#because he knew they chose him and he cant let them down

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

A great new interview dropped. Especially the last very personal part is worth watching. 💔

[ghostfacd]

IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS, HE’S A GENTLEMAN ! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. despite being in a world filled of childish boys, your boyfriend was definitely a gentleman, always putting you before him

AUTHORS NOTE. the third installment because we love tom blyth and yn avocot. I recommend reading part 1 and 2 for more context!

tomblyth “babe, do you think we’re together in every universe?” is that even a question?

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ynuser stoppp i didn’t know youd actually take the question seriously

user1 get you a man like tom blyth bc oh my god

user2 idk what yn did to manifest him but i need her ways

user3 ugh idk what he’s doing with her lol he could do so much better

➥ user4 well someone had to say it..

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You didn’t understand how some people on the internet can be so . . . mean. Although there have been countless of fans cheering you and Tom on, it didn’t make it any less hurtful that there were still a ton who weren’t scared to be open about how much your boyfriend could do better.

It’s ironic; you think. They’re claiming they’re looking out for Tom, yet totally disregarding him and his girlfriend as human beings? Those weren’t real fans.

The reason for them hating you so much? Just for simply being with Tom. Everybody wanted him, that was your crime.

Everytime you got lost in your thoughts about this topic, Tom knew. Boyfriend instincts, he called them, but really, he was just a caring and observant person.

You tried not to break down over it, you really did, but a girl could only go on for so long before it all bursts out. Luckily, Tom pulls you right in, telling you to let it all out.

Although the world was filled with childish and hurtful beings, Tom Blyth was still who he was, a gentleman, attending to your every needs.

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tomblyth really dgaf if you like my girlfriend or not cause i do and that’s all that matters

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user5 im cryinf the polaroid he has of her

user6 YES REAL MEN STAND UP FOR THEIR GFS

user7 ALL THE PICS HE HAS OF HER 🥹🥹

tomblythswife oh to be yn avocot and be loved by tom blyth

rachelzegler tell ‘em 🙊

user8 she doesn’t even comment on the posts he makes abt her, so self centered lol

➥ ynuser I’m right next to him rn?? cant say the same thing about you “lol”

➥ user9 OH SHE ATE YOU UP @/user8

tomblyth_daily here are some clips of tom talking about his relationship in his new interview! GET YOU A MAN THATS LIKE TOM BLYTH 🗣️🗣️🗣️

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user10 the way he’s so passionate when talking about her and being a good boyfriend, God I hate being single

user11 “they’re not even that cute” STFU AND GO WATCH THIS INTERVIEW CAUSE ??

user12 tom blyth said put aside your nonchalant attitudes, im looking at YOU MEN 🫵🫵

ilovetomblyth he’s so boyfriend it actually hurts

user13 yn must’ve saved a continent in her past life to be dating tom blyth omg

ynuser girls, before you have a meltdown over a boy: think of what balleona laurent would do. kiss and manipulate coriolanus!

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tomblyth you kiss and manipulate me too

➥ ynuser you’re gonna get me CANCELLED

user14 literal unbothered icon i love her

user15 if i were her id post a tiktok with that audio “he chose me he don’t want you”

iloveyn SHES SO FUNNY

lionsgate us when behind the scenes photo of balleona 😻

➥ user16 lmao stop who’s the admin of lionsgate

user17 balleona is such a bad person but oh is she hot

tomblyth she was like a shot of espresso

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ynuser i love u more than words can describe blyth

user18 ok who’s cutting onions

user19 GIRLS, GUYS, THEY THEMS, STOP SETTLING FOR BARE MINIMUM WHEN TOM BLYTH LITERALLY CALLED HIS GF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO, GIVES HER FLOWERS EVERYDAY, AND TALKS ABT HER ALL THE TIME IN HIS INTERVIEWS

➥ user20 YELL IT HARDER SISTER 👐👐👐

user21 this is so dark academica im inlove with u guys

user22 parentssss

rachelzegler my favorites

ynuser SNOW LANDS ON TOP LOSERS

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tomblyth yn, i love you but

➥ user23 LMFAOO when he doesn’t finish his sentence

user24 the second pic thank u yn

joshandresrivera on top of u maybe

➥ user25 IM DYING OML

user26 thank you to lionsgate for casting the most hottest villain couple ever

[yandere-daydreams]

jason strikes me as the member of the family that holds out the longest and acts as the closest form of protection to a kidnapped darling-sibling that they eventually feel "comfortable" enough going to him as defense or a buffer from the others. until this inevitably leads to them alone one night and maybe they've allowed themselves more comfortable clothing (read: less coverage than a convent's dress code) and he gets a glimpse of skin as he glances down at his darling-sibling leaning against him. and is it hot in here? more than usual? it cant be the blanket it's been there a while without issue. and then darling-sibling makes the mistake of looking up at him, with big, innocent eyes and the most adorable pout.

i mean, everyone else has treated you so callously, like a piece of meat meant to be ravaged, jason would never! when he touches them, it's with nothing but gentle yet firm hands, like handling a baby bird. and he knows he makes you feel safe, imagine if he could make you feel MORE. something even more pleasurable than calm and secure? what if he could bring you ephoria and ecstacy? he's not thinking about what you would be doing to him, oh no, this is TOTALLY 100% altruistic big brother doing what a big brother should for his darling younger sibling who's needed him so much all this time. of course he'd be needed here too.

i got carried away.

word count: >1.0k.

tw: implied non/con, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, and overall freak behavior.

He was doing this for your sake.

You didn’t know that. He’d tried to tell you, but you’d refused to listen – just cried and whined and clawed at his chest as he positioned himself above you, his body between your legs and a hand planted on either side of your head. He could still see your mouth moving, recognize that wet, glazed-over look in your eyes, but whatever sentiments managed to make it past your trembling lips were long underneath the sound of his own heart beating in his ears, the rattle of the air in his lungs as he struggled to keep his breathing even, to stay composed. If he panicked, rushed, you’d only get more scared and, well, he didn’t want you to be scared. Not of him. Not of what he was going to do for you.

With an airy sigh, he leaned down, leaving that much less space between your form and his. The shirt you’d borrowed from him (a sight too familiar to still send the pang of warmth through his chest it had the first time you smiled so shyly and asked if you could borrow something a little more comfortable than the pitch-black turtlenecks and baggie sweaters you chose to pile on around the rest of his family) was a size too big, prone to sliding down your arm, and he buried his face in the dip of your shoulder, letting his lips ghost over your unprotected skin. The hem had ridden up, leaving your side vulnerable, exposed. His hand fell to your waist, and—

Fuck.

You were softer than he thought you’d be.

Bruce would’ve been too cold, too busy pretending to be unaffected to savor the feeling of your unscarred, unhardened skin against his calloused fingertips, and Dick wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from tearing you apart. Jason, though – he kneaded into your hip, your thigh like you were the most delicate thing on the face of the planet because, even if he rolled his eyes when Tim explained that it was the Wayne family’s duty to protect you, you were. He was different from his brothers, from Bruce, from the rest of the manor. He knew what it felt like to break everything he touched, which meant he was the only one who could do this without breaking you.

He pressed a kiss, gentle and impulsive, into the corner of your jaw, then the side of your neck. This time, he heard the ragged sob that tore past your lips, felt your blunt nails rake over his back with enough force to break the skin. He stifled a throaty groan, ignored the way his cock pulsed behind the suddenly constraining material of his sweatpants – instead, he focused his attention on you, on pressing open-mouthed kisses into your collarbone. It took more self-restraint than it should’ve not to leave a mark, not to bite down and make sure anyone who looked at you would who’d put their claim on you, but self-indulgence could wait until you blinked up at him with those teary, glossed-over eyes and asked him to protect you from the rest of his family, the rest of the world. Caught up in his fantasy, he let his grip tighten, let his thumb press into your thigh with too much force, and you cried out, the noise cracked and helpless in a way that made him love you just a little more. “Jason, please, I don’t want to—”

He hushed you with an airy chuckle, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I know, baby bird, I know. You can just lay back and relax. I’ll try to make it fast. And fun, too, even if you’re gonna keep pouting like that.” He sighed, then smiled against the base of your throat. “It’s better like this. The other guys – they’d be too rough, and you’re too fragile for something like that.”

He pulled back, already grinning down at you. “This’ll be your first time, right? Don’t you want your favorite big brother to help you through it?”

You only sobbed louder in response, but he didn’t mind. This wasn’t for him. He didn’t have to enjoy it.

He was doing this for your sake.

Maybe, by the time he was done, you’d be a little more thankful.

[specialagentlokitty]

141 x teen!reader - skill set

Could you do a teen!reader × Task Force 141 where they were tasked to find a hacker that hacked their base and they found that it was the teen!reader? - Anon💜

For a hacker 141 we’re expecting them to be a bit more hidden, but a high school in a smallish town?

That wasn’t what they were expecting.

“I’ll admit it’s a good cover…” soap mumbled into his comms.

Everybody had split up when they reached the school, Lawsell was back at base tracking the connection and the task force were hoping to surround the hacker.

“Don’t forget this bastard is responsible for shutting down base.” Ghost replied.

“Well yeah, there is that.” Soap shrugged.

“Soap’s right though, the whole world to hide and they chose a small town high school? Clever.” Gaz mused.

Soap grinned at someone agreeing with him and Price and Ghost rolled their eyes.

They were discreetly checking all the classrooms through the doors before moving on, occasionally stepping aside as a student or another teacher passed by.

“Got anything?” Price whispered into his comms.

Laswell was quiet for a moment before she finally replied.

“You’re closer to the signal, down the hallway second room on the left.”

“Right, everybody on my location.”

Price quickly and quietly makes his way over to the door, Gaz was next with Soap and ghost not that far behind.

They all shared a look before nodding and Gaz quietly looked through the window in the door.

“Just one person, what looks to be a student…” he whispers.

“That cant be right… a student?” Soap whispers back.

“Laswell as you sure this is the right room?” Ghost asks.

“It’s where the signal is coming from.” She replies.

The four men share another look before slowly entering the room.

The creak of the door gave them away and you immediately looked up from the computer you were on, studying them for a moment, their faces, ghosts mask, their vests.

“Step away from the computer now.” Price warns.

Though his tone was sterns and left no room for argument, it was a little soften than if he was dealing with an adult.

They quickly surround the computer and Soap places his hands on the back of your chair, wheeling it away so Gaz and Ghost can inspect the computer you were on.

“Alright kid, what’s your name?” Soap asks.

“Uh… (Y/N).”

Soap nodded a little while Price walked off to speak to Laswell and possibly the principal.

“Am I in trouble…?”

“Well that depends on what we find, you like hacking things kid?” Ghost asks.

They didn’t need an answer because the sheepish apologetic look on your face told them all they needed to know.

Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the desk behind him as he looked over at you.

“How did you hack into our systems?” He asks.

His tone was no nonsense, he wanted to get straight to the point and know why you were messing with the base because it shouldn’t have been possible.

“I uh… I wasn’t trying to get your base I swear… I was hoping if I patched it up and fixed it fast enough no one would notice…” you mumbled.

“So if not the base then where?” Gaz said.

“I didn’t really have anything in mind I was just messing around…”

“Just messing around and managed to send our whole base into shutdown.” Ghost grumbled.

Before anyone else could say anything else Price came back and he gestured for to stand up.

“Let’s go kiddo, you’re going to fix the mess you created.”

You quickly nod, following behind him, the other three walking behind you.

The ride to their base was filled with them asking you the standard questions, your full name, age, family, where you learnt what you knew.

When they finally got you to the base you were guided to a room with a computer and a woman standing next to it and she gestures to it.

“Go ahead.”

Nervously you glance at the other four.

They all give you nods confirming that that’s what they wanted you to do so you immediately got to work.

They watched on a higher screen, watching as you typed in code after code to reverse what you had done by accident while whispering to themselves.

“They’re skilled…” Laswell whispered.

Price nodded his head in agreement.

“If a high school student managed to get in I’m sure a professional would have no trouble…” he mumbled back.

“Maybe the kid can make a better firewall or something?” Soap asked.

They all shared a look, it wasn’t a bad idea.

The five turned back to the screen and thought about what they were going to do about you, you were going to quickly become the most sought out person if people knew how skilled you were at coding and hacking.

They were going to have to make sure to keep a close eye on you and if possible recruit you to join their team because with your skill set their lives would be a lot easier

[kadwrites]

an introduction | T.S

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summary ; you meet your husband to be for the first time.

warnings ; angst, dysfunctional family ig? , arranged marriage trope. bad writing?

a/n ; is it good? is it bad? is it too long? who knows. thank you for the support <3 please let me know what you think!

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you hadn't left your room for the past three days. celest would be there , feeding you, holding you as you cried.

tonight though, you couldn't sleep because the sounds of your siblings yelling is keeping you away from the slumber you very much needed.

"you did what?"

oliver's brows furrow, his very pregnant wife , renee , sits beside him, her eyes open wide and a hand on her belly.

his mother tries to act like she didn't feel the guilt clawing at her heart , she sips her tea, "it's about time she got a husband."

"mum , what were you thinking? what has gotten into you?" his voice isn't loud, it isn't his usual roar, which is what concerned his wife. she puts a hand on his shoulder "you're forcing 'er to marry thomas shelby? are you fucking insane? have you lost your bloody mind?"

"im not forcing her to do anything, she agreed."

"after ya slapped 'er."

celest lets out a chocked sob at the mention of that

his mother's eyes are stern when they look up at him, resenting the fact that he brought it up

"she's a wild girl, she raised her voice at me"

"what did you expect 'er to do?" he got up, and his wife desperately tries to calm him down "lay on 'er back and open 'er legs?"

"to obey her mother."

"the mother that treated 'er own daughter like a piece of meat?" his jaw clenched, his hands shake "how could you do that? you didn't even tell us anything."

abraham is pacing around. his girlfriend ,anna stands in the doorway, watching this unfold. what else was she supposed to do?, its not like she can do anything. celest is sitting on a chair, her face buried in her hands as she cries. their father wasn't at home, he was out visiting his brother.

he's been avoiding this very incident like the plaque.

"when did this even 'appen?" abraham walks and stands next to oliver, both of them staring at their mother, his voice trembles as he tries to hold back whatever he had to say.

"why does it matter?" their mother slams the teacup on the table "it's already happened. what good is it going to do if we keep talking about it?"

"how long 'ave you been plottin' at this?" oliver's voice gets louder, his wife tries to get up but cant, abraham grabs his shoulder instead. "are you that desperate for money?"

"i did it-"

"for 'er ? securing 'er a future, yeah? is that what you tell yourself?" celest finally speaks, her face glistening with tears as she stands up

celest was always her mother's daughter. being the eldest, she always aimed to please her but when this happened, she couldn't even stand to look at her mother. she knew their mother was looking for a suitor ,she tried to reason with her, telling her how her younger sister would never agree, that she'll just yell and maybe even try to run away. celest never knew that the suitor her mother had in mind was thomas shelby, she never knew that he'd already agreed to all of this.

their mother's eyes move to celest, renee and anna share a look , and anna stands with her mouth covered. "this is not going to end well." ,they both think.

"what?"

"i said is that what you think you're doing? that you're doing whats best for 'er?" celest repeats "when you and i and everyone in this room knows who thomas shelby is, we know what he does, we know how he lives"

"he will take care of her." she raises her voice as well

"mother...." abraham warns, with his eyes closed. he knows the words she will say next would just anger everyone further

"i dont want her to end up like you! with a man that has you living in a piss poor excuse of a house, running after his spawn." her mother spits those words out like venom.

"i love 'im, i chose 'im, and i never ever regretted that decision, i never once complained,i never doubted his love or loyalty" celest walks closer "i will live a good life with a man who is good to me, an honest man. would she say the same about the husband you chose for 'er?"

"she will love him! she will grow to love him" she yells those words, as if she desperately wants them to be true.

celest lets out a chuckle , looking at her mother as if she was insane "do you not hear yourself? do you not hear how you sound?" then she moves even closer,"you're ruining 'er life!" celest cried, her screams sound through the whole house, abraham is now holding her back, as she squirms and thrashes "is this what you fucking want ? for your own child to live a miserable life?"

oliver left the living room at some point and he was inside your room now, somehow.

he crouched at the side of the bed, where you're laying on your stomach, cheek against the pillow and covers tucked up to your neck.

"i..." he tries to speak, he lets out a breath "i didn't know" he felt guilty for some reason, as if he could've stopped this.

"i know"

"you don't 'ave to say yes" he puts a hand on your head smoothing down your hair. oliver was never the one for affection, always awkward with it. "you don't. you can say no"

"i cant" you whisper back to him, your eyes look at him and they are once again filled with tears, your lips quiver

"yes you can"

"no i can't" you let out a sob "and you know that."

he just looks back at you, keeps on smoothing down your hair

"its not your responsibility to save them."

"it is now"

and he knew he couldn't change your mind, "she says he's comin' by tomorrow ,to see you."

silence ensues. you two just stare at each-other not knowing what to say

for the first time in his life, oliver the man with the biggest mouth, the loudest voice, the one who always fought you over that one spot on the table, doesn't know what to say. he has nothing to say.

he slowly gets up, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him gently.

and when that dreaded morning comes, you find yourself on your vanity chair, looking at your reflection in the mirror, your face still almost emotionless

celest stands behind you, brushing your hair,she's crying silently, and you just stare at the mirror

you knew that those steps belonged to your mother, you'd memorized how they sounded when you were a child , when you pretended to be asleep so she wouldn't know you'd stayed awake past your bedtime. she walks and stands next to celest, you don't look at her, you just stare at yourself.

celest puts the brush on the table and she walks away, she walks to the window, trying to calm down. your mother picks up the brush.

"i know you think im cruel, and that i'm selfish. but i did it for your sake." she speaks

this is the first time you'd even seen her since it all happened

your eyes dart up to her, she doesn't look at you, she just looks down at your hair as she brushes it.

"when your father got sick, i never thought we'd lose the farm too, we lost the very thing that gave us most of our money." she pauses for a second "i know this isnt how you wanted to get married, it was not an easy decision for me either"

"i don't love 'im" your voice is soft, its not angry

"love isn't everything, you don't need it to be content" she continues "i didn't love your father when i married him , but love follows"

"he is nothing like my dad"

your mother stops again "he's a hardworking man, he was in the war , wasn't he? just like yer father."

"my father was a farmer," she muttered "that's what you loved about 'im, what you've come to love. that he is a good man but the man you're marrying me off to isn't"

you sound like celest.

your words cut deeper than you thought they would, your mothers eyes close, she sighs "you're my youngest child and i want you to live a good life when me and your father are no longer here .a safe life. i dont want you to need a roof over your head or worry about money or food"

you don't want to argue , so you don't. you just let her brush your hair and neatly style it. she brings a box and opens it, inside it a golden necklace with a ruby as a pendant, she puts it on you, she smiles at your reflection

"i wore it when i married your father", maybe it will bless your marriage too, your mother thinks to herself.

you don't say anything, you just do what you're told. you were too tired to fight this anyways. you just wanted this day to pass

and then you hear it, your brother's voice as he greets him, despite his anger your oliver sounds polite. their voices are muffled but you hear them.

you mother walks you down the stairs and when you descend you see him, on the green sofa , talking to your father and your brothers and as if he could sense your presence his eyes dart up the stairs and he sees you.

you feel as if the whole house ran out of air, and as if your lung collapsed. you look back at him nonetheless as you walk down the stairs.

it feels as if their voices are distant as your family greets him, very welcoming and warm they sound but you can't process a word. you just look at him. you think you mumbled a greeting too, you're not sure.

he got up when you entered the living room, he looks you up and down but only for an instant and then his eyes go back to yours. you cannot see any emotion on his face.

you sister stands at your side, renee on the other, they sit with you between them on the couch facing him, the rest of your family scattered around the room but you didn't look at them, too busy looking at the man you'll marry. it's almost as if you can visibly see the blood on his hands.

but when he speaks , you snap back into reality out of your trance

"its a pleasure to finally meet you."

his voice is deep, calm and collected. for some reason it sends a chill down your spine

"the pleasure is mine" you say back, as politely as you could.

slowly, person by person, your family leaves the room

you glance at the window, your brothers and father are outside smoking, pretending to not watch. celest, renee and anna are under the foyer.

your mother and mrs gray are in the kitchen, having tea, when did she come in here?, you didn't even notice her.

you lean back against the sofa, you stare at him just like he stares at you

"mind if i smoke?" he already has his cigarette between his lips , he pulls out his lighter

"no" you say curtly , you sit on the sofa in the most expensive dress you own, your newest heels,

he offers you a cigarette, you eye it. you hadn't smoked since your parents caught you smoking on the roof but they've disappointed you, so what if you disappoint them one more time

you pull a cigarette out, he passes you the light and you light it, then putting it out

he leans back as well, crossing his legs

"are you good with children? can you care for them?"

you nod, your cigarette hangs between your fingers"i 'ave one nephew and 4 nieces, one on the way too"

"i 'ave a boy"

his eyes give nothing away no matter how long you stared at him , looking for a crack in the mask

"what's his name?" you ask softly

"charles"

"how old is he?"

"four, he's turning five soon"

"is that why you're looking for a wife? to look after your son?"

"thats a part of it, yes" he exhales the smoke, he throws an arm around the back of the sofa

"what's the other part?"

"i need a wife and i want someone i can trust around my boy when im not around"

you nod , your eyes look away for the first time.

"do you feel like you can do that?"

you turn back to look at him

"i believe so , yes"

he nods, "are you being forced into this?" he's blunt. it doesn't take a genius to know that you're not happy, that you're reluctant.

"no, i'm not"

"i don't want to marry you if you're unwilling"

"i said i'm not ,didn't i?" you tried to hold back your tongue, but you couldn't

his brow raises at this ,"you don't exactly look like you're content with your decision"

"is this an interrogation?" you ask, stubbing the cigarette on the ashtray that sits on the table. partly because the taste of it made you nauseous, having not had one in years. the other part annoyed and defensive

"i believe its called an introduction" a his face is still stoic, but his voice is betraying him, it's sounds as though he's amused.

you look up, you hate to admit it but you can't deny it. he looks handsome, in his expensive suit, his glasses, his cheek bones. celest was right, at least he is easy on the eyes

"an introduction, aye?"

"hmm"

you just look at eachother, you blink a couple of times, then lean back again.

"its my decision, mr shelby." you try to compose yourself, "it wasn't forced on me,"

he nods again,

"do you 'ave any conditions?"

"i do..." you lick your lips nervously "my father, he's sick"

"i will take care of his medical expenses" he nods before you could finish that sentence

"it would be nice if i could finish my own fucking sentences"

he lets out a dry chuckle, and you take it as a sign to continue

"he's never been properly checked , we don't know what exactly is wrong with 'im" you sigh "my only condition is that 'im and my mother would be looked after, financially and medically."

"they will be"

"i want it in writing" you hesitate but then say it anyways , you don't know if you can trust him, you don't care if you offend him.

he looks at you, his eye travel between yours "alright"

you let out a breath you didn't know you've been holding

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@tardisloverz , @optimisticsandwichgladiator

[hannieehaee]

Hey I love your fics thank you for your hard work 💗🎀✨ I have a fic request if you can do this........ Idol jun is FWB with co worker of same company but because of his schedules they can't meet eo. So they fuck eo in lift....

18+ / mdi

content: idol!jun x idol!reader, fwb dynamic, semi-public sex, friendly banter, afab reader, smut, fingering, kissing, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 953

a/n: i decided to go for idols in the same company bc thats fun for some reason<3 anyways so sorry i took literal months for get to this!!

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"you've got to stop doing this," you mumbled in between kisses, hands on his chest to keep him pressed up against the wall.

"me? you're the one who has me pinned," he argued back, not at all fighting back against his current position.

"may i remind you of last week when you had me bent over the couch in an empty office?"

god, even thinking about it had you wanting to drag him over to your apartment, damning any other schedule you had left for the day.

but no, this tiny window of time was the only part of the day in which you could see each other these days. well, see each other in this way. working within the same company, you actually saw jun more than you even saw your own family.

"don't remind me," he groaned, "wanted to take you home after that."

at least the feeling was mutual.

throughout your back and forth, the touches never ceased, and neither did the kissing. maybe you should've been more worried about being caught in the elevator, but to be fair, this one was only used my maintenance, who did not show up on weekdays. you were most likely safe from any intruders.

"well, you can't take me home. i'm mid comeback, i cant even see my home," you mumbled, hands unbuttoning his shirt.

"why are you getting me undressed if we have no time, then?"

"want a nice view. now shut it, moon," you grumbled, letting your hands feel up his sculpted chest.

he chuckled, but he mirrored your sentiment as he lifted up your tank top, giving himself the perfect view of your bra-less chest.

"fuck. no bra? at work?"

"all i have is fixing up some vocals and dance practice for today. didn't seem necessary," you replied as you kissed at his neck, "plus, i was expecting this."

"oh, so it's for my benefit?" his eyes and hands were glued to your tits, so yes.

you didn't dignify that with a response, instead moving onto his trousers, unbuckling them loose enough to get his dick out of his boxers and onto your needy hands. working him into full hardness wasnt hard. all it usually took was some lubrication from his precum and a few heavy kisses, both which you were already on.

"hmph, baby, c'mon, against the wall," his large hands moved you, taking your hold away from his dick and placing you against the wall, back facing him.

you knew what was coming, so you let your ass stick out a bit, wiggling it teasingly to dare him to move on with it. the response you got was a groan and a hand sneaking between you and the wall to pinch at your nipple in defiance.

what followed after that was even more ruffling of clothes, leaving your lower half uncovered and ready for him.

"god, i love taking you like this. are you wet enough, baby?" he asked despite checking for himself a mere seconds later, finding the wetness between your legs dripping down the inside of your thighs, "fuck, all this from kissing?"

you could hear the smugness in his voice, but you chose to ignore it. it was true, you were feeling incredibly needy and sensitive. all you wanted right now was for him to be inside you. so you did what you knew he wanted from you.

you begged.

"please, junnie ... need it so bad."

he nosed at your ear, kissing at it before finally entering you, groaning directly into your ear at the tightness surrounding him.

"god, how are you this tight every fucking time," he sighed out, "so fucking good for me."

then the senseless slapping of skin began, his hips canting against your ass as you used your weakened arms to hold yourself up against the wall. the position was slightly uncomfortable, but the feeling of jun filling you up so perfectly distracted you from any discomfort.

"f-faster, junnie," you pleaded.

and as per usual, your wish was his command. his hips sped up, just as his fervor doubled. the time crunch added to the shared desperation, creating a disgusting harmony of muffled moans and sweaty skin slapping in the small elevator.

jun's hand made its way away from your hip and found a place in your front, long fingers squeezing and circling at your swollen clit. your eyebrows furrowed, and you had to bite your hand to avoid the scream you wanted to let out. jun sensed it and chuckled breathlessly into your hair, to which you responded by squeezing around him.

your battle to make the other cum came to a crescendo almost simultaneously. it was you who lost this round, choking on hiccuped moans as your high invaded your body.

"god, baby, that's so fucking tight. gonna cum too, shit. take it for me, yeah?"

and that's how he filled you up, hips never giving up until he gave you his very last drop.

when he pulled out, you turned around again, only to be caught in another heavy kiss. the two of you indulged in it for a bit before your phone began ringing, making a groan separate you.

"it's probably my manager," you sighed, ignoring the call, "i have to go. i need to stop by the bathroom to clean up the mess you left in me," you feigned annoyance as you made quick work of fixing your clothes.

"you literally asked for it."

true, but complaining was still fun.

you helped him get dressed too, giving him one last peck as a goodbye before peeking outside for any passerby's.

"we're in the clear," you turned to him, "tomorrow, same time?"

he chucked, "i'll be waiting."

[click4rainy]

Hiiii I’d like to request a Johnny/Fem!reader like they’re in a relationship, and she’s been getting hate online bc she’s chubby and it’s starting affect her self confidence and Johnny does NOT let that slide!! Like so much fluff and angst (and perhaps even smut too)

Ugh I love the vision of Johnny Cage with a chubby girl!!!

In love with every curve

👽: I love this idea lots. Like yeah you’re right…he WOULDN’T let that slide... (He’s so golden retriever coded— UGHHHH//Not proof read, i’m messy ��😩)

❌:Not Proof Read

🖇️: Johnny Cage x F!ChubbyReader fic

⚠️:NSFW, attempted angst, self deprecation, fluff, body worship, some titty play, thigh riding, a bit of finger fucking, face riding, super sappy—cutesy, lovey-dovey happy ending :)

★ It started as little comments. You brushed them off because, hey, not everyone can like you. You knew that. But over time, the snide remarks, the cruel messages—they stuck.

★ “Why is Johnny with her?,” “She’s a bit chubby for him, isn’t she?,” “Imagine being her and knowing your boyfriend could do better.”

★ You used to laugh at them, rolling your eyes and scrolling past. But lately, it felt like those words were weaving themselves into your thoughts. Every mirror you passed felt like a reminder. You started wearing baggier clothes, pulling at the fabric around your stomach when you thought no one was looking.

★ Johnny noticed. Of course he noticed.

★ It was subtle at first. But he began to see how you hesitated before posting photos together, or how you covered up even when it was just the two of you. He’d catch you frowning at your reflection, smoothing your hand over your sides with a sigh you thought was silent.

★ And Johnny didn’t like that. Not one bit.

★ One evening, you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone when Johnny plopped down next to you, dramatically throwing his arm around your shoulders.

★ “Hey, babe, look at this,” he said, holding up his phone with a grin. It was a selfie the two of you had taken at the beach last weekend. You thought you looked awful. But Johnny? He was beaming at it like it was a masterpiece.

★ “Ugh, Johnny. I don’t even know why you posted that,” you muttered, tugging your sleeve over your hand. “I look so…”

★ His head snapped toward you. “So?”

★ You chewed on your bottom lip, eyes fixed on the floor. “I just… I don’t get it. Everyone’s right. You could have anyone, Johnny. And instead, you’re stuck with me.”

★ Silence.

★ Johnny gently pried the phone from your hand and set it aside. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up so you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. His eyes, usually so playful and teasing, were soft but serious.

★ “First of all, stuck with you?” he repeated, like he couldn’t believe the words even came out of your mouth. “Sweetheart, I chose you. Every day. I choose you. And if you think for one second that a couple of faceless people online know better than I do about the woman I love, we’re gonna have a problem.”

★ Your eyes burned, but you tried to blink it away.

★ Johnny’s hands slipped from your cheeks to your waist, his fingers pressing gently into your sides. “You know what I see when I look at you? I see the person who makes me laugh until my sides hurt. The person who steals all the blankets but makes up for it by cuddling into me. The woman who looks so damn good in every outfit that I literally lose focus sometimes.” He smirked at that, squeezing your waist just a little.

★ You let out a soft, shaky laugh. “You’re just saying that.”

★ “Hey, hey... look at me, baby.” His deep voice was low and earnest, filled with a conviction that couldn’t be denied. “I'm not just saying this shit, okay? I fucking mean it. Every word.”

•••

★ “You know what your curves do to me. I love every inch of you.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “People cant stand a perfect match that was made in heaven. They’re jealous baby, they wish so baddd that they were us, that they had a happy, loving relationship…”

★ A soft, uneven breath leaves your lips as you feel your shoulders relax, unable to stop yourself from melting into his embrace. “You think so…?”

★ “I know so. With every fiber of my being, Princess,” Johnny murmured, voice low and sincere. “I'm fucking crazy about you. Don't let anyone ever make you doubt that.”

★ To prove his point, Johnny stood up and swept you up and into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom. Swiftly kicking the door shut behind you two before sitting at the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

★ He pulled you flush against him, crushing those soft curves to his harder planes while wrapping his arms around you possessively.

★ Johnny’s eyes roam over your face, taking in every delicate feature he had grown to worship. Those hypnotic eyes of yours. Your full, pouty lips that tasted like heaven.

★ His thumb brushed over your plump bottom lip, feeling the softness and warmth. Fuck, he wanted to devour your mouth, to kiss away every ounce of doubt and insecurity.

•••

★ “Mmmh,” he rumbled, stroking your hair soothingly. “You can’t let those fuckers get to you. They’re just bitter, pathetic assholes who can’t handle a real woman like you. A woman with a heart and a body made for loving and fucking.”

★ He began to kiss down your neck, sucking and nipping at your pulse point. “You hear me, baby? You’re perfect. You’re mine. And I’ll spend every goddamn day reminding you if I have to.”

★ “Johnny...” you breathed out, as if you were about to downplay your feelings, flustered but arching into his touch, you were softly cut off.

★ “No.” Johnny murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I love every goddamn curve and roll on this sexy body,”he growls, sliding his hands down to grope your plush ass. “You’re stacked in all the right places, and I fucking love it.”

★ He started up his kisses again, trailing them along the column of your neck, down your collarbone, taking his time to taste you, to savor you.

★ “Tell me that you know how gorgeous you are, baby. Tell me that you knowww how crazy you make me,” Johnny softly commands—or maybe it was a plea… “Come on princess...” he adds, his tone dripping with affection

★ you stiffened, feeling almost uncomfortable at his gentle demand. “I-I…” you couldn’t convince yourself still, despite the onslaught of affection and reassurance, your eyes dart away from his in slight embarrassment.

★ Johnny could see the uncertainty still lingering in your eyes, the self doubt… He refused to let it stand, refused to allow you to feel anything less than the goddess you were.

•••

★ “So, you're being shy now, huh?” He softly teases, his hands starting to roam more eagerly, exploring every dip and curve of your luscious figure. He squeezed your thighs, relishing the way they gave under his touch. Letting his fingers dance up your waist, skimming the sides of your breasts before cupping the mounds in his palms.

★ He groaned, kneading the supple flesh and feeling your nipples stiffen against his touch. “You know, these tits? perfect for me. I mean, the way they fill my hands just right…and the way they bounce when I fuck you hard and deep, mmh, baby im getting hard just thinking about it. He leans down to capture one peak into his mouth, gently biting through the thin fabric of your night shirt. “Mmmh, so soft too…”

★ He tugged your top off and over your head, tossing it aside before unclasping your bra effortlessly. Johnny paused to admire your full breasts, a smirk playing at his lips. “Fuck, sweetheart...”

★ Leaning down again, he latched back onto your tit, taking it between his lips, sucking greedily and swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, feeling it pebble and harden even further. The sensation making you shudder in his lap.

★ “Tell me that you’re a pretty girl.” Johnny tried to coax again, pressing a soft kiss to your flushed nipple. “Tell me, baby…tell me you’re my pretty girl.” He corrected as he brought his hand up to your other breast, pinching your nipple hard enough to elicit a reaction.

★ You let out a small yelp, “I-I’m a pretty girl—” You softly whine, grinding against him, yoir face absolutely flushed.

★ “Hmm?” He murmured in feint concern, lightly smacking your tit before going back to pinching the sensitive button. “Ahaa~ I’m your pretty girl—!” You cry out, your hips bucking down onto his lap, seeking any kind of friction for relief.

★ “That’s fucking right you are…” he hums in satisfaction, your desperate bucking not going unnoticed, he shifts you, placing you on his left leg, both your thighs engulfing it. His hands made way to either side of your waist, slowly pressing you down to give you a taste that friction you oh so desired….

•••

★ Gripping your hips tighter, he started to grind you harder onto his muscular thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your core, even through the layers of both your clothing, made him groan with want.

★ Your head tilts back slightly, eyes unfocused, lips parted in pleasure as you hump his leg, a small moan leaving your lungs. It was the most beautiful thing he had the privilege of witnessing—of partaking in.

★ “You’re fucking gorgeous, baby…so goddamn sexy and perfect,” he purred, his voice dripping with lust. “God—i love you, and these hips. I could just eat you up.”

★Johnny slid a hand back up your side, his fingertips tracing your ribs before cupping the weight of your breast in an all too familiar manner. He squeezed the plump mound, kneading roughly as he pinched and rolled your stiff nipple between his fingers all over again.

★ You gasped, your back arching into his touch, shamelessly grinding yourself further onto his leg. Your pussy was practically begging and buzzing for more.

★ “That’s it, baby…get yourself off using daddy’s thigh.” Johnny encouraged with a low chuckle. “Ride it just like that, you naughty girl.”

★ You barely nod as you obeyed, your thighs clenching around his leg as you rutted against him desperately. Johnny couldn’t help but watch, completely entranced. The sight of you chasing your own release like an animal in heat, it made his dick twitch.

•••

★ With a low groan, Johnny slid his hand down from your heaving tits, over your quivering tummy to cup your mound possessively, the damp patch in your panties growing with each passing second.

★ unable to stop himself—he hooks a finger under the drenched lace, tugging it to the side, he runs a finger along your dripping slit. He circled slowly, gathering your juices before plunging a thick finger knuckle deep inside you.

★ “Fucking hell...” Johnny grunted, pumping his finger languidly, savoring the filthy squelch of your pussy while doing so. He curled up just right, stroking that special spot that made you see stars.

★ You shuddered, warmth spreading from your chest to your core. Jesus, it felt soo good, his finger pistoning with abandon, your toes curling as he continued his sensual assault. Your hips bucking with the thrust of his wrist.

★ But, just as soon as it had begun, Johnny pulled his finger out with an obscene pop, your body immediately missing the sensation. You watch him with a pout as he brings his honied finger to his lips. He made a show of sucking your essence from the digit, his eyes never leaving yours.

★ “Delicious…” he purred darkly once he’d cleaned your juices from his finger.

•••

★ His hands gripped the soft globes of your ass firmly, and without a second thought, he was leaning back into the bed, lifting you up and over his face with ease.

★ “Johnny—!?”

★ you were now straddling his shoulders, your cunt perfectly poised over his watering mouth. He gazed up at you, his eyes dark with lust and hunger.

★ “Princess~?” He playfully mocked your tone, settling you more comfortably atop his face. Your thighs making the perfect earmuffs in this position.

★His nose notched the hood of your clit—and you let out a small yip from the contact. But, intrusively, you worried about his comfort. Were you too heavy? Could he breathe? You didn’t wanna bury him alive….

★ He felt you try and hold yourself up, and immediately pinned your thighs back down with a low growl. “Mh-mhh” he murmured a soft scolding into your skin. You weren’t goong anywhere, not on his watch. He was looking to drown between your legs. And he’d die a happy man while doing so.

★ Your fingers tangled in his short brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp as you rut your cunt against his face, practically see-sawing his chin and nose.

★ His cock throbbed almost painfully in his slacks as he licked and sucked at your clit, your flavor exploding on his tongue. Fuck, he really was willing to drown, and the thought only spurred him on, making him press harder, fucking you deeper with his tongue.

★ “Oh god—Johnny!” You mewled, your voice echoing off the walls of the lavish bedroom, unable to control your breathing as it came in short, sharp gasps. Chest heaving while the coil of tension in your belly wound tighter and tighter, you were so close…

★ Johnny’s hips bucked involuntarily as your moans reached a crescendo, your body going rigid against him.

★ With a muffled groan, he came hard in his pants, his vision went white behind closed eyelids. His hips jerked as thick ropes of cum painted the inside of his boxers, the wet heat seeping through the material. He continued to lap at your pussy through his orgasm, practically whimpering as he did so.

★ And then, shortly after, your orgasm came crashing over you. Your pussy clenching around Johnny’s tongue, rippling and spasming as you flooded and gushed into your lovers mouth.

★ You went limp above him. Your thighs falling open as you collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving and skin flushed a deep scarlet. Johnny emerged from between your legs, gasping for air and grinning like the cat that got the cream. He crawled up your body and crashed his mouth against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

★ Johnny moaned in satisfaction, as if you were the finest wine he’d ever tasted.

•••

★ After cleaning up, you nestled into the blankets, still reeling from your orgasm—you had completely forgotten about…what was it that had you upset again…? A small, subconscious smile curled at your lips as you watch Johnny emerge from the bathroom, fresh and clean from the shower you took together. He shook his hair before running his fingers through it.

★ You can’t help but let out a small laugh as he winks at you, clearly pleased with himself. But he doesn’t stop there. “We’re going out.” He simply says, crawling back onto the bed to plant a kiss to your forehead.

★ “What? Johnny, I don’t really feel like—”

★ “Ah-ah!” He holds up a finger, cutting you off dramatically. “Put on something nice—something cute.” His tone was light but left no room argument.

•••

★ Half an hour later, you’re dressed in one of your favorite outfits, and Johnny is decked out in a tailored jacket, he looked you up and down, whistling while opening the door for you. Insisting on driving, of course.

★ During the entire drive he was giving you a running commentary about how fabulous you look. How lucky he was to have you in his life and a list of other genuinely sweet things he swore up and down to be true. And they were.

★ When the car came to a stop, you looked up at the familiar building with questioning look. It was a luxury boutique, the one he took you to on special occasions, specifically.

★ “Here…? But…there’s no—” he was quick to wave off your concern and confusion, already walking to your side to open your door. “No what? Need?” He asks while hooking elbows with you. “Who cares? After feeding me a meal like that—i’ve gotta return the favor, right?”

★ Johnny marches you inside like he owns the place, picking out outfits and accessories that make the staff scramble to keep up. “This? Perfect. This? Even better. Try them all. My treat.” He’s already swiping his card before you can argue, snapping a photo of you in a stunning dress and posting it to his socials with the caption: “It’s too easy loving this woman, I swear. I mean, how can you not? Just look at her.” Followed by three heart eye emojis.

•••

★ Next, he surprises you (again) by taking you to an exclusive rooftop restaurant, the kind with a view so breathtaking it’s almost as good as the food. The table is already set with your favorite drink, courtesy of Johnny’s connections. And the thought he put into this impromptu date really made your heart flutter.

★ He spends the night cracking jokes, telling ridiculous stories about his time on movie sets, and making sure you don’t think about anything except how much fun you’re having.

★ By the time dessert arrives—a towering confection of chocolate and gold leaf—he’s already uploaded another photo of you to his stories, tagging it with: “us after going to pound town ;)”

★ As the night winds down, Johnny leans back in his chair, smirking as he checks his phone. “Look at this—comments are blowing up. Half of them are jealous, the other half are madly in love with you. As expected. We win.”

★ Feeling much better now, you roll your eyes…but can’t help smiling. You truly appreciate his efforts, even if they were a bit…flashy and petty. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You say with no real bite.

★ “Ridiculously in love with you,” he quips without missing a beat. Johnny reaches across the table to take your hand, his expression softening just enough to remind you why you fell for him in the first place.

★“And if anyone’s got a problem with that, they can take it up with my PR team.”

👽:🎤I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUUUU🎶

[ddejavvu]

i blame you so much for my sudden poly!marauders obsession lolol i genuinely cant find anyone who writes them as good as you do!

but imagine like lily asking fuck marry kill out of the three of them, and you give the obvious “marry all of them” but they keep pressing you for your answer even though they know one of them is gonna get hurt (even if you said a name on purpose as a joke lmao) bonus points if one of them is being so dramatic and just fr lies on the floor pretending to be dead for the rest of the day and being all sulky.

I'm so glad you like the way that I write them!

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"I'm not choosing," You shake your head, jaw clenched resolutely, "I'd like to marry them all."

"And fuck," Sirius boasts, "'Not gonna get a murder out of her, Lils."

"She's gotta choose," Remus presses, and you've got half a mind to kill him just for the suggestion, "Come on, darling, we won't be upset. S'just a game."

"Fuck," You pause, glancing fearfully between your three partners. Your eyes drop to Sirius's hands, veiny and ringed, and you breathe out, "Sirius. 'Cause- 'cause his hands look nice like that."

"Knew I'd be safe," He brags, blowing you a kiss with the aforementioned handsome hands.

"And marry," You trail off again, looking between James and Remus. Remus is far more nonchalant than James is, looking like he really wouldn't mind if you decided he'd need to perish for a party game. But it's still not fair, and you're terrified of hurting his feelings without knowing just because he put up a front.

"James," You glance fearfully over at the curly-headed boy, who looks elated until he realizes you have more to say, "Last week. You ate the cookie I was saving."

His eyes widen in fear, an endearing shade of sweet brown as he shakes his head. His curls fly and he clasps his hands together in a cartoonish display of begging, "No! No, sweetheart, I'm sorry! Don't do this," He begs, sprawling out over the floor on his belly so that he can stare imploringly up at you from below, "Please, maybe- maybe if we kiss you can still taste it! And I'll make you a dozen more," He tries, grief-stricken at your verdict.

"Tough break," Remus claps James on the back of the thigh, then smooths a soothing touch up his back, "'S okay Prongs, I'd bring flowers to your grave every day, y'know?"

"Better luck next time," Sirius drawls, seeming all too interested in James's current ass-up position - there's a reason you chose him for 'Fuck'.

"I'm sorry, Jamie." You lament, and the man lets himself go limp, eyes fluttering shut and tongue falling out of his mouth in a very dramatic impression of death. You nudge your nose between his curls, bury a kiss on his scalp, and whisper in his ear while you're down there, "I'd like to fuck and marry you too, dear."

[starcharmed]

"Nothing's New"

In which your partner is never going to pay attention to you, because they’re too focused on their dead lover

Bell’s notes: “writer bell goes too far with this fic-” im /j no ones gonna say that, angst powers pls work tho, like im asdlkfjawel;fjsd;jf;lska, i cant write dude, let me like, plan this out in my head before writing nonsense, LIKE BRO, feral over angst LORD, 100k likes and you get part 2 /jjjj, growling i love angst, MWHAHAHA, sorry ely, yuka, mhie, snob, and zee if you read this 😔😔😔, i listened to “IT Girl” while writing this 😋, got carried away with Ayato’s part oopsies, i believe Guizhong for the ladies but whatever 😔😔😔, cut out Wanderer & Childe in the end because i’m TIRED, not proofread

Story details: Ayato lowkey a bitch, scratch that highkey, reader has self-doubt, Neuvilette doesn’t mean to be mean he just ISSS, GUIZHONG DID NOTHING STOP MAKING HER THE ONE IN BLAME IN THESE ZHONGLI SCENARIOS, oh and I couldn’t be bothered with Xiao’s part like a quarter through he’s such a flexible yet straight character, it’s the way you can tell when I got lazy with each part, chance Xiao & Zhongli are gonna be ooc as i’ve never written anything but short headcanons for them before

Characters & Triggers: Ayato, Neuvilette, Xiao, & Zhongli;  reader has self-doubt, mention of death, mention of martial neglect

Reader details: female reader in Ayato’s part is explicit. female reader in Neuvilette’s part can be interpreted with the way you read it. the other parts, however, shouldn’t have a specified reader type. reader’s personality, race/ethnicity, height, physical descriptions, or anything of the sort is not mentioned. if anything is let me know and i’ll edit it. 

Ayato: No surprise the Yashiro Commissioner doesn’t pay attention to his new wife, the one that he didn’t marry first. You knew that he didn’t love you, and most likely never would because you were, in fact, the second pick. Actually, it was probably in the hundreds based on the amount of marriage arrangement offers Ayato had gotten considering he was one of the biggest figures in Inazuma. It didn’t matter, but he most likely picked you because your clan was a small one to put it lightly, so he most likely chose it, and you, because it wouldn’t be a hassle with the press. But of course, he would choose the person and clan that seemed, “easy”. It hurt seeing some of the people’s sympathetic stares, such as Ayaka’s, Thoma’s, and a few of the older women working in the estate. You got used to the lack of greeting from Ayato when he got off work, the lack of warmth beside you at night. You found it hilarious, although you were hysteric at the time as you had just found out that Ayato was off that day and neglected to see you, that he never, ever laid down in the same bed as you. It doesn’t matter no matter how hard you work around the estate, how long you sit up doing his work, which you soon quit once he yelled at you like a homeless dog, or even the distinct flower you made out of one of Ayato’s favorite sweets that he ignored. Not even a glance at your general direction, either. After a while, you decided to do some digging on his past wife, only to find out that she was in fact near perfect. Perfect reputation, perfect everything, to put it shortly. Shortly after asking Ayaka what happened to her, by pulling the sad, guilty wife card, you found out she was a victim of an assassination attempt that turned into a success. Of course, Ayato and his perfect wife would only be torn apart by death. It was poetic, and it made you sick. So what were you to do but endure the slow torture that you and Ayato’s marriage was? After all, nothing you could do could change how he felt about you. 

Neuvillette: The famous hydro dragon, at least to those who knew his ‘secret’. His past lover, unfortunately, died before him, no doubt to his immortality. Of course, you would soon die, maybe in a few decades but, hey, it wasn’t like he would miss you. You could only wait awake at night as Neuvillette went to fix himself his own meal, despite you staying up to cook him one and await for his return from work. It’s not that was the only time he never paid attention to you, after all the man had most likely been grieving his wife for centuries at this point in time. So what were you to do besides stay and watch this man be emotionally constipated around you? Why did he even marry you in the first place, then? It couldn’t be because his past wife resembled you, and it certainly wasn’t because you both acted the same. Was it because he needed someone to cling to? I mean, you weren’t exactly someone who seemed to not fit the criteria of a compassionate co-worker who would comfort Neuvillette in his times of distress. Did Neuvilette only come to you because you were his way of grieving? It would make partial sense, to cling to the nearest piece of comfort to help with the pain of loss. It made you feel like nothing but an object meant for his emotional wants, but in reality, that’s all you ever are and will ever be to him. 

Xiao: The famous adeptus long ago, had someone close to him. Shame they fell to waste during the archon wars, along with the other adepti. It was no surprise that everyone familiar with Liyue stories knew about the two of them together, which unfortunately included you. It didn’t pain you that much until your oh-so-loveable boyfriend got distracted by two kids playing with a Xiao lantern and one of her. After that, it only devolved into more. The lack of visits to your room in the inn, the lack of responses whenever you left your little notes for him near your meet-up place, and the extreme lack of thank-you-notes whenever you left Xiao almond tofu. It didn’t matter that you started to skip and completely ignore doing all of these things just to see if he would notice because the adeptus failed to appear in your room just to check in to see if you were okay. This behavior was unlike him, at least in the sense of him completely ignoring you. The only answer you could think of, that logically made sense, of course, was that he was reminded of his past loved one because of the run-in with the lanterns you two had while out in Liyue. So in terms, he seemed to disconnect with you because of the memories of his past significant other? You knew the adepti didn’t die peacefully, you could tell that much from the stories, so it wouldn’t be surprising if that also applied to Xiao’s past lover. There was nothing you could do about it though, because if you knew Xiao, he wouldn’t talk about her to you nor push her aside for you.

Zhongli: Guizhong. Of course, you were familiar with the name, everyone in Liyue was. Everyone might be a stretch considering the visitors and children, but the point’s been made. Morax and Guizhong were close. Close in a sense of possibly having relationship affairs but that was only explicit to you because of the way your lover would glace at glaze lilies. You couldn’t call him your lover, could you? Not with the way he would hum to the glaze lilies, the way his eyes would also drift away from you whenever you talked as you took strolls through Guilu Plains, and the way he would opt to tell stories of specific tales of his time as Morax, ones that included Guizhong in some way. It got to the point where you had to make up tasks that you had to do daily just to get away from the walks you two took, not to hear the different-yet-similar stories of Morax and totally not Guizhong. It was childish of you to be doing so, you had yourself convinced, as you couldn’t blame Guizhong for any of it. She had no part of this besides well, besides being your number one stressor for the past few weeks. It was tiring yet somehow for the sake of not wanting a glare or side-eye from Zhongli about his stories, which you never thought you’d get that tired of hearing, you kept your mouth shut, despite how hard it was. You knew it would only take so much more, though, before you said something about it. 

[lightlycareless]

omgggg, that Toji x reader (*plus* Naoya) was incredibleee, ignore me if you want, I know you made Toji chosing to keep distance from reader and Megumi permanently BUT what if one day he ends up finally seeing Megumi, either personally or by pictures/videos 🥺 We know Megumi it's the spitted image of him, I mean, Gojo's face when he saw him for the first time said it all 😅 And also knowing his baby has the Ten Shadows technique (I cant stop thinking about how proud he was in the canon manga/anime 🥺 he always KNEW from the start Megumi was blessed/gifted, since his first breath, the fact Toji named him is not random) making the entire Zenin clan eat their shit

Heya anon!!

I'm so glad you liked it heheheheheheh a oneshot that I didn't intend to write but it just happened!! aren't we glad it did? lol

I didn't mean to ignore you, I was only focusing on other things first 😅 oof, I still have lots of request to go through, which I plan to do it slowly but surely...

Anyways, I might've not gone down that route, however... why not something angsty? I mean 😏I've had this in my mind so... yeah 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Warnings: mentions of infidelity. Pregnancy. Naoya is, unfortunately, a prick. this is the oneshot anon is talking about. 100% read that first hehe. this is an AU from that, so the second part doesn't count??? I guess. excuse the proofreading. also I haven't written toji that much so please excuse my oocness as well ahahahahha :')

Happy reading!

As much as the three hoped to ignore the bases of your pregnancy, behave as it didn’t rise from an adulterous act, a direct transgression to the principles of the Zen’in, and keep it a secret, it wouldn’t take long before the guilt in each other’s mind began to weight heavy on their mind, ultimately betraying them and revealing the truth to the light, excusing the angered elders to finally get rid of two birds with one stone.

“Where—Where does this accusation even come from?!” You gasp, blood turning cold at the implication—at the notion of the truth. “Do you know the gravity of such words?!”

“Better than you of the act, it seems.” Another accuses. “We were quite aware of the rumors surrounding your ill-fitting behavior, but we never believed it would actually extend to this point!”

“I—I won’t tolerate neither of you disrespecting me!” you cry. “Nor will Naoya for that matter!”

But calling for his aid would no longer prove sufficient, for Naoya, too deep in his own insecurities by that point, had come to the disheartening conclusion that this situation had gotten way out of hand for a simple diversion.

A supposed act of mercy.

He shouldn’t have let this happen in the first place, should’ve respected what you and your marriage represented, what meant to him, and discard his pity for Toji—the man has been alone most of his life, what difference would that make that now?

But he didn’t, he allowed you to go to Toji—no, he handed you over to him, thinking he was doing something right for his cousin, or perhaps something deep inside him was allured by the sick idea of you being with another man and now, he was suffering the consequences.

Consequences he did not like, not one bit—because it got too real for him: you were now pregnant, with Toji’s child, and not his.

And this only highlighted what he considered the pitfalls of this relationship, a strike against his ego and the supposed inability to beget children, a rumor that grew bigger and bigger by each passing day, spreading like wildfire to the point where even outsiders became aware of it.

Which, for a prideful man like Naoya, was only a nightmare.

He loved you, he really did—Naoya never envisioned spending the rest of his life with anyone else…

But he loved his pride more, and when his clan began to actively confront him about it, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And thus….

“…Naoya?”

“This marriage was broken before it even started.” Your husband would say, unexpected words that pierced straight to your heart. “My family advised me well in avoiding you, but I falsely believed I could achieve differently.”

“What—what are you even saying?” you breathe. “What do you mean by—by differently?”

And… where does everything you lived with him stand?

The time you spent with him, the sweet nothings he’d whisper into your ear, to love you both swore to one another, reminding each other that there was no one else that compares…

And that you were the only woman who has ever made him feel this way—loved— and would do everything in the world to make happy…

Was it… all … a lie?

All for… nothing?

Or were you the only one that actually believed the other’s words?

“I cannot look past these transgressions.” Naoya continues. “You’ve left me no choice.”

“But you—you made me do this!” you gasp. “I never—I never wanted to be with anyone else! All this time, my heart only belonged to you!  How could you—how could you abandon me after all we’ve gone through together?!”

Naoya doesn’t say anything else anymore, instead, he simply turns around, exiting the room to leave you in the hands of the vengeful elders who did not hesitate to do what they had long desired—banish you from the estate.

Swiftly yet cruelly, you wouldn’t be able to take anything with you, not even a change of clothes or even money (you didn’t even ask for much, just enough to survive the week) as you were forced to face a new life of your own—alone, pregnant.

Going back to your family was also out of the question; the shame that you’d bring upon their name was one the Zen’in didn’t not waste time to remind them of—at the end, there was only so much your father and siblings could do against the invasive ways of the elders, and perhaps, a part of them deep inside, were also disappointed that you’ve succumbed to such foul thing.

And so, you were tossed onto the street, with nothing more than the clothes you were wearing, whatever you had for savings throughout the years, managed to take it out before either clan could close your account—but most importantly, with a broken heart you believe will never heal, not after the grave wound your husband’s indifference inflicted on it.

The pain you couldn’t even mourn properly due to all the things you had to worry about now.

The first thing you did was search for a place to stay, though getting one was proving to be an almost impossible task.

Thankfully, you were allowed to keep one other thing, maybe it eluded their minds when all this was happening, but you’re not going to question why when it was going to help you pay for a roof.

Naoya’s ring, your wedding ring, was something many would consider expensive, the kind of flashiness expected from a prestigious family like the Zen’in.

You remember a time when any kind of ring would’ve been enough for you to marry him. You didn’t need anything extraordinary to commit your life and heart to him.

That’s nothing but a far cry from what you felt now.

It still hurt to pawn it, but it was the only way you could accommodate yourself and the unborn child inside you, in the only area you could afford with what you got, for even then many suspected that your ring… well, had dubious origins.

When was the last time you even had to worry about the costs of living? Food, clothes, water…?

Many years—it had to; ever since you got together with Naoya, he’s been the one that took care of you.

You just had to say the word and he’d disappear all of your worries—even from the simplest of wants, Naoya indulgingly obliged.

It was a happy life you eventually considered for your child—imagining how happy they’d grow to be without a single worry, solely focusing on what they’ll have to play that day, or how to escape their over doting parents.

A long-gone dream, tossed to the side as a nightmare quickly took its place.

…

Did Naoya ever mean the words I love you?

Or was he doing all this just to keep you there, complying, just in case someone better came along, just like his clan wished would happen?

There mere thought of his devotion being nothing but an act tightens your heart with sorrow once more, gifting you the tragic notion that perhaps, all this time, you never knew your husband…

Maybe ex-husband, by this point.

All that was left from those moments, the slightest semblance of that marriage was this baby, created from what you thought your unconditional devotion to him, turning out to be your very own downfall.

The only one that would know of these struggles would be your baby, the one to accompany you through the darkest point of your life, hopefully to a brigther dawn.

And yet… you’ve never felt so alone.

Time surprisingly, went quicker than you anticipated, though not as easy as you would’ve wanted.

Life in your new home was still very difficult to get used to, even when it’s been months since… that.

But with the job you managed to get (whatever place hired pregnant women—they’re supposed to be at home, some would say, you didn’t care.) and some extra jujutsu work you did on the side, you managed, enough to give you a, not exactly comfortable, but just enough lifestyle.

As long as you sacrificed all the things you once considered granted and turned them into luxuries: such as warm showers, take out, and the sweets you liked to indulge once in a while; your pregnancy has been horrible because of that, and that’s without considering the medical bills you’re struggling to pay as well.

But if that wasn’t enough, your noisy neighbors presented issues of their own as well.

You’re not going to deny that your presence there was like moths to a flame, starting from your somewhat suspicious acquisition—all cash—of the small house you were living in.

From there, your loneliness, alongside your pregnancy; single mothers were unheard of, or rather, highly criticized, thus, all eyes were on you, down to your smallest movement.

Yet, even then, as annoying as they were, you were ok as long as it meant you never get to see those that hurt you ever again.

However, what you want isn’t necessarily what’s going to happen, and that would be reminded of one fateful night with an unsuspecting knock, just after you were getting ready to go to bed.

It wouldn’t be the first time someone came to bother you, but it would be the first time someone did so at this hour, and with such insistence that far from worrying you, it made you angrily storm at the entrance, ready to demand who’d be so inconsiderate enough to visit you so late at night!

And you’d get your answer soon enough, in the most shocking, horrifying, if not sorrowful manner you could’ve possibly anticipated, prompting you to close the door as soon as you saw his face, or attempted to, his reflexes much faster than yours.

“Get—get away from me!” you shrieked, hands trembling as you did your best to hold the door shut against his overwhelming strength— but even your husband has admitted that in terms of power, he excels like no one else.

“Y/N—” he breathes, somewhat amused that you’d been able to hold him off as much as you could, though eventually he was able to break free from your grasp and enter your home, you step away from him soon after.

“What are you even doing here?!” you gasp. “No—that doesn’t matter! I don’t want to see you! I’m not going back!”

“I’m not here to take you back” He quickly responds, eyes falling down to your stomach, making his face soften at the subtle bump evident through your clothes—with this sight, he knows he can’t take you back.

“Then—then why are you here, Toji?”

Perhaps Toji needed to see through his own eyes, what the whispers went on about at the estate regarding your absence.

He wasn’t there when it happened, promised himself to be far away from you as soon as your pregnancy was announced to the estate.

Toji would’ve normally taken this opportunity to act on retribution against his family, rub it on their face that the future of the clan came from him, a low life.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do so when you cheerfully paraded around the halls, happy to finally be forming a family with your beloved husband, even though it wasn’t of his making.

For the first time in his life, he thought himself to be too cruel for having planned such atrocities against the only person that has never been rude with him, always welcoming him with a smile on your face, or at least whatever you permitted when not following Naoya around like a lost puppy.

And the baby… well, he won’t deny that he was glad that his child would have a vastly different life from his—with you as his mother, it couldn’t be any other way.

Or so he believed.

Even when promising to keep away, he still attempted to check in on you, especially now that you were pregnant, whenever he had to go to the estate that is. That day was no be no exception, begrudgingly coming back to see what else he could scam out of his family to ensure his living outside.

Toji’s slyly scanned the hallways for your figure, the briefest indication of such, either through your giggle, staff, or even his cousin’s annoying voice—there were moments where he imagined how delightful it must’ve been to have you by his side, instead of Naoya’s; to be receiver of your laughter instead of that man who clearly didn’t deserve you.

But even if it was with him, he still found comfort in the fact that you were around, there.

Not like now, gone from Naoya’s side.

In fact, you were nowhere to be seen! Not with your staff, not eating by the gardens, or even indulging in one of your husband’s idiocies.

Nothing.

And no one had seen you either.

Or more like didn’t want to say, that much became evident when he stomped his way towards a nearby staff member, demanding your whereabouts, only to be responded with a fret falsely feigning ignorance, or foolish diplomacy.

At the prospect of your disappearance, Toji felt his blood run cold, almost like the estate lost whatever little warmth it had, worsening each time he asked another servant, and he’d get the same answer.

The implications behind your absence were growing heavier in his mind, to the point it sunk his heart to his stomach…

And propelled him to the one person who would undoubtedly know where you were.

“Naoya—Where is Y/N?!” Toji commands the moment he sees the heir, the young man instinctively flinched at the sight of his angered cousin, almost as if he knew what was running through his mind and attempted to make a run for it, only to be stopped by the collar, dead on his tracks. “Do not run away, coward! Answer me!”

“She’s—she’s not here anymore.” Is what Naoya manages to squeak, but Toji doesn’t need to be reminded the obvious.

“Where. Is. She.” He hisses, the worst of his assumptions slowly becoming a reality. “What have you done to her?!”

“What—what needed to be done!” Naoya gasps. “I—I couldn’t allow it!”

Toji doesn’t remember much after Naoya told him that the clan decided she was better off on her own—only that the heir was on the floor, bloodied and whimpering while attempting to cover his face, either trying to control the throbbing of his skin, the blood from spilling anywhere else, or perhaps even shame.

No. It couldn’t be the last. To have done something like what he did required a shameless man to do so.

Nonetheless Toji didn’t bother to find out nor to be reprimanded, quick to assert what needed to be done and heading out the estate; he couldn’t even bother cursing those that had done nothing but the worst after the worst, each time a new low, for his mind solely pertained in finding you.

It took him a while to do so, as expected, but he knew it was only a matter of asking around for a woman that simply didn’t fit to do the job—and such, here he is now.

“I want—needed to see you.” Toji takes a step closer.

“Get—get away from me.”

“No, I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“You were fine doing that before—what’s so different from now?” You spat.

“This is different, Y/N. You’re alone—and you need me.”

“I’m not alone—I don’t need you.” You gasp. “Get away from me or I’ll—I’ll call the police!.”

“If you don’t need me, then the baby does.”

It’s like he struck a nerve with his words, because soon after tears would begin to fall down your cheeks, revealing that the sight you attempted to portray, the strength you so fiercely put up against him, was nothing but a façade, a way to hide the fact that indeed, you needed help.

Exhausted from facing all these uncertainties on your own, afraid.

But not anymore, not when Toji was here, more than willing to step in, as seen in the way he swiftly holds you in his arms when he sees you almost faint from distress, attempting to comfort you as you continued to cry.

“Get— get away from me…!” you’d say again, still fighting against his hold. However, he doesn’t fight it, he simply allows you to vent, taking in all the pain and hatred your heart harbored from the moment you were kicked out of the estate. “Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not leaving” Toji insists, he feels you trying to squirm your way out from him, but his strength doesn’t allow it. “You can struggle all you want, but I’m not leaving you on your own—”

“What difference does it make to you? Your family abandoned me to my luck! And even forced my family to do the same!” you breathe, Toji’s eyes widen—he did not know that; his fury for the Zen’in grows, but this is not the time to deal with that. “They don’t care if I die on the street!”

“I know.” He murmurs, holding you tighter against him.

“And I—And I tried my best to—to move on, but I can’t! I can’t do it!” you sob. “I’m so alone, and scared, and—and ashamed! I don’t want to live like this anymore!! I don’t want to die!”

“…I know.”

“Why—why is this happening to me?! All I ever wanted was for—was for Naoya to love me. I never wanted anything else! I never wanted money, I never wanted to hurt anyone either! I just—I just wanted to live a happy life with him, to make him happy!

But then he—he tossed me away, at one thing he didn’t like, he acted like I didn’t even matter! He didn’t even put up a fight to defend me! he just—he just let them hurt me, like what we had was—a lie!

 Did he never—did he even love me?”

Speechless, all Toji could do is continue holding you as you kept on pouring out your feelings, hearing the heart wrenching sound of your sobs that just kept reflecting how wounded you were by Naoya’s betrayal, the transgressions of his family, and the disappointment of yours.

And all because of something you didn’t even suggest in the first place. It was him who made his way into Naoya’s mind, and eventually, it was Naoya who pushed you into it, regardless of what happened later.

He wanted to do it; you know?

He wanted to go back there and murder them for all they’d done against you.

But when he left that place one last time, he promised he would stop thinking about himself, and start doing what is right—what was needed.

If Naoya wasn’t to step up and be a man, then he would.

Toji would gladly throw away his own pride, his own anger and thirst for vengeance, just to see you safe and happy once more.

Things your husband, could simply not—but he… he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I promise you.” Toji would reassure you once carefully placing you down to the bed after tiring yourself from crying, followed by a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

 “I swear, Y/N— I will not let my family do the same things they’ve done to me to our child. Even if it costs me my life, I will do everything in my power to keep the two of you safe.”

And unlike your husband, he means it.

Yes, a second part is coming :) just gotta put this one out first hehe.

Anyways, it's not exactly what you asked but I think it's going there??? I mean Toji STEPPED UP and was like OK imma take care of my baby mama. also, here Naoya .I. put it where it fits. ugh, can't say we're done with him...

agihajkgksa I'm excited for what's to come, I haven't written this level of angst in a while!! oof!!!

Thank you so much for your patience and for sending this ask :> I'm super happy you've like my oneshot so much!! I hope you'll be able to like this too!!

Take care, and see you soon! ❤️❤️

[shirakow]

Thinking about . . . ! Yuuji Itadori and his indecisiveness ?!

ㅤㅤYuuji who never knew what to wear and kept wearing the same hoodies all week long (and still managed to look good in all of them which is a skill he doesn't know he has), because he was just that indecisive on outfits. Luckily he only had one pair of good shoes because if he had two, well consider him fucked already.

So the moment you came into his life—albeit beautifully—considering your sense of style was just out there, and it was clear you knew your damn stuff. Or just the fact that you're the light that entered his life, and that definitely means something because Yuuji was brighter than the sun itself.

Anyway, Yuuji would be thrilled at the fact you offered to share matching outfits with him! It started off as cute inspo pics you found with a quick search on pinterest, to choosing some of the outfits off stylish mannequins and adding your own flare to it, or to... Letting Yuuji pick what outfits he wants you to wear, and you choosing his.

Honestly, the third one wasn't that bad? But the fact that he asked, "Where are your hoodies?" in the beginning made you absolutely die inside, though you decided to trust him and tell him where they were; thinking he was gonna pick a cute one or a statement piece but he chose a worn down gray hoodie that you clearly use as a pajama as his choice.

"I'm not gonna go out looking like a homeless man." "Oh."

"But you'd be the cutest homeless man?" "Babe, no."

Safe to say you're choosing the outfits from now on.

© ehirakow ! wrote this in idk how many minutes bc i cant fall asleep again

luv ya my babes!

[s0lar-ch3ri]

grand gestures cant fix this, you never did the dishes.

tw major character death, corpse descriptions, brief blood mentions

FIRST TUMBLR FIC AND MIGHT BE THE LAST JSUT NOT WANTING TO DEAL WITH AO3 RN

Lint didn’t remember how he got down here, he just remembered the news. News from home about a blond strange Uplander having been impaled in the chest. He knew in his heart already it was his blond strange Uplander. How Troy managed to be down here, he didn’t know. He needed to see him, needed to know himself he was gone.

To be honest, Lint was slightly pissed. It couldn’t have been at Troy, none of this could have been his fault. Why couldn’t he they have came to help him? Why did Troy these people let himself die? It made no sense. Did he not nobody watch where he was going? Did nobody care?

Did he not care?

It’s as bloody as Lint feared for, almost as though he was paused as he died, left to be shown in his horrifying display. While unfresh blood, it felt worse that it wasn’t. Nobody had touched him, nobody moved him, and in a horrible sense did he look perfect like this. His eyes weren’t closed, just dulled and unstaring. The blood stains looked just slightly darker on his clothes, the most obvious signs of it being blood is the way it had elegantly dripped to cover the chin and even run down the face with streaks of dried red. His hair was messy and ruffled, his mouth slightly open, and he looked generally more messy. If this were any other situation, Lint might have called him pretty.

For once, though, Lint didn’t find him pretty.

In fact, Lint couldn’t find himself any good qualities to like in Troy. It felt horrible, how he couldn’t properly mourn the loss of this dead man, because that’s all he was to Lint in this moment. A dead man. He dragged his feet over and stiffly cupped his hand onto Troy’s cheek. He brushed hair out of Troy’s eyes, almost uncaring. It felt wrong, why wasn’t he caring? It was painful almost, because clearly nobody else cared enough to come. He wanted remorse, he wanted to cry and feel bad, but there was no pity left in him for Troy.

In fact, there was more a relief. Every little wrong he’d seen in Troy, every mistake he’d make, all the mistakes Lint would make for Troy, it was all rising up. He tried to think of something nice, the confidence he radiated, his willingness to win in steamsledding, but every logical part of Lint saw him as nothing but an attention-seeking asshole, and the darker parts he chose to push down further hoped he’d rot. In all truth, Troy was far from a good person, and there’s a reason nobody else would care he’s down here now. He used, he’d hurt, and he’d do whatever if it made him happy. Was he ever happy? Was he ever loved? Did anybody ever love him? Lint thought he did, it might have been blind care and pity now that he thinks on it. How awful a thought is it, to have thought you loved someone, only to realize you despise them with all your being as you look at their now rather disgusting looking corpse.

Lint weeps, and it makes him cry harder that his choked up sobs, try as they may be, are not for Troy. They are tears shed for himself selfishly, tears he only uses because he can’t find it in himself to think kindly of a man he once loved like it was so easy. In a convoluted and fucked way, he’s crying for this asshole, but he knows he’s not. He couldn’t even lie and say he wanted Troy back. He didn’t. He was far from wanting Troy, and yet he was still the person who’d care about him most in this moment. He understood why.

Poor little bug, crying over how he can’t love who he wants to. I wonder if Troy would feel the same. Then again, who ever cried over Troy Lougferd?

[deliriousgrl-writes]

four 𐙚⋆°.

nate was trying his hardest to make maddy believe him, to make her see what he was saying. though, he knew it wasn't the truth. he was warning her, trying to make her realize that this needed to end.

"please nate, i mean... after all this time. i've always been there for you," she pleaded, tears falling from her big brown eyes, "i've.. i've loved you."

nate looked down at the ground, his jaw clenched as he chose his words carefully. he kept his voice low, his brown eyes looked almost black in the darkness around them as he looked up at her, "cant you see i'm trying to protect you? that i do care about you enough to fucking warn you."

maddys thin brows pinched together with sadness, her face pulled into a look of desperation. "i can't stay away from you nate, we can't be apart. don't you see that?" she took a few steps forward, trying to get closer to him but nate put his large hand up, stopping her.

"i'm not someone you need in your life. cant you open your eyes and see what i've fucking done to you? you're broken. i've broken you, inside and out," he said, keeping his face cold. he needed her to hate him, to want to run away, "look in the fucking mirror for once and see the damage i've done."

nate heard a small sob leave her mouth, her slim shoulders shaking as she did so. her eyes were wide, seeming to be surprised by his words. before she could say anything else, nate spoke again, "you're a smart girl, mads. you know deep down that this-whatever we have- isn't right."

maddy blinked up at him, tears stinging her cheeks as they fell past her chin. she crossed her arms around herself, hugging herself. nate imagined how confused she must feel, how his words would feel like a punch to the gut, but he wanted them to. he wanted to hurt her beyond comprehension, to leave her in so much pain that she'd never want to face him again. he needed her to feel that way, or else she'd never leave him alone. and yet, he couldn't feel an ounce of guilt inside him. this was his plan, his life, his choice. and nate would always do what he could to get what he wanted.

"nate... please," maddy said, her voice slightly hoarse, "please don't do this. you can't do this to me."

nate shook his head, practically gritting his teeth. he was starting to feel angry, hating how pathetic maddy seemed in the moment. long ago, maddy used to be strong in his eyes. she was tough despite her small stature, always standing up for herself and never letting anyone talk down to her, even him. but now, she just looked desperate and scared, and nate needed to get her angrier if his plan would work. he swallowed before he let his deep voice out, trying to come up with something that would really get her to leave it all behind.

he suddenly walked up to her, quickly grabbing her shoulders again with force, practically shaking her as he spoke, "if you don't get out now, you're only going to suffer. i promise you. you know me, you know who i am. it's over. now stop crying and get the fuck out while you can."

maddy blinked up at him, trembling as he shook her by the shoulders, his fingers gripping her smooth skin with force. her eyes were wide with fear, her plump lips parted as she felt her heart pound in her chest. she felt small, something nate always made sure to make her feel. all the pain she'd went through with him, never being strong enough to let him go, flashed before her eyes. she thought of all the times he'd screamed at her, the way his deep voice and chiseled face would turn into someone she didn't recognize. she thought of the times he'd put her hands on her, her neck, her wrists. he'd even pushed her against his bedroom wall before, making her sink to the floor in shock and pain. still, she'd told no one, continuing her loyalty to him because she knew he wanted her to. because she loved him.

she pulled away from him, shaking her head violently as she felt anger well up inside her. he watched as she took several steps away from him, an air of fury and sadness on her features. "you can't do this to me," maddy said, still shaking her head, "you can't fucking do this. i-i trusted you, i lied for you. i tore my life apart for you!"

nate took a deep breath, throwing his head back for a moment before looking over at her, watching her chest rise and fall, the diamond necklace he'd gotten her on their second anniversary still around her neck. he felt his body fill with anger, frustration that she just wasn't getting it. before he knew it, he was walking up to her, his steps quick and swift as he angrily pulled her arm. she was crying as he dragged her over to a nearby tree before slinging her against it. maddy was light, easy for nate to throw around if he wanted to, something he'd enjoy at the start of their relationship. but now... now he had to do it to make her truly hate him. even if she didn't want to.

she let out a cry of fear as her back hit the tree with force and then nate pressed his body to hers, closing any space between them. he looked down for a moment, his breaths coming out in quick pants, clearly frustrated.

finally, his cold eyes met hers, his handsome face etched with a violent rage. he pushed her hands by her side against the rough bark of the tree, a force enough to leave bruises before he finally spoke. "you're going to listen to me. really listen and keep your ears open, okay?"

she nodded fearfully, her eyes blinking up at him as her heart sank. sadly, she recognized this look on nate all too well, having seen it plenty of times. but it still scared her, she never knew how far he would take it each time it happened.

nate clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring as he breathed, "you're not going to speak to me. you're not going to run after me. you're not going to come up to me at school or show up to my house anymore. you're not going to call me or fucking send me a bunch of desperate texts. you're not going to go near my parents or brother. you're not going to look in my fucking direction. do you understand?"

maddy swallowed, looking into his black eyes with pure terror. nate pressed against her thin arms harder against the tree, his broad chest against hers. she couldn't run, and she could barely speak, her words lost.

"do you fucking understand?" nate asked again, his deep voice holding a cold ferocity that made her shake. she couldn't speak so she just nodded, too stunned to even scream for help.

finally he released his grip on her, his body moving away to where he had just pinned her to the tree and took a few slow steps backwards. she stayed there, feeling the pounding of her beating heart throughout her petite form. nate put his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, turning around and beginning to walk away before he stopped in his tracks, turning his head slightly so that she could hear his final words to her.

"oh and maddy," he began, glancing at her shivering form still pressed to the tree behind her, "your new friend, the new girl? don't go near her, or i'll fucking kill you."

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as nate made his way into ap english the next day, he was happy. after that night, maddy hadn't even sent a text to him or sought him out in the school hallways. he'd even smiled to himself that morning before getting ready for school, feeling a weight finally lifted from his shoulders as he let the cold water from the shower run over his lean muscular body.

once he'd known that maddy was out of the picture and he spotted the shy girl in class, she wasn't just the timid new girl to him anymore, she was now you in his mind. and you meant everything.

he half listened as mrs. gonazales spoke to the class and began teaching, reading some passages from the novel they had been studying. nate had an idea, a way to finally start getting closer to you, so he quietly ripped out a page from his notebook. he took his pen and wrote a simple, 'CAN WE TALK?', before folding it in half and gently dropping it on your desk beside him while mrs. gonzales had her back turned. he didn't watch you open the note or see your reaction, he just kept his eyes on the board in front of him, keeping his expression nonchalant.

despite feeling excited about the fact that he could get closer to you now, he wondered if maddy had said anything to you or kat about the night before. you were friends with them, something he still didn't understand. you were nothing like maddy's usual type of friend. kat dressed loud and despised him, cassie was desperate and a slut, and BB was a no good stoner who annoyed nate with her stupidity. you... you were so much more than them. you had potential. you had a silent grace about you that he'd noticed, an innocence that only he felt worthy of. you didn't have to be loud like the other friends of maddy's to show the world who you were, you were just you. he hoped maddy didn't say anything, hoping his threat to her was enough to keep her quiet and away from you.

once the bell rang, nate was slow grabbing his things, testing if you would come up to him after he'd given you the note. students piled out of the classroom and mrs.gonzales was no where to be seen after he heard you take a few steps towards him. he slung his back pack over one of his shoulders and saw you standing in front of him, looking nervous as usual. nate could've screamed about how adorable you looked, holding the note between your small fingers as your doe eyes looked up at him.

"you-you wanted to talk?" he heard your soft voice say. he blinked at you and nodded, giving you a soft smile in an effort to make you feel less intimidated around him.

he leaned his body against a desk for support before he spoke. "yeah, uh. listen, i know you don't know me that well but you were really nice about helping me out before when i first transferred into this class. i'll be honest, i'm not much of a reader and it's hard to stay caught up between practice and my other classes," he lied, making sure to avoid eye contact with you so he'd look nervous, "i was just, uh, wondering if maybe you'd be down to study with me sometime after school. like if maybe you'd help me out?"

he finally looked at you once he finished his whole spiel, adding on another layer by scratching the back of his neck. you honestly looked surprised by his request, your soft features looking up at him with a bit of shock before you snapped out of it.

"o-oh, yeah. um... i-i don't mind," you answered quietly, still fidgeting with the note he'd given you earlier.

nate smiled and bit his lip, biting back a smirk at your approval. "cool. i mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. i'm sure you have other classes and stuff you have to worry about. i get it," he said, making sure to look you in the eye then. he knew you were too sweet to say no, he could tell you couldn't dismiss someone who'd ask for your help. you were kind like that, and nate could definitely take advantage of that kindness in the future. you shook your head before gracing him with a polite smile.

"i-i don't mind at all," you smiled, making nate's heart feel warmer than before.

"cool," nate said, "well uh, can i have your number?" you seemed surprised by his request again, your pretty eyes going all wide as you looked at him. he liked that. in fact, he loved that look. he let out a soft chuckle, trying to put your nerves at ease, "so we can text about getting together after school sometime."

nate's heart almost melted as he watched you understand what he was asking for, the causal intentions behind it. though, he did have other intentions. he wanted to text you, wanting your number instead of having to dm you on instagram like all the other random creeps from the school probably did. nate saw it as an intimacy thing, knowing he'd feel pride in having your personal number.

he watched as you awkwardly fished your phone from your bag, noticing that your case had small pink flowers all over it. it suited you, all tiny and feminine. he got his own phone from his pocket and handed it to you causally before you handed him yours with shaky fingers. he smiled as he held your phone in his large hands, his thumb typing in his own number with ease. he liked that you didn't just tell him your number, that you'd rather exchange them so that he could be a new contact in your phone. he typed his name in before handing it back to you and you awkwardly handed him his phone back in return. "cool," he said, "i'll text you."

he wished he didn't have to walk away in that moment and just stay, enjoy your presence for a little longer. but he had to take things slow, seem causal but friendly. as nate made his way to his next class he felt on top of the world, his tall figure looking down on the students that past him in the hall and feeling like he'd just won. he knew drama with maddy might swirl around his back, that his football buddies would be asking about her or he'd hear whispers in the halls, but at that moment he didn't care. he was one step closer in having you by his side.

he didn't talk to you the rest of the day, though he watched you at your locker from the corner of his eye between classes. he liked what you were wearing, a tight white blouse that fit nice around your body with a modest denim skirt around your hips. he wished he'd told you how pretty you looked when he had talked to you after class but he couldn't yet. he'd save his compliments about how soft and beautiful you were when you were finally at ease with his presence.

after school, nate sat in his truck and waited for you exit the building. he'd already seen your fathers red car waiting at the entrance. once he saw you get in it, he couldn't help himself, pulling out of the parking lot right after it. he followed behind, making sure to keep a good distance as to not draw attention, keeping his dark eyes on the silhouette of the back of your head from the back windshield. he wondered if you had a good relationship with your father, if he were any better than his own. but nate quickly reminded himself that anyone was probably better than cal.

nate was slightly surprised when the red car didn't take the right turn to your neighborhood, instead going straight and staying on the highway. nate pressed the gas a little harder to keep up, but still let two cars get in between, wanting to make sure your father wouldn't realize he was following. it was only a few moments later when he realized where your father was taking you, his truck three cars behind as your father pulled into a shopping center. nate drove past as he saw you and your father get out in front of an older pizza place tucked into the shopping center. he drove a couple circles through the crowded parking lot when he knew you were both inside before finally pulling in a few parking spaces behind the red car.

he let his eyes scan inside the dimly lit building, noticing that a server had put you and your father right beside the tall front window in a booth. his day was only getting better, first he had your number and now he could keep a good eye on you after school and watch as you enjoyed some dinner with your father. nate leaned back in his seat some, getting comfortable as he watched you laugh and smile as you spoke to the older man sat across from you. the way you seemed comfortable, at ease with your dad, was something foreign to nate.

maybe at some point he'd been that way in his life, but now all he could remember is living in his fathers shadow. his mother, marsha, still tried to reach him sometimes, still tried to break through the cold barrier he had put up but it was futile. nate had began hating marsha long ago, when he realized how weak she was to put up with his dad. his father was a con, a fake in his eyes, a despicable man who did things behind closed doors that would make the comfortable castle they lived in fall down if anyone found out. as much as nate hated his father, he protected the man. his secrets. and sometimes he didn't know why and it would keep him up at night trying to figure it out.

nate watched you and your father eat and talk with an eager fascination. he could tell you were close to him, that you probably trusted your father and loved him. despite the normalcy of that, nate couldn't help but feel his chest tinge with jealousy. he wondered what your father might say or do once he found out you belonged to nate in the future. it didn't really matter though, nate would do anything he could to keep you. even if it meant going through your own father.

nate didn’t follow the red car right away after you and your fathered had finished eating. he was still sat in his truck a while after, scrolling through the the texts on his phone. it was mostly his team’s group chat, his buddies sending the usual nonsense like new nudes on the slut pages or funny memes. he was content that maddy hadn’t texted him, believing that what he’d said at the park finally got through to her. he gave it some time before he drove to your house to keep watch, the evening sun beginning to set and your quiet neighborhood settling over in darkness. he saw that the upstairs light was on again in the window, knowing you were probably not in bed yet.

he bit his lip as he clicked on the contact you’d made in his phone earlier that day, his thumbs twitching to text you. he knew he should be patient, maybe let you text him first, but he figured you were too shy. that’s why his heart started to race once his phone buzzed with a text from you.

it surprised nate, he wasn’t expecting you to text him first. he’d figure he’d have to initiate all your interactions in the future for his plan, but that didn’t stop him from being a little excited that you were thinking of him just now, at night. his dark eyes glanced up to the light in the upstairs window, knowing you were somewhere up there thinking of him enough to text him. it was more perfect than he’d imagined.

‘hi, sorry to bother u but did u want to set up a time for us to study soon?’

god, even your texts were cute. he smirked as he glanced from the upstairs of your house and back to his phone, clicking on the message to show he’d read it. he let his mind wander a bit, picturing you sitting on your bed in your pajamas, with your precious heart racing as you waited for his reply. the thought alone made his pants tighten. he quickly typed back, not letting you wait for long.

‘yeah. wht works best for u? i have practice tuesdays and thursdays. games on fridays evry 2 wks.’

he kept it straight to the point, letting you believe that his only intentions were for you to be a serious study partner. anyone could tell by how you acted in class that you were a good student and nate wondered if you’d tutored before. he saw that you’d read his message and his eyes darted back to the upstairs window, his stomach flipping as he imagined you surprised by his quick text back. he pictured your sweet face focused, trying to come up with the perfect, polite response. wanting to be professional but also knowing that you were nervous. he wondered what you thought of him, if you only saw him as maddy’s boyfriend, as a popular jock archetype that many people saw him as. he wondered if you were compassionate enough to try and see through that, if you were interested in trying to figure the ‘real’ him. it made him smile deviously at the thought, like he wasn’t purposely trying to appeal to you in any way he could. you were just too naive and kind to resist.

‘i’m free pretty much everyday after school. i study alone anyway so it wouldn’t be any different for u to be there. where would u like to meet up?’

nate felt himself grinning as he read your response. how perfect, he thought to himself, there’d be no conflicting problems in your schedule to study with him. it was almost too good to be true. almost.

[pumpkinsy0]

A lil cliche ask cause people are posting more fluffy papercut now instead of just pain and it got my mind thinking

Hcs for ponyboy going to a party and it's not really his thing so him and curly just spend the whole night together because neither of them wanna go home? I could see this being before they actually fully get together but like, there's a mutual understanding that there's more going on if you know what I mean

no worries!!! tbh i feel this happened between them before they got together so we can hold hands and imagine this together,,,just u and me,,,

•on a normal day curly doesnt wanna go home and its usually bc of his parents, but this time it was bc of tim. recently curlys been fucking up his jobs and tims been on his ass about it so for now, curly doesnt wanna face him. nothing BAD happened at home recently to pony, but there r moments where he doesnt wanna go home cause it feels suffocating remembering who used to sit next to him, whos voices he used to hear in a particular part of the home, yada yada yada and not experiencing that anymore, so he cant bring himself to stay there for long

•curly invited pony to this party at bucks as his plus one, but curly could tell pony wasnt fuckin w it fr, usually pony was trying to come up w a way to say no cause parties arent rlly his scene and ESPECIALLY in this scenario where its a party at some random persons place he doesnt know. pony knewww he should say no but hey, anything to stay from being home. plus w the way curly was asking and looking at him, how could he

•being there, pony was huggin thee fawwkk out the corner and ppl watching cause he dunno nobody else, ponys not drinking but curly has a bit of a buzz goin on so hes letting himself go, nothing against curly but pony knew that would end up happening so he was already regretting staying

•curly tried getting pony to relax, yknow have a good time, introducing pony to other ppl but pony wasnt biting down, curly chose to doing his normal party tricks to entertain pony but pony just felt like curly was kinda leaving him to do more “important things” the more pony didnt pay attention to him the more curly just got dejected

•eventually curly cut his loses and notices ponys outside so goes to follow, it was getting hot anyways. when they met outside they said nothing to each other, barely even looked each others way. not much they COULD say to each other, they havent been talking much lately

•curly has a lil weed in his pocket and some rolling paper, so decides to get a lil busy w it while pony watches on. by the time hes rolled up and took some hits, curlys found it within himself to ask if pony wants and while pony was trying NOT to cough up a lung cause he forgot it was weed n not a cigarette so he took one big pull, curly started walking away from the porch. cause pony didnt wanna b alone, he followed!!

•neither of them could b BOTHERED w talking, theyre so mentally done, just them being together was enough. theyre so sick of talking about whats wrong that they dont wanna explain it to anyone

•they eventually got hungry cause the snacks at the party was SHIET so they aint eat anything. did they even HAVVEEEE money??? no they planned to dine and dash but to b nice all they ordered was a burger and fries, nothin too fancy. pony fed some fries into curlys mouth and curly tried to b romantic and licked ketchup from the side of ponys mouth, theyre so romantic❤️

•when their legs carried them as far as they could go on half eaten stomachs, nothing felt real. not in a bad way, in a “its just u and me” type thing, like nothing could touch em, they felt like they were floating and my christ after the weeks theyve had, they want this to last forever

•they fell asleep in a hang out spot of shepards territory. when they wake up, tomorrow they would b found by some of the shepard gang and laughed at, and pony would go home to being yelled at and curly would get another job from tim in order to “prove himself”, for now tho, theyre tired and comfy, tad bit cold cause theyre using curlys jacket as a blanket, but theyll live

[marvel-y-obsessed]

From Secret To Public

Req yes/no

Summary: m/n helps steve feel more comfortable in his skin and helping him come out and telling the team they're dating

Genre: fluff

It's been about 2 months since Steve and I started dating, while yes we haven't told the team that we were dating. Mainly because steve is scared that the team is gonna start to hate him and kick him out, but what he’s even more scared of is that m/n is gonna be attacked because of it. It may be a little irrational to think about but I understand where he’s coming from.

“Steve, listen to me babes. They aren't going to get mad or anything.” I say holding steve in my arms “i- i know but i just cant help but feel helpless” he confesses. “Babe how about we go and do everything you love then we can have a convo with the team? Would you like that?” I question. “I-i would like that a lot actually thank you m/n.” “Of course anything for my baby”

When i took steve put we went to all his favorite places. We went to Starbucks, target, chipotle, ice skating, and a few more places. Honestly i’d say the best place we went to today was the rink, only because it was empty and we could do basically anything. I didn’t know steve was such a good skater until today. I knew he could skate but apparently he took loads of figure skating classes because he knew i loved watching figure skaters. I really dont deserve him, but im glad i chose him and he chose me.

*time skip to after the cute outing*

“Babe, do you wanna go home now?” I ask walking and hold his hand in the park. “You read my mind m/n i was about to say that.” He chuckled. “Well I'm just that good.” I brag while smirking at him.

*at the base*

“Bubs, are you ready to tell them at dinner? If you aren't, I totally understand.” I say caressing his cheek. “No yeah I'm ready, just a little nervous,” he says in a lower tone. “You’ll do great, yes they might not know that im gay but we’ll do amazing,” i peck him on the lips and give him a hug.

*a while into dinner*

“G-guys, I have an announcement to make.” Steve nervously says. “Oh what is it?” Tony asks curiously because Steve is rarely nervous. “So uh…” Steve starts to panic. “Breath.” I whisper to him. “Ok* Steve takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “Im gay, and im dating m/n” he said quickly. “WHAT?!” The rest of the table screams. Steve starts to tear up and just as fast as they came they fall down his rosey cheeks. “I- i told you they would do this to me.” He cries in front of the table. “Wait Steve, that's not what we mean, we were just suprised. We are so happy for you, and for m/n!” “Oh thank god. Thank you guys.” Steve clams down and thanks them. “Thank you guys.” I thank them as well.

*after dinner*

“See babe i told you they’d be fine with it.” Yeah I guess you're right.” Steve agrees “I feel kinda silly now.” “Let's sleep babies, I'm tired after all we did today.” I yawn. “Yeah goodnight my love, I love you too.” Steve says coming closer to cuddle. “Goodnight love, I love you too.”

[lildashofheaven1]

‘Forever’

Joseph Quinn x female actress y/n

The big Dayyyy

“Y/n!! Y/n wake upp!” My bridesmaid yells as she launches herself on my bed.

“Im up im up” i responded.

I looked around the room to see all my bridesmaids stood around with the happiest grins on their faces.

Maya (my maid of honor) sat next to me on the hotel rooms bed.

“You excited?”

“Of course i am! Marrying the man of my dreams” i responded, finally waking up fully.

After having room service delivered we were all getting our hair and make up done, obviously me being the bride i was sat right in front of the large windows having my bridemaids around me bringing me champagne etc.

After we had gotten ready we all got dressed and sat together for a while until.

“Knock knockk” i heard said from the other side of my door.

I opened it to see jamie (my best friend) smiling at me.

“How are you feeling love?” He asked me

“Amazing! I cant wait to be Mrs Y/n Quinn” i grinned at him.

He looked at me, full glam and in a wedding dress

“You look lovely y/n, im so proud of you”

We sat around and chatted for a while until one of my bridesmaids made a dumb joke about him running last minute.

“Fuck off” i brushed it off.

“You have no clue how josephs been acting, omg look” jamie said as he got his phone out.

He started playing the video.

“Shes just so amazing isnt she though, like you can say it mate. She so beautiful, and kind and sweet and i cant believe i convinced her to marry me” joseph said as he stood in front of the mirror fixing his tie.

“Yeah she certainly is something mate” jamie responded sat on the bed in josephs hotel room

“I dont think we have to worry about him running” jamie giggled

“Right i best be off to calm down the groom”jamie added as he stood.

I gave him a hug before he left.

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I stood at the entrance of the wedding, brushing down my dress, all my bridesmaids had been down already and all were waiting for me.

The instrumental of ‘Make you feel my love’ by Adele started playing as i stood at the end of the aisle.

I saw at the other end of the aisle, the love of my life stood with his eyes already watering which only got worse as he locked eyes with me.

I began walking down the aisle while linking arms with my father.

I was about four steps away from joseph to see him look into my eyes and whisper “i love you so much”

My eyes started watering, this is so sureal!

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“And now joseph your vows to y/n” the preist smiles at him as he gets a piece of paper out of his pocket and take a deep breathe before saying.

“Y/n, i cant believe today is happening, it feels like yesterday jamie introduced us to each other and i knew from the second i met you… that you were the girl for me, i cant see my future in any way that hasnt got you in it, i am forever going to choose to share my happiness with you, every part of you i love, and i will always love. You are my every dream come true and i cant wait to cherish our lives together”

He looks up from his paper to suck in a breathe and look around, i reached to the pockets in my dress and pulled out a tissue and wiped his eyes gently before he continued.

“I am yours, forever and always and i am so honoured that you chose me to share your life with, because of you i am slowly but surely becoming the person i always dreamed of being. I will fight with you and for you, and i will forever be open to any challenges we may face as we will face them together”

He took a pause and giggled slightly before continuing.

“I promise to never watch an episode on netflix without you, no matter how much it tempts me.I promise to unclog the drains even though your the only one of us with long hair. I promise to make you a bacon sandwich whenever your hungover, additionally, i promise to not open the curtains, turn the light on or deliberately clatter when your hungover. I promise that if it ever comes down to choosing between you and the dog, ill let you down gently. I promise to always notice when you get a hair cut. I promise ill always let you try my food even though i told you to order your own. I promise to open jars for you and say that you loosened it for me and most of all i promise to love you, all of you for the rest of time”

Throughout this part i had been giggling along with the guests to how well he knows me and even though my eyes were flooding i still smiled up at him.

I took a deep breathe as i got the piece of paper out of the pocket of my dress.

“Joe, i cannot believe i am standing in front of the most beautiful, kind and understanding man and am about to say i do. Thank you for being there whenever i need you, thank you for being the person i can run to when i feel sad and in need of a shoulder to cry on. But most of all thank you for loving the parts of me that aren’t easy to love. I remember our first date, in a run down little pub in south london, and while i was sat there pretending i liked watching rugby and you brought me a drink over with that cheeky little grin of yours, i knew in that moment that you were the man i was going to spend the rest of my life with”

“Since we’ve been together Ive never felt unloved or unwanted and i never want that to change. I promise to love you and care for you until my dying breath, i vow to always stand beside you through thick and thin, to always hold your hand through every challenge we face and to support you in whatever you choose to do. For us, home isnt a place but a person and i think we’re both finally home”

I paused to wipe my eyes and look up above before carrying on

“I can only thank you for putting up with me because im a mess all the time and im so grateful to have you with me, when you met me i was a broken vase and you took the time to lovingly glue me back together, i love you so much joey, all of you, forever and always. I love you for all the reasons you dont love yourself and i can only hope to raise your self esteem so that you can see yourself the way i see you. My love for you will never falter and i cannot wait to take on the rest of our lives together, i love you joseph”

After our vows, both of us aswell as the majority of the guests were in floods of tears.

“Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn do you take y/n l/n to be your lawful wedded wife?” The priest says

“I do” joseph said while looking into my eyes

“And do you y/n m/n l/n take Joseph Anthony Francis Quinn to be your lawful wedded husband”

“I do” i said with a smile

“Then by the power vested in me i now pronounce you husband and wife, joseph you may now kiss your bride”

With that joseph held me close to him and kissed me, we kissed for around 20 seconds before breaking to look out at the cheering guests.

When we pulled away joseph whispered to my lips

“I cant wait to get you out of that dress later tonight”

I gasped and said

“Joseph we are in a church” we both giggled at his boyish charm.

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“Alright Alright! Quieten down everyone its speech time!” Jamie stood from the long table we were on ( me and joe obvs, joes mum and dad and my parents, followed by Maya my maid of honore and jamie the best man)

“Now i did ask for a microphone however there wasnt one available so those in the back if the people in front of you arent laughing then that just reassures that your not missing out on much. So obviously i dont need to do a whole speech about how perfect these two are for each other, because just look at them, theyre like a pair of teenagers all over each other. I feel immense pride that i am the one who set these two up, y/n i remember working together on sweeney todd and i just knew we were going to be friends forever, and i am aware that sounds incredibly cheesey. And joe, my brother from another mother, like it or not your stuck with me for life. Your two are the ultimate power couple, and i am so happy for you both because your love is one to be envied” jamie got serious then looked down and laughed before saying

“Right enough from me, im gonna keep this speech like y/n short but funny, thank you everyone. To joseph and y/n!” Jamie toasted before raising his non alcoholic drink meaning everyone did the same.

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Joseph held his hand over mine and we slid the knife down to cut our beautiful wedding cake.

We had placed the slice on a plate and joseph grabbed a fork and got a bit of it and raised it to my mouth, i smiled up at him and ate the cake before smiling at him before saying

“Oh love its fucking gorgeous”

“And that is why i love you” he giggled before having some too.

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“And now Joseph and y/n will take to the floor for their first dance!” Jamie announced through the microphone at our after party.

Joseph stood up from his chair and held his hand out for me, which i gladly accepted.

We got to the dance floor as our song began playing

Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Time stands still

Beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

One step closer

One step closer

I have died every day waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more.

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me.

I have loved you for a thousand years.

I'll love you for a thousand more

After our slow dance had ended everyone cheered and the next song played this one being

“Wonderwall”

To which everyone had joined us on the dance floor and we all jumped,sang and danced to the iconic song

“I love y/n” joseph said to me in my ear

“I love you more joseph” i said back

“Not possible” he responded with a smirk