it."

→ “- And here are the books you had reserved, Mrs. Brown, have a good day !”

Sunghoon couldn’t help staring at you everytime you were helping him at the library on your free days from college. It seemed like your outfits were becoming more and more thigh and short as time passed. He didn’t complain, but it made it hard for him to concentrate when you were bending down to replace some books, exposing half of your ass to him shamelessly.

“- You’re acting like a slut, Y/N.”

You turned around, cheeks red and trying to act innocent. But Sunghoon knew by now that you were not. The girl he once knew didn’t exist anymore, only replaced by a demon that teased him all day long. 

“- I’m sorry, can I do something to help ?”

You stepped closer to him, dropping down to your knees as soon as you were in between his legs. Sunghoon closed his eyes and sighed as you kissed his boner through the material of his pants while your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt. 

“- See, you know how to be a good girl, uh ?”

You nodded, and in no time, you were drooling around his cock, one of his hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up and down. It was definitely wrong, but it felt too good to stop.

KIM SUNOO - I'M YOURS

"favorite mistake, friendship’s over, won’t be the same." 

→ When Sunoo loved someone, it was with his whole heart, and he would do anything for them. But it was especially true when it came to you. You had a special place in his life, something everyone except you seemed to have noticed. So when you mentioned having been single for too long and that you needed someone to unwind the tension, he jumped on the occasion to prove that he was worthy of you.

“- Are you sure ? Won’t it be weird if we do that ?”

Sunoo shrugged, his mind already clouded with thoughts of you and your shiny lips on his own. 

“- I’m sure. I want to help you. Plus, we’ve been friends for so long, it would take more than that to break us up, don’t you think ?”

You agreed, and Sunoo was wrong for once. Because the moment you tasted him, you knew that there was no going back : you could never live without all of this anymore. So you kissed him back, letting your tongue slip in his mouth as you sat on his lap. 

“- Sunoo… Touch me, please…”

You didn’t know if it was the desperation talking or if you had been craving him all these years without realizing it, but you moaned when he took a hold of your waist, guiding you to grind against his clothed cock. And it felt so good you weren’t thinking about your friendship anymore.

"nervous, trip over my words, you’re so pretty it hurts, baby i’m yours."

→ “- You’re so beautiful…”

You looked up at Sunoo with glazed eyes, far too gone from the way he was thrusting into you. His cock was hitting just the right spot to make you moan loudly, and he wasn’t doing any better with the way you were clenching so tight around him. 

“- Sunoo… Feels so good, I’m so close…

- I’m going to cum too princess, gonna make you mine.”

You whined at his words, wrapping your hands around his shoulder to get him even closer to you, if it was even possible. When he told you things like that, your heart throbbed and you wanted him to mean it so bad. But even with the recent upgrade of your relationship, you knew that he didn’t feel everything you were feeling for him. 

“- Cum for me, pretty, please.”

As if your body had a mind of its own, your orgasm crashed over you immediately, crying out his name while Sunoo painted your walls white, head buried into your neck, but you still heard the three words leaving his mouth.

“- I love you…

- I love you too…”

Sunoo lifted his head slowly, meeting your gaze again. Neither of you needed more words than that, you both knew how you felt, you both knew that he was yours, and that you were his now. 

YANG JUNGWON - EYES DON'T LIE

"you say that you hate me, then tell me shit nobody knows." 

→ Out of the guys, Jungwon was the one you were the least close to. It was not really intentional, but he never seemed to take an interest in you when you hung out with them, and who were you to force him ? And hearing Sunghoon and Heeseung joking about the fact that the usually sweet guy he was probably hated you made you end up believing that Jungwon might simply despise you.

“- Ah ! Sorry to bother you Jungwon, I’m just here to pick up some books Sunghoon wanted to lend me.”

Jungwon didn’t ask more questions and let you enter their dorm, rubbing his red eyes. He seemed to have cried, but mentioning it would be inappropriate. 

“- Are you okay, though ? You seem tired.”

Your words brought new tears to his eyes, and though you had never talked to each other for more than two minutes before, he told you all about his worries, and you did your best to comfort him. You didn’t know when, but you ended up cuddling with him at one point, your fingers running through his hair to calm him down and your eyes diving into his. 

“- Can I kiss you ?”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you nodded and Jungwon’s lips crashed against yours. But the way he was looking at you with such hunger, the way he had always looked at you really - but you were too much of a coward to admit it - was making your heart beat faster. 

“- Kiss me more, please.”

And Jungwon did just that, not thinking about all the things that were on his mind just moments before, only you occupying his thoughts. 

"say you’re mine, eyes don’t lie, i swear friends don’t get this close."

→ “- Look at me and tell me you feel nothing for me, go on !”

But Jungwon couldn’t do that. After that one time when he made out with you and a little more, he didn’t dare address the subject with you, too afraid of everything you awakened in him. He was playing it off as best as he could, trying not to stare at you for too long but he couldn’t help it sometimes - you just attracted him for some reasons.

“- I.. I can’t, Y/N.”

He couldn’t because the reason he stayed away from you was that he knew that he would fall for you so easily, that he knew you would become vital for him if he ever got a taste of you. 

“- You’re cruel, Jungwon. You could’ve told me you didn’t want anything from me and it would’ve hurt less.” 

Jungwon knew it was selfish, but he kissed you in hopes it would erase what you had just reminded him - he was the idiot in this story, the only one to blame. And the only way he found to make it up to you was by burying his head between your thighs.

“- Don’t stop Wonnie, please…”

And he didn’t, licking and sucking all of your juices , his nose bumping against your clit every time he moved, and his groans of pleasure producing a vibration that felt too good. 

“- Say you’re mine, Y/N, say I’m yours.

- I’m yours baby, please !”

Jungwon doubled his efforts to make you cum all over his face, moaning against your wet folds. He couldn’t deny anymore that he was down bad for you, he couldn’t deny anymore that he would do anything for you to love him. But seeing the adoration in your eyes when he got up to kiss you again, he wouldn’t have much to do for you to reciprocate his feelings.

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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 1/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,678

Overview: Given your family's history, you should've expected judgment from those of higher wealth in whom you've unfortunately been more exposed to given your new 'position'. Luckily, while you may be hurt by the cruel remarks and snide laughter of others, Peter Parker will never stand for anyone insulting his new wife.

Warning: Bullying and suggestive content, but nothing too serious nor detailed (yet)

Is this one of my longest one-shots? Am I writing a smutty part 2? Yes, yes to both 😏

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You hate the color red.

You hate how much attention it draws to your eyes, acting as a glittery highlight that outshines the sharp black point painted over your eyelids. You hate the way it contrasts against your bare skin, parting mere inches down your thigh in a way that would expose your whole leg if you stand too widely. Most importantly of all, you hate its chill against your chest, sinking through what was once a bearable shade to create a darker stain dipping down from your breasts to nearly your stomach in a splotch that's impossible to hide nor fade no matter how much you scrub at it.

At this point, you've managed to ruin two innocent white towels whose only crimes were being folded into a pleasant stack in between each ceramic sink. The second proved just as useless as the first, somehow absorbing the stain without doing anything to actually rid of it from your dress. The soft fabric which is only comparable to the fur of a rabbit offers little comfort to your swirling nerves nor does it pacify your distressed sobs as you clench this towel in hand and bow your head in shame in front of the mocking mirror before you.

The once perfect makeup that Mary Jane had spent well over an hour applying to your face has long been smeared, the black eyeliner and mascara inseparable as it traces your tears down your cheeks which further creates damage to whatever blush and foundation your maid had picked out. The only makeup that has somehow remained intact throughout the night is your far too bright lipstick, although that's only because you've gone through extreme lengths to preserve it, refusing drinks or snacks for that purpose alone; not that it matters anymore...

Why is it that life loves to throw you off your feet the second everything's finally going well? You don't even use that word lightly or to any extreme. 'Well' as in you weren't dreading every second or breath. 'Well' since you genuinely smiled at some jokes thrown into the conversation. 'Well' because for once, you didn't feel any need to shy away from your husband's touch, instead letting his hand rest comfortably on your hip as he tugged your body against his.

Happy moments are a rare find; they always have been. Born into a poor family knee deep in debt thanks to your parents' gambling addictions, you've grown up fully aware that you could never ask for much. While other little girls dreamed of finding their prince or princess in shining armor, you had never been so foolish. Perhaps you always knew deep down where your life could possibly lead, however that didn't waiver the absolute shock you felt once those fears had actually been confirmed.

While your parents have always been cruel and selfish, you never imagined it going as far as to quite literally sell you off. Even that doesn't feel like a proper description for what exactly happened. Really, they could've sold you off to plenty of other men, ones with petty criminal records, sure, but nothing to the extent of what your husband holds in his own hands.

A mob boss. You almost laughed at the thought that that's actually a real job, although the sound quickly became bitter by the stone expressions your parents stared at you with. Your hand in marriage in exchange for paying off every loan shark with your parents on speed dial; a fair trade in their eyes, but not yours.

The only comfort you’ve felt after your parents' betrayal isn't one they can claim. Instead, that prize belongs solely to your husband because despite his cruel reputation and ever crueler line of work, he is, very shockingly, a respectable gentleman at least towards you.

Peter Parker had only barely turned sixteen when he took over the family business from his late uncle. Wanting to respect a memory, he's worked hard to teach a lesson to anyone who laughed at the scrawny teenager living within a shadow and in no time at all, he rose out of that shadow, becoming arguably the most feared man in New York by utilizing the same strategies taught to him by his beloved uncle. Of course, how to run a successful mob wasn't the only lesson Benjamin Parker passed down to his nephew. Apparently, he had taught a great deal about how to respect women, too.

While sour about the marriage yourself, you must admit Peter has been nothing but sweet and understanding towards your discomfort (again, shocking given his job). By the time you first moved into his luxurious mansion, he already had a room set up specifically for you. Painted in your favorite color with the softest of bed covers, the room was more than anything you've ever owned with tons of books, art supplies, make-up, and about anything else a young woman might enjoy, but just in case he had guessed wrong or forgotten something, Peter made sure to provide an unlimited credit card for you to use at your disposal.

If the room hadn't been enough, Mary Jane had been hired since your husband figured you'd have better luck being comfortable around a woman your own age and from a similar background. Every morning, she greets you with a smile while bringing you breakfast accompanied by a freshly picked rose and handwritten letter she assures are gifts from Peter's hand alone.

Then for the rest of the day, you're allowed to go and do as you please in the mansion, Peter’s only request being that you don't leave without proper security and that you always share dinner with him at six thirty sharp every night. Sometimes you sit in silence, sometimes you tell him about your day, sometimes he tells you about his (outside of work matters, of course); never does he push you out of your comfort zone.

You respect Peter for all of that. He could easily do as he pleases with you at any point and, as arguably the most powerful man in New York City, who would ever stop him? Instead, he is, daresay, a model husband who dotes on his wife so much that despite all prior judgment, she actually started falling in love with him.

Peter has upheld his role flawlessly throughout the last seven months, thus you've felt bold in wanting to raise up to yours at last. Slowly yet surely, you've managed to open up to him: visiting him in his office when home, joking at the dinner table, and even requesting date nights (you swear he looked like a child on Christmas when you first shyly asked).

Tonight was meant to be the cherry on top. Peter had mentioned a dinner party off hand earlier in the week, not truly expecting you to willingly volunteer to go with him. Honestly, you actually surprised yourself with the request, too, not usually being one for fancy get-togethers especially those attended by hordes of rich socialites, politicians, and who knows what other criminals, but it’s worth a good date, isn’t it?

In preparation for said date, you had gone out with Mary Jane (and your ten security guards) to pick out the perfect outfit which ended up being a red slip dress that hugs your body flawlessly, stretching down to nearly the floor with a gap in fabric over your thigh. Although not a dress you'd normally be comfortable wearing, you felt excitement choosing it solely because of your desire to capture Peter's eye while wearing something sexy tailored to his favorite color. This paid off, too. All night, you've felt his eyes linger on you, often dropping a bit lower than appropriate, but you are his wife and his gaze is only fair. If only he knew what you're wearing underneath.

Tonight you didn't just want to tease your husband. No, your plan went deeper than that. You want him; dearly so. You wanted him to be enhanced by your beauty, barely able to keep his hands off of you on the car ride home where he would finally have freedom to ravish you for the first time. That's why you agreed to this date and went on that shopping trip with Mary Janes. It's why you've been so nervous yet giddy, replaying her advice in your head in hopes of finally utilizing it…Unfortunately, there's always a miscalculation to every plan.

Everything was going well at first. Despite your initial discomfort regarding your revealing outfit, you soon began to feel just as sexy as you looked thanks to Peter's praises which seemed constant throughout the night. Every time a businessman or friend turned their attention away, your husband's mouth was against your ear, whispering another compliment which, unknowingly to him, sent heat to more places than just your cheeks. He was perfectly within your grasp, hooked to your string and all you had to do was reel him in the second this stupid party finishes…Then trouble found its way to you.

Much to your dismay, your husband isn't the only one here who knows your story. When the Big Bad Peter Parker got married, news spread fast within his social circle. Even if someone managed to miss it then, they would’ve learned it by now since it's rather difficult to miss the way he hugs a random girl to his side all night, not to mention his hand is absent of all his normal, extravagant rings because ever since the wedding, only the single golden band around his finger has truly mattered.

Now, it would be one thing for Peter Parker to get married, however the reaction changes depending on the bride. No one could comprehend how someone like him would 'settle' for a poor girl with a last name known by practically every loan shark in New York, therefore your existence at this party has made quite a strong appearance in party gossip.

Originally, you didn't hear any of it, only feeling the burning stares behind your head yet choosing to dismiss them as your imagination, after all, Peter hadn’t shown any sign of hearing or seeing anything, thus it must not have actually occurred, right? You’re just a little uneasy given the crowd is all.

Then Peter left. It wasn’t meant to be long, only a quick chat with a man who begged for his time to finish an urgent business deal. Although Peter refused at first, you stupidly convinced him to reconsider.

“It seems important, so you should go.”

“Don’t worry about me, I can manage on my own just fine”.

You assured him that you’d wait patiently in place for his return, a promise sealed by the quick peck he gave to your cheek before going off. It should’ve been an easy wait from there. As the party’s natural outcast, you didn’t think anyone would care to approach you then, but it proved to be quite the contrary, unfortunately.

Four women took the golden opportunity to stroll over, presenting themselves as friendly while asking about your dress and wondering about your husband. You answered each as if being quizzed, doing your best to awkwardly laugh at their ‘jokes’ which held poorly hidden jabs towards you. Needless to say, it didn’t take you long to realize this group’s true intentions, but too cowardly to disappear into the sea of people to escape them, you remained as their punching bag, fruitlessly ignoring the pain of their insults which only grew more direct.

“A poor, ugly slut who managed to blackmail Parker into marrying her so that he could be her sugar daddy! How pathetic!”

That's one of things they said about you anyways. How they managed to make such a mean spirited sentence roll of their tongues like it’s just friendly banter is beyond you, however it still brought a sting to your eyes.

“What do you have on him, huh? Did you dig up dirt on him and threaten to hand it over to the police?”

“Did your family trick him? Make you wear a veil until the vows were done? Oh, I bet he was pissed!”

“She’s probably one of his hookers who decided to fake a pregnancy or something!”

Each woman listed the many rumors they've heard throughout the night, making sure you understand the bottomline of what everyone else has been thinking: you don't belong with Peter. Whatever reason he had for marrying you, it wasn't for you because who in their right mind would do that?

"How foolish are you to think Parker would actually be attracted to an ugly slut like you?" That was the last of it which came as a literal splash when the woman threw her red wine over the front of your dress followed by a chorus of her peers’ wicked laughter.

You were understandably horrified and embarrassed by the situation. It felt like every soul in the room was staring and laughing with them, mocking you for having such a childish dream of actually believing your husband might love you. Now how will he be enhanced by your beauty or even think of touching you on the car ride home? Why would he feel an ounce of desire in ravishing you ever let alone tonight? He can barely stand looking at you as it is!

Your violent sobbing halts quickly when you hear the door of the bathroom open. A chilled panic runs down your spine, worrying that the women have returned to bully you further. The difference would be the lack of witnesses. In theory, they could do whatever they wish while you have zero protection.

Instead of hearing their snickering, you hear your name whispered breathlessly yet somehow, that's worse to hear, causing your grip to tighten over the towel as you fight unsuccessfully to stop your tears.

"Princess, what happened? Who did this to you?" Peter shows no regard towards this being the women's bathroom, his only concern being to rush to your side and immediately begin examining the damage. A red wine stain drenching the front of your body, your make-up having encountered a tsunami of tears, your breathing uneven...This was not how he left you fifteen minutes ago.

"Who did this?" He repeats his question when you don't answer the first time, cupping your cheeks in his large hands and forcing you gently to look into his eyes. There's a hateful glimmer in them, one that promises trouble the second you mumble a name, but you refuse to.

"I-It's nothing-"

"-I return to the party to find my wife gone, hidden in the bathroom clearly distraught with wine spilled all over her-"

"-I spilled it myself-"

"-Bullshit," Peter curses with narrowed eyes which silences you instantly," you haven't had a single drink all night. I refuse to believe you conveniently retrieved one and spilled it over yourself within the short time that I was away. I'm smarter than to believe that. Damn it, I only left your side for ten minutes."

Peter's furious, but not towards you. He’s furious with himself if anything. Given his line of work, the number one rule he lives by is to never trust even those working alongside you. Anyone can hold a knife behind their back, preparing for the opportunity to strike the second it’s presented, thus Peter's always sure to never provide that change be it regarding his business or his personal affairs. It's what Ben always warned him about. Ben never left May out of his sight when attending social gatherings or going out in public because it would be too easy for someone to target her to get to him.

Peter should've been like Ben. He shouldn't have left your side especially when you're so new to all of this. You aren't May. You haven't spent decades by Peter's side yet, learning the ins and outs of his work along the way to form your own thick skin and survival instincts. You've only been married for seven months. Hell, you hadn’t even begun seeing Peter as a husband until last month and he's already fucked it up!

"...It doesn't matter what happened, Peter, so...let's not start a fuss," your words are sweet, attempting to makehim feel better in this situation instead of yourself. Your thoughtfulness would make him smile if not for how much his blood boils right now.

With a sigh, Peter runs his thumb against your mascara stained cheek softly," a fuss? I don't cause 'fusses', sweetheart, although that's what whoever did this to you can hope for once I find them out...and I will find them out whether you're the one to tell me or not, so out with it. I'll ask this one last time before I run my own investigation: Who. Did. This. To. You?"

Biting your lip, you want to deny it further, however you give into Peter's intense stare by directing your own to the tile floor," just a group of women...I don't know their names…”

"What were they wearing?"

"Peter-"

"Describe them to me," he lifts your chin with his ring finger, staring into your eyes with a whisper," I won't hurt them. I'll even forgive them for you if you ask nicely, but they still need to understand what they did wrong. 'just a friendly little warning for what happens when they upset my beloved."

Briefly, you wonder what ‘friendly’ might mean to Peter. His knuckles are rough, scarred from all the beatings he’s delivered over the years. While you’d like to think he’d show a bit more restraint than to physically harm anyone over something so silly as hurt feelings and a wine stain, even a ‘friendly’ car ride to the docks doesn’t seem outside the realm of possibilities for your husband.

Nevertheless, you have observed his habits well enough to understand one thing for certain: Peter’s too persistent and stubborn for his own good. Since he’s clearly already set his mind to it, you aren’t going to win this argument, therefore you must give in, telling him the descriptions of the four women from earlier.

Once you begin talking, Peter steps away from you and pulls out his phone, promptly texting someone who you assume to be one of his security guards scouting the ballroom outside. All the while you wait patiently, hugging your bare arms which are beginning to feel cold. Actually, they’ve been cold for a while, however you had elected to ignore it until now for the sake of making this dress work.

Peter speaks your name again, letting it roll off his tongue like sugar. This beckons you to lift your gaze, meeting his eyes when he looks away from his phone," is that all they did to you?"

"Um..." You toy with the idea of nodding and allowing this situation to end on an early note, but seeing as you’ve already hesitated aloud, Peter will no doubt notice the lie," they...said some cruel things, too.”

"Like what?" He steps closer to you, but stops immediately when you step back into the counter as a response,"...like what, sweetheart?"

"They, um..." you swallow, cursing yourself for that returned feeling of needles pricking your eyes. You can’t cry again, not in front of Peter. What would he possibly think of a wife who can’t handle simple words? You must be stronger than this!

"They just couldn't believe that you married me. They thought my family might've blackmailed you or something because...because I'm not fit for you."

"Not fit for me?" Peter echoes only the last part, moving his shoe against the ground yet suppressing his desire to step towards you again. It wouldn’t be a wise move given how uncomfortable you already are," why wouldn't you be fit for me? I mean - I suppose if anything - a devil shouldn't be married to an angel...but that isn't what they meant, was it?"

Your lip tugs slightly, wanting so desperately to believe he sees you as an angel. Alas, you shake your head,"...Peter, just look at me."

"I am looking at you. I've been looking at you all night, my princess - if you haven't noticed."

"I'm not pretty or anything-”

"-Now that's bullshit," Peter tilts his head with a crooked smile, attempting to gain a better view of your face despite how much you avoid him at every angle," because the way I see it, you've been the prettiest one in that room all night. As I said, I've barely been able to take my eyes off of you…That dress; it’s gorgeous on you. ‘fits like a glove, not to mention red is my favorite color; even more so when it’s on you."

"...So, you like it?" You dare to ask, looking up at him fully with a hint of a hopeful smile. You're pleased to see him nod eagerly.

"Of course! In fact, I’m buying you a new one first thing tomorrow; one that isn’t stained in wine so that you may wear it more often. Hell! I wouldn’t be against the idea of you casually wearing something like that just around the house," Peter smirks when adding," you look sexy, if I may say."

"That was the goal."

"Was it now?"

You nod shyly,"...I knew you like red and I wanted to look good for you tonight."

"Then count me as the luckiest man alive," at last, Peter steps forward, watching your reaction to ensure you’re comfortable with the movement. It only takes him two steps to be directly in front of you, his hand brushing your arm as he takes this quiet moment to think,"...I did marry you as a business deal."

You frown at his sudden confession, your heart skipping a beat, however before you can let it crack, Peter continues.

"But it was a deal set up on my own accord with my own terms. No, you weren't given to me nor was I backed into a corner by your family and forced to marry you. I chose you. I saw your picture by chance yet it was love at first sight; I wanted you to be mine. My only problem was your parents.

“You know, believe it or not but despite all their dull-witted habits, your folks can apparently grow brain cells once they realize they actually have the one up on someone for once and that’s exactly what they had on me. I wanted you, their daughter, thus they suggested a deal: I could be with you so long as I settle all their debts while I am. As long as they controlled you, they could keep us both under their thumb. ‘guess they thought they were pretty clever with that logic. ‘didn’t notice the small writing at the end of their own pen till it was too late to revise.”

“And what was that?” You gulp, feeling small under Peter’s stare. Have you ever gotten this close to him before; close enough to see every change in shade to his eyes where his irises get lighter closer to his pupils? They’re beautiful…

“The deal only worked in their favor as long as you were theirs to control - their property. Now, I simply refuse to sit around as anyone’s puppet let alone theirs which is why I jumped right to the vows instead of a more formal relationship to start. Once you became my wife, you became mine, not theirs; according to the contract at least.

“…I know it’s fucked up. I was selfish and I apologize for that. I also apologize for your treatment as an object in this case. I promise, I intended no harm to you, my love; not an ounce. I had only hoped that we could let our relationship grow while never feeling the stress of them holding the strings…I want us to be happy, owing them absolutely nothing; not money, not obedience, not even communication if we desire it.”

"Is that why they looked so upset at the wedding?" You remember the bitterness your family clearly held that day, not that you cared to ask them about it then. Instead, you felt satisfied seeing it, figuring it was very much deserved. Even now, you feel the same; let them be bitter for treating you as a bargaining tool.

Peter trails his touch up your arm, fixing the strap of your dress onto your shoulder with a chuckle,"...none were pleased, but I’ll have it be known that I did at least settle the debts that they had at the time, thus I wasn’t as much of an asshole as I could’ve been.”

“A part of me wishes you had been.”

Peter’s eyes glimmer at your harsh remark, although he decides to move along with his point rather than gush over your attractive feistiness,” you’re my wife based on choice, regardless of what others have tried to tell you. I love you, princess.

“I love how beautiful you look without even trying- even after just rolling out of bed with your hair a mess. I love how you keep standing, never letting the world beat you too low because deep down, I think you know your own worth. That's why you kept me fighting for you in the first place, right? You kept your distance until I gained your respect. A lot of girls try falling into my arms, you know? They don't get it, but you do: love is something to be earned and shared.”

Pausing momentarily, Peter's hand brushes against yours blindly until it runs against your diamond ring- one worth a dizzying amount to you yet to him, it's only a small fraction of what he believes you're truly deserving of. If he could have it his way, he'd have a literal star built into that gem on your finger.

"This is a commitment," his breath is gentle, blowing against the crook of your neck as he hovers there. Ever so softly, his hands grasp both of yours," you are my wife; my greatest treasure not for just your body or looks, but for you as a person. 'doesn't matter how anyone else sees it…and I'm willing to prove that to you in any way, too.”

Honestly, Peter only says this as a means to tease you. His laughter is held right on the tip of his tongue, prepared to announce he's only joking around to lighten the mood, however he's ill-prepared for the shock that is you giving a nervous smile. It's small, barely noticeable to the eye, especially given the way you stare at the floor in embarrassment while providing your own reply.

"I would like you to," you curse yourself for such a pathetic response. Based on your husband's wide eyes as he stares at you in amazement, he clearly meant the question as rhetorical and not at all in the way you decided to imply, but unfortunately, the words have already left your mouth along with the damage.

"...I'm sorry. I-"

"-Do you really want me to?" Peter sounds so childish, looking the part, too. He practically glows, so eager to hear your answer yet watching you carefully to study your reaction more closely this time because apparently, as it's just now come to his attention, he doesn't know his wife as well as he had previously thought.

"I mean...I, um..." You, as a great contrast, stumble over your words, needing time to create this answer he so desperately waits for.

While shy to admit such an embarrassing thing, you’ve worked so hard preparing for this moment. Okay, admittedly this isn’t entirely loyal to the perfect image you’ve been holding mentally. You had expected to be sinking into the fluffy covers of either Peter’s or your bed, pushed down by the man in question as he showers in love while blanked in the darkness of a room deprived from any possible distractions.

A bright, public women’s bathroom where anyone could walk in at any given moment to destroy your private and intimate deeds wasn’t originally within your realm of possibilities nor is it ideal…but wouldn’t it be a shame to deny Peter when he’s quite literally inches away from you, happy to accept that precious thing you’ve been saving just for him? If anything, you’ve earned it after all you’ve been put through tonight!

Taking in a breath, you look at your husband confidently with a quick nod despite the unwanted quiver in your voice," w-well, if you're offering, I would like that very much..."

PART 2 ➡️

[thisdreamplace]

Hi dream. it’s 😵‍💫 anon. always a joy to look at your page. honestly, life has been sucking as usual. opportunities have arose, but nothing came of it. I actually felt worse after the opportunities. sometimes it feels like there is no hope. the hardest thing is seeing someone I care for be sad like I am. now I’m trying to manifest for her as well. it’s like you can’t escape what makes you feel terrible. ugh. even though I’m down, I don’t want this person to feel the same as me but I can’t do anything for either of us. I just remember a time of crying and then being okay because of possibility but sadly, possibility isn’t enough anymore. seeing this person hurt kind of drilled it in me that I’m here….and I don’t know a way out seriously. I’m sorry for the negativity. I’m always trauma dumping here like a fucking dumbass. the only time I feel open is when I let it all out, but a part of me feels sucky for doing so here. I hope it’s not too much, dream.

I’m just babbling but I went black friday shopping. I kind of found out that I have been buying shit for a second of relief. I get happy that I have something to look forward to. is it retail therapy?? I bought some skincare products so hopefully they work out. for some reason, every time I do skincare, everything just sits there on top of my skin or it burns. like damn 💀

this entire message seems like I roller coaster like you started off sad and then straight into skincare lol? I guess I feel lighter after releasing my words. right now I’m about to go stuff my entire face with leftover Thanksgiving food. happy Thanksgiving btw if you celebrate it. if you do celebrate it, did you do anything? any black friday shopping? it’s really hard not to fall victim to sales 🥲🤣

hiiiii my lovely 😵‍💫 anon <3

its never too much, so don't worry. it saddens me to read how you've been feeling though, especially in regards to your friend. its lovely you want to help them, but truly, you deserved to be help first in your life. you've gotta make sure you're good, then you're best able to help others too.

dont feel too bad about shopping like that. literally, a lot of us has been there. i literally had a shopping addiction a couple of years ago, without realizing it. luckily, i was able to get out of it. hahah so really, its just one of them things sometimes. lol theres nothing wrong w a lil retail therapy though, i mean why not treat yourself ? i hope the skincare works out <3 any product recs ??

and thank you <3 i hope you had a great thanksgiving !! i just spent the time with friends and family, and actually had one of the best thanksgivings i've had in a while hehe and i made a new friend ! i did go black friday shopping, but i mainly shopped deals online which have ~finally~ started arriving recently and i love them sm. youre so right tho, but i was like hey i could def use some things and the deals truly were irresistable in that moment LOL

anyway, i hope youre feeling better now and im glad youre able to come here and vent, and leave yourself feeling lighter in that moment ! <3

xoxo

[flutters-shygal]

TW: physical abuse

This concussion… It's not the first time, and it brings me back how a fucking concussion actually SAVED my life. My parents, especially my father, took away EVERYTHING from me. My childhood, and my adulthood up to now. They abused me for years, I got blamed for everything, I got punished for everything, I got punched for everything. My father, when he stopped kickboxing, he started doing Krav Maga. The one contact sport that's known for casually breaking bones and sending people to the hospital, a self-defense sport that the military uses. He practiced it on us. He got kicked out for being too aggressive with it. He kept "practicing" it on us. I remember being like 16 years old, I just knew I was trans, the abuse was getting worse, and I had grabbed a chair to use it as a shield to protect myself. Or it was to protect my sister, I don't know anymore. All I know is that if he focused on me, neither of my sisters would get it. I remember tossing the chair at his head, the only thing I could think of, because he had a fire poker in his hand and was clearly planning to hit me with it. The chair missed, it hit a couch, making a tear in it. My parents sent me to a mental hospital then, one different from the one they sent me to when I was younger (different story, but there they treated me like I was mad because I didn't eat meat. I was a vegetarian, they literally locked me up in one of those rooms for that.) This mental hospital however, treated me more like an adult. They… Saw absolutely nothing wrong with me, because all the time I was there, I was just… Safe. Someone who was there because of her severe nicotine addiction, she gave me the sweetest words, she helped me with being truly me. I had offered a hug to a person well in his forties, because he felt like he had to suppress everything… It was the first time he cried in years, and he thanked me for it. I got sent back home after a month. The "issues" started again. I got sent back, to which I got sent back again after merely two weeks. I locked myself in my room then, and didn't come out anymore. Every time I was in contact with my parents, I would get yelled at, blamed for everything. I had met someone online luckily, and I was meeting him as often as I could, just to get out of the house. Unfortunately, his parents convinced him that because I am poor, that the only reason I want him, is because he had money… Which means after a couple years, we broke up too. I still locked myself in my room… Afraid of my own parents, not wanting to interfere anymore, hearing the shouting to my sister, as the oldest one had luckily moved out at this point. I remember building my computer for the first time, 10 years ago. I remember deliberately doing it downstairs, so that they could see, in the hopes I would do something they would be proud of. I got completely ignored. But later on, that same computer got used in arguments, always about why the internet was slow. Even though I was only awake at night ever more, so the computer was only on at night, their internet speed wasn't affected by me… Existing. I remember one day, I was in the kitchen, my father on the computer… There were infrastructure works outside, on the internet. He blamed me for the internet not working, demanded I fixed it. I… Decided to walk the dog instead, wanting to just go away from a lose-lose situation… He took that personally. In the hallway, while I was getting ready, the dog had his leash on, I was getting my jacket on… He showed up right in front of my face, and then… I remember nothing. I remember suddenly sitting on my bed, with a massive headache. These things happened more often… He'd get aggressive with me, and then I remember nothing until late after the fact…

I believe something happened, some sort of switch, where I simply wasn't there anymore, just so I wouldn't experience the abuse. I remember on one day fighting it, because it happened unprovoked, while I was walking the dog. I remember my body going into auto-pilot. I remember experiencing myself as if I was in a large, dark room, and whatever my eyes were seeing, happening very far away. I remember the dog, looking at me, and his usual, cheery behavior when walking changing. He… Was guiding me. The roles were reversed, and he was steering me clear of the traffic now. I've never talked about this with anyone in my family. I did with psychologists. I forgot what they said… Then there's the fateful day. I was 20 or 21 by now. I don't remember clearly anymore. But I do remember my dad suddenly barging into my room, dragging me out of bed, kicking my head, and saying something about how I should be ashamed… He went away, I was in pain, not knowing anything… He came back, the beatings continued, he yelled something about mowing the lawn, I was never aware of this… He left again, I was again, writhing in pain… He came back once more, I don't remember much anymore of what happened then, it went black… The next day, I had an appointment. I was feeling terrible, my head was pounding, I couldn't keep my balance. I told what happened to the people there, who immediately rang up their emergency team. I also went to the doctor then, who did tell me it was clearly a concussion. They told me they were getting me out of there. I got an emergency house. The literal day after, I was moved out. I didn't have a lot of stuff, only some clothes, my bike and my computer. My mom packed me some things still, some food, some plates, all in boxes. I remember a few days afterwards, me going out to get a slice of cake. I took a picture of it. I felt free, that was my "freedom meal." However, it didn't last. Only a month or so later, my parents basically demanded to know where I was, so they could bring me to a family party… They knew where I lived by now. I wasn't safe anymore… I lived every day in that house in fear again, fear that they would show up. It didn't help that I had several (drunk) people use my house as target practice either during the time I was there. I eventually found an apartment, I had to. The emergency house was only temporary. I got an "emergency packet" of furniture, because the apartment didn't have anything, and I still only owned just my clothes, bike and computer. I moved there, the rent was steep (for me) and the stairway was extremely slim and dangerous. But I was safe… For a week. They demanded to know again where I lived. This time under the guise of giving me some furniture… I again didn't feel safe anymore, and ontop of that, there was the neighbor that kept smoking like a chimney, and it was getting all in my apartment. This kept going for years. Until summer last year finally, when I got this apartment I live in now. I decided to keep my mouth shut about where I live. All I've said is that I've moved, that they wont find me again on the old address. I finally started feeling somewhat safe over here. But in all that time, they stole anything that could've been me… I've finally started up an OnlyFans for example, something I wanted to do since I've hit 20, something I am now feeling like I've completely missed my prime for it… I could've been done with my hormones, but due to threats my dad gave to both me and the therapist, I've decided it was safer to just… Quit. They stole my life… My entire life… I've been nothing but afraid, and now I am 28, and I feel like I've missed out on every single opportunity because of it all…

[redhoodieone]

His Girl Part 2

Warnings: Language, SMUT, heartbreak, and fluffiness.

“Jay…” Y/N breathes against Jason’s lips. Her eyes shift from his emerald eyes to his adorable pout. “You don’t want this with me. You shouldn’t want this with me.”

Jason pulls back from her and his face falls. The look of heartbreak pains Y/N, but she can’t help but feel the way she feels, because why would someone so attractive and perfect like Jason want with a short, chubby, and plain looking girl like her?

Jason lifts Y/N’s chin so they can see eye to eye. “I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. Sweetheart, when you first looked at me, I was done for. You know, I never believed in God. You know damn well I’m not the religious type, despite the jokes from the league who say I could have been a priest in another life,” he says with a small smile. He holds his hand up as if he’s taking an oath. “But I swear to God when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel. You stood there, you were lovely and gentle, and at that moment I knew something good had to exist in this fucked up world because you were brought into my life, and you made me want to be a better man...for you.”

“Dick’s right. He’s right about me. You don’t want me, Jay. I’m nothing special. I’m not beautiful. I’m not skinny. I’m not smart, funny, or even interesting,” Y/N admits.

“How can you even say that to me? Did you forget our talk last summer?” Jason says carefully, his gaze never breaking hers.

“I didn’t forget, Jay. I just don’t think we should start anything up between us. It’ll just-”

“So, what am I not good for you?” he snaps, his tone is harsh as he accuses her.

“What? No! I didn’t say that. Why are you so mad at me, Jay?” Y/N asks quietly.

“I’m not mad. I’m hurt,” Jason admits, before he decides he can’t stand the distance between them anymore. With both hands, he roughly grabs Y/N’s hips and pulls her body closer to his. He moves one hand up her back until he’s holding the back of her head; forcing her to keep her eyes on him. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to see you talk to other guys? Do you know how difficult it is for me to stand by and see these other assholes get to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you? Do you realize how close I’ve gotten to ‘accidentally’ shooting Dickie-bird in his balls just because you were flirting with him? I couldn’t stand it sweetheart, and I still can’t.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in surprise at Jason’s confession. The pull is too strong for both of them to ignore. Jason takes a chance and lowers his head to kiss Y/N. His lips are initially warm and rough, but they fit perfectly against her gentle and soft lips. The second Y/N kisses Jason back with as much fervor, he realizes his feelings couldn’t be one-sided.

The kiss wasn’t deep yet. They barely pull back enough to breathe before Jason takes the reins and rests his forehead against hers. He teases her by leaning in to kiss her but then pulling back when her lips chase after his. She inhales sharply when his scent fills her nostrils; his exotic, smoky woods, sandalwood, and spices make her weak in her knees that she has to hold both his forearms to keep herself steady. Luckily, Jason manages to hold her up, and he brings her close enough to grind his evident bulge against her core. “Please...please let me show you how much I want you. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me and how much I want all of you,” Jason whispers against Y/N’s lips.

Jason’s green eyes burn into Y/N’s eyes. She licks her lips. “Okay,” she breathes out.

Jason surges forward and slams his mouth against Y/N’s. He wastes no time licking her bottom lip, seeking entrance to taste her and have her in ways he’s always imagined. When she opens her mouth wider, he falls deeper when he realizes her taste is addictive, and he knows this can’t be the last time he’ll kiss her. Their tongues rub and stroke each other’s, and he bites her bottom lip.

He pulls back only to see if she wants more. The look of lust in her eyes is enough. He carefully pushes her backwards until the back of her knees tough the bed. She crawls up to her pillow so she can lie down, her hair fans out around her, creating an illusion of an angelic halo.

Jason looks down at Y/N with adoration. He knows for a fact he’s never looked at a woman like this. He knows she’s the first and will be the last woman he’ll look at like this.

He can tell she’s nervous to make the next move. He smiles softly and begins to undress himself. Kicking off his boots and socks, he shrugs off his jacket and his Kevlar armor. He notices she’s watching intently, biting her bottom lip.

Jason can’t help but smirk. Once he shoves down his pants, he’s left in just his boxer briefs, which nearly exposes how hard his cock is for her.

He crawls on the bed until he’s hovering above her. His hands move to her pajama pants, but he doesn’t pull them down just yet.

“Are you sure you want this?” Jason whispers to her. His voice is deeper and rougher.

Y/N nods her head. “Yes, I want you, Jay,” she whispers back.

Jason kisses her softly to help her relax. He tugs her pajama pants down to her knees. He pulls back from her lips and sits up when he realizes she’s not wearing any panties. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “No panties?” he teases.

“I...I don’t like to sleep with underwear on,” she confessions shyly. He thinks it’s cute when she blushes.

“That’s perfectly okay, doll. Now that I know, maybe I can join you in bed sometime?”

Y/N giggles at that as she watches Jason move down until his face is in front of her pussy. She quickly sits up and tries to cover her modesty.

“Wait, you-you don’t have to do that. It’s okay. You don’t have to,” Y/N stammers.

Jason smiles softly at her. He quickly sits up to kiss her, to get her to relax. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to sweetheart,” he says, as he helps Y/N remove her top so she’s completely naked in front of him. His hands rub her arms, chest, and stomach, which seems to help her lie back down. “I want to eat you. I want to eat this delicious, wet pussy so much that you’ll be cumming all over my face.”

Y/N blushes more as Jason grins smugly and winks at her before he lowers himself back down to lick her folds. She gasps out in surprise and reaches down to grab his dark hair to tug.

“Oh God,” she whines out.

“Fuck baby girl, you taste so fucking good. You’re sweeter than apple pie,” Jason moans out.

He sucks her clit on the borderline of pain and pleasure, and when he releases it, he can see her pupils dilate with lust.  

Jason smiles against her pussy and uses his fingers to part her folds so he can circle her clit with his tongue. He knows he has experience going down on women, but he also realizes that every woman is different. Deciding to show her a few different ways to cum, he switches up his methods. As he continues to rotate between licking and sucking Y/N’s clit, he pushes a finger inside to warm her up. And with all the noise she’s making, he knows he’s on the right path.

“Oh fuck...Jay. Finger me harder,” Y/N pleads.

He keeps his eyes on her. When she tries to close her eyes, he slaps her thigh. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see you cum,” he demands.

Y/N opens her eyes, and it makes everything better for him. Just feeling how tight and wet she is drives his cock to twitch hard in his underwear. He adds a second finger and strokes up against her walls. He can feel she’s close to cumming just by her clenching his fingers. He licks and sucks her clit faster and harder, as he drives a third finger inside her and rubs against her g-spot. He has her now. She’s going to cum for him and he’s excited as fuck.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, my God! Jay! I’m cumming!” Y/N cries out. She sits up and pulls his hair harder.

Jason keeps his eyes on her and hums for her to go ahead and cum. He refuses to take his eyes and mouth off her. He needs her to cum.

With his fingers fucking her pussy loud enough to create that wet, sopping sound, Jason wraps his mouth against Y/N’s pussy to catch her cum. He moans in delight at her taste, and he can feel his cock leaking more precum in his underwear. Once she calms down from her hard orgasm, he quickly stands up and pulls down his underwear.

Y/N is stunned to see Jason’s cock. She knew he was big, partly because of his pants and boxer briefs displaying his rather big bulge. But seeing it in person and up close is different. She knows he’s above average, but his cock is thicker than she imagined. She swallows hard when the red, swollen tip leaks precum.  

Once Jason’s completely naked, he climbs on top of her. Y/N reaches to stroke his cock, but he gently moves her hand away. “As much as I’d like you to touch my cock and maybe suck on it, I don’t want to cum that way. I want to cum in you,” Jason says softly.

When his cock brushes against her pussy, Y/N knew she needs inside her. “I want you to cum inside me. Please...please fuck me,” she pleads.

Hearing her beg does something to him. Jason kisses Y/N hard and moves his hand between them to push his cock inside her. She gasps breathlessly as he groans at how well she’s taking him. She’s tight, warm, and wet, and he knows he’s not going to last long. He looks down at her and his heart swells at the fact that she’s looking up at him as if he is her world. His hands move all over her body, tracing scars and stretch marks, as her own nails scratch down his arms and back.

Y/N takes Jason by surprise when she bites his jaw and giggles when he nips her neck. The intimacy between them is what makes them happier in the moment. But when the tip of his cock brushes against her g-spot, she clenches around his cock, causing his thrusts from going slow to fast and hard now.

“Jay...fuck me harder. Faster, please,” Y/N begs breathlessly.

Jason’s hips slam into hers, his pelvic bone rubs deliciously against her clit. She squeezes around him again, and he knows he won’t be able to last longer. “Okay, sweetheart, okay,” Jason chokes out. He angles his thrusts to be deeper and to hit her sweet spot every time.

She wraps her arms around him and brings his face down to kiss him. He moans against her mouth, and not being able to breathe properly is doing something to him. He quickens his thrusts and moves a hand in between them to rub her clit hard and fast to match his thrusts.

Y/N and Jason break apart to breathe and she throws her head back. He watches in awe at her falling apart because of him, her orgasm takes him by surprise. She cries out his name. She cums hard around his cock and soaks him in her sweet juices that forces his own orgasm out of him.

“Fuck...Y/N, fucking Christ,” Jason moans loudly. He grunts hard and moans when he slams deeper inside her, coating her insides with his seed. He squeezes her hips and thrusts a few more times until he’s sure she’s gotten all his cream.

When he pulls his cock out, he can feel himself get hard again from just seeing his cum seep out of her pussy.

Jason inhales hard and collapses next to her. His arms instantly wrap around her, and she willingly cuddles against him. Fear runs through him, though. “Please be mine...” he dares to whisper. He wonders if she even heard him. The fear of rejection scares him more than anything right now.

“Yes, I’ll be yours,” Y/N whispers back. She kisses his chest and lies her head back down on him. She falls asleep to his even breathing and his hand rubbing her back.

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The next morning was a rude awakening for Dick Grayson. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. Out of him and his family, Jason was supposed to be the shallow, man whore who slept around with girl after girl every night. Jason was supposed to be less likely one to find a girl, actually fall in love with her and be serious. Because anyone who knows the Batboys knows each of them are viewed a certain way.

 Bruce is the playboy billionaire.

Dick is charming and sweet.

Jason is rough bad boy.

Tim is intelligent and kind.

Damian is a cute demon spawn.

And even Alfred is a badass savage.

 When Jason and Y/N announced their relationship, Dick smirked to himself. He knew there was no way Jason was ‘serious relationship material’ and he knew their relationship would end before it even started.

 He’ll fuck up. He always screws up because he inevitably fucks up everything he does, Dick thinks to himself. And once he does, I’ll be there for her, and she’ll be mine.

 But Jason never fucks up, not with Y/N. To everyone, Jason and Y/N are beautifully perfect together. Dick does manage to fix his friendship with Y/N, and the two are closer than they’ve ever been. It isn’t until after Jason and Y/N’s one year anniversary that Dick finally accepts their relationship.

 Because it wasn’t long until Jason got Bruce and Alfred’s blessing to propose to Y/N. The engagement ring is a beautiful black solitaire diamond, and the reason doesn’t confuse Dick at all, because Y/N isn’t like other diamonds.

 Their wedding is something out of a fairy tale storybook. Dick had to admit that seeing Y/N in a wedding dress made him cry, because he knew she would have the time of her life with Jason on the honeymoon.

 Three years later, Jason and Y/N announce they’re having their first child together, a boy, the news actually made Bruce tear up because Jason and Y/N were giving him his first grandson.

 Call it fucking karma, but Dick finally saw just how beautiful Y/N was, as a wife and a mother.

 But Dick was just a little too late.

 And now she was Jason’s.

 His girl.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

A Failed Betrothal (Part 3)

There were a lack of stuff to read so I posted this instead.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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PART 3

The next day was weird to say the least for everyone but for Marinette, it was another can of worms that she wished she didn’t open. For one thing, Chat Noir’s feelings obsession for Ladybug switched from one black-haired girl to another which unfortunately was Ladybug’s civilian form. Which meant Marinette had to deal with Adrien’s Chat-Noir-level flirting and bad pick-up lines.

Perfect, just perfect.

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Everyone thought that a declaration speech of ‘being soulmates and the only one for him’ in front of the whole class from the ‘love of your life’ would warrant a ‘blushing to death and stammering’ or ‘outright fainting’. Not a facepalm, a groan, “Why me?” and a “I am sorry but NO. I don’t feel the same way about you”. Marinette vaguely wondered if there was some kind of rule for interesting events and confrontations to happen during lunch break while the class waits for Mme Bustier to start the lessons.

Marinette went to sit in her seat next to Chloe in the back row where she and her friends had been exiled to. The class was in stunned silence and questioning about whether or not they had fallen into an alternate universe or dreaming. Nathaniel and Alix tried to hide their snickers. Chloe just started outright laughing, turning very red in the face.

Marinette felt a nudge from Plagg in her bag. Looking down, she saw them holding up her phone to show Lila’s gaping face of horror with a wicked smug grin on their face. She looked through the photos to see everyone’s faces of confusion and shock at her rejection. Eyes wide and jaws dropped on the ground. Different shots of her classmates in the same state. She smirked and showed them to Chloe who calmed down enough, letting out the occasional giggles and took the phone with glee.

“Thank you, Plagg. Here you go.” she whispered, giving them a camembert macaron.(Tom had started experimenting with camembert in his recipes. Plagg is his first taste tester for all of them, making Tom one of Plagg’s favourite people.)

Adrien didn’t take the rejection very well.

“But we are meant to be. You are a designer and I am a model. Our partnership is the one to be envied by many for the ages.”

“And by that logic,” The designer turned to her main model for her MDC website, “Chloe, my love, will you be my one and only? For our love shines so bright ,paralleled only by a thousand suns.” Using the same voice Plagg does when they go on one of their love odes about camembert before losing her straight face and giggling.(Plagg doesn’t know whether to be offended or amused.)

Setting Chloe’s laughter off again. “Mariiiii,...stop….I can’t..*gasps*....I can’t…”

Nathaniel and Alix, finally lost control and joined Chloe in death by laughter. Adrien was flustered, turning red in the face either from anger, embarrassment or both.

“But Chloe isn’t a model.”

Marinette decided to put a stop to this, just on the off chance that Gabriel finally decides to akumatized his own son. She recomposed herself.

“She is the main model for my website and we have a partnership. You, however, work for your father. So does Miss Rossi. Does that sound like the partnership to be envied by many for the ages? Hmmm, Agreste? Anyways, like I said before, I have no interest in dating you.”

“Why not? We are friends and sometimes, friends like each other enough to date each other.” Adrien angrily asked.

“Because-”

“Because, Adrikins,” Chloe cuts in, “friends having to date because one of them is interested in something more makes no sense and is fucked-up. Marinette doesn’t owe you anything. Besides, she already has a long distance boyfriend who lives in America.”

“WHAT!?” Adrien shouted.

“What?!” The class had snapped out of their stupor. Since when had Marinette gotten over Adrien and had a boyfriend?

“What?” Marinette looked at Chloe with wide-eyes. Last she checked she was still single so what the hell was Chloe playing at. For Kwami’s sake, she hadn’t been on a date since the one with Luka which went awkwardly before they agreed that they think of each other as siblings and it will be best to stay that way.

Chloe gave her a look that said ‘I will explain later.’

“Oh yes, they met online a few months ago and now they are all lovey-dovey together. It’s just so ridiculous, so utterly ridiculous how disgustingly in love they are. They have video call dates at least once a week and somehow make it work despite the time differences. He once came all the way to Paris just to see her. He brought her some special flowers that apparently meant-”

Marinette slapped her hand over Chloe’s mouth. “Well, Chloe, Queenie, as much as I love you as my friend, you can stop gushing about my love life now. Because class is about to start.”

She said through gritted teeth as Mme Bustier finished taking her sweet time and walked in. Sadly, Alya wasn’t done with the conversation ,“Wait a minute, since when did Chloe and you become close enough that she is modeling for you? And a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me, Girl? I thought we were friends. What about Adrien, he just confessed to you and you had been crushing on him for so long” Many girls gasped, angry that Alya broke the unspoken girl code.

“You have a crush on me?” Adrien looked hopeful. Like a lost kitten that had been stuck in the rain, was let into someone’s home.

“I had a crush on you,” Marinette corrected him, emphasising on the past tense, “and Alya had no business of sharing that information to the entire world despite us not being friends anymore.” She glared at the journalist who at least looked ashamed.

“You wanted to date Kagami so I moved on.”

One of the reasons anyway. I found out that you were my partner who had no concept of boundaries. You are a coward who only wants to maintain the class peace at the price of my mental health, she thought.

“Instead of continuing to pursue you.” She hoped the ever dense and oblivious model would get the hint she gave him. Tikki ,just this once, Grant me that ladybug luck.

“And Mme Bustier, it is time to start the lessons, don’t you think? Instead of focusing on the class drama to gossip about later on.” Marinette glared at the teacher, reminding her to do her job.

“Oh. Right.” Mme Bustier tried to regain her ‘perfect teacher’ image after getting embarrassed at being caught, “Right. Class, turn to page-”

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As soon as the bell rang for the end of school, Marinette dragged Chloe all the way to her room. Alix and Nathaniel followed them because as far as they know, Marinette had no boyfriends and they were as curious to find out what scheme Chloe had cooked up this time. They were as complicated and crazy as Ladybug’s. No offense, Marinette.

“Okay, Queenie, you have to explain why I now have a devoted American boyfriend who I am so in love with.” Marinette crossed her arms with a frown aimed at Chloe. The kwamis got out of their respective hiding places and went to the tray of food set out for them.

The trapdoor to her room opened, revealing the rest of their friend group before Chloe said anything.

“Did we miss anything?” Kagami asked as Longg and Sass joined the other kwamis.

“Juleka said something about an American boyfriend and how he sounds so romantic. Does that have to do anything with the text Alix sent us to come here?” Luka added.

“To recap, Adrien made a love confession to Marinette,” Alix started, biting into some of the delicious pastries the Dupain-Chengs gave them, ”in front of the entire class after an entire day of flirting and bad pick-up lines.”

“Wow, even after having his memories erased of being Chat Noir, he is still after Ladybug.” Luka chuckled, with the others joining in.

Marinette whined, “It was easier when he was Chat Noir. But now as Adrien Agreste, teen heartthrob, it is going to be much more difficult to get into his thick head that I don’t see him that way and it is going to get harder, now that Alya outed my old crush to him.”

“Oof. Sucks to be you.”

“So, our Mari-bug rejected him. He threw a tantrum and sulked, so like Chat Noir, how did we not notice?,” Alix continued, “After demanding reasons why they can’t date, Chloe gave Marinette an American boyfriend who she was in a long-distance relationship with. Speaking of, why did you do that?”

“I have known Adrik- Adrien since we were in diapers and I know how that mangy cat works. He grew up on Disney and had all those fairytales stuffed into his head. If you had told him that you were just not interested in dating at the moment, it won’t work because he will try his hardest to ‘woo’ you, because he still has a chance. He won’t push his luck as much if you were off the market.” Chloe explained.

“I am sure that, judging by the fact that Chat Noir still tries to date Ladybug despite her saying she is in love with someone, Adrien might try to get more proof of this boyfriend to make sure Marinette is just not pretending to have one.” Kagami pointed out.

“Ahh, but luckily I have a back-up plan. I have a friend, Tim Drake. We met at a few galas when we were younger and kept in touch. He also owes me a favor.”

“I hope this Tim Drake is cute.”

“He is and he’s older than you by two years and,” Chloe typed something on her phone, “A fellow caffeine addict so you can bond over that. Here’s a picture of him and his brother.”

On her phone were two extremely attractive and fit young men dressed in expensive suits at what looked like a gala, the older one had a charming polite smile with bright blue eyes, looking somewhat interested at what someone off-screen was saying despite looking like he will fall over any moment. His brother, however, looked like he would rather be anywhere but where he was. He was tanned and had green eyes that promised murder for daring to even breathe in his direction. Marinette noticed that he looked a little familiar but she can’t place why.

“Tim is the one that looks like he hasn’t slept in days and that’s his brother Damian next to him.”

“Wait a minute. That’s Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. The sons of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire co-CEO of Wayne Industries, which Tim Drake is also co-CEO of.” Nathaniel said with wide eyes and looked at Chloe, “You are using your favor to give our Mari here a fake boyfriend.”

“Of course, only the best for our Mari-bug.”

“Chloe, no, he is probably busy as he is with running the company. No need to get him involved in petty teenage drama.” No matter how much she doesn’t want to date Adrien, bothering a busy guy to be her fake boyfriend is not worth it in Marinette’s opinion. Which, of course, gets overruled by the overprotectiveness of her friends.

“I, for one, think this is one of Chloe’s better plans.” Kagami commented, the others agreeing with her. Traitors.

“Hey!” Chloe exclaimed, an offended look on her face, “Anyways, I will call him later.”

“Children, you better go home now before your parents worry.” Sabine’s voice came from below, “Remember we are also going through some drills tonight so try not to be late.” Having a former assassin for a mother is handy when you want to train a team of teenage superheroes.

“Bye, guys. See you later.”

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“Just because you have been trained since birth does not excuse you from the drills. You also need to get used to the black cat.” Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ reprimanded her with her arms crossed. When Ladybug started her new team, she was the first permanent member but as the team got bigger, she stepped back to be back-up and mentor for the team.

“Yes, Maman, I know but I am nearly finished with this commission. I will catch up with you later. Promise.” Marinette stretched, looking up from her latest project. Plagg was napping in the little basket she had made for all the kwamis to sleep in which fit all of them and had some extra space for Nooroo and Dusuu after they had been retrieved.

The reason she had Plagg instead of Tikki who was with Alix was because of the new tactic the Miraculous Team came up with. To keep the balance the Ladybug and Black Cat must be active at the same time but with Adrien gone, someone must wield the ring until a new permanent holder is found and it was not a good idea for both of them to be on the same person at the same time. The team decided to rotate using the earrings and ring between them with Marinette using other miraculouses when the others have them. It also had the added bonus of making it harder for Hawkmoth to find out who has them at any given time.

“See you later, 灵儿 (líng er, means intelligence). I will give you 15 minutes but that’s it. Don’t be late.” Sabine sighed and got out the skylight and went towards the safehouse where the Miraculous team met to get training. (It is one of Sabine’s emergency safehouse to use in times of emergency and it had the required space to train 6 teenagers. Chat Noir never came to training, lazy cat.)

Marinette never made it to the warehouse.

Because a few minutes after her mother left, the skylight opened to let in five figures dressed in dark colours to easily blend into the shadows like they were trained to be. Too bad they weren’t as quiet. Marinette immediately summoned a bo-staff to defend herself.

One of them lunged at her and she retaliated by hitting the end of her staff to their middle, coupled with a couple more blows and landed one that knocked them out. The others threw throwing stars which she dodged by jumping back. Which landed her to be trapped by the two assassins, whom she didn’t notice, had moved. She cursed in every language she knew as she struggled against them. It led to no avail as she was badly out-numbered. There was a prick on her head and her world went black.

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Plagg awoke to a loud commotion. Irritated, they poked their head out to see their new temporary kit knocked out, tied up and hauled away. Recognizing the kidnappers as assassins of the League of Shadows, they scowled. Ra’s Al Ghul was going to pay.

Plagg may not act like it much but the black kwami was patient and smart. Smart enough to leave a note with an explanation somewhere visible with the messy aftermath of a fight before trailing the assassins. Oh, Roarr’s tiger was going to be pissed once she found out what happened. Wherever they were taking Marinette, it would be best to have a kwami of destruction to help her escape. The night made Plagg almost invisible and allowed to move unseen. They caught up easily and hid in their holder’s midnight hair. Now, their patience came into play. It was a matter of waiting for the right moment to pounce.

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(Part 4)

[hops-hunny]

What’s in a Name?

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: When two beautiful people fall in love, everything can go right. Or, the one where Blaise gets the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: None?? Mentions of past self hate, positive use of the word fat.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!

Fat. It was a word (Y/n) had thrown at her from a young age but had grown to become neutral with as she got older. See, the (y/h/h) was fortunate enough to grow up in a household with her dear aunt Marlene who brought her up on the principle that ‘fat and ugly were not synonymous’ which she found herself quite fortunate of. You see, Marlene herself was an extravagant woman. She never stepped out of the house unless she was runway ready, long acrylic nails, hair curled in the prettiest of waves, and a face of makeup that could put anyone to shame. Marlene found her niece to be reminiscent of herself when she was younger. But, she also knew no matter the great example she showed her and the encouragement she’d give her, the world around her would affect the way she viewed herself until she reached a certain age.

However luckily for (Y/n), that age was when she hit the ripe age of 14. She was sick of it. Sick of feeling like a prisoner of her own body. Sick of hiding from mirrors, sick of wearing clothes that fit her like potato sacks just to hide the figure that she was naturally born with. Why should she have to feel bad because the world wasn’t ready to accept her for who she was? Why should she have to hide away due to a bit of extra weight and fat? So, after a long night of crying she decided from that day forward she would do her absolute best to at least accept her body for what it was. She didn’t wanna skip meals anymore just to make everyone around her comfortable. She didn’t want to avoid clothes that made her figure less of a figure. She wanted to live and be free in the body she was currently in.

If she could go back to where she was when she was 14, she’d tell herself she had exceeded that limitation. She was far beyond just accepting herself for who she was, she loved who she was. (Y/n) found herself falling in love with a new thing about herself every time she found herself blessed with the fortune of time to look in a mirror. Whether it was the way the rolls of her back reminded her of the ocean or the bumps and lumps around her hip area that were reminiscent of clouds, she loved every bit of herself. Even though it took her time to get there, she didn't regret it one bit.

Her confidence and demeanor attracted a lot of positive attention wherever she went. Her friends adored her and so did many other people around the castle! There was always a few wronguns here and there but that goes without saying. Even if you change your outlook on life, in a society where fat is a sin there will always be your self proclaimed saints. The more popular opinion shared throughout the castle though was ‘if she could find love in herself, why shouldn’t I be able to as well?’. Although it’s hard for one girl to change the world, she came quite close to it, always offering a shoulder to anyone in need and a helpful word of advice to anyone on the path of self acceptance and love.

There was one person who noticed her much more than that. Some would say it was a crush but no, it went quite deeper than that. He found himself being absolutely enamored by her. Her confidence, her positivity, her ever radiant beauty. All those things he found to be addicting, entrancing. Never had he come across a woman of any sorts who was so sure of herself, so proud to be in the skin she was born in. (Y/n) knew who she was and honestly? It was fucking hot. Blaise Zabini wasn’t one to make wild claims which is why when he thought about how he felt, he was very sure of the feeling. He absolutely adored the goddess that was (Y/n) (L/n). So why was it so hard to say it to her?

The way she made him feel had him in a whirlwind of emotions. A lot of the times, he was infuriated. Not by the way she made him feel, but the way she made him act. Blaise was always a hit with women from all houses around hogwarts. Why wouldn’t he be? When you’re a tall, dark, and handsome man with oodles of charismatic charm and yes, a fat load of cash, who wouldn’t wanna be yours? He could have any woman he wanted wrapped around his finger before he even opened his mouth. But around her, around her? His mouth would close as soon as it opened. He’d feel a rush of heat move to his face and his ears would start ringing. What was this feeling? This feeling that made him act so idiotic. This feeling that had him awake late at night, wondering what it would be like if he only said-

“Hi.” his head snapped up at the sound of a familiar warm voice. The same voice that made his heart race wildly, the same voice that made him act like one of those stupid fucking Hufflepuffs. All nerves and scurrying to find something, anything to say. There she was right in front of him, looking uncharacteristically shy. She had her arms behind her back one hand gripping at her other wrist as she looked up at him through thick lashes. “Have I wronged you in any way?”

“Hm?” he hummed out, still dazed as he looked down at her with a soft look present on his face. He cleared his throat slightly, pulling at the collar of his shirt that was suddenly too tight. Too constricting, too-

“Have I wronged you? I always see you staring at me quite a bit.” she repeated, gaining her confidence back some. God was he always this bloody gorgeous? Well, to her he was. She had her eye on him ever since she’d ran into him on the train back in first year. “I know I’m quite pretty, but I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate that. No?” she questioned, taking a step closer to him. She felt her hands grow sweaty at the smell of his aftershave, a sharp smell in comparison to her own strawberry body mist.

Was she flirting with him? He couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t he tell? He always could tell. Many upon many times he found himself rejecting women before they could even get the chance to confess how they felt. So why now, why with her could he not? Was this- was this nerves? “My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that. I-I mean I don’t have a girlfriend!” he stumbled out, cursing under his breath slightly. He felt himself grow quite warm as he heard her giggle. He looked up at the sound once more wishing he hadn’t. She looked radiant in the glow of the late evening sun. Her round cheeks prominent as her face turned up in a smile before she quirked a brow at him.

“Ah I see then. You don’t have a girlfriend but you were staring?” she questioned, feeling a bit guilty about how she was enjoying the usually calm and collected boy lose his composure. His face fell straight before processing what she said. (Y/n) could see a whirlwind of emotions happen behind his eyes in such a short period of time. ‘Isn’t it funny that only a few years prior this would have been me? I can’t wait to tell Rose-Marie about this later.’

“I-I.. you know what? Yeah I do stare at you quite a bit. More often than not, I find myself staring at you.” he closed the distance between them, her soft frame pressing against his tone one. He lifted two of his fingers up to her chin, lifting her head softly. “How could I not? You’re an absolute work of art. Only the most worthy of men should be able to gaze at such a rare beauty and I find myself to be very worthy.” he whispered softly, his dark umber eyes staring into the (h/c) haired girl’s (e/c) ones.

It */was crazy how with such few words, he could make her feel so breathless, so woozy. Was she awake right now? The moment she had been waiting for since first year was currently right in front of her. The years spent dreaming, pining from a distance all gone in a few words. She smiled up at him, placing a soft hand on the man’s toned chest. Even through his clothes she could feel that he had a nice build to him. “I suppose you’re worthy. I mean look at us, we’re both beautiful. Imagine the gallery of art we’d be together.” she said, confident in her words as she bat her eyelashes. (Y/n) would be damned if she was the only one left breathless and flustered after this exchange.

“Well, why imagine dear? I’ll be taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend.” He said, turning around as he began to walk off. She was stunned. Was this the infamous charm she had heard him having? As much as (Y/n) had heard about how charming and suave Blaise was, she had never heard of him asking anyone out for a date. Knowing this gave her her own boost of confidence.

“You will be? What makes you so sure I’ll be there?” Blaise froze, turning his head back at the girl’s teasing words. He smirked. She really was something else.

“Oh I know. I wasn’t the only one staring all this time, I saw you too.” he winked laughing some before turning around walking off. (Y/n) felt herself smiling some as she shook her head before her eyes widened.

“Wait, what am I gonna wear?!”

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There was exactly 30 minutes until Blaise was meant to arrive and (Y/n) was nowhere near ready yet. See, she had planned on being ready early, even going as far as to get up at the time she usually did for class. However, after an impromptu dance session in her underwear her luck had run out. She wasn’t completely unprepared though, her hair had been done the night before and her makeup not taking much time, the main cause of concern was her outfit. 

The problem wasn’t a lack of clothes, it was quite the opposite. She had so many clothes that she had absolutely no idea of what to wear! She frustratedly slammed her fist on the pile of clothes in front of her letting out a few choice words. In a moment of defeat, she looked up at her empty wardrobe- wait a second. (Y/n) quickly scrambled to her wardrobe, slipping and sliding on the sea of clothes that lined the way before quickly yanking out the clothes covered hanger. On the hanger was a two piece set.

 The top was a wisteria purple crop top with puffy short sleeves, the skirt the same exact shade with a ruffle hem. “This is perfect! Where did this come from?” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. The outfit clung to her plush body, every curve visible and apparent. The girl smiled, smoothing her hand over the outline of her stomach that was apparent through her skirt. Years ago she would’ve been bothered by the entire concept of the outfit but now the outline of her figure made her smile like an old friend. She quickly put on a pair of white chunky sneakers, accessorizing the outfit with a few necklaces and rings as well just in time to hear a knock on the door. She did another once over in the mirror before quickly running to the door pulling it open to reveal Blaise standing there. She felt her face grow warm at his appearance.

He wore a form fitting maroon sweatshirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, a pair of jeans that weren’t skinny but fit to his figure in the most flattering of ways, and a pair of expensive shoes from some brand she couldn’t even begin to try and pronounce. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers composed of forget me nots, baby’s breath, and daisies. Blaise was in awe. He had seen her outside of her uniform a plethora of times but knowing that she had dressed up so nicely just to go on a date with him made his heart soar. “Wow, you look breathtaking. Look at you!” he hyped her up, grabbing her hand. He held their entwined fingers above their heads, signaling for her to spin around. “Lovely, absolutely divine. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with a deity.” he said, smile growing more as (Y/n) grew shyer.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Zabini. You look great, maroon is definitely your color.” she gushed, closing the door to her room. She looked down at their still entwined fingers, squeezing his large calloused hand with her small chubby one before bringing her gaze up to his face. Unsurprisingly, he was already looking at her.

“Thank you, dove. Let’s get going shall we? I’ve got a ton I wanna do with you and such a short amount of time. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

“We shall.”

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The first place they arrived at was a building she had seen many times during her visits to Hogsmeade but had never been in. It was an old brick building with a paintbrush on an old rusty sign above it.

“An art store?” she questioned, looking up at him confused but not against his choice. They both walked in, a sound of a bell dinging as they did so. She looked around in awe at the abundance of supplies. The store was sort of stuffy and crowded but that was a part of its charm. Blaise scratched at the back of his neck nervously as he watched her roam around.

“Yeah I don’t know if I mentioned it before but I enjoy doing art in my freetime. I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite places first.” He said, walking up behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “A-and well, everytime I imagined going on a date with you, I always pictured the two of us showing each other our favorite hidden gems. We can leave if you wa-”

“That won’t be necessary. This is really cool and I’ve always wanted to learn more about art! I’m more of a reader and writer myself.” she said, grabbing his hand. Blaise let out a huge breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in in the first place before dragging her off in the direction of his favorite brand of oil paints. The two walked hand in hand, exploring his favorite parts of the store. When he’d see something he used himself or was familiar with, he’d explain it to her, rambling off about it excitedly.

Blaise wasn’t normally the type of guy to speak many words but being around (Y/n) brought out that side of him. It wasn’t that his friends were bad per say, they just weren’t very fond of listening to things that didn’t pertain to them which he was more than fine with. However, it was nice having an outlet to share his interest for once. He loved that she would ask questions about things and even let him talk about his own work. Most girls he talked to never really cared to listen to what he had to say, often spending more time kissing him breathless than listening to the words that flew from his lips. But (Y/n) was very attentive, listening to everything he had to say, eyes full of the same excitement he held.

“Alright, I think I’ve bought everything I’ve needed from here. Your pick, where do you wanna go?” he questioned, grabbing the girl’s hand again as they walked out of the small art store. He offered the old man behind a small smile before turning his attention back to his date. (Y/n) thought about it, humming as she tried to figure out before her eyes lit up.

“I have the perfect place! Come on Blaise, you’re gonna love it.” she exclaimed before taking off down the street, dragging him along with her. He smiled fondly at her letting her lead the way.

“This something I could get used to.” he muttered, trying his best to keep up with her pace.

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About 10 minutes later, they arrived in front of what looked to be a bookstore. Blaise looked around, swiping his fingers across the dusty books. “Welcome to the place where I spend most of my time when coming to Hogsmeade. It may look like just a bookstore but you’ll see why it's not in just a minute.” she said. Blaise watched as the girl got on her hands and knees and began to crawl making a ‘spspsps’ noise. He was confused, rightfully so but he didn’t question her actions. All of a sudden, a floof of white fur came crawling over to the girl purring as she scratched behind its ears.

 “It’s a cat bookstore! How cool is that? There’s a bunch of these little guys just running around here.” she said, standing up with the kitten in her hands. Blaise’s heart beat wildly at the sight. She looked too cute with the kitten in her hand, holding it gently against her soft chest. He was brought from his thoughts as he felt something brush against his leg. He had to stop himself from losing it at the sight of the little calico cat brushing against his leg.

“Hi there little guy.” he cooed softly, reaching a hand down to pet the cat’s head. The cat jumped up to meet his hand before it could land, nuzzling its fuzzy little head against the boy's head as he purred loudly.

“That’s not the only thing. They also carry some muggle literature too! Don’t tell anyone though, it’s a secret.” she said, placing the kitten down as she began to browse the books on the old wooden shelves. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he promised, eyes never leaving her curvy figure. She looked right at home in the book store, reading the titles like they were old friends. “I’m a bit of a muggle literature fan myself. Ever heard of Shakespear?” he asked. (Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. She would’ve never expected that from the man, knowing how against all things muggle related purebloods slytherins were. He walked over to her tilting her head up as he looked into her eyes. “ What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” he whispered, dragging his thumb along her bottom lip. Her breath hitched slightly as she began to scowl as he walked off laughing some.

“Jerk! That was not funny.” she said, punching him in the arm as she glared up at him.

“Wasn’t supposed to be, love. You just look too cute when you’re nervous!”

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It had been a few weeks since their date and (Y/n) was starting to grow nervous. She and Blaise hadn’t been on another one and it confused her deeply. She had an amazing time on their date, in fact it had been the best one she had ever been on! Did he not feel the same? Maybe he had commitment issues? It couldn’t have been her. No, she had done everything right. She spoke well mannered, bantered back and forth with him, and she looked bloody amazing.

She sighed, opening the door to her dorm. It had been a long week. She threw off her robes before turning to her dresser before gasping. On top of the dresser laid a huge painting surrounded in a beautiful antique golden frame. She hesitantly walked over to it, brushing her fingers along it before looking at the note attached. Opening the wax sealed envelope she began reading the note out loud.

“My dearest rose, how are you? I apologize deeply for my lack of presence. Not being near you for so long deeply hurt me so but it was not in vain. You see, after spending such a lovely time with you that day, I felt extremely inspired. Your beauty deserves to be captured in something far more grand than a simple photograph so I painted you this. I hope to see you soon. To my greatest muse, Blaise Zabini.” she smiled as she read the words, goosebumps going up her arms. Blaise was indeed a talented artist. In photo realistic detail was a large painting of her smiling with the white kitten from before in her hands. She was lost for words. Never had someone done something so amazing for her. “Do I really look this beautiful? Is this how he sees me?” she asked no one in particular.

“It is and you are. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” she jumped at the sound of the deep voice. Turning her head she saw the man she had been thinking of for weeks. Slowly she walked over to him, smiling before wrapping her arms around him hugging him tightly. Blaise froze for a bit, not used to receiving such gentle forms of affection. He pulled back before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“Let me take you out again tomorrow, yeah?” he asked her in a soft tone. She simply nodded before standing on her tiptoes initiating another lovely kiss. Blaise wrapped his arms around her soft waist, bringing her closer to him.

“I really am one lucky bloke.”

[curewhimsy]

New outline in progress for a new story about the group of UTAUs I use

It will be called Re:SON@TE. It’s based on The Idolmaster anime but it’s like.. fantasy and takes place in whimsica. Also it will generally be a LOT less convoluted than my usual stuff, thank goodness. I raise my expeditions MUCH too high usually, thus why I NEVER get things done.

I may or may not be abandoning Symphony Saga for this for now. I stole a lot of scenes and concepts from it…

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1

Pilot episode. A (somewhat) regular day for everyone.

The story starts as 18-year-old Amelie Sugar, nicknamed Ame, has a blurry dream that gives her tons of joy and thrill. She forgets the details, but it involves her on a stage. Ame shrugs it off, thinking the stage isn’t the place for her.

It’s the weekend, so Ame calls up her friend Haku Yowane, age 20, and they go to the mall. At the mall, they see Ame’s other friend, Joy Smiley, age 16. Joy and Haku end up getting to know each other through Ame. A new karaoke booth had opened up at the mall. Ame passes by, and momentarily gets the joyful, thrilling feeling from her dream, but it fades away before she realizes it. Joy and Haku want to try to sing group karaoke with Ame, but Ame chickens out and hazily leads her friends somewhere else.

Later that day, Haku wanders back to the karaoke booth by herself. She realizes she’s also a bit scared to sing when Ame isn’t there with her. But luckily, she sees her cousin Miku, age 18, hanging around there. Haku and Miku end up singing a duet as nobody watches.

Taya Soune and Ritsu Namine, both 18, are aquatinted. They are not too close despite knowing each other for a year, but Ritsu wants to get to know Taya better. Ritsu is wild and loud, while Taya is gentle and soft-spoken. Ritsu notices Taya always seems lonely and tends to hide his feelings. One day Ritsu is out in the park being weird when he accidentally angers a flock of birds. They begin chasing after him, but luckily, Taya is there. In the urgent situation, Taya starts singing to calm the birds down. He has a wonderful voice, and the birds go from attacking Ritsu, to lovingly flocking around Taya and landing on his arms. Ritsu asks Taya why he doesn’t sing despite having such a talent.

“I don’t sing.” Taya responds. “Not anymore.”

When Ritsu asks why, Taya says he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Taya?” Ritsu says kindly. “Please tell me. Maybe I can help. I want to be able to help. I want to be your friend.”

Unexpectedly, Taya begins crying and confesses he had only been in the Kingdom of Symfonia for a year and didn’t want a new friend because he lost his best friend Saya in an earthquake back when he lived in Senritsu. Since then, he had to move to a whole new Kingdom, and didn’t want to make new friends in fear of losing them too. Taya was so traumatized by all this that he decided to stop singing.

Ritsu hugs Taya and takes him somewhere more secluded where he can cry on his shoulder. Afterwards, they decide to go somewhere the two can bond and cheer up.

A music studio. Ritsu doesn’t force Taya to sing, but waits for him to open back up at his own pace. When he does, Taya realizes how much he still loves music and how much he missed it, and how it can still connect him to his friend Saya.

Uta Utane, age 18, is a bit of a loner. She is a hardcore girl gamer, amateur computer-music producer, and internet addict. She knows Japanese fluently and interacts with overseas game and music communities all the time. Internet circles have affectionately nicknamed her “Defoko,” meaning “default girl,” due to her faithful devotion to mastering playing strategies with the default characters and skins in five of her favorite video games. Uta is in her natural habitat on the web. But offline, she’s as shy and awkward as a wilting flower.

Uta is introduced and her daily life is shown. At school, she has trouble speaking with people. Her classmates Teto and Momo have shown to be a bit intimidated by her, wrongly reading her as “cold.” Ritsu gets the impression she is cool, but just a bit stuck-up. And mysterious.

On the computer, Uta has composed and arranged songs before, but has never sung them herself...

Oh and one more thing. Uta is also a robot…

Rhona Aequor, age 20, is a gifted and athletic swimmer who is often seen at the pool using masterful swimming technique and speed. However, she is not part of any swim team. She does scuba diving as a hobby. She is often misunderstood as stoic and severe, and even rough. Rhona is actually very sweet, humble, and even a bit shy. She secretly likes to sing and imagine herself being an idol. Rhona’s parents disapprove of idols, thinking they are “self-obsessed airheads.”

Rhona’s chaotic friend Luana is… quite unpredictable. She’s impulsive and brash but actually a very dependable friend. 19-year old Luana likes attention. But Rhona is afraid to ask her about her opinion on idols, because Luana usually likes more adventurous things than that, like being a pirate or explorer.

Rhona and Luana are at the community pool. Rhona is swimming laps, and Luana is doing some weird dance. There is a girl at the side of the pool who is drawing something in a sketchbook. During Rhona’s break, Luana is dancing around recklessly and accidentally splashes the girl drawing in the book. Luana doesn’t notice, and Rhona apologizes for her friend’s reckless behavior. She then notices the drawings in the sketchbook are really beautiful and feels bad they got ruined. Rhona brings Luana over to formally apologize. The girl turns red and confesses she was drawing Rhona as she swam laps, but also Luana as she was dancing…

“You have such a graceful form, I couldn’t help it…” The girl says to Rhona, shyly.

“And you… you have such a bright presence…” She says to Luana.

Rhona thanks the girl, but feels too flattered to respond further.

“Aw, it’s nothing!” Luana says. “Why don’t you get in the pool with us? You might discover your charm too!” Luana answers back. “What’s your name anyway?”

“I’m Nagisa…” The girl answers. She is 19, the same age as Luana.

“Well, I’m Luana! And that’s Rhona. Don’t worry, we don’t bite! Not normally. Harhar!”

“…Cool.” Nagisa says. She gets in the pool with the two and confesses she loves idols but doesn’t feel she can be one. Rhona confesses the same back.

“What!? You’ve never told that to me.” Luana says. “Hm… maybe I could give you guys pointers then. You know, my mom used to be an idol.”

“…WHAAAAT!?” Rhona and Nagisa are surprised.

Momo and Teto have been best friends since 4th grade. Teto is now 17, and Momo is now 18. They are very close, and together they are in cooking club. Teto is a cheerful girl, and so is Momo. However, Momo can be insecure and a bit shy, while Teto can be a bit more brash with a temper. But Teto is always there to defend Momo. Momo also is learning a few magic spells. She notoriously has a spell where she can detach her head from her body. It freaks people out.

Teto has a bit of a curse to her. When she is angry, she transforms into a demonic form where she grows bat wings, a tail, her magenta hair becomes crimson and drill-like, and her voice becomes dissonant. This is her chimera form, and it is shrouded in mystery.

Teto and Momo also both have older brothers who are around the same age. Teto’s older brother is Ted. Momo’s older brother is Momotaro.

Teto and Momo have class with Uta, and then after school they have club with Rie, and have a sleepover.

Ritsu’s close friend is Ruko. Ruko is 18 years old and they are very tall, standing at 6 foot 4. They are also non-binary—not quite male or female. Ritsu is similar, though he goes by he/him pronouns (and presents feminine and dresses in feminine clothes.)

Ritsu introduces Taya to Ruko after Taya cheers up, and the three talk and become friends. Ritsu finds out that Taya is trans-masculine and non-binary as well.

They also talk about music, which they all love.

Rie is 17, and she is weird. She wants to be the quintessential eccentric oddball, and tries too hard at it. She calls people bobolinks (an “obscure bird”) when she is mad, and she only reads books with the letter W in the title. She refuses to watch anything with romance in it. She breakdances underwater. She skateboards to the bathroom. But no matter how hard she tries, nobody thinks Rie is weird or unique! It drives her up the half-pipe!

One day, Rie makes friends with Koto, a girl who is totally flawlessly the quintessential eccentric oddball! So Rie asks Koto to teach her “the ways.” Koto is a feral gremlin who loves birds (including bobolinks,) and is like a walking encyclopedia of bird knowledge. Koto also has a pet toucan named Mango.

In the matter of a couple of days, the lives of these fifteen youths will unexpectedly unite, intertwine, and merge, in a unique, fateful way…

2

Amelie, nicknamed Ame, hears a forecast that changes her life. In ten days, her town on the East Coast of the Kingdom of Symfonia will be destroyed by a meteor that’s about to land at midnight on the 10th of June. Everyone is advised to evacuate and relocate as quickly as they can, but Ame loves her home so much that she never wants to leave it. She goes to the library and learns she may be able to do something to destroy the meteor, but she has to be determined and only has a sliver of a chance... Legend has it, that a group performs a legendary song from the heart, it can move a mountain, or also destroy a meteor. But Ame doesn’t have experience with music. But she remembers the dream she had when she was little, to be an idol. She gave up on the dream, but this is her perfect time to realize it again.

So Ame, Haku, and Joy decide to recruit people who are willing to join them to fulfill Ame’s outlandish goal she believes in.

Haku and Joy are willing to help Ame, because they believe in the dream.

The three visit all the classrooms at school and Ame presents her idea. Everyone reacts like Ame is completely nuts, but after school, a few people come forth and confess they want to try and help her.

Taya has always wanted to do something big. And Ritsu, who is also ambitious and wants to help, thinks this opportunity is just what Taya needs.

Rhona wants to join due to her sense of justice, and also because she wants an excuse to pursue music and feel like a shining star. Luana joins in as well, because this is something adventurous, and she wants to be like a hero.

Uta wants to help as well, because she feels the group might need her knowledge and skill. This pushes a nerve on Teto, who remarks that Uta has never sang before.

Teto and Momo join to help the group because they love their town.

Miku joins because she is a budding school idol already, and has the most experience. She is also Haku’s cousin.

Ruko joins because beneath her rough edges, she is very courageous.

Nagisa joins the group because she seeks camaraderie and to be a part of something big.

Koto joins the group because she loves her town, and she is also a thrill-seeker.

Rie joins the group because she is a thrill-seeker as well, and is kind of nuts, just like Ame.

Ame has fourteen other people on her side. Everyone bands together to save the town… as an idol group, with music!

3

The group starts on their legendary song. They decide it will also be a performance streamed on the internet. The group visits various places for inspiration, look at other idols’ performances, and swap music knowledge. Everyone finally starts to form a found family. After a day of friendship, they decide to call their group Resonate. But who will be the leader…?

Along with being idols, it comes to Resonate’s attention that they will to compose their own song—a legendary song.

Uta has composed full songs before, so she decides so take the task. Taya, Ritsu, Ruko, and Koto play instruments and have made compositions. However, Ame wants to help, despite having no music theory knowlege…

The song will have to have lyrics.

Haku writes poetry and wants to help with lyrics. Nagisa helps too, as she has an artistic passion. The group finds Rhona has a secret passion for writing poetry as well. This embarrasses Rhona. Ame also wants to help with lyrics.

Resonate will also have to have outfits. For now, they decide they don’t have time for designing anything, so they decide just to wear “their best clothes…”

The group will have to have stage lighting and a place to perform. The huge meteor will be falling to the center of town, and the town will be evacuated by then. They decide to perform at the town’s center.

At the end of the episode, the lyrics and melody are finished being written.

4

Resonate is still arguing over the leader. They practice singing, dancing, and toil over the song more. Everyone’s strengths and weaknesses are revealed. Tensions rise a bit as tasks prove tough. The cannot settle on a single vibe, since everyone is so different. But they find a way to meld everyone’s hearts in a way that kind of works! At the end of this episode, the group has a fully composed song with choreography.

5

Now that their song is finished, the group has a day of outings and strict performance practice as a group. They rehearse the song over and over…

For their first big move, they spontaneously perform their song to a small random audience at a karaoke bar, only to lose their composure and get laughed at…

6

This is a sadder episode where everyone’s insecurities come forth and spirits are almost broken… Has Resonate aimed too high? The group can’t even stop bickering when it all comes to it.

Things look a bit bleak now. Members cry on each other’s shoulders.

Resonate has stayed behind while everyone else evacuated the town. They can’t abandon hope now. But does everyone have the hope within them to keep trying?

7

Resonate ends up believing in themselves and realize through this journey, they all met each other and became family. They don’t need a leader, as everyone is equally important. The power of hope and determination gives Resonate the power to transform into magical girls with magic to destroy the meteor! With transforming also comes amazing original outfits too!

Haku’s stuffed cat Snowbell comes to life as well!

Now in their new magical forms, Resonate looks fabulous, and performs the song they made with all their heart and hope. Their sound rises up to shatter the huge rock! Fine shards of gem and sparkly particles of moon dust rain down. Resonate has saved their town.

8

A fun “break episode” about Resonate at their weird college/high school campus, where they’re being hailed as heroes.

It’s the last day at school before summer vacation. Ame, Haku, Rhona, Uta, Joy, and Koto miss the normal school bus home and have to ride the Tragic School Bus home instead. Ritsu also transforms into a Squirtle at one point.

9

A casual rainy early-summer day. Rie, Rhona, Momo, and Teto chill at Uta’s house with Uta. They meet Uta’s three siblings, who are also robots. They create memes and look at news footage of their heroic actions…

10

Unexpectedly, a talent agent picks up the music group, Resonate. The group’s name becomes stylized as “Re:SON@Te.”

The people at the talent agency (556 Pro, pronounced “Kokoro Pro”) become the producer and staff! Producer-P, their new talent agent, is a kind and humble man. Hyuna is his energetic assistant and an office clerk. Octavia is a vivacious vocal coach and counselor who is shrouded in mystery. Could she have been an idol herself in the past…?

Azalea is another vocal coach, who seems a bit moody and aloof. Miri, who is a bit soft-spoken, and the mischievous Enzo, are dance coaches.

11

Re:SON@Te gets used to living large, and being part of a professional recording label. Joy and Miku, who are hardcore idol fans, meet a few of their favorite idols, who are also associated with 556 Pro! Uta is a closeted idol fan. Momo, Haku, and Ame are casual idol fans. Ame is mostly a fan of 765 Pro’s idols. They meet Luka Megurine, Rin and Len Kagamine, Kaito, Meiko, Gumi, and Gakupo.

12

The cruise ship fun episode. All of Re:SON@Te is invited to perform on a cruise ship! They also see idols from Love Live! School Idol Project. They all are associated with 087 Pro (Ohana Pro.) Ohana means family. In Hawaiian.

13

The group performs on the cruise ship. But right after their performance, the cruise ship begins to rapidly sink. Everyone evacuates the ship, but not everyone makes it out alive. By an unfortunate twist of fate, the seven people left behind on the ship are Producer-P, Hyuna, Amelie, Luana, Nagisa, Taya, and Ritsu. But they are still alive! Only the ship is stranded upside-down on the seafloor... Based on the Pokémon episode “Pokémon Shipwreck.”

14

Producer-P, Hyuna, Amelie, Luana, Nagisa, Taya, and Ritsu get lost on a deserted island after the sunken ship ordeal. On the island, they find 15 strange creatures that each resemble the members of Resonate, but are chibi. (Based on Puchimas.)

The chibi Ame loves sweets and has exaggerated facial expressions.

The chibi Haku sulks a lot and is clingy, and loves cuddles.

The chibi Joy likes to dance and cheer, and is very clumsy.

The chibi Miku loves attention, and is a bit haughty.

The chibi Taya loves fancy clothes and items. He is a bit shy.

The chibi Ritsu is aggressive and loves weird items.

The chibi Uta is a loner and has a reserved personality.

The chibi Rhona loves water and gets along with sea animals.

The chibi Luana pretends to be a pirate and loves sailing.

The chibi Nagisa loves to draw and likes pretty things.

The chibi Ruko can grow in height and is reckless.

The chibi Rie is always doing something strange and is quite stupid.

The chibi Koto can mimic any bird call and loves birds.

But in the end, it turns out the “deserted island” was actually just the weird part of the local beach and they weren’t actually lost at sea. The members promise to go back to the beach to play with the Puchi Idols again sometime.

15

Vacation to Cancun! Weird stuff happens at night, like the Flying Cash Cab and hot dogs in the pool.

The hotel turns magical at night,

The plane ride, which normally would stress out Nagisa, who has a fear of planes, is turned fun and exciting thanks to her friends.

The characters they meet the members of 765 Pro there at the resort! The 765 Pro members are all aged up by one year to show that this is after the events of their own story. The group meets the Ojamajo Doremi characters too, for some reason.

There is a part where the characters go snorkeling.

16

The beach episode… with evil villains! Re:SON@Te’s huge fantastic supreme Idol beach party in Cancun with some members of 556 Pro, 765 Pro, 346 Pro, 315 Pro, 876 Pro, 283 Pro, 087 Pro, AND the little Puchi Idols is ruined by just five wacky villains!

They are Jessie, James, their talking Meowth, an edgelord hedgehog named Shadow, Dr. Eggman, and Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Re:SON@Te and others transform into magical girls to fight them and their robots…

17

Re:SON@Te is now in Bermuda. Amelie, Haku, Teto, Uta, Taya, Rhona, Luana, and Ritsu compete on a wacky game show there to promote 556 Pro. They are competing against members of 346 Pro. (Idolmaster Cinderella Girls.) The game show includes Truth or Dare, Two Truths and a Lie, a rap battle, a trivia section, a maze, and a cooking contest!

For some reason, Toca Life Stories characters are here, along with Phineas and Ferb.

18

Re:SON@Te and the staff turn into Pokémon for a day and find themselves lost in a strange world! (Pokémon Mystery Dungeon crossover.)

They decide to just go somewhere for now… and end up becoming an exploration team, and joining a crazy guild with an even crazier guildmaster… a very friendly and eccentric Wigglytuff!

19

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon crossover part 2. They have found a way to get back home. But does this mean saying goodbye to their friends at the guild?

20

Taya gets the feeling that his childhood friend Saya, who was lost in an earthquake years ago, could still be alive. Saya’s full name was “Saya Toune.” Her name was very similar to “Taya Soune!” When they first met, they were surprised at how their names were so alike, and bonded from there. Back when Taya lived in the Kingdom of Senritsu, an earthquake hit and everyone had to evacuate quickly before a tsunami came. Taya, who had Saya’s phone number, never heard from Saya again. So Taya assumes that Saya had succumbed to the earthquake and/or tsunami. But perhaps that wasn’t the case! Maybe Saya’s phone broke, or perhaps it was another reason! So Taya decides to write a song dedicated to Saya in order to search for her... Meanwhile, this inspires Haku decide to search for her long-lost brother, Dell.

21

Taya’s search for Saya is successful! They reunite at the airport.

Taya also reunites with two other friends he had in his old town. Their names are Imoko and Mon, both age 20. They went to Taya’s old high school and graduated two years before him. The three were a local, non-famous idol group in their old school before Imoko and Mon graduated. Since they both wrote glasses and Taya wears a monocle, they called themselves “2 And A Half Glasses.”

Imoko and Mon suggest that 2 1/2 Glasses should reunite and become famous this time… but does this mean that Taya has to divide his time between Resonate and 2 1/2 Glasses?

Meanwhile, even through Taya is thrilled to see Saya again, Saya expresses she feels Taya has changed a lot. “Maybe too much,” she adds. Taya is trans-masculine. Since the last time the two were living peacefully in Senritsu, Taya had began dressing in men’s clothes and expressing his masculine identity on the outside. It made him feel much more confident, and Taya had also grown more resilient, to the point where Saya didn’t have to look after him nearly as much anymore.

Taya tries to explain to Saya that he is still the same Taya deep down, and that Saya’s comment made him feel hurt…

Saya truthfully felt nostalgic about the days where Taya was still a bud, but seeing Taya in full bloom was the most beautiful sight to her. “It’s just that I wish I could’ve been there to watch you blossom.” Saya expresses this to Taya and apologizes to him.

Taya accepts Saya’s apology, and they continue to be friends.

Meanwhile, Haku still hasn’t found her brother Dell yet…

22

Haku is out on the street and sees her face on a T-shirt! There are also fashion dolls of Re:SON@Te members at toy stores, and even cheese crackers shaped like them! There is Re:SON@Te fanfiction on the internet! Even memes! Re:SON@Te is famous! This causes drama to abound…

23

Taya and Ritsu are at a diner in a lively city when they get into a huge fight over a piece of fanart on the internet that depicted them kissing. Taya doesn’t want to return to the same hotel as Ritsu so he takes a bus to a hotel on the other side of town. But on the other side of town, Taya gets into a fight with an evil wizard who transforms him into a penguin. The next day, Ritsu finds the stray penguin injured on the street and doesn’t realize it’s actually Taya! He has an adventure with the penguin trying to get it to a wildlife center. Once the penguin finds a good home, Ritsu kisses it on the forehead to say goodbye. The kiss breaks the spell that the evil wizard cast, and the penguin is transformed back into Taya! Now Taya realizes how caring Ritsu is and forgives him, kissing him on the cheek back. But wait… that’s almost just like the kiss fanart that caused this whole ordeal in the first place! Perhaps truth is stranger than fanart…

24

Re:SON@Te has a fan meet where they announce an upcoming super-concert! But then, they meet another group from the with a similar background… They are from the West Coast of the Kingdom of Symfonia, and they declare there can only be one group like them. They are associated with 961 Pro (Kuroi Pro), an agency who are known for playing dirty in the business. Re:SON@Te becomes rivals with this deranged group. They are called Blissful Manslaughter.

At first, Joy thinks that “Blissful Man’s Laughter” is the most wonderful and uplifting name ever! Then Rhona says “I hate to break it to you, but that word actually is “Man Slaughter.”

Finally, it turns out that Haku’s long lost brother Dell Honne is a part of this rivaling group.

The group is made up of Dell, Cider, Lady Parsec, Spencer AL2, and Dandy 704 (the “704” apparently can be pronounced “Naoshi.”)

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Haku tries talking to Dell and finds out that he’s become very rude and distant, unlike the gentle and playful Dell she remembers from her childhood. As the day goes on, Haku realizes Dell is actually evil…!

Dell is ALSO part of Discord—an evil organization who creates robots—the same organization who attacked in episode 18. This group also created Uta, before Uta rebelled and became good. This story is about to become a whole lot more confusing, and the clouds are about to lift over Uta and her siblings’ mysterious past…

It turns out Dell and Haku’s father may be the ultimate enemy of the story…

Haku knows deep down that Dell isn’t truly evil like their dad…

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Margot Nocturne, an overdramatic lady who faced a lot of failure in her life, (and also happens to be an admirer of Taya,) randomly auditions for 556 Pro and gets rejected to join the agency by Producer-P, saying her audition was spontaneous, came at a bad time, and was also “uninspiring and clumsy,” among other things. Margot is crushed by this. But then the President of 961 Pro sees the negative, spiteful aura flowing from her during her sorrow, and decides she would be a perfect addition for their group Blissful Manslaughter. When Margot finds out that 961’s plan is to target and bring down 556 Pro and Re:SON@Te, she is delighted to be able to get her revenge on the agency that rejected her. The person she will take out the most of her bitterness on? It will be Ritsu, who is closest to Taya.

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More drama! Insecure Margot takes out her insecurity by picking on and sabotaging Re:SON@Te, especially Ritsu.

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Something about Taya’s anemia and an emergency where he has to be hospitalized… Margot also makes it all worse. Resonate talks some sense into Margot, and she learns some perspective. She now wants to apologize, but can’t, because she knows Re:SON@Te will not accept it.

At the end of the episode, Margot discovers that 961 Pro’s true intentions are much more violent and evil than she had fathomed, and defects from the agency, feeling horrible for everything she did, and that she helped a real enemy. She feels it’s too late to redeem herself and undo the harm she’s done.

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Margot meets Catina and Pierce during a low time in her life… Surprisingly, they understand her.

Meanwhile, angst. Dell’s backstory is revealed.

Haku and Dell once grew up together. But when Haku was 6 and Dell was 8 years old, their parents got divorced. Haku was left behind with their mother, and Dell was taken away with their abusive father.

Dell liked singing and wanted to be an idol, but whenever he would sing, his father would punish him and brainwash him to be an emotionless robot.

But eventually, Dell’s father realized Dell could become more powerful if they could utilize music as a brainwashing tool… and thus, 961 Pro was taken over and Blissful Manslaughter was born to help Discord conquer the world.

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Margot discovers she has a brain tumor. It happens to be a kind of tumor that grows inside of people who have a lot of negative energy. If not removed, it will eventually consume the host and kill them. But if the tumor is removed, there is a chance for it to rupture and place a curse the people the host held a grudge on, killing them.

If Margot gets the tumor removed, Ritsu could die.

Margot feels she doesn’t deserve to have her tumor removed, because Ritsu could die. Margot feels Ritsu is a better person than her and deserves to live more.

Margot decides to keep the existence of her tumor a secret.

Catina and Pierce notice Margot has been acting weird and find out about the tumor through discreet means, and notify Resonate. At this point, Margot has collapsed and is minutes away from being consumed by shadows. Re:SON@Te transforms into magical girls and all try to use purifying powers to save her. It works, and it’s an emotional moment.

However, the next day, everyone ends up with a cold, because using healing magic damages the user. Since Re:SON@Te is a big group, damage spread out between them and became mild. But since Taya’s body is still weak from his anemic episode, he comes down with pneumonia…

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The cold starts spreading around.

Haku is sick with a fever, so the “dream theater” in her subconscious is going haywire.

The school building comes to life and starts chasing everyone!

Then Haku starts visiting other random idols’ dreams.

In Iku Nakatani’s dream, she and Risa Matoba are arguing over whose dad is cooler. Iku says “My dad knows guerrilla warfare!” and then Risa says “Well, MY dad is an actual gorilla!”

Risa’s dad appears and he is a zebra instead. Haku comments on it, but everyone just says “That’s your problem.”

In Ame’s dream, she and Nagisa are in a swimming pool pretending to be Kaoru Sakuraba. They are acting edgy while doing surgery on a grape. Phineas and Ferb skateboard by on top of the water, leaving a trail of hot dogs behind them in the pool. The hot dogs now have soggy bread. Kyouji randomly swims by, stops when he sees the hot dogs, nonchalantly eats one, and casually swims away. Haku watches the entire scene, bewildered.

“Kyouji just does that sometimes.” Ame says. “He loves hot sogs.”

“Hot sogs… sounds disgusting.” Haku says back to Ame.

“Indeedee.” Ame says.

In Buford’s dream (from Phineas and Ferb) Haku goes to space in the Magic School Bus and go to Jupiter, where Touma and Hokuto are. They yeeted Shouta out and replaced him with Buford.

Jupiter has a concert (the group but also the planet,) and performs Baby Shark, but it’s the violent graphic gruesome version that kids sing at summer camp instead. Buford has a blast.

In Shouta’s dream, he is abandoned on Pluto because Touma and Hokuto kicked him out of Jupiter and replaced him with Buford. There is nothing on Pluto, except for an abandoned Home Depot, and some cheese, and Shiki Ichinose’s secret toilet. Oh, and Dandy 704 is also there for some reason. Haku also appears too.

Dandy 704 says “It’s not too bad. There could be sting rays.”

Rhona suddenly appears in scuba gear and says “Sting rays? Where?”

In Margot’s dream, she goes to see a new idol group called Pluto. Haku appears and accompanies her. The group is made up of Shouta, Dandy 704, Rhona, Shiki’s toilet, and Baljeet from Phineas and Ferb. They sing a cover of Bring me to Life by Evanescence. At one point, Baljeet yells “Toilet solo, come on!” Shiki’s toilet does a solo and flushes.

In Michio’s dream, he is in an abandoned Chuck E. Cheese in Eeby Deeby. He is armed with nothing but a frying pan. The animatronic animals are creeping him out. There is also Mecha Chihaya. Michio then has to fight Mecha Chihaya and the animatronics with his frying pan. Haku appears and assists him. The animatronics are surrounding Michio while singing Ohayou Asagohan, which is a song about breakfast. Then, the bots magically turn the frying pan big and start to pour robot oil on it, and start to fry Michio for breakfast!

Michio wakes up in terror to the sound of something sizzling. It turns out it’s just Jirou and Rui cooking breakfast in bed for him to surprise him! Michio is sick with a cold, so Jirou and Rui are taking care of him. Michio goes from terrified, to comforted in a matter of seconds.

After all the sick idols recover, they mention they had strange dreams, and they all somehow had Haku in them.

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Random filler with a bunch of other idols. They talk about how Project Fairy and Jupiter used to be a part of 961 Pro before defecting out of anger and spite of the agency.

Meanwhile, Margot, with a new grasp on life, decides to redeem herself. So she starts the modest job of working at Denny’s in the meantime, in hopes of one day really belonging to 556 Pro. She meets the group Beit from 315 Pro there, because they also all work part-time at Denny’s. Pierre’s high spirits lift up Margot’s mood.

Kirari and Anzu from 346 Pro are there. Kirari is trying to get Anzu to start working at Denny’s. But Anzu hates work so she refuses.

Chika Yokoyama is at Denny’s with magical girl Nana Abe, AKA Usamin. Chika, who is a wannabe magical girl and huge fan, says she wants to be just like Nana when she’s older.

That night, right when Margot is about to finish her shift, Dramatic Stars from 315 Pro visits Denny’s. Margot is a Dramatic Stars fangirl. She stays a bit longer just so she can serve them… But Dramatic Stars has heard all about her malicious actions as a 961 Pro member and don’t want her as a waitress. They say “either we leave, or you leave.” So Margot ends her shift and goes home in tears.

Margot feels wronged, though now she feels she must do something about it rather than cry. She feels she needs to focus on clearing her bad reputation.

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The focus shifts back onto the Re:SON@Te group.

MORE COMING SOON!

[stray-kids-react]

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Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° You owned this special and locked diary for years, where you kept all your bottles up emotions and feelings in.

° One of those feelings evolving your long time crush on Chan, including the words 'Sexy, Cute, Inspirational, Hot, Prince, and A Literal Angel' all in quite a few pages. Luckily your now long time boyfriend has never seen these fangirl/boy paragraphs.

° Chan was all of those words, no doubt about it. But it is still hard to look at those paragraphs without cringing at how desperate you sounded in your mind.

° Chan however apparently loved your affectionate paragraphs, flipping through the pages as you walked through his studio door. Your heart sank as pure shock and terror rushed through your veins. No one wants their private thoughts to be read.

° The tips of Chan's ears were firetruck red, as a beaming grin flashed towards you. You noted that he read through the entire diary, knowing all the dreams and wishes you had that involved him. No skeletons were left in your closet anymore, it was bittersweet.

"So you really think I'm an angel who is also the sexiest person on earth?" he teased, cupping your face in his palms.

"Well duh, but you can't tell me you didn't think anything like that towards me-" You defended, cut off by his sweet kisses.

Lee Know

° Minho found out about your true feelings towards him while reading some song lyrics you wanted to show 3Racha.

° He needed to know who you loved and admired so dearly after reading this, constantly by your side questioning anything he could. After literal weeks of conspiracy, you couldn't take his suspicion anymore and admitted everything.

° You are now much more secretive with your songs that you've written, but that won't stop Minho from looking everywhere he possibly can. He is determined to find them.

° After so many large steps that were taken in your relationship, he wants to see how you truly felt throughout them. From the first date, first time, to the promise ring he fave you last week. Minho wants to say it's to tease, when it's truly because he loves you.

° He loved the way his stomach did kart wheels as his heart fluttered when he first read your words. He hasn't felt that amazing feeling in a while and needs to re live it, luckily for him he noticed a place he has never thought of checking.

"So kitten, you really want to marry me don't you?" he commented, a soft smirk across his glowing features.

"Why wouldn't I? You're you. And how'd you find those?!" you replied, tone changing as you saw how many he actually had.

Changbin

° Changbin was struggling to create a new song, he seemed to accidently make similar beats and lyrics to their past hits.

° You would sometime write up different songs when you were bored, but you never showed them to anyone thinking they weren't great. But Changbin looked in need of some type of inspiration, so you brought out your journal and placed it infront of him.

° His expression was unreadable, either about to thank you for the amazing inspiration or laugh at your cheesy words. You just wanted him to say something.

° Changbin began to smile shyly, showing you a page he just read over. That page happened to be the most recent and the one you completely forgot about. It was a draft about 10 different ways you could tell Changbin that you loved him.

° You really wanted it to be special when you would say it to him, but luck didn't seem to be on your side that day. You were at least glad that he was smiling, showing positive signs that he isn't feeling awkward or doesn't feel the same way about you.

"I love you too my adorable bean." He chuckled, pulling you into his lap as he held you close to his racing heart beat.

"I'm guessing he new comeback is going to be a love song now?" you teased, burrowing into his soft black hoodie.

Hyunjn

° Your relationship use to be a cat and mouse situation, one day you two were best friends and then the next you two were rivals.

° Your anger and frustration towards one another was simply a way to hide your true emotions. Both of you found each other attractive in and out, but were too stubborn to confess. That is until he walked into your room and pressed you up against the wall.

° Your rivalry left out the door once you started dating, the only ounce of it was left in the small playful bickering and teasing. Which happened every day of the week.

° You walked into the dressing rooms, noticing Han and Felix giggling as your presence became known. This wasn't a usual giggle of theirs, something was going on. You knew that for sure once you saw the way Hyunjin presented himself.

° A sly smirk across his lips as a couple crumpled peace of paper were in between his fingers. His steps were long and powerful, as he held his head up high while nearing you. This usually meant he found something to tease you with.

"I didn't know you liked me for five years, coming up with so many cute pet names if we ever dated." He teased, hiding his blush.

"First of all, you went through my desk without asking me. Second of all, I am whipped for you dumb dumb." You replied.

Han

° You weren't a very vocal person, having trouble expressing your thoughts and emotions through words everyday.

° That reason alone is also why people think you and Han are a perfect match. He helped you come out of your shell and be comfortable in your own skin. All of those actions sent your heart into a frenzy, finding there way into pages filled with emotion.

° Han knew about your habit of writing cute quotes on your palms and arms, or just randomly taking out your journal and starting a new page.

° He respected your privacy even if the temptation of knowing every little thought you have was very very strong, he held back and let you write in peace. However, when you dropped your journal without knowing. Han held it and the temptation took over.

° As you had a chat with Seungmin, he turned around from your eye sight and flipped through the pages. Many of them expressing how much you love him and how much he helped you without him even knowing. This effected Han immensely.

"Hannie are you crying?" you questioned, noticing the forming gloss over his sparkling chocolate orbs.

"Yeah, but it's happy tears. I just never knew how much you cared about me, and it makes me feel important." He explained.

Felix

° You cannot hide anything from this adorable koala, he knows you too well and can find anything you've hidden from him.

° You learned this the hard way when you asked him for help when forgetting where you left your journal, panicking since the last place you saw it was at Minho's. Felix knew you usually placed it near your bed and assumed it to be under the covers.

°His assumption was spot on, but you had no idea that he had found it yet. Felix took this advantage to skim through a few pages, smiling at the sight of his name in the book.

° His name was mentioned ever since the day you first met, January 7th 2017. He was written as this attractive aussie that had your knees weak, he laughed silently at the realization that you fancied him since the first day you met. He loved it.

° Felix walked out with the navy blue book tight in his grip, his ears a bright shade of red. You knew he must've read some sort of page about him, but you weren't nervous about it. It couldn't have been anything more cheesy than what you say on dates.

"I can't believe Han knew about your crush on me that entire time." Felix chuckled, shock filling his expression.

"And I can't believe you never knew how much I truly admired you." You teased back, kissing his freckle speckled cheeks.

Seungmin

° Seungmin met you at a library, you were working on a soft poem about not being able to find the right person.

° That whole meeting seemed like something right off of a romance movie or fanfiction novel. Writing about giving up on love as an amazing guy happens to cross paths with you. But both of you laugh at the whole cliché nature of your meeting.

° Seungmin loved how you wrote, taking him into the story each time. He felt so special whenever he found something referring to your relationship, feeling fuzzy inside.

° He liked to bring some of your poems on tour with him, reminding him to stay strong when being away from you. Letting him know that you'll always be there for him when he needs you, even if you are both countries away from each other.

° Felix once found his stash of poems that you wrote, he never teased him on it but would still smile excitedly at how sentimental Seungmin was becoming. Seungmin knew he was becoming cheesy and mushy, he hated yet loved it.

"Do you know how much you have effected me?" he questioned, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb.

"Or maybe you have an addiction to me, ever think of that?" you responded, smiling widely as he rolled his eyes at your words.

Jeongin

° You worked under JYP entertainment to help create songs for different groups, Jeongin noticed you during his break.

° You rarely got to work with Stray Kids since they made 99% of their own songs, but that didn't stop Jeongin from trying to get to know you. It worked in his favor, since you began to develop a living in him after two months of hang out together.

° Jeongin likes hearing certain songs you create or in the process of being created, cheering you on and telling all of his members when you created a song.

° He liked to give you the credit and appreciation you rarely get, most of the credit going towards the artist who performed the songs you created. Jeongin wanted to let you know how proud he was of you daily, even if you got shy from it.

° Whenever you showed him different samples of songs you were working on, he'd dance in his seat with a beaming smile. Even when you were tired and wanted the day to end, his admiration and addicting smile would make your mood change instantly.

"I am just worried because JYP has been pretty harsh on the past few songs." You sighed, tired and frustrated.

"He literally wrote a song about women's butts. I'm pretty sure you're more talented baby." He reassured, patting your head.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

New York

Summary: you, Chris, and Nora spend one last vacation in New York with Scarlett and her daughter before you can't travel anymore do to your pregnancy.

Warning: fluff

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris x Nora

Masterlist | goldfish masterlist | New York Nora inspo | request closed. tag list open!

Author note: I'm not really a fan of scarlett but she lives in NYC so I guess I gotta put her in it.

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comment and reblogs welcome!

The city that never sleeps was one of yours and Chris's favorite places to go when you both were just dating. It was so alive, the food was great, and where were so many places you could visit while there. You always wanted to bring Nora but somehow never had the time. Luckily now, before you can't travel anymore, Chris decided a vacation to New York was a good idea.

Nora walked along side you and Chris pointing out all the tall building she's not used to seeing. "Mama look at those building. Oh my goodness." You smiled, chuckling. "Yeah, aren't they cool?" Nora mumbled out a uh huh. You all kept walking a little while until you stopped in front of a house. It was Scarlett's house. She invited you all over from not seeing you'll for a while.

Chris walked up the steps and knocked on the door, waiting for Scarlett to answer. "Mommy." Nora whispered. You looked down at her. "Yes sweetheart?"

"what are we doing her?" "We're meeting some friends."

Nora nodded, "Otay."

A few seconds later the door opened revealing Scarlet. "Oh you guys are here." She pulled chris into a big bear hug. Chris laughed and hugged her back. "Hi scar."

Scarlett pulled away a few seconds then looking at you. "Oh y/n, it's been a while since I've seen you." Scarlett pulled you into a hug, not to hard because she didn't want to squish the growing baby.

After a while she looked down at Nora who was hiding behind Chris. "Hello, I'm scarlett. You probably don't remember me but I meet you when you were born." Nora looked up at Chris. She was shy but she still wanted to meet scarlett.

Chris nudged Nora lightly. "Go say hi." Nora groaned but did anyways. She gave scarlett a big hug, also with a smile.

Scarlett picked Nora up, "let's go inside."

She walked inside her home, you and Chris following behind her. Once inside she sat Nora down before calling out for her daughter Rose.

You heard the pattering of feet before Rose appear, right along with Colin. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Nora.

"Rose this is Nora. Can you say hi?"

Rose walked up to Nora mumbling out a hi. Nora smiled, "hi."

"why don't you go share your toys with her Rose. We'll be in the living room." Rose nodded at her mom before taking Nora's hand and taking her to her playroom.

Scarlett pulled you to the kitchen while Chris and Colin went to talk. "So how is everything going?" Scarlett pulled a glass from her cabinet, pouring you a glass of water. "I see you are having another baby; that's exciting." She handed you the glass with a smile.

You hummed, "yeah it is. Chris is very excited about it and Nora is as well. She picks up every single onesie she sees when we're at the store so that's fun." You laughed before taking a sip.

"yeah, that's kinda something I would do. Have you both picked a name yet?" You shook your head. "No, I mean we thought about it but haven't came up with a name yet. He wants to go with Noah because it's close to Nora but I want to go with Ivan."

Scarlett nodded, "yeah. If you want I'll convince him to go with Ivan."

You laughed, "no it's fine. I think we're going to figure it out."

In the moment chris and Colin walked into the kitchen. Chris walked up and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"what are you two talking about?" Chris raised his eyebrows. You laughed, "we're talking about baby names." Chris hummed and nodded.

"so you agreed on Noah right?" Quickly you shook your head. "No." Chris rolled his eyes. "What don't like about it?"

"I like it but I like Ivan better." Chris exhaled, "ok, whatever you say." He said sarcastically

You snickered. Before you can get out another word you heard laughing coming from Rose's playroom. You looked at Scarlett. "Looks like there's a friendship is brewing. That's good for a first time in New York."

You all agreed.

For the rest of the day you, Chris, scarlett, and Colin chatted. Around 8pm you got Nora and left Scarlett's house.

As you were walking down the street Nora looked up at you. "Mama, daddy will we come back here? I really want to play with Rose again."

You and Chris looked at each other with a smile. "We'll come back here in a few months when we have Noah ok?"

Nora cheered. You smiled before looking up at Chris. His mouth was open and you know why.

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Is Noah a good name.

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[lightsinthedistancee]

Darkness : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Excerpt: “Darkness is a time of peace for you. A time to crawl into soft sheets, to curl up against your pilot. Some nights, to feel him lazily press a soft kiss to your forehead before his breath levels out in sleep. Others, to feel his hands roaming your body, feel him inside you.”

Summary: A short talk to Poe is always enough to cure a case of loneliness.

Warnings: Some sexual references

A/N: This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday. I actually originally meant for this to be a perhaps 500 word-ish Drabble but it ended up way longer obviously. But I’m really proud of it and love the concept of Writer Wednesday, so hope you guys enjoy! (Also, we’re just gonna pretend that phones and phone booths exist in the Star Wars universe...).

You’ve always found something lovely in darkness.

It’s simple, quiet, a constant that never changes, that rolls around at roughly the same time each night. Settles over cities and towns and every being in the galaxy in a thin blanket. Darkens faces into comforting anonymity, conceals the activities of lovers, provides peace in slumber for the weary.

There is a saying: One should not be afraid of the dark, but of what lies in it.

And after years of life, years of travel, years of experiencing the galaxy, you know that nothing sinister hides beneath darkness. No monsters, no demons, no ghosts. It is something that simply exists with no ulterior motive, something that is debatably hard to come by these days.

Darkness is a time of peace for you. A time to crawl into soft sheets, to curl up against your pilot. Some nights, to feel him lazily press a soft kiss to your forehead before his breath levels out in sleep. Others, to feel his hands roaming your body, feel him inside you.

In those times, darkness is there, still a constant. Hiding his features, hiding those eyes you adore during the daytime, allowing you to become entirely tactile, to simply feel him to the fullest, void of the distraction one’s most used method of perception, sight,  provides.

Yet tonight is a rare night. Your feet hit pavement as you walk quickly, hands in your coat, head bent towards the ground. You’ve been on this Outer Rim planet for nearly two months, gathering intelligence undercover, maintaining little to no contact with the Resistance, and therefore, Poe.

The darkness seems stronger than ever tonight. It slithers up and down the sides of buildings, seems to wrap around you in strings. In this moment, it is not simply a cover—it is suffocating.

The loneliness had been getting to you. Too many days going by a name that is not your own, too many days living in constant fear, too many days away from the touch of someone that’s always able to take your mind off of everything.

And that’s exactly what you need right now. A distraction. A brief moment to bind you back to everything you know, something you are slowly, imperceptibly slipping away from in your mind. The buildings seem to tower over you, to dwarf you. It’s an intimidation act, and you feel it’s working.

It feels as if you can sink into the asphalt, become one with the soil that had been so cruelly compressed by man-made rock. As if you can sink beneath and become one with the dead, the figurative and the literal that had most likely been so barbarously worked to death to build this historic city in the dark days of the galaxy.

You round a bend, turning onto the main street, and your eyes, adjusted to the dark, flare painfully as light hits you. You snap them shut on instinct, flinching. However, the object of your discomfort is not an unknown. This route had been walked by you every day the last two months, and the light is the same phone booth you’d been using to transmit information back to the Resistance due to the anonymous, unmonitored, and therefore, rare quality of it.

It is hardly used anymore, for everyone has their own personal holos, and this one is particularly beat up. It’s translucent walls are cloudy, it’s metal backing dented. Nowadays, it is probable that is it only frequented by drunks and Spice addicts and, well…you.

There is something ironic about the fact that this small, dilapidated booth is your only connection back to D’Qar.

But not ironically, perhaps in a poetically symbolic manner, it also shines bright in the darkness, eradicates the very thing that had been suffocating you moments earlier. It is almost a physical embodiment of hope.

It is also a universal rule that hope births more hope, and an unwise desire comes over you. One that could put the whole operation at risk. But resisting the temptation, it hurts. It’s agonizing, and you want to give in to it. You want to hear one voice. One voice that can wrap you in softness, encourage your imagination to conjure up the sensation of his touch.

And before you know it, you’re in the booth, dialing a long string of numbers you’ve memorized by now. A voice of a communications officer sounds.

You state your name.

“Security code?” the officer asks.

“Six nine eight oh seven three.”

Your eyes nervously glance around. Despite having done this a few times, the experience still makes your heart race. You can only hope that any observer would see only an ordinary lone figure, silhouetted in the light, making an emergency call to a friend because she drank too much or got her wallet stolen.

“You got information?”

“No,” you respond, letting out a soft breath and lying through your teeth. “I need you to transfer me to Commander Dameron. I have a hunch regarding something naval, and I need his opinion.”

You silently chide yourself at your quickness to over explain.

But luckily, the communication officer says nothing. “Transferring now,” he says.

You thank him, leaning against the inner wall of the booth, hovering the phone directly next to your ear. Moments of silence pass before a voice breaks it.

“Hello?” says Poe.

Every point of tension in you seemed to relax in a moment as your eyes slowly close. The timbre of his voice washes over you, through you. “Hey,” you whisper.

“Sweetheart?” He sounds confused. Above all, tired.

“Did I wake you?” you ask, feeling bad all of a sudden. The high that had been coursing through your veins moments earlier plunges back to the ground. The intensity with which you feel it is irrational, yet nothing in you mind is steady.

“Yeah, but that’s okay,” he replies, a slight urgency to his voice. “Is something wrong?”

You picture him in your shared bed back on D’Qar, shirt off like usual. Propped up on one elbow, sheets falling to his waist, holo to his ear, concern on his features. Concern at his love calling him in the middle of the night, her voice shaking.

“Nothing’s wrong…I just…I….” Your voice trails off, and a silence a bit too long elapses.

“Baby?” he asks.

Your breath trembles slightly as you let it out. “This was a mistake,” you mumble. “I’m sorry, just—“

He interjects at the tone of finality in your voice. “Hey…don’t go, sweetheart.” You hear him shift, perhaps sitting up. “Just talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I miss you,” you blurt out. You’d meant to say it more eloquently, less directly, but that’s not something you have the energy for right now. “I miss everyone back on D’Qar. This assignment…it’s the most least contact with base I’ve ever had, and—why am I even telling you that? You know that.” You let out a frustrated breath, gathering your thoughts. He patiently waits, something you’re grateful for. “I’m just…having a hard time. That’s all.”

His energy transmits well through the phone. He’s thinking, the gears in his mind turning. You can feel the helplessness, for there is undeniably little he can do. “I miss you, too,” he finally says. “It’s a few more weeks, baby. I know you’ve got it in you…”

It’s a simple sentence, yet nearly reinvigorating in a way. Nothing that immediately lifts your mood, but perhaps something that briefly abates the hollow feeling within you.

“I’ll be there the moment you’re back.” His tone is soft, a little raspy with tiredness, slightly reminiscent of the way he tells you how much he loves and how amazing you are in a post-sex haze of exhaustion. It’s an odd relation, but the sense of peace that both tones hold is something you always cling to. “I’ll be there to kiss you. To hold you.” He pauses. “To take you to bed….”

The way his voice, on the last statement, walks the line between humorous and genuinely seductive makes you laugh quietly. It’s neither a common nor desirable combination.

“There’s that beautiful laugh,” he says softly, letting out a breath, returning to his previous demeanor. “I’ll be there, baby. I know you know that.”

You nod even though he can’t see you. Air brushes past your lips as your eyes flutter shut. “I know.”

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Giulio Moretti - HPMA Character Profile

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NOTE: I am a cisgender female. As such, I have been hesitant to make a trans oc and will not be going into much detail about Giulio's experiences specifically related to his gender. If anything in here feels iffy to anyone not cisgender, please let me know and I'll correct it

Personal

Full Name: Giulio Antonio Moretti

Gender: Male (trans)

Sexuality: Demisexual, polyamorous

Birthday: June 1st

Age: 11

Birthstone: Alexandrite

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Blood Status: Full Veela

- I'm mostly using these headcanons written by @carmilla-the-bird, though over time I might end up changing a couple details

- I'm not certain if full Veelas would even use wands/go to magic school but these ones do because I say so

- What I'm specifically adding is that since HPMA takes place later than the full HP series, there has been a new method developed to allow full veelas to better coexist with wizards. This comes in the form of a clear gemstone that can be inserted into any piece of jewelry, usually necklaces. While the stone is worn, the charm [or allure, as I call it] that all veelas have while glamored is dampened by up to 80%. Another effect is that when angered, the veela won't be able to lash out with their fire magic, unless they've trained their magic well enough that's it's less of an instinct and more of a conscious choice. Minors are legally required to wear it at all times, except in their own home with only their family around. Once an adult the veela can choose whether they want to wear it or not. The stone has a similar trace to underaged magic, so when a Veela who's a minor takes it off, the Ministry is alerted and their location will be tracked

3 Positive Traits:

- Empathetic

- Resourceful

- Playful

3 Negative Traits:

- Irritable

- Addictive

- Pessimistic

Usual First Impression: When meeting Giulio, most people see him as a spoiled and stuck up little boy. This isn't true. He's just very wary of strangers, so he doesn't tend to leave a good first impression. Once he's more comfortable around someone, his positive traits outshine the more negative ones

Location

Birthplace: A Veela-specific clinic in southern Italy. His mother travelled there for all of her children's births, and the midwife there is the woman who delivered her

Current Home: His family home in England, a medium sized house under a strict Fidelius charm, which his aunt is the Secret Keeper for. His bedroom is on the second floor, looking out over the fish pond in the backyard

Future Home(s): Fresh out of Hogwarts he'll share an apartment with Lori with heavily warded Floo access. Later homes TBD once his love interests are planned out

Favorite Place: The little house the family rents for a month every summer in southern Italy. The town is full of good culture, and better yet, good food. It feels peaceful, even when there's a loud festival going on

Disliked Place: The woods a mile down the road from his home. The woods are the last place Giulio saw his grandmother before she went missing, and now they feel like they're haunted. He refuses to go on walks there anymore

Appearance

Face Shape: Round, slightly pointy chin

Eye Color: Deep teal

Hair Color: Whitish blond

Hair Style: Self cut (horrifies his mother), slightly uneven, medium length. Not brushed every day, fluffy

Skin Tone: Pale

Freckles/Spots: A few beauty marks on his face, two near his right eye and one on the left side of his chin

Scars: None yet

Piercings/Tattoos: None

Height: 5'7" [fully grown]

Weight: ~ 135 lbs [fully grown]

Physique: Thin. Luckily for him, Giulio's family has always had rather "boyish" bodies - wide shoulders, not very curvy - but he's still got too much woman in him to be fully happy with his form

Clothing Style: Baggy tops, loose pants, nothing fancy. Giulio tries to attract as little attention as possible, because while he's glamored people stare at him a lot anyway, even with the dampener. He does like colored pants, but his tops are usually grey and black. His dampening necklace is the most eye catching thing he wears (as it was a gift from his missing grandmother) and he wishes he could take it off, but he legally can't

Carried Items:

- The last picture of him, his sisters, and his grandmother ever taken

- A lighter. He likes having the fire near him since he can't access his own fire magic

- His hair scissors, for whenever he feels like it needs to be trimmed

- A container of Silly Putty he got from a Muggle convenience store

- His water bottle

Magic

Wand: 10" Veela hair wand in Fir wood. A very pale colored wand that's a bit rough around the edges. The hair is from his younger sister Martina, who yanked the strand right out and handed it to the wandmaker after no wands appeared to choose a very defeated looking Giulio. The wand was made while Giulio watched, and he checked it many times throughout the process to make sure it felt like it would have him, which it did.

Animagus: As a veela, Giulio can transform into pretty much any bird shape. He has no need to go through the animagus process

Boggart Form: Him, fully matured, very womanly, and in a wedding gown just like the ones his older sister Alessia fawns over

Riddikulus Form: Him in a ridiculously exaggerated Bloody Baron costume

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Giulio would smell new pillows, the faint burning metal scent that clings to him, and the dry shampoo he uses

Amortentia (to them): He doesn't smell any sort of romantic interest yet. What he smells now are safe, comforting smells, like the cigars his mother and aunt smoke, the perfume all his sisters use, and the smell of his favorite restaurant in southern Italy

Patronus: Bird of Paradise

Happiest Memory: Receiving his wand once it was completed, and finally feeling the connection and power he'd heard so much about but thought he'd never have

Mirror of Erised: Some might consider it sad, but all he sees is him, happy, the way he wishes he was - including not looking at all like a Veela. Someday this will change

Family Spells: It's not really a spell, but the Morettis have a particular bird call that, when paired with the right charm, will alert every living family member to the caller's location, should one desperately need help. It's only to be used in emergencies. Giulio isn't sure he wants to know why his grandmother never used it

Inherent Magic: Veela stuff - storm sense, fire, bird transformations, allure, slight levitation abilities

Family

Grandmother: Francesca is not an ideal parental figure. She grew up in a time when full Veelas were treated with nearly the same suspicion and prejudice as werewolves, so she's very anti-human. However, she was still one of Giulio's best defenders and most treasured family members. She places a huge importance on family and is the one who came up with the idea of the special danger call. Francesca went missing when Giulio was seven, and there have been no clues as to what happened.

Mother: Valentina is a kind, gentle woman who cares for her family before anyone else. She and her sister were taught all their lives to be nothing more than a pretty face, and while Bianca rejected this, Valentina embraced it. Even now, with her own mother nowhere to be found, she has trouble remembering to be herself. She wears her necklace at all times, terrified to be without it

Father: Giulio never knew him. He's not sure he even has one

Aunt: Bianca is, in many ways, the exact opposite of her sister. Bianca embraces all of her less than proper instincts, and even walks around in public completely unglamored, acting as a good deterrent to anyone who might want to come say hi, innocent intentions or not. Gets angry very easily, and has caused public property damage more often than Valentina would appreciate

Sisters: Two older sisters, one younger. All Slytherins while in school

- Alessia, six years older, prefect. A headstrong young woman who takes advantage of her allure to get what she wants, and is skilled enough to fight off anyone who gets too "friendly". She likes to have a collection of boy toys she never lets get too close, but secretly only has eyes for the Hufflepuff prefect, Lina.

- Emilia, four years older, Quidditch captain. Hates her allure with a passion and refuses to even think about romance until she's out of school. Could kick anyone's ass, and will do so if she feels the need to. Very protective of Giulio, has gotten into at least eight shouting matches with those who misgender him

- Martina, one year younger. The baby of the family. A bit of a spoiled brat, and too young to fully understand exactly why her older siblings are all so wary of strangers, or letting her out of their sight. She dreams of being the Minister of Magic, and of being able to take her "stupid, ugly, and stupid" necklace off for good

Pets: The two family screech owls which trade off being at school/home, and an Abraxan Giulio found on Hogwarts grounds that likes him a lot

Family Values: The Morettis hold nothing higher than each other. The family's main priority is sticking together, and always doing whatever they can to help each other achieve whatever they wish. The family is also, as a whole, rather reclusive

Opinion of Family: Giulio loves his family. For all their faults, they hold true to their values and he couldn't imagine one of them ever betraying another. Even if they won't ever truly understand him, they've all tried and they do what they can, and it means more than he can say

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Introverted

Best Friend: Oleander Loris. Her anger issues, her weird pink eyes, and her tendency to drag him along to social outings are all things that Giulio comes to appreciate over time. He originally became curious about her on the train ride to school, when she stumbled looking at his older sisters but didn't notice him at all, and they spoke for the first time in Flying class. Lori is definitely a force to be reckoned with, and the fact that she's not affected by his allure in the slightest makes him feel really happy

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend He Didn't Expect: Cassandra. They aren't the best of friends, and maybe they can't be considered friends at all, but she doesn't hold the contempt she seems to hold for most others for him

Who He Wishes Was His Friend: Kestra Fernera. She's got fire powers, and she doesn't have to be chained down by the Ministry. He thinks she's super cool, and is very jealous of her and how popular she is, but he's far too nervous to try and talk to her

List of Casual Friends:

- Brian Haywood-Reese @catohphm

- others TBD, but likely the main cast of the game. Mc friends welcome, if any are interested!

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD

His Type: Pretty much anyone who's able to look past the allure that Giulio hates so much and also isn't afraid of him in his natural form, though most people haven't even seen it

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Not on the team, but plays casually

Clubs: TBD

Organizations: None

Favorite Class: Flying. Duh

Least Favorite Class: Potions. It gives him a headache surrounded by all the fumes

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood:

- Giulio realizes young that he hates the idea of being a girl, and insists that his mother change his name. His family thought it was a phase, but once they realized it wasn't, they became more serious and started to see what they could do to help him

- He's a sheltered child, learning early the importance of staying close to a trusted adult. He sees the horrors of what can happen to a Veela caught unaware at a young age when he almost loses his mother to someone who wanted to sell her, and never looks at strangers the same way again

- At five years old Giulio is given his dampener necklace. He refuses to wear it until his grandmother forcibly puts it on him. He decides it's not that bad, though it feels like it's choking him and he doesn't like the muted feeling in his hands that comes from the loss of his instinctual magic

- At seven years old, Giulio is on a walk with his grandmother in the woods when he hears a loud screech. She sends him back toward the house, saying she'll be right behind him. Hours pass, and she never follows. There's no evidence as to what that screech was, or what happened to his grandmother

- At eleven years old, Giulio spends a week traveling to different wandmakers around Europe trying to find a wand so he can go to school in the fall. For some reason, his magic is picky and not a single wand even comes close to working for him. When he's given up all hope, his little sister Martina asks if the wandmaker takes custom orders, and rips out her own hair to be used for Giulio's wand. It's the first time Giulio cries happy tears, hovering his hand over the uncompleted wand and feeling it call to him already

School Years: TBD once I'm able to play the game

Post Graduation: Giulio moves into an apartment with Lori soon after graduating. While she immediately starts work, Giulio takes time to find some higher education, and work on training his Veela magic now that he can take his necklace off whenever he wants

Career(s): TBD

Marriage and Children: TBD

Death: Giulio will be murdered by [redacted] in order to save [redacted]'s life, but he'll be very old (around 200) and will have outlived his lovers, so he doesn't see it as too much of a shame. He'll be buried in the family garden and have some lovely flower bushes planted over him

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- The Veela magic in Giulio recognizes him as a boy as soon as he does. When his allure kicks in, anyone attracted to men finds themself affected, while those strictly into women do not, even though male Veelas are practically unheard of

- His aunt Bianca paid a personal visit to Hogwarts before he was enrolled, ready to throw flames if he was going to be put into the female dorms. Luckily, she didn't need to worry, as once the situation was explained it was settled with a simple change in his paperwork

- Giulio hates being cooped up indoors for too long. Even in the coldest days of winter, he'll spend as much time as possible outside

- Starting in third year, Lori will figure out how to get the necklace off of him without alerting anyone [putting it on herself within a few seconds], and Giulio will occasionally spend a few hours free and in his natural form in the Forbidden Forest. Unbeknownst to him, wearing the necklace saps at Lori's magical core, and it takes her a day or so to regain her strength if she wears it for more than thirty minutes

- Giulio will likely have three partners in the future. He could never even imagine having one, so if his younger self was told he would have three he would probably have a difficult time believing it

- Cutting his hair so frequently doesn't affect his magic like his mother feared it would, though he does feel nauseous when he does it

- The dark teal eyes are something only he and his sisters have, which is how he knows they all have the same "father" or whatever they had. His mother, aunt, and grandmother all have the traditional black eyes. Not even Alessia ever saw any type of man around when her younger siblings were born, so there are no clues as to how the four of them exist

- As much as he hates the dampener, it does him a lot of good when he's younger. He gets angry easily and often feels very defensive, so without it he could have gotten into a lot of trouble

- Though he doesn't like his allure, Giulio will sometimes take advantage of it like Alessia does if he wants to get out of something. He won't fight it, he'll play nice, and let whoever he needs to back off get a little dazed

- He wanted to hide the fact that he was a Veela when he first came to Hogwarts, but with two older sisters and his allure he couldn't

[novannna]

⭐️?

ty for the ask dt!!!

hmm i really like what i did with this section from my nobell pirate au

"...Nova’s grin widened.  “Guilty as charged.”  She noticed the other king’s still body.  “A little scuffle?”

“Something like that,” the crown prince cut in.  “What do you want?”

“From you?” Nothing.”  Nova laughed.  “Bind everyone’s hands, and feet if you can,” Nova barked to her crew.  “We don’t want anyone running off, do we?”  She raised her pistol and fired a shot.  It struck the wood right next to a woman attempting to sneak away down below.  She screamed, and dropped to the ground, shaking.

“What do you mean you want nothing from us?” the prince asked.  “Why are you here?”

Nova grabbed his hands roughly, and wrapped a rope around them.

“The world isn’t all about you, sweetheart.  And you should be thanking me,” she grinned.

“What do you mean,”  he demanded.

“You don’t have to rule anymore.  You’ll never bear the burden of the crown.  So… You’re welcome!”  Nova laughed brightly, and threw him down to the floor.  He grunted, and tried to rise up, but Nova placed her booted foot on her chest, pushing him back down.

“Now, where’s the dear bride?  I have to greet both sides of the couple.”

“Here,” a quiet voice said.

Nova stalked towards the source, grinning as people flinched away so quickly they toppled over.  Oh, how she loved being feared.   The rush of power she got.  It made Nova full.  It reminded her of how far she had come.  She wasn’t a helpless little girl anymore.  She had come far.  She had done things that were once considered impossible.

Nova Jean Artino was the most feared person to ever sail the seas, and she had done it all on her own.

She was the pirate Nightmare.  And they should fear her.

Especially this small, quivering white clad figure before her.

“So,” Nova said, her voice cutting across the quiet deck.  “You’re the girl the prince chose to wed.”  Nova smirked.  “And who is the lucky lady?”

“You know, I’m hurt you don’t recognize me,” the voice said.  It was low, and achingly familiar.

Nova raised her eyebrows.  “Should I?  You know I meet a lot of women and-”  she stopped talking suddenly.  The girl raised her head, and met Nova’s eyes with her own.  The dark amber stared at her.  Soft brown skin, and artfully arranged blonde dreadlocks.

“Hello, Nova,” Danna said softly.

Nova felt her breath catch in her throat.  Danna was striking in her wedding dress.  Her wedding dress .  Danna was marrying the prince.  Her Danna.  Her Danna was throwing her freedom away.

“Hello, Danna,” Nova said, struggling to get the words out.  “Sorry to interrupt the happy occasion.”

Danna scoffed.  “I should thank you.  Nothing about this is happy.”

Nova tried to smirk.  “Then, your welcome, milady .”  She sank into a deep curtsy.

“Nova, what are you doing here?” Danna asked.

What was Nova doing here?  Just the glance of Danna was enough to knock her off her pedestal.  She lost sight of her goals.  Lost sight of her past.  Forgot everything but the girl next to her.  Danna’s very breath was poisonous.  She slipped into the cracks in Nova’s body, and took hold of her.  She made Nova forget who she was.

Danna was deadly, and Nova was addicted to her.

That would not do.

“I’m doing my job.”  Nova inhaled deeply, and looked away.  “Tie her up, and put her with the others,” she barked to her crew.  “I don’t have time for pleasantries, love,” she said to Danna.  “Take her away.”

“Nova!”  Danna screamed.  “Stop, you have to listen to me!���

Nova paused.  “Gag her too,” she responded.  “I don’t have to listen to anyone.  You listen to me.”

Nova drew her sword, and stalked down the deck, dragging the tip against the ground behind her.

“I am in charge here.  You are all my prisoners.  And luckily for you, I don’t care about your pitiful lives.  So, if you behave, you can keep them.  Am I clear?”

A hurried response of yes’s were quickly returned.

“Good.”  Nova smiled.  “Then, you will not say another word until my uncle is here.”

King Simon looked up quickly.  “Uncle?”

Nova spun around, sword tip already at his throat.  “Did you not hear a word I said?”

He flinched back.

“Good.”  Nova smiled, teeth glinting.  “Any other comments?”  She asked, sheathing her sword.

No one responded.

“Excellent.” Nova laughed.  “Don’t you just love weddings?”

ok so in the first few paragraphs, im just obssessed w nova being a smug little bitch, i love her, she's literally so cocky, its really fun to write. and like, so power hungry too, she's kinda relishing all the fear and pwoer she's possessing, and just how in control she is.

and then, she asks to meet the bride, and obviosuly doesnt know it's danna, and while its from nova's perspective, i was trying to show everything that danna was feeling too, i didnt do a great job, but it worked kinda.

and nova know's its someone familiar, but she wouldn't have guessed danna, because, it was her danna, and she wasn't able to ever imagine her with someone else (even if it was all fake) and nova knows danna doesn't love adrian, not like how nova loves her, she knows she was ready to throw her future away just like that, and she's so fucking angry, but also, she shouldn't care, but she does and its ahhh

ofc all the while nova is struggling to seem normal.

also, so so obssesed w this paragraph : "What was Nova doing here?  Just the glance of Danna was enough to knock her off her pedestal.  She lost sight of her goals.  Lost sight of her past.  Forgot everything but the girl next to her.  Danna’s very breath was poisonous.  She slipped into the cracks in Nova’s body, and took hold of her.  She made Nova forget who she was.

Danna was deadly, and Nova was addicted to her."

i don't even know what commentary to add, just yeah... these bitches gay <333

and nova has to choose danna or her ambition, but she already made that choice, and now she has to make it again. And she does. Nova chose to secure her own future, and can't be around danna, because it hurts her to be near her, but not w her just yeah. ow </3 and she needs to act like the cold pirate she is while breaking apart inside and pain :)

yeah thats p much it idk, sorry that was long, people should go read the whole au, its not terrible writing crazily enough im so sorry if that didn't make sense im not at my best.

[jenonctcity]

My Ending - Part 2

Differences – Na Jaemin

Part of the Bad Boy Series.

Badboy!Au, Streetracer!Au

Disclaimer: This is going to be a very dark themed story, please do not read if you are triggered easily by the mentioned subjects in the warnings.

Warnings: Minor Character Death, Mentions of Suicide Attempts, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Health Issues (Depression and Anxiety), Mentions of Drug Use/Overdose, Mentions of Drug Addiction Effecting Baby After Birth, Explicit Content.

Word Count: 8.3K

It was only a small lie. A teensy, tiny, white lie that couldn’t hurt anyone. And it boosted Jaemin’s confidence enough for him to flirt like he wasn’t unexperienced. He had no idea how Renjun had managed to lie so much throughout his life. Every time Jaemin made up stories of fucking random girls, he felt a burning fire in the pit of his stomach from the guilt of lying about it. Still, he didn’t see the harm in lying about being a virgin. He knew the only time it would matter would be when he got a girlfriend, which is why he decided to be transparent and tell you the truth instead of lying. You gave him a raised eyebrow and wide-eyed look. He tilted his head at your reaction and gave you a knowing smirk.

“You’re a virgin?” Your voice came out higher pitched than you had expected it to, causing Jaemin to laugh softly, nodding his head in confirmation.

“I am.” He leaned in and kissed your lips hard, overcome with want for you that he couldn’t stop himself from stealing your lips in his. “Does it bother you?” He mumbled into your mouth, his hot tongue pushing against yours as his hands stroked up your thighs to your hips, his fingers digging into you from how tight his grip was.

“No, it’s kinda hot actually.” You mumbled, not drawing away from his lips. He made a deep noise that rumbled from his throat, his kisses moving from your mouth, down your jaw, and to your neck. Your eyelids became heavy as he sucked at your sensitive spot, his tongue swirling around sinfully and his hot breath coming out in puffs against you, sending shivers down your spine. “Why though? You’re so confident and flirty surely you can get any girl in bed?” He chuckled against your neck and pulled away, his lips red and glistening with spit.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and I didn’t want to have sex with some random girl who would forget my name the next day.” He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips as his fingers worked in slow circles on your waist. You felt your heart bloom like a flower in the spring at his confession, your bottom lip coming out in a pout.

“Jaemin that’s so cute, you’re adorable.” You took his face in both of your hands, squishing his cheeks together and making his own lips form into a pout. He whined and tried to draw his head back, his cheeks flaring up bright red from being called adorable. The only person who had ever called him adorable was his grandmother, and that hadn’t been for many years. “Have you ever done…like other stuff with girls though?” You tilted your head in wonder, your thoughts drifting as Jaemin’s tongue poked out between his pouted lips. You let go of his face and instead placed your hands gently on his shoulders.

“Yeah I’ve been sucked off before and eaten some pussy.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal when in fact your heart started racing at the thought of his tongue in your intimate areas. “Have you had sex?” The question was nagging at his mind until he finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask you.

“I have, only like three times though with my ex-boyfriend.” You smiled and shrugged. “It was…mediocre, he cared more about his own orgasms.”

“Men aint shit baby girl.” Jaemin whispered, stealing a kiss from your lips again as a loud laugh erupted from you at the irony of his choice of words.

“But you’re a man?” You narrowed your eyes in amusement, his teeth on full display as he gave you a big cheeky grin.

“I’m not like other men though.” He winked, leading you to fake gag from the cheesiness, his fingers digging into your sides and tickling you as a punishment. “Just you wait and see!” He pushed you onto your back, your head hitting his pillows and his body slotting between your legs. You felt a firework of butterflies go off in your stomach from how having his body there made you feel. He reached over you, placing his hands on the bed either side of your neck, your body now completely caged in by his.

“I’m excited to see what you can do.” You smirked up at him, raising your eyebrows suggestively. His cheeks glowed pink and he bit his bottom lip, his eyes boring into yours without breaking contact even for a second. “Virgin.” You sniggered, his mouth dropping open as he sat back, faking offence and letting out a gasp. His hands finding your sides again to tickle you mercilessly. As he tickled you, he couldn’t help but realise that he’d met his dream girl. You weren’t afraid to tease him, you were kind, and you and him just instantly clicked. He didn’t want to voice his thoughts just in case you weren’t both on the same page, but he was almost 100% sure that you were going to be the girl to take his virginity.

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Having a newborn baby in your arms was strange. Also a blessing, as not everyone would get to experience the wonder of holding a new life in their arms until they had their own children. Her smooth skin, fluffy black hair which she had a surprising amount of, her tiny fingers, and the little noises that would emit from her when she moved around in her sleep to get comfortable had you feeling soft. In the past two months of dating Jaemin you honestly could say that you’d beenhappier than you had in a long time. Jaemin was a whirlwind of everything perfect. He was the best boyfriend you could possibly ask for. His pores seeped with romance and affection, he was funny, and he did everything he possibly could to make you smile. It didn’t even bother you that you hadn’t had sex with him yet, you were happy to wait until he initiated things with you whenever he was ready. You had found out that he was an absolute master of using his tongue though, so you couldn’t complain.

This was your first time babysitting with Jaemin, and so far, everything was going great. Renjun’s newborn baby Jihyo was an absolute dream to watch over, mostly because the only bad thing she could do was cry, which she had only done briefly when she’d pooped, luckily Uncle Jaemin took care of that. Renjun and his girlfriend had decided to take Jiyeon to the zoo for the day without Jihyo, wanting to make sure that Jiyeon was still receiving as much love and attention as she needed. So when Renjun had mentioned in their group chat that he needed a babysitter, Jaemin had volunteered you both for the position.

“She’s so cute, how can anyone make something this precious?” You looked up from her peaceful face to Jaemin’s delicate face. He was sitting with you on the sofa, your back pressed into his chest as he cuddled the two of you. He looked into your eyes and smiled a wide smile, pressing a light kiss to the tip of your nose. You didn’t notice how he had literal hearts in his eyes from watching you hold a baby. Jaemin had always had a craving for the perfect family, and he knew he wouldn’t ever have that until he met the love of his life, got married, and had a baby. So he couldn’t help the way his heart kept speeding up as thoughts of wifing you up and making babies with you flashed through his head as if he was looking into the future. He didn’t want to rush things and end up scaring you away though, so those thoughts stayed locked inside of his own head for his eyes only.

“Well someone made you.” His reply had your eyes rolling, but you leaned your head back against his shoulder anyway, a gentle laugh tumbling from your lips at how corny he was.

“I bet you were a precious baby.” You commented offhandedly, not realising the emotional turmoil it would throw Jaemin into. He didn’t know how to tell you that he was anything but precious when he was born. He sighed and leaned the side of his head against yours, his arms tightening around you.

“I was born addicted to heroin.” He whispered, his stomach curdling at the words leaving his mouth. You whipped your head around and pulled it back slightly so that you could look at him properly. He gave you a small smile that didn’t reach his cheeks and it broke your heart slightly.

“Jaemin…you never told me that…” You furrowed your eyebrows in question. Now that you think about it, Jaemin hadn’t ever really spoken about his mother or father, only making a comment about his mother being dead. You didn’t want to pry, and you knew eventually he would open up to you about it, you just hadn’t expected it to be in this moment.

“My mother was an addict, and my father ran away as soon as he found out about my impending existence. My grandmother is my fathers’ mother and she was the one who took me in. She has nothing to do with my father either, I don’t even know where he is.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter, but by the look in his eyes, you could tell it tore him apart and had had an effect on him in the past. “I recovered but it stunted my growth growing up and I was bullied, a lot.” You wanted to grab him and give him a big squeeze, but with Jihyo in your arms it wasn’t possible. Instead you gave him a sad look, one that he could tell you were sympathising with him. “I’m okay now.” And all of a sudden, that Jaemin was gone, like he had never even existed. A big smile took over his face and it was if he had just told you that he’d won the lottery. His eyes moved from you to focus on Jihyo. “Come here my pretty girl, it’s uncle nana’s turn for a cuddle.” He shuffled out from behind of you, now sitting beside you as he scooped the sleeping tot from your hold. You opted not to ask any questions or say anything, just faking a smile and stroking Jihyo’s hair down after it fluffed up from the transfer. You couldn’t even think of what kind of questions you could ask him about his past, and you didn’t know what would be triggering for him.

“You love kids don’t you.” You decided to comment, keeping it positive and a good conversation changer. He nodded his head quickly in agreement; thankful you didn’t insist on talking about his past.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” His eyes flicked up to look into yours and you felt almost stunned by how beautiful he was. Sometimes you’d forget that he was your boyfriend and when you remembered you felt giddy inside. “I have a race on Friday, would you like to come?”

“You’re okay with me being there?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his offer. You’d asked him if you could see him race before, and he’d told you that he wasn’t sure if he wanted you there or not.

“Yeah, I want to see your beautiful face after I win.” He looked down at the baby in his arms and pressed the softest kiss to her forehead, bouncing her very gently to soothe her after she started to make a fuss, quiet whines emitting from her and her little body attempting to twist around. His words left a feeling of warmth inside of you, and you knew that you wouldn’t miss his race for the world.

“Then I’ll be there.”

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“So are you going to be in the car with him or watching with me?” Haechan’s voice dragged your attention from a girl wearing the tiniest pair of shorts you’d ever seen, back to him. He smiled at you in amusement of your shocked expression. He was clearly used to this type of environment, seeing the scantily dressed women, and men who looked like they could break all of the bones in your body with a flick of their wrist. But you felt safe with Haechan, since you considered him to be someone who was able to protect you. The starting point of the race was also the finishing point, and it was behind the old railway tracks that weren’t in the populated areas of the city, less likely for the police to find it. There was a lot of people attending the race, and you had lost sight of Jaemin after you’d arrived with him. He’d passed you over to Haechan, pressed a kiss to the side of your head, and told you he had to ‘take care of something’.

“Watching with you,” You smiled up at him, then furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about it. “would I even be allowed in the car with him?” He shrugged, biting the inside of his cheek as he also thought about it.

“Probably, it’s not like you would affect his racing at all.” You didn’t want to ask Jaemin though, because you didn’t actually want to be in the car whilst he was racing. It was a scary thought to you, but you were just curious as to if you could or not.

“When does it start?”

“In about 10 minutes.” You gave him a small smile and let out a sigh, your eyes scanning the crowd to see if you could spot Jaemin. You couldn’t, so you just turned your attention back to Haechan.

“Where’s your girlfriend? Did she not want to come?” His shoulders sank and he gave you an awkward smile, scratching the back of his head before clearing his throat.

“We’re kind of on a break right now, things got a bit too much with the whole Jeno situation and I’m not sure what’s going to happen.” He shrugged, but you could tell he was bothered by it, his eyes drifting to the floor as he kicked at a stone on the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry, Jaemin didn’t tell me!” You felt bad, but you didn’t know so there wasn’t much you could have done to avoid the awkwardness now floating in the air between you both. He shrugged again and gave you a genuine smile, shuffling over from foot to foot.

“Don’t worry about it, come on let’s go wait by the starting line.” He grabbed you by the shoulders from behind and steered you towards where a white line of paint had been marked on the floor. You stood behind the metal barriers, Haechan standing close to you to stop any of the sleezy men from approaching you. He bumped his shoulder against yours and nodded towards the cars approaching the line. “It’s about to start.” You felt your heart sink slightly that you didn’t get to give Jaemin a good luck kiss. You knew what he did was dangerous, and if anything happened to him during the race without you kissing him before hand, you’d be absolutely heartbroken.

“I’m nervous.” You mumbled, glancing at Haechan quickly before giving Jaemin’s car all of your attention. The car visibly rumbling from the strength of the engine and how Jaemin was revving it, the sound loud but muffled with the rest of the other noisy cars.

“Don’t be. Jaemin is probably the best racer here and he knows what he’s doing.” Haechan’s words reassured you but there was still a slight nagging feeling in your stomach that something bad was going to happen.

Everything flashed by quicker than you could have ever imagined. A girl wearing nothing but a bikini top and jean shorts stood in the middle of the dirt road, the white flag in her hand falling to the floor to signify the start of the race. The cars took off with a cloud of dirt left in their wake, the loud engines fading as the cars went down the dirt road. Haechan had told you that after the dirt road finished, they’d race through the city, then they’d loop back around and finish exactly where they’d started. Everyone went back to chatting and mingling with each other as they waited for the tell-tale sound of cars approaching. Haechan got you a can of beer from the cooler in his car and he kept you close to his side. He tried to convince you to dance to the music coming from someone’s car, and as you tried to brush him off, he grabbed you and twirled you around, forcing you to dance with him which had you both wheezing of laughter from how chaotic it was. You didn’t realise how fun Haechan could be, and you felt bad for having assumed he was dangerous and having tried to avoid him as much as you could. You still knew he was dangerous, but you knew he wasn’t a danger to you.

The sound of the car’s engines getting louder brought everyone out of their mingling, and you rushed with Haechan back over to the metal barrier. Jaemin’s car skidded around the corner with perfect control on the dirt road, the rest of the cars close behind him, but he was in the lead. You watched with bated breath, unable to even cheer like the rest of the crowd as Jaemin crossed the finish line first. You felt Haechan’s arms around you, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“He won!” Haechan’s confirmation of what you already knew had you laughing, and you couldn’t control the grin on your face. You felt an overwhelming sense of pride in your boyfriend, knowing that racing means a lot to him and winning is such an accomplishment. He’d told you before that when he doesn’t win, he gets into a funk for a few days, feeling like a failure because the only thing he was really good at was driving. You wanted to disagree with him, but in typical Jaemin fashion, he changed the subject before you could address it. Haechan took your hand in his own and almost dragged you with him to where Jaemin had parked his car. Jaemin was sat on the hood of his car, his arms folded over his chest with a big smirk painted on his face when he noticed you approaching him. He pushed himself off of the car and picked you up as you ran into his arms, holding you by your thighs and pressing his lips to yours.

“You won baby!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him like your life depended on it. Haechan came up beside you and patted Jaemin on the shoulder, mumbling something in his ear before disappearing off. “Where’s he going?” You tilted your head, your eyes following Haechan until he disappeared out of sight.

“He’s a drug dealer babe, I think you know where he’s going.” He chuckled, still holding you in his arms. He laid a soft kiss onto your lips, humming against them in satisfaction with his hands rubbing against your thighs in a massaging motion. “We need to celebrate my win, don’t you think?” He whispered against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Mmm we do, how are we going to celebrate?” Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Jaemin’s smirk grew and he glanced down at your lips, pecking them with his quickly and trailing kisses down to your ear.

“I want to fuck you.” He whispered in a seductive tone, his grip tightening on you as you gasped in surprise. You felt a fire ignite in your stomach at his suggestive words, the thing you’d been waiting for finally about to happen. He dragged his lips back to yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and making it feel like fireworks sparked between you.

“Please do.” He set you down on your feet, pulling his phone from his pocket and quickly texting Haechan to tell him that you were both leaving. You let yourself into the passenger side of Jaemin’s car, almost bouncing in your seat at how excited you were to finally have sex with Jaemin. Jaemin disappeared for a few minutes before climbing in beside you, revving the engine and placing a big bag of money underneath his seat.

The two of you drove away, and you were surprised to find out you weren’t going in the direction of either of yours homes, your eyebrows furrowing in question but you didn’t bother asking Jaemin about his intended destination, instead just going with the flow, all of your trust in Jaemin. The trees on either side of the rural road were only lit up by the moonlight and the headlights of the car. No other cars were anywhere to be seen as you looked at the clock and noticed is was nearing 2am, so you felt as if it was just you and Jaemin in the world, no other people mattering to you as Jaemin pulled the car into a grassy car park next to a nature trail, obviously no one around to disturb you. You glanced over at Jaemin as he turned off the ignition, the moonlight shining against his beautiful features. You could see that he took a deep breath, clenching his fists and then rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs.

“I should have known you would want to lose your virginity in your car.” You giggled, reaching over and taking one of his hands into your own. He let out a soft laugh, his gaze switching from his steering wheel over to you. “Are you nervous?” You lowered the sound of your voice, it coming out soft and as your words hit Jaemin’s ears they almost melted from how delicate they sounded.

“A little, I just want to make you feel good.” He found his courage and swooped in, catching your lips between his own and moving his hands from his thighs to rest one on your thigh, and the other on your waist.

“I want you so bad.” You mumbled into his mouth as your tongue fought for dominance, his tongue winning and turning the kiss heated and sensual immediately. You grabbed his hand, popping open the button on your jeans and guiding his hand inside of your panties. He let out a soft gasp, his lips pulling away from yours.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me already.” He almost growled, his fingers moving up and down your folds, spreading your essence up to your clit before circling it with two of his fingers. “Does that feel good?” He laid a kiss to your neck, prompting you to tilt your head away from him to give him easier access.

“Yeah, oh Jaemin.” You let out a breathy moan, sinking slightly in the seat as he started sucking on your neck, his fingers working magic against your over sensitive bundle of nerves. You’d started getting wet from the second Jaemin mentioned fucking you, all of the thoughts that had ran through your head turning filthy and making your thighs clench together on the way there, needing friction in the place you couldn’t wait for Jaemin to touch. You even thought about all of the times Jaemin had eaten you out, licking you to completion like an expert with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, your toes curling as he sucked on your clit like it was his lifeline. What he lacked in experience, he sure made up for in natural talent and enthusiasm. You also thought about how well his cock would fit inside of you, the few times you’d seen it when you’d sucked him off or given him a handjob giving you a lot of hope for how good it could make you feel inside of your tight pussy. So by the time Jaemin slid two fingers inside of you, you were already ready and gagging for his cock to be inside of you.

“Will you ride me?” He muttered against your neck, licking a stripe up your soft skin and blowing cool air against it, a shiver running through you that shot straight to your core. You nodded your head eagerly, grabbing his wrist to stop his fingers. He pulled his hand out of your pants, waiting for you to make the next move as he held his breath in anticipation. You lifted your hips from the seat, tucking your fingers into the waistband of your jeans and tugging them down your legs with your panties in tow. You kicked off your shoes and rid yourself of your jeans and panties, leaving them pooled in the footwell of the car. It was all very hurried, but you didn’t want to waste any more time, and Jaemin was so nervous that he just wanted to get things in motion. Jaemin unzipped his jeans, pushing them down slightly and pulling his half hard cock out of his boxers. He gripped his shaft in his shaky hand, giving it a few pumps.

“Let me.” You pushed your hair behind your shoulders and leaned down, kissing the tip of his cock with a teasing peck, before swirling your tongue around the head. Letting out a sultry moan, Jaemin tipped his head back to rest against his seat, his eyes staring up at the ceiling as he got lost in your mouth. You sunk down on his cock, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head on him, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut in pleasure, placing his hand on the top of your head and threading his fingers through your hair. He tugged on your hair gently in encouragement, guiding your head up and down his length with his breathing picking up.

“Baby stop,” He gulped, pulling your head up with his hands cupping your cheeks, his thumb rubbing against your hot skin as he leaned in and pecked your lips with his own. “I wanna cum inside of you.”

“Have you got a condom?” You were on the pill, but you didn’t want to risk getting pregnant, it was something the both of you had discussed before and you’d both came to an agreement that if you have a baby together then it would be planned. Jaemin had seen how badly unplanned pregnancies had been on Jeno and Renjun’s relationships, and even though he knew not every relationship went through tough times because of an unexpected baby, he didn’t want to take the risk.

“Yeah.” He reached over and opened the glove box, pulling out a foil packet and giving you a smile. You watched as he rolled the rubber down his fully hard cock, your stomach fluttering from how hot the sight looked. “Okay, I’m ready.” He pushed his seat back slightly, making room between him and the steering wheel for you. You awkwardly clambered over the centre console and settled down into his lap with your legs either side of his. “Hi.” He chuckled weakly, his cheeks already red from how nervous and shy he suddenly felt.

“Hi.” You nuzzled your nose against his, laying a gentle kiss on his lips as you placed one hand on his shoulder, the other one gripping his cock to line it up with your almost dripping centre. Jaemin’s hands found purchase on your hips, his breath hitching as you slowly lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh my-” You cut him off by smashing your lips into his, his moan melting into your mouth as you circled your hips, sitting comfortably and ignoring the slight sting from the stretch you hadn’t felt in so long. “Shit.” He mumbled; the words muffled against your lips. You couldn’t help the big smile that stretched across your lips, overjoyed at giving Jaemin something he’d been waiting for long for and getting such a positive reaction from him. You felt a rush of heat go through you as you realised how hot it was getting in the car, your eyes drifting from Jaemin over to the windows that were all fogged up from the heated situation between you both. He followed your gaze and mirrored your smile, lifting his finger and drawing a heart in the condensation. You laughed and laid your head against his, almost forgetting that his cock was buried balls deep inside of you as you placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

“Can you take your shirt off?” You whispered, your hands coming down to sit at the hem of his long-sleeved, black shirt. “I… wanna see your tattoos.” You felt shy admitting it, but Jaemin’s tattoos were a huge turn on for you. They had an array of colours from wrist to shoulder, mostly black but the colour fitted perfectly with the designs. When he was wearing his long-sleeved t-shirt you couldn’t even tell that he had both arms completely covered in tattoos, and you loved how it was a complete contrast to his butter wouldn’t melt face and baby pink hair. His smirk grew and he nodded his head fast, lifting his arms as you shimmied his shirt over his head, quickly discarding of it in the back seat. “You’re so hot, I’m so lucky.” You dived your face into the crook of his neck, licking a stripe up his slightly salty skin before latching your teeth onto him. You lifted yourself up as you sucked on his neck, his hands settling on your hips as you dropped back down, a dull pang of pleasure mixed slightly with pain blooming to life inside of you.

“Baby! oh…oh!” Jaemin’s moans were like music to your ears when you started to circle your hips, getting a perfect rhythm until you were bouncing in his lap, the car moving up and down in time with you both. Jaemin started to buck his hips up, chasing after the euphoric feeling he’d never experienced in this way before. The heat in the car was rising, and Jaemin’s chest was starting to shine from sweat underneath the moonlight streaming in from the little heart Jaemin made on the window.

“You feel so good.” You praised him, grabbing his face in your hands and licking into his mouth. Jaemin keened at your praise, his hips quicken up as his tongue flicked with yours. You slipped your hands down to the side of his neck and could feel his muscles tense up in, his fingers pressing into your hips tight enough that you were sure they would leave little bruises. You kept your lips on his, trailing your hands down to his biceps and gripping onto them to keep yourself stable. “Right there!” You squealed as you dropped down onto him and he bucked up at the perfect time, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot to your surprise. You knew it was a place that not many men could find, and you hadn’t expected Jaemin to hit it dead on with his first time, but he did, and it left a fire burning inside of you. He smiled, proud of himself for making you feel so good, but it was short lived as his orgasm creeped up on him.

“I’m close,” He whispered, his head falling back and eyes shutting, stars starting to fizzle against the black of eyelids from how hard he was squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck I’m cumming!” He stopped thrusting, his hips stilling as his cock spurted cum into the condom, a long drawn out whine leaving his parted lips that had also stilled against your mouth. You were close, and you knew if he could deal with some oversensitivity for a few moments then you’d be able to chase your own high. You gripped onto his shoulders and started to bounce on his lap faster than before, short pants leaving your parted lips and your head falling to rest on your left hand on his shoulder. It was when he lifted his hips one final time, his half hard cock slamming once more into your g-spot that you felt your thighs start to quiver, your fingers digging into his skin as your orgasm crashed into you. You’d never came so fast before in your entire life, and it was even more shocking to you that someone who’d never fucked before in their life was the one to bring that onslaught of a feeling to you. It made sense that Jaemin came so quickly, but you had no excuse apart from Jaemin being naturally gifted in the bedroom and from how wound up you were waiting for him to fuck you.

“Fuck.” You huffed out, Jaemin’s arms wrapping around you like a blanket to secure you against his body as he came down from your high. He laid butterfly kisses to your neck as you nuzzled into his shoulder, feeling secure and loved in his hold.

“(Y/N)…” You lifted your head lazily to look him in the eyes, the moon reflecting in his dark irises and causing a pool of something unfamiliar to form in your gut. He took a few deep breaths as you stared into your eyes, his gaze flicking down to scan over your face before lifting back to your enchanting eyes. “I love you.” You then realised what the unfamiliar feeling you were feeling was. It’s what lead you to utter the words back to him.

“I love you too.” In perfect synchronisation you both leaned in, your lips meeting in the middle and sealing the love you’d just confession to each other for the first time.

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You hadn’t heard from Jaemin yet. It was 5:30pm and really strange that you hadn’t heard from him since the day prior, when usually on the days you had work, you’d pick your phone up to multiple messages from him. But today, none. It caused a tiny spark of worry in your stomach, mainly because you knew he was very reckless with his car, even though you trusted his driving 100%, you couldn’t trust every other driver on the road. So instead of heading home, you jumped into your car and headed over to his apartment. His car was out the front, in perfect condition as usual, so you crossed that off of reasons why Jaemin hadn’t messaged you. You let out a sigh in relief, stopping your car behind his own, also noting that Haechan’s car was parked on the road, so at least you’d have someone to answer the door even if Jaemin wasn’t home.

As you approached the door you took a deep breath, knocking timidly and knotting your fingers together in anticipation as you waited for someone to answer the door. It wasn’t long before the door opened, Haechan appearing behind the door with a lopsided smile on his face.

“Oh hey (Y/N), Jaemin didn’t say he was expecting you.” He stepped aside, wordlessly telling you to come in. You walked in, taking off your shoes and smiling up at him nervously.

“He isn’t expecting me, but he hasn’t messaged me today and I was just stopping by to see if he was okay. I’m just happy he hasn’t wrapped his car around a tree.” You laughed softly with no amusement in your voice at all.

“Oh…he’s in his room.” He nodded in the direction of Jaemin’s room and watched as you started to walk towards it. “(Y/N),” He called out quietly causing you to turn around before you reached the door, tilting your head in question. “He hasn’t had a good day…just a heads up.”

“Okay.” You nodded and gently knocked on Jaemin’s door before letting yourself in. The first thing you noticed was the curtains were drawn shut, only a few rays of light peeking in through the gaps where the curtains meet. Then you noticed the big lump on the bed. You had a feeling Jaemin was the lump, his back to you and the duvet pulled up over his head. “Jaem…?” You called out, waking around the bed and catching the eyes of Jaemin. His eyes were completely bloodshot, and only his head was poking out from the duvet, his hair messier than you’d ever seen before.

“Hey.” He mumbled with no enthusiasm evident in his voice. He sniffed, poking a hand up from his duvet to wipe at his eyes, giving you proof that he’d cried at least once today. He made no effort to get up, simply staring at you with a horribly emotionless look behind his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You sat down on the bed beside his body, your hand settling on the top of the lump where you assumed his hip was. He let out a long sigh and momentarily shut his eyes, as if he was bracing himself for something. You’d never seen Jaemin in this state before. He’d always presented himself as a positive, happy person, so to see him looking as broken as he did when he opened his eyes to look at you again shook you to the core. But even the happiest person on the world has their moments of sadness too.

“I don’t want to burden you.” He settled on, the lump moving as he shrugged his shoulders, his lips naturally pouting like a stubborn child.

“Are you sick?” You quizzed on, your stomach starting to curdle from the worry you felt at seeing your normally bubbly boyfriend looking so glum.

“No.”

“Did something happen?”

“No.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s not you.”

“Did something happen with the boys?”

“No.”

“Did something happy with your grandma?”

“No.” You were starting to feel defeated and slightly frustrated that he wasn’t cooperating with you.

“Okay.” You shrugged, completely giving up and letting out an irritated sigh. You stayed silent, turning away from him slightly to look around his room. You noticed his phone on charge across the room, his normally put away clothes just strewn across the floor as if he’d completely just thrown them there. You pulled your hand away from him and instead knotted it up with your other hand, twiddling your fingers together as you got lost in your thoughts. You felt sick with worry, not knowing how when he would recover from whatever was floating around in his own head. His voice pulled your out of your thoughts, your stomach dropping at what he said.

“I have severe depression, and today I woke up and wanted to kill myself to stop the feeling, the only reason I didn’t was because I saw the text you sent me this morning telling me to have a good day and that you love me. Then I felt awful because I know how it feels to lose someone, and it isn’t ever a feeling I want you to feel.” He let out a soft sob, his eyes squeezing shut and taking in a deep breath as he looked up at the back of your head. He could tell from how your body was shaking that you were crying silently. Your face was creased up as you cried for your boyfriend, feeling your heart crack at this confession.

“Jaemin…” You stood up and turned to face him, tugging the duvet out of his grip. You stripped off your uniform, mainly for hygiene reasons, so you were just in your underwear before you climbed into his bed with him, pressing your forehead against his own. “Thank you.” You whispered, your hand finding on of his underneath the duvet and threading your fingers with his.

“What for?” He gulped, his pillow now wet and uncomfortable but he couldn’t find it in him to care as he felt you there with him.

“For not doing it.” You couldn’t even think of the words to describe the horrible feeling you had swirling around inside of your tense stomach. Your boyfriend had just admitted something so incredibly crushing to you, and the only thing you could think of was how he had kept this to himself for the past five months of your relationship. You weren’t mad. You didn’t think you could ever be mad at him for this. No, you were heartbroken. Heartbroken for him because he had been fighting an internal battle all on his own when you could have been there as a support beam for him. “Talk to me in future, I’m so in love with you and I never want you to fight anything on your own.” Your voice was shaky, small sobs still falling from your lips as you gripped onto his hand tightly.

“I’ll be okay.” He whispered, moving his head up and placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He pulled his hand out of your grip, instead wrapping his arms around your torso and holding you tightly against his chest. He didn’t want to see you cry because of him, so if he hugged you it would block your face from his vision, and he could bring you comfort. He also didn’t want you to see the tears falling from his red eyes.

“I wanted to pretend everything was perfect. You’re perfect for me, and I wanted a life to match that. I’m sorry baby.” He breathed through his mouth to try and steady out his breathing, his arms tightening around you like a vice.

“You haven’t got to apologise…can I ask why you have depression?” He took a deep breath at your question. You could feel and hear his heart beating against your ear, the steady thumps bringing you more comfort that you thought it ever could. Jaemin poured his heart out to you completely, not missing out any details about his past, answering all the unasked questions you had in your head that you had waited patiently for him to open up to you about. He told you more about his birth, going into detail about his parents and his grandmother. You’d heard this before when you had babysat with him, but this time he told you everything in finer detail. Then he told you about his stunted growth and how he was bullied severely at school, which is what caused him to be the person he is today. It made sense that he wanted people to see him as a positive person, but you found it hard to wrap your head around how someone who went through all of that could be as positive as he had always appeared to be without having an episode like he was currently going through. It made perfect sense to you, and you felt like you understood Jaemin a lot more now. The final piece of the puzzle that was Jaemin fitting into place.

“I promise that I don’t go through phases like this often, and I don’t really have a trigger…it just randomly hits me, and I guess today was one of those days.” His hands rubbed up and down your back, his fingertips tracing circles in on your bare skin sending shivers through you.

“It wouldn’t matter to me if you went had phases like this all the time, I love you for you, depression included.” You laughed very softly, closing your eyes from how his heartbeat and your eyes, tired from cry, was making you feel sleepy. He let out a gentle laugh, his lips placing a firm kiss to your head. “Tell me in future, I’ll call in sick and we can spend the day as bed burritos together okay?”

“Bed burritos?” He raised an eyebrow in confusion, already feeling a flicker of positivity burning like a tiny flame inside the pit of negativity inside of him.

“Yeah, you were wrapped up in your duvet like a burrito. Bed burrito.” You yawned, totally relaxed with him now, a complete contrast to how you felt when you’d entered the room. Jaemin laughed again, the flicker inside of him growing again.

“Okay beautiful.” He moved a hand down to pat your butt affectionately and with no intention behind it. It was when you fell asleep on his chest, and he looked down at your peacefully sleeping face that he realised you were the woman he’d dreamt of every time he’d fantasied about his perfect future. The mysterious woman in all of his visions, the one walking down the aisle, the one holding his faceless children’s hands, the one growing old beside him, now having a face and a name.

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Jaemin had never felt so nervous before in his entire life. And that was saying something, considering the rollercoaster of a life he’d lived. But even the nervousness of going to school, the nervousness of his first race, and his nervousness to lose his virginity couldn’t compared to this. But he’d made his mind up, and he was determined not to chicken out. ‘Chill out man, it’s not like you’re going to ask her to marry you, you’re only asking her if she wants to move in with you. You know she’ll say yes, so be chill.’ Jeno’s words rang through his head as he held you in his arms, swaying with you in the darkness of the night, the moon and the stars the only witnesses to his nerves since you hadn’t seemed to have caught on to his slightly tense body and shaky hands.

“Are you cold?” You spoke to softly Jaemin almost didn’t catch your words as you spoke them into his neck, your head tucked under his chin in your favourite spot. You felt so secure and loved when you snuggled into him like that, and he always pulled you to that position if he held you. “Your hands are shaking.” You could feel how his fingers were tapping against you from the way they shook, and even though you were enjoying your little slow dance under the moonlight, you’d prefer Jaemin didn’t catch a cold. The breeze was slow, and the air was warm, but you knew everyone reacted to temperature differently. Something you’d been made aware of working as a carer, most of your elderly clients feeling the cold a lot more than you and complaining about it despite the sweat you had on your forehead from being so hot.

“No, I’m okay…are you cold?” He glanced up at the sky, the moon being bright and easily visible through the clearing in the trees. This was the spot where he’d lost his virginity, and he loved to come here not only to relive that moment in his thoughts, but because it was peaceful and serene, nobody around to disturb the calm.

“I’m toasty.” You giggled, your arms wrapped around his neck as you snuggled into his warmth further, if it was even possible. He let out a quick laugh and then gently tugged you away from him, his eyes darting over your face quickly. You furrowed your eyebrows at how he was looking at you, about to ask him if he was feeling okay when he leaned in, catching your lips with his own. You closed your eyes, moving your lips slowly with his as his hand came up to stroke your cheek with so much delicacy you could hardly feel his feather light touch. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips.

“Keep your eyes closed.” He took a step back from you and took a deep breath. You kept your eyes closed, slightly scared he was going to run away and make you play a sadistic game of hide and seek in a dark forest. But then you felt stupid because you knew Jaemin would never make you do that. You almost giggled to yourself from the thought when Jaemin spoke up again. “Okay so, I’ve waited for you for what feels like forever. And now that you’re in my life I know I never want to you leave again, and I want to wake up beside you every morning. You’ve brought so much joy and love I never knew I could feel from anyone other than my grandma,” He let out an awkward laugh after he said that, then carried on, swallowing the lump in his throat. “You’ve shown that you’ll support me through thick and thin these past six months and I’ve never been so sure of something before in my life as that I’m sure you’re the love of my life…Okay open your eyes.” When you opened them you were confused for a second, wondering when Jaemin became a magician and could disappear so fast when his voice was clearly in front of you. You had been told by Jeno a few days prior that Jaemin was going to ask you to move in with him, his excuse for telling you was ‘he’s going to be super nervous so if you’re going to say no then at least you can plan your way of letting him down gently.’ And you assumed this was his way of asking you to move in with him, expecting him to be holding a key when you opened your eyes, and you were definitely going to say yes. However, when your line of sight drifted down and your jaw almost hit the floor when you saw him down on one knee, a ring in a box in his hand and a nervous look on his face, not so expertly covered by a smile.

“Will you marry me?”

[hamiltonimagines]

If I Told You I Loved You

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Summary: Anthony accidentally says “I love you” on the phone to Y/N and then hangs up on her.

Word Count: 1k

I was currently sitting in my New York apartment playing with my dog. “Lily, bring the ball back” I pleaded with my Dalmatian. She was a puppy and didn’t quite understand the concept of fetch.

Then my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I grabbed my phone and saw that Anthony was calling me, he was my best friend so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to call me. “Alright Lily, let’s take a break” I told her and she displayed no response to what I had said. I giggled to myself, watching her play with the ball.

I answered the phone and said “Hey Anthony what's up?”. “Yo, Y/N! How’re you doing?” He asked. “I’m good, how are you?” I told him. “I’m pretty good, I was calling you because I got us tickets to the premiere of that movie you’ve been raving about. I was wondering if you wanted to go” He asked me.

“You got tickets?” I asked, excitedly. “Yeah, were you listening?” He joked. “Oh my god, you’re actually serious? Yes yes of course I want to go. How did you get tickets? They’ve been sold out for months” I asked him, shocked.

“I may have pulled a few strings. But you don’t have to worry about that, you just have to be ready by seven tonight” he told me, I could tell he was smiling, I could hear it in his voice. “Oh my god Anthony, you are the absolute best” I told him. “Oh come on, we’ve known that for years. I’ve always been the best” he joked.

“Normally I would fight you on that, but I’ll give it to you today. I still can’t believe it, I am so exited” I told him, giddily. “Well that’s good, I was hoping you’d be excited. I know that this movie is all you’ve been talking about for weeks” he told me.

“You did this all for me?” I asked him. “Yeah you’re my best friend. I'd do anything for you” he told me, sweetly. “Well I would do the same for you, thank you Ant. This means the world to me” I thanked him.

“Always, anyway I’ll pick you up at seven, okay?” He told me. “Alright sounds like a deal. Bye Anthony” I said, wrapping up the conversation. “Bye Y/N, I love you” I heard Anthony said and I froze. “Ant?” I asked, but he had already hung up.

So many questions started racing through my head. Did he mean to say it? Was it simply a habit and it was an accident? If he really meant it, did he just mean it in a friendly way?

I had always had a thing for Anthony, but I had tried to ignore it. I had figured that he wouldn’t feel the same, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

I called Anthony back and it rang once and I could tell he declined the call because it went to voicemail. So, he clearly hadn’t meant to say it, but did that mean it was true or not?

I slipped on my shoes and started to walk to Anthony’s apartment. Luckily, Anthony and I only lived a few blocks away from each other. I made it up all the stairs and I was standing in front of his door.

I took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. Anthony opened the door and I could see his face drop when he realized it was me. “Y/N” he said, slowly. “Can I come in?” I asked him. He gave me a small smile and then opened the door for me to come inside.

We both walked over to his couch and sat down. “So, do you want to talk about it?” I asked him, hesitantly. “Talk about what?” He asked, I could tell he was pretending. “Listen, if you didn’t mean to say it and it was just an accident, just tell me and we can move on. It’s not a big deal” I told him, reassuringly.

“But I meant it” he said, under his breath. I almost hadn’t heard him. “Then why did you hang up so fast if it wasn’t an accident?” I asked him. “Just because I meant it, doesn’t mean I meant to say it” he told me.

“Come on Ant, I’m your best friend. You can tell me anything” I said, placing my hand on top of his. “Yeah, but if I told you I loved you, you wouldn’t want to be friends anymore” he explained. “What if I told you I loved you too?” I asked him, smirking.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, smiling. I smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss him. I stopped just before our lips met, “is this okay?” I asked him. “It’s more than okay” he said, smirking.

I connected our lips and he pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I put my hands behind his neck and played with his hair. He was running his hands up and down my sides. It felt perfect, not to be cliche, but it’s like there were fireworks going off.

We pulled away to take a breath and I leaned my forehead against his. “Wow that was...” I said, not being able to come up with the right word. “Magical” he said, smiling at me. “Yes, very magical” I said.

“Why didn't we ever do that sooner?” Anthony asked me. “I don’t know, but trust me, we should have. That was amazing” I said. “I plan on doing a lot more of it, just so you know” Anthony said, smirking.

“I’m alright with that, so we have a few hours until the premiere. What do you want to do?” I asked him. “Well how about we watch a movie, but I get to hold you in my arms while we watch it, or the deal is off” he suggested.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Ramos” I told him, smiling.

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