#anything and everything! i encourage it and I wanna see it! yes tag me!

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Hey mate, I adore your fic! If I were to make fanart, would you like to be tagged in it?

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Bedtime Stories Pt 2 | Daniel Ricciardo x Author! Reader

Summary: Daniel made a silly little comment that lost him everything. Over a year later, he tries his hardest to fix his mistakes.

Warnings: Swearing. A tiny smidge of angst but mainly fluff. Redemption for Daniel.

Female reader with various faceclaims (pics found on pinterest). Takes place in 2023. For the purpose of this, Daniel has been with AlphaTauri the whole time.

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28•05•2023

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danielricciardo monaco, always a delight. P11. so close to the points but racing through your streets feels like being on a podium

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landonorris and whose attention are we trying to grab with that sexy last pic 👀

→ danielricciardo only yours, mate 

→ User1 don’t act like you’re not dying inside because y/n liked this 

→ User2 relax, they never unfollowed each other 🙄

maxverstappen1 you’ll get them next time, mate

→ danielricciardo fancy giving me a tow?

→ maxverstappen1 never

→ User3 i love their friendship so much

User4 um, did anyone see that y/n liked and then unliked this post 

→ User5 omg yes! sis was caught stalking and we love her for it 

→ User6 i too would thirst over my ex if he looked like that 

kellypiquet we were watching the whole time

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→ User7 what a weird comment to make?

→ User8 who’s we, kelly? 

→ User9 what does this mean? 

 

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04•06•2023

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User10 @ kikiki babe did you hit your head? is that why you were in the ER? they broke up

User11 @ kikiki maybe ask them to do a head scan whilst you're there 'cause ain't no way you saw here there

→ User12 literally. like why would she even be in spain right now?

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User11 i think we might have to apologise to @ kikiki

→ User10 can we really trust the wag page though? They did report that Lando was having a secret love child the other week..?

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User13 asking the real questions because she's not even hinted that she’s been writing so it’s not like she’s on a book tour or anything?

→ User14 some people are saying she could be on vacation but please, why would mother choose a holiday destination during a time that she knows is a GP?

User15 guys, guys, I think our sacrifice circle worked 

→ User16 please, please, 🕯️🕯️

User 17 how poetic would it be though if they got back together  during the spanish GP when they broke up at the spanish GP a year ago 

User18 shouldn’t you know these answers, and that she was in spain, if you're her so-called updates page

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22•08•2023

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YourUserName some big news approaching 

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kellypiquet i can’t wait, my beautiful girl 

→ YourUserName thank you for being my #1 support

→ kellypiquet thank you for letting me help plan

→ User1 what does this mean? 

→ User2 miss piquet stop being so cryptic on socials 

maxverstappen1 i’m very excited 

→ YourUserName did kelly force you to write that because i could feel the excitement oozing through the screen

→ maxverstappen1 i wanted to say something worse 

→ YourUserName i hope she leaves you

→ kellypiquet behave, you two! 

→ User3 i live for max and y/n terrorising each other, even without danny ric being around to encourage it

bloomsburypublishing we look forward to the end result

User4 i’m sorry but is this a soft launch?

User5 who is that in the last slide, miss y/n?

→ User6 the inspiration behind a new romance we hope

User7 don’t be shy. tag him 

User8 soft launches have recently become my least favourite thing

charles_leclerc are you perhaps writing my next plane read

→ YourUserName depends how long the flight is 

→ User9 confirmation of a new book ya’ll!! everyone say thank you charles

User10 i like to be edged by her books, not by her hiding her man

User11 don't try and distract us with news of a new book, we wanna know who the feet belong to!

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01•09•2023

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danielricciardo ciao a tutti. lovely sightseeing in beautiful Italy

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User12 you’re telling me that i’m currently in the same country as THE daniel ricciardo?

kellypiquet i’m still trying to recover from that hike

→ User13 kelly and max went on a double date with daniel and the new girl?!

→ User14 omg please be y/n. i can’t imagine kelly agreeing to it otherwise

User15 i know he's trying to distract us with his beauty but we see the last slide, daniel. we see it

pierregasly so you’re telling me that you were in milan and didn’t bother to come and see me? that’s it. i'm ending our friendship

→ danielricciardo i’m sorry, mate. i was doing more important things

→ pierregasly clearly ;)

User16 someone check on y/n, please

→ User17 babe is clearly having the time of her life in italy (yes, i'm delusional)

User18 does nobody find it odd that he’s posting a soft launch not long after y/n posted a soft launch

→ User19 i know! it’s only been three weeks since hers and he’s posting one

→ User20 i can’t decide whether they’re soft launching each other or he’s trying to make her jealous by flaunting a new relationship as well

→ User21 it HAS to be each other or i will die

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15•10•2023

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lando.jpg so i attended this event… and no, it’s not mine before you all freak out

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charles_leclerc it was a beautiful day ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux i’m so thankful to have been a part of such wonderful memories

kellypiquet the most beautiful bride i have ever seen

maxverstappen1 this was a nicer caption than i expected from you

→ danielricciardo agreed

→ landonorris i take offence to that

User1 guys do we think kelly and max got married? they’ve both comments on this?

→ User2 yes but so did charles and alex so…

→ User3 plus, i know kelly is stunning but do we really think she would call herself the most beautiful bride in 3rd person?

georgerussell63 i’m surprised you remember much after the state you were in

→ landonorris excuse you but most of that was just pure happiness

hulkhulkenberg an amazing day

estebanocon so happy to have been a part of this

alex_albon how’s the hangover, mate

→ landonorris i didn’t drink that much!

→ georgerussell63 tell that to the bouquet that you puked on

→ landonorris i caught it so it was mine anyway

carlossainz55 beautiful photos. she’ll love those

→ User4 who’s she?!

lewishamilton🤍🩵

fernandoalo_official congratulations to the happy couple

User5 the entire grid are commenting on this post, clearly having been in attendance. who IS IT?

pierregasly c’était une belle mariée

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User6 guys, y/n’s name on socials just changed from y/l/n to ricciardo

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03•04•2024

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YourUserName my husband helped with this project. baby ric coming aug 2024

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kellypiquet you will be the most beautiful mother. i’m so honoured to be part of this with you 💕

→ YourUserName stop you’re going to make me cry. you’ll be the most perfect godmother

→ kellypiquet i still think you should've married me instead

maxverstappen1 i call godfather

→ landonorris no you don’t get to call godfather! you already got to be a groomsman

→ maxverstappen1 yeah because who helped get them back together

→ YourUserName kelly

→ danielricciardo me

→ YourUserName no, babe

danielricciardo and before you all ask, no I haven’t stopped crying since she told me

→ kellypiquet me too, dan, me too

maxverstappen1 on a serious note, i am very happy for the two of you. y/n will be a wonderful mother, and daniel, he’ll be there also

charles_leclerc i am so excited. alex keeps telling me to stop buying baby things for you guys but i just don’t listen

→ YourUserName well at least you can safely say that uncle charl bought little mcqueen’s love

→ User7 uncle charl!!!!

lewishamilton congratulations, you two. y/n looks amazing

fernandoalo_official how lovely 💚

User8 omg it WAS their wedding lando attended!!!!!

hulkhulkenberg baby ricciardo!!

pierregasly congratulations. i can’t wait to be uncle GASSLYYYYYY

alex_albon welcome baby ricciardo

→ lilymhe it’s not an alien, alex. you don’t have to greet it so formally

redbullracing we’re all so excited for the upcoming grid baby. working on a racer stroller right this minute

→ mclaren you stole our gift idea!

→ redbullracing you stole our driver!

carlossainz55 congratulations y/n and daniel 😄

mercedesamgf1 what wonderful news 🍼

landonorris i’m just so glad i can go back to calling you mum and dad without daniel wanting to drive his car into the barrier

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Please don’t hate me for this! I did say from the beginning that Part 2s would be redemption.

I’ve had this planned and written since before Part 1 was published so when half of you then asked for her to get with another driver/move on, I was like noooooo I’ve already planned their baby 😂

As always. Requests welcome. If you have requested, I promise I’m not ignoring it, it’s been added to my queue

Baby Fever Angst Part 1s

Max’s Version | Lando's Version | Lance’s Version

Charles’ Version | Oscar’s Version

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i didn’t know you write for pjo! could i rq general dating headcanons for jason grace?? tyyy

hii yes i do ! i love giving credit to pjo for me being as queer as i am LMAOO

jason grace / reader dating hcs

a/n: i live laugh love jason grace !! that being said, ive never written for him, so i hope this isn't ooc 😭

tags: gender neutral reader

- ok firsttt, how would you and jason end up dating?

- i hc that he doesn't realise he has a crush on you until leo or another member of the group points out how it looks like you're a couple

- he would always find himself doing things for you - like jason would be suchh a gentlemen even before you start dating

- opening doors for you, handing you everything you want/need, grabbing you a snack when he goes to get one for himself...

- and then when it hits that he likes you it's like "oh. i do, don't i?"

- how he would ask you out:

- at first he would contemplate himself how to tell you, but then spill to leo and piper

- imagine: leo and piper rattling off ridiculous ideas of how to ask you out, and being cut off by jason every time

- until, piper yells at him to just "tell [name] you like them already!"

- at which point you walk in.

- jason would go red and glare at leo and piper, who would flee the scene immediately but watch from the doorframe as the confession of a lifetime happens

- after you get together, jason would be over the moon but also completely at peace with you at his side

- his love language is probably acts of service as mentioned before

- imagine: jason flying you to places, even if it's somewhere you could get to on foot, just because he likes your surprised laugh when he takes you soaring through the air

- ...away from leo and percy, who are probably making fun of you two and singing 'a whole new world'

- he would always wanna be with you - i'm not talking clingy, more of a golden retriever bodyguard kind of boyfriend, you know?

- of course this doesn't mean he would ever underestimate you - if you ever find yourself in combat, he's confident you can hold your own

- he thinks it's so attractive when you swoop in to save him from whatever monster you're fighting that day... or rather hour.

- expect a lot of compliments; little things like "you look really nice" said quietly to you when he sees you for the first time that day

- you also like to compliment him back. especially about his glasses, and how he looks like you're 'hot nerd boyfriend' with them on

- it never fails to make him blush

- he would enjoy you playing with his hair

- like i bet it would relax him instantly and put him right to sleep

- also i hc that he wouldn't really know how to style his hair, so if you know anything about that then he would be more than happy for you to do your magic

- because of this he also often keeps his hair short and easy to maintain like the camp jupiter boy he is

- but you would definitely encourage him to try his own thing

- if ur into skincare and stuff he would be down to having spa nights with you

- imagine: giggling over how ridiculous you look in facemasks, trying new products that probably dont do anything but are fun anyway, and ending the night with your favourite movie, drinks, snacks, and blankets, ofc

- these domestic kind of dates where you just exist together would be his favourite

- you would catch jason looking at you with heart eyes, totally enamoured with you, multiple times (whether he's aware of it or not)

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Wedding Dress - Modern AU! | Final Chapter + Epilogue

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Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You have always seemed happy. A perfect life: a good job, a good family… and a good boyfriend. Finally, you are going to marry Jace after three years of dating. Everything seems perfect, but you know it's not.

Everything falters the same night you meet Aemond Targaryen. You are no longer sure of your decisions… let alone about the wedding…

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting Enemies to Friends to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/ComfortDrama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Author´s note: Hi everyone! English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake! All of them are my fault! Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 7.4K

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You saw yourself in front of the mirror. You felt uncomfortable with the new dress, uncomfortable and sad. But you didn't want to wear the old one either. You felt like your soul was breaking into a thousand pieces. They had all been right in the end. Jace was the right one. Just when you had already opened your heart to what you really wanted, Aemond had torn it to pieces. He was a…

"You look so much prettier like this" your grandmother replied when she saw you in front of the mirror, with an approving smile. “This is the dress. I would have killed to wear it ”she answered happy and complete, and you wanted to give her a glance that was anything but pretty. You only sighed without strength or encouragement. You had changed the dress. You had pleased your grandmother, Jace, and his mother. Brilliant. You were going to be the most submissive of all wives. Congratulations. And you hated yourself, you hated yourself at that very moment. Alara rolled her eyes at your grandmother's words, but she said nothing. She just remained silent, looking at you with concern while your future mother-in-law and your grandmother seemed ecstatic with the change of dress. All the workers around you working in hurry. The big day was approaching and it was necessary to have it already prepared. Yes, it was very necessary. They continued with their work while you looked at yourself in the mirror. You were sick of everything, but you were too sad to be able to show it.

Aemond sent you another message again. You must have blocked him because nothing was coming to you and he couldn't see your profile picture anymore. He needed to talk to you. He needed it desperately. He had tried to call you several times without success after what had happened between you. He hadn't been successful. He had stood at your doorstep for hours in the car, the rain pouring down on his beloved car, and he hadn't seen you once. You should… you should have gone to live with… Jace. He hate him. He hated him with all the strength of him. Sitting across from him in that room, in that new contingency meeting. He had a stupid smile on his lips. You two must had fucked last night, and Aemond was only jealous. He wanted to kill him, he wanted to destroy him… he wanted you to reply to that message, to tell him that you forgave him, that you were staying with him… He looked at Aegon, sitting next to him, who was looking at the screen of Aemond's phone with a worried grimace. He still had a black eye, and everything indicated that he was going to continue to be that way. Their mother hadn't asked what had happened between them. Aegon had said that he had hit himself in the dark while drunk, and that was the end of it. Aemond turned off the screen on his phone. The last thing he wanted was for Aegon to see him crawling for you. He continued to attend the meeting, but this time he said nothing. Jace asked him what he thought, out of courtesy, and Aemond, for the first time in a long time, didn't care in the least about the future of the company.

"Hey!" just as Aemond was walking out the door of the company building, Aegon called out to him. It was raining heavily and Aegon ran drenched to his umbrella. He tried to look at his little brother with a smile and his hair soaked, as well as his jacket. "I have the car in a review, can you drive me home?" Aegon wondered and Aemond rolled an annoyed eye at him. He knew that the car was not under review. It was just a pretext to talk to him.

“Okay,” his brother replied, as he strode to his car under his black umbrella. Aegon trailed behind and climbed into the passenger seat once they arrived. Aemond made a disgusted sound as he drenched the entire leather seat.

"I'll pay you for a new upholstery... no, better, a new car" he commented as if he realized what his brother had just thought. Aemond laughed sarcastically.

"If we get to the next term without losses, what you should do is stop living at home with father and mother" Aemond commented without paying much attention again and starting the car.

"What? Mom and dad adore me…they couldn't live without me, who else would they comment on cooking shows with?” He said, really proud, as if he believed that his parents really needed him at home. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a voice heavy with feeling, “She left me because of that, you know? She told me that I wasn't mature enough for what she wanted,” he commented, opening up to his younger brother for the first time, talking to him about the waitress, trying to make him see that they were both in the same situation. Aemond did not answer. He just kept driving in silence, he didn't feel like comforting the guy who had spoiled all the hopes he had for you. So, Aegon continued speaking “I didn't know you really liked her. I wouldn't have spoken if I had known,” he mused silently, sounding for the first time convinced and regretful of what he was saying. "I thought…I thought you wanted to annoy Jace…I'm sorry…"

"Forgiveness only silences the minds of the guilty" Aemond responded with his gaze fixed on the road, explaining to him that this forgiveness was of little use to him now. It was of no use to him.

“I can talk to (Y/N), if you want. Explain to her what happened, and… and…” he began to speak and Aemond took advantage of that traffic light to look at him wide-eyed.

"No" was all he answered to turn his gaze to the front.

"I'm sure if I explain, if I explain things…" Aegon tried to explain to his brother, to whom he shook his head again in his direction in annoyance.

"Of course, she doesn't pick up my phone or answer my messages and she's going to do it with you" he blurted out without any love, driving again once the light turned green. Aegon looked out the window, annoyed that his initiative didn't seem to improve the situation between them at all.

"I care about you, okay? Even if you don't believe it, I care about you ”he sighed defeated with his head resting on the car window. Aemond kept his gaze fixed on the road, trying not to answer those words "You should have been the oldest..."

"It wouldn't have changed things." Aemond finally broke his silence. He hated driving when it was raining, and Aegon was getting sentimental on top of that.

"No, I wouldn't have screwed up so much if I'd had you as an example." Aegon smiled sadly. For the first time in his life, Aemond looked at his older brother with an ounce of compassion, as if something hidden in his mind was making contact with the rest. However, Aegon at that moment was Aegon again "Let's party, tonight" he roared loudly "I can introduce you to some friends who…"

"It's Tuesday" Aemond groaned tiredly, passing his hand over his face in a gesture of disbelief, did Aegon take a break from his lifestyle at some point?

"You see it? You're so much better than me.” Aegon smiled sadly again and leaned his head against the glass again. He closed his eyes to the sound of the rain and Aemond continued driving in silence to his parents' house. Something was changing between them, and Aemond wanted to think it was because you had taught him to be a better person.

"I don't like the ending" Daemon leaned back in his chair with his gaze lost in the rain of that day. You sighed without really wanting to argue, but you had finally finished writing your book, and the ending was not something debatable. It couldn't be a happy ending. You didn't see yourself with the strength to write a happy ending.

“I can't write anything better, it's what I feel. It stays that way" you answered him with a cold look and he responded with a sad smile. You didn't want anything else. You couldn't anymore.

"I have not said that it is bad. I said I don't like it. It's very sad ”he replied, getting up. You already knew his routine, he was going to serve himself a drink. Meanwhile, the water continued to crash violently against the glass. You heard a bottle cap pop open and the liquid hit the ice. But for the first time, Daemon poured two glasses in your presence and offered you one by carrying it to your table and sitting back in his chair. He took a drink looking into your eyes and ended up smiling at you. "Drink" he told you, pointing at the glass again with his gaze. You licked your lips, and he smiled silently, as if he knew what was happening. He knew, even though you hadn't told anyone, he knew “I'm going to publish it. It won't be a very large run, but... we'll talk about money, okay?" he told you he with a sweet voice "So let's toast to the success of your book"

You looked at him on the verge of tears, finally... Finally, after so many years of hard effort... the reward was there and it came at the most bitter moment of your life to cheer you up. You walked over to him and hugged him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He had no idea what it meant to you, or maybe he did, and that's why he was doing it. Be that as it may, you were finally going to see what you had worked so hard on come true "Thank you" you whispered to him, and he hugged you back still sitting in his chair.

"Call me crazy, but... you should tell it yo the guy you inspired the main character..." he commented with a sweet smile on his lips and you pulled away to look at him confused.

"I don't understand you..." you told him with a small voice, but of course you understood. You understood perfectly.

"I don't know what has happened between you, but everything has a solution, except death" he joked at the end, taking a last swallow of his drink and leaving it already finished on his table.

"He's an asshole, you know that?" you said sad, without wanting to go into more detail. And Daemon laughed heartily.

"I know. I know him before you do,” he laughed cheekily, turning on the desk chair he was sitting in. "But he's the kind of asshole you like"

"No, believe not" you shook your head, looking elsewhere. "It's over" you told him shrugging your shoulders and drinking the entire contents of the glass at once. Daemon looked at you with concern, because he knew that it wasn't over, it was just beginning.

"We've closed another contract with a company from the summer islands," Jace informed you terribly happily, while you two ate dinner at that expensive restaurant. You tried to smile, but everything stayed in a sad grimace. You were in no condition at all for it. You hadn't even told him about the publication of the book. But, you had realized that your marriage was going to be like this. Jace needed a quiet woman by his side, who wouldn't interrupt his success. He took a drink of wine and looked at you with a look full of love. You tried to smile again as you sliced that rare steak. You remembered Aemond and you hated yourself, or well, you didn't even know if you had stopped thinking about him at some point. "With this, most of the worries go away" Jace whispered to you, stretching his arm across the table to reach your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours "The big day is coming..." he whispered it to you in love and lost in the sad depth of your eyes that he confused with nervousness.

"Yes" was all you could sigh, faking a smile as you returned your attention to your food, chewing slowly. You hated rare meat, why did you order it rare?

"I know that these last few months we've been under a lot of pressure... but now, we have to relax and think about the future," he commented, taking another sip of his glass before speaking. "After dinner, I'm going to take you to see a surprise," he smiled at you. seductive.

"Everything will be closed when we go out, it's late and on a Tuesday" you told him with what you tried to be a tender smile, but it didn't come out and Jace could only outline a worried grimace.

"Wait and see" he informed you, to later continue talking about work, plans for the future and how excited your families were about the wedding. All those topics was not a single one to your liking.

Jace drove in silence with a smile. You looked out the window confused. This was a residential neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, one of the most expensive there was. You sighed, there are few things that could be there that you could be interested in. He stopped in front of a newly built house, "What do you think?" he whispered to you, pointing his head at that house thatimitated an old and sober style.

"That it's a house" you shrugged, looking at him with a confused smile.

"It's not just a house" he returned a smile "It's our house" he took out a key and placed it in front of you. You saw them sway silently in front of your face and could only look away. I had bought a house, a bloody house... without consulting you, without asking if you liked that neighborhood. You didn't have a car and it was at least thirty minutes from the city center at best. You felt like you were going to isolate yourself in that house, without the opportunity to be close to the things you liked... neither... nor... you began to get overwhelmed and Jace caressed the bare shoulder of that black dress that didn't keep you warm at that time of year … “Do you want to come in and see her?” he whispered to you, but you didn't even know what to say. You looked at him on the verge of tears and he confused it with immense happiness, he didn't even know how to read you... "Come on" he said it full of enthusiasm, getting out of the car and immediately opening your door. You sighed when you found yourself in front of that big house, you didn't like it.

Jace opened the door and you followed with difficulty as he explained everything about the house, holding your hand. Although you weren't listening, you hadn't heard anything for a while. You just wanted to run away from there. If this was his idea of something that could move you, he was sorely mistaken. "It has good schools" you heard him say and you looked at him coming back to reality.

"What?" you told him, tilting your head trying to understand.

"It has good schools, the area" he told you with a smile and surrounding you with his arms "I want to have children soon, as soon as possible" he smiled captivatingly at you, bringing his lips closer to yours, and you quickly moved your lips away. All this was overwhelming you, you had realized that Jace and you did not want the same thing. It was impossible. That house was the reflection of it. How could you have been so blind? You needed to think calmly, you needed to not think about your future as that of a bored housewife in that expensive and isolated neighborhood, so far from everything you liked... Who did Jace take you for if that was his idea of life? your ideal fantasy Maybe it was just his, as always...

"I don't feel well" you whispered, "I think dinner made me sick" you lied, but you didn't even know what to say.

“Oh, so let's go back to my apartment, and…” he started to say to you, but you cut him off quickly.

"No, please, take me to my house, please" you asked, heading towards the exit of that horrible house. Jace looked at you confused to end up looking at the ground as he followed you closely. Didn't you like his surprise? And most importantly, why did you want to sleep away from him so close to the wedding date?

“We are going to toast the imminent success of your book” Alara said it in that bar while you looked with a confused smile at the cupcake with a birthday candle that she had brought and left on the table where you were sitting that afternoon, on that terrace. You both toasted, although your smile was far from happy. You pointed at the cupcake with a confused look and the first genuine smile you had in a long time.

"What is this?" you told her, trying not to laugh.

“It's clearly a celebratory cupcake. It's the best thing that has occurred to me, so you're already blowing out the candle and eating it ”she snapped at you, annoyed at your laughter about the ridiculousness of the scene. You blew out the candle to her amusement, a quick timid blow and you looked at her. Alara had an approving smile that you found funny.

"I'm not going to eat it" you smiled at her, trying not to be rude.

"Now you're going to bullshit me over the line for your dress" she rolled her eyes, disgruntled, crossing her arms to finally scold you with a look. "Eat it."

“I've been throwing up all night.” you confessed, taking your hands to your hair and leaning on the table. You were nervous, and you didn't know why. The phone screen lit up just at that moment. You took a quick glance at it while Alara did so cheekily. He'd called you again and with the block you'd put on him, his call had gone straight to voicemail.

"Aren't you 'Friends' anymore?" Alara looked over her shoulder at you accusingly. You sighed. You were going to confess. She was your best friend. She wasn't going to tell anyone, and you couldn't go on like this, not after Jace had bought that awful house without consulting you, your grandmother and Rhaenyra had chosen the dress…

"I slept with him two weeks ago" you blurted it out without thinking, suddenly, like a pull of cold wax. And in that moment you felt relief and disappointment.

"Wh-what?" Alara had turned pale at your confession, as if she hadn't expected that, as if she was seeing a completely different woman. “H-how…?”

“I argued with Jace because of him and he took the opportunity to take me to bed. That's all” you sighed, taking a sip of your drink, not daring to meet her eyes. At that moment, you wished you could have told that anecdote with a different ending, like the beginning of your relationship with him. But, you just sighed and looked down at the ground. "Turns out he just wanted to be my friend and sleep with me to screw Jace over something that happened at the company.” You felt used and mistreated by him, but then Alara asked you something that made you think.

"Then why does he keep calling you?" she asked with a frown.

"I don't know" you sighed. The screen lit up again with another forwarded call and you put the phone away. "In the voice messages that he leaves me, he always tells me that he has to explain things to me."

"Are you listening to his messages?" She asked you, returning to her usual tone of voice, as if she had recovered from the blow you just gave her. “You're hooked for him, (Y/N). Assume it"

"The thing is... I don't think I want to marry Jace" you confessed, for the first time in all those years, you expressed how you felt "I have to think about it, weigh it up. I haven't seen him for a whole day... I can't. I don't think I can have the life he wants."

"We have finally found the key" Alara sighed with relief, as if she always knew that this was what was going to happen, as if she had waited for that moment all her life, the moment to open your eyes, no matter how painful it was " You won't be happy if you marry him."

“He has bought a house, without consulting me. In an area with 'Good schools' ”you shook your head, as if everything was overwhelming you, because you were. “I don't know what his idea is, but it's not mine, and…and…” you regretted it right then. You were seriously sleep deprived the night before. "I have to think"

"In what?" Alara snapped at you, not believing what was happening.

"What do I really want to do" you sighed. The phone vibrated at that time. Jace was writing to tell you that he was picking you up at 8:00 to go to another one of those stupid company parties, because of the new contract. You rolled your eyes and wondered if these people never got tired of having parties. Besides, you didn't know if you were ready to see Aemond without crying.

Daemon grabbed you by the shoulder to hug you while you toasted with him, Rhaenyra and Jace to the new contract at that luxurious party in that expensive hotel. People surrounded you. There was music, food and happy people. Apparently that was a contract even more important than the one that had been signed with the Starks and Jace was delighted to have achieved it, although the truth is that he couldn't lie that that contract had been signed due to Aemond's change of attitude in the In recent weeks, much more permissive, as if he no longer cared where they were going, but he wasstill tenacious and with a nose for business.

"To new beginnings," Jace said, and the four of you toasted. You smiled at him, seen from the outside you seemed like a perfect couple, and best of all, at that moment, without seeing Aemond at that party, you believed it was so. You all drank from your cups.

“Yes, and because of (Y/N)'s book. Let's hope it's a super seller” Daemon said and the two of you toasted in tune. However, you felt Jace's grip on your hips falter.

"What book?" He smiled in bewilderment, and then you remembered that you hadn't told him about the publishing or that you hadn't even told him that you had finished it.

“I have finished writing it. Daemon is going to publish it” you told him with a smile, hoping that he would be happy for you, as if you had waited for that happy moment to confess it to him.

"Oh, good, good" Jace looked at the ground, suppressing something that seemed annoyed, pressing his lips tightly "If you'll excuse me, I have people to say hello to" he just left your hug and you watched him, confused, leaving your side. And you felt unprotected at that party with so many people. Alone again. What had happened to him? Daemon nuzzled your shoulder, as if he knew what was wrong with Jace and spoke in a whisper almost like a father to his little daughter. You kept seeing Jace in the crowd, waving like nothing was wrong, while everything was happening.

“How about we go for a drink, (Y/N)?” Daemon spoke to you, saying goodbye to Rhaenyra and leading you away, seeking some kind of protection for you. He knew what was about to happen.

You were sitting alone at one of the tables in a corner of that huge room, drinking in silence. Daemon had been claimed by someone and left you there. You hadn't seen Jace again all night. It was already late when you saw a shadow of blond hair flicker out of the corner of your eye. He was similar to Aemond, but not the same, and you sighed with relief when your heart began to beat again. It was Aegon approaching you with a smile and his eye still black. It hab been two weeks ago, how long was that blow going to last? You sighed angrily getting up from his seat when you saw that he was approaching you, but that terrible boy kept approaching you until he blocked your way with a smile that tried to appear innocent on his face.

"I promise you that when they told me you were going to be here I thought: This is my chance" he smiled at you charmingly, and you narrowed your eyes.

"But do you ever think?" you said tilting your head in annoyance and Aegon just laughed.

“No wonder he is crazy about you. You two are the same” he continued laughing and just when he saw that you were going to leave, he grabbed your arm to talk to you, approaching you and whispering in your ear, worried this time “Look, it was my mistake. I thought that what he was feeling was a tantrum to screw Jace over, but in the end it turns out that no, he really likes you, and I can't stand seeing him like a beaten dog anymore... I love that he's screwed, but not like this" he sighed, moving past his free hand across his face in a gesture of weariness.

"Why would I believe you?" You answered him, scrutinizing his face, searching for what he had told you to be true. You couldn't trust anyone anymore.

"I can bet you want to believe me" he smiled again with a quick and fleeting smile. Your heart skipped a beat, because you knew it was true. You were in love with Aemond, to death, like a disaffected puppy. Just then, you heard right behind you Aemond clearing his throat of him. He looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks, despite being dressed for the occasion. Aegon released you instantly, like a child caught in a prank. You knew that even though you hadn't seen him all night, he did you, waiting for the right moment to get closer to you. But you left there without a word, with your head held high. You wanted to believe what Aegon had told you, but Aemond was still an asshole. "You are welcome. I've already done more than you have,” Aegon whispered, brushing past him as Aemond continued to watch you move through the party, so far and so close to him.

Just as the party was ending, Jace finally walked up to you. You saw him for the first time in your relationship slightly drunk "We need to talk" he whispered in your ear, you could smell the alcohol on his breath and you just nodded your head in the affirmative, while he took your hand and led you to the terrace of the lounge of that hotel. He leaned on the railing, breathing hard and he was frank, direct, and only with those words, he managed to dynamite everything you felt for him, if there was still something left.

“I don't want you to publish the book” he told you without looking at you, gripping the railing tightly. His knuckles white with tension.

"What?" You told him incredulous at what was happening. Your heart started beating fast, you felt like it was going to jump out of your chest at any moment, what was going on inside Jace's head? "Jace..." you tried to get closer to him, but Jace just looked at you with contempt.

“I don't want you to publish it. Don't do it "he shook his head again" where are our plans for the future if you do it? The house, the children…” he sighed tiredly, but then you realized that those were not your plans. Your heart stopped dead.

"We can do everything..." you started to justify yourself, trying to salvage something from what was left in that shipwreck, but Jace attacked again.

"No. We can not. We have to focus, not chase stupid dreams, we have to start a family…” he began to tell you, but then you responded with a broken voice.

"Do you think my dreams are stupid?" you told him, trying to understand what was happening, the sweet boy is turning out to be rather a bitter boy who wanted what the others told him that he had to want his age.

“The book question is stupid. It has stolen our time during these three years, and… ”he tried to explain, but you turned, broken with pain, watching from the open door of the terrace as there were fewer and fewer guests at that party.

"You don't have to take me home" you told him, cold holding back tears.

"Please, (Y/N), be realistic..." he sighed, trying to reason with you, but even Jace himself knew that he had lost you at that moment. You ran to the bathroom, crying, but just at that instant, you bumped into Aemond, and seeing how he looked at you, you knew that he had heard everything. His mania for listening to your conversations with Jace was becoming a habit, but he didn't say anything. He just took you by the hand in silence and led you away from that party until they all left. You sighed. You knew you weren't going to stay with Jace, now the question was whether you were going to stay on Aemond's side. Later you returned in silence to that room still uncollected and abandoned. He took you by the waist and smiled "I've been wanting to ask you to dance all night" he smiled sadly, resting his forehead on yours. You looked at him with tear-filled eyes. Broken by everything that had happened in the last few weeks. "I don't think wanting to fulfill your dreams is stupid" Aemond whispered. Maybe for him or maybe for you. The two of you stayed dancing in that lonely room of that expensive hotel. Confetti on the floor. Lights off. Just leftovers from the party. But it had always been that way for him. All to the Strong boys, the rest to Aegon, and thanks to him. There was no music to follow, no more stupid, fake laughter. It was just him and you. The city lights were the only focus that illuminated your dance. Your head rested on his chest and the only thing he could think about was that you weren't his. He just closed his eye and smelled your hair. One corner of his mouth turned up. That perfect scent. I was going to do something stupid, but acts of bravery always begin with acts of foolishness. Your tears keep falling down your cheeks. Yet it was there, in Aemond's arms, the only place you found peace those days. Why would you fool yourself? He stopped taking the initiative. The hand that was holding yours traveled up to your cheek while the other remained on your hips. Your moist eyes met his bright violet eye. His thumb brushed across his lower lip so softly and terribly slowly. The touch of him felt so right. “You deserve more and just ask me. I'll go find him." He grabbed you by the neck and brought your face closer to his, closing his eye.

Your hands on his chest closed around the fabric of his shirt the same moment your lips met his. Your body adhered to his. Your soul belonged to him, your body would always be his… It was so easy to let yourself go. Jace was the right choice, the good guy in your story, even though Aemond made you feel more secure. He was arrogant, sometimes almost cold, maybe all the time. Always so condescending. The bad boy… However, your lips continued the kiss, in silence.

“What happened that weekend…” he began to tell you once the kiss ended, looking at you like a wounded puppy. You smiled That was where you should be. You were meant for Aemond, you belonged to him…he was what you needed, what you had always needed.

"Your brother half explained it to me" you smiled, although still hurt by everything that had happened.

"So I don't have to kill him, hmm?" He smiled, completely happy, as if everything was already settled for Aemond. Still dancing with you in silence, alone in that forgotten room of that hotel.

"Not yet" you felt how he squeezed your hand, the hand that was just over his heart. He didn't want to let you go. He couldn't let you go.

“I would die for you because I love you” he suddenly confessed to you, only to continue telling you everything he had thought during those weeks without seeing you “I would cross the seas because I love you. I would bring you the moon because I love you. You complete me. You make me a better man. You make me think that I am a normal boy in love with the most beautiful girl in the world, that I am not… Crippled…”

"Aemond..." you wanted to tell him how perfect he was, how much you loved him... you were going to explode with happiness at that confession, but he continued with his studied speech.

“Just please stay here. Please stay by me. Please. Please" he begged you. You didn't think Aemond could go to that extreme, but there he was, in front of you, loving you and hating you at the same time for the things you made him feel. And you continued dancing in silence, with the moon as the only witness of that silent promise that both of you had made without the need for words.

You canceled the wedding that same morning, your grandmother thought she would die of disgust, but you knew she would accept it, that it would go away... and if it wasn't like that, you didn't care anymore. You were tired of others dictating what you had to do. Alara was very happy, more than for you, because she could recover the money for the dress and the wedding gift that she had given you. You resist her reaction. You feared that Daemon might fire you, but he didn't, he cared about you too much to do so. And Jace... Jace just went looking for you like a lovesick puppy at your grandmother's house, where she let him in without any problems, as if showing up the following week, drunk at her house was the greatest act of love that had ever been seen. You found him undone when you opened your bedroom door and he didn't speak. He just sat on your bed and you closed the door to give you more privacy. He already knew what had happened with Aemond or at least he sensed it. He had been drinking all week and barely sleeping too, as if losing you was too much for him. At last you were going to talk about what had happened. You hadn't confirmed anything with Aemond yet, but it was visible to everyone that you were together despite the fact that you had told him that you needed to think things through. You sat on the ground in front of him.

"With how excited your grandmother was about the wedding." Jace sat next to you on the floor. A bottle of vodka in his hand. You had never seen him drink like that, he must have been devastated.

"You can always marry her, I'm sure she would be excited about it" you teased sadly and he laughed softly. He looked at you with bright eyes, as if he were seeing the girl he fell in love with in college again. He offered you a drink. "No thanks," you declined with a painful smile.

"(Y / N), the truth is that I don't care that you and Aemond…" he began to confess. "I'm still in love with you"

"You're too drunk to see it clearly," you laughed, and at that moment, Jace tried to kiss you again. You quickly averted your face. "Jace..."

"I want to be with you. That's all. You're not going to be fine with Aemond... he doesn't know how to take care of anything other than himself... ”he snorted desperately. “I need to take care of you, protect you…”

“We're late for that, Jace. We didn't grow up together as a couple, or as partners, or even as friends... you decided to live your life and I let myself get involved because everyone said what a good couple we were"

“You're not going to be happy with him either,” he declared, completely exhausted, his head leaning against the wall, “Daemon was right. You are wind and the wind cannot be caught. That is something Aemond does not know."

"It could be" you smiled. You didn't say it out loud, but there was a fundamental difference between Jace and Aemond. Jace was solid, grounded…he was a strong boy. And Aemond was volatile, he was a dragon. And dragons can bend the wind.

Epilogue

You laughed again at his words. On the other end of the phone, Aemond kept telling you that what he said you was true. "I swear she is missing you. She doesn't sleep with me. She goes to the sofa and curls up in the blanket you use when you watch TV ”he explained to you again and you laughed again.

“Vhagar is quite glad that I am not there. Now she has you all to herself like before” you laughed. Daemon in the bed next to that motel narrowed his eyes with a smile and put on his airpods. That was the last night of that promotional trip for your book that you had in Sunspear, and after a whole week with Daemon you were looking forward to getting back with Aemond. It wasn't that you didn't love Daemon, you loved him more if there was still room, but you were beginning to notice how you both needed space.

"You know it's not true. She misses you... just like me "he answered you with what you knew was a smile painted on his lips. Aemond ran his hand over Vaghar's back, who was sleeping next to him. A furball on the blanket you used to use, because he was using it too. He had tucked himself in with it just before calling you, sitting on the sofa you always shared in front of the TV.

"I miss you too" you told him with a soft smile and heard Daemon say sarcastically that you had only been apart for a week, but you didn't care. You were still hooked on the phone, no matter what I said. You had lived together for a year. Unlike with Jace, you had moved in with him within a few months of dating, and even if you never said it out loud, you knew it was because he was the one. "Hey, do you know what happened to me today?" you told him, trying to continue talking to him on the phone.

"Tell me" he asked you with a smile, listening attentively, in love with you, lost for you. I didn't know what was happening to her every time you spoke but it was as if the world stopped.

“I had to lose the ring my parents gave me” you commented with concern, “I thought I had put it in the vanity bag, but no. It wasn't there when I went to wear it today for the promo photo” you sighed. You liked to wear that original Valyrian ring in honor of them when you had important events, but you had lost it with your bad head.

"Well, it will show up. Surely you left it at home ”Aemond smiled, thinking that perhaps he should have taken another of the rings that you kept in the jewelry box for the mission that he had proposed while you were on that trip.

"It's just that I put it in the toiletry bag" you sighed, thinking that it could have fallen in any of the hotels where you had been. "I swear, I remember putting it in" you told him with conviction.

Aemond smiled. Yes, and he remembered having taken it out in your carelessness to take it, that same afternoon when you took the plane, to a jewelry store. There, with that ring, so important, they had taken the reference of your size for one that he hoped would be even more so for you. Amond sighed. He should have taken another ring. "Don't worry, because it will show up, do you trust me?" he told you in a soft tone.

"Of course" you sighed at him, at the same time that Daemon turned off the light on his nightstand. "It's late, and my favorite editor wants to go to sleep" you laughed seeing the figure of Daemon curled up in the next bed, trying to fall asleep. "See you tomorrow then?"

"Of course" he smiled at you. "See you tomorrow, princess"

"See you tomorrow, my dragon" you said as a goodbye. And you got ready to go to bed. He would always be your dragon because in this story the dragon had stayed with the princess.

Aemond hung up the phone and Vaghar mewed, stretching out on the blanket, as if she were asking him to leave her new sleeping place. Aemond got up from the sofa and the cat stretched out on the blanket, taking out her claws and going back to sleep more spacious now. He went to bed, but not before taking the case out of the small bag they had given him at the jewelry store and putting it in the pocket of his jacket. He carefully left the ring your parents had given you in the jewelry box and he got between the sheets. He breathed deeply and with a smile on his lips. Tomorrow would be a great day.

You and Daemon waited for the bags at the King's Landing airport. The number of people traveling at that time of year always strucked you. And Daemon sighed tired with every step. According to him, it had been a killer trip but one that would be worth it for the publishing and the book. “Do you want us to take a taxi?” you asked him, but he gave you a nod, indicating something in the crowd.

"They have already come looking for you" he smiled at you and just when you turned you saw Aemond waiting for you, standing there with his perfect presence as always. You ran towards him forgetting your suitcase and you hugged him to end up kissing him.

"What are you doing here? I told you you didn't have to come” you smiled at him. You knew how much it bothered him to miss work. He shrugged before speaking.

"I needed to see you" he answered you with a tender smile. Daemon cleared his throat behind you and kindly asked Aemond if he could take him to his house. The truth was that since he was dating you, Daemon tolerated Aemond a bit. But just a little, not much was necessary, just enough to make you happy.

Aemond walked out with you hand in hand, heading for the car. If he had to take his uncle his home, the big moment would have to wait, but he felt like the box of that engagement ring was weighing on his pocket. The question now was if you would say 'yes'.

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[002-A22] Go For It!

Summary — ✈︎ Kaede feels frustrated about the fact that he couldn’t be a good teacher to the rest of the students. However, after being encouraged by Sakujiro, he decides try to do what he can. 

Characters— ✈︎ Kiroku, Nanaki, Akuta, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: Tomioka Hachiman Shrine in Shodoshima

Kiroku: …………

Nanaki: Yo, Kinugawa-kun.

I’m on my break right now, so I thought I’d come and check out everything.

Kiroku: Oh……

Nanaki: I heard that the lanterns weren’t really finished yet. So I was thinking “Wow, I wonder what’s going on with that?”

Kiroku: …… It’s already… being displayed.

Nanaki: Ah, that one displayed over there? …… Wow.

Kiroku: ………

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: ( ……He isn’t saying anything… He’s just staring at it…)

(I knew it… Even Nanamegi thinks… what I make is……)

Nanaki: Y’know, this lantern…

Kiroku: G… G-Gannosuke-san … said…! That…!

(Even if the lantern is incomplete, just display it as……)

ーーit…… is…!

Nanaki: Gannosuke-san said that even if the lantern is incomplete, you should just display it as it is?

Kiroku: (H-He managed to understand……)

Nanaki: I see. I agree with Gannosuke-san too. Though it’s a shame that it’s gonna get wet in the rainーー

I think it looks really cool. It looks really unique… Like, it’s one of a kind. I think it should get displayed. Actually, it’s like that thing right? You took inspiration from the design of the egg?

Kiroku: ………Eh……?

Nanaki: It’s like, a bit creepy but cute too. I like it.

Kiroku: ……!

Nanaki: Well, my break’s almost up so I’ll head back now. I’ll see you later.

Kiroku: (I got praise…d…… I got praised……)

(Wait, no, Nanamegi is different from Isotake… He’s the sociable type. He definitely was just pretending to praise me… I’m… sure of it)

( …In the first place, it’s unfinished.)

……It doesn’t matter which one is true… It doesn't hurt that much so…

Elderly Man A: Oh wow, this is not going to be good. The rain… It’s starting to drizzle here and there.

Elderly Man B: Really? … Well, I suppose it’s like the forecast said. There’s really nothing to be done. We don’t have any of those fancy weather control things out here after all.

Elderly Man A: They should’ve just announced that the event was canceled earlier… Well, I’ll start preparing right now, just in case.

Nanaki: ………

…… Hey, Andy.[1]

Andy: “Good afternoon, Nanaki. How can I help you today?”

Nanaki: It’s raining, right? Today.

Andy: “That is very troublesome. Have you prepared an umbrella?”

Nanaki: I don’t need an umbrella, so you don’t have to order one or anything. 

… I just need some advice. Just a little is fine.

Andy: “I will answer to the best of my abilities.”

Nanaki: I wanted everyone to hear the new song I made but… It’s raining.

Why do things always end up so… bitter?

Andy: “It sounds like it is due to feelings of love. The bitter feelings you’re talking about are a result of that.”

Nanaki: Nonononono! What are you saying all of a sudden? I’m not in love at all! … I’m not, right?

Andy: “Yes. You are in love.”

Nanaki: Nonono… Huh? That’s wrong right?

Andy: “It’s love.”

Nanaki: N-Noーー

Akuta: “Hey hey heeey! Incoming from the Command Center! Cadet Nanamegi, please respond immediately～！”

Nanaki: You’re so energetic, even though it’s raining. Did something happen?

Akuta: “I have a request I need to ask! I think it’s around the time that they’re going to announce that the event is getting canceledーー”

“Sooo I wanna hijack the announcements! I want my voice to get announced instead? Do you think you can do that?”

Nanaki: Hah!? What are you saying…

Andy: “That is a very bad idea, Akuta-san.”

Nanaki: Andy, shut up please.

ーー But, clearly the answer is no? I’m in charge of the sound so I could do it, but no. Rejected.

Akuta: “Why not!? Just do it! Don’t you wanna be popular!? If the summer festival is successful, we’ll all be famous y’know!”

Nanaki: ………

Akuta: “I wanna be super popular and play tag on the moon! With all the Bunny-chans and Bunny-kuns with mochi and stuff!”

Nanaki: ………

Akuta: “Hey, are you giving up already?”

Nanaki: !

Akuta: “If you keep giving up like that, your summer is gonna stay boring y’know. Not just that, that kinda attitude will make your whole life bland.”

“Okay listen up. There was this boxer[2] who drank a lotta eggs before a match, and he said this.”

“It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”

Nanaki: Gh…… But, if something is impossible, it’s just impossible…!

The rain won’t magically stop just because I’m determined…!

Akuta: “You’re so fucking stubborn! You’re an idiot! Stupid goat!”

Nanaki: …He cut the call.

Andy: “The correct term would be ‘arrogant’ instead of ‘stubborn’.”

Nanaki: … Goodbye, Andy.

… Sighs …

………

(ーーIsn’t that a childish idea? Trying to hijack the announcements and change something.)

(It’s not realistic at all, and it might cause trouble for Chief and the rest of the staff. Of course, no one wants to cancel an event because of rain but… Even the sound of the rain hitting the tent is getting louder.)

(Yeah. It’s fine to just let things play out as they were. It’s like Kurama-kun said. There’s no use in trying our best to change things. It’d be a waste of time.)

………

I know that. I know that, but…

(Just standing around like this… It’s making me feel like something is dying…)

ーー Ugh!! Fuck!!

Akuta, you stupid son of a…!

Elderly Woman A: No, but… it’s the same for us. We prepared for this because these things were promised to be prepared for us too…

Ushio: Yes, I hate to repeat myself, but I apologize for that.

(Ugh～ This is so tedious… It’s so annoying having to repeat myself over and over.)

Elderly Woman B: It was your idea in the first place was it not? To serve baby castella.

Elderly Woman C: You advertised that it wasn’t going to be an ordinary baby castella, but a special one that is covered in a special syrup…

Ushio: I do truly apologize for that.

But I don’t believe there is any need to be so particular about it though. Just the sponge cake is delicious on its own.

(The rain is probably gonna cause the shop to close down soon anyways, so.)

Elderly Woman B: Hey you! You need to start taking responsibility for the things that you say! You’re dragging everyone around you into it too!

Ushio: That’s why I’ve been apologizing this whole time. What more can I do? We’re just high school studentsーー

Sakujiro: Please excuse me.

Elderly Woman C: Are you his chaperone?! Just what kind of education are you giving him!?

Sakujiro: I was not able to hear the entirety of the conversation just now, but it seems that he was being rude to you all, so I sincerely apologize for that.

Elderly Woman A: We came all the way over here despite having very busy schedules.

Sakujiro: It is exactly as you say. From our perspective, having just arrived from outside of this area, we can see how much effort the entire community is placing into this festival.

He himself has been working very hard to prepare for this festival in his own way, but now, looking at this rainy weather… He is at an age where he is not immune to this kind of disappointment yet…

That is why, to you wonderful ladies with hearts as deep as those hailing from the sea, could I ask you all to be a bit empathetic to his situation?

Elderly Woman C: … Well, I can see how disappointing it would be to come this far only for it to rain…

Elderly Woman A: I’ve heard that city kids like him don’t have to experience this kind of stuff since they have weather control devices…

Ushio: ( …Hm.)

Sakujiro: Ah, please excuse me, my phone is ringing…

(It seems to be Chief. Now, I wonder how things are playing out…)

Announcer: “This is an announcement from the Organization Committee. Today’s Summer Festival in Shodoshima will be canceled due to the rain…”

Ushio: See? It ended up being canceled, soーー

Akuta: “Nanaki, is it okay if I just talk like normal? Ah, it’s okay? OK, OK! Ah, ah, mic test!”

“Okay, so, today’s event cancellationーー is CANCELEEEEED!”

Ushio: ……Hah?

Gannosuke: J-Just what on earth… is going on!? Was that Akuta-kun’s voice just now…!?

Kiroku: …… Is it not… getting… canceled?

Ushio: Liーー

Like hell if I know!?

Sakujiro: ………

Location: Beach in Shodoshima

Kaede: Hello? Sakujiro-san? It’s me!

I managed to get the weather control device from KOBE!

Koharu: Sakujiro-san, long time no see!

… So with this, ya can tell Kafka that I repaid back my debt〜!

Kaede: Yes, Koharu-san is here with me right now! He’s showing me how to set up the device…!

Elderly Man D: Well, I’m grateful you tried to borrow such an impressive thing, but there’s no point in using it now.

Elderly Man E: Right? It’s such a shame too. Each shot is really expensive, isn’t it?

Koharu: Don’t worry ‘bout it. ‘Cuz Iーー KOBE is sayin’ it’s all fine so ya can go ahead ‘n launch it.

Kaede: (They’re right… Even though he’s saying that it’s just repaying a debt, the equipment is so expensive… It’s not worth it for KOBE to help us out, but he just lent it to me with no questions askedーー)

Koharu-san, really, thank you so much…!

Then, I’m gonna head to the venue now… Well, I was going to but, Sakujiro-san, you’ve been silent for a while now. Can you hear me?

Akuta: “You thought it was gonna be canceled huh〜 I also thought I’d be getting a bunch of delicious food to myself y’know.”

Kaede: (Huh? Is that Akuta-kun’s voice on the other side of the phone…? Sakujiro-san went silent as well… What’s going on?)

Location: Tomioka Hachiman Shrine in Shodoshima

Akuta: “Alright everyone, are you ready〜?”

“10 seconds left until launch off～!”

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Andy is kinda like Siri basically? But a bit more advanced since yk . this is 2055. Nanaki basically talks to Andy a lot. I was gonna type it as Andi to make it look a bit more like Siri but everyone I’ve seen around is using Andy? So I’m keeping it the same for consistency.

He’s talking about Rocky Balboa from the movie Rocky. I copied the quote Akuta says from google LMFAO

[lilian-draconia]

!!Twst Incorrect quotes!! Except I throw mine and @simping-myjob's yuusona in the mix (warning: long post) ☁☁☁ Lilian: Sora... How do I begin to explain Sora? Lilia: Sora is flawless Malleus: I hear her hair's insured for 10 000 thaumarks. Silver: I hear he does blastcycle commercials... In the scalding sands. Sebek: One time they punched me in the face... It was awesome. ☁☁☁ Sebek: Nothing is free. Lilian: Love is free! Lilia: Adventure is free. Malleus: Knowledge is free. Sora: Everything is free if you take it without paying. ☁☁☁ Silver: What does 'take out' mean? Lilia: Food. Lilian: Dating Sora: Murder. Sebek: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD!! ☁☁☁ Malleus: Goodbye, Child of a Man. Goodbye, Sora. Goodbye, Lilia. Goodbye, Silver. Goodbye, Child of a Man. Lilia: You said 'Goobye, Child of a Man' twice. Malleus: I like Child of a Man. ☁☁☁ *When Lilian arrives to Twisted wonderland for the first time* Lilian: Well, aren't you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you're out to save the world! Sora: Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment. Ace: more or less, i guess kalim:that sounds awesome! let's do that! Jack: I'm new here, but I am open to the concept. Deuce: I thought that's what we were doing, guys, come on! ☁☁☁ *Lilian walks into the ramshackle.* Lilian: Hello, people who do not live here. Sebek: hey Silver: hi Malleus: Hello Lilia: Hey! Lilian: I gave you the key for emergencies only! Sora: They were out of doritoes. ☁☁☁ Lilian: what's something you guys are better than Malleus at? Sora: Mario kart Lilia: video games, yeah Silver: emotional vulnerability. ☁☁☁ Silver: Good responses to getting stabbed with a knife? Lilian: Rude Sora: that's fair Lilia: not again. Malleus: are you going to want this back? ☁☁☁ Lilian: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Lilian: *punches wall* Lilian: ... Lilian: take me to the hospital ☁☁☁ Lilian: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety so... ☁☁☁ Sora: Okay okay, stop asking me if i'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a THREAT. ☁☁☁ Silver: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later. ☁☁☁ Silver: physically, yes, i could fight a bird. But emotionally? imagine the toll. ☁☁☁ Lilian: goodnight moon Lilian: goodnight tree Lilian: *looks at the mouse silhouette in the mirror* goodnight ghost that only I can see ☁☁☁ Lilian: I've already sent good vibes your way... they're coming. there's nothing you can do to stop them. Sora: this is the most threatening way i've been cheered up. ☁☁☁ Sora: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime... which should I do? Lilian: Please don’t get arrested. Sora: No promises! <3 Lilia: Why not both? Get creative! Sora: Wonderful suggestion, thank you. Lilian: Please don’t encourage them. ☁☁☁ Lilian: Please, Sora, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this. Sora: I’m sorry Lilian. Lilian: I’m begging you. Don’t do it. Sora: It has to be done. Lilian: Sora: Lilian: Sora: *Places +4* Uno. ☁☁☁ Sora, wearing shades: Rule one of destroying the world. Sora: *does finger guns* You gotta look good while doing it. ☁☁☁ Malleus: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched? Lilia: IT. Sora: Annabelle. Silver: Paranormal Activity. Lilian: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words. ☁☁☁

[gt-jar]

hi :3 I’m new to your blog but god god I LOVE YOUR CONTENT ARGHJDHDN

I never thought I could like parental / family tropes but here I am. This is too good . Seriously.

As I already said , I’m new so I might have missed if you already said this but- will there be new chapters for your story “two worlds among the stars?”

I’ve binge read it and I would really like to read more (without forcing anybody ofc!! I’m just appreciating a fellow writer’s work)

Okay uh bye

:DD

First of all, I hope you're going to see this, anon...

I feel especially bad when I need ages to answer anonymous ask, because I know that person won't get a notification, when I finally do answer it. And if that person doesn't follow my blog the chances of them seeing it are slim.

And I got this ask almost two weeks ago...

So dear anon, if you see this please let me know in some kind of way!

I said this before, but I'll say it again:

I feel so honoured every time I get an ask/comment/dm like this. Like... people take the time to write something like this, and the whole purpose of it is letting me know they like my writing... that's so wild!

THANK YOU!!!

Firstly, to answer your question:

Yes, there'll definitely be more chapters of "2WATS". I mentioned how many chapters in total I have planned a while ago, but I can't remember the exact number and I'm too lazy to look it up rn, but it's definitely going to be in the double digit area.

I can't tell when the next chapter will be out, though...

It's been a while since I've written anything and I have a hard time getting back to it. You probably know the struggle as a fellow writer.

I started to work on two other project, but everything I write just... sucks? And the motivation to work on it again just isn't there... and I really don't want the same thing to happen when I start to work on chapter 8 of "2WATS".

I know this probably won't get better if I don't write, but trying to write anyting frustrates me a lot atm...

But please don't be shy about asking when the next chapter will be out, I'm not annoyed by it or anything (as long as you're not rude about it), I believe it encourages me even to get back to writing again.

Also, if you don't mind me asking, what made you read my story? (damn, I'm hoping you read this, anon)

I know there are two people who joined the g/t community recently, who also like parental g/t, but I don't think you're one of them since you mentioned you're new to my blog, and not the community in general, and you didn't think you'd like the trope...

So what made you read it?

Like I genuinely wanna know.

I for example have no problem with reading a fanfic for a fandom I'm not even in on AO3, if the tags sound promising.

I recently read a jjk fanfic and I didn't even watch the anime, hell I barely know what it is about! I obviously can't tell, if any of the characters were ooc (the plot definitely probably doesn't have much to do with canon anyway), but I don't give a damn, because it was a foster story! And I'm definitely going to read the next chapter when it comes out! But does that mean I'm going to watch jjk? No!

And yet...

When it comes to tropes that I don't like or ain't interested in, it's unlikely I'm going to read a fanfic for a fandom I'm actually in.

So how about you? :)

[bteezxyewriter12]

Don't Forget/ 2

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.6k

Includes- Unconditional love, caretaking, frustration, blowjob, cum eating, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole

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Part 1

Two months later

Yoongi POV

"We're home Yoongi", she says, parking the car in the driveway

Finally, I'm able to be home with her

During my time at the rehab, I didn't know she was taking online courses at night to become my caretaker

She wanted to keep me home with her, take care of me

She finished the program last week, passed the test, got licensed and immediately asked me if I wanted to go home

I said yes right away

I may not remember everything from our past but I know I love her

Of that I'm 100% sure

As I remembered more, the feelings came back little by little

And with her spending time with me everyday for months, I fell in love all over again

I'm extremely lucky to have her

To have her give up her career to take care of me

I can never have anyone better than her

And it makes me determined to work harder to get better sooner

She opens my car door and helps me out of it, putting my walker in front of me

I'm still having some trouble walking

And I'm so slow

Something that took me seconds to cross now takes ten minutes or longer

I get impatient but she never does

She always walks next to me, encouraging me, holding my hand

Being patient in everything

It's so stupid that it took not seeing her for one day to make me realize that I love her

To make me realize that by being silent, I was hurting her

I know she'd never say I was but I know the reality

I was hurting her by not speaking, not responding, not looking at her

Hearing the catch in her voice when she stopped herself from crying

I could have done something

Show some kind of sign that I was listening, that her voice was the only thing that kept me sane

That her touch comforted me like nothing else did

That seeing her beautiful face everyday made me fight to keep going, to not give up

That one day she wasn't there devastated me even though she had a good reason for not coming

That day made me decide to show her that I was listening, made me decide to talk to her, to hold onto her and never let her go

Made me realize what I had in her and how extremely lucky I am that she's here, she's helping me, caring for me and she loves me

She helps me up, helping my hands grip the walker handholds

I walk a little further from the car so she can close the door

Then she puts her hand in mine and we start the walk to the house

"I fixed the house naekkeo. I added those stair chair sliders so you don't have to climb up and down the stairs"

She thinks of everything

Even I didn't think that far ahead

"There's wheelchairs for you too. I got you nicer ones than the hospital ones. Those are crappy. And some walkers and canes for when you can walk a little better ok?"

"Ttt..than...ks"

"Anything for you naekkeo", she says smiling as we continue to walk towards the front door

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"Do you wanna take a shower naekkeo?", she asks, once we're in our room

It took me eight minutes to cross the driveway and another ten to get up to our room

She showed me how the chair lift works

It's easy

I sit in it, pull the bar down and press a button

It has places on the side of it to attach a walker or a cane but I can't do that yet

My hands don't work to do that yet

She told me that she's going to keep walkers and wheelchairs at the top of the stairs and the bottom so that I can just get on there for now

I really don't know what I did to deserve her but I'm so grateful she's mine

"Naekkeo?", she asks

I should take a shower

I've been at that rehab center for a long time and even though I showered there, I didn't have all my personal stuff

"Yyy...yes"

"Ok baby. I'll help you get in ok?"

"Ccccc....can you...you... you cc.come with mm..me?"

She smiles, nodding, "Of course baby"

She comes over to me helping me sit on the bed, her hand reaching for my shirt

As she starts pulling it up, I panic

I have all these scars on my body and they're ugly

Big ones, raises ones

They're still red and angry looking

I don't remember how my body was before but it definitely wasn't ugly like this

And I'm scared at how she's going to react

What if she's disgusted?

What if she thinks I'm gross?

I move my hands as fast as I can, which isn't fast at all, pushing on her hands to get her to stop

"Naekkeo, what's wrong?"

I just shake my head, at a loss of what to do

I can't get undressed by myself

I need help but I don't want her to see me

How am I supposed to shower?

I feel tears pricking my eyes from frustration

"Yoongi, baby, what's wrong?", she asks cupping my face, "Talk to me naekkeo"

"I...I...I'm uuuuu....ugly"

"What?", she exclaims, her face in shock, "No baby you're not"

I nod, "Yes. Ugly...on my face. Bbbbb...body. worse"

She shakes her head vehemently, "No naekkeo you're not"

"I..I.."

"Listen to me Min, Yoongi", she says, cupping my face, tilting my head up, her eyes on mine, "You are the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on. You could never be ugly even if you tried"

I want to believe her but it's so hard

I've seen myself in the mirror

"Your scars do not take away from your beauty. They do not make you ugly", she says sternly, "They show me, show the world how strong you are. That you survived something so horrible and you're still here. Still fighting, never giving up"

She softly caresses my cheek, so much love in her eyes it takes my breath away

"Don't ever worry about that, especially around me. I thought you were the most handsomest man the second I saw you and I will continue to think that until the day I die. And in the afterlife too"

That makes me smile a little

"Don't be scared around me Yoongi, ok? You never have to be scared around me. You're safe with me naekkeo and I will protect you"

I nod believing her and feeling such a huge weight off my shoulders

"Tell me what you want to do naekkeo. I can close my eyes and help you undress. I won't look helping you in the shower and once you're in, I'll turn away while you shower and close my eyes to give you a towel and dressing you"

It all sounds ridiculous but the look on her face tells me she's prepared to do it

"Yyy....you dd..don't have. To"

She smiles softly, "Yoongi when are you going to realize I'll do absolutely anything for you?"

I'm starting to understand that

I'm sure I knew it before I lost my memories but even so, everything is so different now

Everything that happened, my condition, caring for me, it can take a lot out of a person

But she has been there by my side the whole time, never wavering, never running away

She's an angel

My angel

"Ddd..don't. Don't close...yyy..eyes"

"Are you sure baby? I want you to be comfortable?"

"Sure", I nod

"Ok baby", she says, kissing my lips softly

When her hands go back down to my shirt, I let her lift it up

She helps my arms through the sleeves then takes the shirt over my head

Her eyes move across my body and I feel my face get so hot

"Beautiful baby", she says

She comes closer, her lips pressing against the scar on my forehead in a kiss

Her lips move to the next one, then the next one, then more, down to the ones on my chest, stomach, arms, kissing each one so soflty

I feel so loved, so accepted, so happy, my worry and fear sliding off me

She helps me stand, taking the rest of my clothes off, kissing the scars on my legs too

When I'm naked, she stands, her hands on my sides, slowly moving up touching my stomach, my chest, my shoulders

My skin feels alive from her touch and I close my eyes, feeling how good it is

Her arms move around my neck, gently pulling me towards her

Her lips meet mine, the kiss full of love

I move my arms around her, waist, the tremors in my hands and arms making it hard to stay around her but I do

I want more

Slowly I lick her lip, her mouth opening, my tongue against hers

Immediately a memory flares in my head- our wedding kiss

Her in her gorgeous white dress, smiling up at me and the officiate tells me I can kiss my bride

I remember smiling then kissing her deeply, feeling her love for me just like I am now

Slowly, the kiss ends, her pulling away from me and smiling

She takes my hand, kisses the back of it, "I love you"

"I...I..lov. yo.ou", I say

The smile on his face gets brighter and I can't believe that I can make her that happy

She gets my walker for me and stays by my side as we get to the bathroom

Opening the shower, I see it's different

There's a built in seat that wasn't there before and handicapped rails I can grab on to like in the rehab shower

"I fixed it for now", she says, "Until you get better. They can be removed later on"

I just nod, grateful she thought of everything

She helps me into the shower, onto the seat

Stepping out, she turns on the water, saying, "I'll be right in baby ok?"

I nod

She closes the door and I watch her through it, the warm water on my skin

She goes back into the bedroom for a few seconds, appearing again holding my clothes

She puts them in what I assume is the hamper, then begins pulling her clothes off, dropping them in the hamper

The shower door opens and she comes inside, her naked body hitting me hard

More memories come

Me kissing her body

Her body moving so beautifully as she rides me, sweat all over her

Looking down at her, her face in pleasure

I come out of the memories, a wanting feeling in my body

She comes over to me, the water dripping down her body, in between her boobs, her hair soaked

I take in her big bouncy boobs, her tattoos that cover her, the colors so bright, shiny diamond piercing dangling from her belly button, her pretty legs

And her small pussy in between her legs

More sex images of us bombard my head and I'm getting horny

'Get it together', I tell myself

"I'm gonna wash your hair naekkeo ok?"

I nod, watching her take a shower head from the wall and switch off the rain head

She gently puts the water on me, running her fingers through my hair, getting it wet

Putting the shower head back on the wall mount, she gets shampoo and moves her hands in my hair

The soap layers up and I close my eyes, just letting the good, relaxing feeling spread through me

Her fingers are like magic, running through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp and I completely love it

I wonder if she used to do this for me before too

I'm pretty sure she did

She's an amazing wife

Taking the shower head, she says, "Close your eyes", and gently rinses the shampoo from my hair

"I'm gonna wash you first baby then put the conditioner in your hair ok?"

I nod as she gets a bar of soap and works a lather in her hands

She starts on my shoulder, moving the soap along there and down my arm, once again feeling so good

She keeps going and as I look at her beautiful face, feel her fingers spreading the soap on my skin, I realize with horror that I'm getting hard

Fuck

I don't want her to think that's why I wanted her to come in the shower with me

For sex

Not like I could have it anyway with the way my body currently is

Or how slow I am

It's just that I haven't seen her naked in a long time, the memories, seeing her now and her touching me even though it's not sexual at all still kinda turns me on

At least I know that's not broken

The further her hands move with the soap the more anxious I get

Of course I want her

I love her

She's my everything and her body is so sexy

I'm just scared she'll be disgusted

Her hands and eyes move to between my thighs

"Oh", is all she says

"I...sorry!", I say bursting into tears

God I cry at the drop of a hat now

I hate it but I can't help it

"I. Am..sorry. Jagi. I didn't... I don't...it just. Hap...hap..happ-ened", I sob, "You're pppp... pretty and you. Touch...me. I ...not....stop"

I can't even explain right because my stupid mouth isn't working and adding my crying, I don't know if she understand me at all

"Naekkeo it's ok", she says soothingly, hugging me tightly, "There's nothing to be sorry for. There's nothing wrong with you getting hard seeing me naked. It just means you're attracted to me and you think I'm pretty"

"Bbb... beautiful", I correct

She pulls back smiling, "Thanks naekkeo. Don't be ashamed ok? You never have to feel that way with me, remember? There's nothing wrong or bad about it"

"I don't. Want.", I struggle to say, "You get mad"

Surprise falls on her face, "Mad? Why would I be mad?"

"Because...you", I stammer, "You think I...only...only...only"

I stop, getting so frustrated

The stupid words won't come out

"That you only want sex?", she finishes

I nod

"I'd never think that baby. I know you love me-"

"So much", I add

Her soft smile makes me feel better

"So much", she agrees, "And I love you so much naekkeo. I can't be mad at you especially for something you can't control"

She touches my face so softly, leaning to me and giving me a soft kiss

"Don't ever worry about me being mad at you or anything like that. Don't ever be ashamed around me ok? I will never judge you for anything. I promise. I love you more than anything and I always will. Nothing will change that."

I nod, grateful she's so understanding and caring and loves me so much

"You ok naekkeo?"

I nod, "Yes"

I notice I'm still hard and I feel my cheeks turn pink

"Do you want me to help you?", she asks, smirking at me

"But...I...I can't-", I panic

I can't make her feel good

My mouth and fingers don't work and I don't think I am able to have sex yet

She won't get anything and I hate it

I remember some of how I used to be, how wild we were, how I made her cum over and over

And now I can't even do it once

I feel like such a failure at being a husband, at being a man

Her hand touches my face again, making me look at her

"It doesn't matter Yoongi. I don't care about getting anything. I want to make you feel good"

I don't say anything, not knowing if I should let her or not

"Yoongi. Let me make you feel good baby", she says softly

I want her too, so much

It's not going away and I want her

So I nod, whispering "Ok"

She moves to her knees and I whimper

I know she's done this to me before but I don't remember any particular instance and seeing her there, god it's so hot

I watch her tongue move out of her mouth and place it at the underside of my dick, at the base

She licks up and pleasure I haven't felt in a long time, pleasure I recognize hits me hard

I watch her tongue lick all over, soft moans escaping my mouth as pleasure seeps into me

Her mouth moves around my head, sucking softly at first then faster each time

"Jagi", I moan, feeling so good

I can't take my eyes away from her, can't believe that this is happening

It's like I'm a horny teenager instead of an experienced man

I just know I'm not going to last long

"Mmm", she hums, taking more of me in her mouth, the sucking not stopping, the pleasure more intense with every suck

Her hand wraps around my length that's not in her mouth, moving up and down, stroking me in time with her sucking

"Jjjjj.jj...Jo", I choke out, feeling ecstacy crash over me

I cum and I watch her continue to suck, swallowing over and over

Oh my fucking god, it feels so fucking good and I can't stop myself from moaning loudly

When I finish, she stops, taking me out of her mouth

She looks up at me, smiling soflty, "Good naekkeo?"

I nod, "Yyy...yes"

"Feel better?"

"Yy.yes"

"Good baby", she says, standing up and kissing my cheek

"I'm gonna finish cleaning you, then put the conditioner in your hair. While that stays for a few minutes I'm gonna shower quickly ok?"

"Ok"

She does as she said, showering both of us and when everything is done, she gets out first, getting a towel around her

She comes in the shower, dragging my walker to the shower door

Getting my arm around her shoulder she helps me stand up, instructing me to hold onto the rail

Grabbing onto my walker as soon as we're near it, I move to the middle of the bathroom

She puts a big fluffy towel over my body, wrapping me up, then takes another towel, drying my hair

When that's done, she uses the towel wrapped around me to dry off my body

She goes over my skin again and again making sure everything from my fingers to my toes are dry

"Come to the room baby, so you can get dressed"

I do and she helps me sit on the bed, then moves around the room, getting my PJs

She puts them next to me, letting me try to do it myself

With most things she lets me try by myself first and if I need help, she'll help me

I pick up the shirt and try to open it

My hands tremble, making the fabric slip from my hand every time I grasp it

I furrow my brow, trying harder to do it but I just get more and more frustrated

I can't do anything

My hands are fucked up, my fingers don't work that well

I'm getting therapy for that but I hate how long it's taking

I let out a frustrated cry, tears falling down my face

"I'll help you naekkeo", she says, coming over to me

I feel her hands on my face, wiping my tears away

"Don't cry baby. It's going to take time ok? But I know you can do it. You just have to practice"

I nod, knowing this

But I want it to be instantaneous

I want to be back to normal now

She kisses my cheek then helps me

She opens the shirt so I can put my arms through the sleeves

Then she helps me pull the shirt over my head, getting my head through the hole

She lets go, letting me pull the shirt down myself

She takes the clean boxers and kneels on the floor, lifting one of my legs, putting it in to the boxer leg

Then she does the other leg

She pulls them up to my thighs, then helps me stand

Taking my hands, she helps me grasp one side of the boxer band, then the other side

Finally I pull the boxers up the rest of the way

This used to take me seconds

Now it's a whole ordeal and I hate it

We repeat the process with the pants then I'm sitting on the bed again

Standing in front of me, she takes my comb and gently combs my wet hair

"Your hair is so long naekkeo"

I know

I've noticed in the mirror

It's annoying when it gets in my face but over all I don't mind it

"Do you want to keep it long?", she asks

"For for for ...now"

"Do you like it?"

I nod, "Dddd.do. you?"

"Yeah baby. I like it"

She combs it a few more times then she puts the comb down, sitting next to me

"What do you want to do now baby?", she asks

I want to lay down with her

I want to be in her arms, I want to feel her against me, I want to feel her play with my hair, tell me she loves me, fall asleep with her

I just want her

But I can't say all that

I can think it but my mouth doesn't work fast enough to say all those things

I know she will patiently wait for me to get all of it out but it gets me frustrated when my mouth doesn't move the way I want it to

"I want. Sleep. Nap. With.....you"

She smiles so brightly, it makes my day

Makes me so fucking happy

She's beautiful and her smile just adds to her beauty

"Ok naekkeo", she answers, tucking hair behind my ear

I lay down and she puts the blanket over me, then she kisses my lips gently

I kiss her back, loving every chance I get to have her lips against mine

I watch her dry off, change into her PJs, brush her hair then get in the bed next to me

She turns to me, gently pulling me closer and I go willingly

Putting my head on her chest, I sigh, so content, especially when her arms wrap around me

She kisses my forehead, her hand softly running in my hair

"I love you so much my Yoongi", she whispers, making my heart overflow with love, "My sun. My stars. My moon. My heart. My naekkeo"

"I....I ....llll...love. You. My....jagi", I whisper

"Sleep naekkeo. I'm gonna hold you the whole time. I missed having you in my arms, missed sleeping with you so much", she whispers

"Me...Too", I answer

I missed her so fucking much

Missed the simple little things, like napping, her smile, her laugh, sitting together, watching TV

I know it's going to take time for me to get better and I may never be one hundred percent again

But I know as long as I have my jagi, I'll be fine

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

18 months later

J POV

I watch Yoongi smile, moving his body a little to the music while sitting in the chair

He looks so happy and when he's happy, I'm happy

The lights are bright on the stage, we're both sweating but his smile makes everything worth it

BTS is in the middle of the stage, dancing and performing

They're holding a special concert now that Yoongi is better enough to be on stage

He can't dance or rap but he's here with them

It's just like when one of them was injured, they'd sit on the stage and sing their part

Except for this concert when Yoongi's part comes up, they let the audio track play while the guys keep dancing so ARMYS can still hear his voice

The stylists even put him in the same outfit as the guys and he is changed every time they do

I change him as I'm his caretaker and I know how to help him so there's no pain

The staff surprised me by having outfits for me to wear

Yoongi wanted me with him on stage or he refused to go on

I told him not to argue, that I'd be backstage like I always used to be but he was having none of it

He said that I've been by his side his whole life, especially during this hard time and I deserve to be by his side for this too

Honestly, I cried when he said that, thanking him but he told me to shush, that there was nothing to thank

Yoongi has gotten better to the point where he can use just a cane to walk

He's still very slow but like I tell him, there is no hurry to do anything

His hands and fingers are better, the shaking less but it still happens

He's better at doing things by himself, like dressing, eating and showering, he's just more slow at it

His speech is better, he doesn't stutter or stammer so much but it still takes him time to say what he wants

It frustrates him but I'm there to comfort and help him

He hasn't regained all of his memories but I was right in that being at home, around his familiar things triggers memories

Most of it is snippets of the memory, bits and pieces

He does get full ones but those are rare

He remembers more than when he first came home

He remembers BTS, remembers the guys for the most part, parts of their history

He remembers his parents, brother, my parents, Daegu, Seoul

He remembers parts of our life together

It's more than I can ask for and like I tell him, we're making new memories now too

He's happy, cheerful, his depression gone once he got back home

His personality has gone back to normal, just like he used to be

Except he's a lot more affectionate, sometimes downright clingy and I eat it up

My life is about him, helping and caring for him and I don't regret a single thing

It's near the end of the concert and we're all dressed in the concert tshirts, sneakers and jeans

Well Yoongi and I are in sweatpants

The staff put a bandanna on his head because ARMYS love the era he had it and he looks so handsome with it and his long hair in a ponytail

I have a bandanna that matches his too

He looks so much better in it than I do

The song ends, they guys getting ready for their endments

The guys all go first, basically thanking the ARMYS and talking about how happy they are to be seven at the moment, with Yoongi back on stage

Yoongi insisted that BTS keep going without him

He said he'll still be there but he can't participate like he used to

He was upset about that for awhile but going to a therapist to talk about that helped him

It helped him understand that he has to let go of that part of his life, focus on getting better, and only then can he choose what he wants to do with his life

He's still part of BTS, he always will be, he's still part of BigHit and he's still invited to things and events

This is just the first one we went to

He says this is the only one

He wants to close the BTS chapter of his life and this concert is the end to it

Yoongi takes my hand, I turn to him to see him smiling at me

I smile back and lace out fingers together

Namjoon comes over, smiling as he hands Yoongi his custom mic

"You'll do great baby", I whisper

He nods, bringing the mic to his lips

"Hi ARMY", Yoongi says slowly, the clapping and cheers of the fans so loud, "Did you...hhh...have a good....time?"

He gives ARMYS a chance to scream and clap

"I am so hhhh..happy...to be...here....with you ttt...today"

More cheers and roars

"Ttt...this is my my my last....concert as ..as a mmm...member of BTS"

The crowd is quiet as Yoongi hasn't said anything to the media about him retiring

I mean I know people hoped he'd come back but it's not realistic

His body, his voice just doesn't work that way anymore

"I...am retiring. I..I ccc...can't be an idol any..any... anymore. Me...all of me....is not not for that....anymore. I...I don't...work...like that...anymore"

I know this is hard for him

He's accepted that he can't be an idol, that he can't make music anymore

But it's still not easy to talk about

He can still be sad over it

"I...am sss .sorry to dis-appp-oint you"

"Never!", someone shouts

"You never disappointed us!"

"We always support you!"

More shouts of acceptance and support ring out and Yoongi has tears in his eyes

He was worried the ARMYS would turn on him but I told him they wouldn't

I knew they wouldn't, I knew they would always love him

"I want to. To thank tttt..the members. Nnn..Namjoon, Hobi. Jj..Jin Hyung. Jimin. Tt. Tae. Jung Jung Jungkook. Thank you for for being.....my.....brothers"

I glance at the guys, who are just as emotional and all of them are crying

I wipe my eyes as I am too

"Ttt..thank you ARMYS. You. Made my...dream....come true. Thank you....for supp..support and ll..love"

"We love you!", ARMYS scream

"Thank you....Hitman Bbb..Bang. for giving...giving me a chance. For for for giving BTS... A chance. Thank thank you to everyone who...who made..BTS pop.possible"

As the crowd cheers, I say to him, "You did so good naekkeo"

When the crowd stops, I expect Namjoon to take over again for their final song so I'm surprised when Yoongi talks again

"And ttt...thank you to..the one...person who has has..always. stayed by mmm..my side", he continues, "Tttthe one who sss supported me..from...when we were... Young. The one. Who always. Believed in me. Who..nnn..never gave up...on me...even when it....seemed like I didn't.....remember her. Who tttt..took care of me ..after...the accident and sss..still cares. For me"

He turns to look at me and I'm bewildered as I process his words

He's talking about me?"

"Mmm..my wife. Joanne"

A huge roar of cheers and claps invade my ears as I realize ARMYS are clapping for me

"She nnn..never left my side...never gave up....even during the the worst....times. When we ddd..debuted and I...had to...hide her. www.when I...had had to go on tour...and leave her here. When when I www .worked all ...all. The time, not mmmm...making time for her. And sss..so many more tttt.times I...I..wasn't....the best... Boyfriend. Or husband. She...never left me. Aaaa...always believed in me. Aaaa...always lll love me"

Tears run down my face as I listen to my naekkeo and I'm so happy he knew, all these years that I never lost faith in him, that I'd stand by him no matter what

That I'd love him no matter what

"Mmm..my jagi. I love you....more than than words....can e...express. Ttt...thank you...for always bb.being with me"

I nod, letting him pull me into a hug and I hold onto him with everything in me

"I love you. So. Much", he whispers, kissing my hair, "So. Mm.much. always"

"I love you Yoongi. More than anything"

He pulls back a little, lifts my face up to him, his lips on mine in a soft kiss

And all the cheering, all the screams, everything fades away until it's just Yoongi and me

---------------------------

Yoongi POV

Laying in bed, I kiss her deeply, holding her perfect body against mine

After we kissed on stage, the guys all joked and made fun of us to lighten the mood

We did the last song and then the concert was over

That chapter of my life closed

And yes while I am sad, I'm also relieved

I was tired of the constant speculations, rumors on whether I would ever come back or not

I accept the accident, I accept what happened, I accept that my time in BTS is over

I'm ready to think of my future

What I can do now

With my wife

She kisses me wildly, her tongue against mine as I roll onto my back, helping her on me

She pulls away, sitting up, holding my cock up as she gets me inside her

She pushes down, taking me inch by inch, the pleasure of her opening for me so fucking good

We're such a tight fit because, as she tells me over and over, my cock is huge and thick

She sits on my thighs, my entire length buried inside her

As I got better, stronger, I wanted to try to have sex more and more

My wife is sexy and I was constantly getting horny

She'd help by giving me hand and blow jobs but she wouldn't let me do anything to her out of fear I would hurt myself

This went on for months

It got to the point where I asked the physical therapist in front of her if I could have sex

She was mortified but at that point in time, the physical therapist said I was fine to have sex as long as it wasn't rough

That was months ago

For the beginning she rode me all the time, still worried I'd get hurt

Until I talked to her and told her that I wouldn't know how my body would be if she never let me try

She did and I can do it in most positions as long as we're sitting or laying down

No standing and no holding her up

Yet

I'm working on getting stronger for that

We can also get rough but it's not like I'm throwing her around the room like I used to

And I can also eat her out

It's slower than normal but she likes it and I love doing it

She tastes so fucking good

I also asked my doctor to do tests to see if everything still works on me so I can have kids

It does

That's one of the things I want, to be a dad

We talked about it and agreed to give it a few years until I'm as best as I can be so she can care for the baby and not me and the baby

For now we just have fun

"Fuck Yoongi", she murmurs, circling her hips, "You feel so fucking good"

Yeah right

Not as good as her wet pulsing cunt feels

"Not as good...as you", I murmur, my hands on her hips, sliding up her gorgeous body, feeling her skin under my fingers

Her skin trembles against my touch, making me smile

That's one thing I remember

Her skin always shaking against my hands

It's one thing I love so much among so many others

"Bounce for me. Jagi", I murmur

She leans on my stomach, her hips moving, sliding her pussy up my length, leaving me a wet creamy mess

She comes back down hard, hitting her spot on my head, her whole body shaking

She does it again and again, fucking me fast and just a little harder than normal

I watch her tiny hole split as she takes my cock in, her swollen lips wrapped so prettily around my cock

She sits up more, her hands behind her on my thighs as she wiggles up and down my shaft, grinding on me when she gets me all in

"God Yoongi, fuck, your cock is so good baby", she pants

She's so fucking beautiful, her body so mesmerizing, the sweat rolling down between her jiggling boobs, along her stomach, down her pussy, mixing with the creamy mess she's leaving on my cock and lap

God it turns me on so much

"Yoongi", she cries, her cunt pulsing so fast around me as she pumps me in and out of her hole

"Cum jagi", I tell her

"Yoongi, oh Yoongi!", she whimpers, coming

Through the intense pleasure of her orgasm, I pull her down my entire cock, letting her ride it out and make a huge mess

"Yes Yoongi, oh my god! Baby!"

"Mmm feels. Good. Jagi"

She stops moving when she finishes, breathing in deeply

"Come....lay...down", I tell her

She smiles, climbing off me and laying on her back

I can't move fast enough to switch positions seamlessly like we used to

I have to tell her what I want instead, which was weird at first but we're both used to it, it's really nothing anymore

I move on top of her, in between her legs

Her arms wrap around my body, pulling me against her, skin against skin

She feels warm and a little sweaty but I love it nonetheless

Her legs wrap around me and I move my cock to her hole, pushing back inside her warm pussy

"Yes naekkeo", she says breathlessly, her body arching into me as she takes me fully inside her

"Fuck jagi", I whimper, loving being inside her

She touches my face softly, "Kiss me baby"

"Always", I say, leaning down and capturing her lips with mine

Pulling back, I go back in quickly, stretching her out, feeling her cunt clench me hard

She moans in my mouth as I move, thrusting in and out

Her hands lay flat on my back, so very slowly moving up and down, sending heat through every nerve she touches

I move into her harder, my strokes going in deeper, hitting her spot, making her cry out

"Baby", she moans, her arms moving to wrap around my neck, fingers in my hair as her mouth finds mine again

Moving my arms around her, I hold her to me, the pleasure so fucking amazing as I move

"Yoongi!", she cries, breaking the kiss, her head back into the pillows, "I'm gonna cum!"

I press kisses to her neck over and over, plunging my cock inside her, wanting her to feel so good

She throbs around me so fast and I tell her, "Cum fff..for me"

"Yoongi!", she screams, falling over the edge, her small body shaking under me, her arms clinging onto me

"Ffff....Jo! Jagi!", I cry, as unbelievable ecstacy slams into me and I cum hard

"Yes Yoongi", she murmurs in my ear as I yell her name, "Fill me baby. God you feel so fucking good coming inside me"

"Fuck", I moan, as her lips kissing my shoulder

She always tells me I feel good when I cum and I'm glad I can at least make it pleasurable for her until the end

When we both finished, she helps me lay down next to her, coming into my arms immediately

She lays her head on my chest, her body intertwining with mine and holding on like a koala

I smile, cuddling her, kissing the top of her head

"I love you Yoongi", she says, taking my free hand, intertwining our fingers and kiss the back of mine

"I love you Joanne", I answer, kissing the top of her head, "Thank you. jagi. I don't say say say it enough bbbb...but thank you ffff..for being. with me. For ssss..staying with m e. For love..love..loving me"

She lifts her head, pressing a kiss to my lips, and I kiss her back

"I will always be with you naekkeo. Always love you", she says, "You're my everything. My sun, my moon, my stars, my heart. My naekkeo"

I smile, "You're my world Jo. My life. My jagi"

She nods, "Always naekkeo"

"Always", I tell her

We kiss again, a sweet soft kiss, then settle in bed for the night

And I close my eyes, falling asleep right where I belong

With my jagi

[makethatelevenrings]

Also funny you’re literally on your high horse about people writing for white characters when you yourself write for Jason Todd, who is white. Sorry but no one owes you anything. “Why don’t you write for Sam Wilson” because maybe they don’t want to. Stop making a fuss and just take steps to curate the content you wanna see like everyone else. It’s not a race thing it’s just how fandom works. If you can’t handle that, don’t be a part of it.

I know this comes from the same person so I just want to address this:

I am white. I benefit from the racial systems of oppression that dominate society and, therefore, it is my duty to work constantly to unlearn the systematic racism and prejudice that has been instilled in me. I have always seen myself on screen, in books, as superheroes, in history books, etc. I have never had to doubt my place in society because society has been built to cater to my race. My writing will at times reflect my race because I do fall into the same patterns of thought that I was raised with. But I will always welcome and encourage people to call me out if I fail to diversify my writing.

When we are writing works of fiction that are supposed to include everyone and we fail to recognize or include BIPOC, we have continued to uphold the societal norms of racial oppression. Fiction is a representation of our life and society and we, as white people, must make a conscious effort to consistently educate ourselves about unlearning our biases, being anti-racist, and amplifying the voices of activists who have already said these things.

This conversation is nothing new in fandoms. It is been said in every fandom space I have ever been in and I have been in fandom spaces for over a decade now. You state that "It’s not a race thing it’s just how fandom works" in response to me pointing out how people amplify a white character in a black character's tag. You failed to see the point of my argument and for that, I regret that I haven't done more work to educate my fellow white writers enough. It is not the duty of BIPOC creators to constantly have these conversations with you. They do not deserve the extra emotional labor and time you are asking of them. There are hundreds of resources out there and yet you refuse to engage with them, simply because of your pride and refusal to acknowledge the structures of power that exist in everything, yes, even in fanfiction.

I will not block the tag because, if requested, I will write Sam Wilson. I love Sam. I think he is a fucking amazing character with such a strong moral code and driven determination. I think he is an excellent Captain America and I'm very excited to see what future projects will include him. I regret that you have not been able to view him as the incredibly nuanced and deeply rich character that he is. I hope, in the future, instead of becoming reactive and offended by someone calling you out on your privilege, you pause for a moment and consider how you have upheld the power structures in place and, instead of lashing out, you seek to educate yourself.

And if you don't like it, you can always just block me <3

[ms-scarletwings]

Honest Moment, Semi-Big Announcement: No More Media Musin’ Mondays (in name only)

I just haven’t been able to get out of the block of finishing my drafts backlog for so long. I started wondering what my problem was but like,, it’s not actual block. I’ve been dumping media takes left and right, proving I can do long posts for fandoms and throw in pointers to underrated little nuggets at the same time. In fact I feel like I’ve been doing plenty of that for the past couple months just in absence of formally including it as part of some weekly or bi-weekly series quota. Juggling regular posting, the creature fridays, and a project like that as a hobby of love just wasn’t as realistic as I’ve been pretending it to be

and honestly, this has been the status of this blog for a good while now since I started getting so back into Invader Zim and devoting a ton of analytical writing energy there. I still think I can find it in me in the future to get Creature feature fridays back on the tracks, and don’t think any of this is in relation to it just because MM’M was supposed to originally be its sister “thing”. If anything this kind of frees me up a lot to focus on that as the only bi-weekly write up, while letting the media takes of all kinds keep coming through as they’ve been.

Unrelated reason but still one the same, no one looks at or really followed those mini writes anyway. And that’s totally expected and no real one’s fault. Most of those were posted to my old blog, which is still stuck in the glitched-or-shadow-banned purgatory of being outside the reach of the already broken search functions of this hellsite. And I had virtually no presence here whatsoever back when I started those even then. I’m just ready to kind of get this self-imposed weight off my chest and keep moving ahead with what seems to work for now. You wanna know what I think about specific fictions, feel free to drop an ask or just search by fandom specific tags on my blog. You wanna encourage me to keep barfing about some specific game or character or analysis I’ve already touched on, you feed these brain worms and just see what might pop out and surprise you one day. We’re here for the fun of it at the end of everything, ye?

Peace to you, side “series” ✌️

[osmoticeel]

rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. then tag ten people.

I wasn’t tagged and I don’t tag people but if anyone does this because of me please @ me in it! I wanna see what you have to share ✨

All of these are WIPs to varying degrees. Also very few of my WIPs have names 😅 I'm posting this in the hope that it encourages me to work on more than just the ultralong ones.

Twilight (the Enterprise episode) (Hoshi/T’pol)

T'pol's reflection in the mirror above the dresser is unfamiliar - her hair is long, and while she slept hairs have come loose and frizzy from the braid down her back. The defined edges of her face and body have softened ever so slightly, though she doesn't feel weak. Her eyes look wider, maybe a little unfocused - or a little crazed.

She's aged – not much, but a noticeable amount. Last night, she was sixty-four years old, first officer of the Enterprise. She was on her way to engineering, taking short, measured steps on unsteady feet, deep breaths, vertigo making the walls close in. The floor lurched – a spatial anomaly or her own perception? – she fell, and— and— nothing.

She steps closer to the mirror, trying to make sense of the gap between her image of herself and the woman in the mirror, and notices a note on the dresser. The paper is beginning to yellow with age, but the formal Vulcan handwriting is undeniably hers.

T'pol, daughter of T'les, know that I am you, though you have forgotten me.

Emergent Properties (Hoshi/T’pol, Vox Sola)

Hoshi knew her vices all too well, and she never considered pride to be one of them.

She took pride in her work, yes, because she was hardworking and focused and believed nothing was worth doing that wasn’t worth doing right. But she was also (consciously, willfully) friendly, and helpful, and humble. She didn’t like being wrong, but she was happy to accept it as something she could learn from. She knew what she didn’t know.

And yet none of that seemed to matter.

The Vulcan Word for Love (Hoshi/T’pol)

“How do you say I love you in Vulcan?”

T’pol’s mouth is dry, and she freezes, unable to do anything but stare, feeling like an ambushed gormagander. She is not prepared for that question. But it is not the Vulcan way to lie, and so she tells the truth as she knows it:

“We don’t.”

She feels Hoshi sag in her arms. There’s a part of her that wants to draw Hoshi in closely, to say T’pol can try to be human for her. There’s a part of her that can feel, intensely, how those words hurt, not for the explicit meaning itself, but for everything implied by it. And what those words imply is equally clear, echoed across the bond they share, etching itself into T’pol’s mind like acid.

Vulcans do not love to begin with.

It is extremely fortunate that Vulcans require little sleep, because even as she tries to meditate in Hoshi’s arms, she finds herself drawn back to that thought. It haunts her with the fiery intensity of all Vulcan emotions, until morning.

These Are the Voyages (gen, Voy/Ent crossover)

“It’s not educational, it’s an adventure that just happens to be based in historical fact.” Harry paused to smile knowingly. “And besides, I think you’ll find you like history a lot better when you’re a part of it.”

Tom raised his eyebrows and went back to eating.

B’elanna slid in between them and, without asking, picked up the padd and started reading it. “These Are The Voyages: A Holographic Window Into History.” Harry tried to grab the padd out of her hand, but she held it up in the air away from him and continued reading the description with a dramatic flourish. “Relive the thrill of battle, the intrigue of diplomacy, and the awe of exploration. Join the crew of the NX-01 Enterprise, Starfleet’s first warp 5 vessel,” she let out a small snort, “on humanity’s first steps into deep space.”

Time After Time (Paris/Kim)

It was a formulaic sort of conversation, a lecture Harry could have heard from his own father. Start with flattery – “You’re such a promising young officer,” – then veiled threats – “I’d hate to see you ruin your career,” – then actually get to the heart of the matter – “but that Tom Paris is bad news.”

Figures. Harry never had good taste in men. Luckily his common sense was usually stronger than his heart. His mother raised him right, he might say. It still smarts every time.

Harry was so distracted that he almost didn’t notice when the very object of his frankly juvenile brooding slid into the seat across from him, sloshing a bowl of slightly pink tomato soup as he set it down.

“There, you see? I told you it wouldn’t take long.”

Tom was bitter, even more bitter than the Starfleet replicators’ impression of tomato flavor. Apparently Tom never had a replicated tomato before, because, while Harry gripped the edge of the table at a loss for words, Tom took a sip and grimaced.

“Fourteen varieties, and they can’t even get plain tomato soup right.”

Harry might have told him there’s a reason for the fourteen varieties, that next time he should try the Bolian style, but Tom’s spoon clinked as he dropped it into the bowl, and Harry hated these conversations.

A Secondhand Truth (Paris/Kim)

“He misses you, you know.”

Harry was stunned, had been completely thrown off from his mental calculations of nebular dust decay. “Who?”

“Tom.”

“Oh. What do you mean?”

“He tells me you just canceled Captain Proton on him again, and now I see you here, hard at work on a problem that even I agreed is completely irrelevant. You didn’t have a fight, you’re just avoiding him.”

“He’s better off without me.”

“I beg to differ, he was much less insufferable when you still talked to him.”

Harry hadn’t seen that smile of Tom’s in a long time, the one he’d thought could burn out stars. He’d just imagined he saved it for B’elanna behind closed doors.

Fission (B’Elanna/Seven)

Janeway insisted, in her narrow scope, that human collectives and connections were no different. Humans were interdependent, she said; just look at the crew of Voyager.

Short-sightedness was an obvious result of living a single life, isolated from contradictory viewpoints.

Seven of Nine knew this much: the crew of Voyager was cacophonous. There was dissent. Members identified with two factions that warred with each other and only cooperated due to necessity. The captain had to command her crew and compel them to serve the needs of the whole, and punish those who didn’t, Seven of Nine included. It was intolerable. To be Borg was to know harmony.

Shuttlecraft 13 (Troi/Yar)

But she pitied Armus, as well. It was a heartless blob of hatred and anguish – negative emotions, but not pointless ones. They ought to be red flags the mind raises to alert itself to danger, that calm down when the situation passes. But there was no danger. Armus was trapped in a dark tunnel without an exit in sight. She wondered if anyone had ever tried to take it seriously. If she was going to die here, maybe she could talk it down.

“You want to play that game? That wasn’t meaningless at all. I know what you really want. Misery always wants to be shared. If you make someone else suffer, you think it’ll be worth something. It might at least mean you’re right. Well, that’s not how it works. It won’t ever make you feel any better. But if you let Will go, I’ll cry with you.”

Between Unforgiving Stars (Troi/Yar, someday)

“How deep does the rabbit hole go?”

T’ven frowned. “How is a small mammal relevant?”

“It’s an allusion to an old Earth story – Alice in Wonderland, in which a young girl falls into a rabbit’s burrow and discovers a world where everyone and everything is illogical. I was referring to its use in an old Earth movie, which asks ‘how deep the rabbit hole goes’ to refer to discovering concealed layers of confusing or incomprehensible truth.”

T’ven nodded, but she was obviously baffled.

“Perhaps a better way to say it would be, how many layers of deception are there?”

“Only the Tal Shiar can be said to know, though I doubt their left hand knows what the right hand is doing, to use one of your Earth expressions.”

Deanna smiled graciously. “You’ve studied human mythology.”

Waiting Game (Troi/Yar)

“Deanna,” Will said, and she could hear the unspoken, don’t. But he knew that if she’d visited his quarters, if she was so serious when she was so plainly uncomfortable, it must be important enough that she needed to say it for herself, no matter what.

“I don’t want you to think,” Deanna began, then swallowed, realized the way she was going to end that sentence – that I still have feelings for you – wasn’t fair, because her own feelings were out of her control, and the truth is she had no idea how she felt, not after the other day threw her off, but she wasn’t going to pressure herself to get her own feelings in order until she was well and ready. Instead she took a deep breath, steeled herself, and said the simplest truth she could manage: “I don’t want to pick up where we left off.”

Will sighed, crumpled slightly, but he almost seemed relieved. “I knew it was a matter of time before I had to hear it.” He took a deep breath. “I’m happy to have you as a friend, Deanna.”

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 13 - Flashbacks. Episode 3.

Evan: *I followed them inside, nervously fumbling at my shirt sleeve, quickly reaching the tv room with my eyes as we entered. But it was nowhere to be seen. The thing that was supposed to be in the pocket of the hoodie Andy was wrapped in. So where was it? Had Congo found it, or had I already moved it to a safer hiding place? I had just come by it the other day, and without much thought bought it. It had just felt natural, so for the first time since I started something with Andy, I didn't want to overthink things. I had just bought it, went home, but as Andy was home, I couldn't get to take it out of my pockets and hide it somewhere, while I could wait for the perfect moment to hand it over to him. But now… it seemed to no longer be in the hoodie? Was that why Congo had acted a bit weird? The thoughts were spinning round my head, and I didn't snap out of it till Congo stood in front of me, placing his big hands on my shoulder. Firmly.*

Congo: Alright, I placed Andy in the bathtub. And I also did us both the favour to place a toothbrush in his hands. *He smiled softly and gave my shoulders a few squeezes* Evan… how are you?

Evan: *I sighed deeply* I…. have no idea how to answer that question yet. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm certain about that at least.

Congo: *He smiled softly* Yes, about that… I found it, the ring. It fell out of the hoodie when I grabbed it. I pushed it under that chair *he pointed at one of the big leather chairs and smiled warmly* I don't wanna stick my nose too far ahead, but, as you know we do have certain rules of sharing at least the headlines with each other so we can always know what goes on, on both sides of our relationship. So I have to ask… is the ring what I think it is? And just to be clear, I would be more than okay with it if it was. *He smiled softly and looked at me with anticipation.*

Evan: Uh... *I glared backwards to see if the bathroom door was closed, and as I saw it was closed enough for Andy to not be able to hear anything I lowered my voice and answered in a shaky, nervous tone* Yes… I know we can't get married, as you two are already married *I frowned softly* but… I came by that ring… and… It just felt right. For the first time in my life. I didn't really think it through, so that's why I didn't tell you yet. I have had it a couple of days by now… but I just don't know when the right moment is? Life just seems to keep punching us in the guts, like tonight. *I frowned more* I just don't want him to look at the ring and be reminded of the night I crashed my bike, or the night you told me about the torture. I want it to be happy memory for him… he need more of those.

Congo: *He smiled softly* I can't disagree with that. However, I'm quite positive that you can turn any horrible day into a happy memory if you were to give him that ring. *He smiled encouraging and hugged me tight, padding my back a few times.* You have come such a long way Evan, I'm very proud of you. And I'm very proud of how strong you are, and how well you have dealt with everything after your parents were here, and now this incident tonight. We can always talk more about the thing with John, you and I… if you need to process it further? I have known for almost a year, and it still haunts me from time to time. I cant even imagine half of the pain John put him through, or half of the damage it did to Andy. But he is a survivor, and so are you. Even if you both can have days where you feel you can't even get out of bed. You will both get better, I have my faith in that. Andy is just a bit more complicated than you, due to what he suffered. But as long as we support him as much as we can, I'm sure he can bounce back from it all.

Evan: *I nodded softly and pulled away to light a cig* Thank you. *I blew the smoke out and couldn't help but notice Congo was observing my cig a bit too eagerly, so I gave it to him and lit myself a new one*

Congo: Thank you, I really needed that right now. *He sighed softly and smiled-* Evan, what I was trying to say was, I'm fully on board if you decide to hand him that ring… So don't worry about that at least, okay?

Evan: *I smiled in a 'thank you way, but then frowned softly* No, I guess all I have to worry about, is if he will even accept it.

Congo: *He frowned softly and shook his head* Normally I take you for a smart and confident guy, Evan… where is that person now? Of course he will accept it. You could serve it on a camel shit and he would still accept it. He loves you much more than I think you allow yourself to see. Evan, he is yours just as much as he is mine. There is no doubt in my heart he would accept it. You just gotta make peace with yourself, and the thought of being engaged to a man.

Evan: *I sighed softly and nodded* Yeah… I guess you are right.

Andy: *Suddenly he yelled from the bathroom* Congoooo!!

Congo: *Handed me the cig* Here, please take this… he still cant stand when I smoke. *He chuckled softly, and as he were about to head towards Andy he smiled at me softly* Now, find a proper place to hide that ring till you gather the courage to pass it on to him. I will be right back with our boy.

Evan: *I sighed softly and nodded with a small smile on my lips. And as I watched him enter the bathroom I quickly grabbed the ring from under the chair and hid it somewhere safe. I then let myself drop down on the bed, laying on my back as I noticed I still had two cigs in my hands. I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the smoke, and decided to kill both in the ashtray, just in time to hear Congo yell out my name... So I quickly joined them in the bathroom* Yeah, what's up?

Congo: *He was squatting down next to the bathtub, caressing one of Andy's hands softly* Andy was wondering if we could all 3 sleep together in the tv room tonight? He wanted me to ask, as he doesn't have the nerves to do it himself right now.

Evan: *I smiled softly at both of them and entered the room* Of course we can, Andy, you shouldn't feel bad about asking me for stuff like that. If you need both Congo and I tonight, of course we can make that happen. I just need to take a quick shower, I'm afraid one of the worst things that happened tonight was the fact that you rubbed a bit of puke off in my hair. So I'm quite smelly *I chuckled softly and caressed his mohawk gently* So if you can make room for me in there, maybe Congo could grab us some water and a blanket for himself while you and I wash up?

Andy: *He nodded softly, and I could start to see a little bit of hope in his eyes*

Evan: I'm not leaving, okay? I love you much more than that. Nothing you can say or do will make me ever want to leave you. Okay?

Andy: *He nodded softly and dried a few tears off his cheeks* Thank you…

Evan: *I shook my head softly* Never thank me for loving you, I do it for free. *I pulled off my shirt and my boxers, then pointed at the other end of the bathtub* I'm gonna come in now, just to warn you.

Andy: *Chuckled softly* That;'s not really a warning, but I do hope it's a promise *he never failed to bite his lips whenever he saw me naked, and it always gave me a fuzzy feeling inside. I was more than thankful he seemed to love what he saw.*

Congo: Alright, that's my cue to leave! *He winked at me and chuckled lightly* I'll go heat up some soup for all of us, at least Andy's stomach needs something light after the dinner escaped all over the lawn. And Evan, I think after a heavy talk like that, both you and I could need a boost of energy as well?

Evan: *I nodded agreeing and started washing my hair*

Congo: *He smiled warmly at both of us* I'll see you in the tv room 10 minutes from now.

Evan: *10 minutes later we were all tucked safely under two cozy blankets we shared, each paired up with a big bowl of creamy chicken soup. filling our empty stomachs. And I couldn't help but think, that despite all, it had been a pretty good evening. I couldn't deny that they both made me happy, well at least in my heart for now, stupid depression. I had a good life here, watching them both getting all lost in this nights sappy romantic comedy. Erkh, I had to admit, this one was even watchable for me. Andy had really brought out my inner softy. I chuckled to myself, and as they both looked at me curiously, I couldn't help but blush. That night we fell asleep cuddled against each other, all 3 of us. Life aint that bad after all, when you trap an Andy between a Congo and an Evan.*

[mervardent]

Let me braid your hair. Chapter 2 (and the last one)

Chapter 1 is here.

Nick on AO3: MervArdent

Ship: Albedo/Aether

Characters: Albedo, Aether, Paimon, Kaeya, Rosaria, Sucrose, mentioned Barbara

Tags: fluff, romantic fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, first love, friends to lovers, fluff and humour

Chapter 2

"You’re strangely quiet today."

Aether and Paimon were going down the Dragonspine. Albedo stayed in his camp. He said there’s some work he needs to finish.

"Is it really this strange? I don’t really talk a lot."

"Today you’re quiet even for your standards! Are you sure everything’s okay?" Paimon sounded worried.

"Yes, I’m just tired after yesterday, no problem. Thank you for asking."

"But you’re all red from this cold! Oh, Paimon hopes you won’t be sick."

"Yeah, me… me neither."

Aether definitely didn’t want Paimon to know what’s the true reason of this blush. The more he tried to think about anything else, the clearier he was seeing that moment from yesterday when Albedo leaned over him. What was his facial expression? It was hard to read someone like him. If Aether needed to describe it, the dominant emotion on his face was motivation, like he made an important decision. But beside this focused expression was some hesitation. It all took three seconds, but the Traveler was sure Albedo stopped moving for a brief moment, as if reconsidering all the pros and cons. Then he placed his hands on his cheeks, leaned in even more and-

"Finally some grass! We should go eat something warm!"

"Sure," answered Aether after a moment of trying to remember where he actually was right now. To be honest, he didn't even notice when they came down from the  mountain, and as soon as they headed towards Mondstadt, he thought back to the last night.

Aether had a total void in his head back then. He could feel and see every little thing, but he was completely unable to reflect on anything. Albedo’s fluffy hair tickling his neck. His surprisingly warm hands. Fast heartbeat. His lips on Aether’s lips.

And then… everything stopped. Albedo stepped back, looked at him for a moment and said it’s time to sleep. In the morning, Paimon talked for all three of them and Aether couldn’t explain anything. And Albedo staying there… why Aether felt as if he was avoiding conversation? Why, oh why he needed to be so mysterious?

And the worst of all of it was that Aether himself had no idea how to feel about it. Like... why? Just why.

He didn’t object when Paimon led him to the Good Hunter first to eat something warm – what he ordered, again? – or when she said it would be good to relax at Angel’s Share. He just performed all activities mechanically.

"Okay, are you really sure you didn’t hit your head? You had so many opportunities to call Paimon emergency food and didn’t use even one!"

"I can call you it, if you want."

"Of course Paimon doesn’t want to! But it’s not like you!"

He didn’t answer, just ordered something to drink and sat downat the table.

"Isn’t it my favorite traveler?"

Aether flinched as Kaeya showed up before him.

"Why the sad face? You’re not happy to see your friend?"

"Of course… I am."

"He’s like this since we’ve returned from Drangonspine!" stated Paimon, gesturing vividly.

"Oh? Why so?" Kaeya sat down in front of them, and this was the moment when Aether knew it will be a long and awkward conversation. He needed to think of a way to escape.

"Why are you here everytime I feel like drinking something?"

"Your cold words hurt my heart, my dear."

Forget it. He won’t escape. Just like Kaeya, Rosaria appeared out of a sudden. Thankfully, she looked at the cavalry captain, so maybe she didn’t notice him ye-

"You, on the other hand, are a surprise to some extent. What were you talking about?"

It really wasn’t his day.

"Nothing, just some greetings."

"Aether has a problem," said Kaeya, resting his chin on his joined hands.

"What problem?" Rosaria raised her eyebrow.

"That’s what he was about to say. Wanna hear it?" Kaeya took the mug from her hands and set it on the table, encouraging her to sit down next to him.

She rolled her eyes and did as he wanted.

"Whatever. At least I’ll can say Barbara I was doing sister’s duties by helping a person. So, what is it, Traveler? Someone needs to disapear?"

"N-no, nobody needs to… disapear." Aether shook his head, not knowing what to say. "I’m just tired after the commision…"

Paimon, Kaeya, Rosaria – nobody was buying it, and Aether knew he really needed to come up with something.

"…and… and my friend has a problem, and I don’t know how to help him, that’s all!"

The worst excuse possible. But what’s said can’t be unsaid, so he could as well go with it.

"Well, maybe we will know how to help your friend. Three heads are better than one." Kaeya said it without stammering, as if he really believed Aether’s lie.

"Four heads! Don’t forget Paimon!"

"Why this accusing me of bad will? I forgot to count myself." Kaeya smiled mischievously. "So, Aether? What problem has your friend?"

"Well… This friend of mine has another friend. He really likes this friend, enjoys spending time together, he loses track of time when they talk with each other."

"Sounds pretty nice. Right, Rosaria?" Kaeya looked at the nun.

„Don’t get me involved in this. I’m trying to enjoy my wine."

Aether braided his fingers, then looked on the table. Awkward. So awkward.

"So… everything is good between them. Or rather… my friend thought so. But sometimes he feels… different. Sick when he isn’t sick. He has this weird feeling in his chest. Especially since his friend did something… unexpected. Since then, my friend doesn’t really know what to think about it anymore. And he-"

"Lord Bartobas, I can’t take it anymore. You’re in love, you idiot!" Rosaria slammed her mug on the table.

"Shh, don’t be too harsh, it’s his first time, he’s pure and innocent. Continue, my dear, continue." Kaeya definitely enjoyed all of it, but was hiding it quite well.

"I said it’s about my friend!"

"Yes, yes, of course it is. Continue."

"Well…" Why he needed to blush so much? Why he needed to blush at all? Stupid cheeks, stupid blood. „That’s all, really. My friend isn’t sure what to do with his friendship, and how he feels about it."

"So, your friend likes this other friend, right?" Kaeya's gaze was piercing through him.

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"Well, very much, I guess."

"Did your friend told this other friend all these things he said to you and then you to us?"

"…I don’t think so."

"Friends should be honest with each other, don’t they? Your friend should tell his friend how he feels."

"I think… you’re right. I…" Aether stood up. "I will give him your advice… now. Thanks, you two! Bye!"

"Hey! Wait for Paimon!"

Kaeya slowly drank his drink as Aether run out of the tavern, followed by the fairy trying to catch up with him. To be honest, he was a little surprised how fast could move someone so short. Maybe magic of friendship?

The captain put down his mug.

"If I remember correctly, our conversation with Albedo took place on Wednesday, and it’s Tuesday today. It’s less than a week, my dear. I won."

Rosaria mumbled something as she started to looking for some mora.

"Almost. I must admit, I underestimated this alchemist. But it was a stroke of luck." She looked at him while giving the agreed amount of money.

"If you want to think so."

 Meanwhile, Aether escaped Paimon and headed towards Albedo’s lab. He had just a slight idea of what he was doing, but was sure he should go there now when he still had enough courage. In the worst case… well, he can cange his identity and go to Fountaine, Natlan or wherever people from Mondstadt wouldn’t fidn him. Especially Albedo.

"It’s stupid, so stupid… Oh, Sucrose!" He stopped abruptly. Sucrose squealed as she squeezed the files of documents tighter. "I-I’m sorry for scaring you! Could you tell me if Albedo is still there?" He pointed at the door to the lab, which she had just closed behind her.

"No problem, I am the one who should be more careful!" The files were the only thing that was stopping her from gesticulating." And yes, master Albedo is still there. To be honest, he came back from Dragonspine just an hour ago and now is organizing the results of- Oh, right, he can tell you it himself." She looked worried at him. "Did something happen?"

"Not at all, I just… I just want to talk to him, that’s all."

"Oh, okay." Sucrose smiled. "In this case, I think my lunch can take a little longer than usual."

"You’re the best."

"O-of course I’m not!" She walked away briskly, unskillfully hiding her face red as the reddest tomato.

Aether took a deep breath. He needed to open this door. Sucrose saw him. She could say Albedo he was there. Albedo… Albedo would know he chickened out. No, no turning back.

He entered the lab. After a moment, he noticed Albedo.

It didn’t look like Albedo noticed him, though.

Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do it.

He walked over to him. Sucrose was right – Albedo looked at a lot of sheets of paper with drawings, calculations and a lot of text that didn’t make any sense to Aether.

"Hi-"

"Wait a moment."

So he waited. One minute. Two minutes. He looked down at Albedo's focused face involuntarily. At the lock of hair on his forehead. At his narrowed eyes, carefully studying the files. Were his eyelashes always so long?

"Done, at least for now. You wanted to say something?" Albedo raised his head.

"Right. So… It’s about yesterday." Aether couldn’t read anything from his face, but continued. There was no turning back. "Why did you do this?"

Albedo raised his eyebrow.

"Did what?"

The Traveler blinked in confusion. Terrified, he doubted everything ... No, he remembered the star on Albedo's neck perfectly well. No chance.

"Well, when I… you… Remember when I braided your hair?"

"I do. And? What’s about it?"

He had to be joking.

"Well…" Aether felt how his cheeks were getting warmer. Think of something! "I didn’t finish, remember? And… and your hair are really a mess right now!"

Thankfully for him, it was true. Albedo could really forget about the whole world when something caught his attention, including himself.

"Sure. I have a few minutes, after all."

Seconds later, both of them were sitting just like last night, as if they returned to this moment and everything between was just some filler. Aether was brushing Albedo’s hair, not sure what to say. Maybe the alchemist thought kissing someone was just like hugging them or shaking hands? No, no way. It didn’t make any sense.

"Do you hate me?"

Aether stopped, thinking he misheard. But no, Albedo definitely waited for an answer, and the tension was hanging in the air like the heaviest hammer in the world.

"Why would I?"

"For kissing you."

Aether has never been so happy before that someone couldn’t see his face.

"So you knew what I was talking about!"

"Yes, I did."

The Traveler resumed brushing the hair of the alchemist.

"No, I don’t hate you. But I would like to know why you did it."

"I like you. More than anyone I’ve met before. No, that’s incorrect. Probably there are some people I like or liked just as much, but in a different way. Yes, a totally different way. But I shouldn’t do something like this without asking you. I’m… sorry."

"No problem. To be honest, today I came to a conclusion I can also like you like this." Aether started braiding Albedo’s hair.

"Is that so? And… what do you want to do with it?"

"No idea, but I would like to find out it together with you. What about you?"

Aether was sure Albedo smiled. Sometimes you could feel things like this.

"I’m in."

Later, neither of them was sure how to explain to Sucrose and Paimon the origin of the red marks on their necks.

[potato-girl99981]

It’s crystalllll clear that you and the others are going into the “other 2’”s DMs trying to shame them for “making up rumours” when they’re not even the ones doing and it and have had super reasonable answers? literally saw multiple posts from both DOUBTING the asks that were coming their way

you all claim you don’t want drama and that you “blocked the two” or whatever but really it’s just that you don’t wanna see anything bad about the man you stan. keep up that pick me holier than thou attitude though

it’s laughable how much you act like them filling up his tag on tumble is some huge bad thing that has costs to the “fandom” or whatever i guarantee most of us are just watching with popcorn in our seats

I didn't block or dm anyone, I don't know about others. I can honestly say I've sent one ask asking that maybe creating a cycle of anon posting false info, encouraging them with their reactions and then getting another asks that clears everything up is good but I won't tell anyone to stop posting or worse, criticizing someone, valid criticism is the key to progress and I value it greatly. Also, yes I've seen people also doubt their asks, but those two situations coexist. I'm stating my opinion in a respectful way and I don't want to offend anyone, if any of my posts offended you anon, I'm sorry. I already commented about the fandom so I won't be repeating myself but I'm just saying to keep an eye on the actual facts and treat Gigi, Glen, Sydney and other users here with respect they deserve.

Have a nice day

[seita]

— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: repost from my other blog!

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things.

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right.

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did.

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked.

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing.

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you.

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in.

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats – one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk