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I just got finished rereading your best friend privilege series for hoshina and can I just say how in love I am with your use of foods as endearing nicknameđđđ
if my s/o doesn't call me his lil chestnut or apricot like hoshina, I don't want them!!!
also your vice captain confession has me swooning with how in love and gentle he is with reader!! (I especially love his little habit of playing with a loc of our hair, does he do that to keep himself groundedđ)
much love and kisses to your writing and how you portray hoshinađđĽ°
you reread my writing??? đđ hey what if i sob??? that's so freaking nice thank you so much for telling me!!! i miss best friend soshiro very very much except everything i've been writing for him is spicy and i would like to... at least write the bridge piece between the confession and the smut lmao. let them have their first kiss at LEAST asdfghjkl
you deserve to be called someone's lil blueberry!!! their sweet chewy mochi!!! i am manifesting this for you!! and if not i hope my soshiro can help fill in the gaps haha
oooh vice captain confession soshiro looooves playing with your hair. he's so freakin smitten he just wants to touch you somehow and wrap you up in his jacket forever and ever to keep you safe (though the jacket thing was more bc of possessiveness hehe)
SO MUCH LOVE BACK to you anon!!! thank you for literally making my day brighter!! đ
#idk if anyone wants a fun fuji fact but i'm actually the one who used fun food nicknames for my partner irl#except mine were... less cute#think: cha siu bao. onion ring. bibimbap.#literally sent texts reading 'gooooood morning quesadilla!'#fujimail#sometimes i forget my inbox exists but teddy bear anon i see you
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you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry
only the sun has come this close, only the sun
gojo satoru x wife!reader; tooth-rotting domestic fluff; gojo LOVERBOYâ˘ď¸ satoru; you aren't any better than him [but less poetic abt the predicament]; tw: pregnancy, 1 tiny mention of throwing up; satoru calls you 'cookie'; and he redefines the word besotted here; his thoughts are also a little yandere-ish but tht's cute, methinks; 2.3k wc; i just wish satoru was real and in my arms rn T-T
belongs to the series 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate' but can be read as a stand-alone fic if you wanna
the fic title and summary don't rly hv a very strong connection to the fic plotâ except the fact they fit both satoru's & reader's characters in this series to a tee ^_^
fic title and summary from 'gps' by shauna barbosa // header frm pinterest // divider by @/benkeibear // jjk isn't mine
you are clingy.
always have been, in fact, now that gojo thinks about it. long before the two of you were married. long before you were engaged. quite a long time before the two of you were anything apart from friends at best, acquaintances at worst.
yet now, as he feels a pair of arms squeeze tighter around his middle, not really still very much squeezing the air out of himâ your husband reckons you've grown loads clingier nowâ
and he loves you for this. loving you even more when he feels kisses being pressed into the space between his shoulder blades.
soft lips, a tad chapped. not without the shy grazing of your teeth.
just how he likes it.
very much how he adores you.
affection, settled deeper than should be feasible into the hollow of his chest, flutters a little when you nuzzle into his back; that pleased little hum of yours quick to follow it. smiling, gojo turns his head a touch to catch a glimpse of you. it takes a beat before you remove your face to lock eyes with him, before returning your face to his back.
he huffs a chuckle, sounding incredibly fond all the same. his feelings for you can never be suppressed anyway. time has proved this to him enough number of times.
he runs a finger down the length of your arm, relishing how it leaves a line of goosebumps in its wakeâ
"you wanna tell me something, cookie?" your husband finally asks.
your reply doesn't come immediately. and when it does, it is nothing more than a noncommittal noise. too spoiled. too stubborn. a bit too satisfied as well, the emotion further expressed when you nuzzle his back yet again.
gojo's smile grows bigger. his cheeks hurt a little.
he thinks he can live forever with this kind of pain, not even a sigh of complaint ever leaving him.
"ahaâ" he exclaims loudly, still soft enough to keep the quiet of this sweet bubble you've pulled you both into, "so it's just my irresistible charm that's making you so clingy tonight, hm?"
another beat passes.
and just when he thinks he might have to do with another one of your indistinct sounds for an answer, you speak. to be more precise, whine and grumble, everything so sweet in your adorable voice.
"it's not me being clingy, 'toruâ it's the babyâ the baby is making me so clingy. making me feel as if i can't live even for one second without squishing you like thisss!!!"
the first reaction your tightening grasp brings out is the wind getting knocked out of his lungsâ the second reaction being all that oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide being replaced by a feeling so fierce and so tenderâ the strongest thinks his knees would have buckled under its weight had he not been lying down but standingâ
not that he really minds that, though.
for you, he's always on his knees. whether you ask it of him or not. the only light in this world he is willing to bow his eyes before.
it takes him not too much effort but gojo makes a point of struggling whilst he shifts in your hold. and grins when he finally comes face-to-face with you, drinking in the way your brows are puckered and lips a little parted in an incredulous expression.
his grin simmers down however, when his six eyes notice the spark in your tummy. so tiny. so blinding. so pricelessâ to him and you bothâ he knows this, surer than he is of the scars on his palms.
thumbing the hem of your t-shirt, he hums, dragging his eyes back to be drowned in yours, "how many weeks along are you, wifey?"
"satoru," you start, voice turning sharper and just as skeptical as your face was, still isâ only to be shushed by a finger to your lips. the man addressed feels his heart skip a beat at your confused big scowlâ it's got to be a crime to be as cute as youâ really!!!
he pinches your cheek lightly.
"it isn't like i don't remember that, cookie. i just wanted you to say itâ c'mon, tell me quickly!" he presses, noting then utilising the moment your face begins to lose its cynical hue over his words.
the scowl lingers there however, twisting your delectably pretty lipsâ
"nine weeks," you say, hooking a leg over his waist to pull him closer. can he be any closer to you, though? your answer is always a yes, he knows you well enough to know this.
"thirty-one weeks more before we meet our baby."
it's not exactly thirty-one weeks; it's thirty weeks and five days before either of you can meet the baby, but gojo decides not to point out the error. you always hate it when he points out your tiny errors and make a point of snarking about it every time he opens his mouth to speak a word nextâ the man is wary not to upset his wife, yes, thank you very much.
he offers a sage "hm" in response, one he observes you accept slowly. the scowl lifts itself into a curve so fondâ gojo thinks once before he vaults his next query your way. not wanting to see that smile vanish in front of himâ
the ask won't cause anything so. but he can never be too sure. he has read too many books and articles to not grasp how fragile pregnancy hormones can make one be.
he tucks a strand of hair behind the shell of your ear.
fingers tarrying there when he sees you lean into his touchâ not akin a moth to a bright flame, no. he can never hurt you. not even for once in his wildest dreamsâ
but how the north pole of a magnet hurries towards the south pole of another magnet. so different in their nature, a perfect pair of opposite crafted by the natureâ maybe that's why nothing can ever stop them from rushing to each other once they're proximated, the lines of their mutual attraction existing even when thousands of miles apart.
just like you and him.
contrasting, complementing, completing each other every instant, in every facet of life.
he lets his fingers dance through the tangles in your hair, unravelling the knots in there. that pleased little hum of yours reaches him once again.
stowing the sound away, later to be placed on a pedestal in an ornate glass case as the most valuable praise ever given to him for his effort, he runs a gentle hand, nails scratching your scalp carefully.
"and at nine weeks old, just how big might our baby be?"
"i think there is a chart comparing our baby's size to fruits..." syllables unhurried and a pinch mumbled, you press your heel to draw him in a little more. "i did not really read that too attentivelyâ oh. but. yeah!" a grin forms on your features, sleepy still twinkling in excitement.
"shoko sent me a link to this website earlier todayâ any ideas, 'toru, what it might be about?"
gojo does have an idea. he has a very, very good idea.
but he chooses not to say that aloud. you look so extremely adorable when you are being this excited. he would hate nothing more than to see your amped up self getting interrupted by him.
he shakes his head. your grin brightens. eyes crinkling with a glint, he can tell even without looking, is knowing.
the tips of your fingers caress his bare back, softer than a breath. "it's about when our baby forms which organsâ our baby's eyes are being formed now!!! isn't that too cute, 'toru?"
"it is, cookie," he hums without any hesitation, six eyes activating one more time to zero in on that teeny-tiny spark. then deactivating when he looks back up to your sleepy eyes. a terribly tickled, equally wicked glimmer creeps into his grin. "so our baby is just like a tiny ball of cells with two big blue eyes, huh? they must look so scary, hehâ ouch!"
your pinch did not really pain him, but gojo does his best to mimic an awfully wounded puppy, sogging wet from the rain and waiting at the doorstep with his moving blue eyesâ it takes less than three seconds before you let go of your glare with a sigh.
you massaging the sore spot on his arm, your husband watches you give yet another sigh.
"first of all, there's no guarantee our baby will have your eye color and not mine, 'toru," you explain, pinning him under your drowsy stare, "it is very difficult to predict that for sureâ and secondly: i'll punch you if you ever call our baby scaryâ sure, they don't really look like a human in this moment, but they'll slowly get there in forty weeksâ as per the website, their face, hands and feet are forming in the ninthâ"
"okay, alright!! i get your point, my insanely smart, insanely beautiful, insanely sexy wife," gojo cuts in, smiling while warning bells chime in his head at the faintest gloss in your eyesâ
but maybe they weren't noisy enough. that is why he doesn't bite his tongue, rather continuing, "but you weren't actually blaming our poor human-ey baby for your clinginess, were you? it's not like they have a telepathic communication set up with youâ hell, maybe they haven't even started forming their brain!"
"the baby's brain starts forming by the fifth week, satoru," your quiet reply reaches him exactly when he gets his last giggle out. the moist sheen in your eyes grows more prominent.
and his insides begin to twistâ
one-third helpless. two-thirds contrite.
you don't stop talking, tone lower than he has heard you use in nearly forever, "and you better not comment on my bond with our babyâ i'll punch you twice if youâ"
"i wasn't doing that and i promise to never make you feel that way, my cutie-pie cookie," gojo interrupts, voice far gentler than earlier, just as low as yours, "but feel free to throw me out the house if i ever do that, even accidentally. okay?"
you're not okay.
you never are, when it comes to you being actually harsh to him, even when he's the one asking you to beâ shakespeare once called love to be blindâ your husband doesn't think you're blind, however. it is your well-contemplated decision to see his mistakes and see each of them as excusable, perfectly pardonable, no matter how silly or serious the world might regard them to beâ
you make a noise. somewhat annoyed. unhappy too, yeah. before you push your face into the crook of his neck, nose nuzzling into the flesh there.
you would have bitten him by now. but he reckons you might be a bit too tired for all that. you couldn't even finish your dinner before facing the urge to throw up tonight, yet again.
feeling sorry, almost, gojo resumes his ministrations to your hair, half because you need to fall asleep now; the hands on the clock are close to striking midnight. the other half because he just loves playing with your hairâ only to still when you suddenly pull your head back.
brows furrowed as you peer at him, eyes big and earnest.
"you don't really mind when i hug you like this, do you, 'toru?"
"no, cookie!! of course not!!" the man wastes not even a breath before he rushes to explainâ because seriously, what!??
sure, he wasn't the first one to fall between you two. but ever since he did fall, he has never not expressed how every second away from you, every fraction of an instant away from you, causes him pain.
and yeah, he might have been a tad too dramatic whilst doing so, but you've always been so good at reading himâ then why on earth can't you read him now? why don't you read, he loves it when you seek him out, he loves you more than anyone and anything else??
"good," your satisfied little chirp gives him a light shove away from his frantic thoughts. something tells him he should be put on alert by the way your lips curve into a smug smile next.
but gojo finds himself uncaring. just immensely relieved as he trails his fingers from the back of your head to your chin. thumb reaching out to brush the corner of your infectious smile. you continue.
"but even if you did mind, sorry not sorryâ you were the one who put the ring on my finger, so you have to deal with everything i'm, mister!! no refunds nor complaints can be filed here, gojo-san~"
and neither refunds nor complaints he wishes to file, satoru muses to himself as he cups your cheek in one hand. bending down to steal the taste of your beam, your tease, your love for him on his tongueâ
not when he has received the world in exchange for letting go of that poor splintered mess of a heart, he used to call his, but is now yours.
and will always stay yoursâ
"hey 'toruâ what will you do if i chomp on your fingers right now, like really hard? will you yell? or will you be the freak that you're and enjoy it, huh?"
gojo pauses.
and wonders.
is there any binding vow one can make to secure oneself to another in every lifetime, for all eternity?
he hopes there is.
your husband really, seriously hopes there isâ
'cause no way in heaven, earth or hell, does gojo satoru want to let go of youâ and he will not let go of you.
this idea was ROTTING in my brain for ages, but wht gave me the sparkâ the boost to write this was the wonderful sukuna fic written by ari @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ i seriously love u & ur writings sm, babes đĽšđĽš everyone pls go check their masterlist out. it's studded w diamonds and pearls đđđĽ°
and this is also for my sweet & sour bestie mimi @avatarofstars đ¤đ¤â u đ¤ me in being clingy af towards our fictional hubbies đđđĽ°
hope this was an enjoyable read! pls don't plagiarise, translate or repost this â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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Possessive Love- Jennie Kim
not proofread, might contain spelling mistakes, and even bad grammar. Please forgive those but enjoy the story. Also posted this in light of her new comeback. Enjoy!
As the door to your luxury penthouse opens, you wait for the small figure to walk inside.
"I'm homeâŚthat party was a lot- I'm ready to relax!" A voice cries out cutely.
Except she didn't hear a reply back. Looking up, she sees you glaring a cold stare at her.
"What happened? Aren't you happy that I am here?" Jennie questions as she slowly walks toward you after taking off her heels
"What the fuck are you wearing? You wore that kind of outfit in public? At a party no less where everyone was ogling you?" You bark at her.
"Nobody was doing anything! I wore it because it was sexy. Why? do you not like it?" Jennie says, knowing very well you didn't but she still wanted to see how jealous you got
You glare your eyes at her even more.
"Too sexy. That is the problem."
Jennie rolls her eyes. "I can wear what I want. I'll do whatever I want!" She rebuts.
That pushes you over the edge, rationality completely leaving your mind!
You grab Jennieâs neck and pull her closer, tightening your grip around her neck.
"No you don't. You are mine! and you will only wear what I deem good enough for you! Just because you are the "CEO" of your company doesn't mean you can do what you want. You know I am the reason you hold that position right," You ask. Pulling her close enough to feel her breath on your lips
Your lips are on her in an instant and you roughly have your other hand touching her chest.
"I know your feet are sore from those heels. You did all this shit on purpose didn't you?" As you continue to kiss her, you drag her, walking backward to the sofa. Plopping down, you break the kiss and stare deep into her eyes.
"Baby girlâŚgo sit on the other end of the sofa and get Daddy's cock nice and hard with those pretty feet of yours."
"Yes, I did this on purpose, given how busy you have been. I needed to pull something like this to finally get you to myself," Jennie says as she settles down on the other side of the sofa.
Jennie's feet slowly rub your clothed cock. Those pretty nails painted completely in matte black looked perfect rubbing your cock "Baby girlâŚyou know you're one of my favorite slutsâŚI don't give keys to any of the mansions or penthouses to just anyoneâŚit's a very short list.."
But Jennie slowly drags her toes across your pants, letting you feel her nails scratching just a bit. She pouts seductively.
"SuzyâŚJisoo, RosieâŚNaeunâŚTzuyuâŚSeolhyun..IreneâŚ" She begins to rattle off names.
You grasp her ankles and hold them down to keep the pressure on your cock. "Shut up. Don't waste your time thinking about themâŚDaddy is with you now princess so get to work."
"Show daddy what he has been missing? Show me why I should have you around me 24/7!" You say, hoping to get Jennie's competitive nature out.
It does, she immediately pulls your pants down and wraps her feet around your cock pumping it hard and fast
"Does daddy like my feet? do they feel good? None of the other sluts can ever use their feet as good as me can they now Daddy?" Jennie asks
You withhold a moan. She got aggressive right awayâŚgoodâŚ
"Mhmm..baby girl..you know Jisoo and RosieâŚhave some of my faves-"
But Jennie keeps pumping and then takes her left foot and scrunches her toes at your tip. Her right foot scrapes along your shaft but she then tries to put a part of your cock between her big and middle toe.
"What were you saying, Daddy? Am I getting you hard? Your cum will look so good all over my black polish. And DaddyâŚmy feet are so sore from those heelsâŚI'm sure you'll love the flavor later as you're fucking meâŚ"
"Oh someone is jealous!" You tease Jennie, knowing very well that she would take this as provocation.
"I'm not jealous, I'm just speaking the truth," Jennie says as she continues to work your cock with her feet, occasionally playing with the tip. She knew how much you loved footjobs and she was taking full advantage of it.
"Fuck, princess your feet feel so good around my cock" You moan, you didn't want to boost her ego but she was in fact making you feel amazing right now
Jennie smirks and brings her feet together again on either side of your cock, rubbing her soles furiously up and down your hard mast.
"Tell me I'm better than themâŚno..I want Rosie and Jisoo to hear itâŚI'm the best right?" She says taking out her phone and hitting record.
"Quite the feisty little one aren't you? Do you really think you are better than them? And what if I tell them that? Don't you think they would barge in immediately and take away your personal time with me?" You question her. Hoping she would stop her call.
Jennie pauses for a moment but makes the call anyway, first to Rosie.
You narrow your eyes at the bratty girl but you know you'd turn this on her soon.
"That wasn't your brightest idea princess, You are going to regret calling Rose especially in the situation that we are currently in," You say to Jennie as she continues to play with your cock.
Rosie picks up the call.
"Hi! What's up?" She says, her Aussie accent like honey.
Jennie smirks. "I just wanted to call you because I'm with Daddy right nowâŚ" She says in a teasing manner.
"And you thought of calling me now? Tell me where you guys are. So we can have a nice conversation in person," Rose says catching on to what Jennie was trying to do
Jennie sticks her tongue out.
"No. I have him all to myselfâŚI'm giving him a footjob, better than anything you've ever done."
Rosie rolled her eyes, now seeing what this call was really about.
"Yeah yeah, keep believing that. I know for sure that my footjobs are a 100 times better than yours," Rose says, infuriating Jennie
Rosie presses on.
"I'm his favorite for feet if not one of his..maybe Jisoo and Suzy tooâŚhe has lotsâŚI know what he likesâŚwhy do you think I show mine off so much, especially with white polish? Yours are smaller and stubbierâŚthere is no way you could beat meâŚ"
"Fuck you bitch, your just jealous that his cock isn't in between your feet. I have him squirming under my feet right now all while you get nothing," Jennie fires back.
As Jennie continues to stroke your cock, you get an alert on your phone about the new photos and magazine release and you frown.
You were beyond shocked when you saw those pics. You grab Jennie by her hair and pull her toward you
"What the fuck do you think you have been doing? Why are you going around posing like a slut for these magazines?" You question your blood boiling because of how naughty these pics are.
"I'm done." You quickly get off the couch rummage through a drawer and pull out a collar.
"Collar, now. You need to be punished." You say coldly, leaving no room for argument.
The tone of your voice made it clear that you were angry, and this was beyond what Jennie had expected. She knew you would get angry but now she was in completely unknown territory to her, so she got on her knees in front of you
You stare coldly at her.
"You need to have my permission before shoots like thisâŚto dress like a slut for all to see? What a dirty bitch you are. If what you want is for everyone to see you that way, fine. You're free to goâŚ"
You step forward and stroke her cheek though, looking down at her.
"Or you can be a good girl and know your fucking placeâŚput the collar on and tell Daddy how sorry you are."
Jennie takes the collar from your hand and puts it on. She knew what she did was way beyond what you tolerated and she also knew that if you wanted you could leave her here all hot and bothered and never be allowed to be in the same room as you ever again. Jennie couldn't live without you. Your dick was the only thing that could satisfy her greedy little pussy.
"I am really sorry daddy, I just wanted to get your attention. I didn't think that you would be this angry," Jennie apologizes.
But you knew you had to push her, watch her break.
"Rosie's still on the callâŚmaybe I should just go to her and fuck her brains outâŚJisoo tooâŚor any of the other hundreds of girls I could have at my beck and call right now. Tell me how fucking sorry you are. Are you stupid? Are you an attention-seeking whore?"
"I am so fucking sorry Daddy. I have been a dumb bitch. I will never do it again!" Jennie begged, she cut the call and was now on her knees her head near your feet.
You could see her body literally shaking in fear. Fear of you throwing her away and never even thinking about her again. She couldn't fathom the thought of you not filling up her tight pussy all because she wanted to be a whore in a magazine shoot so that you would show her some attention
"Don't look down on the ground! Look at me. What am I to you, Jennie? You could have anyone you want..you could get any dick you want, especially now after these pics. So go then, you can keep the collar but get the fuck out of my apartment. I. Am. Done. With. You."
"NO no! please please forgive me, Daddy. Pleasee I won't ever do this again. Don't make me leave pleasee. I NEED YOU. I don't care about anyone else. I want Daddy only you Daddy all the others are nothing compared to you," Jennie begged, tears spilling out like a broken dam.
The gravity of the situation was beyond what she could handle, she realized the magnitude of what she had done and it was killing her.
"Then you better fucking empty my ballsâŚwhatever the fuck I want. You're just my slut to useâŚso suck my cock better than you ever have in your dirty life."
Hearing this Jennie gets to work, playing and worshipping your cock like never before. The pure fear of you throwing her away showed a side of her that you never thought you would see.
You roll your head back with pleasure.
"Fuck yes, baby girlâŚprove your worth to your DaddyâŚfucking choke on itâŚworship itâŚ" You hold her head in place with one hand and begin thrusting harshly, slamming your tip against her throat's walls.
Jennie takes it well. She was willing to do anything and everything to make sure that you were happy with her again. her tears now flowing due to the big cock down her throat.
"You fucking love this don't you? Being used like the whore you are. That is all that you are to meâŚYour tears are a result of your insolence.."
You keep bashing your cock inside her mouth. "Just fucking on it all.." You try and push your cock down her throat..your balls hitting her chin and lips and you keep it there, testing how long she could hold her breath.
Jennie slowly began loving it. After her throat had adjusted to the size of your massive cock, she started to enjoy it, her pussy getting wetter than it already was. This was just another signal to you that you could keep going
You had to contain your surpriseâŚshe was adjusting? She would be hard to breakâŚbut maybe you just needed to break her spirit and heart instead..break her mindâŚmake her unable to live, to think, to even breathe without your touch and cock.
Jennie looked up at you her eyes full of tears but there was a look almost like she was hoping you would compliment and forgive her because of how well she was doing but you knew that this was only the beginning.
"What is that? Are you seeking my approval? Do you think that was good enough? How stupid. Tell me, what good are you to me?"
You say touching her cheek again and brushing her hair, she really was beautiful like this, not that you would ever admit it.
She tries to take your dick out of her mouth to reply to you but you push it back in surprising her all the way down her throat not allowing her to breathe. you pull out by yourself after having your cock in her for a few seconds. Finally giving Jennie some much-needed air
"I didn't tell you to take it out now did I? You only do everything that I tell you to? A pretty little slut like you doesn't need to think. See we ended up in this horrible situation because of you thinking," You say.
"Strip JennieâŚstrip and lie down on the floor and spreadâŚlet me see that dirty pussyâŚlet me see your slutty body on full display only for me.."
"yes, Daddy," is all Jennie says before following your command, She was now lying on the cold hard marbled floor. completely naked, her legs spread open and her pussy visibly drenched.
"you are awfully wet aren't you, for someone who is being punished. Maybe I am being too nice to you" You say.
"I wonder how long you would stay there if I command it..I wonder if you would resist any of my requests? If I wanted to sit on you and choke my cock down your throat? If I wanted to piss all over your body? If I wanted to shove a toy in your cunt and take you to the edge until your mind breakâŚshow me your loyalty, baby girl."
"anything daddy. I am willing to do anything for you to forgive my stupidity, please. I just don't want you to throw me away." Jennie begs.
You smirk and decide to test her wordsâŚyou approach her and gently sit atop her chest. You line up your cock to her mouth and slam down forcefully, making her choke. Your balls hit her chin once again but this time gravity and your floor trapped her helpless body.
"I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth and who knows I might even piss in it." Jennie tries her best to adjust to your roughness and eventually, she does, her eyes gleaming in excitement at the thought of you pissing right down her throat. Seeing as you weren't going to throw her away immediately she was quite happy as this was exactly what she wanted and a little more.
You growl as you thrust harshly against her throat.
"Fucking take it, baby girl..you stupid whore! I want to hear you beg for my cum..for my piss down your throat..fucking beg like a stupid slut!"
The rougher you got the more Jennie responded. Her hands gripping your thighs, not to stop you but to keep you from sliding out of her mouth. Her pussy making a mess on the marble floor. She desperately needed any stimulus but she wasn't getting any
"I know what you want, baby girlâŚbut did you think you wouldn't be punished? NoâŚI'm going to call another slut of my choosing and I'm going to fuck their brains out in front of you. You'll understand how it feels when I see wear those outfits for others."
You can see the panic set in her eyes. She wanted you all to herself. Didn't care about what you were doing to her but she didn't want any other bitch putting her nasty hands on you especially when Jennie was in the same room.
You knew this was the thing she would hate the mostâŚlosingâŚlosing youâŚlosing you to someone elseâŚmaybe someone youngerâŚsomeone who had potentialâŚthe creeping idea that you could replace her, not with just someone of her caliber like her bandmates, noâŚsomeone so much lesserâŚbut who would you call?"
Many options came to your mind, and one of them was Julie. A new idol who was very well-loved and was also hailed as the next Jennie because of her sexy acts on stage. Maybe calling her would send Jennie off the edge completely breaking her. Or natty was also another option, your options were potentially unlimited.
You make a decision and grab your phone, deciding to call Julie.
"I want you here now. I'll send you the address. Get here quickly." You say coldly and then hang up.
Jennie shakes her head, trying to push your cock out of her mouth. To tell you something but you couldn't care about what she had to say
"Did tell you to move?" you ask.
Jennie nods her head.
" then why the fuck are you trying to move?" You ask again, showing her who is in control
You then go grab a couple of items, one was a tiny pill, and the other a vibrator to be inserted.
"I'm going to stuff this in you and turn it on..don't you dare fucking cum and take your pill." You say, forcefully shoving the pill down her throat.
It was something you had developedâŚthose who consumed the pill would have all their senses heightened but it only responded to your scent and your touch. It was the ultimate activation of all their desire and senses, making most of them brain mush for you. Their horniness would be beyond control.
Tears were rolling down her eyes. But she did exactly as you instructed. Taking the pill and waiting for you to put the prepped vibe into her pussy
"Daddy please, I will be a good girl. I will do anything you want. Please just tell whoever you called to go back. Whoever it is, I can be better than them. You know me, right Daddy? Pleaseee," Jennie pleads hoping that you would change your mind before she came.
The pill was already taking its effect on Jennie's body. Her hand slowly tugged her nipple. Her body heated up much more, her pussy creating a puddle much bigger than before.
You smirk and again stroke her face with your hand, but even that simple touch makes her squirt and shriek.
"You must be on fire right nowâŚyou desire so me badly right nowâŚyour body craves it, is starved for itâŚgoodâŚit will hurt all the more. I think you'll hate who I chose to receive my seed today."
Jennie's body still recovering from something as simple as a touch. Her body felt like it was as hot as the fucking sun and the only thing that was keeping her even the least bit sane was your scent that lingered in the room
"D-daddy, pleaseee. Touch me, Use me, Destroy me. Please," Jennie managed to whisper as she tried her best not to rub her swollen clit.
"Did I even permit you to speak? You'll stay there until I tell you otherwise. Stay on the floor, I want to watch you squirm until she arrives."
Not being able to keep her legs open any more Jennie closes them rubbing her tighs together. Trying her best to quell her thirst for your touch. The fact that you were just sitting her was already driving her crazy. All she could think about was your cock and all the ways you could shove it into her.
You then chuckle and activate the vibrator inside her pussy too, you control its tempo and power, making sure to edge her without letting her cum.
The sudden pleasure provides a small sense of relief from the immense heat inside of her but it soon becomes worse. She was now being tortured both physically and mentally. Her body went into overdrive with all the pleasure and her mind slowly turned into mush.
"Beg..speak baby girlâŚhow are you feeling hmm?"
"It's so hot daddy. my body⌠My body is burning. I need you Daddy pleasee, it is-"
Jennie wasn't able to finish her sentence as you turned up the vibrator. Her body jerked with the sudden increase in pleasure, she was now grabbing at her tits trying her best not to let her hand near her pussy because all it would take was a single touch and she would come undone.
"This is your punishment baby girlâŚwhat's wrong? Don't like the vibrator? Your body is burning thanks to the effects of my toys and yetâŚyou just can't have me."
"hngggh daddy I need you, this vibrator doesn't do anything it is just-" Jennie isn't able to finish the sentence as you increase the intensity.
"You need me? Do you need me? Then why dress like a slut in public for all to see? You break my rules, baby girlâŚ"
"I'm sorry Daddy I am ssooo sorry I won't do it again. So please, please just touch mee!!" Jennie whines.
you grunt as you rush over and yank the vibrator out before shoving my cock inside her pussy without warning and kissing her. Thanks to the special item and now my touch, her body was overwhelmed and her brain was going to be turned into mush.
The pleasure completely overtook her body. her brain could focus on nothing but your cock that was stretching her pussy. It was like finding water in a desert for Jennie. She didn't just want it her body needed this
"Is this what you wanted baby girl? What you needed?" I growl and kiss her and begin to drill into her pussy with abandon.
"Who the fuck owns you? Who owns this pussy? As I slap my balls against her folds and bury my cock inside her walls over and over over.
Jennie couldn't say anything, her brain completely turned to mush with the overbearing pleasure from your cock.
She wanted to answer you, but her brain wasn't able to produce a sensible answer. All that came out of her mouth were mumbles of nonsense in between moans.
"I asked you a question!" I shout as I then pull out my cock from her pussy and don't let it touch her.
"No! no, please put it back in daddy, my pussy, my body, and my everything belongs to Daddy, daddy owns every single inch of my body, it's his to use," Jennie manages to say as her body revolts from the lack of stimulus at her pussy.
You then hammer my cock back into her pussy and kiss her deeply before starting back again roughly. You choke her neck and begin battering her pussy again, making sure your head reached the depths, practically knocking at her walls.
The room is filled with the sound of moans and bodies slapping against each other. The pleasure was just perfect for Jennie, you could see her eyes roll back and her pussy wrapping around your cock tightly almost as if it was trying to hold you in there.
"Never forget who you belong to, baby girl. Never forget who owns this pussy, your holes, who decides what you wear and when. Never forget your place as my cock hungry cumslut!"
"yes yes yes daddy. I belong to you only you. I will do anything and everything you say so please pleasee just keep pounding my pussy Daddy," Jennie screams
I can only focus on the relentless drilling of her cunt, over and over against the sturdy floorâŚto ruin the mighty and world-class Jennie Kim.
"Take it allâŚcum for me baby girl."
"Hnghhh fuckkk!" Jennie screams and cums all over your cock. It's like a dam broke, water gushing all over your cock.
"That's my good girlâŚ" Her extra juices only helped me slide into her tight cunt as I chased my own release and merely used her flesh for my desires.
"Fuck fuck fuckk daddy! Too much fuck I'm losing my mind daddy!" Jennie moans
"Too much baby girl? It's never enough baby girl. I decide when it's too much or else I'll just stop right now and I won't empty my seed in you. Do you want your pussy to remain starved? I can give my seed to a different whore. Just shut up and take my cock!"
"no no please I need it! yes Daddy give me your cum please," Jennie moans
"Good!" I grunt and keep slamming into her pussy, deeper, harder, rougher, drilling into her cunt as deep as possible.
"I'm close baby girlâŚbeg for it."
"Yes, Daddy cum in me please! dump all that thick baby batter into my pussy pleasee! Fucking breed me Daddy I need that fucking cum pleasee!!" Jennie screamed as you continued to pound into her
"That's it, baby girl! Yes. I'll breed you. I'll unload into this fucking cunt..this cunt that belongs to me. You dirty whoreâŚwhat is that song of yours called? Mantra? The only mantra I want to hear is your screams, breed me, Daddy..breed me. I'm your whore. Now say it back!"
"yes breed me please please pleaseee," Jennie's begging was going to send you over the edge soon
It gave me the extra boost I needed as I spear her pussy with more powerful thrusts before erupting..gushing a hot stream of thick white batter..blasting it like a cannon.
"Fuck yes! Take it all baby girlâŚ" You're mine.." I say kissing her lips fiercely before biting at her neck
"FUCKKKK, it's so hot Daddy! It feels so fucking amazing in my belly. you are cumming so much that you might actually breed me," Jennie says
"You'd give it all up for me, wouldn't you princess? Your entire career to be bred by me?"
I ask giving a few more thrusts making sure every drop was deposited in her walls.
"Yes, Daddy I would give up everything for you, all you have to do is say the word and it's done."
"Not yet baby girl, but congrats on your song releaseâŚ" Just don't go out wearing shit I don't approve of okay?"
"Yes Daddy I won't"
#kpop smut#jennie kim#blackpink#jennie blackpink#jennie#blackpink x reader#blackpink smut#blackpink jennie
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Ateez when they're jealous ጠNSFW Edition [M]
ጠAteez all members x fem-bodied!reader ጠgenre: smut, headcanons (dom-sub dynamics in some parts, semi-public sex in some parts, most of them get more or less possessive) ጠwarnings: alcohol consumption in some parts
Author's note: Maybe I went a liiiittle overboard with this.... maybe I'm also very tempted to turn one of these into a full fic....
Hongjoong:
He's usually one to deal with his jealousy in a very adult manner and simply talk it out with you. However, after coming home jealous one day and having what was probably the best sex in your relationship up until that point, you've made an arrangement to deal with your jealousy in the bedroom. So it's really become more of a game to him than a pestering feeling to get rid of asap. And today as well, after you've spent a little too much time (in his opinion) having a very engaged conversation with the cute waiter of your regular place to get dinner, Hongjoong can't wait to get home and to drag you off to his bed. And that's exactly what he does, as you're filled with expectation because you didn't exactly miss the evil smirks he's been giving you throughout dinner, and you could guess what would be coming once you're home. He's moving slowly as he crawls on top of you, brushing his lips against yours in teasing kisses, and then telling you to strip naked for him. Will be the biggest little shit ever as he touches you in all the ways he knows will rile you up, and has you cursing underneath him when he pulls his fingers out of you just as you're about to cum. "You're gonna have to beg for it, babe," he whispers, licking his fingers clean. "I'm not gonna let you cum until I know you can't take it anymore."
Seonghwa:
Is so shocked when after weeks of suffering he finally figures out that seeing you with your male best friend makes him jealous, that he impulsively decides to get (almost blackout) drunk. What he forgot to consider was that you were scheduled to make dinner with him at his place, and so when you walk in on him having downed what's probably his third bottle of soju you're definitely mad at him. Wondering whether it'd even make sense to try to reason with your drunk boyfriend, you do eventually end up scolding him, but the second you're within reach he pulls you down onto his sofa, crawling on top of you. He's blushing from the alcohol, and usually you'd have found that cute, but today the cold stare he gives you makes you shiver. Worriedly, you ask what's wrong with him, and finally he explains. "I'm jealous. Like really jealous of your best friend. And drinking it away wasn't the best choice but right now I just need to make you mine." You're not sure if you should be impressed how in control he is for the amount he drank or if you should just be insanely turned on by his words, but when you give him permission with a nod it's not like he leaves you any time to think about this further anyway. Has you both naked in no time and pins you down as he fucks you rough, and if you think he'll be satisfied with giving you just one or two orgasms that night, you couldn't be more wrong.
Yunho:
Doesn't get jealous ever, except for that one time when you had only just started dating and were still in a bit of an awkward phase of figuring everything out together. Now usually he doesn't mind you going out to see your other guy friends, he has no reason to worry about that because he trusts you to never betray him. However, who he doesn't trust is that one guy who very obviously has a crush on you and he wouldn't put it past him to try to steal you away. And so he even went so far as to warn you about it, but you just brushed it off, defending the other guy and saying he's just a friend. And well, when one night your boyfriend witnesses how that guy drops you off at Yunho's place and he's being just a little too touchy before he hugs you goodbye, that's when the jealousy sets in. Needless to say he's upset when you walk inside, and not knowing what to do with that feeling, he simply kisses you. And it's a passionate kiss filled with need, the kind of kiss you've never received from your boyfriend up until that point. Yet he takes the lead, and soon he pushes you up against a wall, hands roaming your body and his lips nipping at your throat. "I don't ever want to see that guy touching you like that again," he mutters, rolling his clothed hard on against your hips, making you throw your head back. "You're mine and nobody else's." When he feels you going limp in his hold and all you can do is agree and whine at his touch, he takes you right then and there, proving to you that nobody could ever make you feel as good as he can.
Yeosang:
When he's jealous he needs reassurance above all else, especially towards the beginning of your relationship. The only problem is that he's kinda slow at figuring out that he's jealous, and so it's often you who picks up the cues before he does. And you know he tends to get sulky and avoidant when he feels bad but can't quite put his finger on why, so one day you decide to try to help him out of that. And so you approach him, telling him straightforward that you want to have sex with him. And pulling him out of his bubble takes a while of hesitation from his side, but when you take him by the hand to walk him to your bedroom, he doesn't protest. Crawling on top of him and making out with him, you wait until you can feel him somewhat relax underneath you. Your fingers of one hand tangled in his hair while the other roams his toned upper body has him melting underneath you, and just then you ask him whether he's jealous, in the sweetest tone you can muster. "I... I think so," he mumbles. "Do you need me to prove to you that I only want you?" you ask, and Yeosang nods. And you'd be surprised how quickly he can go from desperately clinging to you as you get him off slowly, humming praises for your boyfriend, to him flipping your positions around and with a "Sorry, I need this now" he starts thrusting into you, hard and slow. The pace as well as him suddenly taking charge of the situation makes you see stars, and his desperate but possessive groans could make you cum right then and there.
San:
Seems more helpless than anything else the second he comes back from picking up some takeout coffee for the both of you when he sees a complete stranger flirting with you, and you doing nothing to ward the guy off. And of course he'd be jealous at the sight, but he decides to play the tough guy for now, telling the guy off as he approaches. "Dude, what are you doing flirting with my girlfriend?" He puts an emphasis on his last word, and his voice sounds darker than usual. And though the stranger leaves immediately and you two continue your date as usual, something's off about San once you arrive home. Dragging you off to the bedroom by the sleeve of your shirt, he doesn't say anything and doesn't let you see his face right until he has you pinned to the bed, hovering above you and pressing a fiery kiss to your lips. Clothes don't stay on for long, and when he finally has his hips snapping into you, you have to slow him down from how rough he's being. "Fuck, that guy pissed me off," he mutters as he buries his face in your neck, leaving his mark there. When he has you coming undone underneath him, he doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you towards your next high, and your head starts to spin when you hear his next words, growled into your ear, "Don't ever flirt with another man again. Don't even look at someone else, or do you think anyone else could ever fuck you this good?"
Mingi:
Well if he isn't a wild card idk what. Gets jealous rather easily, and from him sulking like a kid to him taking charge and dragging you off to the nearest secluded space, anything could happen. It entirely depends on his mood that day, and a bit on the situation too. Mingi definitely needs you to comfort him if it's the former option, but the good news is that he'll be fine rather quickly after you assure him he has nothing to worry about. However, after you've been dating for a while and he's internalized that you're not gonna let someone else take you away from him, that helplessness soon turns into anger at whatever guy is flirting with you. And so one night when you're out with friends, all being a bit tipsy and this one guy just won't stop giving you all of his attention, Mingi eventually shoots up from his seat and drags you to the restrooms without an explanation. Kisses you feverishly after locking up the stall he entered with you, and only when you ask him what's wrong he gives you an explanation. "I don't like the way that guy looks at you. It pisses me off," he hisses, before going right back to kissing you. His hand finding your core underneath your clothes in no time, he starts fingering you, even teasing you about how you're already wet for him, and eventually he'll flip you around so he can grind his clothed bulge against your ass as he gets you off, relishing in the way you're desperately trying to suppress all noises.
Wooyoung:
Big switch energy so this can go one of two ways, but after the initial deep conversation you had about jealousy and how you can trust each other despite that feeling sometimes arising, the one thing that's for sure is that you're gonna resolve it with sex. Even when the jealousy is barely even there, just like earlier today when you had commented to your boyfriend on how handsome one of Wooyoung's friends looks in his latest insta post, he doesn't miss the opportunity to seek proof that at the end of the day you only have eyes for him. "And what about me?" he'll asks as he walks up to you from behind, hands put on your waist and his lips ghosting above your neck. The tone of his voice gives his intentions away immediately, and it doesn't take long for him to spin you around in his hold so he could kiss you, dragging you off to the nearest surface to have sex with you on (whether that's the bed, the sofa, or the dining table he doesn't care). And it really all depends on your mood whether he'll pin you against it, making you beg for him until he's satisfied, or put all the power into your hands and let you have his way with him until he's the one whining for your touch. One way or the other, the reason for his jealousy will soon be forgotten, because now all that matters is you and him chasing pleasure together.
Jongho:
You're at a party hosted by a mutual friend of yours, and from the moment you dressed up at home you've known that your outfit choice today is doing something to your boyfriend from the looks he's been giving you. You like the attention, you're not gonna lie, and you can imagine what this night will lead to once you're back in the comfort of your own home, after making him stare at you all evening. However, what you didn't expect were the death glares he's been giving one of your male childhood friends who's been occupying you ever since you walked into that party. You know Jongho isn't the type to get jealous easily, but when he does he usually struggles with expressing it. However, you also know your boyfriend will usually do the right thing anyway, and so when he pulls you into the empty kitchen and locks the door behind himself, you expect him to simply tell you about his feelings. What you certainly do not expect is him backing you up against a counter with a possessive stare glued to your lips. "What's wrong...?" Kisses you instead of answering your question and makes your head spin from the way he runs his hands down your body alone. There's need and anger behind his actions, and in no time he has you pressed up against the kitchen counter, facing the wall now, both your pants and underwear pulled down just enough so he could fuck you from behind, teasing you with just his tip until he has you begging for more, and this really is just what he needed to alleviate his unnecessary feelings of jealousy...
#ateez smut#ateez reactions#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez x reader#ateez x fem reader#ateez headcanons#hongjoong smut#seonghwa smut#yunho smut#yeosang smut#san smut#mingi smut#wooyoung smut#jongho smut#smut
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âËâšăso this is what it means to be in love | gojo satoru
wc:Â 8.9k
summary:Â gojo finds out what it really means to be in love.Â
contains: f!reader in mind, friends to lovers (prev. slowburn), suggestive scenes, might be mature/mildly explicit? (i only mention âbuttâ once thoughâŚ), âbeing in loveâ as a journey, almost like a falls in love first (you) vs. falls in love harder (gojo), they fight, they swear, character death/s mentioned, shibuya onwards spoilers, lots and lots and lots of love
a/n: this is better read after the other parts in the collection but can work as a stand alone too!, thereâs a jump between this and tell me about love (show me how) so gojo would have developed a lot in the relationship since then!Â
collection masterlist: conversations on love +02 (extra). look my way, you're what i crave <- you are here + (extended scene) too good to be mine -> 3.5a. this feeling inside of meâ
MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.
this is a re-upload! (because i accidentally deleted the original one!)
Gojo catches onto love slowly.
He takes the hand you leave open just for him, and closes the space between your palms, reducing infinity.Â
Maybe heâs felt it all this time without knowing; after all, love looks a lot less profound as friends in your early 20âs.Â
But being in itâbeing in love? Thatâs uncharted territory.Â
Gojoâs been to a lot of places, has travelled back and forth from point-to-point endlessly. Heâs survived battles, a war, near-death, and cursed spirits reincarnate; heâs got eyesâtwo bright blue and an extra four hidden, ones that see beyond human comprehension. Unearthing this simple truth shouldnât shake him, shouldnât even faze him. If anything, he should have seen it comingâ
Except, he doesnât.Â
It sneaks up on him, bit by bit, until he finds that being in love means getting to experience you all over again, just differently.
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It starts with the little things.Â
Gojo has known you for so long (a decade and a few years more), but has only recently begun to notice everything: how your baby hairs stick out in the humidity of summer, the way you purse your lips in thought before finally deciding on a drink to order. You play with your fingernails subconsciously, out of habit, the soft taps on your nail beds an accompaniment of anxious conversations youâve had since you were 23.Â
He knows you always blink twice before focusing on him, and itâs a mystery whether this is a recent development or something heâs just never noticed, but if youâre trying to enchant him by the flutter of your eyelashes, he wants to let you know that itâs workingâexcept, he knows that you arenât, because youâre just like that: a daydream without even trying.Â
These arenât new things; heâs sure heâs probably encountered them all before, but lately theyâve evolved into cute things, and thereâs no hiding the slight curve of his lips every time he spots them.Â
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The sun is beaming brighter this summer, the ocean a faraway blur from the beach towel you set up under the shade. Going to the beach is never your go-to when you think of an extremely hot afternoon, but Yuujiâs been eyeing a weekend getaway since sorcerer workâs lessened significantly.Â
âItâs a good effort,â Gojo convinces you, âto get everyone together again.â
And it isâyou see it now: Yuuji and Megumi preparing to fling Yuuta into the water while Nobara and Maki race along the shoreline. Toge stays close to Panda but he watches fondly, eyes crinkling every now and then, happy.Â
When you blink, the image of them softensâa captured memory in the heat haze.Â
The only older ones here are you and Gojo; Shokoâs always disliked the stickiness of sunblock on her skin, and Ijichiâs new position has made him constantly busy. Somewhere in the distance, you can maybe envision Nanami. He wouldnât come if you or Gojo asked, but if it were Yuujiâ
You rub at your eye, resting your chin on your hand as you will your tear ducts to please, donât cry.Â
Yuuji's been smiling a lot more lately, an observation you note from the way his ears are perked up every time you look his way. Itâll never be the same as it used to be but itâs relieving to know that he can exist living as himself now. Just Yuuji.Â
You hug your knees tighter to your chest, wrapping your arms around it. Your place under the coconut tree provides ample enough shade but your back still burns from Gojo haphazardly slathering sunscreen on it after hearing an ice cream stand from miles away.Â
The mind is a weird place to be at times like thisâsplit into bittersweet reminiscing and telling yourself to just take this moment and breathe, to live in it. You think about Megumi, and how you hurt for him, always will, for all that heâs lost despite every attempt to avoid it.
You should have been there for Tsumiki, you could have been there for both of them.Â
Your guilt never leaves you even on days that shine as vividly as this, but perhaps thatâs the silver liningâthat theyâre still with you, always. You can carry pieces of them to these places, and scatter them to the wind, to the sand, to the sea, and maybe to the ice cream stand Gojoâs waiting in line of, surrounded entirely by kids. They all rise to half his size, but if you squint, you think the bounce in his step makes him blend right in.Â
A chuckle escapes you.Â
You could sort through your memories and land on one where he looks just like thisâfreakishly large limbs towering over a tiny, excited Tsumiki. Back then, an ice cream stop after school consisted of your pseudo-family of four, with Megumi on your hand and Tsumiki on his leg, both gripping tightly to combat a chilly 10°C.
Things are different now, evidently. Megumiâs outgrown it, and Tsumiki is no longer here. But Gojo has stayed the same, and itâs comforting to know that he will continue to be this Satoru, your Satoru, even when some things are gone.Â
You donât realize youâve spaced out until he waves the ice cream cone while walking towards you. Â
Gojo is a sight in trunks the color of his eyes, with seahorses and starfishes in an alternating pattern of peachy-pink against cerulean blue.Â
You could have sworn you asked for your own cone, but he plops down beside you holding only one. For the both of you. The side-eye you give him is almost criminal, if not deadly, but your lips twitch from the smile youâre hiding (terribly).Â
He raises an eyebrow and you break character, shaking your head while laughing.Â
âDid you eat the other one on the way here?â you tease, craning your neck to lick at the bottom scoop (vanilla-strawberry-vanilla, Gojoâs signature order).Â
Your tongue lands dangerously close to his fingers, and he feels it, but his eyes only land on youâyour lips, how they part for your tongue to glide smoothly on hisâboth of yourâdessert. You look every bit of an angel in the soft, pale hues of your bikini, but Gojoâs thoughts are anything but saintly.Â
He blushes furiously, the tips of his ears and nose bright red as he turns away from you quickly.Â
âIâm fulfilling your dream of sharing an ice cream cone with me.â he tilts his chin up, proud, smirking slightly. He jokes about it knowing full well that this is his dream come true, just by the look of you.Â
You stay quiet, rolling your eyes but never meanly, no. You only ever do it fondlyâhe knows, being on the receiving end of it one too many times.Â
The beach towel scrunches when you scoot closer, looping your arm around his as you both rest your elbows on your knees. Gojo holds the cone between you two, tipping it towards you when itâs your turn to lick.Â
He shouldnât stare, shouldnât hyperfixate, but itâs so cute how you get the tiniest bit of ice cream on the tip of your noseâas if it belongs there, soft and sweet just like the rest of you.Â
You look up to find Gojo gazing at you, eyes glimmering like sunlight on the ocean, and a tiny smile that only widens when he realizes youâve caught him red-handed. Your eyes narrow suspiciously, scrunching your nose in an effort to stop yourself from grinning.Â
When Gojo looks at you this way, as if you are his favorite place rediscovered, your heart thumps furiously against your ribcage.Â
âWhatâŚâ you drawl, your smile impossible to hide in the lilt of your voice.Â
Gojo thinks he can count every eyelash, every speck of sand dotting your face, and stil not be bored of you. He canât stop beaming.Â
Is this what it means to be in love with you?Â
âNothing.â he replies, almost giggling, a little bashful but with every inch of sincerity. You know that smile, the only one that holds every ounce of Satoru. Gojo smiles big and wide to everyone else, but this small one you know, is reserved just for you.Â
He leans in, lips coming closer to brush against the tip of your nose. Your eyes fall shut, instinctively, and the pink dot is wiped clean, a hint of strawberry dancing on his palate. Heâs done this more times than he can count, has gotten this near to know that close will never be close enough, but you still jolt a bitâPDA has never been your thing.Â
When he pulls away, you continue to stare at each other, locked in a gaze until the ice cream begins to drip down his fingers and onto the beach towel. It misses his trunks by a hair and you both laugh at how he belatedly tries to escape it even though itâs already there.Â
Itâs indescribable, this moment, seeing you in slow motion, laughing as bright as the sunâthe sweetest sound heâs ever heard. It takes every bit of him to look away so he can wipe his hands clean from the dripping dessert.
You hand him a packet of wipes and beckon him to sit in front of you after. Squeezed onto the palm of your hand is a copious amount of sunscreen you plan to slather all over him. A touch-up, if you will.Â
Gojo has sensitive skin, pale as bond paper and burns just as quickly. The high points of his face are already reddening, warm to the touch when you dab at them with sunscreen.Â
Youâre so near, so close, sitting cross-legged in front of him with your knees touching his. The tip of your tongue sticks out just slightly as you focus on his skin.Â
Even though he knows, he still wonders what your lips would taste like, SPF chapstick and crumbly bits from the wafer cone. He wonders what your eyelashes would feel like, fluttering over his own.Â
The light casts a halo around you and he thinks itâs fitting for all that you do. You pamper him like this, slather love all over his chest and back, massage it in so it dissolves into himâand he feels it so deep that he tastes it.
How can your love be so sweet? He thinks, sighing as your fingers work sunscreen up his neck from his collarbone. You always apply his skincare like this: upwards, gentlyââno tugging, please!ââsomething about keeping his baby face even when heâs old.Â
âYou should join them,â you mumble, rubbing more product onto the nape of his neck. Youâre leaning over his shoulder, neck brushed against his cheek.Â
Gojo hums, watching everyone from a distance. Itâs been a while since heâs had a day like this.Â
âBut maybe after 30 minutes, so the sunblock doesnât wash off. Youâre already burning.â you note, coming back to sit.Â
Of course, heâs already burning. How can he not when the sun is right in front of him?Â
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You join everyone for a game of beach volleyball in the sunset of the afternoon. Youâre transported back to high school, the last time you did thisâyou and Satoru against Shoko and Suguru, with Haibara keeping score.Â
From the way Gojoâs eyes are glossed over, you can tell heâs thinking about it too, the memory having seared itself into your brains forever, it seems.Â
Being paired together should feel familiarâthe same, but it doesnâtâisnât, because Gojo canât concentrate, sneaking glances to notice all the little things about you that he never used to. Your skin shines from the combination of sweat and sunscreen, and when you crash into him itâs both sticky and slippery. He should really ask for a time-out before you blind him completely.Â
You look unfairly good in your bikini, too good he can barely hear you calling for him; between the ocean and his blood rushing, any other sound is drowned out into nothing.Â
Maki and Yuuji absolutely demolish the both of you, reaching 15 first in the final set. Gojo blames the loss on you of course, even though heâs missed every pass youâve sent his way and netted 60% of his spikes.Â
And maybe it technically is your faultâyou and your (very distracting) little things. But itâs entirely on him that heâs fallen for it, fallen for you as much as this.Â
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Gojo thinks of love differently when he sees a picture of himself and all it does is remind him of you.
Thereâs a photo tucked safely in his wallet (saved and set as his homescreen too). Shoko snorts when she walks in on him printing it, all six-foot-three of him hunched over the small inkjet printer in the faculty room.Â
âItâs all digital now, Satoru,â she scoffs, taking a puff on her cigarette.Â
Gojo doesnât say anything even though he knows itâs true, too focused on watching the printer push out the two-by-three inch image heâs about to cut into.Â
Print photos arenât as important anymore when cloud storage spaces are just asâif not moreâaccessible, but Gojo is admittedly sentimental despite every front he puts up to hide it.Â
Heâs kept every single gift youâve given him and camouflaged it as decoration in his office, and the family drawing 10-year-old Tsumiki made is still folded between the pages of a self-help book Yaga had given him when he first decided to teach.Â
When every moment is experienced so vividly, seen through a muddle of infinite energies, there are those he wishes could stay stillâones that take up space to remind him: âthis is real, it happened, and here is proof that it didâ.Â
He already has one of all of you, fresh-faced and barely pushing the peaks of youth at 16. A tangle of arms wrapped around each otherâone of his gripping tightly on Suguru, and the other hanging loosely over you. Utahime is crouched in front, holding the hand youâve placed on her shoulder while pulling Shoko into a semi-squish-semi-hug (because out of the four of you, Shoko is her favoriteâcompletely valid; if given the choice, sheâd be your favorite too). Nanami and Haibara stay close to Suguru, squatting low to balance the photo, and Haibara is smiling, the ever cheery grin Suguru loves to dote on, while Nanami is Nanamiâsharp features and a serious gaze that you all know heâll grow into someday, handsome with age.Â
For the longest time, Gojo has kept that photo hidden, locked away in the drawer of his bedside table as if keeping it there means the memory will stay guarded foreverâuntouched, unspoiled, unruined.Â
It would have stayed there if you didnât stumble upon it while looking for his painkillers during another one of his skull-crushing migraines.Â
You approach him with the image hesitantly, eyes damp and glossy. Years have faded the colors ever so slightly, but the corners remain crisp from being stowed away neatly. You say sorry, that you shouldnât have looked through his things, but you remember the moment it was taken so fondly: a visit to the Kyoto campus on a one-day break to train with other students.Â
Gojo has many theories about time and the multitude of spaces it takesâlike how a person can exist at different points in time, disparate at each instance, and still take up the same big chunk of space. The opposite can be true too, that someone can live finitely (just once) and occupy spaces in every place you look: the face of a passerby down the road, a sign at the corner of the street, or even a photograph that immortalizes people you once knew.Â
He only shares when you ask, aware that he tends to be a bit of a nerd about it whenever itâs brought up, but you don't mind. You like listening to it all, no matter how insightful or confusing they are for you to make senseâa version of him not many get to witness. His explanations are comprehensible for the most part, exceptâ
When Gojo tells you that heâs kept the image in his drawer, hidden, because exposing it to the space-time that exists now will erase every reminder that it ever happened, you hug him tightly.Â
Your sniffles are heard from the way his head is tucked into the crook of your neck, your fingers gripping strands of his hair in empathy.Â
He considers your near-tears as a sign that the memory is long gone, decayed into the brittling tragedy of reality. But you smile, the corners of your lips bittersweet as you express disbelief that heâs kept it all this time.Â
You tell him delicately that some precious things are meant to be celebrated, put out to be rememberedâto be experienced.Â
And it becomes clearer to him then, by the look in your eyes and remembrance soft-spoken, that what good is a photo unseen?Â
What good is a love unwitnessed?
When you gift him a frame a year after finding the photo, he hangs it by the wall next to his office door. The image is painful to look at, always has been (even when it was hidden in his drawer)âduring Suguruâs defection, and death anniversaries especially.Â
The recent one for Nanami was heavy; the first time heâs ever been able to process grief fully.Â
Gojo can argue that it grows more difficult every time he catches a glimpse of it from his desk, but you have a way of honoring pain that doesnât make it sting as badâthat turns it into a reminder of a love that was once there, of feelings that hurt as evidence that someone cared.Â
Now, he wants another photo printed, one of just the two of you. Not because it hurts, but because he wants this precious thing to be remembered and seenâfor this love to be witnessed too.Â
Itâs self-timered, snapped under the shade of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. The picture is far from perfect: your eyes bright and mouth open mid-fear of his phone falling off the bridge railing.Â
You may look a teensy bit funny, but Gojo will always find it cute. Anyone can see it, at how he looks at you in that momentâlike you are every bit worthy of the distance travelled and seasons waited. He gazes at you fondly, eyes holding clear skies and pink lips curling into a small smile.Â
Itâs cheesy, but if you ask him what he thinks about this yearâs flowers, heâll tell you none of them (not even any of them combined) could compare to you. The cherry blossoms could be gone and heâd still see them everywhere (in the softness of your lips, the fullness of your cheeks, the radiance you emit when you are truly, solely content and happy).Â
He remembers that afternoon well: the spring breeze that jolts his phone sideways, his hand resting on your lower back, unseen in the image. Thereâs no real reason for visiting the blossoms on this day of all days, but Gojo doesnât believe in coincidences, and heâs counted down exactly to a year since you both had your first kiss.
Itâs so silly, because heâs never thought of things like this before. He knows you probably donât think much of it either considering that neither of you have made anything official yet since.Â
And he feels a little stupid for that, honestly.Â
You have a drawer of his clothes for the nights he stays over (more often than not), and even though you go on these little trips that are so obviously dates, you both still just tell everyone youâre âhanging outâ.
Heâs not fooling anyone here, not when he looks at you then with the feeling of his chest expanding, stretching to accommodate the overflows of his affection since learning the ways to love youâtenderness caught in little pixels of eternity. Â
When Gojo goes through all 179 photos from that afternoon, he filters out the ones to delete and picks this one out especiallyâfavorites and resizes it to fit his home screen and his wallet too.Â
Thereâs something about the look on his face that reminds him of every time heâs caught the same one on you.Â
He slides the photo into the little sleeve behind his credit card, catching himself smilingâthis must be because of you, he thinks, and the bits and pieces of yourself that have somehow become part of him slowly, sneaking into him unknowingly.
If this is what it means to be in love, with you, then heâs fucked.Â
Donât you know that heâs insatiable? These traces of you will only make him want the whole of you.Â
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You find the photo while he rushes to the restaurant restroom. On âhang outâs like this, you insist on splitting the bill, but Gojo has always been stubborn and youâve learned that you can never argue.Â
He hands you his wallet to pay with his card, and when you slide it out, the photo falls. Itâs face down on the floor when you pick it up, fully expecting it to be a photocard of some idol you know Gojo follows.Â
But it isnât, and your smile widens.Â
When Gojo comes back, youâre looking up at him affectionately, biting your lips as if to stop yourself from speakingâthe same way he always does.Â
Itâs funny because, slotted between your two fingers is the photo heâs kind of flustered you found, but he has no time to be embarrassed when he sees a little bit of himself in the way youâre staring at him right now.
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âSo, Yuuji asked if we were together.âÂ
You quirk an eyebrow, looking up at Gojo from the pile of laundry youâve begun folding on your bed. He emerges from the bathroom, ruffling his hair with a towel.Â
Over the past year, Gojo has spent his weekends off with you, sleeping over and traipsing around your room in his pajama set as if heâs lived here just as long as you.Â
You snort as you fold, amused that this is even a question to begin with. Yuujiâs always been known for being exceptionally dense, but you didnât think it was this bad. Gojo was especially touchy with you during that beach trip, and youâre sure Megumi and Nobara have caught up to let him know by now, somehow.Â
âWhat made him ask?âÂ
âI think he wants to take you away.â Gojo teases, wiggling his eyebrows as he throws the towel on the chair across your vanity.Â
You roll your eyes, still sweetly, indulging him, âSure.âÂ
Itâs now a running joke that Gojoâs threatened about Yuuji stealing you; youâve always had a soft spot for bright eyes and even brighter souls and Yuuji is as close to that as anyone can get.
Itâs not like that though, it could never be; Yuuji is just like your Megumiâthe two boys you want to protect and care for in hopes of treating them better than their lives have ever.Â
Gojo feels the same, you know, otherwise he wouldnât have guided them as much as he has (despite his... questionable ways). Still, your hands have always been gentler, kinderâand though shorter, have always outstretched much farther than his.Â
You have a way of inching yourself into peopleâs lives that just fits. Heâs experienced it first-hand, canât even dare to imagine what his life would be like if you didnât.Â
He walks across the room to you, bed dipping as he steadies a knee before draping his entire body over your shoulders.Â
Now that you think about it, it makes sense that Yuujiâs confused, because Gojo has always been extremely touchy to everyone, just never when the feelings mattered, with you. Kiss him once, though, and it snowballs into an avalanche of firsts. And what heâs about to do right now, he thinks, might just trigger another one to form all together.Â
âAs if Iâd let him.â he mumbles right by your ear, chin tucked by the crook of your neck. It tickles when he speaks, his nose poking at your cheeks.Â
âWho put you in charge?â you scoff jokingly, unfazed.Â
He moves away from you in disbelief, mouth open as he stares at you mindlessly folding.
To be fair, he canât fault you. You arenât technically official even though you have kind-of-been for a little over a year. Thereâs no particular reason, just that you havenât talked about itâpart because you wanted him to approach it whenever he was ready, and also, because it just never seemed like a priority.
You laugh as he stares at you, stunned into silence, the pout on his face borrowed from all the versions of yours.Â
Thereâs no point of contention because youâve only ever loved Gojo since you were 17.Â
âKidding,â you kiss his cheek as an apology.Â
âDonât even joke about that.â he huffs, youâre starting to take after him a little too much.
âYouâre mine.â he murmurs after, arms wrapped around your waist and legs stretched out wide to encase you.Â
He says it as if it is the simplest truth.Â
Your heartbeat quickens, too loud and pounding; this is the first time youâve ever heard this from him, and a part of you thinks this is just another one of those flirty side-comments he makes on a whim.
âYou tell him that?â you hope he canât hear your voice shake as he nuzzles your neck, your fingers trembling on the pair of socks you have yet to roll.Â
He hums, hugging you tighter. He waits for you to finish folding before letting you lean against him, offering his fingers for you to fiddle with. Theyâre cold, long and slender, veiny just by a bit, and he always gives them to you like theyâre yours, you like to think.Â
Thereâs an inhale, a breath of hesitation, before he exhales. Â
âSomething like it.âÂ
You donât say anything, only nod, and itâs nerve-wracking. Heâs so nervous even though he knows he doesnât have to be because itâs just you. And thereâs no need to doubt what youâre feeling. Butâ
âYou are though,â he pauses, âright?âÂ
He has to be sure. This is a testament to you more than himself that heâs learned to ask instead of bulldozing you like he does with everyone else. Who else will he pick that up from but you?Â
Thereâs hesitation you hear that you think shouldnât be there anymore; the fact that youâve given so much of yourself to this man and he still thinks youâre unsureâ
ââCause Iâm yours.â he speaks, clearly, definitively, before you can even answer. And you knowâyouâve known ever since that party years ago. A simple admittance: âIâm takenâ.Â
You turn around to face him, eyes shimmering.Â
Can he see? Youâre meant for him only.Â
All youâve ever wanted was to love him; everything else heâs done up until this point is already more than you could ever imagine. The labels can only do so much to capture the gravity of what you are to one another: years of history unpacked into a mishmash of feelings overlappingâitâs a lot.
You sit cross legged in front of him, your knees touching his. Heâs biting his lips again, an anxious habit you want to kiss away.Â
Gojo has proven far too much of himself already that heâs serious with youâyour kind-of-confession, that confrontation, and the days after, all the ways youâve both learned to love each other.Â
You cup his cheeks.Â
A single word cannot possibly define what he is to you.
âI mean, o-only if you want me to be.â he adds on, blue eyes darting back and forth.
Gojo runs his mouth almost all the time and youâve never heard him stutter once in his life. Except now.Â
Heâs endearing like thisâa version of him you are slowly discovering.Â
âWouldnât be here if I didnât.â you finally say, and itâs a relief.Â
He feels good, releasing a breath he didnât know he was holding. His arms pull you closer, hugging you tighter as you both smile.Â
He kisses you once, twice, maybe a million times all over, travelling across your eyelids, the center of your forehead, down to the corners of your mouth before landing a real one right on your lips.Â
Gojo always looks pretty but he looks prettiest like this, worry-free, with love in his eyes and nothing but pure happiness in the way he holds you.Â
He wonât tell you that Yuuji asked about your anniversary, not if you were together.Â
At least now he has an answer.
Gojo stares at you like he wants to say something, a thank you maybe, but he bites his lips instead. No words will ever amount to this feeling, he thinks, of his chest expanding and heart hammering. So he kisses you with all of it, trailing soft smacks of his lips down your neck, tickling. The tips of his hair are still wet from his shower, leaving droplets on your skin as he nips.Â
You laughâsprinkled in love.Â
âS-stop!â you push him away, âSatoru,â giggling, âtickles!âÂ
âWe have to consummate it now.â he whispers, grabbing you by the waist to place you on his lap, squeezing your sides while nibbling at your neck playfully.Â
You roll your eyes at his antics, âItâs notââ you laugh out loud when he pinches your hips, ââmarriage, Satoru.âÂ
Oh, if only you knew, he thinks.Â
The image youâve planted in his head is dangerous when heâs this drunk on love right now.Â
More decades, more years spent with you? In another life, or maybe even in this one, if time permits, he wouldnât mind making that come true.Â
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Itâs crazy how much things can changeâfor all his life, heâs ruled out the possibility of love ever taking root in his ribcage.Â
Youâve managed to make it feel so easy, so good, even when he was shit-terrified not knowing how to love you like he should.Â
Now, he thinks, how could he ever miss out on love this way? A love this good, with you?Â
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For all of Gojoâs life, heâs never had to be anyone elseâalways the strongest, the only one. Heâs never had to change anything about himself, because whatâs there to improve when youâre already the best?
In a way, this is why it works with you. Youâve taken him as he is, all the good and ugly and never asked for anything more than what he can give.Â
But being this in love with youâitâs foreign. There are pieces within him shifting, all on their own without him knowing.Â
How he wants to be better, for you. To be good enough to deserve all of it, and give back more of it too.Â
Gojo doesnât realize how much love has changed him until he feels it uprooting every insecurity he never even knew existed, pulling it all up to the surface.Â
When things are going great, itâs hard to imagine them ever going the other way.Â
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âYou donât mean that.â you mumble, voice trembling.
Gojo stares at you, at your lips quivering and the fists clenched to your sides. There are tears collecting in pools by your eyes, and if thereâs anything else he hates in this world, itâs seeing you cry.Â
So why?
Why couldnât he just shut up?Â
âPlease tell me you donât mean that,â you take a step closer, gripping the edge of his jacket, âSatoru.â your voice cracks, begging.Â
Itâs an out-of-body experience when Gojo registers that heâs fucked up, and he sees himself now, birdâs-eye-view, and thinks this is the worst thing he could do to you after all youâve been through.Â
âI need some time to think,â he says, finally, the only words coming out of his mouthâbut he canât hear himself speaking.Â
He should have said sorry, taken it all back, he thinks, not make it worse by leaving.Â
He heads for the door, heart crunching under each footstep away from you.Â
Is this what being in loveâs supposed to do? Break his heart while yours is bleeding?
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Youâre too good for Gojo, in every sense of the wordâand he knows it.
You are far too kind, far too generous, far too patient with him. You give him more love than he deserves, definitely, and admittedly enough, with how he is, you have been settling for the bare minimum but thatâs on him, not on you.Â
He had no right speaking to you the way he did, hurting you with accusations born from insecurities heâs never before had to deal with.Â
He knows it.Â
Who accuses you of âmeddlingâ as if everything out of you doesnât come from the goodness of your heart? Of provoking you with âchasing the bare minimumâ as if he isnât aware that thatâs all heâs given you to work with?Â
Utahime was right in telling you to be careful with him, and he doesnât blame her for it. He would have done the same.Â
He should have told you there was something brewing inside of him alreadyâshould have talked to you instead of bursting from all the things people have been saying lately.
Gojo hasnât spoken to you in three days and the feeling this compares to is worse than anything else heâs ever had to face.Â
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He knocks on your door at night, a little past dinner and too early for bedtime. They echo loudly within the walls of your apartment, and you drag yourself up despite your obvious look of heartbreak.Â
Gojo hears your footsteps and everything moves entirely too slowly; the lock, taking far too long to turn, the gap between the door and the door frame widening incrementally. Even your face comes into view as if in stop motion, frame-by-frame, gradually.
His hands are in his pockets, lips bitten to bleed. Heâs pretty sure he isnât breathing when he takes you inâpuffy eyes and a sweater that belongs to him.Â
(Is it sick of him to say that he still finds you beautiful this way? Even when you look every bit the part of heartache?)Â
Gojo didnât have a plan coming here, didnât have a list of things to say, just the feeling that he needed to talk to you, see you, even just be around you today.Â
When your eyes meet, itâs quiet. You stare into him for oneâtwoâthreeâ (Can you tell that theyâre watery? Can you see theyâre puffed up too?) and then open the door wider to let him in. You head straight to the kitchen, never once looking back while dragging your feet.Â
He stands outside a few seconds more, waiting for you to take it backâbut you donât, so he walks in and closes the door.
Heâs been in your apartment plenty of times before, has practically lived in it by how often he stays over. But this is the first time heâs felt wholly out of place, not knowing where to put himself, just standing in the space between your kitchen counter and the living room awkwardly.
You push a glass of water towards him and he canât stop staring at itâat you, at your fingers that he wants nothing more now but to hold.Â
Even with all his faults, all his wrongs, you open your arms for him to walk into, allow him in as if he didnât just hurt you.Â
And he wants to cry, at the fact that this place still feels like home, at how itâll always feel that way wherever you go.Â
How are you still treating him so kindly? Still taking care of him? A glass of water is one too many for someone like him.Â
You turn away from him to pour yourself your own then he speaksâ
âYou should be angry with me.â Gojo says softly, but you hear it.Â
You pause, tilting the pitcher back upright.Â
âWhy arenât you angry at me?â he says, a little louder this time, more desperate, more pleading.
Why are you never angry at me? he wants to ask.Â
You turn around to face him, putting the pitcher down.
Under your kitchen lights, his eyes shine like sunlight on the ocean, waves lapping on the shore. You think it might be a trick of the light, but his lips tremble when he closes them, as if he canât speak any more.Â
Itâs just as youâve said, thereâs no point being angry with him when your heart can never take it.Â
You always give Gojo the benefit of the doubt, and though heâs hurt youâthough this might be the most painful thing heâs told you yet, you know that heâs been under immense pressure lately. Stressed beyond belief from negotiating with the government on policies for jujutsu society.Â
Itâs not an excuse, you know, but Gojo always has his reasons. He'll tell you eventually, you believe that much.Â
You give him a sad smile, struggling to stop your tears from spilling. His fists are clenched too tightly, nails digging in hard enough to bleed. He hasnât moved since coming in, so you push yourself off the kitchen sink towards him.Â
You take his hands first, unfurl each finger pressed upon his palm and rub gently. He cries quietly for a love so pure that only you would attempt to ease his hurt despite the pain heâs dealt you.Â
You tiptoe second, pulling the sleeves of your (his) sweater before reaching up to wipe his eyesâbeautiful and blue just like youâve always known, droplets of the ocean at your fingertips.Â
âBe mad,â he whispers, âplease.â squeezing his eyes tightly.Â
It hurts more when you arenât, he thinks.Â
His hand comes up to grip your wrist, bringing it down to cup his cheek. You stroke your thumb across his skin, soothing, loving, and thatâs all it takes for him to pull you in. He hugs you tight, arms wrapped around you, clutching.Â
He wouldnât deserve you. In any life.
Gojoâs never cried this much before, head pressed to your neck as you rub circles along his back, shushing him softly. You start sniffling too, small at first until it turns into soft hiccups when you finally cry.Â
Your grip on him tightens.Â
ââM sorry.â he mumbles, lips moving against your neck.Â
ââSââ you hiccup, ââokay.âÂ
âStop saying that when itâs not,â he presses against you, nuzzling your neck, âI hurt you.â
âThen donâtââ another hiccup, ââcall yourselfââ hic, ââbare minimum.â you cry harder.Â
Gojo knows your heart and the tears that leak out of your eyes; he knows they hold pain for more than just yourself but every single person in your life. You, crying now, is evidence of that truthâshedding tears for him not just because of him when he thinks heâs the bare minimum.Â
This must be what it means to be truly, deeply loved, he thinks, to have someone know what you mean without even having to speak itâto know your heart, and all the good and bad parts of it.Â
âI donât think Iâm good enough to you,â he admits, pulling himself away from you.
When he sees your face, wet, with your nose and eyes puffed up from crying, he decides that he hates it more than anything else. Makes it sick to his stomach, even.Â
He cradles your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your tears. A whole hand of his could cover your face entirely, but he always, without fail, holds you delicately.Â
âThatâs notââ hic, ââtrue.â you gather your breathing, holding him by the wrists as he presses his forehead against yours. âOnly I get to decide that. Not anyone, not you.âÂ
You kiss his lips, a small peck before nudging his nose with yours. You soothe each other this wayâin the quiet, swaying to your own tune.Â
âYouâre good to me plenty, Satoru.â you whisper, once both of you have settled.Â
He opens his eyes to look at you, smiling sadly as he cradles your face, âI didnât mean it.âÂ
Whatever he told you that day, taking it all out on you.
âI know.â you mumble, nodding.Â
You always do.Â
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Gojo has always loved you, in some type of wayâas friends, colleagues, a-little-bit-more-but-less-than what you are today.Â
But how he feels right now? Itâs kind of ridiculous, borderline out-of-hand, and itâs driving him insane.Â
Itâs such a simple, ordinary thing for you to do: you rush up to him, phone in hand and scroll to some video you found online. Youâre so excited, a bounce in your step as if heâs the first and only person you want to show this to. Your eyes shine bright with a megawatt smile to match, and youâre talking so, so fast, completely lit up like fireworks in the making.Â
He knows you think that heâs listening but, he couldnât care less about it honestly. Sorry. Not when the words go in one ear and out the other, because all that registers is how adorable you are, giddy and everything.Â
He makes a jokeâcompletely unrelated, but you find it so funny. Then youâre laughing, full on smacking his arm, doubled over, arms hugging your stomach, guffawing. Your feet are kicking the air as you sink deeper into your couch. Gojoâs standing in front of you, post-enactment of some impression he made, and heâs frozen in place but warm all over.Â
Seeing you laugh like this, smile like this, being so pretty when youâre happy, the pounding in his chest goes crazy.Â
This isnât the first time heâs made you laugh; he does it all the time. You almost always roll your eyes and chuckle, sometimes giggle with your eyes squinting and laugh lines creasing. But it might be the first time itâs like this: with you so bright, more than the sun and every other star in the sky.Â
And he thinks, this is all he could ever wantâto make you happy for the rest of his life.Â
Thereâs too much of this feeling inside of him, clawing at his throat, itching to get out. Heâs filled with it, has been filled with it for so long that itâs starting to overflow and if he doesnât say this now he might justâ
âIâm so in love with you.âÂ
Gojo breathes it out, as if finally releasing it after all this time. You donât think he processes it because he just stands there, in the middle of your living room, staring at you.Â
Your laughter dies with maybe a little part of you too (in a good way).Â
He looks so sweet, so sincere, and you see his heart, so big, so honest and pure. You get flashbacks of every Satoru you have ever known, at 15, 17, 23, to now.Â
Itâs not like either of you donât know; itâs plain as day, how you feel about each otherâand you would have been fine going on without ever having to hear him speak of love this way.
But hearing it now, itâs far better than anything you could have imagined.Â
You stare at him. He stares at you.Â
Heâs shocked too.Â
You donât want to embarrass him, especially if he didnât mean to say it, so you chuckle, moving on to break the quiet.
âI can unhear it if you want,â you offer shyly, genuinely.Â
Gojo looks at you, confused, before a pout makes its way onto his face. You sit up on your couch, playing with your fingers as you look up at him.
Sure, he practically blurted it out, maybe in the heat of the moment, or something, but it doesnât make it any less true. And heâs realizing that the only thing he really wants from thisâ
âThoughâŚâ you continue, biting your lips, âI think Iâm pretty in love with you too.âÂ
The little laugh you make has him, completely.Â
The grin that breaks on his face is infectious. Gojo, who is normally so pale, is now pink all overâred by his ears and down his neck. Thereâs a sparkle in his eyes that can be found in yours too.Â
This moment right here feels like first lovesâteens first saying âI love youâ.Â
âYou think?â he asks incredulously, joking, âSo youâre not sure?â he walks closer to you.Â
You laugh, candy for his cravings, and take his hand to kiss each knuckle before guiding it to your cheek. He runs a thumb across your skin, affection on his fingertips. His index finger hooks itself under your chin, tilting it to rest on his stomach as you look up at him.Â
A kiss to your forehead, tenderly, gently.Â
The best part about being in love?Â
He gets to be in it with you.Â
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Gojo canât sleep.Â
Itâs not anything newâ4 hours on average, maybe 6 on a good night. He doesnât remember a time when sleep ever came easily.
Sleeping with you, beside you, has helped, but itâs never solved the problem. Youâve gotten him to a full 8 hours before, but never consecutively, and heâs starting to think that if you canât do it, nothing ever will.Â
Your sleeping positions change every night, but they always come out as some variation of hugging. Gojo firmly believes that he might as well sleep alone if you arenât touching.Â
Tonight, youâre spooning, arm slung over his waist and palm right on his chest, fingers interlaced with his. Your legs stay tangled together with soft puffs of air blowing at the back of his neck.Â
He opens his eyes and checks the clock by his bedside. 3:24 a.m.Â
He sighs deeply, carefully maneuvering his body to slip away from you. You used to wake up the first few times this happened, worried about an emergency or some kind of accident. Being a sorcerer trains you for things like that.Â
Youâve always known Gojo had bad sleep, just not the severity of it.Â
You donât wake up to it as much as you used to, having grown accustomed to it after more nights together, but on the off-chance that you do, Gojo always kisses your forehead gently as if to tell you that itâs okay, you can go back to sleep.
You donât wake up now, thankfully, so he grabs his phone and heads for the kitchen. Thereâs a sinking feeling in his chest tonight, far heavier than others heâs woken up from. He pours himself a glass of water before hopping on the kitchen counter, ready to sort through the bowl of candy sitting on the island.Â
The date today is October 31. Halloween. Itâs been a few years since Shibuya but he still feels like heâs suffocating.Â
In the train station. In the box.
In front of Suguruâor Kenjaku, both, whatever.Â
Heâs gone to therapy, just like you wanted, for the both of you, and grieving has been an interesting concept to wrap his head around since.
But no matter how much he trains his mind to deal with it, his body will always remember the feeling.Â
He snaps out of it when he hears your footsteps padding on the floorboards. Your figure emerges from the hallway, bed hair and eyes still sleepy, squinting.Â
âSatoru?â you rub at your eyes, his sleep shirt entirely too long as the sleeves extend past your fingertips. The extra fabric swings in the air. âYou okay?â you whisper, approaching him.Â
Waking you up is the last thing he could ever want right now, but itâs hard when youâre also the only one he can talk about this with. When you know what itâs like to grieve everyone too. Â
He has every intention of brushing it off, of telling you to go to sleep, but one look at youâone look at him and itâs like you just know. He doesnât even need to explain.Â
It isnât hard to piece together, knowing what today is and seeing him choked up the way he is. You tell Gojo itâs your intuition, but he has a tell, and maybe youâre the only one who knows it.Â
His eyesâtheyâve always given him away. Thereâs the Satoru you know, then a Satoru thatâs far removed, gone away. You can spot it though, the moment it loses its sparkle, the moment it turns from blue to gray.Â
He feels a little selfish sharing this with you; heâs not the only one whoâs lost people. You have too.Â
You stand in front of him and offer a sad smile, outstretching your arms as an invite, as if to tell him: you can stay here for as long as youâd like.Â
He moves into your space slowly, hopping off the kitchen island to slump against you.Â
He doesnât hug you yet, not immediately, hands still shaky at the memory. You rub his back, hooking your chin on his shoulder as he bends down to rest his head by your cheek.Â
You take his hand delicately, bringing them to your lips so you can kiss every fingertip gently. When you finish, he wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly.Â
âDo you want to talk about it?â you whisper, like a hushed secret.Â
And he wants to, but also, there isnât anything else to say that you donât know already. You were there the first few times he had therapy, and when he felt comfortable enough to go alone, he told you all about it anyway right after.Â
If thereâs a secret to fighting the Gojo Satoru with guaranteed victory, theyâd only have to get to youâheâd be gone, entirely. You know too much of him, own too many parts of him already.Â
He chuckles dryly, vibrating by your neck. A step back and heâs leaning against the counter, bringing you closer by the hip, thumb stroking. He tucks away strands of your hair behind your ear, flattening down the birdâs nest that it is from your sleep.Â
âNothing you havenât heard before, pretty.â
Gojoâs been more tender lately, especially in the night when his piercing eyes turn soft, gazing.Â
You pout, the same one since you were 16. You donât know if youâll ever get used to it, the way he calls you such sweet, honeyed things; youâve only recently begun to call him âbabyâ and that alone has been enough to make your head spin.Â
Still, he wouldnât be your Satoru if he didnât surprise you. With how he is now, itâs hard to imagine a time when this was all so difficult for him, when even the slightest bit of your hands touching was challenging.Â
Itâs hard to imagine that both of you are here now, living in the same space, by the kitchen at night, with the contents of your hearts memorizedâthe sorrow, the pain, the joy, all the love, every single one.Â
He kisses your nose, and thatâs comfort alone.Â
This is his reality now, with you, and itâs safe.
Itâs good.Â
âDo you want to make waffles?â he hears you mumble, running your hands over his chest, soothing. Â
The clock reads 3:56 a.m. Early breakfast doesnât sound so bad, could also be a midnight snack.
(But he knows what youâre doing).Â
You donât tell him to try to go back to sleep, never forcing anything you know he canât do. Instead, you offer yourself to stay up with him, keep him company. Whatever he needs.Â
(And he loves that about you).Â
.
.
.
Gojo will forever argue that you might have fallen first, but heâs definitely fallen harder.Â
He could map out every single location heâs laid his love onâyour eyes, the flutter of your eyelashes, the curve of your nose, and your lips, the same ones heâs kissed and nipped, bitten until he gets his fill.Â
Your neck and chestâa canvas for his desires. He glides a finger across your collarbone before lightly tapping on it thrice.Â
Thereâs the little dip at the base of your spine, and your thighsâ
Oh, he could get lost in them.Â
He knows.Â
He has. Many times.
Thereâs an animal inside of him that only answers to you.Â
When you kiss his neck and grip his back, soft moans by his earâshort and sweet. Heâs a gone man, wholly devoted to you, and you only.Â
You breathe his name out, âSatoru,â raspily, and he sinks into youâeverything, all that he has spilling in the depths of you.Â
How can he possibly contain all this love?
Itâs scary how so much of him already belongs to you, all these yearsâhow youâve been carrying pieces of him, all versions of him throughout every birthday, every moment youâve touched his life and have it irrevocably changed.Â
.
âAre you happy?â he mumbles by your ear, voice deep and lazy.Â
Itâs the morning, sunlight barely peeking through your curtains. Gojo hugs you from behind, arms caging you as he traces little hearts on your sides.Â
âRight now?â you whisper back, chuckling, âThatâs not fair.âÂ
He nips at your ear, a small bite, before you turn to face him.
He supposes youâre right, it isnât fair to ask that now; both your bodies are sore, well-exhausted, and littered with conversations on love.Â
Gojo is pretty in the mornings just like he is all the time, his hair lending well to sunlight as much as it does to the moonlight. And his eyesâthey shine a different shade during the day compared to the night.Â
You though, youâre an entirely different creature of your own: a goddess in bedsheets and pillows, wrapped in immaculate white. Â
You giggle when you face him, nose-to-nose, and he pulls you in tighter, grips you by the butt to slot you in right where you belong.Â
Are you happy with me?Â
He wonders, and you can read itâhis eyes his greatest tell. You kiss him tenderly, lips moving gently against his. Then you smile, sincerely, before whisperingâ
âWouldnât be here if I wasnât.â
this is a re-upload! (because i accidentally deleted the original one!) thank you notes: to @stellamancer for being there since the very start!! col wouldnât even exist without you!! youâre every much part of the creation of this as i am :'), to @crysugu for being so ever supportive, cheering me on all the time!! and for loving col reader as much as i do!! and to you reading this and everyone else who has loved this collection so far!! of course!! a credit to all the writers whose works have inspired the way i view and write gojo: to @seravphs for teen dad!gojo and cruel summer influences, i draw so much of the way i understand these characters and their dynamics from you and your beautiful way of writing them and i hope my interpretation gives justice to that!!, to @augustinewrites for keeping up with the fushigojos, this series and the way you write them, with so much love, has always pushed for me to view gojo that way!! youâve inspired so much of my understanding that gojo does believe in love and that when he falls in it, he falls in it hard!!
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Animal Party!
The harbingers finding out you had a pet
(Some of the animals are tigers lions bears sharks etc etc, characters might be a bit OOC cuz this is kinda a crackfic but if yall want more srs ones lmk)
Tartaglia
For him Lets say you had a pet bear it would go kinda like this, since you and him live in a big house you wanted a big backyard, he never knew why but he Never said no, his siblings could run around there so when he came home from work you were not anywhere to be found.. until he heard you call someone a âgoodboyâ from the backyard, his bow was already drawn as he would have a stern expression on his face until he saw you with a bear. â[NAME]âŚâ âSo i forgot to tell youâŚâ âWHY DIDNâT YOU THEM ME SOONER?! HEâS SO CUTE!â overall tatamis loves the bear
Scaramouche
For Scaramouche you had a cat a fluffy white one, this time you went over to visit him with your cat just hanging out in her purse âTook you long enough-⌠What the fuck is that..â âIts [CATS NAME]âŚâ I deeply feel like scaramouche would be jealous if the cat took to much of your attention but would warm up to the cat, not enough to not show at least a HINT of jealousy
Arlecchino
So You had a spider for this (if you dont like spiders then imagine something else) and again you went to visit her, Arlecchino actually does like spiders (or just insects in general based on voice lines) so wheb she sees one crawling on you she was surprised that you had one just hanging around, She doesnât mind it and also gets close to the spider, Leney (idk if i spelt his name right) almost killed it becuase he thought it was creepyđ
Signora
You have a silly little snake!!! This can go either way you visit her, she visits you..OR she sees it slithering around and she calls you over â[NAME]! WHAT THE FUCKââ âSignora! You found [SNAKE NAME]! Thank you!!â Signora would be surprised and confused..how can you live with thatâŚTHING?! Why is it built like that⌠Signora is ALRIGHT with your pet she isnât to fond with it but would take care of it for you
Pantalone
You have a cat! Not the small one a BIG one so.. a lion for him you TOLD him you had a cat..just not what KIND of cat âPantalone do you want to see my pet?â âOf course [NAME] it cant go that bad..â It went that bad, when he came to visit you and saw a whole ass LION he froze when did you get the beast?! âHa..[NAME] you said you had a cat..â âI know! This is [LIONS NAME]!â âWhy didnt you say that you had a lion?â âIt was less fun..â hes alright its pretty tame, (might get a little jealous from all the attention the lions gettingâŚ)
Dottore
Simple way to put it, you have a shark said and done same with Pantalone you TOLD him just not that detailed in your words âDottore you like fish right? You wana meet mine?â âSure, I suppose it wouldnât be that much of a hassle..â Well when he cane over he wondered why your house had a pool in the backyard, until he saw the fin sticking out of the water âSee Dottore? This is [SHARK NAME]! âYou said you had a fishâ He doesnât really care for it because he doesnât go swimming often or study the oceans yet but he isnât going to tell you to give it away
Columbina
You had a swan, a elegant animal it was plain and simple so there isnât that much convincing that the animal WONT hurt them, You and Columbina have hang outs (aka dates..) by the pond, She only REALLY opens her eyes around you (she wears the mask so she wouldnât fall in love with someone else again but your a exception) and saw that you had a swan with you she was like a kid in a candy shop in her eyes it was a perfect animal for someone as perfect as you! She loves your swan and has a good relationship with it
Sandrone
You had a hamster (a FAT one) it was just in your hands eating sunflower seeds (ofc it is..) as you were going to find your beloved Sandrone â[NAME] whats the dust in your hand for?â âIts my Hamster!â âWhat..â Sandrone is sarcastic so she does make jokes how its a fucking FATASS but she secretly thinks its cute and would do anything for that little fur-ball
Capitano
You have a fox! I feel like when he found out you didnât know he was off today, so you were outside playing with your little fox friend while he looked at you, even if his face was covered he had a small soft smile who ever knew that his s/o could be so cute..but he doesnât know much about taking care of animals so he loves hearing you talk about it and slowly warms up to your fox!^^
Peirro
Last but not least! You owned a monkey (or a spider monkey) but you and your monkey go EVERYWHERE together so its not hard for him to figure it out, since you two starting dating he was introduced to your monkey, he doesnât mind that silly little fella he just wants to spend time with you and sometimes when your off doing errands or something else, your monkey just hangs out with Peirro, one time, Peirro had the monkey on his shoulders while in a fatui meeting (I feel like any of them would take your pet to a metting when there good with them, besides the shark⌠sadly)
(We are finished! I really hoped you enjoyed this!!^^ Tags: @jadestone2 )
#genshin impact#genshin x reader#harbingers#fatui#harbingers x reader#fatui harbingers x reader#fatui x reader#capitano x reader#tartaglia#capitano#tartaglia x reader#columbina#columbina x reader#arlecchino#arlecchino x reader#pantalone#pantalone x reader#sandrone#sandrone x reader#dottore#dottore x reader#la signora#signora x reader#scaramouche#scaramouche x reader#Pierro#pierro x reader#pearlsrequests
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Scars To Your Beautiful - James Potter
A/N: I have no idea how I was able to finish this xD thank you @captainlunaxmen for all your help! I hope yo loves like this :)
Request - @nix-rose asked: What about a James Potter x Black!Reader (if reader can have some personality: extrovert, loyal, gryffindor but could probably be a slytherin, just a happy person, definitely rough and tumble but still enjoys looking cute-) âHave you⌠Always been this beautiful?â ââŚThatâs so cheesy even for your standards.â
Warnings: reader is really insecure, mentions of abusive parents, James protecting you from a creep (nothing to explicit though) also, this isn't proofread :D
Disclaimer: I donât own Harry Potter :) gif isnât mine :DÂ Â
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Scars To Your Beautiful
But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing, The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful
The âother Blackâ. That's how you were known in Hogwarts.Â
You knew your family wasnât perfect. As much as they all like to make it seem that way, it was very much far from it. Being part of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black brought a lot of pressure with it, but you were used to it by now. And, deep down, you loved your family. At least your brothers and your cousins. Well, two of your cousins, you were always pretty terrified of Bellatrix after she enchanted all of hers and her sistersâ ancient creepy dolls to come alive and it still terrified you to your very core today. But you loved Andromeda and Narcissa, even if the latter was now spending all of her time with Lucius Malfoy and you saw less and less of her.Â
Even if youâd never admit it, you were always a bit envious of them. Not in a bad way, you just⌠wondered a little how it would feel to be like them. You remembered guys literally fighting to get your cousinsâ attention. And not a day went by without you having to hear at least ten different people saying how gorgeous your brothers were.Â
And then, there was you. You had a respectable reputation since you were part of the Black family. But it sometimes felt like you werenât worthy enough to be part of it. Youâve sometimes noticed some guys staring at you a bit too long. And youâve gone out with a few guys before. But youâve also had people come to you specifically to get closer to one of your relatives. And nobody had referred to you as beautiful. Well, no one, exceptâŚ
âHey, beautifulâ you heard that very familiar voice standing next to you.Â
âPotterâ you smirked.Â
âGoing to the match today?âÂ
âThe Slytherin-Gryffindor match?â you smiled. âOh, I wouldnât miss it for the worldâ you told him.Â
âGood, cause I need my good luck charmâ he said as the two of you walked to the Great Hall.Â
âExactly, how does that work, Potter? Because Iâm not really rooting for your teamâ you reminded him and he scoffed, pretending to be offended.Â
âBut of course you are, your brother plays on my team-â
âMy other brother plays for my teamâ you interrupted.Â
âWell, maybe not the team but⌠Iâm sure you like the Gryffindor captain more than Slytherinâsâ he smiled sweetly at you.Â
âWell, you got me there, Potterâ you admitted.Â
âPromise youâll come to the party when we win?â he asked as you entered the Great Hall and you knew you would separate.Â
âThatâs a lot of talk, Potterâ you smirked but he offered his pinky to you. You rolled your eyes but you took it. âNever speak of thisâ you told him.
âSee you there, beautifulâ he said before he saw you walk to your table.Â
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âHereâ you said, sitting down next to your brother at Potions and handing him a small bag.Â
âWhatâs this?â he asked, grabbing the bag.Â
âThat girl from Ravenclaw wanted me to give you this. I think she wants to ask you to Hogsmeade next weekendâ you said, grabbing one of the chocolates inside. âBite this, if it doesnât have a love potion, Iâm stealing themâ you said.
âIâm not trying anything!â he complained. âRemember when we had to take care of Sirius after that girl from Hufflepuff basically drugged him?â
âI know, thatâs why I wanted you to try them firstâ you chuckled.Â
âHold onâ he said, grabbing his wand and pointing it at the candy. âWeâre goodâ he said when a small purple dust came out of it. You grabbed one of the chocolates and Regulus grabbed another one, reading the note inside. âSo, how was your talk with Potter this morning?âÂ
âI didn't talk to Potter this morningâ you frowned, stealing some of his chocolates.Â
âDonât do that. Iâm not Siriusâ Regulus glared at you. âIâm not oblivious of how you two just casually entered the Great Hall togetherâ he said.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Reggieâ you said, pretending to be confused.Â
âOr whenever he goes to Honeydukes he just happens to buy one too many Peppermint Toads so he gives you some, which just so happens to be your favoriteâ he said.
âHe doesnât⌠do thatâ you said, with your mouth half full of chocolate.Â
âAre you⌠playing dumb? Or have you actually not noticed this?â
âNotice what? James is just friendly. Thatâs how he isâ you tried to explain.Â
âReally? Heâs never gotten me Sugar Quillsâ Regulus said.Â
âHe doesnât like Sugar Quills, why would he buy those?âÂ
âHe doesnât like Peppermint Toads eitherâ he smirked.Â
âY-yes he does!â you argued, nervously.Â
âNo, he likes Chocolate Frogs, like the rest of us normal peopleâ he said, as you glared at him. âAnd besides, itâs not just that. Heâs always asking Sirius and me what your favorite books are, or asking Remus which songs you likedâ he shrugged.Â
âHe⌠he does?â
âDoes he really strike you as the guy who would read Pride and Prejudice for the fun of it?âÂ
âHe mightâ you tried to convince yourself as you grabbed another chocolate.Â
âLook, I know what youâre doing, and I know why youâre doing it. And itâs not worth it, bugâ he said, getting serious.Â
âItâs easy for you to say, Regâ you mumbled, picking another chocolate. âLook, itâs just⌠not that easy for meâ you added.Â
âYouâve gone out with guys beforeâ he frowned, confused.Â
âNot like Jamesâ you added. âWhat if⌠what if heâs really just being friendly? What if I think heâs interested in me and then I make a complete fool of myself? Just because heâs nice to me and I think there might be something else there? I feelâŚâ you sighed, looking down at your hands. âIt feels patheticâ you mumbled.Â
âFirst of all, thereâs nothing wrong with you liking James. Having feelings doesnât make you patheticâ he said in a serious tone. âSecondly, did you not listen to what I just said? I honestly donât think that James is just nice to you randomly like heâs nice to everyone else. Heâs always looking for excuses to be around you, and he seems happier when he is. As do you. And, to be honest, I thought you were as oblivious about this as Sirius is, but now that I know that you were just trying to live in denial well, youâre dumber than Sirius- OUCH!â
âExcuse me?!â you asked, offended.Â
âOnly when it comes to thisâ he defended himself. âLook, I know that⌠for some reason, youâve convinced yourself that youâre never going to find someone who fancies you-â
âFor some reason? There is a very clear reason, Regulus, her name is Walburga!âÂ
âI knowâ he rolled his eyes. He knew very well about the hierarchy of the three of you in your home. And even if you were still not as below as Sirius because you were in Slytherin, your mother never let you forget that you were not Regulus or any of your cousins for that matter. âAnd I know that is not easy for you to turn off her voice in your head but, if you donât, you might miss your chance to be with someone who is actually a great fit for you and it looks like he really likes youâ he explained. âDonât do that. If you let her win, youâre admitting that sheâs right. And we all know, sheâs notâ he reminded you. âWhatâs the worst that could happen if you give Potter a chance?âÂ
âItâs very annoying when youâre right all the time, did you know that?â
âI doâ he smiled triumphally, eating one last piece of chocolate as Professor Slughorn finally entered the class.Â
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âUgh, what is it?â you heard your cousinâs annoyed voice on the other side of the door that you knocked on before it opened, and she appeared. âOh, hey, loveâ she smiled when she saw it was you.
âHi, Cissa, um⌠is this a bad time?â you asked, hoping you were not just interrupting her having sex with Malfoy.Â
âOh, no, love. Lucius is just moping about losing the matchâ she laughed, stepping out. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âUm, w-well, I wanted to ask for a favor⌠if youâre not too busyâ you smiled.Â
âPlease, anything to get away from Luciusâ she said, linking her arm with yours and already walking over to your dorm. âSo, whatâs going on?â she said, stepping into your dorm and noticing all the clothes scattered around your bed and the floor.Â
âWell, I was hoping to get your opinion on somethingâ you said, smiling sweetly.Â
âLet me guessâ she said, sitting on your bed and grabbing a few skirts and dresses. âYouâre going to the Gryffindor party to see James Potterâ she said, erasing the smile off your face.Â
âWha-? How did you know? Did Regulus tell you?â
âOh, please, love, Iâm sure you and Sirius are the only ones who didnât knowâ she laughed.Â
âWhat?â
âYeah, Bella and Andy also knowâ she informed you.Â
âWhat? How?â
âI told themâ she shrugged.Â
âUgh, greatâ you said, throwing yourself on your bed. âMy entire family is discussing my pathetic crushâ you lamented.Â
âIt could be worseâ she said. âAt least heâs a purebloodâ she smiled.Â
âRightâ you said awkardly, sitting up. Of course that would be the only pro sheâd find on James.Â
âBesides, he obviously likes you backâ she said as she started looking through the dresses. âStand upâ she said, pulling you up and putting the dress in front of you.Â
âHow are you so sure that he likes me back?â
âOh, please, love. You canât be that denseâ she snorted. âThe boy wonât leave you alone. And Iâm pretty sure youâre the only one not from Gryffindor to get invited to their partiesâ she said. âOr at least the only Slytherinâ she said.Â
âW-well, maybe Sirius invited me-â
âThen why isnât Regulus going?âÂ
âOkay, fairâ you sighed.Â
âThis looks pretty. How come you havenât worn it before?â she asked, holding up a black dress.Â
âOh, I got it a while ago in a very cute shop, but, I know itâs not something my mother would ever let me wearâ you told her.Â
âWell, lucky for us, your mum isnât hereâ she said, throwing the dress at you.Â
After you put it on, Narcissa happily sat back down on your bed and helped you with your makeup.Â
âHey, Cissa?â
âTry not to move, Iâm doing your eyesâ she said.Â
âHow do you um⌠get a guy to uh⌠notice you?â you asked, making your cousinâs look soften a little.Â
âJames Potter already notices you, loveâ she smiled.Â
âW-well, yeah, I guess b-but, um⌠how do I let him know that I like him?â you asked. âYou know, without actually telling himâ you chuckled.Â
âYou mean, how do you flirt with him?âÂ
âItâs just⌠Regulus insists that he does these things to get my attention and⌠to be honest, I didnât think it was any different from the way he acts with other girls so⌠I guess I have been acting normal, but⌠Iâd like him to know that Iâm interested, I guessâŚâ
âWell, Potter seems to have a big ego, so congratulate him on how well he played todayâ she said as she kept doing her makeup and you glared at her a little.Â
âAnd Lucius is as humble as they come, I supposeâ you muttered.Â
âFair pointâ she said, before she continued. âLook, you already know heâs interested in you. Just smile at him, laugh at his stupid jokes, you should be fineâ she insisted as she finished. âOkay, Iâm doneâ she smiled. You got up and walked over looking at yourself in the mirror.Â
For the first time, in a very long time, you actually felt beautiful. Narcissa had managed to make you look as elegant and flawless as you did whenever your family had a dinner party, but you didnât feel like you were wearing a costume in one of the dresses your mother always picked. You felt like yourself. You turned around and hugged your cousin tightly.Â
âThank you so much, Cissa!â you smiled.Â
âYouâre welcome, love. Now go flirt with your dumb boyâ she said, ushering you outside your dorm.Â
âYou tooâ you said, smiling and walking down the stairs as she rolled her eyes.
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When you entered the Gryffindor Tower, the party was already in full mode. You felt a few people, guys specifically, looking your way but you thought maybe it was because you were possibly the only Slytherin here. You walked across the Common Room, looking for James, but you found a different Marauder first.Â
âHi, Remusâ you smiled as he walked over to you.Â
âOh, thank Merlin youâre hereâ he hugged you. âYouâre the only person I like at this party and now Prongs can finally stop moping about you not being hereâ he said, making you laugh a little as he pulled away and looked at you. âWow⌠you look-?â
âBad?â you panicked.
âWhat? No! You look lovelyâ he smiled. âProngsâ probably gonna have a heart attack thoughâ he smirked.Â
âShut up! Stop saying things like that!â you widened your eyes at him.Â
âOh, please donât tell me that you are as oblivious as your brotherâ he chuckled.
âI am not-! You know, I hit Regulus for saying that today!âÂ
âAlright, donât hit meâ he said, putting his hands up in surrender. âBut, you cannot tell me that you havenât noticed the way Prongs acts around you. He was literally throwing a fit about you not coming todayâ he insisted.Â
âReally? Because he seems fine to meâ you said, pointing behind Remus where you saw James talking to a group of very pretty girls as he offered a drink to one of them while another one threw her hair back, clearly flirting with him.Â
âThat means nothingâ Remus said, rolling his eyes when he looked back to you. âThatâs how James is-âÂ
âExactly, thatâs how James isâ you repeated.Â
âNo, itâs different with youâ Remus insisted as he grabbed a drink and handed it to you.Â
âReally? Enlighten meâ you glared at him.Â
âSo, you are admitting you are as oblivious as Sirius then?âÂ
âYou know, youâre making a big deal out of that for someone who is just as oblivious on my brotherâs crush on him-â
âWhat?!â Remus said, choking on his drink and pulling you aside. âAlright, now youâre just making stuff upâ he said.Â
âIâm not! You really havenât noticed how Sirius is obnoxiously loud whenever youâre around to get your attention?â
âHe⌠does notâ Remus said, blushing a little.Â
âOr that he calls you sweet namesâ you smirked.
âHe calls everyone âloveââ he interrupted.Â
âYes, he doesâ you nodded. âBut he only calls you âmyâ loveâ you added.Â
âHe⌠does notâ he repeated.
âWhat are you doing here?â Sirius asked, walking over to the two of you all of the sudden.Â
âNothingâ Remus quickly said.Â
âBeing normal, why?â you said at the same time, making Sirius raise an eyebrow at the two of you. âUm⌠h-have you seen James?âÂ
âNo, but I am seeing too much of somethingâ he said, gesturing his hand at your body. âWhat the bloody hell are you wearing?â
âA dress?â you said, looking down at yourself.Â
âThat is too revealing. You need to go change!â
âFirst of all, it is not. And secondly, your shirt is literally completely open!â you complained.Â
âYeah, well, this isnât anything they havenât seen beforeâ he defended himself. âI am not in the mood to fight some prick that stares at you for a little too long because of⌠thatâ he said. âGo upstairs and grab my jacketâ he told you.
âWhat? No!â you complained.
âYesâ he insisted. âWould you reason with her, my love?â he asked, looking at Sirius and you smirked when he blushed furiously.Â
âShut upâ he whispered to you. âLook, just go upstairs and pretend to look for a jacket, Iâll distract him and you can come back in a few minutesâ he said while Sirius finished his drink.Â
âUgh, fineâ you rolled your eyes.Â
âHow come she only listens to you?â Sirius complained, pouting at Remus. âIt must be your beautiful eyesâ he smiled.
âHow many of those have you had?â Remus asked, taking his glass away from him.Â
You made it upstairs to the boysâ dorm and went over to Sirius' trunk to look for one of his jackets. You found one that you kind of liked and put it on before you went back downstairs. You looked for James but saw he was still talking to the group of girls. You tried to look for your brother instead but saw him very busy with Remus and you didnât want to interrupt so you went to grab something to drink.
âI didnât know they let Slytherins into our partiesâ you heard Augustus McLaggen on your left, pouring himself a drink as well.Â
âOhâ you said nervously. You were rarely alone at these things. You would at least have Regulus by your side and he would make someone go away if you were uncomfortable. âW-well, James invited me and- I was with my brother-â
âRelax, darling, Iâm jokingâ he smirked, walking closer to you.Â
âOhâ you smiled wearily.Â
âItâs actually a bit⌠refreshing to have someone from another houseâ he said.Â
âUm⌠thanks?â
âThereâs something different about youâ he said, eyeing you up and down. âI canât quite put my finger on itâ he said, making you pull your jacket a little closer.
âHey! You finally came, loveâ you thankfully heard Jamesâ voice coming towards you and wrapping his arm around your waist. âI thought you were standing me upâ he said, kissing your head.Â
âJ-James, hiâ you smiled relieved.Â
âSorry, mate, gotta steal her for a bitâ he said, smirking at McLaggen who was glaring at him and he quickly pulled you aside.Â
âThank youâ you told him as the two of you walked away.
âDonât mention it, love. McLaggenâs a prick, why were you talking to him?â
âI wasnât talking to him! He was talking to meâ you insisted as James raised his eyebrow. âI was just getting a drink! And I was gonna go look for you-â
âAre you wearing my jacket?â he asked, confused.Â
âY-your⌠what?â you said, looking down at your jacket. âThis is y-your jacket?â you asked confused.Â
âYeahâ he smiled.
âOh, Iâm sorry, it was in Siriusâ trunkâ you said, confused. âI thought-â
âYeah, beautiful. Iâm gonna save you some time, probably none of our clothes is in the correct trunkâ he laughed. âExcept Remusââ he added.Â
âIâm sorryâ you said, starting to take it off.Â
âN-no! Donât worry about it, gorgeous. Are you cold? Is that why you wanted my jacket? âCause it looks good on you- I mean, you look beautiful tonightâ he said smiling at you. âW-well, you always doâ he added.Â
âR-really?â you smiled, feeling your cheeks blush.
âYeahâ he nodded. âYou donât need the jacket if you ask me-â
âOh, um, w-wellâŚâ you stuttered. âSirius just⌠didnât like my dress and said I needed a jacketâ you rolled your eyes. Â
âWell, Padfoot just needs to snog Moony and mind his businessâ he laughed, making you laugh as well. âYou look beautiful with that dressâ he smiled dreamily at you.Â
âThank you, Jamesâ you said, feeling your heart flutter. âWait, you know about that?â
âHow Sirius calls Moony âmyâ love? Of course I doâ he chuckled. âSo, what took you so long to come? Were you crying all this time because your house lost?â
âReally? Did you want me to come just to brag about the match, Potter? I can still leaveâ you smirked as he handed you a drink.Â
âPlease donât. I was so bored before you cameâ he said, walking you over to one of the sofas near a window.Â
âI find that very hard to believeâ you said, looking around.Â
âWhy do you always think Iâm lying?â James asked, placing his hand on the sofa, behind you.Â
âBecause Iâve known you since Iâm eleven?â you replied, making him glare at you a little.Â
âThat hurts, loveâ he said, trying to sound offended. âWhen have I ever lied to you?âÂ
âWell, for starters, you didnât tell me that you, my brother, and Peter became Animagi to help Remus-â
âThat was your brother. He didnât let us tell youâ he defended himself.Â
âAlrightâ you said, trying to suppress your smile. âSo, youâve never lied to me?â
âNever, loveâ he insisted.
âNot even to avoid hurting my feelings?â you raised your eyebrow at him and noticed him tense a little.Â
âN-no, of course notâ he said, taking a sip of his drink.Â
âSo, last Christmas when you invited us over and your mum was teaching me how to cook, you actually liked the Christmas Pudding I made?âÂ
âOf course I didâ he chuckled.Â
âJamesâ you glared at him.Â
âYes, love?â he smiled, goofily at you.Â
âI mistakenly added salt instead of sugar, it was ruinedâ you laughed.Â
âNo, no. It wasnât ruined. It gave it a new better tasteâ he shrugged.Â
âJames!â you laughed.Â
âWhat? Itâs true! I liked itâ he insisted.Â
âNobody else ate it! You canât possibly think it was goodâ you laughed.Â
âWell, I didâ he shrugged, turning your way.Â
âYouâre really stubborn, did you know that?âÂ
âOh, and youâre not?â he laughed making you smile. âHave you⌠always been this beautiful?âÂ
âThatâs so cheesy, Potter, even for your standardsâ you chuckled, feeling your cheeks burning.Â
âWait⌠do you-? Do you not believe me?â he asked, his tone getting serious.Â
âI- um⌠I doâ you said, unconvincingly.Â
âYou donâtâ he said, turning himself to you. âIt is one thing that you donât believe that I liked your Christmas Pudding-â
âYou didn'tâ you insisted.Â
âBut how can you not believe me about that?âÂ
âI do!â you insisted. âItâs just⌠Iâm sorry, Iâm being stupidâ you smiled sadly, looking at your drink.Â
âNo, youâre notâ James insisted, placing his hand under your chin to make you look at him. âWhatâs going on, love? Did- did I say something wrong?âÂ
âNo!â you quickly said. âYou never say anything wrongâ you smiled sadly. âItâs just⌠Iâm not really used to um⌠hearing thatâ you said, feeling your cheeks blush.Â
âLove, I tell you that every single day! Why is it so hard for you to believe me?âÂ
âBecause, James, look at my entire familyâ you said, sadly. âYou know who I live with. My mother is not warm and loving like your mum is. I grew up very differently than youâ you reminded him, making his look turn soft and his heart break a little. âI know you wouldnât lie to meâ you added. âItâs just⌠not easy for me to believe it, I guessâ you smiled sadly.Â
âWell, loveâ he said, moving closer to you and placing his hand softly on your cheek. âIf youâre okay with it, I will keep saying it until you believe meâ he told you. âBecause you are the most beautiful person that I have seen in my life. And, since apparently I havenât been as obvious as I thought I was, I am completely and madly in love with you and I would love to take you out on a dateâ he said, making your heart stop.Â
âR-really?â you asked and he raised his eyebrows at you. âI m-mean, y-yes, I would love to go on a date with youâ you smiled. âAnd⌠in case you didnât know because Iâm horrible at this⌠I am very much in love with you tooâ you added, making the biggest smile appear on Jamesâ face. âAnd I also think youâre really beautifulâ you said before he pulled you in to kiss you on the lips.Â
âI love you, beautifulâ he said, making you smile.Â
âI love you too, Jamieâ you said. âCan I ask you one more thing?â
âAnythingâ he said.
âDo you like Peppermint Toads?â you asked suddenly, remembering your conversation with Regulus.Â
âDo I uh-â he frowned. âWhy are you asking me that?â he chuckled nervously.Â
âYou always give me Peppermint Toads when you say you bought too many but⌠I donât think Iâve seen you have oneâ you explained.Â
âWell, love⌠I hate to break it to you, but nobody likes Peppermint Toadsâ he admitted.Â
âThatâs not true!â
âYes, it isâ he said, kissing your cheek. âI just bought them because you always smiled when I gave them to youâ he said. âSo, Iâll buy you as many as you wantâ he said, hugging you to him and giving you another peck on the lips.Â
"Thanks, love" you smiled. "Can you now tell me if you actually liked my Christmas Pudding?"
"I did!"
The End
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A/N: I hope you loves liked it! :)
#marauders#marauders imagine#james potter#james potter imagine#james potter x reader#sirius black x sister!reader#regulus black x sister!reader#james potter oneshot
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Okay Iâm gathering all my brain power for these and repurposing my own aus in my head đź
Anyways imagine Dutch princess reader x lando. Hear me out okay so imagine every year when they hand out the trophies in the Netherlands reader hands it out and sheâs friends with max because of him being their pride and joy of the country. Blind item comes in to duexmoi (want the person to be anon but their tag is like orange land or something that plays off orange and the fact that lando has the joke that natherlands is like a second home race)(idk how to spell it Iâm not a gossip follower) about a certain Dutch princess with a f1 driver and everyone immediately assumes max and reader. Lando could hard launch them being like wrong orange boy or they could just be spotted on winter break having a vacation together. Imagine they met at like a gp when lando podiumed there (im manifesting for this season) and like when she was visiting garages there he rizzed her up
Idk you could scrap everything and I would still eat it up đŤśđ˝
WRONG DRIVER â LN4
summary: in which people think that you and max are dating, but lando is determined to prove them wrong
pairing: dutch princess!y/n x lando norris
fc: elle fanning
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notes: for my pookie @renarots 𫶠also not me saying i have writer's block and don't know when I'll post but when rena sends me an ask I đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸ to write
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user1: THE PADDOCK PRINCESS (LITERALLY) đŤś
user2: max and lando in the likes?/? âł user3: they literally got mentioned by Y/N???
user4: Y/N growing up attending gps to actually presenting in one is such a full circle moment for her
user5: Y/N you are literally the most fashionable person when you attend the paddock, please teach max đđ âł princessy/n: i've tried, but he's too attached to being a walking-talking sponsor for his team âł maxverstappen1: says the one who's obsessed with a certain jacket đ âł user6: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
landonorris: đ§Ąđ§Ą
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landonorris: can't imagine being with anyone except you đ§Ą
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user1: lando saw people were speculating Y/N dating max and proving EVERYONE wrong đ
user2: the hand placements in the photos AHHHHHH
user3: lando fr said wrong driver
maxverstappen1: now say thank you max for setting us up âł princessy/n: thank you max <3 âł landonorris: thank you max đ
princessy/n: THAT BIRTHDAY PHOTO IS A CRIME âł landonorris: no it's cute it's my lockscreen
maxfewtrell: the fact i've been present for most of these moments tell me i should hang out with you guys less âł princessy/n: don't lie max, you're just waiting for the perfect time to take lando away from me đ âł maxfewtrell: lando's always been mine, don't lie
user4: lando dating THE Y/N aka THE PRINCESS was not on my bingo card for this year
princessy/n: my love 𧥠Ⳡlandonorris: my princess đ§Ą
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 fanfic#lando norris x reader#lando norris fic#lando norris imagine#ln4
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BLs with Strong Historical Elements
Costume dramas, historical BLs, and BLs with time travel or flashbacks to historical locations & times.
These are in order of my personal preference, best at the top.
I Feel You Linger in the Air
2023 Thailand
IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). It's about a gay man from our time who falls into the past, becomes a servant to a noble house, and falls in love with the heir. It turns out this has all happened several times before. Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but not as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy soulmates BL... from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and as individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasnât that sad but it wasnât good either. This show could easily have earned a 10/10 from me except that it fumbled the⌠erm⌠balls in the final quarter. Argh. Whatever.
Nobleman Ryu's Wedding
2021 Korea - WeTV
A boy cross-dresses to take his runaway sister's place as a bride to a shy scholar, turns out they like being married. A historical setting allowed this BL to use some seriously old fashioned romance tropes (arranged marriage, evil step-sisters, Cinderfella) but also modern BL stylings like fake relationship & secret identity (drag) plus some cute gay panic. It reminded me of 12th Night more than anything else which just happens to be my favorite Shakespeare play. For all these reasons, I adored it.
(the ghat kiss!)
Tinted With You
2022 Korea - Viki
Fun stylish time travel meets portal fantasy with a likable cast, historical setting, and two actual kisses that mitigate the rough plot and issues around anachronisms.
Word of Honor
2021 China (censored) - Viki/YouTube?
I donât rec Chinese stuff often, because I believe in censoring the censors, but this show is one of my favorites of the post 2016 censored bromances. Itâs two murder-gay assassins (pining sunshine/tsundere), and they are so insanely gay for two boys who will never be allowed to kiss. Tropes include: wuxia, soulmates, paranormal, historical, and fantasy elements.
To Sir, With Love AKA Khun Chai
2022 Thailand - YouTube?
This is a true lakorn (basically Thai tellenovella or soap opera) with scenery chewing performances, especially from the mother characters. Gone With the Wind + Days of Our Lives but gay. That said? I loved it: A glorious central brother relationship (the best, made me cry), het romances, class divide + gay *gasp* main romance - oh my word, the campy drama of it all! Arranged marriage, rebellion, cut sleeves, over-the-top death with curses and regrets, beautiful if inaccurate costumes, secrets unraveling, cover ups, sparkle murder, sex herbs, coils within coils including snakes and murderous green metallic sequins (is anything gayer on this earth?). Itâs a WILD ride but it does end happy for our gay boys. A man cries when he finds DEATH GLITTER. Come on! You haffa watch it. That said, like Manner of Death I struggle to rate something on a BL scale when it patently isnât a BL. So I ended up giving this exactly what I gave that show, 7/10 I enjoyed it a whole lot, but not as a BL.
The Untamed (Special BL Edition)
2020 China (censored) - YouTube
Censored wuxia bromance, amorphous ending. Probubly the best known BL of its kind out of China and responsible for bring many fans to the BL side.
Our Skyy 2: Never Let Me Go
2023 Thailand - YouTube
I was nervous to watch this PondPhuwin vehicle but I liked it a lot! Doomed soulmates + paranormal time travel to fix the past. Iâm happy for the outfits and the dancing (if not the singing). Itâs not a bad premise and itâs nice to see GMMTV lean into its high production values for a change. I'd adore a full historical starring these two and this was definitely the best of the second series of Our Skyy. I don't think you have to have watched the original Never Let Me Go to enjoy this.
Legend of Long Yang: Rebirth
2017 China
Gaga
Whipping boy trope... literally, servant character takes the strap for the prince, who then makes him his bodyguard and lover when he becomes king. Low budget historical, comes off as kind of cosplay wuxia version of Irresistible Love, but we get (in the credits) an actual kiss, and they both live. So yay for small mercies.
The Director Who Buys Me Dinner
2023 Korea (historical flash backs)
iQIYI
A new employee at a film company encounters a director who claims to have lived 300 years and insists that they have to date (eat, hug & kiss) if baby doesn't want to die. It has a lot of Japanese elements, not the least of which are: an office setting, the fact that every character in this show is unhinged, and a killing of the gays. Featuring a gorgeous & stellar cast, TDWBMD should have utilized them less for melodrama and more for chemistry. This BL surprised me by going there with a lipstick mark AND an actually gay idol. But (you knew there was a but) while it's a unique twist on an office romance it is NOT a unique twist on the doomed red thread trope, resulting in it feeling less than the sum of its parts and ultimately unsatisfying. This might have also had to do with the fact that this was one of those KBLs where I felt how very short it was the whole time I was watching, like I was missing something constantly, in every episode. Worth watching for some but seriously flawed.
First Love Again
2022 Korea (historical flash backs) - Viki
A popular novelist who remembers his past lives meets his soulmate for the third time, only to find she has been reincarnated into the body of a man. This one started out a touch mean-spirited, but we eventually got a good kiss. The confession/rejection scene was justified and the reconciliation and ending was... fine. All in all, the pacing felt rushed and the romantic arc was underdeveloped. They go from like to love to boyfriends in a red hot minute. But thatâs par for the course with Koreaâs short form. If you donât mind a heavy does of melodrama in your BL this one has a solid story with a strong concept thatâs well acted and produced, making it a classic KBL with better than average chemistry but ultimately a touch forgettable.
Love in Spring AKA Spring of Crush
2022 Korea
This show was all over the place with uneven acting, narrative, and focus (sometimes it wanted to be a slapstick comedy, sometimes a depressing melodrama) which meant no one, actors or viewers, took anyone or anything seriously.... AND itâs a bromance. I was left wondering if SalHyung is now code for âthey were roommatesâ in Kdrama historicals but otherwise largely apathetic and unimpressed. Korea, I now know you can do better. Do better.
Mermaid's Jade
2019 China (censored-esk) - Gaga
Kills the gay.
The Male Queen: Han Zi Gao
2016 China - Gaga
Kills the gay. Schrodinger's BL, both a BL and entirely not one at the same time.
Diary of Heong Yeong Dang
2014 Korea
Kills the Gay
I was gonna do a top 10 list, but there aren't enough by my metrics, so many end sadly.
This post at the behest of @verymuchof thank you for the idea!
Dated April 2023, includes only BLs that had finished their run by that date. Not responsible for cool costume flix that come after that. But you should check the comments to see if any have been added by others!
I might have missed a few that only have time historical elements since I don't always track those.
Also I would like to point out a decided lack of Japan on this list. My ninja yaoi consuming tiny past self is VERY upset about this void.
WHERE ARE MY GAY NINJAS??!!!
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#historical bls#time travel bls#bls with historical elements#korean bl#chinese bl#thai bl#I Feel You Linger in the Air#Nobleman Ryu's Wedding#Scholar Ryu's Wedding#Tinted With You#Word of Honor#Khun Chai#to sir with love#The Untamed#Never let me go#Legend of Long Yang#The Director Who Buys Me Dinner#First Love Again#Love in Spring#Spring of Crush
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â§â¤ SYNOPSIS: baby fever is in the air⌠⥠Pairings/Love interest: So Mun x GN!reader ⥠Genre: fluff ⥠TW: So Mun being a husband material ⥠word count: 2k
Note: All characters originated from âThe Uncanny Counter/Amazing Rumorâ except for Y/n.
English is not my first language!!! Sorry in advance if I make any grammar and vocabulary mistakes.
âJust one day! One day and Iâll go pick her up as soon as possible!â
ââŚFine. You better not leave her to me overnight again.â
A weary sigh slid out of you as your friend hung up. You were now completely left isolated in your living room with her four-month-old, round eyes gluing on you with wonder.Â
It wasnât like you disliked kids, you were just unsuited to keep one around when the responsibility and unexpectancy of being a counter were holding a knife to your throat. For example, what if you had to leave her alone for missions when some evil spirits popped up? Maybe you were just letting loose your overthinking habit, but this certain âjobâ was always full of unforeseen occasions.Â
However, all uncertainty vanished as there was a pull on the hem of your shirt by small, chubby fingers. You felt your composure peace out at that sunshiny smile and it took you less than one second to haul the infant into your lap, internally collapsing in cuteness overload while texting Hana that you needed to take a day off due to âunpredicted inconvenience.â
You were prepared to spend your peaceful rest day until the sound of your doorbell abruptly chimed in just thirty minutes after you informed your teammate. You picked the sweetheart up and approached the front door, wondering who would possibly be standing in front of your house at 10 a.m. if it wasnât the delivery man.Â
Turning the brass doorknob with anticipation, you watched as the door revealed your boyfriend, who was standing under the warm glow of the mid-morning sun. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips, mirroring your own sense of elation at his arrival.Â
âHiâŚâ So Mun trailed off upon seeing the bundle of happiness in your arms, paving the way for a vague gasp and a look of pure exhilaration to emerge: âWhose baby is this?!âÂ
âMine, obviously.â He playfully pulled a face at your words, completely unamused by the apparent lie. You chuckled, explaining: âI âstoleâ her from a friend. Some urgent family things came up so Iâll be in charge of this cutie until she comes back later. Why are you here, by the way?â
He gave the little girl a tiny wave before turning to you: âJust wanted to check whether or not something happened. Also Ms. Chu said if no evil spirits show up today, I can leave for the rest of the day too.â
As much as you refrained from displaying too-obvious excitement by your boyfriendâs presence, it already appeared crystal clear just how notably happy youâve turned: âLetâs hope no third wheeler would interrupt us.âÂ
When a baby was in sight, most people tended to head for the little chubby face before anything else. So Mun was not the exception. He stared at the girlâwho was also staring at him without blinkingâand carefully extended his index finger: âCan I?â
âOf course!â That was all it took for him to nudge his finger on one of her plump cheeks, smiling widely when the squishiness melted on the tip of his digit like a marshmallow.
âOh my god!! Look at how soft she is!â
You laughed, enjoying how he went smitten over an infant before taking his hand: âLetâs go, youâre not going to stay outside all day just poking her face, right?âÂ
He followed your footsteps through the living room: âI can if you insist.â
âLuckily I wonât.â
All three of you settled down on the couch. The sweetheart chewed on her tiny thumb while she comfortably nestled on your lap, eyes glistening like two gemstones of fascination in return for the bright smile So Mun gave her. He leaned down to poke her cheek again:Â
âWhatâs her name?â
âBora.â You answered, chuckling at how joyfully he beamed just from Bora reaching out to grab his finger, cooing the softest of whispers in her own language on behalf of you calling her name.Â
âAww. Hi Bora! Iâm So Mun-oppa, nice to meet you.â His voice unconsciously eased into a more childish, playful tone. Boraâs chubby hand grasped around his finger to explore the unique touch coming from someone she hadnât seen before. The difference in size was laughable, yet exceptionally cute.Â
The air was perfumed with melodic gurgles and murmurs, easily dissolving anyoneâs heart into slush. You dipped your head to make eye contact with So Mun, directly bringing up the suggestion: âDo you want to try holding her? Like, holding holding.â
He pointed to himself, eyes slightly widened as if not expecting you to ask this: âYou sure? Iâve never held a baby beforeâŚâ
âDonât worry, I'll make sure you won't drop her.â The answer slipped out as naturally and confidently as if you were speaking a matter of fact. You lifted Bora off your lap, moving over to him with unfaltering trust.Â
Holding a baby was not only an act of affection but, furthermore, a timeless configuration of art. You started off by showing him how to support Boraâs fragile head and neck. Her little skull was cradled in the palm of his hand by his trembling fingers, which were loaded with the pressure of responsibility.Â
You guided her body to rest against his chest with the utmost attention. The delicate yet soul-stirring feeling of carrying such a beautiful miracle built his heartbeat in synchrony with your own, each breath conveyed nervous euphoria. His other arm carefully curled to surround her lower body in a loving cocoon, embosoming the bundle of innocence with his warmth.Â
With reverence, he let out a contented sigh while admiring how perfectly the girl fit in his embrace. His whispering voice became hushed and almost inaudible as if he were afraid that even a single noise could startle her: âSheâs so adorable, what should I do now?âÂ
âI donât know, keep holding her?â You had to fight for your life inwardly to not snatch some photos from such a heartwarming view, not knowing if you should focus on him or on Bora.Â
âI am planning to do that.â He started swaying her with a slow, steady pace, a bit clumsily but wholesome nonetheless.Â
You quickly grabbed some of Boraâs favorite colorful toys, wiggling them in front of her while you and him attempted to make silly faces. Her soft giggle sparked like a star during the night, quickly expanded into a whole sky of glitter.Â
âOh my god, weâre making her laugh!â Seeing the effect they had on Bora, he seemed to get even more excited than her. The laughter spread as vigorously as a wildfire that infected you with merriment, both at how precious the little cutie was and how hilariously you two were acting.Â
Bora looked up at So Mun with her eyes like twin constellations of delight, following each of his movements with tireless attention. Her faint breaths against his skin as she bloomed a toothless smile, unbridled chuckles singing like a symphony that both of you couldnât help but melt: âShe seems to really like you. So this is the ultimate power of being handsome, I can tell.âÂ
He squinted with a smile, bashfully nudging your side as he caught you throwing a cheeky wink: âYouâre embarrassing meâŚâÂ
âJust admit you like it, babe.â
The three of you spent the whole day eating and engaging in playful activities together (with you and So Mun occasionally getting into plushies-fighting battles, no plushies were harmed during the process) until your friend came back from her trip later that evening.Â
You shared your introductions and goodbyes, ignoring an itty-bitty tug in your chest when you now ought to hand the sweetie back to her mother. It was hysterical how you unreasonably felt like a parent escorting their kid to kindergarten for the first time when this wasnât even your kid. It was only because the day that had passed felt like such a magical adventure, and you admitted that never in your life was babysitting this memorable.Â
How wonderful would it be for the moment to last a bit longerâŚ
At least this statement earned an approving thumbs up from, believe it or not, Bora.Â
Your friend cupped the little girlâs tiny torso, deliberately removing her from So Munâs hug, her voice soothing and tender in hankering to reunite with her daughter after an exhausting day: âLetâs go home, dear. Mommy is so sorry for making you wait this long.â
Though, nothing seemed to successfully detach the baby from him, the pulls on her body converted into pulls on his sweater, which her hand was clutching onto with an impressively tight grasp. The more they tried to tug her away from So Mun, the more her cherubic face contorted unpleasantly as a warning before a tentative whimper was molded, and finally, a swelling cry.
âAwkwardâ was a minimization to describe the atmosphere, all three of the elders exchanged looks in puzzlement.Â
Each whine intensified after each second, every sound was a sincere plea that tugged at the heartstrings. Your friend bit her lip, along with you not knowing if she should crack up or freak out at her daughterâs sudden change of heart: âBora-ah, wâwhatâs wrong? Why are you crying?â
You noticed So Mun shooting you a panicked look before turning back to the little one, trying to mitigate her harrowing cry with the gentlest jiggles and back strokes: âDonât cry⌠Youâre a good girl, right? So donât cry.âÂ
Bora clung onto him with an iron grip as she mewled, curling into a tiny ball and tucking herself against his chest. It was both sweet and surprising how fast she became attached to him, but it also didn't seem like the right time to laugh so you only let out a quiet titter, moving your attention back to her tubby fingers and trying to unhitch them from his clothes.Â
âBora-ah, look at me.â He tilted his head to reach eye level with the girl, his voice consoling like a mellifluous lullaby and a murmur of the wind; you were unaware that, simply by watching, you were also struck with profound adoration: âOppa promises weâll see each other again, okay?â
It took them about 10 minutes to separate her from So Mun. And this was obtained as solid proof that your boyfriend wasnât just good with kids, he could even mesmerize them without acknowledging it.Â
During that teary-eyed leave-taking, you spotted your friend gesturing something with her mouth to forward a nonverbal message to you, which you recognized as:
âHeâs a keeper.â
Heat blazed on your cheeks, but that didnât stop you from pridefully accepting the comment: âHe sure is.â
Bonus:
It was undeniable that Bora has grown to be significantly bonded with So Mun since the time they first saw each other. But as her uncertified âdaycare provider,â you were still proudly her favorite person in the house every time she came over.Â
Your gut clenched as you contained your laughter, pretending not to notice your boyfriendâs adorably sulky face and instead pouring all your affection onto the cutie, kisses freely landing on her forehead.
From his direction, a heavy exhale filled in your ear yet you were too invested in the act to drop it. You soon heard some faint sounds of motion before a weight pressed down on the side of your shoulder, lovable curly hair chaotically snuggling on your shirt:
âLove me, too.â
âCâmon, itâs just Bora.â You burst out giggling and held the little girl closer in your arms just to tease him.Â
âBut youâve been ignoring me, you know. Can you at least make it equal for both of us? I mean, sheâs very cute butâŚâ He pouted, intentionally or not flashing his puppy eyes at you as he mumbled: âGive me attention, too.â
Your speech was replaced with a pause. At this time, you had stopped questioning why merely a small moue could cause such an enormous impact on you that it was no longer practical to keep up with your game. You wasted no time wrapping your free arm around So Mun, drawing him into a side hug where all three of you now huddled into an enclosed position, sharing the same connection and same sentiment: âDamn⌠Now youâre the one being too cute.âÂ
âAm I?â So Mun grinned, gleefully reciprocating the hug before adding: âBy the way, donât âdamnâ in front of Bora.â
âSheâs not gonna understand.â
#so mun#so mun x reader#the uncanny counter x reader#the uncanny counter#uncanny counter#kdrama#kdrama x reader#pookie please come home đ
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Captain price x neighbour!reader
i hate this, but enjoy. Please feel free to send in ideas/ requests.
warnings - smut lol
you're his younger neighbour, he noticed you moved in a few days ago. he saw you moving boxes and bits but he was gone each time before you could introduce yourself. attractive young girl, he thought. but last thing he needed was someone in his business he came across as the type of person who liked to keep to himself
you didnt see much of the mystery man who lived on your right, he left in the early morning and got back later at night. you were introduced to everyone else except him.
you were determined to make a good impression, there was no reason why he could have a problem. John got in about an hour ago, a small knock heard on his door.
there you were, cute little dress holding a bottle of wine and a small bunch of flowers, sweet. you looked like you were there to pick him up for a date
he was holding the door open, bicep flexing slightly and you couldnât help but stare
looking down at the smiling girl before him holding out the flowers "for you"
"thanks" was the only thing he could think to say in the moment, still a bit confused, but he took them none the less
"I'm you're new neighbour and I just haven't been able to catch you yet so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm y/n"
shit, he thought. He could tell he was going to have a tough time ignoring you "John, nice to meet you" he held his hand out
fucking hell, he was hot. fuck- his voice you took his hand shaking it, secretly screaming about how big and rough his hands felt in comparison to yours
you forget you had the wine "oh yeah! I got this for you, I didnt know what you like but this is personal favourite of mine, I know it's good"
he let out a chuckle at your slight awkwardness
john stood there for a minute contemplating with wine and flowers in hand but your sweet perfume was clouding his judgement and that dress, the neckline... that really wasn't helping
he couldnt help a quick glance at your tits, god they looked good. he prayed you didnt notice
you did
"you wanna come in and help me finish this" he asks
fuck yes
hours later and glasses of wine later you're on top of him straddling him on his couch
your dress pulled below your tits and his shirt thrown somewhere behind you as your hand worked on his buttons
his rough hands kneading your tits, grabbing your hips
any good judgement from him was gone, that look in your eye and the way you kept staring at his lips made sure of that
you're kissing him hard, teeth clashing, trying to drink each other in.
he lets out small grunts each time you roll your hips into his, even more reason to do so. his hands grabbing at your hips, moving you at a constant pace, trying to get those breathy whimpers from you
he'd work one of his hands under your dress and into your panties while the other worked your tits running his finger through your fold and groaning at how soaked you were
he goes to slip a finger in but you weren't about to miss this opportunity
you slither down his land and fall to your knees in front of him
he looks down at you, legs spread and hair disheveld from your hands
your hands making quick work of his belt
his hand resting on your head the whole time while he watches you
"fuck- there you go. take it all" "little slut, fucking her neighbour she only just met" "just like that"
those comments only making you work harder, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could, your hand working the rest
he'd hold your head while he came, his head tilting up towards the ceiling and hips bucking into your throat
he pull you up into a heated kiss straight after when he finally fucks you he'd have you bent over, on all fours
he'd rub the tip between your fold and over your clit until you were begging for it "fuck, john please" "say it again" "please john, fuck me"
he'd thrust in all at once, you had soaked both of you so it was easy enough
you both simultaneously moan
his pace was steady but hard, heaving breathing from each thrust
"yeah, you like that, is this what you wanted. just wanted to be fucked huh?" he breathes in your ear
he'd be whispering the filthiest shit just to hear you whine
his stamina is unreal he hasn't faltered once he'd be practically splitting you in half, your holding into the couch for grip
his name falling from your lips like a prayer
"fucking hell, squeezing me- you close sweetheart?"
all you could do was nod your head
one of his hands would creep down to rub your clit, he wanted to get you there. you deserved it
"that's it, good girl" "cmon, give it to me" his hair is in his face, his skin is covered in a small sheen of sweat. his hands gripping onto you for dear life
his groaning in your ear about how good you're doing for him sends you over the edge. eyes rolling back, body shivering.
you best bet he's fucking you through it before cumming himself
you're squeezing him so tight and he just cant help himself. he finishes inside of you, hips finally slowing, chest rumbling with a deep groan.
"fucking hell, well that was certainly a warm welcome"
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Hiya! Can I request for romantic hcs for carpaccio? fem gender is preferred but its fine if u want to make it gneutral ⨠your hcs is amazing btw, looking forward for your next writing!
CARPACCIO LUO-YANG ROMANTIC HEADCANONS
A/N: thank you nonnie cutie for requesting this:3
NOTE: f!reader(i dunno⌠tbh⌠hope you guys would eat this up though)
⢠Linking Carpaccio with anything romance related may had felt odd for you honestly, he looks scary, acts scary, and IS scary.
⢠Carpaccio thought so too, he was never the romantic guy. But somehow in this VERY SLIM CHANCE, he got attracted to you. Why you out of all people.
⢠Man has no game! So heâs very inexperienced with this type of emotion, love, or admiration.
⢠Heâll try his best to do something about this, he swears. MaybeâŚ
⢠Carpaccio will keep this âfeelingsâ hidden, as it may sound too unlikely and bizarre for him to have and to share to other people.(what other people?)
⢠Though what can be used as evidence that he has a keen interest in you, is that he stares at you. Blankly looking at you with his stiff expression.(hey, heâs still cute!)
⢠At first, youâd be scared, why would the one who was chosen by the healing cane stare at you?? ARE YOU HIS NEXT VICTIM??
⢠Next day after that he will literally talk to you, walking behind you while he grabs your shoulder, saying âhi,â and just that. You say hi back.
⢠That just goes on for a while, simple greetings whenever you guys coincidently meet up. It eventually becomes the norm.
⢠Oh what's this?? YOU GAINED FEELINGS FOR SOME MAN WHO LOOKS LIKE HE HAS THE INTENTIONS TO MURDER SOMEONE???
⢠Yeah. Realization strikes sometimes. Cool⌠Just slide it off till it fades away.
⢠But no! Carpaccio is slowly talking to you more, dumping about his day or about his abilities. Kinda cute for doing that.
⢠You guys lend each other a hand, usually itâs just you asking him for help, he doesnât mind, really.
⢠Sometimes, Carpaccio gets too excited about this and forgets to eat, or even to sleep⌠Which you constantly nag about.
⢠âCarpaccio. You look tired, have you been staying up?â as his friend(totallynotsoontobelover), showing concern is a must. âYeah, was busy observing something.â
⢠âObserving what?â âNothing.â
⢠Ah sure, sureee⌠Then turns out he was observing and researching about love and emotions.
⢠There was something that he liked about you the most: literally everything. You were nice, easy to taunt, and caring. What more can a friend ask for?
⢠Ohohoho, when he confesses he will be the stiffest man alive. âI like you, more than as a friend.â while holding his dagger in his pocket, just in case he ever needs to stab himself, even if he canât feel pain.
⢠Was flabbergasted that you liked him back, âI knew it.â âNo.â
⢠After that, things remained the same, except he got more protective of you and more vocal about his loveâŚ
⢠And of course, less blunt with his words, Carpaccio must use his efforts on researching about love wisely!
⢠âDonât let other guys flirt with you because youâre mine, or else.â
⢠Lets you lean on his shoulder, even sometimes forcefully if you wear next to him.
⢠Likes to have quick and private kisses, hug him from behind and heâd remain a subtle countenance, but is inside smiling out of joy.
⢠Also teases you back if he wants to, Carpaccio loves your expressions,
⢠In fact, he loves everything about you.
⢠âYouâre mine.â âAnd Iâm yours.â
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coffee beans
cw: nothing other than language and cheesiness đ no fem/masc reader, completely up to you.
desc: barista!ellie hates her job until a cute customer catches her eye and jesse helps her out
a/n: this is my first post, i didnât lnow wjat to write so i kinda just blurted something out so sorry if this is badđ this is extremely cheesy as well, but i like that stuff! i love feedback (not rude) as well <3 also none of the dividers i use are mine, except for the solid colored ones. ill have to find the creator of the really cute ones.. other than that enjoy! <3333 reblogs are welcomed
wc: 1k
PLEASE READ HERE TO HELP PALESTINE.
working in a busy coffee shop, full of bright colors, with people all around, posing for their hopefully viral posts, wasnât exactly ellieâs âdream jobâ. the hordes of people that came in during the winter should be illegal. sheâd rather be helping people find vinylâs theyâd been searching the markets for, or maybe starting a band straight out of joelâs garage with her close group of friends.
though, she became accustomed to being here. whatever helped her with the stressful expenses she has to pay as a college student.
she rang up the same order that had gained popularity on some app, which felt like the millionth time today. she lets out a sigh, not even looking up, âyour total will be 17.20, cash or card?â
âcard, please,â your eager voice responds to an unamused barista. thatâs when ellie actually looks up. she scans your features, adorned in a little snow, immediately taken aback. her saying you were gorgeous would be an understatement.
she took in your radiant skin, under the annoying glow of the menus above the prep area behind her. and your eyes. they were so captivating and comforting. the way they were all doe made her heart flutter a little, she swears.
you were a lot different than the other girls that came into the shop, all carbon copies of each other. it made her question reality honestly. however, you were different in every aspect. from your style to your energy, she just had to have you.
âo-of course, just tap it here,â ellie clears her throat and spins the payment machine around, looking up at you. you follow her instructions as you notice her hands. they weâre slender and looked fairly cold but so soft, you thought. her short, messy hair was charming. her style that made her look like someoneâs grandpa was also very attractive, for some odd reason you felt like a creep being attracted to a worker, who looks like she very much hates her job as is.
âthank you. your order will be done shortly, pretty,â ellie says flashing you a smile. you blink a couple of times, malfunctioning from a compliment you hear quite often. you smile and nod, feeling your face heat up.
as ellie watches you walk off, she jogs to the kitchen in the back. âjesse?â ellie looks around looking for him. âiâm over here ellie, whatâs up?â he looks up at her from a drink he was crafting. âcan i take out this order please?â ellie shows him the freshly printed receipt. âless work for me? sure,â he says as he continues to to make one of the orders. âyesss,â ellie grabs your order off of the counter next to jesse and heads out of the kitchen.
now taking a seat at booth far off in the corner, you take off your tote bag and rip off your scarf. you look out of the window next to the comfy booth, in awe of the snow falling so gracefully. your attention was stolen by the outside environment, until you felt the presence of someone walking over. you quickly snap your head to the culprit. that culprit being the barista holding your order.
âitâs finished already?â you say, surprised. âwell, you could say that..â ellie hands your order over, that had actually been for someone else who ordered before you. she was just really eager to just talk to you. your eyes lit up excitedly, she found that really cute. you take a sip happily.
âyour shirt,â you say looking at her torso, âi love that band so much, even though they are newer. their music is very different,â you say, now looking back up at her. âyea, i totally agree,â ellie awkwardly leans on the booth seat opposite to you. truth is, ellie had no idea who this band was. it was just a random shirt she picked up from walmart, honestly.
âum anyways, i like your outfit. not everyday i see someone as stylish as you,â she motions to your cute leg warmers. âreally? thank you,â you sort of giggle as you say that. ellie found that cute too, she was so far in.
what ellie thought was going smoothly and definitely not awkward, was interrupted by her coworker.
âellie, wrap it up. i canât be working in the back and working the register,â a man with a wolfy haircut says as he grabs ellieâs shoulder.
âjesse, fuck off. i am clearly preoccupied,â ellieâs demeanor quickly changes as she rolls her eyes, turning to him. jesse grabs his heart, looking offended. he was obviously being sarcastic. âi just blessed you and youâre cursing me out?â
âyo- you didnât bless me.. iâm helping youâ
âwant me to help you and speed this up?â jesse pulls out a notepad from his tool pouch, hastily writing something down. you hold back from letting out a boisterous laugh from their interaction.
âjesse, the hell are you writing,â she says through gritted teeth, clearly embarrassed. ellie tries to read what heâs written, but jesse is already ripping it out handing you the paper. âjesse, just stop, sheâs already paid!â ellieâs eyes widen with anger from annoyance.
âyea iâve-â jesse cuts you off, âdonât worry, just read it,â he flashes you a quick smile as he walks back to the counter.
you read the paper as you slowly smile, then you look up at ellie. you hand her the paper. ellies face immediately turns all fifty shades of red. âgod, i hate him sometimes. heâs so.. childish,â ellie says as she balls the paper up, looking away to hide her embarrassment.
âdonât worry, i find you cute too,â you say smiling, looking into her beautiful, jade eyes. ellie laughs awkwardly, inhaling while fixing her posture. she takes a seat opposite of you, âso would you like to go somewhere later, like.. i-i donât know,â she trails off. âjust give me your number and we could talk about it later,â you say while looking at her nervous composure.
âcool,â she looks at you as well, finally relaxing for once. she writes down her number on a napkin that was left on the table and hands it to you. âiâll see you soon then?â you say, watching her stand from the booth.
âdefinitely,â flashing you a smirk as she jogs back over to the register.
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Recently rewatched Gravity Falls with its resurgence online, and I was itching to give my take on an older Mabel with an absolute unit of a Waddles (who is a regular farm pig after all). To go along with this, I also wrote some fanfic: a letter from Dipper to Mabel, about his return to Gravity Falls years after the show. Read it on AO3 or below!
Dear Mabel,
I hope everything is going well back home! Â I miss you already, but itâs so good to be back in Gravity Falls too. A Â lot has changed since our summer here.
The first week of my internship at McGucket Labs has been amazing. McGucket has really transformed Northwest Manor into a fantastic campus (though he still insists everyone call it âthe Hootenanny Hutâ)! There are so many brilliant scientists and engineers here, and most of them have a refreshingly open mind about the nature and use of all the weirdness you can find in Gravity Falls. My experience with all that stuff is already paying off big time. Yesterday some PHD dude asked for my opinion on practical applications of necromancy (I told him it was a bad idea)!
Candy says hi by the way! Itâs funny, for me this internship is all the way across the country, but for her itâs practically in her back yard, even though we both got that scholarship. Also, she tells me Grenda is more or less officially part of the Austrian aristocracy at this point? Apparently she and that Marius duke guy got engaged, did you hear about that?? Turns out Iâm completely out of the loop with your friend group.
Candy and I have been hanging out with, of all people, Pacifica and Gideon. Can you believe it? Pacifica works at Corduroy Lumber these days. Probably in some misguided sense to get back to her roots, but I think itâs doing her some actual good. Working with her hands has been teaching her valuable life lessons I guess. It makes it a bit weird if Wendy also comes hang out, because sheâs technically Pacificaâs boss â but you know Wendyâs cool about that.
Gideon is still running the Tent of Telepathy, so, not all winners. But heâs turned into a more lovable kind of swindler I think, like a younger Stan. Heâs honestly kinda funny now (except that heâs taller than me). Wendy also told me he has a thing for Pacifica, and once she did, I couldnât unsee it. Heâs all over her! Pacifica hasnât noticed, even though they spend a lot of time together. Or maybe she just hasnât deigned it with a reaction... Either way, both of them are a ball to go for a drink with, whoda thunk.
You also have a lot of hugs from Soos, Melody and the baby (Stan Jr is sooo cute). (Yes, I asked. Melody promised to make you godmother of the hypothetical next child. You owe me.) The Shack is as charmingly ramshackle as it was back when we were here, but Soos finally got the old man stink out. Iâm staying in Grunkle Fordâs old secret office because our room was converted to baby chamber. I still havenât gotten the Bill murals completely off the walls and I have no natural light down here, but I spend most of my time at Northwest Manor the Hootenanny Hut anyway.
Or in the woods! Being back here really was a good move for my Youtube channel, thereâs so much more supernatural stuff here than in California, and people are loving it. (I saw you liked my last video, thanks!) Iâm currently tracking down what I think is the actual Gobblewonker. I analyzed some detritus samples from the lake, and there were feces from a large reptile present. From what we know, none of the dinosaurs in the mine were aquatic, so my current hypothesis is that itâs an unrelated creature. Especially since, according to my research, the Gobblewonker story dates back at least a century. I also gotta show Ford some of my findings. You know theyâve come across some aquatic monsters in the Bermuda Triangle. (Have you also been getting his mails with scans of the fourth journal? Truly fascinating stuff.) Either way, Iâll keep you posted, and youâll be able to watch the result online.
Give my love to mom and dad, and Waddles a tummy rub! Awkward sibling sign off, Dipper
PS. Along with the photoâs in the envelope is that stuff you wanted. Be safe with it! Thereâs a reason itâs illegal in the parts of the forest controlled by the gnomes. But also have fun, I have it on very good authority itâs the good stuff.
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Uvogin x reader whoâs as big as him áŚ(ò_ĂłË)á¤
Loll i thought this would be cute and funny!
His reaction to you being as big as him depends on your status to him
if your a passerby and the troupeâs current goal is to wreck havoc heâll have fun beating up someone the size of him đ
just because heâs not fighting âtiny antsâ for once
- Uvogin
but if your in the troupe or good friends from meteor
he is definitely a lot more happy about you being bigger like him
now youâve been promoted from a tiny ant to an equal đ
sparring with him is always fun
and handy since heâs really strong so he definitely pushes your limit, making you stronger too!
if you donât like to spar heâll probably throw punches at you anyway and basically make you fight by attacking so you at least have to defend
he probably went up to you first and started a conversation after he saw you two were the same size
he likely started the convo like the two of you were old friends
itâs that moment when you instantly hit it off with someone because of a big similarity you share
(get it?! a big similarity?! đ)
if your in the troupe heâd enjoy partnering up with you a lot
you, him and nobunaga may become a trio
you two probably earn a unspoken nickname of giant duo or something like that
arm wrestling is a thing.
no questions asked.
seriously tho he practically makes you, like how he makes you spar
sparring is more like play fighting for him đ (just for the record)
drinking contests is also a thing đ (if you like to)
ngl Iâm betting that he might win-
LOL
of course we love reader here đŞđđŞđ (HAHAHHAHA)
but just knowing how many beers he chugged that one time I gotta bet on him đ¤ˇââď¸
he likes your strength, might I mention
of course he does!
even if you donât work out/kill your still probably stronger than most because of your height
muscles or not
picking each other up is a back and forth thing
Most times when you do itâs to throw himâŚâŚfor being a jerk
but he usually does it to you in an affectionate way
plus he thinks itâs funny if you donât like it
so he may do it just to annoy you
but itâs also good to be able to pick each other up if the other is over exerted from a fight
also..
(if you have themâŚ..)
flexing and seeing who has bigger muscles is a friendly competition til itâs not
then it becomes a sparring match and whoever wins has bigger muscles
despite the physics of whoâs is actually bigger đđ
Whoeverâs is stronger must be bigger right?? đ¤¨
but if you somehow manage to keep it from turning into sparring then itâs really goofy
âhurrr look at MY big musclessss!!â đŞđŞ
ânoooo! Mine are biggerrrrrâ đŞđŞđŞđŞ
âlies! Obviously mine are the biggestâ đŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞ
âHURRRR! See! *obviously straining* mine are even bigger than yours!â đŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞđŞ
heâs not very romantic in conclusion
itâs more like a queer platonic relationship
because heâs definitely still very physically affectionate towards you (more than anyone else <3)
his love languages are obviously physical touch and quality time
you two are practically inseparable
mostly because Uvo tags along any outing you go to
heâs bored and your the most interesting person he knows
and especially as one he can relate to,
heâs very prone to following you around đ¤ˇââď¸đ
and then we have physical touch!
where regardless of whether you like it or not (he does not listen to any complaints you have) he kisses you randomly throughout the day!
a kiss when you get up, a kiss when you go out, a kiss after not seeing each other for a long time, a kiss after a favor- WHENEVER!
kisses, kisses, kisses.
kisses? kisses.
he will also casually throw an arm around your shoulder pretty often
which you might mind a lot less
if your in the troupe theyâve pretty much gotten used to his affectionate ways so thankfully they donât make fun of you (except maybe shal and fei)
they donât see you two as weak because of it so donât worry
he does it to them too after all so they know how you feel đ
especially shal đ¤Śââď¸đ
which not to mention shal is probably close to you as well
uvo basically makes all his friends your friends too
just because he likes seeing his people together
so even if your not in the troupe and your from meteor,
once he fully trusts you, youâll get introduced to the troupe in a jiffy đđ
I love this concept itâs adorable
Iâve seen some Uvo stans out there before, so hereâs to adding to the little content there is for him âĄ
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Your dorm or mine? (Felix Catton x reader)
synopsis: You went to the party only to make your friend happy. In the end it is you who gets the happy end.
warnings: innuendo, making out, afab reader
word count: 1.7k
taglist: @hopelesswritergall
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The bass of the booming music fills out the entire room and runs through your body to make for a stuffy atmosphere. People are drinking and dancing all around or sitting to the side to either attempt conversation over the noise or making out. And you would lie if you would ask yourself why you were here. Despite belonging to the ´popular crowd´ at Oxford by extension this wasn´t your usual scene. Yet when your friend begged for you to come out to the Halloween party thrown by some students, you decided to indulge her. Ignoring the way, she wiggled her eyebrows as she mentioned that there would be more than enough cute boys attending to get your mind away from the bits that you hated about going out. However, your face does begin to burn the smallest bit at the thought. You are aware that she really means that one specific boy, that she had seen you looking at for weeks now. One of the only things that made you truly like every other girl on campus. Felix Catton. Yet how could you not. Whenever you saw him, he was smiling so genuinely. He was kind and surprisingly smart and sure he had that old money not having to care about anything vibe surrounding him, but no one was entirely free of fault. So, what? You are convinced you have never seen your friend smile brighter than in the moment you agree to go. Except for maybe when she more or less drags you along to look for matching costumes and finally finds the one. It´s stereotypical almost. Her as a devil and you as an angel, but you don´t complain about that. With a bit of luck, it will give you the benefit of getting lost in the masses. When it came to parties, people always seemed to go crazy. Going all out for the event. No matter if it was Halloween, Christmas or any other occasion. Even if it was just a random weekend. You highly doubt some of them even spend half of the energy they put into partying in studying, but luckily that wasn´t your problem. Your problem was the insufferable pain spreading slowly from the metatarsals throughout the whole foot, caused by the high heels you had been handed to wear along with the costume and the incessant dancing.
Yet you don´t get a break either. Right as you manage to convince your friend to take a break and sit down at the side to get a drink, you get approached by an impossibly tall figure, but even in the flickering lights and with the cowboy hat pulled down to hide his eyes you know instantly who it is. Felix gives you one of his signature, and to your detriment very charming, half smiles.
âHey.â He says just loud enough to be heard over the music.
Even over the smell of sweat from the people around you you can detect his aftershave. One of the most alluring scents in the world.
âH-hey.â You answer though you can´t hide the stutter, giving away the surprise at him talking to you. Something that had never happened before and you thought scientifically impossible of ever happening, but here you were.
âYou wanna dance?â Felix holds out his hand towards you, to be able to pull you onto the dancefloor should you accept his request. Unsure what to do you look back at your friend, who nods enthusiastically and holds both her thumbs up to signal that she would be fine on her own.
âYeah, sure!â You smile widely at him and take his hand.
The next thing you know is being surrounded by people as you get pulled close Felix´s body. He guides your hips with his large hands to sway from side to side to the beat of the music that now vibrates all throughout your body. All the pain and tiredness from before is forgotten as you feel the vibration from the improvised dancefloor through the soles of your feet and up your spine and the firm grip Felix has on your body. You let him lead you willingly until the two of you are close enough to breathe in the air that the other has breathed out. You look up into his eyes only to find them already looking down at your lips. You pull your lower lip between your teeth and turn around in his touch to dance up on him some more, rubbing your backside against his front. As you do so, you can feel his excitement fit snuggly between your ass cheeks. One of your hand sneaks up to take it´s place in his neck, pulling him down ever so slightly.
Felix gets the hint and leans down the rest of the way himself to meet your lips with his. The kiss only lasts for a short moment, but the way he nips at your lower lip has you craving more instantly. How could you not be instantly hooked on the feeling his impossibly large hand holding your face by the chin. The room around you gets cut off from the little bubble you are in when you turn around again to press your chest to his, your hands cupping his face to keep him close, but no matter how much you try to stay away from him just to tease, you fail. Even with the added height that the heels give you, you have to stand up on your tiptoes to claim his lips again. This one lasts longer, each of you pushing and rubbing your bodies against each other as it goes on, getting more and more worked up. All you can feel is his stubble underneath your palms and his hardness press against your lower stomach. The noise, the people it all gets relocated to the furthest place in your brain. There is only him and you for the time your lips crush together, tongues exploring each otherâs mouths until you feel like you know it like the back of your hands. When you part, your panties are staining heavily and his pants couldn´t possibly get any tighter. Your eyes straying upwards to the hat he wears gives you an idea.
You steal the cowboy hat from his head onto your own and smile at him, with him laughing back at you as it slides down from being a bit too big.
âDo you know the cowboy hat rule?â He mischievously mutters into your ear.
âOf course, I do. If you steal a cowboyâs hat, you have to ride him.â You recount the rule, running your hand over his shirt up and down his chest.
âSo⌠Do you want to go to your dorm or mine?â Felix ponders as he takes both of your hands into his ready to lead you away.
âLet´s do yours.â You answer almost a beat too fast, making him chuckle again.
âI´m starting to think that you and your friend should have switched costumes. You are at least only half the angel you dressed up as.â He jokes, but every one of his words lights the fire of need in your core further.
Multiple times along the way to his dorm you two stop just to make out for a few moments before being able to continue. Even after you leave the initial party the air between you continues to stay thick to a point of almost being unbreathable. The only breaks of air you get when his lips are on yours. It also serves well to work the two of you up even further.
When you do finally arrive at the destination, Felix cages you up against the door with his much taller frame.
âFinally.â You breathe out in relief.
âI don´t think I would have been able to hold back another minute.â Felix agrees. âI would have had to fuck you right in the middle of the hallway.â
You poorly bite back a moan at the thought, letting your head rest against the wood of the door to give him more space as he begins to trail his lips down your neck.
âYou like that thought, hm? What a dirty girl.â He acknowledges your reaction.
âTechnically we still are in the hallway.â You giggle in response. âSo, we haven´t entirely made it yet.â
Felix lays a hand on the small of your back to stop you from falling and with the other opens the door behind you. Walking you inside like this, your eyes are captured by his. The only indication for where you are is when your legs bump against the bed. Turning the two of you around, you gently push Felix to sit on the edge of the mattress. Giving him a show of undressing yourself, while he impatiently disposes of his shirt, touching every new patch of skin that you expose of yourself. Left in only your panties, you kneel between his legs to open the button of his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers. As you climb onto his lap to straddle his hips, you feel Felix grab onto your hips once more. Fingertips digging into your skin from the sheer neediness of the touch.
The next morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a ringing in your ears, but also deeply satisfied with one of Felix´s long arms laid over your middle. It seems as if he is still sound asleep, chest rising deeply and regularly, and even more angel faced than when he was awake. Carefully, you place his hand on top of the blanket that hangs loosely around his hips while you stand up. Hurrying around the room as quietly as possible to get dressed and out of there before Felix catches you. You are in such a hurry that you don´t hear the rustling of bedsheets behind you.
âLeaving already?â Comes the muffled, bleary voice through the pillow. Signalling that your efforts had been futile.
âY-yeah.â You zip up the dress and turn slowly to face him. âI thought you were still asleep.â
âAnd yet here I am, awake.â He takes in a deep breath and turns his body to face you as well. Letting the blanket slide further down in the process. âI know you were just about to grab the rest of your costume and sneak out, but how would you feel about being invited to a cup of coffee or tea or whatever?â
The offer floors you quite a bit. Thinking about it for a second with what feels like only half of your usual brain power however leads to the same answer any other day or circumstance would have lead to. âUh, sure. I´d like that.â
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