#concealed carry reciprocity

[sprites4ever]

Here's an Example as to why Donald Trump is fascist

Donald Trump wants Concealed Carry Reciprocity.

What is that?

In the United States, it is not automatically legal to carry a firearm in a concealed manner just because one has a firearms license. One needs to obtain a special additional permission to do so. Like most things in the United States, Concealed Carry is decided on a state-by-state basis, meaning a person's permission for Concealed Carry only applies in the state it in which it was issued.

Concealed Carry Reciprocity is the legal concept that a permission for Concealed Carry, issued in any state, applies in all states. So, if a gun owner was permitted to Concealed Carry in Oklahoma, he can currently only do so in Oklahoma. Doing it in any other state is a crime. Under Concealed Carry Reciprocity, it would not be.

What does Donald Trump intend with this?

Donald Trump knows that his most loyal followers live in deep red states, which also have the highest concentrations of gun owners. Due to the high concentrations and due to Republicans being generally against gun control, it is likelier that more gun owners in red states have Concealed Carry permission. Donald Trump wants to allow people to Concealed Carry in any state if they've received permission in one, because he knows that most people who will take advantage of this will be his most loyal followers.

Donald Trump plans to lay the groundwork for his version of Mussolini's Blackshirts and Hitler's Brownshirts, his own paramilitary force of loyal followers who are ready to attack and murder fellow citizens in open daylight for their political positions that oppose their idol. Concealed Carry Reciprocity makes it easier for them to do this.

This is fascism.

[hiphopraisedmetheblog]

TRUMP ANNOUNCED FULL CONCEAL CARRY RECIPROCITY

Understanding Trump’s Announcement on Full Concealed Carry Reciprocity In a significant move, former President Donald Trump announced full concealed carry reciprocity, a policy that would demand all states recognize concealed carry permits issued by other states. This announcement carries profound implications for gun rights advocates, state laws, and the ongoing national debate over firearms…

[suguann]

✎. he tells you they’re the problem and leaves it at that before sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, but he's also kinda sweet?? [18+ only]

You like your new roommate.

Simon’s surprisingly better to have around than the last person who lived with you—a girl you knew from college who had an affinity for stealing your clothes and conveniently never had money for rent. He’s the type to make you soup when you’re sick, acknowledge you if you’re in the same room, water your flowers while he rolls his cigarettes on the fire escape, and carry your groceries up the four flights of stairs to your floor. 

He’s attractive, too, in the not-so-conventional sense, but in a disarming way, all small smiles and knowing looks and soft hair you know he doesn’t put much effort into—that sometimes curls around his ears when he lets it get too long—yet it still manages to look better than yours on the best days. 

He never tells you what he does for work, and you’re too polite to ask. But you have a feeling he makes enough to afford a place on the less crime-infested side of town—somewhere nicer than your cramped apartment with its outdated appliances, leaky faucets, and the bright neon sign atop the building across the street that shines through your windows all times of the day—but he says he’s not ready to live alone.

Something tells you there’s more to it than him being a lonely bachelor, but again, you don’t pry.

“Does this place have wi-fi?” is all he’d said the first time you meet, in a voice so smooth and only slightly broken up by his accent, clad in a shirt that looked two sizes too small around his arms and clutching a duffle bag in one big hand. 

Your brain was this shaken-up box of words and syllables that when you answered him, it came out in a nervous stutter. “Y-yeah, I’ll, er…I’ll give it to you—the password, I mean—once you've moved in. If that’s okay.”

He’d dropped his duffle bag in front of the room that would be his. “Consider me moved in.”

The smile he gave you, crinkling eyes and chuckling lightly, only made the stutter worse. 

You let his charm roll off you; you always figured it came naturally to him, a characteristic that comes with being attractive and good.

A handful of months later—of finding a routine around each other and lazy smiles in the morning—something changes the night you go out with a guy Mary from work eagerly sets you up with. 

His name’s Robb, he’s a doctor, and you both love cats; he has a house in Spain. Did I mention he's my cousin?

(A dull no way concealed behind your teeth.

If you hadn’t said yes, you feared your entire lunch break would consist of her waxing poetic over a man you're unsure about meeting.)

For a flicker of a moment, there’s an unreadable expression on Simon’s face as he watches you touch up your makeup in the hallway mirror and slip your hand into the crook of your date’s elbow at the door. There’s a slight glint of something uncharacteristically cold behind the mask of indifference before a small smile replaces it.

“Have a nice night,” you throw over your shoulder, except you don’t notice that he never says it back.

You mope around the apartment when Robb—who surprisingly exceeded your expectations of mediocre dates, not that you ever plan on admitting that to Mary—doesn’t reach out to you for three days. Then a week. You’re at that age to understand when people get busy, and a nice night doesn’t always mean it’s mutually reciprocated. But you liked him, and it felt promising after he’d kissed you goodnight against your front door. 

It had to have been the kiss that turned him off. Maybe he realized it was too much too soon.

When Simon finds you curled up in a ball under your comforter, one thumb gently wiping away your tears, he doesn’t even bring up your date. Instead, he orders your favorite take-out and puts on a sitcom you’d mentioned to him once—somewhat surprised that he remembers—the dreamy doctor who’d ghosted you blissfully forgotten with greasy food and a warm, comforting chest to rest your head on.

Simon’s there again—sweets in hand and a soft voice to soothe you—when another date (Rin from finance on your floor) a month later is a no-show, and a few weeks after that when Rin tells you without context that he can’t see you anymore. 

The third time of let downs feels worse. It’s worse because maybe there’s something wrong with you, and when you ask Simon, he’s too nice to rub salt in your wounds. He tells you they’re the problem and leaves it at that before sliding a plate of eggs and toast in front of you.

You've been Simon's roommate for a year, and he doesn't take it well when you tell him you're looking for a new place.

It’s after he comes home from a three-month work trip. The shadow that crosses over his face should’ve been your first hint that something is wrong.

Had you noticed the signs sooner, you wonder if you’d be less like prey caught by the softness of your underbelly, kept in place by the scruff, and sharp teeth at your neck.

"Beg me. Beg me not to cum in you."

"S-Simon," you whimper wetly, "don't cum in—ah—me."

His fingers hold your chin with an unyielding grip, ensuring your gaze doesn’t stray from his in the cracked mirror. You’re embarrassed by what you see, how spread open you are to his dark, inkwell eyes hungrily watching as you twitch when his other hand slides between your thighs.

"Don’t stop begging, love,” he growls, squeezing you tighter, “or I might forget."

There’s that dark look again, the one that sends a shivery feeling up your spine, possessive almost with how he traces every inch of you as if burning the image of you into his memory, the softness washed away by something more sinister. 

A little voice in the back of your head tells you to flee, but another knows he'd find joy in catching you. 

No one would ever think your sweet, attractive roommate would be the same man staring at you now—everything you thought you knew about him stripped away to reveal a new canvas, bare for splashes of paint to fill in the cracks—teeth marks imprinted along the curve of your jaw, on the inside of your thighs.

He hides it well. His humble personality doing the trick of being the impenetrable mask for what he’s concealing underneath: a raw obsession, an addict finally getting his hands on his favorite drug, someone who can’t recognize defeat and knows how to take.

“What do they have that I don’t? Hm? Must be a desperate little thing. My pretty slut,” Simon’s voice rumbles low against your ear, shy of unhinged. “They won’t treat you as good as I do. Don’t I treat you good?”

You whimper when his grip grows tighter, but he doesn’t seem to notice—like he’s not fully here with you. No trace of the soft, gentle man who keeps the freezer full of your favorite ice cream, who runs to the store when you run out of tampons and comes back with chocolate and a new pair of fuzzy socks. A few words have turned him into someone you don’t know. Perhaps you never did.

“Answer me.”

An indiscernible  squeak is the only sound you make. 

He chuckles darkly, his head dipping down to rest his lips against the fluttering pulse in your neck, a finger slipping through the alarming amount of wetness between your thighs where his cock rends you down the middle, and begins rubbing firm, tight circles over your clit, pulling a moan from your throat. 

“It’s okay, love,” he mumbles, words barely audible above your heartbeat swimming in your ears. “I’ll be everything for you. Everything you need. I’ll show you why I’m better.”

[literaryvein-reblogs]

a writer's list of "beautiful" words

to try to include in your next poem/story

Aestival - of or relating to the summer

Affusion - an act of pouring a liquid on something or someone (as in baptism)

Agathokakological - composed of both good and evil

Agrise - terrify; affright

Alastor - any of certain avenging deities or spirits especially in Greek antiquity

Alexithymia - inability to identify and express or describe one's feelings; people with alexithymia typically display a lack of imaginative thought, have difficulty distinguishing between emotions and bodily sensations, and engage in logical externally oriented thought

Antipelargy - defined by Thomas Blount in his 1656 dictionary as “the reciprocal love of chil­dren to their Parents”, or (more generally) “any requital or mutual kindness”

Anxiogenic - producing anxiety

Barleyhood - bad temper caused by drinking

Cachinnate - to laugh loudly or immoderately

Desticate - defined by Henry Cockeram in his 1623 English Dictionarie as “to cry like a rat”

Eudaemonic - producing happiness

Infelicific - not productive of happiness; productive of unhappiness

Limicolous - living in mud

Mundivagant - wandering over the world

Nepenthe - once referred to a potion used by the ancients to make one forget pain or sorrow; it was later used for anything that provided such relief

Opsimath - a person who begins to learn late in life

Peccability - capability of sinning

Surcease - to come to an end; or to put an end to something

Umbratile - carried on in seclusion; or hidden away or otherwise concealed so as not to be seen

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read them!

More: Lists of Beautiful Words ⚜ Word Lists ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[gardenwons]

HELP YOU OUT :: sim jaeyun

SYNOPSIS: jake always helped you out with anything, but now that he evidently has a problem down there you decided it was time to reciprocate the care and love he had always shown you.

PAIRINGS: bf nerd!jake x gf reader

GENRE: established relationship, smut, fluff.

WORD COUNT: 1.1K

WARNINGS: blowjob, praise, pet names, smut w/ almost no plot, shy jake :((, maybe also not shy jake :))

Jake was always shy when around you, even as he mustered up the courage to ask you out, his nervousness made him a stuttering mess, and the words he wanted to say seemed to playfully dance just out of reach. But, fortunately, you knew him well already, and your heart warmed at the sight of his charming shyness. Giving a nod then a peck on his cheek, shocked- he stared at you in awe, already somewhat in love with you.

Another day, and it was time for the usual study date with Jake. He was a diligent student, always focused on his academics. As you both settled in, you couldn't help but notice the tension painted on his face, cheeks redder than ever.

Whenever you accompanied Jake to the library, it seemed like a recurring scene that played out. You would sometimes get so engrossed in your studies that you'd doze off, and he, being the sweetest boyfriend, would gently wake you up with a tender touch. With a caring gesture, he'd wipe off any stray droplets from the corner of your mouth. Both your bags are already packed, him carrying it for you as he accompanies you home. His loving nature always shone through, and you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone as caring as him in your life. You cherished these little moments that strengthened his trust and love in you.

But today was different, the air felt thick as he kept fidgeting in his seat beside you, worried— you'd place the back of your hand over his forehead and he flinches. "huh? what's wrong, love?" you'd ask in worry, placing your hand over his, trying to meet his eyes that were purposefully averting your gaze.

A soft nothing comes out of him as he fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose, trying to focus back on his textbook on whatever physics topic he was on. Worry doesn't leave your body as your eyes travel around his body, searching for any bruises or wounds until they drop to his pants, which appeared to be far too tight for whatever was developing underneath. Your breath hitched, it's not like you both haven't done anything close to something like that, but still.

Your fingers ghosted over his thighs, with that— his head whipped so fast in your direction and blinked innocently. "What are you doing?" he asked, his plump lips begging to be kissed by you but you kept calm and grinned. Fingers grazing over his bulge, tracing over the length while staring him down hungrily. "m wanna help you, jakey" feigning a pout, you'd scoot closer to him as he panics. Eyes searching around the library where it was almost deserted except by the two of you.

"B-but we're studying? We need to study...I need to study" His eyes scan over yours, somewhat begging to not do it here but his grip on his pencil has grown so tight that his knuckles are turning white. "Let me help you please, just this once?" Jake would have his mouth agape, unsure of what to do or whether his morals would permit him to do it in this situation, but shockingly he nodded against his better judgement and watched as you disappeared under the table, hidden away from eyes that tried to pry.

"Be quiet for me, mhm?" you said as you unzipped his pants, hooking your fingers on both his undergarments and waited for his response. Sweat was already forming on his temples, he gulped and moaned as a form of yes. His thick member sprang out of his pants, staring at it in shock at how big your shy boyfriend was concealing. 

Despite the fact that you didn't know why he had such a nasty little problem, you were already taking his head in your mouth, sucking on it sweetly. Jake wasn't sure if he found this way too kinky, but he was obviously enjoying it as he clung desperately to the table's edges. The anxiousness in his chest died down when he looked down at how preciously dirty you looked.

"God, angel you look so good.." He'd whisper above his breath, a hand slowly making its way to your hair and gripping it gently. "M..more please?" he asked just as he had the confidence to push your head down his length, sucking in harshly from the warmth of your mouth. Holding back with all his might from fucking up in your throat and come so early.

Licking his lips, he'd be so shaky and hand would feel so clammy with his other hand still gripping the table so tightly. His body arched in response to your choked sound, which sounded like sweet music to him. He whines when you press against his thighs, pleading with him not to be too rough, but he can't help but marvel at you with hunger in his eyes every time his cock stuffs your mouth so nicely.

His small but increasingly erratic thrusts, glasses that fogged up as he gripped your hair more tightly, and praises that flowed from his mouth like a sinner's prayer, and god does he look so undeniably erotic in this fucked out state. Your nose hit his abdomen as he pushed your head downward. "Fuck- angel,'m so close," he says, his eyes closing tightly as he feels the orgasm rip through. He bites down on his bottom lip when he realises how you were swallowing, taking all of his load without missing a drop, being the good girl that you want to be for him at that moment.

Gently pulling away, he used his handkerchief to wipe off the sweat from your forehead and any residue from your mouth. Love adorned his face as he tidied and helped you back up to your seat. Jake showered your face with smouldering kisses, teasing, "Such an overachiever, huh?" You playfully slapped his shoulder, but he cooed, nuzzling at the crook of your neck, and softly murmured, "You did so well for me, angel." A dreamy sigh escaped him as he felt your hand stroke his hair.

"I never knew you could be this naughty, Sim Jake”you'd playfully remark, glancing at the table strewn with abandoned books and highlighters, shaking your head at what just happened. "Well…would you like to know more then?" Jake would ask, a hopeful expression in his puppy-like eyes as he gazed up at you with a subtle pout. And who were you to say no to him, honestly?

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: none

Part 11

Series Masterlist

You Say You Really Like It Being Mine

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The set was bustling with work, with filming taking place most days of the week. Your interactions with Hugh were limited to brief encounters in passing or at the end of the day when one of you walked through the door.

Today's filming session featured everyone preparing for a surprise birthday party scene for Wade. You walked over to the set, thoroughly scanning the script to ensure complete memorization.

An unexpected warmth envelops your body as Hugh embraces you from behind, nuzzling his chin against your shoulder and bestowing a soft kiss on your cheek. His gentle affection makes a smile tug at the corners of your lips, and you lean into his embrace, receiving his tenderness wholeheartedly. Hugh's voice, laced with a hint of relief and affection, breaks the air and he murmurs, his words carrying a sense of warmth. "There you are." He tightens his embrace, his tone filled with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness.

You turn around, still held securely within the warmth of his arms. A playful smile graces your lips as you meet his gaze, your voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. "Were you looking for me?" Hugh's gaze locks with yours, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of affection and amusement. He nods gently, his embrace remaining tight around you. "I was, actually," he responds, a hint of playfulness in his tone. "I couldn't go too long without seeing you." You can’t help but melt with his words. You lean towards his hold, “I missed you.”

Hugh's face softens, a warm smile spreading across his lips at your words. "I missed you too," he responds, his voice holding a gentle longing. As you lean in, he meets you halfway, reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and affectionate.

Ryan's voice cuts through the air, jolting you and Hugh apart. You both turn to look at him, slightly disoriented. Ryan has a cheeky grin on his face. "Hey lovebirds, we're ready on set." You chuckled softly as you walked hand-in-hand with Hugh towards the set. Just before you moved to your mark, he gently pulled you in for one last kiss, the affectionate gesture lingering on your lips. The kiss was a reminder of his presence even as you assumed your positions for the scene.

The director's voice rang out, commanding and authoritative. “Action!” The set is set into motion, the crew falling into their positions and the actors taking their marks. The cameras begin to roll, capturing every moment as the scene unfolds.

With a sense of excitement, you announce to the others, "Okay, Peter just texted me, and they're heading this way now! Everyone, time to hide!" The other actors scatter, finding their places to conceal themselves behind furniture, pillars, and other objects, their anticipation palpable in the air.

Sabrina quickly darted towards the nearby kitchen, her mind focused on her task. Within moments, she efficiently lit all the candles on the birthday cake and swiftly found a hiding spot near the door. She stood as still and quiet as she could, waiting anxiously for the perfect moment to make their surprise entrance, her heart pounded with anticipation.

The moment arrives as Wade and Peter enter the room, unaware of the awaiting surprise. The lights suddenly flicker on, accompanied by a chorus of voices yelling "Surprise!" Wade's eyes widen in surprise and disbelief, his mouth forming a wide smile. Peter stands beside him, with a grin.

Wade steps further into the room, still chuckling as he remarks, "Six years ago, you'd all be dead!" His words, playful and filled with humor, resonate through the room. He moves closer to the assembled group, a mix of amusement and affection in his gaze.

The party festivities continue, filled with lighthearted banter and laughter. Suddenly, a knock on the door disrupts the merriment. Sabrina, her smile still bright, takes it upon herself to open the door.

Sabrina's smile instantly fades as she steps outside, only to find not strippers, but several TVA agents instead. Her brows furrow with confusion and disappointment. She looks at the agents, her voice dripping with disbelief. "Hold on, you're definitely not the strippers I ordered."

One of the TVA agents steps forward, his tone firm and authoritative. "We need to speak to Wade Willison," he states matter-of-factly. The agent's eyes dart around, surveying the situation. Sabrina's annoyance and frustration mounts as she exclaims, "No shit! He's going to be so pissed!" Her voice rises with anger as she continues. "I specifically asked Patty to send-"

In a swift and ruthless manner, the TVA agent doesn't bother engaging further with Sabrina. He quickly unsheathes the pruning stick, wielding it with precision. Before Sabrina can utter another word, the stick glows and vibrates, sending her immediately into the void, erasing her existence in the blink of an eye.

The unexpected turn of events prompts the director to abruptly call out, "Cut!" The atmosphere on set shifts as everyone processes what just happened. Crew members pause their work, and the actors turn towards the director.

As the filming comes to a halt, you smile and walk away from the set, knowing that your next scene isn't scheduled until Thursday. You take a moment to relax and unwind, enjoying the break from the hectic filming routine. Just as you thought you had a moment to relax, Megan approaches, an iPad in one hand and a smile on her face. She takes a seat beside you and Hugh, clearly excited about something.

Megan gleefully shares the exciting news, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "So, I've booked the acoustic show for tomorrow, and you won't believe it – all the tickets sold out within the first hour!" Hugh's eyebrows shoot up with pride, "That's amazing darling!" The news definitely grabs your attention, a mix of excitement and disbelief palpable in the air.

As the news sinks in, a sense of pride washes over you. It's a significant achievement, a testament to your hard work and dedication. You can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction, knowing that your efforts have paid off.

Megan continues with more updates, her voice filled with excitement. "And the music video and single drop for 'Please' tonight at 10 p.m." She hands you the iPad, gesturing for you to approve the set list. Your thoughts drift to Hugh, anticipating the release of the video. A smile dances on your lips as you reflect on how he has truly brought the project to life. You can't help but feel a sense of anticipation, knowing that the video will undoubtedly captivate the audience and showcase his exceptional talent, and you know, his ability to ooze addictive sexual aura.

You looked to Hugh with a smile, “Would you come with me? As a little good luck charm?” Hugh's gaze meets yours, his smile mirroring yours as he responds to your question. "Of course, darling," he says, his voice holding warmth. "I'd love to come along as your good luck charm. Not that you need it."

You relished the cozy atmosphere of the acoustic performance. It allowed for a more personal connection with the audience, enabling you to engage with them on a deeper level. You felt a sense of closeness as you conversed and shared stories, creating a unique bond with the people who had come to support you.

At the mirror, you took a moment to appreciate your appearance. Tonight's dress carried a cleaner look, a departure from your usual stage costumes. Its snug fit, accentuated by tastefully placed cutouts, flawlessly showcased your personal style. With its chic design and effortlessly fashionable appeal, the outfit stood as a testament to your impeccable taste and undeniable style.

As Hugh stepped into the room, his eyes fell upon you, and a soft gasp escaped his lips. "My god," he murmured. A mix of admiration and adoration filled his expression as he took in the sight of you in your dress. With a soft smile, you reach out, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. The fabric of your dress rustles softly as you draw him closer, relishing the comfort of his presence.

Megan's cheerful voice pierces the air as she calls out, "Smile!" She positions her phone, capturing a picture of the two of you in a candid moment. The click of the camera shutter captures your embrace, immortalizing the moment in a single snapshot.

As you wait for your cue to take the stage, you find comfort in leaning against Hugh. His presence provides a sense of reassurance, and you can't help but feel the steady rhythm of his breaths against you. The backstage chatter and nerves begin to melt away, replaced by the reassurance of his support and love.

You step out from behind the curtain, greeted by a wash of applause and cheers from the small room. The energy in the room is palpable as the audience reacts to your appearance on stage. A warm smile spreads across your face as you soak in the moment, feeling the support and adoration from the crowd.

With a warm smile, you greet the audience, your voice carrying over the crowd. "Well, hey guys," you say, the words laced with a friendly and inviting tone. You wave to the audience, a sense of excitement and anticipation bubbling within you as you connect with the people who have come to support you.

As you continue with the set list, you seamlessly transition through a mix of songs from your previous albums, some well-chosen covers, and even a few special requests from the audience. Each song is performed with passion and authenticity, the music flowing effortlessly from your lips. You feel connected to the audience, their engagement fueling your performance and making the experience even more magical.

You take advantage of a brief interlude in the set and perch on the edge of the stage. Your gaze sweeps across the faces in the audience, and you take the opportunity to engage in casual conversation with a few spectators. The interaction is natural and unscripted, creating an intimate connection between you and the listeners as you share anecdotes, answer questions, and exchange lighthearted banter.

“How’d you do it?” One girl asks with a smile. You meet the girl's smile with one of your own, your eyes sparkling with warmth. "How did I do what?" you ask curiously, genuinely interested in her question.

“Lockdown Hugh Jackman!” A wave of laughter erupts from the audience as the girl playfully poses her question, causing you to burst into laughter and cover your mouth in mild embarrassment. You regain your composure and smile broadly. You chuckle and playfully respond to her question, playing into the tabloids' gossip. "Oh, come on now. You guys really believe all that junk they say?" Your tone is light and tinged with humor as you address the audience, maintaining the lighthearted atmosphere of the moment.

You can sense a mixture of excitement and disbelief in the audience as you mention Hugh, the anticipation mounting in the air. You smile and direct their attention towards the back, "Well, you should believe it because he's right back there." Your words send a ripple of curiosity and delight through the crowd, their gazes shifting towards the backstage area where Hugh is likely waiting.

You gesture for him to join you, and he steps out from behind the wings. Hugh emerges, offering a warm wave to the crowd. The audience erupts into cheers and applause, their excitement surging at the sight of him. His presence adds a touch of magic, making the moment more special and memorable.

You bite your lip, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through you. You pass him the spare mic, hoping he'll take the cue and join in. Your eyes implore him, silently asking for his participation, and anticipation hangs in the air as you wait for his response.

Hugh takes the mic with a warm smile, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. He knows exactly what you're hoping for, and the anticipation builds. The audience watches intently, their excitement growing as they eagerly await what's to come.

“What do you say, baby? Sing with me for these lovely people?” Hugh smiles warmly at your proposition and responds to your request, his voice smooth and confident. "Oh, Of course." The audience erupts in cheers and applause once again, their excitement growing as they prepare for a beautiful duet.

You share a smile with Hugh, feeling a rush of excitement as the audience eagerly awaits the upcoming song. The atmosphere is electric as you both prepare to engage in a special performance together. It's moments like these that remind you of why you love what you do, and you feel incredibly thankful for the support and connection you have with your audience.

Without further ado, you begin the song, your voices joining together in a seamless harmony. The lyrics flow effortlessly from your lips, and Hugh's voice provides the perfect complement, blending with yours in a beautiful symphony. The room is filled with music and joy, the audience captivated by the performance.

As the last notes of the song fade away, you smile and lean into Hugh. Just as you're about to kiss his cheek as a sweet gesture, he catches you by surprise and brings your lips to his. The audience is completely enthralled, gasping and whooping as they witness the unexpected moment unfold before them.

You push him away with a cheerful smile, playfully exclaiming, "Okay, okay, you're stealing my show!" The crowd is in stitches, laughing and applauding as they revel in the playful banter between you and Hugh. The atmosphere is light and joyous, filled with a sense of amusement and affection.

You take a moment to take pictures with some of the fans who were lucky enough to get backstage. You smile and pose for the pictures, making sure to capture the special moment with each fan. The conversations are light and friendly, and you make an effort to engage with your supporters on a more personal level.

With a smile, the fan gushes over you and Hugh, remarking, "You two are so cute!" Your heart swells with appreciation as you bask in the compliment. Hugh wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, and responds with a humble and gracious "Thank you."

A wave of contentment wash over you as you realize that your relationship is widely accepted and supported by your fans. They genuinely want you to be happy, and this knowledge fills you with a profound sense of gratitude. You feel a deep appreciation for their loyalty, understanding, and love, and it strengthens your connection with them even more.

[kagu-une]

you and mingi have been friends since childhood; you thought that you knew everything there was to know about him. there is just one secret: he's in love with you, and the feelings may be reciprocated.

pairing. song mingi x fem!reader

genre. smut mature themes ahead. minors do not interact.

content warnings. another friends-to-lovers trope (i'm not sorry). non-idol!au. dom!mingi. sub!reader. desperate sex? idk how to put it, you'll see. possible jealousy? possessive!mingi. fingering (f receiving). use of pet names such as 'baby'', 'good girl'. gentle degradation?? praise. big pp!mingi...... unprotected sex (use protection or Else). a little teenie weenie bit of plot. ahem. anyways

a/n. it seems that i write best at the ass crack of dawn, or in a (nonexistent) time crunch. anyways this is a drabble that's been living in my fully furnished frontal lobe for a while, hope it lives up to your expectations @lissiesykes :p this has not been proofread btw

smut beneath the drop down!

it was the same saturday ritual that has carried on for years since you started college and moved into your own apartment: your best friend, mingi, would come over and the two of you would waste the evening away by rotting on your couch, and forcing him to watch whatever series was your newest hyperfixation.

this saturday was no different. you had long since showered and changed into a pair of dilapidated sweatpants, and a shirt that you were sure was mingi's, but figured it shrunk in the dryer. you had just finished the usual routine of microwaving a bag of popcorn when you heard a familiar knock at your door. setting the bag of popcorn on the counter to cool off, you padded across the living room to answer the door. behind it stood mingi, his large stature easy filling up the doorframe. though you watched him hit his growth spurts as a kid, his height always caught you by surprise.

"hey!" you greeted him with a soft smile, stepping off to the side to allow him to enter your apartment.

"hey," replied he as he entered, kicking his shoes off by the door. he shrugged off the hoodie that he wore as he made his way into the living room and tossed it over the back of the sofa. "it smells good in here."

you chuckle to yourself as you close the door and lock the deadbolt; mingi said the same thing every time he stepped foot into your home, even though you made the same snacks nearly every time.

"i'd hope so... it's popcorn." you had returned to the kitchen to grab a bowl from a cabinet, and proceeded to dump the popcorn into it now that it was cool enough to handle. "we're almost done with ratched, is it cool if we finish it tonight?"

mingi had since made himself comfortable on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest against the coffee table. he turned to face you from his seat as you spoke. "of course, i was looking forward to the finale, anyways."

he took it upon himself to turn the television on, knowing you'd be joining him on the couch soon enough. he launched netflix and clicked your profile, scrolling until he found the 'recently watched' section. mingi selected the show and got comfortable in his seat. you hurried to your spot next to him, snacks in hand as the introduction to the show began to play on the tv screen.

the show had long since ended, and the two of you weren't quite ready to call it quits just yet; so, you were both facing each other, having a rather lively conversation about something that had transpired in your younger years.

"dude," mingi let out an exasperated laugh as he carded a hand through his hair. "you totally froze when you tried to ask that guy out for prom. what was his name again? hongjoong?"

you groan out in residual embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands to conceal the blush that rose on your cheeks. "do you have to remind me? god, i bet he was just as embarrassed," your voice came out muffled as you spoke into your palms.

mingi's fingers curled around your wrists and pulled your hands away, laughs still bubbling past his lips. "c'mon, y/n, it isn't that bad. when is your date with him anyways?"

your ears picked up on the jealousy that tinged his voice when he brought up the fact that, yes, you did have a date with hongjoong coming up. you had reconnected with him after seeing him on a dating app. curiosity got the best of you and you swiped right — it was a match! you brought it up to mingi last saturday, and you swore that you saw his shoulders deflate just a little when you told him. you decided not to bring it up, but you couldn't help but to think that mingi looked dejected when he left that night. maybe you were thinking too much into it.

"on wednesday, i think– why does it matter to you?"

"awe," whatever hint of jealousy that you think you heard was now drowned in a playful tone. "are you getting shy?"

mingi leaned over to poke you and tickle your side, which earned a shriek from you as you launched yourself backwards to get out of his arm's reach. you batted his hand away once your back was pressed into the opposing arm of the couch. it didn't take much for mingi to close that gap, reaching for your sides once more. somehow you both got into some sort of one-upping-wrestling-match — you trying to get away from mingi, who was dead set on trying to tickle you — that landed you both on the floor.

mingi took the upper hand as he straddled your waist, and pinning your wrists to the rug beneath you. a triumphant smile was plastered on the cheeky bastard's face — he knew he had won. the two of you mirrored each other's labored breathing as you looked up at the man above you, eventually locking eyes.

the same man that got to watch you grow up, and you, him.

the same man who, when your first boyfriend broke your heart, mingi broke his nose.

mingi, who would schedule his weekends to make time for you.

mingi, with that same lazy smile that he's always had. the same smile that caused your heart to skip a beat in your chest.

the realization that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a freight train. as your eyes dipped to his plump lips, you wondered what this meant for your friendship. the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend.

you sucked in a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding, and that soft noise is what set things into motion. mingi lowered himself on top of you, closing the gap between your bodies. his lips crashed onto yours with a ferocity that you've never seen from mingi before.

you whimper softly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking it on it. mingi understood what was being asked and pulled away to remove it. this allowed you to catch your breath... and for reality to come crashing down on you.

"mingi," you breathed out, your meek plea too quiet for him to hear over the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears.

he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, before leaning forward to hover over you again, each of his hands posted on either side of your head. you did your best to keep your gaze off of his newly exposed skin.

you repeated, "mingi." it caught his attention now, mingi's eyebrow raising. "we can't do this." you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, but the disquietudes that swirled in your head told you to believe otherwise.

"goddamn it, y/n." he almost sounded defeated.

him cursing caught you off guard. it wasn't that you had never heard mingi cuss, because you had and did; but, never at you.

"don't you get it?" his voice was small, almost a whisper. "i love you. i've been in love with you for so long, y/n."

the confession caused your stomach to flip. whether it be out of excitement or fear was to be determined.

"i watch as you choose other people knowing that i can treat you right. i know you, y/n. everything about you. i was made for you."

mingi's face closed in on yours, and the fact that you weren't protesting only encouraged him to continue.

"no one understands you like i do. no one can make me feel so alive like you can. i don't want to live with the regret of knowing that i never tried. i need this for me." his breath fanned your face as he spoke.

his lips were brushing yours by this point. there was no denying the emotions that buzzed between you both. your hands snaked around his shoulders and pulled him forward, officially sealing your fate.

there was no time wasted from here. mingi's mouth connects with yours fiercely. his kiss instantly becomes intense as he lowers himself onto his elbows, allowing him to cradle your head in one of his hands. his fingers grip at your hair, anchoring your head back. when a soft moan slips out of you is when he plunges his tongue into your mouth. mingi moves with passion, and hope; yet, is far more calculated in his movements than you expected.

you lift your legs up to remind him that he is still sitting on you. one of his chuckles falls against your lips as he shifts his weight, using his knees to push your thighs apart and slots himself in the space between them.

when he pulls away, a string of saliva beads between your bottom lips. you break it with your finger as mingi moves to tug at your sweatpants. from your position, you could see that a tent of arousal began to form in the crotch of mingi's jeans. with the joggers out of the way, mingi could see how your panties clung to your core, your arousal blooming on the gusset.

"you have no idea how often i've thought of you like this." admitted mingi, that shit eating grin returning to his plump lips. he trailed a finger over your clothed slit, eyes flicking up to your face to watch your reactions to his touch. noting how you arched your back to chase the feeling, he tugged your panties to the side.

a shiver raced through you once your cunt was exposed, though you blushed feverishly underneath mingi's scrutiny. he continued to toy with you, leisurely and with no hurry. he dipped a finger to your entrance, only to collect your juices on his fingertips and repeat the process.

"don't be a tease, mingi," you whined out in protest, reaching down to lead his hand where you needed them most. you couldn't help but to be impatient. mingi's hands were always nice, and they had recently occupied your mind when you touched yourself.

"oh?" he asked, rhetorically. to pacify your whines, he pushed a finger into you, but held it there at the second knuckle. his thumb took position over your clit and applied enough pressure to make you shudder. "how bad do you want it, then?"

you were in no position to beg to begin with, and mingi knew it. the lack of friction was driving you crazy, but when you decided to gyrate your hips to seek out the pleasure, mingi pinned your hips down to the ground. his hand pressed into your belly, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken dare.

"tell me how bad, baby."

then he began to move his finger inside of you. at first, they were short strokes with him curling it every so often. his thumb had resorted to gentle circles against your clit.

though, when you hadn't spoken to oblige his request, another finger was added. you moaned softly as you were stretched out. usually, two fingers weren't enough to make you feel full. with mingi, however, it was just right.

he began to pull his fingers out of you, stopping just before he left you completely empty — only to thrust them back into you, bottoming out to his knuckles.

you let out a strangled cry, trying to press your knees together from the stimulation but the way mingi had you pinned made it impossible to achieve. he leaned into his hand, beginning to open you up with his fingers.

"please- fuck- mingi!" you managed, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

"there you go, y/n, i knew you could beg for it." mingi's eyes were trained on his hand, watching as your pussy swallowed his fingers up. "i make you feel so good, don't i? look at how wet you are."

you nod fervently, clinging onto every word that left his mouth. "please, mingi... i-... i need you so bad. so bad." you weren't meaning to babble so mindlessly. everything about this situation had your head reeling.

"good fucking girl." he punctuated every one of his words with deep thrusts of his fingers into you. you knew that if he kept it up at this pace, you wouldn't last much longer; even more so when he used his free hand to massage your clit.

the familiar heat began to pool in your stomach. every nerve was alive, your skin crawling with electricity. "m... mingi, i'm so close..." your eyes screwed shut as you tried your best to postpone the impending orgasm.

mingi was a man on a mission as he began to mouth at your breasts through your shirt. you pulled it up and out of the way, pushing your bra down so that your breasts were bare. his eyes drank in the sight of you as more of your body was exposed. he was a starving man sat before a feast. his plush lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking it between his teeth and rolling it between them. you cried out, your hands finding their way into mingi's hair and tugging at it.

the heat licked at your belly and spread down to your thighs as your climax closed in on you. you tried to warn him, but you were only left with your jaw slack as your orgasm rocked your body. stars studded the corners of your vision as your muscles tensed.

mingi fingered you through your orgasm, cooing sweetly into your ear as you rode your high. "you're so beautiful, all for me. all mine. you belong to me."

he didn't give you much time to recuperate from your previous orgasm before he was doffing his pants and sliding his own boxers down his thighs. with how hard he was, you could only imagine the restraint he was using before.

nothing could have prepared you to see that mingi was well endowed. you were grateful for him opening you up earlier, as you were unsure if he'd fit at all. you weren't clueless when it came to sex, but none of your previous partners were quite as big as be was.

he turned to grab a throw pillow off of the couch, motioning for you to bridge your hips. once you did, he slid the pillow beneath you. "there you go." he squeezes your bare thigh in reassurance.

your skin was warm and damp from the exertion from your previous orgasm. your pussy ached to be filled again, and you could only press your legs farther apart as mingi grasped the base of his cock and dragged his tip between your drenched folds. you shiver under his touch, especially when the head of his cock teased your hole.

mingi knew he was on borrowed time. he wanted to get inside of you before he went off like a shotgun, seeing how turned on he was from watching you come undone all over his fingers; yet, he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. he wasn't quite convinced that this wasn't another wet dream of his. to wake up now would be so unbelievably cruel.

he eased himself into you, eyes oscillating between your pussy and your face. above all else, your safety was his main priority. every cry and whimper was a sign for him to stop, and wait until you gave a signal that you had acclimated to him stretching you out. eventually, he hit the hilt of his cock. his hips pressed against yours as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it and watching as it snapped back into place. from here, you realized how beautiful that mingi truly was. his bone structure and perfectly pouty lips, and eyes that could pierce right through you.

those pouty lips were drawn into a soft smirk when you pulled away from the kiss. you nodded and shifted your hips, giving mingi the go-head to start moving.

his movements were slow and careful. his honeyed gaze boring a hole straight through you as he watched you take every inch of him. you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, but soon the pain dissolved into wanton pleasure and need. you wrapped your legs around him as his tempo began to increase, motivating mingi to speed up.

soon, the only sounds that filled the apartment was skin against skin, and how when he angled his hips just right, turned your individual moans into high pitched whines.

mingi straightened his posture, only to grab your hips and pull you into each thrust that he delivered to you. he was desperate to feel you, desperate to get your walls to remember the shape of him. his eyebrows were knitted together with focus. a bead of sweat trailed from his forehead to his jaw.

"gonna split you in half if i have to," he muttered between heavy pants. "you're mine, y/n."

you had clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the cries and moans that tumbled from your lips. you were sure that you'd get a noise complaint from the apartment complex tomorrow. the way mingi had you positioned made it so that with every stroke of his dick, he was ramming right into your g-spot. you blinked away tears that threatened to spill as you took what he gave you.

"do you hear me? mine." he was starting to get sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. he pressed your thighs up against your chest as he drilled into you, chasing his own orgasm. "fuck- mine. mine, mine, mine." he chanted the word like it was a mantra.

your core was tightening in another climax.

"mingi... please- i'm yours—.." you mumbled between whines and hiccups. "'m gonna cum,"

mingi's hand returned to your belly, pressing into it and earning a yelp from you. feeling his cock as it fucked you open was overstimulating. all you could manage to do was whimper and writhe beneath him.

"are you going to cum all over– fuck..– this dick? cum for me, pretty girl."

as soon as you tipped over the edge with your own orgasm, mingi's followed suit. his whole body stiffened as he came, a shiver wracking his spine as a pinched moan escaped him. your head was still swimming with pleasure as mingi stuffed you full of his seed.

you both sat still for a few moments following, the two of you catching your breaths. mingi eventually slides out of you, leaving you feeling oddly void inside. he stood, and your gaze followed him as he disappeared into the back of your apartment. once he came back, he had fixed his clothes to cover himself once again. he was carrying a warm washcloth that he used to help you wipe yourself clean.

he joined you in the floor again, laying on his side so that his torso was pressed against your side. he peppered gentle kisses along the side of your face, carefully brushing strands of hair back into place. your body was heavy, and your eyes were half lidded from physical expenditure that took place. you turned to snuggle into mingi's chest, draping an arm over his side.

"mingi." you decided to break the silence, not yet leaving the cover of his chest to meet his eyes.

"yes, y/n?"

"i love you, too. so much. forever." the confession felt natural on your tongue. only then did you decide to tilt your head back to look at him. he wore a goofy smile on his face, now wearing his own flush on his cheeks at your revelation.

"forever." mingi echoed, drawing you into his embrace once more. you welcomed his warmth. when you nuzzled your face into him, his scent wrapped around you.

you could get used to this.

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Jingliu x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, breeding, praising, Jingliu has a cock. (gentle sex because she deserves it.)

Author's notes: I love her so much I got carried away with the details.. 😭 anyway, I heard her laugh in JP dub.. she's insane but I can fix her.

MDNI

You slowly opened your eyes, noticing you're in a dark room and the sole origin of illumination resides in the moon's gentle radiance filtering through the aperture in the window. The bed proved to be gentle, yet it failed to alleviate the discomfort coursing through your body, you feel like you just died..

"Finally awake?" A sudden frigid tone emanates from an undetermined point within the room. You noticed a pair of red eyes glowing in the dark, slowly approaching you.

"Where am I.." As you grasp your head, striving to recall the preceding occurrences, a soft chuckle escapes the individual concealed in the shadows. "You challenged me in a battle and then you've met your downfall. Now.. your life is mine." The person concealed in the darkness finally revealed herself.. those crimson eyes and that self-satisfied grin— the last images you beheld before losing consciousness.

Jingliu moved closer, leaning down towards you and whispered intimately into your ear, "You belong to me now..." She envelops you with her arms, making sure to press her body firmly against yours, striving for maximum closeness.

"I can't remember giving myself to you.." you mumbled, your feeble attempts to resist proving ineffective due to the injuries inflicted by her. "That's not how it works.. you lost, I won, and I claimed your life as my prize. Fair, wouldn't you say?" Jingliu gently lowers you onto the bed, intertwining her fingers with yours. Her demeanor, now tender and determined, stands in stark contrast to the brutality she exhibited just hours ago when she had beaten you mercilessly.

Her actions make your heart skip a beat, and as you gaze upon her face, you see a blend of gentleness and smug satisfaction. It's as though she's taunting your vulnerability while simultaneously radiating an air of contentment and happiness.

"I can't wait to taste you.. and be one with you.." Jingliu leans down once more, taking in your scent as she plants soft and loving kisses all over your neck. A small sigh escapes your lips, while your hands reciprocated the hold she has on them. The action made Jingliu hum in satisfaction, she pulled away to slowly remove her clothing while maintaining eye contact with you, revealing her well toned body and along with her massive cock.. already dripping with pre-cum.

You gulped thickly at the sight as you tried to move away, but she pulled you into a tight embrace once more, her cock rubbing against your clothed body. "Do not run away from me, I need you." Jingliu purrs as her hands made their way to undo your pants, pulling it down your legs.

"I promise to take care of you, I was planning to keep you as my pet but you are too beautiful for that." Jingliu says softly, her fingers gently rubbing your clit as she leans closer to your face. "I'll keep you as my lover instead." she added before pressing her lips against yours in a gentle kiss while her fingers rubbed and played with your folds, preparing you for penetration.

You moaned against her lips, your legs spreading widely on their own. Jingliu deepened the kiss, her tongue pushing through to explore your mouth as you feel your mixed saliva rolling down the corner of your lips.

"I can't hold myself back anymore.." Jingliu mutters as she strokes her cock while kissing you even deeper before pulling away after a while. She's now breathing heavily, her hands still moving up and down her shaft.

"You'll be a good girl for me, right..? I won't hurt you, just be my obedient girl.." Jingliu said with a warm smile while spreading your legs apart even more, rubbing the tip of her cock against your swollen clit. You whimpered softly as tears start to form in your eyes which she wiped gently right away.

"Shh, it'll be alright.. I'll be gentle, hm?" She cooed while pressing the head against your dripping entrance. Her hands moved to your hips to keep you still while she starts to push forward, slowly and carefully.. piercing through your tight flesh.

"Ah..! big.." You whimpered loudly as your hands wander around to reach for something solid to hold onto. Jingliu noticed your pained expression so she quickly held you close for comfort, letting you dig your nails into her back.

"It'll be okay.. I promise to make you feel good." Jingliu planted a soft kiss against your breast while slowly burying herself deeper into you. She glances down, smiling at the sight of small amount of blood trickling down your tight heat.

"Ah.. I got your first time, I'm so happy." She hugged you tighter while she pushed her cock inch by inch, trying her best to hold herself back from ramming and pounding into you.

You pant heavily as you hold onto Jingliu as tight as you can, you keep whimpering like a helpless puppy beneath her but she made sure to keep comforting you... until finally, she felt you relaxing and even moving a bit.

"Good girl, you did great. I'm proud of you.." Jingliu whispers lovingly into your ear, she started to move now.. thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm making the both of you moan in pleasure. She leaned down with her tongue sticking out to lick your lips before kissing you deeply. The sound of wet flesh slapping echoes the room along with the loud moans from the both of you.

"H-Harder..." You managed to whisper in between loud moans. Just hearing that single word made Jingliu lose control, holding you in place firmly as she lifts your hips up to ram her cock into you hard but still making sure you're comfortable with what she's doing.

"You're so cute.. I'll fill you up.." Jingliu mumbles as she keeps grunting and moaning on top of you, giving you long and deep strokes. Your back arches off the bed while your hands grips on the sheets tightly, feeling yourself getting closer to climax.

Your teary eyes met Jingliu's, giving you a warm smile as she leans down to kiss your lips while her hips kept moving. "I love you.." she whispers against your lips, her words are enough to make you tighten and squeeze her throbbing cock inside you. "Ah.. so tight.. You like that? I love you.. I love you so, so much." Jingliu kept repeating into your ears, your heart beats so fast you feel like it'll explode. You wanted to say it back but your mouth is too busy moaning and whimpering.

Jingliu lets out a loud grunt, her hands pulled you towards her as she thrusts deeper and deeper until she's completely buried deep inside, hitting your cervix before she floods your womb with her thick load. "Take it all..!" she whimpered, holding you tightly as she pumps the remaining release while all you can do is let out a long and loud moan. Reaching climax together with her, your toes curl and you threw your head back in ecstasy.

After the both of you finished, she collapsed on top of you.. not even bothering to pull out, she just cuddled you close while whispering sweet praises into your ear.

Your heart swells with love, completely forgetting why you even tried to fought her in the first place. Before you drift off to sleep, you managed to whisper back.. "I.. love you too.." Jingliu's warm smile is the last thing you saw before your eyes closed, even in your sleep you feel her arms wrapped tightly around your body protectively.

[constant-gunfire]

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[lilithliliam]

Letters from your favourite boys💜

Warnings: possibility of getting too much happiness and cuteness,losing teeth from sweetness or getting a heart attack (This is a joke 🌚) Read at your own risk.

I decided that we could all use some warmth and happiness on these cold days. guess who cried in the part with Kakashi 🥲 Please don’t pay attention to the mistakes, if they are...

Uzui Tengen:

My Dearest [Y/N],

In the grand tapestry of life, your presence stands out like a dazzling thread of silk. Every step you take is a dance, and every word you speak is a melody that resonates in the chambers of my heart. My flamboyant exterior conceals a truth that only you can unveil—I am utterly and irrevocably captivated by you.

Your strength, your grace, and the radiance that emanates from your very being have ensnared my heart. The battles we've faced together have only deepened my admiration, and in the quiet moments between clashes, I've come to realize that my feelings extend beyond camaraderie.

I find myself yearning for the warmth of your smile, the sound of your laughter, and the shared silences that speak volumes. You are the jewel that adorns the crown of my existence, and I cannot keep these emotions concealed any longer.

With all the vibrancy and passion that defines me, I confess: I am in love with you.

Yours in flamboyant devotion,

Uzui Tengen

Kyojuro Rengoku:

My Beloved [Y/N],

As the flame that illuminates the darkest corners of my soul, you have become the guiding light of my existence. In your presence, I find warmth, purpose, and an intensity that transcends the battles we wage. Each day, my admiration for you grows, fueled by the embers of respect and the tender flames of affection.

Your beauty, both outward and inward, is a testament to the divine artistry that shaped you. The moments we share, be they in the midst of chaos or the calm after the storm, are etched into the fabric of my heart. It is in these moments that I have come to acknowledge a truth that cannot be denied.

My love for you is as unyielding as the fires I command. It burns with a fervor that surpasses the limitations of words. With this confession, I lay bare my heart, hoping that its flames may kindle a reciprocal warmth within yours.

Ever aflame with love,

Kyojuro Rengoku

Shota Aizawa:

To the One Who Occupies My Thoughts,

In the realm of logic and reason, emotions often find themselves discarded like outdated textbooks. Yet, against my better judgment, I find myself grappling with a truth that defies the constraints of rationale. It is a truth that demands acknowledgment, a silent whisper in the halls of my guarded heart.

Your resilience, your determination, and the quiet strength you exude have carved a niche within my stoic exterior. In your presence, the cacophony of the world softens to a gentle hum, and I am left with the undeniable realization—I have fallen in love with you.

I admire the way you face challenges head-on, your unwavering spirit, and the moments of vulnerability you entrust to the world. It is this mosaic of characteristics that has woven itself into the fabric of my affection.

So, with a vulnerability I seldom reveal, I confess: I am in love with you.

Guardedly Yours,

Shota Aizawa

Kakashi Hatake:

My Dearest [Y/N],

In the world of shadows and secrets, where emotions are often veiled by the mask of indifference, I find myself standing on the precipice of revelation. Your resilience, your kindness, and the quiet strength you carry have dismantled the barriers around my guarded heart.

In the moments of shared silence and the subtle nuances of your gestures, I've come to acknowledge a truth that eludes the pages of my stoic narrative—I am in love with you. Your presence is a balm to the wounds I never knew existed, and your laughter echoes in the chambers of my guarded soul.

As a man of few words, I express this truth with a simplicity that belies its depth: I love you. In the quiet realm of our shared understanding, I hope you discern the unspoken sentiments that bind my heart to yours.

Quietly Yours,

Kakashi Hatake

Itachi Uchiha:

My Beloved [Y/N],

In the labyrinth of shadows and redemption, your presence has been a beacon of light that cuts through the darkness. I find myself standing at the crossroads of duty and desire, and in the silence

that lingers between our shared glances, a profound truth takes shape—I am deeply, irrevocably in love with you.

The burdens of my past, the sins that stain my hands, and the responsibilities I bear have often overshadowed the tender emotions that have taken root in my heart. Your kindness, your understanding, and the warmth of your gaze have thawed the icy resolve within me, revealing a vulnerability I seldom allow others to witness.

In the quiet moments we've shared, I've come to appreciate the gentle cadence of your laughter and the strength that emanates from your very essence. Your presence is a salve to the wounds I carry, and your love is the promise of a future unburdened by the shadows of our shared past.

As I pen these words, I do so with the sincerity of a man yearning for redemption and the courage to forge a path towards a brighter tomorrow. With all the complexities that define our existence, know that my love for you transcends the boundaries of duty—a truth I can no longer keep veiled in the shadows.

Eternally Yours,

Itachi Uchiha

Satoru Gojo:

My Enchanting [Y/N],

In the realm of jujutsu battles and sorcery, you are the vibrant anomaly that captivates my attention. From the moment our paths intertwined, a spark ignited within me, fanning the flames of a truth that demands acknowledgment—I am undeniably, unequivocally in love with you.

Your resilience on the battlefield mirrors the strength I find equally captivating in the moments between battles. The sparkle in your eyes, the playful banter we share, and the unique cadence of your laughter weave a tapestry of emotions that have ensnared my heart.

In the grand scheme of curses and battles, our connection stands as an anomaly—a testament to the unpredictable nature of the world we navigate. Yet, it is precisely this unpredictability that renders our shared moments all the more precious.

As I confess these sentiments, I do so with the candid acknowledgment that the jujutsu world is fraught with dangers and uncertainties. But amid the chaos, your presence is a constant, and my love for you is the unyielding anchor that grounds me.

Yours in the Unpredictable Dance of Sorcery,(the strongest)

Satoru Gojo

[hetfieldsdaddy]

YOO I came here from mustainegf wojejdbdkkd do you mind writing cliff x reader?? it can be fluff or nsfw it's up to you :]]

HEJAKALWJSN i love cliff sm so hopefully this will be alright! (nsfw warning)

I sat on the couch, sprawled out and bored. I had been waiting for my boyfriend to arrive home for hours now; his stupid band took up all his time, leaving little to no quality time between me and him. It left me feeling desperate. Desperate for any kind of touch.

My head perked up as I heard the doorknob turn, springing up and off the couch almost immediately, throwing myself into my tired boyfriend’s arms. “You’re late..” I mumbled into the crook of his neck, my speech muffled by his frizzy brown hair. He let out a deep sigh, his large hands running up my back before gripping onto my waist tightly, returning the affection as he shut the door behind him.

“I came home as fast as I could after practice. I missed you.” He said, his voice gruff as he ran his fingers through my hair. His touch was almost lighting my body on fire, a strange feeling of desire settling in my stomach as I pulled away from the embrace, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and furrowed brows. “You kept me waiting for almost the whole day.” I mumbled, folding my arms and giving him a playful glare.

He let out a dry chuckle, looking down at me with that hypnotic smile of his. “Baby.. you know I didn’t mean to make you wait.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re just gonna have to make up for it then.” I said, a small smirk on my face as I stepped closer to him, fingertips running down his chest and stopping at his stomach.

He thought for a moment before moving his hands back down to my hips, massaging my skin gently. “Make up for it how?”

Without another word, I pushed him up against the door, arms wrapped around his shoulders as I pressed my lips harshly against his. He let out a grunt, clearly taken aback by my sudden desperation. Cliff quickly reciprocated, slipping off his denim jacket as fast as he could, lifting me into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. “I missed this..” He muttered against my lips between kisses, carrying me to the couch and laying me down on my back, littering love bites on my neck and collarbones.

I whined softly, hands gripping onto his shirt tightly. I felt my breath get caught in my throat as he pulled my trousers down, kissing along my inner thigh before tugging at the waistband of my underwear. I watch as he unbuttons his jeans, zipping down his fly and pulling them down quickly. My eyes roam over his figure as he leans back over me and pulls me into another passionate kiss. He rolls his boxers down, then my panties, breathing heavily against my neck as he lines himself up with my hole. “Fuck.. please, I need you..” I mumble into his ear, arms wrapped around his shoulders. He lets out a sharp grunt as he pushes himself inside me, earning a loud moan. Cliff allows me to adjust to his length before slowly moving his hips, setting a steady pace. “You feel so good..”

He laughs breathily and places gentle kisses against my neck. I pull one hand off of him to cover my mouth with the palm of my hand, trying my best to conceal my moans. Clearly, he notices, moving his hand away from my hips to hold onto my wrist tightly. “Don’t. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” He picks up the pace, heat pooling in my stomach as I cling onto him tighter, unsure of how much longer I can last. “F-Fuck.. I can’t— I’m gonna—“ I cried out, feeling embarrassed, only for him to shush me, going rougher and faster. I pull my wrist out of his grip and cling onto his back, fingernails clawing at his shirt. “That’s it.. you’re doing so good..” My back arches as I feel myself growing closer to my climax, my insides clenching around his cock. “Cliff! I’m gonna cum!—“ I moan out, my body jolting against his as he holds me tight, grunting and gasping into my ear as I cum all over his cock. He quickly pulls out, wrapping a hand around himself as he shot his seed onto my stomach. I pant as sweat trickles down my face, “You still owe me..” He laughs, sitting up and tucking himself back into his boxers. “What am I gonna do with you?”

[riflebrass]

Man, that dumb post about national concealed carry reciprocity being proof of Trump being a fascist is still spamming my feed. Ironic that it currently has 556 notes and 357 reblogs.

[springsmile]

GENSHIN HIGH SCHOOL AU — kazuha is high as fuck and keeps lookin atchu 👀 *QUICK IN BETWEEN BLURB*

your eyes meet.

oh, fuck. shit.

it wasn’t intentional— well, no, it was. did he notice?

you chance another glance— fuck. they’re burnt red, so is the sclera. what do they say? once is a coincidence, twice is you’re a fucking thirsty creepy stalker?

he scoots over in your direction, and your palms begin to create the world’s largest man made puddle in the world.

he’s high out of his mind. he’s close enough to conspicuously study the peculiar paleness of his hair, and the tight tie that holds it in place.

he’s still looking for your eyes that you’d torn away in your utter embarrassment.

“hey, did you want a hit?” he shamelessly lifts his cart in the air. you splutter—luckily, the class is rowdy enough to conceal your sheer bemusement.

“kazuha���jesus christ.” you breathed, wretching his arm down, whilst you watch him with an unconscious grin sliding across your lips.

“so you don’t?” he tilts his head to the side, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “oh, you wanna buy?”

you swallow anxiously, his eyes watch the bob of your throat. you chose to ignore that. it couldn’t mean anything—no, it was inconsequential. maybe it rang as loud as it had in your ears.

you chose this battle. “yeah, uh, do i zelle ya?”

his smile is lazy, and his words carry an soft, unstable lilt to them. “nah. you can test the product first.”

you raise your eyebrows. “so you let anyone just try a free ounce of your shit?”

he snorted, his head craning back in a gentle chuckle. and when his gaze returned to yours, something sultry flitted across his face.

“no, [name]. that was my mistake. i meant that we’ll test the product together.” his eyelids fall halfway, and he leant in closer—you can smell it on his breath. oreos he must’ve infused weed into. somehow.

your eyes flit around your acting class apprehensively—were you getting weird looks? did it look like the most sensual drug deal ever was taking place?

he nips this motion in the bud, taking your jaw in his palm. his eyes are soft. cotton soft, but still shining with recognition.

“that was a flirtation. we’re gonna get high together, and… i’m confident you’re smart enough to figure out what’ll happen next.”

“oh.” you’re blinking rapidly. oh. oh. those were stares of reciprocation. he made the first move— like you’d ever—

“[name]?” he murmurs into your ear, before laying his temple on your shoulder. “did i frighten you away?”

your lips curl. cute.

“no. i was just wondering what i’m going to tell my boss on saturday.”

[mx-myth]

I was talking with @kingsandbastardz the other day and happened to get enough inspiration to smash this out. Kind of ooc for dfs? But also it's exactly him because he is that possessive.

The harsh noise of the waterfall has become the background to his meditation by now. His senses easily wash over his surroundings, aware of every stone and tree and blade of grass. Di Feisheng feels one corner of his mouth quirk up, infinitesimally, at a change in the air.

“Mengzhu,” Wuyan says, materializing by his side. He brings the scent of pine with him, as he always does. Di Feisheng breathes it in. “I come to report there are no threats in the area.”

“As expected,” he says. It was Wuyan after all who had found this waterfall for his meditation, and it was him who worked hard to make it safe for him. “Always diligent.”

“Mengzhu,” Wuyan says. It comes out like he’s saying thank you. He leans in and pulls him closer by the back of his robes. “You flatter this one,” he says.

Di Feisheng rumbles as he presses his nose against the warm, vulnerable skin of Wuyan’s neck. It had taken a long time to get him to stop saying this lowly one or this unworthy one. He disagrees with those forms of address because Wuyan is the most capable person he’s ever met. “It is merely a fact,” he says before he turns his head to kiss him.

Wuyan reciprocates. He kisses him like they have all the time in the world, his hands sliding carefully over his ornate robes. Di Feisheng, amused despite how familiar this all is now, lets him take the lead. They end up sideways in the grass, trading breath between their soft open mouths. He considers this too a kind of meditation.

“Mengzhu,” Wuyan says finally, some indeterminable time later. It’s in his apologetic tone that means they probably should stop indulging themselves and resume their normal roles and responsibilities. He huffs and accepts it, sitting up. Wuyan does the same, shaking the grass from his ponytail. He feels something akin to jealousy, looking at his plainer clothes and simpler hairstyle.

“Go first,” he orders. Wuyan gets up and bows, disappearing in front of his eyes. His pine scent, a byproduct of his qi-concealing technique, lingers even as his qinggong carries him away. Di Feisheng breathes it in one last time.

A-Yan, he thinks possessively. It’s too dangerous a thought to have. It’s a double-edged sword, the kind that can kill him or Wuyan or both of them. He breathes it out and leaves it to be carried away by the water as he goes, following.

[the-broken-truth]

Your Highness - Jamil Viper [Female Yuu] [Heiress Yuu] [Smug Jamil?] [Part 1]

Summary: Jamil discovers that his girlfriend is actually a Crowned Heiress who plans on marrying him in the future. To prepare Jamil for his upcoming life as a future king, Yuu provides him with an entourage of servants and guards who cater to his every need. Oh, it's time for Jamil to shine.

Note: Yuu is from Twisted Wonderland but was transported to Night Raven College due to her Unique Magic: Kneel Before Me.

"Forgive me, My Diamond, but I think that I have misheard what you said. Could you please repeat what you just said?" Jamil asked as he looked at his girlfriend, Yuu [L/N], The Prefect of Ramshackle, sitting across from him in Scarabia's Lounge; the two of them were playing Mancala when Yuu opened her mouth and revealed a secret that she had been keeping from Jamil and all her friends since arriving at Night Raven College.

"I have a confession to make. I am actually a royal heiress and the crowned princess of a small but lavish nation - next in line for the throne, however, I do not desire to rule my kingdom alone. Jamil Viper, I love you and cannot imagine myself with anybody else. I want to get engaged to you, and we can marry after I graduate from Night Raven. You can come to my kingdom with the rest of the Viper family, and we can all live like royalty."" Yuu explained with a hopeful smile as she looked up from the Mancala Board - she and Jamil tied in score at the moment.

Jamil Viper was an intelligent person who had the ability to detect a liar with a simple glance into someone's eyes. As Kalim's Protector, it was important for him to have knowledge in these areas. He trusted Yuu completely and knew that she would never lie to him. After his Overblot and Attempted Coup of Scarabia, she refused to turn her back to him before giving him her heart when their friendship became more in her eyes, and he reciprocated. They had been called 'The Hottest Couple' since they started dating months ago. Jamil was smart and athletic, while Yuu was charismatic and persuasive. They were both dedicated to each other and their goals. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and they didn't even need to use their Unique Magics to succeed in life.

Jamil always knew that Yuu was more than what she presented herself to be...and now he knew why: She was a crowned heiress and concealed this fact to protect herself from the vultures that would want to sink their talons into her family's name & riches.

"My Diamond... You are an Heiress, next in line for your family's throne, and you want...me to rule beside you? Me - a lowly servant?" Jamil questioned his romantic partner, who scowled at him when she heard him call himself a 'lowly servant'.

"My Viper, you are not a 'lowly servant' and I shall not allow you to call yourself as such!" Yuu barked before exhaling to calm herself down, "I am sick of the suffering you and your family have gone through and I shall not allow it to go on; the Viper Family will be free and elevated to the Royal Status while we are testing the waters with our engagement...if you accept my proposal." Yuu smiled at Jamil.

Jamil was silent for a moment before smiling at her, "I would love to marry you, My Diamond; you have seen me as no other has and I would never leave you. I will marry you, Yuu [L/N]."

"Perfect!" With that, Yuu lifted her hand and snapped her fingers, causing 5 Servants to enter the room dressed in fine suits - one of them carrying a silver platter with 2 ring boxes on it.

"Your Highness [L/N], has he agreed to your proposal?" The servant holding the ring boxes asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes! Please, present the rings." Yuu asked.

The servant with the platter kneeled between Yuu and Jamil before bowing his head and holding out the ring boxes while another servant opened the box with gloved hands, revealing 2 Golden Rings with Rubies in the shape of the [L/N] Royal Crest.

"Jamil, these are our engagement rings, as well as your Badge of Authority; accepting this ring will state that you agree to marry me upon graduation and will become Future King of the [Kingdom Name] Kingdom, your power would be on par with my own, but just a tad bit weaker since I am a blood heiress. Will you accept, My Viper?" Yuu asked as she held her left hand out.

Jamil moved without thinking and took hold of Yuu's hand while the other hand removed the Female Engagement Ring out of the box and slid the ring onto Yuu's ring finger, "With this ring, I swear to love you and never betray you, My Diamond."

Yuu smiled at her ring before grabbing the Male Engagement Ring, grabbed Jamil's Left Hand, and placed the ring on Jamil's Ring Finger, "With this ring, I swear to love and never betray you, My Viper.".

Jamil and Yuu smiled at each other before Jamil placed his hands on Yuu's cheeks and kissed her in front of the servants and the full moon.

"SINCE WHEN WERE YOU ENGAGED?!" The voice of Jamil's Younger Sister, Najma Viper, yelled through the phone the moment her brother answered the phone the following morning after Yuu and himself exchanged rings. Najma called him the next morning while he was getting ready for school and making breakfast when his sister called him in hysterics.

"Good morning to you, too. How did you find out I was engaged? That happened just last night." Jamil asked.

"Baba got a call from someone calling themselves the 'Royal Advisor of the [L/N] Family from the [Kingdom Name] Kingdom. He said that he was going to speak to Mr. Asim about releasing our family from our servitude. I thought he was pulling our legs until I happened to be walking by Mr. Asim's Office and heard him on the phone with the same person, they were talking about the terms and conditions for our freedom. I listened in for a while before I heard the advisor say that he was going to arrive later on in the week with the agreed-upon price and the contract. Your Fiancee is getting us free?! Just what the hell is going on, Jamil?!" Najma questioned her older brother.

Jamil was silent for a while, thinking to himself, 'They have already contacted the Asim Family to free us? Just how long has My Diamond been planning this to move so quickly?'

"Listen, I have to get ready for classes; you and our parents are coming to visit me this weekend, I'll explain everything then and you can meet my future wife." Jamil answered.

"Fine. If anything happens, I'll call you. Just keep this in mind - if you do anything to anger my Future Sister-In-Law, I will have your head, Brother." Najma hissed.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Jamil smiled before hanging up his phone and walking out of his room to go make breakfast for the Scarabia Dorm before classes started.

Welll....

He wasn't expecting this.

Jamil entered Scarabia's Dining Hall (It was connected to the kitchen and needed to cross it to get into the kitchen) and looked wide-eyed to see the Students of Scarabia & Kalim dining on a buffet of breakfast foods; everyone was talking about Jamil's Engagement when Jamil noticed the Servant and Guard stand close to Kalim; did Yuu hire a personal servant and guard to tend to Kalim for him?

"Your Highness." A Servant walked over to Jamil and bowed to him before standing straight with his hand behind his back, "Breakfast was prepared by trained chefs, and, considering your job as Heir Kalim's Personal Taste Tester, we took it upon ourselves to call upon one of the [L/N] Family's Testers to ensure none of Heir Kalim's Food would be poisoned. Also, your chores are being tended to by the other servants. Your personal servant and guard are waiting for you to attend your classes."

Jamil blinked for a while when the realization started to sink in: His family was about to be free, he no longer had to cook, he no longer had to clean, he didn't 'have' to protect or tend to Kalim... He was going to be a Royal in a few years but out of everything he realized, the first thing he said was...

"I have servants?"

The students in the hall made way as Jamil walked through with a smile on his face as his servant walked to his right with Jamil's books in his hands, and the Royal Guard walked at Jamil's left while keeping an eye out for any kind of danger against His Highness Jamil; what's more ironic was that the Royal Guard was a Lion Beastman. If Leona saw him now...

"Oi, Serpent! What the hell is going on?!"

Speaking of the Lazy Devil.

Jamil turned on his heel and came face to face with Leona Kingscholar standing there with a scowl on his face; Jamil's smirk never left his face.

"Is there something I can help you with, Kingscholar?" Jamil asked.

"Yeah, tell me what the hell is going on with all this talk about you and the Herbivore being engaged and you're suddenly a royal about to be King? What kind of joke is this?" Leona demanded to know.

"It's not a joke, Mr. Kingscolar." The Servant spoke, "His Highness Jamil shall be next in line to be King of the [Kingdom Name] Kingdom once he and Princess Yuu wed at the end of their graduation."

"Princess?! That Herbivore is a Princess?!" Leona roared.

"She is not just any princess, she is The Crowned Princess. My Diamond has informed me that she is the eldest in the Royal Line of the [L/N] Family. She has two younger brothers who are second and third in line to the throne, but they have decided to become Dukes of their own lands. Yuu and I will be getting married, and I will ascend to the throne, becoming a King." Jamil explained with a smirk on his face.

"That Herbivore...is royalty?! AND A SERVANT LIKE YOU IS BECOMING KING?!" Leona roared at Jamil before attempting to march at him but the Lion Beastman got in between Jamil and Leona with his hand on Leona's chest.

"Keep your distance away from His Highness." The Lion Beastman Guard warned, glaring at Leona with golden eyes. Leona and the Royal Guard glared at each other while the Servant, Issac, leaned towards Jamil.

"Your Highness, we really should continue on our way or you shall be late for your classes." He said.

"Of course." Jamil said before snapping his fingers to get the Lion Beastman's Attention, "Leonardo, we need to get moving."

"At once, Your Highness." The Lion Guard - Leonardo - removed his hand from Leona's Chest and kept his eyes on him before walking down the hall to reach Jamil, leaving a very stunned and furious Leona behind.

"Hey! Sea Snake!" Floyd called out to Jamil during Basketball Practice as Jamil shot a ball into the basket and got nothing but net as he turned away from the net and turned to face Floyd as he and Ace walked over to him.

"What do you want, Leech?" Jamil asked as his servant walked over to him with a bottle of water and a fresh towel to wipe the sweat from his face; Jamil wiped his sweat before thanking the servant and taking the water bottle before the servant went back to the side of the court.

"Just what the hell is going on with You and Shrimpy? I heard you're getting married to Shrimpy?!" Floyd asked.

"I heard something like that too, Jamil-senpai; is it true?" Ace asked.

"Yes, Ace. Yuu and I are engaged to be married." Jamil said.

"And those guys?" Ace pointed at Leonardo and Issac standing on the edge of the court.

"My Servant and Guard - Leonardo and Issac." Jamil answered, drinking some water.

"Whoa... You really are going to be a King." Ace said upon laying his eyes on Jamil's Ring.

Jamil smirked along the rim of his bottle, "Indeed, I am."

"Welcome back, Your Highness." The Head Servant greeted with a power of her head to Jamil as he walked into Scarabia's Dorm. Jamil looked around Scarabia to see everyone was doing their own thing but Scarabia was spotless and the servants were standing by, waiting for Jamil's Next Order.

"What's the status of Scarabia?" Jamil asked as if everything had always been like this.

"The Chefs are cooking dinner as we speak, The Royal Tutor is aiding Heir Kalim with his studies, and Scarabia is clean; the Treasury Report is waiting for you in your room. Also, Princess Yuu wanted me to ask you to come to Ramshackle when you had a moment to yourself." The Head Servant said.

"Good. I am going to see My Diamond. If anything goes wrong, call me at once, please." Jamil said while turning back to the door as the servant bowed.

"Your Wish is our Will, Your Highness." The Head Servant said just as Jamil closed the door and looked at his ring for a moment.

'My Wish is their will?' Jamil smiled and kissed the surface of his ring when Yuu's smile came to his mind, "Thank you, My Diamond. You have given me so much...and I shall give you all that I can." Jamil proclaimed as he walked towards the Mirror to get to Ramshackle - His diamond came first.

[END]

[gardenwons]

I'm still your boy daydreaming  ִֶָ☾。

SYNOPSIS: As graduation draws to a close, Jungwon, who has quietly pined for you for years, remains daydreaming.

PAIRINGS: Whipped bff!jungwon x unaware!reader

GENRE: college!won, fluff, some angst(?)

A/N: listened to “the cutest pair” by Regina Song, but in wonnie’s pov!

Jungwon watched as you anxiously bit your fingernail, fixated on the projector while the professor droned on about the upcoming graduation details.

Amid the collective buzz of nerves and excitement, you were determined to get everything perfect for this special academic moment. Sensing his gaze, Jungwon breath hitched as you turned to glare at him, saying, ''For a summa cum laude, I'd expect you to pay attention, won." With a sigh, you leaned back in your chair, deciding to ignore your own advice and drift into distraction. Jungwon blinked away the image of you that had been stuck in his head for the past hour and straightened his back, finally focusing on the topic at hand.

For years, Jungwon poured all his energy into his studies, making academics his sole focus. In contrast, you seemed to glide effortlessly through your responsibilities, seamlessly balancing your love for baking while maintaining excellent grades. Your natural grace and effortless talent captivated him, turning his admiration into something more profound.

Being president of the student council, Jungwon frequently found himself in need of support, and you were always there— covering missed classes, updating him on quizzes, and even bringing him homemade cookies. Each time he received those sweet treats, he adoringly traced every chocolate chip, imagining you in the kitchen, preparing them just for him. Your small acts of kindness and your effortless charm only deepened his admiration, turning him almost into a fanatic.

To Jungwon, you were the epitome of support and sweetness—the kindest, most lovely person he had ever encountered. Your presence was as delightful as strawberries and as warm as chocolate, and he found himself completely captivated. Any affection you showed him made him blush furiously, a reaction you took as just part of his normal demeanor. His attempts to hold your hand, which you happily reciprocated, left him almost fainting, his heart racing with every touch and glance.

As junior year passed, both of you grew older and more mature, with Jungwon's gestures evolving from shy touches to confidently resting his arm around your shoulders. His boldness extended to occasionally inhaling the comforting scent of your hair... secretly of course. Whenever another guy approached you, Jungwon would wrap his arms around you and flash a sweet, knowing smile. “Hi, lovely. Shall we?” he’d say, his gaze casually drifting to the suitor whose hand would hang awkwardly by his side, holding sad flowers.

With a nonchalant smile, you’d cling to Jungwon, blissfully unaware of the advances you were turning down. To you, his protective presence felt natural, yet for Jungwon, every touch and moment with you was a testament to his deep affection and longing.

Jungwon was convinced that you must have feelings for him—how could you not, given the way you were with him? It seemed almost cruel to be so affectionate and loving if you didn’t truly feel the same. His eyes, always filled with love and adoration, had been that way since he was 16. Now, as he stood at the brink of adulthood, he felt an overwhelming urge to finally ask you the question he’d carried in his heart for so long.

Before the big day, you and Jungwon found yourselves huddled in a café, finalizing details and perfecting his valedictorian speech with your help. As you focused on your own tasks, writing notes to help him with, Jungwon couldn’t help but steal glances at you, his eyes blinking slowly as he tried to conceal his smile. Over the years, he had brushed off the constant teasing from classmates and possibly the whole student body who shipped you two together, fearing that acknowledging it might push you away. But in that moment, watching you immersed in your work, he was overwhelmed by the realization of how deeply he loved you. Jungwon knew with certainty that no one could love you the way he did, "Don’t you think we’d be the cutest pair?” Jungwon asked, his gaze fixed on his screen, too shy to meet your eyes. His words were accompanied by a soft, nervous smile. You giggled at his question, finding his hesitation endearing. “We already are, silly.” you replied warmly.

Hearing your response, Jungwon let out a breath of relief. His eyes slowly lifted from the hair that had fallen across his forehead, his fingers nervously fiddling with the drawstrings of his hoodie. As he looked up, he was met with your radiant, reassuring smile.

You reached across the table and gently took his hand in yours, giving it a tender squeeze. Jungwon’s heart raced as he felt the warmth of your touch, his nerves melting away. The simplicity and sweetness of the gesture made his feelings for you all the more intense. As he gazed into your eyes, he couldn’t help but think how incredibly fortunate he was to have someone as special as you by his side. The world seemed to stand still for a moment, and Jungwon knew, with absolute certainty, that he never wanted to let go.

…

As Jungwon delivered his speech, his gaze move across the sea of students and faculty before finally settling on you. Despite his dislike to public speaking, he spoke with a confidence fueled by his desire to inspire others and make you proud. With each word, he poured his heart into crafting a message that can resonate deeply.

As he reached the end of his speech, he paused for a moment, his voice tinged with emotion. “To hope is to live,” he said, “I still have a dream to reach, and achieving this was already a step towards it.” His hands trembled slightly as he concluded, his shyness evident in his final words of gratitude. “Thank you, everyone.” As the applause filled the room, Jungwon’s eyes sought yours again, hoping that you could see just how much this moment meant to him.

After a few more speeches and the excitement of the ceremony, students began tossing their mortarboards into the air. Jungwon made his way through the crowd, clutching a bouquet he had carefully prepared for you. His heart pounded with each step as he approached, only to find you already wrapped in the arms of Sunghoon, your boyfriend.

Sunghoon was the only man you seemed to notice with his advances, the only one who somehow slipped under Jungwon's radar. How could he have been so blind? Despite the sharp pang in his chest, Jungwon forced a smile as he neared you both, his other hand fidgeting and squeezing around his toga, struggling to mask the ache of his unspoken feelings. He offered Sunghoon a congratulatory nod, who returned it with a warm smile and a heartfelt “Congratulations.” Jungwon’s gaze shifted back to you, and he saw you squealing with excitement, your joy infectious.

When you finally turned to Jungwon, you greeted him with a tight hug. The embrace, meant for him alone, now enveloped him in a bittersweet moment. The scent of your perfume, which he had imagined would be his exclusive reminder of you, was now mixed with the warmth of Sunghoon’s presence. The hug that was supposed to be his alone felt like a cruel twist of fate, making his heart ache even more as he realized that the affection he had longed for was now shared with someone else.

Jungwon, feeling like a coward in the midst of his emotions, stood before you as you beamed with pride. “I’m so proud of you, my boy,” you said, your eyes brimming with happy tears as you cupped his face gently. Jungwon’s own eyes were clouded with sadness, the tears he fought so hard to keep at bay finally spilling over. “I’ll always be your boy, yeah?” he whispered, his voice barely above a tremor.

You laughed softly, your laugh like a bittersweet melody, leaving a tender kiss on his cheek, your affection clear but the meaning unmistakable. “Always, Jungwon,” you replied, your words carrying a platonic warmth that seemed to echo louder in his heart than he could admit.

Jungwon stood there, his heart aching as he realized how deeply his own feelings contrasted with yours. The kiss he had hoped would signify something more was a gentle reminder of the reality he had tried to ignore. The warmth of your embrace and the affection in your voice only served to amplify the distance between your hearts. He sniffled quietly, nodding and biting his lip to hold back the disappointment that threatened to overwhelm him. Even as he forced a smile, though it was a hollow expression trying to be happy for you and your new chapter with Sunghoon.

Jungwon was left with the crushing realization that he was merely a boy daydreaming of a future that would never be his, longing for a love that remained forever out of reach.